Florence Nightingale was renowned for her unselfish devotion to the wounded troops in the Crimean wars. For the first time, women in the nursing profession were given the status of respected professionals instead of less than respectable drudges that administered to, ugh, human bodies! For the first time, men recognized the possibility of women actually touching their flesh in order to make them well. A real breakthrough, don't you think?
In this story of Janet, an elementary school nurse, we find unselfish devotion to her job combined with a very selfish interest in the bodies that come into her hands-namely young boys'. Her examinations of their tender young flesh excites her female curiosity more than her professional curiosity. Her corrupted young niece, Shelly, enters the picture and adds spice and complications to the spinster's secret life. A drama unfolds that becomes a movie within a movie, each character involving themselves with each other until final confrontation where all hell breaks loose. Florence Nightingale she's not, but she does her service rather well.
If you've wondered what goes through the mind of those smiling school nurses who aren't allowed to give you an aspirin, even if you've broken your leg-well, read this and you'll know. You might want to go back to school after you read this ... at least to visit.
And let's not forget the coach who teaches the boys about football and the girls about life. Or the teen-aged girls who assisted him on the playground and learned more plays off the field than on. Of course, there's .boys of all sizes and states of innocence, but frail, inexperienced Barry is the one that plays the most important part in Janet's summer session.
These people are not exactly the image that the school board wants projected for our civil servants, but they are a lot more human and interesting. Maybe we should be a little more compassionate and a bit more watchful of the people who dictate our educational system-after all, they are just ordinary folks, people with the same failings and weaknesses that plague you and I. If you think these characters are fictional, just look around at your co-workers and wonder what they do on their weekends.
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CHAPTER ONE
"Okay, next!" Janet patted the pert, round, Jockey-shorted ass of the little boy whose dick she had just gotten through examining.
"You're just fine, honey,", she said, watching him disappear behind the screen to get dressed. She had been giving physical examinations to the sixth-grade boys most of the afternoon and the exquisite feeling of their sweet, virginal bodies between her probing, professional hands was driving her crazy!
After the boy emerged from behind the screen fully dressed, she beckoned the next boy standing in the doorway to come on in.
"Close the door, dear," she ordered breathlessly, her excitement growing as she observed the jerky, nervous movements of the frail, delicate boy. "That's fine, now why don't you come closer so we can begin?" she said coaxingly.
The trembling child walked hesitantly toward the older woman, looking down at his feet and practically bumping into the cot that lay against the far wall. Janet's pussy juices gushed and gurgled out her twat as she reached out for his slender arms and drew him to her.
"Don't be nervous, sweetie," she said. "I won't hurt you." The boy looked up and gave her a weak smile, but his shaking body gave him away. Janet knew that she would have to proceed slowly with this one, so she let go of his arms and reached for her clipboard that held the roster of names and mimeographed data sheets.
"What's your name?"
"Barry Jones," he answered faintly.
"Age?"
"Eleven and a half."
"My, you're awfully small for eleven and a half," she said, not unkindly.
"But, I'm strong and-and healthy!" he blurted out defensively.
"I'm sure you are, dear," Janet replied softly, noting that the poor child was about ready to burst into tears. "Why don't you take off your clothes so we can begin the examination?"
"Right here? I mean... all of my clothes?" Barry's face had flushed scarlet with the mere thought of being nude in front of a woman.
"It's all right, after all, I am a nurse," Janet said, anxious to see this delicate, beautiful boy in all his glory.
Barry began slowly removing his shirt and, to relieve some of the tension and embarrassment of the moment, Janet kept up a steady stream of chatter.
"I suppose you want to be on the football team Coach Evers is organizing this summer?" she said, rising from her stool and walking toward the door while he fumbled with his buttons.
"Yes, ma'am, I sure do!" he said, relaxing somewhat as she approached his favorite subject.
"Aren't you afraid you might get hurt by the bigger boys in such a rough sport?" Janet asked, snapping the lock on the door.
"Not me, I ain't afraid of getting hurt by nobody! I'm fast!"
"I'll just bet you are," Janet said and grinned, moving toward him and breathing deeply as she watched him remove his shirt, exposing the smooth-goldness of his flawless skin.
"Hurry up, honey, there're other boys waiting their turn, don't forget," she urged, dying to start the examination of his adorable body. Barry quickly shucked off his tennis shoes and then his socks, kicking them out of the way so he could step out of his jeans.
He yanked fiercely on the snap of his pants and slashed down the zipper, revealing the white cotton of his undershorts. Pushing down the stiff, tight denim pants proved to be quite a task and, while struggling to release his feet from the bunched-up fabric, he lost his balance and tumbled to the floor.
"Oh, here, let me help you!" Janet laughed, kneeling down to offer assistance to the embarrassed child. She leaned over the hotly flushed boy and began pulling on the pants, slowly inching them over his ankles. Her huge, perfumed tits bulged out the vee of her nurse's uniform and jiggled invitingly before his gaping eyes as he laid back and let her take over.
"You have big feet for such a small boy," she said, running her hands along the sides of his lightly fuzzed calves as she pushed the pants over his heels. "That means you're going to be a nice, tall man." The boy beamed at her when she said this and she knew she had struck home with him. "Yes indeed," she continued, encouraged by his response. "I'd say that with a little more meat on your bones, you could be quite an athlete!"
Barry began warming up to this friendly, kind woman, losing his natural reserve and shyness that hampered him in most social situations. "You really think so?" he asked, hoping she would give him more words of encouragement to bolster up his small ego.
"You bet!" she said, shoving the pants off his toes and tossing them carelessly in a corner of the room. Janet gazed down the length of his flattened torso, drinking in the delicious sight of his tiny, shriveled-up pecker that lay couched upon his pink, hairless balls.
"Ooooohhhhhh, yes!" she said, her fingers just itching to grab his virginal knob and suck the sweet juices right out of it. Barry saw her staring hungrily at his cock as he lay there propped up on his elbows. He wondered why she hadn't told him to get up yet. Her alabaster mounds heaved heavily against the tight confines of her nylon uniform, revealing the diamond-hard protruberance of her distended nipples. As innocent as he was, the boy couldn't help feeling a little strange-kind of hot all over-when he looked at her fantastic set of tits hanging out in front of him.
"Uh, could I get up now?" Barry asked shakily, wishing that the nurse would quit looking so intently at his little sticker. He was painfully aware that, compared to some of the other boys his age, his cock was pretty puny.
"Oh, sure, honey," Janet replied, jolting back to the business at hand. "Stand up and start jogging in place so I can measure your pulse and heart afterwards."
Barry obediently rose to his feet and began jogging, his miniature balls and pecker flapping lewdly against his flat belly as he bounced. Janet timed his jogging with one eye on her watch and the other on his jiggling genitals.
"Okay, stop!"
Barry stopped and tried not to breathe too hard as Janet took his pulse and listened to his heart with a stethoscope. Then she checked out his tonsils, ears and nose, and made him read an eye chart with first one eye, then the other.
"You seem to be pretty sound, Barry," Janet said, noting her data on his information sheet. "One more thing and then we'll be all through."
Barry smiled delightedly as he waited impatiently for her to finish recording the results of the examination. This meant that he would be approved for the summer athletic program that his best friend, Ronnie, had already been entered in.
"Now," Janet said, laying aside her chart and trembling slightly with anticipation as the best part of the examination was to begin. "If you'll just bend over, dear, I'll check your, uh, anus for hemorrhoids or any unusual discharges."
"W-What?" the boy stammered, not wanting to believe what he'd just heard.
"Bend over!" Janet ordered, grabbing the reluctant child around the waist and forcing him to bend forward by pushing on his back.
"That's right," she cooed. "Just relax your muscles and it'll be easier." According to the professional and hygienic rules, she was supposed to put on plastic gloves before doing an anal exploration, but the thought of wiggling her index finger inside his tight little shit hole made her change her mind. Gouging a dollop of Vaseline from the opened jar, Janet greased her digit then, gently, rubbed his puckery orifice with the stuff. After having thoroughly swabbed his bung-hole, she gently eased her finger into the tight tube, carefully introducing the tip a fraction of an inch at a time. Barry sucked in his breath quickly as he felt her finger pushing its way up his shit canal.
"Oooooowwwwww," he gasped, feeling her nail scrape against the walls of his sphincter muscles.
"Sorry, honey, I'll try to be more gentle," she said huskily, her pussy heat rising in temperature with each thrust of her slippery finger. Janet managed to jam her finger up to the knuckle before the boy's repeated complaints forced her to stop.
"I'm going to wiggle my finger around in there," she explained, "so I can tell if there's something up there that might be wrong."
Janet deftly fluttered her slim digit against the sides of his sensitive cavity, sending electric shocks through the boy's quivering body. While one hand concentrated on reaming out his well-lubricated asshole, the other one snaked cautiously down the firm-smoothness of his belly, then cupped over the groin, taking in his worm-like poker and wrinkled nuts in one fell swoop.
"G-Gosh!" he croaked, jerking spasmodically from surprise at having his genitals handled by a strange woman, or any woman for that matter. His breath was coming in short, hard gasps as Janet began softly manipulating and stroking his little cock while corkscrewing his ass with her finger. The little pink pecker slowly started growing in the palm of her hand as she continued to coax it upward with each titillating squeeze of her strong grasp.
"N-Nurse, what are you doooiiiinnnngggg?" he wailed, feeling the blood rush to his enlarged cock and draining his head of everything but a vague, fuzzy urge for something-but what?
"I'm checking for a hernia," Janet said, breathing heavily, hardly able to contain the tremendous excitement she was experiencing from touching this small, innocent boy. Jesus Christ, she thought frantically, I must be out of my mind! If I get caught doing this I could lose my license, besides losing my job here at school! Still, she couldn't stop. All afternoon her hands had been gliding over the virginal flesh of cute, young boys and the turn-on had been more than she could cope with. Now that she actually had one of these sweet little specimens in her hands, she wasn't about to let loose of him until she'd had her fill.
Barry felt like his legs were going to give out on him at any moment as the nurse's warm, rapidly moving hands worked over both ends of his quaking pelvis. He could feel his juices gathering at the base of his pecker, ready to explode with cannon-ball intensity into her vibrating hand if she kept it up much longer.
"P-P-PLLLLEEEEAAAASSSSEEEE STOP!" he begged. Barry threw back his head and gnashed his teeth together in an effort to hold back the cum juice that threatened to spill out in a veritable flood.
"Oooohhhh, yes ... yes, let it come, sweetie . .. let it cccuuuummmmm," Janet moaned, yanking frenziedly at his rigid, uncircumcised dick. By now she had dropped all pretenses of a physical examination and thrown herself into the real task that she had in mind ... of pumping him dry for all she was worth.
"OOOOUUUU . . . JJJJEEEEEZZZZZ!!" Barry groaned, whipping his head from side to side as the wild, all-consuming need to ejaculate ripped through his lithe frame. "I-I can't stop .. . Oh, gosh, I think I'm goin' to C-C-CUUUUMMMMM!!" he yelled, wrenching his quivering body forward and bending his weak knees as the hot, sticky cum began shooting out the fluttering end of his little staff.
"YES, YES, LOVELY LITTLE BOY ... OH, YES, CUM TO MAMA. CCUUUUMMM, YOU ADORABLE CHILD ... CCCUUUMMM AAALLL OVER MAMA!" Janet crooned, encouraging the desperate boy to saturate her suctioning hand as she pulled and urged out every drop that sprang from his loaded pistol. Her panties were completely sopped in the crotch from the voluminous pussy-juices that had squirted out her gushing cunt and had run down her jiggling thighs. The whole room reeked of cum juice-it smelled like a brothel.
As the last of the child's thin, clear semen leaked out of his little pink dong, he began to cry softly, terribly ashamed and afraid of what he had done.
"I-I'm sorry, Nurse," he stuttered, big alligator tears streaking down the sides of his cherub-like face. "I didn't mean to do that!" He stared down at the handful of sticky cum juice that lay cupped in her palm and turned so pale that Janet thought he was going to faint.
"It's all right, dear," she reassured him breathlessly. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, but she didn't want to let on the extent of her passion to the sobbing boy. "That sometimes happens in this kind of examination. Now you'll forget about what I said to you ... it, uh, was just part of the routine to get a sample of your semen to make sure everything was working right up there," she explained, hoping like hell he would accept that phony excuse.
The forlorn boy stood there with cum running down his legs, wondering what he was going to have to do next, when there was a sudden sharp pounding on the door.
"Quick, grab your clothes and go behind the screen and get dressed!" Janet hissed, her face still flushed with desire and her hand still full of cum juice. In a flash of inspiration, Janet shoved her hand to her mouth and hungrily drank the sweet nectar in frantic gulps, savoring the delicious taste of his little boy semen. Then she rushed to the sink and splashed her face with water and dabbed it with a paper towel. She straightened out her uniform and strode toward the insistent rapping on the door, hoping that she looked all right.
"Yes?" she said sweetly, opening the door and looking into the scowling face of Coach Evers.
"The boys here tell me they've been waiting almost half-an-hour for you to examine them," he growled. "What's taking you so long and why did you lock the door?" He looked suspiciously past her and, into the room to see who was there.
"The boys are exaggerating and the door was locked for the privacy of my patient," she answered coolly.
"Yeah, well where is he?"
"He's dressing behind the screen," Janet said, glaring fiercely at the aggressive, presumptuous man.
From the instant they had met, both of them had taken a passionate disliking to each other. He worked for the city recreation department and was going to be heading up the summer athletic program to be held at the school. Janet, who was the school nurse, ordinarily spent her summers traveling abroad, but this year, since her niece would be coming to stay with her, she had decided to take the job of attendant nurse for the summer program. The thought of having to work with him for a whole summer made her stomach knot up, but she decided she would try to grin and bear it.
Barry emerged from behind the screen fully dressed and shamefacedly stumbled by the two adults who continued to angrily eyeball each other. As he stepped to the doorway, he turned around and mumbled shyly: "Will I be accepted on the team ... I mean, is everything all right?"
"Sure, Barry, you're just fine," Janet said, giving the boy a reassuring wink and praying silently that he would keep his mouth shut.
"Listen, uh, Miss, uh, Stoner, is it?" Chuck Evers fumbled frantically for the right name, hoping to make some points with this bitchy, middle-aged spinster.
"It's Stanner," Janet corrected, sarcastically.
"Yeah, well, there's a boy I want you to check out right now," he ordered undiplomatically. "He's going to be my star player and I want to start him in on practice plays right away."
"Is he in line?"
"No, but I'll go get him and bring him here immediately."
Before Janet could protest that her time was as valuable as his, the impudent coach had already charged out the door and down the corridor in search of the boy.
That goddamned jockstrapper thinks he owns the whole fucking world! Janet seethed silently. She could see that it was going to be a long, hot summer.
Ten minutes later Coach Evers returned with a big black boy and handed him over to Janet. The kid looked like he should have been in high school instead of grade school!
"This is Sammy Washington," Chuck announced proudly. "He's going to be the best damned fullback in the summer league!"
Sammy stared impertinently at Janet's cleavage while the coach made the introductions. Self-confidence oozed out of every one of his black pores. Finally the coach left the two of them alone, with the parting comment that she'd better not find anything wrong with him.
"Okay, Sammy, shuck your clothes and we'll get going." Janet could tell that there was no need to be coy with this one. The big kid quickly divested himself of every stitch and stood casually in front of her with his legs slightly apart and a hip flung to the side in a super-cool manner.
"Age?"
"Twelve."
Jesus Christ, she thought, sneaking a glance at the long, fat cock that swung loosely between his strong black legs. He's going to be a cunt-killer by the time he's full grown!
Janet then followed the regular procedure of a physical, noting the results on his chart as she went along. As she was testing his reflexes by tapping him on the knee with a small hammer, she noticed him looking down at her tits with a strange grin on his face.
"What's so funny?" she asked, trying to keep a casual tone in her voice. His constant staring was making her extremely nervous.
"Nuthin'," he drawled in the put-on -ghetto accent blacks like to use on whites. "It's jest thaaat I find it amuuusin' that white women git so turned-on when they see a genuuuoooiiine nigger cock." His mouth broke into a broad-assed smile as he watched her turn scarlet and jump away from him.
"W-What do you mean?" Janet stammered, still holding the hammer in her hand and wondering if she was going to have to use it.
"Well, lady, I ain't ho dummy when it comes to messin' around, and I knows that when tits is got hard cherries poking out the ends, it means you'all is ready for a stabbin'." He kept up his leering, white-toothed smile while Janet frantically searched for a way to deny his very .sophisticated observation. This kid was more than she bargained for. They learn about life quick in the ghettoes.
"Well, uh, hard nipples don't necessarily mean that a woman is, uh, ready," she finally replied, hoping she could appear to be professional and aloof to him.
"But in you'all's case it does, doesn't it, mama?" The brazen boy had grabbed his growing poker and was waggling it lewdly between his legs. He spread his muscled legs further apart, revealing a huge set of heavy black nuts with pubic hair already starting to pop out.
"Now listen, Sammy," Janet pleaded, her hands shaking visibly as she placed the hammer on the table beside her. "This is just an examination."
"Hhhhhmmmm," he hummed, arrogantly running his pink, pointed tongue across his heavy Negroid lips. "Then how's about checking out the end of my rod," Sammy suggested, thrusting his black dong lasciviously at her. "Funny juices keep dripping out the hole . .. see?" Sammy peeled back, the fleshy foreskin, exposing the large pee-hole to Janet's dilated eyes.
"Well, all right, you might have an infection." Janet moved slowly toward his erected shaft that he held invitingly in his large black hands. Her fleshy thighs rubbed against each other, reminding her that her twat was already flowing with the hot juices of need. Kneeling down before the cot that the boy sat on, Janet craned her neck forward to get a better look at his chocolate jabber.
"You got to get closer than that, mama," Sammy soothed. He reached his long, black" arms out and pulled her toward him, forcing her trembling face to peer into the dark, wet hole of his cock. She stared into the gaping slit, trying to hold her breath as her heart pounded fiercely against her bra-encased tits.
Sammy's plunger had grown to full erection and the sight of a young black's glistening cockhead both fascinated and horrified Janet at the same time.
God, I want to suck this smart-assed kid's cock sooo baaaad! she admitted silently. Her lips inched closer and closer to the animal heat that emanated from his sleek tube, like a magnet being drawn to metal. Her breath blew heavily down on his strangely fragrant shaft-head, exciting it further and causing it to twitch and jerk spasmodically before her hypnotic glance.
"It tastes better than it looks, white woman," Sammy commented, in a husky, passion-crazed voice. He'd never had a white woman eat his cock before and he wasn't about to bypass an opportunity like this! With an abrupt, powerful movement, he grabbed the back of her quivering head and shoved it hard against his pulsating rod, jamming his black fuck-stick fiercely between her tight, white lips.
"MMMMMMMM," Janet protested, trying ineffectually to wrench her head away from his strong grasp. My God! she screamed inwardly. I can't let this happen . . . but I want him. Oh, shit. I want to suck his cock-that big, beautiful, black cock!
"Oooooohhhhh, yes," Sammy crooned, swirling his rigid, burning spike around the edges of her soft lips. He could hardly wait to tell his friends back in the ghetto about this cock-eating white mama who loved black licorice. Yes, indeed, it would make a great story.
Janet gave into her overpowering desires and released the tension around her mouth, slowly allowing him to feed his slick black prick into her spit-filled orifice. Sammy played his dong rapidly down her throat, filling her gullet full of vibrating soul food.
She couldn't believe now enormous this kid's cock was! It jammed painfully against her tonsils and threatened to gag her at any moment! Her tongue began twirling trenziedly around the huge circumference of his member, swabbing the acrid-tasting length from the black root up to the black tip and back again. His veins bulged obscenely against the smooth shaft like an over-developed muscle that you see on the physical fitness nuts. Janet reached up and cupped his fuzzy balls with both her hands, squeezing and coaxing them upward into the hidden places of his body. She knew all the tricks and he knew ali the tactics to bring them both the agony/ecstasy of a terrific orgasm.
"UUUUUNNNNN . . . OH, WHITE MAMA, SSSSHHHHIIIIITTTTT! CAN YOU EAT COCK! OOOOHHHH, YEEEEESSSS, SOOO FIIINE! SOOOO FUCKING FIIINNNNEEEEE!" he wailed softly, encouraging her to gnaw more vehemently on his slippery cock.
"UUUUMMMMPPPPHHHHH!" Janet moaned, gorging herself on his raw black flesh. She plunged him down to the base and then teased him to the bare tip, back and forth, over and over again, driving him insane with her clever manipulations. The only thought she held in her mind was to drink his sweet juices-as soon as possible!
"AAAAHHHHHH, OH, CHRIST! IT'S CCCUUUUMMMM! OH, YES, IT'S CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!" he screamed rapturously, hunching his pelvis brutally against her sore mouth and wrapping his long legs around her shoulders.
She put her all into it now, suctioning and pulling frantically on his gyrating cock, eager to get every bit of his semen out of his big black balls and into her. Suddenly he let loose with his goodies, drenching her throat with gallons of sweet, thick, blackboy cum that poured relentlessly into her gulping gullet and streamed messily over her lips and down her chin.
"OOOOUUUU. . . OOOOOHHHHHH . . . AAAAAAHHHHHH," he moaned, shuddering heavily as he drained his juices into her. Janet pinched and pushed his black balls until there was nothing left to empty into her hungry hole. Satisfied that she had cleaned him out, she removed her sticky mouth and carefully licked the last rernnants off the end of his heavy black dick. Then she sat back on her weak haunches and stared, glassy-eyed, into his face.
"Well, how was that, little boy?" she asked breathlessly.
"Jest fine, mama, jest fine," he rasped, falling back onto the cot in exhaustion.
"Did I pass your examination?" Sammy asked, giving her a warm smile.
"You passed with flying colors, but you be sure to keep your trap shut about this, you hear?" Janet warned, taking the back of her hand and wiping the sticky cum off her chin.
"Oh, for sure, lady," he said. "I'm as tight as a virgin's cunt!"
"Fine, and I hope you play football as well as you keep your secrets." Janet gave him a smile then ordered him to get dressed while she finished up his chart. She wanted to rush him out the door as soon as possible because, as worked-up as she was, she knew the only thing left to do was to give herself a soothing finger-fuck. Too bad about those other boys waiting in line-they'd have to come back tomorrow. That cot was waiting and her twat was just tingling with need!
"Bye, ma'am," Sammy yelled jauntily, turning to flash her a grin and a wave. She signaled a good-bye and rushed to lock the door behind him.
CHAPTER TWO
Janet strode quickly across the room and flopped heavily on the cot, anxious to jam her finger into her squishy pussy that was throbbing with excitement. She hastily yanked her skirt up around her waist and clawed frantically at the tight leg-hole of her cum-drenched panties. Pushing the leg-hole to one side, Janet jammed her forefinger up her slick tube, wiggling it enthusiastically around the bulging folds of blood-engorged sheath in search of her super-sensitive clit. With her other hand, she cupped her hairy, fleshy mound of venus and gently squeezed together the vibrating hot pink lips with a slow, easy rhythm.
"Oooooohhhhhh, my God! I'm soooo hoooorny!" she moaned softly, arching her spine eagerly off the hard cot in order to get more of her hand around her trembling twat. Janet's legs were spread widely apart, her heels hooked over the edge of the cot for greater stability while she bounced and gyrated on its narrow surface. The tip of her finger located her hard, slippery nubbin and began stroking and coaxing it out of its little sheath while using her other fingers to keep her cuntlips spread apart.
"Uuuuummmmmmm, shit, oh shit, yes!" she crooned, feeling the nerve endings of her quivering pussy beginning to tingle with wild, uninhibited delight at the constant stimulation of her probing fingers. Janet closed her eyes and let her mouth droop open as she succumbed to the delicious sensations that flooded her quaking hole and spread throughout her entire body, making her feel like the hairs on her head were standing straight up on edge. She gasped as she sensed the beginnings of an orgasm building up intensity within the rock-hard surface of her erected clit.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh, oh, Christ! Uuuuunnnnnn ... it's, oh my God! It's cccuuummmiiinnnggg!!" she wailed. Frantically, Janet gouged and twirled her excited finger in and out of her heated tube, biting her lips fiercely from the excruciating pleasure that riveted through her every pore. Pussy juices gushed out her puffy cuntlips and trickled down her jiggling thighs as she kneaded and pulled at the distended shaft of her quaking clit, urging the last bit of nerve-tingling sensations from its cum-slick exterior.
"Oh, wow!" she panted, removing her sticky fingers from her raw hole and wiping them across the sweat-soaked front of her uniform. Janet glanced up at the clock that hung on the far wall of the room and bolted upright on the cot. "My God, it's almost three o'clock!" she noted, swinging her legs over the side and carefully standing up on her slightly weak, shaky pins.
Janet's niece, Shelly, was due at the bus station at three-thirty and that was clear across town. Her sister had called Janet two weeks ago and had asked her if it was all right if Shelly could spend the summer with her. The thirteen-year-old girl had been the victim of a horrible rape by an older man and her mother thought it would be best if she could get away from the town in which it took place. Janet had agreed, rather reluctantly, to take the girl in, but now that she was about to arrive, she wished she hadn't been so generous. What the hell do I do with a teeny-bopper all summer? she wondered, picking up her purse and heading for the door. Oh, well, I guess I can find something to amuse her, Janet thought. It would be a lot more fun for both of us if she were a boy, though, Janet chuckled, walking down the corridor and hungrily oogling the boys practicing on the football field.
"Hi, Aunt Janet," Shelly yelled across the parking lot. Janet got out of her car and quickly walked toward the petite, young girl that waved frantically at her. She hadn't seen Shelly since she was about eight years old and the girl had changed considerably since then. Shelly's lithe frame pranced across the parking lot as she moved toward Janet. She was carrying a big straw basket in her arms and it looked like it was moving!
"Boy, is he heavy!" Shelly puffed, laying down the basket and opening the lid. "Come on, baby, you can come out now," she coaxed, digging down in the dark confines and retrieving a small, curly haired poodle.
"Shelly, your mother didn't tell me you were bringing your dog with you!" Janet said, frowning at the wiggly, black-eyed ball of fuzz. "My dog is not going to like this at all!"
"Oh, he isn't mine," she said, bringing the dog up to her face and cuddling it against her cheek. "I found him in the bus depot while I was waiting for you ... isn't he cute?"
"Adorable, just adorable." Janet sighed, wondering how her Doberman pinscher was going to take this intruder. "Come on, let's get your luggage so we can get on home before my roast burns." Shelly stuffed the dog back in the basket and together they walked to the luggage rack with her chatting amiably about what fun they were going to have this summer and Janet thinking silently what a drag this whole thing was turning into.
"Aunt Janet, what'm I going to do while you're at school all day?" Shelly asked, gulping down the roast beef like it was her last meal.
"Oh, I thought maybe you'd like to come with me and join in on some of the activities that the summer program has to offer" Janet suggested, thinking that at least she could keep her eye on her that way.
"Hhhmmmra, are there any boys my age in the program?" she asked.
Janet looked up from her plate with a look of surprise on her face, as she stared at the innocent-looking young girl. Her sister had told her over the phone that, because of the rape, Shelly had become completely turned off to boys and wanted no part of them.
"Well, yes there are, dear," she said. "But you don't have to be bothered with them if you don't want to."
"Oh, I don't mind, except that I think they're a little dumb acting at times." Shelly munched heartily on her food while her aunt pondered the significance of that remark.
"You can go with me to school tomorrow and see for yourself whether you like it or not," Janet said, hoping the girl could find some nice boy to occupy her time and keep her out of her hair.
Just then there was a terrible ruckus beginning in the living room between the two dogs. Janet and Shelly jumped up from the table and dashed toward the howling, pathetic sounds emanating from the other room. They entered the living room just in time to see Conrad, Janet's Doberman pinscher, trying to hump, screw, and bang the shit out of the poor little poodle that scurried frantically across the living room rug in a hapless effort to avoid the huge bloated cock of the excited animal.
"Shelly, I hate to tell you this, but your dog is definitely not a male," Janet observed, watching her dog's heated response to the quivering female poodle that trembled in the corner of the room.
Shelly's eyes were ablaze with interest as they zeroed in on the twitching organ that pointed itself toward the crouching, whimperingt poodle. She moved slowly across the rug in the direction of the sleek Doberman pinscher, walking like she was in a trance of pure animal fascination. Janet stood riveted to the spot as she watched her niece reach down and take the animal's engorged organ into her shaking hand. Slowly, gently, Shelly began stroking the rigid, quaking animal cock, her small tits rising and falling perceptibly against her tight sweater.
Janet made a motion toward the trembling pair, wanting desperately to stop this lewd, ungodly spectacle before it went any further. Something stopped her dead in her tracks and she froze into a position of pure horror and alarm, staring wide-eyed at the panting young girl as she coaxed and manipulated the animal's slick pink shaft with a steady, deft rhythm.
The big dog was squatting on his haunches, his large legs spread widely apart and trembling excitedly with his sloppy tongue hanging out and dripping saliva onto the rug. Strange animal grunts issued from Shelly as she leaned her head against the side of his furry flanks and looked dazedly off in the direction of Janet. At first it appeared that she didn't see Janet, who stood there gripping her hands into a fist and biting her lower lip as she watched the grotesque exhibition, but then the girl broke into a smile and looked directly into her eyes.
"Haven't you ever wanted to do this before?" Shelly asked huskily, her words coming in short, hard gasps from deep within her throat. The girl's eyes glistened with excitement as her small hands pumped frenetically away on the slime-coated dog dick.
"My God, Shelly!" Janet exclaimed, jerking back as if the girl had slapped her in the face. "How can you say something like that!" Janet's tortured expression on her face revealed the fact that her niece had hit the nail on the head-there were many times, in her moments of loneliness and frustration, when she had thought of doing exactly what Shelly was doing now. At least I didn't do it! Janet thought. This girl is really sick!
Suddenly the dog began jerking violently and spasmodically, shaking so fiercely that Shelly almost lost her grip on his gyrating organ.
"Oooohhh, I think he's about ready to cum!" Shelly rasped, bending over to look at the animal's twitching dong. "Mmmmmmm oh, yes, here it comes!" She could feel his animal juices surging through his quivering shaft and finally exploding out the pointed end of his cockhead. Warm, wet cum juice flowed into her hands and dripped through her probing fingers onto the rug. The trembling dog shot volley after volley of his semen into her eager hands until he had thoroughly emptied his nuts of every drop.
Janet stood there in horrified fascination as she watched her young niece pump her pet's balls dry. When there was nothing left to come out, the girl reluctantly dropped her hands from his tool and held them up for her aunt to see.
"See, it's just like a man's cum," she said delightedly, squishing the cum juice playfully between her sopping fingers, like she was experimenting with Play-doh or something equally as innocent. Shelly brought her fingers up to her nose and sniffed at them with enthusiasm. "I like the smell," she stated simply, holding them out for Janet to take a whiff of.
"Jesus Christ, that's repulsive!" Janet huffed, turning on her heels and striding for the kitchen. She grabbed a sponge and flung it at the girl when she re-entered the living room.
"Here, clean up that mess!" she ordered, fighting to contain the mixed emotions of disgust and desire that threatened to overpower her. Reaching down, Janet yanked at the exhausted animal by his collar and dragged him across the room, then kicked him fiercely out the front door.
"Shelly, don't you ever do that again," Janet seethed, gritting her teeth angrily as she looked down into the large, innocent-looking blue eyes of the girl. Shelly just smiled sweetly and nodded her head in agreement as she dabbed lightly at the cum that spotted the rug. The cowering poodle had worked up enough courage to walk over to Shelly and had begun to lick the juices off the floor that she hadn't gotten to yet.
"After you're through, you'd better go to bed," Janet said. "We have to get up early tomorrow to get to school."
"Yes, Auntie," the girl replied, giggling softly as the poodly gently licked her on the leg. Janet gave -an exasperated sigh and turned to go to her bedroom, praying silently that this was not an indication of what the rest of the summer was going to be like with her. That rape incident must have screwed her up more than her mother thought! She reached for a book on her nightstand, hoping it would help her to fall asleep, but knowing that the sight of that animal cock was going to be hard to keep out of her mind.
"All right now, Eloise," Coach Evers instructed, looking down at the husky, sweat-shirted young girl that stared intently into his eyes. "You'll handle the arts and crafts and generally supervise the younger children, okay?"
"But, I want to help in the athletics!" she wailed. "You promised me I could!" Her large, brown eyes pleaded hopefully with him as her lips formed into a disappointed pout. When he had interviewed her for the position of junior playground assistant, he had been delighted with the fact that she had a knowledge of sports and was eager to help him in directing the various games that would be offered to the children. Now he was copping out on her and she was beginning to suspect that he was a male chauvinist pig after all.
"I know, I know, but I found out that we're short-handed this year in personnel, so you're elected to take over the crafts department." He put his hands on her broad, strong shoulders and wondered silently why a girl with such a pretty face would be interested in hanging around with young boys anyway. At sixteen most girls would be more inclined to be on the make with boys of their own age, but Eloise was still in the tomboy stage and seemed to enjoy the company of eleven-and twelve-year-olds. I guess they"re less threatening, he thought, looking down at the pair of round, jutting melons that lay buried beneath the baggy sweatshirt.
"Please, give me a chance," she pleaded, trembling slightly under his- firm touch. "Maybe I could help the boys individually, you know, like if they need special attention in something they're weak in."
"All right, all right," he conceded, dropping his hands away and shrugging his shoulders in defeat. He had promised her, after all, and the girl really couldn't do too much harm by doing some private coaching on the side.
"Oh, thank you, Coach," she enthused. "You won't regret it!" Eloise went skipping off in the direction of the play field, eager to find some boy who needed her help and attention.
Janet came walking up to him with her niece in tow, who excitedly oogled all the strong young bodies of the boys playing on the grass-covered field. They halted in front of Coach Evers and
Janet jerked on the girl's arm to try and get her attention.
"Shelly, I'd like to introduce you to Coach Evers, he runs the program here at school." Janet turned around and looked into the ruggedly handsome face of the older man.
"It's sooo nice to meet you," Shelly said, fluttering her long dark lashes at him. Her heart began beating wildly in her chest as her gaze caressingly swept down the length of his long torso, taking in the suggestive bulge that lay hidden behind his tight denim pants. "I'm certainly looking forward to helping you out this summer-I hope you won't think I'm a bother, hanging around here, that is." Her girlish ways had quickly been replaced by a precocious sophistication that made Janet's eyes widen in shock and surprise.
"I'm sure you won't be in the way, dear," he said smoothly, reaching out to take her hand in his. "Let me show you around and we'll see what we can find for you to do." He led her off toward the crafts room, leaving Janet standing there with her mouth dropping open. Jesus, Vm going to have to keep an eye on that girl! she thought, unlocking the door to her office.
As Janet went around switching on the lights and checking to see if all her supplies were in order, she wondered just how she was going to occupy herself for the whole summer at this job. There was very little for her to do except be on stand-by in case someone should get hurt or sick. She settled down on the cot with a book she had brought from home and resigned herself to the fact that it would probably be a dull but profitable summer, and the money could go toward next year's European vacation.
All of a sudden an ear-splitting scream ripped through the air, disturbing the peaceful quiet that surrounded her. Dashing out of her office door, she squinted her eyes in an effort to see what had taken place. In the middle of the playing field she could see a circle of boys that were yelling and jumping up and down, watching what appeared to be a free-for-all taking place in the middle of them. Coach Evers was running swiftly toward the ruckus, yelling for them to stop fighting while Eloise stood on the sidelines wringing her hands in despair. Janet strode quickly through the corridor and out onto the field, having caught a glimpse of blood already beginning to flow from the flying fists and flailing legs.
"All right, break it up!" Coach Evers shouted, trying to make himself heard over the din of bawling, screaming, cursing boys. He forcefully pried two of the youngsters apart, pushing the larger one off to the side and holding the smaller one tightly by the arms. A third one, who lay clutching his stomach and groaning loudly, flung out his leg and hooked it around the shin of the larger boy, causing him to go crashing to the hard ground with a thud.
"That's enough now!" Coach Evers growled, positioning his big frame between the two thrashing boys and blocking them from further contact.
Janet pushed her way through the crowd of children to the coach, who was crouching over the smallest of the boys in an attempt to calm down the hysterical child.
"What happened?" she asked Eloise, who was trying, with some difficulty, to keep the two bigger boys from killing each other.
"I don't know, I was over at the far end of the field helping a kid with his call signals."
"Janet, take these two here and get them patched up, will you?" he ordered, pointing to the bleeding little boy and the one still doubled over holding his stomach. "I'll find out what happened later on when they've calmed down a little-all right, the rest of you, get on with your business, the excitement's overt"
The crowd slowly dispersed as Janet led the two boys toward her office, supporting the little one with one arm while he sobbed loudly and bled profusely.
"Come on in," she said, showing the big boy to the cot and helping him to lay back on it. She turned around and suddenly realized that the bleeding boy was Barry, the one she had had so much delight in examining. Janet sat him on a chair and went around the room collecting the necessary equipment for patching him up.
"This might sting a little," she warned, gently swabbing his face with antiseptic so that she could determine just where the cuts were. Barry had stopped sobbing and was softly whimpering as she
- dabbed at his bloodied face, trying to stop the flow that was still running heavily down his temples and out his nose. She saw that there was a cut on each side of his eyes, but neither were large enough to require stitches.
"You'll be all right," she said, taping the gauze over each corner of his already swelling eyebrows. Janet tamped some cotton balls up his nostrils and ordered him to change places with the boy on the cot.
"Now, do you feel better?" she asked, looking into the pale face of the boy who stood at eye level to her.
"Yeah, I'm all right," he answered sullenly. He looked apprehensively at his friend, Barry, who lay stretched out with his eyes tightly shut. "He's going to be fine, ain't he?"
"Yes, now could you tell me what this is all about?"
"That big kid was picking on him-kept saying he was too little and puny to be on our team!" he said angrily. "And then he pushed Barry down and began kicking at him . . . and that's when I moved in! I showed him that ain't nobody can pick on my friend!" The big boy gestured toward his friend as if he were a prized possession.
"What's your name, young man?"
"Ronnie Weston," he replied, suddenly looking very nervous and shy under the older woman's penetrating gaze.
"Okay, Ronnie, I'm sure Barry appreciates you coming to his defense, but if you want to stay in the summer program, you'd better learn to stay out of trouble-that means no fighting!"
"Yes, ma'am," he said quietly, looking down at the ends of his worn-out sneakers and wishing this old bitch would leave him alone.
"All right, you may go now, but be sure this doesn't happen again," Janet admonished, watching the big boy turn on his heels and bolt for the door.
"What about Barry?" he asked, pointing at the frail, quiet child that lay silently on the cot.
"I want to talk to him in private, if you don't mind."
Ronnie shrugged his shoulders and skipped out the door, breaking into a dead run by the time he put one foot off the corridor.
"Barry," Janet said softly, pushing his legs over to one side of the cot so that she could sit down beside him. She was beginning to feel hot all over from just being so near the tender, sweet body of this small boy. She leaned hei huge, heaving tits over his slender chest and looked directly into his eyes.
"I think I can show you a thing or two that might help you in defending yourself against those big bullies out on the field," she said soothingly. Janet waited, breathlessly for his response as she fought off the impulse to. gently stroke his delectable frame from one end to the other.
"Whad duh you mean?" he finally asked in a muffled voice. The cotton stuffed up his nasal passages made him sound like a punch-drunk fighter.
"Well, I used to be in the WAC's ... do you know what that is?"
"The army for girls?"
"Yes, that's right," she said, bending down closer to his bruised face and lightly brushing a wisp of stray hair off his forehead. "Anyway, they taught me some tricks on self-defense that I could teach to you . . . that is, if you're interested."
"Wow, am I ever!" The excited child tried to raise himself up on his elbows, but the pain from his cuts forced him back onto the pillow again, making him groan slightly from the discomfort.
"Take it easy, honey," Janet crooned, cupping his soft cheeks in both her hands and smiling seductively at him. "First you have to recover from the damage that has been done to you, then we can start on your lessons." The boy wiggled uncomfortably under the hot touch of her stroking hands as he experienced that same strange feeling of need that had swept through his body when she had examined him.
"W-When do we start... and where?" he stammered, wishing she would quit making him feel so funny all over.
"I think this weekend would be a good time. By then you should be in good shape to take what I have in mind." Janet gave him a sly, knowing wink as the blood rushed to his face and pounded wildly at his temples, making his cuts hurt more than ever.
"As for the place," she added, "why don't you come over to my house, and that way we can get on with it with no disturbances." Janet wondered silently how she was going to be able to arrange getting Shelly out of the house for the day without drawing her suspicions, but she knew she would come up with something. The thought of groping and feeling this little boy up for the whole day was enough to make her come up with some pretty clever excuses. God, she thought, gazing excitedly into his innocent face. I really must be an evil woman! But, Jesus, he's so sweet. . . so fucking sweet! She moaned inwardly as she daydreamed on what it would be like when the two of them were alone. Christ, I can hardly wait!
CHAPTER THREE
"I'll see you at suppertime," Shelly called out, closing the front door behind her and skipping down the steps. When Aunt Janet had suggested that she stay away for the day so that she could get some heavy housecleaning done, Shelly had agreed amiably to the idea. All week she had been pumping the kids around her, trying to find out what the situation was with Coach Evers. When she discovered that he was divorced and living alone, she began plotting a way to seduce him in private, and now the opportunity had arrived. It would be like taking candy from a baby, she thought, smirking happily to herself.
Shelly strode quickly down the sidewalk, the silky texture of her bikini pants rubbing suggestively against the rough cloth of her hip-hugging Levi's. She had worn her sexiest bra and panties for this occasion and had even taken a douche-something she'd never done before. The long plastic nozzle shoved high up her tight young twat had caused her to twitch and squirm with excitement as the memories of her supposed rape flashed through her mind.
What a farce that rape had been! Shelly smiled when she ran through the exciting details of her first encounter with a grown man. She'd had several young boys who had attempted to screw her in their inexperienced and inept way, and had finally made up her mind that she wanted the real thing. There was a middle-aged man living in her neighborhood and the gossip circulating around said that his young wife had deserted him, leaving him for a sailor that was half his age. Shelly decided to investigate the situation and went over to his house with the excuse of looking for work as a part-time maid. The man was surrounded by disorder and trash, not having learned to housekeep yet, so he hired her for three times a week.
The first day on her job, Shelly arrived in tight, tight short shorts and a halter top. The man opened the door and audibly gasped when he took in the sight of her lithe firm body and sweet pointy tits. The rest was easy. She bent, reached and crawled under every piece of furniture in the house, making sure that he happened to be in the room at the time so that he could observe the suppleness and beauty of her jiggling ass and bouncing boobs. At one point, when she felt he was not responding quickly enough to her charming display of young flesh, Shelly purposely stumbled off her perch on a ladder where she had been dusting book shelves, and fell romantically into his arms. To him, it was romantic, to Shelly, it was just a prelude to bigger and better things-like a good fuck!
The day finally came when the poor man could no longer resist the blatant appeal that she was making to his masculinity. It had been three months since he'd had a woman and when he found her standing stark naked in his bathroom with a ' towel draped seductively across one shoulder and hiding nothing of any importance, he gave in. What ensued was devastating to the older man and simply wonderful as far as Shelly was concerned.
She'd used his bathroom on the pretense that she needed to take a shower to wash off the dirt from having just gotten through washing his scuzzy windows. When he'd busted into the room, not knowing she was there, and discovered her in the altogether, his first impulse was to turn and run like hell. . . she was jail bait, after all. But, Shelly had different ideas.
"Hi," she said, smiling sweetly as she casually dropped the towel to the floor.
"I-I'm sorry ... I didn't know you were in here," he stammered, standing rigidly in front of her with his prick obviously rising slowly in his pants.
"That's all right, I don't mind." Shelly bent over to retrieve the towel, exposing her sweet pink ass to his bulging eyes. His cock was aching with desire as he stared excitedly at her twitching, jiggling round orbs displayed before him.
She pivoted around and thrust her lightly furred pussy brazenly in front of him, making his cheeks flush hotly with the need that surged through him like a raging fire.
"My God!" he groaned, reaching out to make her cover herself with the towel. Shelly took a step forward before he could accomplish his purpose and flung her arms around his waist, drawing herself closely to his trembling body.
"You know you want me," she whispered, running her wet hands across the surface of his flat chest and feeling his heart pounding heavily, wildly beneath his shirt.
He ground his teeth together in the agony of wanting her and knowing that she was merely a child and could get him into a lot of trouble. Shelly swirled her naked pelvis suggestively against his crotch as he finally gave in and wrapped his long arms around her soft, slender torso, crushing her to him. His hands dropped down to her pert, vibrating ass and began stroking the cheeks heatedly while she fumbled excitedly with the buttons on his shirt.
"Ooooohhhhh, you wicked little girl," he moaned, releasing her to wrench off his shirt and frantically grapple with his belt and zipper. In a flash, he had his pants unzipped and shoved down his strong, hairy legs as the seducing child stood back and admired the huge cock that sprang out from the waistband of his shorts.
"Mmmmmmmm, now there's a man-sized prick!" she sighed, reaching out and clutching it in one hand before he could even get his pants off his ankles. She squeezed gently on the bobbing organ as he struggled to release himself, anxious to feel its sleek, blood-heated hardness quivering in her fingers.
He kicked his pants savagely into a corner and then twisted his naked body around, causing her to lose her grip on his gyrating tool, as he flipped out his hand and pushed the toilet seat lid down with a crash.
"All right, sweetheart, you wanted this . . . now you're going to get it!" he growled between clenched teeth. There was a strange, wild look on his face as he grabbed her by her small firm tits and pulled her toward him. The whites of his eyes flashed with animal passion and his strong hands gouged fiercely into the smooth whiteness of her flesh as he brought her diamond-hard nipples to his wet mouth.
"You're hurting me," she complained, but the feel of his gripping fingers pressing tightly around the stiff, painfully hot nipples while his tongue whipped excitedly over the tips, was sending shivers of desire racing through her loins. He was half bent over as he swabbed her rosebuds with his lashing tongue, so he moved to the toilet and plopped his bare ass down on the fuzzy lid cover. He pulled her between his widely spread thighs, never releasing his grip on her sweet tits. She could feel his throbbing cock pushing its way up through her taut, straining legs as he bit down hungrily on her over-hanging orbs. His hands washed over her firm, concave belly and reached down to lightly fluff her curly mound of venus. He insinuated a finger slowly up her gaping slit and rubbed it in and out of her hole, spreading her sweet, thick juices all over her pubic hair and blood-engorged cuntlips. When he had thoroughly sopped her crotch with her own juices, he raised his hands up and slid them under her armpits, taking her firmly in his grip. Then he picked her up off the floor and sat her on his lap, shoving her bare legs to each side of his own body. Her twat hairs brushed wetly against his belly while he reached under her ass and positioned his quaking shaft in direct line with her well-lubricated fuck-hole.
"Are you a virgin?" he rasped, holding his shaking tool in one hand and her sweating back with the other.
"No," she lied. The boys had tried to dick her several times, but their clumsiness had made her lose patience and back off at the last moment. She wasn't, however, going to let this opportunity go by by telling the truth.
Shelly threw back her head and closed her eyes tightly as he introduced his bloated, man-sized stabber into her little, tight twat. The sensation of his throbbing meat immediately filling up her gripping vaginal walls sent her into spasms of ecstasy that shook her right down to her wiggling toes. The further he shoved his vibrating tool down her shuddering sheath, the more intense the pain and pleasure became, until the young girl was twisting and writhing passionately on' his slippery lap and grabbing frantically onto his neck to keep from falling off.
"Oooooohhhhh, goddamn! Oooohhhh shiiiiiit!" he groaned, sliding his hands down to her slim hips and digging his finger into the silky skin. He pushed her back and forth into his rod, bouncing her excitedly on his jiggling lap while she arched her spine in an effort to get all of his huge member into her.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" she yelped, feeling his cockhead straining against the end of her tube, practically forcing its way into her womb. "I-I can't take any more of you!" She bit down on her saliva-coated lips to keep from screaming out in pain and, maybe, drawing some attention from the neighbors. He eased off for a moment and then jammed his tool back in, picking up a steady rhythm that brought a smile to her face and made her quickly forget about any discomfort.
"Hhhhhmmmmm! Oh, yes, that's much better!" she said enthusiastically, hunching her pelvis eagerly at his pistoning cock.
His balls slapped lewdly against her butt as they frantically strove to reach the point where his pulsating rod would empty itself of his hot juices and surge, through her gyrating pussy. They pounded wildly together for a few more strokes and then it came.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH! JEEEEES KKKRRRIIISTTT!" His body stiffened and poised rigid for a moment and then the jism began spewing out of his cockhead and flooding her quivering cunt with gallons of warm, wet man fuck fluid. Shelly hadn't had enough time to reach her own orgasm yet, but she pretended to be there by shaking her head from side to side and moaning deeply within her throat. He didn't seem to notice her play acting any as he shook uncontrollably from his own agony-ecstasy and pumped his voluminous semen to the very end of her gripping tube.
Shelly's blood trickled down her thighs and dropped onto his cum-stained groin, coating his cock and balls. He clutched tightly to her sweat-slippery body and gently lifted her off his lap and onto the floor. As he stood up, he felt the sticky jism running down his legs and grabbed for a towel to swab it off.
"My God!" he gasped, shakily. "You were a virgin! You lied!" The white towel clasped in his hand showed streaks of her vaginal blood mixed with his cum . . . evidence of a broken cherry.
His face was white and horror-stricken as he flung the towel at her naked body and ordered her to wipe off. As she calmly dabbed at her wet thighs and glistening twat hairs, he sat back down on the toilet seat and held his head between his hands, shaking it slowly from side to side. - "What have I done?" he whispered hoarsely. "Oh, Lord, you're just a child ... I've ruined your life!" He stared blankly at the patterned linoleum tiles, softly berating himself for the crime he had committed. Shelly finished cleaning up and stood there for a moment watching him go through the agonies of recriminations and wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Finally, she got bored with his act and quietly picked up her clothes and tiptoed out of the bathroom. When she had dressed herself and straightened up her hair, she left him a note saying she wasn't coming back, and walked out the front door.
That kind of a weirdo I can do without, she thought, prancing blithely down the sidewalk toward home. By the time she reached her house, she had completely dismissed him from her mind, deciding that he wasn't worth bothering with any more.
The next day the shit hit the fan. On the front page of the newspaper was a picture of his body laying on his bathroom floor in a puddle of his own blood. He'd committed suicide. It seems that he was a preacher in a Fundamentalist church. There was no suicide note, but the police found Shelly's note and the blood-streaked towel with her blood and their cum on it. There was no choice but to say that he had raped her and that she had been afraid to tell her parents about it. The man was dead, Shelly reasoned, so it wasn't going to hurt him any to lie. Besides, she had her own neck to save.
The scandal really rocked the small town and Shelly became the center of attention among her friends as she told the gruesome story over and over again, adding more vivid and interesting details as she went. Shelly hadn't minded the notoriety a bit, but her parents had been getting a lot of embarrassing phone calls from some of the up-tight citizens about their daughter's mode of dress and suggesting that, perhaps, it was she that had led the poor man on. His parish members had risen en masse to his defense, proclaiming that he was a virtuous man and had never done an immoral act in his life. The whole situation was making her parents very nervous, so they decided to ship her off to her maiden aunt with the hopes that she could straighten her out a little. At least she would be out of sight until things cooled off enough to come back home.
Ah! Shelly giggled silently. Ill bet my sweet maiden aunt has a few things going on the side that would make my parents shit in their pants! She decided she would have to investigate that one of these days, but first there was Coach Evers to deal with. Now there was an interesting challenge! From the way he had looked at her that first day she knew that he had a lech for little girls. Shelly looked forward to a very exciting summer toying with him.
Janet opened the front door and peered out from the darkened living room into the perspiring face of the nervous young boy. She had closed the drapes and shut all the windows to try and preserve some of the morning coolness. As her eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, she realized that it was Barry standing there.
"Oh, come on in, Barry. You're early." The small child brushed past her quickly, taking care not to touch her big jutting tits that poked out invitingly underneath her bathrobe.
"I-I'm sorry, maybe I should go back home and wait awhile?" he stammered, standing in the entryway and squinting in the darkness.
"Naw, that's all right," she soothed. "The sooner we get started the better." Her heart pounded excitedly beneath the silky robe as she thought of the long day ahead of them. "Take a seat on the couch and I'll explain what I have in mind." Barry stumbled over to the couch in the corner of the room and dropped his light frame down onto the soft bulging cushions. He sank gratefully down and leaned his head against the back, letting out a deep sigh of relief as the welcomed coolness of the room enveloped him.
"Well, now," Janet said briskly, striding across the room and positioning herself right in front of him. She spread her long legs apart and put her hands on her hips, revealing her naked calves and thighs through the gaping slit of her buttonless robe. She smiled down at him, enjoying his discomfort, as he squirmed and fidgeted in his seat below her. As cool as the room was, Janet could see that he was already beginning to sweat again. Good! she thought delightedly. The more adrenalin he's pumping, the more stamina hell have for later on!
"First, because it's so hot today, I think you ought to strip down to your Jockey shorts," Janet advised. The boy just sat there with his mouth hanging open as she waited patiently for his response.
"Well?" She waited a few seconds more, then she reached out and grabbed his hand and yanked him off the couch. "Gome on, now, if you want to learn how to defend yourself, you're going to have to cooperate!" Barry flew up to his feet and stood there trembling visibly beneath her stern look.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied squeakily, fumbling ineptly with the buttons on his cotton shirt.
"Here, let me do it!" Janet said impatiently. She slid her fingers rapidly down the front of his slight chest, undoing the buttons and slashing open the shirt front in one, continuous motion. She pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms, then bunched it up and threw it on the couch. Her hands began to shake as she went for his zipper on his jeans. Suddenly his small hands cupped over hers and he wrenched them away.
"I can do that," he said belligerently, tugging at the stubborn snap and yanking it open fiercely. She withdrew and let him struggle alone with his pants. Her nipples were poking out obviously beneath her thin robe as more and more of his tender white skin was being exposed before her eager eyes.
Barry shoved the pants down his slender, fuzzy legs and kicked them off his feet. Janet felt her pussy juices begin to flow profusely, wetting her cunt hairs and dripping onto her thighs, as she stared unabashedly at his adorable little pecker bulging slightly against the crotch of his white cotton shorts. She could already taste his sweet pink meat in her mouth just by looking at it, and she had to slurp back her saliva to keep from drooling right there in front of him.
"All right, I'm ready," he announced, slightly defensively. He stood ramrod straight with his hands down to his sides and trying desperately to look unafraid and manly before the mature, sexy woman. He wanted, more than anything else, to be able to hold his own in a fight, and he was willing to put up with this woman's bossiness if only she would teach him how.
"That's fine," she breathed, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him toward her. "Let's get out into the middle of the room so we don't hit anything." The boy obediently followed her to a space on the rug where they would be free of obstacles.
"Now, try and attack me," Janet ordered. Barry looked at her rather dubiously, not understanding exactly what she meant by that.
"Come at me like you were going to hurt me!" she persisted. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor and slightly apart as she braced herself for his assault.
Girding up his courage, Barry lunged for her with his hands outstretched, his body off balance and his legs awkwardly flung askew. The instant he made contact with her forearms, Janet twisted her body half around and, using her hips as leverage, grabbed his arm and tossed him over her shoulder and onto the rug. It happened so fast that the boy just lay there amazed, trying to catch his breath and wondering what the hell took place.
"Jeez!" Was all he could manage to say as he stared up at the woman in awe. Janet stood there gloating and panting slightly from the effort. It had been a long time since she had used any of the techniques she'd been taught in the Army, and she was a bit out of shape.
"Want to try it yourself?" she asked, offering him her hand and pulling him up off the floor.
"Y-Yeah, sure!"
"All right, now when you're on the defensive, be sure you have your weight equally balanced. The idea is to take advantage of the other guy's lack of balance and to use it as a leverage, but you have to be fast." She showed him how to twist out of a grip quickly and gain control of the situation by locking the opponent in with a more secure arm hold. Then she demonstrated the different ways of using the back and hips and shoulders to lift a person off their feet and render them helpless. Finally, she taught him how to toss a person over, sending them crashing to the floor. The steps were all elemental, but because of his shyness and lack of aggression, he was slower than most to catch on.
"Come on, Barry!" she shouted in exasperation. "You've got to try harder!" The poor child was sweating up a storm by now, struggling valiantly to try and master the techniques she was showing him.
"All right, all right," he panted. He wiped the beads of perspiration off his forehead, took a deep breath, and then attacked. His movements were fast and graceful this time, like a young animal in flight as he sprang toward her. She hadn't expected his lightning response and he caught her off guard. Before she knew it, he had flung her over his slender hips and sent her plummeting to the floor with a heavy, painful thud. Unfortunately, he hadn't counted on her weight or the fact that, in order to break her fall, she had grabbed frantically at the waistband of his Jockey shorts. A second after she landed, he came crashing down on top of her, falling face down on the softest, most cushiony part of her-her big tits. Janet's slinky robe had split open down the front from the exertion of being thrown around and Barry found himself breathing in the musky fragrance of her naked boobs as he lay sprawled over her luscious, sweat-slick body.
"Mmmmmm, now there's a fall I didn't mind taking," Janet sighed, hugging the gasping boy to her heaving orbs.
"G-Gosh, I'm sorry ... I didn't think I could do it!" Barry said, craning his head up off her tits and peering into her half-closed eyes. She just smiled back and nodded her head slightly. Janet's breath was coming in short, hard gasps as she began running her moist, shaking hands over his small back, edging them down toward his hard little ass that stuck invitingly up in the air.
"Mrs. Stanner, what are you doing?" The child struggled to get out of her grip, but the feel of her soft, strong hands caressing his body was making him feel hot and weak all over.
"Barry, honey, I'm going to teach you something that will really make you the envy of all the boys," Janet whispered softly, hooking her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and slowly dragging them down his hips. The boy's eyes were glassy with interest and excitement as he lifted up his slender body so that she could remove the underpants and slide them off. He glanced shyly down at her naked, exposed cunt, wanting desperately to run his small fingers through the bushy, curly hair that covered it.
Once his pants were off, Janet crushed the small boy to her enormous tits, smothering his face in her ample cleavage as she squeezed her hot orbs tightly against his ears. She pushed and slid them heatedly all over each side of his head, working down to his cheeks, and finally offering them up to his mouth. Her hard, distended nipples probed his soft pink lips, inviting him to open up and take them in.
"Come on, sweet lips," Janet cooed. "Try some of mama's titties, you'll like them." Barry hesitated for a moment and then gave in to his tremendous desire to see what they tasted like. He slowly opened his mouth and brought it down over the hot, heaving flesh of one huge boob, latching onto it like a suction cup. Eagerly and with growing excitement, he licked and slurped on the soft, slick surface of the tit, transferring his attentions from one to the other as his courage and desire to experiment overcame his shyness.
"Ooooohhhhh, yes, sweet baby . . . that's soooo nice, just so lovely!" Janet sighed. She was wrenching her body from one side to the other, flapping her bouncy orbs back and forth across the boy's saliva-wet mouth. Barry had been bracing himself on top of her by putting his hands on the floor, but as his excitement grew, so did his boldness. His hands came slithering up the side of her silky robe and gradually insinuated themselves inside, cupping her fleshy mounds from underneath and hefting them gently. He stroked and caressed the taut undercupping of her breasts, working his way slowly around the jutting cones until he had them firmly squeezed together in both hands. He was like a child that had just discovered a new toy as he poked and fondled and played with her quivering knockers.
"Boy, they sure are nice!" Barry exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Yes, yes they are, but there's more of me to explore, honey," Janet purred, running her fingers through his soft silky hair. She took his hands and guided them down her plump torso, sliding and swirling them over her protruding belly toward her thickly furred mound of venus. Barry raised up on his knees and straddled her body as he watched her glide his hands closer and closer to her wet, curly muff. His little pecker was straining stiffly out in front of him, waggling its small, pink uncircumcised cockhead before her sparkling eyes.
"Ooooohhhhh, Barry, play with my box . .. stick your nose in there and smell it! Taste it! Lick it! Suck it!" Janet shoved the boy down her belly and onto her broad thighs, encouraging him to investigate every crevice and fold of her pulsating, blood-engorged cunt hole.
The strong, pungent aroma of her churning pussy juices drew him down to her slit like a bee to honey. He sprawled out between her legs and cautiously edged up to where his face was just inches away from the dark, gaping slit. Barry hung onto the meaty thighs for support and pushed his nose right up to the cuntal furrow, breathing in the heavy fragrance with boyish enthusiasm. The strange, overpowering smell made him jerk back for an instant, but his curiosity was more overpowering, and he forced himself back to the fascinating sight of her purplish, puffy cuntlips.
"Eat me . .. Jesus Christ, child, eat me!" she begged, grabbing his head and shoving it hard against the slick surface of her gaping sheath. She drew her legs up until the heels of her feet were practically touching the edge of her ass, giving the boy a magnificent view of her twat with its double row of cum-covered petals and the sheathed nubbin of her clit.
Barry pursed his lips and dived into her hole, practically knocking out his front teeth from the force of his over-eager approach.
"Aaaahhhhhh, easy!" she yelped, jerking herself backward in an effort to ease him off a bit. "You have to be gentle, Barry. Women like it better that way."
"Sorry," he mumbled, crawling closer and slowly, carefully brushing his moist lips over her hairy gash. He sucked lightly on the outer surface of the lips, tantalizing her with the exquisite sensation of his warm mouth and hot breath caressing her furrow.
"Mmmmmmm, yes," she gasped, relaxing as the pleasure of his inexperienced touch washed over her body. "Now, use your tongue, honey," she instructed, eager to feel his small, pointed tongue twanging her clit.
Barry ventured in, sticking out his tongue like he was going to lick a lollipop. He tentatively touched it to the sides of her cuntlips and, deciding he liked the taste, plunged in deeper, swabbing the inner walls of the entrance to her tube. By accident, he hit upon the hidden clit and laved it repeatedly when he saw the reaction he got from her.
"W-Wait, Barry!"
"Why?" he asked, withdrawing his mouth from her.
"I want to eat you while you eat me." Janet reached down and grabbed the boy by the leg and twisted him around until his legs were straddling her head and his face was buried in her mound.
"Now we can get down to business," she purred, gripping his slender, smooth thighs and spreading them farther apart. Because of the differences in height, she had to crane her neck forward in order to reach his rigid little rod, but with a little effort she managed to bring his shaft to her lips and together they began the first course of a long, lustful orgy., CHAPTER FOUR
Shelly rapped impatiently on the front door of Chuck Evers house. She'd been standing there five minutes already and had just about given up on him, but her eagerness to get a chance at his luscious male body made her more persistent than usual.
Shit! she grumbled silently. Maybe fte's around back working in the yard or something, she mused, giving up her pounding and moving away from the front entry and cautiously picking her way across the width of the newly watered lawn.
Shelly squeezed between the large shrubbery that grew along the side of the house and walked smack dab into a tall redwood fence that encircled the back yard. As she moved quietly along, she began hearing low moaning sounds interspersed with wild peals of laughter. Frantically, she sought for a place between the redwood stakes where she could spy on the activity that she suspected was taking place. A knothole suddenly presented itself before her eyes and she excitedly crouched down and peered through it, her eyes scanning the large grassed-in yard for the location of the erotic activities.
"Oh, Chuck!" she heard a young girl enthuse. "Your dick's soooo big!" This was followed by slightly hysterical giggles as Shelly spied Coach Evers wagging his enormous rod lewdly before a sprawled out teenybopper who lay on the grass.
Hmmmm, just as I thought, Shelly grinned, thinking smugly to herself that she could spot a lecherous old man a mile away. She pressed her eyeball closer to the rough knothole as she watched the sexy-comic drama unfold before her. They were both totally naked and looked as though they had been chasing each other around the yard from the sight of them. Blades of grass, dirt and sweat were smeared profusely over their bodies, and they both were breathing heavily.
"You're too fast for me!" Chuck panted, dropping to his knees and kneeling over the young girl's voluptuous, sunburnt torso. His huge frame cast a shadow over her face, hiding her identity from Shelly's curious view.
The girl reached out casually and grabbed onto his bobbing wang, stroking it slowly and rhythmically like she'd been doing it her whole life. His response was immediate and powerful. His knob became full and hard at the first touch of her small pink hand and a low, fierce groan issued from his clenched jaws.
"Ooooohhhhh, God, Susan!" he moaned, hunching closer to her titillating body. "You're driving me crazy!" The girl let out a squeal and wrenched her hand away from him, rolling onto her stomach and wiggling her pert little ass at him in a wantonly teasing manner.
"Is that so?" she giggled, clenching the cheeks of her pink butt together and then relaxing them, causing the dimples to wink at him enticingly. "Then why don't you do something about it?"
"All right, you teasing little bitch ... I will!" The veins in his temples stood out so far that they looked like they were going to explode from the pressure as the agonized man flung his legs across her slim hips and straddled her firm, jiggling ass.
Chuck grabbed onto a handful of flesh on each side of her hips and kneaded it excitedly as the girl pleaded in mock distress for him to be gentle with her. He had a kind of savage look on his ruggedly handsome face as he released his grip and quickly reached down and drove a finger between the deep cleavage of her butt.
"Ever been bung-holed?" he asked fiercely. Before she could answer, he had brought his finger to liis mouth and spit on the end of it, and then crammed it into her puckery anus.
"Goddamn, that hurts!" she yowled, arching her back up in shock from the unexpected intrusion into her shit canal.
"Only for a little while," he said and grinned, slowly insinuating his spit-covered digit deeper inside her tight tube. His bloated organ bobbed excitedly up and down in front of him, brushing against the taut, smooth surface of her ass. Once thoroughly dug into her shit cavity, Chuck began wiggling his finger gently around, trying to loosen up the tight closure so that it wouldn't hurt him too much when he introduced his huge shaft into her. Gradually, the girl relaxed and fell back to the grass, slithering around on it slightly as she began to enjoy the new sensation.
"Mmmmmmm, not bad," she sighed, humping her ass against his probing finger. "But there's no way you're going to be able to get that big cock of yours in me!"
"You wanta bet . . . just watch my style!" he bragged, plucking out his shit-covered finger and forcibly spreading her cheeks apart with his strong hands. With a firm grip on each buttock, he lined up his pulsating stabber and plunged forward, breaking through the tight resistance of her bung-hole and gouging his way up her tube until he couldn't go any farther.
"Christ, oh, Christ, I think you're ripping me apart!" she wailed pathetically, trying like hell to scooch away from his butt-splitting rod. "Oh, take it out . . . pleeeaaassseee, take it out!"
"No way, honey. You asked for this," he said, gritting his teeth from the pain that shot through his blood-engorged organ as he felt like the head of his cock was being squeezed to death from the pressure of her tight sphincter muscles. He had to withdraw his prick for a moment to relieve the unbearable feeling of suffocation he was experiencing from her unbelievably tight bung-hole.
"Okay, sweet thing, this time papa will be a little gentler, but you've got to promise that you'll relax or it'll hurt worse," he coaxed, not bothering to mention who it would hurt the most. The girl agreed and Chuck slowly fed his shit-coated rod once again into her slightly loosened-up asshole. This time, it was much easier and, after a moment of readjusting his angle of approach, they both were enjoying it immensely.
Wow, thought Shelly, who brushed the dirt and wood splinters off her face. Now there's a man I could really get interested in! Her breath was coming in short, heavy gasps as she stared, wide-eyed, at the humping couple on the grass.
"Aaaaahhhh, ooooohhhhhh, yes, I really like it now!" the girl enthused, meeting every one of his powerful thrusts with an equally powerful one of her own. Her head thrashed back and forth against the matted grass as he pumped furiously into her shit-tube, anxious to shoot his tightly-packed wad of jism into her ass and relieve the agony of his full balls.
"Uuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh, oh, baby! You feel sooooo fucking goooood!" he growled, pistoning his rod heatedly back and forth as he strove to empty his cum into her poop-filled orifice. His heavy, hairy nuts beat repeatedly against her sweat-slick ass, causing them to ache even more from the constant titillation of making contact with her quivering flesh.
"Ooooohhhhh, I've got to have that man!" Shelly moaned softly. She'd slipped her hand down between the tight space of her hip-hugging jeans and firm belly and was pulling frantically at her lightly fuzzed mound of venus, trying to reach her excited clit. Sweat beaded on her young forehead as she crouched, riveted to the spy hole, watching the frantic couple slip and slide on the damp grass as they worked toward the pitch of orgasm.
Chuck smashed his fuckpole savagely into the girl's quivering shit sheath, gripping onto her hips so tightly that the knuckles on his hairy hands were white from the effort. He could feel his stalk pulsating against the narrow walls of her tube, ready at any moment to carry his explosive juices up from his sensitive balls and out the end of his bloated cockhead.
"UUUUUUMMMMMM! OH, GOD! MAKE IT SOON . . . PLEASE, MAKE IT SOON!" the girl pleaded crazily, sliding up on her knees so that he could give his all on the final thrust. Her face was buried in the grass and she looked like she was praying to some ancient god as she waited to receive his precious load of male cum.
"A-A-AAAAAAHHHHHH! SWEEEEET JEEEEEEZ! Ill... OH, YES! I FEEL IT CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!!" Chuck whipped his shaggy head from side to side, his white teeth flashing like a crazed animal in rut as he blew his jism out his quaking stalk in one powerful volley after another. His thick, strong torso was rigid with ecstasy, his buttocks like two granite rocks, as he unloaded his voluminous juices into the moaning girl.
"Oh, yes, I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg, tooooo!" Shelly whispered. Kneeling down with her eye still glued to the knothole, Shelly was furiously finger-fucking herself and dying with frustration to be a part of the titillating scene. Even as she was reaching her own climax, she was plotting a way to get Chuck to do that to her.
The middle-aged man had collapsed on top of the heaving, panting girl. Sweat poured off his thickly furred chest onto her slender back as they both lay there utterly exhausted from the strenuous exertions of their sex play. His cum juice trickled out of her asshole and coated his thighs and her butt. Finally, he worked up the energy to withdraw his stalk from her shit tube.
"Jesus," he said, rolling over onto his side and examining his semi-erect cock. "You sure were filled with a lot of shit!" His prick was streaked with the mixture of jism and feces and it looked pretty raunchy.
"Well, if I'd known that this is what you had in mind, I'd have taken an enema first," she retorted, smiling impishly at the sight of his browned-out cock.
"Yeah, well, next time I'll give you some warning." Chuck rose to his feet and extended his hand to help the girl up off the grass. "We'd better go in and take a shower," he suggested, leading her to the back door of his house. "We wouldn't want your mom asking how you got that grass all over you, would we?" He smiled as he coaxed her up the, back steps by patting her on her pert ass.
Shelly stood up from her kneeling position and wiped her slippery finger off on her jeans. She'd decided to bide her time and wait in the shrubbery alongside the house. With what she'd just seen, it was going to be real easy getting him to do what she wanted-hungered for. He doesn't dare-say no to me now! she thought gleefully. What a terrific summer this's turning out to be!
"OOOOOOHHHHHH, JEEEEEEZZZZZZ!!" Barry yelled as he lay crushed under the heavy, flabby body of the gyrating, middle-aged woman. His little face was flushed purple from her constant, frenzied pounding to his slender frame that was pinned beneath her hot, pulsating cunt.-
"Oh, you delightful, exquisite little boy!" Janet crooned exuberantly, too immersed in her own pleasure to notice the poor child's pathetic plea for air. His little prick was rammed deep inside her grasping pussy and she kept it there by manipulating her strong vaginal muscles with the expertise of a common whore.
"A-A-Aaaaahhhhhh, M-M-Mrs. SSSStanner! I feel soooo fffuuunnnyyyy!" Barry wailed, screwing his eyes shut in an attempt to forestall the inevitable explosion of his virginal juices into her hungry hole. He was afraid to cum inside of her because he'd been told that that's how a girl becomes pregnant. He sure didn't want that!
"It's all right, honey, it's going to get even better!" she promised, wondering silently why the kid couldn't just relax and dig on the feeling.
"Am I hurting you, dear?"
"Oooohhhhh, no! It isn't that . . . it's just that I'm, uh, afraid!" he breathed, turning his face to one side so that she wouldn't see the acute embarrassment that he felt.
Janet stopped her rhythmic pumping of his tiny peter and' cocked her head in confusion. This little boy was blowing her mind! She thought he'd love getting screwed by a woman, but here he was telling her he was afraid! Maybe he's a fag? she thought.
"What are you afraid of, Barry?" she asked softly, leaning over and stroking him gently along the side of his averted face. Her ponderous tits swung down and brushed heavily against his narrow, hairless chest, causing him to suck in his breath excitedly.
"I-I, uh, might get you pregnant!" Barry blurted out.
"Oh, child, that is funny!" she squealed, throwing back her head and laughing with delight.
"Well, they said in s-sex education that that's how it happens," he came back, defensively. Her superior attitude was beginning to irritate him considerably.
"Yes, but I'll bet they never told you that there's ways to prevent that from happening, did they?"
"But I don't have a rubber on," he retorted, turning his head around to look nervously into her eyes.
"That's right, sweetie, us gals take care of that ourselves."
Barry looked hesitantly at the older woman, hoping she'd tell him how this was accomplished.
"The pill, silly!"
"Oh."
"Now, can we get back to our fucking or do I have to give you a quick lecture on the birds and the bees?"
"Mrs. Stanner?"
"Yes, Barry!" Janet's patience was at the breaking point. Her twat was twitching with need and her blood was pounding through her veins with unrequited desire for more of his little boy cock.
"Can I get on top? You're just so, uh, heavy," he pleaded, smiling slightly in his engaging, cherubic manner.
"Oh, sure, love, climb on!" She was so relieved to have him get back to the subject at hand that she didn't even resent his blunt insinuation that she was a little too plump.
They quickly traded places, with her rolling off his flattened torso and replacing him on the rug. She sprawled out languorously on her back and beckoned him to hop on and stick his shriveled pink rod into her gaping slit. He was having trouble feeding the semi-flaccid organ into her roomy hole, and was beginning to sweat with frustration and embarrassment.
"Let mama suck on it a little, honey," Janet coaxed, pulling him forward across her belly and seating him on her cushiony tits. Barry hung his legs around her neck and put his full weight on her big boobs, relishing the sensation of her soft flesh and hard nipples underneath his bare ass. Janet craned her neck forward and sucked his cockhead into her open mouth, exerting so much pressure that her full cheeks caved in at the sides.
"AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" he yelped, jerking back as she bit down on the tip of his uncircumcised pecker.
"MMMMMMMMM!" Janet replied, licking the end of his brutalized knob apologetically and teasing him deeper into her tight throat. Her clever tongue swirled around the smooth, slick circumference of his underdevloped organ, causing it to twitch and jerk with awakening impulses.
"Ooooohhhhh, wow! Oooooohhhhhh, boy! GOOOOSSSHHHH! I-I can hardly ssstttaaannnnndddd it!" he moaned, wrenching his small head from side to side with uninhibited delight. His eyes were glazed over with passion and his mouth hung loosely open as he sucked in great gulps of air, trying to keep from cumming in her mouth.
Janet reached around his slim hips delicately, slowly introduced her forefinger into her anus. At first, he bolted upright, almost making her lose her grip on his bloated cock, but he remembered how terrific a finger-fuck felt from the last time she gave him one, and he gave in and relaxed. Between her flickering tongue eagerly swabbing his pulsating prick, and her gouging digit reaming out his asshole, the small innocent boy was almost being driven crazy with nerve-tingling, eyeball-popping passion.
"I-I'M GOING TOC-C-CCCUUUUMMMMM!!" Barry screamed, arching his spine and flailing his hands helplessly in the air.
"KKKOOOOUUUUUMMMMM!" Janet gurgled encouragingly. Her face was bright red from the exertion of giving him a blowjob and her spittle dribbled out the sides of her suctioning mouth as she strove to pump out every drop of his thin sweet fluids that came pouring into her.
"OOOOHHHHOOOOOOO . . . AAAAAHHHHH! OH, MY GOSH! U-U-UUtJUUNNNNNHHHHHH!!" Barry spewed his little boy goodies in a steady, powerful stream, emptying his hairless, shriveled sacks of jism as it spurted out the end of his spasmodically jerking knob.
When the shuddering child had completely drained himself of his hot cum, Janet opened her gnawing jaws and allowed him to retrieve his bright pink pecker. She gazed dazedly up at the panting boy who was staring down at his erect cock in amazement.
"It's still hard!" he observed. "Always before, when I, uh. . . ."
"Jacked off," Janet interjected.
"Yeah, jacked off. Anyway, it always got soft after that."
"That's because you never had a good cock-sucker work you over," she said, smiling with amusement as she reached over and grabbed his cum-coated prick in her hand. His organ was so small that when she closed her fingers around it it all but disappeared from sight.
"Come on, honey," she rasped lowly. "Stick it in me now . . . right now!" This time the boy didn't hesitate for a moment. He slid down the surface of her plump belly, leaving a trail of cum as he went, and knelt between her widely seaparted thighs. Grabbing his throbbing knob in one hand, he thrust it eagerly into her sopping slit. He had no trouble making it stay in there and the action of her powerful cunt muscles led him deeper and deeper into her honey pot.
"OOOOHHHHH, MY! THAT'S REEEAAALLL FIIINNNEEE!" Janet purred, wrapping her meaty thighs around his slim hips and urging him even closer. She humped her ass off the rug and, at the same time, clenched her butt together, giving him the feeling of having got caught in a soft meat grinder. Her teeth flashed as she opened her cum-stained lips and let out a snarl of primitive passion.
"Jesus Christ, you feel good! My God, what a sweet, sweet pecker you have, little boy!" Her hands were glued to the sides of his frail body, pushing and pulling him in and out, showing him the right speed and rhythm that would bring her to a crashing climax.
"HHHHMMMMPPPPHHHH! BOY' THIS IS FAAANNNTTTAAASSSTTTIICCC, RREEEAAALLLYYY FFFAAANNNTTTAASSS-
TTTIICCC!!" Barry shouted enthusiastically. He was trying desperately to remember everything that she was doing and showing to him so that he would be able to tell his friend Ronnie all about it. But his mind was so fogged over with heated passion that all he could think about was how great it felt to have his dick being squeezed and smothered by her titillating twat. Barry was being bounced and joggled roughly between her thighs, but there was no danger of losing his grip since her legs had him in a hammer hold that only a python could have broken.
"OH, BARRY... I'M GOING TO C-C-CUUUUMMMMM!" Janet groaned, jerking the boy fiercely in and out of her slippery sheath. He hung onto her heaving tits for dear life as the ecstatic woman tossed him around like he had no more substance than a house fly.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, YES! I'M THERE, DEAR GOD, I'M THERE!" Her cuntal muscles were rippling up and down the length of his little cock with the intensity of a vibrator turned up full blast. Barry thought he was going to faint from the exquisite sensations that riveted through his cock and balls as she sped up her tempo and put her pelvis into high gear.
"WOW!" THIS IS TOOOO MUCH! OOOOHHHHH, LADY, I'M GOING TO E E EE XXXXPPPPLLLLOOOODDDDEEEE!" he wailed. His fingers tightened around her distended nipples, sending sharp pains through her sweating, quivering tits, but she didn't care. She was too wrapped up in her mind-blowing orgasm to give a damn what he did. He could have been gnawing them off with his teeth and she wouldn't have stopped him. She felt just too, too exquisite to bother with a little thing like pain.
"AAAAHHHHHH, BARRY, SWEET BARRY!" she breathed, coming down briefly from one peak and building up slowly toward the next one.
"HERE IT CCCCUUUUMMMMSSSSS!!" he announced loudly, curling back his full pink lips and flicking out his fat tongue as he wrenched spasmodically from the pressure that ripped out his balls and into his gyrating tool. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head as if he were going into a swoon as the hot, sticky juices roared out his pulsating stalk and exploded into her vaginal cavity, coating the soft bulging walls with what seemed like gallons of the stuff.
"OOOOUUUUUUU, YES! IT'S SO HOT AND WET! SO FUCKING MUCH OF IT!" Janet groaned, feeling his cum gushing through her sheath and filling her to the very brim. They squished and smacked lewdly against each other as his fragrant fluid spilled out her loose cuntal furrow and ran down between them. Janet managed to get off two more climaxes before the cum-pumping boy finally depleted his enormous reserve of semen.
"Oh, Christ," she laughed breathlessly, cradling the exhausted child in her arms. "For a little guy, you sure have a big storehouse of jism!"
"Yeah," he agreed. "I didn't know I had it in me." Barry could feel her heart pound loudly in her heaving chest as he casually flicked out his tongue and gently swabbed her protruding nipple that stood up diamond-hard before his eyes. He decided that this was better than learning self-defense any day of the week.
Boy; he thought silently. Waitll I tell Ronnie about this! He wouldn't fink on her, of course, but it sure will be fun to see the look on his face when he tells him that he's had a real woman!
Chuck Evers casually lit his cigarette as he glanced out the corner of his eye at the sexy little girl that sat on the edge of his couch. Boy, he thought. Vm sure glad I got rid of that other chick before Shelly arrived! The thought of Shelly's aunt finding out about what he's been up to made the hair stand up on his skin. She'd have me put away for life!
"Aren't you going to offer me a cigarette?"
Shelly asked in a low sultry voice, hoping to impress him with her adult sophistication and poise.
"Oh, sure, honey," he replied, moving across the room to extend a cigarette and then struck a match to light it. He wondered nervously if the other girl had taken all her clothes and belongings as he watched Shelly's eyes roam around the room.
"Um, what can I do for you, Shelly?" he asked, breaking the deadening silence that engulfed them.
"Plenty," she said, smiling demurely into his puzzled face. "I saw everything this afternoon." She had decided to come right to the point since she knew she had him where she wanted him anyway.
"W-What do you mean?" Chuck puffed rapidly on his cigarette, hoping like hell that she was just bluffing.
"Don't you know that dicking little girls is a no-no?" she said simperingly.
Chuck Evers stubbed out his cigarette and strode across the room, plopping his huge frame down beside her on the couch.
"AU right, what do you want?" he said and sighed, wondering how much money the little bitch was going to stick him for.
"Your body," Shelly replied.
"That's all?" he asked incredulously.
"To do with as I want." Shelly crushed out her cigarette and leaned back against the couch, waiting for his reply.
"I'm yours, sweetie . . . where do I begin?"
"My asshole will do nicely for a start," she said and grinned, standing up and pulling on the snap of her hip-hugging jeans.
CHAPTER FIVE
"... and then, she sucked me off! Honest, Ronnie, you've got to believe me!" Barry insisted, his face pink with frustration from trying to convince his friend that what he was saying was all true.
"Oh, come on, Barry," Ronnie growled impatiently. "What woman would want to make it with a skinny little kid like you?"
"I-I can't tell you . . .she made me promise not to." Barry could see that no amount of pleading his case was going to make his friend believe a word he said. "Well, anyway, at least I know what it's like now and, let me tell you, it's really neat!" Barry gave up and just knowingly smirked at his buddy.
"Are you going to do it with her again?" Ronnie finally asked, breaking the tense silence that had come between them.
"Yeah, she told me to come over to her house next weekend ... on Saturday."
"Hhhhmmmm," was all Ronnie replied, thinking to himself that, if what his friend said was true, he'd sure like to get in on the action. "Come on, let's go out and practice some passes," he urged Barry, picking up the football and heading for the bedroom door.
"Okay, but you won't tell anybody what I've told you, will you?"
"Naw." Ronnie flipped the ball up in the air lightly as the two of them headed for the back yard. He was thinking he'd sure like to try some of those techniques that Barry was telling him about on that big-titted Eloise who helped the coach on the playground at school. Just the thought of her luscious-looking boobs made his cock bulge out against his tight pants. She was some chick!
"Shelly, you've been moping around the house all day," Janet complained, glancing over at the girl listlessly stroking her little poodle. "Why don't you find something to do." "There's nothing to do," she replied. What she really wanted to do was go over to Chuck's place and get it on again with him. Their session had been even more than she had expected. He was some man! And hung like a bull moose! The thought of him was making her twat itch with need, but he'd told her not to come over too often or it might draw suspicion from the neighbors.
"I think I'll just go in my room and read," she announced, picking up the poodle and heading out of the living room. Conrad, Janet's Doberman, sprang up from his place in the corner of the room and eagerly followed close at her heels.
Jesus, Janet thought, watching them leave the room. I hope she's not getting wind of my thing with Barry! The girl's moody disposition was making Janet highly nervous and she prayed that the child would find something to interest her ... and quick! I've got to keep her out of my hair so that she doesn't find out about us! Janet went back to the article she was reading in the magazine, shrugging her shoulders and hoping that the dogs would at least keep her company.
"Come on, Conrad, climb up on the bed!" Shelly encouraged, patting the bedspread insistently in an effort to get the big dog to jump up beside her. Her poodle crouched nervously on a pillow with her back flush against the headboard as she eyed the huge animal dubiously.
"Oh, for Christ's sake, you dumb mutt, get up here!" Shelly commanded impatiently, not knowing that the poor animal had been severly disciplined many times by Janet for sneaking into the extra room and sleeping on the bed. In desperation, Shelly slashed down the zipper of her jeans and kicked them off her feet, spreading her legs widely apart so that her cunt juices could be smelled by the reluctant dog. What the hell? she thought. Might as well get my kicks any way I can! Besides, she was bored.
The Do berman's nostrils began twitching excitedly as the aroma of her ripe sex fluids wafting through the air arrived at his super-sensitive muzzle. He leaped gracefully, in one huge bound, onto the satin bedspread, practically knocking off the little poodle who balanced precariously on the edge of the pillow.
"Good Conrad, good doggie!" Shelly crooned, reaching out and softly stroking the sleek black hair of the quivering dog. She grabbed the hulking animal by his wide collar and dragged him around until he was crouching between her legs. Her bikini panties were already sopped with the profuse, perfumey juices that gushed out of her hungry pussy. His muzzle quivered with excitement as he edged his long nose closer and closer to her crotch.
"Wait a minute, Conrad," Shelly instructed, pushing him away so that she could yank off her pants and really get down to business. She pulled up her knees and slid the pants off her legs and tossed them off the bed. "Okay, boy, now you can get in there and dig!"
The animal creeped up between her slender thighs and poked his wet black nose right against her lightly fuzzed cuntal furrow.
"Oh, wow, that tickles!" she said and giggled, jerking back slightly as the coldness of his sniffing nose sent a shock wave through her body.
The curly poodle peered down from her perch on the pillow, curious to see what was taking place, but too afraid of the aggressive Conrad to venture down on the bed beside him.
Shelly wrapped her muscular, tanned legs around the animal's neck, forcing his muzzle flush against her gaping slit. He whined excitedly as he lapped out at the puffy, wet cuntlips.with his long smooth tongue.
"Oooohhhhh, God, that feeeeels gooooood!" Shelly said and sighed, rubbing her legs heatedly along the side of the trembling dog's body. His ears flapped and twitched each time her jiggling thighs pressed against them, sending shivers of delight racing through her super-sensitive loins. Conrad began gobbling eagerly on the protruding bulges of her twat, accidentally brushing against her sheathed clit as he probed deeper and deeper into her narrow cavity.
"OOOOOHHHHH, SHIT, CONRAD! THAT'S TOOOO MUCH, TOOOOO FUCKING MUCH!!" Shelly moaned, hunching her hips off the bed so that the hungry dog could delve into the crack of her ass while he was at it.
God, what's happening to me? Shelly thought, feeling her clit growing to full erection from the animal's titillating tongue action. Getting my kicks from having a dog eat me out! What next?
The nerve endings of her engorged nubbin tingled with the mounting pressure of a slowly building orgasm. Her blood surged fiercely toward her pulsating pussy, filling her fuck-hole with hot, wild sensations and emptying her head of everything but a tremendous need to reach the peak of ecstasy.
"AAAAHHHHHH, COME ON, DOGGIE, LICK ME HARD! FASTER, OH, FASTER!" Shelly urged, pistoning her pelvis back and forth across the length of the animal's rapidly flickering tongue. He swabbed her thoroughly from the tip of her diamond-hard clit down to the rough, puckery skin around her butt hole. His doggie saliva mixed with her pungent juices, producing a strange aroma that the bug-eyed poodle sniffed at eagerly from the head of the bouncing bed.
"UUUUUNNNNN, OH, SWEET JESUS! I'M CCCUUUMMM . . . CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!! OH, YES, I AM!" Shelly hung onto the dog's collar to make sure the animal wouldn't back off from her heated thrashing around. He whimpered slightly as she pulled fiercely on it, trying to get him to zero in on her throbbing clit where the center of her agony/ecstasy lay vibrating like a steel guitar. Her cuntal fluid gushed out of her tight little twat and onto the dog's quivering muzzle in short, dynamic surges as she hit one earth-shaking climax after another.
"Oh, God, yes, that was terrific!" She said, releasing the male dog finally and allowing him to back off from her tight hold on his neck. She was still shuddering with the aftermath of her orgasms when the heated animal rose to its feet and she noticed that he had a gigantic hard-on. Hhhmmmm, she deliberated. I wonder what it would be like to get fucked by a dog?
Sitting upright on the bed, Shelly reached forward and grabbed onto the animal around the back of his front legs and dragged him to her. She thrust her legs apart and pulled up her knees so that her cunt was tilted at an angle and wide open for his twitching cock. Then, she pulled the heavy dog on top of her and spread his back haunches around her hips until his animal dick was right in line to slip easily into her already loosened and lubricated hole.
"Okay, Conrad, do your stuff!" Shelly crooned, hanging on for all she was worth as the jerking animal pushed his bloated, slimy rod slowly into her cum-coated pussy. As his pointed stabber pressed against her already excited clit, Shelly let out a low moan of desire as she felt the beginnings of yet another climax taking over.
"Shelly, I wonder if you could fit into this dress . . . oh, my God!" Janet's mouth dropped open as she stared at the humping pair on the bed. Her hand was frozen to the door knob, too shocked and amazed to even move an inch or say a word. She dropped the dress on the floor and turned around and slammed the door behind her.
Shelly pushed the confused dog away from her and kicked him off the edge of the bed where he landed on the floor with a thud.
"Shit!" was the only thing she could think of to say.
"Come, Ronnie, you've got to concentrate on what I'm trying to teach you!" Eloise reprimanded, becoming exasperated with the boy's lack of attention to her instructions. "You'll never make center if you don't get your calls straight!"
"Huh? Yeah, okay, let's try it again," he answered vaguely, crouching over in the receiving position and waiting for her to make the calls.
"Five, twenty-eight, sixty-nine, hike!" she yelled, shoving the football between her splayed legs where he snapped it fiercely from her grip. Ronnie pivoted around the girl and charged off across the field in mock expectation of being pursued by a hoard of angry opponents.
"Break your stride! Use evasive, unexpected movements!" Eloise screamed shrilly at the running boy. She decided that the kid just wasn't getting into it enough, so she loped out after him, determined to make this practice session as much like the real thing as possible. As she gradually caught up with the striding boy, she grunted disgustedly to herself when she noted the lackadaisical way he was holding onto the ball. Ill teach him a lesson hell never forget! she seethed silently, crouching down low and sneaking up behind him. With one swift movement, Eloise pounced fiercely on the unsuspecting boy, grabbing him around the hips and plunging him thunderously to the hard ground.
"Oh, shit!" Ronnie yelped, trying desperately to break his fall as he felt his legs being yanked out from under him.
"Gotcha!" Eloise shouted triumphantly, crashing down on top of him. Ronnie was raging with anger at the older girl's sneak surprise, so he rolled over onto his side and flung his elbow savagely into her jaw. Although he was younger and slightly smaller than she, he possessed more strength and quicker reflexes and his fierce blow brought tears to her eyes, causing her to release her hold on him and fall onto the grass.
"Jeez, Eloise, I'm sorry!" Ronnie puffed, seeing that he had made her cry. "But you scared me, coming at me like that!"
"Get away from me!" she moaned, rubbing her sore jaw gingerly.
"Ah, come on, I said I was sorry," he pouted, kneeling over her with genuine concern in his face.
"What do you think I am anyway, a boy?"
Eloise whimpered.
Ronnie bent closer to her sweat-shirted tits and stared intently at the jutting cones that heaved heavily beneath.
"No way, Eloise!" he breathed excitedly. "You look all girl to me!"
"Really?" She quit rubbing her jaw long enough to look up at the flushed, young face of the nervous boy. She'd never been paid a compliment by any boy before, even a young one. It made her feel kind of jittery and warm all over, especially when she inadvertently glanced down at his crotch and saw his penis bulging lewdly against the revealing fabric of his sweatpants.
"Yeah, I, uh, think that you're real s-sexy," he stammered, amazed at his. own boldness in approaching the older girl. Barry's little talk must have really gotten to me! he mused, sweating heavily from the erotic effect her pointy knockers were having on him.
"We'd better get back to work," Eloise said and sighed, raising up on her elbows and struggling to regain her equilibrium. Ronnie reached down and offered his hand to her, hoping to impress her with his'gallantry.
"Eloise?" he said hesitantly, pulling her up to her feet. "Could you teach me about girls?" She stared wide-eyed at him, unable to believe what she'd heard.
"What? I mean, what do you want me to teach you about girls?" she blurted out incredulously.
"You know . . . sex!" Ronnie said, a sense of desperation showing through his quivering voice.
"Wow, Ronnie, I don't know . . . that's kind of heavy," Eloise answered, wanting to help the boy out, but not at all sure she was up to teaching him things that she wasn't even sure of herself.
"Oh, come on, Eloise, I gotta know!" he wailed miserably, clutching onto her arm tightly. "And I promise I won't tell a soul about it!" He hoped that that would be the clincher in convincing her to demonstrate her skills.
"But, you're too young to get into that sort of stuff yet," Eloise countered, praying that would discourage him a little. She'd never even kissed a boy before and what she knew of sex could have been written on the palm of her hand.
"No, I'm not!" he answered defensively. "My friend Barry has already done it with a grown woman . . . and he's six months younger than me!" Eloise's mouth dropped open as a mental picture of skinny little Barry crossed her mind. She was afraid she was going to laugh right out loud at Ronnie's gullibility at believing his friend's obvious tall tale, but she decided to be tactful instead.
"Listen, Ronnie," she soothed, reaching up and brushing a stray strand of hair off his dirty face. "If this's so important to you, I'll see what I can do." She wondered silently just what it was she thought she could do in the way of instructing him in sex. Oh, well, she thought, Vll deal with that later.
Ronnie's face brightened up and he grabbed her exuberantly around the waist and lifted her into the air.
"Oh, boy! When do we start?" he bubbled, practically squeezing the breath out of her. Eloise panicked.
"Um, well, first you have to prove to me that what Barry said was true . . . and then I'll begin our first lesson," she answered nervously, thinking that that would hold him off indefinitely.
"Great!" Ronnie enthused, setting her back on the ground. "He said this Saturday that he and this lady would be getting together again, so all we have to do is follow him and sneak a peek!" His eyes glistened with excitement at the mere thought of watching Barry and the mystery woman in action.
"You mean spy on them?"
"Yeah, why not?" Ronnie questioned, grinning from ear to ear.
"What if we get caught?" Eloise had to admit that the idea appealed to her in many ways, not least of which was learning something herself!
"Come on, now, you promised!"
"All right, all right," she agreed, her vagina growing hot and moist as she anticipated their Peeping Tom adventure.
"Meet me at my house Saturday morning!" Ronnie yelled, charging off across the field to retrieve the football.
Christ, what am I getting into? she thought, following slowly behind him.
Janet moved rapidly around the rooms, desperately trying to get her house in order before Barry arrived for his lesson.
"Shit! That girl's such a slob!" she grumbled out loud, reaching down to retrieve a pair of dirty bikini pants that lay under the bed. "I hope she stays away until dinner time . . . forever as far as I'm concerned!" Janet muttered to herself.
Since the last episode between Shelly and Conrad, the two females had barely spoken to each other. The only thing that was making the summer endurable at all for Janet was the weekend interlude with Barry. Thank God I at least have that! she thought, swiping a rag across a dusty table. She finished up with her perfunctory cleaning job and hastily slipped out of her jeans, searching in her closet for something soft and sexy to put on.
"Hhhhmmmm, I wonder if that jumpsuit still fits?" she mused, pushing hangers aside until she came upon a thin silky number the color of a ripe plum. Janet stepped into it, hoping she'd lost enough weight to wear it again. She'd divested herself of all underwear and the feel of the cool, exquisitely soft material caressing her body sent chills up her spine. Surprise and delight registered on her face as she easily pulled the full-length zipper from her crotch to her neck with no trouble at all.
"Not bad!" she exclaimed, pivoting seductively before the ceiling-to-floor mirror. The outfit clung to her full voluptuous curves like a second skin, making her look thinner than she really was. Janet let out a sigh of approval and headed for the living room, wanting to put on some soft music before her anxious pupil arrived.
"Sssshhhh, here he comes!" Ronnie hissed, cautioning Eloise to crouch down more so that they wouldn't be seen by the unsuspecting boy that approached them. Ronnie and Eloise had surreptitiously ensconced themselves behind a big full shrub that grew in the empty lot next door to Barry's house early that morning. Eloise had been about ready to give up and go home when the small boy emerged from his front door and went jauntily whistling down the sidewalk, heading for his mysterious rendezvous.
"Come on!" Ronnie instructed, yanking the reluctant girl by the arm and dragging her to her feet. "We can't let him give us the slip!" Eloise felt like she was an accomplice in a second-rate spy movie, but her curiosity urged her on, holding onto the slim hope that maybe, just maybe, Barry had been telling the truth.
They crept from one hiding place to the next, ducking behind trees and parked cars every time it appeared that Barry was about to turn around or change direction. Eloise was becoming so nerved-up that she was getting a classic case of the giggles.
"Ronnie, this's getting ridiculous!" she said and laughed, the sweat beginning to pour down her temples from the increasing heat of the day and the exertion of their spy operation.
"Just hang on, I think he's almost there," he whispered, reluctant to give up his hopes, particularly since it would mean that Eloise wouldn't have to keep her promise to him. All week long he had masturbated in his bedroom with the thoughts of her luscious titties filling his mind and titillating his body. If Barry was lying to him, he vowed that he'd pound his ass good!
"Look, Ronnie, he's going up to a house!" Eloise said, jerking insistently on the boy's arm.
"Yeah, let's wait until he's inside and then we can sneak around to that side window and peek in." Ronnie's heart was beating wildly with renewed hope that his good oP buddy had really come through for him. They watched intently from their position behind a pick-up truck as the door opened and the figure of a large woman beckoned Barry to come in.
"Could you see her face?" Eloise asked Ronnie, dying of curiosity as to the identity of the mystery woman.
"Naw, but she did look kind of familiar ... I mean her body did," he murmured, searching his memory for a clue as to where he might have seen her before. The door closed behind Barry and the two partners in crime sprang from their hiding place behind the truck and cautiously picked their way across the lawn that was adjacent to the house.
"Shit, I hope nobody sees us sneaking around like this," Eloise tittered. "They'd call the cops for sure!" Ronnie just gave her a look of disgust and bravely led the way to the window that remained opened and unshuttered.
"Have you been practicing the techniques that you learned last week, Barry?" Janet inquired, uncertain as to whether she should keep up the pretense of a self-defense lesson or not. Barry was sprawled out on the couch, his short legs dangling over the edge as his eyes roamed over her luscious-looking body outlined in the tight jumpsuit.
"No ... I didn't think it was important any more," he stated flatly. His little pecker rose steadily upward, the blood pounding heatedly through his loins as each movement of her broad swaying hips brought her closer to him from across the room.
"Then what is important?" she asked seductively, her soft, full lips parting slightly into a smile.
"I, uh, want to know more about. ..." Barry left his sentence hanging in mid-air, too aroused by the sight of her curly, matted pubic hair pressing against the thin revealing tightness of her crotch to say any more.
"About sex?" Janet offered, bringing her pelvis up level with his viewpoint from the couch. She stood in front of him, hands on hips, tits jutting proudly out in a gesture of supreme provocativeness.
"Yes!" he gasped, holding his breath as he saw her hands run slowly over the bulging curves of her ponderous breasts, making the nipples rise up to a hard point beneath the silky cloth.
"All right, my little love, mama'll teach you all she knows . . . and very slowly," Janet purred, her fingers fluttering to her throat and grasping the tab of the zipper.
"G-Gosh!" Ronnie husked, gripping onto the window ledge and peering excitedly into the room. He couldn't see Barry because the back of the couch hid him from view, but the sight of Janet's voluptuous profile silhouetted on the light walls of the dimly lit room was driving him crazy.
"Let me see . . . move over!" Eloise insisted. She'd been too jittery about the possibility of the neighbors seeing them to bother even looking in the window until now. She shoved him over and pushed her way closer to the dirt-streaked pane. She still couldn't quite make out the woman's features, but there was something about her that convinced Eloise that they had met before.
"She's going to take her clothes off!" Ronnie rasped, pressing his nose against the glass and causing it to fog over from his hot breath.
"Yeah," Eloise mumbled, instinctively rubbing her thighs together as she glued her eyes to the erotic scene unfolding before her. The two of them fell into a deep, tense silence as they witnessed the slow unveiling of Janet's full-blown, mature form. A bomb could have exploded behind them and they wouldn't have noticed.
Janet slowly, teasingly inched the zipper down the front of the skin-tight jumpsuit, squirming ever so slightly so that the two sides of the fine fabric spread apart, revealing the scintillating whiteness of her flesh beneath.
"Ooooooohhhhh, hurry!" Barry pleaded, his cock bulging excitedly against the hot, heavy tightness of his crotch-squeezing Levi's.
"No way, honey," she simpered, stopping her progress halfway down her cleavage. She peered down at the restless, impassioned boy with a tremendous feeling of power and control. God, Vm such a dirty old lady! she thought wickedly. But, Vm going to make this child scream for mercy by the time Vm through with him! She chortled silently to herself and then continued with her strip tease, wiggling her broad hips as she worked the zipper on down.
"I can't see," Ronnie complained, wanting frantically to be able to see every detail of this provocative lady's body. There was a big dirt smudge right where he could have gotten the best view, and it was frustrating the hell out of him.
"Here, kneel in front of me," Eloise breathed, backing off from her spot and urging him to move in in front of her. She was taller and could see over his head, and what she was seeing was causing her to shudder and tremble all over. Ronnie replaced her and leaned eagerly forward, anxious not to miss a second of the titillating action. Eloise pressed heavily against the boy's back, her bra-encased tits grinding hotly into his broad back while she clung onto his shoulders for support.
"Oooooohhhhhh," Ronnie moaned lowly, working his back muscles against her tits. He didn't know which was more exciting . . . what he was seeing or what he was feeling. Eloise's hot breath blew down the back of his neck, sending chills of desire racing through him as they both watched Janet peel off her jumpsuit, letting it slide slowly to the floor.
CHAPTER SIX
"Jeez, you sure look sexy!" Barry said, his small voice quaking with emotion. Janet stood in front of him with her meaty thighs spread slightly apart and threading her fingers through her fluffy haired mound of venus. Her gigantic boobs were squeezed tightly between her two arms, making her cleavage look three feet deep, bulging the taut cones out like inflated balloons. She bent forward a bit and slithered her index finger slowly down her cuntal furrow, thrusting her pelvis forward so that Barry could get a good look at the cherry-red lips that peeked out of the wet, shaggy pubic hair. Janet smiled seductively as she noted the child's eyes practically bugging out of his head as he stared hypnotically at her erotic, lewd gestures calculated to drive him to the wall with desire.
"Have you ever seen a clit up close?" Janet asked huskily. The mesmerized boy just shook his head in reply, too turned on to even speak any more. Janet carefully spread her cuntlips, bending her knees slightly forward. She probed apart the smaller, inner vaginal lips and felt with her finger for the sheathed nubbin. Immediately a shock wave zinged through her pussy, letting her know that she had hit her target. "Move in closer," she breathed, twanging the hot, sensitive button repeatedly with her vibrating digit.
Barry slid off his sprawled-out position on the sofa and knelt down in front of the towering woman, the strong, pungent smell of her excited pussy assailing his nostrils and causing them to twitch with a growing hunger to eat her out. Janet was rocking back and forth on her heels, her teeth clenched in savage effort to keep from cumming right then. She wanted to show him what it looked like as it grew and grew before his very eyes.
"Closer!" she grunted fiercely, seeing him hesitate half-a-foot from her twat. Barry stumbled the rest of the way on his knees, grabbing onto her quivering thighs, and finally, poking his freckled face right up against her throbbing nubbin.
"Ooooouuuuuu," he exclaimed, marveling at the tiny, penis-like clit that glistened from the thick coating of pussy juices that gurgled out her twat. Janet's finger was caressing and stroking the vibrating organ, coaxing the pearly button out of its thin sheath and making it grow hard and long for the child's entertainment.
"A-A-AAAAAHHHHH, OOOOOHHHHHH, YES! MMMMMMMMMM!" she moaned, feeling the hot stabs of painful pleasure shoot through her trembling body each time she made contact with the super-sensitive tip. "OH, GOD! OH, GOD! OOOOOHHHHH, MY GOOOOOOD!" Janet yanked her head from side to side, pistoning her broad pelvis frantically against her delving digit as the intensity of a blinding orgasm ripped through her.
Barry watched in awe and amazement as the older woman gyrated above him. Her dark sheath was gushing volley after volley of thick, sticky cum juice out her pulsating hole and down her thighs. The profusely running fluids trickled in little streams along the inner sides of her legs and dripped in long thick drops onto his denim-covered thighs below. By the time she had finished cumming, Barry's pants were coated with the thick white cunt stuff.
"Wow!" he shuddered, taking a long deep breath after having been witness to such a profoundly exciting demonstration.
"Did you like it?" Janet panted, craning her head forward and grinning at him through passion-glazed eyes.
"Oh, yeah," he said and sighed, trembling visibly from the mind-blowing sight. She reached down and helped him to his feet, cupping him under the armpits and crushing his frail body tightly against hers. His face was being smothered by the density of her hot tits, but he didn't complain. He was too weak with passion to even move a muscle as he let her lift him off his feet and carry him in her arms to the couch. Barry felt kind of dumb being carried like a baby, but at this point it didn't seem to matter what he thought. . . she was obviously in command.
"Gaaaaahhhhhddddd!" Eloise moaned, rubbing her tits hotly against Ronnie's shivering back. "I wish I was in there," she husked, slipping her arms around the boy's sides and excitedly stroking her hands up and down the length of his chest. They hadn't uttered a sound to each other as they watched the exotic demonstration from their outpost at the window. But the titillating sight had served to work them both up to a fever pitch of trembling need that overcame any previous inhibitions that they might have had.
Ronnie's cock was gouging painfully against the metal zipper of his denim jeans and he longed to release it from its tight confines and let it all hang out. His underwear was choking him to death from cloistering his heavy, full nuts closely against his groin. Before he could work up the nerve to reach down and secretly unleash his zipper, Eloise did it for him. He watched in amazement as the ordinarily shy girl slithered her hands down his belly and groped clumsily at the fly of his pants.
Wow! This is too fucking much! he thought excitedly, bracing himself stiffly as she struggled mightily to undo the recalcitrant snap of his denims. He prayed silently that the damn snap wouldn't stick like it usually does and discourage her from going any further.
"Damn!" Eloise seethed, clawing in frustration at his waistband. Then, suddenly the snap popped open and she hastily slashed down the zipper in one smooth motion. "Thank God!" she whispered in relief, running the palms of her hands heatedly over his throbbing organ that protruded stiffly out from beneath his cotton Jockey shorts.
Ronnie couldn't stand it any longer. He reached down and slipped his hand inside the slit of his undershorts and pulled out his bloated, blood-engorged cock, shoving it hotly into her hands.
"Here!" he croaked, his changing voice cracking shrilly at the end of the word from the nervous tension he felt. Eloise's hands wrapped themselves firmly around his pulsating shaft, gingerly running her fingers along the thick veins that bulged throbbingly out from the sides.
"I-I've never felt one before," she confessed, the sweat from her palms rubbing onto his open-pored dick and making it sting bitingly from the salt. Her whole body was hunkered tightly around his back and sides and as she stretched forward in order to stroke his uncircumcised prick, he could feel her heart beating wildly in her tits that pressed against his back.
"UUUUUUNNNNNN, OH, ELOISE! THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOOOOD!" he said, spreading his knees apart so that she could reach down to the root of his vibrating organ. She was resting her chin on top of his shoulder with her wet, full lips brushing enticingly against the lobe of his ear. Her hot, moist breath was coming in short, hard gasps as the exquisite sensation of his quaking meat shuddering in her clutching fingers filled her virginal cunt with strange wild urges.
"Oh, Ronnie, please!" Eloise murmured pleadingly in his ear. "I want to suck you, lick you, eat you!" Her voice quivered with passionate need as she glanced up and saw Janet drop to the couch and disappear from their view.
"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" he echoed, fighting to contain his .hot young juices that threatened to boil right up and out the end of his sheathed cockhead. Eloise released her hold on his bobbing penis and backed off until she was laying under the dark shadow of the immense Juniper tree that grew alond the corner of the house.
Ronnie turned around and crawled off behind her, anxious to get situated in a place less likely to be seen by spying neighbors. He fought his way through the prickly, overhanging branches of the tree and scooched in beside her. She'd already flung her sweatshirt off and was struggling impatiently with the clasp that held her bra together. Her cones jutted out like two watermelons ripe for plucking as she stretched her arms back and tugged fiercely at the clasp.
"You have beautiful tits!" Ronnie husked admiringly. He couldn't resist the temptation to reach out and stroke the bra-encased knockers that jiggled so invitingly in front of him. "Oh, gosh, they're so soft! So unbelievably soft!" His grubby fingers pressed gingerly into the sm'ooth, taut flesh, shaking perceptibly at their first touch of glorious, exciting female breasts.
Eloise finally released the clasp and shrugged her shoulders forward, slipping quickly out of the tight hammock. Her young passion-flushed boobs pointing directly at Ronnie's quivering lips caused the saliva in his mouth to increase so much that he had to slurp it back to keep from drooling like an idiot.
"Would you like to nibble on these for a while?" Eloise asked, cupping her firm rounded titties in her hands. She offered them up to the ecstatic boy, squeezing them lightly together so that the distended, cherry-pink nipples looked like two stop lights glowing in the darkness under the tree.
"Yes! Oh, God, yes!" he gasped, leaning forward and tentatively stroking the quivering, bare flesh of her cones. Her entire body shuddered violently from the mere touch of his hot sweaty hands gently caressing the fine silken texture of her maiden flesh. Ronnie opened his mouth and puckered up like he was about ready to whistle a tune and plunged ahead, globbing onto the hard rubbery bud with eager, boyish enthusiasm. He sucked in the entire areola and began avidly nursing on the tender, sensitive nubbin, making loud smacking sounds like a hungry infant at his mother's breast. His hands wrapped around the heavy undercupping of her boobs and kneaded them heatedly as his tongue flickered rapidly across the diamond-hard rosebud.
"Oooooohhhhhh," she moaned, shivering from the exquisite action of his suctioning, gnawing lips. She reached forward and latched onto his jerking rod, shoving back the taut foreskin and revealing the glistening, purplish head of his pulsating organ. Pre-coital juices oozed out the enlarged hole, tempting her with its vibrating response to her touch to taste the sweet fluids that lay sparkling on the tip of it.
"Take off all your clothes, Ronnie," she whispered, pushing the boy away from her tit. "I've got to have you in my mouth, now!"
Ronnie looked dazedly into her agonized face, so engrossed in his boob sucking that he couldn't comprehend her at first. Eloise was quickly divesting herself of her jeans and working rapidly on peeling off her plain white underpants, the intensity of her need causing her to rip them slightly as she yanked them down the sides of her slender hips. He finally got the message and began pulling off his cotton shorts, flinging them under the tree with his jeans and working on the buttons of his sports shirt. One of the buttons popped off from the ferocity of his struggle to get naked.
"E-Ellloooiiiiissssseeeee! You've got hair!" he exclaimed, gesturing toward her snatch that was sparsely covered with fuzzy golden-brown hairs. His own pubic area was bald as a billiard and he looked down at it feeling awkward and inadequate in front of the older girl.
"Yeah, not much though," she agreed, grinning slightly at his innocent amazement. "I like those sweet pink balls of yours .. . they're so round and soft looking!" Eloise sighed, hoping that that would ease his embarrassment a little. She reached down between hisdegs and lovingly scooped his bloated nuts into her shaking hands, rolling them gently between her long slender fingers.
"A-A-AAAAAAHHHHHH! OOOOOHHHHHH, GOSH!" Ronnie could feel the pressure of his tightly packed sperm straining against his wrinkled sac, forcing his gonads up into his body cavity. He thought he was going to explode in her hand if she kept it up much longer.
"Come on, lay on top of me!" Eloise instructed, impatiently dropping her hands from his balls and pulling the excited child around so that he was facing her throbbing pussy. She forced his knees apart and shoved them to either side of her hips, bringing his ass flush up against her face. Then she gently pushed on the small of his back, urging him down toward the center of her need.
Ronnie zeroed in on her curly haired pussy, trying to remember what Barry had told him about eating cunt. He stuck his fat, pink tongue out and plunged into her cuntal slit, lapping at the hot bulging curves of her puffy lips with unrestrained delight.
As soon as his tongue made contact with her blood-engorged twat, Eloise arched her spine in rigid, shuddering response to his titillating touch. Her own tongue lashed out at the first spot available to her view ... his asshole. Sharply curling her tongue together so that it formed a blood-red point, Eloise dived into his puckery anus, gouging at the fetid-smelling orifice with all the enthusiasm and energy she possessed. He clenched his buttocks together in instant reaction to her surprise attack on his bung-hole, practically crushing her slurping tongue from the fierce pressure of his strong butt muscles.
"Uuuummmmpppphhhh!" she protested, waggling her tongue frantically in the hopes that he would release his grip on it. Ronnie relaxed his muscles and gave himself over to her stimulating mouth action. Eloise worked her way down past his asshole to his perineum, stopping to swab it thoroughly before going on to his dangling nuts. Ronnie explored the soft, wet confines of her dark, mysterious pussy, wondering anxiously where that special button was that Barry had described so rapturously to him. Sandwiched together like two sardines in a can, the youngsters discovered the tremendous, mind-blowing joys of sex in a way that no book could ever teach. Like two children of nature, they lay sweating and groping under the shadow of the huge Juniper tree, not giving a damn any longer what was taking place inside the house. As Ronnie filled his mouth with delicious, juicy pussy meat, he flashed on his friend Barry, deciding that he was right after all . . . eating cunt was better than playing football any day of the week!
"Do you have to leave so soon?" Chuck Evers asked, feeling a surge of renewed cum building up in his growing stalk.
"Yeah, that bitchy aunt of mine's been hasseling the shit out of me lately," she said and sighed, rolling onto her side and facing the disappointed expression on the older man's face. Shelly reached out and stroked the heavy black stubble that grew along his jaw line, relishing the prickly feeling it made on her soft palm.
They had just finished off a wildly strenuous session of uninhibited fucking and both of their bodies were saturated with streaks of smelly sweat and acrid cum juice. The sheets on the bed were crumpled and stained and the huge pillows that they'd used to prop her up at various and interesting angles lay tossed in a corner of the room. It looked like a cyclone had come crashing through Chuck's bedroom and, in a sense, it had. Shelly had never experienced such a satisfying romp before in her life. Their first episode a week ago paled in comparison to the two-hour sex fantasy that they had just completed.
"What's she been hasseling you about?" he questioned, reaching over to the nightstand and retrieving the last cigarette from his pack. "Want to share this?"
"Yeah. She caught me dicking the dog and it blew her mind, so now she isn't speaking to me," Shelly said, casually puffing on the cigarette that he handed her.
"You were fucking the dog!" He stared at the small girl in amazement, trying to picture in his mind what the scene must have looked like to her spinster aunt.
"Uh huh," she replied, grinning over at him through a haze of smoke. "Are you shocked?"
"A little, but why the dog? You could've come over here, you know." He took the cigarette from her, his hand shaking slightly from the titillating thoughts that raced through his brain.
"Because he was there and you weren't," she stated flatly. Shelly could see that the grown man was really getting turned on by what she was telling him, and that pleased her immensely.
"Do you do that sort of thing often?" he ventured, stubbing out the butt and turning around to cradle her smooth, soft body against his hard chest.
"No, but I'll try anything once," she said, her voice sounding slightly muffled as she pressed her wet, full lips on his hairy nipples.
"I believe that!" he said and chuckled, stroking her long fine hair that fell in strands down her curvaceous back.
"I've got to go," Shelly restated, wiggling her slender form enticingly against his bulging, jerking cock.
"Just one more time," Chuck pleaded huskily, sliding his large, rough hands down her spine and resting them gently on her tight, round ass, his fingers excitedly pulling apart the sweet orbs and probing deeply for her puckered shit hole.
"One more time," she said and sighed, arching her ass up against his fingers, eager to feel his thick, long digit slithering up her bung-hole.
Janet slid her cum-slick snatch slowly down the length of Barry's throbbing knob, clenching her cuntal muscles dynamically in and out as she inched her way toward the root of his stalk. One hand was braced against the back of the couch for support and the other one was stretched out behind her, groping under her ass and tenderly fondling the boy's shriveled scrotum. She balanced precariously on her knees on the length of the narrow sofa, trying not to slip off the edge as she rocked her broad pelvis back and forth over his small rigid pecker.
"U-U-UUUUUUNNNNNN! OOOOOHHHHHH, JEEEEEEEEZ!!" he wailed. The child's trembling body was being ground into the cushions of the sofa with each powerful thrust of Janet's voracious pussy. His head whipped ecstatically from one side to the other as the squeezing action of her gripping sheath sent ripples of blinding passion zinging through every nerve of his being.
"I-I CAN'T TAKE IT! YOU'RE KIIILLLIIINNNGGG MEEEEE!" Janet bared her teeth in satisfaction as she watched the pathetic boy's face screw up in a grimace of unremitting agony/ecstasy.
"MMMMMMMMMM GOOOOOD! GOOOOOD!!" she triumphed, slowing up her tempo so that the torturous build-up would subside just enough to let him catch his breath so that she could start all over again.
"Oh, please, Mrs. Stanner . . . you've got to stop, you've just got to stop!" Barry pleaded, choking for a breath of air. She'd made him cum half-a-dozen times already and, although he was sure there was nothing more that he could possibly shoot out, she kept demanding more from him. His prick and balls were so super-sensitive by this time that each stroke of her cunt and each touch of her hand felt like a hot poker being thrust at his tender body.
"I'm not going to stop until I make you scream for mercy!" Janet wheezed, stabbing her ferocious twat savagely down on his raw cock. Her flabby, sweat-coated skin jiggled and bounced lewdly on top of him, causing him to grunt and moan as much from her weight as from her unremitting stimulation to his tired fuckpole.
"All right, all right, get it over with!" Barry whimpered. He weakly hunched his pelvis at her driving pussy, hoping that if he cooperated it would speed things up. She slammed down on him with all her might and then slowly, painfully pulled herself out, gripping his tube alternately in and out with her shimmering, pulsating vaginal muscles.
"UUUUUMMMMM! OOOOOHHHHH, CHILD! SWEET CHILD! MAMA LOVES TO FUCK HER BABY . . . MMMMMMM!" Janet was enveloped in a fog of animal passion as she pistoned her snatch hungrily in and out of the little boy's burning organ. Her finger probed into his hot, tight bung-hole and wiggled its way up his shit canal and she growled with delight at the effect it was having on the thrashing child who was coming dangerously close to hysteria.
"UN-UN-UUUU U'N N N N N ! NNNOOOOOWWWWW!!" Barry screamed, flinging his head back so that it bumped bruisingly against the wood on the arm of the couch. He could feel yet another surge of cum stream through his quaking rod and exploding out his tender cockhead. His whole body went into a spasm of uncontrollable tremors from the unbelievable, earth-shaking orgasm that ripped through him.
"AAAAAHHHHH! CCCCUUUUUMMMMM . . . CCCCUUUUMMMM TO MEEEEEE! SWEEEET BOY, SWEEEET LITTLE BOY!" Janet breathed, wrenching and twisting her quivering body around his spurting cock. She continued to pound and plummet him savagely, too caught up in her own agony/ecstasy to even notice that he had quit moving at all. Finally, she had exhausted her own enormous thirst for cum and slowly eased herself off of his thin, quiet frame. Janet looked down at his colorless face, noting his shallow breathing and the whites of his eyes that had rolled back in his head.
"My, God!" she exclaimed in a panic. "He's fainted!" She shoved her hands under his back and thighs and easily hefted him off the couch. Janet carried him gingerly into her bedroom, trailing a stream of cum juice on the rug everywhere she walked. She eased him onto the bed and hurried to the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom.
Christ, she thought, guiltily. I shouldn't have been so rough on the poor kid! Her eagerness to satiate her frustrated desires had caused her to forget the child's fragile constitution. Some kind of nurse I make! she thought, feeling really miserable for the way she had treated him. "I'll make it up to him some way," Janet vowed out loud, wringing out the wash cloth and moving toward the bed.
Shelly skipped up the sidewalk, coming down the street from the opposite side of the house where Ronnie and Eloise lay fucking under the protection of the Juniper tree. She loped up the steps and twisted the doorknob, letting herself quietly inside the dark living room. Hmmmmm, she mused silently. I guess Aunt Janet must be taking a nap.
She slipped down the hallway toward her bedroom, trying hard not to awaken her grouchy aunt. As she passed by Janet's closed bedroom door, she heard low, indistinct voices coming from within. Wow, my aunt must have somebody- in there with her! Shelly stopped short in her tracks and curiously pressed her ear to the door, hoping to tell by the sound of the other voice who it might be.
"Do you feel all right now, Barry?" Janet soothed, dabbing lightly on his forehead with the cool, wet cloth. The pale child was coming around slowly, his eyes gradually coming into focus and lips regaining some of their healthy, pink color.
"Yeah," he answered weakly. He stirred tentatively on the mattress testing out his body to see if he still could move it.
"I'm so sorry, my pet. I didn't mean to push you so hard." Janet lovingly stroked the cool-smoothness of his soft cheek, hoping the child would forgive her for her overenthusiasm.
"It's okay," he said and sighed, pushing himself up on his elbows. He was delighted to find out that he was still capable of using his muscles, even though they were extremely stiff and sore.
"Can I get you something to eat or drink?" Janet offered, helping him up to a sitting position.
"All right, how about some cookies and milk?" Barry brightened perceptibly at the offer of food. His stomach was growling hungrily after all the exercise he'd just been through. He was a typical growing boy.
"I'll be right back!" she assured him, turning and dropping the wash cloth in the bathroom sink and then heading for the door. As Janet yanked on the bedroom doorknob, Shelly came crashing through, stumbling to the floor and landing awkwardly on her knees.
"Well, what do you know!" Shelly exclaimed, smirking gleefully at the surprised child sitting in her aunt's bed. Barry made a futile attempt to pull the bedspread over his naked body, but all he succeeded in doing was to work up a nervous sweat from his acute humiliation.
"Shelly, what are you doing here!" Janet shouted indignantly. She hadn't expected the girl home for another couple hours and the shock of seeing her overcame her embarrassment at the awkward situation.
"I might ask him the same thing," Shelly said, pointing up from her spot on the floor to Barry's trembling form.
"Uh, he was mowing my lawn and the heat caused him to faint, so I took his clothes off and wet him down with a wash cloth," Janet fired back rapidly. She prayed that the girl would accept that lame excuse, but deep down inside she doubted it.
"Riiigghhhtttt!" Shelly drawled, grinning impishly from ear to ear. "And what else is new?" The arrogant girl rose to her feet and crossed the room to where Barry belatedly tried to cover himself up with his hands. Janet followed her actions with her eyes blazing with anger, wondering desperately what she was going to do with this impudent child. Shelly plopped herself down on the edge of the mattress and reached out to caress the naked skin of the cringing boy.
"When do we start round two, Auntie dear?" she husked, flinging her legs onto the bed and sidling slowly over to Barry, who hunkered there with a look of pure terror spreading across his freckled face.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eloise and Ronnie crept cautiously out from under the tree, the growing shadows of twilight cloaking them in a aura of mystery as they silently struggled to get into their clothes.
"Gosh, it's starting to get dark!" Ronnie whispered, pulling his dampened jeans up his legs. They both were covered with dirt and Juniper needles and they reeked of sex sweat and cum juice.
"My mother's going to kill me!" Eloise murmured. Stepping up her frantic pace to get dressed so that she could get home before dinner time. "We must've been under there for hours and hours!"
"Yeah ... it sure was neat!" Ronnie sighed, trying to button up his shirt and discovering the missing button.
When they had finished their dressing, they sneaked over to the window for one last peek, hoping to see the pair still at it. The room inside was dark and the music had quit playing. Not a sound could be heard from the apparently deserted house.
"I guess he went home," Ronnie croaked, rising to his feet and leading the way toward the sidewalk.
"Yeah, I wish we'd gotten a chance to see her face . . . hey, wait a minute!" Eloise exclaimed, coming to an abrupt halt. "We could read the name on the mailbox!" The girl looked up one end and there was nobody around to see her. Then she tiptoed to the front of the house and climbed the steps to the front door where the mailbox was hanging beside it. She squinted at the small, neatly printed letters then turned around and dashed back to Ronnie.
"You won't believe this!" she said breathlessly. She waited a few seconds in order to build up his curiosity and then she layed it on him. "She was Mrs. Stanner-you know, the school nurse!"
"Wow!" Ronnie thought about this for a while and then decided that it all fit together. Barry had been spending a lot of time lately in the nurse's office, supposedly because he'd been getting minor cuts and scratches during practice, but now, Ronnie knew the real reason.
"And that's why she sent me away when I got in that fight on the field ... so she could be alone with him and mess around!" He grinned triumphantly at his clever detective work. "Come on, we've got, to make tracks!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him as he strode briskly down the sidewalk.
"I think this calls for further investigation," Eloise muttered. The teenaged girl had just had her appetite whetted slightly with Ronnie and now that she'd gotten a taste of sex, she was anxious to add to her experience. Barry was smaller than Ronnie, but it was obvious that he must have something going for him if a grown woman was so hot for his cock. She wasn't sure how she was going to manage it, but if she kept her eyes open and her mouth shut, she was positive that the opportunity to fuck Barry would present itself.
"Yeah," she sighed softly.
"What?" Ronnie asked, looking over at her.
"Nuthin' . . . nuthin' at all."
The two boys trotted over to the long line of wooden benches and plopped heavily down on them, gasping and choking for air from their strenuous run around the football field. Coach Evers insisted that they all do five laps around the field every Monday morning in order to get back in shape from the weekend.
"Okay, Barry, you promised you'd tell me all about it," Ronnie puffed, fighting to catch his breath. He was dying to hear what had taken place between him and the big-titted nurse.
"Naw, I've changed my mind," Barry said, shaking his head and turning his face away from his eager friend. The abuse and humiliation that he had suffered in the hands of Shelly was something he definitely didn't want to repeat to his best buddy.
"Whaddu you mean? I've been waiting all weekend to hear this story!" Ronnie was getting pissed at his friend's moody withdrawal and was preparing to leave when Barry gripped him by the arm and yanked him back to the bench.
"The bitch used a dildo in my ass!" he growled, clenching his teeth savagely together as the memory of the pain came back to him.
"Who, the Nur ... I mean, the lady you went to see?" Ronnie asked, his face turning red with nervousness from having almost let her identity slip out.
"No, somebody else that showed up later on." Barry suddenly looked years older to his concerned friend as he watched him angrily work his jaws in and out with frustration. Barry had wanted to kill Shelly when she forced him to do that, but Janet calmed him down and promised him that they would find a way to get back at the cruel girl. I can hardly wait! he seethed silently.
"Where'd she get the dildo?" Ronnie asked, thinking it rather odd that a person would carry one around with them wherever they went.
"Oh, the lady had it in her house," he replied. "But she'd never used it before. It was just something she picked up as a joke."
"Some joke," Ronnie muttered, thinking of the pictures he'd seen of them in his father's dirty magazines. Ronnie was wondering who this person was that had arrived later on and did this thing to his friend when he caught a glance of Shelly out of the corner of his eye, walking toward them from across the field.
She was wearing a pair of bright pink hot pants and a halter top and, from the way she was wiggling her pert ass as she walked, he could tell that she knew she looked spectacular. Shelly undulated slowly across the field, her slender hips swaying seductively with each graceful stride of her long, tanned legs. Ronnie's knob was itching with desire to slide up into her pussy, which was revealingly outlined by the super-tight crotch of her pants.
"Hi, guys!" she cooed, sidling up in front of them. "What's happening?" Shelly stood directly in front of Ronnie, her hands on her hips and her slim legs spread slightly apart. Her mound of venus protruded excitingly against the tight fabric of her hotpants and enticingly centered in Ronnie's line of sight.
"Not much, Shelly. What've you been up to?"
Ronnie asked, breathlessly.
"Oh, I've been getting around," she said, giving him a coy wink and flashing a sinister grin in Barry's direction. Barry just glowered and swung his legs over the bench, turning his back to the taunting girl. "Listen, I've got to talk to the coach about something, so I'll see yuh later." She flipped
Ronnie a jaunty wave and strode off in the direction of Coach Evers, who was giving some directions to the players on the field.
"Wow, she's some piece of ass!" Ronnie said, admiringly, watching her walk away.
"Bitch!" Barry growled, getting up from the bench and jogging over to group of boys who were doing warming-up exercises.
Ronnie sat there alone for a few seconds, stunned by his friend's uncalled for remark about Shelly. J wonder if she could be the one he was talking about? he thought, trying to put together the pieces of information Barry gave him. Naw, she's only a kid. . . not more'n two years older than me! He shook his head and finally gave up trying to figure his strange friend out. As he run off in the direction of Coach Evers, he decided to pump him a little when he was in a better mood. It sounded to him like Barry was getting in with a pretty wild group. Be nice if he'd invite me to join them, he thought and grinned.
Janet gazed out the doorway of her nurse's office in just sort of a foggy trance as she racked her brain for some way to get even with her fucked-up niece. If there was just some way I could get the goods on her so that I could force her to behave herself! she ruminated. She was tempted to ship the girl home to her parents, but she didn't dare take the risk of Shelly spilling the beans about her and Barry. It would be just like her to spread it all over town and then deny that she ever said any thing. . . my career would be ruined, even if she couldn 't prove a thing!
Her eyes came back into focus as she noticed Shelly's bright pink hotpants gleaming in the sunlight on the football field. The girl was approaching Coach Evers as he bounced around from one boy to the next, throwing out orders like a general taking his troops to war.
"Hhhhmmmm," Janet said, out loud. "I wonder if he's the one she's been sneaking off to see in the evening?" She knew that the precocious child had something going on the side, because when she went to throw the girl's bikini underpants in the wash, she'd smelled the unmistakable odor of male semen permeated in the nylon fabric.
"Yes, of course!" she shouted excitedly. Janet suddenly recalled the details of the "rape" incident and knew immediately that Chuck had to be the man she was involved with. The girl obviously had a lech for older men.
"Well, that clinches it," Janet said and sighed, going back into the deserted office and lighting up a cigarette. She wasn't supposed to smoke while on duty, but her excitement at what she had just discovered made her throw caution to the wind. Now all I have to do is get Chuck on my side and together we can set that little bitch straight! Janet inhaled deeply on the cigarette, enjoying the acrid-tasting smoke that swirled down her throat. She flicked the ash into a paper cup and plopped her broad ass down on the edge of the cot.
"But how?" she muttered, out loud. She took another puff and smiled, knowing that she would come up with something . .. and that it was going to be a lot of fun!
Chuck Evers hung up the phone and walked across the room to the bar that was located in the corner. He poured himself a large jigger of bourbon and threw a couple of ice cubes in it, stirring the drink with his forefinger. The call had been from Janet Stanner who said she was coming over right away. Chuck shrugged his shoulders and took a long gulp of his drink, wondering what the hell she was up to now. He stretched out on the sofa and relaxed, deciding that the best policy was to let her make the first move.
He was still laying there on the couch lost in a reverie of his last encounter with Shelly when the doorbell rang. Chuck shook himself back into reality and bounced off the sofa, kicking over the emptied glass that was sitting on the floor beside him. He set it upright, scooping up the melting ice cubes and plunking them back into the glass, and then went to answer the door.
"Come on in, Mrs. Stanner," he beckoned, holding the door open as she crossed in front of him and moved toward the center of the dimly lit room.
"Call me Janet," she said, smiling seductively at the handsome man. She was wearing a form-fitting, low-cut dress that reached to the floor with a long split in it that slashed from the hemline to mid-thigh. Her hair was piled in soft curls on top of her head and she had splashed herself with a very expensive perfume that filled the air with its strong, heady aroma. She had decided to win him over to her side by approaching him where he was the most vulnerable. His male ego.
"Uh, could I offer you a drink?" Chuck moved to the bar to fix her drink. He was visibly shook by the amazing transformation that had taken place in this usually dowdy-looking woman.
"A Scotch and soda if you don't mind," she instructed him, sidling up behind him and marveling at the strong, broadness of his masculine shoulders. He's not so bad after all, she thought, feeling her pussy beginning to tingle with desire at the closeness of his rugged, firmly fleshed body.
He handed her the drink and gestured for her to take a seat on the couch. They sat down together at a cautious distance and he waited patiently for her to begin, watching her slowly sip on the potent Scotch and soda that he had concocted.
"Wow, this is pretty strong!" She giggled, taking another slurp on the mixture. "What are you trying to do, get me drunk?"
"If it'll help," he answered quietly, inching closer to her luscious-looking tits that bulged provocatively out the vee of her black velvet dress. Her perfume assailed his nostrils, making them flare excitedly from the devastating muskiness of her own body smell combined with its exotic aroma.
"Chuck," she began, placing her drink on the end table and turning around to look deeply into his dark brown eyes. "I've got to talk to you about something." Her hands were trembling slightly as she clasped them tightly in her lap, searching for a way to broach the subject of Shelly to him.
"Let's talk later, Janet," he whispered softly, reaching out and prying one of her hands out of her full lap and drawing her slowly toward him.
"We can't . . . it's important!" she protested weakly. Janet could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest as his strong arms wrapped themselves around her, enveloping her shuddering body in a tight embrace of masculine flesh.
"Oh, God, Janet," he said and sighed, running his hands slowly up and down the length of her back. "You feel so damn good!" His warm, moist breath blew titillatingly against the sensitive spot just below her earlobe.
"Ooooohhhhh, Chuck . . . you're driving me crazy!" Janet dug her fingernails deeply into his shoulder blades, racking them back and forth in a heated frenzy as her need for him became almost unbearable.
He slid his hands up her quivering back and pressed them firmly against the sides of her head, stroking her hair lovingly as he urged her forward. Slowly closing his eyes, his soft, warm lips made contact with hers, their mouths crushing bruisingly together as they kissed long and passionately.
"Mmmmmmmm." Janet groaned, feeling his tongue force apart her lips and delve into her wet, hot mouth. She lashed out with her own tongue, meeting his with fierce intensity as they flickered heatedly against each other. He swabbed the roof of her mouth with slow, sensual strokes then thrust his tongue deeply into her tight throat, practically touching her tonsils with his fluttering stabber.
"Jesus Christ, you turn me on!" Chuck husked, releasing his grip on her head and coming up for air.
"And here I thought you only had a lech for little girls," Janet said slyly, running her hands down the front of his chest.
"W-What?" Chuck backed off and glowered at her from beneath his thick, bushy eyebrows.
"Let's talk about it later," Janet breathed, echoing his earlier statement. She lightly caressed his firm, rock-hard stomach as she edged her way down to his throbbing cock that bulged invitingly out against the crotch of his pants.
"Yeah . . . later," he sighed, feeling her hand cupping over his painfully stiff organ. Chuck leaned back on the couch and let her massage his cock and balls, relishing the look of animal passion that was distorting her delicate features as she stroked and caressed him excitedly. When he felt like he couldn't stand it any longer, he reached out and hooked her around the waist, pulling her on top of him and smashing her big tits tightly against his chest.
"Uuummmmpppphhhh!" Janet grunted, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of her from his powerful swoop.
Chuck slithered his hands up the sides of her body and dived into the vee of her dress, grabbing the soft, fleshy mounds and kneading them feverishly with his strong fingers. Her whole body quaked with unremitting desire as he pulled the huge cones out of her bodice and craned his head down in order to suck the hard, distended nipples into his gaping mouth.
"Ooooohhhhh, yes!" Janet panted. She squeezed and pulled frantically on his jerking rod, clawing clumsily at the zipper of his pants. Chuck's suctioning mouth was making her nerve endings tingle with desire to have his big hard cock inside of her as she struggled heatedly to unleash him from his clothes.
"Get up for a minute," he husked, pushing her off of him and helping her to her feet. Chuck twirled her around and undid the hook and eye on the back of her dress, then slashed down the full length zipper, peeling away the soft fabric and sliding it over the sides of her shoulders and arms. Janet obediently stepped out of her outfit and kicked it casually off to the side. She stood there in her low-cut, black lace bra and matching panties, her alabaster skin contrasting startingly with the dark seductiveness of the lacey underwear.
"Come here, you adorable man!" she commanded passionately. Janet yanked Chuck by the front of his shirt and forced him to her. With quick, darting fingers, she divested him of his shirt and then attacked his pants, growling deeply in her throat like a sex-crazed maniac as she worked frantically to strip him naked. Her huge boobs quivered like jelly inside their tight, peek-a-boo hammocks as she shucked his pants down the sides of his hairy thighs and curled her fingers under the waist band of his Jockey shorts. In seconds she had him completely nude, his huge, bloated cock wavering enticingly in front of her smooth, round belly.
"Uuuuunnnnn, woman! Come to papa, sweet lady . . . come to papa!" Chuck put his hands on her broad, curvaceous hips and pulled her hard against him, grinding his blood-engorged knob hungrily against her thickly furred mound of venus. Janet wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and smashed her mouth hotly onto his, their lips clinging tightly together as their tongues united in a long, lasting French kiss. As they stood passionately clinging to each other, totally immersed in their breath-taking kiss, Chuck reached back and unclasped her bra, releasing her gorgeous tits from its tight confines and slipping the straps off her shoulders. He backed off slightly and pulled the lacey bra out from between them, throwing it onto the floor.
"Goddamn, you have fantastic breasts!" he breathed, admiring the way they sprang forward and jiggled when he freed them from their black-laced prison.
"Oh, Chuck, I've got to have you inside of me .. . NOW!" she begged. His quaking staff was gouging fiercely at damp crotch of her bikini panties, trying to force its way into her pulsating slit that was hidden by the super sheer fabric. She swirled her pelvis against his bobbing organ, drilling her diamond-hard nipples into his he-man chest, urging him to take her and screw her with all his might.
"Oooohhhh, shit, yes! Now, for Christ's sake, NOW!" He abruptly let go of her and savagely ripped her panties off her hips and down her legs, stopping to run a finger teasingly up and down the length of her wet cuntal furrow.
"UUUUUNNNNN, OH, MY GOD! H-H-HUUUURRRRRRYYYYY!" Janet wailed, hunching her hips forward and thrusting herself eagerly against his titillating finger. She kicked the pants off her feet then reached out and clutched tightly onto his massive shoulders, weaving perceptibly on her weak legs from the all-encompassing passion that surged through her.
Chuck lifted her up off the floor by grabbing under the overhanging cheeks of her ass and hoisting her up to his slim waist. She wrapped her large thighs around him and clung onto his neck for dear life as he edged backward, feeling for the seat of the couch with the back of his muscular calf. Squatting down heavily on the soft cushions, Chuck slid her pussy excitedly back and forth over his bulging fuckpole, lubricating his staff with the profuse juices that dripped out her protruding cuntlips.
"AAAAAHHHHH, YES! OOOOOHHHHHH, YES, YES!" he moaned loudly, gnashing his teeth together with agonized need.
"STICK IT IN! STICK IT IN! SWEET JESUS, STICK IT IIIINNNN!" Janet tossed her head crazily around, arching her neck and spine rigidly back in a heated effort to suck his throbbing organ into her gaping slit. Chuck wanted to torment her a little more, drive her to the verge of insanity before he gave her what she desired the most, but Janet couldn't stand it any longer. She thrust her hand between her splayed legs and latched fiercely onto his stiff rod. Peeling back the foreskin in one deft shove, she lined his organ up with her gushing twat and plunged it in, savagely jamming his huge cockhead right down to the opening of her womb.
"U-U-UUUUUNNNNN!! OOOOOHHHHHH, MAMA, PRETTY MAMA!!" Chuck felt her vaginal muscles gripping him along the length of his bloated fuckpole, gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing until he thought he would black out from the exquisite, mind-blowing cock massage. He felt like he had a vibrator working him over, teasing and kneading every inch of his raw-nerved meat.
"MMMMMM, THAT'S WHAT I WANTED! OH, YES, THAT'S IT!" Janet panted, pounding up and down on him, putting all the force and energy that she had into each delightful thrust to his body. Her quivering tits bounced against his face each time she pistoned forward, urging him to nibble on the delectably soft flesh that brushed his lips. Chuck lashed out with his flickering tongue and eagerly swabbed the protuberant nipples, suctioning them into his hot, wet orifice and gnawing on them hungrily. While his mouth busied itself with her delicious orbs, his hands slithered over her jiggling ass and delved into the crack. He gently pulled the cheeks apart and insinuated his forefinger slowly into her tight, puckery bung-hole.
"OOOOOUUUUU, YES, I LIKE THAT... HHHHHMMMMMM, YES!" Janet encouraged, lifting her butt up slightly so that he could jam his finger deeply into her shit canal. Once his finger had slid up past the knuckle, Janet plunged down on it, squirming and wiggling ecstatically as he flickered it rapidly inside the tight sheath. The combination of his flickering finger in her anus and his pulsating rod in her stuffed pussy was driving her right up the wall with earth-shaking, all-consuming passion as she felt the beginnings of a climax building steadily to a dynamic peak of pleasure.
"OH, GOD, JANET! I-I CAN'T HOLD OUT MUCH LONGER! I'M GOING TO C-C-CCCUUUMMM!!" Chuck yelled, arching his pelvis rigidly in the air as he felt his juices exploding from his tightly packed nuts and surging through his quaking stalk.
"CCCCUUUUMMMM! OOOHHHHH, CCCCCUUUUUMMMMM!" she urged, speeding up her tempo, digging her nails into his shoulder for support as she blurred in front of him. Her tits flopped lewdly up and down as the frantic woman strove to reach her own orgasm simultaneously with his. Suddenly she felt the blinding intensity that signaled the agony/ecstasy of an erupting climax as it ripped through her shaking body.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING! MY GOD, I'M CCCUUUMMMMMIIINNNGGG!!" she screamed. The throbbing walls of her gushing tube rippled up and down his spurting cock, absorbing the thick, viscuous fluid of his cum and mixing it with her own. His voluminous semen dribbled steadily out her raw, gaping hole as he continued to pump what seemed like gallons of the smelly stuff into her shimmering sheath;
"Oooooohhhhh, Christ, that felt grand!" Chuck shuddered, feeling the last of his jism drip out the head of his jerking knob. He relaxed his rigid torso and fell back in total exhaustion against the soft cushions of the couch.
"Mmmmmm, it sure did!" Janet puffed, falling on top of him heavily and resting her head on his panting chest. They lay quietly mashed together, enveloped in an aura of complete satisfaction that comes with a good fuck. When they had calmed down a bit and regained their breath, Janet craned her neck up and looked languidly into Chuck's half-closed eyes.
"Now, can we talk?" she asked huskily, teasingly blowing her warm breath onto the side of his neck.
"Sure, why not?" he replied, forcing himself up to a full sitting position and slowly pulling his flaccid cock out of her cum-slick pussy.
Janet stiffly raised her leg over his lap and brought it down beside the other one where she stretched them out and vigorously shook them to get the circulation going again. Then she reached over to her purse and retrieved her pack of cigarettes, lighting up two at one time and handing him one. After she had taken several long deep puffs, she turned and faced him, ready to lay out her plan to him now that she had gotten him in a more congenial frame of mind.
"About Shelly," she began, giving him a long, knowing smile. Chuck waited quietly for her to continue,- realizing that she held the upper hand and would be forced to do as she asked. But it didn't seem to matter any more.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Now, all you have to do is press this lever down and point the camera in the right direction, Barry," Chuck explained. He held the small movie camera in front of the boy and demonstrated the simplicity of its workings. It was a cheap camera that he had purchased in West Germany when he was in the army, but it would serve the purpose that he and Janet had in mind.
"But what if Shelly hears the noise it makes?" Barry asked, becoming increasingly more nervous as their devious plot to trap the conniving girl took shape. All the naive boy could think about was the outcome of those second-rate movies he had seen where the bad guys always got caught when they tried to blackmail the innocent heroine.
"I don't want to go to jail!" he blurted out, looking at Janet for reassurance that everything was going to be all right.
"Don't worry, honey," she soothed, coming up to him and enfolding him in her arms. "We're not going to harm her ... we just want to scare her into mending her ways a bit." Janet gave him a motherly smile and patted on'the back as she went back to the tape recorder that had just finished re-winding itself.
"Okay, it's ready to play back the conversation we just taped," she announced, pushing the start button as they gathered around her.
"She sells sea shells down by the sea shore," Barry's vpice came across loud and clear on the tape and they all chuckled delightedly at the funny way he sounded when he tried to hold his tongue and recite the verse at the same time.
"That's great!" Chuck enthused, surprised at the good quality of his cheap tape recorder. He'd bought it with the idea of taping some football plays on it, but had never gotten around to using it until now.
"Let's see, where should I hide it where it can pick up the sound without its being conspicuous?" he deliberated, looking around the bedroom for just the right spot.
"How about under the bed?" Janet suggested.
"Naw, the squeaking of the springs'll block the pick-up." Chuck moved around the circumference of the room, frowning with deep concentration as he sought to place the mike in the best possible location.
"I know, in the top of the lamp . . . here, next to the bed!" Barry exclaimed, pointing to the large lamp that stood on the nightstand.
"Yeah, why not? It's got a nice big lampshade to conceal it from anybody's view, and it'll pick up everything that's said!" Chuck very carefully wound the cord of the mike a couple of times around the frame .pn the inside of the lampshade and let the small mike dangle down slightly next to the bulb. He plugged the end of the cord into the adaptor on the side of the tape recorder and slid the machine in back and under the nightstand.
"There," he puffed, rising up from the floor with his face slightly flushed from the exertion. "Now, when I'm ready, I can just reach down to the bottom drawer and click it on, pretending that I'm getting out a pack of cigarettes." He reached into his shirt pocket and brought out a half-filled pack of smokes and tossed them into the drawer.
"You know, Chuck, you're really a very clever man," Janet purred, sliding up behind, him and wrapping her arms around his waist. Barry scowled at the two of them and turned to leave the room. He was getting pretty pissed at the way the older man had moved in on him, virtually ostracizing him from their cozy little duo.
"Wait, Barry!" Janet said, seeing the downtrodden child sulking toward the bedroom door. "Don't go, sweetie, let's all have a little warm-up session before Shelly arrives." Janet held out her hand and beckoned him to join them.
"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea!" Chuck agreed, clutching her tightly against him and edging toward the bed. The older man had never participated in a group grope before and the suggestion appealed to him immensely. Besides, he was very curious to find out what the attraction was between the young boy and the older woman. Maybe he can teach me something I don't already know? he thought. But then he decided that was ridiculous since there was nothing that a small boy could show him that he hadn't already tried himself.
Barry shyly shuffled back across the room to the king-sized bed where the two of them had already flopped down. The timid child looked down at them with a nervous smile on his face, wanting desperately to join them, but too embarrassed to jump in.
"Y-You s-sure you want me?" he stammered, watching the way Chuck was boldly stroking Janet's huge orbs as he nestled against her.
"Sure, love," Janet husked, rolling over and making room for the hesitant boy. "But we aren't going to wait all night for you to make up your mind," she added, turning her attentions back to Chuck's exquisite caresses to her quivering mounds.
Barry couldn't stand it any longer. With his little prick straining painfully against the crotch of his pants and his eyes soaking in the tantalizing sight of Chuck rapidly relieving Janet of her clothes, he knew that he had to become a part of the action. He kicked off his tennis shoes and rolled onto the bed, making it moan in protest as yet another body weighted down its springs.
"That's my boy!" Chuck applauded, in a comradely voice. He could see that the youngster was at odds with himself as to where to begin, so he decided to pretend expertise and direct him like he was a pro at this sort of thing.
"Now, why don't you take the front and I'll take the back . ,. then we can switch when we take a break." Barry nodded silently, a bit bewildered at the man's businesslike attitude.
"Right!" Janet said and laughed, sitting up and shrugging her bra off her shoulders. She threw the garment off the bed then scooched up to her knees and undid the zipper on the back of her long pants.
"And at half time I'll get up and do some cheers for the home team!" she said, tossing her head back and giggling delightedly at the absurd vision she had of her jouncing around on the bed with a couple of pom-poms in her hand . .. stark naked!
"Really, Chuck, you're too much! I think you've been spending too much time on the football field lately." Janet reached over and patted the inveterate coach on the cheek, making him break into an embarrassed smile as he realized how he must have sounded to them.
"Sorry about that, gang," he apologized bashfully. "I guess I did make it sound like I was calling a play."
"Yes, you did," Barry agreed, grinning broadly at the older man's discomfort. The tension had been broken by Janet's playful jibes and all three of them began to hurriedly shuck off their clothing, anxious to get down to the nitty-gritty now that everyone was in a good mood.
"By the way," Janet interjected, skinning her sheer nylon bikini panties down her legs. "Where did you tie up Conrad, Barry?"
"In the back yard, but I'll bring him in and shut him up in the bathroom before she arrives."
"Good, I wouldn't want her to see him here before the exact, right moment. It would spoil everything." Janet smiled as she thought about the surprise her smart-assed niece was in for.
If she thought that I would let her humiliate my sweet little Barry and get away with it. . . she's crazy! Janet seethed silently. That girl needs to be taught a lesson and Vm just the one that can teach her!
"Come on, you guys, snap it up!" Janet shouted gleefully. She pounced up and down on the bed, making the springs creak and moan loudly as she playfully urged them to finish with their undressing.
"I'm ready!" Chuck reported, grabbing her around one thigh and lunging toward it with his teeth bared, pretending like he was going to rip out a chunk of flesh.
"Help, help, there's a woman-eating madman after me!" she squealed, falling back onto Barry's fragile, naked body and clinging to him in feigned terror.
"Oh, let me save you, dear lady!" Barry boomed, trying to sound deep-voiced and gallant as he fell into the frolicking, free-for-all mood that she was creating.
"Ooooohhhhh, please do, you darling little boy!" she breathed, twisting her torso around and smothering him with delectable tit flesh. Barry wound his arms around her soft, smooth back and hugged her to him, tremendously pleased with the fact that she was showing him all the attention.
"Hey, what about me?" Chuck pouted, snuggling up behind her and curling his large frame tightly around her voluptuous body.
"Do what you like . .. I'm aching for some young cock-sucking right now," Janet murmured, slowly working her way down the taut surface of Barry's chest and belly. The boy flexed his pelvis eagerly against her heaving boobs as her mouth slithered caressingly over his solar plexus and down to his belly button, where she halted for a second to drill her fat, wet tongue into the fuzz-filled indentation.
"Mmmmmmmm," Barry sighed, running his fingers through her long thick hair that fell softly in strands on his chest.
"All right, I guess I'll just have to find something to amuse myself with," Chuck growled. His rod was stiff and throbbing with hot-blooded desire to stick it in a nice, tight hole. Chuck knew just the right hole to satisfy his needs.
Janet's mouth was eagerly sucking and licking every inch of Barry's naked pubic area, titillating his small, worm-like pecker to full erection before she took it into her suctioning cavity when she suddenly felt Chuck's tongue dart into her shit hole.
"Hhhhhmmmmm oh, yeah . . . nice, very nice!" she crooned. She wiggled her ass heatedly against his probing tongue, urging him to delve deeper into her shit-filled tube. Chuck grasped onto the firm, tight orbs and splayed them apart, drilling his tongue sharply past the puckery closure and wiggling it slowly up the fetid-smelling sheath.
Barry wrapped his slender legs around Janet's neck and lay back on the pillow, gripping the edge of the headboard for support as she enthusiastically gobbled on his gyrating cock. She had peeled back the foreskin and was swirling her flickering tongue around the bulging head, swabbing it slowly and tantalizingly as she held the quaking stalk firmly in her hand. With the other hand, Janet was delicately caressing his hairless scrotum, rolling the hard little nuts from one side to the other between her long slender fingers.
"A-A-AAAAAAHHHHHHH! OOOOOOHHHHHHH, BOY! THAT FEELS SO GOOOOOD!" Barry groaned. He jerked slightly as he felt her finger corkscrew up his asshole, scraping the sides of his tender poop tube with, her sharp fingernail. She laved his little pecker thoroughly, starting at the root of the stalk and slowly inching her way up to the head where she drilled hotly into his tiny pee-hole.
Chuck lifted his face from her anus and brought a finger to his mouth, spitting on it profusely. He reached down and rubbed the spittle on the end of his pulsating rod, peeling back the foreskin and lubricating the glans as well. With one hand firmly clasped around his cock and the other spreading her cheeks apart by pushing with the fingers, Chuck aimed, then jammed his fuckpole savagely into her bung-hole.
"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!" she yelled, practically biting off the end of Barry's dick as she jerked back with surprise. Her shit tube felt like it had been reamed out with a baseball bat as his huge, twitching rod gouged repeatedly in and out of it. Once he had broken past the tough resistence of her sphincter muscles and had lubricated her canal with his leaking pre-coital juices, Janet began to relax and enjoy the sensation immediately.
"Uuuuuuummmmmm," she cooed, going back to her cock-sucking with renewed vigor. Barry felt his tightly packed balls straining with explosive semen as she sucked them into her gnawing mouth along with his quivering organ. Janet suctioned in his genitals with such force that her plump cheeks caved in from the pressure. .
"OOOOOHHHHH! U-U-UUUUUNNNNN! I'M, OH' I'M GOING TO CCCCUUUUMMMMM!" Barry hung onto the headboard so tightly that his knuckles were turning white as he fought to keep from being bounced off the bed while she pumped on him. His bloated pecker jerked spasmodically as his sweet young juices shot out of it and spewed forcefully into her gulping throat. Janet squeezed down on his tender nuts with her lips, urging more and more of his delectable, crystal-clear fluids out of his spurting pee-hole.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH! HERE I CCCCUUUUMMMMMM!!" Chuck yelled, stiffening his rugged body as his voluminous jism rocketed out of his pistoning stalk. He clung frantically onto her jiggling breasts as he pounded ferociously into her clenching asshole, beating his huge, hairy balls heavily against her perineum.
"OH, GOD! OH, MY GOD! THAT WAS TERRIFIC!" Barry gasped, shaking his small head heatedly back and forth on the pillow. He felt his tingling balls being gradually released from Janet's voracious grip as the last of his jism trickled down her cum-coated throat. As she slowly slid her mouth away from his flaccid pecker, she tenderly swabbed the bright pink glans with long loving strokes of her slimy tongue, making sure not to leave one drop of the sweet liquid left on it.
"UUUUURRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!" Chuck growled, loudly, pulling his shit-stained cock out of her asshole and letting it flop onto the crack in her butt. "That sure was messy .. . but fun!" he panted, glancing down at the God-awful sight of his rod coated with equal parts of thick white cum and smelly brown shit.
"Mmmmm," I'll go along with that!" Janet rasped.
The three of them rolled onto their backs and lay quietly smashed together as they sought to recapture some of their depleted energy. After a few moments, Janet pushed herself up on her elbows and quickly shifted her body so that it was facing Chuck.
"Say, lover," she whispered, reaching out and tickling him under his chin. "Do we have time for a quick, family sandwich?"
"What? I mean, what kind of sandwich?" Chuck really didn't feel too hungry for food at the moment.
"Silly man, you know, two in one!" Janet smiled seductively at the confused man as she realized how naive he really was.
"Oh, yeah, sure, honey, we've got enough time," he mumbled, hoping like hell she'd take the initiative so that he wouldn't look too terribly inept.
"Well, then, what're we waiting for? Hop in!"
Chuck grinned impishly as he felt her grab onto his pussy-stabber and realized that it was already growing into full erection. For a middle-aged man, he felt he was doing all right! He lightly kneaded her spongy orbs, leaning down to cup them up in his hands and teasingly nibble on the rock-hard rosebuds that quivered on, the ends. While he sucked, she stroked, and shortly, they were both roaring to get it on again.
"What do I do?" Barry asked, feeling very left out as the two of them groped heatedly at each other.
"Stick your dick in her ass!" Chuck husked. He was gripping his quaking knob and lining it up with her sopping twat... he didn't have time to stop and give the boy instructions.
"Right," Barry muttered, looking down dubiously at Janet's dimpled butt and wondering if he could manage it. The idea of putting his pecker inside her shit hole sort of fascinated and nauseated him at the same time. Oh, well, he thought, pumping his wrinkled organ vigorously.
There's a first time for everything! I just hope she doesn't shit on me!
"Aaaaaahhhhh, such a nice, fat fuckpole you've got there!" Janet whispered, thrusting her pudendum eagerly at his plunging rod. Chuck grunted like an animal in rut as he shoved his he-man sized stabber down to the very bottom of her throbbing pussy.
"Ooooouuuuu, easy, honey! You're going to rip me apart with that cunt-killer of yours if you're not careful!"
"Sorry, big mama... it just feels so fucking goooood!" he said and groaned. Chuck eased off a bit, pistbning his prick in and out of her cunt with short, gentle jabs before he plummeted down into the depths of her again.
While Chuck steadily worked Janet up to a frenzied pitch of emotion, Barry worked on getting his knob stiff enough to stick it in her raw-looking anus. He stroked and pulled at his shriveled member until he had gotten it to a satisfactory state of erection, then.he reached down and parted her cum-slick mounds with the back of his hands. Once he located the puckery orifice, Barry poked his bobbing organ gingerly at it, hesitating doubtfully when he spied the remnants of brown shit that surrounded the hole.
"Well, here goes!" the boy announced loudly. straining to push his little dong into the cruddy looking closure. Janet and Chuck were too preoccupied to acknowledge his assault on her asshole, so he blithely plunged ahead, grimacing slightly as his sheathed cockhead squeezed its way through the painfully tight sphincter muscles.
"Wow, that really hurts!" he grunted. His teeth were grinding together in an effort to overcome the discomfort of having his raw-nerved prick crushed by her claustrophobic shit canal. As soon as he pushed; past her sphincters, he was able to take a deep breath and relax a little. The rest was easy. Barry slowly slid the remainder of his short pecker right up to the root, clenching his butt muscles so that his cock jerked spasmodically inside her tube.
"Hhhhmmmm, not bad! Not bad at all!" he conceded, wiggling his torso around in boyish enthusiasm as he decided that he really did like the feeling after all.
Janet came up for a breath of fresh air after having indulged in a long, suffocating French kiss with Chuck. She had hardly even noticed Barry's little knob pistoning in and out of her a-hole until now, since the sensation of Chuck's gigantic jabber plumbing her depths made poor Barry's pale in comparison. But, now that she had stopped to take notice, Janet purred softly to herself, dreamily relishing the effect of two males fucking her at the same time.
"What a lucky woman I am," she said and sighed, reaching in back of her and patting Barry on the chest. "To have two guys working me over at both ends and meeting in the middle!"
"Yeah, that's one of the advantages of being a female," Chuck said, hunching his organ heavily into her and feeling Barry's little rod bouncing against the thin membrane that divided the two cavities.
"Hey, you know, I can feel you . . . Chuck!" Barry said in amazement. As soon as he uttered the words, his face turned red with embarrassment as the thought of feeling another man's cock so close to his own caused him to tense up with nervousness. "I-I mean ... I can almost feel you . . . that is. ..."
"I know what you mean, kid," Chuck interrupted, pulling out slightly and peering over Janet's shoulder at the stammering boy. "It's all right, Barry, there's nothing to worry about. We're all friends here," he assured him, plunging his cock back into her cunt with full force.
"Okay," Barry said shyly, breathing a sigh of relief.
"Come on, you two, step it up!" Janet demanded, impatiently. She was just beginning to climb toward the peak of a mind-blowing orgasm when the two males had decided to carry on the conversation.
"You're frustrating the hell out of me!" Janet smashed her ass fiercely against Barry's cock and then pivoted her cunt forward onto Chuck's blood-engorged rod, urging them both to get back to the business at hand.
"All right, Barry, let's show this horny wench a thing or two!" Chuck commanded, shoving his fuckpole savagely down her slippery sheath and habanging the cockhead hard against her womb opening.
"Don't worry," Barry assured her, breathlessly. "Nobody ever died from fucking!" Chuck let out a hoot of approval at Barry's witty remark and reached around Janet and heartily patted him on the arm.
"That's my boy!" he roared, pounding enthusiastically on the child's skinny forearm. "Grab onto my arm and we'll get her in a vise grip . . . that'll keep her quiet for a while!" Barry obediently clutched onto the man's hairy, muscular arm and held tightly as the two of them pulled themselves toward each other, trapping her clam-like between them.
"Uuuugggghhhhh ... I can't breeeeaaathe!" Janet moaned, frantically trying to wiggle her way out of their strong, suctioning hold. Without any more communication between them, the two males instinctively began pistoning their rods into her in unison, neither one missing a stroke as they met together in the middle, their cockheads pounding brutally into each other at the membraneous wall.
"OOOOHHHHH, JESUS CHRIST! I CAN'T STAAAANNNNDDD IT! IT'S TOO MUCH . . . JUST TOO FUCKING MUUUUCH!" Janet yelled, racking her sharp fingernails frenziedly against Chuck's hot, moist chest. Her clitoris twanged from the vibrations of their heated action, making her feel like she would pass out from the pleasure/pain of their constant stimulation to her uro-genital cavities.
"U-U-UUUUUNNNNN! JEEEEZ . . . I-I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN HOLD OOOOUUUUUTTTTT!!" Barry wailed, sensing the imminent explosion of his tightly packed jism. He clutched frantically onto the pillow, weaving the pillowcase fabric nervously between his fingers in a pathetic effort to delay the inevitable. Being a youngster and an inexperienced one at that, he didn't possess the control or finesse that Chuck did, but he wanted desperately to cum at the same time as the coach.
"Hang in there, kid!" Chuck encouraged. The older man had a lot of staying power and was silently reveling in the fact that he could keep up with and even outlast the teeny-bopper.
"OooooOOOOOHHHHH!" Janet shrieked, bashing herself ecstatically back and forth against the rigid, twitching cocks as her first climax reached a peak of frenzied intensity. She clawed at Chuck passionately, digging the points of her nails deeply into his sweating, panting chest as she clenched her cheeks together and ground into Barry's stabbing pecker. They rocked her furiously between them, both of them putting all their strength into their final assault to her pulsating holes.
"OOOOOHHHHH! SSSSHHHHIIIITTTT! OH, SHIT! OH, SHIT!" Chuck groaned, feeling his shuddering staff bulge out with the thick, heavy juices that poured convulsively out his vibrating nuts and streamed into her gripping sheath.
"I'M CUMMING . . . I'M CUMMING! OOOOHHHH, MAMA, I'M CCCUUUMMMHINNNGGG!!" Barry jerked his body back spasmodically and flung an arm out toward the headboard, searching for something to hang onto as his exploding jism roared through his quaking rod and spilled into her shit tube. Instead of finding the headboard, he hit the lamp and the heavy fixture teetered dangerously for a second and then went crashing to the floor, knocking the lampshade askew and causing the microphone to bang sharply against the bulb.
They were all too engrossed in their mutual orgasms to take heed of the damage that might have been done. With sweat pouring off of them and cum dribbling out of them, they squished and smacked ferociously against each other, the guys shooting their wads while Janet passed through a series of multiple orgasms, each one greater than the next.
"Oh, wow!" Barry panted, laying his tousled head limply back on the pillow.
"Yeah," Chuck grunted. He flopped a weak arm over Janet's shoulder and then collapsed, breathing heavily from his fierce exertion.
"I. .. think .. . I'm . .. tired," Janet husked, struggling ineffectually to push the two hot sticky bodies away from her so that she could get some air.
It was several minutes before any of them had the strength to utter a sound. When the gasping and choking had finally subsided, Janet was the first one to speak up.
"Hey. . . fellows," she whispered hoarsely.
"How about pulling your cocks out so we can get up and take a shower?"
"Great idea," Chuck agreed weakly.
"Yeah, besides, we've got to fix the lamp," Barry added
"Okay, on the count of three, everybody up!" Janet ordered, trying to get some enthusiasm into her pooped voice.
"What happened to the lamp?" Chuck interrupted, ignoring her plea for cooperation.
"I knocked it over," Barry answered. "I hope I didn't break the mike."
"Come on, we can take care of that later!" Janet persisted. "All right, one .. . two ... three!" Janet flung herself up to a sitting position and then looked down at the two guys who still lay on the bed.
"Shit!" she snarled. "If you spoil my plan, I'm going to kick you both in the ass!"
"Last one in is a rotten egg!" Barry yelled, dashing off the bed and heading for the shower.
"I'll be the rotten egg," Chuck said, reaching down and picking up the lamp. "I want to mess with this first to see if it's all right."
"Good!" Janet said smugly, delighted to see that she had got them in motion. Shelly was due to arrive in another hour and she wanted everything to be perfect by the time she got there.
CHAPTER NINE
"She's here!" Barry whispered, closing the bathroom door on the playful Doberman. "Shut up, Conrad!" The dog was whining excitedly behind the door in an effort to convince Barry to let him out so that he could join the people.
"Chuck, you go answer the door. . . Barry and I'll hide in the closet!" Janet ordered, pushing the boy in front of her toward the bedroom closet. "Oh, yaah, don't forget to click on the stereo, but softly!" Chuck gave her the okay sign and then headed for the front door where Shelly was persistently ringing the chimes.
"Come on, get in!" she hissed, shoving the reluctant child into the crowded closet. She passed the movie camera to him and then climbed in beside him.
"Boy, it sure is hot in here!" Barry mumbled, wiping his shaking hand across his sweating forehead.
"Yes, it's a good thing we decided to leave our clothes off or we'd really be drenched by now,"
Janet agreed, sliding the door across the front of the closet until all but six inches was closed.
"Let me get in front of you," Barry said, trying to slip past her in the tight confines of the closet. Janet stepped back and almost fell over a pair of hiking boots as Barry struggled to get around her so that he could point his camera out the crack.
"Christ, that's cold!" Janet squealed, softly, jerking back as the metal camera brushed over her bare ass.
"Sorry," he grunted, squeezing himself down between her and open space. He took a deep breath as he squatted on his haunches, glad to to able to reach some air and light having spent even a few seconds in the back of the claustrophobic closet. He pointed the lens at the bed, adjusting the view finder until he had it perfectly in focus. The bed was situated at an angle from the closet, so he would be getting a complete picture of all the action that would be taking place.
"I think I hear them coming," Janet said, her heart beating wildly in her chest as the moment for revenge arrived.
"Sssshhhh!" Barry hissed, trying to keep his hands from trembling violently as he gripped tightly onto the wavering camera.
"Well, you certainly aren't wasting any time this evening," Shelly said, her voice wafting in from the hallway as she and Chuck made their way to the bedroom.
"No reason why I should. I've got a beautiful young girl beside me and the evening's young," he husked, wrapping his long arms around her and guiding her to the opened bedroom door. He urged her in in front of him and quickly went over to the stereo in the corner of the room and switched it on. The soft music filled the room with its lilting sound, making a good background for seduction and a great cover-up for the camera whirr and the restless dog.
Shelly swayed provocatively over to the newly re-made bed and slid onto it, languorously stretching her firm young body out full length. She wiggled her sweet little pelvis enticingly up and down as she crooked her forefinger at Chuck, inviting him to join her on the bed.
"I think I'd like a cigarette first," he said, casually reaching down to the bottom drawer of the nightstand and sliding it open to fetch the pack of smokes. With the shadow of his body partially cloaking his actions, he curled his hand under the piece of furniture and quickly clicked on the tape recorder. He slammed the drawer shut and rose to offer the impatient girl a cigarette.
"Oh, all right," she said, taking the lit cigarette from his hand and puffing on it petulantly.
Barry started the camera rolling, praying silently that she would be too involved with Chuck to notice the long black lens poking slightly out of the closet door. The room was dimly lit and the corner in which the closet was located was rather inconspicuous when viewed from the bed.
"Shelly, you never did finish that story you were telling me about. . . the rape incident, remember?" Chuck probed, inhaling deeply on his cigarette and sliding onto the bed beside her.
"Oh, yeah, well there's not much more to tell, except that the guy committed suicide and the whole thing caused a big stir in the newspapers." Shelly wondered why the man was bringing that up at a time like this.
"You mean the authorities never found out that you were the one who seduced him, instead of visa versa?" he pumped, flicking his ash into the ash tray on the nightstand and hoping that the volume on the tape recorder was turned up enough.
"Naw, I'm a good liar when I have to be. I convinced them that the poor shmuck was a sex-crazed maniac that just went bananas when he couldn't stand my sweet ass twitching around his house any longer." Shelly giggled delightedly as she thought of the way she had pulled the wool over the cops' eyes.
"Turn the camera off," Janet whispered, wondering what was taking Chuck so long to move into action. "You're just wasting film." Barry obediently switched it off, relieved to let the heavy instrument dangle from his hand as he massaged his tired forearm with his fingers.
"Come on, Chuckie, let's get it on!" Shelly urged, crushing out her half-smoked cigarette and rolling over tightly against him.
"Mmmmmm, if you insist, sweet child," he said, taking one last puff and then tossing it into the ash tray.
"Okay, start it up," Janet -commanded, seeing that, at last, he was going to get the show in gear. Barry hefted the camera up and clicked it on, the cheap equipment whirring noisily in the closet.
Chuck quickly stripped the clothes off of Shelly's smooth, slender body, anxious to get her into the most compromising positions possible. She undid the buttons of his shirt rapidly, stroking the matted, curly hair on his chest as she worked her way down. While he slid her shorts down over the sides of her firm, boyish hips, she unzipped the fly on his pants and struggled to shove them off his muscular legs.
Shelly was kneeling up on the bed on all fours as she worked heatedly at edging his pants cuffs off his broad, calloused feet, giving Barry a fantastic view of her sweet pink ass peeking through her super-sheer panties. Chuck reached up and hooked his fingers around the waistband of her undies and yanked them quickly down the sides of her thighs, revealing more and more of her naked flesh to Barry's eager eyes. The sight of her slightly fuzzed cuntlips peeking out between her splayed legs was driving Barry up the wall with desire to stick his throbbing organ into her cherry-pink twat.
"Getting turned on, honey?" Janet husked, seeing the boy's hands visibly shake as he struggled to keep the camera pointed at the action taking place on the bed.
"Ooooohhhhh, yeah!" he croaked, hoarsely, wishing that he could be there with them, instead of being squashed in a hot closet.
Janet dropped her hand down and reached under the child's tight little butt, lightly running her fingers from his bung-hole to his balls and back again as she peered excitedly over his head at the naked couple. She rubbed her hairy, moist mound of venus vigorously against his prominent backbone, leaving a trail of pussy juice that thickly coated his tanned skin as her twat gushed profusely from her voyeuristic lust.
Shelly's pert ass twitched invitingly at Barry's camera view as she knelt crouched over Chuck's rigid fuckpole, lashing her tongue out and waggling it at him seductively. She slowly lowered her head down to his jerking staff, parting her full soft lips and blowing her warm breath tantalizingly on the uncircumcised head of his cock.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, ooooohhhhh, yes! Eat it, baby .. . eat daddy's rod!" Chuck coaxed, hunching his pelvis off the bed so that his long staff made fleeting contact with her flickering tongue.
The cock-hungry girl pressed her mouth over the foreskin of his throbbing organ and pushed down the fleshy covering with her taut lips, sucking the purplish glans eagerly into her oral cavity.
Chuck spread his legs further apart and wrapped them tightly around her sweet hips, pulling her closer to his aching knob. She plunged forcefully down to the root of his quaking cock, vigorously suctioning the huge, thick pole deeper and deeper into her throat until she felt like she would gag on it.
"U-U-UUUUUHHHHHNNNNN! OH, CHRIST, GIRL . . . CAN YOU SUCK COCK!" he said, smashing his bloated stabber savagely down her esophagus, practically choking her with his frantic desire to shoot off in her tight throat.
"UUUUUMMMMMM!" Shelly groaned, cupping her small, warm fingers around his bristled balls and coaxing them up into the cavity of his body. She knew that he was ready to explode at any moment, so she urged him frenziedly on, dying to get a taste of his delicious male cum that was gathering in volume in his nuts.
"SSSSHHHHIIIITTTT! OOOOHHHHH, SHEEEELLLLYYYY!! I'M GOING TO S-SSSSHHHHOOOOTTTTH" he roared, digging his fingers painfully into her tender, delicate tits and squeezing them passionately together as she siphoned his jism up his pulsating tube and swallowed it in great, gagging gulps.
Barry could hardly see through the view finder any more as huge drops of sweat poured off his forehead and trickled down his eyelashes and blurred his vision. Janet was pumping the shit out of his blood-engorged knob while her ponderous boobs bashed lewdly against the back of his skinny neck. She hunched her pelvis hotly over the slick, salty surface of his back, her sopping cuntlips splaying open and giving her clitoris access to his exquisitely smooth skin.
"Oooooohhhhh, I'm soooo horny!" Janet crboned, masturbating herself ecstatically on the frail boy's bony spine. Barry braced himself by shoving a foot hard against the corner of the closet in a pathetic effort to keep from being pushed out of the crack by the excited woman's frantic pumping.
"Take it easy!" he rasped, fighting to maintain the proper angle of the camera so that he wouldn't miss any of the action. Janet backed off a little and shoved her finger into her aching pussy, twanging her clit repeatedly as she felt the beginnings of a climax taking her over.
"S-Sorry, love," she moaned, squeezing her erected nubbin between her thumb and forefinger and rolling it back and forth with a frustrated desire to reach the peak of a crashing orgasm.
Shelly drank in the last of Chuck's voluminous cum with great difficulty, feeling like she would throw up if she had to swallow one more drop of the thick, sticky fluid. She pulled her mouth away from his slimy staff and solicitously cleaned off the head with quick flicks of her jism-coated tongue.
"How was that, big daddy?" she asked, wiping the excess cum off the corners of her mouth.
"Real fine .. . just real fine," he said, smiling contentedly up at her. "Now, how about letting me stick in in you?" Chuck grabbed her around the waist and swung her over him and onto her back.
"Think you can?" she challenged, her pert dimples flashing prettily at him. The older man roughly yanked her thighs apart and hovered between them, clutching onto his still rigid fuckpole and aiming it at her cuntal furrow.
"You just watch my style!" he husked, spreading her soft, bulging cuntlips with his fingers and touching the membraneous sheath of clit with the tip of his bloated cock.
"Mmmmmmm, you sure know where to please a girl," she hummed, reveling in the exquisite sensations that zinged through her fastly growing nubbin.
"Practice makes perfect," he said and grunted. Chuck plunged into her shimmering sheath, thrusting his quaking organ deeply into the hot, tight confines of her sweet pussy and banging hard against her cervix.
"Ooooouuuucccchhhh!" she protested, digging her heels into the bedspread and trying to scooch away from his olympic-sized stabber.
"Hhhhmmmm, daddy didn't mean to hurt his little girl," he said, easing off a little on the heated pressure he was applying to her womb opening.
"Aaaahhhhh, that's much better." Shelly gripped onto his loose flesh just above his waist. . . his love handles, and held on tightly as the heavy, athletic man pistoned rapidly in and out of her spasmodically rippling tube.
"He'd better finish up pretty soon," Barry whisperedj turning around slightly to catch a view of Janet finger-fucking herself behind him. "I'm going to run out of film before he has a chance to bring Conrad in." Barry was crouching in a puddly of his own cum juice as he nervously squinted in the dim light, trying to see exactly how much more filming time he would have before the reel ended. It was too dark for him to tell for sure, so he just continued to point the camera at the fucking couple and hope for the best. It was evident that Chuck wouldn't be able to last much longer at the frenzied pace he was setting.
"U-U-UUUUUNNNNNGGGGG!!" Chuck howled, jamming his vibrating shaft furiously back and forth in her excruciatingly narrow cunt sheath as the pressure/pain in his bloated nuts threatened to explode with the intensity of an angry volcano.
"OH, CUM, PLEASE CCCCUUUUMMMM TO MEEEE! CUM, DADDY, CUM TO YOUR SWEET, LITTLE GIRL!!" Shelly screeched loudly, passionately drilling her pointed tongue hotly around the vestibule of his outer ear. She practically deafened him with her frantic plea to let loose with his precious goodies and fill her hungry cavity to the brim.
"OH, YES! OOOOHHHH, CHRIST, Y E E E E SSSSS! I'M C-C-C-C-CCCUUUMMMIII-NNNGGG!!!" His bubbling jism sprang from his throbbing balls and ripped up his quivering sheath, gushing into her scintillating tube with the force of a rocket being launched from its pad.
"AAAAHHHHH, MMMMMMM, THAT'S WHAT I WANTED! OOOOHHHHH, YEEEEESSSS, THAT'S IT!!" Shelly accepted his abundant offering of male cum with uninhibited, girlish enthusiasm, gouging her heels into his back for support as he plummeted her pussy with his spewing rod. She ground her head into the bouncing mattress ecstatically as she lay enveloped in a haze of mind-bending, all-encompassing release and satisfaction.
"Oooooohhhhh, that was grand ... truly great," Chuck panted, flopping heavily on top of her shuddering body.
"Mmmmmm, I'll go along with that... it was grand!" They lay clinging tightly to each other, inundated in a warm, cozy glow of total completion.
"Hey .. . love," Chuck whispered, reaching up and pushing away the limp strands of hair that fell across her eye. Shelly looked up at him expectantly, smiling sweetly into his deep brown eyes and pecking him lightly on the lips.
"Yes?"
Chuck kriew that the plan called for him to leap up and open the bathroom door, thus freeing Conrad so that the anxious dog could do his number on Shelly for the edification of the camera, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. After the marvelous fuck she had just given him, the soft-hearted man felt terribly guilty about letting himself become a part of Janet's revengeful plot.
CHAPTER TEN
"All right, Janet and Barry . .. you two can come out now!" he shouted, pushing the confused girl over to the side of the bed and rolling his stiff body off the groaning mattress.
"Jesus Christ!" Janet hissed, peering through the crack in disbelief. "What the hell does he think he's pulling?" Barry dropped his camera down to his side as the last of the film clicked to silence.
"It doesn't matter anyway," he said quietly, personally relieved that the stupid charade was over with. "We've just run out of film."
Chuck flung the closet door open and reached in to retrieve the camera from Barry's hand. The boy handed it over willingly, taking Chuck's other extended hand and letting him help him out of the suffocating box.
"Whew! Am I glad to get out of there!" Barry puffed, taking a long, deep breath as he stepped out onto the bedroom rug.
"Chuck, why are you doing this?" Janet asked, incredulously. She stumbled out of the cluttered closet and scowled furiously at the presumptuous man.
"Because two wrongs never make a right," he answered piously, feeling a bit foolish at his inane remark as he stared into the flushed, angry face of the seething woman.
"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on!" Shelly pleaded from the bed. She was sitting upright with the spread wound hastily around her naked body.
"Gladly," Barry said and grinned, sliding onto the bed and inching up beside her. After the show she just put on for him, he was itching to run his sweaty palms over her succulent torso.
Chuck occupied himself with the camera, removing the reel and carefully taping it to the end of the film, hoping, to avoid the wrath of Janet's frustrated fury.
"Why? Why?" Janet kept repeating, grabbing the man by the shoulders and shaking him violently. Chuck wrenched himself out of her grip and strode across the room to the nightstand where he bent down and clicked off the tape recorder.
"Janet what would we be teaching Shelly by going through with this stupid drama?" he asked, lighting up a cigarette and plopping down on the edge of the bed. He waited patiently for her reply and, when she gave none, he beckoned her over to him.
"Listen, sweets," he said softly, running his hand lightly over her curvaceous hip. "We'd only be proving that we can be as vindictive and immature as she's been." Chuck looked up into her eyes and saw tears gathering at the corners. He reached up and grabbed her hand, holding it tightly in his own.
"You're a very kind man," Janet murmured, bending over and kissing him tenderly on the forehead. '.'And you're right, of course."
Chuck stroked her naked boobs as she brushed them seductively across his stubbled cheek, her distended nipples coming entieingly close to his parted lips. Her flesh quivered with desire from his exquisite caresses to her tits and from the way his hot, moist breath blew tantalizingly over her aching rosebuds as he turned his face to take them in his mouth.
"Ooooohhhhh, Chuck!" she said, shuddering excitedly as he suctioned her pointed nubbin heatedly between his gnawing lips. "I want you . .. now!"
He crushed her to him and swung them both onto the bed, practically rolling on top of Barry and Shelly, who were clutched tightly in a passionate embrace.
"Uuuuummmmmpppphhhh!" Barry groaned, raising up from Shelly's delectable body as he tried to extricate his arm from under Chuck's heavy back. His face was smeared with the remains of Shelly's saliva and Chuck's cum juice from having just indulged in a tongue-lashing kiss with the exciting girl.
"Oh, sorry, Champ," Chuck apologized, lifting his torso so the boy could retrieve his flattened limb.
"I'm the one who's sorry," Shelly said quietly. She rose to a sitting position and faced the trio with a hanged-dog expression spreading across her pretty features. "I've really been a bastard, haven't I?" The girl dropped her head down and stared silently at her hands clutched tightly across her naked lap.
"Yes," Janet agreed, suddenly feeling very sympathetic toward the mixed-up, adolescent girl. "But we'll forgive you just the same," she added, reaching around Barry and touching her lightly on the shoulder.
"Oh, Auntie, please don't tell my mom and dad about what I've done! It would kill them!" Shelly wailed, breaking into big, crocodile tears that streamed down her contorted face.
"Don't worry, dear, I won't," she assured her. "But you've got to promise me that you'll stop using people the way you've been doing."
"Oh, I promise, I promise!" Shelly said, heaving a huge sigh of relief.
"Come on, gang," Chuck interjected, rolling his big frame back onto the bed and pulling Janet on top of him. "Let's get it on!"
"I'm for that!" Barry agreed, exuberantly. He pushed Shelly eagerly down onto her back and piled on top of her, scooping her sweet young titties excitedly into his hands.
"Mmmmmmm, your adorable little nipples taste soooo goooodf" Barry husked, laving Shelly's cherry-pink nubs with his flickering tongue as he concentrated first on one and then moved to the other.
"Ooooohhhhh, Barry! You do all right for a little guy!" Shelly crooned, cradling his vibrating head close against her hotly flushed boobs. Her pussy juices trickled down her taut thighs as her need to have his little prick inside of her grew to overwhelming proportions.
"A-A-AAAAAHHHHH! OH, GOD, JANET!" Chuck panted, feeling the woman's gaping slit slide over his rock-hard fuckpole and shove tightly down to the root of his staff.
"Uuuuunnnn! Ooooohhhhh, yes! So nice ... so fucking nice!" Janet swirled her pelvis around his quaking organ, grinding her throbbing clit frantically against him as she strove to work it up to a quivering erection.
"Stick your pretty pink meat into me!" Shelly begged, drawing the shaking boy up to her face and kissing him hungrily.
"Yes! OOOOHHHHH, YES! STICK... MEAT . . . INTO YOOOOOUUUU!" Barry grunted, shoving her legs violently apart and clutching his tiny staff with sweaty palms. She hunched her pelvis up to meet his bobbing dong as he plunged it into her sopping pussy, rubbing the head of it heatedly over her clit before he shoved it all the way into her tube.
"UUUUNNNNGGGG! JESUS CHRIST, SOOOOO SWEEEET . . . SWEET, LITTLE BOY!"
Shelly hung onto his narrow shoulders as the puffing youngster pistoned his rod ecstatically in and out of her gripping sheath, squeezing his butt muscles strongly together so that she would feel him inside of her more dynamically.
"OOOOHHHHH, GAAAAAWWWWDDDD! HARDER, HARDER, OH, HARDDDEEERRR!!" Janet screeched, begging Chuck to pinch her nipples more savagely as she pounded her grasping twat furiously over his blood-engorged cunt-killer. The pain he was causing her by squeezing violently on her diamond-hard nipples was making her feel her orgasm more intensely .. .. more profoundly.
"GODDAMN! OOOOHHHHH, GODDAMN IT . . . I'M C-C-CCUUUMMMIIINNNGGGG!!" Chuck jerked his torso spasmodically as the first of his profuse jism raced out his bloated balls and collided into Janet's shimmering cunt, spraying the vaginal walls with loads of the thick, viscuous fluid.
"MMMMEEEEE TTTTOOOOO!" Barry echoed, hunching his light frame over Shelly's cum-smeared twat as he poised in rigid ecstasy from the mind-blowing climax that ripped through him like a tornado.
"OOOOOUUUUU! AAAAAHHHHHH!" the females moaned in unison, each one experiencing their own terrific orgasm separately, but feeling a wonderful sense of sisterhood as they reached the peak together.
"My God, that was wonderful . . . really wonderful!" Janet gasped, falling limply on top of Chuck's hot, wet body.
"Mmmmmm," he agreed, dreamily, breathing heavily from the blood-pumping, lung-expanding experience.
"Wet and wonderful," Shelly panted, feeling Barry squish and smack against her sopping skin as he lay totally exhausted on top of her.
The four of them remained immobilized on the king-sized bed, too fagged-out from their enthusiastic fucking to even try to get up. Chuck weakly reached for a pack of cigarettes, vaguely swishing the pack in the air as a way of offering those who were interested to help themselves. Janet and Shelly stopped his hand in mid-air and each picked one for themselves and quickly lit up.
"Hey, we forgot about Conrad!" Barry said, suddenly realizing what was causing the scratching noise that was coming from the bathroom.
"Oh, the poor baby! Why don't you let him out, Barry?" Janet asked, rolling over on her side and stubbing out her cigarette.
"Right!" Barry responded, wondering if he had the energy to lift his tired body off the bed. After much moaning and groaning, the depleted boy managed to hobble over to the bathroom door and open it. Immediately, the frantic animal bounded out the crack in the door and pounced happily onto the bed, coming down, paws first, on Janet's bare ass.
"Oh, Christ, Conrad!" she shouted, trying to push the over-eager dog away from her. "Take it easy, boy!"
"Come here, baby," Shelly crooned, soothingly, trying to get the excited dog to calm down a bit. Conrad stepped over Janet's body and hunkered down next to the girl, gratefully lapping her naked tits with his long, wet tongue.
"Nice doggie," she husked, stroking the sleek, long head of the Doberman. "We'll play later on, now we've got to rest." Chuck looked over at the cozy pair and wondered silently if, maybe, he was going to get a chance to see her and the dog in action.
I certainly hope so, he thought, a large grin spreading across his face.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Gee, this is a great idea, Aunt Janet!" Shelly enthused, watching Chuck Evers set up the movie screen at the far end of the living room. "It's going to be a riot watching the looks on their faces when our home movie flashes on the screen!" Shelly was itching with anticipation as she flopped big soft pillows casually on the rug in an effort to make the dimly lit room look more cozy.
"Yeah, it was pretty brilliant of me, wasn't it?" Janet smirked, leaning against the door frame that divided the living room from the kitchen. She was waiting for the oil to get hot enough so that the popcorn would start popping. She hadn't overlooked a single detail in creating the perfect atmosphere for an evening that promised to be interesting in every way.
"I just hope that this doesn't freak them out too much," Chuck grumbled, hasseling with the height of the screen as he tried to line it up with the light that shone from the projector.
"No way," Barry assured him, coming in from the kitchen with an armful of cold pop and beer. "Ronnie's told me a thousand times that he'd love to get ahold of Shelly's sweet ass."
"And I know that Eloise is just dying to try a man-sized cock like yours, Chuck," Shelly purred, coming up behind him and massaging the sides of his thighs with her fingers.
"I sure hope you're right... I'd hate to have the vice squad after me!" He settled on a suitable height for the screen and then turned around and clasped Shelly in his arms, smothering her small face tightly against his chest.
"How about a little pre-game roll in the hay?" he breathed, stroking her soft hair tenderly.
"Can't. .. haven't got time." Shelly drew away from him and teasingly twirled around and stuck her pert, Levi's-covered butt out, wiggling it licentuously in his direction.
"Tease!" he said, reaching out and wacking her smartly across her jiggling orbs.
"Come on, you two, we have to set up the film before they arrive . . . which should be any minute now!" Barry ordered, impatiently.
"All right, all right," Chuck said, breezing past her and moving over to the empty projector. He grabbed the spool of film out of Barry's hands and began threading it through the slot, muttering quietly to himself about "poor sports" and the like.
"Well, I'm ready!" Janet announced excitedly, bringing a huge bowl of freshly made popcorn into the living room and placing it on the floor. She walked over to Chuck and peered over his shoulder, intently watching him struggle with the slippery film.
"Are we going to use the tape recorder, or is this going to be silent movie night?"
"No, the tape is too incriminating toward Shelly. We'll just put on some records on the stereo."
"Can I pick them out?" Barry asked.
"Sure, go ahead, but no hard rock, please!" Chuck answered, finishing up the threading and grabbing up a can of beer from the pile on the floor. Barry went over to the record rack next to the stereo and began rummaging through the various albums, picking out several and stacking them up beside him.
The doorbell rang and Janet straightened up and quickly fluffed her hair into place before she walked across the room to answer it. She turned around and flashed the group a conspiring wink, then she flung open the door.
"Hi, kids!" she said, smiling at the two nervous youngsters. "Come on in." Janet showed them into the living room, cautioning them not to step on the popcorn and soda pop that lay in the middle of the floor.
"Gosh, I didn't know that you were going to be here, Mr. Evers," Eloise said, shyly. She had put on a very mini-skirted dress and fixed her long straggly hair into a fetching upsweep because she knew that he was planning to be there. Shelly had told her so.
"You look lovely, Eloise," Chuck said, softly. He moved close to the flushed girl and lightly touched her hair, brushing his hand casually down the side of her bare neck.
"T-Thank y-you," she stammered, feeling the skin on the back of her neck raise up in goose pimples. She could hardly take her eyes off the way the older man looked in his skin-tight body shirt and butt-hugging cords. She felt like falling into his strong arms right then!
"Urn, what kind of movies are we going to see?" Ronnie asked, trying to make conversation as everyone in the room stared eagerly at Chuck and Eloise.
"Oh, just some home movies we took," Janet answered, casually. "I think you'll find them very interesting." She smiled seductively at the tall boy, reaching out and clasping him around the arm as she led him to a big pillow on the floor.
"Sit down, honey, and have some popcorn and soda pop," she said, edging a pillow close to his and plopping herself down.
"Yeah, Ronnie, relax . .. it's going to be a fun evening!" Shelly assured him, reaching across his chest and grabbing a handful of hot-buttered popcorn. She accidentally spilled a few kernels down between his legs as she was bringing her hand back to her mouth, so she blithely struck out with her free hand and groped around in the crotch of his pants to retrieve them.
"W-What are you doing?" Ronnie stammered, holding his breath as the brazen girl kneaded his balls with her fingers.
"Don't get up-tight, love," she husked, grinning like a Chesire cat as nervous embarrassment caused him to blush bright red.
Shelly plucked out the errant kernels and popped them in her mouth, giggling delightedly, watching the sweat trickle down his smooth, tanned brow. Once he realized what the score was, Ronnie broke out in a broad-assed grin, throwing back his head and shaking it vigorously with excitement.
"Far out!" he howled, reaching for a handful of popcorn and purposely dropping a dozen or so of them down the front of Shelly's blouse. "Now it's my turn!" He lunged eagerly at the vee of her neckline, thrusting his hand straight down into her bulging cleavage and wiggling his fingers enthusiastically over her firm cones.
"Now you're getting with it!" Shelly encouraged, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her.
His other hand began fumbling excitedly with the buttons that ran down the front of her blouse, frantically trying to undo them so that he could rip the garmet off of her and get to her bare tits. His breath was coming in short, hard gasps by the time he finally relieved her of the blouse and plastered his sweat-slick palms hotly over her delicious-looking orbs. Ronnie's hands were shaking visibly as he reached back and hastily undid the clasp on her lacey bra.
"Ooooohhhhh, wow!" he breathed, drinking in the provocative sight of her young, rounded breasts as they fell lightly out of their tight hammock.
"You like?" she asked, arching her back and making the sweet pink nipples stand out enticingly in front of his saliva-filled mouth.
"Yes .. . yes, I like them a lot!" Ronnie could hardly contain the throbbing desire that pulsed through his loins, filling his knob with hot, surging juices and bloating his nuts painfully. He brought his hands forward and gingerly stroked the soft warm mounds, groaning lowly in his throat as he manipulated the buoyant flesh with his quivering fingers.
All this time, Janet had been staring hypnotically at the stimulating scene, getting more and more turned-on by the boy's awkward, innocent movements. God, I've got to get his darling little ass in my hands! she seethed, silently. Her lust for little boy flesh was driving her wild, urging her to pull out the stops and let it all hang out! Oh, I'm such an evil old lady ... but I can't help it I just can't help it! she raged internally.
Janet began frantically shucking off her clothes, flinging them haphazardly every which way as she sought to strip herself down to the bare essentials. She didn't want to waste any time, because she could tell by Ronnie's obvious cock-bloated condition that she was going to have to get her licks in quickly before he shot off.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Barry yelled, stomping up in front of the stripping trio. "I thought we were going to watch some movies!" He stood towering over them with his hands on his hips, pouting petulantly as they pointedly ignored him.
"Don't worry about them, Barry," Chuck said, unwinding himself from Eloise's impassioned hold and crawling over the rug to the projector that sat on a low stand. "We can start without their help."
"Great, I'll hit the light!" he said, enthusiastically, bouncing over to the light switch and flicking it off. He groped his way back to the center of the room and found a pillow to lay on as Chuck pushed the button and started up the machine.
"What about the music?" Chuck inquired, watching the numbers on the beginning frames flash over the screen.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot." Barry crawled back to the stereo and clicked on the start lever, making it back to his pillow just in time for the action to begin. He had put on an album done by Dan Hicks and his Hot Licks and their funky put-on's of the nineteen-forties gave the whole scene a raunchy, comic flavor.
On the screen in black and white, larger than life, was Chuck and Shelly talking seriously on the bed, but with no sound coming out of their rapidly moving mouths.
"This is the boring part," Barry informed Eloise, acting as ex-offlcio narrator for the home film festival.
"Obviously," she commented, drily. She snuggled up to Chuck and began stroking his thighs, rubbing her hands repeatedly over the soft ridges of his tight cords.
"Okay, here's where it gets good!" Barry scooched his pillow closer to Eloise and Chuck, wanting to feel a part of the action that was promising to take place between them.
"Wow! That's pretty good all right!" Eloise agreed, sitting up straighter and leaning forward to get a better look at the titillating bedroom scene that was unfolding before her bulging eyes.
"Hey, you know, I don't look bad!" Chuck crowed, nudging Barry in the ribs sharply. "I ought to try out for the big time movies!"
"Don't let it go to your head, Chuck," Janet said from across the room. She and Shelly were laying totally nude with Ronnie tightly squashed in between them as they slowly and teasingly stripped him down to the buff.
"G-Gosh, is that really you, Shelly?" Ronnie husked, recognizing her delectable titties, but finding it hard to believe that she would be doing something like that with a grown man.
"Sure, I look great, don't I?" she simpered, displaying just about as much modesty as Chuck did when it came to an appraisal of her own beauty.
"Yeah . .. you sure do!" Ronnie sucked in his breath forcefully as the action she was performing on camera coincided with what she began doing to him in person.
"Don't forget to give credit to the excellent cameraman that sacrificed himself to capture this real-life drama," Barry interjected. He wanted to be sure that he wasn't getting sold short on this deal.
"Excellent .. . truly excellent," Eloise chirped, applauding vigorously and then reaching over and patting him warmly on the cheek. Barry grabbed her hand and held onto it tightly, forcing it down to his semi-flacid prick and cupping it firmly over it.
"This is where I want to be patted," he said, rubbing her hand heatedly back and forth across his throbbing organ.
"Mmmmmm, all right, sweetie ... if you insist," Eloise purred. She stroked his growing knob with long, scintillating motions, kneading his denim-covered groin with the strong tips of her fingers.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, that's nice," he sighed, leaning back on his pillow and digging on the exquisite sensations that pulsed through his hot, bloated rod.
"Don't forget the horny dude on the other side of you." Chuck murmured, running his warm, strong hand slowly up her bare leg. When he reached her soft thigh, he pushed back the hem of her dress up to her waist and then continued on his path, curving his hand tantalizingly along the inner side until he reached her crotch.
"Ooooohhhhh, Chuck! Don't stop!" she gasped, her damp pussy gushing with sweet hot juices that trickled profusely out of her tight little slit and onto her panties.
"I won't, I won't!" he assured her. His broad forefinger curled under the elastic of her bikini's and pulled it away from her sparsely haired pubis, exposing her fleshy mound of venus to his trembling fingers.
"U-U-UUUUNNNNGGGG!!" Ronnie groaned, adding his own personal soundtrack to the fuck film. Shelly had her lips wrapped firmly around his bobbing stalk, sucking his bloated cockhead savagely between her gnawing jaws.
Janet had shoved the boy onto his side and was laving his puckered, virginal bung-hole, drilling her pointed stabber deeply up his shit-canal as she splayed his quivering cheeks widely apart with her gripping hands.
On the movie screen, if anybody had bothered to look, was an erotic, stimulating scene of Chuck and Shelly humping frantically and energetically together all over the huge bed. Unfortunately, at this point in the filming, Janet was jacking Barry off in the closet, so the participants in the movie looked like they had a bad case of St. Vitus dance as they jerked and shook all over the screen from his shaky camera grip. Dan Hicks and his Hot licks boo-aaaphed, boo-aaphed and wailed hotly on a banjo as their stuccatoed fucking kept time with the jiving music.
"OOOOHHHH, GOD! OOOOHHHH, AAAAHHHH!" Eloise yelled, arching her spine rigidly off the pillow while Chuck hungrily explored the depths of her scintillating twat with his long, flickering tongue. His face was burrowed tightly between her widely separated thighs, lapping and suctioning her distended clit into his mouth and rolling the hard nubbin tenderly between his teeth.
"Jeeeeez! OOOOHHHHH, GOOOOOSH! I'M GOING TO C-C-C____" Eloise smashed her dripping slit ferociously into his suctioning orifice, practically knocking out his teeth with her impassioned desire to reach the peak of her agonizing climax. She wrenched her head from side to side as wave after wave of unremitting pleasure/pain flooded through her pulsating pussy and filled her entire body with delectable, nerve-tingling sensations.
Barry had been laying propped up on one elbow, watching the older man eat the ecstatic girl out, but the stimulating sight plus the titillating movie was finally getting to him. He rolled over and flung his hand out, coming down on one of Eloise's jiggling, bulging cones and squeezing his fingers around it. Barry reached down the front of her dress and into her bra, clutching onto the soft, smooth tit and pulling it out of the hammock and into view. Kneading the delicious-looking orb heatedly between his fingers, Barry bent over and sucked the entire aroela into his gapping mouth, teasing the excited nipple with the tip of his lashing tongue.
"H-H-HOOOOO . .. I-I CAN'T STAAAAAND IT! IT'S TOOOOO MUUUUCH!" Ronnie wailed, pistoning his spurting cock furiously at Shelly's gulping mouth as the jism-hungry girl siphoned his pouring juices out of his quaking organ. Janet had given up on reaming out his pounding ass and was laying on her back beside him, frantically finger-fucking herself while she avidly watched the action on the screen.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Hey, let's all get naked and have a real orgy!" Barry shouted, hopping up from his tit sucking and shucking off his jeans. His body blocked out the image on the screen and, instead, Shelly and Chuck could be seen screwing on his slender chest and naked pelvis.
"You make a great movie screen!" Janet giggled, crawling in the dark and bumping into bodies as she tried to reach him. When she reached his side, she stood up and pressed shoulder to shoulder with him, thus completing the human screen where naked bodies played on top of naked bodies.
"Now, that's what I call a real skin flick," Chuck said, wiping Eloise's sticky pussy juice off his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Hhhhmmmm, I want to fuck with Barry," Eloise said, languidly, kneeling up on her pillow and grabbing the standing boy around the back of his legs.
"All right!" he responded, hanging onto her broad shoulders for support as she threw him off balance with her enthusiastic tackle. She brought him down to her height and then flung her arms around his neck, crushing her soft, hot lips over his and darting her flickering tongue into his mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, reaching around his hips and prying his crack apart with her fingers. Eloise gingerly poked her forefinger into his tight closure, slowly shoving it up his shit-filled tube and waggling it lewdly around the sides.
"Oh!" he choked, pulling away from her tongue-lashing kiss and gasping for air. "Spread your legs and let me stick it in!"
Eloise obediently splayed her thighs apart and hunched her pelvis out so that he could line his jerking dong up with her glistening twat. Barry's hand was wrapped tightly around his organ, pointing the uncircumcised head directly at her cuntal furrow and pushing forward against the bulging cuntlips.
"OOOOHHHHH! STICK IT IN, BARRY!" she begged, rubbing her seething clit eagerly across the tip of his rod and urging him to plough on through.
"I-I'm trying . . . but, you're too tall!" he husked, discovering that his short little pecker just couldn't traverse the distance between his pelvis and hers.
"Well, for Christ's sake, lay on top of me!" she hissed, grabbing the kneeling boy around his waist and yanking him over toward her. They both fell in a tangled heap on the large pillow, legs and arms unwinding themselves frantically so that they could re-position themselves more comfortably. Once Eloise had wrapped her long slender limbs around Barry's narrow hips, he had no trouble at all in ramming his hard little pecker into her gapping slit.
"AAAAHHHHH, YES! TEEEE-RRRRR-III-FFFF-IIII-CCCC!!" she growled, humping her ass off the soft pillow and smashing her hard pubis ecstatically against the small boy's shuddering cock.
"Come on, let's get a foursome going!" Janet suggested, peering down at the humping couple and feeling more and more horny by the moment.
"Sounds great!" Chuck said, adding his vote of confidence to her erotic and intriguing idea.
Shelly extended her hand and helped Ronnie up off the pillow, stretching out at a right angle in an effort to tug the tired, limp boy up to his feet. With a painful groan, Ronnie managed to plant his feet on the floor and stand up, weaving slightly from the butt-licked by Janet's exquisite flickering tongue.
"H-How do we do it?" Ronnie stammered, feeling very juvenile and clumsy in front of this seemingly highly sophisticated group.
"Easy," Chuck said, gathering the four of them together in a circle and taking charge like he knew what he was doing.
"Oh, come on, let's get with it!" Janet huffed, impatiently, grabbing Ronnie by the arm and squeezing him hotly against her, suffocating the child between the cleavage of her ponderous tits.
"All right, let's form a daisy chain!" he interjected quickly, not wanting to miss out on a change to get in on a real live orgy.
"Far out, I read about daisy chains in a dirty book I ripped off my dad!" Shelly squealed, flopping herself down on the rug and tossing the pillows out of the way so that they wouldn't interfere with their action.
Chuck made a quick dive to the floor, quickly followed by Ronnie and Janet, as all of them scooched around in order to make plenty of room for the frenzied movements that were bound to take place. Shelly latched onto Chuck; Ronnie dived into Shelly; Janet globbed onto Ronnie and then, Chuck curled over to Janet, grabbing her by the haunches and pulling her closer to his flickering tongue.
The group indulged themselves in as many oral fantasies as they could imagine-butt-licking, cunt-slurping, prick-teasing, and ball lapping. When they tired of that diversion, they moved onto a more complicated and more interesting form of group fucking.
"Oooooohhhhh, God!" Janet moaned, feeling her orifices being splayed painfully apart by Chuck's gigantic organ in her juicy twat and Barry's little member in her tight bung-hole.
"Hang on, girl, we're almost through," Chuck reassured her, plunging his heated stalk frantically into her steaming cunt, anxious to release the hard-packed jism that had gathered at the base of his pumping rod.
"Yeah," Barry echoed, grimacing slightly as he experienced her taut butt muscles squeezing down on his tender prick.
"Yeeeees! Oh, yeeeeesssss!" she squealed, humping herself furiously against Barry's bruised balls and thrusting forward to Chuck's spurting jabber.
"AaaaalllU rrriiiggghhhttt!!" Chuck sang, arching back his neck, his head practically touching his spine as he plunged himself deeply within her and emptied his hot nuts of gallons of slippery warm cum.
"I-I'M T-THERE!" Barry howled, through clenched teeth he overlooked the discomfort of her vise-gripping buttocks and enjoyed the pleasure of his climax, spilling himself into her.
Ronnie, Eloise, and Shelly had reversed the tables whereby they were being caressed by him-both at the same time. It was sort of like patting your stomach and rubbing your head to Ronnie, but he reveled in the feeling of having his hands moving over two bodies at once. Besides, the smells, the bodily fragrance of each female drove him on to greater heights of excitement, urging him to explore the finer crevices and cracks of each form.
"Your skin feels like velvet water," he soothed, stroking the kitten-soft hair that ran down the center of Eloise's belly. He moved his fingers lightly over the convexness of her pubis, his palms barely touching the curly mass that tickled the tips.
"And you," he said, turning to Shelly, an index finger gently inserted in her tight hot tube, "are so hot and wet that you're driving me craaaaazy!" He clutched at twats with both hands, twirling his fingers around and kneading his sweaty palms as the girls writhed in uninhibited delight.
"OOOOUUUUU! MORE! MORE!" They chanted, egging him on to a more intricate investigation of their mysterious holes.
The film flopped on the reel, whipping over and over again as the humping, thumping couples shot cum and pussy juice on each other, the walls, and the rug. The room smelled like a combination locker room and whorehouse by the time they got through. They all lay panting on the sticky floor, wheezing and gasping for air from the wild, strenuous exertions of fucking.
"W-Wow!" Barry choked.
"Mmmmmm," Janet agreed.
"I think I'm goin' to die," Chuck groaned.
"Let's do it again!" Shelly rasped.
Ronnie and Eloise were entangled in a python-like grip as they concentrated on giving each other artificial respiration.
Chuck painfully swiveled his head around so that he was gazing into Janet's eyes that were glazed with satisfaction and contentment. She smiled back at him and gave him a feeble wink. Years later they were to laugh over their silent agreement to keep having these little weekend orgies. At the moment, all they could do was lay back and recover sufficiently to enjoy the next round of sexual delights that was about to come.
