If it hadn't been the day for the school photographer to take class pictures, Suzy Wilton wouldn't have worn the pretty green dress that made her eyes look greener and her fair skin look even creamier. And if she hadn't left the house five minutes early, Suzy wouldn't have passed the edge of the park on the way to school and decided to take the dirt path down the hill. The path took longer than the street route, but Suzy liked the cool greenery, the whisper of the tall, bearded eucalyptus trees, and the glimpses of the golf course stretching out below. Suzy Wilton was a thirteen-year-old center-city nature lover.
She stopped, pulling her shoulder-length black hair back from one ear. The rustle off to the left was nothing she'd heard before. It was too loud and too unsteady to be a cat or a rabbit, or even the fluffy red fox she'd seen only once. And the breathing, the labored, strained, steam-engine puffing, sounded like at least two huge animals locked in some deadly combat. Suzy bent lower and skulked closer to the rustling, panting, distressing sounds.
Her pretty face was as alert as that fox's had been. Her sparkling green eyes flicked from side to side, making sure she wasn't being stalked as she stalked the sounds. Her fine, upturned nose led the way, the nostrils flaring, sorting through the leafy, moist-dirt smells of the park. Suzy licked her Cupid's-bow lips in anticipation. Her mouth was dry and her palms were sweaty, and a tremor that ran both hot and cold quivered along her spine. Her sphincters contracted. She peered around a bush.
Suzy was excited and a little bit scared. She pushed the branches back with the back of one hand. The tingly feeling in her loins made her worry about losing control of her bladder. The little girl put her other hand over the center of her skirt, cupping her pussy tightly.
Disappointment washed over her. It wasn't a strange animal at all. It was a person-no, two people. The disappointment faded. Curiosity rose inside her. What were they doing?
Suzy couldn't see their faces. Another bush cut the bodies off at shoulder level. She hunkered lower, three feet off the path, her green dress concealing her among the leaves. The little pale-blue flag of her panties showed when she bent further. Suzy looked back over her shoulder, then peered at the couple on the ground.
She was only five feet away from them. The man's open shirt fell down, blocking her view of the woman for a few seconds. He seemed to be wadding up a jacket and stuffing it under her hips, but Suzy couldn't be sure. She saw the woman's heels dig into the leaf-covered dirt, and the smooth lines of the woman's legs tightened briefly. Suzy moved to the next bush.
She still couldn't see the faces, but she saw enough. The man stripped off his shirt and Suzy had a clear view of the upraised middle of the woman's body. She was naked, naked as the day she was born, and the dark, fluffy strip of hair over her pussy arched up, exaggerating the curve of the woman's plump labia.
Suzy grasped her own cuntal mound tighter. She squeezed, pushing her fingertips into the thinner portions of her labia where the fatty little pads narrowed around the virginal mouth of her vagina. Was it the sight of the woman's body or her own hand that made her pussy feel so wet and warm, as if it were trying to expand outward and inhale the pressure of her fingers?
The man stripped his shirt off. Suzy pressed her bare knees tightly together. There was a long, hard object sticking out and down from his belly. At first Suzy thought it was as straight and thick as a baseball bat, but her eyes locked to it and she realized it had a saber-like curve and a helmet-shaped knob at the end. That's his penis, and he's going to. . . to.. . she thought. And right inside her!
But Suzy didn't know that he wasn't going to... not right away. She watched the man's fingers come slowly down the smooth, tanned surface of the woman's belly. She stared as his hand covered the whole soft mound, fingers downward. The palm of his hand seemed to press and release, press and release, in a slow rhythm that almost matched the rhythm of Suzy's own breathing. She pushed the heel of her own hand on her pussy with the same tempo, not knowing why. The man's hand rocked, the fingers disappearing between the woman's outstretched legs.
I should go . . . I'm going to be late for school.
No! I have to find out what they're going to do ... what he's going to do to her! Suzy sneaked a little closer.
The man's hand withdrew. Two of his fingers glistened with wetness. Wind ruffled the leaves and Suzy caught a whiff of a deep, musky scent that went straight to the base of her brain. Her heart thudded faster. She watched the man's hand go to that mysterious upcurved saber of flesh and close around it. He stroked his fist up, then down, and the gleaming pink skin moved!
It seemed impossible. The skin on that penis looked too taut, too stretched, to slide on the shaft that way. Suzy marveled as his fist kept moving. The helmet at the end bulged bigger. Suzy heard herself gulp. The knob turned darker as it grew, going from a glowing, baby-skin to a mottled reddish color.
Suzy felt the tingle in her pussy change. She didn't think she was going to wet herself, but it seemed like the only explanation. She slipped her hand under her skirt and cupped her hand over the tight, sweet bulge of her pussy. The tips of her four fingers barely fit between the tensed tendons at the tops of her thighs. She felt a little trickle of warmth near her pee-hole, but it was thicker and slicker than urine, warming her fingertips. Suzy pressed the warm wetness tight against her pussy-flesh.
"Don't tease me, baby," the woman said. The voice was almost familiar, but the husky, hungry tone disguised it. Suzy had never heard such naked need in anyone's voice.
"I love lookin' at you," the man said. His voice was thick, as if he were drunk on the sight of the rippling flesh beneath him.
"Ohhh, then touch, don't just look! I need to feel you, babe!" The woman shifted, pivoting around the thick wad of coat that held her buttocks off the ground.
Suzy looked down the foreshortened length of one . leg and saw the shocking pink of the woman's inner labia. The petals of the pussy were spread, dripping a glistening fluid that wet the dark curly hairs and plastered them to the insides of her thighs. The sight hit Suzy like a fist in the belly. She felt a blush start at her cheeks and ears and spread along her throat and down into the bosom of her dress. She felt more urgently that she should leave but her curiosity leaped higher, too. She stayed.
The woman's hands slithered down to her open thighs. She put fingers at each side of the swampy oval of her cunt-mouth and spread herself even further. The tendons of her thighs tensed, helping the stretching, easing the revelation of the secrets of her body. Her hips moved slowly and the ring of her cuntal sphincter opened and closed like a sucking mouth.
The inner lining of her cunt-sleeve showed, then disappeared, showed and disappeared again. It was bright, bright pink, folded in on itself, and it looked sticky with the drizzling cream that flowed even faster from the opening.
Suzy could see the whole canoe-shaped zone, from the dark, tight pucker of the woman's rectum, past the dripping slot of her vagina, and up to a meaty little triangle of flesh where a pearly dot of flesh, the size and shape of a pencil eraser, poked out like a tiny fingertip. The little girl wondered if her own pussy, where the feelings were becoming so distressingly heated, looked anything like that hair-fringed nest. Suzy slipped her finger past the waistband of her pale-blue panties and fingered the slit between her vaginally tight labia.
She found the slick juice coating her inner lips. It was warm and thick and oily, and just the touch told her she must be as slick and shiny, if not as hairy, as the woman in the bushes. It even felt as if she gleamed down there, gleamed with wet hot juices.
"I love these titties," the man said, running his hands up and over the high arch of the woman's ribs.
"It feels like it when you touch them," the woman purred. Suzy shifted to see what was happening to those well-loved breasts.
Suzy could only see one, but it was one titty large enough to make two of her own. The nipple was dark brown, with the tip standing out as thick and hard as the end of a thumb. The man's hand went over the whole end of the big blunt mound, covering the dark, taut ring of the aureole, then the fingertips dug into the firm sides of the pale mound. Suzy slipped her free hand down the open neck of her blouse and fondled her own breasts through the soft cups of her bra.
Her titties were barely two handfuls, but they had a strange connection to the heat in her pussy. Suzy felt her feelings escalate as she rubbed her fingers across the sides of her breast, trying to imitate the actions of the man's hands.
She gave it up as useless. She'd have to find a place to get naked if she wanted to explore those feelings. Suzy wondered if someone else's hand would feel any different on her titties. She took her hand out of her dress and slithered it down to the fuzzy, damp nest of her pussy and rocked back on her heels to watch.
"I do want it, honey," the woman said. The voice was nagging at Suzy-it was so familiar, but so different.
"And you're gonna get it, too," the man said, half-laughing. "You're gonna get all the cock your hot pussy can handle."
The woman's red-tipped fingers worked back and forth in the hot, dripping slot of her pussy. "Please, now, baby, I'm ready," she moaned. "I'm hot and wet and ready for your cock, and I need to have it."
The man laughed out loud. "C'mon, ask for it, ask like you mean it."
The woman's hips were writhing, moving up and down, wobbling insistently from side to side. "God, baby, please! I want you to fuck me! Please, damn you, PLEASE!"
The man knelt between her outstretched legs. Suzy watched the fingers working busily in the woman's crotch, moving the fat, juicy-looking slices of her labia round, dipping into the pink-lined hole, wiggling up again to flick at the pearly dot of her clitty. "Dammit, I'm begging! Please, honey, give it to me! Give me that prick, you bastard! Owww, babe, you've got me so hot I ache, and all you want to do is play with my tits!" The woman's hands left her pussy and went to the man's naked ass.
Suzy stared, bug-eyed. The wet ring was opening and closing, but she didn't care about that. She could check her own pussy any time and see if her body worked the same way. The fascinating thing was the heavy, hairy mass that hung down under the man's ass hole, and the way the woman's fingers slid down and around his thighs. She flicked the sac around, and two masses inside rolled and moved as if they were alive. Suzy pressed her pussy with both hands.
"You take it, show me," the man said. He raised his hips.
The woman's hands went out of Suzy's sight for a moment, and when they reappeared, the sight hit Suzy like a ton of bricks. The long fingernails scratched the surface of that long, strong wand and the plum-purple head of the cock was aimed straight for the gaping slot of her cunt-mouth.
"Now, dammit, get into me!" The woman's voice wasn't husky now. She sounded desperate. Her tone was high and tight. "Goddammit, it's not fair! You're driving me crazy, honey!" She arched completely off the wadded jacket. The mouth of her pussy gaped wider. Suzy could see the trickling cream, coating the woman's crotch all the way to her ass hole. Even the tight stop-curve where her thighs met her ass cheeks was greased with shiny fluid.
"Easy!" the man hissed. The red fingernails dug into the skin of his cockshaft. He lowered himself toward her pussy.
The head of his prick looked too wide to enter even the moist open mouth of that pink tunnel. Suzy held her breath as she watched. She didn't think the woman could possibly take that thick, hard mass into her body. She squinted for a better look at the action, inhaling the fuck-smell from both bodies. She could have reached out and touched the woman's spread feet or leaned over and pushed the man down on top of her.
The woman had been getting hotter and hotter . . . even Suzy could see that. The passionate red blush had spread from the rim of her vagina until it was a four-inch circle of inflamed flesh. The cream that coated the lower half of the circle made the color look brighter, hotter. The inner lips were spread out like the leaves of a book, frilly and dark-edged and slippery-looking. The head of the man's prick touched the dark oval of the open cunt-mouth.
"Ahhhh," the woman breathed. "Ohh, yes, now!"
"Ummmhhh," the man groaned. His hand left her tit and the first two fingers forked down alongside the knob of his prick. He spread her rubbery cuntlips even further. The whole greasy inner surface of each swollen slice showed wet, red, juicy, like a lascivious invitation to the thick purple knob of his prick. He started to press his cock head into the gaping slot, then pulled back.
"Nooooo!" she wailed. The man's hand held her cunt wide open. The knob of his prick slipped away from her hole and slithered up the meaty wet valley between her cuntlips. It skidded across the pink spike of her clitty and the woman arched off the ground.
Suzy could see the woman's back from her ass-cheeks to her shoulders. She shivered at the sight. What feeling could possibly be so intense that someone would leap like a gaffed fish? Suzy slipped a fingertip into the tiny slit between her own labia.
"Yesss, yeesss, yesss," he hissed. "Ohh, fuck yes!" He stole his prick-tip back and forth across the little button, coaxing the wet triangle of the hood back, then sliding his knob down until the little spike bent down toward the woman's hole again. A couple of drops of clear, shining cunt-lube sprayed from the mouth of her pussy.
The woman's legs rose. She locked them around his hips, crossing her ankles above his back. He was still on his knees, his thighs spread to let the heavy weight of his balls swing back and forth with his clit-teasing motions. "Damn you, DAMN you, I need it! Don't make me come now!"
The man laughed, but it wasn't a manly laugh. It was a high, breathy giggle, as if he were strained to the limit. He slipped his knob back and forth over that little trigger-button again, then let it move toward the gushing center of her pussy. "Uuummmggghhhh!" he moaned, and the wide-flaring wings of his cockhead speared past the tight ring of her cuntal opening.
Suzy heard the squishy sound of the woman's pussy parting for the cockhead. She hunkered lower, staring under the swaying sac of his balls, trying to understand how that small oval, tapered from top to bottom, could spread so wide from side to side. The cock seemed to be built exactly wrong for the opening.
But the woman's voice didn't sound as if the impaling prick hurt her. The throaty pleasure in her voice was as pronounced as the ecstatic sound-track of a TV-dinner commercial. "Ahhh, ohhh, baby!" she moaned, her voice rising to a squeal of pleasure. "Ooohhh, more, more! Give me more of that big hot cock, honey! Oh, oww, I'm dying for it, baby!"
But her hips didn't move as if she was dying. She'd stopped the insistent rotation, but her hips still rolled and swiveled, urging him to slide his prick deeper into the wet slot. She pushed up toward him, then pulled back, and another inch or more of prick disappeared into her gash.
The cock was almost hidden behind the heavy-hanging balls, but Suzy could see the rim of the woman's cunthole stretching wide. It ovaled out the other way, and a little ring of tissue seemed to suck and kiss at the prick as it withdrew partway. More cock entered, twisting deeper, and Suzy realized why they called it screwing. That massive organ was screwing into the hot, meaty slash of the woman's pussy like an auger boring into simmering mud.
"There, there y'go," the man said. "Ahhh, all that hot sweet cunt-meat! Ummm, you work it good, so good! Ahhh-haa, gimmef"
She gave, and she gave good. His hairy asscheeks flexed, sending his prick into one side of the sopping well, then the other. Her hips rolled, churning up and down like the foaming dasher in a washing machine. Every time a section of his prick reappeared it was wetter and shinier with cuntjuice. Every time the fatty pads of her hairy cuntlips showed between their sweaty bodies, they were plumper, redder, plastered with more sopping curly cuntal hair. Even the little spike of her clitty, when the man rocked far enough sideways for Suzy to see it, looked bigger, redder, more eager to bore a hole in the man's belly.
They were almost totally linked now. She was moaning, urging, encouraging the man to feed her pussy more of that hot greasy fuck-stick, and her legs tightened on his hips with each stabbing stroke of his prick.
The sound of sweat-sticky flesh meeting and separating added to the noises in the little clearing. The constant muddy sucking was like a boot in a swamp. The sounds of cock going in and out of cunt were louder than the heavy breathing. The slapping sound of bellies meeting was like jungle mud on a wall, and the sweat splattered out onto the leaves around the struggling couple.
And it was a struggle. Suzy was sure he was killing the woman. The flexing legs, the swaying balls, the slapping noises, the agonized grunts made a fever flare in her loins. She watched, wondering how long it could go on. Forever?
Almost forever. At least, it seemed to keep going, keep building, keep accelerating forever. The man's ball-sac was lengthening, growing, and the oval masses of his nuts dangled further and further. They hit the upturned bases of the woman's asscheeks and bounced away, leading his prick's withdrawal. The couple were both panting, both grunting, both rolling from side to side as the mighty fuck-battle kept building.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh," the woman panted. "Oh, give oh, give, give, gimme more, babe! Gimme more, gimme all of it! Oh, oh, make me, make me feel it, feel it squirt! Oooh, oh-ho, oooh, I'm going to . . . I'm going to come, honey! Please, come with me, come with me," she warbled, her voice rising and falling like a yodeler's.
"Keep on, ooh, keep on," the man said. The tension showed from his feet to his ass. The muscles knotted up tight under his skin. "Baby, baby, baby, let me keep goin', let me get more, more cunt! Oh, yesss! yesss! Oh, hold off, honey, hold off!"
"I can't I can't! I'm gonna come, baby! Please, gimme!"
The leaves around them flew away when their bellies slapped together. The man's bare toes dug into the dirt. He levered up, raising the woman's ass off the jacket. His balls bounced sweatily and ricocheted off her ass. His cock pounded in her cunt, driving like the rods of a steam engine. He was fucking with all the power at his command, and she was thrusting her cunt furiously up at him.
Even the woman's asscheeks showed the tension of the fuck. They writhed. The muscles rolled. The smooth, sleek lines of her ass tensed and released. The bright red rim of her cunt was sucking at his prick, pulling out with him, then opening to show the pink slit inside when he gave her another pile-driver fuck-shove. The meaty sound of their bodies battling to come drowned even the gusts of their breaths.
She was arched like a bow. Her hands dug into his asscheeks. Her fingernails raked blood from his skin. Her ankles uncrossed and her feet beat on the backs of his thighs.
He fucked valiantly, trying to speed his own come to meet hers. The man knew she was going off, and the bubbling, churning, overwhelming simmer of semen in his cock was just short of boiling over. The smell of ball-sweat and cuntjuice was thick as fog in the clearing. He arched his back.
They were welded at the crotch, his cock pumping into her cunt, her cunt milking at the whole stabbing length of his prick. Sweat flew from his bobbing balls and cream dripped from her twisting, tensing asscheeks. With a wail the woman let go.
She flopped back onto the ground. The desperate, hurrying beat of her hips slowed to a regular, gasping tempo. She let a last moan go and her legs fell away from his hips.
He kept stuffing his prick to her. The battered pads of her labia were puffed out, bruised by the constant pounding of his fuck-thrusts. With a grunt, he arched up again. The beat of his cock in her cunt slowed, then speeded up again.
He was knotted all over with tension. His body looked hard as granite under the glossy sheen of his sweat. He threw meat to her, thrusting and pumping and jabbing into the regular, measured spasms of her cunt-flesh. With a bestial groan, he gave one last hard thrust and slowed.
"Unh! unh! unh!" he gasped. The whole zone from his ass hole to his balls pulsed in time to his snorting. His cock stayed buried ball-deep in her cunt arching deeper with the pumping motions of his spine. The woman under him let loose a long, rising wail, then went limp on the ground.
The man went on pumping for another half-dozen strokes, then he, too, fell limp. The reek of fucking surrounded them. They were collapsed in a sweaty, exhausted heap.
Suzy blinked. It was over so soon? That strange, rather nice feeling in her pussy had been getting nicer. She had forgotten about the time. All she wanted to do was stay and see if the violent, almost savage, actions of the couple would resume.
The man pulled back. He started to roll off, the greasy length of his prick popping out of the slot of the woman's cunt. His face turned toward Suzy.
The little girl scooted backward, barely getting her hands out of her panties in time to stop herself from falling over a branch. She was out of sight before she'd seen all of his face, but she was shaking from the closeness of her escape. Suzy hurried down the path toward school.
CHAPTER TWO
But the image stayed with her. Suzy couldn't concentrate on anything. Even when she was supposed to smile for the photographer, she thought about that unknown women's little wet hole parting for the hard width of the man's penis. Her lips parted and her eyes grew soft, and the look of sheer feminine heat on her face made the photographer grab four shots of her instead of the normal two. He hadn't seen a nymphet so pretty look so sexy in years.
Of course, Suzy couldn't see herself, so she didn't know she looked sexy. And in junior high school, not many of the other students would recognize a sexy look, so Suzy was safe from exposure. In every class, at every break, she thought about the scene she's seen in the park and the strange, ticklish-tingly feelings in her own body while she'd watched.
It was the first day in months that Suzy hadn't hung around the Junior Jesters, the eighth-grade gang. Usually she orbited the edges of the circle, hoping the "JJ's", as they signed themselves in spray paint, might notice her. There was no time for that today, though. She even stubbled over her excuse when little Stevie Lee, the Oriental JJ, busted her for dashing straight home instead of hanging around.
"Oh, umm, I have to go straight home today, Stevie," she'd stammered. "Ah, bu-Mom doesn't want anything to happen to my dress." She grabbed her books and bustled off.
Darn! I sure wasn't cool, she told herself. I acted just like a girl! Next thing I know, they'll be rushing me for TNT's! Gawd, I'd die if I had to join them and talk about the JJ's and the Jokers while the guys have all the fun!
Suzy didn't want to have anything to do with the TNT's. They had always seemed silly to her. What Suzy wanted was to join the male half of the gang, the JJ's. She knew nobody could be a Joker until high school, but every JJ she'd ever heard of became a Joker.
The Jokers and the TNT's considered themselves to be "social clubs", something like the Elks of the Moose that most of their parents belonged to. The difference was that most of the Moose didn't make their spare change by stealing or spend their spare time hanging out or playing pinball. All the TNT's went with Jokers, and almost all the Jokers dated TNT's. But the TNT's never did anything more exciting than toilet-papering another school and talking about boys, and that wasn't Suzy's style.
No, Suzy liked the JJ's. She wasn't quite as sure about the Jokers, but she'd always thought she might grow into liking them . . . after all, she was growing up alongside most of the JJ's, who would naturally become Jokers. And if she became a JJ, a Junior Jester, she'd grow up to be a Joker and have some real fun . .. whatever that real fun was.
She wouldn't get invited today. Her parents weren't home from work yet, so Suzy slammed through the front door and prepared to change her clothes. She had her green dress over her head and a hanger in one hand, when she remembered the strange feelings she'd had that morning. Just how much were those feelings connected to the man and woman she'd seen, and how much were they connected to the way she'd touched herself? Suzy hung her dress and decided to find out. She grabbed her long, slightly tattered pink robe, tossed it over her shoulders, and went into the bathroom to investigate those odd sensations.
She was just thirteen, just five-four, and just about the loveliest little thing you could imagine. She had Anglo-Irish features, not the putty-lump pastiness you'd likely see on Dublin or Belfast or London streets, but the kind of high-cheek-boned, clear-eyed, exquisitely fashioned features that seem perfect with a red velvet hunting jacket and a top hat when the prettiest aristocrat in seven counties rides to hounds. Her teeth were even and white, enough to frustrate the itchy fingers of any cosmetic dentist, and her lips looked always ready to break into a wide, inviting smile or pucker for a passionate kiss.
Not that Suzy was conceited about her looks. She knew just enough about makeup to realize that paint and powder couldn't imitate the paleness of her skin of the healthy glow at her cheekbones-even the lightest hand with a pencil would have spoiled the perfect black arches of her eyebrows. Her wavy black hair was always brushed away from her forehead, emphasizing the heart-like shape of her face and the small delicate point of her widow's peak. Still, she'd grown up with that face and it seemed quite, quite normal to see it daily in the mirror. And don't all fathers tell their daughters they're the prettiest girls in the world? She shed her robe and stood, pantied and braed, in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door.
Her breasts were thirty-five inches, measured across the tips of her pink nipples. Her hips were thirty-four, with the flat, taut shapes of her pert ass-cheeks adding very little to the luxurious width of her pelvis. Her waist was small, small enough that she hadn't bothered to measure it in the year and more she'd been taking on her womanly shape. But as with her face, she'd been growing up with that tight, delicious body long enough that it didn't seen exceptional to her. Suzy didn't understand why she heard whispers behind her when she crossed the school grounds. She even believed that the whistles she heard when she walked downtown were just men calling taxis. Suzy was, or had been util that very morning, almost totally naive.
Sure, she knew about the mechanics of sex, about vaginas and penises and testes and ovaries-her parents had been more than willing to sign the consent froms for the optional "family living" courses in sixth grade-but she knew about sex like she knew about geography and arithmetic. They're all taught because someday, in the adult world, you have to use what you've learned, like reading a map or balancing a checkbook or making a baby. Now it was time to actually go from Duluth to St. Petersburg, to count the apples and oranges, to investigate some of her classroom knowledge of her body. Maybe she could even find out why that lady in the park had been so noisy and so excited.
Her hands and feet, like the rest of her, were slender. They seemed normal to Suzy. She reached behind her back, straining the soft fabric of her C-cup bra, and unhooked the bandeau. She bent forward slightly and hung the double slingshot on the doorknob.
It was late spring and the last traces of last summer's tan barely showed against the slightly paler triangles where her halters had covered her titties. Her breasts weren't full-grown yet, and the pink aureoles had a little double-curve of their own, going in from the edges like the pale surface of the rest of each breast, then narrowing and pouting forward like little hand-bells, with the half-inch stubs of her nipples for handles. Even as she looked, the cool air in the bathroom made the tips stiffen slightly, bringing the squared-off ends almost an inch from the smooth circles of her aureoles. She decided to skin her panties down and look at the whole of her naked body before investigating any one part with her fingers.
The pale-blue scrap of her panties barely covered the tight little bulge of her pussy. Suzy hesitated just for a moment with her thumbs hooked in the waistband of her panties. Should she be doing this? Was it really right for her to look at herself instead of doing homework or housework or the dozens of other things teenage girls are supposed to do after school? A strange little tingle of naughtiness, something like the first shivery sensation she's felt while peeking through the bushes, raised goose bumps on her belly and buttocks. She stooped quickly, her titties jiggling with the hurried motions of stepping out of her panties.
There was a pale bikini-band across her hips, too, barely enough to accent the way her pelvis had stretched toward a full, womanly shape. With her fair, creamy skin, she never got very dark, but every spring she thought she should try to get a one of those deep, rich billboard tans. Suzy smoothed her palms over her hips and looked at the private secrecy of her pussy.
The hairs had been growing in and darkening for two years, but they still didn't conceal much of her pussy. The outer edges of her labia showed at either side of the vertical strip of glossy black curls, and the tight little crease between her pussylips peeked shyly out at the mirror. Suzy looked at the tidy, tasty little vee, then at her long legs.
Her calves and thighs flowed delectably up to the vase-like curve of her hips, but with no other body than her own to compare her image with, Suzy still didn't see anything exceptional. That tiny tickle of naughtiness still lurked at the base of her spine and between her smooth thighs, but that seemed natural enough. To Suzy, nakedness was just a temporary thing between dressing and undressing, and the novelty of standing still with no clothes on accounted for the shuddery feelings.
Her vision traveled from the tight little crease of her pussy to her slim waist, then to her breasts. The pink-tipped mounds didn't hand down even a fraction of an inch. She could see the little reverse-curve at the bottom of each titty and the narrow valley between them. Just at the edge of her suntan-line, the undersides of her breasts formed a softly curved "W", as sweet and creamy as twin scoops of ice cream. Suzy shrugged, then reached to turn on the shower. Maybe the warmth of water-wetness would somehow imitate the slippery, soupy feeling she'd had in her pussy that morning.
The mirror began to steam up. Suzy cranked the frosted-glass window open, her nipples moving in quick, blurry circles as she fought the stiff, overage crank on the sill. She sneaked a look at her profile in the mirror. Her nipples started standing up further, looking as pink and rubbery as pencil erasers. Suzy thought, "it's the cold air outside--the name reason I've got goose pimples on my arms. She peeked again and touched the end of one erecting tittie bud with a fingernail.
The paler pink circle of her aureole crinkled up. Little lines appeared, almost like an ancient city's map or one of the spiral maze-puzzles Suzy liked to work during boring classes. The tight nipple sent a little arrow of feeling down toward her pussy. Both her vagina and her rectum tightened up. She shivered and jumped into the shower, sliding the frosted door shut to keep the cold breeze out.
The Southern California tap water is rotten, loaded with minerals and chemicals and gunk, and Suzy knew better than to let the hot spray touch her face as she bent over to adjust the temperature. Her breasts swayed, hanging in perfect, bell-tipped cones. Steaming hot, then cold water sprayed over her titties and her belly. She opened her eyes again when she straightened up, safe from the irritant crap that crusted the pipes of her parents cramped old house. She pulled her black hair up with both hands and turned in a slow circle, wetting every inch of her skin. With her elbows level with the top of her head, the water blasted against her shoulders, her nape, her armpits, leaving shiny droplets everywhere.
Thoroughly wet, Suzy backed away from the showerhead. The scalding-freezing-lukewarm sequence of the shower spray had all but knocked the tingle out of her pussy. She wanted to see if it would come back. She took the soap from the shoulder-level dish and held it under the showerhead until it was good and slippery. Her elbows were tight against the out-sides of her breasts, pushing the inner curve of each titty into a deep, tight cleavage. She twisted her shoulders from side to side. The slithering of one titty on the other felt nice. She opened her eyes and watched.
With the soap held high in both hands, her nipples almost touched her forearms. Suzy's titty-tips turned a deeper, warmer pink as the shower spray caressed them. She knew that she was warm enough now, standing naked in the steamy spray. It wasn't the chill that made the tips of her nipples stand out. She touched the blunt end of one pebbly-hard titty-bud with a fingertip.
Suzy drew her breath in sharply. Just touching the sensitive tip sent a shiver through her. She drew a soapy circle around the base of the thumb-like point, barely touching the sides of her titty-button. The rim crinkled up again, and her muscles tightened up along with it.
Suzy liked that. She didn't know why, but it felt very nice, not just at the aureole, but all through her breast. The feeling radiated through the whole mound. She took the bar of soap and rubbed it all over the end of her titty, moving around and around until little bubbles of lather filled the tiny creases in her taut corona.
That sensation wasn't as sharp, as penetrating as her fingernail had felt on her nipple, but it made the little chill at the base of her pussy intensify. Suzy tried to ignore the warming sensuality between her tight-pressed thighs. She concentrated on the strange throb in her nipple.
She could feel every ridge and whorl in her fingerprint when she slathered it around her soapy nipple. Even the sides of the hard central spike and the pink aureole were alert to the tiny roughness of her fingertip and the slick skidding of the soap. Suzy soaped the palm of her hand and covered the whole pink circle of her nipple. She let the soap fall.
She could separate out every little part of the sensation, but it seemed to add up to a lot more than the sum of the parts. The feeling in her hand was nice, but not super. The sensation of heaviness in her titty was odd, but pleasant. The compression of her hard nipple had a strange, edgy overtone, something like the memory of fingernails on a blackboard, but when it happened along with the other sensations, it was definitely nice, as if the little nerves radiating out from the center were tiny wires of warmth and pleasure. It was so exotically sensuous that it almost hurt, but the near-painfulness of it made Suzy want to go on with the lewd act.
Suzy decided to give the first nipple a rest. She started on the other. It reacted the same way as the first titty-bud had, but faster. Her free nipple had been shrinking back down, but it sprang to life again when Suzy soaped it. She had to use both hands to control the slippery bar once she'd picked it up, holding her elbows in tight against her ribs. The blood racing in her titties made the mounds throb. They felt even heavier, more needful. When she stopped playing with the nipples, the firm surrounding flesh felt dull, overfull, as if it wanted to tell her to titillate the tips again. She bit her lower lip and leaned into the spray to rinse her titties, then re-soaped her hands.
For the first time in her life, Suzy noticed the difference between just washing herself and paying full attention to every sensation. Before, she'd just dashed into the shower, rinsed, dried, and dressed again. This time, she handled her titties lovingly, caressing them all over with the slippery, sweet-scented soap. Even the deep narrow valley of her cleavage and the little double-dip curves underneath each conical titty got lots of luxurious treatment. When Suzy had spread the foaming lather all over each breast, she kept sliding her hands around. When the throb in her titties built up to an ache, she pushed her breasts tightly together and rolled her palms on the outer swell of each tit. She avoided the sharp, tingly thrill of touching the tips for a moment. Suzy spread her fingers wide and let the dark-pink nipples jut out between them. She pinched the sides of her nipples between her fingers. Her jaw dropped in a gasp of surprised heat. She straightened her fingers and pushed with her palms.
Her titties didn't naturally meet in the middle, so the pressure of creating the tight cleft was a novelty. She pressed the outsides, feeling the soft, feminine slipperiness of her cleavage slithering up and down. Her skin was so soft, so awfully sensitive to the soapy sliding sensation, that Suzy started to moan. With her fingertips curling back in again to push on her areolas, Suzy felt every nerve in her bosom clamoring with pleasure. She pressed more sensuality into her titty-tips and the nerves stood up and saluted. Her nipples poked over an inch past her fingertips, Precious, delicious tension built up inside the points as the skin stretched. "Oh, g-g-gawd," she stammered.
Suzy was breathing hard when she finally let go of her nipples. All the rising heat of those delicious feelings made her feel guilty. Anything so nice couldn't be quite right, could it? Suzy thought she'd better just get on with the normal business of showering.
There was a problem with that, though. Her nerves were too sensuously alert now. She'd paid too much attention to the sensations of slippery hands on her skin and the coolness of the soap. It was hard to push that consciousness out of her mind. She lathered. Even her wrists and shoulders felt more alive, more alert than they ever had before, but Suzy convinced herself it was just the effect of the slow careful motions of her hands.
There was still a flood of rich soapy later on her bosom, so Suzy slid her hands down her ribs and started soaping her belly. The little muscles in her crotch contracted as her hands moved lower. The smooth double curve of her belly and the indented cup of her navel accepted the soap. That chilly, half-scary, half-pleasant feeling started in her pussy again.
She knew the mouth of her vagina was tightening up again, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. The worrisome part was the strange, almost itchy sensation just a couple of inches above her pussy-hole. She thought of the way the pink stub of the woman's clitty had stood up while Suzy had watched that morning. She decided not to lather her cunny just yet-no telling what might happen. With the residue of guilt from playing with her titties still lingering in the back of her mind, there was no sense in risking arousing the hidden secrets of her pussy . . . that might make her feel too good, and then she would feel too guilty.
Even with the swirling clouds of steam that filled the bathroom, Suzy's pert bottom was getting dry again. She turned her back to the showerhead and soaped the front of each thigh, then bent over to wash her feet and calves. The spray blasting between her legs rinsed the soap off almost as soon as she rubbed it on, so Suzy didn't linger in that position long.
She couldn't. With the main blast of the shower beating against her asscheeks and spraying the furry little stripe around her vagina, distressing feelings started rising in her as surely as the red line rises in a thermometer. The splashing warmth heated her skin. Her asscheeks blushed the way her face and breasts had when she'd watched the couple screwing in the park.
But it wasn't the rising temperature that made her hold her breath and move her hips in a sensuous circle. The spray of warm water that tickled her rectum and beat against the little pads of her labia started another tingle. It was a shivery chill, even stronger than she'd felt when she was soaping her titties, Suzy had to stand straight up, her back to the showerhead, and step away from the lewd arousal the warm water caused in her pussy.
She tried to get her breath. She was shaking all over. Becoming so suddenly alert to all the reservoirs of sensuality in her body was a little scary for a thirteen-year-old girl. So many things were happening on and under her skin that Suzy had trouble sorting them out.
Bending over had made her titties feel heavier. They were already hungry for more touches, slick, soapy, kiss-like touches. The same position that aroused her breasts had exposed her pussy-crack to the spitting spray, and that made the whole middle of her body vibrate. Even when she turned around to rinse the rest of the soap off, Suzy still felt strange. .
The shower was like a thousand tiny fingers tapping and caressing every inch of her skin. Her throat, her nipples, her breasts, her thighs.. . even the puffy little strips of her pussylips seemed to reach out for the warm set touch of the shower spray. Suzy stepped to the back of the tub to catch her breath again.
The warm water beat on the over-scoured, dull porcelain of the old tub. A little spray ricocheted, overlapping her feet and ankles. Suzy realized she had the soap in her hand. She began to spread a little lather over her bottom, trying to calm herself enough to put her thoughts in order.
Am I supposed to be thinking this way? My brain feels kind of fuzzy, but my body's really. .. aware... of everything. It's weird-not scary-weird but. . .
Didn't Mom or somebody .. . Am I supposed to feel things, this much, touch myself all these ways? It seems like it's better than anything I'm allowed to do...
But I don V just do the things I'm supposed to, or the things I'm allowed to do-and nobody's caught me yet! The vague, half-forgotten prohibition bothered her, but since she couldn't get hold of it, Suzy pushed it out of her mind. She somehow knew that any rule so vague that she couldn't even remember it wouldn't stop one of the Junior Jesters. She turned around and backed up to rinse her bottom.
Even with the enticing memory of the spray playing so tantalizingly over her pussy, Suzy wasn't going to bend over. Sure, that rule wouldn't stop a JJ, but even JJ's didn't do things just because there were rules against them. Besides, the hot water would be gone soon and she wouldn't have washed completely. Suzy looked up at the drops of condensation on the ceiling and rubbed the soap across her love mound.
Her curly black cuntal hairs caught and trapped the foamy bubbles. She bent her knees and squatted slightly, spreading lather back to her rectum. She rubbed the area with both hands, then reached up and put the soap back in the tray.
Her head stayed bent back, her eyes wandering over the old paint on the ceiling. She tried to think of anything but the way her hands felt on her pussy. She didn't dare look at the curly black hairs or the soapy wedge of her vulva. Even when she felt her nipples rising again, Suzy refused to look. Even a single glance might bring back the picture of that woman's splayed-open cunt and the man's huge glans sliding into the red oval mouth of it. There was already enough guilty conflict struggling in her mind without comparing her own young pussy to the red greasy hairiness of the .park lady's cunt.
Her attempts to push those thoughts away made them stay, of course, and Suzy couldn't help noticing the pleasurable feeling when her soap-slick fingers smeared new tingles into her nerves. She turned around and thought about moving into the shower spray again, but her feet stayed put. Her fingers lingered in the soft curls of her cuntal fluff, twining in and out of the inch-long hairs in a slow, lascivious investigation of her pussy-beard.
Suzy closed her eyes and tried to sort out the feelings moving up and down her spine. The central stripe of her pussy-crevice was warm to the touch, and it seemed slipperier than just the soap could have made it. She rubbed two fingers through the tight grooves at the sides of her mons, between the outer labia and the hinges of her thighs. When her fingertip went back between the puffy lips, the groove was still slippery, maybe even a little slipperier and a little warmer. Soap didn't behave that way.
Suzy moved forward until the water beat against her cunt-hairs. The slick fluid stayed in her crease. Soap would have melted away. Suzy cupped the warm, puffy area with her hand and the oozy coating spread a little.
She felt a little trembling. Her knees were weak, not quite reliable. Suzy took her hand away from her pussy for a moment, framing the plump little love mound with her fingers and thumbs. She pushed the last shred of doubt out of her mind and rolled her hips forward, offering her pussy to the spray. Without a thought, Suzy's fingers moved and the lips of her virginal pussy parted.
The water beat down on the revealed crease. The inner petals of her pussy vibrated like a little motor. Suzy's jaw dropped. Sharp pinpricks of water beat more arousal into her pussy. Shaking, reaching back with one hand to steady herself, Suzy sat down.
She'd grabbed the showerhead on the way down and turned it to the wall. The spray cooled, traveling further to touch her, but Suzy didn't care. Her nipples grew hard as twin pebbles under the cooler water, and every drop made them quiver like the touch of a tiny whip would have. "Ummm," she purred. Lovely! I didn't know. .. couldn't imagine. . . oooh, my breasts!
Oh, MY! My pussy! Suzy shook all over. She put her fingers beside her cunt-mouth again. Her pussy was even greasier than before. That strange oily fluid coated the whole zone even before she spread it around. Suzy opened her legs until her knees touched the sides of the bathtub.
She still wouldn't look at her pussy. Suzy leaned back until her head touched the edge of the tub. The steam was thick enough now that the little girl couldn't see the ceiling at all. She squeezed her titties between her upper arms, pressing her cleavage in until it was tight and deep again. Her nipples throbbed. Suzy wanted to mash them into her titties and roll them until they ached with heat, but her pussy demanded her fingers, too.
She pressed her fingertips into the tight little grooves at the outer edges of her cuntlips. She dug at the taut tendons along the insides of her thighs. She moved her fingers back and forth, relishing the soft, erotic sliding of her inner lips against each other. The oozing cream all over them made the little folds feel as soft and delicate as some exotic flower.
Suzy closed her eyes. She moaned, "Oh, yes, oh, my gawd, yes!" She pressed her forefingers against the slick little strips of her inner pussylips. Even the slippery little crease between them, the floor of the tiny valley that ran from her vagina to her clitty, slithered back and forth. Her pussy heated until it felt like a glowing pink light on her nerves. Every slippery, slithery cell along the center of her pussy soaked up thrills and sent them along her spine.
But there was another focus of feeling growing just beneath her thumbs. It became stronger as Suzy worked her fingertips alongside the mouth of her cunny. She knew she couldn't bear to look at that incredibly hot-feeling zone-if her cuntlips weren't as red, if her clitty wasn't as erect, if her hole wasn't gasping as wide as that woman's had been, it would have broken her heart.
She shouldn't have worried. Even though her clitty felt like a white-hot ember at the top of her crease, it was pearly pink, glistening as it peeked from under the puffy swollen triangle of its hood. Even though the tight rubbery membrane of her cherry still held her vagina from opening wide, her inner lips had puffed out until a meaty, eager red stripe showed along the full length of her modest little bush. The fever-blush had spread to the tops of her thighs and the very edges of her sweet asscheeks. Her skin looked even redder against the dull white of the tub.
But Suzy didn't need to look at herself. She started working her thumbs, sliding them up and down on the plump little bulge above her crease. The thumbs were just in the edge of her cunt-fuzz. The hairs tugged at her pussylips and made her loins hotter, more eager for whatever intense peak her feelings were climbing toward.
The whole vee of her cunny moved under her hands, squeezing up and down, pouting outward then opening again under the kneading motions of her fingers and thumbs. Suzy knew it was the start of something that would involve her whole body. There was a hungry throbbing in her belly, definitely connected to the heat in her pussy and the throbbing of her nipples. It wasn't like a food-hunger ... it was a deep, thumping need, a hollowness that sucked at her whole body from its center in the middle of her wide pelvis.
Suzy pushed her pussy upward. She moved from side to side. She forgot about the hot water running out, about what Junior Jester would or wouldn't do, about everything but the insistent hunger in her pussy and the hollow need in her belly. She put the tips of her middle fingers right at the edges of her cunt-mouth and smeared the oozing juices around. She caressed the tiny oval slit of her pussy-mouth, running her fingers up and down again and again. She pushed her fingertips inside and tugged it wider.
The tight little muscle pulled back against her fingers, then relaxed. She pulled again and it tightened and relaxed in time with the squirming, writhing motions of her bottom on the floor of the bathtub. Suzy sucked in a deep breath and pressed one fingertip into the center of her vaginal slit.
Her pussy kissed at it! Suzy was amazed. The tiny opening moved back and forth, contracting and releasing again like a miniature mimicry of the meaty slobbering winking of the cunthole she'd watched that morning. The drooling cuntal cream she'd been smearing over her pussy rolled faster from her vagina. It slithered, warm and thick and heavy, along her finger. Suzy probed deeper, wiggling her fingertip in to the first joint.
Now that hollow, thumping hunger in her belly had something to please it-not enough, but something. Suzy tried to feed another fingertip into her vagina, but the slippery clasping ring of her cuntal sphincter wouldn't quite let it fit. She let a little squeak of frustration escape. Her breath caught. The sound was almost a sob ... a desperate sob.
Suzy hadn't listened to herself, but she was making little noises almost constantly now. She wormed her finger deeper, searching out more and more sensitive nerves. She cooed. When her fingernail scrapped the tender tissues, she squeaked.
The fingertips that couldn't fit into her cunthole moved away. Suzy pushed her fingertip further into her pussy, trying to touch the center of that pounding hollowness within her. Her other hand automatically went to her breasts.
The thick pussy-cream on her fingers was even more sensuously arousing than the soap had been. Her nipples stood up rock-hard and sent telegraphic ribbons of heat to her pussy. Thick, slow-spreading fluid coated her nipples, warming the ends of her breasts and the sensitive pink rings of her aureoles like a magic potion. Suzy stretched her long, slender fingers wide and captured the ends of both titties.
Her nipples flashed heat to her brain, then more red-hot nerves sent impulses straight to her clitoris. Suzy pressed the heel of her hand against the top of her love mound, trapping her clitty and rolling it in the hot little pulpit of protective flesh.
The little come trigger shot sparks outward. The hot jolts of feeling lanced all through her loins. Suzy's vagina squeezed down, tightening on her fingertip. The empty feeling in her belly was bigger now, still howling for more than just the fingertip she'd gotten into her pussy-mouth, but the sharp heat ripping from her clitty almost made up for it. Suzy somehow knew that the charge building up in her clitoris would wipe out the hunger when it crested. She felt the certainty in her mind as if she'd known it all her life, but she didn't have the faintest idea of how the knowledge had gotten there. It had appeared, growing like the heat grew in her pussy, and both the idea and the horniness were absolutely certain.
Suzy's heart pounded. She slid down in the tub until her heels touched her ass. She lay writhing on her back, her entire body rolling and twisting in time to the cascade of sensations in her breasts and her clit and her cunthole.
She was spattered with little drops of water. Lines of soapy bubbles dripped down her asscheeks, trailing off her busily fingered cunt. Her titties rolled on her chest like living things, mashing out under her hand. She gasped and moaned constantly, helping herself along the long ride with little noises that the shower spray drowned out. The sheer power of the feelings in her body amazed her. She knew she'd never felt anything so strong, so fantastically good.
Something was starting. The excitement was still building, but it had changed. Every push of her hand against her clitty, every squeezing caress of her hard nipples, brought her closer to understanding that strangely changed feeling. Her titties didn't ache any more, they didn't throb. They demanded that Suzy twist and mash and squeeze them until the change had gone all the way.
Suzy's eyes were wide open. She stared up into the steam. The grey-white clouds had lowered almost to the top of the tub. Her mouth was open, gasping for air. She mewed like a kitten, begging for the feeling to crest in her. With every twist and plunge of her fingertip into her cunthole, she pleaded for her body to respond, to take her further.
With a huge, grinding push of her palm, Suzy flattened her cuntlips into a thin pad of heat. A jabbed flash of lightning ripped from her mashed clit to her brain. Every nerve and muscle in her body went tight as a fiddle string, then slacked again. Suzy jammed another fingertip into her cunt.
She begged with herself. She worked her fingers back and forth, wrestling each other against the other and against the cream-slick walls of her cunt-sleeve. Her hand was soaked with juice. The satiny folds of her cuntwalls sucked her fingers, then moved away as she twisted her hand and her hips. Suzy's cunt wrapped around her fingers like living jelly. Every part of her body seemed to be right at the center of her cunt. Suzy sucked in a huge breath and held it. Her palm pounded the protective pocket of her clit against the hard arch of her pubic bone.
A tidal wave of feeling hit her. Her cunt clamped down. Her fingers locked solid in the swampy little slot. Her hips bucked. Her ass came off the floor of the tub. She pushed harder, grinding all the wet soft heat around her clitty against her pubic bone.
Her other hand dug into her tits. She held her arched position for half a second, then fell. Her breath gusted out. All the horny tension built up in her belly and broke down. The first contraction slacked, sending sheets of frozen flame along her nerves. Every cell in Suzy's body became a beacon of sparkling light.
Another cunt-tightening pulse hit. The power of her cuntal sphincter astounded her. The squeezing muscle twisted her fingers. Ripples moved up her cuntwalls, flowing from the mouth to the hollow center so deep inside. Her other hand tightened again on her tits.
Suzy lay back, shower spray bouncing off her skin, her hips rising and falling with the repeated peaks of her orgasm. Suzy had never felt anything so lovely, so sensuous. The long rippling waves of her first orgasm continued.
Her mouth stretched in a lazy smile. Suzy began to laugh between the pulses. It was strangely, happily familiar, as if she'd forgotten for a minute what would happen. I should have known, she thought.
Her hand fell away from her breasts. Her pussy sucked at her fingers. Suzy lay back to enjoy.
CHAPTER THREE
I like Mom and Dad, but they can be such a pain! Why does it matter if I want to take a walk at night instead of hanging around and watching TV with them?
And I wish Mom wouldn't say the JJ's are "a bunch of hoodlums." They're just the neighborhood kids. Why in heck would I want to go clear across town to visit one of her friends' simpy daughter? That Alicia's a dud. I bet she's gonna grow up to be a manicurist and part-time Avon lady just like her stupid mother! Heck, the only girl around here anywhere near my age is
Mary Elizabeth Wiggins, and she won't even talk to me. How can she have two brothers in the JJ's and one in the Jokers and be such a cluck? I don't understand how Eddie's twin sister can be that way.
Suzy scuffed across the street, kicking her sneaker at a tar strip. The mercury-vapor light over the intersection cast a flat silver-blue glow that made Suzy's shadow short, deep and soft on the asphalt.
Suzy stepped up onto the curb. She was less than a hundred feet from her house, but all the buttoned-up dwellings around were as indifferent as if she didn't exist. She looked down the sloping street to the west, toward the park and downtown. The haze beyond the trees, three blocks away, glowed with the reflected lights of the business district. The tall eucalyptus looked inky-black against the fuzzy light. She looked to her left, down the other slope of the hill. Suzy saw a tall, gangly figure cross under the streetlight, a smaller person walking alongside.
She decided against walking straight toward them. Suzy headed west, planning to meet them two blocks west and one block south. None of the JJ's parents lived near that intersection, and an overgrown monkey-puzzle tree shaded the streetlight. Hedges and other landscaping soaked up the sounds of voices or scuffling, and the traffic through the park almost never turned along either Locust or Shore streets. Next to the corner where Suzy started from, it was the best hangout for a half-mile in any direction.
Suzy slumped along in tight Levi's and a baggy black sweatshirt. She'd felt a little daring leaving her bra off after her shower, but her nipples had felt so sensitive that Suzy couldn't bear the thought of confining her breasts in the cups again. She was beginning to outgrow it anyway, and the Wiltons' finances didn't take well to buying another half-dozen flopper-stoppers.
"Umm-hmm," she said softly. That did feel nice, even if I was all wrinkled by the time I could get out of the shower. Felt like a prune.
Nighttime, with all these quiet houses around . . . it almost makes me feel like doing it again. It's dark enough. I suppose I could go over to the park. Nobody could see me there, and they sure could if they looked outside right here.
But nobody here ever looks outside. There's never anybody but the kids out at night, the kids and one or two after-dinner walkers. Even old Floyd and Shirley, the winos, stay home and watch TV until they pass out.
That's funny, that I would feel-I guess it's sexy walking around, with all those people all around me, inside their houses. The image of the couples she'd watched in the park flashed across Suzy's mind. I wonder how many of these people do that.
Suzy grinned to herself. It's not just "doing that." I know the word. "Fuck," she whispered, then a little louder, "fuck!"
She was almost to the JJ's corner before she realized it. The sex-itchy feeling her solo walk had given her had distracted her, letting her walk automatically toward the meeting place. Suzy heard Tom West's voice, much deeper and slower than the other boys', and she halted against the shadowy bulk of a hedge thirty feet from the knot of boys.
"We can do it, man, I know we can!" His voice was low, but suppressed excitement threatened to burst through. "That old fart really pees me off. He wouldn't even take my bottles today ... said he doesn't take supermarket bottles!" Tom West, the Weasel, was outraged.
"Shee-it, Weasel, he won't take your bottles 'cause he knows you're a wimp." That was Eddie Wiggins, Mary Elizabeth's twin brother, the youngest of the three Wiggins boys.
"Shut up, Eddie," Tom said. "Besides, he took Hambone's bottles, and David's the real wimp."
Dave Hammond punched, and Suzy heard the thump of the short, fat boy's hand against the Weasel's nylon jacket. "Hey, fuck-err, you wanna see who's the wimp?" Hambone dodged back, shadowboxing against the single long-arm swat the Weasel laid toward him. "Come on, I'll kick your skinny butt!"
"Fuck off, David." That was Jimmy Wiggins, the star burglar of the group. "How'd you figure we can rip old Dovel? He's got that alarm and lights in both sides of his store."
"I don't know, man, but I know we can, and that's what counts. Dig it, we can push that wormy ass hole right outta the neighborhood. I heard him bitchin' about havin' to drop his insurance on the store last week. If we rip him, he'll hafta split!"
Harvey Morales broke in. "Outtasite! You know how much beer he's got in that fuckin' cooler? Ol' Coyote can get inta that! Owooo!"
Suzy faded back, away from the street corner. She didn't like Mr. Dovel any more than the rest of the kids did, but this wasn't the right time to hang around.
Suzy was sure, no matter how much the JJ's talked about thieving, that they wouldn't actually do it. She liked action, and the Weasel never had made a plan the other Junior Jesters would go along with.
It was a warm night and dark. Suzy didn't want to go home-home was cramped and bright, with her mother and father too near, taking up her breathing room-but she didn't have any particular destination in mind. Suzy headed for the dark band of eucalyptus at the edge of the park.
Suzy watched her step under the trees, moving as slinky and as quiet as a cat. Her pale hands were stuffed deep in her pants pockets and her hair fell forward at the sides of her face, making the little girl as much a part of the shadows at the dark spaces between the tree trunks. She'd felt alone, different, never able to fit in with either the boys or the girls for a long time, so she'd spent many night hours wandering like a ghost around the edges of the park. There was a rusty chain-link fence near the edge of the grove, a hundred-foot section connected to nothing, and Suzy automatically turned when she was within twenty feet of it. The first night, she'd walked right into it, but tonight she followed it to the end.
The city had half-assed around enough with the park that there were oaks surrounding the eucalyptus, dividing the grove from a picnic area grassy, smooth picnic area. One big oak stood out fifty feet into the plush lawn, growing low and bushy over a large area. Suzy climbed up the guy wire that helped keep it from falling and worked her way into the branches.
Dark blue stuck high in dark green on a dark night
. . . Suzy was the next thing to invisible there in her brooding spot. She never climbed that tree in the daytime, only at night. That preserved the secrecy of the four comfortable, fall-proof spots in her tree, kept it private from all those others who were so different from her. Suzy crawled out from the trunk. Where waist-thick branch grew horizontally, then forked before rising again, she settled in. She put her feet on one limb, and propped her back against another. It was perfect camouflage, dark cloth, dark leaves, dark night, with the slantwise rays from a streetlight illuminating the silvery grass right under her. Suzy could watch the houses and the street and every scattered table in the picnic area without moving from a leafy pocket of shadow.
Masturbating. That was what bothered her. As soon as she'd finished and recovered her breath, Suzy remembered her mother slapping her hand for touching herself. She couldn't have been over two . . . maybe it had happened more than once. Suzy closed her eyes and leaned back. Was it really wrong? It sure didn't feel wrong-she couldn't remember anything feeling so right. If it wasn't, why didn't her parents say so? Sure, you wouldn't do it in public or anything, but ...
It was a twisted-up, confusing problem. Suzy knew very well that her parents had told her things that weren't true, but it wasn't as if they'd lied to her. It was misleading her, giving her simple explanations for things she couldn't understand.
But now that I've felt it, I'm sure I can understand it! Suzy shifted a little on the branch. The crotch seam of her pants cut into the center of her love mound. She wiggled, tugging at it with one hand. Well, heck! I'm all alone. . . nobody can see me. She unsnapped the top button of her fly and snaked her hand down inside her panties.
The feeling was there, but it wasn't as urgent as it had been that afternoon. Suzy cupped her labia in her fingers. She leaned back against the branch, closed her eyes, tried to concentrate on the warm, soft, comforting feeling of holding her pussy.
Suzy laid her middle finger along the virginal little crevice between her labia. The slit was moist, as usual, but it certainly wasn't as hot or slippery as it had been. She undid another button and wormed her fingertip downward until it barely touched the little dimple at the mouth of her vagina.
Warmer there. Feels nice, just me by myself again, no hurry, no trouble. . . . Suzy let her other hand slide up under her sweatshirt. She rubbed her palm lightly over the firm mound of one breast.
Smooth . . . I wish my skin were this smooth all over, this soft and silky. Her tongue-tip slipped across her lower lip. Suzy opened her mouth slightly, noticing the slightly gluey feeling at the corners of her lips. It reminded her of the way her inner labia half-stuck together before parting under the easy pressure of a fingertip. She heard voices, but ignored them. The man and woman who spoke would pass by and she'd be alone again soon, peacefully caressing herself up in her tree.
The voices didn't go away. Suzy's eyes opened. They were closer, much closer. The female giggled, then gave a breathy little moan.
She recognized the voice . .. both voices! It was Kathy West, the Weasel's tall blonde sister, giggling and talking and playing around with Gary Wiggins.
But that wasn't all, not by a long shot. Suzy twisted her neck to look down as Gary and Kathy walked straight to her tree and flopped down right under her. Those were the same voices she'd heard in the park, the same voices that had dragged her off the path and introduced her to the sights and sounds of hot, sweaty fucking. Suzy sat up, moving as quickly and as carefully as possible. She pulled her hands out of her clothing and tried to button up again, but her pants were pulled half-down. Dam! Dam! Damn! Suzy grabbed a limb and twisted her hips. The tree shook, rattling the brittle leaves, and she cringed. What if they look up? I've had it.'
Gated, what if he did see me this morning? Suzy tried again to tug at her pants, but the writhing in the tree had pulled them down another two inches. Now the half-open fly showed the pale gleam of her white panties, and the panties themselves let a quarter-inch of pussy-hair show. A knot on a limb had hooked her sweatshirt almost up to her titties, and the cool air made her nipples stand up like tents on a mountaintop. Suzy tried to sink into herself, to disappear, to will herself to be anywhere but right there right then.
But Kathy and Gary hadn't looked up to see the pale gleam of her stomach or her panties or the finger's-width of black pussy-hairs. They were busy with their own business, and it was just about the same business as they'd attended to that morning. With the streetlight casting their shadows long on the ground, the couple grappled, rolling around, their arms tangled around each other like snakes. Gary's hand went under the back of Kathy's loose blouse. Kathy rolled under him, her hands diving down the back of his jeans, pulling the waistband until Suzy, above them, could see the dark wide line of his asscrack between the silver-blue moons of his buttocks.
Suzy saw their mouths in profile, the wet gleam of saliva leaking from the sloppy, sliding seal of their moving lips, the moving bulges of wrestling tongues writhing like tentacles when their lips parted for an instant. The little girl was nearly as close as she'd been that morning, but tonight she could see every bit of the couple. The branch she lay on was a scant seven feet off the ground and the leaves and limbs around her seemed to funnel the gasping sounds of hot breathing straight to her ears. Suzy blinked. She watched Gary and Kathy and felt her pussy grow warm and moist against the taut pressure of her twisted Levi's. Suzy's hand stole toward her crotch before she realized they might hear her struggling to get enough clearance to finger herself.
Kathy's pants were halfway down her hips, with Gary's hands struggling against the wide, pale hemispheres of her asscheeks. Both of them kept rolling over and over, wrestling around, first one on top, then the other. They made hungry, almost bestial sounds as they thrashed around, panting, groaning, tangling their legs together with the heavy sliding sound of cloth on cloth punctuating their heated gasps.
They stopped kissing, stopped fondling and pawing and caressing each other long enough to strip off their pants. Gary half-tore his shirt in his hurry to take it off, and when he spread it on the ground, Kathy plopped her naked ass right in the center of it. Their pants were wadded up beside them, and the tall blonde girl pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it away.
Suzy envied Kathy's body, the large, pink-brown nipples, the high-set, cantaloupe-like size tits, the full, plump rounds of her asscheeks. Kathy's bush was bigger, too, and it already glistened wetly in the light. Suzy wished she were seventeen, like Kathy, and grown-up enough to have such a body.
But she really wanted to see Gary's cock again. He half-fell onto Kathy's torso, and the shadows concealed his prick. Suzy strained her eyes, but she couldn't quite see it. Could it really have been as big as she'd thought? Something like that was far too thick, far too long to fit into her own pussy . . . her fingertips had proved that. She held onto the tree with her arms and legs and felt the comforting pressure of the branch against her crotch. Suzy felt her flimsy panties snag on the rough bark. She'd have to stay still until Gary and Kathy left.
But it didn't look as if they were about to leave, both naked, both gleaming with traces of sweat in the cool night air. Kathy's large, soft titties rolled like pillowcases full of pudding as she twisted her torso. Gary reached for them, clamping both hands around the base of one breast and squeezing.
Up in the tree, Suzy could barely stifle a gasp at the sight. She could almost feel hands on her own firm titties, almost feel the taut distension of her skin over the forced-up flesh. Her hips started moving again. She rubbed her pussy on the branch and tried to imagine what Kathy was feeling.
The hands on her tits made Kathy's nipples stretch. The internal pressure lit her titty-points with a lusty fire that made them itch to be kissed, and when Gary finally lowered his mouth to them, Kathy thought she would go insane.
He licked across the tip of one nipple with the flat of his tongue, then nibbled at her aureole with his teeth. Kathy felt his fingers skid on the sweat-slick slipperiness of her skin. She rolled her hips lewdly, pushing one thigh against the down-jutting spar of his prick. She wanted him badly, almost too badly to bear. Every move she made was an open invitation for Gary to take her pussy, to use it and do whatever he wanted with the dripping-hot femininity of her loins.
Gary slid one hand down the front of her twisting abdomen, caressing, rollicking over the slender curve of her waist. His voice came in grunts, then in a single moan as his thick fingers threaded through the dark forest of cunt-hairs over her labia. He found the wide, juice-greased split between her cuntlips and slicked a finger through the gash.
Kathy's breath tore faster through her throat. She pushed her pelvis up against his hand, offering the wide, gushing mouth of her vagina to his fingers. Her slit felt the pressure of his palm. Sparkling messages shot from her pussy to her brain, hot little flashes of lusty delight. "Oh, baby, down there, down there," she moaned, pushing at Gary's head. His lips pulled away from her hard-suck nipples with a tug that sent even more lascivious need down to her crotch.
Gary let her hands move him down. He ran his fingers around each of her luscious titties again, then licked the little under curve of each breast as if he couldn't bear to move away from those fantastic, rolling delights. He buried his face in her cleavage, struggling against the downward pressure of her hand. His palms covered the outside of her big pillowy tits and mashed the sweaty, woman-smelling valley between them against his face. "Goddamn, Kathy, I could suck these tits all night!" He rolled his twisted face from side to side and the soft mounds pressed against his nose, his mouth, his eyeballs.
"Gary, honey, I could let you," Kathy moaned, "if my pussy wasn't so hot! I need it, baby, I need you!" She swiveled her hips, moving as fluidly as a boneless snake. She felt Gary's hand move to her love mound, and she concentrated on the tug of every cunt-hair and the swampy warmth flowing between her labia. It felt like Gary's hand had gathered her whole love mound into a tight, juicy wad of the purest, hottest lubricious fluids she'd ever felt.
Gary growled. His face slid downward. Kathy held her breath, knowing that Gary would eventually find his way to the sweet, gushing wedge of her pussy. She held as still as she could, waiting for him, but she wanted to fling her knees wide and thrust the hollow hungry emptiness of her cunt up at his face. She kept running her fingertips over his head while she waited.
Gary slipped his arms under her thighs, still kissing and licking and biting at the smooth double-dome swell of her belly. Kathy's legs bent over his shoulders. He leaned forward and Kathy's ass came off the ground. Her cunt was juicy and eager enough to smell. The thick, heavy aroma closed in around him like a fog. The smell made his cock so stiff it felt ready to break off. He could have fucked a hole in the tree trunk with that steely borer, fucked right through solid oak. He rose to his knees and cupped one of her slick asscheeks in each hand. Gary took a deep breath of the rich odors of her pussy, then buried his face in the sopping, oily, aromatic center of her snatch.
Kathy could have died happy right then. Gary's mouth opened wide and took her cunt in, all but the very top of the fatty pad over her pubic bone. She felt a lewd suction start, a suction that competed with the hollowness in her guts. The puffy slices of her sopping labia slipped into his mouth. Her cunthole gushed juice and the cream mingled with his spit. Kathy was ready to float away on a river of fluid that bathed her whole crotch. A trickle leaked past her lower lips and hot juices washed over her ass hole. Her sphincters went loose when the warm flood hit and Kathy let out a low, passionate moan.
She felt the first teasing lick of his tongue. Kathy gasped. He always started like that, sending her higher and higher, half-frustrating her by touching his tongue between her cunt-mouth and tip of her come-trigger. She bent her knees further, trying to pull him against her pussy. Kathy tried to drive her hips at him, tried to roll until her cunt or her clit could capture his tongue, but Gary wouldn't give in. He would eat her his way, no matter how much she moaned and groaned and struggled.
Kathy had had a quick, flashing peak, a single wave of come-force, when Gary'd sucked her whole pussy into his mouth. It didn't fade away. She was still as hot for him, still as thrillingly high, but the chance of a full orgasm moved out of reach, like a candy cane on a chandelier. Kathy sobbed. It was a sound of pure, horny need.
Kathy already knew what Gary would do next. He squeezed her asscheeks together, helping her to push her pussy up at his face again. When she shoved the starving stripe of her cuntslit at his face again. Gary teased her more.
He took the long, dark strands of her cuntbeard into his lips. Her labia stretched outward as he tightened his lips and pulled back slowly, letting the strands slide reluctantly away. His eyes focused on the rubbery, greasy slices of her returning labia. Her cuntlips stretched wider, as if his cock had already reamed into her slot and mashed them flat with powerful fuck strokes.
Gary pulled his head back and looked at Kathy's upturned cunt-flesh. The inner petals looked almost black in the weird blue-green of the streetlight, but he knew they were bright red at the center. He watched the ring of her cunt muscle open. The lighter color of the pink lining showed. As he watched, stroking his fingertips up and down her asscheeks, Kathy's heat made her cunt flaps open further, then wink back down. In the strange lighting, it was like a time-lapse shot of some weird black orchid growing and shrinking. He ran his tongue-tip along the hot crease between her outer cunt lip and the hinge of her left thigh.
Kathy gurgled. She was too hot, too fuck-hungry horny, to speak. She wanted to beg him to eat her snatch for real but the words just whirled in her head. The temperature of her cunt rose higher, climbing in leaps and spurts like a goat on a cliff-side, jerking and hurrying with every increase of her cunt juice's flow. She moved her hips lewdly, rolling as smoothly and easily as greased ball bearings.
Gary bent his neck, bringing his face a little closer to her cunt. Kathy watched him eagerly, her hands on the sides of his head. His tongue went across the top of her bush. His lingual tool slithered down the side of the wedge. He pulled her higher, raising her ass over a foot off his spread-out shirt. He burrowed down and licked the crease where her thigh met her asscheek. With a tongue-flick as quick as a chameleon's, he pierced the puckered dot of her ass hole, driving some of the overflow from her cunt into her shitter.
Kathy was desperate. It always happened this way ... always! Gary would roam over her, sampling here, tasting there, teasing in another place, until she was ready to scream from hungry, cunt heat. Her gurgling voice rose louder. She thought of the houses across the street from the park and tried to stifle herself, but her hips kept rolling in that mad, lusty, sincerely overheated erotic motion. She tightened her fingers against his head and forced his mouth against her sopping cunt.
At last Kathy felt her tongue start, lapping like a dog's along the center of her cunt. She let go of his head. Her hands went up to cover her face, stifling the throaty wail of her voice. Every single taste-bud on his tongue left a squirming imprint on the slick, slippery smoothness between her cunthole and her clit. Every erogenous cell in her slot exploded.
Gary slithered his tongue back down, still avoiding her clit. Kathy was a quivering mass of cunt need. She didn't know if she could stand the intense feeling when he licked her clitty-tip, but she knew she couldn't stand it if he didn't. She tightened her legs on his shoulders, holding her cunt wide open against his face.
He straightened halfway, dragging her further off the ground. Kathy rested on her shoulders and the back of her neck, her heavy titties bobbing toward her face. They moved nearly as far as her collarbones when she jiggled. His hands dug into her asscheeks again and Kathy squealed. His tongue started the first assault on her cunt-mouth.
Kathy was in ecstasy. She bore down, pressing outward from the center of her belly, forcing her cunt open wider. The thick, muscular wedge of Gary's tongue drove into her slot. The bubbling sides of her cunthole parted. His chin pressed against the cream-greased ring of her ass hole. Kathy found her voice.
Gary grunted into her cunt-flesh. He ate her cunt to wind her up, to get her half out of her head with excitement, and he always felt like the hottest stud in the world when she begged for more head. He didn't like gobbling her cunt that much, at least not when he first started, but he felt so powerful, so dominant, when she pleaded that Gary got more and more inflamed with every lick at her twat. He knew he could do anything he wanted after a little muff-suction session. He dug his fingertips into her asscheeks, prying the loaves further apart, and ran two fingertips around the puckered ring of her ass hole.
"Please, my clit! Oh, goddamn you, baby, eat my clit!" Kathy rolled her hips lewdly, trying to force the blazing stub of her clitoris down towards his mouth. She felt the strong set of his muscles. She didn't think she could do it until he wanted to suck her, but Kathy worked at it anyway. The massive tension whirling in her belly told Kathy she was going to come if he'd just suck her clit for a second, but she couldn't tell when he'd do it, or even if he would.
With a slithering, face-wetting roll of his neck, Gary moved up on her cunt. His two ass-diddling fingertips pressed against the tight ring of her shitter. He opened his mouth wider. With a motion like taking the top off an ice-cream cone, he covered the whole top of Kathy's cunt mound and sucked it into his mouth.
Kathy stuffed her fist into her mouth. The slippery, spit-wet sliding of his lips on her cunt was enough to start the ripples of orgasm rolling in the empty center of her cunt. She twisted her hips ferociously, and one of his fingers slipped into her ass hole.
Her rectum milked at it. She needed something filling her, Kathy didn't care what. She sobbed, amazed again at the lewd thrill of the penetration. Her ass hole was tighter, drier, less responsive than her cunthole, but the orgiastic feelings Gary's mouth whipped into her clit made her bunghole squeeze and come as hard as her cunt could have.
And her cunt was sopping wet now, flooded from her cunthole to her clit with huge spurts of lubricious ooze. The whole mound seemed to swell up in his mouth, growing, flowering, blossoming out like an offering of simmering wet petals and honey. Kathy lost her breath. She couldn't even beg any more. Gary's tongue dove toward the mouth of her hole. It rammed into her twat, wet and slick and strong and pointed, and Kathy went into spasms of pleasure.
Her cunt joy leaped higher. If the feelings before had been a shout, the ecstasy now was like a jet taking off. Her cunt and her ass hole both spasmed, collapsing on his tongue and his finger, then fluttering open again to crash tight, over and over. The racking tension in her belly crested, then blasted down to surround his tongue and his fingers. It crested again. Kathy was coming frantically, and she loved every gut-twisting surge of her orgasm.
Suddenly the tongue slipped out of her cunt. A sob got past the fist she'd jammed into her mouth. A scream followed it. With her cunt and her asshole already sucking and squeezing like a super-fast milking machine, Gary's tongue jabbed against the blazing tip of her clit.
The tongue-tip felt heavy and hard as a sledgehammer. It speared at the hot nugget, then flicked and twisted around the sides of the hard little spike. Kathy felt the rough top of his tongue, then the slick sides, then the wet bottom of it. Every vein, every spit gland whirled around and around her come trigger. Nerves all around her clit were burning out. She couldn't feel anything except that tongue and her clasping ass hole and the gushing hollowness of her cunthole.
The motions changed. Kathy felt nothing now but the lightning flashes of sensation that sliced from her clit to her brain. The tongue flicked back and forth on the tip of her fuck-button like a tuning fork, thousands of swift, buzzing vibrations shocking her every second. The whole top of her cunt mound was wet, encased in his lips, and he sucked her twat into his mouth. The sliding, soupy, sucking motion of his lips on her labia increased the atomic heat of her clitty, and Kathy went berserk.
She flailed her arms around, wailing, begging, screaming for him to stop, but she didn't even hear her voice. Another second of his mouth and hands anywhere near her crotch would kill, would absolutely make her come herself to death. Her mind was ready to snap like an overstretched rubber band, but she couldn't stop him.
Screaming, pleading, Kathy felt the ripples of passionate thrills moving all through her. Every muscle in her body worked with and against the waves of feeling. She was almost upside down now, her head barely touching the grass, her legs flailing toward the sky. "Ohhh, Gary, dammit, God! Jesus, please, please stop, please! I can't take it! My cunt's gone, gone crazy, baby, oh, oh, FUUUCK! Oh, fuck fuck fuck FUCK MEE!!!" she screamed.
Gary pulled his face off her pussy. He'd held on with both hands, his face glued to her twat like a cowboy's ass on a bronco. With a single hard motion, he dropped her ass toward the ground again. She was bent back like a bridge, her cunt against his thighs, her ass a foot off the ground. He pulled his hips back and braced his prick with one hand. He gripped the shaft and aimed the head at the dripping mouth of her vagina.
Kathy felt the unmistakable hard width of his hot prick against the gushing mouth of her twat. She rolled her knees back until her thighs touched her tits. She locked her arms under her ass, holding her cunt up at him, and spread her legs wide.
Gary shoved at the same instant. A gusher of cunt-juice splashed out around his prick. She was so wet, so hot, so ready for prick that she squirted lube like a grapefruit squirts juice. In a single stroke, Gary's cock was ball-deep in her cunt, his belly braced against the thrashing center of Kathy's crotch.
And Kathy loved it. The sudden relief of having Gary's prick wedged in her frothing cunt was worth anything, even the harsh, rape-like shove of his meat into her slit. She didn't even pause when his hairy balls slapped against her asscrack. Kathy swiveled and pulled back, her cunt ready for the next ramming stroke of Gary's meat.
She knew from experience that cunt eating wound Gary up until his prick was ready to spew gushers, gallons, great steaming gobs of fuckjuice. She beat her buttocks and the backs of her full, fleshy thighs against him. Her cunt ring clamped down and milked his prick. Every nerve in her cunt-sleeve, every cell in her clit and her labia and around the ring of her shit-chute was alert, at full attention, and Kathy worked her twat more lasciviously than she ever had before.
Her own ongoing orgasm kept her cunt clenching and loosening, clamping and slacking. Kathy felt the matching tension start building in Gary's body. She tried to speed the beat. The last thing she wanted was a slow, easy fuck. She strained. She moved her ass from side to side, wringing her cunt along his prick. She wanted to feel him shooting. She grunted, fighting to make Gary come. She had to match the milking strokes of her cunt with the harsh, heavy strokes of his cockmeat, urging him to hurry, hoping he'd come soon.
Gary shoved more meat into her cunt. His lunges made her spine curl, then snap back toward straight. Kathy was glad she'd braced her ass up with her arms. She pounded her pussy up at her kneeling lover, matching the best shoves he could throw. She grunted.
Kathy felt Gary's prick stiffen. The head was huge, swelling even larger inside her cunt. The knob felt like a watermelon when it slammed past her womb, but she struggled to keep her side of the fuck going. The shaft was outrageously stiff now, strong as a crowbar. Kathy tried to hold her breath, but, realizing it would be a while yet she gasped.
They battered at each other like steam engines. The sweaty slapping of Gary's belly against her sopping cunt was loud as pistol shots. The squishing sound of her overflowing cunt was almost enough to drown out the gusts of their breath. Heat and friction built up, rising higher, higher, higher, setting a fire at the mouth of Kathy's cunt.
His prick was like a red-hot rod now, a red-hot mass of steel dragging back and forth across the furnace of the mouth of her cunt. Her labia were the sides of a forge, her belly was the anvil, and Gary's cock was the blacksmith's steel, hot, showering burning sparks with every hammering blow of his belly against her cunt.
"Ahhh, aahhh," Gary warned, grunting, trying to tell Kathy his jism was simmering higher.
"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Kathy said, nodding. "Ooooh, fuck, fuck it to me, fuck me good, babe, Gary, baby! Oh, oh, OH!" She locked her legs around his hips and took her arms from under herself. She reached up toward his shoulders, hoping to drag him down onto her tits and belly for the last furious fuck strokes.
Gary's hands clawed into her ass. With a huge, ram-jam thrust, he flung his cockmeat deep into her cunt again, then drove her ass to the ground. He rose slowly, painfully, and hovered, her cuntlips barely folding around his cockhead.
He dove down, the stroke had all the weight of his body behind it. With a grunt like a straining bear's, he let the first charge of semen blast from his cockhead.
Kathy felt it. The ripping motion of his come tube pushed against the tight ring of her cunthole. Even as he drove down onto her and the first powerful blast rocketed into her cunt, she felt the jizz hit the tip of her womb. Instantly, his knob thudded against her cervix too, like a pick handle following the blast of a fire hose. She let go entirely.
The orgasm she'd struggled with grabbed her. It shook her like a jelly around the spurting mass of Gary's prick. Kathy let her legs beat on his back. Her teeth sank into his shoulder. She let her cunt milk automatically at his pumping prick. Everything but the feeling of his prick in her cunt and the long hard waves of her orgasm faded away.
Gary pumped again, again, yet again. He spewed jism like a fresh well shooting oil. The gooey-tight clasp of her cunt on his stem was sheer heaven. He pushed his chest against her titties, his belly against her clit, and let the rocking roll of her hips carry him off. His eyes closed. His motions slowed.
"Awwwwk!"
Kathy froze. Intruders!
Gary stopped. Cops!
Suzy scrabbled for a grip. Dammit! Her hand slipped.
Thud! The little girl fell, ass over teakettle, onto Gary's legs.
CHAPTER FOUR
Suzy was a good tumbler. She hit rolling and came up ready to run, but a projecting stud on the branch had caught her belt loop and her Levi's were down around her knees. Even her flimsy bikini panties had scooted to mid-thigh, hobbling her tighter than wet rawhide on a pinto pony. She hopped and humped away, frantic, tugging at her pants. Her pale asscheeks gleamed in the light and a tiny tuft of curly black hair peeked out at the base of her cleft.
She looked back over her shoulder, all but scared to death. Gary was up, snapping his head from one side to the other. His cock, hard and gleaming with juice, trailing jizz from the tip, bobbed and jerked. He spotted Suzy and started toward her.
Kathy was struggling to cover herself. She sat up, almost hiding the sopping wedge of her cunt between her thighs. She tried to hide her tits with her hands, but the big mounds were just too much. By the time she thought to grab her blouse, Suzy had turned around again and was doing her damnedest to run.
She got her Levi's half-up and took off like a rabbit on a dog track. She crashed through the fallen leaves and branches of the eucalyptus, not looking back until she was a good fifty yards into the trees.
Gary had stopped, holding one foot off the ground as if he'd stabbed a stick into his sole. Suzy heard muttered curses behind her. She slowed her mad dash and jogged completely out of sight before resting.
Suzy was scared, she was mad, she was embarrassed. The only good thing about the whole episode was that she hadn't hurt herself.
And I almost wish I'd broken my neck! Suzy thought bitterly. She felt a little righteous self-pity. Gary wouldn't have chased me if I'd hurt myself. . . they'd be the ones who felt bad! Suzy sulked along with her head down, too upset to head for home even though it was late. If her parents were mad-and they would be-it would be one more wrong against herself for Suzy to savor.
Gawd, I was just up there minding my own business when they came along. I'm positive they recognized me ... and with my pants down! Darn it, they didn't even give me enough warning to get down before they started doing all that! Suzy looked up just long enough to check the road that entered the park, then scuffed across.
I bet I won't have a chance with the JJ's now, not a chance in the world. All the guys have to do is hear about me sitting in my tree and playing with myself and they won't let me come near them again ... especially David! Ever since the TNT's caught Weasel spying on them, David hasn't let them forget it. I guess he was just doing the same thing I was ... whatever "jacking off means. It sounds like it, anyway, even if I don't have a jack handle. She let a bitter little grin move across her mouth, but Suzy kept walking along with her head down.
She bumped into something.
Someone. It squawked. "Git away from me!"
"Ulp!" Suzy backed up a step. "I . .. urn, I .. ."
"Oh, it's you." Weasel turned half-away from Suzy, struggling with the front of his pants.
'"Wait, wait a minute, Tom," Suzy said. She tried to keep from watching his hands and the quick flashes of pale flesh that showed against the front of his dark pants. "I won't tell."
"Tell what?" His voice was sharp, accusing.
"What you're doing."
"Yeah? What was I doing?"
"You were jackin' off, weren't you?"
"How would you know?"
"Look, Tommy, I said I wouldn't tell." Suzy looked away, then back at him. Well, heck, I'm in trouble anyway. She touched his arm. "Umm, I'll.. . help you, if you want."
The Weasel shied away, but his hands stopped fumbling at his crotch. He turned toward her again and Suzy barely saw the pale spear of his meat at the lower edge of her vision. "Then touch it.. . touch my cock."
Suzy looked at his face for a long, long time. She'd never understood how Tom West had gotten his nickname. He didn't look anything like a weasel, with his lanky body, his high cheekbones and pug nose. He had heavy eyebrow arches that almost hid the glitter of his grey eyes and a strong, square jaw. He didn't even more like any animal Suzy could think of ... he was slow, tentative, as if his muscle control hadn't grown up nearly as quickly as his tall body. He always seemed to be very careful with his motions, afraid to .let the clumsiness of his big hands and feet show to anyone. He looked as if he would be the leader of the Junior Jesters, but his slow moves and careful, deep-voiced speech left him as just another gang member. "O-okay," Suzy said in a tiny voice. She swung her right hand forward, from the hip. "Would . . . would you like to touch me, too?"
Tom stopped. He even moved his hips back, as if the brief touch of her fingertips on his prick had burnt his skin. "I'd like to see your tits," he said hopefully.
Suzy's heart fluttered. She felt a wave of heat start in her pussy and send shivers up her spine. Maybe she was about to find out what had made Kathy so excited, or why the other girl had made those strange, arousing noises. Suzy crossed her arms and pulled her sweatshirt up over her head.
Her fingertips still burned with the memory of Tom's prick against her skin. She rubbed her thumb back and forth, wondering why the quick warm touch had made such an impression on her nerves. Her sweatshirt fell to the ground between them and Suzy reached for his prick again.
"Ohhh, yeah," Tom breathed. "Squeeze a little, Suzy." He pushed his hips forward again.
"It's so warm ... so warm and nice-feeling," Suzy whispered. "I can't squeeze it right now... it feels like I'd hurt it." She slipped her fingertips up the shaft, marveling at the slightly greasy feel of the skin. There was a little band of darker flesh, then paleness again, just under that strange crown. Something told her to leave the knob alone.
She hardly noticed Tom's hands moving to her breasts or his fingers sliding along the outer swell of each titty. She was amazed at the size and shape and warmth of his prick. The textures were a delight. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, feeling the heat against her clammy palm. Suzy slid her hand down and the skin moved with it.
"There's more in your pants, isn't there?" she hinted, her voice barely audible. She wondered about the sac that should be hidden at the base of his cockshaft. Could it possibly be as big and dark and hairy as Gary's had looked?
"You pull yours down, too," Tom said. His hips were moving against the strokes of her little hand, thrusting his penis up and forward, then pulling back as soon as her fingers touched his fly.
Suzy worked her left hand against the buttons of her pants. They popped one at a time and she remembered the embarrassing way her panties were rolled down under her jeans. She hadn't had time to straighten them out, and the tops of her panties were just a wad of tricot around her hips, not hiding the front of her pussy or the cleft of her ass at all.
Well, Tom s already doing it, she told herself. Suzy tugged one-handed, not letting go of his prick, and her Levi's fell to her ankles. It took a little more work to get her panties down to mid-thigh but she managed it. She felt the cool night air chill the moisture at the base of her cunny. Her sphincters closed tight as little fists. Goosebumps started on her arms and thighs while the sneaky wet warmth of her loins turned to a deliciously naughty chill. Suzy looked at the prick in her hands and impulsively moved against it.
It was hot against her belly, hot and hard, but the skin of the knob was soft as velvet.
"Hey, don't stop," Tom said, but his hands went to her ass and pressed her against him.
Suzy felt the black curls of her pussy mash down. She rubbed the puffy lips of her cunt against his thighs and more heat started in her pussy. She felt a little trickle of cream starting. Her face was against his throat, her tits against his shirt, her hands between her belly and the scratchy, hairy warmth of his balls. Tom's fingers worked around her cheeks like blunt worms, seeking her asscrack and the tight little indents where her thighs met her buttocks.
"God damn, you feel good," Tom whispered. He rubbed his prick along the soft lower swell of her naked belly. His hands slid up from her ass, along her slim waist, over the rippling little muscles of her back, and found the outer sides of her tits again. He palmed the firm mounds and her nipples poked out even further. His hands moved and her nipples scratched along the cloth of his shirt, sending flashes of heat down to her pussy. Suzy could feel the dripping, honeyed heat of her pussy oozing against his thighs. I hope he doesn't think I'm peeing on him, she worried.
He pushed her away. "I wanna look at you." His low voice had become gruff, husky, as if his throat were tightening up.
"Okay." Suzy took her hands off his prick, still without having touched that wide-winged knob at the tip. She moved back a half-step, nearly falling. The tight hobble of her pants and panties held her legs together. She took a second to stare down at her own body before she looked at the bobbing mass of his prick again.
The moon was between full and last quarter, just coming up over the houses a block away. There were streetlights here and there, far enough away that the shadows from one didn't interfere with the light from another. Her titties each had two or three shadows on them, but the dark circles of her nipples showed up magnificently against the blued silver of her skin. Her pussy looked more prominent somehow, as if the shy way the lips tucked in and the tiniest strands of her cunt-hairs combined to make her narrow little cuntal beard look larger. She could barely see the tight little lines that extended along the sides of her love mound, continuing the vee of her torso and thighs. The slight shadow of her shoulder across Tom's torso told Suzy that her back and her bottom must have the same soft, subtle glow from the lamps hundreds of feet behind her. She raised her hands to her breast, cupping the mounds from underneath, offering the tingly-hard tips to Tommy's calculating eyes.
But she stared at his prick all the while. It had that curve to it, and the wide knob and the top, and it jutted from a palm-size wad of thick dark hair at the base of his belly. She was just more than arm's length from him, just far enough away to see the wiry wad of hair that covered his scrotum. Her hands came toward his loins again.
Tom was drinking in the sight of her nakedness. Suzy felt shy and proud at the same time. None of the JJ's had looked at her that way before, and she found that she liked displaying herself to Tom. She watched his hand go toward his cock, close on it, and move the loose skin up and down along the pole. Her own hand itched for that warm, greasy, fleshy touch. She stepped forward.
Tom's hand left his prick. It moved to her tit, stopped, then slid down her front. "Uhh, maybe you shouldn't," Suzy started, remembering the way she'd reacted to her own hand there.
It was too late. His fingers were already twining through her hairs, digging into the puffy warmth of her labia. One fingertip found the crease between her cuntlips. She involuntarily moved her hips forward, giving him a chance to slide that fingertip forward and into the tiny oval of her virgin pussy-mouth.
Tommy didn't seem to know or care about that. "God, you're all wet and hot and gooey."
She felt embarrassed. "Yeah."
"It feels good . . . feels fuckin' good."
His hand was moving faster on his prick. Suzy gulped. The image of Tom's big sister bent like a bow, displaying her pussy to Gary Wiggins' face, flashed through her mind. "You could kiss me there . . . you could eat my pussy," Suzy added when he didn't react.
Tom pulled his hand back as if he'd been bitten. Suzy could smell the thick, musky aroma of her sex juice on his hand. Her odor floated out with the increasing flood of her cuntjuice, filling the air around them as the juice filled all the hot little crevices, all the slippery secrets of her pussy.
"I-I couldn't." Tom leaned away, but his feet stayed planted in the same spot. His cock looked bigger, harder, stiffer. "Jack me off some more."
Suzy felt a little tug of disappointment, but it wasn't as strong as the flush of excitement that traveled up her arm when she touched his prick again.
And Tom helped her excitement along. He reached for her pussy, his fingers moving to explore that triangular wedge of sweet, warm woman flesh. He already knew it was gushing juice, and he knew damned well that the sweet, heavy scent around them wasn't the sweat off his balls. He wanted to find the source of that creamy liquid and see if the perfume that worked right up his nostrils to inflame his brain would get stronger.
He'd never felt a pussy before tonight . . . not a naked, barely haired, juicy pussy that acted hungry for any attention he could give it. He'd tried to build one, using anything from his sister's panties and a toilet-paper tube to a fistful of mayonnaise in a rubber glove, but nothing felt like this. He rubbed the upper portion of the meaty little lips with the palm of his hand and wiggled one finger into the crease again. He searched for the hole he knew was there but he couldn't quite find it. He imagined it should be pretty near the front, so a man's cock could plunge straight in below the woman's belly.
Then his finter tip found it. It was better than he'd imagined . . . hot and wet and tight, and the inside of the little circle was satiny-smooth, with some strange erotic life of its own. The soft, fleshy walls kissed at his fingertip.
Suzy's hand tightened on his prick. She hummed and her hand instinctively tried to lead his knob toward her pussy-mouth. She was only inches away, but Tom's hand was in the way. She decided to settle for just stroking the greasy-hot skin up and down the shaft. It was warm and thick and strong-feeling in her hand, and Suzy liked that.
"Ohhh, that feels nice, Tom," Suzy moaned. She kept stroking his cock with one hand. Her other hand went to his wrist, guiding his fingers toward her breast. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and the cool air made them seem to stand up even further. She saw Tom's eyes go wider. Suzy ground her pussy forward against his hand.
The lubricious sliding of his finger in her cunt was a delightful teaser, but Suzy wanted more. That hungry hollow in her guts wanted more but she wasn't quite sure how to get it. She felt like that strange, building-up feeling was about to make her all loose and juicy and crazy inside, as she'd been in the shower that day. Suzy stared at him, begging with her eyes.
But Tommy's eyes were locked on her tits. The dim light made them look as pure and white and firm as marble. Even his fingertips looked dark on them, nearly as dark as the hot pink of her nipples. But they weren't marble, as his fingers told both him when he squeezed.
He was fascinated with her body. The luxurious wet warmth of her pussy worked at his fingertips. The high, firm cones of her titties were enough to stun him, even without the pebbly hardness of her beautiful bell-shaped areolas and the thumb-size spikes of her nipples. His cock felt hard as a rock, thick as a telephone pole in her soft little hand. He pushed it forward, then dared to speak.
"Would you . . . could you . . . please, suck my prick?" Tom froze, afraid his question would repulse her. He couldn't have stopped himself from asking, but he kicked himself while he waited for Suzy's reply.
Suzy took long seconds to answer. She'd heard of cock suckers, but the way he asked didn't seem to match the filthy way other kids talked about them. Her tongue ran around her lips. She didn't doubt for an instant that it was a disgusting, vulgar, low-down act, but...
What if he pees in my mouth? She squeezed his shaft again. Her fingers moved, folding the loose skin of the tool up over the ridge of his meat. The head seemed to be shrinking as she worried about it.
Suzy didn't want that long, strong thing to melt away. She didn't want it to shrink at all, not until her pussy felt better. "I never . . ." she said in a tiny whisper. Her mouth was suddenly very wet. "All right." She sank to her knees on the leafy ground, naked from her ankles to her head.
She looked up. There was only a shadow where Tom's face should have been. She watched as his hands moved toward the sides of her head and gently guided her face toward the wide crown of his cock.
Suzy examined the length of meat at close range. True, she'd wanted to examine the organ before, but she wanted to do it slowly, with time to investigate that shape and those textures that were so exciting in her hands. She studied as long and as carefully as she could. She moved her face closer, her eyes all but crossed as she looked at the end. A tiny drop of lube filled the slit at the tip, gleaming like a tiny pearl.
A forbidding flutter in her belly made her hesitate. Its dirty . . . I shouldn't, she told herself, but Tom's hands coaxed her face forward.
"Please .. . you said you would!" His voice was almost begging, and Suzy felt compassion grow inside her. She could feel frustration at the center of her own belly.
It can't feel any better for him than it does for me, she thought. His fingers tightened on her temples and the head of his prick rose toward her face.
There was no way out of it. Suzy gripped the middle of his shaft with one hand. Her other hand went to the sac between his legs. It didn't dangle, like Gary's had; it was drawn up tight against the base of his cock. She instinctively knew it was from the cool of the night air, tightening as her areolas tightened.
But it was wet, sweaty, covered with a dusty, musty-smelling fluid that made her fingers slip around. The wiry hairs were fascinating, too, coarser than her own pubes but curled just as tightly. Suzy wished she had time to investigate every part of Tom's crotch, but his hands tightened again on her head. She licked her lips.
Licked her lips and opened them. Slowly and tentatively, Suzy put her spit-wet lips over the end of his penis. She felt a strange, thick fluid smear onto her mouth. It was warm, and it seemed to soak into her lips. She remembered the fat, pearly drop she'd seen and knew it must be the drip from the tip of his cockslit. She opened her lips a fraction further and slid her mouth toward the thick, wing-like ridge around the mushroom cap of his glans.
The salty, half-bitter taste of the thick droplet spread in her mouth. It soaked into her oral tissues, mingling with her saliva like smoke and boozy fumes mingling in the dark fog of a crowded club. She swallowed her saliva, then worked more up from under her tongue. She foamed it forward, bathing the tip of his prick. She slid her lips back and forth shyly, not knowing if it was the proper way to begin.
She still hadn't felt that collar-like ridge at the back of the knob. She lubricated the satiny heat of the head with her lips, wondering how something so hard inside could be so soft outside. True, the head seemed almost spongy around the sides, but there was a bony-stiff center that ran all the way to the tip and kept her lips from compressing the end of the meaty morsel. She summoned more spit, then more again, until her mouth was full of foaming saliva. She slipped more of her mouth onto his knob and let the wetness of her mouth slide over the whole blunt end of his cock.
Her lips squeezed gently, compressing the flare of his knob. That bony center didn't spread the way the knob itself did, and that was another item she'd have to think about. Later.
She ran her tongue-tip along the underside of his prick-tip. There was a contrast of textures, the velvety feel of the head, the smoother shaft, and a little stringy cord right where the head narrowed like an arrow and headed toward the slit at the tip. She sampled the contrasts, marveling at the porous feel of the head itself and the slicker touch of the neck of his prick. A flutter of gushy heat hit her pussy when she imagined feeling that broad, warm shape parting her pussylips. She oozed more juice, and Suzy felt it sticking her pussy-hairs to the tops of her thighs.
She wished Tom would touch her pussy again. The cool night air chilled her cuntal cream almost as soon as it rolled from the little slit of her cunthole. She hummed low in her throat, hoping he'd get the message, and her sphincters shrank tight against the erotic chill of her spreading cream.
"MMMhmmm," Tom sighed, "more, Suzy, more!" His prick moved further into her mouth then pulled back in a slow, soft cycle of motion. The glans pressed against her ovaled lips, not forcing, but reminding her that he wanted his prick further into her mouth.
Suzy took her left hand off his balls. She remembered the hairy look of Gary's ass and was surprised to feel the smoothness of Tom's skin. She slipped her fingers around his thigh and her hand on his buttock. More warmth grew at the mouth of her pussy. Suzy took the rest of his knob into her mouth.
It was exciting in a strange, lewd way that she'd never experienced before. Her pussy seemed to want more. . . more of something, but she didn't know what. His prick still felt way too big for her pussy-mouth, but the velvety feel of his knob against her lips made her wish it could fit into her vagina. Her tongue moved without her thinking about it.
Suzy wanted to do something that would scratch the tingly itch in her pussy. She opened her jaw wide, keeping her lips pressed against the narrowed neck of his prick. She wrapped her tongue around the broad blunt knob, sliding, slithering, soaking spit and heat into the velvety mass of his glans.
It felt good, Suzy ran the tip of her tongue across the slit of his urethra, then wiggled into the tiny hole. She heard Tom gasp. His prick started to pull out of her mouth. A throb of tension ran along the shaft, pulsing against her fingers, her lips, then her tongue. She stopped.
The outward draw against her lips ceased. Suzy slid her tongue down the slippery line of his prick, pressing her lower lip out of the way. She curled the tip of her tongue upward. She drew her tongue back into her mouth and the head of Tom's prick followed. It slid a half-inch deeper than it had been before.
The warm, meaty presence of his knob in her mouth reassured her, thought Suzy wasn't sure it should. She held him still with her fist and slipped her lips further along the shaft. The stored-up saliva in her mouth trickled past her lip and wet his prick skin. It trailed all the way to her fist and flowed over her fingers. Suzy moved her hand up and down, stroking the wet heat of her saliva into the skin of his cock.
The wide flare at the edge of his knob touched her palate. Suzy slipped her tongue down one side of the thick rod, then underneath and back up the other side. The little indent under the glans seemed to be perfect for licking, rolling touches, as if it were made exactly for a tongue tip to caress. She pulled back a fraction and rolled the very tip of her tongue around the sensitive zone. She paid special attention to the little stringy part under the front of his knob, sliding her taste buds along it, and Tom shivered.
He moved his hips sideways, exposing the underside of his glans to her lewd licking. He moved back, then forward again, urging, encouraging, hoping she'd get the message.
But Suzy was getting plenty of messages from her own taut little body. Her nipples ached for him to touch them. Her pussy felt hollow and hungry as a cave, hot and wet as a steam bath. She lavished more erogenous care on his knob, gathering her feet under her, then slowly rising until she was bent over, half at the knees, half at the waist. Her ass poked out, weaving from side to side in the dimness.
Tommy looked down at the girl whose lips were glued to his prick. The wide, luscious curves of her ass looked even better now that her mouth was working up and down his prick. He reached for the pale, voluptuous moons of Suzy's ass. He covered one round mound with each hand and started kneading them, molding the firm flesh into sculptures of delightful lewdness.
Tom was in ecstasy. The lips around his prick were infinitely better than anything he'd ever felt. The tongue work that slathered saliva all around his knob managed to find every erotic nerve and thrill across the end of it. He stroked back and forth, rocking his hips easily, and his cockhead swelled up with sensation. Even the ridge of hard meat behind between his asshole and his balls seemed to feel the lascivious slither of her tongue, the lusty wetness of her mouth.
He explored the wide flare of her ass with his hands. The crevice between the cheeks was barely wider than his thumb, flattened and spread by the way she bent over to suck his hard prick. Her thighs were open as far as her pants would allow, and the luxurious line of her thighs made her hips look even hotter and better than they had when he'd stared at her standing body. Tom slipped one hand down the goose pimpled trough between her asscheeks. He touched the fat little slices of her cuntlips and gasped with surprise. He found the slot where the thick, oily cream bubbled out and slipped his fingertip into the hole.
Suzy sucked voraciously, literally trying to swallow his prick. The sudden touch on and in her cunt-mouth made her lips and tongue go berserk on his prick. She stroked the shaft even faster. Suzy whirled her tongue around the swelling width of his glans. Her head bobbed back and forth, increasing the length of the unceasing strokes. She hollowed her cheeks and whipped sensation into his prick.
And her pussy worked around his fingertip as squishily as her mouth worked on his cock. Her titties swayed with every motion of her head or her hips. She wanted to feel his hands on her ass, her pussy, her tits, all at once but she knew it was impossible.
And she wanted more impossible. Suzy wanted to suck his prick in until she could feel the head reach all the way to her pussy. The sensuality in his fingers could, maybe, reach far enough into her twat to meet the feeling from his prick in her mouth. There was a lewd, lascivious connection between the feelings in her mouth and the feelings in her cunt. Suzy wanted to work herself and Tom up until the feelings met right at the hungry center of her belly. She wanted the connection to tighten. The feelings flowed back and forth, reinforcing each other, the cock growing bigger and tastier as her cunt got hotter and tighter.
Suzy put her heart into the cocksucking. She hollowed her cheeks on the out-strokes, then ran her tongue in carnivorous circles when she felt his prickhead start plunging in again. The head was swelling bigger. Suzy lashed her tongue across Tom's come-slit again and heard him moan.
She growled around the meaty shaft. The finger in her crotch tensed when she hit his come tube. Suzy pulled her ass down, curling away from the wiggling finger in her cunt." She waited for him to start wiggling his hand deeper into her slot again, moving her hips in a taut little circle. She flexed her asscheeks against his wrist, then flicked her tongue into the slit at the end of his prick again.
His finger dug into her cuntwalls, forcing juice to squirt out around it. A gusher of cunt juice flooded down her thighs. The whole triangular nest of her muff was sopping. Suzy tightened her hand on Tom's ass and drew him into her mouth.
The luxurious eroticism of feeling his lips sliding on his spit-coated shaft faded away. Now Tom was fucking his cock back and forth in her mouth, shoving it against her palate and sliding deeper. Suzy sucked furiously, swallowing the excess saliva that squished so wetly around his knob. Her tongue rippled along the underside of his dick, urging him to ram it in again. When he did more, her hands forced his prick further into her mouth than it had been before.
The ring of muscle at the top of her throat spasmed on his knob. Suzy controlled the urge to gag. She sucked voraciously when he pulled back again. Her lips slid rightly along his cockshaft. Her fist clamped hard on the sweating base of his prick. She jacked at his meat, pushing the loose skin up toward her mouth, then stretching it drumhead-tight again.
Tom separated his fingers. One digit dug into her cuntwalls. One forked up one side of her cunny, and two forked up the other side. His thumb dug into the softness around the tense tendon at the inside of her thigh.
Suzy gasped at the feeling, her nostrils flaring wide. She smelled the odor of his balls and still tasted the thick, oily flavor of that drop of cock lube. Her spittle coated the, whole length of his cock, even gathering in his bush before dripping off his balls. It greased the slide of her fist on his shaft, making the whole unit more sensitive. Suzy could feel the size and shape of every bony ridge of maleness inside the tower of meat, and every one of the bumps and circles seemed perfect to fit into her tiny, drooling cunt.
She moaned and hummed, stopping her incessant noises only long enough to inhale again. She sensed the vibrations in his prick, and hummed louder.
The buzz of her cock-muffled voice made his prickhead swell larger, grow stiffer. Where it had been spongy and soft, it was rock-hard, as insistent as the feeling in her cunt. Suzy kept a choking grip on the shaft and milked madly at it.
Her rabid suction was working. Suzy's fist helped. She felt the tension in his cock, in his fingers, even in the wet hand that forced her face against his reeking crotch. She jacked at his shaft until the elongated sac let his balls slap against her thumb. Her fingernails dug into his ass, all but breaking on the rock-hard muscles under his sweaty skin.
The whirling, wound-up, dizzying tension in her loins was gathering force. Suzy panted. Her ass churned lustily. The finger in her cunthole was stiff, stiff as Tom's cock, stiffened by the same oncoming explosion that would soon come. The fingertip froze, still as a stone statue, and her cuntwalls went into frenzy around it.
Suzy gobbled and licked at his cock. Her tongue flashed all over his knob. She whipped her taste buds against his ridge, across the slit, everywhere. The flat back of the cockhead was oiled with her spittle. The heavy taste of his drizzling pre-come had soaked into every cell of her mouth, suffusing into her tongue, her palate, her tonsils. Even her gulping throat was coated with the oozing slime from his knob.
She felt a tremor in his shaft, first with fist, then with her lips. Suzy took her hand away from his meat. She sucked his knob in until it touched her throat. She turned her head from side to side. The back of her mouth massaged his cockhead. She put both hands on his ass.
She was insane with need for the peak that was building up in her pussy. She held her shoulders still but her ass rolled and bucked faster with every sucking second. Her mouth worked furiously at his prick. The thin thread of nerves running from her mouth to her cunt enlarged. A cable of tension ran from her mouth to her cunt, flashing heat to every part of her body. Her tongue begged with his prick, and Suzy felt it start.
Her pussy imploded around Tom's finger. She felt the glorious release of tension spread outward from her cunt. Immediately, the first gob of jizz spouted against the back of her throat.
She gulped for real now. She tasted the thick, half-bitter flavor of the mass of come. Her cunt went off again. A second blast of jism jetted into her mouth, even larger than the first wad had been. Suzy guzzled faster.
The increasing heat in her cunt spun her higher. Suzy gobbled cockcream as quickly as she could. Drops squirted from the corners of her mouth. She pushed her forehead against his belly. The knob of his prick went halfway down her throat.
Suzy was in heaven. She tasted the heavy male flavor of his come and felt the thrusting vigor of his rampaging prick pounding against the back of her throat. His finger stabbed further into her convulsing cunt with every bucking jolt of his seed.
Tommy started to straighten from his position. He'd been bent over her back, and Suzy rose with him. Her ass moved higher, her legs straightened. Her clasping, clenching cuntwalls weren't done with his fingers yet. She grabbed his asscheeks tighter and sucked harder and the jets of his spunk slowed to trickles.
She was disappointed. It had seemed to take longer for Gary to finish with Kathy. She swiveled her ass lustily, hoping to persuade him to shoot more of that puckery-tasting, gunky stuff into her mouth. It was thick and stringy, not all that pleasant, but a little glow in her belly told her that she would learn to like it. The rippling spasms of her come started to taper off when she couldn't get any more juice out of his knob.
Suzy sighed. She licked at his cockhead, keeping the knob wrapped in her lips. She tried to clean the last of his semen from his come slit with the tip of her tongue. Tom shuddered. He pulled out of her mouth.
Even as she watched, the glossy, spit-covered wand started to fall down from its saber-like jut. Suzy stood unsteadily.
"Ummm, I liked that," she said softly. She put her naked belly against the length of Tom West. She hugged him. "I never did that before."
"You're good at it," Tom told her. He hugged her quickly, then stepped away. "I gotta get dressed. They expect me home."
"Oh." Suzy was disappointed. The slow relaxation of her vagina told her she was ready for more again ... and maybe this time it wouldn't be just fingers. "We could stay here longer . . . nobody's going to come by."
Tom looked wistfully at her titties, at the wet triangle of her cunt-hair, at the slender curve of her waist. "I don't think so, Suzy. I'd like to, but. . ." his voice trailed off wistfully.
Suzy didn't give up. "Look, I'm already late, and I don't care." She swayed toward him as sensuously as she could, feeling her breasts rolling lewdly on her chest. She held her arms out invitingly. "Kiss me, Tom-Tommy recoiled. "Ugh! With your mouth full of jizz?" He stepped back, all but falling on his ass as his pants caught his ankles. "No way, Jose!" He grabbed his pants and turned around, buttoning up. He didn't look back as he started for the edge of the park, and home.
Suzy watched the streetlight outline his gangly body. Shit, she thought. Ohhh, I'm in big trouble... and I really blew my chances to join the Jesters.
Yeah, that's right. Shit!
CHAPTER FIVE
I don't know . . . I really don't know! Will he tell on me or not? If he thought Id tell, I'm sure he'd stay quiet about my sucking his . . . his cock, but. . .
But it's not just Tom I have to worry about. If Gary tells his brothers . . .
How can I stop Gary? He couldn't have helped recognizing me. I don't think Kathy would tell...
Would she? Damn, damn, damn! I'm really over my head now . . . at least lip-deep in it! Suzy bustled homeward, her breasts jiggling under her sweatshirt, her firm buttocks bouncing with each hurried step. She gave Mr. Dovel's storefront a quick glance on the way by and her pretty mouth turned down at the corners. He's such a bastard. . . I wish they really would rob him. A car turned the corner and its headlights reflected off the windows, nearly blinding her dark-adjusted eyes. Yes!
Suzy stopped dead. The car continued on its way and the interior of the store showed again.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Suzy stood at the northwest corner of the intersection for thirty seconds, looking from Dovel's store to the streetlight, from the streetlight to the sky behind her.
"Sunday morning." Suzy tucked her head down and her elbows in. She jogged toward home, thinking, They'll have to ask me to join now!
But Sunday morning wasn't coming soon enough. Suzy had to shut the Weasel up for Friday and Saturday, and that might not be easy. Her stomach was knotted with tension when she walked up to him before class Friday morning, and the whoops and cracks from the other Junior Jesters didn't make her feel any better.
"Hey, Weasel, she's hittin' on you," David crowed. "Suzy, I didn't know you was blind!"
"She gotta be blind... she ain't stupid," Coyote said.
Suzy blushed from her collar to her scalp. She grabbed Tom's elbow and tried to steer him away more quickly, but the gangly boy didn't move well at the best of times. Trying to think up a putdown for Coyote or David, Tom only managed to tangle his feet.
"Look out for the mad whacker!" Eddie Wiggins shouted as Suzy and Tom rounded the corner of the science building.
Suzy felt her stomach unknot. At least Gary hasn't said anything. . . if he had, Eddie and Jimmy would be all over me, instead of getting on Tom.
She didn't give Tom a chance to speak. "If you say anything to anybody about last night, I'll tell all the Jokers and the JJ's what I caught you doing."
"I wasn't gonna tell." Tom moved back against the beige-stucco wall, then edged forward a few inches. He looked over Suzy's shoulders. "That was awful good." His jug-handle ears reddened. Tom nervously brushed a lank strand of hair back from his forehead. "I was wonderin', maybe we could . . ." He blinked. His lips moved, but no sound came out.
The fear-tension in her belly was gone, but a new, tingly feeling started. Suzy took a deep breath and pulled her shoulders back. Her breasts jutted forward, the pink nipples showing blatantly through her loose blouse. "Yes? We could what?"
Tom's eyes flicked to her titties, then to her face. "Uhh, y'know, like last night." He looked for an instant as if he were going to grab her, but her presence in the bright daylight was too much for him. He shrank back against the wall, waiting hopefully.
His shyness told her more than just that Tom was horny and didn't know how to act. Suzy knew that Tom's sister hadn't said anything. Suzy had the power now, for certain. Maybe Kathy hadn't recognized her at all . . . in any case, Kathy hadn't told. "Well, whaddya think?"
Suzy was grinning at him, bright-eyed. She came back to the present and her smile softened. She raised one finger to her lips and sucked it lewdly in. The finger came out of her mouth and her tongue followed. "Do you think I could join the Junior Jesters?"
The little pantomime with her fingertip had made Tom's balls ache like hammered thumbs. He would have said anything. "Uhh, we never talked about havin' girls in the club. Besides, I think the TNT's want to ask you next month." His eyes fell to her breasts. "But I could talk to them about it."
"Okay," Suzy purred. "Meet me in the canyon by the picnic grounds after school. I'll be thinking about what you and I could do." She gave the Weasel a dazzling smile and turned away.
Talking with him and thinking of the taste and textures of his prick in her mouth had made her pussy lusciously warm and juicy. Suzy noticed how the crotch seam of her pants pressed tightly against the center of her pussy. She threw an extra sway into her walk, imagining the bug-eyed look on Tom West's face as she slithered away.
The picnic area at the edge of the park was over three blocks long, but scarcely sixty yards wide. The eucalyptus grove Suzy wandered in was at the north end, and the west side was rimmed with shrubs above the edge of the canyon.
Foxes lived down there, and rabbits, and now and then a few quail would give a "peep-peep-peep" and run out from under a bush. Suzy's parents had given her strict instructions to stay out of the canyon, but none of the neighborhood kids had ever seen any adult anywhere near the places where they loved to play hide-and-seek.
Oh, the children could look up from either end of the canyon and see the roofs or the second floor windows of houses but that never bothered anyone. The long arc of the canyon ran from beyond the eucalyptus grove, under the narrow bridge of the park road, and south, crossing the path Suzy sometimes took to school. Halfway up the east face of the dip there was a view toward downtown, and the west edge showed the rows and rows of houses, but the center of the arc was beautifully isolated from the sights and sounds and even the scents of the city. There were warrens of little paths beside shrubs, streaks of bare dirt that skirted trees and went into the middle of thickets, trails even too small for children's feet. The ground, where it could be seen, was reddish-brown and full of pebbles, but fallen leaves and wind-broken branches covered the dirt almost everywhere. The city never bothered to water the area, so silver and brown and fresh-fallen green leaves made a thick crisp carpet all along the walls and floor of the canyon.
It was quiet there, with seldom anything louder than the whisper of a car across the bridge to intrude on the forest-y sounds. The sunlight always seemed warmer there, more intimate, as it filtered through the crowns of hundred-foot trees and fell in palm-sized dots of heat and light.
And the smell of the air was different, too, different than the smoggy stench of exhaust along the sidewalks above. The picnic area smelled damp and green, sprinkled and mowed. At night, Suzy could almost tell by sniffing if the grass were due for watering up there, but the canyon always held the musty, comfortable scent of quietly decaying leaves and the crisp medicinal scent of the eucalyptus. Sometimes after a rain, some small native plant would flower, but the tall eucalyptus always overpowered any scent the blossom might have.
Suzy leaned back on her elbows on the eastern slope of the canyon, waiting. A scrubby, ball-shaped bush grew next to her. Sunlight fell on her face. Her trouser legs were in shadow and the white linen of her blouse barely showed against the silver and tan of fallen leaves on the hillside. She could see the approaches from school as she waited. Suzy knew she was almost invisible. She felt warm, secure, and pleased with herself.
It could have been the forbiddenness of the canyon, or the rare pleasure of solitary lounging there that made her heart beat a little faster than usual. The other kids came there in threes and fours and half-dozens to play, but" this time Suzy was alone, waiting for Tom. Her skin felt prickly, as if it were a little too small, a fraction too tight on her body. She raised her hands to her breasts and squeezed the firm mounds.
Her nipples throbbed when the internal pressure increased. She had her plan for Mr. Dovel's grocery in mind, but the thought of Tom and his thick, strong penis all but drove the scheme from her plans. She thought again of watching Kathy and Gary.
She'd thought of watching them all day. Suzy had wondered and imagined and daydreamed about the two lewd acts she'd seen until she was able to combine them. Now, instead of the harsh silver-blue of the streetlight, she could picture how red and wet Kathy's cunt would have looked if Gary had eaten it in daylight. She'd thought about it incessantly, moving her viewpoint around the couple. Suzy had a whole movie of fucking and cunt-eating rolling in her mind, made up from two peeks and two full days of thinking about what she'd seen. She was almost at the point of imagining how Gary's tongue and cock and fingers would feel on her own pussy when she saw Tom coming up the middle of the canyon.
Tom's hair was brown, straight, cut too short on the sides for the length of the top, but a fifteen-year-old doesn't have much to say about hairstyles with a hard-nosed, hard-drinking, hard-assed chief petty officer for a father. Tom was nearly six feet tall, and he still moved as if the last foot of growth had come just the day before. He was looking around as if he didn't believe Suzy would be there. He stopped every two or three or four paces and raised his head, ready to call out, but the chance of seeming foolish-with or without an audience-stopped him from shouting.
Suzy stifled a giggle. She could see her own fear of embarrassment reflected in Tom's actions, in the way he tried to look unobtrusively around, the way he sneaked glances and double-takes at the scattered clumps of bushes, but feeling empathy for him would have made her sad. The little girl scorned shut off the part of herself that seemed so girlish, so sentimental, and ducked behind the beach-ball-shaped bush. Suzy had quit crying at sad clowns when she'd noticed everyone around her trying hard to laugh. She'd deserted innocence enough to know a shocked laugh is easier to get or give than a sympathetic touch.
Suzy peeked out again. Tom was closer now, fifteen feet below and a hundred feet south of her hiding place. A shiver flashed along her spine. Her sphincters tightened as she thought, I'll flash him out. He's thinking I'm not here, that he was just lucky or I was feeling crazy or something. Now he'll really think I'm nutso . . . and if I'm whacko enough, the JJ's will want me and the TNT's won't!
She peeled her scoop neck blouse over her head and stuffed it into her notebook binder. The flimsy little bra she'd "borrowed" from her mother was hardly enough to blur the outlines of her nipples, but she tugged the front closure open and shrugged out of it. Her pink nipples tightened, sending the points out a full inch. Even the bell-like aureoles tightened with excitement, standing higher, turning darker as blood rushed to them and stayed, caught by her constricting veins.
Suzy peeked again. She started a grab for her sneakers, but the sticks and pebbles in the canyon bottom made her think again. She scooted a foot further up the hill, keeping the bush between her and disappointed-looking Tom West. A breathy little giggle escaped as she unbuttoned her pants and wriggled out of them. Her thumbs hooked into the elastic of her panties (pale green panties today, and very skimpy) to drag them down with her jeans. Her skin was glowing pale pink with excitement, and fields of goose pimples sprang up while she stayed curled in the shadows of the bush. It was a struggle, but she got her pants off over her shoes and wadded them into a ball. Suzy stuffed the whole mass, pants, blouse, bra and books, under her arm and looked through the leaves at Tom.
He'd given up. He was muttering sourly to himself, his mouth twisted in disgust. His prominent Adam's-apple bulged and bobbed as he kicked an egg-sized rock partway up the west side of the canyon and watched it roll down again. Leaves rattled and the rock started a little slide of smaller stones rolling, rustling, clicking against each other. He was almost directly below Suzy now, close enough for her to hear his pissed-off whisper. "Bitch! Goddamn cock teasin' bitch! She prob'ly told all the guys, and the TNT's too-" He stooped down to pick up the stone again and Suzy missed the rest.
But she could guess Maybe I won't let him catch me after all! She waited for him to cock his arm.
Tom's foot went out. He wound up like a pitcher, touching the rock to the books in his left hand, and threw.
Suzy sprinted down the hill as his foot cracked down on a dry branch. Tom grunted on his follow-through. She was halfway to him when the rock thonked against a tree. Leaves rattled as the rock bounced down. Suzy took a deer-like leap to the floor of the canyon, slapped Tom on the shoulder, and sprinted back the way he'd come.
He'd spun around at the touch, ready to fight. That slap on the back had to be one of the gang making a fool of him again.
Her pale skin and paler asscheeks flashed in the sunlight, then dimmed in the shadows. She ran in long, bouncing strides, extending her naked legs and flying over downed tree trunks and patches of stones. Her pink-tipped titties giggled when she touched the ground, then rose and floated free on her chest when she sprang through the air. Suzy's black hair streamed out behind her like a comet's tail, trailing back like her laughter toward Tom.
But it wasn't, and the half-droop of his eager prick jolted to full erection before he'd taken three steps after Suzy. Tom dropped his books and charged after her, wanting more to keep that deliriously lewd vision in sight than to catch her. His feet hit heavily on the stony bottom of the canyon, jarring his eyesight, but Tom poured on the steam and charged after Suzy. The squeal of her laugh was as much a challenge as her nakedness was an invitation. He ran after nude Suzy as if his life depended on catching her.
Her hips twisted with her long strides, emphasizing the slimness of her waist. Her ass rolled and flexed, the firm delights of the muscles outlining themselves and relaxing again. A little tuft of black pussy-hair showed at the base of her ass cleft, flagging Tom on like a rabbit's tail draws a greyhound.
Not that Suzy could run like a bunny. She was so pleased with herself, so happy about being chased, that she couldn't resist looking back again and again. She started up the hill to dodge a thicket of bushes. She was almost out of breath from laughing.
Tom cut the corner of her arc, gaining ground. He locked his eyes to her perkily bouncing, jouncing, jiggling titties when she turned in profile. He galloped after her, taking the shortest course toward wherever Suzy was at any moment. He didn't worry about his big clumsy feet for once, and the found their own way without slipping or stumbling. He was beyond Zen archery and Zen tennis-Tom was smack in the middle of Zen cunt chasing.
Suzy squealed again, seeing him halve the distance between them. She cut down the hill, dodging past the thicket, and squatted down. She scurried under a branch, pushed it back with her wad of clothes and books, and squirmed into the surprisingly open center of the copse. She was on all fours, wondering whether to go out the other side or leap the smallest bush and run, when Tom reached in and grabbed her ankle.
Suzy collapsed, rolling onto her back and giggling like the loser in a tickling match. "Oh-oh-oh," she gasped. "Oh, you were so sure you couldn't find me!" She let go of her clothes and books. Suzy drew one thigh up, coyly hiding her pussy, and hugged her titties. She giggled again, more quietly.
Tom knelt over her, puffing and staring. He drank in her half-concealed breasts, the pale soft pink of her skin, her lovely flushed face. "What'd you do that for? Why were you hiding?" He tried to glare but the hungry look on his face and the itchy motions of his hands ruined the effect.
"Aren't guys always supposed to do the chasing?" Suzy straightened one leg but kept the other thigh across her loins. Her left arm stayed over her breasts, her right hand splayed out on the ground. She dug her fingers into the crackly leaves and squeezed a fistful. Her expression changed from merry to sober. "You didn't tell anybody you were meeting me here, did you?"
"Hunh-uh." Tom touched her raised knee. "Nobody. I. . . didn't think you wanted, y'know, the other guys to know." He looked at her closely, then smiled. "And I didn't want them to know."
His look and the smile made a little glow of warmth start in Suzy's chest, a glow that made the shivery feeling deep in her belly stronger. "Good." She started to move her arm away from her breasts, then covered her nipples again.
"And you didn't tell them about last night?"
"I wouldn't. Even if I did, they wouldn't believe me."
Suzy bared her breasts. Her raised leg slid slowly down. The narrow strip of fuzzy black curls on her labia became visible, then the pouty edges of her labia and the almost invisible hairs at the sides of her love mound. She kept her eyes on Tom's face, not realizing she was testing him until he'd already passed by keeping his eyes on hers. She wet her lips. The sunlight on the glossy leaves behind Tom's head seemed awfully bright. She half-closed her eyes. Suzy knew her voice sounded tense and quivery as she asked, "Would you like to kiss me?"
Tommy didn't answer. He leaned forward, his eyes closing, and put his lips against hers. The first tiny contact seemed to draw the moist, gluey-soft surfaces of Suzy's lips up against him.
Her arms circled around Tom's neck. Suzy pulled him closer, lying perfectly still as his shirt and chest touched her titties and pressed the firm cones into flatter circles of warmth. The internal pressure forced her nipples up at him. They were all but hard enough to drill right through the cloth of his shirt, and one stiff inch of titty-point slipped between two of his ribs.
The sudden increase of sensuality in her skin made Suzy's brain buzz. She felt the warmth of Tom's body through his shirt, and the rib-touching nipple drew in sensation from both sides of the point as well as the blunt tip. Her lips opened under his and Suzy drew his breath into her mouth. She could taste him. Her tongue touched his teeth.
Then his tongue was in her mouth. Her tongue slipped past the meaty, muscular wedge and slipped across his palate. Suzy felt the little ridges on the roof of Tom's mouth and a dam of repression and loneliness burst in her mind. The ridges were a mirror image of her own palate. Suzy felt her hungers flowing, pouring, flooding toward him. Her hands went from his shoulders to the sides of his head. She twisted her mouth on his.
It was like alcohol and water melting, merging, dissolving in each other. Tom's tongue slid around in her mouth, past hers, against hers, back again. Suzy's whole body melted, becoming as warm and open and ready for him as her mouth was. Only the notion of his lips and tongue against her mouth defined any boundary at all. His tongue plunged as his cock had, but his cock had been separate from her mouth. This deep, saliva-drenched kiss made her tissues melt into his, flowing as smoothly as and brightly as molten silver.
She knew she was sucking at his tongue and he was sucking at hers, but Suzy couldn't divide the two sensations. There was a linkage between them, a connection that touched deeper than the much longer penetration of his cock between her lips had done. Her pussy was just as wet, just as open, and Suzy realized that she wanted him inside her.
His hand went to her breast. Suzy sighed. Her titty rose and fell. She arched her back, presenting her breast like an offering to him. His thumb found the hard nugget of her nipple and pressed it down into the flesh of her titty.
A ribbon of simmering heat rolled from the stiff little point to her pussy. Soft, oily juice rolled from the mouth of her vagina, bubbling up like cream rising through fresh milk. The trickling juice wet her loins from the top of her pussy crease to her rectum. Suzy's hips rose and fell in a slow, even motion that matched the speed and depth of their meshing tongues.
She twisted her head. Lips slid on lips. Tom's tongue moved in her mouth. The slippery underside, then the tiny bumps of the top slid under her tongue. Their mouths wrestled like eels, probing, twisting, exploring the sides and front and slick smoothness of each other.
Tom broke away, gasping for air. His breath had been warming her cheekbone, but now he panted. He raised his torso. His hand covered the whole firm cone of her titty. The point of her nipple poked up between his thumb and forefinger, and a flare of heat went off in the middle of her belly when he squeezed.
Suzy stared up at his face. His eyes were questioning. She nodded, biting her lower lip. Suzy ran her hand up his blue jean covered thigh to a long, hard lump. She wasn't even tempted to look. The ecstatic closing of Tom's eyes was enough for her to see.
"Yes, Tommy, yes," she whispered. "Please, quickly?" Her body tightened up. It wasn't fear-Suzy regretted that Tom had to take his hands off her body even long enough to undress.
His fingers went to the front of his shirt. "No, hurry," she hissed. "I want you."
Her voice seemed to echo in her ears. Suzy couldn't quite believe she was saying the words she heard. She did want him though, every bit of him, and she hoped it showed as much in her face as in her voice.
Tommy forgot about his shirt. The popping sound of his fly buttons was loud in the little clearing, because of the silence around them. The wind rattled leaves above them, sounding like seeds in a gourd. He skinned his pants down to his knees.
Suzy opened her legs, pulling her knees up. The drizzly wet center of her pussy chilled, tightening for a second, when the cream dried in the air.
The quick chill didn't stop the heat of her arousal. Suzy's whole pelvis felt molten hot. Her insides were like thick soup, all set to dribble from the virginal little slit at the base of her pussy.
Tom moved over her leg. He knelt between her thighs. His right hand went to his prick. His left hand touched the swampy middle of her pussy.
Suzy gasped at the touch. The first contact of his fingers on her labia sent a rocket of excitement to her brain. Her hips rolled forward and up in a reflexive coital motion. Her head turned to the side and her eyes closed. The sensation was almost too much to stand. Tommy stopped when she reacted so strongly. "I'm sorry."
"No, it doesn't hurt. Take me! Please, please, Tommy, put it into me!" Suzy moved her hands across the sweating smoothness of her lower belly and spread herself open for him. Her fingertips dented the puffy heat of her outer labia. She pulled and separated them, baring the moist inner petals. The chill reached the hot little button of her clitty. "Ohhh, Tommy!"
He leaned forward. His fingertips slid around the front edge of her pussy-mouth, spreading the bubbly-warm grease onto her inner lips.
Suzy willed her cuntal muscle to stay open, to relax against the chill. She shoved the fear of his prick out of her mind. If Kathy's pussy could stretch enough to take one of those, so could Suzy's.
Dry spongy heat touched her vagina. Her juices flooded over the tip and it wasn't dry anymore. Tom pushed and the broad blunt thing wasn't spongy anymore. There was bone-hard, steel-stiff strength to his prick. Suzy pushed her knees open further. She pulled at her pussy lips. Her pelvis came forward.
Her pussy hurt. She was stretching wide . .. Tommy's prick was pulling her apart. Her knees closed in a fraction, trying to protect the open vulnerable center of her pussy.
She fought the stretching pain. Suzy bit her lower lip. She moved her hips in a little circle, shifting the pressure from dead center to the rim of her cunthole.
That eased it. She let herself draw breath again. Suzy moved her hips a little further. The motion seemed to spread her cunt cream around his knob.
Yes, he was already getting slippery with her juice. Suzy hummed her pleasure. She felt the strange satiny texture of his glans against the sensitive flesh at the mouth of her vagina. More and more of his knob fit into her pussy. Suzy found herself forgetting the pain.
"Yesss," she whispered. "Ohh, yesss, Tommy!" He was circling too. Suzy could feel the ridge around his cockhead sliding lasciviously against her inner labia. He moved further, she responded, and Suzy felt the knob compress.
There it was. The wide flare of the ridge folded down tight against the taut ring of her cuntal muscle. All of the head was into her pussy now, all of it was slick and warm. His whole glans was barely more than a tiny shield, compressed over the hard strength of the shaft. Suzy pulled her hips back a fraction and moved forward again.
In perfect time with Tom's motion. Her eyes opened wide. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp and she went stiff all over. The pain was back, worse.
And different. Something inside wouldn't let him move further. Suzy felt the rubbery membrane of her cherry resisting his prick. She tried to circle again, but her hymen tugged at the whole lower portion of her cuntal channel. It felt like her inner labia would turn inside out, drag right into her cunthole and tear loose. Suzy let go of her pussylips and pushed the backs of her hands against Tom's sweating belly.
But his cock was taking over. His rock-hard balls were hot enough for the sac to stretch to full length. The sensitive skin of his scrotum dangled right against the smooth curves of her asscheeks and Tommy couldn't resist giving a good shove into the tight meaty heat that had wrapped around his cockhead.
His cock bent. It hurt like holy hell. He tried to back off, but he was too slow. With a rending stretching, tearing sensation, his prickhead tore into the tight ring of her cherry and split it.
Suzy grunted. Her thighs clamped on his hips. She tried to push him off, away, out of her cradling loins. Suzy pulled back and a hot fluid gushed deep in her pussy.
And just as suddenly, the lance of pain disappeared. Tom stopped short, his glans only halfway past the torn membrane. "Am I . . . did I hurt you? I didn't mean-"
Suzy shook her head quickly. "No, no, I'm okay now." She slipped her hands out from under him and put them on his ass. With a lusty little motion, she pushed her pussy up at him and moaned. "Ahhh, there!"
Tom felt the gushing warmth of some unknown, hotter fluid in her pussy. He slipped his meat a little deeper, then pulled back a little.
It was super. It was as much better than being blown as a blow job was better than jacking off. No bones, no teeth, no shifting tongue . . . just the clinging walls of her wet-satin pussy and the smoothness of her thighs locked on his hips. Tom tried a lascivious rotation, levering his prick around in the fresh swampy heat of her cunt channel. He wanted to come right away.
Suzy wanted to die from pleasure. The whole lower portion of her pussy sleeve was full of Tom's prick. Her labia were stretched out deliriously, free of the clamped-in tightness of her cherry. She opened her thighs further and felt the way her leg tendons helped open her vagina. Her pussy was wider, fuller, better than it had been around her fingertip. Suzy was delighted, she moved. Her cunt automatically milked at the thick meaty cock that had opened her. She pushed toward Tom's hips. His prick slid deeper, without resistance. She pulled back and her cuntlips clung to his shaft.
Suzy couldn't feel the head of his prick any more but she didn't care about that. She could feel the hard oval taper of the shaft and the way it dragged her pussy-lips back and forth. Just that would have been enough, but there was also the hot, juicy slither of her inner labia against her clitty. The little spike was fully erect, as hard and as chillingly hot as her nipples, and it sent streamers of feeling from her pussy to her brain.
Tom pushed deeper, slowly rolling around, stirring his prick further and further into her pussy. Suzy felt a vague pressure up inside, by the center of the hollow feeling that plagued her when she was horny. With a pleased little smile she realized that the empty, needful sensation had stopped. She was full of prick, opened up, and the feelings were getting better and better.
Her hips were involved. The whole wide curve of her pelvis carried Tom, rocking, circling, moving back and forth to invite him all the way down onto her and all the way into her. Suzy moved one leg, then the other.
Her asscheeks flexed and relaxed, tipping her cunny from side to side. Suzy felt the first touch of his scratchy pubic hairs against her belly.
Her own hairs were touching her thighs, spread further than ever before by the massive stretching thickness of his prick, but Suzy's cunt-hairs were soft. Tom's cock bush felt as masculine as his prick. The hairs were coarse, scratchy, and they tickled sensation into the hairless little pad of flesh over her pubic bone. Suzy sucked her belly in, rolling her cunt up toward him, then let the hairs touch her again.
Closer this time, deeper, the hairs at the base of his belly pushed right through the short soft curls on her labia. Suzy shuddered. There was too much excitement building up in her body. She didn't think she could feel more without going off.
But Tommy pushed deeper again and his belly mashed her mons against her pelvis. Her labia mashed flat under his weight. His chest settled down on her titties. Her nipples were forced back into the throbbing mounds. Suzy felt her pussy-mouth tighten around the stem of his cock.
The pressure against her labia pushed the slippery little slices onto her clitty. She moved, Tommy moved, and the little inner lips slickly kissed the sides of her clit. The energy in her belly leaped higher, like a welding torch popping from blue to white when the extra oxygen roars in. Suzy's mouth opened. She tried to tell Tom about it but her voice wouldn't work. He pulled back and thrust deep again, catapulting her cunt excitement higher yet.
Tommy was in cock-heaven. The rolling, squirming, twisting girl under him was wrapped around his prick like a glove full of butter. The sweet massage of her cuntwalls on his prick rippled from the tip to the base. The tight ring of muscle at the mouth of her cunt was tight as a rubber ring around his shaft while the silky inner flesh stroked back and forth across the tip of his prick like a hundred tiny mouths. She was so hot, so clinging, so exquisitely juicy that his cockhead was a mass of bare nerves.
The sheer pleasure of being sunk into her pussy-sleeve seemed to peel the skin right off his prick. His body tensed up from the overload of pleasure. He was stiff as a granite statue from his head to his heels. His chest felt broad and strong on the floating pillows of her tits, his hands seemed to melt into her shoulders, his hips rolled and flowed and sank into the cradle of her cuntal zone like an iron wedge sinking into simmering jelly.
Suzy was high, hot, happy. She felt Tommy's body going stiffer above her, felt his strokes slowing. She was still meshed with him, totally linked. Their loins moved like oil-bathed gears, sliding, circling, slithering around and up and around and down. The whole center of her body was wrapped around him. Even his weight on her chest was glorious.
The excitement inside her was growing like a weather balloon. Suzy swelled up with warmth and juicy slithering joy. She recognized the change in her feelings, but it was like recognizing a living voice she'd only heard on the telephone. She'd come before, for her own fingers and for Tommy's, but coming hadn't invaded every cell of her body. The sparkly, tingling, ready-to-go feeling was all over her, all through her.
And the tension in Tommy was total, too. She'd felt his prick stiffen in her mouth and felt his asscheeks tense in her hands. Now she felt him going tight as a piano string all over. The rhythm of their fucking changed from just (just!) the lascivious pleasure of flesh-in-flesh. Suzy held her own orgasm off. She knew Tom was trying to hold back, too, trying to spin it out longer, trying to intensify the feelings raging and roaring along both sets of nerves.
He pulled back a long way. Suzy arched her back. Only the head of his prick was in her pussy. She bore down, opening her cuntal muscle for the in-stroke.
A long, fast thrust slammed them together. Their bellies slapped. The voluptuous squish of cuntjuice filled the clearing.
Back again, both bodies drawing away from the stiff cock bar that linked them. Suzy looked at his face. She ached to tell him how godawful good it was for her.
Tommy's face was red. Sweat greased his skin. His mouth was open. He nodded, jerking his head as if the motion were agony.
Suzy bit her lip. He'd understood. Her hips started forward.
Tommy started. He stopped halfway in. His eyes went wide.
Suzy pulled back when he did. Her blood roared in her ears. With a last hard shove, her cunt flew up to meet his plunging prick.
A blast of jumbled light flashed across her eyes. Suzy felt the powerful first wave of her orgasm gather force as it spread outward from her cunt. Every muscle in her body locked tight, then relaxed.
Her pelvis jarred against his again. She knew with her guts that Tom was coming. Suzy let go. She threw herself into the shared ecstasy of orgasm.
Again. Again. Again. The pulsed flooded through her in perfect time with the bucking thrusts of Tom's prick. He seemed to pierce her whole body, sending jolts of color and sound and taste and smell rocketing to her brain. Suzy didn't know if it was just his cock or if Tom's whole body was blasting into her. Her cuntwalls opened and closed around him. Her legs tightened and relaxed on his hips. Her hands dug long lines down his back.
Suzy lost track of the fantastic collisions of their bodies. She was welded to him, touching, folding around him, milking his whole body.
His motions slowed. The power of his pistoning thrusts slacked off.
Suzy rolled on and on long after Tom lay still above her orgasmic body. She knew he'd stopped, but she couldn't stop herself.
It seemed to go on forever.
Suzy didn't mind at all.
Becoming quite aroused herself, she bent down and began to lick Ed's ass. This gave his lust an added boost, causing him to dig his tongue more deeply into Millie's mushy, wet snatch. He reached up and pawed blindly at her tits, jiggling the squeezable orbs which had just enough baby fat to make them very responsive to the touch.
Bettina in turn snaked her tongue between the cheeks of his rump, doing something she had never done before-actually licking the young man's ass hole as he squirmed excitedly, tongue-fucking her sister.
Millie panted and uttered mindless moans. Her feelings were totally out of control. Though she hated what was happening-or, at least, the idea of it-she couldn't help but thrill. Her pussy spasmed hotly around Ed's penetrating tongue, clutching at it, seeming to want to suck it way inside her, where no man had ever gone.
He raised his head blearily, his mouth smeared with her moisture. "Untie her wrists, so she can lie down," he said huskily to Bettina.
"No!" Bettina said. "I want you to screw her from in back, like the bitch she is!"
"Aaaaw ... !" Millie bleated.
But she could do nothing as the pair flopped her over, plopping her titties into the soft grass. Her sister and the man pushed her knees forward, spreading hem wide apart, which obscenely parted the cheeks of her ass, exposing her shy little anus as well as the shaggy gash of her wetly dribbling cunt. Her wrists remained bound at her back.
Her humiliation was intense, as was her excitement.
CHAPTER SIX
Of course, after diving again and again into her tight sweet pussy, the Weasel stuck to Suzy like a puppy dog on a soup bone.
Suzy didn't mind a bit. She was glowing with pride and pleasure. Not only was lovemaking the most sheer fun she'd ever had, but her body made Tom West stand up and take notice. Heck, Suzy told herself happily, afterwards he even sits around and listens to me!
She knew he'd do anything for her, anything in the world. After all, Tom had told her that, and lovers don't lie to each other, do they?
Things were great. Suzy was lit up and bubbly, incandescent and effervescent. Even her parents noticed, but the cheery way Suzy did her housework and helped with dinner kept them pleased enough to stall any unpleasant questions.
Simply screwing Tommy after school would have been a happy ending-Suzy was all ready for the "ever after" part-but she still wanted to join the JJ's, and to do that she had to tell Tom her plan. She almost felt sorry for Mr. Dovel when she thought about it, but nothing short of being caught by her mother, father and the minister all at once could have depressed the little girl that Friday evening. She excused herself after dinner and went to her room.
The routine sounds of TV in the living room and scraping dishes in the kitchen came up the stairs to her low-ceilinged bedroom. Suzy slipped her peasant blouse over her head and stashed her borrowed bra in her hamper. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Were her breasts a little bigger tonight? Suzy turned from side to side. She wasn't sure. She was more aware of her titties, and that may have been why they felt bigger. She put a hand under each perky pink-tipped cone and squeezed them up and out. Well, whether they're bigger or not, Tom loves them. He told me so!
She skinned her pants down and checked her panties. Damn! I don't want another womanhood lecture from Mom! Even that little spot will set her off, I know it. I've been having periods for a whole year now and she still doesn't remember about telling me when I was ten! Suzy stepped out of her pants and panties. She held the flimsy green bikini parity in one hand, then impulsively stuffed it into her wastebasket.
There. Suzy stopped. She rubbed her fingertips along the center of her pussy-crevice. It doesn't feel like I'm sore or bleeding any more . . . I should have knoivn it would stop. Just in case, though .. . She grabbed a pair of jeans from her dresser and shook the folds out. She bent over to step into them, deliberately leaving her panties off. The mirror caught her eye again.
A sexy little flutter in her belly made her stop. She dropped the blue jeans and stood straight, her feet spread apart. The little triangle of black hairs where her thighs met looked half-crushed on one side. It's that sticky stuff. Hmmm. She grabbed a rat-tailed comb from her dresser and combed her pubes until the short fuzz was evenly fluffed on both sides of her pussy.
It doesn't look any different. . . except maybe right hi the middle. Suzy made a part with the skinny handle of the comb. Yeah, the little inside parts show a little more. She combed the hairs upward from near her vagina, then in from the sides. Her floss was new enough and short enough that it only emphasized the plump, tantalizing swell of her love mound. No, it doesn't look any different.
Something tapped on her window. Is that Tommy? Tap-rattle again. Suzy grabbed a maroon sweatshirt from her closet. She pulled it on almost regretfully and stuck her head under the roller shade on the front window. The ceiling was so low that she had to kneel and poke her naked little ass backward to keep her bare pussy from showing in the standard-sized window.
She pulled the lower sash up.
"Hi. Y'gonna come out?" Tommy hissed.
"You don't have to whisper, silly. Yes, I'll be down in a minute." Suzy looked out over the porch roof at her gangling lover. Her body may not have looked different, but Tom West did. Before, he'd stood loosely, like a puppet with slack strings, trying to be super cool. Now he stood straighter, more naturally, with an energetic tension to his posture instead of the old Weasel's slow, lazy look. "Don't go yet ... I want to talk to you before you see the guys."
"But . .." Too late. The window closed. Tom was a little quicker, but he wasn't quick enough.
Suzy dragged her pants on.
They'd all been there on the corner, and Suzy had felt like part of the group. True, they hadn't actually invited her, but the JJ's had jived and joked with her as much as with each other. It was a short meeting, since the JJ's planned to go downtown and sneak into a movie. Suzy hadn't been too impressed with the selection . . . "Kung Fu Stewardesses" .. . but she hadn't had any trouble keeping Tom from going along. She felt silly saying, "Remember saying you'd help me fix my skateboard?" She could fix her own skateboard, but the JJ's bought it.
She explained the rest of her plan to Tom on the way. He asked, "Why don't we hit him tonight? I could use some beers, and he just got those big stoker wheels for your board. What if he sells them tomorrow?"
"No, Tommy, tomorrow night's better. We've got to get Jimmy to check out the alarm, and I want to find out more about old Dovel."
"But you said the alarm wouldn't be any trouble."
"And you said you'd make the guys ask me to join, but you didn't do it tonight." Suzy regretted her tone as soon as she spoke. I sound bitchy . . . I better watch that "Anyway, he's closed Sunday and Monday, right? Old Dovel-shovel goes to the wholesale houses on Monday and he never opens until at least three or four, and then just to check the new stuff in. He won't even know when we did it ... it could be any time from Saturday night until Monday morning."
"Yeah, okay." Tom sneaked his arm around her waist. His thumb lifted the bottom of her sweatshirt and his hand slipped onto the warm smooth skin of her belly. "Then maybe afterwards . . ." he hinted.
Suzy wiggled away from the fingertips slipping past the waist of her pants. "Oooh! Maybe." She broke away and trotted in front of Tommy, turning to run backward and give a sexy wiggle. She let him catch her, let him grab the taut mounds of her buttocks through her pants and press the hard spar of his prick against her belly for a moment. "Now cool it. We have to be sneaky."
His hands kept being sneaky. "It's pretty cool out."
"Darn it, stop!"
"Darn it, stop!" Tom falsettoed, but he stopped. "Why don't we go down into the park and check out the store later?"
Suzy's pussy trickled warmth at the thought, but she shook her head. "We have to find out when both of them go to bed, then we'll have an idea of how late they'll sleep." Dam n! He just doesn't want me to think at all. . . and it's awful hard to think when he touches me. Suzy shivered in the warm evening air. I've gotta do this, though . . . business before monkey business. She grinned quickly and gave Tom a peck on the lips. "Now, keep quiet and keep your hands to yourself."
Dovel's store was on the corner of a short block. There was an alley behind the store and a half-dozen news racks were chained to skinny palm trees out front. Mr. Dovel had bought out the radio-repair store next door and knocked down the wall between when he'd first come to the neighborhood. The building was brick, painted an electrically bilious blue-green, with two six-by-fifteen windows across the front. Dovel wasn't too interested in saving energy, but he kept only three sixty-watt bulbs burning near the windows for night lights. He was tight-fisted as a billionaire, pinching every penny until it squealed for mercy.
It had already been a problem once. All the kids in the neighborhood knew he'd bought the grocery-and-hobby store because he didn't want to pay for either insurance or a guard when he collected the coins from his deep-ghetto laundromat. One quick bash in the back of the head from a short dog of Ripple had cost him five hundred dollars and intensified his hatred for "them coloreds." It didn't matter to Dovel that he'd been ripped off by a white homosexual junkie. As Dovel had told most of the adults in the area, "If it wasn't for them coloreds all livin' together like they do, there wouldn't be no place for fags and hopheads and scum to hang around."
Not that he was any happier with the kids. He bitched about too many coming in at once, then about too few coming in at all. He was surprised that he wasn't making enough money, but his prices never gave anything a break. The kids and hurried homemakers were the only people who bought from him-kids because they couldn't get to a cheaper store and the homemakers because there was no time to go a mile or two away for a few nickels' savings. Dovel did his damnedest to milk the money out of his customers, but they weren't quite dumb enough for him to screw solidly. Nobody except his banker would weep if Dovel's Grocery went out of business. And that made it easier for Suzy to enjoy planning what the Junior Jesters were sure to remember as the Great Grocery Grab.
Television had taught Suzy to case the joint. She sneaked up the alley behind the store. Tom followed. The lot beside the store had a middle-sized 1934 house in front and a little 1943 cracker box shack behind, built by the original owner to rent out to the one of the Navy families who'd swarmed all over the Coast thirty years before. Now, pennywise Dovel and his wife lived in the back house and rented the big place to help stretch the mortgage money further. Resale values on sleazy, rundown ghetto laundromats aren't too high.
They stepped over the eighteen-inch picket fence and crossed the postage stamp of lawn. Suzy and Tom skulked around the small house. The telltale blue glow of the TV flicked out as they passed the curtained front window. Tom and Suzy both ducked.
She was confident they hadn't been seen. Only her hands and her face showed against the dark of the little lawn, and Tom was dressed for burgling, too. The window closed over their heads.
The Dovel's were talking inside. Their voices were easily audible without the TV's sound to interfere.
"Aww, come on, honey," Mr. Dovel whined. "I don't ask that often, and there's nothin' on the tube."
"Dammit, Fred, you think I'm just a sex object! I work hard too. You think it's easy being a manicurist? You think I like working to keep that stupid store going? We could live on your pension if you'd taken my advice and gone into civil service!"
"Ha! Not with the clothes you keep buying! You see something in a magazine and ..." His voice dimmed and the creak of the floorboards faded.
Tom started back around the house. "This is good! I love hearing fights!"
"Yeah, as long as it's the Dovels." Suzy duck walked behind Tom to the corner of the house and hurried to the lighted window.
The Dovels' bedroom looked onto the blank board wall of the next-door garage. Tom and Suzy hunkered low against the garage and looked up into the widow.
Mrs. Dovel's shadow crossed the ceiling. "I need those clothes! I have too look good at work."
"You don't have to look that good. Why not just get a uniform?"
"Style, Fred! You never did know style! You think I'm just a cunt who wears funny hats, but I'm not! I'm a white bird with a broken wing."
Suzy slid up the wall. The white bird didn't look as if her wing was broken. Mrs. Dovel was a short, chunky woman with nice, though aging, round face and short brown hair. She wore a long robe, filled to bursting with her ample body, and sat in front of her mirror, brushing her hair vigorously. The whole front of the pink robe bounced with each stroke of her arm.
"Geez, she's built big!" Tom whispered.
"For such a little woman, yeah." Suzy felt Tom's hand moving. She grabbed it as it crossed her thigh. Suzy squeezed his fingers.
"I'm sorry, baby, I just had a bad day." Mr. Dovel came into the room, his chest bare, a pair of baggy pajama pants hanging half off his ass. He put his hands on his wife's shoulders. "Why don't we forget about fighting tonight, huh?" He nuzzled the side of her neck.
"Hmmph!" Mrs. Dovel said, but she let her head loll back as he nuzzled around and nibbled her neck. "I still think you should take a real job and forget about that damn store." She put her brush down and stroked the side of his head.
"We could talk about that later .. . maybe Sunday we'll go someplace nice and think it all over." He was half in profile to the window. The front of his pajamas was bulging further forward. His hand slipped from her shoulders, down her back, around her ribs. Tom and Suzy squeezed each other's fingers as they watched Mr. Dovel's hand knead the big swell of her breast. They heard the quiet, arousing sounds of two snaps parting on the front of her robe.
Mrs. Dovel's hands moved around to Fred's hips. She pulled him against her back and swayed from side to side. The mirror showed the front of her robe opening, her husband's fingers sliding inside, and the big pillowy swells of her titties moving sensuously under his touch.
Suzy's fingers went slack. My god! She's all booby!
Tom's hand crept across the little girl's thigh. Suzy let her knees open.
"Fred, honey," Mrs. Dovel quavered. "Oooh, yes, I like that!" The robe opened further.
Her tits were huge, rolling like cantaloupes on her chest. The nipples were stiff already, pointing stiffly toward the mirror. The rims were pale, but the raised spike in the center was a instant-coffee brown. A tight circle of little wrinkles appeared around each of the nipples.
Dovel rolled his wife's tits luxuriously around, massaging the full shapes, pressing his fingers into the opulent softness, raising each globe and pressing both of them tight against her chest. Her cleavage looked deep enough to smother in, and the size and relative firmness of those massive breasts made Suzy jealous.
Suzy felt her pulse start pounding faster. Her nipples stood up under her sweatshirt, raising tent-like little bumps on the hills of her titties. She pressed her legs together, capturing Tom's hand and closing the trickling warmth of her pussy in against itself.
Mr. Dovel looked stranger than usual, with his mouth opened and his eyes half-closed with lust. His hair was short and grey, except for the few long strands pasted carefully across his balding dome. He had a fanatically neat little moustache and goatee, trimmed close enough to be all but invisible against his greyish skin.
Not that Suzy was looking at his face. She watched the titty play and the way his pajama pants threatened to fall off. She decided, He really doesn't have a bad body. He's not fat, and I can see the way his muscles move . . . and they make sexy moves.
His hands roved over the bounty of his wife's tits and his hips moved. Mrs. Dovel's hand dug into his pajamas, outlining the hard shape of his ass. He leaned over further and his pants slipped down with a single tug from her.
Suzy reached over and gripped Tommy's prick. It was hard as a crowbar and hot, even through the heavy cloth of his jeans. She squeezed the rigid rod suggestively, then leaned and whispered, "Let's watch for a while, then do whatever they do."
She caught Tom's nod from the corner of her eye and moved forward. Tom slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her chest. His hands slipped under her sweatshirt and gripped her breasts.
Suzy pushed her titties forward and scooted her ass back. Her jeans were thick, but they were more than tight enough for her to feel his prick against her asscheeks. The hard bulge of Tom's cock found the wide, shallow dent between her buttocks and rubbed up and down.
It worked on her pussy as lewdly as his hands worked on her aching nipples. The sliding pressure of Tom's prick on her jeans made the tight center seam of her pants ride back and forth, rubbing sensation into her labia. Suzy felt her cream flow more heavily.
In the house, Dovel still had his back turned to the window. His prick was hidden against his wife's back, but when she stood and turned around, Suzy and Tommy got a clear look at it.
It was definitely hard, definitely a cock, and definitely ready for action. Suzy pushed her hips harder against Tom's belly.
Mrs. Dovel let her robe open the rest of the way. She was totally naked under it, with a plump, lushly curved body that molded against her standing husband. Mr. Dovel muttered something the kids couldn't hear. She nodded. She turned her low-backed dressing chair around and sat, her knees a foot apart.
Suzy could hardly believe her eyes. She'd never seen such a hairy pussy. The mat of thick brown hair looked more like a beard than a muff, masking the sides of the mound and peaking in a crest over the middle of the vee. The full, smooth roundness of the woman's thighs accented it, pale skin against the dark-brown triangle. At first Suzy was sure she wouldn't be able to see the meaty, eager center of Mrs. Dovel's cunt, but she watched as Mrs. Dovel parted the pairs with both hands and exposed the slippery-looking sex lips and the warm red valley between.
Her cunt looked at least as ready as Fred Dovel's cock. With the hair brushed out of the way, Suzy and Tom could see everything from the darkness at the front of her vagina, along the wet flaps of the inner lips, and clear to the fingerlike projection of her clitoris. A meaty little triangle covered the clit-socket. She rolled her hips forward and opened her arms.
Mr. Dovel bent his knees slightly and moved forward. He reached down and took her tits in his hands. He spread the deep cleavage wide, flicking his thumbs back and forth over her nipples, and bellied up to her chest.
Suzy couldn't see his prick any more, but she knew where it was. She could imagine the feeling of a length of hard cock between her own titties. Again she wished her breasts were as big as Mrs. Dovel's.
The woman in the bedroom put her arms around her husband's hips. Her head lolled back and she let him move his hips.
They were long strokes, long, hard, slow strokes. The power behind them was like a locomotive's, building up speed very slowly but moving tons of mass with sheer strength. His hands moved, tightening the mock cunt of her titties around his cock, and Dovel moved faster.
"Ohh, Fred, darling, I love this!" Mrs. Dovel moved her hands down his thighs, opening the flex of his asscheeks to the kids' view. Her hands went up and down the backs of his legs. She let go, reached between his thighs with one, and pulled his knee against the sopping center of her wide-open cunt.
The window was open only a few inches, but the squishing sound of pussyjuice was loud enough to echo in the slot between the buildings. It was as wet and sticky-sounding as the simmer of a thick sauce. The heavy outer lips of her pussy moved around his knee, and the brighter, wetter frills of her inner cuntlips peeked out when he moved his leg in a lusty circle.
The sight excited Suzy fantastically. She wasn't watching accidentally, this time ... in fact, she'd hoped to see something sexy when she and Tom came to check out the Dovels' bedtime. She was seeing it now, and she didn't protest when Tom's right hand slipped away from her titty to burrow at the waist of her jeans. Suzy sucked her belly in to ease the way.
Tom's fingers trailed through the skimpy threads of Suzy's pussy-hairs and found the central slit. He worked one fingertip down the slot, right across the tip of her clitty. Suzy let out a little gasp when the hood slid down across the hot little organ. She wiggled lasciviously against his fingertip when the hood peeled back again. She liked feeling Tom's finger between her labia. It made delicious shivers run all through her belly and helped her moist little pussy to simmer even hotter.
"Now?" Fred Dovel asked. He stepped back.
Mrs. Dovel bent her neck. The head of his prick came into view, as did the red blush where his shaft had rubbed between her voluptuous tits. Mrs. Dovel held his cock in one hand and lipped the head slowly. She pulled back, washing the flat of her tongue around the broad slopping surfaces of the knob, then she titillated the slit with the tip of her tongue. "If you're ready, Freddy."
"Bend over the bed, baby," he said.
Mrs. Dovel bent over, her tits hanging incredibly far. The big breasts jiggled with her breathing. She looked over her shoulder and made a lewd motion with her tongue, as if she were inviting him to slip his prick into her mouth again for some suction.
Tommy let go of Suzy's breast. His hand slipped out of her pants. He worked all ten fingers at the buttons of her fly, breathing hard in her ear. Suzy hooked her thumbs in his belt loops and tugged at his pants without looking back. She didn't want to miss the scene in the bedroom for anything, much less for taking Tom's pants down.
In seconds, her own pants were down around her knees. Tom undid his own fly and Suzy's tug took his jeans to mid-thigh. The little girl felt his prick start tapping against the base of her pussy. She put a hand out behind and held him off. "Wait until we see what they're going to do," she whispered. She bent further, bracing her hands on her knees. Her hips wiggled lubriciously when Tom's hands sneaked to cover her cunt again, one sliding down from the front, the other slipping up from behind.
Fred Dovel knelt on the floor behind his wife's plump, poked-out ass. The hemispheres of her ass were widely separated, showing the puckered crater of her asshole and the drooling opening of her vagina. He put a hand on each cheek, pressed outward, and buried his face between her buttocks.
The sight hit Suzy like a fist in the belly. She wanted to feel Tommy's face on her own ass, but she hadn't even had the nerve to ask him to eat her pussy. Suzy felt his hands tighten in her crotch, a fingertip wiggling into her cunthole, but she didn't insist on Tom's going down to suck her asshole.
And that was obviously what Fred Dovel was doing. His mouth was wide open, his tongue poked out, and he was licking around the rim of his wife's rectum. His tongue flickered and stabbed, hitting the center of the chute, then slapping along the sides. He licked and slurped, thrusting his tongue into the slot and pulling back. He rolled her ample ass around, moving his hands like a baker kneading dough, then buried his face in her asscrack again. His hands dented the outsides of her asscheeks and he wiggled his head. His whole face was covered with wide white butt cheeks and the animal sounds of his grunts came clearly through the window.
Mrs. Dovel was moving too. She was pushing back, tucking under again, dragging her huge breasts along the sheets. Her mouth was wide open and she gasped with pure heat. One of her hands slipped down to her pussy, molding the fat, juicy lips into a tight knot of hot pleasure. Her other hand went back to Fred's head. She pushed his face against her ass and moaned.
"Oh, goddamit, God, goddammit! Oww, Freddy, I love it when you eat my asshole! You're a filthy bastard, Fred, but your tongue drives me crazy!" she growled. "Don't stop, don't stop moving that tongue or those hands, honey!"
Fred Dovel just growled and grunted. His voice sounded nearly as wet as the squishy noises of her fingers in her cunt. He rimmed her ass over and over. The flat of his tongue skidded across the whole circle of her rectum. He forced his nose against the hard ridge of her tailbone, rolling his face in the softness of her ass and denting his beak against her coccyx. His tongue slipped from her asshole to her vagina, scooping up a load of cream. He let the saliva and the cunt-juice drool over her asshole, then speared her shitter again with his tongue.
"Oh, you fucker, you lowdown ass-eatin' fucker!" she moaned. "Take it, tongue it, eat me until I'm soaked, Fred! Ahh, oh, wiggle it, wiggle that nasty tongue! Oaugh, it feels so goddamn disgustingly good!"
Suzy could believe that. She was revolted by the notion of anyone eating any asshole, but the thought of having a tongue plunging wetly in and out of her own back channel made her pussy drizzle like Noah's flood. She rotated her hips and felt the cream-slick surface of Tom's thumb slip over the tight ring of her asshole. She pushed back, Tom pushed forward, and her rectum took his thumb like a baby takes a nipple.
The heat in her pussy flared higher, then higher again. Tom's probing digit was only one knuckle deep, but it inflamed her. There was some sort of strange connection between her rectum and her vagina. Suzy worked her ass like a belly dancer, trying to find out what that connection was.
His index finger slipped into her vagina, and Suzy felt part of the connection. The stretching in her ass made her cunt feel tighter around his finger. He rubbed the finger and thumb together, pinching the thin membrane between the two holes, and Suzy wanted to faint. It was all she could do to keep her hands on her knees. She started to reach up and press his hands more tightly against her crotch, but the scene beyond the window changed.
No! He won't! He can't-SHE can't!
"He's gonna-" Tom said.
"Shhh!" Suzy hissed. "Keep touching me."
Tom's hand started moving again, one finger going deeper into her cunt while his thumb slid further into her asshole. Suzy stared through the window, torn between the feelings in her crotch and her need to watch the action in the Dovels' bedroom.
Fred Dovel leaned across the low chair and grabbed a jar. He spun the top off, letting the metal disc fall to the floor and roll away. There was thick white goo in the jar. He dipped two fingers deep into the stuff. He slathered the lube around the head of his prick, then smeared it down his shaft. He dipped more grease from the jar and filled his wife's ass cleft with it.
His fingers reamed into her asshole. Suzy could hardly believe that Mrs. Dovel could take both those fingers, but when the third one slid in, she blinked. Was he in her ass or her pussy?
Mrs. Dovel thrust her broad ass back at Fred. Yes, all three fingers were wedged into the puckered circle of her rectum. Suzy could all but feel those fingers splitting her own bung. She was glad Tom had only put one joint of his thumb into her.
Fred's fingers slid almost to the knuckles, then popped out again. He wiped the rest of the white goo on his prick, stepped forward, and aimed his cock for the center of the mass of white cream he'd piled on his wife's ass.
The purplish head of his prick showed through the coating of grease, and Suzy could even see the hairs plastered to the shaft of his cock. He gave the middle of his cock stem a squeeze, then a shake, and put it against the middle of the deep, wide cleft of Mrs. Dovel's ass.
The woman rose higher on the bed, propping her elbows under herself. She closed her eyes. Her lips moved silently, and it happened.
The wide head of Fred Dovel's cock popped past the ring of her ass muscle. Suzy winced at the sight, then she winced at the way Tom dug his thumb deeper into her own, never-fucked asshole. She didn't know if her gasp had been loud enough for the Dovels to hear, but she shrank down out of sight anyway.
It was just too much to watch. She'd seen cocksucking, and fucking, and watched Tom's sister getting her pussy royally gobbled, but Suzy didn't know if she could stand to see Fred Dovel fucking his wife's asshole. Already her own rectum was burning from Tom's thumb, and unless that was a super-slick cream, Suzy knew that Mrs. Dovel's ass had to be on fire. She peeked over the windowsill again.
On fire or not, the woman seemed to be enjoying it. Her head hung down, her breasts swayed forward and back, and her ass moved toward Fred's belly and away, toward it and away.
"Ummm, yeah, baby," Fred said, "I love that ass! I bet you feel like a horse is fucking you. I bet your asshole's gonna burn for a week!"
"But-but-but I like it, Freddy," Mrs. Dovel said, her voice high and strained. "I like feeling your big cock in my asshole, I like the way you move it so deep, I like the way you grease us both up before you fuck into me." Her hands went back and she stood, unsupported, over the edge of the bed. She gripped her asscheeks and spread them wider. "Deeper, honey, give me more! Oh, gimme more of your big prick!" She moved her hips in a circular roll as he pulled back, and the shaft of his cock rolled around with her.
Tom pulled his thumb out of Suzy's asshole. He bent over and hissed, "Let me try it, please? Let me put it into your butt." His whisper was tense.
Suzy felt his prickhead touch the cleft of her ass. She pulled forward. "No! We don't have any grease, Tommy, and you're way too big for me there!" She reached for his prick, straightening against his chest, and started stroking the soft skin back and forth over the center of the hard, bony-ridged bar. "Maybe later . .. if we can find something to make it slide easier."
Tom moved up against her buttocks again. Suzy felt his cockhead graze her ass and tried to push him away, but he took her hand off his prick. "I'll scream! You'll hurt me!"
Tom ignored her. He laid his prick along the middle of her bottom, then took her asscheeks in his hands he molded the warm mounds along his cock and started stroking back and forth. He had to have some of her, even if it was a dry hump. Watching the Dovels fucking was too much to stand without some action on his prick. He took advantage of Suzy's naked ass.
Suzy was wound up, too. She almost wished Tom would give her some of that thick, strong cock in her pussy instead of between her buttocks. She put both hands on the furry mound of her vulva and pressed the hot, puffy lips of her cunt against each other. She could keep herself going while she watched, too, if Tommy was going to.
Fred and Mrs. Dovel were hunching happily away in the bedroom now. The first few strokes of greased prick in well-lubed asshole hadn't been long or strong, but now Fred was getting charged up. His prick slid back, then went deep again, slid back and went deep. He pushed forward until his belly slapped against his wife's ass. He pulled back again, and his prick came out of her shitter.
She squealed. Four hands went to his cock, trying to steer it back into her asshole. The head hit the rim of her chute and skidded up the crevice between her cheeks. He pulled back and aimed more carefully, guiding with one hand and watching as he tried to match the motions of his cock head to the wiggly, jiggly. lusty motions of his busty wife's wide ass.
And in! Fred grunted with pleasure. His wife grunted with pain and pleasure. The bed squeaked as they both fell onto the edge of it, but Fred didn't slow his stroke or miss a single beat.
He plowed prick into her asshole. She was writhing, on her belly begging, and he lay on top of her kicking his feet up in the air. All his weight forced his cock into her ass, then he bucked and pulled a little meat out again.
"Please, no, no, no, no-ooo-ooo!" Mrs. Dovel wailed. "It's too much, it's too deep!" She got one hand under her belly, then the other. The angle of her wrists and the hurried, almost spastic motions of her elbows showed that she was fingering her cunt while Fred fucked her asshole. "Touch-touch-touch my titties, Fred! Oh, gah ... GAWD!"
Fred wrapped his arms around her. He put his feet back on the floor, digging his toes into the shabby carpet. He lunged into her ass, shovingcock at her butt till she screamed again. His hands worked around her big tits, masking them, separating them, torturing the nipples with pinches and squeezes and teases. "Take it, dammit, take it all," he grunted.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she wailed. "God, give it to me, fuck me, fuck my ass harder, Fred! Please, Freddy, come with me! I'm ready, baby, ready to feel it!"
Fred Dovel wasn't quite ready, but he worked at it.
His ass tensed. His breath came in great gusts. The pale masses of her ass jiggled and shuddered under him, vibrating like puddings. He thrust, ramming cock into her like a bull in a rut. He slipped out again and groaned, but shot straight back into her spasming asshole with one try. He gave her all the long-cock fucking she could stand and more, and his face turned red.
He was sweating furiously. Drops of cunt juice had squirted from her finger-filled vagina, covering Mrs. Dovel's asscheeks with thick, reeking shininess. Fred was wet all over. Drops of sweat splashed outward from his belly when he crashed against her ass. Drips fell from his face. His arms skidded on her ribs, too sweaty-wet to keep a good grip. He dug his fingers into her tits like hooks and gave a huge thrust.
She arched her back, then shoved her ass up again. He was ball-deep in her asshole. Fred pulled halfway back and drove in again, levering with his toes on the carpet, dragging at her tits with his hands. Mrs. Dovel screamed, a long, high noise that sounded like murder by dozens, and both Dovels went into fits of lunging motion.
He was coming, shooting gallons of spunk into her asshole, and he grunted like a circus strongman. Fred didn't long-dick her anymore, but his hips kept rolling, kept shooting that last quarter-inch of prick into her guts. He held on for dear life and let his jism flood her rectum.
And she was coming, coming frantically, coming frightfully. Her asscheeks tightened and relaxed. Her body bucked half off the bed, then fell back. She rose and fell in a hard, wrenching rhythm, snapping her spine back and forth. Mrs. Dovel was coming around her fingers and around his prick, and she couldn't stop it long enough to breathe. Her face was red, her elbows locked, and her heavy thighs went stiff. Even after Fred Dovel had stopped shoving her prick into her, she rolled and writhed, moving like a roomful of waterbeds, pulsing and clasping around his prick. Fred lay limp on her before her motions slowed. With a last convulsive shudder, she pulled her hands from under herself and let her ample, well-fucked body go limp.
Fred rolled off of her, his cock sticking up into the air. Even as Tom and Suzy watched, the brown-white-and-pink streaked shaft started to go limp.
Suzy was only a few seconds from coming, herself, and the hard motions of Tom's prick on her bottom told her he was damn near ready, too. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling of his prick between her asscheeks and the way his come tube rubbed across the mouth of her rectum. She wiggled back against him. Her fingers went to her pussy. She was just ready to push a fingertip onto her clitty and feel those sweet, delicious waves pulse along her nerves when she heard a crash. Something hit her foot.
Mr. Dovel had the other shoe in his hands, aiming it at Suzy's face. "Get outta here, you little bastards!"
Mrs. Dovel was screaming in the bedroom, her mouth open like a railroad tunnel. That is, she was trying to scream ... no sound came out. She had the top sheet off the bed, yanked up to cover about half of each of those massive breasts, and her free hand was rattling jars on the dressing table, looking for something else to throw.
Tom pulled away from Suzy. Suzy ducked. The shoe banged against the garage wall behind them. Other lights went on. Tom grabbed his pants and pulled. He grabbed Suzy and started to run.
She stumbled, her pants around her ankles. Suzy got one foot free and ran three steps. She yanked the other foot out of her pants and ran like hell.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Over fences. Through yards. Ducking into shadows and running again. Suzy was pumped full of adrenalin. She couldn't have stopped running if Tom had let her, and he wasn't about to let her.
It was a crazy jumble of flight. Suzy didn't have the breath or the time to do more than look around before taking off from one spot for another. Her pants were wadded in her hand, one leg trailing along the streets and sidewalks.
The neighbors were on the alert, first with the shouting, then the crashing glass, then Mrs. Dovel's scream. Suzy and Tom were under a streetlight in the middle of an intersection, when a big white police car whipped around the corner a block away. The spotlight flicked on and the kids ran even faster.
And leapt the curb and sidewalk and hit and rolled on a lawn and came up running again. The cop dropped the pedal and the tires squealed as the engine note went to a gas-guzzling baritone. The spotlight hit them again just as Suzy's pale legs and flashing asscheeks dodged round a hedge into a back yard.
They ran across the yard, jumped for a brick wall, and fell down the other side. The cop car skidded, then accelerated again, squealing around the corner to cut them off.
Suzy stuffed her feet into her pants. Tom grabbed her arm again as she tried to pull her jeans up. She shook her hand away. "Look!" he whispered, pointing to a big black shape moving toward them.
The wall was harder to climb from this side, but Suzy got over with a push from Tom. She rolled ass-over-head on the other side, struggling with her pants as Tom came flying over. The dog's teeth snapped on nothing on the other side of the wall.
It started barking. Suzy ran out the way she'd come in. They were only a block from the park, but the picnic area was as wide open as any street. She stopped at the edge of a pink-stucco garage and hissed, "Wait!"
Tom held up, already leaning forward to sprint across the street. 'That cop'll be here in a second!"
Suzy looked up. The garage wasn't high, and it had a flat roof. "Hoist me up."
Tom made a stirrup of his hands and lifted until Suzy could scrabble onto the roof. The dog beyond the wall kept barking.
There were lights on in half the houses on the block now. Some snapped off and curtains moved at the windows. Porch lights went on. "Gimme that brick."
Tom tossed a half-brick up to her. "What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna make the cop go the other way, then we can run to the park."
"Let's just hide!"
"No! They'll send more cops when he can't find us." Suzy hefted the brick in her hand. The spotlight was flicking back and forth on the pavement beyond the next corner. "Get down behind that bush, against the wall. I'll be right back."
Tom ducked, huddling into a ball in the shadow of a rosebush. Suzy could barely see him. She bent low and started across the roof of the garage, then jumped to the next one, four feet away.
. A thick brick wall ran to the corner of the house beyond. Suzy tiptoed along, hurrying, her arms out for balance. The police car came slowly around the corner, its spotlight checking every pool of shadow. Suzy ran to the tree that overhung the wall, grabbed a branch, and threw the brick over the house. She held her breath for two long seconds.
A huge crash told her that the brick had smashed down onto the car's hood or roof. The police car stopped, reversed, and screamed around the corner, the front end nearly whipping out of control. Suzy jumped to the ground and ran back to Tom, then toward the park.
"That was good. That was really good, Suzy," Tom said. They were past the picnic area, sitting against the wall of the lavatory at the near edge of the canyon.
"Did you hear him rush backwards?" Suzy shook her head in wonder. "Gawd, I hope I didn't ruin someone's car."
"Well, you kept us from gettin' ruined."
"Yeah." Suzy turned toward Tom. She turned her face up for a kiss.
His fingers slipped under the back of her sweatshirt, and the postponed heat that had been so ready to crest inside her rose higher. Suzy rolled toward him, flattening him on the grass and pressing the length of her body against his. She felt his erection against her belly.
"If you still want to . .." she hinted. "Huh?"
"What we saw tonight?" Suzy felt suddenly shy. She knew at least a couple of ways to say it, but it didn't seem like the kind of thing a girl should ask for.
"You mean, in your ass?"
She nodded. "We could use the soap from the bathroom." Her voice was very small.
Police cars were still driving past, hurrying, flashing their spotlights, but the little block building hid them from the street. "I'll go get some," Tom said. "Don't go away."
She waited about ten seconds, and the two police cars she heard made her nervous. It was all right with
Tom there, but without him it was less than pleasant. Suzy pulled off her sweatshirt, her pants, her shoes, and rolled them into a ball. When would he be back?
She heard odd noises inside the little building. Was somebody in there with Tom? Wouldn't he have shouted? She picked up the roll of clothing and stalked slowly toward the sounds, gleamingly nude.
It was even darker inside the building. She saw a vague shape moving against the wall and stopped. "Tommy?"
The shape turned. "I can't get this jar off here."
Suzy breathed relief. She set her clothes on the sink and looked at the dispenser. "I'm ready."
Tom looked up. "MMmmmm-hmmm." He started undoing his pants. "Wait.. . what if the cops come in here?"
"They won't." Suzy stood flatfooted, watching him as his pants slid down and his shirt came off. She couldn't see very well, and Suzy liked looking at Tom's body. The only light came through a square hole in the ceiling. She touched the bottom of the soap dispenser and thick, cold fluid trickled over her hand. "Why don't we go up on the roof?"
"Yeah!" Tom reached for her, but Suzy stepped back.
"Just hold still. You don't have to take the jar off." She pumped the bottom of the dispenser until her palm was full of soap, then went to her knees in front of him.
The shaft of his prick was pale in the dimness, like a vague white wand against the dark of his pubic hair. Suzy rubbed the soap all over the head of his prick, then slathered it down the shaft. Her little fist wrapped around his cock and worked up and down for a moment. "There, that should be enough," she announced. "Let's go upstairs."
A foot on a toilet, a foot on the stall's wall, and she was out in the moonlight on a white-gravel roof. Suzy spread her sweatshirt and pants out, then helped Tom through the skylight.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" Tom asked, buck-naked in the starlight. A city bus rumbled along the street facing the park and waddled around the corner.
"If you want to do it. .. just go easy." Suzy looked at him, standing still for a moment, then threw her arms around him and kissed him. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, sampling, licking, writhing like a hot, slippery eel. His hands went around her, pressing her smooth belly against the iron-hard length of his cock. She broke away. "Or we could do it the regular way."
"Whatever you want."
How the heck is this going to help me join the JJ's? Suzy wondered. She stood there naked, the almost-still wind caressing her smooth pale skin, and gnawed her lower lip. If I have to run and hide all the time, the way they always say they do, why should I join them?
Yeah, and if they can't even figure out how to break into old dummy Dovel's store, why should I tell them? Then, if I tell them how, why should I go along and maybe get caught? I don't think the cops are going to stay away very long now that we got so many of them out here tonight.
Suzy nodded. "Okay, Tommy." She got down on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder. "This way."
Tom knelt behind her. His hand sneaked around to her breast, pinching the nipple, stroking the aureole, coaxing the little point into erection. "You're sure?" he asked again.
"Maybe you should play with my pussy a little bit first." It was a scary thought, now that Suzy felt his body behind her. His fingers crept down to her crotch, rubbing the pouty lips, warming the softness, easing her into a warm, wet receptivity.
"That's nice ... I love touching your pussy."
"Mmmm-hhmmm." Suzy moved her hips. The slick, cold touch of his soaped prick against her ass cleft made her cuntal muscle tighten. The narrow end of his prickhead wandered along the middle of her ass cleft, then found the dot of her rectum. He pressed a little. Suzy thought, This is easy!
She realized she was wrong. The first fraction of an inch of Tom's prick had slipped right into the tiny opening, but the rest of the head suddenly stretched her asshole like a blunt stick. "Ooooh!" she squealed.
"You all right?"
"Yes ... I think," Suzy answered. "Maybe if you rub my titties a little more." She bent forward a little further, letting her head dangle between her arms.
The gravel under her hands was coarse, but not sharp enough to hurt. Suzy wondered if Tom's cock would fit into her ass at all. It didn't feel at all like having her cherry broken that afternoon. This sensation was just a vulgar, decadent feeling of fullness in her ass, not a lewd, straining mass that was going to open her body to ecstatic pleasures. She thought, Maybe Mrs. Dovel is built different. Maybe I won't be able to do it!
But Tom's hand was working on her titties. Suzy closed her eyes and tried to pay attention to her tits instead of the pressure at her rectum. She felt the little stroking motions of his fingers, the light pinches he gave her nipples.
"Open yourself up a little," Tom whispered.
Suzy reached back with both hands. She was bent awkwardly but she put a hand on each buttock and spread herself. "Oh, yeah, that helps," she breathed, and took a fresh grip, curling her fingers almost to the bottom of her ass cleft.
Tom swiveled, trying to corkscrew in as he'd done with her pussy. This hole was tighter, drier, almost rubbery. It resisted his cock like a solid wall of putty.
Suzy moved counter to his rotation, hoping he'd be able to put more cock in with her help. Little by little the knob slipped further into her asshole. It was definitely moving in now. She felt the little tab of skin at the throat of his prick, the tiny leftover shred from his circumcision. It pressed against the base of her rectum when she felt him swivel down to slide with more of an upward angle. The edges of his glans bore against the rubbery little ring of her ass muscle, and Suzy pressed down from the center of her belly. She pried harder with her fingertips. His knob popped in.
"Damn! Oh, that's so good! You feel different here ... all dry and hot and furry-like, Suzy. I wish I didn't have so much soap on my cock."
Suzy wished she had more soap, not less. She was glad to release the downward pressure and let her ass-ring contract around his prick. She felt the ridge of his knob just inside her rectum, and a strange, lewd heat rose toward her belly. I bet I'll feel it all the way to my stomach! she thought, and Suzy began to move again.
The tiny motion encouraged Tom to push further into her ass hole. He pressed forward and upward, aiming for the small of her back. Little by little, the tapered shoulders of his prick spread her ass hole wider. His cockhead moved further into the long, dry tube of her ass guts.
Suzy lost track of the feeling until the pressure inside her ass made her gasp. "Ohh, ow! Please, Tommy, it hurts!"
Tommy stopped moving deeper. He began to withdraw. An inch of prick slipped out of her ass.
Suzy felt like she was taking the biggest, most pleasurable shit of her whole life. The bone-hard ridges that she'd felt with her fingers and her lips seemed to be inches high when his cock slipped back. When the swollen ring of the glans pressed against the inside of her rectum, she let out a long hiss, then a low moan.
Tom stopped again. "No, it feels too good," Suzy moaned. "Don't you dare take it out of me!"
Now that strange connection between her asshole and her vagina was coming back to her. When she'd felt Tom's thumb in her ass hole, she'd felt weird, and his finger had reinforced the feeling. Now, without even touching her cunthole, she felt her pussy winding up like a spark generator. She moved her ass in a quick, shuddery shimmy and felt more of Tom's cock slide into her colon.
The sensitivity of her ass hole made his prick seem miles long. Suzy moaned low in her throat, but she moved her ass toward him. She didn't want him thinking it was a moan of pain. She liked the feeling, liked the strange, unclean air of degradation, the odd, remote-control way the pressure in her ass worked on her clitty. Suzy moved further and faster. She milked the stretched ring of her ass hole back and forth on his cockshaft.
Tom was moving harder now, but Suzy didn't mind. He wasn't about to pull his prick out of her ass, and that was what mattered. She swiveled her hips, trying to feel where the head of his cock had reached. Since only her ass hole had enough feeling to overcome the electric buzzing building up in her clitty, Suzy couldn't tell where the thick ridge of his knob was without swiveling.
And she swiveled like a carnival ride. Suzy felt a strain inside, high in her guts, and she realized Tom must be ready to strike bottom. She pushed back toward his prick, wondering what would happen.
A pain flashed in her belly. She gasped, and Tom shoved more meat to her ass hole.
She let go of her asscheeks. Suzy propped herself up with one hand and stuffed the other fist in her mouth. "UNNggghh!" she grunted.
The combination of a long cock in her guts and the kisses of her slippery cunt lips the sides of her clitty set a fire in Suzy's brain. She butted back against his belly, then lowered her torso. Her tits touched her sweatshirt. With a push of her hand, she drove herself off his prick. She slid back again.
She was impaled on prick, delightfully, lewdly, lasciviously impaled. Suzy moved back and forth, rocking forward and down, then rising and backing toward his prick. Her overloaded ass slid along the full length of his pistoning prick. She whispered, "Please, honey, Tommy, fuck me harder! Oh, a lot harder, a lot faster . . . make me come!"
He did. He thrust deep and hard, then pulled back before her burning rectum could adjust to the depth of his prick in her guts. Suzy was on fire. Heat raged from her ass hole and her cunt to her hands, her feet, her brain. "Please, please, touch my pussy, too," she whispered. "I want to go off, I want it now!"
Tom's hands went around her thighs. He grabbed at the soggy muff of her cuntal hair. He pressed at her cuntlips,, mauled the whole zone around her clitty. Suzy bucked and wiggled, hurrying him, and he fingered her cunt harder.
She was ready . . . she was more than ready. Suzy knew a little more pressure on her clitty, a little more fingering near her vagina, would make the whole lower half of her body explode.
She wriggled like a snake, her sweaty skin sliding all over his slick belly. Suzy wanted more, more, more, and she intended to get it.
Suddenly, his fingers found her cunt-mouth. One finger dove in, then another. His fingertips touched his cock, pressing, rubbing, massaging through the thin membrane between her ass hole and her cunt. The ring of muscle at the mouth of her cunt snapped shut on his fingers. His hand was trapped, but it still wiggled. His cock pulled almost all the way out of her ass hole, then pounded in again.
There it was, the same short, sharp hitch she'd felt when he was ready to come before. Suzy concentrated on the pulsing length of prick in her ass hole. She squirmed, wrapping the satiny width of ass tube around his cockhead. Her hands came off the roof, moving to force his fingers deeper into her cunt. Suzy jabbed two fingers onto the tip of her clitty and the whole world exploded.
The pain and the lewd, impossible fullness in her ass hole combined with skyrockets of heat from her clitty. She felt every knuckle, every fingerprint of Tom's hand when her cunt muscle clamped down. She bounced high, then smashed down and a sensation like live steam ripped into her ass. Suzy's hand went out in front of her. She caught herself just before hitting the roof.
Her titties jiggled like water balloons. Tom's hand was still trapped in her cunt, still stuffing more pleasure into her pussy, still holding her ass hole against his spurting cock. Tom held her still, driving more and more semen into her ass hole. Jism filled the whole upper portion of her colon. With a groan like a dying man, he let his fingers slip out of her cunt. He slipped onto her back.
Suzy let herself down onto the roof. She kept coming, kept milking her ass hole up and down his prick, kept trying to drag the last drops of his seed out of the tube. Her hips rolled reflexively, easing his prick in and out with every pulse of her fading orgasm. She steadied herself as his prick began to slip away.
A horrible suction in the middle of her belly told her he was leaving her. Suzy moaned. Oh god, oh god, oh,
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was very quiet on the street. The rising sun reflected from the windows of Dovel's Grocery and Hobby Store, silvering the front of the building. It was just a few minutes after five and the newsman was delivering the Sunday papers. He unlocked the racks, scooped out the money, and reloaded the papers. Gary Wiggins shaded his eyes and peered into the store.
Everything looked normal. He dawdled. He had to have the truck back by seven, but he'd all but finished his route. He refilled another rack, then a third. He pretended to find a chip around the keyhole of the lock, glancing up now and then. A police car drove by, and Gary lifted three fingers in a wave. The cop waved back.
Gary looked at the store windows. There-the big bright-yellow skateboard in the window was gone. He tossed the returns into the truck and drove around the block, then into the far end of the alley.
Four figures were already waiting next to a half-dozen trash cans. Gary set the brake but left the motor running. He helped hoist the heavy plastic cans into the truck. Two capped and coated kids melted away. The other pair slipped into the cab of the truck. A tall boy came across the alley, a heavy cardboard carton in his hands. He put it into the truck and rolled himself over the tailgate. Gary put the truck in gear and drove off.
He looked at his brother. "That was slick, Jimmy. Who figured it out?"
Jimmy pulled the jammed-down cap off the smaller person in the middle of the seat. "The JJ's new member . . . Suzy Wilton." He grinned wide.
Suzy blushed. "That'll get Dovel out of here for sure." She smiled tentatively at Gary.
Gary looked at her long black hair and her pretty green eyes. "New Junior Jester, hey?"
Suzy nodded.
"How'd you like to be promoted to Joker? We could use a member who can think like you .. . and run like you can."
Suzy stared at him.
"Yeah, Kathy recognized you right away."
Suzy turned brighter red. "I . . . I, umm," she stammered.
"Don't worry. I'm not mad and she's not mad, and Jimmy doesn't even know what we're talking about. Welcome in, Jester."
