The reader will know why the young people who supplied this case history report must remain anonymous. The details are too intimate; the sexual confession too graphic, for any identification of real people to be made.
Yet, this book is dedicated to the boy and girl-the siblings-who lived the experiences which are reported in this book.
CHAPTER 1
They've got me in this vocational school for wayward boys and they've also got my kid sister in another joint that's supposed to help girls who "go wrong." My sister and I got mixed up with these two weirdo characters who made bread out of sex stuff. I hold no grudge against Mrs. Devine and her brother Basil. Hell, I had me a ball with them-with Mrs. Devine, I mean. She was really something else, that woman. The only trouble was that my sister and I were too young to be fooling around with the sex bit, I guess. Anyway, that's what they told us, the authorities, the docs and everybody. Lot they know about it. Nuts.
As I was saying, they've got me in this school and every day I had to go to the doc's office and tell him a bit more about what he calls the "unusual situation." It took me about a month, maybe longer, to give out with the whole story, detail by detail. Sometimes I got the impression the old doc was more interested in hearing about the sex scenes than he was in "helping" me.
After I told him the complete story, he suggested (therapy, he called it) I go to the reading room of the school every day and write the whole affair down on paper. (They have several typewriters there and the kids are encouraged to use them.) Well, I figured it was better to do this than go to work in the lousy laundry like some of the other guys do, so I did as he told me.
So, I wrote the story of my sister, myself, Mrs. Devine and Basil. This is how it all came about and I haven't changed anything. It really happened just as I have put it down here.
* * *
I was fifteen years old and as fifteen-year-old boys often do, I dreamed. I dreamed of a lush body close to me and the lush body was begging me for it, begging me desperately, but in some strange kind of garbled tongue. I must have done considerable jerking and jumping about while I was sleeping, for I noticed later that the bedding was in a mess, but at the moment I gave this no thought. The one thing I was aware of was that I was wildly excited, more so than I had ever before been. My dingus was hard, as hard as can be, and it was beginning to drip. I knew that if I so much as touched it, it would go off in one long, magnificent explosion, but I didn't want this to happen. I tried to bring back the image of this lush body, this lush female body that had tempted me, begged me, but the image was gone. A wild idea passed through my mind. It scared me.
"Elly," I muttered. "Elly."
I shuddered at the thought and knew that if I gave way to this impulse I could get into awful trouble with my parents, but my parents were away. They had gone to the lake the day before, leaving Elly and me alone in the house. Elly (my sister, if you haven't guessed that) was thirteen. Did I dare to try it? I found myself leaping up from the bed and running across the bedroom floor. When I got to the hall door, something slowed me down. I stopped, my heart hammering furiously, and considered the consequences briefly. The hell with the consequences, my inflamed mind told me. Go to her, Tommy, go to her and find out. I left my room and ran down the hall to Elly's door. It stood ajar and with my heart beating more furiously now, I entered the room and approached the bed where Elly lay sleeping quietly. Dawn was beginning to lighten the room, so I could see her fairly well. She lay on her back with one arm above her head and on the pillow. Her blonde hair hung down around her pretty, angelic face, and this only served to make me hotter. Her nightdress was white and cut square and low in the front, affording me a look at her young, exciting breasts.
"Elly," I whispered, though there was no need to whisper. "Are you asleep?" There was no need to ask this, either, for she was very much asleep. She stirred a little and moved her lips a bit. "Elly," I repeated, and then said the first thing that came to mind. "I'm cold. I've been dreaming. Can I get in bed with you?"
She surprised me. "Don't care." She moved over a little on the bed, turning her back to me, the covers falling down off her back and revealing the fact that her buttocks were now uncovered by her nightie. "What's the matter?" she muttered thickly, and dropped off to sleep again, if she had ever really been awake.
My dingus was extremely hard now and I pulled my pajamas over to one side to cover it as I placed one knee on the bed. "You sleeping?" I asked.
She grunted and moved on the bed again. My heart now was threatening to leap out of my body and as I lay down carefully on the bed I knew fear for a moment. What if she should wake up and get mad at me and later tell our parents? Man, would I be in for trouble. My body shook from this momentary fear, and then I remembered a couple of the cracks I had once overheard concerning my kid sister. I even remembered how I had beat the hell out of one guy when I heard him say something bad about her. This knowledge seemed to strengthen my resolve not to weaken now, but to go ahead and try it. I was in a bad way. I was in a good way, I mean, but a bad one, too, depending on your point of view. I pulled the sheet up over my body and sank my head down on the pillow. I turned on my side with my dingus pointing at her body and as I did so she moved in her sleep and her buttocks touched the head of it. I shivered and nearly went off but did not. She grunted once or twice and my hand shaking considerably, I put my arm carelessly over her body. She moved and halfheartedly tried to push my arm away without really knowing what she was doing, for I was sure she was still sleeping.
I was growing wilder by the moment. Discretion was flying, had flown, out of the window and I moved my body up closer to hers. Her body was warm and nice and exciting and as my dingus touched her buttocks again, I wondered if she would holler if I suddenly rammed it in between her legs.
The truth was, I didn't dare move that fast. I knew I had to control myself to a certain extent, had to go very slow with her or I'd be in deep trouble. I was so hot now that I could have blown all over her bare butt, but I didn't want to do that. I knew I had to get her excited, too. This was very important. I had to get her excited and wanting it as much as I, for then she wouldn't be able to point the finger at me and say it was all my fault, which of course it was, or would be.
In short, I knew I had to be something of a heel, but there's nothing wrong with that. When a guy is hot and hard up he has to act like a heel sometimes or he'll never get any-not ever. I knew I'd feel lousy about it later, but right now ... well, right now who cared about feeling lousy later. Guys aren't built that way. They can't think that far ahead and get what they want.
I took my piece between my thumb and forefinger and shoved it gently between her warm thighs. She flopped over quickly on her back, her eyes wide now and regarding me with a very strange look.
"What do you think you're doing, Tommy?" she asked. She didn't really look mad, just startled.
I couldn't think of the right thing to say, so I said nothing.
She sat up on the bed and brushed her blonde hair out of her face. "Tommy, why are you in my bed?"
"I told you," I said grumpily. "I was cold. Asked you and you said you didn't care."
"I said that? I don't believe it, Tommy."
"Well ... you did," I replied defensively. "You told me to hop right in with you. That's just what you said."
She squinted her blue eyes at me. "You were dreaming. Right?"
I found it difficult to meet her gaze but managed to do so. "Yeah, I was having a wild dream."
She was silent for a moment. "I know how it is, Tommy. I have them, too, sometimes."
"Girls have dreams?" I asked. Hell, I'd never heard this before. Not the kind of dreams I was talking about.
She giggled. "Have 'em all the time, Tommy."
"Then you aren't ... mad at me?"
"I don't know," she said slowly, soberly. "You might tell somebody."
"I won't tell nobody, Elly. I won't tell ... dad or mom. You think I'm nuts? Just let me ... stay here in bed."
She was silent.
"Elly, you mean girls have dreams about ... guys wanting them?"
She giggled. "Sure, silly. Lots of 'em."
I groaned, my heart hammering wildly again, not that it had ever stopped doing so but only that I hadn't been conscious of the past few moments. "That's what I was doing, Elly. I was dreaming about this woman and she was ... beggin' me. You know what I mean?"
Elly giggled again. "Sure I do. She wanted you to ... do something and then you woke up."
"Yeah. Then I woke up. I'm awful ... I'm awful...."
"Awful hot, Tommy?"
I gulped. "Yeah. Just awful. I'm going nuts from it."
"And you want me to..." she said softly. "Sort of. I got to do ... it to somebody, damn it."
"Don't swear at me, Tommy. Don't you ever swear at me."
"Wasn't swearing at you, Elly. Just swearing."
"Well, don't. Swearing doesn't help."
I did a stupid thing then. I mean I said something stupid. I said, "I've heard you use words that were worse than swearing."
But she merely giggled again. "That's different. That's ... fun."
I was getting more and more desperate and all this talk didn't help much. "Elly," I said, my speech suddenly thick. "Touch me, will you?"
She flopped on her side again with her face turned away from mine. "Touch you ... where, Tommy?"
"You know," I said, gulping.
"I don't want to do that, Tommy. I'm your ... sister."
"What difference does that make?" I said fiercely. "Nobody here but us. Who's gonna know but you and me?"
She was silent again for a moment. Then: "Tommy, do you know what adults call this?"
"No, what?" I knew, but I wanted to hear her say it, if she really knew and wasn't just girl-faking. Girl-faking is when a girl pretends she knows a lot more about something than a guy but really doesn't.
"They call it incest, Tommy."
"I don't care," I said roughly, the word having shook me quite a bit. "I don't care what they call it."
She moved her body slightly so that her buttocks brushed against my agonized dingus. "Did you like that, Tommy?" she asked softly.
I sucked in air like crazy. "Yes. Do it again, Elly."
"No," she said. "I'm not gonna do it again."
"Elly ... can I?"
"Can you what?"
"You know, damn it."
"I told you not to swear at me."
"Nuts," I said. "Nuts."
"You can, Tommy," she said quietly. "But if you ever tell anyone, I'll ... brain you."
"You mean it?" I asked, my heart caught in my throat now. It seemed to be, at least. "Do you really mean that?"
She didn't answer me.
I rammed my peter between her legs suddenly, but she jumped away and flopped over on her back, her eyes angry.
"That's not the way," she cried. "What's the matter with you?"
I was bewildered. "What do you mean, Elly?" I stammered.
"You have to make a girl hot first, silly. Play with me."
"You mean play with your..."
"Play with my titties, Tommy. Haven't you ever been out with a girl?"
" 'Course I have," I retorted. "What do you think I am--a stupe? How was I to know you wanted me to play with your titties?"
"You always play with a girl's titties, Tommy. Always."
She was looking at me now and I didn't want her to. "Turn over on your side again," I said softly, my small amount of resentment having left me. "I'll play with your old titties if that's what you want."
She glared at me. "Well ... you don't have to, you know. If you wanna go back to your own bed, go ahead."
I had gone too far. I pulled back immediately. "I'm sorry, Elly. It's just that when a guy gets hot like I am he ... he doesn't know ... he doesn't know what he's doing."
She giggled again. "Sure. I know. Only ... play with me for a while. Gee, I want some fun out of it, too, you know."
"You do?" I asked, my heart hammering furiously again. It was wildly exciting to hear a girl say that.
" 'Course I do. What's the matter with you, anyway? Do you think I'm dead just because I'm a girl?"
"I just never thought..." I had to break off the sentence because I wasn't sure of what I had been about to say.
"Why don't you play with me, stupid?"
I didn't much care for this. "Wish you wouldn't call me that. I don't call you names."
"Okay, Tommy. I'm sorry."
I put my hand on her titty and she sighed. "You like that, don't you?" I asked, my voice sounding hollow.
"Yes. It makes goose bumps all over me. Rub the nipple, Tommy, rub it gently. Make me real hot like you are."
I rubbed her nipple gently and she thrust her hand in back of her and I felt her fingers going about my cock, felt her running her hand up and down on it. I squirted a little on her butt and she giggled nervously.
"You hit me," she said. "You hit me with your stuff, Tommy."
I was breathing hard now. "Yeah," I said hoarsely. "Man, am I ever hot."
"Rub my titties harder now, Tommy. Then you can stick it in."
"All right," I said, my voice sounding as if it came from a mile off. I rubbed her titties hard, making circling motions, and she cried out once or twice and squirmed about a lot on the bed. "You really love that, Elly, don't you?"
"Take your pajama pants off, Tommy. I'll take off my nightie and put it under me."
"What for? Why put your nightie under you?"
"So mom won't know, stupid. Supposing you squirt all over the sheet." She sat up and yanked her nightie over her head and placed it under her butt.
"Won't mom see it if I get it on your nightie?" I asked.
"I can wash my nightie and she won't think anything of it, but if I washed the sheet she might wonder about it. I never wash my sheets but often do my nightie."
I grinned nervously. "You got everything figured out, haven't you ... and all the time I was scared of what you'd do ... if I crawled in bed with you."
She giggled. "Well ... you really shouldn't be here, Tommy. After all, you're my brother."
"Guess we're pretty awful, huh?"
"Not if we keep it to ourselves. Lots of girls do ... it with their brothers, Tommy."
"I never heard any guys say that."
"Maybe guys don't want to tell other guys, Tommy."
"Maybe. You mean girls tell each other."
"Some do."
"You got me worried now. How do I know you won't tell some of your friends?"
"Don't worry. I won't tell anybody. These girls who tell this are just plain nuts. I'm not."
"Okay," I said, reassured.
"Take off your pajamas. You'll get stuff on them, too, maybe."
I kicked off my pajama bottoms and pushed them off to the floor. Man, it felt great to have my lower body bare and up against her bare body. Her body was warm and soft and wildly exciting. I nearly blew there and then without even touching her, not really.
"Rub 'em, Tommy. Just a little while longer."
I rubbed her titties until I couldn't stand it any longer and then I pulled her legs apart and tried to crawl on top of her.
"Hold it," she said. "Not yet. I'm not ready."
"How long does it take you to get ready?" I asked, annoyed at her.
"I'm a girl. Give me time."
"You've already had lots of time. Come on. Let me put it in."
"Boy, I never saw anyone like you, Tommy. I think you're just mean and selfish."
"I am not," I retorted. "I'm just hot."
She sighed and lay flat on her back and looked up at me. "All right, Tommy. Put it in me. Be careful. Don't just ram it in. Put it in nice."
It was the way she said it, or maybe the fact that she said it, but it caused me to squirt all over her tummy. I started to say I was sorry-I was a bit confused-but she just giggled and told me it was nice. I grinned and lay down on her and fumbled around trying to get the head into her cunt. She moved each time I poked at her and this made me kind of annoyed.
"Hold still, dammit," I said. "What do you think I am-a magician?"
"Don't swear, Tommy," she cautioned. "I was just teasing you."
"Well, don't tease me. I can't stand it. First thing you know I'm gonna pop it all out on your tummy."
"I wouldn't mind," she said, sighing. "Boy, that felt good, all hot and sticky and stuff."
I grinned again and poked it at her cunt. This time she spread her legs wide and helped me steer it in. I almost went nuts when I felt my hard-on entering her wet cunt. Man, it felt good. It was so warm and slippery and ... well, great.
"Now don't go off right away, Tommy," she said. "Go slow and let me have my fun, too."
I moved as slowly in her as I could stand. Then I began to speed it up a bit.
"Tommy, keep it slow. You can go faster later when you're ready to blow."
"I'm ready to blow right now," I groaned. "Let me go fast. I can do it to you three or four times."
She sighed. "All right, Tommy. Do it your way, but I warn you, I'm gonna keep you on top of me till I get it ... right."
"You're gonna get it right, Elly. Don't go worrying about that now. I know what I'm doing. You ain't the first girl I've topped."
She giggled. "What an awful way to put it, but I kind of like it."
I pumped in her cunt a little faster. "How about that, Elly?"
"Yes," she gasped. "It's pretty good, Tommy."
I felt her wrap her arms about my body and then her legs went around mine. She seemed to know what she was doing all right, for she hooked her toes and feet around my ankles just right. Man, it felt great. I moved faster now and she squealed.
"Tommy," she gasped. "Can't you make it go deeper?"
"Sure," I grunted, and began to really pump it into her. I went as deep as I could and got a bit rough about it, too, but she seemed to like this just fine.
"Tommy," she breathed. "Don't you go telling anyone now, will you?"
"No," I said struggling for air. "Shut up about that, can't you?"
She was silent for a moment. The only sounds I heard from her were her hard, fast breathing ones and the little suction sounds that came from her box as-I went in and out. "Tommy," she said, her voice breaking. "It feels ... just ... wonderful."
"Yeah," I said. "Wonderful."
A moment later she muttered something I couldn't understand.
"Huh?" I asked, not caring, but asking it anyhow. "What?"
"Faster, Tommy. Now you can go faster. I think I'm coming."
I speeded up my movement still more and also went as deeply into her as I could. She hung onto me with her arms like mad. Man, did my little sister ever like it. She was the hottest little gal I had ever seen, no mistake about it. I even wondered why I hadn't ever tried to screw her before, but I guess there's a first time for everything.
"Tommy," she cried out. "Don't ... slow down. Go ... hard now. Pump ... it into me. I'm going ... off ... offf ... oh ... Tommy ... oh..."
This really drove me nuts, hearing her say this. Her body was as stiff as a board and yet it was relaxed, too, if that makes any sense. I pumped like a wild guy now and she began to scratch my bare back fiercely while holding my ankles with her feet so tightly I figured she'd have to end up busting a leg or something, maybe hers, maybe mine.
"Squirt it into me, Tommy," she begged. "I'm going off."
I really pumped it into her then and the whole world seemed to explode in my face, my eyes got dim, my head spun, my spine seemed to break in two. I thought the top of my head was going to fly off into space as I squirted my stuff into her cunt and she pumped away at me as if wanting it to continue for a whole week or something. Even after I had drained myself of all my juice, she kept on pumping at me with her box and I was damned if I didn't start squirting all over again. This time I blew off even more than the first time and when my stuff hit her she squealed and seemed to go smack out of her mind.
"My brother's fuckin' me," she squealed. "My own brother's fuckin' me." She said it half a dozen times and I thought for certain she had
I stopped, too. Stopped moving in her and lay on top of her, my hard-on buried deeply inside her and every now and then-even though neither of us was moving a muscle-I would squirt a little into her.
"Wonderful, Tommy," she breathed in my ear and before I could stop her, she had placed her mouth over my lips and was tongue-fucking me.
What a kid sister I had. Terrific! I knew one thing for sure now. Whenever I got hard up all I had to do was to get Elly alone somewhere. Elly was willing and I was eager. Man, what a gas it was going to be.
I thought.
CHAPTER 2
The trouble was, I didn't have a chance to be alone with her for at least a month. Our parents always seemed to be in the house at the wrong time and this just about drove me crazy. It wasn't until the woman moved into the house down the street that I began to forget-for the time being-about Elly and what she could do for me. I first learned about the woman living on the corner of Third and State Streets by accident. I was walking past her house one day, trying to think up something groovy to do, when I heard her call out.
"Boy. You there. Come here a moment."
I stopped in my tracks and glanced up at the dark-haired woman on the porch. She was about thirty, I figured, and built like crazy. That was the first thing I noticed. Next I noticed that she was smiling at me and she had a real great smile. Her teeth were white and even and her tits were big.
"Yes, ma'am," I said politely. "Were you talking to me?"
"Yes, boy. Come up on the porch, would you, please."
"Sure."
I went up the steps and stopped on the top one.
"You look like a nice, strong boy. Would you like a little job?"
"Sure," I said. "What do you want me to do, ma'am?"
"It's not much. Just carry out my garbage."
"Okay," I said, wondering why a big, strong woman like her couldn't carry out a bit of garbage.
"I'll pay you fifty cents for it. Will that be sufficient?"
"Yeah. I mean, yes. That'll be fine, ma'am."
"Good. Come inside, please."
I followed her into the house and she took hold of my arm in the nicest way imaginable. I almost got the hots just from her touching me. She took me to the kitchen and pointed at one dinky little sack on the floor. "That's the garbage. Carry it to the curb, boy."
"Is that all you have?" I blurted. "That's not much garbage." I glanced into a corner of the room and saw what looked to be a movie camera. I wondered if she made a lot of home movies. But the camera didn't look like a home movie type. It was much larger.
She smiled nicely. "I just moved in yesterday. Haven't had time to collect a lot of it. Take it to the curb and then come back and I'll give you your fifty cents, boy."
"All right," I said. I carried the dinky sack out of the house, placed it down near the curb on Third Street and returned to the rear door. I stood there peering through the screen of the door. "It's all done," I said, trying to see her.
"Just a minute," she said. "Be right with you, boy."
I remained standing there and a couple of minutes passed by before she thrust open the screen door and, smiling nicely again, beckoned me to enter. I stepped inside and saw immediately that she was wearing only a bra and very thin shorts now. I drew in my breath at the sight of her tummy, all bare and tanned and nice. Her bellybutton fascinated me and I could hardly tear my eyes from it, but I managed to do so and looked up at her titties. They were even bigger than I had thought, really enormous, and stood straight out. I tell you, they were enough to drive a young guy half nuts. She caught me looking at them, but she only smiled.
"That wasn't too difficult a job, was it, boy?"
"Beg your pardon, ma'am?" I said. I think I flushed a bit.
"I mean about the garbage, boy. Come in the other room and I'll see if I can find fifty cents."
"You don't have to pay me nothing, ma'am," I blurted. "That's okay."
"Oh, but I insist," she said, smiling again. "Fifty cents isn't very much these days."
I noted now that she was wearing no shoes and there was something wild about seeing this grown-up woman dressed as she was and barefoot, too. I had never seen this much of a grown woman's body before, at least not this close up.
She turned and walked into the front room and I followed her and waited while she fumbled around in her purse. Finally she found two quarters and handed them to me. I stuck them in my pocket and looked at her titties again. I guess I must have appeared nervous because she pressed my arm gently and smiled again.
"Is something wrong, boy?" she asked softly, silkily.
"No, ma'am. Thanks for the fifty cents."
"You're welcome, I'm sure. Tell me, boy." Here she looked me over carefully. "Do you live nearby?"
"I live up on the other corner, ma'am."
"I see," she said, bobbing her head up and down prettily. "Do you live with your ... parents?"
"Yes, ma'am."
I wasn't sure about it, but I thought she sighed. "How old are you, boy?"
"Fifteen. I'm a sophomore this coming fall."
"That's nice," she said. "I'm Mrs. Devine."
She certainly was, all right. Divine, that is. "Glad to know you, Mrs. Devine." I looked at those mammoth titties again. "Any time you want something ... done around the house ... I'll be glad to..."
"Why, thank you." She looked me over again, one eye partly closed. "By the way, what is your name, boy?"
"Tommy Gates."
"What is your father's name?"
"Frank Gates," I replied.
"And you live up on the corner, that way?" She pointed.
"Yes, ma'am. That'se right."
"Hmm."
"Beg your pardon, ma'am?"
"Oh..." She laughed lightly. "Nothing. I was just thinking."
"You're awful pretty, ma'am." I blurted like a fool.
She laughed again and pinched my arm.
"Why, thank you, Tommy. That was a sweet thing to say."
"It's the truth, ma'am. You're the prettiest woman I ever saw."
"Why, Tommy, how very nice of you. But ... what would your mother think of that statement?"
This confused me. "I-er-I guess I never thought about her."
"She's pretty, isn't she?"
"Yeah. I mean, yes. But ... well, a guy just doesn't think about his mom that way. You know."
She pinched my arm again and smiled once more. "No, Tommy. I don't know. What do you mean?"
"Well ... gee. I'm not quite sure of what I mean, ma'am."
She let go of my arm, but I wished she hadn't "You're a big boy, Tommy. Just how tall are you?"
"I don't know. About five-nine, I guess."
"That's my height," she said. "How very nice."
I couldn't figure that one, but I grinned at her to make her think I dug her okay.
"Tommy," she asked softly, "do you-er-have a girl?"
"Nope. Not a steady one."
"Oh ... really? How nice."
"Beg your pardon, ma'am?"
"Please call me Mrs. Devine. I'm not fond of that other word."
"Oh ... okay ... Mrs. Devine." Boy, that name sure fit her. She was divine and more than divine. "That's a pretty nice name," I blurted.
"Thank you. My husband is ... dead, Tommy."
"Gee, that's too bad," I said, not knowing how to field that one. I'd never had a grown woman talk so personally to me. Other than my mom, I mean. Boy, she talks personal sometimes. like, "Go take a bath, Tommy. I can't stand having you perspiring all over the place like this." My mom's a bug on perspiration; she watches all those TV commercials and I guess they get to her.
"I do think you and I will be very good friends, Tommy." She paused and bit her lips. "Of course, I'll meet your parents, too, Tommy. I'm sure I'll be good friends with them ... too."
There was something about the way she said these words that, caused my spine to tingle. There was also something about the way she was looking at me that made it tingle even more. I wondered-for just a brief moment; I wouldn't have dared make it last long because she would have suspected something was going on in my mind-I wondered what it would be like to run my hands over her body.
"Tommy," she said, "You look so ... odd. Is something wrong?"
"No ... Mrs. Devine ... I'm fine." I swallowed hard and knew she knew what I had been thinking.
She turned around. "My back itches, Tommy. Could I impose on you to scratch it for me?"
I swallowed again and now that her back was turned it gave me a great chance to inspect her butt and legs, which I did, all right. Man, those legs were terrific and her butt was out of this world. I was beginning to feel something happening to me.
"Where do you want it scratched, Mrs. Devine?" I asked, my voice shaking ever so little.
"Oh ... just ... all over, Tommy. I seem to be allergic to something about this house. Just scratch it gently, nice. You know, I'm sure."
I knew all right. She was giving me the opportunity to touch her, for she had read my mind. She bent over forward and this made her butt stick out in back like crazy. Something more happened to me and I knew I was going to have to be careful. Reaching out, I scratched her back with my fingernails.
"Oh, no, Tommy. Don't use your nails. Just sort of massage my back with your fingertips. That's much more ... satisfying."
"All right," I said, and swallowed again. I rubbed her back with my fingertips and that's when I knew what she meant-it was more satisfying. In fact, it was so satisfying I nearly blew off.
She took that moment to move and when she did so her butt brushed against my hardened prick. I gasped, but she seemed not to mind at all. I waited for her to say something, to pull away, to do something that Would show me I had ... gone too far, or whatever it is that adults call it when this sort of thing happens to a kid. She never moved, nor did she say anything about having brushed against my you-know-what.
"That's it, Tommy, only rub a bit lower, please. It feels very good. You're a very good rubber, Tommy."
I gingerly rubbed her back lower down-a-bout two inches above the top of her shorts, or briefs, or whatever it is women call them. "How's that, Mrs. Devine?" I asked, for something to say.
"The elastic of my panties," she surprised me by saying. "It seems to make me very itchy there. Could you put ... your finger under the elastic and scratch, Tommy?"
Well, I knew by now that she was doing this on purpose. This old gal-and she was an old gal to me, being only fifteen-really wanted me to run my hands over her body. At least, I was fairly sure she did. I shouldn't have said I knew she was doing it on purpose when the truth is I only thought she was. Put it this way-it appeared to me at the time that she was doing it on purpose.
I inserted my fingers down under the elastic and rubbed her lower back just a few inches up from her butt crease. Sweat was running off my nose and I brushed it away with my other hand. My old joint was throbbing now and I figured it wouldn't be long before I had the joy mess in my pants, as some of the guys called it.
"Oh ... Tommy ... that feels so ... good. Rub a bit lower, dear."
That "dear" bit just about flipped me, but I pushed my hand down under her pants until I could actually feel one of the cheeks of her butt.
"Rub it, Tommy," she said softly. She bent forward again and this made her butt seem twice as large and three times as nice to feel. Man, I was really getting worked up now and I didn't know how long it would be before...
"Tommy," she complained gently, "you stopped rubbing me. Are you tired?"
"No, ma'am," I blurted. "I was just...."
"Rub, Tommy. Don't think so much."
There she was, reading my mind again. "All right, Mrs. Devine. I'll just rub you off." I flushed like crazy, realizing I had blurted out what I was thinking. I stopped rubbing her and waited for her to say something angry, but she didn't. She paid no attention to my boo-boo, but merely stood there, leaning forward and breathing kind of fast.
"Tommy," she said after a moment, "I thank you. I think that will be enough rubbing. My back feels very good now."
I reluctantly pulled my hand out of her pants and watched her as she turned around slowly. Her dark eyes were slitted and her face was flushed even as mine must have been-it felt hot enough. I noticed that one of her tits had slipped out from beneath the bra and quickly I averted my eyes, though I certainly didn't want to.
"What's the matter, Tommy?" she asked silkily. "Haven't you ever seen a woman's breast before?"
"I-er-I-"
She smiled and tucked the titty away and I could have kicked something, I was so griped at myself for stumbling all over the place with my mouth.
"Tommy," she said, pinching my arm, "I do hope you're the kind of nice boy who can keep a secret. Are you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Devine. You can tell me anything and I won't say a word to nobody."
"How nice, Tommy. You and I are going to be very, very good friends. I can tell we are."
"Yes, ma'am," I replied, swallowing again.
"Please ... call me Mrs. Devine, Tommy."
"All right. I keep forgetting, I guess."
"Tommy," she said, eyeing me oddly. "That girl I saw up around the corner. She sort of resembles you. Would she be ... do you have a sister?"
I flushed like mad then. I had been doing this for a month. Every time anyone asked me about Elly I would get real red. I guess I was feeling pretty guilty about what ... I had done to her. "Yes, Mrs. Devine, that was probably my sister Elly. She's thirteen."
"Very pretty little girl, Tommy. I suppose you love her very much."
I flushed again. "Yes ... she's okay," I stammered, and looked away from her penetrating gaze. She had the darndest eyes you ever saw. They were black, I guess-well, sometimes they were black, sometimes kind of a greenish black; I hadn't yet figured out what color they really were. Anyway, when she looked at you ... well, man, it was like being looked at by a...
"Tommy," she said, "I asked you a question."
"Oh ... guess I was thinking," I stammered. Man, this woman had me so flustered I hardly knew what I was doing. "What did you ask?"
"I asked if your sister was ... nice to you, Tommy?"
"Huh?"
"Is she nice to you, Tommy, or do you fight all the time?"
"Elly and I don't hardly ever fight. Sometimes, we do, though." What did she want to know this for?
"And I suppose," she said slowly, "that you are very nice to her?"
"I guess so," I said, and flushed again.
She moved away from me and lighted a cigarette and stood smoking it, blowing the smoke out through her nose real fast. "When I was thirteen, Tommy, I had an older brother who was always real nice to me." She sighed. "My, how I loved my brother. He was so good to me, gave me ... everything I wanted."
"Everything you wanted, Mrs. Devine?" I stammered.
She took another drag, let the smoke flow out through her nose and smiled. "Everything, Tommy. Everything."
"You mean like ... Well, did he buy you a lot of stuff?"
She smiled, revealing her white teeth. "No, he didn't do that, Tommy. That wasn't what I meant. I meant he was always nice to me like a brother ... ought to be. I was just wondering ... if you were that nice to your kid sister?"
"I guess I don't know what you mean exactly," I sputtered, but I did, all right. Oh, boy, did I ever know what she meant.
"Well ... never mind, Tommy. Perhaps I shouldn't have brought it up." She gave me one of her dark, strange looks again. "I do hope that what you said before holds true."
"What was that?"
"I mean about you being the kind of boy who can keep ... things to himself."
I took a deep breath. "Oh, that. Sure. You can trust me, Mrs. Devine."
"Can I now, Tommy? How very nice." She picked up the pack of cigarettes as if she were going to offer me one, but she must have changed her mind, for she dropped it after a moment. "Tommy," she said, her back to me. "You're a very nice boy."
"Thank you, Mrs. Devine."
"I think perhaps you'd better go now. Will you do me a very great favor?"
"Sure, Mrs. Devine," I said, gulping. "Anything-anything at all."
"Please don't tell your ... parents ... your sister ... or anyone that I hired you to carry out my garbage."
This puzzled me like mad. "Okay, if you don't want me to tell, I won't."
She smiled and came to me and taking my face in her hands, kissed me wetly on the mouth, almost causing me to shoot off in my pants. "You're so sweet, Tommy. You know, I like you very much. Tell me, how late does your mother allow you to be out at night?"
"In the summer, till about twelve. During school I gotta be in earlier."
"This is summer, isn't it?" she mused.
"Yes, Mrs. Devine."
She snubbed out her cigarette, seemingly taking a long time to do it, a lot longer than necessary. "Tommy, if I ask you to come back after dark, do you suppose you could ... and do you think you could keep quiet about it, not tell anyone?"
My lips were awful dry now. "Yes," I said, my voice cracking a bit. "Yes, I'll come whenever you say so, Mrs. Devine."
"Very well, Tommy. Right after dark. Be sure it is good and dark. Come to the rear door. Be sure to do that. I may not have any ... lights on in the house ... but you just walk right in ... will you do that, Tommy?"
I had to moisten my lips several times before I could talk. "Yes," I said, my voice cracking again. Damned voice. I could have kicked it out of me if there was any way of doing it. There's nothing that bothers a guy like his voice cracking all over the place. Makes him feel like a fool.
"I didn't quite hear you, Tommy," she said, smiling.
"I said, yes, Mrs. Devine."
"Will you be sure to wait ... till it is good and dark, Tommy?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Not 'ma'am.' Mrs. Devine, Tommy."
"I'll be sure to wait till it's real dark, Mrs. Devine."
"Good, Tommy. Now ... I wonder if you'd do one more thing for me before you go now?"
"Sure, Mrs. Devine. like I said, anything at all."
She turned her back to me. "I have trouble unhooking this bra at times. Would you do it for me. I must change my clothes again, I'm afraid."
"What for?" I blurted. "You look great in those."
"I have to take care of some business matters, Tommy. Can't go downtown dressed like this."
I looked at her big tits and saw how most of them were revealed. "No, I guess you couldn't," I said, my dick getting hard all over again.
"Is there something wrong, Tommy? You have that strange look in your eyes again."
I shook my head. "Nothing wrong, Mrs. Devine. Did you say you want me to take your bra off?"
She smiled at me over her shoulder. "Well now, Tommy, do you really think I'd let you take my bra off? All I asked of you was to unhook it."
I went over close to her, my whole body shaking now. "Guess I didn't mean to say it that way, Mrs. Devine. I'm sorry."
She laughed lightly. "Don't be sorry, Tommy. Tonight, if you're a good boy and don't tell anyone, I'll let you do a good deal more than that."
I swallowed hard as I unfastened her bra in the rear. She held it up so I didn't get to see her titties, but she smiled over her shoulder again and I could see the hots in her eyes now-for sure.
"Did you hear what I just said, Tommy?"
"Yes," I said, my heart thumping. "Yes, I did, Mrs. Devine."
"Then go home now ... and be sure to keep quiet about being here and don't tell anyone what I just said. Will you promise me that, Tommy?"
"Yes, Mrs. Devine."
"Come after dark, Tommy. Don't forget now. I'll be waiting in the darkness for you." I gulped and ran from the house.
CHAPTER 3
I thought it would never get dark. It seemed like forty hours before dusk arrived and even that, I knew, wasn't good enough; it had to be really dark. I had to follow her instructions or she'd be mad at me and, man, I didn't want this terrific woman to be mad at me. I wanted her to be anything but mad at me. I could hardly eat my supper, I was so excited. My dad looked at me oddly a couple of times, but neither he nor mom asked any question of me, a thing they quite often did when I was acting what they thought was "funny." The truth was, I did act a bit funny. I felt funny inside, but funny-good, if you know what I mean. I felt like someone was about to hand me a couple million skins. Dollars, I mean. Boy, was I uptight. I was really flying and especially after I got away from the supper table where there was no one to be looking me over all the time. Parents have the darndest way of looking a guy over. I guess they figure he's gonna come down with measles or something at any moment.
I guess I must have glanced at the clock in the kitchen about fifteen times before it got dark and when I finally started out the side door of our house, my mom asked me where I was going.
Naturally, I couldn't tell her. "I'm going out," I said.
"Where are you going at nine o'clock?"
"Just out," I said vaguely.
"That's no answer." My mom is a good-looking woman, a blonde somewhat like Elly is. Her blue eyes have a way of looking right through a guy sometimes.
"Well, maybe I'll go over to Jim's house," I told her. Jim was a pal of mine, though I hadn't seen much of him lately.
"Don't stay out late now," she told me. "Remember."
"Okay, mom. I'll be home by twelve."
"You'd better be, young man, or else." She smiled slightly when she said it so it didn't sound like too much of a threat.
"Good-bye," I said, and jumped from the step down to the ground. I hadn't gotten twenty feet from the door when I ran smack into Elly. She grabbed at me.
"Tommy," she said, putting her lips to my ear, "I got 'em. I really got 'em. Can't we..."
"Shut up," I whispered fiercely. "Mom's just inside the door, you want her to hear you?"
"Come over here away from the door. I want to talk to you."
"Elly, I'll talk to you later. I gotta go some place now."
She hung onto my arm. "You'd better be nice to me, Tommy. You'd just better."
"Elly, later on tonight, when mom and dad are asleep I'll sneak into your room and we'll
... talk."
"No," she whispered. "They might hear us. They're going to the city tomorrow. I overheard them talking. They want me to go along, but I'll pretend I'm sick or something and won't go. Then we can ... you know."
"Okay, Elly, but I gotta go now."
"All right." She released my arm. "Say ... you going to see a girl or something?"
"No," I lied. "I'm going to see Jim, maybe."
"All right. But remember-tomorrow, Tommy. I want it." She giggled.
"Don't giggle so loud. Mom will want to know what's so funny."
She was gone then, having disappeared in the darkness. I took a deep breath and walked up one block to Fourth Street so no one would see which way I was heading. When I got to Fourth, I cut across the lawn of the funeral home and ran down the street to State. I slowed there and looked around carefully-State Sreet was fairly well lighted and I didn't want any old biddy seeing me heading for Mrs. Devine's. An old biddy would go straight to the phone and call my folks.
I shuddered just thinking about that. I went up to the rear door of the house, noting the place was dark inside, just as Mrs. Devine had said it would be. I tapped softly on the screen door, but she didn't come to let me in. Wondering if I should walk in, I stood there thinking about it and finally decided to do so. Just for the hell of it, I tapped louder on the door and when she didn't call out or come to the door, I pulled it open and stepped into the kitchen. I paused there a moment until my eyes became accustomed to the darkness and then I moved out of the kitchen toward the front room, feeling my way along the walls. I tripped on something and stumbled but regained my balance before falling down. Moving a few more steps into the room, I caught the scent of something nice. It smelled like perfume; I sniffed it and stood still in the dark.
"Hello, Mrs. Devine," I said softly, feeling slightly foolish.
"Come here, Tommy," her voice answered. "Straight ahead. I'm on the sofa, boy."
"Hi," I said, momentarily startled by the sound of her voice out of the darkness. "Did you say straight ahead?"
"Walk straight, Tommy. About ten feet."
I took three or four steps and felt a hand and arm go about my legs, felt her pulling me down on top of her, felt her great, naked breasts with my forearms as I went down. I ran my hand down her body quickly to see if she was naked. She was, except for stockings and a belt around her waist. I became instantly hard and my spine began to do wild things for a moment. She put her hands behind my head and pulled my face down-she didn't have to pull hard, I was willing-to her mouth. She kissed me wetly and ran her tongue over my lips, my tongue, my chin.
"I could eat a boy like you up," she breathed into my ear.
"You're bare naked," I said, it being the most important thing for me to say at the moment.
"Yes. I'm ready for my boy to take me, Tommy."
"Am I your boy?" I asked stupidly.
"Yes, Tommy. You're my boy ... so long as you keep your mouth shut."
"You mean I can come any time I want to ... to see you, Mrs. Devine?"
"Any old goddamned time your prick needs to get blown."
I had never heard a woman talk like this and it nearly drove me nuts. "The next thing I said I blurted it out like an idiot. This was because I was so excited. "Mr. Devine, want me to stick it in and diddle you?"
She laughed softly. "What a delightful way of saying it, Tommy. I haven't heard that in ... some time."
I laughed nervously.
"Tell you what, Tommy. Raise up a bit, take off your shirt and undershirt."
I did so, fairly ripping them off and throwing them to the floor. "Now what?" I asked.
"Lie down flat on me, place your chest on top of my breasts. I want to feel your flesh against mine. Is that okay?"
Was it okay? Man, I'll say it was okay. It was more than okay-it was terrific. I lowered my chest until I felt the heat and firmness of her titties pressing against my flesh. This made me squirt a little, but I didn't care. I sank down even more and her arms went around me and again I felt her mouth kissing me wetly, almost as if she were trying to eat my mouth and tongue. She reached up suddenly and yanked on my hair.
"That hurt, Tommy?"
"No," I replied, but it had hurt. She had yanked real hard.
"Would you like to take my titty in your mouth, boy?" she asked, her voice suddenly sounding husky.
I gulped. "Yes. Yes, I would. Want me to?"
"Take my titty in your mouth, boy. Make me feel good. Get me hot."
This surprised me, for I thought she was already about as hot as anyone could get. "All right," I told her. I'll suck your titty." I got a real blast out of saying this to her. I had often thought about saying just such a thing to a woman sometime, and here I was actually doing it.
I had to get up on my knees, sort of, to reach her titties with my mouth, but when I did, man! It was the most terrific feeling I'd ever had short of actually doing it. Her nipple was big and I ran my tongue around and over it while she held my face between her hands and all the time she kept moaning softly as I took the titty into my mouth and sucked on it, biting it lightly from time to time. Then I left that titty and went over frantically to the other one and did a repeat job on it. She kept on moaning softly and I figured it was about time for me to shove it into her, but when I touched her cunt with it, she let go of my face and both her hands shot downward and seemed to be trying to push me away from her.
"What's the matter?" I asked hoarsely. "Don't you want it?"
"I want you to go slowly, Tommy. Don't put it into me till I say so. Just lie down on me, let your hard-on rest against my flesh but don't put it in yet." She spoke these last few words with emphasis.
"Okay, Mrs. Devine. Sorry."
"Never mind, don't be sorry. Just do as I ask of you."
"Okay. What do you want ... me to do now?"
She sighed. "Kiss my tummy, please."
I lowered my head again and kissed her tummy all over. I considered going lower and kissing the hair region, but I was afraid she would think I was going too fast for her again, so I refrained from doing that.
"Put your tongue in my bellybutton, boy. Tickle me there."
"Okay," I muttered, and stuck my tongue in her bellybutton and moved it around a lot. I got her tummy all wet from my saliva. I straightened up. "I'm getting kind of wet down there, Mrs. Devine," I stammered.
"That's fine, Tommy. Go lower and you'll find I'm already very wet."
"You mean you want me to ... to..."
"Yes. Go lower, boy, and see how you like it."
Now I wasn't just sure I wanted to. I had never done this before, though, like every other guy, I had often thought about it, wondering what it would be like. She didn't give me much time to think about it now, however, for she forced my head down to her cunt and pressed down hard on the back of my head, while at the same time I felt her legs moving under me as if she were spreading them wide so I could get into it better.
"Man," I muttered without knowing I was muttering.
"What's wrong, boy? Get on with it. Kiss me down there, kid."
"Yes, ma'am," I said quickly, forgetting for the moment that she didn't like me to speak this way to her. "I'll do anything you want."
Her loins shot up and I felt the fuzzy, hairy part of her body pressing against my chin. Man, I thought I was going to explode all over everything, but I didn't. I just kissed her hairy spot lightly a few times, her hands holding my head fiercely.
"Put your tongue inside, boy," she said harshly. "I can't feel that, what you're doing."
I stuck my tongue out awkwardly and dipped it down and through the hair. The hair was real stiff and bristly, but a moment later my tongue came in contact with soft, wet flesh. At the precise instant I touched her there with my tongue she cried out and her whole body stiffened and she threw one leg over my shoulder and I was sort of imprisoned between her large, powerful legs.
I never felt of such moisture-such exciting moisture, I should say-in all my life. She had plenty of it and it seemed to fairly jump out of her at my lips. I know. This is just nonsense talk, but that was the way it seemed at the time. Now she took hold of my ears and held me there, both of her legs were over my shoulders, too, and I couldn't have gotten away if I had wanted to.
I didn't want to.
I started my tongue movement down at the bottom of her and brought it all the way up to the top, going deeply into her cunt and wriggling it around every which way at great speed. Her body stiffened again and she pumped her loins at me so savagely that I lost contact with her crevice. Her legs came off my shoulders and she yanked me up on top of her roughly-she had a lot of muscle, this woman, believe meand then she kissed my mouth with hers and held it for a long time, while at the same time I felt her hand fooling around between our bodies, seeking to grab hold of my hardened dick. She couldn't seem to find it for some reason, so I lifted my loins a bit and then she caught up with it and taking hold of it began to squeeze it lovingly.
"Oh, I love this," she breathed in my ear. "You and I ... are going to be ... great friends, boy."
"Yes, ma'am," I said. "Shall I stick it in now?"
"I'll tell you when, boy. Just don't get yourself all worked up about it. I'll tell you when I want it inside."
"All right. I just figured..."
"Let me do the figuring, boy, this first time anyway."
"All right, Mrs. Devine. Gee, you sure have a swell ... body. It's so warm and firm and solid and ... everything."
"Thank you, boy. You're not so bad yourself. Your banana feels like it's got pretty good size."
I laughed a bit but nervously. "Yeah," I said, not knowing what else to say. Then I bragged a little. "The girls like it pretty good, most of them."
She appeared to have cooled down a bit for the moment. "You have a lot of girls, boy."
"Sure," I lied.
"You willing to get rid of them and just ... have me?"
Inasmuch as I didn't really have any girls to speak of, this sounded like a good deal. "Yes, Mrs. Devine. I'd rather be with you than anyone of them."
She chuckled. "You figure you can get what you want from me and with them you aren't sure. Right?"
"I get plenty from them," I lied.
She laughed this time and pushed me up a bit. "Let me up, boy. I have to do something."
I got off and stood up in the darkness and felt her brush past me. I heard her walk across the floor, saw a light flick on for a split second and off it went real fast.
I guessed that she had done this just to let me see her nudity for a second. I was all for it and I wished she would pull down the shades and turn on at least one small lamp and let me see her body. All along I had felt there was something lacking and now I knew what it was-a guy-likes to see the female he's going to do it to. He wants to see her tits and ass and legs and stuff. That way he can enjoy it a lot more later, or even at the time. I stood there for a couple of minutes and then I saw a small red thing glowing on the other side of the room. I couldn't figure what it was at first until it moved quickly downward and upward. I grinned. She was smoking a cigarette.
"Light me one," I called to her. "I smoke."
"All right, Tommy," her words came back. I saw her light a cigarette, saw her blow out the match, saw the two red cigarette tips come close to where I was standing. I felt her grab my arm.
"Take the cigarette, Tommy."
I took the cigarette from her with some difficulty-I couldn't see which end to grab-and immediately I began to wonder why she had cooled off our love bit scene. "Something wrong, Mrs. Devine?" I asked, copying the words she had used on me earlier.
"No, Tommy. I don't like to rush things. I like to take my sweet time about it. You'll see. It's much better when you take your time."
I saw her red ash lower to the floor almost and concluded she was sitting down on the sofa.
I groped for the sofa and sat down beside her. "Mrs. Devine," I blurted, "I'd like to see your naked body. Can't we turn a light on for a minute."
"No, Tommy. No lights. I'm supposed to be out for the evening."
"Oh ... I said, not quite understanding her. "I-er-have to protect myself, Tommy."
"What do you mean?"
"You're fifteen, Tommy. I'm older. Does that explain it?"
"Oh ... yeah..." I said, but it didn't explain it too well to me. To tell the truth, I had never-at that time-heard of the law about contributing to the delinquency of a minor, or whatever they call it. Well, I guess maybe I had heard of it, but like most guys my age I didn't really think of myself as a minor. It just never entered my head.
"So you see, Tommy, I have to pretend I'm not at home tonight. It will probably always have to be like this, for a while at least."
"Do you really mean you're going to let me diddle you whenever I want to, Mrs. Devine?"
She laughed softly. "I do love to hear you say that, Tommy. It sends me."
"You mean it turns you on?"
"Right, it turns me on, Tommy."
"Boy, you sure turned me on a while ago when you said that to me."
"What did I say?"
"Something about letting me stick my ... prick into you."
She laughed again and I felt her hand pressing down on my thigh. "You're quite a boy, Tommy. I really like you. I'm beginning to like you more and more all the time."
I took a small drag on my cigarette and tried not to choke or do anything real stupid like that. I pulled it off pretty good, but I didn't really want the cigarette. "What'll I do with this?" I asked her, meaning the cigarette.
"Feel around on the floor, Tommy. You'll find an ashtray."
I did so and my hand came in contact with something hard. It was an ashtray and I snubbed out the cigarette carefully. She nudged me.
"Put mine out, too, Tommy."
I put it out and straightened up. "Are you gonna let me ... pretty soon, Mrs. Devine?" I blurted.
"You getting frantic, Tommy?"
"Nope." I was, however. I was getting as frantic as could be.
"Cool it, Tommy. I want this first time to be great."
"So do I," I replied, disappointed. What the hell was she waiting for-Christmas to come?
"You mustn't think I'm being mean to you, Tommy. It's like I told you. If you wait and wait it gets better and better and then ... when the time is ripe it's beautiful."
"Sure," I said, sulking a bit.
She laughed and pinched my thigh with her fingers. "Want me to play with your dingus, Tommy? Think that's what you called it once."
I was immediately excited all over again, if I had ever stopped, which was doubtful. "Yes," I said. "Play with me, please."
"Take your pants off, boy," she told me.
I took them off in nothing flat and sat back down. I still had my trunks on and when she reached over and felt of me she laughed again.
"Take them all off, boy. Your shorts, too."
"My shoes, too?" I asked stupidly.
"Shoes, socks, everything you have on. I like my young boys to be stark naked when I suck them off."
My spine seemed to explode and I moistened my lips nervously as I yanked off my trunks and shoes and socks. I had to moisten my lips again.
"Did you hear what I just said, boy."
"I think so," I said, so excited I could hardly talk.
"Let me say it again, boy. Shall I?"
"Yes, say it again, Mrs. Devine."
She took a deep breath. "When I suck off a young boy's cock, I like to have him naked."
I sucked in air and let it out in a rush. "Man, when you talk that way ... I just about go nuts."
She laughed tensely. "Please don't call me 'man.' "
"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean nothin'. "
"I know. But I mean something ... right now. I mean to suck your prick, boy."
"Please, Mrs. Devine. Don't just talk about it. Suck it ... suck it good."
"I know my business, boy. I'll make you blow like you never thought possible." She got down on her knees in front of me and between my legs. I put my legs over her soft shoulders and felt her tongue touch the head of my pecker. I shuddered and squirted juice all over her face. She just laughed happily and took all of my cock into her warm, wet mouth.
CHAPTER 4
You think it's not something for a fifteen-year-old boy to have this done to him? Well, man, let me tell you, it is. It's the greatest, ever! That woman nearly drove me smack out of my cotton-pickin' mind, as a cousin of mine from Kentucky always used to say. Man, it was terrific what she did to me then and I'll never forget it, not if I live to be a hundred. I just slumped down on the sofa and let her wail away at me. I didn't have to do a damned thing but get my kicks and enjoy it like mad. Lots of guys talk about some chick doing this to them-lots of guys my age, I mean-but I'll bet there aren't many who actually have had it done. I couldn't figure this woman out. Here she had told me that she wanted to go slow, to build the thing up and then all of a sudden she was doing the one thing I probably wanted more than anything else at the moment.
She stopped for a time, long enough to say something. "How do you like that, boy?" she asked thickly.
"Wonderful," I breathed. "Don't stop, please."
"Don't intend to. Have to get my breath now and then. Wish you'd hold my tits in your hands, give a good old hard squeeze now and then while I suck you off. I like that."
I reached down, touched her titties and took one in each hand. Boy, did they feel great, all soft and rubbery and hot and ... well, hot, that's the word ... hot. Man, were they hot. They were so hot they made me even hotter, if that was possible. I pulled on them easily, not wanting to hurt her or anything and she moaned and the next thing I knew was the touch of her hair on my bare thighs. I shivered as I felt those warm lips go about my peter again and I shivered even more when she reached between my legs and tenderly, gently, lifted my balls and held them in her hand. Wow! what a woman she was. I would have given my life for this woman right now. I would have done anything in the world she wanted of me.
"You're very excited, aren't you, boy?" she asked, removing me from her mouth again.
"Yes ... please don't stop. I'm ready to..."
"You mustn't go off just yet, boy. I'm not ready to receive it. Do you understand?"
"But if you keep ... sucking me ... how will I prevent it, Mrs. Devine?"
"I'll only do it a little at a time. Remember, don't blow till I tell you to. Think you can hold back that much?"
I gasped. What she was asking was just about impossible. "I'll-I'll try. Mrs. Devine ... only it feels ... so good ... I don't know if I can hold back."
"You can try, boy, can't you?" She pinched my thigh.
"Ouch!" I cried. "That hurts. But I'll try, like you said. I mean, I don't know ... but I'll see if I can hold back."
She pinched my flesh again and I winced but didn't cry out. "You're a real nice, young boy, and I like you," she told me. "You just do as I say and we'll get along wonderfully, Tommy."
"Yes," I breathed. "I'll try to do what you want me to."
She didn't pinch me this time but just patted my leg. I felt her hair brushing over my legs again and for the life of me I couldn't help spurting a bit. I guess it must have struck her in the face again, for she laughed tensely and I felt her doing something to her head with her hand, wiping her face probably.
"You're the squirtingest kid I ever saw and, believe me, I've seen quite a few young boys."
"Do you ... always pick out guys my age, Mrs. Devine?"
I heard her laugh and it had a nice ring to it. "Whenever I can find a hot one, I do. I can't stand some young boys ... they're so goddamned afraid of mama and papa. You don't seem to be that way so much. How about it, Tommy? Are you afraid of your parents?"
"No," I lied. "At least, not too much, kind of, maybe."
"You're smart. It pays to be a bit afraid of them. They're in the driver's seat, you know."
I wasn't too sure I understood her and I wished she would shut up and get down to business. "Please, Mrs. Devine, can't we..."
"Can't we get on with it? Is that what you were going to say?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Told you not to say that, Tommy. What's the matter with you? Why do you keep saying it? Don't you know I want you to feel equal to me and if you keep calling me that, I feel ... I mean, we'll feel unequal."
"I guess so," I said, not understanding this, either. Not too well, I mean.
"That's the good boy," she repeated like I was four years old.
"Aren't you gonna do it anymore, Mrs. Devine?"
She had gotten to her feet apparently and walked a step or two away. My heart sank and I thought for sure I had made her mad or something, but a moment later I felt her sit down beside me.
"Guess I won't suck you off, after all, boy. Guess I'll have you crawl on and stick it into me. How would you like that?"
"I'd like it," I said quickly, and started to crawl on top of her, but she pushed me away.
"Take it easy, kid. I told you before and I'll tell you again. Don't do anything till I say it's okay. Can't you get that through your head?"
"I'm sorry," I said, my heart pounding like mad. "I guess I'm so excited I can't think straight."
"You'd better start thinking straight, boy, or I'll send you packing in a hurry."
"Don't do that," I implored her. "That would drive me nuts."
"I need a drink," she said abruptly. "My nerves are shot."
I didn't say a word, but I knew something had gone wrong, though I hadn't the faintest idea of what it was.
"Too bad you're just a kid," she said harshly. "You could probably use a drink."
"I'll drink a beer," I said quickly.
"You're not getting any beer from me, boy. You go home with beer on your breath and your old man'll want to know who gave it to you. Unh-uh. No beer for you, Tommy boy."
"Okay," I said, and when she got up from the sofa I tried to grab her. I didn't want her to get up and walk away. I managed to get my arm around one leg and I hung onto it.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing? Let go of my leg. I'll get a drink and be right back."
I had a wild impulse, so I acted on it. Pulling her butt up close to me, I bent my head softly and kissed her there, on the ass. She purred and began to rumple my hair.
"You like kissing, kid?" she asked, rumpling my hair some more.
"I like everything about you, Mrs. Devine. I'm so hot I could..."
"Yeah, you could what, kid?"
"I could ... kiss ... you ... anywhere."
She turned around in the darkness and I felt her press her tummy against my face. "Want to kiss it, boy?" she asked softly. "I mean, my butt?"
"I'll kiss anything you've got," I blurted, my heart pounding furiously again.
She laughed and yanked her leg free of my grasp. "Supposing I said kiss my ass, kid. Would you do that?"
I half-grinned. "I guess so. If you really meant it."
"Just sit there for a moment. I'll be right back, Tommy." Her voice had lost its former harshness and I was glad of it. When she had spoken in that manner I hadn't liked her as much.
She left the room, or at least I thought she did from the sound of her footsteps. She was gone so long I finally began to hunt for a light switch, though I knew, of course, that she didn't want a light turned on. She had told me twice that the house had to remain dark to make it appear that she wasn't at home. Just the same I was determined to have one quick look at her nudity, even if she bawled the hell out of me for it.
I had to wait possibly ten minutes before I heard her re-enter the room and when I heard her I gave the switch a flick. She jumped and ran toward me, her mammoth titties bouncing about crazily, but before she arrived at the spot I turned off the light and moved away fast. I heard her bump into something, heard her swear and groan at the same time.
"Are you hurt, Mrs. Devine?" I called to her.
"Damn it, I told you not to turn on that light. What's with you, kid? What if someone saw me running across the room naked? There might be people outside, you know. Besides..."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Devine," I said, interrupting her, "but I had to see you just once. You're so pretty I just had to see you."
She was silent for several long moments. "All right, Tommy. You wanted to look at me. It's okay. Don't do it again, however. I'll let you get away with it this time ... but no more of that wild impulse stuff. We have to use our heads, you know. Otherwise..."
"Mrs. Devine," I said, "please come over and lie down on your back. If I don't get to stick it into you soon, I don't know what I'll do. Go home, I guess."
"You telling me what to do, kid?"
"No, Mrs. Devine. I came here for ... one thing ... you know that ... but you won't ... well, you know what I mean."
"No, I don't know what you mean," she replied. "You tell me what you mean, boy."
"I mean," I said almost angrily, "that I got hot pants. Doesn't that tell you enough?"
"All right, Tommy," she said, and the next thing I knew she had slipped her arm about my waist.
With a savage cry I whirled about and grabbed her fiercely and flung her to the floor. I landed on top of her and was pumping at her with my hard-on before I had rammed it into her. I hit the right spot and shoved like mad. She grunted and spread her legs wide and I shoved hard again, this time feeling my joint slide into her wet box. I pushed it all the way in and then went to work on her. I had had enough of time-wasting and playing around-I had a need, a great, big, fierce, fifteen-year-old need.
And I filled it by pumping her full of thick, gray goo. It didn't require much time-I was much too hot for that. I was so hot, in fact, that I began squirting the moment I had entered her crevice. The squirting kept on going for a long time, or at least it seemed like a long time. Mrs. Devine did an awful lot more grunting and moaning and stroking my back and rubbing my butt and pinching my legs and all sorts of wild things that I don't even know how to describe. She liked what I was doing to her, no mistake about that. She not only liked it-she was crazy wild about it. I lay there above her, not moving now-I had drained my dingus into her by this time-and felt her still stroking my butt with her hands.
"Fine little ass you got there, boy. Fine, good-stroking piece of ass meat. like to keep you around all the time, have you do nothing but squirt in me as you just did. Say, boy ... think you could pop it again right away?"
"I can pop three times in a row," I said, bragging a bit.
"Bet you can't pop me twice more, boy." Her voice sounded excited. "What'llyou bet me."
"Two dollars."
"I don't want to bet with you, Mrs. Devine. Don't want to take your money."
She wriggled her butt about under me. "That's what I figured, Tommy boy. You know you can't do it twice more, so you won't bet."
"The hell I can't," I retorted, and began pumping at her again vigorously. I had no more than started when a loud banging sound came from somewhere. I felt her body stiffen, heard her whispering something to me. I stopped pumping. "What did you say?" I asked.
"Be very quiet, Tommy," she whispered urgently. "There's somebody at the front door. Get off of me and crawl, don't walk, across the room. Go in the same direction your head is facing. Keep going till you come to a door. Go in the room and close the door softly."
"All right," I said, detecting the note of fear in her tone. "What do I have to crawl for?"
"You might stumble in the dark."
I pulled it out of her reluctantly and began to crawl on my hands and knees as she had directed me. I found the doorway after a few moments and crawled into the room and got to my feet, I groped for the doorknob, found it and softly closed the door but not all the way. I stood there in the dark listening. A minute later I heard the sound again, the sound of someone banging on the door. Mrs. Devine apparently was not going to answer the door. I couldn't hear her moving about, couldn't hear anything but the sounds of banging on the door.
I wondered if it was some guy, maybe a good friend of hers, and knew a few moments of intense jealousy. Funny thing. I was fifteen and she thirty, but I felt like she was my girl friend. Why shouldn't I feel that way? I had just finished making her and that proved something, didn't it?
I didn't know how long I stood there, but it must have been all of ten minutes before I heard her walking stealthily toward the room where I waited. The door bumped against my arm and I knew she was pushing it open.
"Tommy," she whispered, "I think it's okay now. Whoever that was has gone."
"Can we do it some more now?" I asked eagerly.
"No, Tommy. You have to go home now. Try to find your clothes in the dark, don't turn on a light. Get dressed and slip out the rear door. Do you understand?"
I was vastly disappointed, but I knew I had to do what she said. Her friend might come back at any moment. I decided to ask her. "Mrs. Devine, was that your boyfriend?"
She was silent for a brief moment. "Not a boyfriend, Tommy. It was just a man."
"You're sure it wasn't your boyfriend?"
I heard her chuckle softly. "I'm sure, Tommy. Now get your clothes and put them on. you must go home quickly and don't let anyone see you. Cut through the back yards of the houses next to mine."
"All right. I sure had a good time, Mrs. Devine."
"Tell you what you do, Tommy. There's a window right next to the back door. If you find that shade pulled down at any time during the day, that means I want you to come over after dark. Can you remember that? The shade down means it's all right for you to come after dark."
"Okay, I got it. I'll watch for it."
"Don't come here at any time except after dark. Not until the drawn shade tells you it's okay. Understand?"
"Sure, I understand, Mrs. Devine." I groped my way through the darkness, found my clothes and put them on. This was no trick for me to accomplish-I had often done it. I went to the kitchen with her following along beside me. I had a sudden impulse and acted on it. I bent down quickly and ran my tongue the length of her cunt. She gasped and clutched my shoulders, so I did a repeat job of it.
"Oh ... Tommy ... you hot boy ... I just love you. Be sure ... to watch for the drawn shade. Don't let anyone see you doing it, though. You must be very careful."
"I'll be careful, Mrs. Devine," I said, straightening up. "And I'll be watching for the shade."
She put her arms about me and kissed me wetly on the mouth. I put my arms about her nudity and kissed her just as wetly. She broke away from me. "You must go quickly now, Tommy, and please ... don't make any noise leaving the house, don't slam the door, anything like that."
"Good-bye, Mrs. Devine. Don't worry, I'll be careful and quiet. See you ... later, baby." I thought this word "baby" was a masterful stroke-it made me feel as if I were twenty-five or so.
"Good-bye for now, Tommy," she said, and I heard her chuckle again. "Be sure to watch for the drawn shade."
I ran through the rear yards of the houses between hers and ours and emerged on Third Street near our garage. I glanced into our house and saw the light was on in the kitchen. I felt a twinge of guilt when I saw my mom still washing dishes. My mom works an awful lot. My dad does, too, for that matter, and sometimes I feel like a heel for hardly ever doing anything around the house. It doesn't last long, this feeling. I always figure if they want me to do something, they'll tell me.
I entered through the front door, sneaked up the stairs to my room and turned on the lights. I wanted to make sure my clothes were on straight. If I had gone to the kitchen where both dad and mom were-I had caught a glimpse of my dad there, too-and my clothes had been on wrong, like having my shirt buttoned unevenly, they would have stared at me and maybe asked me an embarrassing question or two. My parents seem to notice everything, everything that's the least bit out of order, I mean. Man, have they got sharp eyes sometimes.
Well, I looked at my clothing and saw it was okay and grinned at myself in the mirror. I felt pretty good. I had done something this night that all the guys I knew always bragged about doing, but which I knew damned well they hadn't. I had bragged a few times myself. Told lies about my encounters with girls, I mean. That's what they were-lies.
Glancing at the clock on my dresser, I saw it was only eleven o'clock. I swore softly, mildly. I had been cheated out of an entire hour of fun. Damn that guy for banging on the door. I could have busted him one. I shrugged this feeling off and thought about what she had said concerning the drawn shade. I knew I was going to be spending a lot of time from here on in taking peeks at that rear window of hers. Just thinking about it now made me half-hard. I grinned and thought about Elly.
I put this thought out of my mind real quick. Thinking like that about Elly while my parents were at home was dangerous stuff and I knew I had better knock it off but quick. Just the same, it would have been nice to...
"Where've you been, Tommy?"
I whirled about and saw Elly standing in the doorway. She had her shorties on and I had to force myself not to look at her legs.
"What's the big idea?" I asked angrily. "Sneaking up behind me like that?"
Her eyes got big. "Don't get mad, Tommy. I didn't sneak up behind you."
"Elly, are you upstairs?" It was our mom calling.
Elly ran quietly away from my door and went down the hall. "Are you calling me, mom?" she asked, I guess for something to say.
"Nothing," our mother called up. "I don't want you. Just wanted to know if you were in bed."
"I'm going to bed after I read a little bit, mom," Elly said.
"All right, dear. Your dad and I are going to bed. Did I hear Tommy come in?"
"Yes. I mean I guess he's in his room getting ready to go to bed."
"All right, dear. Good-night."
"Good-night, mom."
Elly came back to my doorway. "That was mom," she said as if I were deaf or something. "Wanted to know if you were in yet."
I felt like being flippant. "So what did you tell her?" I asked, grinning.
She smiled. "Come off it, stupid. You heard what I told her." Elly was looking at me funny.
I glanced down at myself quickly but didn't see anything so glanced up at her again. "What are you looking so funny about?"
She came closer and put her lips to my ear. "Your pants are unzipped, Tommy. You been playing with it? I see you're hard and everything."
I grinned, turned away and zipped up my fool pants. "You shouldn't be noticing so much, kid," I said, imitating Mrs. Devine's tone of voice.
She giggled. "Listen to who's calling me a kid. You're a kid, too, you know, old smarty pants."
I wasn't about to get into any argument with Elly, so I just waved my hand about and smiled. "Too bad," I said softly.
"Too bad about what?" She had come into my room a couple of steps and I could see her cute little titties bobbing up and down. Man, she looked great, but not as great as Mrs. Devine. Well, you know ... she looked great but different. It was nice, though, don't get me wrong. Elly was real nice-looking.
"Too bad about what?" I asked, mimicking her. "Why, listen, kid, it's too bad-" here I lowered my voice to almost nothing-"too bad the folks are home. I'd stick the hard, old prong between your little-girl legs and push."
She giggled nervously. "Gee, don't talk like that now. Wait till tomorrow when they've gone to the city."
I puffed out my chest. "I might consider your proposition, girl," I said, "but then again ... I may be very busy tomorrow."
She giggled and left the room. I stared after her, wondering what was going on in that quick, little mind of hers. Something was. I could tell.
CHAPTER 5
My folks let me sleep late the next morning, for when I finally got up it was ten o'clock and they were gone from the house. When I came downstairs Elly was piddling around in the refrigerator, looking (I guessed) for something to munch on-she-likes to munch around on stuff when mom's not home. I sneaked up in back of her and grabbed her titties and she nearly jumped inside of the refrigerator.
"Darn you, Tommy Gates, don't you ever do that again. You scared me."
I grinned. "How about fixing me some eggs and stuff, woman."
She straightened up and smiled at me. "I will," she said slyly, "if you'll do something for me."
I knew what was coming, of course. "Such as what, woman?"
"You know," she said, a shy look coming over her face now that she actually had to come close to saying it outright.
"You mean you need a guy, baby?" I said, sticking my chest out.
She giggled. "Honestly, you make me sick sometimes, trying to act like you're twenty. What do you want besides eggs?"
"How about a nice, big steak, baby. Think you could handle a big one?"
She giggled again. "Listen to the big guy yak. Boy, what a man he is when dad's not around."
I slumped down at the table. "I'm hungry, Elly. What is there besides eggs?"
"How about some cereal?"
"Naw. Hate the junk. Got any bacon?"
"I guess so." She pulled the refrigerator door farther open and peered inside. "Yup. Whole pound of it. Nice lean stuff."
"That's what I like, baby. Nice lean stuff."
"Oh, come off it. All this big talk. What's come over you?"
So help me, I almost told her about the night before, but I managed to choke it off in time. "Nothing," I said. "Hurry up, can't you? Man, I'm starved."
"Keep your shirt on, big boy. I'm not your servant. Give me time to get it on the stove."
She fried a couple of eggs and the bacon and I had to admit she did a good job of it. Elly is a darned clever little girl-she can do just about anything and do it pretty good, except play tennis. Man, she stinks when she tries to play tennis, but then all girls do, all the ones I've ever seen. They're so darned awkward they toss the ball up to serve and then swing at it and miss it a foot. I don't know what makes girls so lousy at sports, guess they were never intended to be athletic, except, of course, for some stinking old tomboy, and who-likes those? I don't. Anything I can't stand is a tomboy. Blah! Stupid, awful things. They make me sick and they make every guy sick.
"Thanks, Elly," I said when I had finished eating.
"Okay, but you remember what you said."
"Huh? What did I say?"
"You-er-have to do something for me ... sometime today."
"Oh ... that ... okay ... be happy to oblige you, woman."
She giggled. "I wish you'd stop putting on the dog all the time. You're not kidding me any."
"Who's kidding?"
"You know what I mean." She paused and gave me a funny look. "You know what I've been doing, Tommy? For the last months? I've been thinking and even dreaming about ... what we did ... that time."
"Yeah, big deal, that," I said stuffily.
"I liked it," she said simply. "I liked it an awful lot."
"You want some now, baby?"
Again she giggled. "I have to wash the dishes, Tommy."
"Okay," I said, getting up from the chair. "Let the old man know when you're hard up for it. I might condescend to gratify you."
"Oh ... quit that ... stop talking like that, you louse." But she smiled at me.
I walked into the front room, saw a pack of my dad's cigarettes laying on the table, so I lit one up and stood there, smoking it. I didn't really like it very much, but it was something to do. I went out the front door, tossed the butt into the street and walked around the corner of the house until I was standing on the sidewalk.
I played it cool, didn't glance right down at Mrs. Devine's house but stood looking around, watching cars go by and stuff like that. Finally, I shot a quick glance at her rear window and saw that the shade was not drawn. I swore softly, looked again quickly, and yawned, just in case one of the neighbor women might be watching me. Seems like that's about all some of our neighbors have to do-watch a guy through their windows.
I walked back to the front of the house and went up on the porch and sat down on one of the "summer chairs." That's what my mom always calls them-don't ask me why. I sat there for a while trying to think up something groovy to do but couldn't, so I got up and went back inside the house just as Elly was finishing with the dishes. I thought this was a really wild time to offer assistance, now that she had it just about all done.
"Want some help with that, Elly?" I asked, yawning again.
"Great time to ask me-when I'm all done. Sounds just like you, Tommy." She rinsed her hands and dried them on a towel that hung nearby. "Tell you what you can do, though."
My old heart skipped a beat. "Yeah," I said, trying to be casual. "What's that, baby?"
"First of all don't call me 'baby.' You might get the habit and if dad hears you ... well, you know how much he-likes that kind of stuff."
"What do you want me to do? Stick to the subject, baby."
She grinned. "Well ... you know, Tommy. They aren't home. We're here alone..."
"You want a little, is that it, baby?"
She actually blushed. "Be careful how you talk, stupid. First thing you know, you'll be saying something like that in front of someone."
"Will you knock off the preaching? I asked you a question."
"Tommy..." She stopped whatever it was she was going to say, for the phone was ringing. "I'll bet that's Jeanie," she said. "Darn it, she would have to call right now."
"Go ahead and talk to her. I have to go downtown right now anyway."
She had already picked up the receiver and I knew there was no use in saying anything more to her now. When Elly gets on the phone she leaves this world and flies off into space somewhere, as far as making contact with her is concerned. I shrugged and walked out the door again, went down off the porch and turned right and headed for downtown. That's not quite right. We live downtown. I mean I headed for the store part of downtown which was right next to us. I walked down the street swearing to myself because the shade had been up in Mrs. Devine's rear window and promised myself to keep glancing at it-all day, if necessary. Man, how I wanted to get next to that woman again. She was really something else.
I saw a couple of guys I knew across the street, but they were walking with a couple of real kiddish girls, so I didn't even bother to wave at them. Those guys didn't know which way was up, not the way I did. All they had was a couple of giggly, dumb kids and I had me a real grown woman.
I had to stick my hand in my pocket then, for I felt my old pecker getting big. I stopped and looked into the window of a store and pretended I was interested in the window display. All I was doing was waiting till my dingus got back to normal, which it did, finally.
I walked down a block, taking my time about it. Didn't have any place to go, I was just killing time and thinking about Mrs. Devine, but the trouble with this was that every time I thought about her I had to ram my hand in my pocket and hold it down again.
I turned in at a drug store and sat on a stool and ordered a malted milk, which I didn't want, but I had the dough in my pocket, so why not spend it? I never could hang onto money and my dad was always griping about it. Well, not really-he's a pretty good guy.
Leaving the drug store, I ran smack into a tall guy with a short-cropped black beard. He was well-dressed for a guy of thirty-five, which I figured him to be after a moment. I excused myself for bumping into him, but he caught my arm and held onto it.
"Hey," I said angrily, "Let go of me, mister."
He released his hold on my arm. "Is your name Gates, kid?" he asked, his black eyes looking into mine fiercely.
"Yes, I'm Tom Gates."
He nodded. "I see. All right, run along, kid." He turned and entered the store and I moved up the street wondering how he had known my name and why he had asked me what it was. I tried to think if I had ever seen him around town before but didn't think I had. He was a stranger-I would have remembered any guy that well-dressed and with a black beard. There weren't any beards like that in town that I knew of.
I returned to our house and entered just in time to see Elly hanging up the phone.
"Where've you been this time, Tommy? she asked. She was always wanting to know where I'd been.
"Went downtown," I replied.
"Yes, I know that. I saw you. But where did you go?"
"Drug store."
"Oh..." Elly got to her feet and came over to where I was standing. "I got the work all done, Tommy," she said, a bit of suggestiveness in her eyes and tone.
I glanced down at the top of her head-I'm a lot taller than she is. "What about it?" I teased.
She bit her lips. "I thought ... maybe ... you'd..."
"You want me to take you to bed, kid," I said boldly.
She blushed and giggled. "Well, now that you've asked ... yes."
"Aren't you afraid of what mom and dad would say if they found out you wanted to diddle your own brother?"
She averted her eyes and. I was sorry I had said it. "You don't have to talk so mean to me, Tommy."
I put my hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, Elly. Didn't mean to say that. That smelled. Okay?"
"Okay, Tommy," she said. "I don't think you really meant to be nasty."
I hadn't thought I was nasty, but I just shrugged and said, "Why don't you go up to your room, Elly, and put on all the sexy, hot stuff you conned mom into letting you buy? You know, that black undergarment stuff you never wear. Put on just a bra, that black, thin one, your black nylons, and no panties. Wear those high-heeled shoes, too. They make a girl look real sexy. Put all the stuff on and I'll come up and take a look at you. Who knows, I might even get aroused?"
She giggled. "You really want me to, Tommy?"
"Sure. Why not? You want to have a ... session, don't you."
"Yes."
"Then get going, kid."
"I wish you'd stop calling me that."
I grinned. "Okay, brat. How's that? You like 'brat' better?"
"No, I don't. And stop calling me those names."
"Those aren't names, silly. You are a kid, you know."
She pouted. "I'm getting to be a woman and if you'll give me about five minutes before you come upstairs I'll show you, big boy."
"Okay," I said, and gave her a pat on the butt.
She giggled again and ran up the stairs, looking back at me over her shoulder, all smiles, until she had disappeared from sight.
I waited ten minutes and then went upstairs to her room and pushed open the door. I sucked in my breath. She looked sexy as could be. She was wearing her black shoes and nylons, garter belt, no panties, and no bra. Her little-girl titties stood straight up and seemed awfully pretty and ... hot-looking to me.
"How about that," I murmured. "My kid sister is sexy-looking as hell."
She turned about quickly on one heel. "You like the way I look, Tommy?"
"Man, Elly, you sure are something else when you dress this way."
She giggled. "Boy, if you could only see your eyes bulging. They're almost as bad as the buy with the beard who came to the door."
"What guy with a beard?" I asked quickly.
"I don't know who he was. He came to the door while you were downtown. I had to put the phone down and go and talk to him. Said he wanted to know if the Smiths lived here. I told him no. Our name was Gates. While he stood there he kept looking me over like crazy. My skirt was kind of caught on my leg and he kept looking at my leg like he'd like to eat it up." Elly giggling again. "He was some hot old guy, I'll bet."
"Funny thing, Elly. I ran into this character in front of the drug store. He grabbed my arm and asked me if my name was Gates."
"You think he's some nut or something?"
I shrugged. "Don't know. He didn't look like a nut. He must have seen me leaving the house, that's why he..." I paused.
"What, Tommy?" she asked.
"Nothing. I forgot what I was going to say. Hell with him. Turn around again. Let me look at you."
She turned around slowly and stopped, facing me. "I feel kind of funny doing this in front of you, Tommy."
I nodded. "I feel kind of funny getting such a bang out of it, too. Maybe we ought to knock it off right now."
A look of alarm came into her eyes. "You think I'm being bad, Tommy?" She clutched at her throat.
"No. Just being ... hot, I guess. We mustn't ever let anyone find out about this. You know what would happen, don't you?"
She looked a bit scared. "Yes, I think so. I won't tell nobody. Don't you ... not ever."
I scratched my ear. "Maybe you ought to get a boyfriend to do it to you, Elly."
"No," she said fiercely. "You let a guy do it and he tells every other guy in town. You won't. That's why I ... want you, Tommy."
I could see the intense passion in her blue eyes and I knew she wanted it real bad. "Okay, Elly, want to lie down on the bed or ... what?"
She grinned nervously. "Gee, when you say it just like that, it kind of scares me."
Suddenly I didn't want to have any part of doing it to her, not at the moment, anyhow. I kept thinking about Mrs. Devine and telling myself I was a fag for talking this way to my sister. Then I got a bright idea. She had just told me that my talking to her in a bold way scared her. Why not scare the pants off her, so to speak, and no smart remark intended.
"Elly," I said carefully, "Lie down and I'll fuck your cunt."
Her eyes opened, she moved back a step and looked at me in the strangest way imaginable. "Tommy," she said. "How awful."
I grinned. "What's so awful about it? That's what you want me to do, isn't it-fuck your cunt? You want me to ram my prick up your box and squirt you full of hot juice. Isn't that right?"
She moved back another step and tried to cover her crevice region. "Tommy, I think you're just awful," she said, her chin trembling.
I had her going now. I wasn't just sure if I wanted to keep on with the talk or not, so I hesitated. Finally, I said, "What's the matter with you, Elly? You told me downstairs that you were getting to be a grown woman and the minute I start to talk like a guy does to a grown woman, you back off from it. What's with you?"
Her eyes were very large. "I don't know. You make it sound awful, Tommy."
"Nothing awful about it. What's the difference between talking frankly about it and doing it?"
"I-I d-don't know," she faltered. "Except you scare me when you talk that way."
"Then I guess you're not as grown up as you think, Elly, so we'd better knock it off right now."
She bit her lower lip hard. "But I ... I'm hot, Tommy. I-I want to. Or I did before you started to talk this way."
"You don't want to now?"
"I-er-I don't know, Tommy. You made me feel awful funny, talking that way."
I waved my hand with a breeziness I didn't feel. "Okay, baby. We'll call a halt to it right now. I'm going downstairs and take a bath. See you."
"Tommy, wait a minute."
I had moved to the doorway and now I stopped and turned around. "Yeah?"
"Tommy, I'm awful hot. Every night almost I dream about that time ... you came into my room and did it to me. Every night. Honest I do. It's just awful. I mean it's wonderful ... Oh, I don't know ... it's some of each. I've been waiting two whole days now for mom and dad to be out of the house so I could get you to ... do it to me ... now you don't want to ... you..."
"I thought you didn't want to, Elly," I said harshly. "Make up your mind. Do you or don't you?"
"I don't know, Tommy. like I said, you scared me something awful."
I looked at her and grinned, though I didn't feel much like grinning. I felt like ... hell. "I'm gonna take a bath. See you later, kid."
"Wait, Tommy," she begged, but I shook my head and headed down the hallway to the top of the stairs. She came running after me and I saw her little-girl titties jouncing about. Man, they looked good, but I tried not to think about them. I glanced down at the floor, but as my glance traveled downward I didn't fail to take in her legs and cunt. My old dick got hard real fast and I knew I had to get away from her quickly.
"Like I said, Elly, I'm gonna take a bath."
"You can't. The shower won't work."
"Then I'll take one in the tub. Go back to your room and take off those ... sexy clothes, Elly. A session is out for us."
"Please, Tommy?" Her eyes were imploring me now.
My old dingus let loose and the stuff went down my leg, not to much of it, however, just enough to get me wet. "Nope. I'm taking a bath." I almost added I have to take a bath now-seeing your box made me blow, but I didn't.
"Tommy, please. I don't mind if you like to talk ... dirty to me."
I glared at her. "I wasn't talking dirty, damn it. Get that notion out of your mind. There's a big difference between talking dirty and speaking frankly."
Her jaw went slack and she looked real puzzled. "Oh ... oh..." was all she said.
I nodded to her curtly and went down the stairs and headed for the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and tried the shower. Elly had been right. The thing was on the blink, no water would come from it. I pushed in the plug in the tub and ran a combination of cold and warm water into it till I had just the right amount. I didn't like a lot of water, just a couple of inches in the tub. That was plenty. I climbed in and got a bar of soap and a cloth and began to wash my body, taking really good care to get it clean because who knew? Maybe that old shade would be pulled down in Mrs. Devine's rear window at any moment and I wanted to be all ready to go-in case it was getting a bit dark outside, that is. I wished I didn't have to wait until dark. That damned waiting was enough to drive a hot guy nuts. What am I talking about? I asked myself. I haven't even seen the shade down yet.
I sat there in the tub taking my time about washing my body and thinking about Mrs. Devine and her hot, eager body. My prick came up and I looked at it. Funny thing. Usually, when a guy is in the tub his old joint won't do anything.
I briefly considered touching it, maybe giving it a few thrill rubs, but somehow I resisted the idea. I didn't have to indulge in the sort of business the other guys did-I had me a grown woman to take care of me now.
I grinned, thinking about Mrs. Devine, and darned if my old whooper didn't become a whopper. It kept getting bigger and taller and harder and I just sat there looking at it and wishing like crazy.
The bathroom door burst open and Elly ran into the room. She didn't have a stitch of clothing on now. She looked at my hard joint.
"Tommy. . . , " she said.
I flushed a bit. "What do you want?" I asked, trying to cover it with the washcloth.
"Let me ... see ... it, Tommy," she said, catching her breath.
"If I do, will you go away?"
"Let ... me ... see ... your ... prick, Tommy," she said boldly, very boldly for Elly.
I sighed and pulled the cloth away. "All right, see it. Take a good look and then beat it."
Instead, she climbed into the tub and before I could push her away, she sat down on my lap, her cunt taking in my dingus like she was the most experienced grown woman in all the world. She began to pump up and down on me, her eyes tightly closed, while she moaned and groaned and cried out and ... well, just about everything. That's what she did, just about everything, including running her tongue over my mouth. Man, was she hot-she was really hot! I finally leaned back against the cold end of the tub and let my kid sister pump me off with her tight little box.
I don't mind telling you it was terrific.
CHAPTER 6
Our folks called on the phone about six o'clock that evening and told us-told Elly, I mean, for she always answers the phone before I can get there-that they wouldn't be able to get home until the next day. The car had blown something or other. I mean, the thing wouldn't run. I don't know as much about cars as some guys do-that's not the kind of thing that fascinates me much.
Anyway, Elly and I were to be alone all night and I wondered how many more demands she might make on me, if you want to call it that. I grinned when she told me and she grinned back. Both of us had got over that stinky feeling we'd had upstairs. We were relaxed now and it was a hell of a lot better, believe me. Don't let anyone tell you it's better to be "nice and proper" all the time. It's not. People can go nuts in droves when they stick to that deal all the time. That's my opinion and you can take it or leave it, though I don't claim to know all there is to know, but I'm pretty sure I'm right about this.
"Tommy," Elly said, "just think, we can do anything we want to-all night long if we feel like it."
I remembered about the possibility of the drawn shade, so I was real cautious about replying to her. "I may have a date tonight, Elly. That okay with you?" It was a hell of a thing to ask, but I felt I had to say something about it.
Her face fell. "Please, Tommy, get out of it. Tell her you can't come tonight."
There was something strange about the way she said this. "Tell who?" I said roughly, thinking she might have seen me coming out of Mrs. Devine's house and wanting to find out for certain if she had.
Elly looked at me oddly. "Why ... your date, of course. Who did you think I was talking about?"
"What date are you talking about?" I asked like a nut.
"Your date. You just told me you had one." I guess I flushed a little. "Oh ... that ... date."
"Yes, that date. Say ... what's the matter with you? Why did your face get all red, Tommy?"
"My face is not red," I retorted hotly.
She grinned and turned away. "Okay, so it's not red. I'm not going to fight with you ... not when we can have the whole night ... you know ... all that fun and stuff."
"Yeah, I know, Elly. But like I said, I have this date. I-er-well, you know how it is."
She pouted and I had to admit she looked awful pretty when she pouted. "Tommy, get me a date, will you? I want to go with you. Do you mind? I mean, can you get me a date, too?"
"No," I said harshly. "You're too damned young, kid."
A tear came into her eye. "I wish you wouldn't talk mean to me, Tommy. I just hate you when you do."
I did feel like something of a heel for saying it. "Okay, Elly. I'll say it again. I'm sorry. Only I can't get you a date ... these ... people ... are a lot ... older, you see. They-er-wouldn't want. . . "
"Wouldn't want a kid like me around? Then how come they want a kid like you? And what do you mean by 'they'? How many girls do you have a date with?"
"I didn't mean to say 'they,' Elly. Just slipped out. I mean ... her."
She was pouting again. "I should think after what I did to you in the tub you could at least be nice to me, Tommy."
This griped me a bit. "Now look Elly. You did that because you wanted to. Don't give me that old female stuff about doing a guy a favor. Nuts to that stuff."
She bit her lips and frowned prettily. "Just the same..."
"Just the same, nothing. Don't give me that old crap. I've got a date tonight ... maybe I have, and that's all there is to that."
She turned around and walked to the kitchen. "Okay for you, Tommy Gates, just wait till you want me to fix your breakfast in the morning. Boy, are you ever gonna get turned down flat. See how you like it."
"I'll be back in a minute, Elly," I told her. The truth was, I was dying to go outside and take another look down the street to see if that confounded old shade was down or up. I had been glancing that way all day long and so far it had remained up, which was beginning to bug me something awful. I stepped out of doors, walked to the corner and very casually picked up a stick and threw it out in the street-in the direction, sort of, of Mrs. Devine's house. I made believe I was watching the stick, but actually I glanced at the window. The shade was-my heart began to jump around like mad-the shade was down; it was drawn! I felt like climbing a tree and yelling at anyone passing by, but somehow I got hold of myself and-after taking one more quick look to make sure the shade really was drawn-turned and walked slowly back into the house.
Elly was running the vacuum sweeper and if there's any lousy racket in the world I hate more than any other, it's the sound of a sweeper. Man, the noise of those stupid things just about flips me. I got out of the house fast, closed the front door so I couldn't hear the sweeper and sat down on one of the chairs on the porch. I sat there and watched the girls in shorts walk by. Some of 'em looked pretty good, but most of them looked awful-they were either too damned fat or too skinny. Blah!
I saw one that looked pretty good, though. I knew her slightly and called out to her. She stopped, smiled and said "Hi" and looked at me, swung her long-strapped purse around crudely and-seeing that I wasn't too much interested in her, I guess-moved on, giggling quite a bit but stupidly. Why do some girls giggle cute while others giggle stupid? Damned if I know.
I waited until I heard Elly turn off the sweeper and then entered the house as she was putting the thing away in a closet.
"Elly," I said without thinking, "I'm kind of hungry. Got anything to eat?"
She turned and looked at me with her blue eyes. "Oh, so now you want a favor of me, do you? Well, you can just get yourself something to eat. Me, I'm going to change my clothes and go somewhere. You aren't the only one who can go somewhere, you know."
"Don't be mad at me, Elly. I really do have a date tonight-one I can't break."
"Who cares?" she snapped, and ran up the stairs.
I shrugged, waited a few minutes and then went up the stairs after her. I found her in her room, of course, but I hadn't expected she'd be naked this quickly. When she saw me her eyss lighted up.
"Now don't get any hot ideas, Elly. I just wanted to tell you ... that I don't want you to be mad at me. I'll be home fairly early and then ... we can ... well, you know ... if you want to, I mean."
"You can just go to hell, Tommy Gates. Me, I'm going out and ... and pick me up a boy, one who's older than you are. How do you like that, stupid?"
"Elly," I said, knowing she was upset, "don't talk like that. If mom or dad ever found out you went out and picked up an ... older guy, well, they'd raise hell. You know that."
"If they knew you'd screwed me, they'd raise hell, too, Tommy Gates."
I felt suddenly cold all over. "Just a minute, Elly. Don't say it that way. It's true, I did it to you that first time ... but when I was in the tub awhile ago ... well, it was all your idea. Don't forget that, little sister."
"Don't call me little sister, you big ape. I'm just as big for a girl as you are for a boy."
"Okay, okay. I just don't want you to start thinking this thing between us is all my doing. You like it, too, you know."
She seemed to relax. "So what if I do. I'm going out tonight and get me a real guy."
"You can't do that, Elly," I said earnestly. "You'll get into trouble if you do."
She put her hands on her hips and shot her head forward, her eyes blazing. "All right then ... you stay home with me, Tommy Gates."
I thought it was best to pacify her a bit, so I said, "Okay, I'll stay home. I won't go out on my date. I'll ... just call her up and tell her my sister wants me to stay home with her."
She shot her head forward even more, her chin shaking with anger or something. "Don't you ... dare ... do ... that, Tommy Gates. You just go on your old date, see if I care."
I tried another tact. I grinned. "I can see your cute little ... box, Elly."
She blushed and put her hands down to cover himself. "You can just take your old eyes away from me and get out of my room."
"Oh, come on, Elly. You know you like to hear me say things like that."
"Not anymore I don't. I wish you'd get out of my room. After all, I don't have any clothes on."
"That didn't seem to bother you much when I was taking a bath," I answered.
"Well ... I had hot pants then. I don't now. So beat it."
"Don't get so tough. I'm only teasing you."
"What makes you think I'm dying to be teased, big shot?"
"I'll bet I could tease the butt off you, kid," I retorted.
"No, you can't and I don't even want you to try."
"Elly," I said, put out a bit by her angry attitude, "I think you have very pretty titties."
"Oh, shut up about my ... titties, damn you."
"How," I said carefully, "would you like to have a guy ... suck on them?"
She got a startled look in her eyes. "Huh? What did you say to me, Tommy Gates?"
I took a deep breath. "I'll say it again only in a different way. How would you like me to suck on your titties right now?"
A sly grin crossed her pretty little face. "Wow!" she said. "What an exciting way to talk. Say it again, Tommy, please."
"What's this now? I thought you didn't like that kind of talk."
"Oh, but I do, Tommy. Say it again, please?"
"Okay," I walked close to her and touched one of her titties. "How would you like it if I sucked this?" I gave her titty a snap with my finger.
She winced and I was immediately sorry I had done this, but I didn't let on to her. "Well?" I said. "Are you going to answer or not?"
"That hurt, Tommy."
"Didn't hurt much. I asked you a question. Gonna answer it."
"Say it again."
"Good grief, how many times do I have to say it?" I took a deep breath. "Elly, little sister, how would you like it if I sucked your titties?"
She grinned nervously. "I think I'd like it."
"Lie down on the bed and I'll do it," I told her, my dingus growing in my pants.
"All right. You know something? When you talk like that it makes me awful hot."
Well, that's what I had intended it to do. "Lie down, kid,"
She lay down on the bed, her legs pulled tightly together and stared up at me in a strange manner. I suppose she thought I was pulling some kind of trick on her. Something like that. I didn't. I just bent over and placed my lips around a titty and sucked it, running my tongue over it until she was moaning and groaning and pulling my hair and all that wild stuff girls do when they get real hot. I left her titties and went down to her stomach, ran my tongue over her bellybutton and then, suddenly, before I knew what was happening, she had wrapped both of her slender legs around my neck and was pushing her cunt into my face and pumping her loins in quick, little jerking movements as if she thought she could get a cream job that way.
I ran my tongue down into her box and made a fluttering kind of movement with it-just as I had done with Mrs. Devine-and Elly cried out and began to jerk and twist her body around like a girl gone nuts. After a little of this I pulled away from her.
"Cool it, Elly."
"Oh, Tommy, I love that so much. That feels terrific. I think I went off a little. Do it some more, please."
"Would you rather have me put it in?" I asked.
"That, too, but keep on with your tongue. It's wonderful."
"I'll do something even better," I told her, caught up in it now; I mean really caught up in it. "I'll turn around and we can do a thing together."
"What do you mean?" she asked excitedly.
I turned my body around and lay down on her, my face buried between her young legs. "I mean, I suck, you suck-we both suck, Elly. I suck you off, you suck me off. Fair deal?"
She didn't answer me. She just grunted a little and put her warm lips around my joint and I began to suck her and pump the old joint into her at the same time. I guess she liked it pretty well because when I blew off into her, she stiffened and squealed and choked and sputtered and then when I was through blowing she hung onto my legs as if she never wanted to let go of them.
"Hey," I said at length. "That's it. Show's over, Elly. Let go of me."
"Pump off into me once more, Tommy," she cried eagerly. "I love it."
I thought about the lush body of Mrs. Devine waiting for me and shook my head. Realizing she couldn't see my head, I pulled it out of her mouth, or tried to, but she hung onto me fiercely. "Let go of me, Elly, please," I said. "I have to go now."
She released her hold on my legs. "Why do you have to go, Tommy? Why don't you pump off into me again?"
"Because..., " I said, and stopped.
"Because you want to go and see your girl? Is that it?"
I bit my lips. "Yeah, Elly. That's it. I've taken care of you and now I want to go and see my girl."
"You mean your other girl, don't you?" she said, looking at me slyly. "You may be my brother ... but you're also my guy ... now."
I got off the bed and zipped up my pants. "Elly," I said slowly. "Take it cool with that kind of talk. Don't even think that way. I'm not your guy. I'm your brother and don't you forget it."
She began to pout. "You do it to me and then you say you aren't my guy. What is a guy then?"
"What?"
"I mean, a girl lets a guy do it to her, he's her guy-"
"I'm your brother, damn it, not your guy. What's with you?"
She got up from the bed and ran her hands over her titties. "I liked it," she said, evidently forgetting about the guy stuff for the moment. "Will you do it to me that way again sometime soon?"
I studied her, not knowing if she had really forgotten the guy stuff or not. "Yeah," I said. "Only don't give me this I'm your guy stuff. I'm not."
"All right, Tommy," she said, grinning slightly. "You go and see your girl. I'll be okay. I'll stay home and watch the tube."
"See you later, Elly," I said, and left the room. I walked down the hall, down the stairs and out of doors. I saw it was beginning to grow dark. I'd have to wait a little while. Besides, now I wasn't in too much of a hurry to see Mrs. Devine. That Elly. She had surprised the hell out of me. I was a bit scared of her now because all that "my" stuff had bothered me. If she started thinking that way about me I might be in for bad trouble. Real bad trouble.
I re-entered the house and Elly remained upstairs. I kept glancing at the clock and at the growing darkness out of doors. I was glad she stayed in her room because I was feeling real weird about my kid sister at the moment, and I kept getting one hard-on after another each time I recalled the scene that had just taken place on the bed.
I smoked three or four of my dad's cigarettes before it was real dark out and when it was I put out the last one and stepped out of the house through the rear door. I went across the neighbor's back yard, across the one next to Mrs. Devine and stood near her garage, staring at the window. There were no lights in her house and it was so dark now I couldn't be sure if the shade was drawn or not, but remembering that it had been I finally went up onto her back porch and knocked softly. The main door came open.
"Come in, Tommy," she whispered. "Quickly. Don't say a word till you're inside."
I stepped into her kitchen and she closed the door and locked it. I heard her do it and I could see her, of course. I could smell her all right and noted she had some new kind of perfume on. Man, it really turned me on, that perfume. She touched my arm and I quickly slipped my other arm about her waist and pulled her up to me. I sought out her mouth and kissed her lips wetly, passionately. She gasped and bit me lightly on the lip.
"Hey," she said. "Hot pants already?"
"Yes," I said, my breath gushing out of me as I spoke. "I really got 'em tonight. Mrs. Devine." This wasn't quite true. Elly had satisfied me pretty good, but then, I was fifteen and being satisfied at fifteen-I found out later-doesn't last too long.
"Good," she said. "But we have to wait awhile. There may be someone coming to the door at any moment."
"You mean the guy with the black beard?" I heard myself say.
Her body stiffened and she took a long time in replying. "Yes. How did you know about him?"
"He stopped me on the street and asked me who I was."
She was silent for a moment. "You mustn't talk to him, Tommy, if he stops you again. Stay away from that man."
"Who is he?"
"A man I used to know, Tommy."
"Was he your husband?"
"No," she said. "Not my husband. My husband is dead."
"Guess you don't want to talk about him, huh?"
"No, I don't," she said, positively. "Except to warn you to stay away ... from him."
"I'm not around him. I don't know him. All he did was stop me in front of the drug store and ask me if my name was Gates."
"All right, Tommy," she said mysteriously.
I couldn't think of anything to say and besides, who wanted to talk? I just kissed her and she pressed my head down against her, encouraging me, I thought, so I went lower on her and, remembering what I had done to Elly earlier, I began to feel wild. I found her titty with my mouth and began to suck on it, running my tongue over her rapidly swelling nipple. This set me up in great shape and I got as hard as a rock. I found her hand and pressed it against my hard-on.
"Tommy," she breathed, "we have to wait a ... little ... while." She was having trouble with her breathing and this excited me more than ever. "Tommy," she said, her voice almost breaking, "please don't ... suck ... my breasts ... you're getting me all bothered up."
But I paid no attention to her and kept on sucking her titty and a moment later ran my free hand between her legs. I was startled to discover that she was wearing only stockings, no pants, nothing at all over her box. I dipped my forefinger into her crevice and felt the sticky wetness of her cunt. I nearly blew off in my pants and to prevent this I took my prick out and let it press against her hip. She sighed and fumbled around and finally caught hold of me there and began to jack me a little.
"Tommy, I swear I never saw such a hot kid. I believe you could go off a dozen times a day."
"Yeah," I muttered. "I'm hot all right. You make me hot."
I ran my hand up and down over her flat tummy and then over her rounded, firm hips and up her sides to her titties. I rubbed them a bit and dropped my hand to her box again and dipped my finger inside of her cunt.
She was squeezing my arm something awful now and breathing like a ... dog that's been running in the sun. "Tommy," she squealed, sounding something like Elly. "Tommy ... boy ... what ... are ... you ... doing ... to me?"
"It ain't what I'm doing," I rasped. "It's what I'm gonna do."
"Oh ... Tommy ... boy ... what are you ... going ... to do? Tell me? I want ... to hear ... you say it."
I grabbed her and threw her down to the hard kitchen floor with me on top of her. "I'm going to fuck the living hell out of you, lady," I cried in her ear.
"Tommy," she moaned. "Oh ... Tommy ... you mustn't ... not now."
But I already had my hard prong buried deeply inside of her wet, eager cunt and I began to pump her harder than I ever had pumped before. She fastened her legs about me and held me in a vise-like grip. "Oh ... Tommy ... boy," she groaned. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me good. Never mind what I said before."
I fucked her. I fucked her like crazy, filling her hot cunt with thick, gray goo.
CHAPTER 7
I don't know how long I kept it going, but it must have been for a long time, because I began to get damned tired after a while. I guess I must have blown off in her at least three times. Young guys like me can do this, you know. We don't have to settle for just one big, long blow-we can do repeats over and over. I guess that's why older women like us so much-we give 'em all they can take and then some. It was that way this time, too, because it wasn't long after the third explosion that she was begging me to stop.
"I'm tired out, honey," she gasped. "You've got to stop for a while. You're ... enough to kill ... a ... girl."
"I got one more for you," I grunted.
She slapped me on the back. "No, that's enough for now, Tommy. Mustn't be greedy. Besides, I told you in the first place that we had to wait awhile."
"Can't wait. Want to do it to you. I've been thinking about you all day."
She slapped me on the back again. "Please, Tommy, take it out of me and let me up. I have to rest awhile. This floor is very hard. And besides, I'm afraid you might knock over my movie camera."
I swore a bit and yanked it out of her, it being still as hard as a rock. "Okay," I said crossly. "I thought you were a real hot woman, but I see you're not." I zipped my pants up and started for the rear door, pretending I was mad so she would come and grab me and beg me not to leave. Funny thing. She didn't do this. She didn't grab me, she didn't say anything, so ... I stopped and looked down at the floor. There was a bit of light streaming in through the window from the street lamp outside the house and I could see her on the floor, her legs spread wide apart, but I couldn't see her clearly.
"Aren't you gonna get up?" I asked.
She got to her feet. "Whew," she said. "You almost killed me, honey boy."
I grinned and started to say something when I heard that same loud banging noise I had heard the other time. Mrs. Devine cried out softlyshe must have jumped to her feet-and grabbed me and pushed me out the door.
"Go home, Tommy," she said quickly. "Hurry. That's Basil at the door. He'll beat the hell out of you if he finds you here."
I was out the door and running across the yard in nothing flat.
I don't know what time it was that Elly came home that night, but it was pretty late for a thirteen-year-old girl, about two in the morning, something like that. I was in bed reading a detective story when I heard the front door being carefully closed. I have very good hearing, so if she was trying to fool me, she didn't do it. I heard her come in and waited for her to come upstairs. She must have seen the light on in my room, so I don't know what she figured she was doing, certainly not fooling me. I grinned and turned back to my book, but a few minutes later she came into my room dressed in her shortie nightdress, minus the pantie portion of it.
"Where have you been, kid?" I asked casually.
She grinned. "Out."
"Have a good time?"
She stood with her weight on one foot and looked at me oddly. "Pretty good, Tommy."
"Kind of late for you." I closed the book and put it down.
"Kind of."
"What did you do?"
"That would be telling."
"Okay, don't tell me."
"What did you do?" she asked.
"Not much."
"Well, where did you go."
"Out."
She giggled. "I had three beers, Tommy."
"Yeah. Where'd you get 'em?"
"Over at a girl friend's house. She swiped them from her dad. Her folks were out for the evening."
"If our folks ever find that out, they'll slap you down, kiddo."
"If our folks find out ... something else, they'll slap us both down, smarty."
I turned on my side and reaching up for the light chain, said, "I'm going to sleep now. Good night, Elly." I pulled the chain, plunging the room in darkness.
I might have known it. She crawled in bed behind me and started by putting her arm over me and resting the palm of her hand on my stomach. "What are you doing?" I growled. "Go to your own bed. I'm sleepy."
"I'm not," she said, and giggled.
"Go on, beat it. I don't want you fooling around. I'm tired."
"What are you so tired about?"
"None of your business."
"Did you ... do it to your girl all evening? Is that why you're tired, Tommy?"
"I'm just tired and I don't want you fooling around, so go to your own room."
"I won't do it. I'm gonna sleep with you, stupid."
I sighed and tried to turn over on my stomach so she couldn't fool around, but she was too quick for me and got her hand under me, grabbing onto my peter and jacking it up and down.
"Knock it off, damn it," I told her, and tried to push her out of bed.
"Tommy," she said, "remember when we sucked each other? Let's do it again. I just love that."
"No, thanks. Go to your own bed and leave me alone ... please."
She let go of me and moved away and was silent for a moment. Then: "Tommy, I left Jeanie's house about twelve o'clock."
I flopped over on my back. "You mean it took you two hours to walk home?"
"No. Well, yes ... in a way. I want to tell you something. I was coming up State Street and I passed this house on the corner, you know, the old Hillier place. Well, this guy that came to the door, the guy with the black beard, was standing on the sidewalk. He said hello to me and asked me where I was going. I told him I was going home. He told me I was cute and asked mie inside the house on the corner. He gave me three beers, Tommy."
I felt my spine doing strange things. I sat up in the bed and reached for the light chain and gave it a yank. The light came on and I looked at Elly angrily. "Don't you know enough not to go into a house when some guy asks you?"
She giggled. "Oh, he didn't hurt me none, Tommy. Besides, what are you yelling about? You've been inside that house."
I felt a bit cold now. "Elly," I said, "how in hell did you know that?"
"I saw you. I saw that woman putting her arms around you, too."
"Okay, okay. So you know about her. Tell me something. When you went inside with the bearded guy, was ... she there? I mean, was she in the house?"
"Didn't see her. Tommy, how'd you ever get ... next to her?"
I shrugged. "My handsome appearance flattens all women, my girl."
"Stop kidding. How did you really get next to her?"
"I don't know. She saw me on the street in front of her place and asked me if I'd carry out her garbage."
Elly giggled. "She just wanted to get a young boy inside the house, didn't she? What did she do to pay you for carrying out the garbage? Did she let you get on top of her."
"I'm curious."
"Yes, she did. Sort of. I mean she ... oh, the hell with talking about it, Elly. Skip it, can't you?"
"Mr. Basil makes movies. He'd like me to be in one of them. He told me. Wouldn't that be something? I kind of liked him. He was nice."
"Nuts. He's old enough to be your father and then some. You'd better knock off that kind of talk. He had a hell of a nerve coming out on the street and enticing a thirteen-year-old into the house. I ought to tell dad about that guy."
She clutched my arm fiercely. "Tommy, no. Please don't tell dad. He'd knock my head off."
"He wouldn't knock your head off, you know he wouldn't. He'd keep a watchful eye on you from here on in, though. You must have been nuts to go inside the house with that guy. Weren't you afraid he'd ... rape you?"
She giggled. "I was kind of hoping ... he would."
I knocked her hand away from my arm, the hand that was clutching me. "You're absolutely nuts, kid. You've flipped-completely flipped."
"I was just joking, Tommy. Just the same ... he was an awful good-looking man, and very kind to me."
I snorted. "Kind, my ass. He was just throwing you a line so he could get into your pants sometime. Don't you know that?"
"He didn't throw me any line. He just talked to me."
"Same thing. I'll bet he didn't even let his eyes scoot up and down your body, right?" I was sounding a bit sarcastic now.
"Sure he did that, Tommy. Why wouldn't he? I'm pretty. You said so yourself."
"You know something? I think you wanted that old guy to do it to you."
She giggled. "Maybe I did. So what?"
"And you're the girl who calls me stupid all the time. Brother!"
"Well, anyway," she said. "He didn't do anything to me, but he sure made me hot."
"How did he make you hot?"
"I don't know, the way he looked into my eyes, I guess."
"The three beers didn't hurt any, did they?"
She giggled. "Guess not. Beer always makes me hot, Tommy." She reached down and took hold of my limp pecker and started to play with it. It, quite naturally, got hard immediately. She sucked in her breath and bent over it, her lips poised just a few inches from the head of it.
"Can I, Tommy?" she asked softly.
I felt like telling her to forget it, to get out of my bed, but I didn't. The look on her pretty young face made me hot. "Guess you can if you want to, Elly, but I think you..."
"Thanks, Tommy," she said unsteadily. "Seeing your ... thing makes me want to ... eat it up."
"Guess those three beers are working pretty good, eh?"
She giggled but strangely. "Maybe. What makes it get hard like this, Tommy?" She ran her fingers up and down on my dingus.
"Search me. What do you wanna know that dumb thing for?"
She lifted my balls and let them drop gently. "Awful funny thing, a dingus. Wish I had one, Tommy."
I grinned. "You'd be some girl with one of them."
She giggled again. "Yeah, guess you're right. I wouldn't really want one. If I had one of those I wouldn't have a..."
"Have a what, Elly?" I asked, wanting to hear her say it.
"A hole in me, silly. What did you think?"
"That's not the word for it. What's the real word?"
She lifted her head and looked up at me and smiled. "Cunt, you stupid thing. You know that."
I was getting very excited now. "Do you like having a cunt, Elly?"
She laughed. " 'Course I do, stupid. Think I'm crazy or something?"
"I don't know," I replied. "Going into a guy's house at night and letting him feed you beer is pretty crazy."
"How about you? You went in the same house and got on top of that woman."
"That's different."
She let go of my prick and looked at me angrily. "How is it different?"
"I'm a guy. It's ... different with a guy."
"I don't see how."
"Well..." I waved my hand. "If you don't see it you don't see it. Forget it. Say ... how come you let go of me?"
She wrapped her fingers around my thing again and bent her head and ran her tongue over the head of it. "Boy, that ... tastes good, Tommy. How come it tastes so good?"
I grinned. "I don't know, silly. I'm not a popper."
She looked at me again. "A what?"
"A popper. A guy who ... does things like that to another guy."
Her blue eyes looked strange. "Honestly? You mean guys do things like this?"
"Naw. Not guys. Not real guys. Just poppers."
"Oh ... I see ... Tommy. Are there girl poppers, too?"
"You mean girls that like other girls."
"Yeah."
"Yes, I've heard there are. They call 'em something else."
"What do they call 'em?"
"Thesbians, or something like that."
"A thesbian is an actor, stupid."
"Well, how in hell would I know about stuff like that?"
She bent her head and ran her tongue over it again. I shivered and held her head there. She didn't care for this, apparently, for she jerked her head free.
"Wish you wouldn't do that, Tommy. Anything I hate is for a boy to hold me, to force me."
My ears pricked up. "You mean some guy has tried to force you?"
"Of course, stupid. Lots of times. Those dumb guys. They don't know the first thing about how to treat a girl."
"What guys are you talking about?"
She shrugged. "Just guys."
"Did that ... Basil guy try to force you, Elly?"
She was silent.
"I see. Then he did try? Well, real crazy stuff. Boy, are you ever dumb?"
"He didn't do nothing to me, Tommy."
"But he tried to. Right?"
She squirmed on the bed a bit. "Well ... he did run his hand up in under my skirt and pinch my leg a few times."
"Did you ... like it?"
"Sure I liked it. Think I'm dead?"
"Did he try to stick his finger in your cunt?"
She was silent.
"Well, did he?"
"Yes. Several times."
"Did you ... let him do it?"
Again she was silent.
"Are you gonna tell me or not?"
"Yes, he did."
"You let him put his finger in your snatch. Man, are you ever nuts."
"It didn't hurt nothing," she said, sulking a bit.
"What if he'd knocked you over the head and maybe killed you just so he could..."
"Well, he didn't. He didn't hurt me none. Not at all. I like it."
"Oh, boy, you sure are crazy, Elly. Don't you ever do a thing like that again. You're liable to get yourself killed."
"How about you?" she cried angrily. "You go down there and get all the stuff you want. Why can't I?"
She had me there. Sort of. I got off that bit real quick and said, "Listen, Elly, are you sure he didn't stick something else in you besides his finger?"
She was silent once more and now she flopped down on her back, having released her grip on my dingus.
"Are you going to tell me, Elly?" I persisted. My hands were shaking, for some crazy reason.
"He ... tried to, Tommy, but he couldn't."
"You mean he couldn't get ... one on."
"Y-Yes. I mean no, he couldn't get one on."
"But you were gonna let him if he could."
"I ... guess so. I was awful hot."
"Boy, are you stupid."
"I am not."
"You were gonna let him screw you, weren't you? That's stupid."
She began to pout. "He didn't do nothing to me."
"Only because he couldn't. Say ... what's wrong with that guy? Why couldn't he."
"He said it was because he's a benny taker."
"A what?"
"Takes bennies all the time. You know, those pills that Aunt Harriet takes to make her slim."
I had heard something about those pills making a guy high, but I had never tried one for a very good reason. I had never had my hands on one of them. I'd have probably tried it ... once. Most guys will try anything once.
"Hey," I said. "Are you sure he didn't do anything to you?"
"I told you. He couldn't. He'd been taking those bennies."
"Well, if he was that way ... what did he want with you?"
She bit her lips. "He asked me to suck him, to get it hard for him."
A cold chill ran up my back. This guy Basil was way out of line. I'd have to watch this guy. He sounded like bad trouble. "Listen, Elly, don't you ever go there again. Hear?"
"I didn't suck him," she replied, sulking a bit.
"Good thing, kid. Man, the things you do without even thinking. You scare me. You know that?"
"No worse than what you did, I'll bet."
"Well ... like I said ... that's different. I'm a guy."
"That's what guys always say. What makes you think you're so different?"
"I just am, that's all. So he wanted you to ... suck him, did he?"
"I shouldn't have told you that, I guess."
A wave of excitement hit me all over again. "Elly," I said after a pause, "are you still hot?"
"Not much. Not now. All this bawling out you're giving me ... well, how could I stay hot under all that yak?"
"Elly," I said, "I'm hot."
"Good for you." She turned on her side, her bare butt sticking out from beneath the shortie nightdress. I took my dick in my hand and stuck the head of it in her crack, but she pulled away and rolled over on her back, her legs crossed. "Leave me alone, Tommy Gates. I'm mad right now."
"I'm sorry I made you mad, Elly. Honest."
"I'll bet you are. I'll bet you're just awful sorry."
"I am," I told her, and meant it. "I'm awful sorry. Pull your ... legs apart a bit, can't you?"
"No," she said, spitting the word. "Leave me alone. I'm mad."
"I told you I was sorry. Turn over on your side, then."
"Leave me alone, Tommy Gates."
"You let that Basil guy stick his finger into you and you let him try to stick his prong into you. Why can't I?"
"Because, Tommy Gates, I'm mad at you."
"All right," I said, annoyed at her now. "Then get out of my bed."
"I won't do it."
"I'll push you out onto the floor if you don't."
"No, you won't push me out."
I saw that she had turned on her side again, her butt sticking out and straight at my old dingus. There was only one thing to do, the thing she had said lots of guys had tried with her.
I did it.
I grabbed her and held her while she yelled and struggled and fought me off. She might as well have saved her strength because I sank the old shaft deep into her cunt-from the rear. Man, did it feel great. She struggled a bit more and then sighed and lay still-on her side yet-while I pumped the hard, old dingus into her little-girl cunt.
CHAPTER 8
I drifted off to sleep sometime later with Elly in my arms, for all the world just like she was my girl. It was real strange, this thing we had between us, and I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. I figured it was a good thing, in a way, but that it could also turn out to be a very bad thing-in case someone found out about it. Someone like our parents, I mean. Just thinking about them (after I had wakened) made me cold all over. I gently eased Elly off my arm and sat up on the bed and looked out the window. It was still night and I was glad of it because I didn't really want to see Elly right now. I preferred to have it dark in the room.
"Hey, Tommy," she said sleepily. "You awake, too?"
"Yes," I said, wetting my lips. "Are you ... still ... mad at me?"
She giggled. "No, silly. I never was mad at you. Can't you tell when a girl is really mad and when she's just faking it to get a rise out of you?"
"I guess I can't. I never thought much about it."
"Tommy ... what's that woman's name?" I hesitated. "Mrs. Devine," I said at length. She laughed softly. "Boy, what a name. Is she?"
"Is she what."
"Is she divine?"
I grinned. "Kind of. In a wild sort of way."
"Is she awfully sexy and stuff?" Again I hesitated.
"Tell me, Tommy. I won't ever tell anyone anything you say to me."
"You promise."
"I promise."
"Well then, yes, she's awful sexy. She's wild and ... well, I don't know. Maybe that Basil guy is her boyfriend or husband or something. You said he takes those benny pills and can't do nothing, so I suppose this just about drives her nuts. That's probably what makes her so ... much the way she is."
"Is he her husband, Tommy?"
"She said her husband was dead, but I don't know whether to believe that or not."
"You think she's a liar, Tommy?"
"Could be. Women do lie sometimes, you know."
"So do guys."
"Sure, I know it. Everybody lies all over the place if it suits them."
"How many times have you fooled around with her?"
"Depends on what you mean. I've been there twice-no, three times including the time I carried out the garbage."
"You know what I mean, Tommy. How many times have you stuck it into that woman?"
"Quite a few times."
"Is she real good-real hot?"
"Yes. Let's talk about something else, huh?"
"What for? I like to talk about stuff like this. Makes me..."
"Makes you what, Elly?" I knew, but I always liked to hear her put these kinds of things into words.
"Makes me hot all over, talking about all this stuff."
"Say ... you ever think about anything but getting hot?"
"What else is there worth talking about, Tommy, now."
"What do you mean now?"
"Now that you and I are..."
"Are what?"
"Are sort of lovers."
"Wish you wouldn't put it that way, Elly," I said crossly. "I told you to knock off that kind of talk before."
She moved up close to me and placed her hand on my tummy. "It's true, Tommy, you might as well admit it. We are sibling lovers."
"Never heard that word. What's sibling mean?"
"Means brother or sister."
I didn't say anything but flopped over on my side and looked out the window again.
"Tommy?"
"Yeah."
"I wish we weren't brother and sister."
"Yeah, sure."
"Wouldn't it be great if we could ... get married sometime?"
"Knock it off, you nut. Don't start that stuff again."
"I never have said anything like this before."
"Well ... knock it off anyway. That kind of talk is crazy."
"I know it, Tommy. Girls like to dream about things and guys and stuff."
"So do guys, but we don't dream that kind of crazy stuff."
"You don't want me to talk about it?"
"Good grief. I just got through telling you I didn't."
"All right, Tommy. I promise not to say anything about it again."
"Crazy."
"I am not crazy."
"I meant crazy ... well, I meant that's good."
She was silent for a time. Then: "Tommy, are you ... I mean, could you get hot again."
"No. I've had enough for tonight."
"I haven't."
"Nuts."
"Tommy, isn't it great to have the house to ourselves."
"Kind of."
"I think it's just wonderful. I like mom and dad, don't misunderstand me, but it's nice to be free once in a while."
"Yeah."
"How come parents don't let their kids feel more free more often?"
I hated to say it, but I did. "It's because kids like us don't know how to handle things. If parents let kids have their own way the kids end up by getting into bad trouble. That's your answer."
"Boy, you're smart, Tommy."
"Naw. I read that somewhere."
"Just the same, I got a pretty smart brother."
"Okay. What is it you want now?"
"I don't want anything, Tommy. I really mean that. You're smart."
"How so?" I asked, pleased even though I was making believe I didn't care much.
"Well, how many young guys can get an old woman to..."
"She's not an old woman, damn it. She's middle-aged. She's thirty, I guess."
"No kidding? Is she really that old? Wow! I figured she was probably twenty-three or four or something like that. Boy, thirty. That's really old, Tommy." She paused. "You'd think when anybody got that old, they'd have forgotten all about guys and stuff like that."
"Naw," I said. "They don't ever forget about guys and stuff, not women. They like it even when they're grandmothers."
"Aw, I don't believe that, Tommy. You can't tell me no grandmother goes around doing stuff like that."
"Well ... they do ... some of 'em."
"How," she said brightly, "do you know?"
I hedged a bit. "I don't really know, but I think they do. I mean, damn it, they do. I do too know it. I read it or something."
"You read a lot, don't you?"
"Quite a bit."
"You ever read any hot stories?"
"Sure. Lots of 'em." I hadn't, but what was the use in admitting it.
"Do you like to read hot stories?"
"Of course. You think I'm a freak or something?"
"I never read a real hot story. Do you have any?"
"No, not now."
"What did you do with 'em?"
"Traded them off to a guy."
"Hey," she said. "Why don't we turn on a light so we can see each other?"
"Because ... someone might be walking by the house and look upstairs and see us, silly."
"We can pull the shades down."
"If you want to yank 'em down, help yourself. Me, I'm tired."
I heard her climb out of bed and stumble around the room, drawing shades on the several windows. She got them all down properly and then came back and flopped down beside me. I felt her hand go up around my head.
"Hey, the chain is higher up," I said.
"I know where it is, silly." She yanked the chain and the light came on.
I looked at her and saw she had removed her shortie nightdress. It lay over the foot of the bed. I had to admit she looked good even if she was only thirteen. I decided to tell her, so I did. "You look pretty good, kid."
"Thanks, Tommy. Take off your pajamas. I want to see you."
"I have them off."
"I mean the bottoms, too."
"You planning on starting something?" I asked, watching her blue eyes as they looked at my tummy.
She giggled. "Maybe. Why not?"
I sighed. "Ever since that first time I took you, Elly, all you can think about is sex. How come?"
She kissed the side of my face. "I love it," she said. "It's the most exciting thing in the world."
"Yeah. Know what you mean, but I hope you aren't thinking about getting some now. I've-er-had a busy night, you know."
"Oh, you're okay, Tommy. You can't kid me. I know how you are."
I turned on my side, my face away from her. I knew she was going to do it and she did. Her arms went around me and the first thing I knew she was fooling around with my thing. "Come on, Elly," I said, annoyed. "Cut it out. I don't feel like it."
"This won't hurt you none, Tommy. I just love to feel of it. It feels so funny."
"Oh, boy, you sure are a nut these days, all the time you wanna fool around."
"You made me this way. I never used to be."
She had a point there, so I ignored it. Never pays to let a girl think she's too much right. "Well," I said, "if you have to fool around, go ahead and fool around. But I'm not doing anything. I'm pooped."
"I'll get you over that feeling, Tommy. Wait and see."
"Nuts," I said, snorting. "Turn off the light, will you?"
"Please, Tommy. Don't make me turn the light off. I want to see it when it gets hard."
"You've seen it before. What have you got to see it again for?"
"Because I like to."
I turned over on my back. "Okay, smartie. Look at it. See. It's getting hard. Hope you're satisfied."
She giggled. "Not yet."
"What's that mean?"
"Means I'm not satisfied yet."
"Holy cow. Are you going to..."
"Yup," she said, breaking in. "Soon as it gets real hard."
I glanced down at her face and saw the little-girl lust in her eyes. "You beat everything," I said. "I think you've gotten to be sex crazy."
"Could be," she said, giggling again. "But, boy, is it ever fun being this way." She took my hand and placed it down over her cunt. "Put your finger in me, Tommy. Wiggle it around and make me come."
I felt a trace of excitement returning to me. "All right, but don't expect me to do it to you. I'm too tired to diddle."
"Just rub me off or whatever .you call it. I don't care, just so I go off."
I stuck my finger inside of her box and immediately discovered how hot and wet she was. The moment my fingers entered her cunt she groaned and began to press down on the bed with both of her hands while at the same time jerking her loins up and down. I glanced at her face and was startled by the intense look of lust on her pretty pink face. Her jaw had gone slack, her eyes were half-closed, and her hair seemed to be doing a lot of flopping around as she jerked her loins. I could barely keep my finger inside her.
"Hey, you gonna do it or do I?" I asked.
"Both of us. Just press your finger in deep, Tommy. Touch that little spot where it feels so good. Hey ... put two or three fingers in me. That'll make it better."
"Oh, nuts, Elly," I said. "That's too much work."
"Please, Tommy?" Her eyes were begging me now.
"Hell, I might as well use my dingus. It's less work."
"Oh, Tommy," she cried. "Would you, would you please?"
I removed my finger from her box and crawled over on top of her. Even before I had settled down on her body, she had grasped my thing and stuffed the head of it into her cunt. Man, was that box ever hot. Whew! It was almost hot enough to burn a guy. I sank it deeply into her and she began to jerk her loins about frantically.
"That Basil guy didn't give you a benny, did he?" I asked suspiciously. I had heard that bennies sometimes make girls frantic.
"Well, what if he did?" she said. "What does it matter?"
"I thought there was something wild about you, Elly. You never acted this hot before."
"Well, I am now, so get on with it. Make me blow, Tommy."
It's a very strange thing to lie on top of your kid sister and pump your prick into her even when she has her eyes tightly closed and is naturally not looking at you. It is also a very strange deal to feel a cold hand pressing down on your butt while you're pumping her. The hand pressed down on me and I wondered how come she was doing this-it seemed damned strange. I mean, the way she was pressing down on my butt. She seemed to have a lot of rings on her fingers, and I knew damned well that Elly didn't wear rings. I figured my imagination was going flooey on me, so I closed my eyes and sped up the action quite a bit, but still she pressed her cold hand down on my butt.
It wasn't until she opened her eyes and screamed that I realized it wasn't Elly's hand but someone else's.
I stopped pumping and glanced up in cold horror, thinking it must be my dad or mom.
Mrs. Devine stood there, one titty hanging out, her hand still on my butt, her eyes glazed, her hair badly mussed.
She looked to be as drunk as could be.
"Hi, kid," she said thickly. "Your sister told Basil you two were here all alone, so I thought I'd pay you a visit. I see"-here she grinned drunkenly-"you're being nice to your kid sister."
Elly just screamed, again and again.
CHAPTER 9
I reached down and pulled the sheet up over Elly and me and Mrs. Devine had to pull her hand away in order for me to do this, which was one reason I did it. Elly kept on screaming until I told her to cool it, which she did, strangely enough. I glanced at her and saw the look of horror, or whatever it was in her eyes. She had been caught with her brother and I knew that was how she was thinking. I told her to cool it again and pulled my dingus out as carefully as possible so Mrs. Devine couldn't see me, though I didn't really care if she did or not. Having her here made me suddenly very hot. I mean very hot, not just so-so hot as I had been before.
"The front door was wide open," Mrs. Devine explained, her voice not quite as thick now, "so I walked right in. Hope you kids aren't angry."
"You'd better get out of here, lady," Elly said indignantly. "Who told you, you could just walk right in our house?"
"Take it easy, Elly. Mrs. Devine knew our folks weren't home. She hasn't done anything to ... hurt us."
"I don't care. She makes me mad, walking in on ... us this way."
Mrs. Devine smiled strangely, glanced down at her exposed breast and tucked it back inside of her dress. "I'm sorry you are mad, honey. I guess you have a right to be. Truth is"-here her speech seemed to get a bit thick again-"truth is, I'm rather drunk. Hope you'll forgive me, you two."
"It's okay," I said hastily. "Where's Basil?"
"He's-er-at the house sleeping it off."
Elly surprised the hell out of me then. "Tommy," she said. "Let's all go down to her house."
"Huh?" I said stupidly. "What for?"
"She wants to see Basil, Tommy," Mrs. Devine told me. Turning to Elly, she said, "Am I right?"
Elly didn't answer her, so I spoke. "This Basil, is he your boyfriend, Mrs. Devine?" I admit I was just a bit jealous until she answered me.
"Basil," she said thickly, "is my older brother."
I felt better immediately and grinned at her. "Shall we all go down to your house, Mrs. Devine?"
She bit her lips. "Okay, if you two promise to keep very quiet about it."
"We promise, don't we, Elly?" I asked my sister.
Her eyes were wild with excitement now. "Sure, Mrs. Devine. We won't tell our folks or anyone." Elly paused. "I'm sorry I spoke to you like I did a minute ago."
"That's all right, Elly. Is that your name-Elly?"
"Yes, ma'am. That's right. I guess I was pretty rude to you."
"Mrs. Devine," I said, breaking into their little conversation, "you told me that if Basil ... caught me with you, he'd beat me up. That's what you said. How come it's okay now for me to come to your house?"
"For both of you to come, Tommy," she said, correcting me. "That makes it different, you see. Basil ... well, he-likes your sister very much."
"Oh ... I see ... Elly's pretty young, you know."
Mrs. Devine brushed her dark hair out of her eyes. (She really looked like she'd been sleeping for twelve hours and had just gotten up.) "How about it, Elly? Think you're too young to come to my house and share a party with us?"
"Of course I'm not," Elly said, looking indignant. "I've been there before."
"All right," I said. "That settles it. We'll have to leave before dawn comes up, Mrs. Devine. We don't want any of the neighbors seeing Elly and me leaving."
"That's right, Tommy. Good thinking. I'll see to it that you're gone before daylight."
I figured if she got any drunker than she was she wouldn't be able to even see daylight let alone seeing to it that Elly and I were gone from the house, but of course I didn't say anything like this to her. I'm not crazy. I bounded out of bed scarcely realizing I was naked and started to pull on my clothing. Mrs. Devine, however, wasn't looking at me, I noticed, but at Elly, who also bounded out of bed and ran from the room, telling us she'd be right back, dressed and ready to go.
"I can remember when I was Elly's age," Mrs. Devine said strangely. "Basil and I used to have great fun then." She sighed and I saw her chin quiver and her eyes water.
"We can have fun tonight, Mrs. Devine. Don't cry."
She sniffed. "Who's crying."
"I just meant that...."
"Come on, boy, get dressed," she told me, her tone changing to one of authority again, just the way it had been when I had first met her. "We're wasting time talking here."
I got dressed and so did Elly and we all left the house through the rear door so no one on the street could see us together. We walked as quietly as we could through the back yards of the two houses between our place and Mrs. Devine's. I had to help Mrs. Devine because she kept stumbling all over the joint the way adults do when they walk in dark, strange places; don't ask me why. We arrived at Mrs. Devine's rear door and went up the steps and into the house. She had a dim light on in the front room, but you couldn't really see much. I did see something, however-Basil was lying naked on the sofa. Elly saw him, too, and I heard her gasp just as if she were delighted to see him that way, which she probably was, I don't know.
Mrs. Devine pinched my arm. "Come into my bedroom, Tommy, and leave Elly out here with my brother."
I turned to Elly. "That okay with you, Elly?"
"Yes," she said softly. "You go in the room with her. Me, I'm gonna have some fun with
Basil." She walked over to where the man lay and I saw her reach down and do something with his peter.
I laughed and looked quickly at Mrs. Devine, but she was already walking toward the door of another room, her bedroom, I guessed. I followed her and she turned on another dim light-one in the bedroom, of course. She then motioned for me to enter the room, but I was already inside and she saw this and smiled and began to strip off her clothing until she was naked.
"You must be in a hurry," I said, grinning.
She laughed strangely. "I'm taking a bath first, Tommy. Come." She crooked her finger and I followed her to another doorway. She stepped into the bathroom-I could see it was a bathroom even though there was no light in the room-and turned on the shower. She tested it in a way that made me think she might not be as drunk as she seemed. Funny thing about her. One minute she would appear to be loaded and then she would do something real sensible that made me wonder just how loaded she was. Well, anyway, she stepped under the water and began to shiver, so I guessed she was taking a cold one to sober up-I heard that adults do this quite often, though I had never been drunk, so I didn't know if it worked.
"Come here, Tommy. I want you to wash my body for me. Would you like that?"
"Yes, ma'am," I said, lapsing back into the use of that term.
She paid no attention to it this time but handed me a washcloth. "Put a little soap on it, Tommy, and wash me good. I feel awful..." She did not complete the sentence, so I didn't know if she felt awful or awful dirty.
"I better take my clothes off first," I told her.
"Good idea," she muttered thickly, making me think once again that she must be drunk.
"Mrs. Devine," I told her as I undressed. "I'm kind of worried about Elly. Do you think she'll be okay with Basil?"
"Sure. He can't hurt her any. About all he can do is mouth."
I understood what she meant, of course, but just the same I felt guilty about letting Elly be alone in the room with an old drunken guy. Not that Basil was that old, but he was fairly old, even by adult standards. I didn't have any more time to worry about Elly, for Mrs. Devine had grabbed my wrist and was pulling me up to her nudity. She planted a wet kiss on my mouth and I slipped my arm about her waist, feeling the thrill of excitement run through me that always did when I was close to a naked, eager female. I kissed her mouth in return and she bit me lightly and reaching down, began to play with my dingus.
"Better wash me, kid, before we start something," she muttered.
"Yes, Mrs. Devine." I took the cloth and soaped it and ran it over her body. I found I liked this very much. My thing got hard and I kept trying to stick her with it even as I washed her, which was pretty silly because I couldn't manage to get it in.
"Hold off, boy," she told me. "You'll get all the poking you want in a minute. Wash me up good first."
When I had completed the job-a pleasurable one-I threw the cloth down and watched her rinse her splendid body with the falling water. It looked odd, seeing all that water running down over her pretty face, down over her great titties, in between them and down across her tummy and legs. Man, this woman was really stacked. Her legs would have made two of Elly's. They were rounded in just the right way, the flesh firm and solid and tanned in just the correct amount to look sexy.
She stepped out and handed me a towel. "Dry me, boy," She said, her speech clearer again.
I ran the towel over her body, rubbing her hard in certain places, merely sponging her in others. I tossed the towel away and started to step under the shower myself, but she grabbed my arm.
"Not you, boy. Don't want to get that thing all wet and shriveled up."
I recalled having been in the tub earlier, much earlier, and having Elly sit on me. The water in the tub hadn't affected me then. "That won't bother me any, Mrs. Devine. Water won't stop me."
"Just the same, don't get under it. I don't want to take any chances." She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. "Now then, Tommy, what would you like to do to me first?"
I grinned. "I guess you know that, Mrs. Devine."
"You tell me."
"Lie down on the bed," I suggested, "and I'll do the first thing I think of."
"All right, Tommy." She let go of me and walked to the bed, her butt moving from side to side in fine shape. I looked at it and wet my lips and right away I knew what I wanted to do.
"Get on the bed and down on your hands and knees, Mrs. Devine," I said. "I've got an idea."
She nodded, looked at me oddly but complied. When she was on her hands and knees, I looked at her closely and saw the way her mammoth, shapely titties hung down away from the rest of her body. I lay down on the bed and shoved my head beneath her and stuck my tongue out. I could just barely reach the nipples of her titties.
"Lower 'em a little bit," I told her, and she did so.
I ran my tongue over her titties, first one then the other, and finally left them and went lower down on her body, stopping along the way to kiss her firm, flat tummy. The muscles of her tummy quivered when I kissed her there and she moaned a bit and began to pump her loins at my face.
"Cool it, Mrs. Devine," I said just as if I were talking to Elly. "Let me do it."
I moved downward on the bed and got my head between her legs, but I had no chance to do anything to her because Basil had entered the room. He had on a pair of trunks, and he was scowling.
"Cut that out, kid," he barked.
Mrs. Devine very calmly got off the bed and motioned for me to do-likewise, which I did. I felt foolish standing there in the nude with her in the same condition and her brother glaring at first one of us and then the other.
"Basil, please go back to the other room," she told him quietly. "You have his sister, leave the boy to me."
Somehow or other I didn't like the sound of this much because I didn't quite know what to do; I did nothing, which is usually a pretty good way to behave.
"Kid," Basil said to me, "get your sister and go home. Hurry up. Pull your clothes on and get out of here."
"Yes, sir," I said quickly after I had taken a quick look at his muscles, which were big and powerful-looking and plentiful. "I'll get dressed and cut out. We both will."
Mrs. Devine never said a word while I got dressed. I left the room and seeing Elly standing in the kitchen, took her arm. "Come on, Elly," I whispered. "Something is wrong here. We've got to go home."
She didn't say a word, either, so we left quietly, going out the rear door and closing it softly after us. We ran across the rear yards and up onto your back porch. We entered the house and I locked the door.
"What went wrong with you and Basil?" I asked.
She didn't say anything but just walked away from me and into the front room. I saw her head for the bathroom, so I waited until she was through in there and then decided not to say anything more about the matter right now. I went upstairs and she followed me. I went to my room and she to hers. I was puzzled but still didn't want to ask her what had happened.
I lay down and went to sleep almost immediately. I had the craziest dream. Man, it was crazy.
I was running as fast as I could to get away from this hairy monster that was chasing me. I seemed to get as far as our rear porch when it grabbed me and threw me down on my back. I was scared stiff, but I fought with the monster in a futile attempt to get away. It was terrifically strong and the more I struggled and fought, the more I realized it was hopeless.
The next thing I knew the monster had unzipped me and was taking my dingus in its mouth. I wanted to throw up but couldn't even do that. I guess I must have hollered in my sleep, for when I woke up I was wet with sweat and Elly was standing in the doorway.
"What were you yelling about, Tommy?" she asked. It was getting to be dawn outside and I could see her faintly.
I sat up on the bed and ran my hands through my hair. "Dreaming. I was dreaming."
"Boy, you must have been, all that yelling and everything. You made enough racket to wake up the whole town."
"Elly," I said, "come and get into bed with me. I might dream again."
She smiled and came to the bed and sat down and looked at me. "That Basil guy," she said quietly. "I think he's a-what did you call it?-a popper?"
"Yeah? How did you find out?"
"All the time I was with him he kept muttering about ... how much he ... wanted to..."
"To what, Elly?"
"You ... know ... suck a ... cock," she said flatly but not looking at me. "He made me kind of sick."
"No kiddin'? " I said, my jaw going slack as I recalled the dream I had had about the hairy monster. Some sort of instinct had caused the dream, I figured. I had heard about such instinctive dreams. At least, I thought that was what I had heard or read.
"Yes. Boy, what a letdown he was."
"I should think so, Elly. Get in bed and let's go to sleep."
"I don't feel much like sleeping. I haven't slept at all yet."
"Those bennies he gave you earlier," I said, the idea of it hitting me suddenly. "That's what it is. I've heard those things keep you awake, sometimes for two or three days."
"He only gave me one, Tommy."
"That's enough to keep you from sleeping, I guess."
She snuggled down on the bed close to me. "You know something, Tommy? I thought it would be lots of fun to ... make love with an old guy like him, but I found out different."
"I guess you did, all right," I retorted, "if that's the kind of guy he turned out to be."
"Oh, he-likes girls, too, Tommy. He really does. I guess he-likes everything that's sexy."
"Yeah."
"I'm going to tell you something he said to me, Tommy. He said that his sister-likes to ... go down on girls, too, as well as boys. Why would a woman want to go down on a girl?"
This flabbergasted me. "I don't believe that," I said. "I think he's just trying to make her out to be as nutty as he is. That's all. Mrs. Devine ain't no ... whatcha-call-it."
"How do you know?"
"Well, I don't. But I would have found out, I think. He's just lying about her. She's not that way. I'm pretty sure of it."
" He wanted to get to you and wanted me to go in the bedroom and tell his sister I wanted her to go ... down on me, Tommy."
"I figured there was something nutty about m that guy. I just knew it. I had a funny feeling about him."
She put her blonde head on my naked shoulder. "Tommy, let's do it and forget all about those people."
I must have misunderstood her. "What?" I inquired stupidly.
"Do it to me, Tommy. Then I won't feel so funny about ... him."
"I don't follow you."
She sighed. "I really don't know what I mean, Tommy. All I know is that mom and dad will be home today and we won't get a chance to love one another, maybe for a long time ... so do it to me all you can now ... please?"
"Gee, Elly, after hearing all this stuff about Basil, I don't know. I mean, it leaves a funny taste in my mouth. I don't want to..."
She kissed the side of my face. "Tommy," she said softly. "Please?"
"All right, sis," I said, and grinned. I hadn't called her sis since she was five years old.
"Get on top of me, Tommy, and stick it in deep. I want to cream all over the place."
"All right, Elly. Spread your legs."
She smiled. "Silly, they're already spread. Want me to crack my ... crotch?"
I grinned and moved over on top of her hot, young body. It was no use. For the first time in my life I couldn't get one on. No matter how hard I tried for an erection, nothing happened.
"What's wrong, Tommy?"
I didn't answer her. I kept recalling the dream I had had. That hairy monster trying to suck my dingus. I shuddered and flopped over on my side of the bed and fell asleep.
CHAPTER 10
Elly was right about us not having a chance to get together for a long time. Our folks were around, one or the other of them, all the time for the remainder of the summer. To make matters worse, I never once saw the shade drawn on Mrs. Devine's rear window, not during the entire month of August, and then-it was time to go back to school, a thing I looked forward to about as much as having seven teeth pulled. Not that I was a poor student or anything-I was pretty good-but just that school bored me, usually.
It wasn't until October when I was sitting in the stands watching our team play football that I saw Mrs. Devine again. I wouldn't have seen her except that she came over and sat down behind me and leaned over.
"Hello," she said, her breath striking the back of my neck.
I recognized her voice, of course, and a warm feeling ran through me. Making sure there were no other people close by that I knew very well
-I had gone to the game alone-I turned around on my seat and said, "Hi. How are you?"
"Just fine, Tommy. Enjoying the game?"
"Yes." I looked her over. She was dressed fit to kill; she looked just great. Terrific. "We're a bit behind," I added, meaning our team was twenty points behind the other one.
"Yes," she said, "we're taking a drubbing. I have a car parked in the lot ... over there ... I mean, over behind where we're sitting." She was talking very low now. "Would you like to go for a drive?"
"Sure," I said cautiously. "What kind of car is it?"
"A new Buick. Green, four-door. Why don't you go there now and I'll come along in a few minutes. The door of the car isn't locked."
"All right," I said quietly, and got to my feet and walked down the stadium steps to the nearest exit. I left the stadium and found her car without any difficulty. I looked around carefully, saw there were no people about that I knew, climbed in and slumped down on the seat.
I had to wait about ten minutes, but finally she came and jumped into the car without speaking, started the motor, flicked on the headlights and drove out of the parking lot in nothing flat. She drove south out of town, still without saying anything and turned left onto a dirt road.
"Where are we going, Mrs. Devine?" She laughed nervously. "For a ride, kid."
"Yes, I know, but where?" She shrugged. "Why ask me that? You got some place you'd like to go, boy?"
I glanced down at her legs and saw the short skirt she was wearing. There is always something wildly exciting in a car about a pair of shapely female legs clad in nylons, a short skirt and, of course, with the skirt high above the knees. The moment a woman gets behind the wheel of a car she seems to be more sexy for some reason. Why this is I never knew; maybe it's because of the seat. At any rate, now, as I glanced at her legs for the second time, she deliberately pulled her skirt several inches higher, though this was unnecessary because I could already see practically all of her legs. I wanted to touch her, so I put my hand on her thigh and ran it up toward her box slowly. She laughed tensely again and spread her legs slightly. It had been two months since I had touched her and I was becoming about as hot as it is possible to be.
"It's been a long time, Tommy," she said softly, "since I've felt your hands on my body. I like it, boy. Play with me."
I ran my hand still higher until I rested over her cunt. I pressed in with a finger and felt the little indentation through her panties. She sighed and jerked her head and swerved the car dangerously.
"Watch it," I cautioned. "I'd better stop this till you park."
She surprised me by stopping immediately. "How's this, Tommy?" she asked, sighing.
"Suits me okay," I said, and ran my hand up and down the sheer stocking in delight. "You have the most beautiful, the sexiest legs I've ever seen," I added. "I've been just about nuts these past two months waiting to see if your shade would be drawn, but it never was."
"Tommy, I haven't been home very much," she explained. "I've been in the East and South a great deal of the time."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"I didn't have a chance, Tommy," she said. "Let's not talk about it. We're together now. Let's do something and not waste time talking."
"You'd better pull the car off the road first."
She nodded and drove the car along the dirt road for several hundred feet and then suddenly turned off into a field. She doused the lights and cut the motor. "How's this, boy?"
"Great," I said, my heart hammering again. "Take out one of your titties. I want to feel of it."
She laughed. "Why don't you take it out?"
I felt kind of silly for having asked her to do that, so I laughed to cover up my awkward feeling. Reaching down her dress, I cupped my hand over one of her large titties and felt its softness and warmth. I became hard immediately. I felt like mounting her there and then but decided I'd play around with her for a while-I knew she liked this play business as much as I did if not more.
"Your hand feels so good on me, Tommy," she breathed. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you, too, Mrs. Devine. like I said, I thought I was going nuts there for a while when I didn't see the drawn shade."
"Oh, Tommy, suck my breasts, boy."
I bent over her as she slumped down somewhat and took her titty in my mouth and ran my tongue over it and sucked on it and bit it lightly and did everything you can do to a tit. Then I stopped and ran my hand up her leg again. I liked this better.
"Get between my legs, Tommy," she urged.
"Never mind about getting me hot beforehand. I'm already hot."
"All right," I replied quickly, my heart hammering again, but even more furiously now. "You want me to stuff the old pecker in you, right?" I said this because I wanted to see how she would react.
She reacted just as I had thought. "Tommy, get between my legs and stuff that old pecker up my cunt." The way she imitated me made me want to laugh, but I held it back. When she said it, it sounded absurd.
I crawled between her legs as she pulled her panties down on her thighs. I took my dick in my hand and thrust it at her crease. I had no more than got it in than a set of headlights flashed on the car. Taking it out quickly, I zipped myself up and sat over on my side of the seat while she pulled up her panties and smoothed down her dress.
"It's the police, Tommy. Let me handle them. Don't you say a word unless they ask you something." She got out of the car and walked back, apparently, to meet the cop who was approaching from the cruiser.
I couldn't hear what she said to the cop, but she took a long time explaining to him, apparently. At any rate, a full three or four minutes, maybe longer, passed before she came back to the car and climbed in. I hadn't glanced back to look at the cop; I had been too nervous about the whole bit to want to let him see who I was.
She sat still on the seat for a brief moment, then turned on the car lights and the motor. I saw the cruiser drive on and I heaved a sigh of relief.
"What did you tell him?" I asked.
"I just talked to him, boy."
"You must have talked pretty good. He didn't even come to the car to check on me."
She laughed. "I have a way with cops."
"Man, you must have. Did you know him?"
"Never mind the questions, boy. Just be thankful I got us out of that mess."
I couldn't really see what mess we'd been in because I knew I could have gotten off her and back on the seat before the cop arrived at the car door, but if she wanted to think it could have been a mess that was okay with me. It would be okay with me, that is, if we drove someplace else and started all over again. I hadn't actually realized how much I'd missed her until now, although I had told her I'd missed her a lot. Now I knew one thing for sure-I wanted to get with her like mad.
"Let's go somewhere else," I suggested. "Someplace where there won't be any cops to stop us."
"I'm glad you suggested that, Tommy. It's exactly what I had in mind."
"Great. Your house?"
"No. We can go to a place I know. It's about five miles from here."
"You mean a house?"
She bit her lips and I could see her face now fairly clearly-the light from the dash made that possible. "Why did you call it a house, Tommy?"
"What?"
Again she bit her lips. "Never mind. I don't know what I'm talking about, I guess."
I was puzzled by her remarks. "Let's go," I said. "I'm ready for you right now."
"Let me ask you something, Tommy. Do you know where your sister is?"
"Sure. She's at the football game, sitting on the other side of the field with a girl friend."
"No, she isn't, Tommy."
I stared at her profile. "What do you mean? I ought to know. I walked to the stadium with them, part of the way."
"Elly is with Basil by this time, Tommy."
"Basil?"
"Yes. He followed her to the game just as I followed you."
"No kidding?"
"Yes. I might as well admit it to you, Tommy. You see, my brother and I are in the film-making business."
"Movies? Is that what you mean?"
She nodded and backed the car out of the field onto the road. When we were in motion, heading away from town, she spoke. "Basil and I want you and Elly to do a scene in our next movie."
"You're kidding me."
"Not at all. We have the cameras ready, the location picked out, everything. All we need is for you and Elly to do the scene."
"What's the name of your movie gonna be, Mrs. Devine?"
"For the time being we're calling it The Siblings. "
"What's that mean?" I asked, and it seemed to me I had asked the same thing once before, of someone.
"Means brother or sister."
I nodded. "Oh, yes, I remember the word now. What's the movie about? I mean how do I fit into it, Elly and me, I mean?"
The car moved ahead at a faster clip now. "You two do a scene in it. A very important scene, by the way. That's what the movie is all about-a brother and a sister."
"But we don't know anything about acting."
"You know how ... to ... make love, don't you?"
"Huh?"
"You and Elly," she said hastily, "are going to do a scene-be all naked and everything, and on a bed and..."
"Wait a minute, Mrs. Devine," I said coldly. "I'm not doing anything that nuts, not in front of a camera. Neither is Elly. I won't do it and I won't let her do it. You must be crazy to think we would."
"I'm sure," she said smoothly, "that Basil and I will induce you to do the scene."
"What makes you think so?" I asked, getting hot under the collar now. I didn't like her tone.
She reached over and patted my knee. "Now, Tommy, don't get all upset and everything. It's all going to work out fine, wait and see."
"Where is Elly now?" I asked abruptly. "I mean is she with your brother?"
"I would imagine so. I saw her leaving the stadium with him just prior to speaking to you."
"You planned all this, you and Basil?"
"Of course." She gave the wheel a twist and the car veered to the right. I saw there was a fork in the road, and we were now on the right-hand prong of it. She slowed the car down and drove about a mile before turning off to the right again. We entered what was almost a wide path through a woods and drove along it for about a half a mile. She stopped the car in a clearing and left the lights on. "Go up to the house, Tommy. Over there." She pointed and I saw a building, but not very clearly. "Wait for me. I can't drive the car any further. Might get stuck. I'll leave the headlights on so you can see where you're walking."
"Is Elly in the place?"
"I don't know if Basil and Elly have arrived yet or not, but I should think they would have. We'll go inside and find out."
"I don't see his car parked anywhere."
"He always parks it off to the left behind those bushes, so you couldn't see it anyway."
"All right," I said reluctantly. "But Elly and I won't do that scene."
"We'll talk about it when we're all inside the house, Tommy."
"Let me ask you something, Mrs. Devine. If you picked me up to bring me here for that purpose, why did you stop and park along the way? It doesn't make much sense."
"I-er-wanted to give Basil enough time."
"Time for what?"
"He-er-didn't say."
I knew there was something crazy going on but couldn't figure out what it was. Not yet anyhow. I got out of the car and walked toward the house, then stopped and waited for her. She came along a few minutes later after she had doused the car lights. I could see her faintly by the moonlight-there were no lights on in the house that I could see.
"I don't think they're here yet, Tommy. Let me take your arm and we'll go inside and find a light switch."
She took hold of my arm and pinched it hard in a certain manner. Pain shot up my arm and down my shoulder. I had to fight to keep from hollering, it hurt so bad. She kept on pinching my arm for a long moment and then released it.
The pain had been too bad for me to jerk away from her and now my arm seemed paralyzed.
"What's wrong, Tommy? she asked quietly as we moved along across the dark yeard.
"My arm-you must have struck a nerve or something," I gasped.
"Oh ... does it pain you terribly?"
We were, apparently, nearing the front door of the place, though I could barely see the house. "Yes," I gasped. "It hurts like ... hell."
She moved away from me and I could just barely see her opening the door. She came back to me and took my arm again but more gently this time. "Step inside, Tommy. I have a couple of pills that will ease the pain."
I nodded, grimacing, and stepped into the house. There was a dim red light burning at the opposite end of the hallway. She opened a table drawer, took out a bottle, and unscrewed the cap on it. Removing two pills, she handed them to me. I reached out my hand to take them, but the pain was too intense to let me use that arm, so I took them in my other hand and placed them in my mouth without thinking.
"I'll get you a glass of water, Tommy." She left the hallway and returned immediately with a glass of water, which I took from her and used to wash the pills down. "Come into this room ... over here, Tommy. Those pills are excellent. Your intense pain will be gone presently."
Funny thing, she was exactly right. In less than five minutes I was feeling no pain at all. I was, in fact, feeling something entirely different.
I was feeling wildly lustful. My heart was thumping furiously and I knew I was ready for anything. The crazier the better.
"Come with me boy," Mrs. Devine said. "Where are we going?"
"Into the studio, boy. Elly is waiting to play the scene with you."
CHAPTER ll
I entered the room with her and saw two men operating a camera. They were taking shots of the largest bed I had ever seen. They weren't taking shots of the bed itself but of Elly, who was lying on the bed. Her eyes looked glazed and I suspected she was doped somewhat. More than likely I was, also, although I scarcely realized this at the moment. They had her wearing black underclothing, black stockings and garter belt-, that is, no panties and no bra. She lay on the bed, her legs spread far apart while the cameramen took (apparently) a close-up of her box. The two cameramen seemed unconcerned and I wondered about this until I looked at them more closely and recognized them as being the type of guys known as poppers, or homosexuals. Basil, who was naked, stood in the corner of the room and when I glanced at him I saw him smirk slightly and motion to me.
"Take your clothes off, kid," he barked. "All off."
I didn't want to, but I complied. When I was naked I stole a glance at Elly, who was now sitting up on the bed. She had a terrific look of wild lust in her blue eyes. She glanced back at me and I saw her wink and grin. She began to wiggle her butt about on the bed. At the same time she gestured to me to come nearer to her. I didn't move but looked first at Basil and then at Mrs. Devine.
"What's the matter, boy?" Mrs. Devine asked. "Don't you want to make love to your sister for the camera?"
"No," I said, and looked at the floor, not wanting to meet her gaze. I was suddenly afraid or perhaps I should say reluctant to stand naked in front of all these people. If she had given me some kind of pills to remove my self-consciousness, it hadn't worked well enough.
"Come on, boy," Mrs. Devine said, taking my arm. "Lie down on top of your little sister and do it to her. We need a scene that ... we insist that you do it, Tommy. We won't allow you to leave, either of you, till you do it. It won't take long, about twenty minutes."
"Come on, Tommy," Elly said eagerly. "I'm willing."
"That's the way to talk. Elly girl," Basil said in a deep tone of voice that surprised me somewhat. I had him figured for a popper and somewhere I had gotten hold of the idea that poppers talked in a higher pitch. Funny. I had never noticed if he spoke this way up to now. I guess I hadn't paid much attention to him. "Tommy," Basil went on, "your sister wants you on top of her. Get with it, kid."
"No," I said shortly. A short while ago I had been ready for anything but this feeling-now that I had seen my sister on the bed with these poppers taking pictures of her-had left me. "No," I repeated, "I won't do it."
Basil came over to me, an ugly look on his bearded face. "If you don't do it to your sister, then you'll have to stand there and watch me take her. We gotta have this scene."
I just stared at him.
Mrs. Devine came up to me and touched my arm. "What's wrong, kid? You don't have a hard-on. Can't you do it in front of us? Is that the problem"
"I don't have a hard-on because I don't feel like it," I told her angrily. "Let Elly and me go home. We don't want to do this thing."
"I don't mind," Elly said from the bed.
"Shut up, Elly," I growled. "Get your clothes on. We'll walk home if we have to."
Basil looked furious. He gestured at the two cameramen and they grabbed me, tussled me to the floor and one of them tied my feet together and brought cord up to tie my hands behind my back. They picked me up and set me on a chair. I was mad enough to kill one of those poppers, but I had waited too long to put up a fight. Now I was practically helpless-they had done a good job of tying me up.
Basil removed his clothing and I saw him finger himself several times until his John was hard and then he went to the bed and lay down on it and began running his fingers up and down Elly's legs, finally inserting one into her box. Elly, damn her, squealed with delight and this made me even angrier than before. I strained at my bonds but couldn't get loose.
"Don't do it, Elly," I cried. "Get up from the bed."
She shook her head, her eyes filled with lust. "Nope. I wanna do it to him, Tommy. He makes me real hot."
"Zoom in on this, Perry," Basil told one of the cameramen. "Get a close-up of my finger in her cunt."
I saw the camera come closer to the bed and when it did Elly began to move her butt about excitedly. I knew damned well they had given her some bennies or something, the way she was acting. She wasn't herself at all.
"Suck me off, Basil," she cried. "Get them to film that. That would be wonderful."
"I intend to do exactly that, my dear," he said, and glancing over at me, grinned. "How do you like watching this, kid?"
"Go to hell!" I yelled. I must have yelled pretty loud because Mrs. Devine struck me across the face and told me to hold it down or she'd have me gagged as well as bound.
"Doesn't watching this give you a hard-on, kid?" Basil asked, and turned over on his side so I could glimpse his John sticking out.
"Screw you," I cried. "Wait till I tell my dad about you people."
"You won't do that, Tommy," Mrs. Devine said, frowning at me. "If you ever mention this to your folks, we'll see to it they know about you and Elly."
She had me there and I knew it. "Damn you," I said bitterly.
"Shut up," Basil said crisply. "You've let us down badly. If you aren't careful with that mouth of yours, I'll have you horsewhipped." He pointed at a big whip that stood in the corner of the room. "The boys know how to use it, kid, so don't think you won't be hurt."
I scarcely paid any attention to him because Mrs. Devine had taken off her blouse and bra and was leaning over me now, her mammoth titties hanging down and practically touching my face.
"Suck on 'em, boy. Maybe it'll make you hard."
I shook my head. "I don't want to."
She frowned. "You're veing very obstinate." She turned to Basil. "What were those pills you gave me to give him, Basil?"
Basil sat up on the bed and glared at his sister. "I didn't tell you to give them to him. I told you to take them. They were bennies. No wonder he can't get hard, you fool."
"Don't call me a fool, Basil," Mrs. Devine yelled. "You watch your tongue, mister big."
"You gave him bennies, damn it. That fouls up our whole deal."
"You told me to give them to him. I'm sure you did," she retorted.
"I did not, damn it. Of all the stupid females, you're the worst."
"I told you, Basil, to watch your tongue," Mrs. Devine cried, her pretty face contorted with anger.
"Crap!" he yelled. "You've screwed up the whole film with your stupidity. Now I'll have to keep my face hidden from the camera and pretend I'm Elly's story brother."
"Go ahead and do it then," she yelled at him. "It's about time you did something useful."
"Stupid damned females," he muttered, and turned back to Elly, sticking his finger in her again.
"Suck me, Mr. Basil," Elly begged him. "I want you to suck me."
He shook his head. "I've changed the plan. I'll have to do it to you the other way first. We only have so much film left." He grimaced. "Not that I like doing it that way, but ... damned stupid females, screwing things up all over the place, I'll have to."
"I have an idea," Mrs. Devine said suddenly. "Basil, why don't we change the script and have a mother and son and father and daughter scene. We could change the title of the film, too."
Basil looked up at her and rubbed his beard. "Might be a good idea at that. For a stupid female, you might have something there."
Mrs. Devine drew herself up, looking slightly ridiculous trying to appear dignified and half-naked at the same time. "Please stop calling me stupid. I'm not stupid as you well know."
"Okay," Basil said, and grinned at her. "I take it all back." He studied me momentarily. "How about you, kid? Are you willing to go along with it?"
I glanced at Mrs. Devine's big titties and grinned. "I might be," I said. "Only I wish you'd leave Elly out of the picture. I don't want my sister in it."
"I want to be in it, Tommy," Elly cried. "You have no right to big-brother me. I'm going to be in the film and that's that."
I shrugged. "All right. Untie me and I'll go through with it." I figured if I could get them to untie me I could do something about this, maybe put up a fight, or if I had to, run from the house and get help. I had a change of heart, as they say, a moment later when the two poppers untied me. Mrs. Devine bent over me and began to suck on my dingus. It became hard immediately and I knew I was in for it, and what's more, I didn't mind now. I was hot. I was hot and ready to do anything just as I had been earlier.
"Come to the bed, Tommy," Mrs. Devine said. "You'll get on top of me and Basil will get on top of Elly and we'll play a double scene. That ought to go like everything, don't you think, Basil?"
"I should think so," he replied, his eyes filled with a strange kind of lust as he looked me up and down. "We might even try the old switcheroo, you know. I take the ... kid and you take the girl."
"Yes, I agree, Basil," Mrs. Devine said. "But first we should do the scene in a regular manner. Then, if we have enough film left we can do the special scene. We'll make it another scene altogether."
Basil nodded and turned to the two cameramen. "Watch the kid, Perry. If he tries to make a break for it ... break his goddamned head. I can't have him running out of here."
One of the poppers took a gun from his pocket and I guess he must have been the one Basil called Perry because he nodded to Basil. I didn't like the looks of that gun-it made me nervous; it also made me resolve to do whatever they wanted me to, no questions asked. I didn't want to get myself killed. This Perry guy looked mean enough to shoot his own mother.
I got up carefully from the chair, taking no chances on moving suddenly. Perry might get the wrong impression and start firing that thing in his hand. I looked at Mrs. Devine and she smiled at me and took my hand and led me to the bed where she took off all of her clothes and stood naked in front of everyone. She raised her hands above her head and this made her titties look to be twice as big as they were and three times as inviting.
"The kid's really hard now," Basil muttered to Mrs. Devine. "Look at the size of that tool of his. Man!"
I knew damned well Basil was thinking about getting a little of me for himself-it was there in his eyes plain to see. These queer guys can't seem to hide their feelings too good and maybe they don't want to-I don't know.
"Yes, he's quite ready for the scene, Basil," Mrs. Devine said to him. She turned back to me. "I'll lie down and you get on top and stick it in when I tell you to."
"Just a minute," Basil said. "Perry will direct the scene, not you, sister."
Mrs. Devine shrugged and lay down, spreading her sexy legs. wide. I grinned at her and lay down on top of her, noting how soft and like a cushion she was. Her skin was smooth and warm and nice and I could have lain on her forever, it felt that good.
Basil, I saw, was already on top of Elly and was moving slowly on her.
"Just a minute, Basil," the guy named Perry hollered. "Haven't got your ass in focus properly. This is gonna be tough getting both movements in the same..."
"Shut up, Perry, and get on with it," Basil cried at him.
"We should have a few minutes of foreplay, Basil," Mrs. Devine said. "You run your tongue over the girl and Tommy can do the same to me. We should all turn on our sides facing one another for this."
The next thing I knew we were all doing exactly this. I could see that Elly had her eyes tightly closed and that she was breathing fast. Basil kept glancing down at me instead of at her. I didn't care. I was pretty hot by now and when Mrs. Devine shoved my face between her legs I used my tongue on her happily. Basil, I guess, was doing the same thing to Elly.
"That's a great scene," Perry cried. "Just great. Keep it going for a while."
I was willing. Elly seemed to be willing and the other two, Basil and Mrs. Devine ... well, they were willing, too, because they were going to make a lot of bread out of this, I supposed.
"Oh," Elly sighed. "This is wonderful, Basil."
I scarcely heard her, for I was too busy running my tongue up and down and in and out of Mrs. Devine's moist, hot cunt. I was about as hard as it is possible to be and I was so hot and bothered by now that I didn't notice that Basil had shifted his position on the bed.
I didn't notice it until I felt his beard rubbing against my flesh. My first impulse was to knock him away, but he grabbed me by the butt and began to go down on me, taking my old peter into his mouth as though it was the greatest deal in the world.
I stopped sucking Mrs. Devine and looked up at her. She patted my head and grinned a little. The next thing I knew she was turning Elly around, pulling Elly's legs over her head and running her tongue in and out of Elly's box.
"That's terrific," Perry cried. "Man, what a scene. Kid, you get busy. Go down on Mrs. Devine. Don't spoil this one, kid." Perry sounded very excited and I supposed he was, being a popper himself, evidently. I guess he was enjoying seeing Basil go down on me because he kept on crying out to all of us to continue.
And we did continue. I returned my mouth to Mrs. Devine's cunt and ran my tongue over it, then going in and out.
We kept this up for quite a while, all of us sweating like crazy, and finally Perry hollered at us that the film was all used up.
No one stopped. I kept on going down on Mrs. Devine, she did the same to Elly, and Elly just grunted and moaned as I figured she must be blowing off time after time.
Me? Hell, what do you think? I blew off in old Basil's eager mouth. It was only after I had blown that I noticed Elly was going down on Basil.
I lay there breathing hard and watched her take the guy's squirt in her thirteen-year-old mouth.
It was a wild, wild scene and one I'll never forget, not even if I live to be fifty.
CHAPTER 12
Then, for some crazy reason, all of them split and left Elly and me alone. The camera guys took their equipment with them and even glanced carefully about the room to make sure they hadn't forgotten anything. I suppose they figured I might get mad at them and smash up everything, though the truth was I couldn't have cared less about their old equipment at the time. All I wanted to do was to rest, and after taking a good look at Elly, I knew she felt the same way, at least momentarily. I knew the bennies would stay with her a long time and that she would have "hot spells" again from the drug. I say I knew this, but the truth was I didn't know it-I merely thought it-because I had only heard about bennies. Guys had told me that bennies stayed with girls for a very long time, making her hot time and time again. Usually, you can't believe a word guys tell you about girls, but I figured the information might be okay this time. I looked at Elly again and saw her close her eyes as she slumped down on the bed and drew a sheet over her lower body. Her titties were still very much in view, but at the moment I wasn't turned on by the sight of them. Instead of looking at her boobs, I lay with my back to her and resting my head on the thick pillow began to think. At least I tried to think, but the stuff they had given me, possibly, now seemed to make me drowsy. I must have dropped off to sleep because I had the craziest, most far-out dream in the world.
It seemed (in the dream) that Mrs. Devine suddenly became a lot of women, and all of them were about to lie down in a vast field nearby. I watched them as they pushed their hair into place, all of them doing it at the same time and in the same manner. They then lowered their bodies to the ground as if they had been suspended in mid-air. All of the women-there must have been many scores of them-lay on their backs and pulled off their blouses to expose their titties. I gasped when I glimpsed those titties, hundreds of them, all over the place and stretching out as far as I could see.
The women, all of them, winked at me, beckoning to me with crooked fingers, and as I moved toward them, they disappeared entirely except for their titties. Now, I saw a vast field of female breasts, all of them round and pink and soft-looking. I knew what I wanted to do and proceeded to do it-I ran barefoot through the field of breasts, loving the touch of the soft flesh against the bottoms of my feet. I ran and ran for what seemed like hours, but the farther I strayed, the larger the field became until, finally, I knew there would never be an end to it. Titties would be there no matter how far I ran. This delighted me and (the dream taking an even more bizarre turn) I turned to a tree and spoke to it.
"Tree," I said. "What do you think about female breasts in a field?"
The tree sniffed, drew some of its branches up about its face and fastened me with a steel gaze. "Unless you are a dog in disguise," it cried angrily, "do not attempt to strike up an acquaintance with me. I am a tree and as such have no need for you, boy." It sniffed again. "It's because of your grandfather, you see, boy. I remember him well. Many of my best friends were cut down in their relative youth by that old man, curse him."
"Piss on you, Tree," I cried. "Don't curse my ancestor."
The tree made an effeminate gesture with its branches like a fag pushing at its hair. "Well now, boy," it said acidly, "if you want to start being nasty, two can play at that game."
"Oh..., " I cried. "Can you play games? I thought only humans played games. What sort of games can you play, tree?".
The tree shook its head slowly. "You don't understand me, boy, and I'm inclined to think you are stupid. Would you mind going away?"
"Why don't you come with me, tree? The two of us can trample tits all day long."
"I have no desire to trample tits, boy. I get my kicks by having the wind rub me off."
A great light dawned on me. "Oh," I cried. "I think I understand you. You have sex only in the autumn, don't you, tree?"
The tree yawned. "As a matter-of-fact, I do boy, but how did you arrive at that conclusion?"
"When you go off ... well, the stuff falls to the ground. The leaves. That's your stuff. Right?"
"You are correct. The wind, as I said before, makes me come, boy,"
I screwed up my face. "Boy, what a weirdo you are, tree. Standing there in one place all of your days. Waiting for a breeze to happen along in the fall so you can get 'em off. You're really dumb, tree."
The tree made a deep threatening sound in its trunk-throat.
"Hey," I cried, slightly scared now. "Take it cool, tree. I didn't mean to anger you."
The tree shook its branches and sniffed again. "Don't be afraid, son. My bark is worse than my..." But he never got to finish the statement, for a cloud swept me off my feet and carried me some distance away from the spot. After circling a bit, the cloud set me down on another field of female breasts.
"There you are, boy. Try walking on Oriental titties for a change."
"Am I in the Far East now?" I asked incredulously.
But the cloud had gone and I received no reply.
I looked about. All of the breasts had slanted eyes for nipples and all of them were staring at me as if waiting to see what I would do. This surprised me.
"What can I do?" I muttered, "but walk on tits. There's nothing else to see or do."
"So sorry, please," the tits cried in unison and disappeared briefly only to return as normal-looking breasts without slanted eyes for nipples.
I shook my head. "I must be dreaming," I muttered.
Then, suddenly, I seemed to be back in the football stadium, watching the two teams go at it. There was no one else in the stands, just me. The stadium lights were very bright and I could see the football guys on the field below very clearly. It was crazy, the way they looked. Not one of them had eyes. Where their eyes should have been were tits with tiny nipples and the nipples kept rolling about in the manner of eyeballs as most of them appeared to be winking at me from time to time. This made me mad. I didn't want a gang of guys winking at me. What the hell were those so-called tough football players-faggots? I began hollering at them to stop winking at me, but my words became confused and all that came out was a football cheer that made no sense at all.
The scene changed quickly and I was in front of our house staring through the windows. I saw my father apparently undressing my mother and I was shocked. Why couldn't he pull the shades down before doing such a thing? I then took a more careful look and discovered he wasn't undressing my mother but was, in fact, putting ornaments on a Christmas tree. I blinked several times and turned around to see Elly standing naked at my side. She grinned at me shyly.
"You didn't know mom was a Christmas tree before she met dad, did you, Tommy?" There was an impish look on her face.
"No," I replied. "I didn't know a thing about it."
Elly giggled. "She came straight out of a virgin forest. Untouched by the hand of man."
"Nuts," I said. "You've been reading Christmas carols again."
She screwed up her face prettily. "Well, fuck you, brother mine. Fuck you in your nose."
Immediately, my nose became very itchy, so to put an end to the itching I turned and ran away, not stopping until I was once again in the field of tits. I stood on them, putting my weight on first one foot and then the other and would have kept this up indefinitely except that someone called out to me to stop trampling the grapes to death. I moved away from the spot and stared down at the nearest set of tits.
"Did you speak to me?" I asked them.
"Wake up, Tommy," Elly cried in my ear. "You're dreaming."
I sat up on the bed, looked at my sister, blinked my eyes and shook my head and lay back down. "Let me sleep, Elly," I said. It must have been that she said nothing because I remembered her saying nothing, if that's possible, and the next thing I "knew" I was dreaming again.
An old hag had her arms about me and was trying to force a roller skate down my throat.
"I don't want it," I told her, trying to break free of her grasp.
"Take the roller skate, boy, and you'll get a hard-on that will never cease to be."
"Get the hell away from me, you old hag," I cried. "I don't want a hard-on that will never cease to be. How would I ever take a leak?"
"Boys don't leak," she told me severely. "Only dikes do."
"Dykes? Hell, they don't leak. They suck and tongue and stuff."
She leaned close and peered into my eyes with her own. "I can't see you," she muttered.
"Your eyes," I told her. "They have turned into grapes."
"Use your feet," she urged as she rubbed her grape eyes. "Get the juice from the grapes by jumping on them barefoot."
"I was told not to do that," I replied. "Will you release my arm, please."
"Yes, of course," she said, releasing me. She turned and walked to a door nearby. "Don't drink the juice of the grape, boy. Suck something instead." Saying this, she disappeared through the door, taking the door with her. Now there was nothing where both she and the door had been. I rubbed my eyes and looked about for Mrs. Devine, but she was nowhere to be seen. I stumbled around considerably and nearly fell down twice but managed to find a bed and sat down on the edge of it. The bed didn't like this, so it tipped over on its side, causing me to fall down on it and lay still. Once I was flat on my back that bed righted itself and placed all four casters on the floor.
"Tommy," I heard her cry out. "Wake up."
I opened my eyes and saw Elly leaning over me, her young girl titties hanging down near my lips. I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked on it for a moment, but she gently removed her tit from my lips and rebuked me for biting her, even though I was positive I hadn't.
"Yes, you did, Tommy. You bit me hard."
I rubbed my eyes. "I guess I thought I was still dreaming, Elly. I didn't know I was awake and that it was really your tit."
"Where did they go?" she asked, meaning Mrs. Devine and Basil and the others.
"How should I know. I think they ran out of film or something. Probably they want us to rest up for a while until they can get more film."
"Why do they want us to perform in their picture, Tommy?"
"I suppose because they think having an actual brother and sister doing the sex stuff makes it more realistic. Maybe when they sell the film they'll tell the boys that a real brother and sister did the performing." I coughed. "Maybe that way they can charge more for the film."
"Gee, you're awful smart, Tommy. I would never have thought of that."
"It's not very smart, Elly. Not really."
"I think you are, Tommy." Elly smiled at me and rubbed my tummy. "I like you, Tommy, even if you are my own brother."
"Aw ... nuts," I said. This sort of talk made me feel uncomfortable because I felt guilty about all of this, it being my fault we were being held prisoners here in this house, which I had no doubt about at all. Definitely we were prisoners, at least for the time being.
Elly must have been reading my mind. "Tommy," she asked softly, "do you think they'll keep us here as prisoners or something? I mean, forever."
I shook my head. "Naw ... they don't dare keep us here for a long time. They know our folks will be looking for us sooner or later. Probably as soon as the new film arrives they'll come back to the bedroom and make us perform some more for them. Then they'll drive us back to town and let us out."
"Gee, Tommy, you're brave. You ain't scared of nothin', are you?"
I glanced at her quickly. Was she making fun of me, putting me oh? No, she wasn't. I decided. I could tell by the innocent look on her face. "Well ... what's the use of being scared," I said boldly. "What good would that do us?" I coughed. "All we have to do is play it cool, sis. When they get their new film, we'll turn on for 'em and then ... well, like I said, then they'll drive us home and everything will be okay."
"Gee, Tommy, I hope so. I feel awful funny fucking you in front of all these people, honest I do."
"Yeah ... I know ... what you mean." I felt like a first-class prick about then. There was something about the way she had said it ... something that made me feel real bad.
"Did I hurt your feelings, Tommy?" she asked, sounding anxious. "You got a funny look on your face."
"Naw ... I'm okay," I replied gruffly. "Guess I'll take another little nap. That all right with you, Elly?"
"Sure, Tommy. You do that. Maybe I'll go to sleep for a time, too."
"We both might as well. We can't go home till they say so and there's no point in staying awake and trying to escape. They'd catch us."
Came the third dream and it was even crazier than the first two. My right hand seemed to be a cock. I was in a room filled with people, none of whom I knew. Some guy was trying to introduce me to the women who, all of them, offered their hand to me. However, in each case, when I offered my hand to shake theirs they saw immediately that my hand was a male organ and instantly withdrew theirs. I finally, and with great exasperation, turned to the guy doing the introducing
"What's wrong with these females?" I asked. "They won't shake hands with me."
"They are afraid you will cause their elbows to become pregnant," he told me owlishly.
"For Pete's sake," I cried, annoyed. "I won't do anything of the kind. Besides, such a thing is impossible."
The guy shook his head and when he did so the fool thing began to rise higher and higher like a piano stool does when you spin it. Finally, it dropped off his shoulders and fell to the floor. I started to move away from him, but the head spoke to me, its eyes glaring upward from the floor. "See what happens when you commit incest," it declared. "Just this morning, sister stuck her finger down my throat in an attempt to cause me to throw up, she claimed. I say it was incest, pure and simple. This is what happened to me. Take a good look, kid. Your head will be in a ... a ... well, dammit, you'll lose yours, too. Wait and see."
"Pull yourself together," I told the head. "Go back where you belong." I meant climb back on the guy's shoulders.
"Sister-fucker," the head cried bitterly. "Thou art a sister-fucker."
The scene changed rapidly. "I was in a boat and Elly was doing the rowing. She made that boat move across the surface of the water so fast that I had to tell her to slow up, to cool it down.
She looked at me strangely. "What for?" she asked. "Why don't you like to go fast?"
"I don't know," I told her. "I think it's because my brain has something difficult to do."
"Fuck your brain," she cried, surprising me greatly. "I want to go fast, Tommy boy."
"Give me time," I said, somewhat befuddled. "I mean ... give me time to think clearly."
"Fuck your thinking." She began to row the boat fast again. "Your thinking is no good. Only thinking you do is fuck-thinking, and that gets everyone into trouble."
"That's not true. I do lots of thinking other than fuck-thinking."
"Such as what?" she asked, her chin stuck out.
I smiled at her. How dunb she was, this little sister of mine. "I think about fields of tits," I told her smugly. "Fields and fields and fields of 'em ... and me ... well, I walk on 'em, the tits, I mean. I walk through 'em, over 'em and around 'em. That's something you can't do. Want to know why, smart ass?"
She stuck her chin out farther. "Yes, tell me why I can't walk on tits in a field, big shot?"
"Because you got 'em, honey," I told her, looking very superior now. "When you got 'em-I mean tits-you have to lie down and show 'em. You can't walk on tits because you're not a guy-"
"You," she cried passionately, "are nothing but a dreaming-crazy sister-fucker. I wish you'd fall out of the boat."
I gave, her a superior and masculine look, stood up in the boat, grinned at her, and jumped. As I flew through the air, I called back to her. "You'll be sorry, baby, you'll be sorry."
Again the scene shifted quickly. All around me there were mouths, open mouths, tongues hanging out of them, mouths that had lips that were dry and needed to be moistened often. It was a strange sight, no people, just mouths hanging in the air, suspended from nothing, with tongues trying desperately to keep lips wet, oh how very odd it was, all of it.
"How very odd," I murmured aloud.
"Shut up, you sister-fucker," the mouths muttered in unison. "You dirty sister-fucker, keep your mouth closed."
Guilt.
Guilt was taking over.
However, I had to stand up for myself, didn't I? "Fuck you," I shouted at the top of my voice. "Fuck all of you mouths. You talk too much. You should be doing your other job-sucking cunts. You're wasting your time with talk."
"Sister-fucker," the mouths said in unison, wetting their lips immediately afterward. "Sister-fucker, you need to be reprimanded."
"Who says so?" I cried, anger rising in me.
"We, the mouths, say so," they replied in unison. Everything they said was in unison, of course, How else could mouths work together?
"Mouths are not the man," I screamed. "The brain is the man."
"Fuck the brain," they cried. "That's what you did, Tommy, the night you got hot in bed and went to your little sister's room and degraded her. Isn't that true?"
"Isn't what true?" I asked, confused.
"Isn't it true that you threw aside reason for lust?"
"What has reason to do with it," I asked, not really knowing what "it" was as yet.
"Reason was made for man to use, not to abuse," they replied in the crappiest manner imaginable.
"You're a bunch of cruds," I hollered. "A lot of mouths screaming about things you know nothing about."
"True," they cried back. "True, true true."
I glanced sharply at all those mouths hanging in mid-air. I was instantly suspicious of them. "What the hell do you mean crying out the word 'true' over and over?" I asked, my heart thumping furiously inside of me.
"We mean," they sonorously replied together, "that it is true you're nothing but a dirty sister-fucker, and this is the worse thing on earth to be-except for one other thing."
"Really," I cried sarcastically. "And what is this other thing that is worse?"
"Ha ha ha," came the haunting, unisoned laugh.
"Tell me," I cried. "Tell me what is worse than being a sister-fucker?"
"Ha ha ha," they replied. "Now you have it, boy, now you really know, don't you?"
I didn't reply. I felt too humiliated.
* * *
Elly was gently shaking me and I awakened with a start and looked at her. She was playing with my tool. It was semi-hard. "Why are you doing that?" I asked. "Are you hot, kiddo?" My voice sounded as if it came from far away. Then, recalling the last dream, I gave my head a shake and tried to forget what those terrible mouths had said to me.
Elly bent over me, pushed the sheet away and took my tool between her lips and sucked it for a moment. "Guess I am kind of hot at that, Tommy. You want to do it to me the regular way, or shall I take it in the mouth?"
"You'd better save your energies," I told her. "They'll be back soon and they'll want you to do that on camera."
"Tommy," she said softly, "I don't really mind doing it on camera. It's kind of fun. Do you know what I mean?"
"Yeah," I said unkindly, "it means you're some kind of exhibitionist at heart. That's what you mean."
She tilted her head to one side much in the manner of a puppy. "Is that bad, Tommy? I mean is it really bad to be that way?"
I forced a grin onto my lips. "Naw. Guess not. Not if you want to be that way. I can see your point. I mean, I ... well, if you like showing off your body and stuff, that's okay. I think it is."
"It's not just that I want to show off my nakedness, Tommy. I ... well, I like to have people watch me when I'm ... getting it." Elly actually blushed when she said it.
I grinned and this time didn't have to force it. Patting her head, I leaned over suddenly and suckled one of her titties for a few seconds. When I pulled my face away from her chest, she wrapped both arms about me and tried to shove her cunt at my mouth. I smiled at her efforts and obediently kissed her snatch, running my tongue up and down the length of her privacy. She squealed and jerked her hips about with reckless abandon.
"Hey," I said, drawing back. "Hold it down."
I gave her a playful slap on the butt and she squealed again.
"Oh, Tommy, suck me, run your tongue up and down on me again. I'm so hot. I guess that short nap rested me up real good."
I grinned again. "If taking a nap could make people hot, everyone in the world, with some exceptions, would be taking 'em like crazy."
She leaned on me and rubbed her young-girl titties across my tummy. I had to admit it felt good and as I reached over to rub her butt, I heard a sudden, sharp sound. Jerking my head around, I saw that a book had fallen off a shelf. Funny place for books, in a bedroom. Or was it? No, I guessed not. Lots of people like to read in bed. I hadn't noticed the shelf of books before. In fact, I hadn't noticed anything in this room, really, but the bed ... and, of course, at the time the camera and the lights on the tall stand the poppers had used. Thinking about the lights seemed to play a trick on my mind. The lights in the bedroom seemed to be quite a bit brighter than before. I blinked my eyes and stared at Elly. The lights were brighter I now knew because I could see her face much more clearly than previously.
"Elly," I said, wondering if she had noticed the same thing, "do you notice anything different in the room?"
"Just that the lights seem brighter than they were," she replied, kissing my tummy wetly.
I turned my head even as I nodded agreement with her and stared at the spot where the fallen book had been on the shelf. There was a black spot and nothing more, no camera sticking through a hole in the wall, or anything. At least I couldn't see anything there.
"Elly," I said, "kiss my tummy some more, like that." I had suddenly spotted a gleam of metal above the shelf and while the light on that side of the room wasn't as bright as it was directly over the bed, I was sure it was the casing that held the lens of a camera. They were on the other side of the wall shooting film of Elly and me. They had gotten the new film and were now using it. I figured we might as well go into our sex act stuff and use up their film because the sooner they got all the required footage, the sooner they would let us go. I much preferred fooling around with my sister with them out of the room than with them in it. I didn't like having those poppers and everyone staring at me while I sexed my sister. I tried to decide if I should tell Elly about the hidden camera and decided I wouldn't-for a while.
"Want me to go down on your tool, Tommy?" she asked, excitement in her tone.
"If you want to, Elly," I replied, lying back and spreading my legs slightly.
She slipped her hand under my balls and lifted them a little as she bent her head to envelop my prick with her lips. When her moist mouth made contact with my cock, I shivered with delight. It felt good. Man, how it felt good.
"You like that, Tommy?" she asked thickly. "You like having me suck your thing?"
I could hear a faint whirring sound somewhere, not too far away, and knew it must be the camera running. There were no other sounds in the house except for the ones Elly was making as she sucked me-little slurping sounds that were extremely exciting to listen to.
"Yes, Elly," I replied softly. "I like it. Take e, kiddo." I coughed slightly. "Take everything I've got. You won't mind if I ... blow in you, will you?"
Keeping her lips about my prick, she shook her head to indicate she didn't mind if I went off in her mouth. Now she pulled her body on top of mine and turned about until her legs were on either side of my head, her ass pretty much in my face. I bent my head forward and kissed the cheeks of her butt, each of them, ran my tongue around on her flesh there and at the same time pushed both our bodies lower on the bed. Now my feet were hanging over the foot of the bed slightly while her legs were pressing tightly against my head and neck. I knew what she wanted, of course, so I obliged her by sucking gently on her cunt even as she bobbed her head up and down frantically on my cock. I could have blown off any time now, but I held it back because I wanted not only to please her but to give them as much film footage as possible. As I said before, I figured we might as well give them as much time as we could, for only in this way could we get out of here and go home. I hoped.
"Oh ... Tommy ... , " she gasped, removing her mouth from my hard-on. "I like this so much. I guess I'm just a little cocksucker at heart."
I grinned tensely for her remark had turned me on like mad. "Suck me, Elly baby. Suck my prick and I'll tongue you off while you do. That's a promise."
She sighed. "It must be the pills they gave me that makes me so hot. I swear, Tommy, I've never been so hot before."
I doubted that. I couldn't recall Elly's being this hot before, but I said nothing about it. Instead I kissed her pussy and darted my tongue deeply into her slit. She shuddered and pressed her legs tightly together as if trying to squeeze my head off. I didn't mind. In fact, I kind of liked it. Darting my tongue into her rapidly now, I wondered idly if the camera was getting all of this. Glancing over at the shelf once or twice, I could see that both Elly and I were lying in a good position as far as getting down on film what we were doing was concerned. Both of us-our fronts-were turned slightly toward the shelf and I knew this was important, if we wanted to use up that film and go home soon. I wondered about our folks, wondered what time it was getting to be, wondered if our folks were out looking for us and decided we hadn't been gone from home long enough yet-it merely seemed that way. I doubted that the football game was over as yet. They were probably playing the last quarter about now, though I had no way of checking this out to be sure, having no watch on me.
I noticed suddenly that Elly had stopped going down on me. "Tommy," she cried desperately, "why did you stop tonguing me? Don't you want me to enjoy it?"
"Oh ... sorry ... I was thinking. I'll tongue your cunt, Elly. Go ahead and make me blow off, will you?"
"All right, Tommy," she said in a small voice and returned her lips to my cock.
I shivered as she took it in her mouth and lightly bit the head of it. She giggled a little-as well as she could considering she had my hard tool in her throat-and went down all the way on me. Suddenly, even as I darted my tongue into her cunt, I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. The fluid in me welled quickly to the surface; I stiffened while continuing to frantically tongue her slit and blew my wad wetly down her throat. I felt her stiffen, shudder, stiffen even more, heard her sigh several times, catching her breath at the same time almost, and I knew, as she shook all over violently, that she had had her orgasm, that it had been a good one for her. Even as I thought of this I continued to explode my jism into her young-girl mouth. And then, finally, it was done and over with and we lay there, panting hard, on the bed, both of us temporarily exhausted. The camera kept on with its whirring sound for a few moments and then stopped abruptly. I smiled slightly and wondered if they had gotten the whole scene just as it had happened. I supposed they had. I would have liked to see myself doing it with Elly, I now realized. I knew I never would. That is, it was highly unlikely.
The door of the bedroom opened and Mrs. Devine walked in. She was smiling and looked to be exceptionally pleased about something, probably the scene she and her brother had just filmed. "Well, you two young people, how do you feel now?" I took note of the fact her blouse was revealed. I had an idea she had unbuttoned her blouse just before entering the room. Probably she wanted to get me hot again.
"We feel okay, Mrs. Devine," I said for both of us.
She turned and faced Elly squarely. "You're a very pretty girl, do you know that, Elly."
"She knows it," I answered for Elly. Mrs. Devine frowned slightly. "Please let her speak for herself, Tommy, like a good boy."
I shrugged and lay back on the pillow, having pulled the sheet over Elly and myself. "I guess she can speak for herself if she wants to," I said calmly.
Elly glanced at me quickly and then looked at Mrs. Devine. "Can we go home now?" she asked in a small voice. "Our folks will be worried about us."
Mrs. Devine didn't answer this. Instead she sat down on the edge of the bed and ran her hand up my leg even though the sheet was between her hand and my flesh. "You have nice strong legs, Tommy," she murmured softly. "Nice strong legs."
"Yes, ma'am," I replied because she had a way of making me feel even younger than I was and addressing her this way seemed to be right. "Thank you, ma'am."
"We've been doing some thinking, kids," Mrs. Devine told us. her voice sounding real serious now. "And maybe it would be a good idea if we shot a scene of you two screwing while Basil and I, naked, of course, stand around and watch you and play with each other as you fuck. What do you think of that idea?"
"We don't think much of it," Elly surprised me by saying. Evidently, she surprised Mrs. Devine, too, for she frowned and stared hard at Elly. "We want to go home now, Mrs. Devine. We've put on enough show for you people."
"Oh, come now, my dear," Mrs. Devine said soothingly, "you really don't want to go home just yet, do you? Would you like to stay here and see what happens later? I can assure you it will be most interestingly hot."
"You were taking pictures of us through the wall just now, weren't you, Mrs. Devine?" Elly astonished me by saying.
Mrs. Devine merely smiled. "Yes, my dear. We thought it might be better if we didn't tell you we were shooting the scene. That's why we left you two alone for a while. We wanted to see if you would sex each other on your own, just for the enjoyment of it, you see."
"Well, you got your film of us," I told her. "How about taking us back to town now."
"My dear boy, we aren't through with you yet. Can't you be patient. I assure you, you'll have a fine time if you'll just relax, both of you."
"We're relaxed," I said shortly.
"As soon as Basil gets through showering we're going to try for a really big scene, kids," she told us. "That is, if you're willing to do it." Her face became severe as she glanced at first me and then Elly. "Come now," she went on firmly, "Let me hear your reaction to this. Are you willing or not?"
"What if we aren't?" I asked.
"We have ways toer-make you do it, dear boy." She cleared her throat. "However, we don't want to resort to that. We want you to feel free and happy. We'll all have fun if you are this way and not get uptight about it."
"Why do you want to watch us and get that on film?"
"Because everyone can identify with a watcher, Tommy. Everyone."
I scratched my head and sat up, the sheet falling away from my chest and Elly's titties, too. She made no move to cover herself, so I didn't, either. "I guess maybe you're right, Mrs. Devine. It is kind of fun to watch someone screwing. Why don't you and your brother get on the bed and fuck while Elly and I stand nearby and watch? We could make out like we were your children and you were teaching us the correct way to do it."
Mrs. Devine actually clapped her hands in glee. "Why, that's a tremendous idea, Tommy boy. My goodness, why couldn't I have thought of that? We might even name the film The Proper Way to Educate Children. Something like that. I must say I'm very pleased with your suggestion, Tommy. I may even give you some er-money for it."
"I don't want any money, Mrs. Devine," I told her, becoming excited at seeing her own excitement which was really something to see, the way her big tits were bobbing up and down as she breathed heavily. "All I want, all Elly wants, is that you take us home after the scene. Will you do that?"
Mrs. Devine nodded abruptly, got to her feet and walked out of the room. I heard the bolt being shot into place on the other side of the door. Mrs. Devine was taking no chances on our escaping the place. I turned to Elly and she smiled strangely at me. "Don't worry, sis," I told her. "We'll get out of here pretty soon."
"Oh, I'm not in any great hurry, Tommy. I kind of like it here with you and those others. I mean, I sort of do. Only thing is, I'm worried about what mom and dad will be doing. Do you think they're out looking for us by now?"
"I doubt it," I replied. "They'll just think we went someplace for a malt or something after the game."
"I hope you're right." Elly shivered.
"Are you that scared of mom and dad?" I asked somewhat stupidly.
"Well ... gee ... I don't want them to find out about ... all this ... you and me ... you know."
I nodded. "Neither do I. That's why I haven't put up any fight or anything. If I tried to fight our way out of here we both get banged up and how could we explain that to mom and dad?"
"You're right, Tommy. like I said before, you're a sharp guy, even if you are a little smug about it." She giggled when she spoke.
I shook my head. "You're some girl, Elly. You really are. I mean, you're something else. Most girls would be hollering their dumb heads off about now, but not you, Elly. Nope. Not you. You're too smart."
"Well, thanks for the compliment," she returned slightly sarcastically, "but did you have to make that crack about girls having dumb heads?"
I stared at her in astonishment. "Did that make you mad, Elly? Really?"
She calmed down quickly. "No," she replied, giving her pretty head a couple of quick shakes. "No, not really. I guess I was just sticking up for my own sex."
I pointed at my cock. "That's what I'm doing."
She saw my hard-on growing and giggled. "That's not what I meant by sticking up."
"It's what I mean," I said, grinning. "Want to kiss it again?"
She laughed and reaching over played with my tool for a time as it became harder and harder. "Don't you go off all over everything, Tommy," she cried. "I mean, put it in me and go off if you want but don't waste it."
"Speaking of wasting it, you'd better let go of it or I will. I'm going to need all the hard-on I can get when they come back for the big four-way scene, if that's really what it turns out to be."
She sat up and turned on her tummy and looked at me, her pretty titties hanging down from her chest in a maddening way. "What are we supposed to do while Basil and Mrs. Devine are screwing on the bed, Tommy?"
"I guess we just stand nearby and watch and act like we're learning stuff from our parents."
Elly giggled again. "Come off it. Parents never teach their kids stuff like that, and you know it."
"Well ... it's just make-believe stuff. You know what I mean. Basil and Mrs. Devine will pretend to be our parents and will demonstrate how to fuck properly. Something like that, I guess."
She giggled again. "Boy, some parents they'd make. Wow! They'd have their babies masturbating at three months."
I laughed. The picture she had drawn with words was very funny to me right then. I stopped laughing a moment later as the bolt on the door was pulled back, the door swung open and in walked Basil and Mrs. Devine, both of whom were absolutely naked. Both looked as if they had just taken a shower. Mrs. Devine was still wearing a shower cap. She removed it and motioned for the other people to enter the room. Basil, however, told her it would be better to have the camera shooting through the hole in the wall.
Mrs. Devine snorted but nodded her head and told the poppers to stay where they were. "And we don't want too much light for this scene anyway,, you know," she told them in addition. "There's such a thing as not wanting to beer-recognized, you know."
I wondered how she thought Elly and I felt.
Basil got on the bed and lay there looking at the ceiling while Mrs. Devine told Elly and me where to stand. We took up our positions and watched her as she lay down on the bed with her brother and began to play with his soft prick.
One of the poppers came in then, handed two white pills to Elly and me, gave us a glass of water and told us to swallow the pills. We did so, reluctantly, and the guy left the room.
He returned almost immediately and began cursing and swearing.
"What's wrong?" Mrs. Devine asked him, frowning severely.
"We'll have to wait for a while. This new film is no good. It's the wrong type."
CHAPTER 13
Mrs. Devine got off the bed, really angry now. "Why you stupid ... fools ... why didn't you get the right kind?"
The popper moved away from her, looking scared. "Take it easy now," he said cautiously. "We'll drive back into the city and get the right film. Won't take over thirty minutes, forty at the most."
"Get going, damn you," Mrs. Devine barked, and the guy left the room hurriedly. "Come on, Basil, get up from the bed. Go and put your clothes on, then come back here. I want you to stay with the girl. The boy and I are going to another room for a short time."
Basil nodded, got up from the bed, left the room but returned quickly. Then Mrs. Devine took my arm and propelled me out of the room. I noted that she locked Basil in the bedroom along with Elly. I wasn't worried about Elly. She could take all Basil had to offer and then some.
"Where are we going, Mrs. Devine?" I asked.
"To my room," she said. "Do you own this house."
"No. Just rent it same as I do the house in town."
"Do the people who own this house know you make movies?"
She stopped in her tracks and tightened her grip on my arm. "Now just what do you mean by that, Tommy?" She glared at me.
"Don't mean anything," I hedged. "I was just wondering."
She began to walk down the hall again and, of course, I went along with her. When we arrived in front of a door, she unlocked it and pushed it open. She almost pulled me into the room and locked the door quickly.
"I'm glad that film was no good, Tommy," she said, looking at me oddly. "You see, I wanted you to fuck me privately at least once more."
"Oh ... is that why you brought me here?" I asked stupidly.
"Yes. Pull down your briefs, boy. Mrs. Devine wants to play with your prick."
"Huh?" I said. "I mean, what did you say?" I sounded just as stupidly as I had before.
"You heard what I said, boy. Take down your briefs."
"Oh ... okay." I shoved my undershorts, which was all I was wearing, down over my hips but apparently this wasn't far enough.
"Come on, Tommy boy. Take them off. Mrs. Devine wants to suck your prick, dear." She was speaking of herself as a third person again.
"But you don't want me all pooped out, do you, Mrs. Devine? Shouldn't I save my stuff for the camera?" I was suddenly afraid this woman would ball me half to death and I would then be unable to grow another hard-on for the filmmaking bit. I knew they would keep Elly and me here until I could do what they wanted me to do. I didn't want this. Not at all. There was dad and mom to think about. Elly and I had to get home fairly soon now or there would be hell to pay.
Mrs. Devine looked so odd standing there by the bed, naked. I couldn't have said why she looked odd, but she did. Maybe it was the expression of disbelief on her face that did it. "Come now, Tommy. I know you better than that. You can get hard-ons time and time again, and what's more you know you can, so why give me this 'pooped out' talk. You know you won't be pooped out simply by fucking me once or twice. Come on ... lie down on the bed with me. I want you between my legs."
"Thought you wanted to suck it," I said, trying to think of something better to say but having nothing pop into my mind.
"Very well, Tommy. Lie down across the bed. I'll get on my knees between your legs and give you a nice French."
"No," I said. "You lie down flat on the bed and I'll sit on your titties and you can suck me off that way." I was becoming quite bold with this woman. I suppose it was because I knew she needed me.
Mrs. Devine laughed softly, revealing her pretty teeth while at the same time heaving her great breasts excitingly and this got to me real fine. My joint became very hard instantly and when she saw this she seemed fascinated by the appearance of it, for her eyes grew wide as she stared at my cock almost with a look of desperation. "I'll lie down flat, like you say, Tommy. You sit on my titties and fuck me in the mouth. Think you can do it?"
"Sure, Mrs. Devine." She lay down on her back and I climbed onto the bed and walked on my knees until I was straddling her beautiful body. I was about to say something about how hot-looking she was, but she spoke first.
"You know, Tommy, you seem to have changed quite a bit since coming to this house. Somehow you appear to be older. You even sound older when you talk. How can this be?"
"Maybe it's those pills you gave me, those pep pills, I guess you call 'em."
A look of understanding, I guess, came into her pretty eyes. "Could be," she murmured. "Those pills affect different males in different ways. Hmm." She pursed her lips just as if she had forgotten about me and my throbbing hard-on.
I didn't much care for this, so I stabbed my prick in the general direction of her lips. It went into her mouth and it was only then that she seemed to come out of her "think-fog" and be aware of my urgency, for I had become very hot in the past few moments.
"Suck it, Mrs. Devine. Suck it off, baby."
She pulled her mouth away and smiled quickly up at me. "I like to hear you call me 'baby'-it's so different." Saying this, she seized my prick with her hand and holding it at the base between thumb and forefinger, proceeded to lick the head of it as if it were an all-day sucker. "Mmmmm, tastes good, boy. I like you, Tommy."
"Wish you'd hurry and suck me off," I said impatiently. "I'd like to fuck your cunt."
She had no chance to say anything back to me because of the sharp knock that came on the door. Removing my prick from her mouth, she frowned and told me to climb off so she could go to the door. I did so and she swore mildly and got up from the bed and walked to the door.
"Who is it?" she called through the door.
"It's me," a male voice said, not identifying himself. It sounded something like Basil, but I knew it couldn't be because Mrs. Devine had locked them, Elly and Basil, in the other room. "Come out into the hall. Have to talk to you."
Mrs. Devine frowned very severely, turned to me and spoke. "Just stay there on the bed, Tommy. I'll be back in a few minutes." She looked about and apparently spotted a robe that was on a chair. At any rate, she grabbed it up haphazardly, stuck her arms through it but didn't bother to pull it together in the front, which seemed pretty silly to me. Why put on a robe if you don't pull it together in the front? "Be right back," she told me, and unlocking the door, stepped out of the room closing the door after her. I didn't see who the guy in the hall was. I couldn't have cared less. Getting up from the bed, I went to the bathroom and tried the door leading to the hall. It was locked. I tried the windows, too, but both the ones in the bathroom and the bedroom were securely locked. At least, they wouldn't open, though I couldn't figure out how they could be locked. I returned to the bed and pulled on my undershorts, sat down and waited for Mrs. Devine to return. I waited for at least half an hour, but she didn't come back. I found a package of cigarettes on the bedside stand and lighted one. I lay down on the bed and smoked the thing, not caring much for it.
The pills they had given me couldn't have been just bennies. They must have contained some kind of a sleeping medicine, too, because I began to drowse off. I caught myself in time and hastily snubbed out the cigarette. I didn't remember doing anything else-I must have fallen to sleep immediately afterward, and there must have been something in the pills that caused nightmares because I began to have crazy sex dreams again, just as I had done earlier.
There was this big dog and he could speak English better than I could. He was wearing a white vest and no pants. His eyes were blue and he wore granny glasses, which made him look real groovy. From time to time, he appeared to have a beard, but the thing would come and go and I never knew when he had the beard and when he didn't, the dream was so crazy.
"Hey, man," the dog said to me. "How would you like me to fix you up with one of my chicks?"
"All right," I said, swallowing hard. "I'd just as soon meet a female dog. I never have, not this way, I mean."
"You're not prejudiced against dogs, man?" His blue eyes peered into mine in a real strange way.
"No. Some of my best friends are dogs," I replied.
He laughed and it sounded weird to actually hear a dog laugh. He stopped laughing. "I suppose you think it sounds weird to hear a dog laugh," he said as if reading my mind.
"Kind of," I admitted. "What were you laughing about?"
"I was laughing at your remark about how some of your best friends were dogs."
"I don't see anything funny about that. It's true. I like lots of dogs. I used to sleep with one sometimes when I was a kid."
"That must have been yesterday because you're still a kid."
I tried not to be offended because I knew it was the truth and besides, he didn't appear the type that would ever try to offend anyone. "Okay," I said, grinning. "I'm a kid. What about it?"
He came close to me and looked at me carefully. I noticed his tail wasn't wagging and this bothered me. "Hey, man," he said softly. "You ever fool around with one of my people?"
"You mean dog-chicks. Er-no ... no, I haven't ... but I like your people very much. Your people are wonderfully athletic."
He waved a paw around. "Sure, sure," he said, almost impatiently. "I know that. We have good rhythm, too. Doesn't mean much. In fact, it's not quite true. Tell me something. Have you ever discriminated against dogs?"
"Not that I know of. I hit a puppy with a newspaper one time because he squirted all over my mother's new rug."
"What reason," he asked, eyeing me carefully, "did your mother offer for placing the new rug under the puppy?"
I scratched my head in perplexity. "I'm not sure she offered a reason. I think the rug was there first."
"Come now, my young friend," he cried arrogantly. "Let's not be irrelevant. It makes no difference if your mother was there first with the rug. We must respect the rights of minority groups. Otherwise, we have a fucked-up democracy. Surely you dig this, don't you?" He coughed. "Dogs are members of a minority group, you know. They have their rights just as much as your imperialist mother has."
"My mother isn't an imperialist. At least, I don't think she is."
He sniffed. "Of course she is. Otherwise, I have no argument." He sniffed again. "I can't bear to have no argument. Somebody's got to rant and complain, don't they?"
"Gee, I don't know," I said. "After all, I'm just a kid, you know." I figured telling him that would stop his silly talk.
"Ah yes, the future of our country is you, baby."
I scratched my head. "Gee, dog, I hope not. If it is, our country is in real bad trouble. I'm pretty dumb."
"Ah, humility. I do enjoy true humility."
"I don't. I think it stinks. I'd rather be a big shot."
He peered at me strangely. "Say, kid, what generation do you belong to anyhow?"
"My own," I answered promptly.
He clapped his paws together. "A good answer. Now ... would you like to see some of my chicks?"
"How many?" I asked suspiciously.
He adjusted his granny glasses. "Well ... just one for now. Come along. Let's get out of this kennel."
I saw the chick he had in mind or at least I thought it must be the one because he walked around her several times and smelled of her and then winked at me and told me to come closer to her and see if I could catch her scent. I walked toward the female dog, who wore a dress and boots on her hind feet and a wrist-watch on each of her front feet. I tried sniffing of her, but I guess I didn't do a very good job of it, for they both laughed at me, the male dog holding his sides as he roared with laughter.
When they stopped it, I spoke. "You laugh at me for my poor sniffing ability. I'd like to see either one of you toss a football." My feelings were hurt slightly, and no one-likes that kind of stuff.
"Sorry, young chap," the male dog said. "I think we'll have to discontinue our talk for the moment."
"Yeah? Why?" I asked, my feathers still ruffled.
He smiled in a superior way. "Because we must pause now for a five-second station identification."
That was the last I saw of either of them.
I didn't miss them, not a bit. Anything I didn't like was a minority group who tried to run everything. Having this thought (in the dream) caused me to begin running. I ran and ran until I came to a field of pumpkins. As soon as the pumpkins saw me all but two of them ran away and hid. I felt of the two pumpkins and was startled when their "arms" grabbed me.
I woke up quickly and saw that the pumpkins were really Mrs. Devine's breasts and that she was hugging me as we lay side by side on her bed. She kissed my mouth wetly and this made me hot.
"I was dreaming," I managed to tell her between kisses. "I dreamt there was a dog wearing granny glasses who tried to impress me with how smart he was."
She stopped kissing me, drew back and looked at me oddly. "That's a pretty far-out dream, Tommy. You ever have dreams like that before?"
"Yes," I answered honestly.
"Hmm. Could be the pills, I suppose, but never mind. A dream never hurt anyone." She felt between my legs. "Hard-on's gone. Well, I don't see why it wouldn't be. I was away for about ten minutes. I came back and you were sound asleep." She began to play with my joint and it got hard fairly quickly. But then she surprised me by getting up from the bed and slipping on her robe again. This time she pulled it together and stood looking down at me. "I believe I'd better leave you alone, Tommy. We have a big scene planned for the four of us just as soon as that damned fool gets back with the correct type of film." By "damned fool" she meant one of the homos. Walking to the bathroom, she washed her hands quickly and dried them on a towel. I watched her every minute and when she turned around she was smiling. "You like to look at me, don't you, Tommy?" she said.
"Yes, ma'am. You're real pretty."
"Thank you, Tommy. You are a very nice boy."
"Can Elly and me go home soon?" I blurted this out, knowing I sounded like a ten-year-old but not caring much.
Mrs. Devine stepped back into the bedroom and smiled again. "Of course you may go home soon, dear boy, just as soon as Basil and you and
Elly and I complete our four-way sex fest. We have to get it on film. I'm sure you understand that, don't you?"
"You mean we're going to do that all over again, that four-way thing. Why do it again?"
"Because, my dear, the film was not right when we did it together, the four of us. Therefore, we must do it all over again."
"Then let's get going on it," I cried recklessly. "Me and Elly want to go home."
"Just be patient, Tommy. We'll have our thrilling sex scene down on film yet."
"You call that sort of thing thrilling?"
Mrs. Devine glanced at me sharply. "Why yes, Tommy. Don't you?"
I got to my feet and grabbed at my shorts which were in danger of falling down. "I guess so," I said dully. "I've got a bad headache. Can those pills give a guy a headache?"
"They might," she answered. "Do you want an aspirin?"
"No," I replied. "I'd rather have you suck me off." I watched her closely to see how she would react to that. She merely smiled at me and heaved her great breasts a few times. I would have liked to suck on her breasts, but I had decided to let her make all the moves from now on. After all, she and Basil and the others were holding Elly and me prisoners, a thing I didn't care for. "Come on," I said. "Suck me off, Mrs. Devine. I'm hot to be Frenched."
"Oh, you make me so hot when you talk that way, Tommy. Is that all you ever think ofsex?"
"What else is there?" I grinned at her and pushed my shorts down a bit.
Her eyes traveled down and her gaze seemed to be fixed on my crotch, but I didn't shove my shorts down any lower. I wanted her to ask me to do it. "Tommy," she said hesitantly, "would you like me to kiss your balls and cock ... not make you come ... just kiss them gently, lovingly, you know what I mean. I want you to save your come, you know. You'll need it probably ... later on."
"Awhile ago you wanted me to do it to you and to hell with the film bit. Now you want me to save myself, so you say. Why did you change your mind?"
"Because then, when I first brought you to this room, I hadn't yet learned that all of the film we had used was no good. I had thought only the last reel wasn't right. Do you understand?"
I nodded and pulled up my shorts.
She stood there and so did I and I guess we'd have gone on standing in the middle of the room if there hadn't been a knock come on the door. Mrs. Devine opened the door quickly, listened to the guy in the hall saying something I couldn't hear, spoke to him and then motioned for me to come with her. I stepped out of the room and walked down the hall with her-I didn't see the guy; he must have ducked out of sight into one of the other rooms-until we came to the big bedroom, the one where the scenes were shot. She opened the door and I followed her into the room. Everyone was there, except for one of the poppers, probably the one who had come to the door of her room and knocked. I saw Elly on the bed. She was naked and looked kind of groggy, too, as if she'd been drugged, which, come to think of it, I knew about. Basil stood near the bed massaging his penis, probably trying to get it harder.
"You two ready?" Basil asked Mrs. Devine. She nodded.
He looked at me. "You ready, kid."
"I guess so."
He raised his eyebrows but said nothing for a moment.
"Basil, can't you get a hard-on?" Mrs. Devine asked him, her tone sounding anxious.
"I'll be all right. Just give me a bit of time. The girl has been sucking on it-it'll get hard, don't worry."
"Have her suck it some more, Basil," Mrs. Devine told him sharply.
Basil frowned but turned around to face Elly, who was sitting up on the bed now. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him and made a certain gesture. Apparently, she didn't understand him, for she just bit her lips and did nothing. He squeezed her arm hard and just when I was about to jump across the room and tell him to knock it off on the rough stuff, he let go of her and turned about to face Mrs. Devine.
"Maybe if you asked her to, she would," he said tonelessly.
Mrs. Devine moved over to the bed as the cameraman watched in the most bored manner imaginable. She took Elly's hand and pressed it between her own two hands. "Elly," she said, "will you please help Basil become hard so we can shoot the scene and you can go home with Tommy?"
Elly looked over at me and I nodded.
She glanced up at Mrs. Devine. "You mean you want me to suck your brother's cock till he gets hard?"
Mrs. Devine smiled at her nicely. "Yes, dear. Would you mind doing it?"
Elly made a face. "I don't like sucking men's cocks. I like to suck my brother's but not just anybody's."
"Goddamn you," Basil cried angrily. "You were sucking me and just a few minutes ago and then you stopped ... you stopped just because your stupid brother came into the room."
"Don't you call Tommy stupid, darn you," Elly flared. "I'll hit you if you do."
"Now just a minute, everyone," Mrs. Devine said soothingly. "We mustn't fight with one another. We are all here to make a film and if we fight, none of us' will be able to function well. This film is very important." She paused and bit her lips. "It has already cost us a lot of money," she added, looking at me first and Elly second. "I'm sure you kids understand we, my brother and I, can't afford to waste any more time and money on it." She bit her lips again. "So ... Elly ... please ... will you suck Basil and make him hard?"
"I don't care anything about your old picture," Elly ranted. "Why should I help you? You kidnapped Tommy and me and made us come here and do all this sex stuff and everything. Why'd you have to pick on us? We never did you any harm."
Mrs. Devine's pretty face was a study, as they say. She bit her lips for the third time and moved around the bed to the other side, opposite from where Basil stood. Me, I was standing at the foot of it, and just behind me, higher up-he was on a kind of high chair-was the popper who served as cameraman. Everyone was looking at Mrs. Devine, not only because she was the one in charge, it appeared, but because her robe had fallen open and her great titties were exposed. Why is it that a woman's titties are so much more hot-looking when they stick out of a robe as hers were doing? When a woman stands naked, her titties ... well, they're just nice flesh, more or less, but when they peek out at you from a robe or dress ... man, they're wonderful, they're hot, they're enough to drive a guy nuts.
She spoke now: "Elly, please suck my brother's cock. He is soft. He needs to be hard." She coughed. "You see, we are going to have a four-way suck fest and he simply has to be hard before we can start."
Elly flashed Mrs. Devine an impudent glance. I guess that's what adults would call it-impudent. "If you want your brother to get a hard-on, you suck him," she said boldly.
Mrs. Devine sighed. "Does this mean you aren't willing to participate in our four-way scene, dear?" she asked patiently.
"I'm not saying," Elly cried hotly, but I could tell from the look in her eyes that she was more than willing. For some reason she was kind of stubborn and uppity at the moment, though why she should feel this way after all the exposure she already had been through beat the hell out of me. I didn't dig it at all.
"Dear me," Mrs. Devine said, looking across the corner of the bed at me. "This puts us in a terrible spot, Basil," she went on to her brother. "Can't you jack it up, your prick?" She meant couldn't he get it hard by playing with himself, I guess.
"No," he said shortly. "I've tried. I took a bennie awhile ago and it seems to have temporarily laid me low."
I almost grinned at the way he put it. I guess I did sort of chuckle out loud, for Mrs. Devine stared at me oddly. "Tommy," she said slowly, "I don't-er-suppose you'd-er-consider sucking Basil, would you?"
I shook my head, my cheeks burning slightly. "No," I said shortly.
Mrs. Devine sighed, and a moment later began to thoughtfully tap her upper teeth with her finger. "Well, looks like I'll have to get him hard, doesn't it?"
Basil growled something or other that I didn't hear very well, but he climbed onto the bed on his knees and held his limp cock in hand as he looked over at his sister. Mrs. Devine sighed and sat down on the bed and looked at Basil, who immediately walked on his knees to her side of the bed, placed his hands on her shoulders and seemingly began to wait for her to begin her sucking. She sighed again and took his penis in her mouth and slowly sucked and caressed it. Little by little, I saw, Basil's joint become harder and harder until it was all the way up.
"All right," Mrs. Devine cried to me as well as Elly and the cameraman, "everyone get on the bed-you" to the cameraman, "get set for the shooting. Everyone, all four of us just start sucking the first thing you find to suck. Anything goes. Remember that. If you want to suck a member of your own sex, that's okay. If you want to caress someone's anus, that's all right, too-just suck and keep sucking, make it look exciting. Roll it," she told the guy with the camera.
I climbed on the bed and began to kiss Mrs. Devine's body simply because I wanted to, while Elly, that little fake, began to suck Basil's cock as if it were an ice cream cone and was going to melt at any minute and she had better hurry or she'd miss the fun of it. I didn't know what Basil was doing-I paid no attention to him-but I felt Mrs. Devine's lips go about my cock, though she did it only after playing with my thing for several long moments.
The four-way fest was on. The camera was whirring (the lights had been turned up) and it was about the only sound in the room besides our heavy breathing and the occasional slurping sound that often goes with passionate sucking, I have noticed. I had moved down on Mrs. Devine's body until my face was buried in her privacy and now I was darting my tongue in and out of her cunt as if a demon had me in his possession. Call it "hamming" if you like, but I liked performing in front of that camera. I really did. It turned me on and all the way up. I was careful not to glance at the camera for too long a moment, but every now and then I would direct a quick glance at it and it seemed to me that the cameraman was directing all his shots at me instead of all of us. This was just a guess, however, and probably he was taking shots of each of us, or more likely, all of us at once, which was what the scene was all about-a four-way fest, Mrs. Devine had called it.
Her cunt was nice. It was wet and sweet and exciting. Even as I tongued her, I felt her going down all the way on my throbbing penis. Once or twice she appeared to get hair in her teeth and would turn her face from the camera and spit it out, but she didn't do this with distaste. She actually grinned a bit as she did it, so I guess it didn't bother her any.
"Pretty hot scene, eh, Tommy?" she murmured, her face still away from the camera. "Don't answer me," she said quickly. "Keep your tongue in me. Don't talk."
I saw the guy doing something with the lens of his camera and the thought hit me that he was taking a close-up of me sucking and tonguing Mrs. Devine. So ... I really poured it on ... I acted ... I did it up brown for the camera, though maybe I shouldn't put it that way. Later on, perhaps, I might do it up brown. I half-grinned at my little bit of silent humor and in order to hide the grin I buried my face in Mrs. Devine's crotch even farther, deeper. Man what a hot crotch this wonderful woman had. I was enjoying it like mad when the thought hit me that we were supposed to be doing a brother-sister film called The Siblings. Why the change-why the sudden shift? Mrs. Devine had said the first brother-sister scene hadn't been gotten down on film had been no good. Then why weren't we doing the brother-sister bit now, first of all, as we had done the first time. I thought I knew the answer then. Mrs. Devine was just getting another scene out of us. The first film had been good-she had simply told me a lie about it to get me to do it again, along with Elly, of course.
That Mrs. Devine. Man, was she a sharp gal. I didn't resent her using me, using us, this way strangely enough. I had a lot of respect for her instead. Funny kind of respect, I admit, but respect just the same. This woman got what she wanted out of others and did it with only a little bit of effort. That, to me, was worthy of respect.
Suddenly I became excited and had to fight like crazy to keep from going off in Mrs. Devine's mouth. I knew she would be annoyed if I ended the scene too quickly. The thing was supposed to last ... how long had she said ? . . Was it seven minutes ... nine minutes ... what?
"Blow if you want to, Tommy," she said quietly, her face turned from the camera, "but keep on fucking me in the mouth, will you-we have several more minutes to go."
She should never have put it that way. It turned me on so much that I instantly went off in her. I guess I blew in that wonderful woman's mouth for a full half-minute. God, the stuff came out of me like water over a dam. It seemed like it was never going to stop flowing-and, of course I didn't want it to because I was feeling like in seventh heaven, whatever that is. Mrs. Devine kept right on sucking my prick and the more she sucked, the more I blew. Man, it was terrific (and I'll never deny that it was-I don't care what the docs have to say about it being unnatural).
Mrs. Devine finally stopped sucking my cock and sitting up in such a way that she didn't block out Basil and Elly (who were busy going down frantically on each other, I now saw), she sat on my face, sort of. I mean she didn't sit all the way down because if she had the camera wouldn't have been able to catch me darting my tongue in and out of her box, so she sat down only part of the way, holding herself up just inches above my face. I looked up and saw all that cunt so close to my eyes. Man, it looked hot and wild. I wanted to crawl inside it. I really did. I was so damned hot now-even more than when I had been going off in her mouth-that I was ready to do anything. Mrs. Devine, I think, dug how I was feeling, for she moaned and moved her body back and forth with agitation, I guess you'd call it, and I saw a bit of spittle run from her mouth which she instantly wiped away, her face being turned away from the camera at the moment. Apparently, this hit her, the fact of her face being turned away from the camera, for she lifted herself off my body and turned completely around so that her face and tits and stuff was facing the camera and then she sat down partway on my face again. About all the camera could get of my face, I supposed, was my nose and chin and mouth because my forehead and hair was in back of her. Her ass-hole was directly above me and once or twice I dipped my tongue into it, which nearly raised her bodily off the bed. Mrs. Devine, apparently, liked being ass-tongued.
I returned to her cunt, however, it being a bit more to my liking. However, I was beginning to grow tired darting my tongue in and out at such a terrific rate of speed.
"Keep going," she murmured, probably almost without moving her lips so the camera wouldn't pick up the lip movement. "We have less than one minute to go. Now everyone," she added. "Everyone suck like crazy."
I did as she requested and out of the corner of my eye I saw Elly's head bobbing up and down on Basil's cock at a very fast rate of speed. I saw Basil stiffen, saw him-even though his face was buried in my sister's snatch-gasp and heard him cry out as Elly worked his prick. Basil cried out very loudly now, stiffened again and more so this time, and I knew he was blowing his come down my kid sister's throat. Elly appeared to like it despite the protesting she had done earlier. Protesting my foot-she had flatly refused to suck his dick. Anyhow Basil blew off in her and this made me so hot that my prick erupted, squirting my stuff all over the bed and the others lying on the bed. Some of it got in Mrs. Devine's face and hair, some even struck the cameraman, who, I later thought, must have liked it very much, he being a queer.
"Cut," Mrs. Devine screamed. "Goddamn it to hell anyway. Why didn't you tell me you were ready to blow again, you little sonofabitch?" She was yelling at me and me only.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Devine," I stammered. "I couldn't help it."
"Look at the goddamned lens," she yelled, pointing at the camera. "It's covered with your come. He didn't get the last part of the scene." I thought this was an untrue-or at least a mistaken-statement because everything that had happened must have been caught by the camera. There was just no way that it couldn't have been, except for the instant my come had struck the lens. That would have blurred up things, I supposed.
Elly and Basil had stopped their sucking. "Don't you yell at Tommy, Mrs. Devine," Elly said. "He did his part. You didn't do yours, that's all. You should have been sucking his cock, not just sitting on him. Isn't that right, Basil?" she asked Mrs. Devine's brother.
Basil, the jerk, spread his hands, climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom. He returned immediately. "Well," he said to Mrs. Devine, "what do we do now-try again later?"
"Yes," she snapped. "You're goddamned right we try again." She got off the bed and looked at me as if she'd like to strangle me.
I just grinned, but it was a nervous, dopey sort of grin.
CHAPTER 14
They locked up Elly and me in a room on the second floor of the place after giving us a couple of sandwiches and a glass of milk. I had no idea of what time it was but suspected it must be quite late. I wondered if they were going to keep us here and what our parents would do when neither of us returned home from the football game. Elly and I were lying fully clothed on the bed and neither of us said anything for a long time.
"Boy, Tommy, are we ever going to catch it when we get home," she said at length. "What will we tell mom and dad?"
"You tell me," I said shortly.
She was silent for a moment. Then: "Tommy, are you mad at me?"
"Nope."
"Tell me something," she said, flopping over on her stomach and looking at me sideways. "If they gave you bennies how did you ever get a you-know-what on?"
"Who cares? That's not important now. What is important is what's going to happen to us."
"I don't know," she said, and giggled.
"Shut up!" I cried angrily. "This is no time to be silly. We have to get out of here and get home before we're in bad trouble."
She giggled again. "Guess mom and dad are gonna be awful mad at you, huh?"
"At me? At both of us, dopey. You ought to know that much."
"But you were the one who started all this stuff, Tommy."
"Are you going to blame it all on me?" I stared at her in bewilderment.
She shook her head. "No. I guess it was my fault, too."
"Crazy," I said bitterly. "Big deal."
"Why don't you see if you can raise a window, Tommy? Maybe we can climb out on the roof or something and get away from here."
"It's an idea," I admitted. "I'll take a look."
She giggled again. "Do you know what Basil called what we did on the bed, Tommy?"
I was up on my feet now, inspecting the window. "No, what?" I asked, hardly paying any attention to her.
"He said it was a daisy-chain. Did you ever hear of that before?"
"No," I said. "Probably something he made up."
She giggled loudly. "I thought it was fun. I liked it."
I didn't bother answering her; I had something more important to do-try to get the window up. I pulled and yanked on it, shoved from underneath, did everything I could thing of, but the thing wouldn't budge. It had been painted in, as they say. The paint held it firmly. I walked to the other window and tried that one but with no good results.
"Looks like we're stuck here," I muttered.
"Tommy," she said, looking at me oddly, "I fell real hot. Would you like to do it to me?"
"We might as well. We can't get out. Why not enjoy ourselves while we can?"
"Knock it off, Elly. I have to think."
"Tommy, can't you think and do it at the same time?"
She was beginning to exasperate me. "Look, damn it. We've got to figure out some way of getting out of this place and do it soon because if we don't...."
"Dad and mom are going to go to the police and tell them we're missing. Right?"
"I suppose so."
She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, her eyes more serious-looking. "Try the door. Maybe you can figure out a way to unlock it, Tommy."
I shook my head. "They locked us in with a key. I heard them turning it in the lock."
"So what are we gonna do, Tommy?"
"Well, one thing we're not going to do and that's what you wanted a moment ago," I growled.
She pouted prettily. "I just thought we might as well as long as we're locked in, Tommy. You don't have to be mad at me, do you?"
I didn't answer her but tried the door. It was locked securely and there was no way to get it open.
"Tommy," she said, giggling once more, "do you suppose our folks will send us off to one of those places for boys and girls who do bad things?"
"You mean rehabilitation, don't you? How would I know? I do know this, Elly. If we don't get home soon we're going to be in deep trouble and that's a fact."
"Yeah," she said, her face changing expression again. "I guess you're right, Tommy. I ought to be scared, but for some reason I'm not."
"That's because you got all those bennies in you, silly. I've heard when people have that stuff in them they don't worry about anything."
"Oh..., " she said. "Do I act funny, Tommy?"
"Sort of. You giggle at the wrong times. Stuff like that."
"I want to go home," she whimpered. "Take me home, Tommy."
"It's not that easy, silly. We're locked in."
"Kick the door down. You're strong."
"Nuts," I said, disgusted with her. "That's only done on television. I can't kick a door down and neither can anyone else."
"You could try, couldn't you?"
I didn't get a chance to answer her because someone was turning a key in the lock. The door swung open and Basil stood there. He looked at me and then at Elly.
"All right, kids," he said. "Down to the studio again. We got more film now and are going to shoot the straight sibling scene, brother loving sister. Come along."
"Go to hell," I cried. "We're not doing that stuff again. You can't make us do it, either."
Basil looked me up and down. "Why not come along peacefully. No use in starting a lot of trouble-trouble for yourselves, I mean, The scene only lasts about fifteen minutes. Then you can go home, both of you."
"I don't believe you. You wouldn't dare let us go home now. You'd be afraid we'd tell on you."
His eyes shifted about. "That's not true, kid. Our operation here is about to be concluded. We're clearing out right after we get this scene on film. When we're gone you can tell anyone you like. The cops will never find us. We have a perfect hiding place."
"Don't fight with him, Tommy," Elly said, coming up to me and grabbing my arm. "They'll only beat you up."
"They won't beat me up. I won't let 'em. Besides, they couldn't have me in the film if my face was banged up."
"Don't kid yourself, boy," Basil said. "You'd better do as your sister suggests. She's got sense, this girl."
I shrugged and figured it would be better to be downstairs where I'd have at least a chance to get out of the house. "Okay, Basil," I told him, pretending I was giving in. "Let's go. We have to do as you say, I suppose. We're just a couple of kids and we can't fight four adults."
He glanced at me sharply. "Don't give me any bull, kid. If you're thinking about making a break for it, remember the boys have guns. You wouldn't want your little sister to be shot, would you?"
"If you harm her I'll-I'll..." I was mad now and had to fight to control my temper.
"What'll you do, kid?" he inquired, his face twisted into a snarl.
"Nothing," I said, and looked away from him quickly to make him think I was scared, which I wasn't.
"Downstairs, both of you," he ordered crisply. "They're waiting for us."
We went down the stairs together with Basil in the lead. I glanced at the front door when he came to the ground floor and saw it was closed and more than likely locked. I considered making a dash for the door but rejected it when I saw the two poppers come into the hall, the one named Perry carrying the gun and pointing it straight at me.
"That's just in case you try to run out on us, boy," Basil said, and grabbing my arm with one hand and Elly's arm with his other hand, he steered us into the studio room. The lights were turned on brightly and the bed was prepared. There were clean pillows and sheets on it and as I glanced about the room quickly I saw Mrs. Devine over near the camera. She was fully clothed and scarcely looked at me.
"All right, Tommy, Elly," she said. "Take off your clothing and get on the bed. I'm running the camera on this one."
Elly giggled, damn her, and I could have smacked her one, but I held my temper again and told her to remove her clothing, which she did, still giggling. I knew I shouldn't get buzzed off at her, that she was still high on bennies, but it was hard not to be angry. I took off my clothing, also, and Elly placed her hand in mine.
"We might as well do it, Tommy," she said, grinning. "Anyway, I think I want to."
"Sure," I said. "Okay, we'll do it and get it over with."
She lay down on the bed and I did, too, and right away Mrs. Devine started giving us instructions on what to do. I was to get on top of her and keep my foot about a foot apart and Elly was to spread her legs wide and bend her knees and so on. This, Mrs. Devine explained, was so they could get a good focus on my dingus going in and out. They were, of course, shooting the film in such a way that the viewer would see me from the rear lying on top of Elly. I did as she had told me to do and so did Elly.
"This is going to be a great scene," I heard Basil say to one of the other guys. "Nobody's ever shot two young kids before, not to my knowledge. It ought to sell big."
"Yes," the guy answered him. "It's going to be a big money thing, sure as can be." He even sounded like a sissy.
"Just a minute, kid," Mrs. Devine said. "Before you actually begin making love, sit up and put your arms around one another, facing the camera. Play with each other. You, Elly, take hold of your brother's thing and work it around slowly. You, Tommy, play with her titties. Let's take plenty of time at this. We want to make this film as exciting as possible."
"All right," Elly replied before I could say a word. "Sit up, Tommy, like Mrs. Devine says."
We sat up on the bed and Elly put her one arm around my shoulders while I put mine around hers. She grinned at me and winked at the grinding camera and she did it in such a way that it struck me as being funny, so I grinned back at her. I ran my hand over her titties and she took hold of my prick and ran her fingers up and down on it slowly. It was already hard, but this made it very hard. I heard Mrs. Devine mutter something about it being a fine scene so far and then I got caught up in the passion of the thing and lowered my face to Elly's tits and began to suck on one of them. Elly stiffened her body and I could tell she was having a ball doing this. My kid sister was a hot little minx, no doubt about it. She was ready for anything, and the truth was, I was getting that way more and more with each passing moment.
I squirted a little in her hand and when I did this Elly cried out and everyone in the room seemed to suck in air audibly. I guess it really sent them to see this happen.
"Can he stick it in now, Mrs. Devine?" Elly asked.
"Don't look at the camera and ask questions, kid," Mrs. Devine told her severely. "The viewer will be distracted by that. Just do hot stuff, anything you think of."
The first thing Elly did was to place her lips around my dingus and start sucking it. I couldn't stand much of this, so I yanked it out of her mouth, squirting stuff all over her face and titties. I heard the others gasp and murmur their approval and there was something about this that nearly drove me wild with desire, so I forget about Mrs. Devine's instructions to go slow with it, pushed Elly down on her back and sank the old shaft into her. I pumped it into her furiously and in no time at all I had blown my duff.
I yanked it out of her and she looked at me strangely. "Is that all, Tommy?" she asked, disappointment in her eyes.
"Come on, kid," Mrs. Devine yelled. "We haven't got even one third of the film shot. Do it again. Fool around with her, do something, damn you."
"That's all," I said. "I've shot my wad. No more."
The tallest of the two queers picked up one of the whips that stood in the corner and advanced toward the bed. He raised the whip and brought it down savagely on my back. It hurt like hell and I flinched.
"Get with it, kid," he yelled at me. "You're ruining our scene."
"You hit me again with that whip and I'm gonna knock hell out of you, damn you," I yelled back at him. I was fighting mad now.
"Don't hit him," Mrs. Devine cried out. "You can't handle this boy that way. I know him. I'll handle him."
She came over to the bed and sat down and began to play with my dingus. "Now then, Tommy. Doesn't that feel good?"
It felt great, but I was damned if I was going to admit it to her now. Not after that creep had hit me with the whip. "Leave me alone," I growled. "You and Basil get on the bed and do it. You two are brother and sister, too, so give it a try."
"We want kids to film, Tommy, not adults, Don't you understand?"
"Tell that clown to stay away from me with that goddamned whip or I'll beat his brains out."
"Why don't you be reasonable, kid?" she asked. "It'll only take about ten more minutes and then you'll be through."
* * *
Well, that's about all I have to tell you about this odd story. Mrs. Devine finally convinced me it would be stupid of me not to crawl back on top of Elly and do it to her again, so reluctantly I did so. It was while we were right in the middle of the sex act that the door of the studio burst open and there stood three policemen, plus my father and mother and Jeanie, the girl Elly had gone to the football game with. It turned out that she had overheard Basil talking to Elly, telling her where he was going to take her for "some fun" and Jeanie had rushed home and told her mother, who had called up my folks and they of course called in the police. That's the story, just about all of it. I haven't left out anything in particular but have put it down on paper just about as it all happened.
When I had finished the story and corrected it as best I knew how, I took it with me the next time I went in to see the doc. He seemed very interested in it, looked it over at some length, and asked me if I would mind if he took it home and read it.
I knew, or thought I knew, why he wanted to take it home and read it. It's common knowledge around here that he's got a frigid old wife. Every guy in the place says this, though I don't know how they found out about it, or even if it's the straight dope. At any rate, I figured the old doc wanted to read my story to his frigid old wife and see if it would stir up a fire in her.
Big deal.
That old doc gives me a pain.
He claims to know all there is to know about how guys behave. I figured him to be pretty stupid about it, if you want to know the truth.
Any guy, no matter what his age, who keeps on living with and working to support some frigid old broad doesn't know too much. What this old doc ought to do is to hunt up someone like Mrs. Devine. She'd fix him up in a hurry.
In more ways than one. That's what she did to me, that lovely, lush old bag. I wish I could get out of this stupid school long enough to throw a good you-know-what into her.
I just may do it, at that. One of these days, when they get a bit too lenient around here, I'm going to walk away from here and look her up or someone like her. It wouldn't be her. I understand they got her locked up someplace, too.
Man, how I'd like a little of that stuff right now-or for that matter, any broad. Looks like it'll be a long time before I get some if I don't just escape.
As I said, I'm thinking about it. I don't want to end up knocking donnikers like most of these other guys at the school do.
Nuts to that stuff.
APPENDIX CASE HISTORIES
The previous pages have, we believe, shown the structure of incest within the sibling syndrome. The Appendix Case Histories which follow disclose incest as it is played out in other blood relationships.
CASE HISTORY
Thirteen-year-old Janey knew it was now or never. If she were ever going to succeed in seducing her father, now was the time for it. Her mother, eight months pregnant, had gone to spend the night with grandmother, leaving Janey alone in the house with daddy. Janey knew that daddy was horny; she had heard her mother refusing him night after night for some time now. Mother had a way of speaking too loud at times, and she didn't always close their bedroom door securely. Janey had lain in her bed at night and heard almost every word that passed between daddy and mother; some of the words had been sharp, particularly the ones her father had spoken.
Yes, daddy was horny. He was very hard up. Janey had seen him on several occasions urinating in the bathroom. The bathroom was located on the ground floor of the house and it had two doors, one leading into the living room, the other into a small rear hall which had another door that led to the kitchen. The back porch could be reached easily by going through the kitchen and the hall, and Janey had deliberately and carefully gone to it upon seeing her father enter the bathroom. (The first time she had seen him urinating had been accidental.) My, how his cock had thrilled her just being able to look at it. How daddy had stood there, bending slightly forward, his cock in his right hand, held lightly, the urine squirting from the hole in his penis. The thing that had caught Janey's eye was the fact that daddy's penis was so very hard and swollen. Seeing it in this condition had driven her half wild with desire; enough so that each time thereafter, as had been stated, she would rush to the rear porch to spy on her father. Many times, now, she had seen him urinating and each time his penis was stiff and swollen and seemingly throbbing. God, how she wanted to break into the bathroom and take daddy's inflamed tube into her mouth and suck it.
Oh, God, how she would have liked to suck daddy.
Now, as Janey lay in her bed, she could hear daddy undressing in his room. She could hear him removing his trousers. When he muttered something unintelligible, she strained to hear the words but could not. Instead, she heard him toss the trousers onto a chair, apparently. The belt buckle struck something, probably the chair, and made a certain sound which she recognized. This presented a mental picture for her-that of daddy standing in the middle of the room about to remove his briefs. Janey felt a chill pass up and down her spine and she shivered deliriously. Her mouth became dry and she was obliged to run her tongue repeatedly over her lips. She was wearing shortie pajamas and her hand almost unconsciously stole down and slipped beneath the elastic of the panties. Her fingers touched her furry spot and came away moist. Janey was almost beside herself with passion now. God, how could she arrange it? How could she manage to get into daddy's bed with him? She shook her head at all of these proposals-they weren't right, weren't good enough; they wouldn't work for her.
"Damn." The single word came from her mouth without her being anything more than dimly aware of it.
Her father immediately called down the hall to her. "Did you speak to me, Janey?" he asked.
Her mouth fell open and she sat up on her bed. "N-no, daddy," she cried. "That is ... er ... no, daddy ... I didn't call ... are you ... all right, daddy?" She made her tone during the question portion of her remarks sound as sexy as she possibly could. She wondered if he would pick up on it.
Her father merely grunted and returned into his bedroom, apparently having stepped out into the hall to speak to her. She heard him get on the bed a moment later, the bedsprings groaning under his weight.
Janey pushed her panties down and stuck her finger inside herself. She moaned with pleasure and a bead of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. With her other hand she wiped it away, the moisture of it making her even more aware of the passionate condition she was in.
"Daddy," she whispered to herself. Just saying the word made her feel hot. "Daddy," she repeated, almost in a whine. Then: "I need to fuck you so." God, how she wanted to get out of her bed and go to his and crawl in and whisper dirty words to him. Oh, God, what was she to do?
What she did do, then, was to climb out of bed, making certain the shade was drawn down over the window, and inspect her body in the full-length mirror. Her pajama panties were already pushed down halfway to her knees, so all she had to do was lift the upper part of her nightclothes to reveal her thirteen-year-old titties. They were small but round and pink and very, very pretty. Janey knew they were pretty. All the boys said they were and besides she had compared her titties to those of other girls, in some cases girls who were quite a bit older. Janey's breasts had never suffered by the comparisons. Now, she stood in front of the mirror thinking of daddy and his fat, hard prick; a bit of moisture trickled down her thighs. Her chin shot up; her eyes narrowed and she knew she was going to make the attempt to seduce her father. She was ready. No matter if he became shocked at her action. No matter if he told her mother later. No matter if he utterly rejected her or scolded her for being lewd-she was going to make the attempt-and now.
She ran lightly down the hall, having allowed her pajamas to fall back in place properly. She stopped near daddy's door and observed that the light was off in his room. Taking a deep breath and shivering with apprehension, she tried the door and found it was standing ajar. She entered the room and went directly to the bed.
"Daddy," she said softly. "I'm scared, daddy."
He must have been about to drift off into sleep, for when he spoke he sounded odd. "Huh?
What is it? Who is it? Is that you, Janey?"
"Yes, daddy. I ... er ... was having a bad dream, I guess. I'm scared. Can I ... sleep with you, daddy ... please?" Janey was a good little actress-she managed to inject just the right amount of pathetic entreaty into her tone.
Her father was now sitting up and groping for the light switch. Janey moved between him and the bed lamp because she didn't want him to see the lust in her eyes, the lust she was certain was there. It had been there a few moments before when she had studied herself in the mirror.
"You're in my way, Janey," he said. "I can't reach the light."
"Never mind the light, daddy. I just want to crawl in bed with you because I'm terribly scared of the ... dream I just had." She hoped he wouldn't ask her what the dream was about or mention the fact that he had spoken to her only a few minutes ago. Much to her relief he did neither.
"Get in bed, then," he told her gruffly. "Seems to me you're a big enough girl not to..." He didn't finish the sentence, but she knew what he had been about to say. "Big enough girl not to have to crawl in with your parents when you have a bad dream."
Janey smiled in the darkness of the room. "I guess I'm just a little girl at heart, daddy," she said, making her voice sound very young.
Daddy chuckled and turned over on his side, making room for her to crawl in by so doing. "All right, honey. Climb in and go to sleep. Daddy has to get up in the morning, you know. I can't talk all night."
Janey's heart was thumping wildly now. Her hands actually shook as she pulled the sheet up and lay down on the bed underneath it. Daddy's body was throwing off considerable heat which only made her hotter. Her lips dry again, she moistened them several times as she pretended to adjust her sleeping position by moving her body about on the bed. What she was actually doing was allowing her hips and thighs to brush against daddy's legs and ass in the hopes of stirring him up.
"What's the matter, kitten," he asked from out of the darkness. "Can't you get comfortable?"
"That dream," she said softly. "The one I just had. It's made me fidgety, I guess." Saying this, she turned her tummy toward daddy's back and deliberately pushed her loins up against his buttocks.
Daddy moved away slightly.
Janey's heart seemed to catch in her throat.
She lay very quietly now, wondering if her father could hear the terrific hammering of her heart or sense the wild state of passion she was in. He moved his ass back a little and it touched her front. A shot of moisture sped from her slit and ran down her thighs. God, how she wanted to reach over daddy's body and feel of his penis. She wondered if he was hard or soft. It was a long minute later that he turned and accidentally brushed his rod against her leg.
Janey's hair seemed to stand on end.
Daddy tvas hard-very, very hard.
Should she say something to him? Should she let him know it was all right to ... touch her that way ?
"Janey," he said softly, "did you really have a bad dream?" There it was-the question. Now was her time to put things right, to make an overt move so he would understand and ... who knew? ... perhaps accept the situation and do something nice about it.
She was careful with her answer. She had to be careful. This was a delicate spot. "Why ... do you ask, daddy?" she whispered.
He was silent for a moment. "You ... just ... wanted to sleep ... with ... daddy ... isn't that it, kitten?"
She hesitated on purpose until just the right moment to answer. Then: "Y-Yes, daddy," she whispered. "I just wanted to sleep ... with you."
She heard the long, deep sigh escape his lips and she waited for what seemed to be an hour.
"You know, don't you, kitten, that your mother has been ... refusing me now for some time?"
She hesitated just a moment again before whispering her answer. "Y-Yes, daddy."
He was silent now though he moved slightly on the bed and once again she felt his rock-like penis accidentally brush against her thigh. She moaned at the contact and he jerked away as if startled. He spoke a moment later. "I think you'd better go to your own bed, kitten." His voice shook as he uttered the words and this fact was not lost on Janey.
"No, daddy," she whispered, taking her courage in hand. "I want to ... take the place of ... mother while she is ... the way she is."
The intake of his breath was sudden and loud. "Kitten," he cried softly, "you mustn't speak that way to daddy ... it's cruel."
Now was her chance. Impulsively and with great eagerness she threw her arm over his body and felt the shudder occur in him when her hand came in contact with the flesh of his tummy. She could feel the soft, silky hair on his tummy and this nearly drove her wild with desire. "Oh ... daddy..." she murmured hesitantly. "Oh ... daddy..."
He was breathing quite hard now. She could hear his intake and expulsion of air again and she knew he was becoming worked up. Wonderful! She moved her hand downward on his tummy until her fingers felt the hair she knew lay just above his penis. So far, she had not felt his penis and, idly, she wondered why. It was not until she lifted her hand a couple of inches that the back of it touched his quivering erection. Immediately, he groaned and pushed her hand away.
"You ... mustn't ... kitten ... you ... mustn't do that to daddy."
"Oh, daddy, it's all right. I know you are in need ... and so am I, daddy. I'm not a child anymore, I'm a big girl now. Here ... feel of me ... see for yourself." She meant for him to fondle her breasts, but he made no move to touch her with his hands.
"Kitten," he cried, his voice dropping with passion, "if you don't go back to your own bed, I'm afraid of what will happen to you."
"I don't mind, daddy," she said boldly. "I love you. I really do."
His body was shaking violently now and she could just barely hear him swearing under his breath. "Kitten," he said, his voice very unsteady now, "will you please go to your room immediately. I can't ... stand this sort of ... thing."
Her answer was to seize his penis and run her fingers up and down on it in a jacking motion, causing her father to groan again and to beat the side of the bed, apparently with his clenched fist. "Doesn't that feel good, daddy?" Janey asked, excitement coursing through her savagely. "May I play with your cock, daddy dear?" She suspected that putting it this way would have a terrific effect on him and she was correct. He groaned and thrashed about, but once again attempted to push her hand away. "Don't do that, daddy. Don't make me stop. I want to help you feel better."
"Oh, my God, kitten, you're driving me insane."
"If you're worried about mother finding out, don't be. I promise to keep this a secret always. I'll never tell anyone, daddy, not ever."
"Oh, honey," he moaned, "I'm so hard up for sex I'm ready to ... to ... I'm ready ... to ... goddamn it ... I can't do it." Saying these last few words, he jerked himself away from her and moved over on the bed. She could feel the bed quivering from his jerking, passionate body.
"Daddy," she said softly. "Please fuck me ... please!"
He jumped when he heard the naughty word and for a brief and horrible moment Janey thought she had erred, had gone too far. She waited quietly, though inwardly she was teeming with fear, for him to rebuke her. He did nothing of the kind but merely moaned and thrashed about on the bed as he had done previously.
"Daddy," she said softly, "don't be afraid. I won't tell mother. Not ever. There's nothing to fear. I love you. You're my daddy."
His voice shook when he spoke out of the darkness. "Fathers are not supposed to have ... sex with their daughters, dear."
"I know," she said quickly. "But you're so hard up for it. I've seen how you are, all nervous and edgy and everything. I only want to help you by offering the use of my ... body."
His answer was a groan again and this time he sounded as if he were suffering.
She waited for a long moment, then: "Turn over, daddy. Let me play with your peter. I do so want to take it in my hand."
She waited again and finally was rewarded by both feeling his turning over and hearing it. The bedsprings squeaked noisily and she almost giggled at the sound, having no idea of why it should cause her to do this, but perhaps it was a tension reliever. When daddy was on his side, his front aimed at her, she moved closed to him and accidentally scraped her forehead against his stiff beard. This sent a chill up and down her spine and she actually shivered. The shiver was a pleasant feeling and not at all the opposite. Daddy was very quiet now save for his deep, fast breathing. She put forth her hand and touched his tummy as she had earlier. She pulled the hair on his tummy gently, a wave of passion pouring through her slender but shapely body as she did so.
"Oh ... daddy ... I hope I'm good for you," she whispered.
"Do it," he said hoarsely. "Do it. I'm nearly dying."
She ran her hand down his tummy until she felt the terribly hard object that protruded from between his legs. She had never touched a grown man's penis, though she had certainly caressed boys' rods on several occasions. A boy's thing, she soon discovered, was as nothing compared to an adult man's. Oh, God, how she wanted to place her lips about daddy's erection and suck him off. God, how she wanted to.
But she was not quite bold enough for that move. Not yet.
"Oh, daddy," she said as she jacked his prick gently. "I love you so."
Her father ran his hands over her body in the most exciting way imaginable. He felt of her ass first, then moved between her legs with his fingers, then went up to her titties and fondled them so roughly that Janey had a slight orgasm.
"Daddy," she sighed, and kissed his tummy wetly.
Something wet and sticky struck her on the forehead and she knew, of course, what it was.
"My God," she heard him cry out. "My God, kitten, I'm hot."
Janey wanted to talk dirty now. She wanted to say all the things that hot young girls so often want to say to their fathers but never dare. "Daddy," she said. "Fuck it all over me, please." What an odd way to put it, she thought later.
"Kitten, where did you ever learn to talk like this?" he asked, his voice even more hoarse now than before.
"I can't help it, daddy. I love you so much ... you make me ... hot."
"Oh, my God," he cried, but did not pull away from her as she jacked him again. "What am I doing?"
"You're having fun with me, daddy," she whispered, and ran her tongue down the entire length of him from his neck to his prick. Taking his prick in her mouth, she ran her tongue over the head of it and felt the sudden, hot gush of thick male milk into her mouth. She swallowed it, her heart hammering unmercifully, and sucked him hard, trying to obtain more of the maddening fluid. He did not blow into her again, however, so, in surprise, she pulled her mouth away. "Don't you want me to suck your prick, daddy?" she asked, sounding like a very naughty child. "I'd like very much to suck your prick a long time. I want you to get it all out of you, daddy, all of it." Saying this, she kissed his balls passionately. How wonderful, she thought, that her father never wore night clothing. It made everything so much easier and it was so exciting to be in bed with a man who was naked. "Daddy," she went on, "why don't you say something? Tell me I make you hot-something."
He had been squeezing her breasts. Now he pushed her panties down to her knees and inserted his finger into her cunt. "You make me very hot, kitten," he cried in her ear. "You make me so hot I'm afraid I'll explode through the roof."
"Just explode in my body, daddy," she replied, half giggling. "That's where you should explode, not through the roof."
He pulled his finger out of her cunt abruptly. "Take off your pajamas," he ordered her crisply. "Hurry."
She let go of his erection reluctantly and removed her pajamas, tossing the tops and the bottoms to the floor recklessly. "There, daddy," she whispered crazily. "I'm all here naked and hot and stuff and ready for you to fuck."
"My God, I never knew you ... you knew about such things."
"I'm thirteen, daddy. That means I'm a woman." Well, almost, she corrected silently.
"Tell me, Kitten," he asked hoarsely. "Have you ever done this with a boy?"
"Oh, daddy, don't ask me that. Good grief."
"All right, all right, I'm sorry," he said hastily. "I won't ask you. I have no ... right to ask you that. Not now."
"I didn't mean it that way, daddy," she cried passionately. "I just meant that I was ... embarrassed to have my father ask me such a question." She was not, however, embarrassed enough to refrain from kissing his hard-on wetly.
"Oh, brother," he gasped, "when you do that I nearly take leave of my senses."
"Want me to suck you off, daddy, all the way? Would you like to fuck your kitten in the mouth, huh?"
"Jesus Christ, where did you learn to talk so sexily?"
"Never did before, daddy. It seems to come natural with you because I love you so much."
"God, you're a hot kid. I never realized it before, so help me."
"If I suck your cock, will you suck my cunt, daddy?" Janey asked, ignoring what he had said.
"Oh, honey. I'll do anything you want me to do. I'm half out of my mind."
"Very well," she said, kissing his prick and then spreading her legs. "Stick your tongue up my cunt, daddy, and make me come. Oh, I do so want to come, daddy."
Her father lifted her left leg and put it over his head. He then lowered himself on the bed and buried his face in her snatch. She felt his whiskers against her young-girl flesh and the prickly feeling made her shiver wonderfully. His hot, wet tongue raked her crotch from top to bottom. She cried out because of the marvelous feeling that passed through her. It caused her to shudder violently, leaving her weak and gasping for breath.
"Oh, daddy," she moaned. "I can't stand it. Put it in. Get on top of me. Fuck me, daddy. I want you to fuck me."
He lifted his head and moved away from her slightly. Fearing he was going to stop his activities, she clutched at his arm attempting to pull him on top of her. He was much too strong for her, however, and easily resisted her efforts. "Don't pull on me, kitten," he said, but the words were not unkind. "If you want to pull something, you know what to do."
"Daddy," she moaned, "I'm so hot I'm about to go up in smoke. Honest. Won't you please fuck me? I want to feel your rock-hard prick rammed up inside of my cunt. Oh ... just thinking about it makes me come."
"I don't want to put it in kitten. I'm afraid you might ... get pregnant. That would be terrible. I. . . "
"Daddy," she sobbed. "Don't say that. Please don't talk that way to me. I want to fuck you, daddy. I think I've wanted to fuck you ever since I was a little child."
He was silent for a long moment. "Really?" he said then, his voice strange sounding. "My God, what an odd thing to hear from my own kid."
"I know you have a need to be fucked," she cried passionately. "I'm offering my body, my young, thirteen-year-old body. Don't you want to? Wouldn't you like to blow your whang inside my tight, little cunt?"
He groaned. "How you do talk, kitten. I swear, when you're married, you'll drive your husband deliciously nuts."
"Never mind my imaginary husband. How about you, daddy. Do you mind if I play with your nuts?"
He was silent again momentarily. "You know, don't you, that all of this is very wrong."
"Is it, daddy? Why is it wrong?"
He sighed in the darkness. "Never mind. I'm not so sure right now that it is. Forget I said that. You may play with my ... nuts, if you wish."
"And can I suck your cock again, daddy?"
Once again he sighed. "Yes, dear. You may suck my cock as well." He cleared his throat. "I mean, you may suck it again." He chuckled oddly. "You've got me so mixed up I hardly know what I'm saying."
Janey was puzzled by this. What he had said sounded all right to her. She didn't allow herself to dwell on his remark, however, but promptly lowered her face to his still-quivering penis and slipped her lips around the head of it. Daddy's prick tasted rather sweetish, she thought. She liked the taste of it and she liked the taste even better when he suddenly gushed a little come into her mouth. Swallowing it down eagerly, she sucked his swollen tube fiercely until he pulled her head away from his parts and forced her down onto her back.
"Daddy," she moaned, "are you going to get on top now?"
"Y-Yes, kitten," he said, his voice sounding slightly hesitant. "I know it's wrong, but I can't help myself."
"Stick your prick in me, daddy, and don't think about whether it's right or wrong. Think about the hot fun it will be." Janey spread her legs wide and closed her eyes even though it was so dark in the room she couldn't see anything. She wanted her eyes closed so she could concentrate on the sensation of feeling daddy's erection being rammed into her cunt. "Stick it in, daddy," she cried passionately. "Don't make me wait any longer."
He lay down on top of her and his weight was considerable. It caused her to gasp for breath. Evidently he noticed this, for his weight became less noticeable, apparently because he was resting on his left arm, though Janey was not sure of this (nor for that matter did she care). She felt the head of his prick being pressed against her cunt, and then suddenly it slipped between the cunt lips and plunged into her, causing her to grunt and raise her head. She made a face because of the sudden pain of it, but she was scarcely aware of this. God, how nice it was to have naked daddy on top of her, his body hot and moist, his prick hard and slippery. What made his prick slippery? Ah, yes. She was doing that. Her own lubricating processes had moistened his erection, allowing it to slip in and out of her cunt easily, but not too easily and not all the way out.
Janey suddenly realized that Daddy had a very large, fat cock, and that he was an expert at using it in a cunt.
His cock was so fat that it was stretching her cunt's lips a very great deal. For a few moments she wondered with a feeling akin to horror, if it might turn out that she was inadequate to receive his offerings. That is, what would happen if his prick continued to swell and became impossible for her to handle? What a ghastly though this was. Fortunately this further swelling did not take place and she discovered that she could take him, but only barely. My, daddy's cock was a fat one. A noisy one, too. It was presently making a sort of slurping sound, somewhat like the one made when some people eat soup. This struck Janey as being giggle stuff, and despite her intense passion she giggled softly.
Daddy stopped fucking her immediately. "What's wrong?" he growled near her ear. "What's so funny, kitten?"
Janey stopped her giggling fast. "Nothing's funny, daddy. I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that. Does my cunt feel tight and snug for you, daddy? Gee, I hope so."
He began to move in her again, his fat cock rubbing the edges of her cunt lips and going deep into her and touching her most sensitive area. Janey shivered with pleasure and wrapped her legs about daddy's butt. Hooking her ankles together, she held him in position with all of her desperate, hot strength. Daddy, apparently, seemed to like her in this position, for he sped up his cock strokes and began to whisper dirty words in her ear. "Fuck, cunt, cunt lapper, gism, blow job," he muttered without making any sense with his words. "Fuck, cunt, blow me off, kitten, take my gism from me, honey," he added, now sounding a bit more comprehensible. "God, you're a hot little kid. Never knew my kid was such a hot fucker."
"Oh, daddy," Janey groaned beneath him. "I love to hear you talk dirty while your cock goes in and out of my cunt. Fuck me faster, daddy.
Fuck me awful fast, please."
He increased his speed, his great, fat dong going deep into her twat. "Like this, kitten?" he asked, grunting the words.
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "You have such a wonderful prick, daddy. I think I'm ... going ... to have ... a blow ... oh ... oh ... oh ... daddy..." It was true. Janey had her first really good orgasm and it only served to make her even more hot and bothered. "Fuck my cunt, daddy dear," she rasped in his ear. "Fuck the pee out of me, honey." It did not sound odd to her ears when she used the word of endearment. After all, she was not, as of now, his daughter, but his female and his female was taking his prick deeply into her cunt.
"Oh, this is good, good," he muttered. "God, how I have needed this."
"You can fuck me right along," she whispered. "As much as you want to. I love you. I love to be fucked by you, daddy. Your cock is so beautiful, it feels so wonderful in me."
"Must be careful ... your mother ... We must be very careful."
"I will be, daddy," she whispered. "She'll never find out from me. Honest. I want to have you fuck me too much to ever tell anyone."
He increased his speed again, poking his fat cock even more deeply into her. She placed her hands on his buttocks, wondering if he might perhaps tell her not to do this, for some reason, but he didn't. He appeared to barely notice, so she dug her finger into his ass-flesh and then, a few moments later, stuck a finger up his ass-hole. She felt him flinch and then heard him gasp. With her other hand she pinched his balls lightly, carefully, not wanting to cause him unpleasantness or pain. This would not be good. It would turn him off and she didn't want daddy turned off. She wanted him turned on and up, the higher the better. God, how wonderful it was to have your own father fuck you.
"Fuck me, daddy," she cried, putting the thought into words. "It's so wonderful having you fuck me, daddy. Squirt your juice up my cunt. I want it so much."
He stiffened his body, increasing his speed tremendously now and she knew that he was approaching the high point. Pumping her loins at him, attempting to raise her body as much as possible, she continued to clutch at his balls with one hand and to poke her finger up his ass-hole with the other. She was so hot now she thought her head was going to fall off.
Daddy's body became extremely warm now, even hot. He was sweating considerably, the water running from his body to hers and mixing with her own sweat. She had no more than fully realized this than she felt his body stiffening and then jerking and shuddering violently. She held her breath, knowing he was about to spew forth his manliness into her wet slit. When it happened, it seemed to come slowly at first, in little spurts and squirts and then, finally, when he cried out seemingly in some sort of wild desperation, the fluid hit her with great force. His cock continued to pump in her cunt as the male milk, thick and sticky and wonderful, filled her cunthole to the point of running out of her and wetting her thighs and ass. Oh, God, how lovely it was to lie in daddy's cock juice. To have it squirting into you and running out of you all over everything. What a delicious odor there was to it-how nice it would be to have it in the mouth.
"Daddy," she squealed after a time, "did you like shooting your wad up my cunt?"
Daddy was lying still now. On top of her yet, but not moving. He was breathing extremely fast still. "Wonderful," he gasped. "Wonderful cunt. like it. Wonderful. God, how I needed that, kitten."
"I know you did," she returned. "I've heard mother refusing you a lot of times lately."
He took a deep breath and let his air out in a sudden whoosh. "Mustn't blame your mother. She's not feeling at all well. Having a baby is sometimes a very uncomfortable process.
"Nuts," Janey couldn't refrain from saying. "She's just giving you a line. I'll bet if I was knocked up I'd be fucking right up to the moment the doctor grabbed the kid." Janie giggled at her own remark.
Daddy was strangely silent. He pulled his cock out of her and fell over heavily on his back. "Better go back to your own room now, kitten," he said, his voice sounding strange again.
"Don't want to," she replied stubbornly. "I want to suck your cock, daddy. I really do want to, you know."
"Good grief," he muttered, "are you always this hot, kitten?"
"Only when I think about you and your long, fat cock, daddy."
"How long ... have you been thinking about ... getting to me, Janey?" he asked, his voice sounding different now.
She giggled a little. "Ever since I was a child, daddy." She bit her lips. "I suppose you still think of me as a child, daddy, but I'm not."
He was silent again momentarily. "I think I have just discovered you are no longer a child, Janey. Now ... perhaps you had better go to your own bed and let daddy get some sleep."
"No, daddy," she cried. "Mother will be home tomorrow night. I won't get another chance to be with you. It may be week or more before ... before ... you can cockhole me. Please ... let me suck your cock. I want you to really go off in my mouth, not just a little like you did earlier."
"Why do you want to suck my cock?" he asked. "I just fucked your cunt, dear. Isn't that enough for one night? "
"It would be if I were sure I could have it again tomorrow night, but I'm not sure. Don't you understand me?"
"Y-Yes," he replied with seeming hesitation. "Do you really want to suck it, kitten?" His voice sounded excited somewhat now.
"Yes, I really do. I just love the feel of it in my mouth, between my lips. Does this mean I'm a bad ... girl, daddy?"
"N-No. No of course, not, dear. It means ... you are very passionate. That's all." He got up from the bed.
"Where are you going, daddy?" she asked, alarm in her tone.
"To the bathroom. I must wash my donniker before you suck me off, kitten."
"I don't mind it the way it is, daddy."
"Just the same, I'm going to give it a good washing. You wait right there, dear."
"Could I come with you? I'd like to see you naked. It's so dark in here and..."
Apparently, he was considering this, for it was half a minute before he spoke." Very well, Janey. Come to the bathroom with me. I hope you know what you're doing, wanting to expose your body to me."
Janey hadn't said she wanted to expose her body to him, but in addition to seeing his cock and balls, to seeing the whole of his nudity, she actually did want to expose her own charms to her father. Daddy was very smart, she reasoned. He had picked up on this immediately. She knew she had a nice "golden girl" type of body. She thought that having him see her naked would excite him as well as impress on him how very important it was to have a young daughter who was eager to fuck him. This would help her to "get to" him at some future date, hopefully not too far into the future. Janey climbed out of bed, her young girl titties jouncing about in the dark. Wait till daddy saw them in the light of the bathroom. A few drops of moisture emerged from her slit as she groped her way around the foot of the bed to where daddy was standing in the doorway. The light from her bedroom shone down the hallway and by means of it she could see the outline of his nude body. When she came close to him, he started down the stairs, evidently wanting to go to the downstairs bathroom instead of the one upstairs. She excitedly followed him down the semi-darkened stairs. Daddy didn't turn on a light in the living room as they crossed it on his way to the bathroom and Janey didn't do so either, though she would have liked to, would have liked to see him naked in the living room. There could be something wildly exciting about seeing one's own father naked in the living room where she had so many times seen him fully clad.
He pulled open the bathroom door but did not turn on the light until she had entered the small room with him.
Then he did so.
Janey gasped.
His cock, hard and erect, was pointed straight at her tummy. Daddy was much taller than she and his crotch was higher up from the floor. This caused the top of his erection to be only inches below her titties. Janey stared down at the swollen purplish head of daddy's prick and moistened her lips eagerly, nervously.
"Oh, daddy," she said for the umpteenth time that night. "What a lovely, fat cock you have." More moisture ran down her thighs. "May I suck it now ... before you wash it?"
He patted her on the head, his blue eyes filled with lust. "In just a moment, kitten. I want to run a little water over it. I like having my cock clean at all times, dear." He coughed. "Your mother taught me that."
In spite of herself, Janey felt a little stab of jealousy, but she said nothing all during the time daddy washed his prick in the sink. She stood silently as he dried his cock and balls and crotch region in general. Then he put the towel away and turned about, his loins shot forward in a most lewd manner. His cock was still very hard, very swollen and very fascinating to look at. Janey felt her heart flip-flop inside of her and as she reached out her hand to touch him there, she shivered from sheer delight. Daddy shot his loins forward a bit more and his rock-hard tube struck her outstretched hand, slipping between her fingers hotly and eagerly. Daddy's eyes were closed now and he was holding onto the towel rack for support.
"Drop to your knees, kitten. I want you to suck me off from a kneeling position."
"All right, daddy. Gee, it's so pretty and nice."
Janey dropped to her knees quickly and ran her tongue over the head of his prick.
"Oh, God," her father gasped. "That feels so damned good, kitten." He shot his prick further into her mouth, nearly gagging her, it went down her throat so far. She pulled away and got a breath of air and immediately took his prong between her lips again. "Oh," her father cried. "Wonderful, darling, wonderful. Can you suck it harder?"
She removed her lips. "Yes, daddy. I can suck your prick till you're ready to explode like a bomb."
"Then suck it, kitten. I'm so hot. I'm burning up with passion."
Janey felt his cock swelling to much greater proportions. She knew suddenly that she could not suck him off, that he was growing too large for her. With a desperate little cry she yanked her lips from the hardened prick and looked up at his lust-filled eyes wildly. "Daddy," she moaned, "you are too big for me. I can't suck you off after all."
The look that passed over his face was a fearful one to her. "Oh yes, you can, kitten," he cried fiercely. "You're not going to set me up like this and then refuse to suck me off. I won't permit you to do this."
"I can't help it," she cried. "Your cock is too large for my mouth."
"You refuse to suck me off?" he thundered.
"I can't, daddy, I just can't," she wailed.
He threw her to the floor and fell on top of her. Holding her head in his powerful hands, he forced her to fellate him to a powerful release.
CASE HISTORY II
Jenny was a pretty girl of fourteen. Her parents were of the upper middle class, her father a dentist, her mother a do-gooder. Both of them were constantly involved with matters that took place outside of the home and neither seemed to pay much attention to Jenny's wants and needs other than the everyday ones. Jenny was often left to her own devices and when an imaginative young girl has that amount of "freedom," she is apt to come up with something interesting.
The "something interesting" was a great carnal fondness for her grandfather, a handsome man of fifty-five, who looked ten years younger because he had stayed in shape his entire life. There was not an ounce of surplus flesh on him. He could soundly whip most young men on a tennis court and had been known to shoot in the low seventies at golf. In his youth he had been a star football player, an excellent baseball pitcher, and a fine horseman, none of which activities he engaged in any more.
Jenny, as has been stated, was an imaginative young girl who knew what she wanted and how to obtain it. Apparently, she did. In the case of her grandfather (her mother's father-his name was Jerome Hartman), she positively knew what she wanted. She wanted him to get on top of her young body and fuck her until she went absolutely wild. The trouble was that her grandfather was not quite the sort of man who could be easily seduced by his own granddaughter. Jerome Hartman had always been quite a ladies' man, but topping his granddaughter was probably something he had not yet contemplated.
Jenny surmised this and sought for a way to get him interested in fucking her. Inasmuch as her parents were away from the house much of the time, it was a relatively simple matter to contrive to be alone with her grandfather because he lived next door. All she had to do was to go next door and enter the house, after discreetly knocking, of course. Her grandfather had told her she must always knock before entering. This had intrigued her no end and caused her to wonder what it was he did that called for a warning, for she was convinced that was what it was-a warning.
Why would a pretty, young girl want her grandfather to make love to her? A good question and one hard to answer. Possibly because she felt he was the only one in her family capable of love. It may have been that she was subconsciously striking back at her mother for not paying sufficient attention to her. What better way to even the score with one's mother than to seduce one's mother's father? What an accomplishment it would be. Perhaps this was the thought that ran through her subconscious often.
Who could say? Even Jenny did not know the answer. She knew, simply enough, that she had a very strong hankering to be topped by her grandfather, that fine-looking, white-haired man who was "all man and four-yards wide," as she had once described him.
It was summer. Her father was at the office, her mother was away from home doing something or other "for the community," and Jenny happened to see her grandfather in his rear yard wearing only shorts and shoes. His nicely tanned, powerful-looking body caused her pulse to race and she knew she was going to try to seduce him. The first thing she did was to take a shower quickly, dry her body and put on the sexiest article of clothing she owned-a white bikini. She studied herself in a full-length mirror for several minutes, decided she looked great, and went next door, pretending she did not see her grandfather standing in the rear yard. She walked over near him, stopped when he obviously saw her, and smiled seductively at him.
"Hello, grandfather," she said sweetly. "What are you doing?" Without waiting for his answer, she ran over to him and put her arms about his bare flesh and pressed her cheek against the hair of his chest. "Oh, that tickles, the hair, I mean. Gee, grandfather, you're so manly-looking. I'll bet all the girls were crazy about you." She pulled her face away from his chest and glanced up at him. God, he was young-looking. He looked younger than her father did, a lot younger. "I'll bet they still are," she added, her arms still wrapped about him tightly. She kissed his chin.
"My goodness," he said, seemingly astonished, "why all the affection?" Grandfather's expression was slightly strained. There was a look about him that told her he had just had a sex thought and felt guilty about it.
Jenny had smelled the odor of liquor on his breath and this thrilled her. Men were easily aroused when they had had a drink or two. She knew this, having heard her father tell her mother one time. "Why are you standing in the yard, grandfather?" she asked, still with her arms about him. "Let's go inside and you gimme a sip of your beer, huh?" She winked at him as she spoke.
"Haven't been drinking beer, Jenny," he said, "but you have a good idea there. It's hot enough for a beer or two. Whiskey makes me warmer than before I drink it."
"Makes you warmer ... how, grandfather?" she asked, a mischievous look in her dark eyes. She brushed her black hair away from her face so she could see his handsome face better.
He seemed ill at ease, not much, only slightly so. "You ask the strangest questions, Jenny. Makes me warmer is a simple statement. Whiskey makes me feel warm, too warm on a day like today."
"I'd like to have a beer with you, grandfather." Jenny knew, of course, that he knew her parents did not object to her drinking one beer as long as she did it in front of them and didn't do it in a car with a boy. Maybe they didn't really care if she drank beer in a car with a boy. They just said they did. She knew that what they said and what they meant were not necessarily the same thing. "Could I have a beer with you, grandfather? Huh, please?" Jenny pressed her body against him ever so carefully. It wouldn't do to frighten him off. She was elated and excited when he took a sudden deep breath and did not try to move away from her.
"Very well," he said, his voice sounding slightly odd. "Let's go in and have that beer. Be sure to tell your mother where you got it, though."
"Sure, grandfather. I'll tell her. Gee, I wouldn't want her to think I'd been out with a boy in a car ... doing naughty ... things." She squeezed his chest when she said the words "naughty things." She hoped he got the message and was almost certain that he had.
They entered his house and she noticed he took pains to leave the rear door open even though the air conditioning was turned on.
"Grandfather," she said, "close the door. You'll let your house get all ... hot and everything." God, how she liked to use words like "hot" to him. They made her become very moist in the crotch, a most pleasurable experience.
He sighed but went to the door and closed it. He then took two beers from the refrigerator and opened them, giving one to her. Sitting down across from him at the table, she took great care to let him see the outline (and more) of her titties. She did this by bending over a lot as if to examine her shoes. She knew he was catching glimpses of her exciting, young breasts-the expression on his handsome face told her this. She wondered if grandfather were growing ever so little in his pants. She fervently hoped so.
"Grandfather," she said after both had taken a sip of beer, "why haven't you ever got married again? Don't you like ... women?"
He smiled, revealing his almost perfect, white teeth. "Of course I like women, dear. Why shouldn't I?"
She grinned at him impishly. "I just wondered," she said. "I always thought ... men had to ... have a woman around. Isn't that true, grandfather?"
He frowned ever so slightly. "Women are very nice," was all he would say to this.
"But that's not what I meant, grandfather," she persisted, though carefully. "Isn't it true that men have to have a ... female?" She glanced at him quickly to discover his reaction of her use of "female" instead of "woman."
He shook his head without quite meeting her burning gaze. "No, it's not true that men have to have a ... woman. Women are very nice, but it is possible for a man to liveer-without one."
She became suddenly bolder. "But wouldn't it be nice if you had a female to ... go to bed with, grandfather?"
He broke into a self-conscious grin and his face reddened ever so little. "Now what kind of talk is that from a young girl, Jenny?"
"Kids talk more freely than they used to, grandfather. You know that."
He said nothing and did not look at her, but simply took a swallow of his beer. She knew she had to do something to arouse him, but what could she do short of dropping her shorts or pulling off the halter part of her bikini? She couldn't do things of this nature. Not until she knew for sure that he wanted to fuck her and was willing to get down to cases about it. She thought she could tell he was sexually aroused, but, dammit, he managed to cover up things so well that she was uncertain enough to cause her to hold back from making a really overt move. God, how she would have liked to blurt out something like: "Good God, grandfather, get with it and fuck me. Can't you see I've got hot pants for you. Don't you want to ram your pecker up my cunt?" How nice it would be to talk this way to him.
"Grandfather," she said carefully, "have you ever been to one of those topless restaurants?"
Now he stared her straight in the eye. "As a matter-of-fact, I have. Why do you ask, Jenny?" He lifted his beer to his lips while continuing to stare into her dark eyes.
"Then you won't mind if I remove this dumb halter," she said, keeping her face straight. She unhooked the thing and pulled it and placed it on the tabletop before he could say a word. She saw his handsome blue eyes dart to her titties and she knew a moment of sheer ecstasy when she saw the look of lust appear in them.
"Jenny," he said, getting up from the table, apparently so he could turn his back to her and thus avert seeing her flesh. "Hadn't you better put that thing back on?"
"It's so uncomfortable, grandfather. Besides, you just said you've been to topless restaurants so a girl's titties shouldn't bother you much."
"Jenny," he said, his voice thick. "I'm your grandfather."
Now was the time to lay it on the line and she knew it. "That's okay, grandfather. I don't mind if you see my titties. They won't bite you." She wondered if he would bite them, however. She wished he would. "Look right at them, grandfather, and you'll see they're just titties. Turn around. Come on," she coaxed, as if he were the child and she the adult.
He turned about and looked at her. "I'm going to ask you something, Jenny, so please answer me truthfully, as I know you will." He paused.
"Have you got hot pants?" His face reddened when he said the last two words.
There was not time like the present, she knew. "Yes, grandfather. I have hot pants. I'd like to ... do something."
"You caner-get in trouble, you knower-do you follow me, child?"
There was a fine opening at last. "I'll follow you anywhere, grandfather, even into your bed." She watched him carefully now, half in anticipation, half in fear.
"You'd like to go to bed with me?" he asked, his eyes very, very strange now.
"Yes, grandfather. I would. I'd like you to crawl on top of me and make a woman out of me. I'm tired of being just a girl."
He bit his lips. "But your mother ... your father..." He broke off, his face growing redder.
"They'll never know. I'll never tell anyone, grandfather. Take me to bed, please. I want you to do it to me so very bad."
"The world is getting crazier every minute," he muttered almost unintelligibly.
She understood his words. "Could be, grandfather, but think of how much you would enjoy getting your thing into my young-girl pussy. Doesn't just thinking about it turn you on?"
He rubbed the front of his shorts and half turned away from her again.
"You don't need to turn away when you rub your cock, grandfather, Let me see you rub it. I love your cock," she cried passionately, tossing caution to the winds. "Take it out and I'll kiss it."
He seemed to stagger as he walked around the table toward her. "You're a little devil," he muttered. "A young, little devil."
"Maybe I am," she said defensively. "But I know what I want and I've got the courage to try to get it." She stood up suddenly and before he could move away, grasped him around the middle with both her arms and rubbed her titties against the hair of his chest. She heard him sigh deeply and as she pressed her body tightly to his, felt the hardness of his cock. God, he must be big. It felt as though it was larger than the handle of a tennis racket. "Gee, grandfather," she murmured. "I can feel your prick against me. You have a big one, haven't you?"
He growled in her ear and the next thing she knew he had picked her up and was carrying her through the house as easily as if she had weighed only a few pounds. He was terribly strong, he was until now. Her heart was hammering and she thought she could feel his own doing the same thing. He kicked open a bedroom door with his foot, kicked it shut, carried her to the bed, dropped her on it and fell on top of her. She yanked down her shorts just in time to feel the rock-hard stab of his penis. The head of it struck her just above the cut, so she lifted her body as much as she could in order to receive his second battering. When he poked the second time, his cock drove into her all the way. Jenny gasped and cried out because it hurt her like hell, but, God, what a wonderful way to be hurt.
"Fuck me, grandfather," she murmured in his ear. "Fuck me good. I need to be fucked very much, honey."
"You little devil," he muttered. "You female Satan. You tricked me into laying you, didn't you?"
"Yes, grandfather. You see, I've dreamed about the day I could get you to fuck my cunt and that day has arrived. Fuck my cunt good, grandfather, and I promise you I'll give it to you any time you want it. I'd rather have you fuck me than anybody."
"You're a devil," he said, but he was pumping his cock into her furiously. "God, you're tight and nice ... oh, my God, but you are, child."
"Fuck my cunt, please," she moaned. "Fuck it good, grandfather."
"This is a terrible, terrible sin, what I'm doing," he murmured in her ear.
"Yes. It is a terrible sin, but don't stop. Let's enjoy the sin as much as we can before you blow and I blow and the sin comes to an end." She wasn't sure if he chuckled at this or not, but it sounded as if he had. "Fuck me, grandfather. Ram your prick in as far as you can get it. I love it. Boy, I'm hot."
"And I, too, am hot, child. Dear me, how wonderful this is. Imagine my own granddaughter seducing me. The world is crazy nowadays, very, very crazy."
"Don't talk, grandfather, if it's going to make you stop fucking me." He had stopped his movement momentarily while speaking to her.
He began to pump his cock into her again, going very deep and causing her to have weak spells many times. She loved the feeling his cock gave her. It was wonderful to get screwed, make no mistake about it, and it was wonderful many times over to get screwed by one's own handsome grandfather. She bet there weren't many girls in the world who had grandfathers as handsome and fuckable as hers. Most girls didn't even have handsome, fuckable fathers. Or brothers, or anyone else for that matter. Boy, she was one lucky girl having a handsome grandfather on top of her, pumping his swollen prick into her fuck-receptacle.
"Fuck me, grandpa," she said, one of the few times she had ever called him that. "Make me go off, please."
"Wiggle your ass a little, child. Help me."
"All right," she cried passionately. "I will ... you mean like this?" She placed her hands on his ass inside of his shorts and moved her hips about and up and down against his battering movement. They almost broke contact, but she pressed his ass down as hard as she could and contact was retained. God, grandfather had a hard ass, almost as hard as his cock. "Fuck me, honey," she cried, and stuck her tongue in his ear.
He shuddered and cried out in ecstasy, or at least it sounded as if he did. "You're a devil," he muttered again. "But a wonderful devil."
"Oh, grandpa," she cried passionately, "your cock is so long and hard. Make me come, honey, make your granddaughter come all over herself. God, I'm so hot. When you get through fucking me, grandfather, I'm going to suck your prick. Would you like your prick sucked, grandfather?" Saying this, she stuck her tongue in his ear again, making little in and out darting movements much in the manner he was using his prong lower down.
"Oh, you tight little minx," he sobbed. "I've never had it in such a tight, little cunt. It's so snug and wet and nice, I swear I could eat it, honey."
"When we ... get through ... ohhh ... fucking, grandpa ... you can eat me and I'll drink down your jism."
"You hot little bitch," he cried wildly. "You're driving me crazy."
"I want you to be crazy, grandfather. I want you to like fucking me so much you'll want to do it every day from now on. I get hot pants for you every day, honest."
He increased the speed of his fucking and she cried out with joy and shuddered even as he did. She felt him squirting his hot goo into her young-girl cunt and this nearly drove her wild. "Keep it going, grandpa," she begged. "Oh, my God, keep it going, grandpa," she begged. "Oh, my God, keep it going ... because I'm ... coming ... oh God ... I'm coming ... grandfather ... Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh, my God. . . ! "
She stopped pumping at his loins, but he kept right on with his fast, furious movement, his cock going deeply into her cunt and touching her sensitive area time after time. She blew off again and again and when his sweat rolled off him and mingled with hers it made her even hotter. She must have conveyed some of this heat to him because he started squirting his goo into her box all over again and this time he literally filled her cunt with the thick gray milk.
"Oh ... dear child ... I have to stop now," he sobbed. "I have given you all I've got."
"Grandfather," she cried passionately, "you're such a good fucker, I just love you to pieces."
He got off her and pulled up his shorts. "My God, child, what a hot little girl you are. You're as hot as your grandmother was." When he said these last words his face got even redder. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to say that."
Jenny, paying no attention to his remark, got to her feet and pulled on her shorts. Her titties bobbing about, she looked around the room for her halter, found it and put it on. "I was going to suck you off, grandfather," she told him. "But you seem kind of tired. I'll come back tonight if mom and dad aren't home. They probably won't be. See you later, grandfather."
He said nothing, but simply looked at her and breathed hard.
Jenny ran out of the house and across the rear yard to her parents' home. She entered the house and went directly to the bathroom.
She had been correct in saying her parents would not be home that evening. They were home for dinner, but by dark both of them had gone away, separately, telling her they would not be back until late. Jenny smiled at them, told them it was okay, she'd just watch television and then go to bed. They left and she waited for thirty minutes before leaving the house and going over to her grandfather's place. She rapped on the back door, entered the kitchen without waiting for him to admit her, and headed for the front room. She found him in front of the TV. He glanced up when she entered the room and she saw his face redden slightly. This delighted her. It gave her a certain kind of power over him, which she enjoyed having.
"Hello, grandfather. Are you rested?" She didn't waste any time on unnecessary preliminaries.
He smiled oddly. "Yes, I'm rested, but don't start that-er-sex thing again. I can't stand feeling the guilt that I've been experiencing. It's terrible."
"You mustn't feel guilty, grandfather. You didn't do anything bad, just fucked your own granddaughter. I'm your granddaughter and I didn't mind-why should you?"
"Because I'm old enough to know better," he complained.
She pretended to pout. "You're saying I'm not old enough to know better, aren't you?"
"Oh, no," he exclaimed hastily. "Nothing of the sort. You strike me now as being a ... very old young girl, if that makes any sense." He patted his white hair and looked at her in the oddest way imaginable. "What I mean to say is, you're much older in your actions, my dear, then er-many grown women are."
She went close to him, leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Would you let me suck you off, grandfather, please?" She darted her tongue in his ear quickly and stepped back so he could see the rise and fall of her bosom, much of which she was faking to produce a better effect on him.
His eyes seemed glazed. "Dear child," he said, almost meaning the words, "whatever has come over you? Don't you know that it's a ... sin ... to talk that way?"
"Sure I know it's a sin. That's what makes it so great, grandfather."
He blinked and looked at her, his handsome blue eyes filling with lust. "Don't know what to do about it dear. You have a ... certain effect on me that I find ... exhilarating but horrible."
"What's so horrible about getting your cock sucked? If I was a man I'd love it."
Jerome looked absolutely flabbergasted. "I'm your grandfather," he managed to say. "Grandfathers are not supposed to be lusting after their granddaughters."
"Who said so?" she wanted to know, cocking her pretty head to one side.
"I don't know, dear child. I can't answer some of your questions."
"Don't try. Just take your cock out of your pants and let me fool around with it. Is it hard yet, grandfather? Tell me." She leaned over him and kissed his nose wetly. "Oh, I love you to pieces," she added, not waiting for his answer. "You make me so darned hot, grandfather."
He gave her a quick glance. "I do?" he asked. "Why on earth are you so ... hot for me, an old man? I should think you'd want-er-a young boy."
"Young boys are so dumb, grandfather," she said, not explaining her real reason for preferring him to young boys. Young boys, if you gave in to them, held a certain power over you. They could tell on you, which you didn't want to happen. Thus, came their power over you. A grandfather could not-or, indeed, would not dare-tell on you, but you could always leave the thought in his mind that you might tell on him. This gave you a certain power over him, which power you could use in various ways, not all of which Jenny had figured out as yet, but knew she would eventually.
"Why don't you sit down and watch television with me, dear?" he asked after a few moments of silence.
"I didn't come here to watch television, grandfather. I came here to suck your cock."
"But, dear," he sighed, "I feel so ... foolish allowing my own granddaughter toer-do such a thing. Even thinking about it makes me cringe."
"Cringe all you like, grandfather, but while you're cringing, let me be sucking your erection.
God, I'm hot to suck a cock. I want it so bad I'm ready to raise hell about it if I don't get it."
He raised his white brow. "Really, my dear? Are you that serious about ... it?"
"I am, grandfather. I want very badly to take your cock in my mouth and suck the juice out of you."
He blinked his eyes and sighed audibly. "Dear me, what a hot young lady you are. I swear, I've never been talked to like this before, not ever."
She laughed shortly. "Have you ever had your cock sucked, grandfather?"
"N-No," he said quickly. "No, I never have."
"Then it's time you have, grandfather. Take it out of your pants."
"I'm afraid someone might ... see you, dear," he protested.
"The shades are all drawn, grandfather. No one can see into the house. I locked the rear door when I came in and I know you always keep the front door locked at night. So ... what's to be afraid of." Jenny dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms about his leg, looking at him as if she were begging for the honor of sucking him off. Jenny was a consummate actress and she knew it would work. It did. The look she saw spring into his blue eyes was one of the wildest types of lust.
"My dear child," he moaned. "You're torturing me. See ... my penis is as hard as can be. Feel of it, dear." He spread his legs to allow her to feel his cock through the cloth of his trousers.
She did so, thrilling to the touch of the long, hard tube. "Oh, grandfather," she sighed, "may I suck it now ... please?" Her eyes begged him eloquently-she knew they did.
"I suppose so, child, since you are so insistent."
She unzipped his fly quickly and snaked her hand into his pants. When she had encircled his swollen penis with her fingers, she felt her heart begin to pound. She had never sucked a cock before but had dreamed of doing it countless times. God, how wonderful it would be to actually have an adult cock in her mouth. How marvelous to make grandfather hot by sucking his penis. How terrific to have him gasp and blow off in her, his body shuddering each time he ejaculated. How nice it all was.
"Grandfather," she said unsteadily, "don't go off too quickly now, will you? Let me enjoy the sucking as long as you can."
"Yes yes, my dear child," he cried out. "Get on with it. You are driving me half mad with desire."
She had his cock out of his pants now, and lowering her head, kissed the head of it and felt him jump and shudder at the same time. "Wonderful," she cried thickly, her lips enveloping his swollen rod, "Love it, love it." She went down all the way this time until his cock was all the way into her throat and threatening to shut off her supply of wind. She pulled back and when she did he cried out passionately.
She was on her knees, her haunches really, between his widely spread legs and now she removed her lips from his prick and looked up at him in her best little girl fashion. "You like this, grandfather?" she asked, making her voice sound like an eight-year-old's.
"Yes, yes, dear. Oh, my God, what am I doing?"
She glanced hard at his face, knowing his remark in question form was only pretense. He knew damned well what he was doing, what was happening-he was getting his cock sucked. "Enjoy yourself, grandfather," she cooed, and placed her lips about his cock again, going all the way down on the throbbing organ. The old gentleman moved about in his chair and sighed and shivered alternately as she licked the head of his penis, striving constantly to please him because pleasing him meant she had even more power over him-he would not be able to resist giving in to her in the future, whether it be sex or ... anything else, including perhaps something as nice as a new car, when she was old enough to have a driver's license. Gee, she hadn't thought of that possibility before. Now she tried to put such thoughts out of her mind and concentrate on making him blow.
She did exactly that.
She sucked him as if she had been doing it all her life.
He grunted and groaned and patted her head and fiercely pulled her hair.
His eyes rolled about in his head as his passion increased.
His breathing became fast and hoarse.
"Blow 'em off, grandpa," she urged thickly. "Blow into my mouth, honey grandpa."
It was obvious that the old gentleman could not long endure this sort of treatment, for he stiffened his body shortly and lifted his loins and let fly down her throat all the jism he could ejaculate. Jenny swallowed it down fast, loving the taste of it and continuing to suck and pretend to swallow long after her grandfather had ceased to flow.
She stopped then and looked up at him. "There now, grandfather," she cried softly, "wasn't getting sucked off by your granddaughter wonderful?"
The old gentleman did not reply. He simply sat there, his head bowed low on his chest.
