What's it really all about, this sexual mystique, this constant, unending search for pleasure and gratification? To Joyce, forty-year-old mother of April, twelve, it was the simple human need for love and acceptance in her loneliness. For twelve-year-old, virginal April, however, it was curiosity and the little "gifts" the nice man in her apartment house offered her.
What neither one of them realized, however, was that Manny was using both of them. He seduced April, taking her precious virginity and then the powerful appeal of mother-daughter sex became too much for him and he went after Joyce. Joyce, in her loneliness was more than easy-she was eager!
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CHAPTER ONE
April slowly pulled her Levi's down over her hips, dragging her tight panties at the same time. Her curly, brown snatch pooched freely in front of the man's eyes. She hesitated.
Manny nodded for her to continue undressing.
The slender, young girl pushed her blue jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. She stood shaking in front of the tall, skinny man. Her slim legs felt like jelly.
Manny licked his thin lips and nodded toward her blouse.
April slowly pulled the loose-fitting T-shirt up over her head. As she inched the shirt upward, the small, jutting breasts became visible. Her little, rosebud nipples stood rigid.
She dropped her striped T-shirt to the floor and her slender arms tried to cover her small boobs and snatch at the same time. Her long, straight, brown hair fell over her shoulders as she hung her head. Her slim body shook uncontrollably.
Manny sat in his worn, overstuffed chair with a big hard-on. He looked at the young girl shaking in front of him. His clear blue eyes surveyed her young, fresh, innocent body from the top of her lowered head to her long, slender legs. His hungry eyes rested on what he could see of her brown beaver.
He took a big gulp of his beer and told her to move her hands. He rested his can of beer on the thick arm of the chair. His cock tented his brown work pants. He released his thick, brown belt to ease the pressure of his throbbing cock.
She looked at him with wide open, shocked eyes. She trembled.
Manny took off his brown work shirt and gulped some beer. His skinny chest was covered with dark, curling hair and he put the cold beer can against his sweaty forehead.
He waited for April to move her slender hands that weren't doing such a good job of covering her curling pussy. Her slender arm covered her young breasts partially. Every time she moved her arm to cover her naked body more, one little titty popped into view. She'd move her arm to cover that small breast and the other nipple poked into view.
The air conditioner roared in the darkened room. Sweat poured down Manny's chest even though he had pulled the drapes and had the air conditioner on high. He gulped some beer.
The can was empty. He bent it in half and walked to the fridge for another. He popped the top and walked back into the living room. He took a big swig of beer and stood holding the can and looking at the shaking twelve year old in front of him. His tented crotch throbbed. His belt hung loose at his fly and he unbuttoned the top button of his pants. His dark chest hair curled under the sweat.
April stood in the middle of the room shaking. She was closer to the door than he was. All she had to do was put her clothes on and walk out. Manny had said he wouldn't rape her. He wouldn't even touch her unless it was all right with her. He had always paid her well for washing his pick-up truck and this time he had promised her more money if she'd come up to his apartment and show him her pussy.
She wanted the extra money so she could go to the show and not ask her mother for the money. Her mother didn't have much to spare and April felt guilty for even asking. She and her girl friend did want to go to the show that night after April's mom went to work. April liked the thrill and excitement of sneaking out after her mother went to work, having told her to stay in the apartment and lock the door.
When Manny had offered her money for washing his truck and then extra for a peek at her pussy, she had tingled with devilishness.
Now she stood in his apartment naked and was trying to cover her pubescent pussy and titties. Suddenly her fun game was a little more than she had bargained for. The way his eyes looked at her! They seemed to gaze right through her hands. She wasn't sure if she wanted to show Manny her little cunt.
Manny sat back down in the flowered, worn chair and gulped some beer. His cock was rock hard and thumping in his pants.
"Either show me your pussy, or get dressed and go home," he said.
April got up a little guts and slowly dropped her arm from her breasts. Her small boobs glistened with sweat. Her little nipples stood rigid on their little domes.
Manny nodded toward the table where he had put some bills. He gulped beer and his hand went to his hard dick and pushed against it. He breathed heavily as he watched the little girl run over to the table and grab the five singles.
Her little fanny wiggled with her every step toward the table.
"You gonna give it all to me?" she asked.
He nodded and tipped his beer can to dump the last into his mouth.
"But I didn't show you my pussy...."
"No, you didn't. What're you gonna do with the money?" he asked.
"Sandy and me are gonna go to the show," she said from the shadows behind the table with the unlighted lamp on it.
"It's getting dark out and your mother has gone to work," Manny said sliding his big hand down inside his work pants. He worked his dick slowly. His balls ached.
"We're gonna sneak out. My mom don't want me to go out after dark."
"I know that. If you want, I'll take you and your little girl friend to the show and pick you up. I don't want anything to happen to you." His hand felt his own nuts deep in the crotch of his pants. His hot cock burned against his wrist.
She looked at the tall man in the chair. She couldn't understand him at all. She hadn't showed him her beaver and still he was gonna give her ALL THAT MONEY and take her to the show and pick her up!
She asked him if he was gonna tell her mother on her.
He shook his head and slid down in the chair so he could work his hot prick. He moaned at the feel of his own dick. His big hand beat his meat as April watched from the shadows.
She had never seen a dick and hoped to see part of his, only his big hand was in the way. All she could see was his hand move around inside his pants. She inched her way out of the shadows toward Manny to get a closer view of what he was doing. She wondered what a prick looked like. She'd heard about cocks at school, but she'd never seen a real, live cock!
Manny watched her inch closer and worked his dick slower. He shook when he thought how great it'd be to sink his peter into that little girl's pussy! He didn't want to shoot off before he had a chance at her young box.
April walked slowly up to Manny. She was so engrossed in seeing his penis that she didn't bother to cover her sparse pubic hair.
"Maybe we shoulda made a deal for me to show you my cock," he said as she eased herself to her knees in front of the man.
She looked at his crotch and his big, hairy hand was in the way. She felt his other hand touch her little, firm breast and she winced.
"I'm not gonna hurt ya ... and there's more money for a feel than just a look. I've seen so many pussies in my life that one more or less is no big deal," he said, trying to control his breathing.
"You don't even wanna see my seat?" she asked.
"That's up to you. You've already got the money I promised you. If you want some more, I'll give it to you ... only I wish you'd let me touch your little tits. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna feel."
She relaxed against one of his wide spread knees and felt his hot hand touch her young, warm boob. His hand felt really neat on her naked tit. She watched his big hand caress and massage her little breast. She tingled when his fingers pinched her nipples. She noticed both of his hands were on her breasts and she tried to see inside his pants to where his cock was. His shorts covered the lump that was where his fly separated.
She felt his hands slip down her naked, sweaty body to her hips and pull her up between his thighs. His hands felt warm on her ass cheeks as he continued to pull her up. He held her hot pussy tightly against his hard crotch and he nibbled on her ear. She felt his hot breath sear into her head and felt the hot wetness of his tongue as he pushed it into her ear.
She wondered if she'd washed her ears good or if he tasted wax. It seemed kinda funny to her to have his tongue in her ear. What was that supposed to do to her, except she couldn't hear anything except the sloshing of his spit. Oh, well, if that turned him on ... She was tingling from the feel of his hard dick pressed against her damp nest. It kinda hurt her pelvis to have his solid prick press so tightly against that bone she had in front just under her damp nest.
His hands were all over her sweaty, naked body and she thought the whole scene sorta sloppy. She felt his hands touch her buns and slide into her asscrack. Now that was dirty! All her asshole was for was shitting and he was poking his fingers around there!
She was constantly amazed at the places he found to stick his hands. She felt all warm and tingled with excitement as Manny's hands roved from her ass to her hips to her breasts and down her flat belly. He kept slobbering his spit into her ear! Strange....
He leaned forward and pushed her naked body back away from his hard, stiff cock and she was glad when he pulled his slobbery tongue out of her ear. She liked him to kiss and nibble on her neck. She sizzled when he slid his mouth to one of her little boobs and when he bit one of her rosebud nipples she really flipped!
She felt the hotness of his mouth over her nipple and his tongue darted back and forth across her lovebud. She loved it! She really felt snuggly and warm.
She sucked in her breath and held it while his hands felt down, down, down her belly to her pussy. God, his hands felt neat as she felt his finger inch into her squishy crack! She felt him pull her thighs apart and then she really tingled when his finger slid to her pussy-hole. His other hand was tickling around in her and his thumb flicked her virgin clit.
She steadied herself by hanging onto his shoulders. She felt her head swirl as he pushed her gently back onto the floor. He was back nibbling and nipping on her titties and his hand was in her tight, unfucked crack. She felt his finger touch her hole and she nearly flipped out at the feel of his finger as it slowly crawled up inside her never-touched vagina.
Automatically her vagina clamped tightly around his poking, probing finger. She felt him wiggle his finger inside her tunnel and work it back and forth.
His hot hand pressed against her tight asshole as his finger slipped around in her clenching, clasping vagina. She heard the noise of sloppy, squishy juices in her crack as Manny worked her young box. She was embarrassed by the fact she must have pissed while he was touching her. Since the squishing and squashing didn't seem to bother Manny, she relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his darting, poking fingers.
It was all so new ... so exhilarating ... so fascinating to her. She had feelings so wonderful and wild and daring and wicked ... she'd never felt like this before. Her heart pounded as he sucked her titties. The squishing of his spit in her ear was nothing compared to the roaring she heard now as her heart pounded.
She smelled the juices from her cunt that seeped out as Manny fingered her hole. Her nostrils flared at the distasteful odor.
She felt him mouth his way down her flat belly and nose into her twat. She didn't know how he could stand the smell of her dirty, smeared-up crack ... and then he tongued into it! She about had a fit! She was torn between feelings of dirtiness and delight!
She pushed her frenzied body upward to get away from his stabbing, darting tongue. His hands held her pelvis and his face was stuck smack into her sloppy, stinky, drenched slit!
How could he do that? How could he lick and slurp and tongue and snort around in her messy, stinky, sloppy crack?
Oh, God, but it felt good to her!
She felt his hot, thick tongue plunge up inside her simmering tube.
She wilted at the lovely, wonderful stabbing of his tongue ... his wet, hot tongue, his nipping teeth ... Her whole body felt devoured by his eating, biting, sucking mouth! His saliva bathed her boiling, bubbling hole in beautiful, hot, soothing warmth. She didn't believe she could ever feel so deliriously loved. Little tingles shot through her body and her spitty clit fluttered wildly.
His knees were by her head.
Somewhere in her excitement she had missed seeing him take off his pants. She felt the curly hair on his legs brush against the sides of her face as he straddled her. She looked up and there hung the most exciting thing she had ever seen! She looked at his hanging bails and his stuck-out prick! The first she had seen on a grown man! Her eyes took in the view of his hairy asscrack. She was awed by the sight of his curly, dark hair cradling his hard dick! Her arms went around his slender thighs and she touched his magical organ. It was hot and hard and it jerked! She was fascinated by the softness of the skin of his nuts. She felt them and the little, oval nuts inside the sweet skin squiggled around. She played with his delightfully warm rocks and ventured on to touch his rock-hard prick. She took one finger and ran it up the side of his throbbing dick to his pulsating cockhead. His lovely foreskin was unbelievably soft and smooth! She took two of her fingers and pulled back his velvety, warm foreskin and his beautiful prickhead emerged. To her it was a majestic crownhead! Her fingers touched the hardness and tiny pee hole.
His tiny hole cried a tear of lubricating juice and she slid her finger around in the thick, creamy liquid. She bathed his crown in the lovely stuff.
Manny lowered his crotch over her face as he sucked her hole. His nose was at her tiny asshole and his chin dug into her sloppy, squishy crack to nestle on her stimulated, jiggling clit. His hot tongue stabbed and darted in and around her clenching, hot box.
She felt hot juices trickle down her virgin slit to her asshole. Her crack was all wet and hot. Her buns rotated slightly on the rough carpeting. Her body glowed as he ate and devoured her virgin hole. She felt the surge of passion mount from deep in her gut as her belly contracted, her clit stood rigid and she shot off ... her very first, beautiful, glorious shot of cum! Her ass wiggled on the worn rug and her vaginal muscles spasmed. Her body was on fire! Her pelvis rocked upward and quivered. Her thighs shook. Her arms tightened around his ass and she clung to the man hovering over her naked body. Her cum just rolled out of her spasming twat gush after gush. Her body wracked and squirmed to push closer against his hot, sweaty body ... as if to be inside him and her inside him ... to be one in that one, first, fantastic, wonderful time of cumming!
She felt his hot face stuck in her slippery, sweet slit. His tongue licked her sweet, young cum and he rooted and snorted at her gushing, bubbling hole. His arms held her whirlpooling ass tightly as he ate hungrily at her shooting, twitching hole. His breath was hot in her crack and his fingers dug at her tightly clenched asshole. He nipped at her soft, velvety skin and sucked in all the lovely, sweet cum he could. His chin kept her tiny clit in a constant frenzy!
Her head reeled and felt dizzy with lust. She felt his soft-skinned balls on her face and she opened her mouth to taste of his warm skin ... and onto his hard shaft. Her hands shoved his dripping cockhead into her mouth and she almost choked as she felt his stiff whang against the back of her throat. She gagged on his stiff, beating whang, but she wanted all of it! She sucked on his hard dick and felt his hot balls against her chin. His dick felt so big and hard in her young mouth ... harder than anything she'd ever stuck into her mouth before ... and hot! His penis jerked when he flexed his mighty muscle.
She felt every muscle in her body tighten up. She was rigid and on the verge of exploding again! She loved to get all hot and tight and pent up! The more excited she got the more tense she got. She sucked the hard, thick stick in her mouth and raised her taut pelvis to shove her hole more and more into Manny's face. She wanted more and more of his tongue in her clutching, grabbing tube! She was delighted at her own sloppiness and juiciness! She thrilled at sucking the thick thing in her mouth and the hotness of his balls against her own fevered face was delightful! She was smothered in his soft, hairy crotch with his dick punched in her burning, hot, spitty mouth. Her nose smelled his asshole and her hands tugged on his asscheeks.
She was so uptight she had to blow! She shot off another lovely load of sweet, young girl-cum into Manny's garbling mouth! She felt so deliciously limp and exhausted as she felt her jism flood out of her tunnel! His fantastic tongue licked and lapped at her flooded, squishy crack. He wiggled his tongue up inside her seething, boiling hole and sucked to get all of her young, hot cum.
With her own orgasm shot off, she went back to concentrating on the thick cock in her juicy mouth. She felt the beat, the thump, the pound ... of his blood-gorged whang! She was exhilarated at the first taste of his hot, shooting, spraying cum. She swallowed hard and fast to get as much of the thick cream as she could from his jerking, spasming cock! Some hot cum trickled out the corners of her young mouth as she tried to swallow all of the burning, thick jism.
His pecker went slowly limp and rubbery in her young mouth.
She hung onto his hot, sweaty ass as she tongued the tip of his super touchy cockhead. She felt him jerk at the feel of her tongue going over and over his sticky, smooth prickhead. She stuck her tongue inside the slippery, velvety foreskin and whip around his hot cock to tongue out each and every last drop of his tasty cum. Just as he relaxed, she whisked her fiery, little tongue back across his cockhead and he jerked wildly.
She felt his hot, wet face rest on her sweat-slick, quivering thigh.
His breathing was heavy and labored. His arms loosened their grip on her young thighs. He gasped for air.
She flicked his shot cockhead with her tongue and he flinched. She heard him moan as he slid off her naked body and dragged his withered rod off her face.
A tear came to her eye as she felt the smooth, soft balls dragged off her hot face. She followed his crotch with her face to get more of his delicious cock juice.
Manny gently pushed her back onto the worn, rough rug and he fell into an exhausted heap beside the twelve-year-old girl. Sweat trickled from his face. He closed his eyes and rested one arm on his forehead. His breathing was heavy and steady as he lay spread eagled on the rug.
April looked at his shot prick as it lay dead on his super soft nuts. The sweat trickled off her young, slim body. April examined his body in the fading day light. She was fascinated by his curly, matted pubic, hair. His limp dick was squashed against his soft balls ... all the life knocked out of it. She touched the velvety foreskin and knew she had never, ever felt anything so soft before in her whole life.
She touched his sticky cockhead and he flinched and moved her hand. She understood when he said that he couldn't take her touch right now.
He grabbed her around the hips and buried his sweaty face in her matted snatch. He kissed her hard on the pelvic bone and let her naked body roll back again on the rug.
April looked at the ceiling and quivered with delight as she remembered the wonderful feeling of his heavy cock in her mouth. She licked her lips and got a taste of his sticky, dried cum.
She touched her rigid nipples and felt the electric shock of desire flood through her young, eager body. She wanted to feel another neat cum. She pooched her smelly, matted nest up and down on the rug. She loved his tongue in her hole! She had to have more of his sucking mouth! The feeling she got from her clit when he nipped on it was so super that she'd like to have his hot face in her twat again and again and again! She felt drained, but she wanted more of his tonguing, more of his cock in her mouth, more of his mouth on her titties! She was ready to GO!
She looked at old, shot Manny on the floor nearly asleep. How could he do that to her? Lay there so damned pooped!
She touched him and he opened his eyes.
"Gimme a minute, will ya?" he said.
She put her head down on his flat belly. When she moved her head, she nearly broke her eardrum from the suctioning sweat on his bare gut.
She giggled and did it again.
Manny patted her gently on her bare back. He smiled in the darkness. She was such a kid! Got kicks outta popping her ear on his sweaty belly. He dragged his weary body up off the floor and flicked on a light on his way to the fridge to get another beer.
"Damn, it's hot in here! That fuckin' air conditioner must not be workin' worth a damn." He wiped sweat from his face on a towel in the kitchen area just across the bar.
"Wanna Coke or somethin'?" he asked.
April jumped to her feet and walked to the bar stool and slid her dripping ass up on it. Her small boobs loomed across the bar at him. She took the Coke he gave her but, she was engrossed in watching him move. She loved the way his limp cock hung over his swinging balls. He had dark hair all over his body and it was all curled up tight with sweat.
Her own long brown hair was tossed back over her shoulders and she drank from the Coke bottle, keeping her eyes glued to his withered dick for signs of life. Her gut contracted when she thought of his hot prick in her mouth as she stuck the cold Coke bottle in.
Her crotch tingled when she shifted her position. She felt the squishing in her slit with her every move. She loved it!
She watched Manny guzzle his beer. Some of it trickled out of his mouth ... like his cum had trickled out of her mouth ... and he rubbed the cold brew into his chest hair, round and round. He smiled at her.
"Cold," he said.
She looked at his whang hanging dead on his nuts. She wanted more of his prick. She hoped he wasn't all through. Even if he was, she'd love to shove his limp dick into her mouth. She loved the taste, the smell, the touch of his whang ... up or down! Her clit fluttered and she squirmed in her squishiness. She glowed in the fact she was now a woman of the world! She was a cocksucker and she loved it! Even more, she loved his face in her twat! God, that was a good feeling! She squirmed and slid on the bar stool in the mess of her sticky cum.
"What'd you think?" he asked taking a swig of beer.
"Neat!" she said happily.
"Wait 'til we get to the real fuckin' part," he said.
"Can't be as good as your tongue in my hole," she said.
"You won't be a virgin when you leave here," he said.
"I don't wanna fuck. That hurts," she said.
"Only for a minute, so I've heard. I never fucked a virgin before. I only got the used ones. Now, you're young and fresh and innocent! I wanna fuck you!" he said.
He wiggled his pecker and his shot organ jerked upward slightly.
"Can't we just mess around like before?" she asked.
"If you think that's good, kid, just wait till I shove this dick in your box or up your ass!"
"I'm scared to ball," she said.
"I'm not that big. I ain't gonna hurt you," he said.
"You look big!"
"That's only because you ain't seen a prick before. Nope. I ain't that well hung."
"I think you are."
"Good. You're so young you don't really know. It's not that easy for me to say I'm not the biggest stud you'll ever fuck, you know. I'd be a good one for you to start with, though," he said winking away his embarrassment.
"I don't wanna fuck."
"Don't let me sway you one way or the other, but the longer you wait, the thicker the membrane gets. If we do it now, it'll just make it easier for you when you get married. I'm just concerned about you...." He gulped the last of his beer, bent the can and tossed it in the trash.
"Really?"
He nodded.
She hung her head.
"You just think about it. I'm gonna go take a shower and then I'll take you kids to the show. You go get ready. Remember, cocksuckin' and cuntsuckin' is good ... but oh, boy, you ain't felt nothin' so good as a good fuck!"
CHAPTER TWO
April thought about fucking Manny for several days. Practically her every thought was about him. When she lay in bed she thought about his hot mouth in her crack and his wiggling tongue up her hole. If screwing was better than that, she better try it! She did hate to be hurt though. What if what he said was true? The older she got the thicker her membrane would get? It would hurt more and more.
She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have his dick shoved in her cunt. She couldn't. Her mind always went to his mouth on her clit or her mouth sucking his throbbing, hot prick.
Her thoughts nearly drove her wild! Her clit was in a fluttering condition most of the time and her vagina was always dripping to soak her slit. All she knew was she wanted Manny to tongue her again! She realized he would try to screw her and she wasn't sure about wanting that. She was a virgin and had always thought she would be one when she got married. That was a long time off.
Manny wouldn't hurt her, she knew. He was always good to her, even when he wanted just to look at her pussy. He always paid her too much for the little jobs he asked her to do. He knew she and her mother didn't have much money. He knew how hard her mother worked to support them. He only helped when he paid her for odd jobs. And the last time he had paid her a whole five dollars just to thrill her!
She wondered how much he'd pay for a fuck? No. she didn't want to take money for that! Then she'd be a whore. She couldn't take money to screw. He'd give her money anyway. Last time he'd told her to take the money that was on the table even though she wasn't gonna show him her pussy. Then she'd wound up being a cocksucker! She guessed she was still all right. She'd taken the money before she'd learned to suck cock and before he'd snorted around in her snatch. So she wasn't actually paid because he didn't think he'd get to see her pussy, or was he just leading her on with the money?
She didn't know. Her young head was so confused she wasn't sure of anything. She fought with her mother all the time about stupid, little things. She was irritable and bitchy. She watched Manny's apartment to see when he came home from work to see if he had any jobs for her to do. Or did she really want to go into his apartment again for a blow job? The days dragged. The heat made the apartments too hot so April spent a lot of time down by the pool splashing around.
She was always at the pool about the time her mother left the apartment in her crisp, white uniform to go to the restaurant. Then she'd hang around the pool to see when Manny came home. She listened for the clink of the iron gate that led into the courtyard of the apartment building. She got to where she could hear that familiar banging of the gate even in her sleep.
Manny came home every evening at a different time, which meant April looked like a prune most of the time. She was in or around the pool for hours ... waiting.
She'd see him come in the gate and walk across the courtyard under the one big tree. He'd cross the lawned area and walk up the steps to his apartment, go in and shut the door.
Her crotch itched most of tire time, even in the cool water. He never saw her down by the pool, she didn't think. He never waved to her. Sometimes he came home alone and sometimes he had a buddy with him.
He made no effort to come over to her apartment any more to ask her to do any work.
She just watched him come home.
After she saw him tucked in his apartment for the night, she would go up to her apartment, dripping in her yellow bikini and spend the evening sulking and thinking about when Manny gave her the suck job.
She was completely frustrated! She wanted more of his tongue and now he was ignoring her completely! She thought more seriously about fucking the more she got ignored. Maybe she could stand the pain of losing her cherry, IF HE'D ONLY PAY SOME ATTENTION TO HER!
After spending a frustrating evening, she'd wake up the next morning and bitch at her tired mother. If it wasn't about the breakfast, it was about her mother's lousy choice of music! Why couldn't her mom like rock music instead of that stupid long-haired crap? The slow music drove young April to nearly flipping. April wouldn't do the dishes or make her bed, which ticked off her mother and another fight was on!
April mooned around the apartment until it got too hot despite the humming air conditioner. She'd put on her bikini and go down to the pool and wait for her mother to leave and Manny to come home.
Joyce didn't know what was the matter with her twelve-year-old daughter. She wondered if it was because she spent every evening alone? Maybe Joyce ought to get another job, one in the daytime and spend her evenings with her daughter. Jobs were so damned hard to find! Joyce had her own problems much less look for another job. Anyway she was always too tired to go looking and the job wore her out and so did the heat of the day. She wondered if she and her daughter would fight all night like they were arguing all day if she did change jobs?
If she did change jobs and work days, maybe she could find a boyfriend to mess around with in the evenings. No, that would leave April alone again at night. The main reason Joyce worked evenings was to avoid the long, lonely evenings after April went to bed. She had spent those evenings longing for a man to love. She had gone looking for a boyfriend many times and finally discovered that if she worked at night, she avoided the loneliness, the hunt and she was pooped by the time she got home from work. Too pooped to work up a lust for prick. She wasn't so frustrated during the daytime at being alone. And when the evenings rolled around, she had to get her butt in gear and go to work. It all worked out so well, until lately.
Joyce knew her life was dull by comparison to other divorcees, but at the present, she was surviving without too much discomfort. Oh, she had her times, especially on her evenings off, that she longed to jump into bed ... any bed, with anybody ... just to be touched and loved.
Usually on her nights off, her daughter wanted to go someplace, so Joyce buried her desires and took April where she wanted to go. Joyce had seen so many children's movies that she couldn't stand the thought of another one. She'd been on so many picnics that she nearly barfed at the thought of hot dogs cooking on an open fire. What was even worse were the nights she was broke and couldn't take April anyplace. Those nights she and her daughter went for walks ... and saw all the couples together ... which was very depressing to Joyce when she went home to an empty bed. And cried.
Joyce didn't want to work days ever again! She couldn't figure what had happened to her nice relationship with her daughter. Maybe it was a phase twelve year olds went through ... being bitches. She and April couldn't carry on a decent conversation anymore. Joyce was frustrated at her life even though it was tolerable ... and April? Joyce didn't know!
So Joyce continued to go to work in the evenings for her own sake.
April watched for Manny and had an uncontrollable itch in her slit.
Finally one night when Manny came home from work with a buddy, he noticed April sitting forlornly by the pool. He walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
"Haven't seen you around, young lady," he said.
"I've been swimming every afternoon and evening," she said, smiling up at the tall, skinny man.
"It's been hot all right," Manny said.
Manny looked over at his buddy standing under the tree with the six-pack. He looked back at the young girl in the bikini that barely covered her titties. He eyed her pooching domes and licked his lips.
April squirmed on her small, round butt. She wondered if he could see her heart pound under her breasts? She wanted to reach out and touch him, but that wouldn't look right to the other people around the pool. Her crotch dripped and it wasn't pool water!
"We're gonna go up and have a beer. If you wanna, come on up. I've got some chores for you, if you want the money. Dishes and stuff." He walked away. Manny and the other construction worker walked up the steps.
April heard them laugh and talk as they walked into Manny's apartment and closed the door. She wondered how long the other guy would stay. Maybe he'd leave if she went over to do the dishes.
April decided to wait until the guys had a chance to scarf down a can of beer. Then the other guy would surely leave! She felt her eager young heart pound and her clit fluttered. Her eyes watched the upstairs apartment door. Nobody left! She was irritated. She'd force the issue. She'd go up there and Manny's mad, passionate desire for her would make him tell the other guy to leave. She knew it!
She walked across the thick, green grass barefoot. Her footsteps up the staircase left wet marks. She hesitated in front of HIS door ... and then knocked.
Manny came to the door stripped to the waist holding a can of beer. He motioned her inside. He introduced her to his buddy, Mark, who sat slouched in the chair with his can of beer.
She felt both sets of eyes on her bikini-clad figure. Her face flushed as she stood in the middle of the living room floor looking at her Manny.
"That little suit barely covers her pussy," Mark said from his position over in a nearly dark, shadowed corner. "And those titties...." He smacked his lips.
April blushed as she looked over at the dark, swarthy man that was sprawled in the chair with his legs stretched out.
Manny laughed. "She's a little cutie, that's for sure."
April's chief objective was to get rid of the dark man in the corner.
"What jobs do you have for me to do?" she asked trying to ignore the man that had embarrassed her.
Manny motioned for the kitchen. It was a mess!
April could almost bet no work had been done in there for a couple of weeks. The bar that separated the living area from the kitchen was piled high with clutter from empty beer cans and newspapers to egg-smeared plates.
She walked over to the kitchen side of the bar and started to clear part of the mess away. She looked out the window and saw the pool clearly. She was surprised. Manny had been able to see her down by the pool which meant he could see her looking up at his apartment. She had thought the big tree had blocked his view. He could have come down there and talked to her at any time during the last week or so, but he hadn't! She was pissed off about that. He had deliberately ignored her! She slammed the empty beer cans into the trash container!
Western music blared from Manny's portable radio on the water ringed table.
She reached across the bar to get a half-filled glass. Her small boob rested on the bar in her attempt to reach it.
Mark chuckled.
"Better watch that, honey, or your tit is gonna pooch right outta that little, old swimming suit." He laughed again and gulped some beer.
"Do I have to take his insults along with cleaning up this mess?" she asked indignantly.
"That's no insult, baby. I never seen such good-lookin' titties before. I'd just like to see your nipples, that's all," and the stocky man giggled.
April looked at Manny in a disgusted attitude.
He shrugged his shoulders as he walked to the fridge for two more cans of beer.
April knew that meant the dumb shit in the corner was gonna stay awhile. She would have to wait for Manny's lovin', so she might as well slow up on the work. She could out wait that idiot slumped in the chair 'cause she had something well worth waiting for!
"I can't see that pussy from here, but I sure could see your titties if you'd take that little thing off you got on," Mark said.
April whirled around and faced Manny. "You told him!" she shrieked.
Manny looked guilty and nodded.
"Can't keep a pretty little thing like you a secret," Mark rambled on.
"You told him everything?" April asked Manny.
Manny assured her there wasn't too much to tell. They hadn't fucked. There wasn't anything to be ashamed of, she did have a cute little body. He'd told Mark how sweet and innocent and lovely she was, that's all. How could she be mad at him when he'd said all those nice things about her? He didn't mean her any harm. He had just been so thrilled at seeing her young, sweet, tender body and tasting her lovely, fresh cum, he'd nearly exploded with happiness that such a young, darling virgin had been that close to him. He hadn't meant her any harm. He just had to tell somebody how wonderful she was.
He gave her a fatherly peck on the cheek.
April wilted under all his praise and sat on the bar stool facing the two men. "I just thought it was sorta private...."
"You didn't tell anybody?" Manny asked warmly.
"Only my best girl friend, Sandy," she said.
"Well, you see? Mark is my best friend and all I told was him. Can't be anything wrong in that." Manny walked over and patted the twelve year olds hand.
"I sure wish I could see the heavenly things Manny's been tellin' me about," Mark said. He gulped his beer.
"For me, would you show him? Just so he doesn't think I was lying to him? Just for me?" Manny said, coaxing the little girl.
She hung her head and her long, dark hair covered her young, smooth face.
Manny begged and pleaded and patted the little girl.
She wanted to please him so that he'd please her with his face in her crotch but she didn't wanna be dirty and nasty and that's what it seemed like it would be to her. Manny assured her that being so beautiful could in no way be dirty or nasty.
April glowed when Manny kissed her warmly on the mouth and was so proud of her body, proud enough to rave and boast to his best friend. She squared her young shoulders to proudly jut her boobs. After all, some of her friends didn't have the domes she did and she didn't have all that much tit-flesh, but if these two guys thought she was stacked, she must have pretty good-looking titties. They were men of the world!
Manny asked her again and again if she'd take her bikini top off and she thought about it for a time. He was so persistent and sweet and proud of her young, virgin body.
She reached around and untied the string that held her swim top onto her slim body. What could it hurt? Why should she deny Mark a short peek at her titties? She wouldn't do it for anybody else, only a real good friend of Manny's.
She slipped the yellow, ruffled top off and laid it on the counter. She had her arms in front of her naked boobs and felt a little uncomfortable about sitting in front of two men without her bra. She felt Manny's big warm hands on her arms, pulling them back, forcing her small boobs forward.
Mark got out of his big chair slowly and easily and moved toward the young girl. "Will you look at them tits!" His voice was soft and low. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He licked his full lips as he devoured her satiny smooth, budding breasts with his eyes.
Her little, pink nipples stood rigid as she leaned back against Manny's slender body while he held her arms.
"See? What'd I tell ya?" Manny said gloating.
"Delicious! Fantastic! She's only twelve? God, I'd like to sink my teeth into them boobs of hers when she's sixteen!" Mark leaned on his elbows on the counter and leered longingly at the little girl's titties.
Manny assured his friend that the little girl's boobs were quite tasty right now at twelve. He let go of her arms and she continued to lean back against him.
Mark gulped his beer and raved about the young, firm, beautiful, gorgeous breasts staring him in the face.
April thrilled at having the two men eye her and talk about how beautiful she was, not her face, but her boobs. She knew she wasn't a raving beauty facially, so she delighted in having her body admired. Her little crack spilled over juice as she soaked up the compliments.
Mark protested to Manny that such a cute little girl should have to do dishes and not just sit there so he could look at her nipples. And if her titties were so compact and neat, he imagined her little snatch was just as fine!
Manny whispered in her ear and asked her if she'd show his buddy her cute, little nest? He hugged her from behind since she made no effort to move from her leaning position against him.
She squirmed and her face flushed. She had this itch in her crotch and longed for Manny's tongue. Maybe if she showed Mark her pussy, he'd go home and leave Manny to her? She did like the way he seemed to appreciate her naked boobs. He'd probably flip out when he took a peek at her tiny, budding twat. Maybe he'd flip so far his stocky body would flip out the door. She hoped!
She had to do something about the longing in her crotch. Her tiny clit fluttered and her cunt dripped. She had a lusty feeling low in her gut. She wanted Manny! She had to get rid of his dark-haired buddy. She could tell from leaning against Manny that he had a hard-on. He'd probably tell Mark to leave pretty soon.
She didn't really want to completely undress in front of these guys, but maybe if she did, Mark would get his dark eyes full and leave!
She stood up and Manny gladly helped her slip her ruffled bikini bottom to the floor. She stood self-consciously in front of Mark who was whistling low and eyeing her pubescent snatch. He approved of what he saw, she could tell.
Mark walked around the bar to get a better look at the twelve year olds bottom. He stooped down in front of her and looked closely at her sparse fur. He took a finger and tickled in the pubic hair.
April stepped backward into Manny's arms for protection. She felt his tented pants against her ass. His arms were warm around her naked body and his bare chest tickled of hair against her back.
Manny told her Mark wasn't gonna do anything to her that was bad. It was just the old Mark was lonesome and lived alone and had never seen a sweet, young thing like her in his whole life. All he wanted to do was touch, to make sure he wasn't dreaming! She was so pretty and gorgeous!
April didn't like the idea of Mark messing with her snatch. She wished he'd go home and leave her and Manny alone! She wanted Manny's fingers in her tingling pussy. She kept backing against Manny.
He told her she didn't have to be afraid. After all, he hadn't done anything to her that wasn't alright with her, had he? He hadn't fucked her as much as he'd wanted to. He'd kept in line and he'd keep Mark in line, too. And if she wanted to, she could just put on her bathing suit and leave, without doing the dishes and making some extra money for her own spending.
Nobody was gonna force her to do anything she didn't want to do. All both men wanted was to look at her snatch and tits. What could be so wrong with two men admiring her young, beautiful body?
April wanted the money. There was a good movie she wanted to see. She also wanted Manny to touch her. She guessed it would be all right if Mark looked at her, only she wished he wouldn't touch her. He wasn't dreaming!
Manny told her to go ahead and do the dishes and clean up the apartment and they wouldn't touch her naked body at all ... just watch her if that was all right with her. He laid a twenty dollar bill on the table and dragged Mark over to the chair and both men sat down.
April's eyes bugged out at the sight of all that money!
"Can I have it even if I don't do the dishes? I mean, just because you saw me naked?" she asked.
Manny shook his balding head. "The money's for the housework, not the view. I thought you'd show off your pretty, little self just for me."
April thought of all the things twenty dollars would buy ... movies, ice cream, candy, cookies. All she had to do was the dishes and sorta clean up the apartment. There sure was good money in house cleaning!
She picked up her bathing suit to put it on.
Manny begged her not to. He flattered the innocent child to where she glowed with pride at her young body, leaving her suit off.
She cleared off the counter and put all the dishes into the hot dish water. The steam drifted up and made her boobs sweat. She splashed soapy water onto her snatch and backed away from the sink.
Manny and Mark moved up to the bar and rested elbows on it. They drank their beer and watched the little girl move around washing dishes. They licked their lips.
Mark wadded up a piece of paper and tossed it toward the trash can. He apologized when he missed the can. He smiled cunningly as April stooped over to pick up the piece of paper. He smiled a wide grin and nudged Manny as they both got a quick glimpse of her tiny asshole.
She stood up and continued to scrub a fry pan with such exuberance her tiny ass shook and wiggled.
Manny and Mark smiled and their pants tented even more. They whispered to each other and Manny told Mark that the child wouldn't fuck! She'd go for blow jobs and he wasn't even sure if she'd go for both of them tonguing her. They couldn't force her into anything in case she decided to scream "rape". Their asses would be mud, considering her age. Even if she didn't scream, if she ever told the wrong person, both Manny and Mark would go to the slammer for a lot of years. The best thing to do was keep her happy and contented and work her up to the fucking part. Get her so hooked on screwing she'd beg one or both of them to stick it to her any and all the time. Manny assured Mark that he had played it right so far. He knew little April loved the oral part. Hadn't she come trotting right up to his apartment when he'd told her about the housework and money? She knew he'd want to tongue-fuck her again and she was ready. Her snatch was damp. She didn't fight Manny. She was scared of two of them. Probably because she couldn't figure what two of them would do with her. She was so young and innocent. A twelve-year-old virgin had to be taught a lot of things and Manny and Mark were just the guys to teach her.
Manny reached down and unzipped his work pants and whipped out his stiff whang. His balls ached and his cockhead beat. He touched his stiff dick as he watched the naked child working on the dishes in front of him.
He poked Mark and made like he was gonna jab the child in the ass with his rigid pole and moaned as he let out his breath. He grabbed onto his own hard dick and worked it slowly as the little girl reached to put dishes in the high cupboards. Her titties jiggled and her long, slender legs pulled taut. Her round, firm buns flexed.
Manny called April over to his side of the bar.
She sucked in her breath as she saw his peter poke out of his pants. Her crotch slobbered and she felt juice drip down her thighs. Oh, how she wanted to touch his pecker and lick it and suck on his sweet cockhead!
She looked over to Mark.
"Don't let me stop you guys. I'm just an innocent bystander," he said, pushing his big hand against his own beating crotch.
April looked at Manny's deep, dark eyes in wonderment.
She reached for his pecker and then quickly pulled her hand back.
"Let's talk about this," Manny said, lifting the naked child up onto the freshly scrubbed bar.
He leaned in between her spread thighs and hugged his hands onto her ass. He looked into her eyes with lust and desire.
Her long legs hung from the side of the bar and her pussy hair felt his chest hair as he slid in closer on his bar stool. Her tiny, rosebud nipples were rigid. She put her hands on his bare, slender shoulders.
Mark was about to shit. He watched the young girl put her legs around Manny's waist and lock her heels. He saw Manny's mouth so close to the youngster's jutting breasts, yet he talked in a low tone to the child as his hands caressed her back and buns. Mark stuck his hand down his work pants and felt his own throbbing cock about ready to explode at just watching his buddy so close to the wanton, naked child. His heart beat so hard forcing the blood to rush through his body and head that the roar in his ears made it impossible for him to hear what Manny said to the little girl. He saw the child look at him and at his hand in his pants.
She looked back at her friend Manny and shook her head. She listened while Manny talked some more in a low, soft tone and nipped on her rosy nipple and brought his big hands around from her butt to her hips and then just to the edge of her snatch. His fingers traced up and down the wrinkle where her legs bent at the hips. He'd finger from her hips down the crack to just not touching her pussy. He nipped on her titties and whispered to her.
April squirmed and tried to move her pelvis to where Manny's fingers would touch her pussy. Only, he didn't! He quickly moved his fingers back out to her hips. He kissed down her flat belly slowly ... slowly ... He talked to the child and nibbled and nipped. His fingers came slowly in toward her nest.
Mark unzipped his work pants and tugged them off. He sat on the bar stool watching in anguish and pain. His balls hurt so bad. His hard, stiff dick pounded against his stocky belly. His nuts rested on the slick leather of the bar stool between his wide spread legs. His big hand grabbed onto his rock hard pecker and he worked his prick as he watched his buddy nibble down ... down ... down on the child's belly. His eyes watched her young boobs jiggle as she tried to get Manny to stick his fingers into her slit.
Manny wouldn't touch her twat. He'd nibble on her tits and slobber his spit on her lower belly so it dripped down into her nest, but he didn't touch her hair.
April squirmed and slid on the counter top. Her clit fluttered madly and her hole slobbered. She tried to pooch her pussy up to Manny's mouth, but he kept moving his mouth to just out of reach. She was wild with desire and he was tormenting her on purpose. She'd feel his fingers inch closer and closer to her twat and just as she'd swing her ass so his fingers would slide into her slippery slit, he'd quickly move them. He was driving her mad with his darting, flitting hands and kissing, nibbling mouth. She had to have his tongue in her spasming cunt or go out of her gourd!
If he meant what he'd whispered about, she had better give in to letting Mark finger her, too, or else Manny wouldn't! She was too high on lust to come down without an orgasm!
She tried to resist one more time and cried on Manny's bare shoulder. She begged him not to disgrace her by making her public property.
Manny continued to lick her belly and down the damp crease at the top of her leg ... to almost touching her pubic nest ... but not! His hands caressed her hips and belly and thighs. His tongue lapped the crease. His lips burned into her lower belly. His hands went to her thighs and pulled them wide apart. He put his face close to her snatch and stuck out his tongue and wiggled it like a hissing snake, but didn't touch her!
She put her hands on the back of his head and tried to push his head into her slobbering, spasming slit, but to no avail! She pooched her pelvis up to his face and he drew back slightly to where she could feel his hot breath on her dancing clit, but not his tongue!
She cried big, salty tears and finally fell back on the bar. She put her feet up on Manny's shoulders and tossed her arms out to her sides. Her long, dark hair cascaded off the far side of the bar. She closed her eyes and admitted defeat to her teasing lover and his buddy!
Manny motioned to Mark and Mark approached the couple.
April's legs were spread apart to enable Mark to crouch beside Manny and look up her cunt. She humped her ass up and down on the bar. She felt hot hands on her lower belly and asscheeks. Her hot, bubbling hole spasmed in hungry desire for tongue ... TONGUE ... TONGUE!
She slithered her hot, feverish body on the counter top and felt hot breath sear up into her slit. She tossed her head on the bar and reached up for somebody to cling to in her passion. Her frenzied tits jiggled and swayed with her movements.
Manny slid his hot hand up her tormented body and clutched her bouncing breasts. His mouth was hot and wet on her belly. His slobbery spit bathed her already sweaty tummy. His hips pushed against her thigh, making her leg bend at the knee around his ass. His hot pecker dug into her soft, smooth thigh.
She felt Mark's face nuzzle into her damp, matted snatch. She heard him snort heavily as he sucked down her flooded crack. His thick tongue flicked her flitting clit and his mouth closed over her hole opening.
She was pitched so high emotionally that even the digging and darting of his tongue in her hole didn't satisfy her heaving, slithering, whirlpooling body. Her mouth opened and closed as if on a hard cock. Her body was static with electricity and charged to near bursting! Tears flooded down her cheeks. She was wild with desire and lust! Her arms flung around in the air with nothing to clutch.
Manny looked at Mark snorting around her squishy, sweet pussy as he grabbed and pinched April's boobs. He knew she was so hot she didn't know what to do! She was wild! He went around to the other side of the bar and climbed up on the counter with his knees on either side of the little girl's head. His dingas was within reach of her wildly grabbing hands. He dangled his balls on her face.
April, like a baby frantic for tit, grabbed his hard cock and shoved it deep into her mouth and sucked like a wildcat. She put her arms around his slender ass and dug her fingers into his crack. Her fingers poked and prodded at Manny's asshole and she punched in a finger. She worked his asshole like he'd worked her hot cunt. Her mouth sucked tightly on his prodding, stabbing prick and the heat of his nuts made her almost blind with running sweat.
Her ass slithered on the bar in her own running juices and the dripping saliva from Mark's working mouth. She felt his fingers in her asshole pushing her tunnel up more to his stabbing, darting tongue.
Sounds of squishing, squashing from her madly, frantically spasming hole filled her ears, urging her on for more ... more ... MORE!
Manny kissed her belly and bumped his head on Mark's frenzied head. He kissed on down April's thigh and leg to avoid wrecking his head on Mark's sucking, pushing head. Manny felt the bare, sweaty shoulder of the buddy that was sucking April's hot box. He humped his own hot cock in and out of April's clutching, biting mouth.
Both men knew the little girl was out of control! She was wild! She sweated and tossed and turned and swirled and cried!
April was insane when Mark took his mouth from her frenzied, dripping hole and kissed up her smattered pussy and up her flat belly. She cried out in a crazed rage at having her cunt full of his thick, pulling, darting, plunging fingers instead of his hot, wet, thick tongue. She rotated her hips and gyrated her smashed twat.
Mark kissed and inched up her sweaty body until his beating, pounding dick was snubbed to her clasping, grabbing tube. His fingers went to her shoulders and his head was to the side of Manny's humping pelvis at April's mouth. Mark licked her womanly juices from his fingers and groaned and snorted. He pushed his heavy, burning prick against her squashy hole and inched his blood-gorged whang in ... in ... in ... a little at a time. His thick penis throbbed as it crept up and into virgin territory. Hot, burning, furnace like, virgin land. 'velvety soft. Smooth. Wet. Spasming. Young. Innocent. Virgin territory! He pressed on like an eager pioneer, inch by inch by inch!
A scream! April screamed even with her mouth full of Manny's pulsating, beating dong. A long, big, loud scream!
Mark had punctured her virgin membrane and now eased in farther and farther to the full length of his lusty, hearty prick. His balls rested in her squashy, hot asscrack and he thumped her hot box slowly and easily.
She flinched with his every jab of riveting shaft. She nipped and bit and sucked on Manny's dripping whang. His lubricating juices were trickling out of his tiny tear-drop opening at the tip of his stabbing rod. His hot rocks lay on her face ready to shoot her twelve-year-old mouth full of spraying, jetting cum.
April licked his whang and felt Mark's tongue on her chin. He was nipping Manny's balls. Mark's tongue licked from Manny's hot rocks to April's sucking lips. His tongue dug into her mouth to taste of her sweet saliva and Manny's lubricating juices and then back to his buddy's nuts.
April nipped Manny's pounding whang and felt Mark's tough cock up her torrid hole.
Manny kissed her leg and eased his slender body over onto the backside of his buddy Mark. Manny's tongue never quit working as he was headed for April's other thigh.
Mark punched his prick deeper into the young child under him. He humped and fucked her hole until she screamed for mercy.
Just as she was about to let out another frantic scream, Manny shot off his heavy load of cum. She swallowed rapidly gulp after gulp of his wonderful, warm, tasty juice. She felt his body shiver and shake over her head. His cum drenched her gulping mouth, trickled out of her mouth onto his balls and the licking Mark. She felt Mark's tongue on her face lapping his buddy's spilling cum. She sucked every drop from Manny's shrinking prick and dug in his foreskin for the last of his sticky juice.
April humped her pelvis up to meet the onrush of jetting cum from Mark's shaking, quivering prick and she felt her clit flutter and her vagina spurt her jism onto Mark's ramming, pumping cock. She slithered and shook as she experienced her first real cum as a result of a genuine, fine fuck! Her head reeled and her body quivered. Her crack was drenched to overflowing. Her twat swam. Her pussy was a matted mess. Her hole was full of withering, shot prick and wet.
Manny crawled off his position on the counter dragging his shot peter with him. He slumped on the couch in the living room and his dead dick was a rubbery mass hanging over his withered balls. He watched as his buddy pulled his spent dong out of sweet April's hole and he flaked out in the chair.
Only the twelve-year-old child lay sprawled on the counter top with her legs hanging off the side. Both men saw her puffy, reddish labia dripping of cum and the cum puddling under her bare ass.
April was completely worn out. She didn't move! She had been so uptight with desire and unsatisfied lust. Now she was as spent as the two men.
She was no longer a virgin! She knew what it was to be fucked! She closed her eyes and dozed. She'd had pricks in her hole and in her mouth. She had been loved and pampered and praised and complimented. She'd had it all! She felt so damned good she could hardly believe it!
Fucking was good! Fuckin' was bitchin'. She loved it!
CHAPTER THREE
April didn't object to the heat of the summer like most everybody else did. She swam a lot during the heat of the day and early evening. The news media kept track of the heat and announcing this was the hottest summer in many years. Everybody bitched about the weather, except April.
She swam and spent most of her time watching Manny's apartment or dreamily thinking about fucking while she listened to records. She and her mother still didn't get along well. Her mother wanted her to do something to take up her time so she wouldn't be so lonely around the apartment.
April kept telling her mother she wasn't lonely. She had the pool and her stereo and her best friend Sandy. She didn't tell her mother about Manny or his friend Mark. Nor the fact that Manny had other friends that dropped into his apartment to visit him and see her. No, her mother wouldn't understand about her fucking with so many men and loving every minute of it!
April didn't understand how she could have been so stupid at the beginning of the summer. Manny had tried to tell her how much fun it was to fuck and she hadn't believed him. She had really been dumb! To think he'd had to beg her and bribe her was really dopey. He still gave her money whenever she wanted it, even if she didn't want to take it because she had enough to go to the show or buy candy or ice cream. Manny insisted she take money. He didn't have anybody he could do things for, he said. He liked to help her out a little.
When she said she didn't need it and wasn't fucking for the money, he told her to save it. One Friday night after her mother had gone to work, Manny took the twelve year old to the bank. He helped her open a savings account in her own name. Between the two of them, they forged her mother's name on the account, too.
Manny stressed the importance of saving money for a rainy day.
April couldn't see it, but then, Manny had been right about so many things. So every week she went to the bank with him and put in money. He was generous and so were his friends and April was having a ball! She couldn't believe how fast her money piled up in the bank! Her bank account grew and grew. Now as a woman with money she wondered what to do with it? She couldn't tell her mother about her money or her mother would want to know where she got it?
April did tell her mother she did odd jobs for Manny and some other people around. And her mother worried about April being in an apartment with a single man. Joyce thought it was nice of the man down the row of apartments to help her daughter financially. After all, April was too young to work officially. Who would hire a twelve year old to work?
Since April only had about five dollars a week that Joyce knew about, she didn't think her daughter was over at Manny's apartment very much.
Joyce had seen Manny walk around the apartment complex sometimes on her days off and thought he was kinda cute. He was just about the right age for her. He was single, because April knew him. Joyce had a warm feeling toward Manny because he was so good to her young daughter. April must have told him the financial struggle she was having and the dear man was helping out by paying her daughter to wash his truck and do dishes and make his bed and every once in a while do his wash.
Joyce didn't have to finagle to get money for her little activities anymore. April made the small amount by doing her little jobs. Joyce was proud of her daughter for having the initiative to get small jobs to help out at home. She knew her daughter would go far in the world since she felt responsibility at such an early age. How many little girls would spend their spare time working at little jobs to pay for their own anything? Joyce was so proud of her young child.
Only she did wish April wouldn't go into a man's apartment at night to do the dishes and so forth. But April explained she didn't want to go into his apartment during the day 'cause it was too hot and she liked to swim. Besides, Manny was good company when her mother was at work.
Joyce felt guilty about leaving her daughter every night, so she let Manny take over like a father. Joyce didn't really think anything would happen to her daughter in his apartment. After all, Manny must be about forty, just right for her, Joyce. And what forty-year-old man was gonna be so open about having a child April's age in his apartment if he had evil intentions? Besides, Manny was a fairly nice-looking man ... He wouldn't waste his time on a skinny, scrawny kid like April!
Joyce felt a little more secure knowing that April had him around at night. If something ever went wrong in the apartment, April could call on him for help. So even though Joyce didn't know Manny, she felt warmly toward the man who was indirectly helping her with her young daughter.
Joyce even talked about Manny at work and her co-workers giggled. The girls at work said they figured this man was too shy to get to know Joyce so he was working up to it by playing up to her daughter. The way to the cow is through the calf. They teased her about the guy who would eventually get to know her even if it took years. This made Joyce happy to think that maybe there was somebody interested in her. She'd been lonely for so many years. Joyce felt all cozy and cuddly when she thought about the prospect of having Manny interested in her. She wondered if she should invite him to dinner some night when she was off. No, she couldn't do that. She was a little on the shy side herself. And if he found out she had a slight speech impediment he might not like her. She was extremely self-conscious about her condition. Her girl friends at work and any other people thought, when they first heard her talk, that she was from Germany or some other country. Everybody thought she just couldn't pronounce certain words clearly because of some accent. Joyce would let it go at that until she knew people better and then they knew she had this speech problem.
She had let her speech problem dominate her so that she didn't actively go out to meet people and she was held down by it. She didn't always feel like explaining her "accent" to people. Sometimes she would go to a bar when she got really down. People there were usually too drunk to notice and if they did, they thought she was drunk and slurring her words. And it was difficult to hear voices and speech problems over the loud music.
She didn't like to go to bars. She didn't drink too well. She always got sick and bar-hopping didn't set a good example for her little girl.
At times she thought she'd die of loneliness and when she felt down and unloved, she'd think about Manny. It was a comfort.
Joyce decided it was a good thing for her daughter to have a friend like Manny, a father image and who knew what? Maybe Joyce and Manny would get together sometime and they'd all be a real family. That thought warmed the lonesome Joyce clear through. It had been quite some time since she'd had a man to crawl in bed with and love. Maybe that was why she was so bitchy. Or was April the crab...? Or was it because of the tension about money, or just a combination of all of it that made the mother and daughter fight all the time?
On her way to work that day, Joyce noticed the church on the corner had a sign out announcing Bible camp. That would be good for April. Joyce didn't go to church since she had lost faith in any kind of God long ago. It couldn't hurt April though. The child would have the opportunity to go camping out in the mountains somewhere and have supervision and fun. Maybe the separation would be good for both of them. Maybe April would appreciate her mother more and maybe Joyce wouldn't feel so guilty about what to do with her daughter while she was at work. Anyway she figured it, the camp experience would be good for April. Joyce would call the church tomorrow morning and check on it. She smiled at the thought she would be doing something for her little girl. She did love April more than anything else in the world. The camp time would put an additional strain on her budget, but maybe the outcome of the whole thing would bring she and her daughter closer together with less fighting. It was worth a try.
The next morning Joyce beamed as she called the church.
April sulked! She didn't wanna go to any damned old church camp! She liked it at home with her mother gone! She was having a ball with Manny and his buddies. Why was her mother so damned gung ho about sending her off to some godforsaken church camp? What fun could she have up there? All those stupid counselors checking on her and telling her it was time for arts and crafts or swimming? Shit, she could swim at home. And as for fun time? She had it at night with Manny. She also would miss out on going to the bank and putting her money in. God, her mother was stupid!
Joyce hung up the phone and with pride in being able to do something for her youngster, told April that the church would take her that weekend at no charge. They were just glad to help a struggling mother to provide her daughter with an enriching experience that would help both mother and daughter find God in their lives.
April wasn't looking for God. She was perfectly happy with finding a new prick every once in awhile! Her dumb mother was ruining her life! Manny had told April that this weekend they would have a really neat party and April wanted to be there. Why should she miss a couple of new cocks for a visit with God? Shit! The weekend was only two days away!
Joyce told April the church would keep her up in the mountains for two weeks and every minute would be planned for the children's fun and education. There were boats on the lake and camp fires and swimming and hikes and church out under the trees....
April didn't care if church was out under some rocks! She wasn't gonna go! She didn't presume they had supervised fuckings up there. Damn her mother! April sulked.
Joyce thought her dear child would miss her mother despite the fights they had been having. She felt she was loved after all! And might just be the chance she needed to meet Manny. What with April up in the mountains, the man would stop by to see about the little odd jobs and she'd get to talk to him and maybe strike up a friendship. The girls at work said that was the reason he was being so nice to her daughter.
Funny how nice things worked out....
As soon as Joyce went to work, April went down by the big tree and sprawled on the damp grass. She didn't care that the dumb managers had watered that morning. Maybe she would catch pneumonia and die before the weekend. She rolled over on her belly and within minutes the back of her was dry due to the heat. No, she wouldn't die a horrible sickly death, she'd probably live to go up to the mountains with the dumb church group. How repulsive!
"Asleep?" Manny asked coming up to her and squatting beside her.
She looked up at the slender man. Her eyes took him in and came to rest on his bunchy crotch. God, how she'd miss her super whang! The way he squatted, her heart pounded at the sight of his pants pressing tightly on his balls and prick.
Tears came to her eyes. She told him what her mother had in mind for her. She told him she didn't wanna leave him for so long and she cried and cried. Her young body shook.
Manny sat on the grass beside her with his knees up. His crotch was in plain view of the little girl's eyes and she longed to fuck him. The very sight of his pants tight against his balls and dick made her mouth water. He surveyed the length of the child and admired the way her hips bowed up in a perfect semicircle and then tapered to her thigh and shapely legs. She had a compact little figure for being so young and not fully developed.
He adjusted his pants to loosen the crotch.
She listened to him talk to her in a soft voice and explain that it wasn't the end of the world. They'd be together again in a couple of weeks. It wasn't that bad. Everybody liked vacations and her mother was providing her with one in the only way she could afford. He told the child not to take it so hard. He didn't intend on moving. He'd be right there when she came back.
So April went to camp.
She cried all the way up to the camp grounds and the church people tried to console her. They knew the youngster would miss her mother. They knew the mother was doing all she could to provide her sweet child with the privileges of a full life even though she herself couldn't afford it. The church people were certain they could save this child's soul and give her a true meaning for her life in the two weeks they'd have her. She was so young and innocent and so like a lost, little soul. Yes, they'd preach to her and pray for her and maybe she'd join the church and be a wonderful, sweet, prayerful person. At her age she needed to find Jesus. Then when they got done saving her from the nasty, old world, they'd go to work on her mother. Divorces were so wrong, but maybe the church could still work miracles and save both April and her mother....
April wished the damned fools would go away and leave her alone! At least let her think about Manny's creaming dick even if she didn't have it crammed in her hole. She guessed there wouldn't be any more meals at the Y or furburger lunches, at least for two weeks. How could she last that long? She already had an itch in her crotch....
The old church bus chugged into camp and all the kids clambered out.
April didn't know any of the kids. She went to the cabin she was assigned to and tossed her sleeping bag and duffle bag on the lower bunk. She sat down with her chin in her hands and sniffed.
The religious leaders were right there to take over. They introduced her to all the crumby kids and helped everybody get settled.
Cindy, the little girl on the top bunk, tried to talk to April. April didn't want to talk to anybody. She planned to lie on her bunk and think about Manny for two weeks and cream her jeans. She could pass the time re-living all her lovely times of fucking with him and his buddies. She had no intention of going to Bible study out under God's glorious trees-as they put it. She was gonna think dirty, nasty thoughts and try to think up some new positions for fuckin' and suckin'. She positively would not read the Bible. She was gonna work her own cunt at night and have her own orgasms and think about Manny sitting between her thighs watching her finger-bang her own hole. Nobody was gonna convert her to anything! She was quite satisfied with her life the way it was up until this damn trip to God's retreat. Shit on retreat! She wanted to go home and fuck Manny!
She became aware of Cindy poking her on the shoulder. She looked up at the skinny girl with the long, stringy hair.
"What do you want?" she asked crossly.
"I'm gonna go piss. Wanna come along?" Cindy tossed her long hair back over her shoulders.
"Sure. What the hell? Beats goin' behind the trees, I guess."
"Not necessarily. Ever feel the long grass tickle your crack?" Cindy asked and laughed.
"No, but I've felt a tongue tickle my crack."
"Really? God, bet that'd be far out," Cindy said.
"Next to fuckin', it's the greatest!"
The two twelve year olds trudged up the stony hill to the toilets. They walked into the old wooden building. Spiders scampered to corners to hide.
"You really fucked?" Cindy asked. She took her tight Levi's down and squatted on the toilet.
"Yep." April watched Cindy squatting on the toilet.
She heard a noise on the roof of the low slung, wooden toilet.
"Birds and branches," Cindy said standing up.
April took a quick look up and saw young faces through the wire holes in the roof. She whispered to Cindy that there were boys up there on the roof watching them take a pee. She told her not to pull her pants up yet. She'd give her lessons on getting the boys more horny than they were. Cindy seemed like a cool kid to April.
Cindy stood with her jeans around her knees. Her blonde pussy sparkled from drops of pee. The sunshine hit right on her snatch and made it glisten in the dingy outhouse. Only it wasn't a real outhouse. It had toilets all -lined up with no dividers between them. But they did flush. The rest of the building was just wooden boards.
Cindy stood to the side of the toilet April intended to use. She watched April pull her jeans down and looked at her curly pussy hairs.
April stood facing the toilet and her fingers slid to her twat. She separated her lips and pulled her snatch wide apart and let go with a stream of piss that hit the toilet. To show off a little, she pulled her clit area up a little higher and pissed on the wall behind the toilet.
Cindy was awed. She'd always sat on the toilet.
April got done shooting her pee around the toilet and on the walls. She took her fingers and ran them up her crack for any stray drops of winky-tink and stuck her fingers in her mouth to lick them clean. She pulled up her pants and stuck her hands in her pockets.
Cindy sat back down on the toilet next to April. "I didn't know a girl could do that!"
"Try it sometime," April said.
"Yeah. I'm gonna do that. That's neat!"
April started to the door and Cindy pulled up her jeans and tagged along. The two girls walked out the door and bumped into three boys.
"Hi," April said and smiled.
"Hi, yourself," one boy said pushing his long, dark hair back over his shoulders.
"What're you guys doin' up here? This's the girls' toilet," Cindy said.
"Gotta check out all the little, round asses. You can tell which girls're gonna be fun and which ones ain't by the way they pee."
"You girls're gonna be fun," the tall, blond guy said.
"This's a groovin' church camp," April said.
"Shit! All us guys come here to have a ball. Some of the chicks do, too. And there's the others...."
"What others?" April asked.
"The ones with the Bibles. The ones who're strung out on religion."
"What're you strung out on?" Cindy asked.
"Fuckin', baby," the dark kid said.
"Me, too," April said.
"We can have lotsa fun, you know what I mean?" he winked.
"How? All these creeps keep checkin' on us all the time."
"After the campfire tonight and we all hit the sack, after bed check, sneak out and we'll meet you behind that tree over there," the blond guy said pointing to a big sprawly oak.
"What if the dumb counselors catch us?" Cindy asked.
"Shit. After we're in bed, they head for that hill over there. See?" He pointed to a hill on the other side of the camp. "The counselors meet over there and screw around. They're lucky if they get back to the cabins by daylight. See you tonight?"
The girls nodded and headed innocently down the hill to their cabin.
April and Cindy did a lot of whispering as they put their things away and made up their beds.
Cindy had never fucked before, so April explained to her the finer points of balling. It was great! She had a difficult time trying to figure which she liked best, the blow job or the actual fucking. So far she had been fortunate and got both during the same sexual experience. If she had to choose, she probably would say she loved a tongue up her hole! Just to feel some guy's face in her slit and feel his tongue in her tube or his teeth nibbling on her clit blasted her out of her tree. Fucking was great, too. Nothing was quite like a good hard dick shoved up her cunt. She loved it all, but was a little partial to the oral bit. She knew she'd never be a lezzie, because she liked cock too much. She loved to suck somebody's peter until she drained it of all its cum and she liked to have some guy jack-hammer his rock-hard penis into her hot box. No, she couldn't be a lezzie, but tongue fuckin' was almost the greatest thing in the world. She didn't know how it'd be to just have a blow job without the final punch of whang. Maybe, she and Cindy could try it sometime? April had never licked a girl's crack before. She'd only tasted her own cunt juices. Maybe she'd give Cindy a blow job and see what it was like and if it turned her on.
Cindy was diggin' it. She ate up every word April spit out. She was excited about tonight!
April was excited, too. She'd never had a young prick jammed in her hole or felt young fingers in her pussy. She'd only had older guys. This was gonna be a night to remember. If she didn't like young guys in her snatch, she always had old Manny when she went home. She might as well have a ball up here in the mountains! She intended to!
The campfire was a bummer. Every little, jolly Christian toasted hot dogs. It was only April who slipped her hot dog in and out of her mouth slowly and deliberately before she nipped the end off. She knew the three boys were watching. She licked her frankfurter from one end to the other and slobbered on it before she slowly shoved the cock-like meat into her mouth and sucked on it. She brought the spit-coated hot dog out of her mouth and nipped it down the side, taking tiny bits of meat with each nibble. Then she'd stick the whole thing into her mouth and wallow it around.
She saw the tented pants on the three youths across the fire. One guy clamped his legs together as he watched her suck her hot dog.
When the visiting minister came by and asked her if she didn't want a bun for her hot dog, she said yeah, for the next one and took a pickle from the plate he had.
The minister went on to other kids and April worked on the pickle the same way she did the hot dog. She finally bit into the pickle and juice trickled down her face from the corners of her mouth. She looked across the campfire to see if the boys were still with her. They were. She licked the pickle juice from the corners of her mouth and her eyes closed as if pickle juice-or cum-was the most delicious juice she had ever tasted. Her tongue darted from one side of her mouth to the other.
She saw that one guy was pressing his hand against his crotch and another adjusted his too tight pants. She smiled. She could teach these young religious freaks something tonight and she intended to really get bent outta shape doing so.
After a fine wiener roast, everybody sang songs. "Old McDonald" and a few other goodies faded into "Onward Christian Soldiers", then they all marched off to bed.
April and Cindy crawled into their bedrolls in their clothes and pulled the covers up tight around their shoulders.
At bed check, they faked sleep when the flashlight was shined into their faces. As soon as the chaperone walked out of the cabin, their feet hit the old board floor. They put on their tennis shoes and slipped out the door. They giggled as they staggered up the rocky hill and found the right tree. There they collapsed onto the hard ground and waited for the boys.
Cindy was getting cold feet. She didn't know if she oughta be out in the dark with boys. She wasn't sure if she wanted to fuck. She didn't even know how to French kiss and she was thirteen.
April said if she didn't wanna do anything she didn't have to. She could watch. April'd fuck them all! She loved it!
The night was dark and still and the trees looked strange and monstrous. It wasn't long when the girls heard rustling in the bushes. What if it wasn't the boys? What if the noise was a bobcat? Goosebumps stood out on the girls' arms.
"Hi, you guys," said a boy's voice.
The girls relaxed. All the good little Christian children were together and all was well. The trees were so thick the sky wasn't seen nor were the twinkling stars. It was pitch black out there in the boonies.
The girls told the guys their names and the guys had names, too. The tall blond was Glenn and the dark one was George. The other boy didn't show. He found something to do with another chick under another tree.
The kids had no preference as to who was with whom so by process of matching hair color, April got George and Cindy got Glenn. That was as fair as they could come up with, two blondes and two brunettes.
April snuggled close to George and he kissed her sweetly on the mouth. She knew he was one of the guys on top of the toilet roof and so was Glenn. So why waste time with kissing? She liked kissing, but the whole night was being wasted.
She asked George what he thought of her talent of pissing on the wall.
They both laughed about that.
She asked him what conclusion he had come to about her ass. Did it pass inspection? Was it what he wanted, or was he just window shopping? She was so direct he was slightly jarred. Was he a religious nut or really the naughty little boy she hoped he was?
He said he was a naughty little boy and he loved the way she ate hot dogs and pickles-and licked the juice.
April giggled. She wondered how Cindy was doing with Glenn. They were behind a thick bush, as if she and George could see anything, anyway, it was so dark.
George was always prepared. He'd brought a flashlight. He musta been a scout before his church-going days. He said it was in case he wanted to see what he was doing.
April asked if he was a contortionist. How could he see, if he was fuckin'?
George said he liked to eat, too! He liked to see a girl's pussy and hole. He also liked to see titties!
April said if he wasn't all talk, he should take off his pants.
George had never been with such a forward girl and just sat there startled.
April peeled off her camp T-shirt and bra. She slipped out of her jeans and panties and put her clothes down on the rough ground to sit on. She didn't need a thistle up her butt!
George flashed his light on her naked body and whistled. "Wow! Where'd you come from and how come I didn't meet you before?"
He whisked off his clothes and piled his next to hers and plunked his butt down. He sat there, swallowing hard.
"Well?" she asked.
He hemmed and hawed.
April knew he was all talk. He probably wanted to fuck around but didn't know just how to start. Besides he was still in a state of shock at her actions. April could remember how she felt at the beginning of the summer. She'd been really stupid and dumb about everything. She'd help this poor kid get started and hope to hell he fucked the shit outa her.
She leaned over close to him and her bare boobs rubbed against his chest. She kissed the moaning, groaning boy on the mouth and stuck her tongue inside his lips. She darted her tongue around his teeth and pulled her slobbery tongue out of his mouth and licked across his lips slowly. At the same time she moved her young breasts back and forth on his hairless chest. Her rigid, little nipples felt bare skin and she had a new exhilarating feeling. Always before, her men had been covered with thick, bristly hair. She liked a bare chest just as much.
She felt his arms go around her naked body and down to her hips. His lips kissed her back and his tongue plunged right into her mouth. She thought he didn't have the class at frenching that her older friends had, but his tongue was hot and stabbing and she liked it! The feel of his young hands on her buns made her tingle even more in her sloppy crotch.
Her hands reached for his pecker and it was hard and ready to go!
They both fell back on the pile of clothes and hugged and kissed each other as she worked his hard dick up and down slowly. She didn't want this young boy cumming in her hand! She hadn't experienced a young cock up her pubescent pussy and she wanted to. When his young, firm hand touched her pussy she tingled with joy! He knew what to do! Only, he didn't do it the way she was used to. He flipped her over on her belly and spread her legs apart so he could crawl between.
Her boobs were smashed against the hard, rocky ground and she wasn't too sure if she liked this whole idea. She felt his hot, solid body on top of hers as his fingers slid around her hips and into her labial slit. He pulled her marshy lips apart and dug his fingers into her hole and jabbed away as he snubbed his young, beating cock to her asshole. He poked and prodded at her tight anus. The more he bumped her hole the tighter she clenched her rectum.
"It isn't gonna work." she said, panting.
Quickly he jumped off of her naked body and felt around in his bunched-up clothes for a tube of suntan grease. He spread her asscheeks apart and squirted the grease into her crack. He took her rectum with his hands and poked his strong, young fingers into her clenching hole. He sopped his fingers and her rectal area with the greasy junk.
"I never been assfucked," she said. "It ain't gonna work!"
"Yes, it will, baby, if you just relax. If you don't, it's gonna hurt like hell...."
He jumped between her legs and snubbed his beating, thick prick to her hole again. His dick slipped around in the thick grease until it was well soaked. He stuck his pounding stick to her asshole again and pushed.
April squealed in pain and tightened up.
He lay still over her back and kissed her shoulders and neck. His fingers dug for her hole. Her snatch was all greasy and he slid his fingers up and down her slit, always missing her fluttering clit.
She wanted him to touch her clit and pinch the fluttering love bud, but apparently he didn't even know she had a very touchy lovespot. She loved his hands in her sloppy, squishy slit, but she didn't like his hot rod stuck to her asshole. He kissed her neck and dug into her super messy, sloppy slit. He pressed his hard cock to her asshole and his penis slipped away. Too much grease. He put his prickhead to her hole again and pressed, pressed, pressed.
April squirmed and clutched at the pile of clothes under her naked body.
"That hurts!" she said angrily.
"If you'd hold still and I got my cock in there, you'd like it! It's the tightest fuck you'll ever feel!" George was panting. He worked at getting his dong into her asshole.
"I'm a tight fuck, anyway! You don't have to rip me apart!"
"Hold still, damn it!"
April kept her pussy smashed into the pile of clothes. She felt his one hand dig into her snatch and the other work to keep his slippery cock at her anus. She felt she couldn't take a prick in the ass when he shoved his in slightly. It hurt and she couldn't move! The more he pushed his slimy, slippery whang inside her asshole, the better she liked it! She felt so cram, jammed full of heavy dick that she could not move. If she did, her ass hurt. She laid there flat on the ground and let the boy work his hard dick slowly in her hole. It felt so bitchin' good! But she couldn't move with him or against him ... just lay there and take his prick!
One of his hands was in her pussy and sloppy squishy slit and the other crunched her young breast. His fingers pulled and tugged on her smashed nipple. She was completely at his mercy and she loved it!
He worked her clit with his darting fingers and her hole with his plunging prick. His balls were against her sticky crack and banged with his every thrust of whang!
She moaned and sighed every time he jammed his pecker in her asshole. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her head was to the side and her long, dark hair fell over her face. She couldn't rotate her hips or move at all. She laid there and felt her clit sputter and flash as his fingers darted from her clit to her vaginal opening. She felt completely unable to move she was so full of hard cock. Her cunt spasmed and her little clit jerked! Her juices burst out of her contracting vagina and drenched the youngster's hand. She felt perfectly spent as her cum rolled out of her hole. She had no wild jerking and shaking. Her young body was held tightly to the ground by the boy's weight. She clutched the loose clothes with her hands and felt the steady gush of cum flood out of her tube until she felt completely drained and relaxed.
George shot off his load of hot, young sperm into her relaxed asshole, which was still tighter than any vagina he'd pumped a fuck to. He jerked and shook and slid around on her bare back. His balls thumped into her cum drenched crack as his thick dick popped in her squeezing anus.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!"
He lay on her shot body until his prick shrank and easily slid out from between her buns. He sat between her spread thighs and held his whirling head.
She didn't move! She felt like her insides were dragged out by his dong. She was fucked so good in the ass she couldn't move!
Without his heavy breathing absorbing her head, she listened for her girl friend. There wasn't a sound from the bushes.
She sat up on her throbbing, stretched ass and called Cindy.
No answer.
April fumbled around in the pile of clothes and finally found her own. She put them on, hoping they were right side out in case she bumped into a minister or some other roving watchdog. She kissed George and hurried down the hill to her cabin.
Quietly she crept inside to her bunk.
Cindy was crying on the top bed. She told April that she had really wanted to fuck, but it hurt too much. She was too tight and Glenn had gotten pissed off at trying to stick it to her and having her cry all the time. He'd jacked off and left her lying in the bushes. She was scared to come back to the cabin by herself and scared to stay out there and wait for April. She said she'd feel dumb watching them in the darkness. It had been a terrible experience! She really liked Glenn, but he'd probably never speak to her again as long as he lived.
Cindy wondered if there was something wrong with her. She really did try!
April patted her on the shoulder and soothed her. She said she had tried too hard and tightened up too much. Yeah, it hurt the first time. Not enough to not be able to fuck, though. April knew Cindy was just scared. She told her not to feel too badly. They'd think of something! And not to cry about Glenn. He'd come around for another crack at her. Not many guys got a chance to fuck a virgin!
Cindy protested that he hadn't been able to get his stick in her at all! He'd really been mad! He'd cussed at having his cum all over his hand and not in her hole.
April told her not to worry. She'd figure out something. She dragged her own hurting asshole into bed and fell into a contented sleep.
Her dreams ranged from "Old McDonald's Farm" with a cock here and a cock there and a cock in this hole and a cock in that hole saying sputter, sputter here and a sputter, sputter there and a little cum here and a little cum there ... to the Christian soldiers fucking here and fucking there, in this hole and out that hole.
The Christian way of life was really getting to her!
The next day Cindy and April had swimming class together. Both were in the advanced class. The lessons were held in a pool despite the fact the camp had the lake in the middle of it. The lake was for boating.
The girls were so glad they were in advanced swimming because that made them eligible for canoe lessons instead of the flat-bottomed rowboats. They entered each class energetically and enthusiastically.
April was a little preoccupied with her friend's problem of not being able to ball. She would have to talk to Glenn about being a little more easy with Cindy. After all, it wasn't every day a guy got a chance to fuck the cherry out of a girl!
The mountains were hot and dry and a fire hazard. The girls enjoyed the pool and the lake. It kept them fairly cool to be around or in the water.
Still, at the end of the day as the sun was going down, April and Cindy decided to take a shower over at the pool's shower room. The constant talk about conserving water for emergencies such as a forest fire didn't bother them. They were hot and smelly and wanted to be clean and sweet smelling.
April would get hold of Glenn and talk to him about Cindy during the campfire religious services. Then hopefully she'd also talk to George about another fucking session behind the trees.
April and Cindy went over to the shower room and stripped off their clothes and tossed them in a pile on the floor. They turned on the cold water and splashed around like a pair of ducks. Their long hair stuck to their naked bodies and the soap bubbled as the girls giggled about conserving water.
April looked at her friend's body all lathered up with soap. She pulled her over to her shower from the neighboring one and helped her soap herself even more. She liked the feeling of the girl's warm body even under the cold water. Her back was smooth and slippery. They both giggled as April ran her hand over the girl's naked, soapy breasts.
Cindy liked to have her tits played with. She giggled and splashed around in the shower. She stood still when April tugged on her rosy nipples. She was wide-eyed as she let her friend put her mouth to her nipples and nip away. She felt a strange tingle in her crotch.
April was in the direct spray of the shower and sucked Cindy's nipples like they were a lifesaving device. Her tongue flicked over the slender girl's nipples and her teeth nipped gently. She tugged on the thirteen-year-olds nipples and suddenly let go!
Both girls giggled and splashed.
Cindy told April that Glenn hadn't done that to her the night before. He's just pulled her pants off and tried to stick his prick to her.
April felt sorry for Cindy. She'd gotten on a real bummer!
April took the bar of soap and ran it down Cindy's flat belly and rubbed it around in her pussy.
Cindy stood still and watched her friend suds her nest to full bubbling. She spread her legs apart when April slipped the bar of soap into her sopping wet slit. Cindy had never felt anything so good in her life!
April stooped in front of the lithe girl and pushed the soap around in her crack. She had never messed around with another girl, but she knew what would turn her on, so she let the soap fall to the flooded floor and took her fingers and poked at Cindy's clit. Her slit was still full of soapy bubbles and April's fingers slid easily to her friend's hole. She stuck her two fingers into the virgin girl's tight hole and worked the soapy suds around inside Cindy.
Cindy could barely stand up! Her crotch felt so good and tingly! She squatted in front of April and her vaginal slit opened wider. April plunged in two fingers and worked Cindy's hole hot and heavy. She thought her friend felt bitchin' hot and good! She took her other hand and tweaked the girl's pointing, little tits.
Both girls squatted before each other with April working Cindy's tight, virgin hole and breasts. She was surprised when Cindy touched her boobs and mimicked April's actions. Cindy tugged on April's nipples and leaned over to suck. Her hands were cupping April's titties and her mouth worked the rigid, little nipples. Cindy liked to tweak April's boobs. She let her slender fingers trail down April's gut and she touched the drowned pussy between April's legs! Her fingers slid into April's crack and went over her fluttering clit and punched into her burning hole.
Cindy thrilled at the super soft, velvety feeling of April's seething tube. She giggled happily and smiled at her friend as she stuck her finger in and pulled it out, in, out, in, out.
April took her own hand out of Cindy's tube and took her friend's hand and told her to use two fingers and if that wasn't enough to jam her whole fist up her cunt! The bigger and thicker the jab, the better!
Cindy took two fingers and rammed them up April's torrid, wet hole.
April felt the thickness of her friend's fingers ... almost like a punching cock! She slid around and under her squatting friend as Cindy punched her wet, hot, squishy hole.
April laid on the cement, shower floor with the water flooding and swirling around her flowing hair. Damn drain ran too slow! She put her hands to Cindy's cuntal slit and spread it wider apart as she raised her sopping head. She flicked Cindy's flooding clit with her hot tongue and licked to her wide spread hole and plunged her darting, piercing tongue up her friend's cunt.
Cindy felt weak and hot. Her head whirled and she jabbed faster at April's burning furnace. She got on her knees straddling April's face because she couldn't maintain her balance while she shook so with excitement! She worked her friend's snatch fast as she felt April's tongue jab and dart around her hole, in and out, over her clit, around her clit and back to stab her virgin tube!
Cindy shook and shivered with delight. She bent to her friend's drowned snatch and separated her labia. She stuck her tongue into April's hot, wet slit. She tasted so clean and smelled so fresh with the shower water spraying down on both of them! Cindy went wild with lust for her girl friend's wet hole! She slurped and got water and vaginal juice! April's tube was hot, squishy and delicious!
April clutched her friend's thighs and pummeled her tongue in and out, in and out and back to her button asshole. She pressed her tongue to the girl's tight anus and forcefully thrust her tongue into Cindy's rectum while she stabbed three fingers up her cunt. April punched and thrust her whole fist into the girl's crotch as her three fingers thumped into the virgin's hot, stretched hole. She hit on her clit with every mighty heave of her hand and stab of her tongue into her anus!
Cindy cried out in anguished happiness as her clit fluttered and her vaginal muscles spasmed! She tingled and her heart pounded. She cried tears of happiness into April's twat as she shot off a load of hot, thick cum onto April! Her body jerked and wracked with her happy orgasm! Her open mouth clamped around April's hot box and her teeth bit into April's soft, smooth skin.
April shot her load of cum off with a little shriek of pain at having been bit in the crotch!
The two naked girls shook and spasmed and swirled around on top of each other in the deepening water of the shower. The steady spray of water pelted down on them and they collapsed in a heap of water.
They lay there with the cold water drenching their naked bodies. Cum dripped to mingle with the water that swirled to get down the drain.
"There's no reason you can't fuck, Cindy," April said.
Cindy moaned in her happiness.
"I had two fingers and then three in your hole and there ain't no guy that big! You can handle any of these boys up here! All you gotta do is relax and enjoy. You did like it, didn't you?"
"I've never felt so good in all my life!"
The twelve-year-old girl smiled at the thirteen year old.
"You gotta get with fuckin' a guy 'cause I don't intend to become a lezzie. Your ass was good, but kiddo, there's somethin' about a guy-his shoulders, his body, his prick...." She closed her eyes dreamily.
"Can you get the guys for tonight?" Cindy asked hopefully.
"If not them, another pair. Lots of horny guys up here. You know, I thought church camp was gonna be dullsville. How wrong I was!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Joyce missed her daughter even though all they did was fight. She woke up earlier than usual and wondered around the apartment. There wasn't that much housework to do with her sloppy, lazy kid gone. No extra bed to make, no peanut butter to clean up, no empty cans to dump. Joyce didn't like television in the daytime and she was gone at night. She felt absolutely lost!
She dreaded her days off ... two of them in a row! What the hell was she gonna do? She was broke since it had taken extra money to send her daughter to camp. The camp was free to her, but April had needed a sleeping bag and some undies and a couple pairs of shorts and a bathing suit. It all took money that Joyce didn't have! So this evening she sat home.
Her day off had proved to be a fizzle. She'd scrubbed the already clean bathroom, cleaned some cupboards, mopped the spotless floor and taken a walk in the afternoon. She'd taken a dip in the pool which had been a lonesome experience since she wasn't friendly with any of the neighbors.
She watched Manny come home from work in his dirty work clothes. He hadn't even said hello. He and his buddy had crossed the green patch of grass and stomped up the cement steps, gone into his apartment and slammed the door. That was that!
She watched some dumb program. She didn't even know what it was. The apartment didn't seem quite so dead with a little noise blaring from the television.
She knew what she wanted. She wanted to go to bed with somebody! Her daughter was gone and she had the whole apartment to herself. She didn't have to get up in the morning. She could do as she damned pleased, only she didn't have anybody to do it with!
If she thought she was lonely when April was around, this was the worst, just the most absolutely frustrating evening she had ever spent in her whole life ... and she'd spent quite a few!
If this was what it'd be like when April got married and left home, Joyce didn't even want to live past that time! She was so depressed she could cry! She found herself counting the years until little April would be gone from her life. She didn't have all that many years left with her little girl. Then what would she do? She'd kill herself! She couldn't stand to think of years alone. She was getting older and older.
She hadn't found anybody to marry or even shack with. She would not go on after April left home. Life was too miserable!
Walks were depressing. She had long ago given up church! If there was a God, why did He want her to be so miserable? Everywhere she looked people were in couples. At the restaurant, on her walks, or in a bar. Everybody had somebody ... except her!
She wasn't that ugly! Why was she alone? This was a cruel life! Even the man who April did the chores for hadn't stopped by. She didn't stop to think she'd been at work when he came home from work and he worked while she was rambling around the apartment feeling sorry for herself.
Nobody cared whether she lived or died!
Her heart cried out for somebody! Anybody! She wanted a man to hold her and touch her. She wanted to be kissed and fucked! Even if it was just for tonight!
She never thought she'd settle for a one-night stand, but now she would. Even a married man would do for tonight. She racked her brain for someone she could call to come over. All her girl friends were working and she didn't get out enough to know anybody else.
She thought about calling on Manny. No, that would be too forward. She couldn't do that. And what would she say to him if she did go to his apartment? He already knew April had gone to camp. She couldn't just go up to him and say she was lonely and would he please go to bed with her and hold her tight and love her.
If all she wanted was a fuck, she had a banana in the fridge and she could easily finger fuck herself and force the banana up her hole and have a cum.
She wanted that, too, but what she really wanted was to feel a man's arms around her. She wanted to feel a warm body next to hers. She wanted to hear the words of love, even if the guy didn't mean them. Just for tonight!
She thought she'd have a drink and went to the kitchen to mix one. No. That would only make her more horny and lonely.
She could go to a bar and see who she could pick up, but she didn't have the money to buy even one drink. She couldn't depend on somebody paying for her drink. She ought to have enough money for the first drink. She could sip on one until somebody offered to buy her another. Since she didn't drink too well, there was no sense getting physically sick on top of her miserable mental condition ... even if she could afford to.
Joyce wondered if April missed home. She had never been away from home before. She hoped her daughter wasn't as miserable as she was, yet, in a way she hoped she was. Her daughter wouldn't be home for over a week. Maybe she'd get homesick and want to come home. At least she was somebody to fight with. It wouldn't be this deathly loneliness! Joyce could not cope with being alone!
The damned air conditioner wasn't cooling the apartment worth a shit!
Joyce went to the front door and opened it. It was cooler outside than in. She'd have to talk to the managers about doing something with her lousy air conditioner.
She looked down at the lighted pool. Everybody was in couples. They laughed and splashed and kissed. Almost enough to make her puke at her own lonely condition.
She walked back into her apartment, leaving the door open. She slumped in the big chair and tried to concentrate on the television. She ran her hand through her short, rumpled hair. She lighted a cigarette.
Nobody could be more miserable than she was this night!
"Hi," came a voice from the doorway.
Joyce was startled and sat up from her slumped position. It was Manny. She smiled happily at the sound of his voice.
"Mind if I come in a minute?" he asked.
She shook her head and motioned him in.
"I miss that little girl of yours," he said, sitting on the couch.
"So do I," she answered in her accented impediment.
"She sure is a cute little bugger," Manny said.
Joyce didn't want to talk too much since she didn't want to be asked about her speech impediment. She didn't want Manny to leave either. It comforted her just to have a man in the apartment. She wasn't alone ... for the minute. She couldn't just sit there and nod or shake her head. She had to do something! Oh, he looked luscious to her! Her heart palpitated just to have a man her own age in the same room. She wanted to go to bed with him! She wanted him to hold her and kiss away all her fears and cares. She couldn't attack him.
He was telling her about what a sweet child she had. That's not what she wanted to hear! She knew she had a good, little girl, even if they argued a lot! She didn't want to talk about children right now!
Here she was and there he was! She just plain wanted to be loved! So what if it was for just right now! Her crotch itched right now!
She had tried for so long to suppress her sexual urgings. She had tried to keep busy and take a lot of cold showers and keep her mind occupied.
Why was she feeling so horny? And she wouldn't say a word to this man about it. He must be horny, too. Why had he stopped in? Just to talk to her about her daughter? He lived alone. He must have frustrations the same as she did! He didn't act like it. He sat relaxed on the couch and chatted away even though she only nodded every now and then.
"May I make you a drink?" she managed to sputter.
He nodded and went right on talking. Yes, screwdrivers would be fine. Could he help?
She accepted his offer, since she knew next to nothing about mixing drinks.
They had one and then another. She hoped she wouldn't get sick. She was having a nice time sitting next to this slender man on the couch. She could almost feel the warmth of his body radiate to her. She was very warm herself. She was so relaxed she even talked to Manny. He thought her "accent" was cute. She warmed to his compliments and soon was sitting so close to him that he put his arm around her shoulder.
She cuddled close to him and dreams of a happy marriage danced through her head. How wonderful to have a man on the couch and cuddle. She wished she could be so fortunate as to have this situation every night! It would change her whole life from one of depression to one of constant happiness!
The drinks made her slightly dizzy. She couldn't remember how miserable she'd been a short time ago. She was so happy snuggled in Manny's strong arms.
He took his hand and put it on her chin to tilt her face upwards. He kissed her warmly and wetly.
Her crotch sizzled with desire. Her arm went around his neck and she turned her body to press her pelvis against his. She felt his hot cock push against her pussy. She took his tongue into her mouth and sucked passionately.
She felt him run his hand up through her tousled hair and hold her mouth in place for him to stab into. She loved it!
Manny was so used to her young daughter that he almost called her by the wrong name. He'd have to watch that! He couldn't be fuckin' away with Joyce and call her April! He decided he'd be better off calling every female "baby" or "honey". Yep. That would be better, because he did intend to fuck Joyce. He hadn't stopped by just to chat about the kid.
He had his usual horny condition which he intended to satisfy! He could go to a bar and pick up some chick, but he was never sure about getting into her panties. He'd known times when he'd spent lots of money on a gal buying her drinks and sweet-talkin' her only to have her leave alone or with somebody else. The odds weren't always in his favor at a bar. He'd met some real weird chicks at bars, too. The kind that always pissed him off were the ones who could be had but spent their time telling him, "I just don't do this with everybody and I don't want you to think I'm cheap or a hussy."
He didn't really give a second thought about their moral character. He was after a screw and that was that.
Now with Joyce, he knew she must be horny. He had heard from her daughter that she didn't go out much and that she was a regular bitch at home. He figured she needed a screwin'. Manny was only a Good Samaritan when he was gonna make out in the end. He wasn't gonna put out money and gamble on some chick at a bar when he was sure he had a good thing almost next door. He wasn't tight with his money at all, he just wanted a sure investment. He didn't like to play games, either. Oh, he'd court a gal and take her to dinner and movies, but he considered it a bunch of shit to court first and then have to work for a piece of ass on top of it! Suspense didn't intrigue him a bit.
Right now he could tell Joyce was hot and ready to go. She didn't need all the courting bit. She needed a hot cock up her hole. He could tell she was all uptight about life in general and he would help her get loosened up with a screw. His hands went to her boobs and he gently caressed her jutting tits. His mouth was on hers and he stabbed in his tongue. His hands slipped to her gently rotating hips and his pecker stood at attention!
Joyce was pleasantly tipsy. She loved the feel of Manny's hands on her rounded body. His warm hands felt neat on her breasts and she pressed her pussy against his crotch. She felt his stiff bone thumping against her pelvis. Her heart pounded wildly! It had been so long!
Manny took her hand and lead her to the bedroom without a word.
Joyce tingled as the lubricating juices trickled into the crotch of her panties. She wasted no time in stripping off her clothes and ripping back the covers. She crawled onto the bed just as the naked Manny crawled on from the other side.
She felt Manny's strong arms encircle her body and she pressed against his naked, hairy body. Her pelvis smashed into his hot, stiff pubic area. She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him on top of her. She spread her legs to get him in position and she was ready! Her crotch was dripping with desire and her hot box clutched and spasmed.
She felt his burning cockhead at her cuntal couth and she heaved her crotch to meet his plunging dick. She swung her hips and whirlpooled his jack-hammering prick up inside her hungry tube. She slithered passionately under his hovering, hammering body. She so hungered for his pelting, pummeling prick!
"FUCK! FUCK THAT HOLE! SCREW YOUR COCK IN TIGHT!" she screamed in a frenzy. "YOUR DICK'S SO GOOOOOOD! YOUR BALLS'RE HOT IN MY CRACK! SOCK IT TO ME ... MORE ... MORE!"
Manny humped her with all the fury she wanted! He heaved his hard prick into Joyce until he jarred her whole body and inched her up to the headboard.
Her tits swung and jiggled. Her legs clamped his ass in tight. She screamed for more cock! She tingled with a insatiable lust for his pounding, punching, thumping dick! She had to have more and more!
Manny heaved his whang into her as he took her legs and put them up over his shoulders. He thrust his banging pecker into her sloppy, squishy hole again, again-again! He hoped his pulsating stick would hold out long enough to whip the cum outta her and settle her down! He sweat as he ricocheted in her hot, seething, torrid cunt harder and harder! His drenched balls swacked into her steaming, slippery crack.
Joyce screamed her delight at being pounded solidly. She cried her delight as she shot off her pent-up cum! She squirmed and shook while Manny continued to pound into her shooting tube with his explosive rod.
She let her hands fall from his sweat slick shoulders and loved being jolted and rocked by his still strong prick. She had her delicious cum and her vagina was clenching and clutching on his burning cock to squeeze the hot cum from it. Her hole was sloshy and boiling hot. She felt her cum trickle down her crack as his hot rocks hammered into her flooded slit.
Manny dug his fingers into her buns and hold her ass up off the bed when his jabbing cock spurted and spluttered his thick, creamy juice into her bubbling twat. His hips shook like a dog screwing a bitch. He tossed his head back to look up at the ceiling as he shot a steady gush of sperm into Joyce's hole.
He let her hips down and pulled his wrecked pecker out of her squashy hole and fell on the bed beside her gasping for breath.
"Jesus, lady" he said heavily.
"I can't help it ... it's been so long since ... I'm sorry...." she whispered.
"Don't be sorry! Just let me get my wind and I'll fuck the living shit outta you all night! God, I got me a hot one! Damn, I didn't even get to kiss you or nothin'. Sonovabitch!" He lay sprawled on the bed and his breathing was becoming more normal.
Joyce's last cum was so beautiful, but too fast! She had been all excited and too uptight to really get the full benefit of all the loving she wanted. She'd kiss him now and hope she didn't become unglued again so fast! She was out of her tree with the delicious thought that she had Manny for all night! She could do anything she wanted to and for as long as she wanted to! How absolutely fantastic! Now she wanted to suck his cock and eat his asshole and lick his balls!
She swung her wanton body around and climbed on top of Manny's naked, sweaty body and put her face to his crotch. She straddled his face with her still dripping snatch. She took his limp organ in her hands and loved the stickiness of the spent cum. She put her mouth to his shot cockhead and kissed and nibbled. She adored the taste of the sticky mess on his rubbery prick. She buried her face in his matted hair and licked his balls with a frenzy. She was getting out of control again! She devoured his withered pecker in her wet, spitty mouth. She bathed her face in the sticky cum. She loved the delicious taste and smell of this man! Her mouth was all over his peter and balls! She nibbled up one side of his strengthening dong and down the other. She sucked in one delicious ball and wallowed his oval nut in her spit. She let that hot rock out of her mouth and snarfed up the other. Her hands went to his asshole and fingered his tight button. She poked and prodded and punched in one finger. She wiggled her finger inside his rectum and slid it back out. She put her smelly finger to her nose and savored the shitty aroma. She stuck her finger into her mouth and licked the taste of his asshole off. Back" in a frenzy to his rock-hard cock she went with her mouth.
Her tongue slid around his soft, silky foreskin and tipped his beating prickhead again and again. Her hands were on his testicles squeezing and caressing.
Her own body shook with delight at all the wonderful places to stick her tongue and fingers. She was like a child on Christmas morning with a wonderful new toy! She slobbered on his whang, his nuts, his asshole!
She was worked up to a high pitch. She thought she would burst with lust and passion for his body! She nibbled and nipped and sucked with an untamed animal lust! She slithered and slid all over his naked, sweaty bare skin. The touch of his hairy body sent tingles plummeting through her eager, energetic, lustful body! She wanted all of him all over, under, around and in her! She was wild with explosive desire. All of her pent up, suppressed desires were unleashed on Manny. She rubbed her cum dropping snatch all over his chest and neck. She pushed her sloppy, marshy crotch onto his face. She nearly died with ecstatic happiness at the feel of his tongue in her slit! When she felt him stab into her hot, sloppy hole with his burning tongue she nearly had heart failure ... HIS TONGUE FELT SO GOOD IN HER HOLE! His spit, or was it her cum, or his cum? All dripping and mixing in her slit as it spilled out of her boiling, bubbling tube ... fantastic! His fingers on her fluttering clit ... his other fingers punching in her asshole, his tongue in her tube ... sent her head soaring into a dizzy sea of craving lust!
Her gut contracted and her titties pressed on his lower gut as she devoured, chewed, sucked his delicious penis, nuts and ass crack! She was crazy for his cock! She felt it thump and beat in her mouth. She felt it every time he twitched a muscle in his blood-gorged prong. Her torrid, wet mouth wanted to taste his shooting sperm and gobble it all up!
Manny rolled her over on her back never losing contact with her marshy, soft crotch. He slid down her legs, kissing her thighs, her knees.
Her sobbing, longing crotch spasmed for his tongue. She clutched his long, slender, hairy legs as he slid his mouth away, away from her flooded crack.
When her pelvis was even with his and her head by the calves of his legs and his head on the calves of her legs, she felt him fumble around the mess of matted hair. Her pussy and his pubic hair that were pressed together and tangled. She felt him push his fuckin' prick into her sloppy, squishy tunnel ... UPSIDE DOWN!
He hugged her legs and worked his pelvis closer to hers. She clung to his hairy legs and felt a new, wonderful, digging feeling in her vagina! Upside-down fuckin' was absolutely the living end! God, it felt bitchin'. There was something so different, so delightful, about having his hard dick press ass-backwards instead of the usual upward thrust that she couldn't move! His every movement was a deliberate, well placed stab into her cunt. He worked her hole slowly since there was always the danger of his hard dick losing its place in her sloppy, squashy hole. She didn't want his dong, that was poking her twat from this different angle to slip out! He would drag his throbbing pecker so close to her vaginal mouth that she feared she'd lose it ... and then slowly and deliberately plunge his blood-filled whang smack into her tunnel at a distinctly different angle!
It felt wonderful! She clung to his hairy legs and nipped at his calves as he slobbered on hers.
"Damn, that fells good," he moaned.
"You know it!"
He worked her hole slowly and deliberately. His balls were squashed in and out of her slit, sometimes rubbing on her clit and sometimes pressing against her damp pussy.
THE UPSIDE-DOWN FUCK WAS FANTASTIC!
Her clit fluttered and jerked with happiness at getting flicked and rubbed by his hot balls. Her hole felt like she had seventeen pricks shoved in it. The angle he stabbed his dick in from was just backwards from what she had ever experienced. Every shove in thrilled her and she sucked in her breath as he slowly withdrew his dong slightly. Then another deliberate lambaste of prick sent her into orbit!
"Oh, God, that feels good!" he said.
She moaned and let her steady stream of cum ooze out of her hole. She didn't jerk or move at all. She just flooded her vagina with the longest, most soothing orgasm she'd ever felt. It was beautiful! The feeling of all her energy, nervous tension, cares, everything ... erased by the gentle flow of cum, cum, cum....
She didn't have a tense muscle in her body ... she was completely drained in her lovely orgasm.
Manny sent his hard dick home several times more in her hot, thick jism and then he shot off just as calmly as she had.
Joyce and Manny laid with their pelvises seared together in the murky, smelly, delicious bath of mixed cum. Their hair was matted together by the lovely, thick, warm, soothing cum.
Neither of them said a word. It was such a lovely, wonderful, calm orgasm that it left them both speechless. They just enjoyed the feeling of closeness ... the mutual smearing of cum ... the warmth of pelvis on pelvis ... the oozing cream ... FANTASTIC!
They dozed, head to foot, for a short time.
Joyce woke and she was being kissed on the face and neck, ever so warmly. It was like she had died and gone to heaven. Such lovely, soft, tender kisses. She kept her eyes closed because she feared if she opened them, her kissing angel would stop. She felt so warm, so well loved ... the whole outside world didn't exist! Nothing mattered except the warm, glowy way she felt. Everyone should feel this way just once in their lives. Even if it wouldn't last ... she was in heaven right now.
She felt erotic, yet extremely blissful. She had never known such peace and comfort and tender kisses before. She knew she had died!
Slowly she opened her eyes and there was Manny caressing her breasts and bathing her neck in warm kisses. She smiled in the darkness. She was exhausted and happy.
"You were really wound up," he said low and softly in her ear.
She nodded.
"Better now?" he asked nipping on her ear lobe.
"Wonderful," she said softly.
"Had enough?" he asked.
"Never from you," she answered softly.
"I'll love you again and again," he said. "I'll do anything you want me to do. I'll lick your clit and your hole. I'll fuck you as hard as I can. I'll kiss you and hug you. I'll chew your titties. I'll bite your nipples ... whatever you want...." Manny whispered lowly.
"Hold me. Just hold me," she begged.
"All right ... I'll hold you. You're so soft and warm. Your body is beautiful. You drive me right outta my mind," he said cuddling her close to his naked body.
He pulled the covers up over their bodies and snuggled his hot face against her neck.
She dozed again and dreamed of her fantastic love for this man. She dreamed of her steady, streaming orgasm ... so lovely, so completely satisfying ... so devouring ... so complete.
CHAPTER FIVE
Joyce woke the next morning in the arms of her lover. It was a strange, beautiful experience for her. She looked at the deeply tanned construction worker sprawled next to her as she snuggled on his naked shoulder. She smiled as she glowed inside. It hadn't been a dream. She was in bed with that delicious man from down the hallway balcony. She laid perfectly still watching him sleep. It had been so long since she'd had the opportunity to watch a man sleep. She looked at his dark face, his thick brows, his thickly lashed, closed eyes. His hair was sprayed over her pillow. Even though he was slender, his arms rippled of muscles. His chest was warm against her naked boobs.
That was another thing. She hadn't slept naked between smooth sheets for ages. Not since her darling daughter was old enough to get out of her crib and walk into her mother's room. She felt slinky and sexy knowing she had done something a little more than she'd dared for years.
When April had been a tiny baby, Joyce had slept naked next to her husband. As April grew up, Joyce would not sleep bare in case her little girl came trotting into the bedroom early in the morning or during the night. She had been so concerned about setting a good example for her young daughter. She didn't want her to think her mother would sleep in the raw with a man, not even her own father! Besides, it stopped a lot of questions from the child about the human body ... male and female. Joyce saw no reason to exploit her nakedness nor that of her husband.
Then when her husband had left, she'd nearly frozen her ass off if she dared sleep nude. So that was the beginning of the flannel nightie era. She had never gotten past that stage in life ... always the flannel.
Now she wouldn't care if the whole United States came tromping through the bedroom! She delighted in the feel of the cool, clean, white sheets against her body. She was exuberant about lying next to this luscious man that had helped her hurdle that last lonely night when she so longed for another human being to hold her and love her and caress her.
She languished in the loveliness of her present condition. She wished it would go on forever! If only she could keep Manny in bed with her forever and ever! She'd felt bigger pricks up her hole than his. She guessed it was true, it's what you do with what you got that counts because he had driven her wild last night! She wondered, as she watched his peaceful body, if she hadn't been so hot and so wanton, if his dick would have felt and tasted so good? It sure as hell beat jamming a banana up her twat!
She'd had such a delicious sex life with her husband. Of course he'd had a great sex life with just about everybody in town! He sported his studly prick in and out of more cunts than she cared to remember.
She had become quite bitter about men due to her husband and had not gone out with too many since him. When she found out all they wanted was a piece of tail, she had remembered her husband and his cavorting. She had been turned off immediately since she didn't care to be a nameless, faceless piece for somebody.
The years had gone by and she had gotten more desirous of a life that included fucking. She had tried the bars and a few strays, but always felt so dirty and guilty afterward that it hadn't been worth the effort. Besides, none of the guys that boasted about how super fantastic they were in bed had proved to be worth a damn! She'd been courted quite nicely by a couple of guys that showed her all the attention and love any woman could want-except in bed! They were impotent! That kind of guy spent his entire evening in bed kissing her and riling her up, only to quit suddenly to apologize and apologize for not having a hard-on! Those guys always sweat and got just as hot as a guy with a stony dick. Only those guys admitted defeat and she went home completely frustrated! They could've given her a cunt-suck or finger-bang and she'd have been just as happy with that kind of orgasm as with a hard fuck. But, no. She'd gotten all hot and bothered and those guys were, too. Only they quit. She could get along very nicely with a lovable, impotent guy who stuck his tongue in her hole as any other guy! To her, a blow job got the same results as a fucking. And the guy could have always jammed his fingers up her hot, clutching tube and accomplished the same results! She couldn't figure out these impotent ones. They seemed to like to kiss and love and they got just as hot! So they closed the world of women from their lives and went fishing or something dumb like that. They apparently didn't know there were women in the world who longed for and desperately needed to be held and loved and reassured. These guys were so full of self-pity because their dicks wouldn't get hard. They had something else to give that was just as important! They had love. They had to be very lonely people. They had to fear rejection so very much that they wouldn't even reach out and try! Everyone took the chance of rejection when they reached out to another person. She well knew! She had her speech impediment that had held her back so many times. She had built a wall around herself just like these impotent men had done. Hers was a permanent condition, but how did these men that could finger-bang and tongue-fuck know theirs was? So many people locked themselves in self-imposed prisons.
She had let go last night and look what she had in bed beside her! He didn't give a damn if her speech was perfect or not. She'd had a ball and from his exhausted condition, so had he!
She ran her hand down his bare belly to finger his curly hair. His whang was hard and she knew he had a piss hard-on and would wake up shortly to go take a leak. Her fingers caressed his soft-skinned organ.
She was gonna get all the fuckin' outta this guy that she could. She didn't know if he'd ever come back again and she was worried about losing her womanhood. Soon she'd have to go into the hospital and have a hysterectomy. She didn't know what that would do to her sexual urges. If she didn't have them anymore, it might be a pleasant relief. If she found she was still a woman, instead of an "it" she'd be right back in her usual turmoil. She knew she didn't wanna grow a mustache! She'd heard so many stories about women and their surgery and she was afraid.
Right now she knew how she felt and she wanted Manny to screw her again, for she was a woman and he was a man! Maybe she'd feel like the impotent guys she'd met ... then she'd know just how they felt. But, she could still get loved and give love even if she didn't feel it. She could still play the part in life that a woman plays, cooking, cleaning and all that jazz. So many needless worries flooded her mind.
She pushed aside all the stupid thoughts and concentrated on the hard prick she had in her hand. It was hot and so soft-skinned to be such a hard stick underneath that sweet, delicious skin. She loved playing with his foreskin. It moved back and forth so easily. She poked her head under the covers and watched as she played with his dick. First she covered his lovely cockhead with the ever so soft foreskin and then she pulled the velvety skin back and his luscious prickhead emerged. Beautiful!
Manny moaned and twisted in his sleep.
She delighted in the feel of his hair-covered legs against her arms as she laid across the bed with her feet hanging out and played with his pecker. Her face was so close to his delicious cock that she couldn't help but kiss his tender cockhead. She flicked her tongue across his penis head and kissed him again.
Manny turned in bed and opened his dark eyes.
"You're gonna get a mouth full of piss if you don't knock that shit off," he said softly.
Joyce crawled up in the bed and kissed his open mouth and stabbed in her tongue.
"You ready again?" he asked, smiling as he patted her on the bare back.
She snuggled against his warm chest and pressed her pelvis against his hip. Yes, she was ready again.
"I gotta go pee," he said and threw back the covers.
She felt so alone in the bed when he left that she couldn't stand it. She ran to the bathroom just as he started to jet out his yellowish piss.
"Do it on me!" she begged.
"Do what?"
She clamped her hand around his dong and pulled his foreskin up over his tear-drop hole in his cockhead. Sputters of urine shot and then he stopped his pissing.
She sat on the toilet and spread her thighs. Her already matted snatch pulled apart and her fluttering clit jumped around her pinkish labia. She pointed his still hard prick at her vibrant clit and let go of his tender foreskin.
He looked at her questioningly.
"Piss," she said.
"I can't."
"Yeah, you can," she insisted.
"Hell, I know I can't."
"It feels so good to have warm, soothing pee shoot in my crack. Please try," she begged.
Manny got to his knees in front of her and did try. Finally a spurt of urine shot out of his hard dick and he drenched her fluttering clit with his warm piss. He aimed right at her darting clit and drowned it in his yellowish pittle. The smell of hot piss filled her nostrils and the thrill of his piss on her clit made her shake with desire.
She licked the last of his urine drops off the end of his whang and collapsed against his naked shoulders. She wanted to say, "I love you. I need you. Please love me and never let me go." She knew better. Those three little words scare men away real fast. She'd take right now and love every second of it!
She followed him back to the bed and crawled in beside him. She fingered his soft dick and worked it up hard with a few strokes of her hand.
Manny crawled between her thighs and snubbed his dick to her hole. He knew he didn't have to work her up to a heated passion, she was ready. He didn't even stick his fingers to her crotch to flick her clit. He jammed his rock-hard dick into her hole and let it lay there. He pulled her upwards to where her thighs crossed his in a sitting position.
She felt his hot mouth on her titties and his tongue flicked across her nipples. She breathed heavily into his ear and plunged her tongue in and wallowed her spit around his hairy ear.
Manny rolled back on his back and pulled her with him. His solid whang never left her clutching tunnel.
She squirmed on top of him and his burning cock wiggled around in her seething, clenching cunt. She felt him take her one leg and push it across his hairy chest.
"Like it sidesaddle?" he asked.
She sat on his stuck out hard dick with both of her legs on one side of his pelvis. She was lifted up and down as he humped his pelvis. Her boobs jiggled as she rode his prick sideways. She felt his fingers pinch her nipples and her hole spasmed. Her clit was rubbed by his thick, curly, prickly hair.
Her hands rested on his chest and thigh as he jarred her roughly up and down on his punching pelvis.
"What I really like is to lie down," she said touching her dizzy head.
Manny pulled her legs down along side of his and rolled onto his side at the same time. His hard prick stuck in her hole from the back. He punched her slobbering hole from the back and clutched onto her jiggling breasts. He couldn't get the depth he wanted so he pulled one of her legs back over his hip. He let go of her breasts since she was on her side at a right angle to his body. His hands went to her buns and caressed her asscrack while his hard prick jammed into her sloppy, marshy hole.
Her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly on his plunging tool. She felt his strong fingers prod at her asshole. She tingled with desire and lust for all of Manny. She had never tried actually screwing a cock into her cunt, but he was doing it beautifully. From starting on her back and him jabbing into her hole from the front, he had lifted her to a sitting position, to sidesaddle, to now fucking her from the ass side of her naked body. He sure had some groovin' ideas for making her tingle all over! She never knew what position he'd think of next! She loved it! Anything he wanted to do to her wanton body was great with her! She loved it all!
She loved it when he changed her position on his sweaty body because he never let his prick get out of her hole and his hips kept up a constant humping, thumping. Her body was in a constant state of excitement and longing for this man's prick and hands and face and tongue ... whatever ... wherever!
Her head swirled madly as he jammed his hard dick in from the back side of her naked, slithering body. She had never been jolted from that particular angle before and it was exciting. Her boobs bobbled as Manny sunk his whang into her hole again and again. She felt loved and well stuck with that dick of his. Her heart pounded and she sweated all over her cool, white sheets. Her short tousled hair rubbed back and forth as she moved her head in her dizziness. Her hands clutched for his body, but he was behind her and she couldn't touch him ... so she clutched her boobs and flicked her tits. Her leg that was over his hip clutched his asscheeks and she dug her heel into his crack. Her other leg was down along his hairy ones as he pummeled her juicy, marshy tube with his hard dick. She felt the passion mount in her body and she whimpered with joy as he stuck it to her.
Manny clutched her hips and held her in position for his jabbing. His fingers went around her hips to her matted pussy and he stuck his finger in and flicked her clit. His hips thumped and heaved his pecker into her sloshy, boiling hole. He rammed her again and again! He breathed heavily as he fucked Joyce rapidly and fervently. His tender cockhead throbbed inside her clenching, flexing tube. His balls slammed into her asscrack and he felt tingles shoot through his rock-hard dick. He jammed and thrust and shot off his load of warm, thick cream....
"AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE," he screamed as he bent and kissed her back. His body shook and spasmed in his passionate release.
Joyce's heated body clasped and flexed and flinched and shot off her hot cum onto Manny's spurting cock.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE," and her heel dug into his ass to hold him tightly to her flooded hole. Her arms slung out to the side of her jerking body as they got unstuck from each other and she collapsed with both her legs over his hairy pelvis. She felt his withering prick press into her bun crack. His warm, sticky dick felt so damned good pressing and pushing into her anus!
"Oh, God, that was a good fuck!" she said, winded.
"Not too shabby," he said agreeing.
She laid there across his pelvis and felt him caress her titties. She was pretty well spent, but not enough to let him go. She wanted more and more of his hard dick in her hot box. She felt as if there was no tomorrow! She wanted to have his cock inside her at all times. She had to have more and more and more. Her belly contracted and her snatch pooched up and down on his hip.
She had done without for so long there was no satisfying her now! She had Manny naked in bed and intended to keep him there! All she thought about was prick, prick, prick! She was out of her head with lust and desire! She never wanted to be alone again! She loved Manny so much! The pleasure he gave her was indescribable!
"I'm hungry," he said flatly.
"Eat breakfast at the Y," she said softly.
"Jesus, Joyce, we can't fuck all the time or eat ass. Let's get something to eat," he said and tossed her legs off of him. He got out of bed and his withered dick hung over his shot nuts. "I can't do anything for a while, yet, anyway. Let's eat."
Typical man! If they didn't fall asleep after fuckin', they wanted to eat! She would humor him and then get him back into bed for another fantastic episode of balling!
"Gotta keep up my strength, babe," he said and walked naked to her kitchen. "What you got to eat in this joint?"
Joyce walked out into the kitchen with her boobs bouncing and watched him bend over to look in the fridge. God, he had a neat-lookin' ass and hanging balls.
"Want some eggs and toast?" she asked, coming up on him from behind. She put her hands around his hips and fingered his dead prick and balls and rested her tousled head on his back.
"Sounds good," he said. "Want me to make the coffee?"
He left her standing in front of the cold fridge and went to the coffee pot over on the counter. He fixed the coffee and plugged it into the socket while she fried eggs.
He watched her reach for plates and toast the toast. He admired her well-rounded body as she moved around the kitchen. She was a good screw all right. She didn't have the reservations about fuckin' that her kid did. But, he wouldn't knock the way her daughter fucked, either. He wondered what the mother would say about it if she knew he was fuckin' her daughter and what the daughter would say about his stickin' it to her mother? Really weird! It gave him a strange feeling of wickedness to know he was ballin' both the mother and daughter! He watched Joyce move around the kitchen and thought how bitchin' it'd be to have both Joyce and April naked in the kitchen. He'd always wanted to fuck and screw both a mother and daughter.
He thought it'd be neat to fuck the kid while the mother slithered around on his back with her boobs rubbing and caressing his nakedness. She could finger his asshole while he socked it to the kid underneath his slamming peter. Or it'd be fun to have it the other way around, too! He didn't care just as long as he could fuck them both at the same session.
He took the plate of eggs and toast that Joyce handed him and started to eat ravishly.
He hardly tasted the food his thoughts were so tied up on screwing Joyce and April. Maybe he could get it done and maybe he couldn't. He was having a ball thinking about fucking them both, separately. He liked them both. It was a bachelor's dream come true. And he meant to stay a single man! He was having so much fun screwin' these two that he had no intentions of settling for one or the other! He had it made! Both mother and daughter wanted his cock and it was a beautiful situation. He'd never give it up until maybe he was forced to in case one or the other became jealous or something. Then he'd just go on and find some other intriguing situation. Even his buddies thought it was bitchin' and cool that he was getting to the kid. Wait 'til he told them he was fuckin' the old lady, too!
He smiled and Joyce thought he was smiling about their sexual tactics. Well, he was! He could hardly wait to tell all his buddies at work that he was fuckin' the most horny woman he'd had the luck to meet. If she wanted his prick all the time and so did her daughter, he might have to call in some reinforcements! That was a dreadful thought! He'd fuck them both until he collapsed in his shoes. He'd give it the old heave ho until he couldn't heave or ho any more. He was so occupied with Joyce and her daughter that he didn't have time to go out hunting any new ass. He knew this situation would get old after awhile ... it always did. That's the reason he had stayed single for so many years. He was always fascinated with another piece of ass when he'd conquered one. He liked spice in his life and not the same old cunt all the time. That's when life got boring and he got depressed! He had to have the feeling of adventure and the hunt.
Right now, this was an interesting situation! God, he wished he'd had to go to work today! His old married friends would sit and listen to him as he told them about the wild, horny lady he'd decked.
Lunchtime on the job was always his time to tell about fuckin' the twelve year old. The guys' tongues hung out while he told about the fresh, young ass of his neighbor. Now they'd really get bent outta shape when he told them he was fuckin' the kid's old lady, too!
He did what the other guys dreamed about! They didn't always believe his tales of fuckin'. That's why his buddy had come over to see if he actually did have a twelve-year-old pussy to screw. The kid'd come through for him.
Now, he'd have to bring a guy over to prove he'd fucked the shit outta the kid's mother! He'd prove it to them.
He couldn't figure why the guys didn't believe him. Probably because he didn't look like a Don Juan nor act like one. He was just a skinny, middle-aged, construction worker who happened to hit on a good thing!
Those guys at work'd shit their pants when they heard about the mother-daughter fuckin' he was into. He was glad Joyce didn't have a husband! He loved to play around and ball, but he didn't want to get shot doin' it!
He gloated to himself as he devoured his eggs and looked across the table at the bare-boobed lady eating hers.
Her thoughts were quite different than his. She wasn't thinkin' along the lines of Find 'em, Feel 'em, Fuck 'em and Forget 'em or Seize 'em, Squeeze 'em, Hump 'em and Dump 'em. She wanted the wedding bit and the sitting by the fire and lovin' 'em 'til death do they part. Or divorce. No, she'd never divorce a guy again if she could ever get her claws into him! She hated to be alone!
She'd do anything Manny wanted her to, if only he'd hang around until he found he couldn't get along without her! She hoped!
Manny got up and got the coffee and two cups.
God, even with his dick hanging loose on his nuts, he was beautiful! She licked her lips as she watched him bounce back to the table and pour two cups of coffee. He was so sweet to her! She just loved him so much. She knew it was too fast to fall in love, but she couldn't help herself! She'd been so sex-starved for so long, a guy could look like a dog and she'd fall in love with him. Besides, she knew Manny was single and available! She imagined going for walks with him AND NOT ALONE! She thought of evenings at home fuckin' him AND NOT ALONE! She was so happy.
She could really tell him about her upcoming surgery. He'd be a big moral support to her while she was in the hospital. So she did. She explained to him that she would be going into the hospital soon and needed him to help her through the situation. She wanted to fuck the hell outta him right now because she didn't quite know how she'd feel afterwards. If she didn't have the same sexual urges afterward, she'd let him go....
Manny smiled and patted her hand. Inside, his guts grated. She didn't have him in the first place to let go of. However, he did see the opportunity of ballin' her kid while she was gone. Might be fun to screw her daughter in the mother's bed! That'd give him a charge!
He wasn't so heartless as to hurt anybody. He'd let Joyce think whatever she wanted to think before she went into the hospital. He didn't care. He wouldn't hurt her. He would visit her and all that shit, just to make her happy, because in the end, he'd be happy in her apartment fuckin' her daughter!
He wasn't mean or set on hurting anybody or putting them down. He was hell bent on havin' a fuckin' good time, though. And he could see himself taking care of sweet, little April while her mother was in the hospital. He'd only be helping, wouldn't he? He smiled and sipped on his coffee as he ogled Joyce's tits across the table.
He agreed to even take her up to the mountains to visit her daughter that day. That'd be fun, too. Take his last night's screw up to see her daughter, who was his last week's fuck. He knew neither the mother nor the daughter would say anything to each other because they both loved him too much!
He tingled with excitement! He loved the danger of being nasty! He'd been a dirty, little boy in grade school, always pulling the girls' dresses up or touching asses. Now, he still loved the idea of a little nastiness in his sexual behavior. How thrilling to have both mother and daughter together in the mountains. He had fucked them both and each knew he'd fucked her, but they both didn't know about each other! Funsville! He laughed to himself at his own wickedness. He loved it!
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Joyce rode in Manny's car sitting close to her newfound love. They drove up to the church camp by the back road instead of taking the freeway. The scenery was so much prettier, Manny said.
Joyce was thrilled that she'd found a man that was so thoughtful and romantic about the beauty of the pines and sky. She snuggled close to his lean body in his low, sporty car. It seemed like God had laid out a specially beautiful day for her. The scenery, smells of the pines and her lover by her side.
She rested her hand on his hard crotch as they rode up the two lane road to the mountain top. On every curve, she was hurtled either to him or away from him. She leaned into the curves like she had in high school, "opportunity corners" she had called them. Now she took advantage of all the opportunities by clutching onto his hard dick that tented his pants.
Manny urged her to play with him. He assured her he'd keep his eyes and mind on the road.
She knew he really liked her! The other dips she'd met hadn't offered to take her anyplace in the daytime like he had. Something was really gonna come of this relationship!
Joyce and Manny laughed and giggled all the way up the steep mountain road. She felt like life was beginning all over for her!
She hadn't felt so good since she was a teeny bopper and madly in love for the first time. She let all her suspicions and fears fall away. Manny was a good man!
She unzipped his pants and took his peter out and held it tightly. She bent to kiss his pulsating prickhead from time to time. His soft, velvety foreskin felt so warm and lovely between her fingers. She cradled his soft, wrinkly nuts in her hand and leaned over to nuzzle his neck. It was an absolutely lovely trip up into the heated mountains.
They turned off the two lane road and onto a dirt one that wound around through the back country. The trees were so thick they made a lovely, green archway for them to pass under.
Manny drove into the church camp parking lot and quickly zipped his pecker into his pants. They got out of the car and stomped through the dust to the rocky walkway that lead into the main building.
The heat was stifling and the smell of the pines was heavy.
Inside the dining room they went up to the woman by the stone fireplace and asked her where April was. She went over to her wooden desk in the corner and flipped through some pages and told them where her cabin was. Since it was the weekend, April might be down by the pool or lake. The woman told them to check with her counselor to make sure. She urged them to look the camp over since it was such a beautiful retreat. She smiled as Joyce and Manny left arm in arm.
Manny was gonna have to do something about the way Joyce was hanging onto him. What would dear, little April think? And what would Joyce think when he told her to knock it off? He did have problems.
Joyce and Manny walked down the hill passed the fire ring and on across the cleared space in the center of camp. He took her arm to help her up the steep incline to April's cabin. That was only manners for him to help a woman ... quite different than having her hang onto him! Surely April would understand that!
They checked with the cabin counselor and she wasn't sure where April had gone. They went to check the pool and lake areas. They didn't see her anyplace. They sat by the edge of the dark, blue lake on a fallen log and looked out over the sparkling water. There were boats out there and they couldn't see who was in them, so they decided to sit and wait until some of them came in. They'd try to find April, but if they couldn't, they would at least have a lovely day in the mountains.
Joyce wouldn't sit on the dry, hard ground, even in a pile of leaves. She thought there might be snakes crawling around. These mountains were full of them and she didn't like them. She sat up on the fallen tree and kept her tanned legs up, too. She had worn sandals, which was dumb, she decided. They slipped too easily on the dry leaves on the slopes. Her white shorts fit her like panties and her halter top was skimpy to let her get a tan while she sat by the lake's edge.
Manny sat behind her and as long as nobody was around he put his arms around her so she could lean back against his bare chest. He looked down her neck from his position behind her and his thumbs tickled her nipples through the halter top. He blew in her ear and nipped at her neck.
She felt him slide his hand up under the halter and caress her bare boob and pinch her rosy tips. They sat bathed in the heat of the burning sun and watched the lake. She tingled as he touched her breasts. She felt his hard dong press into her buns as she leaned against him. She suppressed the urge to fuck him right there on the fallen log. What if some preacher came along and saw them? And there was always the chance a stray kid would wonder up to them. So she controlled herself and Manny kept cuddling her boobs in a way that his arms around her shoulders and her bent up knees, hid what he was doing with his hands.
He had to be careful. He didn't want sweet April to catch him with his hands on her mother's tits. That might just throw a cramp into his concealed affair with the little girl. And he didn't want that, 'cause she was a good piece of tail, too!
Out on the lake, April was in a boat with George. She spied her mother and Manny sitting on the fallen tree by the lake. She thought how stupid it was of them to visit her. She wasn't lonesome, but her dumb mother thought like all mothers, her baby couldn't get along without her.
April felt a twinge of jealousy when her mother leaned back against Manny. April did know her mother had a bad back so she just thought Manny was being kind to her mother by being a back rest. And what reason could April have for being jealous, anyway? She was sitting in the rowboat with no clothes on with George in his bare skin, too.
April and George were off by themselves away from the other boats. They sat in the bottom of the boat. She was leaning back on the middle seat with her legs spread dangling her feet in the water while he sat leaning against the seat in the stern of the boat with his legs also dangling in the water. Nobody would see that the two of them were naked from a distance and who would suspect nudity at a church camp?
April told her friend George that the couple on the shore were her, mother and a neighbor. She saw that George wasn't happy about the idea of leaving his position at the rear of the boat, gazing at the girl's wide spread crack, just to see her mother! April didn't want to go ashore either. She wanted to continue the game she and George were playing. Neither of them could touch each other, just make movements. Each tried to make the other cum without physical contact.
So she ignored the fact her mother was sitting on the shore. Besides, she didn't want Manny to know she was out in a boat naked with George. Manny had no right to infringe on her time at church camp. He was her at home fucker. She had this young kid in the boat with her and she intended to get a tan, have an orgasm and probably a blowjob. She'd just let old Manny sit on that damned log with her mother and wait!
She leaned back against the plank that served as a seat and her naked titties jutted skyward. She knew George was looking at her pussy slit so she tightened her vaginal muscles making her young box wink at the lad.
"Want to stick your prick in my hole?" she asked devilishly.
There was no rule in their game that they couldn't talk.
"Can you see my hole real good?" she asked looking at George.
His stare was glued to her snatch. He nodded.
She did hope he didn't get splinters in his balls. He sure wouldn't get them in his cock! The boy's dick was hard and high over his nuts.
"God, you got a good-lookin' whang! Your cockhead is dripping a little. I'll bet you wanna stick your dick into my mouth and feel it get all spitty and sucked. Mmmmmmm, I wanna taste your cum in my mouth. I wanna swallow your little, fishy sperm and smell your cum as it shoots and spurts and squishes in my mouth. God, you gotta helluva hard-on. You're gonna shoot off pretty soon."
"I'll bet that little hot box of yours is winking and spasming 'cause it wants to be crammed full of my dick! Your hot pussy looks so juicy and good, like you're gonna cum, just thinkin' how good it'd be to have my peter up inside you-hot, pounding, hard. You wanna fuck so bad! You wanna feel my dick pound into your hole! You wanna fuck and fuck! You wanna taste my cum? Baby, I think how good it'd make you feel to suck my cock and have me jab your hole with my fingers. You wanna good cum. You wanna feel all hot and juicy. You wanna cum on my dick. How about if I stick my tongue in your hole and breathe up your cunt? I'll take my fingers and dig around in your hairy snatch and spread you apart, then I'll put my face down there and touch you with my tongue. I'll stick my tongue in and outta your hole. I'll slobber my spit in your crack. See, you want me to do all that. You're squirming. Your ass is wiggling. You want my tongue in your asshole. You want me to lick your crack and suck your titties and finger your holes! Come, baby, your hole is wiggling, come on, chick, you wanna cum, you wanna have a good, spurting cum right there on the bottom of the boat. You wanna let me see your cum trickle outta your hole and down your crack. You want me to touch you and lick you and punch your hole full a cock-hard, hard...." George said lowly to the twelve-year-old girl.
"I'm not gonna come to you. You come over here and fuck me. See, your cock is jiggling around and your cockhead is dripping. You wanna push that big thing up my hole and feel how hot it is! You wanna fuck me hard in this boat! You wanna suck my titties and you wanna feel my mouth on your prick and nuts. Come on over here to me and give me a good fuck! I'll lick your balls afterward and suck your limp dick. Come on, George, I want you. I wanna feel your dick in my hole."
April looked George in the eyes and she couldn't stand to hear him say sexy things to her and her say them back. She couldn't stand to look at his jerking prick and see his balls just waiting. She had to have him!
He looked at her juicy crack and her matted hair. His heart nearly stopped beating as he slid toward her on the bottom of the boat.
April inched her way toward the young boy. She straddled his pelvis and wrapped her wet legs around his ass. She felt herself lifted to his stuck out prick and slammed down on it.
She melted with lust and desire as he sunk his throbbing prick into her clutching, grabbing tube. She bounced happily up and down on his pole. She grabbed him around the neck and held on while he took her bottom and plopped it up and down on his hearty cock.
They slid against each other in the sweat from their bodies. The sun beat down and she bounced on his stiff dick. The boat rocked and he shot off his load into her cunt as she jerked and spasmed her spray of cum onto his stabbing, shooting whang!
They moaned and groaned and clutched each other's naked sweaty bodies.
Her hole slobbered their cum and his prick withered. His spent prick fell out of her hole and she dripped the mixture of cum down her red, puffy crack.
April sat up and laughed. George laughed and fell back in the boat. The flat-bottomed boat rocked and dipped in the blue water.
"You lost!" she said to George.
"Like hell!"
"You moved to fuck me before I moved to get screwed," she said.
"Oh, shit!"
"I'm all sticky and stinky," she said, looking down at her matted snatch. "Should we?" she asked looking at the coolness of the lake?
"Why not?" he said.
'"Bye," she said, standing up and diving from the boat.
He hit the water right behind her and the old boat tilted and rocked. They swam and laughed.
April looked toward the shore. Thank God, her mother and Manny had left. She supposed he was having a hard time getting along without her at home, but he'd just have to wait another week.
CHAPTER SIX
April regretted leaving camp and all her little Christian friends. They all did exchange addresses and phone numbers and George assured her he'd be by her apartment sometime to see her. That she really looked forward to! She even decided she might go to church in order to see him, at least on Sundays, unless her mother worked and she could corner Manny.
When she got home, she was greeted by the news her mother was in the hospital having surgery. Manny told her that her mother was fine and had come through the operation quite well. He had been with her since he was the next thing to family. He told her that her mother had wanted the operation over before April came home from camp so she wouldn't have to worry about her. Joyce was due home the next day and Manny said he'd go and get her and bring her home to little April. He had told her mother that he'd look after April that night and until she was home.
April couldn't help but love Manny all the more for all the help he was to her lonely mother. He was so much better than the little boy at camp! After all, George couldn't help her mother through this trying time. April melted into tears at the thought of her mother in the hospital, but Manny held her tight and assured her that everything was all right. He'd even stay the night with the child so she wouldn't be alone to think and worry.
She thought he was so kind and good! She called her mother at the hospital and told her how glad she'd be to see her tomorrow and that Manny had picked her up from the church and taken her out for dinner. April told her mother that Manny would stay in the apartment with her that night and they'd come and pick her up before eleven in the morning.
Joyce thought Manny was about the sweetest man she'd ever had the fortune to meet! He was stepping in just like the father she hoped he'd be one of these days. She could relax and go to sleep her last night in the hospital knowing that Manny was taking care of her little girl. She hoped they'd get along well. That would help if she married him. She knew it would be difficult for April to adjust to having a man in the apartment after all these years of just the two of them. April wasn't a baby anymore and marriages with readymade families were difficult, Joyce knew. This night they could get better acquainted. She knew April was fond of Manny since she'd worked for him, but this'd be different, having him in the apartment just like a daddy.
Manny did take over, but not just like your ordinary run of the mill fathers. He helped April put her things away. He stowed the sleeping bag on the top shelf that she couldn't reach. He put suitcases away in the storage shed down by the laundry room.
He came back upstairs and took the little girl in his arms and told her how much he'd missed her, which wasn't altogether a lie. Sure he'd been fucking her mother, but little April had a special place in his heart.
April was upset. She and her mother did fight a lot, but she'd hoped her mother would be home when she got back from camp. And the idea her mother hadn't told her about going into the hospital bothered her. She thought, what if she had died and she hadn't seen her mother before? She thought about her own selfish orgy in the boat with George and felt a pang of guilt. Not about having the orgy with George, but because she had ignored her mother that day.
What if she'd never seen her mother again? She'd been very selfish. April knew her mother had come up to camp to tell her about going into the hospital and April had ignored her for a young cock! April felt terrible and she certainly couldn't tell Manny her reason. She cried and cried as she sat on the couch with him.
Manny patted her and held her tightly to his chest. He assured the twelve-year-old girl that her mother was alright! Joyce hadn't told April about going into the hospital because she loved her child so much she didn't want her to worry. Now it was all over! Joyce would be home tomorrow and between April and herself they would help her all they could to have a pleasant recovery. He'd do everything he could to help both of them!
Right now he wanted to help the child into bed. He hadn't planned on Joyce going into the hospital so soon. He'd thought he'd have a whole week with the little girl alone. Well, he could adjust. He'd just settle for tonight, if she'd quit crying so hard. It was gonna be difficult to fuck her in the mood she was in.
April snuggled against Manny's chest and the tears slowly faded. She realized her mother loved her so much to spare her all the worry of the surgery. And Manny loved her because he was here with her to keep her company and protect her. She snuggled with Manny in deep love.
Manny picked the child up and carried her into her mother's bedroom. He put her gently down on the bed and sat beside her. His big hand caressed her soft, young face. He lay down beside the little girl and hugged her just like a worried daddy would. He kissed her warmly on the forehead and cheeks and held her in his strong arms.
April stopped her sobbing and fell into a peaceful sleep in his protecting arms.
"Ain't that the shits!" he said mumbling.
He covered her up and went out into the living room and watched channel 100. There were two sailors cussing about their "Last Detail." When the two sailors took the young kid to the whorehouse, Manny tugged his whang out of his tight Levi's and beat meat. He worked his old pecker so hard he thought the foreskin would bleed as he jerked off. Damned kid! He'd thought he was gonna have a nice piece of tender meat and all he got was his old, hard, used dick spurting off in his own weather beaten hand! He looked down at his jerking whang and watched it gush forth his jetting cum. His hand was bathed in his sticky juice as he clenched his spurting dong.
"Shit!" he said, sputtering mad.
He'd wanted to fuck the kid in her mother's bed and have all the comforts of home, only she was too worried. That was a dreadful let-down for the forty-year-old man! Well, what did he expect? He'd never fucked her in a bed or alone. He'd always made a game of screwing and usually had a buddy or two with him. He'd never made love to the little girl, he'd experimented with her!
She played his game and sex was a thing out of lust and for display. She got her kicks and so did he, out of the unusual, the bizarre. Fucking had always been something daring or nasty, just like it had been for her up at camp. Either screw damned near in front of the minister or behind some trees or out in a boat. Screwing was a sort of devilish thing to do. Some people got high on booze, some on dope. He'd taught her to get her kicks out of a daring fuck. He'd made her just the way she was. He'd taken a cute, little, innocent child and made her an object of fucking in freakish ways.
Here when he had the bed, the shower, the solitude, she had fallen asleep! There was nothing unusual about it, no challenge of getting caught, no thrill! He'd created himself a fuckin' freak! She didn't seem to get it that screwin' was a very personal thing between two people. Sex was a thing that was to be displayed, exploited!
He sat with his drooping whang in his hand and thought of what he'd done to that little girl in the bedroom. She was now a show-off. She wasn't sweet and innocent and loveable. He'd done it to her! She wanted the outlandish. If he intended to fuck her again, it would have to be in some way that turned her on, something daring, something like screwing her in the middle of Grand Central Station!
Otherwise she'd fall asleep in contentment.
He could kick himself for what he'd done to the little girl. He could imagine what her honeymoon would be like, a public screw in some hotel lobby. Well, hadn't he brought in his buddies? Wasn't he the one that made a game out of sticking a whang into her ass or cunt? He was the one that had paid her off to damned near putting on a strip act for him and his friends. What else could he expect? He'd taken a sweet child and made her into a mere sex object and he'd loved it.
He had created her weird ways of expressing sex. Now he'd have to think of something that would turn her on. He'd fucked her so many times in different ways that now he wondered if his fucking made her flip out, or if it was the challenge of not getting caught or how many guys were there, or what? He knew he, himself, didn't light her fire. In proving his manhood in various ways, he had completely disproved it! He wasn't what thrilled her. It was the circumstances that thrilled her! Maybe his whang wasn't such hot shit after all! And he'd been the one to tell her there'd be lots of cock bigger than his that'd get into her hole. Maybe he'd turned this child into a search-and-fuck type kid, out for racking up her conquests. That's what he was! And he'd made her the same way!
He and his buddies had taken her cherry and made a game of ballin' and she'd played. Now he wasn't happy with the results. Shit!
He took his pants off and went into the bedroom. He crawled into bed with the sleeping child and lay looking at the ceiling all night.
* * *
The next morning he might just as well have been her daddy. The two of them cleaned up the apartment and changed the bed for momma's homecoming. He went to the store for goodies and groceries to stock the apartment for the disabled Joyce. She wouldn't be able to get to the store for quite some time to get the things she needed so Manny went and did the shopping.
At ten-thirty he and April headed for the hospital to get Joyce. They went to her room and helped her get packed up. They followed the nurse as she pushed the wheel chair with Joyce in it. Manny opened the car door and helped her into the car and they drove home.
He was depressed about Joyce's condition. She was a hot screw, or at least had been. It'd be sometime before her hole was ready for a heavy pumping. If he wanted to fuck the kid, he'd have to come up with something different for her to get turned on over.
He did all the things a loving husband would do. He helped Joyce up the steps to her apartment and put her to bed. She was still weak and sweaty from the surgery. He even cooked some chili for April. He poached eggs for Joyce. He acted the part of daddy and husband and he was bored stiff! This wasn't what he bargained for!
April sat at her mother's bedside and talked to her about camp and how Joyce felt and told her how much she loved her even if they did fight.
Manny could see he wasn't gonna get to either one of them, so he quietly left. He headed for a bar and got drunk on his ass. He bought drinks for a blonde he thought had delicious-looking boobs poking out in her tight, black dress with lots a cleavage.
He looked at her round ass that was covered by her black dress and thought it'd be a thrill to get her home to his apartment. She looked like she'd like getting a prick rammed in her hole in a bed with no audience. She drank like a fish and he knew she'd soon be bombed into a condition that he'd have her at his mercy. He thought about how he'd like to take her to April's apartment and fuck her right in front of April and her mother. That'd make that little shithead excited enough to wanna fuck him right in front of her mom and this dumb blonde!
When he looked up from his thinking and staring at the bar, his blonde chick was gone!
He was too drunk to get mad. He had difficulty getting off the bar stool without falling. He was near the point of passing out. Even if he wasn't fully aware of what he was doing, he was fully aware he wasn't gonna score tonight!
He shuffled out of the bar and staggered home. He couldn't even get enough of a hard-on, as he walked home in the dark feeling his whang, to beat meat. He clutched his prick through his pants pockets and the damned thing was dead! Shit on women!
CHAPTER SEVEN
April was very attentive to her mother during her recovery period. She didn't go down by the pool in the afternoons. She tried to keep the apartment cool and she made all kinds of salads for her mother since it was so hot. She kept her mother's iced-tea glass frosty cold and full.
April was so concerned with her mother that she never gave Manny a thought. She cleaned the house and made her bed and did all the things good, little girls do. She hated to see her mother in pain and so she set up a schedule for her pain pills. April wrote down at just what time she had given her mother pills and what time she could have them again. She developed a lot of efficiency that first week her mother was home.
Joyce was very happy that her daughter could take responsibility so well. She recovered in record time with all the tender lovin' care from her little girl. She was up and down a lot and as her strength came back and the hot flashes lessened, she was up more and more.
Joyce and her daughter didn't argue at all since April didn't have time to have that itching desire in her crotch. They got along beautifully.
Manny stayed away from the apartment. He'd been rejected by April and her mother was in no condition to screw. He'd acted out at the bar with the blonde and his sexual frustrations grew and grew. He was in no mood to play games. He wanted a fuck instead of beating meat all the time. Even at work the guys were razzing him because he didn't have any juicy stories to tell them about his sexy neighbors.
It was the beginning of September and school was about to start. Joyce was able to drive her car to take April shopping for school clothes, but she still tired easily. She'd been told to take at least six weeks off from the restaurant. Then she'd be in good shape to stand on her feet and do her work. The scuttlebutt from other women that had had hysterectomies was that Joyce wouldn't be back to normal for at least a year. She'd still get tired. The girls at work told her to take estrogen shots and she'd never notice the difference in her sex life.
Joyce had to laugh at that because outside of Manny, she hadn't had much of a sex life, anyway.
April stayed right on her mother's heels. She thought since her mother hadn't told her about the surgery, she wouldn't tell her about it if she didn't feel well. April worried about everything her mother did or didn't do. She was weighted down with worry and fretted if her mother lifted anything. After all, she did love her mother very much. What if something went wrong and something happened to her mother? April would be lost. She was in a constant state of concern and worry. She'd heard of complications setting in after surgery and she didn't want her mother to have any trouble!
Manny was horny. He didn't like to pick up barflies and his fun seemed to be gone. He couldn't get close enough to April for a fling and Joyce wasn't due back to work for another week. He thought maybe things would change once the little girl knew her mother was well and healthy. Also, when her mother was fully recuperated, he'd have to visit her and break her in. Then he'd be right back to scampering from Joyce's bed to screwing April on the counter top. Things would change.
He felt good about knowing his daring days weren't completely over. He decided to get a present for April and one for her mother. He really should show more interest since his fun time would begin again very soon.
Manny went to the shopping mall and roamed through the stores. He had no idea of what to get a twelve-year-old girl. He asked the store clerks and one asked if the child had a bike. Little girls loved bikes. Could she ride it to school? Was it a long distance? Also, a bike was good for running errands and saving on gas, which was good for the economy.
He looked at bicycles and had a helluva time trying to pick one. Would she like a ten-speed, a three-speed, or a plain old bike like he'd had when he was a kid? Then, too, the color.
He finally bought a gold ten-speed for April. It was a good investment. She'd like it and he'd be in solid with the child again. Now, for Joyce....
He couldn't buy her a nightie, although he'd love to see her in a black, flimsy gown or a fiery red one. No, then April would get suspicious. He'd have to settle for flowers or perfume. It seemed a little late for flowers. She was well. So he bought some expensive perfume.
He said he wanted the bike and the perfume delivered the next day. That would be Friday before school began and April would have her bike, Joyce would have her perfume and he'd have the weekend off to put the bike together and maybe fuck one or both of them, however he could schedule it.
He smiled as he left the store. He wasn't so dumb. He would butter them both up and just in case something went wrong, he'd noticed a woman and her two daughters had moved in downstairs. That was a nice thought! A woman with two daughters! Much better than a woman with one daughter!
He'd have to make a point of going in the other gate to the apartments and greet his new neighbors. Maybe he could help her get settled.
He drove home and parked the car. He went the long way around to "accidentally" pass the new woman's apartment.
Her door was open and she was standing in the doorway in her dripping bikini.
"Hot day," Manny said casually.
She nodded, watching the pool.
"Your kids?" he asked innocently. He'd seen her two kids and they looked delicious.
She nodded. She leaned against the doorjamb and her tits pooched over the small, red bikini. She ran her fingers through her shag-cut hair.
"The two little girls in the red suits are mine," she said. "They're both good swimmers, but I do worry."
"How old are they?" he asked continuing the conversation.
"Thirteen and fourteen," she said.
"I noticed the moving van. Do you need any help with some of the heavier things? You're so little, maybe you need a man's help."
"I'll manage just fine, but thank you for the offer." She rested her hands on her hips. Her tanned legs were crossed casually as she stood in the doorway.
"If you ever need any help, feel free to call on me. I live upstairs, over there, in thirteen," he said and walked to the pool, leaving her in the doorway.
He didn't want Joyce or April to know he'd been talking to the new lady. He wasn't ready to dump them yet. On his way over to his side of the building, he checked out the new kids.
Both little girls were ripe. Cute little blondes. Round. Shapely. More so than April. Of course, they were a little older, too.
They both smiled at him. He must have a trustworthy appearance. All the little girls liked him and smiled at him and talked to him. He supposed it was because all the little girls he noticed didn't have a father and maybe they were looking for one. Whatever the reason they had, he'd act fatherly and nice to them. He had different ideas than becoming a father. He'd proved that with little April.
His prick was hard and his pants tented as he walked up the steps and into his apartment. He got a beer out of the fridge and sat by the window, watching the two blondes splashing around the pool.
He hadn't had a little blonde. April had dark hair. These girls had more flesh in the breasts than April did. More tittie to suck. They had rounder asses, too. From a distance, the two blondes looked like twins. Beautiful! He would handle tow-headed twins. Maybe these he wouldn't share with his buddies.
Life was looking brighter to Manny. He sipped his beer and ogled the girls by the pool. His eyes about popped out when their mother came to pool-side and bent over. He could almost see her luscious nipples. For being so short and little, she was really stacked! He wouldn't mind ballin' her at all!
He wondered if her snatch was as blonde as her hair. Be really neat to nibble into a blonde nest for a change.
The way she wiggled her ass as she walked away from the pool made Manny grab his hot pecker and hang on. His balls ached. It had been quite awhile for him to fuck an ass. He'd been jackin' off too much lately. He needed a good, friendly screw. He didn't wanna rush the lady downstairs. He might have to work at screwing her. He was sure he had a good thing goin' for tomorrow night upstairs. Sweet April would come through!
* * *
Friday evening when he came home from work, April greeted him at the metal gate. She was beaming! The bike had come and she was thrilled. She took him by the dirty hand and led him upstairs and begged him to put the thing together.
Joyce thanked him for the gorgeous perfume and asked him what the occasion was.
He said no special reason, he just wanted to do something for the two women in his life.
April beamed when he referred to her as a woman! She handed him parts of the ten-speed and some wrenches. She sat Indian fashion on the floor beside him while he assembled the bike.
When he glanced at April's widespread crotch, he saw little curls of pubic hair poke out from her tight panties. He smiled to himself. He'd have that hole tonight!
He got the bike put together and hauled it down the steps. He gave April the money she needed to go buy a chain and lock since she was eager to try out her bike. She rode off happily.
Manny went back up to Joyce's apartment to talk to her awhile.
She was curious to know why he'd been so cool for so long and now all of a sudden he was lavishing presents on them both.
Manny explained that he knew they needed each other, she and April. He knew they had been fighting before her surgery and he thought the opportunity for them to get back together shouldn't be interrupted by an outsider. He had left them alone for their own good and hadn't it worked?
Joyce was warmed by his concern. She melted at his soft words. How could she have thought any evil of this thoughtful man? He was the most understanding person!
She went to him and kissed him hotly on the open mouth. She felt his tongue inside her mouth. She felt his urgency as he pressed against her body. She felt her own womanhood surge with desire for this wonderful man. And her thoughts of brides and honeymoons flooded through her pin wheeling head. She told him she shouldn't screw. She hadn't had her six-week check-up. When she felt his hot hands on her breasts, she knew she couldn't refuse him. He was so hot, she knew he'd waited just for her to recuperate! Such a wonderful man!
She led him into her bedroom and watched him shed his clothes. She stripped herself naked before his ogling eyes. Her tits jutted and her crotched steamed with craving for his cock. She asked him to be careful. Her hysterectomy had been done vaginally and she didn't know what would happen if he plunged and thrust deeply.
He eagerly assured her that he'd be careful. He had to hurry because he didn't know how long April would be gone. No sense ruining a good thing with the kid!
Joyce had long since given up the sanitary pads that collected all the rank blood from her hole after her surgery, but she hadn't douched. She'd been afraid to mess around with her vagina until the doctor told her it was alright to douche and fuck.
Manny wasn't gung ho about sticking his face in her stinky crotch. He knew that was what she liked. Like mother, like daughter! And he'd always thought if he wouldn't eat it, he wouldn't screw it, but he decided to make an exception in this case. He'd fuck her hole, but he couldn't put his tongue in it! He knew there was nothing stinkier than a woman directly after her period, but this beat even that! He hoped she'd be able to clean out her cunt before long, because he did dig cunt-suckin'.
Joyce lay on the bed and spread her legs for him to crawl between. She flinched when he snubbed his hard prick to her dripping hole. Her hands pushed on his shoulders instead of pulling him on. She was tight as a virgin. The doctor had done a good job sewing her vagina up tight!
She was nothing like the wild cat he'd fuck before! She was a frightened woman who was afraid of having her stitches busted. Her hole was tight and her tenseness didn't help a bit. He wasn't in the mood to pamper a forty-year-old woman, but he wasn't mean and rough, either.
He nearly popped his cockhead before he even got his dick inside her simmering, seething tunnel, but he managed to use control. His prick pounded and lurched inside her tight vagina. He eased his dick in a little at a time and when she felt no pain, she wiggled her ass and humped up to meet his digging prick. She was thrilled to have his heaving dong bang in and around her tight, tight tube. She felt his whang more strongly and her vaginal walls seemed to be more sensitive to feel as he pushed his peter into her stinky, smelly hole.
"Oh, my darling!" she said gasping with love.
"You like that? My dong feel good inside your hole?" he asked, humping her gently and strongly.
She rolled her head from side to side and it seemed she was soaring through the clouds. She felt his hands all over her boobs and nipples. His hot kisses bathed her neck and face. She felt deliciously ravished. She surged with mounting desire and love for his body. She put her legs around his ass cheeks and pulled him into her love nest ... just in time to feel his soothing, creamy jism shoot into her grasping, torrid tunnel. His hot balls rocked into her wide spread, sticky, stinky slit.
She felt his body shiver and shake with his shooting spray of cum. Her body was clutched close to his and he pressed his fevered face against her throbbing neck, nearly cutting off her circulation and knocking her into unconsciousness.
Her clit flitted and her tube sputtered. She shot off her load onto his shrinking rod. She whirlpooled her hips and pushed up to him as she gushed her cum onto his prodding, withering prick.
Her first fuck was a tremendous success and she felt all warm and glowy at Manny's tenderness and consideration. She loved him so much!
He was quick to pull his rubbery whang out of her sloppy, sloshy hole and go into the bathroom and wash it off. He wasn't all that sold on her smelly juices. He knew once she could clean herself up and all the drainage was gone from her surgery, she'd be delicious to eat, but right now, he had to get his cock smelling better.
He hollered from the bathroom that she better put her clothes back on. April wouldn't be gone much longer.
She thought he was so sweet not to want to embarrass her in front of her young daughter. She climbed out of bed and slipped into her clothes. The smell of his cum and her cum and the drainage from her vagina nearly knocked her over. She went into the bathroom and slipped a pad between her thighs and pulled her panties up. She was afraid to douche and besides, she liked the feel of draining cum.
She watched Manny take a leak and loved seeing his whang shoot pee into the toilet. It made her tingle, almost like watching an orgasm! She thrilled at seeing him shake the last drops off his beautiful cockhead. He was so good to her and his dick was so precious.
Only occasionally did she wish he was as studly as her ex-husband. This was not one of those times. His prick had felt gigantic to her newly tightened hole.
Manny walked out of the bathroom shoving his spent pecker into his pants. He called back that April was coming up the steps.
He was still hot and panting when the young girl walked into the apartment.
Joyce was still in the bathroom.
April told him how happy she was to have the new bike! It was beautiful! She showed him the thick chain and heavy lock he'd given her the money for.
Manny eyed the bathroom door. It was still closed and he knew Joyce was taking a leak or dressing. He was safe. He pulled the youngster to him and kissed her with one, big, gigantic thrust of his tongue, that seconds before had been in her mother's mouth.
His hands went to the twelve-year-olds titties and he pinched her nipples. He felt her press her young, slim body to his.
"I've got some dishes for you to do, if you can get away from your mother tonight," he said. "She's all right, you know. You don't have to worry about her anymore. She's going to go back to work next week after she has a check-up from the doctor."
April's young body shook and quivered. She'd neglected her sex life for too long. She needed a good fuck and she'd get it tonight from Manny! She nodded and said she'd see him later in his apartment.
Manny heard the bathroom door open and he quickly released the youngster.
April's heart fluttered at the thought of having a balling session with Manny. He was really neat, but then so were the boys up at camp. Actually, she'd never had a bad screw!
She looked at the tall slim man with lustful desire as her mother walked out into the living room. She was all smiles.
April knew her mother was pleased that the neighbor had bought her the bike and bought her perfume. It was just what her mother needed, for someone to show a little friendly interest in her. April would take care of his sexual needs. Even so it was nice of Manny to not forget her mother. He was always so thoughtful of April and April felt really good about the fact he had remembered her mother, especially just after her surgery. She'd pay him back for his thoughtfulness tonight.
Joyce poured coffee for her and Manny knowing this was the way it was gonna be when they got married. She and Manny watching her sweet daughter being happy with new toys, things that Joyce couldn't afford herself. Joyce felt the love for him well up in her heart. He was such a wonderful man!
Manny sipped his coffee looking from the smiling mother to the young daughter. He couldn't decide which was the better fuck! Guilt didn't enter his mind! Extreme caution did! He didn't wanna get sent to the slammer for statutory rape, one little detail he wasn't gung ho about when it came to young girls. There was always the chance he'd get caught. That made his seduction of the young kid more exciting! He got his kicks out of a little challenge.
Manny went home and April rode her bike and Joyce lay on the couch thinking of weddings and things.
April rode around the block and back. She hooked her new bike up to the bumper of Manny's pick-up truck and slipped to his apartment by the back way. Next to fucking, she liked her bike, or was it next to her bike that she liked fucking?
She tapped on his door and slipped inside careful that her mother didn't look out her front window and catch her daughter going into the man's apartment. April glanced over her shoulder as she walked into the apartment and quietly closed the door.
She heard Manny in the bathroom urinating. She walked to the door and peeked in to see his whang shooting pee into the toilet. She liked the smell of hot piss, so she went and sat by the toilet bowl and watched.
Manny smiled at the interested youngster and shook the last drops of pee off his prick. He let it all hang out as he reached for the child's hand and lifted her to his front. He took her into his arms and held her tight against his hardening stick. He nuzzled against her soft, smooth neck and nibbled her ear.
Young April melted in his arms as he carried her into his bedroom and put her on the rumpled bed. She watched Manny undress her carefully, like he was opening a Christmas package. She felt his hot hands on her titties and slip down to her slick pussy. She wilted with desire as he pulled his pants off and slid between her young, trembling thighs. She felt him snub his hard, dripping dick to her hole and heave home! She crumbled in his arms, he felt so damnably good up inside her hot, seething tube. She gyrated her young, firm hips and worked them in a suctioning, whirlpooling rhythm. She felt his prong burn into her body as his hips pumped and thrust.
Her young arms went around his neck and she clutched his ass with her heels. She clung to the humping man with soft, consuming passion of the very young.
She felt the sweat drip from his body to hers and she tingled as he groaned low in his throat. She was completely possessed by this wonderful, fucking man! She felt his hands at her ass crack, digging and poking.
Her clit was in a dither and her hole spasmed and grasped his thrusting, pummeling, jack-hammering cock.
She shot off her load of hot, bubbling cum at her first feel of his in her vagina. She clung to his hard body feeling her own juices gush and his flood.
His nuts slipped around in her squishy slit as he jammed his shooting, jerking whang into her hole for one last orgasm of the day.
They melted into each other's arms and lay in perfect contentment, feeling the hot sticky combination in her drenched hole.
"Thanks for the bike," she whispered. "And thanks for remembering my mother with a little something. She's getting old and nobody pays any attention to her anymore. I really appreciate you remembering her, but then, you knew I would. That's why you did it...."
Manny lay on the little girl's flat belly. He remembered her mother all right. He'd fucked her only an hour ago. He smiled at the child he hovered over. She was a pretty little thing and he loved the feeling of her squishy, hot hole. He also liked the feeling of her mother's. Whatever way either of them figured, he didn't care. He was just Johnny-on-the-spot for a screw.
He flexed his withering dick in her gooshy hole.
CHAPTER EIGHT
April told her girl friend Sandy what to expect if Manny took them to the dance and picked them up. He couldn't keep his hands off of her, he was so in love with her and he was an older man so he ought to know a good thing when he felt it!
Sandy had heard about Manny all summer but had never met the man. She listened eagerly as April told her what it was like to get screwed. April told her all about blow jobs and ass-fucks, too. Sandy was thrilled to hear every detail. It made it almost like she had been screwed and wasn't a virgin any more.
April told her she might see him pinch her boobs or something exciting tonight. She didn't think she could get Manny to fuck her in front of Sandy although she'd ask him. After all, he'd fucked her in front of his friends and they'd helped. April didn't want Sandy to help, but she could watch if she and Manny did anything.
April was so gleeful about the coming dance. She was glad her mother had gone back to work nights. April had been worried about her. Now she was glad to get back into her old routine of sneaking a screw with middle-aged Manny. Life rolled along fine for her. She tingled at the thought of fucking Manny in front of her girl friend and watching Sandy watch the whole thing. April knew Sandy would be jealous! She felt wickedly delighted.
It worked out that that the girls walked to the junior high school to the dance. Manny had some things he had to do. He would pick them up at nine on the dot.
All the way to the dance April talked about her man friend. She gloated to her friend about all the fantastic fucks. Her crotch was wet as she went into detail about screwing. She told Sandy that Manny was really good to get started with. He was so thoughtful.
April told Sandy about the boy up at camp and how she'd tongued the other little girl camper who thought she couldn't screw.
Sandy listened and was thrilled. She wished she'd get in on some of the exciting stuff her friend did!
They got to the dance just as it was getting dark. They walked into the auditorium and the music blared. The kids were all noisy and laughing. The punch bowl was on a long table over to the right of the huge room. The floor was shiny and ready. The whole junior high group had shown up for this first dance of the year.
April and Sandy walked around the room to see who they knew and who might ask them for a dance. They eyed all the foxes and giggled as they sized up the freaks.
What really pissed April off was the two new girls in her apartment building. Those two blondes seemed to have most of the real foxes hovering around them. April snarled that they were bitches. She and Sandy sat on the bandstand, hanging their long, gangling legs over the side as they watched the two blondes dance every single dance.
April told her freckle-faced friend that the girls had moved into her apartment building just before school had started. It was just the fact they were new to the school that all the boys hung around them. The guys'd soon find out what shitheads they were.
Sandy tossed her long, light brown hair over her shoulders and soaked up everything April said, agreeing with every word.
April refused a dance with one guy. He was weird! He took a briefcase to school and skipped down the hall.
Sandy danced with a guy in her Spanish class. She hugged him close since she was all heated up from the discussion of fucking on the way to the dance. She was really anxious to try it with somebody.
April scorned most of the guys. She knew the dance was just kid stuff. She had a neat screw comin' to pick her up after the dance.
She didn't have to mess around with these young, skinny, little boys. However, she didn't want the whole school to think she was a wall flower, so she did condescend to dance with some of the guys she knew. After all, a young fuck was good, too, but, not tonight!
April kept looking at the two blonde girls, who were having the time of their lives fighting off all the top studs of the junior high. She hated them both!
April danced close to Bob, one of her schoolmates and felt him get a hard-on. She talked to him and knew her hot breath in his ear was giving him fits and jolts of lust. She danced so that her bobbing boobs touched his chest and rubbed around. She had "stuffed" for tonight, but young Bob thought he was feeling the real thing against his throbbing chest.
Sandy hung onto her friend and weaved against him as they danced to the slow dances. She put both her arms around the kid's neck and pressed her pelvis to his. She acted quite innocent about trying to seduce him after all, the dance floor was crowded!
Sandy really wanted to fuck somebody and feel all the great sensations April had told her about. Sandy was ready!
April continued to torment Bob and tease his already hard dick. She pressed her warm body against his and clung to him through every dance.
* * *
The things Manny had to do consisted of calling on the new lady in her apartment. He knew Joyce was at work, April was at the dance and the new lady's daughters were gone, too. He realized this was his perfect opportunity to get to know the blonde little lady ... since he was getting bored with April and Joyce. They were getting a little too possessive with his bod for him to appreciate. They were neat and convenient, but he did want a little variety in his life.
Manny smiled at Fran as he entered her apartment with a bottle of wine and handed it to her.
"Thought we might have a drink together," he said.
"That might be fun," she said and took the bottle.
She explained to him that she only had time for one since her boy friend was coming to take her out after they picked the girls up at the school dance. She did appreciate being thought of by such a nice neighbor.
Old Manny's pecker jumped around in his pants at the sight of her in a tight, low cut, black dress. Her boobs jutted and her skin looked smooth and creamy. When he stood up, he was much taller and could see down the front of her dress. Her tits were deliciously crammed into the skimpy dress. When she sat down, her tight, black skirt hiked up to where her shapely thighs showed. The front of the mini barely covered her pussy. She drank from a wine glass and looked so little and dainty an seductive. He could hardly stand it!
She talked to Manny about the apartment and the schools and politics and the job she might get and her possible marriage to her boy friend. Her lips seemed to curve around each soft word she spoke. Her tongue licked a drop of wine from her full, red lips and Manny about shit his pants. Her tongue would be fantastic around his prick and on his cockhead!
She got up from her soft, golden chair and walked with a swing of her butt to put her glass back in the kitchen. She came back and bent over in front of Manny to pour him some more wine. He couldn't take his eyes off her full, round breasts.
She swung her ass back into the kitchen to put the bottle down. She came back to chat with her neighbor. She sat in her golden velvet chair and crossed her tawny legs. She shook her blonde head and the soft, golden curls rustled and one fell on her forehead.
"I guess that means I'm a naughty little girl," she said. She laughed and pushed her hair nonchalantly from her forehead.
Oh, God, lady, how I wish you were!
Manny crossed his legs the other way adjusting his tented crotch in the movement. His eyes roved from her curly head to her pooched-out domes to her gentle curvature of hips. His mouth watered as he eyed her snatch. If she'd only move just a little, he was sure he could see right up under her dress. That black, short dress pulled tightly across her thighs and he saw up under her dress slightly, just a little more would do it and he'd see her golden pussy. He knew she didn't have panties on because her dress fit so snug and there wasn't ridge in it. She didn't have a bra on, either. If she barely moved, her nipples were gonna pop out right over the top of her low-scooped neckline.
Fran smiled in a neighborly way and said she would have to excuse herself. Her boyfriend was coming over soon, but for Manny to drop by anytime. She liked meeting the neighbors.
She seemed to sparkle all over and not just from the glitter of her earrings. She was a dream in her long sleeved, black. She dressed so simply ... yet so bewitchingly. She looked so soft, so delectably lovely, Manny hated to get up. He knew his groin was packed full of hard dick and his cum was aching to burst out.
He got up off the soft couch and turned to pick up something he pretended to drop. Quickly he fixed his dick so it couldn't be noticeably on the prowl. He smiled at Fran and left.
Now that was a chick he was gonna have! He was gonna fuck her and the way his dick throbbed, he hoped it would be soon! She wouldn't be easy, but he would have her!
It was time to pick up April and her girl friend and Manny was aching. He left Fran's apartment and went directly to his car. He drove to the junior high school and parked in front. He watched all the little girls and young boys emerge from the school dance. His crotch was hard as he thought of the lovely Fran. He yearned for her. She already had a boyfriend and was about to get married. He was gonna have to work fast to get her. She was one he might have to marry to fuck! What a dreadful thought!
Manny looked at all the titties bounce out of the school and didn't pay much attention to all the hard cocks. He licked his lips. He didn't remember that all the chicks looked so fuckin' good when he was in junior high.
He did remember one little girl. She had been his girlfriend sort of. They had lived in the same neighborhood on the same street. They'd walked to school together along with a bunch of other kids. The boys had chased the girls with snakes or worms. They'd splashed them with water from the puddles left by the rain. They'd stolen their lunches and snacks.
One day they'd taken a purse and emptied it out and found a sanitary napkin and embarrassed the girl until she nearly died. That'd been funnier than hell to his group of friends and him. The girl hadn't walked to school with them for a couple of days. She avoided them all at school. She hadn't been able to face any of them. That was Susie.
Susie probably would have gone the whole rest of the year avoiding them if Manny hadn't tagged her in the hall and finally talked to her during lunch period. Susie was his girl. She was blonde and freckled. She was also so skinny he could almost see through her. Susie was so shy and had had a terrible time talking to Manny after the Kotex incident. But then she'd been embarrassed when the boys snapped her bra strap in sixth grade, too. She didn't even wanna wear a bra but her mother had insisted since she was growing up. Oh, the boys'd had quite a time with the developing girls. He had to laugh to himself.
Then Susie, when she would talk to him after she'd been so upset and humiliated about the boys seeing her Kotex, had become his girl.
He remembered the day after the football game when he'd fucked the gangly little Susie. It had been his first fuck and hers, too. He'd felt girls up before, but never actually screwed one. Susie was his first love.
She felt committed to him after that time under the bleachers. He felt committed to her, too, since he didn't know any other girls he could get to ball under the bleachers or in the bushes behind the track field. He told her that he loved her, which he did, sorta.
He still teased her and pinched her boobs whenever he got a chance. He didn't like it if the other guys did, she was his girl.
Of course he told his buddies all about Susie's spiffy snatch and bragged about the times he'd fucked her and where and all about it. He was a big man. He even exaggerated a little ... a lot! All the guys thought Susie was a real swinger in the seventh grade!
Then in swimming class he'd found Gloria. He swam past her and "accidentally" brushed her tit with his hand. He had a really neat arm stroke. He apologized to Gloria and she became his new girl.
Susie didn't take the breakup scene too well. She'd cried and carried on. She'd said they were committed because he'd taken her cherry.
He'd shoved his hands in his jean pockets and sauntered off. He'd left her in her tears. And he'd gone right over to Gloria's house and made out with her in the porch swing.
Susie had taken up with one of his buddies after a short period of mourning her lost love. Musta been two days later, anyway....
Manny wondered what'd happened to good old Susie? He'd never forget her, not even now when was forty. She'd been his first love.
He snapped back to reality.
April and Sandy stood by his car door.
He reached back to open the door and let them in.
The girls got into the car and slammed the door. They giggled and laughed as he drove off. They talked about all the drips at the dance and how they hated those two new girls that had absolutely nothing going for them ... except all the boys.
Manny smiled. The two new girls were blonde, just like his Susie was. He drove to where Sandy lived and stopped the car. He waited for her to get out.
April held onto Sandy's arm and wouldn't let her go. She had bragged so about Manny's dick. He sure wasn't acting like her lover. He'd even put both of them in the back seat of the car.
"Can't we go get a Coke?" April asked.
"Yeah, I guess you can. Where do you wanna go?" he asked.
"To your apartment," April said firmly.
Manny hesitated for a minute before he started the car. Then he drove to his place and stopped. He helped the girls out of his car being careful that nobody saw him. He didn't want Fran's girls to tell her he was taking little girls into his apartment. Of course if anybody did see it, he'd lie. After all, April's mom was gone to work and little April and her friend were just coming in for a friendly visit after the dance. Girls that age needed guidance and somebody to tell about the dance. He was just acting like a father to both of them ... right? Right. No adult woman in her right mind could ever make anything of a man's being like a father to some stray little girls. He'd be admired and respected by all.
He did hurry the little girls into his apartment and closed the door quickly. No sense pushing his luck!
He flicked on the light and told the two girls to sit down on the couch and he'd get them a coke. He told April to turn on the television set because "Rockford Files" was on and then "Police Woman." He liked them both and so did the girls.
After he'd given the girls the Cokes, he opened a can of beer and settled in the worn chair and propped his feet up on a kitchen bar stool.
April sipped her bubbly coke and poked Sandy in the arm. She whispered for her to look at his crotch, how pooched out it was. He had a hard-on. The two girls giggled.
Manny wanted to know what was so funny. He gulped his beer and got another. He stood leaning with his elbow on the counter looking at the two kids on his couch. His pants were really tented 'cause he didn't have any shorts on underneath. His prick was really pounding at the sight of two luscious, young things that were apparently asking for it. He took a swig of beer and eyed both of them. He already knew what April's cunt was like. He wondered about Sandy. He also wondered about both of them at one time.
"Sandy wants to see your prick," April said finally, flatly.
"Oh, she does?" he asked. He gulped some more beer.
"Yeah, I told her all about your cockhead and stuff," April said.
"What'd she tell you?" Manny asked Sandy who was blushing at her friend's forwardness.
Sandy shrugged and sank back into the couch.
"She's never seen one," April said.
"And I'm supposed to put on a show?" Manny asked.
April nodded.
"Kid!" he said and shook his head.
"Well? You gonna?" April asked.
"What are you? Some sort of sex fiend?" he asked.
"That's not what you thought when you had a buddy over here. Now you show my friend!" April was losing her patience. She didn't wanna be made a fool of in front of Sandy. She'd told her all the stuff she'd done with Manny and his buddies and now he was acting like Mr. Virgin himself. He was an asshole!
Manny finished his beer and bent the can before he threw it away. He flipped the top on another and took a big gulp. He leaned against the counter.
Sandy's chest heaved and her pubescent titties jutted. Her heart pounded a mile a minute. She wasn't sure she liked this idea. She did wanna see a man's whang and she did wanna try a screw. Everybody was doin' it wherever she went. Everybody was talkin' about fuckin'. She'd never had a real boyfriend and she'd never gotten a chance to screw around. This guy was a big man and what if he did screw her? Or was she just gonna watch April and him? Or was anything gonna happen? She had seen love scenes in the movies. They weren't like this. The lights weren't supposed to be so bright and there wasn't supposed to be three people and the girl wasn't supposed to do the askin'. Everything was wrong here.
She sucked in her breath when she saw the man put his hand to his zipper. She thought she'd die when he pulled the zipper down and she saw his dark, curly hair. She put her hand to her mouth as if in horror. She was shocked at the whole thing, but she couldn't move. She wanted to see his dick!
Manny walked over and stood in front of the couch. He looked at both girls. He wondered how he could be so lucky as to have them both just waiting for his prick. He gulped his beer.
"That's all I'm gonna do. If you wanna see, you'll have to pull my pants down," he said looking at the shocked Sandy.
Her brown hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned back away from him.
April wasn't too keen on having her girlfriend touch her lover. She had brought Sandy up to his place for the purpose of showing her what a man looked like, but she didn't go for Sandy touching her personal property.
Manny didn't seem to mind who pulled his stiff whip out a his pants. He gulped his beer and swung his hips slowly to and fro. He gyrated his pelvis and bumped his prick forward.
Sandy was embarrassed to death. Here she was ... gonna see what she wanted ... and she was so red in the face her freckles didn't even show. She felt hot and wiggly and uncomfortable. She thought maybe she ought to leave, but was compelled to stay by her own lustful eyes.
"You wanna see? Pull the pants down," Manny said to her as he bumped his pelvis toward her.
Sandy shrank back. She crossed her arms in front of her to keep them where she knew they weren't gonna reach out. She tightened her grip on herself and pooched her jutting titties up and almost out of her low cut blouse.
Manny told her she looked good. She had a fine set of knockers. Why didn't she show him her breasts?
April was fuming! Manny was seducing her friend right in front of her! What was the matter with him? She burned with jealousy.
Manny walked away from the girls and sat on a bar stool facing them. His thighs were widespread and his zipper pulled apart exposing more of his hair and his poking cockhead.
Sandy swallowed hard as she stared at the thing poking out of his fly. She was paralyzed. She felt guilty looking, but couldn't take her eyes off his crotch.
April's slit simmered. She wanted to fuck him, but she was mad at him for showing so much attention to her girlfriend! She felt left out of the whole scene. She knew she better do something about that!
April got up and walked over in front of Manny and lifted her blouse up and off. She reached around in back of her and unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor. She poked her small breasts into his face as she stood with her hands on her hips.
Sandy shifted her position on the couch so she could see better. She gasped when the man put his hand on April's breasts and pinched her nipples. She grabbed onto her own boobs as if they were her titties Manny was playing with.
April gave Manny a whispered hell as he pinched her nipples. He had better behave or she wasn't gonna come up to his place any more and how would he like that?
Manny smiled warmly at April and whispered back that he was only trying to be nice to her little friend. He was gonna show her his cock if that's what April wanted. He was only doing what he thought April would want him to do. The girl didn't mean a thing to him ... only April! Did April want her little friend to have fun? Watch? Or what? Was April really gonna be so selfish as to deny her friend a little fun? Especially since the little girl didn't mean a thing to him! He smiled.
April felt so stupid. She was jealous over nothing. Manny loved her! He was only gonna give Sandy a thrill because April wanted him to. How could she be so dumb?
Manny waited anxiously for April to decide to let him feel up her girlfriend! He could see that Sandy's breasts were bigger than April's and he wanted to sink his teeth into her soft flesh, but he didn't want April mad or blowing the whistle on him. So he controlled himself. He'd fed her a big enough line, she ought to fall for it.
He pinched her nipples and bent to tongue her titties and nip her nipples ... while looking over at Sandy's boobs. God, he wanted Sandy!
Sandy squirmed as she watched Manny suck April's nipples and she wanted to feel the same thing. April was having fun, she could tell. Sandy watched April kiss the man on the neck and ears and press her naked top against the big man.
Sandy saw Manny cup his hands around April's breasts and slide his hand down her slender waist to her hips and rotate them gently into his pelvis. Now she couldn't see what was happening!
Her crotch simmered and heated as she watched April kiss and hug the middle-aged man. She saw him pull April's pelvis up against his and at the same time motion for her to come closer.
Sandy stood up and with more encouragement from Manny walked closer to him and snuggling April.
Manny whispered into April's ear that no matter what he did, it was for April! He'd get no thrill out of it! He was just gonna give her little girlfriend a thrill!
April said she understood and felt his thick prick flex against her hot belly. She hugged her man tightly and bathed his neck in kisses.
Sandy stood right behind April and saw Manny lift his hand to touch her jutting breast. First one and then the other. She felt like crossing her legs to keep the sputtering juices from making her pants crotch all wet. She did think Manny's hand felt neat on her boobs.
Sandy took her low neck, knit blouse off and dropped her bra. She hoped he wouldn't notice that her titties had goose bumps because of her excitement! She felt him caress her breast and she flipped at the touch of his fingers on her rigid, rosy nipple!
April kissed Manny with a wide open slobbering mouth and stuck her tongue into his for him to suck and chew on. Her fingers dug into his shoulder blades and she pressed her pelvis into his crotch. Oh, she ached for the feel of his stabbing prick!
Manny's balls were smashed inside his pants with the zipper cutting into his flesh. His peter poked out of his pants and his cockhead beat against April's bare belly. He wished she had her pants off and that Sandy was naked, too. He thought he'd have more freedom of movement if he wasn't so scrunched against the bar. He tweaked Sandy's nipples and held April tight to his hurting crotch. He breathed heavily and watched over April's shoulder as he worked Sandy's pants off of her and loved her boobs in between.
April's crotch was dripping wet and she felt gutsy and horny. She knew Manny was feeling her girlfriend up and she guess he was doing it to please her, but she wanted to fuck! Let him show Sandy what it looked like to ball! Sandy could watch, April didn't care! All she knew was she was wetting her pants with lust for prick! She had to have Manny's cock and he was sitting wrong for her to get the full effect of his balls and prick. She dragged him off the bar stool and onto the floor with Sandy right with them.
April pulled her jeans off and lay on the floor. Her young boobs jutted towards the ceiling and her long, dark hair sprayed out around her head. She rotated her pelvis on the rough carpeting and spread her thighs. She waited for Manny to crawl between her legs after he took off his pants.
Sandy watched with staring compulsion as the tall, thin man dropped his pants to the floor and his organ poked out over his full balls.
Sandy looked at that hard thing and was captivated as he flexed his muscle and his whang jerked. She carefully put out a finger to touch his jumping stick and when her hand touched him, he flexed his muscle and she jumped back startled.
Manny crawled between April's legs and stuck his finger into her slippery, slimy crack. His fingers tweaked her clit and plunged into her eager, burning hole. He pumped his fingers in and out of her tube as he looked at young Sandy. He motioned her to the floor.
She stripped off her jeans and lay down beside April. She did like April did and spread her legs. She felt very indecent lying in front of a man showing her privates. She would have stopped, but the wicked, nasty craving to feel his hand up her pussy prevented her from moving. She wanted him to finger bang her! She spread her pinkish labia and felt her clit flutter. She couldn't look at the man doing the fingering so she covered her face with her arm. Her face was fevered and sweaty.
Sandy felt his hot, thick fingers slide into her slippery, squashy crack from her slick, silky pussy. She tingled and felt goose bumps all over her legs as he touched her. She thrilled at the feel of his fingers as they pinched her clit and it jumped and fluttered under his hand. When he slid his fingers to her hole, she gasped her thrill and lust.
Manny straddled one of April's legs and one of Sandy's. He pumped both girls holes with his two hands. He licked his lips and lowered his face to Sandy's snatch and kissed her pussy. His tongue burned through her pubic hair and whisked around on her soft, hot skin. He kissed to her clit and licked her womanly juices that had come out of her hot box. She tasted so deliciously sweet and young and innocent. He quickly licked and lapped Sandy's crack and then snorted around her virginal vagina. He was getting carried away with lust for her young cunt when he felt April tug on his hair and pull his face over to her snatch.
Either snatch tasted good. His tongue went wild and spastic as he dug into April's slippery, squishy crack and plunged his darting, thrusting tongue up into her tube. When he sucked one girl's hole, he worked the other's with his fingers. His whang was about to burst and he had to stick it to one of them! His balls ached and he was dripping with sweat!
He wanted to screw another virgin and now was as good a time as any!
He slipped over between Sandy's widespread legs and snubbed his pulsating cock to her hot, simmering tunnel and pushed gently. His prick poked and inched up her clutching, grabbing tunnel.
She cried and flinched at the big, thick whang crawling up her vagina. When she felt a sharp stab of pain shoot through her body, she finally relaxed and let Manny fuck her rapidly. She felt her boobs juggle and rock with his jack-hammering thrusting of his pelvis. She thought he had to have the biggest whang in the whole world! It felt so good up her pussy.
Manny's blood-gorged prick stuck into the child and felt squeezed tightly by her vaginal muscles. He loved it! His heart raced as he pulled April's pelvis over to where he could tongue fuck her hole. He worked her hole with his madly darting, jabbing tongue as he humped Sandy's tight, bubbling tube. His fingers spread April's crack wide and he snorted into her hole. His slobber flooded her squashy, marshy slit and he heaved his pelvis upward to fuck Sandy! He was in his glory! He ate hungrily at April's snatch and pumped a ricocheting fuck into Sandy.
April tingled and felt her passion mount at the feel of his pumping tongue. She loved her hot box punched by his tongue. She heard the sounds of his slobbering mouth and she felt the burning fire of lust surge through her body. She couldn't take much of his tongue flicking her clit! She squirmed and slithered around on the hard, rough rug as he kept it up and kept it up, relentlessly tonguing her clit and hole. Her pussy was messed up by his spit and her creaming juices. She felt the uproar or her surging cum as it gushed out of her spasming, clutching hole. Her vaginal mouth spasmed and tried to hold onto his plunging tongue but everything was so sloppy squashy, she couldn't. She felt his hot breath sear into her tube and she jerked as her belly contracted and her cum blazed out of her well tongued hole. April rolled away from Manny's grip and rolled up in a ball on her side feeling the jerking of her body and the squishing of her cum burn up into her nest and down to her asshole. She shivered with happiness and quivered her gushing cum out of her cunt.
Manny swung over Sandy to kiss her nipples and caress her breast while he continued to ricochet a screw into her tight land of paradise.
The child grabbed his shoulders and clung onto him as he pummeled his hard dick into her twat. He jarred and shook her slim body as he socked his penis into her hot box. He kissed her on the neck and nibbled on her ear as he socked her a fuck.
She smelled the rank smell of April's twat on his face as he kissed her. When he stuck his tongue into her mouth, she nearly gagged at the taste of April's cum. She swallowed his spit and April's jism and felt a bolt from his pecker as he shot off his load into her no-longer virginal tube. She didn't know quite such a feeling as she felt in her crotch at that time. Her gut contracted and shot her pussy up hard against his pelvic bone and she was wet! Her clit fluttered and her vagina spasmed. She grabbed onto his shoulders and dug in her finger nails.
HER FIRST ORGASM! IT WAS WONDERFUL! SHE CRIED!
Sandy fell back exhausted. She felt his stiff whang wither in her hole and the cum drip out over his balls that hung in her asscrack. She liked the feeling of the hot, creamy, soothing juice as it ran out of her gurgling, sputtering tunnel.
She felt his whang slip limply out of her young box and felt sad. She still had the feeling of his hot cum dripping with hers to her asshole. She felt so warm and well loved. Tears flooded her eyes. She wasn't a virgin and she didn't give a damn! She wouldn't have missed what Manny did to her for anything! He was a wonderful, gently rough sort of man. He knew how to sock it to her, but not so she'd hurt real bad. He was wonderful! Fucking was the greatest!
Manny sat back on his ass watching the thick, creamy liquid drain from Sandy's tight hole. He looked down at his withered dick laying dead on his wilted balls and sighed.
He put his face to Sandy's slit and licked up all the spent cum along with a trickle of blood from her busted cherry. He lapped her clit as clean as he could get it, but still jism flooded down her tube.
His face sparkled slightly of juices from both girls cunts.
April got up off the floor and tugged her pants on angrily. She pulled her blouse on and grabbed her bra.
Manny looked at her questioningly.
April was mad! She told him she didn't expect to be ignored just because a new hole was available to him and that if he couldn'ta fucked her first, he was a damned poor friend! She'd missed getting screwed and that, since he had found a new fuckin' friend, he could just take a hike! She never wanted to see him again! He was just a dirty old man with a too short a dick and wrinkled balls! She'd felt so much better a whang from the young boy at camp! Manny's penis was nothin' to brag about and it was too skinny to be able to pump a decent fuck to anybody but a tight, inexperienced, little girl and that's what her dumb friend Sandy was!
April told Sandy to never call her on the phone again! And she wouldn't be speaking to her at school, either! The idea of her stepping in to April's private stock of cock was inexcusable! Just because Sandy was so damned ugly she couldn't get her own fucker was no excuse for her to take April's. But, anyway, Manny was no good anyway! So there! And furthermore, April and Sandy were no longer best friends! So there!
April stomped out of Manny's apartment, leaving the two naked ones behind her in a state of surprise. She walked the short way to her apartment carrying her bra and banged in the front door. She slammed the door behind her and came face-to-face with her mother.
Joyce was lying on the couch with a rag over her forehead staring at her young daughter with her bra in her hand.
"What happened to you?" Joyce asked. She sat up on the couch and looked at her daughter with her hair matted and her jeans had a wet crotch. Her shirt was on crooked and she had tears streaming down her cheeks.
"What're you doin' home?" April asked in a shaky voice.
"I got sick at work. What happened to you? Were you attacked? Are you hurt? What's the matter!" Joyce jumped up and took her daughter in her arms. She felt her quiver and shake and tears flooded from her eyes.
"Oh, Mama, Mama," she cried against her mother's neck.
Joyce smelled her daughter as she held her close. The cum odor flared her nostrils. She patted her daughter on the back and hugged her tightly to her heaving chest.
Fear welled up in Joyce's body. She'd kill whoever got her young daughter! She'd find out what happened first and then call the police!
She kissed her little twelve-year-old and hugged her and tried to get her to calm down a little so she could get the story. Her heart went out to April. She thought about calling Manny for help. He'd taken such a fatherly interest in April and he loved Joyce so much. He'd help.
Then she thought maybe April wouldn't talk in front of a man.
"Just tell me if you're hurt?" Joyce said to April.
April shook her head and burst into a new gush of tears.
"Poor baby," Joyce cooed, holding her daughter.
CHAPTER NINE
Try as she would, Joyce couldn't get a word out of April. She had no way of finding out what happened to her daughter. She had an idea but no proof.
She figured something happened at the school dance or afterwards. April was a pretty little thing. She was also extremely emotional, as are all teenagers. It could be anything from being put down at the dance to being attacked in the alley behind the apartments. Or she could have tried attacking somebody. Joyce didn't think her young child would attack anybody, but she hadn't been beat up and she was carrying her own bra, so the sense hadn't been knocked out of her. She presumed some dirty little boy had walked her home from the dance and tried to get fresh with her child and probably almost succeeded. But, then, April had to go along with the dirty little boy because her bra wasn't ripped or torn.
Maybe it had been a mutual thing as the nasty kid had put her daughter down. She hated to think of her lovely daughter being hurt, emotionally or physically.
She remembered an incident in her own life. She had been so in love with a boy. He had said he loved her, too! She had believed him. She had been just about April's age. The boy had carried her books to class and held her hand between times. They were a steady couple and everybody knew it.
One night they had gone to the park. It was the fourth of July. They saw the fireworks and Joyce had seen more than anybody else since she felt them deep within her young body every time her boyfriend had touched her. When he kissed her, she still saw fireworks! She had been so madly in love. They had sat on the grass with the cool summer air blowing through her hair and cooling her hot, fevered body.
After the fireworks, all the people had left and she and her little boyfriend had moved their blanket over under some bushes to make love. They were careful to be where no police lights would pick out their shadows in the dark.
It had seemed so natural to let him fuck her. She loved him and he loved her! He'd said so! So they lay on the grass and felt each other up and he crawled on and taken her cherry. She had hurt so bad in her pussy hole. It was a good hurt. She'd felt so warm and loved and adored as she laid in his arms under the bush in the darkness. Sky rockets sprayed across the sky even though the fireworks had long ago ceased. She knew the fullness of love.
She had bled some, because the next day she had gone back to the same spot and seen the dried blood on the grass. The grass had appeared dead, just like her love. She'd cried and cried, because just after he'd screwed her, her dearly beloved had told her to take a hike. He'd planned to ball her before he told her they were no longer a steady couple. He was in love with a cheerleader. He had waited to tell Joyce to get lost until after they'd fucked because he needed the experience and he knew he could get in her pants and he didn't know how long it'd take him to seduce the cheerleader. And when he did, he didn't wanna be a stumbling klutz. He had used her as an experiment! Joyce had cried and sobbed and carried on for weeks.
Joyce had been much in the same condition her young daughter was right now. She still felt the hurt of being so put down by the boy she loved-her first love. The young have no class at all! Even if her boyfriend hadn't told her about the cheerleader, she'd have felt better. It was enough hurt to be screwed and told to get lost without being told you were an experiment and being replaced as soon as possible! It was a traumatic enough to lose a cherry. She didn't need the rest. She had walked home all by herself and there were no fireworks in her heart or in the sky. Everything had fizzled. She had felt the cold night air slashing at her face when only minutes before it had been a cool wind cooling her passion.
Oh, Joyce remembered. She remembered seeing her boyfriend at school hot on the heels of a cute little cheerleader. He had never gotten to first base with her and Joyce was still glad about that. Apparently the cheerleader liked the football players better than a biology student and Joyce had been glad!
Joyce tried to be understanding with April. She knew the feeling of rejection only too well. Besides losing her first love, she'd been divorced. Rejection had turned her into an introvert along with her speech impediment. And then doctors had said her speech problem was emotional. Now she was so secure in Manny's love, her speech had improved. If only she could talk this problem over with Manny, but he wasn't a girl and couldn't understand. He'd probably been hurt at sometime in his life, but this type of conversation was girl talk. If only little April would talk to her mother, her mother could better soothe her daughter. Joyce understood the pain related to a lost love and she knew April wouldn't share so intimate a hurt, even with her own mother.
So Joyce did the best she could to ease the pain her daughter was suffering. She fixed bacon for her and had squeezed orange juice and had all the dinners in the fridge that her youngster would like. She hated to leave her alone at night because she knew her daughter would be playing sad songs on the stereo and crying her eyes out.
Joyce would try and get her daughter's mind off the nasty little boy on her days off. She'd take April out for dinner and to a show.
Joyce would be broke on her days off! Well, she'd just borrow the money from Manny. He'd understand. But she wouldn't take Manny with them because maybe April would feel like talking to her mother and Joyce didn't want any man, not even the man she was gonna marry, to interfere with her relationship with her daughter.
Joyce continued to baby her daughter and she told her that the two of them were going someplace after a couple of days when she had off. She was so busy with her daughter's emotional state she didn't notice that Manny wasn't coming around.
She also didn't notice that Manny was visiting Fran, the lady downstairs with the two daughters. She had to get her daughter out of her depression.
All sorts of thoughts rambled through Joyce's mind, mostly of guilt. But she had to work evenings in order to save herself from being so lonely. That would all change when she and Manny got married and then she could stay home with her daughter and console her when she needed it.
Joyce looked forward to her days off. She could coddle her young daughter as much as she could. Maybe she could sneak to Manny's apartment for a little coddling herself. She didn't wanna ignore the man she loved completely. Maybe it'd work out that April would swim for awhile and Joyce could make love to Manny. She didn't really see too much of him what with him working days and her working nights. Soon that would all be changed.
Joyce consoled April the best she could, but she didn't think this was the proper time to tell her young child that she planned to marry Manny. Why tell a child that had just lost her young boyfriend that her mother was ecstatic about hers? No. That would only burn her child more. But it was difficult to console her daughter when she herself was so happy about Manny. She had to use much control!
The night before her days off, she stopped in at Manny's apartment after work to borrow some money. She had to have some for the next two days and he was the only person she was friendly with in the apartment building.
She got him out of bed in the middle of the night to get the money.
He lent it to her without a question.
She assured him she'd pay it back her next payday. She thought he looked so nifty in the middle of the night. His rumpled, dark hair fell in his face and he needed a shave. His bare chest made her cream her jeans and she nearly melted in her tracks.
Manny asked if April was all right. He hadn't seen her down by the pool the last few days.
Joyce glowed at his concern for her daughter. She smiled and assure him that it was nothing April wouldn't get over. She said she had to hurry home because April expected her directly after work. April hadn't been sleeping too well lately. She was always awake when her mother got home.
Joyce felt ripped in half. She wanted to stay and crawl into bed with Manny. She wanted to feel his warm bed where he'd been sleeping. She wanted to feel his hot body pressed against her and know the feeling of a good, hot fuck, but she had to go home to her child.
Right now, the little girl's broken heart was more important than her need for Manny. She didn't know if it was a mother's love or guilt that forced her to leave Manny's apartment with the forty dollars clutched in her sweating hand.
She knew he'd never asked her to marry him, but he would soon. He cared so much for her and her daughter. He always came to the rescue like tonight with the money. And he understood why she couldn't stay in his apartment without even asking. He was such a terrific man Joyce nearly melted in her love for this tall man.
She hurried home and went into her apartment.
Manny sighed with relief when she left. Apparently little April hadn't told her mother a thing about him screwin' her. And it would never do for Fran to find that Joyce was at the door asking for money. He'd have died if Joyce had wanted to stay.
He went back into his bedroom and collapsed into his bed and hugged Fran. Her naked body felt so bitchin' to him. He didn't want to lose her. She'd told her boyfriend that she loved a different man and Manny had worked fast to get this slick chick into his bed.
When she asked who was at the door, he explained that it was a neighbor down the hall asking to borrow money. He told her that he'd hired her daughter to do some odd jobs and had tried to help the two of them out. He also explained that he didn't like the idea of her calling on him in the middle of the night, but that she worked and this was the only time she had to come over and ask for a loan.
Fran smiled in the darkness. He was such a good, thoughtful man. She had done absolutely right to can her boyfriend for this good, clean, thoughtful man by her side. She bent to take his cock into her mouth and suck it.
* * *
Joyce went into her bedroom and dropped her white waitress uniform on the floor and jumped into a robe. She went out into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Strange how she was around food all the time and still felt like raiding the fridge when she got home at night. Also, if April was awake, this gave her a chance to come out and talk to her mother.
Joyce settled for a piece of bologna and a dill pickle. She wanted to look slim and trim for her wedding.
The thought crossed her mind that maybe there couldn't be a wedding. She quickly pushed that dreadful thought out of her mind. Of course there would be a wedding. Manny was such a dream of a guy. Not that he was that good-looking ... just his considerate actions, like tonight. He didn't even urge her to come into his apartment. He just gave her the money she needed and acted like he knew her problems without having to ask. She knew he loved her, too, the way he made love to her and broke her in after the hysterectomy. The way he'd taken her up to camp to see her daughter. The way he gave her daughter money for odd jobs. The way he did everything! He was a fantastic person! She loved him soooooo much!
April padded out to the kitchen and joined her mother at the round table. The drapes weren't pulled so she looked out at the green, lighted pool. She sipped on a glass of chocolate milk and her bloodshot eyes clearly stated that she'd been crying.
Joyce ignored the fact her daughter's mourning had gone on too long as she ate her pickle. She chattered lightly to the little girl about the different weird characters that had come into the restaurant that night.
April stared out into the dark night and watched the shimmering water in the pool. She appeared blank.
Joyce rambled on about what the two of them could do for the next two days. She suggested some movies and places they could go for dinner.
April nodded disinterestedly at whatever her mother suggested.
Joyce wouldn't give up. She lit a cigarette and sucked in the thick smoke.
April sat up short! She looked down by the pool. She saw Manny walking Fran back to her apartment! She burst into tears!
Joyce looked out the window and saw Manny kiss Fran lingeringly by the pool! Her heart pounded wildly! She sucked in her breath and thought she'd never be able to let it out again due to the severe pain in her chest.
April sobbed and put her head down on the table so she couldn't look out the window.
Joyce patted her daughter absently as she was hypnotized at the scene she was seeing. Her lover with another woman! Who was the lady that was pressing her body against Manny ... and why was little April taking it all so hard? Did April know her mother loved Manny?
Joyce didn't say a word but got up from the table and walked to the living room. Tears stung her eyes. She knew now why Manny hadn't insisted she come into his apartment. He had given her the money to get rid of her while he continued his fuck with that strange lady who he was lovin' up by the pool.
Joyce shook and her knees felt like jelly. She collapsed on the couch trying to hold back the tears. Her plans for a wedding were gone. Her plans for any kind of a future were gone! What she thought she had with Manny had proved a fluke. He had used her just like the kid in school and like her husband had. All the spark and fireworks had been drenched in despair! She felt so alone and cold!
April walked into the living room and fell on the couch next to her mother. Her young body wracked as she sobbed on her mother's shaking shoulder.
"Now you know," April said, crying.
Joyce looked stunned at her daughter. "Know what? That the man I thought I was gonna marry was using me?"
April gasped as she looked at her mother. "He was gonna marry you?"
"I thought so," Joyce said blankly.
"You're kiddin'," April said.
"Isn't that what you were so upset about?"
"Oh, Mama, he wasn't gonna marry you! Not after what he did to me!"
Joyce looked at her daughter quizzically. "And what did he do to you?"
"You know all those little jobs I was doin' for him? Well, he didn't pay me that well for the work. He paid me for what I'd do for him!"
"And what did you do for him?" Joyce was sick to her stomach.
"He took my cherry!" April burst into tears.
Joyce sat in stony astonishment.
"At first it was hard for me to do. I mean, give myself to him. But, he was so kind and loving and good to me. I guess I fell in love with him, you know, what I mean? He was never mean to me or he didn't rape me. He made me wanna do it! And not only with him, but with his friends...." April sobbed uncontrollably.
"What a fool! What an absolute fool!"
"I know I was, Mama. I know he's too old for me and all that, but he fucked me so good! I loved it! Every time I saw him, I about creamed my jeans! I loved his dick!" April's body shook with tears.
"I don't mean you. I mean me."
The full impact of Manny's balling her daughter hadn't hit her. She withered against the soft and stared straight ahead.
"How could you know? I didn't tell you he was fuckin' me. You're not a fool, Mom. You're a good person and I love you so much. I wouldn't hurt you for the world!" April hugged her mother tightly.
"And I wouldn't hurt you, either. But, darlin', you weren't the only one he was fuckin'."
"You, too?"
Joyce nodded.
April cried all the more. She wouldn't tell her mother about Sandy just now. Her mother was in shock.
Mother and daughter sat locked in each other's arms. They rocked back and forth, like a mother rocking her child and a child rocking her mother to soothe the pain and hurt.
Suddenly, Joyce jumped up and slammed out the door. She stomped down the steps and went out by the pool. She didn't see Manny around, so she waited for him in the shadows.
April watched from the window and her heart beat hard. She thought her mother would kill Manny if she found him! Then she'd be alone in her sorrow. She left the apartment and ran to be by her mother's side.
"You're not gonna kill him, are you?" she said, panting.
Joyce didn't answer. She just waited.
"Mama!"
Manny came sauntering across the grass, zipping his pants up. He faded in and out of the shadows as he approached the pool. When he got close to the lighted area around the pool, Joyce jumped out at him.
He was startled and stopped short.
Joyce stood staring at him as April crept from the shadows to stand behind her mother.
Joyce laid into him about his fuckin' actions with she and her daughter. She cried and shook and screamed.
Manny was calm. "You didn't actually think I was gonna marry you! Not on your life! You with your stupid, little speech problem and prostitute of a daughter! You know I paid her! I paid her well every time I fucked her! And the stupid little shit came to my apartment time after time for more ballin'. Not only that, she brought her little girl friend over so she could get fucked! What do you think I am? Just a stud horse? I'm a helluva long ways from being on call for a lonely, old lady and her horny daughter! Not only that, you're weird with that stupid talk of yours."
"You're a helluva long ways from a stud! Christ, your dick ain't big enough to satisfy a baby chicken! You got no thick dong that qualifies you as a stud! You're little and short and not worth a damn!" Joyce screamed at Manny.
"My prick way good enough to stick in your stinky hole after your surgery! Do you know I gagged at the smell of your cunt? Dirty lady!" He started to walk off.
"I'll get you for statutory rape!" Joyce screamed and shook her fist.
"And I'll get you for raising a slut who charges and have the courts take her away from you! So go right ahead, dirty lady!" Manny walked off and left the two crumbling to the ground in tears.
"I loved you ... I loved you ... and you used me...." Joyce cried.
Manny didn't hear. He stomped up the steps and slammed his door.
April held her mother tightly. She knew he'd kissed the new lady by the pool at the right time. He'd planned it precisely. The apartment window was clearly visible from where they sat on the ground. Manny knew just exactly what he was doing and he'd loved it! He'd put them both down and down hard!
April sat looking up at her apartment window with the drapes wide open. She could easily see the flower arrangement on the kitchen table. Manny had seen them both sitting at the table when he'd been lovin' up the new lady, Oh, well, she had always hated her two blonde daughters. She felt a little sick in her gut when she imagined what he'd be doing with the mother and two daughters! Oh, well, that bitch had it coming.
"Come on, Mama," April said, urging her mother up off the ground.
"I loved him," Joyce said.
"I know, Mama, so did I. He's not worth our tears."
CHAPTER TEN
Joyce came around quickly. So if Manny was a sonofabitch, it was a good thing they both found out before Joyce had married him. She laughed. Actually, all his fun was ruined. If he'd married Joyce, she could imagine the problems he'd have had shuffling the two women on his cock?
Joyce appeared in good spirits as the holidays approached.
April started to go to church and urged her mother to do so, also.
Joyce couldn't bring herself to go to a house of God.
Christmas approached and April and Joyce went looking for a tree. It had to be a special tree.
April and Joyce decorated the apartment beautifully. It was a glowing, shimmering tribute to the season. Joyce was back to her boring routine of work and cleaning the apartment. She never mentioned Manny again ... or any other men!
April urged her mother to go to the Christmas party at work, but Joyce wouldn't go without an escort.
Then, when the announcement was made at the apartment building that there would be a party in the rec room by the pool, April urged her mother to go. She said she'd go, too. After all, they both needed some recreation.
Joyce said no, knowing Manny would be there.
April said she doubted if Manny would go to such a dull thing as a Christmas party. He probably had other women to chase.
Both of them agreed that it wasn't that Manny was such a stud or handsome that made for his success in fucking. He made it his field to screw lonely women, women that would take anybody, sort of a last chance ... an oasis in the middle of the desert. He wasn't handsome. He was tall and thin and rugged from his construction work. Add that to the fact he made good money and paid well for whatever he got and he was a success. But, then, hell, so would a guy totally impotent be a success under those circumstances. For the lonely women looked not completely for sex, but companionship and security. For sex, the lonely woman could finger-bang herself or have the guy suck her hole. That didn't take a whang. And Manny's whang wasn't that terrific, either, he had said so himself!
So they both decided to go to the Christmas party.
The recreation room was beautifully decorated with a huge tree and glitter everywhere. All the lights and shimmer were reflected in the clear, blue water of the pool.
April wore a white formal with a cape that had white fur around the edge. She looked so young and fresh. Actually like a slim, little angel that had fluttered in for just this occasion. Her long dark hair curled gently at the tips.
Joyce was unhappy with her outfit. Not so much the way the pale blue formal looked as the way she thought her wrinkles showed up. April talked a blue streak about her laugh lines to make her mother even go down to the gala event. Joyce was sure she looked like a withered old prune. April insisted her mother looked beautiful. They had their first argument since Manny ... about Joyce's laugh lines. She insisted they weren't laugh lines because she hadn't had anything to laugh about for so long. They were wrinkles. She was a prune at forty!
April had a surprise for her mother and her mother had better quit bitching about her laugh lines before the surprise arrived at the door!
Joyce scurried around the apartment looking in mirrors and declaring she wasn't even going to the party! The blue dress did absolutely nothing for her figure and what was the sense of wearing sparkly jewelry? For what? She already had seen the creeps who lived in the apartment building and she didn't want any of them and they didn't want her! Joyce's depression mounted. She had planned to be married this year by Christmas and here another lonely year had rolled around. She wasn't going to the party! She was gonna go take off her blue formal!
The door bell rang and April ran to answer it. She had to have her surprise arrive before her mother ruined the whole thing! She opened the door to George, her boyfriend from church camp and his single father. She graciously invited them in and Joyce nearly dropped her teeth! Why hadn't April told her? She knew. She'd a chickened out, that's why. Bless little April and her religion or whatever. Now Joyce wouldn't have to go to the party alone.
She smiled as she met the middle-aged, stocky man. She held out her hand to him and noticed that his was exceptionally warm. How delicious!
April was happy to see her mother happy. Everyone should be happy at Christmas! She took young George by the hand and they left the middle-aged mother and father to get acquainted. April was thrilled to have George by her side. She knew he was a good screw. Her Christmas would be a good one and she hoped his father wasn't a fuddy-duddy. She smiled as she held George's hand and they went down the steps and across the lawn to the glitter of the Christmas party.
April looked pretty, was pretty and felt pretty as she strutted into the rec room with her well groomed, young boyfriend. She smiled warmly at Manny and his new girlfriend as they walked past them. Her heart did skip a beat when she saw him, but what the hell? She had a young, good-looking boy at her side. She was so glad her mother would be escorted, too. Her mother would die if she had to come to the party alone and face the loving situation of Manny, his new girl and her daughters. The daughters were still bitches as far as April was concerned.
April was so proud as her mother walked into the party on the arm of the very distinguished man with the salt-and-pepper hair. They really looked good together.
The Christmas music blared from the stereo and the tree glittered in the dimly lit room. Happy chatter filled the room and everybody danced to the beautiful music.
April was at the punch bowl when Manny came and stood by her. He had two glasses in his hands.
"You look beautiful," he said in his familiar soft tone.
"Thank you," she said softly and smiled. She turned to George and planted a big kiss on the youth. They walked away, leaving Manny to fill his glasses.
He never gives up, thought April.
Joyce and her escort seemed to be getting along very well. They laughed and chatted and danced and seemed completely engrossed in each other.
April was so happy to see her mother come alive again!
April heard the announcement Manny made that he and Fran were getting married the next weekend. They both wanted a holiday wedding. Fran glowed at his side as he lovingly hugged her two daughters.
April couldn't help but laugh to herself. What a warm, little family that would be! Manny would be driving himself wild trying to keep Fran well fucked while he worked in the two daughters at different times. He'd soon be skinnier than he was. Those two blonde bitches deserved the screwin' they'd get from their new step-father! And when he decided to put them down for taking his money and when he called them sluts and whores, what would dear, little wifey-poo do? Maybe she'd kill him! Oh, April was so happy for Manny! He was gonna get what he deserved and so was Fran and so were her two sweet, little daughters! April could just see him running with a dripping cock from one bedroom to another ... panting, trying to keep up with his balling. And the last would be the best-when dear Fran found out that he'd screw anything, even her darling daughters! How wonderful for all of them, April thought sarcastically.
April looked at her mother and realized Joyce hadn't even heard of Manny's plans. Good for her, she was happy with George's father!
With everything under control, April and George slipped out of the recreation room and sprinted across the lawn and up to the apartment.
Once inside the apartment, George took April in his young arms and kissed her warmly.
She felt his hot, wet tongue darting around in her mouth and she melted with desire for the young, virile kid from church. See? Church has its advantages, too.
"You look really neat," George said, breathlessly.
"You, too," April said walking to the kitchen. "Wanna drink? That punch down there was strictly punch, you know?"
George went to her side while she poured vodka and orange juice into two glasses.
She felt his warm hands around her slim waist and his hot mouth on her neck. She plunked in the ice and they went to the living room and sat on the couch.
"We'll have our own little party," she said. "I'm sick of fucking on a hard church pew."
"Me, too," George said. He scooted close to April and put his arm around her shoulder. His hand hung down to her jutting boob. He slid his warm hand down the low neckline of her white dress and caressed her tit.
"Feels good," she murmured.
George slurped his drink and set it down on the coffee table. His other hand encircled the twelve-year-old girl and he stuck his tongue into her mouth. He felt her urging body press against hers.
"How much time do you think we've got?" he asked.
"Probably lots. Your dad and my mother seemed to be having a good time at the party."
She closed her eyes and took his tongue into her mouth again and sucked it tenderly.
"Sure beats fuckin' at church after the youth meetings, don't it?"
She felt George's hand try to get up under her long, white skirt. She giggled at his attempt.
"You fix us another drink and I'll go take this damned thing off," she said.
George, at sixteen, was not a cool bartender. He mixed the drinks and they were strong! He drank one while April was in the bedroom and then fixed the two of them one and set them on the coffee table.
April came around the corner from her bedroom in her nightie.
"Not as pretty as your dress," he said and laughed.
"But what's under it is the same," she said cuddled to George.
George took a gulp of his drink and April turned on the stereo. The choice of music was not romantic, however, the beat was good and April thought if he could bang her to that beat, Wow!
She felt her body hugged close to the youth's and his hands all over her soft flannel gown. She felt the heat from his hands through the soft material. Her nipples stood rigid and her breasts were covered with goose bumps ... just waiting. She felt his hand slide up her leg under her gown. Her crack was dripping her womanly juices and she was ready! She tingled with joy when she felt his hand caressing her pussy. She laid back on the couch when he stuck his firm fingers into her slippery, sloppy slit. She moaned happily at the feeling of his fingers in her hole ... pumping ... pumping.
She watched him take his fingers from her hot box and lick them off.
He stood beside the couch and stripped off his clothes and stood looking down at her with his young, hard cock tall and ready.
She cooed and held her arms up to him in wanton desire. She pulled the youth down to her wide spread crotch and felt his beating prick snubbed to her hole.
His dick was like a burning rod as he sunk it into her slobbering, simmering tube.
She felt him pommel his dong in her squishy tube and his tight balls slam into her gushy crack. She gyrated her pelvis and slammed her twat up to meet his every jack-hammering plunge of stick.
She felt him roll her from side to side and scoot her soft, flannel gown off over her head. She thought he was gonna eat her titties right off her body. The biting, nipping of his teeth on her nipples drove her wild! Then the steady slamming of his hard, hot cock into her hole thrilled her. She tingled and her gut contracted as she heaved her tunnel up higher for more ... more ... more.
She felt his hands dig into her ass crack and held her pelvis up higher to his throbbing, pulsating, pounding whang. His finger dug at her asshole and he punched it in. Her pelvis thrust upwards to his plunging dick and she gyrated on his stiff pole.
The sounds of squishing and slopping filled her ears and her flared nostrils smelled her juices as they bathed his pounding cock.
"I'M GONNA CUMMMMMM!!!" he snorted into her ear.
She moaned and jerked and shot off her load.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!" she screamed.
"EEEEEEIIIIIIOOOOOO!" he bellowed and his body-spasmed.
Her clit fluttered and her vaginal muscles squeezed tightly on his jetting, shooting penis. Her belly contracted and her thrust up pelvis pressed tightly against his smashing down pecker. Their thick, course, pubic hair intertwined and was flooded by the spurting cum. The gushing cum flooded her crack and asshole.
"Suck my cock before it goes limp," he said and whirled around to smash his face into her slobbering crack. He snorted and gulped the mixture of their cum as it drained out of her tunnel.
She grabbed onto his withering prick and plunged it into her mouth. His sticky balls pressed down on her smooth cheeks as she gobbled his rubbery, sticky dick and covered it with her hot spit. Her fingers massaged his soft balls tenderly.
She heard George slopping around in her crack and felt his tongue slip and slide over her twittering clit. If he kept that up, she'd flood his mouth with another splash of jism. Her body whirlpooled and slithered under his.
She felt his arms go around her thighs and his fingers spread her lips apart. His hot breath seared up her bubbling, hot box and his tongue drove her wild as it darted around her clit and over it and finally his teeth nipped on her tiny, quivering lovebud!
Oh, God! Her fevered body shook and her thighs quivered as he snorted in her slit. His tongue flicked her clit again and again! She felt his hot tongue at her vaginal opening and his hot mouth closed around her cunt mouth! He thrust his tongue into her clasping, clutching tube and she shot off again!
She heard him gurgle as he slopped up her onrush of flooding, hot cum. She thrilled that his burning, scorching rod was hardening again! She licked his stump up one side and down the other, stopping only to nuzzle into his soft-skinned balls.
She ran her hot tongue up his stump and flicked her tongue back and forth across his tender cockhead! She still jerked and spasmed at her own orgasm. She wanted to eat his cock clear down her throat! She slipped his heavy dick into her mouth, inch by lovely, hard inch, until his dong was pressed against the back of her throat. She felt his sticky balls on her face and she sucked on his pulsating, blood-filled dick with all the suction she had. Her tongue slipped around his heavy prick and she felt the ridges of his pulsating veins.
Her hips were thrust upward and she heard him slurp at her leaking hole. Her tongue tipped his dripping prickhead and she felt the beginning of his second cum drizzle out into her mouth!
She dug her fingers into his buns and pulled him down farther on her burning face. She nipped and nibbled on his tender cockhead and got the full force of his shooting cum. She sucked wildly on his spurting organ and swallowed as fast as she could all his delicious sperm. Some leaked out the sides of her mouth and dripped down her face. She clamped her mouth onto his pulsating, pushing, heaving, withering dick and sucked ... sucked ... sucked.
George cried and moaned his orgasm and plunged his face deeper into her squishy, marshy crack.
As she swallowed the last of his gushing sperm, she begged him to get his face outta her crack. Her fevered body had to rest a minute! She felt wrung out and crumpled. She turned her face from his dangling prick and gasped for air.
"You kids're really good," came a voice from across the room.
April turned her head towards the voice and saw her mother sitting on the chair watching them. She had her feet up on the chair and her legs spread wide apart. Her finger was in her hole and she worked her own clit with her thumb. Her formal was crushed across her belly.
"Go on ... be a cocksucker a little longer ... I'm almost there!" Joyce worked her own cunt with all the fervor of a lusty, wicked, frustrated maniac.
Joyce took her fingers from her tube and licked them. She spit on them and stuck them back into her seething, simmering hot box.
April moaned and took George's withered dick back into her mouth and made loud noises sucking and slobbering on his rubbery whang.
George spit in April's sticky crack and snorted his face back into her slit. His agile tongue darted back and forth over her fluttering clit. He stuck his tongue up her tunnel and wiggled it against the sides of her vagina.
April lifted her hot pelvis and felt the trickle of another orgasm. She fell back from his dangling prick and let it all roll out in one steady stream. She couldn't flinch nor move. She'd been well fucked and lay there completely shot and drained.
Joyce screamed her finger-banged orgasm and her hips jerked. Her head swam and her fingers were covered with her own jism.
The three of them collapsed in the light of the Christmas tree. They were well spent.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Joyce was not completely happy with her own finger banging. Too bad George's father was from the old school. He hadn't thought it proper to come up to her apartment after the party for a drink. He had said he'd take a rain check on it and had left her at the door. He'd left with his hands in his pockets working his own cock. Too bad.
He'd worked his own prick and Joyce had wound up finger fucking herself.
Seems the only ones to let it all hang out were the kids. They'd had a ball!
Joyce knew it was only a matter of time before George's father came around to fucking her and in the meantime she'd watch the kids eating cock and cunt and work her own hole. It would do temporarily. It was better than nothing!
Joyce wondered what the father thought was proper timing? Time was relevant. One date for four hours or four dates for one hour? One date that lasted all day on a church outing or twelve dates at the coffee shop? What made fucking right? It couldn't be time or numbers of date. People could learn about other people in one date if they talked and had fun, or never if one was withdrawn. Time had nothing to do with fucking or when it was right or wrong or what the people thought of each other. Time was stuck in the father's head, though. He was gonna be proper even if he had to beat his meat!
Joyce would wait. He'd said he'd call and she knew he would. She liked him and he liked her. So time would add up and eventually George's father would break down and fuck her.
In the meantime, Christmas vacation came and went.
April went on dates with George and Joyce went on dates with his father. Manny got married.
School started again and still George's father hadn't fucked Joyce.
It was her day off and she was wandering around the apartment feeling very horny and lonely. She thought of her problem with George's father. Maybe he was impotent and that was the reason he didn't drop his pants and fuck her. Whatever his problem, Joyce was horny!
April wouldn't be home from school until dinner time since she had gone to the local YMCA and started a swimming class. She could swim at the pool at the apartment, but it wasn't a very big pool. She needed a big pool to practice for the school swim team.
Joyce planned the dinner and sat her frustrated body on the couch. She turned on the television. She thought this was an instant replay of the way she'd felt before she and Manny had met and fucked. She'd felt the same emptiness and loneliness just before he'd come to the rescue.
She wondered who'd come to her rescue now that he was married? It wouldn't be George's father because he was at work. Everybody was at work or someplace except her. Funny how lonely an apartment can be. Not even a big apartment.
She thought about when she'd walked in on her daughter and George. The very thought of George's mouth on her daughter's hole made .her shiver with desire. God, she wanted a tongue-fuck! There was nothing better in the whole world than a good cunt-licker!
Maybe she ought to forget about fucking and fix a nice dinner for April. She knew her daughter would be hungry when she came home from her hours of practice in the water. Maybe that would get her mind on something besides sex ... sex ... sex!
Strange how when she had a husband and fucking was available all the time, she didn't think that much about it. Oh, her ex-husband was good, no doubt about it, but sex wasn't an obsession to her like it was now. She had gone so long without it before Manny. Now she wanted to fuck all the time! George's dad would get around to it sooner or later ... later, much later, was probably the fact.
She wanted to screw right now! There wasn't anybody to screw! Finger-banging was a drag and bananas were either too cold or too squashy. She thought perhaps she ought to invest in a dildo. She wondered how one of those things would feel inside her hole? Probably almost the same as finger-banging on a bigger scale.
As she poked her head into the fridge she heard stomping on the stairs, loud voices and a harsh banging on the door. She closed the fridge and wiped her icy hands on her tight Levi's as she walked to the door.
She was surprised to see a herd from heaven, young boys! One was George and she didn't know who the others were. She invited them inside like a spider inviting a swarm of flies into its web. She smiled and completely forgot her daughter's dinner. She had company to talk to and they all had tight, tented Levi's on. They looked absolutely delicious! She had a fleeting thought that maybe she was a pervert.
George did the introducing and they all sat down. Some on the furniture and some on the floor.
Joyce was thrilled as they chatted to each other and her. No, Joyce wasn't home and wouldn't be for some time. Yes, she was on the swimming team and she was practicing. No, she didn't have any other boyfriends at the time except George. Yes, it was a nice apartment and the bathroom was right down the hall for the information of the kid over in the corner. No, April wasn't in trouble for getting caught in the sixty-nine position with George and yes, Joyce was one cool mama. Only right now she was hot!
She told George his dad was a real nice guy, but she was slightly horny and he wasn't helping her a bit. What was the matter with him?
George said he didn't know what was the matter with his dad, but there was nothing wrong with him and his buddies....
Joyce smiled. She hoped her smile wasn't too maternal. She didn't feel maternal towards these kids with the tight pants. Maybe she was a pervert. At this point, she didn't care. April had fucked with her man, Manny, so why couldn't she fuck some of her friends? Not that she held any resentment towards her daughter and she certainly didn't want to get even. But she had to face facts. If people wanted to fuck, they did. It was sort of the old any-port-in-a-storm and the weather conditions in her living room looked very promising!
George eyed Joyce's full boobs and said he thought she had nifty tits. He hoped April would fill out to be so round, so jutting, so neat!
Joyce squirmed in her own slush. How lovely. The dear boy had the hots! So did she! He'd already seen her finger-bang herself, so her snatch was nothing new to him. She'd seen his dangling cock. It was a shame she hadn't seen it before he'd shot off in her daughter's mouth. She presumed he'd have a helluva whang. He was young and well built. So were his friends. For sixteen, kids sure were well developed!
George asked Joyce if she'd mind showing them her tits. He was quite blunt about the whole thing. He surprised Joyce.
She hesitated for a minute and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off and sat in front of the boys with her bra squashed full of overflowing boobs.
"I wanna make something perfectly clear. I'm already hot and this isn't helping matters a bit! And if you guys think I'm gonna put on a strip show for you and have you leave and leave me hotter than I am-then no show."
"Don't worry, we'll take care of you," George said and all the other guys nodded.
"Okay, then." She reached around and unhooked her bra. It came loose in the front and she dropped her bra to her lap and watched the little boys ogle her titties.
She heard the moans and groans from the youths and saw them jab each other in the ribs. She also saw the signs of embarrassment like flushed faces and giggles. She urged one slim lad to come up and touch her.
He resisted and the other guys prodded him on. Slowly he crawled to her from his position on the floor and put out a hand to her boob.
"Why're you so shy?" she asked. "Isn't this the reason you guys came tromping up here? George told you about April and me, so why're you so shy now?"
"God! In front of everybody? In the daylight?"
"What'd you expect? You're the ones that came up here now. And there're more'n two of you ... so you planned on a gang-bang deal!"
George came over to her and looked scornfully at his buddy who had one finger on her jutting nipple. George bent over Joyce and cupped his warm, young hand around her jutting boob and took her nipple into his hot, wet mouth and sucked.
Joyce melted at George's touch on one breast and the scared kid touching her other nipple. She fell back on the couch and George never let go of her nipple in his mouth. He tugged and nipped on her boob and the other boy followed suit.
The boys watching soon joined the fun. They ripped off their tight pants and the group worked to unbutton Joyce's Levi's and pull them down over her feet. She heard noises from the boys when her dark, curly snatch came into view. She opened her eyes and saw all the hard young pricks and her mouth watered almost as much as her crotch.
She hated to see the boys standing around with their whangs up in the air watching George and the scared kid work on her titties. Her twat was naked and her thighs quivered in excitement. She couldn't fuck them all at the same time and she could see that some of them wouldn't last through seeing one guy screw her.
She had a lovely idea to take care of all the young boys. She sat up and told them to all line up in front of her. Her heart pounded as she saw the different whangs in front of her. Some were longer than others and some were fatter. All of them looked so tasty she could hardly wait!
She got to her knees in front of the first lad and cradled his soft-skinned nuts and kissed his pulsating cockhead. Then she moved on down the line and did the same thing to each of the other five boys.
She crawled on her hands and knees back up to the first boy. Her domes jiggled and her nipples were rigid. Her crack was slippery with her hot cunt juices.
Back at the first boy she cradled his balls, kissed his cockhead and slipped his hard dong into her mouth about an inch. Her tongue whipped around on his solid prickhead and then she sucked a minute and let go!
She worked her way down the line of boys doing exactly the same thing to each of them.
She was mad with lust and desire for the tender, young pricks! She knew the boys couldn't stand much of this action. Some of them clutched their dicks in agony as they watched her take a heavy peter into her mouth for a few minutes and then let go of it. She made sounds of sucking and they could easily see each other's wet, spit-covered cockheads. They moaned their lust and watched her bare ass as she moved down the line. When she sat in front of a boy, her breasts jutted upward and her dark, curly snatch was clearly visible to all the youngsters.
She went back to the first boy and kissed his pulsating cockhead. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth so all the boys could see her tickle his cockhead with her darting, dashing tongue. Then she inched his blood-filled prick into her mouth very slowly. She cradled his balls with her hot hands. As she inched her slobbering mouth back off the lad's hard stick, she nuzzled her face into his balls.
She heard moans from down the line as each knew he was gonna get the same treatment. She saw some of the youngsters grab frantically at their organs and she knew their balls ached!
She moved her naked body down the line sucking each precious dick and nuzzling nuts by the pairs. Her titties jiggled and her face was flushed. Her gut contracted and her hole ran wet with lubricating juices.
She went back to the first boy and knew he was gonna shoot his load this time around. She saw his legs shake and his whole body quivered as she crawled up to his stuck-up peter. She looked at the young, thick stick and licked her lips. She could hardly wait to taste his delicious, young, thick sperm. She suck a cum out of this kid this time and go right down the line and get sprayed with jism from each and every young prick.
She inched up to the lad on her knees with her titties hobbling. She put the lad's hands on her boobs and told him to pinch her nipples. She kissed his tender cockhead and whipped her tongue around his tiny, teardrop opening so all the kids could see. Her hands went to his balls and she slipped his hard peter into her mouth slowly and deliberately. She sucked in his penis and her hands inched from his balls around his shaking hips to his asscrack. She dug her fingers into his asscrack and prodded at his asshole. She had his throbbing, pounding whang in her mouth pressing against her windpipe. Her darting tongue licked up and down his thick stem. She felt the trickle of his beginning orgasm dribble down her throat. Her heart pounded and her fevered body clutched at the naked youth's ass! Her mouth slobbered and spit all over his throbbing prick and she sucked loudly and tugged with her teeth on the child's dick.
She felt his pelvis swing his dick into her sucking mouth. His young body shook with lust and approaching orgasm. She got up on her knees and spread her thighs apart. Her hole was dripping gushy juices. She buried her head against the lad's lower gut as she tugged on his throbbing prong and dug her fingers into his punching asshole crack. She felt his cum flood out of his hard dick and into her mouth. His thick, warm cream tasted so good going down her throat. She licked his prick for every last drop of delicious, tasty cum. The trickles of juice that dripped out of her mouth, she quickly licked up.
She left the boy withering and shaking and spasming on the floor and went on to the next lad and the next and the next and the next and the next! She tasted of each young boy's sperm when she finished her line-up of cocksucking!
Her clit throbbed and fluttered. Her vaginal tube clenched and tightened. Her fevered skin felt like she was on fire. Her hole cried for a tongue! She loved cunt-sucking and blow jobs!
by the time she'd sucked off the last cock, the first kid was sitting up and watching, with a hard-on! He sat on his buns with his arms wrapped around his knees, which were widespread and she easily saw his rigid cock flesh thumping over his balls.
She crawled over to the boy and straddled his now flattened legs. His prick was thumping madly and so close to her twat! She laid back between his wide spread legs with her ass on his knees. She reached down to her marshy, wet, slobbering labia and pulled her cuntlips apart.
The boy leaned over and put his hot face to her wet crack and his tongue flicked her clit over and over and then plunged deep into her hot box.
She rotated her hips and lifted her pelvis upwards towards his young face. She steadied her heaved up pelvis on her legs and feet. She felt his hot hands caress her gyrating hips and ass. His tongue darted around and around her twittering clit. When she felt she was going to explode, the boy took her spasming, jerking clit into his hot, wet mouth and sucked the tiny love bud. His tongue darted over and over her rigid little clit. She whirlpooled her ass and exploded her orgasm when he stuck his tongue up inside her simmering, seething, bubbling cunt. Her body slithered around and her gut contracted. She jerked frantically and wildly reached for the lad's shoulders. She pulled him to her open, widespread crotch. She took his hard dick with her hand and stuck it to her clutching, sloshing tunnel.
She withered with lustful desire as he heaved his dick into her hot hole and pummeled the shit out of her cunt. She felt the rapid jabs of his rock hard whang up inside her hole! She felt the swack of his balls in her slippery, squashy, sloppy crack! Her low down gutsy feeling deepened as he thrust his dick home and shot off his splattering cum and drenched her with the thick semen.
The next boy didn't mind at all that her hole was flooded with his buddy's cum and her own. He jammed his thick dick into her and jack-hammered his stump into her hole. He shot off in a hurry, since he had been watching her slithering body while his friend fucked her. Her bobbing boobs and whirlpooling ass had turned him on but good. He had seen his buddy slam his dick into her hole and so he was ready to send his dick ricocheting into her tube and shoot off.
by the time she reached the end of the line and had been fucked solidly by each of the boys, her labia was all pubby and red. Her hole felt wrecked out and stretched and well pounded. She could barely move, she felt so good!
Her head swam and her body was wet from sweat and her snatch was matted from all the shooting hot boy cum. Her crack flowed with all the draining cum. Her nipples were red from being pinched and bitten. Her jutting boobs had teeth marks and hickies all over them. Her hair was tousled and she was nearly unconscious with lust fulfilled!
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was a good thing Joyce had off the next day! She felt like she'd been horseback riding for a week! Her thighs hurt from being spread. Her cunt hurt and stung from the rapid fucking it had received. Despite the hickies and the aches, she felt so damned good about the young boys! She loved every minute of screwing young kids! They were damned good and they got their cocks up rapidly after cumming. She loved it!
April had gone off to school so Joyce could lay in bed and tingle as she remembered the many fine fucks from last night. She wondered what her daughter would think if she knew her religious boyfriend had had his face in her slit and his jabbing tongue up her hole. Oh well, her daughter would have to learn that she didn't own George ... or his friends. After all, April had been fucked by Manny and his buddies.
Joyce had never thought much about gang-bangin' but now she loved it. She was never without a tough stick to shove up her hole. It was the only way to go!
At about noon, Joyce crawled out a bed and fixed herself some coffee. She sat by the window and looked out from her place at the table.
So somebody was moving in. Joyce looked at the freight men hauling in crates and furniture. She saw a man about her age that seemed to be telling the other guys what to do. He had on a suit. He must be the new tenant. He had a teenaged son tagging him. The kid was skinny and short. His long, scraggly hair hid his face so she couldn't really get a good look at the kid's face. The dad looked like a businessman of some sort.
Joyce kept watching for the wife. She surveyed the furniture and decided the new family was fairly well off. The furniture was heavy velvet. She surmised the crates were full of books the way the moving men heaved them around. Dishes would've broken and not been so heavy.
Joyce smiled to herself. Maybe she'd missed her calling. She should a been a detective. However, there was nothing very mysterious about new people moving into the apartment building. The only thing strange was she hadn't seen a wife.
Maybe the guy was a schoolteacher. There sure were lots a crates. She sat sipping her coffee and watching the whole procedure. She imagined that everybody else was doing the same thing. Anything that happened around there was great news and subject for conversation for months. It was like living in a small town, where everybody knew everybody else's business. And if they didn't get very friendly with her neighbors. She had tried to tell April to keep to herself, too.
That's one time they all would've been better off ... if nobody'd gotten friendly with Manny. Oh, well. That was over and done with.
She looked over by the pool. Nobody was around. She wondered if dear Manny had gotten into the little girls panties like he'd succeeded with her daughter. She chuckled as she thought of how surprised Fran would be when she found out what she had for a husband ... a real horn!
Joyce watched the little boy as he tagged his dad. Must not be much older than her April. Joyce would feel much better if April had a new boyfriend. Joyce did feel a little guilty about fucking all of April's little friends. Maybe she wouldn't feel so guilty if April had a new boyfriend and just forgot about the boys from church.
Joyce knew the boys'd be back to see her. She'd given them a good time. She didn't wanna hurt her daughter by letting her know she'd fucked the hell outta the kids. So she would have to get friendly with the new people and get April interested in that skinny kid. It'd be nice if April had a little friend to go to the pool with and go to school with. And he wasn't built that bad for being skinny ... His pants bagged off his butt, but Joyce could see that his crotch had a bulge. She imagined that for his size, he'd have a good dingus in those pants.
She caught herself sizing up the kid instead of the father. My, she had gotten a kick outta fucking those boys. Maybe her thing was young boys! She'd really gotten a thrill outta all the young cocks! She better look at the dad a little more. Well, she would if he didn't have on a suit. What the hell could she see of his crotch? Why was she looking at all? Really! His wife'd be along any minute and that'd take care of that!
She wasn't really that upset by wives either. She used to be ... but not anymore. If guys'd screw the shit outta anybody, why shouldn't she? She loved fucking, anyway. She had discovered that life was too short to be pickie-pickie and besides she loved the variety she was getting lately.
When April came home from school, Joyce told her about the new family that moved in down stairs.
April was unimpressed. She knew the boy. He was a prick in her class at school, but his dad was something else! April thought his dad was hot shit! She informed her mother that there was no wife in the family.
Joyce decided immediately to have a welcome to the joint party.
The next few days in the morning before she went to work, she managed to invite the man downstairs and his son up to their place for dinner on her next day off.
She discovered that he was in real estate, but didn't invest in it. His wife had been dead for quite some time and he was raising his son by himself and he was very lonely. Joyce sympathized with him on several points as she looked at his son. She couldn't help but adore the skinny little boy with the big crotch. She had become very fond of little boys.
Anyway, they both said they'd be at her dinner party on her next day off.
Joyce made all sorts of plans. She started out with the expensive ideas of cooking with wine and having something really grand. Then she consulted her budget and decided on spaghetti, garlic bread and a green salad. Also, there wasn't much a person could do to ruin spaghetti. She didn't have the talent for cooking fabulous food. She and April didn't eat that way.
On the night of the dinner party, April decided to go someplace, anyplace! She didn't like that prick downstairs and she couldn't see why she had to stay home and be a jolly hostess to somebody she couldn't stand!
Joyce insisted.
Joyce put on a spring green pants suit and spent lots of time with her short, dark hair. She applied a touch of pink to her lips. She wore big, gold, hoop earrings and a gold chain around her neck. She was gonna get one of them into the sack tonight. She preferred the young boy, but she knew, just to be socially acceptable, she ought to get the dad.
April wore her blue Levi's and slouched around the house waiting for the dumb drip from downstairs to come upstairs. Shit, her mother had some dumb ideas. Of course, she supposed all desperate women did!
The guests arrived promptly at seven. Ben, the father, talked about nothing except real estate and commissions and hauling people all over town only to have some other broker take them to one house and sell them. Real estate was a rough business. It was difficult to work only on commission. However, if he did have to say so himself, he was doing fairly well. Of course, his hours were his own, but mostly he had to be gone nights and on weekends when he could get both a husband and a wife together on a deal or he put more time and double the trips in on a deal.
Joyce listened to his business talk and April could have cared less. Ben's son, Ralph was all aglow with love for April. He'd seen her at school and he'd always wanted to meet her and now he had!
April yawned.
About the only good thing about the whole evening was that the spaghetti was better than usual. The conversation was dull and just about everybody was in agony ... except Ben. He rambled on and on about high interest rates and the rising prices.
Joyce was thrilled when the doorbell sounded and she could get away from how to sub divide a section. She ran to the door and her spirits fell.
There stood George's father, Mr. Religion, himself.
This night was a real bummer. How could she manage to get two duds at her apartment in one night? She invited George Senior in and introduced him to Ben, the real estate dud. Also, his pimply faced son.
April yawned.
Joyce poured coffee for the adults and thought about the waste of money for her new green pants suit.
April walked out the front door, leaving it open and stood looking down at the pool. She saw Manny in the pool with his two little girls. He was playing with them and helping them in and out of the pool. He'd lift one blonde by the waist and help her out over the side and her ass was right in his face.
April bet he'd gotten to them already. The dumb mother sat in a lounge chair by the pool, enjoying the fact that her new husband so dearly loved her daughters. April felt sick as he pressed his hand on one girl's breast so her mother couldn't see. Oh, yes, dear Manny was still up to his old tricks.
April looked down the steps to the iron gate and saw George and a gang of his buddies approaching. What a relief! She maybe could get away from the dumb, boring party if she left with George. She smiled as they came up the steps two at a time.
She invited them in to the apartment and they slouched all over the place. George asked her when the others were gonna leave and if his dad planned on staying.
April shrugged her shoulders. She asked them where they were going and what they were up to tonight.
All the boys looked blankly at each other. They knew what they were up to, but apparently April hadn't heard about their parties with her mother, so 'cool' was the word.
April asked George if he'd take her someplace and he said to wait and maybe the dip shit from downstairs would take his dumpy, pimply son and leave. Then if he could just get rid of his old man, everything'd be all right.
April protested that her mother would still be there.
George said she was cool. Just ask the other guys ... not him, 'cause he'd never done it with her, but ask his buddies.
April sunk back in the soft furniture. She wasn't surprised that her mother'd got it on with George's buddies. Nothing surprised her. Not after Manny.
Ben continued to blabber about a listing he had that'd be just right for Joyce and her daughter.
Joyce wasn't paying a bit of attention to him. She wondered what young George was whispering to her daughter. Joyce wished Ben would leave. She'd love to sink her teeth into one of those young cocks in the living room. She didn't wanna be rude to Ben and his son, but she didn't really give a damn about real estate and his son was very uncomfortable what with all the other boys horning in on his love ... And Joyce wished George, Senior would leave. She couldn't very well fuck his son with him watching. Why not? She'd watched his son fuck her daughter? The old man couldn't be all religion and prudish.
It was a very sticky situation!
Joyce was depressed. She'd bought a new pants suit to impress a dumb dip-shit like Ben. Here she sat with all her young studs in her own living room with their pants tented. Her crotch was weeping with energetic desire and there sat certain obstacles: her daughter, her dumb neighbors and George's father. She could just die!
Her clit fluttered with lust. Her pussy felt bristly in her tight green pants. Her box steamed. She had to feel a tongue in her hole and it was now or never!
Joyce stood up by the kitchen table.
"I have an announcement to make. We are now gonna play after dinner games. If any of you feel that you'll be offended, you had better leave now. Otherwise, anything goes!"
The boys in the living room whistled and stomped their feet.
Joyce went to the window and closed the drapes. She turned around to face the crowd. "We'll play follow the leader for warm-ups."
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She looked around to see who was doing the same. Everybody! Even the real estate man and his son and George's father.
She let her blouse slip to the floor and so did everybody else. She looked at April and she was way ahead. She wasn't wearing a bra!
Everybody was ogling April's titties and not to be outdone, Joyce unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.
Now everybody was naked to the waist and looking at everybody else ... except George's father. He had on an undershirt.
Everybody looked at him and he quickly shed it.
Joyce was so happy that some of the young guys were looking at her breasts. She'd hate to have everybody looking at April's titties, like the middle-aged guys were doing.
She tugged her tight, green pants off and dropped them to the floor.
There was a scramble as the guys all dropped their pants and so did April.
Not so prudish as I thought, thought Joyce looking at the briefs that held bunched-up pricks and nuts.
She slowly slipped her bikini panties down ... down ... down ... until her dark, curly snatch popped out. She dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them.
April did the same thing and was followed by all the guys. Cocks and twats were all over the place. Since the girls were outnumbered-and that's lovely-Joyce flipped on the music and she and April started doing the bump with every guy there. Hips banged hips and snatches banged cocks and when everybody got confused, a whang or two bumped an asshole or so. The music banged on and on.
April bumped her way over to George Senior and banged her young, furry nest up against his stiff pecker. She kept it up again and again. She had this thing for the middle-aged guys. She changed from him to Ben. Her pussy ate up his cock as they bumped closer and closer.
George Senior banged into her firm, rounded asscheeks and April was in heaven, banged in the front and back by the two middle-aged pricks. She felt their hands all over her young body. Hands pinched her titties and nipples. Hands felt her flat belly and down to her soft pussy. Hands on her buns. Hands in her sloppy slit and fingers up her hot box!
She felt fingers dart across her clit and trace passed her hole to punch at her tight, little ass button. She was lifted by strong hands and set down hard on a stiff cock up her dribbling hole.
She cooed her happiness as she wrapped her legs around George Senior's pelvis. She felt Ben push his cock tightly into her asshole and prod it home. She felt wonderful with a cock in each of her holes, working around, in and almost out, but back in. Her ass dripped with juice and her twat cried with joy! She rode the one guy and the other tagged them with his prick snuggly up her asshole. Hands held her securely by the titties as they danced the best they could to the bump.
The two middle aged men with the plunging dicks managed to get close enough to the kitchen table that April could grab onto Ralph's little dong as he stood in the middle of the table. She shoved his young prong into her mouth and hung onto his balls so that the middle-aged guys couldn't possibly move away from the table or Ralph would lose his nuts.
Joyce wasn't bumping. She was sitting on the couch with her heels dug into the seat part and her knees bent upwards. Her thighs were spread wide and the young boys took turns licking her clit and cunt. Joyce held her lips wide apart so her little, rigid clit stood out, vibrating. She loved the touch of each hot, young tongue as it licked around and over her quivering love bud and then plunged like a burning shaft into her clutching hole. Her slit was slobbery wet and juicy. She adored the sounds the youngsters made as they snorted into her squashy, marshy crack. She tugged her labia apart as they licked and sucked. She watched each head move around between her legs and the smells of her own juices turned her on even more than she already was.
Young mouths were on her titties chewing her nipples. She felt fevered and ready to burst with lust. A hard, young cock was shoved in her mouth and she nipped at the tender cockhead. Her tongue flicked back and forth over the dripping, hard, luscious prickhead.
"Hey, Mom," April hollered over all the grunting and heaving. "If you don't wanna be lonely any more and wanna get married, we oughta change partners...."
"Screw you, kid. I don't wanna get married and lose out on all this young stuff. Variety is the spice of life and I'm havin' a ball!"
She shoved another hard dick into her already cum-filled mouth.
