As anyone dealing with children these days is well aware, there is a preponderance of sexual activity going on among them that is unequalled in history. Of necessity, educators have had to lower the age when youngsters are taught about sex for their own protection, and many are putting into practice what they learn.
Among both sexes, kids are discussing and engaging in sex with the blase attitude formerly restricted to mature adults, totally unconcerned about the moral or ethical aspects. Intercourse, and the resultant pregnancies, along with the tragic and uncontrollable spread of venereal disease, is a rampant problem among school-age youths. And, according to behavioral scientists, there is no end in sight.
The root cause of the situation is, of course, the relaxed mores of the general populace with regard to sex and sexual behavior. Marriage is on the wane, and living together is now acceptable. College and high school students practice copulation openly on campuses. Adults, whether single, married or parents, appear to be seeking more and more diverse outlets for their sexual desires. And sex has become a predominant factor in all communications media, from literature to advertising.
Small wonder that youngsters want to get in on the action.
Today, successful sexual accomplishments are regarded as badges of honor among children. A male or female virgin, or any kid who is reluctant to indulge because of his or her beliefs, is viewed as an alien suffering from stunted mental growth. Such "odd balls" are often coerced by their peers into sexual contact, and if they do not accede, they are usually jeered at and vilified.
Youth, with its own tacit but strict rules and regulations, literally forces its members into immoral acts by virtue of the penalty of ostracization. Pursued by this penalty, and fired by their natural curiosity and instincts, a staggering percentage of children participate in some form of sex act before they reach the age of fourteen.
Unfortunately, as this book fictionally depicts, many kids do not restrict themselves to their own age group. Because of their tender youth, and sometimes their very proximity, they are coveted by a large number of adults. Aware of this fact, and hoping to discover the intricacies of sex that only experience can give, youngsters often give themselves over. And in more instances than ever become known, they assume the role of the seducer.
It is a thought-provoking enigma, and one that requires close scrutiny for a solution.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Hershel Oliver Martin tossed his uniform cap on the car seat then slipped under the wheel, groaning audibly when his stiff prick bent behind his fly. Slamming the door, he rolled the window down and leaned back to relieve the pressure on the rigid erection thrumming against his abdomen.
While he was unbuckling his pistol belt a bell rang, and in a few moments Jefferson Junior High began disgorging a torrent of young students. Martin sighed, laid the belt and holster next to him, then trained his eyes on the departing figures searchingly, looking for one youngster in particular.
It had been a particularly distressing day for Martin. The kids had been even more unruly than usual for no apparent reason, and he had been called upon to break up more than one scuffle in the halls and on the playground. But that hadn't been the real cause of his upset. The worst episode had occurred during the last class period.
Recollection of the incident made his hard-on leap, and he placed a hand on the bulge in his lap to rub it soothingly.
He had been patrolling the corridors, listening for any disruption in the classrooms, when the new girl's gym teacher had rushed toward him with hair flying and eyes bulging with fear.
"Mr. Martin! Come quick! The girls are fighting in the shower room! I tried to stop them, but I couldn't! Oh, please hurry! Someone could get badly hurt in there!"
Martin started to tell her that he couldn't go in there, but she already had her nails dug into his arm and was pulling him violently toward the girl's locker room.
"Hold it, Miss Hanson. That's not my job. We'll have to get some lady teachers to break it up. I can't go into the girl's shower."
"You'll have to!" the woman cried. "We can't wait! One of them could get killed! Hurry! Come on!
Entering the girl's shower room was a matter that had never come up, and as far as Martin knew, it wasn't covered in the instructions. Still, the evident urgency of the situation seemed to require immediate action, so he reluctantly allowed himself to be propelled by the near-hysteric teacher into the restricted sanctuary.
Young girls in all stages of undress were massed together at one end of the locker room, barring entry into the adjacent shower. High-pitched screams and swearing were echoing from the walls, mingled with equally loud goading taunts. Miss Hanson pulled him onward, roughly pushing aside partially nude nymphs in order to reach the doorway.
"Get out of the way! I've got the guard! Move it! Let us through!"
Martin felt naked and brassiered breasts brush his arms as they forced their way through the packed crowd, but he refused to lower his gaze to look at them. In another instant they had broken through and were standing just inside the large tiled shower room.
The sight that greeted them made Martin swallow hard, and the air gushed from his lungs. Ten to fifteen totally nude girls were engaged in a free-for-all under the spraying water, their arms and legs flailing as they punched and pulled hair. Some had no titties at all, while others were well endowed. A few sprouted tufts of down around their pelvis, but the majority were as bare as babes below their waists.
"STOP IT!" Miss Hanson screamed. "STOP IT! I WONT HAVE THIS SORT OF THING IN MY CLASS! DO YOU HEAR ME? STOP IT!"
Releasing Martin's arm, the teacher rushed into the fray, avoiding gleaming bodies and soaking herself as she reached for the faucets and turned the water off. Then she began to pry apart the. fighting pairs, shoving the dripping girls in Martin's direction. When they saw him and recognized his uniform, they forgot all about the fracas and began reaching for towels to cover up their nudity.
Martin had stood helpless, his arms hanging at his sides and his cock swelling to immense proportions, while Miss Hanson finished breaking it up. He remembered being grateful that he had worn two jock straps that day instead of one, as he had absolutely no control over his erection. The bare-ass girls had turned him on, and the reaction of his penis was inevitable.
"There, now," the teacher said, wiping a hand across her wet face as she stepped up to him. "I'm going to have the kids get dressed, then you and I will take them to the principal. I'll have no more of this."
He hooked his thumbs in his gun belt and cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Uhhh, I don't think you need me for that, do you? I mean, you can take it from here. I go off duty in a few minutes, and I have things to do."
The woman gave him an exasperated look and nodded. "Okay. I'll do it myself. I shouldn't have bothered you. Go on and do your job, whatever that is. I'll manage."
Not knowing what else to say, and feeling particularly uneasy, Martin shrugged and turned to make his way through the group of girls still crowding around the doorway.
As he shouldered his way through, it had seemed to Martin that several of the youngsters were intentionally rubbing their pelvises against his legs and their budding tits against his arms. He tried to ignore the suggestive pressures, concentrating on reaching the security of the hallway, but then something happened that couldn't possibly be construed as innocent.
Just as he was reaching the edge of the crowd, a pretty little blonde that he recognized as the Adams girl blocked his way. When he attempted to move her aside, he felt a tiny hand close hard around his erect prick, and then it squeezed.
"I was right, kids," the blonde said gleefully. "He did get hard in there. I told you he would. Here. Feel it."
Suddenly several hands were groping for his groin and the swollen erection behind his fly, then others were coming from behind and probing into his crotch. With his face reddening to crimson, Martin spun and twisted away, shoving the girls roughly out of the way while he made for the door. Loud, teasing laughter was still ringing in his ears when he reached the hall and walked swiftly toward the outside exit.
Now he sat in his car looking for the youthful blonde that had so lewdly embarrassed him, still not sure of what he was going to do or say but determined to let her know that he wouldn't tolerate things like that.
Lighting a cigarette while he scanned the stragglers, he had to admit that hadn't been the first instance where the girl students had deliberately taunted him. Over the last few years there had been several such occurrences.
Like the time last fall when Mary Beth Hayes had come to him with a story that kids were smoking pot in the girl's restroom. He had responded innocently enough because he had been warned that it was going on, but what he'd discovered was totally unexpected.
The room had been full of grinning girls, none of whom was holding a reefer. But two stall doors were open, and on each stool a girl was squatting, naked from the waist down and with their thighs parted wide, both puffing away merrily.
"Hi, Martin," one of the sitting girls had said. "Wanna try some of this? Or maybe you'd rather have a little of this." With that, the girl had slipped a hand between her bare thighs and pried apart her hairless pussy lips to give him a view of the pink canyon of her cunt.
Luckily a female teacher had come in at that moment and she hustled the kids off to the office for punishment. Quite a few of the students, both male and female, had bugged him mercilessly about it for months afterward, and he had almost quit. If it hadn't been for the alternative, he would have.
Then too, practically every day when he was guarding the hallways during changes of class, a giggling bunch of girls would approach him, and while they crowded around with silly questions, one of them would cop a feel of his dick. Then they would stroll away laughing, knowing how badly he wanted to get into their tight young cunnys. It was for that reason that he usually wore a double jock, so that his erections wouldn't be too apparent.
His aching boner was still pulsing in his pants when he saw Helen Adams coming out of the building with an armload of books. She was wearing a short white skirt that revealed nearly all of her scissoring bare legs and a tight red sweater that seemed to exaggerate the small mounds of her pubescent breasts. Tossing his butt away, he honked the horn and motioned her over.
"What's up, Martin?" she asked saucily, then covered her mouth. "Ooops, I guess I shouldn't have said that."
"Helen," he said gruffly, "I'm not going to play games with you. You know what I wanted to see you about. If you pull a stunt like that again, I'm going to turn you in."
The blonde's eyebrows arched and her lips curled. "Oh, really? What would you say? That I played with your peter? Who'd believe that? I'd say I didn't, and the girls would back me up. You can't say anything, and you know it. 'Bye, now. Sweet wet dreams, Martin."
Angry words stuck in his throat as he watched her turn and walk away, her ripe buns hobbling under her skirt. She was right, and he knew it. Any complaint would only result in trouble for him, not her. Who would believe that a thirteen year old child would make a grab for the prick of a forty-five year old man?
By the time Martin reached his favorite neighborhood bar, his cock had wilted and his fury had abated. He had resigned himself to the fact there was nothing he could do, so he might as well endure the childish pranks at Jefferson. Tucking his gun belt under the seat, he entered the tavern.
"Now, here's a guy that really has a soft job," George the bartender said to another man at the bar as Martin dropped onto a stool. "All he has to do is look at sweet young cunts all day long. Could never do it myself. I'd walk around with a hard-on most of the time."
The stranger looked over and smiled as George drew a beer for Martin. "That right? What do you do?"
"Security guard at a junior high," Martin mumbled. His job was one thing he didn't like to discuss, afraid he might let something slip out about what happened and the way he felt about it.
"What a way t' earn a livin'," George said, shaking his head as he placed the glass in front of Martin. "Surrounded by tender cunt. Christ! All them titties and juicy pussies."
Martin drained half his beer before reaching for a cigarette. "And all jail bait. Touch one, and I'd be in the slammer for years."
"Ain't that the truth," the stranger said. "Still, I've seen a lot of 'em that'd be worth it. Trouble is, if they're over ten these days, most of 'em ain't a virgin no more. Wouldn't be worth a shit if they wasn't cherry, wo'uld it?"
"Guess not." Martin stared into his glass to end the conversation, thought of Helen Adams squeezing his prick, and wondered if she'd ever been fucked. Probably. Any girl that would handle a man's cock knew what it was and what it was used for. Sure would be nice to find out, though.
As he sipped a second beer and let his mind wander to past incidents with the delicious young students, Martin's pecker ballooned again into an aching, throbbing pole. It seemed that lately all he could think about was tender twats and small, firm tits. It was becoming an obsession that was getting harder and harder to control.
One of these days I'm going to do it, he thought. One of those kids is going to push me too far, and I'll dick her sure as hell. "See you later, George."
"Right. Hey, Martin, if you come across one of those hot little chicks that wants a big prick, let me know. Probably kill me, but I'd sure as hell like to give it a try."
Coarse laughter followed him outside. He climbed in his car and pointed it toward home, already planning the fantasies he was going to dwell on when he got there and jacked off to relieve the tremendous pressure in his cock and balls. It was getting to be a daily ritual, jacking off, and he was becoming tired of it, but he was too shy to go out and ask a woman to fuck, so there was no alternative.
Pulling into the driveway of his mother's house, he glanced at the small cottage next door that he had once shared with his gentle, petite wife. Unfortunately, Mother Martin had destroyed the marriage with her continuous harping, just as she had ruined any relationship he had ever had with a woman. Now that she was too old to do any more harm, he had given up all hope of a happy married life and was content to live in his own unrestricted dream world.
After hanging his hat and belt in the closet, Martin went through the silent house to his bedroom, knowing full well that his mother was taking her afternoon nap with ear plugs and eye blinders and that nothing less than an explosion would awaken her.
He stripped off his clothes, then took a metal tackle box from the bottom drawer of the bureau and carried it with him to the bed where he stretched out his naked torso. Opening the box, he lifted out the tray of lures, hooks and lines, then he dug out a thin stack of small photos held together by a rubber band.
The pictures had been confiscated from a boy at school, along with various and sundry other items, but had wound up in Martin's pocket instead of being turned over to the school officials. They were all shots of naked little girls in a variety of poses, obviously taken by an amature or possibly a child.
In each picture, whether standing, sitting or laying down, the assortment of nude beauties were holding their cunts apart with both forefingers and exposing their vaginal openings. Some were plainly reluctant, but most appeared to be enjoying the opportunity to show off their girlish cunnies.
Licking his lips, anticipation gleaming in his eyes, he went through the stack once, then again, while the thick hairy organ arched over his abdomen jerked and leaped. Finally, he selected one and held it before his eyes while his other hand curled around his prick lovingly. Then he began pumping the dark-veined piston with long strokes, sliding the loose skin up and down the immense shaft and making his balls slap in his crotch.
The picture he was holding could have been of Helen Adam's twin. She was blonde, long-legged, and lying flat on a coffee table as she spread the lips of her cuntal cleft. The small, nearly nonexistent tits were centered with stiff, dime-sized nipples, and Martin could almost feel them against his tongue as he flagged the gigantic tool angling up from his groin.
"Oh, fuck!" he moaned. "Damn! I'd love to fuck you, Helen! And eat your sweet little puss and suck your tiny titties! Ooohhh! God! I wish you'd let me fuck you, Helen! If you were here, I'd make you put your mouth on my cock and suck me till I couldn't cum any more! Hhhuuhhh! Oh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Jesus!"
Putting the photo to his lips, he kissed the girl's tits and twat, imagining that he could smell the honey-like fragrance of her snatch. She was squirming under him, begging and pleading for him to stick his tongue deep into her pussy. Vaginal syrup was trickling into his mouth, over his tongue and gums, and he savored every delectable drop.
"Oh, Martin!" she was whining. "Make me cum! Ooohhh, God! Push your tongue way up inside me! Hhhuuuhhh! Eat me, Martin! Lick my cunny! I'm gonna cum! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
He was heaving his hips off the bed now, hunching as he thrust his saber-shaped dick at his flying fist. The ancient springs squeaked in protest as he became more violent, his muscles tensed while he awaited the bursting explosion of the viscous fluid that was coursing through his loins.
"HUH! HHHUUUHHH! HUH! OH, HELEN, FUCK! FUCK! CHRIST, WHAT A WONDERFUL CUNT! UH! UH! UH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
A jet of white liquid erupted from the tiny slit in the bulbous purple head of his pecker, followed by another and another. The droplets arched through the air over his bent torso, then fell like rain onto his bare belly and chest. A spastic shudder raced through him, and his face twisted into a grimace as he continued to pump on his straining, squirting dick until the last of his seminal fluid oozed out. Then he slumped back to the mattress with a long, quavering breath.
When the quivering and panting had slowed, Martin got up to wipe the sperm from his body and put the tackle box away. As soon as that was done, he donned his robe and went to the bathroom for a shower before taking the short nap he allowed himself prior to dinner.
"You're going to have to put that camping trailer together and move it some place, Martin," Mother Martin said as she placed a steaming bowl of stew on the dining room table.
"Why? It's not in anybody's way over there."
"Because I rented the cottage today, that's why." Mother Martin settled her thin old frame into a chair and spread a napkin in her lap.
Martin was so aghast it took him a second to speak. "You did what?"
"That's right. Emma Sims called me from the real estate office. Said she had a nice young lady that needed a place right away, and the cottage was the only thing she could think of."
"But ... that's my house. You can't just let someone move in like that."
"It's not yours till I pass on, Martin. Anyway, we can use the money and there's no sense in letting it set there vacant, is there?"
"Damn!" He dug a spoon into the stew and filled his plate.
"Stop swearing. She's a nurse. Going to work at the new hospital. Has a daughter, too. About twelve or so, I should judge."
"Oh, great. A kid, too. They should have the place wrecked in no time."
"Don't be silly. How much damage can a little girl do? I told Mrs. Clark you'd have the trailer out of the back yard as soon as you could. Best start on it tomorrow."
"When are they moving in?"
"Tonight, I suppose. They're from over in Iowa. She had to go back for some things. I hope she has some curtains. I had to throw the old ones away."
They finished the meal in silence, then Martin did the dishes before joining his mother in front of the television. At exactly ten o'clock, as every night, Mother Martin pecked him on the cheek and went to her room. Martin stayed up for the news, but he was too rattled over his house being rented to go right to bed. Instead, he turned off the lights and went out into the back yard to sit in the glider under the elm tree.
A newer model car was parked in the cottage driveway, and there were lights showing through the curtainless windows. From where he sat, Martin could see into the living room and the larger of the two bedrooms, where his normally shy wife had once turned into a wildcat whenever he mounted her. The memory made him ache, but he continued to stare in that direction.
Some twenty minutes later, just as Martin had decided he was getting sleepy at last, a brunette appeared in the cottage bedroom wearing what appeared to be a white uniform dress. She came to the window, peered across the lawns at Mother Martin's darkened house, then turned away and began unzipping her dress.
Momentarily unable to believe what he was witnessing, Martin leaned forward and tried to extend his vision farther into the well-lit room.
The woman was raising the dress over her head now, revealing that underneath she had worn at least a bra and slip. She shook out the uniform, hung it up, then pulled the elastic on the slip to drop it and step out of it. When she straightened up, Martin saw that she was wearing white panty hose through which could be seen a dark triangular patch where her pelvis would be.
"Oh, God!" Martin groaned, feeling his prick jump with each heartbeat as it grew to an erection. To be treated to something like this was beyond his wildest dreams.
With the slip put aside, the brunette reached back to undo her bra, then shrugged out of it. When she tossed it aside, her magnificent breasts flopped and slapped together. She rubbed the gigantic cones fondly, stretched, then slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panty hose and began peeling them over her rounded hips and down her shapely legs.
"Ooohhh, Jesus!" With the haste born of need, Martin grabbed for his zipper tab and yanked it down. Since he didn't wear a jock strap except to work, his blood-gorged pecker popped out at once, eager for the firm yet tender caresses of his hand.
In the cottage, the woman was reaching down into something and casually taking out linens for the bed. Totally unaware she was being watched, she shook out a sheet and began making the bed, alternately showing her naked ass and swaying tits to the unseen viewer in the next yard. As she went about the task, she started humming, and the musical notes drifted out into the dark night.
"Damn, baby, show it to me!" Martin panted as he stroked the massive joint poking out of his pants. "Show me everything! I want to see it all! Oh, God! What a fucking body! Huh! Huh!"
When the pillow cases were on, the nurse left the room and Martin ceased his frantic masturbating, hoping anxiously that she would return quickly. His bloated balls were aflame, and the cock in his fist was hot and ready. After what seemed like hours, she came back to the bedroom and stood sideways to him while she brushed out her long tresses.
Eyes fixed on her lush tits, pink nipples, smoothly arched back and protruding buttocks, Martin resumed the furious pounding of his piston, drawing the seething, bubbling semen through his groin. When she leaned over to turn back the covers and he saw the dark wisps of hair that filled the wide space of her crotch, spurts of molten jism fountained out of his jerking pole to splash soundlessly in the grass.
"UH! UH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UH! UH! AAAHHH! AAAHHH!"
The muffled grunts in the otherwise quiet night seemed to startle the gorgeous brunette, for while he was still gaping at her and beating the last drops of cum from his swollen member, she hastily reached for the light switch and turned it off. He was disappointed, but kept milking his softening tool until it was dry, then stuffed it back into his pants before making his way back to the house.
On his bed, naked atop the covers, Martin found it impossible to get the woman out of his mind. Had she been doing it deliberately, she couldn't have excited him more. Without touching, she had aroused him to a point he had thought unattainable at his age, and the realization made him happier than he had been in a long time.
There was something else, too, that hadn't escaped him. If the mother looked like that, what would the daughter be like?
With those prospects in mind, the renting of the cottage didn't seem such a bad idea at all. Not at all.
CHAPTER TWO
Martin awoke with a hard-on, showered and shaved with a hard-on, dressed with a hard-on, and ate breakfast with a hard-on. The double jock held his rigid dick close to his belly, but he was still uncomfortable when he went to the car and hoped it would go down before he arrived at school.
There was no sign of activity at the cottage, even though he let the engine warm up longer than usual and kept looking in that direction expectantly. When he could wait no longer, he clucked his tongue, shook his head, and backed out to the street.
Students were already milling about on the school grounds when he arrived. He parked beneath a huge Cottonwood in the faculty lot, then entered the building and clocked in. Several teachers scurrying about in the hallways said good morning as he made the first rounds of the day, checking for any possible break-ins during the night. There were none, and by the time the starting bell rang, he had posted himself by the main entrance.
"Good morning, Martin. Oh, excuse me." Helen Adams, passing in front of him, faked being pushed and rubbed the back of her hand across his cock. Then she winked at him, laughed, and went on.
Martin crossed his hands in front of his pelvis to protect himself, silently swearing at the precocious youngster, then calmly kept on inspecting the entering children for any suspicious bulges or packages, even though he knew it was a useless duty. All types of things were smuggled in every day, including pot, pills and porno material.
When the first period began, Martin headed for the teacher's lounge and a hot cup of coffee. He was about to push the door open when he saw a woman coming down the hall with a young girl in tow. There could be no mistake. It was his new neighbor. He paused and waited for them to come closer so he could get a better look at the face that topped such a terrific figure.
"Excuse me," the brunette said, smiling warmly. "Could you tell me where the registration office is?"
Her face matched her figure, pretty, with wide green eyes. She was wearing a tight blue sweater that magnified her full tits, and skin-hugging slacks that showed the outline of her cunt. The daughter was equally attractive, though not developed. But the bare legs beneath the short skirt were well-formed, and she had a pert little ass.
"The fifth door down on your right, ma'am," Martin replied, his dick swelling as he recalled what the woman had looked like nude. "Ask for Mrs. Vickers."
"Thank you. Come on, Tina. Let's get this over with."
He turned to watch them go down the hall, their buns hobbling like ripe melons, and his lengthening cock inched up to his belt. He had wanted to tell them who he was, but didn't know how to tell them how he knew who they were. He couldn't very well say he had spied on her through the window last night. Taking a deep breath, he went into the lounge.
Shortly after ten, as he was making his rounds around the outside of the building, he heard someone shouting for him.
"MR. MARTIN! GUARD! GUARD, COME QUICK!"
At the far end of the school Mrs. Stiles, a math teacher, was excitedly waving at him. He broke into a trot and hurried over. The white-haired instructor was pointing agitatedly at a recessed doorway, her face a mask of fright.
"It's the Yates girl, Martin! She must have fallen down the steps!"
Martin looked and saw the limp form of a tall red-haired girl lying head down at the foot of the short concrete stairs, her legs splayed out on the steps. Her skirt was twisted up around her waist, and her limbs were all askew. But when Martin moved over to examine the girl, he was distracted from all that.
She was wearing flame red bikini panties fringed with white lace that had an opening, also fringed, running through her crotch. Through the slit he could see tufts of rust-colored pubic hair and the salmon-pink chasm of her pussy. When he knelt next to her, he could smell the distinct aroma of cunt wafting up to his nostrils.
"What should we do?" Mrs. Stiles whined, wringing her hands.
"Go call an ambulance," he said sternly. "And bring me a blanket. I don't want to move her."
"Of course." The elderly woman scurried off, making little simpering noises as she ran.
Feeling the girl's pulse, Martin found it strong but very erratic. He had a good idea she was on some type of drugs. She had been a trouble maker all year, one of those who had felt his prick, and rumor had it that she was screwing teachers and students alike. Now she was out cold, with her barely covered twat staring him right in the face.
He glanced around to make sure there were no spectators, then reached down to separate the slit in the girl's panties. Her cuntal cleft was shiny slick, the vulval lips parted but the labia glued together by vaginal mucous. He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue, shivered, then pried apart the petal-like inner folds to get a good look at her dewy cunt hole.
The temptation was too great. It had been too long since he had seen and touched a luscious twat. The sight and smell of a tender, syrupy snatch was causing his pulse to race and his hands to shake, and his prick was thumping achingly to another hard-on.
He hesitated only briefly, then inserted his index finger in the girl's milk-oiled vagina, feeling the hot fleshy tissues clamp around his digit as he pressed it in to the last knuckle.
Withdrawing his finger quickly, he stuck it in his mouth to suck the creamy fluid off, then stabbed it in again to wet it with cuntal juice. Her steamy, slimy tunnel felt good, and was so deep he couldn't reach her womb. Once more he popped the dripping finger into his mouth to savor the heady taste of cunt before he heard the returning footsteps of Mrs. Stiles.
"Is she all right?" the woman asked breathlessly as she handed him the blanket. "She won't die, will she?"
"No, I don't think so," he replied, the heavenly taste of puss still in his mouth as he reluctantly covered the girl.
A crowd had gathered by the time the ambulance arrived, but when it left with the Yates girl, Martin had no trouble in dispersing the gawkers. He suggested that Mrs. Stiles go home, then went to the lounge for his lunch break. He found Miss Hanson there, seated at a table and twisting a steaming mug of coffee in her hands. She looked up and gave him a wan smile.
"Hello, Martin. Will Yates be okay?"
"Yeah, but I don't think the little hop-head will be back for a while." He got a sandwich from the machine, poured himself a cup of coffee, then stepped over to join the well-built but rather homely teacher.
"I guess I should apologize for yesterday. All I can say is that that little scuffle shook me up."
"I don't blame you. These girls can get pretty rough sometimes."
"So I'm beginning to find out." She looked away, then turned back. "Martin, is it true what I've overheard from the girls?"
"I don't know. What did you hear?"
"Well, that, uhhh, they get you excited on purpose. That you ... I don't know how to say this ... usually have an erection when you're here at school."
He felt the color creeping up his neck as he lowered his eyes and bit into the sandwich. Were they really talking about him like that? Did everybody know about his near perpetual hard-on? Damn! That could mean big trouble!
"That's quite an accusation. How am I supposed to answer it?"
"Please don't be mad. I didn't say it was true, only what I heard. Goodness, I could certainly understand it, the way some of them dress and behave. And I don't suppose I made things any better by dragging you into their shower, did I?"
Martin shrugged, feigning indifference. "Well, it was kind of embarrassing, but I lived through it. Just remember I didn't touch any of them, if anyone should ask."
"I know." She sighed heavily and put her cup down. "Can I tell you something? Several of the girls have already propositioned me. And they weren't bashful about it either."
"I'll be damned. Why didn't you turn them in?"
"And face a scandal? No way. Not me. They could twist the truth around and make me look like a lesbian. I can't take that chance."
He looked at her left hand. "Not even engaged, huh?"
"No. And don't ask me why. One look at my face should give you the answer. You're not married either, are you?"
"Huh uh. Divorced."
The woman was silent for a bit while Martin chewed and sipped on his coffee, then she rose abruptly, her hands clenching and unclenching nervously on her empty mug.
"Look, Martin, I don't care whether what I heard was a fact or not, but I do want you to know what I'm very lonely. If you should have troubles like that, please come and see me. In my office. I'd ... do the best I could to make things easier for you."
Before he could think of anything to say, she had put her mug in the sink and dashed out the door. He blinked a few times, looked around the empty room with awe, then crumpled the sandwich wrappings and lit a cigarette.
She had made him an offer, there was no doubt about that. But what kind of an offer? Did it mean she would fuck him, or suck him, or jack him off, or what? What could they get away with in her tiny office behind the gym? Did she really want his cock, or just want to talk it out? It didn't make sense.
When he was finished, he strolled outside to sit in the quiet of his car for a while. Off to his left, Miss Hanson was leading a class out to the playground with a volley ball under her arm and a whistle dangling from her neck. Lighting another cigarette, he leaned back to watch.
He liked to watch the girl's gym classes.-The school permitted "comfortable attire" for gym periods, which meant the girls wore as little as possible. Usually, they had on skimpy halters over their budding breasts and shorts so tight they creased in their cuntal and ass cracks.
The game had just started, and nearly naked young bodies were dancing around in the sunlight when Martin unzipped his fly, pushing his dual jocks aside, and extracted his dick. The teachers rarely came to their cars, so he was safe. While he watched the girl's ass buns bobble and their bare legs flash, he caressed the silken knob of his prick until it was standing up stiffly.
Looking at the leaping, cavorting young twists, he thought of the day before and the bevy of ass, cunts and tits that had been revealed to him. His dick quivered. Then he let his mind drift back to last night, and the naked beauty next door that had unwittingly provided him with a private peep show. A shimmering droplet of pre-cum appeared in his pee slit.
He flipped his cigarette away and lifted his index finger to his nose, smelling the tangy odor of the Yates girl's pussy that still clung there. It was good. Real good!
Reaching for his handkerchief, he opened it and draped it over his extended organ like a shroud. Then, still sniffing his aromatic finger, he began stroking his swollen, throbbing tool slowly and deliberately.
The jism was already flowing out from his balls, thick and lava-like, into his seminal tubes. Selecting one of the more buxom girls on the playground, he fixed his smoky, lustful gaze on her while the fist wrapped around his distended pole picked up speed.
"Oh, Jesus! Oh, damn! Fuck! Fuck! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh, fuck, you little whore! Let me put my prick in you and fuck you out of your mind! Huh! Huh! Huh! Aaahhh!"
The fragrance in his nostrils was exciting. He wished now he had bent down over the redhead and licked her twat with his tongue. He wanted to lick a pussy. Any pussy! Stick his tongue up a creamy vagina and ream it, drinking the sweet juice that flowed out of the hole!
Helen! Miss Hanson! The Yates girl! The nurse! Any cunt! Any sopping, squishy, dripping pussy!
A rapturous shudder passed through him, then his legs and back stiffened as the scalding river of sperm poured into his prick and spewed out the end. Each spurting jet jolted him, then the fountain slowed to a trickle and stopped. He filled his lungs, exhaled, then went limp until the frenzied tremors ceased.
When the ecstasy had passed, he carefully wiped off his rod with the hanky and pushed the soaked cloth under the seat. It took a few seconds to put his flaccid pecker away, then he went back to the building, temporarily relaxed and relieved.
After work, he bypassed his usual stop at the tavern and went directly home, hell-bent on making himself known to his new neighbor and her daughter. No more jacking off today. He might need that cum later. A quick shower, a change of clothes, his tool box, then he was on his way to the trailer parked fifty yards behind the cottage. Though there was no car in the drive, he felt sure the nurse would be home shortly.
The trailer had once been his dream, but it had been neglected for years. He had bought the twenty-five foot unit second-hand while he was still married, intending on remodeling it into a secure love nest that he and his wife could use on the week-ends to get away from Mother Martin. But when he had it partly finished, the blow-up came, and there was no longer any need for it.
Now it was jacked up, the wheels off, and most of the inside a mass of clutter. The only part he had completed was the back bedroom. The bed had a new mattress, there was deep pile carpeting on the floor, the walls were all concealed with lined red drapes, and on the ceiling above the bed was a gigantic mirror.
He unlocked the door and went inside, feeling an ache in his chest, and sniffed the musty air.
Tools, hardware, a roll of carpeting and cans of varnish were scattered about. He sat on the couch and glanced around, wondering whether he should finish it up or sell it the way it was.
"Hi. Can I come in?" The nurse's daughter was standing outside the open door, peering in.
"Sure. Watch your step."
The girl was clad in short shorts, a sleeveless blouse, and sandals, and when she lifted a leg to climb in, the shorts sucked into the crease of her pussy. She tugged them down when she was inside, then cocked her head and looked at him strangely.
"Hey, aren't you the guy at school? The guard?"
"That's right."
"Well, what are you doing here? I thought this was the Martin's trailer."
"It is. I'm Martin." He was trying not to stare at the protruding mound her pussy made, but it was difficult.
"You are? Oh, yeah. The kids said your name was Martin, but I thought that was your first name. What is your first name?"
"Just call me Martin. Everybody does."
"Oh, okay. My name's Tina. Tina Clark."
"I'm glad to meet you. How did you like school?"
"It's okay." She glanced around at the interior of the trailer. "Jeez, this is super. Are you fixing it up?"
"I was going to, but now I don't know. Is your mother home?"
"Huh uh. She has to work the three to eleven until she learns her way around." Tina stepped over and sat next to him. "I sure wish my mom had this. Then we could go camping and stuff."
Martin's mouth went dry as he inhaled the fresh scent of her youthful body, and a tingling began in his balls. All of his senses seemed so keen, and he wanted desperately to reach out and caress her smooth, lithe thighs.
"I might sell it. Want to see the rest?"
"Gosh, yes!" She jumped up. "Has it got a real bathroom?"
"Sure. Right down the hall."
After she had marveled over the tiny bath and shower, he slid back the door of the bedroom and led the way in. Her eyes bugged when she saw the full size bed and the blood-red drapes on the walls. Then she sucked in her breath and clutched at her throat when she noticed the massive mirror attached to the ceiling.
"My gosh! What's that for? I've never seen anything like it!"
He chuckled. "I don't suppose you have. It was just a crazy idea of mine. It's fun to look at yourself that way. Why don't you try it?"
She looked up at the mirror with uncertainty. "I don't think I ... well, okay."
His cock was becoming hard as he watched her clamber up onto the red and roll over on her back, so he crossed his hands in front of him. Then she threw her arms out wide and drew her knees up, and under the leg band of her shorts he could see the crease between her thigh and pussy, and his dick leaped of its own accord.
"Jeez, this is really cool, but I don't get why you'd want to look at yourself in bed. I mean, you're sleeping most of the time anyway."
"That's true. It doesn't make much sense, does it?"
"I still like it."
Tina raised her legs and straightened them, pointing her toes at the mirror, and the shorts crept back into the crevices of her cunt and ass. The outline of her genitals and butt were plain, from her pelvis to her spine. Then she spread her legs wide, in a perfect position for mounting.
Raw lust was blacking out every other thought in Martin's brain. He could almost smell the musky incense of her twat and taste the savory nectar from her girlish vagina. His heart was hammering in his chest, and there was a ringing in his ears.
"Boy, I bet my mom'd go ape over this."
"You think so? Well, I'll show it to her sometime. You could sleep out here if you'd like, until I get it ready."
She dropped her legs and sat up quickly, her eyes bright and sparkling. "Could I? Could I really? Oh, wow! That'd be simply super!"
"You'll have to ask your mother first, though. Seen enough?"
"Yeah. Darn, I wish I could sleep here tonight."
As she began sliding off the bed, Martin dropped his hands to his side and turned to step into the hall. In his passionate yearning, he had forgotten that his cock was hard and poking his pants out in front of him, so he was surprised when Tina spoke his name, and he turned back.
"Yes?"
She indicated the bulge in his pants with her eyes. "What's that?"
He didn't need to look. He knew what she was referring to. "It's, ahhh, nothing, honey. Just pretend it isn't there. I think it's about time for you to go home."
What the hell is the matter with me? Why am I so goddamn uptight? I want her to know what it is! I want her to see it, and touch it! I want her to know what my big prick looks like! Why am I so fucking afraid?
Tina folded her hands in her lap, but made no effort to get off the bed. "I heard some things about you at school, today. I didn't know what they were talking about. Is that what it is?"
Martin groped for an answer, but couldn't think of anything except, "Is that what what is?"
"Your thing. The kids said your thing is hard all the time. Is that it? Is that what gets hard?"
He cleared his throat and put his hands in his pockets to try and conceal his erection. "Tina, this isn't something you discuss with strangers. It'd be best if you went back to the house and forgot about it."
"But why? You're not a stranger. You're a guard at my school, and you're our landlord. Why don't you want to tell me?"
"Because, well, it isn't something little girls talk about."
"But I can see it! Why won't you just tell me if that's what the kids were telling me about?"
He wiped a hand across his face in frustration. "All right. It is. Now are you satisfied?"
Her eyes were flicking back and forth between his face and the bulge. "Could ... could I touch it? A couple of kids said they felt it at school. Can I?"
The urge to let her was nearly overpowering, but not quite. He was reasonably sure that if she put her tiny hand on his rock-hard piston, he would ejaculate all over the place. Then too, if he let her, she would probably spread the word to her mother and the students at school, and he would really be in hot water.
"I don't think that would be a good idea, Tina. Let's go, now. I'm going home and have a beer."
"Oh, please?" she pleaded. "Nobody'd know. I wouldn't tell. Honest! I just want to touch it once. Can't I? Pretty please?"
It occurred to Martin that whether he let her feel it or not, the damage had been done. She could swear that they had been alone in the trailer, and that he had a hard-on. That would be all that most people would need to convince them he had tried to seduce her, no matter what he said in defense. If it was going to happen, he might as well get something out of it.
"All right. But just once, and that's all. Then we both go home. Agreed?"
"Yes." Getting to her feet, Tina moved toward him slowly, her hand moving out cautiously. Never taking her eyes from the pulsing mound at his fly, she extended her arm and curled her small fingers around his tremendous joint, then gradually tightened her grip. "Oh, gosh! Wow! It's so hard! Is it really like that all the time, like the kids said?"
Martin had temporarily lost his voice. The pressure of her fist on his cock had ignited a flood of jism, just as he knew it would, and his knees felt rubbery. Almost unconsciously, he started rocking back and forth, pushing his dick through her clenched, child-like fist.
"No, honey! It's not like...! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh, God! You shouldn't have done this! Huh! Huh! Hhhuuuhhh!"
Putting his hands on her small waist, he bent down to kiss the side of her neck while he moved closer to push the bulbous knob of his tool against her belly. She wasn't moving her hand, but he was humping at it, each thrust harder as the hot, bubbling cum coarsed swiftly toward the base of his pecker.
"Is something wrong, Martin?" she asked fearfully. "Do you want me to let go? I will if you want. What's the matter?"
"No! Don't ... let ... go! Just ... hold ... on ... tight ... and ... let ... me...! Hhhuuuhhh! Aaaggghhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Ooohhh, Tttiiinnnaaa! Aaahhh! AAAHHH! UH! UH! UH! UH!"
Sperm squirted from his jerking pole against his pants and splashed back onto his shaft and scrotum. He nuzzled his face into her neck while thrilling vibrant shocks fanned out from his loins into every part of his body. When it was over, he moved back and straightened up, looking at her with passion-dulled eyes.
"Thank you, Tina. That was beautiful."
"But ... but what did I do? You look so funny, and ... OH, GOD! YOU'RE ALL WET IN FRONT!"
CHAPTER THREE
Tina released his softening shaft and backed down the hall, her eyes filled with wonder and apprehension. Clearly, she had no idea what had happened, and that ignorance frightened her. She was poised to run like a startled deer, and chewed her lower lip nervously.
"It's all right, honey," Martin said soothingly. "Don't be alarmed. Go sit down while I try and find another pair of pants. I'll be with you in a minute."
"I really should go," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
"No, wait for me. I'll take you home for dinner. Then you won't have to cook for yourself." Not waiting for a reply, he opened the closet door and found a pair of work pants he had left there. Out of sight of the girl, he took off his soaked trousers and shorts, tossing them on the floor. He was stepping into the dry pants when he glanced up and saw Tina standing in the doorway, her gaze riveted on his genitals.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she mumbled weakly. "I just wanted to ask if I could use the bathroom."
Martin hastily yanked the pants up and zipped them, certain she had deliberately wanted to see his cock. "No, I'm afraid not. There's no water in the bank. You'll have to wait till we get to the house."
He was surprised that she showed such little reaction to his dangling joint and testicles, as it was obvious she had never laid eyes on anything like them before, but he let it pass without comment. When he had put his belt on, he followed her to the front of the trailer.
"Are you sure your mother won't mind?"
"Of course not." He stepped outside and helped her down. Still holding her waist, he said, "You won't say anything about what happened, will you? It would be hard to explain."
"No." She twisted away and started across the lawn. "Can we hurry? I really do have to go potty."
"Sure."
Mother Martin was in the kitchen preparing dinner when-they entered. She greeted Tina cheerfully, then Martin directed the girl to the bathroom. When she left, Martin told his mother she was going to eat with them, and began getting out another place setting.
"She's very cute, isn't she, Martin? A lot like her mother. Have you met her yet?"
"Not exactly. I saw her at school today."
"She's divorced. Might be a good idea if you got to know her. A nurse would make a good wife."
"Knock it off, Mom. I'm not in the market."
During dinner, they learned that Tina's mother was thirty-three, had been divorced four years, and wasn't dating any man in particular. Tina was twelve, missed her father, and wanted to be a nurse. Martin related that he was retired from the Navy, had been a security guard for the school district for three years, and couldn't make up his mind whether to sell the trailer or keep it.
"Of course, you'll keep it," Mother Martin said. "It'd be senseless to waste all the time you've put in on it."
"It sure is neat," Tina said.
"I wouldn't know. I've never been inside it. Trailers are too cramped for me."
They all did the dishes, and since it was still light outside, Martin announced he was going to do some work on the trailer. Tina asked if she could help, and he agreed. They left Mother Martin to her television and crossed back across the yards.
"Why does everybody call your mom Mother Martin?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Guess 'cause she's lived here all her life. Practically everyone in town knows her."
"Oh. How come everybody calls you Martin? Even your mom?"
"Because I can't stand my other names. Is there anything else you want to know?"
"Yeah. What happened when I held your thing? How come you got all wet like you did? Did you pee?"
"No." His tone was gruff. "Hasn't your mother talked to you about sex yet?"
"Huh uh. She told me I should just ask whenever I had any questions."
"Well, ask her, then. No, on second thought don't." He had almost made a bad mistake, and it rattled him. Christ! If she went to her mother with a question like that, there would be hell to pay. They had reached the trailer, and he was opening the door. "I'll tell you some other time."
"No, tell me now," she said when he lifted her up. "I'm not too dumb to understand."
He climbed in, closed the door, then leaned against the counter. She was too persistent to put off, and if he wanted to avoid trouble, he would have to play it very carefully.
"Okay, Tina. Men have a substance in their body called sperm. It's the seed that makes babies.
Under certain conditions it comes out. That's what happened when you ... held me."
"You mean it comes out of your thing?" she asked, pointing at his fly. "I mean, like, is it the same thing as peeing?"
"Something like it. Now are you satisfied?"
"Huh uh. I still don't get it. How come it just comes out like that? Is it like pee, or is it...?"
"Hold it, hold it," he interrupted her. "You're not here to get a lecture on sex. I've got to straighten this place up. If you want to stay, just keep still and stay out of the way."
She seemed crestfallen, but he was determined not to go too far. What he had already done was bad enough, and he wasn't about to risk any more. Prison was one place he didn't want to visit. When he began putting things in order, Tina waltzed down the hall toward the bedroom. The bathroom door came ajar and closed off the view toward the back of the trailer, for which Martin was grateful.
He cleaned up the living room and kitchen, stacking what he could still use in a corner and throwing all the scraps outside. It took better than half an hour, but when he was through, it looked much neater. After wiping the perspiration from his face, he went back to get Tina.
When he closed the bathroom door and saw the girl, his legs nearly buckled and his throat constricted. She was laying on her back on the bed with her upper torso bare, fondling with both hands the tiny mounds that were threatening to blossom into breasts, and staring intently at her reflection in the ceiling mirror. When she heard him enter, the girl raised her head and looked at him forlornly.
"I don't think I'll ever have any boobies, Martin. Jeez. All the kids at school have more than I do. I don't think that's fair. I'm almost as old as they are."
Martin didn't know what to say. There was a violent churning in his loins as he gaped at Tina's dime-size nipple-buds that tipped the soft alabaster hillocks that were really not breasts at all. Peripherally, he saw that her shorts had once again sucked into the cleft in her crotch and were plastered tight against her vulval lips, leaving little to the imagination.
"Tina, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he managed to say at last. "You know you shouldn't take your clothes off like that."
She laid back, pulling her knees up, her hands still caressing her nearly flat chest. "Why not? There's nothing to see. I haven't got any more than a boy does. Darn it, anyway. It makes me so mad. That mirror sure shows how little I am, doesn't it?"
He walked around the bed, picked up her blouse and skimpy training bra from the floor, then sat down next to her-He felt sorry for the girl, but more than that he was concerned with his own neck. "Look, Tina. Put these back on. You could get me in a lot of trouble doing this. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"No. But tell me how I can make 'em bigger. Tell me how I can be like the other kids. I really mean it. I just hate being like this. It's no fun when you don't have anything."
Martin coughed and put her things on the bed. The whole thing was becoming impossible, and he was far out of his depth. Never having had children, he hadn't the slightest idea how to handle this young nymph that was innocently arousing him to a state that could be dangerous. Nothing had prepared him for it, and he was at a loss.
"I guess the best thing is just what you're doing. If you massage them enough, they'll grow. At least, that's what I've heard."
"Me too, but it doesn't work," she said sadly. "I've been trying for, gosh, at least five months, and nothing's happened. Look at 'em. Nothing."
"Do you let boys do it? It might make a difference."
Tina sighed soulfully. "What boys? Who'd want to mess around with a girl that doesn't have anything." She stared at the mirror for a moment, then her face brightened and she turned her head toward him. "Martin, would you? Would you massage 'em for me? Maybe it'd be different if you did it. Could we at least try it? Please?"
He had to clasp his knees with both hands to quell the shaking in his limbs. This was unbelievable! After all the times he had dreamed about squeezing and sucking small, virgin tits, beating his meat while he thought of tender young nipples in his mouth, now Tina was pleading with him to do exactly that! He shook his head. It wasn't happening! It couldn't be!
"Tina, you don't know what you're saying. Surely you know that no decent girl would ever ask anything like that. You're making too much out of something that's not really that important."
She reached out to grab his bicep. "No, I'm not. Kids my age talk about it all the time, and it is important. I don't know anybody else to ask, Martin. Honest. Jeez, it can't hurt anything, can it?"
Baby, you may not know it, but you're playing with fire! Christ, I'd love to feel those little titties and suck on them! But I wouldn't stop there! I couldn't! My fucking dick is already so damn hard it aches! You don't know what you're doing to me!
The sun was going down, and the rays were turning a golden red. The girl's hand was trembling on his arm, but he didn't know whether it was from anxiety or excitement. His palms were clammy, and sweat was dripping from his armpits. To be so close, so damned close! It was sheer agony!
"Please, Martin," she murmured. "I want to try it. I've never had anybody touch me on my breasts before. Just once?"
"All right." The words rasped out of his throat as he twisted around to face her. A faint smile was playing on her lips as she put her arms behind her head and arched her chest out.
Martin wiped his palms on his pants, then leaned over the half-nude child. Placing his open hands on her ribcage, he began gently tweaking both of her button-like nipples, rubbing the rubbery nodes between his thumb and forefinger. He couldn't be sure, but he thought they hardened under his touch.
"That feels good," she whispered. "Uuummm. It kinda tickles, you know? Makes me feel real funny. Gosh. It's so much different when you do it. Uuummm."
His rock-hard dick was dancing beneath his fly, and his bloated balls were drawing up into his crotch. Unable to look her in the eye, he stared at the creamy flesh of her near-tits as he cupped them and started kneading them tenderly. His huge hands covered the girlish protrusions completely.
"Someday, you may not want them to be so big."
"Oh, yes I will. I want to be like my mom. I want to have big ones that push way out. That's what the guys like. All they look at is titties. Ooohhh. This is neat, Martin. It's really super."
When she closed her eyes in a state of apparent bliss, he climbed up on the bed and shifted around until he was straddling her bare legs. Her erect nipples were pushing into the palms of his hands, fueling the lascivious lust burning within him. He bent over her, resting on his elbows, and while he continued to massage one tit, he took the other nipple between his lips and began to suck lovingly.
"Oh, Martin! Wow! I didn't expect you to do that! Jeez! That's the way babies eat, isn't it? Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Gosh, I can feel that all the way down to my toes! Ooohhh! Uuuhhh!"
His lips were smacking noisily as he sucked on her tit and rolled the nipple around with his tongue. The stiff prick jutting out under his belly was leaping with urgency, and he had already wet his fly with pre-cum. Dropping the nipple, he slipped his hands beneath her and started kissing her all over her chest, brushing his lips over the smooth skin of her throat, then working his way down to her stomach.
"Gosh, Martin! Oh, wow! I didn't know it would be like this! I feel real strange! Uuuhhh! What do they taste like? Does anything come out? Ooohhh! Martin! It's making me feel real queer!
Hhhuuuhhh! Kiss me some more! Do what you did before! Oh, criminy! Martin! Uuuhhh!"
Reaching back, Martin pulled his zipper down and felt his throbbing cock pop out. Then he pushed her naked legs together, stretched out toward the foot of the bed, and lowered himself until the giant knob of his member was rubbing the crease between her calves.
"Oh, hey!" Tina squealed. "Is that your thing? Wow! Is it ever hot! Jeepers! It's so smooth! Why did you take it out? Oh, God! I've never felt like this! Martin!"
When he moved his mouth up and resumed sucking on her tit, she placed her hands on his head and mashed his face against her. Then she parted her legs and clamped his organ between her silky calves.
"Wow! It's hard, just like before! Martin, I'm going outta my mind! Honest! I feel all dizzy and squishy! What's happening to me? How come you're so hard? Oh, God! Ooohhh!"
Martin lowered himself further until their bodies were pressed tightly together. With her cuntal mound pushing into his stomach, he began sawing his cock back and forth between her legs, hammering his cockhead against the mattress. The soft skin squeezing his tool was nearly like a cunt, and the heat of her pliant young body was thrilling.
"What are you doing? Martin! Why are you doing that? Oh, Jeez! It's too much! Uuuhhh! Ooohhh! Tell me! What are you doing? Oh, God! I like your mouth on me like that! Hhhuuuhhh!"
His mind was reeling as he moved his mouth to her other nipple and hugged her close. The clean, fresh smell of her body was intoxicating, fanning the flames of his torrid lust. All the dreams, all the fantasies, were now reality. He had a virgin nipple in his mouth, and his straining pecker was rubbing against virgin skin.
"Mar ... tin! Ooohhh, gosh! No more! I'm going ape! I feel real weird down there by my tummy! Don't! Oh, God, no more! I can't stand it! I feel like I'm gonna pass out! Don't! Oh, jeez! Hhhuuuhhh! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh!"
The pressure in his groin was becoming too much. The warm flesh gliding on his dick was wonderful, but not enough. He had to have more friction on his pecker if he was going to excite the torrent of turgid cum through his pelvis. He was tempted to jack off, but that would be foolish with a nearly naked girl beneath him. Have her suck him? No. That would scare her to death. Fuck her pussy? Impossible. Her ass? Never.
"Martin! No! Oh, please don't!"
"Take it easy," he grumbled, sliding his hands under her shoulders and kissing her forehead and eyelids. "Easy, now. It won't hurt. I promise. I'm not going to put it in. Relax. You're all right. Just lay still."
He could feel the puffy bulge of her snatch against the side of his joint as he started pushing it in and out between her panties and soft tummy. The shorts were just tight enough to make it fit snugly, just enough to provide the right amount of friction. Almost at once his waiting wad of cum was racing through the tubes toward his piston.
"Ooohhh, no!" Tina began squirming under him, trying to get away, but adding to his pleasure. "No! It's so big! And so hard! Martin! Please don't! What are you doing? Ooohhh! I'm scared!"
Martin was hunching forcefully now, cramming his organ into the tight space, feeling her velvety skin with the sensitive underside of his cockhead, and the slippery nylon of her panties with the top of his member. Droplets of pere-cum wet the track his pecker was making, oiling it.
"Baby! Oh, baby! You're so good! You're so warm, and nice to feel! Jesus! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, damn! Huh! Huh! Oh, Tina! You're so fragile and lovely! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
"Is that all you're going to do? I won't be scared if it is. It does feel good. I don't mind. Will you kiss me? Kiss me on the lips? Ooohhh, Martin! God! I really am wetting my pants! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
He kissed her passionately, sucking her tongue into his mouth and twining it with his. She responded by wrapping her arms around him and clawing at his back, arching up to press her naked chest against his.
"MARTIN! YOU'RE SQUIRTING! YOU'RE SQUIRTING STUFF ALL OVER ME! OH, GOD! IT'S HOT! MARTIN! OOOHHH! OOOHHH! OOOHHH!"
When globs of jism began jetting from his jerking pole, he stopped pumping, feeling the thick sticky fluid wash over his rod and her belly. Tremors of giddy delight tingled his nerves with each spurt. Then he slumped against her, sucking air into his tortured lungs.
"Is it over, Martin?" Tina asked quietly. "Is that what you wanted to do to me? Are you through?"
Martin raised up weakly and nodded. "Yes, honey. That's all. I ... didn't mean to do that, but I couldn't help myself. I know you can't understand that, but it's true."
She looked into his eyes serenely. "It's all right. You didn't hurt me. I'm just all wet, is all. Could you get off, now?"
"Sure." He pulled his wilting organ from beneath her shorts then rolled over and got off the bed. "Wait a minute, and I'll give you something to dry off with. I think there's a towel in the bathroom."
"Never mind. I'll have to go home and change anyway. It can't get any worse." Cautiously sliding across the bed, Tina stood up and slipped into her blouse. Then she wadded her tiny bra up into a ball and held it. "Your thing. It's real small now. How come?"
"That's what happens after I get my ... after I do what I did." He slipped his soft cock back in his pants and zipped up. "Are you sure you don't want to wipe off?"
Tina shook her head. "I'll go now. Mom usually calls me during her lunch break. Are you going too?"
"Yes. This is still just between us, isn't it? I mean, you won't tell anyone about what we did, will you?"
"No. I honestly still don't really know what happened. I'd like it if you'd explain it to me."
"Maybe tomorrow. I'll be out here after school. You do want to come back, don't you?"
"Uh huh. A lot. I liked feeling the way I did when you ... were on top of me. But I gotta go now." v
"Okay." Martin led the way, helped her out, then kissed her lightly on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."
"Right. 'Bye, now."
After locking the door, Martin sauntered back to the house, head down and hands deep in his pockets. The experience had been overwhelming, but he still had doubts about it. Or maybe fear was a better word. A man his age had no business messing around with a twelve year old girl, and if he was ever found out, he could kiss everything good-bye.
He spoke to his mother in the living room then went to get his robe and take a shower. Standing under the pelting water, he thought of how close he had come to actually fucking Tina, and it almost unnerved him. Why was he like that? Why did he have this ridiculous passion for little girls? Was it his job, or something deeper than that?
Still in his robe, he went out to watch TV for a while, but it didn't help. All he could think of was the supple young body that had laid under him and the hard nipples he had caressed with his mouth. His cock became rigid and stayed that way, but he was able to conceal it until Mother Martin went to bed.
It wasn't until the newscast was over that he remembered the nurse, Tina's mother, and the uncovered window. A chance to view that spectacle again was too inviting to pass up. Putting out the lights, he went out to the glider and waited. Soon the brunette pulled in and went into the cottage.
Martin opened his robe, curled a fist around his erection, then stroked it patiently while he trained his gaze on the window of the large bedroom across the way. She evidently had things to do, because it was nearly a half hour later that the bedroom light came on. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she still hadn't put up curtains or drapes.
The ritual of the night before was followed almost exactly. She peeled off her uniform, slip, then bra and panties. Since the bed was already made, she went directly to the dresser and began brushing out her hair.
The sight of her naked body, furry pussy and pointed tits had the same effect on him, even though he had blown off only hours before. His jaw hung slack as he gaped at the pink-tipped swaying tits, the magnificently rounded ass, and the dark vee of wool that hid her juicy love nest.
His fist was pumping jerkily on his shaft, sliding the skin up and down as he writhed and twisted on the glider. What he wouldn't give to lay down between those gleaming white thighs and slosh his tongue around in her milky furrow. He would make her cum again and again, until she begged him to stop. Then he would roll over on his back and she would mount him, putting her red lips over his blood-gorged cock, and sucking him greedily, taking it deep in her throat until he spewed a geyser of cum into her mouth.
A stream of semen poured out of his cockhead onto the ground, white and thick, and his entire body convulsed. His eyelids fluttered, and strangling noises came from deep in his throat. Then it was over, and the sensuous waves of relief passed through him.
"Is that what happened in the trailer?"
Martin's head spun around. Tina was standing there, her eyes sparkling in the faint moonlight, dressed in nothing but a sheer shorty nightgown.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Tina, what the...?"
"You were watching my mom get ready for bed, weren't you? Do you like to look at naked ladies?"
Martin shook the last clinging drops of cum off his cock and closed his robe. The light had gone out in the cottage, and he hoped the woman had gone to bed and wasn't out looking for her daughter. Getting to his feet, he retied his sash and looked down at Tina's glowing face.
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you in bed?"
"I couldn't sleep. I waited till mom checked on me, then I snuck out. I was going to see if you left the trailer open, then I saw you sitting over here. Don't you think my mom has a super figure?"
"Yes, but that hasn't got anything to do with you. Get on home, now. It's too late for you to be up."
The girl's unexpected appearance had shocked him so much he didn't have time to be embarrassed about her seeing him beat off. Now he was afraid someone might see him with the scantily clad youngster, even though the entire neighborhood seemed to be asleep.
"No, it's not. And it's dumb to just lay there and stare at the ceiling. I kept thinking about what we did this afternoon. That was neat, even though you did get me all messed up. I had a look at the stuff you squirted on my tummy. It was real gooey and thick. Almost like cream."
Martin frowned and shook his head with exasperation. "You shouldn't be out here. I'm going to bed, and you'd better do the same. You've got school tomorrow."
"Oh, Martin, please? Come out to the trailer with me? I know I could sleep out there. I'd get up early, and mom wouldn't even know. Please?"
He could make out the dark circles of her nipples under the thin gown, and the gentle curve of her hips. The sheer nearness of her child-like cunt caused him to breath faster, and there was a familiar titillation in his prick and balls.
"No, Tina. It's too much of a chance. Besides, there aren't any lights out there."
"That's okay. Look." She held out a hand and showed him the stub of a large candle and a package of matches. "I didn't think there were any lights. C'mon. I want to look at myself in that mirror again."
There was no doubt in Martin's mind what he wanted to do, but he was still leery. After this afternoon, anything could happen, especially dressed the way they were. It was a big gamble, and one that he wasn't sure he wanted to take.
"I don't have the keys. I'd have to go in the house to get them."
Tina stepped up close and rubbed her pelvis against his thigh, then put a hand out to press it against his semi-soft prick. "All right. I'll wait for you here. Hurry, Martin. I'm getting real jumpy."
She smelled of scented soap. Heat exuded from her pussy against his leg. The pressure of her hand was causing his dick to rise. All of these things combined to torment him into making up his mind.
"Okay. I'll be back in a minute."
When he returned, she took his hand and walked beside him through the carpet of grass toward the trailer. He swiveled his head all the way, alert for anyone that might spot them. When the door was unlocked, he lifted her in and followed her, shutting the door firmly behind him.
"Just a second." A match flared, and Tina lit the candle. "There. Let's go on back."
In the bedroom, the flickering candlelight bounced off the overhead mirror, casting a soft glow. Before Martin had a chance to protest, Tina began pulling her nightie top over her head. She was wearing sheer panties underneath that hid nothing, and he could make out clearly the puffy lips of her twat, separated by a dark slit. When she climbed up on the bed, he could see the deep crevice of her ass.
"This is really cool," Tina said happily, rolling onto her back. "It's a lot more fun when it's dark. Are you going to close the drapes?"
"Oh, yeah." Martin pulled the cords, then stood looking down at her, trying to control the savage hunger that was consuming him. "If you're all set, I'll be going back."
"Oh, no," she said in a hurt tone. "I don't want you to leave. Come up here with me. I want you to do what you did this afternoon. Please?"
"Look, Tina, I...."
"Please? And take off your robe so I can see you."
"I can't, honey. Don't ask me."
"Why not? I've already seen you, and felt you. And I saw the stuff come out of your thing. You can get me wet again. I don't care. Please? Just for a little bit?"
His will power was fading rapidly as he scanned the girl's youthful figure. The mound of her cunny was pronounced under the thin panties, and the idea of licking her there literally made him drool.
His poker had risen to a full erection, and was thumping demandingly under his robe. It didn't seem possible, but he felt as though he could easily cum again with the girl.
He took a deep breath, striving to relax his tense muscles, then began undoing his sash. "I guess a little while wouldn't do any harm. I'll stay until you get sleepy."
"Know what? Remember I said I wet myself? Well, I didn't. I was all gushy down there between my legs, but it wasn't pee. Was it the same stuff that comes out of you?"
"Not exactly. It's a lubricant. A ... a vaginal juice."
When he opened his robe and shrugged it off, Tina's eyes widened for an instant, then narrowed to slits. Her legs began to twitch, and she put her hands on her bare thighs to hold them steady. "You've sure got a lot of hair down there, don't you? Are all guys like that?"
"Most of 'em." He laid down beside her, the shiny knob of his organ against her hip. Then, placing a hand on her chest, he started fondling her small nipples, flicking them back and forth with his fingertips.
"Uuummm, good. Martin, over there in your yard. How come you were squeezing your thing with your hand? Does that make you squirt that stuff?"
"Uh huh. Now, let's get something straight. That 'thing,' as you call it, is a cock. Or a prick. You might as well know its name."
"Oh." She pulled a hand up and closed it around his joint. "And what's that sack that hangs under it?"
"Those are balls. Testicles. Nuts. Haven't you ever heard those words before?"
"Oh, yeah, but I didn't know what they were." She was silent as she toyed with his member and he massaged her titties, then asked, "Martin, how do you make babies? I mean, how does that stuff get into a girl so she can have one?"
Her moving hand was arousing him tremendously, and he wondered if he really could get his gun off again. "A guy puts his cock inside a girl, and shoots sperm into her. The sperm meets an egg, and a baby is started."
"I know that stuff about the sperm and the egg. But I still don't know where a guy puts his cock."
"Do you menstruate?"
"Yes."
"The same place."
"No kidding! But that hole's so small! You couldn't put that big thing in there! It'd never fit!"
"Yes, it would. Girls stretch. It would go in all the way."
"Really? God! I bet it'd hurt like crazy."
"Not at all. Oh, the first time, maybe. But after that, it's terrific."
When she was quiet again, he moved his hand down over her ribs, over her flat belly, then rubbed her pelvis and the beginning swells of her cuntal lips. She whimpered softly, squirmed, and her fingers tightened on his prick. He couldn't tell if she was getting hot, but her reactions indicated she was.
"Would you like to try something different, Tina?"
"I don't know. What?"
"Would you like me to feel your pussy?"
"You mean down between my legs?"
"Uh huh. I could make you feel real good. Even better than this afternoon. Want to try it?"
The girl gulped and lifted a hand to her tits. "I ... I don't know. It's not bad, is it?"
"No. You'd like it. It makes you feel warm and happy. If it doesn't feel good, I'll stop whenever you say. A deal?"
Vibrating tremors were running through her, and she seemed to be having trouble swallowing. Then she let out a long breath and nodded. "I guess it'd be okay. Just be careful. Nobody's ever touched me there before."
"I'll be very gentle."
Martin's senses were soaring as he cautiously began sliding her panties down over her hips. She raised up to help, then he was pushing them down her legs. As soon as they were off, he glided his fingertips lightly over the insides of her thighs, making her tremble and jerk.
"Ooohhh, Martin! Gosh! That tickles! Heel like I'm getting wet again. Could I? I mean, I'm not doing anything."
"You don't have to do anything to get excited, honey. I'm doing it for you. What do you think now?"
Tina lifted a knee and let it fall to the side, baring her crotch to his roving hand. "It's, jeez, wonderful! Uuuhhh! I can feel it in my nipples! No kidding! Ooohhh! Ooohhh!"
Her hand had stopped moving on his cock, but her fingers were clenching and loosening convulsively. He moved his hand up her thigh and slipped it down to feel her firm buttocks where they joined her legs. Then he roamed his thumb over her puffy cuntal lips, completely devoid of hair, while he poked his index finger into the crack of her ass.
"Oh, Martin!" she mewed. "Uuuhhh! I didn't think you were going to touch me there! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
"Do you like it?"
"Yes! Oh, yes!"
"You don't want me to stop?"
"Oh, nnnooo! Nnnooo! Ooohhh, God! I'm starting to feel all funny again! Uuuhhh!"
Covering her pussy with his hand, he pressed it lovingly, then deftly parted the fleshy vulval lips and inserted a finger into her slash. It was hot, and oily with milk. Her tiny clit had just begun to peek out of its sheath, but her orifice was already dilating.
"Martin!" she moaned. "Oh, wow! This is far out! It's too much! Hhhuuuhhh! Hhhuuuhhh! You're making weird things happen in my tummy again! God! It feels soooo goooood!"
Tina was writhing and undulating now, shaking from head to toe. She was panting, and her hand was kneading a tit feverishly. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and her head was rocking from side to side.
"I'll keep doing it, if you'll do something for me."
"Yes! Anything! What?"
"Move your hand up and down on my cock. Jack me off. Make me shoot off. Make my cum squirt out."
"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I want to do it to you! I want to hold it when it shoots! Am I doing it right? Is that the way?"
She was pumping him quickly, moving her small fist from the root to the head of his turgid organ. He helped her by hunching in rhythm, shoving his dick through her hand, and feeling the fist spasms of billowing cum racing through his pelvis.
"That's it, honey! That's it! Jack me off! Oh, baby! My sweet, sweet baby! Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Martin spread the thin inner petals of her twat, placed his thumb on her clit, then inserted the tip of his index finger into her puckered cuntal opening. The sphincter expanded to accept his digit, then closed around it tightly.
"Uuuhhh! You're inside me, Martin! I can feel it! Jeez! Is that where your cock goes? Is that what it feels like?"
"Yes, sweetheart! Almost just like that! Isn't it nice?"
"It's ... fantastic! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Are you going to shoot? Tell me when you are! Oh, jeepers! I've never felt like this! I'm blowing my mind! Uuuhhh! Ooohhh! Uuuhhh!"
He was spearing her pussy with his finger, but not cramming it in all the way. He didn't want to take a chance of breaking her hymen. But his stabbing digit and teasing thumb were getting the job done. Tina was going wild, heaving her hips off the bed and lurching at his hand.
"Feel good, kitten?"
"Uuummm hhhuuummm! Ooohhh! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! Martin! Oh, I love it! I just love it! More! More! I tickle all over down there! It's super! Hhhuuuhhh!"
She was still pounding his dick, her hand flying over the thick, hairy shaft, sucking the jism from his nuts. He hoped he could make her climax at the same time he got his wad off. Her cuntal mucous was flowing heavily now, and he was sure she was nearly ready.
Pelting jets of cum spurted from his tool and sprayed her side and hip. His body went rigid, and while the orgasm was still at its peak, he covered a nipple with his mouth and sucked hungrily, laving the finger-like point with his tonue.
"Mart...! Something's...! No! I'm...! MARTIN! GOD! MY ... HOLE ... IS ... ON ... FIRE! MARTIN! AAAGGGHHH! HHHUUUHHH! I THINK I'M DOING SOMETHING! HHHUUUHHH! GGGAAAHHH! OOOHHH! OH! OH! OH!"
Tina lurched, twisted and flailed, throwing her body and limbs around as though she was having a fit. Her pretty face was contorted, her lips pulled back over her teeth. Then she fell back, gasping for breath, spastic tics tugging at the muscles of her arms and legs.
Martin waited until she calmed down, then eased off the bed to get a towel from the bathroom. He sopped up his semen, wiped her dry, then laid down beside her again, taking her in his arms. "Okay, princess?"
She nodded against his shoulder and whimpered.
"Think you can sleep now?"
"Yes," she whispered, "but I don't want to. I want you to do that to me again. Will you?"
"Not tonight, baby. Remember, you've got to go to school, and I've got to work." It was hard to refuse her, with his still-hard cock pushed against her resilient belly and his balls pressed against her twat.
Tina snuggled closer, mewing, and draped a leg over his. "When, then? Tomorrow? Will you promise me tomorrow?"
"I can't promise, but I'll try."
"Do you love me, Martin?"
"Yes. Very much. Do you love me?"
She pushed back so she could see his face. "A whole bunch. You've made me feel like a woman, instead of just a kid. You know, like I was really somebody. And when you kissed me and touched me ... WOW! That was outta sight."
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Martin, could I look at your ... cock? I mean really look at it? I haven't had a chance before."
"All right, but hurry up. The candle's almost bumed out."
She got to her knees at his side, then squatted back on her haunches and bent down. When he parted his legs, she cupped his scrotum in one hand, and held the base of his dick with the other, peering at it with a look of wonder and awe as though it was a prize she had just been awarded.
"God, it's sure huge. So long, and big around. The end looks kinda like a helmet, doesn't it? Is that little slit the place you pee and shoot out of?"
"Yes, and yes. Haven't you ever seen one before?"
"Only on little babies a couple of times. What do your balls do, anything?"
"That's where the cum is made that makes babies."
"No kidding. Jeez, they're sure heavy. I can't get over all this hair."
He laid motionless while she carefully inspected every minute inch of his genitals, moving his cock from side to side and lifting his balls to see what was under them. Since he was completely out of jism, he could afford to let her amuse herself without getting all hot and bothered. Finally she turned to him, his cock still in her grasp.
"I bet you'd like to put your cock in my mom, wouldn't you?"
The sudden question took him aback for a second. "Why in the hell would you ask something like that?"
"Oh, because you were jacking off when you watched her take her clothes off tonight. You would, wouldn't you?"
"That's not a question for a young lady to be asking," he said gratingly, swinging his legs off the bed. How in the hell was he supposed to answer something like that?
"Well, I was just thinking that she'd probably like what you did to me tonight. She hasn't had a man around in a long time. Jeez, if I liked it, I bet she'd go crazy!"
"That's enough, Tina," he said, reaching for his robe. "I don't think it would be a good idea if you stayed here, either. Put your things on, and let's go.
"Gosh, Martin, I didn't mean to make you mad. What did I say that was so wrong?"
"You don't go around talking about your mother getting fucked, that's what. She wouldn't like it, either. Now, get dressed."
Tina pouted as she slipped into her nightie, glancing at him from behind hooded lids. Martin picked up the candle and waited for her at the doorway, then led the way to the front door. He blew out the flame before going outside, helped her down, then locked up.
"Are you really mad?" Tina asked meekly when they started for the houses.
"No, I suppose not. But you've got to learn not to talk that way. It isn't nice."
"I promise. Are you still going to put your finger in my cunny again tomorrow?"
"If I get time. We'll see."
"Okay." A few steps farther on, she asked, "Want to see something?"
"Not tonight." Then his curiosity got the better of him. "What?"
"My mom. She never sleeps with anything on, and most of the time she kicks the covers off."
"For God's sake! What did I just tell you?"
"Well, jeez, you already saw her naked. I just thought you'd like to come in the house and get a better look. She's got real nice titties, and a whole lot of hair down there."
He stopped short, a sensuous thrill running up his spine. A chance to observe that gorgeous body up close was an opportunity that was hard to pass up. Still, going right into the house was dangerous as hell. If she had a gun handy, she might shoot him. And if not, she'd probably call the cops.
"Want to? We could be real quiet."
"No, I don't think so."
"Aw, c'mon. She won't know we're there, and I know you want to look at her."
Martin was torn between outright terror and a crazed desire to feast his eyes on the naked beauty. Even though he couldn't touch her, he could engrave her picture on his mind and recall it whenever he jacked off. Finally, remembering what she had looked like from a distance, he decided the risk was worth it.
"Okay, but no talking. Not even a whisper. And when I leave, you go right to bed. Understood?"
"Sure. We're both barefoot, so we won't make any noise. Ready?"
With Tina leading, they went in the back door, through the well-furnished kitchen, and down the hall. Martin could have walked through the cottage blindfolded, he knew it so well. The door to the master bedroom was open, and they crept up to it silently.
The woman was laying on her back with one leg cocked aside, totally uncovered. Dim moonlight filtered in through the open window. Martin paused and leaned against the jamb, feeling blood rushing to his penis.
Her long dark hair was fanned out on the pillow, framing her lovely face. Large, firm, pointed tits were rising and falling evenly, a shadow filling the deep valley between them. Her stomach and abdomen were flat and muscled, gleaming whitely.
Martin took all this in at a glance, but gave it scant notice. What attracted his attention was farther down her lush body. Her hand was nestled in her crotch, with dark tufts of pubic fluff sprouting all around it. The furrow separating her vulvae was parted, and covered with shimmering glistening beads of moisture.
And she had two fingers almost totally buried in her cunt!
He heard Tina take a breath as though to make an utterance, and quickly put a hand over her mouth. Then he stood there, his nerves twanging and his prick jumping to an erection while he let his gaze travel up and down the nurse's frame, drinking in every bit of flesh, every curve and contour, and every wisp of hair.
When he could stand it no longer, he took his hand from Tina's mouth, motioned toward the back of the house, and turned to leave. He didn't know the girl was following him until he was outside and taking deep drafts of air into his lungs.
"She's really neat, isn't she?" Tina whispered behind him.
He spun around angrily. "Damnit! I thought you were going to bed!"
"I was, but I wanted to ask you something. Did you see my mom's fingers? Was she doing what you did to me? To herself?"
"I haven't got the faintest idea. It's none of your business, anyway. Now, if you don't shut up and go to bed, I won't let you come to the trailer any more. Got it?"
She cringed like a whipped dog and nodded. "I will. Jeez. You get so mad at everything. G'night."
"Good night."
Martin waited until she was safely inside, then headed for his own house. The entire day had been all mixed up, and he needed some sleep.
As he walked, he thought of what a terrible shame it was that Tina's mother had to resort to fingering her own pussy. Especially when he lived right next door with a tongue and a prick that were all ready to give her whatever she wanted. If he could only tell her some way ... let her know that he would fuck her or eat her whenever she wanted ... anytime.
Sleep didn't come easy, and when it did, it was filled with dreams of hairless young cunts and naked women. Towards morning, just as he was spearing his tongue into the nurse's twat, his wet dream splattered all over the sheets.
CHAPTER FIVE
The first bell was still echoing through the building when Martin stepped outside and checked for stragglers. Seeing none, he went back in and closed the main doors. Usually grateful when all the classroom doors were shut, this morning he wished someone was around, someone to talk to. Anything to take his mind off cunt would be welcome.
Skipping his early coffee, he walked off his frustration by patroling the corridors and circling the outside of the building. The extended tour didn't help. He was still plagued by a persistent ache in his loins that had started when he woke up, and was now becoming painful.
Deciding it was no use, he went inside for coffee, hoping that one of the teachers would be in the lounge. As he was striding down the deserted corridor, his thoughts far away from the present, Helen Adams rounded the corner from another hall and came toward him. She was wearing an extremely short dress and platform shoes that accentuated her attractive legs.
"All right, Adams," Martin said, stopping her. "Let's see it."
"What?" she asked, wide-eyed with innocence.
"Your pass. You know you can't be out of class without one. Let's see it."
She glanced up and down the hall, then looked up at him with a sly smirk. "Want to see my pass? Okay, Martin, here it is."
The girl lifted her skirt to her waist, then pulled out the waistband of her bright pink bikini panties. Without thinking, Martin lowered his gaze and saw the swelling proturbance of her pube. Light golden fuzz covered her pooched pussy lips, and the slit between them made it look like a vertical mouth.
Martin's cock surged at the sight of her enticing snatch. In his condition, seeing anything sexual would have had the same effect. He fought a desire to continue staring at the pink and blonde nest, and tore his eyes away.
"That's enough," he growled. "Put your dress down. I'm going to take you to the office."
"No, you're not," she cooed, moving closer. "You've wanted to look at my pussy for a long time. I know it. Well, there it is. Don't you wish you could touch it, and do other things to it? It's a nice pussy. And it's all wet. I know, 'cause I've just been fingering it."
His prick was pulsing to an erection, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. As wrong as it was, he was forced to glance down at the flat abdomen, sparse curls, and puffy twat. His brain was swimming, and his nerves were as taut as steel bands.
"Get to your class, Adams, or so help me I'll risk it and get you kicked out of school."
"Oh, Martin," she said, pouting prettily, "don't you want to play this morning? Okay. I understand. You've probably had a piece of ass already." Her panties snapped back and she dropped her dress.
"Move!"
"All right, all right. But, here. This should keep you horny all day." Her hand flashed out, and she wiped a wet finger under his nose, and he smelled the musky scent of cunt. Before he could grab her, she stepped around him and darted off down the hall, laughing sarcastically.
Martin rubbed the back of his hand across his upper lip and watched the blonde disappear into a classroom. Then he took off his cap and wiped his wet brow with a sleeve. He was badly shaken, and it didn't feel a damn bit good.
He stood there, debating whether to take the rest of the day off or to stick it out when he thought of Miss Hanson and the offer she had made him. There was no guarantee she would do anything, or even that she was in her office, but right then it seemed the best chance he had. At least it was worth a try.
Miss Hanson's office was directly off the gym, a small area partitioned off from the equipment room. She didn't have classes every period, and was called upon to substitute for other teachers due to illness or vacation. This morning, though, as he crossed the vast empty gym, he saw that her door was open and there was a light on.
"Hi. Busy?"
She was bent over her desk correcting papers. When he stepped in, she dropped her pencil and leaned back, smiling as she swiveled her chair around. Excessively large tits were pushing hard at a thin T-shirt, and her tight shorts had an indentation where her cunt would be.
"No, not really. Just killing time. What brings you down here? This is your first visit."
"I know," he said lamely, folding his arms and leaning a hip on the side of her desk. "I was in the area, and thought I'd drop by."
"I'm glad you did." She dropped her eyes, saw the tremendous bulge behind his fly, and her smile widened as she looked up at him. "Got problems?"
"Not exactly problems. I was, well, thinking about what you said. In the lounge."
Her expression became serious, and she leaned forward with an attitude of expectation. "Is that the real reason you're here? You need some help?" When he nodded mutely, she said, "What happened? Or do you want to tell me about it?"
Martin looked at the floor, shifted his feet, then proceeded to tell all about the Adams girl, concluding with the incident in the hall a few minutes ago. When he was through, she stood up and planted a firm asscheek on the desk top and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't know how you put up with it, Martin. I really don't. It must be terrible to have them tease you like that. I can see why you'd have an erection most of the time. Poor man, it must be very painful."
"Believe me, it's not easy. And there's no way I can ignore it, either. Christ, I'm only human."
"I know," she said softly. "I understand. It's not your fault at all. Any real male would react the same way. Would you like me to relieve it for you?"
Martin swallowed to wet his dry throat. "I'm not sure what you mean, Miss Hanson."
"Call me Carol. Look, we're both adult. Let's not mince words. You've got a hard-on, and I want to take care of it for you. Just tell me which way would be the best for you."
Her frank openness made him nervous, and it was difficult to think. He couldn't come right out and ask her to fuck him, or suck him, or give him a hand job. He was too bashful for that. Still, his straining dick was making him miserable, and he had to do something.
"I ... think I'd rather leave that up to you, uhhh, Carol."
She slid off the desk to stand in front of him, flattening her immense tits against his chest and looking into his face dreamily. "Since I have a class in a little while, and since it would be awkward to take off our clothes, why don't I give you a blow job? Would that be all right?"
His stiff cock was dancing in its cloth prison, and he could feel pre-cum wetting the knob. Running his hands down her back, he then cupped her buns and squeezed them. She melted against him, pressing her belly against his hard joint.
"That would be fine," he said hoarsely. "Right here, or where?"
"Just a minute." She went to the door to check the gym, then came back to sit down in her chair. "Come here, dear. As stiff as you are, it shouldn't take long."
Martin took off his gun belt with shaky hands, put it on the desk, then stepped up to her. She parted her legs, pulled him closer, then undid his belt and unzipped his fly to let his pants fall to his knees. Making no comment about his dual jocks, she tugged them down, exposing his gigantic prick and the hairy scrotum hanging between his thighs.
"Oh, Martin," she gasped, "it's truly beautiful! Now I know why the girls like to feel it! It's one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen! God! That would fill up my cunt and then some!"
"It's all primed, Carol. Don't take too long, will you? I don't want to shoot all over your clothes."
"Just let me look at it for a second, dear. Ooohhh! I could just love that magnificent prick to death! Jesus!"
His legs began to quake when she cradled his nuts in her hand and began fondling his dick from hood to root. The veins and tendons were standing out sharply on his shaft, and the tool was jumping under her feather-light touch. He noticed that she was breathing heavily, her tremendous tits rising and falling, and that her eyes were glazed and smoky.
"Please, Carol!" he moaned. "I can't take much more of that! Either blow me or jack me off! I'm too fucking hot to hold it back!"
"All right, lover," she crooned. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to tease. Just let it come whenever you're ready."
Leaning forward, she stuck out her tongue and began laving his cockhead, licking the pre-cum from the bulbous knob and rimming the crown. He jerked, then put his hands on her head and pushed his hips forward, trying to force his piston into her mouth.
"Uuummm!" she whimpered. "Uuummm! Uuummm!"
Martin's knees were becoming watery, and he had to fight to remain upright. It had been a long time since he had felt a hot mouth on his organ and steamy breath on his groin. His asscheeks clenched, and his vision clouded.
"Carol! Please! Put it in your mouth! I can't wait!"
The teacher nodded silently and opened her jaws. Sliding her soft lips over the knob, she began sucking furiously, her tongue swabbing the swollen tip. Gurgling sounds emanated from her throat as she sucked, and continued when she started pushing her mouth farther down his shaft.
"Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Carol! Oh, shit! Suck it! Suck it hard! Aaaggghhh! Damn! What a mouth! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
From the way she was working her mouth, Martin knew she was experienced, an expert at blow jobs. Her cheeks were puckered in, and she was bobbing slowly, pushing her lips farther and farther down his tingling shaft. Her teeth were scraping his member, not enough to hurt, but just enough to be exciting.
"Uuummmfff! Uuummmfff! Uuummm! Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!"
"Oh, God! Harder! Suck harder! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Oh, fuck! That's it, baby! Make your mouth like a cunt! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Blow me! Make me cum! Aaaggghhh!"
Stepping up between her parted legs, he gripped her head tightly and started to hunch his hips, thrusting his joint as far as he could into her moiling mouth. He could feel her tongue, palate and tonsils with his cockhead. A flowing river of boiling semen was wending its way through his pelvis inexorably, and his entire system was tensing for the inevitable gusher.
"Carol! Ooohhh, Carol! Suck, baby! Suck! You're going to make me blow! Fuck! Fffuuuccckkk! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh, goddamn! Uh! Uh! Uh! Harder! Blow me! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"
She had now taken the full length of his dick. Her nose was pressed into his abdomen, and her lips were fanned out over the larger root of his shaft. The knob of his tool was wedged in her throat, and she was swallowing it, using her throat muscles to titillate his cockhead.
When his pecker began to balloon with cum, Carol pulled her head back until only the tip of his prick was in her mouth. As the roaring fountain of jism exploded in her mouth, bloating her cheeks, she gulped thirstily, clamping her lips tightly around the staff so she wouldn't lose any of the delicious fluid.
Martin shook and shuddered, tilting his head back so far the tendons stood out on his neck. It felt as though gallons of cum were gushing from his peter, and each jet caused him to see flashing, varicolored lights. When it was over, he felt totally drained and exhausted. Popping his cock from her mouth, he staggered back and slumped against the desk, gasping for breath.
"Ooohhh, Martin, that was superb!" Carol simpered, wiping a hand across her foam-flecked lips. "You came so strong, and there was so much of it! You must have been terribly ... TINA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
Her shout broke Martin out of his ecstatic trance. He snapped upright and spun around. Forgetting that he was hobbled by his dropped trousers, he lurched and grabbed the desk for support before he was able to look at the doorway. Carol leaped up to steady him, then they both gaped at the small figure sagged against the door.
Tina was gawking at them with a mixture of fear and disbelief. Her mouth was open, her eyes bulged, and beneath her short skirt her slim legs were trembling.
"Tina, answer me!" Carol said hotly. "What are you doing here? You have no business in the gym! You have no right to sneak in here and spy on me like that!"
The girl's eyes were glued to Martin's prick, wet with saliva, that was rapidly shrinking and wilting down against his balls. Her mouth was working but no sound came out, and at last she lifted a hand holding a folded piece of paper.
"I ... I brought you a ... note from the doctor," Tina stammered in a squeaky, terrified voice. I got permission." Suddenly her face twisted up, she dropped the paper on the floor, then she turned and ran, her footsteps resounding from the wooden gym floor.
"Of all the fucking times...!" Martin began pulling his jock straps up. "What in the hell are we going to do now?"
"I don't know!" Carol cried, wringing her hands. "How much did she see! What if she tells! Oh, Martin, this is just awful!"
He had his pants up and was zipping them. "Well, let's not get too excited yet. I know the kid. She lives next door to me. I don't think she'd turn me in, and that saves you, too."
Relief flooded her face, and she gripped his arms. "Really? You don't think she'll say anything?"
'I'm reasonably sure." He twisted away from her and reached for his gun belt. "Let's just play it cool. Go about your business like nothing happened. I'll try and get to her today and talk to her. Don't worry."
"All right. I feel better already." Carol straightened her T-shirt and shorts. "It was nice, Martin. Very much so. I'd like to do it again."
Martin went to the door, turned, and smiled wryly. "Me, too, but not here. I don't like audiences. Thanks, Carol. I'll see you later."
Martin had passed Tina off lightly, but in reality he was worried. Who could tell what a kid that age would do? If she didn't tell a faculty member, she might spill it to one of the kids, and that was just as bad. All he could do was try and catch her and explain things.
At lunchtime he stationed himself outside the cafeteria, which wasn't unusual, and kept his eye peeled for Tina. He was beginning to think he had missed her or that she had skipped school when he felt a tug at his sleeve. Tina was standing next to him, looking up shyly.
"Hi. I'm sorry about what happened. I never thought you'd be down there with her. Why were you?"
"Never mind. Did you say anything about it?"
"No."
"Are you going to?"
"No. Why should I? It just kinda blew my mind, is all. I don't want to get you in any trouble. I love you."
"Shhh!" He looked around to make sure no one overhead. "Okay. Just keep it a secret. I'll see you at the trailer this afternoon."
"Promise? And the other stuff, too?"
Martin nodded, knowing he was trapped. "Yes, and the other stuff, too. Now, go eat lunch."
Tina was beaming when she winked at him then went on into the cafeteria. Martin hitched up his belt, groaned, then made his way through the milling students and went down the hall to go outside for some fresh air. One hurdle was passed, but he could see many more to come.
George started drawing a beer as soon as Martin stepped into the tavern. He dropped on a stool, took out his cigarettes, and put a bill on the bar.
"Give me a shot, too."
The bartender flashed him a look of surprise, then reached for a bottle. "Rough day?"
"You said it." Martin tossed off the shot, grimaced, then chased it with beer.
"Man, what could be touch about looking at young cunt? I mean besides getting a stiff-up?" George leaned across the bar and whispered confidentially, "No shit, now. Does any of that young pussy fuck?"
"I wouldn't know, George, They don't tell me."
"Ahhh, c'mon. I heard there was a redhead out there that was screwin' everything in sight. You know her?"
He could be referring to no one else but the Yates girl, and Martin instantly recalled probing his finger into her juicy, smelly twat. "Yeah. But it's just rumor. I don't know anything for sure."
George chortled and picked up Martin's bill. "Bullshit! You're just saving that tender young quim for yourself. Pretty damn selfish, I'd say."
Before leaving, Martin had another boilermaker to settle his raw nerves. On the way home, he forgot about Tina and concentrated on Carol and her sucking mouth. Her blow job had been stupendous, and he owed it to her to let her know there wasn't anything to worry about. As soon as he reached home, he got her number from information and called.
"I had a talk with Tina, Carol. She promised not to say a word about what she saw."
"Thank God!" There was a pause. "Martin? Would you like to come over this evening? I'm stocked up on liquor and beer, and I've got some terrific music." Another pause. "And I've got a new water bed, too."
As Martin tried to visualize her naked, his prick began to crawl up his belly. Homely or not, she still had a cunt and titties. And she was a wild cocksucker. A man in his position would be greedy if he asked for more. Still, there was Tina and her fabulous mother.
"Uhhh, not tonight, Carol. Tomorrow's Saturday, and I don't work week-ends. How about if I call you?"
"Please do. I can save everything I've got. It won't go to waste. I'm sure you know what I mean, don't you?"
"I think I do." His cock was jumping. "I'll call you in the afternoon."
"Anytime. 'Bye."
Martin imagined he could still feel Carol's hot mouth on his dick as he changed into work clothes. She had sucked him so dry he hadn't had a hard-on all afternoon, which was rare. Now, though, as he prepared to go to the trailer, his joint was at full attention, ready for anything.
Tina caught up to him on the way, taking his hand and swinging their arms. She was wearing a bandana halter and shorts that barely covered her ass crack. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a pony tail, making her look as young as she actually was.
"Jeez, I got real nervous waiting for you. I had to go dry off my pussy twice. How come I get so wet just thinking about it?"
"For the same reason I get hard. It's your body's way of telling you it's ready." They reached the trailer and went in.
"You're not going to work, are you? I mean, like, I'm already going ape. I don't think I can wait much longer."
Martin shut the door, then rubbed the back of his neck. "Tina, we've got to get something straight. I know that you've liked what we've done, but it's awfully hard on me. You see, I get all hot and bothered and, well, it just isn't satisfying."
The girl's brow wrinkled. "But you did cum. Once on my tummy, and once when I ... jacked you off. Isn't that what you wanted to do?"
"Yeah, but, uhhh, not like that. See, honey, a guy likes to put his cock in a girl. You know, really inside her. That way, when he cums he honestly feels good about it."
"Like when you put it in Miss Hanson's mouth? I saw you do it." She swallowed hard and made a face. "Did ... did you cum in her mouth?"
"Yes, honey, I did. That's what I mean. Jacking off is all right, but it's not nearly as much fun as, well, getting sucked off, or fucking. I was still horny after what we did, but I wasn't after Miss Hanson sucked me. Do you see what I mean?"
She looked at him a long minute before answering. "I think so. You want me to ... suck it, don't you?"
"No. Not at all. I couldn't ask you to do that. All I'm saying is that playing around with you doesn't get the job done. Sure, I cum, but it just isn't the same as the other."
Tina back up to the couch and sat down with her elbows on her knees. She was pensive and quiet for a while, staring at the bulge in his pants, then said, "Why couldn't I suck you? If Miss Hanson did it, it can't be all that bad. I just don't think I could get it all in my mouth like she did. Did she swallow your stuff, too?"
Martin was becoming more inflamed by the second, picturing the lovely child's mouth gobbling on his dick. Many, many times he had dreamed of a young girl's lips around his tool while he pounded off, and that image had triggered his wad more quickly than anything else.
"Yes, she did. But you're much too young to be doing things like that. Especially with a man my age. Why don't we quit now, while we're ahead, and you go find yourself a nice boy."
"But I don't want a boy," she wailed, jumping off the couch and running over to throw her arms around him. "I want you. I truly do. I want to suck you, Martin. Honest. I want to do anything that'll make you happy."
His stiff organ was digging into her belly, throbbing and leaping. He rubbed his hands over her nearly bare back then dropped them to caress her taut little ass. She was pushing her hard pelvis against his thigh and mashing her chest against him.
"Are you sure, Tina? Really sure? You've never done it, and you may not like it."
She pushed away and looked up at him with sincerity. "I can do anything that old Miss Hanson can. I'm not a kid. Let me show you. You just let me try it."
Any trepidations Martin might have had vanished under her stare. He pulled her back to him and kissed her cheek and neck, squirming his thick cock between them.
"All right, princess. I can't say no. But before you do that, I'm going to lick your pussy. All over. With my tongue. And I'm going to make you cum."
"Oh, God, Martin!" she gushed. "Honest? Let's hurry! It sounds absolutely super!"
"Okay. Lead the way."
The tip of his cock was wet when he followed her down the hall.
CHAPTER SIX
"How come Miss Hanson sucked your cock, Martin?" Tina asked as she pulled off her clothes. "She was doing me a favor," he replied honestly. "Do you like her?"
He detected a note of jealousy in her voice, and decided to play it carefully. "Yes, I suppose I do. She's a very nice person. And very lonely."
Tina was naked now, facing him with all her girlish charms revealed to him. "Do you like her better than me?"
"Of course not." He peeled his pants and shorts down and stepped out of them, his hairy scimitar swaying and bobbing.
"I'm glad." She crawled up on the bed, dropped on her back, then rubbed her pussy with both hands. "I'm wet down there again, Martin. Gosh. I don't know what's the matter with me."
"There's nothing the matter with you." Standing at the foot of the bed, he surveyed her naked figure, slim and nicely rounded. Her flat chest and hairless twat didn't bother him at all. In fact, they made her all the more enticing to him.
And for the first time in his life, he was going to eat an honest to God virgin cunt. "Ready?"
She giggled and uncovered her snatch. "Yes, if you don't mind me being all squishy down there."
"I don't mind at all."
He parted her legs, laid down between them, then draped them over his shoulders, his face directly over her puffy cunt. The protruding lips were partly open, and he could see the pink labial petals between them. Her cuntal aroma filled the air around his head, heightening his amoral lust. With a low moan, he began kissing her pelvis and the insides of her creamy thighs.
"Ooohhh, Martin!" she whimpered, jerking involuntarily when his lips touched her skin. "Ooohhh! Uuuhhh! God, that goes all through me! I don't smell bad, do I? Aaahhh! Uuunnn! Uuunnn!"
Pushing his hands under her buns, he began squeezing them while he brushed his lips over her velvety flesh, kissing the crease of her thighs and inhaling deeply of her musky scent. He was deliberately teasing her, saving her pussy for last while he built up her passion.
"Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Oh, jeez! Martin! That tickles clear up inside me! I'm getting wetter! Ooohhh! Gosh! It's almost scary! Hhhuuuhhh! Hhhuuuhhh! I like it! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"
She was writhing now, undulating her hips and trying to push her cunt at his mouth. He kept his lips away from it, moving up to kiss her flat abdomen while his thumbs slid up and down the deep crack of her ass. He wanted her good and hot when he began lapping up her vaginal nectar.
"Martin! Hhhuuuhhh! Hat's not fair! You're blowing my mind! Don't tease like that! You said you'd lick my pussy! Oh, God! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Please! It tingles and everything! I feel like I did last night! Please! Please! Ooohhh!"
He raised her ass with his hands, backed off to look at her quivering twat for a moment, then opened his mouth and put it on her vulvae, nearly covering them. Then, with the tip of his tongue, he spread the swollen lips and delved in to flick her tiny clit. Tina squealed, heaved up to him, and grabbed at his hair with both hands.
"MAARRRTTTIIINNN! AAAGGGHHH! OOOHHH, JESUS! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! AAAHHH! AAAHHH! YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME FAINT! OH, WHAT ARE YOU LICKING? IT'S TOO MUCH! MARTIN! GGGAAAHHH!"
Pleased with her response, so avid and eager, Martin sucked the small nubbin out of its sheath and began mouthing it like a nipple, roiling it with his tongue. She reacted by clamping his head with her thighs, digging her heels into his back, and humping up at him.
"EEEYYYOOOWWW! Martin! Oh, don't! That's more than I can take! You don't know. ... Hhhuuuhhh! Jeez! Too much! Oh, God! You didn't tell me it would be like this! It feels like my guts are twisting up! Martin! Hhhuuuhhh! Aaaggghhh! Oh, jeepers!"
Certain the girl was ripe for an orgasm, Martin took his mouth from her clit and pushed his tongue down her milky gash, spreading the thin labial lips. After lapping up all the viscous honey-like fluid, he speared his tongue into her tight, drooling orifice and began swishing it around, letting the sweet syrup drizzle into his mouth.
"Oh, nnnooo! Nnnooo! Martin, you're making me do it again! Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! I can't stop! Gggaaahhh! Aaaggghhh! It's so goooood! Hhhuuunnnhhh! Hhhuuunnnhhh!"
She was agog with bliss now, thrashing and gyrating as he fucked her with his tongue, darting it deep into her hole and twirling it around. The trickle of cream oozing from her cunt increased. Her pussy lips were splayed out over his nose, cheeks and mouth, and he was reaming her mercilessly.
"Again! I'm gonna...! AH! AH! HHHUUUHHH! OH, JEEZ! IT WAS HARDER THAN THE FIRST ONE! WWW AAAHHH! WWW AAAHHH! UH! UH! UH! OOOHHH!"
She twisted and turned, bucked and tossed, then with a loud, quavering breath, she shuddered and went limp, dropping her hands from his head and letting her legs slide off his shoulders. He licked up the last of her fuck juice, kissed her clit tenderly, then got to his feet to wipe a forearm across his face.
"Oh, Martin," she groaned. "Oh, God! I think I melted inside. I can't stop shaking. What did you do to me? Ooohhh! I don't think I can get up. I can't stop shaking. Uuummm!"
"You'll be all right. Just take it wasy." He picked up the towel he had used last night and dried his face. Then he stretched out on the bed beside her, but not touching. "Did you watch it in the mirror?"
"Only part of it," she said sleepily. "I got too excited. Jeez, you sure made me cum hard. I almost blacked out."
"But you liked it?"
Tina turned on her side and raised up on an elbow. "You know darn well I did. God, when your tongue was inside me, I nearly went crazy. Are all girls like that?"
He smiled at his reflection. "Most of 'em, I guess. Are you beginning to understand what sex is about now?"
"Am I! Wow! You're one heck of a teacher." She put her hand out and closed it around his thrumming dick. "Will it feel that good to you when I suck you?"
"I hope so. Do you still want to go through with it?"
"Naturally. After that, I want to more than ever. Only thing is, I don't really know how. Do I just suck?"
"Uh huh. Like a popsicle. It's not hard."
She was stroking him lightly, watching his pee slit open and close. "Will it be just as good if I can't take it all in my mouth? It's awful big."
"Sure. Just suck the head, if you'd like. But before you do that, I'd like you to kiss me all over. My balls, too."
"Okay. Do you want me to suck your balls?"
"If you want to. Whatever turns you on, honey. I'll like anything you do."
Tina got to her knees, kissed him on the mouth, then moved down to his erect dick. She crouched over it, examined the massive rod and the scrotum beneath it, then bent lower and began to kiss his pelvis, just as he had done to her. Brushing her face through his thick hair, she worked down into his crotch, lifting his nuts to nibble under it.
"That's it, baby!" he moaned. "All over! Aaahhh! You're doing just fine! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! That's my girl! Perfect! Ooohhh, damn! Aaaggghhh! Just like that! Hhhuuuhhh!"
He was shivering with rapture when he raised his head to watch her move her pretty face all over his genitals. Though he had dreamed of it often, he'd never actually thought it would happen. It was every bit as exciting as he'd thought it would be, and more.
"All right, Tina! Suck my balls now, baby! Take 'em in your mouth and suck 'em! Be careful, though! They're sensitive! Ooohhh, sweet Jesus! Hhhuuuhhh! That's it! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Somehow, she managed to get the entire sack in her mouth, and was rolling his nuts back and forth across her tongue. The gentle tugging on his testicles caused nerve-wracking tingles to surge through him, and his limbs shook. Some natural instinct was governing her, telling her exactly what to do, and he could hardly wait till she started on his cock.
"Oh, Christ, honey! Hhhuuuhhh! Damn, what a sweet mouth! That's exactly what I wanted! Aaaggghhh! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
Martin laid back, reached out for her bare ass, and began running his fingers up and down the deep cleft separating her gleaming cheeks. She twitched each time he touched her bung hole, so he lingered there, tenderly rimming the puckered opening.
Tina dropped his wet scrotum and began kissing up the underside of his tool. She was mewing softly as she worked up one side and down the other, kissing each centimeter of hairy skin lovingly. Then, holding the base with both tiny hands, she kept it steady while she gave her full attention to the smooth shiny cockhead and the wee slit at the tip.
"Tina! Aaarrrggghhh! Oh, baby! Honey! That's what I like! Do it, sweetheart! Kiss it nice! Hhhuuuhhh! That feels good! Lick it, darling! Lick it! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Goddamn! Oh, Tina! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"
The girl was breathing quickly while her flashing tongue slathered his bulbous knob and crown. She was intent on sucking him, and apparently enjoyed everything she was doing. Then she parted her lips and began slipping them down around the purple head, stretching her jaws as the monstrous organ entered her hot mouth.
It was all Martin could do to keep from jamming his prick deep into her mouth. His toes curled and his hand clutched at the mattress while she engulfed his cockhead and began applying pressure, her cheeks indenting as her tongue flashed back and forth.
"Jeeesus! Aaaggghhh! Tina! Ooohhh, baby! That's exactly the way I want it! Suuuck! Suuuck! Aaahhh! Aaahhh! You're doing just fine! Uuunnnggghhh! God, sweetheart! Uuuhhh!"
He let his hand drop down farther, found her drooling cunt hole, and -rimmed it with his finger, spreading the gooey juice around in her slash. Then he injected his digit into her tight hole, slipping it in until he encountered the thin membrane of her hymen. She made a purring sound and began rotating her hips.
"Uuummm! Uuummmfff! Uuummm! Uuummm!"
"More, honey, more! Take it in your mouth and suck, Tina! Aaaggghhh! Blow me, baby! Sssuuuccckkk! You're fabulous! Oh, fuck! Fuck! It won't take long! Suck me!"
As her pink lips began moving farther down his dick, Martin was first amazed, then astounded. She was actually filling her mouth with his took, drawing it in until the head was touching her tonsils. Then even further! It was going into her throat!
"TIIINNNAAA! Ooohhh, my God! Baby! Be careful! Aaaggghhh! Oh, shit! I don't believe it! Suck! Suck! You've got it coming, now! Hhhuuuhhh! Huh! Huh!"
While she applied more and more suction and sloshed her tongue on his pecker, Martin drew his feet up and began heaving off the bed, sawing his organ in and out of her clamped lips. A cascade of cum was boiling through his tubes, and there was a deafening roar in his ears. Then, almost unconsciously in his rapt state, he impaled his finger to the last knuckle in her twat, tearing her cherry.
"UUUGGGHHH!" Tina's high-pitched moan was followed by her biting down on his cock, and she froze.
Martin didn't feel any pain. He was too engrossed in the rapture of ejaculation. The jism was flooding his prick now, swelling it, then the eruption came. Each spurting jet was a separate explosion, causing thundering waves to roar out from his groin and engulf him. He arched off the bed and stiffened, reveling in the exhilerating glory.
The girl made gagging noises, then she was swallowing rapidly, forcing the thick mass of fuck juice down her throat. Not a drop of liquid escaped her lips, and when he slumped back onto the bed, she continued to suck, drawing every last bit of stringy sperm from his tool.
"Ooohhh, sweet Jesus!" Martin moaned, extracting his finger from her dripping cunt and letting his legs fall. "Lord! That was really a blow job! Wheeew!"
Tina raised up and sat back, swallowed several times, then looked at him with a puzzled expression. "What did you do to me that hurt so much? I almost bit your cock off."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. It was an accident. I broke your cherry. Does it still hurt?"
"No, not too bad. It sure did for a second, though. God!" She rubbed her protruding pussy lips as though to ease a pain. "Does that make me any different? I mean, I'm not really a virgin any more, am I?"
"Yes, you are, sweet. Technically, you're still a virgin. Lots of girls use things in their cunt and break their hymens. You haven't been fucked, so you don't have anything to worry about. Hand me the towel, will you?"
He wiped the fluid from his finger that was tinted pink with her hymenal blood, then handed her the towel to dry her cunt. Then she laid down next to him, resting her head on his arm and snuggling close.
"I liked sucking you, Martin," she said softly. "I really did. Your stuff tasted good."
"I enjoyed it too, honey. You were very good at it."
"Martin, are you ever going to fuck me? Really, I mean? With your cock?"
"I'd like to, Tina, but it wouldn't be right. That stiff hammer is much too big for you. What you need is a young boy with a smaller prick to fuck you the first few times. That way you can stretch gradually."
"I'd like it a lot better if you were the first one. I heard once that a girl never forgets the first guy who makes love to her."
"That may be true, but I'm not going to be the one for you. Don't be in such a hurry. You've got all the time in the world."
She lifted up and leaned against his chest. "No, I don't. Gosh, I'm almost thirteen. I've got to learn an awful lot of things. I don't want to be a dummy around the other kids."
"You're certainly no dummy, Tina." He rolled away and got off the bed. After tossing her clothes to her, he started to dress. "You can stay if you want to, but I'm going to get some work done. I can't keep putting it off."
Tina sighed and sat up to put her halter on. "Yeah, I should get back, too. Mom wanted me to clean the house this afternoon, so she wouldn't have to do it tomorrow."
"Okay. Come over for dinner, if you want. Same time."
"I can't. Mom wants me to get rid of the left-overs. I'll probably see you later, though."
When she was gone, Martin turned to working on the trailer with a vengeance, striving to keep his mind off cunts and fucking. He replaced a plywood panel, installed a new faucet, and varnished the kitchen cabinets. By dinner time, he felt he had really accomplished something.
All through the evening meal, his mother nagged him about marriage and his putting off meeting the nurse next door. He let it all slide, not wanting to get into an argument, but still it rankled him. He didn't want another wife, who would probably object to his fucking around with other females. And in a way he was content with the way things were, especially since he had found Tina.
After the dishes were done, he was tempted to call Carol Hanson and see if she was still available, but dismissed the idea. She had probably planned something else when he turned her down earlier. So he showered and changed clothes, then drove down to the tavem for a few cold beers.
He didn't know Andy the night bartender very well as he seldom went there in the evening. He nursed a few glasses, then let himself be talked into a pool tournament. Shooting over his head, he managed to stay in the game up to the final wire, when he lost to Andy. It was nearly eleven when he went to his car with a slight glow.
Reaching the house, he checked his watch, smiled, then went around to the back yard to sit in the glider. He had luckily timed it just right to catch another of the nurse's stripping performances. Since she wasn't home yet, he lit a cigarette and leaned back.
Fifteen minutes later, just as he had lit up again, she drove in and parked her car. He watched her get out, stop, then start walking in his direction. The strange turn of events surprised and confused him. Was she coming over to confront him about watching her strip-tease act?
"Hello, there," the woman said, walking up to him. "You're Mr. Martin, aren't you? I saw you at school. I'm Marsha Clark, Tina's mother."
Martin stood and took her offered hand. "I'm glad to meet you. Just getting home?"
"Yes." She sat down on the glider and put her purse next to her. "And what a day it's been. Thank God I only have two more to go."
"How do you like the cottage?" he asked, sitting.
"It's very nice. I still have a lot of things to do, like putting up curtains."
He cleared his throat. Was she hinting that she knew he had been observing her? Had Tina slipped and told? He wiped his wet palms on his pants, feeling very nervous.
"Well, those things take time. Especially when you're working, too."
"They sure do. Mr. Martin, I came over to ask about Tina."
His heart sank, and his throat tightened. "Oh?"
"Has she been bothering you? She's told me she's been out to your trailer while you're trying to get it fixed up. If she gets in your way, just send her home. She can be a pest sometimes."
"Oh, she's all right." He felt the tenseness dissipate. "I don't mind having her around. I'm surrounded by kids all day."
The scent of her perfume had drifted over to him, and it excited his senses. Having her so close, and knowing what a fabulously lush body was under the crisp white dress, was more unnerving than he had expected, and his prick was thrumming.
"Well, you have my permission to make her behave. I know what a nuisance she can be. Are you really thinking of selling the trailer?"
"I might. I haven't decided yet." He was having trouble keeping his eyes from the twin mountains on her chest and the curvy legs sheated in white hose. To make matters worse, his pecker was pulsing to an erection, and he didn't have a jock strap on.
"Tina says it's very nice. I've always wanted one, to get away and relax. Could I see it sometime?"
"Sure. You could look at it now, if you'd like. I've got the key in my pocket." He snapped his fingers. "No, we can't. There aren't any lights."
"Really? I could swear I saw a light on out there last night when I got up for a drink. In the back. Do you think somebody might have broken in?"
The edginess set in again, and Martin groped for a plausable answer. "No, I went out with a flashlight. I'd ... forgotten something."
"Oh, I see. Well, perhaps tomorrow, or do you have to work?"
"No, I'm off."
"Good. I'll try and catch you in the morning. Well, I must be getting home." She stood up with her purse. "I was planning to have a highball. Would you care to join me, Mr. Martin?"
"Make it just plain Martin, will you? Yes, I'd like a drink very much." Before rising, he stuffed a hand in his pants pocket and held his prick back so it wouldn't show so much.
They were crossing the lawns to the back of the cottage when the nurse stopped abruptly, stared at her bedroom window, then glanced back at the glider. "Oh, good Lord!"
"What's the matter?"
"Do you sit out there in back very often at night?"
He knew what was coming, but couldn't avoid it. "Not too often. Why?"
"I don't have any curtains on my window, and ... oh, well, never mind. It's not that important."
He let out a long breath when they resumed walking, trying to quell the scare she had given him. Then they went in the back door, and she flipped on the light.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to go change. Would you mix the drinks? Everything's up there in the cupboard. I won't be a minute."
Her saucy ass bobbled as she went down the hall. Martin licked his lips, then set about mixing the highballs, glad that he was there, but still wondering if she had any suspicion that he had observed her naked. He was stirring the drinks when he smelled her perfume and turned to find her standing next to him. She was wearing a short quilted robe, and was smiling as she stared down at his pants front.
"Don't tell me I did hat to you."
"Huh? What?" He looked down and saw that his prick had made a tent in front of him. "Oh, God! You mustn't think....!"
"I don't think anything. I'm a nurse, remember? I'm sorry if I had anything to do with it, though. I didn't mean to."
There was no point in making excuses or anything else. It was there, and she had seen it. It was an evident fact that no explanation could dispose of.
"No, I ... it just gets that way sometimes." He picked up the glasses and handed her one.
"I understand. I've gotten hot at work too, when something excited me. What you've probably heard isn't true. Nurses have just as strong sex urges as other females, and no matter how many penises they see, they still get turned on."
"I didn't know that. But I do want to apologize."
"For what? Getting hard? Don't be silly. You're not going to rape me, are you?"
They both laughed, sampled their drinks, then went to the table to sit down. Martin passed her a cigarette, stuck one in his mouth, then lit them. Marsha exhaled, then fixed her twinkling eyes on his face.
"Martin, you're a fake. A cute one, but a fake just the same."
He looked back at her, puzzled. "Why?"
"You've been a regular Peeping Tom, haven't you? Looking in my window and watching me get undressed. I thought I heard someone the other night. Did you get an eyefull?"
"Really, Marsha, I didn't...!"
"Of course you did. Don't blush. It doesn't upset me. I only hope it didn't cause you any discomfort. Since you're not married, you would have had to take care of it by hand." Her smile widened. "Did you?"
In spite of himself, he had to grin. "Yes, if you must know. It isn't often I see a body like yours. It was quite a sight."
"At least you're truthful. Now I'll be truthful with you. I'm horny as all get out. I haven't been with a man for months. And that's not easy when you see and handle pricks all day. Do you think we might help each other?"
Martin's prick surged, and pre-cum oozed out onto his cockhead.
CHAPTER SEVEN
For some time Martin sat there dumbfounded, certain he had heard her correctly, but still reluctant to accept his miraculous good fortune as fact. It didn't seem possible that in such a short time he should be offered so much ass. It was eerie.
Seeing his confusion, Marsha laughed softly and reached out to take hold of his arm. "I have a feeling you're about to tell me 'this is so sudden.' Am I right?"
"Just about. Things like this don't happen to me. What made you decide on me?"
"Because of what a lot of people have told me about you, and what Tina's said. She thinks you're super. You must be all right to make an impression like that."
He grunted and took a long swallow of his drink. "And what about Tina? We certainly couldn't do anything with her in the house."
"Oh, yes, we can. I checked on her. She's out like a light. I don't know why, but she's been sleeping very hard, lately. I suppose it's because of all the fresh air."
Martin hid a smile behind his hand. If she only knew what her precious daughter had been up to. It struck him as ironic that after everything he had done with the girl, her mother wanted some of the same. Well, why not? What the hell. He was already in so deep he couldn't back out.
"Did you have anything particular in mind?"
"No." Marsha stood up and drained her glass. "Why don't we go to the bedroom and undress, then see what happens from there? It's much more fun that way."
"Agreed." He got to his feet with his organ threatening to punch a hole in his pants. "I'm right behind you."
When they reached the bedroom, she put out a hand for the light switch, but Martin stopped her. She nodded, then began unbuttoning her robe while he started peeling his clothes off. Moonlight made shadows dance on her curvy buxom figure as she turned the bed back, then faced him with her hands gliding over her bushy pelvis and thighs.
"Like it?" she whispered huskily. "Do I look any better up close?"
"Not better, but a helluva lot more seductive." He dropped his pants and shorts and stepped out of them, hearing Marsha suck in her breath sharply.
"Christ, Martin! You're hung like a damn stallion! How in the hell do you manage to keep the women away?"
He grinned self-consciously and stroked his swollen member. "I don't exactly put it on display. Not very many females have seen it."
"Well, for God's sake, bring it here!" she rasped, throwing herself on her back on the bed. "I've got to have some of that marvelous prick right away!"
Even before he could lay down she was groping for him, her small smooth hands moving frantically over his leaping joint and wrinkled scrotum. Then she pushed him back and got to her knees for a better look at his cock, her hot breath fluffing his pubic hair.
"Shouldn't we shut the door?"
"Ssshhh! Don't say anything! Just let me see it, and feel it, and kiss it! Ooohhh, mercy! I haven't seen anything that big in ages! Just touching it is driving me wild!"
He started caressing her supple frame, gliding limp fingers over her arched back and firm rump. When he felt between her thighs, he found heated moisture and rivulets of fluid running down the insides of her legs. She was more than ready!
"Kiss it, honey," he grunted, "but just for a little bit. Then climb up and mount it. I've been hard so long it's starting to hurt. I need it inside you."
"Patience, dear." She was panting and making purring sounds. "I know what I'm doing. I'll get you off so hard you'll never forget it."
Marsha licked her lips, then lowered her face. Holding the root of his dick in one hand, and rolling his balls with the other, she began swabbing his glans with her tongue, lapping his pre-cum and titillating his pee slit. Martin twined his fingers in her silken tresses and surged up to her mouth, feeling her saliva trickle down his joint.
"Suck, Marsha! Oh, damn, you're good! Hhhuuuhhh! Suck it! Ooohhh, Jesus! Not too long! I can't take much! Hhhuuuhhh!"
"I know, lover. I just had to taste it. Uuummm, it's good! One of these days I'm going to give you a real blow job!"
Swinging a shapely leg over him, Marsha moved up until her sopping twat was directly over his cock. She was smiling dreamily when she reached down between her thighs for his pecker to guide it into her gash. While she oiled the head of his prick with her milk, he pulled her down and covered a hard protruding nipple with his mouth, sucking gently on the fleshy mountain.
"Can you cum more than once, Martin?" she gasped, rubbing his cockknob back and forth in her flaming chasm from her clit to her bung. "I'll get you off real fast the first time, then we'll fuck nice and slow till you blow again."
He nodded, transferring his mouth to her other tit while he clasped her firm asscheeks. It was doubtful that he could get off twice, but he was sure he could maintain an erection and would be happy to let her bang him to her heart's content. It wasn't every day that he was able to dick such a beautiful cunt, and he was determined to take every advantage of it.
"There, hon. It's in. Are you ready?"
Martin dropped the nipple and covered her tremendous tits with his hands. Her cuntal sphincter was clamped on his cockhead, and he felt her tense as she prepared to impale his cock in her belly.
"Take it, baby! Ride it! It's all yours!"
With her hands gripping his shoulders, Marsha moaned and began dropping on him, her hips swiveling as she corkscrewed her slippery cunt down his pole. Her vaginal mouth seemed to gulp at his tool. The membranous sheat closed tightly around his organ. Then his pecker was punching against her womb and her pussy lips were splayed out on his groin.
"Maaartin! Uuuhhh! Oh, I can't believe it! Your prick is clear up to my waist! Uuunnnggghhh! I'm full of cock! It's so fucking wonderful! Gggaaahhh! Gggaaahhh!"
An electric shock raced through him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down, mashing her immense tits against his chest and feeling her cuntal fluid dribbling down over his nuts. He was about to tell her it wouldn't take long when she started squeezing his member, her vaginal muscles contracting like a clenching fist.
"Baaabbbyyy! Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck, what a cunt! Ooohhh, shit! You're gonna get me off too fucking fast! Aaahhh! My God! You're pussy is so damn tight! Ooohhh, Jesus!"
"I can't wait, Martin!" she groaned. "I'm almost there already! Your big prick is too much! God, I'm gonna cum right now! Uuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Ooohhh! Oh! Oh!"
She shuddered and bit into his shoulder when the first orgasm made her convulse. Sobbing quietly, she rocked on his embedded joint, slithering it in and out of her milk-filled tunnel. Then she gulped and raised up, wiping the hair from her face.
"I'm so sorry, dear. I was too hot, and your cock was just too damn good. I'll really fuck you, now. I'll take care of those full balls."
"Do it, baby! Use that cunt and pound it!"
Martin placed his hands on her small waist, then braced himself. He was nearly delirious with rapture as she started lifting and dropping on his pecker, rotating her pussy on his rod deliciously. The schlucking sounds of a ramming prick became loud, mingling with the slap of flesh against flesh as her naked ass thwacked against his thighs.
"Oh, Martin! It's heavenly! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Your cock is just what I needed! It's been so long!
Your prick is huge! It fills me up completely! My God, I'm gonna cum again! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
He was heaving up to her, cramming his dick to the hilt in her hot sheath. Her magnificent tits were flopping, swaying and slapping together as her rhythm increased, and she was whimpering with bliss. She was working his tool like a pro, literally pumping the jism through his tubes.
She was bucking fiercely, her lush body wiggling and squirming with wild abandon as she forced his dick to twirl around inside her. Her long hair was flying, her eyes were glazed, and a grimace of intense pleasure contorted her features. He was ready for the last violent thrusts before erupting when he glanced past the woman's side and saw Tina framed in the doorway.
The girl was wearing her short nightie that she had pulled up to her waist, and a hand was pushed beneath her skimpy panties. She was fondling her cunny while she watched with avid, breathless intensity the massive pole plummeting in and out of her mother's twat.
Martin was too close to the edge to be affected by the girl's presence. Nothing on earth could have stopped the flow of scalding sperm that was bloating his prick. He closed his eyes and lurched, spearing his squirting pecker into Marsha's belly and letting the enthralling waves of orgasm wash over him.
"CUM!" the brunette shrieked. "CUM! CCCUUUMMM! GGGAAAHHH! MMMEEE TTTOOO! HHHUUUHHH! HHHUUUHHH! MARTIN! OH, LOVER! FILL ME UP! HUH! HUH! HUH!"
When Marsha slumped down, he clasped her to him, feeling their combined juices trickle out of her snatch, past his impaled staff, and run down to drip off his balls. When their tremors ceased, and their twitching limbs quieted, Martin chanced a quick glimpse at the doorway and found it vacant. He had either been seeing things, or Tina had returned to her room.
"Oh, Martin," the brunette cooed into his neck. "You've made me so happy. I was hungry for a fuck. Starving! And you were so damn good! Did I please you?"
He sighed, caressing her back and ass. "You sure did."
"Want more? I know I could cum all night with that giant prick inside me. Or would you rather I sucked you? My cunt's probably too squishy for a good fuck now."
"No. I'm doing just fine." Now that his intense passion had been satisfied, he was beginning to worry about Tina. What would she think about his screwing her mother? Would she be jealous? Mad? Would she tell about what happened in the trailer? Was she still prowling around, waiting to see more?
"I don't believe you," Marsha whispered, kissing him and toying with his ear. "You're still hard, and you're jiggling inside me. I'll bet you've still got some cum in your balls."
"Even if I did, I couldn't shoot again that fast. Don't you think you should clean up? I must have squirted a pint in your pussy."
"You did, and I loved every drop. But what you need now is a nice tight hole to fuck. I'm not going to let you go till your prick wilts."
She moved against him, and her seeping cunt slid up his rigid shaft. When the head popped out, thick globs of cum fell on his pelvis. Straightening her back, she smiled at him as she reached around behind her. Then his joint was in her hand and she was pressing the knob against her rectum.
"I like it in the ass, Martin. And I can squeeze it a lot better than I can my cunny. Oh, honey! It's going in! Feel it? Uuuhhh!"
He caught his breath when her anal sphincter began stretching over his cockhead. The rubbery orifice was elastic, expanding around the tip, then snapping back on his rod. Her colon was as hot as her vagina, and equally as tight.
There was a look of sheer joy on her face as her anal canal enveloped his prick. She sat on it, hard, stuffing her rectum full of vibrant meat, not stopping till her asscheeks were flattened against him.
"Lover! Hhhuuunnnggghhh! How exciting! Oh, sweetheart, it's all the way in! Gggaaahhh! I love your cock in my butt! Finger me, dear! Finger-fuck me while I make you cum again! Oh, Martin! Uuunnnggghhh!"
She was already squeezing her intestine and sphincter on his buried piston, using her muscles like a vise. The pressure sent sharp pangs into his nuts, and his dick quivered. He put a hand into her crotch, felt between her sopping labia for her cunt hole, then eased two fingers into the gaping maw. He could feel his throbbing pecker on the other side of the pliant membrane.
"Ooohhh, goddamn! Goddamn! Baby! Fffuuuccckkk!"
"It's wonderful in my ass! Finger me, Martin! Make me cum again! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
Marsha had begun ass-screwing him when Martin saw something out of the corner of his eye. Turning his head slightly, he spied the top of a head moving down the side of the bed. Tina hadn't left at all. She had crawled into the room, out of sight, and was watching them fuck. Afraid Marsha might spot her daughter, he took the woman's face in his hand and began stabbing her bung with his tool.
"Oh, Christ! Martin! Stuff it all the way in! Holy God! Your fingers, too! Gggaaahhh! Hhhuuuhhh! It's so good I can't stand it! Moooother! Ooohhh! Ooohhh!"
His rock-hard pole was straining in her butt as she twisted and bucked, and viscous cream was drizzling from her twat all over his hand, adding more moisture to their already soaked pubic hair and genitals. Even though another ejaculation was building in his loins, he was still concerned about Tina's presence, and wondered if she had ever seen her mother getting screwed before.
"I am! I am! I'm getting there, Martin! Push your fingers way up me! Waaaaay up! Ooohhh! Fuck, darling! I'm gonna do it again! Stab me! Stab me! Gggaaahhh!"
His mind was spinning now, and he was lost in the oblivion of Marsha's body. Pulling his feet up, he began humping off the bed, injecting his prick the full length in her rectum. His second river of jism was already a bubbling torrent in his pelvis.
Tina was forgotten. All he was concerned with was the hot ass stroking his cock.
They both stiffened and shook, then Marsha pulled her ass hole off his poker and threw herself on the bed beside him, her full chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Totally drained of sperm and exhausted, Martin groaned and closed his eyes. He was almost asleep when he felt her washing him off with a warm cloth.
She saw his lids flutter open, and bent to kiss him. "I told you I wouldn't let you go till you were soft. Had enough for tonight?"
"Christ, yes!" He struggled up and began dressing.
"It turned out nicely, didn't it? I mean,-we both enjoyed it. It's going to be wonderful, having you so close. We'll be able to have a lot of fun together."
Martin merely nodded, too tired to think. All of the recent sex was beginning to catch up to him, and he was seriously doubting his ability to continue at the same pace.
"Would you like another drink before you go?"
"No, thank you. I'm going to get some sleep. You don't have to show me out. I know the way."
"All right." She stepped close, flattened her tits on his chest, and pecked him on the lips. "Don't stay away too long. I could get used to that prick in a hurry."
"I won't. Good night."
He left her climbing back on the bed and shuffled off down the dark hallway, wondering how Tina had managed to get away without her mother seeing her. Once outside, he lit a cigarette, then crossed back to his house with his head down, looking forward to some rest.
"Did you have a good time with my mom?"
The voice startled him so much he dropped his butt. Then Tina stepped out from behind the elm tree, still clad in only her short nightie.
"It's a damn good thing you got away when you did," he said gruffly. "What the hell were you doing in your mother's room? What if you'd gotten caught?"
The girl shrugged and looked down at her bare feet. "I didn't. I just wanted to see what you were doing, is all. You really fucked her, didn't you? Was it good?"
Martin fumbled for another cigarette and lit it, wanting to bawl her out but afraid to cause a scene. When his shattered nerves had calmed, he said, "Tina, sex is a very private thing between two people. What your mother and I do should be of no concern to you."
"But I wanta know," she persisted. "You fucked her cunt, and you even stuck your cock in her ass. How come she let you? She doesn't even know you."
"Come here, Tina." He led the way to the glider and pulled her down on his lap, feeling her warm thighs and buns through his pants. "Look. Your mother and I are adults. We both need sex once in a while. It just so happened that tonight we both wanted each other. It helped both of us."
"I guess I understand. But don't you have to love someone to fuck 'em?"
"It's nice, but it's not necessary. You'll know what I'm talking about when you get older. Is everything all right, now?"
"I suppose." She put an arm around his neck and leaned against him. "I'm glad it was you that fucked her, Martin. Are you gonna do it again?"
"Maybe. I don't know."
"Would you do something for me?"
"That depends. What?"
"Would you make me cum? I still feel funny from watching you and mom. You know, down here?" She put a hand on her twat.
"Baby, it's late, and you should be in bed."
"No, Martin. Please? Just once, and I'll go right home. I promise. Please?"
He was still trying to think of an argument against it when she lifted her nightie to show him she didn't have any panties on. The aroma of her pussy wafted up immediately to tease his nose. As he stared down at her bare little pube his dick became restless and started to swell.
"Why aren't you wearing the rest of it?"
"They got wet. When I was in mom's room. I had to take 'em off. Touch me, Martin. Please?"
Totally powerless, he rested a hand on her thigh and began massaging it, pushing his fingers up toward her cunny. She spread her knees for him and whimpered. When he felt her puffy cuntal lips, they were damp and sticky.
"Did you put a finger in your pussy?"
"Uh huh. Not much. Just a little. It didn't feel as good as when you do it." She wriggled on his lap and kissed his cheek. "Will you stick a finger in my butt, too? I want to see what it feels like. I didn't believe it when you put your cock in mom's ass. Like, wow!"
His pecker was thumping to a hard-on as he pried her vulvae apart and probed into her slick canyon. She jumped when his fingertips brushed her clit, then opened her legs even farther and swooned against him. Her trough was milky all the way down to her asshole, and her vaginal orifice was dilated.
"I really liked it when you and mom talked dirty," Tina whispered. "I never heard her say those words before. She sure liked your cock, didn't she? I bet I would, too. Oh, gosh! Oh, wow! Martin!"
Martin had slipped the end of his finger in her vagina and was twisting it around while he thumbed her clit. Her petal-like labia fluttered, and her sheath contracted on his digit. After wetting his finger thoroughly, he dropped it down to her bung.
"Honey, I'm going to feel your ass. Don't yelp or squeal now. It may feel funny at first, but I'm going to make you cum. Okay?"
"Yes, Martin!" she panted, parting her legs as far as they would go. "Yes! I want you to! Ooohhh! I wanna cum so bad!"
With an adeptness born of experience, Martin drove through her anal opening and buried his finger in her colon. Then, before she could recover, he speared his thumb into her vagina, gripping her like a bowling ball. With both tunnels slippery, he began fucking her steadily and rhythmically.
"Ooohhh, Martin!" she gushed, clutching at him with both hands. "That makes me feel so full! Are you all the way in? Oh, criminy! This is really far out! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh!"
"Not so much noise, honey," he warned. "We don't want anyone to hear us. Do you like it? Does that feel good?"
"God, it sure does! I bet I feel almost as good as my mom did when you fucked her! Jeez, Martin, can't you get any deeper? It's driving me wild! I was almost ready to cum when I came over here! Uuuhhh! Aaahhh! Hhhuuuhhh!"
Since his organ was hard but empty, Martin devoted his concentration on making the girl climax. He twisted his fingers and reamed her, pumping faster when her excited spasms nearly rolled her off his lap. She was almost like her mother when it came to sexual enjoyment, and he was sure it wouldn't take her long to cum.
"Baby! Oh, sweet! I love to fuck you like this! I love to feel your cunt and ass! You're a doll, Tina! Cum, honey! Cum! Fuck! Fuck! Let it go! Cum all over my hand!"
Tina was anything but still. Her naked legs thrashed the air, she writhed and twisted against his upright prick, and her hands clawed at his back. Then she was hunching at his fingers, trying to get more inside her.
"I'm ... almost ... going ... to ... do ... it! Martin! Oh, faster! My cunt! My ass! God! I'm gonna explode! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! It's ... coming! Now, Martin! Now! Nnnooowww! OH! OH! OH!"
A seizure gripped her, and it was all Martin could do to keep her from falling to the ground. She couldn't control her urine, and a stream of pee splashed against his wrist and arm. He saw her bite her lower lip to keep from screaming, then she went limp, sobbing, her limbs and torso lax.
It was several minutes before he thought it was safe to help her to her feet. She held on to him groggily, then managed to stand on her own. He hugged her, kissed her, then stepped back.
"Time for bed, baby. For both of us. Be careful going in, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"All right, Martin. And thanks a lot. I'll sure be able to sleep now."
He watched her safely in the cottage, then turned and went inside. When he reached his room, he flopped on the bed without undressing, too spent to care.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sleeping late was, to Martin, one of the better benefits of week-ends, and he indulged frequently. This morning he awoke refreshed, renewed, and eager for the day. The prospect of again sampling the delights of Carol Hanson, Marsha and Tina filled him with vigor. What more could a man want?
He took his time getting to the breakfast table, then wolfed down a meal of ham, eggs, and waffles. A sixth sense warned him that before Monday he was going to need all the energy he could muster. He was sipping a second cup of coffee when the phone rang and his mother answered it.
"Martin. It's Mr. Garth."
Muttering an obscenity, he rose and went to the living room. C. Ivan Garth was the principle at Jefferson, a martinet that none of the faculty could stand. No task was too small for him to delegate to someone else, as anything that hinted of work was beneath him.
"Yes, Mr. Garth.
"Martin, I'm glad I caught you at home. Did you have any pressing plans for today?"
"Well, more or less. Why?"
"I assume you're aware of the meeting on the 'Charity March' that is being held in the school auditorium today. I've been told that over two hundred students have signed up."
"Yes, I know about it."
"The march organizers, the police and myself have been alerted that there might be some, errr, difficulties. Some of the children, or so we've been told, are planning a dope and sex orgy after the meeting. I'd appreciate it if you'd go down there and protect the school's interests."
"What's the matter with the cops? Hell, I can't keep an eye on that many kids."
Garth didn't like his orders to be questioned, and his tone reflected his displeasure. "The police will be standing by, but they want to keep a low profile. They won't enter the grouns unless they're called. I suggest you leave as soon as possible. The meeting is scheduled in less than an hour."
A click on the line ended the conversation, and Martin swore again when he slammed down the receiver. Now his day was shot, and his plans blown sky high. He sighed, dialed Carol's number, and told her what had happened. After promising to call again when he got home, he went to change into his uniform.
On his way to the car Martin hesitated, then changed direction for the cottage. He wanted to explain his absence, but more than that he wanted to see the two females that had gladdened his life so abruptly.
Tina, in shorts and halter, let him in the back door. Her mother was preparing a late breakfast, wearing a sheer nightgown that he could see through when she passed in front of the windows. Gawking at her hobbling tits and the dark curls that hung down from her crotch, his prick began to swell.
"I understand, Martin," Marsha said, crowding so close he could feel her hard nipples through his shirt. "I'm sure I'll have a chance to see the trailer some other time." With her back toward Tina, she closed a hand on his stiffening dick and squeezed, smiling up at him impishly.
"Yeah. Maybe tomorrow. Well, I've got to go. See you both later."
The drive to school was pure torment. He couldn't get Marsha and Tina off his mind, and the memory of Carol's hungry mouth on his cock made sweat break out on his forehead. By the time he pulled into the parking lot his genitals were on fire and his cockhead was oozing pre-cum.
"You must be Mr. Martin," the drive chairman said, greeting him at the auditorium door. "Mr.
Garth said you were coming. I don't honestly expect any trouble, but you never can tell. Most of the marchers are here, and everything's quiet. Let's hope it stays that way."
Martin nodded to the obese woman, then went to take up a position in the wings off the stage where he could watch everything without being noticeable. In a few minutes, one of the several speakers stepped up to the rostrum to make a speech, and Martin decided to prowl around back stage.
A short stairwell opened on the corridor that led to the dressing rooms. Martin's sponge-soled shoes made no sound as he walked down the hall lit only by red-painted bulbs, checking the rooms on either side. He had nearly reached the end when human voices behind a closed door caught his attention and he stopped to listen.
"Please, Tommy, not that! I don't mind doing the other, but that'd make me sick! Please!"
"C'mon, damnit! You're the one that begged me to come down here. You said you'd do anything I wanted. Okay. I want you to take my cock in your mouth and suck it. Go on! I don't wanna get caught."
Turning the knob silently, Martin cracked the door open in time to hear a muffled sob. Helen Adams was kneeling on the floor in front of a boy he recognized as Tommy Potter. Her blouse was open, and her unfastened bra was hanging loose over her tits. Her short skirt had hiked far up her creamy thighs, and her discarded brief panties were next to her.
The boy was red-faced, standing with his feet apart and pointing his hard, hairless white peter at Helen's face. The knob of his cock was an angry purple. He moved closer and rubbed the swollen tip of his organ across the girl's lips.
"No, Tommy!" she whined, pulling back. "I'll fuck you, and I'll even let you stick it in my ass, but I can't suck it! I'd gag! Really I would!"
"Damn you!" Tommy snarled. "I don't wanna fuck you! Shit, every stud in school has done that! I want a blow job! Suck it, you goddamn prickteaser! I wanna shoot my wad in your fuckin' mouth!"
The two children were so engrossed in what they were doing they weren't paying any attention to the door. Martin debated whether to break it up, then decided Helen was only getting what she'd asked for. Perhaps after this, she would think twice before taunting him.
"I can't, Tommy! I can't! Look, let me lay down and you can fuck my pussy! It's all hot and wet! You can fuck me all you want! Or you can do it in my butt!"
"Fuckin' slut!" With his free hand, Tommy grabbed a fist full of her blonde hair and pulled her face to his dick. Then he put the head of his joint against her lips and pushed, trying to force it in her mouth. "Suck, goddamn you! Suck! Open your mouth and blow me off!"
Tears were streaming down the girl's cheeks as she parted her jaws and accepted Tommy's white, veined organ. She closed her eyes and whimpered, clutching at his legs when he started pumping his prick in and out of her mouth.
"Aaaggghhh! Hhhuuuhhh! C'mon, bitch, suck it! Suck on it hard! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Blow me! Uuunnnggghhh! Ooohhh, God!"
Martin's straining member was leaping in his jocks. He had never seen a blow job given, and watching the boy mouth-fuck excited his senses. Especially since it was Helen Adam's mouth he was screwing. The young blonde's lips were smacking on the slender white tool, and she was moaning.
"Mmmfff! Mmmfff! Uuummmfff! Uuummm! Uuummmfff!"
"Harder, whore! C'mon! I'm almost ready to cum! Suck me off! Gggoooddd! Sssuuuccckkk! Goddamn! Oh, jeez! Blow that prick! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Helen's cheeks were drawn in as she moved her cock-gorged mouth on the boy's joint. She was warming to the task as Tommy sawed his peter between her lips, and seemed to forget all about getting sick. When his humping picked up speed, she was slurping noisily.
The girl's eyes snapped open when the spurting geyser of semen splashed into her mouth. Then her throat began working rapidly as she struggled to swallow the thick gobs of stringy fuck fluid. Tommy kept his prick in her mouth, his body shaking and jerking, until the last of his jism had trickled onto her tongue. Then he backed away, chest heaving, to stare at his wilting, saliva-dripping organ.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! What did you make me do?" Helen put her hands to her face and slumped, her shoulders shaking with sobs.
"Not bad, kid," Tommy said, tucking his wet tool back in his pants. "I'll let you know when I want another suck. You do pretty good for a goddamn beginner."
Martin shut the door quickly but noiselessly, then stepped into the room across the hall. He heard Tommy leave, listened to his retreating footsteps, then waited a minute before crossing back to check on the girl. She hadn't moved, and was still crying.
"Well, what's going on here?"
At the sound of his voice, Helen's head jerked up and her face went white. Her eyes were red, and there were flecks of cum at the corners of her mouth. She grabbed up her panties and jumped to her feet, holding the bikinis behind her while she tried to button her blouse.
"I...! That is, we...! We weren't doing anything! I swear to God! Martin, we were just ... playing around!"
"So I see." He stepped over, yanked the panties from her hand, then pushed her arm away and lifted her loose bra. She had larger tits than Tina, small milk-white mounds centered with pink, dime-size nipples. "Do you always take your clothes off when you play around?"
The girl was blushing, and her eyes were round with fright. She waved her arms awkwardly, clearly trying desperately to think of an excuse for her being there half undressed. Finally, she dropped her gaze and shook her head. "No."
"No, what?"
"No, I don't usually take my clothes off."
"But you sure show off a lot, don't you. What were you up to with the Potter kid?" He was staring at the bare skin above and below her bra, and his prick was tingling.
"I was ... just showing him something, that's all."
Martin raised her short skirt to her waist and let his eyes rest on the pouting lips of her cunt and the sparse golden fuzz that covered them. The wet wisps close to her slit were darker. He sniffed the distinct odor filling the air, then asked, "Was that what you were showing him?"
Helen looked at him beseechingly, making no attempt to cover her exposed pussy. "Martin, you won't turn me in, will you? Jeez, my mother'd die if she knew! And I'd be kicked out of school!"
He kept the skirt up, scanning her trim legs, pussy, and the indentation between her thighs and her abdomen. If Tommy had been right, and she had screwed around that much, she could undoubtedly take his prick. The very thought of those youthful legs wrapped around him and her slippery twat sliding over his dick was creating a lust that was urgent and demanding.
"Why should I do you any favors?"
"Oh, Martin, please? I'm sorry I teased you! I promise I won't do it any more! Let me go!"
"Turn around," he ordered. "I want to see if you've got any semen on you."
"Oh, God, don't!" she cried, covering her face as she obeyed. "We didn't do that! I swear! We didn't!"
"Bend over. All the way down. And spread your feet."
"Yes, Martin. Just don't tell on me. I'll do anything if you don't tell."
After tossing her skirt over her back, Martin got down on one knee behind her. Placing his thumbs on her cuntal lips and buns he pried them apart to stare into the creamy cleft. Her asshole was puckered tight, but her vaginal opening was dilated and weeping mucous. Her thin, salmon-tinted labia was fluttering, and her clit was peeking out of its sheath.
The urge to shove his face into her gaping maw and lick the tender flesh was almost overpowering. Only minutes before she had been hot and ready to fuck. He was sure that a little laving with his tongue would bring her off in no time at all. As he stared at the luscious crevice with dewy droplets clinging to its walls, he ignored the fact they were at school and that there was a crowd of people almost above them.
"See, Martin? We didn't, just like I said."
"I know. I watched you suck him off. What did it taste like, Helen? Did it feel good in your mouth?" He wanted to, but couldn't tear his eyes from her juicy twat.
"Oh, noooo!" she groaned. "Did you see us? Oh, please! Let me go home! I'm scared!"
His throat was constricted, and when he spoke, he was hoarse. "How many other kids have you sucked?"
"None! That's the truth!"
"How many have you fucked?"
"Just ... only two! I'm not lying! Can't I go, now?"
"Don't move." Getting to his feet, Martin went over to close and lock the door. Then he walked back behind her and put his hands on her naked hips. "What do I get out of it if I let you leave and don't say anything?"
"Whatever you want. I'll wash your car and clean your house for a month. I'll mow your yard or whatever."
"That's not what I had in mind." He moved up until the bulge in his pants was pressed into the crack of her ass.
"Oh," she said weakly. "Is that what you want? If I let you, will you promise not to tell on me? I mean, cross your heart and everything?"
"Sure, but you have to be good. You have to do whatever I say. All right?"
She was silent for a moment, then nodded her head. "Okay. Only you have to be real careful. You're bigger than the kids I let do it before. Don't hurt me."
"I won't. Move over to that dressing table and lean on it."
While Helen got into place, Martin removed his gun belt and opened his fly. Still staring at her ripe asscheeks, he worked his rigid poker out and stroked the aching member before going over to her. A spasm rocked her when he inserted the flaming head of his tool in her anal trough.
"Easy, baby. You'll be fine. Once it's in, you'll like it."
The girl sniffled while he slid the cockknob down her crack, over her anus, and into the fluid-filled chasm of her twat. She was too short to fuck in that position, so he reached around to grasp the front of her bare thighs.
"Hold onto the table, honey. I'm gonna pick your legs up. Just relax and don't fight me."
He lifted her feet off the floor and, holding her like a wheelbarrow, wormed the tip of his inflamed pecker into her steamy opening. The lubricated orifice expanded easily over the bulbous head, and then clamped on his tendoned shaft.
"Ooohhh, heavens!" Helen yelped. "My gosh, I didn't know it was going to be that big! I don't think I can take it! Oh, God! It feels like a fist!"
"You're okay. Hang on, now. I'm gonna give you a ride."
Bowing his head to look at her rosy ass and watch his plowing cock, Martin shoved his hips forward. The elastic tunnel rubbed excitingly on his piston, sucking it as he drove it deeper. She moaned, but didn't cry out until the head of his gigantic organ was pulsing against her womb.
"Martin! Oh, Jesus, that's got to be all of it! I can't take any more! It feels like it's coming out my throat! Ooohhh, God! Hhhuuunnnhhh!
Aaaggghhh! It's splitting me apart! You're too goddamn big! Gggaaahhh! Uuuhhh!"
Paying no heed to her, he began stroking his prick in her cock-gripping sheath, withdrawing to the end, then plunging it in again. After the first thrust his prick hair was matted with vaginal milk. When his dick was well oiled, he started picking up speed, stuffing himself into her faster and faster, hitting her so hard her buns jiggled.
"Fuck, Helen! Fuck! Ooohhh, Christ, what a cunny! You're tight as hell, baby! Uuunnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Now you know what a man's prick feels like! Aaaggghhh! Unf! Unf! Unf!"
"Martin, I'm getting awfully hot! Your cock feels real good! Don't hold back! Gimme all of it! Hhhuuuhhh! Hhhuuuhhh! It's better than the others! Honest! Fuck me! I wanna cum real hard! Fuck me! Fffuuuccckkk! Aaahhh! Aaahhh!"
Her asscheeks were clenched together and her legs were trembling in his hands. The wet sounds of fucking seemed to fill the room as he stabbed her pussy repeatedly, slamming his monstrous organ into her twat as far as it would go. The girlish cunt was sucking him off gloriously, and he was nearly ready to cum.
When he felt a new warmth on his prick, Martin lunged hard, then again, and again. Then his pecker was spitting scalding fuck juice into her, each jet an explosion that ripped through him like a tidal wave. The spewing gusher continued for a full five seconds, and when it stopped he pulled out his dripping rod and lowered her to the floor.
"Ooohhh!" A large blob of cream fell from her cunt and splattered between her feet. "Ooohhh! Goooood! I darn near blew my mind! Uuunnnhhh!"
"You're not through yet," he said, watching the steady drops of cum drip from her crotch. "Lick me off."
She turned around and smiled at him with a half-lidded look of extreme contentment. "That's okay. I liked what you did to me. It was the first time I really had a climax. I feel great, now."
Martin was at a loss for words when she knelt down, opened her mouth, and began swabbing his cock with her tongue. He had intended to shame her, make her feel guilty, hurt her. But she had liked his fucking her, and was attacking his cum-covered rod hungrily. When she was through, he put his penis away and zipped up his fly.
"I guess that makes us even, doesn't it?"
"If you want it that way," she said, rising. "Only I was kinda hoping we could do more. You could teach me a lot. And I think it would be neat for us to get into bed together naked."
He was buckling on his gun belt and trying to think of a rebuttal. "Why the big change? I thought you liked to see me squirm."
"Oh, you mean me grabbing your prick in the halls?" She sidled over and put her hands on his shoulders. "Really and truly, I wasn't trying to be mean. I just liked feeling your cock. It was always so big and hard. Know what? I've even dreamed about holding it and feeling it in my pussy."
"Sure," he said disdainfully. "That's why you were down here with Tommy."
"Him? Heck. He's just a boy. You've got a real prick. Can I come to your house sometime? I'd like to have you get on top of me and really fuck me."
"We'll see. Right now I have to get back to work. You make yourself scarce. I don't want to see you around the rest of the day."
"All right. Soon as I clean up."
The audience was filing up on stage for their donation kits when Martin returned to the auditorium. He waited around dutifully until the last person had left the building, then checked all the windows and doors before going to his car. It was too late to catch Marsha before she started getting ready for work, and too early for Tina. Driving home, he thought about Carol and wondered what her pussy was like.
When he drove up to his house and parked, Tina came flying across the yards, her face aglow. She pulled up in front of him, breathlessly excited, and dug her nails into his arm.
"Guess what, Martin? Mom says I can sleep in the trailer, if it's okay with you. We'll be able to make love all night. Won't that be super?"
He glanced around to make sure his mother couldn't hear. "Yeah, honey. That'll be nice. What's your mother doing now?"
"Getting dressed. Jeez, I can hardly wait. Tonight you can put your cock in my ass, just like you did mom."
"Baby, that's impossible and you know it."
"No, it isn't. I tried it. I can do it."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Tina leaned against the car and pulled him closer. "I did it with a pop bottle. As big as your cock. While mom was at the store. It hurt at first, but I put some lotion on it and it went in real easy. I'll bring some tonight."
Groaning with exasperation, Martin put a hand on his brow and rubbed it. "Little girl, you're out of your mind. Do you think I'd take a chance on hurting you? If I tore your hole, it would take an operation to fix it. Forget it."
Her eyes saddened and she folded her arms. "Dam. I don't see why you can't. I'm almost as big as my mom. And that pop bottle was pretty big, too. You could at least try it."
Martin relented, realizing she would require a longer explanation of why he couldn't than he had given her. "All right. Well discuss it later. Now, would you mind finding something to do? I want to go see your mother. Privately."
"Okay, but don't forget about tonight."
He waded through the grass and walked up to the front door of the cottage. Because of Carol and Tina, he had to find out if Marsha was going to want to fuck when she got off work. If he had a choice, he'd much rather fuck a beautiful woman than a homely one, or didle around with a child when there was a hot, mature cunt to screw.
"Anybody home?"
"Martin? Come on in. I'm in the bedroom."
When he reached her room, he found her in front of the mirror, tying her long hair up. She was wearing only her white panty hose that displayed a dark bushy vee of pubic hair, and her bare breasts were flopping. Her other clothes were laid out neatly on the bed, so he leaned against the door.
"I'm glad you came over," she said, looking at his reflection. "I wanted to talk to you."
"Oh? About what?"
"Tina. She's really gone on you, you know. And at her age, she's curious as hell. She's been pestering me with questions all day."
"So? I don't think I'm following you."
Marsha put the last strand in place, then moved to the bed to cup her enormous tits into a bra. "So I'm a nurse, and a damn good one, but I get tongue-tied when it comes to telling a kid about sex. Especially about male equipment. And I've heard from people at the hospital what Jefferson school is like."
Martin was disappointed when she stepped into her slip and hid her cunt and ass. "What's that got to do with me?"
"I'm going to have to sit down with her and have a long talk about sex." She dropped her uniform over her head. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I'd like you to be there. Maybe you could fill in what I leave out."
He choked, and coughed to clear his throat. "Well, I guess I could."
"It's serious, Martin. Believe me. Know what she asked me this noon? Whether it's more fun to get fucked in the pussy, or the ass."
CHAPTER NINE
Martin left the cottage filled with misgivings. He had agreed to sit in on Marsha's sex lecture with Tina against his will, was troubled by the blunt questions the girl had been asking, and hadn't gotten a commitment from the brunette about later on that night.
Recalling the sexless years when he had been forced to resort to his fist, he felt he should be grateful for the sudden turn of events that had afforded him so much pussy. Yet he was sad. It seemed that he was getting in over his head, and that when the bubble burst, he would be in serious trouble.
There was a note on the dining room table from his mother stating that she had gone to visit a sick friend and that she wouldn't be home until late the next day. Though he hated to fend for himself, he was glad for the chance to be alone for a while to sort out his thoughts.
He called Carol and told her he would be over in an hour or so, then took off his uniform and showered. Putting on a pair of boxer shorts, he got a cold beer from the kitchen and went into the living room to relax. He had just picked up the newspaper when there was a knock at the back door. Certain it was Tina, he called out for her to come in.
"How come you don't have any clothes on? Isn't your mom home?" She was wearing a low-cut summer dress that buttoned all the way down the front.
"No. What do you want?"
"Mom just left, so I came over to get the key to the trailer. I'm gonna take out some sheets and stuff and make up the bed." She came over to stand in front of him. "I want it real nice when we sleep together."
Martin put the paper aside and looked at her solemnly. "I still haven't made up my mind that it's a good idea. With your mother so close, it's risky."
"Oh, please don't change your mind." Tina leaned over to put her hands on his shoulders. The front of her dress sagged, revealing bare flesh all the way down to her navel. "I've been counting on it so much."
"I know." While staring at the tiny nipples on her flat chest, he placed his palms on the backs of her thighs and began rubbing them up toward her ass. When he reached her buttocks, he found naked flesh instead of panties. "Why aren't you wearing underwear?"
The girl giggled, then kissed him, shoving her legs between his knees. " 'Cause I thought you'd like me like this. When you want to do something, all I have to do is yank my dress off."
His prick started inching out of his shorts, growing larger with each pulse beat as he cupped her smooth buns and caressed them. He knew she had come over with the deliberate intention of goading him, but that knowledge had no effect on his prick at all. His sex organ was eager to taste the young tease.
"You know you're nothing but a little whore?"
Her tinkling laughter rang out, and she reached down to curl her fingers around his hardening joint. "Maybe I am, but only with you. Talk dirty to me, Martin. It really turns me on."
"Damn you." He slipped his fingers into the crevice of her ass and began teasing her anus. She was too delicious to refuse. The searing pangs of lust were already burning through him, and his distended piston was dancing in her grip. "You're a little fucker. A cocksucker. You're in love with my cock, and you like to drink my cum."
Tina whimpered and tightened her fist on his dick. "Yes, Martin! Oh, yes! More! Tell me more!"
He felt a shiver of delight race through her when he pushed the tip of his finger into her bung. The heat he felt was maddening. "You're a slut. All you think about is cocks. You want a prick in your mouth, and in your cunt, and in your ass. You want me to stick my fingers in you and fuck you."
"Uuuhhh hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Talk to me, Martin! I'm getting real hot! Hhhuuuhhh!"
"I like to feel your titties and suck on 'em. I like to get down between your legs and lick your cunny. I like to push my tongue in your pussy and make you cum."
"Ooohhh, Martin! Martin! Your prick is so hard! I want you to fuck me so bad! I want you to fuck me like you did mom! And I want to suck you! I want to taste your cum! Ooohhh! Oh, God! I can hardly stand up! Let me sit in your lap!"
He helped her crawl up. She fitted her knees on either side of his hips, pressing her puffy cuntal lips against his erect joint, then pulled the dress off over her head and threw it on the floor.
"Baby! Oh, honey!" With his gigantic hard-on leaping between their bellies, he drew her closer and shoved his finger deeper into her rectum. Then he covered a nipple with his lips and began sucking. "Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuummmfff!"
"Woooowww! Ooohhh, jeez! I think I'm gonna cum! Suck my ninnies! Gosh! I can feel your finger in my cunt! Really! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Martin! Don't stop! Aaaggghhh!"
Her hands were roving over his neck and shoulders, and she was hunching her twat against is upright pole. Her writhing and humping was driving him wild, and he was beginning to lose all sense of time and place. The sensuous child, no longer innocent, was thriving on their sex and giving birth to a lustful craving within him that he had tried to subdue.
The girl's nails raked his back and she mashed her twat against his dick. Her cuntal lips splayed out over his joint, and he could feel her cunt juice wetting his shaft. When she arched her back he had to grab quickly to keep her from toppling off onto the floor.
"Ooohhh!" she moaned, pulling herself up. "That was the hardest ever! Do it some more! I never want to quit! Never!"
Her turbulent orgasm had caused something to snap in Martin's mind. He no longer cared about the consequences or whether he would hurt her. His sole desire was to cram his prick into this wanton child and feel the steamy heat of her on his thrumming tool.
"You'll get more!" he said gratingly. "You're gonna get what you asked for! Raise up!"
When she lifted her hips, he scooted down in the chair and took hold of his bloated member.
Training his gaze on her crotch, he parted her pouting cuntal lips with his cockhead and worked it up and down, greasing it with her vaginal syrup. He felt her shudder and heard her gasp as the knob rubbed her clit and weeping hole.
"Are you going to fuck me, Martin? Are you really going to stick it in me?"
"That's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to feel my cock in you? Okay. Now let's see if you can take it."
After positioning the cream-covered tip of his pecker on her anus, he put both hands on her hips. Then, still staring at the girl's hairless pube that was glistening with moisture, he began forcing her down. Her pucker string stretched, and stretched some more. Then the head was in, bathing in the heat of her anal cavity.
"WWW AAAHHH! EEEYYYOOOWWW! MARTIN! IT'S BIGGER THAN THE POP BOTTLE! MAMA! AAAGGGHHH! OOOHHH!"
"Hush! The worst is over. Relax. I'm gonna give you all of it. Then I'm gonna fuck you till I cum."
She reamined tense and rigid, but he continued spearing his prick into her rectum, feeling the walls of her colon glide soothingly over his sensitive glans. He didn't stop until her asscheeks were flattened on his thighs and her leaking cunt was mashed against his pelvis.
Tina's forehead was resting on his, and tears were dripping onto his chest though she wasn't crying. He let his cock soak for a minute until she got used to it and began kissing her face, neck and shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Martin. I didn't mean to be such a baby. You didn't hurt me that bad. I guess it just scared me."
"That's all right. Better now?"
"Uh huh. Lots. You know, I can feel your prick in my cunt."
"Yes, I know. Do you suppose you can cum when I fuck your ass?"
"I'm not sure, but I'll try. It's so darn big! God!"
"Can you squeeze it like you do when you have to take a shit but you can't?"
"I dunno. Lemme see. Like that?"
She began clenching her rectal muscles on his embedded tool, making them contract and open. It was like having a hot sucking mouth on his dick.
"Just like that, baby. Now, keep doing that while I fuck you. It makes it a lot better for both of us."
"Okay." She buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Go ahead. Do me just like you did my mom."
Holding her hips steady, Martin withdrew his piston until only the knob was inside, then shoved it back in slowly. The tight, well-oiled sphincter slid up and down his poker like pursed lips.
"Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Gosh, Martin, you go so far inside me! It's hard to tell whether you're in my pussy or my ass! Ooohhh, wow! Now I know why my mom likes it this way! Uuunnnggghhh!"
He was fucking her steadily, speeding up the rhythm gradually as his jizz began to flow. Her rectum was as thrilling as a pussy, and he wanted to make it last as long as possible, but he had gotten too hot and knew he couldn't hold back for long.
"Baby! Ooohhh, fuck! Fuck! Your ass is terrific! It's so warm and snug. You're my little whore, aren't you? My little fucking whore! Uuunnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Jesus, Tina! You are something else! Fuck, honey! Fuck!"
"Yes! Fuck! Fffuuuccckkk! I love your big old prick in me! Uuuhhh! Aaahhh! It's so gooood! Gggaaahhh! Oh, faster, Martin! I'm your whore! Fuck me faster! Make me cum! I'm your fucking slut! Hhhuuuhhh! Hhhuuuhhh!"
Martin was lurching off the cushion, relentlessly driving his pole in to the hilt. Her colon was deep, hot, and she was using her muscles as well as her mother had. Cum was streaking toward his dick, roiling through his groin.
"Tina! I'm almost ready to cum! Fuck, baby! Fuck! Squeeze my cock hard! Oh, shit! Oh, Christ! TIIIINA! UNGH! UNGH! OH, DAMN! FUUUCK!
WWWHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH! UNF! UNF! UNF!"
"IT'S SHOOTING IN ME, MARTIN! I CAN FEEL IT! IT'S LIKE AN ENEMA! MMMAAAMMMAAA! HHHUUUHHH! OH! OH! I'M CUMING TOOOO! GGGAAAHHH! HHHUUUHHH! UH! UH! UH! UH!"
Wrapping his arms around her, Martin held the girl tight as his jerking cock shot wad after wad of jizz into her. They were both quaking and gasping, enveloped in their tiny world of mutual orgasm. At last Martin's ejaculation ceased, and he breathed a sigh of glorious relief.
"Tina, I can't tell you how much you pleased me."
"You pleased me, too. Golly! I'm too weak to move. You made me cum so hard!"
"That's the way it's supposed to be. Hang on, now, and I'll take you to the bathroom."
He pushed forward and stood up with his prick still impaled in her ass. She locked her legs around his hips and he carried her off down the hall. In the bath, he lifted the toilet lid, then slowly slithered his pecker from her bung and sat her down.
"Does your ass hurt?" he asked, wetting a cloth to wipe the brown streaks and cum from his tool.
"Not too much. I'll be okay. Anyway, it was worth it."
When they were through, he took her back to the living room and handed her dress to her. Then he took a key from the desk and put it in her hand.
"I'm going away for a while, but you can do what you want in the trailer. I may be late, so don't wait up for me."
"Aw, jeez, do you have to go? We were just getting started."
"Don't be greedy. We'll have plenty of time. And be damn careful if you take a candle out there. Okay?"
"Yeah. I suppose. Don't be too late, though."
After hearing the screen door slam, Martin dressed and got ready to go. He hoped Carol planned on feeding him, as his stomach was growling. As soon as he checked the house, he went out to the car and started across town, smiling confidently. Tina's brazen yearning for his prick had been a boost to his ego, and all doubts about his virility had vanished.
Carol had an apartment in a small complex guarded by trees and bushes. She met him at the door, wearing a blue kimono with Oriental designs and smelling faintly of booze. Inside, her place was tastefully furnished and roomy. Before he had a chance to take a chair, she had her arms around his neck and was smothering him with wet kisses.
"Hey, honey!" He backed away quickly, but managed a smile. "It's only me."
"Yes, and you've been keeping me waiting for almost two whole days. Drink, or a beer?"
"A beer would be fine." He sat on the couch and looked around, seeing part way into the kitchen and noticing two doors that he assumed must lead to the bedroom and bath.
"Here you go. Nice and cold. Did you find your way okay?"
"Uh huh."
She sat down next to him and drew her legs up, showing him a vast expanse of creamy thighs, and looked at him with a seductive smirk. "I hope you haven't been playing around since I saw you. I've got big plans for tonight."
"You have, huh? Well, I'm ready for anything."
"We'll see." She took a sip of her drink. "You know, Martin, it's not easy for me to get a man to my apartment. That is, it takes more than what I've got between my legs to make him keep coming back."
"Why do you say that?"
"Let's face it. I'm not the best looking broad around. A man likes something nice to look at when he's fucking. I do have a pretty good figure, but that doesn't seem to be enough."
He thought she was talking in circles, but nodded just the same, hoping she would get to the point sooner or later.
"So, I have to offer a little more than the next gal. I try to find out what a certain guy likes, and make it available for him if I can."
"Oh, I get it. You think all I'm interested in is blow jobs."
"No, that's not it at all. All guys like to be sucked off. And I'm sure you'd enjoy fucking me if I laid down and spread my legs. But a cunt is a cunt, and I doubt if you'd come back unless you were desperate."
"Now, look, I don't think you're all that bad. You've got a lot...."
She held up her hand and silenced him. "No bullshit, please. I've already been through it. You like girls, don't you, Martin? Young ones, I mean. Tender your quim like the kids at school make your cock hard as a rock just thinking about dicking them. Am I right?"
"Yes. I told you about it. What's that got to do with us?"
Carol smiled and swallowed half of her highball. "I need an edge in order to keep a man around. Something that'll lure him back to my bed over and over again. And frankly, you've got a prick that I want."
"All right. Go on."
She leaned close and rested a hand on his fly, gently rubbing his dick while she looked at him. "Martin, I can get you young girls. As many as you want. I can bring 'em up here and you can fuck your balls off, as long as I get my share of your cock."
"You want to pimp for me?" The question came out as a croak.
"Yes. I know quite a few little girls that want my pussy and want me to eat them. I could make it with them, but only if they'd fuck you, too. A lot of them would. That way we'd both get what we want."
"Jesus Christ, you're serious!" He shook his head to clear it, then drained his can of beer. "We'd never get away with it."
"Sure, we would. Think about it while I show you part of what you'd be getting."
Putting her glass down, Carol got up and opened her robe. Shrugging it off her shoulders, she moved around to face him. Her tits were large but still firm, the dark areoles around her nipples large and inviting. The dense patch of fleece covering her pelvis and pussy was dark and curly, completely hiding her slit.
She turned around slowly, letting him see a shape that any woman would envy. Then she spread her feet wide and put both hands on her twat to part the hairy lips of her snatch. The shiny crevice was bright pink, and with the large petals of her labia folded back, he could see her erect clit and the drooling opening to her vagina.
"Not too bad, is it? I mean, if it was dark you'd think you were fucking somebody pretty special, wouldn't you?"
Martin could only grunt and nod. She had a figure as good or better than Marsha's, and his pecker was already straining to get in her. He wished now he had come over last night and fucked her senseless.
"I can see you're impressed, but that's not all of it." She twisted her head and called, "Okay, dear. It's time for you to come out, now."
Martin looked up and saw what he thought was an apparition in a doorway. It was Helen Adams. The girl was wearing a red bra with the center of the cups cut out that made her tiny tits seem larger. Around her hips was a red garter belt that was attached to the black nylons on her beautiful legs. She, wore no panties, but had on red high heels.
"Good Lord!" His roving eyes had stopped on the girl's pouting cunt that was covered with almost invisible down.
"Good," Carol said. "I think we've accomplished our task, Helen. His mouth is watering, so he must surely have a hard-on."
When the girl approached him, swaying her hips seductively," Martin swallowed hard and blinked. "Where in the hell did you get that outfit?"
"Carol bought it for me. It's really neat, don't you think?"
"All right, Martin," Carol said, coming over to take him by the arm and pull him up. "It's your turn to show off now. Take your clothes off and let us get a good look at that fabulous prick."
Benumbed, he began undressing, all the while flashing his glance back and forth between the two females. His cock was so hard it hurt. Never before had he had two females at once, and the idea was dizzying.
"My God, will you look at that hunk of meat, Helen? That's what every woman dreams about. And tonight we've got it all to ourselves. Hurry, Martin! You're going to make us cum just looking at you!"
He hurriedly finished, tossing his things onto a chair, then stood before them naked, his magnificent joint angling up from his pelvis like a bent flagpole. Shimmering drops of fluid were hanging in his pee slit, falling off when his dick jerked.
"And those balls!" Carol groaned. "There must be a quart of jizz in them! Oh, Martin! My cunt is burning up!"
"What are we going to do, Carol?" Helen asked timidly.
"Yeah," Martin echoed, "this is your party. What's going to come first? I can't handle you both at the same time."
"Of course you can. I know you want Helen right away, but I've got to have some of that peter, too. Would you like to eat her and fuck me in the mouth?"
"Sure. Just show me how."
Carol took two throw pillows off the couch and dropped them on the floor. Then she guided Helen over and had her lay down with her knees drawn up. When the girl was in place, she got down on her back below Helen, resting her head on a pillow.
"All right, Martin. Mount me and put your prick in my mouth, then you can tongue Helen off while you screw me orally."
He stood looking at the two waiting cunts, wondering how Carol had talked the girl into it while his nuts sucked up into his crotch. Then he sank down to straddle the woman and stretch out with his face inches from the young blonde's pussy. Carol helped him get his organ between her lips, then began fondling his balls when he started stroking his dick into her mouth.
"I really wanted this, Martin," Helen moaned. "Nobody's ever eaten my cunny before. No guy, I mean. Please make me cum. I want to so bad."
"I'll sure try, baby. Put your legs on my back."
The aromatic smell of Helen's twat was fogging his brain as he bent down to kiss and nuzzle her snatch. The instant his lips touched her she began to writhe, lifting her hips to mash her cunny against his mouth. He dipped his tongue into the dewy valley and began flicking her tiny clit back and forth while he sucked on it. At the same time, he was pumping his tool in the woman's mouth, sending it deeper with each thrust and marveling again at the tremendous suction she could apply.
"Oh, Martin! God! You lick as good as Carol! Hhhuuuhhh! I don't believe it! It's so fucking good! Eat me, Martin, eat me! Fuck me with your tongue! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! It's as good as a fuck! Ooohhh! Hhhuuuhhh!"
The blonde's vulvae and labia were fanned out over his nose and cheeks as he lowered his mouth to her weeping cunt hole. As he stabbed his tongue into her vagina and savored the liquid that trickled into his mouth, he extended his arms and put his hands on her tiny tits.
"UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMMFFF!" Carol was sucking hard on his thrusting joint, and swabbing it with her tongue. While she fondled his nuts, she reached around his hip to embed a finger in his rectum.
Martin was fucking the woman's mouth faster now, driving his cockhead down her throat with each plunge. Helen's garter snaps were scraping his ears and her spiked heels were digging into his back, but he took no notice of either. The two wild cunts were blowing his mind, and he was giddy with happiness.
"EEEAAATTT MMMEEE!" Helen squealed. "HHHUUUHHH! MARTIN! OH, FUCK! FUCK!
He couldn't hold back the eruption that he felt building in his pelvis. The flooding gusher had to be released. When the molten cum reached his prick, he stopped pumping and let the torrent of jizz pour down Carol's throat, feeling her swallow as rapidly as she could.
Helen clamped his head with her thighs and pulled his face hard against her pussy while she shook and quivered with orgasm. Then she relaxed, whimpering like an animal in pain.
It took a few moments for everyone to get their breath back and several more for them to untangle. Then Martin stood up and staggered back to the couch where he sagged down.
"Jesus! That was some experience! You gals could kill me!"
"No way, lover." Carol laughed as she sat up. "I'm going to keep you alive at least long enough to get that cock in my cunt. Helen, get him a beer, will you? I think he needs it."
CHAPTER TEN
It was impossible for Martin to keep his eyes off Helen. Dressed in the sexy mature attire, she was the embodiment of seductiveness. With her blossoming pink-nippled titties poking out of the bra, her ass and cunt bared, and her well-proportioned legs sheathed in black nylon, she was the very picture of what men yearned for and seldom got.
Though he had just spewed a load of jizz down Carol's gullet, and it was less than an hour since he spit his wad into Tina's young ass, he still had an erection and was sure he could get off again in Helen's twat. The trouble was, Carol wanted to be fucked, and as hostess, she had the right to demand his attention.
"Is something bothering you, Martin?" Carol asked. She had drawn up her legs and rested her cheek on her knees, leaving her fur-rimmed cuntal trough open to view.
"No. Just thinking, that's all."
"Some thinking. You look like you'd be willing to rape Helen in the street at First and Main in broad daylight. Does she turn you on that much?"
"Well, how do you expect me to look? I've never seen a young kid dressed like that. Hell yes, it turns me on."
Helen smiled at him appreciatively, her eyes sparkling with pride, but Carol frowned as she pushed herself to her feet.
"Maybe I did too good a job on her," the woman said, rubbing a hand on the dark curly wool covering her pussy. "I suppose you'd rather fuck her."
From the way she was talking, it was plain that Helen hadn't told about the incident beneath the auditorium. He forced a grin and shook his head. "She'll be back, won't she? I'll have another shot at her. Why don't you just tell me how you'd like to get screwed, and we'll get with it."
Her face softened, and a hungry look came into her eyes. She sank back to the floor, put the pillow under her ass, then spread her legs. "I'm ready, Martin, and I think you're in for a surprise."
He took a last swallow of his beer, then slid to his knees and crawled over to her. The gaping maw of her twat was pink and wet, and her dilated cuntal orifice was oozing liquid that trickled down over her asshole. Her clit was standing up like a tiny finger, quivering and vibrating. For a brief moment, Martin had a ridiculous desire to dive into her inviting snatch and drown himself.
Carol opened her arms and closed them around him when he laid down on top of her, feeling her hard nipples punch into his chest. Then she drew her knees up to his armpits and locked her ankles on his back.
"Give it to me hard and fast, Martin," she panted. "I'm too fucking hot to play around. I'll probably cum five times before you get your gun off."
Glancing up, Martin saw that Helen had moved to a chair directly in front of him, and had spread her legs to aim her pussy directly at his face. His prick was leaping when he put his cockhead in Carol's slick gash and began moving it down to her hole.
"There, darling!" Carol moaned. "Now, shove it in! All the way in! Fuck me, Martin! Give me every last inch of that gorgeous cock!"
He braced his knees, gripped her shoulders, and pressed his hips forward. When his knob penetrated, and her hot tunnel began closing around his joint, amazement struck him with the force of a mule's kick. He looked down at her with jaws open and eyes bulging.
It was the tighest cunt he had ever been in, bar none!
Carol smiled, then nuzzled his neck while she raised her hips to force him deeper into her belly. "See? I told you, you'd be surprised. It's just like a virgin cunny, isn't it?"
Martin was too stunned to make a reply. The walls of her sheath had his organ in a vise-like grip. He couldn't believe that a pussy could be so tight. When he had the full length of his tool speared into her, his head sagged and he groaned with ecstatic elation.
"Ooohhh, honey!" She put her hands on his ass and tried to pull him farther inside her. "Jesus! You're a fucking stallion! For God's sake, fuck me! I'm ready to cum NOW!"
Still awe-struck, Martin began sawing his prick in and out of her slippery tube, his balls slapping repeatedly against her anus. Her pussy was tighter than an ass, better than a mouth. Each time he lunged in to bang his cockhead against her womb, her vulvae and labia squished out over his groin, and his scrotum was wet with her mucous.
"More, baby, more!" she was crying out, her body never still, her heels digging into his back. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Martin! I'm going off! Uuuhhh! Hhhuuuhhh! Oh! Oh!"
Sperm was pouring out of his tingling balls, beginning its journey to his straining pole as he hammered at Carol's sopping twat feverishly. He had never had a fuck like it, so wild and frantic, and he could feel the delicious sensation throughout his body.
"Carol! Uuunnnggghhh! Unf! Unf! Unf! Oh, damn! You're gonna get my balls this time! Ungh!
Ungh! Fuck! Fuck! Ooohhh, Christ! I've never felt anything like your cunt! Uh! Uh! Uh!"
In his state of intense rapture, Martin raised his head to look around with glassy eyes. He was still stroking his pecker into Carol relentlessly when his vision cleared and he saw what Helen was doing in the chair.
The blonde had lifted her parted legs, and was stabbing her pussy viciously with two fingers while she squeezed one of her small orbs. There was an expression of naked lust on her pretty face, and she was lurching at her dripping fingers as though she was trying for an orgasm to end all orgasms.
"Again, Martin!" Carol shrieked. "I'm cumming again! Huh! Huh! Huh! Oh, you beautiful fucker! Your prick! Fuck me! Fffuuuccckkk mmmeee! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ooohhh! Aaaggghhh!"
Continuing to gape at the squirming, finger-fucking girl, Martin felt the river of scalding sperm coarse toward his dick. He was too far gone to check it, too giddy to attempt to stop the eruption. The room seemed to rotate, as though he was seeing it from under water, and then his cock was spurting sizzling jism into Carol's writhing snatch.
Through mist-covered eyes, Martin watched Helen achieve her climax. The girl's legs shot in the air, toes curled, and her lips pulled back to reveal clenched teeth. She cried out once, a long mournful moan, then her legs fell to the floor and she slumped back weakly in the chair.
"That was marvelous, darling," Carol said, uncoiling herself from around him. "No matter what happens, that was a fuck I'll never forget. You're the kind of man every woman needs."
"Thanks." He wormed his soaked tool from her twat and rolled off her onto the rug. "God! You're too much! Can I have something to wipe off with?"
"No!" Helen hurried over to kneel next to his hip. "I want to lick you off! Can I? It tastes so good! Please?"
"Sure, go ahead. Make sure you get it all, though."
When the girl bend down to slather her tongue all over his cock and balls, Carol raised up on an elbow and put a hand on his chest. "Coming back for more, dearest?"
"Damn right! You couldn't keep me away. A cunt like yours doesn't come along every day."
"And then there's Helen."
"Yes, and then there's Helen." He lifted his head to watch the young nymph swab his prick with her pink tongue. "She's really going to be a fucker when she gets older. She's not doing too bad now."
"Don't I know it. She's going to be competition, but I don't mind as long as you fuck me, too. And there'll be other girls. I guarantee it. You may not know it, but before long you're going to have a harem."
I already have one, Martin thought. Christ! I've got more ass than I know what to do with. How in the hell am I going to keep up with all this cunt?
"Carol, have you got something to eat? I'm starved."
"Of course." She stood up. "I'll go get it ready. My, Helen certainly loves your prick, doesn't she?"
When the woman went into the kitchen, Helen stopped lapping at his genitals and moved up to whisper to him. "Martin, you don't think I'm bad, do you?"
"No. Why should I?"
"Well, 'cause I like to fuck, and 'cause I played around with Carol. I only did it with her so I could get you. After you fucked me this morning, I knew I wanted your cock all the time. No kidding, I'll do anything you say if you'll just keep on screwing me.
He put a hand between her thighs and felt her warm, wet pussy. "As often as I can, baby. I promise."
"After we eat, can I suck you off? I'd really like it if you'd cum in my mouth. I don't think Carol would mind."
"Maybe she wouldn't, but I would. You gals have drained me dry. We'll have to wait till the next time."
"Okay. I guess I can wait. But seeing you at school is really gonna tear me up. I'll be my cunt'll get wet every time."
Pulling her up, he sucked each of her nipples for a moment while he fingered her sopping snatch. "You're a doll, Helen. I'll think of something so we can get together when you're hot."
They didn't bother to dress before sitting down at the table, and Martin enjoyed looking at their tits while he wolfed down Carol's excellent cooking. Several times, his mind wandered off to the cottage and the trailer behind it, but he managed to keep up with the conversation. After the meal, he let himself be talked into one more beer before leaving.
He sat on the couch between them, with Helen's small hand stroking his prick and Carol fondling his balls while they watched television, then he got up to dress.
"Do you really have to go?" Carol asked plaintively. "I arranged for Helen to stay overnight, and we could have another threesome when you're ready."
"I'd like to, but I can't. You two can romp together. I need a rest. Call me tomorrow, and I'll try to make it over."
He kissed each of them at the door, copping one last feel of their tits and twats, then left. On the way to the car, he could feel the soreness in his thigh muscles and wondered if exercise would help. Then he headed for his favorite tavern and some relaxation before he went home.
George was behind the bar when he got there, talking to the only two customers in the place. He took a stool and waited till the bartender came up. "How come you're working? Where's Andy?"
"Ahh, that jerk?" George replied, drawing a beer. "Know what that fink did? He got so fuckin' horny last night, he laid a broad right here! Right on that table over there! He was pourin' the coals to her when a customer came in and called the cops. How's that for bein' stupid? Shit!"
"Who was the woman?"
"Woman hell, it was a girl! A kid! That redhead I was tellin' you about that goes to Jefferson. Wasn't no one in here, and she came in for a bottle of pop. Then she starts flashin' her pussy and talkin' dirty. Andy took it as long as he could, then he jumped her. I told you that kid was puttin' out."
George moved down the bar shaking his head, and Martin sipped on his beer, feeling sorry for Andy because he would have probably done the same thing. That Yates girl was born to fuck, and at the next opportunity, he was going to find out what she was like.
He killed time drinking and playing the juke box until it was past eleven. Though he was beat, and his balls were dry as cotton, he knew he couldn't get out of at least seeing Tina or she would put up a fuss. Then too, there was Marsha, that hot brunette that was such a joy to screw. Even if he couldn't cum, he'd still like to feel her steamy cunt on his dick.
Marsha's car was parked next to the cottage when he pulled in, and she had left the front porch light on. When he strolled out on the lawn, he saw the flickering of a candle in the trailer bedroom. He stopped and lit a cigarette, looking at each place and pondering which course he should take.
It was a difficult decision to make. Marsha, with her full tits and hairy snatch could undoubtedly suck another eruption from his depleted nuts with her educated cunt. On the other hand, little Tina's greedy mouth could probably do the same thing. Whichever way he went, he could be assured of getting his rocks off.
"Oh, fuck it," he muttered, grinding out the butt with his heel. Tina was his choice, and as he strode toward the trailer, it dawned on him that there had never been any real doubt. A hot twat was nice, but a tender young mouth was something else again.
The moment he stepped inside, he began taking his clothes off. If the girl was asleep, he might be able to get a nap before he woke her up to gobble his dick. He was draping his trousers over a chair in the darkness when the bedroom door slid open and a candle started coming down the hall. He looked up to see Tina walking toward him, stark naked.
And behind the girl was Marsha, as bare as her daughter!
"Hello, Martin," the woman said sweetly. "Surprised?"
With his clothes on the chair and his nude cock at half erection, there was little he could say except, "Yes."
"Sit down, dear. There on the couch. It's time we had a little chat."
Martin nodded, and sagged down, confused by the disarming smiles on their faces. Tina put the candle on the table, then mother and daughter stepped over to sit down next to him, their naked bodies gleaming in the dim light. He coughed nervously and leaned back, afraid of what was coming, but knowing no way out of it.
"When I got home, I came out to check on Tina," Marsha began. "She was waiting for you without a stitch on. Then I saw the mirror, and started asking questions."
"I hope you're not mad 'cause I told," Tina said meekly.
"If you are, don't be, Martin. I've suspected something, and Tina only confirmed it. She was getting too interested in sex, and I found several panties with stiff crotches. Nurses know the signs."
They were both too calm, too serene. He would have expected Marsha to be climbing down his throat or calling the police by this time. It was too much for him to comprehend. They both acted as though fucking kids was a normal thing to do.
"Anyway, Martin," Marsha continued, "no harm has been done. You saved me a lot of trouble. I am glad you didn't fuck her pussy, though. I think she should wait a while for that. But the other things were all right. She'd have done them with somebody sooner or later. Am I making myself clear?"
"Yes, more or less." He was too addled to say more.
"Good. So, since you were coming out here for sex anyway, and since Tina has already seen us fucking, I thought I might as well stay. For the time being, we can just call it classroom training for Tina. You don't mind, do you?"
"Are you saying you want us to fuck in front of her?"
'Why not? What better way is there to learn? And you can go on doing the same things to her. I don't want her turning to someone else."
"No, I suppose not, but I'm too tired to do anything right now. Besides, I'd like to think it over. Why don't we talk about it tomorrow?"
"Nonsense. We're all here with everything hanging out. Why wait? I'm sure we can think of something to get you excited, can't we, Tina?"
The girl put a hand in his lap and began fondling his semi-erection. "Uh huh. He likes to get sucked, Mom. Should I try it?"
"Listen!" Martin said sharply, angry at being discussed like a pet dog. "If you think I'm...!"
"You will," Marsha said quietly. "You wouldn't want what you've done to get back to school, would you? Whether you know it or not, that's our cock, and you're going to let us do whatever we want to with it. If you don't, well, I'm sure you're smart enough to know what we can do."
"That's ... that's blackmail!" he spluttered.
"Precisely. What do you expect a poor divorcee to do? I have to look out for myself and Tina, too. And you've got the biggest and best cock I can find. You might as well get used to it, Martin. That prick is ours!"
"Can I suck him now, Mom? Can I?" Tina's eagerness was making her eyes shine.
"Yes, but wait a minute. I want to make sure you do it right. If you're going to learn something, learn to do it well. Scoot forward, Martin."
Too shaken and astonished to do anything else, he complied. Then he watched Marsha get up to swing a leg over him and sit down on his abdomen with his prick angling up between her thighs. He was still trying to convince himself this wasn't happening when her buns flattened against him and he could feel her rectal and cuntal heat on his skin.
"All right, dear, you can get down there and suck him now." The woman pushed his thighs apart and leaned back against his chest. "Suck hard, Tina, but be careful of your teeth. Don't hurt Martin's nice cock."
He felt the girl between his knees, and then her tiny hand was closing around the root of his shaft. Her hot breath was next, followed by her tongue swishing over and around his knob. He wished he could stop himself from getting hard, but there was no way.
"That's fine, Tina. Always use your tongue first. Now, take his balls in your hand and push a finger up his asshole. That tickles a man's prostrate gland and makes him cum a lot harder."
"Jeez, Mom, his prick looks like it's growing right out of your pussy, doesn't it? That's neat! Should I lick him some more, or start sucking?"
"Lick a little bit more, then suck on his head. You don't want him to blow off too quickly.
Martin, you can finger my cunt or squeeze my tits if you want to. I'd like to get hot, because I'm going to fuck you as soon as she's through."
"Marsha, for Christ's sake! You must be out of your mind! I've already been sucked and fucked tonight!"
"I'm sure you have," she said calmly. "But you'd better keep it hard. You wouldn't want me to think you didn't like my pussy, would you?"
Martin groaned. He had no choice. He was an ass for thinking that such a good thing could last. Now he was a male whore, forced to fuck whenever he was commanded. Even an exceptionally horny stud would find that hard to take. But he was trapped! Reaching around, he closed his hands over the woman's tremendous cones and began kneading them.
"Uuummm! Uuummmfff! Uuummm! Uuummm! Tina had the cockhead in her mouth and was sucking on it while her swishing tongue flagged back and forth over the silken skin.
"Keep your lips tight, honey. A man likes a mouth to feel like a cunt. Are you sucking him hard? Roll his balls in your hand and push your finger in and out of his ass, like you were fucking him. Uuummm, Martin. That feels good. Don't neglect my cunny, now. It likes to be petted, too."
Tina's mouth was doing fabulous things to his dick, and he had resigned himself to enjoy it rather than fight it. He would let them fuck him and suck him as long as he could hold out, and try to forget he was coerced into it. He began lifting his hips while he ran a hand down Marsha's front to stick a finger in her milky canyon.
"Now you're getting to him, Tina. When he starts hunching, you know he likes it. Start bobbing your head, now. Take more of his prick in your mouth. Don't worry about getting it in your throat. It won't hurt. Suck as hard as you can."
The girl's finger was digging deep into his rectum as he began teasing Marsha's erect clit. Tina's nose was bumping the back of his hand while he caressed the woman's lips and petals. He knew the brunette was getting hot because warm liquid was drizzling onto his pelvis and trickling down over his balls.
"UUUMMMFFF! UUUMMM! UUUMMM!" Tina's lips were gliding up and down nearly half of his piston, and the bulbous tip was hitting against her tonsils. The smacking noises she was making were loud in the small space. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM! UUUMMMFFF!"
"Suck him good, Tina. Make him cum. Remember what I said. As long as you know how to give a good blow job, you'll never have to worry about getting raped. Keep bobbing your head like that. Don't forget you're fucking him with your mouth."
"Jesus!" Martin groaned, heaving up as much as he could with Marsha's weight on him. "Suck it, Tina! Suck me! Ooohhh, fuck! Blow me, you little slut! Suck my jizz out! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Slow down, Martin. She's trying. Stick your finger in my cunt. Get it good and wet so I'll be ready for your prick. Oh, that's it. Uuunnnhhh! Uuunnnhhh!"
His legs were quivering and his anus was puckered tightly around Tina's stabbing finger. He kissed Marsha's neck while he squeezed her tit and finger-fucked her drooling cunt. The way he had gotten into this predicament was forgotten as scalding jism raced through his loins.
"Now suck him real hard!" Marsha yelled. "He's ready to blow off! Suck, Tina! Take it all in your mouth and blow him off! Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Cum, Martin! Shoot your wad! Hhhuuuhhh! Finger me! God! FUCK! AAAHHH, FFFUUUCCCKKK!"
Martin's legs shot straight out, almost knocking Tina over as wad after wad of sperm gushed from his jerking organ into the girl's waiting mouth. His fingers dug into Marsha's tit, and his fucking finger was buried to the last knuckle in her twat. He convulsed spasmodically, hearing only faintly the woman's soul-rending whimpers and the gulping of her daughter as she swallowed the thick fuck juice. Then everything was quiet save for the heavy breathing of the trio.
Tina was the first to rise, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mother was next, getting up on shaky legs and swaying dizzily. Martin's arms fell to his sides, his head lolled on his chest, and his legs crumpled.
"Did I do okay, Mom?" Tina asked anxiously.
"What? Oh. Yes, dear, you did fine." Marsha looked at Martin's limp body and his cock that was beginning to droop down over his scrotum, and shook her head sadly. "I guess we'd better help him to bed, honey. I'm afraid he's done for. I have to admit he tried, though."
"He sure did. I think I drank a quart of his cum. But why do we have to move him? Why not leave him right there?"
"Because we have to take care of him. I want him to find us snuggled next to him when he wakes up in the morning."
Huh? How come?"
"Who do you think is going to be the first one to stick his prick in your cunt? Come on. Let's get him up."
There was a smile on Martin's face when he was carted off down the hallway.
