Each year, in this country of abundance, laws, literacy and supposedly unequaled moral tone, 500,000 children run away from home.
Surely other less fortunate nations must register shock and disbelief that in these United States, where youngsters are afforded opportunities unheard of in the rest of the world, such a multitude of boys and girls find themselves so depressed, angry and frustrated that home life becomes unbearable. For all intents and purposes, as compared to life in most other countries, the American family unit is ideal, beyond comparison.
Why then does this appalling condition exist?
Looking beneath the propogandistic facade, we find the reasons all too apparent. American children have no legal rights or recourse! Since the founding of this nation, utilitizing the ancient Roman laws and those of our parent country, England, as a basis for our own legal system, children have been legally considered chattels of their parents, owned body and soul by those who bore them.
Even as you are reading this, in every state in the union children are being beaten, tortured, abused, assaulted, starved and raped by either their biological or legal parents. And those pathetic youngsters must bear their pain and suffering in silence, for in most cases, the system of justice adults hold so dear has no provisions to protect the child from the father or mother, and the police officials and courts are loath to listen to the pleading, agony-filled cries of the victims.
One state Supreme Court threw out a suit brought by a young girl against her father, charging rape. The court's reasoning was, suits between child and parent would not be in keeping with preserving family harmony. In another case, a six-year-old boy was ordered returned to his parents from a happy life in a foster home, even though the lad feared his father. Within months, the father had beaten the boy senseless, crushed his skull, and after lying in a coma in a hospital for several weeks, the child died.
In still another case, a fifteen-year-old girl was determined to be a "depraved child" because she disobeyed her foster parents' rule not to talk to boys. In yet another, a girl of sixteen was ordered to a state hospital as "uncontrollable," and kept tied to a bed for two months because she fought with other children who teased her unmercifully for "being ugly."
Physical abuse is not the only problem, either. Divorce, argumentative parents, a drunken or immoral father or mother can inflict serious emotional complications on impressionable youngsters. Any child with an alcoholic or promiscuous parent is more than liable to be effected with at least a degree of psychic trauma, no matter what other benefits he or she might derive from their home life.
One of the most blatant fallacies in our legal system is the seemingly foregone conclusion that when the parents split up, married or not, the most logical assignment of the offspring is to the mother. The revealing fact is, that in case after recorded case, women with children, deserted or having driven their man away, turn to other male companionship, prostitute themselves either for free or for money, and often engage in their sexual activities if not in the direct presence of their children, certainly within close enough proximity to them that the youngsters are well aware of what their mother is doing. Even by the wildest stretch of the imagination, this cannot be considered wholesome.
In Ruth's Little Runaways, Bobijo James gives the reader a fictional depiction of what can, and often does, occur when children are forced by circumstances beyond their control to "run away" in search of security and happiness.
Two young brothers escape the lascivious environment of their prostitute mother's home in the middle of the night, hoping to find succor and solace elsewhere. When they are taken in by a kindly grandmother, fed and bathed, it appears for a time they have found refuge.
But when the woman, her daughter, and her teen-age granddaughter all display an unnerving interest in sex, the young lads begin to wonder about what they have gotten themselves into.
We think you will find this an engaging tale. However, please keep in mind it is only a tale, and not a factual reporting of what may have happened to your neighbor next door.
(Note: Data taken from Time magazine, dated December 25, 1972)
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"Wait a minute, Les," the henna-haired woman said, panting. She raised herself off the shabby threadbare sofa, pulled her skirt up to her waist, hooked her thumbs into crimson panties, then pulled them down her legs. When they were down to her ankles, she lowered her naked ass to the cushion and lifted her feet. "Take 'em off, honey."
The big man in dirty work clothes leered at her hairy pussy as he peeled the panties off her feet and tossed them onto the worn linoleum floor. His stubble-covered face worked into a wide grin as he unzipped his pants and extracted a huge hairy prick from his fly. The shaft was rigid, and the foreskin was pulled back to reveal a monstrous purple bulb of a head.
"Oh, hurry, Les!" she whimpered, lifting one foot to the back of the couch and placing the other one on the floor. The pink gash of her twat was wet with white cuntal milk, and liquid seeped from the gaping opening of her pussy hole. The inner lips of her gash were separated, and the tiny clit stood up hard and rigid.
"Jesus Christ, what a cunt!" the man groaned, stroking his stiff tool as he knelt on the cushion between her legs. "I'm gonna fuck that, Millie! I'm gonna fuck it good!"
"Hurry!" she whined, holding her arms out to him and lifting her snatch as she gaped at his gigantic piston. "Goddamn, I want that cock in me!"
"You're gonna get it, baby!" He stretched out on top of her and eased the swollen head of his dick into her waiting twat. "Oh, fuck!" Bracing his knees, he thrust his hips forward in one lightning motion, embedding his huge shaft in the deep dark tunnel of her cunt. "AAARRRGGGHHH! Oh, God, baby! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Jesus!""
"WWW A A AHHH! LES! OH, DAMN, WHAT A PRICK! I can feel that fuckin' thing clear up to my CHEST! Les! AAAGGGHHH! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, my God! Give me ALL of that beautiful cock!"
He put his cheek against hers and buried his face in her red hair as he started pumping, gliding his montrous rod in and out of her gyrating pussy with slow, rhythmic motions.
"Jesus, baby! Oh fuck, what a cunt! Goddamn! I knew it'd be good! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Oh, shit, baby! Hunch! Hunch! Oh, Christ!"
She lifted her bare legs and wrapped them around his back, locking her ankles. Her hands clawed at his shoulders as she writhed and squirmed on his plunging prick. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God, Les! Cram that delicious dick all the way in! Oh, fuck, honey! Fuck! Don't stop! Oh, shit, baby! What a beautiful cock! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, God! Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Directly across from the couch, in a small hallway that led to the bedrooms and bath, two boyish faces were peeking through the crack of a partly open door, their eyes wide. They could see the man's thick hairy shaft, coated with cuntal milk, hunch in and out of their mother's hairy twat. Their expressions were a mixture of awe and wonder as they stared fixedly at the huge stabbing tool.
"HARDER, LES!" the redhead squealed. "OH, GOD! FUCK ME HARDER! AAAGGGHHH! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE IT TO ME! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! OH, FUCK, BABY! FUCK! I CANT STAND IT!" She was swiveling her ass, grinding her cuntal mouth on the hammering pole. The calves of her shapely legs tightened as she surged up to it.
"Fuck, baby! Fuck! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Oh, Jesus Christ, what a cunt! It's so damn tight!
Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, baby! Baby! Fuck, honey! Pump that ass! Christ, what a screw!"
"FUCK ME!" She buried her hands in his hair as she threw her head back. "HARDER, LES! FUCK ME FASTER! MAKE ME CUM! OH, CHRIST, I WANT TO CUM! AAARRRGGGHHH! GIVE IT TO ME! OH, GOD! UUUNNNFFF! LES! LES! SCREW ME, LOVER!"
"I'M GONNA CUM, BABY! I CAN FEEL MY LOAD COMING UP! OH, SHIT! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! FUCK! FUCK! OH, GODDAMN!"
"JJJEEESSSUUUSSS! MILLIE! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! OOOHHH, CCCHHHRRRIIISSSTTT!" Les stiffened and jerked. Then, with a deep sigh, he slumped limply against the woman, shivering slightly.
"Oh, my God, baby!" Millie gasped, letting her legs slide slowly from his back. One foot fell to the couch and the other dropped against the hard floor. "WHEEWW! You're some stallion, aren't you?"
"You're not so bad yourself," he muttered, pushing himself up. He eased his cum-and juice-covered prick from her dripping cunt and turned around to slump on the far end of the couch, his chest heaving. "I knew it was gonna be good, but not that good."
"I thought you'd like it." She put her legs together and sat up, then leaned across to kiss his stubble-covered cheek. "It was worth twenty-five, wasn't it?"
"Yeah." He looked down at his wilting pecker and reached for his cigarettes. "I'll have a smoke, then I'll get outta here."
"You don't have to hurry." Millie got to her feet, pulled her skirt down, and bent over for her panties. "I'm going to go change. Sit tight for a minute."
The boys closed the door quickly but silently and heard their mother go by, then there was the sound of the toilet lid going down. They listened to her pee and fart, then she flushed the toilet and passed their door again on the way to her bedroom.
"I'm gonna go back to bed," the youngest boy whispered. "I'm sleepy."
"You go ahead," the older one said. "I'm gonna watch some more. I bet they do it again."
"Well, maybe I'll stay up then. He hasn't been here before, has he?"
"Huh uh. He's a new one. Boy, she got twenty-five bucks! That means we get to eat real good tomorrow."
"Jeez, I hope so. I'm awful hungry. I'm even hungrier than I am sleepy."
"Shhh."
They heard their mother padding by barefooted, going to the living room. After waiting a moment, the older boy opened the door again. Both boys put their eyes to the opening.
"There, that's better," Millie said. She was wearing a short pink robe that came to mid-thigh. Crossing to the couch, she sat down and smiled at Les's wet little nubbin of a cock. "Is little dickie all through for tonight?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"I can get it up for you. If you want to fuck again, it'll only be twenty bucks for the second time."
"Nah, not tonight. My old lady's going to be mad as hell as it is."
"How about a beer then?" She stood up. "You've got time for that, haven't you?"
"Yeah, I suppose. Hey, what about those kids you said you had? Suppose they wake up or somethin'?"
"Don't worry about them. The little brats are tucked in bed and they know better than to come out. I'm gonna get rid of 'em next week anyway." She turned and went to the kitchen, leaving the man with a surprised look on his face. When she returned with two cans of beer, she sat down next to him again.
"What do you mean, get rid of 'em? What are you gonna do?"
Millie took a long swallow of her beer, then helped herself to one of his cigarettes. "Light me, will you?" When he had done that, she blew smoke toward the ceiling. "I'm going to turn 'em over to the county and let them take care of 'em. Hell, I can't afford two kids. It's hard enough just takin' care of myself."
"Yeah, but you just can't turn 'em over like that, for Christ's sake! The law'll make you support 'em."
"Oh, no, they won't. I already talked to 'em. The damn kids are, whatta ya call it, incorrigible. They said if I can't take care of 'em, they'll do it for me. That suits me just fine. If it wasn't for this damn long week-end, I'd get rid of 'em Monday."
"Man, that takes some kind of guts, to give away your own kids. Don't you even feel bad about it?"
"Why in the hell should I? Their dads didn't give a damn. They hauled ass. As soon as the kids were out of diapers. I figure if they didn't want 'em, why should I?"
Les shook his head and took a long pull from his beer. "It just don't seem right, giving away your kids like that. My old lady'd never do that."
"She's got you, though." Millie put a hand on his thigh and began rubbing it. "If I had a big strong man like you around, I wouldn't mind, either. Especially if he was hung like you are. Are you sure you don't want to go it again?" They both looked at his limp prick dangling out of his pants. "I tell you what. You can have it again for fifteen. How about it?"
"Weeelll, I don't know," he said slowly. "I'm gonna have a helluva time explaining where the twenty-five went."
"Aw, c'mon." Millie got to her feet and stepped past him to put her can on the end table. A seductive look came over her face as she began unbuttoning her robe.
When she had it undone, she opened it wide and let him see her naked body. She was a little plump around the middle, but had nice hips. Coarse black hair covered her pelvis, and grew down between her legs where the thick lips of her gash made a pink furrow. The nipples on her huge tits were large, and the brown tips stuck out proudly from the ends.
"Not bad for thirty-three, is it?" she asked teasingly.
His flaccid pecker twitched as he roved his eyes up and down her lush frame. "No, it ain't bad at all. I wish my old lady was built like that."
"How about it?" She shrugged out of the robe, letting it fall to the floor at her feet, then cupped her tits in her hands and lifted them, pointing the nipples directly at his face. "You can have the whole thing for fifteen." She began pumping her hips, thrusting her hairy snatch at him. "Isn't that tight cunny worth a few extra bucks? Wouldn't you like to shove your big prick in there again?"
He licked his lips as he put his beer aside. "Fifteen, huh? I might go that for a blow-job. You wanna suck me off?"
She stopped moving suddenly and dropped her hands to her sides. "Oh, no! Twenty-five for a blow-job. And it's worth it. I'd suck your dick so hard your balls'd come out."
"Huh uh." He shook his head and got to his feet. "Too much. I might see you next week." He had reached down to put his prick back in his pants when she stopped him.
"Okay, okay. But make it twenty, huh?"
"Nope. Fifteen or nothin'. I already got my gun off once. I don't have to do it again. I can always go home and stick it in the old lady."
She sighed heavily and slumped her shoulders, yet at the same time reached out to curl her fingers around his soft tool. "Okay. But let's see your money first."
He reached for his wallet, and while she continued to play with his pecker, he counted out eight five dollar bills. Tossing them on the table, he put his wallet back. "Okay, baby. How do you want to do it?"
"Just stand right there." She sank to her knees on the dirty linoleum, brushed her red hair back from her face, and bent forward. Tilting his flaccid cock up, she began touching the tip with her tongue.
"Atta girl!" he groaned, twitching as her tongue rubbed the end of his tool. It began hardening immediately, throbbing as it grew. "Give me a good one, baby! Suck that prick dry!"
"See! I told you they'd do it again," the older boy said in a hushed voice behind the door. "Boy! Forty bucks! Maybe we'll even get to go to a movie."
"How come she doesn't make him sit down, like she does us?" the younger one asked. "Shut up. Let's watch."
"UUUMMM!" Millie moaned. "UUUMMM!" Les's cock was pulsing to a hard-on, and she had covered the head with her lips, pulling on it gently as she licked the tiny slit in the end. Her heavy tits swayed as she moved her head around and spread her knees apart. Her mouth was making slurping sounds as she slipped her free hand down to her cunt and began sliding a finger up and down her gash, teasing her clit. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
"Suck it, baby!" Les moaned. "Christ, that feels good! You've got a real good mouth! Suck, kid! Oh, fuck! It's almost better than a cunt!" He put his hands on her head and began pumping at her face slowly. His legs quivered, and his face started getting red. "God, kid! Blow it! Blow it good!"
"UUUMMM! UUUMMM!" Millie's finger found her cunt hole, and she buried it to the last knuckle. She began swirling her ass as she twirled her digit in her tingling cunt. Her breathing quickened. She held the base of his cock tightly and began pushing her mouth down the shaft, applying suction to the rigid pole. Her eyelids fluttered with ecstasy as the smooth head of his member glided over her tongue. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
"SUCK IT!" he panted. "OH, JESUS, SUCK IT! CHRIST, WHAT A MOUTH! BLOW THAT PRICK, BABY! SUCK ME OFF GOOD!
GODDAMN! I CAN FEEL IT CLEAR DOWN TO MY BALLS!"
Millie began nodding her head quickly, slipping her full red lips up and down the shaft. Her mouth made wet sucking noises as she began bobbing rapidly, drawing his cum gradually from his nuts.
"Do you think she meant it?" the younger boy whispered. "Is she really going to send us away?"
"Nah. She's just feedin' him a line. Be quiet. They might hear us."
"OH, GODDAMN!" Les groaned loudly as he watched his rigid muscle appear and disappear out of Millie's mouth. His legs were trembling violently, and the cords on his neck stood out. "SUCK, BITCH! SUCK! BLOW THAT FUCKIN' DICK! OH, CHRIST, BABY! SUCK! BLOW ME! OH, GOOD GOD! YOU'RE A COCK SUCKER AND A HALF! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! SUCK! SUCK! OH, SHIT! YOU'RE CONNA MAKE ME CUM!"
"UUUMMM! UUUMMM!" Millie was tugging on his prick frantically. Her face twisted with anguished pleasure as she sucked hungrily on the huge piston. Even taking it to the back of her throat, she could only cover a third of it. She could smell her own cuntal milk that was matting his hairy pole as she mouthed his tool wildly. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
She felt his dick swell between her lips, then it was gushing hot sperm against her tonsils. Gulping quickly to keep up with the tremendous flow, her other hand was a blur as she finger-fucked herself to climax. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
Les stiffened and shuddered as his sperm spurted into her greedy mouth. He lifted his face to the ceiling and groaned. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
White cream dribbled from the corner's of Millie's mouth as she continued to swallow. When the gushing torrent had stopped, she carefully removed her mouth from his poker, ran her tongue around her lips, then began licking his shaft, catching the last drops that oozed from the tiny slit in the blood-gorged purple head. When she was finished, she wiped her mouth with the back of her arm and got to her feet, smiling warmly.
"That was worth a tip, wasn't it?" she asked coyly.
Les swallowed hard, took a deep breath, then pushed his softening dick back into his pants and pulled the zipper up. "You'll get a tip next time, baby. I can't afford it tonight."
Millie shrugged indifferently and picked up her robe to put it on. Reaching for the bills on the table, she folded them carefully and stuffed them in her pocket. "You be sure and pass the word around, Les. Tell your friends what they can get for their money."
"I will." He took out his cigarettes and lit one. "A lot of 'em wouldn't come here if they knew you had kids, you know."
She put her hands on his shoulders and smiled. "Listen, you tell 'em I won't have any kids after Tuesday, and that's a promise. They can even stay all night if they want to. Fifty bucks for all night, though. But that includes everything. Blow job, the whole works."
He brushed her hands down and turned away toward the door. "I don't think you'll do it, baby. Nobody gives up their kids."
She followed him with an anxious look. "I will, Les! I promise! Just watch me. Next Tuesday night there won't be nobody here but me."
The oldest boy closed the bedroom door and looked at his brother in the semi-darkness. "Boy, it looks like she means it, doesn't it?"
"Uh huh." The younger lad's eyes were wide with fright. "What're we gonna do, Paul? I don't want to be sent away."
"Neither do I." Paul walked to a bed that was covered with torn sheets and a ragged blanket and sat down. "Maybe we'd better run away, Danny. Maybe we just better get the heck out of here."
"Where could we go?" Danny asked in a quavering voice, tears welling in his eyes. "She'd just send the cops after us."
"We could be a long way away before she found out. Jeez, guy, we gotta do somethin'. They might put us in a home. You wouldn't like that, would you?"
Danny's chin quivered and the corners of his mouth turned down. "No. I'm scared, Paul. Where could we go?"
"We'll worry about that later." Paul stood up and reached for his jeans that were thrown over the end of the bed. "C'mon, get your clothes on. She'll sleep to noon anyway. We can be clear across town by then."
"Okay." Danny grabbed for his clothes and began putting them on.
As soon as they were dressed, Paul went around the darkened room looking for anything that might be of use in their travels. Since there was nothing that wouldn't be too heavy to carry, he shook his head then went to the window to raise it. "Let's go out this way. We can sneak through the back yard. She won't hear us."
Paul climbed out to the ground and Danny followed. They moved quickly through the darkness, away from the run-down old bungalow and through the neighbors' yards, stealthily picking their way, avoiding any lighted areas.
It was deep into the morning hours when they found themselves several miles away from their home. By dodging through darkened areas, avoiding cars, and staying away from the well-lit streets, they had made their way unnoticed. Several times they had seen prowling police cars, but had hidden until they were well out of sight. Though the night was cool, they had managed to keep warm by alternately running and walking. Several times young Danny had wanted to stop, but Paul kept them going, urging his brother on with the terrible thought of what would happen if they were caught.
They were passing through a relatively well-to-do neighborhood when Danny finally slumped down on the grass and refused to budge. "I'm tired, Paul," he whimpered. "Let's find somewhere where we can sit down for a while."
"The sun's gonna be up pretty soon. We've gotta find a place to hide before daylight."
"I'm hungry, Paul. I'm sleepy, too."
"Okay. I'll tell you what. Let's find a garage somewhere. We can sneak in there and rest for a while. When the stores open up, I'll get us somethin' to eat. I still got a quarter. We could buy a couple oranges or somethin'."
Danny got to his feet slowly. "Let's take the next garage. I don't want to go any more tonight."
Paul looked around. All of the homes nearby had attached garages except one. It was a big two-story house with a large yard and a detached garage about twenty feet behind it. He grabbed Danny's arm and began propelling him in that direction. "C'mon. There's one."
They located the side door and went inside, where they found an older Plymouth sedan parked. After closing the door quietly, Paul motioned to the car.
"What if someone comes out in the morning?" Danny asked plaintively. "They'll catch us for sure."
"It's Saturday, dummy. They won't be going anywhere early. C'mon. Let's get in and lay down. Don't slam the door."
"I'm still scared, Paul. Wake me up if you hear anything, okay?"
"Sure, kid. Go on, now. Let's get some sleep."
They crawled into the car and closed the doors, then curled up on the seats. It was only a matter of minutes before they were sound asleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Ruth Ryan stood before her dressing table mirror, buttoning the jacket to her suit. When she finished, she paused to admire the total affect. With her only slightly graying hair and unlined face, the cream-colored suit made her look more youthful than her forty-eight years. Her waist was still trim, her hips slim, and her bust big enough to draw appeciative glances from men. She smiled to herself, then walked to a long mirror on the closet door to check her legs. They were still shapely and there were no signs of veins. All in all, she had to admit she was a damned attractive woman.
Picking up her purse, she went downstairs, locked the front door, then crossed to the kitchen at the rear of the house. Stepping outside, she sensed from the early morning warmth that it was going to be a hot day. She locked the door, took the car keys from her purse, and went directly to the garage.
After struggling with the heavy door, she entered and opened the driver's door of her car. The first thing she saw was a pair of scruffy shoes, and she recoiled immediately. "Wha...?"
Paul bolted upright and stared at her with wide green eyes. His lips moved, but no sound came out.
"What are you doing here?" Ruth asked. "What are you doing in my car?" Her eyes caught a motion from the back seat and she saw another youngster, sitting up groggily, rubbing at his eyes. "What's going on here?"
"Jeez, we're sorry, lady," Paul said quickly. "We didn't mean nothin'. We just came in here to sleep, is all. We didn't steal nothin'. Honest!"
Ruth was over her initial shock and managed to calm down. "Are you boys running away? Is that it?"
"Well, kinda." Paul scooted across the seat and got out of the car to stand up. "Me and my brother were going to my uncle's. We got lost. We just came in here to lay down for a while."
"I see. Get your brother out of there. What's your name?"
"Paul." He opened the door to let his brother out. "This is Danny. We'll go right now. We didn't take nothin'. Honest."
Ruth smiled. "I'm sure you didn't, dear. How old are you?"
"I'm twelve. He's eleven. Can we go now?"
As she looked at the two youngsters, a feeling of sympathy welled in her breast. They were both thin and gangly. Their clothes were worn and dirty. They hadn't had a hair cut in some time, and their faces, arms and hands looked as though they hadn't seen soap or water in quite a while. Beneath the grime, she could see that they were both good looking, and their eyes showed a spark of intelligence.
"Are you sure you're not running away from home?"
"Oh, no, ma'am! We were going to my uncle's. He lives ... way over on the other side of town."
"Well, where do you live?"
"Oh, over there." Paul gestured vaguely with his hand.
Ruth's heart went out to the two ragamuffins. She was sure they were running away from home, and from the looks of them, it was probably a wise decision. They had had no care at all. She put her keys back in her purse and closed the car door.
"You certainly can't go on your way without something to eat. Both of you look like you're hungry. Why don't you come in the house and I'll fix you something?"
"Oh, no, thanks," Paul said anxiously. "We've gotta be goin'. Thanks anyway."
"C'mon, Paul!" Danny whined. "I'm hungry. Let's let her give us something to eat if she wants to."
Ruth watched Paul bite at his lip. "How about it, dear? It'll just take a few minutes."
"Weeelll, okay. I guess my brother is kinda hungry. We'll do something to earn it, though."
"That won't be necessary." She put her hands on their shoulders and gently pushed them toward the open garage door. "Let's go inside and see what we can find."
When they were in the kitchen, Ruth put her purse on the counter and turned to look at them sadly and shake her head. They were both as filthy as their clothes were. Her intrinsic feeling for cleanliness surfaced, and she found herself saying, "You'll have to clean up first, boys. I won't be able to feed you until you look presentable. You wouldn't want to show up at your uncle's looking like that, anyway. Shall we go upstairs and you can pop into a nice tub of hot water."
"I knew there'd be a catch," Paul muttered. "C'mon, Danny. Let's go."
"No, wait a minute. It won't take long to get cleaned up. You can take a bath, and while you're doing that, I'll wash your clothes. By the time you have breakfast, I can have them all dried and ironed for you. You'd like to look nice, wouldn't you? Of course you would."
Paul looked at his brother. "What do you think?"
Danny shrugged. "It's okay with me, I guess. As long as we get somethin' to eat."
"Good. Come with me, now. I know you'll feel a lot better afterward."
Ruth led the way to the living room and then up the stairs to the second floor. The boys followed her down the hall to a large bathroom where she ushered them inside.
"Take off your clothes and hand them out to me. All of them. Use all the hot water you want. The towels and washcloths are hanging up. Okay?"
"Okay," Paul mumbled grudgingly. "You go out and close the door first."
Ruth laughed. "All right, dear. I'll be right outside."
The boys stripped quickly, then while Paul passed the clothes outside, Danny turned on the water in the tub. The youngest boy grinned when he straightened up and turned to his brother.
"Boy, this is neat, isn't it? I never seen a bathroom this big."
"All the rich people have 'em like this," Paul said knowingly. "I just hope she doesn't call the cops on us. I bet she knows we're running away."
"She won't," Danny said confidently. "She's pretty nice." He tested the water with his toe, then climbed in the tub. "Toss me a wash cloth, will ya? Boy, this is really great.
Ruth had taken their dirty garments gingerly down to the wash room off the kitchen. After dumping them in the washer, she poured in the soap, then added a little extra, frowning as she watched the water flood in over the dirt-stiff clothes. After closing the lid, she went back upstairs and returned to her bedroom.
Those poor kids, she thought as she began getting out of her good clothes. I'll bet they haven't had a bath in a month. I wonder how long it's been since they've eaten?
She kicked off her high heels and took off her suit to hang it carefully in the closet. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she peeled her stockings off and put them aside, then stood up to take off her slip and girdle.
After putting the other things away, she took a pair of sandals from the closet, selected a light summer dress and laid it on the bed, then hesitatingly looked at the phone on the nightstand. Undoubtedly the boys were runaways, and she should make an inquiry. It took her a moment to make up her mind, then she picked up the phone and dialed the police station.
For some unaccountable reason, she felt obliged to lie to the desk sergeant that answered. She gave him a description of the boys, told him she had seen them wandering aimlessly about the neighborhood, and asked if anyone had turned in a runaway report on them.
The sergeant excused himself, then came back on the phone after a few minutes. "No, lady. They haven't been reported missing. Maybe they were just passing through your part of town."
"That's probably right. I just thought I should check. Thank you anyway."
"Thank you for calling, ma'am. A lot of times we find missing kids with reports like this. If you see 'em again, give us a call, will you?"
"Certainly." Ruth hung up the phone and stepped to the dresser where she began taking the pins out of her hair to let it down.
Her gray-flecked dark hair was quite long, and though she liked to wear it up when she went out, it was too hot to have it piled on her head around the house. When it was hanging free down the middle of her back, she picked up a brush and began running it through the soft waves. Suddenly in the mirror she saw the reflection of Danny standing naked in the doorway. She dropped the brush and spun around.
"Honey! You can't go around like that!"
"We don't have nothin' to wear," he said innocently. "What are we supposed to put on?"
Ruth completely forgot her scanty attire as she tried to control herself. The lad's youthful pecker was larger than she would have imagined. It hung from his pelvis like a big worm, the shiny purple fireman's helmet of a head resting against his balls. His scrotum hung limply between his legs, each nut plainly evident in the thin sack. There was a light brown fuzz covering his pelvis and balls. In the rays of sunlight streaming in the window, it was as though his genitals were covered with soft golden angel's hair.
"Oh, my Lord!" she gasped, putting a hand to her throat. "I completely forgot you had to have something to put on, didn't I? Just a minute. Let me think."
Her mind didn't go to clothing, however. Try as she might, she couldn't lift her gaze from Danny's soft prick. She'd never seen a little boy's tool. Her only child was a daughter, and her grandchild a girl. The only cocks that were exposed to her had been big and thick and full grown. Even the boys that had screwed her in high school had coarse black hair over their pricks. To see a virgin tool like Danny's made her asshole pucker and her cunny tingle. She had a strong urge to touch it, and feel it.
"Don't you have any kids?" Danny asked simply. "Maybe we could wear somethin' of theirs."
"No, I don't, dear." Ruth saw that his eyes were taking in her bra-encased tits, then his gaze lowered to her pelvis. She glanced down between her tits quickly and saw that her cuntal hair was sticking through the fine nylon of her panties and curling out around the edges of the elastic. Embarrassed for a moment, she shrugged it off. He had already seen it, and there was no point in hiding now. "I know. I think I've still got some of my husband's T-shirts in the drawer."
She turned around and bent over to pull out a drawer in the dresser and rummage through the clothing. Danny's tongue ran over his lips as he gazed raptly at the dark crack of her ass under the thin panties. The cheeks of her butt were smooth and rounded, and the dark cuntal hair showing in her crotch made him excited. His boyish dick began to tickle, then slowly filled with blood and hardened.
"Here we go." Ruth straightened up and spun around, holding two folded undershirts in her hand. "I'm sure these at least will cover you...!" She stopped abruptly when she saw Danny's peter on the rise. His little boy dick pulsed almost imperceptibly as it grew longer and thicker and stiffened to point up at an angle from his groin. "Oh, honey!" she whimpered. "Did I do that to you?"
Danny looked down at his hardening cock then back up at her face, totally unconcerned. "I guess so. Why? What's the matter?"
Ruth's hands were shaking as she tossed one shirt on the bed, then shook out the other one and walked over to him. She didn't want to frighten him and make it appear she was disturbed at his hard-on. "Nothing, dear, nothing. Here, let's slip this on."
She slipped the shirt over his head and helped him put his arms through, then knelt in front of him to pull it down over his waist. Her husband had been a big man, and the shirt fit him like a tent. Suddenly she realized her face was only inches from his rock-hard cock, and the gleaming purple head was staring her in the eye. She gulped audibly and felt a tremor of excitement go through her body. It took all the will power she could muster not to bend forward and kiss the lovely little tool that looked so inviting. Instead she covered it quickly with the T-shirt and stood up.
"There you go, dear. Why don't you sit on the bed while I get dressed? Is your brother almost through?"
"Yeah. He oughta be out in a minute." Danny walked over and dropped down on the bed, his hard shaft making a tent out of the T-shirt. "Don't you have any kids at all?"
"I have a daughter, honey, but she's married. She has a girl, too, just a little older than you are. They're at the dentist's right now." Ruth pushed her feet into the sandals and zipped up her dress. She couldn't understand why she was so nervous and uncomfortable. Her legs felt like water, and her cunt continued to tingle unnervingly.
"I think I'd better take this in to Paul," Danny said, standing up and picking up the other shirt. "He won't come out without anything on. I know it."
"All right, dear. You go ahead. When you're through, come on down to the kitchen. I'll fix you something to eat."
Ruth hurried downstairs into the kitchen and began taking breakfast items out of the refrigerator. Her mouth was dry and the nipples in her brassiere were hard and tight. She was sexually hot, and she knew it. All over a little boy. A little eleven-year-old kid with a big dick that had made her juices flow. It was ridiculous!
The bacon was already fried and the eggs were in the pan by the time the boys came into the room. When she smiled at them, Paul eyed her suspiciously before they sat down at the table.
After getting out plates, Ruth poured orange juice and carried the glasses over. "Would you like toast?"
"Yeah, I'd like that," Danny said happily. He reached for his juice and began gulping it down.
"How come you're doing this, lady?" Paul asked as he watched her cross back to the stove.
"Oh, let's just say I like little boys. I never had one, you know. My daughter's married, and she had a girl, too."
"They live here, Paul," Danny said.
"That's right," Ruth agreed. "They'll be back around noon or so. They went to the dentist."
"Where's your husband?" Paul asked.
"He died two years ago. He liked little boys, too." She dished up the plates and carried them to the table. "You boys go ahead and dig in. I'll make some toast."
The boys ate ravenously. When they had cleaned their plates, Ruth saw they wanted more and fried up additional bacon and eggs. She gave them each a large glass of milk, then made more toast. When they were finishing, Ruth poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down with them.
"Well, now, I'll bet you feel better, don't you?"
"Jeez, yeah," Paul said, smiling as he pushed his plate back. "That was super! You're a good cook."
Ruth laughed. "You can't really tell by that. I think you were just hungry. Why don't you stack the dishes in the sink for me and I'll go put your clothes in the dryer? They should be ready in a few minutes."
"Okay."
Ruth stepped into the laundry room and closed the door. When she took the boys' things out of the washer, she was amazed that they were almost a different color. Shaking her head with wonder, she put them in the next machine after shaking them out and turned it on to quick dry. When she returned to the kitchen, Danny had his head on the table and his eyes were closed.
"Is he asleep, Paul?" she asked softly.
"I don't know. He might be tired. We were up kinda late last night."
"I'll bet you were." She went over and shook the youngest boy awake. "C'mon, dear. It'll take a while for the clothes to dry. You can lay down on a bed upstairs." When he looked at her groggily and nodded, she guided him upstairs and put him in the guest bedroom, a large room in the corner of the house with twin beds. She pulled the covers up over him, kissed him lightly on the cheek, then went back downstairs. Paul was still sitting at the table.
"Why don't we go in the living room and talk, dear? It's more comfortable. We can even turn on the TV."
"Okay," he said without interest as he got up to follow her.
She seated herself on the couch while the boy took a chair across from her. She lit a cigarette, then leaned back and smiled at him warmly.
"Where are you going when you leave here, honey?"
He looked at her warily. "My uncle's. I told you."
"I don't think you're telling me the truth," she said quietly. "You're running away, aren't you?"
Paul looked down at his lap, grimly aware that he couldn't go anywhere the way he was, and since he was caught, he might as well tell the truth. After a moment, he nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"Do you want to tell me why?"
The boy twined his fingers together nervously. "Well, we don't have no dad. My ma's been having a pretty rough time. She don't make much at work, so she ... has men come over."
Ruth was shocked. She sucked in her breath. "Oh, dear! That's too bad."
"Well, it wasn't so much that," he mumbled, "but she was going to send us away. She said she couldn't take care of us no more. Me and Danny didn't want to go to a home or nothin', so last night, we ... ran away."
It was hard for Ruth to hold back the tears as she looked at the sad little boy. Here she sat with money and all it could buy, and these little boys were starved for more than food. "Are you sure she was going to send you away, dear?"
"Uh huh. She told the guy she was fuckin' last night that's what she was gonna do."
The word was almost like a slap in the face to Ruth, but she didn't let it show. "Dear, you shouldn't use words like that."
He looked at her wide-eyed. "Why not?"
"It's not nice. Little boys shouldn't talk like that. Did you know the man that was with her?"
"Nah." He looked away again. "He was just one of the guys. Ma gets money from them sometimes. They pay her to let them fu ... screw her. Stuff like that. Jeez, last night she made forty bucks!"
Oh, my God! Ruth thought. Doing things like that with the boys there! The woman must have no soul at all! Aloud she said, "Things like what, dear?"
Paul rubbed his nose and sniffed. "Oh, she sucks them off and things. You know, stuff like that. She used to do it to me and Danny sometimes. You know, playing with our peters and sucking them and things like that."
"Your mother did?" Ruth was aghast.
"Uh huh. It was kind of fun when she wasn't drunk. The other kids said it was dirty, but we didn't think so. Heck, she was our Ma."
"Oh, you poor dear." Ruth put her cigarette down and hurried over to kneel at his feet. She choked back a sob as she took his hands in hers. "Things like that shouldn't happen to little boys. You're too young and sweet. Paul, dear, I think it was a good thing that you got away from there."
"Yeah, I know." He leaned back and closed his eyes. "Gee, I'm tired. We didn't get much sleep last night."
She nodded silently and released his hands to wipe at her wet eyes. When she looked down again, she saw that the T-shirt had slid up his legs and his boyish cock and balls were open to view. His soft peter was even larger than Danny's, and the shiny purple head gleamed. After glancing up quickly to make sure his eyes were still closed, she bent closer and peered at his young boy penis. Her breath stirred the soft hair that surrounded his limp shaft, and as she watched, it slowly began to grow.
"Oh, Paul!" she whispered.
"Hmmm?" His eyes fluttered open and he looked down. "Oh, Jeez!" He bolted upright and jerked the T-shirt over his crotch.
"That's all right, dear." Ruth removed his hands from the bottom of the shirt gently, then lifted it up to his waist. Tremors of excitement were making her tremble as she gazed down at the beautiful little pecker. "What did your mother do to you?" she asked throatily.
"I already told you," he answered nervously. "She'd suck us off. You know, put her mouth on our peepees and make us shoot off."
God, help me! she thought. Oh, Lord, what am I doing?
Agonizing desire flowed through her. Her nerves seemed electrified. Her cunt was aching and leaking liquid into her panties as her belly palpitated quickly. She looked up at him pleadingly.
"Will you show me?" she whispered. "Will you show me what your mother did?"
"Jeez, lady!" He squirmed in the chair and his eyes were filled with fear. "You don't want to do that, do you? I mean, God! You're not my ma or nothin'."
"I still want to." She tried to hide her flaming desire, but it was difficult. "Paul, there's just you and I here. We'd be all right. Nobody would know. You don't care if I do it, do you? I'd be very careful, and I wouldn't hurt you."
"Oh, Jeez, lady!" he whimpered. "I...!" He couldn't finish. Ruth had lowered her head and covered his soft cock with her mouth and was tugging on it gently, sloshing her tongue over the sensitive tip. "Oh, God, lady! Uuunnnggghhh! Jjjeeezzz!"
CHAPTER THREE
The young boy's tender prick grew rapidly as Ruth caressed it with her lips and tongue. She could feel his heart beat through his pecker as it began to swell in her mouth, and she shivered with feverish delight. When it continued to enlarge, she was forced to lift her head, as she couldn't possibly take the entire length of his muscle between her lips.
"Oh, God, lady!" Paul whimpered. His bare legs jerked against her sides as he watched her lips slide up and down his cock. The sensation wasn't new to him, but no stranger had ever sucked his cock before. This woman knew how to do it even better than his mother. Already a pleasant tickling sensation had begun in his balls. He gripped the arms of the chair tightly and shivered. "Jeez, lady! Oh, damn! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Don't! Please! You're making me hot! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Ruth scarcely heard him. Her ears were ringing with the passion surging through her, and the smooth boyish prick was doing wonders to her taste buds. All she could think of was sucking that beautiful virgin sperm from his balls and having it flood into her mouth. "Uuummm! Uuummm!"
"Oh, wow! Aaarrrggghhh!"
The boy quivered and squirmed as her mouth began making wet slurping sounds on his shaft. Her tongue was swirling and swishing all over the head of his dick as she tugged on it with her lips. It felt good, and he was no longer afraid. He wanted to feel the thrill of shooting off, the mind blowing excitement of his cum spurting in jets, and he was going to let her go all the way. Bracing his feet, he began hunching his ass off the cushion, thrusting his dong into her mouth. "Suck it!" he whimpered. "Suck it! Suck it! Oh, Christ, lady! Make me cum!"
"UUUMMM! UUUMMM!" She was doing all she could to meet the boy's request. Her cunt was oozing dew into her panties and her asshole was drawn tight. The magnificently youthful prick in her mouth tasted sweet, as sweet as she knew his cum would be. Lovingly and tenderly she gobbled his pecker, making her mouth as much like a cunt as she could. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
"LADY! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, CHRIST! YOU'RE SUCKING ME OFF!" His eyes were glued to his saliva-wet shaft. She was sucking harder, drawing his sperm from his balls. He could feel the fluid coursing through his groin and chills of ecstasy made him shudder. "SUCK!" he shouted. "SUCK! OH, CHRIST, LADY! BLOW ME! SUCK ME OFF! OH, GOD! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! LADY! AAAGGGHHH!"
"UUUMMM! UUUMMM!" Ruth pushed her free hand between his legs and cupped his balls. As she bobbed her head more quickly, she began rubbing the small spheres together, gently coaxing his virgin cum toward his cock. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!"
"I'M GONNA CUM!" Paul shouted. "OH, MY GOD, LADY!" He lifted his legs and wrapped them around her. His body straightened in the chair, and his knuckles were white on the chair arms as his eyes rolled in his head. "SUCK ME! SUCK ME! I'M GONNA SHOOT! OH, GOD, NOW! LADY! UUUNNNGGGHHH! LADY! OH, GOD! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
She felt his shaft swelling between her fingers, then her lips. Suddenly a torrent of warm cream erupted from his tool and sprayed into her mouth. Even as she drank his fluid thirstily, orgasm thundered out from her groin. Her pussy contracted in spasms, and multi-colored lights flashed behind her eyelids. She was delirious with rapture, and whimpered like a mewing kitten.
"Obohhh, Jeeezzz!" Paul sank limply into the chair and his feet hit the floor with a thump. He was trembling all over, and his breath was coming in short gasps. "God, lady! Ooohhh!"
Ruth sucked his staff dry, relishing even the last drops that seeped from the tip. When she was sure there was no more of the savory liquid, she lifted her head slowly, reluctantly slipping her lips from his rod. Sitting back on her ankles, she sighed with joy, watching the boy's magnificent peter slowly wilt between her fingers.
"Is that what your mother did to you?" she asked softly.
"Uh huh." He opened his eyes sleepily and looked at her. "I didn't know all ladies liked to do that."
"Some of us like it very much." She released his cock and got to her feet. "I'm glad you let me do that, Paul. It was very nice. We wouldn't want to tell anyone though, would we? You look tired. Why don't you stretch out on the couch and take a little nap?"
He nodded and got up. "I think I will." He stepped to the couch unsteadily then dropped down, stretching out on his back. Putting an arm across his face, he took a deep breath and relaxed completely.
Ruth looked at him lovingly, then picked up her cigarettes and carried them to the kitchen where she began clearing up the dishes. Her conscience was gnawing at her for what she had done. Even in her wildest dreams she had never pictured herself sucking a young boy off like that. Since her husband's death, her sex drive had been as strong as ever, but she had managed to control herself through use of the dildo she had bought at her daughter's urging. She was too old to go out picking up men, and none of her male friends had ever indicated a desire to take her to bed. It was frustrating, but she had accepted it until now.
What she had done with Paul was despicable. She was no better than their mother. Her eyes became moist as she looked out the window over the sink. It mustn't happen again. She couldn't allow it. Even though her very being cried out to have one of those beautiful young cocks sliding thrillingly into her pussy, she hated herself for it.
When she had finished with the dishes and put them away, she lifted her dress and cautiously felt the crotch of her panties. They were still wet with cuntal milk. She would have to go change, but there was no point until she had calmed down a bit. Pouring herself a cup of coffee, she sat down at the kitchen table and lit a cigarette. The whole episode of this morning had troubled her greatly. The anguish she felt was almost painful.
She heard the front door open and close and looked toward the doorway expectantly. In a moment her daughter came into the room, followed by an attractive young girl. Her daughter's eyes were flashing angrily as she slammed her purse down on the counter and turned to her mother.
"And just what in the hell is that in the living room?" the young woman hissed. Wanda Curtis was a striking thirty-year-old blonde with blue eyes, traits she had gotten from her Nordic father. Smaller than her mother, she had an almost perfect figure. The only drawback was the tremendous size of her breasts that jutted out like twin mountains from her chest and made her look top heavy. "Why didn't you warn me he was there, Mother? You knew I'd bring Karen in the front way!"
Ruth was perplexed. "What's the matter, dear? He's only a boy."
"What do you mean, only a boy?" Wanda said angrily. "He's not even dressed! That thing he's got on is clear up to his waist, and you can see everything. For God's sake, Mother, I don't want Karen looking at things like that!"
"Oh, I'm sorry." Ruth got up quickly and started for the living room to cover Paul up. "I'm sorry, dear."
When Ruth returned, Wanda and her daughter were sitting at the table, and her daughter had a cup of coffee in front of her. Ruth resumed her seat, a little flustered. "It's all right now."
"Would you mind telling me where he came from?" Wanda asked acidly. "Are you taking in little boys now?"
"No, dear. Now calm down a minute. Here's what happened." Even when she related the story, Wanda's face didn't soften. When she was through, Ruth smiled at her daughter. "Now, that's all there is to it. As soon as I can think of what to do with them, they'll be gone."
"Are they really runaways, Grandma?" The girl had honey blonde hair and wide brown eyes. She was as tall as her mother and exceptionally pretty. She had inherited the bust measurements of her mother, and though only fourteen, had a figure that made her girl friends at school jealous.
"I'm pretty sure they are," Ruth said, "but they haven't been reported to the police yet. I've already checked. I thought I'd wait until they had some rest, and then we'll talk about what we're going to do."
"Well, we certainly have to do something," Wanda said tartly. "I'm not going to have two boys here in the same house with Karen while I'm working."
"Don't you trust me, Mom?" the girl asked.
"That's not the point. You can never tell what would happen in a situation like that. We don't know those boys. They might do something terrible, for all we know. I don't want them here, Mother. Not a minute longer than is absolutely necessary.
"All right, Wanda, all right. Don't get so upset. What would you have me do, throw them back out on the street?"
Wanda turned to her daughter. "You go upstairs and change your clothes while your Grandmother and I talk about this. And stay in your room until I call you. I want those boys dressed before you come out."
"Okay, Mom," Karen said solemnly. "Cripes. You'd think I was just a kid."
"Never mind that now," Wanda said sharply. "Go to your room and do what I told you."
Karen got up from the table and picked up her purse and went through the living room to the stairs. She stopped at the base of the steps and looked across at Paul's sleeping figure. She had entered before her mother, and had seen the boy's shriveled cock and sack of balls before being pushed hurriedly through toward the kitchen. It was the first time she had ever had a glimpse of a boy's sex equipment, and it had excited her. She wanted to go over and lift up the T-shirt to peek at his boycock again, but she was too afraid. Turning away quickly, she hurried up the stairs and went to her room.
Karen took off her dress and slip and hung them up, then took skimpy shorts and a halter from a drawer. With two boys in the house, she wanted to look as sexy as she could. After pulling the mini shorts on over her bikini panties, she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the dresser, pausing to admire her tits in the mirror.
They were perfectly symmetrical cones that stood out sharply without a hint of sag. Her nipples were large and pink, and she was sure they could make boys' mouths water. She rubbed her hands over her tits lightly, feeling the smooth texture of her skin and wondering what it would feel like to have someone suck on them. The mere thought made her cheeks flush. After touching her saucy nipples, she quickly fitted the skimpy halter over the mounds, smiling at the way they bulged out around the material.
She had run a brush through her hair and turned to find something to occupy her time when an idea struck her. The other boy was in the bedroom down the hall. It wouldn't hurt to sneak down there and see what he looked like. She opened her door quietly, then tiptoed toward the other end of the house. She paused before the guest bedroom, then opened the door cautiously and stepped inside.
The room was quite warm, and Danny had kicked his covers off. He was lying on his back with the over-size T-shirt pulled up to his chest. One leg was straight out, the other one up and bent. Karen found herself staring directly at his boyish prick and the sack of balls resting in his crotch. She swallowed hard and closed the door behind her, then stepped over to the bed.
Danny's limp prick enthralled her. She knelt beside the bed, then leaned forward to get a closer look. Though it was now soft, she had been told how large pricks could get when they were hard, and she wished she could see it at full erection. She examined his dick and scrotum carefully, taking in every detail.
Her heart was racing and a strange delightful sensation was gripping her groin. It looked so innocent! Not at all like the terrible muscle her mother had told her they were. After glancing at Danny's angelic face to make sure he was asleep, she reached out very slowly and put her fingers on the end of his cock.
The softness surprised her, as did the feel of it. It was smooth and silky. Summoning up all her courage, she gingerly fondled the shrunken nubbin and drew in her breath sharply when she saw it beginning to swell.
Danny didn't move as his shaft continued to miraculously enlarge before her eyes. Karen continued to caress it lightly with her fingertips as it pulsed upward, growing and hardening. She had seen nothing like it before. Her pulse was pounding in her ears as she watched it get larger and the purple head become bigger and bigger. Then it was at full erection, throbbing and quivering as though it were alive.
Simpering softly, the girl wrapped her hand around his hot shaft, thrilling at the strength she felt in the hard muscle. That was what went in a cunt! That was what a beautiful prick looked like when a boy fucked a girl! It was out of sight!
Gurgling sounds came from her throat as she quickly unzipped her shorts and shoved her other hand under her panties and down to her crotch. The fiery lips of her twat separated easily, and then she was touching the dewy moisture in her gash. She rubbed her thumb over the tender head of the boy's prick as her finger found her clit and began rubbing it. She wanted to jack off, holding that gorgeous peter in the palm of her hand.
Danny moved restlessly and put his other leg down, but his eyes didn't open. He murmured sleepily and began lifting his hips off the bed, pushing his dick into her fist. Karen was frightened, but she couldn't stop. It was too thrilling. She had to have an orgasm while she caressed the boy's rigid shaft. Shivers of ecstasy shot through her limbs as her fingers sought out her dilated cunt hole. She speared her middle finger into the warm tunnel and began pumping it, silently cursing her panties and shorts that restricted her movement.
Danny's rigid member burned in her palm. Remembering what her girl friends had said, she began sliding her fist up and down his piston, watching the skin move with rapture. Her fingers was swirling in her twat, exciting the sensitive tissues inside. Low animal sounds escaped her lips. Her nostrils flared and her eyes became slits as she lost herself in bliss. Then her orgasm erupted.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out, released Danny's cock, and clutched at her cunt with both hands as the magnificent sensation of climax sent her mind soaring. It made her body quiver and tremble. When the ecstatic feeling had passed, she took several deep quavering breaths, then silently got to her feet. She zipped up her shorts, glanced numbly at her wet fingers, then hurried to the door. After one fleeting glance at Danny's rigid shaft, she stepped into the hallway and raced back to her room, feeling a mixture of shame and exaltation. Now she really knew what a cock looked and felt like. When she conveyed the knowledge to her classmates, she would be the envy of the school.
"All right, Mother," Wanda said with resignation as she got up to carry her cup to the sink. "I agree we can't put them out, but what are we going to do? Surely you don't expect to keep them here indefinitely. Regardless of what their mother is, sooner or later somebody's going to be looking for them. You're going to have to tell somebody where they are."
"I know you're right, dear, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I hate to see them go to a juvenile home, or even a foster home. They don't care for children very well. I want to keep them here until at least Tuesday. Then I can call the authorities and see what we can work out."
Wanda spun around from the sink, her eyes flashing. "My God, you're not going to adopt them, are you?"
"I hadn't really thought about that. It's not a bad idea. You know, you're going to get married again, and then I'll be here all by myself. This house is too big for one person."
"God, give me strength!" Wanda moaned, throwing her hands to the ceiling. "My Mother's gone absolutely out of her gourd."
"I didn't say I would, Wanda. I just said I'd think about it. Anyway, their being here for a few days isn't going to hurt anything. At least they'll be fed and warm. Surely no one can fault me for that."
Wanda crossed the room to pick up her purse. "All right, Mother. Whatever you say. I'm going to go change before lunch. You just be sure to tell those kids to stay away from my daughter. If anything happens, I'll hold you responsible." With that she flounced angrily from the room.
Ruth sighed as she got to her feet, disturbed over her daughter's attitude. Wanda had always been selfish, but not to this extreme. As she set up the ironing board and iron, Ruth was more determined than ever to do something for the boys, if nothing more than to insure that they were treated properly.
She got their clothes from the dryer and pressed them as best she could. They were so worn and thin she knew they wouldn't last much longer. It would be a good idea to outfit them completely this afternoon, while the stores were open. At least she could do that much without fear of repercussions from her daughter.
When their things were ready, Ruth wakened Paul and had him get dressed, then sent him upstairs with Danny's clothes. The boys returned to the living room within a few minutes, looking totally different than when she had found them in the car. Ruth was pleased at that small amount of progress. She had them sit down, then called Wanda and Karen.
When the introductions were completed, they had lunch, then Ruth took the boys to a nearby shopping center to outfit them from head to toe. Neither of the lads could believe their good fortune. They could hardly contain themselves until they got back to the house and could change.
By the time supper was on the table, it was apparent to Ruth that Wanda's attitude had relented somewhat, and that Karen was obviously enjoying the companionship of two youngsters near her age. The meal passed pleasantly. After the children had cleaned up the kitchen, they all went to the living room to relax and watch television.
"Don't forget we have to be at the Michaels' party at nine," Wanda reminded her mother.
"Under the circumstances, do you think we should still go?"
Wanda looked at the two boys carefully, then nodded. "I think it'll be all right. I didn't realize they were so young. You kids'll behave while we're gone, won't you?"
"Oh, Mom!" Karen whined. "I'm old enough to take care of things. I baby-sitted before, remember?"
"Paul and Danny are hardly babies," Ruth interjected, "but I think we can trust you. You'll have to be in bed by the time we go anyway." She looked at her watch and got to her feet. "We'd better go get ready."
Wanda rose and followed her mother across the room, then stopped at the foot of the stairs and turned to Karen. "You can all stay up until nine, then you have to go to bed. I'm going to rely on you to keep things in order."
"I'll take care of it," the girl said. "What can happen?"
"I'd rather not think about it." Wanda eyed the boys again before continuing on her way upstairs.
At nine o'clock, the television program had ended, and the women had gone. Karen assumed a take-charge attitude, turned off the TV, and told the boys to go to bed. They agreed wordlessly, and went upstairs to their room as Karen began turning out the lights.
"I guess we're gonna get to stay here for a while, huh?" Danny asked as Paul closed the door to their room. "Boy, wouldn't it be neat if we could stay here all the time?"
Paul was thoughtful as he began unbuttoning his new shirt. "I don't know, Danny. I think we'd better get out of here, too. Mrs. Ryan said she'd do something about us Tuesday. I think I know what that means."
"What?"
"Either she's going to take us back to Ma, or turn us over to juvenile. Heck, that's as bad as it was before."
"You really think so?" Danny asked, pulling his pants down. "Why did she buy us all this stuff then? I think she likes us, Paul."
"Maybe so, but that other lady doesn't. That Mrs. Curtis. I don't think she wants us here at all. I don't trust her."
Danny put his clothes carefully on a chair and sat down on the bed to pull off his socks. "What do you think we ought to do?"
"I don't know yet." Paul put his clothes on the dresser, then turned out the light and started for his bed. "I'm gonna think about it, Danny. I'll tell you in the morning. Okay?"
"Uh huh. 'Night."
When they were under the covers in their separate beds, Paul clasped his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. It was hard for him to concentrate on their predicament. He didn't want to admit it to Danny, or even to himself, but he didn't know where they could go from here. Anyway, it was pretty hard when you weren't even in your teens. That wasn't all he had on his mind, either. Karen and her big tits seemed to be floating above him in a mist, teasing and tantalizing.
CHAPTER FOUR
With some effort, Paul was finally able to push thoughts of Karen from his mind and concentrate on deciding what to do. It seemed to him that their biggest problem was money. If they had enough cash to buy something to eat, they could probably hitchhike a long way without getting caught, and then maybe they could get a job on a farm or something. Though they'd never seen a farm, he had heard that they sometimes hire extra kids to help out. But where could he get some money?
Suddenly it dawned on him that there might be some money in the house. Mrs. Ryan must be rich to have a house like this. Maybe she kept it hidden in her bedroom. It wouldn't hurt to look. He threw back the covers and walked naked to the door and pressed his ear against it, listening. Karen must have gone right to bed, because there was no sound in the house. He opened the door carefully and, seeing no light when he glanced down the hall, he began creeping stealthily toward what he knew was Ruth's room.
The door was open and he stepped inside quickly, then closed it behind him. He could see well enough in the dim light to make out a small lamp on the dressing table and crossed over to turn it on. In addition to the dresser in the room. He began with the dresser.
Opening the drawers quickly, he checked their contents, pushing bras, panties and hose aside to search for money. He found a jewelry box that contained several rings, necklaces and pendants, but he knew he couldn't dispose of those, whether they were real or not.
When he opened the bottom drawer and began rummaging through it he came across something he had never seen before. It looked like a gigantic cock with a handle attached. He picked it up to examine it, turning the thing slowly in his hand as he looked at it with wonder. It was made of something that felt like rubber, soft and smooth. It looked exactly like a man's cock, even to the coloring. It was bent just like a prick, and there was a tiny slit in the end like a real peter would have. He sniffed at it, smelled nothing, then dropped it back in the drawer, curious as to why she would keep something like that around.
When he was through with the dresser he went directly to the bureau. Some of the drawers contained a man's things, but there was no sign of anything that looked like ready cash. After checking those drawers, he turned to the dressing table and then to the nightstands, but found nothing. Shaking his head with exasperation, he crossed to turn out the light and then went to the door.
The house was still completely quiet as he stepped into the hallway and walked toward the blonde's room. He stepped inside quickly, shut the door, then flicked on the light. It was a smaller room, with only a double bed and a large dresser against one wall. His bare feet made no sound as he crossed to the dresser and began a methodical hunt. He had just closed the last drawer when he heard the door open behind him. Straightening quickly, he turned to find Karen coming into the room with a surprised look on her face.
"What are you doing in here?" the girl asked. "This is my Mother's room."
"I know," he answered lamely. "I was looking for some ... pajamas."
"I'll just bet. You were stealing, weren't you? You were going to rob us."
"No, honest! I didn't take nothin'! See?"
Karen's lips curved up as she looked at the boy. There was no doubt he hadn't taken anything. He was naked as a jay bird, and there was nothing in his hands. Her gaze dropped to his pelvis and she eyed his cock and balls For the third time that day she was able to see what a boy had, and once again it thrilled her. Paul's penis was larger than Danny's, and she immediately began to wonder just how big it would be when it was hard.
Paul saw her looking at his cock and covered it with his hands, embarrassed at being caught like that. "Look, don't tell anybody," he pleaded. "You go on back to bed, and I will, too. Please don't say nothin'. I wasn't gonna take anything."
"My mom won't believe that," Karen said coolly. "She'll call the police on you. She'll make 'em take you to jail."
"Aw, Jeez, Karen, don't!" he begged. "C'mon. Gimme a break! I'll do anything if you promise not to tell! Karen, please!"
"That sounds cool," Karen said, smiling again. She closed the door and leaned against it. "Would you do anything if I didn't tell? Anything at all?"
Paul was too frightened to do anything except nod.
"Okay, then." The girl walked over to him saucily and looked down at his pelvis. "Take your hands away, then. Let me see it."
"Aw, Jeez." Paul didn't want to, but he had no choice. He uncovered his prick and let his arms hang at his sides. "There. Is that enough?"
"Huh uh." Karen reached out to hold his soft tool for a moment, then let it go and quickly pulled her nightgown off over her head. She tossed it on the bed, then turned to face him with a smirk. "Don't you think I've got a nice body, Paul?"
Her undressing had surprised him, and for a moment all he could do was stare. She had a figure that was out of sight. He had never seen titties that struck straight out like that. The pink nipples on her tits were hard, and jutted out like pencil erasers. As he let his gaze drop, he saw the thick hair covering her groin and wondered if she had a hole like his mother's. He had never touched a girl, and consequently didn't know what they were like.
"You're really pretty," he said in a choking voice. His prick was hardening, but he had no control over it. He felt ashamed that she could see his peter stiffening. "How come you want me to see you like that?"
She put a hand to her mouth and giggled as she watched his peter throb to a hard-on. It struck her funny that she didn't even have to touch it to make it grow. All she had to do was let him see her naked body, and it made her feel powerful. She sobered quickly and dropped her hand.
"If you don't want me to tell, you've got to do something for me. I want you to suck my tits."
"Huh? What the hell for?"
"Never mind, just do it." She pushed her tits forward and turned slightly to point a nipple at him. "Go on. Suck it. I want to see what it feels like."
Paul nodded and swallowed. "Okay." He bent over and covered the tip of her soft titty with his lips and began sucking gently. The hard nipple felt good against his tongue. Closing his eyes, he pushed his face forward, covering his nose and chin with the smooth flesh as he pretended to drink from her boob.
"Ooohhh, God!" Karen moaned. Her eyes were half closed as she put her hands on his head and watched him tug on her tit. Joyous tingles of delight flowed down to her cunt and her vagina began contracting spasmodically. It was almost as though there was an electric wire running from her tit to her pussy. "Oh, Paul! Wow! God, that feels good! Uuummm!"
Paul was enjoying it too. He sloshed his tongue over the rough nipple as he applied suction. The sweet scent of her skin filled his nostrils, and his balls began to ache.
"Suck the other one!" she panted, pushing his head back and thrusting the other nipple into his mouth. "Oh, suck it, Paul! That's heavy! Cripes, I didn't know it felt so good! Suck it like a baby! Make believe there's milk in it! Oh, wow!"
As she patted his head, she felt the lips of her cunny twitch. Moisture was seeping into her gash, and her twat hole was dilating. Sensations she had never felt before surged through her girlish figure. She began breathing rapidly.
Paul's prick was jerking wildly. Mouthing her mushy tits had gotten him hotter than he could remember, but sucking her nipple wasn't satisfying. He wanted more. Right now! He pulled his lips from her tit and sank to his knees in front of her, running his hands down her back and over her taut, rounded ass. Gripping the backs of her thighs, he forced her to spread her legs, then bent low and buried his face in her hairy cunt.
"Oh, Paul!" she whimpered, looking down between her tits to see his face nuzzling her tingling cunny. He was brushing his mouth against the fleshy lips of her gash, and the very act sent searing shocks into her uterus. She dropped her hands to his head and began grinding her snatch against his face. "Paul! Oh, Paul! God! Kiss me! Kiss it! Right there! Oh, Jesus! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, my God! Aaarrrggghhh!"
Paul stuck out his tongue and probed through her thick hair for the moist canyon of her twat. Then he was lapping at her dewy gash, tasting the sweet milk that filled her valley. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
"God, Paul! Oh, God! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! You're eating me! Oh, lick it! Lick it! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Paul!" Her hips were gyrating and she was hunching at him, unable to control her physical response. Her cuntal fluid was flowing heavily now, and she felt a trickling down the inside of her thighs. "Paul! Aaaggghhh!"
"Uuunnnfff! Uuummm!" He couldn't stop. He lapped and swallowed her tasty fluid as his tongue caressed her clit. His prick was throbbing so hard it made his balls jiggle. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuummm!"
"PAUL! I'M GONNA CUM!" she wailed. Her ass cheeks tightened as she shoved her pussy against his mouth. Her pointed tits bobbled and her flat belly palpitated with passion. "EAT ME, PAUL! EAT ME! I'M GONNA CUM! OH, GOD, PAUL! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! PAUL! NOW, PAUL!
OH, MY GOD! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
The girl bent her knees and lifted her head toward the ceiling as she shuddered violently with orgasm. She clutched at the back of his head and crammed his face into her slit as her pussy erupted. "WWWAAAHHH! OH, GOD! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
Paul continued to lick her milky crevice until she stopped trembling. He pulled his head back, sat back on his ankles, and looked up at her, his face glistening with her juice. "Is that what you wanted me to do?"
She took a deep quavering breath and nodded. "Oh, yes! Wow! That was super!"
He got to his feet and wiped his face with the back of his hand. "We'd better go back to our rooms now. I don't wanna get caught."
Her eyes were bright with lust as she shook her head quickly. "No, Paul. They won't be back for a long time yet. Remember, you promised." She looked down at his pulsing tool. His shaft was rock hard, and the purple head was swollen to a gigantic bulb. "I want to see what your thing does when you cum. Jack off for me. Let me see you shoot."
He was more than willing to comply. His prick was so hard it hurt, and his balls were aching. After eating her cunt, he didn't feel shy any longer. He had to blow off. Nodding mutely, he dropped down to the rug and stretched out on his back, his hard pecker pointing at the ceiling.
"Jack off, Paul," Karen simpered. She straddled his legs and stared down at his thick shaft. "Pump it good. I want to see it shoot."
"Okay." Paul grabbed his dick and began stroking it. "Spread your cunt. Let me see your pussy while I do it."
"All right." Karen placed her two index fingers on the lips of her snatch and pulled them apart.
Paul licked his lips as he stared up at the pink canyon of her twat and the dark hole that was still dripping milk. His hand became a blur on his pecker. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned. "Fuck! Fuck!"
"Do it, Paul! Do it!" she panted, hunching her ass as she watched him pound his meat. She had heard about boys jacking off, and had laid awake nights wondering how they did it. Now she was actually seeing it happen, right before her eyes, and it thrilled her.
"Oh, fuck!" Paul groaned. "Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Jesus! I'm so fuckin' hot already! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, God! Aaaggghhh! I'm gonna cum! Christ! Oh, fuck, Karen! Watch it! Wwwhhhuuunnnggg!"
"I am! Oh, Paul!" She could stand it no longer. Driving a finger into her cunt hole, she began pumping frantically. "I'm gonna cum, too. Shoot, Paul! Shoot!"
White cream spurted from his shaft into the air, hung suspended, then rained down on his naked chest. He stiffened and jerked as the geyser continued to shoot in hot sticky cum jets. Then it was all over. He sank back to the rug with a sigh as the last of his boyish cum dribbled out the end of his youthful peter.
"God, Paul!" Karen gasped. "I didn't know there'd be so much!" Her face was filled with awe as she took her hands from her pussy. "Cripes! That would fill a girl clear up. Just lay there a minute. I'll get us a towel."
She hurried off, then came back carrying a towel from the bathroom, wiping her wet hands. She knelt by his side and sopped up the sperm that had splattered all over his chest and belly. When she was through, she smiled at him.
"That was really super. Does it feel good when you jack off?"
"Uh huh. It's just like fuckin', I guess."
"Have you ever ... done that to a girl?"
"Nah. Not yet. Why? Do you want to fuck?"
"Oh, no!" The girl scrambled to her feet and reached for her nightgown on the bed. "I don't want to get knocked up. I'm not going to do that until I can get on the pill. My mom'd kill me if I ever got preggy."
Paul got to his feet slowly, his dick wilting against his balls. "Well, I'm gonna go back to bed. Remember what you said. You're not going to tell anybody."
"I won't. I promise." She pulled the nightgown over her head and yanked it down. "And don't you tell anybody, either. If my mom ever found out, she'd send us both away."
"Okay. I'll see you in the morning." Paul hurried to the door, then dashed down the hall to his room. When he was back under the covers, he lay there trembling for several minutes. It had been too close. He'd have to figure out some other way to get money. It was for sure they couldn't stay there much longer. He wanted to fuck Karen so bad his teeth hurt, and if they didn't get away, he knew he'd have to try it.
"I'm going right up to bed, Wanda," Ruth said as she closed the front door. "Will you check on the kids before you turn in?"
"Okay. I'm going to have a sandwich first. I don't know why in the hell the Michaels can't at least furnish something to snack on when we go over there."
"They drink their meals." Ruth started for the stairs. "I'll see you in the morning. Don't forget to look in on the boys."
She went upstairs and to her room, closed the door, then began undressing. It had been another frustrating evening for her. Stan Michaels was an exceptionally handsome man, only a few years older than herself, and each time she saw him she wondered what it would be like to go to bed with him. His wife was a frowzy redhead who had gotten fat over the years, and Ruth was sure she could give him a better fuck. She had spent the evening glancing at his fly and imagining what his prick looked like. By the time they had left, her cunny was wet.
When she was naked, Ruth stepped quickly to the dresser and took out the large shiny dildo. She kissed it lovingly, then turned out the light and carried it with her to bed. Throwing back the covers, she dropped down on her back and pulled her knees up, spreading them wide.
Putting the head of the dildo in her mouth, she began sucking on it while with her other hand she began caressing her cunt. It was becoming almost a nightly ritual with her, and though it wasn't as satisfying as a real prick, it helped ease her frustrations. She continued to suck on the fake prick until her milky cunt hole was fully dilated, then she put the dildo between her legs and shoved it up her twat.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, God, that feels good! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, fuck! Fuck!" Grabbing the handle with both hands, she began pumping it in and out of her tunnel, listening to the wet schlucking sounds it made in her cunt. "Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnfff! Uuummm!"
Hiking her ass off the bed, she began swirling her cunny around the spearing shaft, twisting her pussy as she stabbed it with the fake peter. She pretended it was Stan Michaels's cock, and that he was grunting as he slammed his big prick inside her.
Her back was completely off the bed. She began thrashing and undulating as she crammed the piston into her tingling twat. The head banged against her uterus and the base slapped the lips of her canyon as she pounded herself to orgasm.
Ruth shuddered as climax ripped through her. Her hairy cunt clamped on the dildo and her asshole puckered. She clenched her teeth to keep from screaming out in ecstasy, then moaned softly as she dropped back to the mattress, her big tits heaving from the exertion.
After she had rested for a moment, she shoved the dildo all the way in, then left it there as she pulled the covers up and laid back to close her eyes. There was one nice thing about it. She could leave it in all night, because it was always hard, and dream of being fucked repeatedly.
Wanda turned out the lights and went upstairs. She checked Karen's room and found the girl sleeping soundly, then went down the hall to the boys' room. When she went inside, they were apparently both asleep and breathing steadily. As she looked down at their sweet boyish faces, her heart softened.
They weren't really bad kids. She was beginning to feel sorry for them, though she had to admit a grudge against all children. If it weren't for Karen, she would have been remarried long ago. Few men wanted to take on a ready-made family, even a woman as attractive as she was. She sighed, then stepped out and closed the door and went to her room.
The moment she was inside her nostrils detected the unmistakable odor of cum. She flipped on the light and glanced quickly at the bed. It was just as she had left it. She kicked off her shoes and walked around the room, carefully inspecting the floor for any telltale signs, but there were none. Yet she was sure she smelled sperm.
Her first thought was to wake Karen and question her, then she decided against it. If the kids had been screwing, they wouldn't admit it. Still, she couldn't believe her daughter would do anything like that. Not after the hundreds of words of caution she had pounded into the young girl.
The puzzle was still gnawing at her as she undressed slowly and got ready for bed. She took out her nightgown, then stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her body was almost perfect. It was only her gigantic tits that prevented it from being symmetrical. Unfortunately, her 38C tits seemed almost grotesque on such a small frame. She looked like a cow. Her nipples were three inches in diameter, and covered the entire ends of her cones.
Wanda shook her head sadly as she pulled her nightgown over her head. Other women envied her, but she had come to almost hate her titties. All of her clothes had to be specially made, which was a problem in itself. But more than that, the men seemed to be fascinated only with her boobs, and nothing else. She didn't think they ever looked at her face or legs, just at her big tits. It was more of a handicap than most people realized.
Shrugging with resignation, she turned out the light and climbed into bed, wishing she had a man with her. Her cunt ached for a prick. If only she wasn't so proud. She could have been screwed hundreds of times, but more than anything else, she wanted to get married again, and she was trying her damnedest to hold out for that. If only something would happen.
She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, her hand resting on her hairy pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
The boys came downstairs for breakfast dressed in their new clothes and found the females still in their robes. Ruth and Wanda were preparing breakfast, while Karen set the table. Paul carefully avoided looking at Karen as the boys walked over to sit down. Ruth turned from the stove and smiled happily.
"Well, did you two have a nice sleep?"
"Uh huh," Paul replied. "Those beds are a lot better than the one we had at home."
"I'm glad. How about you, Danny? Are you ready for some breakfast?"
"I sure am, Mrs. Ryan. It smells good."
"Itll be ready in just a few minutes. And don't be calling me Mrs. Ryan. We're not formal around here. It's Ruth and Wanda and Karen. Okay?"
"All right." Danny started to reach for his orange juice, but Paul poked him in the ribs.
"Wait'll everybody's ready, dummy!"
Wanda brought a platter of ham and eggs to the table and put it down, then winked at the boys. "There's plenty more, so don't be bashful. Karen, get the toast, will you? C'mon, Mother. Sit down."
Paul felt embarrassed as he watched Wanda take her seat. The woman's big tits pushed the front of her robe out, and between the buttons he could see the creamy skin of her boobs. They were the biggest jugs he had ever seen on a woman, and he couldn't help wondering what they would look like uncovered.
Once again, the boys ate like it was their last meal. They were still putting the food away when the others had finished and the women had lit cigarettes to go with their coffee. Ruth smiled indulgently as she picked up her cup.
"You might as well clean it up, boys. If you want any more, I'll fix it. There's no sense in anyone going hungry around here."
Paul wiped up the last of his eggs with a piece of toast and popped it into his mouth. "I'm full. That was really good. We don't have breakfasts like this at our house."
"Do you get enough to eat at home?" Wanda asked sympathetically.
"Sometimes," Paul answered. "When Ma had the money, she'd buy lots of stuff. Me and Danny fixed it by ourselves, though. Ma wasn't home much.
"Well, I think you can count on eating regularly from now on," Ruth said. "Day after tomorrow, we'll find out what we can do. I promise you I'll make sure you're taken care of properly."
"Can't they just stay here?" Karen asked.
"It's not for us to decide," Wanda told her daughter sharply. "I think you'd better go start getting ready for church. Put on that new dress your grandmother bought you last week. Take a bath first. Go on now. We don't want to be late."
As Karen got up to leave the table, Ruth turned to the boys. "Would you like to go to church with them?"
"I don't think so," Paul said. "We've never been to church. We wouldn't feel right."
"Suit yourself," Wanda said, getting to her feet. "They can help you with the dishes, Mother. I'm going to go get dressed. You should come too, you know. A little religion wouldn't hurt you a bit."
"No, thank you, dear. I've had all of that I need. If I'm not saved now, I never will be. Go ahead. The boys and I will take care of everything."
Paul and Danny helped Ruth stack the dishes, then wiped while she washed. When they were through in the kitchen, Wanda and Karen had gone, so she sent them upstairs to make their beds and went into the living room to read the Sunday paper. It was her habit not to get dressed on Sunday morning until noon. Sitting down in a chair, she picked up the women's section, lit a cigarette, then began scanning the social news.
"Are we still going to run away, Paul?" Danny asked as he smoothed out the spread on his bed. "I'd sure hate to go away from here. It's really neat. Jeez, we've got nice beds, and she feeds us and everything."
Paul thought of Ruth sucking him off and what had happened with Karen during the night, and he frowned. Danny knew nothing about it, of course, but he didn't like the way things were going. He was afraid something might happen, and they would be turned over to the juvenile people, or worse. They would be better off if they left as soon as possible.
"I still think we oughtta keep going, Danny. We could find another place like this, only farther away. We gotta get some money, though. For food, and stuff like that."
"You're not gonna steal it, are you?"
"Aw, hell, no. Don't be stupid. The police would really be after us if we did that. We gotta figure out somethin' else."
"Jeez, Paul," Danny said plaintively, "why can't we ask her if we could stay here? She might let us. We could do her dishes and mow her lawn and everything. Can't we at least try?"
"No, but you gave me an idea. C'mon. Let's go downstairs."
When they entered the living room, Paul walked directly over to Ruth's chair. She looked up and smiled as he shuffled his feet shyly. "Ruth, I'd wash your car for a couple dollars. Okay?"
Ruth was still smiling as she put the paper aside.
"Why, I think that would be just fine, dear. It needs it. Why don't you both work on it? It'll give you something to do."
"Nah," Paul said. "Danny'd just get in the way. I'll do it by myself."
"All right. Let me go get the keys and I'll back it out for you."
Ruth went upstairs for the keys, then went out to the garage in her robe to back the car into the driveway. She showed Paul where the hose connected, then got him some soap and a pail.
"You don't have to worry about the inside, Paul. Just make sure the windows are clean. All right?"
"Okay, I'll take care of it."
Ruth patted him on the arm, then went inside to the living room. Danny was on his knees in the middle of the floor with the funnies spread out before him. She sat down in her chair and picked up the paper and began reading.
When she was through with the women's section and put it down, she saw Danny peering up between her legs. Glancing down, she saw that the bottom button of her robe had come undone, and that he had been looking at her hairy crotch. She closed her legs with a slap and buttoned the robe quickly.
"What were you looking at, Danny?" she asked softly.
His cheeks reddened with embarrassment. "I was ... looking at your pussy," he replied meekly.
Ruth felt a chill of excitement run up her spine, though she didn't know why. "Why do you call it that, dear?"
"That's what my ma calls it. Isn't that what it is?"
"Well, I suppose so. That's one term for it, anyway. Did you see your mother's, er, pussy quite a bit?"
"Uh huh. She didn't care. She showed me what it looked like a long, long time ago."
"Oh? What did you think of it?" Ruth's stomach was tightening into a knot and her cunt felt flushed with heat. For some unknown reason, she felt compelled to talk to the boy about it. It was almost as though the conversation alone could satisfy her craving.
Danny shrugged. "I don't know. It looked kinda funny. There's a big crack there, you know. And it doesn't have any hair on it or nothin'. Just a big hole."
"I know, dear." Her heart was beating faster, and her mouth was dry. "Do you like to look at pussys?"
"Uh huh. I never seen none except my ma's, though. Girls don't like to have you look at 'em."
"You can look at mine if you'd like. Would you want to do that?" She despised herself for what she was doing, but it was impossible for her to call a halt to it now. Her thighs were already twitching, and she could feel her cunt hole dilating rapidly.
"If you want me to," he said shyly, squatting back on his heels. "Is it like my ma's?"
"I think so. Come take a look."
Ruth scooted forward on the cushion, opened her robe and spread her legs. Sliding her fingers down to her moist gash, she pried the heavy lips of her cunt apart, exposing the pink valley and enlarged hole. She was dizzy with ecstasy as she watched him gape at her tingling snatch. "Come closer and see if it's like your mother's."
"Okay." Danny crawled over on his knees until his face was only inches from her dew-filled canyon. He peered at the fleshy slit intently, looking at the tiny nubbin of her clit and seeing the white fluid seep from the opening to her tunnel. "Yeah, that's what hers looks like. Are all pussys like that?"
"Yes, they are, dear." She could hardly control herself. His warm breath blowing into her snatch made her legs quiver and her nipples harden. "Wouldn't you like to see what it tastes like? You can lick it, if you want to."
He looked up at her face wide-eyed. "Could I do that? I don't even know how."
"It's easy, honey," she cooed, desperate for him to lap at her twat, yet trying to sound calm. "Just stick your tongue out and lick it. All over. Go ahead, honey. I think you'll like it."
The young boy inched closer, still on his hands and knees, his eyes fixed on her twat. The heady aroma of her snatch seemed to surround him as the delicious looking valley drew him closer.
Cautiously he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip to her milky crevice. It tasted good, so he began licking, moving his tongue over the smooth bare skin. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, then started lapping at her valley like a dog. "Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Oh, Danny!" she gasped. "Oh, baby! Oh, you sweet little boy! Uuummm! Oh, there, baby! Right there, dearest! Aaaggghhh! Ooohhh!" She took her hands from her crotch and placed them on his head and began brushing his hair gently while his tongue and mouth did delightful things to her cunt.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnfff!" Danny's hardening prick was bulging his pants as he sloshed his tongue around her crevice, hole and clit. Her cuntal juice tasted good. He wanted more. "Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Danny!'" she whimpered. "Oh, baby! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! That's it, sweetheart! Lick it good! Put your tongue in the hole! That's it! Oh, sweet! Wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Oh, God! Baby!"
She began squirming on the cushion, twirling her cunt against his face. It was magnificent! It had been years since she had had her pussy eaten, and the experience was driving her wild. There was no time to think of how evil she was being. All that concerned her was the delightful young mouth greedily gobbling her cunt. She closed her eyes and rolled her hips, grinding her twat against his mouth.
"Uuummm! Uuunnnggghhh!" Danny continued to mouth her canyon as he reached back for his fly. His rigid pecker was bent in his jeans, and he had to get it out. It hurt, and it was throbbing. The instant he yanked his zipper down, his shaft popped out, the purple head enlarged tremendously. He curled his fingers around his dong and squeezed tightly, then pushed his tongue deep into Ruth's cunt hole. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"OH, MY GOD, DEAREST!" Ruth moaned plaintively. "DEAR, DEAR BOY! IT FEELS SO GOOD, I'M GOING OUT OF MY MIND! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, LORD! don't STOP, BABY! EAT ME! EAT ME! I'M GOING TO CUM SOON, DARLING! PLEASE, SWEETHEART! LICK IT! LICK IT! AAA AHHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" Danny's face was buried between the lips of her gash. His nose rubbed her clit as his tongue sought out the tasty delights of her tunnel. Her juice was flowing directly into his mouth, and he swallowed it greedily. His young mind was awhirl with excitement, and his cock was pulsing in his hand.
"NOW, SWEETHEART!" she wailed. "EAT THAT BOX! OH, BABY! I'M CUMMING! LICK IT! OH, SHOVE YOUR TONGUE WAY IN! THAT'S IT! UUUNNNGGGHHH! DANNY! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! I'M CUMMING! WWWAAAHHH! OH, LORD! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
As orgasm flamed out from her cunt, she lifted her legs and locked his head between her thighs. She grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed as her back arched. Her mouth hung open, gasping for breath. Her limbs vibrated, and her eyelids fluttered, then she sighed as her legs slid off his shoulders and her feet hit the floor.
"Oh, Danny!" she groaned. "Baby! Baby! How wonderful!"
Danny sat back and wiped his mouth, still holding his stiff prick tightly. "Did I do it right?"
Her eyes opened slowly and she nodded. "It couldn't have been better, dear." She leaned forward, then looked down and saw his rigid shaft being gripped by his hand. The swollen head looked as though it were ready to burst. "Oh, honey! I should have known you'd get a hard-on. We've got to do something for that."
"What?"
She didn't even have to think. There was only one thing on her mind at that moment. Even though she had cum, her cunt still ached for something inside it. Before her conscience could change her mind, she dived for the floor and rolled over on her back, spreading her legs wide and pulling up her knees. Then she held her arms out to him and said, "Come, baby. Lay down on top of me and put it in."
He looked at her wet open cunt numbly and shook his head. "I can't. I don't know how."
"I'll show you! C'mon, baby! Lay down! I'll stick it in for you!"
He hesitated, then released his cock and moved over between her legs. Before he could brace himself, she grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him down on top of her. He felt her hand between them, and she was grabbing for his throbbing dong. In an instant he felt the tip of his shaft touching her wet gash, then it was inside her twat. It felt like a searing hot mouth, ready to gobble his dick.
"There, baby!" she whimpered. "Now, hold on!" Her hands clutched at his ass and she pulled him up with an abrupt yank, embedding his dick in her twat. "Aaaggghhh! Oh, Danny! It's in! Wwwhhhuuunnnggg!"
The hot wet tunnel squeezed on his pecker. It felt so good he almost cried out. For the first time in his life, he had his dick in a cunt. He could scarcely believe it was happening. He put his hands under Ruth's shoulders and stretched out his legs, shivering with delight as she continued to squeeze his prick with her pussy. "Oh, Jeez! Jeez! Ruth! Oh, wow!"
"Fuck me!" she hissed. "Fuck me, baby! Push it in and out! Oh, God, darling! You don't know how long it's been! Fuck me, dearest! Fuck me!"
She circled him with her arms, planted her feet on the floor, then began hunching up to him, forcing his prick as deep as she could. She was blind with passion, and the feel of a fiery cock in her cunt was driving her frantic. She crushed him against her tits and ground the lips of her cunt against his pelvis.
"Oh, Jeez, Ruth! I'm gonna try! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Is that it? Is that how to do it?"
"Yes, dear, yes! Faster! Pump faster, baby! Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me! Sweetheart! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! That's it, dear! Shove it all in! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, there! Can you feel it?"
"Yeah! God, Ruth! It's better than a mouth! Uuunnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! It's better than getting sucked off! Jeez! Oh, fuck! Aaaggghhh!"
The boy's hard, hot piston slid in and out of her twat easily. She clenched and unclenched her cuntal muscles, feeling each time his zipper banged against her pussy lips. This little boy's dong wasn't long enough to reach her womb, but she didn't care. She could feel every inch of his pecker, and the rim of the head titillated the sensitive tissues of her tube. It had been so long since she had been fucked that any size cock could make her cum, and it was building quickly.
"HOLD IT JUST A MINUTE!" she begged. "FUCK ME HARDER! OH, PLEASE, BABY! DO IT FASTER! SCREW THAT CUNT! OH, FUCK, HONEY! FUCK! FUCK! I CAN'T STAND IT! OH, DANNY! GIVE IT TO ME! IT WON'T BE LONG! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
"OH, GOD!" Danny sobbed. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! I'M GONNA CUM! I CANT HELP IT, RUTH! OH, FUCK! RUTH! I CAN'T HOLD IT!"
"OOOHHH! UNGH ... UNGH ... UNGH!" His fingers dug into her shoulders as his pecker erupted inside her. He had never cum that hard, and his youthful body twitched with each spurt. "UNGH! UNGH! AAAGGGHHH!"
"DDDAAANNNYYY! WWWAAAHHH!"
Just as her orgasm began thundering out to her limbs, she felt his boyish pecker jerking inside her and his hot sticky sperm was squirting against her uterus. His eruption shot in jets against the opening to her womb, filling her tunnel with the white boyfuck fluid. She arched off the floor and grabbed for his ass, pulling him all the way inside her until his gushing had ceased. When it was all over, she sagged back to. the rug with Danny panting on top of her.
"What a darling, darling boy!" she crooned, rubbing his back lovingly. "I was the first one, wasn't I? I was your very first fuck."
"Uh huh." The lad was breathing hard and his legs were quivering. "I didn't know it was going to be like that! Wow! I didn't think I'd ever stop shooting!"
"That's the way it should be, honey. I hope it's like that for you all the time." She turned on her side and rolled him gently over on his back. His prick was wet with their mingled juices. Holding her legs together tightly, she got to her knees and used the hem of her robe to wipe off his peter. "I'm going to go upstairs and take a bath now, honey. You go ahead and finish reading the paper."
"Okay." He laid looking up at her, making no effort to put his cock away. "You won't send us away, will you? We don't want to go anywhere. I want to stay here."
In a flood of emotion, Ruth bent over to kiss him tenderly. "I want you to stay, Danny. I really do. Don't think about it now, though. We'll worry about what's going to happen Tuesday." She got to her feet.
"Can we do that again?" he asked, fumbling with his pecker to get it back inside his pants. "I liked that."
"Of course we will, dear. Don't tell anyone what we did though, will you? I don't think they'd understand. Not even your brother, now hear? You won't tell Paul, will you?"
"Jeez, no." He zipped up his fly and got to his knees. "I won't tell. Honest."
"That's a good boy. I'll be back down in a little while."
Ruth trudged up the stairs and went to her room. She got a clean robe from the closet, then walked down the hall to the bathroom and stepped inside, closing the door. After taking off her soiled robe and throwing it in the hamper, she squatted on the stool to let Danny's cum drain into the bowl.
For the first time in years, she felt complete. It was a terrible thing to take advantage of a little kid like that, but she couldn't help herself. Not any more. Her resistance had broken, and she realized the crying need she had to be fucked. After wiping her cunt, she flushed the toilet and stood up, looking at her reflection in the large mirror over the sink.
"It can't hurt," she told herself in a soft voice. "They'd do it sooner or later anyway. Probably with some young girl that wouldn't even appreciate it. It's not wrong. It can't be wrong. Not when it feels so good."
She turned away and began filling the tub. As she watched the water flow in, she began thinking of what Paul's cock had been like when she sucked him off. His boyish prick was even bigger than Danny's, and would probably be long enough to reach her womb. As she imagined what it would feel like, her hand moved down to the hairy bush that covered her pussy, and she started fondling the soft lips surrounding her gash.
Wanda must never know. Nor Karen. They would never understand what it was like to be older and not have a man around to take care of sexual needs. Wanda had her dates, and Karen was much too young to be interested in things like that. If they were ever to find out, they would despise her, and she couldn't bear to have what little was left of her family feel anything but love for her.
Still, she was powerless to control her sudden craving for the boys. She simply had to experience Paul's prick, to have him mount her and shove that beautiful tool deep into her belly.
She had to fuck him! She just had to!
CHAPTER SIX
Wanda checked the rear view mirror, then pulled away from the curb in front of the church. Her lips were clamped into a thin line, and her eyes were angry. The minister's wife had taken her aside after the services and very politely asked Wanda to dress for church in a more becoming manner. The prissy little bitch had even gone so far as to insinuate that it was difficult for the male members of the congregation to concentrate on the service while craning their necks to gape at Wanda's low cut dresses and big tits.
Knowing that other jealous female parishoners had put the woman up to it, Wanda had replied tartly that if her husband's sermons would improve, perhaps the men wouldn't feel obligated to look around for something interesting to occupy their minds.
"What did Mrs. Wilson want to talk to you about?" Karen asked.
"Nothing. It wasn't important." Wanda turned onto the boulevard leading to their neighborhood, then reached in her purse for a cigarette. Pastor Wilson's sermon on temptation had struck home, and made Wanda more aware than ever of the situation that could develop between the boys and her daughter. "When we get home, I'm going to tell Grandma that we're going to have to turn the boys over to the authorities. I don't think it's healthy having them there at the house."
"Oh, Mom, don't!" Karen pleaded. Her interest wasn't entirely wholesome. She had been making plans of things to do with the boys, and she most certainly didn't want them to leave. "Putting them out like that wouldn't be a very Christian thing to do, would it?"
"I'm not concerned about whether it's Christian or not, young lady. I'm worried about you. We don't know those kids at all. They could be thieves, for all we know. Besides, it's not good for you to live that close with boys that aren't related. It isn't a healthy situation."
"Mom, I'm fourteen, for pete's sake. I'm old enough to take care of myself."
"You're old enough to do a lot of things, dear, and that's what I'm worried about. Incidentally, were you in my room last night?"
"No, why?" The question unnerved the girl, and she immediately began thinking of what evidence she and Paul might have left behind. There couldn't have been anything.
"Are you telling me the truth, Karen? I smelled something funny in there when I got home, and it certainly wasn't perfume. Did you and the boys go right to bed after we left?"
"Yes. I did just what you told me. What would I want in your room, anyway?"
"That's what I'm wondering." When they stopped for a light, Wanda put her cigarette out and looked at her daughter suspiciously. "You haven't been doing anything I don't know about, have you?"
"Like what, for cripe's sake?"
"Like sex. I don't mean just with the boys at the house. I mean with anybody."
"No, Mother. Criminy, you've pounded that into my head enough. I'm not doing anything."
"Good. Let's keep it that way. I've got enough things on my mind without having to worry about that. Remember what I said. You'll have plenty of time when you're older to find out what it's all about. It's not all that interesting anyway."
"Yes, Mother." Karen looked out the window and sighed. From the way her mother talked, it was a wonder she had ever been conceived.
When they arrived at the house, Karen and her mother went upstairs to change, then helped Ruth prepare the Sunday dinner. The boys occupied themselves by watching a Japanese monster movie on TV. It was nearing two o 'clock by the time they were called to the table, and their faces reflected astonishment when they saw the meal laid out for them.
"Jeez!" Danny murmured. "Look at all that food!"
Ruth laughed as she hugged the young boy. "I'm glad you like it, dear. You boys sit down and dig in, now. It's been a long time since breakfast, and I know you're hungry."
During the meal, Ruth asked about the church services, and Wanda passed it off by saying they were all right. She was still fuming over the remarks the minister's wife had made, but was too embarrassed to mention it. When they were through, Wanda got up from the table without a second cup of coffee.
"I have to leave right away, Mother. I'm going to a house party with Jerry Lester. I'm supposed to meet him there. I won't be home till late, so don't wait up for me."
"All right, dear. The children and I'll get along just fine. I think I might take them to a movie later on."
"Just make sure it isn't X rated," Wanda said. "Karen, you help your Grandmother with the dishes. If you do go to a movie, change into something else. I don't want you wearing shorts and halter if you go downtown."
"Okay, Mom."
The children helped Ruth clear the table and get the dishes ready for washing. A few minutes later, Wanda stuck her head in the kitchen to say good-bye, then left. Karen began putting soap and water in the sink, and got out the drying rack.
"I'd like you kids to do the dishes for me," Ruth said. "My back is acting up again. I want to go lay down for a while."
"Sure, Grandma," Karen replied. "Do you want me to rub it for you again?"
"No, that's all right, dear. I'll be just fine if I rest for a little bit." She knew what had brought on the ache at the base of her spine. Laying on the hard living room floor with Danny on top of her, plus her twisting and squirming, had thrown it out of whack. She wasn't used to activity like that.
"Ruth, I'll rub it for you," Paul offered innocently. "My hands are strong."
Ruth started to decline, then an idea struck her. It couldn't have come at a better time. "Why thank you, dear. That's very nice of you. We'll go up to my room. Karen, you and Danny can handle the kitchen, can't you?"
"Oh, heck, yes. Go ahead, Grandma. We'll be through in no time."
"Wonderful. C'mon, Paul. I really appreciate this."
She led the way upstairs and to her room, then closed the door behind them. She was ashamed of what she was about to do, but that inner urging kept goading her on. While Paul stood waiting, she began undressing slowly, gleefully noting that the boy kept his eyes on her as she took off her clothing piece by piece. She faced him and smiled as she unhooked her bra and slipped it off.
"I hope this doesn't embarrass you, Paul, but it's much easier to give a person a rub down when they're nude. That way you don't have to worry about getting lotion on their clothes. You don't mind, do you?"
His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched her hook her thumbs in her panties and slip them down her legs. "No, I don't mind," he said chokingly. "But what if the kids come up?"
"They'll be busy for a while." She kicked her panties off, then straightened up to let him see her complete nakedness. "Besides, they won't come in with the door closed. Are you ready?"
Paul tried not to stare, but he couldn't help himself. Ruth had a much better figure than his mother's. Her large tits were much firmer, and there was no roll of fat around her waist. Her smoothly rounded hips and shapely legs looked like something out of a magazine. He could see the deep furrow of her gash in the thick hair that covered her pelvis, and his prick began to tingle. He didn't want to get a hard-on, but there was nothing he could do about it. Already his shaft was beginning to stiffen.
"I guess I'm ready." He ran his tongue across his lips. "How do you want me to do it?"
"It's very easy, dear." Ruth picked up a bottle of lotion from the dressing table and walked over to the bed. She placed the bottle on the nightstand, then stretched out on the bed on her stomach, putting her hands under her cheek. "Just take the lotion and rub my back, honey. All over. Rub it in good. Especially down at the bottom of my backbone."
"Okay." The boy walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed then opened the lotion and poured a few drops into his palm. His hands were trembling as he applied the liquid to her back and began rubbing in circular motions, watching the cheeks of her ass wriggle under the pressure on her skin. His cock continued to harden, and it was uncomfortable.
"Ohhh, that feels good, Paul," she simpered. "Right there. Just a little bit lower. Ooohhh. That's it. Uuummm!"
Downstairs, Karen was attacking the dishes quickly, washing and rinsing them, then setting them in the drainer for Danny to dry. She was astonished that her Grandmother had let Paul go upstairs and rub her back. She had done the same thing for Ruth several times, and knew that her Grandma liked to get undressed when she had her back rubbed. It didn't seem possible, still Karen couldn't help but wonder whether Ruth was naked now, with Paul applying the lotion to her bare body.
"I sure hope Ruth takes us to the movie," Danny said, wiping a plate vigorously. "I haven't seen a show in a long time."
"Really? We go almost every weekend. My mom doesn't go, though. She usually brings guys over while grandma and I are gone."
"What do they do? Your mom and the guys, I mean."
"I don't know. She never says. Why?"
"Oh, I just wondered. My mom brings guys home, too. She lets 'em fuck her, and then they pay her for it. That's how we bought the groceries and stuff."
Karen looked at him with shock. "You mean she was a ... whore?"
Danny shrugged and picked up another plate. "Yeah, I guess so. She said she could make more money that way than workin'. What's wrong with that?"
"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you." The girl shook her head as she turned back to the dishes. "Wow! I don't believe it! Did you ever watch 'em?"
"Uh huh. It was really neat. Some of 'em were pretty funny."
Karen's interest perked up. "Did you really see them screw? I mean, did you really see them stick their things in your mother and everything?"
"Oh, sure. Haven't you ever seen anybody fuck?"
"Huh uh. I don't even know how they do it. Did the guys lay down on top of her?"
"Yeah, most of the time." Danny picked up a handful of silverware, opened a drawer, and began wiping knives and forks and dropping them in the slots. "Sometimes she got on her hands and knees, and sometimes she sat on their laps. Lots of times she'd just suck 'em off."
"What do you mean, suck 'em off?" Karen stopped washing and looked at him. "Tell me about it."
"Aw, you know. She'd suck their cocks till they shot off. A lot of guys wanted that more than they did fuckin'. I guess that's okay, though. Getting sucked off feels really super."
Karen was beginning to tremble. She'd never talked to anyone about things like that. Not even her girl friends. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to have a boy's thing in her mouth and suck on it, yet she wondered what it would taste like. When Paul had jacked off for her, his sperm had looked like cream, and she wondered if that's what it tasted like.
"How do you know, Danny? Did anybody ever do that to you?"
"Heck, yeah. Lots of times." Danny took a cup from the drainer and began drying it. "My ma did that to Paul and me a lot. Most of the time she was drunk, though. She said she liked our cocks because they weren't so big and ugly."
Oh, God! Karen thought. How could she do that? How could she do that to her own kids?No wonder they ran away!
The girl's hands were shaking as she turned back to the sink to put more dishes into the soapy water. A strange sensation was coming over her that she didn't recognize. It was almost the same as she'd felt when she'd watched Paul stroke his prick. Only now the feeling was in her mouth and her cunt. The lips of her pussy were tingling, and she could feel contractions in her uterus. What surprised her more than anything was the odd sensation in her nipples. They felt hard and sensitive in her halter.
By the time they finished the dishes, Karen was aquiver with excitement. She let the water out of the sink and dried her hands while Danny finished wiping the pots and pans. Her knees felt weak as she walked over to the table to sit down.
"Danny, what did it feel like when your mother, ahhh, sucked your thing?"
"It was really neat. It's kind of like jackin' off, I guess. You know, when the stuff shoots out and everything."
"No, I don't know." Her cunt was aching and her mouth was dry as cotton. "I'd like to see what it's like, though. Could you show me?"
"What do you mean, show you?" He wiped off the last pan and put it away, then stowed the drainer under the sink. After hanging up the towel, he turned to her. "There isn't anything to show, Karen. I don't get what you mean."
"Well, I mean ... I think I'd like to try it. I've never done anything like that before. Cripes, I've never done anything. How about it?"
Realizing what she had in mind, Danny looked toward the doorway to the living room nervously.
"Jeez, I don't know. Ruth and Paul might come down. I don't think she'd like it if we did anything like that."
"They won't come down," Karen said quickly. "I've rubbed her back before. It takes a long time. C'mon, Danny. Please! Show me how to do it."
When he looked at her, he saw by her expression that she meant it. He let his eyes rove over her full tits and bare legs. The thought of a pretty young girl like that gobbling his dick made him hot. He nodded, then walked over in front of her. Reaching for his zipper, he yanked it down, then pulled out his cock. The instant he showed it to her it began to harden, and they both watched it pulse and swell until it was at full erection.
"Oh, wow!" Karen gaped at the boy's tool and licked her lips. It wasn't quite as big as Paul's, but it looked almost the same. His shaft was veined and hard, and the purple bulb at the end was shiny. A tiny droplet of liquid hung in the slit at the tip, shimmering invitingly.
"Do you really want to suck it?" Danny whispered. "I'd like you to. It feels good to shoot off like that. Go ahead, if you want to. I don't mind."
The young girl's heart was pounding as she slipped off the chair to her knees in front of him. She swallowed several times as she kept her eyes on the throbbing cock directly in front of her face. This was something none of her friends had done. She would be the first. Boy, would they be bent out of shape when they heard about this.
"How do I do it?" she asked in a quavering voice.
"Just put your mouth over it and suck. Go ahead, Karen. My ma says it's a lot of fun. Just keep sucking till I cum. Okay?"
"All right, Danny, but tell me if I'm doing it right, huh?"
She braced herself, clasped the back of his thighs, then bent forward. First she licked the gleaming head, and the tiny bit of liquid in the slit tasted strange but wonderful. Then she opened her lips and slipped them over his dick, letting the rigid shaft slide back on her tongue. Closing her eyes, she shivered with intense delight as she began sucking and pulling on the tender pole. "Uuummm! Uuummm!"
"Oh, Jeez, Karen!" Danny groaned. He put his hands on her head and watched her full lips slide back and forth on his prick. "Wow! That's great! Oh, Jeez! Uuunnnggghhh! Suck it, Karen! Suck it! Aaaggghhh! Just like that! Ooohhh, wwwooowww!"
Danny began quivering as Karen applied pressure to his dong and started bobbing her head. Her soft lips made his cock tingle. She was sloshing her tongue all over the sensitive head of his tool. He clenched his asscheeks together and began pumping, thrusting his pecker deep in her mouth.
"Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuummm!" Karen was delirious with rapture. She could hardly believe anything could feel so good. The smooth, shiny shaft slipped easily in and out of her mouth, and the taste was heavenly. Her cunt was on fire, and she could feel the liquid seeping into her panties from her oozing twat hole. It was almost better than jacking off. She inhaled deeply, breathing his pelvic aroma, and moaned with ecstasy. "Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuunnnfff!"
"Jeez, Karen!" Danny gasped, hunching his tool at her mouth. "You're gonna make me cum! Oh, Christ! It tickles my balls! Suck it! Oh, God, blow me, Karen! Suck my pecker! Uuunnnggghhh! Karen! God! Jeez, your mouth is hot! Oh, fuck! Suck me! Suck me!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" Karen was lost in bliss. Nothing she had ever done had thrilled her so much. The delicious prick sliding in and out of her mouth was making her dizzy. She could hardly wait until the glorious moment when his sperm would explode. Her hands slipped up to his ass. She gripped his cheeks tightly and began devouring his pecker with even more relish. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"KAREN! I'M GONNA CUM!" Danny whimpered. His fingers tightened on her head as his legs began shaking. "I'M GONNA SHOOT OFF, KAREN! OH, FUCK! SUCK ME! SUCK ME! GOD! IT'S COMING! OH, CHRIST, KAREN! BLOW ME OFF! I'M GONNA CUM!"
The girl became frantic. She could feel his frenzy and knew it wouldn't be long. The sounds her mouth was making on his prick rang in her ears. She sucked as hard as she could, pulling and drawing his juice from his balls. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
She felt the tool enlarge between her lips, then it was gushing hot cum into her mouth in spurts. The sweet juice splashed against the back of her throat as she gulped it down greedily. His dick jerked and hammered against her palate as the thick cream continued to spew in a torrent. She managed to moan passionately between swallows. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!"
"OOOHHH, JEEZ!" The young boy was trembling and gasping for breath as he looked down to watch Karen slip her lips off his throbbing muscle. He had cum hard, and the drain on his system made him weak. He stared at his saliva wet joint for a moment, then pulled out a chair and slumped down. "Wow, Karen! That was really neat! Did you like it?"
"Gosh, yeah!" The girl wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she got to her feet on wobbly legs. "That was really heavy, Danny. I didn't know that stuff would taste so good."
"Did it make you hot?" he asked. "It always made my ma hot when she sucked us off."
"What do you mean hot?"
"I mean, do you want to jack off now? My ma always did afterward. She said it made her feel better."
"I don't think I have to." Karen sat down in a chair carefully. "I think I came when you did. It felt like it, anyway. Gripes, that was really something! It made me feel funny all over, you know? I could hardly wait for you to cum." She looked down at his wilting cock. "You can't do it any more right away, can you?"
"Huh uh." He pushed his soft tool back inside his pants and pulled the zipper up. "We couldn't anyway. I bet they're going to be down pretty soon. Maybe we'd better go in the living room and act like we're watching TV, huh?"
"You go ahead, I'll be in in a minute."
When Danny nodded and left the room, Karen slumped over the table, resting her head on her arms. All of this had been totally new to her, and she wasn't quite sure how to take it. Every fiber in her body seemed to be screaming for something more, but she didn't know what.
She knew she'd cum. She'd felt the spasms in her cunt when Danny had shot off in her mouth, and the crotch of her panties was soaking wet. There was no doubt she'd had a climax. But why did she still feel so up tight? Why was her pussy still aching? And her nipples tingling in the halter? There had to be more to it than that.
When her nerves had calmed and her breathing returned to normal, she got up and went to the refrigerator for a bottle of pop. Her face felt flushed, and there was an eerie feeling in her crotch and the inside of her thighs. She felt vaguely empty, as though something should be there that wasn't. As she leaned against the counter and opened the bottle, it came to her.
Of course there was more! She wouldn't be satisfied until she was fucked!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Does that feel better?" Paul asked, staring at the deep crack of Ruth's ass as he put the cap back on the bottle.
"Oh, yes, dear," she murmured. Turning over on her back, she looked at him with sultry eyes. "My back feels just fine now, but do you know what else you did to me?"
"Huh uh." He put the bottle on the nightstand then rubbed his hands together to work in the lotion. His rigid prick pressing against his jeans was painful, and he wanted desperately to go to his room and jack off.
"Give me your hand, dear." She took his wrist and placed his fingers against her hairy pussy, spreading her legs wide as she slipped his hand into her crotch. "Do you feel how wet I am?"
"Yeah." He was powerless to resist as she pressed his fingers into her milky cock canyon. Her gash was hot and sticky, and touching it made his cock throb even more. "You mean I made it wet like that?"
"You certainly did, sweetheart," she crooned. "I'm all hot and bothered. Do you know what that means?"
"I think so." He wanted to reach out and touch her large pointed tits, but he was afraid to. "Do you want me to go now?"
"Oh, no. I need some more attention, honey. Much more." She reached for his fly and pulled his zipper down, then pushed her fingers into the opening and pulled out his rigid member. Curling her fingers around it, she squeezed it gently, feeling his heartbeat pulse in her palm. "I'll bet that hurts, doesn't it, sweetheart? We're going to have to take care of that for you."
"Jeez, Ruth, are you going to suck my cock again?"
"Not this time. I want you to fuck me, Paul. Do you think you could do that? It would make me very happy."
"God, I don't know, Ruth. I've never done that before." Her hand caressing his tool made him tremble. He could feel her wet cuntal opening with his fingers, and wondered what it would feel like to plunge his dick into that hot hole. "I guess I could if you showed me how."
"Oh, I will, dear. I will." She took his hand from her cunt, then got to her knees and bent over to kiss the tip of his prick. Desire flamed in her twat as she rubbed her lips over the slick smooth head of his pecker. Then she raised up and kissed him on the lips. "Get up behind me, dearest, and I'll show you what to do."
Paul didn't understand what she meant until she turned around on her knees, bent her head to the pillow, and spread her legs apart. He got off the bed, then crawled up between her feet, staring down at the dark bunghole of her ass and the pink spread lips of her twat. White milk was seeping from her cunt hole and running down into her slit.
"All right, dear," Ruth said. "Now, move up closer and put your beautiful prick in my cunt hole. Can you see it?"
"Uh huh." He was shaking with anticipation as he inched forward on his knees. Gripping his dick, he bent it down, aimed the purple head at her hole, and touched the tip to the opening. The searing heat of her pussy tickled the end of his tool as he gradually slipped it in. "Oh, wow!"
"That's it, sweetheart!" Ruth whimpered. "Put your hands on my hips and shove it all the way in. It'll feel good, dear. You'll see. Go ahead now. Push that beautiful cock all the way inside me."
"Okay." He gripped her hips and looked down at the shaft of his tool. He'd heard about doing this, but had never felt a cunny on his rod. He took a deep breath, put his weight on his knees, and began thrusting his hips forward, embedding his pulsating cockshaft in her slick dark tunnel . "Gggnnnuuuggghhh!"
"Oh, my God!" Ruth wailed as the rigid piston pierced her cunny. She could feel the thick head gliding up her tube, working its way into her vagina, then the fiery end was banging against the opening to her womb. "Wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Oh, lover! Oh, baby! You're so big! Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Paul! Oh, sweet!"
"Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnfff!" Paul was shivering with delight as her cunt enveloped his dick. He had never felt anything like it. Her flaming twat was squeezing his dick deliciously, and the slimy walls of her tunnel clamped it in a blissful vise. Her asscheeks were pressed against him, and he could feel the sensitive tip of his muscle poking something hard inside her belly. "Oh, fuck, Ruth! Jeez! This is super!"
"I know, darling!" she whined. "Now pump it! Go ahead! Push it in and out! Fuck me, honey! Fuck me like a man! Oh, darling! I can't believe how good that feels. Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Lord! Do it, baby! Fuck that cunny!"
Paul slithered his dick out to the end and forced it in again. "Wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Jesus, Ruth! It's so damn tight! God, that feels good! Aaaggghhh! Oh, damn! Uuunnnggghhh!"
The bed rocked as Paul began hunching rapidly, stabbing her, pulling it out and stabbing her again. He could feel the squeezing of her cuntal muscles, and it only added to his rapture. It was as though her twat was gobbling his dick. The thrilling sensation tingled clear down to his balls.
"Fuck me, Paul!" Ruth whimpered, burying her face in the pillow. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" She began gyrating her hips, swirling her pussy around on his plunging pole. Her heavy tits swayed beneath her, the nipples brushing lightly against the bedspread. "Fuck me! Oh, God! Fuck me! Aaarrrggghhh! Harder, Paul! Oh, baby! Sweet, baby! Wwwhhhhuuuunnnngggg! Give me all of it, dearest! Oh, Lord, I love that cock! Gggnnnuuuggghhh!"
Paul was hammering his dick into her corkscrewing cunt, slamming the head against her womb each time he plunged it in. Every nerve in his body was tingling with ecstasy as he buried his slippery spike again and again in her cunt.
"OH, FUCK! FUCK! IT'S OUTTA SIGHT, RUTH! OH, DAMN! I DIDNT KNOW IT WOULD FEEL SO GOOD! JEEZ! OH, FUCK! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! RUTH! FUCK! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"FUCK ME, PAUL! FUCK ME!" Ruth began rocking back and forth, matching his rhythm and shoving her cunt back on his tool each time he speared her. She was in a frenzy of passion and her cunt was screaming for climax. The thick shaft darting in and out of her pussy filled her with rapture. Her mind was reeling. "PAUL! OH, MY GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
"I'M GONNA CUM!" he cried out. "RUTH, I CAN'T HOLD IT! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, JEEZ! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! CHRIST, I'M GONNA SHOOT OFF! AAAGGGHHH!"
"WAIT, BABY! WAIT!" Her naked ass was swiveling and twirling as she forced his pecker to ream her cunny. His jeans were slapping against her buttcheeks, and his pecker made schlucking sounds as he rammed it in and out of her cream-filled hole. "OH, LORD, PAUL! IT'S COMING! I'M ALMOST READY! HARDER, PAUL! FUCK ME FASTER! GGGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, NOW, BABY! NOW! CUM, DEAREST! SHOOT YOUR JUICE IN MY PUSSY! NOW, PAUL! AAAGGGHHH! WWWAAAHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" The boy's fingers dug into her fleshy hips as his back arched. His eyes closed and his mouth sagged open, then he jerked as his sperm coursed through his dick and squirted from the tip. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OOOHHH, JJJEEEZZZ! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"PPPAAAUUULLL!" Ruth stopped and remained motionless as his hot sticky boy cum spurted against her uterus in spraying jets. Climax seized her, and she screamed into the pillow. "AAARRRGGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
When he had stopped erupting, Paul's chin dropped to his chest and he took several deep breaths, waiting for his arms and legs to stop twitching. After a moment, he began slowly backing away, slithering his cum and milk-covered tool from Ruth's cunt hole. When the head popped out, a large glob of milky semen followed it, dropping with a splat on the bedspread. He moved to the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor, then stood up.
"God, Ruth! That was really cool! Are you okay?"
She looked back between her legs at the puddle of cum soaking into the spread and carefully avoided it as she got to her feet. She smiled, put her hands on his cheeks and kissed him.
"I'm just fine, dear. I can't thank you enough. I know you wouldn't be able to understand how much that meant to me, but I do want you to know I'm very happy. You're a very nice boy, Paul. I'm so awfully glad you're here."
He was embarrassed at her remark. No one had ever talked to him like that before. He bowed his head shyly and shuffled his feet. "Aw, that's okay. I liked it too. I'm sorry about the mess."
"Don't you worry about it, dearest. I'll take care of it. Let me wipe off your beautiful cock and you can go downstairs and wait for me. We'll all go to the movies as soon as I get dressed."
She went to the dresser, took some tissues from a box, then stepped over to him and began wiping at his tool. When she was finished, she squatted down and kissed the soft shaft lovingly, then rose up. "You can put it away now, dear. I don't have to tell you not to say anything about this, do I?"
"Oh, no." Paul shoved his limp dick back in his pants and pulled the zipper up. "I won't say anything. I'll just go down and watch TV until you're ready to go."
"That's fine, honey." She walked with him to the door. "You'd better tell Karen to change too. Her mother doesn't want her to go out dressed like that."
"I'll tell her." He stopped in the doorway and flicked his eyes over her lush, naked figure. "Ruth, can I fuck you again like that? It's really heavy when I can cum in your pussy."
"Of course, dear. We'll just have to be careful. Go on, now. I'll be down in a minute."
It was dark when they returned from the show. Wanda hadn't returned, and there were no lights on in the house. They went inside, took turns in the bathroom, then went into the living room and turned on the TV. There was a discussion over which program they should watch, and they finally settled on a comedy show. Ruth offered to make some fudge, but the children all said they were full of the candy they'd had at the movie.
"I think I'll go up to my room and listen to some records," Karen said when the program was over. "You guys want to come up?"
"Huh uh," Danny said. "I want to see the movie that's coming on."
"How about you, Paul?"
"Okay. Ruth, can we take some pop up with us?"
"Of course. Danny, you can have one too, if you'd like."
The kids went to the kitchen for soda, and Danny returned to the living room to squat on the floor while the other two went upstairs.
"I've got some really heavy records," Karen said, closing the door and flipping on the light. She crossed over to a large component system in the corner of the room, put several records on the turntable, then walked back to sit on the bed with Paul as the music began pouring out of the four speakers. "Doesn't that just tear your mind?"
"Yeah, but not so loud! Christ, it hurts my eardrums!"
"Chicken." She put her pop on the floor, then went over to turn the volume down. When she came back, her eyes fastened on Paul's fly. A tremor of excitement clutched at her cunt as she tried to imagine what his prick would feel like in her pussy. "I think I'll get out of this dress. You don't mind, do you?"
"Huh uh. Go ahead."
The girl made no pretense in coyness. Instead, standing directly in front of him, she unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head. She wasn't wearing a slip. Her bra was one of the gauzy see-through varieties, and her dark circular nipples were plainly visible. Her bikini panties were a pale blue, and dark hair curled out not only around the legs, but also stuck out over the waistband. She smiled at him pertly, then turned to hang up her dress in the closet.
Paul's eyes remained fixed on her almost naked body as he watched her reach behind and unhook her bra. She slipped it down her arms, then took it off and turned around to face him. He gulped involuntarily. He wanted to fuck her so bad it hurt, and he knew that she knew it.
"You like to look at my tits, don't you?" she said happily. "I'll bet you'd like to see my pussy again, too." Tossing her bra aside, she quickly skinned the panties down her legs and kicked them away. "Is your cock hard yet, Paul?"
"It sure as shit is!" he groaned, feeling his rigid piston throb in his pants. "You shouldn't oughtta tease like that, Karen. It ain't nice."
She sauntered over to him, swiveling her smooth youthful hips, her tits bouncing. She stopped directly in front of him and slowly and seductively ran her hands over her cones, down across her flat belly, and into the thick hair that surrounded her cuntal gash.
"You like that, don't you, Paul?" she whispered. "You like my body. Why don't you take your clothes off, too? I want to see your hard cock."
"Shit no!" He leaped to his feet. "Not with Ruth downstairs. She might come up and catch us. No way! I'm not gonna get caught!"
"They're watching a movie," she cooed. Stepping closer, she pressed her naked body against him and put her arms around his waist. "Please, Paul. Get undressed. I can feel your cock, you know that?" She pushed her belly against his pelvis. "Uuummm! Oh, Paul, it's so hard! C'mon! I want to see you naked, too."
His resistance evaporated as he felt the heat of her skin through his clothes and her hard nipples pressing against his chest. He didn't care whether he was caught or not. He knew how it felt to fuck now, and he wanted to stab his prick into Karen's virgin twat.
"Get away a minute," he said gruffly, unbuckling his belt. When Karen stepped back, he quickly stripped, throwing his clothes aside carelessly. When he was naked, his throbbing cock stood out at full erection in front of him. He reached for her.
"Oh, Paul!" she whimpered, stepping into his arms and pressing her smooth nude body against his. His hard shaft was crushed between them, and her tits flattened against him as she tilted her face up for a kiss.
Paul pressed his lips on hers as he ran his hands down her back to her ass. He caressed her firm young buttcheeks as her tongue swished in his mouth, and he could feel his dick jerking against her taut belly.
"Paul, I want you to fuck me!" she gasped, breaking away. "I want to see what it feels like! C'mon! Let's get on the bed!"
Karen leaped on the mattress, turned on her back, and spread her legs. Her tummy was palpitating, and her large pointed tits were heaving with quick intakes of breath. She held her arms out to him and looked at him pleadingly.
Paul's hard dick was pulsing, the rigid shaft swollen so tight it threatened to burst. He stared at her dewy canyon surrounded by curly hair for a moment, then guttural sounds came from his throat as he crawled up between her legs and laid down on top of her.
"Oh, Christ, Karen! You know I want to fuck you!"
"I want you to!" she whined. "Stick it in, Paul! Put your prick in my cunt and fuck me! Oh, hurry! Please! I'm dying to see what it feels like!"
"So am I!" He reached down to his pelvis and gripped his tool, then guided the tingling head into her wet gash. He found her hole quickly, and eased the tip into the tight opening. "Oh, fuck!"
"Take your hand away!" she panted. "Shove it in! Oh, God, Paul! I can feel it!" She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, locked her ankles, then dug her heels into the crack of his ass. "Fuck me, Paul! Fuck me!"
Slipping his hands under her shoulders, he pressed his cheek against hers and braced his knees. Then, with one gigantic thrust, he crammed his tingling fuck muscle into her belly.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, my God, Karen! You're so fuckin' tight! Jesus! Wwwhhhuuunnnggg!"
"WWWAAAHHH! Oh, Paul! It hurts! Stop! Oh, Jesus! Paul! AAARRRGGGHHH! Oh, my God! It's clear up to my chest! AAAGGGHHH! Oh, my Lord! Paul, don't!"
He couldn't stop. The smooth walls of her tube clenched at his dick as he continued driving it in. Their pelvises met, and his balls were resting against her asshole. "Oh, fuck, Karen! Christ, what a cunt! Jesus!"
"Please, Paul!" she sobbed. "It's hurting me! Take it out! Oh, God, take it out! Please!"
"I can't!" he groaned. "I've got to fuck you! Oh, damn, Karen!"
His asscheeks quivered as he began hunching in and out of her, impaling her juicy pussy with his dick. The juice-filled tube slid deliriously over his prick. He drove it in, pulled it out, then thrust forward until the head of his tool found her uterus. Her hard tits against his chest increased his excitement, as did the feel of his balls slapping against her ass. He couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to.
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! PAUL, IT'S BETTER NOW! IT DOESN'T HURT ANY MORE! OH, MY GOD! I don't BELIEVE IT! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, FUCK ME! OH, PLEASE, MAKE ME CUM! I WANT TO CUM, PAUL! SCREW ME! GIVE ME ALL OF IT! OH, GOD! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! WWWHHHUUUUNNNGGG!" The head of his dick tickled almost unbearably as he rammed his dong into her over and over again. His pelvis pounded against hers each time he embedded his poker in the tight slippery tube. Her cunt was nothing like Ruth's. It was much tighter, and it caressed his dick like a fist.
"PLEASE, PAUL!" she begged tearfully. "FUCK ME! I LOVE IT! OOOHHH! YOU'RE GOING SO DEEP! UUUNNNGGGHHH! CAN YOU CUM, PAUL?" Her hands clawed at his bare back. She squirmed and twisted under him, hunching her cunt at his stabbing shaft. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, PAUL! FUCK! FUCK! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
When a commercial came on the screen, Ruth put her cigarette out and stood up. "I'm going to go upstairs and put my robe on, Danny. Help yourself to more pop, if you'd like. I'll be back in a minute."
"Okay." Danny got to his feet and hurried to the kitchen while Ruth went up the stairs.
She went to her room, quickly slipped out of her dress and slip, then took off her underclothes and put them on the dresser. Getting a short quilted robe from the closet, she put it on and went down the hall toward the bath. She stopped at the door when she heard muffled voices coming from Karen's room.
The music was still playing as Ruth edged to Karen's door and listened. The passionate moans she heard on the other side were unmistakable.
Gripping the knob, she turned it silently, then opened the door a crack. What she saw made her suck in her breath sharply. The children were naked on the bed, and Paul was hunching his dick quickly into Karen's once-virgin cunt.
"I'M GONNA CUM!" the boy cried out. "FUCK, KAREN, I'M GONNA BLOW! I'M GONNA SHOOT MY CUM INSIDE YOU! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
From where Ruth stood, she could see Paul's wet shiny tool stabbing Karen's twat. As she watched the boy's gleaming piston glide in and out of the girl's cunt, desire flamed in her groin, and she felt spasmodic palpitations in her uterus. Almost instantly, her cunt hole began to dilate and the inside of her thighs started to twitch. She knew she should stop them, but she couldn't. It was too late now. Paul was going to fill the sweet little girl's cunt with cum, and there was nothing she could do about it.
As the girl tightened her legs on his waist and lifted off the bed, Paul slammed his tool into her cunt twice more, then stiffened as his dick exploded inside her belly. Shudders of ecstasy went through him as his sticky semen shot out of his cock to squirt in fiery jets in her tight fuck tunnel. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! GGGGNNNNUUUUGGGGHHHH! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! OH, CHRIST, KAREN! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Ruth closed the door quietly and leaned limply against the wall. She was shaking with desire, and her knees felt weak. It was the first time she had ever seen a couple fuck, and was amazed at her reaction. Nothing had ever made her so hot! She had watched Karen's cunt swallow the boy's prick, and it thrilled her beyond belief. The mere observation had ignited a flaming craving in her pussy.
She hurried to the stairs without going to the bathroom, and raced down to the living room. Danny had seated himself on the couch, the bottle of pop on the end table ignored as he stared intently at the television screen. Ruth's chest was tight and her throat was constricted as she hurried over to him, unbuttoning her robe. Danny looked up in surprise when she stopped in front of him, exposing her naked cunt to his face.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "What are you doing?"
"Please, Danny!" she whimpered. "Oh, please!" Gripping his head with her hands, she pulled it forward and crushed his face into her cunt. "Eat my cunt, Danny! Eat it! Oh, God, I'm so hot!"
The boy was dumbfounded, but he didn't know what else to do other than stick out his tongue and push it into her slit. As he lapped at her hard little clit, he could taste the milk that had seeped from her cunt hole, and he could feel her trembling as she thrust her pussy at him. His cock began hardening immediately as the aroma of her snatch flowed into his nostrils. Then he remembered what it felt like to stick his tool into her hot creamy hole, and the shaft in his pants enlarged rapidly.
"Oh, Danny!" she simpered. "Danny, baby! I can't stand it! Honey, please! Take your cock out!"
She backed away and shrugged the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor while she watched him fumble with his zipper. When he had it open and pulled out his cock, she had to choke back a sob. His boyish peter was at full erection, swollen and gleaming. She had to have it! She must feel that beautiful young prick slipping into her twat!
"What do you want to do?" Danny asked nervously as he watched her face contort with lust. She was frightening him. Her hands were clenching and unclenching, her eyes were bright and glazed, and her chest was rising and falling quickly.
"Oh, darling!" she moaned. Stepping to the couch, she crawled onto his lap, putting her knees on either side of his hips. Then, peering down between her tits, she grasped his tool and guided it into her cunt hole. "I need your cock, Danny! Oh, God, how I need it!"
Pulling her hand away, she quickly squatted on his shaft, forcing it up her cunt until her ass was resting on his thighs. Then she turned slightly and leaned forward, aiming a hard nipple at his mouth.
"Suck it!" she hissed. "Suck it, Danny! Oh, please, baby! I'm going to fuck you!"
The boy opened his mouth, took her tit between his lips, then closed his eyes and began sucking hard on the pointed cone as he felt her raise and lower on his tickling pecker. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
"That's it, sweetheart!" she gasped. Gripping the back of the couch with both hands, she began bouncing on his rigid member, pumping her aching pussy up and down on the delight-filled prick. "Oh, God, that feels good! I had to fuck, Danny! Oh, sweetheart! Suck my titty! UUUNNNGGGHHH! That's it, baby! It feels good, doesn't it? GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Oh, my, what a nice cock! You're so sweet, honey! AAARRRGGGHHH! I love your peter! I love to have it inside me!"
"Uuummm! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!" Danny continued to suck mightily on the heavy tit as he felt his dick stabbing her hot wet cunt. His outstretched legs twitched when Ruth began spiraling her juicy twat in a corkscrew motion up and down his boyish dick. Her heavy ass pounded his youthful thighs as she bounced up and down, cramming his hard little tool as deeply as she could into her gripping canal. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
"THE OTHER ONE!" she panted, yanking the nipple from his mouth and giving him the other breast. "OH, DANNY! I LOVE YOUR COCK! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! I'M GOING TO HAVE AN ORGASM, SWEETHEART! PLEASE CUM! WILL YOU SHOOT YOUR BEAUTIFUL JUICE IN MY CUNT? UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OH, GOD, BABY! YOU LOVELY LITTLE FUCKER! AAARRRGGGHHH! CUM, HONEY! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
The boy was helpless, but he was enjoying it. He pushed his face forward, burying it in her soft boob as he tugged thirstily on the hard nipple. His cum had already begun to course up from his nuts and Ruth's hot demanding cunt continued to draw it toward his pulsing cock. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!"
"Don't take it out, Paul!" Karen pleaded. "Leave it inside there and let me feel it! Criminy, I like your prick in my cunt!"
"We'd better get up. I'm afraid Ruth'll come up." He eased his wilting shaft from her tight cum-filled cunny, then rolled over and got to his feet on the floor. "I'm gonna put my clothes on. You'd better get something on, too."
Karen sighed contentedly as she closed her legs, put both hands on her hot, satisfied pussy and held it. Now she knew what it was all about. What her mother had told her had been bullshit. It was heavenly to be fucked! Her orgasm had left her with a glow, and she hated to loose the feeling. To have a big prick sliding up her cunt was more wonderful than she had ever dreamed, and she could scarcely wait to try it again.
"C'mon, Karen," Paul said gruffly as he pulled his pants on. "Get with it. At least put a robe on or somethin'."
"All right. I have to go to the bathroom, too." She kept her legs clamped together as she got off the bed and walked to the closet. Taking out a robe, she slipped into it, then crossed back to Paul, who was buttoning his shirt. "You'll fuck me again, won't you? You did like fucking me, didn't you?"
"Sure, I liked it." He sat down on the bed to put his shoes and socks on. "I don't wanna get caught, though. Jesus, do you know what'd happen to me if your mom or Ruth ever found out?"
She knelt in front of him and took his hand in hers. "I'd never tell, Paul. Honest, I wouldn't. I want you to fuck me. I'll do whatever you say. Really! I'll even suck your cock, if you want me to. Please say you will, Paul. Please promise me you'll fuck me again."
"I will. If we can get away with it. We gotta be careful, though. I sure as hell don't want your mom callin' the cops on me, or nothin'."
"We'll be careful." She straightened up. "I have to go to the bathroom now. When I come back, we can go downstairs, okay? Grandma won't know anything happened."
"All right, but hurry up. I'll turn off the records."
When Karen came back, they looked at each other nervously, then went into the hall and headed for the stairs. As they walked down, fear tightened Paul's stomach into a knot. He hoped to hell Wanda hadn't come back. She was so suspicious she'd probably suspect what they had been doing alone in Karen's room. Both he and Karen were so engrossed in their thoughts that they didn't notice anything unusual in the living room until they reached the bottom step. Then they stopped, Karen's hand went to her mouth, and Paul's eyes bugged out.
On the couch, they could see Ruth squatting, naked, on Danny's lap. They were looking at her back, and beneath the crack of the woman's ass they could see the base of Danny's prick. The rest of his tool was shoved into Ruth's cunt. They hadn't heard the children come down, and Ruth was crooning softly to the boy.
"I'm glad you came so hard, dear," Ruth cooed. "I know how much you like to shoot your cock off in my cunt. It did feel good, didn't it?"
"Uh huh," Danny replied softly. "I like to fuck you, Ruth. It really feels super. I like to suck your tits, too. They taste good."
"I'd like to fuck some more, but I'm afraid the kids'll be coming down pretty soon. And Wanda might be home any time. We'll fuck again though, dear. I like to have your wonderful cock inside me. Kiss my titties once more, then I'll get up."
Paul threw Karen a startled look, then spun around and began sneaking back up the stairs. The girl swallowed hard, tore her eyes from her grandmother's bare ass, then followed Paul, careful not to make a sound. When they reached the hall, they dashed to her room and ran inside, closing the door behind them.
"Oh, my God!" Karen groaned, stumbling to the bed to sit down. "I don't believe it! My own grandmother!"
Paul wasn't surprised. Not after what he had done with Ruth. As a matter-of-fact, it struck him as rather comical that his little brother was getting fucked. It made him feel better knowing he wasn't the only one screwing around with the females in the house. "What difference does it make? She probably likes it, too."
"B-b-b ... but a kid?" Karen stammered with astonishment. "It's unreal! My God, she's my grandmother! I didn't think she'd want to do things like that any more! God! My mother would go into orbit if she knew!"
"So, don't tell her. Why does anyone else have to know? You fucked too, you know."
"Yeah, but that was different." The girl shook her head and wiped at her brow. "It's out of sight! She shouldn't do things like that!" Suddenly she turned to Paul, her eyes wide. "Have you ... done that to her?"
"Nah," he lied.
"I'll bet you did," she said suspiciously. "She took her clothes off when you gave her a back rub, didn't she? What did you do with her in her room? You did something, didn't you?"
"I'm tellin' you, I didn't do nothin'. Knock it off, will ya? C'mon. She's probably got her clothes back on by now. Let's go down and act like nothin' happened, okay?"
"I can't." She turned away and lowered her head. "I can't face her now. You go ahead if you want to. I'm going to stay here."
"Suit yourself. I don't know why you're so all bent out of shape. My ma says everybody fucks. I don't see nothin' wrong with your grandma doin' it."
"You just don't understand," Karen said chokingly. "Go on, now. Leave me alone."
Paul shrugged, then went to the door and started downstairs. When he reached the living room, everything appeared normal. Ruth had her robe on and was sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette, and Danny had his pecker back in his pants, drinking a pop as he watched the television.
"Did you like Karen's music?" Ruth asked Paul sweetly.
"Yeah, it was okay. I think we'd better go to bed, Danny. It's gettin' late."
"Aw, gee," the younger boy whined. "Do we have to?"
"I think that's a good idea, dear," Ruth said. "We've had a busy day. Since tomorrow's a holiday, we'll see if we can't find something interesting to do. You boys go upstairs and get a good rest."
"Okay." Danny put down his pop and got to his feet. "Let's go, Paul. Darn it, I wanted to finish that movie."
When they were in their room, Paul closed the door, then grabbed his brother by the shoulders. "I saw you fuckin' Ruth. How many times have you done it?"
"Just a couple. Jeez, Paul, she wanted me to. Don't get pissed off."
"I'm not pissed off. Hell, I've screwed her too. As far as that goes, I was dicking Karen just a little while ago."
"You were? God, Paul! That's neat. She sucked me off this afternoon. She really knows how to do it."
"I'll be damned." Paul released Danny and shook his head as he began unbuckling his belt. "You know, if that Wanda ever finds out what's going on around here, she's gonna break our fuckin' necks. She scares me. I think we better get the hell out of here, Danny, before somethin' happens."
"Why? Jeez, we're not doin' nothin' wrong. I like it here. It's really super when I get to fuck Ruth. I don't want to go, Paul."
"Well, we're going to have to whether you want to or not. Let's get to bed now. I'll figure out some way we can get out of here tomorrow. I don't want to be around if Wanda ever finds out what we've been doin'. She acts like she could be real mean. I'd rather go back to ma than have her mad at me."
"I guess you're right." Danny started undressing. "I sure hate to go though. I like fuckin' Ruth."
Wanda stopped the car in the driveway, took a deep breath, then set the parking brake and turned off the lights. She was thankful she had made it without an accident. Her head was foggy, and it was difficult for her to focus her eyes. She turned off the engine, put the keys in her purse, then fumbled with the door handle.
Boy, am I loaded, she thought. I hope to hell every body's in bed.
She lurched out of the car and walked unsteadily to the front door and let herself in. A light had been left burning, but there was no one up. Reeling across the room, she turned off the light and felt her way to the stairs and up to the second floor. Using the walls for support, she made it to her room and went inside, then closed the door behind her.
"Wheeww! So far so good."
Dropping her purse on the floor, she kicked off her shoes and began taking off her clothes. She had difficulty maintaining her balance, and fell against the dresser twice before she managed to undress completely. Leaving her clothes scattered all over, she stumbled to the closet, got her robe and put it on, then went to the bathroom.
"Oh, boy!" she moaned as she squatted on the stool to piss. "That damn Jerry! Got me drunk, then wouldn't fuck me. Sonofabitch! I'll show him. Next time he wants to fuck, I won't even let him smell it. The dirty prick! Gets me hot then leaves me! I'll fix that bastard one of these days!"
She wiped her cunt, flushed the toilet, then got to her feet, swaying slightly. Her cunt was still aching, and she had to satisfy it somehow. She thought of going to her mother's room to get the dildo, but decided against it. She didn't want her mother to see her in that condition. She'd just have to jack off with her fingers.
She turned off the lights and stepped into the hallway to go to her room. When she reached it, she suddenly remembered the boys, and a sly smile curved her lips. That was it! They had cocks! By God, they could do a little paying for living there. She weaved on down the hall and opened the boys' door.
Danny and Paul were sound asleep under the covers. She could make out their faces and the outline of their bodies clearly in the moonlight beaming in through the window. Paul was the one she should get. He was older, and probably had a bigger prick. Stepping cautiously, she went over to the older boy's bed and shook him awake.
"Huh?" Paul opened his eyes sleepily. "Whatta you want?"
"C'mon with me," she whispered. "I want you to do something. C'mon. Hurry up."
"Okay." When he saw who it was, Paul became frightened. He threw back the covers quickly and got to his feet, unmindful that he was naked.
Wanda grinned as she gaped at his boyish peter and balls. She reached out a hand to fondle them lightly. "That's just what I want, sweetie. My, that's a nice one. C'mon. We'll go to my room."
The boy's heart was pounding as he followed the blonde into the hallway, down the dark passage, and into her room. He was sure something terrible was going to happen, and wondered if Karen had told her mother that they had fucked. As soon as they were inside, Wanda shut the door quietly and smiled at him with a drunken leer.
"You're going to be a good boy, aren't you? I don't want any trouble from you. You do jus' what I tell you to do, or by God I'll turn you and your brother over to the cops. Unnerstan' me?"
"Yeah, I guess so," he muttered. His thin body was shaking and he couldn't stop it. "What do you want me to do?"
"You just wait 'n I'll show you." She unbuttoned her robe, pulled it off her shoulders, then let it drop to the floor. "What do you think about that, little boy?"
Paul could scarcely believe his eyes. He had never seen tits that huge. They jutted out from her chest like twin mountains. Her big nipples covered the ends completely. They were like two gigantic, creamy melons. When he could finally tear his eyes away from her fantastic tits, he saw that the pink lips of her cunt were parted in the black coarse hair, and they were shining wetly. Almost before he realized it, his prick had jerked to full erection, and was throbbing in front of him like a living flag pole.
"God, Wanda!" he gulped. "You really got, uhhh, big ones."
"Don't I, though. I'll let you suck 'em after a while. Right now I've got something else for you to do. Get up on the bed and lay down on your back."
He could smell the strong alcohol odor on her breath, and saw by her flushed face and glazed eyes that she was tipsy. His mother had been that way many times, and he was familiar with the signs. Nodding dumbly, he got on the bed and stretched out on his back, folding his hands behind his head.
"That's my sweet little fucker," Wanda mumbled, her eyes fastened on his rigid staff. She moved over, climbed up, then straddled him backward with her cunt positioned over his face. "You're gonna eat me, little boy. An' I'm gonna suck that beautiful cock of yours. Lick it good, now. I wanna feel your tongue all over that pussy."
"Okay," he whimpered, staring up at the pink fleshy valley of her gash and her brown puckered anus. If this was all she wanted, he was happy to do it. Her cunt looked juicy. Putting his hands on her asscheeks, he waited for her to lower the dewy crevice to his mouth.
"All set, baby? Okay, here goes!"
She squatted on his face, pressing her moist slit against his open mouth. As she bent forward to take his dick in her mouth, her heavy tits rested on his belly. Before her lips could touch the shiny end of his peter, his tongue was already swishing around in her slit, titillating her clit and delving deep into her cunt hole.
"THAT'S IT, PAUL!" she squealed. "OH, EAT ME, HONEY! EAT ME! LICK IT GOOD, DARLIN'! I'M GONNA SUCK YOU OFF!"
Paul burrowed his tongue into her cunt hole, his nose pressed against her anus. Her milk was flowing, and he let it dribble into his mouth as he swirled his tongue in the dilated opening. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
"WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! OH, BABY! JUST LIKE THAT!" She shivered with delight, then lowered her open mouth over his pulsing prick. As she began sucking his tool hungrily, she gripped the base of his tool with two fingers and her other hand reached between his legs to cup his nuts. "UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" Paul held on to her soft ass tightly as he buried his face in her creamy valley. He took her clit between his lips and began sucking on it gently, flicking the tip of his tongue over the hard little nubbin. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!"
"UUUMMM! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Wanda's head was bobbing wildly. Her lips sliding up and down the little boy's shaft was even more exciting than she had thought it would be, and heady rapture coursed through her. The boy's tender prick tasted sweet, not like the thick hairy shafts she was used to. It was glorious! "UUUMMM! UUUMMM!"
CHAPTER NINE
Wanda could stand it no longer. She knew the boy's lusciously swishing tongue could bring her to climax soon, but that wouldn't be enough to satisfy her craving desire. She had to have something inside her. The only thing that could ease the searing ache in her cunt was a cock plowing into her hole. Yanking her mouth from his peter, she crawled off him, turned around, then straddled his hips, placing her dripping cunny directly over his upright shaft.
"Are you going to fuck me?" Paul panted, his mouth, chin and cheeks wet with her pussy milk.
"Yes, darling, yes!" Her nipples brushed his chest as she bowed her head and looked back between her tits to guide his throbbing cock into her flaming twat. By moving her ass, she forced the swollen head of his dick into her dewy slit and eased it into her hole. "Ooohhh, fuck!"
Paul shivered as the mouth of her cunny nibbled at his dick. Reaching up with both hands, he gripped her heavy tits and began squeezing them as she settled her ass down and crammed his tool deep into her belly. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Oh, Jeez, Wanda! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
"I know, baby!" she moaned. "God, what a prick!" Laying her hands on his shoulders, her face twisted with agonized pleasure as she dropped down on his staff, feeling the thick cock muscle plunge into her fuck tunnel. Then she was sitting on his pelvis and the tip of his dong was pressing against her womb. "Oh, my God! AAAGGGHHH! Paul! You're a hung little bastard! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Wanda! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" Her cuntal cream was oozing out past his embedded prick and trickling down over his balls. He shuddered, gripping her tits tightly as he rocked his head back and forth in intense rapture. "UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Oh, baby! I'm gonna fuck you! Suck my tits while I make you cum! Go on, kid! Put a nipple in your mouth and suck it!"
"Jeez! Jeez!" The boy lifted one of her gigantic tits, guided a large brown nipple to his lips, and began sucking on it thirstily. "Uuummm! Uuunnnfff!"
"That's it, baby! Damn! AAARRRGGGHHH!
Hang on, kid! I'm gonna fuck that pecker right off!"
Wanda began rocking slowly, slipping his dick out to the end, then pushing back on it, cramming it into her cunt. The large spike titillated her cunny and her asshole puckered as she tightened her vaginal muscles. Then she began swirling her hips and spiraling her pussy, forcing his dick to ream her feverish twat.
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" The boy's face was almost smothered by the huge tit. He moaned with ecstasy as he lifted his knees, planted his feet, then began pumping at the twirling, plunging pussy that was massaging his tool. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!"
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" Wanda wailed. "JESUS, BABY! YOU'RE A BEAUTIFUL STUD! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, FUCK, WHAT A COCK! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! PAUL! OH, DARLIN'! I LOVE IT! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Paul's eyes were closed as he sucked on the gigantic tit and hunched at her twat. Her bare ass was slapping against his thighs as she pounded on his prick. He knew he couldn't hold his cum long, and he didn't want to. Tickling tremors shot through his groin as his sperm flowed quickly from his balls to his peter. He wanted to explode in her cunt. He wanted to feel his cum squirt and enjoy the feeling of shooting off.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Wanda was going wild on top of him, frantically pounding his piston with her cunt. The hot cockhead slamming into her uterus was driving her frantic, and orgasm wasn't far off. "FUCK! FUCK! OH, GOD, PAUL! JESUS!" She sat up quickly, pulling her tit from his mouth, her face twisted and red. "PAUL! OH, JESUS! IT'S COMING! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
The boy lifted his head and watched her hairy cunt bounce on his prick. Her fur-covered gash was almost a blur as she corkscrewed up and down his cream-covered tool. "FUCK IT, WANDA! FUCK IT! JEEZ! I'M GONNA CUM! WANDA! SCREW IT! OH, SHIT! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! I'M GONNA CUM, WANDA! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"NOW, BABY! NOW!" The woman gripped her knees and tilted her face to the ceiling. The loud slap of flesh against flesh echoed in the small room as she hammered the lips of her cunt against his pelvis. "PAUL! PAUL! OH, GOD! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! I'M CCCUUUMMMIIINNNGGG! WWWAAAHHH! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" Paul reached out to grip her forearms and arched off the bed as his cum spewed from the tip of his dick. "WWWAAANNNDDDAAA! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
Her orgasm was sending electric-like shocks into her limbs as she felt the torrent of hot semen spraying her womb. Her nails dug into her legs and her body quivered with ecstasy. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!
GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
After a moment, Wanda slumped forward, flattening her big boobs against Paul's chest as she gasped for air. Her cunt was full of semen, and she was content. When she had stopped shivering, she straightened her legs out, then rolled off him and onto her back. "God, that felt good! I really needed that!"
Paul glanced down at his wet sticky shaft that was slowly sagging to his belly. He eased off the bed, saw that Wanda's eyes were closed, then tiptoed to the door. She hadn't moved when he stepped into the hallway and hurried to his room. He didn't trust her yet, and when she realized what they had done, he was afraid she would take out on him.
Hurrying to his bed, he quickly got under the covers and pulled them up to his chin. He was sure now that they had to get out of there as soon as possible. He couldn't go on fucking around like that without trouble. If anybody was going to get blamed, it would be him and Danny. There could be no two ways about it. The next day he and his brother would split and get as far away from there as they could.
Wanda sighed, opened her eyes and sat up. Paul was gone and the door was closed. Getting off the bed, she slipped into her robe, hurried to the bathroom to rid her pussy of Paul's semen, then returned to throw back the covers on her bed.
The episode with the boy had sobered her, and it was beginning to dawn on her slowly what she had done. A feeling of complete despair came over her as she realized she had just raped a twelve-year-old child. Turning out the light, she threw her robe on the floor, and climbed into bed. When her head hit the pillow, tears were shimmering in her eyes. Lust had taken control of her senses, and she had committed something so terrible it made her heart ache. Sobs were already racking her body as she turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and cried herself to sleep.
The next morning at breakfast, the three females were quiet and solemn. There were no smiles, none of the light banter that had gone on before. The five inmates of the house ate silently, carefully avoiding each other's eyes.
Karen was the most nervous and edgy. Her mother was acting peculiarly, and for that matter, so was her grandmother. Guilt rode heavy on her conscience, and she wondered if the women could see into her mind and tell what she had done with the boys.
As she sipped on her coffee, Wanda kept her gaze lowered to the table. After what had happened, she couldn't bear to look her daughter and mother in the eyes, let alone Paul. Her head pounded with a hangover, but id didn't hurt nearly as much as the painful pangs of remorse that gripped her. How could she have done it? How could she, of all people, have committed such a repulsive act?
"Well," Ruth said, the single word exploding in the silence, "I suppose we should plan what we're going to do today. Does anyone have any suggestions?"
"I'm not going to be here," Karen said quickly. "I promised Patty I'd come over to her house this morning. You guys'll have to go ahead without me.
"All right." Ruth turned to her daughter. "Wanda, why don't you and I and the boys go for a drive or something? Maybe we could pack a picnic lunch and...."
"No, thanks, Mother," Wanda interrupted. "I've got some things to do. As a matter-of-fact, I'm going to be leaving pretty quickly." She got to her feet. "I'm going to take a bath and go. I don't know when I'll be back." She turned and left the room.
"I guess that just leaves the three of us," Ruth said to the boys. "After we get things straightened up, I'll think of something. All right?"
"Can I get out of the dishes this morning?" Karen asked. "I promised Patty I'd be there by nine." She was lying, and hated herself for it, but it was better than sticking around the house.
"Of course, dear. You go ahead. Have a nice time, now."
When Karen had gone out the back door, Ruth set about clearing the table with the boys help.
When they had the dishes stacked, she turned to Danny and said, "Why don't you go upstairs and make your beds. Paul and I can take care of the dishes."
"Okay." Glad to be relieved of the kitchen duty, Danny spun on his heel and went to the stairs. When he reached the upstairs hallway, he remembered he had to pee and went to the bathroom. Throwing open the closed door without a second thought, he stopped suddenly when he saw Wanda sitting naked on the stool, her arms crossed on her knees and her gigantic tits resting against her thighs.
"Oh, gosh!" the boy gasped. "Sorry! I didn't know you were in here!" He had turned quickly to leave when Wanda's voice stopped him.
"Wait, Danny. Come here. Shut the door."
He did as he was told and stood shyly staring at the floor, too embarrassed to look at the nude woman.
"C'mere, honey. I won't hurt you. Did you have to pee?"
"Uh huh. I can wait, though. It's okay."
Wanda's face was beginning to flush and her eyes were glassy as she leaned back and moved her thighs apart. She'd been sitting there recalling what she had done with Paul, and her cunt had become feverish and hot. Once again her lust had overcome her good sense, and now all she could think of was Danny's young peter. She held her arms out and gestured to him.
"Come here, dear. You can still go. Take your thing out and pee between my legs. It's all right. I'm going to take a bath anyway."
His eyes were wary as he walked over cautiously to stand between her feet. For the first time he realized how big her tits were, and as he gaped at them, a tickling sensation began in his balls. He glanced down at the black wool covering her cunt and gulped. "You mean you want me to pee between your legs?"
"It's all right, honey. It won't hurt anything." She reached out and pulled his zipper down, then put her hand in the opening to extract his boyish dick. Taking it gently between her thumb and finger, she aimed the tiny slit in the end at the opening between her thighs. "Go ahead, dear. Let it go."
Reluctantly, Danny relaxed his muscles and let the stream of urine shoot from his pecker. As they both watched, Wanda carefully pointed the yellow torrent at her slit, letting the warm piss wash over her clit and into her pussy.
"That's not so hard, is it?" she crooned, thrilling at the feel of the warm stream on her cunny.
"I guess not." His prick began to harden. He was afraid he'd piss all over her stomach, but she kept it bent down, spraying his urine on her cunt. He couldn't understand why she was doing it, but it was fun, and he didn't really care. When he was through peeing, she shook the last drops from the tip of his dick and smiled at him.
"Feel better now?" she asked.
"Uh huh. I'd better go now. Ruth wanted me to make the beds."
"They'll keep, honey. Don't you like seeing me naked like this?"
"Jeez, yeah, but...!"
"It's all right, then. Just stand there for a minute. I want to see what you taste like." The boy's tool was rock hard by now, sticking out of his pants at an angle, the purple head shiny and gleaming. She bent forward quickly, covered the shaft with her mouth, and began sucking and slurping on it. "Uuummm! Uuunnfff!"
"Oh, Jeez, Wanda!" The boy hadn't expected that, and for a moment he was frightened. Though Ruth and Karen had done that to him, it had been different somehow. Wanda had acted like she didn't like him at all. He looked down and watched the blonde head bob as she gobbled his dick. All thoughts of worry left him. She was sucking him off and he wanted to cum.
"Uuunnnff! Uuunnnfff! Uuummm!" Wanda closed her eyes as she sloshed her tongue around Danny's tender pecker, tasting and feeling it with her mouth. Her pussy was dripping juices into the stool, and her bare legs jerked. Nodding quickly, she slid her lips up and down the saliva-wet shaft, lost in ecstasy. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"God, Wanda!" Danny whimpered. "You're gonna make me cum! I'm gonna shoot in your mouth! Oh, Jeez! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Damn! Oh, Jeez! AAAGGGHHH!"
Wanda clutched at his thighs as she flicked her tongue over the smooth head of his prick. The stiff shaft was as delicious as Paul's, and she wished now she had sucked the older boy off when she had the chance. Now she could hardly wait for Danny's cock to erupt in her mouth so she could taste his sweet cream. Applying more suction, she began nodding her head more quickly, pursing her lips like a cunt on his shaft. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!"
"I'M GONNA CUM, WANDA!" the boy cried out. He placed his hands on her head and began hunching his ass, thrusting his tingling peter into her mouth. "OH, JEEZ! WANDA! UUUNNNGGGHHH! I'M GONNA CUM! AAAGGGHHH! OH, FUCK! FUCK! I CANT HELP IT! UUUNNNGGGHHH! WANDA! SUCK ME! SUCK ME!"
She was pulling on his dick feverishly, sucking his sperm from his groin. Her dilated cunt vibrated and twitched as her own orgasm built rapidly. The heavenly taste of his young cock was bringing her to climax, and she waited for it expectantly.
"CHRIST, WANDA! AAARRRGGGHHH! OH, GOD!" His fingers curled in her thick hair and his legs began to shake. "OH, FUCK! WANDA! YOU'RE BLOWING ME! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! I'M GONNA CUM! WANDA! NOW! OH, GOD! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!
WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
His youthful peter grew in size, then his boiling semen exploded in a geyser, squirting in jets against her tonsils. As the heavenly cream flowed down her throat, orgasm clutched at her cunt, sending thrilling shocks out from her pelvis. Gulping hungrily, she kept up with the flow of his squirting fluid, drinking it rapturously.
"Oh, Jeez!" Danny moaned as she slipped her lips from his wilting tool. "I really shot off, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did." Wanda wiped her mouth and grinned at him. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, Danny. Have you ever had anyone do that to you before?"
He started to admit that he had, but stopped just in time. Normally he wouldn't have minded talking about it, but Paul's words of warning still rang in his ears. He shook his head slowly as he pushed his soft pecker back into his pants and pulled the zipper up. "It felt good, though."
"I'm glad it did. You'd better go make the beds now. Maybe we can do that again sometime."
"Okay." He opened the door, then looked back at her. "I like you, Wanda. Don't make us go away, will you?"
"Of course not, dear. I don't think I could now if I wanted to. You boys are very sweet. Close the door, please. That's a good boy."
When he had gone, Wanda wiped her cunt, flushed the toilet, then turned the water on in the tub. She despised herself, at the same time realizing that she was helpless in the situation. When babysitting as a young girl, she had sucked little boys off. It had been her first real experience with sex. As a matter-of-fact, her first real fuck had come when she was thirteen and taking care of an eight-year-old boy.
As she grew older, she thought she'd left all that behind. The pricks had grown bigger and longer as she went on through high school, and then to work. Since her only child was a girl, she hadn't seen a little boy's peter for years. Now, with Danny and Paul, she was again exposed to young tender cocks of the same kind that had thrilled her when she was a girl. They brought back beautiful memories, and by sucking and fucking them, she could return to her youth.
Ruth had finished washing the dishes and was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette as Paul wiped the last pots and pans. She had honestly thought of taking the boys somewhere to show them a good time, but now, with Karen gone and Wanda leaving, other ideas were creeping into her mind. Being left alone with the two lads was a stroke of luck. She didn't want to pass up the opportunity.
Wanda came in, dressed and carrying her purse. "I'm going to leave now, Mom. I don't know when I'll be back. Make sure Karen has some lunch, will you?"
"If she's back in time, I will. Where are you going?"
Wanda gestured casually. "Oh, just out. See you later, huh? 'Bye."
When her daughter had gone, Ruth got to her feet, put her cigarettes in the pocket of her robe, then carried her cup and saucer to the sink. "I think we'll just stay here this morning, Paul. When Danny comes down, we can have some fun together. Would you like that?"
He looked at her and grinned. "Sure. You want to play games or something?"
"Well, it's sort of like that, dear. Come into the living room when you're ready."
She patted him on the shoulder, then went to the front room where she began walking around and pulling the drapes closed. After locking the front door, she slipped out of her robe, threw it across the back of the chair, and then sat down to wait.
Danny was the first to appear. He came bounding down the stairs, then stopped when he saw Ruth sitting naked in the chair. His eyes bugged. "How come you don't have your clothes on?"
"I thought we'd all get comfortable," she said softly. "Why don't you take your things off, too? The girls are gone, and we don't have to worry about them seeing us. Go ahead, sweetheart. Take your clothes off."
The boy nodded dumbly, then crossed over to the couch and started stripping. He kept his eyes on her hairy box and pointed tits as he piled his things carefully on the floor. When he was nude, he turned to her, waiting expectantly.
"We'll wait for Paul, dear. He should be in in a minute."
No sooner were the words out of her mouth than Paul entered. When he saw his naked brother and Ruth undressed, a grin slowly formed on his face. Without being asked, he started unbuttoning his shirt as Ruth beamed and nodded. This was going to be fun, he was sure.
Ruth got to her feet and waited for Paul. As soon as he had his clothes off, she motioned to the boys to come over to her. When they were standing side by side in front of her, she reached out and curled her fingers around their cocks that were already hard and throbbing.
"We're going to have a good time, boys. I think you'll like what we're going to do. Before we start, there's something I'd like you to do for me. Each of you take one of my tits and suck it. I want you both at the same time."
The two brothers exchanged glances, then nodded happily. They bent forward and took Ruth's nipples in their mouths and began sucking and pulling on the soft cones.
"Oh, that's just beautiful!" Ruth crooned, squeezing their dicks in her hand as she watched them mouth her boobs. Her cunt became hot almost immediately. She felt her hole dilating, and cream seeped into the deep crevice of her twat. "You're my two lovers, aren't you, boys? My two very own lovers. Suck those tits, darlings! Suck them real good! Ooohhh, my! I love that! Uuummm!"
CHAPTER TEN
Ruth felt a mixture of pride, passion and love as she watched the two boys suck gently on her titties. Their hard shafts pulsed in her hands, and she knew it was as exciting to them as it was to her. Her pussy was already aflame, and she was devising a plan in her mind to take care of them both at the same time. After she had let them mouth her boobs for several minutes, she released their stiff, throbbing pricks and gently pushed them away.
"Now we'll do something else, lovers," she said huskily. "Paul, you get on your knees in front of me, and Danny, you do the same in back. You can lick my asshole and cunt at the same time. That'll get me nice and hot, and then I'll take care of your gorgeous cocks."
"Hey, neat!" Danny exclaimed. He stepped around in back of Ruth and sank to his knees on the floor. Reaching out, he pried Ruth's asscheeks apart, then quickly shoved his face into the dark crack, sticking out his tongue and reaching for her brown anus. When he found it, he burrowed the tip of his tongue into the puckered opening and began swirling it around. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
Paul got to the floor, his prick jerking so hard his balls quivered. He licked his lips, then bent forward and pressed his face into the coarse fur covering Ruth's pussy. He stuck his tongue out, eased it through the hair to her slit, then began licking at her clit, tasting the sweet milk that filled her gash. "Uuummm! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Oh, that's beautiful!" Ruth groaned.
She placed her hands lightly on Paul's head and closed her eyes with rapture as the two boys slurped at her openings. A delirious feeling of bliss captured her mind. Nothing this exciting had ever happened to her. In her wildest dreams, she would never have imagined it possible. Here she was, standing in her living room, with two lovely angelic boys lapping at her ass and cunt, thrilling her with fervid, flaming passion.
"Ooohhh!" she moaned. "You don't know what that does to me, you darling lovers! Uuummm! Oh, my Lord above! How wonderful! Uuunnnggghhh! Don't stop! You beautiful darlings! Lick me! Aaaggghhh! Oh, that's perfect! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Desire was seething in her cunt when after a few moments she gently pushed Paul's head back then stepped away from Danny's probing tongue. Her flat belly palpitated, and her eyes were filled with lust. She slowly dropped to her hands and knees on the floor. "We're going to do something else now, sweethearts. I'm going to take care of both of you. Paul, you fuck me from behind like you did before. Danny, lay down on your back so I can suck your cock. That way we can all three cum at the same time."
"Wow!" Paul exclaimed. "Hurry up, Danny! Jeez, this is gonna be really cool!"
Paul crawled around behind Ruth's gleaming butt, inched forward between her legs, then bent his rigid dick down to aim it at her cunt hole. At the same time, Danny rolled onto his back and scooted under Ruth until his pecker was pointed at her mouth. He put his hands under his head and spread his legs wide.
"That's perfect!" Ruth was panting quickly as she waited for Paul's stiff muscle to penetrate her cunt. She felt him rubbing the head of his dick in her gash, then the swollen head was slipping into her opening, spreading the tissues as he eased it into her.
"That's it, Paul! Push it all the way in! Let me feel all of your beautiful prick! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" He had thrust it in with one lunge, embedding the full length of his shaft in her belly. "AAAGGGHHH! Oh, Paul! God, that feels good! Oh, fuck me, dearest! Fuck that juicy cunt while I suck Danny off! Oh, Lord! This is so perfect, it's fantastic!"
As Paul began stroking his fiery boyfuck shaft in and out of her pussy, Ruth lowered her head and kissed the tip of Danny's prick. Then she opened her mouth and slipped her lips over his shaft, sloshing her tongue over the smooth tip as she applied suction. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuummm!"
Paul's strong hands clamped on Ruth's hips as he watched his peter dart in and out of her cunt. Her fluid covered his tool, making it gleam wetly. Her tight tube held his dick like a fist as he plunged it in with quick jabs, hammering her uterus with the end of his tingling muscle. "Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Young Danny watched his brother fuck the woman from behind, then lifted his head and fastened his eyes on Ruth's lips that were gliding up and down his pecker. "Suck it, Ruth! Suck it good! Oh, fuck, Paul! She's blowing me! Jeez, isn't this neat? UUUNNNGGGHHH! Oh, Christ, Ruth! Suck me! Suck my prick till I cum! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"Goddamn!" Paul groaned as he hunched his cock into Ruth's slimy twat. "Oh, fuck! Fuck! Jesus, Ruth! Your cunt's hotter than hell! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Oh, Jeez!" His back was ramrod straight and his asscheeks were clenched together as he drove his pole into her grasping cunt. He could hear Ruth's mouth sucking on his brother's dick, and it made him all the hotter. He wouldn't be able to hold his cum much longer.
Karen walked up the driveway slowly, cursing herself for not having called her girl friend before going over. Patty hadn't been home, and the rest of her friends had gone out of town for the long weekend. There was nothing to do now but go in the house and make the best of it.
She walked around to the back door, hesitated, then went inside. The moment she stepped into the kitchen, she heard voices coming from the living room. Her mother's car was gone, so it must be Ruth and the boys. She crossed to the doorway and the voices became clearer. Her eyes began widening with shock. It couldn't be! It wasn't possible! She wouldn't! Not in broad daylight!
Creeping stealthily to the entrance to the living room, the girl stopped and listened carefully. The sounds she heard made her suck in her breath sharply. As she peered cautiously around the corner, her heart stopped and she felt faint. Paul's dick, covered with white fuck cream, was spearing rapidly into Ruth's cunt. At the same time, she was bent over, sucking Danny's prick and moaning happily."
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Ruth's head was bobbing quickly as she swirled and squirmed her ass on Paul's darting prick. Her heavy tits swayed beneath her, the nipples touching the floor. Danny's balls were cupped in her hand, and she was fondling them tenderly as she slurped on his boyish shaft. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"OH, FUCK, RUTH!" Paul cried out. "I'M GONNA CUM! JESUS!" His balls were swinging between his legs, arcing up to bounce against Ruth's pelvic hair each time he buried his took in her pussy. Her cunt was like a tight mushy vise on his pecker, and his cum was flowing from his nuts in a rush. "I'M GONNA CUM, RUTH! OH, FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM!"
"SUCK ME!" Danny shouted, twisting his fingers in her hair as he humped off the floor, cramming his tingling dick into her mouth. "SUCK ME! BLOW ME OFF! OH, SHIT, RUTH! I'M GONNA CUM TOO! SUCK ME! SUCK ME!"
Karen leaned weakly against the door jamb, unable to believe the sight before her eyes. Her cunt was burning, and the nipples in her bra were hard, chafing against the gauzy material. As she watched the naked woman suck and fuck the two boys, frenzied desire flamed inside her. Ruth was no longer her grandmother. She was just another female with a cunt and a mouth that was doing things she wanted to do. Jealousy mingled with desire as she watched the trio thrash and squirm on the floor.
"I'M CUMMING!" Danny shouted. "CHRIST, RUTH! I'M GONNA CUM IN YOUR MOUTH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, FUCK! UNGH....
UNGH! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
"MMMEEE TTTOOO!" Paul wailed. He stopped pumping suddenly and shuddered as his sperm coursed out through his dick to erupt in Ruth's pussy. His eyelids fluttered and his mouth hung open as the thrilling sensation flowed through his thin body. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" Ruth moaned excitedly between gulps as she forced Danny's savory sperm down her throat. His shaft throbbed in her mouth as it spewed thick cream against her palate. At the same time, Paul's thick shaft was spraying her womb with boiling cum. Her orgasm was making her dizzy with delight. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
When Paul's dick had ceased spurting, he slowly inched his fluid-covered shaft from Ruth's cum-filled cunt, then sagged back to sit on the floor, his chest heaving. He watched his semen drip from her pussy onto the rug, then closed his eyes and took a deep quavering breath.
Danny was still twitching as Ruth removed her mouth from his wilting pecker and brushed a hand across her lips. He sighed with contentment, then laid an arm across his eyes and moaned softly.
It took a minute for Ruth's senses to return to normal. When they did, she got to her feet carefully, aware that her legs were weak. She glanced at the puddle of white cum on the floor, smiled, and started for the kitchen to get a towel. At that instant she saw Karen framed in the doorway and stopped.
"Karen! What are you doing here? You weren't supposed to come back!"
"I know, Grandma," the girl replied coolly. "I'm glad I did, though. I saw the whole thing."
"Oh, my God!" Ruth hurried over to her granddaughter, wringing her hands. "You didn't! Oh, how could you, Karen!"
"How could I? Good Lord, Grandma, how could you? Both of them! You were doing it to both of them!"
Danny had sat up and was eyeing the two females cautiously. Paul was also staring at them, his muscles tensed, ready to leap for his clothes and dash out the door.
"Karen, you have to let me explain," Ruth said pleadingly. "It's ... something you have to understand. I know it looks bad, but please listen to me."
"What is there to say?" Karen looked past Ruth to the two boys on the floor. "I saw what you were doing. What more is there to say?"
"Karen, please. Wait a minute until we get our clothes on, and I'll sit down and talk to you. I must make you understand what this is all about. I know it looks just awful, but you're too young to know how a woman my age feels. Please, dear. Go into the kitchen while we get dressed."
"No, Grandma. I'm not going to." She turned to face the woman with a steady eye. "If you can do it, so can I. I'm built just like you are, you know. I want sex, too. You don't have to put your clothes on. I'll take mine off." She began unbuttoning her blouse.
"No, Karen! No!" Ruth reached out to stop her. "You can't! You're too young! I'd never forgive myself if I let you do something like that. It's not right, dear. Please don't do this to me."
The girl shrugged Ruth's hand away and backed up a step, then opened her blouse and began peeling it off. "I want to do the same thing you were doing, and you can't stop me. If you do, I'll tell everybody. Just think what Mom would say if she knew." She threw her blouse to the floor and reached behind to unhook her bra. Jerking it off quickly, she threw it on top of her blouse, leaving her bare breasts exposed. "You have to let me, Grandma. You just have to!"
"What have I done?" Ruth whimpered, crossing to a chair and dropping down limply. "My, God, what have I done?"
Neither Paul nor Danny knew what to do at that moment. They remained where they were, their eyes darting between Ruth's sad face and Karen, who was methodically undressing by the door.
"I saw you fucking Danny on the couch last night, too," Karen said, walking naked to the center of the room. "So did Paul. I know what's been going on."
"All right, dear," Ruth said calmly. "I guess there's nothing to do except let you have your own way. You're going to do it eventually anyway, and it might as well be where I can keep an eye on you. What is it you want?"
The naked girl looked back and forth between Paul and his brother. She had already had Paul, and knew what his prick felt like inside her, but she had yet to feel Danny's shaft in her cunt. "Lay back, Danny. I'm going to get on top of you."
The youngest boy looked at Ruth nervously. When the woman nodded, he stretched out again on the floor, his prick rising to an erection as he looked up at Karen's fur-covered cunt and large pointed tits.
"He might not be able to cum again," Ruth said quietly. "I just ... took care of him."
"I'll make him shoot off," Karen said confidently. She put her feet on either side of Danny's prone figure, then dropped down to her knees. Her eyes were glazed as she reached back between her legs, gripped his rigid cock, and guided it into her cunt. When the head of it was in, she pulled her hand away and settled her ass down, jamming the boy's tool into her belly. "GGGUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Ruth winced when she saw Danny's tender tool disappear into Karen's cunt. She hated being a party to this, but there was nothing she could do. The pot could hardly call the kettle black. The girl's smooth, curvy figure reminded her of herself when she was young. She had often wished she had started fucking at that early age. She had missed a lot of good screwing.
"God, Karen!" Danny groaned. "Your cunt is really wet!" He had watched her wool-covered snatch envelope his dick, and now the fiery tunnel was squeezing his tool tightly while her ass rested on his thighs. "Go ahead! Aren't you going to fuck me?"
She squirmed on his pecker, grinning happily. "I sure am! Just a minute. Paul, come over and stand in front of me!"
Uncertain what to do, Paul got to his feet, but remained motionless, wondering whether Ruth would be angry if he did what Karen wanted. She made up his mind for him.
"Go ahead, Paul," Ruth said. "She might as well have everything, if she's going this far. It's all right, dear."
"Okay." Paul walked over to straddle his brother, facing Karen. His cock, too, was hard, and it pulsed as he stood waiting in front of the girl. "Like this?"
"Closer." Karen reached out for his asscheeks and pulled him a step nearer, her eyes fixed on his swollen shaft and balls. Then she opened her mouth and engulfed the purple tip of his dick, moaning softly as her lips slid down his shaft. "Uuummm! Uuummm!"
Though she hated to admit it to herself, the sight before her was thrilling Ruth beyond measure. She was trembling as she slid out of the chair to her knees and crawled over to where she could get a better view of what was going on. Sitting back on her ankles, she placed a hand against her twitching pussy while Karen, obviously enjoying herself, began to fuck and suck the boys.
"Oh, God!" Danny groaned. Between his brother's legs, he could see Karen's lips sliding up and down Paul's dick. At the same time, she began raising and lowering on his tool with her cunt, swirling her ass as she forced his pecker to ream her tight tube. "WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! Jeez, Karen! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!" Karen clutched at Paul's butt as she slurped wetly on his dick and corkscrewed up and down on Danny's pecker. She was oblivious to everything save the two cocks inside her.
"Jesus, Karen, suck it!" Paul moaned, gripping her head and holding it tight as he hunched his tool into her mouth. "Blow me! Oh, fuck!" He could see the crack of her ass moving in circles as she ground her pussy on his brother's pecker. At that moment, he wasn't sure whether he liked sucking or fucking better. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! Oh, Christ, Karen! Blow me! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
Ruth was entranced as she watched her granddaughter work the boys over. The girl's young body was beautiful, as was her face, and she could imagine how the boys felt, having such an attractive young lady taking care of their cocks.
Her finger found her cunt hole and she stabbed it in and began swirling it in her juicy tunnel. "Do it, Karen!" she whimpered. "Suck him! Fuck Danny good! Oh, God, honey! I wish I was your age again!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!" Karen didn't even hear her. Her ears were ringing with passion, and the only other sounds that came through were the slurping smacks her lips made on Paul's prick and the schlucking sounds of her cunt pounding on Danny's rigid muscle. All she could think of was that in a matter of moments, two cocks would be erupting inside her, and she would be tasting and feeling the young boys' sperm. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"SUCK ME!" Paul wailed. "SUCK ME OFF! KAREN! OH, FUCK! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
Ruth's hand was a blur as she finger-fucked her pussy. She was almost in a trance as she watched Paul's saliva-covered dick glide in and out of Karen's mouth and saw the girl's ass grind and corkscrew on Danny's peter. Spit ran from the corners of her open mouth as she groaned with rapture. " UUUUNN N N GG GGHHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"FUCK!" Danny shouted. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" He braced his arms against the floor and began hunching his ass up, cramming his tickling staff into Karen's swirling twat as he watched Paul's balls swing between his legs. "FUCK! FUCK! OH, JESUS! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
Karen's firm tits bobbled as she slapped her ass against Danny's thighs, cramming his tool to the hilt in her hot cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning with delight as Paul's prick slid back and forth over her tongue. "UUUMMM! UUUNNNGGGHHH!UUUNNNFFF!"
Wanda parked the car in the driveway and got out. She had been a fool to think she could run away from the problem. There was only one solution. She'd have to sit down with her mother and have a long talk. The boys couldn't go now. They mustn't go. Even in the short time she had been gone, her thoughts had been on Danny and Paul's tender young peters, and the memory of their cocks had made her pussy flame with desire.
As she walked toward the front door, she could feel warm cuntal fluids seeping from her gash into her panties, and her nipples hardened in her brassiere. Whether her mother liked it or not, the boys were going to stay, and they were going to fuck her, too. As often as she wanted.
Stopping in front of the door, Wanda took a deep breath, and when she was prepared to face her mother, she threw it open. It wasn't until she had stepped inside that she saw what was going on and stopped in her tracks. Suddenly, she felt lightheaded, and the sight swam before her eyes. She closed the door and leaned against it for support as she stared aghast at her daughter and the boys on the floor, squirming, writhing and moaning with passion.
"Oh, my God! It can't be!" Wanda groaned. Her purse slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor. "It can't be!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"SUCK MY COCK!" Paul shouted. He began pumping his dick fiercely at Karen's hungry mouth. He could feel his sperm bubbling in his groin, and it was almost ready to flow into his dick. "I'M GONNA CUM! JESUS, KAREN! SUCK IT! SUCK IT!"
"WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!" Danny moaned. He couldn't hold it any longer. Karen's bouncing twat was pulling his cum forth rapidly. He gripped Paul's ankles and lurched his ass upward. "FUCK, KAREN! FUCK! I'M CUMMING! UNGH ... UNGH ... UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
Karen moaned with rapture as Danny's hot sticky cum squirted into her cunt. Then she began sucking all the harder on Paul's throbbing peter.
Her fingernails dug into his ass while his dick began to swell in her mouth. Suddenly it was jerking, and spewing a torrent of rich thick boy cum against the back of her cock-sucking throat. She gulped quickly, moaning between swallows. "UUUNNNFFF ... UUNNNFFF ... UUNNNFFF!""
"KKKAAARRREEENNN! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" Paul's slender body quivered and his back arched as his jizz squirted from his shaft. "OH, FUCK! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
The combination of the boys erupting tools and her own orgasm made Karen's mind swirl. Her uterus contracted in spasms as she shuddered all over with delirious bliss. Nothing in her young life had been so exciting, and she was reluctant to let the moment pass. She moaned softly when Danny's tool stopped gushing and Paul's cock was dribbling the last drops of cum onto her tongue. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM!"
Ruth had climaxed at the same time the children had, and was still on her knees with her finger buried in her cunt. Her chest was heaving with the exertion as she removed her hand from her crotch and slowly got to her feet. It had never occurred to her that witnessing a spectacle like that could bring forth such strong emotions. She felt weak from her passionate outburst, yet there was still an ache in her pussy for a hard, hot cock.
When she turned to sit down on the couch, she saw her daughter standing by the door. The shock left her mute. She couldn't say a word.
"What are you doing?" Wanda cried out, stumbling across to her mother, her face a mask of agony. "My God, what's going on here?"
When the children saw Wanda, terror filled their eyes and they leaped to their feet amidst a flurry of hands and arms. They stared with fright as the blonde's face became red with frustration and anger. Paul wanted to run, but his feet were rooted to the floor.
Ruth managed to find her voice, even though shame and embarrassment constricted her throat. "Wanda, please sit down. You've got to listen to me before you do anything."
"Listen to you! My God, Mother, what can you say? Look at you! You're all naked! And my daughter was ... doing things to those boys right in front of your eyes. How could you, Mother? How could you let her do that?"
"Please, dear." Ruth took her daughter's arm and gently pushed her down onto the couch, then sat next to her. "We have to talk, Wanda. You're going to have to see things as they really are."
"What more do I have to see?" Wanda sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're all depraved! Every one of you! I knew those boys shouldn't have stayed here. I just knew it! Karen's just a baby, and look what you've done to her."
"That's not true," Ruth said calmly. "Karen isn't a baby. She's as much of a woman sexually as you or I. Listen to me, Wanda. Remember what happened when you were a girl? You were younger than Karen when you had your first sexual experience."
"That has nothing to do with it," Wanda said sharply. "I was trying to protect my daughter from things like that. I was doing a good job, too. Oh, Jesus, Mother! Why did you let them do that?"
"Isn't it better that she do it here where we can keep an eye on them?" Ruth said hotly, angry at her daughter's refusal to accept reality. "She's going to have sex, no matter what. Isn't it better if we teach and guide her?"
Wanda shook her head and wiped at her eyes. "I don't know. What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying that you have to understand that everybody enjoys sex. If you had kept on telling Karen that sex was nasty and dirty, she might grow up afraid to even try it. Would you want that for her?"
"I wasn't trying to frighten her. I only wanted her to wait until she was old enough to understand what it was all about. She's too young to be fu ... experiencing things like that."
"No, I'm not, Mom," Karen spoke up. "I'm not too young at all. Things are different now. I want to know everything there is about sex. Grandma's right. If it hadn't been Paul and Danny, it would've been somebody else."
"Don't talk to me that way, young lady! I'm your mother, and I know what's best for you. What kind of a life do you think you'd have if you laid down for every boy that came along? Think of the consequences. You'd get pregnant, or get a disease, or worse than that, and all your friends would call you a whore."
"That's just the point," Ruth said. "If Karen gets her sex here, we can control it. We know the boys don't have a disease, and we can make sure she doesn't get pregnant. What's more, no one has to know what goes on in this house. Don't you see, Wanda? We'd be helping her, not hurting her."
Wanda took a deep breath as she looked at the three children standing naked before her. It was easy to see why they wanted to fuck. They had all the necessary equipment, and could undoubtedly excite each other tremendously.
Karen's supple young body was beautiful, her tits large and firm, and the love area in her crotch enticing. The boys pricks weren't huge, but they were big enough to make a woman cum. They were hairless and tender. She recalled what it felt like to have Paul's shaft penetrating her own pussy. The feeling had been glorious.
"All they need is some constructive instruction," Ruth said simply. "Karen and the boys should be shown how to enjoy sex to the fullest. There have been many times when I've wished I had taught you that way. Do you understand, Wanda? Can you see how sensible it is?"
The blonde sighed and nodded her head slowly. "I suppose you're right. I guess I have been a little over protective. It's just that it was quite a shock to walk in the door and see them...."
"Fucking, dear," Ruth said. "Let's not mince words. They were fucking. And Karen was sucking Paul's cock. If we're going to do this, let's do it right and use the correct terms."
"Mom," Karen said, meekly, "I really do like it. I like to be fucked and have a cock in my mouth. I know you've done the same things. You had to fuck to have me. And I'll bet you've sucked pricks, too. All I want to do is have some of the fun you do."
"Doesn't that sound reasonable, Wanda?" Ruth asked.
"Yes, I suppose it does. But what about you, Mother? Why are you undressed? Were you doing things with them, too?"
"Why shouldn't I? I'm not so old that I don't enjoy a nice prick. Did you think my pussy had stopped having any feeling?"
"I don't really know what I thought." Wanda got to her feet, eyeing the boys wilted peckers. "I suppose as long as everyone else is naked, I might as well take my clothes off, too." She managed a smile. "You girls haven't fucked those cocks dry, have you?"
Karen grinned at her mother happily. "Not yet, Mom. They'll probably have to rest for a minute, though. Why don't you get undressed and see if that makes 'em hard?"
"Why not? I might as well join the party. Mother, why don't you fix us a stiff drink. I think I could use one."
As Ruth got to her feet, Wanda was already unzipping her dress. "I'll do just that. C'mon, kids. You can get a bottle of pop, too."
In the kitchen, Karen got out the soda while Ruth made . two strong highballs. When they returned to the living room, Wanda was undressed, her clothes thrown carelessly in a pile on the floor. Ruth handed her daughter a drink and smiled.
"You certainly have got big tits, daughter. I'll bet the guys just love to suck and play with them, don't they?"
"Yes," Wanda agreed modestly. "I sometimes wish they'd think about my pussy more. I can't cum just because some nut sucks on my boobs."
They all laughed and then, while the women sat down on the couch, the kids squatted on the floor with their pop. Ruth took a long swallow of her drink, then set it aside and lit a cigarette.
"Paul?" Ruth asked, "how long will it be before you boys will be able to fuck again?"
The boy looked at Danny's tool and his own. Both pricks were at half erection, not entirely stiff, but certainly not soft. "Jeez, I don't know. We both came twice before Wanda got here. We ain't used to shootin' off that much."
"God, I wish you'd hurry," Wanda moaned, feeling her cunt. "I haven't had a chance to cum like the other girls. My pussy feels like it's on fire."
"Why don't we have them eat us?" Ruth suggested. "Lapping at our pussys might put some lead in their pencils. I'd like to cum again myself."
Wanda smiled at the boys. "How about it, guys? Would you like to lap our cunts?"
"Jeez, yeah!" Danny said quickly. "Can I lick yours, Wanda?"
"I think that would be nice." The blonde slid down on the cushion and parted her legs. "C'mon, honey. Let's see if you can make me cum."
Ruth put her cigarette in the ash tray, scooted down and spread her thighs, then inserted her fingers in her gash and pried the lips of her snatch apart. "You too, Paul. Lick that juicy little slit and make me feel good."
The two lads were beaming as they crawled across the floor and between the women's legs. They bent their heads forward simultaneously, and nuzzled their faces into the hairy bushes to begin licking and lapping at the cream-filled canyons.
"Wow!" Karen gasped. She bounded to her feet and walked over to watch the boys slurp at the women's cunts. "I want to do that next, Mom. I've never had my pussy eaten. Does it feel good?"
"Oh, it's wonderful, honey!" Wanda moaned, twitching as Danny's tongue flicked over her clit and burrowed into her hole. "Uuummm! It's heavenly! Eat me, Danny! Lick that cunny! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Oh, baby!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH!" Ruth moaned. She pulled her hands from her crotch and gripped Paul's head, pressing his face into her slash. "WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! There, Paul! Oh, honey! Lick me! Jesus! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Eat me, sweetheart! Oh, lover! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Karen's hand crept to her cunt and she began fingering her slit as she watched the two young boys gobble at the pussies. Her shapely legs quivered and her tits swayed as she massaged her tickling crevice. "Criminy! That looks like fun! God, I'm hot! Wow!"
The women writhed and squirmed on the couch as the two boys slurped at their twats. Ruth reached over to clasp and squeeze her daughter's hand as she undulated her hips, grinding her cunt against Paul's face.
"Isn't this beautiful, Wanda? UUUNNNGGGHHH! Oh, I love to have a little boy eat my cunt! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Isn't this fantastic?"
"I love it!" Wanda whimpered, watching her daughter finger her pussy as she hunched her gash at Danny's sloshing tongue. "Oh, fuck! It's been so long since I've cum like this! Eat me, Danny! Eat that cunny! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! Oh, Lord! That's beautiful! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
As her fingers sought out her cunt hole, Karen spread her legs and bent her knees slightly. She gripped her right tit and began squeezing it. "Oh, Jesus, I'm hot! Mom, my pussy just tingles! Is he going to make you cum? Oh, wow! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
Paul reached back to squeeze his throbbing tool as he delved his tongue deep into Ruth's squirming gash. The lips of her canyon almost covered his face, and his nose rubbed her clit as he thrust his tongue into her hole, drinking the sweet milk that flowed from the opening. "UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!"
"I'm GOING TO CUM, PAUL!" Ruth cried out. She lifted her legs to his shoulders and squeezed his head with her thighs. "EAT ME! EAT ME! OH, FUCK, I'M CUMMING! NOW, BABY! NOW! EEEAAATTT MMMEEE! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, PAUL! LLLOOOVVVEEERRR! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"LICK THAT CUNT, DANNY!" Wanda shouted. She covered her face with her hands and lurched her cunt at him. "EAT ME! NOW, BABY! I'M CUMMING! OH, FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AAAGGGHHH! DDDAAANNNYYY! WWWAAAHHH! WWWAAAHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
The women were still shaking and shivering when the boys lifted their milk-covered faces and wiped their mouths with their hands. Paul got to his feet, but Danny remained kneeling between Wanda's thighs, gaping at the blonde's pink canyon.
"It certainly did! Look at Paul's cock now. It's as hard as a rock!"
"It's my turn," Karen whined, pulling her wet finger from her cunt. "I want one of them to eat my pussy."
"You'll have to wait, dear." Wanda motioned Danny aside, then got on the floor on her hands and knees. "You've been fucked, and I haven't. The boys are going to have to do me first. Lay down on your back, Paul. I'm going to get on top of you."
"Hey, cool!" Paul dropped down and stretched out on his back, then stared at Wanda's huge tits as she moved over to straddle him. He waited while she positioned herself, reached back for his throbbing cock, and inserted it into her cunt. "Jeez, Wanda! Your pussy's really hot!"
"I know, sweetheart! All it needs is your prick!" She looked over her shoulder. "Danny, get down behind me and put your cock in my ass. Stick it right in my bung hole and fuck me there, okay?"
The youngest boy was dumbfounded for a moment, then he nodded his head. "Okay. I never done that before. Will it go in?"
"It sure will!" Wanda bent low over Paul to give Danny access to her asshole. "Go ahead, dear.
GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
Wanda's heavy tits brushed against his chest as Paul began hunching off the floor, spearing his tool deep into the hot slick tunnel. "Oh, fuck, Wanda! Fuck! Christ, this is neat! UUUNNNGGGHHH! Jeez! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG!"
"This is tighter than a pussy!" Danny squealed gleefully as he gripped Wanda's hips and began plunging his shaft in and out of her fluttering asshole. He looked down and watched his brown-streaked tool dart in and out, and his eyes sparkled. "Oh, fuck! Damn! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! I feel your prick, Paul! Isn't this great! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
"Oh, God, Grandma!" Karen whined, dropping down next to Ruth on the couch. "I don't know if I can wait! My cunt hurts! Should I jack off?"
Ruth looked down at the girl's tender pussy covered with soft ringlets of dark hair. She was aware of how it felt to have a frustrated twat, and could imagine the agony the girl was going through. Karen was too young to know how to control her passion, and her cunny was probably painful. "Would jacking off help?"
"I don't know!" the girl whimpered. "I just know I'm wet and hot and I hurt!"
"All right, sweetheart. I know what we can do." Ruth slid off the couch to her knees, then spread the girl's legs apart and crawled between them. "Scoot forward, honey. I'll take care of your little cunt for you."
Stick it in."
Getting to his knees, Danny crawled up behind Wanda's gleaming butt, gripped his dick, and guided the head down the brown crack to her puckered bung hole. Holding her hip with one hand, he slowly pressed forward, shoving his shaft into the tight opening gradually.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" Wanda groaned. "That's it, lover! Oh, damn that feels good! Push it all the way in! AAAGGGHHH! Not so fast! There! Oh, honey!"
"I can feel his prick!" Paul said with surprise. "I can feel his cock inside you!"
"I can feel yours, too," Danny said happily. He continued to press forward until his shaft was buried to the hilt. Paul's cock was throbbing against his through the thin separating membrane as Wanda squeezed both their pricks with her muscles. "Oh, Jeez! This is really neat!"
"God, Grandma!" Karen panted. "I didn't know they could do that! Criminy! Two cocks at the same time!"
"You can do that too, later on, dear," Ruth said. She was as thrilled as her granddaughter. Having never been fucked that way herself, she was anxious to try it. She had been screwed in the ass many times before, but had never had a cock in her cunt at the same time.
"All right, boys!" Wanda simpered. "Now fuck me! Pump those beautiful cocks! Screw me till I cum! Oh, Lord, how beautiful!
Karen's eyes widened as she slid her ass forward until her cunt was on the edge of the cushion. "What are you going to do, Grandma?"
"Just lean back and relax," Ruth replied huskily as she stared into the pink fleshy crevice of Karen's girlish twat. "I know what'll make you feel better." She bent forward quickly, stuck out her tongue, and began flicking it up and down the girl's juicy valley. "Uuummm! Uuunnnfff!"
"OH, GRANDMA!" Karen wailed. "GOD! YOU'RE EATING ME! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, WOW, GRANDMA! JEEZ! UUUUNNNGGGHHH!" For the first time in her life, Karen was feeling a tongue on her twat. Even though it was her grandmother's, she didn't care. It was so thrilling it made her head swim with rapture. Moving her legs even farther apart, she began undulating her hips, twirling her tickling cunt against Ruth's open hungry mouth. "EAT ME, GRANDMA! EAT ME!"
"OH, FUCK!" Wanda cried out. The two stabbing pricks were making her feverish with ecstasy. It took all her self control to keep her hips motionless as the two shafts speared her again and again. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! OH, YOU TWO BEAUTIFUL LOVERS! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! CRAM THOSE DICKS INSIDE ME! UUUNNNGGGHHH! FUCK! FUCK! AAAGGGHHH!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" Never before in her life had Ruth entertained the thought of eating a cunt. As a matter-of-fact, she had despised Lesbians with a deep-seated loathing. But now, her face buried in Karen's juicy cock crevice and her tongue flicking in and out of the girl's fuck hole, she understood how exciting it could be. It was maddeningly exhilarating to taste a sweet fresh cunt like that and to experience the thrill a man would have when he lapped at a pussy. "llUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Danny repeated as he jammed his tool into Wanda's tight asshole. "I'M GONNA CUM! OH, SHIT! I CANT HOLD IT NO MORE! WANDA! JEEZ! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! I'M GONNA CUM! OH, FUCK! AAARRRGGGHHH!"
"ME TOO!" Paul shouted. He wrapped his arms around Wanda's back and lunged off the floor, slamming the head of his dick against her womb. "I'M GONNA SHOOT! AAARRRGGGHHH! FUCK, WANDA! FUCK! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! OH, GOD! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAAGGGHHH!"
"WWWAAAHHH! WWWAAAHHH!" Wanda's orgasm erupted at the same moment that the two pricks began spraying seething semen into her. The cocks jerked in her belly as their cum spewed forth to fill her canals. "AAAGGGHHH! WWWAAAHHH!GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"I'M CUMMING, GRANDMA! EAT ME! EAT ME!" Karen draped her legs over Ruth's shoulders and dug her heels into the woman's back. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! GGGRRRAAANNNDDDMMMAA A! WWWHHHUUUNNNGGG! OH, JEEZ! AAARRRGGGHHH!AAAHHH!UUUMMM!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
The moans and whimpers in the large room gradually stilled, then bodies began untangling. There was only the rasping sound of heavy breathing as everyone moved slowly to find a seat to rest their quivering frames.
Ruth took a long swallow of her drink, lit a cigarette, then looked around at her real and adopted family, a smile forming on her lips. "Well, that was quite an experience, wasn't it? Does everyone agree that we had a good time?"
"It was just great!" Karen said. "I wish we'd done this a long time ago."
"I guess you've got your mother to blame for that," Wanda said apologetically. "I had things a little mixed up in my mind. Even at that, we still wouldn't have been able to make such a drastic change if the boys hadn't happened by when they did." She smiled at the two lads. "I think you've found a home."
"They certainly have," Ruth agreed. "And they're going to be very happy here, aren't you, boys?"
"Uh huh," Paul said, nodding. "We like it here a lot. Do you really think we can stay? I mean, nobody will bother us, will they?"
"I don't think so," Ruth said. "I'll straighten everything out tomorrow. I'll even go to court, if I have to, but I'll make sure that this will be your home from now on."
"Are we going to keep on doing things like this?" Karen asked. "I mean, with all of us together and everything?"
"I don't see any reason why we can't," Wanda said. "I want you to promise me, Karen, that you won't do anything outside of this house. Whatever sex you want, you can get here. You don't have to be putting out to anyone else."
"Oh, I won't, Mom. Really! Paul and Danny can take care of me. I like their cocks a lot. If I want to fuck, I'll just ask one of them."
"Now that we have that settled," Ruth said, "I think we girls had better go take a douche, hadn't we? I'm sure the boys would like to eat and fuck clean pussies. They could use a bath, too."
"I'll take them up and put them in the tub," Wanda offered, standing up. "C'mon, boys. While we're running the water, you can watch me and see how a girl cleans out her cunt. Lord, Danny, you really reamed my asshole. Next time we'll have to use Vaseline on your dick or something."
The youngest boy grinned as he followed her to the stairs. "I like fucking your butt, Wanda. It's really neat."
When her mother and the boys disappeared up the stairs, Karen turned shyly to her grandmother. "I really liked having you eat my pussy like that, Grandma. It's ... not really bad for girls to do that to each other, is it?"
"To be honest with you, dear, I used to think that it was, but not any more. I don't think it should go outside the family, though. It's something a girl could enjoy once in a while, but it wouldn't be a good idea to make a habit of it. Pussies are made for cocks, and that's what they should be used for."
"I understand that, but ... I was wondering, could I eat yours sometime? I'd like to see what it's like. I want to, you know, learn everything I can about sex."
Ruth smiled at her granddaughter lovingly. "I think it would be very nice if you did that to me, sweetheart. As far as that goes, I think your mother would probably enjoy it too. We girls have to stick together, don't we?"
"Uh huh. I'm really glad that things turned out the way they did. It's really going to be fun to be able to fuck and play with the boys' cocks whenever we want to, isn't it? I like to suck on 'em too, don't you?"
"Very much, dear. Very much." Ruth was smiling happily as she reached for her drink. There was going to be a lot of living in that big old house yet.
Across town, Millie shuffled barefoot across the scruffy linoleum floor in her robe to answer the door. She was yawning when she opened it and found Les standing there, his eyes bleary and his face still in need of a shave. "Hi! C'mon in."
The big man stepped inside, then waited for her to close the door. "You busy, Millie?"
"No, why?" She crossed over to a table to get a cigarette and light it. "What are you doing here? I thought you ran out of bread?"
"I been up all night playin' poker. I won myself a bundle. The old lady don't know it yet, and I got a little scratch to spend. How 'bout a fuck and a blow-job?"
Millie's eyes warmed and she smiled. "I think I could handle that. It'll be twenty-five bucks apiece, though. You got that much?"
"Shit, yes!" Les grinned at her oafishly. "Whatta ya wanna do first?"
"Whatever turns you on, honey." She put her cigarette down, unbuttoned her robe, and shrugged it off. "Why don't you take off all your clothes? It makes it a lot better."
He coughed nervously and looked around the room. "What about the kids, baby? I don't wanna be naked in front of 'em."
Millie threw her head back and laughed. "Don't you worry about that, honey. The little bastards ran out on me. I ain't seen 'em since Friday night. God only knows where they are."
"Ain't you even gonna look for 'em?" he asked, surprised.
"Fuck no!" The redhead scratched her cunt. "I don't give a damn where they are. Saves me the trouble of worrying about 'em. C'mon, stud, get that big prick out. Millie's little pussy is just dyin' for a fuck."
Les shrugged and began unbuttoning his shirt. "You're really a cold-hearted bitch, ain't ya?"
"You bet your sweet ass I am, baby." She moved to the couch and stretched out with her legs spread apart. "But I've got a hot little cunt. C'mon, money bags, stick that big ol' cock in there and make Millie happy. I'll blow you later."
