"Unfortunately, there are many cases of women during the climacteric period going to ridiculous or dangerous excesses, which bring them into conflict with their husbands and society. Such acts may wreck their marriage and make them impossible socially. The desire for satisfaction of the sexual impulses sometimes appears with such vehemence that even morally disposed individuals may be incapable of resistance. It happens again and again that women during the climacteric cause amazement and consternation in their own circle by the manner in which they forget or throw away everything, sacrificing not only money but also love and friendship in order to obtain one more passionate experience. Such women generally choose young men, sometimes even mere boys, as their partners for this funeral dance of their love life. Very frequently this is accompanied by a critical attitude toward their previous married life, regret over a 'wasted life,' which leads to mental restlessness." So states The Illustrated Encyclopedia of Sex, almost exactly describing Sandra's lust after little Alan, the son of her best friend Gloria.
But was Gloria any better? The way she went after Tony Lopez's fresh young boyflesh?
A quiet retreat to New York to get away from it all ... or to get it all on? Could either of them tell the difference, surrounded as they were by acres of hard, throbbing, lusty boyflesh?
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CHAPTER ONE
It's a fair exchange, thought Sandra as she set the soup plate down in front of the young boy. Yes, most fair When Alan looked up at her and picked up the spoon, he smiled in that very special way he had and Sandra congratulated herself once more on having had the idea in the first place.
"I hope you like this soup, Alan," she said. "On a warm day like this, it's just the right thing."
"I like everything you make," Alan said and grinned. "I really do, Mrs. Ho His."
"Sandra, remember? It's Sandra unless you want to make me feel real old." She laughed. Oh, but she did not feel old at all, not when she was with Alan! How much like his mother he was, how much she was reminded of Gloria, each time she looked into those deep, soft dark eyes of his! And Gloria, after all, was part of her youth, of those college days when they had been so inseparable that people had begun to refer to them as the "twins."
Sandra sat down across the kitchen table from the boy and watched him as he tasted the soup. Again his eyes sparkled up at her.
"Wow!" he said in exaggerated enthusiasm, "this is just grrreat!"
"Well, enjoy it. When your mother comes back I don't want her to think I was starving you, you know."
"Chances are I'm going to blow up like a balloon," he said and proceeded to spoon the soup into his mouth at a speed that almost made Sandra dizzy.
No, he mustn't get fat either, she decided. Why, he was just right the way he was. A sturdy boy for his twelve years, with wide shoulders and good muscles on his chest and arms.
He had come in from the pool just as he was, to have his dinner, sitting there in his swimming trunks with his tanned young body looking smooth and silky in the light of the fading day outside the window.
"When's Mom supposed to come back anyway?" he asked as he pushed his empty plate away from him.
"Oh, about a week, maybe even two. Are you missing her already?" Sandra got up to fetch the roast from the stove. She realized that she hadn't touched her soup yet, fascinated as she had been by his healthy, youthful appetite.
"Sure, I miss her," said Alan dutifully, and both knew that it wasn't true. It was not that he did not love his mother, he practically worshiped her, but Gloria had probably not been much fun around the house, lately. With Harry once more away from home for two weeks or three, because of those troubles with the out-of-town plant, Sandra could tell that her friend's mood would only have gotten worse by the day. She had almost found her withdrawn, in a way, and when Sandra had suggested Gloria should go to New York for a little vacation, that she could easily stay in Sandra's tiny apartment on Seventy-eighth Street, Alan's mother had practically jumped on the offer.
Of course Sandra would take good care of Alan, of the house, of everything! A few days in the country, in that lovely mansion overlooking the Housatonic, would be most welcome.
So the exchange had been made, Gloria could go shopping and make the rounds of the museums and galleries she loved so much, and Sandra had Alan all to herself.
How strange, isn't it, thought Sandra, that a mother simply doesn't seem to become aware of the changes in her own son! Sure, Alan was a kid, but not such a small kid after all, no longer quite so young that staying alone with a woman like Sandra-A pretty damned attractive woman, she thought without false modesty-might not lead to certain intimacies if that woman was so inclined.
Sandra was so inclined. She had known it from the moment she had seen Alan again after almost three years, and when she had noticed his reaction to her right on that first day of her visit, Sandra had decided that she would find some way, any way in fact, to get her hands on that lovely smooth chest of his, on those firm, strong thighs....
Sandra never made mistakes about such things. That little bulge in his crotch, growing bigger and bigger while she had walked around in the garden wearing her bikini, was exactly what she thought it was. Crossing his legs and trying to look innocent hadn't done Alan any good whatsoever. She knew with certainty that she was giving him a real hard-on.
That was yesterday and now they were alone.
Gloria had left in the morning, happy and unconcerned, even a little glint of adventure in her eyes, or at least Sandra hoped it was.
She ate without tasting what she was eating, without thinking, without looking at her food. Her eyes were riveted upon the shoulders of the boy and, only when he glanced up from time to time, did she manage to quickly avert her eyes or to smile that innocent, innocuous smile bored adults usually have for the very young.
Sandra was wearing a light green sleeveless dress that went very nicely with her light blonde hair and emerald eyes. It was low-cut too, and she hoped that the only reason the boy wasn't staring too was that he was afraid he'd give himself away. Sandra began to wonder whether or not he was having an erection beneath the table and, as she wondered, she could feel her own arousal moisten her pussy to such an extent that she could smell it.
Sandra took a deep breath and put her knife and fork on her plate. No, she simply could not finish her meal. The hunger she felt was not for roast beef at all; it was one of a much more delightful kind to her.
Sandra was not wearing her shoes and her bare feet began to move around restlessly. All she would have to do, she knew, would be to extend her leg, to raise it, to search with her toes and she would find that delicate little boycock thing that had grown big for her already! What would Alan do, what would he say if she touched him in that manner? she wondered.
Her foot lifted off the floor, it hovered higher and higher, then she changed her mind.
No, that was not the way. Sure, there was a chance it would work out all right, but it could also frighten him. Certainly a boy his age knew a few things about sex, but just as certainly he would have apprehensions about it, too. Sandra decided that she would not take any chances with him, not now that everything had gone so smoothly with his mother and that she had all the time in the world to do it right.
If Alan was at all like some other boys she had known, boys around his age, he had certainly begun to masturbate regularly by now, she reasoned. If she could get to him at such a moment and surprise and touch him when he was excited and ashamed at the same time, then he would surely be putty in her hands.
Sandra decided that she would make absolutely sure Alan jerked himself off that night. She got up from the table and smiled down at him.
"Shall we watch a little TV together, Alan, before you go to bed?" she asked.
"Sure," he said, shrugging, without too much enthusiasm. Maybe he was in a hurry to be alone, she wondered hopefully. Maybe he was really quite excited right now and wanted to go and play with himself, thinking of her at the same time? She wondered what his fantasies of her might be at such a moment. She wondered whom he had used before she had come to visit. His mother, most likely. They all do, after all....
"You go ahead, Alan, see if you find something good on. I'll go upstairs and change into something a little more comfortable."
Everything seemed to be playing right into Sandra's hands this time, she thought. Even the guest room was located in just exactly the right spot, right next to Alan's. She probed the thickness of the separating wall by tapping it lightly with one finger. Yes, it was a thin enough partition, and if that boy had any kind of temperament when he went to it, she would be sure to hear him pounding his prick if she listed carefully.
Sandra picked out a black nightie, all lace and transparent nylon, that came down to just about the middle of her round, smooth thighs. She checked herself out in the mirror, nodding contentedly at her reflection. Yes, she was still very, very young at thirty-two. There wasn't a thing wrong with her tits, pointing through the sheer material of the nightie, her pink nipples flashing. Many a teenage girl could have been proud to have a pair like that, big and firm enough to stand up the way hers did.
There wasn't a teenager alive either who could do as good a job on a virgin boy as Sandra could. Heck, she knew there really isn't a better way for a boy like Alan to get started than to do it with an experienced and pretty young woman like herself, nothing that could give him a better start in life as far as plain and fancy fucking was concerned.
Sandra lifted her nightie a little, baring her blonde, curly bush and the delicately split vulva below. Briefly, deliciously, she caressed her twat, inserting one finger as far as the first joint and moving it quickly from side to side.
"You're really drooling tonight, aren't you, pussy cat?" she moaned softly. "Don't you fret now, little pussy cat, your mommy's gonna give you something good in a little while. You'll see, something real good ... a sweet, naked little bird, that's what, nice and warm and fluttering...."
Sandra felt a shiver run through her body and quickly withdrew her hand. No, it certainly wouldn't do to make herself cum like that in front of the mirror, as on those nights of great loneliness she sometimes experienced.
She took her long, pink nylon housecoat from the bed and put it on over her nightgown. It was the kind which only pretends to hide what it covers but actually does nothing but titillate even a little more. The nipples could still be discerned.
"Well what shall we look at?" asked Sandra as she walked into the living room. Alan was crouching in front of the big color set adjusting the knobs.
"You like war movies, Mrs. Hollis ... I mean Sandra?"
"Shooting and killing?" She did not really like war movies at all, but then she just laughed softly as she noticed his eyes. He had forgotten himself for a moment and was looking at her like a man.
"Sure, Alan, let's watch it."
Sandra sat down on the big hassock in front of the TV set. It was wide enough for two and she hoped the boy would not choose the armchair or the couch, a little farther away. He didn't. Neither did he sit beside her. He let himself down on the floor at her feet, crossed his legs and leaned his arms on his knees. Somebody was just mowing down an onrushing batallion singlehanded, sweeping the landscape with a machine gun, and Alan had obviously quite forgotten Sandra's tits.
The young woman sighed discreetly. Oh yes, they were a little unpredictable at that age, their interest wandering from one thing to another, and one had to work on them a little. With grown men it was different, just the opposite. Once a guy had put it into his head that he would have his nooky that very night, a girl could drag him to the movies, to the restaurant or even get him to take her for a ride on the Staten Island Ferry, and if the damn thing were to spring a leak and start sinking, he wouldn't stop thinking about what he wanted, not for a minute!
Wasn't it perhaps precisely because of that, the challenge and the charm of the unexpected, that Sandra had always been drawn to these tender young boys? Yes, that and something else, she admitted to herself. Their sweet, young flesh, their stiff little pricks always so eager and tireless when she got them started, those were the things she adored in those brats! Their innocence too, the incredible pleasure of seeing their delight when they discover a woman's cunt for the first time....
"Enjoying yourself?" asked Sandra softly during the first commercial break. As if absentmindedly, ran her fingers through the boy's curly black hair.
"It's okay," he said and shrugged. She noted with satisfaction that he did not have that almost instinctive gesture of twelve-year-olds, of squirming away when anyone tries to caress them.
"Don't you think it's nice when people love each other rather than kill each other?" she asked.
"Make love, not war you mean?" he murmured, repeating the slogan and obviously not making the connection to its actual meaning. Sandra knew how to make the most of an opening when she got one.
"What does a boy like you know about making love?" she asked, her voice light and laughing, almost mocking. "Do you know what it means?"
"Well, yeah, I know," he murmured, visibly embarrassed.
"I bet you don't!" It was Sandra's playful, kid-to-kid approach.
"Bet you I do too!"
"How much you bet?"
"I dunno...."
"When I was a kid and we didn't have any money, we used to bet a kiss, you know."
"That's a silly bet!"
"Well, I wouldn't want your money, Alan. So is it a deal? If you don't know what it is you must give me a kiss."
"But I do know!"
"Well, if you can prove it then I guess I'll just have to give you a kiss, won't I?"
Alan had not looked away from the television screen during this brief exchange of words, but now he turned his head and lifted his eyes to her. Only the light that came from the set glowed in them, but it glowed nicely, thought Sandra.
"What kind of kiss?" he asked softly, suspiciously.
"If I win? Oh, a grownup kiss, of course."
"Like they do it in those mushy love stories on daytime TV?"
"Yeah, like that."
Alan was silent now. For almost a minute he said nothing. Finally he looked up at her again.
"You're not going to win," he finally said and grinned.
"All right, what does it mean to make love?"
"I know it but I can't say it," said Alan. "Why not?"
"It's a dirty word."
"You can say it. Just this once, okay? I give you my permission. We have to find out whether you know it or not, don't we?"
"Well ... it's fucking, isn't it?" he whispered quickly.
Even though she had expected him to say it, Sandra could not help laughing. How self conscious he was about saying the Great Forbidden Word!
"You still haven't won," she said and giggled. "How do I know you know what fucking is?"
"I know."
"Then tell."
Alan shook his head stubbornly. He was leaning forward a little as if the action on the screen was holding all of his attention.
There were times, Sandra knew very well, when you had to suddenly become the adult once more, when you had to assert your authority with a boy like this, when you could even go so far as to intimidate him a little to have your way with him.
Sandra reached down and took the boy's arm, turning him around and forcing him to face her.
"Don't be a cheater, Alan, that's not nice at all," she said sternly. "Look at me, Alan. You're either going to admit that you don't know the first thing about it or you're going to tell me what it is, you hear? If there's one thing I don't like in a boy, it's when he thinks he can pull a fast one on me, when he thinks I'm stupid or something."
It was working all right. Alan looked up at her, too cowed to puzzle over the strength of her reaction to his refusal to speak.
"Well ... you know," he stammered embarrassedly, "it's when ... well, what a man and a woman to do each other ... I mean like when they're in bed...."
"What do they do when they're in bed? You mean they sleep?"
"N-no, they ... well, the man puts his thing into her thing, that's what it is."
Sandra found it a little hard to remain serious, to keep her face stern under the circumstances, but she was not about to give up.
"What thing? He picks her nose? Is that what you mean?"
Alan shook his head and giggled nervously.
"You see, you just don't know," said Sandra, her voice softer again. "Or is it hard to say he puts his prick into her cunt? Now tell me, Alan, do you think that's something dirty?"
He was looking at her breasts again. It was too dark, and besides he was still sitting on the floor so she couldn't really tell, but she would have gladly accepted a bet for much higher stakes that his prick had become hard once more.
"I hope you agree at least that you've lost, don't you?" she said. Alan said nothing.
"All right, stand up. What kind of kiss am I entitled to? A baby kiss?" Her eyes were teasing him, mocking him. He had not exactly distinguished himself so far and now this pretty woman was giving him a chance to redeem himself. Alan would not make a fool out of himself again.
Quickly he lifted his face to hers, put his arms around her neck and squeezed her to him. When he saw her open mouth and closed eyes, when he felt her sweet breath on his face, it suddenly wasn't a problem any more. Firmly and clumsily at the same time he placed his open mouth against hers and stuck out his tongue.
CHAPTER TWO
Alan's heart was still beating quite fast by the time he started to wash up before going to bed. In his mouth he could still taste the softness, the sweetness of Sandra's tongue. He could still feel the sudden, tickling sensation that had jolted him right down to the tips of his toes when she had responded to his clumsy, hesitant first probing.
Washing his face with cold water didn't make much difference, he found, as he stood before the washstand in his room. His prick had been hard already when he had watched TV with her. It had become as stiff as a piece of wood when they had kissed, and now he knew it wouldn't go down until he did something about it.
Naked, he looked down along his body at the perfectly rigid wand of flesh sticking out below his little tummy. He made it twitch a few times by contracting his muscles. I'm not going to touch it until I'm ready, he decided, not until I can close my eyes and concentrate.
Quickly he slipped into bed, turned off the light on his night table and rolled over on his stomach, squeezing his erect cock between belly and mattress. He wrapped his arms around the big pillow and buried his face in it. Slowly he began to move his buttocks up and down, feeling the delicious sensation radiate from his crotch and into every nerve of his young body. When he was able to see Sandra just exactly as she was, wearing her bikini and standing out by the pool right in front of him, when he was finally able to imagine himself reaching toward her breasts and pulling down the flimsy little band of material so her nipples popped out, when he could convince himself that she was holding still and smiling while he did it, Alan quickly turned over on his back and kicked away the blanket. He seized his pointing little cock with one hand, squeezing it between his fingers and went to work.
This was even more fun than when he dreamed about his mother washing him between the legs, as she had done when he was still little, and when he had been able to peek down into her dress and see everything right down to her belly without her ever noticing. Oh, yes, Sandra was even prettier!
He was going to dream about kissing her, he decided, but he would leave it for last. Furiously he pulled on his prick, the contractions of his body becoming rhythmic and quick. Just a little longer, he thought, just another minute. Sandra was opening her mouth now, yes ... and her tongue moved along her lips to moisten them for him. Her face was coming closer and closer to his, her eyes were green ... shiny....and now, now....
"What in heaven's name are you doing!" Alan's little room was suddenly filled with light. Sandra was standing at the door she had flung open so suddenly and all he could see was a stern, disapproving expression on her face and arched eyebrows raised in disbelief and shock.
Alan thought his heart was stopping and it felt like an eternity until he was able to let go of his cock and yank the blanket up to his chin.
"N-nothing, nothing!" he almost shouted, his eyes round and frightened. "I was sleeping!"
Oh, please, please go away, he pleaded inside his head. Please stop looking at me like that....
"You weren't sleeping, Alan," she said quietly, slowly. "I saw what you were doing. Before that I could hear it, all the way in my room. You were playing with yourself, weren't you?"
No, she wasn't going away. On the contrary, she was coming to him, walking slowly across the room from the door to the bed, and only now did he really notice that she was no longer wearing the long robe, that all she had on was a tiny little nightgown. Didn't she realize that he could see everything? Absolutely EVERYTHING?
There's nothing she can do to me, he thought quickly. Not a thing! She's got no rights, she's not my mother! But why is she coming closer and closer like that? WHY?
The young woman's beautiful, oval face was expressionless. No, maybe not quite ... she looked as if she was determined, like somebody who intended to get to the bottom of things. Something inside Alan rebelled against the intrusion when she simply sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Go away ... go away, Sandra," he murmured under his breath. He could feel the fire in his cheeks. When she put her hand on his forehead, just as his mother did sometimes when she wanted to make sure he hadn't caught a cold and was running a temperature, he pressed his lips together and fiercely turned his face away. Still, he couldn't help noticing how nice she smelled.
"Well, well, young man," she said softly, keeping her hand where it was, "so it turns out that you are one of THOSE boys, aren't you? The kind who jerk themselves off every night, who think all sort of nasty things about the ladies they know, right?"
How can she know all that? he wondered, panic constricting his throat. How could she crawl inside his head like that?
"What's the matter, did you think you were the only one?" she chuckled. Something different was emanating from her, something soft and understanding. The anxiety and the rising anger Alan had felt began to abate somewhat.
"Don't you want to talk about it?" she asked. "I'm sure there're things you don't know, no matter how smart you think you are. Did you know that other boys play with their pricks, too?"
"I know one who does," whispered Alan slowly. "He told me."
"And didn't you know that almost every boy does it? Did you think there was something wrong with you because your pecker gets hard every time you look at a pretty lady?"
"I dunno...." he murmured.
"Sure you did, sure," Sandra said softly, her fingers running up into his dark hair, caressing him slowly, gently. "I would have thought Gloria might've explained things to you, but I guess she didn't. And neither did your daddy, did he?"
The boy shook his head and finally looked up at the woman sitting on his bed. How nice she is, Alan thought. And how pretty! He had never really had a chance to take a long, good look at a woman's tits before, not with the nipples out and all, the way he could see hers through the sheer nightie. Still, he was afraid to stare, keeping iiis eyes up, looking at Sandra's face.
"When a young man or even a boy like you really enjoys looking at a woman," explained Sandra, "then it's quite normal for his pecker to get long and stiff and hard, don't you know that? You told me you knew about fucking, before. Well, whoever explained it to you certainly didn't do a good job. Otherwise you'd know that a guy's prick has to get real hard before he can shove it into the girl he likes. Oh, there's lots and lots I could explain to you...."
"Would you? Would you, Sandra?" asked the boy in a whisper.
"If you want me to."
"Oh, yes, yes, please tell me!" Alan almost cried out, trying to sit up in his bed. Sandra pushed him back gently, her hand cool on his shoulder; a little shiver of delight ran through his entire body.
Sandra took his right hand and pulled it toward her, slowly and firmly, until she had placed it on her left breast.
"Squeeze a little, Alan," she murmured, "just go ahead, I won't get angry."
He obeyed, his eyes large as if in a hypnotic trance. Sandra's shoulders twitched slightly and she slipped her free hand beneath the hoy's blanket.
"Hold still, very still," she said quickly when Alan, startled by the unexpected contact against his thigh, again made a move as if to sit up.
"It's all right, Alan, I'm not going to hurt you," she said and smiled. "I just wanted to find out something ... don't move, darling, there ... there it is! Oh, yes, oh, yes! Oh, Alan! Why, it's a big one you've got there, like that of a real man!"
Sandra's long fingers wrapped themselves slowly and gently around the slender shaft of his young prick, each finger with its own particular caress for it, holding him and squeezing him in a way that was more exciting than anything he had ever done himself.
Obediently Alan lay back, immobile, barely daring to breathe. When that wonderful hand began to move up and down, when it started to massage his cock so slowly that he felt like screaming, Alan's hand twitched on her breast.
"Don't move ... don't move one little bit," she breathed, leaning down over him closer and closer. He could see the tip of her tongue running back and forth over her lip, just as he had tried to imagine it before when he had started to jerk off.
"I'll teach you," she whispered, "about fucking, my darling ... I'll teach you well, you'll see. You'll do everything with me, absolutely everything!"
Alan began to tremble, he tried so hard to obey, to lie still. The whiteness of Sandra's throat, of her shoulders and her breasts shining through the nylon was hovering over him. He knew she was going to kiss him, he just knew it! He too moistened his lips, passing his quick little tongue over them. When it happened, it still took him by surprise.
It was wet and hot, that open, hungry mouth over his, that darting tongue that went in, right to the back of his throat, and he began sucking on it furiously. Between his legs, Sandra's hand was fairly flying, jumping up and down as it rubbed his cock, squeezing in all the right places so no matter how much he tried, he was no longer able to hold still.
The smooth, yet sturdy, white arms of the boy went up around her torso, her neck, and somewhat clumsily he clung to her as his buttocks jumped up from the mattress.
He wanted it to last forever, to keep that moving, searching tongue of hers inside his mouth. A pitiful little whimper escaped his lips when she lifted her face away from him.
"You want it, little boy, don't you?" she hissed, her beautiful white teeth flashing in shining rows. Then she was on the bed. She was all over him and he quite lost track of what happened first. All he knew was that the blanket had somehow left his body, leaving it naked and exposed with his rigid pecker sticking up, the swollen glans pointing at the ceiling. Sandra was climbing over him, one leg on his left, the other on his right. She had pulled the bottom of her nightie all the way up to her chin and was holding it with it. Below, everything was soft and white and alive with little ripples of excitement.
Alan's eyes roamed incredulously over the first female in the raw he had ever seen. It was much, much more beautiful than anything he had imagined when he had excited himself, alone in his bed. And way down there, between her spread-out thighs, right there where his prick was, he could see furriness, pink, glistening flesh and a dark little slit that widened under the spreading effect of two eager fingers.
"Look, look," panted Sandra, "can you see how wet it's gotten? That's the way it is, you see, the wetter a girl's pussy, the harder a boy's prick and the smoother the fucking! Oh, you'll find out in a second, just another second ... there ... there. Oh, yes, yes. Oh, you're ready all right!"
Ready he was indeed, for as she grabbed him, as she held and guided his stiff boycock joint up into her fuck hole, she could tell that it had almost reached full maturity. Yes indeed, she had known a few grown men in her life whose pricks were in no way longer and certainly not one bit stiffer than this one.
"Ahhhh...." she moaned, her eyelids fluttering when she inserted his dick. His glans was knobby, round and perfect. Well-trained muscles in Sandra's abdomen and legs brought her down on him slowly, gradually, until her dripping cunt had swallowed his entire boy prick. Then she continued to press downward, grinding her clitoris in his still hairless pelvis, rotating while she pushed and watching the boy's face with the hungry eyes of a pouncing wildcat.
She wanted to see his pleasure there, she wanted to find the echo to her own excitement in his dilated pupils, in the dark, penetrating stare of the boy's eyes.
When she found it, when she knew that she would have her way with Alan, right to the very end, and without any trouble at all, she relaxed for a moment and quickly pulled her nightie up over her head so that she sat on him naked and glistening ever so slightly with the film of perspiration her excitement had brought out on her skin.
Inside her crotch, between her twitching, relentless thighs, holding the boy so that even if he had wanted to he could no longer escape, Sandra felt his lively thrusts as he began arching his back and searching deep inside her cunt.
"You like it, little boy, don't you?" she grinned and gave her body a sudden lurch forward, contracting her cunt muscles around his burrowing cock.
Alan did not answer. All he could do was gasp, every muscle tense, atremble, his strong hands reaching for the woman's breasts.
Sandra leaned forward a little and let him have the dangling pair. The slight pain of his fingernail as he practically clawed at them only served to excite her more.
"Now I'm going to show you what fucking really is," she grunted, looking very much like a raging wild animal about to pounce on her prey. Alan did not care, he did not mind, he was not afraid any longer. If she had wanted to dig those flashing teeth of hers into the tender flesh of his throat, he would not have tried to stop her.
Instead, her lower jaw trembling slightly, she began nibbling his cheek as she finally lowered her body on top of his. She lapped at the corner of his mouth as if asking meekly for his permission to enter. He turned his face to her, their tongues mingled and her hips began to pump.
Sandra had always taken good care of herself. She exercised regularly and kept her body in good shape, strong and supple and fully able to move effectively when she fucked, no matter what the position was.
Her cunny hole was tight around his slender cock, holding and massaging it, pulling on it when her buttocks rose, pushing the foreskin down when she thrust forward and made it go all the way into her burning hot body.
Her arms had slipped around him, enveloping him so it felt as if she were touching him everywhere. Alan went wild in those hugging arms. He thrashed and bounced and bucked under her onslaught. He whimpered when she pulled her tongue out of him for a moment and asked him whether he thought he liked fucking.
"Oh, Sandra ... oh, Sandra...." was all he was able to say.
"Yes, yes," she panted, quite out of breath herself, "you don't have to tell me, I know. You love it, you little rascal. You love everything about it! There's more of it, there ... and there ... and there...."
Her thrusts were becoming so violent that the bed started to slide back and forth on the waxed floor, groaning and creaking with every lunge. Deep inside the boy's body there was a gathering of nerve-bundles, a contracting of sinew and muscle, and when his prick twitched in furious spasms, right inside the woman's fuck hole, Alan threw his head back and shouted for pleasure.
"Did you cum? Did you?" whispered Sandra into his ear. She felt so soft, so warm and gentle in his arms. She had stopped moving when it had ended, when his prick had begun to shrivel.
"Yes," he whispered. It was only a guess, but he felt that she meant to ask him whether it was over.
"I didn't feel anything come out, you know," said Sandra. His eyes looked puzzled as she lifted him up to her smiling face. She laughed, kissed the tip of his nose, and shook her head slowly.
"What do you know? Who would have thought it? A top-notch little humper and he hasn't even got any cum yet...."
Slowly she lifted herself off him and reached down for the receding prick. She loved the way it felt now too, so small, so vulnerable, so soft all of a sudden. Gently she probed the tip of it with her fingertips. No, it didn't feel like cum, that wetness was just her own. Just to make sure, Sandra slipped down alongside Alan and held his prick up to her nose, sniffing. Then, quite suddenly, her tongue darted out and circled the glans several times.
"Oh, Sandra...." moaned the boy, "ohhhhh...."
CHAPTER THREE
Gloria spent the day at the Metropolitan Museum and in several department stores, up and down Fifth Avenue. Her head was feeling light and was spinning a little with all the things she had seen and enjoyed, the things for which she had longed more than she had realized up in the country.
She felt a little lost when she stepped from the cab that had brought her back to Sandra's place on Seventy-eighth Street. It had been so long since she had lived alone, since she had walked up a flight of stairs in this city of eight million and turned the key in a door that looked like a thousand others. When the cab had pulled away from the curb, she looked up at the building.
On the eighteenth floor. No, she wouldn't have to walk, those days were over, the days of delightful squalor she and Sandra had known together back when they were still young.
The doorman smiled at her and held the door open. He had been much less friendly that morning when Gloria had arrived. He looked her over suspiciously until she produced a letter of introduction Sandra had given her. A letter of introduction to a doorman? she thought! Well, times have sure changed.
He helped her to the elevator, carrying the three packages containing her finds of the afternoon. Gloria thanked him and slipped a dollar bill into his hand.
Well, perhaps this is better, she thought as she listened to the soft humming sound of the elevator taking her to the eighteenth floor. The charms of poverty, of roughing it in a cold-water flat in the village had grown way out of proportion in her memory. Still ... they had been young then, they had loved and laughed with the boys they had known and with each other. Oh, how they had laughed together, until they had rolled on the bed they shared, laughed until something else had taken the place of laughter....
The elevator stopped and Gloria shuddered slightly, as if to shake cobwebs from her brain.
There was a mirror in the hallway just across from the elevator door and for a moment she stopped and looked at herself. She wasn't old yet, not by a long shot, Gloria knew. A little bit plumper than Sandra, but not much. The dark hair was pulled back too severely, yes. Tomorrow I'm going to the hairdresser, she thought. I'll have it trimmed a little and wear it down, just like I used to....
Would she or wouldn't she? Would she finally go ahead and do it, let herself be picked up and screwed by one of those well-dressed guys on the go New York seemed to be swarming with? He would have to be somebody nice with a certain polish and education. Yet, he would have to be perseverant if not persistent if anything was to come of it, because Gloria just knew she would start fussing and resisting the minute a man tried something with her. Gloria had never cheated on her husband, not yet. She had only dreamed about it for a long, long time. Now that she was alone in New York and the house overlooking the Housatonic seemed to belong to another world all together, the thought of adultery did not seem quite so terrible any more.
"Sandra Hollis?"
Gloria whirled at the sound of the male voice, a nervous voice it seemed to her, and stared at a boy.
He looked as if he might be a little older than her own son, perhaps as much as fifteen. He had long hair as so many youngsters had nowadays, and he was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt that he had left open all the way down to his belt. An assortment of medals, pendants and astrological signs was dangling from a thin silver chain around his neck. He was quite dark, probably Spanish, she thought.
"No, you must be mistaken," she murmured. She wondered why she had not told him that she was a friend of the woman he had been expecting and why she had not asked him what he wanted of Sandra. Something about the boy made her feel uneasy.
He stood still, following her with his eyes as she went quickly to the door of Sandra's apartment and turned the key in the lock.
Then he moved very fast. With two leaps he was at Gloria's side, pushing the unlocked door open with one hand and shoving her inside with the other. Gloria was too startled to cry out and too unaccustomed to New York to feel any sort of panic. He was a kid, after all, just a little kid....
"You are Sandra Hollis, lady," he said and grinned, closing the apartment door behind him and leaning against it. Gloria backed away from him into the little studio. She sized him up quickly before speaking.
A child of the streets, she thought. Strong, clever with the cleverness of the jungle, living by his wits and afraid of very few things, she decided. But not a punk, not yet. That might come in a couple of years.
"What do you want?" she asked as calmly as she could and put her packages down on the bed. "And how did you get into the building?"
The boy shrugged. His grin had not changed, it was fixed as if painted on his rather handsome face. No, she was not mistaken, the boy was quite nervous.
"Ain't no doorman gonna stop me, lady," he said softly. His eyes flickered as he looked at her. It was as if he couldn't make up his mind whether to leer or look away.
"I'm Lopez," he said then. "You know, Lopez. Tommy's friend. Listen, you said for me to come tonight."
"Did I now?" Gloria fished.
"Sure you did, the other day. Over the phone, remember?" Something stopped Gloria from making a fuss, from calling for help. A strange curiosity had entered her thoughts. What could Sandra and this boy have in common? Perhaps she had asked him to come and wash the windows for her or something, but then he wouldn't have pushed his way into the place as he had.
"You was lyin' to me before, lady," he said, a note of reproach in his voice. "You changed your mind or something?"
"N-no," stammered Gloria without thinking, "I just think this is a mistake...."
"Wasn't no mistake when I called, lady. You knew who I was then, didn't you? Tommy had told you all about me."
"Had he?"
"Listen, don't fool around with me, lady," he said. The grin was gone and his forehead furrowed angrily. "I don't like people to fool around with me!"
"Won't you sit down and listen for a moment?" asked Gloria, pointing to the chair by the little writing desk.
The boy did not budge.
"I'm not Sandra Hollis, for one thing. Will you believe that much? Therefore I don't know who you are and I have never talked to you before, not on the phone or otherwise."
"Oh, yeah?" he growled. "You're lying to me again, that's what. You said you wasn't her before and I was just waiting to see if you was gonna go to the door or not, I was just waiting."
Gloria sighed and shrugged. It'll be difficult to get through to this boy, she realized. It was becoming quite urgent for her to try because obviously he was becoming angry.
Again she pointed at the chair and invited him to sit down. Finally he went over and sat on the very edge of the seat, leaning forward and staring at Gloria. '
"You said it was all right," he said. "You said you'd seen the pictures Tommy had taken of me and it was all right, didn't you?"
"What pictures?" asked Gloria, more and more curious.
"You know what pictures! Five bucks it cost me for the film and everything, and another five to the guy who lent me the camera."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't seen any pictures, don't you understand? Because I'm not Sandra but her friend. She lent me her apartment and...."
"The pictures with my prick showing, you cunt," snarled Lopez. He got out of the chair. "With my prick nice and stiff like it is right now! You wanna see, lady? I'll show you, okay!"
"No, no! What are you doing?" Gloria cried out as he fumbled with his zipper, even as he came closer. She stared at the thing he was pulling out of his trousers, the stiff, huge cock with the purplish glans pointing straight at her. Gloria's hand flew to her mouth and then he shoved her, one hand against her shoulder. Her knees buckled and she found herself sitting on the edge of Sandra's bed.
"You said you was gonna suck it for me, Sandra," he said, waving his prick in front of her face. "You said if it was just like in the picture, you was gonna do the same things with me as with Tommy. Well? You gonna start or you gonna tell me I don't have a good enough hard-on?"
Rage and fear were choking Gloria. Rage at herself for not having realized immediately that she was in danger, for not having screamed before. I can still scream, she thought, sure I can.
Then she saw the knife in his hand. It was a long, slender blade, very pointy, and Gloria could almost feel it slide smoothly into her cringing flesh. It was too late for screaming.
His left hand was suddenly in her hair, pulling it and jerking her head forward. She could smell the pungent odor of his prick, only half an inch away from her face. A hundred stories read in newspapers over the last few years came back to her, stories of women being raped, attacked, even murdered in the big city. Stories that had nothing whatsoever to do with a woman living in Connecticut in a house overlooking the Housatonic, taking sunbaths by the edge of her swimming pool. Now it was all becoming reality. Her little vacation was turning into a horror trip!
"Please ... please don't," she whispered, deadly afraid at last. "Please let me go. I'm Gloria, not Sandra ... I swear it!"
"Who the fuck gives a shit," hissed Lopez. "You just better start sucking my dick now, you cunt. Suck it good and swallow when I piss my cum down your throat, you understand? If you try anything funny, lady, so help me I'll cut you."
He was pushing his belly forward, the round knob of his glans poking against Gloria's lips as she pressed them together desperately. He brushed the tip of his knife lightly against her throat and Gloria opened her mouth wide, received the thrust of his cock, and began to suck it.
It has a bitter, strange taste, she thought as she worked on it, her eyes closed, her fists clenched on her lap as if to protect it. But it was not painful, it was a lot better than to receive the boy's knifeblade!
At first she barely thought about what she was doing, for the only thing her mind was able to deal with at the moment was the question of her safety, once he had finished. Would he let her go then? Would he leave without harming her, or would he make sure she could never speak of what he had done to her?
"Use your hands, you stupid broad," grunted the boy. "I like to have my balls squeezed a little when I get a blow-job. What'samatter with you? I thought you were so good at it from what Tommy says."
Oh, yes she would do it, anything he wanted. Gloria fumbled with her hands, searched at the root of his cock and, when he unbuckled his belt to let his pants drop to the floor, she found the tight sac with the two big balls in it. With both hands she went for them, holding them, rolling them in her fingers and marveling vaguely to find something so delicate, so smooth in a human being capable of such brutality.
"Hey, that's a little better, cunt," he gasped. There was a metallic click and Gloria saw the blade of the knife disappear inside the knife's handle. A sense of immense relief swept over her, almost something close to gratitude.
If I do it right and satisfy him, she thought, then he won't hurt me. Gloria lunged forward, tightening the circle her lips made around the shaft of his meat and pinched the base of his prick with one hand while continuing to fondle his balls with the other. The boy was beginning to push his body back and forth, thrusting at her, plunging deeper and deeper into her mouth. Tears were coming to Gloria's eyes as she gagged from the poking glans at the back of her throat.
Lopez reached for her head with both hands and pulled, his fingers at the back of her neck.
"Nggg ... nggg...." retched the woman, not daring to defend herself and feeling the terrible tool dilate her throat.
"Come on," he grunted, "come on ... just like you did it to Tommy, you know ... come on, I know you can do it, he told me so...."
He pulled harder, he pushed more vigorously, and Gloria opened her eyes wide. They started to bulge.
"Oh, yeah ... yeah ... that's it. That's a hell of a lot better," panted Lopez. "Wow, he sure was right, Tommy was. He sure told me the truth about you! Wow, you'll see all the stuff I'll be pumping right down into your stomach. Yeah, in just a second, you'll see. Ohhh ... ohhh ... yes, yes, there it comes...."
Gloria's lips were touching the curly bush on the boy's pelvis and she was certain that within a another few seconds she would pass out. Then there was a gushing, spurting heat in her gullet and a grinding of his body against her face that prevented her from fainting.
There was no question of swallowing in the usual manner, not by normal, muscular contractions of her throat, there was too much pressure inside. The boy's cum didn't have to be swallowed, really, it shot straight down into her, just as he had promised it would. More was coming, and yet more, until Gloria thought there would never be an end to it.
When he pushed her back she felt the long cockshaft slide out of her throat, out of her mouth, and she fell on the soft mattress of Sandra's bed, laying there with convulsive retchings making her body jerk. A white trickle of cum was coming down from the corner of her mouth and onto her chin.
Lopez started to wipe off his prick on Gloria's blouse. He was grinning again, and then he bent over her.
"Tommy told me you loved doing it, that's what he said," he murmured as he started unbuttoning the young woman's blouse. His hands slipped inside the dress, feeling for her breasts, stroking and squeezing them. Gloria spit up a little more sperm and struggled to get air.
"Go on," said Lopez, straightening up again, "and rinse out your mouth. I wanna stick my tongue in there and it's all messy."
Gratefully she scrambled up and off the bed. One hand clasped to her mouth, doubled up with the nausea that gripped her, Gloria ran to the bathroom.
What has happened? My God, what has happened to me? she thought when she had relieved herself into the toilet bowl. She was looking at her pale, drawn face in the mirror. Her hair had come loose and was hanging loosely about her face and shoulders.
Slowly things were beginning to fall into place. This little gangster was the friend of somebody called Tommy who had apparently been Sandra's lover. And Tommy had told Lopez ... oh, yes, there was that matter with the photograph! Gloria shook her head slowly. Yes, Sandra had always been wild, the one with the most insatiable appetites, but now, so many years later, had she become more active yet while Gloria had calmed down? Was Sandra staying young and was she the only one to grow old? Was it because Harry was such a bore in bed and because she had simply never wanted to be untrue to him?
Well, this time she had wanted to have a sexual experience without Harry, she remembered, and then she felt herself laughing, but tears were rolling down her cheeks. An affair! She had come to New York with the thought of an affair floating around inside her head from the very start, and she was having one wasn't she? Oh, quite an adventure she was going through....
"Whaddya know, I'm getting horny again," came the pleased and surprised voice from the bedroom. "You gonna come the fuck out of there, cunt, or am I gonna drag you out?"
"I'll be right with you," called Gloria through the closed bathroom door. Suddenly she felt very calm. Quickly, her every gesture precise and purposeful, she disrobed completely. When she was stark naked she opened the door without hesitating and went in to Lopez.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You'll see, you'll see, Alan," whispered Sandra eagerly as she stuffed one index finger slowly and carefully up the boy's asshole. "By the time your mommy gets back I'll have you cumming like a regular little fountain! Just hold still now and let me massage you inside there. Come on, it won't hurt, don't you know that?" She giggled and her finger went in a little deeper.
Alan was kneeling facing her and she was working on him blindly, her arms around him, one hand prying his anus open and the other one digging in. She knew she was doing something right because his cock was poking at her belly and he was beginning to sigh.
"Just stay like that, darling," she said, "just like you are. I'm going to climb off the bed so I can reach you easily. There...."
When she had her feet on the floor she bent her knees, going into a crouch that let her snap at his prick with wet, soft lips.
"You're gonna do that again?" he said and giggled delightedly. There was no need for Sandra to answer his question since she had already started giving him head.
Her finger had remained in his asshole and she was moving it back and forth at the same rhythm as her head, lunging when she pushed in, letting the prick slide out to the rim of the glans when she pulled her finger out of his asshole again.
Alan's body was beginning to tremble a little with excitement and Sandra knew she wouldn't finish him with her mouth this time, she was getting much too wet between her legs for that.
Softly she nibbled at his bare little crotch, enjoying the tickling sensation of his twitching prick down her throat. When he began to gasp, she quickly let go of him.
She let herself down on the floor right where she was and put both arms behind her, spreading out her legs and propping herself up a little.
"Well?" she said and smiled up at him.
"You want me to ... to ... down there?" he asked, incredulously. His right hand began to stroke his meat, soothing the twitching prick now that it was no longer inside a loving, slobbering mouth.
"Heck yes, right here on the floor, darling," she said and grinned. "That way, when you push in I stay right where I am, no soft mattress to give way."
She did not have to ask him twice. A second later his eager young body was wriggling in her arms.
"Easy there, easy, or you're never going to find my cunny hole! Here, lemme help you...."
She reached for him, grabbed his prick and guided it. When it was at the right place and he started to push furiously, she did not let him shove it in right away. Making a fist around his prick, she held it and began rubbing his glans up and down her wet slit, round and round her turgid clitoris. The more he thrashed and kicked and moaned, the more excited she became.
"Just a little moment now," she said. "A little more rubbing, you lovely boy, so I can really get a good feel of what you're going to stick me with, all right?"
Her hips moved up and down and she spread herself open even more as she continued to masturbate herself with his cock, using it like a vibrator. Alan's tongue was dancing around her lips.
"What is it, young man?" She giggled. "What do you want? You want something? You gonna tell Sandra what it is?"
"I ... I wanna fuck you," he whispered. "Oh, Sandra, I wanna fuck you so bad!"
"Badly," she corrected him. "All right, stick it in. Nice and hard and deep, okay?"
Quickly she pulled out her hand and felt him dart into her. Sandra reached around his ass, grabbed his firm little buns and helped him by pulling real hard, yanking his cock into herself and holding it there while he started to hump.
"You're doing fine, just fine," she moaned after a few moments. "You're really giving it to your Sandra, aren't you?"
She opened her mouth and let him stick his tongue into it. Oh, how that boy loved to kiss! He was really getting good at it too, she decided. The way he was moving his tongue around in there, it was just about getting time to teach him yet another trick for which it could be used to good advantage. The way this boy was learning, he would quickly turn into a first rate pussy licker!
But for now there was the constant pumping of his stiff prick inside her cunt and the jerking of his strong young body in her arms. Sandra knew that he would give her yet another orgasm that morning, the third-or was it the fourth?-before lunch. She lifted her legs up high and wrapped them around the boy, lifting him that way and holding him imprisoned between her thighs while powerful spasms began running through her.
"You're getting me off again, darling. Oh, yes, your Sandra's cumming now. Oh, yes ... yes ... ohhhh ... do it, baby, do it...."
Alan had learned to do just the right things when Sandra started to cum. With both hands he went for her tits, pushing them together until he had the nipples touching each other. While he continued to thrash around on her, to slam his cock home with everything he had, the boy opened his mouth wide and glued it to her flesh right over her nipples, playing his tongue over them quickly and wetly.
"Yes ... oh, yes...." she moaned. "Oh, you're so good ... so very good. It's coming, darling, it's coming ... quick, quick, fuck me hard, baby, fuck ... fuck ... AHHHHH...."
Her legs kicked the air and she whimpered until he switched once more from her breasts to her mouth, stifling her outcries with his kisses. His toes dug into the rug on the floor as he pushed himself further into her, holding his cock in and rubbing his pelvis against her clitoris until Sandra had finished cumming.
"And you, darling?" she purred when it was over. "I didn't feel that little twitch I like so much all along your sweet prick, baby. You didn't cum, did you?"
"Not yet," he replied. "But I did before, didn't I? I came twice, you know."
"You're a good boy," she said. "Very good. Would you like me to finish you with my mouth? I'll stick my tongue right into your asshole too, if you'd like that. Did you like what I did there with my finger?"
Alan blushed slightly and nodded. Sandra was rolling him over on his back, fingering his gonads and watching his cock wave about.
"Come on, let's get back on the bed," she said, getting up at last. As she stood, one knee already up on the mattress and her arms supporting her torso, one foot still on the floor, the boy surprised her once more with his delightful sense for what was appropriate. Sitting at the foot of the bed, he suddenly wrapped both arms around her leg and began kissing her thigh on the inside, where it was softest. She could feel his quick little tongue running up and down, always higher, searching and caressing.
Sandra held perfectly still. The way she stood, one leg raised and with the boy on the floor, her cunt was completely exposed to him. He could see right up into her snatch into the moist, still slightly pulsating gash above his head. He was looking all right, he was staring right into her fragrant cunt.
Sandra smiled. Yes, he was an extraordinary boy in many ways. In all of her experience with green youngsters she had never yet found one who would suck her between the legs on his own initiative. With some of them it had taken quite a bit of convincing, even a little blackmail sometimes when she had to threaten them with immediate and permanent expulsion from her bed if they did not get going.
Sandra was wondering whether or not Alan would actually go all the way up with that mobile tongue of his, whether he was tempted by the smell or the looks of her open cunt. The abundant juices of her recent climax were still wet on her thigh and that was what the boy was after, what he was licking off her skin.
Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his way up, closer to the source. When Sandra felt his sweet smooth face inside her crotch and the tongue probing to the left of her cuntlips, she could not resist putting her fingers on her clit and rubbing. He had gotten her good and horny again!
"No ... no, let me," he panted, reaching up and pushing her hand away. He finally took the fleshy little knob between his fingers and manipulated it so cleverly, so gently at the same time, that Sandra began to gasp. Her stretched leg which supported most of her weight began to tremble.
"Ohhhh...." she moaned, her voice rolling with the intensity of her pleasure when the tip of his tongue found the crack of her cunt. It slowly went deeper, flicking from side to side at the same time.
"You're doing it," she moaned. "Oh, baby, you're actually doing it to me. Oh, yes, yes, yes ... just like that. It's perfect! Oh, dear, you're going to make me cum with your tongue if you keep it up! You sure are!"
Sandra's words worked like magic on Alan. She had said just exactly what it took to fire him with ambition and he glued his mouth to her slit and stuffed his tongue inside as far as he could, showing her by his efforts and his application that he fully intended to stay with it to the end.
His right hand continued to work furiously on Sandra's clitty and his left, in imitation of the caress she had lavished on him a little earlier, ran up the back of her leg and found her buttocks and the crack separating them.
"Ahhh ... ahhh...." she shouted when she felt the slender finger slide into her asshole. "It's too good ... it's too fuckin' much...."
Swaying back and forth, Sandra was clawing at her breasts, squeezing them with both hands then running her fingers up and down her belly as she stood erect, her thighs spread out and receiving the boy's oral ministrations.
Alan's tongue was making little circles inside her fuck hole. The tip caressed the walls of her cunt channel until he brought her to the limits of endurance. Before climaxing she threw herself on the bed, rolled on her back and lifted her legs up, exposing her dripping pussy and shouting for him. She knew that he would not make her wait and with all the enthusiasm a twelve-year-old is capable of, Alan buried his face between Sandra's thighs and sucked her pussy to the finish.
"Listen, darling," panted Sandra when it was over, "it's my turn to make you happy, really happy, you hear? Alan, anything you want, you know what I mean? Whatever you could think of, whatever would give you pleasure, I'll do it for you, all right? Tell me, tell your Sandra what she should do, please tell...."
She began kissing her sticky love-juice off his lips and chin, licking his face all over until he giggled and squirmed in her arms.
"You wanna fuck?" he asked softly, at last.
"Sure, baby, I wanna fuck, but I wanna do it the way you like best, okay? You haven't told me everything yet, I bet, not all the things that come to your mind when you jerk yourself off. I'd make it all come true for you, you know that? What would give you pleasure, my darling, what? Tell me.
Alan seemed to hesitate and she smiled, put her mouth to his ear, and whispered, "Would you like to beat me? Whip the shit out of me while I suck you off? Tell me, it's all right, I promise...."
Alan giggled and squirmed with embarrassment.
"I don't want to hurt you, that's silly," he said softly.
"It can be nice, didn't you know that? Very nice. Maybe we'll do that some other time. What is it you want now, baby, right now? Would you like to feel my tongue up your little shithole? Would you? I'd love doing it."
"Well...." he murmured, hesitant, "there's something I've been thinking...."
"What, what? Tell me!" she urged him eagerly.
"I don't know if it's possible though," Alan said and shrugged.
"Everything is possible. You just say what you want and we'll do it, okay?"
"It's just that I used to imagine fucking was a little different, you see. It's because I didn't really know how it is, with a woman, how she's built and all...." Alan seemed to be visibly embarrassed and Sandra caressed and kissed his chest, licked his nipples tenderly to encourage him to go on.
"Well you see, Sandra, I thought women didn't have anything at all down there. I knew they didn't have a pecker so I thought there was nothing. When the boys would talk about putting it into a woman, well ... oh, it's silly, you know, but I thought it had to go in behind ... I mean, you know, in the rear...."
"Up the shithole?" asked Sandra excitedly. "That's called assfucking or cornholing. We can do it. You can ream out my asshole, darling, all you want! Is that what you thought of when you played with yourself?"
Alan nodded.
"And tell me," Sandra whispered in a confidential tone, "whose asshole was it you thought you were screwing? Your mommy's, wasn't it? You were assfucking your mommy every night, my love, weren't you?"
Alan blushed so hard that tears came to his eyes and Sandra quickly put her arms around him and hugged him to her breast. Oh, how sensitive, how delightfully vulnerable they still are at this age!
"No, no, baby, you mustn't be ashamed at all," she soothed him. "It's quite all right, you see. All little boys imagine things like that, they really do. And some, some even get to do it. Some mommies let them."
Sandra stopped and swallowed hard. Why had she said that to him? she wondered. Why did she have to go and plant such an idea into his head? And yet, wasn't the prick she was holding getting stiffer all of a sudden? Wasn't it twitching in her fingers at the mere thought of ramming up Gloria's plump little backside?
If Harry's always traveling, she thought, and if he doesn't get it up properly when he comes home, wouldn't it be just dandy for Gloria if she could put aside some silly prejudices and grab a good thing when she could find it, especially when it was right under her nose?
"I'll get on all fours, Alan," she whispered. "You'll put it to me from behind, nice and deep, all right? And listen, Alan," she added, holding him tight, her face buried in his curly hair, "when you fuck me like that ... call me Mommy, will you?
Oh, please, will you?"
Alan didn't reply but his head in her arms nodded twice, almost imperceptibly.
Getting cornholed was nothing new to Sandra. She had started With much smaller pricks than Alan's, daubing them with huge quantities of Vaseline and taking great care in having the boys go in slowly, but that was a long time ago. Alan's cock was indeed one of the larger ones and yet there would be no need for any artificial lubrication, Sandra had found that out some time ago. All it would take would be what was naturally coming out of her body a little further up front, when she felt his glans tickling her from behind.
Getting down on hands and knees, on the bed, she instructed the boy in great detail when he had knelt up behind her.
"Come up from below, darling ... yes, yes, that's it, push it up between my legs so you can feel my pussy ... see how wet it is? Now the juice is going to make your prick all slippery, see, all you have to do is rub it back and forth a little. There, there, that's the way!"
She told him to reach down with his hand and rub more cunt juice up into her crack and right into her asshole. In a matter of two minutes everything was swimming with love-juice and he had his glans up against the tight ring of her sphincter.
"Push, baby," she groaned, spreading herself, and he helped by grabbing hold of her buns and prying her open. "Push, push hard ... don't be afraid ... you're not hurting me."
Then she screamed, but it was only for pleasure when the round glans suddenly popped into her bowels. Even Alan let out a shout of excitement and lunged forward, shoving the entire length of his boyfuck shaft into her narrow anal channel.
Alan's arms went around her waist and he started to hump at full speed, right from the start.
"I'm fucking you, I'm fucking your asshole ... your shithole," he whimpered with delight, "I'm doing it...."
"Oh, yes, yes, you're doing it," grunted Sandra and then she lowered her voice.
"Whom are you fucking in the ass, my darling? Whom are you cornholing?"
"Mommy ... my mommy," he whispered and his prick suddenly twitched as Sandra tightened her asshole around it, but there was something distinctly different about his climaxing this time.
"Oh, my goodness," shouted Sandra, excited, as she felt the warmth, the wetness shoot into her bowels. "Oh, darling, my darling ... you're ejaculating! You're shooting cum into me for the first time! Oh, baby, baby, I must see it, I must drink it ... quick, quick...."
And while the boycum spurts were still coming, she whirled around, letting Alan's funky cock pop out of her asshole, and lunged for it. She received the last few squirts into her mouth, slurping up the still very fluid, very transparent ball-juice and swallowing every drop she was able to milk out of his shit-streaked prick.
CHAPTER FIVE
Gloria was an intelligent woman, one who had a certain amount of insight when it came to her own drives, hesitations, and secret desires. As she walked into Sandra's bedroom where the young punk who had raped her mouth was sprawling on the bed pulling his prick, she was determined to make the most of what was happening to her, knowing that her excuse, the very real danger that any resistance on her part would bring about, in a way made this first step into adultery easier for her.
Lopez had pulled off his socks, shirt and trousers in the meantime, and for a moment the oddly assorted couple remained still. Gloria, standing by the bed, looked down at him, at the wide, already powerful shoulders of the boy. There wasn't an ounce of extra fat on the lad, not a blemish on that smooth, golden skin of his. His long black hair framed a ruggedly handsome face with a strong, quite cruel mouth. As for the meat in his hand, it was a cock she would have been hard put to cover completely with both her hands wrapped around it.
What the young intruder saw, staring up in gloomy, tense silence, was a thirty-two-year-old woman in full bloom, fleshed out in the right places, around the hips and thighs, with a good, solid pair of tits on her, just the way he liked it. They stood up nicely, those plump boobs, with not a trace of a fold underneath. Her nipples were large and brown, sufficient to fill a man's mouth to his heart's content, if tit-sucking was his thing.
Gloria's hair was black and wild, straggly and hanging down to her shoulders; but this only gave her quite beautiful, pale face a more vulnerable, sensuous look. Her lips were full, moist, and slightly parted.
"Come over here, cunt," Lopez murmured and stretched out one hand. Gloria stepped forward and took it in a firm clasp, as if to make peace with him. She thoroughly enjoyed the somewhat puzzled, almost guilty look that came into his eyes.
"Cunt, you hear? A cunt is what you are," growled Lopez viciously as if to make sure he'd remain as tough as he saw himself.
"All women are cunts to you, aren't they?" Gloria said quietly, still holding on to his hand.
"They sure are!" he exclaimed. "They're good for one thing and one thing only, that what I always say."
"And you've got a hell of a lot of experience, of course." She smiled and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. Her hand went to his belly, flat and hard and warm, and remained there without moving. Lopez did not answer.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"I'm ... oh, shit, what's it to you? Old enough to stick my cock up your twat, and that's what counts!"
When Gloria looked into his eyes, holding his stare and smiling ever so slightly, he finally looked away.
"Fifteen," he murmured sullenly.
"That's what I figured, because of your face. The rest of you is pretty grown-up, of course."
She leaned forward and, quite to his surprise, touched her lips to his forehead. Perhaps he has never experienced tenderness from a girl, she thought. Perhaps it had been no more than the quick, animal rutting of yet another child of the streets, somewhere on a rooftop of one of the teeming tenements up in the Bronx, perhaps the frantic, rapid satisfaction on the struggling body of a crying girl held down by his friends, over the hood of a car.
"What the fuck...?" he murmured, jerking his head away, to the side.
"Don't you like kissing?" she said. "And what's your first name?"
"My name's Antonio, but they call me Tony ... sometimes they call me El Toro, in the Barrio."
"The Bull? Well, maybe I'll call you that too, Tony, by the time we're through tonight. Will you show me what you can do? Or are you all talk?
Gloria knew full well that she could never have spoken like that to the imagined lover she had thought of encountering in this city, to the man with the proper manners and the gray flannel suit and possibly the attache case handy at all times, even in bed. For some reason, she realized, she had imagined him as a perfect duplicate of her husband Harry!
As Harry's wife, living in Harry's house, Gloria had become the kind of woman he wanted. She had not always been so, and now that she was naked on the same bed with this young rat from the gutters of New York, she was able to speak his language and did so with a strange, almost thrilling feeling of liberation.
Lopez sat up and reached into her bosom with a heavy hand. Grinning at her, he began to knead the opulent tit flesh.
"Hey, maybe you're gonna turn out to be an all-right cunt after all," he said. "Maybe Tommy didn't kid me after all."
"I don't know Tommy," Gloria insisted again.
"You're kidding me," he said, but he sounded a little less certain.
"No, I'm telling you the truth, but you didn't want to believe it. My name is Gloria and I don't even live in New York. This apartment belongs to Sandra Hollis, true enough, but she invited me to stay here for a week or so while she stays at my house in Connecticut and takes care of my little boy."
The boy's hand suddenly stopped mauling Gloria's breasts, and somehow she missed it.
He stared at her. "You're really not Sandra?" he asked again.
Gloria shook her head. "Wait," she said. Then she got up and quickly took her purse from the floor where it had fallen and quickly took her purse from the floor where it had fallen during their initial struggle. She found her driver's license and an old telephone bill. She showed them to Lopez.
"There, are you convinced now?"
Lopez continued to stare at the papers until she realized that he was doing it only because he did not want to meet her eyes just then.
"I-I thought you was Sandra," he murmured at last. "I talked to Sandra over the phone after Tommy gave her my pictures. I was pretty sore when I thought you changed your mind. I thought you were just making fun of me, over the phone ... Listn, Ma'am, I didn't mean to frighten you, I mean ... well, I wouldn't have done it if I'd have known...."
He looked up at her and his eyes were those of a child. "You gonna turn me in?" he asked.
"How can I? You've got a knife, haven't you?"
Again he looked away.
"Oh, I wouldn't have ... I mean, I never stuck nobody with it. I don't think I could...."
"You just wanted to scare the living daylights out of me, is that it?" Gloria asked sternly. To her amazement she found that she was suddenly getting the upper hand with him. Lopez nodded.
"Well, congratulations, you sure succeeded."
"I ... I'll go now, ma'am," he murmured, turning away from her and fumbling around with one arm on the floor, to find his pants. Gloria had noticed that he had lost his erection, realizing at the same time that she no longer needed to fear him in order to feel like making it with him.
In addition she found the situation quite amusing. Playfully she slapped his behind as it was turned toward her and he whirled around, instinctively aggressive, but immediately got a hold on himself.
"Well? What's this 'ma'am' bit you're giving me? I thought I was just another ciint, as you put it so nicely."
"Forget it. I'm sorry," he said angrily.
"No, no, don't be sorry. Maybe you were right. Maybe we all are cunts first and ladies last. Otherwise, why would I suddenly get the hots for a punk kid like you?"
There. It was out. It hadn't been hard at all to tell him in his own language, straightforward so he'd understand. A wide, conceited grin spread over his face. Lopez apparently accepted what she had said as something quite natural.
"Then you wanna go on?" he asked, sitting up and turning fully to her. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see his sagging cock rise its head again and become rigid.
How marvelous, how delightfully uncomplicated, thought Gloria! What happens to them when they get older, or educated'?
"Yeah, we'll go on all right," she whispered, feeling the excitement spread through her crotch and belly. "But not like savages, you understand? This time we do it my way."
"What's your way?"
"Shut up and lie back. Don't move, don't try anything funny, understand?"
"All right, ma'am," he said and chuckled softly.
"And if you don't mind," Gloria said, "don't call me that. With you I'll just be a cunt, just exactly what you're used to, all right? Who else but a cunt would want to do this, after what you've done?"
She reached for his chest and began moving both hands over his pectorals and his arms while her mouth fastened to his chin and sucked on it, only to start moving higher until she found his open, waiting mouth.
Lopez had a wide, very mobile tongue that he used with a certain degree of facility. He was kissing like a glutton, not like a connoisseur, Gloria decided. Still, a hell of a lot better than Harry!
In fact, the longer it lasted, this eager rolling of his tongue inside her mouth, the better she liked it and the more excited she was becoming, and when she rolled her body against his, sideways, when she felt the hardness of his erect prick against her belly, Gloria's slit suddenly filled with moisture that was coming from deep inside her body. She needed him as she had not needed anybody for a long time.
"You're gonna fuck me, lover?" she murmured, then stuck the tip of her tongue under his upper lip and ran it back and forth, tickling his gums.
His grab for her crotch, rough and vulgar, with two fingers going smack into the hole, gave her nothing but pleasure.
"Why, you're dripping," the boy said and laughed softly, triumphantly. "You're getting all wet for me, ain't you? Sure, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna screw the fuckin' shit out of you." He grinned, beginning to mount her as she lifted one leg and offered her open cunt to him.
Watchful, hungrily, Gloria looked into the boy's dark eyes when he reached down for his prick and lifted his buttocks a little to get into place. She wanted to find fire and the promise of pleasure in his eyes, but they were only mocking just then, calm and ironic, even when the glans of his boycock started to go inside her pussy.
For a while he teased her, holding himself and fisting his prick so that the big round knob danced up and down between her cuntal lips. He pushed it up hard against Gloria's clit and the friction was beginning to draw moans from her chest.
"You want it, don't you? Say you want it, cunt. Say you want my prick way up your fuck hole. Say it...." he murmured, and at last Gloria saw that his eyes were changing, they were darting back and forth over her face.
"Cunt ... you cunt...." he said a couple of times.
"I want it," she breathed. "Oh, yes, I do want it. I want you to shove your cock into me now ... right now. Oh, please, please, fuck me Tony, fuck me like you said you would...."
His eyes were still dancing. "You know...." he grunted, almost hesitating, and was beginning to push his cock into her, "you're beautiful ... you cunt!" He slammed his dick in, right to the hilt, holding it in and grinding his pelvic bone against her clitty until she started singing out with excitement, stretching her body and contracting it, lifting her legs on either side of him and thrusting anxiously while he was still busy going from side to side.
Gloria's arms wound themselves around his waist and his back. They clung and pulled as her ass rose from the bed. Within seconds she had won, had stopped his teasing and grinding and started him going.
Lopez lost no time, once he was started fucking. Furiously he pounded away, rising and falling with an energy and display of strength that sent thrills down to the tips of Gloria's toes and up into her tingling scalp. The lean, muscular male body cradled between her thighs was like a machine, pistoning away without apparent effort, savagely and steadily. The smoothness of young skin rubbing against her breasts, her belly and her thighs, brought almost forgotten memories back to Gloria's mind.
Yes, she had fucked like this in earlier years. She had held on to the young bodies of her classmates when she was still in college, to those of the eagerly groping young salesmen, later on the job, and even to the deliciously tender, delicate body of her roommate on those nights when both she and Sandra were ready for a little change of pace.
Harry was older than she, much older. How could she have ever believed it would not matter, she wondered as she ran her fingers up and down the contracting muscles in Tony's back?
He too was caressing her, pushing one hand behind her back and sliding it down slowly, over her hard-working buttocks and into the crack.
"Oh, yes ... yes...." moaned Gloria, lifting herself up a little more to give him access. "Oh, yes ... right there ... there." When she felt his middle finger go in, almost brutally, carelessly, hurting her just a little, it happened.
It hadn't happened with Harry in years. Harry was always too quick. She had always gone into the bathroom, when it was over, and gotten herself off there, all alone.
"I'm cumming," she announced in a low grunt. "I'm cumming right now ... right NOW ... NOW...." Her voice rose to a scream as she clung to him and pumped, throwing her body up at him, opening her mouth wide and finally stifling her screams by burying her face into the side of his neck and digging her teeth into his skin, her jaws trembling with effort, so badly did she want to bite down.
"Watch your fuckin' fingernails," he growled without slowing down. Only then did Gloria realize she was raking his back with clawing hands.
"I love it ... oh, I love it...." she moaned when she was once more able to articulate, and then she waited breathlessly for his ejaculation. Lopez simply continued to fuck her. There was no slacking, no slowing down.
"If you keep it up, darling," she whispered, "you'll make me cum again...."
"You cum three times, then I finish," he announced quietly.
"I ... I don't know if I can," she whispered, suddenly afraid and self-conscious, doubting her own sensuality. Lopez chuckled, not concerned in the least, and his strokes changed from straight-forward becoming rotary, circling inside her, reaming her cunt out with a precision and strength that got her started again.
"Yes ... oh, yes, you can do it," she moaned, first holding still and letting it happen, then catching the rhythm and joining in.
His stiff prick was making clicking, churning wet sounds as it stirred in her cunt. Gloria thought of a huge wooden spoon stirring a creamy sauce in a pot. The spoon became a dagger once more es it stabbed into her, straight to the core of her being, stabbed again and again until she cried and shouted and called for her mother, beating her fists against his shoulders with the overwhelming flood of her second orgasm.
Lopez never gave her time to catch her breath though. He slid down, his huge prick popping out of her cummy slit with a distinct hollow sound like a cork popping from a bottle, and then his mouth was in her crotch, his wide tongue inside her cunt, licking and slurping and probing in all directions.
"Ohhh ... OHHHH ... she screamed, her arms and legs jerking erratically. "Ohhh, it's too good ... too much ... gooood ... gooood...."
She was bucking under his kisses as he ate her cunt out and finally she strained and grunted, pushing her torso up on her elbows to catch a better glimpse of his head nodding into her cunt.
"Eat it, boy," she groaned, barely recognizing her own voice. "Oh, yes, that's it ... eat my cunt, darling, eat all of it...."
Tony Lopez had his uncouth side, of course, but his experience with women was much more extensive than Gloria had suspected. He sensed the approach of her climax with great precision and when the time had come, he practically jumped forward again, penetrating her cunt with his prick and this time following her movements, grinding and pumping in turn, staying with her as the arriving orgasm twisted Gloria's body in all directions.
This time it was he who watched her, staring down into her eyes, anticipating what would come next and making the right guesses. It wasn't so much science as it was pure instinct, but an instinct that served them both well. At the precise moment when the young woman's climax reached its peak, not an instant before and not an instant later, Lopez was able to eject his juice into her, splashing it in squirt after squirt, his thick hot cum almost inexhaustible, until she had stopped moving, lying beneath him as if dead.
"Ya had a good one this time," he said and grinned, "didn't you?"
Gloria's eyes fluttered faintly and a shadow of a smile appeared on her arched lips.
"You fucked me good," she finally whispered. "You sure fucked me good...."
Slowly the boy pulled his shrinking dick out of her and looked down at both their sweat-covered, glistening bellies and thighs. A strong, pungent smell of cunt was wafting at him and his nostrils trembled slightly. He grinned.
"Now you owe me," he murmured. "Three to one."
Gloria opened her eyes and chuckled at him.
"Three to two, remember?" she said and giggled. "What about the way we met?"
"Oh, yeah," he agreed, laughing at her. "But I never count that."
"Is that so? Well, and what must I do to catch up?"
"More fucking," said Lopez.
"You're kidding!" said Gloria. "You're planning on more of the same in a little while?" Her eyes were sparkling with anticipation.
"Naw, not exactly," he said and shrugged, sitting up and rubbing her belly absentmindedly, caressing her as a man would stroke his horse's rump after a strenuous ride. "You give it to my kid brother, this time."
"Your what?"
"You heard me. My kid brother. I promised him, he's never fucked before. He's only thirteen. He's waiting downstairs."
Gloria's eyes were round and shocked, but her heart was beating faster, not with fear or revulsion, but with a strange feeling of depraved excitement. Thirteen ... why, Alan would be thirteen in another month....
"What's his name?" she whispered, averting her eyes.
"Carlos. But he doesn't like it, so you just call him Charlie, okay?"
"Sure," she murmured almost inaudibly. When Tony got up from the bed, she knew he was going to get the little boy for her to fuck.
CHAPTER SIX
"Will you get out of there?" Sandra said as she swerved the car around the curve and headed into the ramp. She had driven very slowly so far, but now that they were going to be on the Connecticut Turnpike, going into New York, Alan simply would have to resume his seat and hold still. He looked up mischievously from the floor of the car where he had made himself comfortable and licked his chops.
"I got you all excited, didn't I, 'Sandra?" he chirped proudly.
"You've got a nose, haven't you?" she said. "So why do you have to ask?" Then she turned her head to him and spoke quite firmly. "Up on your seat now and fasten your safety belt. I certainly wouldn't want to bring you to your Mommy in little pieces."
At the mention of his mother, Alan calmed down quite suddenly and, with a little sigh, obeyed. Sandra gunned the engine and found her place in the row of city-bound cars, moving at a steady clip. Sandra tried to be all business, driving adroitly and easily, but already she missed the boy's tingling, flicking tongue on her thighs and pubic hairs. Alan had almost made it all the way up, beneath her skirt, a little while ago, but now it would have to wait.
"Sandra?" The boy was looking at her with big, almost sad eyes.
"What's the matter?"
"What if my mother gets very angry?" he asked softly.
"She won't."
"How'd you know?"
"I've known her longer than you have," Sandra said lightly. "Don't worry, you hear? And just make sure you do exactly what I tell you to do. Don't say anything and let me speak, all right?"
The calm tone of her voice seemed to have reassured him somewhat, but in fact Sandra was not entirely as confident as she tried to appear.
Once more she tried to remember every detail of the long telephone conversation she had had with Gloria the night before, quite late after the boy had gone to sleep. They had both had more than just one night-cap and they had felt giggly and giddy, kidding around on the phone as they had done when they were both still in their late teens. Then they had said quite a lot, perhaps more than either of them had intended to.
Gloria had spoken first. She had told about the frightening experience with the boy Tommy had sent over and whom Sandra had completely forgotten about, an experience that had taken her friend from fear to ecstasy. She had told her about little Charlie and how she had become frightened at the last moment, begging Tony to stop the boy from coming into the apartment, and now she was sorry as hell. Tony was going to keep his kid brother for Sandra, he had told Gloria disdainfully, just as he had planned to in the first place.
Then Sandra had blurted everything out about Alan. The boy's mother had reacted just as she had hoped she would, laughing about it, though her laugh had sounded a little strained. Then she became curious and asked some quite intimate questions under the pretense of motherly interest. Sandra could have bet anything that Gloria had become quite excited listening to her. She was even certain that the woman had begun jerking herself off right then and there while she had her on the phone, because she had sounded a little strange and in a hurry to hang up when the conversation had turned to other things.
Sandra's decision to take the boy to New York, to surprise Gloria, was an idea that had only formed that morning in her mind.
Why was she doing it? Sandra was not quite sure herself, but in the past she had generally been the one to come up with new ideas, to push her friend over many a brink when they had had some boys over. Sandra later often suspected that her friend's marriage to colorless Harry had been an escape from her, a reaction of guilt, perhaps for having enjoyed life too much. Well, Gloria had paid through the nose, that much was certain. Time for a little change!
Yes, Sandra wanted to recreate the old atmosphere with Gloria. The little apartment on Seventy-eighth Street was just right for that. There were lots of things they could experience together there, lots of things Sandra could show her friend....
Of course Alan had to come along, there could be no question of leaving a twelve-year-old boy alone in that big house. And if what his mother and Sandra and a few friends might do could definitely fall into the X-rated category, neither was Alan an innocent little boy any more. If it turned out that he too would be included in whatever happened, and if he and Gloria....
No, Sandra was not going to make any plans, such things always turned out better when you were relaxed and just let things happen. If not, not. If yes ... well, wouldn't it just be the living end?
"Say, Sandra...." Alan's voice almost startled her, so absorbed had she become in her reverie.
"What is it, darling?"
He was staring out at the road in front of them, his handsome little face thoughtful and serious.
"You will want me to do it with Mommy, won't you?" he asked quietly.
"What? What are you saying?" she exclaimed, her heart jumping in her breast.
"Don't you? You kept talking about all the things I imagined when I played with myself, you wanted to know everything. You said it was all right if I thought about Mommy when I did it and you told me to call you Mommy too, remember?"
"So?"
"So it excites you, that's what. I could tell, Sandra, it does." .
"You're crazy!" she protested weakly.
How strange, the intuitive insights of the young sometimes, she thought. Alan was perhaps a lot brighter than most kids his age, and to him, now that she had broken him in, incest was perhaps not half as frightening a thought as it would have been to most youngsters. Sandra realized that even she had some inhibitions about it and that it was precisely the thought of going against all the conventional rules that had always excited her. She had always made her own rules though, ever since that first thrill when she had gone down on her history teacher, in sixth grade. Nothing had ever quite matched that thrill. But with Alan and his mother, if they were to become putty in her hands ... yes, indeed. That could be the cream of the cream!
"Alan," she asked softly, "seriously. Would you like that?"
Silently he nodded. She glanced at him again and saw the dreamy little smile on his face.
"You would like to do all the things with your Mommy that we did together?"
"All the things," he murmured then turned to her, bright and eager.
"Will you fix it, Sandra? Will you? Oh, please say you will, please ... I'll be good, you'll see, I'll do everything you say!"
"You must indeed do everything I say," she said, looking straight ahead again. "You mustn't spoil things by letting on, you understand?" The boy nodded eagerly.
"And it might not turn out that way at all. You must accept that too."
"Oh, but it will, it will," he said eagerly.
There certainly was no arguing with that. Confidence such as his could only be an asset for such an undertaking. Fondly Sandra reached out with her right hand to tousle Alan's hair, but he caught her arm and pulled it down. Against her palm, Sandra felt the stiffness of his prick. Whatever might happen in New York, she decided, the one thing she did not need worry about was the ability of that sweet little boy. She was quite certain also that there would not be any resistance on his part. Sandra's determination to provoke a sensuous, delightful sex encounter between mother and son was growing by the minute.
When the doorbell rang Gloria thought Tony Lopez had returned, with or without his little brother. She started, sitting up in the bathtub, her heart beating faster. She had wanted him to come back much more than she had realized! Beating herself off in the warm bath water simply wasn't the same. She was glad her mind had wandered and that she had not yet succeeded in getting herself off.
She had tried to imagine herself with the younger boy, with Charlie she had not even seen yet, but somehow in her mind his features always became those of her son. She concentrated on what was going on further down, on the delicacy of a small, young pecker twitching against her flesh, but there had always been Alan's eyes, dark and surprised and shocked, looking into hers.
"I can't. Oh, I just can't...." she had murmured, wincing and trying to switch over from Carlos-Alan to Tony, but then he too took on the sweet, familiar features of her Alan.
Naked, a small towel clutched against her breast, dripping water at every step, Gloria rushed to the door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Me!" The voice of a young boy. It's Carlos, perhaps alone. No matter. Gloria suddenly knew that she was ready for him. Only briefly did the thought of putting something on come to her mind, but she decided against it. She would be ready for him, just as she was, glowing and wet and naked from her bath and with her cunt still tingling from the workout she had been giving it. They would get started very quickly that way. There would be no awkwardness. We'll be just like wild-animals, like real primitives, she thought as she unlocked the door and pulled it open.
For a second that seemed like an eternity to Gloria, she and Alan stared at each other. Then she noticed Sandra's smile and that helped her return to reality.
"Sandra! Alan!" she gasped. "What are you two doing here?" Nervously she tried to spread out the towel as much as possible so it displayed both her breasts while hanging down over her pussy. Awkwardly she backed away from the door.
"Come in," she said and smiled. "What a surprise!"
"A nice one, I hope?" Sandra grinned and pushed the boy forward into the room. Gloria continued to back off, completely unaware of the large mirror just behind her on the wall, unaware of the fact that her son had stopped looking at her and was staring past her, looking at her ass in the mirror.
"Excuse me," she said and laughed nervously. "I better put something on, all right? I'll be right with you."
Walking backward and smiling, Gloria went into the bathroom and started to close the door, but Sandra pushed against it.
"Lemme in. I want to talk to you," she whispered, almost urgently.
"Why ... sure," Gloria said and reached for the large bathtowel on the rack. Sandra closed the door behind her and leaned against it, smiling at her friend.
"You're as pretty as ever, you know that?" she said and smiled, letting her eyes roam all over Gloria's soft, naked body until it was wrapped inside a large white towel.
"I put on a little weight," she said and giggled, blushing with pleasure at the compliment.
"Yeah ... all in the right places too," agreed Sandra. "Remember, you used to worry about not having enough here." She was helping her friend dry off and her hand was pressing against the firm round breasts inside the towel.
"They're still all right, aren't they?" asked Gloria proudly. She was holding still, even when Sandra's fingers began closing around her left tit, pressing it and kneading it a little through the towel.
"Your breasts always used to be very sensitive," murmured Sandra.
"They still are. Oh, yes, they are," the other woman replied, shuddering slightly. Her eyes closed, her black lashes long and fine on her pink cheeks. Why, she looks just the way she did fifteen years ago, thought Sandra. The face of an innocent little girl without make-up, pink and warm and fresh in the steamy bathroom.
"It sure is hot in here, isn't it?" remarked Sandra. Her free hand went up to the front of her dress and she started to open the buttons. One by one they popped out of their holes. Sandra was still not wearing a bra.
"You never used to take a bath just to wash, did you?" she said and giggled.
"I still don't," said Gloria without opening her eyes.
"Something tells me we came a little too early, just a few minutes...."
Gloria did not answer. She stood wrapped in her towel, her arms pressed against her sides, silent and still as her friend slowly embraced her. It was a gentle, tender hug, one that could have been of friendship alone, the friendship of two girls who had seen a lot together. Only when Sandra moved her lips against Gloria's left cheek, tasting it, did Gloria know for sure that more than friendship was involved.
Gloria was surprised to feel the tingle inside her freshly excited twat, the gathering of juices between her cuntal lips, as soon as Sandra's pointed tongue started to tickle the corner of her mouth. Gloria smiled and the tongue was on her lips. She laughed softly and the tongue slipped inside her mouth.
"Mmmmmm...." moaned Gloria, feeling her knees buckle a little and she sucked blindly on the offered tongue, all thoughts leaving her brain until there was nothing left in the world but the delicate soft tongue of her friend, the strong, supporting arms around her and the tingle between her legs.
The steamy atmosphere of the small room was wetting their skins and making Sandra's dress, open all the way down, stick to her back and shoulders. She wriggled and shrugged a little and it slid to the floor.
"Look at me. Open your eyes, darling," she whispered.
Gloria obeyed and held still when Sandra pushed the towel off her shoulders. It slid to the floor and for a brief moment they faced each other, their nipples almost touching, their eyes dancing and sparkling.
"Oh, Gloria ... ," moaned Sandra, flinging out her arms and once more receiving a slightly trembling, warm, soft and naked woman against her chest.
"There's Alan...." whispered Gloria when her friend's mouth began groping for hers.
"Yes, darling, there's Alan," Sandra said. "And perhaps he's watching us through the keyhole."
"Oh, no, no ... don't say that ... ," moaned Gloria, but she was past putting up any resistance as she was being pushed back against the edge of the bathtub.
"Sit," urged Sandra, "sit and spread your legs. Yes ... there ... I'm going to do it for you just like in the old days. Oh, Gloria, yes! Oh, I love your pussy. It's still the prettiest one I've ever seen...."
She sank to her knees, her fingertips pressed against the sides of Gloria's thighs as she held them apart. The pink, freshly washed and freshly fingered vulva opened slightly. The insides were glistening and the clitoris emerged from the folds above. Gloria arched her back in anticipation. All the years that had passed since the last blow-job Sandra had given her faded away to nothing and she groped for the other rim of the tub behind her. With her arms stretched back and her hands clinging to the porcelain, her throat stretched as she threw her head back and moaned. Gloria was offering herself to the young woman's lips and tongue.
"Now, Gloria, I'm going to do it to you." breathed Sandra. "I'm going to eat your cunt out for you...." For just a moment longer she stared at the cunt before her, her nostrils trembling with the pungent, penetrating, clean smell of it, and then she lunged.
Her tongue was hard and tapered as it ran up and down the wet, softly opening slit. It raced down into the tight hole and flicked out again, covered with Gloria's love-juice and widened as it pressed against the swelling clit.
"Oh, yes. Oh, Please. Oh, Sandra, you're sucking me off, aren't you? Yes, you are ... oh, yes, and how ... I've been wanting it, I swear I have. More, more, more ... please. Oh, please make me cum my darling...."
From a soft, sighing whisper, Gloria's voice had risen to shrillness. No longer did she care who heard her or that her son was right on the other side of the thin door. All that mattered was the thing happening to her cunt, the nodding of Sandra's head between her spread-out thighs, the closing of pursed lips around her clitty and the sucking that seemed to pull it away from her body. Then she felt Sandra's fingers below, felt the slipping, lurching motion as her cunt was penetrated and she howled her pleasure at the ceiling of the bathroom when the finger-fucking began in earnest.
Her body jumped and twitched, spasms contracting every muscle, and when she looked down to feast her eyes on the willowy back of the kneeling woman, on the round, soft shoulders and the nodding blonde head, Gloria did notice a movement. There was a shadow alternating with light then returning beyond the keyhole just across from her.
He's watching. Alan's watching his mommy being sucked off, she thought briefly. He's seeing it all. She screamed again, her hands shooting forward and her fingers burying themselves in Sandra's soft hair as she pulled the restless head tightly into her crotch.
"I'm cumming!" she howled. "Oh, yes ... yes ... this is it. I'm CUUUMMMING...."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alan was sitting in front of the small TV set with his back to the bathroom door by the time the women emerged. They were both wearing long white robes, Sandra a blue one and Gloria in white. He did not turn as they entered the living room but continued staring at the screen on which cowboys were chasing one another at the moment.
"I tell you he's been watching," whispered Gloria tensely into Sandra's ear.
"No, no, he's not like that," Sandra tried to reassure her friend, hoping fervently that she was wrong and that he had indeed enjoyed the whole thing from beginning to end.
"Well, young man," she said, coming up behind him and putting her hands on his shoulders.
"Getting a little hungry?" Her thumbs started to massage the muscles of his neck.
"Naw, not yet," murmured Alan, staring straight ahead.
"Come on, you haven't even said hello to your mother properly," Sandra chided him.
"Hi, Mom," said Alan without turning around. Sandra was not about to let him get away with that. Firmly she forced his shoulders around, turning him so that he faced the two women. His face was crimson, and, when his eyes met Gloria's, he blushed even more.
"Come, kiss your Mommy." She smiled and reached out for him. Dutifully he got to his feet and stood there, averting his eyes as she bent down to him to kiss his cheeks.
"Really now," said Sandra softly, patiently, "you're acting as if you were a baby. Aren't you going to give your Mommy a nice big hug?"
"I ... I have to go to the bathroom...." he replied with sudden inspiration. He tore himself away from his mother and darted through the bedroom and into the bathroom. They could hear the door being locked as they looked at each other, smiling somewhat awkwardly.
"I tell you, Sandra he saw it all through the keyhole and he's embarrassed now," Gloria said.
She turned off the TV set and settled herself down on the couch.
"Maybe he just went in there to jerk off," said Sandra. She was watching her friend very closely, wondering what was going on in Gloria's mind.
She wasn't really worried about Alan. She had seen such ups and downs in the moods of a boy his age before and if sexual thoughts about his mother had seemed all right when he was alone with Sandra, if he had been able to talk quite freely and cockily about them in the car, certainly it was another thing all together when he was suddenly face-to-face with the woman. No, the initiative would have to come from Gloria herself, not from the boy ... he would go into whatever direction he was pushed.
Sandra sat down beside her friend and placed her hand on the smooth round knee sticking out from Gloria's bathrobe.
"Does it really matter whether or not he's seen us, darling?" she asked softly.
"He ... he's my son!"
"Yes, and that's why he's always been horny for you. You were the first woman who ever touched him, weren't you?"
"You talk nonsense," said Gloria. When Sandra put her arms around her shoulders, she briefly wriggled as if to shake her off. Sandra only held her more tightly and Gloria gave up.
"It's not nonsense. He's told me so himself, right in the middle of screwing me. Gloria, don't turn away, you know we've been doing it, I told you so over the phone! He was calling me 'Mommy' when he had it up my ass, believe it or not, Yes, that's what he called me, and that's when his first cum came out of him."
"It ... it did?" gaped Gloria.
"Why sure, your little Alan's quite a man now! And does it ever taste good! Oh, Gloria," she snickered, pressing her cheek against the woman's, "You'd love it!';
"You're terrible, absolutely awful, Sandra," moaned Gloria. "You say the weirdest things...."
"And you love them, you sweet little slut, don't you?" Sandra said and slipped her hand into the robe, all the way up to Gloria's belly. If she really hadn't changed all that much during her marriage, then she would be ready for a second round right after the first, that much Sandra remembered.
"Oh, don't ... don't," moaned Gloria, spreading her legs and falling back on the pillows in the corner of the couch. "Caress me but don't stick your fingers into me ... please don't ... he'll be out in a minute and ... and...."
"And you wouldn't want me to take my fingers out again, isn't that it?"
"Please...."
"Please nothing, baby. I've gotten pretty horny working on you! Don't you think I want a little something now?"
She started to roll herself on top of Gloria whose robe had fallen wide open. Skin against skin, belly against belly, the two women were beginning to squirm.
"Sandra ... stop it. Please stop," whispered Gloria, trying to stop her hips from thrusting upward. "Sandra, why don't you, when Alan comes back, why don't you and he ... I could get dressed real quick and go out for a walk and leave you two alone. You and Alan ... like you did last night and the night before, just like you told me....
Sandra giggled. Beneath her fingers the spreading lips of Gloria's cunt were really dripping with juice.
"What a hypocrite you are," she whispered and licked Gloria's face.
"A hypocrite? Me? Why?"
"You don't want to leave us alone and you won't admit it. Is that nice? You're not going to tell your best girlfriend what you'd really like?"
"What ... what would I really like?" panted the woman, all resistance, all scruples melting away under the expert caress of the hand between her legs.
"I'll tell you all right. You want me and Alan to screw, but you want to be right there when it happens. You want to watch and you want to touch too! When his sweet little ass hops and bounces up and down, right between my knees, that's when you'll want to put your hands on his buns, and when he shoots his wad, baby, when I give you the signal so you'll know exactly when it happens, then what'll you want to do?"
"What, Sandra, oh, tell me?" moaned Gloria.
"You'll want to help him, that's what. You'll want to pry his little buttocks right open and help him shoot off, baby ... with your tongue up his ass hole. Can you imagine what that'd do to him?"
"Ohhh ... ohhh...." moaned Gloria softly, humping away at the invading hand in her, but then Sandra suddenly withdrew her fingers. She had decided to take no more chances and to keep Gloria as horny as she could possibly get without making her cum. There were a lot of things she was capable of when she dripped at the cunt. Sandra knew it from experience, a lot of things she wouldn't do otherwise.
"Where are you going ... oh, Sandra ... my darling...." wailed Gloria, writhing on the couch and touching herself where Sandra had just touched her.
"I'm going to get that sweet brat of yours, that's what," Sandra said. "I want to catch him before it's too late, before he's wasted his cum all down the toilet!"
She banged against the bathroom door loudly and energetically.
"Alan? It's me. Sandra. Come on, open up. This instant!"
"Is Mommy there?" The boy's voice sounded shaky and worried.
"Sure she's there. Come on out."
"Why? What do you want?"
"Your sweet prick, honey. Come on, you have no idea how horny I am for you. What're you doing in there? Are you jerking off or something?"
"N-no ... no, I'm not!"
"Then come out. It's all right, I tell you. Your Mommy wants you to come out and do things with me. She wants to see how grown-up you are."
Sandra heard the toilet being flushed and silently she prayed that he had told her the truth, that he had really only taken a shit and hadn't dropped any of his beautiful, silky sperm down the toilet.
The door opened slowly. Sandra laughed silently when she saw how thoroughly he was checking his fly with one discreet finger to make sure it was quite zipped up. It would not stay that way for long if she could help it.
Taking the boy's hand, she led him to the bed and made him sit down on it.. Through the open door he could see his mother who was sitting up and had taken her fingers away from her cunt and closed the robe over her legs and belly.
"Close the door, Sandra...." murmured the boy when she knelt down before him.
"You crazy or something?" she grinned at him, her voice low. "Have you forgotten what we've talked about?"
"No, but gee whiz, that doesn't mean I want her to watch me with you...."
"And how else d'you think we're going to get her in here and get her to touch your pecker, young man? If you think you'd rather handle it by yourself, that's all right with me. Why don't you just go over there to your mother and get started?"
Alan's head shook furiously from side to side.
"No? My, my, could it be that we're getting cold feet? Come on, just look at her, she's got nothing on under that robe. All you'd have to do is to slip your hand inside and take that nice, stiff prick out of your fly. No? You'd rather not? Then you better hold still and let Sandra take care of things. Now where is it ...?"
Slowly she pulled down his zipper again and slipped her hand into the boy's pants. Her face took on an expression of feigned disappointment.
"Oh, what have we here? What is this? All shriveled away to nothing? Or did you flush it down the toilet with the rest of it?"
Yes, it was small, but it was dry and clean. Sandra was quite sure he hadn't masturbated but was only so nervous about doing it in the presence of his mother that he had completely lost whatever hard-on he might have had before.
Sandra unbuckled the belt of Alan's denims and began pulling them down over his legs. It would be amusing, she thought, to stiffen his limp joint right after having eaten out his mother. More than amusing....
Sandra put her hands beneath the boy's thighs and pushed up so that she forced him back. Slowly he let himself fall on the bed. He turned his face to the door briefly, just long enough to see that his mother had leaned forward, sitting on the very edge of the couch, and was craning her neck to see better. He closed his eyes.
Sandra threw off the bathrobe with a shrug of her round shoulders and placed her open mouth against the inside of the boy's left thigh, just above his knee. It's soft skin, smooth and firm, just like his mother's, she thought. Slowly she made her tongue dance back and forth until his leg began to twitch.
Sandra was not touching the boy's genitals yet, not with her fingers and not with her lips. She was caressing his groin and his belly and the top of his thighs, determined to keep it up until he begged her for more.
She did go a little higher up though, first on one and then on the other thigh, using her tongue to make his young flesh tingle. When Alan squirmed a little she looked up and watched, fascinated, as the limp little pecker swelled into a full-sized prick under the pulsating impulses of blood rushing into its erectile tissues.
"Hey, can you see from over there?" she called, turning her head toward Gloria who had stood up in the living room. Silently the woman nodded, her face quite pale and drawn looking. Sandra decided not to press the point. Gloria was vacillating and torn between desire and scruples, love and prejudice. Sandra could only do her best to show her friend what pleasures this boy could provide. Then it was up to her....
The first thing she touched between Alan's thighs, when he started to whimper impatiently, were the solid, hard balls inside their silky satchel of skin. Cupping her fingers she squeezed the two little globes gently, rolling them in her hand, watching his prick become rigid and the glans swelling and turning a purplish red as it emerged totally from the foreskin.
"Don't touch it!" she hissed when Alan's hand moved down. "Don't you dare!" That's the nice thing about doing it with little boys, she thought. you can tell them what you want them to do or not to do and they generally obey. At least in the beginning, when they were still a little overawed and impressed with what wag happening to them.
"Nobody's going to pull on that dong while I'm working on you," Sandra said, pleased by his prompt obedience. "Nobody!" At least he was no longer worrying about his mother's presence. The only thing that seemed to matter at this point was the caress on his prick, imminent and yet too long in coming to his taste. His moans grew into something akin to whimpers when Sandra flicked her tongue sideways across the thickly bulging underside of his prick and then withdrew it again.
"Now, darling, it's coming any second now," she said and lifted herself up a little so her mouth was at the proper height. Her lips parted and formed a perfect O. Alan propped himself up on his elbows and dug his chin into his chest. There wasn't a thing he loved more than watching his prick disappear inside that lovely mouth. He stared, holding his breath as the blonde head came down, but then he was unable to hold that position because at the same instant Sandra rammed her finger against his anus so pefectly, so precisely, that it immediately shot inside, into his bowels.
"Ahhh...." groaned the boy, falling back again and arching his body toward the sucking mouth. His arms flailed about aimlessly. One hand caught one of the pillows on the bed and pulled it to his face. As if to stifle the scream of pleasure rising in his throat, he pressed it against his face, both arms wrapped around it, twisting and twitching from side to side under the steady sucking of his prick.
Alan bucked fiercely, feeling the approach of his climax, but he was not to ejaculate into Sandra's mouth this time for she jumped on him, her legs flying open, coming down on his prick as she straddled him and impaled herself on it.
"Hot enough for you, darling?" she panted, starting to fuck the instant his dick was inside her. "Nice and hot?"
She yanked the pillow away from his face, almost violently, and bent forward. She clasped her arms around him and shoved her tongue deep into his mouth. Holding him tightly, never losing his twitching and plowing prick from inside her cunt, she rolled over with him, wedging his slight body in between her legs then opened them wide and let him do his thing. Gradually, as he pumped his prick in and out of her, she shifted her body around without the boy noticing that it was happening, in his eagerness. Again he was approaching that orgasm he had almost had into her mouth when a pair of trembling hands were suddenly placed on his bouncing ass.
Alan was too excited to worry about it. He knew who it was. What he had hoped for so fervently and feared so deeply at the same time was about to happen, at least it was beginning to, and the effect was only heightened excitement.
Gloria had moved through the bedroom door silently on bare feet. She had leaned down over the screwing couple and the suggestion Sandra had planted into her brain was producing results now.
She had diapered and powdered this little ass, a long time ago. She had washed and wiped it, she had even kissed it and bitten it softly, innocently, to make a little boy giggle. What harm could there be in touching that sweet flesh again?
How clean he is, how lovely and lively, my beautiful boy, thought Gloria. The way he moved and bucked, she could see right into his puckered-up little anus, tight and pink, darkening toward the inside. She remembered the thermometers, the suppositories and the enemas she had at one time or another forced into that litttle shit hole.
It's time I stick my tongue into it, she thought. High time I did it....
Sandra's voice came to her ears as if from very far away.
"He's fucking one so nicely, Gloria ... oh. so sweetly ... Ohhhh. Ohhh ... he's gonna make me cum with that fast cock of his. Oh, it's twitching now. It's gonna squirt juice into me ... oh, yes, now ... NOW, GLORIA!"
Gloria was as if hypnotized. Her fingers pried and forced the crack open, she fell forward and her face went in.
Sweet, she thought, tight and sweet. She began to lap and could hear Alan's cries of joy. She shoved her tongue forward, making its tip as hard as she could to force the passage through the ring of muscle. The tiny anus blossomed out at her, the soft buttocks hardened with contractions as the boy ejaculated and his mother's tongue found the way into his body.
Slowly, gradually, the orgasm ebbed away, the combined sighs of child and woman merged as Sandra stretched and relaxed beneath the squirming boy. Gloria's right hand went down and forward between her son's legs. She continued to suck his asshole and when he finally began pulling his prick out of Sandra's snatch, wet and still halferected, it fell into that waiting hand. There was still some sperm coming out of it, dripping into her fingers.
"Alan ... Oh, Alan ... she moaned as she lifted her face out of his crack. He did not answer her, holding on to Sandra with both arms when she tried to wriggle out from under him and burying his face between her breasts. Then there were both of his mother's hands on him, milking him to the last drop as he lay, trembling, between the two women.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Won't let go of me, will you?" chuckled Sandra, holding Alan almost protectively in her arms while his mother busied herself between his legs. She was not able to reach the goodies she wanted to touch as easily as if he had been laying on his back, but this did not prevent her from making the most of the situation.
Gloria was biting down on her lower lip, her face tense as she knelt on the bed, both hands buried beneath Alan's jerking body. Somehow she had never dared look at him fully when he was in his swimming trunks or even naked, somehow she had not even been aware of the size to which that little pecker she remembered from his earlier days had grown.
"Well, Gloria, whaddya say?" ventured Sandra, confident that matters were right on course. "Some fucking stick he's grown, hasn't he?"
Gloria did not reply but her shoulders hunched with a sudden spasm of desire as she felt the prick's stiffness return slowly under her constant massage. Everything was wet and slimy down there and she longed to wallow between his legs, to taste both him and his lovely mistress on his private parts.
But the boy continued to cling to Sandra, hiding his face in the crook of her neck even when his body began to jerk and thrust again under the impulse of his mother's manipulations.
"Be a good boy now," Sandra whispered soothingly into his ear. "Come on, let go of me, turn to your mommy. See, she's not angry at you for wanting her. She's real nice to you, isn't she?".
Silently he nodded and then hugged her even tighter. Sandra smiled. She was willing to give him time, to be patient. He would come around, she was so sure of it!
It was Gloria, much to Sandra's surprise, who showed herself to be less understanding. After having worked in total silence, perspiration collecting on her forehead and upper lip, she had apparently reached the limits of her endurance. Her body was swaying from side to side and her breathing had become labored. She jumped to her feet, practically tore her bathrobe off her body, and ran both hands down into her crotch. Gasps came from her tense, almost snarling mouth as she began tossing herself off in a standing position, her hips jerking back and forth at great speed.
"Turn him over, Sandra," she moaned. "Turn the brat over, for Christ's sake and lemme get at him!"
For a second Sandra hesitated. She looked up into the woman's glazed, almost hysterical eyes. Well, well, how interesting, she thought. Who would've thought she'd catch fire so quickly? It must have been smoldering for a while without her ever knowing about it! She made up her mind. With a sudden lunge she tossed the boy off, rolled on him, pushed his shoulders back and held them down on the bed.
"All right now, no more nonsense," she murmured, smiling into his worried-looking little face. "It's gonna be just fine, you'll see." She turned around, looking at his mother over her shoulder.
"Well, what're you waiting for, darling? Let's get this show on the road!" Sandra straddled Alan, brought her knees up and lifted herself from him. There was plenty of room for Gloria to play around-the slender, twitching legs, the smooth flat belly and the gorgeous cock, nice and stiff at last, and still covered with the juices from the last fucking. Gloria could just get started without having to worry about meeting her son's eyes. Once he learned to enjoy what she'd do to him with her lips and her expert tongue, he would certainly accept the situation and thank his lucky stars to have a Mommy who was ready to take care of him in every way.
Gloria's face melted with tenderness when she knelt down again, reaching for the boy. Her lips puckered and trembled while her fingers seized the long slender prick at the base, probing the firmness of that blood-gorged flesh and making the rod sway back and forth. Alan's knees rose a little when he bent his legs and spread them out. They began to jerk. Gloria, excited as she was, nevertheless proceeded slowly and deliberately, enjoying the mounting tension within her and the anticipation of his prick taste against her tongue. Finally she bowed her head, closing her eyes and letting the twitching cockshaft slide smoothly to the very back of her throat. Her lips formed a tightly hugging ring around his boyfuck flesh.
With her left arm resting on his right thigh, the hand still holding the root of the cock, she contained the violent spasms running through Alan's body. With her right hand she began to fondle his balls, caressing them slowly and going searching for his anus.
"Well, how does it feel?" asked Sandra, looking down at the flushed face of her young lover. "Is your mommy doing a good job on you? Is she sucking you off nicely?"
"Hunh ... huhhh...." grunted Alan. His tongue flicked out of his mouth, demanding and pleading for attention. Sandra bent down lower to suck on it, to nibble and taste and drink his sweet saliva.
She felt the bed bounce as Gloria came up behind her, kneeling across the boy just as Sandra was kneeling, only a little lower down. She felt the young woman's erect nipples, hard and dry, brushing against her shivering back. Gloria's hands took her shoulders. Her lips nibbled Sandra's left ear and the woman's short, rasping breath panted inside her brain.
Gloria was fidgeting and moving nervously as she steadied herself by holding on to her friend.
"I ... I don't even need my hands, he's so stiff," she moaned ecstatically. "I'm finding it now....Oh, yes, just with my cunt...."
Indeed, Alan's prick was standing up like a young tree, the slightly tapered end of his glans already wedged in between the woman's cuntlips. Gloria let her knees slide sideways on the sheet and her crotch came down lower as she skewered herself on her son's fuck tool.
Instinctively Sandra jerked her head away and laughed when Gloria's scream of delight threatened to rupture her eardrum. It was a long scream, lasting until the boy's prick was planted to the hilt. Sandra felt something warm and sticky ooze out of her cunt when she lifted herself up a little. She felt the urgent itching of her twat and, with a moan, began to turn around.
Gloria was helping by holding her, supporting her as she slowly changed positions, kneeling at last across Alan's face. Gloria's eyes were staring into hers hungrily, pleadingly, and Sandra hugged her. Their mouths found each other, open and wet, and their tongues began playing with each other furiously and, in unison, they moved.
Alan could be counted upon in moments like this to do the right things, Sandra had known it all along. Now, with the open, dripping cunt gaping above his face, he instantly began to suck it. He was helping with his hands, opening the gash even further and fondling Sandra's clitty while sticking his tongue into her. The freely flowing juices of her creaming snatch moistened his cheeks and dribbled down over his chin and throat as he craned his neck. The more there was of it, the harder he worked.
As for the lower part of his body, it was working to help his mother's furious thrusts. It rose to dig his prick deeper and deeper into her fuckhole, and when the wet, slapping, slushing sounds of their fucking almost covered the delighted whimpers of the trio, Alan's cock suddenly contracted in a series of spasms, sending thick, hot squirts of cum gushing into Gloria's vagina. She could feel it splashing inside her and she began to howl almost hysterically into Sandra's mouth as her own orgasm was released by her son's ejaculation.
"Yes, oh, yes ... oh, you love it, don't you?" murmured Sandra, supporting her friend as Gloria's body convulsed in her arms. Unable to worry any longer about whether Alan would be able to breathe or not, Sandra pressed her wet cunt down over his face, molding its contours with her soggy flesh. It'll only be for a moment, just one little moment ... a few more seconds, she thought.
Alan began to struggle. His fingers started to pinch her buttocks as he tried to get air. His teeth bit into Sandra's cunt, chewing the dripping flesh, and it was all she needed to get herself off, almost drowning the tyke with her discharge.
Alan sat up quickly when Sandra and Gloria released him. Gasping and laughing at the same time, he was wiping his tearing eyes. The arms of both women snaked around his trembling body as they comforted him, smiling and purring whispered endearments into his ears.
Alan was all right. The intensity of his orgasm this time was more than enough to make up for whatever discomfort had been inflicted upon him. When his mother pressed her hot cheek against his and whispered, "My sweet baby...." into his ear, his slender arms flew around her neck and he hugged her with a fierceness that surprised Sandra.
"Oh, Mommy ... Mommy," he whispered, "I love you so much...."
He moved his face away and looked from one woman to the other, his dark eyes bright and happy. "Gee, am I hungry!" he said. They laughed and tickled him all over until he squealed and fell back on the bed, kicking his legs.
It was a happy, boisterous little group, the two women and the boy sitting around the corner table in the Chinese restaurant at the corner. They had ordered blindly, taking their chances, and a number of bowls and plates were all over the table, each containing a different specialty. Sandra and Gloria were vying with each other in picking out the choicest morsels from all the dishes and shoving them into Alan's mouth.
"You're stuffing me!" he protested with a happy grin.
"Of course we're stuffing you because later on you're going to stuff us, aren't you, darling?" She hugged him when he started to giggle sheepishly.
"I dunno, but somehow I think I'll never get enough of that boy any more," murmured Gloria, looking up at her friend. Sandra nodded, full of understanding.
"Everything's okay then, isn't it?" she asked. Gloria's hand reached out for her arm and squeezed it fiercely.
"It's incredible, Sandra," whispered Gloria, "completely so, but yes, everything's fine!"
When the waiter brought the check and Gloria insisted Sandra let her pay, she turned to her son, solicitous and motherly. "Well, Alan," she said. "You've only been in New York a couple of times when you were little. What would you like to do this time? How about the zoo? Or shall we take a cab and just ride around for a while? There's so much to see."
The boy seemed to think over the many possibilities. He sighed. There were so many! He looked at his mother, brown eyes trusting and shining with love. "Do you really want to do What I like best?" he asked. Smiling, she nodded.
"Then ... well, gee, Mom...." He leaned his forehead against her arm. "What I'd like best is ... is to go back up there with you and Sandra ... you know, I'd like to play with you some more."
They were the last ones in the dining room at that late hour. It was way past three o'clock. Gloria glanced up, seeing the waiter through tear-filled eyes. He was busy adding up his receipts at a table in the back. Gloria turned to her son, took his face into her hands and smiled at him with trembling lips. She touched her lips to his and softly, slowly, traced the outlines of his mouth with the tip of her tongue.
"Then we shall play, my darling," she murmured, her voice breaking with happiness. "We shall play and play and play, my love, until you get tired of your old Mommy...."
"Never ... I'll never be tired of you," he said fervently.
Gloria saw the little group outside Sandra's apartment house. Even with his back turned to her, she recognized the broad shoulders of her teenage rapist. As for the equally swarthy, nose-picking brat in cut-off denim shorts and T-shirt, he could only be the younger Lopez brother, Carlos, or Charlie as he liked to be called.
They had a girl with them, a tall, stringbean of a girl with long ironed-out blonde hair with black roots Gloria could make out a block away. Her heart skipped a beat. She seized Sandra's arm.
"We ... can't go back now," she moaned. "There's that horrible boy again."
"What boy?"
"You know, I told you over the phone. Lopez, you know."
"And his kid brother?" Sandra said and chuckled, apparently unconcerned. "Wonder who the chick is."
"Oh, my God, Sandra, don't fool around!" said Gloria. "Let's get out of here before they see us."
"Don't be silly," she said. "I thought you liked the guy."
"That's crazy, Sandra, completely crazy," whispered Gloria. She was happy to see her son had turned his attention into a hobby shop as soon as they had stopped. The last thing in the world she wanted was to have Alan get involved with those people.
"Why don't we just talk to them, Gloria?"
Sandra said, completely relaxed. "This is broad daylight, there are plenty of people in the street. You don't think they'll jump you or something?"
"It's not that, it's...." Her worried eyes went to her son.
"Oh, you are being silly," said Sandra, shaking her head. "All right, let me talk to them. Just wait here."
Without giving Gloria time to protest once more, Sandra resolutely walked up to the group. The face of the skinny girl was quite pretty, in a vulgar, sensuous way. Her tits, clearly outlined against her thin jersey, had not suffered from malnutrition, even if their owner had. They were impertinent boobs with hard nipples jutting through the jersey, round and distinct, pointing almost up. No wonder a kid like her didn't bother with a bra, she didn't need one.
Sandra turned immediately to Tony. Smiling, she extended her hand. "I'm Sandra Hollis. You've been looking for me?"
Only for a moment did the boy's face reveal that he was startled. Then his eyes became cocky and leering. Slowly he let them roam over the young woman's pretty figure.
"Sure," he said, "I've been looking for you. Hell, you don't know what you missed when I didn't find you. Your replacement ain't half bad either, did you know that?"
Sandra continued to smile, relaxed and friendly. "I know all about it," she said. "Gloria's my best friend. Can't say I appreciate the way you chose to get acquainted with her."
"You shouldn't have stood me up, that's all," he shrugged. "And that broad ... you should have seen how I had her cumming when I fucked her later on."
Sandra had no reason to doubt his words. He was just as she had figured he'd be after seeing the pictures he had sent her. She could not for the life of her see any reason why she'd have to postpone meeting him a little more thoroughly. Gloria's and Alan's presence should be no obstacle.
"Didn't Gloria tell you she didn't want to make it with that kid?" asked Sandra, nodding in Charlie's direction.
"She's never seen him, so how can she know?" said Lopez. He had spotted Gloria standing with her son in front of the shop window, one arm around him, apparently concentrating on what she saw.
"She likes 'em that young, I see...." Lopez said.
"That's her son."
"Oh." The boy seemed disappointed. Something inside Sandra warned her that she should not stir up trouble, but the temptation was too great. Her eyes twinkled a little and her lips twitched into a watchful smile as she came clower to the boy.
"He's her son, all right, but that doesn't mean you're wrong...." she murmured.
"You mean she and the kid ...?" His expressive face grinned with excitement and surprise. Sandra nodded, tingling with the knowledge that she was betraying her friend. She wouldn't have suspected that it could feel so good.
"Then there's no reason she and Charlie...."
"No reason at all," said Sandra. "Only don't rush her. You must've sensed that all this is a little new to her."
"Sure," he said and laughed, "but once she gets started...."
"That's what I mean. Give her a chance to get started. Come on inside with me, I'll tell the doorman to let you upstairs a little later. Give us an hour, okay?"
"Sure thing." Lopez grinned and winked at his little brother.
"Who's the broad? What gives with her?" asked Sandra.
"She's from my neighborhood. I brought her along just in case. Hey, Rosita, meet Miss Hollis! Rosita puts out for the entire block, don't you, Rosita?"
The girl grinned unashamedly. Her teeth were big, white and solid. The teeth of a sensuous young animal.
"Tony figured that friend of yours was gonna make the scene with Charlie after all," she said. "He sure as hell didn't just want to sit there and watch, so I came along for the fun."
"How come you didn't give Charlie what he needs?" asked Sandra.
"Aw shit," she said and shrugged, "I'm not s gonna teach anybody how to do it."
Sandra laughed.
"You don't really know yet what's good, do you?" she said softly. Rosita jerked her head away and turned down the corners of her mouth.
"Bring her, too, won't you?" murmured Sandra, turning to Tony. "How old is she?"
"Fifteen or so," said Tony. "In about an hour then...."
CHAPTER NINE
Gloria had wanted to see his boycock shoot his cum this time, rather than feel it inside her cunt. Just this once, she had pleaded, sprawling on the floor of the living room, running her fingers up and down her sweat-covered body.
"Make him splash his cum all over me," she moaned. "Oh, yes, Sandra my darling, how nice it looks that way ... How it dances!"
Alan was standing over her with Sandra's arms steadying him from behind. Both her hands were masturbating him after some five minutes or so of shoving his prick in and out Of Gloria's mouth. His long pecker was dancing above the woman, dancing and jerking between Sandra's agile, rapid fingers, Alan was squirming as if to get away from her.
He moaned softly, his face tortured.
"I wanna fuck her ... lemme fuck her," he pleaded.
"Just this once, darling," moaned his mother. "Just this time, my love, let me see your juice come out of that tiny hole at the tip of your prick and dribble on my tits....
Oh, please, please...."
"You be a good boy and you won't be sorry," murmured Sandra into Alan's ear. "Just hold still and let Sandra jerk you off nicely. There, look how nice and hard your dickie is now. You aren't going to tell me this doesn't feel good, are you?"
She was squeezing the root of his cock with her left, running her right fist back and forth along the swollen shaft. His squirming wasn't going to do him one bit of good. There was no way for him to tear his prick out of those determined hands without hurting himself.
"Don't worry, Gloria," she panted. "He's close to shooting it all over you now, you'll see. You'll see how thick it is by now, white and silky, you'll see...."
Sandra knew how to give pleasure with every part of her body. She could use her hands as softly as if they were lips, as tightly as if they were the narrow passage of her asshole. She was able to tighten her cunt-muscles around the tiniest little pecker, if need be, just as she could swallow a huge cock all the way down until her lips nibbled at the pubic hair. It was just a matter of getting him used to it, of teaching him that a top-notch hand-job could make for interesting variety in his sexual diet.
Alan seemed to catch on at last, the movements of his body becoming more rhythmic and no longer aimed at escaping the woman's embrace but at enjoying the expert caress.
"Look down at your mommy," whispered Sandra. "You couldn't see all of her like this if you were just fucking her. See how she's getting excited? Look how she's pushing her tits together with both hands, see? Wow, look at her nipples, they're sure ripe, aren't they? See how she's moving up and down, just as if you were right on top of her and screwing the shit out of her?"
Sandra's fist flew back and forth much faster than before. She tightened it each time she approached the tip and realxed then tightened it again when she went back to Alan's belly. He was beginning to pant and moan, sure signs that his ejaculation was imminent. Sandra was quite able to tell, just from the way he sounded.
"There, Gloria ... there it comes," she jubilated, feeling the coursing, pumping juice run through the shaft of his prick against her fingers.
There first was one long, continuous spurt of white sticky cum that splashed squarely across Gloria's mouth. While she was still busy licking it off her lips, a second one covered her throat and came down, like a band of glistening white silk, between her breasts.
"Ohhhh, ohhh...." she cried out, her voice shrill and high, "it's beautiful, just beautiful...."
"There's lots more," Sandra assured her, holding on to the boy's twitching body and milking the next cum squirts out of his dick. It was not exactly easy for her, she found, since the twitching of the ejaculating boy's slender body in her arms were getting her thoroughly horny. What she needed was either a very expert mouth between her legs or some thick fat prick, preferrably the latter, to ream her cunt out until she howled.
Sandra's head jerked up when she heard the clicking sound of the lock coming from the front door. There was a small entrance hall with a curtain and she could not yet see who had come in through the door she had left open. She knew who it was! Her prayers had been answered and the two brothers had arrived, together with their whore.
When Tony stepped into the room he had already opened his fly. His cock was just exactly what Sandra had been needing, and it was completely erect. It glistened a little and Sandra was certain he had taken time out, either before or after entering the apartment, to have it quickly pumped into full erection by Rosita.
Sandra did not pay the slightest attention to the round, frightened eyes of the woman on the floor and she almost toppled the trembling, sweating Alan over when she jumped forward.
"Just in time," she said and grinned, seeing only the huge boy cock before her. Sandra was a limber, agile girl. For Tony she was not heavy and when she jumped up against him, holding on to his neck and clamping her legs around him, he grinned and his hips twitched. His prick found the hole, his hands went beneath Sandra's buttocks to support her, and by the time Gloria managed to sit up and turn around, her friend was already screwing.
If the little session with Alan had excited Sandra, the effect of it upon Gloria had even been greater, if anything. Somehow her first fear disappeared as soon as she saw that Tony, the one she really mistrusted, was already being taken care of. The skinny girl was standing against the door with her long arms crossed over her chest and a relaxed, mocking look in her dark eyes.
As for curly headed, snub-nosed Charlie, his stangely blue eyes stared at Gloria, round and worried, while his right hand nervously-pulled at his crotch.
He was for her. That's how it was, right from the beginning, and, if Gloria had not been so foolish before he wouldn't just be standing there, pulling his pecker, but he'd be soft and giggly in her arms.
Gloria turned a worried glance toward her son. How would he take it? she wondered. After his ejaculation, just now, he certainly was not serviceable. No, he mustn't mind, he had no right to resent it if she satisfied herself any way she could.
"Alan...." she began, but then she saw his excited smile.
"Hey, Mom," he was saying, his eyes darting from the standing, copulating pair to the girl against the wall and then to the boy. "Hey, Mom, I think he wants to do it with you...."
"And ... and what would you like me to do?" she whispered, reaching for his hand.
"Make him cum, Mommy. Oh, please, lemme see you do it!" begged Alan eagerly. He actually began pushing her forward, toward Charlie.
Gloria smiled and got up from the floor.
"You're Charlie, aren't you?" she asked softly, reaching out for the boy's hand.
"Yes, ma'am," he whispered, retreating until his back was against Rosita. The girl put her hands on his shoulders and held him.
"Are you afraid of me, Charlie?" murmured Gloria. "You mustn't be afraid, I only want to do nice things to you."
Rosita chuckled when the boy pressed against her, then she began pushing him forward.
"C'mon, you little jerk," she said, "c'mon and go to the lady. Look, she's got nice tits, hasn't she? You always liked it when they have nice tits, Charlie. And just look at how you're getting excited. You're pulling on your dick, so go ahead and stick it into her, all right?"
"I ... I don't know how...." wailed the boy, his face dissolving for a moment as if he were about to cry, but then he was abruptly all macho again.
"I don't want to screw, so there," he stated, jutting out his chin. "I don't wanna screw that bitch!"
"Go ahead, stupid," his brother ordered, "the bitch is a hot one, you know. Go ahead and jump her, you idiot!"
Charlie looked at his brother who was wrestling with Sandra to get her off him. Desperately she clung to him, moving back and forth and whimpering when she realized that he wanted to stop.
Apparently Tony had made up his mind and his sense of responsibility toward his little brother was greater than the urgency of his sexual desire.
"Aw shut up, I'll finish you later," he growled when Sandra collapsed on the floor and sobbed, digging her fingers into her cunt. Her nerves were on edge and real tears were running down her cheeks. An interrupted fuck was something that could drive her up the walls.
"You gonna do it or you want my hand across the face?" asked Tony softly, showing his brother the open palm of his hand. Charlie cringed away from him.
"Leave him alone, don't hurt the poor kid!" shouted Gloria, all sense of fear gone. She pushed her fist against Tony's chest. "Leave that boy alone now, all of you!" she shouted. "And, Charlie, you're coming with me. There's nothing you have to do unless you want to, understand?"
Charlie nodded gratefully. Tony was very quick with his blows. Charlie could use protection from whatever quarters it came.
He resisted only slightly when the naked woman took his wrist and started to pull him toward the bedroom door.
"Aren't we gonna see anything?" asked Rosita. Gloria whirled and looked at the girl.
"You wanna come along? You're his friend, aren't you?"
"Me? Just me alone?"
"Yeah, you. Charlie won't mind, will you, Charlie?"
Charlie shook his head. Rosita shrugged and followed Gloria and the boy. The bedroom door closed and the others turned to each other.
"You're gonna fuck her again?" asked Alan, pointing at Sandra on the floor. Tony nodded and grinned.
"Let me get comfortable first," he said, dropping his pants and stripping off his shirt.
"Sorry about before, Tony," said Sandra. She got to her feet, coming toward him. He should be the one to be sorry, she thought, but what does it matter? What counted was to get him to do to her what she needed done.
"Sit there, Tony. I'll come on you," she said, pushing him gently toward a chair. She climbed on his lap and Alan stood up and went behind the chair to see exactly what was happening. As long as he could watch, it no longer mattered to him that he would not be present when Charlie and his mother started fucking.
"When did you take a bath last?" asked Gloria suspiciously, looking down at the swarthy little boy. His knees were filthy and so were his hands. He shrugged.
"Then come on, I'm going to run some water in the tub and we'll sponge you down quickly, if that's all right with you," she said and took his hand again.
"I don't need nobody to wash me," protested Charlie. Rosita grabbed his other hand and together they dragged him into the bathroom. There he stood, pouting, while warm water filled the tub almost to the brim.
"He's still a little tense, isn't he?" asked Gloria. "A nice warm bath'll do him good."
"He's just a little jerk, that's all," the girl said.
Gloria wondered what had prompted her to ask Rosita into the bedroom. Then, when she looked at her sideways, she suddenly knew. She wanted to see the girl naked, wanted to see those fantastic tits on her slender body....
"Actually I really don't wanna take a bath because I don't need a bath," declared Charlie when the water had been turned off.
"Says you," Rosita said and made a grab for his T-shirt. She yanked it up over his head as the boy struggled, protesting loudly with his arms raised. While he jerked back and forth to free himself, Gloria quickly pulled down his shorts.
"Gosh ... look at that!" she exclaimed. The undershorts had come along with the rest and his furiously erect little prick was pointing at her. Gloria knew that the boy was just about Alan's age and somehow she had expected to find his sexual organs as developed as her son's.
"I've seen it," shrugged Rosita, "and I don't want it. Never did. When I screw his brother, he stands there and watches and jerks off."
"Anything come out of his dick yet?" asked Gloria.
"Plenty, you'd be surprised, but like I told his brother, I don't like a kid that's never done it before. Besides there ain't much meat there to excite me, don't you think so?"
"Why ... it's cute," Gloria said, setting one knee down on the floor to examine the boy more closely. The little cock twitched at her and she noted that Charlie no longer protested or tried to get away from her.
"You're not disappointed?" asked Rosita.
"No ... not really. Why, I've never played with i little one like that, not in that way, I mean. Well, shall we wash him off? I really would like to taste it, but not like this ... it smells funny."
Rosita laughed disdainfully. Her attitude right from the beginning seemed to be one of ironic superiority.
"You rich bitches are all alike," she remarked, "fussy like hell. Well, you needn't worry about me, I've run into the likes of you before. I'd have to scrub my cunt raw before you'd consent to stick your fuckin' nose into it."
"YOU?" asked Gloria, "I ... I didn't know you were a ... a...."
"I'm not either, I fuck with men. But broads pay well, they get me for cash. Guys are for fun."
Rosita had apparently assumed that Gloria had asked her to join them because she wanted to have sex with her. She began to strip of her jersey without further ado.
"You two gonna suck each other off?" asked Charlie. "If you do, can I jerk off in the tub?" His interest had visibly grown.
"You're one of them AC-DC types, ain'tcha?" asked Rosita, looking down at the kneeling woman. "Cost you twnety bucks for a real good time, but with the kid too it'll be thirty-five."
The thought of paying for sex seemed totally preposterous to Gloria. She was revolted by it, insulted and excited. Yes, excited, she had to admit. It would be a damn sexy thing to do to buy the favors of this tramp, to insist on delivery of the goods! No wonder that kid gave herself such airs, it was because she became the property of whoever had twenty or thirty bucks to spend on her!
"You mean for thirty bucks you'd screw with the boy?" asked Gloria. With these two she did not find it difficult at all to use gutter language.
"Business is business," Rosita said and nodded. She stood there, naked, flesh for sale. She didn't look bad to Gloria, not at all. There was a certain nervous elegance about her, perhaps because of the slenderness of her body. Her tits were just what they promised to be through her jersey. Real pointed at the nipples, heavy yet firm.
"It's okay with me too, with Rosita I'll do it," announced Charlie who started to climb into the tub. "I just never had that kind of dough."
Gloria burst out laughing. The thought of this kid as a whore's client struck her as being utterly funny.
"Start washing," she said, "there's something I've got to discuss with your friend. She put her arm around Rosita and led her into the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Gloria noticed with amusement how the girl immediately snuggled up to her, leaning against her and making herself small and tender. What a whore, she thought.
"You gonna give me the money now?" asked Rosita. "You're sweet...."
Gloria's purse was on the night table. She opened it and glanced up at the girl. Rosita's eyes had widened as she saw, inside the purse, a bundle of ten-dollar bills.
"What would you do for all this?" asked Gloria. "There's about three hundred here. You can have it all, you know. I can afford it."
"Gee whiz," murmured Rosita, "I dunno ... you name it, I do it!" At least she isn't spoiled yet, thought Gloria. She had heard that there were plenty of prostitutes in the city who would not fall all over themselves for three or four hundred bucks. This one was really just a beginner.
"Well, I don't know what I'd want you to do, Rosita," said Gloria. "I don't know yet. All I want right now is your promise that you'll do everything I say until tomorrow morning. You'll be my slave, sort of, absolutely obedient, all right?"
"Oh, sure, sure," Rosita said and grinned.
"If I'm really happy with the way you conduct yourself, believe me, there'll be a damn nice tip in addition to this."
Gloria handed the girl the money. Rosita's eyes were shining and she looked up at the woman, clutching the bills to her bare chest.
"Gee, you're nice," she whispered. "I didn't know you was gonna be so nice."
Gloria shrugged and told her to put the money away. Rosita looked around the room then grinned and quickly stuffed it under the mattress.
"Safe as anywhere until I leave, ain't it?" she said. Gloria nodded. She stretched out her hand and touched the girl's breasts. Rosita held perfectly still and jutted them out.
"We might as well do something to get the boy in there real horny, right?" Gloria said.
"Sure, sure ... let's. You'll see, I'm pretty darn good with a lady."
CHAPTER TEN
What counted was to drive Charlie a little nuts so as much use as possible could be gotten out of his tiny prick. Gloria knew that the young whore would have had no trouble whatsoever with him, had she been willing and alone. The boy was used to her, had probably fantasized about her quite often, and besides had watched her fuck.
He was not even masturbating in his bath when the two women returned to him! Holding his nose shut with two fingers, Charlie was engaged in a game of his invention, sliding down into the tub until the water covered his head and remaining there for as long as he could stand it. When Gloria leaned over the tub she shook her head and chuckled, but he could neither hear nor see her since his eyes were tightly shut and his ears full of water.
"Quick, come put your cunt where he can see it when he comes up," Gloria said and pushed the girl forward. She admired the monkey-like agility of Rosita as the little whore jumped on the tub, one foot on either edge, so her slender twat opened wide, pink and wet just above the boy's head. She started masturbating with one hand, using the other to balance herself by waving it around.
Charlie came up and almost bumped his nose into Rosita's crotch. He stared, startled at first, then grinned sheepishly. As for Gloria, she quickly reached down into the water and grabbed his prick, fingering it lightly and rapidly, feeling it stiffen in her hand.
"You like? You like watching Rosita beat herself off, Charlie?" asked the girl, grinning her flashing teeth at him. He nodded and squirmed, wriggling around in the water as if to get away from Gloria's shagging hand.
"You gonna do it with me, Rosita?" he asked, his voice pleading. "Say, will you? With you I'd like to...."
"You're gonna fuck the nice lady, that's what you're gonna do," said Rosita. "Did you see what a nice pussy she has? You'll see, you'll feel it. It's gonna be just beautiful for you."
"I wanna fuck you, not her," whined Charlie, his boycock getting harder and harder even though it was Gloria who was jerking him off.
"Rosita is going to be right there with you," purred Gloria. "She'll stay while we do it, you'll see. You could even suck her breasts a little at the same time, can't he, Rosita?"
"Anything at all," the girl said, "anything! Didn't you always say you liked my nipples? Remember how I never wanted to let you touch them? Well, now it's okay. You can take them into your mouth if you want to; but you've got to be a good boy and do like the lady says, all right?"
Gloria was kneeling by the side of the tub with both hands in the water. She found the soap on the bottom. She was using it, rubbing it all over the boy's small, stone-hard balls and over his prick, then quickly manipulating everything before the water had carried the slippery film of soap away again. Her eyes were half-closed, mere slits, and she had begun to pant slightly. Vaguely she was aware that strange things were happening to her, that only a day or two ago she would never have dreamed of ever again being as excited as she was now.
"I want him, Rosita," she moaned at last, "I want him right now. Rosita, d'you hear what I'm saying? I've been waiting long enough ... so long, so long...."
"Sure, lady, sure," Rosita replied nervously. "Right away!" This brat isn't going to spoil things for me, that's for sure, she thought. Then she reached for his ears, which she had often pulled in the past to punish him for being a pest, for hanging around when she wanted to be alone with some boy for a change.
"Up you go," she said, lifting herself up and pulling him along so that for a moment, held fast by two sensitive points of his anatomy, Charlie feared that one or the other would soon be lost.
Gloria released him and sprang to her feet, still holding the soap in her hand. Her eyes were darting all over the wet, glistening skin of the boy as he protested loudly and was dragged from the tub.
"To the bed, Rosita, there's plenty of room for the three of us," she said. While the girl led Charlie into the bedroom, firmly gripping his left ear, she came up from the other side and quickly, all over his dripping naked body, spread a film of soap. Her hands slid under his arms, into his crotch, the crack between his buttocks, over his bony, heaving chest, even as they staggered forward together, and when he stumbled into the bed, she was on top of him so quickly he never had a chance to resist.
"This time I've got you," she hissed, laughing and grinding her teeth at the same time. Her thighs had already opened across him and her hand was down between them, searching for the prick she wanted to feel inside her.
"I said I wanted to ... mmmm ... mmmm...." said Charlie, his objections cut short when a thick brown nipple, all swollen with excitement, was stuffed into his protesting mouth. For another second or two he struggled, then his body relaxed, his eyes closed and his jaw moved as he sucked Rosita's tit like a baby.
Coming at him from one side, the young girl was giving Gloria quite sufficient room to maneauver. Still, the woman could feel that if she leaned forward too much, not enough of Charlie's little prick could get into her to give her the sensations she craved. Spreading out her legs, Gloria sat up, squatted and pushed her wet, hot cunt down over the entering cock.
"Ahhhhh...." she moaned, "it's in ... all the way in...." Beneath her she could feel the boy's hips go up, bucking sharply, and her snatch contracted with a spasm that enabled her to feel the thrusting little rod quite well.
With her hands she began caressing Charlie's slippery little belly, moving back and forth, rocking herself, reaching up to his chest, up to where Rosita's free tit was hanging, and Gloria grabbed for it.
"I think he's all right now," remarked the girl, becoming visibly excited from having her breasts attended to in such varied manner. "You wanna hold him now? I'll move away...."
"No ... no, stay," groaned Gloria, bouncing up and down and feeling that tension throughout her body that announced an orgasm. Nothing must interrupt it, not now, she thought. Her hand gripped much tighter, her fingernails digging into the resilient flesh of Rosita's boob so that the girl winced. This was no longer pleasure, it even cancelled out what Charlie's tongue was doing to her nipple. But Rosita held still, stifled the moan which was about to rise from her chest and thought of the money under the mattress.
"It's coming, it's coming," whispered Gloria, her face bathed in sweat. "Yes, it's coming. Ohh, it's coming right now...."
She pounded the boy with her crotch, rubbed and ground it back and forth to feel his body against her clitoris. She jarred his mouth away from Rosita's breast and uttered a shrill cry of relief. What her hand did to the delicate flesh it was holding brought tears to the girl's eyes, yet she held still for it. It'll be over soon, thought Rosita. it can't last much longer ... she's getting off nicely now. It'll be over....
What clinched things for Gloria and got her off at last was the almost imperceptible twitching of Charlie's prick inside her, those tell-tale contractions without anything coming out of the little rod, but so rhythmic, so different from the jerkings of his body until now, that she knew he was cumming.
With a cry she lunged forward, pushing Rosita away rather rudely, wrapped her arms around the struggling, moaning boy then silenced him by stuffing her tongue into his mouth until it reached the back of his throat. It was a long orgasm, convulsion after convulsion making the young woman's buttocks and thighs quiver and shake. There was plenty of time for Rosita to make it even better for her benefactrice and, the pain in her breast already forgotten, she went for Gloria's ass.
With her hands she pried it open, twirled her tongue into the crack and against the puckered little anus, forced the tip inside and held it there until Gloria's pleasure was complete.
Somewhat out-of-breath, her face glowing and happy, Gloria moved off the boy. He looked at her with those dark eyes of his full of apprehensions and questions, but when she smiled at him his face broke into a grin.
"Well, wasn't that something?" she asked. "Your first fuck, my sweet, your very first fuck, and it was with me!"
She turned to Rosita and patted her cheek.
"You were pretty good, you know?" she said. "How would you like to do a little clean-up job now? On both of us, all right?"
Rosita only nodded. There was no time for words, the fire inside her vulva was beginning to grow fierce. Her right hand shot down to soothe it, to finger the swelling clitty, and she bent down over the boy to suck his pecker clean. Then she turned to Gloria, to the expanse of glistening soft flesh between wide-open thighs, and with much more enthusiasm than money could buy, she started to slurp up the woman's freely flowing cuntal juice.
She was doing it methodically, starting way down by the asshole and working her way up to the clit, without forgetting the insides of thighs and cunt-lips on the way. Charlie had gotten up on all fours and was taking it all in from a distance of two inches. Gloria watched his nostrils flare.
"He likes the smell of cunt, that one," laughed Gloria, "I can tell. Hey, you, why don't you be nice to Rosita? You're going to let her beat off when you could just as well stick your tongue into her cunt?"
"My tongue?" gasped Charlie.
"Well, just like she's doing to me! Come on, come on, let's not pussy-foot around, shall we? You're old enough to learn how to blow a lady, young man."
The caution with which Charlie finally proceeded, examining Rosita's asshole from behind, lunging for the dripping cunt below and obviously not succeeding, hesitating, looking again and finally turning over on his back, his very clumsiness appealed to Gloria. Just from observing him she was becoming aroused once more.
"Is he doing you any good, Rosita?" she sighed.
Rosita nodded, her tongue deep inside the woman. Gently Gloria began to caress the neck and shoulders of the girl, finding that she was not really skinny, just wonderfully slender. Dressed in something expensive, properly made-up and without that horrible blonde dye to her hair, she could look like a princess, Gloria decided. A tanned, exotic princess ... yes, if she wore a grass skirt perhaps ... and flowers on her head....
"Stop it, I don't want to come with you," Gloria moaned after a few minutes, pushing the girl away and withdrawing to the other side of the bed, her knees coming together and her arms pulling them against her chest. Sitting there almost in a crouch, she looked intently at the girl's open, quivering mouth, the lips drenched with the liquid of Gloria's oozing body. Rosita stretched herself, long and slim and glistening with sweat, as she rubbed her cunt on Charlie's face. Another minute, thought Gloria, and hell have that pretty little whore cumming.
"Lemme see you do it," she whispered. "Yes, you and Charlie. Why, he loves you, that brat! Go ahead, give him what he's been waiting for. Just let me see it, will you?"
Rosita did not need much convincing any more. Almost lazily she turned around, reaching for the boy's shoulders and holding him away from her while she got into position. She sat up, her legs spread in a wide V facing the boy, then pushed herself up a little and helped him get his legs down beneath her.
Rosita edged forward, sitting on Charlie's knees, until his prick was just sticking up between them.
"Your dick's hard again?" she whispered, anxiously feeling his erection with gentle fingers.
"It got hard from me doing it to you with my mouth," he said. "You really gonna let me fuck you now?" Trusting, loving eyes rose to her and smiled.
"You heard the lady," giggled Rosita, more and more excited, trying to get her crotch into place on top of him.
"You're only doing it because she wants you to, right?" pouted Charlie. "You don't really wanna do it with me."
"Wrong!" Rosita laughed and pulled him into her arms, cradling his head against her chest. "I wouldn't want to do it with a boy who doesn't know the first thing about fucking, see? But you've got experience now, you've screwed the lady pretty good, haven't you?"
Her long legs crossed behind his back and her ass moved up and down as she held on to him and suddenly, before he knew how it happened, his prick shot up into her wet snatch.
"There it is ... oh, yes, there. Oh, how cute, how sweet...." moaned the girl, moving fast and in rhythmic thrusts. "Just don't worry, Rosita's gonna do all the work. Just sit still, darling, oh, yes ... ohhhhh. Yes, I can feel your pecker inside me, I can!"
Charlie's hands were clinging to the girl and his open mouth was randomly moving over her breasts, her arms, and her neck, until she kissed him again.
Gloria was standing near the couple and slowly began to circle around them. From time to time she touched them, caressing the boy's head or squeezing one of Rosita's bouncing buttocks for a second or two. Finally she pushed a small hassock from one corner of the room to where Rosita and Charlie were fucking, placed it behind the girl and sat down. When she leaned forward a little she could see right underneath the jumping ass before her, she could see the wetness of Rosita's cunt dribble down over the boy's thin legs and, suddenly reaching in with one quick hand, just as Rosita was on the way up, she snatched Charlie's prick right out of her.
"Oh, no ... nooo...." moaned Rosita, trying to cling to the boy. Her cry was close to a sob. "I was just gonna cum ... I was!" But then she remembered. Biting her lips and rolling her turgid-nippled breasts with clutching hands, she staggered away from the sitting boy, her body twitching with nervous spasms.
She went to sit on the bed and watched as Gloria leaned over Charlie's lap. Her head began to move round and round, then up and down and sideways, and Charlie's head went back as he groaned softly. Rosita let herself fall backward on the bed, spread her legs and lifted her knees up, her hips lunging at some nonexisting prick, her cunt wide open and dripping with love juice.
Charlie was uttering little cries of pleasure as his prick twitched against Gloria's tongue in an orgasm that yet lacked wetness. Gloria had hoped that she might be able to extract some sperm from his tiny prick, but nothing would come out, not even when she bored one finger up into the boy's contracting little asshole.
Charlie did not seem to mind any more who was giving him pleasure. He had not even protested when Gloria's mouth had taken the place of Rosita's cunt. He was floating in a sea of new, intense sensations and this was all that mattered to him.
Rosita was about to stuff her fingers into her snatch again and bring herself to orgasm at last when a shrill cry from the other room reached her ears. She sat up wondering and listening. Gloria had noticed nothing, she was totally absorbed with the piece of flesh she was still holding between her lips, totally fascinated as it became smaller and smaller until she was able to clamp her mouth not only over the prick but also over the boy's balls at the same time.
Rosita quietly slipped from the bed and tiptoed to the door. Her eyes were shining, and her lips twitching slightly as she moved like a graceful young cat on the prowl. Quietly she slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her self. After all, she finally remembered, Charlie's little joint was neither the best nor the only one in the place!
The scream had been Sandra's, but she was no longer screaming. She was writhing on the couch, lying on her back and kicking her legs, her head pulled over one side and hanging down. Lopez was holding it with one hand on her chin and the other on her throat as he knelt and slammed his huge cock into her mouth and down her throat.
"See, this way you can really get it in," he explained, chuckling and looking up at Alan. The younger boy was standing at the other end of the couch watching them. He had not yet noticed Rosita and had eyes only for his mistress's struggling, jerking, sweating body, for the thick round piston of flesh that was continuously rammed down her throat.
"She ... she doesn't want you to do it," he said nervously. His cock was jutting out in erection and he was jerking it with one hand but did not seem to really find pleasure in it.
"She doesn't like it, Tony, I can tell," he whined.
Lopez laughed. "Gee, if you're always gonna worry about what these bitches like or don't like...." he murmured, slamming his dick in.
"You're gonna choke her ... look, you really are!" Alan cried out when Sandra farted loudly and arched her back in a spasm.
Suddenly Alan let go of his cock and leaped forward, his hands balled into fists as if to throw himself upon the boy who was hurting his mistress. Rosita tackled him from behind with the swiftness of a quarterback. With a cry the boy went sprawling on the floor.
"You crazy or something?" giggled the girl, "you want him to knock your head off?" She was all over Alan, wrestling him to his back and attempting to mount him.
"Let me go ... let me go," he wailed, his cock swinging against her opening thighs. Slim as she was, Rosita easily overcome his resistance.
"Oh, what a gorgeous hard-on we've got here," she said and grinned. "We're not going to let that go to waste now, are we?"
"Ngggg ... nnngggg...." said Sandra on the couch, beating the air with her flailing arms and legs. Rosita looked up.
"You gonna be finished soon, Tony?" she asked. "I can't get his prick into me the way he carries on. Tony, come on ... finish up and come hold him for me!"
Indeed, even though unable to escape her, Alan wriggled around so much that she could not accomplish the delicate operation of capping his turgid glans with her open twat without the use of her hands. Her hands for the moment were needed to keep him under control.
"Hold on to your horses, baby," grunted Tony, "I'm just about to let the bitch have it now ... all of it, right down into her stomach." His buttocks were contracting violently as he began to ejaculate. Sandra was digging her heels into the upholstery of the couch, her body lifted up in a tense arc, trembling, jerking, and suffering.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"There we are ... there...." panted Tony, a wild grin on his face. Thick and hot, his cum was pumping through his prick at last, squirting down the young woman's throat. He jerked his cum-dripping cock out of her mouth.
Sandra's head continued to dangle down over the edge of the coutch and sperm was coming out of her wide open mouth as she retched convulsively, her hands clutching her abused throat.
Tony turned away from her totally disinterested and knelt down by Rosita and Alan. Firmly he grabbed the boy's wrists and pressed them down on the floor on either side of Alan's head. Rosita began to impale herself on the boy's erect cock.
"She must have thought she had me where she wanted me," Tony said, talking to himself more than to Rosita. "That's the way they are, those rich bitches. They forget who Tony is, they forget about my pleasure and think only of themselves!"
"Well, you showed her all right." The girl giggled and bore down on Alan, feeling his cock flesh shoot up into her cunt at last. Fiercly she ground her open crotch into his.
"That's it, you little mother fucker," said Tony. "Now you're gonna learn what it's all about. Now that's a cunt, ain't it? That's something else than lapping up your mommy's cunt juice."
Alan was raging. He hated them both with a violence he had never felt before. Yet he was unable to prevent pleasure from taking hold of his responding young body.
"A cunt's a cunt," Rosita said in reply to Tony's remarks. "And the other one just slipped me three hundred."
"You're kidding!" Tony cried out. "What did you have to do for it? Eat her shit or something?"
"Naw, nothing much. She's just loaded. Hey, she better not find her girl friend like that, the money's still under her mattress. I put it there."
"Stupid cunt!" spat Tony, jumping to his feet. Bounding to the bedroom door, he flung it open and went to the bed, ignoring Gloria on the floor where she was trying to maneuver Charlie's prick, deflated as it was, back into her cunt.
Tony lifted the mattress and found the money. Without another look at the fuckers on the floor, he took it and returned to the living room. He smiled down at Rosita who was breaking into a gallop, riding Alan's cock to the point of knocking the breath out of him, and waved the bills in front of her face.
"There you are," he said. "Fifty-fifty, right?"
"Whaddya mean, ya creep? It's mine!" she shouted. She was about to jump on him, forgetting all about the boy on the floor, when Alan's prick began to spew his boycum.
"Ahhhh ... ahhhh...." moaned Rosita, her shoulders twitching and her eyes closing tightly shut. She fell forward over the boy, glued her mouth to his and moved her small, muscular ass in rapid little thrusts to let her cunt suck every last drop of cum out of the boy's balls.
Tony slipped into his trousers and put the money into one pocket, all of the money. When he pulled on his shirt, Rosita was able to look up again and began to struggle to get up.
"Bastard! Give it back," she yelled, but Alan's arms were around her holding her as he continued to thrust nervously, nothing coming out of his cock any more but the spasms of his climas still continuing, twisting his limbs and pushing him up against the angry girl.
"See you 'round, Rosita darling," Tony said and threw her a mocking kiss. He slipped out into the hallway and the door banged shut.
"The bastard! The fuckin' bastard!" fumed Rosita, then her anger turned to her young playmate. "It's all your fault, you little creep," she shouted at Alan and her hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face.
The blow which struck the side of her head, dislodging her from the boy and sending her sprawling on the floor, came suddenly, surprising her completely. She looked up into Gloria's anger-distorted face.
"Whore! Bitch!" Gloria hissed at her but then turned away quickly, kneeling down and cradling Sandra's head in her arms. Tears were streaming down Sandra's face and she struggled to sit up, then put her arms around her friend.
"Oh, Gloria, Gloria," she sobbed softly. "It was terrible. He did it to me like you said, you know ... down my throat!"
Her voice was choked and hoarse. Gloria glanced at Rosita on the floor, holding her head and looking a little frightened. Charlie was coming out of the bedroom and staring at the scene, his mouth hanging open and his pecker completely limp.
"Come on, let's go," murmured Rosita, quite subdued at last. Her dark eyes darted from Charlie to Alan and then to Gloria again. It was all Tony's fault, the way he forced his prick into that woman's mouth, she thought. She decided that she had better get out of there while the getting was good. Charlie went to put on his shorts and shoes.
"Not you, bitch," said Gloria sternly, her index finger extended toward the girl. "You are staying, you haven't given us three-hundred dollars worth yet!"
"Whaddya want, lady?" mumbled Rosita, "I ain't got the money no more."
"Who cares? I gave it to you, didn't I? And don't you touch your clothes or I'll call the police this instant!"
Alan had gotten up from the floor and was standing at his mother's side, protective, outraged, and self-righteous. With Sandra recovering nicely, with Alan ready to join his mother and his mistress in whatever they planned, Rosita knew she had no chances against all three.
"Look," she said nervously, standing up and letting her blouse, which she had picked up, fall to the floor, "I'll do what you want, but you ain't gonna hurt me, are you?" She remembered how fiercly Gloria's hand had squeezed her breast in a moment of excitement. "I ain't done nothing, you know ... and Charlie, he can stay, can't he?" Somehow it seemed that nothing really bad could happen to her in the presence of the little boy.
"I don't think so. This isn't going to be for children, see?" Gloria said. Rosita did not like the way the woman was looking at her, not one bit.
Charlie had finished dressing and gave the girl a last questioning, somewhat desperate look.
"Go, Charlie," she told him softly. "I'll be all right." For a moment longer he seemed to hesitate, torn between his love for Rosita and the deep, urgent desire of getting out of the house. Then he turned to the door and was gone.
Sandra sat up at last. She rose to her feet and stood, swaying a little, still atremble.
"Let her go, darling, just let's get rid of these creeps," she murmured, holding Gloria's hand.
"Not just now, Sandra." Gloria sounded determined. There was a strange, cruel light in her eyes that Sandra had never seen there before. There had been some changes in her character. She was no longer the same as when they had been painting the town red together. One thing Gloria had never been was cruel.
"Come here, little bitch," said Gloria, looking at Rosita. The girl approached slowly and stopped when her belly was almost touching Gloria's face.
The woman was sitting on the couch and she reached up to touch the sides of Rosita's hips, probing with her fingers, sliding them around to the buttocks.
"Alan darling," she murmured without looking in his direction, her eyes fixed upon the girl's little black bush, "how would you like me to explain to you everything about how a woman's put together and how she functions?"
"But I know, Mom," he replied softly.
"You still don't know everything, darling, not by a long shot. Look at the size of her clit. Watch, I'm going to make it pop forward a little. There ... when I told her cunt lips open like this you can really see it. She's got a bigger one that Sandra's and your mommy's put together! See, that's the most sensitive point in a woman. That's where you do most of the sucking and licking, when you want to get her hot."
Gloria was doing it, masturbating the girl until she could see her son's prick start to rise again out of the corner of her eyes.
"Are you scared of me, Rosita?" Gloria asked innocently, looking into the girl's eyes. "You must be or you'd be a lot wetter than that. Let's see how it is inside ... there ... come on, spread out you cunt...."
Gloria pushed two fingers up into the opening vagina, roughly, brutally. The girl winced.
"Come here, Alan ... you can take over. Just work on her a little, rub it good and hard. You know, if she doesn't start squirming around because she likes it so much, all you have to do is to pinch it a little, you'll see how that'll make her jump."
Gloria put one arm around her son's waist and pulled him closer to her and made him sit on her lap. She guided his hand into Rosita's cunt.
"Don't be afraid, darling," Gloria said, staring at her son's moving, gentle fingers. "Go ahead, I'm afraid you'll just have to pinch a little. Don't worry, Alan, mommy's right here."
Sandra silently sat down behind Gloria and put her hands on the woman's shoulders. She leaned forward against her back to look over her at the boy's moving hand.
Gloria turned her head and her mouth brushed against Sandra's.
"He's such a good boy, isn't he?" she murmured. "Look at that, he's masturbating her as if she were his little sister or something, and not the slut she is, not the girl who's just slapped his face! Say, Sandra, haven't you got a dildo around the house? You know, years ago...."
"I'll get it, don't move," whispered Sandra. She couldn't help it, but seeing Alan's prick stiffen more and more as he sat on his mother's lap, jerking off the trembling girl, she was becoming excited once more.
She went to fetch the instrument from the bathroom. It was not a regular dildo, not like the ones she and Gloria used to strap on whenever the fancy struck them. It was a simple plastic vibrator in the shape of a male organ, smooth and white and inoffensive looking. She tried the battery and the object sprang to life in her hand.
"Here you are, Alan," said Sandra, handing him the vibrator. He held it gingerly, feeling the humming rather than hearing it.
"This thing?" asked Gloria. "It's too small for a cunt." She looked up at Rosita and grinned.
"Hey, how would you like a nice suppository, whore?"
"Maybe if we put a little Vaseline on it," murmured Sandra, more and more aroused.
"Vaseline, shit," Gloria said and laughed. "Why, if it doesn't go in smoothly, one of us can just sit on the bitch's head, all right?" For a moment Sandra hesitated, then she sighed and her arms went around both mother and son.
"All right," she said, "let's do it!"
"I don't want that thing shoved up my ass!" protested Rosita when they began forcing her down on the couch. Her voice was trembling and close to tears. Gloria's hands closed around her tits.
"Down, you whore, stretch out there," she hissed. With Sandra's help she got her to her knees first, then pressed the girl's torso down on the couch.
"Alan, shove it in, all right?"
"Can I fuck her there?" he asked, his interest growing as he looked into the girl's ass crack. He touched her shit hole with one finger and felt it contract and twitch.
"We'll see, maybe later. Now just shove that vibrator inside. Turn off the battery until you've got it in. We don't want to waste it, do we?"
He obeyed, pushing one hand against Rosita's left buttock to pry it away from the other so that the brown little asshole was exposed. He could see it clearly, tiny and vulnerable looking.
"Take your time, honey," his mother said and laughed. "We're holding her for you. Don't worry about a thing."
"No! Nooo!" hollered the girl when she felt the tip of the plastic instrument touch her asshole. It puckered up as if to defend itself of such intrusion. Alan marveled at its elasticity, for although he had penetrated Sandra's asshole, he had never observed it so closely.
Gently, slowly, he began to push. There was no give in the vibrator, there was only one direction into which it could advance. The hole widened, the flesh parted around the boring tip, and the vibrator started to go in. When Rosita started to scream again, the women pushed her face down into a large pillow to muffle the sound.
"How far shall I push it?" asked Alan.
"Until it disappears," said his mother. "Just don't forget to turn it on again before it does."
Alan knew it would hurt the girl. He knew it was hurting her right now from the way she kicked and from the muffled sobs that were coming from the pillow, but he no longer minded. He liked watching the vibrator go in deeper, the slow, steady sliding of white plastic into brown shithole.
At last only the flat bottom end of the instrument protruded and Alan turned it on. He shoved the vibrator all the way in, following through with his index finger and feeling the warmth of Rosita's sphincter muscle as it snapped shut again over his finger. Only reluctantly did Alan pull his hand away from where it was.
"You had better shut up and lie still," hissed Gloria into Rosita's ear, "or I'm going to keep your head down until you pass out!" Slowly she allowed the girl to turn around. Rosita was gasping for air.
"There now, that's what, I call being well prepared for fucking," Gloria said as she pulled Rosita around until she was on her back. Deep down, between her legs, a softly humming sound was rising. Rosita whimpered and squirmed.
"Alan, are you ready?" asked his mother. "Is your cock nice and stiff? Lemme see that thing." She leaned toward him as he stood up and felt into his crotch. Softly and lovingly, her fingers stroked his erect rod.
"Go ahead, fuck her," she whispered. She wound one arm around Rosita's right thigh, Sandra took the left, and together they pulled the girl wide open, making her pussy gape darkly and pinkly.
"Shove your dick in, darling ... quick now, while we've got her like this." Gloria was breathing heavily, her excitement shining in her eyes.
Alan mounted the girl. He looked down into her distorted face, into the dark, pleading eyes.
"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, "please don't, Alan. I didn't mean it before, I didn't want to hit you ... I'm sorry, Alan ... you hear? I'm soooorrry...." Her voice rose to shrillness again when he began bearing down on her, when his long, stiff cock entered her cunt and pushed forward.
Gloria clapped her hand over the screaming mouth.
"Shove it in all the way in, my love," she purred. "Yes, that's it ... you'll see, you should be able to feel that vibrator going, inside her. Tight fit, isn't it, darling? Oh, yes, this time you'll really be able to feel her!"
Gloria released the girl's thigh since the boy was well planted, his body wedging Rosita's legs open.
"Too tight ... no room ... uhhhh ... nooo...." moaned Rosita, her body filling with what was pushed in, the available space reduced by the pressure of the buzzing object implanted in her asshole.
When Alan's loins began to lunge, when he started shoving his tool in and out of the tightened pussy though, Rosita cried out loudly once more and had to be silenced with the pillow again.
"Just go ahead and fuck her, my darling," purred Gloria, leaning down on the pillow with her elbows. Sandra grabbed a flailing arm with both hands and leaned forward too. The three faces came togethet, three tongues began to search, and the saliva of Alan, Gloria and Sandra mixed and moistened their cheeks and chins.
"Push, baby ... push your prick hard," groaned Gloria. "See if you can't make her cum, but please, darling, don't ejaculate! Save it for mommy. Mommy wants it very much. She needs her baby's nice, stiff cock. Oh, yes, mommy needs it!"
Strange things were happening inside that twitching, vibrating cunt Alan was screwing. Wetness had suddenly begun pouring forth, jerks were rising toward him, and through the thin membrane separating vagina and asshole, he could feel the vibrator stimulate his prick.
"I-I think she's really getting excited," he panted, fucking harder. "I think she's cumming, Mommy. Oh, yes, Sandra, take away the pillow ... let me see her eyes!"
The women grinned at each other and complied with the boy's request. Rosita's face was streaked with tears but her open mouth was no longer screaming, there were but a few animal grunts of passion rising from her lips. Her tongue darted out to seek the boy's and he kissed her, slobbering and sucking, feeling the contractions of her strong, slim body as she started to cum.
"Out! Out with the bitch," shouted Gloria when she realized that Rosita had indeed had an orgasm. Frantically she pulled her son away from the girl, yanked her by the arm until she had her pulled off the couch, and pushed her away.
Rosita was still trembling and, as she bent down to pick up her blouse, doubled over with a cramp that made her wince.
"Look," Sandra said and laughed, "she's taking a shit! And look what she's shitting out, the little whore! My vibrator!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Alan was standing by the pool, his eyes roaming over his mother's and Sandy's bare backs and asses as they lay in the grass, sunning themselves. He too was naked after his swim. It was much nicer that way, he decided, when nobody hid anything from anybody. And it was nicer in Connecticut than in New York, he felt.
It had been his mother's idea to get Sandra away from the city for good, or at least for as long as possible.
"What's the good of having a job if you take your life in your hand each time you go home?" she had asked her friend. "And especially after that little incident, what if Tony returns? What if he sends some of his friends?"
"Mmmmmm...." Sandra had purred and Gloria had shaken her head in desperation, but finally her friend had admitted that it would be better to leave for a while. Her qualifications would always land her another job if need be, but such need was still far off.
"And there's Alan, don't forget," Gloria said. "Alan needs you, and so do I."
Alan had not received all he needed in the twenty-four hours since their return home. Not by a long shot, he felt, and his patience was running out. What's the matter with those two? he thought. What's so interesting about a stupid piece of plastic with a battery inside? Why were they sticking it into each other all during last night instead of paying attention to him?
He had to admit that it excited him to watch his mother and Sandra holding and kissing each other. Early that morning while the three of them were still in bed, barely awake, he had started to masturbate when the women moved closer to each other once more and Sandra reached for the vibrator on the night table. He would have finished too, had not his mother pointed at him right after climaxing and told Sandra to take care of the boy, for goodness sakes, before he started cheating on them both.
Cheating! The thought had never come to him before, but when Sandra had played her tongue up and down his prick before slipping it into herself, Alan had tried to imagine somebody else doing it to his cock. That would be nice, he thought, and probably different. Like Rosita. She too had been different.
He slowly walked over to where the women were sunning themselves and gently put his bare foot on Sandra's left buttock. Slowly he pushed it, feeling the elasticity of her flesh.
Sandra giggled. "What is it now?" she murmured without lifting her face from her crossed arms.
"You wouldn't have to disturb yourself," he said. "You could just stay as you are, you know ... I'll go real gentle and slow...."
Both women began to giggle. Gloria looked back over her shoulder. "You shouldn't turn him down now," she murmured. "He's got a nice hard-on."
"Okay, but a little later, all right, Alan? Not right after lunch."
"Then how about you, Mom?" he asked, pushing his mother's "leg with one toe.
"Up my ass?"
"Yeah...."
"It's a little sore today," she sighed. "You know what Sandra did to me, after breakfast, with that vibrator of hers."
"All right. I'm going for a walk," Alan said. Somehow it didn't bother him too much, being put off like that. Somehow he knew just exactly where he wanted to go. Quickly he ran into the house to put on his dungarees and shoes. He skipped the shirt. Mommy had told him that there was nothing better than the nice, smooth chest of a boy his age, just before there was hair all over it. There was something else he remembered that had had no meaning at all at the time.
The Bensons lived just down the road in a house very much like that of Alan's parents. Mrs. Benson lived there all by herself now that she and her husband were divorced. The Bensons had no children and were much-younger than Alan's parents.
Alan remembered how Karen Benson always tousled his hair when she came over for a cup of coffee or a little chat and how she playfully ran her hand down the front of his shirt, tickling him and making him squeal.
Alan also remembered how she had cried after the divorce and how she and his mother had whispered for hours in the living room. He had not paid much attention then, but from time to time Karen's voice had become a little louder, a little more emotional.
"Why shouldn't I have done it, after that slut he's been screwing at the office," Karen had exclaimed at one point. There had been some sympathetic noise from Gloria and then Karen had said something about how she had never thought it would come out, not with a kid like that, so inexperienced and so young. How could she have suspected that even at that age those brats found nothing better to do than to go and brag all over the neighborhood about such things.
Alan had not understood a word but he stood there in the road looking at the slanted roof of the Benson house through the branches of the old oak trees. His heart was beating a little faster.
I won 'f know what to say to her, he thought. He remembered her long, straight black hair that made her look a little Oriental, coming way down to her elbows. And the pale white face with the enormous eyes, tiny breasts, and you could make out the nipples through the thin blouses she wore. Karen rarely wore bras.
"Peekaboo, I can see you," her gay, clear voice rang out from somewhere to Alan's right and he whirled. Karen was standing between two oak trees just beyond the low wooden fence surrounding her property. She was wearing a white sleeveless gown down to her ankles that made her look like a woods fairy.
"Oh, hi," Alan said and smiled. "I ... I was just passing...."
Karen's beautiful eyes danced as she looked at him, realizing suddenly that he was embarrassed for some reason she did not know. She cocked her head to one side.
"Come in for a soda?" she asked.
Alan nodded. Suddenly he felt terribly like a little boy.
The house was cool, and a little dark with the awnings down in front of the windows. Karen led the boy, her slender hand resting lightly on his bare upper arm.
"What would you like?" she asked, opening the refrigerator.
"Do you have gin and tonic?" he asked. It was his mother's favorite drink and if he was to appear at all grown up, the least he had to do was to say the right things. He couldn't quite understand why Karen laughed so hard, but since she was even prettier like that, he didn't mind. She fixed the drinks and he noticed that his glass received no more than a few drops of gin. Then she took him by the hand and led him to the living room couch, making him sit beside her.
"Cheers," she said, smiled, raising her glass, and drank. Alan looked at her smooth arm and neatly shaved armpit and felt very horny all of a sudden.
"It's been a while since I had any gentleman callers," said Karen softly as she put down her glass. She's making fun of me, thought Alan.
Her eyes were no longer mocking him, not challenging him. They were brown, soft, and tender. They were smiling at him.
"It would be nice to think that you came to visit me, not that you were just passing by," she said softly.
"Well, actually," he replied, "yes, I just thought I'd say hello." He shrugged with embarrassment.
"You must have lots of girls your age to go and say hello to, haven't you?" Karen asked gently. "Why, you are really getting wide shoulders now. I bet the girls at school like you very much."
"They're silly," he said and giggled. "They're just kids."
"And-you are too grown up for them?"
"In some ways," he said. Karen's eyes seemed strangely luminous in the shadowy room. For a moment she remained silent, sipped from her glass and looked at him again.
"Have you been with a woman yet?" she asked him softly. He knew exactly what she meant and blood rushed to his cheeks. Slowly he nodded, averting his eyes.
"A real woman?"
Alan could almost feel something click inside his brain. This time he shook his head, his eyes quite sad.
"Naw, not a real woman. Just one of the girls in school, you know." His sigh of frustration was truly convincing, he felt. And then her hand was on his cheek, holding it, motionless, light as a butterfly.
"It wasn't at all what you thought it would be, was it?" Karen murmured. She sighed deeply and moved a little closer to him on the couch.
"Isn't it silly," she said, "the way a boy has to find out about those things! The blind leading the blind ... Do you know how they did it in Europe, just about until the last war? When a boy got to be your age there was always somebody, maybe a good friend of the boy's mother, maybe even a pretty chambermaid, but somebody who knew what to do! Oh, I can just imagine what it must have been like for those youngsters, the first time, when somebody like that showed them gently, patiently...."
She wants it, I know she does, thought Alan secretly, and he felt his prick stiffen. Oh, please, please let it happen....
The woman's hand was still resting on his cheek and he could smell a delicious, delicate perfume on her extended arm. Alan closed his eyes and turned his head suddenly, his lips touching Karen's wrist and he waited for his punishment.
Instead, that wonderful white arm went around him, pulled him over to her, cradled his head and pressed it against her shoulder.
"You sweet boy. Oh, you sweet boy," she whispered, her perfume making him drunk. She was warm and soft against his cheek. Her free hand was reaching for his arms, stroking them slowly. Neither of them spoke for a long time and they barely moved, but Alan could somehow sense that she wanted him too.
"Are you afraid of me?" she whispered at last, her hand sliding slowly back and forth over his belly, just above his belt. Alan shook his head and Karen chuckled softly. Her hand moved inside his trousers, between skin and waistband, lower until the extended fingers met the turgid glans of his prick.
"Still not afraid?" she asked again.
"No, oh no," sighed the boy. The fingers closed around his prick and pushed down, pushed his elastic, mobile skin away from the glans and down to the root of it all.
"Ohhh ... oh, yes...." moaned Karen. "Oh, you're no baby any more!"
He looked up at her, feeling proud of his erection, and saw a face that seemed on the point of melting. The hand inside his trousers seized his dick more fiercely. It was opening and closing, massaging his cock, and to Alan it seemed as if he were masturbating for the first time in his life. His body began to move against Karen's.
"You do like it. Oh, yes, you do!" she moaned and suddenly pulled out her hand, grabbed the top of her dress and pulled. There was a tearing sound as the light material ripped from her chest. Her small tits with the big nipples pointed straight at the boy's face.
"They're small, darling," she whispered, "very small ... but oh, they're so sensitive...."
Alan's mouth opened wide. For a moment he hesitated between the two brown circles, so perfectly equal, then he leaned to the left. How sharp the point of her nipple, he thought, letting his tongue spread over it. How hard!
Karen's fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, opened it and began to pull down his pants. Alan rose and shifted to make things easier for her but as yet dared not touch her dress with his hands. Only when he was naked, his stiff tool jutting out at her, did Alan slip his arms around Karen, still sucking her breast, and began pulling down her straps.
"Oh, Alan, Alan ... we're going to do it now ... we're going to make love, aren't we?" she moaned, letting her body go back and pulling him along. She wriggled and the dress moved down past her hips, her thighs, until it was but a small bunch of torn nylon around her ankles.
"Will you help me? Will you undress me, darling?" she moaned.
Alan sat up and looked at her incredibly long, slender legs. They were lying there side by side, white and smooth, and at the top there was a black bush, a triangle of fine hair with the opening of her pussy pink and moist and warm just below. Alan could not resist a sudden impulse. Lunging, feeling for the little twat with the tips of his fingers, he pried it open and slipped his tongue inside.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhh...." cried Karen, "what are you doing to me? Oh, what are you doing?" Alan looked up for a moment, his lips already moist with her pouring cunt cream.
"I'm going to eat out your cunt, Karen," he murmured, just as he would have said it if the question had come from either his mother or from Sandra.
"You're what?" she gasped, sitting up suddenly and grabbing hold of his shoulders so that he could not look away. Alan realized that the inexperienced little boy he had wanted to play, the one who had known no more than the clumsy, rapid contact of a pubescent girl, such a boy would not have said things like that. Would she throw him out? How shocked her eyes looked!
"I ... I meant...." he began, "I read it somewhere!"
"Is that so? You read it?" she asked. Something was going on around her mouth, and finally Alan realized that she was trying very hard to continue looking shocked, trying not to laugh.
"Was it some kind of instruction book you read?" she asked. "It must have been a very good one, the way you just stuck your tongue into me!"
"Into your cunt, Karen," murmured the boy, feeling confident again. The young woman moaned slightly and her arms trembled.
"Say it again," she whispered.
"I stuck my tongue into your cunt ... into your twat. I'm going to suck your clit now, before I fuck you. Just to make sure it gets nice and hard and to make your pussy all wet!"
"Ohhh ... oh, you darling boy!" groaned Karen, going limp and letting go of him. She sank back and he slid down once more. Alan felt proud. He knew he could give her pleasure with his tongue as well as with his prick.
Very carefully and conscientiously he began eating her out. The strong, intense odor of her excited twat filled his nostrils and spurred him on. He fastened his lips around her clit and stuffed two fingers up her twat until her buttocks jumped up from the couch.
"Let's go to bed, darling, let's...." she moaned after a while and he let her struggle to her feet. He took her hand and let himself be led into her bedroom.
Together, clinging to each other, the boy and the woman tumbled on the bed and for a while they wrestled for the sheer joy of touching each other everywhere.
He was on top between her spreading legs, holding his cock and guiding it, humping a little as it went into her cunt. Again she groaned deeply, throatily, and wrapped her arms around him.
"You little fucker! You lying little fucker you, tell me the truth! Where did you learn all this?"
"At home," whispered Alan without thinking. Somehow he felt no hestitation with this woman. He knew that whatever he might tell her would be all right and would only excite her more.
"Did you do it like this?" she moaned, cradling him between her legs and rocking him. "Was she good at it, whoever she was?"
"They're both good ... they showed me," he murmured. "Both?"
"My mother and her girl friend." He was panting, his words coming quickly, breathlessly, as he fucked his boycock into that clinging, creaming cunt.
"Your what? Oh, darling, say it again. Oh, please!" She was going wild under him, her eyes imploring her lips parted and as if swollen.
"My mother, Karen ... I fucked her, I fucked her cunt and her mouth and her asshole ... and her friend's too! And I'm going to do it to you, all of it!"
"Alan! Oh, yes ... OHHHHH...." screamed Karen, thrashing and writhing under the boy's onslaught.
"You're cuming now, ain't you?" he grunted. "I know you are. Oh, I can tell!"
Karen's screams of pleasure as she climaxed were somewhat stifled by the boy's tongue which he thrust into her mouth. When she reached the pinnacle, when her legs kicked up high and her cunt contracted, sucking on his cock shaft, Alan shot his wad.
It was getting thicker and thicker, he could tell. It felt good, shooting through his prick and up into that twitching woman's cunt in his arms.
Alan's prick was still quite hard when she rolled him off herself, pushed him back and flung herself upon his crotch. Alan propped himself up and watched her tongue run up and down his prick, zig-zagging and licking up the cum, watched her lips pucker up and slide down over his cock. Pleasure was still there and becoming stronger, and when his freshly emptied dick took on new hardness, he knew she would not let go of it until he had jetted some more boycum down her throat.
"Mother? Sandra? Look, I brought a friend." Alan grinned when the two women on the bed flew apart from each other, clutching at the sheet and pulling frantically to cover their naked sweating bodies. Their eyes stared, horrified.
"It's all right," he said, opening his mother's bedroom door a little wider. "You know Karen, Mom. Oh, c'mon, Mom, don't worry! I can take care of the three of you!"
Karen slowly stepped into the room. She was smiling. "He can, Gloria. You know he can, don't you?" she said.
