There wasn't anything that compelled Stan Boyd and myself to get to know each other so well. Most guys don't really get to know transfer students too well especially when they arrive late in school year. Come to think of it, maybe there were two reasons for our friendship. First, we lived in the same general area. Second, both of us were fatherless.
I was finishing ninth grade, my last year in junior high school, when I first met him. It was the end of April and the track season was starting. All the guys went out for track. None of us liked it very much but that was the only athletic event the school offered. The coach told us to try to get everyone we could out because if we didn't have enough participants, we couldn't compete against other schools. The enlistment drive was on.
There was a new kid in some of my classes. I didn't know his name but I had seen him walking to school along the route I took. The very next morning I saw him.
"Hey!" I yelled. He turned and I ran to catch up to him. "Hi! My name's Tom Jackson. Aren't you in some of my classes?"
"English and Latin, I believe."
"That's right. You sit behind Sally Ann White."
"Yeah." We walked for awhile in silence. He realize why. "Oh, my name's Stan Boyd."
"You transferred, didn't you?"
"Yeah. From out of state. I was almost put back a year but my mother had them give me a battery of tests. The school was thinking of putting me ahead then but Mother thought it would be better if I remained with people my own age."
"Why?"
"She thought I would socially develop correctly. "
"Good point, I guess." We were nearing the school. "The reason why I made myself so abruptly known is that I was wondering if you were at all interested in joining the track team? We need sprinters and a few good long distance runners. Interested?"
"I'll have to think it over. I can know by tonight. If I want to join, where do I go, what do I do?"
"Just meet down in the locker room area after school."
"Okay." The school bell sounded. "Take it easy, Stan."
"Right," he replied, turned and was off down the halls to his locker.
After school, the team dressed, sat on the benches near the lockers while the coach told us what he wanted for the practice. Stan Boyd had not arrived.
"And by the way, boys, how's it going to get people out for the team?"
"I thought I had someone but I guess he couldn't make it. He said if he could, he'd be here after school," I said.
"Well, keep working on him, Jackson. If we show him we're interested in him, you can never tell. He might be sitting around the television and think....."
Stan Boyd entered the locker room.
"Never mind, coach. That's him."
"Good. Good," the coach muttered.
"Sir, my name's Boyd. Stan Boyd."
"You're late Practice begins five minutes after that final bell. Get here then." Yes, sir.
"Jackson, since you found him, get him a sweat suit and track shoes. The rest of you get out and run your laps." The coach tossed me his keys to the equipment room and followed everyone out.
"So that's the coach," Stan said.
"Yes. He's a little gruff at times. You interrupted his favorite speech about how youth watches too much television and should be out working or participating in scholastic athletics."
Stan shook his head and smiled. He said something that I couldn't quite make out but sounded like "Impotent prick." I gave him what he needed for practice, locked the equipment room, went out to die field.
It turned out that Stan was better than anyone had hoped. He couldn't do any of the field events. However, he burned up the cinder track. He could sprint and run distance. The coach was amazed. Not only was the guy in shape but he was better than any of the boys who had started working at the beginning of the season three weeks ago. He ran everything on the first day against the best our school had to put up. Stan beat everyone. The coach came over to me, put his burly, sweaty arm around my shoulders.
"That's some runner you found, Jackson."
"Thank you, sir."
"If you find any more prospects, be sure to send them around our way." He patted me on the back, blew his whistle, jogged to the locker room. Practice was over.
Everyone showered and dressed. I stayed a little longer than usual to get some tape. When I opened the door to the outside, Stan was waiting for me.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi. You sure took a long time."
"I needed some tape," I replied, tossing the tape up and down in the air. We walked across the long, green lawn towards our homes.
"You sure beat the heck out of all our guys today." Stan merely smiled. "Did you play in anything before you came here?"
"A little. We move a lot, though. The longest I've ever been to one school has been a year and a half."
"That must be pretty tough. Your father in sales or something like that?"
"I don't have a father."
"We're in the same boat. Neither do I." He looked at me quickly. Maybe this was when he felt he had found a friend, a compatriot.
"Your father die?" he asked.
"No. He was killed in the Korean War. He was one of the last to die. I never saw him. My mother was pregnant when he left. I was born six months after his death."
"That's tough."
"How about yours?"
"I think he's alive. He lived with my mother for two years. Soon after I was born, he deserted her. I can barely remember getting toys from him on my birthdays and Christmas. But the toys stopped. We haven't heard from him in nearly five years. Mom thinks he may be in Australia."
"It's hard to believe that any man would leave a woman right after she's had a child."
"He did."
"Doesn't he even want to see you now that you've grown?"
"I guess not. I don't know if he'd like to see me but if he's any kind of a man, he'd want to see Kathy. It seems as if all the guys want to see Kathy."
"Kathy?" I asked.
"She's my sister. A year older and in senior high."
"Good looking?"
"She looks a little like Mom. Her face is similar and her body is the same but younger, not as full."
We came to the corner where we parted.
"What time you leave in the morning?" he asked.
"About eight."
"See you here."
The day had cooled. I thought I might need to take a jacket tomorrow. It was supposed to be warmer but the weather seemed cooler. Spring was always the same.
My mother and I lived in a small house. It was the right size for us. There were two bedrooms with a bath between, a nice sized living room, and large kitchen we could have our meals in. There was a full basement for storage and a one car garage. A small house but nice.
"How was your day, Tom?" my mother asked as she set the table for supper.
"Pretty good."
"How was practice?"
"Real good! I got to know a new boy today, Stan Boyd. He lives near here. He's a transfer student. Anyway, Stan came out today and ran the pants off everyone else."
"Runs well?"
"Runs great. He alone could be our entire track team."
"How about the pole vault?" That was my event.
"Luckily, he can't do any of the field events. If he could he would be the entire track team."
"Is Stan a nice boy?"
"I think so. He doesn't have a father, either."
"Oh," Mother said quietly. Every time some one mentioned a child without a father, she thought about herself. After Father died, Mom never remarried although she could have easily. She thought that no young man should burden himself with her problems. My grandmother took care of me while my mother worked as a secretary. That was a long time ago. Today, Mom was with the same firm, now a vice-president's private secretary, and still wasn't married. As much as she should have gotten married again and made some man happy, she was a great woman, a great mother.
The next few days were good for Stan and I as far as track was concerned. In the next meet, we both sex new school records. However, our grades were slumping a bit. Our English teacher asked us to stay after school.
"Neither of you boys have been reading your assignments," she began. "Why is that?" We both stood silent. "Have you been doing too much after school? Doing too much at night?"
Stan was shaken with her last question. It was as if he had been doing something at night after we went home.
"No, ma'am. We've had long track practices. But the season ends after the meet tomorrow. We'll get back to the books," I answered.
"Well, there are two more weeks of school. Be sure you do that reading. All right, get to practice. Set some more records," she smiled.
"We haven't been with the studies," I said as we walked to practice. "It's probably been the long practices."
"Yeah," Stan said, not looking up.
It was funny that Stan should fall behind, I thought while I dressed. He seemed to excel in grades as he did in athletics. But suddenly his grades slipped. I didn't think he was seeing any girl. He hardly knew any and never walked with one in the halls. I wondered what was wrong.
"Tom, there's something I want to show you."
Stan's locker was in the bank over from mine. Between the long row of lockers was an equally long bench that went from the main aisle all the way to the wall.
"What do you want?" I yelled over the lockers.
"Come here and look."
I walked slowly around to where he was. I couldn't believe it! He was sitting at the end of the bench with his back against the wall. His legs were on either side of the bench. He was nude. He was looking down at himself. His penis was erect! He looked at me and grinned.
"Isn't it a nice one?"
"How the hell should I know?" I flustered.
"You have one. Is it as good as this one?"
"Of course," I laughed. I couldn't take my eyes off his hard-on. It was long. It was firm. Any girl would think it to be, as Stan said, a nice one.
"What are you going to do now?" I asked. "Well, I know what I'd like to do but that would tire me too much for practice. I'll just put a little cold water on it and be right out." While he ran cold water over his member, I went to practice.
At the meet the next day, Stan and I broke our own records. He won the meet almost single handed. Afterwards, he went to the stands to talk to an older woman. Even from a distance, she was striking. The woman dressed well. With her dark glasses, she looked like a sexy Italian movie star. I asked him about her on the way back to the locker room.
"Seeing older women?" I kidded.
"You could say that," he smiled.
"Who is she?"
"That, Tom, is my mother."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. In fact, she's waiting for us outside to drive us home."
"When I'm in the car, I'll believe you."
Stan wasn't lying. The beautiful, sensuous woman was waiting for us.
"Believe me now?" Stan said.
"Introduce me. I'm not in the car yet." He didn't have to introduce me: she introduced herself.
"I'm Ellen Boyd. I'm Stan's mother." She held out her hand.
"Hi. I'm Tom Jackson." I took her hand. It was soft and cool. Her fingers were long, very feminine.
"I know. Stan's told me a lot about you."
She looked at me over the top of her dark glasses and smiled.
"Let's go, Mom. I want to get home."
"All right." She put the car in gear and we were off. Her mini-skirt was at the middle of her thigh. Her legs. Her hands. Her face. Her body. Mrs. Boyd looked twenty-five.
"Why don't you invite Tom to stay overnight Friday, son?"
"Good idea. What about it?"
"I don't know. I'll have to ask my mother. Okay if I let you know tomorrow?"
"Sure," Stan said.
"Which house is yours?"
"The brown one on the right." We pulled up and I got out. "Thanks for the ride."
"Anytime," Mrs. Boyd said. "Stop by our house sometime-even if Stan isn't there."
I smiled and went into the house. Eight o'clock Friday night found me at the Boyd's home.
Without her dark glasses, Mrs. Boyd was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. Her long dark hair set off her deep blue eyes. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. I had to shake myself. My mind was filled with sexual thoughts about my friend's mother. A girl bounced down the stairs and into the living room.
"My sister, Kathy."
"Hi, Tom."
"Hi," I said. She looked like a younger version of her mother. Her hips were slimmer, her breasts smaller. She had the same dark hair and large blue eyes.
"What are you two up to tonight?" she asked.
"Maybe television. Maybe go out. We don't know," Stan answered. "Anyway, you're not our keeper or warden."
"Ta-at, brother."
"What are you going to do tonight, sis?"
"Going out."
"With which one?"
"Steve." A horn sounded from the drive.
"Steve!" Stan said. "He's a slob."
"But he's got a groovy car."
"Let your sister go, Stan," Mrs. Boyd said. "Have a good time, Kathy."
"I will." She kissed her mother's cheek. "See you, Tom."
"Right. Have a good time."
As she opened the front door, Stan yelled out, "Keep your knees together!"
"Shut up!" she said and was gone.
"That wasn't nice to say to Kathy," Mrs. Boyd said.
"The truth always hurts," he said to her. "Come on upstairs to my room, Tom." He rose and I followed.
Unlike my home, the Boyd's house was very large. Downstairs, there was an entry, living room, dining room, kitchen, and library. There were four bedrooms and four baths upstairs. The basement was paneled and fixed up as a recreation room. I was surprised.
"This is sure some house."
"Big, isn't it."
"I'll say. How does your mother do it?"
"She says it's her secret. I think that when we lived out East some of her friends taught her how to invest in stocks and real estate. Since then, we've lived well."
"From what I can see, you lived very well."
"Very well," he nodded.
Stan's bedroom was large. Only the master bedroom, his mother's, was larger. It was furnished with a large double bed, an executive desk, and an easy chair with ottoman. The bookshelf above the desk held his books, a stereo outfit. He put on some movie sound tracks and flopped onto the bed. I took the easy chair.
"Nice room," I commented.
"Thank you. I tried to do it all. Mother helped me select the carpeting." It was off-white, long and shaggy, wall-to-wall. The home was tastefully furnished without a care for cost.
"Mind if I ask you something about your mother?"
"Go ahead."
"Why does she look so young. The wonders of today's make-up?"
"Under. She's thirty-one."
"Thirty-one! We're fifteen. You said your sister was a year older than us. That means your mother was fifteen when she had Kathy."
"Right. Both Kathy and I were born in Texas. Our runaway father was twenty-three when he married my mother."
"Do all southern girls marry that young?"
"No. Some do. The ones like my mother do. She likes men."'
"That was then," I added.
"Now too."
"Now too?"
"Yes. Unfortunately, that's usually the reason why we move a lot. Mother likes small towns. But she also craves sex. She's attractive and men are drawn to her. She has private affairs with only one man. This lasts till either his wife finds out or the neighbors begin to talk too loudly. Then we move on."
"What does Kathy think?"
"She understands as I do. People need sex. Mother's no exception."
I nodded understandingly. People do need sex buy why didn't Mrs. Boyd remarry? Obviously not for the same reasons as my mother. Stan hopped from the bed.
"Let's go to the basement and play pool."
We played a few games, watched television. His mother opened the basement door, walked down the stairs till she could see us. I couldn't help but stare, trying to strip her with my eyes.
"I'm going to bed, boys. See you in the morning. "
""Night, Mom."
"Good night, Mrs. Boyd." She smiled, turned, and left for her bedroom. "You like her?" Stan asked. "Who?"
"My mother, stupid."
"Well, yes. She's very friendly, easy to talk to."
"Not that. You like her looks? Like her body?"
"Yes."
"That's good. She thinks you're handsome, masculine."
I didn't know what to say. Stan saw I was at a loss, grinned, and turned to the television. After the late movie, we went to our rooms. The guest room which I had for the night was between Stan's and his sister's. Mrs. Boyd's room was on the other side of her daughter's. I was in the bath which was connected to my room, brushing my teeth. I had my pajama bottoms on. Stan knocked on the door.
"Yeah," I said with a mouthful of paste.
"Come on to my room when you get done."
I nodded, finished my teeth. He had left. I rinsed my mouth, put the brush away. I wondered if a robe and slippers would be proper. Forget it. I was just going down to another boy's room. Mrs. Boyd had gone to bed long ago and Kathy wasn't due back for another hour. Stan was on the bed, this time wrapped in a towel.
"Sit down," He indicated the lounge chair. "Here's something I thought you'd like to look at."
He tossed a loose leaf notebook to me. A satanic grin was on his face, a strange look in his eyes. I opened the book to look at eight by eleven pictures of people in various stages of love making. I looked up at Stan.
"Go on," he said. "Look through the entire thing."
The photos were of professional quality. The models or participants were good looking, not beautiful but definitely not ugly. A man was eating a woman. A girl was sitting on a young man's prick. There was a shot of a fellow getting a blow job while the girl's hands worked on his balls. Two girls were sixty-nining. Two males were with each other: one was masturbating while he sucked the other. The final shot was of a girl smiling at the camera, her legs wide apart, her cunt muddled with white semen.
My own cock had lengthened. It had crawled down my leg but had not risen its head. I looked to Stan. He closed another notebook and tossed it to me. His cock was hard and erect. It pushed the towel into a tent, away from his body.
"Throw me the one you have. The new one is with more than two people."
The notebook was as he said. Two men were satisfying one woman. A chain of four people were seeking sexual relief orally. A standing woman was beating a man with a whip while he sucked another girl's pussy. And it went on and on. When I finished, my prick was stiff, laying upward against my stomach.
"Pretty good, huh?" Stan said. I looked up to find that he had opened the towel and was stroking his erection.
"Yes. Real good, as you can see." I looked down to my clearly visible hard-on.
"Pull down those pajamas," he said. "Let's see who can come first."
"You're too far ahead."
"I'll wait till you're ready." His hand stopped. I stood up and dropped my bottoms. My prick stood out straight.
"She'll like that," he said.
"What?"
"You'll find out later." He reached to his desk and threw me another towel. "This is to cleanup after you shoot."
"Thanks. I'm ready now," I said as I sat back down.
"Okay. Beat it."
Our hands flew over our organs. Stan jacked off with his left hand. He jerked the skin of his shaft up and down hard, fast. It looked like he were trying to pull the prick from his body. He violently threw himself back on the bed, his other hand rubbing his nuts. His fast-moving fingers wrenched his organ from side to side. As he opened and closed his knees, he shot sperm onto his stomach.
"I guess I win," he smiled, wiping away the juice.
"That's always the way it's been," I said as my hand pulled my cock rapidly. "I never could come quickly."
"That will really satisfy them," he said.
"It does." I thought he meant other high school girls.
His eyes devoured my long dick. I was pretty sure Stan was straight but the look in his eyes make me remember the photo of the man sucking off another male. I could feel it beginning to build. Some drops of juice were at the hole on the tip. I slouched down in the chair so my balls hung over the edge of the seat. I could feel it. Nearly there. A bit more. My come spurted onto my stomach, onto my chest.
"Your prick shoots well. Up to your chest. Wonder how far it would go if you were standing."
"I've never tried it. Now I'd probably come like anyone else."
Both of our organs were spent. However, neither of them was completely limp. They were still long and thick. Both were clean. Stan smiled, resumed stroking his member.
"Think you can do it again," he asked.
"Sure," I answered, again tossing myself off.
Our cocks were soon full-size Once more. From his movements, I was certain Stan would come before I did. There was a noise downstairs. Both of us froze, our erections still in our hands.
"That must be Kathy," he whispered. "Be very quiet." He went to the light switch and turned off the light. Since Stan's bedroom was in the back of the house, she couldn't have seen the light when she entered the front door. "Follow me in a little while. When I move, be close behind," he said softly.
We could hear Kathy as she climbed die stairs. Into her room. The basin filling. The water being drained. A door opening, obviously the bathroom door. In the quiet house, we heard the springs of her bed as she lay on it. Radio went on softly. Stan opened the door to his room slowly.
"Follow me. Don't make any noise. We may be lucky."
We crept along the hall. Sometimes he would stop and my hand touch his naked rear. When we reached Kathy's door, Stan opened it very slowly, noiselessly. The door opened about a foot allowing us to see one side of the bedroom.
Kathy's bed was along the wall we could see best. Her head was on the same wall as the door. A bed light was on. She was wearing a blue nightie, reading a paperback book. The light was positioned perfectly. Stan and I could clearly see her silhouette through the shear material. I was going to ask him why we were spying on his sister but I remembered what he said about silence. We continued to watch. It wasn't long before I saw what we were waiting for.
While she continued reading, her thighs parted and her hand rubbed the panty-covered mount. Very slowly at first. Her hand hardly moved. This wasn't enough. A hand crept under the elastic top, down to the wiry curls. Her eyes grew wider as she read further.
My prick was ready to burst. While I watched Kathy finger fuck herself, I wacked off myself. Stan was hard but didn't touch his cock. We both continued to stare.
She put down her book and removed her hand from the now moist panties. Had we been noticed? Had she come and was going to sleep? Maybe she saw her bedroom door open! God, if she caught me with a hard-on!
I was wrong. She wanted to be free of restriction. Kathy raised up and pulled down the nightie bottoms. She threw them next to her on the bed. Her body was not flat but facing the door slightly. Between two milky, smooth thighs was her love channel covered with fine, dark pubic hair. She picked up the book in one hand and put her hand on her pussy with the other. The nightie was above her navel. I beat off faster.
"Wait," Stan whispered. "Try to come when she does. In fact, let me." His hand pushed my hand away from my cock. The strange fingers felt warm, knowing. His hand moved over my organ to the rhythm of Kathy's action. Something within me wanted to thank him. This unknown force put my own hand on his prick.
"Go ahead," he said softly. "Just like it's your own."
While we jacked off each other, Kathy became more active with her fingers. Two fingers were in her slit and working feverishly. Her eyes closed. She threw the book from the bed. She opened her legs wide and worked on her cunt with both hands. Her ass started to bounce.
"She's almost there," Stan said as his hand speeded.
Three people were masturbating as hard and as fast as possible. Kathy's bucked against her hands and let out a slight moan, then she relaxed. The moan brought Stan off over my fingers and that in turn made me come.
Stan closed the door quietly with his clean hand. As it moved shut, I thought I saw Kathy look to the door with a smile on her face. Obviously, that was simply my imagination.
Stan and I returned to our respective rooms, washed our hands, and slept soundly.
CHAPTER TWO
I thought about that night all next week. It was the first time I had ever masturbated in front of anyone. It was the first time anyone had ever masturbated me. The whole experience seemed to turn me on. Every night in bed I relive the whole thing, get an erection, and toss myself off to the thought of watching Kathy.
Stan mentioned nothing to me during the next week about what we had done. He didn't hint, didn't smile: he acted entirely normal. I don't think that I was ashamed of what I did but I still didn't want to bring the subject up. That night was pleasurable but private.
The next Saturday I went over to Stan's to see if he wanted to do something that afternoon. I arrived about two that afternoon. The day was hot and bright. Very hot. I rang the doorbell. Kathy answered the door. For an instant I thought of the way I had last seen her.
"Hi, Tom."
"Stan here?"
"No. He went downtown with Mother. Come on in. They should be back in a little while. It's great in here with the air conditioning." I walked in and stood, no knowing exactly what to do.
"Come on in the living room. We really didn't talk much last time."
I followed her. She sat on the couch. Not exactly sat but not exactly in a prone position either. Her body sort of was cat-like and curled in a corner. I sat across from her in a chair.
"Sure is cool in here," I said.
"Yes. Tell me about yourself."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. The little things. What makes you the way you are. Tell me anything you want."
"Well, my name is Tom Jackson, as you know. I'm fifteen and expect to be in high school next year."
"Fine," she smiled. "What are you going to do this summer?"
"Mow lawns, like I did last summer. Play baseball. Nothing too much. What are you going to do?"
"Nothing. Get a beautiful tan. Loaf. Stan usually does the same thing."
"I'd sure like to do that for a summer."
"Have you always worked during vacations?"
"Yeah. I have to save enough money to pay my expenses through college. I hope to get a state scholarship."
"It's tough without a father," she said directly-
"It is."
"Luckily for Stan and I, Mother has a lot of money. If it weren't for her, we'd probably be working and living in a much smaller house."
I couldn't help think of my mother and how little she knew about money and finances as Mrs. Boyd did. A missing father is difficult on any child. But a large bankroll can help take his place.
"When are they coming back?" I asked. "What time is it now?"
"Two-fifteen."
"They should be back by three or three-thirty at the latest."
"Well, it's cool here and I have nothing else to do, so I might as well wait."
"Good. Want to play some games?" Kathy asked innocently.
"What?"
"How about cards?"
"I don't know how to play too many card games. My mother doesn't like cards around the house."
"Gee, that doesn't sound like a s win gin' mother."
"No. She's an ordinary, middle age mother. Nothing like yours."
"Well, I have another game we can play and the only thing you have to do is know to flip a coin."
"That I can do."
"Then let's go to the library." She led the way.
The library was a fair sized room. There were two windows with cafe-type shutters on the inside of the windows. The walls were bookcases and filled. There was a leather couch and easy chair in the room. The room was dimly lit though the sun was very bright outside.
"What are we going to play?"
"A reverse version of 'Captain, May I.' Instead of asking the other person if you may do something, you tell the other person what to do. There are many ways to determine who asks whom but flipping a coin is the easiest way."
"But the results will be fifty-fifty."
"We could play that way if you want."
"That would be easier and quicker, I suppose," I said.
"Well, you have to flip the coin to see who goes first."
"Since I'm not sure of the game, you go first."
"Okay," she said. "Close the shutters." I did. "Go on," Kathy said. "It's your turn."
"Sit on the couch."
"Sit next to me."
I didn't know what to do next. It would be silly to ask her to go to the other chair or stand up. She looked so nice and fresh.
"Move closer to me." She smiled and moved till we were as close as possible. Her blue eyes looked straight into mine.
"Kiss me." I wasn't sure what to do. I kissed her cheek.
"Kiss me," I told her. Instead of the polite kiss I had given her, Kathy put her arms around my neck, kissed me hard on the lips. She opened her mouth and licked my lips.
"Take off your shirt." I did and realized what kind of game this was.
"Take off your blouse." Her fingers worked at the buttons and the garment quickly was on the couch beside her.
"I assume your shoes and socks are off," she said, kicking off her loafers. I, too, kicked off my sandals. "It's still my turn," she said. "Take off your pants."
At first I didn't know if she really meant it or not. But the smile on her face and wearing only a bra said she wasn't kidding. Her eyes had the same look Stan's had while he was watching me masturbate when I was sitting in his bedroom chair. I stood up and opening my trousers, let them fall to my ankles, kicked them aside. My prick was hard and pushing the under straight out. I sat down and quickly moved my cock upward to lay against my stomach.
"Wow! That looks nice," Kathy breathed.
"Take off your skirt." She raised up, unfastened it on the side, and pulled it over her hips. She threw it on top of my trousers.
"I guess that I'm really unfair," she said. "It's my turn and I have two things left while you only have one."
"I guess you're right. No wonder you wanted to play this game. You had to be unfair to win."
"I don't want to be a cheat. I know what I want. I want you to take my bra and panties off for me." I moved to undo the bra from the back. "No. Stay in front and reach around," she said.
I had to move very close to her. She put her arms around my neck, smiled, looked into my eyes. Her bra-covered breasts flattened against my chest. My fingers found the fastenings and undid them. I let the back fall, reached up to the shoulder straps. Kathy pulled away and lay back. Her lovely tits were bare, free.
"Now the panties," she said.
I was sitting between her legs, my body turned to her. One of her legs was behind me, the other rested on my lap. My hands grabbed the waist band. She raised her hips and I pulled them down. I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. So nude . So nice.
"Do you like me, Tom?"
"Yes," I said quietly, my throat dry. She sat up, rubbed her two warm globes against my arm. While one fingernail went up and down gently on my chest, she leaned to my ear.
"Take off your shorts," she whispered sexily.
My underwear was quickly discarded to the floor. Her fingers didn't touch my organ but were running through the top edges of my pubic hair.
"Mmmmm. It looks so good. It looks so lonely."
I grabbed Kathy, took her in my arms. Our kiss was deep, tongues running into each others mouth. Unexpectedly, the Boyd's automatic garage door opened. My eyes opened. Kathy pushed me back, grabbed her clothes.
"My mother and brother are back," she said. "Get your clothes on. I'm going to run upstairs. Hurry."
She ran to the kitchen and the back stairs. I rapidly put on my clothes and hurried to the living room. My erection had disappeared. Fear of being discovered had taken my mind completely off sex. As a result, the front of my pants looked normal. It was a good thing for as soon as I sat down, Mrs. Boyd and Stan entered the front door. I stood when they came into the living room.
"Why, Tom, it's so nice to see you," Mrs. Boyd said.
"Thank you, Mrs. Boyd."
"When did you get here?" Stan asked.
"About an hour ago."
"I've been keeping him entertained," Kathy said as she came into the room. "This is the book you wanted, isn't it?" She handed me Lawrence's Lady Chatterley's Lover.
"Yes. This is the one," I pretended.
"Keep it as long as you want but whenever you're through, bring it back."
"Sure."
"Then you two have been talking about books?" Mrs. Boyd asked.
"Yes. About the modern classics, I mentioned this one and Tom said he'd never read it. So I went up and got it for him."
"Tom, care for something to drink?" Mrs. Boyd said, turning to me.
"No, thank you. I thought Stan might want to play catch or something."
"Sure. Bring your glove?"
"Yeah."
"I'll get mine. See you outside."
"Excuse me," I said to the two and left for the yard.
"Don't forget the book," Kathy said, catching up to me before I left the house. "Read it carefully," she said softly with a sparkle in her eye.
I read the book during the next week. There was an interesting parallel between the heroine and Mrs. Boyd. It was similar to what Stan had told me about his mother and her natural need for a sexual outlet. Both women desired sex discreetly. Neither had a husband who could fulfill them. Both women were discovered and found the scorn of her community.
In the space left on the final page, Kathy had written a note. "I thought you would find the book interesting. You will find more things interesting the next time you stay over night. Guess what my next command would have been? Love, Kathy."
Stan invited me to stay over the very next Friday. Mother said that I should ask him to stay over at our house sometime. I said I would. But I thought that I couldn't invite him over tonight. This Friday was the last day of school. I didn't know how we'd celebrate. And then there was Kathy. I arrived at the Boyd's after supper.
Mrs. Boyd understood that we were out of school for the summer. Therefore, for this night only, she opened her liquor cabinet to us. Stan and I, with drinks in our hands, went to the basement to play pool.
"Where's your sister?" I asked as I pocketed a ball.
"On a date. Who knows what time she'll be home tonight."
"Doesn't your mother care?"
"Normally, Kathy has to be home by one o'clock or close to it. Tonight, since it's her last day of school, she can come home whenever she wants."
"Oh. Just wondered." I lined up my second shot.
"Don't worry. She knows you're here," Stan smiled. I missed the shot.
As we drank more, our games took longer to finish. Our last game took an hour and a half to finish. We stumbled up the stairs. Mrs. Boyd had gone to bed. We rinsed our glasses as best we could, not taking a chance to make too much noise by putting them in the dish washer.
"Want one of the notebooks to look through while you're in bed," Stan asked drunkenly while we climbed the stairs.
"No. I think I'll probably just fall into bed and sleep."
"I probably will, too," he said.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth before bed. I combed my hair, looked at myself carefully in the mirror. I gave myself a grin and a wink. "You handsome, devil," I said to my reflection.
My head hit the pillow and I was asleep. I don't know how long I slept. I seemed like forever. But sometime during the middle of the night, I'd guess about four o'clock, I felt someone crawl into bed with me. As I opened my eyes, a finger was placed over my mouth to keep me silent.
"Hi," the voice said softly. It was Kathy.
"Hi."
"I got home about an hour ago. My date was pretty bad. When I saw that no one was awake, I thought I'd find out how you were sleeping."
"As you saw, pretty soundly till you woke me."
"Read the entire book?"
"Yes."
"And my note?"
"Yes." She put my hands over her breasts. She wore a frilly nightie.
"Do you find these interesting?"
"Very."
"Shall we continue our game?"
"Sure," I answered, rubbing her tits.
"All right. I think it's my turn." I nodded, smiled. "Get out of your pajamas." I let go of her boobs, took off my pajama tops, then the bottoms.
"Take off your nightie." She slipped the top over her head. Raising her hips, she wiggled out of the bottoms.
"This is the final suggestion. After this the game will be over. Let's make love and do whatever we want."
Her arms went around my neck and her mouth met mine. Her mouth opened slightly, her tongue moved across my lips. I opened my mouth to accept the tongue. At first it darted playfully at my teeth, then deeper to touch my tongue. It rolled around and around my mouth.
My active tongue played with hers.
Kathy moved her entire body against mine. Two tits weaved back and forth across my chest, the nipples hard and erect. Her hair-covered slit pressed itself against my long shaft of love. My hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass.
"Your cock feels so smooth moving through my bush," she breathed.
"Maybe this will feel better," a voice within me said aloud.
I reached down and took my rod. The hand directed my cock to her slit. Kathy raised her leg, putting her ankle on the back of my thigh. Her cunt opened easily. Gently, my prick slipped into her warmth. The shaft was bathed in her moisture. I rocked my hips slowly.
"Doesn't it feel better?" I asked.
"Oh, yes! So nice. So long," she said softly in a far away voice.
My hands rubbed her nipples while our hips fucked. They stood like small erasers. Her body was so young and yet full. This was the first girl I had ever gone all the way with and she was so beautiful.
"Tom, you're nice to me," she smiled as we fucked.
"You're nice to me, too. And nice for me."
Our lips met for a very long kiss. Then her tongue, went wild in my mouth. Her hips, which had moved to my slow rhythm, bucked madly.
"Oh, Tom, I'm going to come! I feel it! My pussy feels so good, so warm!"
She bucked for a few more strokes and relaxed. I could feel more of her juice running over my prick to my pubic hair and testicles. My motion didn't slow down or increase speed.
"You still didn't come!" she said somewhat amazed.
"No. I have a long way to go."
"Oh, lover! You're too much. She'll like that."
For a second I wondered what Kathy meant by "she'll like that" but passed it off as if she were referring to herself. I had no time for intellectual playing.
"Honey, take it out a second," she cooed.
I did and she rolled over onto her back. She spread her legs, raised her ass as high as she could from the bed. When she was again resting comfortably on the mattress, she looked over to me with a grin, rubbing her pussy with both hands.
"Get on," Kathy said softly. "Let's see if you can shoot your load when we do it this way."
I moved between her legs. My dick found her open cunt. Again we pumped to make our organs join. Kathy's stomach seemed to ripple under my body.
"Ram it way up me, Tom. Way up me," she groaned.
I pumped my cock deeper into her cunt. I thought it might break something but she took it all. Her warm slit adjusted and gripped my erection. I moved into her as far as I could but I couldn't get in her all the way.
"I can't get it in any further."
"That's okay. It's feels just fine now."
Her fingernails raked my back. Her entire body felt warm, nice, soft. She wrapped her legs around my lower back. I got in a bit further but still not all the way.
"Harder, baby! Faster!" she whispered.
I fucked furiously. In and out. In and out. I thought I might hurt her but her reactions showed she loved it. Her mouth broke free from my kiss, her head moved from side to side.
"Again! Again! I'm coming again!"
Once more she stiffened, froze, and relaxed. I slowed my hips only to bang her pussy slower.
"Not yet?" she asked.
"Not yet. Maybe in awhile."
"I have an idea," she said. "Just keep those wonderful hips going."
While I fucked, she moved her hands down my back. Her legs unlocked, fell over the sides of the bed. I felt her fingers pull apart my ass cheeks. They ran up and down the furrow. Finally they came to rest on my asshole.
"Relax. Just relax."
"Relax?" I asked while I kept my hips moving. "How?"
"Well, relax as much as possible," she giggled.
I tried as best I could. Her finger moved around the ring formed by my anus. On an up stroke, she made her move. She pushed her finger in a little way. It felt wild. While my cock pumped her cunt, her finger fucked my asshole. "How does it feel?" she asked. "Great." My voice was stuttering. "Going to come?"
"Yes. Now! My sperm poured into her pussy, filling it, and running down the crack of her ass. The force of my semen brought about her third orgasm. Later we lay side by side in each others arms.
"You're good, Tom. Better than any other guy I've ever slept with."
"Have you slept with many others?"
"Maybe four other guys."
"When did you start?"
"When I was almost fifteen. A girl has to lose tier cherry. She might as well lose it and then use it. Bed action is so much fun. Orgasms are so dreamy."
"I guess we all like them," I said as I kissed her.
"You lived up to all reports." she cooed. "Reports?"
"Yeah. My brother told me about the last time you stayed over."
"Stan? He told you what we did?"
"Yes. About you two jerking off to those two silly books and then yanking each other while you watched me."
"He told you all that!"
"Yes. Why? Isn't it true?"
"Yes, but....but...."
"Don't worry. We have our family secrets.
What Stan tells me about his sex life doesn't leave this house. And that goes for what I tell to him."
"Are you going to tell him about us tonight?"
"Probably. Why?"
"Just wondered."
"My brother and I have been straight forward to each other for a very long time. Intimate with each other might be a better way to say it."
"Intimate? How intimate?"
"Very," Kathy smiled. "Very, very intimate."
"Can you give me an example?"
"Well, your pricks are about the same length but yours is thicker. You stay harder longer than Stan. You have great shooting power behind your orgasm."
"Anything else?"
"Yes. Your cock feels more manly in my cunt than Stan's."
"What?" I stammered, not believing what she had just said.
"Oh, don't be surprised. Many brother have slept with their sisters."
"But that's incest."
"So? It's just a word. It's also sex. Sleeping with one's brother is like many other things in this poor world. People may suspect but as long as they aren't sure, that's fine. But as soon as there's a shred of evidence, bingo. The game's over. With birth control pills no one any longer needs to worry about the evidence, just about getting caught in the act. Understand?"
"Yes. I think so."
"Look at it this way. Was your screwing me wrong?"
"No. It was a relief of my sex drive."
"Okay. Now what if my brother were in your place? Both of you are the same age. Both of you are interested in the same things. Both of you are good looking. The only difference is that Stan and I were born of the same mother. Without the slightest chance of pregnancy. No guilt, and therefore the crime is removed."
I was thinking about what she said when she crawled out of bed. With her nightie in hand, Kathy kissed my cheek, held the back of my neck.
"I've got to get back to my bedroom before sunrise. Don't think too long. You'll look too tired at the breakfast table tomorrow." She threw back my covers. My cock was hard. "I thought so. One come doesn't tire him. Next time I'll see what I can do to make him go home with his head between your legs." She kissed me again. "Bye-bye," she whispered and went quietly back to her room.
Mrs. Boyd was the only one who was up early the next day. She woke Kathy and Stan before coming to my room. I was sound asleep. A soft hand touched my shoulder.
"Tom," a quiet voice said. "Time to get up."
I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Boyd's beautiful face. She was smiling warmly, her eyes open wide.
"Oh, thank you. What time is it?' "Ten o'clock"
"Wow! I never sleep that late."
"Maybe it was the drinking last night or something," she grinned. "Yeah. Probably."
She bent at the side of my bed, picking up my pajamas which I didn't put back on after Kathy left. She looked at me with a twinkle in her blue eyes.
"I was awfully hot last night," I said, trying hard not to blush.
She nodded, put the pajamas of the chair in the room, left for the kitchen. Suddenly I thought about the sheets. The stains would tell Mrs. Boyd everything. I jumped out of bed, pulled the covers back frantically.
"Bare assed boy, with suit of pink," Stan's voice said from the doorway. "What are you looking for?"
I was trapped. My mind raced for an excuse, a lie.
"I couldn't find my watch this morning. I usually sleep with it on my wrist and this...."
"You mean this?" He went to the dresser and took it from the top of it. The watch was lying next to my wallet and loose change.
"Uh, yes, that's the watch. Thank you."
Stan walked to the bed and pulled my covers all the way back. In the approximate center were the stains of the fuck. Stan turned, looked at me with a grin.
"Isn't this what you were really looking for?"
"Well, uh yes. That's it." My face must have been bright red.
"Don't worry about it," he said, throwing the covers over the spots.
"Don't worry?"
"No. Mom and I knew you'd screw Sis before too long."
"You and your mother!"
"Yes. Oh, Mother didn't say it quite as directly but has been making sure Kathy takes her pill every day."
"And how did you know?"
"I'm smart," he smiled, pointing to his head. "You like her looks. She likes yours. Therefore, the conclusion."
"How did you know about last night? You were asleep."
"No, I wasn't. Kathy woke me before she came in to see you."
"What!"
"Yes. She wanted to be sure it was all right. She wanted to be sure you wouldn't be ashamed or scared. I told her you should be pretty loose from the drinking. She smiled and told me I could watch if I wanted. I said no because of all that I had to drink. So I slept while she fucked my friend."
"Well, I'll be a son of a gun!"
"Come on," Stan said. "Hurry up. Mom said breakfast would be ready in five or ten minutes.
It's nearly ten minutes since she's been up here."
CHAPTER THREE
Summer vacation was finally here. Nothing to do. No studies. No homework. No athletics. No teachers. I knew that I would miss school before the end of summer but now there was only relaxation. And, of course, work.
When I was younger I peddled papers in the morning. After I saved enough money, I bought a lawn mower and found people's lawns to mow. The first summer I mowed five lawns, one a day. The next summer, with recommendations from the people I worked for, my total increased to eleven. I quit my paper route when I reached twenty lawns. This summer I mowed twenty-two lawns a week. Some were large, some small. If I began work at eight in the morning, mowed two large lawns and two small, I could get done by two o'clock. I kept Sunday free and tried to do only two lawns on Wednesday. With Mom at work, I could lay around the house or go swimming for six hours. All in all, my schedule was pretty good and the money was fine. I made a little under a hundred dollars each week.
It was a Wednesday when Stan phoned.
"Hi, Tom. Doing anything this afternoon?"
"No. Just sitting around. What's up?"
"Got a new camera. Want to try it out with me?"
"Swell."
"Good. I'm leaving for your house now."
"Fine. I'll put some soda in the refrigerator."
"By the way. Is your mother home?"
"No. She's at work. Won't be back till five-thirty or so."
"Okay. See you in a flash."
In five minutes, Stan arrived at my house by car. His sister was driving. While she parked, he got out and came up to the house. Over his shoulder was a professional camera bag.
"Hey, I thought you said you got a camera, not an entire outfit."
"Well, it was a present from Mom. She saw it one day downtown and thought I'd like it. It's pretty neat."
"Come on in."
"You don't mind if Kathy comes in?"
"No, not at all."
"Good." He waved to her to join us. She got out of the car, walked up. "Hi, Tom."
"Hi. Well, come on in."
We sat around our living room. It wasn't as modern as the Boyd's but, to me, seemed cozier. I sat next to Stan on the touch while he explained his camera to me.
"It's a Polaroid," he said while opening the case. "The biggest model they make, Mom said. Takes color and black and white. A light meter's inside. It has a range finder. Really simply."
"Have you taken any pictures with it yet?"
"Not one. Mother just gave it to me this morning."
"You'd better read the instructions fully," I said.
"Already did," he said as he loaded the camera. "All set."
"Shall we go outside, Stan?" Kathy asked. "For the first few."
The day was perfect for pictures. The sky was blue, the air clear. In our yard were old, big Elm trees. The brown and the green and the blue. Kathy stood near a tree for the first pose. In one minute we sat that Stan forgot about the range. The next shot came out okay. He took one of me laying in the grass. Then Kathy and I together. I said that I'd take one of him. After a few more he'd let me. He took one of Kathy with her hair down, another with her hair up. Of me sitting on the steps, of me leaning against a tree. The film pack was empty.
"I have to go in to change film, or rather get a new pack. I'll be right back," he said, entering the house.
Kathy quickly came up to me, kissed my lips quickly.
"Miss me?" she said.
"Yes. But don't kiss me here."
"Where should I kiss you?" she grinned, looking toward my crotch.
"You know what I mean. Not with your brother around. Besides, the neighbors might see."
"I thought you talked with my brother."
"I did."
"Well, he doesn't care how much I kiss his best friend. And as for the neighbors, let them get their kicks watching."
"That's not the idea."
"Are you ashamed to be with me?"
"No. You know that's not what it is."
"But I don't care."
"I do!"
I was luckily saved by Stan's return. His camera was loaded and he was ready. He took a quick picture of Kathy and I. It looked like Kathy was grinning and I was squirming.
"Pretty funny," he said.
"Sure, sure. How about if I take a picture of you now?"
"Okay." He handed me the camera.
He went through the typical poses. He stood alone. He posed with Kathy. Soon, the second roll of film was used. He took the camera from me to get another pack.
"Still want to take more?" I asked.
"Not out here. I also have a flash with it. Thought the three of us would try it out inside."
"Sounds good," his sister said.
We went in and sat in the living room while Stan inserted a new film pack. Kathy had her sexy legs crossed. When she saw me looking at her knees, she winked and uncrossed her legs. I could see up to her panties. I looked away.
"What kind of pictures do you want to take now?"
"I suppose the normal thing and then progress."
He took a picture of me alone in the chair, then my profile. He took the same pictures of Kathy. I took some pictures of both of them.
"What now?" I asked while Stan reloaded.
"Well, I have an idea," he said with a smile.
"The same one I have?" grinned his sister.
"Probably. What time does your mother get home, Tom?"
"Around five-thirty. Why?"
"I thought we'd might like to take, ah, action photos."
"What are action photos?"
"You know what a regular action photo is?"
"Yes."
"These are adult action photos."
"I still don't understand."
"They're stag action photos," Kathy interrupted, "like the ones you saw in Stan's notebooks."
"Oh." I paused before I realized what they wanted to do. "You mean here? Of us?"
"That's right," Kathy said as her hands unbuttoned her blouse.
"But......"
"Not 'buts'," Stan said while he, too, removed his shirt. "Just strip. You'll even have a nude photographer."
"But what if someone finds out? If someone should see the photos?"
"Who's going to see them except for us?"
"Come on, Tom," pleaded Kathy. She had removed her panties. She sat across from me nude. I turned to Stan but he was naked, also. His prick was rising, getting very hard.
"While you're getting out of your clothes, I'll take some singles of Kathy."
I worked on my shirt while Kathy lay back on the couch with a smile on her face, her pussy boldly exposed. A photo with her legs open. A photo with a finger up her. A photo of her holding her tit, licking a nipple.
"Okay. I'm ready."
The turned to me. Stan smiled: My cock was limp. Stan shook his head.
"You don't look ready to me."
"Don't worry, brother. He will be. Come here, Tom. Sit next to me."
I moved to the couch. Kathy moved close to me, her body touching mine. Her tits were so soft, so firm. She put her hand around my shaft.
"Think of my hot cunt," she whispered in my ear while her hand jerked on my penis.
I leaned back, closed my eyes. My cock was slowly rising. A flash bulb went off. I opened my eyes quickly.
"Think nothing of him," she said. "Hell be taking a lot of pictures. Just think of me. Think of us."
To shut Stan out of my mind, I took her head and kissed her. She opened her mouth to accept my tongue. When she broke from our kiss, she stopped her hand, looked down. My cock was sticking straight up. Some of my precome was on the tip. She dabbed it away with her finger.
"Have more of that for me?"
"A lot more."
She lay back, put her legs over my shoulders. I naturally moved over her. She grabbed my hard-on and directed it to her wet slit. Like the first time, it felt warm, comfortable. I still couldn't get all the way in but with her legs around my neck, I got as much of my cock into her quicker than before.
"How does t feel?" I asked.
"Delicious!"
Stan's camera clicked away while we fucked. Nothing bothered me now that I was pumping his sister's cunt. Her hands remained around my neck. My hands fondled her breasts. Kathy came once. Her hips continued our motion. In a short time, after Stan had used up three packs of films, photographing us from every conceivable angle; I brought Kathy to another orgasm and triggered my own. I got up from her body.
"Hold it," Stan said to his sister. His camera clicked a final shot of his sister's cunt filled with my jazz.
I went to the bathroom to wash my genitals, picked up a towel for Kathy to use. When I returned to the living room, neither of the two noticed me. Stan had abandoned his camera. His hard-on was in his sister's mouth. His hands were running through her hair. She kept squeezing her ass cheeks while her head bobbed back and forth. His hips began to move in time to her head. He made a final lunge, pushing his prick deep into her throat. Her hands pulled his ass forward, keeping the cock in her mouth. Stan threw his head back while his sister drained him with her lips and tongue. She swallowed once, twice, three times. She let his prick, now limp, fall from her mouth. Not a bit of semen clung to his cock. She licked the remaining come from her lips.
"You should have taken some pictures," he said.
"Yes. I'd have liked to see what I looked like blowing my brother."
"I guess I didn't think fast enough."
"You were too busy watching," Kathy smiled.
"I guess you're right. I was too busy watching.
"We'd better be getting home," Stan said, putting on his underwear slowly.
"Okay," his sister agreed.
"Tom, why don't you stay overnight Saturday?"
"Okay, but I have to be home Sunday. That's the day Mom and I have reserved to be with each other."
"You'll be home. My mother's going to be out of town this weekend on business and the two of us thought you'd like to come over."
"Sure. That would be great."
"See you Saturday night about eight or so?"
"Right."
Kathy and Stan pulled out of the drive when my mother pulled in.
Stan met me at the door wearing a bath robe.
"Go on upstairs and get into what I'm wearing. There's a spare robe lying on your bed. Kathy and I are downstairs playing pool. Whenever you get changed, hurry down. I think you'll like the game we thought up this evening."
I kept thinking what we'd be doing later with Kathy as I climbed the stairs. There was the bath robe as Stan had said. I got out of my clothes. My prick had risen in expectation. I put on the robe, went to the bathroom, put cold water on my penis to make it go down. With a last look in the mirror and a quick comb through my hair, I went down to the basement. Stan had just missed a shot when I got there. His sister bent over the table for her shot. Both were nude.
"Watch her tits," he whispered to me as she lined up the balls.
Kathy bent so low to the table her nipples touched the green felt. Her arm went back pulling a breast with it. She stroked the ball, missed the shot. Her tits wiggled like very firm gelatin.
"Oh, damn!" she breathed.
"Sister! What language!" Stan laughed.
His next shot was tough. He had to lean way over the table. His genitals flopped onto the felt as he positioned himself. He proceeded to make the next shot and run the table.
"What do you think of our game, nude pool?" he asked while he racked the balls for another game.
"Interesting."
"Want to play?"
"Sure. Why not?" I said, dropping my robe over a chair.
"Well, you two can play," Kathy said. "I'm going to sit this one out. I'm tired of pool for awhile." She put her robe back on.
The game went much more quickly from the last time I played when Stan and I were drunk. I couldn't help but notice the way Kathy stared at our pricks all through the game. With the finish of the game, Stan put his robe on.
"Come on. Let's watch television."
"Swell."
The three of us sat around and looked at the screen. Anytime we'd want to make a comment we would. This seemed to liven up rather unfunny comedies.
"Mom went to Northington for the weekend," Kathy said.
"Why?"
"Two reasons. Real estate's one. The other is that she's thinking seriously of installing a swimming pool in our back yard. That would be groovy."
"I hope we get one," Stan said.
"So do I," said his sister. "We could have a lot of fun plus get a great tan."
"We'd have to get a high protective fence, though."
"Yeah. Protection from the neighbors. Did you see that old lecher next door look at Mother? I thought he was going to rape her on the spot."
"Not only for Mother. For us, too. We'd have to get an all-over tan. Without a fence, we'd be charged in no time with indecent exposure."
"Smart brother."
"When will you know if you'll get it or not?"
"Tomorrow when Mom returns," Stan said.
"If we get one, you'll have to come over more often," grinned Kathy.
We watched the late movie before we headed upstairs. Again, just thinking about the night ahead, my cock started to harden.
"Whose bedroom should we use?" Kathy asked.
"Why not yours?" her brother said. "Okay."
We followed her into her room. She threw off the robe, bounced back on the bed. She moved her legs wide apart, put her hands behind her head.
"Who's going to be first?" she smiled. "What's this 'first' business?" Stan asked. "I thought you'd take both of us on at once, Sis."
"Okay. How do you want to do it?"
"Tom gets your mouth and I get your cunt."
"Let's go," she smiled.
Stan licked his sister's pussy. When he thought her wet enough, he raised up, put his cock into her. His prick fit all the way into her.
"Come on, Tom. Straddle my head," she coaxed.
"It might be easier this way," I suggested.
I knelt next to her head. She turned towards me, opened her mouth to accept my organ. The warm tongue moved rapidly over the glans. While her brother nicked her cunt, her mouth moved back and forth' on me. The three of us worked out strong. Stan began to grunt and speed up. He poured his jazz into his sister. Kathy's mouth sucked the head of my cock, masturbated the shaft with her hand. She pressed the penis firmly, jacked me off faster. I shot my white cream to the back of her throat.
"That tasted good," Kathy said sexily.
"Then clean mine," her brother said.
She rotated on the bed, cleaned Stan with her tongue. When all the sperm was off his organ and pubic hair and in her mouth, she sat up with a big smile on her face.
"Brother, I don't want to hurt your masculinity but Tom tastes better than you do."
"Does that mean you won't suck me off any more?"
"Of course not, silly. I'll suck you whenever you want."
"Thanks, Sis. Hey, look. I think Tom's ready for another round with you."
"Want to try my pussy this time?" she said, looking at my stiff cock. "God, you never seem to lose that hard-on."
"Sorry," I laughed.
"Don't be sorry," she said with a wink. "It's one of your greatest features."
"Go ahead, Tom. I'll watch," urged Stan.
"No. I'll wait for you. Will it take you too long to get it up?"
"I'll try to make it rise quickly."
Kathy and I lay back on the bed while her brother beat his meat. It was long and swollen when he began. He pulled and yanked it. His hand pulled on his nuts. Finally, he was stiff and strong and ready to go.
"Let's go," he smiled.
"Okay. Why don't you two give me a double fuck?"
"What's that?" I asked.
"Put your cock into Kathy's pussy when you see us ready."
"Hold it," she said. "I'll need some vasoline." She went to her bathroom, returned with a gob of jelly on her finger. She knelt on the bed, rubbed it up her crack, placing a lot of it on her asshole.
"Any for my prick?" Stan asked.
"No. Rub a little off my crack."
He moved behind the crouched girl, moved his prick up and down the furrow. When he pulled back, I could see his cock covered with the lubricant. He sat next to her on the bed. She stood up, spread her ass cheek as far as possible. Stan moved his prick with his hand till he located her anus.
"It's there," he said. "Sit down."
She wiggled and worked herself down on his rigid cock. At first, there looked like pain in her face but as she took every inch of him, the look of pain changed to a look of pleasure.
"Feels good," she said. Her hands opened her cunt. "Okay, Tom, come on in the front door."
I slipped my prick into her vagina. She let go of her love lips. Her arms went around my neck.
"Pump away, boys!"
Stan and I picked up a steady rhythm. I wondered how her asshole could take the pummeling. From the reaction on her face and the strength of her kisses, she must be enjoying every stroke. Her tits weaved against my chest. This time, Stan and I came simultaneously. Kathy had already come twice. We disentangled our bodies.
"I'm spent," Stan said, holding up his limp peter.
"How about you, Tom," his sister smiled devilishly.
"I don't think so." My cock drooped but was still large. Although red, it still looked like it had some life in it.
"Well, then I think I'll leave you two alone for the night," he said, taking his robe and heading for the door.
"If it comes up again, you know where to bring it for a work-out," Kathy said.
"I have a feeling that it won't come up again tonight," he said, flipping his rope-like penis up and down. "Well, you two have fun." He left for his room, closing the door behind him.
"We have the night together, Tom. I want to see if I can make your peter as limp as Stan's."
"What if I don't quit?"
"Then I'll be defeated in a glorious, well-fucked contest."
"How do you want to start?"
"Why not with me on top?"
"Okay." She eyed my sagging prick. "Don't worry. Put it in that warm, wet pussy of yours and it'll stick straight up."
I lay back on the bed. Kathy mounted me as she would mount a horse. She took my cock, wiggled it, pulled the skin up and down to make it a bit stiffer. When thought to be rigid enough, she stuffed it into her cunt. The pleasant sensation caused my prick to grow to full length.
"It's neat feeling it get bigger while in me," she whispered. "Then work it, lover," I said, raising my hips, moving deeper into her twat.
I didn't have to say it twice. She bounced up and down on my dick. Her eyes were closed, taking in all the wonderful feeling of something filling her cunt. She raised her head.
"Play with my nipples," she moaned.
My hand kneaded the tits, moving roughly across the ends. My fingers tweeked the nipples, then massaged them. Kathy's face was a face of passion. So beautiful. Her body so supple and firm. She shook with her first orgasm. I kept her moving with the aid of my hands till he regained her action.
"That one was good," she said.
"How about another?"
She added a new movement to her rising-falling ass. She moved it around. My hands continued to work on her tits. I could tell she was building to another come. She bucked harder, sinking down hard onto my staff. She moaned slightly, completely stopped. She looked like someone who had fallen asleep with a cock in her."
"Kathy?" She didn't answer. "Kathy?" I shook her arm. She opened her eyes dreamily, smiled. "Roll over with me," I said.
Without letting my cock slip out of her, I rolled her over onto her back. My hands spread her legs wide. Now I was the master of the situation and fucked that beautiful cunt hard. Her ass wiggled slightly. She opened her mouth, extended a wiggling tongue. I sucked it in with my mouth. It wasn't long before she cried softly, bit down on my tongue. Her third orgasm. I still didn't let up.
"That dick of yours is ruining my cunt."
"Should I stop?"
"Oh, no! Don't stop. It's so good."
We kept grinding away. In and out. In and out. She had loosened so much I was, for the first time, in her almost to the hilt. My balls banged off her ass. Her tongue moved in my mouth. Her fingers raked across my back. I could feel my sperm building at the base of my cock.
"It's ready," I told her.
"Good! Good! Shoot it in me!"
With a final thrust, my prick penetrated far into her pussy and delivered its load. We lay in each others arms a long time. When I took my cock out, the dried juices of our love clung stickily to our bellies.
"Another?" I asked.
"Oh, no!" Her eyes were closed. She looked content, secure. "Sleep. Put your arm around me."
"But our contest?" I said, putting her head on my shoulder.
"You know who won." She drifted to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Within the next two weeks, the Boyd's had their swimming pool installed. The entire family extended their invitation for me and my mother to stop by for a swim anytime. My mother called Mrs. Boyd to thank her for the thought bug said she no longer swam. However, I did.
With the summer weather so hot, I usually made it over to the pool about two o'clock or so. It was perfect for the back yard. Inside a high wooden fence, the pool was twenty by fifty feet. There was a diving board at the deep end. I'd say the pool could hold about fifteen people comfortably. Mrs. Boyd had carpeted the side with green carpeting. It looked like grass but would not tear up under wet feet.
Stan and I used it first. We swam and played around in it for an hour or so. Then he got out of the pool, pulled off his wet trunks, threw them against the fence.
"Join me," he said.
"What if the neighbors should see?"
"They can't see over the fence."
"What if your mother should come out?"
"She's inside working on stocks of something. She won't be done till late tonight."
"Your sister?"
"What about my sister? You aren't still bashful in front of her, are you?"
"No, I'm not," I replied as I scrambled from the pool. My trunks were soon next to Stan's. He dived in the water and I followed.
"See?" he said. "No one can see you when you're in the water. Everything's perfectly safe even if my mother comes. But I don't think she'd be offended. You're prick's nothing to be bashful about."
"Hi, guys!" Kathy came cheerily to poolside. She was wearing a white, terry cloth robe.
"Hi, Sis. Going to sun or swim?"
"Swim, then sun."
"Come on in then," I said.
She took off her robe. She stood nude. I turned my head.
"Tom, don't turn away," Kathy said. "Remember your trunks are against the fence."
I smiled. She got into the pool, got wet a bit, and hopped back to dry land. With the carpet, she didn't need a towel. She lay on her stomach, soaked in the sun.
"I'm going to see how Mom's doing. Maybe I can get her to come out for a little swim," Stan said.
"Tell me before you do."
"Stay in the pool, Tom. And don't worry." Stan got out of the pool, slipped into his trunks, went to the house. Kathy turned her head to the water.
"Mom's too busy. She won't be out."
"How do you know?"
"I was sitting around. I walked near the library where she was working. I didn't think I disturbed her but she turned and told me to go out for a swim. She won't say that to Stan but she won't come out either. Mom'll probably explain to him what she's doing. She'd really like him to help her take over the funds."
"Well, why didn't you tell your brother?"
"I wanted to be alone with you," she said, getting up, coming to the pool. She got into the water and came over to me.
"I wanted to touch your wet body." Her hands reached below the water to my testicles. "Ooooooo, they're so small."
"Cold water, you know."
"They feel like tiny chestnuts."
"They still do their job."
"Can they do their job now?"
"I suppose."
Kathy dived beneath the surface, taking my cock into her mouth. Due to lack of air, she didn't stay down too long. She came back up.
"That's hard on the lungs," she panted.
"Use your hand," I winked.
Her hand moved over my organ slowly. The water and her hand felt smooth. It was as if my cock were well greased and she moved in slow motion. Before long, I was erect.
"Ready now," I said.
She jumped in the water, landed on top of my prick. She put her arms around my shoulders. The weight felt light.
"Walk around. This feels wild," she said. So around the pool I went carrying Kathy Boyd on my erect cock.
"Are you through with the games?" I stopped and asked.
"Why? Do you have a better game?"
"Yes." I lifted her off the top of my member. "It's called 'Spear the Hairy Fish'."
"How do we play?" she grinned.
"Look down into the water. See the hairy fish." I pointed to her pussy. "See the spear and thrusts off. She still can't get off it."
"Like this?"
"Yes," I said while she fucked at my cock. "She twists and rotates but still can't free herself. But the spear feels that he might not be able to hold the hairy fish." I shot my semen into Kathy. "Finally, the battle's over. With a final effort, the spear releases its sticky substance and loses its strength."
"Will he be able to go after the hair fish again?"
"Oh, sure. He just has to be left alone till he's made the necessary repairs."
"This is the first time the spear's died before the hair fish," she said, running her hands through her pubic hair, removing the globs of jazz which had coagulated in the water.
"You're right. This time the spear hasn't been hunting alone for the last two nights."
"Interesting." She got out of the pool. While she was going to an area to sun, Stan came back.
"Mom isn't going to come out now."
"That's what I thought," Kathy said. He looked at his sister, then to her pussy. It was a bit puffy.
"You knew Mother wasn't going to come out, didn't you?"
"Well, I kind of suspected," she grinned.
"Did you two have a good time?" he said to me.
"Yes. I taught your sister a new game."
"New game?"
"Yes, she said. "It's called 'Spear the Hairy Fish'."
"Any good?" Stan got into the pool. "A lot of fun. I'll have to teach it to you sometime," she smiled.
I swam at their pool two to three times a week. In the first two weeks, I didn't see Mrs. Boyd use the pool once. Kathy, Stan, and I did, however. The days when their mother wasn't home turned into poolside sex parties. Once I asked if their mother swam or not. They said she did but usually in the evening. Mrs. Boyd sunned in the early morning, I found out.
Perhaps that's one of the reasons why I was surprised to find Mrs. Boyd outside by the pool one day when I came over. I had knocked on the front door as I usually did to call Stan. Mrs. Boyd heard the knock.
"I'm in the back by the pool, Tom," her voice said.
I walked around to the pool. She was laying face down, completely nude.
"Is....is Stan, uh, around?"
"No. Kathy had to take him to a specialist about his allergies. The only man who can do it is fifty miles away. I'm sorry but you just missed them. They left about fifteen minutes ago."
"Well, uh, then, I guess I'd better be going."
"Why?" she smiled as she looked up to me. She raised the top of her body enough to allow me to see the top of the valley between her large breasts. "You can stay and swim. Besides, I need company."
"Yes, Mrs. Boyd, but you're....I mean that I...."
"Don't worry because I'm naked. I believe the three of you swim in the raw, don't you?"
"Yes, but it isn't the same."
"Yes, it is. Or don't you like me?" she grinned.
"Oh, yes. I like you a great deal."
"Then get your clothes off or do I have to help you?" She started to raise up further.
"No! I'll do it myself." I unbuttoned my shirt, undid my trousers. Soon I was nude also. I could feel my embarrassment to the tips of my toes. It's one thing to strip in front of another mother but when the mother is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, strange things happen to your body. And right now, I could feel my cock get longer, ready to rise. Mrs. Boyd looked at it and smiled. I moved toward the pool.
"No, don't get in yet. Let me watch it get hard," she said softly.
I stood at the water's edge, looking down at myself. With each beat of my heart, my prick jerked a little firmer, a little higher. It stood out straight and kept getting bigger. Finally, it was terribly hard, arching like an Arabian sword toward the sky. I looked pathetically to Mrs. Boyd.
"Okay. You can get into the water now if you want. Don't dive. You might hurt it."
In the pool, I swam around till my hard-on went down. I looked at Mrs. Boyd laying with her eyes closed. Her body was so perfect. She was such a gorgeous woman. It was about then when I realized that I'd have to exit the pool in front of her.
"Tom, will you go into the house and get me a gin and tonic, please?" Mrs. Boyd said. "You can use my robe."
I got out of the pool and into her robe as quickly as possible. It seemed as if all the family had large, white, terry cloth robes. After I made the drink, I returned it to her at poolside.
"Take off that robe and sit next to me," she said.
I took off the robe and lay next to her, face down. When she lifted her head to sip the drink, a tit swung free from beneath her body. She was unconcerned and lay back down, her head turned toward me.
"Don't lay on your stomach. I want to see what makes you a man."
I rolled over. I closed my eyes, trying to free Mrs. Boyd from my mind. Here I was next to her naked body. Her image was too strong. Fight it, I said to myself, but my cock knew what I was thinking. In no time, it rested stiffly upward on my stomach.
"I'm sorry for this," I said, nodding to my erection.
"Why? It's even better in person than in pictures."
"Pictures?"
"Kathy and yourself at your house."
God! She knew I fucked her daughter. I didn't know what to say. Her face looked entirely calm.
"Wondering why I don't yell and scream at you?"
"Yes," I said quietly.
"Why? Didn't both of you enjoy yourselves?"
"Yes."
"Was there any harm done?"
"No," I said.
"Then everything's fine with you and Kathy and me."
"But, Mrs. Boyd....."
She reached over to place her fingers gently over my lips.
"Call me Ellen."
Many thoughts passed through my mind. I could and should call her by her first name. Her hands were so soft and cool. Mrs. Boyd-Ellen-was exotically exciting. The only thing I could think of saying was trivia.
"Ellen, this is the first time I've seen you at the pool."
"Morning sun, evening swim. I don't want to get in the way of Stan and Kathy." Maybe it was the nearness of age the way she didn't say "children" but referred to Stan and Kathy as nearly equals to herself.
"Don't you like to be around them?"
"Oh, yes. Maybe what I said sounded badly. I swim with them every now and then but privately."
"I see."
We lay back, stopped talking. I must have dozed. The next thing I remember Mrs. Boyd over my body. She knelt beside me and bent forward. Her shadow covered the upper part of me. Her hand touched my shoulder.
"Tom, let me rub it on you or you'll get burned."
"Mrs. B....Ellen, I can do it."
"I know but let me." Her oiled hands worked on my chest. Her firm globes swayed back and forth.
"Tell me what you're doing this summer," she said.
"Mowing lawns every morning except Sunday to make enough money to go to college."
"How much do you earn?"
"About a hundred a week."
"I have a proposition for you," she said, moving her hands to my abdomen, directly above the tip of my hard-on.
"What?"
"How would you like to become my gardener? You'd work everyday on the lawn, flowers, and shrubs in the morning for five days a week, like you do now. Your hours would be eight till noon. For your work, I'll give you $120 per week."
"All that money for only twenty hours of work?"
"Yes. I need someone to take care of my lawn and a professional would cost me a lot more."
"I'll have to let my customers know during the next week. That means I could start in eight days."
"Does that mean yes?"
"Yes!"
With my answer, her hands moved to my cock. She smiled at me while she pulled the skin up and down over my organ. Fingers touched my low-hanging nuts.
"Ellen, you shouldn't," I said, thinking that she was still my friends' mother, no matter how young she looked or how free thinking she was.
"But I want to jack you off," she said clearly-
Her hands were smooth, soft, and well-practiced. They moved expertly over my organ till my cock was ready to burst. It quivered, throbbed, literally squirted its liquid onto my body. The semen hit my stomach, chest, over my shoulder.
"I don't think I can remember any man I've know being able to come as strong," she said, wiping my body with her towel. "Hop into the pool to refresh."
When I got back out of the water, Ellen Boyd was putting on her robe. I picked up my towel, dried myself, began to put on my own clothing.
"That's enough sun for today. Stan and Kathy should be returning shortly and if I know Stan, he'll want supper right away." She moved to me till the front of her body touched mine. "You'll be the one who works over my lawn?" she whispered.
"Yes. In a week."
"In a week." She smiled, kissed my lips quickly. Before I had a chance to react, she was in the house.
CHAPTER FIVE
The people I worked for were very understanding. Most had assumed that I'd find a better job soon and stop mowing their lawns. They thanked me for being courteous and always coming every week. Some of them even gave me a tip when I left. My last week I earned $140 dollars.
My first day at the Boyd's started very humorously. I clipped the hedges till about nine. Then I started the lawn mower. Stan's head popped from the second floor bedroom. His lips moved but I couldn't hear him. I shorted the lawn mower.
"What are you doing here?" he asked. "I'm your new garderner.'"
"New gardener?" Mom hire you?"
"Yes. A week ago."
"Well, couldn't you mow about ten or so. That noise woke me."
"It's time for you to get up anyway," his mother said, coming around the house dressed for town. "Tom can start the mower anytime after nine o'clock. Continue, Tom."
"But, Mom, I...." My mower turned over and I didn't hear another word. I watched while Stan tried to convince his mother to have me start at a later time. She just smiled, shook her head. Finally, he pulled his head back into the house, Mrs. Boyd looked at me, smiled, waved good-bye.
Their lawn was large but not extremely gigantic. I finished it in about an hour. For the remaining two hours, I finished trimming the shrubs. By the time I had cleaned the branches from the lawn and my lawn mower, it was a little past twelve. I heard Stan and Kathy in the pool.
"Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep," I laughed.
"Well, you won. Mother stuck for you."
"That was nice of her."
"You're all hot and dirty," Kathy said. "Why don't you go into the house, shower, and come out and join us."
"I would but I don't have any fresh clothes to put on. I'm going to get some cold water and be right back." I returned with a glass of water filled with ice, sat in a comfortable outdoor chair at the side of the pool.
"What are you going to do around the lawn?"
"Well, first get it in shape. Trimming the hedges should take another day. Then start on the flower beds. Finally, edge around the trees and trim the areas meeting the sidewalks and buildings. All of that should take about a week. I also intend to mow the lawn every other day. After everything's in shape, I'll be able to water the lawn for the final hour and keep everything neat daily. How's that for a resume?"
"Sounds good. It's difficult to believe my mother hired you."
"Why?" Kathy asked. "Maybe she saw something that he has that she likes'"
"Maybe you're right," her brother smiled.
"Tom, bring some extra clothes tomorrow. Then you can change when you 're through and join us."
"Sounds like a good idea to me."
The next day Kathy met me when I came into the yard. I had an overnight bag with extra clothes. She took the bag from me while I pushed the lawnmower.
"I realized," I said with a smile, "that the only time I'm going to push this back and forth, from your house to mine is when I have to mow the lawn at home."
"Come on and put your things away." I followed her into the house to the guest room. "Put your stuff in the drawers and closet. Anything you want washed leave in the bathroom. If you want to shave or need anything which you didn't bring, use Stan's. How's that?"
"Fine. I'd better get busy on the lawn."
"Wait." Kathy sank back onto a bed in the room, lifted her skirt. Her cunt winked at me. "Before you start?" she purred.
"No. It would tire me too much for work. I work for a good four hours. Later." I blew her a kiss, turned my back on her tight pussy. She got from the bed, ran to me, turned me around. "Later?"
"Later," I smiled.
The work went very quickly. It was no time till noon. I whistled as I walked the steps to the guest shower. I couldn't help think how great it was to be working at a friend's house where they offered me everything they had to offer plus paying me more than I could make any place else. I took off my sweaty clothes, adjusted the shower. There was a bar of soap and towel handy. I stepped into the shower. The water on my back felt good. The door to the bath opened. The showed door slid aside and Kathy was in the shower with me.
"Hi!" she smiled.
"Hi. What are you doing here?"
"I thought this was later."
"It is but what about your mother?"
"What about her?"
"She could catch us."
"She won't though. She won't disturb us at all."
"How can you be sure?"
"She knows I'm here. I told her."
"You told her!"
"Yes. You and Mom did talk about Stan's pictures of us, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Then what's the problem?" She smiled and kissed me.
"No problem, I guess. What do you want to do in here?"
"First, wash you. Then we'll see."
"Okay." I handed her the wash cloth and soap.
I turned my back to her while she lathered my back and legs. Her soapy hands carefully washed my ass. I turned for her to do the front of my body. Quickly, she washed my arms and chest. Kathy knelt in the tub to do my legs. When she reached my genitals, she put the wash cloth aside. Her gentle hands, filled with lather, cleaned my penis and testicles. Her hands felt more like a nurse's hands than a sexy young girl's. My cock remained in place while she worked around it.
"Rinse your front," she said. "Then turn back around."
I did as she asked. Her hands moved to my genitals once more but this time they moved differently. They were the hands of a seductress. When my cock began to rise, she bobbed for it with her mouth. When it was inside, she didn't move her head but wiggled her tongue against the glans. It stiffened to full-size between her lips. Her hands went to the cheeks of my ass, pushed and pulled me into her. I understood what she wanted. While she remained motionless, I moved my hips back and forth, forcing my prick in and out of her mouth. In a bit, I could feel myself getting ready. I touched her hair. She nodded slightly to show me she knew what was going to happen. My cock spurted and she grabbed the cheeks of my ass in order to pull my cock as deep into her throat as possible. She sucked away my last drop.
"You haven't been satisfied," I said, helping Kathy to her feet. The tub was slippery. The shower was still running.
"Satisfy me on the bed," she said. I turned the shower off. We stepped out, dried each other, went to the guest room.
"Use your mouth," she said, laying back on a bed with her legs over the side, her knees spread wide. I hesitated. "Have you ever done it before?" she asked, raising her head.
"No."
"Then I'll teach you. You'll like it. My brother loves the taste of cunt juice. It's really simple. At the top part of my slit inside, you'll find a little hard spot. It's called a clitoris. On some women, it's real big. Mom's is a good size. Mine's bigger than most girls my age but still only average. Anyway, make love to it with your lips, mouth, and tongue. It's very similar to your glans. Lick it and suck it. It's great when you work over my entire cunt with your mouth but that's the spot that'll never fail. Okay?"
"I think so. Can you show me your clitoris?"
Kathy opened her pussy with both hands. She rubbed the opening till a little pink bud appeared. Her fingers touched it softly. "That's my clit."
I pushed her back, removed her hands from her twat. I spread the lips, lowered my head. At first, my tongue licked the inside of her vagina tasting only the water from our shower. But my tongue couldn't get rid of all the wetness. My nose told me that now I wasn't licking water. I didn't think the smell was too pleasant but then I grew used to it. Her cunt tasted good, too. My tongue moved around and around inside her. I couldn't get enough of her cunt into my mouth. My mouth sucked, my tongue licked. My head moved upward to her clit. My tongue moved slowly around the bud till it grew longer, harder. Then I flicked my tongue quickly across it. Kathy went wild on the bed. She wiggled her ass to open her cunt as far apart as I could and sucked the clit. She bucked at my head but I wouldn't let go. While I sucked and ran my tongue over it, Kathy pulled my head into her, spent her juices into my mouth. I lay on the bed while she licked her own wetness from my face. "How was I?"
"Great! You've never eaten a girl before?"
"No."
"I don't know if you fuck better with your beautiful dick or suck better with your wonderful tongue."
"That makes me a double threat."
"Right."
"Let's go for a swim," I suggested, getting from the bed.
Going to the pool, we passed Ellen Boyd. She looked at us smiling, looked to her daughter questioningly.
"He's a double threat," Kathy grinned.
I didn't see either of the women for the next few days. Stan was always around and we had fun swimming, playing catch, and the other things boys do during the summertime. But Friday came-pay day. I hadn't seen Stan's mother for a couple of days. Stan told me she had been Out of town with Kathy but they were back. He thought his mother was in her bedroom and I should go ask her about my pay. I said that I didn't think I should disturb her in her room, I could wait. He said to go ahead, it was all right.
I still wasn't convinced it was the proper thing to do. I went quietly up the front stairs. There were noises coming from Mrs. Boyd's bedroom. It sounded like Kathy and her mother. I didn't mean to listen but the hallway was long and the bedroom door was open.
"Tell me about him again," Mrs. Boyd said.
"What do you want to hear?"
"Tell me when you blew him."
"Stan was pumping my pussy, he was kneeling next to my head. I opened my mouth around his big, long prick. I tried to put it all in but it was too big, had to settle for the head. My mouth really worked it over. Stan shot first and still he didn't shoot. So I tried to toss him off with my hand while keeping the cock head between my lips. He can do it forever. Finally, he poured his come into my mouth. 'Poured' is a bad word. 'Shot his come' is a better description what he did. His jazz didn't touch my tongue but went right to my throat. His balls sure bring up the power. And sperm! You saw him."
"Yes, I saw him."
"Well?"
"I want Tom to fuck me," Mrs. Boyd said distinctly.
Me! They were talking about me! And Ellen Boyd wanted me to fuck her! I couldn't believe my ears. I knew that the three of them found out things about each other. Now I realized exactly how detailed their accounts were. Beautiful Ellen Boyd wanted to fuck me, wanted my prick deep inside her. My heart beat, leaped.
"Don't do that, Mother. Let me."
"Are you sure."
"It's so beautiful and shouldn't be taken by your own fingers. Let me use my tongue."
I moved to the open door. The bed was protected but the two women's reflection could be clearly seen in the bureau mirror. Both were naked. Ellen had a finger in her pussy. Kathy was sliding to the floor.
"Kathy!"
"Please, Mother. Your juice is so wonderful."
Ellen Boyd abandoned herself to her daughters mouth. Kathy opened the slit, moved her head forward. I couldn't see what she was doing clearly. However, in the perfectly quiet house, the loving mouth made a slurping sound. Ellen rubbed her large tits. Her daughter's neck muscles showed clearly as she tried to push her head deeper into the open cunt. Ellen put her legs over Kathy's shoulders. Her hands moved through her daughter's hair. Ellen wiggled her hips, moaned loudly, sank back onto the mattress.
"Better, Mother?"
"No! I'm still hot as hell!"
"You and Tom will be a good match," Kathy smiled.
"Oh, Tom! Tom!"
"Can I help you in any way?"
"Yes. Get the double ended dildo from the dresser."
"Both of us?"
"Yes. I want to help you, too."
Kathy got up from her knees, went to the dresser, took out a wooden case. She opened it and took out a firm rubber object which looked like an exceptionally long prick. However, both ends looked like the cock heads. Returning to the bed, she wet the ends in her mouth.
"Put it in, Kathy." Ellen held open her pussy.
She got onto the bed with her mother. She inserted one end in the beautiful reclining body and the other end into her own cunt. She lay flat on top of Ellen.
"Fuck me," Kathy whispered.
Both bodies pumped against each other. Kathy lifted the top of her body, rubbed her nipples against the two delectable globes beneath her. Ellen grabbed Kathy's head, brought her lips to her own. Their tongues met. The dildo did its job, working in and out of the two women's cunts. Kathy freed herself from her mother's mouth.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" she panted.
Her orgasm broke over her entire body. Ellen's head moved from side to side. She still wasn't satisfied. Kathy moved off the pseudo-prick. She crouched next to the hot pussy. Her hand grasped the dildo and continued the fucking motion. Faster and faster her hand moved. Ellen's ass rose and fell to the rhythm. She pushed her daughter's hand away, took the object in her own hand. Her hand moved faster, faster. Kathy moved up her body to suck one of the nipples while her other hand kneaded the second tit. Ellen began to moan loudly. She was reaching her peak. She was there. Ellen sank back on the bed weakly, her hand limply dropping from the dido which filled her cunt. Kathy removed the pleasure-giving object, licked it clean. Then she replaced it in its case and returned it to the bureau drawer.
"Thank you," Ellen said very softly.
"Oh, Mother. I love you so much, so very much." She threw herself down next to her mother, put her arms around the woman's neck. I left them in their embrace.
I didn't get paid that Friday. I didn't mention what I saw to Stan. A week passed when Kathy came up to me with a message from her mother. I had just showered.
"Mom wants to see you. I think she wants to pay you for your two weeks of work."
"Great."
"The yard looks awfully good."
"Thank you. Where's your mother?"
"In her bedroom. She's been working too hard this last week. I think she's exhausted."
I thanked Kathy for telling me and went to her mother's bedroom. I knocked before I entered.
"Come in."
"It's me, Tom. Kathy said you wanted to see me."
Ellen was on her bed, propped up with two pillows behind her back. She wore a blue nightie trimmed with lace. Her eyes looked tired but her hair and make-up were in perfect order.
"Yes, Tom. I had a feeling that you might want to get paid after two weeks of work."
"Yes, the money would help."
"My check book is in the drawer." She pointed to the top drawer of her bureau. "If you'd be kind enough to bring it to me along with a pen."
I opened the drawer. Her check book was there, lying next to the wooden case which I had seen removed a week ago by Kathy. There was a pen on the top of the bureau. I handed them to Ellen.
"Two weeks work at $120 a week would be $240, correct/" she asked, writing out the amount.
"Yes." She finished writing, handed it to me. I looked as it to be sure it was correct. Ellen handed me the check book and pen. I replaced them.
"Tom, stay awhile. Talk with me." I nodded and sat in a chair near her bed. "Is the lawn difficult to do?"
"Not now. I'm sure it will look terrific by the end of the summer. I hope to have it without a single weed and very green."
"That sounds good."
"I should be able to do it."
"Fine.' ' She. sat straight up. "Do me a favor and puff up my pillows?"
I moved to her bed,, knelt beside her while my hands tossed the sacks of feathers. My eyes wandered down the front of her nightie.
"Sit next to me and do me another favor? she asked.
"Sure."
"Kiss me."
I put my arms around her, kissed her deeply. Our tongues played with each other. I felt her hands work unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled back from her and she took my shirt from my arms. A sparkle had returned to her eyes.
"Stay with me this afternoon," Ellen whispered.
I nodded while her fingers found the fastenings on my pants. I felt her breasts through the shear material. My pants opened. I stood, pushed them to my ankles with my shorts, kicked them off. Sitting next to her, I lifted the nightie over her head. She pushed the covers aside, raised her hips. I grabbed the elastic band of the panties, jerked them from her body. I stared at her beautiful, naked body.
"Love me," she whispered, pulling my body over hers.
My cock was prepared for action. I reached down, held it in my hand. The prick head passed through the mat of pubic hair to Ellen's moist cunt. She, too, was ready. Her lips found mine. Her legs wrapped themselves around the base of my back while her hips squirmed to get me deeper into the hot pussy. With very few strokes, my cock was buried to the hilt. The wiry hair surrounding our organs mixed.
I couldn't help but compare mother to daughter. Kathy was young, full of life. Her body was that of a girl mature for her age but still a girl. Ellen was a woman. Her body was ripe. Her movements sure, experienced. Someday Kathy could only hope to be like her perfect mother.
"It's so good inside me," Ellen moaned. "A little longer. A little longer."
"Whenever you please," I said, smiling down at her, moving to a rapid beat.
She brought her head to mine, her tongue to mine. I felt long, cool fingers travel down my back to my ass. She parted the cheeks, rubbed the crack. One finger circled round and round my asshole. She removed her hand, broke from our kiss. After putting the finger into her mouth for the necessary wetness, she dropped her hands to my ass again. Slowly, the moistened finger eased up my shit tube.
"like that?" she said, moving her fingers in and out to the motion of our fucking hips. "Yes!"
"Good because I like doing it to you."
Our pleasure was building higher and higher. Ellen's hips moved frantically. I was going to come, too. She tried to eat my cock with her cunt. She raised her hips to meet mine, squeezed her cunt tightly around my organ. We experienced a simultaneous climax.
I moved off her body leaving a trail of jism from her drenched cunt across her thigh to the end of my prick. The finger she had in my ass hole she licked clean.
"Even your shit tastes good," she smiled.
"You're beautiful, Ellen," I heard myself say.
"You like me?"
"Oh, yes."
"Better than Kathy?"
"Better than Kathy."
"Tom, I like you, too. Maybe I like you too much. You're one of the few men I've ever known who has been able to come when I did. Most shoot much too quickly."
"I'm always way after Kathy."
"I know," Ellen said, kissing my cheek. "She also said you were ready to go again in almost no time."
"Yes. Look." We looked at my cock which was nearly as large and hard as before.
"Ellen, I want to do something which I have wanted to do ever since I was near you at the pool."
"What?"
"Kathy gave me my instructions."
"Oh, I know. Go ahead if you want to."
I scooted down the bed to position myself between her open thighs. Her cunt was fuller than her daughter's and surrounded by more hair. The juices of our recent fuck made the bush look even more tempting. I lowered my head to eat her. I must have looked and sounded like a cow munching on moist grass. Ellen was delicious. I found that I did like the taste of cunt. My hands spread her love lips. My tongue found the slit. I cleaned the inside of her vagina walls. Her hand tapped my shoulder. I raised my head.
"Let me taste you, too," she said.
I swiveled till my knees were on either side of her head. Her hands directed my cock into her open mouth. One of her hands held my cock in place while the other rolled my nuts. As she was giving me such a wonderful blow job, I continued to suck her cunt. I put my hands around her thighs to open her wider. I looked down and saw her asshole, brown and puckered. Raising my head, I wetted a finger in her own juice, directed the finger into her shit hole. Ellen moaned with pleasure and pulled my dick deep into her throat. I could feel her tongue work around my shaft. My mouth found her clit. I sucked it gently, gradually increasing the suction. Her mouth felt so good. My mouth was doing the same for her. She took her hands from my cock, placed them on my head. With my prick still deep in her throat, my hips fucked her mouth. Her hands clutched my head, her hips tossed. I continued sucking and licked the pink love bud while my finger penetrated her anus. It didn't take us long to explode in each others awaiting mouth. When some of my jazz pured from her lips, she removed her hands from my head to hold my dick in place. She jerked the skin back and forth to get the last drops. I licked her brown shit from my finger, turned, kissed my juice from her lips and cheeks. Ellen kissed me with open mouth to take back every bit of juice which I had cleaned from her own face.
"I may be in love with you, Tom," she said quietly, slowly. "But I can't, I can't. I'm twice your age."
"Age means nothing. I'm half your age and I love you."
"Oh, you're so nice," she kissed me. I could see that she was going to cry like a school girl.
"Don't cry," I said, putting my arm around her.
"I'm so happy. I can't help it."
"Maybe we can be lovers," I suggested.
"Oh, yes! Lovers."
"But what about Stan and Kathy?"
"They've known about the lovers I've had before. You'll be my lover here in Frankton. Is that okay?"
"For awhile."
"For awhile," she smiled. She was becoming calmer.
"By the way, how free are you with Stan and Kathy."
"Very free."
"How free is that?"
"Kathy respects me. Maybe it's because she sees so much of herself in me. We have a loving relationship."
"I know. I saw you last week in the mirror. You didn't close your bedroom door."
"Then you know how much we love each other."
"Yes. I think I can even understand both of you."
"Good. You know Kathy was the one who told me that you might be able to make me happy?"
"I'll have to thank her for the recommendation."
"You do that."
"What about Stan?"
"I allow Stan to take whatever liberties he wants to with Kathy but none with me. It isn't that I'm morally opposed to sleeping with my own son but I'm afraid what might happen inside me. I may need him sometime. I don't want to beg Stan to fuck me. Another thing is it's better for me. When he finds a girl to marry, I won't be the least bit jealous sexually."
"I see."
"Do you really?"
"I think so."
"You're so wonderful," Ellen said with another kiss.
"What about us?"
"Like it always has been. You are still friends of Stan and Kathy, you know. But now you are my secret lover also."
"When do we see each other?"
"As often as possible."
I looked at the clock on Ellen's night stand. It said four o'clock. I had to leave.
"Ellen, I have to get home before five."
"Go. Everything must appear as normal as can be."
"I hope I can appear normal."
"I don't see why you can't. You appeared perfectly normal while you were sleeping with my daughter."
I grinned, dressed. Before I left the room, I moved to her, kissed her gently.
"I love you," she whispered.
No matter what she said to me, we didn't see each other Monday or Tuesday or next week. I began to think that Ellen wanted me for a moment to satisfy her urge. Now that she had what she wanted, she tossed me aside. Wednesday I finally saw her again after a short swim.
Stan wasn't around. I had showered and went to the pool. Kathy was there sunning. I hopped into the water, didn't say anything to her.
"Tom, something wrong?"
"No." But my voice was hard, my face firm.
"Yes, there is. What is it? Mother?"
"What if it is?"
"What's wrong? Is it because you haven't seen her since Friday."
"Could be."
"I'll go talk to her. See if I can help."
"Don't bother. She probably doesn't want to see me."
"Let's see," she said, putting on her robe. "I'll be back soon." She went to the house.
I swam around thinking about Ellen and how foolish I was to even hope that she loved me. I was half her age. She could have any man she wanted. Although I might be able to satisfy Kathy, I undoubtably couldn't keep Ellen happy. Kathy returned.
"Come with me. Mother wants to see you."
I put on my robe, followed her into the house. Ellen was in the library working. As disappointed as I felt, as much as I thought it cruel of Ellen, I couldn't help but think her to look beautiful.
"Is something wrong, Tom?"
"No."
"But you don't look happy." I didn't answer. "Is it because I haven't seen you since last Friday?"
"Yes."
"And you think I don't love you?" I was surprised she said it when her daughter was around.
"Do you love me?" I asked.
"Yes." She turned to Kathy. "Leave us." Her daughter went back to the pool. Ellen stood, moved to me. She put her arms around me and kissed my lips. "You're so silly, you know. You know I never see you during the week."
"Yes," I said sheepishly. Now that I thought of it, she was right. I never did see her during the week.
"But now you're with me. Come, sit on the couch." I sat down and she moved between my legs, sitting on the floor. "Anytime you want to see me, just come in. Would it be normal for me to come out when you're working on the lawn? Would it be normal for me to swim with you after work?"
"No, it wouldn't," I answered.
"Then you realize that I haven't been avoiding you. You realize that I've been going through my same schedule."
"Yes." There was a long silence. "But I miss you," I said softly.
"I'm glad."
She rested her head on my thigh, kissed my crotch through my trousers. My cock grew large. She moved her hands to my fly. The zipper undone, my shorts opened. My prick lay in her hand. She reached in and freed my balls. With her head still on my thigh, she began to jerk me off. Slowly her hand moved. The drop of pre-come on the tip she licked off. Her hand kept moving, always moving. I could feel my sperm ready. I couldn't hold it back much longer.
"I'm going to shoot.
She smiled, raised her head to the top of my cock. When it was between her lips, her hands moved rapidly up and down on my shaft till I filled her mouth with white, creamy sperm. When I had finished, she drew her head back, put my peter and clothes back in order.
"Now do you believe I love you?" I guess so.
"Aren't you sure?"
"I just guess so."
"Come with me."
She went to the back door, called Kathy to join us. When Kathy came in, we three went upstairs to Ellen's bedroom. She sat on the bed. Kathy and I stood.
"Kathy, tell Tom whom I love."
"You love Tom, Mother."
"Do you love me?" Ellen asked Kathy.
"Oh, yes!"
"And you'll do anything I ask?"
"Yes."
"And since I'll do anything Tom asks of me, you'll do whatever he asks you to do?"
"Yes, if you say so."
"Good." Ellen turned to me. "We're your slaves for the afternoon. Command, master."
I couldn't believe my ears. But they would do things for me and to me. I would satisfy Ellen, leave her exhausted.
"Get out of your clothes," I said as I started to strip. Soon we were naked. "Ellen, lay back on the bed with your legs wide. Kathy, sit in the chair near your mother and toss yourself off."
Both women did as I said. Ellen looked eatable on the bed. I could hardly control myself from touching her pussy and tits. Kathy sat not three feet from the bed. She looked at us, then down to her cunt. One hand opened the lips, the other gently stroked the inside. They worked in and out slowly at first. Another finger was added. She opened the top of the pussy wide, rubbed the exposed clit. Her hands began to move faster. I turned to look at Ellen.
Her face was absorbed in Kathy's ecstasy. Her eyes devoured the moving hands, the wide open cunt. I could see Ellen becoming very hot. Now was the time.
I licked Ellen's slit. Again. Again. She pulled her thighs to give my tongue a better access. My tongue licked like a thirsty dog. I could have Kathy begin to moan. While masturbating, she raised her foot to my ass while I crouched over Ellen. Her toes worked into my crack. They tried to work into my asshole but it was too tight. From the pressure of her foot, I knew she was nearly there. Ellen wiggled against my mouth. The tip of my tongue flicked against the end of her clit. Kathy groaned and came. Ellen pressed me deep into her muff, poured into my mouth. I stood up to look at the two women enjoying the last pleasure of their orgasms.
"Anything else?" Ellen smiled.
"Of course. My prick is ready again." I stroked my hard-on slowly. "This time I fuck you. Kathy, lick my balls. If I pull out, suck your mother's wonderful pussy till I want to sink in again. Then use your hands and insert me."
Kathy nodded that she understood, Ellen lay further up on the bed. Her legs were nearly at right angles to her body. I knelt over her.
"Put it in, Kathy."
She opened her mother's drenched lower lips and placed my cock in the nest. I used Ellen's two tits as handles as I fucked her. Up and down. Up and down. Kathy worked over my balls with her tongue. At first, she jabbed at them, then put them into her mouth. Her mouth was warm and her tongue soft. I pulled out. Kathy buried her head in her mother's cunt. She licked Ellen's fluid into her mouth.
"All right. Enough," I said.
She raised her head, grabbed my cock, replaced it. I poked Ellen good. My nuts banged off Kathy's chin till she finally had them back in her mouth. Ellen shook her head from side to side. A deep groan came from her throat. I know both of us were ready to come. I pulled out. Kathy's mouth took the place of my cock. Ellen let out a short scream, put her hand to her mouth. She came.
"Again," I said to Kathy.
She took my prick, licked the juice from the sides of the shaft, rammed it into the open twat. I fucked Ellen's cunt hard. I wanted to make her taste it.
"It feels good! It feels good!"
"There's a lot more, honey," I said tenderly.
Her ass moved in a rapid circle while my cock moved in and out. I lowered my head, took a nipple into my mouth. Raising my head, I pulled her tit by the nipple. I shook it back and forth. It drove her wild. She came again. My pumping cock spurted its warm juice. I pulled out.
"Go ahead, Kathy. I didn't tell you to stop." I freed myself from her mouth and sat in the nearby chair. "Flip around. Pay her back for services rendered, Ellen."
Kathy positioned herself over her mother in the sixty-nine pose. Both sucked and licked. Both wiggled and squirmed. Kathy had waited too long and immediately drenched her mother's mouth. She kept eating the cunt under her mouth. For the final time, Ellen shot onto her daughter's tongue. They separated.
"Very good."
"Is that all, Tom?" Ellen asked, showing obvious signs that she was tiring.
"No."
"What now?" Kathy asked, her eyes sparkling.
"Do you like your mother's cunt?"
"Yes."
"Someday yours will be the same, you know."
"Yes, I know."
"What next, lover?" Ellen asked.
"Kneel over the bed. I want your asshole.
To ease my entrance, you'll suck that terrific cunt again, Kathy."
They got into position. Ellen put your asshole. To ease my entrance, you'll suck that terrific cunt again, Kathy."
They got into position. Ellen put her arms on the bed while Kathy spread the ass cheeks wide. I ran my cock over Kathy's wet cunt to get some juice all over it. Jerking it to make it as stiff as possible, I found Ellen's asshole. She had been reamed many times before. I slid in without too much trouble. Kathy was directly under me, my ass rested on her breasts. She really liked sucking Ellen's pussy. I banged deep into the waiting shit hole. Ellen groaned when I was in all the way, my balls touching Kathy's chin. The two of us worked hard on Ellen to bring her pleasure. Kathy brought about the first orgasm. We stayed in position. Kathy opened my ass cheeks, pushed one of her tits between them. She groped for awhile till she located my asshole then put a nipple into the brown hole. Kathy's other hand went to her own pussy. On and on we went. I was the first to come. I pulled back and watched as my creamy jazz ran back out of Ellen's asshole onto Kathy's chin and neck. I pushed Kathy's hands away and ate the teen age cunt. Both Kathy and Ellen came at the same time. Kathy scooted out from beneath her mother slowly; Ellen didn't move.
"Is....is that all?" Kathy asked.
"For today. I think that's enough."
"Me too."
"Leave your mother and myself."
"Okay." Kathy took her robe and went to her bath. "Ellen?"
"Hmmmm?" she still didn't move. Her face wore a grin.
"Do you need help?"
"Yes," she said softly. "Put me on the bed." I took her in my arms like a newlywed would carry his bride over the threshold and put her gently on the bed.
"Ellen, I know you love me."
She opened her eyes slowly. "Do I have to go through that every time I must prove my love for you?"
"No. Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Yes. Very much. But it's so tiring. Every so often, it's wonderful. But not too often."
"It won't be. I love you."
She smiled, closed her eyes, slept soundly.
Mother didn't say anything when I began working for the Boyd's. She was glad that I found a job with more money. She did wonder, though, what would happen if Mrs. Boyd didn't hire me next year. I told her that I probably could find another job since then I'd be old enough to work anywhere or I could get other customers for my lawn mowing service. My mother understood. She even understood when I asked-and received-permission to stay overnight at the Boyd's.
Kathy was out on a date when I arrived. Stan suggested that we go for a swim since I had never been in the pool at night. We changed and were soon in the pool.
"How is it?" Stan asked.
"Great. The lights in the pool make the water look odd. It's easy to swim under water."
"Thought you'd like it."
"How do you keep the bugs away?"
"The lights. Mother had them installed special," he said, pointing at the pole lanterns ringing the poolside.
"What do the bulbs do? Attract the bugs or keep them away?"
"I don't know. The only thing I know or care about is that they stay away."
"Good point."
We swam till about ten o'clock and the air chilled. We left the pool, went to our rooms and dressed. I had not seen Ellen all evening. I dressed, went into Stan's room. He was putting on his shirt.
"That swim felt good," I said.
"Sure did. I'm glad Mom had it installed."
"Aren't we all," I smiled.
"Hey, you and Mom have been hitting it off pretty good."
"I guess so," I couldn't look him in the eye.
"I think she's in love with you. You're her lover in this town."
"I guess so," I said again. I thought of something that I had thought about many times before. "Does your mother have many lovers in one town?"
"No. You're lucky there. She's never been the type to have many men on a string at one time. Just one at a time. Don't worry. She lets them go gently when she's through. She'll try not to hurt you."
"What's my life expectancy?" I smiled.
"If it's like the other towns, as long as we stay. She doesn't like to abandon lovers. The town usually forces her to."
"You mean the town's people talk, thus ruining her reputation and endangering yours and Kathy's."
"Yeah. More or less. It isn't that she's really worried about herself but she is worried what the kids at school say behind our backs."
"Pretty touch."
"Yeah. Hey, lets go down and watch television."
"Swell."
We went downstairs to watch a football game. There was a night pre-season game on. I thought about the coming school year when Stan and I would be entering high school.
"Since you excelled so well in track, how are you at football?" I asked.
"Better at football than I am at track," he smiled.
"What position?"
"Offensive end and defensive linebacker."
"Good."
"Why?"
"I'm an offensive halfback and defensive safety-"
"That's good. We still don't compete for anything."
The game was interesting in parts. The teams looked as if they needed a lot more practice. Neither would ever beat Green Bay or Baltimore. The third quarter ended at about eleven-thirty. To the surprise of both Stan and I, Kathy came in the front door. She looked a bit angry.
"Anything wrong, Sis?"
"I'll say!" she fumed.
"Well, what happened?"
"First, whom did you go out with?" I asked.
"I went out with Jimmy Wolf. Either of you know him?"
"I do," I said. He was a big man in high school. He had made all the athletic teams and supposedly was a woman killer.
"And, Sis, you didn't have a good time."
"That's an understatement. I thought it was going to be a great night but it was a flop. I told him to take me home. That's why I'm here so early."
"What happened? You know you haven't told us yet."
"Oh, we went to a drive-in. The picture was really bad. He took two six packs. I drank only a few but he had what ever I didn't. I was just high enough to want some heavy lovin'. I thought he did, too."
"Didn't he?"
"I thought so at first. We started petting hot and heavy after the beer. His hands roamed all over my body but didn't take anything off. I worked over his crotch pretty good, felt him get hard through his pants. It felt like his prick was a pretty good size. I started to unzip him but he stopped me. He said he had to take a piss. He had to find the men's room but would be right back. I told him to hurry.
"Well, he left and I waited. And I waited. And waited. The first movie was done so I went looking for my date. I went to the refreshment stand where the Johns were located. I went inside. There were a few people in a huddle in the corner. Passing, I saw Jimmy Wolf sitting in the center of them. I asked what was wrong, that I was his date. A man whom I found out was the manager of the drive-in said that Jimmy had entered the refreshment stand and collapsed. He asked me if we had been drinking. Since we're under age, I said no. Jimmy was awake, freed himself from the huddle, took me back to the car.
"Now I'm still hot for action. We get back in and I don't want to pet. I want more. I go right to his fly but the jerk stops me. He says he's sick. I try again and he stops me again. I'm burned and tell him to take me home. He says that he wants to watch the rest of the movie. But the picture stinks. I complained so much that he finally brought me home. So here I am."
"Gee, that's too bad, Sis."
"It's not only bad enough that the date was a flop but my cunt still itches," she said.
"Then lets go to bed," Stan said, turning off the television.
We climbed the stairs, went to Stan's bedroom. In a flash, all of us were nude and on the bed.
"One at a time or two?" Kathy asked.
"On," Stan said. "Me."
"And me?"
"You do know my mother's waiting for you, don't you?"
"Now I do. You don't mind?"
"You know we don't mind," Kathy winked.
I walked down the hall to Ellen's room. I knocked quietly, entered. She was laying on top of the covers naked. She was reading. My eyes soaked in her magnificent form.
"Well, you're naked," she said.
"So are you."
"You're right. I've been hoping you'd see me tonight."
"I didn't think you were home."
"For shame. You should have checked."
"Next time I will. But I'm here now."
"That's where I want you to be."
"Right here?" I smiled. I was standing next to her bed, holding her hand.
"No. Right here." Her hand rubbed her pussy.
"Isn't that funny. That's where I want to be also."
I moved to the foot of the bed, lowered my head to her slit. My tongue started her juices. I crawled between her open thighs.
"Gently?" I asked.
"No. As rough as you can."
I held my prick to her cunt, then sank down onto her body, pushing my dick far into her. I fucked hard. She flung her arms around my neck to hold me close. My nuts bounced off her ass. They bounced so hard even Ellen had to comment.
"Oooooo! Your balls feel good! They feel so heavy, so full!"
"And the cream inside them is good for you."
"I know. I know."
Our hips continued banging each other. Her cunt felt warm, wonderful. When she was ready, she grabbed my head, forcing my mouth upon hers. Her juice flowed over my organ. I wasn't far behind. My prick pumped hot come into her hole of love.
"You're good, Tom."
"You're not too bad either."
"Maybe we're made for each other?"
"I think we just might be." I kissed her.
"But one fuck isn't enough to satisfy you."
"And it isn't enough to satisfy you."
"Again?"
"Again. This time, you get on top."
I lay on my back while Ellen straddled my hips. Her hands stuffed my cock into her pussy. She reached behind her ass to fondle my balls. She smiled as she raised them, carefully weighing them in her hand. "Are they okay?"
"Fine. There's still plenty of sperm."
She rolled back and forth on my long pole. Bending forward, her nipples moved to and fro across my chest. I wasn't sure if her cunt or tits felt better. They both were sending marvelous sensations through my body. The second fuck was longer but felt equally as good as the first. We both came at the same time.
"Have I done a good job this week, Mrs. Boyd?"
"Why, yes, Tom. You're keeping my yard in great shape."
CHAPTER SIX
Ellen and I worked out a method to meet. If she wanted me, she'd ask to see me after I mowed the lawn. If I wanted her, I went into the house and found her. The only time she didn't want to be disturbed is when she was working in the library. The next two weeks, I really swung.
One day I had just about finished the lawn when two people, a man and woman, drove up to the house. They went to the front door and Ellen cordially let them in. In a short time, I noticed the three of them go to the pool. I was cleaning my equipment.
"Tom," Ellen said, coming over to me. "There are two people I'd like you to meet. I've told them about you and I."
"You told them?"
"Yes. You see, they're part of a small group of friends I've acquired. They're from out of town. Therefore, you don't have to worry."
"Okay. I'll be along as soon as I finish cleaning up and take a shower."
"Fine," she smiled. She went back to her friends.
I wondered who these friends were. Going to the bath, I saw Stan and Kathy playing cards. It wasn't like them to be inside. I wondered if it had anything to do with the guests.
"What are you two doing inside?"
"Mom told us she wanted to use the pool," Stan said as he discarded.
"Yes and alone," Added Kathy.
"Who are the two people?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Flynn. They used to live in the same town we did before we came here. Mom and the Flynns were always good friends."
"It's sort of funny that she doesn't want the two of you to be around."
"It's because of Mrs. Flynn. Mom says she's a sex cat but feels funny when we children are present," Stan said.
"But I'm invited to meet them."
"Sure. You're not Mom's child. Besides, Mother wants to show you off," smiled Kathy.
I returned the smile, went upstairs. As always, the shower felt good after working in the hot sun. I dried myself, put on a pair of swimming trunks I had brought from home, got into a white robe, and went to poolside. The three watched me as I approached.
"Hi. I'm Tom Jackson."
"I'm Mark Flynn," the man said, standing, offering me his hand. "This is my wife, Corine." She nodded. Corine Flynn was Ellen's age, Mark Flynn was a little older. Both were wearing terry cloth robes. They were an attractive couple. Ellen was standing behind Mrs. Flynn.
"Ellen's told us so much about you, Tom," Corine said.
"Complimentary, I hope."
"Very."
"Unbelievably so," she smiled.
"We've waited for you to swim," Mark said. "This sun's murder. So if you don't mind." He took off his robe. He wore no trunks.
"Are you going to swim, Tom?" Ellen asked, removing her robe. She, too, was naked. Before I could answer, she dived in to join Mark.
"Yes, I going to join you." I took off my robe. Corine saw that I was wearing trunks and smiled.
I stripped. Corine removed her robe. Four nude bodies were in the cool water under the sweltering summer sun.
"This pool was a good idea," Mark said.
"Yes, I think so," Ellen answered. "Stan and Kathy like it. So do you, don't you, Tom?"
"Yeah. It's great to come in here after work."
"Are we going to get one?" Corine wondered.
"I really doubt it," laughed Mark.
We played in the water for awhile, then got out to sun. Ellen went in the house to get drinks for all of us. She brought back four dry martinis.
"Tom drinks," commented Corine. "Yes. At least while he's here with me."
"Does it effect him?"
"Not a bit."
It was interesting to listen to the two women talk about me. Neither spoke as if I were a person but rather an object. At the time, I didn't know if I minded or not.
"Ellen, you're still as beautiful as ever," Mark said.
"I bet you tell that to all of the girls."
"He doesn't say it to me," Corine smiled.
"I do too and you know it."
"Well, every once in awhile when he wants something from me."
"You're beautiful, Corine," Mark grinned.
"Does he want something?" I asked.
"Do you, Mark?"
"I think so." He rolled over onto his back. His cock was long and hard.
"You haven't changed much, you know," Ellen smiled.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"Please do," she grinned.
"What do you want from me?" Corine continued.
"Guess?"
"How does my cunt sound?"
"That's right! You're pretty good. It took only one guess."
"Not much of a guess," she said, winking at Ellen and myself.
Corine moved over her husband. She grabbed his cock and toyed with it, shaking it back and forth.
"You want to put this club into little me?"
"That's right."
"Why, you're awfully brash!"
"I'm also awfully hot."
"I'm also awfully hot."
"The water didn't help," she said, motioning toward the swimming pool. "Not one bit."
"And you think I can help?"
"Definitely."
"Then Dr. Corine to the rescue." She moved onto her husband. I moved next to Ellen.
"Should we be watching?" I asked quietly.
"Yes. They expect us to fuck in front of them when they finish. Just look at them. It'll turn you on."
I watched as the two fucked next to the pool. I had seen Stan fuck Kathy next to the pool often but this wasn't the same. I had met these people less than an hour before and now they were making love in front of me. Maybe it was this fact that stimulated me. As I watched, my cock grew.
"Told you it would arouse you," Ellen whispered, glancing down at my erection.
The Flynns were reaching an end of their love making. Corine was moving quickly up and down on her husband's cock. Her ass would bounce up, her cunt would jam itself down on the prick. Mark smiled at his wife's face of agony, his hips moving to meet hers. Then he, too, closed his eyes and pumped as fast as he could. Corine let out a slight scream when she came. Mark gave four or five quick, hard thrusts and shot his wad. They relaxed upon each other. They opened their eyes. For an instant, it appeared as if they had forgotten where they were.
"Is Tom that good?" Corine asked.
"Better," Ellen smiled.
"He can go longer and shoot more. Not only that but he also shoots twice as hard as Mark."
"He's pretty good if he can do that."
"Watch."
Ellen crouched over my hard-on. Bending her head, she kissed my prick before beginning her "demonstration." One hand took my nuts, the other my cock. While she rolled the two balls gently, her tongue licked my prick from base to head and back again. This was her entire action. To the top of my cock and down again with her tongue, her hand constantly moving over my testicles. I closed my eyes, ran my fingers through her hair. Her warm tongue never stopped.
"Hey, he is good!" Corine said.
"I know I would have blown my jazz by now," Mark added.
"We have to see how much and how strong."
Ellen kept on with her oral massage. Some of my pre-came dribbled onto my stomach. Her hand touched it, rubbed it on the sides of my prick so she could taste it. It was about time for me to come.
"I'm ready!" I gasped.
Ellen raised her head. One hand masturbated my shaft. I knew she wasn't going to swallow my hot sperm. I realized she was going to jerk me off to completion.
"I'm sorry, Tom. Not my mouth this time," she said softly to me. She turned to Corine and Mark. "I want both of you to watch. He's good."
Her hand moved faster on my shaft. One stroke. Another. I could feel it building. I was there! The first spurt landed about the middle of my chest. The second past my ear. The same for the third and fourth. The next sailed two feet past my head. Then it began to subside. The next shot landed on my stomach. The last two dribbled into my pubic hair.
"Well?" Ellen asked.
"God! He's too much!" Corine said.
"Thought you'd like him!"
"How does he taste?"
"Just as good as he shoots. There's plenty of jazz here. Help me clean Tom's body. Both women moved over my body, cleaning the semen from my skin with their tongues. When they had finished, I had another erection.
"And you're ready to go again!" Corine said.
"Yes."
"Mark, why can't you be like this?" she said, turning to her husband.
"I'll try harder," he smiled.
"Can I try him?" Corine asked Ellen.
"Wait a minute," Mark interrupted. "If you want Tom, I want Ellen."
"I guess that's fair."
To my surprise, Mark didn't turn to Corine or Ellen. He looked to me. "May I make love to your woman?"
"Yes." I couldn't believe his asking my permission to fuck Ellen. And he called her my woman as if I owned her.
Side by side, we fucked the two women. Corine's body was smaller than Ellen's. Her tits weren't as big nor cunt as deep. She moved well but not as good as Ellen. It seemed like in no time she had her first orgasm. Mark plowed away to another come. Then Corine had her second. Neither Ellen nor I had come with our partners.
"Go to her," Corine panted into my ear.
I rolled from Corine's body. Mark had abandoned Ellen. Her cunt was moist with her juice and Mark's. I inserted my dick quickly and fucked away.
"Mmmmm So good!" she crooned.
On and on we fucked. Our hips rose and fell in unison. My cock felt as if it were home in Ellen's pussy. Again I felt the sperm beginning at the base of my cock. "Ready?" I asked "Ready!"
Both of us came at the same time. My come filled her womb and ran onto the carpeted poolside. It was hot, white, and thick. We separated with the evidence of our love making entwined in our pubic hair. Mark handed us a drink.
"Very good. And thank you, Tom."
"You're welcome but Ellen gave you the pleasure."
"Yes, but you gave me the permission."
"Now you know why I love Tom so very much," Ellen said, putting her arms around my neck.
"I see," Corine said. "It's easy for a woman to love a man like that."
"I know," Ellen said, kissing me.
"Tom, I didn't believe everything Ellen told us about you when we arrived but now, after my pussy felt your great dick, I'm a believer. If you're ever lonely, feel free to drop around our home anytime."
"I don't know if I'll be able to do that."
"Why?"
"Ellen keeps me pretty busy around the house," I laughed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Thursday I was drying myself after my shower when Ellen walked in. She sat on the stool and watched me.
"Yes?"
"I want something."
"What?"
"Your tongue, your mouth."
She raised her skirt. No panties. Naked pussy. I fell to my knees in front of her. Touching her bush, the wetness told me she was hot. I ran my chin around the inside of her thighs.
"Oh, don't keep me waiting, lover. Eat me."
I licked her love groove, my tongue penetrating as deeply as possible. She wiggled her ass, spread her legs wide apart. Her hands held her cunt open for my mouth. My nose and tongue moved into the wetness. Up and around my head moved. My tongue sought her clit. I licked it rapidly. My lips encircled the pink bud and my throat sucked. I pulled back but my tongue lapped her pussy. While I licked around and around the throbbing clit, Ellen came.
"Okay now?" I asked.
"Yes."
"You know I would have come down to your room, if you wanted me to."
"I know but I couldn't wait."
"Well, if you couldn't wait, you couldn't wait."
"Yes." She looked up at me. "Tom, I want to ask you if you want to go to a party with me Saturday."
"A party?"
"Yes. It's out of town."
"What will I tell my mother?"
"Tell her you're going out with Kathy."
"Okay. I'd like to go with you."
"Good." She stood to go.
"Who's going to be there?"
"Some business associates. They swing pretty well. I was to one of their parties before I knew you so well."
"Is there any possibility that my mother will find out?"
"I asked the host who was coming. He showed me the guest list. There are only two other couples from this area."
"I guess it's okay if you say so."
"I hoped it would be. I've told them so much about you."
"As much as you told the Flynns?"
"Maybe more," she said, kissing my cheek.
Saturday came very quickly. My mother's eyes sparkled when I told her I was going out with Kathy. She wondered what Stan thought of my dating his sister. I told her that he didn't mind at all. In fact, he thought it was a good idea for he was sure what type of guy his sister was dating.
At eight o'clock. Kathy pulled into the drive and honked the horn. Mother wanted to know what time I would be home. I told her I didn't know. If I didn't return, I'd be sleeping over at the Boyd's house. She hoped that I would have a good time.
Although I had expected Ellen to pick me up, Kathy was driving. She looked extremely attractive.
"I thought your mother would be here."
"She's still getting ready. Besides, she thought that it would be better if I really picked you up in case your mother came to he car."
"Always thinking," I mumbled.
We drove for a little way and when Kathy began to talk.
"I don't see too much of you anymore, Tom."
"I'm working on the lawn or else with Ellen."
"I know."
"Is something wrong?"
"It's just that I want to be with you more."
"Are you jealous of your mother?"
"Yes, in a way. You're so much a man and she wants you all to herself."
"Well, I'll try to fix that."
"Don't hurt Mother," she said with an alarmed voice.
"I won't. How about if we spend next Wednesday afternoon together. Just you and I."
"Would you?"
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."
"Oh, Tom, you're wonderful!" She turned and smiled. I kissed her gently.
At the Boyd's, Kathy got out and Ellen got in. She wore a stunning white dress. Her dark hair and black hose set it off magnificently.
"Don't wait up for us, Kathy," she said.
"We won't, Mother. Have a good time."
"We will."
She backed out, drove on. We were on the highway for nearly ten minutes.
"Well?" she asked.
"You look terribly beautiful."
"Will be the hit of the party?"
"Definitely."
"Good." She noticed me sitting far in the corner away from her. "Nervous?"
"In away."
"How's that?"
"I'm probably going to be the youngest one there and be with the most beautiful woman."
"Silly. The others will be jealous and wish they had what you have."
"I know," I smiled.
"The host is Fred Grath. He's a big realtor."
That's all she told me about the party before we drove to the Grath's home. It was in the suburbs of a highly exclusive town. The house was set a hundred feet or so back from the road. As we approached, some of the guests were on the lawn. The noise increased as we drove nearer. Ten or twelve cars were present.
"Ellen, I'm so glad you could make it," a man said, opening the door for her to get out.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she laughed. I, too, got out. "Fred, this is Tom."
"I've heard a lot about you," he said as we shook hands.
"Everything good, I hope."
"Well, nothing that could be called bad by any means," he laughed. "Why don't you two make yourselves be known. I'm still expecting a few more people. It's eight-thirty now," he said, looking at his watch. "At nine, everyone's to go to the living room for entertainment."
"Blue movies?" Ellen asked.
"Better than that."
"What?"
"You'll just have to wait to see, like all the others."
"You're mean."
"All the guests have said that," he laughed. "Well, mingle. Join the party. Find Penny. She'll show you where the drinks are."
Another car pulled up and Fred Grath moved off. Ellen and I moved to the crowd.
"Who's Penny?" I asked.
"Fred's wife. I think you might find her attractive."
When we located Mrs. Grath, Ellen was right. Penny Grath was attractive. One would almost think Ellen and Penny to be sisters except for a few major differences. Penny was light whereas Ellen was dark. Penny's features weren't as
"Ellen, how are you."
"Fine. Your party is moving along."
"Yes, it certainly is. There's a good turnout." She turned to me. "You must be Tom."
"Yes."
"Let me give you a word of advice. Act as if you own the place. Have a good time. You're with the loveliest woman here. Tonight, you're king cock."
I smiled. I wasn't sure if she meant lord of the roost or was speaking of my anatomy. Whatever she meant, it made me feel good.
"What's the entertainment?" Ellen asked.
"That's a secret."
"You can tell me."
"No. Fred swore me to secrecy."
"Well, how do you like that?" Ellen smiled.
"Follow me. I'll show you to the liquid."
We got a drink and met the other guests. Most everyone knew Ellen. The men couldn't take their eyes from her body. Maybe it was because of Ellen but the women couldn't take their eyes off me. I felt as if I were being stripped with their eyes. Often I would catch a woman eyeing my crotch. Instead of hastily looking away, she would merely look directly at me and smile.
"What do you think?" Ellen asked when we had drifted apart from the others.
"About what?"
"The guests."
"They're a nice group."
"And the women? Find any attractive?"
"Yes. You were right about Penny. There are a few others, too."
"And what about the party?"
"Rather adult. A little slow but all right."
"Don't worry. It'll get more lively." Ellen turned, held my elbow. "Tom, no matter what happens later, remember that I love only you. Remember. Promise me."
"I promise to remember." I kissed her tenderly. "What's going to happen?"
"I don't know exactly. Usually these parties become very wild. You could say sexually uninhibited. "
"What you mean to say is not to be jealous when you sleep with someone else?"
"Yes."
"I won't be jealous. You love me."
"You're so sweet and wonderful," she whispered before she kissed my lips. We heard a clanging of a dinner bell.
"Okay! Okay! It's nine o'clock! Everybody in the living room!" Fred Grath's voice said.
The living room was large but with all the people present, it because cozy. The seats were arranged in a semi-circle. After everyone had freshened his drink, we gathered in the comfortable chairs. Fred Grath moved to the center of the circle.
"First, let me say I'm glad so many of you could make it. It should add to the variety of the evening. Second, we have a surprise planned. Unlike most of you thought, no blue movies or stag films. Just watch."
The lights in the room were dimmed. Three slide projectors were placed to shine white light into the center, creating a small stage. Someone put on a record with a very definite drum beat. We waited.
Into the light came a girl about twenty with long blond hair. Her body was slim. Her face was heavy with make-up. At first, she looked at the guests watching her with a grin on her face. Slowly, her hips began to move to the beat of the music. She wore tight bermudas and a sweater. Although she wore a bra, it was one which had an opening at the nipples. Her hands felt the sides of her hips, ran all the way up her body till she threw them over her head. Her fingers moved to her tits, rubbed them till the nipples were quite obvious under the sweater. Her hands moved down her front till she was petting her crotch. She brought her fingers to her nose, smiled, winked at the audience, left the stage.
The music continued with its strong beat. A man hopped to the center of the circle. He was a black. Although slender, he was muscular. Like the girl, he smiled and looked out at the staring faces. His hips moved to the rhythm. He wore tight trousers and skin-tight pull-over shirt. He looked down to his crotch. He was hard and erect. His hands moved to the organ. The black fingers fondled the shaft. He stepped to the side of the circle, only his hips moving. His hands rested on his hips.
The blond entered again. She closed her eyes, her entire body responding to the drum beat. The black moved behind her. He reached around to the front of the girl, grabbed her breasts roughly. She smiled but didn't move. His hands moved to her crotch. They rubbed her thighs. She opened her legs a bit to aid his groping fingers. "More!" she said distinctly. His hands moved to the sides of her bermudas to undo the fastenings. When open, the black tugged the shorts to her ankles. She kicked them aside. He rubbed his prick into her crack. The black fingers tried to reach under the white panties but they were too tight. He grasped the bottom of her sweater, pulled it over her head and off. He began to work on his own clothes. The blond wiggled back onto his hidden cock. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. The man slipped off both his shirt and pants.
People around the room were becoming aroused. Men had placed women's hands on their stiffened cocks. Hands were rubbing tits. One woman appeared to be masturbating to the performance.
The man still remained behind the girl. First his hands pulled on her nipples, then went to her back to remove the revealing bra. Her freed tits swayed to the rhythm. His fingers moved inside the elastic top of her panties. He pulled downward while she swayed her hips. The girl was nude. Her blond bush was very hairy.
"Wow!" someone in the crowd said. The girl turned her head to the voice and smiled.
"I'd like to suck that snatch!" another voice said. The girl looked in that direction, winked, blew a kiss.
The blond stepped aside to completely expose the man to the audience. His prick made his underwear look like a tent. She eyed it, licked her lips. She moved to the front of the man, rubbed her cunt on the protected black prick, stepped away. She crouched down in front of him. Her hands carefully lowered his last particle of clothing. The black cock was huge. Her hand pulled the skin back and forth a few times.
"She'll suck him," Ellen whispered to me.
When the girl was sure the man was as erect as possible, she kissed the cock head. Her lips parted, took in the black prick. Her head bobbed back and forth while her hands manipulated the hanging bags beneath. The man was feeling pleasure. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed. His hands left his rocking hips and moved to the blond's hair. She continued to suck him. Her jaws opened wide to receive as much of the stiff prick as she could. She couldn't take of all. We could see his staff almost choking her. The girl enjoyed her task. Her fingers pulled on the loose skin of the dark balls. The black turned his head quickly down to look at himself.
"Swallow it all, baby!" he said quickly.
His come filled her mouth. Her cheeks filled with the liquid, then she swallowed. Again her cheeks filled and she swallowed once more. No longer was the semen stream so plentiful. The blonde sucked the black dry. Some of the white cream escaped her mouth, hung on her chin. She pulled back from the organ and put the stickly string of come into her mouth with her hands. Everyone in the audience applauded. But the show wasn't over.
The black's cock was drooping but wasn't dead. I was covered with saliva from the girl's mouth and some of its own jazz. The blond cleaned him with her long hair.
"Still have enough to fuck me?" the girl said softly.
"You bet," the man answered.
She got down on the floor. She pushed her feet close to her ass to raise her pelvis as high as possible. The man knelt in front of her, pulling on his cock. It was returning to its erect size. Three black fingers dipped into the open pussy to get some human lubricant. This fluid he put on his penis. He began by sliding his cock up and down her groove but not trying to enter. The girl attempted to raise herself even further to get the staff into her. The attempts failed. The black was ready. He held onto his prod, pushed at the girl's love tunnel.. The cock head was too big. Easing off, he tried once more. Still failure. Then he merely rested his prick on her cunt. Slowly, he began to work himself in with an easy, fluid motion. The blond began to moan passionately. He was halfway. Another inch. He was into her up to his giant balls. The girl's stomach looked ready to split down the middle. It was hard for me to believe that her cunt could stretch to accept such a monstrous weapon. The blond could do nothing, impaled on the spear. The man put her legs onto his shoulders to ease the strain on her stretched pussy. Although he started slowly, his hips built up tempo till be was unmercilessly banging the body beneath. The girl came once but he continued. In and out. In and out. It seemed as if they would never end. Finally, the black grunted, filled the blond's violated cunt with his white, frothy jazz. He got up, helped the blond to her feet. Both smiled to the audience, bowed slightly, and walked off. The black had to help the weakened girl.
"I'd like that black cock in me," Ellen whispered with a note of passion in her voice.
"I don't think you'll have to wait long." The couples around the room were in various stages of undress. The tops of many women's dresses were down. Some skirts were bunched around their waists. At least five men's hardons were protruding from open flys. Fred Graff again moved to the center of the stage. He raised his hands for silence and attention.
"Well, did you all enjoy that?" Most nodded except for Ellen. "You didn't like that, Ellen?"
"It was okay but I brought someone with me who's better."
"Better?"
"Come on."
"You'll have to prove that."
"It seems as if the other guests doubt you," Fred stated. "Can you prove what you say?"
"Yes."
"Then please take the stage." Ellen stood up, turned to me with her hand outstretched.
"Let's show them," she said softly. I smiled and rose to my feet. "Could someone throw me a towel?" A towel landed at her feet. "Let me introduce my guest if you haven't already met him. This is Tom Jackson, super stud and my lover. I want to show all of you what a man can do." She moved away from, knelt down. The towel she placed over the top of her dress. "Can you reach my mouth from there?"
"I think so." She was about ten feet away.
"Go ahead."
I could feel heads stretch to watch. I unzipped my fly, took my meat in my hand. My cock was hard from watching the other two. I began to jerk off under the watchful eyes of twenty or so people. My hand moved up and down the shaft. It felt good to relieve the pressure which had been building ever since I saw Ellen. There she was across the stage, her eyes shining with an animal pride. I had never tried to hit a target when I exploded but I would now. To please Ellen. My prick felt better and better as my hand moved faster and faster. I tightened my fingers around the shaft. I had to hold back as long as possible to build up pressure. I tightened the muscles in my cock till I could no longer take it.
"Now!" I cried.
Ellen immediately opened her mouth. A spurt hit her chin. The next was directly into her mouth. The third landed on the towel. The fourth on the rug. The fifth dribbled out the tiny hole on the end to my feet. I was finished.
"Well?" Ellen smiled, turning to the audience.
"I didn't believe he could do it," a voice said.
"He's good."
"Three cheers for Tom."
They cheered and applauded while Ellen wiped my semen from her face and I straightened my clothes. We returned to our seats while Mr. Graff moved into the circle again.
"I guess the entertainment for the evening is over. How should we select partners?"
"Let Ellen and Tom select whom they want to go with since they were sports enough to put on that demonstration."
"Is that okay with everyone?" They nodded.
"Fine. Ellen, whom do you want?"
"Can I have anyone I desire?"
"Yes."
"I want the black."
"He's yours." The black reappeared. Ellen went to him, kissed his full lips. "Go to the furthest bedroom in the hall upstairs. The party will try to be over by three."
"Fine," she said, led the black away by the hand.
"Tom?"
"Wait," Mrs. Graff said, moving to the circle and her husband. She whispered something into his ear.
"Choose, Tom. There's a surprise for you when you've made your choice," Fred Graff said.
"Her." I pointed to a woman who was at least thirty-five. She had enormous tits which stood out straight. Although I was sure they weren't too firm without her bra, I couldn't help wanting to be nestled between them.
"Now the surprise. My wife had a suggestion which I think you'll like. Penny is a bonus. Take both of them. Second bedroom form the end, the one right next to Ellen's."
Penny ran to me. I put my arm around her waist, moved back to the other woman. She was near the rear of the crowd. I put my arm around the other woman's waist also. We went to the stairs.
"By the way," I said, "we didn't meet before the party."
"My name is Eve Thompson. I'm glad you picked me, Tom."
"Can you handle both of us?" Penny asked.
"If I can't-and I surely should be able to-I'll die trying," I laughed.
"Plenty of spirit, hasn't he?" Eve said, rubbing her tits deeper into my arm.
When we reached our bedroom door, I couldn't help glancing toward Ellen's room. I was sure they'd fuck each other out. No matter what I said earlier, deep down there was a little pain of jealousy.
"Hey, come on. Don't worry about your lover. She can handle herself in the clinches," Penny said.
"Maybe he's worried that the black buck will steal his white woman."
"Not a chance. Ellen's in love with Tom. That I'm absolutely positive. If he's in love with her half as much, they'll be together for a long time."
"Are you, Tom?" Eve asked.
"Yes. I love her very much."
"Let's not get melancholy," Penny interupted. "The night's still young!"
"Let's go," I smiled, opening the door for the two women.
"What shall we do. How shall we begin?" Eve asked.
"Two at a time till one of you women get tired."
"Us get tired? What about you?"
"You'll see," I grined. "I have the strength of ten men."
"Braggard!"
"You'll see."
"Prove it," Penny said, ripping away her clothes. Eve began to strip also.
"No, Eve. Strip me first." Her hands reached for the top button of my shirt. "Not with your hands. With only your mouth."
At first, she thought I was kidding but the look in my eyes told her differently. Luckily, the button holes weren't too tight and she could undo them easily. Eve opened the shirt, licked my chest. Her mouth pulled the shirt from my back. She untied my shoes with her lips and I kicked them off. When I lifted my pant legs, she worked down my stockings. I lay back on the bed while the mouth worked on my belt, the top snap, the zipper. They opened. I stood up. She looked to me as if to say for me to use my hands to pull them down.
"Use your mouth," I ordered.
"Turn around," she said.
I did while she worked at the back of my trousers. They fell to my ankles. Sitting on the bed, I raised my feet. Her mouth tugged the pants over my feet. Once more I stood up.
"My shorts."
My cock was sticking straight out. She mouthed the shaft through my shorts, then moved to the waistband. Her lips could not grip the elastic so she used her teeth. The teeth pulled down one side and then the other. My cock prevented her from removing them easily. Her head moved over my prick. Eve's teeth pulled the underwear out and down pass my dick. Her nose rubbed against the side of my shaft. I wanted to fuck her mouth right then but remembered Penny. While Eve removed the last of my clothing, I turned to Penny Graff. She was watching Eve intently, running her fingers through her moist pubic hair. I smiled, knowing that both were ready to fuck.
"Take off your clothes slowly, Eve. Give us a good show."
She smiled. The music of the heavy beat we all had heard in the living room was being piped throughout the house. It was soft but distinct. Eve stripped to the rhythm. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her dress, shrugged it from her shoulders. She wore panty girdle, hose and bra. Her tits were tremendous. While dancing, her fingers found the bra fastenings. It sprung away from her body. The two globes hung, as I had thought they would earlier. However, they were not flabby. They were large-enormously large-full, and firm. The shear size and weight forced the tits to hang nearly to her navel.
"How big are they?" I asked while Eve rolled down her stocking, her hips still moving sensuously.
"Forty-four."
"God! That's big," Penny said.
Eve smiled at her, removed her other stocking. To my amazement, the panty girdle came off with ease. Her ass wasn't fat at all. If her tits wouldn't have so overbalanced the rest of her form, she would have had a perfect figure.
"Why do you wear that girdle?"
"It keeps my nylons up."
"Why not a garter belt?" Penny asked.
"A few years ago, I was heavier. I have these around."
"Keep dancing," I said. "Raise your big tits. Lick them. Kiss them."
Her hands could bring the nipples to her mouth without any trouble. She sucked on one, then the other till both were long and hard.
"I'm more than ready," Eve grinned, her hips still moving.
"We all are," I said, laying back. "Get on, Penny. Eve, I want to eat your cunt."
Both women hurried to position themselves over my body. I help my prick straight up. Penny settled down onto it. Eve's ass blocked my vision of Penny. My cock could feel the hot pussy moving up and down on it. My mouth sucked Eve. Above my eyes was her tiny asshole. Both my hands pushed her up. I licked my finger, pulled her back over my face. While my lips drew the juice from her, my finger penetrated the brown shit hole which was winking at me.
"Ooooo. Wild!" Eve moaned.
Both women came once. We moved like a well-trained team. The three of us responded to the beat of the music, to each other. Eve wiggled her ass, driving my finger further into the shit tube.
"Pull my tits, Penny! Suck the nipples!"
They came again. I quickly followed, filling Penny's cunt with my love cream. With one strong buck, I threw them from my body. Penny was still sucking and stroking Eve's boobs.
"If you like her so much," I said to Penny, "Go all the way."
She moved to the cunt. Eve grabbed her ankles, manipulated Penny's pussy over her mouth. They enjoyed their sixty-nine. Just watching them made my prick perk up. I hadn't tried Eve's cunt yet. I moved to the pussy I wanted which was being eaten frantically by Penny's tongue and sucking mouth. I grabbed Penny's hair gently off the cunt. Her mouth was gooey. The hands she used to spread Eve's cunt reached for my dick. She stuffed it into her mouth to wet it, directed it to the gaping tunnel of love. Penny kept her mouth at the cunt. On each back stroke, she tried as best she could to lick, the juice from the side of my staff. When Penny came, she sucked my moving stomach. After the orgasm subsided, the tongue returned to its licking. Eve shuddered with her come, poured more juice upon the sides of my prick. Penny tried to lick it all off. I was nearly there myself.
"Roll my nuts with your fingers," I said.
Penny's hands found my sacks. I shot into the open womb, the experienced hands milking every bit of my sperm. I pulled out. Penny's tongue cleaned the semen from Eve's twat and the surrounding hair.
"Tired yet?" Penny asked
"No. I have a long way to go."
"I don't know about myself," Eve said.
"Me either," Penny added.
"Rub your cunts a bit, girls. You'll be ready when I'll be." My cock was red and swollen. But it wasn't limp. Although it drooped, I gave myself a quick hand job to bring it back up. "I'm ready," I grinned.
"We are, too," Eve whispered stiltingly.
"What now?" Penny asked. "We'd better hurry. I'm ready to come again!"
"Lay on top of each other, cunt to cunt, tit to tit," I ordered. "I want to try four holes."
Penny rolled onto the big breasts of Eve. Eve put her arms around the smaller woman, brought their open mouths together. Cunts rubbed back and forth against each other. I spread Penny's cheeks with my hands. She opened her legs further apart and Eve followed. Two pussies and two assholes were boldly exposed. I fingered each asshole to test to see if they were tight. They weren't. I pushed into Penny's asshole, they pussy, Eve's pussy, then asshole. The four strokes were separate moves. In a short time, I was moving quickly from one hole to the other. Penny came first, as she said she would. Eve soon followed. My cock was hard and prepared for a long fuck. In and out of the four holes my prick moved. Both women groaned. Their tongues ran crazily in each others mouth. Their tits rubbed back and forth, nipples touching. Eve came. I continued to move. In and out. In and out. Again Eve had an orgasm. Penny held out as long as possible before having another. I still socked it to them. However, from the movements of their asses and chests, I knew they were tiring quickly. When my load built in my prick, I put my penis between the two cunts and shot onto, not into, both of them. I stood up. The two rested in each others arms.
"There's more," I said.
"More?" Eve gasped.
"Can you fuck more?" Penny said, looking at my cock, amazed.
"Yes. I'll need a little help from your mouth, Penny."
She understood and sucked me. Her tongue moved rapidly around the glans. One hand jerked the skin back and forth while the other tugged tenderly on my balls. Her eyes were closed. Her tongue, hands moved. Gradually, my cock grew stiff and long between her lips. When I felt about ready, I looked at Eve.
"Lay back. I want to fuck your tits."
She lay near my organ. Dipping her hand into her own juices and the come I had deposited on her pubic hair, she rubbed the mixture between her breasts. She held the tits tightly together. I moved from Penny. Eve lay with her head over one edge of the bed. Straddling her head, my dick slid smoothly between the tit valley. I held her huge globes together to increase the friction. Now that her hands were free, she reached for my free swinging, low handing testicles. Stretching her head upward and forward, she managed to put them into her mouth. In this position, I spurted my jazz down her stomach.
We looked at Penny. She had fallen asleep next to us. Eve was tired, also, Cradling both in my arms, we slept till three o'clock. At that time, Fred Graff's voice boomed over the house intercom, telling us the time. The three of us got up from the bed and dressed.
We were the third party to make it to the living room. Fred Graff and his partner were there. Ellen was there, too. She smiled when she saw the three of us approach.
"It looks like Tom gave you two a good workout," she grinned. "I'll say," Penny said.
"He makes a girl weak between the legs," Eve smiled.
"And a little sore there, too," Penny added.
"Then he gets your approval," Ellen said.
"Both of us belong to the Tom Jackson fan club," Eve smiled.
The guests began filtering down stairs. Penny joined her husband. Eve joined hers. We stood around, chatted a bit. Slowly, the crowd began to drift home. The Graff's were at the door when we left.
"Penny tells me that the exhibition you put on for all of us downstairs was half of the exhibition you put on for her and Eve upstairs," Fred Graff smiled.
"I'm just glad they enjoyed themselves."
"From what my wife said, they certainly did."
"That's all that's important."
"Right."
"Tom," Penny interjected, "bring Ellen back with you soon. Both Fred and I would like to see both of you again. Maybe our next party will consist of only four."
"If Ellen wants, I'm sure well be back."
"Well be back," Ellen grinned.
I helped Ellen into the car. We drove home slowly. Ellen didn't say too much. A block or so from her house, she stopped the car on a deserted street.
"Yes?"
"Did you have a good time?" she asked.
"A very good time."
"Do you like Eve and Penny?"
"Yes."
"Better than me?"
"Of course not. You know better than that."
"Oh, Tom!" She threw herself into my arms. She hugged me, looked straight into my eyes. Her big blue eyes were moist as if ready to cry. "I know I'm acting silly. I'm acting like a school girl. As funny as it sounds, I was jealous of those two women."
"And you think I wasn't jealous of the black?"
"There was nothing to be jealous about."
"You were alone with him in that bedroom."
"That's about all."
"He turned out to be a dud?"
"Very much so. The two orgasms he had in the living room nearly finished him for the night. I thought that cock with those huge balls would send me to the skies. In the bedroom, he had a hard time getting a hard-on. I sucked him till he was ready but every time he went to put it in, it became limp. So we sixty-nined to our first come.
"After that, he couldn't raise his prick at all. I tried everything I knew. I rubbed that black cock in my hair, in my mouth, between my tits, up my crack. I even tried jerking him off with my feet. Nothing. It was dead. We spent the next few hours without one fuck. He just ate me and fingered me. Pretty disappointing."
"He looked like he was equipped for the entire night and most of the next day."
"That's what I thought when I picked him. Once I got so disgusted I thought of finding you but I remembered that I didn't know which room you were in."
"Do you want to be satisfied now?"
"Yes."
"Like high school lovers? In the back seat?"
"Oh, yes!"
We moved to the roomier rear seat. She raised her skirt to her waist. She looked so inviting in her white dress. I wondered about the dirt in the car.
"You might ruin your dress," I warned. "Fuck the dress," she said. "I want you in me!"
I dropped my pants and moved between her awaiting things. My cock was still red and swollen from the party but the rest had given it time to rebuild. It was menacingly large. She held her cunt open while I eased it in.
"Ummmm. It feels too good! It's wonderful to have a man in my love nest!"
"Feels good to be home."
I plowed her furrow deep. My strokes were long, hard, sure. Our loins crashed against each other. Our mouths tastes the other's tongue. Her ass wiggled around in a small circle, faster and faster.
"More! Harder!" Ellen groaned.
I slammed into her as hard as I could. She had one orgasm which was followed instantly by a second. Her hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass to pull me further into her. My nuts hit and bounced off her ass. When a finger pushed deep into my anus, I shot my hot, white come. While straightening my clothes, I noticed Ellen look at me with a far away gaze. Her hands scooped the fluid of our love, raised it to her mouth. She swallowed as much as possible.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"How was the party?"
"Great Stan. Liked it a lot."
"Did you like my mother's friends?"
"Yeah. They're a cool group."
"Did you show them anything?"
"Well, you know your mother is always trying to show me off."
"Yeah."
We fooled around in the pool a bit longer. The middle of summer always was so hot and humid. Maybe it was because I was in the lap of luxury but I couldn't remember what it was like last summer. If it were the same as this one, I don' know how I could stand working throughout the afternoon in the heat. "Where's Kathy?" I asked when we got out of the pool.
"I don't know. I haven't seen her since this morning."
"Just wondered."
"Why?"
"It's Wednesday."
"Is that supposed to be special or something?"
"This one was."
"With Kathy?"
"Yes."
"Then try her room."
I put on my robe, went into the house. I knocked at Kathy's bedroom door.
"Yes?"
"It's me," I said, entering. "It's Wednesday?!" she grinned. "It's Wednesday."
"Oh, come here." I walked to her. She opened the front of my robe and stroked my sleeping prick.-'I wanted to touch your dick for such a long time. It's so nice, so big." She bent to kiss the shaft.
"What do you want to do?"
"Everything!" she said.
"In what order?"
"Any order you choose."
"Okay. Kneel with your ass way back."
"In my bung hole?"
"No. Dog fashion."
"Mmmmm. I can hardly wait!"
She knelt on the bed, slipped her shorts off. She hesitated to take her blouse off.
"Take it off," I said. "I want to feel your titties."
She laughed and removed her blouse and bra. She crouched with her ass way back and yet high oft the bed. I moved in behind her, jacking off to get a hard-on. "Are you all set?"
"Yes. Put it in."
She reached between her legs, took my cock in her hand. Her fingers put the head of my prick between her love lips. I pushed forward as far as I could go on the first stroke. In and out I moved, trying not to stretch her vagina too much in the beginning so as not to hurt her. But she wanted me to give her both pain and pleasure.
"More! More! Fill my cunt! Open me wide!"
I used more strength. She had as much of my cock as she ever had before and still wanted more. As I thrust forward, she moved backward to take more stiff cock. One more lunge. I was in all the way.
"So good! So good!" she groaned.
She leaned forward, supporting her weight on neck and shoulder. With head turned, she watched my dick move in and out of her pussy. One hand reached back to catch my swinging nuts. Hand and cunt felt great.
"I thought you wanted to play with my tits?" she said as calmly as possible.
"I do."
Leaning over her body, I rubbed Kathy's tits with my palms. They hung and moved like dancing globes. My fingers began rolling the nipples. Cock in cunt. Hand on tits. Her hand manipulating my balls. We were flying.
"I'm coming, Tom! I'm coming! But keep on! It's so good! So very good!"
More fluid ran over the sides of my pumping prick. The wetness ran down my balls onto her hand. She didn't even slow her hips. On and on we went. Even with the air conditioning, both of us began to sweat. This added to our pleasure for we could here our wet thighs meet and separate. I couldn't last forever.
"A long jab and a come," I panted.
"Make it come out my mouth."
I jammed her cunt so hard she grunted. I left my dick deep in her womb while my jazz flowed. I dripped from her pussy to her pubic hair and down her leg. It hung like a white spider web.
"Happy?" I said, cleaning my member on a towel. "Very."
"Another?"
"Why not?" she giggled.
"Now an ass fuck but sitting in a chair."
"I may be brave about your cock going all the way into my pussy but not into my asshole. I'll get the vasolene."
She went to the bathroom and brought back the familiar jar. With some on her fingers, she greased my cock. Handing me the ointment, she bent over for me to apply some to her brown anus. I slapped her on the butt when I had finished.
I sat in the easy chair in her room, held my dick as straight as I could. She eased her self down, her back facing me. I moved the head of the shaft till it found her shit hole.
"Okay. Sit down slowly."
She did. There was about an inch of my prick outside of her ass when it hit a barrier. She wiggled her ass, trying to open the channel wider, but it was no use. Her bung hole would take no more.
"It looks like that's it," I said.
"Not yet. Wait until we get through."
I raised and lowered her gently with my hands till her legs took over the rhythm. That inch of cock still showed. Turning her head, her lips met mine. My arms encircled her body to feel the erect nipples. As she became more aroused, her legs lifted her to the tip of my cock and forced her down hard on my organ. From her face, I could tell that she was in pain. I thought of stopping but I knew she was trying to prove something if only to herself. Finally, she broke the obstruction and was entirely impaled. When her ass felt my pubic hair, Kathy stopped with me completely in her, shook her fanny.
"I told you I could do it before we were finished."
"So you did."
"Is it better now? Better than before?"
"Now you grip my rod better."
"Good."
Her legs resumed their action. It was such fun to fuck such a young asshole. It was so tight, so warm. I closed my eyes to be swept away in pleasure.
"I'm going to have a shit tube come," she whispered.
"When?"
"Now!" She kissed me hard while she experienced her orgasm.
Although her hick action slowed, she soon got back to the business at hand-my business in her ass. She raised and lowered her body, tightening her anal muscles on the up stroke. It was too wonderful. We settled into a slow fuck till I delivered my load. She eased herself from me."
"My asshole hurts."
"Bend ever." I must have broken something when I penetrated so deeply. Come, shit, and blood were mixed on her anus. I brought a wet cloth and some more vasoline from the bath. After I cleaned her, I kissed her forehead.
"Better?"
"Yes, but it still hurts."
"It's like the first time when you lost your virgin asshole," I suggested with a smile.
"You're right. It should go away by tomorrow."
"Let's hope so."
"Tom, look." Kathy pointed to my prick. It was covered with jazz, dung, and blood. "You cleaned and helped me. It's only fair that I do the same."
She pushed me back into the chair, fell to her knees before me. Her mouth quickly cleaned me debris but stayed on my member. What could I do if she wanted to give me a blow job? Sit back and enjoy.
"Hello, you two."
"Mother!"
"Ellen!"
Mrs. Ellen Boyd stood in the doorway with a towel wrapped around her body. She looked fresh as if she had just taken a shower.
"Enjoying yourself, Kathy?"
"Uh, well,...."
"Are you trying to take my lover from me?"
"No! We were...."
"You don't have to tell me. I could see."
"Ellen, we...."
"Kathy, go downstairs and get your brother. When you find him, get back here in a hurry."
"Yes, Mother." Kathy hurriedly got to her feet. Although she tried to walk quickly from the room, her asshole pained her so much she limped. When she had gone, I said nothing.
"Tom, come here," Ellen said in a stern tone. I moved directly in front of her, those beautiful covered tits touching my chest. She kissed me with open mouth. I was stunned.
"What...."
"I love you, silly."
"I know but the way you acted with Kathy."
"We're going to have more fun this afternoon. I just thought I'd scare you two," she laughed.
"You did."
"I know. You should have seen the looks on your faces."
"How did you know I was here?"
"I wanted your body. When I didn't see you around anywhere, I asked Stan if you had gone home. He directed me up here."
"And you walked in." I
"Not right away. When I heard you two in bed, I got ready." She indicated her towel. "Then I came back and listened for a good time to enter. You were ass fucking when I returned."
"Then you know I finally got all the way into Kathy's cunt and asshole."
"Yes."
"And you know Kathy's asshole hurts."
"Yes."
"Why did you make her go get Stan? You know it hurts her to walk."
"I know but if she doesn't, it will hurt worse later. In athletics, isn't it a fact that if you get bruised or pull a muscle, the best thing is to rub it or walk on it?"
"Yes."
"The same thing with a penetrated bung hole."
"Oh, now I see."
"Good." Ellen looked at through her eyebrows. "Tom, do you know why Kathy wanted you to get all the way into her?"
"A test, I guess. I don't know for sure."
"She loves you, you know."
"Me!"
"Yes. She's told me. You think she just wants you for sex but she doesn't You think I want you just for sex but I don't either. There are two women in the same family in love with the same man. In most families, this would cause a serious problem. But not here. Kathy loves and respects me too much to willfully hurt me."
"Then is there a problem?"
"Yes because I don't want to hurt her either. She doesn't want to actively take you from me. Indirectly, she'd like you to go to her yourself. She felt that the reason that you love me more is because I am more sexually experienced. Your full penetration to her young body is a step toward gaining more sexual experience through you, for you."
"But I love you, Ellen."
"I know, I know. But if I did have to loose you to someone, I would want it to be Kathy." I kissed Ellen passionately when Stan and Kathy entered.
"Mother?" Kathy said unsure what would happen.
"Everything's fine now." Kathy looked at me to see if Ellen were pretending.
"Really," I assured her, "everything is fine."
"Did you...."
"I didn't do or say anything," I said. "Mother, you wanted me?" Stan asked. "Yes. Your sister is hot for action. I'm hot for Tom. Will you help your sister?"
"Yes." He dropped his robe. Kathy removed hers.
"Go ahead," Ellen encouraged.
"Kathy's hand reached for her brother's cock, yanked on it to bring it to an erection. In a short time, his prick was rigid, stiff, arching slightly upward from his body. Kathy continued to pull it but looked to her mother anxiously.
"Go ahead," Ellen said.
Kathy jumped onto the bed, opened her legs wide. Stan lay over her, maneuvered his cock to the entrance of the hairy pussy. After the work out I have it, his prick entered easily. He kept himself nearly entirely off her body. It seemed as if he were doing push ups over Kathy.
"Tom," Ellen whispered, dropping her towel, "take me."
"WHERE? In the chair? On the floor?"
"On the bed. There's room next to Stan and Kathy."
She crawled next to the two fucking bodies. Stan and Kathy saw her lay down and moved over a bit. They never stopped their hips. Ellen opened her cunt with her fingers. I lowered myself into her warmth. The two next to us stimulated us as I'm sure we did them. Kathy leaned to us, mouthed her mother's nipple. The bed shook. All of our legs became tangled. Stan came first. He kept up, though, to bring his sister's orgasm. Finished, he sat in the chair and watched. Kathy stayed on the bed at her mother's breast. Ellen was reaching for another plateau of pleasure. She came but was far from through. She wrapped her legs around my thighs, pulled Kathy's head to the sensitive nipple. Ellen moaned and wiggled. She closed her eyes, rolled her head from side to side. Without a word, we reached our orgasms at the same time.
"Happy, Mother?" Kathy asked.
"Yes, dear. Very happy."
The summer was rapidly coming to an end. Ellen and I attended three more parties at the Graffs. There was a new twist to the entertainment. Erotic plays were performed. Not exactly plays but more skits. The first one involved the Graff's and another couple. It was like a live stag film. After the performance, three couples were selected at random to put on the next performance at the next party. The third party and third skit included Ellen and myself. There were three other couples. It was a dream of a girl and guy, played by Ellen and myself. In our dream, we both had an insatiable sexual appetite. While we explained to the audience what we were experiencing, we fucked the other three in the cast.
Stan, Kathy, and I still had our poolside fun. We snapped more pictures of each other making love. The only time Kathy balked at anything we suggested is when Stan asked her if he could photograph her being mounted by a Great Dane.
With less than a week before the beginning of school, Ellen called me into the house. I followed her into the library, her private place.
"Do you remember what I did to you the first time we were alone here?"
"Yes."
"I want to do it again."
I sat on the couch, dropped my trousers. She moved between my legs, stuffed my prick into her mouth. Her tongue moved round and round the glans but I didn't respond. She licked the tip while she jerked the shaft and I still didn't come to life. Pulling her head back, still beating me off, she looked up at me questioningly-
"Why?" she asked.
"I've had Kathy four times already today."
"Can you come again?"
"Yes. Try some more."
I concentrated on her mouth when she sucked me again. Her hand pulled the skin of my testicles. Slowly, I stiffened in her mouth.
"I like that," she said, "When it's limp at first and then grows longer as my tongue licks it."
"More!" I said.
She ran her open mouth down the side of my cock. Her tongue caressed my hairy, low nuts. She puts them into her mouth. After sucking them, she dropped them into her hands and again mouthed the throbbing dick. Up and down her head moved along the side. It shined with her saliva. I looked down at her beautiful bobbing head. My cock great, large began to quiver and Ellen knew that I was ready. Her lips covered the tip and her hand jacked me off. Her other hand remained manipulating my balls. I could feel my prick grow even larger and then, at last, spurt into her mouth. She didn't catch all of it. Some escaped the sides of her mouth, onto her chin and my pubic hair. When she had finished her human cocktail, she licked as much of the come from her cheeks as she could. Bending, she cleaned my pubic hair.
She straightened the front of my pants. Ellen kissed my prick before slipping my penis back into my shorts. When she zipped my fly, she moved to her desk chair.
"Why did we come here?" I wondered.
"I was thinking of our first time, the first time you were in my mouth."
"Is it still as good?"
"Yes!"
"There's something I've been wondering about for the last two weeks. I've thought about it all summer but mostly in the last few weeks."
"What?"
"What are we going to do?"
"You mean what we have between us? Our love?"
"Yes."
"I've thought about it for longer than two weeks, Tom."
"Have you thought of anything?"
"I think so."
"We'll make love as often and as much as we can."
"But how can we? I begin school next week. I have other commitments. I just can't stop everything to be here with you."
"No. That's the last thing I want you to do. We must appear as natural as possible. That's why I've thought of a way. You should like it."
"What?"
"Well, it's like this. As long as no one knows or suspects that you're my lover, everything's fine."
"Right."
"Therefore, no one will suspect. You're good friends with Stan. It's natural for friends to see each other."
"But not all the time."
"True. But you can date Kathy. You're sixteen and you can drive. When you leave the house, who knows where you go?"
"In other words, I remain your lover throughout high school."
"Yes. Unless your love for me stops."
"I doubt it."
"We'll see."
"I was wondering what happens after high school. I'll go to college. What happens to us then?"
"Here." She handed me a bank book. It was made out in my name. The amount was $50,000! "This is for your college money."
"But I can't take this!"
"Why? It's only money. I've given you a lot more. I've given you my soul."
"But all this money. What happens if you or I find we don't love each other later?"
"The money's still yours."
"What will you do when I go to college?"
"Follow you. I've moved many time before. This time I'll move to follow my lover."
"And after college?"
"If you still feel the same way about me, we'll marry." This was the first time Ellen had ever mentioned marriage. I thought she' would laugh if I said anything, my age so different from hers. She noted my silence. "Our ages? Then, there won't be such a proportionate spread."
"Yes," I said quietly. She raised my head with her soft, cool hand.
"Anything wrong?"
"No. I just love you so much."
"Will you show me?" she asked, standing, holding her hand to me.
