RX-268 Little Brother's Big Thing
by Lee Schlangen
Copyright (c) 1972 by Surrey House, Inc. 6314 Riverdale Street San
Diego, California 92120 U.S.A.


"Living in the boarding house gave all of them more sex than they could
handle. Still it was little brother's big thing that held most of her
attention ... so rigid and so near and so always ready for her hungry
lips."


Chapter 1

"Stupid sonofabitch! Where you get off bein' so cheeky!"

"AIN'T CHEEK! I SEEN 'IM!"

"DON'T SASS ME! GODDAMN UNGRATEFUL WHELP! YELL AT ME I'LL TAKE YOUR HIDE
OFF!"

Friday night at Ma Conner's boardinghouse. Seven of us at the table and
one skulking from chair to chair trying to get a handout without Ma
seeing him. Eight, and only five were paying guests. Typical scene, too,
and my food was churning already, like it always did by the time I could
get away from that dining room.

As if it weren't bad enough to sit down to every meal with my pussy taut
from wishing Eric would get under the table with me or something! But,
no; that must not have been enough. Always there had to be the yelling
and name-calling between Ma and her sister's boy, fifteen-year-old Will
Dennis. She'd raised him from the age of nine, after his mother had
abandoned him to go whoring in Chicago. Ma was right; he ought to show
some respect after all she'd done for him. He didn't. He acted as if he
hated her. He let his hair grow until it hung onto his shoulders and
talked radical and probably even smoked pot! And he got mad every time
she reminded him how much he owed her. So they fought at every meal, him
defying her with his snapping, black eyes and crooked teeth and weasel
nose and her pushing back the coarse hair that kept falling across her
forehead and setting her jaw and shrieking.

It wasn't that I couldn't take it ... or Mark, my fourteen-year-old
brother, for that matter. It was just I was scared to death Eric would
get a bellyful and tell Ma where to stick her goddamn place.

As usual, though, it was suave, dark, snake-like Duane Fowler who got
pissed off, while Eric patiently ignored the row and worked his way
through his double portion of dessert.

"For Christ's sake! Sounds like an Irish fishing wharf!" Duane growled.
"Belt the little snot and be done with it!"

Ma didn't take a lot of shit off her guests and I don't think she really
cared right then if Duane did leave. She fixed him with a baleful glare
and drew herself up, swelling as if she had an air pump hooked into her
boobs. "Who the hell asked you, Duane Fowler? Just because those
know-nothin' owners in Kansas City think you got the brains to run the
Emporia Bowl doesn't mean you been out of diapers long enough to tell me
how to raise a kid!"

Duane snorted. "Maybe being closer to the diapers makes it easier to
remember what works."

Ma sniggered behind her hand. "You're even closer to your high school
pettin' days. Hear that ain't gettin' you all you're lookin' for down at
the alleys."

That hit a nerve. Duane shot a dark glance toward me and made a snarling
noise in his throat. Before he could think of a retort Ma's daughter
slipped a knife into the open wound. Nancy was a "super-sophisticated,"
prematurely mature kid, to judge by her opinion of herself, and she kept
up on the gossip around Emporia.

"Even with breaks," she added. And then, as if on some totally unrelated
subject and with a quick sideways glance at me, "In fact, they say
there's some kind of excitement down along the river these days. A real
pusher ought to get down there."

I choked and thought about climbing over the table at her. I'd had to
fight Duane off ever since he'd come in as manager of the Emporia Bowl.
And that, after I'd changed jobs to get out from under that filthy Mr.
Goldstein's thumb at the Bijou Theater. For three and a half miserable
years, when I was too young to get another job without Mr. Goldstein's
recommendation, I'd submitted to all the degrading experiences he could
devise. As cashier at the Bowl, I'd thought I had it made. And then
Duane had arrived.

But I'd held him off. As stories began circulating from girls who had
bought his line, I'd cringed and firmed up my determination to stay out
of his clutches. Even when he kept me late with phony recounts at the
register and nit-picking stuff about receipts, I'd held out. For the
past three weeks he'd been harassing me that way, and I still hadn't let
him make any headway.

Somebody had pulled the rug out from under me, though. Somebody had
started a rumor I was slipping off to the river at quitting time and
taking on whatever came along. Man or boy or boy-and-dog, the whispers
went, Lee Schlangen's taking on all comers. Down on the river bank.
Duane could have shot those rumors down with one sentence. He could have
confirmed my claim he was keeping me at the register and on the books a
couple of hours every night. But all the bastard did was smile knowingly
and make a "tch-tch" noise and say he found it hard to believe Miss
Schlangen would do all the terrible things they said. In the looks he
gave me, it was plain he'd put a stop to that ugly talk once I came
across for him.

But even under Nancy's dirty-minded, hurt-'em-whenever-you-get-a-chance
attack, I couldn't look at the man without chills of fear chasing
themselves up and down my back. I did see Mark sort of lurch in his
chair as if he were about to bring something to Nancy's attention. So I
kicked his shin good and hard and scowled at him. We couldn't afford to
run from Ma the way Eric or Duane could. Not even if Mark had begun
hearing the stories and was getting cut up by that little snot's
innuendoes.

Eric looked up from his empty dessert plate with a bemused sort of
expression as if he'd just gotten there. "Hmm ... Nigg was telling me
they're taking record loads of fish out of the river this month. You
might want to take a crack at them, Fowler."

Goddamn him! He was such a gentleman! He could always come up with
something to take off the pressure, and yet he wouldn't give me the time
of day. Wasn't always like this! I thought. You had real hot nuts for me
when you first moved in! Wasn't until you started listening to some of
those big-mouth bastards you decided you were too good to get mixed up
with a tramp like me! And most of the stories just as big lies as the
one about the river. I could have cried. Pious shit! I fumed. What makes
a Dock Superintendent on a truck freight dock so goddamn pure!

I knew, though. It wasn't being the superintendent and in line for a
real promotion into the Kansas City office. It was just what kind of man
he was ... tender and thoughtful and conservative ... great, muscular,
six-foot-two body for backing up his authority ... words enough in his
vocabulary so he didn't have to use the short, ugly ones unless he
wanted to. With his crewcut light brown hair and unlined face and
physique, I kept imagining he belonged in one of the pictures in that
book about Greek gods Mark was studying. And I loved him until sometimes
I thought I'd die. Only he wasn't about to tangle with a reputation like
mine.

Try supporting yourself and your kid brother like me! I thought. Start
out when you're about eighteen--just barely--and he's twelve and only
Ma's good word keeps them from sending each of you to some foster home.
Just try working to make up the difference between a piddling insurance
check and what it costs to live, even at Ma Conner's. Then see what kind
of reputation you end up with!

I'd reached the bottom of the self-pity well. I couldn't stay in that
damn dining room another minute! I sort of stumbled to my feet and
muttered an excuse and got out of there. I guess Mark was just about as
up-tight as I was, because he growled something and came after me. And
of course, faithful old Gunner gave up his attempt to wheedle a mouthful
and padded after Mark.

As I went through the archway toward the stairs I heard Ma sniff.

"Hmph! A body'd think we could have one civilized meal around here. I
swear, young man, I don't know what's come over you! Mark my words,
you'll get your come-uppance!"

And Will's whining, belligerent response. "Awww, ain't my fault
everybody's got a wild hair!"


Chapter 2


For some reason my thoughts kept swirling back to Mr. Goldstein while I
climbed the stairs. God, how I hated that man! He'd been pudgy--not
really fat, just smooth and pudgy and sweaty--and he'd seemed to me to
have as many hands as an octopus. I'd been scared to death of him the
first time I'd had to talk to him. Mother and Daddy hadn't been dead
longer than a month and I'd already realized the insurance wasn't going
to stretch far enough at Ma Conner's. I mean, there were two of us no
matter how you looked at it, and that meant it cost for two instead of
one. She'd gone to bat for us and kept them from splitting us up, but
she did have a living to make, herself. And the people who paid her for
board and room furnished that living.

The trouble was, I actually lacked about five months of being old enough
to be my own boss. Technically, Mr. Goldstein should have gotten a court
okay to put me to work. And that would have meant somebody from Welfare
snooping around his place all the time and him filling out extra forms
and all sorts of other trouble. But he did understand how desperate I
was. So he hired me without going through the formalities. They'd wink
at it so long as I kept my nose clean, he assured me. It wouldn't be
fair to pay me what the other usherettes got, either, he pointed out,
since they were all legal and didn't involve him in any risk. And I
could see that and accepted what he was willing to pay; at least I could
come out just about even at the end of every month.

Only keeping my nose clean really had meant doing whatever Mr. Goldstein
wanted me to. I hadn't been working more than a week before one of the
patrons made a big fuss about losing his wallet. I looked for it--he was
sitting right on the aisle where I was working--and never did find it.
Mr. Goldstein was worried about that. He made me keep looking. And when
everybody else had finished and gone home, I was still looking. And Mr.
Goldstein was watching me look.

So I was crawling along between two rows of seats and my miniskirt was
hiking up to my ass--he insisted on real short skirts for the good of
the business--and my head ached until I was practically blind. And all
of a sudden I felt his hand on my back, sort of between my shoulder
blades, and his other hand grabbed my pussy. God! What could I do? I
could yell some and struggle some more, but I didn't have room to break
away. And before I could get out more than the first couple of yells he
had his hand inside my panties and one finger lying in my slit. He was
as fast as a cat, too! I didn't even know how he'd done it, but he got
astride me, his knees holding my waist and wedged between the seats and
his rump over my shoulders! And that gave him two hands to use where he
wanted to.

I'd grown up in a little town about twenty miles upriver from Emporia. I
knew farms and farm animals and farm kids. There wasn't anything about
sex I hadn't heard and sniggered about and gotten shivers over. Maybe
I'd even hidden behind a woodpile once in awhile. But mother and daddy
had done what they could to teach me what was "right" and what was
"wrong." I could remember how daddy's belt had stung those times when
he'd found out I'd slipped a little.

So I was full of horror and panic at what Mr. Goldstein was doing. But
that finger in my slit felt good! Oh, God, so terribly good! And I
couldn't get away from it! He jerked my panties off my legs and grubbed
at my pussy lips with those pudgy hands of his. He pried them apart and
rubbed them between his fingers and worked one fingertip around the
quivering, raw little rim of my cunt-mouth. And all I could do was make
my hips go! I knew there was cunny-juice there; I could feel its heat as
it oozed out and the cold as it began to dry. He spread it all over
me--on my pussy lips and into the crack between my "bum-apples," as one
of the boys used to call them, and right on my scared, puckered little
asshole!

I can't remember everything he did that night. It all gets foggy in my
mind. But I do remember the way he wrapped his arms around me, just
forward of my hips, and lifted my bottom into the air. My feet were
waving and my back felt like it would break, and everything was wide
open for him! I remember how hot and wet his mouth felt when he shoved
his face into my ass crack. I remember the weird, fiery sensation when
he kissed--YES, ACTUALLY KISSED--my asshole. But the most fantastic
recollection of all is what it felt like when he started wedging the tip
of his tongue into that puckered, winking little hole. Oh, Jesus! What
an unbelievable sensation! Sweet and awful ... delicious and agonizing
... so exciting it made tears come to my eyes and so repulsive it made
me want to throw up!

I didn't throw up. Not then or any time after. But I could have killed
myself for some of the things I did because he made me do them.
Especially when I found out the projectionist was staying at the theater
every time Mr. Goldstein and I did. And that he was taking movies until
they had hundreds of feet of me doing all those things. It was too late
to quit, then. And Mr. Goldstein started letting other men use me. And
boys!

Well, that was the one part I liked right from the start. Those sweet,
cherubic, eager little boys with their peewee-cockers that were just
barely ready to turn into hard-ons and the way their little foreskins
peeled back and left them all red underneath and the way they ...

God! Anyway, Mr. Goldstein got another real young girl in there after
I'd worked three and a half years for him. And he let me quit and take
the cashier's job at the Emporia Bowl. And I began to get over that
awful period.

I guess I thought mostly about those little boys while I climbed the
stairs and went back to Mark's and my apartment. I know I was thinking
about them when I went inside. And I went right through my bedroom to
the sun porch Ma had enclosed and let us have for a sitting room of our
own. It was dark in there and I dropped onto the beat-up old rattan
lounge and stared out the low windows at the cottonwoods and the street
lights and wondered if any of those little boys recognized me now when
they came bowling.

I was a little ashamed of myself; the crotch of my panties was wet from
the goo my thoughts had triggered. My hands shook a little, too, but
that was mostly from the fury and frustration I'd felt in the dining
room.

There was a faint scuffling sound and Mark plunked down on the edge of
the lounge. He leaned over me and sort of cuddled me without saying
anything, as if he were twenty-two and I were fourteen. I let myself
float in the warmth and security of his boyish embrace for awhile and
then chuckled quietly.

"It's going to be okay, Markie. You know that Latin phrase you keep
saying."

"Means 'Don't let the bastards get you down'?" he asked.

"That's the one. They can't get us down." To my horror, my voice cracked
and I started to cry. It's that bastard, Eric! I thought. He's the one's
getting me down!

Mark just held me tighter. I felt him squashing my boobies and tried to
smother the abrupt wave of cock-hunger that washed over me. I cried
harder and he squeezed harder and I had to squirm. I mean, my hips were
squirming. I was sort of curling up around him and panting through the
sobs and my pussy was burning up!

I don't know how he did it, but somehow his hand moved and brushed my
bottom. It was like touching a match to a rocket! I grabbed him and hung
on. My tits rubbed on him and my knees jerked up to jam my thighs
against his buttocks and I was all over him! And his damn hand was all
over! He didn't rub my thigh with it more than a couple of strokes,
probably, but while I was still twisting around, he got it onto one of
my boobs. He could have done anything, then. He was all those little
boys rolled into one, and I was going to teach my own brother how to get
the most pleasure out of fucking!

He didn't fight when I scrambled around so he was lying down and I was
over him. He didn't object when I propped myself up so my boobs were
right above his face, either. He simply unbuttoned my blouse and pushed
my bra up off the swaying mounds and buried his face between them. But
he did jerk pretty hard when I grabbed his hard-on through his
trouser-front. That really seemed to shake him!

I didn't mind. I let him buck a little while I unzipped his fly. And
when my hand had burrowed inside and clamped onto that naked, smooth
cylinder and his wiry pubic hair was pricking my hand, he was welcome to
flop around all he wanted to. He was clear gone, though. All of a sudden
he wanted to do whatever I wanted him to. He let me undress him. He lay
there with his eyes big and round and his mouth forming an "O" and let
me take his pants and shorts off and held his arms right for me to get
his T-shirt off. And he lay there as if he were paralyzed, looking sort
of scared ... scared of what was happening, but more scared to move.

"I'm not going to hurt you, honey," I told him, real soft. "Don't you
see? I just want you to learn.

"Yeah." He gulped.

I let my dress settle wider on my shoulders, then shrugged so it slipped
away from them. I stood perfectly still while the material sagged and
wrinkled and slid down me a little at a time. It hung around my hips,
twisted and draped, and I tugged at the bra cups Mark had shoved up. My
boobs filled them again and I worked one shoulder strap real slowly off
my shoulder, then the other, and pulled my arms out of them. Mark's eyes
bugged as he stared at me. "Sis? ..." His voice sounded strangled. "Sis!
You're! ..."

When he stopped and didn't say what he'd started to, I pushed my bra
down to my waist. Just like that, I pushed it down so my tits spilled
into the open. Mark licked his lips with the tip of his tongue and I
turned the bra around at my waist so the catch was in front where I
could unfasten it easy. And I pulled the empty thing away from me and
let it dangle from my hand, slack and flat without its stuffing of
flesh. I tossed it away, suddenly not feeling nonchalant or superior,
but just as scared and unbelieving as the scared, naked kid who lay
there staring up at me.

"Oh, Jeez, sis!" he whispered, kind of hoarse-sounding. "Oh, Jeez!"

As if his awe were a spur, I stiffened and fumbled at another button on
my dress. Loosened, it gave the flimsy garment just enough freedom to
start sliding again. A fraction of an inch at a time, the swell of my
hips came in view--and the broad, sweet curve of my lower belly. My
panties hugged me intimately, too thin and clinging to soften the crease
at the top of my pubic hair or to hide the dark-shadowed hump where the
hair mat thrust forward on my love mound. In the rays of the rising
moon--they reached in through the windows and bathed me with their dusky
radiance just like in some mythical rite--wisps of black hair twisted
around the edges of the panties and were silhouetted against the smooth
whiteness of my flesh.

The dress passed the fullness of my bottom and slid off my thighs with a
rush, exposing their rounded taper and the taut rigidity of my knees. I
stepped out of the crumpled garment and began to work my panties down.

Again, Mark made a strangled noise. His breath hissed unsteadily and he
whispered. "Oh, Jeez! Oh, Jeez, sis! I never seen ...!"

"I know, sweetie." Real soft and tender, like a mother soothing her
child. "I know you never. Don't you see, honey? It's time!" And I kept
showing him more and more of that secret flesh he hadn't seen. My pubic
hair bulged out when the panties freed it, springing full and curly, and
my hands shook when I touched part of the crotch of the flimsy garment
and found out how wet it really was.

After my whole pussy was uncovered and the panties were halfway down my
thighs, there wasn't any way to keep the suspense up. I bent and quickly
stripped the messy things from my legs and kicked them and the dress
away. And then I stood over him, letting him get his fill of a figure as
good as any in Emporia--and better than most--while I studied that peter
of his and contemplated how much a man he'd become.

His pubic hair was still a little thin. It clustered into strands that
curled in tight ringlets, clinging to the base of the white-shafted,
veined, swollen-headed cock. His balls lay half-overlapped in the hollow
between his thighs. Their bag was drawn-up and taut, goose-pimpled under
the sparse hair that grew on it, and the nuggets inside reminded me of
prune-plumbs. His pecker looked like it was going to burst! It lay
stiffly on his belly, its tip almost hanging over his belly-button, the
head bulging inside its stretched foreskin, which gaped at the end as if
gasping for breath.

It exercised a hypnotic charm on me, that innocent, straining young
organ. I sank slowly to my knees beside the lounge and laid a hand on
his thigh, my fingertips reverently caressing the silken texture of his
scrotum while I lowered my face closer and closer to that lovely,
pulsing, thick-veined rod of meat above it. With my lips parted
expectantly, I touched the softer underside of his dick with a tender
kiss. I nibbled at it for a moment while Mark jerked in a deep breath
and tensed his thighs. His knees rose and separated when I continued
nibbling along the turgid stalk toward its crown, and he groaned.

"Oh, sis! Jeez, sis! ... Unnnhhh! ... Nnnggg!"

I fingered the sweet stem, the pads of my fingertips stroking along its
sides while my teeth squeaked on the twitching foreskin. He acted as if
he were afraid I meant to bite the raging pecker off. Every little nip
brought a sharp flinch, his belly jerking and his cock leaping under my
lips. His fists pressed tightly to his hips, clenching and unclenching.
But he couldn't fight the eagerness I was arousing in him; his knees
spread and his heels dug at the cushion while his hips started grinding.

"Uuuhhh ... nnnNNnnn! ... Oooh, sis, let me play with you, too!"

"Mmm? ... Mmm! Okay!"

I sighed. It was so comfortable and so beautiful this way,
kneeling--sitting on my heels with my boobs resting on the edge of the
lounge and just touching his hot, young body while I loved his throbbing
dick. I'd have to stand, bending at the waist, if he wanted to dabble at
my pussy. But I couldn't refuse his young male need. I pushed myself up
and bent over him, smiling to myself at the way my boobies coned as they
hung beneath me.

He caught at me, pulling me around toward him, and when my leg bumped
the side of the lounge and stopped me, he seized that ankle and lifted
my foot, swinging my leg across his chest. I gasped at the way my pussy
had so suddenly been pulled open to his view. I struggled for a moment,
but his hands held me securely and he continued to maneuver me until I
knelt astride his chest, his upper arms resting on my calves and pinning
my legs. And I stared right into the tip of his cock, shivering at the
weird notion the hooded bulb was leering back at me.

I hitched myself over him, my tits brushing his hard, flat belly, and
took the young cock in both hands. Lying on him, feeling the thickness
of that boyish rib cage wedging my thighs apart and his clumsy,
trembling fingers fumbling at my pussy-lips, I lost the artistic
detachment I'd felt and became suddenly the voracious, cock-starved
female. I extended my tongue and lapped at him. I scoured the skin of
his scrotum, feeling his balls slide against each other under my
tongue's pressure. I straightened the crusted hairs and stripped them of
their musky coating on the surface of my tongue, letting them spring
back squeaky clean. And I laved the dear, quivering trunk of his cock,
its flavor strong at first with the remnants of sweat and seminal
secretions, then clean and fresh and scented only with its own subtle
man-smell.

I paced myself. I fought off the ever-growing impulse to gobble at the
waiting, bulging head of that glorious prick. My tongue lingered over
the last of its homage, caressing and teasing his drum-taut foreskin and
twirling with tantalizing persistence around the very rim of that darkly
gaping opening that would lead to his cockhead.

Mark was groaning continuously and twisting ferociously. His fingers
dragged through the furry pelt that clothed each of my pussy-lips and
probed tentatively at the hairless crevice between them. But I knew he
was overwhelmingly distracted by the strange, delightful sensations in
his dick. And at last my impatience broke its bounds. My hands closed in
hard rings over the broadest girth of his hooded cockhead and started
working his foreskin back. Terror threaded its way into my thought;
maybe he'd never peeled that sheath to expose the tender meat inside!
Maybe it wasn't going to be elastic enough to release that one
blood-packed knob I wanted so badly to taste--to fondle--to gulp into my
throat!

The edge of his hood was like a band of tough wire. It compressed the
meat within as I worked it back. Mark wailed, his voice quavering and
fearful, and thrust his butt into the air in agony.

"Sis! ... YAGGHHH!... EEEIIIYE! ... OH JEEZ, SIS! ... LOVE OF GOD,
DOOOONNN'T!"

I slipped the recalcitrant sheath back into place and worked it gently
back and forth, testing it as it began to stretch and loosen. Dear God!
I prayed. Oh, dear God, don't let me hurt him! And don't, please don't
let it be so tight I can't get it back! Oh, please, God!

Little by little, the hard band softened and stretched. Little by
little, the dark, tortured glans came into view. And I put my mouth to
it and bathed it in soothing, healing saliva and caressed the
sensitized, blunt, quivering nose with my tongue.

"MmmMMmmmMMmmm! ... AHHahhAHHH! ... Sis! ... That feels ... UNNNHHH! ...
feels weird! ... Bad and ... and goooOOOD!"

Back ... back more ... stre-e-etch ...! Now let it relax and slide
forward ... and cover .... Now push-push-push ...
strip-peel-stretch-wiggle-stretch ... And relax ... and stretch ... and
relax ... and stretch ... and ... it's ... going ... going
goooiiinnnggg! It was a silent chant. It was a litany of desire. It was
a prayer of lust and need and love for this innocent child who was my
brother. And it was a frantic appeal. And, Oh, dear God, there it goes!
THERE IT GOES!

Taut and shiny, a bright red where the inner surface was being exposed,
the stretching, resisting, now-tissue-thin hood slipped back until its
tightest rim clamped the shoulder-ridge of his cockhead in its embrace.
Mark writhed, his fingers digging into my hot, pulsing pussy-lips with
heedless force while he tensed against the unknown.

Knowing I could win--knowing I was the boss over that mindless, stubborn
piece of skin--I felt a silly rush of triumph and a determination to
flaunt my superiority. Instead of stripping it the rest of the way onto
his shaft with a quick, easy pull, I thrust it forward to cover the
trembling, dewy cockhead again. Slowly, then, the tiniest fraction of an
inch at a time, I worked it back toward the flare. As it went back, I
teased and wet it with the tip of my tongue until it glistened with my
saliva. I pushed it exactly to the greatest width of his cockhead and
stopped it there, licking it all the way around and nibbling at it with
my lips, massaging its drum-hard-tautness with the warm, firm softness
of my mouth.

Again I worked the foreskin forward and again stripped it to its
tightest position, again licking and massaging. And again and again,
while the tortured, red-streaked, shiny appearance changed to a bruised,
mottled-purple, relaxed look. When it stopped binding at the flaring,
riblike shoulders, I finally stroked it past them and smoothed the fatty
flesh-rich hood along the unyielding hardness of his shaft. And I
lovingly caressed it again with my tongue and took playful bites of the
inside-out foreskin with my lips, smearing its still-relaxing
undersurface with my spit and lipstick.

Mark's virgin cockhead was now mine. It quivered like firm jelly before
my eyes. I held the shaft in my hand, gripping it like I had held ice
cream cones as a child, and turned it and waved it so I could study the
head. It made me think of a startled, half-frightened kid looking at me.
It was hard-packed, young flesh, raw-meat colored and a velvety texture
under the wetness. The upper surface--I had to push his cock up to a
vertical position to look at that--was bulging and domed at the end. It
swept around a full curve and began to flare, swelling out to a wide,
thick ridge at the rear. When I lowered his cock toward his belly, where
in its stiffness it wanted to lie, the undersurface was up where I could
see it. And it was like the whole bulging, meaty knob had been pulled
together there and welded, leaving a part of the seam open for a
passage. The shoulders dipped in where they came together, and they
pulled up toward the tip a little, flattening at the end of his slit.
The edges of the slit were rolled-smooth, textureless flaps, almost,
that gaped apart when I squeezed his cock and drew together when I
relaxed the pressure.

A swelling drop of clear, thin liquid trembled on the slit, bridging the
gap and threatening to break and spread over the surface. And I knew it
had formed after I'd finished stripping back his foreskin, because my
tongue had scoured his cockhead then. I extended my tongue to scoop up
the drop. My breath was short and my head buzzed with the excitement of
the moment as I flipped the sweet fluid into my mouth and let it spread
slowly over the waiting inner membranes. The taste, flat and metallic
and faintly musky, made my mouth pucker and my tongue press against the
roof of my mouth. My palate seemed to quiver and the joints of my jaws
to tighten at the taste. I swallowed reflexively and touched the edges
of his slit again. With slow, loving strokes, I lapped at the
smooth-curved bulges of his cockhead and polished the rubbery flesh.

Mark was groaning. His flat, young belly was writhing, its muscles
twisting and rippling with his reaction to the attentions I was giving
his eager, twitching cockhead. His thumbs pried my swelling, sensitized
pussy-lips apart and explored their inner, fluted lobes, making my hips
jerk and weave in a quick, erratic rhythm. I put my lips to his
cockhead, parting them to let part of the smooth, warm cock flesh
protrude into the domain of my tongue. And I sucked, drawing on the
trembling meat as if it were the tip of a cigarette--or as if I were
giving a love bite and would afterward be able to see the splotched,
bruised surface I'd pulled the blood to.

The subtle man-taste of that spongy bulb aroused my eagerness and made
my self-control crumble. I gobbled at it, gulping it fully into my mouth
and settling my lips around the throat of the shaft. The broad dome
nudged at the back of my tongue and I squeezed, shaping the pulpy mass
to the contours of my palate while I sucked hungrily. With deliberate
thrusts of my head, I forced his cock back and forth in my mouth, my
lips sliding up and down the first inch of his shaft and the knobby bulb
ramming from front to back of the hot, wet cavity. I shivered with
delight each time his roundness bumped into the arch of my throat and
swallowed continually as his youthful fluids seeped onto my tongue.

Mark seemed to get the idea. Groaning happily, he grabbed me, his hands
closing on the fronts of my thighs and brushing against my belly. He
pulled back and down until my pussy settled over his mouth, and his
tongue began to stroke the soft, puffy bulges along the inner slopes of
my parted pussy-lips. I was giddy with delight. His caresses were jerky
and uncertain, but they were enthusiastic at the same time. Cautiously,
I thrust first one leg back and then the other, moving my knees out from
under me and extending them past either side of his head. And I felt
rocked by excitement at the feel of his ears and the shorter hairs at
the sides of his head where they were impressed on the sweat-moistened
inner sides of my thighs.

The only noises in that moonlit sun porch were the wet, slurping ones of
greedy tonguing and sucking and the puzzled whimpers of Mark's anxious
dog, Gunner. I fondled my little brother's balls with one hand, the
swollen young eggs sliding over each other inside their crowded bag and
the covering puckered and coarse against my fingers.

And I ran my manicured nails lightly up and down the exposed part of the
ribbed, pulsing, taut-skinned cockshaft through narrow, trickling
rivulets of my own escaping saliva.

His tongue explored my twat, lapping at the inflamed membranes of the
inner lips and probing deeper to the aching, juice-coated floor of my
slit. I could feel my cunt-rim winking as if it were trying to trap the
passing tongue-tip and the hungry, writhing emptiness of my inner
passage. My tits now flattened beneath my weight, their pulpy, nodular
tissues spreading over my brother's belly. I swayed from side to side on
their spongy cushioning and let the quick waves of pleasure wash through
me. And I bobbed my head, jacking his thick, engorged cock back and
forth over the yielding surface of my tongue while I sucked. My hips
jerked fiercely as Mark forced his tongue to the rim of my cunt-mouth
and twirled it on that rubbery ring. His smooth, firm young cheeks held
my pussy-lips open and worked continuously against them in a way that
kept triggering new eruptions of streaming cunt-juice at his sucking
lips.

Suddenly his hands stiffened against my hips and he thrust me off his
mouth, my twitching ass rising into the air.

"Sis! Jeez, sis!" His words were thick and slurred. "C'n I fuck you now?
You gonna let me fuck you?"

I reluctantly pulled my head back to release the straining, leaping
cock. "Yes." I swallowed convulsively, the heady flavor of his sweet
cockhead lingering at the back of my throat. "Yes, hon, you can fuck me.
You want to do that now?"

"Now, sis! Jeez, how much can a guy take?"

"Okay." I felt light-hearted and happy, now, my bitterness and self-pity
washed away in the freshet of his innocent lust. "Okay, sweetie. Let go
of my legs."

He let me get my knees under me again and I turned around to face him,
straddling his waist and raising myself erect over him. He looked
puzzled and rested his hands on the taut front muscles of my thighs, his
thumbs burying themselves in my dark pussy-hair.

"Whatchya gonna do, sis?"

I didn't say anything. I simply reached under my gulping cunt and
grabbed that lovely, rigid dick of his again and lifted it away from his
belly. Raising it so it stood upright under me, I let myself down toward
it, wiggling my hips so my pussy wove back and forth as they approached
the now-trembling dome. My pussy-lips closed around the thick knob,
their steaming wetness lubricating the contact and guiding the cockhead
to the throbbing, greedy rim of my cunt-mouth.

Mark's eyes widened and a grin spread slowly across his lips. "Oh! Ohhh!
I get it, sis! OOOEEE! ... This is going to feel like the greatest!"

We sort of flowed together. My cunt-mouth was hot and wet and stretchy
from his sucking and his cockhead was so very smooth and round that the
rubbery rim just gobbled the heavy knob right in. The hot, thick, soft
walls of my vagina wedged apart as the inward-plowing cockhead bored its
own passage between them and reamed the tube his shaft would lie in. As
my cunt-rim slid down the length of the ribbed cylinder, I drew a deep,
shaky breath and seized my own thighs.

"UNNNHHH! ... MAR-KEE!" My words came out as jerky gasps. "How's ... it
... feeeeel!"

"YNNNGGG! Shit, sis! ... W-w-warmmmm! ... AIGHHH! ... GRRREAT!"

The bristly, sparse wisps of his cock-hair jabbed into the gaping,
inflamed membranes surrounding my sinking, cunt-mouth. My hot, oozing
flesh molded itself over the bulging base of his cock and the front
ridges of his thighs rose to meet my quivering, wriggling ass-cheeks.

Mark grabbed my wrists and squeezed, then lifted his hands to my
swaying, full-sloped boobs and cradled them.

"OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK! THE GREATEST, SIS! A GLOVE FOR MY PECKER! JUST LIKE
A TIGHT GLOVE FOR IT!"

I bounced a little bit and he gasped.

"Ohhh, shiiit!" he groaned. "Let me!"

He shifted his hands to my ass, raising me a couple of inches, and his
hips snapped, jerking his ass off the lounge and plunging his stiff,
deep-buried cock upward through the crowding organs. Dropping back, he
thrust again and then again, each upward stroke ending when his hard
cock-base slammed into my pussy. My tits leaped like water-filled
balloons and my hair bounced all over my shoulders. I leaned forward
enough to brace my hands on his belly and held my ass off him while he
pounded at it with his pumping hips. His giant cockhead churned my belly
and the thick, slippery dick-shaft scrubbed in and out through the
tight-clamped rim of my cunt. I shuddered and shook my head giddily.

"MMMMM! ... YAGHHH! ... FUCK ME, SWEETIE! ... BLAST ME!"

"JEEZ, SIS! ... OOOOFFF! ... UNNNHHH! ... RIGHT UP YA!"

His blows speeded and strengthened. He hit my pussy hard enough to fling
me right into the air, lifting my knees off the lounge, and I clung to
him, my fingers biting into his sides to keep me from being thrown off.

"OH, SWEETIE! OH, SWEEEEETIE!" My voice shook, half sob and half laugh.
D-D-DON'T BLAST ME LOOSE!"

"HANG ON! OH, SHIT, HANG ON, SIS!"

An enormous knot of excitement and tension was forming in the core of my
belly: I knew I was going to blow into an orgasm within seconds and I
wanted to be even closer to this dear, hot-blooded baby brother of mine.
I dropped forward, my boobs squashing like pulp over his chest and my
hair falling over my shoulders onto his. Tears wet my lashes and moans
of happiness bubbled from my parted, twitching lips. I kicked back with
my feet, extending my legs outside his, and let my pussy settle around
the base of his cock.

"Oh, sweeetie!" I whispered. And I yelled. "OOOHHH, HONNNEEEY! FUCK
HAAARRRD! ... HAAARD! ... I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG! ... CUMMMIIINNNGGG!"

"YEEEAGGGHHH! ... MEEE TOOOO! ... UNNNHHH! ... NNNNN!"

"MAKE IT, MARKIE! ... OHHH, MMMAKE-IT!"

He stopped blasting and strained up under me, the base of his cock
grinding my clitoris and the full, meaty cock throbbing inside me. The
knot of excitement seemed to rupture, a great tide of hot pleasure
surging over me and gut-twisting, spasmodic contractions squeezing my
inner walls onto the implanted peter. I went rigid, arching my back and
surrendering to the fierce tremor that took me in its grip. My pussy
seemed to crawl on his hardness while he pulsed and jerked and his cum
spurted against the upper end of my barrel. The warm jism pooled in me
and my belly seethed with its new load. My ass-cheeks tightened and
clamped together and I pushed my upper torso up with stiff arms to let
my weight ride on his spewing cock.

"AGHHH ... UMMMMM ... MMMMM ..." I twisted violently and felt the inner
convulsions easing. "Ohhh, honnneeey! ... Sooo goood! ... Markeee,
baby!"

"Yummm! Sis, I never came that hard! Not ever!" He shivered and put his
arms around me, crushing my naked, slender body against the sweaty,
quivering, boy-flesh. "Hot, wet, tight cunt-walls, sis! They just milked
everything I had out of me! Jeez, what a way to cum!"

In the returning awareness of my afterglow, I felt an abrupt need to
make him understand. "Mark, honey ..."

"Huh?"

"Marky, don't let fucking get to be just a wild, dirty way to get kicks.
Always remember how good it can be when you feel right to start with."

"Huh! You blow your mind, sis?"

I tried desperately. "Listen, honey! Think! It's best when it means
something besides just getting your balls off! When you're as close to a
woman as you can get and you've still got to get closer, then fucking
gets you closer!"

"Uh ... okay ... yeah, sis, I see what you're driving at. Okay."

I hoped he did. I lay in our sweat, sliding a little on his happily
squirming belly, and made my cunt-mouth squeeze his softened prick
affectionately. He giggled and bumped my pussy with his pelvic arch and
raised his knees a little to force my thighs further apart.

And he sighed. "We sure fit together good, sis. You're nice to fuck."

By the note of contented love in his voice I knew he did understand. He
might find the notion strange and foggy, but on a gut level he did
understand.

"Marky ... I love you ..."

"Aww, sis! ... Aw, I love you, too. But let's don't get all mushy.
Okay?"

"Okay." I had to laugh. "Okay, sweetie."

"Hey, sis. This isn't going to be the only time, is it? We're going to
fuck lots of times, aren't we? Please?"

"Sure. Sure, we will, Marky."

"And we won't always make it something real serious, will we?"

"No. We'll make it fun."

"And play around and try stuff and things like that?"

"Sure. Sure we will."

"Mmm! Okay, sis." And he squeezed me hard.


Chapter 3


We stayed on the lounge quite awhile with Mark's pecker still in me. It
was soft and had shrunk a lot, so some of his cum oozed out around it
and got both of us gooey and sticky, and the smell of cock got pretty
heavy in the night heat, but everything felt great to me. We couldn't
stay that way forever, though; Gunner kept whining and nudging at us and
his wet nose was awfully cold when he poked it against my side or reared
up and stuck it between the backs of my legs.

So we got up and giggled a lot and took a shower together. It was the
first time either of us had done that. Mark got another hard-on, what
with both of us being soapy and slick and him rubbing against my tits
and feeling around. But I wasn't about to let him climb onto me again
that night. I mean, a girl doesn't have any right to spoil a kid, even
if she is the one who's supporting him. I turned off the hot water when
he wasn't looking and the cold stream shriveled him up in a hurry. Even
after that, though, we toweled each other dry. I'm afraid I was just
about as horny as he was, and I had the most delicious feeling about
being able to do just what we wanted to. I made sure the door to the
hallway was locked and we went back to the sun porch and left our
clothes off and talked.

We didn't turn on the lights; the moon was shining in so bright we could
almost make out colors in its glare. And a couple of times we heard
people going past in the alley and got up and stood right in the window,
naked and gleaming in the silvery light, with me hanging onto Mark's
cock and him getting a handful of tit. Nobody happened to look up, and I
guess that was pretty lucky. If they'd seen us and said anything to Ma
Conner, our ass would have been in a sling.

Somehow we got around to talking a little about what had happened at
supper. Mark was sorry for Will, although I felt the kid deserved
whatever Ma said.

"Aw, sis!" Mark argued. "How would you like somebody all the time
telling you how much you owed her? And knowing your mother didn't even
care enough about you to care what happened to you? Wouldn't make you
real nice, I bet."

"Well ..." I hadn't thought of Will that way. He was just a nasty,
irritating kid, as far as I was concerned. But when Mark put it that way
I did have to admit Will had an awful lot of provocation for being a
snot. "Well, maybe ..."

"Who likes him, sis? Ain't one person here that does! What's he got
going for him?"

That got me where I was weakest. Mark and I had found out all about
being lonely and miserable. But at least we knew our mom and dad had
loved us and done everything for us they could while they were alive.
Will hadn't even had a father; everybody in Emporia knew he was a
bastard. And then to lose his mother the way he did--to have her take
off to be a whore and not even see that anybody was going to take care
of him ...

Well, that was bound to make him feel terrible. It was bound to make him
bitter and defensive and contrary. The worst part of it was, like Mark
said, nobody anywhere liked the little shit! The more I thought about
it, the worse I felt. I'd been just as mean to Will as I could be. I'd
gone out of my way to make things miserable for him. And there had been
a few times when he'd actually tried to be nice to me, like a dog you
kick around still comes nosing around with his tail between his legs
trying to make you like him.

Maybe I was still thinking about that the next morning. I know I wasn't
being very careful. I let Duane Fowler trap me in the upper hallway
before I even realized he was there. I guess I was worried about two
things. I didn't want to have it on my conscience I'd helped drive a kid
out of society. But neither did I like the way Mark seemed to be trying
to pattern himself after Will. I mean, I was beginning to see signs of
Will's rebelliousness and contempt for what he called the
"establishment" cropping up in Mark. And I sure wasn't going to stand
still for that!

So there I was. I ran right into Duane ... bumped into him and fell back
and looked up to see him looming over me and grinning down at me.

He gave me a real leer and ran his stare right down over me as if I were
naked. And he said, "Hey, baby! We've got hours and hours before we've
got to open up the alleys. What do you say you come on into my apartment
for little cozy loving up?"

I backed a little further away and looked around to see if anybody was
around. I knew Mark was still asleep in his room and it looked like Eric
might have gone out already. Anyhow, there wasn't anybody in sight
upstairs. So I sort of bristled and tried to bluff my way out of it.

"Get lost, man! Maybe you've got plenty of time to waste! Not me! And I
don't want any of your loving up!"

"Aw, don't be a sorehead. And don't play so hard to get! Hell, I know
you don't mind putting out."

"You don't either! You know those stories aren't true!"

"Yeah? How would I know? Where there's smoke there's fire, I always
heard."

"Well, I'm not hot for you, Duane Fowler. You just leave me be! I
wouldn't sleep with you if you were the only man in Emporia!"

He turned ugly. He stuck out his jaw at me and sort of bent toward me
and I thought he might hit me. He didn't; he just snarled. "Shit! One of
these days you're going to piss me off, kid! What's to keep me from
grabbing you right now and yanking you in there? Bet you wouldn't even
holler!"

"Better see I can't get my fingernails to your eyes, you bastard!"

He kind of lowered his voice. "One of these days, twat! ..." And his
eyes looked like a snake's. "One of these days I'm going to tie you up
and take some of the sass out of you! Time I get through, you'll beg me
to fuck you every time you see me!"

"Fat chance!" I flared at him, a great big chunk of ice in my belly.

He made a sudden lunge as if he meant to grab me. I whirled with a
choked yell and made a dash for my own door. I flung it open and dived
through. And as I yanked it shut I realized he hadn't taken one step
after me. He was still standing there, feet widely planted and hands on
hips, laughing up a storm!

Just the same, I didn't go back into the hall until I'd made sure he
wasn't there. By the time I did go downstairs, Mark was up and went with
me. And everybody was already there. Eric was taking the day off,
letting the assistant superintendent handle the dock, and he had on a
real snappy-looking pair of brown slacks and a yellow, pull-over
sportshirt. His muscles bulged under it and I felt like a giant hand was
squeezing my chest.

I spoke to him without thinking. "Oh, gee, you look nice!"

"Hmm." He didn't sound the least bit interested in how I thought he
looked.

"Eric ..."

"Hm?" He still wasn't interested.

"Eric ... those things Nancy was hinting last night ... there isn't a
bit of truth in them."

He just lifted his eyebrows ... didn't even say anything. And Nancy
edged in our direction. She hadn't heard what I'd said; I'd kept my
voice low. But maybe it looked to her like there was something
developing between Eric and me. She made her hips sway and twisted her
shoulders a little so her boobs would look bigger than they were and
fluttered her eyelashes. And when she lowered her head and made a
shy-type smile that wouldn't have fooled anybody, Eric actually smiled
back at her.

It made me sick to my stomach, and I went on into the dining room for
breakfast. Will was there. When I sat down, he went into one of those
"good-dog" acts, trying to make up. Well, maybe "good-dog" didn't fit
this time. He was pretty blunt and outspoken.

"No call for that stuck-up brat to go around making dirty digs at people
like she did," he remarked. He didn't raise his head ... simply spoke
around a mouthful of cereal and shoveled in another bite.

"What?"

"That stupid Nancy. She's a squid."

"What's a squid?"

He glanced up, then, an expression of lofty pity there to irritate me.
"What Nancy is," he said.

My conversation with Mark came back to me. I had to try to be nicer to
Will. "Thank you for caring," I told him softly. "It makes it a lot
easier to ignore her."

He choked on the bite he was swallowing. "Huh? Thank you?"

"Well, nobody else cared enough to think about how nasty she was being!"

"I ..." He looked confused and maybe a little upset, as if it screwed
everything up for somebody to do something besides yell at him. "Well
... nobody stops and thinks how rough it was for you and Mark to have
both your ma and pa killed at once. I mean, they ain't lookin' at what
it's like when you gotta support your kid brother. The establishment
don't make no allowances for that kind of cases. You're on your own like
everybody else. And if they c'n get their hooks into you, screw you!"

I didn't like all that talk about the establishment. It was like saying
something bad about the flag, almost. "I don't know that I understand
that part about the establishment. I mean, what have I got to do with
that?" Maybe if I led him on a little I could show him where he was
going wrong.

"When you got time someday, I'll explain." He was starting to sound
superior again, like that type usually does when you pin them down.

"Why not this morning?" I asked. "I've got some time after breakfast."

"Aww ... There would just be somebody interrupting and making a big
noise and not knowing what they were talking about."

"No! Come visit me! We can sit on the sun porch and watch the people
down below and talk without anybody bothering us!" He wasn't going to
get away with any old excuse! If I could force him to talk sense just
once he'd see what silly slogans he was mouthing.

He acted as if I'd trapped him. "Naw. Mark wouldn't understand me trying
to make you see. And then he'd go around telling everybody all about it
and laughing."

"He's going fishing with a couple of the kids down the street. He won't
be there."

"Hmph." Will was as contemptuous of fishing for channel cats in the
river as he was of the establishment. "Well ... okay! I'll come up! Only
you don't really want to know."

"You'll see." I knew he was preparing himself--making excuses ahead of
time for the fact he didn't have anything to back up the meaningless
phrases he'd learned.

But he did come up. When he rapped on the door and I opened it, I
glanced up the hall to see if anybody was there to notice and breathed a
sigh of relief nobody was. As nasty-minded as people were getting to be,
no telling what they'd say if they saw him coming into my apartment. I
let him in and closed the door fast. And just to be sure, after I
motioned him through to the sun porch, I locked the door so nobody would
come in without knocking.

For just a second or two, I stood there with my hand on the lock, a
strange tingle going over me. There was something appealing about Will
in spite of his disagreeable personality. He acted as if under all his
bluster he was as nave and inexperienced as Mark. He was only a little
older, and if everybody reacted to him the way we did at Ma's, there
wouldn't have been much of a way for him to have any experiences. I let
myself wonder for an instant if his foreskin would be as tight and
unmanageable as Mark's had been if a girl were to try it, then shook off
the notion and scolded myself. For Christ's sake get a hold of yourself!
I thought. Just because he's a male and you've got him alone with you in
your apartment doesn't mean you've got to teach him how to fuck! This
isn't the Bijou! Don't be a slut!

So I went out and sat with Will and watched people going by below and
listened to him. He didn't have any better idea what he was talking
about than I'd expected. All he knew was the slogans and catch phrases.

But he did keep glancing at my boobies out of the comer of his eye, and
for the first time I didn't feel dirty about his looking at me. It kept
coming back to me that it was lack of love that made him such a mean,
nasty kid. And I kept drifting back to the idea one person could wipe
out all of that aloneness and hurt.


Chapter 4


Thinking about how close he was to Mark's age and how all alone he was
and how Ma never did anything but pick on him, I got all motherly and
tender toward him. He wasn't acting the way he usually did; not all
smart-ass and know-it-all. He did try to explain the rebellious way he
felt. And he did get uncomfortable when some of the things came out
sounding pretty hollow. But most of his sincerity most likely was
because I listened and didn't shoot him down every time he made a
statement.

Pretty soon, when both of us knew he'd said everything he knew, he
looked at me real solemn-like and shook his head. His voice was so low I
could hardly hear what he said. "How come you're so different, Lee? You
ain't a bit like anybody else I know." And then, his face kind of
working, "Mark sure is lucky."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't say anything right away, but just
looked into those black eyes of his and let the misery behind them soak
into me. Then I realized he was going to embarrass himself by letting
his lip quiver if I kept looking at him that way. A fifteen-year-old was
terribly young and vulnerable, I reminded myself. He might be grown-up
enough to screw, physically, but he was still a little boy mentally.

"You had something important to say," I replied as softly as he'd asked.
"I wanted to understand. Besides, it's important what you believe."

That was the wrong thing to say, I guess. Suggesting he was important to
anybody but himself cracked the shell he'd spent so long building around
himself. His eyes glistened and I knew he had tears in them. On impulse,
moving before I knew I was going to, I went to him and stood beside his
chair cradling his head against my belly. He sat real rigid for a minute
and then his shoulders started to shake. I didn't say anything or do
anything, except my fingertips sort of rubbed the side of his head. And
before long the shaking stopped and his arm slid around me at hip level.
His arm was squeezing my ass-cheeks and his hand was on my thigh and
sudden, jagged knives of desire were slashing through me.

He was still young enough to teach, I realized. He'd appreciate it like
Marky did, I thought. He'd be all big-eyed and breathless. And he's got
a young, tender, smooth-headed cock like Mark's. I rubbed my love mound
on his shoulder and rubbed the side of his head harder with my fingers.
And I bent so one boob rested against his forehead and hung in front of
his eyes.

With the contact, everything in me turned on. Pleasure made my stomach
flutter and sent hard tingles shooting into my nipples and brought an
abrupt, twitching tautness to my pussy. My mouth watered at the thought
of that sweet, uneducated young peter hiding in his pants. He was bitter
and lonely, but he could melt the bitterness and wash away the
loneliness in the delicious closeness I could teach him.

I rubbed my tit on his face, the soft, hot flesh scraping against the
layers of cloth separating his flesh from mine. And I thrilled to his
quick response as his hand dipped to the short hem of my skirt and slid
up my thigh.

"Just rest, sweetie," I whispered. "There're ways of being not lonely."

"Gawddamn!" he exclaimed with an awed tone. "You for real?"

"You made love before?"

"Me? Uh ... well ..."

"Don't tell me, sweetie. I don't want to know that." He hadn't. His
hesitation told me that. And it wasn't fair to make him say so. But he
was a virgin, just as Mark had been. I was going to be the one who
taught him.

I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it free of my skirt. And I continued
to bend over him while I reached behind my back to unfasten my bra, my
hands under the blouse. I shrugged out of blouse and bra quickly and
rubbed my bare tit in his face for a moment, then stepped back. I let
him stare, knowing whatever he'd seen of boobies had either been in
pictures kids had with them or through crevices where curtains hadn't
quite cut off the view. He gawked. His tongue worked at his lips and his
knuckles whitened as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Man, what pretty knockers!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. "Real gone
jugs!"

"Feel them. Come over here and feel them." I dropped into my chair again
and leaned back like a duchess. He came to me, kneeling beside the chair
and feeling the round, warm smoothness of one boob. His fingers explored
the rubbery, moist surface of the nipple, rolling it between them and
pulling it outward a little to see it stretch. The front of his pants
bulged, tenting over the hard-on inside.

I twisted my shoulders to present the other tit. "Don't make this one
jealous," I warned him. "Always be fair when you're Playing with
boobies."

He gulped and shifted his position until he could reach with both hands.
"Cripes, Lee! They're all soft and mushy!"

"Huh! Mushy!"

"Aw, shit! You know what I mean! Firm, but the inside stuff sort of
slides out from under my hands! You know! I didn't really mean mushy!"

I giggled and sighed. He was going to be fun to teach. The student who
was afraid he'd make his teacher mad was the kind who tried hardest.

I touched the bump in his pants with one fingertip and he jerked back
convulsively. His face reddened and he squirmed. I felt dizzy with power
as I pushed myself to my feet. There wasn't any question about who was
boss. He might be a rebel on the street, but on my sun porch he was
being humble and cautious. He was scared to death of me and of making a
fool of himself.

I unzipped my skirt and slid it over my half-slip. His eyes bugged at
the way the white nylon of the slip hugged my hips and cupped in at my
crotch. His Adam's apple bobbed spasmodically. Stepping out of the
skirt, I stretched the elastic in the waistband of the half-slip and
began to wriggle out of the garment.

He groaned. "Cripes, Lee! Something's gonna give!"

I chuckled lightly. "Sure, sweetie. I am."

"Nnnn!"

The slip came off my hips to reveal sheer green panties. At the crotch,
one strand of dark hair had escaped and curled against the pale cloth.
Will stared open-mouthed at it and made a light, whimpering sound in his
throat.

Gaily, I began to roll down the top of the panties. When they stretched
in a taut line across my lower belly, pubic hair peeping over them, I
reached down and slid the slip off my thighs. I made sure he could see
clearly while I lifted one leg, then the other, out of the clinging
garment. And I made a work of art working the panties down to expose my
pussy. The crotch was darkened by the pussy-juice I'd already oozed, and
I knew he was seeing a pink, glistening set of pussy-lips through the
veil of my curling, thick brush.

I stood before him, then, still wearing my self-supporting stockings and
high heels. He was shaking like an old man. Even his hips were jerking.
I turned all the way around for him, letting him feast his eyes on the
delicate, clean curves and tantalizing mounds.

"Give you an appetite, sweetie?" I asked gently.

"I dunno about no appetite," he grumbled, "but I'm gonna have hot nuts
pretty quick!" "Well take care of that. Now, it's your turn. Why don't
you get undressed for me?"

"Oh, cripes! What if somebody comes, Lee?"

"We're both going to cum, sweetie!"

"Aw, shit! I mean ..."

I let my laughter tinkle around him. "I know what you mean. Nobody's
going to come in. The door's locked."

I thought I saw a strange light flicker in his eyes, but it was gone so
fast I decided it was my imagination. His fingers fumbled with his
clothes. I thought he never was going to get them off! But he finally
did, and when he pulled down his shorts, his cock leaped erect with such
violence I could hear it slap his belly.

He had more body hair than Mark. He was going to be a hairy man, I could
see, and he already had a good start. What made it more obvious was his
hair was a glossy black. That made it look thicker than it really was.
He gave his clothes a healthy kick and sent them flying into a corner.
His face a study in embarrassment, he quieted his fidgeting and faced
me. His fists were clenched and tight at his sides while his cock
trembled in front of his belly. We faced each other silently while he
slowly overcome his embarrassment by appraising me. When I'd heated up
to the steaming point under his stare, I backed him to one of the
straight chairs and pushed him onto it. I was quaking inside; taking the
aggressive role with a fifteen-year-old was a whole lot different from
babying the twelve-year-olds Mr. Goldstein had made me teach.

But I hid my growing terror behind a bold, brazen exterior. With a
knowing smile, I placed my hands on his shoulders and slowly inched
toward him, straddling his legs. He was having obvious trouble getting
his breath and his cock quivered, it was so hard. He laid his hands on
my hips, his eyes wide with concern over making the wrong move, and I
kept moving in until my pussy-hair flattened on his belly. My position
was awkward; I had to bend my knees outward sharply or spread my feet at
a horrible angle because of the way the chair seat wedged my legs apart
that close in. And if I spread my feet as far as I'd have to, I'd be
forced to put too much of my weight on him. So I kept my knees out and
my feet in and stood on tiptoe.

My boobies hung right in his face, and he held his head still, as if it
were carved out of stone. An imp of perversity got hold of me. I twisted
my shoulders gently from side to side, making first one tit and then the
other bump his cheek. He colored again, but he began to get the idea,
turning his head to press his face to one boob or the other. I drew back
just a little and positioned one boobie in front of his face, the nipple
brushing his lips.

Once again, he froze up.

"Go ahead! Kiss it!" I said.

He gulped and kissed it. The way he jerked back and the expression in
his face, I was sure he hadn't ever gotten his mouth on a tit before. He
kissed the pink, wrinkled lump again, his lips tightly together like a
kid who's kissing somebody for the first time. Then, with a quick glance
into my face, he touched the velvety button with the tip of his tongue.

"Ooh! Feels funny!" he exclaimed.

"Try getting it between your lips," I suggested. Christ, isn't this kid
ever going to thaw? I wondered.

He obeyed. His lips closed on the quivering, eager nubbin and he worked
it back and forth in them, getting used to the feel. I felt the tip of
his tongue exploring the puckered end of the nipple and quick little
thrills of pleasure began to well inward. It seemed to take him forever,
but he gradually warmed to the action. Without my having to tell him, he
started sucking. And the moment he did, the nipple began to swell. The
puckering vanished, every hollow filling with newly-turgid flesh, and
the lump thrust outward from the face of my boob. The way his tongue
began to caress the sides of the nipple, I knew he could tell the sudden
difference.

He was getting over his shyness, too. His hands slipped around from my
hips onto my firm, rounded, smooth ass-cheeks. He squeezed with his
fingers and wiggled the warm mounds, pulling them apart and closing them
together. And to my surprise, his fingers worked gradually toward the
center and into my ass-crack.

The composure of the teacher deserted me; by taking the initiative, he
was arousing my femininity and producing the deep, inner excitement that
comes from mental awareness of sex rather than simply from external
stimulus. I felt my pussy writhing with hungry, gulping motion and my
thighs tightened and trembled. I let myself down onto his lap and leaned
back to keep my boobies at an angle where he could continue sucking at
them. And I put my feet on the upper rungs of the chair, my knees
angling out further, and pulled myself closer so my pussy rode against
the cylinder of his cock-shaft.

He was becoming increasingly self-confident. "Hey, Lee! We're gonna
fuck, ain't we?"

"You think this was a tea party?" I giggled. "Of course, we're going to
fuck!"

"Mmmm!" He squeezed my ass-cheeks and lifted me.

Sliding down on the chair, his ass going out to the front edge of the
seat, he got his cock under me. He maneuvered it until his cockhead,
pulsing and ready, was touching my steamy slit. And he let go with his
hands.

I didn't settle onto his cock ... not yet. "Wait, sweetie!" I protested.
"Just a minute. Okay?"

"Uh ... what for?"

I grinned. "Secret."

He looked disappointed and suspicious, but he grunted assent.

I got my feet on the floor, struggling to keep from impaling myself on
his waiting cock, and backed off him. Pushing his knees apart, I knelt
between them.

"Hey! Whatchya doin'?"

"Sweetie, a man's got to know he's not just a stick for a woman to screw
herself onto!"

"Huh?" He sounded as if he thought I was crazy.

Maybe I was a little. It was something pounded into me while I worked
for Mr. Goldstein, and I didn't know if I'd ever lose it. Anyway, I bent
close to his peter and caressed it with my fingertips. It seemed a lot
smaller than Mark's, but it was nice. The base was just about hidden in
the thick, black hair around it, but it stuck up hard and smooth. The
hard shield on the back and sides was indented and ridged, as if it were
made up of rib-like bands, and the meaty part bulged between the edges
of the shell all the way from base to head. There were veins showing
faintly blue beneath the shiny, tight skin, and the foreskin looked
heavy and wrinkled even with his hard-on.

I nibbled at the underside of the bobbing cock-shaft as if it were an
ear of corn, and Will's thighs tensed and started to shake.

"Whew! Oooh, that does feel good!" he exclaimed.

"It's supposed to."

My lipstick was already smeared along the length of the pale dick, and
as I lipped his foreskin it coated the soft, fleshy hood heavily. After
my experience with Mark, I was cautious when I got ready to strip back
Will's foreskin. I needn't have worried. The opening stretched easily
and slid back smoothly to expose the purple head of his cock.

He grunted when I pressed close to touch the round knob with my tongue.
But when I put my lips to the slit and started to suck, he went wild.
The whole game went to pieces!

He grabbed me by the hair and yanked my face away from the tender
cockhead. "Shit, that's going to blow me off too fast!" He pulled me up,
then swung me to the side so I fell across his thigh. And he got hold of
my waist and turned me upside down, my feet waving in the air and my
belly against his chest. He got one arm across the small of my back,
clamping me against him, then knocked my thighs apart and stuck his face
into my pussy. I could hear him sniffing.

"Jesus, Lee! Smell that cunt! Sweeeeet!"

He started licking, scooping up the thickening wetness and biting at my
pussy-lips. I locked furiously, enraged at so suddenly turning into a
toy for him. But the pleasure of the quick-probing, greedy tongue washed
away my anger and reduced me to a squirming, eager frame for my cunt.

"Ahhh! ... Unnnhhh!" I got hold of his thighs and worked my mouth close
to his cock. "YUNNNHHH!"

The naked cockhead quivered before me. I seized it with one hand and
rubbed it while his hips started leaping. Sliding my grip to the shaft,
I gulped his cockhead into my mouth and began sucking. Will twisted and
bucked, but he wouldn't put me down. Instead, he got my knees under his
arms and started licking around my asshole, grunting and wheezing. My
ass-cheeks were widely spread by the grotesque angle of my legs, and I
could only jerk my hips around while his tongue twirled around the rim
of my anus. Excitement fluttered through me. My boobs felt like two bags
of hot coals on his belly. I moaned around the meaty, seeping mouthful I
sucked on. And suddenly he stabbed the tip of his tongue into my ass,
twisting and reaming while I jerked my head up and babbled insanely.

"Yaghhh! ... Jesus Christ, Will! Dooon't do that!"

But I wanted him to. I loved the sensation and knew for the first time
what I'd made those little boys feel like. He stuck his tongue as far in
as it would go while I writhed and tried not to reach my climax. And
when he pulled out his tongue, he started poking fingers into me. I
gagged at the amazing feeling. His hand twisted continuously while he
widened my resisting anus by sticking more fingers into it. There was a
steady burning sensation, but the intense excitement that raged through
me submerged the minor discomfort and tore at my reluctance.

At last he swung me away and turned me right side up. "Let's fuck, now,
Lee! Okay?"

I was past the stage of being the boss. All I wanted was what he was
suggesting. "Yes! Yyyesss! Now, Will, NOW!"

He turned me around and backed me over him. He still slouched on the
chair, his ass on the very edge and his cock sticking up at me. My
pussy, quivering and wet and gulping, was ready to engulf the young,
jerking peter. And as he started to pull me down I sighed with
anticipation.

But he missed my cunt-mouth. His cockhead lodged in the crack of my ass,
bulging and hot against the rim of my asshole.

"Wrong place!" I yelled. "Wait, Will! Wait a ... YEEOWWWWW! ...
YEEIIIGGHHH!"

Brutally, giving me no chance to protest or resist, he clamped his hands
on my waist and drove me onto that thick, meaty spike. My anus flamed,
the agony filling me like hot air would fill a balloon. I could actually
feel the internal pressure swell me to the bursting point as that awful
cylinder wedged through the unwilling rim and plunged upward into my
guts. My arms and legs thrust themselves straight and my fingers and
toes splayed apart. My eyes bulged and my mouth opened to its widest,
the cords in my throat leaping taut with an unsounded shriek. I felt
myself slide down the length of his cock and slam onto its base,
buttocks flattened on the hardness of his thighs and ass cushioned on
black pubic hair.

He let go of my waist and grabbed my wrists, jerking my arms behind me
and locking them there. His hips jerked fiercely and bounced me up and
down his hot, slick shaft. The agony subsided and I began to be
conscious of the piston-like strokes of his bulbous cockhead in my
belly. He held my arms with one hand and reached around me to grope at
my pussy. And without thinking, I guided his fingers by twisting and
squirming until they found my clitoris.

"UNH! ... OOOEEE! ... Rub there, Will! Rub my Clit!"

"Your what?" He felt of the hard little lump with his fingertips.
"What's that?"

"That's my clit! It's like a switch! Rub it!"

He started rubbing, not gently and coaxingly but vigorously.

"EEEE! ... NOT ... SO ... HARD!"

But he wasn't listening. His cock was plunging and bucking in my ass and
he ground my clit against the bony structure inside me. My feet flailed
and my boobs jumped wildly, the excitement turning me giddy.

"AAIIIGHHH! ... OH, SHIT!... THERE IT GOESSS!" He groaned deeply and
arched himself, his ass high off the chair.

I felt his cock pulsing and the hot cum erupting in my gut. My passion
flared and the pleasure bunched, goading me toward a climax. But Will's
hand fell away from my clit and he collapsed.

"Sonofabitch, Lee! Ohhh, sonofabitch!"

"I'll sonofabitch you!" I yelled frantically. "Do my clit, damn you!
Make me come!"

He laughed, his voice sneering. "Fuck you, lady! Why should I do all the
work?" He pushed himself back in the chair, his cock jerking roughly out
of my ass, and flung me from him. "Go fuck yourself, you stupid twat!"

I lay where I had fallen, staring up at him incredulously. He'd turned
from a willing, half-scared boy into a crude, ugly little rat! He didn't
show any sigh of softening; the affection I'd tried to give him hadn't
done a thing for him! ... Except get him a free fuck in my ass! I
thought bitterly.

He didn't even wash himself off. He simply pulled his clothes on and
left the sun porch. "Typical establishment, like I was trying to tell
you," he remarked as he left. "Set a guy up with sweet talk and give him
a fucking!"

I cried. Dirty little sonofabitch! I thought. Somebody tries to be nice
to you and you stick it up their ass!


Chapter 5


I was burning up. I was mad at the little shit for fooling me the way he
had, but my ass was sore from its reaming and I was about to turn inside
out with frustration. I mean, he'd gotten me so hot I'd enjoyed what he
did! And then he'd thrown me aside without letting me have my orgasm!

And when dear, faithful Gunner came over and started nosing at me and
whining with sympathy it was more than I could take. I grabbed him and
threw my arms around his neck and cried into his ruff. Part shepherd and
part something with a lot of hair, he had a thick enough coat for a girl
to dry a lot of tears on. So I hugged him and sobbed. And he took it
patiently, licking at me now and then as if to say how sorry he was.

Once in awhile his tongue was next to one of my boobs, and when the
rough, warm surface rasped across a tittie it just made things worse. I
mean, it was like wet sandpaper going over one of those sensitized
nipples! It sent hot streaks through me and made my cunt-rim pucker and
my belly churn! And I knew that wasn't doing me any good! It was just
going to keep me hot without offering any chance for relief! The only
thing to do was to get into the shower and maybe rub my clit until I
could reach a climax.

I got hold of the window sill--it wasn't much more than knee-high--and
started to push myself up. But luckily I happened to be facing toward it
and saw the guy next door rocking on his porch and looking right at me.
So I sort of dropped back, hunched up on my hands and knees wondering
what to do. I'd have to crawl out of the sun porch, I decided.

Only Gunner was nosing around again. He poked his nose against my pussy
and sniffed. And it felt so good I waited a minute and let him keep
sniffing. He stuck his tongue out and licked, as if he were testing the
taste, then licked again like he meant business! God! I thought. Oh,
God, that's great! And then, Christ, Lee, why not! Licking like that
he's going to make you cum before you know it!

I did crawl. I got over to the lounge with Gunner right behind me, his
nose to my ass and his tongue jabbing at my pussy. I was thinking fast.
I wanted to be comfortable so I could enjoy the orgasm when it came. And
I wanted to make it easy for Gunner to get right down into my cunt with
that marvelous, flexible tongue of his. So I got hold of two of the
straight chairs and put one at either side of the lounge, just beyond
the end. And I flopped onto the cushion on my back and pulled the chairs
closer so their back legs rested against the sides of the lounge. I
raised my legs and hooked the backs of my knees over the chair backs so
I was split wide open.

"Okay, Gunner ... good boy! ... Come on, baby, get a mouthful. Goooood
boy!"

He didn't need an invitation. He stuck his nose right down to my pussy
and nosed along my pussy-lips with slobber dripping off his tongue and
started to lick. My God, what a technique! He didn't just lap it up; he
acted like he was getting dessert! He sort of scooped along the rim of
each lip first, his tongue broad and covered with barbs that lifted the
pussy-hairs and combed them and stripped off the dried stuff on them. I
got hold of the pillows and pulled them under my shoulders to prop me up
so I could really see what was going on, and those hairs sprang away
from his tongue glistening-clean! He did that to both pussy-lips and up
around my clit, getting every bit of the stuff off the hair.

I was all swollen already, and the way I had my legs up and out, my
pussy-lips were spread way apart. Their inner faces were sort of bulging
and red and the thick fluids I'd oozed was in gooey, whitish layers. He
started licking at that stuff differently. He just dabbed at it with the
front end of his tongue, picking up a little bit at a time and shooting
sparks of delight through me at the same time. He went right along one
lip, cleaning the surfaces, and then started on the other. And my hips
started undulating and my boobs surged and I panted.

The floor of my slit was like a U-shaped valley with me split so far
apart, and it was swimming with juice! He scooped at that until I was
sure he was scraping skin off! But the sensations were out of this
world! I throbbed! My whole body was on fire! My cunt-mouth stretched
open and pulsed and my belly twisted and writhed. All I could do was get
my hands hooked around my thighs and pull, fighting to keep from
interfering with what he was doing.

Oh, Christ, yes! I told myself. Hell, yes, he's going to make you cum!

He gobbled up just about every drop of wetness on me. Even licked around
my asshole until it felt raw! And he discovered there was some left on
my clitoris. Jesus, I thought I was going right through the ceiling! He
knew what he was doing; he worked the hood back and polished its inner
surfaces while the hard, reddened little shaft quivered and the conical
little head swelled and jerked. And when I thought I'd taken all I could
stand, he decided to scour the tender little cock, itself.

"Omigod!" I cried out in absolute, panicky ecstasy. "Omigod, Gunner! No,
no! I can't stand that!"

He didn't pay any attention. He went right ahead and stripped off all
the flavor. And my hips flogged wildly, my legs tightening to lift me
into the air. I let go of my thighs and jammed my hands between the
cushion and the side rails of the lounge, shoving until they were firmly
wedged in. And my whole body leaped with the excruciating intensity of
my pleasure.

I was lucky. A clit just isn't big enough to collect much pussy-juice
and he stopped pretty soon. I didn't know I was lucky. I was ready for
my orgasm--I could feel the first deep buzzing in my belly that comes
when a climax starts--and I begged him to keep at it just a little
longer. But he'd got what he was after and was looking for more. And
when he found it I realized how lucky I was! I was so hot I was oozing
again, and some of the fluid had gotten out to the rim of my cunt-mouth.

He found that. Oh, Jesus, did he find it! He lapped it up and stuck his
tongue into the opening for more. And when he discovered it was
there--and fresh and plentiful--he drove his tongue right on into my
cunt, twisting and curling it and probing into all the inner folds until
it felt like some kind of fancy fuck I'd never even dreamed of! It was
like a whole new kind of pleasure had exploded inside me! When he was
licking my clit, the little organ was so sensitive it almost hurt, but
the probing and exploring inside my cunt didn't have any shortcoming. It
simply felt fabulous! I twisted and jerked and moaned. My arms were
jammed tighter than I'd thought and I couldn't even budge them, but it
didn't matter. That just gave me more leverage and saved me from falling
off the lounge.

I came. Omigod, how I came! My ass lashed up and down and my feet kicked
and my belly churned ... and then my orgasm hit me and I went totally
rigid! I think my cunt practically pinched Gunner's tongue off, it
contracted so hard. I could feel the spasms in my belly, one contraction
following another up the length of my vagina like the cars of a train
going through a crossing. I started to shake and couldn't stop. And my
voice did a funny thing, sort of rolling out whether I was gasping in or
wheezing out. And I kept on coming something awful!

At last he dragged his tongue out of me and stopped pushing his muzzle
against my pussy and the spasms got weaker and quit. I sagged, my
muscles relaxed and warmth seeped through me. It didn't matter if my
legs were still spread and hanging over the backs of the chairs like
something hung on a clothesline--or that my arms were wedged down on
either side of the lounge cushion so I couldn't move. When my strength
came back, I'd be able to figure out what to do about that.

And in the meantime, Gunner acted like he wanted to know what all the
groaning had been about. He reared up and put his forepaws on my belly
and studied my face. And I grinned at him weakly and made a kissing
motion with my lips. Maybe my belly isn't steady enough, I thought when
he stepped off it with one paw at either side of my waist. I don't blame
him a bit. Besides, he's heavy. He hunched his shoulders and lowered his
head and touched my mouth with his tongue. I laughed and jerked my face
to one side. I mean, who wants a dog licking her on the mouth?

There was something jabbing against my pussy-lips and I wiggled a little
bit. It did feel kind of good and I was too relaxed from that orgasm I'd
wanted so badly to ask myself what it might be. I just wiggled some more
and kept turning my head from one side to the other. I giggled some,
too, because that point on my pussy kind of tickled as it poked at me.
It kept getting closer and closer to my cunt-mouth, jabbing at the slope
of my pussy-lip and sliding along it toward the center, then jabbing
again and sliding some more, as if my pussy was a sort of funnel. And in
a moment it got clear to the center, where it nestled into the crater my
cunt-rim made. And it pressed right up tight like a plug.

"GUNNER! FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

His hips had jerked some and he'd clasped my waist with his paws and
tugged me toward him--well, tugged me further under him, I suppose. And
all of a sudden I stopped daydreaming and awoke to where I was and what
was going on.

"GUNNER! YOU SONOFABITCH! YOU'RE TRYING TO STICK YOUR PECKER INTO ME!" I
jerked my hips real hard and yanked at my arms to free them. But they
were still stuck, and jerking my hips lifted me enough his paws could
really slam me under him.

Slam me under him! Slam me right onto that big, slippery, sharp-pointed,
stiff cock, that's what! The point was already resting right in my
cunt-mouth! And he was jabbing with his hips and when his paws swept me
under him he slid me onto his peter as if I were a sleeve going onto an
arm!

I got my legs off the backs of the chairs first of all; I was going to
kick him the hell off me! That was for sure! But I couldn't really get
my feet into position to do any kicking. I mean, his thighs were
brushing my ass and when I lowered my legs some I was just holding him
between my thighs. And I figured that out right off! So I pulled my
knees up again and laid my thighs tight against his flanks and let him
drive his cock into me. What else could I do?

I remembered that pecker of his! It wasn't so awful big around ... not
as big as Mark's ... maybe not even as big as Will's. But it was long! I
remembered! When he'd get a real hard-on, that dong would stick almost a
foot out of its sheath, red and shiny and slick with some bluish streaks
on it and a long, sharp-pointed head!

And it was sliding up my tube! It felt plenty thick! Maybe my cunt-mouth
was just squeezing on it, I don't know. But it felt thick! And it kept
shoving up in me, plowing the walls of my vagina aside and bumping into
the hardness of my womb and pushing past it to the very end of my
cavity! And then it stretched the membranes and kept going!

Until I finally felt like he'd got another prick somewhere and was just
using the first as a guide! He was trying to poke something that felt
like a watermelon into my cunt! God, it felt weird! And it was so big I
wanted it all of a sudden! I wrapped my legs around him and locked my
ankles behind his rump and jerked with all my strength! And we got it
in.

He started fucking then. His hips jerked back and forth and his paws
yanked me back and forth to the same rhythm and slobber dripped from his
tongue onto my neck and all over my face. But I didn't mind the slobber;
I liked it. It was part of the fucking! His sheath was covered with
stiff, sharp hairs, and they dug into the quivering, taut, soft
membranes all around my cunt-mouth. And the hair under his belly hung
over my belly like a thick, woolly furpiece. It tickled my boobs and
made them get all hot and twitchy. And my pussy felt like I was jamming
a fox neckpiece on it. But he was fucking! His pecker was locked in, the
last enormous knob even bigger than when we forced it in, and too thick
to go back through my cunt-mouth. But there was an inch or so of shaft
to slide back and forth, and his cockhead was churning my belly and
making real squirmy feelings all through my insides. And the tough piece
of hide that attached his sheath to his belly was riding on my clit and
I was beside myself with lust!

I clutched him between my knees and clamped the inner sides of my feet
on his haunches. His hair was coarse and matted, and it rubbed the
insides of my thighs almost raw. I buried my hands in his fur and
clenched my fists on handfuls of the thick stuff, holding myself up
against him while he swept me back and forth and pounded my twat on that
marvelous, prickly sheath.

My excitement exploded. I gasped and held my breath while the spasms
started all over again. My belly writhed and I let my head hang back,
rocking it from side to side as my cunt milked that glorious, misshapen
cock in my belly.

But Gunner wasn't going to be hurried. He wasn't ready yet, so he kept
fucking. The trouble with that was, I couldn't quite stop cumming. The
convulsions subsided and the contractions kept right on happening,
slower and weaker, but still there. And I kept right on shaking with the
ecstasy that never happens except in a climax.

At last, he stopped pumping and simply clamped me to him, his whole body
quivering and his ass vibrating like a hand massager. It was fantastic!
His cock vibrated in me! It made every organ in my belly buzz, and it
aroused an impossible level of excitement and pleasure. The sensation of
that broad, pointed spear-head shaking like that in the core of my guts
drove me practically delirious with delight! And my orgasm raged over me
again.

I clung to Gunner's hairy, muscular body in a frenzy of joy at the
unexpected bonus. I laughed and cried at the same time! And when he
touched my lips with his tongue I grabbed it and sucked it into my,
mouth ... and he reacted in the heat of his slow cumming to drive the
long, twisting organ clear down my throat!

His jism collected in my belly and the vibration continued and my lungs
were on fire for a breath of fresh air. But he finally began to quiet
and his paws didn't haul me onto his cock quite so hard and the
vibration subsided. I was still laughing and crying at the same time. I
loved that beast with a passion! He'd come to me after that unspeakable
little shit had been so treacherous and had turned a disaster into a
fabulous triumph of sensation. And he wasn't going to run all over town
telling about it!

I felt like a new woman. I was exhausted, of course, and I was getting
sticky from his drying slobber, but I'd cum and had that warm, tingly,
contented feeling that follows a good orgasm. I was ready for Gunner to
haul his cock out of me and let me get to the shower. Only he wasn't
quite ready.

"Come on, baby!" I had to giggle at the satisfied expression around his
eyes.

In fact, he was almost sickening with self-satisfaction. His face
wrinkled a little around his eyes and his ears were pricked forward and
he was grinning as if he were eating horseshit in the street! He looked
down at me kind of sleepy-like as if I were a rag doll somebody had
given him. And I'll be damned if he didn't give a great, big, lazy yawn,
right in my face!

"Oh, come on!" I exclaimed. "For Christ's sake, dog! Who you think you
are? Come on, get that peter out of me and let me get up!"

Well, he acted like he was thinking about it. Then he hunched himself a
little bit and braced his paws on the cushion and pulled back with his
haunches.

"It didn't budge!" I yelled at him. Je-sus! I thought. Now what! The
sonofabitch is stuck!

He tugged a little harder and that huge, bulging, iron-hard knot at the
back of his cock didn't even begin to move.

Oh, shit! I always thought dogs getting stuck had something to do with
spasms in the bitch! I began to panic.

It looked like he was, too. His grin gave way to a troubled look and he
began to jerk on his cock. And that thing! ... that great, long,
wonderful thing! ... it didn't even feel any softer than the moment he
shoved it into me! His tugging didn't accomplish anything but pull my
ass off the end of the lounge. I was hanging from him, impaled on an
oversized cock, with my arms still wedged between cushion and side rail.
Only they were beyond my head, now, like I was going to be
spread-eagled.

He kept on jerking and backing. Every time he tried and his pecker
didn't move, he half yelped, then whimpered and looked at me as if I
were just hanging onto him out of spite. He pulled harder, really
putting his shoulders into pushing away from the lounge, and my arms
came loose from their trap.

"No!" I yelled, but it was too late. Maybe it wouldn't ever have been on
time.

He pulled me right off the lounge. I tumbled under him, my cunt crushed
tight against his sheath and my legs in the air over his back and my
shoulders resting on the floor. The tension inside my pussy was fierce!
I locked my ankles over his back again and took the weight off his
pecker and my twat. And the sonofabitch started backing all over the sun
porch with me!

I groaned. Oh, you dirty bastard! I thought. I know that guy next door
can see your back when you go near the window! And there my feet are,
hanging on! What's he going to think about that! Maybe it didn't matter.
What mattered was how long it was going to be before I'd get off his
cock. Or maybe how long it was going to be before I'd have to scream for
help and some dirty-minded Goddamn doctor was going to have to give
Gunner a shot to make his cock shrink!

I didn't laugh any more. I just cried. And he just dragged me around. He
was getting frantic, too! He was stepping over me and trying to walk
forward and making my body twist into impossible shapes and scaring hell
out of me!

I got so panicky and so exhausted with my legs clamped around him the
way they were--and that monstrous, iron-rod cock still levering around
in the middle of my belly and its unbelievable knot hung up at my
cunt-mouth--that I began to think I was going to faint! If you do! ... I
warned myself. You faint, you stupid bitch, and he's going to yank all
your guts right out through your snatch!

But before I came that close to losing consciousness, I did feel a tiny
twitch of movement at my cunt-rim. There was just the faintest sensation
of slipping. I gasped and tightened the grip of my legs; anything I
could do to help that awful swelling on his pecker to go down was worth
doing! And little by little, it did shrink, until I finally began to
slip off his cock.

Jesus! What a marvelous feeling! I thought. Better coming out than going
in! It seemed like a lot longer dick, too. It kept coming out and coming
out and coming out until I wondered if I'd had the head in my mouth! But
I finally was able to let go all the way with my legs and drop to the
floor. And Gunner could step back and eye me with an injured expression.
And his Goddamn pecker actually touched the floor!

Well, I was maybe more exhausted than I'd ever been in my life, but I
scrambled out from under him and across the sun porch and into the
bathroom in record time! I left him while he was flopping down and
starting to lick his cock ... probably asking it if it realized what it
had gotten into.


Chapter 6


There was one more moment of panic before I got into the shower.
Actually, I wasn't quite out of the sun porch. I was scurrying along as
fast as I could go on all fours with my butt in the air when I thought I
heard the hall door open and close.

Good God! I thought. They're going to see me this way! And then, I
thought I locked that! ... Oh, of course. Will had to unlock it to get
out.

I made it into the bathroom without whoever it was seeing me. And nobody
called to me or anything, so I decided they must have gone away. That
didn't mean I wasn't careful when I finished drying off. I wrapped our
biggest towel around me and scampered around getting my clothes. But if
anybody had come in, they were gone.

I had to go to work before Mark got home from fishing. And he was asleep
by the time I got home at twelve-thirty Sunday morning. I'd had my usual
ring-around-the-rosy, trying to keep out of Duane's reach. It would have
been nice to have somebody's shoulder to cry on.

So I climbed into bed and tried to pretend the pillow was Eric's
shoulder and he'd get up and go over to Duane's apartment and call him
into the hallway and beat the shit out of him. By the time I'd run that
one through with six different kinds of variations it was a dream
instead of daydreaming and it was morning and time to get up. Gunner was
right there when I rolled out of bed and pulled off my pajamas, but the
first time he shoved his nose at me I put him straight.

"What are you? Some kind of fiend or something? You're crazy as hell if
you think you're going to drag me all over the floor again! Shove off,
buster!"

Mark showed up at the door to his bedroom, his hair all tousled and his
eyes mattering. "Who ya talkin' to, sis? Somebody been dragging you
someplace."

"Oh, for heaven's sake! Go wash your face with cold water! You're not
even awake yet, Marky!"

"Nmmph! ... Guess not. Woulda swore I heard you talking to somebody,
though."

I had to giggle, he looked so awful. He turned around, then stopped.

"Funny, sis. Shoulda heard Eric last night."

"Huh! What about Eric? What about him?"

"Jeez, you shoulda heard him. Nancy made some kinda crack and he looks
up from his plate an' says, 'Were you there?' So she turns red an' says,
'Me? A place like that?' all snotty-like. An' he says, 'Well, how do you
know, then? Ought to watch out; they've got laws about talking about
people.' She's fit to be tied, but Will--y'know, he's kind of a slob,
sis--anyhow, Will grins around a big mouthful o' spaghetti an' says,
'Yeah, man! Only ain't no sweat! Y'oughta seen her when ...'"

I just about died right there. I knew what Will could tell them!

But Mark went on. "All of a sudden Will quit talkin'. Eric's starin' at
'im real quiet, like he's got an iceberg up 'is butt. An' when Will's
voice peters out, Eric says, 'Sometimes they don't have time for the law
to settle loose talk. Sometimes somebody just gets tired of a big-mouth
and does something about it on the spot.' An' then he looks down at his
plate an' mutters. Maybe he wants me to hear, I don't know. He says,
'Seems like she's a damn sight better than most; at least she doesn't
have a mouthful of garbage to tell about everybody else."

"He said that? Marky, he really said that?"

"Yeah. Too low for anybody else but me to hear. But he said it."

Well, let me tell you! I was floating on air! When I started downstairs
and Duane stuck his head out into the hall and asked me if today was the
day I just told him to go fuck himself and kept right on going. I
couldn't help hearing his voice, though, all low and poisonous.

"Can't help feeling this is going to be the day," he murmured. "Got to
get rid of some of that sass."

There was something utterly self-confident ringing in his voice, as if
he already had me all tied up in his apartment. It was such a distinct
quality I shivered all over. And there was Eric, right at the bottom of
the stairs! I was running down them so fast I nearly ran over him. He
reached out as if he thought he was going to have to catch me, but when
he saw I wasn't going to lose my balance he pulled his hand back.

"Kill yourself that way, someday." He growled at me.

"Eric!" I was all out of breath and scared. "Eric, please!" Even then I
didn't dare say anything louder than a whisper.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I ... Duane ... I mean ..." I kept trying to catch my breath.

He seemed to be withdrawing. I mean, he didn't really move or anything,
but it was like pulling a shell shut around himself. Maybe that was what
Mark had meant when he'd said "an iceberg up his butt."

I tried again. "He's going to do something awful! Eric, he really is! I
have to keep running away from him at the alleys and he just said ... I
mean ..." I got hold of myself and made the words quit tumbling over
each other. "Eric, he did! He just stuck his head out and whispered
something about today was the day! He's going to! ..."

He didn't even let me finish. His face twisted up as if he were having
some kind of argument with himself. "Jesus, Lee!" He looked disgusted.
"You, too? Why don't you stop being a cashier and start writing
thrillers?"

"ERIC!" I felt like he'd kicked me in the belly.

"I suppose Fowler's a white slaver or something! For God's sake, Lee,
get a hold of yourself! He's got a responsible job! Think he's going to
flush it down the tubes just like that?" He snapped his fingers.

"But, Eric! ..." I didn't try to say any more. He was the one person at
Ma Conner's who could really hurt me. And he just had.


Chapter 7


I didn't even eat breakfast. I simply went back to my room and cried.
Maybe it isn't worth fighting, I thought. Why the hell make Duane mad at
me when he's my boss? He might give me a raise or something if I put
out. I shivered and sat up. You know why you fight, don't you, Lee!
Because you're scared to death of him! Because he's not just talking
about balling you ... not that sonofabitch!

Just about that time, Mark came back from breakfast and said something
about going out to kick around a football with some of the kids. Said he
wouldn't be in until about lunch time. So I reminded him how it pissed
Ma off for anybody to be late for a meal and he took off.

About fifteen or twenty minutes later, Will was knocking at the door.
"Hey! That kid brother of yours! He's in deep shit, Lee! You better come
quick!"

"Where? What's the matter with him? What is it, Will?"

"Come on! Don't yak about it all day!"

I rushed after him, slamming the door on the way through. "Will! What is
it?"

"Something of Duane's ... Duane thinks he took it. Says he's gonna get
to th' bottom of it if he has to skin 'im alive!"

"That lousy bastard! Mark wouldn't take anything!"

We were already at Duane's door ... it was only the length of the hall
from mine. Will hung back, but I didn't. I yanked the door open and
burst into the room.

"Where is he?" I yelled. Christ, I was scared! ... And mad! "Where's
Mark, you bastard?"

Duane pretended to be completely innocent. "What? God, Lee, control
yourself!"

"Where is he, damn you? Where is he?" I was beside myself by then, and
his bland grin infuriated me. I decided I wasn't going to take any more
of that shit. I threw myself on him, kicking and clawing. "Get him out
here! You sonofabitch, get him out here!"

Well, he was a lot stronger than me. I don't know if I hurt him at all.
And all of a sudden I was on the floor with him sitting on top of me. I
mean, he didn't hit me or anything ... just threw me on the floor, face
down, and sat on the middle of my back. He jerked my hands behind me and
tied them. I don't even know what with. He tied each wrist to my belt
and then got up and pulled me to my feet.

"You sassy little shit!" He snarled at me. "What the hell do you mean
busting in here and attacking me?"

"I did not! You've got ..."

"DON'T STAND THERE AND LIE!" He shouted and I shut up. "For Christ's
sake, I've got a witness!" And he turned to where Will was standing just
inside the door. "Isn't that what she did, Will?"

"Yeah!" Will grinned and licked his lips. "Sure did!"

"Okay. Just remember that." Duane went over to Will and took something
out of his pocket. He handed it to Will. "Now, get lost."

Will looked startled, "What! I'm gonna ..."

Duane just looked at him, real deadly-like. "Gonna haul-ass! That's what
you're going to do! NOW, MOVE!"

Will took off as if he thought Duane was about to set him on fire. And
Duane shut the door and bolted it.

He turned around and grinned at me. "Well, let's talk about it, baby.
What was it you wanted to see me about?"

"Where's Mark? Damn it, where is he?"

"How the hell should I know? Think I keep track of every pimply-faced
kid in town?"

Maybe I'm stupid or something. It hadn't really hit me until then. That
dirty, rotten Will had sold out! He'd let the establishment use him! ...
For a price, he'd run Duane's errand, and here I was!

"Ohhh! ... Oh, you lousy, sneaky bastard! It was all a trap!"

"Really? My, my."

He came toward me and I backed up. I bumped into a little gate-leg table
and didn't have anyplace to go. He just kept coming toward me.

"Funny. I said I thought today was the day." He grinned and took hold of
me. "Turn around."

Like hell I will! I thought. Anything you get from me you're going to
have to work for! I was afraid to say it out loud, but he couldn't keep
me from thinking it.

So he whirled me around and mashed the fronts of my thighs against the
end of the table. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head
and bent me forward. He didn't really slam me down on the table; he just
kept pushing until I lost my balance and lay on my face. And he hung
onto my hair, holding my head down, while he walked around me.

He untied one hand from my belt and jerked my arm around so my hand was
at the edge of the table, right by the corner, and tied it. I still
wasn't sure what he was using; I couldn't really see. But I wasn't
fighting, either. I knew how badly he could hurt me if he wanted to. He
stretched my other arm out the same way and tied it to the other corner.
And I couldn't quite reach the floor with my feet. Oh, I could touch it
with my toes, but I couldn't get my feet on it solidly enough to move.

"Okay, baby!" God, what a note of triumph he had in his voice! "Okay,
baby! Now let's see how sassy you are!"

I sort of whimpered. "Please, Duane! Leave me alone! Let me go!"

"You're just saying that," he said.

He forced his hands under me and mauled my boobs. I mean, he got one
hand under my chest and lifted and then got both hands under my boobs
and started squeezing and playing with them. I kicked and squirmed, but
it wasn't any use.

"You dirty shit!" I yelled at him. "Get your Goddamn hands off my tits!"

He pulled one hand loose and smacked me in the mouth. I groaned and
clamped my stinging lips together. I was right! He sure as hell could
hurt me if he wanted to!

Keep your stupid mouth shut, Lee! I told myself. Just keep it shut!

So he burrowed his hand back under me and started unbuttoning my blouse.
When he had it unbuttoned, he flipped it over my head and unfastened my
bra. He broke the shoulder straps and pulled the useless garment out
from under me so my bare tits were resting right on the table! Flattened
out on it, of course.

"Duane ... please? Please don't do whatever you're thinking about! ...
Please?"

"Aw, come on, Lee. You know you just can't wait until I get down to the
nitty-gritty."

"Oh, please, Duane!"

"Honey, by the time we get through here you're going to be begging me
not to stop."

I was so scared the tears were making a pool on the table under my face.
He might do anything! He might even kill me to keep me from talking! And
I didn't want to die!

The next thing he did was unzip my skirt. It wasn't easy to work it over
my hips with my butt sticking out the way it did, I suppose, but it
didn't take him very long. And there I was in my panties and pantyhose
(I don't know about anybody else, but when I wear pantyhose I wear
panties over them. I mean, a girl looks so naked in pantyhose! And he
pulled my panties off without any waste of time at all.

He took his time with the pantyhose. He rolled them back over my ass
like every square inch of those pink, round, smooth ass-cheeks was
something to gloat over. And he kept running his fingers over the flesh
as he uncovered it. When he got the nylon below the depressions where my
buttocks cupped in to my thighs, he paused and slid his fingers onto the
hair that covered my pussy-lips.

"Nice, Lee! I was afraid you'd been using that thing so much it would be
all sloppy and loose. Got a nice, tight little cunt there."

"Oooh! You wouldn't talk like that if there was anybody cared what
happened to me!"

"Oh, Lee! How you do carry on! You know how much I care!"

"A lot you care, you big prick!"

I shouldn't have said that. He must have wound up over by the Missouri
river, the way he whacked my ass! The slap sounded like dropping a
pallet of lumber! And my legs flew out straight and my head jerked up
and I let out a yell.

"I don't like a lot of yelling," he said. "Every time you let out a
yell, I'm going to clout you one. Understand?" And he blasted me on the
ass again.

I couldn't help it! Honest to Jesus, I couldn't! I knew I mustn't make a
sound, but it came welling into my throat and burst between my clenched
teeth anyhow! So he hit me again and I let out one more yell.

"Sonofabitch!" he said, as if he were talking to himself. "Doesn't learn
very fast! Well, I'll put that off for a few minutes."

Instead of smacking me again, he got the pantyhose the rest of the way
off. And for a minute, nothing happened.

"Shit!" He sounded disgusted. "Got you on there wrong."

He untied one of my hands and moved it over where the other one was,
then tied it up again. And he untied the other and manhandled me around
so I was lying across the table with my arms stretched just about
straight out to either side. My head was hanging over the edge, unless I
held it up. And while he was moving me, he got the blouse off my arms.
That left me entirely naked. And the fronts of my thighs were still
tight against an edge, only at the side instead of the end.

He tied my ankles, then. He stretched my legs apart until I thought he
was going to split me right up the middle and tied them to the table
legs. And then he came around in front of me and started taking off his
clothes.

He was dark-skinned. I don't know if he was part Indian or part Mexican
or what. But his skin was pretty dark and he always gave me the feeling
he was some kind of foreigner. It wasn't just suntan. He wasn't white
anyplace! He didn't have a whole lot of hair on his body, either. He had
real thick, black hair on his head--all wavy and greasy. But not very
much on his chest or belly. But it was like a forest at his crotch! God!
Black and thick and curly and as stiff-looking as horse hair! And so
much on his balls I could hardly see any skin at all! And a big, dark,
gleaming cock-shaft. His cockhead--the foreskin, I mean--was even darker
and twice as big around! And all blunt and ugly at the front.

It was wet and slimy--a great, big, ugly hard-on with slimy juice on the
front. If I hadn't been so helpless I know I wouldn't have thought of it
that way; I'd have been all shivery and excited and itching to get hold
of it! But it was different, being in the position I was.

He came toward me real slow, hanging onto his dick with one hand and
pointing it at me like a firehose. He waved it back and forth a little
bit, real gently, like a snake weaving its head from side to side. And
it sort of hypnotized me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I held my head
up with my neck aching from the strain and let my eyes move back and
forth following the weaving of that blunt, hooded, wet, ugly cockhead.
And he pushed it right in my face!

All I did was shut my eyes when he touched them with the tip. The
foreskin opened like a round mouth, thick-rimmed and a little wrinkled
and almost black--and glistening with its coating of wetness. And he
poked it right at my eyes. I shut them while he rubbed it across them.
The juice stayed. It coated my eyelashes and covered my lids like a
thick, sticky snail track. And he kept rubbing it back and forth and
around in little circles until he'd spread the gluey substance thick and
even over my eyebrows and cheek bones and everything between them.

When he started stroking it down on the softer parts of my cheeks, I got
up the nerve to open my eyes. They didn't open easily; it really was
sticky! But they did come open. And I think he was watching them,
because as soon as I was looking again, he started pulling his foreskin
back. He didn't stop brushing me with that fat, hot bulb, but he did
start stripping back the thick, heavy hood that had covered it.

Honest to God, that cockhead was as black as ebony! It was round and
full and its surface was all kind of velvety with a real fine tracery of
lines and had a thick layer of that thick goo on it. And he kept
smearing the goo all over my face. He shoved the end of the head against
one of my nostrils and kind of twisted it, as if he meant to fuck me
right up my nose. And then he did the same thing to the other nostril.
When he slid the slick bulb to one side and bored it against my cheek,
the fumes in my nose swirled up into my head and hung there.

It was a strong, pungent, exciting odor. It halfway made me forget how
scared I was of him. It made me tingle and sort of took my breath away.
And I gasped for air.

The instant my mouth opened, he was stroking the velvety, slimy dome
over my lips and coating the surfaces of my front teeth with the stuff.
I finally came out of my trance. I jerked my head aside and gagged at
the fierce flavor.

It didn't seem to bother him. He jabbed his cockhead right into my ear,
really pushing it and twisting at the same time, and I felt the juice
pushing inward and heard the roaring of his pulse as it beat in the
monstrous, persistent cockhead. Naturally, I wrenched away from that,
swinging my head the other way. And of course, he stuck his prick into
my other ear!

Something about the sudden dulling of my hearing frightened me. I didn't
want him poking his old cock in my mouth; that was too degrading when
somebody forced a person. But that was all. I knew what a mouthful of
cockhead felt like, and I enjoyed it when it was my own idea. Getting
fucked in the ears was something else! I mean, what if he blew off and
shot his cum in there? With all the pressure he could generate, he might
burst an eardrum and squirt my brains full of it!

So I faced him and let him hold the warm, spongy mass right on my lips.
And I even parted them a little bit so I could taste that powerful
flavor again.

"Go ahead, baby!" His voice taunted me. "Go ahead! Get a good mouthful!
Won't find one as good as this one every day!"

I sucked at the tip. I lipped it like I would an ice cream cone and even
touched it with the tip of my tongue. It was good! And if I kept him
thinking about how good it felt when I kissed it, maybe he wouldn't hurt
me!

I worked my lips a little further onto it and caressed the rounded,
blunt dome with my tongue.

"NNNNNHH! ... That's fine, sugar! ... Just fine!"

If I could just keep him liking it! I slipped my tongue around onto the
underside and jabbed it at his slit, the rolled, hard edges feeling like
wet glass rods. A drop of warm, acrid-tasting fluid oozed onto my tongue
and I drew it back and swallowed. My lips extended and I forced my jaws
apart, inviting him to stick the whole bulging cockhead into my mouth.

He did. He pushed it forward past my teeth and onto the broad surface of
my tongue until it blocked the arch at the front of my throat. I closed
my lips around the neck of his cock-shaft. With a hard gulp, I began
sucking. At first, there was a regular spout of man-juice into my
throat. I swallowed and sucked, my tongue pushing at the underside of
the thick, meaty knob. And his hips sort of jerked back and forth,
bumping the end of his cockhead against the back of my mouth and
stretching the opening to my throat.

For the moment I wasn't doing something I was being forced into. The
back of my jaw buzzed and my mouth puckered and excitement made my tits
hot against the table. I wanted that dick! I wanted its warmth and
thickness and pressure in my mouth! I wanted it all the way down in my
belly, right down my throat!

I sucked furiously, my lips tugging and my jaw propped open by its
burden. Duane kept surging at me, the wonderful, smooth, wedging bulb of
his cockhead advancing thousandths of an inch at a time along the tube
of my throat. Getting it past the archway--getting the ridged shoulders
of that enormous, choking bulb from the back of my mouth into the cavity
of my throat--was the hardest part. But it sort of popped through
between the violent swallowing I was doing. And then it was easy. I
couldn't breathe very well; the air passage was too constricted for much
air to pass at once, but I wasn't suffocating.

And I kept sucking and swallowing and he kept pushing. It did hurt
some--a good hurt--but the way it swelled my throat and filled me made
it a glorious, unforgettable experience! I kept feeling the smooth,
ribbed hardness of his cock-shaft sliding in between my encircling lips
and over my tongue and saw that black, matted, wiry brush of pubic hair
getting closer and closer to my face. And I kept sucking harder and
swallowing oftener.

At last, my nose was buried in his pubic hair! New, biting odors
assailed me and there was a fabulous sensation where his cockhead had
passed the hollow where my collar bones join together. I was breathing
air filtered through inches of close-woven hair, as if through steel
wool, and all his body odors were coming in with it. And I was in a
state of utter bliss!

He sounded like he was in some kind of state, too. "UNNNHHH! ...
OOOEEEE! ... EEEYYOOWWW! ... SUCK IT, BABY! EAT IT UP!"

He didn't have to urge me. I was gobbling as hard as I could. But he
didn't really want to go all the way that way. He had other things in
mind and didn't want to get side-tracked. So he didn't cum that way.
Just when everything was perfect--when his brutal, gorgeous, mammoth
cockhead had settled into place between my lungs so it felt marvelously
warm and comfortable to me--he started pulling it out again. If I could
have cried, I would! I did all I could. I swallowed desperately and hung
on with my lips and sucked fiercely, but it kept pulling up my throat
and out of my mouth. And pretty soon the shoulders were at the archway
and stretching it and popping through and I didn't have his peter in my
throat any more.

He didn't even let me keep it in my mouth! And I didn't dare bite down
to hold it. I mean, bite a guy's dick and he's just as likely as not to
kill you right then and there! So I had to whimper my disappointment and
let him pull it clear out. And all I could do was lick my lips for the
last of the goodies.

"Goddamn!" He sounded awed. "First time that ever happened! You've
really got an educated throat, kid! Getting a dick all the way in!
Jee-Zus!"

I couldn't talk. I don't know what had happened, but I didn't have any
voice. No voice at all! Just a wheezing of air when I tried to say
something.

You bastard! I thought. Duane Fowler, if you let me squash my voice box
trying to get that cock into my stomach, I'll put ground glass in your
soup tonight!

I don't think he realized there was any problem. He got my face in his
hands and mauled it a little, as if it were a boob, and chuckled with a
dirty kind of tone. "Hey, you're the dumb twat who did all the yelling!
And I said you were going to get cracked for every yell, didn't I!"

So he went around to the other side of the table behind me and laid his
hand on my ass. I mean, there it was, two full, plump, pink-and-white,
smooth ass-cheeks staring him in the face. And all that valley between
them, and glossy brown hair only half hiding the wet, shiny, quivering
pussy-lips. Enough to make a man's mouth water! And all he's thinking
about is clobbering me! I thought.

He did! Oh, Jesus, did he hit me! The flat of his hand, swinging like a
baseball bat, right onto one side of my butt! And I hadn't really
believed he was going to do it, so I hadn't tightened up or anything!

EEEYYYOOOWWWEEE! I shrieked in my mind. I opened my mouth all the way
and forced air over my voice box for a horrible scream, but there wasn't
even a squeak.

"Hey! You for real, Lee?"

I let my head drop so my chin was against the dropped table leaf. I
couldn't even answer a question like that!

"You for real, kid? You really got the guts to take that without a
whimper?"

He hauled off and smashed one to the other cheek. Christ, it bounced my
whole body! And I tried again to scream and couldn't!

He whistled. "Whewee! Sonofabitch! You're tough as nails! Never would
have believed it!"

But he quit hitting me. Maybe it wasn't any fun when I wasn't screaming
and begging him to stop.

Damn him! He just started pawing those poor, smarting, upthrust
ass-cheeks! Well, maybe it wasn't all that bad. I mean, he could have
been beating on them. And with him rubbing and stroking and all, they
did stop stinging pretty fast. Trouble was, they were sensitized until
you wouldn't have believed it! And every movement of his fingers made me
tingle all over! Shivers were running right straight around the humps
into my pussy!

But he didn't seem to care whether I liked it or not. He was just
interested in his own kicks. After he'd been rubbing for awhile he
started squeezing the soft, full-packed flesh. And he got one ass-check
in each hand, clutching it real tight, and started wiggling them around
all over my ass! I mean, he'd push them toward one side and then the
other--or up toward my back or down toward my thighs. And then he'd pull
them apart until my anus popped open and felt like it was tearing apart!

I was trying to groan so he'd know it was hurting, but I still wasn't
getting anything but a thin kind of squeak. And he thought I ought to be
making all kinds of noise. "Goddamn it, woman! Make a noise! You a
fucking iceberg or something?" And he snapped my ass-cheeks apart with a
brutal shove. "Say something, you ignorant cunt!"

I guess I made him mad by keeping quiet. He went over to his clothes and
pulled his belt out of his pants. And he looked at me with a real ugly
stare.

"Go ahead and be stubborn, dummy! See how you like this!"

I did everything I could to let him know. With my arms clear out along
the edge of the table, stretched so my shoulders already hurt, I
couldn't push myself up very far. But I raised my shoulders by arching
my back--got them up so far I felt my boobies unflatten and the nipples
come out to the table edge--and held my head up and made an awful face
and tried to tell him my voice was gone. And I shook my head and
trembled all over! But he didn't want to understand me; I know!

He went back around me and nothing happened for a minute. I cringed and
kept my ass as tight as I could and shook and waited. And still nothing
happened. And just when the muscles relaxed in my buttocks, he slashed
his belt down on them.

Oh, Christ! I thought. Oh, Jesus Christ, what agony! NO, NO, DUANE! NOT
AGAIN!

He hit me again, the fiery pain shooting like a great spear through my
body and exploding like fireworks at the top of my head. I kicked
against the lashings at my ankles and twisted my torso.

"THWACK!" went the belt, curling around the mounds of my ass onto the
side of my hip.

EEEYYYRIGGHHH! went the scream in my head.

THWACK ... THWACK ... THWACK ...

YEEEAAAGGGHHH!... EEEYYYAAAGGGHHH! ... OOOWWWOOOWWWEEE!!! My skull felt
as if it were splitting wide open and my ass felt like he was burning
gasoline on it.

He just kept hitting me! LOVE OF JESUS, DUANE! my mind kept saying.
YOU'LL KILL ME! I CAN'T STAND IT!

The end of the belt kept curling around me and snapping on my tortured,
quivering flesh with a loud "thunk!" And when he got tired of beating my
buttocks he started on my thighs. That was even worse! When he did that,
the tip of the belt snapped on the inner sides of the jerking, writhing
columns! And a couple of times the whole strip of leather curled right
across my pussy-lips! I thought for sure I was going to faint, then.

And everything started getting mixed up inside me. I mean, I didn't know
the difference between pain and pleasure any more. And I felt like I was
going to come! But he quit beating me before I did. And he came around
in front of me and stared into my face with the oddest expression!

"I'll be a sonofabitch!" he exclaimed kind of softly. "Not one Goddamn
yell! You're absolutely fantastic! Nobody would ever believe that!"

I was so weak I just let my neck go limp and hung my head. I could feel
the edge of the table cutting into my boobs--my nipples were just
peeping over it at me. But it wasn't even discomfort; it was just
pressure.

He went back around me and started grubbing his fist in my gaping,
soaking-wet pussy-lips, his knuckles grinding into the pulpy, swollen
flesh and digging at the rubbery, gulping rim of my cunt-mouth. My hips
jerked in spite of me, bouncing my raw, burning ass and bumping my belly
against the table.

He got hold of my clit and twisted it one way, then the other. I
practically floated right off the table! And all of a sudden something
started working in my throat again.

"UNNNHHH! ... EEEEE!"

He doubled his fist and ground it up and down the floor of my gaping,
inflamed slit.

"EEEEE ... EEYAAGHHH!"

"Hey, Lee! By God, you do make noises! Good for you!"

I felt nothing more for a moment, and then the broad, rounded, hot dome
of his cockhead was poking against my cunt-mouth. It pushed inward,
slipping against the wet, hungry edges of the ring and filling me with
ecstasy.

"Ooooooh, yeesss ...! Aaahhhhh ..."

"Like that! Like that? Tell me!"

"Ooooh, yes! ... I like that!"

"So what do you want me to do? Tell me!"

"UNNHHH ... Stick it in, Duane! Stick it all the way in!"

"Naw, that isn't the way to say it. Come on!"

"Stick it in! Ram me with it! Duane, FUCK ME!"

"Aha! That's more like it. Do what?"

"FUCK ME, DUANE! GODDAMN IT, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"

"Once more, cunt-mouth!"

"FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEE!"

He plunged his cock into me. No, he didn't plunge it into me, he blasted
it into me as if he'd hit the back of it with a sledge hammer. The head
was an enormous, blunt-nosed artillery shell and the shaft was a huge,
hard, rigid cylinder behind it, and the gun had just fired and the whole
thing exploded right into my cunt-mouth! His cockhead surged up the core
of my belly, scattering organs and stretching walls. The shaft sawed
across the rim of my cunt-mouth, heating it with the speed of its entry.
And the base of his cock was a great, broad-faced hammerhead smashing
the pulp of my pussy-lips.

"E E E Y I I I Y I I I Y I I I ...! HARD-HARD-HARRRD!"

Pump, pump, pump ...! Bang-bang-bang! Every blow made my head jump as if
it were on the end of a whip. My shoulders bulged with the strain and I
felt the tendons on the inner sides of my thighs standing out like taut
guitar strings. My cunt gummed the surging cock and my belly churned and
seethed around the plunging piston that was his cockhead.

He grabbed my ass again and jammed my belly down fiercely against the
table, holding my twat perfectly still. There was no give at all, now,
as he blasted into me. The whole table shuddered with every crash of his
groin on my pussy. He battered me until I knew I was going to be black
and blue. And without warning, he jerked that beautiful, hot, bulging
cock out of me.

"JESUS CHRIST!" I shrieked at him. "Put it in! FUCK ME, YOU SONOFABITCH!
FUCK MEEEEEE!"

His cock had to be covered with all my cunt-juice. The layers were
hanging from it in streamers! And he shoved that cruel, lemon-sized
cockhead board against my bunghole.

"NOOOOOO! ... JEEE-ZUZ, NOOOOOOO! ... NOT ... THAT ... DUANE! ..."

I trembled all over; I'd had it up the ass the day before! And Will's
dong was like somebody's little finger compared with the
fully-developed, iron-stiff, club-headed pecker Duane was going to ram
up me!

"PULEEEASE ...! OHHH, FOR THE LOVE OF JESUS, DUAAANE ...! PULEEEASE
DOOON'T!"

He pushed my buttocks apart until I thought I could hear my ass tearing
in two. And he pushed his cock. Oh, Christ, how he pushed on that cock!
My sphincter stretched and thinned and burned like wildfire! There was a
"POP" I swear I heard! And that hideous fist of spongy meat was inside
my ass! His shaft was right behind it, shoving with all the force of his
straining hips. His cockhead reamed my gut, straightening the twisted
intestine as it plunged up into me. I felt so full I gagged; I thought
maybe some of the displaced organs were going to squirt out my mouth!

And he sawed back and forth, his shaft rubbing in and out through that
taut, sticky ring that had been a nice, tight asshole. Too much had
happened to me on that table for the pain to stay with me very long. My
sex-crazed body humped and flailed in its bonds and my belly pounded the
hard surface beneath it. My thighs battered at the hanging leaf and my
head came up.

"EEEYAAAGGGHHHHHH! ... NNNYYAAAIIIGHHH! ... EEEEE!"

"UNNHHH!" He was making noises, too! It must be pinching hell out of
that dick! "UNNHHH! ... MMMMMMM!"

Everything that had happened to me in his apartment boiled up in me at
once. My excitement shook me like a giant fist and a horrible knot of
pleasure hardened in my belly. I stiffened, thrusting outward at my
bonds and screaming senselessly. The knot burst and convulsive spasms
racked me. My asshole clamped viciously on the plunging cock and Duane's
fingertips bit into my ass-cheeks.

"BLOODY HORSESHIT!" He yelled. "YOU'RE GOING TO CUT THE GODDAMN THING
OFF! ... WWWAAGGHHHHH! ... UNNNHHHHH! ... UNNNHHHHH!"

He'd hit his orgasm, too! I felt his cum boiling into me and pooling in
my gut--a great, buried lake of liquid fire! I kicked at the knots that
held me and twisted from side to side while my pleasure tore at my
tendons and crushed my muscles. My throat ached from my moans.

At last I began to quiet. And the terrible, gigantic shaft that seemed
to split my ass began to shrink. I fell limply against the table,
drained of feeling or emotion. Whatever he meant to do now would be
nothing compared to what he'd already done to me. I'd never be the same
Lee Schlangen again; I hated him so fiercely I practically loved him.
Maybe he'd been right. Maybe I would beg him to fuck me!

He dragged his wilted cock out of me and left me alone while he went
somewhere to wash. When he came back, he didn't say anything right away,
just began to untie me. And when I was standing weakly before him,
clinging to the table for support, he stared at me. His eyes were dull
and his mouth was sort of loose.

"Well ... You got any of that Goddamn sass left in you, Lee?" he asked.

"Fuck you!" I whispered hoarsely. "Fuck you, Duane Fowler!"

He made half a grin. "You already did."

"And stick your lousy job up your ass! I don't want any part of it."

His voice was absolutely dead. "Take the day off. You'll feel more like
working tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's my day off, prick!"

"Oh, yeah. Well, take today off, too."

And he picked up my clothes and handed them to me.


Chapter 8


He hardly looked at me while I was getting dressed. I might as well have
been a punching bag. The sonofabitch. That's the trouble with most men;
the only thing a woman's any good for is punching their dick into. When
they've got their load off, they couldn't care less!

I got out of there as fast as I could. My bra wasn't any good without
the shoulder straps, and I carried it in my hand. There wasn't anybody
in the hall and I just went down it to my apartment. I was inside but
hadn't quite got the door shut when I heard that whiny, super-perfect
voice of Nancy's. I stopped to listen.

"... Right in his apartment! Alone!"

I poked my head out to see who she was talking to. The hallway was still
empty, but I realized Eric's door was open and her voice was coming from
there.

Eric's voice cut in, icy and calm. "You there?" he asked.

"I just told you she was in there alone with him!"

"Then get lost. I won't listen to back fence gossip.

There was a sort of pause. When Nancy spoke again, she sounded
reluctant.

"Well ... well, I..." And then her words tumbled over each other. "I did
see them! There's a sort of angle where the porch roof ..."

"You spied on Duane."

"Welllll ... Eric, it was awful! She let him tie her out on the table!
And she did terrible things! She was like a wild woman! She even ..."

"GET ... OUT ... OF ... HERE! NOW!!!"

I hardly had time to get out of sight. I closed my door almost all the
way ... just left it open a crack so I could peek. And Nancy backed out
of Eric's apartment with her face the color of a ripe tomato. She was
stammering and trying to make him listen, but his door shut right in her
face. So she whirled around and stomped down the hall to the stairs. She
shot a black look toward my door and disappeared.

Eric's door opened again and he came out. He stood there for a minute
looking toward Duane's apartment, then mine. And finally he came toward
me. I shut the door in a panic. What was I going to do? I leaped across
to my bed and shoved my bra under the pillow and Eric was already
knocking.

I tried to keep from shaking as I went to the door.

"Lee, I ..." He hesitated while he studied me.

My mouth felt dry and stiff. I couldn't even smile. And Eric looked
terribly uncomfortable.

"I ... Look, Lee. I'm sorry about what I said downstairs this morning.
What ... How did it happen?"

"Would you like to come in?" I stammered. When I saw his glance go
around the bedroom I added quickly, "To the sun porch, I mean. It's the
only living room Mark and I have."

"Oh. Well ..."

I stepped back, hoping. I felt as if my heart were going to jump right
out of my chest while I wondered if he'd accept the invitation.

"Well ... yes."

I led him through the bedroom. I was ashamed of the mess it was in but
he didn't seem to notice. The sun porch looked better and he took one of
the rattan armchairs Ma let us have because they were too beat-up to go
anyplace else. For awhile he didn't say anything, just sat with his
forearms resting on his legs and studied me some more.

He finally asked again. "How did it happen?"

"Will. Mark went out to mess around with a football ... some of the kids
on the street. Only in a few minutes Will came and said Duane had him in
his apartment ... accusing him of taking something. So I was scared what
Duane would do to him ... I went with Will and ... and ..."

He was mad; I could tell. His lips got tight and pale and a hard, round
little lump appeared near the back of his jaw. His eyes got real narrow,
their blue looking icy cold. He started talking, more to himself than to
me. "Been a plain damn fool. Hear stories and think you're shrugging
them off for gossip, but they settle to the bottom and stay there
rotting and spoiling everything else." He looked up at my face.
"Remember when I first came here, Lee? ... That time we were going to
drive up to Topeka for a steak dinner?"

Did I remember! You couldn't have reached me with a pole, I was so high
then! Only something had ruined it. He'd said things about an unexpected
meeting with the higher-ups, but I'd known he'd begun hearing those
stories. "I remember," I said, my voice kind of chokey.

"I blew that one," he said. "Blew the hell out of it. Look, you think
after all this time we might try that again?"

"You ... you really mean that, Eric?" All of a sudden I didn't dare let
my voice rise; I had to keep it low and soft.

"Yeah. The fact is, I've been fighting myself. Hell, Lee, there's
something about you ... I mean, it's been like having something real
special right in front of you and being scared to touch it. Everything I
see makes me want you--tells me you're the right girl. And the lousy
tongue-waggers kept scaring me off. I'm sorry! Think maybe you could
forget what a Goddamn jerk I've been?"

Omigod! I thought. Omigod, that's right next door to proposing! He's not
just talking about a date in Topeka!

"Eric ... Oh, Eric! I know! I understand, Eric! I'm not mad at you!" But
there were things in my background. Sure, the stories he'd heard were
lies, but things had happened that were maybe just as bad. I felt like I
was cutting my heart out and throwing it on the floor, but I had to be
fair with him. "Eric, things do happen to a girl ... I mean ..."

He shrugged and looked me right in the eye. "So?"

He stood up, still staring into my eyes, and I got to my feet and went
to him. I think they could have taken the floor right out from under me
without my noticing; my feet didn't even touch it. And there I was,
where I'd wanted to be ever since he'd come to Ma Conner's. His arms
were just as big and warm as I'd dreamed they would be. And he kissed
just as hard and gently as he looked like he would.

But it was awful knowing I hadn't even gotten to take a shower since
coming away from Duane's apartment. So I pulled away as soon as that
first rush of love eased enough to let me breathe. And I realized how my
boobies were tingling where they'd been crushed against him without a
bra to keep them in.

"I've ... I've got to ..." I stammered, then stopped confusion. How do
you tell a man you've got to take a shower before you can kiss him any
more?

I didn't have to. He seemed to have something on his mind. A grim
expression came over his face and he squeezed my shoulders. "Something
I've got to do, honey," he said. "Maybe it would be fun to go for a walk
in a little while. See if the cats are jumping clear out of the water
like Nigg says."

He meant walking a block to the north edge of town and the half mile or
so to the river to see if the catfish ... Well, anyway, that was a sort
of offhand way of saying it was a nice day to spend an hour or two by
the river. And it was!

When he left my apartment he didn't even stop at his; he went right past
it to Duane's. And he only had to knock once before Duane opened the
door. Eric didn't say anything I could hear from where I was peeking
through the crack at my door. He just went in with Duane backing away
before him. And they didn't shut the door.

There wasn't any noise I could hear. No crashes or grunts of pain or
angry voices. Nothing. And I realized I was being pretty sneaky to spy
on them. So I took the shower I needed so badly. And Eric came back for
me and we went for our walk.


Chapter 9


Emporia is a pretty big town, but it isn't a city by any means. It's
about twelve blocks from one side to the other, wherever you start, and
then you're either at one of the rivers or on somebody's farm. But
there's quite a bit of land right around the town that doesn't get
farmed because it floods every time one of the rivers rises. And there's
lots of willow and rushes and young poplar so walking to the river is
like walking through a miniature forest. The kids mostly like the
Cottonwood because it's broader and deeper and has stretches where
there's sand on the banks and a rocky bottom; it's just more fun to play
in.

But Neosho is a quieter, moodier river. Willows grow right along the
bank and hang out over the water. And the poplars and cottonwoods grow
up through them and their boughs spread way out across the middle of the
river and get mixed up with the branches of trees on the other side and
it's sort of subdued like a great big church. In the summer there's a
humming from bees and chirping from different kinds of birds. And the
frogs make a racket and when you hear a splash out in the water you
don't know whether it's because a frog jumped in or a fish was leaping
for one of the low-dipping dragonflies.

It's sort of steamy, too, because summer days are so hot there and
everything's so moist along the bank. And there's a greenish mistiness
to the light under all those trees so it's a little like being in some
kind of fairy-land.

Eric and I found a place in a bend of the river where the water had cut
a shelf under an overhanging bank and then receded, letting a carpet of
grass grow, with tiny wildflowers peeking through it. We sat there and
let the magic of the place get to us, with Eric skipping a flat stone
across the mirror-face of the water once in awhile and a kingfisher
squawking and jumping into the air when he did. We got all sentimental
telling each other about when we were kids and what our folks were like
and ... Well, first thing I knew we'd sort of drifted into talking about
how, kids ought to behave and that brought up how they ought to be
trained and led right into what our kids were going to be like.

I think men like to think about what their kids are going to be like. I
think they just like to think about the idea of having kids call them
Daddy. Anyhow, Eric got to looking all dreamy and he lay back on the
grass with his hands folded under the back of his head and stared up
into the trees and got a tender, contented note in his voice. And I'd
been sitting right beside him, so I sort of twisted around and bent over
him with one hand braced on the grass on the other side of his chest. He
put one arm around me and pulled me down on him and held me while we
talked. And one of my boobies was being crushed on his chest and I was
feeling all warm and gushy inside and kind of sweaty where my thighs
pressed together.

That wasn't real comfortable so I twisted some more, so I could get my
legs stretched out and my ankles crossed and lean on my elbow and let
both boobies settle on his chest without getting squashed. I ran my
fingers through the hair at his temples and traced across his lips
lightly with one fingernail so it tickled him. And he yanked me down and
kissed me real hard to make the tickle go away. His fingers began
squeezing the flesh on my back, finding spots where it was soft and
kneading it and rubbing gently. It wasn't Emporia to me any more, or the
bank of the Neosho River in Lyon County, Kansas. It was some magic
corner right outside heaven where there wasn't any time or unhappiness
or busy, grubby little people scrambling around for a living. There were
just Eric and me and a dragonfly hovering out there over the water. I
loved Eric--had loved him from the first time I'd seen him--and for the
first time knew I was going to live with him the rest of my life. It
wasn't going to be perfect; I knew that. He had his work and that was
important to him. And maybe we'd have lots of times when we didn't have
enough money ... or couldn't agree on the kind of curtains for the
living room ... or got jealous or something. But he'd be there and I'd
make it work.

The humming bees and chirping, fluttering birds and hovering dragonflies
were getting awfully unimportant. There were feelings racing through me
that didn't have anything to do with the river or the warmth of the day.
Delicious tingling sensations raced back and forth over me and my skin
felt all prickly and moist and my pussy twitched so hard I tightened my
ass-cheeks and jammed my belly hard against the softness of the thick
grass. Eric's hands weren't just kneading, either. I mean, not in one
spot. They were wandering all over and he was kissing me so hard I could
hardly catch my breath.

He was having the same trouble. His chest was kind of heaving and his
breath hit my cheek in hot, short puffs that made me tingle all the way
to my toes. One of his hands got hold of my bottom and massaged the
soft, rounded hump of an ass-cheek and the other was feeling along my
side right close to my boobie. I rocked that side up so the breast came
off his chest where he could get hold of it and he cupped his big, rough
hand around it and babied it while I thrilled to the warm familiarity.

Eric knew what he wanted to do and didn't waste a lot of time getting
ready. He worked his hand inside my blouse and eased my bra off that
breast and got his hand full of the quivering, sweat-moist flesh. He
trapped the nipple between two fingers and sort of rolled it back and
forth while it swelled and hardened and shot jagged feelings of pleasure
into me.

I wasn't just breathing hard by then; I was panting and squirming. I was
rocking my mouth on his so I could feel his teeth through his lips and
so my own teeth jabbed into my lips so I thought they'd draw blood. And
my tongue was exploring along the full, wet thickness of his mouth and
he was sucking at it and gulping it in and threatening to pull it right
out by the roots. His body had gotten all tense and hard and I was
rubbing my other tit on him and twisting my hips from side to side,
trying to rub my pulsing, hungry pussy against the firmness of the
ground.

His hand felt down the back of one of my legs to the hem of the short
walking skirt I'd worn and found bare skin and started stroking back up,
the skirt riding on his wrist. He got hold of my ass-cheek through the
flimsy nylon of my panties and squeezed and rubbed some more and I
couldn't keep my ankles crossed. My knees just wouldn't stay together.
They kept inching apart and I kept rotating my hips so my butt got
tighter and my pussy got tighter to the ground.

He got his fingers at the waist of my panties and slipped them inside,
working the warm tips over the rounded, trembling, damp mounds of my
buttocks. The creases, where my butt met my thighs, were real damp with
perspiration and I was almost embarrassed when his fingers lingered
there, rubbing slowly from side to side. But I didn't really care. All I
could do was push my knees further apart and wait for his hand to plunge
into the steaming, throbbing, eager softness of my pussy.

"Eric! Mmmm ... Eric ... love ...!" I whispered against his wet mouth.
"Mmmmm! ... Mmmm, Eric honey!"

His hand got past my bottom and his fingers slid into the gooey heat
between my pussy-lips. God! I couldn't help myself! My hips jerked and
pushed my ass right into the air while he stuck one finger right up my
cunt! I wiggled around on that blunt, thick, calloused finger while he
pushed it back and forth in me. And all of a sudden a wave of fiery
excitement a hundred times harder than I'd been feeling swept over me
and I smacked my belly on the ground and clamped my thighs together to
crush my whole pussy against the hardness of his knuckles.

"Eric!" I mumbled into his mouth again. "Mmm, Eric, fuck me, honey! Now,
Puleeease!"

He pulled his hand away from my pussy and used both hands on my
shoulders to raise me away from his kiss. "You mean that, baby? You sure
you want me to now?" And he stared into my eyes.

I could feel tears of happiness staring and he got blurry. "Yes! Oh,
God, yes, honey! I do!"

He made a happy, contented grunting sound and pushed me even further up.
I braced myself on my hands while he reached under me to unbutton my
blouse and push my bra up close to my neck so my boobs hung out in the
open. And he pulled me further up and took one nipple in his mouth, then
the whole front of my tit, and sucked it and rubbed it with his tongue.
And while he was sucking on it he was reaching down to work my panties
over my taut ass-cheeks and down into my thighs. I squirmed enough to
get the panties off and then settled on one forearm, letting him keep
sucking while I felt for the zipper of his fly.

I got it open, then hesitated a minute before I could get up the nerve
to stick my hand inside. When I did, I gasped. God, it was such a big,
hot, hairy cock! Stiff and knobby, it was almost too big for my fingers
to go around it! And it felt heavy! But I pulled it into the open and
squeezed it, my hand jerking up and down on it and feeling the spongy
firmness of the foreskin when I tried to caress the head.

Eric groaned a little bit and grabbed at my pussy again, hauling me on
top of him and making me straddle his waist. I lay on him, my tit still
in his mouth and my hand clinging fiercely to that glorious, massive
prick while my pussy-hair got squashed on my own hand and the wet,
twitching, meaty cockhead.

He had both hands on the backs of my thighs right below my ass-cheeks
and the fingers were pulling my greedy, trembling, swollen pussy-lips
apart and feeling again for my cunt-mouth. He reached the rubbery,
gaping rim from both sides at the same time. His fingers pulled it open
and rubbed around its curvature, poking at the delicate, soft lobes that
lined the opening and stretching me as if he needed to get me ready for
that awesome, brutal cockhead.

I was ready, I was ready! Jesus! My hips were churning and my ass-cheeks
were snapping at each other and my pussy was on fire! But if we were
going to fuck right there by the river it didn't seem right to do it as
if we were in the back seat of a car. I wanted Eric to be able to see
and feel all of me that first time!

"Eric!" I panted. "Eric, let me get undressed for you! All the way,
honey!"

"You sure you want to? You're, not afraid of somebody coming by?"

"I'm not scared! Oh, please, Eric?"

"Okay! Jesus, yes! Go ahead!"

So I scrambled up and tore off my blouse and wiggled out of my bra and
let my skirt slither down over my legs. And I kicked off my shoes and
socks and stood on the balls of my feet and stretched, my arms way up
over my head. And Eric grunted suddenly as if somebody had knocked the
wind out of him.

"Oof! ... Oh, Jesus, what a body!"

I sensed he hadn't expected the figure I had. With a skip, I whirled
away from him to the very edge of the water and posed again. He whistled
real softly and jerked off his clothes.

"Damn, baby! You're just gorgeous!"

I was having trouble making my throat behave. I kept gulping and working
my mouth, but I couldn't have said anything if my life had depended on
it. All I could do was stare at that magnificent, enormous, bulky pecker
that jutted so awesomely in front of his belly and the ponderous balls
that swung below it.

Finally I got my voice working again. "Omigod, honey! Let's fuck quick
before I lose my nerve!"

I ran back to him and let him grab me in his arms and swing me off my
feet. And I let him lay me on the grass and pulled my knees up and
spread them as wide as I could. I knew what was happening to my pussy.
The lips were swollen; the outer, hairy slopes were folded toward my
thighs, round-curved and dark and soft. The inner faces were gleaming
pinkly, coated with the thickening wetness of my desire and their color
darkened by the rush of hot blood. Between them the broad trough of my
slit glistened and pulsed and the thick-rimmed mouth of my cunt gaped
open for his cock, ringing the blackness of the cavity he was going to
fill. My boobies were still mounded, their pale, veined, translucent
flesh quivering and their hard, darkened, puckered nipples thrusting
defiantly upward, anticipating the weight of his broad, golden-haired
chest.

His eyes were shining and the tip of his tongue was wetting his lips as
he dropped to his knees between mine. He ran his hands tenderly over the
inner, taut surfaces of my thighs and touched the puffy flesh at the
edge of my clitoris with one fingertip, then slowly passed his hands
upward along my body to grasp my boobs in his palms.

"Holy Christ!" he exclaimed in a whisper. "What a body!"

And he lowered himself into the embrace of my thighs, the thick foreskin
halfway withdrawn off the dark bulge of his cockhead before the
frightening knob vanished from my view and settled into the fiery heat
of my pussy. I felt the hard bulb nudge my cunt-rim and let my hips
surge, thrusting my cunt hard against the rigid cock just as his hips
snapped forward to drive the brutal head through my stretching opening.

"Ahhhh ...! Oooh, honnney ...!"

The great, blunt cockhead drove to the core of my belly. A delicious,
quivering, warm sense of pressure built among my organs, pleasure
rippling through me in gentle, sweet waves. I cried with happiness,
clinging to his great, muscular shoulders and clamping my thighs on the
bristling bulges of his.

His cock-shaft pistoned in and out of the slippery, tight-clutching rim
of my cunt-mouth, plunging inward with a giddy rush until the broad,
hard structure at its base crashed against my pussy, then dragging back,
its ribbed column slipping outward and pulling the bulging cockhead with
it until the flared shoulders of the head jerked at the greedy
cunt-mouth. The muscles of my inner thighs rolled under his plunges and
my belly writhed from the inner flood of pleasure.

"UNNNGGG ...! HARRRRDERRR ...! DEEEEEPERRRRR ...! OOOH, HONNNEEEY!"

"Hang on, baby! ... Hang on! ... Oooh!" His whisper was harsh
and	urgent.

My hips leaped under him, driving my pussy up and onto his stroking
shaft with each of his lunges. And my ass flattened the grass and
pounded it into the damp, spongy earth while my heels dug in
frantically.

"HONEY ... HONEY ... FUCK!... FUCK HARD!"

"Grab me, baby! Grab me with your legs!"

I wrapped them around those thrusting hips, my heels drumming on his
ass.

"UUUNNNNNNN!... NOWWW!... NOW, HONEY!"

"Okay! ... MMMMM!"

"EEEEEYYIII ...! OOOOOHHH ...!"

"AARGHHH! UMMMPH!"

"NnnNnnNnnnn ... aaahhhhh ..." My belly wrenched in spasms and my thighs
held him in their vise-like grip.

He strained against me, boring my ass into the soft earth as he shot me
full of his cum. The heat filled me and I seethed with delirious
happiness. We shook in the grip of violent tremors and then sagged,
overcome by the wild savagery of our mating.

"Oh, honey!" I whispered. "Honey, I do love you so!"

"Yeah," he muttered. "Yeah, I love you, too, puss."


Chapter 10


We didn't make any formal announcement. We didn't have to, I suppose;
the news must have radiated from my face. And where I'd gaze at Eric
with a sort of dumb adoration before while he'd treated me with cool
indifference, there was a warm closeness between us now. I'd look up
from my plate and see he was watching me, and a quick spark of affection
and understanding would pass between us.

Everyone noticed. Mark talked to me about it in our apartment that first
night. He was a little awed, because we'd both come to look on Eric as
belonging to a world apart from ours. He was typically brotherly, too,
though. He had to be satisfied Eric was going to treat me right.

"When's he going to marry you?" he asked bluntly. "Where you gonna
live?"

I didn't know the answer to either question. We'd put off setting a
date. Somehow it had seemed too big a step; we'd needed a little time
for our new closeness to soak in. And we hadn't talked about where--just
about a little white clapboard with a picket fence and a brick walk.

But that wasn't really what Mark was thinking about. He was wondering
where he'd be. He was wondering what place there would be for a
fifteen-year-old kid brother when his sister was a new bride.

"Mark, sweetie ..." I grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "Marky, I
don't know. But Eric understands about us. Wherever we live, you're
going to be there. And it's going to be a lot better than this!"

Duane Fowler didn't say anything about the new state of affairs at all.
He stopped bugging me, though. I became as safe at work as if I'd been
in church; it got almost boring. And all of a sudden the cash register
and books seemed to be okay, so I didn't have to stay night after night
trying to find the source of errors I hadn't been able to see in the
first place. At Ma's, he was formal and proper. Honest, it was enough to
make a body sick!

Will was his usual snotty self, but he let me to hell alone! I mean he
didn't get one bit nicer, but he made it real clear he knew I was out of
bounds for him. And he looked so subdued when Eric was anywhere around
that first few days I knew Eric had put the fear of the devil in him!

Ma was interested, of course. She could see how close we'd gotten. And
she came to me privately for particulars. She didn't let on she was
being nosy ... not the kind of nosiness that wants to know the date and
the church and the color of the bridal dress and all that. She let on it
was strictly businesslike. I mean, after all, she ran a respectable
rooming and boarding house and had to have a license and all that meant
the authorities wanted assurance there wasn't any hanky-panky going on.
The thing with Eric looked on the up and up, she let me know, but it was
so sudden. So she was assuming it was the kind of romance that was going
to wind up with wedding bands and a ceremony and not one of those
backstairs things that got landladies in trouble.

So I reassured her, although I pretended I wasn't about to give away
little secrets about what day everything was going to come about.

And Nancy noticed. God, yes, she noticed! She acted offended, first off.
You'd have thought Eric was her private claim. And she did everything
she could to get his interest. She wore her things as daringly as she
could, always risking Ma's hard stare and caustic order to go make
herself decent. And she managed always to be bumping into him in
out-of-the-way corners. More than once, she managed to get into the
downstairs hall in her underwear just as he went through on his way
upstairs or outside.

It got so bad I ached for him. It had to be embarrassing to have that
thirteen-year-old kid poking her immature little butt at him all the
time, no matter how cute she was ... and no matter how cute her butt
was, for that matter. It got so I intercepted her a few times just to
save Eric the embarrassment and fuss.

Well ... maybe I had a bit more in mind than saving him embarrassment.

Anyhow, irritated and watchful as I'd become, I still almost missed it
when it counted. In fact, I did miss it until it was too late to do
anything.

I was on my way back to my room. I'd been in Eric's apartment
straightening up for him and giving it a little of the feminine touch.
And he'd been lounging in his armchair with his feet out on the ottoman
making exaggeratedly contented sounds.

"Goddamn, Lee, I'm really going to go for this! Why the hell don't we
take a quick run down into Arkansas and get a J.P. to do the honors so I
can really get used to the service!"

I'd laughed and made some wisecrack about what was he waiting for. And
then I'd hurried out, because he'd suggested exactly what I wanted; and
here we were, not even having gotten our license yet or started waiting!

So I wasn't paying close attention when I passed the head of the stairs.
Nancy was coming up them and shrank back against the banister when I
passed the top. I kept right on going without even looking at her face
and it wasn't until I had my hand on my own doorknob I realized what I'd
seen out of the corner of my eye.

The child had been wearing spike-heels, for one thing. Her hair had been
piled up on her head for another--masses of black ringlets until she
could hardly have reached the top with her hand! She had on hose and an
indecent miniskirt--I mean, it was so damn short you could see bare
thigh above her stocking when she raised a foot on the stairway--and a
sleazy blouse with the top two or three buttons unfastened and the neck
pulled off one shoulder. It was pulled so far down you could see the
white swell of one little boobie! And no Goddamn bra!

Well! I like to twisted that doorknob off! And I turned around to holler
at her. But she'd flitted her hot little ass right down the hall where
I'd come from and was at Eric's door. And I don't know what the hell she
said, but his big, blunt hand came out and closed on her arm and he
yanked her inside so fast both her feet were off the floor!

I didn't know what to do! I was so furious at the way the kid was got up
that I couldn't even think straight. I kept asking myself what could
make her go to Eric's room in that kind of outfit. Obviously, an
invitation! And why had he yanked her inside like that? Clearly because
she'd gotten there at the wrong time. And what was going on in there?

Well, I don't have to be clairvoyant to figure that out!

I knew if I went to the end of our sun porch nearest Eric's apartment
there was a tiny service hallway leading in to where a bunch of flues
came together. And I knew there was a place where the flue from Eric's
heater went through the wall and the cover guard didn't fit. Well, all
right, I'd peeked through it sometimes when he'd first come there, just
to watch how beautiful he was when he was reading his paper or
something.

So I scrambled into that service tunnel and found the right chink and
got my eye up to it. I'd already missed the preliminary sparring. They'd
got down to brass tacks by the time I had them in view. And I found
myself looking at an entirely different Eric from the man I meant to
marry!

He wasn't lounging in his armchair, of course. Not right then. He was
standing in the middle of his living room, his feet wide-planted and his
hands on his hips, glowering down at Nancy as if he were a Greek god and
she was just a lowly mortal. He was giving her the eye, all right; he
wasn't missing anything about the way she was dressed. And naturally, he
was seeing it from a man's point of view, missing the sleaziness and
seeing it as sexy.

He was looking at the way those young, budding, saucy little tits of
hers held the blouse out and the way the tiny, flat nipples showed
through as shadows. He was looking at the way the too-tight skirt
wrinkled across the front and bulged over her new-found love mound and
hugged her hips and clearly announced she wasn't wearing panties or a
garter belt. And he was ... Well, he had a hard-on that wouldn't quit!

But he gave her a disgusted look and said, "Okay, you want to distribute
God's blessings; what the hell have you got I'd give a damn about?"

She simpered and made her hips wiggle. "In the old days the kings had
girls the same age as me, Eric. They didn't want to waste time on old
bags twenty or twenty-one."

He just shrugged. "In the old days, maybe the broads knew enough to make
them worth a king's time. Maybe they got some education about what men
wanted by the time they got your age."

"What ... What do you mean?" She sounded as unsure of herself as she had
sounded cocky a moment before.

"I mean you come in here flaunting a couple of tits the size of olives
and a half-developed ass and expect me to start panting! What the hell!
What do you know about what a woman puts out to make a man feel good?"

"I ..." Her voice hardly carried as far as the wall. "I want to learn,"
she whispered. "I could make you happy; I know I could!"

He looked as cruel and overbearing as he sounded. "Horseshit! You don't
give a damn! First thing you have to do you'll start crying and
screaming and go running off to mamma!"

"No! No, I won't! I promise! Try me!"

His eyes narrowed and his lip curled at the corner. And he grinned at
her--an evil, lecherous, triumphant grin. "Well ... Well, why not? Maybe
the right way is to start 'em young!"

"Oh, yes, Eric! Of course it is!" She was ready to climb all over him.
She jerked her blouse open and stuck a tit toward him. "Just feel!"

He roared at her. "WHAAAT! What's there to feel! That's not going to do
anything for me, you dumb cunt! You're the one who's going to do the
work, not me! You're learning; remember?"

"Yes," she replied in a low, quavering tone.

"YES WHAT? GODDAMN IT, WHERE'S YOUR MANNERS?"

"Y-y-yes, sir!" She was so scared she was stuttering. She'd eat his shit
right now, I thought. Christ! Maybe he's going to make her do that!
Maybe that's the kind of monster he is under that beautiful, gentle
front he's put on all this time!

He growled at her. "All right, slut! That's more like it! Now, get your
Goddamn clothes off!"

"But ... I ..."

"OFF...! OFF ...! OFF! YOU DUMB SHIT, DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF! I
DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO LOOK AT THAT CHEAP CRAP! YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes ... Yes ...! All right ...!" Tears streamed from her eyes and she
sobbed. "Only don't yell at me, please ..."

"AND STOP YOUR GODDAMN SNIVELING! THINK A KING WOULD PUT UP WITH A
FUCKING BAWL-BABY?"

She sniffed and choked back the sobs, tearing her clothing off with
nervous, fumbling fingers and rolling it up in a tight little bundle and
hiding it behind a pillow on his couch. She straightened and let him
stare at her. For a thirteen-year-old, she was about three years ahead
of herself in development. I mean, a sixteen-year-old would have been
better filled out, of course, but she wouldn't have had much better
lines.

Nancy's boobs were just about perfect cones. They angled up from her
ribs as steeply at the underside as they did down at the upper. They
promised to fill out to juicy plumpness real soon, too; the flesh
already looked as if it were ringed by bands that were too tight, with
the tissues bulging between them. Right out at the tips, they weren't
cones, though. They were rounded and fat-looking, faintly pink and
shiny-textured. And in the middle of the pink, round, soft, darker-pink
little mounds looked as if they'd been stuck on like raisins stuck into
dough.

She did have a waist. I mean, most thirteen-year-old girls go straight
up and down between ribs and hips, but her waist did pinch in a little
and her bottom did look just a little bit plump and squeezable. She had
perky, black little ringlets on her mound and her pussy-lips had
begun--just begun--to fill. And she had damn nice, shapely legs.

Eric didn't say a word. His haughty scowl didn't even flicker. He kept
looking her up and down and very deliberately started pulling off his
clothes. I could see terror creeping into Nancy's eyes as she took in
the bulk of his shoulders and the massiveness of his chest. And when he
pulled off his trousers and shorts she looked like she was choking to
death while she measured that brutal cock of his with her gaze.

"Oh, my!" she whispered faintly. "O, my goodness!"

"Now, tramp! You good for anything?"

"What?" she asked as if she hadn't understood.

"I SAID ARE YOU GOOD FOR ANYTHING?"

"Yes ... What do you want me to do ... sir?" He flung himself into his
armchair, legs sprawled and widespread, cock standing like a mast in the
midst of the gleaming, golden forest of pubic hair.

"LICK IT OFF! ON YOUR KNEES AND LICK IT OFF!"

"Oh, please ..." She whimpered.

But with one glance at his stony expression she sank to her knees and
crawled slowly between his legs. Sinking until her ass rested on her
heels, she reached hesitantly for the awesome shaft. She touched it with
her fingertip and stared with wide eyes at the moist, swollen underside.

"YOU GOT A TONGUE IN YOUR GODDAMN HAND, STUPIDT?" He roared again.

"N-n-no, sir."

"WELL, THEN?"

"Y-y-yes, sir." She bent from the hips, put her hands in her lap, and
extended her tongue timidly. The quivering pink tip touched the great
shaft and her head recoiled.

"Oh, shit! Rest your stupid elbows outside my legs, dummy! Give yourself
some support and get in there and do the Goddamn job right!"

"Oh, please, Eric! D-d-don't be mean to me! I'm trying!"

"WELL, TRY HARDER!"

"Y-y-yes, sir."

Resting her elbows outside his thighs forced her to lean further in and
brought the outside bulges of her boobies into contact with the hot
flesh of his inner thighs. She shivered and gasped, a thrill of
excitement clearly racing over her at the touch. With a half-concealed
shudder, she dragged the reluctant tongue up the length of the huge
shaft.

Eric patted her on the head. "Now that's the way, girl. Just lick real
thorough-like. You'll find it's pleasant after you get the hang of it."

"Oh, dear!" she said weakly. "Yes, sir."

She licked at the bulging, heavy underside of the shaft again, again
running her tongue from the base to the flare of the foreskin. Except
for another paternal pat on the head, Eric made no gesture or comment.
She drew her tongue only a short distance the next time and when there
was no reproof, she limited herself to short, nervous lapping. But it
was obvious she was finding Eric's prediction to be correct; it wasn't
bad at all once she got the hang of it. And she wouldn't have been human
if she hadn't thrilled to the enormous, stiff instrument before her. She
eased her hand along his hairy, muscular thigh and touched the great
shaft of his cock with her fingertips. His lack of comment made her
bolder; she closed her fingers around the huge handle and raised the
rigid thing to a vertical position. Without realizing it, I'm sure, she
extended the range of her tonguing until she was wetting the entire
surface.

He made her lick every bit of his shaft and then strip back his foreskin
and lick the inside of it. That gave her some trouble; she didn't really
know what he was trying to get her to do. And he didn't show any
patience at all.

"Come on, stupid! Just put your hand around the Goddamn head, that's
all! Okay! That wasn't so hard, was it! ... Now! Squeeze a little bit
and pull down! The Goddamn skin moves! ... YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TRYING
TO TELL YOU! God, dummy, doesn't it ever hurt being so stupid?"

"Please, Eric ...!" She sounded scared but indignant. "I'm not stupid!"

"THE HELL YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE HERE, AREN'T YOU? THAT'S ENOUGH TO SHOW HOW
STUPID YOU ARE!" He grabbed the hair at the sides of her head with both
hands and forced her to look into his face. "Now see if you can do this
right. Lick all that skin you just turned inside out. And lick my
cockhead. DO IT GENTLE!"

"Y-y-yes, sir." She was meek again. Maybe she was ready to agree she was
stupid to be there.

She laved the red, puffy inner flesh of his foreskin with her tongue,
scouring it until it gleamed with her saliva, then began applying her
tongue tip to the bulging, velvety surfaces of that magnificent meaty
bulb of his.

He smiled with contentment. The sonofabitch was really enjoying it! And
he made encouraging little remarks, like she'd learn real good if she
kept at it and she wasn't all that bad for a beginner and stuff like
that. And I could tell she was getting excited, herself. Who wouldn't?

Pretty soon he stirred a little. "Okay, baby. Now you've got it all
warmed up; suck it awhile."

"Oh, my! Oh, no, Eric! I couldn't do that!"

"Whaddya mean you couldn't do that?"

She didn't say anything.

So he repeated himself. "WHADDYA MEAN, GODDAMN IT!"

"I ... I just couldn't!" She wailed.

"HORSESHIT! DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU COULD OR COULDN'T DO! I KNOW WHAT YOU
CAN DO! NOW SUCK THE SONOFABITCH! SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SUCK IT!!!"

"Oh, dear! Oh, Eric, no!" But even while she was begging, she was
steeling herself to do as she was told.

She squeezed her eyes tight shut and put her lips on the very tip of his
cockhead. She worked them out onto the dome a little bit and began to
suck gingerly. And as her lips worked the spongy, soft-textured flesh,
she seemed to lose her horror of it. She took more of it between her
lips and sucked harder until she had almost half his cockhead in her
mouth.

"All right! See, you don't know what the hell you can do when somebody's
telling you!" Eric rubbed it in and she turned a fiery red. But she
didn't stop sucking.

He muttered at her once in awhile, but I knew he was having trouble
controlling his voice. His fists were clenched until the knuckles were
white and his belly was wiggling some. That young, troubled face with
the screwed up expression and the small, bright-red mouth bent so busily
over his cock was probably giving his balls a real tweaking in their
crowded sac.

"Okay, honey! The whole head now. Easy does it ... and keep those
Goddamn teeth to themselves if you want to keep them!"

She winced and stretched her jaw. It looked to me like she was going to
dislocate it before she finally got her lips closed behind those
wide-flaring shoulders at the back of his cockhead. She looked
frightened and amazed and smugly triumphant, all at the same time. She
might have been scared he was going to come in her mouth and choke her.
Or maybe she had to stretch her jaw so wide to get that majestic knob
past her teeth she was afraid she'd never get it out. I don't know what
she was scared of. But it was obvious she was proud of herself for
getting the whole thing in. And the way she swallowed with the corners
of her mouth smiling around that monstrous pole, she liked the taste of
the fresh man-juice that was trickling from his slit.

She started sucking again. Her jaw moved, too, at the back and
underneath, so I knew she was doing things with her tongue.

And Eric said what I was thinking. "Get over thinking you're so damn
special, you'll be pretty good by the time you grow up, kid." And he
patted her head again.

God, how that must have infuriated her! I could see her get tense every
time he did it. And I'll bet she was really having to fight herself to
keep from pasting him one! But she wasn't quite that stupid; she just
took it however he dished it out.

"Okay, baby. Now you know what you're supposed to be doing. Now, listen
carefully. You keep that cockhead right in your mouth and keep sucking.
And get up on your feet while you're doing it. Nod if you got that."

She nodded, looking miserable. It was bad enough when she was nestled
down between those sturdy, powerful legs of his; it was going to be
sheer torture if she had to stand up and do this while she had that
tender, innocent young fanny sticking in the air. But she struggled
awkwardly to her feet, bending at the hips and clutching his thighs,
leaning on them for balance. I had the grotesque notion she was getting
ready to do a headstand on the top of that great, sturdy cock, the head
still encased in her mouth.

Eric growled. "Fine, so far. Now, Goddamn you, dummy, hang on! DON'T LET
THAT DICK OUT OF YOUR MOUTH ... AND DON'T BITE IT OR I'LL MAKE YOU
SWALLOW IT!"

She nodded again, trembling with apprehension. Eric seized her waist and
lifted. He upended her and swung her legs around, rotating her so her
boobs hung over his belly and her belly faced him.

I shivered; I knew what was going to happen to her and could only wish
silently I were out there instead of Nancy.

He pulled her toward him. Butting her knees apart with his head he let
her thighs settle on his shoulders astride his neck and stared down at
that gleaming, pink young pussy. Nancy was sucking desperately and
whimpering in her throat. She twisted in vain when Eric cupped his
bear-like paws over her ass-cheeks and began manipulating them. And she
stiffened with a jerk when he put his lips into the midst of the
quivering, tender flesh of her cunt. Her legs straightened and her toes
were pointing. Her boobies swished back and forth across his belly and
she grabbed his cock to steady herself. But he laid his forearm across
the small of her back and pinned her to him while he began lipping the
sensitized inner faces of her pussy-lips.

"MMP! ... MMMMMPP! ... MMMMM ...!" Her throat swelled with the force of
the choked moans. And her tone was one of startled, undeniable pleasure.

Eric tongued the virgin slopes thoroughly and expertly. The tip of his
tongue traced complex patterns over the reddening, swelling tissues and
dipped inward as her pussy-lips unfolded. He rimmed her tight, winking
little cunt-mouth with it and bored the tip through her taut ring. With
his free hand he pulled her ass closer under his face and began teasing
the puckered, twitching, pale little asshole. She jerked wildly. Her
feet flailed the air and her thighs ground against the sides of his
head. But she was firmly positioned and his tongue had no interference.

Excitement and delight inevitably overcame her fear and embarrassment.
Her wriggling changed subtly from that of outraged resistance to
wrigglings of desire. And the deeper her pleasure became the harder and
more greedily she sucked that lovely, thick cock of his. Her head bobbed
vigorously and the ringlets that had been piled so high when she'd
passed me in the hall were loose from their pins and hiding her face
from me. But I could see the way her hands had both clamped on his
cockshaft and were jumping up and down on it.

Eric pulled his feet close to the chair and pushed himself onto them. He
held her by the waist again and swung her body out away from his. "Let
go," he directed her. "You can quit sucking now."

I didn't see any sign she meant to.

"YOU DUMB LITTLE SHIT! LEGGO!!"

She drew her head back. There was a wet "Plopping" sound and his cock
leaped against his belly.

"Oooh, I didn't want to!" she whispered in a strained tone.

"WHAT THE FUCK DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE TO ME!" He roared.

He swung her upright again, but he didn't put her down; instead, he
carried her to the back of his chair and set her on her feet with the
fronts of her thighs pressed against the upholstery. Grabbing her
shoulders, he thrust her forward over the thick chair back.

"Get your feet apart! ... Wider, stupid! ... WIDER!!!"

She had them spread so far only her toes touched the floor. Her pussy
gaped, but that tiny cunt-mouth was still tightly closed. Eric jabbed
his index finger into her cunt without warning, and her head came up and
she cried out fiercely.

"EEE! ... OOOAAAHHH! ... That's what I want!"

He twisted the blunt, brutal finger around in her. "Fuck you, kid! Let
somebody else pop that cherry!"

His finger came out gooey, strands of her sweet, thick, gummy
pussy-juice clinging to it. Quickly, he smeared the juice on her
asshole. Her ass-cheeks tightened convulsively.

"Eric! Good God, that's terrible! Dooooon't!"

As easily as he'd thrust it into her cunt, he drove his finger into her
ass. His knees wedged between her widespread thighs, keeping them at a
wide angle and preventing her effort to clamp them together. His finger
twisted back and forth, reaming the reddening, stretching sphincter
while she cried out piteously. Again, sensations that were at first
painfully uncomfortable became more tolerable and then pleasant. Her
cries lost their note of agony and protest and took on one of reluctant
enjoyment. Instead of her body contorting itself in an effort to escape
the indignity and torture it suffered, it writhed happily and twisted in
an effort to heighten the intensity of feeling.

Eric continued to ream the awakening little asshole, dipping another
finger into the well of her cunt-juice and scrubbing the thick, slippery
lubricant around the tight-stretched anal rim while the buried digit
stroked and twisted. In a moment of relaxation of her sphincter his
second finger slipped in beside the first.

"EEEYAAAGGHHH! ... OH, ERIC, MORE! ... MOOOORRRE!"

He stretched and loosened the eager little bunghole while she squirmed
wildly, her boobies wiping the upholstery until their tips turned a
fiery red. And when he had three fingers buried in her and she was still
crying for more, he spat into his other palm and coated his purpling,
swollen cockhead with his saliva.

Pulling his fingers out of her rectum--ignoring her frantic protest at
the removal--he seized the shaft of his cock and aimed it at her ass.
The huge, domed cockhead pressed on the rim of her anus, her ass-cheeks
bulging sideward as it wedged them out of the way.

"Oh, dear! ... OMIGOD, WHAT'S THAT?"

Eric merely grunted. He leaned against the stiff, massive cock while the
sloping angle of the head forced her asshole slowly open before it.
Loosened and conditioned to the pleasure of accepting penetration, the
abused, weakened muscle stretched to engulf his brutal cockhead. The
great, ridged shoulder vanished within that pink-and-white bottom and
the thick, dark-veined shaft plunged after it.

Nancy's knuckles whitened from the force of her grip on the arms of the
chair. Her elbows straightened and stiffened and she pushed her upper
torso upward so it extended almost horizontally from her hips, as if the
deep-plunging cock were straightening her out. Her head came up, the
cords in her neck standing out tautly and her teeth clenched and her
lips drawn back from them in a horrible grimace of incredulous delight.
Her eyes bulged and her shoulders trembled, while her feet left the
floor to hook behind Eric's knees.

"AAAGGHHHHH! ... WWWAAAGGHHHHH! ... EEEEEEE!"

"All the way, baby! Up that little ass of yours! Give you an idea what
fucking's going to feel like someday."

"OOOWWW! ... UUUNNNGG! ... FUCK, ERRRIC! ... HARD ... HARD ...!"

His hips blasted at her, smashing her unprotected ass in a vicious rain
of blows while her body recoiled, leaping wildly over the unmoving
chair. Her hair flew in a glossy black cloud as she flung her head up
and back, then swung it from side to side in a frenzy of savage tosses.
Eric's hand dipped beneath his cock and his fingers settled on her
clitoris, rubbing it while he fucked.

"NO-NO-NO ...! EEE-EEE-EEE! ... EEEYYYAAAIIIGGHHHHH!"

Her body went rigid, motionless except for the violent tremor that shook
her.

"YAAAYAAAYAAA ...! OOOMMM ... OOOOOM! ... AAAHHHHH!"

Eric stiffened and arched, his entire body focused on the hideous entry
and his ass-cheeks jerking fiercely. I could almost see the burst of cum
that puffed the helpless, rapturous girl's belly.

"H O T T T! ... F U L L L! ... PUSH-PUSH-PUSH!"

They hung on the back of the chair, both quivering in the savage grip of
orgasms.

Nancy's screaming became deep and guttural. "AAAGGHHH! ... UUUNNNGGGGGG!
... UUUNNNHHHHH!!!" And abruptly her muscles appeared to loosen and
collapse. "AAAHHhhh! ... Ahhhhh! ... Mmmmmmmm!"

She hung limply on his dick, her legs loose and her hands lying
motionless on the seat of the chair.

"Mmmmmm! ... Eric, I like it! ... Oooh, Eric!"

He gripped her soft, lifeless little ass-cheeks brutally and jerked his
hips back with a wicked yank.

"EEEYYYAAAGGHHHHH!"

I cringed and trembled, expecting to see a bloody asshole still clinging
like a ring of flesh to the enormous, softening cock and a great,
gaping, mangled hole between the suddenly hard little buttocks. But she
wasn't even torn. She simply squirmed with the agony of that fierce
evacuation and cried bitterly.

"Y-y-you d-d-didn't have ... to do it ... like that!" She sobbed.

"Why the fuck not? What's so special about you? You make me sick."

"You're a brute! You're just an ugly, nasty, selfish brute!"

"Oh, shit!" His voice was filled with disgust. "Those cradle-robbing
kings of yours ... either their taste was all in their mouths or they
weren't man enough to handle real women. That's all I can say. Jesus!
How any real man could waste his time on a kid when there were grown
women around to be fucked is more than I can see!"

I drew back from the peephole I'd watched through and crept to the sun
porch. All the beautiful dreams I'd lived on since Eric had said he
loved me were shattered. I'd never trust him again. And I'd never be
able to forget the kind of monster he was under that god-like front he
always put up. I had nothing to look forward to but the bleak, hateful
existence I'd know ever since Mark and I had become orphans.


Chapter 11


I was miserable all week. I couldn't even look at Eric without seeing
the way he'd looked with Nancy. And he acted as if nothing at all had
happened. It might have been a disastrous time if other things hadn't
come up.

I think Nancy might have revised her own mental picture of what she'd
gone through and made something of a heroine of herself. She probably
did a little hinting among her own acquaintances and maybe did a little
un-subtle challenging. Anyhow, a couple of the boys her age got her
cornered after school and made it look like they were going to get a
little of that hot stuff she was bragging about. Maybe they got a little
rough. Only Mark just happened to show up. He kicked the shit out of
them and gave them some dire warnings about what they could expect if
they bugged Nancy any more. And right then and there she started
worshipping him.

Well, there was no question she had the fixtures to interest a boy
Mark's age. And he got interested.

That was the week when Ma Conner found out they were starting to do
something in the Colorado mine her husband had gotten sweet-talked into
buying a lot of stock in several years before his death, too. The way it
looked, she was likely to be worth a hell of a lot more money than she'd
ever be able to count. And with a little bit of excitement in her life
for the first time, she didn't even look like the same person. I noticed
Duane Fowler was getting a gleam in his eye and studying her when she
wasn't looking.

In fact, he even started dating her. They weren't the world's most
dramatic dates--he'd go down to the parlor and they'd have a drink or
two in what she'd always insisted was her private "country" or she'd
visit him in his apartment--but they had all the ceremony and pomp of
real, serious dates.

The end of that week Ma came to my apartment and asked me to go
downstairs with her. All very mysterious; she wasn't about to say
anything about why. When I got down there she led me to her dressing
room and poured out her heart. For a woman in her forties, she acted
more like a girl my age. She was blushing and stammering and all
excited. There was a whole lot of business about her being old fashioned
and old before her time and everybody getting a second chance at life.
And there was a lot of incoherent stuff about inhibitions and free
expression of emotions and needs and a man's guidance ... God, I don't
know what all!

What it all boiled down to was she was getting liberated from all the
old hang-ups and turning on to a new beat. So we went shopping for
clothes more appropriate to the new Ma--"Gwen," she began insisting. We
did it from the inside out. She wanted the sexiest stuff we could buy,
and in Emporia it wasn't easy to get really sexy outfits. But we did
find a couple of bras with half-cups and some bikini-type, sheer lace
panties--bright red ones and black ones. And she settled for a couple of
miniskirts--it turned out she had damn nice legs--and another skirt with
slits up the sides. And some blouses for seeing through and some that
simply had plunging necklines.

There was supposed to be this heavy "Liberation" date with Duane in his
apartment. And we spent an hour and a half getting her ready for it. She
finally settled for the scarlet panties and one of the peek-a-boo bras
and a see-through blouse and one of the miniskirts. And we left her hair
loose ... just brushed the hell out of it ... and plenty of make-up
because that's the way she wanted it.

Duane didn't sound like a villain at all when he let her into his
apartment. He even smiled at me and asked didn't I think Gwen was the
swan who'd been an ugly duckling far too long. And he glanced over his
shoulder at the little table--it seemed to be almost in the center of
the living room--and then back at me with a sharing kind of grin. And
Gwen let him lead her inside toward the couch and a coffee table with a
tray of wine and goblets on it.

I was a little bit worried about Ma and I kept coming into the hall and
going down by Duane's door to be sure everything was all right. Once, I
heard her giggle and say, "Duane, darling! Really!

The table?" I gulped and listened, holding my breath.

"Oooh, Duane! ... Oooh, I feel indecent! Eeeee!" And she giggled again.

I retreated to my apartment, shaken and on edge. Ma was getting a
slightly modified version of what I'd experienced in that room and
liking it! Maybe the difference was she'd come to have some kind of
emotional attachment to Duane. He'd convinced her she was still young
and desirable and she was ready to learn.

I did start out into the hall again; I just had to see if she kept on
liking what he did. But Nancy appeared, pale and breathless. She ran to
me.

"Lee! Omigosh, Lee! It's awful!"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Oh, Lee!" She shuddered and let me lead her through my room to the sun
porch, where she sank into one of the rattan chairs and buried her face
in her hands.

"Now, what's wrong, hon?"

"Oh, Lee! It's Ma! She's in Duane's apartment, and I ... I ... Well, the
roof ..."

"Uh-huh. Good view through his window, isn't there," I remarked dryly.

"Oh, dear! She ... he tied her on the table, just the way he did you!
And he's got her all undressed! ... All naked! ... And ... And ... and
she let him!"

"Is she all right?"

"Oooh, he's doing terrible things to her! And making her do things to
him!" She looked up at me, her eyes brilliant with excitement. "She
likes it, Lee! She likes it!"

Mark had appeared in the door leading to his room.

I led her on. "What's he doing, hon?"

"He ... he made her suck him! Her face got all red and excited looking,
and when she stopped she was smiling! And then he went around behind her
and ... and ..." She looked suddenly wistful. "I wish I weren't a
virgin," she said softly. "Oh, God, Lee! Sometimes I think I'll die, I
want IT so much!"

"Like now."

"Yes! Oh, why can't I be old enough?" And then, "Why doesn't Mark like
me, Lee? I try so hard and he just doesn't!"

He came to her quickly. "Yes, I do! Nancy, I do like you!"

She started. Maybe she'd have stormed out of our apartment confused and
angry at having been overheard any other time. Now she caught his hand
and pressed it to her cheek, purring like a contented kitten. She was
overwrought by what she'd been watching.

"Mark! Marky, you really do?"

"Sure! Of course, I do!"

She pulled his hand down over her neck and thrust it into the top of her
blouse. "Oh, Marky! I just love you! I do, Mark!"

I backed away cautiously, settling myself in another of the chairs and
watched. The girl seemed to have no sense of embarrassment or modesty.
She forced Mark's hand onto her boob and held it there until he started
squeezing and massaging. And while he played with the young, tender
boobie, she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. And she struggled
with her bra fastener until she got it loose and could shed the
restrictive garment.

Her voice sounded as thick as if she'd been drinking. "Oh, Marky,
darling! Lee won't mind, will she?"

After a quick glance at me, Mark shook his head. "She won't mind."

He continued playing with her tit while she fumbled at his clothes with
all the directness and un-self-consciousness of her youthful eagerness.
When Mark was naked, she held his boyish hard-on in one hand and stood.

"Undress me, Marky; please?"

He grinned and unzipped her skirt. She continued to hold onto his cock
while he removed skirt and panties, and her fingers moved gently and
possessively, as if she felt confident because of the reasonable size of
the young-cylinder.

They stood together, naked and slender and sweetly youthful, their
bodies pressed close and their mouths meeting in a tender, happy kiss.
But youth and excitement was too strong for tenderness. Their lips
became greedy and demanding and their tongues probed and their bodies
squirmed against each other. Mark's hands fondled her ass-cheeks and she
dug at his back with her nails while their bellies rubbed each other.

Once, Nancy drew her mouth free long enough to ask me to undress, too.
"More exciting!" she said breathlessly. "Please, Lee?"

I undressed, miserable because I was going to have to watch without
doing anything. But while Mark was feeling her up, after tumbling her
onto the lounge, Gunner came to me and whimpered, nudging at my knees
with his muzzle. I held them tightly together, roughing his ears and
laughing at him, but when he persisted I let him wedge his head between
my thighs and sniff at my twitching pussy. He tongued it delicately,
dabbing at the wetness that seeped over it, and I scooted down in the
chair, sprawling and throwing my knees apart for him. With a blissful
expression and a satisfied whine, he started lapping at my slit. His
tongue drove between the sticky faces of my pussy-lips and dug at the
rim of my quivering cunt-mouth. I moaned softly, my hips jerking and my
fingers groping along the arms of the chair.

Nancy squirmed and chortled, her lithe young body alive with the
pleasure Mark's busy hands were giving her. But she kept stealing
glances at the way Gunner was applying himself to my squirming, opening
pussy.

"Lee? ..." She spoke softly, as if to avoid disturbing the concentration
Gunner was showing.

"Y-y-yes?" It was hard to talk with all the excitement that was coursing
through me.

"Would he ... would he get on you if you wanted him to?"

"Who, Gunner?"

"Yes!"

"I ..." I hesitated. I wasn't going to tell either of them he already
had. "I should think so. Why?"

"Ooh! That would be fun!"

"Think so?" Mark sounded suddenly eager. "Really think so, Nancy?"

"Oooh, yes!" Then, tentatively, "I bet I could coax him to."

"Aw, bet you couldn't. You're no dog."

"I bet I could!"

"Why don't you try?"

"Okay, smarty! I will!"

I groaned. That damn Mark! She was doing exactly what he wanted her to!
He smirked until I thought his grin would split his face.

Nancy rolled off the lounge onto her hands and knees. Her pointed, soft
young boobies hung under her and her belly drew up tightly.

"Here, Gunner! Here, sweetie! ... Come on, Gunner!"

I pushed Gunner's nose out of my pussy and clamped my knees together. He
backed off, quivering and puzzled, then cocked his head at the girl. I
could almost see the shrug as he turned away from me and approached her.
He poked his nose at her ass and wiggled it as the sweet scent of her
childish pussy-juice assailed his nostrils. He trembled with sudden
pleasure and drove his muzzle against the tender, soft tissues of her
crotch, his whole body shaking with the violence of his wagging tail.
His tongue came out and dabbed at her slit.

"OOOH! ... YUMMY! Look, Mark! He likes me!"

Mark snorted. "Dessert. He's not on you, is he?"

"Yummmm! ... Not ... yet ... but! ..." She humped and jerked as the
searching tongue probed deeper.

With a jerky whimper, she sank onto her elbows, her ass elevated and her
knees apart. She was undulating her hips and her boobies were swinging
erratically under her. Gunner's tongue lapped at the quickly separating
pussy-lips and down to her clitoris. She jumped violently and rotated
her ass, the small of her back dropping and her pussy turning up to
Gunner.

"MMMMM! ... Mmm, Gunner! Fuck me, Gunner! ... Come on, sweetie! ... Get
on!"

The entreaty in her voice must have triggered something in the dog. His
back arched and his cock began to grow. His rump jerked back and forth
as if he were already on her. He pulled back his head and reared,
covering her ass and poking at her with the sharp-pointed tip of his
cock.

"Give him a hand, Marky," I told him softly. "Open her up for him."

Mark straddled her, facing her ass, and reached around her to spread her
pussy-lips with his fingers. The dancing red pecker edged closer to the
tight little cunt-mouth and its sharp tip settled into the hole that was
hardly more than a dimple.

"Oooh! ... Oooh! ... I did! I coaxed him on! ... YUMMMMM!"

Gunner's hips thrust rapidly, pounding his cock into her like a long
nail. I got down beside her to watch what I'd felt before. The shiny red
probe chattered against her like an air-hammer, each blow sinking it a
tiny bit further while her cunt-rim spread and lipped at it.

"Omigod, Lee! Oh, dear! He's getting it in me! ... Ahhhhh!"

Gunner's cockhead had barely sunk out of sight in her before the inward
progress stopped. His hips continued to pump and his forepaws clamped
around her waist and jerked at her, but the penetration had stopped.

"Harder, sweetie!" she whispered. "Oh, please, sweetie! Just a little
harder!"

He clutched at her waist and his haunches jabbed fiercely. She gasped
and shuddered, her hands balling into fists on the floor, and the
quivering, white-streaked cock stabbed deeper and slid swiftly out of
sight.

"He did! Oh, God, I'm not a virgin any more!"

The edge of Gunner's cock sheath swelled and stretched and I saw what
I'd been waiting for. A broad, thick knot that looked like two big
bulges, one on each side of his cock, came into view. It reached Nancy's
cunt-mouth and pressed inward, her taut young rim appearing too tight to
admit it. But his eager pumping and her equally eager backward thrusts,
aided by the powerful sweeping motions of his forepaws, drove the bulky
knot into her and left only a last couple of inches of normal-sized
hard-on visible.

In an instant, even that vanished, his heavily-bristled sheath butting
into the quivering, reddened, gaping pussy-flesh. And Gunner started
fucking. I'd been lying on the lounge when he'd mounted me. And I
outweighed the child by probably thirty pounds. She was supporting
herself on wide-spread knees and her elbows with nothing to keep her
from swaying backward and forward. His forepaws encircled her waist and
swept her back and forth on his cock in time to the rhythm of his
thrusting haunches. She grunted explosively each time her backward
progress was met by the forward drive of his belly. Her hair bounced and
her tits jumped around on the shiny floor. She pressed her cheek to the
linoleum and kept her eyes squinted tightly shut, her lips parted and
her nostrils flaring.

"Omigod, Marky! Oh, my! It feels so good!" And then, in triumph, "I did
get him to, didn't I?" 

Mark glanced significantly at me. "You sure did! I didn't think you
could."

"OHHH! ... FUCK, GUNNER, FUCK!" Her voice shook with the battering she
was taking.

Gunner's balls swung like a bell clapper and his tongue lolled above her
quivering shoulders. His cock pistoned in her and the cruel bristles of
his sheath kept stabbing into the delicate, open membranes of her pussy.
Her ass jerked convulsively against his belly and she curled her toes,
her feet pounding a tattoo on the floor.

"LEE! ... MARK! ... EEEEE, it's going to come! ... I'M CUMMING! ... GOD,
I'M CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!"

Maybe her smaller size and tighter cunt accelerated Gunner's reaction.
Anyhow, he timed his orgasm better than he had with me. He clutched her
to him and stopped pumping, his rump starting that fantastic vibration
that had driven me wild. Mark's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

"Jeez! Wouldja look at that!"

I timed Gunner's orgasm. He continued to vibrate like that a full five
minutes. Nancy shook and writhed, her belly rippling with her inner
spasms, and an expression of terror finally twisted her features!

"I CAN'T STOP!" She gasped. "I ... CAN'T ... STOP ... CUMMING!"

But when Gunner's orgasm had run its course and the vibrations subsided,
she collapsed and sighed.

"Oh, my goodness!" She panted heavily. "Oh, dear, what a marvelous cum!
I'm all warm inside!" Then, a note of wonder creeping into her voice,
"What's wrong? He's not getting any softer!"

She tugged gently and her eyes opened with startled concern. "LEE! AM I
STUCK TO HIM?"

Gunner surged backward, jerking her with him.

"I AM! GOOD GOD, I'M STUCK ON HIS PECKER! HELLLPPP!"

Mark lunged toward them, but I caught his arm.

"No! No, Mark! We'll just have to wait!"

He groaned and clenched his fists helplessly while Gunner jerked to free
himself. But my brother wasn't going to let his dog drag the poor girl
all over the floor; he calmed Gunner and held him in one place while the
slow process of shrinkage did its work. And when Nancy finally did slide
off the knobby cock and collapse, Mark gathered her in his arms and
placed her on the lounge.

I was still being cheated, I thought--especially with Nancy getting not
only Mark, but Gunner as well--but I did my best to contain myself while
the kids whispered endearments to each other and experimented with the
intimacies of uninhibited sex. And when Mark finally thrust her knees
apart and settled into the saddle of her thighs, his cockhead nestled
against the winking, eager rim of her cunt-mouth, and she clutched at
him and dug her heels into his ass to urge him into her, I ground my
fist against my pussy and felt a great surge of joy that my little
brother was doing such a masterful job.

As his thick, hard young cock plunged into her she sighed happily and
pulled herself up against his chest.

And she chortled. "I got more than Ma did. I bet she hasn't ever fucked
a dog!"


Chapter 12


Both kids left the apartment after everything was over. They'd showered
together and I'd held my breath with nervousness for fear Ma--Gwen, that
is--would hear their squeals of laughter and investigate (assuming she'd
finished her lesson in Duane's apartment). But she didn't. And when they
came back late for supper she simply gave them an indulgent "Tsk-tsk"
and let it go at that.

I realized Nancy had what she wanted--a man to pay attention to her and
a ready cock to feed the hunger between her legs. Mark's gentle
consideration was in such contrast to Eric's brutal arrogance she
obviously wanted nothing more to do with her mother's boarder. And the
more I thought about her abrupt change in attitude the more I began to
suspect Eric.

A couple of days after Gwen and her daughter had broken through the sex
barrier, I went to Eric's apartment. He acted genuinely glad to see me
there.

"Hey! What happened, baby? I was afraid maybe you'd changed your mind
about me!"

I sniffed. "Are you going to invite me in?"

"Christ, yes! Come on! I'll pour you a beer!"

"No wine?" But I had to giggle.

He squeezed me and went to the little beer bar he'd had them put in for
him. Drawing a foamy mug of beer for each of us, he guided me to the
couch and sat beside me.

"Now. What the hell's been going on?" he asked.

I sniffed. "You had a child in here, Eric Bjornson!"

"Huh? ... Oh, that damn kid of Gwen's?"

"Don't give me that 'damn kid' stuff! I'll bet that isn't the way it is
at all!"

He squirmed and turned red. "Aw, for Christ's sake, who'd want to mess
around with a baby?"

"Eric! ..."

"Oh, shit! Okay, if you're going to keep poking! She did come up. I
think I gave her enough to think about, she's not going to try that
again. Not with me."

I didn't say much. "I thought that was it," I whispered as I got my arm
up across his chest and pulled his face around to mine. And we just
about forgot all about the beer.

Well, Ma Conner evidently got as much of a thrill out of her lessons
with Duane as her daughter was getting with Mark. And there were a few
days when I thought Will was the forgotten child. Gwen and Duane weren't
forgetting him, though. One night when Will got terribly snotty at the
dinner table, Duane speared him with a venomous look and held it until
Will sputtered into silence.

When there wasn't even the sound of anybody breathing, Duane said,
"Seems to me your education's been neglected, Will."

"Yeah? Figure you know somebody can teach me somethin'?"

Duane nodded. He was real cool. "Yeah, I figure I do. Matter of fact, I
think it's time I introduced you to him."

"You an' who else?"

Ma bristled, but her voice was low and steady instead of being shrill,
the way it used to be. "And me, young man."

"Huh? Who's the miracle man?"

Duane gave him an evil grin. "Colonel Waters."

"Who the hell ..."

"Runs a military school in Lawrence. I went through there. I think he'd
enjoy having you as a guest for awhile."

"Inmate, you mean!" Will sounded abruptly alarmed.

"Tell you what, boy. I've been talking to the colonel this week. He says
you sound like a fine, self-reliant young man. Ought to make a real name
for yourself at CARVER-LANGHAM."

"You shit!" But Will's voice was a whisper of awe rather than a
belligerent yell.

"Maybe." Duane didn't even scowl. "We'll see. Anyhow, Gwen and I are
making a loop through Topeka and Lawrence and Kansas City in a couple of
days. We'll just take you along and let you meet this Waters guy. I
think he'll impress you."

Well, it got kind of exciting, then. I mean things in general, not Will,
particularly. There were times when I thought he might even be relieved
they cared enough for him to "send him up the river," as he put it once.
Anyhow, it turned out Duane and Gwen were going to get married and be
gone for about ten days. They meant to leave Will at CARVER-LANGHAM,
expecting Colonel Waters might make something worthwhile out of him,
then tour the west side of Missouri and spend a few days in the Arkansas
Ozarks. Nancy was to stay in Emporia with me. Where the arrangements
would have enraged me a week earlier, it delighted me now. And I thought
Mark was going to blow the whole thing, his pleasure was so obvious.

So the big day arrived and Will was in the car before Gwen and Duane
even came out of the house. And then they were dwindling in the distance
and we were all still waving. When we finally turned back toward the
house, Eric grinned broadly and patted my fanny.

"Tell you what!" he exclaimed. "Seems to me we ought to throw a
celebration! I mean, everything working out the way it has. How about
it?"


Chapter 13

He'd had it all planned ahead of time. I mean, that man I'd been lucky
enough to trap had some real special talents! He had Wilson's cater it
for us. They brought the dinner up to the house and served it and took
the whole mess away afterward. There was real fancy chicken and all
kinds of stuff to go with it, and afterward a decorated cake and a
beautiful ice cream mold. And Eric took us all upstairs to his apartment
so we could listen to his stereo tapes.

He had a marvelous collection and I think he'd selected them real
carefully for that night. I mean, he started out with some soft, dreamy
ones that put all of us in a sentimental mood. And when the two couples
of us were all snug and hanging onto each other at opposite ends of the
couch the music gradually began to have a strong, urgent beat under the
melody. It was still soft and sentimental, but there was an undercurrent
of eagerness that did things to me.

I felt all warm and cuddly and awfully sensitive to Eric's touch. I kept
pushing tighter against him and squirming and making little noises in my
throat. And once in awhile I heard Nancy making the same kind of noises
to Mark.

"Hey, those kids are getting carried away!" Eric whispered into my ear.

When I stopped shivering from the thrill his warm breath in my ear sent
over me, I nodded and gulped. "Don't worry about them. They've been
experimenting. Getting pretty good for kids."

He chuckled. "Sonofabitch. How do you think they'd react to a night of
grown-up games?"

I couldn't help laughing aloud. "They'd love it, I'll bet!"

He grinned and got up. "You guys!" He barked at Mark and Nancy. "Either
one of you ever see the rest of my apartment?"

They both shook their heads.

"Not since you moved in," murmured Nancy. "Ma said she'd skin me if she
caught me going through it."

"Well, how about a guided, chaperoned tour?" He turned up the volume on
the stereo.

The music was still gradually changing character. The melodies were
wilder and more urgent now and the beat had become a fierce throb. We
followed him into his bedroom. Even I hadn't been in there with him!
God, what a bed! It was a king-size water bed! And I know my eyes were
as wide as either of the kids'.

We had to try it out. I'd never been on a water bed, and the way the
surface yielded and surged under me was sexy, itself. When Nancy joined
me and started jerking around, it was weird! I kept gasping and
shivering with unexpected sensations. And Mark dropped down between us
and made it even worse.

Eric laughed. "You think that's good, you ought to feel what it does to
you when you're naked!"

Just like that! And just like that, we started stripping off our
clothes! It wasn't two minutes before the four of us were mother-naked
in a pile on the bed. And Eric suggested a game.

"Look. This thing gives wherever you push it. Try crawling on your hands
and knees."

It was hard to keep our balance, let alone keep moving. We crawled over
each other and fell under each other and grabbed at things to steady
ourselves. We could hardly hear the music over the squeals and shouts of
laughter. And we weren't playing a simple game of crawling around very
long, either. It didn't take very many times of having one of my boobies
grabbed or someone clutching at my pussy to channel my attention to
getting laid.

I got hold of a cock and had it halfway into my mouth before I realized
it was too small for Eric's. I decided it didn't matter too much; there
was a whole night ahead of me. So I gulped it in, the foreskin slipping
back easily this time, and sucked tenderly while Mark was fumbling at
Nancy with his hands.

It was kind of kooky that way. Eric was pawing at me and had my legs all
spread apart and his face buried in my pussy. Mark was watching the
beautiful man out of the corner of his eye and imitating every move,
doing the same thing to Nancy that Eric did to me. And she kept her hips
jerking while my little brother mouthed the wet, eager, soft membranes
of her pussy. She struggled valiantly with Eric's huge cock, too,
gulping at it and finally managing to get the gorgeous, shiny-velvet
head into her mouth.

The two men were on their backs while Nancy and I crouched over them
crosswise. I think it would have made a strange scene if there had been
anyone to stand back and take it in. I mean, Eric was such a big,
muscular, beautiful mountain of a man and Mark was still so slender and
young and angular. And I'd filled out to become a curvaceous,
full-fleshed woman, while Nancy was still the lean child with only the
beginnings of roundness.

But there wasn't a whole lot of difference in our eagerness. She worked
just as hard and made just as many wet, slurping noises over Eric's cock
as I did over Mark's. And her hips were churning so I'm not at all sure
I was putting out as much energy as she was.

I know she reached the limit of her endurance a lot faster than I did.

"Oh, my!" She cried out, releasing the great, slobbery cockhead. "Oh, my
goodness! Somebody fuck me! Quick! I can't wait!"

Mark grabbed her waist and twisted her around so she straddled his hips.
"How about riding mine?" he asked.

She looked dubious, but there was a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "We
... we haven't fucked with me on top before," she reminded him
doubtfully. "Is it all right?"

Eric's laugh boomed. "You scared of squashing him?"

"N-no, but ..."

"Go ahead, honey," I told her softly. "Never mind Eric. You'll get a
kind of sensation you've never had before."

"Oooh, you make it sound exciting!"

"It is."

She shifted her knees, fitting them into the hollows at the sides of
Mark's waist, and reached under herself to position his cock so it
rested against the wet, pulsing rim of her cunt-mouth. She settled back,
slowly engulfing the young, bulbous cockhead.

"Mmmm ... Ahhhhh ... Ooohhh! Oooh, Lee! It feels sooooo good!"

Her hips jerked, stroking her on the thick, stiff shaft and bumping her
glossy black pubic hair onto Mark's. Eric straddled Mark's legs and bent
over the girl, his hands caressing her waist and buttocks until she
quivered wildly.

"Omigosh!" she exclaimed. "Oh, golly, it feels funny to have two of you
feeling around when one of you is fucking me!"

Eric inched closer to her and pushed his cock down with one hand so the
enormous, bulging head nudged the crack of her ass.

"Eric! ... OH, ERIC! ... OMIGOD, COULD YOU? ... MARKY, DARLING! ...
WOULD YOU BE MAD IF ERIC ..."

"A sandwich!" Mark yelled enthusiastically. Then he added in a tone of
resignation, "He'd never be able to get that giant of his into you back
there."

"He can try! TRY, ERIC! OOOH, TRY!"

Eric winked at me and gestured. I went to his side on my knees and
fighting the damn bed's unpredictability--and he kissed me tenderly.
Then I leaned against his shoulder while he lubricated the girl's ass
with saliva and spread her eager young buttocks. Even my memory of the
way his cock had buried itself in that tiny asshole couldn't rid me of
the conviction she was too small for him. But as he pushed and her soft
flesh heaped up around the wedging, monstrous knob at the end of that
rigid, massive shaft, I realized the puckered little anus was expanding
and gulping.

Little by little, the huge, blunt-tipped cockhead disappeared into her.

Her eyes bulged and she panted hoarsely. "MARKY! ... OH, GOD, MARKY! ...
HOLD ME! HOLD ME TIGHT!"

Mark clutched her to him, his lips tenderly brushing her face while she
strained and gasped. His concern was obvious and he winced every time
she did. Eric's cock slid swiftly inward, burying itself in her ass, and
she was pinned between the two men. An expression of elation made her
face glow.

"Omigosh, Marky! I'm so full I'll pop!" she exclaimed in a whisper. She
extended her legs outside his and lay flat on him.

Eric supported his weight on elbows and knees and surged forward and
backward, stroking his enormous pecker in the girl's ass. The movements
shoved her back and forth on Mark and a strange, trance-like look came
into my little brother's eyes.

"Jeez! I can feel his cock, too, Nancy! Just as if he had it right in
the same place as me!"

The captive water in the bed picked up the rhythm of Eric's strokes and
rocked with increasing violence. I grabbed at Eric and held on, giddy
and tingling with desire for him. He pulled me around so I knelt over
his hand, and suddenly his blunt, heavy thumb drove upward into my twat.
I shuddered and sank onto it, my hands closing on his wrist.

"Turn around, baby," he suggested softly.

I lifted one leg over his arm and turned my back to him. His fingers
closed on my mound and one of them found my clitoris, rubbing along its
side while my head spun with excitement.

"Honey! Oh, Eric, honey! I love you so!" What the hell? A woman's got to
tell her man once in awhile! And maybe it's good insurance to do it
whenever he's got his pecker in something else. Especially a cute little
ass like Nancy's.

But it didn't look like I had an awful lot to worry about. His cock was
sliding back and forth in her, squeaking between those pinched little
ass-cheeks, but he was looking at me and his hand was doing marvelous
things to that hot, steamy pussy of mine. And Nancy seemed to be totally
engrossed in Mark. She was fumbling at him with her hands and covering
him with kisses and whispering jerky, sentimental things to him. You'd
have thought he had two cocks ... that it was he who was fucking her
back and front! And she was getting wildly irrational. She was too
tightly pressed between the two male bodies to move a whole lot, but she
was squirming like mad! And her boobies looked like they were going to
get scrubbed right off, the way she was wiping them on Mark's chest!

She was quick on the trigger, as she had been from the beginning. "MARK!
... MARKY! ... OHHH, MARKEEEEE! ... SHOOT ME FULL! ... NOW, NOW!"

"Unnnhhh!" My brother's eyes were glazed. He acted as if that enormous
cock rubbing so close to his was in him instead of Nancy. "UNNNHHHHH!
... YEEEAAAHHH! ... H-H-HERE IT GOOOOES! ... UMMPPHHH!"

"E E E I I I G G G H H H H H! ... EEEYYAAAGGGHHHHH!" She stiffened and
jerked convulsively, trembling with the intensity of her pleasure.

Eric stopped fucking and jammed his cock as hard as he could against
her. The moment she began to lose her rigidity, he let the brutal
cylinder slip gently from her ass. She collapsed into Mark's arms and
lay in them as if she were only semi-conscious, gasping and panting.

"Oh, Mark, darling!" She sighed. "Sooooo goooood!"

Eric withdrew his hand from my pussy at the very instant I was ready for
an orgasm of my own.

"Eric! ... ERIC, HONEY! ... THAT'S MEAN!"

He chuckled gently. "Rather have my thumb than my dick, puss?"

"Oh, honey ... you know better!"

"Sure. Hey, want a wild ride?"

"Oooh! Love it!"

"Climb on!"

He rolled onto his back and I mounted him kneeling over that giant tree
of his and trapping its nose in the maw of my cunt-mouth. He caught me
by the waist and held me, preventing my plunge down the great cock.

"Sure you can trust that brother of yours?" he asked with a grin.
"Wouldn't put it past him to climb right on."

"Who cares? Honey, if I'm on your cock, I don't care what else is going
on!"

"Yeah? Hey, that's my baby!" He let go of my waist and let me settle
onto that spongy, hot-meaty, prodigious cockhead of his. It fascinated
me that I could hang up, even for a moment, on anybody's cock. But I
did. My cunt-rim stretched and strained and a savage joy coursed over me
at the exquisite sensation. But my cunt was too elastic to be denied for
long; it opened and gulped and engulfed those broad cock-shoulders and
plunged down the bulging shaft while his cockhead bored upward along my
passage to the core of my belly.

I sank onto the wiry bristles of his pubic hair and felt their barbs
impale the moist, hot, quivering tissues of my inner pussy-lips. His
hips rose with a jerk to toss me halfway up his magnificent cock. The
fluid friction shook me with the delight it generated. And I dropped on
it a second time. But the bed was a hydraulic ram; it absorbed the
momentum of his fall when he dropped back. It sloshed outward to the
side of the bed and washed back to peak under him and fling him upward
under me again. Every blow was more violent and threw me higher, until I
caught his wrists and hung on to keep from being thrown off. Wild,
savage joy flooded me and I cried out exultantly.

"AAAIIIGGGHHHHHH! ... WONNNDERFUUULLLLL!"

My boobies danced furiously. They pounded me and ached from the
flogging. My head bounced and I gritted my teeth to keep from biting my
tongue. But, God, how the sensations along the inner surfaces of my
thighs and in the heart of my pussy overwhelmed every other! And what a
thrill it was to feel that hard muscular warmth under me and ride it
with tight-clamped thighs and be so gloriously, vibrantly aware of the
way it all came to a focus in one magnificent, ridged, bulging pillar
that struck upward through the soft, wet, clinging, puffy flesh of my
pussy and the thick, gulping, greedy rim of my cunt-mouth into the core
of my belly. What a marvelous sensation to feel that bulbous, great
cockhead churning my guts in its pistoning, ever-jerking movement!

Overcome by the intensity of my devotion to the great figure under me, I
let myself drop forward on him. I kicked my feet back along his legs and
hugged his huge, bulging thighs with my knees while my belly quivered
against the silken hair on his and my boobies flattened their
sweat-moistened fullness on the rippling muscles of his chest. I clung
to him and felt his powerful, thick arms close around me to cuddle me
and squeeze me. And his hips continued to leap, driving his buried cock
back and forth in the clutching passage of my vagina.

"Honey! ... Oh, honey, I love you!"

"I'm damn glad, puss Damn glad!"

"Oh, fuck, sweetie! Hard!"

"UNH! ... Clamp tight!"

"Yes! Yes! OOOH, ERIC!"

"TIGHT! TIGHT!"

"UMMMMM! ... MMMMMM! ... EEEEE, HONEY!"

"UNNNHHH-UNNNHHHHH!"

"HARD, HONEY! ... DRIVE IT HARD! ... FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!!!"

"Here it ... CHRIST, HERE IT COMES, PUSS!"

"OH, BLAST ME WITH IT! I'M... EEE, I'M CUMMING! ... ERRRIC, I'M ...
CUMMMIIINNNNGGGGG! ... Oooooh, oooooh ... aaahhhhh!"

"AAGHHH! ... Hey! Your cunt's milking hell out of me! ... UNNNHHHHH! ...
AAARRGGHHHHH!"

Everything was wet. He was covered with sweat and so was I, and sweat
gathered in pooled layers between our clinging bodies. There was hot,
steamy wetness where his luscious cock penetrated the bubbly, sucking
lips of my cunt, and where his huge arms gripped me their wetness made
them slip on my sweaty flesh. It seemed a world of fluid and I wondered
wildly, happily, if the bed had ruptured to let us float in our own sea.
But the sweet smells of cock-in-pussy and mingling man-sweat and
woman-sweat made it plain it was wetness generated by our own furious
fucking.

I rubbed my cheek on his shoulder and crooned. "Ohhh, honnney! Oh, that
was so awful goooood!"

"Good, baby! God, how good!" He brushed the top of my head with his
chin. "If we do everything else together as good as we fuck, it's going
to be a good life."

"It'll be good!" I whispered. "Nothing could be bad as long as I've got
you, Eric!" He chuckled and squeezed. "Saw the house I think we're going
to want. Over on Elm. Just today."

"Oh, Eric! Eric, what's it like?"

Picket fence. Yard full of trees. House sort of nestled down among them.
Apartment over the garage ... thought Mark might like that better than
one of the bedrooms in the house, but that's up to him."

"Oh, honey! Honey! Somebody'll get it before we do!"

"No. I made a deposit--and an offer. Well look at it tomorrow. See if
you like it the way I think you will." "Oh, Eric! Honey, honey! ... EEE,
HONEY, HONNNEY! ... HOLD ME! ... HOOLLLD MEEEEE! ... I'M CUMMMIIINNNGGG!
... I'm cumming ag-g-gain! UMMMMMHHH! ... NNNNNGGGGGGG!"

When I collapsed on him again, panting and shaking, he laughed gently.

"Looks like things are going to be even better than I figured!" He
caressed me tenderly. "Get a broad who cums over a house she hasn't even
seen yet, that's a real prize!"

"Oh, honeyyy ... you know better! It's just knowing you were looking!
... Knowing maybe we're going to move into our own house real soon!"

He chuckled. "Can't fool me. I'm going to be ready for you when you see
it! Damned if I'm not!"

I didn't say anything. I mean, what can you say to a guy like that? All
you can do is squeeze him with your thighs and shiver because that
beautiful, limp dick of his is still bigger in your cunt-mouth than any
other you've ever had in there! And you can wiggle so your boobs sort of
slide on the wet, curly hair on his chest. And you can kiss the hell out
of him.

"Hey!" he whispers. "Look at that kid brother of yours!"

And you turn your head and look and a thrill of excitement goes over you
and you hang onto Eric. Because that damn "do-anything" Nancy is
standing in the middle of the room and she's bent at the hips, standing
on all fours, with her palms flat on the floor and her knees locked. And
Mark is riding her, his insteps hooked inside her knees and his own
knees clamped outside her hips. And his cock is driven downward into her
pussy like a great spike.

She's bouncing and he's hanging on with a wild, gleeful expression on
his face. And those conical, youthful tits of hers are swinging like
they're going to ring a bell! And Marky's balls are bumping her belly
and she's panting and giggling and half-crying, all at the same time.

And he's yelling! "BUCK ... SONOFABITCHIN'HORSE, BUCK!"

And she's groaning. F U C K SONOFABITCHIN'MAN, FUCK MEEEEE!"

"AAAIIIGGHHHIII!"

"EEEOOOHHHOOO! ... AAGGGHHHHHH!"

And Eric's squashing hell out of you and rubbing your ass and muttering.
"Goddamn kids are going to keep us in heat all the time!"

And you're wiggling like hell and you hope to God they do! You hope to
God you can invent some way for that gorgeous, thick, long, bulb-headed
prick to grow in you so it never does have to come out. And you remember
how long you ached for this man and how little you ever hoped he'd even
smile at you. And you bounce a little just to convince you Eric and the
water bed and the whole impossible thing is really happening ... that
it's happening to you!

And when you're still a little scared it might be like Cinderella, you
squeeze him and say again, "Oooh, Eric, honey! I do love you so much!"

And he laughs contentedly. "Keep telling me baby. One of these days I'm
going to believe it."

And you kiss, a long, hungry, gulping kiss.


The End
