Chapter 12
Ella met him at the door. She kissed him passionately. Then she led him into the living room where Art sat, waiting for him.
They had obviously been playing. Art's cock was out of his shorts and just deflated from a hard-on. Part of the shaft and the head was still glistening from saliva or the juice from Ella's pussy; Bobby couldn't tell which.
Ella had a robe on, but she hadn't bothered to tie it. The front parted as she moved and her tits thrust outward, keeping the robe open as she settled on the arm of Art chair and put her arm around his neck.
"Well, sit down, sweetheart, and tell us all about it. Did you fuck her ... what happened?"
Bobby watched them as they curled around each other and faced him. It was the same situation he had had with his Aunt Marie and his Uncle Fred. Ella belonged to Art and there was nothing he could do about it. She would let him fuck her for kicks, but it would always be Art who really mattered.
"C'mon, kid ... what's the fucking deal?" Art demanded.
"It ... well, it ..." Bobby stammered.
Suddenly, he thought of Kay Rouston and how she was like his Aunt Marie. Then he thought of the picture of her two young, beautiful daughters. He closed his eyes and conjured up a vision of the fifteen-year-old's marvelous breasts and imagined the younger sister's almost hairless pussy. Fucking her would be like the times in the garage when he had tried to get his tiny cock into Mary Lou's hole. Only he was sure that this girl would let him really fuck her. Kay had almost said so at the breakfast table.
"Goddammit, kid," Art said jumping from his chair and almost toppling Ella to the carpet. "What the fuck went on up there last night?"
Bobby quickly made up his mind. He wouldn't tell them, not yet, at least. He wanted to see Kay Rouston once more.
"I ... I think se really wanted to," he stammered.
"You mean, she didn't?" Ella asked.
"Shit!" Art said.
"I was careful ... like you told me," Bobby said. "I didn't push it."
"You mean you didn't let her!"
"Well, I ... " Bobby started, but his words were cut off by Art hand as it snaked out and struck him across the cheek, sending him from the footstool to the floor.
"Art ... don't! Ella cried. "Let him talk."
"All right," Art said, standing over the boy, his chest heaving from the sudden exertion. "Talk, kid!"
Bobby could feel blood on the inside of his mouth. He was angry and a little scared. He had never seen Art like this. But he managed to suppress both emotions and keep a straight face as he spoke.
"She said she'd like for me to come again this afternoon. I think that's when she wants to do something. She talked about it a lot last night, but she seemed to be scared that I would tell someone."
"Jesus, Art," Ella said. "Maybe that's even better. Once she's sure, she'll cut loose, and then we can bust in on 'em."
"Yeah, maybe you're right," Art said, his forehead wrinkling in thought.
"I can meet her by the pool this afternoon," Bobby said quickly. "I'm sure she'll invite me back up to her room."
"Okay, kid," Art said, "but don't fuck up this time. We'll wait 'til five sharp and then bust in on you up there. Just before five, you sneak out and open the door a bit so we can just walk in."
"And when we do, Bobby," Ella interjected, "you just make sure you're in bed with that old dame and fucking away. You understand?"
"Yeah, Ella ... I understand."
"C'mon, baby," Art said, "let's go into the bedroom and finish what we started."
Bobby watched them go into the other room and close the door behind them. After a while, he started hearing the slapping sounds of their bodies as they fucked; fucked without him.
Once again he felt left out. He still wasn't a man after all. First it was Fred, and now it was Art. And Bobby knew it always would be like that until he was big enough to hit Art back when the older man slapped him.
But it wouldn't last that long anyway. Another year or so and he would be too big to play the marks for them any more. They would probably dump him then and find another, smaller, younger runaway to do the work he was doing now.
The sounds from the bedroom got wilder and wilder until he couldn't take it any longer. He glanced at the clock: noon. He found his swimsuit and left the apartment.
At the snack bar by the pool, he had a sandwich and scanned the deck chairs looking for Kay.
She wasn't there. What if she didn't come down to the pool today? Then he would just have to go to her.
It was almost one o'clock when he stretched out on one of the chairs and closed his eyes to wait.
He must have drifted off to sleep for a few minutes, because the sun burned his eyes when he was jerked awake by a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, sleepyhead ... did I wear my little lover out last night?
It was Kay. She sat on the chair beside his and was leaning over to whisper in his ear.
"I've been waiting for you to come down," Bobby said.
"And these" she replied, "have been waiting all morning for you."
She bent over in front of him. At the same time, she pulled outward the scoop neck of the beach dress. She was totally naked beneath it and Bobby had a clear view of her huge breasts with their dark round nipples. Between them, he could see all the way down across her belly and to the dark mound of her cunt.
"Nice?" she asked.
"Its going to be very embarrassing if I get a hard-on right out here by the pool," he gulped
"Let's go," she said.
They had barely entered the elevator and pressed the button for her floor when she had her arms around him. She crushed her body against his, rubbing with a wild intensity against the bulge in his trunks. His cock immediately started throbbing and swelling to meet her.
"I've thought about you all morning, Bobby ...about last night." She guided his hand under her dress.
He gasped when his palm covered the crack of her cunt and was immediately soaked with her juices. Her pussy was gushing juices of passion. He let his fingers explore her dripping pussy.
"You have such nice hands, Bobby, such nice everything. I can't wait to get you inside." She breathed the words into his ear, sending more surges of passion through his inflamed body. "And I've also got a little surprise for you. Have you ever done a threesome?"
he never got a chance to answer. The elevator door opened and he moved, as if in a trance, into the suite.
It might have been minutes, but to Bobby it seemed only seconds. It was a whirlwind of activity. Kay ripped her dress off and quickly pulled Bobby's swimsuit down to expose his bobbing cock. Drool dripped from the corners of her mouth as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her tongue hot and wet, ran up and down the length of his hard, pulsing prick.
"God, Bobby!" she moaned. "You're big for your age. You're beautiful." She ran her tongue around the swollen head, letting her saliva run down the length of his cock to settle on his balls and pubic hair.
"Kay ... Kay! There's something I've got to tell you."
"Mmmmm. Later, lover, later."
"No, really ... now, it's important," he urged.
"I'm very busy now ... and, besides, I've got that little surprise I told you about."
Her tongue was like a thing alive all over his cock and balls, driving all else from his mind.
His hands entwined in the woman's thick hair and he pulled with all his might. At the same time he thrust forward with his hips. There was a gasp of surprise from the woman, but no relenting, as she accepted his thick cock and devoured his prick.
It seemed an eternity of delight as she feasted on his cock. Finally she paused, looking upward to his eyes which were glazed with rapture.
"You like?" she cooed.
"I love it. Don't stop!"
"Just for a minute," she said, rising to her feet in front of him. "I want you to meed my little surprise."
Bobby came back to reality for a moment. His gaze followed Kay's extended arm to the doorway separating the rooms. What he saw made his knees shake even harder than had the administrations of Kay's mouth on his cock.
It was the picture come to life.
The smile on her face was half innocence and half seduction. The long blonde hair hung straight down, almost to her waist. Her sweater bulged delightfully over the twin, full mounds of her breasts. And the rest of her body looked like it would be soft and womanly. The skirt was stretched tautly across the front so that he could clearly see the outline of her cunt where it met the sweet fullness of her belly and thighs.
"You're the picture!" Bobby said, feeling suddenly foolish standing in front of her, nude, with a hard-on.
"What picture?" she asked.
"I showed him your picture this morning, Alice" Kay said. "The one in the bikini."
"Oh," the girl replied, returning her eyes to Bobby and openly examining his hardness. She stood directly in front of him.
Bobby felt his knees go weak beneath him.
Alice reached out and grasped his cock. He jumped as she squeezed the foreskin back over the head and exposed a small drop of cum on his cock-tip. The beautiful, young blonde girl was very close to Bobby. "I want some of this," she said.
"Go ahead, Alice-honey," Kay said. "I know the boy. There'll be a lot left over for me."
Bobby found himself being led into the bedroom behind Alice's beautiful wiggling young ass.
Alice moved to the bed and methodically started turning it down. Bobby couldn't move to help her, he could only stare in awe and wonder.
Her body was beautiful. As she leaned over the bed, her skirt rode up over her thighs. The cheeks of her ass were even lovelier in the flesh than he had imagined from the picture. They shone, without panties, in the sunlight streaming through the window. There was just a hint of her golden cunt hair dangling between them.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and began moving it back and forth as he watched her.
"Bobby."
He looked up. She had turned and begun walking slowly, a firm movement in her young hips, toward him. When she was right in front of hi, she slid upward against his body until the cleft of her pussy was hovering over his pulsating cock. She moved against it and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Bobby," she repeated, whispering in his ear now, "fuck me! Take that cock of yours and split my cunt with it!"
she place on of his hands on her breast. He felt the soft flesh beneath the material of her sweater. He felt the nipple grow instantly had and rigid beneath his palm. Hiis fingers tightened on her tit as it filled his hand.
Alice sighed and pressed harder against him. She took his other hand and moved it to her upper thighs, beneath the skirt. Bobby felt the silken hairs on legs that had never been shaved. The flesh seemed to melt and dance under his fingertips.
"Now!" she gasped. "I want you inside me ... deep, deep inside me. NOW!"
Bobby pulled the sweater over her head. Her long hair spilled down over her naked breasts to her stomach. Both nipples were hard knobs of passion. He bent over to take one into his mouth. As his tongue touched its tip, she made a sound, half scream, half sigh. He began to suck and bite at the tiny round bud, using his tongue and teeth and lips to drive the girl into a frenzy.
Alice's legs parted beneath his other hand as it worked its way up the inside of her thighs. He inserted a finger into the wetness of her slit, feeling the spongy opening depress, then give way.
With a groan, she fell back to the bed. The skirt rode up to her waist, exposing the furry softness of her pussy. He lowered his body beside her. Her hands ran frantically over his body. He, in turn, searched out hers. His eyes roved up and down her supple form. Her young body was without a single flaw.
Again he lowered his hand between her legs to that furry mound. His fingers found warmth and moistness. Her juices covered his hand in a matter of seconds.
As Bobby touched that small, hooded nerve, he looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed tightly. Her teeth were clamped on her lower lip. Her face was flushed with sexual excitement. Every nerve in her body was responding to hs touch. Watching her excited him.
"I want it .. all of it." She grasped his cock.
He rose to his knees, separated her legs and knelt once again between her thighs. He didn't need to use his hand. His cock found its own way to her wet slit. The thick head of his prick entered the pulsing pussy.
Bobby looked up at the young girl's face. Her mouth was open, a long low sigh drifting up from her throat.
Her body reached for his, begging him. Bobby placed his mouth over hers and sent his tongue deep into her throat.
Bobby thrust his hips forward and buried his cock all the way into her cunt. Her mouth fell open as the scream rushed out.
It was what she wanted and he knew it. They remained motionless for a second. His cock was throbbing within the fiery walls of her slit. Her hands moved up and down the length of his back, the nails digging into his flesh, wanting to hurt him but afraid at the same time.
Slowly, inch by inch, Bobby slid back until the lips of her cunt were nibbling at the crown of his cock, teasing it to reenter her pussy. With one massive thrust, he drove his prick in as far as it would go. The soft curling hair on their loins met. Again he moved his hips back. Her hips came up to meet him as he thrust forward to reenter her spurting cunt.
"That's it ... that's it! Ohhh, fuck me ... fuck, Bobby, fuck my cunt!"
he smiled down at her, loving the pleasure he was giving and getting. He thrust harder, the strokes becoming longer and longer, the sound of wet flesh against wet flesh accompanying each movement. The channel of her cunt was tight but at the same time moist and slick. It gave off a wondrous odor that filled his mind with desire.
He moved his hands to her ass, taking one cheek in each palm. She moaned again, louder, and ground the lips of her cunt hard against the thick base of his cock. Her hard clit was getting the full benefit of his long staff.
"I love it! She screamed. "I love your cock! Don't stop ... go, GO!"
He managed to shove one finger, and then two, into her already-filled cunt, increasing the pressure on her tiny clit.
"I love it too, honey! He moaned. "My cock is loving your pussy!"
Her hips pumped faster, matching the pace and rhythm of his. Bobby savored the sensations the young girl's flesh produced. He was aware of every inch of his prick as it slid in and out of her slit. Her cunt seemed to suck at his wide, swollen cock. He spread his legs, placing his feet against the end of the bed so he could drive into her even harder.
The girl's legs wrapped around his back. Her heels dug into his hard, lean buttocks. The sounds that filled the room were animal-like. Two animals in heat, pounding away at each other's flesh, seeking release. Bobby could feel it coming. Starting at the base of his spine, building, building and rising toward his cock.
"Oh, fill me up! Fill me up!" she screamed, her body suddenly a mass of heaving, bucking flesh.
They were coming together, in wave after wave of quaking passion. Alice's cunt pulsated and throbbed. He could feel her muscles contract and expand as she poured her hot juices over his spurting cock. Her hole was sopping wet and getting wetter as he poured stream after stream of white hot liquid into her.
Her moans and cries of pleasure only served to quicken the result. Again and again they came, spasm after spasm rocking their bodies.
At last Alice's legs collapsed as Bobby slumped against her heaving body, his head buried between her breasts. He pulled out slowly, moved upward until he could feel the softness of her belly against his cock. He lazily rubbed their mixture of juices together as their bodies relaxed.
It was three o'clock.