Chapter 6

Bobby didn't know when had made up his mind definitely, but he thought it was toward the end, when his aunt was licking Fred's asshole while he ate his own cum from her cunt.

If she had wanted to prove a point to him, she had succeeded. She was a woman who needed a man. Fred wasn't much of a husband, but he was a man. And Booby was a boy.

When that realization hit him, he made his decision to run away.

When they were both sound asleep, he made his way silently back to his room. He packed what clothing he had in a small suitcase and stole from the house. He had very little money and he didn't know where he was going. But he didn't care. The important thing was, he was going.

He took a bus until his money ran out. Then he hitchhiked until he was so hungry he could go no father. Then he got a job by the day in a diner washing dishes.

Being fairly large for his age and cocky in his attitude, no one asked him his true age. He always said sixteen.

The man who owned the diner was a slave driver. That was one of the reasons he constantly employed runaways like Bobby; they wouldn't say much if he hit them and they wouldn't talk back during one of his tirades.

Bobby hated him, but he was determined to stay with the job until he got enough money to move on.

It didn't last.

One evening he dropped a tray while loading it at a table. The place was almost empty, with only on customer at the counter and a couple at the booth next to him. It was actually their fault, or at least the woman's fault, that he had dropped the tray. The woman wore a very low-cut, very revealing blouse with no bra on under it. Her nipples stood out spectacularly and the creamy bulges creased together forming a deep valley down her front. Bobby had been trying to see down that front when he dropped the tray.

The owner of the diner, a big brutish type, was on him in a second. Before he had any time to protect himself, Bobby received a boxing blow on the side of the head, sending him sprawling into booth.

"You dumb kid ... think them dishes is free there?"

"What the fuck ...?" Bobby jumped to his feet and faced the man who was twice his size.

"You watch your language," he said. He slapped Bobby across the face with the back of his hand, sending the boy sprawling again.

This time Bobby came up with a catsup bottle. Before the man could stop him, Bobby had broken it against his forehead. The man roared like an angry bull and stared for him.

It all happened quickly after that. a foot came out from the booth and the diner owner went toppling. The man came out of the booth like a rocket and his foot was on the back of the owner's neck.

Bobby felt himself being pulled out the door. He looked around and saw that is was the pretty redhead with the big tits.

"C'mon kid," she said. "My old man will take care of him. I think you'll be better off with us for the next hour or so."

She had the car started and rolling by the time her husband hit the passenger seat and slammed the door behind him.

"Jesus, he was a big bastard," he said, looking at Bobby. "You okay, kid?"

"Yeah," Bobby gulped. "I guess so. Did ya' kill him?

The man threw his head back and laughed "Shit, no, kid, I didn't kill him. But the bastards gonna have a sore back for a while. What's your name?"

"Bobby ... Bobby Dru."

"You been working there very long?" asked the woman.

"About a week," Bobby replied.

"That's a rough place," she said.

"Yeah, I know," Bobby said. "But I needed some money to move on."

"Oh, " the man said, suddenly leaning over the the seat with an interested look on his face. "Where you headed?"

"South."

"Hey, that's funny," she said, glancing in the rear-view mirror at him. "that's us too ... we're heading south."

"Where you livin', kid?" the man asked.

"Back there ... at the diner. They got two cots in the back. The cook used one and I got the other."

"Jesus," the man said. "Then all your clothes are back there?"

"Yeah ... what clothes I got."

"Sounds like you're broke," the woman said, studying him intently in the mirror.

"I am now," Bobby replied.

"Whatta ya think?" the man said, turning to his wife.

"I think okay."

"How old are you, Bobby?" he said, turning back to the boy.

"Sixteen."

"Got anything to prove it?"

Bobby paused. "No."

"Got anything to prove how old you really are?" the woman asked.

Bobby looked at the man's face and then at the woman. She was staring back at him in the rear-view mirror. His face flushed and his mind raced. They had helped him. What the hell did he have to lose, he thought.

"Yes ... I do," he replied.

"And how old would that be?" the man asked.

"Thirteen," Bobby replied, swallowing hard.

"Perfect," the woman said.

They drove slowly for a while and then stopped. The man took over the wheel while the woman slid over into the passenger seat. When the car started off again, the woman put her arm up on the seat and started talking to Bobby.

"You're a pretty savvy kid for thirteen, Bobby," she said.

"Thanks," he replied, trying to keep his eyes above the twin mounds of her chest.

"I'm Ella ... this is my husband, Art," she said and went on to explain that they were like he was, just moving. They had gotten fed up with the grind in the small town where they had lived and just decided to take off and follow the sun.

"It sounds great," Bobby said. "You goin' south now?"

"Slow but sure," Ella replied.

"Well ... you mind if I ride along with you for a while? I ain't got no money for gas, but ..."

"Shit, don't worry about it, kid," Ella said. "The more the merrier."

"Hey, there's a motel up there," Art said. "Let's crash. I'm beat ... we been drivin' for damn near ten hours."

"I'll just sleep in the car." Bobby said.

"Hell, no," Ella replied. "These rooms always have sofas. You just slide down into those suitcases and your bed won't cost you a dime tonight."

"But your privacy ..." Bobby said.

"Who's private?" Ella laughed as Art swerved the car into the drive and rolled up to the front door.

The motel was nice, not cheap, with large rooms and two double beds. Art told Bobby and his wife to get comfortable. He was going out to get some food and beer.

"And on the way back," he said from the door, "I'll try to pick up a bed partner for you, Bobby."

"Get outta here," Ella said teasingly. "Can't you see you're embarrassing the kid."

And he was. Bobby's face was a bright beet-red. He wondered if Art had noticed the longing, almost drooling looks Bobby had been giving his wife's monumental tits.

When Art was gone, Ella pulled one of the suitcases from the stack and flopped it on the bed. "I hope you don't mind," she said, "but we been on the road all day and I've just got to change."

She continued to chatter away as if she and Bobby were old friends. Bobby sat on the edge of the bed getting more embarrassed and more anxious as he realized what she was going to do.

The redhead started to remove all her clothes in front of him without even bothering to turn around. She slipped her skirt off and her fiery red pussy stared back at Bobby like a red light.

His cock rose at once and his body started to shake.

"I don't wear much underwear," she calmly explained. "It gets in the way when you're in a hurry, you dig?"

he tried to smile some kind of agreement. It was feeble. His cock hurt in his shorts. She removed her blouse. He was wrong. She did have on a bra. But it was cut so low and is was so thin that he hadn't detected it in the diner. Her breasts were enormous, even bigger than his Aunt Marie's. they spilled out over the top of the skimpy bra and he could see almost half of her nipples above the material.

"I do wear a bra sometimes, though," she said, slipping it off her shoulders and dropping it into the bag on the bed. "My tits are so damn big and heavy that sometimes it hurts if I don't. but men like 'em, so I guess they have some use. Art goes crazy for my tits. You like my tits, Bobby?"

he gulped and smiled wanly. He tried to speak but he could only nod. What was going on? Was she doing this 'cause she wanted him to fuck her?

Standing directly in front of him, Ella cupped her heavy tits and scratched at the indentations in her skin beneath them where the bra had left its marks.

Bobby was going crazy. The woman's tits were so beautiful. They made his mouth water with desire to fondle and suck them. The rest of her was made of a very full, flesh body. Her belly flowed down into a thatch of long russet-colored pubic hair.

Ella dug something out of the suitcase. As she stepped forward, Bobby had to turn his head or his nose would have been stuck directly in the middle of the woman's bush.

She put on a pair of see-through panties and a shortie nightgown that accentuated her thrusting pink-tipped breasts.

Again, Bobby's cock started to throb at the bare disguise of what he had last seen naked.

"Do you sleep in pajamas?"

"Ah ... sometimes."

"here's a pair of Art's bottoms. He rarely wears 'em. So you might as well."

Bobby took the pajamas and remained seated on the bed. "Thanks," he said.

"Well?"

"Huh?"

"Aren't you gonna put 'em on?"

"Oh ... a, yeah."

He stood up and his hard-on pushed out in front of him like a tent pole. Her eyes traveled down to his crotch and her smile broadened. He bit his lip, determined that he would be as brazen as she.

He stripped, then stood defiantly with his hands on his hips and his cock bobbing in front of him. His cockhead was already dripping semen.

"Nice," was all she said.

She lay down on the bed in front of him and spread her legs wide. Bobby watched as she reached down and pulled off her panties.

Then she pulled the nightie top up until her tits were free. She squeezed her tits together with her arms, the she began massaging her nipples. She parted the thick folds of her cunt and inserted three fingers into her hole.

Her cunt became sopping wet. She drove the three fingers in and out of her hole and against her clitoris.

It was only seconds before the build-up of her climax. Her tits heaved as she hunched her hips, driving the lips of her cunt against her fingers.

Harder and harder, she rubbed her knuckles over her clit until she gasped in climax and settled back onto the soft bed.

"That was just starters for me, Bobby. To warm up my pussy for a cock."

While he had watched her masturbate, Bobby had fisted his cock. He had almost come when she did. And now he was standing at the foot of the bed with his hard cock in his hand and a look of total awe on his face.

"That was beautiful," he said.

"Would you like to fuck me, Bobby?" Ella said.

"I ... oh, God yes ... yes ... but what about Art?"

"Don't worry about Art, baby."

"I ... I ... I don't know," Bobby said, his knees shaking so badly that he wasn't sure he could stand much longer.

"Well," she said, rolling away from him so her ass-cheeks gleamed. "If you don't want to ... I'll just wait for Art."

"But he's you husband."

"You're going to be mighty uncomfortable over there in that other bed whacking off while you listen to Art fucking me."

That did it. Bobby leaped onto the bed behind her. His bone-hard cock, its head slippery wet, slid down the crack between her thighs. The cockhead protruded from the front of her cunt while the throbbing shaft nestled against the fur around her cunt-lips.

"That's better, baby," she cooed, stroking and tickling the head with her nails.

He moved his hand carefully up over the smooth satin skin of her hip. Pausing at her waist for a brief second, he then slid it up under her gown to cup one breast.

She reached between her legs and fisted his cock.

"You're big for your age, Bobby," she said.

"Have you ever fucked a girl before?"

"I fucked a woman about your age ... lots of times," he replied, the strength coming back into his voice.

"Good," she said. "I like young boys, but I don't much care for young virgin boys ... they shoot off too fast."

"I can shoot a lot ... sometimes three of four times with just one hard-on," he bragged.

"You're gonna be just fine, Bobby ... just fine," she said.

She found his lips with hers; they were moist and they parted. Her tongue glided effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until she found his tongue. Quick darting movements, thrusts of tongue against tongue, increased their passion.

Ella's body shuddered with anticipation. He dropped his hand to her knee and moved it upward, between her smooth, silky thighs, until it came to rest at the top of her hairy slit. His fingers found their way between the wiry hair and oozing cunt-lips.

Ella shivered at his touch. She felt her clit stiffening under a massaging thumb while his finger ran along the moist warm slit. She reached behind her and fondled the long, hard line f his throbbing cock.

"I want your cock," she cooed, rolling over to face him.

Her voice was husky with wanting. Her fingers slowly massaged the heavy foreskin bck and forth over the jerking head. She could sense the blood throbbing vigorously into the large, expanded glans. Droplets of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the tip, smearing wetly against her delicate fingers.

She lay beside him, and they kissed again, a lingering, tongue-clashing kiss that said it all. The were flesh against flesh and their tongues told each other what they wanted.

"You're so hard," she moaned. "You're hard as a fucking rock."

"I'm hard for you, Ella ... for you," he breathed.

She moaned hotly, feeling his prick come alive in her hand.

"Good ... that feels good," he groaned, cupping and kneading her fleshy tits.

"I want you," she gasped. "I want to feel all of this pounding prick inside me, tearing me apart."

Her voice trembled and grew fainter as she moved down his body. For a brief moment, she hesitated at his crotch. His body stiffened, then relaxed to the sudden surrounding of her warm pouting lips and darting , caressing tongue. The skin on his cock tightened. He opened his legs, his hard cock pointing upward. She felt his hand on the back of her head. Then he leaned over her, caressed her hair, her neck, her armpits. He ran his fingers along her smooth bare neck.

"Oh, God," he gasped. "Be careful. I'll come right in your mouth!"

She let his cock slip from her mouth. His prick glistened with her saliva. "I love young dicks!" she moaned. "I want it in my cunt. I want you there, Bobby, right there! Feel me ... feel my pussy! See how hot I am?"

His hand went to her crotch. He felt the moist warmth of her cunt.

She became more excited and writhed under his ministrations. "Eat me!" she said, pushing his head down across her belly. "Give me pleasure with your tongue! Oh, shit, I want it so much!"

There it was. Should he lick her cunt? ... eat it? ... and swallow the juice from her cunt like he had seen his uncle do to his aunt?" "It takes a man to suck woman's cunt dry," were the words.

Suddenly he wanted it. He wanted to eat a pussy, this russet-colored, delightfully-wet pussy.

Her belly rotated with the rhythm of his caress. With her fingers placed just above her hairy slit, she stretched her cunt into a gaping cavern. He could see the glistening dark, pink flesh of her inner pussy.

"Yes!" he moaned. He mashed his face between her thighs.

"Yes, yes ... kneel down and suck it! Your tongue there, now my clit! Oh shit, it's good! My cunt's running with juice!"

Bobby gently moved the clit up and down, mashing, pinching the bud between his thumb and finger. His tongue was driving inside her cunt now.

Ella's legs trembled. She put her hands on his shoulders, her fingernails digging into the hard muscle and flesh. Her tits rubbed against each other as she squeezed them together. "More, more, give me more!"

He spread her legs even wider apart. He knelt down between the firm columns of her flesh and brought his face to the heated crotch. He laved her slit, then licked the thick, silky lips of her pussy.

He ran his tongue over the moist folds of her pussy. He loved it and the hard tip of his driving tongue told her so.

Ella screamed with sheer ecstasy. Her thighs did a fitful dance, up and down, slamming, spreading, her body convulsing as his hands grasped the cheeks of her ass.

"I want it now ... now, NOW!"

"Take it!" he said, returning her eagerness. "Take it any way you want it!"

she rose to her knees before him and savagely pushed him back on the bed. His cock stood erect like a telephone pole.

"Yes ... yessss," he said. "Like that. I want it like that!"

She moved down slowly, her wet thighs and hips just above him. Lower and lower she came, slowly down, touching his body, then resting upon him, twisting so that her asscheeks rubbed hotly against his raised thighs spreading her hot juices all over them.

"It's ready for you," he sighed.

"And I'll take it," she said eagerly.

She gently caressed the interior of her slit with his thick cock. Her hips came down, guiding her gushing crevice until she feasted upon his cock, her cunt clutching his throbbing hardness inside her pussy.

"Oh shit, shit! You got it all, all my cock!"

"Yes, yes!" she gasped. "It's good! It's so beautiful! So good. Hunch up with your hips. Drive it up into me! Harder, you fucker! Harder!"

His hands gripped the soft flesh of her hips and pulled her up and down against him. His cock was buried to its hilt inside her cunt. As he hunched up into her cunt, each thrust became more forceful than the last.

She closed her eyes and panted, going faster, faster, until she screamed as the final spasm of ecstasy went ripping through her pussy.

Bobby spurted an enormous jet of steaming cum, followed by another, then another. He emptied his balls into her cunt while a violent wave of release shook her from head to toe.

He moved, withdrawing his limp cock from its silky sheath. Ella raised herself form him. Smiling, she dripped long streams of sperm onto his belly from her wet, gaping cunt.

At that moment, the door opened and Art walked into the room.