Chapter 7
Bobby jumped off the bed and started clawing at his clothes. Both Ella and Art started laughing. Bobby stopped, dumbfounded.
"Hey, hey, Bobby, take it easy. What's the matter?" Art said, putting the food down and starting to undress.
"S-She ... she wanted me to do it," Bobby stammered, one leg in his pants and one leg out.
"I'm sure she did," Art replied. "How was he, baby?"
"Great. He even ate me first."
"How'd you like to work with us, Bobby?" Art said, down to his shorts now.
"You mean, you don't care that I fucked your wife?"
"Hell, no," Art said. We're swingers, kid. We both take our fun where we can find it."
"Whatta ya mean ... work with you?" Bobby said, curious now.
"We'll tell you all about it later. Right now why don't you help yourself to dinner while ..." he looked over at his spread-eagled wife on the bed, "... have a little snack myself!"
"I ain't hungry," Bobby said, still not sure if he should trust this couple.
"Then come on over and watch, Bobby," Ella said from the bed. "Art can show you a fe tricks you might be able to use."
Art crossed to the suitcase and took out a white plastic object that was shaped exactly like a huge cock.
"this is a vibrator, kid. Sit on the bed there and watch what I do with it. Spread a little more, honey," he said to his wife.
Ella spread her legs even farther apart. Art reached between her legs and deftly slipped the vibrator into her cunt. When it was good and slick, he removed it and shoved it far up into her asshole.
Bobby sat on the edge of the bed, fascinated, as Art turned the little machine on and Ella's body started writhing in pleasure.
"Now," Art said, his face ready to nuzzle into the sperm-filled hole, "I want a little of this myself."
"eat it out, lover," Ella said, running her fingers through his hair and gently forcing his face against her cunt by gyrating and thrusting upward with her hips.
When Art sensed that her passion was aroused to a peak, he shifted his body until his cock was directly against her face. "This is a sixty-nine, Bobby," Art said. "She sucks my cock while I eat her pussy. The added bit is the vibrator up her ass. It drives her wild."
"Shut up and suck," Ella said, urging him to complete the action that he had so recently started on her cunt with his talented tongue.
Bobby watched as she peeled down Art's shorts and exposed the biggest cock the boy had ever seen. Suddenly he felt young and awkward again, as he had felt when he saw his uncle fucking his aunt.
Art's cock was about three inches longer than Bobby's and it was nearly twice as thick. Stranger was the cockhead. It was twice as big as the shaft of the cock and looked like a huge ball on the end of a flag pole.
Ella held his rigid cock in front of her face. A tiny drop of semen had oozed from the hole. Her eyes were wide as she watched it drip onto her hand. She held his cock closer to her face and ran the hard shaft over her cheek, her chin, and down across her throat. She ran her tongue around the head of his prick until its tip drew the tiny glob of cum into her mouth. She swirled his cock around on her tongue, savoring its taste, and then she swallowed it.
He put his arms around her, running his hands down the smooth skin of her back to cup her fleshy buttocks. He tongued her belly, the inside of her thighs, the still-wet fur of her cunt. He parted her cunt-lips and entered.
The muscles of her belly contracted, creating a vacuum that opened her hole and seemed to pull and suck his tongue inside. He eagerly sucked and lapped with his tongue, savoring the bitter sweetness he found there.
Her tongue flicked lightly against the tip of his cock as her hand molded and caressed the slick shaft. The sexual tension in his body was so great that his cock twitched and leaped in her hand with each touch of her sensuous tongue.
"Oh shit, shit, shit! Damn it! That feels so fucking good!"
"Suck on my pussy!" she said, thrilling at his words. "Suck on my cunt and pound your cock into my mouth!"
Gently, he guided his prick between her lips until the hardness pressed against her throat. She nearly gagged but the thrill of having his hard meat in her mouth was too powerful.
Bobby watched her head withdraw from Art's prick and then plunge forward again and again, sending the giant knob far down her throat. She was obviously enjoying the pulsing intensity of his big cock in her mouth.
Art's hand closed over the vibrator protruding from her ass. He started ramming it back and forth while his tongue continued to assault her cunt. Harder and harder he licked her pink pussy.
At the same time, his hips hardened into corded muscle as he thrust his blood-filled with ever harder strokes into her eager, waiting face.
Her cheeks hollowed in a sucking motion each time he withdrew. Suddenly his chin was grinding with an incessant fury against her clitoris as his tongue reamed, serpent-like, in and out of her hole. Her body was on fire. She locked her thighs around his head, her feet entwined, as her heels beat a tattoo on the cushions. She was coming, coming like she'd never come before.
Bobby knew they were both swiftly approaching their comes. Furiously he pounded his cock and rose to his knees over her upper body so he could see better. He wanted to come with them.
Ella saw what Bobby was doing. She reached up and placed her hand on his cock.
Then she was coming and so was Art. There was a sudden, violent throbbing on the underside of the cock in her mouth as she reached the peak of her own orgasm. All three of her holes as well as one of her hands were filled with passion as she exploded throught two quick surges and gulped down her husband's come.
Wave after wave of sweet release surged through her body. It centered in her cunt and flowed upward to her tits and down to her thighs. From the sudden pressure of his tongue on her cunt, the groans rattling in his throat, and the quivering in Bobby's legs, she could tell that he, too, was coming.
And then Bobby came.
Suddenly the boy's hips lurched, leaving his cock in majestic rigidity directly above her face. She fisted it, continuing the pumping action wit her hand.
Thick globs of creamy white fluid rocketed from the end of his cock. They arced in the air and, like heavy raindrops, fell to splatter on her breasts.
Faster and faster she pumped his cock as she became more and more hypnotized by the fountain of his prick. Again and again his cock would jump in his hand, sending another stream into the air to land on her face, her belly, and her heaving tits.
At last it settled into a diminished stream.
"Jesus, that was good," Art said, rolling away from his wife and retrieving the vibrator from her ass. "Bobby, you're going to be great. C'mon, lot's all go take a shower."
Bobby had never taken a bath or shower with anyone before, let alone a beautiful woman and her husband. The idea was erotic and it was the most exciting thing he had ever imagined.
He was the first one in the bathroom. Art and Ella followed, satisfied glances and smiles passing between them.
Naked, the three of them jumped into the shower. Bobby's prick again got rock hard.
Ella looked at it and smiled at her husband. "He gets ready fast, don't he?"
"Just like a young stallion," Art said. "We may be able to turn three tricks in an afternoon. Suck him, honey. Suck him and I'll get hard again. You know how hot I get watching you suck a cock."
Bobby smiled at him and pushed Ella down to her knees in the tub. The water from the shower ran off her hair, matting it, as her face moved toward his rigid pole.
"Yeah, honey," Bobby said. "Stick my cock in your mouth and love it a little."
Ella's eyes again flashed up at her husband's smiling face. Ella let her parted lips come closer and closer to Bobby's rigid, tender flesh. She moaned when the oozing head of his young prick touched her mouth.
She touched only the foreskin which was long enough to pucker over the end of his staff even when he had a hard-on. Her long tongue slid out from between her lips and rooted into the hidden cockhead beneath. Reaching up, she took hold of his cock and slowly skinned it back until the head popped completely into view.
"Oh yeah ... oh shit," the boy groaned. "I love to suck and fuck."
She mouthed the head and slowly drew all his cock into her sucking mouth. Bobby drew his belly in and strained his prick forward as the redhead's face began to bob back and forth, sending the cockhead to the depths of her throat.
"Suck his balls too, Ella!" Art urged. "Take him all!"
"Oh, be careful!" Bobby cried. "I think I'm ready to shoot. I want to make it last.!
"Slow it down a little then, honey," Art said. "Jesus, but you can suck a cock, baby! I can almost feel you doing it to me!"
She nodded, whimpered, grasped Art's rising rod. Then she was pulling and tugging to bring Art's cock to her face.
Before man or boy realized it, she had joined Bobby's cock in her mouth with Art's. Wildly she sucked on both cocks at once.
"Oh, shit, that's good!" Art cried.
"Yeah ... yeah ..." the boy echoed. "It's as tight as an asshole!"
Ella's hand found her husband's balls eagerly she began to rub them, her othe hand doing the same thing to the small balls of the shivering boy.
Her tongue slid over first one cockhead and then the other, until Bobby's knees turned to rubber, and he had to lean against the wall. Art, in turn, leaned against him.
It was coming too fast, his passion crowding in around him so rapidly that he couldn't get control of himself. It was even worse when he looked down at her. Her eyes were closed in voluptuous ecstasy, her hands working on two cocks ... so extreme in their differences ... both jammed into her mouth.
"Suck it!" the boy groaned. "Oh, sonofabitch! Damn it to hell! OHHHHHHHH!"
As Art watched, the shuddering boy belched up his load. He could feel the cum jetting. Some of it landed on his own cock. He eased his cock out of Ella's mouth and let her finish draining the boy's balls.
Then they were all lathering each other, covering their bodies with a soapy film.
They all slept in one bed that night and each of them fucked her the first thing in the morning.
Over breakfast, Art explained to Bobby what he had meant the night before about working with them.
"See, Bobby, it all started kind of funny. Ella's always had the hots for young cock. I knew about it, we've always been real honest with each other. Shit, we used to laugh about it. But then this kid at the grocery store started hanging around with her all the time - well, we were so dumb back then we didn't realize it, but he wanted some of Ella's pussy.
"Well, one afternoon, she did realize it, and she took him right to bed. He was about your age and just as hungry for sex as you are. By the time I got home that afternoon, there were fucking and sucking each other's brains out.
"Instead of getting mad, I dug it. It really turned me on, so I just joined in. and I kept joining in. We were both screwing Ella for about a month when this boy told us about the two older women he had been screwing for over a year. One of the women was a widow and one of the riches old broads in town. That's when the idea hit me."
"What idea?" Bobby said.
"Well, a fifty-year-old woman and a twelve-year-old boy. Can you figure it out? This gal was one of the pillars of the community, but she had a hang-up for little boys. It just wouldn't do for anybody to find out about her little secret.
"One day I just quit my job, and Ella and I packed up, and I went over and visited this little old lady. She gave me five thousand dollars to leave town.
"off we went and here we are. We've done the same thing three more times since then. But the last boy who worked with us just got too old. He took his share and went back home to finish school."
"I think I understand," said Bobby. "We just travel around and find little old ladies who like little boys!"
"You got it," Ella said. "Are you game?"
"Sure," Bobby said. "I can't go back to my aunt's and I'm sure to be picked up as a runaway if I keep on hitchin'. I'm all for it."
"Good boy," Art said. "Let's go."
They spent three days heading south along the coastal resort towns until Art found one that looked good. They checked into a suite at one of the most expensive hotels in town and Art started casing the little old ladies by the pool.
Bobby was having a ball. Art and Ella acted like there was no tomorrow. They just went where they wanted and did what they wanted to do. Bobby was having a new life with them. They even bought him all new clothes.
While they waited for Art to spot a good mark, Bobby and Ella fucked and played. Then one afternoon Art walked into the room with a smile on his face as if he had just found a gold mine.
"I've found us a real winner. Her name is Kay Rouston and she's very, very rich. I got it from a kid who handles the beach equipment. She took him up to her suite twice last week and after the second time asked him if he had a little brother. She's our mark.
"Is she loaded?" Ella asked.
"She owns a bank in some small town up north."
"Perfect," Ella replied. "we'll start working on her first thing tomorrow morning. Tonight we'll celebrate.
"You two go ahead. I'll be up most of the night setting up our departure and some new I.D.'s"
That night Ella took Bobby to the nicest restaurant in town for dinner. Everything was wonderful and Bobby had the time of his life. After dinner they walked back to the hotel. They were almost there when a little blonde girl, about fifteen, stepped out of a doorway and stopped Ella.
"Lady ...?"
"Yes," Ella said, sizing up the situation at once.
"Could you spare a dollar? I need it bad. The crash pad I was staying in got busted tonight and I want to get a hotel room."
Ella looked her over real good. Underneath the tangled hair and the worn clothes she was fairly attractive and rather pretty. Ella gave the girl a dollar and she disappeared back into the doorway.
Ella took Bobby's arm and they moved on down the street a ways. "Bobby," she whispered.
"Yeah."
"How would you like to have a little extra fun tonight?"
"How?"
"You want to fuck that girl back there?"