Chapter 5
Anse Newton owned a cattle prod. Its name was Little Anse, it's awesome length and width notwithstanding. "You light up my life," he said to his cattle prod. It lit up more than that. Anse discovered his rare and wonderful talent as a boy, in summer camp. Ten years old, he almost fell into the category of physiological freaks, boys whose glands are so hyperactive that they develop figures far more mature than their years. Anse's cock was about ten years older than he. At ten, he had a twenty year old cock.
That is, full grown. And hot to go. Anse didn't fully appreciate the implications of his overgrown member, until the summer of his tenth year, the summer of his sexual awakening.
Up until that time, he thought of his cock as just another part of his body. He took it for granted. He peed out of it and he showed it to the little girls in the neighborhood, but he had not developed any kind of sexual or manly feelings about it.
He called it his Dinghy. It was rubbery and it was kind of big and sometimes he caught his mother staring at it. She got kind of red in the face when he caught her staring at it and he did not know why until the summer he went off to camp and met a boy with a much smaller cock, but a much keener sexual awareness.
The boys showered together in a big wooden hut and they were always naked. Not many of them were much older than Anse and they were sexually innocent. The boy with the smaller cock and the warehouse of sexual information taught Anse how to masturbate and from that, day forward, Little Anse became the center of his personal awareness. He didn't think of it as a Dinghy anymore. He thought of it as a cattle prod. He saw a cattle prod, once. His sister had this horse. She was horse crazy and she had this big black stud horse. Anse thought he knew why she had the horse and he wanted to offer her a ride on his saddle, but she was his sister. You were not supposed to do things like that with your sister.
Too bad for Anse's sister. Anyway she had this horse and the horse did not like to load on trailers. It was a big, stubborn horse. It stood behind horse trailers and dug its hoofs into the ground and it would not move. No amount of coaxing, no offered grain, no whips hard against the horse's ass could persuade it to get on the trailer.
Anse kind of admired the horse for that. He was an alright horse. He stood behind the trailer for hours. His sister cried in rage and his parents were about ready to forget the whole issue, when a neighbor showed up with a cattle prod.
The cattle prod was kind of a phallic tool. It was electrified. All the neighbor did was shoot the horse in the ass with the thing and the horse lurched forward and made for the trailer like the trailer was the last sanctuary left in the known world.
Anse watched that.
And he knew.
He knew his fucking cock was a fucking cattle prod. He could make girls do just what the prod made the horse do. He could make them jump. He could make them fucking leap. And his prod felt pretty good about it, too. He was a virgin when he saw the horse respond to the prod and he knew then and there that he did not want to remain a virgin one day longer.
Jerking off was good, but he wanted to hear people scream. He never screamed when he jerked off.
He needed a woman.
The very next day, Anse cornered his eighth grade Arithmetic teacher in the music room. She played the clarinet and she sometimes practiced in the music room. She was going to learn to play Anse. "Hi, Miss Kayle," Anse said. "Hello, Anse," she said. She tooted tentatively on her clarinet. "You like to play that, don't you," he said. Miss Kayle lifted her eyes from the clarinet keys and looked searchingly up at Anse. "Uh huh," she said. "I like it a lot. I guess I must, since I'm not very good. When you stick with something that takes this much time and energy, even though you're not very good at it, well, then, I guess that means you like it." Sure as hell, she's lousy on that thing, Anse thought. Wonder if she's any better with some other instruments.
"Sounds good," he said. He smiled disingenuously, yet she failed to detect his insincerity.
"You think so?" she laughed. Her face turned red.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Why I came in here. I thought, 'Golly, Miss Kayle sure is playing real good, today.' "
"Really well," she corrected.
"That too," Anse said. He was a smooth one. Even in the eighth grade, he was a smooth operator.
"Go on, don't let me stop you. I like to hear good music. Play."
Anse smiled steadily at her. She was faintly aware that his eyes centered directly upon her ripe, lonely breasts.
"Oh, now Anse," she blushed. "No, really," he said. "Please, play. I really do like it." He was so tall and so handsome and so mature for his age and he sounded so sincere. Miss Kayle fell for the entire routine. She would not be the last, if she was the first. "I'll just sit here and absorb," he said. "I'm really quite a music lover." His eyes bore into her blouse and he drew imaginary nipples and breasts for her. They were quite nice, but he did not think they were as nice as the real things probably were.
She caught his glance. She was not consciously aware of his gaze, but inside she glowed. With a woman's intuition, she knew exactly what was going on in his mind. She was very flattered and they were alone and she actually forgot that he was only a boy. She had been without male attention for a long time and she glowed inside. She put the clarinet in her mouth and blew. She wasn't even aware of the notes she played. She hadn't decided upon any piece. She just played. The notes came out and her cheeks puckered, but she was not aware of anything at all until she felt Anse's hot breath at her neck and his fingers over hers. "I think," he said, "that if you cover those two holes, you might get a better sound." She stopped playing. "Really," he said, "I may not look like the sort, but I happen to know a great deal about clarinets."
He held her hand in his and guided it away from the instrument. "I also happen to know a great deal about beautiful women," he said, "and I can bet that I know of something much nicer to blow on than an old, cold clarinet."
He pulled her hand down and he put something hard and long and hot in her palm. "Put this in your mouth, baby," he whispered. Miss Kayle let her eyes wander from his face to his chest to his stomach and to his crotch, where her hand rested against his thighs and held his prod. "Oh, God," she gasped. "Very nearly," he said. "I like to call it Little Anse." That was his first experience. It might have gone farther, if the music teacher had not wandered in and insisted that he and Miss Kayle perform a duet. The music teacher played the saxophone and Anse had to sit and watch and listen as they performed their duet and he thought with anger about the duet that might have been, if the bumbling old man had not walked in.
Anse graduated from grammar school shortly after the incident with Miss Kayle. He often thought with compassion about what the poor woman had missed.
That summer, Anse did yard work for a woman who lived nearby. Her husband was a travelling salesman and she liked to have a man around to do the yard work and odd plumbing and carpentry jobs. Anse was good with mechanical things and manual labor and he offered to work for her that summer. She accepted. Willingly.
She was not an old housewife. She was a young woman, about twenty two years old. She married young and grew tired of the routine very quickly. She hated rural New Jersey and she missed her husband, yet when he was home they argued.
She needed solace. Anyone could see that. At least, Anse could certainly see that. Anse was a very handsome, very mature boy by this time. He was a blonde and his hair was thick and curly and he sported a deep brown mustache and brown sideburns, the color of which previewed the carnal attractions of what women knew must be deep, brown pubic hair. Women looked at him and found themselves naturally wondering about his cock. When they learned his age, they were shocked. No one that young could look so old. They meant, sexually knowing. He looked like he knew how to fuck. He was tall and built and he looked very much like Robert Redford. He had a classic American face. He had a classic American sexual craving. He turned that craving upon Tina Loomis, the bored, unhappy, deserted twenty two year old for whom he did odd jobs all that summer, the summer before he entered Lockwood Gorge High School. A lot of odd jobs. Anse appointed himself Tina's cocksman. He got to know her and within a week she herself officially appointed him her yard and cunt worker.
One afternoon, Anse was mowing the back yard. It was a hot day and he had his shirt off. His big, firm muscles dripped with sweat and reflected in the July sun. Tina watched him from out of the kitchen window. She could not believe the boy was so beautiful. She rubbed her nipples and she eyed the bulge in his crotch. She assumed he was always erect. It was the only way she could explain the enormous bulge in his crotch. "Anse!" she called out. He could not hear her over the lawn mower.
"Anse!" She ran out onto the back porch and screamed. Anse looked around. She wore a bikini bathing suit and her cunt hairs curled up from under the bottoms of the bathing suit. Her breasts were big and one of the shoulder straps of her bikini tops slid down her arm.
Anse turned off the lawn mower. "Yeah, Mrs. Loomis?" he shouted.
"How about some lemonade?" she said. "It's awful hot. How about some nice cool lemonade and then a swim in the pool?"
"Sure," Anse said. He smiled. She retreated into the house and returned with a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses. She walked off the porch and over to the patio by the pool.
"Come on over here," she said.
Anse walked over to the pool and took a glass. He sipped at the lemonade. It was cold and sweet.
"Mmmm," he said. "Hits the spot."
She lay on the chaise and looked up at him. Her eyes made contact with the bulge in his crotch.
"How about a swim?" she said. "That'll cool you off."
"Thanks, Mrs. Loomis," he said, "but I don't have a suit."
I don't want to see your bathing suit, honey, she thought.
"Tina," she said. "It's Tina. I think my husband has a suit lying around somewhere, up in the bedroom. Why don't you go on up there and put it on. In the dresser on the left side, top drawer." Anse looked at her and smiled. "Okay," he said. "Tina." He put down the glass of lemonade and ran into the house. He flew up the stairs to her bedroom. It smelled good.
Anse opened all the drawers before he bothered to look for the suit. She had lots of silk underthings. He put his nose in her panties and sniffed. "Anse!" she called from the patio. "You find it?" He shoved her panties back into her drawer and looked for his shorts. "Found them!" he yelled back. They were far too big for him. They drew in with a drawstring around his waist and the legs were broad.
Anse looked in the mirror. Anyone underneath him would get a straight on shot of his big balls. "Suits me," he said out loud. He drew the drawstring in tight, but not too tight and ran down the stairs. His balls bounced up and down freely as he ran. He got out to the pool. She was already in the water. Anse stopped dead and stared. He could not believe what he saw. He pinched himself to make sure, but he knew between his legs that it was no vision. She was naked in the pool. "Come on in, Anse," she said. "Don't mind me. Never could stand bathing suits. Always swim like this. Don't you be shy. Just a body."
Just a body!
It was just the most exciting body that Anse had ever seen. Nothing he saw in magazines compared to her lovely body. Tina was tall for a woman and her body was long and trim, yet with luscious, built in curves. Her complexion was pale and white, like porcelain. Her cheekbones were high and wide and she had big, sensuous lips and perfect, straight white teeth. Her hair was long and full, blonde like Anse's and full. It was slicked back over her shoulders in the pool. Her arms were long and slender and she had long fingers. Her breasts were slightly larger than average. They were not round and fleshy, but rather, they were tapered. They were firm and they swept up from her chest and down from her neck, to meet at the points of her nipples. Her nipples were small and red and oval and the points of her nipples were big and they shot straight out in front of her.
Her breasts were sculpted by Gods.
He waist was narrow and fleshy and her hips angled out and supported her big, white, juicy cheeks.
The hair at her cunt was wet and slick and Anse could see the lips of her cunt.
Her cunt lips were swollen and big and they flapped open as she turned over and over in the water in long, graceful movements. Her legs were long and shapely and her feet were arched. Anse stared at her for a long time. "Come in, Anse," she said. "It feels so good. So cool and so refreshing and so good." Anse did not need any encouragement. He dropped his shorts and ran for the pool. He strode across the lawn. She watched his long legs stretch out in front of him and shoot out behind. His muscles were supple and stretched and he could reach very far out in front of himself with his legs. His body was powerful and big and beautiful. Tina followed his cock with her eyes. His balls bounced around between his legs and his cock hardened and bobbed up and down. It slapped his stomach and swung down to his thighs. He ran straight to the diving board, bounced on the tip and dove into the pool. His arms formed an arc over his head and he straightened his body in mid air, pointed his toes, lowered his head and sliced into the pool in one, smooth, incisive line. She watched him as if he were a slow motion film. She catalogued his every movement. She watched his ass and his powerful shoulders and his thighs and his hard, bouncing cock and balls. He cut into the water and swam over to her. "I hope you don't mind," he said. "It just looked so much more comfortable like you are."
"Oh, it is," she cooed. "It is." She grabbed his cock. His hips jolted. He looked down at her hand around his cock. They floated in the middle of the pool and their heads were above the surface. Under water, their bodies were magnified. Her hand looked as big as a boxing glove and his cock looked about three times as large as it actually was. He laughed. "Ought to swim in the nude more often," he said. "Sure does wonders for my cock."
"Let me do wonders for your cock," she said. She squeezed him very hard and he shivered.
"Oh," he said. She moved in close to him. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth and drew his hips towards her wet cunt.
He sucked on her tongue. Their mouths slurped together. She slid his cock up into her cunt and tightened her muscles around it. They were locked together in the pool. She licked the insides of his mouth and he sucked on her tongue and she pulled him tight into her.
He tried to fuck her in the pool. His hips gyrated and floated around in the water, but he was unable to get any leverage. She pulled her tongue out of his mouth. "I want to suck that great big cock of yours, honey, you mind?" He certainly did not mind. She could do anything to him she wanted. She pulled him over to the diving board.
"Hold onto this," she said. He reached up and grabbed the Up of the diving board. He clutched his hands onto it and his body hung down into the water. The water reached just to his balls and the shaft of his cock pointed up out of the water.
"Hold on there," she said. She sucked him off there in the pool. She slid her lips down over his cock and she held his balls and she spurted pool water over his shaft and splashed water up and his asshole. He moaned and his arms ached. He could barely support himself on the diving board. She sucked him and she nibbled and chewed him and blew water all over him, and that was his first time. She was his all summer long. She ate him every day and he fucked her on weekends and ate her out. By the end of the summer, he was experienced. He knew how to do it and he could do it very well.
He did not find all the girls at Lockwood up to his standards and that was a problem. Tina Loomis moved away in the fall-off to another rural town to make another virgin boy into a pro-and he missed her and his balls ached most of the time.
He went out with some of the girls at Lockwood, but most of them were shy and the farthest any of them went was to let him dry hump them.
That was hardly his idea of a good time. To keep his mind off his cock, he threw himself into football. He was a very good football player and by his senior year he was quarterback of the team and the team had a shot at the statewide championships for the first time in almost fifteen years.
He got into that, into being quarterback and usually he was too tired to worry about girls. In the winter, when he was not playing ball, he devised ingenious ways to beat off and he amused himself by letting his sister see him naked "accidentally," or so he claimed, but he always did it on purpose.
Not that she was offended. Not that anyone was offended by his cattle prod. Why, sometimes he thought even a few of the boys on the team would not run away scared if he came at them with his prod. Or was that just their envy?
He forgot about his cock as much as he could and gave up on the girls at Lockwood High, because they were too frightened to take care of him. Then one day he saw the new cheerleader. He did not know her name, but he heard it rumored that she was from New Haana.
That was hard to believe. He had never seen a girl from New Haana with tits like that. He had never seen a girl from anywhere with tits like that. He looked at Leslie and he knew she could handle his cock. He just got that feeling. He got the feeling from watching her tits bounce up and down when she practiced cheering. She was not much of a cheerleader, but her tits certainly bounced. All the other girls were a little tight and most of them would reluctantly suck him off in the front seat of his Trans Am if-and this was important-the game had gone well, or he had made so many touchdowns, or whatever. But on the whole, the cheerleaders were not heavy into his cock and while they were all clean and good looking, not one of them was really a looker.
Leslie was a looker. He took one look at her tits and he knew the chick could handle his cock. He thought about her tits day and night and he didn't even have to use the vacuum cleaner to beat off anymore. All he had to do was think of her and he was spurting stuff almost without laying a hand on his prick. It was his cattle prod and she was the luscious side of beef into which he was determined to thrust it. Those tits. He figured she had to have big lips too and lots of strong, knowing muscles. Anse knew it was only a matter of time before he had Leslie.
And Leslie knew it, too.