Chapter 7
"God almighty, am I glad it's five o'clock," Van Caning groaned as he adjusted the temperature of the shower.
"I don't know how those brats do it," Paul griped. "Shit, I damn near froze my nuts off out there today. Ahhhhh, man! That hot water feels good. The air must have been sixty degrees. Three times I had to rescue Mrs. Tarbell's three-year-old from the deep water." Van started to lower his trunks, then glanced at the door of the shower room. "Hey, lock the door, will you?"
Paul went across the slippery concrete floor and found the sliding bolt was missing. "Can't. Someone busted it."
Grumbling, Van hauled his trunks back up and covered his thick black pubic patch again. A dark line of hair ran up his hard belly, and spread out on his chest forming an impressive mat of black curls. Picking up a bar of soap, he lathered his broad, powerful shoulders. The water made his hair kink up.
"Aaahhhhhhh," Paul sighed, pulling the front of his trunks out, letting warm water run down over his prick and balls. It wasn't good enough. He'd spent hours shivering in the cold wind whipping in off the golf course. Clouds of steam enveloped the six-by-eight-foot room. He glanced at the door warily.
"Ah, hell, it's safe," he growled, pushing his clammy suit down and off.
"No one's around now."
"Wish Mrs. Shuster or that daughter of hers were around," Van commented as he stripped, revealing a thick, short, dusky cock. "I'd show 'em both what that equipment of theirs is meant for."
Paul smiled. He'd carefully kept his mouth shut about both incidents.
"What makes you think they don't already know?" he asked. Van blew bubbles through the water running down his face. "Mrs. Shuster is always so proper. With her, it's "Mr. Caning this" and "Mr. Caning, that." Once in a while, it's "Van, dear, would you please." She treats me like a hired hand. Tara goes bouncing around, wiggling her ass like a pro, wearing a bikini a size too small, or that tank suit that shows her tits. But you know damn well if you so much as crossed your eyes at her, she'd scream "Mama!' and run. Cock-tease; that's what she is." Paul whirled when he heard the door opening. Tara Shuster slid silently into the room. She was wearing the tank suit Van had mentioned. Her nipples were erect and prominent, and jutted out against the thin layer of nylon. Paul's cock surged up at the sight, and he opened his mouth to say something. Tara put a finger to her lips. He jammed his jaw shut and gritted his teeth.
Van was oblivious to what was happening. He was letting the water pour over his face. His thick cock hung down heavily. It had been mildly stimulated by the water and his talk of the Shusters. Silent as a ghost, Tara went over to the black-haired youth. The water from the shower spattered over her, pasting the suit even more closely to her young, rounded body. The pale round globes of her tits showed vividly. Carefully, she lowered herself to her knees. The water poured down over her face. Moving very slowly, she leaned forward, and then opened her mouth.
With an incredibly wanton delicacy, she took the bulb of Van's prick between her full lips. His cock surged up as her tongue bathed its nerve-packed glans. His head snapped forward out of the shower, sending an explosion of spray across the room. He took an off-balance step backward. "JESUS CHRIST, PAUL! What the FUCK'S gotten into you?" Van exploded. Then he saw Paul across the room from him. Van looked down and saw Tara slurping on his throbbing, erect cock. She eased her head back, and spit his prick out.
"Cock-tease, am I?" she asked, getting lithely to her feet. "I'll show you what a cock-tease I can be." She backed up against the wall. Paul's cock ached. The memory of his experience with Tara and Ginger and Jan was still fresh in his mind. His entire body knotted as Paul watched. He reached down and held his towering hard-on. Tara kept her attention primarily on Van. She eased the straps of her suit down off her shoulders and drew her arms out of them. She was carefully keeping her tits covered by the thin nylon bodice. Crossing her arms, she eased the suit down, down over her soft, warm tits. Her hands caressed her sleek flesh. First she concealed her tits, then revealed them. The suit bunched around her waist. Then she slowly worked it down her hips. Her black cuntal bush appeared, the curly hair sprang up. She let her suit drop around her ankles and stepped out of it. Her sleek legs moved gracefully.
"I d-didn't Van stammered, his voice cracking. "Didn't what?" Tara asked. Her tone would have melted stone. "Didn't think I knew what my body was for? You poor fool." She sounded as old as sin as she stood young and naked in front of the two boys. "I-I didn't mean-uh," Van kept losing track of what he was trying to say. His eyes flickered over Tara's sleek nudity, her firm, rounded tits and their pert nipples, her trim waist and hips, her black cuntal bush. It wasn't thick enough yet to really conceal her pink slit. Tara began to play with herself. She cupped and lifted her tits. She stroked her thumbs across her erect nipples. Her expression was of blatant, aroused lust; her eyes were slitted, her mouth was slack. She was standing with one foot slightly ahead of the other. One thigh partially covered her cunt. Then, slowly, she slid her hands down her trim body. She slid her feet apart on the slick floor, exposed the heart of her cunt. She stroked her pussy with the fingers of both hands, and pressed her upper arms in against the sides of her tits, making the cleavage between them deeper and more inviting.
Paul managed to tear his eyes away from Tara and look at Van. He looked as if he were about to have some kind of seizure. His cock thrust out from his black pubic patch like a telephone pole. The purplish glans was throbbing. Hot water was still splattering down on his powerful shoulders and back. A vein throbbed in his temple. He was clenching and unclenching his fists.
"One move toward me, Van, and I'll scream rape," Tara cautioned him in a deadly tone.
Van restrained himself with a visible effort. One foot jumped forward to balance him. It looked as if someone had given him a shove from behind and he was resisting it.
"You'll get your turn," Tara told him. She was still stroking her cunt and rolling her hips gently, "but you'll have to watch Paul have me first. That way you can be sure I'm not just a tease."
She moved through the swirling mist toward Paul. He reached for her, but she brushed his hands aside. She curled her arms around his neck and pressed her wet, slippery body against his. His cock slid up against her hot belly. Her tits squirmed against his hard chest and her nipples scraped his skin. She clasped her thighs around one of his legs, and stroked her cunt against him.
Paul let her turn them slightly so that Van could get a perfect view of the action. Paul knew this was as much for Van's benefit as his. The knowledge that Van would be watching increased Paul's excitement. He recalled for a moment a porno film he had seen once, and found himself comparing himself with the stud in that movie-a performer, an exhibitionist.
His lips met Tara's nibbling mouth. He braced himself as she twined herself intimately around him, legs and arms gripping him. Her lips nibbled up his cheek and her tongue tickled the curves of his ear. "Lie down on your back," she whispered softly. Her breath puffed hotly into his ear. She held onto him as he awkwardly sat down on the hard floor. As he lay back, she knelt, and straddled him. Her crotch gaped wide above him. He gripped her tits and mangled the soft warm mounds as she reached out and lifted his cock. He looked down, and watched as she nestled the throbbing head of his cock into her black cunt. Then she eased herself down on him, and he felt his cock being sheathed by her searing, slick flesh. Hot streams of water poured down over them, making their skin gleam wetly. Paul knew that Van could see everything. Paul had deliberately stretched out with his hand toward Van so he could see all of Tara's lithe, shapely body, and the steel-hard shaft driving up into her willing cunt. Van had a perfect view of Tara's black pussy crushing down on Paul's wet pubic patch; of Paul with his pale, throbbing cock wedged between Tara's cunt lips. Tam used her fingers to spread her pussy lips, so Van could see her flaming pink inner folds where Paul's cock entered the deep tunnel of her cunt. She tipped her head back, and the hot jets of water beat down on her youthful face. She paused with Paul's cock drilled full depth in her twat. She fingered the glittering pearl of her clitoris, and ripples of pleasure burned along her taut torso.
She began to fuck herself on him. Lifting and dropping, she swung her hips easily with youthful grace. He felt her rippled cunt walls slide past his nerve ends. His cock twisted and tugged at his groin as it stirred in her pussy. He pinched and rolled her tits as she fucked up and down on his throbbing cock. He watched his massive column that was shiny with her juices disappear into her and then reappear. He watched her sleek thighs flex gracefully.
He thought he was going to die because it felt so great. He was horny, and he was close to an orgasm. Desperately, he held back, wanting the fuck to go on for as long as possible.
He looked towards Van, and his friend's expression made Paul's guts knot. "C'mere," Tara hissed, beckoning Van over. She reached for his powerful, hairy thighs, and guided him over Paul so he was straddling him. Paul had a dramatic view of the underside of Van's muscular body-the dark sac of Van's balls and the crack of Van's ass. Most impressive was the throbbing bulk of Van's hard-on. The purple cockhead brushed Tara's lips, and she took it completely into her mouth.
Still fucking herself on Paul, she began to suck Van's cock. She steadied the enormous tower with one hand and moved her head forward and back, taking half of the bulky rod into her mouth each time. Her jaw worked as she sucked on his thick column. With her free hand, she cupped and fondled Van's nuts.
Paul felt his orgasm drawing closer, and wondered if he could time it so it would coincide with Van's. The thought of both of them flooding the insides of Tara at the same time made his insides clench, and his cock throb even harder in her hot, velvety cunt.
Van's hips started moving rapidly. He was fucking his cock in and out of brat's sucking mouth. He was holding her head, forcing her to take more and more of his brutal prick into her face, down her throat. She accepted it without complaint.
It was a tableau of depraved lust-a young girl taking two cocks into her body. Her cunt was tight, almost virginally tight around Paul's cock. He could see her mouth embracing Van's hard-on. Spit was shining all over Van's shaft.
Paul couldn't hold back any longer. He saw Van's balls haul up tight in his groin and saw the cheeks of Van's ass clench. He figured Van was close to pouring his load down Tara's throat and he couldn't hold back the cum any longer, and he fired a heavy burst of jism deeply into Tara's willing cunt. The pleasure of unloading his cum into her was unbelievable. His ass, his hips, his thighs, and even his toes helped fountain creamy waves of cum into her clutching cunt. Unfortunately, Van didn't have a chance to cum. Displaying incredible self-control, and brutal control of Van, the girl pinched his cock to keep him from cumming in her mouth. Paul felt her cunt pulsing around his jetting prick, and knew that she was having an intense orgasm. Even while she was being ravaged by her own pleasure, she had the presence of mind to hold Van back from his peak.
Her display of self-control made Paul's orgasm even more fiery because it was blatant evidence of the girl's sexual experience. When Paul's eruptions faded, Tara got up off him. His draining cock flopped over loosely. Lying on his back with the water battering down on him, Paul watched as the couple above him stepped off over his head. Van stepped back, his balls jiggling between his strong thighs, his prick swaying heavily. A glistening strand of Tara's saliva coldly across Paul's forehead. Then she was moving past him and her cuntal slit was still inflamed from recently being split by Paul's cock. Her tight, firm ass passed over Paul's face and he rolled so he could watch her back Van into a corner.
Van seemed uncertain how to proceed. His arousal was total and absolute, which increased his confusion. Paul knew Van talked a good line when it came to girls, but was compensating for shyness. Faced with a wanton fourteen-year-old girl, he was at a loss how to proceed. Watching Tara with Van was like watching a cat play with a frightened and bewildered mouse.
She appeared vastly older than he was, even though he had her beat by three years. She played with him. She teased him with her body. She rubbed her erect tits up against him. She squirmed her tummy against him. She rubbed her cunt against one of his thighs. Hooking her hands behind his neck, she gazed straight into his sweating face and lewdly milked her belly against him. He towered over her physically, yet he let her humiliate him.
"What's the matter, Van? Don't you know what to do with it?" she asked sweetly. Still keeping her eyes on his face, she reached down and gently caressed his erect cock. "Don't you know what it's supposed to be used for?" Van gulped visibly.
"Don't you know where to put it?" Tara teased. Van remained silent and tense as he was skillfully manipulated by the young girl. Scrabbling against the wall with her toes, she put her hands behind Van's neck again, and climbed him. Then, one arm hooked around his neck, her feet flat against the wall, she pushed her hips away from him. Then she reached down and guided his cock to her cunt. She eased down and in, and drove his cock into her pussy. Van remained backed up against the wall, and let her use him as her private, lewd jungle gym. With her legs folded double and her hands on the back of his neck, Tara paused. She looked like a small monkey humping a tree. "Ever done it standing up?" she asked Van. A push of her feet against the wall drove her ass away from him, and his cock slid into view. "Well, you are now," she pointed out.
"Bitch!" Van said, finding his voice at last. "Filthy bitch!" Tara's face lit up. "Yeah!" she sighed. "Say it again because that's exactly what I am."
"Filthy, fucking bitch."
"Grab my ass," Tara hissed, still bouncing on his cock. Van clutched her tight, straining asscheeks, helping to support her weight as she fucked herself on him. Her thighs and calves flexing, she thrust herself deeply onto his jutting cock.
"Call me names," she ordered. "Call me what I am." "Filthy whore," Van snarled. She seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to change his mood to suit her. "Slut! You lousy cunt!" Every insult made by him only seemed to increase her lust. She squirmed and bounced on his cock. Her body slammed against his and jolted them both with the violence of it.
"Cocksucking whore!" Van said.
"More," she moaned, nearing her orgasm.
"Motherfucking cocksucker," Van obliged. "Motherfucking, cocksucking, shit-eating cunt!"
"Ahhhh," Tara whined, shuddering. Her tits quivered and her entire body throbbed.
"Fuck you bitch!" Van snarled, taking charge now. He pushed her out and pulled her back strongly onto his rock hard dick. His hips drove forward, slammed his cock into her cunt. Their bodies crashed together. "Owwww, yessss, pleeeeeaaaassseee," Tara's voice faded and became a weird, animal type of whining.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Van chanted as he slammed his cock into her. "FUCK!" With his final bellow, he thrust his cock home in her cunt. His hips straining, his leg muscles knotted, he fountained huge globs of jism into her clutching, spasming cunt.
Paul sat on the floor, unmindful of the water streaming down over him. His body was quivering, as he stared at the fucking couple against the wall. Tara was hunched up so far that Paul could see Van's pulsing balls. Paul saw a thick, pearly overflow of cum spill down and drop thickly onto the wet shower floor. Yielding to a sudden impulse, Paul hauled himself to his feet and helped Tara down. Then, as she leaned wearily against the wall, he took a bar of soap and began to lather her shapely body. His hands skidded erotically over the exciting mounds of her soft, firm tits. Tara just stood there in a daze. After a few minutes, Van joined them and together the boys covered her with thick lather. Rivers of soapsuds streamed down over her sleek, wet curves. Their hands skated on her soapy skin. Her nipples, so recently flat and exhausted, began to stiffen and come alive under the slippery caresses.
Paul slithered one hand down over her rounded tummy. He curled his fingers into the soapy forest between her thighs. His hand made a wet, squishing noise as he massaged her warm, yielding cunt lips. He worked his hand back and forth, back and forth in her steaming crotch. She spread her legs to let him fondle her cunt still more intimately. Paul's cock was getting hard again as he massaged her cunt. He felt his pulse pounding, slowly and heavily. His cock swelled and stiffened. His fingers probed up between her asscheeks, slipped along the floor of the crack, feeling her little asshole. Tara shivered when he touched the bud, and spread her legs still farther apart, inviting him to touch her there again.
Paul contented himself with fondling and pressing one soapy finger against the rubbery hole, exploring its dimpled, craterlike contours. He ran his finger in a tight circle around the rim while Tara writhed delightedly. Her palms were pressed back flat against the shower wall and her hips were thrust forward in a blatant invitation for Paul to continue his exploration.
Paul eased his finger into the bud of her asshole, and watched her as her soapy torso writhed and squirmed erotically from his tentative probe. Paul twisted his finger deep into her ass, thrilled with the naked lust that showed on her face.
"What're you doing to her?" Van asked.
Paul didn't answer. Experimentally, he wedged a second finger in beside the first one and Tara bared her teeth as she nodded her head in approval. Paul crammed the second finger into her rubbery ring and then twisted them both around. He felt her asscheeks clenching and unclenching around his hand as he probed the hot, greasy depths of her ass. His cock throbbed at an idea he had previously regarded as unthinkable. "There's one thing," Tara panted, "that I've never done; that I want to do."
"What's that?" Paul asked, his voice harsh.
"A cock up my ass," Tara moaned.
"Jesus!" Van exploded.
Paul's cock ached while he pumped his fingers in her hot, tight hole.
There was room enough.
Tara turned around as he extracted his fingers from her depths. He lathered his hand, washed the fingers he'd had in her. Then he smeared his prick with soap so it would slide into her ass more easily. Tara leaned against the wall and bent over. She had her hands flat against the wall again, and one cheek was resting on the cool surface. Her ass was thrust out invitingly-twin moons of supple flesh with a deep crevice dividing them. Her cunt was visible between the tops of her thighs-a dark nest with a tight slit.
Paul moved in behind her and spread the pale cheeks of her ass, revealing the brown pucker of her asshole. He smeared a thick layer of soap along the already lathered crack of the opening.
Keeping her asscheeks spread with one hand, he aimed the bulging knob of his cock at the tight target and nestled it there. He leaned forward, and the head of his cock squashed against the resisting opening. He had to hold the shaft of his cock to keep it from skidding aside. There was a change in the sensation in his glans, and in the appearance of his cockhead and in the attitude of Tara's slender torso. He felt his cock begin to drill into her tight ass! He saw the head of his cock gradually enter her tight tunnel. The end of his prick was pinched, ringed by her rubbery sphincter. It flexed and squirmed as Tara consciously battled to admit his blunt cock into her shit chute. Her sphincter muscle slid down into the ring behind Paul's cockhead and he knew the hardest part was over. A steady thrust, and he slid the full, huge bulk of his cock deep into her greasy, clutching ass. Something tried to pry open the slit at the tip of his prick as he pushed into her ass. It added a slight stinging pain to the exquisite pleasure of the penetration.
It was hot. It was tight. It wasn't as slippery as her cunt. It felt velvety, and greasy. It tugged the skin of his prick back with its resistance, adding a stretching feeling to all the other sensations. Tara was keeping a soft, high voice as she took his cock up her ass. Her eyes were slitted with pleasure and her jaw was clenched. She was savoring the blistering ecstasy of having her shit chute crammed with a hard cock. Paul powered his prick full depth into the girl's ass. When he jammed up against her cushiony, little butt, he just rested there feeling the skin of his cock trying to get used to this wonderful, new sensation. "How much is in?" Tam asked.
"All of it," Van announced, then choked.
"My God, that's good," Tara whimpered. "Oooooo! My ass loves to be fucked!" She giggled wildly, and Paul felt her ass convulse around his prick. She giggled again, and Paul realized she was on the verge of hysterics.
"Want me to stop?" he asked. The thought of not completing the act tore his guts out.
"NO!" Tara screeched. "No," she added more softly. I'll be all right." She heaved in a ragged breath. Her ribs were quivering. "But hurry, please hurry!"
Paul drew back his cock and powered it back in, and she quivered in the throes of her pleasure. He grabbed her waist and pumped his cock slowly in and out of her velvety, clinging ass. The friction was more excruciating and pleasant than anything he had ever felt before. The tugging, stretching sensation sent his lust boiling upward. He felt his jism simmering in his balls.
"I'm going to cum now," Tara announced. Her voice sounded tightly controlled-as if she were trying not to fly apart. "I'm going to cum very soon. Oh, God!" Her voice cracked.
Paul moved more quickly. He was going to cum on his next stroke, as he saw Tara reach back under her body and plunge her fingers into her soggy cunt. He pistoned into her one last time. His balls began to unload against the powerful back pressure of her body pushing towards his. His jism pumped the tightly clutched length of his cock and burst into her ass. His hips jammed up hard against her asscheeks as he unloaded with slow, heavy pulses, using every muscle he had. He poured his cum into her shitter until there wasn't anything left. His muscles continued to spasm. He was sore with exhaustion.
He didn't withdraw until he felt her asshole trying to shit his limp cock out. Then he slid back and leaned against the wall, and let water run down over his soiled prick.
Tara turned, leaned against the wall, and slowly slid down and sat on the floor. Her head lolled to one side. Van stepped across her sprawled legs and he pushed his cock into her face. He lifted her head with one hand in her hair, and rammed his cock into her mouth.
Without any complaint at all, Tara sucked his prick. Only her mouth moved. She let Van push and pull her head. He fucked his cock into her mouth and then out again, brutally unconcerned with anything but his own pleasure. Tara took it deeply into her mouth. She sucked his cock, bathed it with her tongue, and didn't whimper even when he jammed it clear down her throat. Between her spread thighs, her cunt was a bright-pink slash in the ebony heart of her bush.
Van's balls knotted and he pumped a second load of cum into Tara, but this time down her throat. His cock pulsing heavily, as he poured glob after glob of jism into her mouth. Her throat working, she swallowed every bit of it.
When he was done, he pulled out quickly. A dribble of cum ran down Tara's chin. He turned away from her, picked up his suit, and hauled it on. Without a glance back at either Tara or Paul, Van strode out. He hadn't even bothered to rinse the soap off.
For a long time, Tara didn't move. She just sat there, breathing heavily. Paul pushed away from the wall. He felt absolutely exhausted. He also felt a twinge of concern, wondered whether he and Van had gone too far. He knelt down beside her.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice creaking wearily.
Tara nodded weakly. "Just tired," she groaned. "Help me up." Paul helped her to her feet. For a moment, she clung to him, swaying. Then she tottered over under the shower Van had left on. Propping herself against the wall with one hand, she let the water pour down over her. Still watching her carefully, Paul washed his prick and balls. After a few minutes, she picked up a bar of soap and began lathering her well-fucked body. He noticed she paid careful, tender attention to her asshole. "Where'd you get the idea of taking it up your ass?" he asked cautiously.
Tara grunted. "My mother."
"Your mother?" Tara nodded.
"She told you to do it?" Paul asked, astonished.
"God, no," Tam snorted. "I saw her do it once." That made more sense. "Daddy was away. Daddy's always away," Tara explained. "And Mom was entertaining. She does a lot of entertaining." "Is that so?"
"She thought I was out. Only I wasn't. I got an education. Quite an education."
"I see," Paul said solemnly.
"I've learned a lot from my mother," Tara noted. "Sometimes it makes me feel very old."
Paul ventured his information carefully: "Your mother thinks you're a virgin."
"She would!"
"She doesn't think it's a good thing, though," Paul added.
"She doesn't?" Tara asked, honestly surprised.
"She regrets waiting so long herself."
"Huh! I'll be damned! How do you know all this?" she asked suspiciously.
"Oh-uh-I heard some gossip."
"I'll bet," Tara snorted, then froze. "Wait a minute. I know. You've fucked her yourself, haven't you?"
Paul nodded.
Tara was suddenly angry. "You-you mother fucker!" she spat out viciously.
"You mother fucker!"
"Everybody is somebody's mother," Paul said weakly. "But not my mother!" Tara shrieked. Naked as a jaybird, she roared out of the shower. He heard her bare feet slapping angrily down the corridor as she stormed away. He hoped she didn't meet anyone on her way to her locker. He finished showering, and decided he'd never understand either of the Shuster women. Picking up Tara's suit after pulling his own on, he carried it to her locker. She was already gone. He flipped the limp nylon over the door and went to get dressed.
He was glad he understood Connie, at least. She was his girl, and she liked single, straightforward sex. He would be glad when the summer was over and he was with Connie again.