Chapter 4
As Aggie, Ellen, Jim and Phil were walking up the street after leaving the woods, they passed two older boys who were going in the opposite direction, and evidently heading for the woods. They didn't think much of it, except that they were slightly glad that they had finished their business, as if the two were going for a walk in the woods, they just might have stumbled over them. Soon they parted and each went in their separate directions after making arrangements to meet again Monday morning. They figured that by that time, Aggie would be ready for her second installment. And as Jim reached his house, he met his sister, Carol. She was just leaving. Just going for a walk, she told him, to get some fresh air. He told her to have a good time, and went on in the house.
Carol was going for a walk alright, straight to the woods where she had an appointment to meet the two boys that Jim had just seen. And she would get plenty of fresh air pumped into her gasping lungs. Only this time she had some new ideas in mind. As she lay in bed the night before, she tried to think of more interesting things to do than just plain old fucking and sucking, and that was when she got her idea. She had been sucking off these boys for so long, why shouldn't they suck her off for a change. She just seemed to suddenly remember that was one thing that she had been missing. She never did have her cunt sucked. None of the boys ever mentioned it, and she didn't know whether it was because they didn't want to do it, or whether they just never thought of it. Well, she had thought of it, and if they wanted to continue using her pussy and her mouth, they were going to have to learn to use their mouth also. Her cunt was tingling with anticipation as she walked into the woods.
She brought up the subject right away, and they weren't as reluctant as she thought they would be. Maybe it was because they were afraid that she would actually cut off their pussy supply, or maybe they actually hadn't thought of it and didn't mind having a try at it. It didn't matter what the reasons were, as long as they did it, and she was going to let them start right now. She stripped completely naked as usual, while they only took off their pants, but she didn't mind. She was only interested in them from the waist down anyway, except for their mouths right now, and those were right out in the open anyway.
She didn't want to take any chances on them arguing over who was going to do it first, so she just laid down on her back and pointed to one of them and told him to get down between her legs and told the other to kneel down astride her chest so she could get at him at the same time. She smoothed matters over by telling them that as soon as they were finished, they could change positions, and that way she could suck them both off. Neither of them had eaten a pussy before, but the prospect of her sucking them off made it a little easier and the first one got down and examined his meal. The other one stood over her, straddling the two red tipped mounds of flesh and lowered himself to his knees and bent forward until his cock was pointing directly at the luscious red lips.
As she felt the first touch of the tongue on her tender pussy meat, she reached up and grabbed the other boy by the ass and pulled him down to her as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The boy between her legs had hardly started yet, and she loved it already, and it only made her more eager to devour the meat that she had in her mouth. As far as the one getting his cock sucked was concerned, this was going to work out just fine. It would be worth eating pussy to get a blow-job like this. She had always given a good one, but now she was going at it with an extra vigor. Even better than when she was getting fucked at the same time. , And to the one between her legs, it wasn't bad at all. It seemed like the sexiest thing he had ever done, and his cock got as hard as a rock as he dug his tongue into the soft meat and savored the sweet, tangy taste of it. He licked around until he found the little meaty hole and slipped his tongue inside, and ran it around the soft, smooth meat that his cock had been in so many times.
He never stopped to think that he was sucking the very hole that all the boys had shot their loads in. He just concentrated on enjoying himself, and the more he enjoyed it, the more she enjoyed it and she passed the pleasure on to the cock that she had in her mouth and its owner enjoyed it too.
The cunt eater moved his attentions upward slightly and encountered the little flap of flesh that stuck out near the thicker top of the lips, and as he sucked it into his lips her hard little knob popped out and he began to lick it with his tongue. That was all Carol needed.
She was aware that the dick she was sucking on was about to let go its load, but she just couldn't help herself and she opened her mouth and let go of the meat as her guts exploded giving her wonderful torturer a face full of hot, juicy cream. And as the scream started to leave her throat, the cock that was still poised above her open mouth let go, and her scream turned into a sort of gargle as her mouth filled with come.
She would have preferred just laying there for a few minutes, just relishing the delightful feeling that still pervaded her body, but there was still one boy whose dick was so stiff and so urgent that he didn't even bother to wipe the girl come off his face before he climbed on top of her as the other boy had.
She figured, what the hell, there would be plenty of time to rest later. Too much time in fact, before she would be able to hold another meeting with two other boys.
She swallowed a couple of times to get rid of the come that was still in her mouth, then opened wide for the next customer. She knew that this round was going to be a slightly different story. This boy would probably shoot his load right away, but the other boy, who she could now feel between her legs had already shot his, so he wouldn't be as eager as the last one. And she had already shot hers, so it would take her a little longer. It would wind up as just a nice, long, leisurely pussy eating session.
Carl was the boy she was eating now, and she had been right. He himself knew that he was just about to let go, and that was the reason he climbed on her so fast. He knew that he wouldn't have much time to enjoy her mouth but even a little time was better than spilling it on the grass. But when he had emptied himself and she had drained the last drops from him and he went a little way away from them and sat down to watch, he recalled all the times he actually had spilled his seed in her grass. And in his handkerchief. And in the toilet. And in a dozen other places!
Although he had never eaten pussy before, he had dreamed about it a lot as he did his spilling. He was sixteen years old, and he had never even seen a naked girl until he was eleven, and then, the naked girl he had seen was his own new-born baby sister. He was surprised when he found that his mother didn't mind him watching as she changed the baby's diapers.
As he thought back on it later, he imagined that she figured he was old enough to learn something about sex, since he had not as yet asked any questions about it, and they had been reluctant to bring up the subject.
He had been so shy that he had never even questioned the obvious growth of his mother's belly when she was pregnant. Oh, he knew what was going on all right, but he did his best to appear not to notice anything.
It was true that she was shy, but he did have a dirty little mind. It was full of girls, and full of the things that could be done with them, but he had never done anything, and the closest he ever came to seeing them nude was the magazines that he found in his father's drawer under the underwear. Of course, he had seen all kinds of girls in their teeny-weeny bikinis on the beach, but the magazines showed more. The only area that still had him puzzled was the area between the legs. All he could see in the pictures was a mass of hair. He knew there was someplace down there for a boy to stick his dick in, but he couldn't even imagine what it looked like.
He knew what a mouth looked like though, and from what he read in some of the dirty books, there were an awful lot of girls who were not at all reluctant to let a boy put his dick in it.
So up to the time that he finally saw what a girl had between her legs, his jerk-off dreams consisted mainly of imagining that his fist was a girl's mouth. And he was one of the early starters. It was not long after his eleventh birthday that he found that he was able to emit a satisfying stream. He could remember almost the exact date that it first happened because it was only about two weeks before his sister Ann was born.
He didn't get to see much of the baby for the first couple of weeks. In fact, hardly anybody did, except his mother and father. And from the few good looks that he did get at her, he could understand why. She was so tiny and fragile that he was actually afraid to go near her. He was afraid that he might breathe on her too hard, and she would blow away.
But after awhile, she began to get bigger, and his mother didn't mind if he hung around while she was feeding her or changing her. But he still didn't get too close. He was curious of course, but he was still apprehensive.
Then finally, one day, the big moment came. His mother had the baby laid out on a big white blanket on the living room couch and was starting to change her. Carl was watching from the other side of the room, when he saw his mother reaching around in back of her with one hand as she held the baby with the other, as if she was looking for something.
Then she said something to the effect that she had forgotten to bring the baby powder downstairs, and she told Carl to come over and sit beside the baby so that she wouldn't fall off the couch while she ran up and got it. He never stopped to think at the time that it would have been just as easy if she had just told him to go up and get it. He figured later that she had done it on purpose so that he would have a chance to examine his sister's body. Which of course was exactly what he did.
She was still only a tiny thing, but she was a girl, and she was stark naked. And the way she lay there, and kicked her legs in the air, he had no trouble at all seeing what she looked like. At least he thought he was seeing everything, and he had to admit that he was a little disappointed. All he could see were two fatty folds running down between her legs almost to where he had spotted her little asshole. Only when she kicked her legs wide once or twice did he have any indication that there might be something more inside. All he could see was a flash of pink flesh, and then he heard his mother coming back downstairs.
He quickly turned sideways to her so that it would appear that he was looking at her face all the while. It wasn't until much later that he began to figure that his mother knew different, but she didn't say anything and just went on about her business of cleaning and changing.
After that, it was nothing unusual for him to stand nearby and watch while the baby was getting her diapers changed, or even to sit near her head and play with her to take her mind off what was happening to her down below. But he never did get a chance to actually look inside of those fat little pussy lips, and his jerk-off dreams just took on a slightly new dimension. That of a pair of lips between the legs as well as the ones in the face.
And though most of the stories he had read consisted of a guy fucking a girl either in the pussy or in the mouth there were, although to a lesser degree, references to a guy eating a girl's pussy. And since he still didn't have a good enough idea of what a pussy really looked like inside, and exactly where the cock went in, he just pictured those kissable, chubby cunt lips in his mind, as he shot another stream into the toilet bowl.
Now at least he had some kind of an idea of what all that hair concealed, and the only thing that puzzled him, was what fun could a guy get out of licking something that was covered with hair? But never mind-it was just the idea of the whole thing that intrigued him.
As Ann began to grow up, he saw less and less of his little sister's pussy, and it was just when he wanted to see more and more of it. By the time she was three years old, he found himself effectively cut off from any more of his voyeuristic pleasures.
He guessed that his mother figured that he had seen enough for the time being. So for about a year or so, his sex life was a blank and consisted only of vivid memories as he dispensed load after load into the toilet, his handkerchief, the grass, etc., etc.-until Carol came along.
Carol was pretty, and all the boys knew that she liked them as well as they liked her, but she was awfully hard to get close to. There were six boys, all around the same age that hung around together, and although they talked a lot about girls, he doubted if any of them had any more experience than he had. They probably had even less, because most of them didn't even have a sister. But they tried to act big, especially in front of each other, and they all took turns inviting Carol to go someplace with them. Even he joined in the act.
But evidently, she didn't realize how inexperienced they were, and figuring that she knew what they were after, she always turned them down. Until one day, out of a clear blue sky, she surprised them all by accepting an invitation from one of the boys.
Carl guessed that the one that was accepted was the most surprised of all, as he was not the biggest, not the handsomest, not the most vocal, but he must have just accidentally opened his mouth at just the right time. And the rest of the boys stared, open-mouthed, as the two of them marched off in the direction of the woods. "Strolled" would be the right word to describe her walk, but "march" was definitely the right word to describe his. He looked as if he was being led to a position in front of a firing squad, but they had to give him credit. He sure was game!
None of them figured that anything was really going to happen, but they just remained out there on the street playing ball and horsing around, waiting for the outcome. It wasn't until almost an hour later that they spied the two of them coming back up the street. And this time the guy wasn't marching. He was practically limping, and it appeared that she was marching him home. She had him by the arm, and she didn't turn him loose until they were right in front of the rest of the guys, and then she left him, and kept going on her merry way toward her own home. None of them missed the big smile on her face.
And when the guy walked over and joined the crowd, everybody stood there, waiting for him to say something, but all he did was open his mouth and smile an even bigger smile than she had been wearing. He looked like he had been hypnotized. After a couple of the guys shook him into a sort of semi-conscious state, the only thing that he could say was that his" dick would never be the same again.
Naturally, that aroused everyone's curiosity, and although all of the boys were apprehensive, the first time that Carol led them into the woods, they went, and when they returned they could understand the reason for that stupid smile on the face of the first boy.
Needless to say, not a single one of the boys was a cherry when he came out of the woods. And the more often she went into the woods, the more of a tiger she became. Soon, one boy at a time was not enough for her.
When she had finished sampling each and every one of the boys, and had found no fault with any of them, they figured that it was time to go around the circle again. But Carol had different ideas. Instead of taking the first one with her again, she took the first two. And both of them came back looking as if they had taken an overdose of silly pills. And that was only the start. It wasn't long before she wanted three at a time, but that was where she seemed to have overstepped her capabilities. No, not exactly her capabilities, but more, her hunger. Give her credit, she really did try. But it just didn't work out too well. Everybody seemed to get in each other's way. She finally had to settle for two at a time.
And that was the way it had continued until this day. Carl suddenly snapped out of his reverie as he saw the activity on the grass in front of him begin to whip up into a frenzy of motion. His friend Paul had already gotten into the swing of things, and he was driving the female body into a whirlwind of passion. Carl could almost taste the pussy himself as he watched her legs whipping through the air and saw her hands grasping desperately at the tufts of grass beside her. He rubbed his hand over his face and smiled to himself as he felt the stickiness. Paul was about to be baptized too.
And Paul was baptized, and he didn't mind it a bit, as by now his cock was just about as hard as it could be again, and his own belly was on fire with renewed passion. And as Carl watched Paul pull himself up until he was on his knees, and saw him run his hand across his mouth, he could also see that he was ready for some more of something. Anything. He was ready himself, but he was interested to see what was going to happen next. He knew that Carol was due for a rest period, but it didn't look as if she was going to get it. For a fleeting moment, he thought that this might be a lesson for her, but he soon dismissed that idea. He knew that Carol could keep this up all day and still wind up guiding them home.
He didn't have to wonder what was going to happen next for very long, because as Carol still struggled for breath on the grass, Paul was leaning over her and his superbly hard cock was pointing straight at the hole that was thoroughly moistened by his saliva and her come. Carl doubted that she had any more come in her, but he knew that Paul was certainly going to find out. And he also knew, from the feeling in his dick, that if Paul failed to bring forth any more of her juices by the time he had released his, he was going to take over and at least try. He couldn't be sure if she had any better times with any of the other pairs of boys, but he knew that this was going to be the very best time that she had with him and Paul. They were no longer the shy kids of a year or so ago.
Paul wasn't thinking about his past experiences now as he pushed his rigid, throbbing cock into he thoroughly wet hole. But he had a few of them. He had been one of the newcomers to the block, only arriving shortly before Carl came on the scene. He had come from a small town in the Midwest where sex was no real secret from him. His folks had a small farm, and although they only had a few cows and one lonesome looking bull, it didn't take him long to learn how milk was made and where calves came from. That lonesome looking bull was never lonesome for long.
When he was small, his mother tried to shield him from the facts of life. He remembered how she argued with his father when he wanted to take little Paul out into the pasture with him. His mother was one of the old fashioned type who would even put on her nightgown over her clothes before she took them off to make sure that no one could see her body. He often wondered about it as he grew up. How did he ever come to be born? He figured that she would only allow his father to make love to her at night in a dark room so that he wouldn't be able to see her precious body. And he figured that she only allowed him to do what he did because it was her wifely duty. But his father was entirely different.
Although he didn't go too far into the subject of sex, he did get some kind of a kick out of sneaking his son out to the bam and teaching him how to milk cows and seeing the delighted look on his son's face as he let him try it himself, knowing that the little hands were getting at least some kind of a thrill out of squeezing those soft, warm titties. And then as Paul began to grow, he would take him out into the fields and let him watch the bull mating with the cows. It didn't make too much of an impression on the little Paul, except that he wondered how come that old bull was so eager to go from one cow to the other.
It didn't take too much more growing up though before the answers started to come to him slowly but surely. That big rod that the bull was shoving into the cow was the same thing as he had in his own pants. And then it began to dawn on him that animals were the same as people, and he could picture his father as being the bull, and his mother the cow. He was well aware of what a cow's cunt looked like, but seeing as how a cow was so much bigger than a woman, he figured that if he sort of scaled down the size in his mind, he would have a pretty good idea of what a human female looked like. The same as if he scaled down the massive rod that the bull possessed, it would come closer to his own. All in all he was not far wrong.
However, the more knowledge he gained from observing the farm animals, the more curious he got about the human animal. Especially the human female animal. He did go to a little school about a mile or so away, and it was there that he had his only contact with females around his own age. But they were all farm girls and always wore blue jeans and all sorts of baggy clothes that made them almost look more like boys then girls themselves did. As he looked at the blue denim covered crotches he tried to imagine a smaller cow's pussy under them, but he had little luck.
In a kind of desperation, which of course was brought on by a growing and steadily insistent cock, he resorted to a little sneaky-peeking around his own house. There was no way of him knowing about the way that the girls that he saw in school were carrying on with some of the boys behind the barns and haystacks, as he had been sheltered to the point of shyness, so he had to take what was on hand. He knew from his mother's face that she was beautiful, but so far that was all he had seen of her. Except maybe once in awhile a glimpse of her arms when she rolled her sleeves up to do some washing, and even the sight of the slim, smooth bare arms was enough to set his imagination running rampant.
He knew there wasn't the slightest chance of seeing either his mother or his father in their bedroom, as not only was the door tightly locked at all times when either one or both of them were in there, but also all the lights were turned out so he couldn't even peek through the keyhole. Anyway, he wasn't interested in seeing his father, so he had to concentrate on somehow catching his mother with her pants down, so to speak. And it wasn't long before he found a way.
The shower was outside, but attached to the house. Sort of like a small room sticking out from the wall of the room that his parents slept in. The entrance was from their room, and the outside was a pretty solid enclosure of wooden boards. The shower itself consisted of merely a tank of water on top of the house which normally was replenished by natural, soft rainwater. You simply pulled a cord which would open a valve and let the water down onto you through a spray nozzle until you were wet enough to soap yourself, and then let it go. When you were thoroughly soaped and ready to rinse, you pulled the cord again and washed the soap off.
To a farm boy, it was an ingenious set-up. It was almost as good as when they first got their indoor toilet But as far as Paul was concerned, the old-fashioned shower had one more advantage for him. It was made of wood. If he could do it at the right time, when his parents were both far enough away from the house, he was sure that he could pry open a crack big enough for him to see through, but that they would never notice. It had to be done carefully, because if he accidentally made it too big, they could notice the light shining through, and if he made it too small, he wouldn't be able to see through it. It would only have to be a little slit though, as once you pressed your eye against it, just like a keyhole, you would be able to see almost the whole room.
And he got his chance one Saturday when he was home from school and both of his parents decided to go into town to do some shopping. They left him in charge of the feeding and care of the animals, but as soon as the dust from the car faded away down the road, the animals were completely forgotten. He ran directly to the shower room to look at the situation over. As he examined it carefully from the outside, he saw that it was going to be a more difficult job than he thought. The boards were overlapping from the top all the way down to the bottom. There was no way of just prying two boards apart a little bit.
But he didn't give up that easy. He even climbed on top of the room to see if there was any way to get between the shingles. No way. But as he looked down from the roof along the side, he found the one possible chink in the armor. The outside corner where the walls of the shower that were attached to the house met the outside connecting wall. The boards didn't seem to come together there so that they were as foolproof as the walls themselves. He jumped down from the roof to look them over more closely. He was right. There was a square beam about six by six running up from the ground to the roof, and each side of the shower wall was nailed onto it. He had found the one thing that he had overlooked.
The boards were close enough together, and nailed tight enough alright, but it was possible to pry one of the boards out just a fraction and be able to look through he resultant opening. The only problem that remained now, was which board to pry. He walked around the structure several times trying to figure out where a person inside would be standing under the shower, and which board would be most convenient to loosen. He even took an iron bar and pried a couple of boards loose and stuck some straws through them and went inside to see where the straws were pointing. When he stood under the shower nozzle and looked at the straws, he could immediately see which one was pointing in the right direction, so he went back outside and hammered all the other boards back into place and concentrated on the right one.
With just a little more prying, he was able to make an opening that he could see very nicely through. It was on an angle looking toward the door that led in from the house, and he couldn't see the actual shower area too well, but if everybody did like he did and stepped back from under the water when they were getting soaped, there would be no problem at all. But all he needed was a little slit to see through, so he slowly hammered the board back into position, taking quick looks all the time, until the board looked like it was in place, but he could still see through it very clearly. Now all he had to do was wait for someone to take a shower.
That night, his father decided to take a shower while his mother was fixing supper. Needless to say, he was disappointed, but it was at least a chance to try it out. He didn't really need an excuse to leave the house, but soon after his father went into the shower room, he told his mother that he was going to take a last look around the yard to make sure that everything was alright. She thought nothing of it, except to remind him that dinner would be ready pretty soon. He chuckled to himself as he thought that as long as his father made it in time for dinner he would too.
There was only a small naked bulb hanging in one corner of the shower. Just enough to let the person in there see what they were doing if they took a shower after dark, which they usually did on a farm, and just enough to let the eye that was pressed against the little opening at the corner to see what was going on inside. And as his father automatically stepped back from the still dripping shower head to soap himself up, Paul immediately compared him with the bull that he had seen fucking the cows out in the pasture. He was really hung.
Paul's eyes almost popped out at the sight of the huge balls that hung down even lower that the long, fat cock. There was a large mat of hair around it, but it couldn't conceal the amount of meat that was protruding from the belly. Of course the immensity of his father's sex organs was only in the mind of the child that was surreptitiously observing them. He was unconsciously comparing them with his own rather underdeveloped ones. But although the sight fascinated him, it only made him more anxious to see what the other sex looked like.
After supper, his mother went in to take a shower, but he had no excuse to go out this time. Especially with his father sitting right there in the room with him knowing that there was no chores to do. But he knew that his time would come, so he just relaxed and bided that time. And it came not two days later. After supper, his father decided that he would go out and fix one of the fences before it got too dark, and his mother, having cleared away the dishes, said that she was going to get cleaned up so that she would be ready for bed by the time he got back. Paul didn't know whether that was a kind of sneaky invitation for his father or not, but he did know that here was his chance.
He picked his books up off the sideboard and wandered into his room as if he was going to do the homework which he never did anyway, and waited until he thought the right time had arrived. With his ear pressed against the door of his room, he could tell the difference between the sound of the outside door opening which told him that his father had left, and the sound of the door to the shower room closing, which told him that it was time for him to be on his way.
He waited a few minutes however, because he knew that the place that his father was going to was quite a distance away, and he wanted to give him time to get far enough away. The land was flat, and it was still light enough so that if his father happened to turn around and look back, he just might see him hunched up against the wall of the shower room. And Paul waited and waited, and although he knew it had only been a few minutes, enough was enough. He couldn't wait any longer, and as he quietly opened his door and tiptoed out through the front door, he could hear the sound of the shower running. He knew that he had plenty of time, but he still just couldn't wait.
He looked around carefully first to make sure his father was nowhere in sight, then he crept silently over to his personal peep hole. To say that he was not disappointed would be putting it mild. His mother was even more beautiful than he had pictured her. She was an entirely different person without all those voluminous dresses and petticoats on her. She was gorgeous, and he fell in love with her at first sight. It didn't seem as if she was his mother any more, she was just a beautiful girl. Something like the ones that he had seen in the newspapers advertising brassieres or panties. What a pair of tits!
He could see the rising in his pants as he watched her soap herself. She did it so slowly and lovingly that it looked like she was caressing herself all over, and he began to caress the hard meat in his pants as he watched her spread the soap tenderly over the round, pink-tipped globes that protruded provocatively from her chest. And as his insides screamed more, she unexpectedly gave him much more than he had ever dreamed that he would see.
He found out that his mother was human after all as he watched her rub the soap between her legs. She did it so lovingly and for so long that he knew that she had to be playing with herself. She looked as if she was actually trying to shove the small bar of soap up her pussy, and he stared in awe as she spread her legs apart slightly and sort of squatted down and pushed the bar entirely up into her body. When she took her hand away, the soap had disappeared, and she stood up straight with her legs together and rubbed her thighs together and wiggled her ass as if she was doing a little dance, and all the while she was massaging her soapy breasts, and although he couldn't hear anything, she looked as if she was moaning ecstatically.
He didn't even think to watch for his father's return anymore as he pulled his hard dick out of his pants and jerked off in rhythm with his mother's masturbation antics. He watched wide eyed as she opened her legs and he saw the bar of soap pop out of her pussy, only to be quickly replaced by her hands as she sought to quickly finish the job. Mother and son let go their loads at the same time. He squirted his juice all over the boards in front of him just as she squatted once more and he could see the rich cream running down the inside of her thighs and spilling onto the shower floor. And as soon as the initial heat of passion haa" left him, he decided that it was time to get out of there, and he ran quickly over to the other side of the yard and was sitting there on the fence as innocent as a lamb when his father returned.
He jerked off many more happy times in front of that little peephole before his pleasures were taken away from him for good. He never did get caught at it, but it was only a few months later that his father decided that the farm wasn't going to be able to pay off any longer, and he decided to sell it and move away. They wound up in this town, where his father, having a pretty expert knowledge of farm animals, managed to get a pretty good job in a meat processing plant.
He did like it a little better here where there were a lot of kids his own age to play with, but he missed the farm and the animals and especially his little peephole. He could find no way to set one up in this new house that they were living in, so he had to rely on his memories as he lay in bed at night and played with himself. Until one day, along came Carol.
And after Carol came along, there was no need for him to lay in bed at night and play with himself. He only got to be with her every third day, but in the meantime he had to conserve his energy in order to survive that day. And he really didn't mind what he was doing at all. He would do just about anything Carol wanted him to, as long as these little meetings lasted. He was ready to come again, but he was aware that the body underneath him was practically drained and wouldn't be able to respond in kind. It didn't matter. He knew that she was enjoying herself anyway. As long as she had a boy on her she was happy, whether she could come or not, and when he had emptied himself in her and started to get up, he looked over at Carl and saw that she was going to still have a chance.