Chapter 6
It was almost a celebration party as they finally continued on their way to school. Two days ago Aggie had her cherry removed, and today, thirteen year old Ellen had become a woman. She had just shot her first really satisfactory load. But now Aggie had something to think about. Although she had caught up with Ellen in the cherry department, she was now behind her in the orgasm department. Well, maybe when she was completely healed up and ready to fuck, she would catch up there too. It gave her an incentive to work on.
Carol was working on something else. As she headed for her own school that same morning, she was entirely unaware that her kid brother had just sucked and fucked himself silly, but her mind was recalling the events of the day before yesterday when she herself had been fucked and sucked silly. As much as she had been worn out that day, she had been already to go again the next day, but unfortunately she had not made any appointments. But the day had passed, and after she got through with this day of school, she would have the evening ahead of her. There would be two different boys to work with this time, and she was wondering if they had gotten the message from Paul and Carl that she was now interested in having her pussy eaten.
She would have been very disappointed to know that only one of the scheduled pairs of boys would be, showing up on this particular evening. Mark and Louis were next on her schedule, but poor Mark was at this very moment laying home in bed with cramps in his stomach that were driving him up the wall. It could have been a touch of the flu, or maybe something that he had eaten, but when it came right down to it, it wasn't the cramps that was actually driving him up the wall, it was the thought that he was going to have to miss his appointment with Carol this evening.
Not that Louis minded having Carol all to himself, but he was just worried about whether he could handle so much responsibility. He had heard about her new craving for a mouth job, and rather than repelling him, it only turned him on more. As far as Carol was concerned, he was willing to try anything. He was so smitten with her that all she had to do was snap her fingers and he would sit up and beg. And as she was snapping her fingers at him in the woods that night, Mark was laying in bed, and although his pains had eased somewhat during the day, he knew what was going on out there amongst the trees and bushes, and it made him feel even worse.
His parents had kept Mark pretty well sheltered all his life. Especially his mother. His father may have disagreed with the way that he was being brought up, but he Was busy with his work all the time, and he had little choice except to go along with his wife. Even though he did have two parents, it seemed to him as if all he had was his mother, and although he really didn't understand what was going on most of the time, it would later dawn on him that she was actually jealous of him. And her jealousy made her extremely over protective.
Mark didn't know that his mother was actually furious at the twist of fate that caused her to be born female. Although she seemed to have accepted her role in life, she was actually seething inside. As far as she was concerned, it was a man's world, and females were only put on this world to entertain and cater to the almighty man's wishes and desires. It was true that she occasionally found the opportunity to enjoy her body, such as when her husband's terrifically long and wonderfully fat dick was deeply embedded in her insides, but secretly she wished that it was she who had that dick and was burying it in some other unfortunate female body.
She was as frustrated as a person could be, and when she was finally pregnant, she prayed just about every day that it would be a girl so that she would have someone to share her frustrations with. When the baby was born, the only thing that made her the least bit happy was hearing that it was alive and well. But the fact that it was a boy just drove her deeper into her normal depression. She had brought another cock into the world. How many girls would that cock penetrate during it's lifetime?
Even as she lay in the bed in the hospital waiting for the time that she could go home with her baby, she was wondering what she should do. She knew that it would be up to her to shape the boy's life. She could make him a woman hater, or a woman lover. She could make him a normal man, or a queer. His whole outlook on life lay right in the palm of her hands. What should she do? The very thought of her own son mounting a spread-legged girl almost nauseated her. Maybe she should just try to instill in his mind that girls were just as important as boys and he should have some respect for them. But she knew that an approach like that would be useless, as just as soon as he learned the difference between boys and girls, he would revert right straight back to his animal instincts.
She could only think of one thing to do. The whole world may hate her for her reasoning, but she didn't care in the least what the world thought. As far as she was concerned, she was the world, and the individuals that resolved around her were merely the planets that had become attached to her and were under her complete control. Especially this little baby boy.
Mark's mother would have made an exceptionally good lesbian, except for one thing. She didn't have any more regards for girls than she did for men. To her, every female was just a whore or a prostitute, and only lived to obey the whims of their masters and cater to their sexual fantasies. As a matter-of-fact, she really liked it when she saw two girls or two boys together. She didn't mind at all what they did together, it was when they separated into male and female combinations that she would get aggravated.
As a little boy, the difference between boys and girls didn't matter much to him. All he was looking for was someone to play with. Someone to climb a tree with or to race across a field with. The fact that an expanse of leg was showing didn't enter his mind at all. He had legs too, and what were legs for except to run and chase each other. And it would have taken him a long time to get the idea that girl's legs were more fun than boy's legs if it wasn't for his mother always trying to keep him away from girls. The more that he recognized what she was doing, the more curious he got. His mother didn't know it at the time, but she had defeated her own purpose.
When he realized that he was deliberately being kept away from girls, he only became more interested in them, and he wanted to find out what it was that his mother was trying to hide from him. So it happened that instead of leading a normal child's life, and eventually taking an interest in girls somewhere around the age of puberty, he would up having his first sexual experience when he was just barely past seven years old.
As far as he was concerned, it was a completely disappointing and very unsatisfactory experience, but his mother found out about it, and the violent way in which she reacted only made him look into the matters more deeply. One of the little neighbor girls, about six years old, managed to get past the watchful eye of his mother and was. playing with him in his back yard, and she was wearing a short play skirt that barely covered the very tops of her chubby thighs. Mark kept his eyes on the little legs, and during the course of their playful antics he got many a good look underneath the dress, but all he could see was a pair of yellow bloomers. He knew that it was what was underneath those yellow bloomers that his mother was trying to keep him from seeing. But why? What could she have under there that was such a big secret? He decided that he was going to find out.
He led their little games into a sort of wrestling match, which the girl didn't mind at all, and as he was bigger and stronger than her, it didn't take much time to pin her down. He laid his chest on top of her chest with his head facing towards her legs, and while he had her immobile he pulled her skirt up and pushed her bloomers down around her knees. All this took place right out in the open spaces of his back yard, but fortunately there was no one around at the particular time to see what was going on. His mother must have been awfully busy in the house, or too engrossed in some soap opera on television, because ordinarily she would have been looking out the window every few minutes.
But by some strange set of circumstances, he managed to get away with his little game. At least for the time being. And when he looked at the naked area between the little girl's legs, he couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. He was deeply disappointed at what he saw. He had expected to see something exotic, something strange, something that was worth all this fuss about keeping him away from girls, but all he saw was a little puffy crack running down between her legs.
After he had taken a good look, he pulled her pants back up and then just continued the wrestling session as if nothing had happened. They played together and had themselves a real good time for a little while and after awhile the girl left. His mother wasn't even aware that she had been in the yard, so it came as somewhat of a surprise when the girl's mother dropped over that evening for a visit and spilled the beans. It was nothing unusual for her to visit Mark's mother, as they were good friends and often exchanged visits. But the little girl's mother was an entirely different "sort of person, and when her daughter told her that afternoon that Mark had pulled her pants down, all that happened was that she got a kick out of it.
Mark's mother flew into a rage and went into a violent discourse about the beastliness of men and the self-indulged subjugation of women. And she said that not only would Mark never do a thing like that again to a little girl, but she was going to fix him so that he would never do anything to another girl. The little girl's mother was scared for a minute as she thought that Mark's mother was thinking of castrating him or something, but then she realized that she wouldn't go that far, but that Mark had some terrible times in store for him. She felt sorry for him, and as Mark's mother raved on, she vowed to herself that she would make all this up to Mark. She didn't know how right now, but she knew that she had to do something. Anything.
But as the only half-heard words of Mark's mother pounded against her ears, she began to get a glimmer of an idea. She would pretend to go along with her, but she would get her own kicks out of doing something behind her back that would probably drive her completely mad if she found out about it. She had to pretend to go along with her in order to gain her confidence so that she would be able to invite Mark over to her house once in awhile. When she promised to keep her daughter dressed in pants when she was in Mark's vicinity, it cooled his mother down a little, but she kept stressing the point that the damage had already been done, and every time he looked at that little girl, pants or not, he would know what she looked like. And although the girl's mother couldn't understand the reasoning, and she wondered what difference it made if Mark knew what a girl looked like, she also managed to get the point across that Mark was growing up in a world full of girls, and he had just better get used to them.
There were times when Mark's mother appreciated having his out of her hair for a little while, such as when she had shopping to do or someplace to go where it was inconvenient to be dragging a child along, and those were the times when the little girl's mother got her chance to straighten things out with Mark. She would volunteer to keep him for a few hours while the mother went about her business, and Mark's mother wasn't too concerned anymore as she figured that the other women felt more or less the same as she did. And it was true that Mark needed to play with little girls as well as little boys, just so long as the girls had pants on.
But the pants didn't stay on long after Mark arrived in the house. The first time that Mark was left with her, the mother took him aside and had a little talk with him. He knew that she knew all about what he had done, and at first he was a little apprehensive, but she soon calmed him down. She told him that what they did in her house would be their little secret, and he was pleased to find out that she wasn't mad at all about what he had done. In fact, she told him that she thought it was the most natural thing for little boys and girls to want to see what each other looked like but she told him that they shouldn't do it out in the middle of the "yard where anybody might be able to see them.
If it wasn't for the fuss that Mark's mother had made over the episode, she probably wouldn't have even thought about doing a thing like this, but she was a kind of hot-blooded woman herself, and the more she had thought about the idea, the more it intrigued her. She may even want to get in on it herself.
She told Mark that he would be able to see all he wanted of her daughter, but only if he didn't say anything about it to anyone. And Mark, knowing the consequences of his first transgression, wasn't about to open his mouth. As a matter-of-fact he wasn't that much interested in the idea anyway. He had already seen what she had and he had just about disregarded the idea of girls' bodies being of any further interest to him, but he figured why not? It would be a way of getting back at his mother for the bad time that she had given him, so he agreed to go along with anything that she wanted to do.
The girl's mother had had the whole thing planned and set up even before he had gotten there. She had had a little talk with her own daughter and had extracted the same promise from her about keeping her mouth shut and had told her just what to do. And when the setup had been explained to her, the little girl was much more enthusiastic about it than Mark was. She had never seen a boy with no clothes on before, and although her mother had told her all about boys, and even showed her some pictures of the male sex organ, she was eager to see it for herself. And her mother had told her just how to go about doing it.
Although she would have liked to have seen what happened, the mother decided that things might go along a little better if she just left them alone for awhile, so she just told Mark to go on upstairs to the girl's room where she was playing, and he could join her in her games. She knew what Mark was going to see when he walked into the room. Her daughter was stark naked and she was going to act as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. She was simply going to invite Mark to play with her and sort of let him take it from there. If nothing happened for too long, then she would also invite him to take his clothes off. And her mother would be sitting downstairs chewing her nails while she awaited the outcome.
And the outcome wasn't too long in coming. Mark had known that something like this was going to happen, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. He thought that they were going to sort of work into it and he had to stop and catch his breath as he walked into the room and saw the little girl sitting on the floor playing with a bunch of toy cowboys and Indians, and she didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Even though he had seen her at one time, and even though she was only a small girl, he had an idea that this was going to be better than he had thought. The stirring inside his pants told him that this was going to make up for all the yelling that he had taken from his mother.
He tried to act just as casual as she was, but her mother had briefed her well and as she kept a close eye on him, she could tell that his mind wasn't on the game. His eyes weren't on the spread-out armies on the floor. They were on the spread-out legs sitting opposite him. And although she was entirely unaware of what was going on in his pants, she had a pretty good idea of what was going on in his mind, and she decided not to wait before going into action as her mother had advised her to do. As far as she was concerned, the time was ripe and most of all, she was getting kind of anxious herself. Her mother's description of boys and the pictures that she had shown her had gotten her into a state where she was probably even more excited than he was. She didn't expect to see the same thing that was in the pictures, as her mother had explained that they were pictures of big men, whereas Mark was only a little boy, so even though he had the same thing, it would be much smaller, and she even illustrated it by showing her the difference between a big woman's pussy and a little girl's pussy. The child had gotten the idea immediately and it had only made her more anxious to get down to business.
When she casually remarked that maybe he would feel better if he took his clothes off, too, it was almost as if he had been waiting for her to utter those exact words. Deep inside of him, he had been wanting to join her in her nakedness, but he was a bit embarrassed. He had never been naked in front of any female before except his mother and that was just a natural thing as she had been changing his diapers since he was a baby and giving him baths almost every night. But this was something different. He now knew that he was much different from girls and he wondered if she would laugh at him when she saw his little meat sticking straight out like a little hard, fat frankfurter. But he wanted to do it, so he wasted no time after getting her invitation. He immediately stood up and started to strip.
He did it as quickly as possible so that he could try to hide his embarrassment by making it look like a casual thing, and as soon as he had everything off, with the exception of his shoes and socks, just as she was, he quickly sat back down and tried to hide his slightly red face by looking down at the floor full of toys. He even tried to conceal the area between his legs by keeping his thighs pressed tight together, but he soon found that it only made matters worse. His dick was so hard that it was sticking straight up along his belly and he knew that her eyes were glued on the scarlet head that protruded from the Y formed by his thighs and belly. But after only a few minutes he gritted his teeth and decided the hell with it. This was the whole idea in the first place and he just opened his legs and sat there and exposed himself to her just as casually as she was exposing herself to him. The only thing was, as yet he could see nothing that she had that was really of interest to him. It would take her mother to introduce him to the things that he had not been able to see and thus was completely overlooking.
The girl's mother waited for possibly a half hour and then she could stand the suspense no longer. She had to go up and find out what was going on. And they both looked up as she entered the room, but immediately put their heads back down again and concentrated on the game. The little girl did it because she was pretty well-prepared for it and even though Mark was more or less prepared, he was still feeling uncomfortable. But the mother noticed right away that the discomfort that she could see he felt didn't extend to the area between his legs. Whatever the feelings in his mind the feelings down below were quite obvious.
She was standing off to his side, and because he pointedly kept his eyes away from her, he couldn't see as well as the little girl could what she was doing. He didn't even notice the smile on the little girl's face as she watched her mother start to take her own clothes off. He couldn't know that the whole idea had intrigued her so much arid had built up such a passion inside of her that as far as she was concerned, it was to hell with everything. She was going to join them on the floor in their little games of cowboys and Indians. She knew that the little naked cowboy's dick was not big enough to get a good fuck out of, but she wouldn't mind a good tickling.
It wasn't until she plopped herself on the floor with them, almost between them that he finally noticed her, and although she tried to act casual as if she was just joining in the game, she watched him out of the corner of her eye and could see that as far as he was concerned, the game was over. His eyes were glued on her big puffed out tits, and her eyes were glued on the erection that looked as if it was about to burst through the skin that was now so tight that it was actually shining. She knew that there was no need to go on with the charade. It was time to go to work.
It was time not only because he was more than ready, but because the whole thing had to be gotten over with before his mother arrived to pick him up and she wanted to get him out of his heat and in proper condition to return to his own home without giving any indication of what had happened to him. She figured that she had just a little less than two hours. If she started now, it would be more than enough time.
She got up and walked over to her daughter's bed and sat down on the edge of it and invited both of them to come over to her. When they were standing in front of her, she opened her legs as wide as she could and positioned on of them at each knee. Her daughter had seen this before but she was still fascinated by the sight of the wide open pussy, but not as fascinated as Mark was. He was no longer looking at just an insignificant little crack, he was looking into a new world. And when she saw that his interest was more than aroused, she told her daughter to sit down on her lap and helped her to extend her legs so that the little legs were on the outside of each of the big legs and Mark was looking bleary-eyed into two pussies. A little pussy that was directly above a big pussy and his swimming mind only slowly began to absorb the fact that girls were more interesting than he had thought.
But even though he was seeing just about everything that he could possibly see, the girl's mother realized that he didn't have the faintest idea of what he should do about it, and she was also aware that he desperately did want to do something about it. She knew that he wasn't able to come yet, but from the look s of his rigidly quivering dick, she figured that some kind of an explosion was about to take place inside of him. And she didn't want to just watch it happen, she wanted to have something intimate to do with it, so she reached out and grabbed him around the waist and pulled him to her, with her daughter still sitting high on her lap, and as she guided him into place with one hand around his back, she guided the erect little sausage into place with the other hand.
He found the upper part of his body pressed warmly against the upper part of the little girl's body so that he was looking her straight in the face as he felt his dick being hotly caressed by a wet, contracting, meaty hole. And he felt the mother's hands on his hips as they pushed him ever so slightly back and forth and the feeling of his dick going in and out of that soft meat seemed to drive him crazy and it wasn't long before he took over the motions himself and all she had to do was keep her arms around him so that he wouldn't pull out altogether.
He was just about as hot as a seven-year-old boy could get and in his passion he tried to put his arms around the warm bodies but they were just a little too short so he wound up with his arms around the little girl and he could feel the backs of his arms rubbing against her mother's big tits. And as he pressed the little girl tightly to him, he reared his ass back and fucked as hard as he could into her mother's cunt. She kept it squeezed as tightly as she could and eventually she even began to feel the results of his actions. It wasn't a good fuck, but it was a very satisfactory tickle, and she knew that if he kept it up long enough she was going to be able to get her rocks off.
He kept it up and she did. He could feel her hands quivering on his ass and pulling him jerkily into her and the shaking of her body transmitted itself right through the little girl's body and into his, and as she suddenly grabbed his ass in both hands and jammed his crotch up against hers, he could feel a warm, wet liquid soaking his dick and running down the inside of his thighs. She had shot a load that she must have been saving up ever since her husband died.
As Mark lay in bed reminiscing, his hand almost unconsciously slid down between his legs inside his pajama pants and found that the memories had stirred his meat into an urgency of activity and as he gently massaged it, he recalled the events that followed. The wonderful woman with the little girl moved away when he was about twelve, and, therefore, he never did get to fuck the girl, who was about a year younger than him, but by that time, he was fucking her mother regularly, and the little girl helped him. He didn't need any help for the first fuck, but as he and her mother were lying there regaining their strength for the next round, she would heat them both up as she sucked some life back into his cock and her mother watched with pride as she watched almost his entire cock disappear into the little mouth. And as the beautiful thoughts flocked through his head and he jerked himself to a fast approaching climax, he wondered how Louis was making out with Carol all by himself.
Carol had been a bit disappointed at finding only one boy there, but she figured that it was better than nothing and she had better just make the best of it. She was glad to find that Louis had heard about her new requirements and was even gladder to hear that he approved of them. Right now she was lying on her back, holding her legs high in the air and spread them wide apart with her hands under her knees in order to give him all the working room he needed, but as she felt the eager tongue dig into her sensitive flesh, she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold that position for long. The way he was going at it, she was sure that this wasn't the first time that he had eaten a pussy.
Carol didn't know it, but Louis had a very pretty and very horny sister who was about twenty-three years old and married. She never did let him fuck her, as even though she was a hot bitch, she did have some sense. In the first place, she was looking forward to getting married some day and she wanted to save her cherry, but the main reason was that she was scared to death of getting pregnant by her own brother. But she never heard of a girl getting pregnant from swallowing a boy's come and she also knew that a boy's spit in her vagina wouldn't get her pregnant. So it didn't take much to figure out the safest way for her to get her cookies off, especially after she had given him a sample blow-job.
And they continued their fun and games right up to the present, whenever her husband was safely out of the house. She continued her part all the way through, but it was necessary for him to lay off for a short while after the baby was born. So as it stood now, Carol's pussy was only an appetizer. He would be having the main meal sometime this evening when his sister's husband went out for a night of bowling. And this worked out very good in another way, because he knew damn well that he was going to get his nuts off in Carol at least a couple of times, and that would make the coming blow-job from his sister even better