Chapter 5
One more day! Unable to concentrate on the figures on the paper, Mabel dropped it onto the desk and leaned back, looking at Wilbur.
One more day, lover! Then this whole fucking thing is coming off-and I did it! They didn't think I could, the bastards-but I showed them, honey! I showed them all. I may have a cunt rather than a cock and balls between my legs-but I can have any cock and balls walking around. All I have to do is hump toward them, and give them one whiff of my pussy juice. They come running then, Wilbur. Not that any of them can stand up to you, but cock is cock. I have to settle for what I can get.
Her cunt was itching again, even though Jack had been in this morning to fuck her properly before he went off to school. But school was out now-even the boys in the band were out scattered around, helping the workers with their last-minute set-ups and checking of equipment.
The boys . . . Jesus, those two kids have sweet cocks. I wish I had them right now, one in my pussy and the other in my mouth. Jerry, Tim-come here, you little fucking bastards!
That's what I need-those little bastards fucking!
She sighed, hating herself for thinking of fucking at a time like this; but her cunt was crawling again with the desire to feel a swollen cockhead sliding over the soft flesh of the walls. Those boys are beautiful-and just the right age. They don't think they're God's gift to women just because they're lucky enough to have cocks. That bastard, Jack-I don't know why I put up with his shit. Jesus, I feel like I pissed my pants-but it's only pussy Juice! I need cock!
Wilbur? She looked him right in the eye. I hope you don't mind what I'm going to do -but I am going to get those two kids to come back here and fuck me! It's not as though I was corrupting them, because I already did that. So maybe I'm a fucking bitch, a whore-I can't help myself! I need that cock!
She shoved back from the desk, mind made up, and got up. From the window, she could see the midway street below the office, but nothing more-although the sounds of the workmen carried clearly. She put her head out of the window but none of the boys were visible.
So, shit-I go looking for them!
Just as she was pulling in her head, a small figure came out of the Tunnel of Love, ducking around the corner of the building. It wasn't Jerry or Tim, but maybe the boy was heading to where the others were working. She'd check it out first.
It was a lovely day, warm, the sun shining. If the weather held like this for the weekend, then the opening would be perfect. And the weather forecast was good. So Mabel felt good as she walked along the Midway-her Midway, waving at the workers. About a hundred yards from the gate the road forked into a Y; the pitch games, Fascination concession, ski-ball, were down the left fork. The Tunnel of Love was to the right. The separate strokes curved back on each other, meeting at opposite ends in the little park with the calliope. Mabel took the right fork.
As Mabel walked along her street, she was making up a song in her mind. Sweet fucking Mabel, she was laying on the table, her asshole waving in the air . . . Then along came a fucker, who decided he would suck her . . . She couldn't think of anything properly horny to rhyme with chair, but she hummed the tune over to herself, liking what she had come up with so far. Maybe a good closing line would come to her later.
Fucking Mabel! Yeah, Wilbur, your old
Mabel is a fucking fool, that's for sure!
The Tunnel of Love was one of the largest buildings in the park, but once you got away from the hearts and flowers and Cupids painted on the front and walked around to the side, it didn't look much different from a warehouse or a garage. There was no one in sight in the little alley that ran between this building and one of the two funhouses-Wilbur loved the funhouses best of all, so he built two. The one here was in keeping with the love/Cupid theme, but he had given in to his own imagine and built a more conventional haunted house over on the other street.
Shit! She stopped, looking around. I'm sure that little fucker came in here! Where is the little bastard?
She kept on, to the back of the building, then stopped again as she turned the corner. The boy was there, the youngest-looking one of the six. What's his fucking name ? Oh, yeah Dave. Dave Troller. Let's see, he's fifteen. But he sure as shit doesn't look it-he looks more like twelve.
Dave was standing in profile to her, watching something out at the edge of the field. He didn't see her there, and now he was opening his fly and taking out his cock to take a leak.
Sweet merciful Jesus! Mabel couldn't believe her eyes. Is that thing for real? It looks like that rubber prick Wilbur brought home for a gag that time. Honey, you may look twelve on the outside, but where it counts you are very definitely a man!
The boy was shaking the last drops from his cock, skinning the foreskin back to rub the glans with the ball of his thumb. His eyes closed, his feet moving apart to give him a stronger base for standing, and his back arched to bring his cock forward. Now his fingers were sliding over the surface of his shaft, and Mabel could see it growing harder. He cupped his palm over the head of his cock, fucking into it a few strokes; then returned to jerking off, speeding up now that his cock was standing hard again.
Oh, no! She licked her lips. You're not going to waste that juicy piece of sweet red meat, you little son of a bitch! Maybe you're cherry -shit! I hope you are cherry! Because I'm gonna pick you right off the tree! Hold on, honey-Mabel's coming! Pretty soon we'll both of us be cumming!
Eyes still closed, Dave did not see her as she approached, although she was sure he would hear her heart pounding. Mabel was close enough to touch him now; her tongue darted out over her lips again as her mouth seemed dry. She worked her throat to bring up some saliva as she decided whether to say something-or just grab his cock.
"What?" The boy sensed her presence at last, and opened his eyes-to find that he was staring straight into Mabel's face. "Oh, Jesus --! "
"Don't worry, honey-Dave, honey."
Christ, I can feel that thing pushing my pussy now! Shit, you hired that cock two weeks ago, Mabel! What's taken you so fucking long to get to it!
"Jeez, Mrs. Love-I'm sorry!" He was trying to stuff his cock back into his pants, but the hard-on was too big to fit into his shorts. It was still standing hard-Mabel was pleased at that.
"It's okay, Dave-I don't mind at all. There's nothing wrong with taking a little break when you feel the need to scratch yourself. I always say, if you itch, scratch-and I've got a pretty big itch of my own. Why don't you scratch it for me?"
"Mrs. Love!" What the fuck-does she mean it? The boy was confused. She's talking about fucking . . . I think. I hope! Jeez, maybe this is my chance to get into a real pussy, rather than just rubbing off between Sissy's legs. Shit, Sissy won't ever let me fuck her-she's been reading that crap about brothers and sister producing idiots when they fuck together.
"Don't be embarrassed, Dave." Mabel's arm was around his waist, her other hand reaching down to touch the swollen flesh of his shaft, drawing it back out into the open again. "You've got a nice big one-but I bet all of the girls tell you that." I bet you treat them all right, too-the little bitches! Sure I'm fucking jealous! What woman wouldn't be jealous just knowing that other cunts were getting a taste of a cock like this?
"Mrs. Love, we shouldn't be doing this!" The boy was looking right down into her dress now, seeing her tits. Shit, I can see the nipples. Christ, they're big! I wonder what it's like to kiss them? I wonder what it's like to shove your cock into a real pussy-and fuck? I hope she's going to let me do it!
"Stop, worrying, Dave." Mabel was breathing hard, her tits rising and falling with each intake of air; she was hugging the boy to her now, and he felt the weight of her left tit against his chest. All he had to do was reach up to touch it . . .
Shit, she wants it worse than I do! He let his left hand come up, reaching over to lay his fingers gently on the curve of her tit. But he didn't know what to do next. Mabel looked up at him, smiling.
"I've got an idea, Dave-let's go inside the Tunnel. There's an emergency Exit back here. Nobody can see us in there."
"Yeah." Shit yeah-I sure as shit don't want anybody to see me! Maybe I'm gonna do it wrong, and make a fool of myself! I wish I had some fucking experience-at fucking! Yeah! To fuck, you need fucking experience!
The door was sticking a bit, but the boy tugged it open, and then they were behind the scenery. They had to climb a short flight of stairs to get up above the level of the water-filled channels that carried the boats, and then they were in the storage area for the extra boats. Mabel could see fairly well by the light that came in two windows in the back wall of the building-and then she decided that that was a bad thing.
Shit, the kid is nervous enough as it is. I don't want him to have a fucking heart attack! Although what a way for a kid to go!
She found a place where she could step through the scenery, and into one of the boats that was already in the channel. It rocked heavily as she put her weight into it, bumping against the wooden wall; then she was sitting down, the boy coming in after her.
Dave stepped across her, his cock almost in her face-and suddenly Mabel reached up to grab him, stopping him that way, one foot on either side of her legs. She reached out her tongue to taste the head of his cock, and the boy shivered.
"Oh, wow! Jeez, Mrs. Love!"
"You ever have a blowjob, Dave honey?"
"Uh uh! Never!" I don't count that faggot Kenny in the sixth grade. Besides, I wasn't big enough to cum then anyway. "I've never done anything like this!"
Sweet Jesus, Mabel! He is a virgin!
"You've never had a girl, honey?"
He shook his head. "Not like this."
Mabel sighed, happily-and was suddenly diving down onto his cock, taking it all the way into her mouth. The boy stiffened, his back arching-and then he was shooting his load, spattering her throat, choking. His hands went automatically to her head, holding on tight as he humped against her face until the last of his cock juice was slipping past her tonsils.
Then he sagged away, letting go of her head, ashamed of what he had done.
"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Love! How can I make up for that? I don't know what to say-Jeez, I'm sorry!"
Mabel shook her head, clearing her eyes; then she laughed.
"What is there to be sorry for, Dave? The whole idea of the sex game is to get your rocks off. You were kinda of sudden, I will admit-I don't think I've ever seen anyone blow his wad so quickly. But I don't mind."
"Jeez, you don't mind that I came in your mouth?"
"No, honey-I liked it. You've got a sweet taste, one of the nicest I've ever had."
Sweet fucking Jesus! Is she nuts? She eats cum-what other crazy thing is she gonna do ? Shit, Dave, you better get your ass away from this crazy woman! Fuck the band and the thousand bucks!
But Mabel had ideas of her own. She was unbuttoning the top of his jeans now, undoing the buckle and sliding the pants down over his hips. She paused when the pants were at his knees, and pulled his shorts down to the same level. His cock was sticking straight out from his belly, and as she bent forward to pick up his foot, it struck into the valley between her breasts.
Then she had his pants off the one foot, following it with the other, and the boy was standing bare-assed before her. Mabel ran her hands up the backs of his legs, feeling the fine down that coated them even though his hair would have been invisible even in bright light. Here, with nothing but a red emergency bulb for illumination, he was little more than a shadow in front of her-but his prick was plain to see.
Mabel honey, if all boys today are built like this kid, then it's time you gave up men! Boys are better fucking anyway. They can stay with you longer, cum more often, fill you full of their fucking! Shit, what could be more perfect than a stiff cock like this and a horny boy behind it to push into you?
"Aggghhh, God! Dave, honey, how are you at fucking? Think you can work that stick in and out of my pussy without problems?"
"Jeez . . . sure! If you really want me to, Mrs. Love."
"What the fuck do you think we're doing here?" she asked. Then she laughed. "Honey, don't worry-Mabel is going to take care of everything. Skin out of that shirt-I like my boys to be buck naked when they climb inside of me. Fucking with clothes on makes it seem too much like you're doing something sneaky, in a hurry-as though you're ashamed of fucking. And I'm not ashamed of anything I do. How about you?"
"Sure, Mrs. Love-I mean, no! I guess not -I'm not ashamed, no!"
"You're having fun, aren't you, honey."
"Yeah! Sure!"
He was pulling his polo shirt over his head while Mabel undid her blouse, not wanting to wait any longer for him to do it for her. Then she was standing and undoing her skirt, letting it fall to the bottom of the boat. She stepped out of it, the little boat rocking to their motion, and then she lay back in the boat. This one was in the shape of a swan, and the curve at the back was in just the right position for her shoulders to rest against-as though Wilbur had designed the boat for just this purpose.
Is that right, Wilbur-you horny bastard? Did you really want people to fuck their way through the Tunnel of Love ? She was sure that he was grinning down at her from wherever he was, saying, Of course, Mabel! What the fuck else is it good for?
Now Dave was kneeling between her spread legs, holding himself over her as though afraid to touch her. Jeezus, Dave! You're really doing it! Your cock is pointed right at her pussy! Shit, my balls are so hot I think I'll cum without even touching her!
Then Mabel was reaching up to help him, her hands sliding around him, pulling him down to her until his weight was against her tits. She felt his smooth skin against her own, his cock pressing against her belly; and she humped up against him to make him slide down farther. Then he was probing between her legs, his stiff swollen head battering at her crotch without finding the proper location. She let her hands slide down his back, finding the cheeks of his ass and cupping them, then taking his weight and lowering it to the proper position. Then she was bringing him back up again, the lips of her cunt gaping wide to accept the approach of his cock.
Oh, Christ I No! No! I'm in her, I am really in her!
The swollen head of his cock was against the mound now, pressing through the fleshy outer lips, feeling its way to the proper angle and against the proper passage. Mabel pulled down on her groin, feeling the passion surge through her entire body, her tits so engorged that they seemed to be on fire. Then she thrust up against him, suddenly, capturing the head of his cock and sucking it within the channel. Now he was two inches inside her-and then she humped again and he was entering her all the way, bottoming out, his cock riding up through her loins, pressing against her guts, battering at her womb.
"Aggghhhhh, Christ! Do it, honey! Fuck me!
Fuck Mabel! Fuck meeeee!"
Now Dave began to work against her, awkward, not knowing what to do. Mabel tried to hump with him, to control the movement, but her position in the boat did not permit the proper degree of direction. At last she pulled down on his back, sighing.
"Stop, Dave-this isn't right. It's no good."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Love! What's the matter?"
"We need a bed-but there's no bed here. Turn over. Keep your cock in me, but let me get on top."
The manuever was difficult, but at last they were in the position she wanted, Dave resting his head against the back of swan, his arms out on the edges of the boat, his legs pressed tight together and his cock and balls sticking straight up into the air. Now Mabel was lowering herself onto him, kneeling astride him, her hands on his shoulders. She felt his cock at the entrance again, hesitated a moment-then threw herself down against it.
Ah, Jesus! That's it! That's good! That's beautiful! Honey boy, I'm going to teach you how to fuck yet! Hang on, Dave baby-hang on!
"Hold on, Dave-we're going to Hell!"
"Yeah, Mrs. Love-yeah!"
Their bodies slick with each other's sweat, Mabel let herself slide down his belly as his cock went all of the way into her body, forced to the last fraction of an inch by the full weight of her. Her tits were crushed against him until she rose up again, and now she was leaning over him, her breasts going on either side of his face, smothering him. His hands went up as he tried to work free of this breath-stealing mass, and she took pity; then she was feeding the one to his lips, delighting in the cool/hot feel of his mouth as he sucked down on her.
But she couldn't hold the position, as slick as she was with sweat; her body was sliding down on him again, carrying her down onto his cock, the stab of his cock throwing a fountain of delightful fire up into her. She pulled herself up again, with more difficulty this time as the amount of slick increased, and dropped once more. A dozen strokes she managed that way-and then she felt the sensation that meant she was there, at the goal that she had been chasing for all of this time. Her body was ready to release her energy in the one great explosion.
"Honey, hold on! I'm cumminnnggggg!"
The boy was trying to work against her now, trying to fuck up as she was coming down, throwing his own weight into the forceful movement, feeling the outer lips of her cunt sucking at his balls as she bottomed out. And now he knew that his own load was ready to explode. His balls were filled with the tickling pain that meant they could not hold back any longer.
"Let me up!" he cried. "Let me up-I'm cumminnnggggggg ! "
He clawed at her back, but Mabel was collapsing against him, dropping down onto him as her cunt flooded out its juices, soaking his crotch, soaking the seat of the little boat. And now the boy's cum was mixed with her own, the two blending together, his spurts rising up through her passage to add the last taste of joy to the act of their fucking. Even though she felt ready to collapse from the strain of the ride, felt as though her heart were trying to explode in her chest, she did not want to give him up, to climb off his beautiful young cock.
At last they stopped working together, were still together, Dave's arms limp around her body, Mabel's face against his shoulder. The burning sensation was gone from her cunt now, the nipples of her tits no longer aching-although sensitive even to the feel of the boy's body beneath them.
"I came," he said. Jesus, I really did it-I fucked her, and I shot my load into her! I really fucking did it! Shit! "I'm sorry-I wasn't wearing anything. But I couldn't help it."
"It's okay," she said, softly, lifting her lips to kiss him gently on the curve of the cheek. "It's all right, Dave-I'm using the pill. I won't get knocked up."
Holy fuck, Wilbur-he's the best one yet! And in this crazy fucking position. What will it be like to have him in a real bed?
She knew that she was going to have him in bed at the very first opportunity.
Shit! I'm going to have them all in bed--every last one of them! There's only three more to go, Mabel-you've already tasted three of the boy cocks. Why stop now? You might as well fuck every kid in the band!
It was a beautiful thought. She milked his cock with her cunt muscles, making the boy gasp; his hands were pushing against her.
"Jeez, Mrs. Love-I can't! Not three times in a row!"
What the fuck have I got myself into? Doesn't she ever get enough, for Chrissake? She'll fuck me to death!
Mabel laughed, patting his ass. "It's okay, honey. We can stop now. We better save some for next time."
Next time? His heart jumped. She's gonna let me do it again! Shit, Dave! She's gonna let you fuck her again!
His eyes closed, his cock jumped in her cunt, almost stirring into hardness-and then there was a sudden and very loud rattling. It stopped, and came again-
And the boat was moving beneath them . . .