Chapter 9

Glen looked at the condition of Maxine's naked body. It was perfectly obvious to anyone that the youngster had just finished participating in a wild fuck. He leaped up from bed and started jerking his clothes on as fast as he could move his big body. She started getting into her panties and bra but he stopped her.

"Listen, stay in bed," he told her. "We'll use the obscene caller as an excuse. You look too thoroughly fucked to ever fool her otherwise. Just keep quiet and let me handle everything."

Maxine did as she was told. She scampered around the bedroom picking up her cast-off clothes, then dived underneath the sheets and lay with her eyes closed. -Glen barely managed to have his last shoe on when Mildred hit the front door. He gave her a big hug and kiss.

Mildred smelled the food in the oven and went into the kitchen. "What happened?" she asked. "There's dinner in the oven that hasn't been touched. Didn't Maxine cook for you like I asked her to? Where is she, anyway . . . did she go over to Trudy's house and leave you here alone. What's been going-"

"Just calm down, honey," Glen told her, pushing her gently into a chair. "She's in bed. Everything's all right now."

Then he told Mildred about the obscene phone caller and how it had upset Maxine. He explained that she wasn't sick or hurt, just a little nervous about it.

Minutes later after she had visited Maxine in her bedroom, Mildred returned and served dinner to Glen. As they ate she cursed the man who had made the call.

"The dirty old bastard!" she fumed. "Talking all that filth to a child. It would have been bad enough if I'd been home to answer the phone, but to pour filth like that into a little girl's ears-a creep sonofabitch like that ought to be shot like a dog!"

She turned to Glen and added in whispers, "It doesn't surprise me that Maxine got so upset over it. You see, she's always been an especially shy little thing. I'm afraid that monster said words into her tender young ears that she's never heard before in her life. It probably embarrassed the poor little thing to death just to hear them!"

Glen chocked on the mouthful of food he was chewing and had to spit it out onto his plate to keep from gagging. Even more difficult was the attempt at keeping a straight face.

"What's wrong?" cried Mildred. "Is there a bone? I don't see how a bone got-"

"Oh, no," he broke in, recovered, " .. .it's not a bone, I just ... uh ... must have swallowed some water into my windpipe. Stupid of me. Please excuse me."

Jesus, he thought to himself, has that little harlot ever got the wool pulled over her mom's eyes!

Within an hour they were in bed together. Glen tried several times to use some subtle excuse and get out of the encounter. He was dog tired after his bout with Maxine such a short time before. But Mildred was so horny she won out. Even the idea of Maxine hearing them didn't faze her tonight. She told Glen she was sure Maxine was already asleep. "Go in and see for yourself," she offered.

Why not take advantage of an opportunity to get one more look at the kid's sexy body? He tiptoed into the bedroom as Mildred cleaned up the table. The minute he got close enough to the bed to see her curvy little shape in the dark, he was hooked. She was wearing the nightie her mom always made her wear, all right, but the way it fell open over her ripe tits made them sexier than ever. And under the cover was the trim outline of her long, slender legs. He bent over her to sneak a better look. Hell, maybe she really was asleep.

But the second he was within her reach, she snaked a hand from under the covers and grabbed him right in the crotch. She giggled and whispered from somewhere in the mass of blonde hair spread across her pillow.

"Looking for some more pussy?" she teased, maintaining her gentle hold on the front of his pants. "Take a peek in here and I'll show you what I've got to offer."

He straightened up. "You better keep quiet, you little minx," he warned, amused at her playfulness in spite of himself. "If your mom saw you make a grab for me like that, we'd both be in dutch. I gotta go back now, honey. Sleep tight."

But as he walked away from the bed, she pulled the covers to her ankles and jerked her nightie above her waist. It was fun to tease him. "Take a look!" she said in a stage whisper. "I'll have to show it off to you if you're afraid to look for yourself. See? It's nice and wet, just waiting for somebody's stiff cock."

He couldn't help stopping in his tracks to gaze at the morsel of juicy meat she displayed, 'the dim light in the room was just right for him to see her moist little lips glistening up from the center of her soft blonde curls.

"Come take a smell if you don't believe it's ready to be fucked," she giggled.

"Get your ass covered up and go to sleep, you naughty little flirt," he warned, "before I tell your mom on you." He turned and walked out of her room.

"Fat chance!" he heard her hiss behind him as he closed the door.

When he entered the kitchen Mildred said, "Well? See what I mean? She's sleeping like a log, isn't she?"

"Yeah," he replied, "just like a log. You were right."

Mildred looked down at his fly, obviously puzzled. She put her arms around him and said, "Why, Glen, you've got a big hard on!"

He hadn't counted on her being quite that observant.

"How come?" she pressed.

"Oh ... I... so I do!" he mumbled. "If you must know, Miss Curious, I was thinking about how nice it's going to be to get your clothes off and get in bed with you."

"Oh, Glen,'' she exclaimed, "you sweet man!" She threw her arms tighter around him and gave him a big kiss.

Jesus, he thought to himself, you gotta think fast around this fucking household!

As soon as they hit the bed she went down on him before he even got his shorts off.

"Let me attend to that,' she cooed. "I'll be glad to take care of those tight old shorts for you." She reached in and grabbed his prick.

"I can't wait, honey," she whispered, her breath already wafting across the head of his cock. "Here, let me bring it out through your fly ... see, you don't even have to have 'em off all the way. I can blow you just fine by just pulling out the head of it and going to town on you, you great big hunk of man!"

The next thing he knew, Mildred had her face against the front of his shorts and was using her mouth on him like she hadn't eaten enough that night for dinner.

"Ummm, go, baby," he encouraged her. "Go right ahead and lick it for me. I was really needing this."

Mildred worked industriously on his stiff shaft with her hands while her tongue caressed the fat end of it. He lay back with his hands on her tits and gave them a good going over with his fingers. She let one hand fall to his balls and milked them gently as she sucked. Then she made a move that surprised him. She poked her hand down between his legs and began playing with the puckered opening between his ass cheeks. He began to like it. Soon she was entering his asshole with her forefinger and moving it to the rhythm of her sucking mouth.

"Hey, something new, huh, baby?" he groaned.

Without taking her mouth off his prick, she rolled her eyes up and met his. It was obvious she meant the asshole business as something extra. She nodded her head as she sucked.

Both his hands were on her tits. She took one and pushed it between her legs. He toyed with her clit for a short time but that wasn't what she wanted. She took hold of it and pressed it on through her thighs. He felt his fingers being pushed between the firm globes of her ass. So that's what she wanted-the same thing she was giving him!

Not many women in Glen's life had ever liked to fool around with assholes. Whenever he found one who did, it got him very excited.

"Want some of that brown-hole stuff, huh, Milly?" he said, his voice deepening with passion. "You're sure gonna get it then. I love that kind of shit, but I didn't know you did." He stuck his finger up her ass and felt her settle backwards on it with obvious enjoyment.

"Ahhhh!" she exclaimed, exhaling with pleasure. The force of her breath added a new dimension to the blow job she was putting out.

Their double rhythm sent hot waves of enjoyment through their genitals and flooded their whole bodies with excitement. She jammed her ass back and forth on his finger with increasing urgency. Taking her lead, he responded the same way to her. Soon his butt was rocking against the bed with the same driving power. Now he could see her face again-at least when her flying hair permitted him to. He saw that her forehead and cheeks were streaming with sweat and her eyes were closed. From time to time he could clearly view her luscious mouth sliding back and forth over the head of his hot, rock-stiff tool. She had him awfully close to climax, she believed. Now was the time to encourage what she wanted from him. She suddenly jerked her mouth off his cock and did a little U turn in bed, leaving his prick pointed straight at the center of her ass.

I hope he likes to give a girl a little up the asshole, Mildred thought to herself. I'd sure go for having his big cock up me back there. My asshole's so hot I can barely feel the difference between it and my cunt crack ... here it comes, I think!

Mildred got her wish. The sight of having her brazenly shift her position had him hot as a firecracker. When he saw her plump ass slide in front of his prick he could hardly wait to use it on her.

"Shit, Milly," he cried, "you shoulda told me before you went for this. I could fuck you in the ass till I went blind!"

"Oh, damn," she yelled, "I can feel you knocking at my back door right now. Shove it in, lover-I need it bad back there!"

Glen had his sturdy missile aimed straight for her even as she egged him on. Before she had hardly shut her mouth, he bucked forward and slammed it in her.

"Ooooooh!" she groaned.

He hit his stride fast, increasing his thrusts in both speed and depth of penetration.

"Oh ... oh ... oh!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch as he crammed the meat to her.

In her new position he could see her big tits jiggling against the bed like a pair of fine melons. He reached around her ass and took a nice handful of tit, still prodding his cock up her ass as he did so. He set his other hand on the small of her back for traction and began throwing the meat to her like a bull.

"Oh, Jesus," she yelled. "Oh, my God, you're splitting me open . . . you're ... oh, damn . .. you're breaking my ass like a cantaloupe-but I love every fucking minute of it!"

"Take it, baby!" he yelled. "Take my prick in all the way to your tonsils . . . take this ... and this ... and this!"

She was sweating like a horse. Her tit felt like a heavy greased beach ball in his palm. He felt his come boiling up fast.

"Here it comes, honey," he groaned. "You better be ready for it. Oh, Jesus, you better be ready for it! I'm gonna shoot you full of it . . . full of it ... oh ... oh .. . oooh!"

He sent a stream of hot come spewing up her ass that set her off like a bomb. An explosion wracked her cunt that made her whimper like a puppy and root her face into the bed sheet. She lay spread-eagled on her stomach and enjoyed the sensuous feel of his cock growing limp in her asshole. Finally it got so short it came out. She felt a trail of sperm along the upper backs of her thighs as Glen rolled off her body and flopped on his back. She turned on her side and grasped his spent, come-wet cock in her fingers. She lowered her head to his groin and kissed the damp little animal with her lips in one last gesture of affection before they both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning when the alarm clock went off, Glen didn't want to get up. When he complained about it she reminded him they couldn't let Maxine know he had spent the night there. From what he now knew about the girl, it was a big waste of energy to hide the fact he was fucking her mother. She already knew it and didn't give a damn. But he had to keep up appearances to Mildred. As he stumbled into his clothes, still quite sleepy-eyed, she spoke to him.

"Some people don't have to worry about waking up together in the morning," she said archly. "They get married."

The word snapped Glen wide awake. "Now, now," he answered lightly, "you wouldn't want to do anything that serious, would you?" He was afraid that her little suggestion was only half in jest and wanted to squelch the idea before things got out of hand.

"Get out of here, you big lug," she said. "Don't worry. I wouldn't have you even if you wanted to.

There are a few other guys I'd have to quit seeing if I was married."

She turned over and went back to sleep. He thought she was pulling his leg but her words made him think as he sneaked out the door. Did she have other lovers? He shouldn't be jealous, since he also had other women on the string. But he found himself being so. The thought of some other man stripping Mildred's clothes off and getting to see those fine big tits and ass of hers was pretty disconcerting. Then he thought of her lying on her back and throwing her legs open for some guy to slide his prick between.

The bitch, he thought to himself, I wonder if she bares that juicy cunt of hers for a bunch of other guys?

He drove away with the idea still on his mind. To take his mind off her, he began thinking of a girl he'd just met near his office. She was tall and thin, slimmer than Mildred and a few years younger. I sure would like to get into that babe's panties and see what kind of cunt she's got on her, he thought to himself. I bet she's a horny bitch. Wonder what it would feel like to have them long, skinny legs of hers wrapped around my ass. Whew! He guided the car onto a freeway ramp and found he'd given himself a big hard-on.

Back at the Lester household, Maxine was just getting up and getting ready for school. She felt great. The memory of being licked and sucked off by Glenn was still strong in her mind. She pranced into the bathroom, removed her nightie, and hopped into the shower. As soon as the warm water hit her smooth naked skin she felt life flow into her veins. She spread her legs and gave her pussy and asshole a thorough washing, her plump tits jouncing solidly on her chest as she moved.

She turned her face to the shower and let her mouth fill with water. There was an especially bad taste there. She was reminded at once of the new thing she had done with Glen. "Yech!" she said aloud, spitting out a thick stream of water and filling her mouth again. "Wow, how could I ever have taken that big dirty cock of his into my mouth?"

She washed herself thoroughly and watched vainly as the water flowed over the high-set points of her fully packed tits. The warm temperature of the cascading stream made her nipples relax from their usual tautness and spread, almost losing themselves in the rosy circles of the surrounding areolas. The thought of having Glen's prick in her mouth was still with her. The idea of doing it still seemed terribly nasty and remembering how wantonly she did it made her face flush with blood. But there was another feeling, too. A feeling she kept pushing, not very successfully, from her mind. It had felt awfully good to have her mouth full of the filthy thing ... so good that it made her pussy tingle just to remember the act. It had been so big in there, with her tongue worming around it... so big and juicy.

She turned off the water, toweled off her tanned skin, then dried her hair. She brushed it dry, took one last look at the naked curves of her body, then returned to her bedroom. She took a clean pair of panties from her drawer and stepped into them in the middle of the room. One ankle got caught and made her stagger sideways a couple of steps before she got control. She giggled and grinned at herself in the mirror, finally pulling the sheer undergarments tight on her firm bottom. She did a little step and watched how the sheer material clung to her plump ass and the full swell of her cunt.

A wicked thought assailed her. As she got into her bra, she thought of the girls in her class who had nothing to fill one with yet. They didn't have to struggle with one every morning and could come to school with their still-undeveloped titties demurely concealed under nothing more than their blouses. But what if they wore no panties? Some of the high school girls, she knew, were permitted by their mothers not to wear bras no matter how big their tits were-but every girl she knew wore panties. Of course, most of the ones in her class had little more to cover up than two plump ridges of tender flesh with a slit down the center. But a few, like she, had curls of hair on their quims. How would it be if a girl with hairs on her pussy left off her panties some day at school ?

Then the boys would really get a thrill when the skirt blew in the wind or happened to ride up high enough when she bent over. Maxine thought of how the boys at school always tried to sneak a look up her skirt even though they were the same ones who kidded her unmercifully about the size of her precocious jugs. She giggled to herself as she finished dressing. If they ever got a shot up some girl's dress and saw a nest of hair there, they'd probably freak out. And as for the older boys around school-or the ones at the high school a few blocks away-they would probably get a big stiff from it. As she ate breakfast with her mother, she found the idea still in her mischievous brain.

"Don't forget, honey," Mildred reminded her daughter. "Today's the day you go to try out for the modeling job. You do whatever he says, now, and be courteous and nice. If you could get that job it'd help out quite a bit here."

She promised she would. But if Mildred had been at all aware of Mr. Blevins' real purpose for setting up the session, she would have never allowed her innocent little girl to go there-much less have told to do "whatever he says."

Mildred left for work immediately after breakfast but Maxine had one more little detail to attend to before she set out for school. The idea that had occupied her mind all through breakfast was about to be acted on. She picked up her school books from the living room table, but instead of heading out the front door for school, she made a detour into her bedroom. It only took a few seconds. Without even removing any other clothes, she raised her miniskirt and slipped off her panties. She lifted her dainty ankles through the leg holes and tossed the scanty little things back into her dresser drawer. She giggled to herself and did a pirouette as she passed the big mirror. What fun! she thought to herself. You can't tell any difference at all just from looking at the outside of my clothes. But anybody that gets a glance high enough up my skirt will sure notice something different.

She left for school then. As she walked down the street the sensation of fresh air circulating past her naked pussy was exhilarating. She smiled to herself as the breeze wafted through her soft blonde curls. It was fun to have such a naughty secret with no one else on the street suspecting anything. It wasn't like going without a brassiere. When you did that, everyone could tell by just looking closely enough at the way your tits stuck out against your blouse. Leaving off your panties was quite different. Nobody but the girl who was doing it could guess what was happening.

At school she went through the entire morning with no one aware of the delicious secret she kept to herself underneath her skirt. And the feeling of freedom was exciting. Besides feeling the air circulate past the sensitive surface of her naked little cunt, there was quite a difference in the way the seats felt. Every once in a while she would have to change positions to keep her slightly moist ass from sticking to the wood. Once in a while if she leaned forward with her elbows on the desk, even the pouting flesh of the hairy quim itself would get plastered to the seat. And when that happened, the sensation produced when she gingerly raised her bottom made a little shiver go up her spine.

At the office, Mildred's phone rang and she found Mr. Blevins on the line. He reminded her about the after-school appointment with Maxine and Mildred eagerly confirmed it. She was sending a taxi for her, she told him, to make sure she'd be there on time. He was quite pleased and said if it proved at all possible, he'd try to work her into the modeling position.

"Oh, you do remember," he added, "that I-we'll need her to model mostly underwear?"

"Yes," Mildred acknowledged, "you mentioned that. I don't think Maxine will have any trouble doing it. And of course I don't mind. I'm sure you have a completely private place in the studio for her to change in and out of her things."

"Oh, of course," assured Mr. Blevins. "We'll make sure she has a completely private place to disrobe between changes."

Mildred had a bit of a second thought.

"How many people will there be around there?" she asked him. "I suppose a few technicians have to be on hand to take care of the lights and cameras. But I hope there won't have to be too many there. I mean, Maxine's not a youngster that's overly shy. But still . .. you know how a little girl might feel wearing nothing but undies. Especially since I won't be there."

Her misgivings about the situation gave Mr. Blevins a great idea. He spoke up at once. "Of course I understand your concern," he said. "Listen, here's what I'll do. Since it's her first time at this and she's so young, I won't even use the crew. Cameras aren't necessary for me to get an idea how she will work out. I'll let the crew go and make sure-for her benefit-that there's no one there but me. I'll have her do walk-throughs in the articles I need her to model with no one seeing her except me."

"Oh, would you, Mr. Blevins?" said Mildred. "That's very thoughtful of you. I know it's extra trouble."

"No problem," he replied.

Mildred hung up the phone, feeling much better.

And so, for quite a different reason, did Mr. Blevins. He hadn't planned to have anyone else present anyway but he hadn't figured out a way to explain things afterwards to Mildred. She had now provided him with a perfect excuse herself.

He leaned back from his desk and put his hands behind his head. Swiveling from side to side as he dreamed with relish of what pleasure he'd soon have. It would be so great to be able to see the sexy young thing in the scanties he'd provide her with. He had everything planned perfectly. He would sit in the director's chair in the darkness and have her come out under the lights in outfit after outfit. He'd easily be able to open his fly and get his hands on himself without her suspecting a thing. Anything else that transpired depended on how she reacted. If she proved tractable enough, and if certain minor adjustments became necessary on the garments she was wearing....

He felt his old prick swell in his pants at the thought of getting his hands on the girl's lovely naked skin. It would be awfully arousing just to be able to touch her arms, neck, or maybe her ribs. As for anything else-well! He visualized the way Maxine had looked a couple of years before at the company picnic. He had certainly noticed her then, but there had been no way at all to gain access to her at the time. He recalled with great clarity how her darling little titties had already begun to bud. Now, two years later, the girl would undoubtedly be more provocative than ever. He grinned evilly to himself and pictured the youngster half naked in the undies he had waiting for her.

That afternoon at school, Maxine sat in class with her unpantied little ass on the warm wood of her classroom seat. No one had noticed her secret all day to the best of her knowledge. She felt awfully saucy about it. Maybe it was time to give chance a helping hand. Idly, feigning complete concentration on a book, she crossed her legs. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw two or three boys take notice and gaze admiringly at her pretty, tanned long legs. But that was commonplace. She had something more daring in mind.

With her nose still in the book, she nonchalantly touched a fingernail to her thigh and scratched it lightly. She saw all the eyes on her as she did it. She let her hand fall between her legs and scratched herself on the inner side of her thigh, then raised her hand again to the desk. The motion only took seconds, but she saw the boys swallow hard and stare longingly at her legs. Now that she had their attention she was ready to really give them something to look at.

She switched legs, crossing a well-turned ankle over the top of her thigh, and allowed the hem of her skirt to stay high on her upper thigh. That oughta do it, she thought to herself. That oughta give 'em a nice shot of beaver.

She saw one boy's eyes bug out. The other boy almost wrenched his neck out of joint. Both gazed at her crotch with unswerving attention, at the same time trying to keep anyone else in the classroom from seeing what, they were doing. Maxine was so amused she had to work hard to keep herself from giggling out loud. She began rocking one leg, as people do out of idle habit. She felt the air circulate through her naked cunt hairs and knew the boys could see now even better than before. One got so caught up in watching her that she saw his tongue slip from his mouth and lick his lips.

At that moment she noticed another onlooker that surprised her very much. Besides the two boys that had a dead shot on her hairy crotch, she saw, one the other side of the aisle, a girl looking at her. It was her friend, Trudy! Oh well, she thought, it doesn't matter if a girl sees. I don't have anything down there that she doesn't have. Except maybe lots more pussy hair.

She assumed Trudy would simply think it was funny and then turn back to her book. But this didn't happen at all. To Maxine's great surprise, her little brunette friend stared at her naked cunt with every bit as much apparent interest as the two boys!

Hmmm, she thought, that's weird. But she didn't think too much more about it. She sat there with her leg limberly rocking for a few more minutes, getting a big kick out of watching the boys' reaction. When she happened to glance back in Trudy's direction, she saw that the girl still had her eyes trained straight between her legs. But there was something more. The expression in Trudy's dark eyes was what caught Maxine's attention. She seemed to be looking at her with the same kind of glassy gaze as the boys. If it hadn't been for Trudy being a girl, Maxine would have thought she was actually getting a little turned on by it. Strange, she thought, but even though she had no explanation for it she didn't concern herself with further thoughts about any possible reason.

When the bell rang for the next class, Trudy caught up with her and put her mouth to Maxine's ear. "Hey, you better watch out," she whispered excitedly. "Did you know you're not wearing any panties?"

"Yeah," replied Maxine in a quiet voice, "but I was hoping nobody would notice. I was in such a hurry when I left home this morning I ran off without any." She didn't feel up to admitting the real reason for the omission of the important undergarment. "I thought I saw you looking at me real funny during class," Maxine continued. "But I wasn't sure if you could tell what I'd done."

At first Trudy's eyes narrowed and she seemed a little scared that Maxine had caught her looking. Then her face softened and she gave a little laugh. "Yeah," she admitted, "I guess I was looking at you kind of funny."

She didn't elaborate on the remark but Maxine had the feeling there was more she could have said. "Thanks for telling me," she told Trudy. "Guess I better be more careful with my legs if I want to keep anyone else from getting a peek."

"Doesn't it get kind of ... uh ... kind of sticky and uncomfortable when your naked skin touches the seat?" asked Trudy.

"A little bit," replied Maxine. "But there's one thing good about it. The air comes between my legs and makes my pussy feel real breezy when I walk."

"Yeah?" said Trudy, her eyes sparkling. "Really? Wow ... seems like that would be kind of groovy!"

"It is," said Maxine. "Ha ha ... maybe I'll do it on purpose sometime. You ought to try it too. As long as you keep your skirt down and watch how you sit, nobody can tell you don't have any on."

"Jeez," exclaimed Trudy. "I'd be afraid to do it. Those darned old boys would probably notice it. I sure wouldn't want them looking up my dress and seeing everything I've got."

Before the last class of the day, Trudy caught up with Maxine in the hall again. "There's something I meant to ask you," she said. "Could you stay over night with me this weekend? We've never done that. I already asked my mom and she says it's okay."

"Oh, thanks," said Maxine. "That would be fun. I'm not sure if I can or not but I think there's a good chance. I'll ask Mom tonight when I go home and call you Saturday morning."

"Groovy!" exclaimed Trudy. "I'll be waiting for you to call. Hope your mom'll let you."

And she was off down the hall. As Maxine walked toward the exit where the cab was supposed to be waiting she started thinking. Could Trudy's invitation to stay overnight at her place have anything to do with the way she was looking at her in class? No, that was silly. What would be the connection? But she still felt a bit curious about it.

The cab was waiting and she was at the company where her mother worked within minutes. She was ushered into Mr. Blevins' office and found him sitting behind a huge mahogany desk. He rose and graciously greeted her, then asked her to have a seat. He was older than she expected, with white hair and a considerable paunch. But the thing most noticeable about him was his eyes ... but not their color or appearance. Although he seemed to be trying to hide the fact, those black, piggy little eyes were taking every opportunity to peer right up Maxine's short skirt!