Chapter 8
The sirens were close now. Soon they would be just outside the door. Steff moved the barrel of the gun around inside her cunt. If she could just hit the right spot, she could have the "ultimate" climax. She had to do it before the police came crashing through the door.
"Oh, Christy, why didn't I realize you were trying to tell me you needed help. Why was I so blind?"
Christy had thought that perhaps Pasha was only playing some sick sort of game. When the post cards came, she knew he was sincere. She opened the mail box and there they were. She picked up the three cards and was trying to figure out who would be sending her mail. No one knew she was living with Stephanie. When she saw the pictures, she knew who they were from without looking at the signature. They were pictures of three restaurants. One was in New York, one in Madrid, and the last was a Parisian restaurant right at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. Pasha was going to be difficult.
She hadn't gone to the park since that day. She spent her afternoons reading in the apartment. When the doorbell rang, she was half-way through the novel she had been reading. It hadn't been very interesting, so she was quite relieved to have an excuse to put the book down. She tied the belt around the robe she was wearing, straightened out the folds (because she wasn't wearing anything under the robe), then cautiously opened the door.
She looked over the security chain and was shocked to see an empty doorway. A small voice from below said, "Ma'am, I'm collecting for the newspaper."
Christy looked down at the young boy. It wasn't the regular paper boy. He was a little younger than the regular boy. He looked like he was about nine years old.
"Where's Johnny?" the woman asked the little boy.
"I just took over his route. He moved to the other side of town," the boy replied. "My name is Ralph."
Christy undid the chain, opened the door and let the boy in.
"Well, Ralphie, I hope you have lots of success on your paper route. How much do I owe you?"
The boy opened a little book, flipped through the pages until he found the right address.
Christy thought, "He's so cute, I could just eat him up." For a moment a picture of Peter flitted through her mind, but she quickly dismissed the thought, "Two dollars and eighty cents is what you owe me, ma'am," the boy said in his most grown-up manner.
"You just sit right there and I'll get it for you, Ralphie." Christy was aware she was walking in a seductive way. When she was in the bedroom searching for the money, she was conscious of the fact that she was getting turned on by the little boy. "You are a sickie," she thought. "He can't be over nine years old." Without even realizing it, she found herself in front of the mirror, checking the cleavage. She saw in the mirror her nipples were stiff and sticking right through the robe. Quickly, she got the money and marched into the living room.
Ralphie was still sitting where she had left him on the couch. He smiled as she sat down beside him and counted the money into his hand. Christy was aware that the boy was not looking at the money, but at the opening of her robe. She covered the opening and handed him the money. The boy stood up and tucked the money in his back pocket without even counting it. Even though Christy had covered her breasts, the boy never stopped looking at them. When he stood up to put the money in his pocket, Christy saw he had a hard-on!
"You have the prettiest boobies I've ever seen," the little boy said, as he continued staring at her breasts.
"And you are the boldest little boy I've ever seen. Just how old are you?" the woman inquired.
"Fifteen," the child responded. "I know I look younger. Everybody thinks I'm a baby, but I'm not. I can prove it to you if you want me to. You won't though. I know everyone thinks I'm too little."
Christy was shocked! The words came pouring out of this boy's mouth almost as if they were rehearsed. Could he really be fifteen? He looked so young. He was absolutely adorable. His jet black hair hung in ringlets all around his innocent-looking face. It was such a striking face. What was it? The eyes! They were blue. Big blue eyes with jet black hair. It was so striking!
"How come you're not saying anything, lady?" the boy asked with those beautiful blue eyes staring at her. "Are you mad at me?" A tear started to appear at the corner of his eye.
"No. I'm not mad. Just taken a little by surprise." She closed the opening on her robe up to her neck as she asked, "Do you always go around asking women to look at their boobs?"
The boy sighed, turned around, and started walking to the door. "I understand," he said as he crossed the room. "I guess I'm never going to be a man."
"Don't be upset, Ralphie. Please come back and we can talk about this." Christy sat back on the couch and patted the seat next to her. "Come on. You sit down right here and we'll talk about your problem."
The boy turned around, his hands in his pocket, trying to conceal an erection. Christy smiled to encourage him. She could imagine his cute little cock all white and shiny and probably glistening with dew at the thought of just seeing her tits. She could feel her own moisture, wetting the robe where it touched her slit. "God, I haven't been this horny since...."
The boy sat down next to her.
"Now can I see...." Ralphie started as he sat down next to Christy.
Christy interrupted him, "Just a doggone minute, young man. You're just too eager for your own good. You have to learn to act like a gentleman when you're talking to a lady," she admonished.
The boy smiled as he noticed she had stopped holding her robe. It had fallen open enough so he could see the crease of her full, round white tits.
"You are so very pretty. Can I see them now? I've never seen a girl's titties before. I just want to see them," he said innocently.
Christy had never run into a situation like this before. His boldness made her absolutely speechless. She felt rather numb from it all. Her tits were absolutely on fire from his gaze. She knew he could see the outline of the nipples, because they were standing up damn stiff. Her legs were actually quivering her cunt was so hot!
She knew she should stop him, as he reached over and took hold of the lapels of her robe, but her arms were like lead. She kept saying "This isn't really happening. I'm having a sex dream and after I have an orgasm, I'll wake up and HI be all alone." She knew she was awake, though, because she could hear the boy talking to her.
The bold child had opened her robe so that her big breasts were completely exposed. He just gazed at the sight for a minute.
"They are so pretty," he said with awe. "I always wanted to see what a woman looked like there." His hands reached out and touched the warm, soft mounds. He ran his inquisitive fingers all around the moon-shaped tits, then he touched the hard pointed nipples.
"You shouldn't be doing this," the woman said weakly. "You're being a very naughty little boy." She knew he could tell she didn't mean what she was saying. If ever she had been a bitch in heat, it was now. All she could think of was, if he sucked them now, she'd come before he could whip his cute little cock out!
"Did you ever see a boy's thing?" he asked naively. Christy felt like she was still in a trance. She shook her head back and forth. It wasn't like her to lie, but surely this wasn't really her acting this way. The boy pulled his hands away from her breasts and stood up. He started to unzip his pants.
"No. You mustn't," she protested weakly.
"It's only fair. You showed me your boobies," he answered logically as he finished unzipping his pants. In a second, his fresh, white dick was out of his shorts. He held his hand on his hips as he displayed it to the amazed girl.
"It's not very big, but it sure is stiff. My brother's is twice as long, but he's older. Do you like it?" the boy asked as he stood on the couch so that Christy could get a better look. The girl was transfixed! She knew she was a mess. Her cunt was running with juices so much she knew she was going to ruin the couch. She wanted to touch her snatch soooo bad.
"You can touch it if you want. No other girl has ever touched it before. Don't be shy. I understand."
"It looks just like a runny nose," Christy thought as she watched the cock ooze with juices. "Like a long drippy bit of snot."
She knew she was reaching out to touch the boy's prick. She knew it would only be trouble. How could Steff possibly understand anything as perverted as a child molester. She knew all these things but trying to stop this moment was like trying to stop the sun from rising. Her thumb and index finger touched it! Her robe had now opened all the way to her crotch but it didn't matter any more. She grasped the warm, stiff white beautiful young prick in her hand. Carefully, she wrapped all her fingers around the engorged organ.
Slowly, she pulled the skin back, exposing the shiny, glistening cock head. It was so pretty, she thought. No wrinkles yet. Like an unwrapped Christmas present.
The boy stroked the girl's glowing blond hair. He ran his inquiring fingers all over her face. He touched the cupid bow-shaped lips. When the girl started to stroke the boy's cock, he moaned, "That feels so good. You can kiss me if you want to."
"I WANT TO!" she whispered hoarsely. She said it more to herself than to the boy. The boy was surprised when she kissed his peter. He had meant his lips. It was such a strange feeling to feel her tongue moving around his prick and to feel the suction from her lips. He was ecstatic. He never knew it would be like this. Wait until he told his brother!
The girl pulled the peter out of her mouth. She looked up at the little boy and smiled. She looked strange with her mouth all glistening like that. He was glad she was still holding onto his cock. It felt so good, she deserved a kiss. He bent over and kissed the pretty mouth. Once again, he was surprised when the lady's tongue darted into his mouth. She searched his mouth with her slippery tongue. He could feel her licking his teeth, and his gums, and playing with his own tongue. He opened his eyes and glanced down. The lady's eyes were tightly closed. While she was playing with his dick she was playing with herself with her other hand. He wondered what her peter looked like. He pulled his head away and pushed the girl back on the couch. Her robe fell open and she made no effort to cover herself. The boy looked at her muff for a minute, not knowing what to make of it. Christy laughed when he asked her what had happened to her peter.
"You can't be for real. This really is a dream." It was obvious the child really had never seen a cunt before.
"Well, when I was very young ... younger than you ... I had an accident and it was cut off. It left a deep hole where my peter used to be."
The boy investigated immediately. His hand rubbed itself all over the vaginal lips.
"It feels like you peed your pants. No, it feels different than that. It's kind of slippery but ... nice. His fingers probed the opening of her orifice, then the tiny finger darted into the hole. He must have done something wrong because all of a sudden, the lady's legs tightened around his hand.
"Put another finger in," she commanded. She sounded funny. Her voice Quivered. The boy obeyed her instantly.
"More. More finger, Ralphie. Put your whole hand in," she moaned. It seemed the hole became alive to the little boy as it grabbed his fingers and sucked them into its opening. Ralphie thought he was hurting her because she kept moaning, but he couldn't get his hand out. She kept pulling on his dick so nice he didn't want to get her mad.
When Ralphie stuck his finger in Christy's slit, the girl just went wild. She had never been this hot in her whole life. His tiny finger made her sensitive cunt-lips vibrate as no one else, not even Steff, had ever come close to doing. She couldn't hold back. Wave after wave of excitement racked her body as he shoved his whole hand up her cunt. She jerked madly on his cock, wanting him to come with her, but not wanting this orgy of lust to end. She knew she could keep on coming for hours, but she didn't know how long this inexperienced shaft could continue to resurrect itself once it had shot its precious load. Her body as last was satisfied. The burning in her hole had been appeased. Now her mind could enjoy itself on this marvelous young boy.
"You are such a pretty boy. I have never seen such blue eyes before," she told the child as she stroked his face with her free hand.
"Do you like me playing with your little cockie?"
The boy nodded enthusiastically.
"I thought you said my titties were pretty? Would you like to kiss them?" She reluctantly let go of his throbbing prick so the boy could bend over to get at her breasts.
The boy dug right in. He burrowed into the sugar tits and sucked the pink hard nipples. Christy loved it. She imagined it was her baby and she was nursing it. She wondered what it would be like to have milk pouring out of these mammary glands of hers. As big as they were, she was sure she could suckle quadruplets with no assistance. The boy was too cute. She bent over enough to slip his shoes off and then slid his pants off his legs. The hungry child never stopped sucking on her tits all the time.
"Easy, Ralphie, you're sucking too hard. Just lick them with your little tongue for a while," she coached the child. "See, you just play with them. That's it, both of them, baby. Ooohh that feels so good."
She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off as the boy's tongue wandered all over her fleshy mounds. He found it was best when he played with his tongue on one boob and then squeezed the other with his hand. The boy was completely nude now. She loved the smoothness of his young body. None of the ugly muscles like ... she didn't want to think. All she wanted to do was feel. She wanted to feel that virgin prick in her slit. She wanted to have him rub it right on the lips, then press it inside her hole. Oh, yes. That was what She wanted.
The greedy boy wouldn't let go of the huge globes he was playing with. Christy manipulated his body so that he was finally lying on top of her. His gooey cock slid on her belly when she managed to get him in the right position. The pressure of the boy's cock squeezed between his belly, and the lady he was lying on top of must have felt great because he started humping his little ass and trying to drive his cock into something.
His height is just perfect, Christy thought, as-she could feel his little cock nearing her cunt. He'll be able to keep right on sucking on these while he's in my cunt. She reached down and took hold of his dick. She whispered in his ear, "You have such a nice cock. Do you like me playing with it like this?"
The boy removed his head away from the succulent boobs to tell her the way he felt.
"I've never felt anything so good in my whole life. Even when I jacked off like the pictures in the magazines, it was never this good. Are you going to suck it again?" His little ass never stopped moving. He kept ramming his cock into her hand harder and harder with each stroke.
"In just a little while, but first I'm going to have you do something different." She started sliding the head of his young prick over her swollen vaginal lips. The sensation of his cock rubbing there brought all the heat that had subsided right back into the love hole. Then she stared pushing the head through the lips into the waiting orifice.
"OOOOH," moaned the child. "That feels sooo good. That feels sooo great. I'm fucking you now, aren't I?" The boy pushed his prick in with all his might as the girl released her hand.
"Yes. Yes," gasped the girl. "You are really fucking me. Fucking me just like a grown-up man. Let it all go, sweetie. Sweet Ralphie, push it all into that cunt. You are soooo beautiful. FUCK ME. FUCK ME, SWEET RALPHIE!"
"OHHH. It's coming. I can feel it coming," Ralphie yelled as he pushed his cock right up to the hilt into the woman's split. He could feel something hitting the head of his peter as he rammed it in the woman. Christy wrapped her legs around the small body and pulled him tight with her legs. She could feel his cock right in her cervix. She felt the small body stiffen, then the boy's head dug into her breast and sucked hard on her nipple as his body started convulsing.
Christy's legs pulled the small frame as tight as she could into her body, getting every centimeter of cock pushed into her wanton box. When she felt the first spurt of his sperm-laden cock she groaned, "Give it to me. Give it to me! I want all you can give me. Come you little fucker. Pour it all into me. Drain your little cock in me Ralphie, drain it all....OOOOHHHH, Ralphie. OOOHHH, RALPHIE, I'M JOINING YOU. III'MMMM COOOOOMMINNNG toooo! OOOHHH, GOOOOD. III'MMMMMM CCOOOOOMMMMMINNNGGGG!" She bounced the boy up and down on her belly as she got as much friction out of the boy's prick as she could. She pulled down on his head, driving it even deeper into her breast. "Bite it. BITE IT, DAMN YOU, KID. BITE MY TIT!"
When she was at last spent, she pulled the boy off her bleeding nipple. She reached for her robe and wiped the traces of blood away from the bruised mound. She explained to him he wasn't really supposed to bite when he was making love to a woman. It was nothing serious, she assured him. She did enjoy it, but there was no point in her being deformed. She cuddled the boy in her arms and kissed him sweetly on the cheek.
"You are quite a lover, young man. Are you sure you're not a dwarf in disguise, taking advantage of an innocent girl?"
They both laughed over this little joke. When they were both once again dressed and at the door, Christy cautioned the boy about telling anyone what had happened. If she found out he did, she warned him, he would never be able to come back.
As the boy walked through the door, he turned to the woman and said, "I know it's not nice to say, but I'm sure glad you had that accident when you were a little girl. That was the best part of the whole thing!"
Christy patted him on the fanny and pushed him through the door. When he was gone and she was all alone again, she looked in the mirror. She slid the robe off and looked at her nude body. The breasts were returning to normal. The bite marks were almost gone. By the time Steff got home all would be all right. Then, the gravity of what she had done finally struck home.
"I just fucked another baby," she said out loud. "What kind of person am I? Christ, what makes me do it?"
"Who do you talk to about something like this?" she thought. Steff might be horrified. She might throw her out. She would never see her again. No, that would be impossible. She couldn't live without Steff. Her sickness had to be buried in her own soul. What Steff didn't know could never be used to separate them.
Pasha was bluffing. He would not get Steff angry. Christy had seen Steff on her pistol range. If Pasha knew how good she was with that gun. ... It would be all right. She would never see the boy again. Pasha would leave her alone. Stephanie loved her. The only thing that mattered was fixing supper for tonight.