Chapter 11
I stopped by Ellen's on the way home. Her old lady, a real pickle-puss if there ever was one, answered the door. She looked at me like I was something raunchy, then begrudgingly called Ellen. Ellen smiled when she saw me and stepped out onto the porch. "I just came from Jerry's," I said. "I just wanted to thank you for following through and giving him such a good time."
"I'm the one to thank you," she answered half-laughingly. "You weren't kidding about his being well-hung, and it was sort of...well, interesting, having to do all the fucking myself. And you know," she put her hand on my arm, "it really made me feel good. I mean a poor kid like that, all that equipment and human urges and not being able to go at it like normal kids...it just made me feel real good to give him that kind of pleasure."
"You're great, Ellen," I said, "but I've known that all along. Thanks again."
I started away, but she stopped me. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. "Sammie, guess what? While I was over at Jerry's last night George went out, and you know what? He got with a girl and had himself a real ball!"
I bobbed my bead. "Glad to hear that! That's my goal, you know, getting everybody fucking happy!"
"You're doing it, Sammy, you're doing," she laughed, and turned back into the house as I went down the walk.
It was late enough that I could go home and not have to listen to too much harping from the old lady. She was busy getting dinner ready, so I went right to my room. With a little time to spare, I'd knock off a few more math problems-or so I thought I'd hardly gotten the book opened when there was a rap on the door. I knew it was the old man, because the old lady never knocks, she just bursts in on you. "Come in," I said.
The old man came in, closing the door behind him. "You took off so fast this afternoon I didn't get to ask you. What did you have in mind for this evening?"
I studied his face, wondering if I dare level with him. I figured that if he once saw Arlene he wouldn't be able to back off, but if he knew in advance he might refuse. I decided not to risk it "If s a secret okay?"
It was his turn to study my face, then he let his eyes move down the length of my body to my crotch. I wondered if he were suspicious, but if he was, he didn't let on. "Okay," he said. "Well just tell your mother we're going bowling again."
"Okay. Let's leave here about ten to eight"
After he left I forgot the math again, rolled over onto my back. It suddenly dawned on me that I was taking a real gamble. If he didn't act the way I thought he would, he might start doing a little probing-and while he had told me the night before to do all the screwing I could while I was young, he might decide that what I was doing wasn't Kosher. But I remembered the way he was hung, and the way he had talked the night before, and I decided that if it was a gamble the odds were definitely on my side. Underneath that death-mask he usually wore, under the quiet exterior, he had to be like me; he had to be a hot-blooded, randy lover of sex.
We went through the usual conversationless meal, then the old man said, "Sam and I are going bowling again tonight."
"Harrumph!" the old lady answered, whatever that meant
At ten of eight we were backing down the driveway. I had my fingers crossed; the next ten or fifteen minutes would tell the tale. "Where to?" the old man asked.
"Up that way," I told him, nodding my head. A block and a half later I told him we were there. He pulled to the curb, looked at me and frowned. "What the hell's going on?" his expression asked, but I didn't answer. I got out of the car and waited until he finally followed suit then I led the way up the walk and around to the back. I opened the door and let out a sigh of relief at seeing that Arlene had gotten there on time.
The old man stepped into the room. He stopped. He looked. He let his eyes move up and down her beautiful body, encased now in an almost form-fitting dress. "Hi," Arlene smiled, pushing herself up from the divan. Every movement smelled of sex; every movement said that she was a hot-cunted woman who liked cock. The old man's eyes just about fell out. Arlene sort of undulated up to him, slid her arms around his neck and pushed her midsection out Looking into his face she smiled again. "You have to be Sammy's father, and you're just as interesting looking as he said you'd be!"
"What...what's going on?" the old man demanded.
Arlene answered for us. She ground her pussy against him. In case that wasn't enough, I said, "After the way you talked last night, dad, I thought you might like to have a little fun."
"Don't you, Mr. Barton?" Arlene asked almost coyly, grinding her pussy against him again. His hands had moved automatically; they were on her hips, resting lightly there.
"You mean...? " the old man started, but nothing more would come.
"That's exactly what we mean, honey," Arlene smiled into his face. "Sammy said you'd gone dead, I want to bring you back to life." She ground her pussy against him again. "I like that," she said, "I like the life Tax already feeling!"
"This...this is..."
"Ah, come on, dad. Hell, forget about everything else. Let's just have us some fun, okay?" I moved across and opened the sofa out into a bed, letting him know for sure what kind of fun I meant Arlene worked on him at the same time, and he seemed incapable of movement She pulled his shirt free of his pants and unbuttoned it put her cheek against his chest and reached down to rub the hard chunk of meat that was pushing out against his pants. She loosened his belt and her hand disappeared down inside his pants; she was giving his hard cock a nice, gentle stroking. I watched it for a few seconds, then I said, "Hey, Arlene, why not give him a show like you gave Dave the other night?"
"All right" she sort of cooed, and pulled away from him. She smiled at him again, then took off her shoes. She turned one side toward him and pulled up her skirt giving him a view of nice thigh as she undid her garter.
She let him feast on her shapely leg as she slowly peeled the silk stocking off it. She turned the other way, repeated the procedure. The old man couldn't move; stood there, cock-hard, watching. The only difference between him and the way Dave had been was that he was standing. He seemed like Dave, otherwise, like a scared teen-ager about to get his first piece of ass whether he wanted it or not
Arlene slowly unzipped her dress, slowly raised it; he got a view of nice legs, of silk panties with the big, beautiful pussy filling them at the vee. He saw the smooth stomach, then the melon-shaped tits still held in the bra, and finally her smooth, pinkish shoulders. She shook the dress off and laid it aside, then reached behind and unloosened the bra; it fell away, and those lovely melons fell free, the nipples dark, lovely, and just waiting to be kissed. She hesitated a moment then put both hands on her stomach. They moved up slowly; each one pushed under and lifted a little, then the fingers spread around to feel their roundness. Man, I thought the old man was going to cream his drawers right on the spot; he sort of leaned forward, his tongue running across his upper lip, and a sort of groan escaped him.
Arlene smiled, slid her hands back down to her waist She grasped a bit of flimsy silk in each hand and pulled her panties down just below her crotch. He could see the dark-hair, the beautiful shape of that luscious pussy, and the look in his eyes said that there was nothing to worry about. He was hooked! Arlene saw it, too. She slid her panties the rest of the way down, stepped out of them and threw them aside. She stood there with her legs slightly separated, raised her arms, and as many times as I had seen-and used-her, even my old pecker throbbed at the beauty of it!
She moved over to the old man. Rubbing her tits against his chest, she slid his shirt off his shoulders. It fell to the floor. She went down to her knees. She opened his fry, fished around, pulled his cock out I had been right; hard, he beat me by almost a half-inch. It was one hell of a pole, and obviously one that Arlene could go for. She licked the head, then took it into her mouth, and as she slightly sucked on him she got his shoes and socks off. I didn't wait; I started stripping, too, and as she got his pants and shorts down so that he could step out of them I was throwing my pants aside. As she led him to the sofa I stretched out on it but I was in no hurry. I was going to let her give him a good dose of pleasure before I joined the act
She started in. Getting on top of him, she got his cock caught between them; it laid the full length, probably spreading her pussy lips a little. Her tits scraped against and then flattened out on his chest as she found his mouth with hers, and as her tongue went into his mouth his hands started moving. They rubbed every part of her they could touch, kneaded her warm, firm flesh, grasped her buttocks and pulled her harder against him. Finally he started taking over; he rolled her over, their mouths still welded together, and he made a dry run, making the fuck motion with his cock still just lying along the full length of her cunt He started kissing her all around the face, then raised his body as his lips moved down her throat He mouthed one tit and then the other, giving them one hell of a tonguing that made her grasp his head and groan with pleasure, then he wriggled his body down as he kissed his way
South. Finally he had a hand on the innerside of each leg, he was spreading diem and his mouth was at work on the loveliest of pussies. He licked it, kissed all around, ran his tongue up and down it, then got his tongue inside and gave her a little action that way. She loved k, but she was never one to overlook any possible sex-fun. Writhing from the pleasure he was giving her down there, she reached for my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and gently stroked it, then went after my balls.
The old man kissed his way back up until he was stretched out on her again, their mouths together, his cock pressed against her. He raised his hips, reached down between them to push it straight, then he was fucking his way into her. Arlene groaned with pleasure as she sent inch after thick inch into her; she got hold of my cock again and stroked on it
I really wanted to cut in on it but the old man was having himself such a time that I didn't have the heart to. I contented myself with watching and listening to them as she stroked me; their kisses were juicy, she made a little groaning sound of pleasure each time he sent his swollen cock into her, another as he withdrew it Man, you could tell that he hadn't done anything tike that that he haunt enjoyed a good fuck, for one hell of a long time. He was really going at hi
He kept at it his butt pushing up into the air, dropping, pushing up again, and then his speed started increasing. He was really giving it to her now, burying it to the balls with each inward stroke, drawing it out until just the head was caught between those tight tips, burying it again. It was getting to Arlene, too; she started matching his motions, then she started getting even more excited. Her hand left my cock; both her hands went around him, the fingers digging into the flesh on his back, and her legs started climbing him. That extra half-inch, that extra little bit of thickness, was really giving her a bonus! I was forgotten, but that didn't bother me; I gently stroked my own self, liking the feeling, but determined not to shoot, as I watched them enthusiastically fuck their way to a climax that seemed to make both their bodies tremble and quiver until it seemed like they might fall apart. "Oh, sweet fuck!" the old man gasped out "Oh, Lordie, I'm cooooming!" He shoved it into her hard, left it buried, and his ass end humped up and down. I could imagine the hot bath her inner pussy was getting; he was obviously letting go of one hell of a load! Then he fell against her, squashing her tits harder against his chest gasped a couple of times and rolled over. His cock seemed to make a sort of "slurping" sound as it pulled out of her tight pussy, and she sighed with pleasure. They laid there, all fucked out-for the moment
"Jesus," the old man finally gasped out "I haven't had a fuck like that for so long I'd forgotten how good it feels!"
Arlene giggled. That being the case," she said, reaching for his limp dong, "I'll bet you haven't had a good mouth-loving either, have you?"
"Are you kidding? My wife won't even eat hot dogs because they're shaped like a cock and she doesn't think anything like that should go in the mouth."
"Well, you just relax honey," she squeezed his cock. "Let Sammy have his turn now, then by the time we're finished you'll be rested up enough I'll show you that kind of loving."
"Sammy," the old man said. He shook his head. "Jesus, would you believe a seventeen year old fixing it up for his own father?"
"I would," Arlene answered lightly, "when that seventeen year old is Sammy Barton, Master Cocks man of McKinley High!"
The old man raised up on an elbow and looked at me. He studied my face, then let his eyes move down over my body to my swollen cock. He shook his head again. "like I said last night, Sammy and I haven't really known each other."
"Well, you do now," Arlene answered. "But enough talk. Come on, Sam, let me see if you can thrill me like your dad did!"
It didn't take a second invitation, and I didn't need a lot of warm up play-watching them in action, along with my own gentle stroking, had me plenty hot. I straddled her. I ran my dong up and down her pussy, got the cockhead caught, leaned forward and began pouring it to her as I grasped a tit in each hand and planted my mouth over hers. I didn't go for any finesse, I just did some first-class, jack-rabbit fucking, and in practically no time at all I was spurting my own load into her tight, cock-squeezing pussy. She took it all, then contracted her inner muscles to milk it dry, an act that sent additional sensations throughout my entire body. Finally it was my turn to fall away, rolling over onto my back and lying there in complete contentment
Arlene didn't rest She pushed herself up, went down to the foot of the bed and came up between the old man's legs. She licked all around between them, played with his big balls with her tongue, then started on his cock. She got it fully hard again in what was probably recording breaking time, then sucked him to a climax that seemed to be almost turning him inside out. Probably the only thing that saved her from getting choked to death was the fact that she had kept one hand wrapped around his prong; when he grabbed her head and started unloading, thrusting up off the bed, he could only get about half his cock into her mouth. It was enough that she really had to work hard to take all his cum before it could drip out of her mouth.
"Jesus," the old man half-whispered, "I'd like for us to be able to lie here forever, to keep going on and on."
Arlene, lying beside him, a cock in each hand, laughed softly. "Well, honey, there's one good thing about it. Now that your son-with my help-has taught you the facts of life, this doesn't have to be the last time, y'know?"
"You mean that?" he asked. "Could we really get together .again?"
She laughed again. "With a cock like yours, nice as you are, I'll drop my pants for you any time you give the word!" She turned to me. "That answers your question, doesn't it, Sammie? Now that I've had one, you bet your life I like older men!"
It was the old man's idea, but one that neither Arlene nor I argued with. We dressed and went out for Chinese dinner. Dinner over, the old man bought a bottle and we went back to the recreation room. There was no hesitation now; the minute the door was closed all three of us started stripping down. We half-laid, half-sat on the bed with our drinks, Arlene in the middle, sipping and fiddling around. It didn't take long before both our rods were fully hard again, and this time we did a three way with the old man taking her doggie-fashion while she blew me. He may have been out of practice, but he got the hang of things quickly again; our timing was perfect, and all three of us climaxed at the same time. It was really great
"Well," I told myself as we laid there recuperating, "Phase One of this case is over. The old man is in shape, ready and willing. He's probably all ready looking forward to the next session with Arlene, he'll be a lot happier in-between. The next thing is to get the old lady into shape!"
That, I knew now for sure, was going to take some doing!
The old man gave Arlene a final loving-not a final fucking, he was too worn out for that!-and then we got dressed. We drove her home and then started for home. "Okay," he said, 'Tell me all about it"
I told him all about it "it" being my sex life and my new "Project Happy Fucking," or trouble-shooting. I confessed to him that I had set up this evening hoping to make him happier, and that I hoped to get the old lady in shape so that the three of us could be happier.
He shook his head. "I hate to have to say this, but Tm going to say it to you not as her son but...well, what you are tonight. If you can get that cold-potato warmed up you'll deserve a medal!"
We were quiet the rest of the way home. He drove into the garage, stopped the car, turned off ignition and lights. We sat there a minute, then he reached out and put his hand on my leg. "Thanks, Sam. It was one hell of an evening! Unbelievable, but great!"