Chapter 6
Irene walked from the school, not knowing exactly how she should think. She had just gone through an experience which, to some girls her age, might have been traumatic, but not to Irene. She was confused, but felt little remorse over the incident. If anything, her feelings were mixed with happiness, and the realization that she was finally a woman: capable of satisfying a man.
Mr. Allen's invitation to return some other afternoon Interested her. The thought that a twenty-two year old teacher could really enjoy her sex seemed to prey on her mine. If she thought she was capable, she would immediately throw herself at him and become his mistress. Irene, however, didn't really think someone eight years older than herself could really be interested in a child!
Her immediate thoughts and concern were Jimmy. He was her only male around her age that showed any real interest in her. Besides, she thought, he was also the first male she had ever played with-sexually, that is.
Irene thought it imperative that she maintain Jimmy's interest in her, and decided she was willing to use any means of keeping him interested.
Exhausted, she thought it would be nice to pay Jimmy a surprise visit. Turning left at the next corner, she headed towards his house. She walked the four blocks to his house in only a few minutes.
When she reached the house, she knocked on the door, and waited a few moments. Jimmy's older brother then came to the door.
"Yeah?" he said, glancing up and down at the small young girl.
"Is Jimmy here?" Irene asked, moving closer to him in the doorway, trying to protect herself from the cold.
The young man, only seventeen years old, thought she was flirting with him and immediately eyes glistened with excitement.
"Who is it?" he asked, moving his body a little closer to her.
"I'm Irene. Can you call Jimmy to come down? I want to talk to him."
Carl, ignoring her request, asked her age, her school and a few other minor questions. Irene answered them all, quite dutifully.
After each answer she pursed her lips, trying to make him notice that she wasn't interested in his questions, but that she wanted to speak to Jimmy. Finally, Carl realized that she was about to explode with frustration, and turned to call Jimmy.
A conversation took place between the two brothers while each was at the opposite end of the house. Moments later Jimmy appeared through a doorway, buckling his pants.
"What were you up to?" Carl asked. "Nothin'," Jimmy answered with a wink, turning his head so Irene couldn't see.
Carl shrugged his shoulders as Jimmy invited Irene into the house. "What's up?" he asked, leading Irene into the living room.
"Oh, nothing much. I was just passing by and thought I should stop over and say hello."
Jimmy knew she lived in the opposite direction from the school and that she wasn't just 'passing by' like she said. He concluded that the young girl was up to something and he could take a guess what it was about.
"Would you, uh ... like to go downstairs and take a look at my models again?"
Irene smiled shyly, shrugging her shoulders. "Why?
What's down there that I don't know about?"
Her remark shook Jimmy. He hadn't prepared himself for a possible sensation even one as slight as this was. "Well," he muttered, obviously embarrassed, "I don't know. It was just a thought. I mean, it's been a couple o' days since you've been down there."
As they spoke, neither took into consideration the fact that Carl was listening. Standing in the hall, close to the kitchen, but close enough to the living room to hear every word that was spoken in a normal tone, he was making quick guesses about their conversation. He recalled that he had never seen Irene before, yet they spoke about going down to the cellar. Carl concluded that something was going on down that he knew nothing about-but which he intended to find out as soon as possible.
Carl Dinsmore, seventeen, was a senior at the same high school Irene and Jimmy attended. Tall, much taller than his brother, he looked like an adult from the back but from the front it was obvious he was still a youth by his almost total lack of facial hairs. His blond hair, hanging over his ears, typified the modern youth. In school he was a member of the track team (whenever he thought the weather was suitable), and ran in meets quite infrequently. The workouts however, were sufficient to provide him with a better than average build for the average seventeen year old male.
The conversation between Irene and Jimmy was filled numerous innuendos, sufficient to give Carl's imagination enough to work with. After listening for just ten minutes he was sure the two youngsters were enjoying each other sexually.
Finally, Jimmy asked Irene if she wanted to go into the cellar.
"All right," she sighed.
Beaming, Jimmy stood and lead her to the basement, assuming that Carl had gone to the room and wouldn't see them going through the door in the kitchen.
The seventeen year old, however, was still close at hand. When he heard them walking down the steps, he quickly ran out of the house and stood by the back door. He found it impossible to see into the darkness, which was hiding the two kids as they played in the corner of the room.
Frustrated, he ran back into the house and decided that he would have to take a chance and go down the steps. Percariously opening the door, he listened intently, trying to hear any unusual sounds they might be making. The only thing he heard was the sound of two people talking to each other.
The workbench was at the other end of the cellar and their excitement and paranoia made the kids hear every sound being made through the house. Even the footfalls of Carl as he walked into the kitchen were heard quite distinctly, making them stop their play.
When Carl opened the door the voices stopped a few moments later. When they thought they were free of danger, they spoke again, and Carl knew it was his cue to continue going down. Grasping the handrail, he quickly lifted his foot over the first step and slowly set it down, appling all his weight on the single foot. There was no sound from the first step, but there nine more steps to be taken care of before reaching the floor. Silently shifting his weight, he pulled his right foot over the first step and let it fall onto the second step. As the foot came down, he was clear of the door, and reaching behind him with his free hand, he swung the door closed.
Only a slight creek came from the wooden step; loud enough to make Carl stop, but soft enough not to interfere with Irene and Jimmy.
For many minutes Carl walked down the steps. Each movement making unheard noises in his mind. With silent sighs he reached the bottom step and touched the concrete floor.
Now, he thought, all that has to be done, is try to get as close as possible without letting them know any one was listening.
Irene, meanwhile, was trying to prevent Jimmy from finger-fucking her.
"Come on,'" Jimmy pleaded, thrusting his hand between her thighs.
"No, Jimmy. Not today. You'll have to wait a while until I'm good and ready."
Jimmy didn't understand her sudden reluctance and became infuriated with her attitude.
"Listen," he demanded, "I want to do it to you. What the hell's the matter with you all off a sudden? What do you mean I can't touch you? I touched you there the other day and you really liked it."
"That doesn't make any difference to me. I Just don't want to do it today."
With a sigh of frustration, Jimmy asked if she would touch his cock.
"I guess I can do that for you," she cheerily noted, as she grabbed his crotch.
Jimmy's cock, from the constant frustration, had now shrunk to its flaccid size; two Inches. But the touch of Irene's hand caused the first quiver and it was suddenly revived.
"Take your pants down," she whispered.
Carl, meanwhile, had removed his shoes and was silently tip-toeing to the work area. Boxes and crates were piled high against the wall over the bench, making it Impossible for Carl to see them, if there were any light available making them visible.
Crouching down, alongside the crates, he heard as they argued about something. Jimmy, he concluded, wanted to do something to the girl, but she refused. Making himself as comfortable as possible, he sat on the floor and listened.
Jimmy obeyed Irene's order; pulling his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His organ was still soft, but it was stiffening quickly.
Irene reached out, touching his hairless leg. Thin fingers moved up his thigh, finally resting around the area of his groin.
Jimmy shuddered with her touch, allowing his organ to throb in expectation. Irene clutched the thin organ, and immediately compared it in size, with the mature adult male cock of Mr. Allen.
Irene guessed that Jimmy's cock was no more than one-fourth the size of the organ she allowed to enter her small cunt. Fingering the full length of the cock, she slowly massaged the rod, feeling it throb in her fingers.
"Come on," Jimmy demanded, "do something with It."
Irene assumed that he was talking about jerking him off, but the smallness of the prick fascinated her. When Mr. Allen had asked her if she would like to suck on his big cock, she refused, but this little thing seemed ideal for her mouth.
Releasing the prick from her fingers, she allowed it to bounce back, slapping his belly just once, then swaying in the air.
Unable to see what she was doing, Jimmy called out to Irene. "What the hell are you doin'?"
"I've got a surprise for you," she laughed.
"What are you talkin' about?" Jimmy demanded, as his had inadvertently reached down to the stiff cock, and began to caress it.
"You'll see," she replied.
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders as he stood there and waited for her to make a move. When moments passed without any action from the girl, he became angry and confused. He imagined that she had gone away, but he could hear her breathing still.
Reaching out he grabbed at her breast, clutching one small mound in his fingers, and forcefully twisting it.
"Hey," Irene exclaimed in pain, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm waiting for you to do something. What the hell are you up to?"
"I ... I'm thinkin' about something," she muttered. Irene was confused and plagued with doubts about the idea of sucking on his cock. It seemed like a good idea, and she knew that even if he did blow, it couldn't make her pregnant like getting it in the cunt. After many moments of indecision, she finally conceded to her first impulse and agreed to blow him.
"What are you doin'?" Jimmy asked, startled at the sudden noises Irene was making. The young man was afraid Carl might hear something unusual going on from the basement and decide to investigate.
"I'm just trying to kneel down, that's all," Irene declared.
"How come?" Jimmy asked.
Irene didn't answer verbally. She was already kneeling on the hard concrete, with her jacket between the floor and her bare knees. The cock was perpendicular to her face, but Irene didn't know this.
She reached out with both arms and felt his lebs again. With both hands, she slid up his thighs until the hands formed a cup around the cock. The side of her hand rested on the down of pubic hair surrounding the stiff organ.
"Hey!" Jimmy exclaimed excitedly, "what the hell are you up to?"
His answer came in the form of an action. Irene's fingers surrounded the cock, causing it to throb-Holding the prick in her hand, she slowly moved her head forward until the tip of the organ was pressing against her face.
The sensations of a cock on her skin felt unusual, but still exciting. The nearness of the organ aroused the girl to further heights of passion, and with one movenient, she turned her head two inches, letting the head of the cock slip between her lips.
Jimmy suddenly realized what was taking place, am felt faint at the unusual shock.
Irene felt the head of the cock penetrating between her lips and waited for a few seconds trying to decide whether to proceed further.
Excited as the tip of the organ brushed against her teeth, Jimmy wasn't prepared to allow the girl at that time to make a decisions. Lightly pressing forward, the soft head was almost flattened against the hard teeth.
Irene had to decide whether to pull away or open her mouth. She chose the latter. Opening her mouth only a half inch, she felt the head quickly pressed into her depths of her throat. Opening her mouth only a fraction of an inch more, she felt the stem of his prick moved into her mouth. The stiff cock felt like a finger, but it was much warmer, and smoother because of the stretched skin.
The cock pressed deep into her mouth, reaching for the throat. Irene gulped, but let the organ slide into her. Finally, she felt the tip of her nose touch the tickling pubic hair. The organ was in too deep, and it was be ginning to feel uncomfortable.
Pressing her hands against Jimmy's belly, she pushed him back two inches until she could work on the tip of the cock with her tongue.
Jimmy, meanwhile, was insane with passion. The slight sucking sounds which Irene made, excited him to the point that orgasm would come within moments.
The cock had been in her mouth for only a few seconds, but Jim my was so excited that when she ran her hot, moist tongue around the head, lie found it impossible to withhold the ejaculation.
Spurt after spurt of the thick, seminal fluid shot into her mouth, as the cock throbbed again and again trying to force all the scum out.
Unknowingly, Irene let the sperm shoot into her mouth thinking that it was her own saliva. The great quantity of fluid filled the back of her throat, and the unusual feeling and taste she was receiving told her that it was more, much more, than saliva.
Instinctively, she pulled her head away and gagged a few times as she spit the mixture of sperm and saliva onto the cellar floor.
For many moments she tried to force as much of the fluid out of her mouth as she tried to keep herself from vomiting.
"Are you alright?" Jimmy asked, as he held his semi-erect cock in his hand, feeling the mixture of Irene's saliva and his own fluid between his fingers.
Irene couldn't answer, even though she heard the question. She was too busy trying to make it all come out.
"I ... I ... I'm sorry," Jimmy muttered, "that I let it come into your mouth."
Carl, crouched behind the crates, heard his statement and was now positive of what had happened. He had taken a guess when he heard the girl gagging, but now he was absolutely sure about what had happened.
Jimmy thought of a way to repay her for her services, but the only thing he could do that was equal was to eat out her cunt, which didn't quite turn him on. There had to be something he could do which wasn't quite so revolting as cunnilingus.
"Do you want me to finger you?" he suggested.
"No," Irene finally said, "but you don't have to do anything for me."
Jimmy was confused. After she had just sucked on his cock until he shot, she didn't want anything in return. He realized that he would have to make the suggestion to eat her out.
Irene was pleasantly surprised at his offer, but refused, causing great elation in Jimmy.
"Well, uh...." Jimmy muttered, "what do you wanna do now?"
"I don't know. What can we do? I think you've had it for the time being."
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, trying to imagine what the feeling would be like if he allowed her to jerk him off again. It would be the first time in his life that he would ejaculate twice, only a few minutes apart, but, nevertheless, it sounded interesting.
"Will you ... uh ... do it again?" he asked, pausing after each word.
Irene, finally recovered after the first ejaculation, was tempted to go on, but decided to wait for a while.
"I guess we'd better be goin' then," he told her, as he pulled his pants back up.
Carl, meanwhile, was rubbing his erect organ through the cloth of his pants. His cock had stiffened when he heard Jimmy's pants coming down, and now the organ was on the verge of an ejaculation. Carl knew, however, that he couldn't take his cock out In that place. First of all, they might hear the zipper, and they would most likely hear his heavy breathing. He decided to wait until he got back to his room.
Frighteningly sudden, Carl realized that he hadn't even considered how he would make his way back up the steps. He was so worried about getting down, he had forgotten about getting up.
When Jimmy suggested they leave, Carl realized that he was just as good as caught. He thought about making a dash for the steps, but knew that even if he did, the two children would know who it was. The only thing he could possibly do was hope that they wouldn't notice him as they went past. As they shuffled around behind the thin wall, Carl was trying to position himself behind a few of the crates.
Suddenly, the lights went on, and the room was filled with a blinding light. Carl closed his eyes from the light, but with the hope that if he couldn't see what was around him, it, perhaps, wouldn't be there.
Irene and Jimmy moved around the workbench and glanced at the crates.
Jimmy's eyes opened wide when he saw his arms wrapped around his knees.
"What the fuck are you doin' there?" Jimmy exclaimed, realizing they were caught.
"Who?" Carl muttered, "I....I ... was lookin' for something....! think."
"How long have you been sitting there?" Jimmy demanded, kicking the crates away.
"Ever since you two came down." Carl didn't feel frightened any longer. He realized that even though he was caught, the two younger children were also caught doing something worse than spying. Feeling a bit more courageous, he stood up and wiped the dust from his pants.
"What did you hear?" demanded Jimmy. "I heard everything," Carl declared with a smile. Jimmy's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. "What are you gonna do now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you gonna tell anyone about what was going on down here?"
"Of course not," Carl declared with a wicked smile on his face. "But you," he continued, glancing at Irene, "gotta help keep me quiet."
Irene was slightly shocked and surprised at his remark and demanded that he say what he was referring to.
"If you do to me what you just did to him, then I promise I won't tell anything to anyone." Without waiting for an answer from Irene, Carl pulled on his belt and let his pants fall down around his knees. Standing there with just his shorts on, he smiled at Irene and nodded downward at his still soft cock.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, feigning naivete.
"What ever you did to Jimmy," he stated angrily.
"And what if I say I don't want to do it to you?"
"Then I'll just tell my parents and your parents what's been goin' on, that's all."
Irene, and Jimmy, realized they were caught by the older brother. It disturbed Jimmy to be played for a fool, but it really didn't matter to him whether Irene blew Carl or not. Irene, however, was the one to put the cock into her mouth and suck on it until he shot. She had some reservations which told her not to conceed, but they were out of anger, and not for any distaste for the male organ. "Well?" asked Carl.
Irene shrugged her shoulders and nodded very slowly. Carl's face lit up with excitement, as the soft cock between his legs began to grow.
"How about the lights?" asked Jimmy.
"Turn them out," Carl commanded.
Jimmy reached above his head and pulled on the cord, throwing the room into darkness. Listening intently, he heard the soft sounds of a pair of shorts being pulled down around Carl's legs, and the sounds of Irene kneeling on the concrete, then putting her mouth over the cock, and sucking on it.
Carl's cock was already stiff when it went into Irene's mouth, and it throbbed violently as her tongue whipped around the head.
"Oh ... oh...." the young man groaned, reeling with the new sensations his cock was receiving. His excitement was great that within moments he could feel the scum collecting at the base of his cock, preparing to shoot out.
Without warning, spurt after spurt shot into the warm mouth of the young girl. For the second time within fifteen minutes she had a male organ in her mouth and found herself with a mouthful of scum.
Holding her head in place, Carl resisted Irene's efforts to push his body away so she could spit the sticky liquid onto the floor.
"Swallow it," Carl muttered through laboring breath pushing her mouth further onto the cock.
Irene struggled to free herself, but Carl was so excited thinking of the girl swallowing the scum, he fought until he felt the girl relaxing. With two or three gulps, Irene felt the strange fluid flow down her throat and into her belly. At first she thought she would be sick, but she was able to control herself. Her mouth still on the cock, she took in all the scum and suddenly began sucking on the cock, trying to force out every last drop of fluid.
For many moments she sucked, until the organ began to shrivel in her mouth. Carl removed his hands from behind her head and permitted her to stand.
"I want you to do something to me now," she stated. "What?" Carl asked, drawing his shorts and pants back up around his waist.
"Did you ever eat a girl out before?"
"No," he whispered. "Well, will you do it for me? Now?" Carl was still excited, and wasted only a few moments thinking about it. "Okay, I'll do it for you. Get down on the floor."
Irene was overjoyed. Here was her chance to get back at the boy. Her cunt was still dripping wet with the teacher's scum, and now Carl would lick it up.
Laying Hat on the floor, she positioned her legs, permitting the young man to shove his face into the crevice.
Carl found the cunt, and was almost overpowered by the strong smell. The mixture of vaginal and phallic juices created a strong odor. Nevertheless, Carl's tongue lapped at the slit with all his might.
Irene writhed in ecstasy as the tongue pushed her into orgasm after orgasm. After many minutes, Irene was satisfied with Carl.