Chapter 7
As Cindy looked at Brad, she nodded.
"I'm a fast learner," she smiled, "you'll see."
Brad figured he might as well have her start eating his ass out. There was no reason to let her off easy. For if she couldn't give him the same sensual thrills that his mother could, he figured his plans to go steady would collapse. Having discovered bizarre ways of satisfying his sexual appetite, he knew he never could be satisfied with anything less than the most.
"What do you want me to do, Brad?" she asked, eager to please him.
"I want you to give me a good lick job," he grinned.
He got on the bed and lay on his back. He spread his ass cheeks in open invitation to her.
"What are you doing that for?" she asked, puzzled.
"For two reasons, baby," he smiled. "I want to be rimmed and I want to be jerked off at the same time."
"I've never done that before," she told him.
"I told you your brother wasn't very sophisticated," he smiled at her.
"What's sophisticated?" she asked.
"Don't they teach you nothing at that school?" he chuckled.
Now it was Brad's turn to explain to her what sophisticated meant. It gave him a proud feeling of gloating satisfaction to be able to tell her something she didn't know.
"Sophisticated," he explained, "means something different and unique."
"Unique?" she asked. "What's that?"
"That is licking my asshole," he smiled. "And at the same time jacking me off."
"I never could do that," her voice rising.
"You'd be surprised what you can do if you try," he insisted, determined to get her to do what he wanted.
"Forget it, Brad/' she insisted. "No way," he smiled.
"Please, Brad," she begged, "don't make me eat your ass out!"
Brad decided he would use psychology. Taking his hands off his ass, and keeping his legs spread apart so she could see him there, he smiled innocently.
"Makes no difference to me, baby," he told her, "if you want to stick with your brother and have sex with him, that's your business. But this is the way I want it done to me."
It was a terrible decision for Cindy. She didn't know how she could refuse him. Yet she was terribly worried.
"That is demented!" she exclaimed.
"You do know a few big words," he said.
"Yes," she said, "that's what daddy said when he caught brother and me. He said we were both demented. He didn't tell mom as he said it would drive her straight to the funny farm."
"Then you are demented," he chuckled, "so you shouldn't be afraid to do me."
"That's just it," Cindy explained. "He forced me to go down on him. He is bigger than I am, Brad. I couldn't help it."
"Come on, baby," he said. "I took that shower and you washed my ass out. Please go down on me."
The young girl looked at the young boy's buttocks. It seemed like such a strange erotic request. She hated to give in to him. Yet she hated to go back to her brother. She figured Brad's strength would be standing between her and her brother. If her brother wanted more sex, she could always tell him Brad wouldn't let her. She could always explain they were going steady. Thinking this way, she finally brought herself down to his genitals.
"Once you get the hang of it, honey," Brad insisted, "you'll love it. I'll have trouble keeping you out of my asshole."
"That'll be the day," she said quietly.
Brad was delighted now. He was getting her just where he wanted her. He was determined he was going to have his kicks or else. At first she lightly massaged and caressed his buttocks. She was so turned on at the thought of pleasing him she figured she could do most anything. Her hot tongue began licking and caressing his ass and he loved it.
"Now you're doing it, baby," he smiled, "just like I want you to. Don't stop, baby. Keep that up. Yes, keep it up."
His passionate excitement was matched by hers. The two of them were turning on all the way.
"Oh, Brad," she said, "I'm enjoying it." "I said you would if you tried," he smiled at her.
It was becoming evident to both of them that if they would cooperate with each other's desires they could produce pleasure.
"Suck my ass," he begged, "suck my ass. Yes, baby, suck my asshole."
Her hot tongue -gingerly whipped all around his anal opening. Suddenly, stabbing up his asshole, he felt a shudder of sexual ecstasy tingle up and down his spine.
"Now, baby," he smiled, "the next step is the cock. Grab my big prick and play with it."
Cindy reached forward, happy to grab someone else's cock at last, besides her brother's. It had always made her feel guilty to do that with him. Now she wasn't feeling guilt at all. She was only feeling pleasure.
"Lick it, baby," he said, "lick it."
Pulling her hot plunging tongue from his asshole, she started licking the length of his penis. As she licked, she became more and more stimulated.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "keep that up. Yes, "I knew you would," he smiled knowingly.
"Now slip your mouth over the head of it and suck my cream out."
He was smiling in triumph as she slid her hands under his bottom and held his cock in her mouth.
"Oh, baby," she panted, "keep that up. Yes, that's what I like."
The frantic pleasure that they were enjoying together now increased as Brad began pumping in an even steady rhythm.
"Fuck it," he panted, "oh, baby, get my juice."
Fastening her mouth securely over the head of his penis shaft, she held on for dear life.
"Eat me, baby," he panted, "yes, baby, eat my juicy cock."
She was eager to find out what Brad would taste like. She knew she didn't care for her brother's bitter cum. But Brad had claimed that he was sweet. And now she was going to have her chance to eat him.
"Suck me," he panted, "suck, baby, suck."
Her pleasure increased as she continued holding his ass cheeks and going up and down the length of his cock.
"Oh, baby," he said, "are you ever good."
It added to Brad's pleasure to reach down and grip her head and force her farther down over his rigid cock..
"Keep it up," he panted, "yes, baby, just like that."
The hot cream shot out of his cock as she sucked. The taste of him had her trembling with delight.
"I'm cuming," he blurted, "I'm cuming, baby. Gobble my juice."
The sweet taste of Brad's sperm stimulated her. Eagerly, gladly, she devoured him. Her cheeks sucked in as she swallowed him.
Slipping off swiftly, she was only too anxious to tell him how much she'd enjoyed herself.
"Thanks, baby," she said, "thanks a lot. I really enjoyed getting your juice."
It was obvious to her that Brad knew how to please her. And as she lay there, resting her head on his thigh, she continued stroking his bottom.
"Brad, baby," she said, "are we going steady now?"
"You bet your ass we are," he nodded.
"Oh, sweetheart," she said, "I told you that I would do anything you wanted me to."
"I know that," he said, "now get on all fours on the floor and let me dog-fuck you."
"What are you talking about, Brad?" she said. "I just blew you and swallowed the juice and now you want more!"
"I told you I'm a horny guy," he explained.
"You sure as hell must be," she complained.
"On the floor, baby," he insisted.
She didn't know what he had in mind. However, she was so glad that he had agreed to go steady with her that she figured it was worth getting on the floor. It was her passport to freedom to please his sensual cravings.
She got on the floor on all fours. Brad mounted her quickly. Spitting into his hand he applied some of his own saliva to his cock head.
"This will hurt at first," he admitted. "But once I get it in there you're going to love the sensation."
"I'll believe it when I feel it," she said, turning back to watch.
The sight of his huge penis pumping into her small anal opening, frightened her.
"Don't watch," he told her. "It will scare you."
"You can say that again," she admitted.
Taking her eyes off what was happening behind her, she managed to endure it. With a hard sudden forceful jab, he drove into her asshole.
"Got it," he exclaimed triumphantly. "Are you ever fantastic. It's really tight."
"Sure it is," Cindy said, explaining, "nobody's ever been up my asshole before."
"Oh, baby," he panted as he fucked away. "This is beautiful! Keep twisting, honey. That's what I want. Grind your hips."
Cindy churned her ass around as he continued pumping into her. She started to enjoy it. The sound of his slapping balls on her twisting buttocks pleased her.
"Fuck it," she panted, "fuck, baby, fuck."
The erotic delight that she was enjoying at this point was increasing. As he would drive in farther, she would obtain more pleasure.
"Give it to me," he panted, "jab your butt back to me. That's the way, baby."
As he rhythmically rode his dick in and out of her asshole, she developed her own pacing.
"Keep it up," he begged.
He continued driving into her with even more force. He was determined that he was going to obtain a fantastic fuck-off.
"Keep it going, baby," he told her, "just like that. That's how I want it. Now you're fucking. Yes, baby, yes."
She continued twisting for him. She would grip his cock with her ass muscles. This excited him no end.
"Fuck, baby," she panted, "fuck. Now you're doing it. All the way."
The rock-hard cock continued stabbing up her asshole. The pleasure mounted as he fucked away. Bending over, Brad decided to add to her pleasure. His chest collided with her back and he reached over to grip her bosoms.
"Play with my tits," she told him. "Yes, Brad, play with them."
She loved the sensation of his hands massaging her bosoms. She liked the feel of his fingers on her nipples, pinching.
"Fuck me, Brad," she begged, "fuck. Keep it up, baby. All the way. Ram it home."
He socked it to her with savage force as he continued the wild ass fuck.
Suddenly, he exploded high up her rectum.
"I'm cuming," he panted, "I'm there, baby. Grab it with your ass. Milk it. Get the juice."
She was happy to accommodate him. Squeezing his pecker in her asshole she creamed.
"That was the best fuck I ever had," Brad told her as he slid his prick out of her behind.
The girl collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"You're worse than my brother," she said, "it would be getting out of the skillet and into the fire."
"You'd rather be with him?" Brad asked bluntly.
"Any day," she said, "at least he doesn't tear my ass up for one fuck."
WI didn't tear your asshole," Brad told her angrily.
"You could have," she complained.
"A guy knows what he's doing and he doesn't have to," Brad explained.
"I've had it," she continued complaining, "you find somebody else to eat your ass out, lover-boy. You find somebody else to stick it up their asshole. But don't ask Cindy anymore."
It was bugging him to think that he had given her such a fantastic fuck and elicited this response.
"Thanks a lot," he said evenly, "that's my appreciation, I guess."
"Appreciation?" she laughed. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"I went to a lot of bother to give you a careful ass screw," he told her. "This is the thanks you give me!"
It was obvious Brad had bombed out. She wasn't satisfied at all. It disturbed him no end that he had gone to such lengths to excite and stimulate her and wound up with her resentment.
"You women are all alike," he said sarcastically, as he went over to the bed and lay down.
"What do you mean?" she demanded. "You mean you want to rape my ass, force me to eat your ass out and lick your dick and swallow your sperm. And that's supposed to be considered fun?"
"It was for me," he said.
"Well it wasn't for me," she said frankly. "No way. You can take your sophisticated fuck and stick it up your own asshole as far as I'm concerned."
"Get out of here," Brad complained. "Buzz off. I paid eight bucks for this room and this is my thanks."
"Wasn't it nine?" she smiled, trying to rub salt in his wound.
"I don't know now," he said, "I'm too upset to know anything. AH I know for damn sure is that I want you to go. And go just as fast as you can."
Eagerly, she walked away. Brad was delighted to be rid of her. He couldn't stand her at this point in time.
As she got into her underclothes, he didn't say a single word. When she had finished dressing and went to the door, she turned and looked at him and smirked.
"Go get fucked," she snapped.
Brad wanted to wring her neck, but he didn't. He let her walk out of the door and out of his life and figured good riddance.
When he got home that afternoon, his mother didn't notice anything different about him. However, he felt so awful he wanted to reveal to her what he had been through. Finally, he did.
"Mom," he blurted, "I must confess something."
"What has my big boy done?" she asked him. "Or maybe I should ask who has he done?"
"How did you know?" he demanded.
"That look on your face, honey," she said, "it told me everything."
"You always could figure me out, couldn't you, mom?" he smiled.
"Certainly, dear," she said, "I guess the bond that binds mother and son does that."
"I took a chick out to a motel this afternoon," he said softly, "and I got into a lot of trouble."
"You didn't," she said in a low, angry voice.
"I'm afraid I did, mom," he admitted. "I wanted to teach her some sophisticated ways of balling."
The moment he mentioned sophisticated, she recognized that he would ask her to engage in oral sexual relations or anal sex. This bothered her as she figured she had a corner on the market and was counting on the young girls not giving in that way. However, she kept her cool and waited for him to unwind.
"Go ahead," she said smoothly, "tell mother all about it."
"All right," he agreed, "I'll tell you everything. But I want you to know I'm not proud of myself."
"I'm sure you're not," she nodded quietly, "and with good reason. Now go ahead and tell me, would you please?"
There was a momentary silence as Brad tried to gather his forces.
"All right," he agreed, "I'll tell you. I took Cindy to this stinkin' motel and I got her to eat my ass out and blow me."
Hearing that her heart sank. She recognized that the girl had played her trump card. However, she still kept her calm.
"Go ahead, darling," she said, "mother is listening."
Ashamed and embarrassed, he continued. "I even fucked her up her asshole," he half-smiled. "But she hated it."
The moment that Liz Jackson heard her son say that the young girl hated what he had done, she was so delighted and excited she couldn't help but smile.
"What are you smiling at?" he demanded.
"I'm amused at you," she said, "taking a young girl like that and expecting her to be sophisticated. She's too young. That's the advantage of having sex with an older woman."
"I'm finding that out," he nodded, sadly.