Chapter 6
When Mala finally awoke, it was the telephone that did it. The lamp was turned off, Jerry was gone, and she had been covered against the early morning chill of the southern California night.
It was Mae Charles, her voice soft and loving, who said: "Any time you're ready, your breakfast is, my dear. Charles has eaten, but Jerry and I are waiting for you."
It was a marvelous meal, with tender pork cutlets browned in their coating of flour and egg, and eggs scrambled in cream, with tender mushrooms and fresh tomatoes laced through hem, and a warm platter of fresh, hot rolls.
As on the day before, they went to school together in the blue sports car, but now there was no necessity for play-acting so that the suggestible youth could see her softly divided, hairy lipped little treasure. Instead, as soon as Mala backed her lovely rump into the seat, Jerry had his searching hand ready, and he groaned in love and lust as his fingers sank into the wealth of slickness and heat.
She turned and kissed him, their tongues rolling against each other, and she drew away smiling. "Part of that goop is right out of your big balls, honey!" she whispered to him. "Don't get me too hot; I might stop and spread my pussy open for you right on the way to school."
He took her hand and put it on his cock, lying, hard and thick against his thigh in his neat gray flannel slacks. "I'll be ready any time you are," he grinned at her. "You know something, Mala? Sex is good for a person! I don't feel sleepy, not one bit!"
She kissed him again, tenderly this time, and looked deep into his eyes. "You'd better believe it always, Jerry," she answered him solemnly. "It's the best tonic in the world for anything that's wrong with you."
At school that day, as he sat at her desk getting final fill-ins on his daily room-and-teacher schedule, he leaned down to whisper: "Look at the girl three people behind me. The little one in the red shirt. And the guy behind her. Tell you about them later."
On the way home, after it was all over for the week, and she would begin, on Monday, to teach physical education and coach the two gym teams, she waited for him to do his talking. But it was only after he had followed her into her luxurious little home that he opened up, sitting on her bed, watching her strip down, opening his fly to let his cock stand up in the warm air.
"That kid, you know, the one I pointed out? Who's she remind you of? The way she's built, I mean."
Mala was honestly puzzled for a moment and then his meaning struck her. The girl, not more than fourteen, had tits like Mae Charles, had a small, gorgeously stacked body like Mae's, with a wide and inviting lushness of hip and a womanly generosity of thigh, very much like the housekeeper.
"By God!" Mala swore. "She looks like Mae Charles. That's what you meant, isn't it?"
He fell on her with glee, feeling her nude body, kissing at her nipples, fingering the soaked farrow of her twat.
"I meant to tell you last night," he said. "I went to bed right after you left, but I couldn't get to sleep. I got up and wandered around, and heard some noises in the gym, so I peeked in. Golly! You shouldn't believe what I saw!" He stroked his cock, which was growing larger. I'll believe it," Mala laughed. "You saw Mae Charles doing exercises, and she was naked. Right?"
"God damn right," he said earnestly. "Wow! You know, last night I said she was too old, and then I admitted I'd peeped on her, and that she gave me a hard-on."
"I know," Mala said. "I remember. I thought it was sweet that you felt that way. That she turns you on like that."
"Turns me on!" he hooted. "I'll bet I've jerked off a million times, thinking of her. Seeing her in my mind!" His voice was tight, tense, urgent. "Didn't you hint that I might, well, no, that's nutty. I must have heard you wrong. Me, a dumb kid thinking about fucking a grown up lady, older than my mom? But I think you said I could. Didn't you?"
"So, all right," Mala laughed. "Remember what I told you-that every girl, no matter what she says or does, really hopes the boy with her will try to get it into her pussy? Well, a lot of ladies think such things, too."
"You said I could fuck her," Jerry said, very low. "I think you're kidding."
"Maybe I'll prove it to you," Mala smiled. "But what's that got to do with the girl, except she looks like Miz Charles?"
The big kid had finished undressing. He was poised, confident, as though he had peeled his clothes off in a woman's bedroom a thousand times. "I want to fuck her, too," he said. "Remember what you promised? That you'd help me get any girl I wanted? Well, I want her! Her name's Sue Carter; her dad's the big insurance man in town. I want to spread her out and open up her little pussy and suck her out and fuck her!"
His voice had raised almost to a shout, and Mala was tickled at his guts, his heat, his determination.
"My goodness," she said, turning her eyes up to Heaven in an ironic display of piety. "How you talk! Do you think she's going to roll right over for you?"
He looked fifteen years old again, dismayed, apologetic.
"That guy behind her. He's the one I told you about."
"The one you said 'we'll call him Timmy Schultz'? " Mala asked. "The one who knows when the chicks are ripe and ready?"
Yeah," Jerry acknowledged. "His name really is Timmy Schultz. And he's got his big eyes on Sue.
Mala sat for a few seconds, then opened her thighs and pulled the standing boy between them, touching his hard cock to each of her nipples.
"I can get you Miz Charles right now," she said slowly. "But do you remember what you told me about Timmy Schultz and the other guys who really-or at least in your belief-get a lot? That they never tell anyone? You've got to be the same. I mean it. You not only ruin things for yourself by talking; you could cause an awful lot of bigger trouble for someone else."
After Jerry's assurances, it didn't take long for Mala to set things up. It was daring; it meant she had to trust the older woman, had to believe she meant what she said about how hot she was, how much she craved cock, how directly she desired the stud services of young Jerry Jonas.
And Mala was just a little tricky.
"I've decided to give you something nice, something lovely," she told the small, big-titted woman on the phone. "Something you've been wanting." She made her voice low, gave it a throb, created a kissing, sucking noise, and Mae squealed with delight.
"I'll be there before you can count ten!" she cried, and Mala, laughing, pushed Jerry into her luxurious bathroom.
"Come out as soon as you want to," she told him. "You won't need a cue. Let your cock be your guide."
She held the front door open and met the charge of the affectionate, impulsive little housekeeper head on, holding the small, well stacked body against hers while the two of them kissed, a long tonguing, sucking kiss, which left them both breathless.
Very practically, with a bold look that seemed touching to Mala, Mae Charles crossed her hands to her hips as soon as they broke their embrace, and lifted her light summer dress up and off, confirming what the contact had told Mala-underneath the dress, there was only the bare, smooth, warm body of the tiny brunette.
Mala gasped, The little woman had looked very good, even in the conservative dresses she usually affected. But big breasts can be saggy, out of shape, unattractive. Not Mae Charles's!
In spite of their billowy size, they were as firm as Mala's, with very wide circles of moon-landscape, nubby flesh in their aureoles surrounding the pink nipples. And her body was simply a picture of sexual delight, with its satiny skin, smoothly rounded little belly, flaring hips, and sweetly rounded thighs.
She stood for a moment, her face aflame with a blush that extended down to her toes, but with merry, loving eyes, and threw herself at the younger woman.
They rolled on the bed, kissing, fingering each other, and, to Jerry's surprise as he stood peeking through a crack in the bathroom door, Mala seemed as eager to explore the housekeeper's cunt as the little woman was for Mala's. He shook his head, grinning, needing no stroking hand to keep his cock up.
"You're lovely, Mae," Mala gasped when the two pinwheeling figures seemed to flow together mouth to mouth, kissing, laughing, looking into each other's eyes. "These boobs, they're beautiful!" She took one of the big pillows of flesh in both hands, squeezing it until the blue-veined flesh squirted out between her fingers, making the little woman shut her eyes and squeal in joy.
Mae had a finger in the blonde woman's cunt, the moving of her wrist and forearm showing that she was carefully, kindly finding the hot spots in and around its entry.
"You're fantastic down here," the small woman whispered. "Oh, my dear, how I wish I had a cock!" She stuck out her little pink tongue and laughed ruefully. "Maybe I can make it up in skill and understanding for what I lack in size and length!"
She tumbled Mala back and victoriously jammed her face into the girl's split. Her own smooth rump, looking ever so much wider due to her crouching over Mala's face, was turned toward the bathroom, as Mala had intended it to be for Jerry's sake, and the young boy, his breath held saw the big, wetly pink pussy protruding out open from its inner heat, glistening with the cunt-dew that was stirring in her from a twisting desire, a wrenching need for sex, for a cock, for a tongue, for anything what would release her from this swelling storm.
Well he thought, Mala said I'd know when to get it on The fire that the wise, gently busy tongue of the hot little woman was stirring in Mala's cunt had glazed her eyes with lust, had closed her mind to any consideration except her own impending orgasm. Through her half-closed lashes, she could see the glories of the little woman's pussy, and her tongue was aching to lap some of that sweetly saline cum-juice that was curling down the wet cunt hairs in clear, slick little drops. It had happened more quickly than she had expected. And her response to the sensuality, the sweetness of this tenderly eager human, this member of her own sisterhood, this cunt-carrying woman, had been more powerful than she could have dreamed.
Thus, when two strong thighs appeared at her cheeks, and a simply beautiful cock, its single eye dripping a clear fluid, appeared above her face, she was shocked simply because her response to Mae's love had shot her into another world.
But she was delighted. She knew that Mae was too deeply buried in the open twat under her lips to notice anything less than a full-sized cock jammed into her. She would not see anything in a mirror, or in her peripheral vision, nor would she feel the weight of a new body on the bed.
Mala, ready to cum, enjoying the creative cunt-sacking of another woman, knowing she was being tenderly carried to the crest of a sweetly fulfilling cum, let her feeling go, let her warmth and heat and slickness flow through her belly, let it twist in her happy cunt muscles, explode in her inflamed mind. And with it, she gently, expertly guided the tip of that hard young cock into the darkly dripping hole that was centered in the pink bubbles of juicy membrane just above her.
And Jerry, as hot as he had ever been, let his preceptress, his procuress, hold his cock as it slowly entered the throbbing vagina.
For a moment, Mae probably felt that Mala had entered her with a dildo of some kind, for she stiffened, then, with her face still plastered in the juicy folds of the younger girl's cunt, wagged her ass in delighted answer. And Mala, keeping up the deceit just for the humorously earthy hell of it, clamped her soft thighs on the curly head. She, too, was almost entirely without a view, but what she saw was as hot a sight as she would have asked.
So close to Mala's face that she could inhale its aphrodisiac sweetness, the little woman's thick-lipped cunt was wide open, even to the top, now the bottom because of the housekeeper's reversed position, so that the fiercely straining clitoris, a very large one, was in plain sight, and Mala's gaze was fixed on it.
And also on Jerry's cock, looking enormous because she saw all of it far past his big young balls, seeming to extend clear back to his un-haired anus. She could, she believed, get all the sweetness of both her friends if she could only reach a bit higher.
In perfect condition, able almost to lick her own pussy if she had tried very hard, Mala easily go up to where she could take young Jerry's balls in her mouth.
They were rank and beautifully gamy from his day of exertion in the powerful September heat, and they were held tightly against his stiff cock by excitement, but she gargled first one and then the other, and was rewarded by his sudden lurch as he slammed even deeper into the flowing depths of the housekeeper's cunt.
A softly spreading quake of cum-heat was gushing through every nerve in Mala's eager body, and she raised it to fever pitch by moving her face, just able to get to the cum-drenched cunt of the little brunette. There had been a gathering flow of pussy-juice in it since Mae had first rushed in, and it had been growing as she nursed so hotly on Mala's sweetly throbbing pussy.
Now, a big mouthful had grown in the folds of flesh which protected the big clitoris, and this reward of taste and slickness and love-promise hired the powerful sucking tongue of the girl on the bottom. She took in-haired flesh, jumping clit, soft lining and all, swallowing the rich cunt flow gratefully, sucking hard on the bursting little sex bud, and all hell broke loose.
As a tidal wave of orgasm, breaking inside her cunt like a time bomb whose hour has come, shook the little housekeeper, she closed her arms, grip on Mala's thighs, thrust her tongue deeper into the blonde girl's clasping hole, and pushed her ass high into the air, feeling heat rush out of her like a storm of cumming, and then, feeling that hard thing, whatever it was, slam into he again, she knew it for what it was.
A cock! A strange, lovely, pulsing cock!
And with that knowledge, in her gratitude toward her young friend, she sank down, let the cock penetrate her to her very limits, sucking harder on Mala, mashing her big, tender tits into the girl's belly and pelvic cradle.
She felt her cunt throbbing, trying to suck up and grasp its way around the cock and still include the marvelously strong lips which were nibbling at her clitoris, and just then, like a healing magic, she felt the powerful, hot flow of male semen pour around her vagina, over the mouth of her womb, and felt it ease its trickly-hot way down between the lips of her cunt, now so sensitive that the least touch increased the orgasmic beauty that was racking her belly.
Since her final, half-fainting instinct was to save her lovely woman friend from being crushed Mae did not fall forward, but to one side, and Jerry, honestly feeling somewhat alarmed at his temerity in spite of Mala's assurances, in spite of the hot scene he had witnessed, fell with her, holding on to her flanks, keeping his cock wedged inside her, and she could have blessed him for it.
Mala, happy and perhaps the least affected of them all, in spite of her long, slow-drooling orgasm, lay face up, a satisfied smile on her flushed face.
Then, since the other two seemed locked and glued together with love, and there was a flood of Jerry's milky white sperm on the inside of Mae's thighs, Mala made a half roll, lifted the little woman's leg, and eased her face into where she could lap up the rich, slick seed. Mae began to laugh. "You said you'd give me something nice, Mala, and you certainly did! Jerry, my darling boy, I've been like a mother to you, but I never felt really motherly." She turned and pulled herself off his cock with an involuntary groan of loss, and kissed him, holding his face away from hers to look at him at close range. "Unless I'm a very incestuous mother, and that's not impossible!"
The big boy grinned in an abashed way and muttered: "Mala said you'd go for it, but I didn't believe her. Hey!" as Mae took his cock into her mouth, "Mala! Is this all right, too!"
Mala laughed delightedly and Mae, unwilling to remove the warm mouthful of boyish peter from her lips, rolled her eyes.
The two women wrestled the boy all over the bed, tickling him, alternating kisses on his cock and balls, leaping and screaming with laughter as he, in turn, grabbed at a tit, or goosed his dripping fingers into a gooshy cunt. He had gotten back some of his aplomb, and he kissed Mae gently and sweetly and told her: 'I've always wanted to get it into you, and it was Mala who gave me the guts!"
"But you were the one who had the hard-on, don't forget that," laughed Mala. "Without the hard-on, there wouldn't have been anything much!"
"Ho, ho, ho!" Mae said with a leer of exaggerated lechery. "Speak for yourself, baby! And be careful what you say. I had you shooting your lovely wad before this hunk of boy ever got that enormous thing into me. Let me see it again, Jerry," she demanded, pulling at his softening cock, pushing the foreskin back, kissing the head She turned again to Mala, but winked at Jerry to include him. "And it wasn't only this prick I fell in me and on me," she said. "No fuck from behind no matter how sweet, ever made me cum like that! I felt you, baby!"
She let go of Jerry to hang on to Mala, kissing her over and over, happy tears running down her cheeks. "This is the sweetest thing that ever happened to me. But one boy, no matter how strong he is, can't take care of two women. And Mala saw you first!" She smiled tremulously.
"Suppose I told you that this young turk has eyes for still another girl?" Mala asked with a wicked laugh. "What then, Mae? What would y say?"
"That he's too damned ambitious," Mae laughed, but her face was concerned. "Jerry, you can't do it," she warned. "It's more than any man could do!"
"Pooh!" Mala answered promptly, cradling Jerry's hand in her lap, letting his knuckles rub into the fat softness of her mound, with its curly blonde hair. "Men can fuck more than they think they can. And Mae, I expect you've been brainwashed with the same negative thinking. What's the old saying? Put a bean in a jar every time you screw during the first year of a marriage, and take one out for every time you fuck after that, and it'll take you five years to empty the jar?" Her laugh rang out, happy, scornful, inspiring. "That's bullshit, Mae! Bullshit, Jerry! Don't you believe it!"
She pulled Jerry's head to her breasts, pushing a big, hard nipple into his mouth. "Suck me, baby!" she commanded, and loved the smile on his boyish face as he complied. "You've got his cock, Mae. He only emptied his balls ten minutes ago. What does his cock tell you?"
"My God," the little woman said. "It's, uh, waking up!"
Mala pushed the six-foot baby away from her breast, laughing at his protests. "Suck Mae," she ordered. "Go ahead, you suck one of those beautiful things and I'll suck the other!"
She glanced up lovingly at the flushed, pretty face of the housekeeper. You don't look middle-aged, baby, Mala thought. You look about twenty. And this is good light She took one of Jerry's hands and put one of his fingers to her twat, moving involuntarily as his finger automatically inserted itself into her seething cunt lips. She put two of her own fingers down to Mae's dripping sluice, and got a surprise.
It was not easy to get two of her fingers into that well lubricated hole; she had to push. "Hey," she said, "a good fuck tightens you up, doll! That's fantastic!"
She thought again of how young the housekeeper looked in the midst of heat, and of how amazingly her cunt closed its lips and muscles. A bold idea began to form in her mind, and she gave Mae a quick, probing kiss. "We're all set for a long time," she announced. "Listen to me!"