Chapter 7

Mae wanted to get dressed, but young Jerry grabbed at her as she tried to get off the bed and got his hand between her fat thighs, high up to her crotch, picking up a smear of slick goo that was running out of her pussy. "You wait here, just like you are," he said. "Hear what Mala's idea is. Dinner can wait!"

The woman giggled like a schoolgirl. "Dinner's all set right now," she said. "All I have to do is be there when the oven turns off. An hour from now. And Charles is over in Rancho Rico, waiting for a truck load of new seedlings and a ton of chicken manure."

The giggle only added to Mala's belief in the power of her idea. "Jerry," she demanded, "what's the name of that farm where the kids all go to make it? Garth's? Okay. Suppose you call that little Carter chick and ask her to go to Garth's with you tonight!"

The boy gulped. "Hey, that's pretty heavy," he said. "If a girl goes to Garth's with a guy, it's like saying she's ready to fuck him."

"Maybe it's just like saying she's ready to fuck," Mala replied mildly. "Remember what you told me about Timmy Schultz? How's he's got eyes for the Carter kid?"

Jerry's voice was thick. "Yeah, that's right. And I said he was one of the guys who seemed to know when a girl was ready! You mean that if she's ready, she could be ready for me just as easy as she could be ready for Tim?"

"That's what I've been trying to tell you," Mala replied. "I can't guarantee it, of course, not with any particular girl or particular guy. For all I know, the Carter chick may not like you, and she may be pissing in her pants for young Schultz. What do you think?"

The boy got up off the bed purposefully. "I think she-likes me pretty good," he said stoutly. "That doesn't mean she doesn't like Timmy. But I can try."

He didn't waste time looking up a number, just dialed four-one-one and asked for the Carter phone number. When he had dialed it, he waited, the perfect picture of confidence, until someone answered.

"Hi, Susie," he said, "it's me, Jerry Jonas."

The two women, leaning close to the phone, heard the girl squeal with pleasure.

"Jerry! "Wonderful! A surprise! What's up? Something big, I hope!" They could hear her giggle.

"Well, I'm not going to say how big it is, Susie, but it's up, and it's up for you!" He rolled his eyes at Mala and Mae, and Mala knew he could never have been so cool, so with it, if not for them as audience.

"Hey," they heard the girl's voice. "I didn't mean it like that!" But then, apparently in spite of herself, she let out a smothered laugh. "What's happened to you, all at once?"

As a look of sweetness and docility crossed the boy's face, Mae shook her finger under his nose and he looked at her and at Mala, who doubled a fist and aimed it in an imitation of a killer punch. "Go after her," she mouthed, and Jerry nodded.

"What do you mean, all of a sudden?" he asked with great good humor. "I've been getting around. I just all of a sudden noticed how great you looked today. You've, uh, changed."

The giggle was very happy. "Yeah," the girlish voice came over loud and clear. "I've changed, all right. Right out of every blouse and sweater and dress I own. Glad you noticed."

"How could I help it," the boy asked earnestly. "You're like a grown-up woman." He laughed easily. "Hey, there ought to be a thing on at Garth's tonight. First Friday of the school year. How about going with me?"

They heard the sharp hiss of an indrawn breath. "Golly, Jerry, I don't know. Garth's, hey? I guess so; the moon's almost full. When it's really full, most girls are, uh, ineligible." She laughed nervously. "You know what I mean, don't you?"

"Think I'm a baby?" Jerry asked. "Of course I do! But it doesn't make my girl ineligible there's more than one way to skin a cat." He smiled as Mala patted him on the back. "A pussy, I mean," he added.

There was a long silence from the girl, then she laughed. "You really are into it, aren't you, Jerry? Well, okay, you can take me. Timmy Schultz told me at school a while ago that he was going to call me. But he hasn't, not yet. And anyhow, Jerry, you know something? I, well, maybe I'm stupid to say this. But if it's to Garth's, I'd rather go with you!"

He had a hard-on when he hung up, his eyes looking far ahead, and Mae had tears in her eyes.

"Mala," she whispered, "you're the most beautiful, unselfish person I've ever known. To give this boy up, this great piece of meat!" And she stroked the boy's hard peter up and down, her throat clogging with desire.

"Cut it out," Mala said, tickling her under on of her gorgeously full, unbelievably firm titties "You and I are going along-not with Jerry baby here, but cruising on our own. I have an idea there are always a few stags hanging around. Am I right, Jerry?"

He looked at her blankly, and she repeated her question.

"Oh, sure, Mala," he smiled. "Sure! Sometimes they're, well, sort of toughs from over in Sonar Beach. But they act all right, because there's just too many guys there with chicks. I've heard that the guys with dates don't let anybody butt in unless he wants to swap. Ohhhhh!" he pranced up and down, holding his head. "I'm going to fuck Sue Carter!"

"Okay," Male said crisply. "Don't forget who set it up for you, and built you up to have the guts and the sense! And don't forget that Sue may be shopping around for more than one prick, too!" If she's anything like I was at her age, she said to herself, laughing inwardly.

Jerry put his arm around her, his face entreating. "Oh, Jesus, Mala, don't go that way on me!" he begged. "I'm just excited at the whole idea! Not just putting my cock into that little chickie. But being one of the real guys. But without you, none of it would happen. And if you say so, I won't go!"

Mala struck herself over the heart with her closed fist, thumb first. "God forgive me!" she cried. "I'm acting like a fucking wife! Listen, baby, you're as free as a bird. I mean it! Now come on, let's sort of play around and take it easy, hear?

Mae, you and I won't be left out-you just wait and see!"

It was the longest three hours that any of them had ever passed. Dinner seemed as if it would never end. Mister Charles said yes, sure, he'd love to see a movie if Mae would go, and Mae could have screamed, but Mala smiled and said: "I asked Mae to go with me to show me some shop in Santa Vaca; I'm a night bird, and we may be up late."

Mister Charles laughed indulgently. "My little doll doesn't get out with the girls very often," he said. "Go, and bless you!" .

Jerry left first, in his old Cadillac. "It's like bedroom in back," he joked. "That's what dad said when he gave it to me. Better than a sports car for what a boy needs a car for, that's what dad said Mom jumped him, but he just looked at her and smiled, and she shut up. She blushed, too."

They stayed a block behind him when he went to pick up the charming little tenth-grader with the grown-up breasts. In the light from her home, they could see that she wore a loose, simple dress.

"They tell me that everybody wears something easy to get into. For a guy to get into," Jerry quipped. "A girl with panties on, hell, the other girls hold her down and take 'em off her. So you know what I'm wearing?" he asked. "Pajama bottoms. No zipper, so it can all hang out."

They were in Mae's car, a comfortable family sedan, but each had a sleeping bag.

"If a girl's not getting enough action," Jerry advised them, "she just walks down the line of cars with a sleeping bag or a blanket. Down at the end is where they have the group stuff. Everybody fucks everybody, I hear. Or else!"

"Or else what?" both the women wanted to know, their eyes warm with anticipation, and Jerry answered: "Same as with the panties. The girls hold them down while any boy with a hard-on fucks 'em! Seems wild, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Mala answered, her tongue thick with the ideas her mind fed down to her warming pussy. "Yeah. What do you think, Mae?"

The little woman hung onto Mala, laughing. "Makes me want to turn somebody down," she twittered. "Hot damn, Mala! Let's go!" And they went, trailing Jerry and little Sue Carter, Mae in the top from Mala's winter pajamas, Mala in a tunic originally cut to wear with pants, and each of them sitting with their warm and naked bottoms on folded sleeping bags.

They dimmed their lights just before they turned into the lane leading south from Rancho Rico Road, a mile in from the coast. There were a dozen cars already in place, and there was a good deal of young laughter floating in the fragrant dark, heavy with the scent of night blooming flowers, citrus blossoms, turned earth, and rankly growing grasses.

"I think I smell something else," Mae whispered, leaning against the softness of Mala's breasts. "Some football jock must have skinned his prick. Wow!" aping the favorite juvenile ejaculation. "It smells marvelous!"

Mala reached behind her in the car and brought out a wig, fashioned of long, straight hair. "I'm a teacher," she explained to Mae. "I've got to live with these horny kids five days a week. Jerry, well, Jerry's different." The older woman had squeezed her arm.

"I hope this works for both of us," she said excitedly. "I did what you said, see? My hair in a pony tail with a red ribbon, same as Sue! But who could mistake me for a fourteen-year-old? Oh. baby! I hope it works!"

They stopped for just a second by Jerry's shining old car as they walked along, and Mala hissed: "Hi, Jer!"

He had to raise up from the seat in the back to say "Hi!" in a puzzled voice, and they heard a girl too: "What the hell? Who is that?" and Mala laughed softly, her arm around Mae, feeling on of her superbly youthful breasts.

"Sue Carter," she murmured to her companion "Thought she was looking in a mirror! Walk looser, take longer steps!"

They were coming closer to the end of the car, hearing talk and laughter, when a tall boy in nothing but a pair of white bib overalls, "farmer" overalls, came out of the gloom and said: "God damn it, Sue, how come you turned me down and showed up here, stag?"

He grabbed Mae by the arm and held her while she struggled, opening the PJ top with his other hand, freeing the big tits. "Wow!" he breathed. "Just like I thought they'd be!" He pulled her back of a car, and Mae was laughing quietly. She was still laughing when he tried to suck one of those super tits down her throat, but it soared to a wail of pure joy as they rolled on the ground, and Mala, her eyes now used to the dark, saw the big boy sinking his cock right into the darker wedge where Mae's body was joined to her strong, lovely thighs.

She watched for a moment in spite of the heat that was crowding in her, in spite of her hungry cunt, watching the hard expertise with which Timmy Schultz was plumbing Mae's pussy. In the dark, Mala heard him say: "Jesus, kid, you're tight! But not cherry! Good! I hate all that damned blood!" And with a triumphant feeling of having solved a problem, Mala went on down the line, listening to whistles and invitations.

Her tunic was sleeveless, so, when a strong hand grasped her arm high up, it slid right into the warm, lightly sweated armpit which Jerry had said was "Like a little cunt." She turned and smiled into a dark, intense face, and realized that this was no high school boy.

Without fear, she turned to raise her face, and the scowling young man drew her to him with a quick, hard movement, running his left hand between her thighs, plunging as many fingers as he could into her suddenly shocked cunt.

His mouth was plastered on hers, his tongue, long and broad, was searching her mouth, and his big right hand was deep in the cleft of her ass, the fingers prodding at her ass-hole. It was hot, hot, and Mala, feeling able to handle herself in any situation, felt no fear whatever, rather a sort of expectancy. Her sleeping bag fell from her arm as she, with her natural urge to enjoy, cupped the stranger's big balls in one hand while she hugged him hard with the other, and they went to the ground in a tangled heap, both laughing. But there was an oddity about this encounter-the dark man had no hard-on.

Big his cock certainly was, swollen enough to promise something marvelous when he did get it up. But it wasn't up. Not yet.

She was leaning down to find it with her warn lips, having disengaged her mouth from the long kiss, when she felt a stunning blow on the side of her face, saw a blaze of light from the blow, and was twisted over by a hard hand while cruel fingers twisted in her twat, so painful that she felt something inside her might be torn.

She was down for only a moment, hearing the snarling guy rapping out: "What's with you baby? Don't you dig the pain bit?" But eighteen years of gymnastics, heavy workouts every day, all planned for agility and balance as well as speed, plus, of course, a good looking girl's expectable experience in sexual wrestling matches made Mala a contact bomb in this sort of action.

The man screamed as she struck him under the nose with the flat of her hand, one bent finger tearing at the cartilage of his nose, and she was up in a short fraction of a second.

"You God damned slut!" the dark man shouted, leaping up to grab at her, reaching for the right wrist which she seemed awkwardly unable to keep from him.

She let him grab at it, locked his arm with both hands and jerked it down and up his back, so that he was forced to bend at the waist or have his shoulder dislocated. She held him in this position for perhaps two seconds and then, seeing that his big balls hung conveniently down between his legs, she took them in one hand and gave them one sharp, hard twist. Not enough to injure him permanently, but plenty to cause him the most exquisite pain now, and to leave him with a reminding pain for a week.

It had been a silent struggle, except for his first shriek and his shouted curse, but now he emitted a blood-curdling yell of masculine agony, all the more intense because Mala's grip on his twisted arm held him static.

She looked around at the suddenly stilled action around her, the open mouths, some still wet from eager pussies, or dripping semen from a boyish ejaculation of sperm unswallowed.

There was a clear path back to the dirt road, and on it there was a shiny, late model Chewy, broadside on.

Exerting a little pressure, Mala got the bent-over man started toward it, hurried him with a harder twist, running beside him, aiming his head at the side of the car. They were going at a sharp trot when they reached it, and she banged his head into the car's side with a sound like striking a big gong.

There were two sounds immediately after, a harsh gush of breath from the unconscious man's mouth, and the muffled thud of his big body falling into the dust.

So that he would not strangle, Mala carefully arranged his head so that his cheek was lying on his forearm, and turned back, watching to see the crowd reaction.

She remembered what Jerry had heard that a girl refusing to fuck was usually held down by other girls as an open prize for any boy with a hard-on, and was ready for it. But the only girl who approached her was a tall, slim brunette naked save for a very short wraparound skirt who held out a hand in welcome.

"That was wonderful," the young girl said earnestly. "He's a bad one, always jumping new girls We'd all have helped you, but I guess we were all well," and she laughed nervously, "busy with our boys!" Her small, pointed tits quivered in the moonlight, and she kicked daintily at the unconscious victim's naked ass.

"What made him scream like that?" she asked, looking at Mala with admiration. "Did you grab him by the balls? It was all over so quick! God damn!" she cried to all who lay or sat on the blankets, their fucking and sucking suspended for now, "This sister just knocked the shit out of George Leyes!"

She hugged a surprised and grateful Mala to her and whispered: "I hope you get a nice boy!" and then turned and lay beside a powerful looking young kid.

Mala, her heart pounding, adrenalin flowing through her tensed body, felt a pang of anger and sadness that this happy adventure had turned sour. Something about the night itself, perhaps the role she was playing, possibly the sharp ache in the tenderness of her bruised cunt, brought stinging tears to her eyes.

She had picked up her sleeping bag and was leaving, head down, amidst a soft chorus of goodbyes, when she almost stumbled over a person seated in the darker shadows of an old car, on a small blanket, dejection showing in every line of his small body.

There was something about finding someone in as bad a position as herself that lifted Mala out of herself, left her with an urge to laugh at her minor woes, and she sat down immediately, lowering herself to her knees, and putting one arm over the thin, naked shoulders. It was a boy, she had no trouble deducing that, for he had a hard-on, coming up in the dark between his thighs.

"What's the matter?" Mala whispered, putting her soft lips against his strong young neck.

The kid stirred, and Mala realized that, for all his small size, his upper arms and shoulders showed an unusual musculature, the long, corded muscles moving under his smooth skin like powerful cables. She put a hand under his chin, forcing his face up, a face streaked with shameful tears. So she kissed him, feeling unable not to do so, something telling her that perhaps her evening wasn't lost, after all.

There was his hard-on, plain to see in spite of the shadow, and she put a soft, warm, knowing hand down to it, rolling the skin gently up over the head, then back, assessing its size and hardness, all the while maintaining her kiss.

He was small, but she doubted that he was as young as he seemed, since he had quite a growth of hair on his belly, much more, for example, than fifteen-year-old Jerry. But something had interfered with his sexual development, or social experience, for he was only now letting her tongue into his young mouth, sucking back at it, sticking his own tongue into the dark, wet recesses of her kindly mouth.

Suddenly, without warning, he put both arms up to Mala, like a little child, and she let go his cock to hold him against her breasts, falling gently on her side, losing his tongue because he was smaller that she, and his mouth went to one of her aching tits.

"What's the matter, baby?" she whispered, petting him, again noting those amazing muscles, holding him close so that his rigid cock was pressed into her belly. The tunic had slid up as she had sat down, and something, perhaps her hands, perhaps his, had bunched it up above her breasts, and she impatiently eased it off over her head, leaving her naked.

The entire aspect of the evening had changed for Mala. She was no longer tense, no longer angry. A prick, stiff with need, was against her naked flesh, her cunt, aching from brutality a moment before, now ached with instant lust. Best of all, from her standpoint, here was a new friend, a youngster obviously hungering for pussy, obviously left behind by the pack as they all reached out toward life and sex.

"You sweet doll," she crooned, raising her leg to lay it across him, opening her twat in the process. "Give me your cock. Ah, ah, it's so sweet! Yes, baby! Let mama put it in for you!"

She could feel the chill of cunt juice running out of her and onto her thigh, and she let go of his tool just long enough to pick some of this up and rub it slickly onto the head, under the foreskin, along the column. "What a lot of goo!" she whispered to him. "Do you like cunt squeezings? Do you like that sweet stuff that mama's dripping out of her pussy?"

Against her breast she saw him nod eagerly, and she said in a soft voice: "Put your hand between my legs and pick some up. Oh, yes, honey, that's the way! Ooohh! That felt so nice! Oh! Easy, baby!" She held him close as he passed his wet hand up to his lips, and he sucked even harder at her breast, mumbling something.

She leaned down; he was whispering: "My first time! I don't know " and then his sucking mouth was nuzzling at her sensitive nipple again, was pulling it into his mouth with a painfully marvelous suction, and she realized she was jerking his cock so hard that his loins were plunging at her as if he were ready to shoot his youthful load onto the sweating, smooth roundness of her belly, into the crisp bush of her cunt hair.

"Unh-unh!" she said into his dusty smelling hair. "No way! Push a little, sweetie! Oooohh! That's the place! Yeah, yeah! Push a little harder!"

The head of it was in her cunt. She had time to think, I don't even know if he's bigger than Jerry, and I don't care! And she had pushed, also, pushed her sweetly craving cunt onto it and down and around so that her wet, hairy mound was now against his, and he was deep in, up her cunt as far as he could go, moving something very tender and good-feeling inside her vagina, and she felt the fuck-muscles begin their slip and slide, grab and kiss, relax and clamp back again, on this wonderful, hot, rigid bar of young meat. i wish you weren't so short, baby, she said in her mind. I wish I had your tongue to suck on while you're fucking me!

Somehow, the thought gave her eyes to see with, to see up inside in the complete dark of her flowing pussy, seeing the pink lining as it would look under a light, seeing the surface veins swollen and dark red, like the veins in her inner labia when she was hot enough to cum. I love this sideways fucking, she thought, giving her partner a powerful bump of her lower body, feeling the strong muscles of her buttocks contract over her anus, feeling a sweet, wild sharpness in her rectum as she clenched her ass to make her vaginal muscles cling tighter.

The desire to be fucked in the ass swept over her like a hot wind off the desert, and she was conscious of all of her cuntal area, the hairy mound, the thick outer lips carrying the hair down into the cleft of her ass, scattering them out down her thighs, the bruised and happy labia, the softly muscled hole closed around the glistening stem of this boy's cock, the dark valley below her pussy, now filled with her cunt's goo as it pumped out under the hard drive of this youngster. There was her puckered ass-hole, wildly aroused. Had that dark man, in his quick attack, gotten a finger into her back there?

The wave of cum-fire shook her entire body, but she held on to her cool, wanting to feel this strange kid shoot his load of living seed into her, wanting to feel the wet heat blast through her, to sense the hot spilling of his jism on her womb.

To take her mind off her approaching orgasm she nuzzled at his head, and he blindly turned his face up, only his mouth open, and she fed him her tongue, rejoicing that he had so mutely begged for it. One of his hands went around her, his arm was powerful, fantastically strong, and his hand went straight into that slippery cleft between her ass cheeks.

She almost stopped the movement of her body almost let the gentle clench and release of cunt muscle stop as she felt his cock swell and then shoot, swell and then shoot, each time giving her inner cunt walls a red hot wash of sperm. He seemed to cum and cum, long throbs and powerful gushes of semen, and her neck ached, her jaws were tired with the effort it cost to hold off her own blast of cum-fury. Until at last she could wait no longer, and the orgasm began far up inside her, pinching her vagina sharply and painfully, swelling up from her clitoris, which felt as if it would surely burst, and each throb of cumming seemed to swell in her belly, a hot need so great that her other parts, her clit, her cunt, simply carried out their function of easing the fuck-power out of her before she exploded.

For that sliver of enchanted time on the crisp grass and the softly turned earth, she had winged away from the world, gone briefly into that heaven of sensuality which does not come often, and she realized that this had truly been a magic joining of male and female, herself a gourmet of cunt rapture, and an undersized unknown boy, fucking in a desperate desire to give and to receive.

She cuddled him to her body, wanting all of his freshness and smoothness pressed into her, trying to hold his cock inside her slack and slippery pussy. His face was still turned up, his eyes still closed, and she had her left hand behind his head, cradling him like the baby she had never had and always wanted. His hand, which had pressed so marvelously against her sensitized ass-hole, lay soft and warm on her hip now.

With a deep sense of loss, she felt the itching slip as her tightness expelled his limp prick, and she moved so that the small, sticky morsel of meat would be against her warm belly. She could not remember a time in her life when she had been any more grateful for being a woman, for having a cunt, for owning the gift of peace and manhood for the males who needed it.

She was content.