Chapter 8
The years of being taught as well as the years of teaching had made Mala empathetic to younger people of both sexes; possibly it had strengthened her yearning to help anyone, regardless of age or sex. It was not in her to bestow a sex experience on someone like this young male and then get up and walk away; the giving experience and the leaching experience demanded more than that from her.
She had put the short tunic on again and was on her naked ass, letting the jism and her cunt-juice ooze out on the boy's blanket, holding gently onto his shrunken prick, inclined to be amused at her interest in it while it was in this state.
She felt that he was awake, and she whispered: "My name's-uh-Molly. That's short for Margaret. What's your name?"
He moved his face against her bare thigh, and she felt him kissing her skin. "Roy," he said. "Roy Flack. I'm new here."
With a start, she remembered him; the name was unusual; he had registered only today Thank God for the wig, she thought. She remembered that he had been timid and shy, but had certainly looked thoroughly at her tits. She was also glad that she had called herself Molly rather than Mala; that would have, indeed, been a slip of Olympic proportions. Her name, MALA PETERS, had been on a large recognition sign for all to see who registered and were assigned; the name Mala was uncommon, and, in spite of Lew Jonas's promises, she would not court disaster.
"I'm from down the coast, myself," she said. "This is my first time here. I guess it is for you too, isn't it?"
"Yeah," he said. "But we've got a place like it, up home. In Citrus City. I never had any luck up there, and if it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have had any luck here, either."
There was a movement just above them and looked up. It was Jerry, with the bright-eyed little Sue Carter hanging on to his arm. They'll know he fucked her, the smart ones at school, thought proudly. And I did it for him "Hi," she said to them. "Sit down. I'm Molly, this is Roy. He's new here. And I live down the coast."
"Hey, something's familiar about you, I mean, like I maybe know you," Sue bubbled. She shook hands, and her soft little paw was sticky with Jerry's jism. He looked different, too, with some dark smears on his face, a few dark splatters on his shirt.
"Hey, I know!" the girl said. "You were with another girl. She looked like me!" The child burst out laughing. "I saw her a few minutes ago with a friend of mine."
"Guy named Timmy Schultz," Jerry said. "He like to shit when I walked past them with Sue, here. My name's Jerry," he said. "Forgot to introduce myself. Sorry. Anyhow, old Tim did a double take." He laughed reminiscently. "He wanted Sue tonight, but I got her! Didn't I, baby?"
The young girl, sitting cross-legged on the blanket, hugged Jerry's arm rapturously. "You got me, all right, baby! You really got me!" She moved nervously. "Hey, I'm leaking on somebody's blanket. I hope it's all right!" Jerry leaned close to Mala. "Sue was cherry," said. "I got it, can you believe? This is blood on my face. I sucked her out, after we fucked. I got her blood all over my shirt, ain't that something?" was almost bursting with pride. "What do you think of that?"
Roy, bless him, laughed. "It's wonderful," he said. "But I wouldn't trade if you threw in your car. This chick here, this Molly, she's wonderful!" He stopped quickly, and Mala realized that his voice had choked with emotion.
Jerry and Sue got up and walked away. "See you," they all chorused. And Mala kissed Roy.
"I meant to ask you awhile ago," she said, "where did you get those muscles?" She felt his upper arm; it was like a model in a book on anatomy, perfectly formed, perfectly balanced.
His smile was happy. "Workouts," he said. "I'm not big enough for football, but I'm crazy about gym. I wonder if they'd let me be on their team, here. It's supposed to be pretty good." He touched her shyly, running his hand down the upper slope of her breast. "I hope I was all right," he said. "Did I tell you? I never did this before. Not with a nice girl."
Mala kissed him, a long, sweetly tonguing kiss, and held on to his young cock, run out just a bit during the conversation with Jerry and Sue.
"But you've done it before?" she asked, smiling.
"Yeah," he said. "One of the guys up home brought a, uh, one of those ladies, well, you know." He was embarrassed.
"A whore," Mala said. "I think that's fine! Was she cute? Was she young? Did you like her?"
"Oh, sure, Molly! She got paid for it, but she was from up at Convoy State, you know, a student. She had to get money for college, she said. Boy, she was pretty wild!"
"What did she do?" Mala asked softly. "How many guys did she take on? I might want to try it, myself," she said, "in case my money doesn't hold out."
The kid grabbed her arm. "No!" he said. "Not you! She was okay, I guess, but she sucked me! Sucked my peter," he said.
Mala began to laugh. "Roll over on your back," she ordered. "Go on, I mean it!"
Slowly, softly, as soon as he was flat, she took his young cock into her mouth, gently cleansing it of congealing sperm, of her own leftovers, holding his balls in one hand as she squeezed the stem of it with the other, looking at him out of the corners of her eyes.
He had started up as she began, but now he lay quietly, and soon, as his cock hardened in her mouth, he laughed. "See," he whispered, "I'm a real jerk. I acted like it was terrible for a girl to suck. Just shows what a dummy I am." He put his hand on her head and pressed it down, since he was really hard by now and instinctively wanted that closure of her throat on his cockhead. They learn so fast, Mala thought wryly. Right out of mama's womb and into sex!
She sucked harder, moving her body so that her lovely ass, in all its divided lusciousness, was near his shoulder. She felt his hand slide between her thighs, in one of the sweetest gestures a woman can ever know, one she can never tire of, and she thought for a fleeting second about that young whore. What a bittersweet joy, to spend her passion on whatever man or boy had a hard-on and a few dollars, sometimes unable to know the glory of a cum because someone couldn't hold it; unwilling to waste the time to get the cock hard again and have a real orgasm, since another customer might be waiting.
She felt Roy's fingers probing into her, and moved her ass so that she would get the most feel out of it, so that his knuckles grazed her clit as she bobbed and weaved, sucking harder on his rigid, sweetly rank cock. Just about the same size as Jerry's, she said in her mind, and knew it didn't matter. Hard enough to get in, long enough to touch the tenderness just inside, thick enough to make a little friction. The thought made her cunt nip at Roy's fingers, and he bumped delightedly, striking deep into her throat. His other hand went up between them to milk her breasts, one after the other, and he suddenly withdrew his seeking hand and said: "Molly! Listen, Molly! Can I, you know, have you? I mean, can you get over my face, so I can suck you? That guy, Jerry, he said he sucked Sue. And I know guys do it! Please?"
Without taking his prick from her mouth, Mala moved, lifted a strong thigh, and settled her streaming twat over his mouth.
And, as he began to suck, he also began to cum. and as he began to cum, she felt it start in her bowels again, the gut ache of violence, the beauty of orgasm, the racking desire turning to wet fire in her body, the itch of lust rising in her.
It was as sweet as their first time, and little Roy, his young face in earnest appeal, begged her not to leave him. There were cars starting up and feeling their way out of the dark dirt lane and on to the curving highway that ran inland through Rancho Rico and El Portal and on to the desert.
"I promise you, I'll call you," she whispered, kissing him. "I loved your cock. I love the idea that you, well, aren't so experienced that you're tired of it."
"I love everything about you," he vowed. "The way you talk! Wow! Cunt and cock and fuck! Do all girls talk that way?"
"After they know you," Mala said. "But you'd better know them before you start talking that way!" She laughed, highly pleased with herself and her life. "I promise, I'll see you soon. And listen, go get registered for that gym team! I'll bet you can still make it!"
She walked slowly down the scattered line of cars. Kids were still leaving, and she saw that Jerry had left. The soft night air felt good on her skin, on her bare thighs as they rubbed together, slick goo making them hiss as they met and rubbed and separated. The big boy she recognized as Timmy Schultz was leaning against Mae's car, looking down at her, and both of them were laughing. The boy looked up at her and stuck out his big paw.
"I'm Tim Schultz," he said. "M'friends call me Timmy! That's right, ain't it, angel?" He squeezed one of Mae's opulent breasts. "Baby!" he said, "You're the greatest!"
"I'm Margaret," Mala announced. "My pals call me Molly. Irish, you know." She was pleased by Mae's poker face. That woman knew how to meet any situation!
Timmy turned back to kiss the tiny woman, old enough to be his mother's older sister, and said: "I'm so damn lucky! I could've been out here with a dumb kid fourteen years old! Mary Frances, here," he said to Mala, "is ten times as good as some dumb high school chickie. Wow! I'm getting a hard-on again, just thinking about it! Look!"
He waved a big cock, of which he was obviously proud, at the two women, and Mae said: "Timmy-likes the idea of us college girls coming down here and mixing with the kids." She bent and kissed his cock, stood on tiptoe to kiss him, and tossed her sleeping bag into the car. "Come on, Molly,' she said, "I've got to get in before the house mother holds bed check!"
She hugged the big high school stud, her face against his chest. "I can't give you my phone number," she said. "I'd be in real trouble! But I promise you, solemnly promise you, I'll call you Baby, believe me," she said earnestly, "You car have me any time; just let me set the time and the place. I'd crawl over a hundred college boys to get to your cock!"
When they had finally broken away, their car among the last six or eight to leave, Mae leaned against Mala, who put her arm around the smaller woman. Her hand naturally fell on Mae's soft, heavy breast, and she fooled around with the open PJ top until she had her hand on the warm, smooth flesh, feeling the nipple harden between her fingers.
"Mala," the little woman said in a low, shaking voice, "You've taught me the meaning of love, the meaning of friendship."
"Mae," the younger woman laughed, comfortable in her life at this moment, "you're beautiful, you know that? And I love you too. It was a lovely evening, wasn't it?"
"Wow! As the kids say so properly, wow!" Mae replied. "It was like you said or guessed. But even if Timmy hadn't been there, I know, now, that I would have gotten it, and plenty of it. Mala, this means a lot to me. Those kids! Tim really thought I was nineteen! You wouldn't believe how he fucked!"
She rubbed her beautiful little belly, laughing ruefully.
"I feel like I'm real loose up inside," she said. "Poor old Charles! Well, what right have I got to expect a man fifty years old to fuck every night? Anyhow," she giggled, "I doubt I could do it, either! But that Tim! Wow!"
They showered together in Mala's cottage, soaping each other, sticking a slick finger into a slicker twat, giggling with the joyously carefree thrill of feeling like schoolgirls.
"Which we were, tonight," Mae chortled. "All I want is for Charles to join a service club, a political committee, a church group and a bowling team." She goosed Mala, her small finger hitting almost directly into the blonde's ass-hole, setting up that sharp desire to be fucked in the rectum.
They heard a knocking at the door, and Mala, knowing it could be Mister Charles, went to the door, slipping the chain off as she saw the shining face of young Jerry.
He hugged Mala and pinched her breast, saying: "Did you ever see a young kid with tits like Sue? Hey, how's about getting into the shower with you two?"
He held a soapy Mae, his cock fat but now, alas incapable of another erection. His face was merry "Remember what I asked you a minute ago?' he said to Mala. "Did you ever see a young kid with tits like Sue's, you know? Here's one! Mary Frances Leopold, from some dumb junior college down the coast!" He kissed her. "Honest, Miss Charles, you're so wonderful!"
Mala patted his lean, strong butt. "Glad you had a good time," she said. "You got yourself maidenhead. How'd you get rid of the blood? It must have been exciting."
"God!" the kid swore. "T thought I'd never get it into her. She kept pushing up and groaning and cussing, telling me I had no business being so God damned big! How about that! Until finally it broke. Hot damn, what a feeling! I must have cum a quart! You know something? I fucked her twice more!"
"Not counting going down on her." Mala observed dryly.
"Oh, that!" the boy said. "Yeah, I got so hot, seeing that blood, I just had to suck her off. Man, she's going to be a hot number! Says she wants to fuck every boy in school! And says she'll get me another girl as soon as we, well, get tired of each other." He grinned shyly. "She's a lovely person. Everybody's lovely! All of us!"
And he began to cry.
Mala gave him a drink, they calmed him down, and he and Mae went to the big house together, arm in arm. Mala, looking after them with a maternal smile, closed the door and went to the bed, turning out the last light, yearning for rest.
It had been a marvelous day.