Chapter 3
Arriving home around midnight, Terry was surprised to discover the apartment empty. Her thirteen-year-old son Tad was still out. Disturbed about his absence, and with her own problems momentarily forgotten, she walked into his bedroom. Perhaps, he left a note.
But she found nothing. The boy was simply tomcatting around with the gang of older boys he chose to run with. The lack of a strong father figure was having its effect on the boy's conduct and was another reason Terry wanted to find a man and get married. She was fast losing all control over him.
At thirteen, the boy had reached a stage where he needed a strong man to teach him right from wrong. Lately, even his language began to reflect the gutter oaths of his older companions. Several times, she had to' scold him for using the most terrible and degrading of all epithets, the slang for sexual intercourse.
The word fuck almost made Terry physically
And as she stood alone in Tad's bedroom, she began to have all sorts of suspicions about her son's activities.
Was he running around with loose women? she asked herself.
And although she never approved of snooping or invading the privacy of another, not even a thirteen-year-old son, she felt, as a concerned mother, that she had the right and privilege to search her son's room for evidence of any sexual misconduct. The boy's entire future could depend on how she handled him at this stage in his life.
Searching through the drawers and under the bed and even under the mattress yielded nothing. Slowly, her suspicions began to recede. The boy was just wild, going through a stage of rebelliousness, she decided. But basically, he was a good boy.
As she was about to leave the bedroom, Terry instinctively opened the clothes closet door and riffled through the clothes hanging down. A bright, metallic object caught her eye. Quickly, she brushed aside all of the clothes and reached down for the hidden object.
Removing it from the closet and setting it down on the bed, Terry realized that she was looking down at a motion picture projector. Her heart leaped into her mouth. She thought he had perhaps stolen the projector. Returning to the closet, she located several reels of film and a screen for home showing. Something within her compelled her to fit the reel of film into the projector and set the screen up. She simply had to see the kind of film that her son tried to keep hidden from her eyes. Perhaps, it was all very innocent, and perhaps not.
After fumbling about with the levers, Terry finally managed to lock the film in place and start the mechanism. In the darkened room, images leaped onto the screen.
Naked images. Lewd images.
Terry gasped in shock and dismay as the theme of the film revealed itself almost immediately. There were only two actors: an old man and a girl who couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen years old. Two, pair-shaped tits were just beginning to swell out of her chest and the cheeks of her ass were ripe as peaches. A few silky strands of hair adorned the thick lips of cunt. The cleft of cunt was distended; there was little doubt that the girl was already an adept fornicator.
The man was old, gray, balding, but not unpleasant to see. His chest was still well-developed and his paunch slight. His ass did not yet sag. His skin was tight over the corded muscles of his body. His penis was long and thin, it hung limply. Indeed, the limp state of the man's dick provided the fragile plot on which the story revolved.
"Fuck me, daddy," the girl said with wide, blue eyes that looked adoringly up at the aging atlas.
"Can't," the old man replied. "I'm ... impotent. Can't get it up. Haven't had a bone on for years!"
The girl laughed a carefree, girlish laugh. "Bet I can raise a bone for you, daddy. Bet I know how to make you stiff again!"
"Try," the girl's father replied. "Oh, please try and restore my manhood."
The oddly-matched couple were in a living room. The old man sat down on a couch and spread his brown, hairy legs. The girl positioned herself on her hands and knees. Gazing lovingly up at the long, grayish-skinned penile shaft, she took hold of the soft appendage and, without a moment's hesitation, popped the cockhead into her mouth. Slowly at first, she started to suck on the cock-knob as though she was happily tasting an all-day sucker. With one hand, the girl reached up and proceeded to massage the wrinkled sac.
"Ahhhhh," the gray-faced man sighed. Terry guessed that he must have been in his fifties, perhaps close to sixty. The contrast in age between the man and the girl was so startling that Terry found herself fascinated in spite of her aversion to such acts.
Saliva dribbled out of the girl's small mouth as she continued to suck, nibble, tongue and pull on the pink cockhead. After five minutes of frenzied sucking, the penile shaft began to stretch out but the tissues didn't become rigid.
Finally, the girl looked up. "You need more treatment, daddy," she told the old man.
"Hopeless," he whined. "I'll never be able to feel a cunt again."
Leaping to her feet, the girl flared. "Don't give up the ship, yet. We have only just begun! Now take a good look at my naked body, my tits, cunt, ass, my legs. ... Is there any special part that turns you on?" she asked with the self-confidence of a forty-year-old woman. "Anything you'd like to do, or have me do to you? Think, dad, think," she urged. "Would you like to smell my cunt? How about licking it as though you were wiping it? Does that turn you on?"
The old man thought as he eyed the girl's nude body from head to toe, front and back. Finally, he said, "I ... I'd like to suck your cunny box. That might do it. The thought of my tongue up the twat ... the hairless twat," he corrected, "turns me on. Maybe, I'd be able to bone up then."
"You stick your tongue up my pussy and eat all you want. But first," she said turning, "I have to take a pee. I'll be right back."
The old man struggled to his feet. "No ... wait. I'll go with you. That's what I want. I feel it. I know it. I've got to go with you. Then, I'll be able to bone up again."
The girl looked puzzled but amused. "You want to watch me take a pee? That's a new one, dad. But okay. If that will make you get hot nuts, I'm for it."
The old man shook his head. "Not exactly, my dear. Merely watching isn't what I had in mind. There's something else that makes my limp prick quiver with excitement."
The little girl looked back at him with a searching face. "Name it," she said at last. "I'm game for anything. If I can make you get a bone on, I know I'll be able to make any old fart stiffen up."
The impotent man took hold of the little girl's hand and walked her towards the bathroom. "I'll explain," he told her.
The film then cut to the bathroom. The old man was lying down in the tub which was partially filled with water. The girl, under his instructions, had straddled his face. In fact, her pee-hole was aimed directly at him.
Terry couldn't believe her eyes. There couldn't be any doubt that the girl was going to urinate over the man's face. This was the sort of excitement he craved before he could erect. And this sort of thing was the kind of material her son was watching!
Despite her misgivings, Terry decided to watch the film to its conclusion. She'd arm herself with all the facts before she confronted young Tad and demanded an explanation. She wondered if her own son had become a pervert?
The action in the film began to heat up. The old geezer slid both of his bony hands under the nicely formed cheeks of the girl's soft ass. His watery, pale blue eyes looked up adoringly at the girl's pee-hole.
"Go on," he urged. "Piss on me. All over me. Then, I'll give you the hottest eating job of your life. I ... I just love to suck hot cunt after it has just taken a piss."
"Oh no," Terry whispered in revulsion to herself.
The man's voice assumed a pleading nature. "Go," he begged. "Piss on me. Please. The hot, sexy feel of that stuff will bone me up."
"Coming right down," the girl laughed in a sexually excited way.
One drop of bright yellow slid through the pee-hole and bounced over the prone man's lips. Immediately, like a frog snaring an insect, his tongue darted out to swallow the precious fluid.
"Tastes so good," he murmured, hungrily. "More," he cried out. "Give me more of the magic stuff. I know I'll get a bone on. Quickly. Give me every drop you've got. And I hope you're going to let loose with a gusher."
She did.
After the first few drops broke loose of the bladder, the force of gravity took over and the flow roared through the opening to splatter all over the man's face. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, he waggled his head from side to side to make certain the liquid bathed every inch of his facial tissues. A long, wide smile curved his thin, pale lips.
"Ahhhh," he managed to murmur through clenched teeth.
Terry leaned forward, her eyes about to pop through their sockets. The camera took another look at the formerly supine dick. The tissues were no longer wrinkled or inert. The skin was in the act of elongating, and the cockhead was enlarging. The balls kept puffing in and out like the throat of an adder snake.
For a moment, the girl stopped her act of urination to look down and examine her subject. "How goes it, old man?" she called down under her. "My piss doing you any good?"
"Yes," came the very emphatic reply. "It feels so hot, so silky, so sensuous, so goddamned good. More," he begged. "Give me more. Please. Got to have your young, hot, rejuvenating piss..." And because he was so very impatient, the old man reached down and took hold of his lengthening cock and commenced to jack on the staff until an erection, in full bloom, made itself visible.
The girl squealed. "Here it comes. I've got another pint full of piss left. And you can have all of it. Every fucking drop," and having made that assertion, she relaxed the muscles of her bladder and let the fluid flow again.
The instant the flow resumed, the man's already lengthened penis grew even longer, harder, thicker and redder. Much redder. In fact, the skin that stretched so tautly over the cockhead grew dark as raspberries over-ripened in the sun.
The girl began to wiggle her lower abdomen in a sort of copulatory motion, back and forth as though having intercourse with an invisible lover while the liquid was still shooting out the pee-hole.
As the flow of pee finally trickled to a finale, the camera hovered over the old man's penis. No longer was the cock in a dormant and shriveled state. The up-thrust shaft boldly leaned back in the angle of fuck and the tissues stretched tautly over the cock-bone. The bulging cockhead could have belonged to a quite youthful man. The color of the skin was a vivid red and the eye kept pulsating as though the sex syrup wanted to spring out" prematurely. There was also a youthful rigidity to the penile shaft which could have sliced easily through the narrowest and most stubborn of cunts.
Now, the camera explored the girl and her body. Certain changes had taken place in her, too. She was no longer passive, waiting for the partner to take charge of the action. Pissing over his face had given her a certain confidence which was reflected in her eyes, face and bearing. She raised slightly up on her haunches and shouted down to her pissed-upon lover.
"Eat me, you old prick!" she gurgled, gleefully. "My cunt is still wet. Lick it all up. Ram your tongue deep in my hot cunt. Come on, old daddy, what are you waiting for? Get on with it! I did my part. Now, you treat my cunt with tongue, and let me see that jaw of yours work back and forth. Eat me." Her voice rose to a thin, nasal whine. "Eat my love-soaked cunt!" Before her supine lover could reply, she thrust her lower abdomen forward and caught the man's mouth hard and straight with her hairless box.
The man in the bathtub didn't protest at all. Instead, he grabbed both cheeks of the girl's ass, and pulled her closer to him. Or rather, he yanked her hairless pussy tighter against his already wet face. Once the sex slot was lined up directly with his lips, he darted his tongue out and drove it forcefully through the cuntal lips and down into the youthful valley.
"That's it," the thirteen-year-old babbled excitedly. "That's the way! Lick my clit, and then tongue-fuck my cunt. I'll make a young boy out of you yet!"
Once the long, penis-like sliver of flesh was neatly lodged between her genital lips, the girl actually commenced to pump her body back and forth in copulatory-like movements. The man was using his tongue as a penis.
The girl thrust her body forward. The old man drove his tongue deeper inside the hole. The girl pulled back. The bathtub lover pulled his tongue back. Then, they repeated the process of thrusting and pulling back and each time increased the tempo of the "tongue-fuck"
During all this oral, bathtub action, the camera hovered all over the various parts of the girl's body and the sucking man. In one shot, an enormous close-up revealed every detail of the tongue sliding forcefully into the drooling pussy hole. The viewer was then treated to more close-ups of the girl's jiggling white buttocks, the wild look in her blue eyes. She kept fondling her own bouncing tits as she heaved her young body back and forth.
As the old man ate pussy, the camera zoomed in for an enormous close shot of his action. He looked frantic-eyed as his thick slobbering tongue ravished the hairless pink cunt. Several times, the camera moved up and down the aging yet erect fuck-stick which had assumed a youthful glow and zest.
The action was fast reaching a climax. The girl's lower abdomen moved back and forth with much greater speed and her head twisted backwards. There couldn't be any doubt that she was going to hit an orgasm that had been brought on solely by the friction of the old man's tongue in her unfledged pussy. Then, it happened!
Terry leaned forward. Incredulous, she watched as the lips of the girl's cunt widened to let the fluids of love gush out like water from an opened fire' hydrant. The flow splashed into the old man's face, and he opened his mouth as wide as possible. His lips, tongue, throat muscles worked in unison as he swallowed every possible drop.
"Sweet," he gurgled, happily. "Your cunt dew tastes sweet as honey." And with an almost desperate note in his voice. "More. Don't give up, now. Give me more. Got to have more." He begged for the tricklings of twat as though the gism imparted youth and vitality. His cock had thrust itself backward toward the angle of cuntal penetration.
"Don't move," the girl told the man who was still lying on his back. "I'm going to give you the fuck of your life."
"Yeah," the old guy breathed, glassy-eyed. "Give it to me, baby. Take charge and pump my prick with that dynamite nutcracker of yours."
A lewd smile played over the girl's lips as she inched back and raised herself up in a position of semi-squat. Her wide-open pussy hovered tantalizingly over the skin-taut cockhead. The old man heaved upward in a desperate effort to pump the head into the hole. But playfully, the girl raised up to keep the opening a few inches away from the penile instrument.
Still smiling down at him, she said, "Not so fast you old fucker. I'm the one in charge. You just remain still, and I'll call all the shots."
"Yes, yes," the old fellow replied, breathlessly. "Please forgive me. I ... I'm so hungry for the fuck. Haven't had a discharge in over twenty years."
"A few minutes more won't make any difference," the girl replied.
The gray-haired man looked up. "What ... do you have in mind?"
What the girl had in mind quickly became very clear. Dissatisfied with the state of his erection, she intended to tantalize the bone into an even more severe state of rigidity. She teased the cockhead with both her slobbering pussy and her dampish ass-hole. Squatting over the tip of the penis, she rotated her cunt around the head in alternating clockwise and counterclockwise directions. Every now and then, she'd lean forward and let the skin of prick slide momentarily into the hole of her ass.
"Feels so good," he moaned as the cuntal slit rotated around the skin of prick. "Feels so fuckingly good!"
But he was no less enthusiastic when the girl dropped her ass-hole over his bursting cockhead.
"Ahhhhh," he sighed with his eyes closed tightly. "Screwing a young girl's ass-hole has been my lifetime ambition."
In spite of her inner and true feelings, the sight of the blazing-skinned prick against the wet cuntal cleft began to effect Terry. The muscles and skin around her own cunt began to twitch excitedly and her clitoris erected. The clit-tip pushed against the cloth of her panty. Her legs slid apart.
"Must be the heat in this closed room," she told herself. She refused to admit that the salacious film was having its effect on her. In order to relieve the itch, Terry slid her skirt up and pushed her flimsy panty down past her knees. Then she dropped the palm of one hand over the hairy crotch.
"Hmmmmm," she purred to herself in the darkness. "That feels better. The minute this dirty movie finishes, I'll take a bath. That's all that's wrong with me. I need a bath."
On screen, the girl completed her teasing and, with a thud, dropped her opened cunt down over the straining cock-pole. The bone disappeared from sight, sheathed in the tight cuntal scabbard.
"F-Fuck me," the old man begged. "Give it to me. Go, girl, go. I can do it this time. I can ... blow!"
The girl began to heave up and down over the aged but very stiff prick. Flexing her knees, she raised herself up until the cock almost left the cavity of her clasping cunt. She would pause, then drop her entire body down with all her weight. The cheeks of her ass bounced off the man's chest as his prick was buried in soft, wet cunt. Then she would raise up again and prick would slurp deliciously in cunt. The old man's head waggled from side to side, his breathing grew harsh and difficult, his fingers clawed the air, and his thin, pale lips twisted ecstatically. Spittle foamed through his mouth, and his tongue snaked back and forth.
He very desperately wanted to utter an intelligible word, to tell the girl of his happiness. But he couldn't. Every organ and muscle in his body was occupied with the task of fucking the girl's cunt and the sensations that flowed from that source of love.
The eyes of the girl grew wild, demoniac.
"Oh boy," she cried with a hoarse laugh. "Your prick feels good in my cunt. Your old, father-cock has got my whole cunt stuffed like a sausage."
The itch within the pit of Terry's genitals grew more pronounced. She couldn't tear her eyes from the spectacle of the moving picture screen and she unconsciously began to rub the palm of her hand over her hairy cunt. The head of her clitoris rolled back and forth in her hand. Moisture soon welled through the motherly crevice.
The prickly sensation that required rubbing grew so severe that Terry found it necessary to drop both hands over her cuntal country and rotate her hips around and back and forth.
She very definitely wasn't masturbating, she quickly told herself. But it was vital to soothe the strange itching sensation that refused to go away. The smooth cheeks of her ass sank deeper into the textured cushion of the chair. She heaved her abdomen up at a higher and more satisfactory angle. Her fingers and hands moved at an increasingly accelerated rate.
On the screen, the girl's cunt slid up and down the penile pole at such a rate that it was almost impossible to keep track of her movements with the naked eye. The shouting grew more vulgar, the arms flailed away through the air, and as the climax became inevitable the camera moved in to dwell lovingly on a close-up between cock and cunt.
With the entire screen filled with the erected, wet and glowing, hot penis that was being engorged by an equally inflamed pussy, Terry's itch grew so troublesome that she had to dig several fingers up her snatch.
The little girl climaxed.
The old man blew his nuts.
Terry creamed her cunt.
Terry sank back into the cushioned chair as the film clacked to an end and the images disappeared from the screen. The woman was too weak to stand up and shut off the projector. She remained seated on the chair, her skirt up, her panty down, her hand still caressing the hairy spot.
And that's when her thirteen-year-old son entered the room.