Chapter 4

About to get out of his car, Mike Refizzo reached for his new Polaroid SX-70 camera, and suddenly realized he didn't have it with him. Son of a bitch! He had been showing it to the scouts at the meeting, and he had left it in the basement of the Corso home. Well, shit! He wasn't going to let it lie there and allow some creep to come in and grab it, claiming it belonged to him-the creep-in the first place.

Turning his station wagon around, Mike pulled up in front of the Corso residence. He noticed the front door was still open, but the storm door was shut. Shit! No need to bother anyone. He'd ring the bell, and when that luscious Mrs. Corso answered, he'd explain about his camera, hurry downstairs, get it, then hurry out again. Sheesh! She was a nice-looking cunt! She was probably the nicest-looking pussy of all the mother's of the pack. Too bad she always had such a sour puss. What she needed was to be straightened out with a good cock up her cunt. If only his own would stiffen. He pushed the doorbell a number of times, but failing to hear it ring, assumed it might not be working.

As he remembered from the last meeting they held here, there was a back way into the house. The front door, that is, the storm door, was locked. He walked around to the side, past the solarium, and to the rear where he found a back patio. The door was open, and when he entered the patio, he walked to the door leading to the house and tried it. It, too, was open. He was about to call out when he noticed how quiet it was. He heard no footsteps upstairs, which meant the woman wasn't in any of the bedrooms. Nor did he hear her in the kitchen. Hey, she was probably in the John. Why disturb her? Get the camera, then leave.

He found the door leading to the basement. His feet, covered with sneakers, made no noise going downstaris. At the bottom of the stairs he saw the large room straight ahead where he had left his camera, and bypassing the room with the half-closed door, not even noticing the light was on inside, he went and retrieved the camera. On his way to the stairs, he heard a groan, and that was when he noticed the light on in the room to his right-the room with the door only partly open. He peered in and his eyeballs almost popped out of his head. There was Ann Corso, naked to the waist, and one of his scouts, Robert Lander, dropping his own pants. They hit the floor with a thud because of his scout belt buckle, and the boy's five inch penis sprang out and pointed toward Ann Corso.

Mike stared, unable to believe this developing of his first erection in months. The dame was trying to get the kid, of all people, to fuck her. Why the hell hadn't she come to him, to Mike Refizzo? Hs would have been more than happy to oblige. Hell! He had more than that little kid, any day. Shit! His cock had to be at least twice as long, and certainly three times as thick. She was the one he had been waiting for.

"Well, now," Ann was saying, totally unaware of the presence of her unwelcome visitor. "For a twelve-year-old boy, you're built very impressively, I must say."

She say on the edge of the pool table again and offered Robert her hand. The boy hopped up beside her, now totally naked, and oddly enough, not feeling the least little bit embarrassed about it. He enjoyed the way the older woman stared at the hard, throbbing length of his penis, sticking up as it did from between his slightly parted thighs.

Ann was fascinated by the slender wand attached to the youth. It was just as well-shaped, but on a much smaller scale, as the monster that protruded from between her husband's thighs. She wasn't able to see the veins, and realized the boy's penis would have to thicken some more and the outer casing would have to stretch enough for the veins to become visible. The head was a sort of rosy pink, the same color as her nipples now, but one day, when the boy grew older, his glans would probably turn the same bottled purple as her husband's. She watched with a certain amount of enjoyment the way the hard little organ seemingly leaped from side to side each time it twitched. But she was glad to see Robert wasn't blushing or embarrassed in any way. The twitch in his youthful cock was from anxiety and not from being ashamed of what he had.

She saw some light strands of hair first starting to form on an otherwise bare pelvis. One day there would be a profusion of brown curls down there.

The boy's dangling balls were so much tinier than her husband's. Not only that, but at the moment they were totally hairless, and the scrotal skin was almost totally without wrinkles. He had what appeared to be two tiny marbles encased in a smooth leather sac. The scrotum, because of the arousal he was feeling, was already pulled up tightly into his young crotch.

Ann put an arm around the handsome young boy's shoulders, while her other hand rested on his thighs, not too far from his quivering phallus. Her breasts pressed into his arm, and he was aware of the heat emanating from them.

"That's not so bad, is it?" she asked, using the hand on his thighs to open his legs a bit more, giving her a better view of his tiny masculine pestle. "You have a very sturdy penis there. It's already large enough to make an adult woman happy. All you have to do is poke it into a woman's vagina. Would you like to try that?"

"Well, I don't know too much about these things,"

"All you have to do is lie on top of me, push it in, then move it in and out until you feel the most wonderful sensation you'll ever hope to feel. Believe me, there's nothing in the whole world like it. Wouldn't you like to try it now?"

"Gee, wouldn't it feel kind of funny in there?" he asked.

"More than four billion men in the entire history of the world don't seem to think so," she told him. "But if you don't want to try...."

"Hey, I didn't say I didn't want to try," the boy insisted.

J'Aha! Then you do want to try."

"Well, yeah, I suppose so," he nodded, not really knowing what else to say as he watched her fingers slide over and ever-so-gently touch it. The pressure of her tantalizing fingers made him quiver and gasp.

Wow! he thought silently. If her cunt feels half as good as her hand, I'm really gonna love all this.

Just thinking about it made him turn red, not with embarrassment, but with anxiety. His rigidly stiff cock suddenly became thicker and stiffer than ever. As her gentle hand continued lightly touching the pulsing penis, he began quivering as he realized he just might start spurting that stuff he had once shot into his covers while asleep one night. He had thought he'd wet his bed until he realized the stuff smelled and felt different. In fact, it had happened a few times.

Hell! One thing was sure, and that was, if he did shoot that stuff, he wouldn't be hard, and if he wasn't hard, he wasn't going to fit his cock into what she called her vagina, but what the kids in school would have called her cunt, her hot-box, her pussy, her snatch.

Ann's fingers began curling around the throbbing young penis, and its very shortness and skinniness gave her a feeling of security. It was hot, it was hard, it was throbbing with vibrant need, and it was definitely ready. It might have been slender, but it was no less solid than her husband's phallus, and this knowledge reassured her, for if she was able to suck on this one and not feel any strangulation, then she would be able to suck her husband's. Not only that, but if she managed to have another affair with this boy, and let him fuck her, she was certain the boy's penis would in no way hurt her vagina. Once she was able to take this one inside her, there ought not to be any problem with David's. Her hand clutched the penis even more tightly, and the boy had to strain himself to keep from shooting.

"Robert," she said to the boy. "Would you like to put your penis inside me as I've suggested?"

"Oh, wow!" was all the boy was able to say, jubilation clearly visible in his tone.

"There's only one thing," she said to the boy. "I want you to understand this has to be kept a deep secret between the two of us. As long as it remains a secret, you and I can do a lot of different things. But if you tell anyone, it'll all stop, and what's more, a lot of people who won't understand will see to it I might to to jail."

"I wouldn't tell anyone," Robert assured her, and he wouldn't. He didn't know anyone he wanted to tell, and even if he did, he was good at keeping secrets. "No one'll ever find out."

Care to make a bet on that? Mike Refizzo thought as he focused his SX-70, knowing the sound coming from the freezer's electric motor would cover the 'zzzz' his camera made each time he snapped a photo. The freezer was kept in the family playroom because there was no room for it anywhere else. It was a huge, thirty cubic foot affair, and when the motor ran, it made a lot of noise, as it was doing now.

Refizzo knew he would get some great shots of the kid and the woman fucking. They would never even know he was there.

Ann leaned against the handsome young boy, allowing the heat emanating from her upstanding breasts to surround the boy's arm, and then he turned his face to her, instinctively wanting to kiss her again, enjoying this grown-up way of kissing. Ann was aware of how fast the youth was learning.

Then their mouths came together, pressing solidly. Each kissed the other with violence, each using tongue as well as lips, each attempting to gain some kind of advantage over the other. There was no softness or gentleness in their kisses, and Ann sensed the overpowering savagery she had unleashed in the youth as his tongue swabbed through her mouth. His determination was almost enough to make Ann smile, but the arousal he was causing overshadowed that.

She pushed the boy backward so that he was lying on the table again, this time with his legs dangling over the side. There was no fight in Robert, aware now that whatever he did with Ann Corso, it would definitely be good. He fell back, but his arms grabbed her and he took her with him, sealing his lips firmly to hers, enjoying the pressure of her wonderful nakedness. His young head hit the green baize with a soft thump, and still his lips and tongue continued pulling on hers.

Ann pulled her lips from those of the over anxious boy for a moment, kissing her way down to his skinny throat, then to his chest. All the while he felt her spiky nipples pressing against his ribs, and then his belly.

Her mouth was pressing into his stomach, licking into the tempting little dimple that was his navel. It was such a tiny navel, and the tip of her tongue was barely able to probe into it.

Again she slid off the pool table, but keeping herself between the young boy's dangling thighs, capturing the upstanding skinny little phallus between the cushions of her swollen breasts, pressing them tightly together, creating friction. Robert immediately started shuddering and trembling, gasping as he felt her long, hard nipples push into his groin, rubbing the area where his thighs were seamed to his torso. Then the throbbing nipples moved the littlest bit lower, tantalizing the youth's young balls. This made Robert quiver and shudder even more. The boy humped his buttocks up and down against the smooth wooden lip of the pool table. He almost pulled away he was so overwhelmed with sensation, but at the last second decided to stay. No more running. No more behaving like some kind of immature kid. He was learning how adults enjoyed themselves, and he realized adults had it over kids when it came to really feeling the enjoyment. Yeah man! Older people sure knew how to have a good time!

Her loving forearms pressed the boy's inner thighs, spreading them that much wider apart, and then her hungering lips were gently kissing his pulsating stalk, making it twitch and shudder even more. Robert felt so overpowered, he wondered what was keeping him from shooting that stuff from his penis that had erupted when he had been asleep that night-that stuff with the smell of bleach.

Ann was more and more delighted with the small penis. Hell! It sure looked a lot like her husband's in every way save one-that one being the most important one. This was one penis that wouldn't tear at her vaginal membranes, nor would it strangle her if she took it into her mouth. The idea of sucking still didn't thrill her, but as Phyllis had said, if she was unable to please David one way, she had to learn another way, and so she would steel herself and learn this way.

The penis was standing stiffly up, cutting holes in the air, the eyes in the tip leaking oils that made it shine with a brilliant gloss. It quaked and quivered, almost as if begging to be taken into her mouth, and though she had never done this before, Ann was determined to go through with it, now.

Her jawline was presently rubbing against the pink point of his pulsating young penis. She felt the slick oil continually bubbling from the heated tip, smearing against her cheek. Her eyes looked straight ahead along the flat of his young belly and saw his face as the boy hoisted himself up on his elbows in order to watch what she was doing. His excitement was patently obvious, feeling the need to see as well as to feel. Yes, this was something she understood. Her husband had tried arousing her by taking her to see x-rated films once, and it had almost done the trick. Just watching had gotten her hot and bothered, but the trouble was, her husband had been forced to wait until they returned home before trying to fuck her, and by then the euphoria created by the sight of men fucking women had worn off. Had he tried fucking her while she had been watching it, her inner muscles might have relaxed just enough for her to once again handle that wonderful monster of cock.

Hell! This young, slender cock had to be fitted into her cunt. If it rubbed back and forth long enough in there, stimulating orgasm, she would finally get over her hand-up and her husband would be able to safely fuck her again. Hell! The man had waited long enough-twelve years. He was entitled to her cunt again. But just in case, just in case, she wanted to play it safe. If she was unable to go through with Dave fucking her, then she would have to suck him, and in order for her to have that kind of courage, she would have to learn to do it with Robert Lander, first. Just a few licks this time, to get her kind of used to it, maybe to lubricate it, and then she would have the boy sink it into the chasm between her thighs.

God! Her anguished cunt felt as if her inner walls were so tight, they were actually rubbing against each other. She was still a clamped vise in there, and it was possible the boy's cock might also have a tough time fitting in. Her tight pussy would just have to wait a little longer, that's all there was to it. He would fuck her-some day, but for the moment she decided she was better off fitting the penis between her lips and learning how to suck, though she presumed that once she got over any ill thought, the sucking would come very naturally.

"Having fun?" she asked, her breath blowing all over the youth's shuddering groin.

"Yeah, yeah," Robert admitted. "This is really terrific."

"Remember, say nothing to anyone, and you and I will be able to do this more often-that is, if you feel you'll want to do it after we've finished."

"You betcha," the boy nodded, heavily panting, feeling his hot, young cock tremble, thrilled as her breath began coming from between pursed lips, blowing all over his throbbing cock, as she psyched herself up to what she intended doing next.

"Except for my husband, you're going to be the only male to become familiar with me this way," she told the boy.

With an awful lot of Refizzo thrown in for good measure, Mike Refizzo thought to himself, standing in the dark basement hallway, just waiting for the action to get started so he'd be able to snap away. He had a whole roll of film in the camera, and it was sensitive enough to take pictures in the brightly-lit playroom without a flash.

Ann took a deep breath, pursed her lips into an 'O' and then slowly slid them over the oily head of the throbbing penis.

"Wow!" Robert gasped, his buttocks suddenly leaping up off the edge of the pool table, then slamming down again against the mahogany as Ann tightly surrounded his pulsating young cock with the cushions of her pressuring lips.

Without thinking, she slowly pushed her mouth down, pressing her tongue flatly against the underside, sliding it against the tube of urethra, and before she realized it, she had engulfed the entire young member. Before giving herself a chance to think, she sucked and began pulling her lips upward, and the boy gasped, "Oh, wow! Mrs. Corso, Ann, that's really terrific!"

That was when Refizzo took his first picture.

Robert was very close to shooting his load, and Ann knew it from the pulsations in the boy's cock. There was no way she was going to even try fitting this cock into her cunt, today. The instant he shoved it in there, he would fire one blast after another, and she would have achieved no satisfaction of her own. Better to learn cocksucking to its fullest, then.

The odd thing was, now that she opened her eyes and looked at the all-but-hairless groin, she realized she was enjoying what she was doing. She had felt the tip of his penis push into her gullet, but that was as far as it would reach. There was no way she was going to strangle herself on this penis, and the meaty flavor of it was enjoyable. It rubbed against the full length of her tongue, and with the head poking into her throat, something was being touched that set off sparklers inside her. The small, flexing head swelled even more, pressing against her palate.

She shivered as she began to feel wanton ansiety running through her. She hadn't felt something this good in twelve years. All those times with her husband-ever since the birth of her son-had been sheer terror. But unafraid at the moment, she felt aroused and thrilled as she had in the old days, when she and her husband had fucked wildly without thought to any consequences. That was why Chris had been born so soon. God! She was dying to be fucked! She felt the need shooting through her as surely as if the message had been typed out and handed to her on a piece of paper. Her vagina was wet, inwardly clenching and distending as it hadn't done for a dozen years, screaming, begging to be filled with a pulsating penis. It wanted to feel the cock push through its membranes, aching for the heady kind of satisfying orgasm she used to know-an orgasm without pain.

Ann felt lubricant dripping from her cunt, soaking her panties. In fact, so much of it was oozing out of her, it ran down her thighs. The smooth fabric of the nylon crotchband suddenly felt sandpapery against her turbulent reminine flesh. Her oversensitive, aching cunt-lips had the sensation of being rubbed with pumice. But even as her clitoris swelled and pulsated, she was aware of the youthful penis swelling in her mouth, letting her know how close to orgasm he was. As the penile head thickened a little, it pressured the sensitive area in her throat when she had the full length of male pipe inside, and that, combined with the pressure of the wet crotchband against her clitoris, caused her to feel tingles and make her aware how close she was to attaining her own satisfaction-a climax-something she hadn't felt in twelve years.

Her face forced itself to press all the more firmly into the youthful pubis, her nostrils inhaling the faint masculine scent of him, a scent that would become stronger with time, now. She opened her mouth as wide as possible, and her tongue reached out and snapped in his small testicles, as well. She trapped them with her lower lip, and instead of bobbing her head, began applying pressure on the cockhead with her gullet, squeezing, crushing, sucking, while her lips and tongue ran over the penile base and the scrotal sac. He was going to shoot, and she knew her own climax would coincide with that of the boy. All she had to do was keep her mouth tightly locked to his organ, swallowing his seed. If she was able to do this with Robert, surely she would be able to do it with her own husband.

"Hhuunn yyuuunnnggg hhaa hhaa hhaahh!" the boy gasped, suddenly frightened of what was going to happen. He had come a few times in wet dreams, unable to understand what had caused it to happen, and now he realized the same thing was going to happen again, only this time it wouldn't be a mere eruption. This time it would be with a strong inner feeling the likes of which he had never previously known.

What was more, his penis was lodged in Mrs. Corso's mouth, and that funny-smelling fluid was going to shoot into her throat if she didn't watch out. Jesus! This was really something, though. The interior was so wet, so warm, so wonderful, the craziest sensations were shooting insanely through him. Still, it wasn't nice to have any kind of stuff from his cock going into her mouth. That was all wrong. Somehow he had to pull out.

Jesus! he thought, struggling. I can't get out. I'm going to shoot the whole thing down her throat whether I like it or not. Never one to fight fate, Robert decided he might just as well enjoy it to the utmost.

He had tried his hardest to pull back and had even wound his fingers into her hair with the intent of yanking her face away. But her hands were tightly gripping his asscheeks, and she was cramming the full length of his genitalia into her sucking mouth, her head moving from side to side in rapid herks, creating the same kind of friction she had caused when bobbing up and down, only the head of his cock remained lodged at the opening to her throat, rubbing against that ultra-sensitive area back there in her gullet, and as a result, she felt her orgasm climbing higher inside her. Her jaws pulled hard as her tongue sucked his small balls a little deeper into her mouth.

It was too much for Ann. The orgasm that had been lurking in her for twelve years finally made itself felt, and she pushed her face into his groin and gagged out, "GGGGHHHH LLMMPPHH PPHHUUNN NNGG-HH WWWWAAMMPP CCUUMMMM RRRRGG-HH!"

She came as if there were no tomorrow, unable to control herself, sparks blasting through her, sensations firing into her. She was moving totally out of control. She sucked even harder.

Robert knew he was no longer able to control himself. The seed was bubbling furiously inside him, and there was nowhere else for it to go but up and out.

AAAAIIIIEE YYAAEEGG HHHHAAGG NNNN-GGGG UUUUWW HHHHAAAA NNNNGGGGPP IIEEYYAA GGAAGGHH!" the boy shrieked, slamming his crotch even harder into Anne's beautiful face, his weight remaining on his elbows which he had pressed into the green top of the pool table as he howled with his mouth pointed at the ceiling. He thrashed and trembled, his thighs wide apart, his feet kicking back and forth because they were unable to touch the floor. He pumped heavy spurts of fluid from his prostate into her mouth. The boy had no idea where it was all stored. Hell! It felt as if he were unloading the Croton Reservoir into her throat. He jerked and twitched as if undergoing some kind of epilptic fit.

As she sucked, Ann screwed her face up, at first finding the flavor of sperm distasteful, but then, with the passing seconds, slowly accustoming herself to it, until, like caviar, it began tasting better and better until it actually tasted good, and she pursed her lips around the head of his penis in order to pull out any last drops.

Finally it was over. Ann sucked a few more times to make sure there were no last drops, and then she let the totally shrunken penis slip from her mouth.

She helped Robert get dressed, putting on her own brassiere and blouse, and she went with him to the kitchen where she poured him a glass of milk to revitalize himself. At the same time, she tossed off a glass of tomato juice, herself.

They heard the knock at the storm door, and Ann walked over to it and opened it, letting Robert's mother in. The woman apologized for leaving her son so long, but Ann assured her Robert was a pleasure to have around, so quiet one would hardly know he was there. When Robert and his mother finally left, Ann sank into an overstuffed chair in the living room, closing her eyes, deciding she needed rest.