Chapter 2
An intense pressure in her bladder woke Cindy the next morning. She noticed immediately that Tina wasn't in bed with her and looked for a clock to see what time it was, but there wasn't one. She got out of bed and went to the door, opening it a crack to peek down the hallway. When she could see or hear no one, she dashed to the bathroom and pissed.
She started back for the bedroom to see if she could find a robe, then decided against it. There was a stillness in the house that assured her no one was there, so she felt her shorty nightgown would be enough. When she inspected the living room on the way to the kitchen, her suspicions were verified. Evidently everyone had left. There was a note on the kitchen table addressed to her and she picked it up.
It read: "Cindy-Help yourself to whatever you want for breakfast. I will be home to fix lunch." It was signed Martha Baker.
Cindy poured herself a glass of milk, found a breakfast roll and ate it, then rinsed the glass in the sink and started back for her bedroom. She had just entered the room when she heard a cough. Stepping back into the hallway she listened again, then approached the only closed door. Another unmistakable cough came from behind it.
Reaching out hesitantly, Cindy turned the knob and opened the door a crack. John was lying propped up on the big double bed, naked, holding a magazine in front of his face. What caught Cindy's attention immediately was the boy's hard prick, standing up erectly from his pelvis and gently pulsating.
The tool was hairy to the end where the swollen purple head glistened brightly. Though she had felt a male's hard cock against her several times, she had never actually seen one. And viewing John's immense rod was making her pussy tingle.
The boy lowered the magazine to turn a page and noticed her at the doorway. He looked at her vacantly for a moment, then smiled. "Hi, Cindy. I didn't know you were up. C'mon in."
Cindy shook her head. "No, I don't think I'd better. You don't have any clothes on."
"Oh, that's okay. I don't usually get dressed 'til lunch anyway. C'mon in. It's okay."
The girl was reluctant, but at the same time entranced by the thick hard pole standing up so stiffly from John's groin. Her pussy was still tingling and she felt a pleasant sensation in the nipple of her tits. Cautiously pushing the door open, she -edged toward the bed, trying with difficulty to keep her eyes on John's face and not on his prick.
"Tina's in school," John said, lying the magazine on the bed next to him, seemingly unconcerned that his throbbing cock was uncovered. "Mom and Dad went to work at the store. It's a hardware store, you know. My Dad owns it."
Cindy nodded in understanding, then casually gestured to the boy's rigid rod. "Why is your thing like that? I mean, like, how come it's so hard?"
He giggled as he glanced down at his cock and back up to her face. "I was looking at naked girls in the magazine. It always makes me get hard like that. I don't know why."
"Oh." Unable to control her curiosity any longer, Cindy turned her gaze to his cock and the hair-covered sac of balls that rested on his thighs. For the first time she noticed there was a slight wetness at the tiny slit in the tip of his dong. The shaft was still throbbing and the motion jiggled his nuts.
"Haven't you ever seen a cock before?" the boy asked with a tone of bewilderment. "Huh-uh," she managed to croak. There was a tightness in her chest and she could feel moisture oozing into the gash of her pussy. "I ... I didn't realize they were so big."
"Mom said you'd probably like it. She said you'd probably want to touch it and everything. Do you?"
"I ... I guess so." Cindy's legs were getting weak and her breathing was becoming more rapid. She couldn't take her eyes off the thick, swollen shaft. It held her entranced. She sank slowly to sit on the bed near his hips, swallowing hard to relieve the tightness in her throat.
"Go ahead," John said shyly. "You can hold it if you want to. I don't min. It feels good when somebody holds it."
Nodding dumbly, Cindy reached out cautiously and curled her fingers around the rigid cock. It was hot against her palm. She could feel the pulse of each heartbeat in the thick muscle. "Oh God, John!" she breathed heavily. "Wow!"
He jerked convulsively as her grip tightened on his cock. "Jeez, that feels good, Cindy. Don't squeeze too hard, though. It hurts if you hold it too tight."
She eased her grip a little. "I'm sorry John. I didn't mean to."
Cindy slid her hand up and down the pole, feeling the texture of the smooth head and thrilling at the tickling of the hair against her palm. After stroking it lightly several times, she released his dick and reached into his crotch to cup the heavy balls in her hand. She had seen pictures of them in school, of course, but hadn't realized how large testicles really were.
"Oh, God, Cindy!" he groaned, spreading his legs and squirming as she massaged his nuts. "Jeez, that's cool! Uuuunnnggghhh!"
She was pleased that he liked it because she enjoyed it very much. She flicked a smile at him, then began running her hand over his entire pelvic region. When she had touched and felt his hair-covered groin, she again wrapped her hand around his jerking pole and applied gently pressure. "John, what do boys do when they jack off?"
His body was quivering slightly. "Jeez, I just pump it, I guess. You know, with my hand. Would you like to see it? Would you like to do it to me?"
Cindy's heart was racing. Her cunt was contracting in spasms and there was even more moisture in the folds of her pussy. Her torso was trembling and her legs twitched uncontrollably.
"I don't know how to, "she said plaintively. "I've never done anything like that before." He began hunching at her hand, forcing his dick to spear the tunnel her fingers made. "John, are you doing it? Is that what you're doing?"
"UUUNNNFFF! Huh-uh! You have to move your hand up and down." He wrapped his fingers around hers and guided them in a stroking motion the length of his shaft. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! LIKE THAT! OH, JEEZ, CINDY! UUUNNNFFF!"
"God, John!" she whimpered. "OOOHHH, GOD!" The crotch of her panties was wet and she quivered as she slid her hand up and down the long thick prong. She knew something came out of a cock when they shot off, but she had never seen it. It was called cum, she thought, or something like that.
"CINDY! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, JEEZ! OH, WOW!" He was twisting and squirming on the bedspread, lifting his hips in the air with pumping motions as she massaged his dick.-Both of his arms moved continuously as he watched her caress his tickling cock. "AAARRRGGGHHH! CINDY! OH, GOD!"
"LIKE THAT! OH, WOW! FASTER, CINDY! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, LORD!"
Her eyes were glued to the purple cockhead. Her pounding fist was making the boy's balls slap against his crotch, and she wondered vaguely if it hurt him. Her own body was on fire. The convulsing spasms in her womb picked up rapidly and her hard nipples were scraping against the thin material of the shorty gown.
"OH, JOHN!" she sobbed. "JOHN! JOHN! OH, GOD, I'M HOT! HOW MUCH LONGER?"
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! PRETTY ... SOON!" He thrashed and shook as he closed his eyes and pressed his hands against his scalp. "CINDY! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
His cock got bigger in her hand. She could hardly believe it could swell any more. Her fist was a blur on his dick, and the demanding ache in her cunt was getting worse by the second.
Thoughts she had never had before darted in and out of her mind, and she had an impulse to slip her mouth over the head of his cock and taste it. She wanted to climb on top of him and stuff the long, hairy shaft in her twat. But she did neither, and continued to stroke the wonderful prick in her hand.
"AAARRRGGGHHH! CINDY! OH, GOD! JACK ME OFF! JACK ME OFF!"
"JOHN!" she cried out. "DO IT! OH, DO IT! JOHN!"
The boy's body stiffened suddenly and he stopped writhing. The cock grew in her grip, then it jerked as a fountain of white cream spewed from the end, arced and hung in the air, then dropped to splatter all over John's belly.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! GGGNNN-UUUGGGHHH!"
"JOHN!" Cindy squealed. She stopped stroking his staff and watched with wide-eyed wonder as jets of liquid spurted out of the quivering poker. It seemed as though gallons of cum were erupting and Cindy was amazed at the quantity. "OH, WOW!" she shrieked.
When the spouting finally ceased, John shivered and twitched, then opened his eyes and smiled at her. "That was a good one!" he gasped. "Jeez, Cindy! That was really cool!"
Cindy nodded silently and with great reluctance released his peter. Her desire hadn't diminished at all, and as she stood up slowly, she wondered whether her legs would hold her. "I guess I better get you a towel or something," she simpered. "God! That stuff's all over you."
John looked at his cum-spattered belly. "Yeah, would you get me a towel? I'm glad it didn't get on the bedspread. Mom doesn't like that."
Cindy frowned in her puzzlement. "You mean your mother knows you do that?" In a flash she recalled something else he had said. "Did she tell you I was going to do that to you?"
John nodded and grinned. "Uh-Huh. She said you'd probably do a lot of things with me. Mama told me all about it yesterday before she picked you up."
"I'll be damned." Cindy was shaking her head in wonder as she turned away and went to the bathroom for a towel. Was that what Tina had meant too? When she told her to do whatever John wanted? Did they all think she was going to play with John's cock?
When she returned to the room she handed the towel to John and watched as he dried himself off. His dick was wilting slowly, sinking into the hair that covered his pelvis. As soon as he was through he got off the bed and stood next to her, peering down at the huge cones that pushed her nightgown out in front.
"You want to take off your clothes, Cindy? I'll bet you've got pretty titties."
"Huh-uh," Cindy replied hoarsely, backing away. "I'm not going to do anything like that." The urge to do something with John's cock had disappeared, and now she was beginning to feel afraid. "You just go back to your magazine. I'm gonna go take a shower and get dressed. And don't you dare tell your mom what happened. You understand me?"
The boy looked at her blankly and shook his head. "Gosh, Cindy. I won't do anything you don't want me to. I want you to be my friend. Mama said you would. I won't tell anybody."
"Okay." Cindy walked to the door, keeping an eye on the naked boy all the way. "I'll see you after a while. Just stay out of the bathroom until I'm through."
"I will, Cindy. I'll stay right here."
Closing the door behind her, Cindy went to her room and gathered up her clothes, then headed for the bathroom. Thankfully there was a lock on the door which she snapped immediately. She found a shower cap under the sink and took a long hot shower.
Her reactions when she had jacked John off were puzzling to her. She had never dreamed that desire could be so strong. Never before had she ever felt like that. Then she wondered if she would be able to control it the next time.
She examined her body carefully in the mirror after she had dried off. She had recognized the magazine John had been reading, and knew that her tits were much bigger than the girls she had seen in it. Her figure was more curvy, too. If those pictures could make John hard, seeing her naked would probably make him shoot off without touching his dick.
After putting on the plain dress that had been brought to the hospital, she brushed out her hair and returned to her bedroom. She folded her nightgown carefully and put it in a drawer, then made the bed.
John had been true to his word and hadn't left his room as far as she could tell. She went into the living room, turned on the television, then after getting a coke from the kitchen, settled down on the couch to watch the game shows.
The boy still hadn't made an appearance when shortly before noon Martha Baker came in the front door. The woman's long dark hair hung almost to the middle of her back and she was wearing a bright print dress that hugged her body closely. Cindy hadn't noticed before, but Mrs. Baker had an exceptional figure, and very shapely lets.
"Well, how did it go this morning, honey?" Martha Baker asked gaily as she closed the door. "Did you find everything all right?"
"Uh-huh." Cindy stood up. "Do you work at the store all the time?"
"Oh, no, dear." The woman tossed her handbag into a chair and continued on toward the kitchen. "I just help out a couple of days a week. I take John to school Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays, and he has an appointment with the doctor every Tuesday afternoon."
"Oh." Cindy followed her into the kitchen and watched as the woman began taking things out of the cupboard for lunch. "Can I help?"
"You can set the table for me, if you will. Just three places. Ben doesn't come home for lunch. There'll just be you and I and John."
Cindy began putting things on the table as Mrs. Baker busied herself at the stove. "What time does Tina come home from school, Mrs. Baker?"
"Call me Martha, will you, dear? She gets home about three or three-thirty. When you get acquainted with her, I'm sure you'll like Tina." The woman paused and looked at Cindy searchingly. "How did you get along with John this morning?"
"Oh, fine. He was in his room most of the time."
"Did you...?" Martha changed her mind suddenly and shook her head. "Never mind. Why don't you call John? Lunch is about ready."
The boy came into the kitchen dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. As they sat down to eat, Cindy wondered whether Martha knew that the boy remained naked during the morning hours. She was also curious as to why she was left alone with him. Her Aunt Emma would never have allowed anything like that.
When they finished eating, Cindy offered to do the dishes, but Martha turned her down.
"No, dear. The doctor said you need rest. You go lay down and take a nap. I'll do the cleaning up. I have to take John to school at two o'clock. Tina will probably be here by the time you wake up."
Cindy went to her room and closed the door, then stretched out on the big comfortable bed. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but it was impossible. There were too many unanswered questions in her mind. She promised herself to have a long talk with Tina when she came home and try to find out what was going on here. She was afraid to ask Martha, and she wasn't sure that what John told her was the truth. If he was mentally retarded, he just might be making things up.
She was still trying to doze off when she heard footsteps in the hallway. As they passed her closed door, she could hear Martha talking.
"We'll have to hurry, dear. We don't have much time. Go get your clothes off while I go to the bathroom."
There was the sound of doors opening and closing, then Cindy heard the toilet flush. She wondered whether Martha was telling John to change his clothes or to merely get undressed. There were more door sounds, then it was quiet.
Getting off the bed, Cindy went to her door and opened it. She couldn't see or hear anything. After waiting a few moments, she stepped into the hallway and walked stealthily toward the end of the house. She saw that the master bedroom was vacant, then heard muffled voices behind John's closed door. Creeping closer, Cindy pressed her ear against the panel.
"My, you're nice and hard today, John," Martha was saying. "I'll be there in a second."
"Mama, I sure like Cindy. She's really pretty, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is dear. There now. I'm all set. Are you ready for me, dearest?"
"Uh-huh. Are you going to get on top?"
"If that's what you want me to do, dear. I think it's much easier that way, don't you?" There was a pause. "Ooohhh, John! Uuummm!"
Unable to control her curiosity any longer, Cindy opened the door a hair. Her jaw dropped and her eyebrows went up when she saw what was going on. John was on his bed on his back, stark naked, and Martha, also without a stitch on, was sitting astraddle his hips. Her hand was between her bare thighs and she was guiding John's rigid cock into her cunt.
"You're really wet, Mama," John said. His head lifted to watch his cock slide in. "There it goes, Mom. It's going in."
"Uuummm! I know! There we are, dear! Doesn't that feel good?"
As Cindy watched, horror-stricken, Martha began swirling her hips and dropping down to force the long pole deep into her pussy. She bent forward, placed her hands on the boy's shoulders, then with smooth, gliding motions began raising and dropping her twat on the boy's thick cock.
"Ooohhh, John!" Martha moaned. "Oh, honey! You're just beautiful! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! That's what we like, isn't it? That's the way Mama likes to take care of her sweetheart! UUUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"God, Mama! Ooohhh!" John reached for his mother's full tits with both hands and began kneading them. "Oh, fuck, Mama! Fuck! Jeez! God, Mama! You always make it feel so good!"
Cindy stood rooted to the spot. She was seeing it, but she couldn't believe it. Wet schlucking sounds reached her ears as John's prong slid in and out of the milky opening. An icy shudder surged through the girl's young figure as her gaze remained fixed on the fucking couple.
"Oh, fuck, honey!" Martha whimpered softly. "Fuck me, dear! Oh, baby! You're so nice and big! Mama loves to take care of you! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Oh, dearest! Mama loves you so much!"
"MMAAAMMMAAA! AAARRRGGGHHH!" John planted his feet on the mattress and began hunching up to meet his mother's demanding pounding. As she corkscrewed and bounced on his hairy shaft he thrust upward, burying his dick in her creamy cunt. "FUCK, MAMA!" he groaned. "FUCK! FUCK! FFFUUUCCCKKK! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"DON'T TAKE TOO LONG, HONEY!" Martha gasped. "I CAN'T WAIT! OOOHHH, DEAREST! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF! I LOVE YOU, DEAR! I LOVE YOU! UUUNNNGGG!"
Cindy swallowed hard as she leaned against the doorjamb to keep herself from falling. Martha's beautifully mature body was writhing and twisting as she hammered her cunt on her son's cock. The sight of the two excited people pumping and squirming on the bed was exciting the girl beyond belief; The crotch of her panties was soaked through and she could feel warm drops of liquid trickling down the inside of her thighs.
"JOHN!" Martha cried out. "JOHN! OH DEAR! CUM! SHOOT OFF! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! OH, HONEY! BABY! ARE YOU READY? OOOHHH, LLLOOORRRDDD! AAA-RRRGGGHHH!"
The woman was slamming her cunt onto the boy's cock almost viciously. Her hips worked in an arc as she lifted and dropped on the milk- streaked tool. The boy's fingers were buried in her soft tits as he lunged up to meet her.
"FUCK, MAMA! I'M CUMMING! JEEZ! NOW, MAMA! UNGH!UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Martha stopped moving. Her back arched and she twitched and jerked.
"JJJOOOHHHNNN! WWWAAAHHH! OH, JOHN!"
John's legs shot out straight and quaked. His toes curled and he rocked his head from side to side. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
"Oh, John, that was just beautiful!" Martha whimpered, sinking down to brush her lips against his. Then she slowly raised up and began pulling her cunt from the boy's still-jerking prick.
"We'll have to get dressed and go right away, John," Martha said, getting off the bed. "Wipe yourself off with something and get your things on. I'll be ready in a minute."
Cindy closed the door quickly but silently, then reeled down the hallway to her room. Closing the door soundlessly, she dashed to the bed and threw herself on it, face down. Her entire being was screaming to be fucked. The passion surging in her loins was almost painful. Her soft sobs were muffled by the pillow as she fought to control herself. It was really too much! Too much!
She faintly heard Martha and John leave the house and was aware of the car starting. Then she heard it drive away. Certain now that she was alone, she let all of the frustration and pent-up emotions go and cried herself to sleep.
There were nightmares instead of dreams as she tossed and turned in the silent house. Faceless male forms with huge cocks chased her, mauled her and pounced on her from all directions. She fought with them helplessly until one forced himself between her legs and jammed a gigantic fiery poker deep into her belly.
She awoke screaming and drenched in perspiration.