Chapter 3
"Hey, what's the matter?" Cindy turned toward the door and saw Tina standing there, wide-eyed with fright. Her bursting in had shocked Cindy too, as she thought she'd been alone. She took a deep breath to quiet her nerves and tried to smile. "Oh, it's nothing. I just had a bad dream, I guess."
"Oh? God, you scared me! I was doing my homework in the front room. Are you going to get up now? It's after four o'clock."
"Yeah." Cindy got up and walked to the door. "I'll be out in a minute. I'm going to wash my face first." She went to the bathroom, dashed cold water on her eyes, then dried off. The vivid dream was still burning in her mind, and it frightened her and excited her at the same time.
"Feel better now?" Tina asked as Cindy entered the living room.
"Uh-Huh." Crossing to a chair, Cindy dropped into it. "Need some help with that?" she asked, indicating the books and notebook spread out on the couch around Tina.
"No thanks. I'm just about done."
Cindy waited silently until Tina had finished and stacked her books neatly on an end table. Then she asked, "Tina, will you tell me something about John? How did he get that way?"
The young girl shrugged, sighed, and folded her hands in her lap. "A car hit my mom's one day a couple of years ago when she was taking John to school. His head went through the windshield. He hasn't been the same since."
"Well, doesn't he ever do anything except go to that school and the doctor?"
"Huh-uh. They won't let him out by himself. I mean, like, my mom won't. My dad doesn't care that much."
"How come?"
Tina shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "Well, John got a big settlement from the insurance company. I mean a big one. Ever since we got the money, Dad hasn't done much. He just plays around and drinks."
"I see." Cindy was surprised, but didn't let it show. "What did you mean when you said I should do what John wants? Am I supposed to take care of him or something?"
"Didn't Mom tell you?" Tina got up and turned her back on Cindy and began to nervously toy with her books. "I better not say anything. You'd better wait 'til my mom tells you."
"Hey, look. I want to know. C'mon, Tina. Tell me."
The young girl turned slowly. "Don't you really know what happened to you at your aunt's house? Mom says you can't remember anything."
Cindy shook her head. "I don't know what happened, honest. The doctor told me some, but I don't remember any of it. He said I might some day, though."
"Oh. Well, Mom said that...." Tina stopped and bit her Up. "I'd better not say." She dashed for the front door. "I've gotta go see somebody. I'll be home for supper." Then she was gone.
Cindy was more confused than ever. She got up and began strolling around the empty house, trying to find something to do. There was nothing to occupy her time, so she returned to the living room and switched on the TV. It was past five before Martha returned with John, and a few moments later Tina reappeared.
"You can help me with dinner, girls," Martha announced. "I don't know whether your father will be here or not, Tina, but we'll set a place for him anyway."
Ben didn't show up for supper. They held it as long as they could, then finally sat down and ate. It was obvious that Martha was angry, but she didn't say anything about her husband. Tina offered most of the conversation, begging her mother to let her go to a summer camp.
"Cindy, will you help Tina with the dishes?" Martha asked when they were finished. "I want to sit down and rest for a while. It's been a long day."
"Sure," Cindy replied. "Tina, I'll wash and you wipe."
The two young girls cleaned up the kitchen, then began attacking the dishes. As Cindy dipped her hands into the soapy water, she wondered when Martha was going to talk to her. She was anxious to know what was expected of her and what she should do. She was still thinking about it when a loud crash of breaking glass startled her.
"Oh, God!" Tina gasped. A large platter had slipped from her fingers and had disintegrated on the floor. "Damn!"
"What was that?" Martha asked, rushing into the kitchen with John on her heels. She looked at the broken pieces on the floor and shook her head. "Tina, that was my best platter. How could you?"
"It was an accident, Mom," Tina whined. "For God's sake, I didn't mean to."
"All right, young lady," the girl's mother said harshly. "You know what happens now. Get ready."
Cindy looked on with wonder as Tina nodded solemnly and put the dish towel on the counter. Then the young girl unbuttoned her skirt and slowly took it off. Tina slipped off her panties and placed the garments on the table while her mother reached into the cupboard and took out what appeared to be leather shoe strings attached to a wooden handle.
"You can watch, Cindy," Martha said gruffly. "This is the way we handle punishment around here. Get in position, Tina."
What the hell is going on? Cindy thought. She couldn't help but look at the girl's pooched pussylips covered with fine hair and her rounded little ass as she put her hands on the table and bent over.
Cindy glanced at John, who was watching his sister open-mouthed. The bulge at his fly grew as he gaped at Tina's gleaming ass and the crack that disappeared between her legs.
"All right, John. Back out of the way." Martha moved over behind her daughter, the whip-like thing dangling from her hand. Her eyes were glazed as she waited for Tina to spread her feet and hike her ass into the air. Then she raised her arm and smacked the thongs across the girl's smooth, pink asscheeks, leaving dark lines.
"Oh, my God!" Cindy gasped involuntarily. She couldn't believe that Martha was whipping the girl for such a small thing as breaking a dish.
"Aaaggghhh!" Tina moaned. "Ooohhh! Aaaggg-hhh!"
WHACK! Martha swung the whip again and the girl's asscheeks quivered when it struck.
"AAARRRGGGHHH! Mama! UUUNNN- GGGHHH!"
SMACK! Martha's face was contorted as she wielded the whip.
WHAP!
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" Tina cried. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Cindy realized suddenly that the woman wasn't hitting Tina very hard, and that the girl was actually enjoying it. She also noticed that John's hardened cock had pushed his pants out like a tent as he watched the proceedings intently.
WHACK! Martha was breathing heavily as she applied the leather straps to her daughter's bottom. WHAP! Her nostrils flared each time she arced the whip through the air.
"MAMA! OH, MAMA! UUUNNNGGGHHH!
Tina was swirling and gyrating her ass as the leather cracked against her cheeks and thighs. A trickle of liquid was running down the inside of each leg as she swirled her rosy butt.
"Do it, Mom!" John gasped. He reached for the front of his pants and closed his hand around his rigid cock. "Go on, Mom! Do it!"
SMACK! WHACK! WHAP! Martha's arm picked up tempo, and Tina's bottom and the back of her thighs turned a bright pink. SLAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" Tina shrieked. "OH, MAMA! UUUNNNGGGHHH! MOM! AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
Cindy stood motionless at the sink, looking on with amazement. Tina sounded as though she loved it. The girl's slender legs trembled as she hunched her ass into the air while the leather strap kept slapping at her ass. More liquid ran down her legs as she writhed and squirmed.
"MAMA!" SLAP! "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" WHACK! "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! JEEZ!" SLAP! "MMMAAAMMMAAA! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UUU-NNNGGGHH!"
Tina's slim body jerked violently and she shuddered all over, whimpering as she hung her head.
"All right," Martha said with a quivering voice as she straightened up and let the whip drop to her side.
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" John moaned. "UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!
Cindy glanced at him quickly in time to see his prick jerk in his pants, then a wet spot began forming and she knew he had shot off. He closed his eyes, twitched, then sighed heavily.
"John, go to your room and put your robe on," Martha said brusquely. "Tina, pick up your things and go take a bath. You're all wet."
Cindy watched dumbfounded as the children shuffled out of the room. Martha put the whip back in the cupboard, picked up the dish towel, and smiled at her strangely.
"I'll help you finish, dear." The woman began taking glasses from the drainer and drying them. "What do you think of our punishment, Cindy?"
"Gee, I ... I don't know. It didn't look like it hurt her too much".
"Oh, it didn't. I can assure you of that. It's just a reminder, that's all."
Cindy nodded silently and continued washing dishes. She was reasonably sure Tina had experienced nothing more than a spanking but she couldn't be positive. There was no doubt that John had gotten something out of it, though. His cock had erupted while he watched. She wondered absently if that was one of the things they did for the boy.
When they were through, Martha hung up the towel and waited for Cindy to wipe her hands. Then she shut off the light and motioned for Cindy to follow her into the living room. They sat down across from each other, then Martha lit a cigarette, eyeing the girl carefully.
"Cindy, have you wondered at all why we wanted you to come here and live with us?"
"Uh-huh." So not it was coming out. Now she'd find out what it was all about.
"Well, dear, it was more because of John than anything else." Martha took a drag and blew the smoke at the ceiling. "You see, he doesn't have fun like other children do. He, ahhh, he doesn't get out too much."
Cindy nodded. What kind of fun was she talking about? What in the hell was the woman getting at?
"Do you know about boys Cindy? I mean, do you know about their sex drives and things?"
"Uh-huh. I guess so. I mean, like, I don't know everything. But some. I got it in school."
Martha shook her head. "That's not exactly what I meant. You see, boys John's age have to, well, get rid of their liquid from time to time. Their sex fluid has to be released. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I think so." Cindy wasn't about to tell her what she had done to John already. "I know about wet dreams, if that's what you mean."
"Yes, that's part of it. And there's masturbating, too." Martha hesitated. "We want to keep our John happy, dear. The doctor said he mustn't be disturbed, or he'll never get any better. You wouldn't mind helping him, would you? After all, he is an invalid in a way."
"Jeez, I don't know." Cindy didn't know what to say. The woman wasn't being clear at all. "It all depends on what you want me to do, I guess."
Martha smiled pleasantly. "It won't hurt you a bit, dear. There's nothing to it. I know you don't remember what happened at your aunt's house, but it's not nearly as bad as that. All you would have to do is masturbate John when he needs it. I'll even show you how."
My, God! Cindy thought. It's true! That's what they meant! She wants me to jack that kid off!
"Don't look so surprised. I know you told the doctor you'd never done anything like that, but all girls have a desire to caress a boy's penis. Even little Tina does."
Cindy found her voice. "Why don't you let her do it then?" she croaked.
"Oh, she's too young. Much too young. Maybe in a few years, but not now." She arched an eyebrow. "Are you saying you don't want to do it? It's better than going to a girl's home, you know."
Cindy stared back blankly. There was no doubt in her mind what the woman meant. Either do it or get out! The thought of being sent to an institution terrified her. And even that gentle threat was enough to make up her mind. "Okay. I guess I can."
"Good." Martha stood up. "C'mon. Let's go to John's room. I'll show you what I want you to do."
Cindy followed her down the hall to the bedroom and they went inside. John was lying on the bed in his robe, holding the same magazine he had been reading that morning. Only now his cock wasn't hard.
"All right, dear," Martha said to John as she closed the door behind her, "put the magazine down and take your robe off. I'm going to show Cindy how to take care of you."
"Hey, that's great!" The boy grinned at them vacantly as he stood up, removed the robe, then lay back down again. His heavy, limp cock rested against his balls, but as the two females approached the bed, it began surging and growing.
Cindy stepped close to the bed and stood waiting nervously as Martha sat down and gazed tenderly at John's stiffening cock.
"It gets quite big, Cindy," Martha said simply. "When it's nice and hard I'll show you how to take care of it." She reached down and began running her fingertips lightly over the swelling rod and the hairy balls between her son's thighs. "Most boys aren't as big as John. But then, he's rather exceptional."
"Uh-huh." Cindy didn't know what else to say. She'd already seen the shaft fully rigid and had pumped on it. She was hoping fervently that John wouldn't mention it.
"There we are," Martha cooed. John's cock was at full erection. The huge purple head was shiny and gleamed in the lamp light. Martha curled her hand around it and squeezed. "That's a good boy, John. It's ready now."
"Are you going to do it, Mom? Are you going to make it shoot off?"
"Yes, dear. I want to show Cindy how to do it. Just relax now." Her fist began sliding up and down the pole and the woman quivered slightly as she stroked it. "You see, Cindy. Up and down. Up and down. Don't hold it too tightly, because it hurts him. See how I'm doing it? That feels good, doesn't it John?"
"Jeez, yeah!" he gasped, squirming on his back as he watched her massage his pecker. "That feels good, Mom. I like it when you do that."
"I know you do, honey. Cindy, you start slow like this and then faster" She pushed a hand between her son's legs and cradled his balls. "He likes to be felt there too, while you're doing it. Uuummm! You're nice and hard, dear. You see, Cindy? That's the way you do it."
"Yes, I see." Cindy's cunt was twitching as she watched the woman stroke the thick cock. A dull ache grew in her groin and her womb began contracting in spasms. She tried to calm herself and stop trembling, but it was impossible.
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! Mama! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" John locked his hands behind his head and lifted it, writhing his hips as he watched Martha massage his dick. "UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! It's starting, Mama! I can feel it starting! GGGNNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"Good!" Martha moved her fist more quickly. "See, Cindy? A little faster now. John's getting ready. It feels good, doesn't it honey? Uuummm! I know it does!" She fondled his nuts as she stared intently at the slit in the end, waiting for the eruption. "Oh, John!" she groaned. "John!"
"MAMA!" John threw his hands in the air, dropped his head on the pillow and began rocking it from side to side. "MAMA! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! OH, MAMA! AAAGGGHHH!" He was hunching his ass off the bed, thrusting his dick through her quickly moving fist. "AAARRR-GGGHHH! AAARRRGGGHHH! MAMA! FASTER!"
"Yes, dear!" Martha whimpered. "Yes! Yes! Oh, do it, honey! Do it!" Her hand was a blur on his cock and her chest was heaving with excitement. "Do it, baby! Do it!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Cindy whined. "Oh, God!" Something was happening inside her. Her cunt was vibrating and tingling and she felt surges of delight tickling her cunt. She pressed both hands tightly against her pelvis as she watched John squirm and lurch on the bed.
"NOW!" John shouted. "MMMAAAMMMAAA! I'M DOING IT! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!
"OOOHHH, SWEETHEART!" Martha groaned. Her hand stopped moving when the cum began spewing from his jerking cock. John's jism shot high in the air and dropped like rain over his naked body and the bed.
"GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!" John jerked as jets of juice squirted from his pulsing cock. "MAMA! GOD!"
"Uuuuunnff! Uuuunnnfff! Uuuunnnfff!" Cindy muffled the sounds in her throat as an electrifying sensation shot out from her pussy into her limbs. Her lush body shivered and shook as the exhilarating climax sped out to her nerve ends. "Uuummm! Uuummm!"
Martha ignored Cindy entirely. She got up from the bed, picked up John's discarded shorts, and began wiping the cum off his chest and stomach. She dabbed at the spots on the bed, then slowly and carefully wiped the boy's wilting cock. "There. You feel better now, don't you, honey?"
John opened his eyes and nodded weakly. "Uh-huh! That was really a good one. I don't think I'll make my bed wet tonight Mom."
"I'm sure you won't dear" Martha turned to Cindy. "You see, that's all there is to it. That's not so bad, is it? But you must understand that's all you're to do. Nothing else. I won't permit it. Now come one. Let's go back to the living room so John can get some rest. How would you like to play a game of Scrabble with Tina and I? We have a lot of fun with it."
"All right." Cindy was still shaken as she followed Martha from the room. She couldn't believe what had just happened. What surprised her most was Martha's attitude. She acted as though there was nothing wrong with it, that it was a perfectly normal thing to do.
"I'll be with you in a minute," Cindy said when they reached the door to her bedroom.
She stepped inside quickly and was gratified that Tina wasn't there. Her panties were soaking wet. Luckily the tight elastic had kept it from running down her legs. She stripped them off, used them to wipe her milky gash, then slipped on another pair, hiding the wet ones on the floor in the closet.
Tina and Martha were already at the kitchen table when Cindy came out. Cindy thought the girl gave her a funny look when she sat down. And she wondered if the girl knew what had just happened in John's room. It shouldn't have made any difference to her, but Cindy knew she would be ashamed if Tina found out.
They all glanced up from the game when Ben came in the back door shortly after eleven. He glowered at them drunkenly, waved his hand, then staggered off for the bedroom without a word. Martha shrugged in disgust and moved her chair back.
"Let's quit for tonight, girls. It's time for bed. Put the things away and I'll see you in the morning." There was a look of grim determination on her face as she left the room.
"Mom told you what she wanted you to do, didn't she?" Tina asked quietly as they put the things back in the box. It was quite evident she knew all about it.
"Uh-huh. I, ahhh, I don't want to, but I guess I have to, don't I?"
Tina looked up in surprise. "Why don't you want to? I'd sure do it if they'd let me. Jeez! I think it would be fun. They won't let me touch him, though."
"I don't know," Cindy said sorrowfully. "It just doesn't seem like much fun, that's all. It's kind of messy and, like, I don't get anything out of it."
"Boy, I would. I bet I'd cum all over the place if I got to jack him off. He's really got a big one, hasn't he? I know. I've seen it."
"I guess so." Cindy paused and looked at the girl suspiciously. "Didn't you ever try it when your folks were gone?"
"Huh-uh. I was always afraid John might tell. C'mon. Let's go to bed."
Cindy stopped to pee before going into the bedroom. Tina was already stretched out under the covers by the time she got there. Cindy undressed slowly, slipped into Martha's shorty nightgown, turned out the light and got into bed.
"What was it like?" Tina whispered. "Was it real hard? Did it shoot out a lot of stuff?"
"I didn't do it. Your mom did. She was showing me how."
"Oh. But you saw it, didn't you? Did John really cum? Did he shoot all over the place?"
Cindy had to smile in the darkness at the girl's insistence. "Yeah, he really shot off."
"Could I watch you do it sometime? I've never seen a boy cum."
Cindy shrugged under the covers. "I don't see why not. That can't hurt anything. But not when your folks are here."
"Jeez, thanks, Cindy."
As Cindy drifted off to sleep, she was filled with awe at the people living there. Tina undoubtedly had an orgasm while her mother was spanking her. Martha was frantically concerned about her son's shooting off. It was really weird! Maybe that was why the neighbors all thought they were odd. How could they know, though? It was strange all right.
When something woke her, Cindy had no idea how long she'd been asleep. Tina was breathing evenly next to her. She cocked her ears and listened carefully. In the stillness of the house, she could definitely hear someone moving around in the direction of the living room and it sounded as thought whoever it was, was bumping into things. After several minutes, her curiosity got the best of her and she slipped from under the covers.
Stepping quietly to the door, she opened it and saw there were no lights on. She walked stealthily down the hall to the living room and stopped. John was walking around the darkened room, totally naked and with a hard-on.
"John, what are you doing up?" she whispered loudly. "Why aren't you in bed?"
He stopped and peered at her. "Oh, hi, Cindy. I walk around a lot in the dark. It feels good. I like it when it's all quiet like this."
Cindy pressed over to him, glancing at his rigid cock and the dark sac of balls that swung beneath it. "I don't think your mom would like you doing this."
"Oh, she don't mind. I sleep a lot in the daytime. I'm just not tired now."
"Oh." Cindy looked down at his huge shaft that throbbed as she gazed at it. She didn't know what Martha would expect her to do, but she was afraid not to do anything. "John, do you want me to take care of it for you?" she asked shyly.
"You mean my cock? Oh, I don't care. You want to play with it for a while?"
"Not if you don't want me to." She gulped. "If you're hard, you must want something."
He nodded as he roved his eyes over her curvy legs and up to the twin bulges her tits made in the thin top. "You know what I'd like, Cindy? I'd like to lick your pussy."
"You would?" she croaked in amazement. "You mean, you want to ... to put your mouth down there?"
"Uh-huh: I think it's fun. Can I?"
"Oh, wow!" Cindy gasped. She had heard about things like that. A girlfriend had once told her it was fantastic. It was difficult for her to imagine what it would feel like, but just the thought of having someone stick their tongue into her cunt was exciting. "You really want to, John?"
"Jeez, yeah! Why don't you take your stuff off and sit down? Over there in the chair. I'll bet you'll like it when I do it."
Cindy was quivering with anticipation. She could already almost feel his hot mouth on her pussy. "Are you sure your folks are asleep?"
"Oh, yeah! I checked before I came out."
The girl swallowed hard and nodded. "Okay, John."
He followed her with his eyes as she walked over to the chair. She slid the top off over her head, dropped it on the floor, then skinned the panties down her legs. Sinking down in the chair, she took the panties off her feet, then spread her legs wide. "I'm ready, John."
His cock jerked wildly as he moved over to kneel between her feet. He gripped her waist with both hands and gently pulled her forward until her hair-covered twat was hanging over the edge of the cushion. "I'm gonna like this, Cindy!" he rasped. "I bet your cunt tastes real sweet."
Cindy was more excited than she had ever been in her life. She gazed down between her tits and watched him move his face forward into her crotch. She felt his hot breath in the folds of her gash, then jumped when he pressed his fiery lips against her tingling cunt.
"John! OOOHHH!" She squirmed as his probing tongue delved into her slit and began sliding up and down, tenderly teasing her clit. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! John! Oh, God! I don't believe it!
UUUNNNGGGHHH! Oh, Lord!"
"Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!" The boy moaned softly as he swished his tongue around in her cunt, lapping at the soft lips and reaming the dilated opening. "Uuunnnfff! Uuummm! Uuummm!"
"OOOHHH, JOHN!" she whimpered. "It's beautiful! Oh, Jeez! It's out of sight! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
She opened her thighs wider and began hunching up to his demanding mouth, squirming and twisting, pushing her soft, fleshy cunt against his face. "AAAGGGHHH! Oh, John! Do it! Do it! Eat me! Oh, lick my cunny! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"UUUNNNFFF! UUUMMM! UUUNNNFFF!" John grabbed for his cock and began stroking it as he lapped hungrily at the milk-filled gash. His nose and mouth were buried in the crevice, and his tongue was darting in and out of the juicy cunt hole.
"JJJOOOHHHNNN!" Cindy put her hands on the boy's head as she writhed and pumped her ass. "OH, JOHN! AAAGGGHHH! JESUS! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNFFF! UUUNNNFFF!" He was pumping on his dick furiously as he licked and reamed her twat, his hot breath blowing up her tube.
"AAARRRGGGHHH!" She could contain herself no longer. Climax was building rapidly. Her legs shot out straight and she pressed his face against her pussy. "JJJOOOHHHNNN! NOW! NOW! AAAGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Lights flashed behind her closed eyelids and she was lost in the throes of climax. She jerked and twitched, whimpered and moaned, as the exciting feelings filled her. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing! She was delirious with ecstasy.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!" John moaned. His hand stopped and he stiffened. Then white cream began gushing in jets from his dick to splatter against the bottom of the chair. "GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH! GGGNNNUUUGGGHHH!"
"Oh, my God!" Cindy breathed heavily, letting her lets drop back to the floor. "I don't believe it! Oh, John, it was beautiful!"
The boy got to his feet, grinning happily. The area around his mouth glistened wetly with her cuntal milk and his cock was still dripping onto the floor. "I told you, you'd like that, Cindy. You really did, didn't you?"
"Oh, an awful lot, John!" She sighed with contentment and got up. "I really did. Maybe you could do that to me again some time."
He nodded. "Oh, sure, Cindy. Whenever you want. I like to do it, too."
"I'd better go back now," she said nervously, picking up her things from the floor. "You should get back to bed, too. We don't want anybody to know what's going on, do we?"
"Huh-uh. I'll go. You're really nice, Cindy. I like you being here."
She smiled back at him tenderly. "I think I'm going to like it too, John. I'll see you in the morning. 'Night."
She hurried to her room and stepped inside, closing the door. Tina hadn't stirred. After slipping her night clothes back on, she got into bed, careful not to wake her sleeping partner. When she closed her eyes for the second time that night, she was content. Now she knew what it felt like to have her pussy eaten, and it was indeed fantastic.
There was a wide smile on her face as she drifted off to sleep.