Chapter 8
I was totally bushed. I slept most of the day away. My poor dad had to struggle off to work -- sore hands, limp cock and all. I don't know where Jack and Lauri had disappeared to, but the house was wonderfully quiet. I guessed Mom had gone shopping, trying to keep the cupboards stocked at least one meal ahead of our hungry horde.
The phone woke me along toward dinner time. I was so foggy in the head it took me a while to put a face with the voice on the line. It was Mr. Reed, asking me to baby sit for him and Betty. I told them, "Sure," and half drifted off to sleep again. My body was alive and so sexy-feeling all over. I found myself thinking naughty thoughts about even Mr. Reed, of all people. He was my science teacher at school. He wasn't bad looking, but he was a terribly serious person. They lived in a big two story house three blocks over from our tract in Glendale. I'd sat with Richie, their one year old boy, one time just before school closed down for the summer. The Reeds had made their home super comfy, for a family living on a teacher's salary. It must be they had at least one well-paying hobby.
I was beginning to think a lot about men. I mean, how different they were from each other. It was not just their cocks, but what made them turn on and how each one made love a little differently from any other. My furry cunt was tingly and alive now, and I guess I was feeling full of erotic self-confidence about my new ability to be pretty brazen for a fifteen year old chick whose non-virgin pussy was still so new it should be under warranty. The thought made me giggle. I tripped off into a little fantasy about turning my pussy in for a thousand-stroke checkup. "Just check my cunt and the strength of my cock-gripping muscles, please. A cooling douche and a shampoo and set for my cunt hair, also, if you have the time." Oh, wow! I was getting so horny I was cracking up.
My cunt that had been programmed to respond so well to my exploring fingers, seemed to have switched its circuits around. It still felt nice to diddle around with myself in bed, but the touch of my fingers only brought thoughts of stiff cocks fucking me. I guessed I was growing up pretty fast. And I guessed I'd better get my little dimpled butt out of the sack and get showered and fed and dressed for my sitting job.
It was going to be fun to get to know my science teacher better. Maybe I could get him to be less serious. A good start might be to dress so he could see how one of his students had grown up. I picked out a light, low-cut blouse and a tight skirt. I looked sexier than if I were naked, I figured. Were my boobs getting fuller? They sure filled my blouse! O.K. Mr. Reed, here I come!
"Penny! How nice you look! And you're here right on the dot. Promptness is a virtue," Mrs. Reed chattered through a mouthful of bobby pins. "Come in, dear. Oh, my hair is a mess!"
"It looks super to me, Mrs. Reed," I smiled at her. "And I like that blouse."
"I think you fill yours better, Penny," she laughed. "Big knockers Fred didn't get when he got me."
"Did I hear someone speak my name?" Mr. Reed rumbled in his deep voice, strolling into the living room with two cocktail glasses in his big hands. "Hello, Penny. Mmmm, you look different than the little girl in the third seat, second row from the windows."
"We were discussing blouses. And bosoms, Fred," Mrs. Reed smiled, reaching for her martini. "I was telling Pen you didn't exactly get a top-heavy female when you picked me out."
"Anything more than a mouthful is wasted anyway," Mr. Reed grinned.
"Fred! That's no way to talk in front of one of your students!"
"I'm not in the classroom now, Betty. And I mixed so many drinks trying to get these just right, I could not feel less like a teacher tonight. Penny, you look lovely and I think you should be told so. So there."
I stood up a little straighter and tucked my blouse into my skirt band. His eyes were quick to see how the neck plunged down and the tops of my tits sprang into clear view. He stood there looking at me so long that Betty tugged at his sleeve.
"Fred. Your fingers are twitching. Really!"
"And that's not all," he laughed. "Thank fortune for strong jockey shorts!"
"Fred! How many drinks have you had? Don't tell me. You have to drive and I think it's best I don't know. I worry enough about freeway traffic. We won't be late, Penny. The house is yours. The baby should sleep right through. The best TV is in the den. Remember?"
"I remember," I said to her.
"Ah! The TV. I'd better check it out," Fred commented.
His remark seemed odd to me. I followed him into the den and caught a glimpseof the screen just before he pushed the off button and slipped a recording cassette out of its holder. My belly was doing flip flops! Just before the screen went dark, I'd caught a glimpse of a naked man and a naked woman on a bed. I said nothing to Fred, and he made no remarks about what was on the cassette.
"Amuse yourself, Pen," he grinned at me. "We'll be back right after the third act. We're going to the Community Playhouse. Call us if the house burns down, or if you get an attack of the lonelies."
He expertly flipped some switches on his array of electronic equipment on the desk and along the den wall. He had everything! Recorders and tape units and cameras and huge speakers and stacks of cassettes piled everywhere. He made no comment about what he was doing and I was so busy gawking at the hi-fi shop he had, I didn't ask any questions. Little lights glowed and things hummed. He seemed satisfied with whatever he'd done, and we walked back to the living room.
"Well, I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be," Betty said. "See you a little later, Pen."
I heard their tires squeal as Fred zoomed out of the driveway. He was feeling very good, I guessed. Nothing like booze! And he was not the old sober-sides at home that he was in the classroom. I wondered what Betty had, to get a man like him. Whatever it was it didn't show. Her chest was flat as a pancake. She had nice legs, though, and a neat, tight little butt, like mine. She was about my height, too. They had whisked out of the house so quickly I didn't have much of a chance to check out something I'd been wondering about. Like, how big a bulge did Mr. Reed pack around in his slacks?
I was restless. I tried to read. TV was just dumb summer shows -- re-runs of dull old movies. I checked out the baby. He had a thumb in his mouth and he was happily dead to the world. I wandered into their huge master bedroom and got nosy. In a drawer by the side of their bed I found some very interesting things! I know a vibrator when I see one, but the large box of colorful condoms was something to explore! Each one was different. Some had little knotty warts on the end, some had, little fingers sticking out. The pale pink ones had rubber tongues stuck on the end, and one that was labeled The Cactus looked like it would drive any pussy bananas if it was rolled down over a stiff cock.
So my steady and proper science teacher and his wife were into sex toys! And heavy! There were two huge soft rubber cocks, with balls attached and long strings dangling from them. And, of all things, a fake pussy with phony hair pasted around the gaping crack in it! Geez! I slammed the drawer shut and sat there on the bed, feeling weird inside. I had quick little pictures flashing through my hot brain, seeing Betty naked on the wide bed and Fred fucking the daylights out of her with a huge cock decorated with a pink rubber that sported a long, stiff tongue sticking out the end. It waved in the air as he rubbed his shaft against her cunt, and she was sucking on one of the rubber cocks while he diddled with her pussy.
My imagination was turning me on so much my clothes bothered me. Take them off, you dummy, I told myself. Who's to see you? My nipples were stiff and my cunt was moist, even before I touched myself down there.
I remembered watching Sherry Freedman working a vibrator into her cunt, after we'd gotten tired of trying to study our dumb lessons one night at her house. She was a freaky, lonely kind of chick. She never dated. But she sure had loved to fuck herself with that buzzing tool. Curiosity got the better of me. I opened the drawer again and hefted the heavy thing in my hand. It buzzed softly when I flipped on the switch. I lay back and spread my legs real wide and touched my cunt with the end of the thing. Wham! What a wild sensation! I got the end of it wet, rubbing it between my moist cuntlips, and slipped it into my hole, just a little at first. Then a little deeper. And a little deeper! It certainly did not feel like a real cock, but I could see why Sherry had bounced her ass around on her bed so hard she fell right off onto the floor! To my astonishment, I got myself off twice before the thing began to stutter and then died completely. "Thank God a man doesn't have batteries that go blooey on you," I muttered to myself, putting the stupid vibrator back in the drawer. I had to admit it felt good! But now I wanted to fuck, for real, more than ever!
I wandered out to the living room and finished off what was left in the martini shaker. That was a mistake! Now I felt hotter than ever! I walked around the house like a lost soul, fingering my erect clit and rubbing my tits until my nipples were red and touchy. I was so glad to hear their car come zooming up the driveway I almost forgot to whip back to the bedroom and dive into my clothes.
"Well, Pen," Fred called out cheerfully, "how'd it go? The baby O.K.?" They must have stopped for a couple of quick drinks on the way home, because his eyes were very bright and his speech just the tiniest bit slurred. Betty had begun shucking off her clothes the minute she hit the house, leaving a trail of clothes all over the carpet on her way to the bedroom. "Oh, my!" she sighed. "I'm for something cooler and lighter than go-to-the-play togs. That place was so stuffy."
"So was the play, I could have written a better one," Fred commented, peering into the empty martini mixer. He grinned at me.
I was feeling pretty good, myself. "Sorry about that," I smiled at him. "You mix a mean drink, but I'm really not as think as you drunk I am, I mean..."
"That's O.K.. That's O.K." He waved a hand in the air and came over to pat me on the bottom. "Nothing like getting a little relaxed."
He headed for his den. "Gotta check something. Go talk to Betty a minute. Help her make up her mind. She never knows what the heck to put on when she'd really rather be naked."
"Maybe that would be best, after all," I ginned at him. "Clothes can be a drag."
"Right on! Isn't that what the expression is?" He gave me a big wink and disappeared into his den.
I wandered into their bedroom, flicking a quick glance at the bedside drawer to make sure I had pushed it shut. Betty was standing in front of her floor to ceiling mirror, stark naked. Now I saw what Fred saw in her! So her chest was flat. The rest of her was slim and neat and curvy as could be. Her little butt was a duplicate of mine. Her belly was flat and kind of ripply with muscles. I bet myself she fucked like a wild rabbit! I looked at her pussy reflected in the mirror and my jaw sort of dropped. Her hair was trimmed close on the top of her mound, into kind of a heart shape. But her tight, small pussy lips were bare as Lauri's! That told me a whole bookful about Betty Reed. She loved to have her pussy eaten! Why else would she keep it as bare as a baby's?
"How..." I had to clear my throat twice before my voice came out, all tight and funny sounding. "How about this pretty blue robe?"
"Yes! Yes yes yes," she giggled. "Fred loves that one." She rummaged around on the row of hangers in her well-filled closet. "Here! Here's one for you, Pen. No. Really! Go ahead and put it on. You don't have to go home right away do you? Of course you don't," she answered her own question. "Let's give Fred a sexy fashion show. After that horrible old play I dragged him off to see, he deserves a treat."
"But you can see right though it," I protested, half-heartedly.
She tugged at my blouse. "Shy?" she whispered.
"No," I told her, letting her pull my blouse over my head and push my skirt down. Her eyes went straight to my stiff nipples and then dropped down to my pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh! You have the sweetest little snatch, Penny! Wait till Fred gets his... I mean, wait till he sees how you can see right through your hair. You don't need to trim like me."
As though I hadn't already checked her out, she took my hand and impulsively put it on her cunt. "Fred loves me bare like this! Oh my... I'm rolling right along, aren't I? Those drinks! I don't mean to embarrass you, Penny."
"I'm O.K." I said, standing close to her with my finger exploring her cunt a little. Her inner hole was slick as mine was. Her clit was stiff and her hips sort of quivered and pushed her cunt against my hand. "I..." Fred breezed into the bedroom and perched on the side of the bed, admiring a fashion show that was much better than any Frederick's Store had ever put on.
"You look lovely!" he boomed out in his deep voice. "Both of you. I'll take one of each of those robes, provided the model makes a personal delivery to my house."
"We already have," Betty giggled, putting her arm around me and rubbing one fingernail on my rigid nipple. "Doesn't she have the most beautiful little figure you've ever seen, Fred?"
"I'll take two," he grinned at us. "And you need not bother with the gift wrapping."
Betty's hand stroking my ass under the robe made that little devil in me really come to life. I smiled at Fred, and then slowly dropped my eyes to his crotch. Nothing! That bugged me. No erection. "I don't know how I'd wrap it as a gift," I grinned at him, cupping my cunt in my hand.
"That delicious little pussy should never be covered, Pen." Betty pushed me up close to Fred. "Just see how pretty and pink it is?"
"I've seen it," he said calmly. "Closed like it is now -- and wide open."
We both looked at him blankly. "What... what do you mean, Fred," I choked out.
"And Penny, I really apologize for not having fresh batteries in the vibrator," he grinned up at me.
"The vibrator..." I muttered, feeling my face turning flaming red.
Betty stood there, blinking at her husband like a little owl. Then her face turned as red as mine.
"Fred Reed!" she gasped. "You electronic sneak, you! Did you have the TV system going while we were out?"
He grinned at her, not the least bit shook up. He reached out for me and pulled me down on his lap.
"Do you have any idea what a sexy little minx we have here with us in our bedroom, Betty?"
"No. Well, yes. I mean, I'm afraid I'm beginning to guess, Fred," she said. "Oh Penny, I hope you aren't mad. I apologize for my husband. He gets carried away with his toys sometimes. Oh, I feel just terrible!"
"It's all right, Betty," I assured her. "I deserve the shock. I got nosy while you were at the play."
She looked at me sitting on her husband's lap, and her eyes grew big and round as the moon. "The drawer?" she asked me, wry weakly.
"The drawer," I replied. I was feeling Fred's cock stirring under my bottom. His touch was warm and sensuous as his fingers trailed deliciously across the underside of my tits. "But I don't see..."
He eased me off his lap and walked over to the TV on the wall nearest the bed. He flipped some switches and the tube began to glow. "Look, Penny," was all he said.
There I was, naked on their bed, fucking myself like a wild idiot with their white vibrator! I lay there like a dummy, watching myself get off and then kind of stagger to my feet and put the thing back in the drawer. I'd starred in my own personal movie!
He came over and lay beside me on the bed, and hugged me very tenderly. "I didn't mean any harm, Penny. No one but us will ever see what's on that cassette. I guess sometimes I get carried away a little with my hobby. If I have offended you, you have my most abject apology."
My hand dropped to his crotch. There it was! And it was big! I heaved a shaky sigh and grinned feebly at both of them. "Well, now I guess we know each other a bit better than we did before tonight."
"A little too well." Betty smiled at me, but she didn't seem to mind that my hand was very busy on his pants-covered prick. "And now, Mr. Reed?" she questioned him.
"Well," he smiled at me, reaching for his zipper. "Perhaps we could all make a small film for our personal home entertainment."
"Oh dear," was all Betty said, but her eyes had a sexy light in them and when she looked at the strong cock throbbing in my hand she licked her lips and slipped out of her robe. "Well, perhaps. If Pen wants to. After one more little drink. All right, Penny?"
His cock was so hard in my fist I would have almost shouted "Yes!" to anything, just so I wouldn't have to turn him loose. "Fire up the machinery!" I said.