Chapter 5
Bonny Wilson was being anything but celibate, at the moment. She was making good use of her last day of freedom, as if she could hoard fucks like a squirrel stores nuts for winter. She stood beside the old Ford parked under the tree at Blue Bell Point, quite naked. An old car blanket was squared on the ground beside the car and Sam and Ralph were debating who should fuck her first (of the two)
or second (counting Tom). Tom himself, disdainful of anyone who would fuck on the ground, was polishing his wheel covers with an old rag. The rag had some cum stains on it, from an occasion when his date had been less accommodating than Bonny and he'd had to settle for a handjob, but the cum did not hurt the polish at all; it seemed to make the chrome shine all the better. He could see his face reflected in the disks and he grinned and thought what a handsome devil he was. Tom certainly didn't blame Bonny for preferring him to either of his friends. And not only was he better looking, but he had a lot more class. Imagine fucking on the ground! It appalled him. He was nervous about the idea of fucking in a bed, but the ground ... why that was no better than an animal! For his part, Tom would have gone without before he'd do anything as sordid as ball on the earth, which just didn't seem natural to him. It seemed depraved and maybe sinful. After all, if the Lord had wanted people to fuck on the ground, he wouldn't have made cars with back seats.
Sam and Ralph were having trouble deciding how to decide. They had drawn straws and tossed coins with no result. They had no baseball bat with which to choose up and, although they might have substituted a cock for a bat, neither was willing to wrap a fist around the other's dick. Both were confident lads. Sam was proud of his big prick and Ralph knew that he was a good kisser. They agreed to ask Bonny who she wanted to fuck next.
That put Bonny on the spot, for she liked both boys and had no desire to play favorites.
She thought for a minute and then a mysterious look appeared on her saucy face.
"But ... should I be greedy and fuck the one I want first, or should I have the best for last?" she said.
Thus she nicely set up a "Lady and the Tiger" situation, offensive to neither youth.
Bonny had already decided it would be better to have Ralph fuck her first, since his cock was smaller. If Sam got up her twat before Ralph did, he might spread it open too far and Ralph's smaller dick would flounder helplessly about.
Looking enigmatic, she said, "Ralph, you can fuck me next."
Ralph and Sam glared at each other, not at all sure which of them had been complimented by this request. But Ralph was eager to go at it. He whipped his jeans off. His dick wasn't particularly long but it wasn't exactly truncated, either, and it was nice and hard and hot, Bonny noted.
Bonny knelt on the blanket.
Ralph approached, his cock leading like a compass needle, directing the rest of his body. As he stepped up beside the blanket, Bonny was tempted to slip his cock into her mouth and give it some sucking, but she resisted the urge. Bonny had nothing against sucking cock, but she didn't want to suck one of these guys while the others were in attendance. That was a trump card to be saved for such time as she might be alone with one of them, when she could blow him and tell him that he was the only boy she'd ever given head to, because she liked him best of all. Bonny had become rather clever in these matters, knowing the benefits to be gained from boosting a young man's ego, pride and virility.
She sat back, knees up, the reclined with her legs spread and her slender body arched.
Ralph knelt between her thighs.
His cock thrust out over her trim little belly, taut as a coiled spring and looking very fat because it was not so very long. It was nicely gnarled, however, and the dark vein that pulsed up the shaft was as thick as her little finger.
He wrapped his fist around the stalk and pumped it a couple of times, although it certainly needed no manual stimulation, for it was about as hard as a dick can get.
Sam, disgruntled at having to wait, rasped, "C'mon, get on with it, will yuh?"
Having nothing else to do at the moment, he produced his own splendid tool. He moved closer, figuring it would be just as well to have Bonny see how much bigger his cock was than Ralph's and feeling certain that she had saved the best until last.
Bonny arched, her lithe body rippling, signifying her readiness to fuck. Her eyes slid back and forth between the two dicks presented to her gaze and her juicy cunt fluttered, the lips parted and the slot flooding.
Ralph fitted his cockhead to that creamy gash and slipped it slowly up her hole. Ralph was a frantic fucker. The instant he felt pussy clutching his dick, he began to rattle and shake as if his skeleton were coming disjointed. He snorted and panted like a steam engine. His face contorted in wonderment and joy. Then he began to feed the cock to her in instant desperation, shoveling the dick in like a stoker feeding a furnace.
He was fucking so violently that he was in danger of falling off her slippery body. He grasped her tits, holding on to keep his balance, as his ass bucked and corkscrewed in and out with short, sharp jabs that rattled their hipbones together. His elbows flew in and out like a crowing rooster. His dick sped up her slippery cunt, hissing and squishing.
Bonny writhed beneath him, rotating her hips laterally and humping her belly up and down. Her ass rose right off the blanket as she ground herself against his savage assault. She threw her legs up and hooked them around his flanks, clamping him tightly, as if to moderate the furious pace of his thrusts, but it didn't hinder the horny lad in the slightest. He kept up the frantic pounding and now that her thighs had locked them together, he was slamming her slim pelvis back and forth and banging her ass down hard on the blanket. He grunted each time he rammed his cock home. Bonny whimpered steadily, a soft, moist song that was punctuated by his guttural grunts.
He was building rapidly and relentlessly towards a climax.
It occurred to Bonny .that since these boys were so horny that they all came with dispatch, it was just as well that she had the three of them in a package deal, for Bonny liked long fucking--although she didn't care if it was one cock or a sequence of cocks that supplied that prolonged duration.
Growling and fucking with vigor, Ralph poured his slippery wad up her cunt.
He came in three or four separate spurts, his face distorted with the sensation so that he appeared demented. Then he slowed. His loins jerked, convulsively, then stilled.
He grinned and looked as if he intended to kiss Bonny, feeling affectionate towards the vessel that contained his seed.
But then Sam moved in.
"Get out of the way," Sam snarled, for Sam, having been a keen observer, was impatient to immerse his own hot cock in that steamy tunnel.
And Bonny was just as eager to have him.
Ralph pulled back, his dick softening and dropping out of her hole, the head slapping on the blanket. Sam knelt in his place, pushing him aside. Sam's big cock was vibrant with need, tingling and throbbing all down the length and the knob was flushed an angry red hue.
Bonny tilted her cunt up, bracing herself on shoulders and feet with her ass lifted from the blanket and her pelvis balanced in the air. Her pussy was bubbling with cum and cunt juice and the lips had folded open, exposing the darker inner flesh.
Sam took aim from a distance, sighting across his cockhead as if it were the front sight of a rifle. He lunged at her.
His cock bounced off her knee, ricocheted along her thigh, skimmed up her belly. Her pelvis stab- bed down and both Bonny and Sam groaned in frustration at the missed shot. He drew back and plunged in again, more accurately this time, and his sturdy rod dove into her cunt.
His cock ran in all the way on that violent thrust, going deeper than either Tom's or Ralph's had and sending a new tingle through the wanton nymphet as the head reached hitherto untouched flesh. His balls slammed against her uplifted ass and his belly slapped against hers. They quivered together, her body arched, and his braced, as if held in suspension above the earth and out of time ... a carnal tableau in suspended animation.
They both sighed happily.
Then they began to fuck with vigor.
Sam fucked as frantically as Ralph but because his cock was longer the cycle took longer--he had more hot cunt through which to pass on every stroke, more dick to be fed up that slippery hole. He poured the pork to her with long, fluid strokes, his ass dipping as he drove in with an underslung thrust, then corkscrewing as he threaded it up like a bolt through a soft, pink nut, then levering down across her clitoris and pounding her into the ground. She was dancing a horizontal waltz beneath him, her lithe, nubile loins pumping, her haunches heaving, her flanks rippling and all the while her pliable cunt molded itself to the contours of his big cock, pulling and sucking and milking.
His orgasm came as fast and as hard as Ralph's had but this time, because of the preliminary work that Ralph had done, Bonny came with him.
Her cunt liquefied.
Gasping and wailing, she flooded with love juice as his prick poured a steady stream of cum up her melting pussy.
Tom had a hard-on again; he was looking at it, reflected in the chrome disks of his wheel covers, his sexuality inextricably tied to his automobile.
He took Bonny by the hand and pulled her to her feet.
Her knees were watery and her thighs were weak in the aftermath of her orgasm but she smiled and went willingly with him as he led her back to the car. He left the back door open this time, placing her on the edge of the seat and feeding the pork to her that way, with his ass bucking outside of the car.
He came; she didn't; it made no difference because now Ralph had a hard-on again and, dragging her back to the blanket he threw a fast and ferocious fuck into her, coming without delay. Bonny started to come with him and her orgasm was prolonged so that she was till coming when Sam, sporting a brand-new erection, took Ralph's place in the saddle and plowed her with reckless abandon.
Then all three boys were spent and Bonny was glowing with contentment. It sure was nice to be popular.
When Bonny got home--she left the car on the corner and walked to her house--she heard activity in the front room. She tiptoed to the door and looked in.
Her mother had brought three men home from the bar. One was Gus.
The other two were strangers that she had met in the bar. They all had big cocks.
Irma was blowing them.
The men were sitting in three chairs, all in a row, and Irma was crawling around on the floor, moving from cock to cock and slurping on each in turn. She didn't linger long enough over any single cock to bring the man off, but took a few slurps and moved on to the next. It was a game. They were having a contest to see which gentleman would get his rocks off first.
Bonny watched, fascinated. Bonny was very glad that she'd just come a lot, because otherwise this scene would have made her tremendously frustrated. As it was, it made her a little hot and a little hungry, but mainly she was interested in observing her mother's technique.
One by one, the men became aware of Bonny's presence.
They grinned at her, winking and holding forefingers to lips to caution her to silence. It was not necessary, for Bonny had no intention of making her presence known to her mother, who was too busy eating cock to notice her.
The man on the left, a brawny fellow with a beard, blew his wad first.
Irma greedily swallowed it down, sucking until she had drained him to the dregs, then moved on and continued to alternate between the other two.
Gus, having already come in the bar, was at a disadvantage. The other man, a fellow with a bald, glistening skull that came to a point and resembled a cockhead with ears, shot a wad of slime into Irma's mouth next. Squealing merrily, she swallowed it. She moved on to Gus and began to suck him steadily and with great attention to details. Her head was moving more slowly by this time, for her neck was getting tired and her jaws were starting to ache.
Bonny would have liked to offer her services as a replacement, but didn't think her mother would go for that.
Watching all this cock sucking was making her mouth water and her pussy tingle. Bonny had never done a whole lot of cock sucking, herself, because she was most often the essential cunt in a gang bang and having a succession of cocks fed up her cunt in a train left her little time to take it in the mouth, but she dearly liked milking a dick and drinking cum and she was proud of her mother's oral capacity.
Finally, abandoning her principles because she was starting to flag, Irma wrapped her hand around Gus's fat stalk and began to push-pull on his cock while she sucked on the head, effectively jerking him off into her mouth.
Under the double stimulation of sucking and jerking, he began to quiver and, in due course, his jism sped up his rod and splattered into Irma's mouth.
Irma drew back, smiling contentedly as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. Then she saw Bonny.
Her jaw dropped open. Bonny could see a film of cum on her tongue.
"Bonny!" she howled.
"Hi, Mom," said the nymphet. "Sucking plenty of cock today, I see."
Bonny had some misguided idea that, having discovered her mother in an oral gang bang, that worthy woman would be more inclined to be tolerant of Bonny's own activities.
But Bonny did not know the way the mind of a mother worked in such situations.
Instead of looking sheepish or ashamed, Irma was glaring at her in a red-faced fury.
"You little tramp!" she cried.
"Huh?" said the girl, amazed.
"You slut!"
"It wasn't me sucking dick, Mom...." she said, reasonably, thinking that somehow, possibly through overindulgence at the corner bar, her mother had their roles confused and reversed.
"You were watching!"
"But gee, I...."
"There is nothing on earth more perverted and depraved than a fourteen-year-old girl who would sneak up on her mother while her mother is giving head to three gentlemen! Nothing!"
"You tell the little trollop, Irma," Gus said, encouragingly. He grinned. "She'll come to no good end, if she's allowed to spy on her own moth while she's sucking cock."
Irma rose to her feet. On unsteady legs, she advanced on the dumbfounded girl, her big jaw thrust out, her eyes blazing, her huge tits billowing like cushions. Her lips were smeared with cum but they twisted with righteousness.
Bonny backed off, retreating before this unwarranted fury.
Irma shook her finger in Bonny's face.
Irma said, "It's all I can say, you little whore! It's a damn good thing that you're going to the home for wayward girls tomorrow! They'll teach you how to behave!"
And she nodded, as if to affirm the truth of that statement...