Chapter 6
Kip fucked his mother just about every night after that. In no time at all he was a master at it, and his mother loved every minute of it. She thought of nothing else, she lived and breathed only to have sex with her son. Susan was happy, content, looking forward to their upcoming trip to San Francisco. Kip had resolved things in his mind, at least on the outside. He didn't think about their particular situation very much, didn't try to analyze it. He did what his mother had taught him to do; he just let it happen.
On the Fourth of July, a strange thing happened. Kip and Susan had gone to Grant Park to watch the fireworks over the lake. They sat on a blanket and kept close to each other, for the grass was damp and the evening breeze was cool. After the fireworks display had ended, Kip and his mother joined the herd of people walking toward their parked cars. Suddenly Susan tripped over a large rock. She felt a shooting pain in her right leg and fell to the ground. Kip felt her go down, heard her muffled cry, and stopped and bent over, trying to pull her up. But the people behind him, moving as if in a stampede, were unable to stop. A man fell next to Susan, another on top of him, and then a woman slipped and hit the ground.
Susan was the only person injured. She couldn't walk. Kip helped her up, but she couldn't stand on her right foot. Tears formed in her eyes as she felt the throbbing pain. She feared it had been broken. Another man helped Kip carry Susan to the nearby street, where a police car rushed her to Henrotin Hospital, on Chicago's Near North Side. Only when a nurse was helping Susan from the car did anyone notice that her leg was bleeding. The bleeding was caused by a gash in her ankle, and though the ankle wasn't broken, she had suffered a bad sprain.
The doctor on duty immediately sutured stitches into the wound and gave Susan medication to ease her pain. "She's going to be fine. Took a few stitches, and I'm going to give her a tetanus shot to play safe. I think perhaps the cut was caused by some sharp metal object, perhaps a beer can near the rock. In any case, I think it best that she remain overnight. She's almost asleep now. I gave her something to help her pain and her regular physician wants to examine her in the morning. He said she hadn't had a check-up in months and now she's trapped!" The doctor laughed and Kip smiled.
"Fine, thank you, Doctor," Kip said, extending his hand.
Kip was allowed to see his mother. She smiled, only half awake, and he kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'll call in the morning," Kip said, on his way out the emergency room door.
He walked to the corner and hailed a cab, which took him back to the parking lot where the Thunderbird was sitting all alone. Kip got into the car and drove home. Minutes after he had parked, he was upstairs in his bed, fast asleep. It was the first night since the love scene on the living room floor that he had slept in his own room.
"Susan? Susan!" Connie called. Kip opened his eyes. He looked at his clock. Ten-thirty. He sat up in bed. "Susan, are you here?"
Kip heard the girl clearly now. He jumped from the bed and walked to his closet. Just as he was about to grab his bathrobe from the hook, Connie opened the door and stuck her head into the room.
"Anybody home?" Her words hardly escaped her lips when she realized she was staring at a naked boy. Her eyes opened wide and she gulped, turning red. Her fingers rose to her lips as she mumbled, "I'm sorry," and vanished into the hall.
Kip found her in the kitchen, trembling. "Hey, Connie, I should have said something. After all, you did give me warning. I'm sorry," Kip said.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean to, I mean, I shouldn't have just walked in like that!"
"You okay?" Kip touched her shoulder.
"Yes," the girl said, relaxing. She was okay, but still shocked at the size of what she had seen between the boy's legs.
"Mom's in the hospital," Kip said, opening the refrigerator. He told her the entire story and then he called Susan. "How are you?" he asked.
"I'm fine, but Dr. Johnston isn't going to let me out of this dump for another two days!"
"Why?"
"Oh, he's been trying to get me to have a complete physical for years now and I guess this is his big chance. I really do need it, I guess." Susan sounded lonely.
"We'll come visit you this afternoon," Kip said.
"We'll?"
"Connie and I. She's here now."
"Oh. Yes, well, make it two or two-thirty."
"Great. And Mom . . . '
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"Love you too, darling. 'Bye!"
Kip hung up the phone and returned to his room to get dressed. He left the door open purposely, just to see if Connie would look in. Just as he was slipping into his undershorts, the maid walked by and glanced into the room. Littie cunt, he thought, smiling surreptitiously.
Connie did the wash while Kip strolled on the beach. At two-thirty they visited Susan. She told them she was going to have various tests in the morning and that she dreaded every moment. The conversation was very light and pleasant, and soon it was time to leave. Before Kip left the room, Susan asked that he return that evening, alone.
Driving back to the apartment, Kip wondered what was going through the mind of the girl sitting next to him. She looked at him with interest every now and then, but he wasn't sure if she was attracted to him or if she was sensing something about his relationship with his mother. He thought of the word again, MOTHERFUCKER! He didn't want to be branded with that.
"I envy you," Connie blurted out.
"You do? Why?" Kip asked.
"Because you and your mother are so close. I wish I could be that close to my family," Connie said. She was looking out the window of the car.
Kip gulped hard. "Yes, I guess we are rather close." The words came out slowly. Kip couldn't believe she had said it. Was it ironic? Or was she trying to tell him she knew what had been going on? He suddenly felt a certain paranoid envelopment.
Nothing more was said until they reached the apartment building. Connie jumped from the car, turned and smiled at Kip and waved. "See you tomorrow. Thanks." She turned away.
" 'Bye," Kip said, almost to himself.
Kip returned to the hospital at eight-thirty that evening. He had showered and shaved and put on a new shirt Susan had given him recently. His mother was waiting for him, sitting up in bed.
"Hi," Kip said, sticking his head in the door.
"Come in," Susan said softly. He entered the room, closing the door behind him.
"For you, my beautiful Susan Stoddard!" Kip produced a bouquet of roses from behind his back and handed them to her.
Susan opened her arms and kissed him on the lips. "They're beautiful, just beautiful, thank you," she said, smiling.
Kip found a vase in the cabinet on the other side of the room and filled it with water. Then he placed the roses in the water and set the beautiful red flowers on the stand next to her bed. He sat next to her and took her hand. "How do you feel?" Kip asked.
"Great," Susan said sarcastically. "My ankle still hurts like hell and now they've given me something for those damn tests in the morning and I feel like I'm floating in space."
"You'll love it, all those doctors sticking their hands down there!"
"Up there! And I only want your hand there, not any doctor's!" Susan stared at him.
Kip looked into her dilated eyes as an idea crept into his brain. "How about my tongue?"
"What?" Susan felt excited.
"Does anyone come in here?" Kip asked hurriedly.
"Well, no, unless the nurse . . . "
He didn't even give her time to finish her sentence. Kip pulled back the covers. Susan's hospital gown was bunched around her waist, exposing her pussy to his eager eyes.
"Kip, please darling, the nurse . . . "
Again he didn't give her time to think. His face seemed to dive into the dark spot between her lovely legs. Susan pulled her legs apart to reveal the full moist pinkness of her vaginal slit. Kip began to impart hot, wet kisses through the velvety growth of pubic hair, tongue extended like a rigid poker as Susan squirmed her body lower and lower on the sheets, pushing against his face. Then Kip's tongue came in contact with the moistly hot little nub, and began to circle it teasingly, lovingly. He spread the lips with his fingers and darted his tongue in and out of the exquisite opening, licking the soft lips with each backward pull.
Susan's hands grasped Kip's hair and pulled as his tongue ran circles around the inside of her vaginal opening. Her buttocks began to swirl madly on the bed from the waves of delicious desire being transmitted inrough her flesh. Don't stop, darling, don't stop, her brain called out. Eat me, Kip baby, suck your mommy's cunt, suck it hard! Don't stop till I come in your mouth!
Susan couldn't care less now if a whole troup of nurses entered the room. She was past caring about anything but the forces of overwhelming love and desire for her son, who was now tongue fucking her on the white hospital bed. Kip opened his mouth as wide as he could, moving his tongue downward along Susan's cunt lips, tasting, licking, biting softly.
Kip moved his tongue down, his eyes rubbing against her mound, his nose in her cunt, and slid the tip of his rigid hot little poker over the tight opening to her anus. Susan moaned. Kip did it again, over and over, licking her asshole as it panted, stretched open, closed up again. Susan thought the world was ending. She writhed and breathed hard as she felt the hot lickings on her anus.
Kip brought his tongue up again, smashing it into the depths of her cunt, in time now, in rhythm. In and out, in and out, in and out. Susan's hands trembled and her thighs quivered wildly as she felt the pinnacle as her climax struck. Her entire being convulsed and her neck muscles stood out like steel bars as the long, hot tongue of the lewdly slaving young man continued to slide hot and hard into her beautiful pussy. "Oh, Oh, Kip!" she whispered as it came all at once.
Kip tasted it, feeling the rush against his lips, lapping up every drop of the delicious fluid. He lifted his head. Susan was in heaven and he smiled. Gently, he pulled the covers back over her body and wiped his face off with a clean, white hospital towel. He sat looking at his beautiful mother while she recovered from the passionate interlude.
Susan turned her head to him. She smiled and reached out her hand and touched his fingertips for a moment, then brought her hand back to the bed. "Roses and that-all in one night? I should get sick more often," Susan said happily-
"My pleasure," Kip said.
"Looks like it," Susan said, pointing to his bulging crotch. Kip laughed.
The door opened and a nurse put her head in. "I'm sorry, but visiting hours are over," she said sternly, disappearing back into the hall.
Kip stood up, ready to leave.
"Honey," Susan said in an understanding tone, taking his hand.
"Yes?" Kip said, wondering what she was going to say.
"Why don't you do something tonight to get rid of that beautiful hard-on?" Susan said softly.
"What?" Kip was ready to protest.
"Find someone, share it with someone, but don't love me any less."
Kip stood for a. long moment. Then he bent down and kissed Susan on the lips and left the room.
Susan lay on the bed for a long time, thinking. She had been very unselfish. But she was willing to bet that whoever or whatever he found, no one would be as good as Mom.
Kip left the hospital and drove home. His erection stayed with him until he was inside the apartment. His mother's words pressed into his brain. He didn't want anyone else, but she had asked him to find someone, and also, eating her beautiful cunt had left him horny and on edge. He went into his room and took his cherished box of pornography from the back of his closet. He leafed through the pages, but the pictures were all familiar. Cocks, cunts, tongues, assholes, in hundreds of arrangements. He was still hard, but he desired a new thrill, something different.
He sat down on the bed, next to the pile of clean clothing Connie had placed there. Connie. Sweet little cunt, Connie. Kip knew he didn't want to fuck her, but maybe she would like doing some other things.. . .
He found her number on his mother's desk. He dialed the phone. Connie's mother answered. It seemed like forever before the girl came to the phone.
"Connie, this is Kip Stoddard."
"Oh, hi."
"Hi. Listen, Mom came home tonight. They called off her tests for tomorrow and she, well, she wanted to get out of there as soon as she could. She's still not able to walk on her ankle and I was just going out.. . "
"You want me to come over and stay with her?"
"Yes, could you spend the night?"
"Sure, be happy to. I'm bored here anyway. I'll throw a few things in the car and be right over."
"Great, Mom will be happy," Kip said, rubbing his cock through his pants.
"Tell her I'll be right over. There's no need to wait, I'll let myself in," Connie said.
"That's okay, I'll wait till you get here. See you soon," Kip said, smiling, almost smirking.
" 'Bye " Connie hung up.
Kip set the receiver down. Now that she's coming, what the hell am I going to do with her? Kip felt guilty about using Susan as an excuse, but that seemed the only logical way to get the girl to come over. Hell, he thought, why worry?
Twenty minutes later the doorbell rang. Kip opened the door to find Connie standing in the hall, a small suitcase in her right hand and a big smile on her face.
"Hi!" she said.
Kip opened the door wide and the girl entered. She looked at him, setting her suitcase on the floor of the living room. He was dressed only in his terry cloth robe.
"I . . . I thought you were going out? "
"Decided to stay in. Sit down. Care for a drink?"
Connie looked at him strangely. She sat on the couch. She said nothing.
"Do you want a drink?" Kip asked again.
"Well, sure, I guess so. Anything. Is Susan sleeping?"
"Yes, I suppose she's sleeping," Kip said, fixing two gin and tonics at the bar.
Connie felt very uncomfortable. She didn't quite know why, but things seemed strange. Kip held a glass in front of her face and she accepted it without looking at him. What amazed her was the fact that he didn't move once she had taken the glass from his hands. He continued to stand there, in front of her, his hairy legs touching hers.
"You look scared," Kip said.
Connie looked up and mustered up a smile. She didn't mean it. Kip moved to another chair and sat, spreading his legs so that the girl could see his bulging shorts.
"I'll sleep here on the couch," Connie said.
"How about my bed?" Kip said.
"Oh, sure, but I don't want to make you sleep on the couch!"
"I'll be in my bed with you."
Connie choked on her drink. Her face flushed and she sank back into the couch. "Are you trying to seduce me with your mother right there in the bedroom? And ill on top of it?" Connie asked in alarm.
"Yup!"
"Well," Connie said defensively. "You really are a sickie, aren't you?"
"Honey, you have no idea," Kip smiled.
The girl started to rise. "I'm sorry, but I've got to get out of here . . . "
"Sit down," Kip commanded.
The girl stood motionless for a moment. Then she obeyed. She had a terrified expression on her face.
"Now look, I'm not going to hurt you. Mom isn't here. She's still in the hospital. I just used that to get you over here."
"You bastard!" She sounded as if she meant it.
"Wait a minute, Connie," Kip maneuvered, somewhat surprised at her outburst. "Look, no one is going to force you into anything you don't want to do. I don't want to fuck you. I just thought we might play some games or something."
"I have no desire to . . . "
"Cut the crap! I saw the way you looked at me when you walked into my room! I saw how you happened to glance back as I was getting into my shorts."
Connie stood up again, setting her drink on the coffee table. She wasn't sure what to do. She knew she should play the shy role and pretend to hate him. But she had desired him for a long time now and his invitation seemed like it was too good to be true. "You're really very vulgar," Connie said.
As if talking back to her, Kip ripped open his robe and pulled his shorts down in the front. His cock jumped up, half hard against his stomach. Connie's eyes bulged out of her head. This was it and she knew it. She had to either walk out of the apartment or stay and join in.
Kip watched the girl as her eyes darted to the door, then came back again to gaze at his naked cock. He knew now that the pretty girl was finding it hard to make the decision, but he was relieved when he saw her starting to unbutton her blouse. "You made the right choice," Kip said, holding his cock in his right hand.
"Maybe." Connie stared at the boy's huge penis as she removed her blouse.
"You like looking at it?" Kip asked.
"Yes," Connie said, dropping her blouse to the floor.
"Wanna touch it?"
"Yes," she whispered, unfastening her skirt.
It fell to the floor to join her blouse.
"Go ahead," Kip said, pulling his hand away. The head of his cock stuck out of his shorts. He spread his legs.
She walked to him and stood in front of him, clad only in her panties. Her breasts were small, little girl-like, unexciting compared with his mother's. She knelt down between his legs and reached out and touched the tip of his penis lightly with her fingertips.
"It won't bite," Kip said.
"It's incredible! God, it's big," Connie said, rubbing the swelling head with her whole hand.
"Take my shorts down," Kip ordered. Connie started to pull on his white undershorts with her hands, but Kip stopped her. "With your teeth," he said firmly. He stood up, above the puzzled girl, waiting, glaring, testing.
After a tense moment, Connie grasped the elastic band of his shorts in her white teeth and pulled them down the length of his cock. The half-hard shaft smacked against her head as it was released from the tight covering. She pulled with her teeth till she had his shorts around his ankles. He stepped out of them and fell back into the chair.
"Play with it," Kip said.
Again, as if mesmerized, she obeyed. She grabbed his cock, rubbed, toyed, caressed, pressed it. Her hands cupped his balls and ran along his thighs. He was still only half hard.
Kip moved his body down in the soft chair so his ass was resting at the edge of the cushion in front of the girl's face. She began to take his cock into her mouth, but he pulled it away.
"No, not that," he said, knowing she could never be as good as his mother. "Here, lick my balls," he ordered, lifting his legs high and wide, dropping them over the sides of the chair.
Connie lapped her wet young tongue over the huge sack between his legs. Kip grabbed his cock in both hands and held it tight. It stiffened. The girl continued licking his balls, hot, wet, over and over. She tried to take them into her mouth but they were too large to fit. She sucked on each one separately, drawing as much of the scrotum into her hot hungry mouth as she could.
Kip's cock was hard now and he began to masturbate himself as he watched the girl's eyes staring at him just above his rolling balls. "Lower," he said, sliding his ass forward.
Connie licked under his balls now, at the hard flesh there, covered with dark heavy hair.
"Lower, lower," Kip whispered breathlessly. All at once he felt the girl's tongue lash out against the tightness of his asshole. She pushed hard and the tip of her pointed tongue entered him, then drew back and attacked again.
Sensations of pleasure and pain rippled through Kip's tanned body. The girl was sucking now, eating his anus as hard as she could, as hungrily as she could, obeying his command, pulling his buttocks farther apart with her hands.
Kip couldn't stand it any longer. He knew he was ready to come, he could feel the liquid swelling in his balls as they bounced on the girl's lapping face. He closed his eyes and tightened the grip on his penis.
"Lick my ass, honey, stick your tongue up it, hard, hard!" Drops of perspiration formed on Kip's forehead as he felt the girl's sharp tongue violating him according to her demands. Then suddenly, without warning, the image of Susan, her body spread naked and open on the hospital bed, struck like lightning in his mind and the cum gushed from the tip of his cock. Kip held his penis tightly, covering the head so his cum could not shoot into the air. Instead, it poured like a waterfall from between his fingers and he watched as the hot river flowed down his hand.
"Lick it, honey, catch it in your mouth, lap it up!" Kip said, wild with excitement. Connie lifted her head from his asshole and gasped as her eyes watched the orgasm rush down his tightly clenched fingers. Immediately she opened her lips and sucked at the gob of cum on his balls, drawing the thick liquid into her mouth. She caught each gush, each drop. She licked at his fingertips, at the swollen tip of his cock between his wet fingers, at his pubic hair, at his thighs. She found every bit of the white cum and lapped it up, cleansing his body like a Sweet little kitten.
Kip fell back into the chair, his legs still spread over soft arms. Connie wiped her face and lay back on the floor, panting. All at once the room seemed to be incredibly silent. Neither of them said a word. Connie couldn't see Kip's face from the floor. She watched his cock as it slowly inched its head down between his legs and came to rest against his balls.
Kip put his head back against the soft chair and relaxed. He almost forgot the girl was there. He was lost in thoughts of his mother, his beautiful Susan. Susan with his cock between her breasts. Susan preparing dinner in tight pants. Susan's breasts protruding from the bubbles in the bathtub. Susan in his arms, sleeping soundly. Susan naked on the hospital bed.
"Did you dig it?"
The voice startled Kip. He had been in another world.
"Well, was it neat?"
Kip lifted his head and dropped his legs to the seat of the chair. He looked down to find the girl sprawled on the floor, one hand, rubbing lightly against her cunt.
"Come on, I know you liked it!" she persisted.
"Yeah, it was okay."
"Sure tasted good. There was enough of it!" The girl smiled out of the corner of her mouth. Her hand completely covered her crotch now, thinking she was teasing him.
"Wanna fuck me?" she said coyly.
"Not particularly."
"What?"
"I told you before I didn't want to fuck you."
"You said you weren't going to, not that you didn't want to."
Kip looked at her with a blank expression on his face. "I don't want to and I'm not going to."
Connie sat up. "So what happens now, wanna play monopoly? You come once and the party's over?"
"Not exactly," Kip said, not really knowing what he meant.
"You afraid you can't come again?" the girl asked in a snotty tone.
"Look baby, I can come more times than you can count." Immediately, Kip was sorry he had said that. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had upset him.
Kip leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs again. He watched as the girl stared at his genitals, touching herself between her legs, as she got onto her knees and took her small breasts in her hands, pressing her pink hard nipples between her fingertips.
Connie was determined to get Kip excited. She was putting on a little show now, rubbing her breasts, licking her lips with her tongue. She could see that he was enjoying it and she wondered if he'd like to see her masturbate.
"I'll bet you'd like to watch," Connie said, winking at him. "Watch what?"
"Watch me do things to myself."
"Sure," Kip said, interested. "I said we'd play games, didn't I? It's your turn." He stretched his body out, placing his left leg up over the side of the chair. His cock lay on his leg and he reached down to take it in his hand.
Connie sat directly in front of him, continuing to play with her breasts. Kip, in turn, was fascinated because they were so unlike his mother's. The girl seemed to be only a half woman, a girl child in his estimation, someone with a great distance to go to become a woman like Susan.
That was the word-WOMAN-and the essence, the quality, of his mother's attraction. Susan Stoddard carried her femininity with style, with class. She was truly a woman.
But Kip found the girl on the floor in front of him to be an interesting playing, a diversion. He touched the head of his cock as he watched the girl massage her breasts. She moved her head down and flicked the ends of her nipples with her long tongue, grasping each breast with both hands. Kip watched the nipples tighten and grow hard. He gripped his cock and felt it beginning to swell.
Connie saw the boy's rising member and smiled, still playing with her rigid breasts.
"Do you fuck a lot?" Kip asked.
"Sometimes."
"Do you masturbate?"
This turn of the conversation excited Connie even more. She had hoped he would ask about it. "Sure," she admitted, "a lot!"
Kip's cock was hard again. The conversation was beginning to excite him also. "How? How do you do it?"
Connie stopped rubbing her tits. "What the fuck do you mean, how do I do it?"
"What do you use? Your fingers?"
"Yeah, mostly," she replied without embarrassment as she continued touching herself, watching the boy as he rubbed his hard cock. "Sometimes I use a pop bottle, or a cucumber. Mom had a Polish sausage in the refrigerator once, no, I think it was a salami.. . "
"A salami?"
"Yes, a salami. You know what a salami looks like, don't you? How long and thick they are? Well, it worked pretty well," she added, flopping back on the floor. She spread her legs and sighed. "Shit."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just frustrated, that's all."
"Masturbate for me. Please."
She didn't answer him vocally, but rather moved her hips in response, raising them off the floor for a second. She put her hands under her buttocks and grabbed the cheeks of her ass. Then she let her hips down and lifted her legs as high as she could, spreading them wide, so both her asshole and her pussy were wide open before his gaze. Very slowly, Connie pulled the cheeks of her ass as far apart as they would go then placed the index finger of her right hand against the hard little cleft that guarded the entrance to her anus.
Kip moved forward in the chair, his gaze intent on her fingertip and the throbbing entrance to her bottom. His cock was stiff and he felt a surge of excitement race through his loins as he watched the finger poke tenderly at the opening. He heard the girl moan, almost humming, as she felt the pleasure ride through her body.
Her finger circled the ridge and then pushed hard against it. The opening gave way and her fingernail disappeared into the hot narrow tunnel. Without a sound, Connie slid the length of her finger up into her burning asshole and held it there. Kip watched closely as the cleft opened to admit the finger then locked around it.
Kip moved to the floor, reached up and placed his hand on her pussy, rubbing it softly as the girl moved her finger inside her ass. Then in one fast move, Kip slid his middle finger deep into her cunt. The girl panted and thrashed her hips on the floor, feeling the two fingers inside her body, alternating between the thrust of one and the pull of the other. Kip's finger moved in and out of her moist vaginal opening, but his eyes were intent on the girl's own finger, sliding easily in and out of her asshole.
Suddenly, she stopped and pulled her finger out. Kip didn't stop however, but rather slid another finger into her warm pussy, causing the girl to twist wildly on the carpeted floor. She moved her body in such a way that she turned over and faced the floor, with Kip's hand still within her. Quickly, she pushed up and braced herself on all fours, her cunt and ass open to Kip's view.
"Do what I did," the girl said.
Kip stopped and pulled his fingers out. He almost laughed at the girl's ability to stop in the midst of what seemed like great passion for her and tell him to do something else. He took his hands from her body and moved to kneel directly behind her, between her spread legs. He touched lightly at her asshole with his fingertip. It was hard and very warm, surrounded by soft light hair, a deep pink color. The girl moaned and he pushed the finger harder, afraid he would hurt her. He tried to insert it but it wouldn't go in.
Connie spread her legs as far as they would go. "Wet it," she whispered, and Kip immediately spit onto his fingers and rubbed the liquid against the opening.
Kip stroked the entire length of her ass, down and up, down and up, teasing her, applying more spit to lubricate the entire area. He stroked her white buttocks, teasing her rectum with the tip of his hard finger, lewdly enjoying the moans of pleasure which were erupting from her throat.
Slowly, tantalizingly, he inserted the tip of his forefinger into her anal opening, rotating it slowly around inside, drawing greater whimpers of desire from her mouth. Then, at length, Kip thrust his finger all the way in, eliciting a gasp from Connie. He pulled it back out, all the way, and then slid it in again with even more physical thrust, all the while aware of the building ache between his legs.
Kip then took his finger out again and put both hands on the firmly quivering moons, using his thumbs to pull apart the hotly perspiring crevice between them. Wide apart, the glistening mounds opened to reveal the tiny rubbery opening of her brown, puckered little nether ring. He leaned forward so that the hard, fleshy head of his engorged prick rested against the small, now totally defenseless hole, then moved his hips, teasing the hardness along the softly yielding crevice, poising it finally at the small, slightly cringing anal entrance.
"Oh, yes, Kip darling, please, yes, please, put it in there!" The girl urged him on in a voice that sounded strong, dominant, masochistic.
"Fuck my asshole!"
Kip pushed the head against the opening. He thought it would never go in. His head reeled and he suddenly realized the evident pleasure she was anticipating. Shouldn't he save that pleasure for Susan? Wouldn't it be more fun to just tease Connie, just make her beg, and let it go at that?
Kip stopped pushing and pulled his hips back. Quickly, he moved his head to the sweating opening and kissed it hard, poking his tongue at the pulsating cleft.
Then, just as quickly, he leaned back against the chair and sat holding his cock with both hands.
Connie turned around, a look of rage in her eyes. She didn't say anything, just stared at him. Kip smiled at her and then looked down to his penis.
"You're not going to fuck me that way either?"
"No," Kip said, still looking at his crotch.
Connie's eyes filled with resentment. She took a deep breath and said, "Then I'll fuck myself!" She got up and walked into the kitchen and emerged in a minute carrying a carrot.
Kip watched her, fascinated, as she sat on the floor and bit off the pointed tip of the carrot.
"Oh, it's cold," Connie said, touching it to her cunt. She spread her legs and moved the carrot up and down between the lips of her pussy.
"Put it in, all the way," Kip told hem
She did so. In one move, the girl fell back against the floor, moved the orange thing in her hand to her vaginal opening, and thrust it in. She sighed and took her hand away. The carrot stayed in her cunt, with only about an inch protruding from her pubic hairs.
Ki grabbed the carrot with his hand and pulled it out, then pushed it back in again, and continued like that, twisting and turning it while the girl moved her body in pleasure on the floor.
"Oh, wow," Connie moaned. She was loving it. And just as she felt she was nearing a climax, Kip pulled the carrot out of her cunt and took a bite of it.
Connie sat up and watched him chew the vegetable. "You're really something, you know?" she said, shaking her head, liking him and hating him at the same time.
Kip set the rest of the carrot on the coffee table and once again stretched out leaning against the chair. His eyes searched the room and came to rest on the large candle sitting on the dining table, near the sliding balcony doors.
"Can you take that?" Kip asked, pointing to the candle.
"What?"
"That candle. Can you take it?"
"Looks like your cock," Connie said, still hoping Kip would change his mind and fuck her.
"Candle. Not cock." Kip corrected her, which infuriated the girl. Kip got up, took the candle from the table, and set it on the floor between them. It was about nine or ten inches tall and the top was rounded from having been partly burned away.
"You know," Connie said looking at him, "this may be better than your cock!" She stooped and brought her body within inches of the candle. Kip put his head to the floor, close to the candle, eager to watch the large wax member enter her.
She moved her body so the tip of the candle touched the spread lips of her cunt. Kip stretched out his arm and firmly grasped the base of the candle. His eyes looked up into the warm hairy crotch about to plunge itself onto the length of the wax.
Connie easily pushed the candle into her waiting cunt by lowering her body slightly. She pulled the lips of her pussy open with her fingers and guided the massive shaft into the opening.
"My God, that's big!" Connie mumbled, lowering her body still another inch, shaking. The candle was large and the touch of it on her flesh sent a shiver of pain up her spine. She looked at the boy sprawled out before her, looked directly at his huge penis standing up along his tight belly. She closed her eyes, pretending it was his cock entering her.
Kip watched closely as the candle slowly disappeared into the girl. Her cunt seemed to be sucking it in, pulling it up and into her. Kip could see the lips hugging the length of the wax shaft, lubricating it, helping it to enter. Finally she could take no more. Her cunt was almost to the floor and the lips were now touching Kip's hand at the base of the candle.
In a swift movement, Connie fell back on the floor and lay with her legs open in front of Kip.
Kip grabbed the protruding length of candle and eased it out of her cunt. It slid easily, as easily as his cock had slid out of Susan, he thought, and then he pushed it back in, quickly, swiftly, silently aided by her juices.
Connie grasped behind her knees, spreading her legs in the air, lifting her ass from the floor. Kip worked the candle with both hands, pulling it almost completely out of her burning cunt, then thrusting it back in with all his might, hurting her, fucking her with the instrument in his hands. The tip of his cock bobbed against her asshole. Connie felt the hot member hitting her anus each time the candle worked its way deep into her cunt. She wished Kip would put his cock up her ass so she could be fucked in both places at the same time. Her senses seemed to disappear as she began to feel nothing but the sensation of pleasure ripple through her young body.
Kip grabbed the candle in one hand and took hold of his extended prick with the other. As he shoved the instrument in the girl's aching cunt, he pulled at the shaft of his cock, rubbing the swollen head against Connie's puckered anal opening.
"Kip, oh, please, come there, come all over my asshole," she said, her eyes tightly closed. She spread her legs as far as they would go, opening her entire underside to the boy's beating cock. She felt each stroke of Kip's hand along the huge organ as he glided the skin up to the glans and then back down again. She felt herself coming. The sensation was shattering.
"Harder, harder, harder," she screamed, feeling the juices beginning to pour from deep within her. Kip felt his hand suddenly slicken with the warm liquid. It poured from her, dripping down the candle, over Kip's fingers, onto the tip of his cock where it served to lubricate her spread anus.
Kip felt himself ready to come and immediately he stopped, leaving the candle deep within her, moving his penis from her ass, holding back, stopping the explosion of cum about to burst from the tip.
Connie dropped her legs, still panting from her orgasm. "I thought you were going to come on my ass!"
Still feeling the all powerful control of the situation, and still determined to withhold pleasure or detract from the budding relationship with his mother, Kip responded with a firm, "No."
Connie looked disgusted. "Well, that's it," she said, sitting up. "You had your chance. I'm going home." However, she made no move to leave. She sat there, contented, candle in her cunt, looking at him, wanting him to ask her to stay, or, at least, wanting something she did not have.
Kip stared back at her, aware of her desires, doubting her declarations, knowing she wouldn't actually leave. With a further cruelty, he added, "I'm not going to fuck you so you may as well get that out of your mind."
"Let me suck you off then, please," she said, almost in desperation, wrapping her hand around his cock. With her other hand she pulled the length of candle from her cunt, which exited with a slurping, popping sound.
Kip leaned back against the chair, pulling his cock away from her fingers. "You can look at it, but you can't suck it."
"I give great blow jobs, you'll see," Connie said hungrily.
"Look, but don't touch," Kip said, teasing her. He could see how much she wanted his penis, but he was determined to drive her insane with desire, and yet never quite yield to her. This was an experiment to Kip Stoddard, the living out of a fantasy, a game to play to keep from becoming bored.
Connie sat close to him, watching him play with his genitals.
"Was it always that big?" she asked, as if to interest Kip in the situation at hand.
"Yeah, sure, I was born with it like this. I weighed in at eight pounds and my cock weighed seven!" Kip laughed aloud.
Connie giggled in response, then, as if having been encouraged, moved to touch his cock, but he slapped her hand. "Prick!" she blurted.
Kip continued rubbing his balls, stroking his cock, fingering his asshole. He stared at Connie's tits, at the hairy damp mound between her legs, at the candle laying close to them on the carpeting.
Suddenly, Connie jumped up, implanting her lips over the end of his cock, almost biting. Kip yelled and tried to pull her head away, but it seemed as though she was clamped to it. He tried to pull his body away, but she held tight, locking his cock in her throat.
Kip grabbed her hair in a final attempt to pull her away, forcing her to lift her head. His cock finally slipped out of her mouth and he tried to get up, but Connie grabbed him and in a moment they were wrestling on the floor.
Kip fell on top of her, his hard cock hitting her stomach, and she wrapped her arms around his body, trying to kiss him, but Kip kept moving his head to the side, and Connie finally put his ear into her mouth and pressed her wet tongue into it.
Kip rolled over, drawing Connie on top of his body. His cock slipped between her legs and stuck into the air, between her buttocks. Connie reached around and grabbed the tip, rubbing it. She could feel a drop of liquid there and she smoothed it over the bulbous head, sending pangs of pleasure through Kip's body. With her other hand she ripped her fingernails against his back and they rolled onto their sides.
Kip finally pulled his body from hers and brought himself to his knees in order to straddle her torso. He grabbed her wrists and held her hands to the floor, high over her head. His knees were on each side of her breasts and his balls hung between them, lightly touching her soft skin.
He was in a powerful position now and he knew he could take advantage of it. The girl looked up at the huge penis hovering over her lips. She tried to get it to her mouth, but each time she lifted her head, Kip pulled his body up, and his cock jumped away from her.
Then, as if driven by a diabolical force, he slowly brought his big cock to her lips and let it tap her there. Just as she opened her mouth to receive the huge organ, Kip pulled it away. She was begging for it, her tongue swirling around her lips, moans emanating from deep in her throat. She writhed on the floor under him, kicking her legs, but Kip held steady, hurting her wrists, teasing her face. Kip pressed his ass to her breasts and began to slap her face with the length of his penis.
Connie gasped and begged for more, trying each time the whipping cock came in contact with her face to lick it, to taste it, to capture it and pull it into her mouth. But she couldn't. Tears formed in her eyes, tears of frustration more than pain. She wanted to taste it, to suck on it, to feel the load of cum slide down her throat. Her pussy burned between her legs and she wished the candle could be back within her.
Kip released her hands without a word and stood up, directly above her. The girl rubbed her wrists and then took hold of his legs. She couldn't see anything but his long hairy legs and the giant penis towering above her. But she heard his voice.
"Put your hands in your pussy and don't take them out."
Connie reached down and felt herself, opening the lips of her wet cunt. She slid most of her right hand into the vaginal opening and then carefully found her clitoris with the index finger of her left hand.
Kip stood there for a minute until he heard the girl's moans and he knew she was obeying him. He lowered his body again, this time directly over her face, and moved till his anus was directly above her lips. She kissed him there, hard, rubbing him with her tongue. Kip began to masturbate.
Pulling hard at his cock, he moved his body over her face, rubbing his balls over her lips, her cheeks, her neck. Finally he rested his ass on her breasts, lightly, being careful not to hurt her, while he masturbated his swollen cock directly over her face.
Connie's eyes followed each stroke. She rubbed the hard nub of her clitoris as her other fingers twisted and turned deep within her throbbing cunt. She watched the tip of the penis grow purple as Kip's strokes continued above her. Each time he brought his hand to the tip, the little slit opened a bit and finally a large drop appeared at the end. Connie tried to lift her head, to lick the white droplet from the tip of his cock, but Kip grabbed her hair with his left hand and held her to the floor.
Connie watched in agony as the drop thickened and slowly fell from the head of Kip's penis to her waiting lips below. She felt the warm liquid on her lips and she rubbed them together, tasting his cum with her tongue. She wanted more, all of it. She wanted his cock in her mouth. She begged, pleaded, but Kip would not relent. The more she said, the faster he beat on his prick. The more she pleaded, the harder he held her head to the floor.
Suddenly, Kip felt her finger touch his ass. It was wet, hot, having been lubricated deep within her pussy. She probed for a moment and then slid it into him. He screamed in pain and stiffened his entire body. But Connie didn't pull her finger away. Instead, she pushed it even farther into his virgin asshole.
Kip couldn't stand it any longer. The feeling of power overwhelmed him. He was on top of the world and the girl beneath him, the girl begging for his cum, the girl violating his asshole, the girl masturbating herself, was his slave now. She had no choice other than to obey him. He almost stopped breathing as he felt the finger slide up into his anus, the entire finger, tight and hot in the narrow rubbery crevice.
Without warning, he came. It gushed from the tip of his cock, pouring onto the girl's face. Connie had been sure he would slide the huge organ into her mouth when he reached his orgasm, but she had been wrong. Kip wanted her to beg for it as it flowed from his body.
Connie opened her eyes wide to see the first spurt of white cum rush from the boy's cock. It fell to her lips and chin. She could feel the contractions in his asshole as each shot came and she kept her finger stuck deep within him. Then she opened her mouth wide as Kip dropped his prick to her lips.
Kip watched in perverse fascination as his white cum slid down the length of her pink tongue and into her gurgling throat. Finally, it tapered off and stopped. Kip took his hand from his penis and braced himself on the floor. He released Connie's hair from his grip and slid his softening cock into her mouth as the last juice poured from the tip. He felt the girl's finger ease its way from his anus until it violated him no more.
Connie held his buttocks in both hands. Kip stayed in that position, above her, until he stopped panting and his breathing became normal again. His cock softened in the warm mouth. Finally, Kip moved from his position above Connie and fell to the floor, next to her.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you," he said, honestly hoping the girl would not hate him. He liked her and wanted to remain her friend.
"I loved every minute of it," Connie said. She paused a moment, thinking. "I didn't tell you, but I have a steady boyfriend. All he likes to do is fuck. He won't even let me suck him very often, even though I'm good at it. It was fun doing something different."
Kip was glad to hear that.
There was a prolonged silence in the room. Finally, Connie said, "Pssst!"
Kip lifted his head from the floor. "Huh?"
"We'd better get some sleep. I've got work to do in the morning and your mother will be coming home."
"Yeah, let's get to bed," Kip said, getting up. He told Connie to sleep in his bed, and carried her suitcases to the room for her. He wished her pleasant dreams, closed the door, and walked down the hall to his mother's room.
Once nestled in the big soft familiar bed, Kip lay there with his eyes open. Your mother will be coming home. Your mother will be coming home. The words soothed him, lulled him, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.