Chapter 7
Janet Foy loved her home. They had been so lucky, she and Bob. Ten years ago, they had seen this three-acre piece, off the beaten track, and loved it. It was part of an old farm and still had an ancient carriage house among the oaks and sycamores. And ten years ago it had been cheap. A thousand dollars an acre. And building had been cheap, too, so they had been able to build an unpretentious two-story home on it for a total that matched Bob's moderate salary as a State employee, a psychological social worker.
She thought of it this morning only because she was counting her blessings. Her swollen and tender cunt lips gave her cause to rejoice every time she walked from the kitchen to the sun room.
"What a fucking!" she murmured, grimacing with pain and joy as a surge of heat roved wickedly through her body, from throat to tit to crotch, finishing with a little dab of concealed fireworks away up her cunt.
Or maybe in her ass-hole. She had learned last night how close these two magic areas were in their kinship of fucking delight.
Now that Bob was working for himself, everyone assumed he was getting rich, and that the house in Rancho Rico proved it. This was a real laugh when you knew how it had happened. The big lot with its scores of ancient trees had only cost three thousand. Imagine it! Janet hugged her breasts, happy for their warmth and tingle. It was so wonderful to have such a sweet home. And so private! They were nearly a quarter-mile back from the blacktop road. And no one had built on the adjoining lots.
It was nice to walk about like this, on a warm day, in nothing but a pair of bikini-style underpants. How good the sun felt on the curving upper slopes of her breasts. And the soft convexity of her belly.
"By God, I'm so hot I could jerk off!" Janet laughed. "Bob was so right! Swapping makes sex better! But how long can this keep up?" She felt of her crotch. The vee at the bottom of the panties was dripping, almost. That's why she had worn them. Visions of cocks flashed through her head, as they had all morning. Bob's and Sonny's. Yes, and a few from the past, too.
She sat down in a hammock stretched between two ancient eucalyptus trees, groaning at the inner fires which licked unmercifully on the itchy walls of her cunt. "I could cum just by pressing my thighs together," she said. The thought made her laugh.
"That's not what I want," she said firmly. "What I want is a big cock or a slick tongue. Or both!" She giggled. She got up and waddled into the house, keeping her thighs apart, because she really didn't want to fall on her back patio in the throes of a cum. "I'd rather turn the spray on it and have a big water-cum," she said fervently.
Once she was inside and had a beer she felt better. The cool vinyl seat of the kitchen chair soothed her pouting cunt lips and chilled some of the leaky heat.
But it wasn't enough and she finally acknowledged it by walking slowly upstairs and calling Benson's Appliances.
"This is Mrs. Foy," she said to the answering voice. "I called yesterday and Mister Benson came out. Would you tell him that the same thing is wrong with the TV set? Yes, that's it exactly. Just tell him I said it's the same thing as yesterday."
She lay back on her bed and hugged her sides in laughter that was close to hysterical. "That ought to tell him what he's in for," she gasped, drying tears of laughter.
She felt more in control, now that she was certain of a big, hard cock being stuck in her belly before too long. She even considered getting dressed. Maybe Sonny would like the pleasure of undressing her. Might be a good idea to wash her pussy, at least on the surface, among the thick and tender inner lips. Must be fairly ripe down there, wet as she'd been all morning. And in this hot weather.
She was thinking about this, pleasantly visioning the big redhead and his smile as he looked into the set and found nothing wrong. Sure, she understood that she'd have to pay him, just as Irene paid Bob when she went to his office. But what the hell ? If Irene felt like she did, the blonde woman was already on her way to see Bob.
She was in the bathroom scanning her face to see if she had ravaged it by laughing until she cried when she heard a motor of some kind at the front of the house. Sonny couldn't have gotten there so quickly. Not even by having a two-way radio in his truck. One of those crazy kids on a motorbike, she guessed. And then there were steps on the porch and a high, clear young voice called: "Hello! Anyone here? Miz Foy? Benson Appliances ! "
Janet swore as she snatched up some sort of robe and got her arms in it. Son of a bitch! Of course Sonny wasn't the only service man in the place! Couldn't be! She was trotting down the stairs, not feeling the rub of her cunt lips on each other, but when she got to the bottom of the stairs she stopped short.
There, shading his eyes and looking through the screen, was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. A boy. Not tall and handsome, but just a boy. Pretty much the same age as Adam had been on that fateful afternoon. Her heart seemed to stop and then began to thump in a runaway beat. How old was this marvelous gift? Fourteen? Fifteen? No more, surely.
She held the robe like a butterfly net as she advanced on the door. Her loins were in a turmoil of hot yearning. I could piss right down my leg, Janet thought with grim humor. Oh, God, let me play this right! Don't let him get away! God, please let me have him and his little boy cock!
A second is enough to recall and understand a great deal. Irene had mentioned a kid. "Too old to need a baby sitter, too young to stay alone all night." Had she said it was a boy? She, Janet, had been up the wall with lust, with the remnants of Sonny's jism in her cunt, with Irene's pussy juice smearing her cheeks and reeking in her nostrils. But now she knew. This was the child Irene had mentioned. His mother's coloring, his father's features. And a smile that reflected the best of both.
Mechanically she opened the door, holding the closure of her robe. Her breasts felt flushed with sudden heat and there was a warm little freshet of warm leakage trickling down her thigh. When she had taken off the sodden panties, she had thought Sonny would be here soon.
She was able to smile at the boy. "I'm Mrs. Foy," she said. "You must be young Mister Benson."
The boy smiled unaffectedly. "Yes'm," he replied. "My name's Roy. I sure hope I can do whatever you need done."
Janet suddenly felt like laughing. "I'll bet you can, Roy," she said. "Just follow me."
For the past minute or two, looking at the boy and sailing backward to her girlhood. She had faced all manner of doubts as to what to do. And then some inspiration had come to her. Adam had never fucked her again, if he had ever fucked her, which he denied. But he admitted to her, before their parents had sent him off to some special school for super-talented boys, that he had wanted to.
He had been such a mature kid for his age. Solemn. Understanding. And honest, too.
"I wish I had, sis," he had said. "I sure wanted to! God, just to look at you, at your, uh..." and he had stammered and flushed.
"My cunt," Janet had prompted him, and he had looked very angry.
"That's not nice!" he had said, and she had thought: you prissy little liar, for now she was certain he actually had stuck his cock into her.
He had tried to explain all the boys, to exonerate them.
"All boys my age don't think of anything except sex," he had said. "Whenever we see a girl, we don't just see a person with a dress on. We see a little pussy, with a naked girl carrying it between her legs, and we don't even see the dress."
And he had sworn to her that every boy he knew or had ever heard of felt the same way. "They don't all admit it," he said with some heat, "but-well, you remember what we were doing that day?" Again he blushed. "Every boy does that."
"Jerking off," the young Janet had answered, and Adam had solemnly nodded.
"And thinking about girls when you do it?" the young girl had prompted him. But he had denied it.
"Naw," he said sharply. "Not some fool girl. Women. With big titties and lot of hair on their whatchacallems."
"Oh, shut up, Adam!" the pubescent Janet had jeered. "Say what you mean. You guys dig to think about big old hairy cunts when you jerk off, huh?"
He had answered with deep fervor: "You better believe it!"
Just a second, and she recalled all of this with perfect clarity. And she knew Adam had not lied to her.
She hiked the robe up as she got to the bottom of the stairs. Up to her ass. She heard the boy gasp. She breathed easier.
"It's a hot day," she said. "I like to go naked on hot days. Bare-assed naked. Do you ever see your mother and dad without clothes on?"
She let the robe go, shrugged it off and tossed it on the stairs. The boy was so close that she almost felt his breath on the cheeks of her smooth ass. He could see the cunt syrup trickling down on the inside of her thighs. He could see the smooth play of the powerful muscles in her delicious ass. He could see the heavy pelt of black hair, pressed into a point by the action of her thighs, hanging down from her cunt.
His cock was straining at the front of his trim, neat walk shorts, and he felt he might faint. But he could no more have stopped or fled than he could have sprouted wings and flown. He had seen his mother's cunt a million times, secretly, and had hated himself for yearning after it. But he loved the very idea of a grown-up lady's cunt.
Cunt!! Cunt! He had said the word a million times and thought of cunts a million times. His teachers, Miss Delbrow, Miss Sally Hayes, Miz Rebecca Fowler, all of 'em. They all had cunts, the sly old hypocrites. Keeping their thighs together. Wearing those damned panty hose to shield their pussies! Heck, that Miz Rebecca Fowler, what a pair of legs she had! He and his two buddies had talked about how her pussy would look. Steve Arrino even swore he could draw a picture of it, just by looking at her real hard. And when Ralphie had asked what he would do with the picture, Steve had licked his lips and said: "Put hot cream on it and eat it!" And then they had all gone into Steve's bathroom and beat themselves off, all chattering at once about how it would be to just plain old own a woman. To have some hold on her so that she had to do what they said. Crazy!
He was blindly following the warmly working ass ahead of him, nearly out of his mind with the sight of the generously formed ass-and-cunt-and-legs. God, he could smell it! This would kill old Steve and Ralphie! At the thought of sharing this with his pals, his breath clogged in his throat.
And when she heard this, Janet Foy could have screamed in triumph and cunt-love.
From the minute she had felt his breath tickling her rump after she had discarded the robe, she felt she had at least some part of the kid. Even if all she could do was play with his frightened little cockie and shoot his boyish jism in her face and on her tits. But now she knew. This kid was going to be with it. He was with it. They would get it on and they would get it off. Her jaws ached with the desire to swallow his young prick and to suck the white and sticky cream out of it. In a light and affected voice, sounding like a young girl, she asked, without looking around, "Have you ever had a girl suck your cock?"
She was aghast at what she was saying. But it must have been right. She heard him stumble and felt his hand clutch at her grown-up and slick-skinned butt. His voice sounded blurred until he swallowed. How could she tell he had to swallow his flood of saliva? Because she had to! Just thinking of the sight and feel and taste of his cock. Of holding that throbbing morsel of man-meat in her tender-loving mouth, a-drip with saliva, the cum of her mouth and cheeks and tongue.
She stopped and turned and he ran blindly into her belly, since he was shorter than she was and a step or two below. He let out a grunt of surprise and she knew he had had his eyes so riveted on the crack of her ass that he was blind.
She held his smooth young face against her naked belly, feeling his panting breath blow in her black tangle of cunt hair. Somehow, it cleared her head.
She took the tool box from his young hand and set it down along the stair rail. She patted the boy's head. "Just a few steps, Roy, dear," she whispered. "Don't worry. Everything's fixed for you. Believe me!"
When she went into the bedroom, holding the boy's narrow shoulders in the curve of her arm, she went and sat on the bed. She had him between her thighs and her heart was pounding, but she was under control.
"Look at me, Roy," she said in an easy tone. "You're as near to being a man as any boy your age. Really you are. You have a right to look. See what I have for you?"
He responded at once. Not with a silly giggle but with a man's poise and a boy's fervor.
"Hot damn!" he said. "I never saw anything like these!"
He handled her titties with care and interest, holding their weight in his cupped hands. "Geez, they're pretty! So warm and smooth! I never knew how they'd feel."
She laughed. "You've never felt a girl up?" she asked. "Come on, Roy, don't lie to me! How old are you?"
"Nearly fifteen," he said. "Couple more months. You're right, Miz Foy, I have squeezed a girl's boobs. Two or three times. But I never saw any of them, except looking down a sweater. Or in a bikini bra."
"Look closer if you want to," Janet said. "We don't have to hurry, you know. I don't, at least.
How long before you have to be back at the store?"
He almost leaped away. He was startled. "Gosh!" he cried, "I better check right now! I had no business coming out on this call!"
He looked so miserable and confused that Janet felt strong measures were necessary. She had his cock out in two seconds and was holding it, licking the tip, feeling her guts churn with lust at the sight of it.
"What the hell do you mean?" she asked, but smilingly.
"Well," Roy said, "I've got three merit badges in electronics. You know what that means?"
She had not paid too much attention to the way he was dressed, but from a dim memory she knew that his olive green shirt and his knee-length shorts were like every Boy Scout illustration she had ever seen. And both sleeves were decorated with colorful badges of many kinds.
"Sure," she answered. "So what?"
"Well," the boy answered, "dad's always saying he'll take me on a call and let me take a shot at fixing a TV set or a dish washer or whatever. So then I saw this call on a phone pad, I jerked the message off and came out here on my Vespa-my motor scooter," he explained. "With my tools."
"So why are you worried?" she asked.
The boy looked at her in misery as she licked lovingly around the jittering tip of his hard young peter. "When dad gets in, he'll ask the girl if there's any calls," he said. "She'll tell him and he'll come out here."
Without letting the boy out from between her warm and-naked thighs, Janet reached for the phone. It was under the bed on a long cord, where she had set it down only minutes ago.
She held the phone to her ear after she had dialed the shop's number, but she kept the boy's organ in those big, cushiony lips, sucking very gently. When an answer came, she let the cock slip from her mouth and grinned up at the boy.
"Hello!" she cried gaily. "This is Mrs. Robert Foy! I owe you an apology, I'm afraid. My set's all right. I just didn't have it plugged in. Isn't that stupid?"
She listened, keeping her smile turned up to Roy, holding his beautiful little prickie and moving the loose skin on it, touching her tongue to the tip now and then.
"Oh, I'm so glad," she said at last. "I wanted to call before Mr. Benson had started out here. It's a long trip. Just tear up the note, won't you ? I'd be so embarrassed to have Mr. Benson know what a silly thing I did. You will? Oh, thank you very much!"
She looked up at the boy, holding her arms around his slim but muscular behind. "So now we don't have to worry at all!" she said. "We've got all afternoon!"
She had planned to undress him but she thought that might make him feel too much like a little boy. "Is it all right if I watch you undress, Roy?" she asked. "Gosh, I'm so excited! You never saw a girl's titties bare? But you felt 'em, you said. How'd they feel?"
He was pulling the Boy Scout shirt off. "Good," he said. "They felt, oh, soft and, I don't know. Kind of warm and firm, too. But not like yours. Wow!" He stood and squeezed one of her generously formed breasts, a far-away look on his face.
She had her hand inside his shorts, holding all she could get to. Cock and balls. What little hair he had! It wasn't much, just a sparse and wiry little handful around the base of his boyishly hard young organ. She had her hand under it, holding his balls lightly in her fingers and her thumb over the rigid column.
There was a deliciously slick area of sweat on either side of his balls. They felt warm and sensitive. Her mouth drooled and she bent quickly to sniff the deeply touching savor of his juvenile crotch. In a surprisingly masculine gesture, he put his hand on her head and pressed her face to his cock. His inexperience aside, some instinct must have turned him on to the promise in those big, dark red lips.
She went down on his hard standing cock so fast and so hard that he let out a startled "Ooof!" as the sensitive head jarred against the back of her throat. He and Ralph and Steve talked a great deal about getting their dickies licked, and just the thought was enough to drive them frantic. But now he was actually feeling it. Actually standing between a grown woman's warm and beautiful thighs, looking down at a gorgeous pair of tits. And watching this lovely woman's cheeks sink in as she sucked so hard on his painfully ecstatic cock. That feeling! It was enough to kill a guy!
She pulled away with so much suction that it sounded like a cork popping out of a bottle. His dickie jerked and vibrated as she turned it loose. She pulled his shorts down and he kicked off his shoes and he was naked except for his socks.
"You asked me if a girl ever, uh, sucked me off," he said, still holding her head. "Did I tell you? None of them ever did. Do schoolgirls-you know what I mean-girls my age do that ? I know some of them do-well-the other thing."
She squeezed him again, pressing her delighted face against his bare young belly. "Oh, Roy, of course they do!" she cried. "Some of 'em. Maybe most of 'em. You have to ask, though. They don't just come right out and ask like I did."
She looked up at him, her smile a deep pool of love and warmth and understanding for a boy to slide into. Centered by her grossly beautiful and inviting lips for him to slide his cock into. "Next time you're feeling a girl's titties, keep on with it," she said. "Get your other hand between her legs. Push along, get to her pussy." She began to rock back and forth. Holding his warm, hard young body was wonderful. Talking to him about sex, instructing him, was better. It made her hot with a deep fire that melted without burning her. The sheets under her ass was getting sticky and slick with her flow of cum juice.
The boy, too, was getting hotter. He began to pump back and forth, loving the feel of his cock rubbing on her neck and cheek, under the softly padded jawbone. I could cum right now and shoot it in her ear, he thought, grinning in privacy above her head. The intensity of cum glow in his penis was far beyond what he usually felt. How he kept from cumming, he couldn't have said. But it was probably the expectation of a treat far greater than mere ejaculation.
He had to move suddenly to keep from losing his balance, since she was holding him so tightly. One of his muscular legs went across her thigh so that she had to lean and turn her face to stay close to the jerking red head of his cock.
The beauty of it was a pain in her heart. The carnal smell, the devastatingly sensuous feel of the hairless ball sac in her hand, made her head light with lust. She gave one final suck on his sweet young prick and rolled away onto her back, holding out her arms to him.
He got on the bed promptly, his shyness and anxiety apparently gone. He was up on his knees, looking down at all of Janet's sex treats, his heart swelling along with his cock, and his mouth dry with excitement.
When he hesitated, Janet cried "Come on down!" and pulled at his cock, drawing it toward her head, throwing him off balance so that he fell beside her. She looked at him seriously.
"I'm going to suck you off," she said. "A real blow job. I'm going to suck you until your big old boy nuts explode all that sweet jism into my mouth, and I'm going to eat every last drop of it. Okay? Then lie still."
She went over him quickly with her big lips open like a huge azalea of purple-red hue. She left wet trails of spit down his flat belly, kissed down between his legs, and sucked once on his ass-hole. She grinned as he leaped from the surprise of having his virgin anus sucked.
She pulled her head back and whispered to him, "feel free to play with anything you see. You want to see what a pussy feels like inside? Stick a finger in me. Wiggle it around. Or you can squeeze my titties. Did you ever want to suck on a girl's boobs?" The kid grinned and nodded, and she said, "Then suck mine. If you feel like it."
Without realizing it, she had been hanging onto his hard young cock, jerking it in a slow rhythm. She was lusting in every bone in her body and in every nerve. If she could have spread her cunt lips and looked at them in a good light, she would have seen that the entire interior was blood red. Deep, dark magenta, caused by the rise of blood pressure in the surface veins in her cunt.
Thus, when the youthful Roy suddenly jammed two fingers deep into her, she stiffened and had to bite her lips to keep from screaming. "Baby," she gasped, clutching at his wrist with her free hand, "I may start to cum any second now. When I do, I may yell and scream a little. Just from pleasure, you understand? Oh, God, that feels so hot when you fuck your fingers into me! Do you want to cum?"
He grinned nervously, skinning his gums back from his white teeth. "It's tough to hold it back," he admitted. "It almost hit me a minute ago. It's all so hot. Everything!"
He was almost sobbing from the strain, and his young balls were drawn tightly against his cock. From where she was, Janet could see the full length of it. Not just the part that stops at the belly. But all of that strong portion which can only be seen from below, where you realize that the balls actually hang somewhere near the middle of the pole.
Close to bursting with pent-up cum fire, Janet briefly swallowed the two beautiful young balls, then released them and clamped her lips on that rear portion of fuck stick that went back nearly to the boy's ass-hole. Sha felt a throb in it and let it go quickly, then moved around till the two of them were pressed belly to belly, but with their heads reversed.
She had to clear her throat to speak. She knew her cunt was probably wide open from heat and desire and that young Roy was looking at it. "Roy," she said in a choked voice, "I'm going to suck you real gently until you start to cum. I'll keep on sucking until I think you're through. Is there anything you want to do? Do you want to have your hands down on my titties? Do you want to stick your fingers into my cunt?"
His voice was also hoarse. It made her feel better.
"I don't know," he said. "I know I'm about to shoot it. But your cunt looks so beautiful. Can I open it up with my fingers and look inside while you suck me? Ohh!" he cried, "I can't hold it much longer!"
He fucked his loins forward, his rigid prick stabbing blindly along Janet's thick lips, and she shouted, "All right, Roy! Go ahead!" She opened her mouth to let his tool into her. She felt a fantastic sensation in her crotch and didn't know for sure what was happening and didn't care. It was marvelous and it had released the floodgates of her own cumming.
She could feel the deep, sweet waves of orgasm rising and falling inside her, then seeming to center in her clit, only to roll and sweep throughout her entire cunt.
At the same time, she concentrated on sucking the boy's prick easily and expertly, pressing her strong tongue along the tender areas of his shaft, just below the red head.
It was heavenly to divorce herself bodily from the shackles of time, to float in a cloud of fuck feeling. To suck this boy and to feel his thick, sweet sperm flow out of his tubes with such force that his jets choked her.
She wrapped her tongue around his throbbing organ and let her own peaks of orgasmic joy blend with the rhythm of his shots. God, he had as much juice in his balls as any man! But more delicate, tasty in a fresher way. Gourmet sucking!
His cock grew, drew back, and throbbed. Each time it throbbed there was a hard, hot shot of richly flavored jism to revel in. To taste with tongue and the walls of her throat. To enjoy as its slickness and flavor spread throughout her mouth. And then to swallow it, milking his sensitive cock with her strong throat muscles.
He knew he could stand it because he was standing it. And it was incredibly more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. He had not been entirely truthful with Janet. He had done more than simply pull a few juvenile titties in the back seats of parked cars or in the dark halls of school after hours. Two or three times, some hot and obliging young chickie had pulled his cock out of his pants and given him a hand job, grunting in surprise and passion as the pearly semen shot out and onto her clothing.
Twice he had actually and literally fucked, getting his hard dick into the softly streaming slot of a girl barely seen in the dark of a parking lot. Wonderful, of course. Just to get your nuts off with a girl's help was wonderful. And to hold young cunt lips apart and guide your cock into a slick closeness was adventure, something to cherish.
But he had his entire face buried in this marvelous cunt, so big and hairy and full of juice. Was she cumming like he did? He thought not. She wasn't shooting it, it just flowed out into his eager mouth. What to do? He didn't know for sure where to lick or suck. So he simply rubbed his face in it.
And all the time there was that warm, sucking feeling over his cock, the feeling that every drop of his jism was being saved. At home, he had to aim it when he jerked off. It would have embarrassed him for his mother to find dried fuck juice on the carpet or the walls. Or especially in his bed. But no worries here. That wonderful sweet mouth of Mrs. Foy was sucking him like a lollipop, and every drop was going into her belly to make her strong and make her want to fuck.
There was a tremor going all through the strong body of the woman. There was a gurgling noise coming from around his tool, and her hands were strong on his rump. She was fucking her cunt right at his face. He looked at the deep red folds of slickness that came together to make the entrance to the hole where he had fucked his fingers into her. These folds were moving! Going in and out, gently. like a little mouth that is hungry. And it was pumping out more of that clear, warm liquid that tasted so rankly beautiful. Pussy juice! He had heard of it.
And it must have been really stirred up in the hidden depths of her cunt. It came in dribbles, and it was filled with tiny bubbles. God! It made him hot all over again!
On an impulse, he pressed his mouth down on that moving ring of slick muscle. There was a deep well of woman-juice in this healthy body. Some deeply buried instinct of the primordial male urged him to suck it, to drink of that well of life. There was an immediate, wild response.
With a strength he could not control, the soft muscled legs closed on his head. The woman's body began to hump and writhe, and even with his ears clamped shut he could hear screams so wild that he tensed in fright for fear that some neighbor might rush in. But he kept sucking. Better, he also made a hard point of his tongue and jabbed it into the hole.
The feel of thick and hairy cunt lips on his chin and cheeks was a fantastic experience. He had his arms around the smooth thighs, now as anxious to keep his mouth in the woman's streaming cunt as he was to have it. I'm eating pussy, he thought proudly. He let himself go in a wild enjoyment of texture, sight, taste and flavor, feeling his cock start to throb again with a new hard-on.