Chapter 9

"This is really getting to be a drag," said Jon.

"You're telling me," said Ron.

The boys were locked in their room again, punished for their afternoon's mischief. It just didn't seem fair. "Damn it all," said Jon, "she liked it when we were doing it. What made her so pissed off afterwards?"

"I don't know," Ron said miserably. "I don't think I'll ever understand grownups."

"Well, we've gotta get out of here," said Jon. "It's time to meet Patty."

"Do you think we can get away with it?" said Ron. "What if she comes to check on us?"

"We'll use the dummies again," his brother said. "She fell for it last night."

The twins arranged their pillows so that in dim light it looked as if the two boys were curled up asleep. Then Jon tried the window-and cursed. "Sonofabitch," he said, "she's nailed it shut from the outside."

"Boy, she really means business," said Ron. "What'll we do now?"

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," said Jon.

The twins sat on their beds trying to figure a way out of the locked room, but nothing came to them. The window was composed of many small panes, and to get out they'd have to break every one of them, which would mean even worse punishment from their mother. Jon sighed dismally and threw himself down on his back, and then suddenly grinned. "Hey, Ron," he said, "look up there."

Ron looked. In the ceiling, right above their beds, was a trap door to the attic. It was painted the same color as the ceiling, so they hadn't noticed it before. "Far out," said Ron, grinning wickedly.

"After you, sir," said Jon, leaping to his feet.

"Oh, no, sir, after you," said Ron, crouching below the trap door. Jon leaped onto his brother's shoulders, stood up, and pushed the door open. He hoisted himself up into the dark attic, then leaned down and gave Ron a hand. The boys replaced the trap door behind them and found themselves in total darkness.

"Fuck," said Ron, "I can't see a thing."

"Wait," said Jon, "I think I see a little light over there."

The boys crawled over to the thin line of yellow light in the attic floor. Jon peered into it and snickered. "Take a look at this," he said.

Ron looked, and saw that the light came from a crack in the ceiling of Trudy's bedroom. The boys had an excellent view of Trudy undressing. Looking straight down on her, all they could see was her chestnut hair and her enormous boobs, but the twins considered this an excellent view. They watched, muffling their giggles, till she had put on her nightgown and crawled into bed with a book. "Show's over," said Jon.

"Yeah," Ron said wistfully, "but I'd sure like to make it with her again. Man, her cunt was hot."

"We'd better not risk it," said Jon. "She's really angry at us. Let's go see Patty instead."

"I guess so," said Ron, "but how do we get out of this fuckin'attic?"

"I think I know a way," said Jon. "Follow me."

The boys crawled to. one end of the attic and found a small window, so dusty that no light came in. It was hard getting it unstuck, but at last they managed it and crawled out onto the roof. From there it was an easy matter to shimmy down the drainpipe. The boys sprinted across the lawn to Patty's back yard and hurried to the playhouse. Patty was already there, lying on the sleeping mat and looking bored.

"Well, shit," she said impatiently, "what took you so long? I've been waiting for HOURS. Well, at least half an hour. Where've you been?"

"Aw, we got grounded again," said Ron. "Our mother locked us in our room, even nailed the window shut. It took some doing to find a way out."

"Golly, she's really hard on you," said Patty. "What did you do to piss her off this time?"

The twins exchanged a quick look. "We forgot to take out the garbage," said Jon.

"That's nothing," said Patty. "I think she's too strict. But, then, so's my Dad. He thinks I'm locked in my room, too. I guess he didn't realize that girls can crawl out a window as well as boys."

The twins laughed and sat down on either side of Patty. "Hey, let's take our clothes off," said Ron.

"How original," said Patty, yawning.

"Well, what else do you suggest?" said Jon. "A game of checkers?"

"No," said Patty, grinning impishly. "I was hoping we could do something really exciting tonight."

"Like what?" said the twins.

Patty leaped to her feet and stood before the handsome twins. As they watched, she seized the zipper of her jeans, gave it a quick tug, and shucked the garment. "So what's new about that?" said Ron, nevertheless gawking. "You're just taking off your clothes, like I suggested."

"But that's not all," said Patty mischievously. "You just watch and see."

"We're watching, we're watching," Jon said eagerly.

Patty grinned and seized the waistband of her blue bikini panties. Very, very slowly she inched the garment downward over her taut, tan belly, and then the twins could see fragile dark pubic hairs springing into view. Patty tugged her panties lower and lower, unveiling the sweet little black triangle of her newly budding snatch, and finally stepping right out of the flimsy garment. "I thought you guys might like something to eat," she said.

"Good idea," said Jon. "We're starved."

With shrieks of laughter they seized the pretty little teenager and threw her on the bed, where Ron and Jon proceeded to lick and suck her pussy till Patty wailed with delight. This was just for openers, of course. The night was young, there was plenty of time for groovy experiments.

Trudy couldn't shake the feeling that the house was too quiet. It was only nine o'clock, yet she didn't hear a sound from the twins' room. She decided to investigate. It seemed impossible that the boys could have snuck out, not since she'd nailed the window shut, but she wouldn't have put anything past those two devils. She walked down the hall and opened their door very quietly. The lights were out, the boys seemed to be asleep. Trudy tiptoed over to the nearest bed and peered down at the lump under the covers. She touched it and exclaimed, "DAMN." It was the old pillow dummy trick. But how in God's name had the boys gotten out of the room?

Trudy turned on the light and looked around, but she would never have seen their escape route, had the twins not neglected to close the trap door all the way. Trudy glimpsed a crack of black in the white ceiling, and then she knew.

"Oh, dear, more trouble," said Trudy, sighing. There was no telling where the twins had gotten to or what kind of mischief they'd devise at this time of night. Nevertheless she had to start looking for them. It was her responsibility, now that she'd taken over her duties as their mother. She thought of the trouble they'd caused at the neighbors' and shuddered. Perhaps they'd gone back there, to Henry Chase's house, seeking his daughter Patty. Trudy didn't stop to debate about it. She left the house at once, wearing only her nightgown. If the boys were next door, it was important to stop them before they got into serious trouble with the girl.

Henry Chase was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper when the doorbell rang. He wondered who it could be at that time of night. He was pleasantly surprised to find his attractive neighbor, Trudy Worth, standing on the porch, and even more pleasantly surprised to note that she was wearing only a clinging blue sleeveless nightgown that accentuated her voluptuous curves and showed the entire plump cleavage of her big breasts.

"Well, hello," he said, grinning broadly.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Chase," Trudy said nervously, "but the twins have snuck out of their room-they were supposed to be grounded-and I'm just terribly afraid they've come over here looking for Patty. Have you seen them?"

Henry wasn't paying much attention to her words; his whole concentration was focused on the huge pale swell of her mammoth tits beneath the flimsy gown. "Nope," he said. "I haven't seen them, Mrs. Worth. And they couldn't be with Patty, because she's grounded, too. So-" He stopped suddenly, as an awful thought came to him. "Oh, my gosh. Just because she's grounded doesn't mean she'll obey. I'd better check. Please come in and wait, while I run upstairs."

Henry Chase thundered up the stairs, fished in his pocket for the key to his daughter's room, and flung open the door. Patty was so sure he wouldn't come checking on her that she hadn't even set up a dummy in her bed. The window was open, the curtain blowing gently in the breeze. Henry paled and ran downstairs.

"You're right," he said. "I'm sure of it. She's sneaked out, probably to be with the twins. The question is, where the hell could they have gone? "

"I have no idea," Trudy said worriedly. "I'm new to the neighborhood. Is there a place around here where kids hang out?"

Chase shook his silver head. "I think we'd better check the back yard," he said grimly. "That's where I caught them last time."

"Very well," said Trudy. "Let's get on with it."

Jon had licked Patty's sweet little twat till his face was sticky with her pussy juices, and then his brother took over. Ron found the girl's scarlet slit already puffed and hot and very wet. He spread her slim thighs farther apart, dipped his head into her crotch, and proceeded to lick and tongue her from stem to stern, from the tiny quivering red bud of her clit to the wrinkled brown mouth of her asshole. Patty shivered and moaned with pleasure, and Ron got many a faceful of her fragrant pussy juices as he worked. Jon sat close by, grinning, full of gleeful anticipation. Ol' Patty was really getting hot. It shouldn't be long before she begged the boys to ball her. Her small naked body was flushed with arousal, her eyes wide and bright with lust, and it was easy to see that she enjoyed every tickle and probe of Ron's busy tongue in her sensitive, soaked pussy.

"Oooooo," she wailed, "it feels so good. I just love it. Yes, yes, lick all around my asshole again. That's the best of all."

Ron obeyed, wriggling the tip of his tongue into the tightly clenched mouth of her pungent rectum, and Patty shrieked with delight. Jon was getting a little impatient, however. His young cock stood up rigid and swollen, pointing at the low ceiling of the playhouse and dribbling thick juices. His small rosy balls were puffed up tightly with cum, almost painfully full. He was ready for action.

"Hey, Patty," he said eagerly, "let's ball now, okay?"

Patty cast him a dazed look. "So soon?" she said. "The fun's just starting. I wanta play with you guys, too. We've got all night."

"Play with us?" Jon said impatiently. "Whaddya mean?"

"Move closer," Patty said breathlessly. "That's right. I'll show you."

While Ron still sucked and licked noisily between her out-flung legs, Patty twisted her head to the side and kissed the red-hot shaft of Jon's rigid little dick. He wasn't much impressed by that, but his attention picked up rapidly as she began to run her hot wet tonguetip rapidly up and down his tender stalk, from the lightly furred base to the drooling tip. It felt damned good having her lick the whole length of his cock. "Hey, Patty," he said hoarsely, "where'd you learn about that?"

"I heard some of the older girls talking at school," she said. "They called it cocksucking. Am I doing it right?"

Jon had no idea, since his experience with cocksucking was very limited. He only knew it felt great. However he wanted to sound authoritative. "This is real nice, Patty," he said, sighing loudly as the pretty teenager went back to licking his hot dick, "but there's another way to do it, too. We were spying on our mother and that real estate guy, another time, and we saw her take his cock in her mouth and suck on it. Didn't we, Ron?"

Ron briefly raised his cream-slick face from Patty's steamy crotch. "Right," he said. "She took his whole cock in her mouth. I can't figure how she did it, but he sure looked like he was having fun."

Patty frowned. She felt a certain jealousy of Trudy Worth, the twins' voluptuous mother, and she wanted to outdo Trudy in everything. "Oh, I can do THAT," she said haughtily, even though she'd never blown a man before. Whatever Trudy did, Patty intended to do it better. Determinedly she seized the dribbling slick head of Jon's stiff poker between her lips and slowly sucked it into her mouth. It tasted salty but not unpleasant. The fat silky lump filled her small mouth, and she wondered how on earth Trudy could have taken in that huge dong of Buck Stevens'. She began to suck his cock, strongly and rhythmically, and found that she liked doing it.

Jon liked it, too, very much. "Oh, wow," he said.

"that sure feels great, Patty. Keep doing it, please." His face reddened with excitement, and he closed his eyes, the better to concentrate on the wonderful sensations he felt with his achingly horny little dick in the slick, sucking heat of her small mouth.

Ron looked up from his pussy-eating and frowned. It wasn't fair, he felt, for Jon to get blown while Patty did nothing for him. Then he brightened as an idea came to him. Patty's mouth might be busy, but her cunt wasn't occupied. His half-grown penis was painfully hard by now, leaking its juices steadily, and he shivered with excitement as he thought of plunging it into her steamy tight little boycock nest. He got up on his knees, seized his dribbling little dick, and poked it into the shadowy slick valley of her cuntal mouth. Her legs were spread so wide, it wasn't hard to find the mark this time.

"UUUMMM," gurgled Patty as he pushed his slick dick into her. She looked at him and winked, but she couldn't say anything because her mouth was stuffed with his brother's cock. Jon didn't seem to mind what Ron was doing. He was happy being blown, and he only grinned at his brother. Ron grinned back, then began to work his stiff pale fuck meat slowly, deeply, in Patty's hair-fringed wet little boycock hole. It was a kick, kneeling there and watching the action of his own cock as it worked in and out of her fluttering cunt. With each thrust it gleamed brighter with her pussy juices, and soon it was rosy with friction. Her small vagina wasn't nearly as hot and wet as Trudy's, but it was a helluva lot tighter, much better suited to a boy's immature prick. Ron sighed deeply, blissfully, as he worked his cock in her, picking up speed and force as his excitement grew.

"MMMMMM," said Patty, her voice muffled by a fat mouthful of cock. Her eyes were bright, and her pussy clenched and creamed furiously around Ron's wriggling cock. In her excitement, she sucked harder and harder on Jon's drooling little prick, making him squeal with pleasure. Thus the three young people formed a chain, all connected by cocks, one in Patty's boiling little vagina and one in her greedily sucking mouth. They worked well together, pumping and sawing in perfect rhythm, working each other steadily toward a communal cum. They didn't talk any more. The only noises were their sighs and moans and gurglings, and the gentle slurping sounds as Ron's fat hard cock probed Patty's creamy fuck hole and her saliva-filled mouth sucked hard and fast on Jon's slippery little prick.

"Oh, wow," Jon said at last, "if Trudy could see us now."

"Yeah," said Ron, giggling, "she'd really crap herself."

"She thinks we're too young for sex," said Jon.

Patty couldn't talk, her mouth being fully stuffed by his swiftly poking cock, but she managed to cut a loud little fart to show what she thought of Trudy's opinions. The boys laughed.

"Poor old Trudy," said Ron, fucking Patty faster and faster, "she'd probably have a heart attack if she walked in right now."

Trudy and Henry explored the back yard of the Chase's house with a flashlight but found nothing. "Damn," he said, "I can't imagine where they've gone. I'm really getting worried."

"What's that over there?" said Trudy. "That little house."

"Oh, that's a playhouse I built for Patty, a long time ago," he said. "She never goes there any more."

He and Trudy exchanged a look, then headed straight for the playhouse. Henry switched off the flashlight so their coming wouldn't be detected, and in the darkness Trudy stumbled over a croquet wicket and fell heavily against him. He caught her just in time to keep her from going down, and his blood boiled with excitement as his hands touched the huge hot cushiony globes of her breasts. Sometime, he thought, someday, I must get to know her better. Trudy blushed and moved away from him, and they tiptoed on toward the playhouse. When they were a couple of yards away, they began to hear the noises-panting, sighing, gasping, moaning, and a strange slurping sound.

"Oh, my God," said Henry under his breath.

He wrenched open the door of the playhouse, and he and Trudy rushed inside. They both stopped still and went pale with shock. They'd been sure the kids were up to some mischief, but they'd never dreamed it could be anything so adult and exotic. On the little sleeping pallet Patty lay on her back between the Worth twins, flushed and panting and very, very horny. She and the boys were stark naked, and she was sucking crazily, hungrily on Jon's erect pale cock while the handsome boy grinned blissfully.

Between her out-flung legs knelt Ron, his small ass flying as he humped her for all he was worth, his milk-white young cock zipping noisily in and out of her tiny cuntal mouth. As the startled adults watched in horror and disbelief, the kids began to cum.

"Aw, shit, I'm gonna shhhooot," yelped Jon, his face reddening. His hips jerked violently, and they saw Patty starting to swallow the sizzling load of his cum as he shot it into her throat. Just then Ron wailed in ecstasy, and his pelvis jerked and slammed furiously against Patty's steamy twat, his balls flexing and contracting while he shot out load after load of hot boy cum into her womb. Patty's small body writhed and humped in spasms of cumming, and as Jon's limp dick at last slipped from her mouth, she crooned, "Oh, ohhh, yes, YES, fuck me, keep fucking me, I'm CUMMING."

The kids were so absorbed in their wild pleasure that they hadn't even heard the grownups enter the playhouse. The communal climax went on for some time, while Trudy and Henry watched, too stunned to say anything. At last Ron rolled off Patty, his limp little cock flopping wetly onto his belly, and Patty sighed deeply, contentedly, while rivers of boy-cream flowed gently from her tiny vaginal hole. The kids panted and caught their breath. Only then did they notice that they had company.

"Oh, Jesus," said Ron.

"Holy shit," said Jon.

"Daddy," said Patty in surprise. "Mrs. Worth. What are YOU doing here?"

"Never mind that, young lady," said Henry, finding his voice at last. "You just get your ass up to your room and stay there. As far as I'm concerned, you're grounded for good."

"Ron and Jon," Trudy said angrily, "you're to go to your room, too. This is disgusting, terrible. You'll be punished for this, believe me."

The kids knew when it was no good to argue. They got up quietly, put on their clothes, and quickly left the playhouse. As they marched through the Chase's back yard, Jon said under his breath to Patty, "We'll circle back and meet you here. No grownups are gonna tell us what to do."

"Right," said Patty with equal determination. "Besides, I wanta hear what they say."

"That won't be hard" Ron said.

Even at that distance they could hear their parents screaming at each other. "Just what do you propose to do about this, Mrs. Worth?" came Henry's angry voice. "What are you going to do about those two juvenile rapists?"

"Rapists?" Trudy cried furiously. "What about that little whore you have for a daughter?"

The teenagers stopped and grinned at each other. "Let's sneak back," said Ron. "This is gonna be good."