Chapter 3
Randy Dexter kicked at a small rock lying in the steep path down the vine and tree-covered slope. She could hear her sister breathing hard behind her.
"What's down here?" the little girl said, unable to make out where they were headed since the tree branches obstructed her view.
Ahead of them lay a grassy valley surrounded by a deep ravine on three sides.
The only other access to it was by the route the two little girls were now entering from.
"Looks like a picnic spot," the blonde older sister said, pointing to a little fountain under a tree.
"I don't see anybody picnicking," the other girl said, skidding to the bottom of the hill on the soles of her sandals. "Well," the girl said, trying to sound logical to her sister, "it's a week day, maybe that's how come."
"Yeah," the bouncy little black-haired girl shot back, "but it's summer. How come there are no kids here?"
"They had to stay home today," Randy said, "it's housecleaning day."
She was trying to sound logical to her sister. Logical and unafraid. It was after all, pretty deserted. No tennis courts or swings, like there had been on the upper part of the park area. No laughing bunches of kids and pets and parents like there was up there, too. No, it was real quiet down here and isolated. Randy made up her mind to enjoy the peace of it for the rest of their two hours away from their parents.
The two girls busied themselves gathering rocks and throwing them down into the ravine. They found a steep inclined path leading down still further to the very bottom of it.
"This place echoes," Lisa said out loud, up to the tree tops. "I can hear my voice bound back, can't you?"
"Sure can," Randy said, listening for any other signs of life.
A squirrel darted out from the base of a tree and stared at them to see if they had anything of interest on them.
"Shit," Randy said, plopping herself down on a hollow log. "Why didn't Mom and Dad give us a little money, we could have gone to the movies. This place is a drag."
"Yeah," Lisa said, her voice echoing through the ravine, "this place is like a school playground. They tell you to go out there and play, but there's nothing to play with."
"I bet you wish Johnny Evans was here right now," Randy said, nudging her sister who stood next to her with one foot thrown up on the log.
"Maybe," Lisa said back snappily. "Maybe I do."
"What do you and Johnny Evans do on the playground, behind the band shell," Randy said, teasing her younger sister.
Actually, she wished she had a boyfriend, like her sister did. She and her adorable Bruce had broken up two years ago, when she was thirteen. And Lisa had been going steady with Johnny since she was eleven. Christ, three years. They were like an old married couple already.
The girls had definitely inherited their mother's early maturity. They had discovered boys when they were pretty young. Like nine. In truth, Lisa was eight, but she lied about her age.
It was on a rainy afternoon and the two of them were left alone. Their parents had gone for the day, a quiet little trip to the country. They would be gone till late at night and had hired a babysitter for the day. A responsible eighteen year old girl across the alley named Meg Saunders.
She was conscientious, which had nothing to do with the fact that she came down with the flu less than an hour before she had to go to the Dexter household. In her place, they sent Lloyd Saunders, her brother. Seventeen years old and a track and field athlete. The pride of the Waverly High Wonders. Especially every spring.
Lloyd had a pretty good idea of how girls worked, having had to share a bathroom with his sisters all his life.
But, he had never actually humped one. He had practically worn out the deck of nudie girl playing cards his father kept in the back of his underwear drawer. And he had once spied on his older sister while she finger fucked herself in the back of his family's Chevy on the way back from summer vacation last year. She thought he was asleep.
Other than that, his sex education had lacked quite a lot. Mrs. Saunders was one of those small town mothers who didn't believe in scandalizing her son by telling him about the facts of life. Besides, she was a little shaky on the information herself.
"Ask your father, dear," she would say when he came running to her with some outrageous bit of mythology he had picked up from the boys' room at Waverly Junior High.
"Ask your mother," the gruff sourpuss father would say when he pulled up his footstool and sat at the knee of his leatherette armchair waiting for enlightenment. "She knows more about those things than I do."
By the time he was fourteen, he pretty much gave up on his parents and stuck to listening to the stories in the boys' room. They told him girls had pussies, they had tits. All girls did, except Chinese girls. They had slits in their pussies that slanted sideways. Also, that girls didn't play football because it made their tits hurt. That's why they had slumber parties instead.
The usual boys' room claptrap. He bought some of it, like most boys, but saved his curiosity for other places, like the potato cellar of the family basement, where he and his father's playing cards could be alone together.
He went steady with that deck for over a year. But, there was track and field. When that came along, he stopped thinking about sex, at least until the big meet.
But that was over now. That was all over the day he changed his T-shirt and headed for the Dexter house. The day his sister caught the flu.
"Don't forget," Mrs. Saunders said, in one of her rare moments of helpfulness, as she came running out of the house after him waving a little slip of paper, "here, here's our number.. . I wrote it down on a little slip of paper so you wouldn't forget it."
"Mom," Lloyd said back to the breathless woman, "I know our number. I know it by heart."
"Oh," the woman said, scratching her head. "Well, be sure you get the Dexters to write down their number. You're going to be a baby sitter, you gotta have their number. Case there's trouble."
"It's okay, Mom," he said, scratching his stomach and shaking his head at the same time, "their number is written on the telephone."
"Oh, yeah," the beleaguered tipsy woman said back. She paddled back into the house, shuffling her floppy slippers all the way up the steps.
"Well, if you need anything, call," she said, turning her body and her attention into the house.
Lloyd gathered what was left of his wits about him and headed across the alley. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad afternoon, after all. The Dexter girls were cute little things. He could probably read to them or just sit and watch TV while they played with their dolls. Maybe he'd even allow them to stay up late and put a puzzle together on the dining room table. Of course, he would have to do most of the work, they were too little to have much manual dexterity.
He opened the back door just as the Dexters were coming out.
"Oh, Lloyd," Paula Dexter said to him as she breezed out of the house, "we're so glad you could stay for your sister. We really didn't want to cancel our plan to go out today, even though it is raining."
"Here's the number where we'll be," Mr. Dexter said to him in a manly, confidential voice, "don't let our little girls get the better of you now. If you need us for any reason at all, don't hesitate to call."
Nice people the Dexters. Especially that Paula. She was only five years older than he was. A very hot little number.
He had heard all about the scandal of Kingman High. How those two had gotten into so much trouble all because Paula was an under-age girl and hot to trot way before her time. And how Mr. Dexter had been taken in by her. The other stories were that he liked young girls and seduced her. Well, the final chapter of that story was yet to be written.
Maybe he would write it. Yeah, he would take Paula Dexter away from her husband and scandalize the town all over again. He used to fantasize about that while taking showers in the basement of his house. The family had a high water bill that year.
"Hi, Lloyd," Lisa Dexter said, dragging her teddy bear into the kitchen. She dragged her teddy bear everywhere. And he looked it.
"Hi there, Lisa," the eager beaver babysitter said back.
"What's happening at Waverly Junior High this year?" she said, yawning and sitting down at the kitchen table. "You gonna be at the track meets next spring?"
"Sure am. Been putting in a lot of time at the hurdles. Doing real good, too. Your Dad was out to the track the other day. He saw me.
Lisa would be going to Waverly Junior High in another four years. She was so looking forward to it. Grade school was a real drag.
But then, she was a little scared of junior high, too. That's where her mom had gotten into so much trouble. That's where she'd gotten Randy.
She eyed the developing bulges under Lloyd's T-shirt. The boy was getting a good-looking physique on him, no doubt about it. It made her eager little mouth water just watching him play with the salt shaker.
"Where's Randy?" he said, glancing around the kitchen for the refrigerator. He hoped the Dexters would have something good in their ice box.
"Watching TV," the girl blinked, staring back at him.
Lloyd looked hard at the long black tresses that cascaded down her head. They were thick and swirling. She was a cute little kid, all right. Probably still slept with a night light.
"You ever fool around?" she said, looking right into his shocked eyes.
"What do you.. . " he cleared his throat as he felt his voice climb back up the high registers he thought he had left behind him two summers ago when his voice changed.
"I mean sex."
The little girl was walking her teddy bear across the kitchen table by moving one of his ragged feet ahead of the other.
"Well, I . . . "
Lloyd had a hard time answering. For one thing, she scared him. And for another, he had never had sex with anyone in his life. And he was about the last guy in his class to, as far as he knew. If the stories the other guys told could be believed.
"I lied," Lisa said, yanking her teddy bear off the table and putting her hands on her hips.
For the first time, Lloyd noticed two pert little bulges on either side of her chest underneath her white midriff blouse. And the little slut wasn't even wearing a bra.
"About what?" Lloyd said, wondering if he shouldn't maybe go ahead and use the phone number the Dexters had written down for him. What the hell, they wouldn't even be at their destination yet.
"About Randy," the little girl said, tossing her floppy curls back and looking at him slyly. "She's not watching TV, she's jerking off. Wanna see?"
Lloyd had caught a similar show the day his sister did it in the backseat of the family car. This might prove additionally enlightening. He didn't know girls as young as Randy masturbated. And he didn't know girls as young as Lisa even knew about it. Also, he didn't know he could get so hot under the collar just thinking it.
Of course he wanted to see. Only how would he explain if Randy caught him?
"She's waiting," Lisa said, offering a sly grin, "let's go in."
Llloyd followed the little girl and her teddy bear into the pink-walled bedroom.
Sure enough, there on the bed, legs spread apart and bare pussy exposed to the woodwork, sat little blonde Randy, the most adorable little chick in the neighborhood plugging her pussy with both her fingers.
He watched in amazement as the girl's knowledgeable fingers found their hole. He had never had such a good view of a girl's pussy before. And this one was absolutely gorgeous.
"Hi," Randy said, bringing her juiced up pinkies out of her cunt long enough to hold them out to him, "wanna taste?"
"Uh..... " Lloyd said, looking a little battered. He wasn't sure if it was polite or not, to lick a lady's pussy juice off her fingers, but with a little courage, he intended to find out. "Sure."
He stepped over to the bed where the hot little nymphet lay stretched out like Lady Bountiful on her throne. He saw her little pink opening, the tiny finger like projections of her cunt lips. Chubby, translucent inner lips of her sweet little cunt hole. And her round, pink clit sticking above them, capping the whole affair.
Like a cherry atop an ice cream sundae.
He leaned his head over and sniffed at her fingers. They smelled kind of like sardines, but nice. He stuck his tongue our carefully and glided it over her hand. The juice tasted nothing like it smelled. It was kind of sweet and thick. Like runny honey.
"Wow!" Lloyd managed between licks.
"We wanna see your pee-pee," Lisa said, nudging him to move over on the bed and give her room to sit there, too.
"You do?" Lloyd's voice shot up another register. He didn't think that kind of thing was supposed to happen. His voice wasn't supposed to jerk him around like that.
"We do," the blonde temptress said back to him. "Lisa, grab his zipper."
Sure enough, the mad little horny maidens wrestled him to the floor in a heated battle for his zipper He couldn't believe it was happening. It was like a bizarre dream. And he couldn't believe how little resistance he was putting up.
"Me...." the black-haired child said, pawing her sister's hand as it lay across his metal piece.
"No, me.. . Lisa, now cut it out. I'm older." Yeah, Lloyd thought. One year older. That's better. At least she's ten.
Randy seemed to have won the zipper sweepstakes. By virtue of the fact that she could pull hair harder.
"Owwwwwwww," her sister cried as she yanked her luscious black tresses down far, far, almost pulling her head off.
"Now let me," she said cruelly to her face.
"All right, already," the black-locked vixen said, "it's all yours."
The blonde temptress set to work undoing Lloyd's zipper, but she had had limited experience with these things. And it took her a while. Lloyd's cock grew hot and hard under her craftsmanship. Or lack of it.
"God, why don't you just let me?" he said, after ten minutes.
"Okay, okay," she said, scooting back on her butt and watching as she clutched her sister's forearm.
Lloyd took a big breath and let his zipper down slowly. The way he would have liked to have it done for him, only it wasn't in the cards that afternoon.
"Where is it?" Lisa said after his zipper was disengaged.
"Inside, dummy," Randy said, lying down on her side and propping her head up on her elbow as though she were watching a matinee on TV.
"You sure you can take this?" Lloyd said, wondering if the two might not be in over their heads.
"I'll take it right now," Lisa said, reaching in and grabbing the boy's half hard by the shaft and whipping it out of his jockey shorts.
"All right!" her sister in approval as the hooded serpent made its premiere engagement into the world of women , Her eager response gave him confidence and he hauled his oversize balls out to join his dick stick. "There," he said, feeling pretty proud of himself, "a matched set."
"Hmmmm," Lisa said, already engaged by the way his balls bounced hard against his cock. "That your dick?"
"Who else's would it be, Sod Head?" her sister said, eyeing the delicious semi-hard dong with delight.
"Let's touch it," she said, moving in a little closer.
"Okay," the agreeable little tart said back.
They both moved in closer and got into position. Randy, that sweet blonde honey pot, took a hold of cock knob. Her sister seemed intent on playing with his shaft.
The older of the two girls began moving his prick around by the hardening head, like a gear shift.
The younger girl stroked him a big, as though his cock shaft were a furry animal. Then, she began petting him in earnest. She gripped the circumference of his still-hardening dick with her tiny, pudgy hand, though it did not go all the way around, even in this half-erect state.
But his half-erection was soon a thing of the past as his cock knuckled to the sweet pressure surrounding it. Surrounding it and hovering over its head.
"Oh, shiiiiiiittttt," Lloyd said, rolling his eyes toward the wallpaper and blinking in disbelief.
He had wanted this to happen for so long. Wanted some nice girl to reach out and pet his pent-up, eager young man pride. But it was always too cold out or too near track season or she didn't want to. Christ, it felt good to have two hot cute little girls doing this to him. Touching his dick shaft, tapping his cock crown. And bouncing his balls around under their warm, thick little hands.
"Look at this," Randy said, deep in the throes of discovery, "what's it for?"
She eyed his third eye hotly.
"That's for pissing," the boy said, feeling the heat rise up into his anus.
"It's not gonna piss now, is it?" she said, holding it out a little ways from her face.
"It might if you keep playing with it like that.. . no, I'm only kidding."
He didn't know if he was lying or not. He wasn't sure he cared, either.
Randy felt a little chill race through her as she planted her hand firmly around his growing fuck stick. It felt so smooth and slippery, like the skin of her own bare pussy. But it was so gloriously hard. So stiff and getting stiffer every time she wound her hot little hand around it and pressed in.
"Oooooh," she said, as a few drops of clear pre-cum flooded his cock slit. "Look up here, Lisa."
Lisa didn't want to stop what she was doing long enough to look, but got a good grip on the boy's man shaft and peeked up.
"That's butter," she said, shaking her head knowingly.
"It is not," Randy said, making a screwed up face into her little sister's.
"Yes it is," she said, as though she were a sexual authority who had just written a well-known book on the subject, "I'm telling you the truth."
"How did he get butter in there?" Randy said, "smart aleck?"
Her sister thought a moment as she glided her eager, determined little hand up and down the boy's thickening shaft stick.
"Because I put it there," she said, finally.
"You two chicks are nuts," Lloyd said, trying to control his breath from coming out in heaves and spurts. He had given up trying to control his voice. It sounded like it was changing back.
"You know less about this than I do, don't you?"
"Does this feel like I don't know what I'm doing?" Lisa said, in a naughty singsong voice, one hand thrust onto her hip.
He had to admit that indeed it did feel like she knew what she was doing. Or maybe it was because he had never had a hand job before. Either way, it made him blush with heat and it made his toes curl up with excitement. His cock was beginning to reach the rock hard stage and he wondered how much longer he could take being played with by these two naughty little nymphos.
Lisa fell to rubbing Lloyd's thick schlong between her two little hands as though she were rolling out a dough log to make ice box cookies.
"Zowie!" Lloyd shot up, in a tempestuous moment of heat and excitement.
His cock was beginning to feel like the tip of a cannon. Hot and ready to shoot. He gripped the bedspread with his hands, trying to stave off the inevitable fountain that he knew was welling up inside his balls.
Lisa clutched the boy's rock hard dick and began to pump it with the grease her sister was rubbing onto his shaft from the cock slit. She let her hands slide down all the way to the base and slither up top again, only to have them careen down once more and bounce against his hard base.
He was greased heavily now, from tip to hilt. His whole huge shaft glistening hot and ready in the light of the little pink bedroom.
"Put your fingers up me, Lloyd," Randy ordered moving her cunt lips close to where he was digging them into the bed.
He did so obligingly. The warm wet hole of the little girl's cunt puckered open wide enough for him to slip two eager, writhing fingers inside. He squirmed them up as hard as he could.
It felt so warm and wet and tight in that little pee hole of hers. So wild and dangerous. It was fantastic.
"Me, too," her horny little sister squealed, throwing her body up onto the bed and practically sitting on his face.
She pulled the shorts she was wearing off, then her little candy striped panties. He saw her luscious little bare-naked box glimmering in the overhead light. It looked pretty hot to him.
He reached out and popped his ready hand into her little cunt socket. It stuck there like a wheel in the mud. She writhed and wiggled her hot little ass to allow him more penetration.
"Push your hand in," Randy said, trying to come to his aid, "she's still kind of tight."
Not surprising, Lloyd thought, she is only nine.
He twisted his hand around like a corkscrew and drove it deep inside her little pink and quivering cunt. It felt pretty closed in up there. He pumped her as best he could, considering the space limitations.
"Wowie!" Lisa said, shaking her head in ecstasy, "that's some kind of wild fucking ride."
She humped his hand hard as she continued to pump his thick man handle. It felt so hot and slippery beneath her fingers, under her driving palm. She pumped it harder and harder. Faster and faster. All the way up and all the way down. Then again up and down, down and up.
The sounds made a gorgeous harmonious symphony. All of their sounds. Randy's pussy was getting plugged a mile a minute. Her juices squished and blended with the sweat of Lloyd's jackhammer hand.
Lisa rode the boy's whole hand as hard as she could, screwing her own wild pussy hole as fast as she could hump.
And Lloyd. Ecstasy was written all over his face as he leaned back and smiled before he let go completely. Just before his thick, long cock pole spat a load of hot fresh come out the widened tip.
Spat it out and slobbered it all over Lisa's hand. All over Randy's hand. And all down his zipper. That hot piece of split metal. The one that had never been opened by anyone else. Not before today.
Randy stood up and stared down at the log she was sitting on. The large, fallen log straddled across the deepest part of the ravine.
"You suppose there's fairies living in this log?" she said, grinning and tapping the log with her sandaled foot.
"I hope not," the other girl said, shaking her head and looking up the steep embankment of the ravine for signs of human life.
It had been one hell of a de-virginizing. For the both of them. And there had been other men. Well, boys. Some hot little specimens of emerging manhood from Waverly Junior High.
Like Johnny Evans. He and Lisa had gotten it on in the back of a school bus. A neat feat, considering that she didn't even ride the school bus. It was parked in the school parking lot at the time.
Tricky sneaking in, but once hidden from view, a really great hideaway. And a hot time was had by the both of them.
Randy was not without her share of experience with boys, too. She had a pair of tits on her already that made boys young and old stop and stare at. It used to scare her, but in the last couple of years she had grown used to the idea. Now, whenever boys stared at her, she stuck her tits out and walked right past.
"Do you love Johnny Evans?" Randy said, wishing she had a steady. Boys had been abundant for her, but nothing real so far. Nothing lasting, like Lisa had with her Johnny.
"No," Lisa said, "it's just a physical relationship. And honest to goodness, I'm getting a little tired of it."
"What?" her sister shot back, her mouth growing slack with disbelief.
"It's just that we're in a rut, a rut deeper than this ravine. Every weekend, it's the same old thing. Go under the porch or out back of the high school practice stadium, sometimes under the boat house at the college. And then, one hour of non-stop teasing before we get it on. Frankly, I'm a little tired of it. I'm ready to look for other things."
The whirling noises of high-powered motors greeted their ears. They looked up to see a long line of motorcycles rolling over the top of the steep embankment.
The motorcycles were ridden by dark, sinister looking guys. Big ones with reflector sunglasses wrapped around their heads. Huge leather caps, muscles arms with tattoos, bulging biceps. High leather boots and striped T-shirts.
And they were barreling right toward them. Aiming their huge, vicious monster bikes right at their feet.