Chapter 9
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, yeah, suck my dick!"
Bruce spread his legs as he steered the car down the darkening street. Karen had pulled his cock from his pants almost as soon as she had slid into the car beside him.
Harold and Tom were leaning forward, watching as she moved her mouth up and down on Bruce's burgeoning peter. They had pulled their cocks out of their pants and were masturbating furiously.
"What're you two guys doin' back there?" Bruce asked, a grin on his face as he glanced at their reflections in the rear-view mirror.
"N . .. Nothin'!" Harold said, his hand whacking up and down furiously on his big peter-pole.
Bruce laughed. "Nothin' much. You'll get your fingers all sticky if you're not careful."
"Oh, shit, look at her go!" Tom said excitedly. "She really knows how to do it."
"You ain't just a shittin'," Bruce said. "Oh, damn! She sucks you right down to your very balls. Aaaggghhh!"
"F .. . Fuck," Harold said. "Why couldn't we have kept her at your place a little while longer? I. . . Ooohhh!" He shivered as his penis surged forth a gleaming droplet of pre-seminal fluids.
"'Cause of her fuckin' mother," Tom said.
"Yeah, you know how her . .. aaahhh . .. mother is," Bruce said. "She's afraid her little girl is gonna get screwed by some dirty-minded little boy."
The three boys laughed at the thought. If anyone was getting raped, it was them, not Karen. She was always after their pricks, even during classes at school. She would reach out and feel up the fronts of their pants almost right beneath their teachers' noses. When they were alone with her, there was no stopping her. She pulled their cocks out at a moment's notice and did everything imaginable down between their legs. A simple fuck was never good enough. She had to jack them off, lick their cocks, then take them into her mouth and suck them off until they were moaning and sperming all over the place. When she hiked up her dress they often gasped with dismay instead of pleasure. Her squeezing cunny gripping at their already drained pricks was almost more pleasure than they could endure.
"The thing that grabs my ass the most," Bruce said, "is that when she gets home she tells her mother that she's been out with her girlfriends. Some girlfriends, eh, fellas?"
"Yes, indeed," Tom said in a high-pitched vocal imitation of a girl, "I just love it when Karen dear sucks on my little girl cock." Bruce and Harold burst out in a frenzy of laughter. "You better be careful," Bruce said, tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks. "Old Harold will be tryin' to fuck you if you keep that up."
"Oh, my, no!" Tom said, his voice squeaking. "I'm not that kind of girl."
Karen was oblivious to their joke as their bodies shook with laughter. She was far too occupied with the beautiful hard cock sticking out of Bruce's fly. She was tonguing it all over and pushing her lips up and down, literally jacking him off with her mouth.
"Ooohhh!" Bruce's laughter died away completely and was replaced by an outcry of pleasure. "Ah, shit! Uuunnnggghhh!"
Harold and Tom leaned way forward and stared down at his crotch. Their hands whaled up and down on their own peter poles as they watched Karen give their friend a blow job to end all blow jobs.
"Pull down his pants, Karen," Tom urged. "We can't see anything!"
Karen moaned and raised her lips. A long string of sticky semen dangled from her lips and she licked it up.
"Oh, shit, you came, you bastard!"
Bruce laughed.
"Come on, let her crawl back here and do us now."
"Fuck you!" Bruce said. "She's got me all worked up again."
"You mean you're gonna give her another load?"
Bruce nodded and raised up his butt so Karen could push down his Levi's. She shoved them clear down around his ankles and he kicked them off completely, then put his foot back on the accelerator.
"Take off his underpants, too," Tom said.
Karen obeyed, grabbing the elastic band of Bruce's briefs and yanking them down his legs.
"Oh, shit!" The two boys in the back seat stared at their friend's erection with disbelief. Karen had sucked it into twice its usual size and they could see the veins throbbing in its sides.
Karen drew Bruce's underpants all the way down his legs and he raised his feet so she could pull them completely free of his body.
"Christ, I hope we don't get stopped by a cop," Bruce said. "That could be embarrassing.
Karen thrust her face down, engulfing his huge erection, and Bruce's worries about getting caught by a policeman were forgotten.
"Aaaggghhh. Oh, Jeez! Mmmnnn!"
Tom and Harold pushed down their pants and briefs and went to work, masturbating in a frenzy of excitement.
Bruce steered the car with one hand and shoved down Karen's head with the other until his erection was thrusting its way into the innermost depths of her throat. He moaned and the car swerved out into the opposite lane of traffic. He quickly put both hands back on the steering wheel.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh, shit!" Tom gasped and stared eagerly at Karen's head bobbing on his friend's cock. "I'm gonna cum pretty soon!"
"Well don't shoot all over my car, dummy," Bruce said. "There's a couple of rags under the front seat. Reach down and get 'em."
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Tom's hand whacked up and down on his cock. He continued jacking off as he bent down to get the rags. He handed one to Harold and got one in readiness for himself. "Aaaggghhh!" It was all Bruce could do to steer the car down the street in a straight line as Karen's mouth sucked on his dick. It felt like the hose of a huge vacuum-cleaner had been clamped around his boyish penis and was drawing out his very essence. "Nnnppphhh!"
The whacking noises coming from the back grew louder. Harold and Tom were jacking off madly, racing to see who could cum first. The rags were posed in readiness, to be clamped down at the first surge of semen, and they moaned louder than ever.
"Oh, God! It's cummin', fellas," Bruce yelled. "Mmmppphhh!" Karen's mouth was sucking him wildly and her lips were pulling the skin of his erection up and down at a fantastic speed. "AAARRRGGGHHH! Oh, God! NNNGGGHHH!"
His loud groans as he climaxed were too much for Tom and Harold. Their butts bucked as their hands whipped their cocks up to the brink. They came, their burgeoning pricks spewing their loads into the rags.
"NNNPPPHHH! AAAGGGHHH!"
"UUUNNNGGGHHH! MMMPPPHHH!"
The car rocked on its springs as all three boys bucked wildly, then ground their asses down into the soft seats. Their pricks were spewing a seemingly endless quantity of sperm.
"AAARRRGGGHHH! Ooohhh! Ah, shit!"
Bruce quivered as Karen raised her head up off his oozing peter. "Oh, Honey, you are somethin' else!"
Karen wiped her lips with the back of her hand, a happy look on her face. The whole car reeked of the odor of freshly spilled semen. She had done her job well.
Bruce was pulling the car into the street that ran by her house as she began to arrange her clothes and prepared for her entrance. She got rid of all the tell-tale evidence that she had spent the afternoon sucking and fucking three teen-age boys.
"Jeez, babe, couldn't you get away from that fuckin' mother of yours for a couple more hours. Tell her you're going out with a girlfriend or something."
Karen stared at her house as Bruce pulled into the driveway. She saw the light on in the bedroom and a shadow moving around behind the closed blind. "No chance," she said. "My mom's already getting ready for bed. I'm gonna catch hell for getting home so late the way it is."
Bruce shrugged as he pulled into the driveway. "We'll see you tomorrow, though?"
Karen nodded. "I'll meet you at the library. We can do it all morning."
Bruce grinned. "Beautiful Saturday, I love you."
Karen smiled as she opened the car door and stepped out onto the driveway. It was as Bruce pulled out behind her that she realized that her mother's car was missing. She headed up toward the house, wondering what was going on.
Mike's orgasm had so thoroughly drained his dick that Linda had almost been afraid that she had ruined everything by allowing him to fuck her so soon before she hoped to have him pumping her daughter. She had allowed herself to be carried away by the excitement of the moment, and now it was her pussy, not Karen's, which was filled to the brim with his hot, adolescent offering.
After allowing him a few minutes to rest, she went to work on him again, trying to arouse his desires to fever pitch so he would be ready to initiate Karen into the fine art of making love.
She knelt over his naked body and toyed with him with her fingers, stroking his legs and belly, and drawing her fingers down lightly over his limp penis muscle. To her relief he began reacting almost at once. His cock stiffened slightly, then expanded and began growing in length. She brushed her fingers up and down the underneath side of it until it was harder than ever and quivering.
The sight and smell of his naked body acted like a drug on her senses. She grasped the base of his now completely hard prick and moved her face down. Mike groaned as he watched and his legs trembled with excitement.
Linda started to open her mouth to engulf his prick, but the sound of a car pulling into the driveway stopped her. She jumped up, releasing his cock and she snatched up the camera. "Quick, Mike, that can't be Steve already. Get your clothes on." She raced from the room still holding the camera tightly.
Mike jumped to his feet and pulled on his pants as he followed her. They heard the sound of a car door slamming and then the car backed back out of the driveway. Mike zipped up his pants and hurried to the sofa and plopped down. He picked up a magazine and opened it in his lap to hide the obvious bulge in the front of his pants. He heard the back door slamming and the sound of an unfamiliar feminine voice in the kitchen. Linda and her daughter were walking through the living room door.
"Who brought you home, Honey?"
"Oh, one of my girlfriends." Karen stopped short when she saw Mike sitting on the sofa.
"Who's that?"
"This is Mike," Linda said. "He's one of the boys who works at the office. The other boy should be here in a minute. I invited them over for the evening."
Karen stared at her mother as if to ask why, but then said nothing, realizing that such a question would be impolite in front of the boy. She shrugged and turned and started to leave the room.
"Where are you going, honey?" Linda asked.
"To my bedroom. I want to change."
"Well come back when you're changed. I want you to get acquainted with the boys."
Karen grunted. She was obviously displeased with the whole idea. When she had left the room Linda winked at Mike. "Well, what do you think?"
Mike shrugged. "I think she's great, but she sure didn't seem to think a whole lot of me."
"Oh, don't worry, she'll like you all right when she sees what you've got down there in your pants."
They both turned their heads as they heard the sound of another car pulling into the driveway.
"That must be Stevie," Linda said. She hurried toward the door, wanting to grab the pornography he was bringing to hide it before Karen came back into the living room.
Stevie hurried up onto the front porch, a huge cardboard box in his arms. "Hurry up, Linda," he said. "This damn stuff is heavy."
Linda backed away, stretching her arm to hold the door open, and Stevie stumbled in awkwardly under the weight of the box.
"Well, here you are, Mike, all the fuck books you'd ever want." He tilted the box.
"Nooo!" Linda's cry was too late. The porno magazines came tumbling out of the box and into a big pile in the middle of the living room floor.
"Karen's here," she said, her voice full of dismay. "I don't want her to see those yet."
"Oh, shit," Stevie said. "Where is she?"
"She's changing clothes. Come on, let's get these things picked up."
The three of them scrambled down onto the floor and began pitching the magazines back into the box. Mike's eyes were bugging as he fumbled through the pile, however, and he was doing more looking than he was picking up. The cover pictures on the magazines were not easy to ignore. He was confronted with picture after picture of naked men and women engaged in the most delightful activities. Some pictures showed couples fucking, other showed women giving their partners blow jobs, some even showed women getting fucked in the ass. There were magazines full of nothing but naked girls, and some with only pictures of naked boys. There were hard-ons everywhere and cunts galore.
"Come on, Mike," Linda said. "We've got to get these picked up before Karen comes back."
Stevie grinned. "Look at him, Linda, he's got a hard-on."
Mike blushed as the two of them stared down at his bulging crotch. "Shit I can't help it." His eyes were glazed over with lust as he stared down at the dozens upon dozens of pornographic magazine covers. His penis was jerking in his pants and he groaned quietly as he felt a surging sensation in his shaft. His pre-seminal fluids were beginning to flow.
They had just finished throwing the last of the porno magazines back into the box when Karen walked into the room in a pair of shorts and a blouse. "What's going on?" she asked.
Mike scrambled to the sofa and covered his bulging crotch with the same magazine he had been using before. Stevie grabbed up the box full of pornography. "Where shall I put it, Linda?"
"Put it in my bedroom, Honey."
Karen stared at Stevie as he left the room with the box. She could see a pink, silky material hanging from his rear pocket and she gave a double take. It looked strangely like a pair of woman's panties. She shook her head, realizing she had to be wrong. She stared at Mike, then at her mother, and she caught sight of the Polaroid camera which Linda had set on a table.
"Just taking some pictures of the boys," Linda said, noticing where her daughter was looking. "This is Stevie, Karen," she said, as Stevie came back into the room. "He's the other boy who works at the office."
Karen looked at Stevie, then at Mike, then back to Linda. "What was in the box?" she asked, frowning.
"Oh, just some old magazines. Well, who'd like something cold to drink?" Linda asked. She was bubbling with excitement at how perfectly everything was working so far.
"Me!" Stevie said, grinning as he sat down next to Mike. Mike nodded.
Karen frowned. "I'll help you," she said, starting to follow her mother to the kitchen.
"No, I'll do it. Stay here and get acquainted with the boys."
"I want to help."
Karen followed her and got a tray of ice cubes out of the refrigerator while Linda got out some glasses. "What's going on, Mom? Why did you invite those two boys here?"
"I. . . wanted you to meet them."
"Mom! I can get my own boyfriends."
Linda blushed. "I know, Honey, but you don't. I worry about you."
Karen had to fight to hold back an ironic laugh. If her mother knew that every time she went out with her "girlfriends" she was really on the way to the most perverse orgies imaginable with her boy acquaintances, she knew her mother would faint. One thing she did not need was a special boyfriend. That was old-fashioned. She wanted to have sex with a wide variety of boys, and girls as well. She liked sex any way she could get it.
"Well, even if I did want a boyfriend, it sure wouldn't be one of those two. They're so square."
Linda had to smile. If only Karen knew.
"Give yourself a chance to get to know them, Honey. They're really a lot of fun."
"Yeah, sure." Karen did not seem at all convinced.
Linda poured out rations of cola into the glasses, then took a bottle of vodka out from an overhead cabinet. Karen stared at her. "Mom!"
Linda grinned. "Maybe this will liven up those square boys a little for you," she said. "Don't tell them though. Let's just wait and see how they act."
A smile edged up at the corners of her daughter's lips as she watched Linda pour a generous portion of vodka into each glass of cola. Linda winked at her and set the glasses on a tray and they walked back into the living room.
Stevie and Mike were still sitting on the sofa, and they both seemed nervous in Karen's presence.
Karen smiled warmly, setting them at ease. Her part in the vodka conspiracy was making her look forward to the evening ahead. She wanted to see how the boys would react when their drinks started working. Her mother really spiked them.
The boys each took a drink, surprised that Linda had not dumped the tray into their laps so that they would have to take off their wet clothes as planned earlier in the day. Linda had decided to wait for the second round of drinks to pull that stunt, however. She wanted everyone to get just slightly tipsy first so that the flimsy excuses they would use to get the evening's sexual activities started would not seem so unusual.
The two boys each took a big swig from their glasses and Karen smiled at her mother. She was surprised to see her mother also taking a large drink. Linda smiled at her and shrugged as if to say, why not.
Karen smiled back and fell into her mother's mood. She lifted her glass and swallowed down a big gulp of the potent drink.
In a matter of minutes everyone was talking just a little funny and boys were grinning all over the place. They were completely relaxed and joking as a fuzziness dulled the sharpness of their minds.
Linda picked up the empty glasses and headed back to the kitchen. Karen remained in the living room sitting cross-legged on the floor. She was watching the two boys and smiling as she saw them reacting more and more to the drinks, and she was reacting herself, giggling uncontrollably at almost everything they said.
When Linda came back into the room she handed a drink to Karen, then walked over and held the try before the two boys on the sofa. Her back was turned toward her daughter, so Karen could not see exactly how it happened. All Karen knew was that suddenly there was a crash and the boys were squealing and jumping up, their shirts and pants soaked, and ice cubes were laying everywhere.
Linda quickly picked up the tray and glasses and began scooping up the ice. "I'm sorry. I don't know how I could have been so clumsy."
Karen watched and sipped her drink. She felt very warm and comfortable and what was happening across the room almost seemed to float before her eyes as though she were dreaming.
The boys were grinning in spite of the fact that the front of their bodies were soaked.
"I feel terrible," Linda said. "Go into the bathroom and get out of those wet clothes. I'll stick them into the dryer. You can't sit around like that."
Karen took another sip of her drink and the room seemed to reel just a little. Mike and Stevie paraded out of the room and Linda looked at Karen to see how she was taking it all. Karen was just smiling and holding her glass tightly as though its contents were the dearest thing in the world.
"I'll fix up some more drinks," Linda said. "Do you want a refill, Honey?"
Karen nodded and held up her half-empty glass. "Yeah! It's good!" She was swaying as her mother took the glass and as Linda entered the kitchen, Karen buried her chin in her hands and stared blankly at the now empty sofa.
Noisy laughter was coming from the bathroom and the sound of ice tinkling in glasses from the kitchen. Karen raised up suddenly as the two boys came back holding their wet clothes in their arms. She gasped. They were wearing towels around their waists and nothing else.
"Oh, shit!" She stared at one boy, then the other, her eyes bugging at the sight of the bands of terry cloth around their midsections. She looked down at their naked legs, then up at the piles of wet clothing they carried in their arms. Their underpants were on top of the piles, making it obvious that they were completely naked beneath the towels. As if to cast aside all doubts of that fact, they had knotted their towels near the front. Every time they took a step, the towels opened up, revealing a strip of naked skin up their thighs and their genitals were almost exposed.
They laid their wet clothes down in a pile and sat on the sofa. Karen continued to stare at them as her mother came back into the room and passed out fresh drinks.
Karen waited for her mother to react-to explode with anger at the two boys for so completely exposing themselves before her daughter. Linda, however, was smiling more than ever as though she approved completely. Karen could not believe it. She took her drink and began sipping it automatically, never removing her eyes from the two boys on the sofa.
Sitting on the floor as she was, she knew that if the boys spread their legs apart she would be able to see everything they had. Right now they were holding their legs tightly together, but Karen knew that sooner or later one of them would forget and she would get an exciting shot of what he had to offer. She continued staring right at the towels and they seemed to mind not in the least. They took long gulps of their vodka-spiked cola drinks and so did Karen, her eyes never quitting them.
Linda set down her drink and picked up the camera. "How about some pictures?" she asked. Her hands were trembling as she raised the camera and aimed it at the two boys on the sofa. The sight of them sitting there in nothing but towels was causing surges of excitement to shoot through her pussy. It was all she could do to hold the camera steady enough to take a picture.
Karen was just as excited, so excited that she failed to question in her mind why her mother was interested in taking a picture of the boys almost undressed as they were. Her third drink was making it impossible to think clearly.
The bright light of the flash filled the room and they all watched and waited as Linda tore the picture from the camera. When it was developed, she passed it around. Karen grinned when it came to her, and she studied it between long sips of her drink.
"Why don't you get up on the sofa between Mike and Stevie and I'll get a picture of you all together?" Linda suggested.
Karen was all too happy to oblige. The prospect of getting close to the two almost-naked boys was far from unpleasant. She got up from the floor and the room seemed to surge in waves around her. It was all she could do to walk over to the sofa.
Mike and Stevie scooted apart to make room for her, and as she sat down between them she brushed a hand up against their legs, scooting their towels up so far that their genitals were just barely covered. She nestled up against their naked skins and placed a hand on each of their legs right at the bottoms of the towels.
They boys looked down, holding their breath.
Her fingers were within an inch of their balls. Their dicks began reacting. Linda gasped as the bulges beneath the towels began growing. As their cocks stiffened, the towels were pushed up still farther. From her view she could actually see the bottoms of their balls peeking out under the towels.
Their peter jerked into half hardness, dragging the towels completely off their balls, and Linda snapped a picture.
Karen was looking right down at first one crotch, then the other, and boys squirmed. It was obvious by the jerking bulges in the towels that they were getting erections, and they dared not move. Karen's hands were so closed to their private parts that the slightest movement on their part might bring her fingertips in direct contact with their testicles.
"We need some pictures with some action in them," Linda said. "Does anyone have any suggestions?"
The boys blushed, but Karen spoke right out. "Why don't you get a couple pictures of the boys wrestling on the floor, Mom?"
"What do you mean?"
"In our gym classes at school us girls wrestle sometimes, and so do the boys in their classes."
Linda smiled. "Well, how about it, you two?"
Karen removed her hands from the boys' legs and they got up quickly, relieved to get out of their embarrassing situation. Their peters stuck out half hard beneath the towels and they quickly scrambled to the floor to hide the telltale bulges.
"Okay, Go!" Karen said.
Mike wrapped his arms around Stevie's belly and rolled over onto his back, pulling Stevie with him. Linda snapped a picture just as Stevie's towel flopped up, revealing his hard-on and balls for just an instant. Stevie quickly drew his legs up to hide himself and, using the momentum of his body, rolled right on over, pulling Mike up off the floor. He spun Mike around so that he was facing Karen and twisted his arm behind his back.
"Aaaggghhh!" Mike let out a yelp of pain. "I. . . give!"
Stevie released him and Mike crawled over to the sofa and sat down, rubbing his sore arm. Linda was gaping at the picture she had just taken. It showed everything Stevie had, and his cock was completely hard in the photo.
"Okay, Stevie, I'll take you on," Karen said, crawling down onto the floor and moving toward him.
Stevie stared at her, his eyes wide. "But you're a girl!"
Karen grinned. "You're not afraid, are you?"
"No, but "
Karen reached out and grabbed his wrist. Linda quickly prepared the camera for another shot. Stevie, taken by surprise by Karen's sudden attack, was quickly overpowered. Karen had him down on his back with one leg in the air and he was in an unbreakable lock. As she held him there she worked her foot up along the side and into the towel. The towel began riding up.
Stevie looked down with dismay. At first he had been reluctant to fight back, but now when he was willing to do anything to save himself from being exposed, he realized he was powerless to defend himself. Karen's foot kept pushing up, and the knot in the towel began giving. "No! Linda!"
Karen grinned and kept pushing. The knot in the towel came completely undone and towel slid free, uncovering Stevie completely. Linda snapped a picture.
"Oh, God!" Stevie was moaning with embarrassment. His cock and balls were completely exposed and Karen was staring right at them. His penis was less stiff than it had been a few minutes before, but it was still far from being completely soft and the veins in its sides were throbbing visibly.
Linda and Mike stared, wondering what would happen next.
"I give up!" Stevie said, desperate to have her release him, not caring whether he was beaten by a girl or not.
"Oh, do you now?" Karen teased. She blew gently. Linda and Mike could not see what she was doing, but they heard Stevie gasp. The warm air she was blowing was aimed right at his genitals and it tickled. His penis responded, stiffening up into half hardness. Karen blew a steady stream of air over his cock and balls, playing it up and down. Hid cock jerked up into complete hardness and throbbed it spasms. Linda snapped another picture.
"Aaaggghhh! Stop it! Please!"
Karen released her hold on him at last. He sat up quickly and drew the towel over his excited genitals. Karen smiled, but Stevie did not return the smile. He was embarrassed, at having lost the wrestling match to a girl, and especially at having had his most private parts exposed for all to see.
Linda laid all the photographs on a table and she and Mike and Karen gathered around and gaped.
Stevie sat brooding, then fastened his towel and got up to gather up his and Mike's wet clothes from the floor.
"Where's the dryer?"
They all turned to stare at him.
"I want to get these dried so I can get dressed and go home."
"What's the matter, Stevie?"
"I just don't like being held down and having everyone stare at me like a . . . like a. . . ."
"Don't be that way, Stevie. We were just having some fun. We. . .."
"Where's the dryer?"
Karen got up and moved toward him. "I'm sorry, Stevie. It's all my fault. Will you forgive me?"
"Please, will you tell me where the dryer is?"
"It's down in the basement," Karen said at last. "Come on and I'll show you."