Chapter 7
For the next three weeks no one bothered Kimberly. She played softball with the boys as she always did, and worked out with the gymnastic team, outdoing even all of the boys in cartwheels, back flips, and high rope climbing. She visited Winston Washington three different times to ease the needs of her hot cunt, and met with Mickey twice, letting him fuck her both times, although she came so quickly the last time, she had to blow him to a climax. She reaffirmed what Mickey believed-that she had a much better cock-sucking mouth than her friend, in spite of the fact that it was smaller and narrower.
Each time she met with Mickey it was in the deserted Ellers house. She wanted to make certain he was familiar with the place. On the fifth day following her next period she decided it was time to start playing it safe. Stacey told her all about the contraceptive Pill, and she decided she would be smart to start using it. She talked it over with Winston, and he agreed. He volunteered to drive her to a public clinic in a nearby town, and paid for the exam. He even went and bought her a supply, since they both agreed it wouldn't be smart for her to go into the small town drugstore and make the purchase. He bought her a full year's supply to be on the safe side, and Kimberly hid them in his house, except for the month's supply she carried hidden in a zipped billfold.
A girl can retain her innocence for just so long, and Kimberly was rapidly losing hers. She was beginning to realize she could use her body to get what she wanted from men. Her breasts might not be the biggest but, even without tits, a woman could be plenty enticing. In the meantime, she would make the most of what she had and to enjoy herself thoroughly. Fucking was something she had come to enjoy immensely, but it had to be with the people she wanted.
Amazing, what with her background. Her dad was totally straitlaced and would remain that way. Her mother was just as stiff-necked when it came to being a prude. And Kimberly believed that strict Aunt Christine was an inhibiting influence in their lives. When she got married, the last person she would want to take advice from was Aunt Christine!
It was on the Friday following the end of her period that she was approached by both Mueller and Adams. She was walking home from softball practice, and there they were, standing in front of Adams's house.
"Hey blondie," Mueller said to her. "We been thinkin' about the time we had with you, and we decided to make it a threesome again. After all, we're buddies. Share and share alike, and all that shit. Tonight, after supper, we're both free. What say we meet somewhere down the road and live it up?"
"You know I don't have a car," she told them in a sweet, girlish voice. If you boys want to have some fun, we can always use the old Ellers place."
"Hey yeah," Mueller nodded. "You got a good head on those shoulders. And tonight, you're gonna give me some of it!"
"See," Mueller said to Adams, as Kimberly walked toward her house. "I told you she was crazy about the cock we gave her the last time. We don't have to do nothin' except meet her at the old house. We didn't even have to threaten. She likes our style of cock."
Reaching home, Kimberly went inside. Her mother was trimming the bushes in the back yard, so Kimberly was able to quietly get on the phone. She called Stacey and told her to bring Mickey and his friends to the Ellers house at about quarter-to-nine, that night.
Kimberly felt excited. She was going to see to it that Mueller and Adams got what was coming to them, provided Mickey didn't fail her. She hoped he wouldn't be out on a date with Angela. That would really louse things up.
At the supper table, Kimberly told her parents that she and Stacey had made plans to see a movie that night, since Mickey had to work late at the gas station and Angela was hanging-out there with him.
When eight o'clock rolled around, she told her parents she was leaving with Stacey. Once outside, she called for Stacey and said, "You watch and make sure Mueller and Adams go into the house with me. Then you go tell Mickey."
With Stacey watching her, she crossed the street and walked down the block to the old Ellers place. Getting in was no problem-someone had found a way to unlock the front door and it had never been locked again.
Going inside, Kimberly closed the door. She could tell Mueller and Adams were already there. They had hung dark blankets in front of the window to keep anyone from peering in, and they'd spread a large blanket out on the floor. She noticed they hadn't brought any pillows, but she knew she would be able to manage without them.
They had also brought a battery-powered lamp. And while she was waiting for her eyes to accustom themselves to the dark, they switched it on.
"See," Mueller laughed. "I told you she'd come. And that's just what we're all going to do ... we're all going to have a real ball! Hey kid, Jason here tells me you have a real great mouth. How about we begin with you giving me some of that head we talked about earlier today?"
"You two still scare me," Kimberly said to them. "If I weren't so afraid of you, I might not even have come here tonight."
"What's the matter?" Adams asked. "Don't you like us?"
"Not really," she admitted.
"But you're here," Mueller laughed. "So that must mean something."
"I'm here to tell you I'd rather not have anything more to do with either one of you."
"Really?" Mueller asked. "How the hell d'you like that, Jason. She says she don't want anything to do with us."
"That's just tough shit!" Adams snapped.
"Look, bitch," Mueller said, advancing, taking hold of an arm, and ushering her into the room. "I think the time has come for you to understand something. We like your body. We're going to go on using that body as long as it pleases us. And if you try backing out of any appointments we make with you, we'll not only beat the shit out of you, but we just might slip it to your best friend, too."
"Two big, brave men," Kimberly sneered. "Boy, it sure takes a lot of guts to try scaring the hell out of a helpless girl."
"You ain't so helpless," Adams barked. "I ain't going to forget how you caused me to fall and break an arm. All you have to do is open that yap for something other than cock sucking, and I'll let you see how it feels to have a broken arm of your own."
"Come on," Mueller's voice urged a little bit more softly, his hands already forcibly starting to undress Kimberly. "Let's stop this fighting. All we want is a good time. Hell! You liked it too, the last time."
"Let's just say I don't like the two of you," Kimberly told him.
"We grow on people," Mueller laughed as he tugged the last of her clothing.
"So does lichen," she answered, recalling one of her Earth Science lessons.
Mueller was stripping himself while Adams remained fully clothed, staring at her naked body again.
"Jeez," Adams said, "she's really solidly put together. All those other broads you showed me, even with their big tits, ain't as firm as this bitch."
"So stop complaining," Mueller told him. "We can use this little cunt as long as we like. I go first. You wait."
Mueller pulled Kimberly down onto the blanket. She could feel the hard wooden floor underneath, and decided there was nothing like a good mattress. She felt the impatient Mueller running his hands over her body, caressing her very softly, intent on getting her aroused. She knew he had that ability, and wanted to enjoy his hands for awhile before Mickey came bursting into the house.
He was lying on his side, pressing her body to his, but with her face slightly above his navel, as if letting her know what he wanted her to do.
Kimberly reached down and let her hand move across his small, skinny organ. What the hell! She was here, and she knew he'd hurt her if she didn't do what he wanted. She might as well make the most of it all until Mickey came.
Her hand continued stroking his cock, making it shudder and leak profusely. In the light of the electric lamp she could see it shudder and tremble.
"Okay, bitch," he snapped. "Slip your lip around that hot cock of mine."
"Must I?" she asked, still putting on an act.
"Come on, you damn cock-teaser. I want to feel that hot, soft, wet mouth of yours. Don't make things tough on the both of us."
She sighed. It was almost a moan. To the two males it conveyed she was unwillingly surrendering to their demands. To Kimberly, it was a sigh of satisfaction, since she enjoyed sucking a penis, even a small one like Mueller's. She noticed he was a bit cleaner in that area than he had been the first time.
His hand reached down and lightly ran across her nipples, and as he touched them Kimberly became aware that they seemed to be the littlest bit larger than when he'd first put hands on her. Her breasts were showing that she was indeed excited, after all.
Raising her head, she turned it for a moment to look into his grey, lackluster eyes. She could see he was determined, which was what she'd expected. But this way, no matter what they said later, they would know she was doing what they asked because they had insisted, and not because she was willing. She remained lying against him like that for a long moment, feeling his hands caress her body, increasing her internal body temperature. Then she shrugged, got up on her knees, her head hovering over his erect penis, and stared down at it. It was small, but that didn't mean he felt things any less. She could see the way lubrication was bubbling out of him, pouring all over his throbbing head, wetting it down and making it shine in the lamplight. Her tongue-tip came out and licked lightly around her own lips, wetting them.
Damn me! She thought, staring at the solid meat pole. I really want to do it. I shouldn't. I should try backing away. I should let them beat me a little. But damn it all, I want to. Winston really has me trained. I love sucking a cock.
She felt her limber, youthful body shuddering as she continued staring at his pulsing pecker. His hard-muscled torso shifted a bit in anticipation, waiting to feel her mouth. Her head was moving closer, and his throbbing cock seemed to be getting larger until it almost totally obscured everything else. And this was all so ridiculous, considering just how small his throbbing cock really was. She reached out and clutched it tightly, almost crushing the staff, making the pinkish head swell as another blister of lubrication came seeping out. It dripped down the glans, onto her fist, though she could see other droplets had found their way to the base of his cock, soaking into matted blond pubic hair.
Once again she looked up and saw how eager he was to have her mouth on his cock. Oh yes, he was almost sitting up, anxiously waiting for the pressure of her lips around his corona.
Once more she sighed, then brushed her blond hair back from her face. Less than an inch separated her lips from his small cock, and she could see how elastic it really looked, expanding and contracting in anxious anticipation. Her hand could feel the heat emanating from his balls.
"Come on," Mueller whispered.
"Suck it, honey. You did it for Jason. You can do it for me."
She felt his palm rest on the nape of her neck, ready to press her head even lower. The shimmering penis was as close as it could be without touching her.
Moaning, Kimberly allowed her head to be brought lower until her flaring, lightly parted lips came into the slightest contact with his burning, throbbing penile tip. And then, without her wanting it to happen, her tongue came licking out to slurp up all the sticky moisture on the head.
Damn! Damn! Damn! The brief taste really started her going. Kimberly felt as if a bolt of lightning had shot through her. She stabbed the point of her tongue into the narrow slit in the hope of pulling out even more of the sticky fluid. And then the flat of her pink tongue was wildly swirling around the hard resilience of his shuddering glans, teasing and tantalizing maddeningly at the ridge of his corona.
Bending the phallic stalk to the side, she began moving her lips and tongue from top to bottom as if she were playing on a harmonica. Her teeth even nibbled lightly on his flesh, making him gasp as the tip of her tongue fluttered wildly, as well.
"Oh man!" Mueller gasped. "The way she's doing it, you'd think she's been doing it for a living. She is great."
"Didn't I tell ya, Larry," Jason Adams said.
Kimberly inhaled the strong fragrance coming from his balls. He could wash forever and not be able to rid himself of a strong masculine scent he had down there. Her lips released his cock and began kissing his two seed-bloated testicles, licking the wrinkled flesh of his scrotum, washing the leathery flesh with her tongue, then sucking one into her mouth, then both. She shifted until she was sitting on his left leg, feeling his knee pressing into her crotch as it tickled her clitoris.
His short, hard cock was a shining spire now, glistening in the battery lamp's light as her saliva made it almost glow. Her lips traveled up along the side of the solid mass of flesh and paused, shaping themselves into a sensuous oval as they touched the tip. Her eyes looked up at his bland face, then she felt his hands gripping her blonde hair, holding her head steady as he forced his thrusting prick upward.
At the last instant she tried to fight what she felt inside by compressing her lips together, locking her jaws in the hope of keeping his penis out of her mouth. But the pressure from his hands on the back of her head was too strong, and as the seething glans pressed against her lips, she felt her mouth slowly open in surrender. Yet the surrender was not to him as much as it was to her own, deep, inner feelings. Her lips parted in hot invitation and she felt the slow intromission of his onion-shaped prick-head, touching her tongue. Odd, how unnatural it felt in her saliva-filled mouth. Winston's cock had been so thick and juicy, and even Mickey's cock had a nice thickness and pressure to it. But his skinny whang seemed like something that had become overripe and shriveled as a result of having been left on the vine too long.
His hands were applying steady, strong pressure to her head, forcing it lower and lower toward the almost white hairs of his pubis. When she gulped, saliva fell from her mouth onto his pelvis, and her nostrils flared as she tried breathing. Looking straight down, she not only saw his blond curls coming closer to her face, but was able to see his pencil-thin penis slowly disappearing between her lips. She could feel the rigid heat coming from the skinny schlong as it pressed its full length into her mouth, just barely reaching her throat. He tried pushing harder, as if he expected he could make her head sink even lower, but he had no more cock to offer.
Had he been someone she liked, Kimberly would have opened her mouth wider and let his balls ride in, as well. She could have fitted them in, provided her gullet would have opened to contain the head of his cock. She had never tried forcing the penial glans into her throat since that first time with Winston. She knew that it would become easier with practice, and that one day she would be able to suck in all of Winston's penis. Until then, she didn't intend to go on practicing until she strangled. Luckily, with Larry Mueller, she didn't have to practice. His short, skinny prick was all the way in.
"Ohhhh, man, what a great mouth you got, blondie," he whispered.
He kept jerking his pelvis upward, encouraging her to keep her lips tightly wrapped around the shuddering shaft.
"Ain't she good?" Adams asked. "Ain't she, Larry?"
Heated air blasted from her twitching nostrils as she exhaled, then inhaled again. She had her jaws clamped so tightly shut she was actually afraid her teeth might cut into his cock. Her short, narrow mouth, for all its smallness, felt cheated because the cock on which she was sucking didn't thoroughly fill her oral cavern.
Under her face, Mueller began to slowly lower and raise his loins, and his urgent pushing and pulling let her know just what it was he expected of her. Her tongue washed hotly against the underside of his throbbing, burning penis as she began steadily moving her mouth up and down. Her cheeks hollowed as she tried to get the inside of her mouth to compress around the throbbing cock. All the while the rod of masculine solidity slid in and out between her lips.
Then she began sucking, doing it gently at first, then with greater intensity as she heard him encourage her. In spite of her fighting against her internal feelings, Kimberly couldn't help feeling excited. With one hand she palmed his balls, letting them roll around in their protective sac. She also moaned so her vibrations could be felt in the mottled glans.
To Mueller she was a licentious, erotic spectacle. The sight of her sucked-in cheeks drove him wild as her head continued its bobbing. She could feel her flesh teasing his balls, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he popped his load into her wanton mouth.
Had he been able to shoot a nice bellyful of liquid into her, Kimberly would have eagerly awaited his jism. But she remembered how little he had shot into her the last time. Shit! If and when he ever wanted to make babies, he didn't have enough power to shoot sperm far enough into a woman for it to reach an egg and fertilize it. It would take the seed from his best shot a good four days of arduous wandering before it reached her ovum. And then the seed would be so worn out, it wouldn't have the strength to penetrate the egg and do what it was meant to do. It was just as well. The world would be better off without bullies like lousy Larry Mueller reproducing any of their own kind.
Still, the heat in her belly was slowly increasing, and she wondered if she could attain an orgasm of her own while she was still sucking him.
"Eat it good, blondie," Mueller gasped. "Eat it until I shoot the whole load down your throat."
The whole load, she laughed to herself. Larry Mueller's whole load consisted of less than half a teaspoonful of liquid.
Even so, the mere act of cock sucking had made Kimberly all the hotter. Her head bobbed up and down at a mad pace, as she sighed and moaned with her wet lips still tightly compressed around the reed-like rod on which she was sucking. At, one point the pressure of her lips was so strong, Mueller cried out she was hurting him. Her head moved wildly, from side to side, as her lust-compressed lips sucked maddeningly up and down, almost as if trying to force his tiny spike deeper into her throat. She could hear Mueller moaning and groaning as if from a great distance, and from the tight way his cock shuddered, she was fairly certain he was nearing his orgasm. She could even feel his skinny whang swelling a bit as he slammed his loins furiously toward her face while her golden hair flared out all over his thighs. She felt his hips buck his body up into her face all the more furiously while his hands shoved her head lower and lower. He fucked his thin prong into her mouth without any thought for her. All he cared about was his own satisfaction.
"UUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!" he roared, and the first little splash of his semen began spurting into her mouth, almost sticking to her throat before it slid down her esophagus. Then little droplets sprayed through her throat again and again as her cheeks hollowed even more strongly, with her jaws sucking feverishly, attempting to drain more spu from his throbbing, shooting cock.
Small cocks like the one Mueller was offering her were made for sucking. Once again she got the overpowering urge to bite and chew. The seed from these small cocks was hardly what one could classify as a meal. Rather the sperm was more like a small aperitif.
She guzzled it all down her throat with lots of room to spare. At least no one would ever be able to accuse Larry Mueller of strangling anyone to death with his cock.
When she had finished, Mueller lay where he was, saying, "Okay, Jason. She's yours."