Chapter 8
His friends ran away to play and Billy Aldrich closed the front door. He had given them an excuse so he wouldn't have to go out and join them. Even now as he walked back to the living room, he could not remember what he had told them. It didn't matter-so long as he could be alone.
He pulled off his shorts and flopped down in his father's chair. How could he tell them that it was more fun to play with himself than with them? He knew they wouldn't understand. That time he caught Carl doing it in the bathroom, hadn't he made him promise not to tell anyone? There must have been a reason for that. Besides, the knowledge that he could do these wonderful things to himself gave him the sense of possessing a great secret. He liked that; he liked feeling that he could do something nobody else could do.
In fact he liked everything about masturbating, liked it so much that over the past month it had begun to dominate his life. He could not wait to be left alone in the house. And when someone was home he would often go down to their basement playroom and do it there. But he didn't like that so much: he was afraid of being found out. He wanted no one to intrude into the strange and happy little world he had discovered.
As he stroked his small prick with a fond hand, all those vague things he felt once more came into focus in the fleshy, tube-like muscle. He was glad to have found this nice way to deal with all his new emotions; and now that school was out he looked forward to a whole summer of uninterrupted frigging.
He pumped his hand faster and faster as the pleasurable warmth increased. He knew if he thought about the pretty girls in his class it would be even better. He visualized Debbie Wilson: she was the cutest girl in the school. He tried to picture her without her clothes, but it was difficult because he had never seen her that way. Actually he had never viewed any girl naked except his sister. He tried to recall how Holly had looked that time he had seen her stepping out of the shower. It was easy; she had looked so pretty with her long wet hair hanging down almost to her bottom. And what a surprise when she turned around! Why, she had nothing between her legs but some blonde hair!
He had thought it funny at the time but had stopped laughing when she took his hand and made him touch her there. He remembered that was the first time he had felt his strange urges. Later, looking through a magazine he found in his father's closet, he realized that all girls were like Holly. When he found that out he was glad; he didn't want to think there was something wrong with his sister, and he spent the next several months trying to spy on her in the shower again. Sadly, she always locked the bathroom door after that, but fortunately his father kept buying those magazines.
Billy never dared to take them out of the closet, however, so now he sat in the living room, his knees apart, his fist pounding hell out of his young crotch. He tried to picture Holly again and remember the feel of those hairs and the moist skin beneath them. Mostly all he could recall was the smile on her face as she told him to go ahead and feel.
The doorbell rang. Billy looked up, his face flushed with excitement, and stared at the front door. Maybe they'll go away, he thought He waited. The bell sounded again. He jumped up and, clutching his shorts, ran to answer. He pulled on his clothes quickly and opened the door.
There was two older girls standing there: one had black hair, the other red. The redhead wore very tight blue jeans and a bikini top, the black-haired girl had on very short shorts and a white blouse open from the throat nearly all the way down to her belt; her breasts were almost entirely exposed.
"Hi," the redhead said to him, "can Carl and Holly come out and play?"
He stared at their bodies and tried to speak, to conceal his embarrassment. "Uh . .. well, they. ..."
"Don't be embarrassed," the redhead said. "We're not going to eat you."
"But then again, we might," the black-haired girl said.
He was suddenly conscious of the fact that she was looking him up and down, and she wasn't smiling like the other girl.
"Well, I think they .went to the beach. They won't be home till later," he said, and started to close the door.
But before he could, the black-haired girl pushed past him and walked into the house. "That's too bad. I guess we'll just have to wait for them."
"But-" They ignored him and sat down in the living room. "I wonder why Holly and Carl went to the beach and didn't tell us?" one of the girls said.
"Maybe they wanted to be alone," the other said mysteriously. The two girls looked at each other and laughed.
Billy sat down in his father's chair. He looked with wonder at the two beautiful, half-naked girls. "I don't really know when they'll-" "Oh, that's all right," the dark girl interrupted. "We don't have anything to do anyway. Hey, you must be Billy."
"That's right," the little boy said.
"Well, I'm Liz and this is Barbara. We're friends of your brother and sister."
"Good friends," the redhead said, "Very good friends."
Billy didn't understand what was so funny. He was about to ask when Liz said to him, "How old are you, Billy?"
"Twelve," the boy said. "I'll be thirteen in October."
"He does look a lot like Holly with that long blond hair," Barbara said to Liz. Her sister looked at her thoughtfully. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked.
Barbara just smiled.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Billy?" Liz asked. Barbara giggled when she was the look on his face. "Not really," he said.
"Oh, a philosopher!" Barbara laughed outright, "Not really, ha!"
Liz gave her sister a mock-stern look. "Stop picking on him," she said. Then she looked back at Billy and asked him quietiy, "Would you like one?"
He was very confused. "What do you mean?"
Liz leaned close to him and brushed the long hair out of his eyes. "I mean me," she said. "Would you like me to be your girlfriend? I think you're very cute."
Billy didn't know what in the world to say. He just sat, stunned, and stared at her. She ran one fingertip across his lips. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"Yes," he said, his words coming out like the whimper of a trapped animal. She leaned over closer and the nipple of one big breast peered out at him through her open shirt.
Liz got down on her knees in front of the frightened boy and took his face in her hands. She kissed him full on the mouth; when he tried a half-hearted attempt to pull away, she held him like a vise against her open lips. He felt something wet and strange on him-it was her tongue licking his closed lips.
When he opened his mouth to breathe, she slipped her tongue in and licked around his and after several minutes of teasing and tickling finally convinced him to respond in kind.
Barbara looked on, fascinated, as her nineteen-year-old sister trenched the little boy. She could feel the warmth grow in her loins as the firm edge of Billy's hesitation melted away in his own rising heat.
Both girls knew that what they were doing was dangerous. If they were caught seducing this youngster, they could never live down the humiliation, but as long as no one would know....
Billy kissed Liz as hard as he could and tried to think of what to do. He remembered all the movies he had seen and how the lovers in them kissed, so he put his arms around her as boldly as he could and drew her to him.
Liz's hands caressed the back of his neck as she kissed him again and again. After she had tasted his tongue for a while, she pulled away from him and looked at her sister.
"Wow," she said breathlessly, "this one is truly talented."
Barbara had spread her legs on the couch and was rubbing the full mound of her cunt through the rough cloth of her jeans. Her eyes grew heavy with desire as she watched her sister snare another youngster in her web of seduction.
Liz ran her tongue over her open lips and smiled at her accomplice. "He's a great kisser. Want to try him?"
Billy blushed with pride and shame as the second girl took up position next to the first on the floor in front of him. When she kissed him it was hard and passionate. She pulled off her top as they kissed and threw it on the couch, then she took his hands in hers and placed them on her heavy tits.
The two girls were caught up in their own trap of passion.
"Feel me, touch me," Barbara mumbled through their kisses. She rubbed his hands all over her heaving, panting boobs. She made him pinch her nipples between his fingers.
"Squeeze harder!" she ordered.
He tried to obey, squeezing as hard as he could. He crushed the fat flesh-nubs until she whimpered with delight.
"Hhmm .. . hhhmmm . . hhhhmmmm!" Something else was happening too. He could not see with Barbara's mouth plastered against his own, but he knew Liz's hands had opened his shorts and were pulling them down toward his knees. He felt hot hands tearing at his underpants.
He almost told them to stop, that he could do that better himself, but suddenly he wasn't sure, suddenly he was willing to wait and see what happened.
"Have you ever had a blow-job, Billy?" Liz asked in a little-girl voice.
He tried to say no but he could not speak with Barbara's tongue in his mouth. He shook his head instead.
"No? Well, every girl should give her boyfriend a blow-job, so I'm going to give you one right now." Her fingers seized his little horn and held it steady as she plunged her hungry mouth down and over it. Her warm tongue licked down the length of the stiff tool and around its base. She brought up the soft sack of his balls in one hand and tongued the hairless skin.
At the same time, Barbara sucked her tongue out of his mouth and forced his head down on her jutting breasts. He tongued the glands as they bobbed again and again into his face. He licked the blunt nipples and sucked in their fragrant sweetness.
Liz's hair rose and fell over his lap as she gave head to his virgin genitals. Her mouth watered at the taste of his meat. His member was moist with her slimy saliva.
The girls switched places-Barbara hungrily attacked his pint-sized prick while Liz cupped her milk bottles in her hands and delivered them up to the door of his mouth. His tongue was there to greet them with lavish kisses. The older girl was beside herself with passion; she hugged the boy's head against her chest and broke out in continuous sighs and moans.
"You little darling," she squealed. "You tiny little virgin darling. You tiny little tit-licking darling!"
Barbara did not speak-her mouth was full of cock. Liz moved down beside her and they shared his tool. They licked along both sides of his organ, wetting the diminutive dork with a hot, wet bath of tongues.
Billy stood up so they could get at his prick more easily. They traded it back and forth; first one sister and then the other sucked the steaming sweetmeat into her oral cave, laved his short sword with a razor kiss, passed it on to the other girl. It did not take long for Billy to reach the breaking point. His throbbing prick was in Liz's mouth when with a cry of, "I'm going to do it!" he sent his pint of prick-soup down her thirsty throat.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Barbara complained. "I want some too!"
Liz, her eyes dancing with ecstasy, opened her mouth; on the end of her tongue hung a huge drop of watery semen. Barbara leaned over and sucked Liz's tongue into her mouth. She drank down the sperm right out of her sister's mouth.
"Mmmm, your come sure tastes good, Billy," she said, giggling.
The little boy sat back in the chair and tried to smile, but his pretty blond head was so tired he could hardly keep from dropping off. Liz and Barbara leaned over and kissed him on the cheeks, then they gathered their clothes and headed for the door.
"Wait a minute; there is something I want to get first," Liz said. She winked at her sister and disappeared down a hall towards the bedrooms. While she was gone Barbara slipped on her bikini top and adjust- ed the cups to fit her healthy breasts. Liz walked back with an admiring look on her face.
"Showing off your nice tits again?" she teased.
Barbara laughed. "Well, I can't go out naked, what would people say?"
"They'd probably say, 'There goes Barbara Reynolds with her nice tits.' " Barbara laughed again. "What did you steal?"
"I didn't steal anything," Liz corrected, "I just borrowed all of Carl's grass I could find." She opened her bag to reveal its contents: six ounces of marijuana in plasdc bags.
"What do you want that for? Don't you have enough dope?"
"Of course I do," Liz said. "There just might be something we want Carl to do for us in the future and this may help convince him to see things our way."
"That's you-always thinking ahead," Barbara said, shaking her head. She looked over again at little Billy. "Don't you think we ought to get a little more before we leave?'" Liz put her arm around her sister's waist and squeezed. "Let the little rascal sleep. There's always a next time."
Barbara gave her a skeptical look. Liz went on: "Don't worry. It's only two o'clock. The house will be empty for hours. I'll take care of you when we get home." She patted her sister's ass and opened the front door to go home.