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CHAPTER ELEVEN

Ken's mother happened to find the hundred-dollars the following week. He had placed it in a small box in his desk and she was cleaning up one afternoon and discovered it.

Confronting him with the money she demanded to know how he got it.

"What's it to you?" he asked, disgusted that she'd found it.

"Plenty," his mother informed him. "I hope you're not into robbery or something terrible," she suggested.

"No way, mom," he said as he took the money from her.

When his father confronted him with more questions about the money that night, Ken got disgusted.

"Can't I have any privacy around here?" he demanded.

"It's not a matter of privacy," his father told him, "but we like to know what you're doing. I realize you're growing up and everything, Ken. But I don't want you getting money from some wrong source."

Again Ken told his father he'd been saving it a long, long time. Finally his father believed him and told him he appreciated the fact that Ken was so careful with the money that he'd been getting.

Once more the urge to find another girl possessed him. It wasn't going to be easy but he had to find somebody. It had been a week now since he'd had sex. And a week was a long, long time for Ken.

There was one girl who he did admire. But he figured it would not be easy to have anything to do with her. The neighbor girl had placed her clothes out on the line just that morning to dry. And he had seen her panties. He knew what she looked like in them, but just the same he wanted to see her bare-ass naked now more than ever.

When Ken's folks went away to a bridge party, he called her up and asked her if she'd like to come over.

"I'm doing some homework," she told him.

"That's okay," he told her, "but there's a horror movie coming on Channel 9. Wouldn't you like to come over and watch it with me?"

When she told him that she would, Ken figured that he at least had a chance to get better involved with her. As he caught sight of her as she came to the front door Ken couldn't help notice her tight-fitting panties. The outline of the hem stood out against her tight-fitting slacks. It really turned him on just looking at her. But it bothered the young, brown-haired girl who was standing there looking up at Ken as he looked down at her mid-section.

"Is something wrong?" she asked quite curiously.

"No… there isn't," he told her. "Come right in, Betty."

Betty came in and soon the two of them were watching television.

"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked her.

"What have you got?" she wanted to know.

"Oh, we've got Seven-Ups, Cokes, you name it," he told her.

"How about a Screwdriver?" she suggested with a slight smile forming about her lips.

"Oh, you're a booze-hound," he laughed.

"A good drink never hurt anybody," Betty told him.

Ken fixed her a Screwdriver. Mixing the orange juice and Vodka and adding the ice cubes, he carried the drink over to her.

"Why thank you," she told him.

When he had sat down beside her, he deliberately pressed next to her. Not looking at the television too much it became obvious to Betty that the only reason Ken had asked her over was to make out with her.

"That's nice," she quipped. "You asked me over here to look at a television show. And all you really wanted to do was to get fresh with me."

Ken shook his head.

"I just don't see any need for us to be so far apart on this sofa," he smiled.

Betty knew better. But she wasn't about to make a big fuss. Ken was a lot of fun and she figured it might not hurt if he did sit close. But beyond that, she didn't want anymore to happen.

"Just don't get any wrong ideas," Betty warned him.

Ken didn't say anything. But Betty was grinning impishly at him now and this excited him.

"I've often wished I could be as casual about sex as you chicks are," he told her.

Betty didn't know exactly what to say.

"Let's just look at the show. Is that all right?"

The two of them watched the movie. But it didn't take long before Ken's arm was wrapped around Betty. And then he was looking at her bosoms. Letting his hand reach out and gently press against the material of her blouse as he felt of her breasts, he told her how much he would like to see them.

"I came over here to look at television," she told him, "and now you want much more."

At this point he had to admit he did.

"I've admired you from afar," he told her.

"Look, you only live next door," Betty reminded him. "That's not so far."

"But that's too far apart for me," Ken said as his hands swept down to her crotch.

She put her hand on his and pulled it off.

"Quit touching me there," she said indignantly.

For a few moments Ken didn't do anything. And then he decided that he would try to entice her.

"I've got something for you," he told her.

Ken surprised her by unzipping his fly and reaching in to pull out his throbbing, long cock. As she looked at his penis she recognized he was indeed a man. A couple of times she had seen her brother's cock. But it was nowhere near as long as this.

"Wow!" Betty exclaimed as she gazed at his huge penis. "You really do have a big one, Ken."

"And it's a bit of a problem," he half-apologized. "I'm always wishing I could get it off."

A certain urge to play with his cock seized her. Yet she didn't touch him. She felt as though it would be very bold to do such a thing.

"Don't you want to play with me?" Ken finally asked as he reached for her hand and placed it on his cock.

Slowly Betty began stroking up and down the length of his shaft.

"Oh, that feels so good," he told her. "I love that."

Betty pulled up and down on his penis. She could see the tip of it starting to ooze cum.

"Why don't you really have some fun down there and lick it for me?" Ken suggested.

She kept a steady jack-off motion with her hand, not taking the foreskin up over the glans, but still knowing that the most pleasurable sensation for a man involved was feeling that his cock was totally enclosed. And once or twice she had played with her brother's penis. But now she was enjoying Ken's cock and wanted to take him all the way down her throat. She figured that would really be exciting, but she didn't want to have him think she was too bold.

"Would you like to suck on it?" he suggested.

She shook her head.

"Come on, give me a blow job," he begged.

Realizing that she was not experienced in such things made Betty fearful. She knew that good cock eating was something of an art, and she was apprehensive that she couldn't give him a good enough cock suck.

"Go on," he pleaded, "lick it for me."

She kept masturbating him and Ken began patting her pussy. Betty loved the sensation of his hands around her vagina, but she didn't want to tell him so. Finally he suggested that they go up to his room.

Ken stuffed his cock back in his shorts and zipped up his pants as the two of them walked upstairs to his bedroom. Once in his bedroom, Ken made sure that he closed the door and locked it. Betty was fearful. She wondered how much he would do.

"Maybe we should forget it, Ken," she suggested. "I… I don't think we would go through with it."

Ken was bound and determined he was going to have sex with her.

"You want it, Betty, and you know you do," he said, going over to her and clutching her close to him.

He pressed his huge penis against her and this did stimulate her.

"Just take off your clothes," he told her, "and then we'll make it together."

She was excited now and she wanted to see him naked.

"All right," Betty agreed.

The two of them undressed. When Ken walked toward beautiful Betty with his throbbing cock standing out in front of him she felt defenseless. She wanted him.

"I want to teach you how to suck," he told her, "and I know you will enjoy it once you learn."

Ken's fingers reached down and he rudely explored the slick, ready vagina. He let his finger wet itself in the froth that was bubbling out of her and began to worm and wiggle against her tiny puckered anal opening.

"Ohhh, don't do that," Betty begged him. "That isn't right."

He picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Then he eased his finger tip in her cunt again. Using the juice from her cunt he pulled out and let it slip to her ass crack. Sliding it back and forth in her asshole he got her so excited she was ready to do anything.

"Stop it," she begged as she felt the full length of his forefinger thrusting into the incredibly tight grip of her anal canal.

"What's the matter, Betty? Hasn't anyone ever shoved a hard cock up your hot little asshole before?"

Ken's finger was pulling at her, loosening her asshole as he spoke. Betty shook her head and closed her eyes as she became aware of the terrible filthy pleasure that it gave her to feel his finger exploring her anus.

"Ohhh, no," she said in shock. "Nobody would ever do such a thing. That isn't right, Ken."

The sound of the lovely brunette groaning seemed to excite Ken. His naked body pressed against hers as she could feel the stimulating length of his erect cock rubbing against her thigh. The punishing finger in her asshole began twirling again. She almost screamed when another hard finger began to press into her asshole beside it. Her body jerked on the bed as the double penetration of her tight rectum was completed. Her hands threshed out and for the first time she realized that he was determined to shove the awesome length of his cock up her asshole.

"Anything but that," she begged.

Ken looked down at his penis.

"Maybe you'd like to suck my prick off," he told her.

"No," she pleaded, "don't make me do such a thing."

The beautiful brunette looked away from him. Everything he was discussing was getting her angry. At that moment Betty felt the thick head of his cock slipping into her dripping vagina. For an instant Betty relaxed. He wasn't going to sodomize, her. Betty was sure that's what he wanted originally, but she heaved a sigh of relief as he plunged his prick in her cunt. He thrust it in a couple of times and then withdrew his cock.

"Please, please don't ever put that in my asshole," she begged.

"All right," he told her, "you can open your mouth. Ill fuck your face."

Ken rolled over on his back and motioned for Betty to take his cock.

"Suck me off, Betty," he told her as he drove forward to her mouth.

Betty gripped his penis at its base. Then he felt him slipping his slick cock in her mouth. He jabbed his thick rod into her throat mercilessly. She felt him driving deeper and she wondered how much of this she could take. The force of his thrust hurt her as he shoved against her throat. Yet it got him so excited that he seemed to be going out of his mind. Reaching down he gripped her head as he began pumping in earnest. Betty tried to pull away but he forced her down and kept driving it with wanton abandon.

"You've got to suck my prick," he told her excitedly. "Suck it off. Come on, suck it."

Betty found it difficult to satisfy him, but she built up a rhythm as she went up and down on his slippery, long shaft.

"Now you're doing it," he exclaimed excitedly. "Suck, suck!"

She kept her mouth moving up and down his slick, hard shaft as he reached out to grip her head and guide her. It was painful as he rammed it down her throat and she could hardly breathe. Betty tried to get him to stop but he wouldn't permit her to. Reaching out he gripped her bosoms. He pinched the nipples obscenely, enjoying the sight of her bobbing breasts as she sucked harder on his prick. The obscene words of "suck" and "eat my prick" got her excited as she closed her eyes and let him frantically fuck into her willing mouth.

"Play with my balls," he begged her. "Grab them. Squeeze them."

Reaching out Betty gripped his testicles. She massaged them tenderly. And then he told her that he expected even more. He shoved her off his prick and raised his hairy thighs up.

"Get down there and lick my ass," he begged her.

Betty was strangely drawn to do anything he asked her to at this instant. She placed her hand on his round, firm, sinewy buttocks, but as she brought her face to his behind she still couldn't bring herself to do what he expected.

"Ohhh, suck it, please, Betty, suck my asshole."

His words bubbled from his mouth. For a moment he saw her hesitate. And then he reached out to grip her head, shoving her down around his crotch. Hesitantly her tongue licked at his bare bottom. But that still wasn't enough to satisfy him. He wanted her to get right in his asshole and suck.

"Suck, suck, suck," he intoned. "Suck my asshole. Go ahead."

He could see her face reddening now as he forced her to extend her tongue and twirl it around his anus. He got so excited at this point he was barely able to stand it. His legs twitched as her hot tongue penetrated his squirming anus.