Claude tensed his body. He listened as the mattress springs squeaked out the progress of lust in the next room, then heard her moan in time to her own writhings. Oh, Elaine… Elaine… it's so good, yeah, so good. The voice trailed off. Claude shut his eyes. "Oh, yeah, fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me good!"
The twelve-year-old's hand traveled from where it rested on the mattress to his crotch. HIS boyish penis poked out stiff and straight from the folds of the flannel pajamas. He nestled the small bird in his fist, his wrist brushing the few pubic hairs that had begun to sprout on the skin surrounding the rod. His thumb pushed at the rounder side of the organ, while his index finger grasped the skin on the shaft's flattened side. His finger bent, and the knuckle rustled against the purplish ridge. He felt the blood surge inside. His testes, ached with mounting fire as they pumped blood through his cock.
His pinky nudged into the soft folds of the scrotal bag. The almonds inside bobbed as his fingertip sought out the buried stalk and jabbed it, causing his penis to twitch from its base.
The rhythm of his mother's bed springs was slow but steady, like a grinding march. She was coming closer to the the nightly completion that would end the coupling. The noises would then fade and then be replaced only by the snoring of Irene Parkins' dyke lover.
He thought of Elaine, of her body. The form of it became clear in his mind once again, as it did every time he masturbated. She was not unfeminine, no matter how hard she tried to be. Her hair was short, cut sharply with thin bangs. But she was slim, tall, and her dress – at least when she would come from work at the insurance agency – would be modern and attractive. Her hair was the same color – deep chestnut – as her eyes. Her face was unmarked by lines, and as far as Claude could tell when he was twelve, she appeared to be younger than other women of her age, which was thirty-five.
He imagined his mother under the assault of Elaine's manipulations. He imagined her finger crawling into the cuntal opening through the small forest of pubic hair. His thumb pressed down on the few strands above the rising of his childish phallus.
"Suck me, suck me," he heard his mother cry, her voice frantic. She bumped her buttocks against the mattress, which thumped under her. The frame of the bed slid closer against the dividing wall.
Sometimes he could hear the slurping of his mother's tongue on Elaine or Elaine's tonguing of his mother's pussy. Tonight he just heard the sighing that became a high-pitched squeal, almost electronic to his ears, as Elaine stationed her head between his mother's sprawled limbs and applied her lips and tongue to her sex.
"Hmmnn…" His mother's voice again. He saw the back of Elaine's head as if from overview. Her head covered the patchwork of hair as she dove down. In his mind's eye, she rolled her mouth and teeth back and forth upon his mother, the tongue half out and half in her mouth as it licked the folds of labial skin. He had never seen his mother nude, but Elaine made a practice of walking naked past the door of his room when he had left it ajar. He heard them argue about it sometimes.
His major knowledge of female anatomy came from the pornographic magazines that were always strewn about the house. There was a stack of them in the corner of their room. Endless close-ups in color of the female genitalia. Women with their mouths inches away from and upon the lips of the gash…
Irene Parkins drilled the fingertips of both her hands into Elaine's skull, so that her lover's agile tongue jammed into her, and she felt the pressure of Elaine's teeth as they rammed into her lips. The other woman twisted her lips and now pressed enamel and gum over the raw-pink flesh. Her forefinger edged under her mouth and she rolled its tip over the inflated clitoris. At first the touch was light, but the pressure became rougher with each forward thrust of Irene's pelvis. Her hipbone jabbed the side of Elaine's mouth. Her buttocks stiffened, the muscles of the ass cheeks compacting and moving closer together, hiding the crack between.
Elaine pulled herself away from Irene's cunt. Her lips dragged over the smooth terrain of Irene's body. The younger woman's flesh was pale, the color of cream. Her hips were broad, but they curved in sharply at the waist. Her breasts were large, the red-brown nipples sharply erected even before Elaine set her open mouth down on one, then the other.
Elaine blew down softly on the first tit, and the cool air over her drying saliva burned Irene pleasurably. She raised her ass from the bed, then let her firm muscles sag into the mattress. She spread her legs further apart and dug her heels down as she braced herself for the fingering that Elaine so much enjoyed giving her. The older woman's index finger combed through the pubic garden, sliding down over the button until it pushed into the yielding cleft. The walls were soft and wet. She forced the finger in until the lips closed in at the base.
She pulled the finger out and wiped the lubricating mist over the labial folds. She pushed down hard on the clitoral ridge, bending her finger at the knuckle and rolling it back and forth, pressing it into the soft meat of Irene's inner thighs. She gripped Irene's ass and lifted her lover's hips, then pushed her own legs under Irene's cunt, so that her thighs touched the hemispheres of Irene's buttocks, which she let rest upon her legs. Leaning forward to take Irene's left nipple in her mouth, she pushed up on the breast with the back of her hand. Her tongue lashed the aureole into pebble-hard erection. Irene's bush covered her own clit and Irene was stroking her back. Her fingers started at Elaine's shoulder, then traced the curve of her body, passed the cones of her breasts, zeroed in to the small of her back. Elaine thrust out her pelvis and rolled her belly against Irene's. She jammed her stomach hard, and her labial folds rubbed through the tuft of hair. Irene's right hand moved to the crack of her ass, and she separated the two hillocks. Elaine winced as the skin above the division almost tore.
Irene caught the cheeks of Elaine's ass in her hands. Her fingers folded and her nails bit down on the flesh, now relaxed and un-muscled. She then repositioned herself so that she was on her knees, and bent down so that her breasts swayed above and onto Irene's. She took her right breast in her two hands and aimed the stiffened nipple at the center of Irene's aureole. Tiny buds formed inside the ruby circle as the tits collided. Irene smiled as she looked down and saw the small jewel, inside of which beads had formed.
Elaine drew her body up on the bed, her cunt just below Irene's. Irene wrapped her hands around Elaine's upper thighs, the thumbs hooked into her cunt. She tugged at the moist lips, which spread easily, and began to rub at the clitoris.
Elaine lowered her head and sunk her mouth onto Irene's pubic mound. Reflexively her tongue's tip wagged over the labial skin, and she sought out the clitoral button. When Irene's whispered "Oh!" told her she had found it, she circled the ridge with the end of her tongue. At last she began to flag her tongue from side to side. The slight pressure drove pleasure through Irene in spasms. She reached for her left breast and squeezed her own tit. Her body was in a fetal position as she relaxed for Elaine's continued sucking.
Her left hand moved slowly toward her crotch, while her thumb pressed inside the inverted cone of her navel. She ground her hips, pushing her pelvis deeper and then pulling it away from Irene's mouth. Irene covered the edges of her teeth with her lips, cushioning them. Now she sucked in at the folds and the clit and even at the gap itself.
Elaine reached down under her thighs and took Irene's head in her hands. She forced her so hard against her pubic arch that the fragile cartilage there ached with the pressure. Irene's tongue moved inside the cleft itself, which was salty with the hormonal sweat. Her own saliva mixed with the vaginal lubrication. She poked the first two joints of her forefinger inside the box and flexed it against the walls. Her second finger crawled behind, under the arch, and peeked inside the rear passageway. Elaine bucked her pelvis forward as she felt Irene's finger press at her anus. The nail dug into the constricted sphincter.
Irene opened her hands and jammed the bases of her fingers against her lover's jagged hipbones. Elaine moved back at the signal, and Irene inhaled, heaving her breasts up against the hairy crotch. Irene turned her body so that her left breast forced its tit inside the hole. She arched her spine, and the tit moved inside the first inch of Elaine's hole. The aureole retreated, now covered with lubrication.
Elaine pushed up on her knees and began to roll her hips in Irene's face. Irene licked at the juicy puckered vaginal lips. She knew Elaine was close to cuming. She turned her cheek against the moist cunt. "No, Elaine, not yet, please, not yet… Let's use the dick." She waited as Elaine's fingertips dug hard against her head, as she tried to stop the almost automatic swaying of her hips and rubbing of her sex.
Elaine got up and walked quickly to the bureau and pulled out the bottom drawer. The plastic dildo scratched against the wood as she took it out. She handled it as though awed. She offered it to Irene, who stood and wrapped the belt around herself. The erection pointed up at a forty-five-degree angle. It was thick, almost an inch in diameter, and the ringed plastic was pulled back from the bottom of the bell. It was colored an unlifelike pink.
Elaine clutched the bedposts at either side of her, readying herself for the assault, her arms stretched wide, her crotch exposed. Irene raised one knee to the bed and then fell forward. The long artificial phallus brushed over Elaine's breasts, then slid up and jammed into the side of her neck.
Elaine knew what was coming next. Irene reached forward and grasped her head. Elaine opened her mouth wide and took the head of the instrument in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the plastic dome, and she almost chipped her upper front teeth as she bit down hard upon what was supposed to be the foreskin. A rubber sac with two small balls hung from the root. The hard billiards inside the scrotum bobbed as Elaine sifted the rubber sheath between her forefinger and thumb.
Elaine pushed her mouth up on the instrument, and half of it filled her mouth. The plastic had no taste but that of her own saliva. Her tongue hesitated in the slight grooves that represented the rings that spiral up a penile shaft.
Irene moved back and spread her legs around her lover's, her knees implanted outside and just above Elaine's. She sampled her lover's wetness with her hand, then stretched the lips apart and coated the clitoris once again with her pussy juice.
The head was, too large for Elaine's cunt, even when her legs spread wider and Irene's finger stretched the opening for the attack. She lunged forward into the hole, but the plastic just smashed at the lips. Elaine grimaced. She raised her hips off the mattress as Irene pushed forward again, and this time the phallus spread the folds and slipped inside to the glans line.
Irene reached behind herself and pulled at the elastic belt that kept the weapon fastened. The rubber snapped back to her rear and she pushed forward, deeper inside Elaine. "Oh… ah!" Elaine exclaimed as the penetration continued. She felt as though she were exploding from the center. The massive hunk of plastic plowed through, widening the hollow. She was dry inside. Only when the dildo started to pull back toward the opening did the walls begin to moisten, covering the tissue with a soft, sweet rain.
Irene surged forward, and this time she was deeper inside of Elaine with the tool than she had ever been before. This was only the fourth time she had used it on her partner; before they had always used a smaller rubber phallus. She reached below and pushed the tip of her forefinger inside the cunt, and she felt the grease that covered the inner walls as they sought to fold in on the hulk of the dildo.
Now the coupling began in earnest. Elaine's fingers pressed into the hollow at the small of Irene's back. Elaine waited while the plastic prick filled her. The way was easier with each heavy stroke of rod through sheath Elaine was stuffed with the thickness of the instrument.
Her body began to reel with the force of each thrust. As she brought her back down again to the mattress, the dildo almost slid out of the hole, but Irene wrenched forward and crammed her almost to the womb.
Elaine forced her stomach up against the rod, which dove deep through the tunnel. Irene pushed herself up on the palms of her hands. She shot forward again, and each time she moved inside Elaine, the intervals separating the penetrations were shorter, until the rhythm was a frenetic tango. Elaine reared her head to bite at Irene's shoulder as she plunged forward with the first of the climactic bursts that drove Elaine's frenzy to completion. Irene's legs shot out, and under her Elaine raised her limbs off the bed and bounced them against the mattress. The walls of her cunt dilated, leaving the plastic tube uncovered inside her until they dosed in again, this time tighter than before. Irene's thumbs pushed into the fleshy sides of Elaine's breasts, and her own bosom pushed out to touch and then cover them.
Her rear shook convulsively. She bit her lower lip. "Uh… uh…" she grunted as she forced herself further and further inside.
"Get me my cigarettes, will ya, hon." Elaine said softly in the aftermath. Irene rose off the bed, for a moment covering her breasts with the edge of the white sheet, but then dropping the pose as she reached forward into Elaine's bag and retrieved a pack of Chesterfields.
Claude could feel the pulse of the blood inside his penis. A torrent seemed to circulate up to the head. He yanked on the shaft, and the bottom of his closed fist pushed down on the wrinkled scrotum. He was pushing up and pulling down so fast now that he jammed the delicate testes, and he felt a slow ache in the pit of his stomach.
A droplet of semen had formed on the tip of the dome, and a sticky white streak now covered the tiny slit. The inside of the covering skin caught some of the moisture and, as he brought the skin down the shaft, the goo intensified the friction of the glans against skin.
At last he felt the swelling below the stalk, inside the bag, and he knew he was going to cum. He lifted his hips off the bed and pushed the flannel pajama bottoms toward his thighs. They were at his knees when he relaxed his buttocks. His hand, aching with fatigue, grabbed the pole midway and began again. The covers were off, and he looked down at his sparse growth of hair that surrounded the instrument's base, feeling admiration for his new manhood.
The whole of his crotch went ticklish for a fraction of an instant before the gummy fluid started to shoot out, and now splotches of white beat began to land on his belly, his thighs, and on the sheets by his body. A glob of cum flew onto the back of his right hand as it pumped furiously. He heard his breathing, a sore rasp, over the sounds in his mother's room. In his brain he saw his mother sending the huge fake penis into Elaine, the enormous dildo he bad seen when he went through her drawers. The last strokes of hand over phallus were slow, longing, as if to draw out his childish orgasm. He sank back into the bed, and the twisted sheet cooled the small of his back.
Awake, he heard only voices in the next room. Elaine was speaking in a normal tone, but his mother whispered. He heard his name mentioned, but he could not decipher the sentence into which it fit. The reference frightened him. He stiffened and relaxed only a few minutes later. Images formed in his mind. He thought of the humiliations of the afternoon. He saw Elaine, her tongue crawling from the corner of her mouth to wipe the lower lip glossy with saliva. His whole mind was sucked into the outline of the image, then drowned in her eyes, themselves surrounded by heavy blue-black mascara circles…
Soundlessly he had entered the apartment by the front door. Five-thirty, read the wall clock. He had sat reading in the library until five, when it closed, in order to postpone the inevitable.
Elaine was already home, reading the newspaper on the couch in the front room. Her working clothes were already discarded, and she was clad only in a bra and bikini panties. A few strands of pubic hair peeked out of the vee of the underpants. Claude cursed himself for his susceptibility to her partial nudity, and he wondered if she noticed the small erection straining at the fabric of his trousers.
"Oh, hello, Claude…" Elaine turned her head and looked into the kitchen, where Irene was already fixing dinner. "Claude's home," she said loudly, making herself heard over the full force of the tap water.
Irene's eyebrows flexed questioningly as she turned the faucet off, but her query was answered when Claude moved into the kitchen and into her sight. She dropped her dishrag into a sinkful of water and opened her arms. The boy blinked as she crushed him inside the embrace. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she said over his shoulder, addressing her son and her lover.
The screen of the dream distorted, bent, and now, later in the evening – outside, past the curtains, the sun was gone – he tightened his muscles, and his buttock cheeks rustled against the sheet below him. Rivulets of sweat beaded down his slender arms, and his breathing was strained…
He stood in the middle of the living room, separated from Elaine by the mosaic coffee table, his mother at his side. "Don't you want us to see you, Claude? There might be something wrong with your wee-wee, and if there is, you want us to take you to a doctor, don't you?" Elaine's voice was honey-sweet and honey-soft.
"But there's nothing wrong…" began the objection inside his brain, but his lips only squirmed in movement, and he heard no speech from them.
"I'll tell you what I'll do, Claudie." She looked down at the neck of the terry-cloth robe into which she had changed after her shower. Claude knew she had nothing on beneath the garment, and from the side he had even seen a flash of the cone as it ended in a round red tit, jutting sharply. Even now he could see the outline of the taut circle. "I'll take off my clothes, and you'll take yours off. O.K.?" He looked uncertainly at his mother, but he could not read from her facial expression the content of her mood. He knew, instinctively, that she was totally dependent upon Elaine for approval.
"You help him, Irene."
His mother's fingers were slow as she pulled at the collar button of his shirt, then at the row even with it. Nervously she drew on the belt, tugging the snake from inside the metal clasp. She unhooked the small silver apparatus at the top of the zipper. "Get the zipper, love," directed Elaine, and now Irene slid the hook down over the obstruction of Claude's small, now frozen penis. The slender stick pushed out through the folds of the cotton, and Elaine bit sensuously into her lower lip. Now his mother hooked her thumbs under the waist of the slacks, and she pushed the pants toward his knees in one sweep, almost stumbling to the carpeted floor as she did.
His mother's hands were gentle as she moved his undershirt against his narrow chest, over his shoulders, and then his face. She was sweating. It was compounded by a second odor that mingled with the first, a salty, tangy sweat.
He was naked. True to her promise, Elaine rose, letting the sides of the robe open on her generous nudity. He saw the melons pour out, and his eyes widened when he saw the aureoles, erected into stiffness. She turned her hands toward her shoulders and brushed the fabric against them. She hunched her arms, and the robe slid off. He noticed his mother inhale deeply, almost sigh, at Elaine's nakedness.
Elaine pushed up on the undersides of her full breasts with her open palms. She raised the slopes of the breasts and made them larger against her chest. She inhaled, and her ribs were prominent. She spread her legs, and the tawny down of pubic hair barely covered the slick folds of her cunt. Her right hand moved from her right breast, the wrist grazing the curve of her body as she drove past the spreading hips inside to her crotch. Now the fingertips danced through the hair, combing it, until her forefinger seized hold of a sliver of raw-pink flesh, moistened by lubrication she drew from her cunt with her fingertip.
She stroked the front of her belly above the overturned base of the triangle, and the pale skin between the navel and pubic hair was streaked with moisture. She threaded a few silk strands on the spool of her index finger. The legs were planted firmly apart. She thrust her pelvis forward invitingly.
"See?" She moved closer. She kneeled to his side, and the flat of her hand pushed against Irene's thigh motioning her backward. "Now… let's see your stick." He was hard. She pressed her thumb against it halfway down its length. The blood pumped with force against the pressure. She dug her nail into the ringed flesh, drawing it down from the phallic head. Claude sighed deeply. She let her thumb slide down the underside of the prick until it jammed into the scrotal sac between the two balls. A low groan escaped the boy's throat, and he looked down to see Elaine staring up at him, her face transformed to an eerie, beauty by a satisfied smile.
Her fingers clamped on his cock. She ground her thumb against the base, twining the few strands that laced the skin. He knew what would come. He shut his eyes, but all he could see was the image of the nudity his lids had just shut out his sight zoomed close-up on a diamond tit, grainy pin-sized erections within the larger red circle…
Her other hand moved around his hips. She clenched the firm but un-muscled cheek in her hand and squeezed hard. Her fingernails scratched and drew blood from the flesh, but all he could feel was the surging tide inside his cock. He pushed his stomach forward and almost lost his balance, but her hand tightened on the cheek. He wrenched back and forth as the cream squirted out of the rip on the head, and her fingers were merciless as they squeezed it out. He blinked and looked down at her face. Her eyes glowed as the spurts of semen jumped into the air. A glob of the hot milk landed on her lower lip, and her teeth closed in on the lip, and her tongue licked greedily at the fluid, now hidden…
The sound of his own bedsprings woke Claude. He twisted his pillow. His hips forced themselves deep into the pliant rubber flesh of the mattress as they bounced. New juice covered the flaps of the pajama crotch. He was half-awake, and his hands had not touched the organ. Dreamily he pulled himself into consciousness. With wonder his forefinger touched the puddle of white liquid that obscured his pubic hairs. He knew his chest vibrated with heavy breathing. He wondered how he had cum. Slowly he remembered the dream. Slowly, his head aching with fantasy become sudden reality, he remembered the afternoon, Elaine wiping the drying sperm off his skin with toilet paper…