Back in the hotel Joey's sisters were still banging their three well picked studs. Jack Hayes was liberally shoving cold cream into Cindy's tight hung hole. He'd already had both girls in their mouths and pussies and now aimed for something different. Mr. Butler and the desk clerk were busy balling Suzie in two holes on the other bed and Jack would have loved to join them and give the girl a little in her anus too. But one look at the girl's tiny tight rose bud told him he was way too big for her. After all, he didn't want to hurt her permanently.
Only once before had Cindy been able to talk a boy into cornholing her. So when Jack asked her for the cold cream she gave a cry of joy and sprang to the dresser to get it. Quickly she handed the big stud the jar and flopped prone on the bed, her knees under her and her firm rounded bottom pointing expectantly at her partner. Quickly she spread her ass cheeks wide with her hands, giving him plenty of room to work.
"Hurry, Jack, please hurry. I haven't been ass fucked in so long. Please cornhole me, please hurry," she urged anxiously. And a second later she felt his thick horny finger stick firmly into her anus. At first even that hurt and seemed too large for such a little porthole. But as he shoved it back and forth more quickly and ruthlessly, spreading the cold cream over the edge and into her body, she began to loosen up."
"That's good Jack, that's good. Even your finger feels good. Promise me you'll, uh, uh, get all of it in Jack. Be sure you get all your root, uh, in when you, uh, uh, fuck it."
Jack didn't need encouragement. He had two fingers in now and was finger fucking her asshole vigorously. Cindy felt happy and glowing with well-being despite the occasional pain his rough fingers caused. She glanced over at the other bed and noted the two studs excitedly cramming their prods into Suzie's willing mouth and cunt.
Maybe they could do that to me, too, with Jack in my back door, she thought excitedly, if they're not too spent. Three in three holes. God would that be good. Cindy's imagination drifted wildly. She'd never had three men in her at the same time, but biddy had often told her how great it was. Maybe tonight she could pull it off.
On the other bed she saw her little sister writhing madly under the two grown men. She was going through one orgasm after another, though the two studs cocks were still hard as steel. Suzie's ecstatic moans and screams were clearly audible and for a passing moment Cindy feared that they'd wake their brother in the next room.
But all fears were forgotten when she felt her bunghole suddenly free of the thick fingers and a single thick prod pushing against it. Knowing it would hurt, she relaxed her muscles as best she could. She felt the thick knot slowly pass the petals of her rosebud. But it wasn't in yet, just the very tip of the head. "It's so warm and firm, Jack, push harder. Get it in, Jack." As best she could, she pressed her ass back toward him, trying to help.
"It's gonna hurt, Cindy," said Jack steadily. "I'm awfully big for you. You ready?"
"And willing. I know it's big, the biggest meat I've ever seen. Now drive it home, Jack ohhhh… ah, huh, no Jack it does hurt. Oh, oh, oh… oh, stop… oh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted as the big man pounded at the small resisting hole like a pile driver. With one hand, Cindy supported herself on the rocking bed. The other helped Jack hold his cock firmly on target. With thrust after pounding thrust he hammered the bulbous end against the tight little rosette.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh… it hurts, uh… uh… hurt… uh, uh. Oh, oh, you're getting it. It's getting in. Oh, oh, oh… it's hurting me, Jack. Oh, oh, uh, uh, God it hurts, it hurts, it's coming in. I can feel it. Oh, it's too big, too… oh, oh, oh, ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ahhh, ah, ah, oh… it's in Jack. The knob's in. It's inside me," she gasped happily, pain racking her rectum.
"Oh, it hurts, Jack. It's so huge. Oh, wait, Jack. Don't do anything for a minute. Let me get used to it."
Holding himself back with an effort, the Bell Captain resisted further penetration, the whole of his large shaft still projecting out of the teenager's ass. Slowly Cindy rotated her tail around the end of the cock. It was the biggest thing the young girl had ever had pass that hole. Furtively she wished Suzie had already finished so she could take some Polaroid's. Cindy wanted to remember this in detail.
"All right, Jack," said the girl finally. "I'm ready. Go on."
Steadily the big man began to shove the meat in a couple of inches and back in out in a slow steady rhythm.
"No, Jack, harder. Shove it all the way in. I want every inch of it. Don't you, you cocksucker, be just using a couple of inches."
"Sure you can take it, little one?" the man asked smiling, not sure how much she could manage. "You had some trouble with that entry."
"You promised me, Jack. You promised. Now shove it all in or get out and let someone else do it. You… ahh, my Goooood." She screamed at the top of her voice, falling forward on the bed, "ohhhh, uhhmmmmm, uh, oh, uh, I ah…" Spontaneously the girl stuck her face deep in the pillow trying to muffle the screams of pain and joy she was unable to control, The cock felt like a red hot soldering iron jammed full length into her bowels. Never before had she felt such pain, but every bit was accompanied by desire and pleasure.
Jack had given one huge lunge and buried himself deep in the teenage bowels. He stopped to let her gain control again as her ass jerked in agony around the huge piston. Finally Cindy's moans quit and gingerly she reached back to feel their junction. Her fingers found her asshole and slid back along the couple of inches of cock still exposed.
"It's still not all the way," she gasped, ignoring the raging pain, "you promised me all the way if I'd let you in."
"Afraid I'd hurt you. How do you feel?"
"My bung hole feels like it's been ripped to shreds and my bowels ache. I've got so much pecker in there I feel like I'm going to vomit. I know I'll have to shit when it comes out. Now do like I said and get it all in there. Then keep fucking it in until you come. Okay?"
Jack only grunted. Bracing himself he shoved once, twice and then a third time before the huge dong finally plowed to its roots in the white flesh. Cindy was screaming again into the pillow, her bum jerking wildly. And it had been painful for the Bell Captain also, to breach such a tight hole,
From behind Jack began now to fuck vigorously and mercilessly. Cindy's screams of pain excited him even more, making his thick shaft grow even greater. The girl turned her head to look up at him. Her pretty face was contorted and strained. Bit hot tears rolled freely down her face.
"It hurts so much, Jack," she gasped between thrusts. "it's too big. It hurts. Don't atop. It's so good, you bastard. It's good. It hurts me so, you son of a bitch. You, ah, ah, ahhhh, noOOO, ah, oh…" she yelled full voice again, burying her face once more in the pillow. Jack had doubled his efforts, this time deliberately trying to cause her discomfort and misery.
The slimy thick cock pumped repeatedly in and out of Cindy's tight asshole, every shove bringing a scream of pain or delight. But the seventeen-year-old stuck with it, thrusting her ass back to meet his expected attacks. Her fingers dug deep into the bed, tearing the sheets. "Oh, hurt, hurt, hurt," she moaned, "oh, ah, ah, ah, ohhhh."
Jack looked down at his huge pecker as he ground it mercilessly into the teenager's rump. It was covered with cold cream and shit, a beautiful tawny color against her lily white hips. Excited he felt his organ grow to its greatest hugeness. His ears were filled with Cindy's tortured screams. With determination he rammed it in harder and swifter. And with each shove the brunette's body lunged forward, twitching violently and spastically. She was sobbing uncontrollably in pain. She was delirious with lust. Suddenly the seventeen-year-old felt her bowels fill with surging hot liquid from the huge peter. His hot lava filled her stretched intestines, shooting deep into her body. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhh," she screamed into the tear stained pillow.
Instinctively she dug her knees into the bed, trying to climb away from the jetting cock. But all her wriggling struggles only screwed the bursting tool harder into her bowels as the huge snake swelled to twice its size and spewed huge globs of steaming burning venom into her unprotected intestines. Cindy had never known such pleasure and agony.
But finally the hot charges began to diminish and the wild heavings of her body subsided. At last her screams ceased and her tears stopped. Dizzy, she relaxed against the bed, the spent dork still plugged firmly inside her. Even soft it felt huge in her bowels. Her stomach ached with churning hot sperm. Gently she reached back and felt her burning hole and Jack's warm soft prod. His balls were still pressed firmly against her smooth bottom.
"It felt so good, Jack," she said at last, some of her strength returning. "Did you like it?" I think it was the best fuck I've ever had."
"It was great, Cindy," the big man panted, his tan hairy body resting lightly on her smooth creamy flesh. "You're absolutely a great lay."
"Is there any blood?" she asked lovingly. "Did we tear anything?"
With an effort he raised up and looked at the junction of his cock and Cindy's distorted anus. "Yes, a little. I think we tore you bunghole a little. Doesn't look too bad though. I don't think it's anything serious."
"Good," she murmured contentedly, "I want you to do it to me some more tonight. And don't take it out without warning me. I'm going to have to shit a lot and I don't want to mess the bed."
"Right," he said, leaning forward and kissing her on the shoulder. They recuperated still locked together, watching the action on the other bed soon grind to a close.
Both the other studs had their cocks simultaneously in Suzie's mouth. The young girl had to stretch wide and breath deeply to accommodate them. And really it wasn't that much fun for her, except for the idea of having those two greedy sausages ramming at the same time into one opening. What a story to tell Liddy. The desk clerk started to come, and stimulated by the sight of the hot thick fluid streaming into the fourteen-year-olds stretched mouth, Mr. Butler climaxed too.
With the two huge dicks pumping honey into her mouth, Suzie could hardly keep from choking. Large streams of come poured over her lips and down her chin, and then some erupted from her nose. She loved it, and knowing that she did, Cindy grabbed the Polaroid with an effort, Jack's soft root still securely in her rectum. Just in time she shot some pictures that her sister would treasure for her scrap book.
Now the two teenagers relaxed on their beds, surrounded by the men they had longed for. Fortunately, not until both had finished their screwing, did the telephone ring. Cindy moved to grab the receiver, but slowly enough that Jack's limp peter remained securely in place. She knew it was Daddy.
"Hi," she said, not having to take an exhausted voice after their night's recreation, "Cindy Smith here,"
It was a few moments before she spoke again. "That's all right, Daddy, we weren't sleeping too well anyway. We'd been just a teeny bit worried when you hadn't called. "It's so late," she added glancing at the clock, "after four already. We were afraid you might have gotten into trouble."
"No, no trouble Cindy," came the steady deep voice at the other end. "But one of our boys came across a pattern in the murders you've read about. He realized that each was separated by an interval of exactly nine days, or multiples of nine. That means that there should be another abduction this coming Wednesday. And we're working pretty hard to find something before then."
"Oh, any new clues, Daddy?" asked the girl eagerly. She was excited again by the case and needed to know anything that turned up which might point to the stranger on the motorcycle.
"Not a thing, sweetheart. We're just spending more hours busting our heads against a brick wall, it seems."
"It just seems so futile, Dad… uh, oh, oh," screamed the young girl in pain. Jack's spent cock had begun to awaken again and ignoring the girl's other activities he had begun slowly once more to pump it in and out of her torn bunghole. And this time it seemed to hurt even more, her tender cave rubbed raw by the first cornholing.
"What's the matter, darling," came Daddy's quick response, "what's happened?"
"Nothing Daddy," the girl rasped, trying to relax her muscles enough to accommodate her stud. She certainly didn't want to discourage him. "I just stubbed my toe, oh… it hurts. You know, Daddy, I'm not used to a strange room. Didn't look where I was going."
"You sure?" was the immediate reply. "And how's Joey?"
"He's just fine," the girl managed to gasp calmly, the huge mushroom again starting to vigorously explore her bowels. "And Suzie is fine too. Here, she wants to talk to you." Quickly she tossed the receiver across to the other bed and buried herself in the pillow to muffle her cries and moans. The huge dong was again shoving mercilessly and rhythmically into her sweating rosebud.
But even Suzie had her problems talking. Languidly she had held the last of the two men's come in her mouth, savoring its taste and trying not to swallow. Her voice was choked and hoarse when she spoke on the phone.
"What's the matter with you now?" came her father's concerned query when he heard his daughter's rough voice.
"Nothing Daddy," Suzie replied gamely, "just think I'm coming down with a cold maybe. I feel a little hoarse."
"You sure sound like it. Take care of yourself. Stay in bed tomorrow if you need to." Suzie smiled at this sage advice and glanced at the three men she'd like to have in bed with her while she supposedly recovered. But tomorrow there was important business at the State Records Building. The murder case came first.
"Well, do as you think best," he continued, "and I'll let you get back to sleep. I'll expect you by eight tomorrow evening. If you have any car problems and can't make it, call me."
"Will do, Daddy. And we'll look after Joey. He's got an early breakfast to go to," she said glancing at the clock. "We've got to get him up pretty soon so we can get clear across town. Bye-bye." Suzie hung up the receiver again and sighed. How she would have liked to ask to spend another night with these hard rutting pricks. But they'd been lucky to get away one night from the protective eye of their father and she knew it.
"All right then, fellows," Cindy said, eyeing the two men resting beside her sister, "if you can get it up again I want it, one of you in my cunt and the other in my mouth while Jack here plows my rear end again. Can you manage it?"
In response the two horny men grinned and joined her on the bed. They'd had sufficient time while Suzie was on the phone to get their peckers up one more time. The desk clerk slipped easily into Cindy's pussy and Mr. Butler her mouth. But before the hotel manager got his sausage rammed home, the pretty seventeen-year-old had time to tell her sister to use the Polaroid.
A little later when Joey finally got home with an unexpected friend, that was how he found his two sisters. Through the crack he allowed in the door he saw Cindy being lucked vigorously in three holes by three different cocks while Suzie took the pictures. Good sharp intimate pictures that the two girls could enjoy later and share with Liddy.
Joey watched eagerly at the fucking his sister was getting. It was the best he'd ever seen. At the same time his friend raised her eyes in astonishment at the actions of the two teenage girls.
Joey had left the night club with the two strippers and they had let him off at "The Mixer." Sally got out of the car first and had a few words with the doorman. He looked at her and Joey both, then laughed. "Sure," he said briskly, "be glad to look after the kid. Hey Annie," he called to one of the waitresses, "show this kid to one of the side tables where people won't notice him and give him all the Cokes he wants-on the house."
The eleven-year-old turned and thanked the pretty blonde. Neither of the girls thought he'd find anything there, but at least she was trying to help. "I'll be back in ten years when I am old enough," he whispered to the dancer. Quickly she bent down and kissed him fully on the lips, taking a moment to stroke his covered prick gently.
"I'll be waiting. You have good luck tonight Joey," she said and hurried back to their car. Joey followed the waitress inside. She led him to a table in the corner of the large dark room, returning in a moment with a glass of Coke.
"The Mixer" consisted of a long dark room full of small square tables. At one end was an intimately lit dance floor and at the other a bar. In between, where the customers sat, it was difficult to see anything clearly. The music was supplied by a juke box, which most of the time the management played. The tables were occupied by men or women. As each record began some of the men would get up and ask a girl to dance. Sometimes they'd stay only for one song and other times they'd dance several records together, in a close hug. Then both would return to the girl's table where they'd have another drink. After talking quietly they'd leave. It didn't take much imagination for Joey to realize where these couples headed.
Though the child had no idea how to dance he got up several times and went to tables where a woman sat alone. Carefully he'd introduce himself and explain that he didn't know how to dance but that he thought they were really beautiful and would like to talk to them.
Invariably they'd let him sit with them awhile and he'd make his play. Generally they just laughed affectionately when he asked them to fuck with him, though occasionally they were surprised and looked insulted. In any case, each time he was refused one way or another.
Joey sat in "The Mixer" throughout the evening, but as time wore on be became more and more discouraged. There were always more women than men-some pretty and-and some ugly, some young and some old. And as some of the girls would leave, others would soon take their place. But Joey was unable to hit his mark with any of them. It was obvious they just simply considered him too young, not matter how horny they were.
Sleepily he glanced at the small watch his father had given him for Christmas. Three-forty. Another twenty minutes and the place would close. The crowd had thinned considerably in the last hour and carefully he studied the remaining women, In the dim light it was impossible to see what they looked like, but by a gesture or the way they danced maybe he could tell something about them. He needed one that was really super horny and desperate.
Intently he tried to see what a girl across the room from him looked like. She'd been sitting there for over three hours and had been asked to dance several times. But each time she'd been returned to her table unwanted.
Maybe she was ugly or too old or had bad breath. Joey didn't know, but if she'd been there that long she must be desperate. And Joey too was desperate. He didn't care what she looked like or how old she was, as long as she fucked. The young boy was just about to get up and make a play for her when she rose, put on her coat, and headed for the exit.
Fortunately the door leading out was near his table and the child was ready to intercept her with some meaningful lust filled comment. But whatever it was he planned to say he forgot when the woman passed by close enough for him to see her clearly. He was astonished. He recognized her. There was no mistake. But what was she doing in a place like this? Quickly he grabbed his jacket and followed after.
The eager boy trotted along for nearly half a block before he mustered up courage to call after her. "Wait, Miss Kuim," he hollered anxiously, running up to the tall figure. The woman stopped, obviously startled, and turned quickly to look down into the young boy's beaming face.
"Why, Joey Smith, what in the world are you doing here? Why on earth are you out at this time of night?"
Joey studied Miss Kuim carefully. As the Rockford High School gym teacher for the last several years she had gained a reputation for stern primness and a complete lack of interest in men. But, like the Smith girls, this had been a front for her reputation. At least on her summer vacations, if not more often, she liked to enjoy the company of eager men, Her only problem was often not being able to attract any with her plane face and boyishly slender figure.
"Same thing you're doing, Miss Kuim," Joey answered finally in a smug voice. "I was in ‘The Mixer' looking for a pick-up."
"Why, Joey Smith, how could you say such a thing? I… I was in there. But just for a moment. I wanted to see what such a place was like. I had absolutely no interest in meeting anybody there."
The eleven-year-old moved closer and gazed admiringly at the long slim athletic legs revealed by the very short skirt. Though she had boyish hips and no chest to speak of, her legs were well shaped and her figure well proportioned. Though no beauty, for a woman in her early forties, she was still good enough to fuck.
"You were in there longer than just a moment, Miss Kuim. And you danced with several men, dry fucking them, though none of them took you home. And you were too looking for what I was looking for-a lay."
Miss Kuim drew a startled breath and stared at the boy in astonishment. She was concerned that her reputation back in Normasburg would be ruined. "What were you doing there, Joey?" she finally demanded in a stern voice, adopting her authoritarian manner in an effort to cover her own guilt. "Where are your sisters? You're not here alone."
"No ma'am, my sisters are back at the hotel getting their brains Lucked out by some of the hotel employees. Just like you'd like be be doing."
"Joey, such language. Don't speak to me like that," she reprimanded quickly. Then quietly she thought for a moment. Obviously she'd been caught and was going to have to play the child's game, at least for a while. She didn't want him talking when he got back home.
"First of all, Joey," she continued carefully, "I'm sure your fine sisters would not be doing any such thing as you suggested. And second, even if I were looking for a companion for the evening, it wouldn't be for such activities as those. I don't know what gave you such an idea. I was just lonely, Joey, and wanted someone to talk to. You know I'm not married-that I live alone."
"Yes ma'am, not no one there just wanted someone to talk to," persisted the boy, too anxious not to let his last hope of the evening get away with such obvious evasions. Quickly he summoned up his courage. "This is what you wanted," he added in a still shy and high pitched voice. Immediately he unzipped his fly. His hard pecker flipped out, easily visible to the determined matron.
"Joey, what are you doing?" she screamed in surprise. "Hurry into this alley before someone sees you," she added, hastily grabbing him by the arm and forcing him into the security of the shadows. Her reputation surely would be destroyed if anyone saw them together like that. But once inside the alley all her fears relaxed. Quietly she glanced over the boy's shoulder to make sure they were alone.
But Joey, still unsure of himself, was afraid he had gone too far and started to slip his offending member back into his pants. Before he could do so, however, Miss Kuim had reached down and taken a firm hold of It with her warm moist hand. She knelt down and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"It is a nice penis, Joey. Especially for such a young boy. It's hard and firm and smooth. I'll bet it'd feel really good. But surely you don't expect to find a… a lay with a woman my age, Joey. I'm thirty years older than you."
"But Miss Kuim," he responded, more sure of himself since the woman had begun to lovingly caress his swollen root, "I can't get the girls my age to give me any. And older girls think I'm too young. But I'm not. Me peter is almost six inches and that's almost as big as lots of grown men."
The older matron looked at him for a moment, and then smiled, still softly massaging his protruding cock. "And it's harder and stiffer than a lot of grown men's I've met, Joey. Really nice little pecker to be proud of. So the girls at school won't give you any, hm? Are you still a virgin, Joey?"
At this the child looked down embarrassed. "Yes, ma'am, but it's not my fault. I try to get somebody," he stuttered.
"Joey, listen to me carefully. I'm going to give you some. But you've…" She stopped to smile at the look of pure delight that suddenly filled the boy's face. She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and beamed back. "Yes, I'm going to give you some of my pussy,.Joey. ‘Cause I want a man to screw me tonight and I'm horny just like you are. And I'm absolutely sure that your little tool here can do the job. But you've got to promise, me that you'll never tell anybody-no one at all, even your sisters or your father what we've done. Promise?"
"Oh, yes, Miss Kuim," was the enthusiastic response. Gratefully he threw his arms around the older woman and hugged her with thanks and joy. Almost, but not quite, she was forced to let go her caress on his swollen peter.
"Okay then, Joey. I don't know where we can go that no one will know, but…"
"We can go to my room," Joey broke in emphatically. "Cindy and Suzie are too busy fucking in the next room to notice. They won't hear us."
Miss Kuim raised an eyebrow. "Well, I really don't think your sisters are the kind to do that," she said hesitantly, but then smiled, thinking to herself. "But then appearances can be deceiving. If you're sure, then we'll go there. And it it's not safe, we'll go somewhere else."
Gently she stuck his jutting penis back in his trousers, zipped him up, and together they started looking for a cab. It wasn't easy that time of the morning, but finally they hailed one and headed across town for Joey's hotel. A mother and her child, up late for some strange reason. In a few minutes they were in Joey's room.
And through the adjoining door came the obvious sounds of Suzie and Cindy's revels. Quietly they opened it slightly and Miss Kuim looked in with astonishment. Why those hypocritical little virgins, she thought to herself.
Together Joey and his new friend looked on as Cindy was getting herself fucked by all three men in all three holes. Suzie was busy taking Polaroid's. It was a scene exciting and thrilling enough to arouse both woman and child. The older woman could feel the moisture gathering between her legs.
Quickly they shut the door and went over to Joey's bed. Quietly and efficiently Miss Kuim again undid the young boy's pants and pulled his pecker out for a better inspection. It was hard as ever and smooth as ivory. Gently she reached down and sucked it into her mouth, giving it a long exploring French kiss. Joey lay back and sighed with pleasure. Never had he felt anything so pleasant in his life. And never had he wanted anything more desperately.
Expertly she let her tongue tickle over the spongy head of the little penis. Gradually and very tenderly, drawing out the sensation, she sucked more and more of it into her mouth. Gingerly she fondled and weighed his tiny balls in the palm of her hand. She was going to enjoy this more than she had thought.
"Oh, Miss Kuim," moaned Joey in his childish voice as she began to move her lips steadily up and down the slender ivory shaft, "it feels so good." In response she gave the head a rapid tongue lashing that made the boy tremble beneath her. At the same time a pulsing itch was growing in her pussy. She knew the clitoris had already started to expand.
"If you have nothing to do with your hands, Joey," she said, slipping her mouth off his cock with a smack, "I don't have any panties on. You can feel my cunt if you like."
"Oh, yes," he whispered excitedly and in a moment she felt a small eager hand moving up the inside of her legs. She began to lick his balls in appreciation.
"Oh, it feels so good," he muttered again as his fingers found and entwined themselves in her thick patch of black hair. "But there seems so much of it and it's so thick," he marveled.
Miss Kuim giggled and gave his cock a long lick. "I've got a lot of hair, Joey. In fact, rye got the biggest and thickest bush I've ever seen on a woman. I hope you like a good hair pie, Joey, ‘cause mine runs clear up my naval. And it absolutely covers my cunt and asshole."
"Oh, I love hair pie, Miss Kuim," exclaimed the eleven-year-old immediately. Entranced by the woman's sexuality he was convinced she must be the most beautiful girl in the world. Even prettier than his sisters who didn't have nearly that big a bush.
Tenderly he let his fingers stroke through the abundant fur and come to rest on the already sweating lips of her cunny. Very gingerly he slipped a finger into the crack and felt its warmth. But he stopped there.
"Go on, Joey," she whispered, "feel up my cunt good if you want. You can't hurt me. Stick your fingers all the way in."
In response, she felt the smooth tiny fingers pry open her cave entrance and a single finger push deeper into her quim. Soon a second followed. The boy found a hard swelling at the top of her slit, about the size of a marble. Gently he squeezed it and rolled it between his fingers.
"Oh, oh," came the muffled cry of the teacher, her mouth still full of pre-teen cock.
"Did I hurt you, Miss Kuim?" the child asked anxiously, afraid he might lose his chance at tail.
"No. but it's very sensitive Joey," she explained, stopping her sucking for a moment. "That's my clitoris dear, and it's extremely sensitive. Go ahead and feel, but be gentle and it'll grow even bigger and harder.
"Really?" he asked in wonderment, fondling it again, but more gently.
"Really. And don't forget to stick your fingers all the way in my cunt if you want to. It feels good."
Following the teacher's lead the child slid two fingers deep into her mysterious cave. It was hot and liquid. A sticky cream covered his hand. Spontaneously he began to slide his fingers in, then out and up to tickle her swelling clit. The whole of her pussy now seemed to be oozing juice.
"That's called finger fucking, Joey," she added, taking her tongue from his peter once more. Slowly she began to grind her hips against his hand. "It feels so fine. Can you get more fingers in,.Joey? Oh yes, that's right. It feels so good." Heavily the woman began to screw her ass against the boy's firm fingers.
"Oh, it's so good and hot, Miss Kuim," he gasped in appreciation.
His mistress lifted her head and looked at him. "Glad you like it, dear. There's better than that ahead. Let me take your clothes off and we can get down to really serious fucking."
Within a minute Joey was naked, his clothes tossed lightly on a nearby chair. Miss Kuim's hands caressed over the child's unbelievably smooth skin. How unlike a man's it is, she thought to herself. Now she was glad she'd taken the chance and gone home with the boy, even though he was so very underage. She'd often dreamed of doing it with really young boys, but had suppressed such abnormal desires.
In response to her caresses Joey lifted up and began to undress the school teacher. His hands were clumsy and inexpert as he first unbuttoned her blouse and then her bra. But she let him take his time. He obviously enjoyed it and the experience was good for him. The clothes fell wrinkled on the floor, but Miss Kuim didn't mind. She was more interested in the pleasure she was feeling at her nipples. Joey's mouth had found one of her small but firm boobs and was kissing and sucking it tenderly, slowly.
"Do you like my tit, Joey? Suck it into your mouth and then… oh yes. Oh, oh, yes, Joey, that's right. You know what to do. It feels so fine, Joey. So alive and tingly. Let go of it for a moment and I'll show you something"
The boy obeyed, though still letting his hand caress the soft white mound. Joey was convinced the older woman was beautiful beyond belief, not yet being a good judge of sexual development in women.
"That's right, my lover," she crooned. "Now look at my nipple. See how hard and rigid it is compared to the one you haven't kissed yet. That's because kissing it and sucking on it gives it so much pleasure. Do you really like my jugs, Joey? They're really awfully tiny you know-not nearly as big as your little sister's. But they love to have you stroke them like that, so nice and gentle. Your hands feels so good on them. I causes little pains of delight to run through my body all the way to my cunt." She leaned forward and spoke heavily in the boy's ear. "To my cunt, Joey. You're making my cunt just ache for you, you're such a good lover. Take my skirt off, Joey. Let me be all naked so you can fuck me."
To give him a little extra motivation, she gently reached down and cupped his penis in her hand, massaging it slowly in a gently fucking action. "Take my skirt off, Joey, so you can fuck me in my soaking pussy. I want your cock screwing my quim, lover. Please hurry."
The eleven-year-old didn't need more urging. But the school teacher's soft words brought him to a pitch of excitement he had never known. Within moments he had her skirt down the healthy slim legs and abandoned on the floor. He stopped to gaze admiringly at her trim boyish figure. Especially he liked the sight of her huge, curly bush covering nearly all her lower abdomen and running down her inner thighs. Fondly she put her arms around the young child's body and hugged him firmly to her.
"It feels so nice, Joey, having you next to me. Here," she crooned, "get between my legs. Good. Does it feel good?" she asked teasingly, taking his swollen dong in her hand and gently massaging her sweating pussy lips. Tenderly she moved its very tip up and down the slit of her quim, letting it stop to tease her aching clitoris for only a second.
In another moment, the precocious child would have had what he had so long desired it if hadn't been for the phone. But the phone did ring and it seemed extremely loud and menacing, though it was in the sister's room. Quickly Miss Kuim pulled back and listened attentively. Her hand still held the coveted penis, poised only inches from her willing juicy box. They were both ready for immediate penetration, but the more caution older lady listened carefully to what was being said on the phone.
"Hellow." It was Suzie's voice. "Five-thirty already? Okay. Thank you." There was a loud click as she hung up the receiver. "Damned Cindy, it's already time to get up. Joey's got that breakfast to get to across town by six-thirty. Sorry guys. Fucking is over, let's go. We got to get Joey up."
"Just a second," came the strained voice of the desk clerk. He alone had still not yet come in Cindy's cunt and he thrust himself vigorously in her hurrying to a climax.
In the next room the two interrupted lovers listened for a moment to the fast creaking bed springs, and then a long "Ahh, uh, oh, oh, oh… ah… ahhhh," issuing ecstatically from Cindy and the clerk. In a moment she climaxed in full and it was again silent.
"Okay, you guys," repeated Suzie quickly, "I don't want to see it end either, but we got to. Get your clothes on and get moving. Stand out of the way of Joey's door. I'm going to wake him up."
At this last remark Miss Kuim literally leaped from the bed and grabbed her clothes off the floor. She could never risk being caught like this.
"But wait, please, I came Joey's desperate voice.
"Not now Joey!" she whispered harshly, pulling the bedspread up to his neck so his nakedness would be hidden. In a second she was behind the door, her clothes in hand, when Suzie opened it. Fortunately she just barely stuck her head in to look at her brother on the bed. Through the crack in the door Miss Kuim could see the girl, too, was still naked. That would keep her out for the moment.
"Time to get up, Joey. Got to get bathed and dressed and ready for breakfast."
"I don't want to go," replied the boy petulantly. "It's too early. Let's go back to steep."
"Now don't get angry with me, Joey," replied his sister sternly, "the breakfast has already been paid for. And it's your convention anyway. Getting up early once won't hurt you. Now hurry and put your clothes on. I'll be back in just a moment."
As soon as the door closed, Miss Kuim started scrambling back into her skirt. Joey looked at her pleadingly, and she understood his frustration. When she was finally dressed she leaned over the bed once more. "I'm sorry too, Joey, but it would be horrible if I got caught here with you. Better get dressed and go on to your meeting."
"Maybe later," he asked hopefully, not willing to let her get away.
"Yes, but I don't know when, Joey. You're going back tonight. And we can't meet in Normasburg-too dangerous. But sometime, Joey, if I ever get the chance, I promise you I'll throw you a piece of tail you'll never forget. And I want your cock too. But not now." Quickly she reached down and sucked his aching cock once more in her mouth. Three or four times she gave the swollen head a quick lick with her tongue, then straightened up. "Bye-bye, Joey, I'm sorry too."
In a moment she opened the door and headed down the ball. Just as she reached the elevators she heard another door open behind her. It was the three men leaving the sisters' apartment.