When Troup 113 came soliciting at the Tibbleton household, selling chocolate for charity, there were eight young men in their group. And no one noticed-because things happened pretty fast-that when they left the doorstep there were only seven of them. Those seven pubescent boys went marching on their way to the next house, but one of them-to Janet's way of thinking that afternoon, the handsomest member-stayed behind, inside the house.
"Well," she said, putting her arm around the young man, "tell me about yourself."
"Hey," said the boy, "where'd the rest of the guys go? I'm supposed to be out selling candy with them!" He looked back in the direction of the front door, which was quickly disappearing behind him as Janet led him through the long hallway and into the living room.
"You'll catch up with them, Stan. I just want to get to know you a little better. I'm new in the neighborhood and all, and I just want to get to know you. I mean after all, you are a neighbor now, aren't you?"
The boy looked up at pretty Mrs. Tibbleton. "Yeah, gee," he said, "I guess I can always sell candy. Say," he said, taken by surprise by the large room they'd come into, "this house is big, isn't it?"
"It certainly is," said Janet. "And I'm all alone in it, all day long. It makes me sad." She sat down on the sofa and hitched up her skirt so that a healthy portion of smooth thigh was available to the boy's view.
"Ah, don't be sad," he said, coming up and sitting along side her. "My Mom's all alone. Hey, maybe you could call her sometime and you two could talk and all. I mean she's all alone and-"
"You're so sweet, little Stan," she said, ruffling his curly dark hair with her hand. "I bet the little girls at school really like you a lot." She smiled and waited for the boy's response.
"Ah, shucks," he said.
"Tell me about them," said Janet. "Do you ever play kissing games and things like that?" She eyed the boy's crotch. She was worried that she might have chosen too young a lad. "I mean I remember when I was your age, and it wasn't so long ago-" She put a maternal hand to his leg and stroked his thigh lightly, "-and we used to play all sorts of kissing games. Post office, and spin the bottle, and.”
"I'll tell you a secret," said the boy. "If you promise not to tell anyone else."
"Honor," said Janet, holding up her free hand. "Stick a needle?"
"O.k.," said young Stan. "One time a couple weeks ago I fingered Tina Davis." Janet giggled. "No, really. Honor. I did." Stan held up his small hand.
"Was it fun?" asked Janet. "Did you like it?"
"I don't know," pondered the boy. Janet stroked his thigh again. "It was kind of different. I never did that before. And I don't even know why she wanted to have me do that to her. I guess it didn't matter much to me."
"How old is Tina?" asked Janet. "Twelve," said Stan. "But I'm going to be thirteen next week."
"Well," said Janet Tibbleten, still wondering just how pubescent the boy was, "you're nearly a grown man, aren't you?"
"That ain't what my Mom and Dad say." He looked impatiently around the room. "I better get-"
"Don't you like kissing Tina?" interrupted Janet. "I mean didn't it make you feel good?" She turned and faced him, the way a little girl might show special interest in something, excitement in an effervescent manner. She felt she had to play that role. She could feel chills climbing her spine as she began to imagine what it might be like with the boy if she had her way.
"Well," he said, taking her hand in a friendly manner and playing with it between his two hands, "it was kind of funny. I was just touching her, you know, and not even thinking about it, and all of a sudden-" He leaned forward and whispered in Janet's ear.
"No!" she exclaimed. She leaned forward and asked him in a slightly louder whisper:
"How big did it get?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I had my pants on."
"I wonder, though," said Janet, "really if you did feel that way or if you're making it up." She felt for sure she was on the right path. "Honor!" he said. "I wouldn't lie about that!" "I bet," said Janet. "I bet if we kissed right now it wouldn't happen at all."
"What do you want to bet?" asked the innocent boy. "You name it."
"O.k.," she said, ruffling his hair again. "I bet that if I lose, if it gets big, you can make me do anything you want."
"Anything?" asked the boy.
"Anything!" exclaimed Janet. And to keep her side of the facade going she said:
"If it gets big, though. Not otherwise."
"It's a bet," said the boy. "Come here. Now we have to kiss for a minute or two, and you'll see then."
"How can I see?" said Janet. "You have your pants on."
"If you promise not to tell my mother," said Stan, "I'll take my pants off and we'll kiss and if it gets big you have to do what I say. Alright?"
"O.k.," said Janet, beginning to blush already. "Go on."
Stan stood up and unbuckled his belt. He let his trousers fall down around his slender legs and ankles. Then he clumsily pulled his underwear down and lifted up his shirt so that it would be out of the way. Janet quickly inspected the boy's young crotch. She found what she was looking for, the hint of pubescence, and was willing to continue the game in order to see if she would win a very special bet of her own. "Alright," said Stan, "let's see." He leaned forward and shut his eyes.
Janet had to lean down to be on his level. She kissed him with her open mouth and at the same time slid her hand onto the boy's thigh and wrapped her long fingers around his curled member. Though much of his crotch was bald, there was enough pubic hair that she felt sure he could get an erection. She fiddled with his penis while she kissed him and a moment later the boy's hog was at attention. "There!" he exclaimed, pulling away from Janet's mouth. She had slid her hand back from its fondling position, though the boy knew full well that somehow, maybe accidentally, Mrs. Tibbleton's fingers had slid into his crotch. "Look at that," he said. "See? I told you."
"You won the bet," said Janet. "What do you want me to do?" She eyed the stiff young phallus.
"Ah, gee," said Stan. "I don't know. If I was Tina and I had a cunt I'd make you touch it. I know. You can kiss my thingy. How's that? You kiss that and that will make it even, o.k."
Janet's heart skipped a beat. She'd hoped for exactly that. She leaned down and said:
"Alright, but only once, o.k." Stan nodded. She wrapped her lips tight around the boy's erection and used her fingers to guide the base of the pole. She sucked long and hard in one long kiss which the youth was reluctant to admit was much more than he'd properly won in the bet. "Wow!" he moaned. "I feel something this time! You really know how to kiss, Mrs. Tibbleton. Wait until I tell Tina about that!" He watched the teenage woman-his elder by four or so years-continue to "kiss" his cock head. "Gee," he moaned, "I never felt that way before." Janet went licking around the base of the boy's prick. She held his nut nest in her hand and rolled the scrotum. Her goal was to get him so hot that he wouldn't let her stop. She kept close to his penis because she figured she had only one kiss to do it in, to get him so excited that she could get anything from him. She kept her tongue lapping up and down his stiff member. "Gee," he said, "that's some kiss you do there Mrs. Tibbleton. I mean really. Honor! No one ever.. ooooh, wow!" He lay back on the sofa and let the blond teenager continue to work on his member. "Wait until I tell Dad about this!"
"Now, now," said Janet, sitting up, "I don't think I'd go and tell anybody that I kissed you there. It wouldn't be right. It was a private bet. You know? And if you want me to kiss you some more on your thingy, you'll have to not tell anyone at all. O.k.? Honor?"
"Sure," he said. "But you won't kiss me any more now, I bet." He looked dejected.
"If you want me to I will," said Janet. "But we have to go in a different room. I'm tired of this one." The boy smiled and agreed to go to another room. With his pants dragging along the floor, he held onto Janet's hand as she led him to the bedroom. There she had him undress completely. He had no other pubic hair, except for a smattering under his arms. She had him lay down on the bed with his legs spread. She undressed: "Because I get hot when I kiss," she told the child. "You don't mind, do you?" "Naw," said Stan. "I seen my mother plenty of times."
"You can call me Janet," said the teenage wife. Then, naked, with her titties hanging, she climbed between the boy's smooth white legs and landed her tongue down on his prick again. The muscle hadn't shrunk an inch. It was big and sturdy and Stan was ready for another "kiss" on the head of it. "I like that kissing you do, Mrs.-I mean, Janet. It's nice." He watched her swoop down on his pubescent member. She worked out on the boy's cock for a moment or two and then she sat up. "Did you ever, ah, pull on your thingy?" she asked him.
"No" said Stan. "My mother told me not to."
"Oh, said Janet. "Then you might be in for a little bit of a surprise. Don't worry though. It'll feel very nice." She didn't say any more. She went back down on the boy's hog and sucked hard. She could tell that he was getting a lustier erection than before. She could see the blood pumping on the topside of the shaft, filling the expanding mushroom head, and she knew that soon his pecker would be hard enough to ejaculate or to fuck with. She momentarily decided to show the boy yet another kind of kissing.
"I'm going to kiss you very hard, now," she said. "So you get ready, alright?" she said. "Are you ready, Stan?" His face was blushing a full crimson and he was perspiring at the brow. He nodded and she smiled at him. Her own face was quite flushed. She was heated and her tittles were pressing lightly along the child's thighs which made her even hotter. She went down on his hog and sucked especially hard, extremely vigorously, and she heard the boy moan in ecstasy: "Oh, oh, oh, Mrs. Tib-bleton!" She didn't bother looking up. She knew what he was moaning about because she was swallowing his squirting jism. "Oh, oh," he sighed, relaxing suddenly, "no one ever kissed me that hard before."
Janet sat up from his crotch. Not a drop of jism showed. "That's called a suck kiss, Stan," she told him. "Or a blow job."
"Wow," he said. "How'd you learn to kiss like that? Maybe you could show Tina Davis how to do that?"
"I know another kind of kissing," she said, feeling the leak of clit juice in her pussy. "Would you like to learn another kiss?"
"Sure," said the boy. "If it's like that one-"
"It's better, Stan," she said. "It's even better." She lay down beside the child and reached down into his crotch. "First your thingy has to get big again. I'll get it big by playing with it with my fingers. Alright?"
"Sure," said Stan. "That's nice, too." She watched his member grow larger again. It only took the sex starved pubescent child a minute to get a full erection. She had the head hot and steamy in no time at all. The spongy mushroom cap filled up and blossomed after a minute or two. "Alright," she said, "now this is just like what you did with Tina, only instead of using your finger, you use your thingy. Do you understand?"
"In you?" he said, disbelieving.
"Yes," said Janet with a pleasant smile.
"But how?" he asked. "It's over there and-"
"Like this," she said, taking the boy by the arm and indicating that he should lay on top of her. "Come on up here." He climbed up onto Janet's comely flesh. He was hanging down between her legs, between her smooth loins. "Gee," he said, "you're awfully nice to touch."
"Thank you, Stan. Now you have to get your thingy into my slot there. Can you do that?" He nodded and reached down to Janet's hole. He picked up his cock muscle, his child's pubescent meat, and pushed it toward the flesh gates which led into her channel. He didn't know for sure what he was doing, but he knew that it would be somehow as enjoyable as the earlier "kissing." He soon had his cock headed in the right direction. Suddenly, he stopped. "Oh, oh," he moaned again, "that's not kissing. That's much much better, Janet. Much better." She reached down and cupped his small undeveloped buns. She pushed his groin down into her wide pelvis and filled herself with his prick. "No," she said beginning to fade into the land of flesh and bliss, "you're right. This is much much better than kissing."
Young Stan looked at Janet's eyes. They were closed and her mouth was open. She was licking her lips. He decided to press his lips against hers. He gave her a big wet kiss and she chuckled to herself, but then she decided to take the youth seriously. After all, pubescent or not, he was fucking her and that's the most she would expect from any man, no matter how young or old. She squeezed on his buttocks, then, and pulled all of his meat into her vagina, and simultaneously she kissed him in the mouth, showed him how to use his tongue.
She pumped her body up and down under his, under his youthful frame, and managed to get more and more of his hot young banana floating in and out of her twat. Soon she had him at just the right angle, and though his body was much smaller than a mature man's, Janet could notice no difference in the ecstasy she felt when his prick stroked in and out of her cunt against her clitoris.
"I like your boobs, Janet," said Stan. "And I like this, this kissing we're doing, too."
"Do you want to kiss my breasts? You can, you know."
The child leaned down and inspected the big nipples. "They look like my mother's a little. Only yours are bigger." He then put his young mouth over her nipple and sucked it. "Mmm," he said, "this is nice." He had his young prick in Janet's hot twat, and he had a mouthful of cherry red nipple to suck on. He couldn't have been happier, really, though he had no idea how blissful a state he was in compared to what it would be like without the opportunity with Janet Tibbleton. "Mmmm, good," he hummed again, beginning to get into the swing of the kissing and the love-making. "I think it's gonna happen again," he said.
"Oh, no, Stan. Not just yet. Just wait a little while longer. Can you do that? Can you keep moving arid wait a little while longer?"
I’ll try,” he said.
"Count to a hundred," she said. "Count out loud or to yourself. Just think about the numbers." She adjusted her angle and prepared to get the most out of his present erection. She doubted she would be willing to risk the time it would take her to get him to have yet another erection. It would have to be now or never. She stroked her pussy hard on the top of his joint. She squeezed her teenage cunt hole tight around his young penis. She could feel the swollen mushroom head, expanded as it was in her back cavern, and stroking, as she made him do, against her clitoris. "Are you counting, Stan?"
"Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, thi-"
"Good," she said. "Isn't that nice that way? You don't have to answer. You just keep counting to yourself." She pumped her cunt up and down against his stiff pecker. If he could count to about sixty-five, she figured, she would have herself an orgasm from his piece of pubescent cock. That was all she wanted. As for other times, and other erections, she would worry about that later. What she wanted now was a good little climax from the hot young beef. She was fairly sure, too, that if she could get him to wait for another twenty numbers, she could then make him come on her command, and that would make for perfect timing. So Janet Tib-bleton kept swinging her hips up and down, rocking the cradle under the boy, and making sure that her clit got the stimulating sexual rub down from his young penis that she wanted. She could feel the hefty mushroom head, thanks to her accurate gyrations, rubbing on her clit, and she knew that she was very nearly there. "Oooh, God, Stan," she moaned, "you're doing just fine. You're doing super, little boy. It's just going to be so fucking bitchin'!"
"That's what we're doing, isn't it," said Stan. "Fuckin', I mean. Not kissing. Fucking."
"Yes, darling. Yes, little darling," she said, combing his curly dark hair with her fingers.
"It's better than kissing will ever be," said the boy with a big smile. "Much, much better."
He began pounding his meat, swaying his own hips, and whether he was just plain lucky or what, Janet never did find out, but his each and every stroke went sliding along her clitoris and bouncing into the perfect position inside her twat tube. She loved the feel of his young meat caressing her like that, and she was willing-now she knew-to risk all sorts of consequences in order to get what she wanted out of the child. So what, she decided, if the boy's mother found out? So what if her husband discovered her fucking a twelve year old kid? So what if she got her jollies from playing in the cradle? If it made her happy… but she didn't have to take any risks, because the next instant saw her cunt contracting in the involuntary throes of climax. Her long pussy muscles flexed around Stan's young penetrating rod and she came all over his equally vibrant (ejaculating) squirting prick.
"Oh, oh, oh," moaned the little boy again. "Oh, God… I… ah… it's fucking! It's not kissing! It's fucking!" He finished shooting his wad and enjoyed thoroughly the pressing cylinder of flesh which he called Janet's cunt. It squeezed out every last drop of whatever it was that was coming out of his joint. He liked that, and he liked the thing called fucking, and he knew that even before he climbed down off of Janet Tibbleton's luscious teenage bod. "Wow, Janet," he said, "you sure are nice to be having me do this kissing and stuff with you."
Janet took a deep breath and gasped one more time before she said: "Stan, it was my pleasure, little boy. Completely my pleasure." She thought about that for a minute and then she said: "I guess it was pretty nice for you, too, hey little man?" The boy smiled and clumsily started dressing in his uniform.
Five minutes later he was with the rest of his troop going up the block, door-to-door, selling chocolate for charity.