I don't know how long I kept it going, but it must have been for a long time, because I began to get damned tired after a while. I guess I must have blown off in her at least three times. Young guys like me can do this, you know. We don't have to settle for just one big long blow – we can do repeats over and over. I guess that's why older women like us so much – we give 'em all they can take and then some. It was that way this time, too, because it wasn't long after the third explosion that she was begging me to stop.
"I'm tired out, honey," she gasped. "You've got to stop for a while. You're enough to kill a girl."
"I got one more for you," I grunted.
She slapped me on the back. "No, that's enough for now, Tommy. Mustn't be greedy. Besides, I told you in the first place that we had to wait a while."
"Can't wait. Want to do it to you. I been thinking about you all day."
She slapped me on the back again. "Please, Tommy, take it out of me and let me up. I have to rest a while. This floor is very hard. And besides, I'm afraid you might knock over my movie camera."
I swore a bit and yanked it out of her, it being still as hard as a rock. "Okay," I said crossly. "I thought you were a real hot woman, but I see you're not." I zipped my pants up and started for the rear door, pretending I was mad so she would come and grab me and beg me not to leave. Funny thing. She didn't do this. She didn't grab me, she didn't say anything, so I stopped and looked down at the floor. There was a bit of light streaming in through the window from the street lamp outside the house and I could see her on the floor, her legs spread wide apart, but I couldn't see her clearly.
"Aren't you gonna get up?" I asked.
She got to her feet. "Whew," she said. "You almost killed me, honey boy."
I grinned and started to say something when I heard that same loud banging noise I had heard the other time. Mrs. Devine cried out softly – she must have jumped to her feet – and grabbed me and pushed me out the door.
"Go home, Tommy," she said quickly. "Hurry. That's Basil at the door. He'll beat the hell out of you if he finds you here."
I was out the door and running across the yard in nothing flat.
"Where have you been kid?" I asked casually.
She gritted. "Out."
"Have a good time?"
She stood with her weight on one foot and looked at me oddly. "Pretty good, Tommy."
"Kind of late for you." I closed the book and put it down.
"Kind of."
"What did you do?"
"That would be telling."
"Okay, don't tell me."
"What did you do?" she asked.
"Not much."
"Well, where did you go?"
"Out."
She giggled. "I had three beers, Tommy."
"Yeah. Where'd you get 'em?"
"Over at a girlfriend's house. She swiped them from her dad. Her folks were out for the evening."
"If our folks ever find that out, they'll slap you down, kiddo."
"If our folks find out – something else, they'll slap us both down, smarty."
I turned on my side, and reaching up for the light chain, said, "I'm going to sleep now. Good night, Elly." I pulled the chain, plunging the room in darkness.
I might have known it. She crawled in bed behind me and started by putting her arm over me and resting the palm of her hand on my stomach, "What are you doing?" I growled. "Go to your own bed. I'm sleepy."
"I'm not," she said, and giggled.
"Go on, beat it. I don't want you fooling around. I'm tired."
"What are you so tired about?"
"None of your business."
"Did you – do it to your girl all evening? Is that why you're tired, Tommy?"
"I'm just tired and I don't want you fooling around, so go to your own room."
"I won't do it. I'm gonna sleep with you, stupid."
I sighed and tried to turn over on my stomach so she couldn't fool around, but she was too quick for me and got her hand under me, grabbing onto my peter and jacking it up and down.
"Knock it off, damn it," I told her, and tried to push her out of bed.
"Tommy," she said, "remember when we sucked each other? Let's do it again. I just love that."
"No thanks. Go to your own bed and leave me alone – please."
She let go of me and moved away and was silent for a moment. Then, "Tommy, I left Jeanie's house about twelve o'clock."
I flopped over on my back. "You mean it took you two hours to walk home?"
"No. Well, yes – in a way. I want to tell you something. I was coming up State Street and I passed this house on the corner, you know, the old Hillier place. Well, this guy that came to the door, the guy with the black beard, was standing on the sidewalk. He said hello to me and asked me where I was going. I told him I was going home. He told me I was cute and asked me inside the house on the corner. He gave me three beers, Tommy."
I felt my spine doing strange things. I sat up in the bed and reached for the light chain and gave it a yank. The light came on and I looked at Elly angrily. "Don't you know enough not to go into a house when some guy asks you?"
She giggled. "Oh, he didn't hurt me none, Tommy. Besides, what are you yelling about? You've been inside that house."
I felt a bit cold now. "Elly," I said, "how in hell did you know that?"
"I saw you. I saw that woman putting her arms around you, too."
"Okay, okay. So you know about her. Tell me something. When you went inside with the bearded guy, was – she there? I mean, was she in the house?"
"Didn't see her. Tommy, how'd you ever get – next to her?"
I shrugged. "My handsome appearance flatters all women, my girl."
"Stop kidding. How did you really get next to her?"
"I don't know. She saw me on the street in front of her place and asked me if I'd carry out her garbage."
Elly giggled. "She just wanted to get a young boy inside the house, didn't she? What did she do to pay you for carrying out the garbage? Did she let you get on top of her? I'm curious."
"Y-Yes, she did. Sort of. I mean she – oh the hell with talking about it, Elly. Skip it, can't you?"
"Mr. Basil makes movies. He'd like me to be in one of them. He told me. Wouldn't that be something? I kind of liked him. He was nice."
"Nuts. He's old enough to be your father and then some. You better knock off that kind of talk. He had a hell of a nerve coming out on the street and enticing a thirteen-year-old into the house. I ought to tell Dad about that guy."
She clutched my arm fiercely. "Tommy, no. Please don't tell Dad. He'd knock my head off."
"He wouldn't knock your head off, you know he wouldn't. He'd keep a watchful eye on you from here on in, though. You must have been nuts to go inside that house with that guy. Weren't you afraid he'd – rape you?"
She giggled. "I was kind of hoping he would."
I knocked her hand away from my arm, the hand that was clutching me. "You're absolutely nuts, kid. You've flipped – completely flipped."
"I was just joking, Tommy. Just the same – he was an awful good-looking man, very kind to me."
I snorted. "Kind, my ass. He wag just throwing you a line so he could get into your pants sometime. Don't you know that?"
"He didn't throw me any line. He just talked to me."
"Same thing. I'll bet he didn't even let his eyes scoot up and down your body, right?" I was sounding a bit sarcastic now.
"Sure he did that, Tommy. Why wouldn't he? I'm pretty. You said so yourself."
"You know something? I think you wanted that old guy to do it to you."
She giggled. "Maybe I did. So what?"
"And you're the girl who calls me stupid all the time. Brother!"
"Well, anyway," she said, "he didn't do nothing to me, but he sure made me hot."
"How did he make you hot."
"I don't know, the way he looked into my eyes, I guess."
"The three beers didn't hurt any, did they?" She giggled. "Guess not. Beer always makes me hot, Tommy." She reached down and took one immediately. She sucked in her breath and bent over it, and started to play with it. It, quite naturally, got hard immediately. She sucked in her breath and bent over it, her lips poised just a few inches from the head of it.
"Can I, Tommy?" she asked softly.
I felt like telling her to forget it, to get out of my bed, but I didn't. The look on her pretty young face made me hot. "Guess you can if you want to, Elly, but I think you…"
"Thanks, Tommy," she said unsteadily. "Seeing your… thing makes me want to… eat it up."
"Guess those three beers are working pretty good, eh?"
She giggled but strangely. "Maybe. What makes it get hard like this, Tommy?" She ran her fingers up and down on my dingus.
"Search me. What you wanna know that dumb thing for?"
She lifted my balls and let them drop gently. "Awful funny thing, a dingus. Wish I had one, Tommy."
I grinned. "You'd be some girl with one of them!"
She giggled again. "Yeah, guess you're right. I wouldn't really want one. If I had one of those I wouldn't have a…"
"Have a what, Elly?" I asked, wanting to hear her say it.
"A hole in me, silly. What did you think?"
"That's not the word for it. What's the real word?"
She lifted her head and looked up at me and smiled. "Cunt, you stupid thing. You know that."
I was getting very excited now. "Do you like having a cunt, Elly?"
She laughed. "Course I do, stupid. Think I'm crazy or something?"
"I don't know," I replied. "Going into a guy's house at night and letting him feed you beer is pretty crazy."
"How about you? You went in the same house and got on top of that woman."
"That's different."
She let go of my prick and looked at me angrily. "How is it different?"
"I'm a guy. It's… different with a guy. You should know that."
"Why is it different?"
"Well…" I waved my hand. "If you don't see it, you don't see it. Forget it. Say… how come you let go of me?"
She wrapped her fingers around my thing again and bent her head and ran her tongue over the head of it. "Boy, that… tastes good, Tommy. How come it tastes so good?"
I grinned. "I don't know, silly. I'm not a popper."
She looked at me again. "A what?"
"A popper. A guy who… does things like that to another guy."
Her blue eyes looked strange. "Honestly? You mean guys do things like this?"
"Naw. Not guys. Not real guys. Just poppers."
"Oh… I see… Tommy… Are there girl poppers, too?"
"You mean girls that like other girls?"
"Yes, I've heard there are. They call 'em something else."
"What do they call 'em?"
"Thespians, or something like that."
"A thespian is an actor, stupid."
"Well, how in hell would I know about stuff like that?"
She bent her head and ran her tongue over it again. I shivered and held her head there. She didn't care for this, apparently, for she jerked her head free.
"Wish you wouldn't do that, Tommy. Anything I hate is for a boy to hold me, force me."
My ears picked up, "you mean some guy has tried to force you?"
"Of course, stupid. Lots of times. Those dumb guys. They don't know the first things about how to treat a girl."
"What guys are you talking about?" She shrugged. "Just guys."
"Did that… Basil guy try to force you, Elly?"
She was silent.
"I see. Then he did try. Well, real crazy stuff. Boy, are you ever dumb?"
"He didn't do nothing to me, Tommy."
"But he tried to. Right?"
She squirmed on the bed a bit. "Well… he did run his hand up in under my skirt and pinch my leg a few times."
"Did you… like it?"
"Sure I liked it. Think I'm dead?"
"Did he try to stick his finger in your cunt?"
She was silent. "Well, did he?"
"Y – Yes. Several times."
"Did you… let him do it?"
Again she was silent. "Are you gonna tell me or not?"
"Yes, he did."
"You let him put his finger in your snatch. Man, are you ever nuts."
"It didn't hurt nothing," she said, sulking a bit.
"What if he'd knocked you over the head and maybe killed you just so he could…"
"Well, he didn't. He didn't hurt me none. Not at all. I liked it."
"Ho boy, you sure are crazy, Elly. Don't you ever do a thing like that again. You're liable to get yourself killed."
"How about you?" she cried angrily. "You go down there and get all the stuff you want. Why can't I?"
She had me there. Sort of. I got off that bit real quick and said, "Listen, Elly, are you sure he didn't stick something else in you besides his finger?"
She was silent once more and now she flopped down on her back, having released her grip on my dingus.
"Are you going to tell me," I persisted. My hands were shaking, for some crazy reason.
"He… tried to, Tommy, but he couldn't."
"You mean he couldn't get… one on?"
"Y-Yes. I mean no, he couldn't get one on."
"But you were gonna let him if he could?"
"I… guess so. I was awful hot."
"Boy, are you stupid!"
"I am not."
"You were gonna let him screw you, weren't you? That's stupid."
She began to pout. "He didn't do nothing to me."
"Only because he couldn't… say… what's wrong with that guy? Why couldn't he?"
"He said it was because he's a benny taker."
"A what?"
"Takes bennies all the time. You know, those pills that Aunt Harriet takes to make her slim."
I had heard something about those pills making a guy high, but I had never tried one for a very good reason. I have never had my hands on one of them. I'd have probably tried it… once. Most guys will try anything once.
"Hey," I said. "Are you sure he didn't do anything to you?"
"I told you. He couldn't. He'd been taking those bennies."
"Well, if he was that way… what did he do?"
She was silent. "Tell me!" I shouted. She bit her lips. "He asked me to suck him, to get it hard for him."
A cold chill ran up my back. This guy Basil was way out of line. I'd have to watch this guy. He sounded like bad trouble. "Listen, Elly, don't you ever go there again, hear?"
"I didn't suck him," she replied, sulking a bit.
"Good thing, kid. Man, the things you do without even thinking. You scare me. You know that?"
"No worse than what you did, I'll bet."
"Well… like I said… that's different. I'm a guy."
"That's what guys always say. What makes you think you're so different?"
"I just am, that's all. So he wanted you to… suck him, did he?"
"I shouldn't have told you hat, I guess."
A wave of excitement hit me all over again. "Elly," I said after a pause, "are you still hot?"
"Not much. Not now. All this bawling out you're giving me… well, how could be hot?"
"Elly, I'm hot," I said.
"Good for you." She turned on her side, her bare butt sticking out from beneath the shortie nightdress. I took my dick in my hand and stuck the head of it in her crack, but she pulled away and rolled over on her back, her legs crossed. "Leave me alone, Tommy Gates. Just leave me alone."
"All right," I said, annoyed at her now, "then get out of here."
"I'm sorry I made you mad, Elly. Honest."
"I'll bet you are. I'll bet you're just awful sorry."
"I am," I told her, and meant it. "I'm awful sorry. Pull your legs apart a bit, can't you?"
"No," she said, spitting the word. "Leave me alone. I'm mad."
"I told you I'm sorry. Turn over on your side, then."
"Leave me alone, Tommy Gates."
"You let that Basil guy stick his finger into you and you let him try to stick his prong into you. Why can't I?"
"Because, Tommy Gates, I'm mad at you."
"All right," I said, annoyed at her now. "Then get out of my bed."
"I won't do it."
"I'll push you out onto the floor if you don't."
"No, you won't push me out."
I saw that she had turned on her side again, her butt sticking out and straight at my old dingus. There was only one thing to do, the thing she had said lots of guys had tried with her.
I did it.
I grabbed her and held her while she yelled and struggled and fought me off. She might as well have saved her strength because I sank the old shaft deep into her cunt – from the rear. Man, did it feel great! She struggled a bit more and then sighed and lay still on her side yet – while I pumped the hard, old dingus into her little-girl cunt.