"Let's blast off together," he panted as he kept pumping his thick, rigid prick in her grasping cunt.
Cindy's pussy muscles seized his cock now as she reached out and squeezed his sinewy buttocks.
"Ohhh, I'm almost there," he told her.
With each forward, brutal thrust he penetrated the entire length of her vaginal tunnel. Cindy could tell he was concerned only with sadistic raw sex and bringing himself to a shattering orgasm.
"Fuck it, fuck it," he gasped as he suddenly drove in with all of his manly might, exploding his prick.
"Ohhh," she panted as she pumped her hips in response, "keep fucking me."
She was wallowing in the pleasure of a tumultuous orgasm now as he kept driving his slick, sliding tool deeper in her cunt.
Seconds later she joined him in juicing. He kept riding his slick prick in her pussy as his sperm unloaded and she was cuming, too.
The men applauded as the two of them finished screwing before them. Ken finally eased his prick out of Cindy's cunt and got to his feet. She got to her feet, too, and the two of them walked away amidst a thunder of applause.
Once they were back in the bedroom Cindy congratulated him on doing a good job.
"I've got to hand it to you, honey," she told him, "You screwed like a real pro tonight. I think you and I could get into the big time."
"Big time?" Ken asked her curiously. "What's that?"
"Porno movies," Cindy bubbled enthusiastically. "We could make a mint. You and me. We're a real fuck-and-suck team if there ever was one."
"Do they ever give awards for screwing?" Ken asked curiously. "I mean, porno picture awards?"
"Maybe," Cindy said. "They ought to. It takes a lot of talent to give a good suck or fuck. It really does."
Ken wrapped his arms around her passionately and pressed his lips on hers.
"I know it does," he told her, "and you should get some recognition."
Just then Nick came in to pay them off.
"Two hundred for you and a hundred for the kid," he smiled, "and that's pretty good pay."
"Thank you, Nick," Cindy smiled pleasantly, "and I guess we gave you a pretty good show."
Nick agreed and thanked them.
"But you'd better get out of here," he warned her. "We don't want anyone catching us with a teenage kid. You know what I mean."
Ken understood and so did Cindy.
"I guess we know when we're not welcome," she giggled as she started to dress.
The money had made her happy and Ken had never seen so much all at once in his life.
"Imagine getting paid for fucking," he said with a happy look on his face. "That's the kind of work I like."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ken's mother happened to find the hundred-dollars the following week. He had placed it in a small box in his desk and she was cleaning up one afternoon and discovered it.
Confronting him with the money she demanded to know how he got it.
"What's it to you?" he asked, disgusted that she'd found it.
"Plenty," his mother informed him. "I hope you're not into robbery or something terrible," she suggested.
"No way, mom," he said as he took the money from her.
When his father confronted him with more questions about the money that night, Ken got disgusted.
"Can't I have any privacy around here?" he demanded.
"It's not a matter of privacy," his father told him, "but we like to know what you're doing. I realize you're growing up and everything, Ken. But I don't want you getting money from some wrong source."
Again Ken told his father he'd been saving it a long, long time. Finally his father believed him and told him he appreciated the fact that Ken was so careful with the money that he'd been getting.
Once more the urge to find another girl possessed him. It wasn't going to be easy but he had to find somebody. It had been a week now since he'd had sex. And a week was a long, long time for Ken.
There was one girl who he did admire. But he figured it would not be easy to have anything to do with her. The neighbor girl had placed her clothes out on the line just that morning to dry. And he had seen her panties. He knew what she looked like in them, but just the same he wanted to see her bare-ass naked now more than ever.
When Ken's folks went away to a bridge party, he called her up and asked her if she'd like to come over.
"I'm doing some homework," she told him.
"That's okay," he told her, "but there's a horror movie coming on Channel 9. Wouldn't you like to come over and watch it with me?"
When she told him that she would, Ken figured that he at least had a chance to get better involved with her. As he caught sight of her as she came to the front door Ken couldn't help notice her tight-fitting panties. The outline of the hem stood out against her tight-fitting slacks. It really turned him on just looking at her. But it bothered the young, brown-haired girl who was standing there looking up at Ken as he looked down at her mid-section.
"Is something wrong?" she asked quite curiously.
"No… there isn't," he told her. "Come right in, Betty."
Betty came in and soon the two of them were watching television.
"Can I get you something to drink?" he asked her.
"What have you got?" she wanted to know.
"Oh, we've got Seven-Ups, Cokes, you name it," he told her.
"How about a Screwdriver?" she suggested with a slight smile forming about her lips.
"Oh, you're a booze-hound," he laughed.
"A good drink never hurt anybody," Betty told him.
Ken fixed her a Screwdriver. Mixing the orange juice and Vodka and adding the ice cubes, he carried the drink over to her.
"Why thank you," she told him.
When he had sat down beside her, he deliberately pressed next to her. Not looking at the television too much it became obvious to Betty that the only reason Ken had asked her over was to make out with her.
"That's nice," she quipped. "You asked me over here to look at a television show. And all you really wanted to do was to get fresh with me."
Ken shook his head.
"I just don't see any need for us to be so far apart on this sofa," he smiled.
Betty knew better. But she wasn't about to make a big fuss. Ken was a lot of fun and she figured it might not hurt if he did sit close. But beyond that, she didn't want anymore to happen.
"Just don't get any wrong ideas," Betty warned him.
Ken didn't say anything. But Betty was grinning impishly at him now and this excited him.
"I've often wished I could be as casual about sex as you chicks are," he told her.
Betty didn't know exactly what to say.
"Let's just look at the show. Is that all right?"
The two of them watched the movie. But it didn't take long before Ken's arm was wrapped around Betty. And then he was looking at her bosoms. Letting his hand reach out and gently press against the material of her blouse as he felt of her breasts, he told her how much he would like to see them.
"I came over here to look at television," she told him, "and now you want much more."
At this point he had to admit he did.
"I've admired you from afar," he told her.
"Look, you only live next door," Betty reminded him. "That's not so far."
"But that's too far apart for me," Ken said as his hands swept down to her crotch.
She put her hand on his and pulled it off.
"Quit touching me there," she said indignantly.
For a few moments Ken didn't do anything. And then he decided that he would try to entice her.
"I've got something for you," he told her.
Ken surprised her by unzipping his fly and reaching in to pull out his throbbing, long cock. As she looked at his penis she recognized he was indeed a man. A couple of times she had seen her brother's cock. But it was nowhere near as long as this.