With thumb and forefinger, I took hold of the little brass tong at the top of his fly. I worked it down up down-teasing again. A white blast of underwear appeared. Another fly. This one open. His cock strained against the cotton shorts… panting, it seemed, trying to escape through the opening. I held it down, one hand wrapped around it and the pants, the other diving into the shorts, fingers twisting curls in his pubic hair.
"Nan," moaned Tom. "Nan, baby."
"I'm Kathie."
"Kathie?" Tom's eyes were glazed. He stared at me a moment. Recognition seemed to dawn. "Kathie then," he wheezed. "Jesus. Oh, man. She took it out 'n'… that's great. Kathie? Okay! She took it all the way out… those long fingers… jerking like… Jerking… yeah… up… down… up… down… a silk handjob."
Now he kneaded my cunt in earnest. His middle finger flattened against the tight slit, pressed in. The Hoover was working. I felt it deep in my belly, drawing the tip of his finger like a famished baby sucking the tit of a bottle. His nail scraped my pink soldier. I jumped.
"Go easy," I told him.
"Yeah Man." He drove three fingers hard up into my twat. "'Don't make me screw you, I said. 'Nan? Nan, baby? Go down on my rod. Suck me off. I'm ready to… ummm! I'm coming, for chrissakes-Nan? If you don't cover it soon, with something, anything, a hole, I'll shoot the fuckin' roof right off the house!'"
Boy! I couldn't believe anyone, not even Mummy, could ignore an appeal as kinky as that one. "I'll cover it," I assured him. "I'll cover it! I'll cover it! I'll cover it!"
Slowly I undid the belt buckle, the button. I spread his pants wide. Taking hold of his joint, I maneuvered the plush enraged head out the fly of the shorts. I gasped. Ecstatic. It was a monster.
"Kathie, baby. Fuck Nan. Motherfuck Nan!" Tom threw me down on the cushions. He lay sideways, as Daddy had done the night he rammed Mummy's face. "Suck it, sweetheart," he implored. "Put your lips on the head. Quick. I can't hold back much longer."
I sobbed. I knew just how he felt. There were a thousand tiny sponges squeezing off lubricant bubbles inside me. I snaked one leg over his head, knowing without having to be told, sensing what he was after. I took firm hold of his cock, moistened my lips. And as the head slipped into my face, growing larger, more bloated as it entered the depths of my mouth, I felt his chin whiskers scratch greedily along inner thigh flesh, bristle across the tender lips of my cunt, and come to rest on the island between front and rear gate. His tongue flicked my hole. I squealed and, bit down on his shaft as the point seared my soldier.
Fingers bored up my asshole… One! Two! I was starting to stretch back there. His nose and tongue half his face, wiggled into my pussy. I was dead… on a cloud… with wings… an angel somewhere. His ass drove rigid cock at me-unmercifully pounding my head against the backrest. I took it all… not a peep except for the high whining noises I made every time a stiff one came anywhere near me. I closed my eyes and relived the night I'd stood at the master bedroom door… watching Mummy's face raped… wishing it were me… wishing Daddy would come off the 'bed, throw me down on the floor, and fall, like a dart, like an arrow, planting meat-man-meat, good meat, long meat, hard meat-in my bull's-eye.
Bull's-eye? I considered that. I had never before given it much thought. Where was the main target, I now wondered. I licked all around the dick striving to empty its love load in my face. Was it there? In my mouth? Was the shape of an O my eternal astral sign?
Or was it lower, I wondered. Where the calve's-liver tongue was lapping me toward a white-hot and sticky Valhalla? Or in back? Where two fingers shafted my rectum, grazing the inner membrane between pink and brown pockets, sliding smoothly, greased with a thin residue of shit?
Who knew? Who cared? Who gave that much of a fuck?
I moaned. I gasped. I breathed his breath through my twat. I chopped down on the hard meat in my face and mashed my cunt at him. I smelled of his nuts-that exotic aroma of sweat and love and underwear, hair and bath powder. It was big, this one was. Bigger than Mr. Levine's… not quite as big as Daddy's… better than Popsy's but not quite as frisky as Vic's. I took hold of his cubes, wrapped one arm around his waist, and sucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow.
I was coming. Tom too. It seemed I lived in a world of rapidly dropped, eagerly swallowed, then up, up, and away again, creamy loads. I made him pullback and hold, then drive his dick at me with all the thrust he possessed.
The glans reached the farthest depths of my mouth… expanded… exploded. Hot lava gushed through me, top to toe. I was creaming all over his face-in his mouth, on his chin, his shirt-while the dick buried to the roots in my face discharged again and again.
I milked the last gooey drops before letting him to pull free. His cock slipped out of my face. I licked it clean. I swirled my pink tongue on the head, down the shaft, over and under the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. I washed his hot sweaty asshole. I licked until his poker went limp and lay there… stretched thin at the thick hairy base… still fat at the head… like a baseball bat.
I giggled. A limp cock was the silliest thing!
"Who'd of thought?" Tom lay flat, content to oblige me.
"Hm?" I licked up his belly to where his shirttails lay. "Who'd of thought what?"
Tom propped his head on one hand, upper body twisted. He squeezed my left buttock. He tickled my tushie. He lifted my face and kissed first my wet lips, then my nose, my chin.
"What?" I demanded."
"Who'd of thought I was in, the right house but in the wrong bedroom!"
CHAPTER FIVE
While I was compiling notes on the groovy school thing, collecting sex data, mentally patch-quilting a Chapter or two, a curious situation was developing at the Simon place. One day, shortly after my first bout with Tom-who had squared things with Mummy and Daddy and now was a regular at our house-I walked in on Debbie and Popsy and caught them preparing for something even I didn't believe.
"Fuck! There's that sweet little sucker." Popsy oogled me.
"Hi."
"Fuck!"
"Hi." Debbie moved from the table to the open refrigerator. She bent in, tight shorts caught in the cute crack of her ass. She rummaged about. She came back. She added a can of Reddi-Whip to the honey and jams and jellies on the table.
"What's up?" I asked.
Debbie surveyed the assortment. She grinned and thrust her small tits at me. "We read a book," she announced proudly. "All about cool freaky stuff. Popsy wants to try."
"Try?"
"Bet your sweet fuck!" Popsy dug his fingers up the ass of my jeans. "Knew you'd come back. Just in time, too. 'That sweet little cocksucker'll be here," I says to Debbie. "Once they get a shot of good Uncle Joe… Fuck! They can't stay away!"
I still hadn't caught on. I watched Debbie open the jars, line them up like English Guardsmen along the edge of the table. It was as if they were preparing for a sweet-tooth picnic.
Finally, just as I was about to scream from curiosity, Debbie said, "The book we read was all about how to catch and keep and please a man. The female something or other. I forget. Anyway… there was this whole thing about sucking dick-with whipped cream, and chocolate jimmies on top and like that. Wow! It knocked me right out! There was even a section about diet foods-in case you don't wanna get fat. Yummy! Popsy's been dopey all day just thinking about it." She returned to arranging the jars.
I felt Popsy's fingers slip between the back of my thighs, and press hard on my crotch. Chocolate jimmies on a stiff cock, I thought. Incredible! I liked the taste of natural man-meat, and couldn't, not for the life of me, think of a reason why anyone-not even Debbie, who, I had learned in the weeks since we began our project, was a kook-would want to dilute or sweeten or in any way alter the flavor.
"It's kinda a hot prick sundae," said.Debbie in answer to my uncertain stare. I crinkled my nose. Popsy had by now driven his hand into the waistband of my jeans and was moving his stink-finger down the warm split up my backside. "I'll… ah. I'll watch for a while," I announced, skeptical still.