"Keep your eyes closed, and I'll make you happier than you have ever been before. All right?" The boy spread his legs wider still in response to the woman's question.
Christy began jerking madly on her own cunt as she continued to stroke Peter's balls. As she felt herself approaching a climax, she quickened her stroke on the boy's prick.
"Are you happy, Peter?"
"Yeees. Yes. Oooh, yess," he moaned.
"Does it feel good?" the teacher asked as she felt herself starting to come.
"Oooooohhhhhhh, sooooo goood!"
I'mmmm glaaaaad. Oh, Jesuuuus. Ooohhh, myyyy goooowwwdd!!!
As Christy shot her orgasm, the boy's peter started spurting his come all over her. She kept jerking on the organ, trying to keep the flow going as long as she could. The boy finally went limp as the last drop of sperm shot out of his cock.
"How do you feel?" the pleased young woman asked.
"I'm sure he feels just fine!"
Christy remembered that moment so well. There was Miss Harding standing at the door. Peter, when he heard the strange voice, opened his eyes. He looked at Miss Harding and then at his teacher, who was still holding his little peter.
"I think you should let go of that." Miss Harding said with contempt. "Dress the boy and I'll take him home," commanded the infuriated principal.
Christy replaced the shrinking penis and pulled the boy's shorts and pants up. Peter was confused over what was going on. One thing for sure, he could see Miss Sparks was not happy and Miss Harding was angry Of course, Miss Harding was always angry.
Chapter 5
Christy didn't wait to find out what Peter's parents were going to do. She caught the next train to San Francisco. When her money ran out, the love children showed up, almost on cue. She was sitting in a small park, wondering how the hell she was going to get a meal. She hadn't eaten for a day now and the second day didn't look any more promising. She couldn't write home. She could just see her stepfather's cock poised in the air, running after her. She wasn't going through that again for anything. She would never forget that look on her mother's face.
"Hello, do you mind if we sit down with you?" Christy looked up to see a young man and girl about her age, standing in front of her. They were wearing the long gowns and their hair had flowers in it… right out of a cheap movie. The man had a beard but it was barely started. They both had a nice soft look about them.
"It's free and you're welcome," she said as she slid over on the park bench.
"I hope you don't mind," the girl started. "You look kind of lost."
"We thought we might help, you look like you could use some friends," the boy added quickly.
The youth was shy. Christy liked that. She could see the girl was sweet too. Before she really knew what was happening, she was in an old, deserted building. It was a huge place that had once obviously been owned by someone very wealthy. The original owners had not been around for a long time. Broken windows with matching doors were everywhere. Somehow in the midst of this, a colony of kids had cleaned a section out and lived there quietly, bothering no one. A little society unto their own!
She found out shortly why they were called "love children". After Gary and Edith (the two that brought her to the colony) had given her some food, they showed her the rest of the building and some of the other inhabitants. Edith was introducing her to a few of her friends when it happened. As Christy turned to say hello to one of the girls, she spotted another group of people sitting on the floor in the corner of the room. The sitting group was having a very animated conversation. It wasn't "what" they were talking about that shook Christy. It was the man in the center of the group. He was talking like crazy, with his arms swinging in the air, and he was obviously the leader of the conversation. Through all of his animated speech, his enormous cock was being sucked on by a redheaded girl! No one paid any attention to them. The man occasionally shifted the girl's head when it got in the way of the conversation, or he would lean back from time to time if it was starting to go limp, so the girl could jack it off for awhile. The thing that amazed Christy was that the people witnessing the sex act were absolutely indifferent to it.
Her host saw the girl's incredulity. Edith led the startled girl into an empty corner and explained, "Here you can do anything you want to as long as you don't hurt or offend anyone."
"A girl can get raped that way!"
"Not here," Edith continued, "For example, Gary wanted you very much when he first saw you. He could tell, though, that you're not ready for our kind of life yet."
"Is that why you brought me here?"
"We brought you here because we thought you were lonely and hungry," the girl assured her. "Gary or anyone else here would never touch you unless you wanted them to. Believe me?"
Christy nodded her head. She looked back at the group, where another girl had joined the first one, sliding their tongues along the man's enormous prick. No one in the room was paying any attention to them but her.
That night, as Christy lay on a small mat alongside Gary and Edith, the thought of the women sucking on that huge cock tormented her. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see it… red, thick and swollen, like some giant reptile. She remembered the first time she saw one of the damn things. She did think it was a snake! A snake? When was that, she wondered? Funny how that thought should cross her mind. Try as she may, she couldn't get it out of her thoughts. He was so smug! Who? Who was so smug? She remembered how it hurt. Christy touched the edges of her slit, recalling that penetration. No! No! No!
She had to think of something else. Her mind played with the words, but she always came back to that cock. That prick! That penis! That peter. Peter? Her hand had not moved from her vagina. Now, as she thought of the boy, she began stroking the outer lips of her cunt.
"Peter's peter was so pretty." That was better than, "Peter Piper picking a pickled prick." As her finger penetrated the opening of her orifice, she thought, "If only I had sucked on it while I had the chance. I wouldn't have been in any more trouble than I was." The boy's pretty cock made her stick another finger in her hole, which was now quite damp. She lifted her knees and spread her legs wider as she got carried away with the thought of playing with the boy again. She would love to have shoved it right inside her slit She could imagine the little boy cautiously playing with her tits at first, then kissing them and then sucking them.
"Oh, God," she thought, "wouldn't it be fantastic to be milked by Peter as she was jacking him off I" Jeeesuuus, her cunt was on fire!
"Gary's really great at that, Christy."
Christy opened her eyes to see through the dimly lit room, Gary and Edith watching her. She could see them right through her uplifted knees and they were both nude. They were lying there, head to toe with Gary's hands between Edith's legs and Gary's cock being massaged by Edith. Edith spread her legs so that Christy could see that two of Gary's fingers were deep inside her snatch.
"His fingers are really great. Hell be glad to help you," Edith added, "if you want."
Christy's hand remained still for just a minute. She knew she should turn over and just ignore them. Once you start with these things, there is no stopping. Just as she was about resolved to ignore the whole thing, Edith let go of Gary's peter. Christy couldn't help staring at it. It was like a little boy's. It looked just like Peter's peter! She was transfixed. Her hand went deeper into her hole as she felt herself drawn to the man's beautiful peter.
Edith and Gary smiled warmly as the girl dragged herself over to their mat. Christy had worn a flannel long gown to bed, but when Gary tugged at the gown, she didn't hesitate for a moment to pull it over her head. She wanted him to see her beautiful body. She wanted him to touch her breasts. She wanted him to make her nipples hard. Most of all, though, she wanted to play with his cute little peter!