Glen's cock flexed hard. His cum burst hot into Liz's pussy. "Ohhh, mannnn!" he cried. "Ohhhh!"
The boy's cock spurted like a machine gun spitting hot lead with each explosion of jism, the boy's body shuddered and be let out a high-pitched cry. Had Liz known the boy was going to shoot such a flood of jism, she would have counted his spurts. She wondered whether he was setting some sort of record. Shoot it, she urged in her thoughts, and she cooed.
She watched the boy writhe, watched his body jerk, heard his boyish cries, felt his cock swell and flex and spurt. Carmen hovered over him, her long black braids swinging and swaying like whips or snakes, her fingers teasing his goose-pimply flesh. She sucked his nipples, licked his armpits, showered his face with kisses.
"Oh, momma!" the boy moaned again, and Carmen plopped one of her big, hanging tits in his face. Her large purple nipple slipped into his mouth, and his lips closed around it. He sucked her nipple hungrily, at the same moment squirting another round of hot jism up Liz's cunt.
Liz rode the spurting cock, clutching his prick with the tight, slick walls of her cunt. She would suck him dry, milk every last drop of jism from his boyish loins. The boy was hot, exciting. The boy was good – very good.
CHAPTER THREE
Lonnie's heart felt like a hammer in his chest. He could hear it pounding. At times it seemed as if his heart had jumped right up into his head and was pounding at his temples. He could hear the blood roaring through the arteries of his brain, could feel it gushing through all the other arteries of his body, making his skin tinge, making him sweat, making him breathe faster. His prick was stiff as iron and felt burning hot pressed up against his belly, nearly sticking out the top of his jeans. His prick ached and was shot through with tingles. He wished he could rub his cock, crush out the hot feelings before they drove him crazy. But he couldn't do that, not right here in front of Jade, even though Jade was the cause of his excitement.
Jade! Holy shit, he'd never even heard a name like that before. But it fit the girl. Her eyes glowed green, like jade. She had these green cat's eyes that made him feel funny inside – weak, warm, and sexy. When she looked at him with those mysterious eyes his prick got hard in a second, and ached so bad he felt like cutting his cock off. Shit, she was the hottest girl he'd ever seen, the prettiest, the sexiest. And she lived just a few houses down the block. Somehow she just didn't seem real.
Lonnie hadn't had much luck with girls. Shit, here he was, already a teenager and getting really old really fast, and he had never had a date with a girl. He'd never been alone with a girl, had never touched one. For all he knew, girls might be made of rubber or plastic. The closest he'd ever got to a girl was that yellow-haired, blue-eyed beauty in the magazine centerfold he had found in the trash can at the park. Shit, she had been something.
The centerfold opened up almost as large as his bed. The girl was half the size of a real girl, and she was spread wide open. Christ, her crotch looked like a big pink tunnel – all soft and warm and waiting. And she was smiling, her blue eyes calling out. Come on, she seemed to say. Come on and fuck me! Put your prick right up my hot pink hole! Jesus Christ, he jacked off until he could hardly crawl every time he took that girl out and laid her on his bed. And then one day, crazy to really get inside that girl's cunt, crazy to really fuck her, to feel her hot naked skin rubbing against him, he had cut a slit in the picture of her cunt and rammed his prick through the slit. He had wrapped himself in her and fucked her savagely. And then, when he had come, after he had shot all over everything, he realized that he had torn and chewed and fucked the centerfold girl to a wrinkled, shredded, cum sticky mess. And that had been the end of her. It had been worth it, though; while he was fucking her he could feel her, could feel her hot tits, her nakedness, her juicy cunt wrapped around his prick.
Jade, her long hair shining like black silk in the sunlight that had just crashed through the dark overcast, twisted the doorknob, then rang the bell. "I don't think Mom's home," she said. "She likes to go out in the afternoon – at least she always did in Chicago." She rang the bell again.
Lonnie watched her. He was trembling. He could hardly speak. He had been that way from the moment Jade had said hello to him and had asked him if he would like to walk home from school with her. She was so friendly and outgoing and carefree – just the opposite of himself. He wondered if she had got that way from living in Chicago. She talked about Chicago enough. He regretted that he hadn't grown up in Chicago. Maybe if he had he wouldn't be so fucking shy.
Jade unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Come on in," she said, walking through the doorway. "Mom!" she screamed. "Mom!"
Bonnie followed her in. The house was impressive, awesome. Outside it had those tall white pillars supporting a roof over the front porch, and inside it had a winding staircase with a brass banister. "Hey, wow!" Lonnie said when he saw the winding stairway.
"What?" Jade said. She had turned toward him and was smiling.
Lonnie looked down. Her green eyes made him go limp. He was speechless. He was alone with a girl now, all alone, inside her quiet house.
"Well, what, silly?" Jade asked again. "You're the quietest boy I ever met."
Lonnie could tell his face was redder than a fire truck. He could feel his cheeks throbbing. He tried to smile, knowing that he looked goofy. "Your stairs," he said. "I like your stairs."
"Wild, aren't they? Like a pig's tail. Come in." Jade started for the stairs and was climbing them before Lonnie knew what was happening. "Well, come on!"
Lonnie followed her. This girl was really something – so sure of herself, so clever. Like a pig's tail! He would never have thought of that.
Lonnie climbed the steps slowly, watching the livingroom below him twist. This was wild. When he got to the top, Jade was sitting on the top step taking off her shoes.
"Mom!" she screamed. "Anybody home?"
Lonnie sat down next to her. He wondered what all her screaming was about. Evidently her mom wasn't home, and if she was, so what?
"I think we're alone," Jade said, and Lonnie felt like turning into a snake and slinking down the steps. He knew he was going to faint, knew he was going to make a complete fool of himself stammer and stuttering, unable to get out a word.
"Take off your shoes," Jade said. "Gee, look at the way the sun shines on that statue down there like a spotlight or something. I think this is the first time the sun has shined since we moved here. I like the way it hits that statue. I love that statue. It's my favorite in the house. How about you?"
Lonnie looked down at the statue as he finished taking off his shoes and socks. There it stood, against one wall of the livingroom, gleaming shiny black in the sunlight that came in through the front window. It was one of those ancient Greek things, a copy of an ancient Greek sculpture, scaled down to about four feet in height – a naked guy, maybe an athlete. Then Lonnie noticed it. "Holy shit!" he muttered. He hadn't seen it at first because he had been looking at the statue from the front and above, instead of in profile.
Jade rubbed the sole of her foot playfully across Lonnie's toes. "What do you mean, holy shit?"
Lonnie's cheeks throbbed with fire. How embarrassing! The statue had a big long prick, and it was sticking straight up in the air, just as hard as Lonnie's own prick.
Jade let her foot rest heavily on top of Lonnie's. Her foot was hot. She wiggled her toes. They were hot too. "Well, what, silly?"
"Nothing," Lonnie stammered. "It sure is a nice statue." He wondered what Jade thought about the guy's prick. Jade sidled closer to him. Her leg pressed against his. Her leg was warm. She rubbed her hot sole over his instep. "We brought it all the way from Chicago."