Tommy's Attitude Adjustment Chapter 31 by Chadlad copyright 2007 by Chadlad, all rights reserved chadlad3@yahoo.com * * * * * This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. * * * * * Chapter 31: The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men She grabbed Maxine by the arm with one giant, fat hand, and Bobby by the arm with the other, pulling them out of the bathroom. "Stand over there!" she ordered Bobby, releasing him and pointing to a spot by the couch. "And keep your hands away from your privates," she added to Bobby, who'd been reaching to cover himself. "I told you before that self-abuse is an ungodly, unnatural act!" Bobby looked down helplessly, his hands halted in the act of reaching for his genitals. "But I'm naked!" he wailed. "Can't I go put on my pants, or at least my underpants?" "No!" his grandmother roared. "I will not have you questioning me all the time, Bobby Raphael. I have other fish to fry!" Reluctantly, Bobby let his hands fall to his sides, his long penis swaying like a rudder between his legs. He flushed, feeling Francine's eyes on him, then mentally shrugged. She'd seen his genitals twice already, when he'd gotten spanked the last two weeks. And Shirley had handled them twice since his last spanking, masturbating him to orgasm in the woods both times to his great pleasure. He thought he might love Shirley – maybe even marry her some day, and he had to admit her plan was working like a charm. His grandmother was screaming at Maxine, shaking her like a rag doll as she did. "Old bag, am I? Think I don't know what's going on under my nose? Think you can engage in wanton, sinful behavior under my roof? I heard what you said about undressing boys, forcing them to fornicate in front of you! How many boys have you shamed yourself with, girl?" Maxine, flopping back and forth in her grandmother's grip, was unable to answer. Her grandmother kept shaking her. "I will not have you become the slut your mother was, leading my dear son into heathen ways, leaving him vulnerable to temptresses like the she-devil who spawned your twice-cursed, worm of a brother!" Bobby flushed at her description of him and his mother but kept silent. She wouldn't have heard him had he spoken, anyway, because she continued to shout at Maxine. "I will not have you turn into one of those tramps who so misled my dear son. And with your own brother! How could you do that! Trying to force him to fornicate in front of you and these innocent girls! You're just like your white trash mother, and the slut who bore your brother! Leading my son astray with your feminine wiles! I won't have it, I tell you! I won't!" She looked around, still holding Maxine firmly. Maxine looked like she was in shock, her face so white Shirley feared she might faint. "Where's my pocket knife?" her grandmother boomed. Francine snatched a small folding knife from the table and held it over toward her. Maxine's grandmother's eyes lit up when she saw it. "That's it!" she said. "Go out to that apple tree in back and cut me a switch! No, make that two switches! And make them good ones, as thick as a pencil! Maybe I can beat the fear of God into this slut!" "Nooooooo!" Maxine shrieked, finding her voice. "You can't! I won't let you!" "I most certainly can, young lady!" Her grandmother raged. Taking her free hand, she grasped the front of Maxine's thin blouse by the neck and pulled, tearing the fabric savagely off of her, ripping the sleeveless garment to shreds and casting the pieces on the ground. Maxine shrieked, fighting to protect herself and cover her chest at the same time. Shirley was surprised to see that Maxine's nipples, rather than being tiny and boyish like her own, were small cones with prominent red nipples, although her chest itself remained flat. Glancing out the back window a moment, Shirley could see Francine approaching the apple tree at a run, already sizing up branches to complete her task. Shifting her eyes to Bobby, Shirley realized that Bobby was staring at his step-sister like someone at the scene of a nasty car accident, with radiators steaming and bodies strewn about. Shockingly, his pecker was growing, rising from his body and already angled away from the floor, climbing visibly as he watched his grandmother and step- sister battle. "Noooooo!" Maxine shrieked. "Not my pants!" Shirley's head snapped back to Maxine, where she discovered that Maxine's grandmother was in the process of tearing her bloomers off of her, ripping down the front seam with her meaty hand, exposing Maxine's panties and tearing shredded cloth off of each legs. Now only a pair of dingy white panties remained on Maxine's wildly gyrating body. The front door of the house banged open again and Francine raced in carrying the knife and a pair of wicked-looking switches. She pulled up short and stared, just as Maxine's grandmother grasped the front of her panties and pulled, tearing them like paper and ripping them from top to bottom. In less than a second, Maxine was completely nude, her buttocks and genitals bared in a single motion. She froze, in shock, then, realizing her state, shifted her free hand to clasp her genital region. But in that moment of shock, Shirley, Francine, and Bobby, all three standing together to one side, got a good, long view of the older girl's genital region. The first thing that struck Shirley was the number of differences between this girl's genital region and her own. Maxine had hairs on her crotch! Not many, just a thin scattering of downy fuzz, but it covered her whole pubic triangle and it definitely was hair in a place that she, herself, had no hair at all. Secondly, Maxine's tween wasn't the neat, shy little fold that she possessed. Folds of dark pink projected between her furrowed labia like the petals of a flower, and the hooded bump at the top of the slit, invisible in Shirley under normal circumstances, projected outward on Maxine about a quarter of a inch, so it made a little button at the top of her slit. All in all, Shirley decided, Maxine's tween was messier looking than hers, rawer and uglier somehow. She glanced away, only to catch sight of Bobby's penis, now standing above horizontal and projecting out in front of him like the handle of a tool, bobbing in the air with his movements, pulsing at the tip with his heartbeat. She resisted the urge to reach out and circle it with her hands – not a good move at this point. "You want to be a slut, I'll help you!" her grandmother was saying. "There, now you can show your goods to the rest of the world! Let them all see your shame!" She grabbed Maxine's other hand, yanking it away from her crotch, and leaned in, inspecting it closely. "Just as I thought!" she crowed. "That's the cunt of a fornicator, not a virginal girl! See how it hangs out, lewd and disgusting like that! You've obviously been playing with yourself ceaselessly, just like a boy! Just like you were trying to make your brother do! You've had your hands in your cunt, girl, probably every chance you get! Well, I'll soon beat that out of you!" She turned to Francine, snatching a switch from her hand. As she did, she caught sight of Bobby, standing staring with his penis at full staff in front of him. Her face became a snarl. "And you! Looking at your sister with lust, I see! I'll deal with you next! Look at the two of you, lust in your hearts clouding your senses, blinding you to God! I will not have lust in my house, I tell you! Not if I have to beat you day and night!" She turned back to Maxine, circling her middle with her arm, lifting her in a bear hug, and then flopping down on the couch and dragging her over her ample lap. She began switching Maxine hard, hitting her buttocks and legs with abandon as Maxine shrieked and thrashed, trying to escape the stinging pain. Red switch lines appeared on her buttocks and the backs of her legs, making red welts where they crossed each other as the furious whipping continued. Shirley, Francine, and Bobby stared in shock at the viciousness of the beating the older girl was getting. This wasn't what they'd planned – they'd thought Maxine would just get a spanking, or a paddling, not a beating like this! Shirley tried to intervene. "Please stop, Ma'am!" she shouted. "You're killing her!" The grandmother looked sideways at Shirley, pausing a moment. "Get out!" she exclaimed. "Slumber party is over! Go home, and leave me to deal with my young 'uns as I see fit!" Shirley and Francine recoiled, than rushed to pick up their bags. Meanwhile, Maxine had twisted herself around so that her buttocks and legs were now facing the floor, her free hand trying to cover and soothe the stinging welts. Her legs were splayed, so that her vulva was wide open, displaying the moist, pink folds in the center and even displaying the nub of her pee hole and the larger, wide-open tunnel into her that was underneath. Her grandmother turned back, saw the girl's unprotected genitals gaping in front of her, and brought her switch down, hard, right across her labia just below the nub of her clitoris. Maxine uttered an unearthly scream and curled into a ball, falling on the floor as Francine and Shirley scuttled out of the room. Behind them, they could hear more switch blows and Maxine's shrieks as each one struck her now unprotected buttocks. Once out the door, Francine quickly dragged Shirley sideways, around the house to the living room window. There they huddled in the darkness, peeping in at the brightly lighted scene before them. Maxine's grandmother was leaning over her, puffing like a steam engine and raining blows on her lower section, hitting her genitals or buttocks, depending upon which was showing. Bobby was standing, frozen in horror, his long penis still bobbing at full erection in front of him, whether from sexual feelings or just excitement nobody could judge. The grandmother finally straightened up and fixed her glare on Bobby's bare frame. "You!" she screamed. "You started all this, by coming into our household and bringing temptation with you. You, with your sinful good looks and your charm and your ungodly, evil member! Forcing me to spank you naked, so that you could inspire your sister's lust by waving that, that, that THING at her! Making her think unnatural thoughts. She's a slut, but you, you're the spawn of Satan that tempted her!" She advanced on Bobby, cowering at her words and trying to hide his erect member. "Stop touching yourself, I said!" his grandmother ordered. "What do I have to do to make you stop that filthy habit, cut it off! Because I will! I'll get my big sewing scissors, and I'll rid the world of your heathen temptations and any of your heathen offspring as well, Bobby Raphael! Or maybe I should just castrate you, would you like that? Take my big scissors and cut your baby balls off before they can get big and condemn other girls to perdition! Take away your urge to fuck! That's what you want, isn't it? You want to fuck girls, all the girls, even your own sister! You want to stick that ungodly tool of Satan into their virginal cunts and fuck them until you spill your Satan- cursed seed into their holy places! Even your own sister! You want to fuck your own sister! That's why you're hard, looking at her, wanting to fuck her!" She struck like a cobra, suddenly darting out and snatching Bobby, gripping him and lifting his small frame into the air. "You want to fuck her, then fuck her! Treat her like the slut she is!" She hurled Bobbly down on the ground, on top of Maxine, who'd turned onto her back, sobbing, to protect her now livid buttocks. Bobby looked fearfully up at his grandmother, lying on his side sprawled across Maxine's legs, his hip against her privates. "Please..." he ventured. "Fuck her, I said!" his grandmother roared. "Fuck her whore cunt right now!" "No, Grandma, please!" Bobby said. How had all of this gotten so out of hand so suddenly? His grandmother threw down the switch and grabbed up her sewing bag, reaching in and snatching a huge pair of scissors, which she held up triumphantly. "I said fuck her!" she roared. "Stick that freak of nature in her cunt right now, and fuck her hard until you cum, or I'm cutting all your boy parts off right now!" Bobby looked at her, aghast, tears rolling down his ashen cheeks. "I can't have sex with my sister!" he wailed. His grandmother opened the scissors. 'Then spread your legs and hold still, Bobby-boy, so I can make sure you don't fuck anyone else, ever again!" "We gotta do something!" Shirley said urgently to Francine. "We gotta help them!" "I'll run to the street and get help," Francine said. Before Shirley could say anything, she was off running like a track star, disappearing around the house. Shirley, frozen to the spot, turned back to the window. Bobby, shaking, had knelt between Maxine's splayed legs, his pulsing pecker nudged up against Maxine's gaping slit. He looked over his shoulder at his grandmother again. "Please..." he said again. "I don't know how," he added, hoping that would be the end of it. "What do you mean, you don't know how? Don't give me that, you filthy brat! I'm sure your slut of a mother had you fucking her morning and night! She'd never let a tool like that go to waste!" She put the scissors on the sofa in easy reach and leaned over Bobby's bare butt, seizing it with both hands. "You know how to do it! You get your tool of Satan lined up," she said, grabbing Bobby's penis in a painful grip and forcing the head of it between the lips of Maxine's slit. "And you jam it in!" she said triumphantly, grabbing Bobby's butt cheeks and putting all her weight on them, ramming his penis into Maxine's tight, virginal hole. Maxine screamed at the top of her lungs as her brother's long penis invaded her suddenly and swiftly. Her Grandmother grabbed Bobby's hips by the sides and pulled him up again, making his penis slide out until just the head was still inside Maxine. "Then you pull out, and shove in again," she ordered, ramming Bobby forward again, forcing his penis into his sister's overly tight hole. Bobby could feel his pee slit separating painfully with each thrust into the tight orifice, feel his sister's hole gripping him too tightly. "Owwwww" he complained loudly in concert with Maxine's screams. "Stop it, Grandma! It hurts!" "Liar!" his grandmother said. "I know perfectly well you love this – it's the only thing males really care about!" She pulled Bobby's hips back again, making him pull out, then thrust again, making him slide painfully in. It was hurting him less with each thrust, almost feeling good despite his terror. "In! Out! In! Out! In! Out! In!" his grandmother chanted, forcing his thrusts. "That's how you fuck a girl!" She let go of him. "Now you do it!" Bobby froze, motionless, his penis buried to the hilt in his sister, their crotches touching, Maxine thrashing in agony under him. "I said fuck her!" his grandmother roared. "Squeeze your ass! Thurst those hips! Give it to her good! Teach the slut a lesson about what fucking is really like!" She waved the scissors threateningly at Bobby, who flinched and pulled rapidly out of his sister and then fucked into her again, pumping his hips like a madman to try to stave off the loss of his boyhood. Despite his terror, he could feel his body responding to the situation – he was going to cum – he was going to cum in his stepsister. He didn't want to, but he was going to. He stiffened, driving his hips in hard as he could, his penis impaling his sister, pulsing ineffectually as he came, releasing no semen but panting and groaning anyway. Maxine was still writhing and screaming under him, his grandmother still shouting almost incoherently. "That's it, boy! Show that slut that she's just a worthless whore, good only for your pleasure! Fuck her good! Then maybe I'll let you rest before you fuck her again! You can spend the whole night fucking her – teach the slut a good lesson!" Her eyes gleamed madly. "And then maybe I'll cut that thing of yours off after all!" Shirley stared in shock. He'd put his pecker right inside her! Humped it in and out like a boy possessed – so rapidly his hips were almost a blur. This was fucking! Maxine looked like she was in agony, and certainly sounded that way. Bobby was groaning and grunting now, stiffening, pointing his toes behind him, and shaking like he did when she rubbed his pecker for him. Was that what fucking was, the boy rubbing his pecker inside the girl? Could she ever do that? It must hurt something awful, judging by Maxine's responses. Behind the group in the living room, bodies suddenly flew into the room – big men grabbing the grandmother with firm hands and tearing the scissors away, wrestling her, ranting and shouting threats, to the ground. Other men pulled Bobby off of Maxine, his softer but still impressive penis pulling out of her glistening in the room light, Maxine curling into a fetal position. Francine appeared by Shirley's side again, watching in awe through the window at the unfolding scene. The grandmother kept shouting threats and fighting the 3 men who were trying to restrain her, until finally Constable Riley showed up and put her in handcuffs, hauling her roughly away and placing her in the back of a police car that sped away. Things were quieter then, Maxine sobbing huddled in a blanked, Bobby wearing pants but nothing else sobbing out a story to the listening men and women who had gathered in the small living room. Bobby was eventually given a shirt and led out to another police car, while Maxine was hoisted up still wrapped in the blanket and carried away as well. After that, people drifted out, the lights were turned off, and the front door shut behind the last person. Francine and Shirley slipped quietly away from the rear window. "I can't believe it," Francine said as they walked back to Shirley's house. "I never thought she'd go berserk like that!" Shirley was feeling exceedingly guilty. "It was all my fault," she said. "It was my idea to get Maxine into trouble." "You didn't get Maxine into trouble," Francine insisted. "She did that herself. She's the one who went charging in to torment Bobby. You didn't make her say the things she said. She's just mean, and she got what was coming to her." "She made him fuck her," Shirley said. "His own sister! She made him!" "She's one sick old bat," Francine agreed. "But they'll probably lock her up now, and put the two of them in an orphanage or something." "I just hope Bobby's okay," Shirley said meaningfully. And that was all she hoped, really. She liked Bobby, a lot. She might even marry him some day. She flashed back to several days before, when they'd been innocently planning the caper that had become such a fiasco. Just two days ago, when they'd met in the woods by the park again to go over the final plan, Shirley had reported that Francine was in on the plot as well. "You have to practice your part," Shirley had insisted. "Pretend that log over there is your bathtub and you're bending over to get the knobs. I'll come in and be Maxine." Bobby had obediently bent over the log, but Shirley had stopped him. "We gotta make this real, so you won't mess up! You have to take your clothes off!" Bobby had turned to her, looking suspicious. "How come you're always wanting me to take my clothes off?" he asked petulantly. "Why is it always boys who have to take their clothes off? 'Take your pants down, Bobby, so I can spank your naughty butt!' 'Take off your pants, young man, so I can examine you!' 'Take your pants off, boy and get in that shower like the other boys!' 'What's the matter boy, you ashamed of your own pecker?" He kicked at the ground. "Who said that?" Shirley asked. "You know, that last bit about getting in the shower and being ashamed?" "What? Oh, that was the counselor at church camp two years ago. They had this hose with a sprinkler on it that they hung from the side of the bunk house, and all the boys in each bunk had to get naked and get under it and take a shower at the same time. I didn't like it because they made us get real close together and they made us soap each other. The counselor said we got cleaner that way then if we soaped ourselves, but I think he just liked watching us touch each other. I mean, you had to do the other kid's butt and his boy stuff, and he had to do yours. It felt funny, and sometimes a kid would start to get hard, and then everyone would make fun of him." He looked off from Shirley, his eyes unfocused, lost in the memory. "That short kid with the blond hair—what was his name? Devlin -- something Devlin. He used to get hard every time he took his clothes off, before anyone ever touched him. He had the tiniest little pecker, too! Like this little bullet poking out of his crotch. If he got close to us when we were showering, he'd always poke us with it. He always wanted to get behind me while he soaped my front, and that little thing would be poking my butt crack the whole time." "Did you get hard?" Shirley asked, trying to picture what it must have looked like to have a group of 8 or 10 boys standing naked, soaping each other in their private places. Her loins tingled at the thought. She wondered if the girls' camps did that. "Naw, I never did," Bobby said. "But I always felt like I was going to, you know? And some of the kids liked to yank mine, because, well, you know why." He looked off into space, thoughtfully. "The counselor always had us shower and then had 'quiet time' afterward, where we were supposed to stay in the cabin and write home or read on our bunks. He made us stay naked while we did it – said that we had to 'air out.' I always laid on my front while I wrote my Ma—to hide my – well, you know. So people wouldn't make fun of it. The counselor would always pick one kid to go into his office with him—for discipline, he said. He'd shut the door, and in a while you'd hear the kid's bare butt being spanked. Not hard, you could tell, just loud. The kid would usually yell a little while it was happening, then it would get real quiet. They'd stay in there half a hour or so. The Devlin kid got it more than anyone else, but he didn't even seem upset about it, even when the counselor would walk down between the bunks, point at him, and say, 'Come one, Devlin – you're getting disciplined today.' He'd just get up and follow the counselor to his office, his little peter pointing outward like a little bullet." "Did you get spanked, too?" Shirley asked, her eyes as big as saucers as she tried to picture the naked blond boy walking between bunks full of naked boys, their butts in the air as they lay and worked on letters or wrote. "Naw, most of us didn't," Bobby said. "I was always afraid I'd get spanked, but he never picked me. Mostly, he picked the Devlin kid, and a few times he picked on some of the other smaller boys." "You mean shorter, or smaller..." Shirley pointed to Bobby's crotch. Bobby thought a moment. "Let's see -- he picked Devlin most of the time, but he spanked Nash at least twice, and Bosch a couple times. Both, I think," he said. He gazed into space lost in thought. "Definitely both. It was all the short guys with little peters that he picked. Maybe that's why he didn't pick me. Now that I think about it, he picked the guys who were hard all the time during showers – the ones pointing straight out or up even when we got done and dried and were walking to the bunks." He thought some more. "I asked Devlin once as we were getting undressed if he was afraid he'd get spanked again today, and he just shrugged like he didn't care. But I guess it didn't hurt much, because his butt would barely be pink when he came back, and he yelled a little during the spanking but never cried." Bobby looked even more thoughtful. "He'd come out again all flushed looking in the face," he said softly. "But his butt wouldn't be nearly as flushed as his face." "Mine's always red all over when I get spanked," Shirley said. "Mine, too," Bobby said. He shook his head. "Funny thing," he muttered. "Devlin's pecker would be all soft when he'd walk out. You could hardly see it. It was never hard then at all." He trailed off, staring into space. Shirley got back to the issue at hand. "We have to practice," she insisted. "And we have to make it as real as possible. So you gotta take your clothes off and act like you're leaning over the bath. Then you'll be acting naturally, and I'll come in and be Maxine. I have to see if your reactions are real." Bobby looked hesitant. "Don't worry about me seeing you – I've already seen all of you several times already, remember? I saw you get spanked twice, and I even touch you when I make you feel good!" Shirley said reasonably. "Now come on – take your clothes off and let's practice." Her loins tingled more in anticipation of seeing the boy's naked bum and privates again. Bobby crossed his arms and gave her a thin smile. "You think taking my pants off and letting you see me is no big deal? All right, take yours off first. Show me your thing first!" It was Shirley's turn to be surprised. "What?" she asked. "You heard me. I'll get undressed and practice if I get to see your stuff first. All of it, back and front. Pull your bloomers down and show me yours, and I'll get undressed like you want," he said stubbornly. "It's not fair that you get to see me and I don't get to see you." "Boys aren't supposed to see girls' things," Shirley said. "It's bad. My Mommy said never to let a boy see my tween or she'd spank me." "She's not here," Bobby said reasonably. "It's just you and me. And I won't hurt you, I won't even touch you! I just want to look. Then it will be fair – you'll have seen my private places, and I'll have seen yours!" Shirley looked doubtful. She was torn inside – she was very, very modest. Her parents, her aunt, and Jeremy were the only people who'd seen her tween in years. True, she not only let Jeremy see it, but let him lie on her and rock, his hard little pee-pee nestled in her furrow, until he pointed his toes, grunting, stiffened, and then collapsed on her in a sweaty heap, but he always undressed first until he was completely naked, and it was easier to get naked when he already was. Bobby was fully clothed, proposing she take her pants down while he was still fully dressed. Yet hadn't he had to take his pants down while she and the other girls were fully dressed, not once but repeatedly? It was only fair that he should get to see her in the same state. And the thought of taking her bloomers and panties down in this secluded, dark place and letting him look at her, like they shared a secret had her loins trembling. She bit her lip. "Okay," she finally said. "But you have to look away until I have them off," she added, maintaining some control. "And you have to be my boyfriend after you look. Turn around. I'll tell you when you can look." Bobby absorbed this, then turned obediently around, looking pointedly into the distance. Feeling exceedingly naughty, Shirley stripped her bloomers and her panties down to her ankles, then turned around herself, so that her butt would face him first. Not knowing what to do with her arms, she crossed them over her chest. "Okay," she said. "You can look now." She heard a rustle behind her, presumably Bobby turning around, then silence. She peaked over her shoulder. Bobby was staring at her butt, just standing there, staring, like he'd never seen anything like it. They maintained this tableau for some seconds. "You look good," he finally said. "Let me see your thing, now." "You mean my tween?" Shirley said. Shyly she turned around, keeping her legs together so that her tween stayed tightly together as well, the furrow disappearing between her legs. Bobby sat down on the log so that her tween was eye-height, staring intently. Finally he breathed out. "That's it, huh?" he said quietly. "Do all girls look like you?" "I think so," Shirley said. "I haven't seen very many. But the ones I've seen do. Haven't you seen a girl's thing before?" Bobby bit his lip, staring intently. "No," he finally said. "I've heard boys talk about them, but I haven't seen one before. How come it folds in like that? How do you pee and poop?" It was Shirley's turn to be the expert, courtesy of her experience in seeing Jeremy and Bobby naked, Jeremy extensively, Bobby less so. "I poop out my butt, just like you do," she said. "Show me," Bobby said. "Turn around and bend over and show me." Shirley turned around, facing her butt to the boy, but didn't bend over. After a minute, he said, "Spread it apart, or something, so I can see – I can't see anything this way." "You do it," Shirley said. Jeremy seemed to like inspecting her bottom every time they got together for the Rock and Hug game, but she let him do everything. Spreading it apart herself felt too naughty. Hesitantly, Bobby reached for her butt, settling his hands on her buns and then separating them shakily. She could feel his hot breath on her open crack as he leaned forward and studied her. She hoped she wasn't dirty – that would be embarrassing in front of him. After a long moment, he let go and leaned back without comment. Shirley turned back around. "The pee comes out the middle," she said, pointing to her front. "You can open it up and look, too, but be careful – girl stuff is delicate." "And boy stuff isn't?" Bobby said wryly. "You obviously have never see a boy get hit in the balls." But he was careful as he separated her labia with his thumbs and studied the moist, pink flesh underneath from inches away. "Where's you cunt?" he finally said. "You know, where boys stick their peters to fuck?" "You mean my tunnel?" she asked, shocked for a moment by his words, but then realizing she'd known that her tunnel was for penises ever since the day Jeremy's had slipped in briefly and painfully. She spread her legs apart for him, grasping her labia from each side and pulling them wide so he could look in. He stared for a minute, then she let go and reached for her panties. "That's all," she said, pulling them and her bloomers up. "Now you've seen me, and you have to be my boyfriend." "Okay," Bobby said. "But that means you have to let me look again when I want to." Shirley shrugged. She'd cross that bridge when she came to it. "Come on, take your clothes off," she said. "You promised." The practice session had gone well, and had ended with Shirley sitting on the log, milking the boy's long, boy thing – his pecker -- until it pulsed with pleasure again and he rose on his toes thrusting violently. Bobby had dressed in haste afterwards – it would be many months before his post orgasm embarrassment diminished. The night's adventures had been the talk of the town for weeks, rumors about what had happened bouncing all over. Bobby and Maxine hadn't had to go to an orphanage—they'd been taken in by foster parents,Bobby staying with the doctor down the street, Maxine moving into the next township. The old woman herself had been quietly placed in a home for the mentally deranged, and had died some years later. Shirley didn't see Maxine to speak of for a number of years after that, and even after she became Shirley's sister-in-law and saw her on occasion at family weddings and funerals, the days of their childhood were never mentioned. Mrs. Raphael shook her head and nodded, smiling, at the deacon as she took her normal front row seat. Funny how seeing something like that boy's bare genitals can take you back! Cute little boy Tommy Henson was, at least in his own way, but hung like a hamster like his brother, more's the pity. Well, there weren't many boys hung like her late husband, had been, were there? It had been the most amazing time, really, and the years of exploration that followed no less amazing. God, but she missed him! She wondered, briefly, what was in store for little Tommy Henson. Well, he probably deserved it, and the experience would do him good, she decided. In fact, in her opinion most boys could use a spanking now and then – make them take their knickers down and show those little peckers and get their little white butts beat! The world would be a better place.