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Learning to Bang, Part 2 of 2
Copyright (C) Kellis, August, 2002


Jacko scuttled forward, his black curls quivering with eagerness.
The odor discouraged him only momentarily.  He had long dreamed
of such an opportunity.  His thumbs preceded him to part the fat
labia.  Immediately the woman's hands turned over and displaced
his thumbs, pulling the lips much farther apart than he had
dared.  He gasped in delight at the wet, crimson complexity her
action revealed.

Pruet leaned far over her splayed leg to share the view, cheeks
nearly touching.  "That little hole is the urethra," he announced
in the voice of discovery, "her pee hole.  That lump above it is
the clitoris."

"Thanks for the poop," Jacko retorted sarcastically.  "This is
the first one you ever saw too."

"I saw my sister's," claimed Pruet defensively.

"When she was three," Jacko added derisively.  He had heard the
story.  "Back up, will you?"

Pruet drew back sharply.  Jacko leaned closer, putting out his
tongue, touching the clitoris tip to tip.  Sensitive even to that
delicacy, the woman released herself and raised her hands to
clasp his temples.  She pulled him closer and a bit higher.  He
began to lick the smooth hood above the lump.  Almost immediately
he felt her quiver.  Her hands were moving his head slightly side
to side.  He understood.  Now his tongue circled the small organ,
occasionally lifting it entirely.  Shortly she began to emit
nasal moans, but her thighs closed around his head, masking the
sound.  Wondering if it was the right thing to do, he increased
both the speed and pressure of his tongue.  Her entire pelvic
region bucked in response.

Her hand was feeling for something around his chin, neck and
shoulder.  She found the hand whose thumb had been first to touch
her, straightened three of the fingers in parallel and forced
them up under his chin.  Could she mean ...?

Tentatively he slipped the first digits over the vaginal sill.
Instantly her grip transferred to his wrist, forcing his fingers
deeper into her.  He gasped in awe.  Three fingers in her cunt!
New pressure on his wrist made her wishes clear.  He began to
thrust and withdraw the fingers while redoubling his lingual
effort.  Her hand fell away.  Her hips rolled powerfully back and
forth, rocking the whole bed, and he knew she was groaning
despite the cool thighs that clamped his ears.

The strong exertion lasted only a few seconds.  The woman's hips
twisted violently to one side, thighs forcing Jacko away.  He
fell back on his haunches, staring dizzily up at Jerd's
shuddering back.

"Wipe your face," Pruet ordered from lips curled in disgust.

Jacko obeyed with the edge of a bedsheet, then rose to his feet.
Before him Jerd, who had been sitting on the woman's breasts,
fell backward atop her legs, head dangling, eyes clenched shut.
Momentarily his penis thrust straight up, spouting a white stream
to fall back upon his belly.  The woman sat suddenly erect,
causing the boy to complete his back flip.  He fell off the bed,
hands and knees thumping on the carpet, feet narrowly missing
Jacko as they flew past.

Semen drooled from her mouth.  She leaned forward with a giggle.
"Are you hurt, Jerdan?"

"No!" he declared, snarling up from between her spread legs.

Her giggle became a laugh.  "I forgot, didn't I!"

"Damn it!" declared Jerd.

Pruet asked, "What'd she forget?"

"To quit sucking when I came."

Jacko recalled that indeed her mouth had become slack around him
at the moment of his first squirt.

She explained, "That's because Jacko was just giving me my own
pressure relief."

Jerd blinked.  "Huh?"

"I was coming too."

"You really were?" asked Pruet.

"Oh, yes.  Thanks to Jacko."  She smiled at him.  "That was so
sweet!"

The black head's eyes brightened.  "I'll do it again."

"Oh?  You liked it?"

He took a breath.  "Oh god!"

She chuckled approvingly.  Her gaze swung on stocky Pruett,
standing arms akimbo, his fat organ rising over her knee.  "But
you wouldn't like it, would you?"

He blushed, looking away.  "I ... don't know."

"I know what you'd like."  She scissored forward to the edge of
the bed and stood up.  "Lie down here in my place."

He frowned.  "What're you gonna do?"

"Only screw you."

He blinked but crawled onto the bed.

Jerd proclaimed, "I'm thirsty."

"Then go get a coke," she directed him, adding to Pruet, "Turn
over."

When he lay on his back, she said, "Not so far up.  Let your legs
hang off."

She helped him slither his buttocks to the edge of the bed.  When
he lay to her satisfaction, she clambered over his thighs, knelt
on his hips and reached between her legs to guide his entrance.
Jacko leaned close, watching from behind as the fat organ
disappeared between white marble buttocks.

The woman wiggled a few times.  She grinned under her arm at the
fascinated black head behind her.  "Feel of it."

Jacko's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You know you want to.  And you've touched his dick before, I'm
certain."

"Y-yeah, but ?"

"Go ahead.  Put your finger in beside it."

He hurried to obey.  "Oh god!" he murmured.

"Another one."

Gulping, he slipped the second into the tight heat and wetness.

"Try three."

"I don't believe three ..."  His voice trailed off as a third
finger passed readily beside the first two, curling around the
hard shaft belonging to another boy.  Jacko ducked his head to
one side, regarding Pruet guiltily, but the latter lay with head
raised on a pillow, returning a stare of fascination.

"I can feel you," he acknowledged.

Jacko agreed, "Boy, can I ever feel _you_!"

The woman laughed.  "And I can feel you both.  Take your fingers
out, Jacko, and put them in the next spot."

"The next ..."

"Just above where you were."

Could she really mean her asshole?  Hesitantly he touched the red
center of the wrinkles.

"That's it.  Work them into me."

"B-but ..."

She laughed slightly.  "I knew you guys would get here right
after school.  I took a shower and an enema.  You have nothing at
all to worry about."

"Okay," he agreed uncertainly.  He saw the petals of flesh
extrude slightly.  One finger entered her easily.

She held up one hand with fore and third finger aligned beneath
middle.  "Like this."

She arched her back, looking over her shoulders.  In a moment his
three fingers were buried to the knuckles in hot moisture.
"That's it," she murmured approvingly.  Her eye sought his.
"What do you think of this?"

A strong grip took the base of the fingers.  He felt an expelling
pressure.

She chuckled at his widening eyes.  "No, don't let me push you
out!  That's how it would feel if you were last night's dinner."

"You mean ?  Oh."

Pruet demanded, "Do you really have your fingers up her ass?"

"Three of them."

Her hips began to move.  "Now you screw _me_ while I take care of
Pruet."

"With my fingers?"

"At first."

He began to thrust them in and out as ordered.

"Slower!" she commanded.  "Keep time with me and Pruet.  And make
long strokes."

He soon settled into the rhythm of it.  The woman leaned forward,
easing his access.  He bent past his arm, studying the working
flesh at very close range.  It was easily the most captivating
spectacle he had ever seen.  The vaginal lips rolled in and out
around the thick penis, gradually turning crimson, while the anus
grew steadily looser on his fingers.  His penis had grown
painfully hard.

He raised up slightly.  Again the woman was looking under her arm
at him.

Her hip motion eased and she said with a twinkle, "Game for
something better?"

"What -- I mean, sure!"

She chuckled.  "Keep your fingers where they are and slip
yourself in beside Pruet."

"My ..."

"Your cock."

He stared stupidly while she arched her back, raising her
buttocks and nearly evicting the penis.

"You want me to ..."

"Put it in beside Pruet's."  She laughed.  "Don't you think it'll
fit?"

The fingers of his left hand, palm up, were inside her rectum.
Turning the palm down, which caused her eyebrows to bounce, he
crouched between Pruet's legs and presented his enflamed glans
between Pruet and the vagina sill.  When he pushed, she lowered
her hips, capturing both organs.

"Ho!" cried Pruet involuntarily.

"Ooo, I love that!" murmured the woman, eyes closed above a
dreamy smile.  She opened them to fix Jacko.  "Lean more forward.
You start moving, but take it slow and easy.  Pruet, the idea is
for you to put in while he pulls almost out.  That's the most fun
for all of us."

The began to move as directed.  Grunting, Pruet accused, "You've
done this before."

"My sweet boys loved it, but this is the first time in 12 years.
Would you believe I've had three in there at the same time?"

"How could you do that?"

"You do know that a pussy is meant to pass a nine-month baby,
don't you?"

"I mean, with the boys?"

She chuckled.  "We'll need Jerd for that, but I'll show you."
Her voice took on a tone of anticipation.  "You'll be surprised
at how much will go into a pussy."

The three bodies were plunging in a syncopated rhythm.  A drop of
sweat dangled on the end of Jacko's nose.  He observed, "I can
feel myself."

She said, "And I can feel you feeling you.  Satisfy my curiosity,
will you, fellows?  Were you both cherry?"

"Yes," answered Jacko promptly.  A moment later Pruet said, "No."

"Weren't you?"  The woman was evidently surprised.  "Jerd thought
you were."

"I never told him."

"Don't guys brag about such things?"

"It was my cousin," admitted Pruet.

"You never told anybody?" asked Jacko incredulously.

"No."  The stocky boy fell still, letting the woman do his work.
His eyes closed, but apparently he felt that further explanation
was needed.  "It was dark and she was drunk as a skunk.  She
thought I was her boyfriend."

"You bad boy!" cried the woman in an amused tone.  "A guy did
that to me in college and I didn't remember a thing about it."

"How did you know?" asked Pruet with interest.

"He told me, the son of a bitch."

"What did you do to him?"

"Screwed him again.  We ended up getting married.  Oho, Jacko!
Is it getting good?"

"Oh god!"

"Hey, don't shoot on me!" ordered Preut.

Jacko's pleasure was approaching the crisis.  "I'll pull out."

The woman said tartly, "And put in above him."

"Huh?"

"In place of your fingers."

This one he understood.  Her anus gaped when he withdrew his
fingers.  His soaking penis replaced them readily.  He pushed
completely into her, awed at the sight of her plush buttocks
wearing his pubic hair like an inverted beard.  He gasped when
her sphincters closed upon the root.  He began automatically to
piston within her.

"That's it:" she cried lewdly, "fast in my ass."

Pruet looked wide-eyed over her shoulder.  "Are you really up her
ass?"

"You know it!" Jacko crowed.  He adopted the same pattern as
before, thrusting in time with Pruet's withdrawals.  He could
dimly feel the other organ swelling the flesh as it passed.  The
phenomenon was interesting enough to reduce his excitement.
Wanting to confirm the sensation, he reached past himself with a
grin and slid a finger in beside Pruet's shaft.  "Hey!" called
the stocky lad, looking up wide-eyed again, prompting Jacko to
insert a second.

"Try it above," advised the woman.

"What?" asked Pruet.  But Jacko understood.  He had another hand,
after all.  At his next partial withdrawal he tucked the
fingernail close to the top of his penis and worked it readily
into the woman along with a slow thrust.  On the next he applied
a second finger.

Pruet had noticed Jacko's expression.  He said, "What the hell
are you doing?"

Jacko smiled beatifically.

"You're fingering me," Pruet accused.

"Myself too," Jacko retorted.

"Huh?"

The woman murmured, "He's got two fingers in my pussy with your
cock and two more in my ass with his.  God, this is beginning to
feel good!  I want another cock."  She looked over her shoulder.
"Is Jerdan still downstairs?"

"I'm right here," sounded behind Jacko.

"Then come around the bed, damn it."

A naked Jerd hove into Jacko's vision past the foot of the bed.
He knelt on the far side and waddled forward until his
half-flaccid organ dangled over Pruet's head in front of the
woman's face.  He was holding a foot long kidney-shaped something
in his hand.  Jacko blinked, recognizing a hospital puke pan.

The woman's body froze.  "It's not time for that, Jerdan."

"Aw, what the hell," the blond lad riposted.  "Let 'em see what
kind of slut you really are."

"Don't call me that!"

"Why not, if it's the truth?"  He raised the bedpan to a position
between hers and Pruet's faces.  "Open your mouth."

"Damn you, Jerdan.  It's too soon."

"You said you want it all.  Well, here's your chance, even if
they don't ever come back.  You've got two dicks in you and god
knows how many fingers.  Preut has squeezed your tits hard enough
to turn them red.  You ought to be in the mood this time.  So
open your mouth.  I'll keep it off the bed."

The woman sighed deeply.  "Oh, god, oh, god, just the thought --
But come around to your right.  We must keep it off Pruet."

She raised up slightly, bending her waist to swing her shoulders
far to the left.  Jerd shrugged and waddled around to follow her,
careful to keep his knee clear of Pruet's head.  Leaning also to
the left, Jacko obtained a clear view of the woman's profile.

Again Jerd positioned the bedpan under her chin.  He swung his
hips closer, raising his penis with his free hand.  Jacko watched
in breathless disbelief as a thin stream of pale liquid spouted
from the eye of the uplifted organ, splashed on the woman's chin
and dripped into the pan.  Slowly she opened her mouth.  Jerd
centered the stream between her lips.  She opened them wider as
her hips resumed their motion.  The glans drew closer until it
and its stream disappeared into her mouth.  The same liquid, pale
from the two sodas its originator had recently consumed,
reappeared over her bottom lip to cascade off her chin.

"Good god!" murmured Jacko involuntarily.

"What's going on?" demanded Pruet, craning his neck.  "Is he
pissing in her face?"

Apparently the couple were turned too far for the bottom lad to
see clearly.  "In her mouth," Jacko explained.

"In her _mouth_?" repeated Preut faintly.

"But she's not swallowing."  Just as he said that, Jacko saw her
larynx bob.  "I mean, not much."

One of her large breasts was clearly visible to him because of
the twisted torso.  Its skin above the nipple was rosy, probably
for the reason Jerd had assigned.  Jacko leaned forward and took
the appendage in his own hand, working the nipple between thumb
and forefinger.  He could not remember ever touching one before.

Suddenly the whole scene grabbed his vitals.  His dick was buried
to the hilt in a woman's ass, fingers in her cunt beside
another's dick, left hand squeezing her big, soft tit, while
another friend pissed in her mouth and the odor of piss and pussy
rose to his nostrils.  He took a breath and released breast and
penis to clutch the woman's hips instead, pistonning her as hard
and fast as he could.  Within a few strokes his second orgasm
exploded into her entrails.

He heard feminine screams, suddenly choked off, while he flopped
on his back in a daze.  She tore free of Pruet, shaking the bed
wildly.  He opened his eyes in time to see her flee the room
without a word.  He heard wretching sounds somewhere else in the
house -- and locally.  He flinched aside in time to avoid a burble
of Pruet's used coke.

"Let's go," said Jerd, setting the partly filled pan on the
floor.  "Now."

Pruet was slow to rise.  He stared at his brown stain on the
sheet.  "I ... I puked on --"

"Forget it," snapped Jerd.  "Get going."

Within two minutes they were dressed and out of the house,
departing by the same route.  Dusk had fallen on the street.
They shambled quickly along it, heads down.

After half a block, Pruet spat and asserted through clenched
teeth, "Thought you said she was a _nice_ woman!"

Jerd smirked.  "Didn't she suck nice?"

"God damn it, Jerd!"  Pruet shivered.  "What if she has a
disease?"

"She doesn't have a disease.  I've been fucking her for months."

"Pissing in her mouth?" asked Jacko.  "Why in the hell did you do
that?"

"Because she loves it."

"Bullshit!"

"No, really.  It's not the first time."

"You pissed in her before?"

"Twice.  When she gets fired up, she wants everything she can get
from a man.  Or a boy.  Really she means a boy.  I don't think
she likes grown men very much.  But this is the first time she
let me give her a full load.  That's because of your dicks
stirring her up."

"How can anyone love the taste of piss?" asked Pruet with a gulp.

Jerd sighed.  "I asked her that.  She learned to like it when she
was babysitting.  They tried everything they could think of, and
piss, she says, made the fucking better."

"Huh!"  Jacko sneered.  "Did you let her pee in _your_ mouth to
see if it works?"

"Not exactly.  When you lick her out, she pees a little, I think.
It's not so bad, you know."  He grinned at Jacko.  "_You've_
tasted it."

"Yeah," Jacko agreed wonderingly.

"That's disgusting too!" averred Pruet.

"Wait till you've tasted it," Jacko countered.  "It's bad at
first, but then it gets ..."

"Worse?"

"Then it makes your dick hard enough to hurt."

"How can it do that?"

"_Something_ does!"

Jerd added, "You gotta try it, Pruet."

"Not me."

Jerd, walking slightly in front, stopped and turned around.  Both
he and Jacko blocked the stocky boy.  "Don't be a dork," said
Jerd contemptuously.  "Everybody licks pussy."

Pruet stared at him without responding.

"There's nothing to it," asserted Jerd.  "And they _all_ like
it.  As much as you like sucking."

Pruet gulped again.  "I gotta go."  He turned suddenly away.
Jacko, looking around, realized that indeed they had reached the
cross street leading to the others' homes.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," Jerd called as Jacko and he
watched the retreating back.

"What did _you_ think?" Jerd demanded.

Jacko hesitated.  At last he said wonderingly, "I fucked a
woman!"

Jerd reacted approvingly.  "That's the idea!"

"In all three holes."

Jerd nodded.  "And that's just the start.  She knows lots of
tricks."

"When are we going back?"

"I don't know.  She's free all day today -- on Wednesdays -- but
teaches music every other day."

"Weekends too?"

"Huh!  We can't go on weekends: too many people watching the
neighborhood.  I'll give her a call and let you know."

"Okay, Jerd.  Thanks, pal!"

"Don't forget to keep quiet about it, or you'll fuck up the only
fucking you're likely to get in years."

"Don't worry."


* * *


As the only child, Jacko cleaned up the kitchen after a supper of
TV dinners while his father retreated to his computer.  His
mother looked up when he paused at the coat rack to don his
windbreaker.

"Where are you going?"

"Out for a while."

She grinned sourly.  "If I ask you where, you'll give me some
vague answer like the mall, won't you?  Well, I remind you, it's
a school night."

"Yes, ma'am.  I won't be long.  I'll be home before nine."

Breathing the crisp outside air, he thought with a grin, _What
would she say if I told her I was going to get laid?_  He
chuckled.  Probably she'd answer, _Don't come out in the cold all
sweaty._

The trees were mostly in leaf but the evening air was yet wintry.
He stepped up the pace, not quite running, enough to eat up the
intervening blocks.  Cars passed him but he had seen no one else
when he turned into Jerd's vague path around the woman's house.

The penlight from his jacket pocket showed him the unfamiliar
doorbell button.  From the rear alcove he could see no other
houselights.  The glass above the solid rear door showed a weak
light probably from a farther room.  He listened and heard
nothing except the leaves behind him, rustling dryly in a slight
breeze.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed the bell button and was rewarded
by a single ding within the house -- but nothing further.  He
waited several seconds and pressed it again.  At last he heard
footsteps.

Suddenly the door opened inward.  Dimly he saw her.  She had not
turned on the kitchen light.

Her eyes were luminous nevertheless.  "Is that you, Jacko?"

"Y-yes, ma'am."

"What do you want?"

"Can I ... talk to you?"

She pursed her lips.  "I can barely make you out.  Come into the
kitchen."

She stood back.  He passed beyond her, noting the sweet and sour
smell of alcohol on her breath, and turned around at the table to
regard her.

The kitchen possessed two windows.  She went to each and closed
the blinds.  Only then did she flip on the bright overhead lamp.
He blinked, shielding his dark-adjusted eyes.  She was wearing
the same robe and slippers in which she had greeted her afternoon
visitors.  Her ponytail had been neatened within a darker clasp.
He sighed, recalling the line of semen that had streaked her
forehead and soaked into the hair.  No sign of that remained.

She stood across the table, studying him.  "What's the matter,
Jacko?  Did Jerd gross you out?"

He took a deep breath.  "Maybe Pruet."

"But not you?"

"No," he declared.

Her eyes glittered.  "That's right, you're the one who's not
afraid of his own stuff, at least."  She smiled.  "Want a coke?
Have you had supper?"

"I could use a coke."

"Sit down then if you want to talk.  Take off your jacket."

He threw the windbreaker on the floor behind him and slipped into
a chair.  She filled a tumbler at the icemaker, poured it full of
brown fizz and set it before him.  With a twinkle in her eyes she
came around the table and plopped her well-padded bottom onto the
table itself, legs dangling, a knee pressing his elbow.

The twinkle became a grin.  "So what does the ex-virgin want to
talk about?"

He took a swallow of his drink.  "I ...  I wanted ...  I guess,
to thank you."

"You're welcome."  She chuckled, then demanded, "What happened
after you guys left here?"

"N-nothing."

"You didn't talk about me?"

"Yeah."

"And the general opinion -- what a bitch?"

He took a breath and blurted, "Jerd said you love piss in your
mouth."

Her humor vanished.  "Did he!"

"He said he'd done it several times."

"That little devil!"  But her voice contained no venom.  "He also
called me a slut to my face.  I suppose he ran me down pretty
low."

"Not ... exactly.  _I_ wouldn't call it that.  He said _why_ you
love it."

Her eyebrows rose.  "Did he indeed!"

"He said you learned it when you were a babysitter."

She studied him thoughtfully and shook her head.  "Oh, god, I
guess I'm in for it now."

Jacko blinked.  "In for what?"

"I knew Jerdan was risky."  She took a deep breath and leaned
back on extended hands, though her eyes never left his face.
"But I'd been alone here over a year and sitting beside young
guys on the piano bench almost every day, helping them through
the difficult passages, showing them cleavage just to see their
hard-ons.  Then along came Jerdan."

She sighed.  "When he moved his lessons here, I knew it was only
a matter of time before I took it out of his pants.  After that
..."  She produced a much longer sigh.  "All I wanted was what I
had before.  They say wanting to recover the past is always a
mistake.  If so, I just made a doozer, didn't I?"  She smiled
tremulously.

He frowned in puzzlement.  "Why was it a mistake?"

"It'll be all over the school by tomorrow night, won't it?  Then
the cops will show up."

He blinked.  "The cops?  Who'll tell them?  Not me!"

"Your friends at school."

"What friends!  Nobody will say anything."

"Pruet?"

"Not him either," Jacko retorted confidently.  "We swore our
oath."

"Your oath?"

"We have a special one to keep important secrets."

She shook her head.  "I wish I could believe in boyhood oaths.
Didn't you say Pruet was upset?"

"A little.  He's the kind who worries."

"Did I make him worry?"

"Letting Jerd piss in your mouth.  He's ... turned off, a little.
But he'll get over it."

"Will he?"

"The next time he gets a hard-on he'll remember what else you
like."

Her eyes showed interest.  "What about you, Jacko?  What else do
you like?"

"I like it all," he admitted, looking down.

"It didn't turn you off when ... even when you thought I
swallowed it?"

After a moment he answered, "I saw your face."

She grinned sourly.  "What did you see on my face besides piss?"

"It's what I didn't see.  You didn't _make_ one."

She blinked.  "I didn't make ...  You mean, I didn't show
disgust?"

"It made me come.  Right then."

She smiled slowly.  "Me too, Jacko.  That's why I strangled.  But
tell me why it excited _you_."

He took a breath.  "I've been thinking it over, what you did,
what I felt, what we were all doing to you, what Jerd said.  A
woman can't love men more than that.  That's what was so sexy."

She looked away.  "Oh, yes.  But only very young men, Jacko."

"Are grown up men so different?"

She shook her head.  "I don't really know if that's the problem.
I haven't seen my boys in over ten years.  I don't know how they
turned out as grown-ups.  But the men I tried as replacements ...
just didn't work."  She smiled.  "Maybe it's only the difference
in people."  She raised a hand to tousle his hair.  "At least I
had one more good afternoon."

"Today?"

"Yes."

"You'll have a lot more," he predicted confidently.

"Will I?  Pruet is turned off, you said, and I know Jerdan wants
out."

"He what?"

"He's tired of me, Jacko.  As you will be after awhile.  I know
the signs."  She chuckled ruefully.  "He's even dropping piano."

"Is he any good?"

"At what?  He has some musical talent, enough to please himself
in the future.  As a lover I'm afraid he's growing up fast."

"Growing up?"

"Becoming a selfish grown man unconcerned for the feelings of his
partners.  Well, the hell with him.  At least _you_ came back.
'Gather ye rosebuds,' as they say."

Her fingers worked furiously in the row of buttons fronting the
robe.  Scooting sideways before him, she raised one leg in a
flash of white thigh and lowered it on the other side of his
hips.  She leaned back on her hands, brown wiry hair almost in
his face, stretching her knees apart until vagina lips gaped
redly.

He bent but looked up at her over the rounded belly, between the
splayed breasts.

She returned his stare.  "Isn't this what you came for?"

He put tongue to her the way she had taught him earlier.

"This _is_ what you wanted to do?" she demanded.

"Uh-huh!" he answered nasally, licking furiously around the lump.

"Then do it all.  Put in your hand."

Pausing, he grunted an interrogative.

"You want to feel of a woman, don't you?  Put your fingers and
thumb together and work them into me."

He raised up in astonishment.  A smile flickered on her lips.
"Do it -- and keep licking."

A few pumps of the arm were sufficient.  She laughed at the total
fascination on his wet face.  "I like this," she declared.  "It's
the closest I can come to the real thing.  Now _lick_!"

The table was not solidly made.  It began to squeak, probably
where the legs attached, in time with his arm thrusts.  She soon
drowned that with the groans of an orgasm.  Her sphincters
gripped his hand like a hot, wet fist.  She gasped, "Take off
your clothes."

He retained the presence of mind to look around for peepholes,
but the windows were covered and the outside door was solid.  He
removed shirt and undershirt and let pants and shorts fall around
his feet.  Her legs rose to enclose his waist.  She lowered her
shoulders to the table, rolling her hips forward to maximize
clitoral contact.  He was pleased to learn that a tabletop was
the right height for this.

Now the table squeaked louder.  She continued to climax, moans
rising almost to screams, but not for very long.  The intimate
exploration had stimulated him unbearably.  He soon offered his
third deposit of the day to her greedy womb.


* * *


"I wish you could have seen your face," she told him with an
indulgent grin.  She had recovered enough to refill his tumbler
and pour a goblet of wine for herself.  She sat beside him, one
arm over his shoulders, breast rubbing his side.  They remained
in the kitchen.

"When you said to put in my hand?"

"No."  She chuckled.  "When you put your cock in afterwards.  You
thought it would be loose as a goose, didn't you?"

"Well, I --"

She stated smugly, "Long ago I learned how to grip."

"You're amazing, Maisy."

She sighed.  "I guess you'd better stick with _Maisy_."

"I'll call you anything you say."

"Just as long as you call on me often."

"Jerd said you're busy except on Wednesdays."

She grinned.  "Implying you'd like to see me more than once a
week?"

"Oh, god, yes!"

She pulled him tightly against herself.  "Thank you, Jacko."  She
sighed.  "But you'd soon get tired of me too."

"Is that what happened with your first -- with your boys?"

"No.  But I was their babysitter.  I saw them every afternoon and
all day Saturday.  Their parents owned a grocery store."

"Wow!  And you ... did it to them every day?"

"Just about."  She chuckled.  "I guess you'd call them a captive
audience."

"Four of them," he noted contemplatively.

"Each almost exactly a year apart.  It was a joke in the family."

"I'll bet."  His hand stroked her smooth thigh.  "When can I come
back to see you?"

"My schedule is free on Thursday evenings too.  But as to
_coming_ ..."  Her hand closed gently between his legs.  "Ah, the
gallant youthful penis!  It's been hard since you sat down,
hasn't it!  Jacko, we've still got tonight.  It's not even nine
o'clock."

He turned around to look at the clock over the den door.  "Thanks
for telling me.  I said I'd be home by nine."

"Who'd you tell?"

He hesitated.  "Don't worry, I didn't say where I was going.  I
just don't want to start out with you by getting them excited."

"Your parents?"

"Yeah.  I guess I really have to go, Maisy."

He kissed her lingeringly, tasting her alcohol but no trace of
Jerd's leavings.

When their lips parted, her hand continued to clasp his manhood.
"Stay another half hour, Jacko."

He shook his head.  Suddenly he grinned.  "Good thing it's not in
your mouth."

"You want it there?"

She bent towards his middle but he drew back hastily.  "If it
gets in your mouth I'll be here all night."

She sighed and watched as he drew on his clothing.  "Can you stay
later tomorrow night?"

"Yeah.  I'll tell them I'm going bowling.  The alley doesn't
close till ten."

She smiled but sighed again.  "Come early, will you?"

"And late," he said with a leer, "and as many times as I can."

"That's a lot at your age."

She lifted his windbreaker from the corner where he had thrown it
and was holding it out to him when a distinct "Ding" sounded in
the house.

He stiffened and her eyes grew large.  "The backdoor!" she
whispered fiercely.  "God, if anyone sees you here --  Go out the
front, Jacko, through the den and the living room.  Don't turn on
a light.  Maybe no one will spot you."

"Ding" sounded the doorbell again.

She waved her hands, whispering, "Go!  Go!" and snatched up her
robe.

He hurried through the indicated doorway into a dark room and
immediately banged his shins on furniture.  He froze, waiting for
his eyes to adjust, edging cautiously deeper into the room.  He
saw the outline of the door to the living room, recalled from
that afternoon, and slipped toward it.  Behind him he heard the
click of a latch.

"What do you --" he heard the woman begin.  Then her voice
softened.  "Oh.  It's you, Pruet."

"C-can I come in, M-Maisy?" stammered a familiar male voice.

Jacko found the front door.  He paused with his hand on the knob.

"I'm surprised to see you again," she said tartly after a 
moment's delay.

The lad's voice was nearer.  "Wh-why is that, Maisy?"

"Didn't I make you sick?"

"Sick?"

"You're the one who vomited coke on my bed, aren't you?"

A pause, then, "I'll clean it up."

"Huh!  It's cleaned up.  What do you want, Pruet?  Have you had
supper?"

"Yes, ma'am -- Maisy."

Jacko heard a tinge of humor in her voice.  "You're a very
well-behaved lad, aren't you, Pruet -- until you got involved 
with a disgusting slut."

"Don't say that!"  The male voice contained anguish.

"Why not, when it's true?  Are you thirsty?  Sit down.  I'll get
you a coke."

A chair scraped on the tile floor.  The ice crusher growled and
the refrigerator door sighed open.

"Who's glass is this?" asked the lad.

"Oh...  Mine, of course.  I like to chase my wine sometimes."

"Did you drink wine to ... to ..."

"To what, Pruet?"

"Get Jerd's taste out of your mouth?"

A peal of silvery laughter.  "Out of my mind, Pruet."

"Why'd you let him do that anyway?"

"Because I'm greedy."

"G-greedy?"

"When I have two cocks in me, I want everything else I can get."

"God!"

Jacko could imagine his friend's eyes staring in fascination.

She chuckled.  "Drink up, Pruet, and tell me why you came here.
Is it just because you want to tell me what a terrible person I
am?"

A pause ensued, long enough for the lad to take a swallow.  When
he answered at last, his voice was low.  Jacko had to concentrate
to understand it.

"I was thinking ...  All during supper I was thinking how lucky
Jacko is."

"Jacko?"

"He was ...  He did something, something I've dreamed of doing."

She barked a brittle laugh.  Her voice was charged with irony.
"I'll bet I know what that is."

"You do?"

Jacko heard a drawer slide open.  A moment later she said
brusquely, "Take your clothes off."

"M-my clothes?  But what's that stuff for?"

"To prove that I'm the slut Jerd said I was.  Here, hang your
stuff over this chair.  Want some help?"

Jacko heard the rustle of clothing.  He took a deep breath, shook
his head and turned to tiptoe back to the kitchen, but the
chiming of a nearby clock caused him to freeze.  It struck nine
times.

 From the kitchen Pruet's voice asked plaintively, "What do I do?"

"Daub some of that Vaseline in me first...  Now just slide in 
your cock.  I'll spread the cheeks...  Go ahead.  It's what
you've dreamed of."

"God!"  After a moment the boy asked in fascination, "Doesn't
that hurt?"

"It would if it was dry or you were too quick.  You have a nice
one, Pruet, but we've all passed bigger than that."

"God, it's out of sight!  But how does it feel?"

She laughed.  "How do you describe something up your ass?  If you
really want to know, ask Jerd to help you."

"Ugh!"

"I have a dildo upstairs that's about your size, but for now go
ahead and fuck me."

"Can anybody see us?"

She laughed again.  "Aren't you a bit late asking?"

Silence fell in the house.  The table began to squeak in its
curiously rhythmic manner.  Jacko imagined her bent over it while
Pruet plowed her from behind.  He was tempted to creep to the
kitchen doorway and verify that image.  But his recent discharge
much reduced the compulsion.  He recalled with satisfaction that
he was ahead of Pruet there -- with fingers as well as cock.  Also
at that moment his promise to his mother came to mind.

He listened a while longer to the squeaks, hearing masculine
grunts but no sound from the woman herself.  Apparently she took
less pleasure by asshole, even from a larger dick.

Resolving to ask her about that, he opened the front door.  Its
latch clicked loudly.  He froze, but the remote squeaking
continued unabated.  The streetlight was at the other end of the
block, leaving the walkway nearly invisible even to dark-adjusted
eyes -- and doing the same for him in regard to possible
observers.  He slipped out into the darkness and closed the door
quietly behind him.

A very content and satisfied young man strolled home in the chill
night air.



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