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Learning to Bang, Part 1 of 2
Copyright (C) Kellis, August, 2002	



"What's on your mind, Jerd?"

"Somebody who really loves dick."

Jacko's eyebrows rose in amusement.  "You know anybody like
that?"

Jerd, the Nerd, as he was generally known, grinned.  "Sure.  Lots
of people love their own.  But I'm talking about somebody who
loves _other_ people's dicks.  Maybe because she doesn't have
one."

"_She_?  Christ, Jerdie, I thought you were about to admit being
a fag."  Jacko slapped his own head ostentatiously.  "God, don't
give me such a scare!"

Jerd retorted, "Your scrawny ass is not in danger.  But I tell
you, this one loves it."

The two teenagers were standing just outside the schoolyard
fence, away from the coterie of cigarette-puffing girls and their
pungent clouds of blue smoke that lingered in the still air of
middle afternoon.  Jerd had stopped Jacko as he began to ride
past on a bicycle by striding into his path and catching the
handlebars.  They were both 16, tenth graders, and dressed alike
in high-top shoes, droopy shorts, short-sleeved shirts
appropriate to the early spring day and heavy book bags strapped
to their backs.  Each was approximately full-grown, the same
medium height and slim build.  A reversed ball cap adorned each
head, floating on black curls in Jacko's case, blond in Jerd's.
Both had blue eyes.  Jacko's T-shirt was inscribed with bursting
firecrackers and the legend, _Wouldn't you like to know!_  Jerd's
declaimed, _Make me happy / You'll love it!_  Jacko, the
bicyclist, was a virgin.  So was Jerd, according to Jacko's
latest intelligence on that subject, by now a few months old.

Standing astride the main bar of his bicycle, Jacko chuckled
slightly.  "Hell, they all love it, pal!  Ask any one of those
nicotine hags if she doesn't love dick."

Jerd's lip curled contemptuously.  "Think you'd get a straight
answer?  Besides, saying it and proving it are two different
things."

Jacko pretended to astonishment.  "You mean you wouldn't take her
word for it?"

The other sniffed.  "You know what'll happen if I ask one of them
if she loves dick.  She'll go, 'Know where I can find one?'  Then
she'll take my lunch money for a week to keep her from ratting."

"And you do like to eat."  Jacko studied his friend quizzically.
"But you already asked somebody, is that right?"

Jerd looked away.  His mouth worked indecisively.  He took a deep
breath and said softly, "I didn't have to."

His friend's eyes narrowed.  "You want me to believe some girl
walked up to Jerd, the Nerd, and told him out of the blue that
she liked his dick?"

"No."  Again Jerd hesitated.  He shook his head.  "She didn't do
that.  What she said was, she wanted me to bring her some more."

Jacko's eyes widened.  "She did what?"

Jerd stood straighter.  "I'm like, 'How many boys?'  She's like,
'How many can you get?'"

Jacko blinked.  "How many did you say?"

Jerd shrugged.  "At first I didn't know.  She's like, 'Three or
four would do for starters.  But they gotta be nice boys,
Jerdan.'"

"Wait a minute!  You're stringing me, aren't you?  Who was it,
your choir leader wanting more boys in the chorus?"

Jerd shook his head.  "This one doesn't care if you can sing,
Jacko."

"Then what _does_ she want?"

"I told you.  Dick."

Frowning, Jacko studied his friend's guileless face.  "Is this
for real, Jerd?  Who's the girl?"

"She's not a girl," Jerd admitted, dropping his eyes.

"Not a _girl_?  Oh.  You mean she's a woman.  How old is she?"

"Middle-aged, I think, about 30.  But she doesn't look it."

Again Jacko stared.  He took a breath.  "Jerdie, are you trying
to make me believe you actually banged her?"

But Jerd avoided a direct answer.  "What I'm trying to do is find
out if you want some too."

Jacko swung his leg over the bike seat to dismount and leaned the
vehicle against the schoolyard fence.  He confronted his friend
with fists balled on hips.  "Is this for real, Jerdie?"

"It's for real."

"What's she look like?"

"You mean you care?"  Jerd laughed.  "Who was it banged a
watermelon last summer?"

Jacko grinned sheepishly.  "A watermelon can't rat.  Is she a
pig?"

"She's no Kate Winslet, but she's got nice tits."

"You mean she's a fat pig?"

"About like Pimmie Walters."

Jerd had named a Rubenesque girl who shared their classes.

Jacko's eyes widened.  "That good?"  Only two days earlier he had
described Pimmie as "stacked."

Jerd raised a hand.  "Look, this is a grown woman, not a girl.
You can't tickle her ear and make her blush like Pimmie.  She
knows what she wants and she'll be in charge."

"In charge!"  Jacko frowned.  "Does she want something weird?"

"Yeah."  Jerd shrugged.  "She wants more than one dick.  I guess
that's weird."

"You mean ...  You mean more than one at a time?"

Jerd looked away.  "I ... I'm not sure about that.  Maybe she
just wants one after the other."  The boy paused in
introspection.  Slowly he shook his head.  "No.  She goes, 'I
want three more like you, Jerdan, all in me.'  And she shivered
like a fever."

"God!"

"Yeah."

"She calls you 'Jerdan?'"

"Well, it's my name."

"Then you _have_ banged her!"

Jerd took a breath.  "Okay."

"Just once?"

"Since February."

"Huh?"

"Every week.  Until the last two."

"She made you quit?"

"No.  We just ... slowed down."

"God!"  Jacko stared at his friend in reverential awe.  "'Every
week,'" he repeated.

"You going to go with me?"

"Yeah, sure! ...  Go where?"

"Not far.  Uh, Jacko, one thing.  I don't care what she does, you
got to remember this woman isn't trash."

"If you say so."

"No, I mean it.  We go in her house, you can't mess it up.  She
tells you to do something, you do it."

Jacko shrugged.  "Sure, sure.  What's her name?"

Jerd hesitated.  At last he said, "Maisy."

"Maisy who?"

"She'll tell you that if she wants you to know."

"All right.  When're we going?"

"In a minute."

"Huh!  You mean this afternoon?"

"Yeah.  You got a problem with that?"

"No."  Jacko's eyes brightened.  "I'm ready!  Which way?"

"One thing."  Jerd stepped closer to his friend and lowered his
voice.  "You gotta agree to something first."

"To what?"

"Stripping naked."

"Naked!" Jacko blurted.

"Keep your voice down."  Jerd looked hurriedly around before
continuing.  "She and I talked about this a lot.  She wants more
boys, the kind that aren't scared to strip down in front of each
other.  I told her I knew a couple like that."

"You did?"

"Yeah.  She wanted to know how I knew.  I told her about our
circle jerks."

Jacko's eyes widened in horror.  "You told her about sneaking
into the church basement?"

"I didn't say _where_ we jerked, just that we did it ... and
tasted each other's squirts."

"God, you told her that?"

"Yeah, and about swimming in Johnson's creek.  I had to convince
her.  You don't have a new problem with stripping, do you?"

"In front of a _woman_?"

"Huh!"  Jerd regarded his friend with astonishment.  "You're
supposed to strip when you _fuck_, for god's sake!"

"Oh, yeah."  Jacko gulped, then straightened up.  "Okay, if
that's what she wants, I agree.  Let's go."

But Jerd peered over his friend's shoulder.  "He should've been
here by now."

"Who?  Pruet?"

"Yeah.  I told him to meet us behind the school."

"You told him the same as me?  Did he agree to strip?"

"All but his T-shirt."

Jacko nodded.  "That scar on his back."  The boy in question had
insisted on retaining his T-shirt also in Johnson's creek.  As a
result he had avoided the painful sunburn that plagued the others
for a week thereafter.  "Will she let him keep it?"

Jerd shrugged.  "I don't know.  I don't know why he makes such a
big deal out of it.  We've all seen it."

"Didn't he tell you?  The reason it's dark is because he knocked
a poker out of a coal fire and fell on it.  His uncle claims it
looks just like an open cunt in the middle of his back."

"Pruet said that?  Huh!"  Jerd chuckled slightly.  "It does look
a little like one."

"Oh, you've seen a lot of them, have you?"

But Jerd didn't answer.  He turned to the chain-link fence.  "You
don't suppose Pruet got cold feet ...  Hey, there he is!"

"Where?  Oh."  Through the fence mesh Jacko recognized the third
member of their erstwhile trio sitting on the rear steps of the
school with a book open on his knees.

Jerd cupped hands around his mouth and shouted, "Pruet!  Pruet!"

The distant boy looked up and immediately rose to his feet at
sight of their waving arms.  He broke into a trot along the
walkway toward the gate.

Watching him run, Jacko asked conversationally, "Does she like
big dicks?"

"I guess," Jerd replied, adding with a sheepish grin, "How would
I know?"

"She didn't say?"

"No."

"Guess we'll find out.  Pruet's is big."

"Yeah," Jerd agreed darkly, "and he doesn't mind showing _that_!"

The third boy arrived, beginning to pant.  Shorter and beefier
than the other two with dark brown hair and brown eyes behind
black-rimmed glasses, he was dressed in the same style, including
the book bag strapped to his back, differing mainly in the book
still clutched in one hand.  His T-shirt proclaimed over a large
red heart, _Been there, done that, she loved it_.

His eyes accused Jerd.  "Thought you were gonna wait behind the
school!"

"This _is_ behind the school, you dork!"

"_Way_ behind it!"  But Pruet was unconcerned.  He peered
near-sightedly at Jacko.  "You been dicking her too?"

"_Me_?"

That was answer enough.  The newcomer declared with evident
satisfaction, "Good!  If he's scamming me, he's scamming us
both."

"Scamming!" Jerd protested.  He sniffed.  "Just follow me, and
you'll soon find out."

The three boys turned away along the sidewalk, Jacko walking his
bicycle.  They pushed their way through the girls and their pall
of smoke, both parties pretending to ignore the other until the
three had passed.  Behind them a feminine voice rose above the
others, "God, I can't stand goody-goody nerds!"  Shrieks of
laughter resounded.

"Bitches!" Pruet hissed under his breath.

"Forget them," Jerd suggested.  "They're fakes."

"I hope they're the only fakes," muttered Jacko darkly.

"You mean me?"  The demand was almost belligerent.

Pruet eyed him.  "You didn't exactly give out a ton of news.
What'd he tell you, Jacko?"

"Yeah, not much.  He's been dicking this _woman_ that says she
wants three or four dicks at once."  Jacko chuckled wryly.  "I
sure never heard of a woman like that."

Jerd frowned, opened his mouth to expostulate, then shrugged.
"You'll see for yourself in a few minutes."

"Where're we going?" asked Pruet.

"Not far.  It's on the other side of your place, Jacko.  You can
drop off your stuff."

"Well, I've read about women like that," declared Pruet.  "How'd
you get up with a whore, Jerdie?"

"Damn it, she's not a whore.  I told you both, this is a _good_
woman, goes to church and everything."

"Church?  _You_ don't go to church!"

"But she does."

"Where does she live?"

"On Vance."

"In the project?"

"No.  Before that.  In a house six blocks beyond Carter."  Carter
was the cross street on which both Jerd and Pruet lived, though
in opposite directions.

"A house?" Jacko repeated thoughtfully.  "What's her husband
gonna think about us visiting?"

"She's divorced."

Pruet sniffed.  "All right.  Let me put it another way, Jerdie.
How'd you get up with a grown woman who's divorced?"

The target of that question walked on several steps.  At last he
sighed and shook his head.  "Maisy said you'd ask all that.  I
guess it's true she knows boys."

"Maisy," Pruet repeated.

"He didn't tell you her name?" asked Jacko.

"No.  He's like, 'She's 30 but looks a lot younger, stacked like
Pimmie Walters, wants a lot of boys at once.'  I go, 'One at a
time?'  He's like, "All together.'  What else did he tell _you_?"

"Just her name.  And she asked him to get her three or four guys
who don't mind showing each other their dicks."

Jerd shook his head.  "Not just their dicks.  She wants us naked,
I tell you."

Jacko asked, "You gonna take off your T-shirt, Pruet?"

"For my first piece of ass?"  The shortest heaved a sigh.  "Guess
I will, but I'll keep my back turned away."

"I'm glad you changed your mind," commented the arranger
sincerely.

Jacko asked, "How long've you been seeing her, Jerd?"

"Seeing?  I met her last fall."

"Last fall!" both companions exclaimed in unison, turning
incredulous eyes upon him.

"Something wrong with that?"

"Remember in the church basement talking about the teachers we
wanted to bang?"

"Yeah.  Oh."

"Right!  You claimed you were a virgin too.  Why'd you scam us?"

"I didn't scam!  That was in January."

"You mean ..."

"I mean we've been banging just a couple months.  Since February
29th, in fact.  Going on three months."

"February 29th!" repeated Pruet, wide-eyed.

"Yeah."  Jerd grinned.  "It was a nice joke to us.  She goes,
'Wanta take a big leap on leapday?'  I go, 'Leap?  Leap where?'
She goes, 'From cherry to not cherry.'"

"Wow!" exclaimed his listeners in awe.  Pruet added, "That is so
cool!"

"You lucky shit!" Jacko declared enviously.  "What the hell were
you doing on February 29th?  I don't even remember what day it
was."

"_I_ remember, all right!  It was a Tuesday."

"Tuesday!" Pruet repeated, suddenly alert, eyes wide to match
Jacko's.

"Yeah," admitted Jerd, looking from one to the other and sighing.
"No way to keep it from you.  You've seen her, Jacko.  She's my
piano teacher."

"Holy shit!" mumbled the bike pusher, chin sagging.  "That's a
_fox_!"

As if by common consent all three paused, two to stare in
vicarious pleasure at the imagined exploits of the third, who
threw out his chest.

"You've seen her?" Pruet asked Jacko.

"Yeah.  Drives a blue Toyota, right?"

Jerd nodded.

"I saw her once or twice when she came to Jerd's house for his
lesson.  You didn't bang her in your own house!"

"No, no," corrected the proud copulator.  "In _her_ house!  I've
been taking my lessons at her place since Mom went back to work
in February."

"You see her once a week?" asked Pruet as they resumed walking.

"At first.  But until just lately I've been going every few
days."

"She loves it!" concluded Pruet, eyes glowing.

"Yeah, she loves it."  But Jerd's chest sagged and his eyes
shifted away.

They reached Jacko's apartment, where the black-haired boy shoved
bike and book bag into the front door and locked it behind him.
He thought of offering the same service for the others' bags, but
his place would be out of the way for them later.

Back on the street Pruet picked up his theme.  "She loves it too
much, is that right?"

Jerd didn't answer.

"What do you mean?" asked Jacko.

"Jerdie's not man enough for her."

Jerd saw the smile that flicked over Pruet's lips.  He said
stiffly, "That's not it."

"Then what is?"

"I ...  We talk about things.  She's like, 'One jelly bean can
satisfy your sweet tooth, but you can go all day on a whole
bag.'"

"She said that?"

"Yeah.  She used to have a whole bag."

"Of jelly beans?" asked Jacko incredulously.

"She told me about four brothers who lived next door to her when
she was a teenager.  They were only a little younger, but still
she babysat them after school."

"You mean ..."

"Yeah.  She banged all four of them every afternoon for years."

"Holy shit!" muttered Jacko again.

"She says most women don't have the chance to learn what that's
like."

"I reckon not," breathed Jacko.

"And that's why she wants all of us?" asked Pruet.

"Yeah.  Look here: if she goes for it, it'll be the phattest
setup you could think of.  You can quit eating your heart out
over those sluts at school."

"'_If_ she goes for it.'  What're you getting at?"

"Two things: it's her place.  She's in charge and we're gonna do
what she says."

"As long as she says, 'Fuck!'"

"She won't have to say _that_."

"What else?"

"This stays our secret, even more than the jerking off.  We won't
tell another living soul anything about Maisy.  If your folks ask
where you went, say my place.  Most of the time my sister's out
with her boy friend, so they can't prove anything."

Jacko shrugged.  "Who would we tell?"

Jerd nodded with a grin.  "Not too many, with the girls and the
jocks hating us."

"It's a deal," declared Pruet.

"Spit in your hand," ordered Jerd, ejecting a glistening glob
into his own.

Three slimed hands slapped together overhead, clasping to mix the
saliva before wiping on pants' legs.  Pruet had invented this
ritual for them in elementary school, on the occasion of their
sneaking into the girls' washroom and painting all the toilet
seats with red-dyed motor oil.  It had been invoked previously
only twice in their long relationship.  It was their most solemn
ceremony of commitment.

They were proceeding down the sidewalk of a residential block.
"That's her place," said Jerd, pointing to a half-brick two-story
with attached garage.  "Stay off the grass, Jacko.  We're not
going in the front door.  The neighbors know she can't teach
three to play the piano at once."

"Maybe not the _piano_," Pruet smirked.

"Then how're we gonna get in?" asked Jacko.

"In the back through those woods."

But Pruet stared at the mailbox beside the driveway.  "This is
Maisy's house, number 3017?"

"Yeah.  3017."

The brown-eyed boy pointed back at the mailbox, on the side of
which was emblazoned, "3017 / Abigail J. Henshaw."

Jerd grinned weakly.  "Would you believe that's who used to live
here?"

"No," retorted both his listeners automatically.

Jerd took a breath.  "We forgot the damn mailbox!  Listen, she
wants you to call her Maisy.  She made me learn to call her that
too."

"That's weird," Jacko judged.

"Maybe not," suggested Pruet thoughtfully.  "We won't slip up and
mention her real name."

"That's the idea," Jerd agreed.

The next two lots were vacant, overgrown in trees and underbrush.
After glancing around at the street empty of observers, Jerd led
them onto a faint path between two bushes.

"Is this how you come?" asked Jacko.

"Except when I have a music lesson.  Now keep quiet.  Kids play
in these woods."

This was a relatively new subdivision whose edge they were
skirting.  The tangled underbrush, taller than a man, grew close
to the grassy back yards, in this case almost to the side of the
house.  Jerd paused at the edge of the clearing, eyeing the
street they had quitted and the house next adjacent.  "Coast is
clear," he announced softly.  "Come on."

They straightened up and walked quickly to the backdoor, which
opened as they stepped up on the stoop.

"Hurry up, get inside!" instructed a low female voice.

The boys pushed from the sunny outdoors into the relative
darkness.  The door closed behind them.  Their greeter was a
plump woman, a little taller than average, in a knee-length
corduroy robe, brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, restrained
by a large gold clip.  Her oval face retained youth.  Thin brows
arched over crystal blue eyes, presently shifting swiftly from
one boy to the other, an upturned button nose and full lips now
pursed uncertainly.  The skin of her throat was smooth and
creamy.  The forearms extending from her sleeves were dusted with
brown hair.  Her feet were thrust into heelless slippers.

Her eyes came to rest on the familiar face.  She chuckled
slightly and shook her head.  "It's a good thing nobody was home
next door to see the parade."

"We didn't notice anybody," Jerd answered defensively.

She snorted.  "I'm not worried about what _you_ noticed!"  She
took a breath and smiled at the others.  "I'm Maisy, as Jerdan is
supposed to have told you."

"He did," Jacko acknowledged.  "I'm Jacko."

Jerd found his manners.  "Right.  And the guy with glasses is
Pruet."

"I guessed.  I'm pleased to meet you, gentlemen.  Leave your book
bags beside the door."  She gestured at the kitchen table.  "Sit
down and tell me about yourselves while I pour us some cokes."

As customary when dealing with adults, they volunteered little,
but apparently the woman was only being mannerly.

"As you've probably guessed," she admitted with a grin, lowering
her tumbler to the table, "Jerd and I have discussed you two at
length.  I feel that I already know you -- superficially, at
least, but what has he told you about me?"

They looked at each other.  Jacko finally answered hesitantly,
"That you like, ah, boys."

She nodded.  "That's the exact word: _boys_."

Pruet showed interest.  "Meaning you don't like girls?"

"Oh, no.  I get along fine with girls" -- she winked -- "in the
music room.  What I meant was, boys as opposed to men."

Jacko was puzzled.  "You don't like men?"

"Oh, I _like_ them all right.  I just don't have any luck with
them.  Three years ago, for example, I quit smoking.  It was the
hardest thing I ever did.  I gained 25 pounds, which as you can
see, I still mostly have.  Instead of supporting my battle, my
husband, the self-centered bastard, left me over it."

Jacko blinked.  Some response seemed required.  He said, "I'm
sorry."

She smiled.  "Thank you.  But I remembered something better than
selfish men.  I'm sure Jerdan told you about how I grew up."

"Babysitting?" suggested Jacko.

"Right.  For the neighbor's boys.  They were such sweethearts,
all four of them!"  She took a deep breath.  "Let's get down to
it.  Jerdan says you're very old friends, almost from
kindergarten."

"The first grade," said Pruet, nodding.

"But now you're all three 16."

"Right."

"Good.  I don't want to suffer the fate of that unfortunate woman
in Seattle with her child fathered by a 13 year-old."  She
laughed shortly.  "Don't look so wide-eyed, Jacko.  I'm not the
kind who has children, however old the father."

Pruet asked slowly, "Don't you sometimes ... get them
accidentally?"

"Most of the time, so I understand!  But I've taken adequate
precautions, I assure you."  She sat straighter.  "And you boys
don't mind being naked together, right?"

Jacko shrugged.  "Who cares?"

"Not even Pruet and his scar?"  Everyone stared at the boy with
glasses, who blushed.

Jerd avowed, "He'll get naked, though he means to keep his back
turned."

She sniffed.  "Oh, surely you'll let me see it, Pruet!"

"I ... I guess."

"You fell on a poker that had been used to stir a coal fire?"

Pruet glared at his friend.  "Darn it, Jerd!"

"Don't blame him," she admonished.  "You're here because he
painted you so winsomely."  Her eyes twinkled.  "And told of you
masturbating each other."

Both Jacko and Pruet blushed at that, despite Jerd's earlier
warning.

"Please don't worry," she hurried on.  "I assure you _I_ don't
think less of you for it -- quite the contrary!  It's only
natural for such close friends to be curious.  You are the first
people I've been able to find since my teen years who were that
easy with each others' bodies, either men _or_ boys."

"What about girls?" asked Pruet.

She grinned.  "Well, I haven't been looking for that kind of
_girls_, although I suspect they'd be easier to find.  Girls are
accustomed to people looking at them.  They lower their eyes and
endure it.  After a while they may even come to like it...  About
finished with your drinks?  Come on upstairs."

She led them to the second floor and a guest bedroom, where she
shoved open the sliding door of a closet that held only coat
hangers.  "You may hang up your clothing or pile it in the
corner, as you wish."

Jacko stuttered, "You, you w-want us to get naked now?"

"All of us, all the way," she answered emphatically, adding with
a smile, "Pruet can keep his eye-glasses at first, in case he
wants to see ... well ... _me_."

The boys undressed hesitantly, but eventually three sets of male
clothing, including high-tops and socks, thudded into the same
corner of the room.  The woman in her robe and slippers sat in
the single chair, hands crossed in her lap, and watched frankly.
When the three underpants had joined the rest, the boys
hesitated, looking at each other.  Pruet glanced at the woman and
blushed.  Jacko's hands covered his genitals briefly before he
shrugged and straightened up.  Jerd stood with a slight smile,
hands crossed behind him, hips thrust forward toward the woman,
penis already stirring.  Jacko thought it looked different
somehow from its display in the church basement.  Did fucking
change a dick?

"Wha'd'ya think, Mai-zee?" Jerd asked rather contemptuously, or
so it seemed to Jacko.

"Very nice," breathed the woman in obvious admiration.  "Such
nice pecs!  I thought you boys were bookworms.  You didn't get
those muscles bent over books in the library -- especially
Pruet!"

Jerd shrugged.  "I told you we aren't jocks, but we do play a
whole lot of tennis."  He laughed.  "What's funny is that Pruet
is the computer nerd who reads the most and goes to the court the
least."

"Must be genetic," she suggested.  "And I'm sure because of the
prejudices in this world you've let genetics determine the other
thing of particular interest.  We'll find out pretty soon."  She
smiled.  "But you boys are fine specimens, all of you.  I am _so_
pleased to have you in my bedroom."

"How..." began Pruet diffidently, "how about ... _you_?"

She smiled confidently.  "You look like red-blooded boys --
red-blooded young men, actually.  I don't think you'll be
disappointed.  But before we get to that I want you to use the
bathroom."  She indicated the closed door opposite the closet.

"I don't need it," Jerd protested, curling his lip.

"Come along anyway," she countered, rising from the chair.

Regarding her with raised eyebrows, they nevertheless rounded the
bed to the indicated door.  She brought up the rear.  When they
crowded around the toilet, she pushed in between them and raised
the seat.  Straightening, she slipped her arms around Jacko and
Pruet.

"Cut loose, boys," she ordered.

Jerd hung back.  Jacko shrugged and released a thick stream into
the bowl.  Pruet leaned forward slightly.  His stream was thin
and soon petered out.

"I went at school," he explained apologetically.

"It's enough," she assured him.  While the other cascade roiled
and bubbled in the water, her hand encircled Pruet's flaccid
organ, unconcerned by the lingering drops that wet her fingers,
and rolled back the long foreskin to expose the bright purple
glans.  "How did you manage to avoid circumcision?"

"My old man calls it 'mutilation.'  He won't let my sister pierce
her ears either."

"How old is your sister?"

"Fourteen."

She chuckled.  "I suspect he'll soon find out his daughter has a
mind of her own.  What about you?  Would you like to have a pink
knob like your friends?"

"I don't know."  He grinned.  "I sure don't want any pain
_there_!"

She nodded.  "A good reason.  There are others."

Jerd said, "You never did answer my question about that."

Her hand cupped Pruet's testicles absently.  "I can tell you the
only place it matters to a woman is in her mouth.  The doctors
finally rejected that old idea of uncircumcised cocks causing
cervical cancer."

"What kind of cancer?"

"In the front of the womb," explained Pruet.

The woman laughed.  "Been reading about female parts, have you,
Pruet?"

He nodded, blushing again, partly at the admission and partly
because his organ was rising in her hand.  But he retained
presence of mind to ask, "What's the difference in her mouth?"

She sniffed.  "What do you think?  It _tastes_ different."

Jacko had finished at last.  Her other hand went to his organ,
already half erect.

Smiling, she squeezed it gently.  "Something pleases you, Jacko?

"Yeah...  Watching you with Pruet ...  Yeah!"

"At your age it's natural to be quick."  She released Pruet and
took Jacko's hand.  "Come back to the bedroom."

He asked hesitantly, "Don't you ... want us to wash first?"

"You had a shower this morning, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

"And you, Pruet?"

The brown head nodded.

"That's clean enough.  I don't want men who taste like soap."

Jacko's eyes brightened and Pruet blushed slightly.  Jerd grinned
at his friends' reactions.

In the bedroom she shrugged out of her robe and suspended it from
a hook high on the closet door.  She turned at last to face them,
hands on her wide hips, eyes twinkling from one to the other.
"Do I pass, gentlemen?"

Both Jacko and Pruet's mouths fell open.  "Wow!" breathed Jacko
reverently.  Pruet licked his lips.  She exhibited a plentitude
of rounded flesh, with large breasts and nipples, a smoothly
protruding belly and thick untrimmed pubes above shapely thighs.
Under their awestruck gaze her areolas crinkled and the tips
erected half an inch.

She smiled in obvious pleasure and murmured, "Guess I should've
been a stripper."

"'Cause you like to show off?" Jerd speculated.

"To young men," she admitted, cheeks reddening slightly,
"especially when I can see the effect."

She took a deep breath and pulled Jacko and Pruet to the double
bed.  She sat on the edge, standing them before her with her arms
around the lean buttocks.  Both penises were fully erect.

"When I was young, I learned to love young guys," she murmured,
"especially here."  Leaning forward, she sought Jacko's organ and
with mouth alone sucked it in.  Quivering, he produced a startled
gasp.  Her head bobbed briefly, enclosing more on each forward
stroke, until she rested with her nose in his pubes, nostrils
flaring with each breath.

"Jesus Christ!" Jacko called involuntarily.

"Getting religion?" smirked Jerd.

Jacko stared at his friend.  "It's ... down her throat!"

"It must be," agreed Pruet, peering wide-eyed at the spectacle
beside his hips.

She backed away, releasing Jacko's organ, now glistening at full
erection.  Turning her head to Pruet, she breathed admiringly,
"This is a nice one!"

Pruet gasped and twitched in the manner of his friend as her
mouth enclosed him likewise, bobbing deeper until nose dipped
into pubes.  Her arms remained about both sets of buttocks.
Shortly she backed away slightly from Pruet and pulled the two
male bodies into close contact, overlapping the two firm organs,
taller Jacko's above Pruet's.  Her mouth worked side to side.
Both glans disappeared within her lips.

"Good god!" muttered Jacko.

Jerd, leaning close, giggled.  "You _are_ getting religion!"

Her mouth released its captives.  "You too!" she declared to
Jerd.

"Huh?"

She caught him and pulled him into her circle.  Her arms
tightened around hips until all three knobs touched.  Mouth
stretched wide, she slurped in all three at once, though she was
not quite capable of enclosing them fully within her lips.  Her
effort produced a squeal of suction.

Pruet trembled.  "It tickles!"

She fell back with a bark of laughter.  The boys looked at each
other with wide eyes.  Chuckling, she asked, "That surprised you,
did it?  I haven't done that in, oh, ten years.  But would you
believe you can get _four_ in your mouth at once -- if a couple
are smaller?"

Pruet stared.  "How would you get them that close together?"

She smirked.  "You need to know your geometry.  Jacko, did those
pushes mean what I think?"

"Oh, god," the boy murmured weakly, clenching his fists at his
sides.

"You don't mind if I taste, do you?"  Without waiting for a
response she forced his straining organ deeply into her mouth.
Almost immediately he groaned involuntarily, hips trying to
thrust.  Her eyes widened.  A white fluid spilled from both
corners of her mouth.  At half the shaft her lips parted,
releasing more fluid to string from her chin.  Jacko moaned,
shuddering, while his partners stared in fascination.

At last she backed away, visibly swallowing.  "Jerdan, run
downstairs and get me a coke, will you?  That's a good fellow.
Pruet, bring me a towel from the bathroom, please."

As his friends jumped to obey, Jacko spun around and sagged onto
the bed beside the woman.  "God!" he declared, and again, "God!"

She chuckled, declaring with evident admiration, "Young man, you
were _loaded_!"  The words blew a white bubble between her lips.

She took the towel from the quickly responding Pruet but instead
of applying it immediately, leaned over prone Jacko, gobbets of
semen threatening to drip from her chin, and said with sparkling
eyes, "Bet you won't kiss me."

His face twitched to one side reflexively but he snapped back to
face her.  "I will too!" he gasped.

"Oh?"  Her eyebrows rose but she bent suddenly to him, mouth open
upon his lips.  Her tongue thrust between his teeth.  He had
tasted that flavor before, though never so strongly.

"Yuck!" complained Pruet, making a face above them.

She turned up to him with a grin, promising, "You'll get the
chance in a minute," and applied the towel first to Jacko's face
then her own.  Jerd reentered the room, bearing an opened drink
can.  She drank from it, swilling the liquid in her mouth.  She
said to Jacko, "It's not that I don't like your taste.  It's so I
won't mix yours with Pruet's."  She grinned thoughtfully.  "Want
to wash out your mouth?"

He took the can dumbly and would have returned it after a healthy
slug, except she had swung to Pruet, head already bobbing in his
midsection.  The husky boy stood, mouth gaping in something akin
to awe, staring down at the ponytail bouncing in his groin.
Though he knew what to expect, Jacko found his curiosity
overwhelming.  He rose to sit beside the woman, craning his neck.
She was taking the entirety of Pruet's organ, showing hardly more
than an inch of shaft before again swallowing it whole.  In total
fascination he watched her lips roll back at each engulfment to
deepen the penetration.

"How can she do that?" he breathed to Jerd, stooping nearby in
equal fascination.

"Especially to Pruet!" the blond boy agreed.  "His dick's an inch
longer than yours."

"Yours too!" Jacko protested quickly.

Jerd smirked.  "Not any more.  Not a whole inch.  Mine's grown."

"Oh, shit, I'm coming!" Pruet announced, apparently trying to
withdraw, but the woman's arms tightened around his buttocks,
pulling him more above her.  He staggered and would have fallen
except for the support of her outthrust chest.  She tilted her
head back, apparently as intended, and again exposed about half
the thick shaft.  She held still, but the working tongue was
reflected by pulsations in her throat.

Pruet shuddered violently and strained forward, exclaiming, "Oh,
shit, oh, shit!"  Faces bent close to either side of the woman's
head, watching with wide eyes.  This time they saw no liquid
evidence of the climax.  When the husky lad straightened up, Jerd
demanded in evident disappointment, "What'd you do -- jerk off in
school?"

The woman swept Pruet's body around to fall on the other side of
her from Jacko.  She twisted her torso to regard him, grinning
with pursed lips.  "Wha' about 'ou -- will 'ou kish me?"

"No!"  Pruet turned his head away, throwing an arm over his face
while his upthrust organ dribbled its remainder on his belly.

The woman swallowed her mouthful.  "Too bad.  It was your own
stuff, you know, more than you ever got before.  Why are most
boys afraid of it?"

Pruet's voice was muffled.  "Comes out of a dick, like piss."

She grinned tolerantly.  "You don't have to worry about a young
one."

"The taste!" Pruet asserted, rolling his head back to study her.

"You know the taste.  Is it so bad?"

"Sometimes," Pruet answered, then blushed at what he had implied.

She laughed.  "Then drink plenty of fluids."  Her chin tilted
toward Jerd.  "Your turn."

The experienced one stood before her, thrusting his hips forward.
She caught his buttocks and sucked him into her mouth as she had
done the others, bobbing forward until he was fully enclosed.
His face betrayed interest but not the fascination of the others.

Jacko, still seated beside the woman, leaned close as he had done
before.  Pruet rose up on the other side, eyes wide.  In
unconscious mimicry of Jacko, he said in awe, "How can she _do_
that?"

Jacko looked up at the grinning Jerd.  "Yours _is_ longer!"

"How can you tell?" asked Pruet with round eyes.

"I paid attention."

"Did you!"  Jerd snickered.  "How'd you like your own jizz?"

Jacko's eyes dropped but rose again defiantly.  "You tasted it."

Jerd did not deny it.  He said, "She likes to give it back to
you."  Looking at Pruet, he added, "Guess I should've warned
you."

Pruet turned away sullenly.

Jacko asked, "When is it _her_ turn?"

"You'll see," Jerd advised.  "She calls a blowjob, 'relieving the
pressure.'"

The woman released Jerd's buttocks with one hand and lowered it
to clasp Jacko's thigh.

"She likes tongue, too," the blond boy continued, looking
speculatively at Jacko.  "Want to give her some?"

"H-how?"

"Remember that movie?  Lick her clit.  She'll move your head
where she wants it."

Jacko slid forward to one knee on the floor but looked up in
bewilderment, repeating, "How?"

Jerd pressed forward, pushing the woman's torso backward onto the
bed, breaking her suction momentarily.  On his knees he waddled
over her breasts and presented himself again to her face.
Apparently this maneuver was familiar to him.  He dragged a
pillow from beneath the still made-up bedcovers and propped up
her head.

She smiled at him before her lips closed over him again.  "Thank
you, Jerdan."  Behind him her legs opened wide.  Her arms
extended under Jerd's thighs, palms turning up towards Jacko, who
crouched on the floor.  Pruet, still seated to her right, watched
closely.

END Part 1 of 2

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