My Sweet Little Cocksucker
by knight_b_4@hotmail.com
Story Codes: m+f+, Mf, oral, mastur, fucking, mentions of inc, cons
Author’s Note: This story involves sexual activity between a variety of people, some of whom are underage. If it is illegal in your jurisdiction to read about such things, please delete this story immediately. (And know that you have my sympathies for living in such a repressive atmosphere.) This story is entirely a work of fiction; none of the events described herein actually took place (at least not to the author’s knowledge). The author does not condone sexual activity with minors, although he does recommend most of the following if done with a consenting adult.
This story may be posted with no changes or deletions on a free site, or the free area of a commercial site. The work is copyright 2012 by the author, and all rights are reserved.
Chapter 7 – Saturday Afternoon
After we dried off and re-dressed, we went into the kitchen to make some lunch. Macy cooked some macaroni and cheese and I did the hot dogs and some frozen french fries. We were just finishing up when Alex and her mother got back from their shopping trip. She greeted me warmly; I’d always gotten on well with Macy’s mother; well, with most adults, actually. I seemed to be the kind of kid most parents like.
She’d gotten some new clothes for Macy, and Macy wanted to model them for me. Like most guys, I’m not that into clothes, but I figured it would be polite, so I stayed. Macy surprised me (and her Mom) by changing blouses right there in front of me, her little training bra on display.
“Macy!” her mother said. “You shouldn’t take your shirt off in front of Chris like that.” Neither of us, of course, thought it was a big deal; I’d seen a lot more of Macy than just a bra, after all.
“Oh, Mom,” Macy said, exasperated as only an 11-year-old can be. “He’s seen me in a bikini, and that shows more than this. And it’s not like I’ve got a lot to show anyway,” she added, cupping her tiny tits. Her mom laughed at that.
“OK, you’re right. But you change pants in your room, understand? I don’t care if your panties do cover more than your bikini, it’s not right.”
There were several different blouses and a couple of skirts, and I made appreciative noises as each was displayed. One of the skirts was a pretty blue tartan pattern, and put me in mind of a Catholic schoolgirl outfit. Like most guys, schoolgirl outfits push special buttons deep in my libido; I thought it was sexy and told her so. (Her mother had left the room by this point, naturally.) Macy glanced around to make sure we were alone, then lifted the front of the dress.
“Look,” she said. “Like the panties?”
I was surprised. Unlike the normal little girl panties she usually wore, they were low cut, silk and thin; I could just make out her slit through them.
“Wow, those are cool,” I said. “I didn’t know your mom bought you stuff like that.”
“This is the first time,” she said. “I begged her for at least one sexy pair, and she finally agreed. But she did say I wasn’t supposed to show them to anyone.” She grinned at that. “But you’re not just anyone.” She glanced over her shoulder to make sure we were still alone, then quickly stepped over to me. “Feel them.”
How could I turn down an offer like that? I ran my hand along the front, then dipped down and rubbed across her pussy and ran my hand up her ass.
“That feels nice,” I said. “And so does this.” I returned my hand to the front, running a finger along her slit. She moaned softly, and I could feel her starting to get wet. Reluctantly, she backed away and dropped her dress.
“You’re bad,” she said, giggling. “We can’t do that with Mom in the house. Maybe we can go to the park later.”
“Sounds like a good idea to me. Whenever you’re ready, let’s go.”
She laughed at that. “God, don’t you ever get enough?”
“No.”
She laughed again, and playfully hit me on the shoulder. “Let me go tell Mom where we’re going, then, you pervert.”
We decided to bike to the park, even though it’s a short walk, figuring we could go riding after we were done. Joking, I asked her if she thought we’d find Beth in the bushes with some guy. She frowned at that.
“If we do, I guess you’ll get laid instead of sucked off.”
“We could do both,” I said, still joking and not catching her sudden stiffness. “Plenty of me to go around.”
“Yeah, that’s you, the stud with two girls,” she said, a bit bitterly. “ ‘Two at once,’ huh?”
Even a dense teenager can catch on sometimes.
“Oh, Macy, Derrick was a jerk. I’m not some guy who thinks women should just spread their legs for him whenever he asks. You’re very special to me, you know. Beth’s special, too, but in a different way- I mean, she’s the one who took my virginity. That means something to a guy, or at least it does to me. But there’s no contest who I like better, and who I’d rather be with.”
That was the right thing to say, fortunately, besides being the truth.
“Really, Chris?” she asked, her eyes lighting up and a big smile spreading across her face. “Do you mean it?”
“ ‘Course I do,” I said. “I’ve known you forever, and we’ve been friends the whole time. I’ve known Beth for a long time, but she’s not a close friend, like you.”
Macy’s smile broadened, but all she said was, “Good.”
It being Saturday, the park and picnic area were both full of families, with kids from little toddlers to a few high school kids who were grilling hamburgers and looking around to make sure no one saw them smoking weed. (They’d already smoked enough, apparently, that they weren’t as careful as they thought they were.)
We parked our bikes in the picnic area and locked them to the rack. It wasn’t real likely they’d get stolen, because it wasn’t that kind of neighborhood, but why take chances. We strolled casually through the picnic area and, just for cover, ducked into our respective restrooms. After a few minutes, I pulled the door open and, seeing that no one was paying me much attention, stepped out and quickly went around back. Macy joined me a minute or two later and, holding hands, we hurried off for the bushes.
Once again, we weren’t the only ones with that idea. We could hear grunting and moaning as we approached, and Macy signaled me to wait while she cautiously peaked through the gap to see who it was. She pulled her head back quickly, a shocked look on her face, then took my hand and led me behind some trees a little way away.
“It’s two guys,” she whispered excitedly. “One’s on his hands and knees, and the other guy’s fucking him in the ass while he jerks him off.”
“What?!” I said incredulously. “You’re kidding me.”
“No, for real,” she said. “It’s a couple of high school guys, but I don’t recognize them.”
“I’ve gotta see this,” I said, and started for the bushes. Before I got there, though, I heard two simultaneous grunts and yelps, and figured they’d both just cum. I reversed course; if they were through, odds were one or the other would look up and notice me, and I didn’t want two pissed off guys coming after me for peeking at them.
Macy pulled me back behind a big tree, and we waited for a few minutes. Eventually, the two came out through the gap, looked around but didn’t see us, then walked away casually, as if nothing had happened. We waited a few minutes to make sure they didn’t come back, then Macy took my hand and practically dragged me through the gap into the little clearing.
By the looks of things, it wasn’t only the two guys who’d been busy here. There were two or three used condoms thrown on the ground, and someone’s bra was hanging from a bush. Macy giggled.
“Musta been a party here last night or something.”
“Well, let’s have our own party,” I said, “before someone else comes along.” With that, I stepped up to her and kissed her, my hand lifting her dress and beginning to stroke her pussy through her new panties. She was already very wet, and I knew if I’d looked, there’d be a big wet spot over her crotch.
Macy was eager too, and reached down to stroke my dick through my pants. I was already almost fully hard, and a couple of strokes and squeezes was all it took to get me the rest of the way. I slid my hand inside her panties, and started stroking up and down her gash, making sure to rub her clit when I got to the top. She was moaning, and quickly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and started stroking it. Our mouths were locked together, tongues dancing, as we each tried to be the first to bring the other to orgasm.
It felt wonderful to have her stroking me, and it occurred to me that this was my first handjob, at least one I hadn’t given myself. Fingering Macy was as much fun as always, her slit wet, warm and inviting. I could feel her slick lubricant running down my hand and onto her thighs, soaking her new silky panties. Her small hand swept up and down my cock, bringing me closer and closer, but I tried to concentrate on what I was doing to her; I wanted her to come before I did.
She must’ve had the same idea, because I felt her hand speeding up, stroking fast and furious, along the shaft and over the head. I was leaking a fair amount of precum and she managed to catch it and smear it back over my glans and shaft. Between her hand and the slick effect of my precum, it wasn’t going to be long before I blew.
But then, Macy wasn’t far behind. My thumb rubbed across her clit while my middle finger pistoned in and out of her pussy, and she was humping my hand hard.
In the end, we came almost at the same time. Macy keened out a high-pitched screech and pushed herself against my hand just as I started firing off squirt after squirt of sperm. Fortunately, she had aimed me away from her, so I shot out on the ground instead of on her new dress; that would’ve been fun to try to explain to her mother. And possibly the cops.
We fell against each other, panting, my hand still in her pussy, her hand still holding my cock. She rested her head against my chest and I rested mine on her shoulder as we tried to get our breaths back.
We were still standing that way a few minutes later when Beth and some old guy pushed into the clearing.
He had to be at least 50, older than my Dad, I was sure. He was skinny and not very athletic, the kind of guy who’d be called “spry” in a few years. He was wearing old jeans and a slightly shabby sweater, and looked like he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. I couldn’t help wondering if Beth was really that hard up for money; this guy couldn’t be much good.
“Hi, Chris,” Beth said brightly. “Hello, Macy” she added, a little more subdued. The old guy had stopped when he saw us, plainly worried about being caught with an underage girl even though he hadn’t (yet) done anything compromising. He relaxed a little when he saw my dick in Macy’s hand, and my hand obviously inside her panties, but he was still more than a little leery of the whole situation.
“Oh, it’s OK,” Beth said, seeing his hesitation. “Chris and Macy are cool, they won’t say anything to anyone. Will you, guys?”
I shook my head no as I pulled my hand out of Macy’s panties and tucked myself back into my pants. “No, Beth, you know we won’t. We’ve seen her back here before with other guys, mister, and we’ve never said a word.” OK, so it was only one guy, but saying it seemed to make the guy a little more relaxed. And then, to my surprise, I added, “Can we watch?”
I’d never really thought about being a voyeur, but the idea excited me. I mean, watching Beth suck off that other guy was kinda cool, and watching Kate and Derrick had actually been kinda hot, but I hadn’t realized until I asked that I’d developed a taste for watching other people fuck or suck.
Macy, who’d straightened her panties and her clothes, piped in then.
“Yeah, could we please? Maybe when you’re done, you can watch us, if you want.”
So Macy was also acquiring a taste for voyeurism, and apparently for exhibitionism as well. It would be a little while still before I could get hard again, but I felt little stirrings in my crotch. Macy then took it a step further.
“Chris, why don’t we take our clothes off? Then maybe he’ll feel more comfortable.”
I shrugged, but started pulling my clothes off. That seemed to do the trick; the guy also shrugged, then started unfastening his pants, after digging out a $100 bill which he handed to Beth. Beth, never one to be left behind when sex was involved, was already down to panties and bra, and they quickly followed. Macy was the last one done, and when she straightened up from pulling her panties off, she gasped.
The old guy was huge. He was hard as could be, and must’ve been at least 9 inches long, and I swear he was as big around as my fist, or nearly so. I was goggling; I couldn’t imagine any pussy would stretch far enough to let that monster in. As for deep-throating him, a giraffe would’ve found it a challenge. His balls hung down low and looked like a couple of nectarines in a sack.
But Macy, bless her heart, was never one to turn down a challenge.
“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. “Mister, can I suck on that for just a minute? Pleeeeease? Would you mind, Beth, if I just did it real quick? I’ve never seen one that big before.” Beth grinned and invited her to go ahead. The guy just nodded, but from the way his cock twitched, you could tell he liked the idea.
Macy went to her knees in front of him, and just stared at it for a minute. She tentatively reached out and ran one finger along the head, which was leaking precum. She smeared it around a bit, then wrapped her hand around the shaft (her fingers didn’t meet) and slowly slid her hand up and down a few times. Her other hand came up and caressed his balls, then bounced them up and down a few times as she grinned in delight. Finally gathering up her courage, she leaned forward and licked the tip of his pisshole.
He smiled then, and ran one hand through her hair. She pulled back a little and looked up at him, then looked back at his cock. Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took the head inside her mouth. Or tried to; but even with her mouth stretched to the limit, she couldn’t get all of it inside. That didn’t stop her licking and sucking on it, though, and her hand resumed a slow gentle wank up and down his shaft. After just a minute or two, though, she stopped and leaned back.
“Thanks, mister,” she said. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more, but you’re just too big. Maybe when I’m older I can take one this big, but I just can’t do it right now.”
“You did good, little girl,” the guy said, speaking for the first time. He had kind of a high squeaky voice, like a teenager whose voice hadn’t quite gotten done changing yet. He turned to Beth, who was sitting on the grass. “You ready, Beth?”
“Any time you are,” she answered. She held a condom in one hand and when he moved over to her, began unrolling it (with some difficulty) over his dick. When it was in place, she lay back on the grass and spread her legs. “OK, Frank, use your magic tongue to get me ready- you know it won’t fit unless I’m good and wet.” He grinned, then stretched out on the grass between her legs, shifting his cock so it didn’t get squashed. Burying his face in her crotch, he went to work licking her labia and up and down the center of her slit, getting her worked up and her juices flowing so he could slide his monster cock into her.
When Beth’s groans and squirming showed she was near orgasm, he lifted himself up, wiped a few stray blades of grass from his cock, and positioned himself over her. She looked a little apprehensive, even though she’d obviously done this guy before, as he placed his cock at the entrance to her glistening pussy. He looked at her and she nodded, and he began slowly pushing it into her.
She gasped as he pierced her, pushing back up at him as he spread her lips. There was an audible “pop” when the head worked its way past her entrance, and they paused for a second while she shifted a little to get it aimed just so. He resumed pushing, and that monster slowly sank into her, until he apparently bottomed out; an inch or so of his dick was still outside. Slowly, he drew it back out almost to the head, then just as slowly sunk it back in again.
They increased speed slowly, as Beth’s cunt got used to being stretched by the monster dick. After a couple of minutes, they were humping rapidly, Beth’s cunt making squishing noises as he drove his dick into her and she humped up to meet his thrusts. I glanced over at Macy; one hand had stolen down to her pussy, and she was gently stroking her cunt lips while she watched, transfixed. My own hand had stolen down to my dick, and I was slowly bringing it back to full hard by stroking it gently.
Even if this guy wasn’t much to look at, he sure knew how to fuck. His hips swayed from side to side as he plunged into Beth, leaving no part of her vagina untouched. She started cumming, and pushed up against him, and he thrust forward and held himself still while she grunted and groaned through a long orgasm. As soon as she started to relax, he started pumping her again, bringing her to another orgasm within a minute of the first. Once again, he held himself steady while she came on his cock, then went right back to it when she relaxed her pussy enough for him to move again.
I counted at least five good, hard orgasms, although I’m not really sure she entirely quit cumming between them. It must have been at least 20 minutes before he finally grunted, shoved himself forward and filled the condom with his spunk. Beth, feeling him cum, started one final orgasm that seemed to go on and on. She held onto him, her legs wrapped around him, until she finally collapsed back on the ground and released him.
He rolled off her and lay there, breathing heavily. He jumped a little when he felt Macy unrolling the condom from his cock. She did the same thing she’d done with Derrick; she squeezed the cum out of it into her mouth, then leaned over and lifted his monster dick and carefully licked it clean. He smiled while she did it, and thanked her when she was done. Standing up, rather shaky, he pulled up his underwear and pants, thanked Beth for a good fuck, and left.
By now, my cock was rock hard again, and Macy was never one to pass up a hardon. She walked over to me on her knees, and wrapped her lips around the head. She started sucking and licking hard and fast, determined to bring me off as quickly as she possibly could. It worked, too; in just a few minutes, I was pushing into her mouth and shooting cum as fast as I could.
Beth still hadn’t fully recovered by the time we got dressed. She lay there, eyes open and a big smile on her face.
“God, that dick feels so good,” she said, looking up at us. “I feel like I’ve had a log in my cunt.” She sat up then, pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around her legs. “Sure beats the hell out of flipping burgers in Hamburger Hell.”
“As long as you don’t get caught, pregnant or pick up some disease, yeah,” Macy said.
“Hey, I’m on the pill. And I always make ‘em use a condom, if I’m not sure of ‘em,” Beth said defensively. “And I go to the free clinic once a month or so and get tested. So far, so good.”
“Hope it stays good,” Macy said, “for your sake. And Chris’s, since you don’t make him wear a condom.” I noticed a bit of bitterness, and maybe an overtone of worry, in her voice, and was touched. Macy was worried about me. Or worried about catching something from me, anyway. Still, it made me feel good. And also made me think seriously about wearing a condom myself, if I ever nailed Beth again.
“Chris is safe,” Beth said defensively. “Have you done it with anyone other than me or Macy, Chris?”
I shook my head. “Nope, just the two of you. And I’ve actually only fucked you.”
“Well, you’re still safe, then,” Beth said. “My last test was a couple of weeks ago, and I’m still OK.” She stood up and started getting dressed.
“Anyway, I’m careful,” she continued, on the defensive now. “I don’t do it with sleazy guys. And most of the ones I do do it with are ‘regulars’ that I know. So I should be OK.”
“Hope so,” I said. “Just remember, you don’t know who else your regulars might be doing it with, or how careful they are.” I resolved to think carefully about it the next time I had a chance to fuck Beth. Of course, a hardon makes it hard to think straight, but still…
We told Beth we’d see her later, and Macy and I went back to our bikes and pedaled home. She invited me in for a while, but I told her I had to get home for dinner. When we got to my house, Macy kept going; I was disappointed. I’d hoped she’d stop long enough for me to give her a kiss.
As I put my bike away and walked into the house, I thought some more about Macy and how I felt about her. She’d always been a good friend, but I’d never really had romantic feelings for her. Aside from a few crushes on girls in my class (and a couple of older ones) and one very intense crush on my 6th grade Science teacher, I’d never really had romantic feelings for anyone.
Was it just the sex? Had that made a big difference in my feelings for her? Or were the feelings there before, and the sex had brought them out? The more I thought about it, the more confused I was, so I finally gave up and played some video games on my computer until Mom called me for dinner.
That night, I lay in bed for a long time before I fell asleep, just thinking. I didn’t even feel like jerking off, which was very unusual.