The four colluding women had planned for Bobby to have Tuesdays and
Thursdays off, to give him a chance to rest, since each of them was
quite sure he'd get little sleep on the nights he was with
them. Of course they didn't know about Rachel, and what she
did with him on the afternoons she kept him after school.
The depth of her passion for Bobby had frightened Rachel a
little. When she was under him she felt helpless, but safe at the
same time. He was her Hero, and he'd let nothing happen to
her. But being helpless was also a little scary for an
independent woman. To prove to herself that she was still
in control of her destiny, she decided that twice a week ... Tuesdays
and Thursdays, oddly enough ... should be enough for any woman.
It's quite likely, according to some doctors, that as a result of
keeping five women full of his teenaged spend, Bobby's sperm count was
a little low for maximum fertility. Perhaps that's why nobody
else got pregnant until April. Of course it's also
possible that their planning was responsible for that too. While
Rachel didn't think about her ovaries, all the others did.
But we're getting ahead of the story. You still need more information.
Wednesday night now belonged to Sally. She got that first
Wednesday by simple virtue of complaining that it was her
turn. While she deferred to Mavis, she wanted a chance to
explore this new thing in the comfort of her bedroom, and she wanted to
be next. Wednesday night, when they were putting the
children to bed, Sally sidled up to Bobby and whispered in his ear.
"When you're ready for bed, come to my room." She blushed at,
what to her, was her brazen invitation. What followed could safely be
called ... tumultuous.
She was horrified at herself for waiting for him stark naked.
She was amazed that both her mouth and her pussy were soaking wet.
She had no idea what she was going to say to Bobby when he showed up.
She didn't need to say anything. Bobby had been hoping to be with
Sally again. He couldn't get those fat, juicy pussy lips out of
his mind. Prudence had tasted wonderful. He was sure Sally
would too. When he got to the room he simply started
undressing, looking at her naked body as she stood beside the
bed. Like Mavis, she looked nervous. And, like he did
with Mavis, he held her and kissed her before they got into the
bed. Like Mavis, she wanted to be in bed with him, lying down
comfortably. Once there, her hand found his hardness as she
kissed him again, squirming at the warm pleasure of his skin against
hers. She had been too nervous to properly appreciate the
feel of his skin before, in the bathroom.
This was MUCH nicer.
She felt his fingers sliding down her side, to her hip, and then
between her legs. No man had ever touched her
there. She held her breath, pressing her lips against his
with a hunger that astonished her. When his finger split her
pussy lips and probed to find the little bump he knew would be there
somewhere, she groaned, her breath gushing into his mouth.
Bobby pushed himself up, rolling Sally to her back. She had
a sudden attack of panic. He wasn't going to .... No, she
wasn't ready for that!
"Bobby" she panted. "You can't." She pushed at him. "I'm a virgin Bobby."
Bobby didn't know that word, or what it meant. What he was
thinking about was those full lips that he wanted to kiss and
taste. She was upset about something. That he could hear in
her voice, but surely she wouldn't mind if he licked her down
there. Prudence had loved it. And she had told him he
couldn't do that too. He paused, looking into Sally's eyes calmly
... more calmly than he felt inside. He kissed her chin, and then
her chest between her flat breasts, and then he teased her nipples with
his tongue until they stuck out enough to suck into his mouth.
When he did that he could actually feel them get larger in his
mouth. Sally moaned and squirmed under him. She had
stopped saying he couldn't do what he wanted to do.
He kissed her abdomen, not knowing that the nervous receptors between
her skin and her ovaries were hypersensitive. He didn't
know what an erogenous zone was, and neither did Sally,
really. Her stomach sucked in at the shock of the
tingles. You could have poured water into that concave area
and it wouldn't have gone anywhere.
Then he couldn't wait any more and he climbed between her legs.
Her few wisps of hair were no barrier as his hands found her thighs and
pushed them apart. He felt resistance, and Sally lifted her
head off the pillow, looking down at him.
"Bobby, what are you doing Bobby?
He showed her what he was doing as she sucked in air and her belly went
concave again. First he sucked at those plump lips, sucking
them into his mouth. They were fleshy and firm. Her
hips thrust up off the bed, but he remembered how Prudence had done the
same thing and was ready for that. His mouth rode her and
he dropped to his elbows, cupping her bony buttocks. She
was delicious.
Then he feasted.
For Sally, the world suddenly jerked, and seemed to turn ninety degrees
to one side. Not only had no man touched her between her legs,
but she had never really touched herself there either. She had
all the normal hormones in her body to create the state of being
aroused, and she had been aroused before. But she hadn't know
what to do about it. She suffered through those bouts of
frustrated horniness and eventually they went away. When
she had offered her nipple to a cranky baby, she had received the first
sexual stimulation in her life that involved the touch of another
human. Bobby had been the first boy or man to kiss
her. His lips on her nipples had brought her her first
orgasm. When she realized that he had gotten up to suck them
again, rather than just ravish her, her panic abated. She was
ready for an orgasm now from those sweet sucking lips.
And then he had stopped sucking. True, his lips on her stomach
were wonderful, but she wanted them to go back to those aching
nipples.
Instead, they had gone between her legs. If she'd have had
time to think about it, she might have rationalized that, if a woman
could put her mouth on a man's sex organ, it didn't seem like much of a
stretch for him to put his mouth on the woman's sex organ.
Of course she didn't have time to reflect. She forgot all
about where her mouth had been, and she stared unbelieving as he leaned
in and made the world jerk. She took in a breath, and it froze,
deep in her lungs as he sucked at her pussy lips. Her head
hit the pillow and her back arched automatically and she felt his hands
on her naked buttocks. Then he let her nether lips go and
gave his face a funny little side to side wiggle and his lips found
that same little spot that his finger had teased not so long before.
When he sucked on that, Sally thought she might actually die from the
pleasure of it. Her overworked intercostal muscles relaxed and
her breath gushed out in a babbling moan, a series of nonsensical
sounds. The sounds stopped as she dragged in a fresh breath, and
began again immediately as it was expelled. Panic flicked at her
like tiny whips striking her body as she realized that surely no mere
human being was allowed to feel this kind of ecstasy. Then, what
she now realized was an orgasm, washed over her and she flopped, her
arms bouncing off the bed, and her head twisting from side to
side. She felt her legs come up off the bed, her knees bent, as
they spread apart of their own volition and the orgasm shook her
bones. Her heels thumped into the center of his back as her
thighs crushed his head between them, but still he sucked and licked
and teased her clit.
To preserve her sanity, Sally willed her legs to open again, and pushed at his head.
"No more," she gasped. "No more." Great wracking breaths
whistled in and out of her lungs as Bobby lifted his shiny face,
grinning like he'd been told the funniest joke he'd ever
heard. Then he dropped his head and kissed those lips,
getting another spastic jerk out of her loins as she begged him to stop.
He pushed up and sat back on his heels. Sally looked at him
and her eyes were drawn to his erection, which had a string of silver
hanging from the tip. She licked her parched lips and wanted to
taste that drip of silver more than anything in the world.
Finding reserves of strength she didn't think she had, she sat and
rolled, lifting her right leg to get it past him. She fell
to the floor and scrambled up, not feeling the bruises that would show
in the morning. She suddenly felt stronger than the mythical
giants Meg read about to the children and she reached out to push Bobby
to his back, where she had just been lying. Then, with an almost
feral growl, she leapt on the bed and her mouth captured that stiff
column of flesh.
For a few seconds Bobby was afraid she was going to bite
him. Her teeth raked down his shaft and he winced, but then
her lips sealed on him and she pulled up, sucking. His prick left
her mouth with a sound as she slurped and then swallowed.
"I want your juice," she said, her voice sounding deeper. "Give me your juice."
Then she went back to sucking him. Her hands slid down his hips
and under them, to pull him up against her face and his prick slid past
the point where her gag reflex was located. She was so
surprised that the instantaneous gagging feeling was gone before her
body could react to it. She could feel him in her throat
and she loved that feeling. She pulled up and gagged again
as the tip of his penis slid past that point again. But she was
so excited that she thrust her face down on him again, fighting the gag
reflex by pure will until she felt his soft brown hairs tickling her
nose. She felt the urge to sneeze, and pulled off of him to
cough until the urge was gone. Her hand gripped him and stroked
while she rested and watched as the head of his prick was uncovered and
then covered again. She sucked the head, still stroking and heard
his groans with an elation that thrilled her. When the first rush
of warmth entered her mouth she swallowed it, and then dove down on him
again, pushing her nose into his pubes.
That didn't work so well. Bobby kept spurting, but she couldn't
swallow because her throat was full of prick. She had another
brush with panic as she choked and pulled up off him to cough
again. His white spend splattered all over his abdomen as
she coughed, but the choking sensation was gone and she was able to
swallow again. His penis was running with milky white and she
closed her mouth over it to suck it clean, reveling in his taste.
Then she licked up all the splatter as he panted.
Afterward, lying quietly with him was so wonderful, his warm body under
hers, his fingers tracing small circles in the middle of her lower
back, that Sally's eyes filled with tears that ran happily down over
her nose and dripped on his chest. She wished this night would go
on forever.
Like Mavis, Sally woke in the night. Her waking was different,
though. She had been dreaming, but couldn't remember the
dream. Then she became aware of Bobby's warm body under
her. When he was clean, she had crawled up on top of him, to lie
on him. for hugs and kisses, and they had fallen asleep that way.
She wondered at how good it could feel to lie on top of something so
hard as a body, but she loved it. She listened to his breath as
he slept. Her face was down in his neck, and that was a
little uncomfortable. She wiggled down toward his feet so she
could lay her face on his chest, which was a good idea. That put
her pussy lips right on his soft penis, and that felt wonderful
too. She couldn't resist the urge to rub against it, trying to
make it touch that wonderful special spot he'd made her feel so good
with.
The kerosene lantern had gone out, but there was a full moon that
night, and its white light flowed in through the window. As she
rubbed her pussy back and forth on that lump she could see his
face. His eyes opened.
"Hi" she said, feeling foolish.
His loins tensed and pushed up against her.
"You like that?" she whispered. He nodded and she said "Me too."
She felt him getting hard, and that was even better. She wiggled
until her fat pussy lips split apart and rode along his lengthening
rod. She felt electric tingles shoot through her as her clit came
into direct contact with his cock.
"Ohhhh yes I like this," she murmured.
On the upstroke she leaned down to kiss his lips softly, before she
rode that long hard thing back down towards their feet. She
set up a rhythm of doing that, sliding forward for a kiss, and then
back away from his face. Her nipples scraped along
his chest, and that felt good too. She suddenly realized
she could have an orgasm this way too, and her speed increased.
Her pussy got slick and wet, and that just made it all feel even
better. Her movements got faster and it was inevitable that she
slid forward enough to slip down off the head of his prick and onto his
abdomen. When she rocked back, his prick nosed into her pussy
mouth and stuck there.
"MMMM" she said as she felt pain. But it was a sweet
pain. She lifted up and slid back down his shaft, and this time
slid forward off of him on purpose. She pushed back, feeling his
penis prod her open pussy and she felt the pain again. She knew
enough about sex to know that his penis was supposed to fit inside
her. She honestly hadn't thought about actually doing
that. She was completely satisfied with what they did
together. But this strange pain was addictive
somehow. She knew that if she pushed hard enough, it might
go in her a little more. She doubted that her small body could
take that thing fully into it. Surely she was smaller down there
than her throat was.
But it felt so nice to push against that blunt slippery head the
produced such delicious pudding. So she rocked, and she pushed,
and she rocked, and she pushed, and then, unexpectedly, the head popped
through that pain, causing the pain to increase to a sharpness that
wasn't pleasurable.
"Ohh owwww" she complained. It wasn't fair that something so nice should hurt so much.
She rocked back forward and the pain vanished, to be replaced by a dull
ache. She lifted up and slid her clit down his shaft,
pleased that the tingling feeling was back. Again she
rocked too far forward, and pushed, and the head slid into her
again. The pain wasn't so sharp this time, though still
uncomfortable.
Then his prick spat, and her pussy tunnel was filled with warm
spend. She knew instantly what it was. She knew
instantly that his pudding was going inside her. He grunted
and his hips lifted, and she felt more warm fluid inside
her. She wiggled, loving the feel of the heat inside
her. She realized that it had gone deeper and now the pain was
more of a stretching sensation that, while it wasn't pleasurable, was
not so bad. She wiggled some more as he grunted
again. He went in further, but then stopped.
She felt a sudden desire for more and pushed against his chest with her
hands to sit up, drawing her knees up beside his hips.
Carefully, she let her weight down and was shocked to feel that sack
under his penis touching her buttocks.
She sat and just concentrated on the feelings. What he had done
to her before had driven her mad. But this was a different kind
of feeling. She could feel that spot tingling, but his penis
rubbed the tender inner flesh of her body in a way that was just as
good, but eminently more bearable. She rocked and his penis moved
inside her, stroking her inner walls and she sighed.
This she could do all night long.
She knew if she tried hard enough, she could have an orgasm doing
this. But it was just as nice to just feel him inside of
her. She wasn't aware that his prick had gone half soft after it
filled her belly with sperm. It was cold, sitting up
like this. The covers had fallen down her back when she sat
up. She lay down on him again, reaching behind her for the
covers. He gripped them himself and pulled them up.
With her face on his chest, and his young penis in her pussy, Sally
Winston fell asleep on top of the man who had just destroyed the
maidenhead she had always assumed would be firmly intact until the day
she died.
Thursday afternoon, Bobby introduced Rachel to the joys of having a man's mouth on her sex.
She tasted wonderful too. She was awfully loud, and Bobby
wondered if he should ask Mavis to make another of those cloth ropes
for her, but she tasted wonderful.
Sally didn't tell anyone that she was no longer a virgin. It
wasn't a topic of conversation that was easy to insert into their usual
idle chatter. It never even entered her mind to confide in Meg or
Mavis that Bobby had made her crazy with his mouth glued to her sex.
And it just so happened that Meg never saw Bobby leaving either woman's
room in the morning, so she was not aware that he had spent the whole
night in their beds.
Meg simply had no idea that the boy she'd experimented with, such a
relatively short time ago, and who, before she gave him that bath, was
completely uninitiated in the ways of sex, was now an accomplished and
experienced lover.
Like Sally, she was thrilled with the little they'd done together,
though to her it wasn't little at all. It was earth shaking to
her to have been naked, in a bathtub, while a man's hands had roamed
across her body, and to have taken his manhood into her mouth.
Like Sally, she was looking forward to the comfort of being able to
play with him in bed, her body pressed against his as she got hot
kisses prior to sucking him. Like Sally, she just hadn't thought
seriously about the mysteries full sexual intercourse. It
was something that happened when you got married, and the man knew what
to do. That was the extent of the sexual education her
mother had given her. She had caught only a glimpse of
Bobby on top of Mavis in the bathroom, and she had thought about that
glimpse a lot. But she hadn't been able to see the penetration,
and that was still something that she had no imagination for.
So Meg didn't think about inviting Bobby to stay the night in her
bed. What she planned to do was go to his room, play with him and
swallow his delicious warm sperm, and then go to her own bed.
She took Constance and Felicity to their room, following June Bug and
Emily, who were dragging Bobby to theirs. Emily was complaining
that it wasn't fair that Bobby couldn't tell them a good night story
like Sally did, but she didn't sound all that upset. When
she had Constance and Felicity tucked in she waited in the doorway to
the next room while Emily hugged Bobby's neck fiercely and she said she
loved him. Then he gave June Bug a kiss on her forehead
while she wiggled with joy under her covers, before turning him over to
Jenny, who kissed him too.
Meg's heart almost burst, and she felt her pussy getting wet.
When Bobby stood up to leave and saw Meg waiting for him, he
smiled. It wasn't a particularly special smile ... just a smile
for Meg. When he got to the door though, she put her arms
around him and kissed him on the lips, a long, hot kiss.
When she had to stop to breathe she leaned back and looked into his eyes.
"You're a sweet man," she said.
He smiled again and his hands slid to her hips.
"I'm going to tuck you in," she said. "Would you like that?"
What Bobby would like to do was lie on top of this beautiful woman and
slide his prick into her until he spurted. But he made no
assumptions. Bobby's experience with women to that point in his
life was completely atypical for most boys, and unheard of for a virgin
orphan. In an odd sort of way his reaction to each of the women
was to accept their sexual attention as simply their expression of
friendship and love for him. Nobody had taught
him that he shouldn't express friendship like that with more than one
woman. At that point in his life he would happily have
fucked any woman someone else would have classified as a
"friend". On the other hand, he got many more opportunities to
spurt in a woman than any other man in town, so he wasn't driven,
particularly, to seek that with a woman either.
So, while he was a little disappointed that all Meg was going to do was
tuck him in, he wasn't unhappy. Maybe she'd kiss him
again. He liked kissing her.
He was therefore surprised when she took him to his room and, while he undressed, she did too.
"I'm going to stay here for a little while," she said, her voice husky. "I want to do what we did in the bathroom."
Bobby's cock sprang to full hardness instantly.
Meg's plan for the night was a very simple and basic one.
She would rub up against him ... dry this time ... and she would suck
him until he spurted, and maybe she'd get that tingly wonderful feeling
in her belly. Then, happy and warm, she would go to
her own bed and sleep peacefully. To us it sounds like a
silly kind of plan, but Meg had no frame of reference to compare her
plan against.
She had no idea that, when her naked body touched Bobby's under the
covers, that the warm smooth feel of his skin against hers would make
her want never to get out of the bed again. She had felt
his fingers on her nipple in the bathtub, and just that touch had
brought her to a climax, and now, feeling his skin against her legs and
chest and arms she was primed to pop again. It was so intense
that she didn't know what to do next. Her mouth watered for the
taste of his prick, but that meant she'd have to get to her knees, and
his warm body wouldn't be pressed against her any more.
Then he started kissing her, and she suddenly forgot all about anything else.
Bobby's formula for getting his penis in a nice hot pussy was fairly
basic and simple. He knew women liked to be kissed, and he knew
what kind of kisses made them wiggle. He had never seen Meg's
pussy lips, and it was too dark in his room for that, especially under
the covers. But he wanted to taste her. So he started
kissing his way in that direction.
Meg couldn't believe what she was feeling. Bobby's kisses on her
lips were wonderful. She loved them, and could happily kiss him
like that for hours. But then he started kissing her cheeks, and
jaw and throat and she shivered because those kisses were so
different. She was completely unprepared for him to close his
mouth over her nipples and suck them. The intensity of the
feeling all but paralyzed her and she whined, staring into the dark
with her eyes wide open. Suddenly, the loss of the feel of his
skin against hers wasn't so bad.
Meg was an intelligent woman. There were gaps in her education,
sex being one of them, but given a set of facts, she could use her
brain to make deductions and could, in most cases, anticipate an
outcome. So, when Bobby started kissing his way down her
body, stopping at her breasts for long enough to make her brain boil,
and then KEPT kissing lower, across her belly, Meg had a pretty good
idea where he was going.
What came into her mind at that moment, was the memory of her favorite
dog, a Beagle, named Sunshine. She had been ten at the
time, and Sunshine followed her everywhere. Except one day,
when she stepped out of the house, Sunshine wasn't there.
She went looking for the dog and found her in the back yard, playing
with Howard Thurston's dog, which was named Blue for some strange
reason. Meg had seen dogs sniff each other, so that was nothing
new. But Blue was doing a lot more than sniffing
Sunshine. Blue was LICKING sunshine! As Meg
walked closer she could see that Sunshine was LETTING Blue lick her,
standing with her tail up, and her back legs spread. Meg
looked, curiously, and saw that the vertical black split, under
Sunshine's poop hole, was all swollen up. Then Blue had
jumped up on Sunshine's back with his front paws and his rear end had
started smacking into Sunshine's rear end and Meg screamed and ran to
get help. When she told her mother to come quick because Blue was
hurting Sunshine ... well, that was when she got her lecture about what
happened when a woman got married. Such as it was.
While Meg was remembering that incident, Bobby reached his target,
crawled between her legs under the covers, and stuck his tongue in her
pussy.
Meg quit thinking about Sunshine. Except insofar as she thought
about how strange it was for Bobby to be doing this. People
didn't do this. Dogs did this.
Then she couldn't think about anything any more. She wasn't sure
she could remember to breathe any more. There was a huge
sunburst of joy that was consuming her body ... turning it to ash ...
except that it didn't. She took in a shuddering breath as
the feeling began to fade and she could sense things about her body
again. She could feel Bobby's cheeks between her thighs,
and his slippery tongue against where she sometimes rubbed.
She was delighted that he had thought to do this wonderful thing for
her. She wasn't sure what had just happened. It had
been so much stronger than anything she'd ever felt before that she
wasn't sure it was even real. At any rate, she wanted to
thank him for giving it to her. She wanted to kiss him
again. That was how she would thank him. She pulled
at his hair to get him to come up to her face for a kiss.
He could always go back down there later.
Bobby felt her body signal that it was going through an orgasm.
She had a big clit, that was easy to suck and chew on. Then
he felt her pulling him up. When the other women had done
this they were ready to be penetrated. His prick ached with
need now. As he moved up he fisted it, getting it ready. He
rubbed the tip along her inner thigh until he felt the juncture of her
legs. Then he felt the tip slip into that familiar heat.
As he kissed her lips, he pushed.
He still didn't understand virginity. When he pushed he felt
resistance and pushed harder. With a sudden release he was able
to power forward and sink into Meg clear to her cervix. Her
groan of pain was muffled by his lips sealing hers. Her fingers
scrabbling at his hips, trying to push that hurtful thing out of her
body were ineffectual. Bobby, knowing how the others liked to
have him deep inside them and moving so that it rubbed that special
place, began to rub his embedded prick in circles, mashing Meg's clitty
by rubbing it in circles too.
Meg was still coming down from her blinding orgasm when her body felt
the invader at her sexual gates. Those gates still hummed with
the pleasure his tongue and teeth had given her. When the
first stretching came, she barely had time to recognize it when it was
replaced by a sharp stinging pain that made her cry out into Bobby's
mouth. That was instantly followed by the feeling that her
insides were being moved around by what was forcing its way into her
pussy. Her thighs automatically flexed apart, trying to ease the
pressure, but now that pressure was deep inside her. She felt
panic as her mind grappled with the feelings ... and what they
meant. She had no doubt what they meant, but the concept
was something she was not prepared to think about.
She tried to push his hips away, but her hands slipped off his skin and
she groaned again as his pubic bone hit her own. Tears
leaked from her tightly closed eyes from the residual burning at the
bottom of her pussy lips where her maidenhead lay shredded.
Then he began his circular rotation, and Meg sucked in another lungful
of air to replace what had just been used in that groan.
She held this in her lungs though, because what was happening down
there now had wiped out all pain ... wiped out her ability to think
clearly. His lips were still on hers, and what he was doing
made her use her tongue to find his. Her legs flopped, her knees
hitting the mattress and then coming back up to bounce off of his
hips. She couldn't hold her breath any more and her
combination groan and whine whistled into his mouth so hard that some
of it came out his nose. He pulled back from her lips in
surprise and her eyes popped open. She could see that he
was in the same position over her that he had been over Mavis.
This was what he had been doing to Mavis.
She didn't understand how this had happened, but right then she didn't
care. All she cared about was that he kept doing what he was
doing.
"Yes" she panted, her hands going to his hips now to help them complete their little circles.
"Ohhh yes!" she groaned.
She began to realize there had been numbness, that was fading away, and
she could feel his prick moving around inside her. She could feel
her vaginal walls being massaged, and the tip of his cock was digging
into something that was deliciously painful deep inside her. Her
hips gave a convulsive lurch as he pressed, trying to get him even
deeper and she felt the tingling warning that she was going to have an
orgasm. She had been unprepared for his entry ... unprepared for
the pain ... and her whirling mind reached for that orgasm as something
she thought she knew what to expect from.
But when she reached for it, and welcomed it, its intensity was so much
more than anything she'd ever felt before that it overwhelmed her and
she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably as the pleasure washed
through her body like fire. Her mind screamed that, if this
wasn't a real orgasm, she never wanted to have one, because a real one
would kill her.
Bobby heard her sobs and even though he couldn't see her face his lips
felt the wet of her tears. He realized that her tightness meant
he had hurt her and that fact lanced into his heart. He stopped
moving, difficult though that was, and held himself still.
Meg's sobs continued as her hips jerked repeatedly up against
him. When she felt him stop moving and the delicious sensations
he was causing began to wane, her fingers grabbed at his hips again,
trying to make him move.
"Oh don't stop ... Mooooore" she moaned between gasps for air.
Bobby was confused by her tears, and her body's response that signaled
she liked what was happening. Very slowly he dragged his still
rod almost out of her pussy and then eased back in to see what her
response would be. Her hands pulled at his hips and her pussy
jumped up to gobble his prick.
"Ohhhhh yessssss" she gasped.
He set up a slow rhythm of repeating those moves and he heard her get
better control of her breath as her orgasm faded slowly. Her head
lifted, her lips trying to kiss him. She missed in the dark and
got his cheek and he moved his lips to find hers. Hers were
hungry and she bit his lower lip, sucking on it before mashing her lips
against his hard and licking his tongue frantically. Then
her head flopped back down on the pillow.
"Ohhh more Bobby, please more," she moaned through her teeth.
His speed increased until he was slicking in and out of her slippery
channel and his pubic bone started to impact her clit again. She
gave a little yip each time that happened, which turned to an explosive
"Uh!" each time, her grunts coming faster and faster as he sped up.
Then the moment was upon him and he pressed in deep to deliver his
thick sperm into the mouth of her womb as she strained up against him,
rubbing her clit hard against him.
That extended contact with her clit, and the warm bath he was spurting
into her brought another orgasm within reach and she snatched for it
again, almost frantic to see if this one would be as sweet and hot as
the last. Her welcome turned into a long, drawn out
"UHHHHHHhhhhhnnnnnnng" as the fire swept through her again, her body
jerking spasmodically under Bobby's weight.
Bobby sagged, letting his chest down on her breasts, and Meg welcomed
that weight as her mind felt like she was floating off somewhere.
There were long minutes during which they both just breathed.
When he started to roll sideways, she stopped him, not wanting the feel
of his skin to go away. She wanted more kisses and she
found herself squeezing his softening cock with muscles she hadn't been
aware of before this happened.
"Ooooooo, it's getting soft," she complained in his ear.
Meg's reaction to having sex was different than that of the
others. Being prodded like that energized her, instead of making
her lazy. She felt full of energy, no longer interested in
sleep. Part of her mind was still anticipating tasting him,
and now she pushed him off of her, getting to her knees under the
covers and kissing her way down to his groin. She knew her
own smell, and it was strong under the confining covers, but she had no
room in her brain to think about that as she found his limp cock and
sucked it into her mouth. Now she tasted the difference ...
her taste mixed with his as she suckled him happily. It
felt so different in her mouth when it was soft, and she could play
with it with her tongue. She liked being able to get all of it in
her mouth at one time. His moan electrified her and she sucked
harder, delighted that it became more firm. She worked and played
until it was hard again, amazed that something so soft could get so
firm.
She kissed her way back up his body, stopping to suck at his nipples,
so different from her own. When she got to his lips she kissed
him hungrily.
"More" she said, pulling him over on top of her.
The second time she felt him gush inside her, and that raging fire
swept through her body again, she was content to lie with him,
alternating between nibbling his ear and pressing her hot lips to his.
Finally they slept.
She awoke early, with the dawn, and now she could see his face.
She demanded that he mount her again, wincing at first at the pain of
his initial entry and the scrape of his hard prick against abused and
tender flesh. But that pain faded quickly as she reached for
another of those fantastic orgasms.
As he grunted for the third time that night, and his penis spurted its
life-giving fluid deep in her belly, Meg knew she was addicted to this
... that she would have to have this often, for as long as she lived.
She gave no thought at all to the fact that she was dead in the middle
of her cycle, or that, with all the sperm her womb now held, it was
almost impossible that one of them wouldn't ferlize the egg that was
descending through her fallopian tube, and almost to her womb.
CHAPTER TWELVE
That morning, when Bobby appeared at breakfast, Mavis took him aside.
"Bobby, what you do with us in bed ... do you like that?"
Bobby looked at her like she was crazy, and nodded, smiling.
"You do that with Prudence too, don't you ... at her house?" she asked.
Months earlier Bobby would probably have tried to avoid
answering. But his relationships with all the women had convinced
him that what they ... and he did was acceptable, so he nodded again.
"I'm going to send you over to Prudence's house this morning," said
Mavis. "She doesn't know about the rest of us.
But if we're all going to share you then she needs to have a place in
the schedule too. Are you sure this is all all right with
you?" Mavis couldn't believe she was having this
conversation.
Bobby nodded again, smiling, and Mavis snorted.
"Why I thought a man might balk is beyond me," she said, half to herself.
Prudence was home, wondering if she could finagle a way to get with
Bobby again when he appeared at her door suddenly, with a note from
Mavis that said "Saturday is your day with Bobby." She didn't
understand at first, but when she looked up from the note to see Bobby
undressing, she blushed bright red.
"They know about us?" she asked, aghast.
He smiled and nodded.
"And she SENT you here?!" asked Prudence again, unbelieving.
Bobby was naked now, his prick straining toward her. He held out his arms for a hug.
Prudence decided not to ask any more questions. Dropping
her housedress was simple. Getting to the bed without
stopping to kiss him took more self control.
Life in Milleson House went on, much as it had in the past, but vastly
different too. Though times were hard, and the war pulled at
everyone's spirits, for Mavis, Meg, Sally and Prudence, life now had
hope, and joy and love that made each day something to look forward
to. While all of the women wanted to make love with Bobby much
more frequently than once a week, all four women treated that
experience like chocolate, or sugar, or any of the other treats that
were rationed at that time in American life. They accepted the
ache of anticipation they endured each time they looked at Bobby, or
worked beside him, letting the anticipation build until it was their
turn to lie with him and submerge themselves in his hot embrace and
spurting penis.
That one planning session notwithstanding, the women were too inhibited
by the rules of polite discourse to discuss their relationships with
Bobby in the open. While all of the participants knew the
schedule, and made accommodations for that schedule, there was no
public discussion about what went on behind the doors that the women
pulled Bobby through.
Only Donna had no idea of the underlying relationships that were going
on. Meg or Sally continued to give him his bath, when it became
apparent that changing the routine would alert Donna that something had
happened. But now, other than perhaps a quick blow job,
they controlled what happened in the bathroom, saving their lust for a
time when they could welcome it with open arms.
The women took what they could get ... gratefully and with vigor.
Bobby ate more, took more naps, and looked forward to the nights.
His body strengthened as his testosterone levels were raised by his
amorous activities. He was eminently qualified for the role
he was asked to play.
The cabinet maker was elated with the quality of work that Bobby did
for him in the afternoons. The fact that the teacher still wanted
to work with him two days a week bothered him only because that meant
Bobby couldn't produce quite as much of his detailed and gorgeous
carvings. Bobby grasped the importance of riffle files
immediately, and his carvings soon took on the professional appearance
of a master craftsman. His work began to be requested, and a bank
account was opened in his name. It took three weeks for Bobby to
understand (and accept, really) what a bank was, and that he actually
had money in that facility that was his, and which he could access for
his own wants.
In short, all was well in Bobby's little microcosm of human
relationships for the first time in his life. If he hadn't
reached level five of Mister Maslow's pyramid, he wasn't far from it.
As was stated at the beginning of this tale, however, life is a
struggle. The good fortune that had descended on Milleson house
couldn't last forever.
And it did not.
On the seventh of May, 1945, which just happened to be Sally's
scheduled day for hot sex with Bobby, Germany surrendered
unconditionally to the Allied forces. The next day was declared
Victory in Europe day and the whole country celebrated.
America, including those few Americans in Hampstead Nebraska, went nuts.
What Americans in general did, that day, is well documented. What
happened in Hampstead Nebraska, a mere footnote compared to larger
events, was that Sally Winston, an unmarried woman of age twenty-three,
lay with her lover, Bobby Martin, a supposedly mute orphan boy, and got
thoroughly pregnant. The euphoria of Germany's surrender could be
argued to have, in some part, been responsible. For one thing,
she was joyous to her very core when she let Bobby spurt her belly full
of his virile sperm. Some doctors claim that a woman who is
relaxed and happy is more fertile than one who is not. For
another, she did not think about where she was in her monthly cycle,
which had never been regular, but which she still tried to guess at
before she took Bobby's sperm into her womb. On those days when
she thought it might be dangerous, she simply sucked down his delicious
treat in her throat. But on this day, she was so happy that
she just wanted to celebrate ... and celebrate she did, getting
pregnant in the process.
Germany's surrender had other consequences as well. Fresh troops
being sent there to fight, ended up relieving weary combat troops, who
were pulled out for badly needed rest and relaxation before being
shifted to the Pacific Theater, where the war was decidedly NOT
over. The fresh troops, and those who managed to stay in Germany
and France, took up occupation duties.
That created two situations that would, in time, change everything in Milleson House.
The first was that Prudence received official notification that her
husband was seeking a divorce. She had known this would happen,
and had not sought it herself only because she still depended on his
income, at least to some extent. Still she was both hurt and
angry. She assuaged her anger and hurt in Bobby's arms ...
extensively. She missed her very next period, which was
supposed to have arrived the middle of June.
The second was that, in early June, Donna got a letter from her son,
Wally, that said he was being given leave to come home. He knew
he would only be able to stay for thirty days, and that he would have
to go somewhere after that, but didn't know where that was. He
made oblique mention that his two best friends, one of whom had saved
his life, were coming with him because they had nowhere else, really,
to go.
The celebrations carried into bed with Bobby. For Rachel, who
know knew she was pregnant, and Prudence, who suspected she was
in the same situation, Their angst about that was more easily
subdued as they joined in the national feeling that things were looking
up. For the rest, the euphoria about the war's end, at least in
europe, made their time with Bobby just that much sweeter.
Of them all, only Donna had no outlet for her intense joy - that her
son was coming home.
It was on a Saturday, mid morning, when the excitement and strain got
to Donna as she paced in her lonely farm house. She thought of
things that needed to be done around the house, but couldn't get
motivated to do any of them. Instead, on impulse, she
decided to go visit Pru.
That, in itself, wasn't so strange. She had a close bond to Pru
because she knew what it was like to lose a husband, even though Pru
had lost hers in a totally different way than Donna
had. She had visited Prudence many times in the past,
but it had slacked off during the cold winter months. She
hurried toward's Pru's house, anticipating taking her mind off the
anguish of waiting for her son's homecoming by filling the morning with
idle chat.
It also wasn't unusual for her to just open the door and walk into
Pru's tiny house. She simply called out merrily as she did so.
She was completely and utterly unprepared to find Pru, naked, flat on
her back, legs spread, with a man lunging between those legs as Pru
moaned her pleasure. And as her numb mind recognized who that man
was with his cock obviously buried deep in Pru's belly, her mind
struggled to make sense of it all.
Two faces turned to look at her as she stood in the open doorway.
Pru's expression flashed to one of horror. Bobby simply smiled
his usual welcoming smile.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Donna screeched.
Prudence's face unfroze and she pushed Bobby off of her. She
looked at her friend, who stood frozen, gasping for air like she had
run as fast as she could, for as long as she could.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Donna croaked, this time, her voice taking on a whine.
Prudence had no idea what to say, so she said nothing. She put
her dressing gown on and belted it to cover her nakedness. Then
she went to Donna and pulled her gently into the house and closed the
door.
"YOU'RE MARRIED!" yipped Donna.
This was something Prudence could talk about. "You know good and
well that I'm not married any longer, or won't be soon. Don't try
to make me feel bad," she said, defensive now.
"But ... but ... that's BOBBY!" squeaked Donna, staring at Bobby, who
sat, still naked, Indian style on the bed, watching the two women with
interest. He was unashamed of his nakedness, and the ease with
which he sat there made the situation seem all the more odd to Donna.
"Yes, that's Bobby," agreed Pru. "Now come in and sit down."
"What?" asked Donna, looking at Pru for the first time since she'd put on her dressing gown.
"Come in and sit down," said Pru, like she was talking to a child.
Donna's mind was beginning to adapt. What her eyes had told her
was going on was so bizarre that she had tried to deny
them. But, as she looked at Bobby her mind began to realize
that what she had seen was real.
"You can't do that," she said, her voice a whisper.
"I already have, so you may as well not take that attitude," said
Prudence. Her attitude about this was beginning to change
too. Instead of shame, which she knew she SHOULD feel, the only
thing she WAS feeling was fear and anger that it might be taken away
from her.
"You could get pregnant," said Donna, reaching with her mind for something pragmatic to talk about.
"I already am ... I think," said Prudence.
"WHAT?!" gasped Donna.
"We've been ... doing this ... for some time now," said
Prudence. "And you know my husband has abandoned me.
I'll be divorced soon. If I get nothing else out of this damned
war, I'll at least get the baby that that bastard couldn't give me
before he went away and found another woman." She felt hot with
anger now. "And it serves him right that I'm going to have
Bobby's baby instead of his!" she said firmly.
"But what will Mavis say?" asked Donna. This was too strange, and
her mind flitted about, going from one concept to another.
Prudence thought it might be too much for Donna to grasp if she
admitted that all the rest of the women were doing the same thing with
Bobby. "I don't know," said Pru quietly. "I haven't told her
yet." That was, technically true. Pru had not confided in
anyone that she thought she might be pregnant.
"I don't understand any of this," moaned Donna, sitting down in a chair.
For lack of anything else to say, Prudence spilled her guts about that
first time with Bobby had come about, and how she had gotten so excited
in the bathroom, and was so upset about her husband's abandonment, that
she had brought Bobby home and their relationship had started.
"Why didn't you tell ME?" she asked wounded.
"I didn't know how you'd react," admitted Prudence. "You
might have complained, or forbidden us, or even told others."
"How SHOULD I react?" asked Donna heatedly. "Sneaking
around behind my back like that! Having SEX with a boy!
What were you THINKING?!" she shouted.
Prudence expected this from her friend. But her desire to
maintain the pleasure she shared with Bobby made her fight to keep that.
"He makes me HAPPY, Donna!" she said back forcefully. "He makes
me feel loved! Is that such a terrible thing?" she asked
earnestly.
"But ... you can't just ... have sex with him!" said Donna, her voice lower.
"Why not?" asked Pru, yearning in her voice. "Bobby certainly
doesn't mind." She swiveled her head to him. "Do you
Bobby?"
Bobby shook his head and smiled.
Donna looked at him in disbelief. "But he's just a BOY!" she said.
Prudence straightened her shoulders. "No he's not," she
said. "He's as much a man as your son is. He'll be
seventeen in just months. He's all man when he's with me."
Prudence's response made Donna think again about what she'd seen when
she opened the door. She remembered something now that she hadn't
realized or thought about. When Prudence had pushed Bobby off of
her and he'd gotten to his knees, his penis had been long and straight
and hard, shiny with the moisture they had created. He HAD looked
like a man right then! She felt something twist in her loins as
she remembered how long and hard he had looked. Her husband
had been short, and never that ... hard looking. That was the
kind of penis that could easily make babies ... had made one in
Prudence, in fact.
Donna blinked, and her eyes went to Prudence. "You're going
to have his baby?!" she said, as if she hadn't quite understood before,
but did now.
Prudence actually smiled. "Yes," she said.
"But that's not fair!" said Donna. Her mouth snapped shut. She couldn't imagine where that came from.
"Why not?" asked Pru again. "I'm a woman. I wanted
children. My husband didn't give me one. Now he never
will. Maybe I'll just marry Bobby when he turns seventeen!"
"I wanted more children too!" said Donna heatedly. "But I
didn't get them either. That doesn't mean you can have them with
Bobby!"
"Didn't you ever look at him when he came out of the bathroom on bath
night?" asked Pru. "Didn't you ever look at him as a man
and wonder what it would be like?" It was obvious what she
meant.
"Of course I did," said Donna, exasperated. Then she blinked again. Why had she said that?
"I did too," said Pru patiently. "I just did something about it."
"What if I wanted to too?" asked Donna, suddenly angry that she had
been left out. Her eyes got wide and she clapped her hands over
her mouth.
Prudence felt hope for the first time since Donna had come into the
room. "If we'd have known you wanted to, you'd have been
included," she said. On impulse she turned to Bobby
again. "Bobby? If Donna wanted you to make love to
her, would you be willing to do that for her?"
Bobby's smile bloomed and he nodded firmly. He tried not to look
too eager. It was obvious that Donna had some problem with what
had been going on. This was a new concept to Bobby, and he
wondered about her responses.
Donna's life had been pale and colorless after Walter had died.
Except for her son, who then went off to war, she had felt like she had
nothing left. She didn't know the ways of men, having married so
young, and her life had been isolated on the farm until she started
working at Milleson House. Coming to town every day had been
something that brought a little color to her life, and she depended on
that to keep her interested in life. Like many widows, the
thought of trying to start another relationship seemed like it would be
more trouble and pain than it would be worth. And she HAD looked
at Bobby's naked body as that of a man, with tittilating unformed
fantasies shooting thrills through her body.
That, combined with the excitement she felt about the war being over in
Europe and her son coming home, but couldn't find an outlet for, is
probably responsible for her completely uncharacteristic response to
all that Prudence had said. That, and seeing Bobby's smile
... the eagerness on his face at the idea of doing something so
intimate with her.
"This is crazy," she said, her voice dull, as her mind tried to
convince her that what she was now thinking of was, indeed crazy.
"I don't know about that," said Pru. "All I know is that Bobby makes me gloriously happy."
Again Donna thought about that long hard prick she had seen, and she felt her nipples tighten.
"I'd like to be happy again," she sighed.
"Bobby can make you happy, Donna," Prudence urged.
"Can he?" asked Donna, her voice young.
"Oh yes," assured Prudence. "Do you want him to make you happy right now, Donna?"
"Now?" asked Donna. "Here?"
"I don't mind," said Prudence, now trying to seal the suggestion.
If Donna lay with Bobby than everything would just go on as usual, and
she wanted that badly.
"In front of you?" whined Donna, suddenly wanting more than anything else to be ... happy.
"I can go to the kitchen and fix us all some lunch," said
Prudence. "You want to feel happy again ... don't you Donna?" she
urged.
"Yes," whispered Donna, looking down.
Prudence turned to Bobby. "Be nice to Donna Bobby.
She needs to feel happy. Will you help her feel happy Bobby?" she
asked. He nodded soberly, and not knowing what else to do,
Prudence turned and went into the kitchen. There was no
doorway, so she started banging around pots and pans, to make it sound
like she was busy.
Bobby had admired Donna's lush figure often. At his age, and
considering the frequency with which he saw naked women and got to love
them, it was almost impossible for him not to wonder about what
Donna's body looked like under her clothing. She had never
approached him for sex, and he accepted that. Lots of other women
in town spoke to him but didn't approach him for sex too, so he had not
attempted to initiate anything with Donna. His lack of
understanding of the mores of society, as they concerned a young male
and numerous older females though, didn't stop him from wondering what
it would be like with her.
Bobby assumed that Donna had, at last, made the overture he was quite willing to respond to.
Donna looked at him, suddenly unable to meet and keep his gaze.
Her eyes darted away. Part of her couldn't believe she had said
she wanted to enter this kind of relationship with him, but part of her
thought it just might have found an outlet for her nervous
energy. Still, she didn't know what to do.
Walter had always come to her and flirted with her, and wooed her,
suggesting that they have some fun. She had rarely
initiated any sexual activity with him, and didn't know how to begin.
Once again, the routine Bobby had gotten into came into
play. He was used to getting things going by disrobing the
women. He stood, and stepped toward her. His penis,
which had softened while the two women talked, had begun to refill with
blood, in anticipation of being with Donna. It hung, not
quite straight out, but rising by the moment. Her eyes went
to that organ and watched it bob as he stepped toward her.
She was frozen, like a rabbit that cowers behind a bush, hoping the
wolf will stalk on by.
The heat in her chest grew, making her whole body feel hot. Her
clothes felt heavy and itchy. She was astonished at herself as
feelings of lust attacked her with unrelenting insistence that she
deserved to experience that strong young penis, just as much as
Prudence did. Part of her emotional upheaval as she stood there,
was based on anger that her friend had kept this for herself, instead
of sharing it with her. She somehow forgot completely that
she was shocked by her friend's actions of doing something with Bobby
in the first place.
When Bobby stood before her, and ducked his head to make her eyes meet his, she took a shuddering breath.
"I can't," she said weakly.
Bobby had heard this too, and in his experience, all that meant was
that he was supposed to do things that would make her say "OK, now I
can!" He took her hands, and pulled her up. He
clasped her cheeks between his hands, and leaned in for an exploratory
kiss. Her lips didn't return that kiss at first, but
the moan that she exhaled told him to do it again, this time more
forcefully, mashing his lips to hers. His tongut slipped out and
she felt shock at that. No one had ever kissed her this
way. It was so much more ... intimate ... than she'd ever been
kissed before.
She felt his arms around her and that strong embrace, more than
anything else, broke her frozen posture. That embrace
brought back the feel of Walter's embrace, which she had liked so
much. Her own hands fluttered to his back, and she felt his
wimpled skin. She had seen those scars as he was dressed for bed,
and her touch was light.
He pulled her toward the bed ... Prudence's bed ... where only moments
before Prudence had lain ... naked ... with this man. He felt
like a man now, and thoughts of him as a boy vanished in his strong
embrace. Still ... that bed was frightening. She resisted,
her mind telling her this couldn't be happening, but his insistent pull
made her take another step and then another. His hands
cupped her breasts through her dress and she
shuddered. No one had touched them in
years. The tingles she felt made her gasp.
He kissed her neck and she shivered again. Then he backed up and
his fingers went to the closings of her dress. She stood
limply, letting him make her naked as her mind still railed that this
was crazy. But his hands on her naked skin blew those
thoughts out of her mind. She could no longer think about
Prudence in the next room, or whether this was right or wrong as the
passion exploded in her loins and he lay her back on the bed.
Her last shred of resistance blew away on the winds of her passion as
he put his mouth on her aching nipples and insistently pushed at her so
long-unused sexual opening, and slowly penetrated her. It felt
like he went in forever and, as his hairs mingled with hers, he kissed
her again.
Her knees jerked up reflexively and he ground against her.
Donna's initial response was to just go limp as she was overwhelmed by
memories and physical feelings. Her muscles turned to jelly, and
she lay there luxuriating in the feel of a hard bone in her pussy after
so long without one. She lay limp, just concentrating on the feel
of what she was experiencing deep inside her. It was when
she realized just HOW deep inside her she felt those things that she
realized how different Bobby's prick was than that of her aged husband
before he died. Bobby touched in places she'd never been touched
before ... ever. When his prick tried to push its way through her
cervix she didn't feel pain, like the other women did. Her
cervix had passed a baby through it, and something inside her was ready
to do that again. Her cervix welcomed that intruder and opened
for it as the tip slid into the small hole.
She gasped as he withdrew almost all the way out of her and then, every so slowly, slid back in.
Then her muscles awoke, first among them her lungs, as she grunted as
her cervix was penetrated again. Her arms came up and wrapped
around her lover now, and her head strained to lift so she could see
with her own eyes where they were joined. She pushed his chest
away from her breasts and he straightened his arms, looking at her
curiously.
"I want to see" she panted, looking.
He drew out for her, that long hard thing that she quite suddenly
realized she was going to want to feel in her again. Her
legs came up then, wrapping around his as she pulled him back into
her. She couldn't tell when it happened, but somehow he was
suddenly slicking in and out of her rapidly and smoothly.
She was so wet that she made horrible noises where they were joined,
but she didn't care. That was because she felt the orgasm
approaching that she thought she might never have again. It hit
her and she welcomed it, relishing in the feel of something so long
gone in her life. He kept going and she realized he wasn't
going to stop as quickly as Walter had. That thought made her
think that, impossibly, she might be able to feel that gorgeous feeling
one more time before it was all over and she had to stop doing this.
"Uhhhhhhh" she moaned as she reached for it and found it, tugging it
along and pulling at his hips. Somehow he knew to push in
and stay there, where it felt soooo good. Her pussy clenched and
released during her cum. With shock she heard his grunt and felt
heat deep inside her. She knew that feeling, but not in the
amounts he was supplying and again she was shocked at how different he
was from her departed husband. Bobby held still as his prick
continued to spurt into her, and he leaned down to taste her lips, his
favorite thing to do as his penis delivered its cargo. Now
she gave him her tongue back as, frozen together, their muscles began
to relax, more and more, until he lay fully upon her, their lips still
crushed together. Her hands went to his hair and she pulled his
face even harder to her.
"I told you he'd make you happy," came Prudence's quiet voice, only a foot away.
Donna's eyes flew open and she broke the kiss, turning her head.
"You said you'd stay in the kitchen!" she gasped.
"I know, but I couldn't help it. I had to see what it looked like
when he makes me feel that way," said Prudence. "I'm sorry."
Donna exhaled, not feeling the shame she expected to feel.
"I saw you," she said. "I guess I can't complain."
"Thank you," said Prudence, turning away, going back to the
kitchen. "It was beautiful." As she went into
the doorway her head turned, and over her shoulder she said "He isn't
finished yet. Not unless you want him to be."
Donna looked up at Bobby, who was smiling down at her, his liquid brown eyes staring deep inside her.
He began to move again, and she felt an unaccountable joy welling up in her as she realized that, indeed, he wasn't finished.
She experienced that unaccountable joy for the next three Saturdays, as
she visited Prudence's house, and they shared Bobby's love together.
