You can ask any kid at McKinley High-any kid in the neighborhood, for that matter. If you've got a sex problem, just go to old Sammy Barton and he can take care of it for you. I can honestly say that I've never failed. I have to admit that I became a trouble-shooter by accident, but after it had happened the first time I developed a real interest in it At seventeen I already had a reputation as being the most experienced cocks-man around, so this new role added a little spice. I found it fascinating. I guess that it feeds my ego to be able to manipulate people, and I probably get vicarious kicks out of watching the results of my efforts. I must, because when I'm "working on a case" I forget all about my own sex-life.
This is the way it all started. There was a crippled kid in our class. He was a good looking kid, and he had a real strong upper body, but he had to lock his arms in crutches and literally drag his shriveled lower body along. He and I became friends, probably because I've always had a tendency to try to help the "under-dog," and the friendship got pretty thick. When I wasn't on the prowl I'd spend an evening with him and we did a lot of talking, a lot of philosophizing. Because of that, it didn't surprise me when he called one night and in a serious, almost frightened voice asked if I could go over. He said not to bother knocking because his folks were out, but to just let myself in and to go to his room. I did, and when I got there he was already in bed. I sat on the edge of the bed. "Okay, old buddy, what's your big problem?"
He had trouble getting it out, but he finally managed. He was seventeen years old, there was nothing wrong with his equipment, but he had never experienced a climax. I could see that it was bothering him especially that night, because the blankets were raised over his crotch. He was cock-hard and it was like a tent pole. "I can't even beat it off," he blushingly admitted, "because once I unstrap my hands I can't control their movement"
I nodded. I had gotten the picture. "You mean that you want me to beat you off, is that it?"
He couldn't answer, but that was it He wanted to know what it felt like to shoot off a load.
Messing with other guy's cocks isn't one of my favorite activities, but how could you refuse a guy like that in a position like that? I threw the blankets back, and it was all there. His powerful chest the arms that jerked around because he couldn't control them. The body that was shriveled from the hips down, skinny legs lying there uselessly. The triangular forest of dark hair, and growing out of it one hell of a whang. I reached out wrapped my fingers around the hot hard pole and slowly began to stroke it I'd taken maybe six or eight strokes when all of a sudden it hit me. Hell, I asked myself, if he was going to find out what it was like to shoot off, why not let it be the way it should be? "Hey, Jerry, what time will your folks be home?"
"Not 'til tomorrow," he answered.
"Good!" I let go of his meat and pushed myself up. I looked down at him and smiled. "Look, old buddy, beating your meat is kid stuff. I'm going to get you a nice piece of nookie so you can really see what it's all about!"
He tried to protest, but there wasn't much he could do. Without his crutches he was at my mercy. I took them and went, into the living-room, found the telephone and made a call. Jenny was a sixteen year old blond who was really stacked and who liked her sex. I'd been out with her five or sue times, and we had never done the same thing twice; she had let me know that she would be available any time I wanted.
"Hey, Jenny, this is Sam Barton. Can you get away for a little while?" There was no hesitation, so I gave her the address and hung up with a smile. I went back in and sat on the edge of the bed again. "Well, old buddy, you're in for fun and games tonight!" I told a terrified Jerry.
Jenny showed up. I gave her the details in the living-room She argued a little, so I appealed to her better nature-"Hen, how can you NOT help a guy like that?" and told her that if she wouldn't go through with it we wouldn't get together again ourselves. She finally, half-reluctantly, agreed.
We went into the bedroom. Jerry had pulled the blankets up over him again, so I grabbed for them and pulled them off. I wanted Jenny to see his entire body at once, because the thing that would catch her attention would make her forget the not-quite-so-pretty parts. It did. When she saw his huge, swollen cock standing up like a tent pole her eyes widened; she simply couldn't resist seven inches of throbbing meat, a big-headed cock with a little drop of jizm already glistening at the end.
There was an occasional chair at one side of the room so I position it, sat down with my buttocks on the edge and my legs spread out. My own meat was half-hard against my leg. "Okay, baby, give him a show and then give him the works," I coaxed.
Jenny licked her tongue across her lips "Uh-uh," I said, "none of that!" She knew what I meant; she wasn't going to simply crawl up between his legs and go to work on him with her mouth, an activity that she both liked and was good at "He's never seen a girl naked, he's never shot off a load, so you know what to do, sweetie!"
Jenny shook her head as if mesmerized, then kicked off her low-heeled shoes. She raised her skirt giving him a view of a wide expanse of nice flesh, and slid a silk stocking down. She turned slightly and repeated the procedure. She undid her blouse and let it fall off, reached around to loosen her bra. As she slid it off her big, melon-shaped tits fell forward and down, the half-dollar-sized nipples a pinkish-red. Jerry's eyes widened and his breathing grew more labored; he might have wanted to protest some more, but he couldn't. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and his prick throbbed. I was getting a real lack out of it along with one hell of a hard-on.
Jenny leaned forward from the foot of the bed. Her big tits swayed forward, scraping against his legs, and she grasped his prong at the base. She licked the head, running her tongue around it several times, then slid her lips over it" Oh, Jesus!" Jerry cried out and you could almost feel his useless body trying to strain upward. As she moved her mouth up and down on him his hands jerked as if he were trying to grasp her head, and I imagined that if he had had the coordination he would have held her head so that she would suck him to a climax. She went at it awhile, then licked all around it, took his balls into her mouth. My own cock throbbed from remembrance of how well she did that; I felt a stickiness on my leg. "Okay, baby, that's enough of that," I warned, not sure but what a guy who'd never dumped a load might not do it too quickly.
Jenny pulled away, but then she did something that I thought was really great Still between his legs, she reached out for one of his flaying hands; she opened the fingers and carried it to one of her luscious tits. She squeezed his fingers over it for him, took one of his fingers and let it feel the now hard, prick-like little thing in the middle. "like that?" she asked, and his throbbing cock gave the answer for him.
She pushed herself off the bed, unzipped her skirt and slid it slowly down over her hips. Her silk panties were almost like a second skin. I could see the shadow of the cleavage between her buttocks, so I was pretty sure that Jerry, from the other side, was getting a preview of things to come in that vee between her legs. Again the remembrance made my own cock throb; she had one of the nicest pussies around. Full-mounded, covered with fleecy blond hair, a real cock-teaser. Well-used as it was, the lips were still tight; it was like two miniature mountain ranges pushed together with a deep valley between them.
Jenny was obviously beginning to enjoy die party. She put a hand on each hip, grasped the flimsy material, and then slowly, slowly palled her panties down. She stepped out of them, her tits swaying forward as she removed each leg, then raised up and threw them aside. She stood there letting Jerry feast his eyes on the first naked female body he had seen, then she slowly crawled up onto the bed over him. She really made it good, letting her tits drag along the full length of his body until she was lying on top of him. I could tell that she had put her mouth over his, that she was agreeing with me and giving him the works even if he had wanted to protest, and she slowly ground her pussy against his hard cock. Man, I almost took my own out so that I could beat on it!
Jenny reached down between them, raising herself onto her knees a little, and took hold of his cock. She ran it up and down her cunt, then held it straight and started grinding her hips a little. I strained and gave out a little grunt of my own as I saw her position it with the head caught between those two tight lips. I groaned and rubbed my cock through my pants as she began moving her hips up and down and I saw inch after inch of his hard meat disappearing into her. She kept it up slowly until she had taken him to the balls, then she started an even-motioned fucking. I watched it slide out until just the head was caught, then disappear as she lowered herself until their hairs were caught together, slide out again. It was even more swollen than it had been, and glistening from the juices it got inside that hot channel.
Jerry's lower body couldn't move, but there was no doubting the moment that he climaxed-and there was no doubting that he was thoroughly enjoying it "Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" he cried out "Oh, christamighty how good that feels!"
"You're fucking, baby, you're fucking!" Jenny cooed to him, and it was obvious that his big prong had given her more pleasure than she had probably expected. She lowered her belly onto his and I knew that her inner cunt-muscles were squeezing the last juices from his probably softening cock. Finally she raised herself slowly and it fell out, falling limply over his balls. She kissed him once more and then backed off the end of the bed
She turned to me and smiled. That was pretty great, after all. That's a real cock he's got, and it's sort of fun...well you know...it was different"
"Wowie!" Jerry gasped. "Wow, I didn't mink I'd ever get to do anything like that Man, that was...terrific!"
Just assuming that other guys might 'be like me-I like to have a clean cock at all times-I pushed myself up and went into the bathroom. I came back with a damp wash-cloth and gently washed Jerry's worn-out cock. "How about that old buddy?" I smiled down at him "Wasn't that better than having me beat you off?"
"Man, are you kidding!"
Jenny was still standing there naked She looked at me with questioning, almost hopeful eyes. She looked down at the hard impression in my pants and ran her tongue across her upper hp. I laughed "Hey, Jerry, you don't mind if we stop in your living room on the way out do you? I've got a hard-on that won't stop, I'd like to let Jenny suck it off for me."
"No, I don't but...."
"But what?" I asked when he didn't go on. "Well...Well why not do it in here so I can watch?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "Hell, if you'd get a kick out of that, why not?" I tossed the wash-cloth aside and stripped, laid down on the bed beside him. He strained his neck a little, then pushed pillows around so that he wouldn't have to.
"Jesus," he said, "you must have at least nine inches!"
"Eight and a half," I corrected him, rubbing it I looked up at Jenny. "Come and get it baby!"
She crawled up between my legs, took my balls in one hand, my cock in the other, and started in on one of her Super-Special mouth-jobs.
As her educated mouth went to work on me I stared up at the ceiling. I was getting the feeling and it was good-she really knew how to use her mouth-but H wasn't enough yet that I couldn't think of other things. I thought about how rough life must be in Jerry's shoes, having a cock like that and the sexual appetite but such limited opportunity to use it. It didn't take much imagination to know that if we hadn't become friends, if he hadn't learned to feel that free with me, the poor guy might have gone on for years getting hard-on after hard-on but not being able to do anything about it-and without knowing what it felt like to fuck (or, in his case, to get fucked). Thinking that I suddenly wanted him to have more. "Hey, Jerry," I turned my head toward him, "can you get another hard-on?"
He laughed a sort of embarrassed laugh and I looked down. He was already sporting another hard-on.
I took hold of Jenny's head, stopping her motion on my piston. "Sweetie, that's great but we can do it any time. Right now I think we ought to let Jerry back in on the act Hell, he's got years to make up for!"
"What...what you mean?" Jerry asked nervously, but Jenny had already gotten the message and so words weren't necessary. She gave my swollen cock a last tongue-lashing then raised op. She looked into my eyes, her own saying that she wanted to keep going on my mouth-pleasing whang but that she understood. She moved over between Jerry's legs and went to work there. I watched her as she mouthed his balls a Utile, then tongued her way up to the head of his cock and began swirling her tongue around it As she began moving her mouth up and down on it I made my move...I got behind her, her legs between mine, and reached under to get a little hand-play with that beautiful pussy as I reached around with the other hand and played with a hard-nippled tit I massaged her cunt fingered it slid my finger in and ran it in circles; it really excited her, and she started moving her head a little faster on Jerry's whang. Chuckling, I pulled my hand away, slid my cock up between her legs. It took a little guidance to get the head caught in the right place between those tight lips, then I began fucking slowly, driving it deeper and deeper into her. I was finally banging her butt with each stroke, my balls swinging under and butting her; it was a terrific feeling and I built on it slowly. I poured it to her, withdrew, poured it to her, withdrew, in slow, even strokes, and then I couldn't help myself. The strokes got faster and faster, and her mouth moved faster on Jerry's prong. Finally, gasping and grunting, I sent my cock full into her and let it explode, humping like a jack-rabbit with each ejaculation. Jerry was coming at the same time, crying as he had before, "Oh, shit! Oh, chrisamighty that feels good!"
Jenny and I fell over, but she somehow managed to keep one cock in her mouth and the other up her hot cooze. She used her educated pussy to suck my cock dry, and I knew that Jerry was getting similar treatment from her equally welleducated mouth. We laid there for some time, then Jerry brought us to by saying as if he were talking to himself-"Jesus, I'll never forget this night as long as I live!"
I raised up and looked down into his handsome face. "Like I said, old buddy, it beat having me beat you off, didn't it?"
He merely shook his head. He looked like a kid who had expected nothing and then gotten something great for Christmas.
Later that night I laid in my own bed and looked up into the darkness. I remembered that in all our conversations Jerry had never mentioned his inability to jerk off-it had taken all mat time for him to get the courage to make his move. Remembering that, I asked myself, "I wonder how many kids there are at school who're having sex problems and don't know how to work them out?"
That might seem like something strange for a person to wonder, but I had discovered the pleasures of sex early in life and it suddenly seemed to me that it would be a damned shame for anybody to not be able to have the same kind of pleasures. I decided to try and find out, and if I could help anybody over a hump I would. Old Sammy Barton would become a trouble-shooter; before he was through every kid in McKinley High would be able to have fun and games, thoroughly enjoying what some people chose to call "the pleasures of the flesh." Little did I know what that decision was to lead to!
CHAPTER TWO
I decided to go about my project scientifically, and mat included not biting off more than I could handle at one time. I laid out my plan of action; I would take one class at a time, get them all shaped up and then move on to the next With that in mind, the next morning during home-room period I made a list of everyone in the room. I checked off those I knew were already enjoying satisfactory sex lives, then began to speculate on those who were left. Before the period had ended I had picked my first "patient," a boy named Dave Garland.
Dave was another seventeen year old. He was a talk blond boy, good looking but slightly thin. He had a shock of hair that refused to stay combed, and he seemed to smile very little. He stayed pretty much to himself, and in thinking back I couldn't remember having ever seen him anywhere near a girl. Putting two and two together, it seemed pretty logical to assume that Dave obviously had an inadequate sex-life along with being at least half-way anti-social. It seemed equally logical that if his sex-life were improved his total life would be. Trouble-shooter Barton went into action. I fell into step beside him as we left the room and headed for our first period classes. "Hey, Dave, there's something I want to talk to yon about," I said. "How about meeting me after school?"
He frowned, but then he shrugged his shoulders. "I'll meet you in front of the main building after last class," I said, and headed off down the hallway. I made the first corner and up ahead of me was Jerry, moving laboriously along on his crutches. I caught up with him. "Hi, old buddy! How you feeling today?"
Jerry looked at me and turned beet-red, but he managed, "That was really something, Sam, you have no idea! Man, it took guts to ask you to beat me off, I thought I was hoping for too much then. When you brought...shit, I've got a god-damned hard-on just thinking about it again!"
I laughed and hit him on the shoulder, careful to not make it too hard. "Well just keep at it, old buddy, and you'll get to the point where you only get a hard-on at the right time!"
"You mean...? You mean well get to do it again?"
"Hell, yeah. You want to, don't you."
"Are you kidding? Man, I had no idea it could be so great"
I laughed. "Baby, there's plenty more in store for you," I said, and turned into the classroom. I decided right then that there would be; before I was through Jerry would have done as many of the things a normal kid could do as possible.
I probably would have made it through the day without any problems, but between third and fourth periods I ran into Jenny in the hallway. She stopped me, stood right in front of me and looked up into my face. "That was fun last night Sammy, but you know what I really like with you and you didn't let me finish it Can't we.. . ? "
"What's so different about me?" I demanded.
She looked down at my crotch, then shrugged her shoulders. "I just like to suck your cock, that's all," she admitted honestly. "It's...well, it's just perfect, that's all."
"Okay," I said in the way of an answer, "I'll meet you halfway between the next two periods, in the usual place."
Halfway between the next two periods I raised my hand and asked to be excused. The teacher, thinking that I had to go to the lavatory, nodded her head. I started down the hallway, and being hot-blooded my cock started hardening; by the time I reached the men's rest room it was straining hard against my pants. I went into the end stalk dropped my pants and sat on the toilet to wait I didn't have to wait long before the outer door opened, then the door to the booth opened and Jenny stepped in. Her eyes were shining and I imagine that her pussy was probably a little moist from thoughts she had been having, but she didn't waste any time because we didn't have it to waste. She went to her knees between my legs, cupped my balls in one hand, took hold of the root of my cock with the other, and lowered her mouth to it She had to work faster than she liked, but she still obviously enjoyed it and I wouldn't even pretend that I didn't like it when I had to grab hold of her head and start pushing my hips up and down. She kept one hand wrapped around my shaft so that I wouldn't choke her, so it was almost like a fuck, then I erupted into her mouth, panting and gasping and damn near falling off the John. She gulped valiantly, then I pushed her head away. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled up at me. "I really like it, Sammy. I really like this nice cock of yours and your cum. You're the only boy I really like doing this to."
"Good enough," I said, "but we'd best get back to class."
She didn't argue. She leaned over and gave my limp cock a kiss right on the head, then got to her feet "I hope we can do it again real soon," she said, and turned and left
I used some water from the John to wash my cock, wiped it off with toilet paper, then put it away. Getting my clothes back in shape, I headed back for class. The episode had only served to reaffirm my idea that every kid in the school should have the freedom to thoroughly enjoy such activities. I knew that Jenny had gone back to class feeling real satisfied from having swung on a big cock, and I sure as hell had no complaints!
It was hard to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. I found myself thinking about how things would be if I could go to the Principal, tell him my hypothesis, and have him go along with it He would provide me with a room; I would furnish it with a big bed, a stereo for soft music, and I could take the kids with problems there. Dr. Sam Barton and his clinic!
But those were dreams, and I was living in a world of reality. In that world of reality I was going to need a place where I could take the kids. I wracked my brain, then suddenly the answer came to me. The Nordham's recreation room!
The Nordhams are a couple in their early thirties who five down the block from my place; an experience-or, rather, a series of experiences-that I had had with them gave me reason to believe that they would willingly let me use their recreation room, a room which conveniently had a door opening into it from the back and a sofa that made out into a bed.
Ted Nordham is some kind of an executive. His job is time-consuming, so they had hired me the summer before to keep their yard up. Hot as it gets, I quite often worked with only a bathing suit on, and I'll have to admit that I was fully aware of the fact that Liz Nordham seemed to enjoy looking at my strong body and the bulge in my crotch. I didn't mind her looking, either, and sometimes fantasized about it at night because she is a really well-built woman with a damned attractive face. Thinking about how it would be like to get with a woman like her, I'd get in such a lather that I'd have to go out on the prowl.
One afternoon I had just finished mowing the lawns when she came to the door. She was wearing a play-suit that really showed her luscious body off to advantage-I damned near got a hard-on just looking at her! Anyway, she invited me in for a cool drink, and in I went, and it didn't take long to realize that she was a little tipsy. The rest is probably obvious enough that I don't need to go into detail; it was only a matter of minutes before she had rubbed me to a hard-on and I was busy removing her play-suit Her body was all that I had thought it would be and more. Luscious curves, nice tits that stood out firmly from her body, and a cunt that not only felt good to the touch but responded to it She was equally pleased once she had pulled my suit off me, stroking my cock and telling me that it was one of the nicest she had ever seen, rubbing her hands over my body and telling me how much she liked a strong, young body. Lying on the firing-room floor, we took turns kissing and feeling every part of each other's bodies-lingering at the crotch, of course! It didn't take long for me to reach the boiling point; I rolled her Over onto her back, straddled her, got my piston into position and sent it into action. She responded from the first, matching motions with mine, and it didn't take long for us to fuck ourselves to one hell of an orgasm.
We were at it again the next afternoon, only this time she was on top of me. We were French kissing and was playing with her nice tits, and she was slowly riding up and down my pole with her hot, firm pussy. I was trying to figure out the moment when I would roll us over so that I could do the main action when we heard, "Well, isn't this a pretty sight?"
I damn near crapped, but Liz only quit fucking and looked up. Ted Nordham stood over us. "Oh, hello, dear," she said casually. "You're home early."
"It looks like Fm home just in time," Ted answered. He's a nice looking guy, and his face was still pleasant and friendly looking. I couldn't figure it I mean, if I found my wife fucking some other guy...I
Liz didn't move and I was too scared to. I'd gone half-soft in her, even. But Ted didn't do any of the things I might have expected him to. Instead, he set his brief-case on the sofa and then began to undress, and finally he was standing over us with his still youthful body and a rod sticking up toward his belly. He smiled. "I haven't had die opportunity to see how your friend is hung, my love, so I have no idea what your desire would be!"
Liz giggled. "Decisions, decisions!" she said. Then she said, honestly, "Sammy's got about three inches more than you, Teddie, and I've already had the pleasure of fucking him, so..
So what it meant was that I sprawled on the floor with my back against the sofa and Liz went between my legs. She started working on my business with her mouth, and Ted went to his knees behind her. He grasped her hips and pulled her up, sending his cock up between her legs, and away we went. She gave me one hell of a blow job while he fucked himself off doggie-fashion, and then the three of us were a gasping, panting heap.
Liz and I went at it at least three times a week for the rest of the summer. Whenever Ted could get away from the office early he joined us. We had some extremely good times and we did some extremely interesting and enjoyable things, and with that history I was pretty sure that the Nordhams would let me use their recreation room for my project As a matter of fact I thought as I looked ahead, they would probably come in handy at times, individually and as a couple. Liz could make any guy's pecker go hard, and while Ted wasn't heavy-hung he knew how to use what he had. They both were masters at giving and getting pleasure, real swingers, and I felt sure would willingly cooperate if needed.
The last class finally ended and I headed for the doors at the entrance to the main building. I moved quickly because I figured that a guy like Dave Garland might show up because he had more or less promised to but leave if I weren't right there. If he hadn't figured it out right away, he had probably had time to by now; with my reputation it would take a low-grade moron to think that I wanted to talk to them about anything other than sex! If he was having a sex problem, he'd probably welcome the opportunity to be able to say honestly that he had gone there but left when I wasn't there.
I knew I was right when I saw the tall, blond kid coming toward me. When our eyes met he sort of swallowed, the gesture saying that hope of escape had gone. "Hi, Dave!" I said cheerfully, trying to put him at ease.
It was my old lady's afternoon for playing bridge, so we went to my place. Dave followed me through the house and into my bedroom as if he were a condemned man following the Chaplain to the Death Chambers because he had no choice. I had to almost push him down into a chair, then sprawled on the bed across from him. I studied his face, which wasn't bad, and then his body. In jeans and tee-shirt, it showed for what it was-a tall body that was well-proportioned but still a little thin while in the process of development I looked into his crotch, but there wasn't much to see there. That didn't bother me; I've seen some guys whose pricks are finger-sized while soft but real engines once hardened. I decided on the direct approach. "Look, Dave, I had a reason for wanting to talk to you. A theory, I guess you'd can it"
He looked up, eyes questioning almost fearfully.
"We've got to be honest with each other," I said. "You ever had a piece of ass?"
His face reddened. He swallowed and looked down. At the same time he moved one hand to his crotch, covering it He didn't have to use words; he had already answered my question. I knew then that I had picked a prime candidate to test both my theories and my own abilities.
"If figure it this way," I went on. "A guy-well, a gal, too-can't really be happy until he's got himself a decent sex life. Sometimes you can't do it yourself, somebody's got to help you. So that's why I wanted to talk to you. I figured that you weren't getting any, maybe I can help you. Want to tell me how come?"
He swallowed and looked uncomfortable as hell.
"You do think about screwing and get hard-ons, don't you?"
He swallowed again, looking down at the floor, and then shook his head. Yes, he thought about screwing and got hard-ons.
"Well...Well, why not get the real thing?"
It took more probing, but finally I got him to admit that he was scared silly of girls. He would think about it, get hot as a pistol, determine that he was going to go out and find himself a girl, then end up beating himself off. "Jesus," I, said, "that's a waste of talent and none of the real kicks!"
I was already thinking ahead, and it dawned on me that if my project was going to be successful I'd have to know at least something about my "patients" and match them carefully. If I took a guy with a big cock and matched him with a pussy that couldn't take it, it sure as hell wouldn't solve anything. Things like that That being the case, I said, "Move your hand, man. I want to see how you're hung."
He swallowed again, but he moved his hand. His piston pushed up hard against his jeans, the shape defined because the material was so taut. He was hung, there was no question about that It was long and thick, with a big head.
I swung my feet off the bed and stood up, letting him see that I was sporting a hard-on, too, so that he would feel more at ease. "Tell you what we're going to do, old buddy!" I started, but I realized that I didn't dare scare him oft "You come back over here tonight eight-thirty, and well shoot the breeze about it some more. If you want I'll tell you about some of my experiences on the mattress, maybe that'll help put you at ease. Okay?"
He agreed, so I let him go, but as soon as he left I went into action-and now, after our conversation, it was for two reasons. I wanted to arrange for the use of the Nordham's recreation room, but I also had a little (well, not too little!) personal problem to take care off.
The minute Liz Nordham opened the door I knew that something was up. She was wearing a house-coat and her hair was mussed; her face was set in a frown. It disappeared as soon as she saw me. "Oh, Sammy! What a pleasant surprise. Come in, come in and join the fun!"
I followed her into the bedroom. There was a guy lying on his back. He looked to be in his late twenties, a fairly good looking guy with a good build. When he saw me he moved his hand, but not before I saw the six or so inches he moved it to hide. He started to push himself up, but Liz sat on the edge of the bed and pushed against his chest "Just relax, sweetie! Sammy's real good in bed, and ifs fun that way. Haven't you ever gone at it three-way?"
The guy gulped. "N-no. I...."
She leaned over and brushed her lips against his cheek. "You're in for some fun, then," she said, and pushed herself up. She slid out of the house-coat, revealing all her beautiful nakedness. I started undressing, and she laid down beside the guy and stroked his cock as if to keep him happy. He watched me, and I saw the envy and admiration in his eyes when my thick, eight and a half inches popped out of my pants.
I crawled on the bed on the other side of Liz and Started feeling her up. She, meanwhile, gave the other guy enough attention that his fears began to melt. Now as I reached for her pussy I ran into his hand and had to push it aside; as I gently massaged and then began fingering it, he slid his hands up and began playing with her tits. Liz was in Seventh Heaven with a hard cock against each side and male hands fondling her luscious body. She kissed me hungrily, sending her tongue deep into my mouth, then turned her head to give him the same favor. When she brought her mouth back to mine he bent his neck so that he could get at her ripe, firm tits with his mouth; I could tell from her reaction that she was loving it all. Finally the guy raised up. "Jesus, I'm so damn hot the end of my cock's already sticky. When do we get down to, and what is the real action?"
Liz giggled. "How should we initiate him into the art of three-way love-making, Sammy? What do you think he'd like best?"
I looked up at the guy. "What do you usually do?"
"That's a silly question! What does any guy do when he's with a woman. He fucks!"
Liz and I both giggled, the answer to her question obvious now. I gave her the reins; she got the guy positioned, got between his legs, and started in on him.
She gave his cock-head a thorough working over, then licked her way down the shaft and started tonguing his balls. She licked her way back up, sent her tongue in circles around the big head, then started sliding her mouth up and down the full length of his shaft. He was just about going out of his mind; I figured that he wouldn't last long, so I moved into position between her legs, slid up so that my cock went up under her and my belly was against her buttocks. I reached under, got the head of my cock positioned right and then began slowly pouring it to her, giving her inch after inch. I'd gotten in maybe a half dozen good strokes when the guy grabbed her head and held it, fucking like crazy and then pushing up and crying out I knew that Liz was getting a mouthful, then I was on the way up myself, pounding hard and fast, climbing to and reaching the top. In that final, head-splitting moment I sent it as deep into her as I could and then made my own noises and shot out my load. I had grabbed hold of her nice tits; I squeezed them hard as glob after glob of jizm shot out, then I folded against her. We finally rolled over, my cock going soft in her, and with her cheek against the guy's cock she asked, "Well, what do you think? Wasn't it fun?"
The guy merely snorted, then he gave a double-answer by saying, "Christ, I wish I had time to stay until I could get hard again, maybe we could change positions, but I have to get to work."
As he showered Liz explained that he had come to the door selling insurance. As young and handsome as he was, as obviously well-built, she had invited him in. She didn't have to tell me more; I knew only too well how skillful she was at maneuvering until a guy was so hot he couldn't help himself! As she talked I enjoyed lying on my side, pressed against her with a cheek against one tit and my fingers playing around between her legs.
The insurance salesman left, then Liz and I went in to take a shower together. We had done it many times before, and it was always enjoyable. We took turns soaping each other's bodies, using our mouths on genitalia once we'd gone to our knees to soap the lower portion. I had the advantage in that I could give her tits a good tonguing, too, working on them while I soaped her shapely ass. Then we rinsed and got out, dried and walked naked into the other room. Liz put on her housecoat and I began to dress, telling her of my project and asking for the use of their recreation room. She laughed, a laugh of appreciation, and willingly gave permission-adding, as I might have expected and in answer to my earlier thoughts-that I should remember that she, and Ted when he was home, would be available for assistance.
All of that taken care of, I went home. I had just enough time to call Arlene Lowden before my old lady got home. Arlene agreed to let me pick her up that evening at nine. My project was definitely in action! I was ready for the count down on the second "case." I chuckled to myself, pleased at the thought that before the night was over I would have managed things so that bashful Dave Garland would have fucked his first girl and thus be able to dispense with the hand action! "That first fuck," I told myself, "that's all it takes. Once they've done it, they not only want more but know how to get it and what to dot"
CHAPTER THREE
I waited on the front step until Dare got there. Once he had showed up I said, "You know how parents are, I thought we'd go some place where we can talk without a lot of yakking!" He fell into step beside me and we headed down the street; reaching the Nordham's, we went around the back and into the recreation room. He sprawled in a chair and I laid on my back on the sofa-the piece of furniture that would be his love-bed before not too long a time had passed
I figured that I had ten minutes, and I used them to full advantage. In that ten minutes I told him enough about sex to really get him interested; when I pushed myself up and said that I had to leave for a few minutes, he agreed to wait "No fair beating yourself off while I'm gone," I said half-jokingly, and went out into the night. I sprinted the three or four blocks and got to Arlene's at almost nine sharp.
Arlene Lowden is an eighteen year old. The first time I had dated her she had admitted that she had accepted only because she had heard that I was a real cocksman; after that first date she had never refused me, so I guess I can hold my own with the older guys! She is of medium height and with a body that never quits; it's beautiful clothed, but naked it is absolutely fantastic. Her tits are like two firm melons, warm and luscious. She has all the right curves and mounds in the right places, and the mound between her legs is a sheer thing of beauty. Ifs probably the biggest pussy I've ever seen, but it is perfection. A perfect handful, and a tight hold for a hard cock-or a lovely place to nuzzle before sending your tongue up between those tight, hot lips. She's a free-swinger, too; when it comes to the mattress sports, she's game for anything. Most importantly this night, she-likes cock. I was counting on that
I put my hand on her firm ass as we started down the sidewalk. I rubbed it a little, felt of her buttocks and ran my palm down the cleavage between them. I fingered her a little through the material of her dress, perhaps reminding her of one night when we had ended up with three other follows along and I had fucked her in the ass while another guy took her from the front as she blew a third and jerked off the fourth. "I've got a surprise for you tonight" I said softly.
She laughed. "Sammy-boy, nothing you ever did would surprise me! And if you've come up with something new, three cheers!"
"Be serious a minute, will you?"
She reached for my cock and squeezed it "I am!" She laughed again, and I guess that in that moment we both remembered some of the many different things we had done together.
"Look, I got to thinking last night about how great sex is, about how lucky those of us who know how to go about it are. I got to thinking about the poor suckers who don't know how to go about it or who have hang-ups."
"Oh, oh!" she said, "I can feel it coming on. A one-man crusade to get everybody in town free-fucking!"
"Every kid in town," I answered laughingly. "Let the grownups worry about themselves But, anyway, here's this real decent guy, a little on the skinny side but good-looking and pretty well-hung, and the poor sucker is scared silly of girls. He's seventeen and still beating his meat!"
"And that's where we're going," Arlene said.
"Right! I figured that when he sees you-especially when he sees you naked-hell get the hots so bad it'll hurt Well get him undressed and...."
She reached back again and grabbed me in the crotch. "Are you going to get in on it?"
"Uh-uh. I mean, this is going to be his first time with a woman, Arlene, it's got to be a terrific fuck. If it was a three-way, well, he might not be able to go out on his own afterwards."
She squeezed my cock. "You're disappointing me, Sammy-boy. No matter how well-hung he is, he cant beat you, to say nothing of your action! Tell you what m do it with him if you promise me a round once that's over."
I squeezed her ass. "No arguments there, baby."
We had reached the Nordhams. I led her up the walk, around to the back and into the recreation room. Dave sat up, then pushed himself all the way to his feet when he saw her. He gulped. "Arlene, this is Dave, and vice versa," I said.
Arlene was a real jewel. "Hello, Dave," she said in a sultry voice, and sort of undulated over to him. She lifted his hand into hers. "I'm real glad to meet you."
Dave made a sound that couldn't possibly be spelled out, then he fell back into the chair.
Arlene and I sat on the sofa. "Dave and I were talking about sex a little while ago, Arlene," I said. "Would you believe he's never seen a woman with no clothes on?"
Arlene looked over at him. "No," she went along with me, "I wouldn't believe it As nice looking a boy as he is, I'll bet he was only pulling your leg. He's probably got girls lined up waiting to get into bed with him!"
Dave made the strange sound again. His face was beet red and he gripped the arms of the chair. I watched him closely, ready to go into action if he decided to leap to his feet and bolt from the room. "Uh-uh," I said, "he was telling the truth. You having probably the most beautiful body in the neighborhood, why don't you be a good girl and give him a treat?"
"You're kidding," she said.
"Not on your life. Besides that I wouldn't mind getting another look at it myself! I'd be willing to bet that you have the nicest pussy in the whole damn school, and if d take some doing for anyone to show up with better knockers."
Arlene laughed, then she pushed herself to her feet "With all those compliments, how could I refuse?" she asked, and then started one of the most beautiful, dragged out strips I'd ever seen. She played it for Dave, turning slightly toward him as she raised her skirt to expose a beautiful expanse of leg as she loosened her garter, turning to repeat the process on the other side. She let him see full, beautiful and shapely legs as she stripped off first one and then the other stocking. I was enjoying it myself, but I still kept watching him; for the moment it didn't look like I had anything to worry about He was still grasping the arms of the chair, but he had pushed himself back into the chair and looked like he was trying to make himself disappear. His arms caught like that he was helpless to hide the hard-on that was growing in his crotch.
I thought his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets as Arlene slid her dress over her head and stood there for a moment in just panties and a bra. He looked like he was going to have a stroke as she loosened the bra and let it fall to the floor, her beautiful tits spreading a little once they were freed from the material. I knew from past experience that her big nipples were staring at him like a set of headlights, and they finished the job-his whang was standing as hard and firm as it could against his pants.
She raised her hands slowly as if stretching, and it was beautiful to behold. Her tits raised, standing out away from her body, then relaxed again as she did. She took her panties at the waist and slowly slid them down; I watched his eyes widen again as he got a view of pubic hair and then that beautiful cunt His cock throbbed and there was a wet spot on his pants. I smiled to myself, pleased and proud of myself. I couldn't have picked a better person to break down old Dave's inhibitions. I was more than ever convinced of it as I watched Arlene move slowly toward him, drop to her knees between his legs and slowly rub his hard cock as she looked up into his eyes. "If you've never seen a woman in the nude before," she said softly, "that must mean you've never fucked one. With a hunk of meat like this, honey, that's a damned shame!"
Dave pushed back against the chair and made his strange sound again, but that didn't bother Arlene. She reached down and carefully opened his fly, just as carefully pulled his hot engine out. She leaned over, and as I looked at the beautiful shape of her naked body from the rear she worked on his cock with her mouth. Not too much, but enough to have made contact She finally ran her mouth up and down it a couple of times and then raised her head. She looked into his face again, and I imagine that she smiled at him, then she got gracefully to her feet and held out her hands. "Come on, lover, get those clothes off and let me show you the joys of fucking!"
Dave hesitated, so she reached out took his hands and started pulling him up. I took that as a cue, got up and quickly turned the sofa into a bed. When I turned back Arlene had moved in on him; she had her arms around his neck, her big tits against his chest and her beautiful pussy grinding against his cock. She reached down between them, straightened his cock, and I could tell that she was riding in on him. She had shoved the big head between her tight-lipped mound, now she was slowly fucking, taking inch after inch. As much as I hated to miss the show, I decided that she had things under control and it would probably be better for Dave if they did it in private. "See you kiddies in a little while," I said, and left the room.
I had a hard-on that wouldn't quit For a minute I was tempted to go around to the other door, to see if Ted and Liz were at home and in the mood for a frolic, but then I remembered that I had promised to lay Arlene. With her doing as good a job as she was doing, I told myself, it wouldn't be fair to give her anything less than the best I could. I walked around the block, describing to myself what I thought was happening-hoping to time it right that way. "She's got him stripping now. He's pulled his tee-shirt off, taken off his shoes and socks. He's pulling his pants off. He's completely naked. He's still scared, so Arlene takes him by the hand and leads him to the bed. She looks down and opens her arms for him, spreading her legs at the same time. He slowly lowers himself to the bed..."
I remembered my first real piece. I say first "rea!" piece because I had already done a lot of diddling. I've had an excitable cock for as long as I can remember, and back in those days before it could do anything more than get hard and feel good when played with, I had given it a lot of activity. I'd played with it a lot myself, dunked it in just about every hairless little pussy in the neighborhood, and even used a couple of my friend's rear ends. I had let dogs lick it, "screwed" with a people between my legs, just about anything you can do to get a good feeling. My body had kept growing, it had kept growing; my balls dropped and got bigger, hair began to grow. One night when I was playing with myself it erupted, I felt the joys of my first climax. It was about a week later, at the age of twelve, that I got my first real action.
Our next-door neighbors had a sixteen year old daughter. She wasn't very pretty, and she would never have been used as a model, but she was a quiet, friendly girl and we had been friends for a long time. Finally reaching the age where I could climax, I wanted some live action, and I could think of nowhere else to go so I went to her. It was on an afternoon when she was home alone, and I didn't beat around the bush. I told her what I wanted, and she stuttered and stammered and then blushingly agreed, probably thinking it would be fun, probably thinking it would be easier losing her cherry to a smaller-cocked boy. If that was her idea she realized how wrong she was as soon as we got to the bedroom and after a bit of loving-up stripped. My cock was already as big as a sixteen or seventeen year CDs, and her eyes really went wide when she saw it. But she was game, "and after some more playing around she let me mount her. We were both a little awkward, but I finally got it in and fucked my way to a climax. After that there was no stopping me, except that I developed a taste for more. I wanted a girl with big tits, with a nice body; I wanted someone who would play and do all sorts of things.
I imagine that many an older girl was amused by having a thirteen year old approach her, but I soon found out that if I let them know I had an adequate hunk of meat to offer they could forgive the smallness of the rest of the body. At least I had no trouble getting tail, and then less and less trouble as my body grew and finally-except that it was a little larger than most guys, because it had grown, too-matched my cock.
I imagined that that was part of why I felt as I did now about the other kids. Sex had seemed so natural to me, so enjoyable, that it seemed just plain silly to let anything stand in the way of sexual enjoyment. like Dave Garland...and my thinking had taken me around in a circle. I equated quickly and decided that, especially it being his first time, Dave was probably at that very moment romping himself to a finish with his big cock caught between Arlene's tight pussy-lips. He was probably gasping out into her mouth as he dumped his first properly dumped load, and Arlene's skillful cunt would show him how terrific it could be. Oh, Lordie, the way she could use her muscles to suck a cock dry! I spun around and started back for the Nordhams' recreation room.
I had figured it and timed it pretty well As I opened the door I saw Dave's naked body, ass-end first He slowly pushed himself up, pulling his limp cock out of that hot hole, and fell over onto his back. He was breathing heavily, and Arlene's crotch was matted from sweat and cum. Her tits rose and fell with her own still-labored breathing. "Well," I said cheerfully, "it looks like Mission Successful!"
"Jesus, yes!" Arlene gasped out "Once that boy got to fucking he didn't need any lessons! He just naturally knows how to use that hunk of meat of his!"
I went to my knees on the bed between them, reached out and started rubbing her pussy. I took hold of Dave's limp cock. "Well, what about it, old buddy? Doesn't fucking beat jerking off?"
He was still breathing too heavily to answer. I let his cock drop, leaned over and kissed Arlene right on that beautiful cunt of hers. I sniffed at her, smelling the sweat and cum, then raised up. I reached out and took a big tit in each hand, massaged them gently but firmly, toyed with the nipples. "He didn't do such a good job that you're satisfied for the night did he?"
Arlene looked at me and smiled. She reached down and rubbed her own pussy. "He did a good job, baby! Oh, sweet Hannah, did he ever do a good job! I think I even got his balls a couple of times! But if you're hot to trot...."
I was hot to trot I stripped down, crawled up on her, did a little preliminary loving-up and then went at it in full seriousness. She was game; tired as she must have been, she matched me stroke for stroke until I finally let go of another load, shoving my cock it's full eight and a half inches up that hot, moist channel and bathing her insides with hot jizzum. It throbbed and my ass quivered as I made a series of sticky-fluided deposits, then I collapsed against her. I laid like that, limp cock still in her, until I felt half-way back to normal, then I rolled over onto the opposite side. "Well, Dave?" I asked. "What do you think about it now? Going back to using your hand?"
"Man, are you kidding!" he asked, almost totally recuperated. "It might take a little practice, but by God, I'm going to do it I'll keep trying until I get my own girl, and then...."
"And then?" I asked when he didn't finish.
"And then," he answered almost dreamily, Tm going to try to run you competition! Man, I'm throwing my hand away. It's either die real stuff or nothing!"
I laughed, thinking at the same time of the other pleasures he would experience with an attitude like that Anyone who could go for it so thoroughly would certainly be adding the nice little frills before long. The titty-fucking, the sixty-raining, things like that I stretched, and I felt real good. It was my second victory, I was batting a thousand! I rolled over and kissed Arene's big tit silently thanking her for her part in ft, then reached down and gave her luscious pussy a gentle squeeze of appreciation. "Why don't you two make a date for later in the week?" I asked, deciding to make it easier for him. "Hell, Arlene, you could teach him what mouths are for...."
Arlene reached for his cock, squeezed it gently. "I'm game. You only beat him by an inch at the most, ya know! How about it, Dave? Want to get together later in the week?"
"Jesus, would you? I mean, would you really?"
Arlene pushed herself up, got to her knees. She leaned over and kissed him on the cock, then raised up. "I'd love to, lover. The way you learn so quickly, it ought to be great!"
We dressed then, I put the sofa back into position, and the three of us left together. Dave and I walked Arlene home; in front of her house we took turns kissing her goodnight, which included a little last minute groping, then she went up the walk and we continued on our way.
"Jesus, Sammy, I don't know how to thank you!" Dave exclaimed. "Man, I was afraid I'd live to be a hundred and still not have the guts to get with a girl!"
"Just have happy fucking, buddy!" I answered. "That's the way to thank me, by having happy fucking!"
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that!" he cried Out "Man, I feel like a whole new person!"
I laughed, but it was a laugh of satisfaction. I knew that beautiful feeling of having fucked; I knew how great it could make you feel, so it must be all the greater for someone like him.
CHAPTER FOUR
In home-room the next morning I looked at Dave Garland's face and smilingly scratched his name off the list You had only to look into his eyes to know that a change had come over him; he was already a happier person. He looked a little tired, but that was to be expected. He had probably spent most of the night reliving Arlene's cock-hardening strip-tease and then the lusty romp on the mattress; he had probably spent the other part of the night cock-hardedly looking forward to the meeting they had scheduled for later in the week. Perhaps he had devoted at least a few minutes to thoughts of other sessions with other girls.
I looked around the room, and pleased with my success to that point I found myself deciding which of those who were left would present a real challenge. There were a couple of girls who, I was pretty sure, still had their cherries; there was one girl who, it was common knowledge, would suck cock but wouldn't let a boy pour it to her. Looking at her, I couldn't help but feel a sort of amusement; I had gone out with her myself, and let her swing on me to her heart's content-but if I were to go out with her now it would be with an entirely new approach. She might start out swinging on me, but she'd end up getting it poured to her the way it should be. She'd find out how a cock was supposed to feel in the right place! But that didn't present enough of a challenge, not this morning.
I looked back at Sue Williams, one of the girls who I was pretty sure was still cherry. I wasn't basing the assumption on the fact alone that she had refused to go out with me; she had refused dates with other guys, too. She was never at any of the school functions that took place at night, nor did she get involved in extracurricular activities that might keep her after school.
Sue was a dark-haired girl with a sweet face. She could have been pretty, but she did nothing to enhance what Nature had given her. She wore no make-up, her hair was combed straight down so that it looked almost stringy. The skirts she wore showed a nice ass, but her blouses loused up the upper regions; you could only guess what her tits might be like, and it wasn't anything to get a guy excited about. I don't mean that she didn't have good breastwork, I only mean that there was no way to tell whether she did or not. Whoever picked out her blouses seemed to do it with a determination to keep that a secret
like Dave Garland had been, Sue was a quiet girl who seldom smiled. like him, she stayed pretty much to herself. I nodded my head. "Yep," I told myself, "little Susie Williams is next on the list. She needs to get a good hunk of meat to show her that life is worth smiling about!"
Just to double-check, I asked a few of the guys during the morning. I had been right; they had tried to date Sue, but she had refused them. Even a couple of the "better-mannered" kids who weren't known for being particularly lusty had been turned down. Susie Williams, it seemed, didn't go out with boys! Not even with those who didn't present a threat to her virginity. She was, indeed, going to be a challenge; you can't get somebody hot enough to trot if you can't even get near them!
I smiled to myself, half-way pleased with the idea. My trouble-shooting and curing processes, it seemed, was going to involve detective work along with everything else. As I let the thought develop the sentence came of its own volition: "Sam Barton, Big Dick." I couldn't help myself; I let out a laugh that brought a frown from the teacher and quizzical looks from the rest of the class. It still seemed funny as hell to me! I liked the idea; I liked the sentence. "Sammy Barton, Big Dick!"
"Mr. Barton," the teacher said, "would you care to share your humor with the rest of the class?"
"No, ma'am," I answered. "It's a private joke."
"Then I suggest that you tell it to yourself in private rather than disrupting the class."
"Yes, ma'am" I answered, but I was still chuckling inside.
During the lunch hour Dave Garland came up to me. As he slid his tray on the table beside mine and sat down, he said, "Sam, that was really great last night but...."
"But what, old buddy? You know what that thing's for now, you know how to use it, what's your problem?"
"Well...Well, ya know," his face reddened a little, "she was right there. She did all the doing. I'm wondering now..."
I knew what he meant "Look, old buddy, there are plenty of girls in this school who like to fuck. Just get with one of them, play around a Utile, and you've got it made." But I realized that he had a point; it wasn't as simple as I had thought, I might get them involved in their fucking session, but they would have to develop the techniques for taking care of their own sex-life after that I looked around. Tell you what old buddy, I'm going to set you up with a date with Jenny Larson. She's got such hot pants that all you have to do is touch her and she drops mem. You wait here."
Before be could answer I pushed myself up and went over to where Jenny was sitting. I had a brief conversation with her, then went back. I wrote her address on a paper-napkin and gave it to Dave. "Pick her up at eight o'clock this evening, old buddy, take her out some place and pour it to her!"
"But.. . ! But...I"
"You can do it pal," I reassured him. "Just keep reminding yourself all day about how good it felt last night Just keep telling yourself that Jenny wants your cock as much as you want her pussy!"
"Jesus," he said, "you make it sound so simple!"
"It is, baby, once you get the hang of it! You're not a bad looking guy, you're well-hung. A little more action and you won't have any problems at all." I chuckled. "Y'know, girls do a lot of talking among themselves. Once it gets around that you're hung like you are and know how to use it you'll have them tracking you down instead of the other way around."
And that I knew from my own experience, was the truth!
I was leaving the cafeteria when someone yelled at me. It was Jerry, sitting by himself. "Hi, old buddy! What's up?"
His face reddened a little and he looked down. It seemed to take a little arguing, then he stammered, "Sam, you know...you know what you said yesterday? About...about doing it again, I mean?" I nodded. "Well...Well, my folks won't be home all Friday night, I wondered...I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.
"Just leave it to me, old buddy, HI fix things for you."
"Jesus, that'll be great Sam," the boy said gratefully.
I nodded and started away, making a mental note that I would have to work on Jerry to get rum to the point where he could line up his own poontang. Hell, with a whang like he had he shouldn't have any problems. Any girl seeing it could forget his deformities-and a lot of them would even get a kick out of the variety, out of them having to do the fucking and all because he couldn't
Just outside the cafeteria I saw Ellen Drew. She is a blond girl with an almost cherubic face. She's short, but her body is nicely formed; she has nice, pear-shaped tits, a narrow waist nicely rounded ass, and shapely legs. She could be a little bomb, but she's the one I mentioned who sucked cock but wouldn't let a boy pour it to her. Looking at her in that moment two thoughts crossed my mind. First if was going to take a little time on the "Sue Williams case." Second, it was a damned shame that all that really female stuff about Ellen was going to waste. It just didn't seem right for a girl with that kind of equipment to not use it-or let it be used. And it wasn't used; when she got on the love bed, or wherever it happened to be, she let the boy strip down if he wanted and she messed with other parts of his body, but she wouldn't take a stitch of her own clothes off. If you felt titty it was through blouse and bra; if you grab-assed it was through the material of her skirt
I decided to work on that while I was working on Sue Williams. I crossed over, drew her away from the girls she was talking to, and asked her for a date that night She looked down at my crotch, getting an eyeful because I had put my hands in my pockets and pulled the material taut I don't wear shorts, so the preview of coming attractions wasn't dimmed. She ran her tongue across her upper Up and raised her eyes. "Sure, Sammy," she answered.
"Good. I'll pick you up about seven-thirty, okay?" Turning away, I thought to myself that things might just be fitting into place even better than I had thought Ellen was a nice girl; once I got her broken in tonight maybe I could enlist her for Jerry for Friday night That could help her, too; she could get a little more used to cock at her own speed! I could imagine her, with that lush little body, lowering herself slowly onto his big whang, taking it inch by inch at the speed she wanted until she had gotten enough of it that the last resistance fell away and she went into action that would satisfy them both.
With just a few minutes of the lunch hour left, I went into the office. They have Senior students working behind the desk there. I picked out the prettiest oneone with a set of knockers that would knock your eyes out-and flirted with her a little, then I said, "Do me a favor, will you? Get me Sue Williams's address."
It was against the rules for them to give out addresses, but a couple of more of the right remarks did the trick and she got it for me. I showed my appreciation by backing away so that she could eye the old basket, then turned and left.
During afternoon classes I did my best to 'listen to the lectures, but my mind kept wandering. I couldn't help but feel pleased with the way things were working out with Jerry and Dave; I had to compliment myself on the way I was handling both. At the same time, thoughts of the reactions old Davie was going to get once he got with the hot-blooded Jenny kept seeping through. Visions of Jenny swinging on his big dong and then sliding up over him for a royal fucking flashed across my mind, and I remembered seeing his ass up in the air the night before as he had drawn his exhausted plunger out of Arlene's beautiful, cock-squeezing pussy. Then I looked ahead to the evening with Ellen Drew, smiling to myself at the thought of the surprise that she was in for. She had taken it for granted that I remembered and would settle for a blow-job. Little did she know! Then I moved on to Sue Williams, and in my thinking she was an ugly ducking who soon would become attractive because she had gotten a royal fucking. I liked the poetry of that and rephrased it, wrote it in my note-book:
Little Susie had been an ugly duckling, She became a swan after a royal fucking!
Nothing will turn an ugly duck into a chick
Faster than getting a nice, big dick! I looked across, studied her unsuspecting face, and smiled to myself. Little Susie, if you only knew.. .
I asked around and found a kid who lived on the same block as Sue Williams. He was a sixteen year old who was still a little green behind the ears, so I figured that he wouldn't have any idea about what I had in mind. He told me quite honestly that it was a poor neighborhood, most of the houses old and run down, a lot of the people the same way. He said that Sue lived with her mother, who was a widow. The mother worked as an aide or something in a hospital, and Sue kept the house up along with baby-sitting whenever she could. As far as the kid knew, neither Sue nor her mother ever had company.
It had all fit, and it gave me an idea, a possible way to go into action. Liz Nordham didn't know it, but she was going to hire little Susie Williams to do some housework for her! As a matter-of-fact, Ted Nordham, with a cock that was smaller than mine but that he was fully capable of using skillfully, might be a better candidate for taking her cherry than I would. That would repay them for the use of their recreation room and at the same time get Susie going on sex without scaring her off-or, I had to admit, without hurting her as I had inadvertently hurt a couple of other girls who had been too small. Once Ted got her broken in I could take my turn if I wanted, giving Susie a sampling of another, larger cock.
That may sound wise-ass, but I don't mean it that way. Maybe if I had trouble getting nookie I might not even have felt that way, but I didn't have such trouble so I could. I could do what would be best for my "patient," and that was important to me now in my assumed role of "trouble-shooter and curer," or, as Arlene had put it the night before, my "one-man crusade to get everybody free-fucking!"
What with my confrontations with Dave and Jerry and all of my own thinking, by the time last period rolled around I was a candidate for my own services! I was so damned horny that I knew I couldn't hold out until that evening and the date with Ellen-the-cock-sucker Drew. As a matter-of-fact, I knew that if I even tried to I might botch things up; I was so hot to trot that I would probably willingly have settled for a good Wow-job rather than slowly working up to what I had planned. That being the case, I decided to kill two buds with one stone. I headed for the Nordham's again, fired up for a session with Liz; once it was over I'd work out the details with her concerning Sue Williams.
I rang the bell. I rang it a second time, and then a third. "Come on, god-dammit, Liz," I silently coaxed, reaching down to try to rub some of the pussy-hunger out of my swollen cock. I rang again. Finally it sank in; Liz wasn't home. Hell, even if she'd found another salesman, she wouldn't have taken this long! Disappointed, I turned away; turning away, I started through my mental file of who might be available this time of day. Without pre-arrangements afternoon sessions were sometimes difficult, and I wasn't sure that there would be time to bring someone back here. Besides that, I wanted to get my rocks off, but I wanted to have a pretty good new build-up before I started in with Ellen. I wanted my old cock to be able to throb for her, exciting her more than it would have simply hard.
I had just reached the sidewalk when Ted Nordham came along and turned into the drive-way. "Hi," he called out as he got out of the car. "What's up?"
"Ah, I just came by to see Liz, but she isn't home."
"This is her hair-dresser day," he said, "but come on!"
I started to tell him that I had more important things to do, but something stopped me. At the time I thought mat it was just friendliness; I mean, when people have been good to you, you don't tell them to go fuck themselves when they invite you in. Anyway, I followed him into the house. He dumped his brief-case on the divan and turned around, looked down at my crotch. His eyes sparkled a little. "Liz'll be disappointed as hell when she finds out she missed you," he said. Then he winked at me. "I don't want it ever said that someone was disappointed by the Nordham's, however."
"What the hell do you mean by that?"
He laughed, then sobered. "Sammy, my boy, I thought that you were a man of the world!"
"Well, I am, but...."
He shook his head, stopping me, then be said, "Let's be modern about it, shall we, old boy? Now you and I both enjoy a good pussy, but when there doesn't happen to be any pussy around should we either go without or beat ourselves off? Hell, no," he answered himself, "we find pleasures together."
"You mean...?"
And that was exactly what he meant Randy and pussy-loving as we both were, we went into the bedroom and stripped down. He was as cock-hard as I was by that time, so much so that a little jewel of cum sparkled on the end of his cock. "We'll do something I learned in college," he said lightly, "and to tell you the truth, it'll be kind of fun doing it again after all these years!"
It surprised the hell out of me, but once we had laid down and done a little necking-necking without kissing, just the kind where you rub all parts of your bodies together-I found myself enjoying it I liked the feel of his body and didn't mind his hot cock banging against me, and I knew that he was enjoying man-handling my body. It wasn't queer, I told myself, it was just like he had said, modern. It was a hell of a lot better than going without or beating yourself off.
We had gone at it a little while and there were pecker-tracks all over each of us when he pushed himself up. He went into the bathroom, came back, a jar in his hand. He opened it, scooped out'a grease-like substance. Setting the jar on the bedside table, he leaned over and rubbed the greasy stuff all over the head of my cock. Man, the way he did it, he almost got a handful! Then he reached between his own legs, and I realized what was going to happen. He was greasing his own ass-hole. All of that done, he wiped his hands, then climbed back on the bed and straddled me. He reached down between us and got hold of my rod, rubbed it up and down the cleavage between his buttocks, then positioned the head at his puckery opening. "Let me do it," he said, "because I'm out of practice and it'll hurt a little at first."
I let him do it He lowered himself slowly onto my cock, raising up a little, lowering himself again. I felt it sliding in, and it was as hot and tight as pussyland in there. Finally he had it all. "Okay," he said, "now I'm going to raise up a little. You do your fucking, Sammy-boy, and beat me off while you're doing it"
I fucked him, slowly beating his meat at the same time. It felt good, and I started increasing the tempo. It began to feel better, and I found myself fucking him in the ass with full gusto and beating his meat for all I was worth. We both came at once, me shooting off into his hot ass-hole and him squirting jizm all over my belly and chest He let out strange sounds, then fell forward against me. It bent my cock, but that didn't make any difference because it was already going soft. "Jesus," he breathed heavily against my chest, "Jesus, that felt all right, didn't it?"
"Yeah," I admitted, "that felt pretty good!" Without my really realizing it, my arms had slid around his body and I was holding him against me. I stared up at the ceiling. "That felt real good," I said, "but you know what? I could never do it with a queer. It...well, it just seems all right with you."
He chuckled. "I know what you mean."
We got up and went in to take a shower together, and he and I did the same thing that Liz and I usually do. I mean, we soaped each other's bodies, including messing around with each other's prick and balls, and with him it seemed not only all right but even rather nice. It was...well, I guess it was a matter of sharing more after we had already shared a lot, a deepening of a friendship. I found myself liking him one hell of a lot. I guess I had all along, but that just strengthened it I left there feeling pretty good. It had been an odd experience, but I liked odd experiences. Above all, it had put me in shape so that I was ready for the evening that lay ahead.
CHAPTER FIVE
Being without a car has definite disadvantages, but my folks had said that if I wanted one I had to buy it myself and I hadn't saved enough yet Mumbling over that, and telling myself that I'd have to get busy and get one, I left the house that evening. I walked the eight or nine blocks to where Ellen Drew lived, went up on the porch and rang the bell. Ellen came to the door; she was all ready. As a matter-of-fact the way she slipped out of the door after answering it so quickly made me wonder if she might not be having parent problems and had to sneak out
I put my arm around her as we walked along, and little as she was, she was a nice armful. She didn't ask me where we were going; when a girl went out with me she knew what we were going to do, so she could just wait and see where we did it Of course, Ellen only thought she knew what we were going to do this evening, but I wasn't about to set her straight just yet I did start laying the ground-work. "Ellen, where'd you ever get this hang-up on cock-sucking? I mean, how come that's all you'll do?"
She answered seriously and without hesitation. "I guess it's because my mother harped for as long as I remember. I mean, she's just pounded it into my skull that you don't let a boy stick it in you. God, if I ever got pregnant she'd kill me! But I like boys, so...Well, I was about thirteen when I went on a date the first time and the boy started playing around. I guess a girl just can't help herself. I played around a little, too, and he got hard. It was awful exciting to me, feeling it like that, but when he wanted to put it in me I couldn't let him. I tried, but I just couldn't He got awful mad, he shoved my head down, and...well, I sucked him off. I...I sort of liked that, too, so..."
It was dark, but I could almost see her shrug her shoulders. Just like that, the gesture would have said; I found out I liked to suck cock, so I suck it! "You get any kicks that way?" I asked her. "I mean, do you shoot off?"
"No," she answered honestly. "I...I get sort of wet down there, but I don't...get the feeling some of...the other girls say they get when...."
"...they let a guy fuck them," I finished for her when she obviously wasn't going to. I squeezed her a little. "I guess ifs the same with girls as with boys, and let me tell you, it's one hell of a good feeling!"
We walked along in silence for a block or so, then I said, "How come you won't let a guy play with your tits, even, or feel you up some? That feels good, too, ya know?"
She shook her head. "I'd be afraid to."
"Whatta you mean, afraid to?"
"Well...Well, I guess I'm afraid that if I did that and it felt too good, then maybe I couldn't stop."
I smiled to myself. You got it, baby, I said silently, and that is exactly what is going to happen tonight! I moved my hand onto her ass a little, spreading the fingers over her firm butt I only wished that she weren't wearing a skirt, then I could have slid my fingers between her legs and gotten hold of that virgin pussy waiting there. A little playing with it, a little finger-fucking and she sure as hell wouldn't be able to stop!
I remember that she had a nineteen year old brother. He was short, too, but with a fairly well-proportioned body. He had graduated, but he was still living at home. "What about your brother?" I asked her. "Has your mother got him too scared to fuck, too?"
She was quiet for a couple of minutes, then she said, "Sam, can you keep a secret?"
"Sure, I can."
"Well...Well yes, she does. He told me...he told me that he's tried it a couple of times, but when he gets ready to send it into the girl he goes soft"
"Jesus! How the hell does he get his rocks off?"
"That's the secret. He...I...we...."
She couldn't finish the sentence, but then it dawned on me. "You mean you suck him off, too?"
"Yes," she answered honestly. "After all, he's got feelings, too, and if he can't let another girl make rum feel good, then what's wrong with my doing it for him?"
"Nothin', baby, nothin' at all," I answered quickly. "I'd just never heard of a girl sucking her own brother off, that's an. How's he hung?! :
There was something like a smile in her voice for the first time. "He may be sort of little everywhere else, but he doesn't have any problem there! We measured it one day. Just an eighth of an inch under seven inches, and nice and big around."
I whistled in admiration, at the same time imagining what a little guy like that would look like with that big a dong. It'd probably look all the bigger because the rest of him was small
We reached the Nordhams and I led her up the walk and around to the back, opened the door into the recreation room. Ellen looked around with interest, but she didn't say anything; I wondered if she was thinking about the time we had done it under the 'bushes in the park, or another time in the back-seat of a car when we had double-dated. This obviously was going to beat either of those places all to hell! I moved up behind her, slid my arms around her waist and pressed my quick-hardening cock against her buttocks. "This's gonna be a lot better than a few places we've done it, isn't it?"
"Yeah," she said, and started to pull away. I was going to resist, but then I decided that that would only scare her away. I let her go, then I made the sofa into a bed, stripped down and laid on it on my back. She looked down at me with frank interest and obvious pleasure; there was no doubting that she enjoyed seeing the male body and a big, hard cock with a heavy-hanging set of balls under it
I didn't give her a chance to go into action. Instead, I patted the bed up near my chest "Come sit down a few minutes, Ellen, will you?"
She was still eying my cock, but she moved as if walking in her sleep and sat down where I had patted it I reached out and took her hand into mine. "Look, sweetie, you're really missing out on a hell of a lot of fun by not fucking. A guy-likes to get swung on, but
"Please, Sam, let's don't talk about it Let's just....
"No," I kept her from pulling away. "I want to talk about it I'm not going to force you, but let me tell you how it could be. If you'd undress and lay down with me, we'd make mad love. We'd feel each other's body and you'll like it, honest to God you would. You'd love the feel of me playing with your pussy while I kiss your tits, of...."
"Sam, you know...you know I can't do that! I told you..
"Honey, let me finish. You'd not only like all that but I know from what other girls have said that there's nothing like the feeling of a hard cock being fucked into you. It...it fills you and makes you feel good, touches you clear inside and sets you afire. When you get going good, when you're fucking good, there's just nothing like it in the world!"
"Sam, I...."
She tried to pull away again, but I stopped her again by holding her hand. "Your mother has really fucked you up, but say she's right Say you should be worried about getting pregnant Well, you can fuck and forget that worry, too! You can either check out your menstrual cycle and find out when you won't get pregnant or, like we'd do tonight if you let me, the guy can pull his cock out just before he's ready to shoot"
"Sam, you know I don't want to even talk about it If you want me to do it to you, let me do it but. . . "
"Honey," I said gently, "let me just rub your tit a little, okay?" She swallowed, but she didn't say no. I reached up and rubbed her tit with the side of my finger; I found the nipple and played with it as best I could through her blouse and bra. It left a lot to be desired, but I could see that it was having some effect; she was beginning to breathe hard. "Now, just take it easy," I said soothingly, and moved my hand down to her leg. I rubbed it gently, up and down, then slid it down to the bottom of her skirt and started rubbing up under her skirt, loving the feel of her soft warm flesh and the thought of the tight, still-cherry cunt that was waiting just inches above.
She seemed like she had gone into a sort of trance, so I reached out for her and gently pulled her down so that she was lying along side me. I took her into my arms, pressing my hard cock against her, and rubbed her back, the small of her back, her buttocks. At the same time I moved my chest a little, hoping that it would agitate her tits. I reached for one of her hands and carried it to my cock; she wrapped her fingers around it but didn't move her hand. I reached down, then, and started rubbing her leg again. I moved my hand slowly upward, inching it up under her skirt; it went deeper, I had to push my fingers between the tightness of her legs, then I was fingering her pussy through her panties. "Oh, Sam," she said almost tearfully, "I shouldn't let you do this."
I kissed her cheek. "Honey, you don't have to let me fuck you. Just undress so we can have at least a little of this kind of fun, then you can swing on me and we'll call it a night!"
She swallowed. I fingered her pussy and squeezed a tit. "Is that...is that a promise?"
"Scout's honor. If you don't want to fuck, we won't fuck." I pushed a hand up under her blouse, loosened the bra, then slid my fingers around so that I could get under the bra and feel a nice, firm tit. "Ununmm," I mumbled, "I'd sure like to get at mat with my mouth! I'd sure like to kiss that sweet titty!"
A little more fingering, a little more squeezing, and I figured that I had thawed the ice-or put her into enough of a trance that I could get things going right At any rate, I started working slowly. First I got her skirt unzipped and pushed down so that I could get at her firm young pussy from a better angle. I massaged it gently through her panties, then slid my hand inside her panties, palmed it and then began fingering it. I was kissing her now, and I could feel the response in her kiss and in the heaving of her tits against my chest. I worked the panties down a little and got my hot cock pressed the full length of her cunt grinding it ever so gently against her. That much accomplished, I moved my hands up under her blouse again, went to work on her tits; I rolled her onto her back a little so I could get at them better, and in a matter of seconds had the nipples tweaked to nice, hard little miniature pricks. I kissed my way down her throat, then pushed myself up.
She laid there like a limp doll that had no will of its own, but that didn't make me feel the least bit bad. The ends would justify the means, I told myself; when she found out the joys of fucking, when she found out how her old lady had fouled her up, she would thank me for this night when I had broken her rules and taught her the truth. I slowly undressed her, thoroughly enjoying the beauty of her small but perfectly proportioned body as it came into view. When she was fully naked I moved up along side her again, took her into my arms;
I loved her up a little, then rolled her onto her back again. Pushing myself up and bending over, I mouthed first one tit and then the other, running my tongue in circles around the nipples. I kissed my way down her smooth belly, turning around so that she could get hold of my cock if she wanted. She didn't act like she did, not until I had given her cunt a good lapping and then started swirling my tongue into her. With that she strained up off the mattress, reaching for my cock at the same time, and as I stiffened my tongue and started driving it in and out she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and reached up to take my balls in her other hand. It wasn't what I had planned, but I decided that it was a damned good starting point; a good sixty-rune tonight, and she'd be ripe for fucking next time. I was again readjusting my method to suit the "patient"
When we got going good I rolled us over so that I was on my back. In that position, I thought she would get the real idea of how a good fuck could feel. I was right As she worked with her skillful mouth on my hard rod, she began moving her hips up and down so that she was fucking my tongue. There was no doubting that she was enjoying it, then she started sucking faster on me and riding my tongue faster, and as I gasped and felt the jizm spurting out of my swollen cock she let out little whimpers of pleasure and with her ass trembling let her juices spew over my tongue and down to my mouth. I had taken her cherry without any fanfare, and she had fucked herself to a body-shaking cum on my stiff tongue. She collapsed against me, my cock still in her mouth and my tongue still buried in her. We laid like that for several minutes, bodies heaving but gradually recuperating.
She pulled her mouth away from my cock and laid her cheek on it "God," she whispered, "if a boy's tongue can make you feel that good, I can well imagine what a cock would be like!"
I chuckled to myself, gave her inner pussy a couple of circular laps, and then pulled my mouth away and buried my face in her moist crotch. Action had spoken loud enough; I didn't need to even try to add words to it I made myself a bet that before the week was out I would be pouring the meat to her because she wanted to have it poured to her.
A couple of minutes later I rolled away from her, turned around and took her in my arms. We were both on our backs, and her buttocks was against my gone-limp cock; I had an arm under her tits. I rubbed my hand gently around her belly, then sent my fingers through her fleecy forest and as gently cupped her pussy in my hand. I kissed the lobe of her ear, the side of her soft cheek. She reached down between us and got hold of my cock, my balls lying out against her hand. A couple of moments later she squeezed my cock, then she shook her head. "What's the matter?" I whispered close to her ear.
"...I know I probably shouldn't do it but I can't help myself. Sam, what you said earlier...could you get hard again? Could you fuck me, only pull out before you shoot off?"
"Sure, baby, if that's what you really want"
"That's what I really want" she said, even though it sounded almost as if she were ready to cry.
Before she could change her mind I started loving her up again, playing with her tits while I fingered her pussy, and old Junior did himself proud. He started stretching out, hardening, being cooperative. When it was fully hard I straddled her, keeping my weight off her. I reached down, took hold of my cock and ran the pliant head up and down the full length of her pussy, kissing her with full tongue-use. She responded, both with the kissing and by moving her hips as if begging for what she felt there. I gave it a couple of more runs up and down that tight gully, then positioned the head and slowly began to fuck my way into her. She groaned into my mouth, but as inch after inch went into her tightness I knew that it was a groan of pleasure. I was convinced of it as her arms moved up and around me, her hips beginning to move in unison with mine, her perky tits with their hardened nipples scraping against my chest
I gave it to her slowly, but before long she was taking my full eight and a half inches willingly, rising up to get it each time I sent it down, pulling away as I did, rising up to meet it again. We started going a little faster, my balls flopping harder between her legs with each stroke, then we were going full-speed. Just as I felt my cock swell a little extra, the vein filling, she thrust herself up and let out a cry; she was really off, and it seemed to trigger me. I drove it home and let go of my second load for the night. "Oh, God!" she cried out. "Oh, God, how terrific that felt, how wonderful!'
She fell back against the mattress. As I sort of melted over her I couldn't help but think, "Well, there's success number three! Little Ellen will want her fucking from now on, sucking cock only for variety!"
She wrapped her legs around mine, holding me tight against her. "Oh," she said, "it even feels good now, going soft like that It feels so good, Sammy!"
I slid my hands up so that they brushed against the sides of her tits, planted a kiss on her full lips and then raised my head. I smiled down into her face. "What's the verdict, baby? Is fucking good, or is fucking good?"
"Oh, yes," she said, squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles, "it's good, good!"
We continued to lie there like that, me resting gently on top of her with my cock soft inside her and her arms around my neck. Finally she said, "You know, Sammy...Can I tell you something and you not think me awful?"
"Honey, I don't think anything is awful!"
"Well, then, I'll tell you the truth. For a couple of minutes I was thinking about asking you if you could get hard again, but you know what I'm going to do?"
"No, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going home and crawl into bed with George. I'm going to give him a chance to see how good it feels, too!"
I'll have to admit that for a moment the thought of a brother fucking his own sister sort of threw me, but then I suddenly realized how narrow-minded that was. Besides that, just as I had freed Ellen so that she could enjoy fucking, perhaps she could free George so that he could.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning in home-room period Ellen looked at me and smiled. A few minutes later a note was passed over to me. "George and I both thank you! We both think that what we did was better than what we've been doing!"
I chuckled with satisfaction, at the same time drawing up a picture of the long-donged little George screwing his sister with a pleasure that had long been denied him. Then I looked back across at her, at the side of her face, and I decided that she was, indeed, the one to line up for Jerry for Friday night All of my efforts would be at least half-way in vain if she merely settled for bedding down with her own brother!
I wrote a note back. "Need to talk to you between classes."
Ellen waited for me and we walked down the hall together. I told her the truth-how Jerry, because we had become friends enough that he could, had asked me to masturbate him because he had never been able to find out bow it felt to climax. Without naming her, I told her how I'd gotten a girl for him instead, and the fun the three of us had had. "So now that you know how it feels," I climaxed the story, "how about giving die guy a break? How about going to bed with him Friday night?"
She was hesitant for a moment, looking down, but then she raised her eyes and said, "You did me a big favor, Sammy, so I'll do it as a favor fox you."
I nodded my head. Good enough. She could think of it that way, but once she got riding Jerry's big, hard cock she would find out who was really getting the favor! But I had to be sure. "You got to promise me, Ellen You'll screw him, not blow him."
She laughed softly. "I'll screw him," she said, "but if ifs like you said, I just might do the other, too!"
It was my turn to laugh, then I continued on down the hall as she turned into the room where she had first period.
After three victories and still working on "the Sue Williams case," I wasn't looking around for another to handle just yet Besides that I knew that I had to keep my grades up enough that there wouldn't be any static. I decided to devote my entire attentions that day to school work, including not missing a word that any of the teachers said. Besides that, I had been pretty active in the sex department myself, and as much as I like it I find it a good idea to take a day off now and then.
It was a good idea, but it didn't work. As I started to leave first period class once it had ended a kid fell into step beside me. His name is Frank J or gens on; he's a kid with a medium-build, dark hair and eyes, a face that's almost too pretty for a boy. In a soft, almost timid voice, he said, "Sam, can I talk to you for a couple of minutes during the lunch hour?"
"What about?"
He swallowed and almost tripped over his own feet "Well...well, Dave told me...the thing is...." It seemed like he was never going to get it out so I said, "You've got a problem with your sex-life, is that it?"
He gulped and turned red. "Well...yeah!"
"Okay," I said, "I'll be in the cafeteria."
I went on down the hall, my good intentions shot to hell. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of a problem it was going to be. I didn't know Frank too well, but I knew that while he was no big hero most of the kids liked him. And I couldn't help but feel a little pleased that my reputation as a "trouble-shooter and healer" was growing, especially so quickly. Ifs one thing to be known as a master cocksman and still another to be known as someone who could work the kinks out of other people's sex-lives! Anyone can fuck, but it isn't everyone who can get a lot of other people, including some who couldn't before, fucking.
Dave was in my second period class. I wrote him a note and had it passed over. "How did things go last night?"
He looked up at me and smiled, then wrote bushy. A couple of minutes later the note was passed over to me. "Great! It was just tike you said, she was a hot number and once we got going I forgot all about being scared. The old hand-method is definitely gone forever!"
I chuckled again. Old Davie-boy had been a quick learner, and with Arlene and Jenny helping him he'd made good time. I had no doubts now but that he could handle it on his own from now on. As a matter-of-fact, he'd probably be trying to plug every hole in the school both to make up for lost time and to prove to himself that he could do it
I had just set my tray down and lowered myself to the bench in the cafeteria at noon when Frank Jorgenson showed up. He sat down beside me, just filling up space. He was apparently too nervous to eat. I glanced at him, noticed his dark good looks again. "Okay, buddy, what's your problem?"
"I...I don't know how to tell you," he almost whispered.
"You just tell me, that's all. Hell, man, there's nothing to be bashful about You said yourself you'd talked to Dave; he told you how easy it is to talk it out and then go into action."
He spoke, softly, brokenly. "Well...the truth is...when I'm alone, thinking about it...I don't have any trouble at all...getting a hard-on. But...when I get...with a girl, it just...won't get hard."
"You've tried it?"
"God, yes! I...I've rubbed it up and down...their pussies, I've...some of them have...sucked on it...I've rubbed their tits with it...and it just plain...won't get hard." He shook his head. "Man, I...I've even given up trying, but...but I still want to...do it"
"How about beating yourself off."
"What do you mean."
"Any trouble there?"
He blushed, looking down at the table. "No," he finally answered, "I don't have any trouble there."
"Have you just fooled around, or have you been completely naked and in bed with a girl?" I asked, stalling for time.
"Both. I mean, I've...well, been in cars and all that but I've...been, like you said, completely naked with a couple of 'em."
I nodded the way I figured that a doctor working out a diagnosis would. "Tell me honestly, Frank, how are you hung?"
He gulped again and drew invisible pictures on the table with a finger-nail. "Well...Tm...I guess you'd say 'average.' Figuring from the other guys I've seen in gym class...."
"How much you got hard?"
Another swallow, a half-whispered, "About six inches."
"You ever done it, or you always had this trouble."
"Well...I almost did it"
Oh-ho!, I thought, and added the role of psychiatrist to my growing list of roles. "When was that? Tell me about it, what happened."
"Well, I was...it was about three years ago, I was fourteen. I got together with a neighbor girl...it was one afternoon after school. We loved up a little, then...then she pulled her skirts up, I dropped my pants, and...we started in."
"You were going to town on her?" He shook his head; yes, he had been going to town on her. "No trouble? Your pecker was staying hard?" He nodded again; no trouble, he was giving her the works successfully. "Okay, what happened?"
Another gulp, a pained expression. "My mother showed up. She...she really went into a fit"
He didn't have to tell me more. I was only too fully aware of how adults react when they find a couple of kids enjoying themselves. It seems like they simply can't stand the idea of kids enjoying a good, healthy fucking. I could imagine his mother, her eyes boggling out as she watched him driving his cock in and out of that hot pussy, going into a rage. It seemed pretty obvious to me that the difference between Frank and a lot of other kids was that he took it seriously; he took her threats, the stupid ideas she would have tried to plant (screw too much and your cock will drop off; screwing leads to insanity if you do it before marrige, et cetera!) to heart instead of just being more careful after that
I ate in silence, mulling it over. How, I asked myself, could you help a kid who had been scared out of screwing get un-scared? How could I get the starch back in Frank Jorgenson's cock? I thought I found the answer; at least it was worth giving it a try. You showed him that there was nothing wrong with it, that it was great; you got him relaxed inside so that he could forget all that, getting so wound up in what was happening that he could screw himself blind.
I finished my lunch, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Look, Frank, meet me at the front door to the main building right after school, will you?"
"What...what are you going to do?"
I got up, picked up my tray, looked down at him. "We're going to start solving your problem this afternoon, old buddy!" I answered, and walked away before he could say anything more.
I went straight to the office, straight up to the attractive, big-titted Senior I had flirted with the day before. A little more of it and she let me use a telephone in a private office. I called Liz Nordham, told her briefly about Frank Jorgenson's problem, and asked her if she would be available for a go-round that afternoon. She laughingly said that she would be willing and waiting, then showed what a real swinger she was by adding, "By the way, I hear that you and Ted played games without me yesterday afternoon!"
"Yep!" I answered. "And you know what? It wasn't bad at all. As a matter-of-fact, it was sort of kickie!"
Heading for my next class, I ran into Jerry again. "Hey, old buddy," I put my hand on his arm, "I've got you all fixed up for Friday night You be in bed like you were last time, all ready to go, and Ellen Drew'll show up about eight o'clock."
"Jesus, Sam..." he started, but I didn't wait to hear his appreciation. I just chuckled to myself as I continued on, knowing that I'd given him enough to think about that he'd probably have a hard-on every minute until Friday night
During afternoon classes I found myself thinking about Frank and what was to come later that afternoon. I told myself that it might not work the first time, but we'd just keep working at it until it did. I had had almost instant successes up to this point but that was because the kids involved had been primed and just needed someone to get them turned on. Frank was proving to be even more challenging than Ellen had been-as a matter-of-fact as I reflected back on the previous night I realized that it had actually been relatively easy to get into Ellen's pants once I had set my mind to it. It had just taken my assuming the role of trouble-shooter to make me interested enough in wanting to get her enjoying the pleasures of fucking instead of simply swinging on what cock she got
That thought led me to thoughts of Ellen and her brother. She had obviously put word into action; she had obviously reached home the night before, sneaked into George's bedroom and led him to a royal fucking session (did he pull his cock out before he shot, or did she get excited and keep him as she had me?). I had to laugh to myself at the thought of them fucking their hearts out just a few feet from the woman who had-as Frank's mother had apparently done-scared them out of fucking. And I smiled as I thought about how George must feel this morning, having finally used his seven inches the way it was supposed to be used. "George and I both thank you!" Ellen had written. What a time they must have had!
Frank was waiting for me when I reached the doors to the main building that afternoon, a half-worried look on his face. I nodded at him and kept going, and he fell into step beside me. "Are we going to your place? he asked. The question told me that Dave Garland had given him a play-by-play description of the blossoming of his own sex-life.
"Nope," I answered seriously, "there's no need for that. We're going right into action, old buddy."
"What...what do you mean?"
Walking along, I gave him my theory. I told him that the way I saw it was that his mother had scared him so much that now every time he got a chance to fuck he just automatically went soft What he needed was to get around it, do some messing around, and find out that there was nothing wrong with it "So you just relax today, you hear me?" I concluded it. "Don't worry if you can't get a hard-on, just relax and enjoy as much of it as you can. If we can't get you hard today, we'll keep working on it"
"Who...who do you mean by 'we'?"
"A real swinger, old buddy. She's a little older, maybe thirty-one or so, but I figured that it would be better with someone like her, a real swinger, than some young chick. Besides that, you know the girls at school, I wouldn't want you feeling bad knowing that they knew you had this problem."
We had reached the Nordhams and started up the walk. Frank seemed like he was going to hold back, but then he swallowed and followed me up the walk. I rang the bell and Liz answered it almost immediately, and she was really being cooperative. She had fixed herself up and was beautiful standing in the doorway; she was wearing a house-coat that was like a second skin, showing every curve and mound, her beautiful tits. Any guy seeing her for the first time would have had to be sub-normal to not get at least the 'beginnings of a hard-on. "Hi, Liz! This is Frank," I said, walking past her Into the living-room (where, as was common, the drapes were drawn).
"Hello, Frank, come in," I heard her say, then the door closed. Liz put her hand on Frank's arm and half-led him the rest of the way into the room.
I couldn't see any sense in wasting time, so I started peeling as I said, "Well, let's get comfortable!" Liz laughed, but she didn't hold back. She unzipped her housecoat and stepped out of it I was stepping out of my own pants and watching Frank's face; his eyes widened as he saw all that delicious femininity, he gulped. Naked, I walked over and stood beside Liz, put my arm around her so that I could finger a tit from the other side. "Come on, Frank, don't be bashful."
He seemed frozen, so Liz pulled free of me. She walked up to him, slid her arms around his neck and pressed her pussy against his crotch. She ground her hips a little. "Don't be bashful, Frankie," she almost cooed. But he was, or at least inanimate, incapable of movement, so Liz went to work on him. She went to her knees and, practically forcing his movement, got his shoes and socks off him. She pulled his tee-shirt out from his pants, pulled it over his head. She unloosened his belt, opened his fly, and slid pants and shorts down. She had to go to her knees again to get him to step out of them, and while she was there she leaned forward and licked his cock, took it into her mouth. She threw his pants and shorts aside and then slid a hand up the inner-side of his legs, got hold of his balls and toyed with them a little. When she pulled away his cock was damp and half-hard. By that time, needless to say, I was sporting a full, hard eight and a half incher.
Liz took Frank's hand and literally pulled him to the floor. That was a cue for me; for the moment, at least, Liz was the one to handle things. I moved across and sat in a comfortable chair, legs spread out in front of me, cock in hand. I had no intention of beating it off, but I felt good playing with it as I watched so I did. Liz took Frank into her arms; their bodies were pressed together full-length, her tits against his chest, her pussy against his cock, and she rubbed her hands up and down his back. She pushed him over onto his back, raised up a little and looked down into his face for a moment She leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then let her own lips move down. They crossed his chest his stomach, went into his crotch. She took the half-hard cock into her mouth again and began giving it a thorough working over, turning so that her pussy was inches from Frank's mouth. She worked on it for several minutes, then raised her head. It was still only half-hard.
I decided to test another part of my theory-that watching other people in action might help him. I went to my knees, reached out for her, pulled her and went down with her at the same time. I took her luscious body into my arms and started kissing her as I rubbed my hands all over her body, ground my cock against her firm pussy. She responded, kissing back with ardor, throwing a leg over me so that her pussy spread a little. We went at that for a bit, then I pushed her shoulders back against the floor and straddled her. I leaned over and went to work on her tits with my mouth, running my tongue all around them, tickling the nipples to hardness with it. I kissed my way down to pussyland, gave her nice cunt several good laps and then began tonguing it I got my tongue inside, swirled it around then stiffened it and gave her a couple of good prods. Raising up, I glanced at Frank; he had pushed his upper body up and was watching us, and his cock stood at full stature. Smiling to myself, I positioned myself right took hold of my own cock and started rubbing it up and down her pussy. She loved it; she threw her arms back, making her tits stand prouder, and writhed with little groans of pleasure as I rubbed the big, pliant cock-head up and down her cleavage.
Good old Liz. She was thoroughly enjoying it, but she wasn't selfish and she hadn't forgotten why we were there. She let her hand almost sneak into Frank's crotch, her fingers curled around his hard cock. She stroked him slowly as I continued rubbing her pussy with my cock-head.
I argued with myself. Did I suggest that be take over, taking the chance that it might make him lose his hard-on, or did I keep going this way? I decided on the latter, thinking again that it might take more than one day, one session.
Almost as if she were reading my mind, Liz moved. She got her head into his crotch, her mouth over his cock, and it looked like things were going all right Jesus, I told myself, if he could keep it hard for a blow-job today, that would be a big step in itself. I decided to help with the action. Swinging my leg over her, I turned Liz's lower body until she was on her belly. I got hold of her hips and pulled her up a little, ran my cockhead up her legs and straight to pussyland. r reached under and got the head caught between those luscious lips, then started fucking my way in. She matched her mouth-strokes on his cock to my strokes as I sent it deeper and deeper into her, and I was pretty sure from the way she was having to move her head that Frank was still hard. I was convinced of it a few minutes later when, just as I lost control and drove my cock clear into her for a head-splitting eruption, he started gasping and grunting, grabbing onto her head and thrashing around.
I poured the last drops to her and then fell aside, rolling over on my back. Turning my head sideways, I could see that Frank's hands had relaxed on her head, a look of pure satisfaction was on his face as she sucked him dry. "Jesus," he whispered, "it wasn't fucking, but I finally stayed hard and came with a girl!"
I chuckled softly. "Tune in tomorrow for the next episode," I mimicked a soap-opera announcer. "Will Frank have to settle for another blow-job, or will he be able to do a little fucking?"
Liz giggled. She gave his cock a last kiss and pushed herself to a sitting position; spent as I was, I couldn't help but notice that she-her entire body-was beautiful no matter what position she was in. It made me think that a little more of the full treatment might be helpful for Frank, so I said, "Liz, why don't you and Frank go use your shower? I'll use the one in the guest room."
"Good idea," she said, and pushed herself to her feet She stood in front of him in all her loveliness, tits hanging nicely, pussy just inches from his face, and held out her hands for him. He took them and she helped him get to his feet then led him into her bedroom. Knowing the additional pleasures he was going to enjoy (hell, maybe he'd even get another hard-on in the shower, now that he'd found out he could!), I headed for the guest room.
When we were dressed I decided that my job was done, but I wanted to be sure that forward progress continued. "You guys have a dale for tomorrow afternoon, okay?"
Liz reached out and squeezed Frank's cock through his pants. "Love it" she answered. "How about you, Frank?"
Frank swallowed, but he nodded. Yes, he'd be back, and maybe tomorrow...
CHAPTER SEVEN
My old lady can be sarcastic as bell when she wants to be. She came to my bedroom door, opened it without knocking, and looked down at where I was sprawled on the bed catching up on some homework. "Well," she said, "to what do we owe the honor of your presence in the house tonight?"
I looked up at her. There wasn't much to see; she's just a typical house-wife, a woman who could have been attractive if she took a little effort but ended up being sort of drab. I was pretty well convinced that she was the type who lived in the past, who believed that sex was something that she had to tolerate and the only type allowable was for the old man to mount her and use her pussy for what he might as well have used his hand for. I almost answered, "I'm all fucked out, that's why I'm staying home. Got to give my poor cock a rest." I could imagine her having a stroke right on the spot; news of my cocksmanship hadn't gotten back to her! I didn't. I just kept still.
"I got a call from the school this afternoon," she went on, disapproval written all over her face. "Your counselor informed me that you are doing disappointing work in all of your classes. The teachers don't think you're even trying. Your father and I..
I didn't listen to the rest, because it was like a re-play. She and the old man had put their heads together and they were going to lower the boom. I was not going to be allowed to leave the house on week-nights, and if my, grades didn't improve they would even cut out week-end activities. I let her talk. They had tried it before, but the only result was that it made it a little more difficult for me; I'd have to pretend to be going to bed early and then sneak out the window. After a week or so they'd forget about it and I could get back to normal activities.
She finally finished her tirade and left, and instead of helping matters she had interfered with them. I had been studying, but she had broken my trend of thought I let the book drop, rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. "What would you think, old lady, if you knew...? " I went back over all that had happened that week. I remembered how it had started with poor, crippled Jerry asking me to beat his meat for him, how that had made me realize how many kids there were who weren't getting full pleasure out of life. I thought about Dave Garland and how scared he had been as the luscious Arlene stripped down and started after him, but how now he was able to go at the mattress frolics with gusto. I remembered Frank Jorgenson, and wondered if he was home now beating himself off as he remembered what had happened that afternoon and thought about what might happen the next afternoon. I thought about Ellen Drew.
And without thinking about it I had a handful of hot bard cock, grasping it through my pants. The feeling of it penetrated, I became aware of it. I looked down at it "Jesus," I said to it "don't you ever get tired?"
It throbbed a little in the way of a response.
I rolled over onto my belly, but I knew that wasn't going to do any good. I had thought myself right into a lather, and there was only one thing that would get me out of it.
I pushed myself to my feet, got some extra pillows and a couple of blankets from the closet and stuffed them under the covers, forming them to look as much as possible like my own shape. That done, I turned out the light, tip-toed across the room and slowly eased the window open. Once outside, I eased it shut, then turned and started off into the night.
I started thinking about where I might go, then suddenly I decided that I was getting a little tired of not only getting the same stuff over and over but of having it so available. Hell, I told myself, there was no real challenge mere, no real thrill. It was just good, load-dumping sex. Tonight I wanted something new, something exciting. I took off toward the heart of the city, a randy seventeen year old with a hot cock looking for some unsuspecting damsel to use it on!
It's about three miles from our neighborhood to the heart of town and I was broke. I did the next best thing, which was what I had to do as often as not, anyway; I stood at the bus-stop on the corner, under the street-lamp and thumbed. About a dozen cars went by then one finally pulled over. "Hi!" I said cheerfully as I got in, glancing over at the driver. He was a young fellow, maybe twenty-four or five, and not bad looking.
"Hi yourself. Where you headed?"
"Into town."
"That's sort of vague. What part of town?"
"Wherever you're going will be fine," I answered. "I can go from there."
He pulled back into traffic, then glanced over at me. "An answer like that, I'd say that you're going poon-tang hunting."
I rubbed my cock and laughed softly. "Yup!"
He shook his head and said almost sadly, "Oh, to be young again...and free!" A moment later, "Just to be free would be enough!"
He didn't have to say more. It was all there. But he did, anyway, I guess because he wanted to get it off his chest He told me how, at seventeen, he had gotten his first piece of ass, knocked the girl up and had to marry her. His first piece had been his last numerically speaking, and his wife was a shrew who really kept tabs on him. She never let him forget that he had knocked her up, she put out begrudgingly, and she made damn sure that he didn't get any on the side. "Christ"' he said, "the only outside fun I get is something I'd rather do without, but it's better than nothing. There's a fairy where I work who goes for me; he swings on my rod any time I let him. Ain't that a hell of a way to live?"
"Man, yes!" I answered emphatically and sincerely. It was almost depressing.
"I'd like to change places with you," he said almost as if talking to himself. "I'd like to send you home to her and me go out looking for poontang! God, would I ever go to town if I got with another broad!"
He sounded so hard-up and sad that I found myself saying, "Y'know, if we could I'd do that I mean, if we could change bodies for the night I'd trade with you. Hell, I got enough, I'd be glad to let you go out and have some fun."
He laughed a mirthless laugh, then reached out and squeezed my leg. "Thanks, buddyl I guess it's at least nice to know somebody feels for you and would be decent"
We rode for a couple of blocks in silence, then I found myself asking, "What kind of a woman is your wife? I mean, how does she look?"
"Oh," he said, "she's a damned fine looking woman. Hell, that's why I was so hot to get in her pants to start with. She's built like a brick shit-house, she's just cold as an ice-berg."
I nodded, but I guess old "Trouble-shooter" Barton-that part of me-was at work without my knowing it I was all of a sudden saying to him, "Ya know, I don't want to sound like I'm braggin', but I've never had a woman turn me down yet And there's this young couple in my neighborhood, the three of us get together every once in awhile for fun and games. Maybe if you took me home and we started messing around...."
"Hah!" he said in the way of an answer.
I thought about what Ted and I had done the afternoon before, and about the fairy this guy had who swung on his rod at work. "Lemme ask you something," I said. "If she saw you and I naked-you with whatever you've got me with my eight and a half inches-and you told her that it was either fun and games with the three of us or you and I were going to have some fun, what d'ya think she'd do?"
"She'd crap," he answered quickly, "and raise so much hell that somebody would probably call the cops."
That seemed to take care of that, but a moment or two later he glanced over and said, "You really got eight and a half inches."
"Yup."
I've only got five or six. I wonder...?"
The whole thing was beginning to excite the hell out of me. I mean, this sounded like a real challenge, and at the same time it could do this guy-who seemed to be an all right kind of guy-a lot of good. My old cock stretched out hot and hard along my leg, swelled up with interest and eagerness. It seemed to be straining for the chance to get at that cold pussy to see if it couldn't warm it up! "Hell," I said, "it'd be worth a try, wouldn't it?"
He was quiet for another block or so, teasing his lips with the fingers of one hand as he drove along. Finally, he said, "Yes, it would be worth a try. Dammit to hell, anything would be worth a try, I'm sick of living like this! But we'll have to go slow...."
That decision reached, we introduced ourselves. His name was Tom Fletcher, and he was twenty-three years old-which meant that he had had six years of the kind of life he had described. "I think we better do it this way," he said. "FU teU Marie that you were hitchhiking and I gave you a ride. I felt sorry for you and decided to take you home for something to eat and the chance to take a shower. Shell go silent, act sullen, but don't let that bother you. The only thing is, how are we going to get you where she can see you naked?"
"I can be pretty dumb when I want to be," I told him. "You get me in the bedroom or bathroom first, then make a sandwich or something. Yell at me, and I just sort of stroll out You can say something about it, and I'll apologize, telling you-which isn't really a lie-that I just don't like clothes and forget about them whenever I can."
He shook his head. "Jesus, I've got the feeling I'm playing with a stick of dynamite, but you've got me to the point where I don't give a fuck! If she blows up maybe it'll be for the better."
We reached an apartment house and he drove into a stall. I got out and followed him through an entry-way, down an outside corridor to a door that opened out onto a patio. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, and I went through. Marie, his wife, was sitting in a chair, her legs pulled up under her and a book on her lap. He had been right; she was a blonde beauty. She looked up, then her mouth opened into a sort of silent gasp.
"Just relax, honey," Tom said before she could say anything. He gave his spiel, and whether she liked it or not, she accepted it I had the feeling that she didn't that she was thinking ahead to the tongue-lashing she would give him once I was gone. Tom probably had the same idea, but he didn't let it bother him. "Come on, Sam, I'll show you where the shower and towels are."
He led me through the bedroom and into the bathroom, got a couple of towels out winked and left I stripped down, doing it slowly; naked, I looked at my own face in the mirror just to kill time. I tried to see it as Marie would, and even if it sounds egotistical, it seemed to me that she shouldn't feel bad. J wasn't the handsomest guy in the world, but I had a pleasant enough face, and beneath it the body that I had taken care to keep in good shape. My cock had softened, but even in its soft state it hung heavy, draped over my equally heavy-hanging balls.
"Hey," I heard Tom yell out, "if you haven't started showering yet, maybe you ought to come have your sandwich first"
"Okay," I yelled back, "I'll be right in." I crossed my fingers; in something like a prayer, I hoped for things to go right for his sake. I walked back through the bedroom and into the living room. Marie looked up again. Her eyes widened, a hand flew to her throat and she gasped audibly.
"Hey, man," Tom half-chuckled, "what're you doing?"
"Whatta you mean? I thought you said...."
"No, I mean what are you doing running around naked that way?"
"Oh. Well, I...I just never worry about clothes, y'know? I mean...well, I didn't think about it I always figure people are phonies if they make a big fuss about clothes."
"Well, it's too late now," Tom said. "You've showed yourself off and if being naked is your thing, there's no point in our making a fuss. Here's your sandwich."
He had set it on the food-bar. I moved up to the bar, giving Marie a full view of my backside. I picked up half the sandwich, turned around a little-enough so that she was getting as much of a view of the front as she might want. She seemed to Want to look away, but her eyes were directly on my cock. Tom turned back to the kitchen area to mix himself a drink, and I watched her as I felt my cock starting to move slowly down my leg, growing longer and swelling. Her eyes widened and she ran her tongue over her upper lip; she seemed to want to say something hot was completely incapable of it Her hand was still at her throat.
His drink mixed, Tom walked around the bar, moved to a chair and lowered himself into it "Jesus! he spit out "Jesus, no wonder you tike to go naked. That's a real hunk of meat you've god"
"Thomas..." Marie said sort of faintly. "Thomas, you...you shouldn't allow...."
"Ah, relax, honey. Hell, you know what a guy's cock looks like, and if Sam's comfortable, why worry about it?"
"But...but..
"Gee, Mrs. Fletcher," I said as innocently as I could, Tm sorry if I upset you getting a hard-on, but you're so pretty I couldn't help it"
"Vknow," Tom said, "I'd never thought about it before, but I think Sam might have a point!" He pushed himself to his feet "Just for die hell of it, I'm going to see what it feels like to run around naked."
Marie gasped again and made strange noises, but Tom didn't let it bother him. He stripped down, showing a good build, and he was already sporting a hard-on. He stretched, letting die muscles ripple. "Man, you're right! Man, tins feels all right!" He flopped down in his 'chair, picked up his drink. "Yessiree, all this freedom feels good! Why don't yon try it honey?"
"You're out of your mind!" she finally managed to form words. "The two of you...my God, this is . . awful!"
Tom shook his head. "Ya know, I hadn't thought about that either, but it seems to me that a normal woman would get a bang out of seeing a couple of naked males, especially one with a rod like old Sam has! And look at those balls, would you."
"Thomas Fletcher...!"
"Ah, for Chrissake, Marie, relax, will you?" he said, his voice suddenly filled with irritation. "If you want to be a cold potato be one, but don't bitch about other people. If you don't want to see our hard cocks, close your god-damned eyes!"
A moment later he said to me, "Sam, you ever been in a situation tike this before? I mean, you ever been with a man and a woman, naked like this?"
"Well...Well, yeah, I have."
"And what happened? Did she carry on like Marie is?"
"Oh, hell, no! She stripped right down, and the three of us really had some fun."
"What kind of fun?"
"Well, you know. The three of us made love together, then we...we finished it off."
"That sounds interesting," he said, sliding a hand down to grasp his own cock. "How'd you go about that, three of you?"
"Well, we did a lot of different things, but when it got down to the real end of it, she sucked on her husband's cock while I fucked her. Doggie-fashion, yknow."
"Thomas...Thomas Fletcher, you've got...you've got to stop all this. You've got to stop this kind of talk!"
Tom looked at her, his face almost expressionless, then he slowly started beating his meat and saying, "It sounds real interesting to me, it's got me hot as hell, but as long as you won't play games, I guess I don't have any choice but to do what I'm doing."
She made a sort of gurgling noise in her throat I don't know if he got some kind of message out of it or what, but Tom suddenly let loose of himself and moved quickly. He went to his knees in front of her and began rubbing her legs on the insides, moving his hands up farther and farther. He slid them down again, started them back up, and this time he got them under her dress. She strained back, but she seemed helpless. I watched him as he fingered her, as she slowly began to relax with her eyes closed, almost as if she had fainted. "Feel that, honey?" he half-whispered. "Feel how good that feels? Just think how good it would feel if the three of us..."
"No. No, please," she answered in a whisper, but it wasn't very convincing. It was the kind I had heard before that meant, "I have to say no, but please keep going. When it's over, after I've enjoyed it, I can blame you!"
I moved across and sat on the arm of her chair. I reached for one of her hands and pulled it up, laid it over my cock. She took in a sharp breath of air, but she didn't move her hand; she let it he there on my hot meat for a few seconds, then the fingers began to move. She ran her hand the full length of it, circled her fingers around it. "Oh, God...." she groaned.
Tom looked up at me and winked. We're on our way, old buddy, his gesture said. And be was right. It took another ten minutes or so, but finally, the two of us undressing her, the three of us were lying on their bed. Tom went North, kissing her on the mouth while he played with her beautiful, pear-shaped tits. I went
South, spreading her legs so that I could get between them and bend over to start using my mouth on her sweet cunt. I lapped it, licked all around it, then started my tongue through those tight gates. Getting the tip in, I sent it around in circles and she groaned; I sent a little more in, widening the circles, getting the taste and feel of those nice inner lips that were already growing moist She groaned a little more, wriggled her hips, so I stiffened it and went deep; I sloshed it around like that for a few moments, then began moving my head up and down.
There was movement above, but I didn't stop my action to find out what it was. I just kept tongue-fucking her and figured out what was happening. Marie, the cold potato, had turned hot; having a man kissing her as he played with her tits while another tongued her lovely cunt had broken down all her resistance. She was busy as hell now sucking on her husband's cock. Convinced of that I pulled my mouth away, straddled her, grasped my cock and ran it up and down her cleavage. She wanted it. She wanted it bad; she strained up off the bed, her pussy begging for it I couldn't refuse her, of course. Turning her over, I pulled her up a little, shoved my whang up between her legs. It made no difference that I had done the same thing to Liz that afternoon; this was a new pussy, a new feel, and my own feelings were all the higher because we had to break down such barriers. As I pushed my cockhead through her tight opening it felt as good as anything I'd felt in some time; it felt perhaps even better because she groaned again, still sucking on Tom's cock, as I started sending inch after inch into her. I was finally banging my belly against her buttocks with each stroke, increasing the speed of the strokes, and she was working faster on Tom's turgid whang. We were in perfect harmony, and we worked our way up to a beautiful, gasping, thrashing, three-way climax.
Marie regained her equilibrium first. She pushed herself up and without saying a word Went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Tom chuckled. "She's going to be .upset for awhile, but once she starts remembering..." He reached over, took hold of my limp cock and squeezed it "I think you did the trick for me, pal. I think you unfroze my ice-berg wife!"
We got up and went into the living room. Tom sprawled in his chair to finish his drink, I sprawled on the sofa across from him. "Honest to God, Sam, I think this is going to do the trick. Jesus, the way she went after my cock when she's always refused to touch it...the way she let you fuck her...I" He shook his head in something like disbelief.
Marie went from the bathroom straight to bed. Tom got my clothes for me and I dressed, then he drove me home. I had him stop at the corner. "Jesus, Sam, I don't know how to thank you...."
"Just have happy fucking, buddy," I told rum, as I had told the others. "Just have happy fucking!" I got out waved, and started down the block-it had been a thoroughly satisfying evening, after all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It had been a busy week. It had been late when I got home from the frolic at the Fletchers. I woke up in the morning feeling more tired than when I had gone to bed. I decided to use a gimmick that I had learned from a friend who had learned it while he was a patient in a Naval hospital. I sneaked into the bathroom, got a couple of pieces of soap and stuck them under my arms. I went back to bed. When the old lady came in, ready to read the riot act, I told her that I was feeling lousy. She did the predictable, the thing she always did at such a time; she went for the thermometer. It didn't bother me. The soap under your arms raises your temperature. Mine was up enough that she calmed down, soothed me a little, and then left me to sleep.
I guess that I slept hard for another couple of hours, then I went into a world of dreams. It started out with Tom Fletcher sitting in the class-room. He was stark naked. He had a hard-on and it looked like he was playing with himself, but it turned out that he was using his prick for a pen. He wrote a note and had it passed over to me. "My wife is an ice-berg," I read, "will you help me melt her?"
There was no transition. We didn't leave the classroom and walk or drive to their apartment, we were just suddenly there and he had been right Marie
Fletcher sat in the chair she had been sitting in the night before. She, too, was stark naked. I looked down at her beautiful tits with the little rosettes on the tips, at the mounded forest between her legs. It was all very beautiful, perhaps even more so because she was, as he had said, an ice-berg. Her body was almost the color of crystal except for the lovely pinkish nipples and the dark hair over her well-mounded pussy.
When I tried to pick her up she was cold and slippery. I had one hell of a time, but I finally got her into the bedroom and lying on the bed. I straddled her. I began working on her lovely tits, massaging them, playing with the nipples, and they felt so good that my cock started hardening. Now as I fondled those juicy titties I rubbed my cockhead up and down her cold pussy. It began to warm up, to soften, and the tight lips seemed to open for me; my cock slid into her, the head first and then inch by inch as I stroked with my hips and kept my hands going on her titties. Slow and easy, slow and easy I gave it to her, sinking it to the balls and then pulling it out, sinking it again, and then I heard Tom come into the room. He stood beside the bed, his cock standing up hard toward his belly, but when I looked up at him it was Frank Jorgenson standing there. "Ah," he said, lust in his voice, enthusiasm, "you're doing it. Look, Sammy, you're doing it! She's moving her lips. She wants to suck my cock while you're fucking her!"
She opened her eyes, looked up and smiled. "Oh, yes, I want to, but you can stay hard. Fuck me like Sam is, Frankie."
I rolled over, pulling my cock out of her, and they disappeared. A couple of seconds later I felt a warm hand on my belly. It moved around in slow circles, the circles widening, then the fingers pushed through the hair and I felt them wrapping around my hard prong. They stroked it gently for a couple of times, then the hand slid down and the fingers groped around until they found my balls. They held them a moment, that let loose and went back up my hard shaft. I opened my eyes. That had been no dream. Jenny Larson was sitting on the edge of the bed, her big tits straining against the material of her blouse, a smile on her lips. I blinked. "What...what are you doing here?"
"When you weren't at school today I pretended I had a headache," she said honestly. "I left and came over."
I looked around hurriedly. "Where's my old lady?"
"She was just leaving when I got here. Said she was going to go play cards or something and it would be okay for me to wait 'till you woke up." She looked down at the hard cock she was still holding in her hand. "You weren't really sick," she said, a mere statement of fact
"Naw, I was just pooped, that's all. What time is it?"
She gave my cock a couple of loving strokes. "Ifs a little after one o'clock."
I didn't feel up to fucking, but I put my hand on her knee, then slowly rubbed it up under her skirts. Her skin was warm and nice, and she spread her legs for me. I got it up to where I could wiggle a finger under her panties and toy with her pussy.
"How'd you like Dave the other night?" I asked her.
She giggled. "It was kind of fun getting with a boy with that nice a cock who doesn't really know how to use it yet! He caught on fast though, boy, did he!" She let her hand move from my cock up over my belly, across my chest and back down to grasp it again. "He doesn't have as nice a body as you, either, he's a little skinny, but that was all right" She looked straight into my eyes. "Shall I take my clothes off, Sammy?"
"Naw, you better not You can't trust my old lady. She might just decide to come back."
"Well...well, can I at least go down on you?"
I teased her pussy with my finger. "Let me think about it a minute, okay? Hell, I'm still half asleep." I studied her pretty face, her blond hair, and the knockers that obviously hated being trapped as they were. "Jenny, what was your first fucking?"
She shrugged her shoulders. "It's been so long ago I almost don't remember. Even when I was a little girl all the little boys in the neighborhood were sticking their peckers in me." She stroked my cock again, pulling her fingers up along the shaft and sort of palming the head, sliding them back down. It felt good, so I fingered her pussy a little more to return the favor. "The first one I really remember," she said seriously, "was an older guy. I was about fourteen, I guess, and he was twenty-one or so. He'd come to spend the night with my brother, but he came into my room during the night Jesus, what a cock he had!"
"Bigger than mine?"
She giggled. "No, but it seemed tike it then! It came to...oh, maybe..." she measured off, rubbing my cock with her finger and letting it stop just a bit below the head, "maybe to here."
I nodded, then I pulled my hand out from under her skirts. "I've got to take a leak," I said, and rolled away from her. I pushed myself up, stretched, then headed for the bathroom. I relieved myself, brushed my teeth and washed my face, combed my hair. I went back to the bedroom door. "Come on along, Jenny, Fm going to get some breakfast."
She followed me into the kitchen and sat at the table with me while I ate a bowl of cold cereal. "Sammy," she said almost dreamily, "you ever think about getting married?"
"Naw. Hell, I'm not getting married for...."
"It'd be real nice. Say you and I were married, well, I'd be naked now, too, and when you got finished eating we could go back in the bedroom...." I laughed. "Jenny, the way you like fun and games, you really think you could ever be satisfied with one guy?"
"If that one guy was you, I could. Even now, if you'd do it I wouldn't go out with any other guy. I mean, if you'd let it be just you and me."
I shook my head. "Naw, be sensible. Baby, you know we both like our fucking too much to limit it to one person." It went so quiet that I looked up, and it surprised the hell out of me to see that Jenny had tears in her eyes. She was actually serious! For some reason I thought of the number of times we bumped into each other in the hallway at school, she asked for it and I met her in the John so that she could blow me. For Chrissake, I told myself, she hadn't just wanted to swing on a big cock, she actually thought she loved me! It was a bad scene. It made me feel uncomfortable as hell. I wanted to get away from it "Lemme tell you what happened last night" I said as conversationally as I could, as casually, and I told her about the Fletchers.
She listened, but it didn't seem to impress her. When I was through, emptying the howl of cereal at the same time, she looked up and said almost tremulously, "Are we going back into your bedroom now, Sammy?"
I was clear soft now. I got up, crossed over and rinsed out the bowl-knowing that she was studying my backside. I turned slowly, leaned against the drain-board. "Jesus, Jenny!"
Her eyes on my prick, she swallowed. "Jesus, what?"
"You're going to ruin things, you know that? I mean, we have our fun and games now, but if you go getting serious like this, I'm going to be afraid to fuck you at all."
She looked up, the tears still in her eyes. "I wish...I wish you couldn't get hard...with any other girl."
I almost laughed, but I realized that it wasn't funny. And I realized that I had a little troubleshooting to do for myself. I had to somehow figure out how to get Jenny off the hang-up of thinking that she was hung up on me. I shook my head; it would have been easy if she was playing the "devoted" role-you know, the girl who won't give herself to any boy but the one she's got the hots for-but with her having an active sex-life, breaking her feelings down by getting her screwing other guys was eliminated. I didn't want to hurt her, either. "Look, Jenny," I started, but there were no thoughts, no words to follow it I shook my head. "I'm going to get dressed, then well go for a walk, okay?"
"Can't I...can't I do it to you first?"
I shook my head, then pushed myself up and headed for the bedroom. I dressed, and when I went back Jenny was gone.
I went over to Liz Nordham's. She opened the door and her face broke into its usual smile at seeing me, but she's a sensitive person despite her free-swinging. She knew immediately that I wasn't there for fun and games.
We sat at the kitchen table and drank coffee. I told her my problem, wordlessly admitting that while I was helping other people with their problems I couldn't handle my own. When I was through she shook her head. "I don't know, Sam My first impulse is to advise you to just stay away from Jenny, but I'm afraid that if you did that-if you took as much of you as she has away from her-she might get emotional and do something foolish. I think...I think that maybe you ought to just play it by ear. Go along as you have, just don't get in a position where she can start talking seriously."
That made sense. I decided to give it a try. That settled, I told her what had happened the night before. Her eyes brightened and she listened with interest. When I'd finished the story her eyes twinkled and she said, "You ought to introduce Ted and I to your new friends. Maybe we could really get things rolling!"
"Hey! That's not a bad idea," I exclaimed, and the more I thought about it, the more it appealed to me. I could see the four of them having a real session of fun and games, and Marie Fletcher sure as hell couldn't possibly come out of that without a new approach to life! "I'll get hold of Tom, try to set it up," I said. Then I added, with my own humor-but serious about it.
"Of course, there'll be one qualification."
"What's that?" Liz asked.
"That I get to watch!"
She laughed. "I'd go along with that, baby, but with that hyper-active cock of yours I'd bet it turned into a five-way before you could blink an eye!"
The door-bell rang and we both looked up. I looked at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. "Frank," I said, because enough time had passed that school had ended and he had had time to get there.
Liz nodded. "Probably. You going to join in?"
"Naw, I'm taking a day of rest, but I think I'll stay and watch the action."
"Ah, fucker become voyeur," she laughed, pushing herself to her feet. She moved gracefully into the entry-hall and opened the door. "Hello, Frank," I heard her say, "come in."
Frank was nervous as hell. You could see that it had taken some real arguing for him to even get himself there, but he had made it. "How you doin', old buddy?" I asked conversationally.
He swallowed. "Okay, I guess."
Liz came up behind him. She slid her arms around his waist and pressed herself against his backside. Her hand slid down to his crotch, rubbed, and when she pulled it away his cock was standing out against his pants. "Let's go into the bedroom," she half-murmured. She took his hand and led him away. I pushed myself up and followed them in.
Liz was still making it easy for him. She stripped out of the housecoat she had been wearing and stood there in all her beautiful nakedness. She stretched the way she often did, pushing herself up on her toes a little; it made her tits rise up nicely, her pussy seemed to be hungering for attention. That done, she lowered herself to the bed, legs spread, and fingered herself a little as she smiled up at Frank. "Aren't you going to join me?" she finally asked.
Frank gulped, looked at me. "Strip, old buddy," I said.
"What...what if I go soft?"
"Don't worry about it, dammit If you go soft, well just keep at it" I answered.
He nodded, then he started undressing. He stood beside the bed, cockhard and looking down at Liz. She opened her arms to him, and he lowered himself, stretching out against her, her arms going around him. They began some really wild love-making, their mouths glued together, hands crawling all over each other's body. I couldn't tell if Frank was grinding his cock against her or Liz was grinding her pussy against his cock, but whichever, their mid-sections were in action and I was pleased to see, from time to time, that he was staying hard. Finally I saw her hand push its way down between them; Frank raised up a little, she took hold of his cock. I held my breath-this was probably the moment of reckoning, at least for this session.
Still kissing him, his hands fondling her tits, Liz rubbed his cockhead up and down her pussy. I could feel thrilling sensations go through my own body as I remembered bow that could feel, and I'd gotten hard enough that I was tempted to join them I didn't I watched as she finally pushed his cock straight the head caught between her lips, and began raising and lowering her hips in short movements. She was making sure that she didn't scare him off, and it worked; she had made enough motions so that the head had disappeared into her, and Frank took over. He began fucking in even motions, giving her his full length with each stroke. I watched his piston disappear, pull out disappear again, his balls bouncing with each stroke, and I smiled again. There was no fear; old Frankie-boy was keeping his hard on, he was well on his way to dumping his first load up a hot cunt
Convinced that I could write off another success and afraid that if I watched them much longer I'd have no choice but to get in on the fun, J turned and quietly left the house. Man, you couldn't watch a sweet moist pussy like that taking a hard cock without wanting to get in on the act! I won't say that a guy's ass and balls are particularly intriguing, but you can't watch a set of them in that kind of action without feeling something! There was a little sticky stuff on my leg to prove the point to say nothing of the hot meat pressed against my leg.
I just reached the sidewalk when a car stopped. Without even thinking, I watched the driver get out and recognition came. It was the insurance salesman who had been there that one afternoon with Liz and I. Starting around the car, he saw me; he stopped, then recognized me. "Hi!" I said cheerfully. "Coming back for seconds?"
His face turned red and he got flustered, so he didn't have to give a verbal answer. That had been exactly what he had had in mind, and I'd caught him in just the nick of time. If I had left a few minutes earlier he would have gone up to the door and Liz, because she couldn't resist would have answered. Frank might have lost his hard-on and not been able to get another, or at least not be able to get back to screwing her if someone else-especially a stranger-arrived. "Liz isn't home," I said, and at the same time I felt sort of sorry for the guy. I mean, you just have to feel sorry for a guy when you know he's got the hots and gets disappointed like that
For a moment I remembered how surprised-maybe shocked is a better word-he had been at the thought of a three-way, and then ended up enjoying it He had obviously had a limited sex-life. On the tag end of that actually a continuation of the thought I remembered what Ted and I had done. I leaned that against the guy having the hots and toyed with the idea of taking him around to the rumpus room and showing him a little more variety. I decided against it-hell, why would I pass up what I had already passed up that day and end up with another guy! "Liz isn't home," I said again.
He bobbed his head, got back in the car and drove away. "Wow," I said out loud, "that was close!" Then I smiled to myself, because according to quick calculations Frank would be going into the final humping now. He'd be squeezing the hell out of Liz's nice tits, tonguing her mouth, and driving his piston home for the final time, burying it in that warm, juicy channel and letting his own juices spurt out as his ass quivered and his cock throbbed. Liz would be rubbing his ass end, her cunt muscles squeezing the last drops out of his cock, and he'd whisper, "Jesus, I did it! I finally kept a hard-on and came with a girl!"
Chuckling to myself, I started on down the sidewalk. I'd go home and do a little homework, enough to satisfy the teachers and thus get them and my old lady off my back. Tomorrow, back at school, I could go back to trouble-shooting!
CHAPTER NINE
It's funny how things sometimes come to you all of a sudden. Maybe it's like they say, you sometimes can't see the forest for the trees, then all of a sudden you do.
Anyway, I spent the afternoon-or what was left of it-sprawled on my bed studying. The old lady got back from her card game, looked in on me and then went to the kitchen. I could hear her banging around and getting dinner ready. I heard the old man come home, they mumbled something, then he went into the John to clean up. I rolled over on my back and looked up at the ceiling. I thought about Tom Fletcher again, what he had said the night before. "Oh, to be young again...and free. Well, at least free."
I thought about my old man. He wasn't a bad looking guy. He was about six foot one, broad shouldered, tapered hips, and the work he did really kept him in shape. He had a pleasant face-like me, he wasn't handsome, but he could get by. I wondered if he ever felt like Tom did, especially because, as I said earlier, I was convinced that my old lady was a real dud in the sex department I wondered, too, because I had accidentally banged into the John a couple of times when my old man was just getting out of the shower and I knew that he was well-hung. As a matter-of-fact, I sort of had the idea that I had inherited my own more than ample whang from him
Anyway, I got to dunking about it If he had all that equipment and the old lady wouldn't let him use it right then no wonder he was so quiet and lifeless around the house that he seemed almost like just another piece of furniture. Hell, he wasn't really living, he was just existing!
I carried it further. If he could get happier, then maybe he could talk her into it Maybe our whole family life would change, we wouldn't be three people living in the same house for convenience but three people who were happy and enjoyed each other. It all added up to the fact that I was beginning to wonder if maybe I shouldn't do a little trouble-shooting in my own house!
I guess I wanted to double-check, because I pushed myself up and headed for the John-hoping that the timing was right The old man hollered, "Come in," and I did, and the timing was right. He had just stepped out of the shower and was drying himself. "Sorry, dad, but I've got to take a leak."
"Go ahead," he said, and I moved across to the urinal and hauled my old whang out. I had been right His balls hung down like a bull's, his cock was a good six inches long soft, as big around as a half-dollar. It wouldn't have surprised me if he'd get even bigger than me once he was hard. Jesus, I thought how could the only lady not want to play games with a tube-steak like that!
It's a good thing he wasn't paying much attention, because the best I could get was a little trickle, then I flushed the John and put myself away. Turning back, I took another look, and I decided that, by God, I was going to do something about it! Charity begins at home, the old saying goes.
The old lady called us to dinner a few minutes later. It was a typical meal. The food was nothing imagine, but it was good-but the important thing was the way it went. We ate, that was all there was to it. We were three people sitting at the same table, speaking only when necessary. I went back to my room more than ever convinced that I was going to get the atmosphere changed. I was going to prove with my own parents that those who are happy in their fucking are happy in the rest of their lives! It might take a little time, a lot of shenanigans, but I'd do it or else.
I tried to concentrate on my studies again, but it was hopeless. I laid on my back and tried to figure it out My old man was thirty-six years old. He had signed up for the service when he was eighteen, married my mother, who had been his girlfriend through high school, and planted his seed before leaving for camp. I was three years old when he got back to stay. From things that had been said, it seemed safe to believe that he had been a sort of romantic-one of those guys who confined his fucking to the girl he thought he loved. Back home as a civilian, older, that love might not have been so "glowish," but he had probably continued with his faithfulness. They were just that kind of people, both of them. They might have made a ass deal, but they'd stick it out. Hell, I told myself, if he got any on the side he wouldn't be so quiet so half-alive. It would have showed.
I've already described my old lady. She had all the symptoms of one of those women who lie on their back once a week and let their husbands do it. Hell, it was the same with her; if she had been getting any pleasure out of that big hunk of meat of his it would have showed. Conversely, it seemed to me, the fact that it didn't show indicated that she wasn't
I figured that they really proved my theory. Sex isn't just having fun in bed; it carries over. It shows in your daily life. To paraphrase one of the great philosophers (I don't remember which one or exactly what he said!), "Show me the woman who is happy and I'll show you a woman who's getting fucked and knows how to enjoy it!" That works for a man, too.
I mulled it over. I figured that it wouldn't take a lot of effort with him; it shouldn't be hard at all to get him into the Nordham's recreation room with someone like Arlene Lowden, a girl with a beautiful body and pussy and who knew how to use it She'd show him the joys of first class fucking, leave him satisfied, and he would have had that pleasure. But that wouldn't be enough. There would be nothing there that he could or would bring home. That meant of course, that in order for it to be successful something would have to happen to the old lady, too. That was the problem, and that would be the answer. I had to somehow figure out some way to get the old lady interested in and able to enjoy the mattress sports.
I stared up at the ceiling awhile longer, then decided that the best thing to do was to forget about it for awhile. I would come back to it later with a fresh start and maybe come up with some answers, figure out what to do.
Meanwhile, back to the studies! Assignment: "Write a 500 word essay on Jeffersonian Democracy."
Shit! From what I had heard or read some place, I'd a hell of a lot rather write five-hundred words on how Jefferson and some of the other guys like him fucked their slaves. That not being acceptable, I went to work on the other. It was the kind of thing that you could bull-shit your way through.
I had just finished up with Jefferson and start tackling some math problems when there were noises from the living room. A couple of seconds later there were footsteps in the hall, a knock on my door. "Come in," I yelled out.
The door opened and Frank Jorgenson stepped in. He nodded and closed the door behind him. He looked a little flushed, maybe even a little embarrassed. I was surprised to see him, of course, because we had never really been friends-we just knew each other at school. "What's up, old buddy?"
He smiled. "I wanted to tell you, Sammy..." He blushed clear to the roots of his hair, then blurted it out as if that was the only way he was going to get it out "I went all the way with Liz this afternoon. Man, I stayed hard and really poured it to her. Then this evening...well...I went after the neighbor girl, and it worked again!"
"That's great, Frankie. Tm glad to hear that" He shrugged his shoulders and looked a little uncomfortable. "Well, I guess...I guess I just wanted to tell you, and to...to thank you. Jesus, Sammy, you have no idea...."
"Oh, yes, I do," I laughed, and I rubbed my own cock to give it emphasis. "You don't need to thank me either, old buddy. Just go out and have happy fucking!"
"Man," he half-exulted, "you don't have to worry about that! I've got a lot of time to make up for." He turned serious, crossed over and sat on the edge of my bed. I looked at his almost too pretty face as he looked down at my books. Finally, without raising his eyes, he said, "You don't know how important this was to me, Sam. I...I didn't tell you, but what had happened...Well, when I couldn't get anywhere with girls...well beating your own meat...Well, there's this young guy lives in our block. An older guy, but a nice guy. I was...I was letting bun swing on me, and...well, the truth is," and he looked up now, "I think you not only helped me learn to fuck, you kept me from turning queer. I was beginning to...."
He didn't finish the sentence, but he didn't have to. I reached out and squeezed his leg. "Well, like I said, go out and have happy fucking, Frankie!"
He nodded his head, face still serious. A couple of moments later he got up. "Well, thanks again..." He crossed over and went out, closing the door behind him.
I stuck my pencil in the math book and closed it, rolled over on my back and stared up at the ceiling. "There, I told you," I whispered to the world at large! I reached down and rubbed my cock, fingered my balls. I added them up. Jerry, Dave Garland, Ellen Drew and her big-cocked little brother, Tom Fletcher and his thawed out Marie, and now Frank Jorgenson. Not a bad batting average. Not bad at all. Still to go on the immediate horizon, Sue Williams and my own parents.
It was Friday. Walking to school, I told myself that it had been a busy enough week that I'd coast along. I'd work on the Sue Williams thing but let everything (or everybody!) else go for the week-end. Hell, even a trouble-shooter who was enjoying what he was doing ought to have a day or two off now and then!
It was a good idea, but when I got to home-room the teacher had a note for me. "Call Tom Fletcher, 434-7781. Important," the note read. I showed it to the teacher, got excused and headed for the main office. The big-titted Senior didn't hold me up once she saw the message on official school paper; she let me go right into the private office. I dialed and got hold of Tom. "Sorry to have to track yon down this way, Sam, but
It seemed that Marie was caught in a no-man's land. She had tearfully admitted to him that she had enjoyed the activity on the mattress, but she was convinced that it had been wrong and vowed that she would do nothing more than let him fuck her-in other words, revert to the past "What I thought" Tom said. "Well, look. I could take some time off this afternoon. I could pick you up at school. I think it was that big cock of yours that did the trick, along with your easy way of going about sex. Maybe if we went back to the apartment...."
How could I say no? I mean, after all, the guy needed help-and it was obvious that my healing processes hadn't been lasting. It was my responsibility to follow through; a doctor couldn't desert his patient before he (or she, in this case) was fully cured. I agreed to meet Tom in front of the school.
While I was there I dialed Liz's number. I described Sue Williams to her. "So what I figured," I told her, "is that if you'd call the school, get hold of Sue, and then hire her to do some housework tomorrow, well then
Ted and you would know what to do. I'll meander over, yltnow, and see if I can help out"
Liz agreed readily. There was nothing greedy about her; she would let Ted in on the fun of bringing out the younger generation! I want back to class pleased with myself again, confident that everything was A-OK.
In mid-morning I bumped into Jenny in the hallway. She stopped me, and I had an idea of what she might be going to say. I didn't want to hear it so I took Liz's advice. "Look, Jenny, if you want we can meet in the John half-way through the period."
She seemed to argue with herself for a second, but if she had decided that cutting me off might do the trick her own desires negated that "All right" she half-whispered.
I thought about it during the first half of the period, and I decided to give her a surprise and a treat When she joined me in the last booth I was in my usual position, pants down around my ankles, but before she could go to her knees I grabbed her by the hips. Rubbing her legs and buttocks, I ground my face against her pussy; I ran my hands down, and when I moved them back up I carried her skirts with them. She seemed to get the message; she held her skirt I pulled down her panties, and I went right after that beautiful snatch of hers. I tongued it lovingly, then inserted about an inch of tongue and started running it around in circles, thrilling that sweet inner-lipped lining and spreading her wider and wider. I knew it was getting to her, because she grasped my head in both hands and leaned forward, giving out soft little groans. I sent my tongue deeper, still in circles, and finally stiffened it and began giving her a slow, easy tongue-fucking. She took it as long as she could, then she grasped my head tighter and began working her own hips; I could quit moving my head now, because she was fucking herself off on my stiff tongue. She did. She kept going until she let out little cries of pleasure, and I tasted her sweet orgasm. "Oh, jesus, Sam!" she gasped out, "Oh, fuck!" and she fell forward She pressed her hands against the wall, but she had me pinned to h for a moment She gave a couple of more fuck motions, then pulled away.
I ran my hands up and down the inner parts of her legs, squeezed her pussy. "like it?"
"Oh, it was good, good! You've not only got the best cock in school, you've got the best educated tongue!"
I laughed and pushed her up. "Well, come on, sweetie, we've got to get to class."
She pulled away, reached down and grabbed my swollen cock. "Don't you want me to do it to you, Sammie?"
"Sure, I want you to, but there isn't time." Hell, I could go without; there were going to be plenty of fun and games later in the afternoon. "Come on, baby, get straightened up so we can go back to class."
Tom was waiting in front of the school when I went out that afternoon. He smiled as I got in beside him. "I really appreciate this, y'know? I thought...well, we got off to a really good start, I was really looking forward to a decent life."
I laughed. I could see that he already had a hard-on. "Well, let's just insure that this afternoon, okay?"
As we were moving along in traffic I said, "Hey, Tom, you know that young couple I was telling you about? Well, I talked to Liz, and she thinks it'd help if the four of vou got together. Why don't we get Marie thawed out again, then you let me send Liz and Ted over to your place tomorrow night?"
He looked over at me, then stared out through the windshield. I could imagine what he was thinking, so I said, "They'll know what to do, you don't need to worry. They'll have the four of you playing bedroom games before Marie even knows what's going!"
"Well...well, I guess it's worth a try."
We reached the apartment Marie, a beautifully stacked woman, was dressed in capris and a long-tailed shirt with the tail out She had been house-cleaning, so she had a bandana tied around her head. When she saw me she froze, but Tom beat her to the draw. "Honey, just relax. We're not asking you to do anything, but I've decided that I'm going to start enjoying at least part of life. Sammie's taught me a few things, he's going to teach me more. You keep on with your work if you want but he and I are going to strip down, have a drink, and he's going to give me a briefing."
She kept working, slower, in the kitchen, and he and I did just that We stripped down, he mixed us drinks and we sprawled in the living-room. He was, like I said, already hard-cocked. He started it and we went into a conversation-one that Marie couldn't help but overhear-that was heavy on sex. It was heavy enough that before long my own cock had swelled to full proportions. "Christ" Tom said, "that is one hell of a hunk of meat you've got! No wonder the girls all go for it" With that he pushed himself to his feet picked up our glasses and went to the kitchen. He didn't mix drinks. He went up behind Marie, pressed his cock against her, reached around and rubbed her tits through the shirt His hand moved down and fondled her pussy through the capris. "Honey," he half-pleaded, "why don't you let yourself go? Why don't you come join us?"
He did it skillfully. He got her shirt unbuttoned so that he could fondle her tits a little better-and more effectively because she hadn't been wearing a bra under it He palmed her cunt and massaged it gently, all the while grinding his hard cock against her rear-end. She melted again, going into a sort of half-trance again, and he led her into the living-room. Right in the middle of the floor he slowly undressed her, and I watched her beautiful body come into view. Man, her tits were lovely, the nipples already hard; she had curves in all the right places. Her mounded pussy would have made any guy's mouth water.
Tom led her over, gently pushed her to her knees, and I reached out for her. I took hold of her head gently, pressed it down against my hard cock. I felt her cheek, her lips, but she still wasn't ready to take it Tom, meanwhile, had gone to his knees.
He reached under her from behind and started playing with her pussy, fondling it sticking a finger in it finger-fucking her.
Finally she groaned a little, and I felt her hand creep up my leg. It reached the base of my cock, held it and her lips opened over my cock head. Her tongue came out, circled it then she moved down, taking more of the shaft into her mouth. I held her head and slid off the chair and onto the floor, getting her body into a better position for Tom
He had learned quickly watching me. He went up behind her, ran his cockhead up and down, positioned it and slowly started working it in and out of her. I knew that she was getting the feel, because she started working more seriously on my rod. "Suck it, baby, suck it," I half-whispered, and reached for her tits. I took one in each hand and gave them a gentle but thorough working over, tweaking the hard nipples every now and then to give an added thrill. Tom, meanwhile, was giving her a royal doggie-fashion fucking from behind, getting full pleasure out of it himself by using long, slow motions.
It would have been easy-and pleasurable-to let it go on like that We would have worked our way up to another climax. But we had done that the night before and satisfying as it had been, the results hadn't lasted. Wanting them to last this time, as I felt my own cock responding and heard Tom beginning to breathe a little harder I pulled us to a stop. "Let's go in on the bed," I said, and we did-Marie following along in still a sort of half-trance. We laid on the bed with her in the middle, and Tom and I started in on some body-play. Before long she couldn't help herself; she was kissing first one of us and then the other, sending her tongue into our mouths, and stroking a cock with each hand as we switched off from pussy to tits. He'd play with one while I played with the other, then we'd change places. She was getting a royal working over, and she was responding; she began writhing, especially when one of us would get a finger up her pussy, and I figured that the time was right "Which do you want, honey?" I asked her. "You want to suck on me or Tom? Which one of us you want to fuck you?"
"Both!" she gasped. "I want you both to fuck me, I want to suck on you both!"
I laughed, but I did some quick thinking. Tom had said that she had refused to suck him off before; a second go at that should be pleasurable. At the same time, he could do the fucking when I was gone. The decision reached, I pushed myself up and moved into position. I turned her over, pulled her hips up a little, ran my hot, hard cock up and down her pussy. She groaned and went for Tom's cock with her mouth, and away we went This time we kept going, her mouthing his rod lustily as she played with his balls, me giving her all I had with every stroke, and we worked our way up to another frenzied, three-way orgasm.
I pushed it further. After we had half-recuperated, I insisted that the three of us shower together. It was crowded, but it was fun, and it seemed to help all the more. When we finally stepped out Tom hard-cocked again, Marie was relaxed. Drying, she shook her head. "I...I hate to admit it but. . . "
Tom playfully ran his cock up and down her pussy. "But what honey?" he asked.
"Well, I...I've been wrong. I...I feel alive!"
"Beautiful!" Tom cried out
I wasn't about to spoil it for them, not with him still hard-cocked and her in that kind of a mood. I led them back to the bed with words; as I started dressing they started at it I took a last look, watching Marie, on top, riding his dong, then smiled and left the apartment
CHAPTER TEN
Feeling pretty satisfied with myself over the way the afternoon had worked, I decided to have a little relaxation that night and start laying groundwork at the same time. My old man and I had never been what you called buddies; as a matter-of-fact, I guess we really didn't know each other very well at all, not when you looked in any depth. We had just lived in the same house, under the same woman's thumb, spoke when necessary and let it go at that
At dinner I stole glances at him, taking in a view of his almost handsome face, his strong upper body, and remembering what was hanging between his legs. Finally I said, "Say, dad, I was wondering...."
He looked across at me. "Yes?"
"How'd you like to go bowling tonight?"
There was a strange silence. Finally he said, "Well, I haven't bowled in years, but I guess I could give it a try."
We left the house in silence later, but after we had gone several blocks he said softly, "You know, Sam, this was a good idea. You and I...well, we don't really even know each other, do we?"
"No, we don't" I admitted, but I silently told myself that I thought I knew more about him than he Would have believed.
Neither one of us were very good, but we ended up having a lot of fun, getting a lot of laughs, bowling five games. That done, we changed back into our regular shoes and he said, "Well, what's next? Want to go have milk-shakes or something?"
"Whatever you want to do," I answered.
He looked at me hard for a few seconds, then he said, "You know what I'd like to do, Sam?" I shook my head. "I remember when I was a kid, we used to get a six-pack or a bottle and go out north of town. Sometimes we'd take girls, of course, but other times it would be just some of us fellows. We'd talk..."
He bought the six-pack, and I gave him directions. We went out of town, turned off onto a secondary road, ended up where there was a wide, tramped down place. There were a couple of cars already there; he kept a distance from them and stopped. "Looks like there's a little screwing going on," he said matter-of-factly, and opened us each a can of beer. Leaning back, he said, "How about you, Sam? You gotten your first piece yet?"
I laughed. Man, if he only knew! "Yeah," I answered simply.
Almost as if he were talking to himself, he said, "I screwed your mother the first time in the back-seat of a. car. Funny how things change. She really went for it then."
The night-the conversation-could have ended right there. He had answered my question, told me that I'd been right The old lady had put out for rum and liked it but somewhere along die way she had gone cold-cunted.
He added to it "Sam, it probably sounds like funny advice for a father to give his son, but let me give it to you, anyway! Do all the screwing you can, have all the fun you can while you're young and single. Build memories, at least you'll have them."
I got brave. "Is that all you've got?"
He was quiet for several minutes, sipping slowly from his beer. Finally he said softly, "Yes, that's about all I've got Oh, your mother and I go at it once in awhile, but...I remember when I was in the service, in a camp quite a ways from any town. One of the other fellows got so horny that he sneaked a piece of liver out of the mess hall, cut a slit in it and used it He put it on a pillow between his legs and the rest of us watched him, and there was no doubting that he shot his wad. I tried it later...and that's about what it's like now."
Jesus! I whispered silently.
He snorted. "I shouldn't be talking this way, but it sort of rides in your gut it's always with you. Coming out with you tonight seeing those cars and knowing what's going on...it just brought it to the surface, I guess."
"Hell," I said, "if it's like that why don't you get with someone else once in awhile?"
Another silence, then, "That's a good question..." He didn't give the answer.
We talked awhile longer, going into other things, finished the rest of the beers. He wiped his mouth with the' back of his hand for the last time, then reached over and put his hand on my leg. "I hope this was just a start Sam. I hope we can get to know each other better, do more things together."
"Me, too," I answered softly, but I was already thinking ahead. Hell, whether it would help the home situation or not, I really felt sorry for the guy, and I was determined now to see that he got a few kicks whether the old lady straightened up or not
Lying in bed a little while later, staring up into the near-darkness, I figured out what the following day was to hold. In the morning there would be the activity at Liz and Ted Nordham's, with Susie Williams. Once that was over I'd give Ted and Liz Tom Fletcher's address, and that would set up their evening for them It would also mean that their house would be empty, not that that made any difference. "So what I'll do," I told myself, "is I'll get Arlene lined up during the day. When I tell her how the old man's hung...."
Thinking of what they would do, imagining the action, I went to sleep with a smile on my lips-and a hand on a hard cock!
The next day didn't go the way it was supposed to. When I got to the Nordhams' Ted and Liz were sitting at the breakfast table. They were stark naked, because they seldom wore clothes around the house, and having golden fizzes along with their breakfast "Sorry to disappoint you, honey," Liz said once I had sat down with my frown, "but your little virgin wasn't available today. She's coming Tuesday afternoon after school."
"Shee-it!" I spit out
"What are you fuming about?" Ted laughed, rubbing himself under the table. "I'm the one who ought to be crying. I'm the one who was all primed for a nice young cherry!"
But it was disappointing, and it presented at least minor problems. Ted wouldn't be there Tuesday, and starting later in the afternoon, there would be a shorter time in which to work. But then, as they say, there's no sense in chafing at the bit when you can't do anything about it; I'd work on those two items later. For the moment there were other things to think about. I told them what had happened the afternoon before, and also that I had made a date with them for that evening with the Fletchers. "Sounds interesting," Ted said with a smile, "but it would have been more interesting if you had stayed out of it yesterday! Hell, if she's, learned how to enjoy that monster-engine of yours, it's just going to be fun and games with that resistance part gone."
"Count your blessings, dear," Liz said. "Be satisfied with what you can get, not greedy. I think it was real sweet of Sam to make the date for us."
"Oh, don't get me wrong," Ted said, getting up and heading for the drain board. "I look forward to the evening with great expectation! If you don't believe me..." He turned back, and he was sporting half a hard-on.
I glanced from his half-hard cock to Liz's sweet tits, and I knew that if I stayed there much longer we'd probably get a thing going. I wasn't really in the mood for it, so I pushed myself up. "Well, happy fucking with the Fletchers!" I said, and headed for the door.
I had to ring the bell about half a dozen times before the door finally opened. Arlene stood there in a bathrobe, her hair messed and still half-asleep. "Oh, Sam! Come on in!"
I went in, not unaware of the fact that she was still a real nice piece of goods in that ruffled condition. I followed her as she led the way to her bedroom. She let her robe drop, giving me a glimpse of her luscious body, and then crawled into bed again. "What're you doing here so early," she asked. "You knew your friend and I had a date last night?"
"I'd forgotten about that," I said, and I had. I guess I had quit thinking about Dave Garland in that way after he had gotten with Jenny; I knew then that he was on his way and on his own. "How'd it go?"
"Lovely, just lovely," Arlene smiled, stretching.
It was too good to waste. I didn't plan on fucking her, but there was no reason I couldn't enjoy the landscape. I walked over and pulled the blankets down, leaving her nakedness exposed. It was nice to see, believe you me, and I decided that a little touching might not hurt I sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and ran the side of my finger along the shape of one of her nice tits. I moved it down and fingered her pussy. "Arlene, I've got another favor to ask of you."
"Honey, if you're going to keep playing with it like that why not take your clothes off and hop in with me?"
I looked down at my own hand as I inserted a finger and ran it in a circle, spreading her pussy. "How do you feel about older men? Older, okay-looking, well-hung men?"
She smiled. "I'd rather feel them than feel about them!" she half-joked. "What do you have in mind?"
I looked up past her perky tits and into her eyes. "I want you to fuck my old man tonight"
She laughed. "You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not" I told her, and then I told her the whole story. "I really feel sorry for him," I concluded it "I'd like for you to show him a good time."
She reached out draped her hand over my leg so that her fingers circled my cock. She ran her hand slowly up and down. It was almost as if she had taken what I said and was measuring me to see how big he would be. Finally she said, "Okay, Sammy. You want me to, I'll show your dad a good time." She giggled. "That ought to be fun. Even if his experience has been limited, once he gets going it ought to be real fun."
"Good! You go over there about seven-thirty or so, then, I'll show up with him about eight." I pushed myself to my feet, leaned over and planted a kiss on that beautiful big pussy of hers, then spun on my heels and left. I knew that if I stayed any longer I would, as she had suggested, strip down and crawl in with her.
I went by the house. The old man was in the driveway washing the car. I stood a couple of feet from him and watched him for a couple of minutes, and there was no doubting it, he had a good, strong body. He wore jockey shorts, I knew, but his basket still showed well. Finally I said, "Hey, dad, you don't have anything on for tonight, do you?"
He glanced over at me and snorted. That meant, of course, that so far as he knew this would be like any other night, Saturday or otherwise. He and the old lady would sit around, silent most of the time, reading or whatever. "Well," I said, "keep it open, okay?" I left him with that
I went over to Jerry's. His folks were still out of town. He was wearing a bath-robe and sitting in the living-room with a card-table in front of him and his books spread out The poor kid cant write, the way his hands jerk around when they aren't strapped down, so he was dictating his school-work into a tape-recorder. When he saw me he started working his hand over to turn it off; it took so damn much effort that I wanted to do it for him, but I sort of sensed that he needed to feel as independent as possible. "Well, old buddy," I said, sitting across from him, "how did things go last night?"
He shook his head, a look of sheer pleasure on his face. He wouldn't have had to answer, because along with that his cock hardened and pushed its way up through the folds of his bathrobe. He answered anyway. "Jesus, Sam, it was really great. That first time...well y'know, that was great, too, but it was so unexpected. This time I had a chance to prepare myself for it, and I wasn't so embarrassed. Man...I"
I smiled. "Give me the details, buddy."
He gave me the details. He had, as I had instructed him, been in bed naked when Ellen arrived. She had smiled down at him, then took hold of the blankets and pulled them off him She had admired his cock, both with her eyes and verbally, and then started to undress. He had watched her small, shapely body coming into view, his cock throbbing. "She started in by playing with my balls while she sucked on my cock some," he said, "then she came up over me. She got up so her tits hung down, told me to work on them with my mouth, so I did. While I was doing that she kept playing with my cock, then she slid down a little, and a couple of seconds later she was fucking me, and we were kissing like crazy, and her tits were hot on my chest Jesus!"
I laughed. He didn't have to go on. Ellen, having learned to use her nice little pussy, liking the feel of a big cock in it had fucked him to a gigantic orgasm. He probably didn't know that she had been getting as much out of it and as much good feeling, as he had.
But she hadn't been through. Having completed that act, she had laid beside him and they had talked as she toyed with his soft cock. They had kept that up until he was hard again, then Ellen had (as she had told me she might) reverted to her old tricks. She had gotten between his legs and sucked him off.
I pushed myself up. "Well, old buddy, I just came by to check up. Wanted to be sure things went okay. But now that you know you can do it, and you know girls go for it, you start tracking down somebody on your own, y'hear me?"
He nodded, then he looked up at me. "Sam...."
"Yeah?"
He shook his head. "I hate to ask you, but...."
"What's on your mind, old buddy?" I asked when he didn't go on.
"Well, remember how this all started?" I nodded my head.
"Well, talking about it like this, I...I'm hot as a pistol again. D'ya think...?"
I looked down at him and thought about it, and I finally said to myself, "Hell, it's your fault You got him talking about it you can't get him hot and then just leave Mm helpless!" I nodded my head. "Okay, old buddy!" .
I pulled the card-table out from in front of him. He moved his lower body awkwardly until he was in a half-lying position. I opened his bath-robe, sat down beside him and took his swollen whang in my hand. He leaned back and closed his eyes, and I slowly jacked him off. I kept at it until his chest began to heave, his breathing got heavy, then the big globs of cum shot out all over my hand and his belly. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit," he gasped. "Christamighty but that feels good!"
I went into the bathroom for a wash-rag and towel, cleaned him up. "You're a real pal, y'know that, Sam?" he said gratefully.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I stopped by Ellen's on the way home. Her old lady, a real pickle-puss if there ever was one, answered the door. She looked at me like I was something raunchy, then begrudgingly called Ellen. Ellen smiled when she saw me and stepped out onto the porch. "I just came from Jerry's," I said. "I just wanted to thank you for following through and giving him such a good time."
"I'm the one to thank you," she answered half-laughingly. "You weren't kidding about his being well-hung, and it was sort of...well, interesting, having to do all the fucking myself. And you know," she put her hand on my arm, "it really made me feel good. I mean a poor kid like that, all that equipment and human urges and not being able to go at it like normal kids...it just made me feel real good to give him that kind of pleasure."
"You're great, Ellen," I said, "but I've known that all along. Thanks again."
I started away, but she stopped me. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. "Sammie, guess what? While I was over at Jerry's last night George went out, and you know what? He got with a girl and had himself a real ball!"
I bobbed my bead. "Glad to hear that! That's my goal, you know, getting everybody fucking happy!"
"You're doing it, Sammy, you're doing," she laughed, and turned back into the house as I went down the walk.
It was late enough that I could go home and not have to listen to too much harping from the old lady. She was busy getting dinner ready, so I went right to my room. With a little time to spare, I'd knock off a few more math problems-or so I thought I'd hardly gotten the book opened when there was a rap on the door. I knew it was the old man, because the old lady never knocks, she just bursts in on you. "Come in," I said.
The old man came in, closing the door behind him. "You took off so fast this afternoon I didn't get to ask you. What did you have in mind for this evening?"
I studied his face, wondering if I dare level with him. I figured that if he once saw Arlene he wouldn't be able to back off, but if he knew in advance he might refuse. I decided not to risk it "If s a secret okay?"
It was his turn to study my face, then he let his eyes move down the length of my body to my crotch. I wondered if he were suspicious, but if he was, he didn't let on. "Okay," he said. "Well just tell your mother we're going bowling again."
"Okay. Let's leave here about ten to eight"
After he left I forgot the math again, rolled over onto my back. It suddenly dawned on me that I was taking a real gamble. If he didn't act the way I thought he would, he might start doing a little probing-and while he had told me the night before to do all the screwing I could while I was young, he might decide that what I was doing wasn't Kosher. But I remembered the way he was hung, and the way he had talked the night before, and I decided that if it was a gamble the odds were definitely on my side. Underneath that death-mask he usually wore, under the quiet exterior, he had to be like me; he had to be a hot-blooded, randy lover of sex.
We went through the usual conversationless meal, then the old man said, "Sam and I are going bowling again tonight."
"Harrumph!" the old lady answered, whatever that meant
At ten of eight we were backing down the driveway. I had my fingers crossed; the next ten or fifteen minutes would tell the tale. "Where to?" the old man asked.
"Up that way," I told him, nodding my head. A block and a half later I told him we were there. He pulled to the curb, looked at me and frowned. "What the hell's going on?" his expression asked, but I didn't answer. I got out of the car and waited until he finally followed suit then I led the way up the walk and around to the back. I opened the door and let out a sigh of relief at seeing that Arlene had gotten there on time.
The old man stepped into the room. He stopped. He looked. He let his eyes move up and down her beautiful body, encased now in an almost form-fitting dress. "Hi," Arlene smiled, pushing herself up from the divan. Every movement smelled of sex; every movement said that she was a hot-cunted woman who liked cock. The old man's eyes just about fell out. Arlene sort of undulated up to him, slid her arms around his neck and pushed her midsection out Looking into his face she smiled again. "You have to be Sammy's father, and you're just as interesting looking as he said you'd be!"
"What...what's going on?" the old man demanded.
Arlene answered for us. She ground her pussy against him. In case that wasn't enough, I said, "After the way you talked last night, dad, I thought you might like to have a little fun."
"Don't you, Mr. Barton?" Arlene asked almost coyly, grinding her pussy against him again. His hands had moved automatically; they were on her hips, resting lightly there.
"You mean...? " the old man started, but nothing more would come.
"That's exactly what we mean, honey," Arlene smiled into his face. "Sammy said you'd gone dead, I want to bring you back to life." She ground her pussy against him again. "I like that," she said, "I like the life Tax already feeling!"
"This...this is..."
"Ah, come on, dad. Hell, forget about everything else. Let's just have us some fun, okay?" I moved across and opened the sofa out into a bed, letting him know for sure what kind of fun I meant Arlene worked on him at the same time, and he seemed incapable of movement She pulled his shirt free of his pants and unbuttoned it put her cheek against his chest and reached down to rub the hard chunk of meat that was pushing out against his pants. She loosened his belt and her hand disappeared down inside his pants; she was giving his hard cock a nice, gentle stroking. I watched it for a few seconds, then I said, "Hey, Arlene, why not give him a show like you gave Dave the other night?"
"All right" she sort of cooed, and pulled away from him. She smiled at him again, then took off her shoes. She turned one side toward him and pulled up her skirt giving him a view of nice thigh as she undid her garter.
She let him feast on her shapely leg as she slowly peeled the silk stocking off it. She turned the other way, repeated the procedure. The old man couldn't move; stood there, cock-hard, watching. The only difference between him and the way Dave had been was that he was standing. He seemed like Dave, otherwise, like a scared teen-ager about to get his first piece of ass whether he wanted it or not
Arlene slowly unzipped her dress, slowly raised it; he got a view of nice legs, of silk panties with the big, beautiful pussy filling them at the vee. He saw the smooth stomach, then the melon-shaped tits still held in the bra, and finally her smooth, pinkish shoulders. She shook the dress off and laid it aside, then reached behind and unloosened the bra; it fell away, and those lovely melons fell free, the nipples dark, lovely, and just waiting to be kissed. She hesitated a moment then put both hands on her stomach. They moved up slowly; each one pushed under and lifted a little, then the fingers spread around to feel their roundness. Man, I thought the old man was going to cream his drawers right on the spot; he sort of leaned forward, his tongue running across his upper lip, and a sort of groan escaped him.
Arlene smiled, slid her hands back down to her waist She grasped a bit of flimsy silk in each hand and pulled her panties down just below her crotch. He could see the dark-hair, the beautiful shape of that luscious pussy, and the look in his eyes said that there was nothing to worry about. He was hooked! Arlene saw it, too. She slid her panties the rest of the way down, stepped out of them and threw them aside. She stood there with her legs slightly separated, raised her arms, and as many times as I had seen-and used-her, even my old pecker throbbed at the beauty of it!
She moved over to the old man. Rubbing her tits against his chest, she slid his shirt off his shoulders. It fell to the floor. She went down to her knees. She opened his fry, fished around, pulled his cock out I had been right; hard, he beat me by almost a half-inch. It was one hell of a pole, and obviously one that Arlene could go for. She licked the head, then took it into her mouth, and as she slightly sucked on him she got his shoes and socks off. I didn't wait; I started stripping, too, and as she got his pants and shorts down so that he could step out of them I was throwing my pants aside. As she led him to the sofa I stretched out on it but I was in no hurry. I was going to let her give him a good dose of pleasure before I joined the act
She started in. Getting on top of him, she got his cock caught between them; it laid the full length, probably spreading her pussy lips a little. Her tits scraped against and then flattened out on his chest as she found his mouth with hers, and as her tongue went into his mouth his hands started moving. They rubbed every part of her they could touch, kneaded her warm, firm flesh, grasped her buttocks and pulled her harder against him. Finally he started taking over; he rolled her over, their mouths still welded together, and he made a dry run, making the fuck motion with his cock still just lying along the full length of her cunt He started kissing her all around the face, then raised his body as his lips moved down her throat He mouthed one tit and then the other, giving them one hell of a tonguing that made her grasp his head and groan with pleasure, then he wriggled his body down as he kissed his way
South. Finally he had a hand on the innerside of each leg, he was spreading diem and his mouth was at work on the loveliest of pussies. He licked it, kissed all around, ran his tongue up and down it, then got his tongue inside and gave her a little action that way. She loved k, but she was never one to overlook any possible sex-fun. Writhing from the pleasure he was giving her down there, she reached for my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and gently stroked it, then went after my balls.
The old man kissed his way back up until he was stretched out on her again, their mouths together, his cock pressed against her. He raised his hips, reached down between them to push it straight, then he was fucking his way into her. Arlene groaned with pleasure as she sent inch after thick inch into her; she got hold of my cock again and stroked on it
I really wanted to cut in on it but the old man was having himself such a time that I didn't have the heart to. I contented myself with watching and listening to them as she stroked me; their kisses were juicy, she made a little groaning sound of pleasure each time he sent his swollen cock into her, another as he withdrew it Man, you could tell that he hadn't done anything tike that that he haunt enjoyed a good fuck, for one hell of a long time. He was really going at hi
He kept at it his butt pushing up into the air, dropping, pushing up again, and then his speed started increasing. He was really giving it to her now, burying it to the balls with each inward stroke, drawing it out until just the head was caught between those tight tips, burying it again. It was getting to Arlene, too; she started matching his motions, then she started getting even more excited. Her hand left my cock; both her hands went around him, the fingers digging into the flesh on his back, and her legs started climbing him. That extra half-inch, that extra little bit of thickness, was really giving her a bonus! I was forgotten, but that didn't bother me; I gently stroked my own self, liking the feeling, but determined not to shoot, as I watched them enthusiastically fuck their way to a climax that seemed to make both their bodies tremble and quiver until it seemed like they might fall apart. "Oh, sweet fuck!" the old man gasped out "Oh, Lordie, I'm cooooming!" He shoved it into her hard, left it buried, and his ass end humped up and down. I could imagine the hot bath her inner pussy was getting; he was obviously letting go of one hell of a load! Then he fell against her, squashing her tits harder against his chest gasped a couple of times and rolled over. His cock seemed to make a sort of "slurping" sound as it pulled out of her tight pussy, and she sighed with pleasure. They laid there, all fucked out-for the moment
"Jesus," the old man finally gasped out "I haven't had a fuck like that for so long I'd forgotten how good it feels!"
Arlene giggled. That being the case," she said, reaching for his limp dong, "I'll bet you haven't had a good mouth-loving either, have you?"
"Are you kidding? My wife won't even eat hot dogs because they're shaped like a cock and she doesn't think anything like that should go in the mouth."
"Well, you just relax honey," she squeezed his cock. "Let Sammy have his turn now, then by the time we're finished you'll be rested up enough I'll show you that kind of loving."
"Sammy," the old man said. He shook his head. "Jesus, would you believe a seventeen year old fixing it up for his own father?"
"I would," Arlene answered lightly, "when that seventeen year old is Sammy Barton, Master Cocks man of McKinley High!"
The old man raised up on an elbow and looked at me. He studied my face, then let his eyes move down over my body to my swollen cock. He shook his head again. "like I said last night, Sammy and I haven't really known each other."
"Well, you do now," Arlene answered. "But enough talk. Come on, Sam, let me see if you can thrill me like your dad did!"
It didn't take a second invitation, and I didn't need a lot of warm up play-watching them in action, along with my own gentle stroking, had me plenty hot. I straddled her. I ran my dong up and down her pussy, got the cockhead caught, leaned forward and began pouring it to her as I grasped a tit in each hand and planted my mouth over hers. I didn't go for any finesse, I just did some first-class, jack-rabbit fucking, and in practically no time at all I was spurting my own load into her tight, cock-squeezing pussy. She took it all, then contracted her inner muscles to milk it dry, an act that sent additional sensations throughout my entire body. Finally it was my turn to fall away, rolling over onto my back and lying there in complete contentment
Arlene didn't rest She pushed herself up, went down to the foot of the bed and came up between the old man's legs. She licked all around between them, played with his big balls with her tongue, then started on his cock. She got it fully hard again in what was probably recording breaking time, then sucked him to a climax that seemed to be almost turning him inside out. Probably the only thing that saved her from getting choked to death was the fact that she had kept one hand wrapped around his prong; when he grabbed her head and started unloading, thrusting up off the bed, he could only get about half his cock into her mouth. It was enough that she really had to work hard to take all his cum before it could drip out of her mouth.
"Jesus," the old man half-whispered, "I'd like for us to be able to lie here forever, to keep going on and on."
Arlene, lying beside him, a cock in each hand, laughed softly. "Well, honey, there's one good thing about it. Now that your son-with my help-has taught you the facts of life, this doesn't have to be the last time, y'know?"
"You mean that?" he asked. "Could we really get together .again?"
She laughed again. "With a cock like yours, nice as you are, I'll drop my pants for you any time you give the word!" She turned to me. "That answers your question, doesn't it, Sammie? Now that I've had one, you bet your life I like older men!"
It was the old man's idea, but one that neither Arlene nor I argued with. We dressed and went out for Chinese dinner. Dinner over, the old man bought a bottle and we went back to the recreation room. There was no hesitation now; the minute the door was closed all three of us started stripping down. We half-laid, half-sat on the bed with our drinks, Arlene in the middle, sipping and fiddling around. It didn't take long before both our rods were fully hard again, and this time we did a three way with the old man taking her doggie-fashion while she blew me. He may have been out of practice, but he got the hang of things quickly again; our timing was perfect, and all three of us climaxed at the same time. It was really great
"Well," I told myself as we laid there recuperating, "Phase One of this case is over. The old man is in shape, ready and willing. He's probably all ready looking forward to the next session with Arlene, he'll be a lot happier in-between. The next thing is to get the old lady into shape!"
That, I knew now for sure, was going to take some doing!
The old man gave Arlene a final loving-not a final fucking, he was too worn out for that!-and then we got dressed. We drove her home and then started for home. "Okay," he said, 'Tell me all about it"
I told him all about it "it" being my sex life and my new "Project Happy Fucking," or trouble-shooting. I confessed to him that I had set up this evening hoping to make him happier, and that I hoped to get the old lady in shape so that the three of us could be happier.
He shook his head. "I hate to have to say this, but Tm going to say it to you not as her son but...well, what you are tonight. If you can get that cold-potato warmed up you'll deserve a medal!"
We were quiet the rest of the way home. He drove into the garage, stopped the car, turned off ignition and lights. We sat there a minute, then he reached out and put his hand on my leg. "Thanks, Sam. It was one hell of an evening! Unbelievable, but great!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
The old lady was in a hell of a mood die next morning. She ranted and raved and found every little thing possible to bitch about Usually the old man would have taken it quietly, ignoring her, but in the middle of it he pushed himself up. "Come on, Sam, let's get out of here!"
She was yelling something about the two of us suddenly getting awful thick as we left, but I guess that neither one of us heard exactly what she said. We went out to the car, got in and started away. "That is really something," the old man said, "and if you're still thinking about what you said last night it'll show you what you're up against Most Saturday nights I have to beg and coax her, and half the time she still won't give in. You know what the bitching is about this morning? Because I didn't even touch her last night She raises hell and clamps her hands over her damned cunt when I want a little, then gets up tight when I don't even try for it!"
I thought about it I remembered that portion of her parting remark that I had heard. "You don't think she's got any ideas, do you? I mean, you don't think she thinks you and I have something going?"
"Oh, hell, no! She's too old-fashioned to think of something like that!"
I hoped that he was right Man, I had a good idea of what she would do if she found out what I was up to before she got to enjoying herself in the same way.
"I should have been smarter," the old man said as if he were thinking out loud. "I should have gone home and made at least a futile attempt But Jesus! AH I could do was lie there and go over what had happened, remember how great it had been!"
I glanced across at him. I saw that he had another hard-on, and a smile of remembered pleasure on his lips. "You really bad a ball didn't your
He shook his head, rubbed his own cock, and that was answer enough. "like I said, I haven't had a fuck like that since I was a kid, and I'd never been in on...what'd you call it a three-way?" A moment later, "No woman has ever gone down on me before. Jesus, that was something!"
Even though it was a Sunday morning, I toyed around with the idea of getting a girl-or maybe a couple of girls-and getting things going again. HelL the old man would probably even be willing to rent a motel room for it I decided against it He had been fully converted; now I'd just fix Mm up from time to time if he wanted-or when he wanted.
We drove around for awhile, then he looked at his watch. The old lady would have left the house for church, so he turned around and started back. "What are you going to do today?" he asked.
I repeated the question to myself. What was I going to do today? I knew that I wasn't about to stay around the house, not with the old lady in that kind of a mood. "Ah, I guess m just wander around, see what happens."
As it turned out, I didn't have to make up my own mind. As we turned into the drive-way a kid from school, Carl Thompson, pushed himself up from where he had been waiting on the steps. He's a fairly good looking kid, tall and dark-haired, and he usually seems happy-go-lucky as all hell. He's in my home-room, and one of the ones I had scratched off immediately as obviously not needing any help. Needless to say, I frowned a little as I walked toward him. "Hi, Carl! What's up?"
He bobbed his head. "Can I talk to you, Sam?"
"Sure," I answered, and led the way into the house, down the hall and into my bedroom. Just out of habit, I flopped on my backside on the bed, sprawled out Carl looked around, then sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hands in his lap and fidgeted with his fingers, looking down at them. "Dave told me how you got things going for him," he finally said, "and so did Frank Jorgenson. They said...they said you're sort of...welt doing that for kids. I mean...helping them out!"
"I'm trying to," I admitted honestly. "Hell, I think everybody should enjoy life, and the mattress sports are an important part of it But now that we've got that settled...Hell, I thought you were one of the happy fuckers!"
He looked up, straight into my eyes. "Man, I wish I was," he said softly.
"So why aren't you? What's your problem?"
"Well...Well, to start with, as much as I want to I don't even dare try to go out with a girl."
"Oh? Why not?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "When I was a little kid I got kicked in the crotch by a horse. I don't know what it did, what it broke, but...Well I can get a hard-on, I don't have any problem there, but the damn thing just hangs there. I mean, something happened right at the root, I can't raise it When I try to get it into a girl-even if I get it hi-it just doesn't work right"
I raised up on an elbow. "Man, I never heard of anything like that before!"
"You don't believe me?" he said. I'll show you." Moving sort of desperately, he pushed himself up. His thoughts had already hardened him, I could see that He slid his pants and shorts down, and sure enough, he was hard and hanging about five and a half or six inches. He lifted it up, let go, and it fell again, hanging down over his balls.
"Can you jerk off?" I asked him.
"Oh, sure, but who wants to spend then life jerking off?"
I nodded, taking a last look at his hanging meat as he pulled his clothes back up. I considered it. I thought about some other people I knew, and I said to myself, "Well, that's the answer. If you can't get your kicks one way, get them another." I looked up at Carl. "You ever have a blow-job?"
He shook his head.
"Well, hell, man, I think that's the answer. You cant screw and there's nothing you can do about it, so find something that feels good and stick with it Hell, you can have all the fun of loving a girl up, then use the mouth-method."
"You mean.. . ? "
"I mean you let her swing on you. If you can jerk yourself off you sure as hell could get blown! But in all fairness, I hope you like to eat pussy."
"I.. , I've never tried it."
I swung my legs off the bed. "Come on, old buddy, there's no time like the present to try to work this out!"
He looked almost frightened. "What...?"
I led him down the street, around to the back and into the Nordham's recreation room. "You wait here," I said, and went to the door leading to the house, knocked and went in. Liz and Ted had apparently really had a night of it with the Fletchers, because they were still racked out I went to the bedroom door, looked in and got a side-view of Liz with her tits hanging down, Ted with his ass-end up. I tip-toed over and shook Liz; she blinked, squinted, then a smile of recognition spread across her lips. She rolled over onto her back and stretched, kicking the blankets off so that whether I wanted it or not I get a view of her entire beautiful body.
I told her about Carl and she listened, but then she reached down and rubbed between her legs. "I hate to do it Sam, but I have to beg off. God, what a night we had! We didn't get home until almost seven this morning, and...oh, were those boys active! I'm simply too tired for even a nice young cock and tongue this morning!"
"Man, you must have had a night!" I answered, shaking my head. I never would have believed that I would ever hear Liz Nordham turn away from fun and games. But I told myself that there's no point wasting time on a lost cause. I turned and left, went back to the recreation room to warn Carl to be sure and wait and then left the house.
I started down the list but I didn't have to go far. Little Ellen Drew, with her taste for sucking cock and her compassion for people (hadn't she said that it made her feel good giving Jerry pleasure?) seemed like the logical candidate. I beaded for her house.
We went through the same routine. Her old lady answered the door, looking like she had just eaten sour apples. She seemed ready to refuse, then turned back and called for Ellen. Ellen appeared, stepped out onto the porch, and I told her the story. I watched her face, and her eyes lighted up with interest-I guess just about everybody gets some sort of kick out of hearing about people with odd sex problems. She happened to be one who carried that interest further, who willingly got involved in it She agreed and turned back into the house. I took off, went down to the end of the block and waited for her.
I knew that I didn't have to go back. Ellen knew her way there, and she would know what to do once she got there, but there was nothing else to do so I decided to sit in on the action. I guess, as I mentioned before, that I was becoming a bit of a voyeur; I got a sort of kick out of watching the others in action. Once we got there I did just that; I sprawled in a chair after opening the sofa out into a bed, and watched.
Ellen led the way. Without beating around the bush, she started undressing. She was down to panties and bra, all her nice pink flesh showing, her curves and mounds, when she noticed that Carl hadn't moved. Smiling, she went over to him, rubbed his cock and looked up into his eyes. "We aren't going to do anything if you don't undress," she said matter-of-factly.
Cad nodded his head, glanced at me, and then started to undress. He didn't take his eyes off her as he did; he watched her rid herself of her bra, letting her perky tits stand free and proud, then slide the silk panties off and raise up so that her forested mound was plainly visible. She moved to the bed and stretched out on her back, a hand behind her head so that she could watch him and the other hand moving automatically to toy with her own pussy-I guess in anticipation.
Carl stripped and stood beside the bed. He had a fairly good build, his balls hung fairly well, and his bard cock was in its natural position-hanging down like a hunk of bologna. He looked down at Ellen and she opened her arms for him; he crawled up into them, taking her body into his. She ground her pussy against him, her breastwork was plastered against his chest, and they kissed lustily. "Gee, I said silently, "I told you that you could enjoy the loving-up!" He was, there was no doubting it His hands started moving all over her body, playing with her tits, sliding down and feeling her buttocks, one moving around to finger her pussy. She was obviously enjoying it and her own hand went out for his cock; she got hold of it lifted it stroked it They were going at it so lustily, enjoying it so thoroughly, that my own cock stretched out and swelled against my leg; I put my hand over it feeling its warmth, and fingered around through my pants for the good feeling that comes from a little self-play.
Cad started first taking his cue from what I had said earlier, I guess. He pulled away, leaned over and started using his mouth on her tits. He'd bury his face between them, then raise it and start tonguing her. He licked circles around them, suckled on one and then the other nipple, all the while fingering her cunt Ellen laid back and enjoyed it her body writhing a little from time to time, then she could feel his lips moving down over her belly. As he headed for pussyland he turned his own body around, and as his mouth reached her cunt, Ellen lifted his hard cock and took it into her mouth. He said he had never eaten pussy before, but it didn't take any lecture; he went at it with a natural talent, perhaps enhanced, because she was giving his cock one hell of an excellent mouthing.
He had said that he couldn't fuck. Well, I don't know what you call it, but when he started coming he sure as hell did a reasonable facsimile. His ass end moved up and down with as much gusto as Ellen's was, as she let off her own jollies riding his rigid tongue. They both grasped each other's bodies as they quivered and made a duet of sex noises, then, faces still buried in each other's crotches, they went limp. I knew that Ellen had had herself a time, and I was willing to bet that Carl Thompson had found a sex-pattern that he would be able to use from then on. His meat-beating days would be over, too; he had found how to work within his limitation and still both give and get pleasure from a woman.
"Another victory, Trouble-shooter Barton," I told myself. "Another happy fucker! Because it can be called fucking. It's a variety of it, at least!"
I left them lying like that, figuring that from the way they had enjoyed it they would probably rest up and go at it again. I would have been willing to gamble that Carl, like the others, was more than anxious to make up for lost time, and Ellen, I knew from past experience, never grew tired of cock. I had seen her take on six boys one night, which allowed each one time to rest up once he'd popped his wad, and she had still been raring to go when the last of them admitted to an inability to get another hard-on. (As much as I hate to, I'll have to admit that I was one of those boys!)
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next morning Carl Thompson surprised the hell out of me. We had just gotten out of home-room and he stopped me in the hallway. I was all ready for him, as the others had done, to start telling me what a good time he'd had and how much he appreciated it. I was all ready to brush it off as I had with the others, just telling them that I was glad to do it and for them to have happy racking. Well, he thanked me, but then he reaches out, grabs my hand, and shoves two one dollar bills in it "I'm sorry I can't make it more," he said, "but that's all I had left from the allowance. I really appreciate what you did, Sam. Jesus!"
He was gone before I could refuse it, so I frowningly stuck the bills in my pocket and went on to first period. Man, the damn bills felt big in there for some reason, I could almost feel their pressure against my body, I couldn't forget that they were there. And then it was there. "Jesus," I whispered to myself, "why hadn't I thought of that!"
I mentioned earlier that I wanted a car so bad that I could almost taste it, but I hadn't managed to save enough to get one. Well, I thought now, Cad has shown me the way. Hell, what I was doing for the other kids I had been doing for kicks and because I really thought that everyone should have a happy sex life, but it was a service.
I counted back. I had gotten Dave Garland over his fear so that he could screw to his heart's content; I had solved poor, crippled Jerry's celibacy, showing him that he could enjoy a sort of "normal" sex life. I'd beat Frank Jorgenson's old lady, getting him to where he could keep a hard-on with a girl and get his jollies off. I had broken down the barrier for Ellen Drew so that she could branch out from her "blow-job only" technique, getting her to where she could enjoy fucking in all variety-and she had taken that home and spread the word to her brother so that he was freed. I had thawed out Marie Fletcher so that Tom, after a six year freeze, was having a ball-and, obviously, the two of them were now well on their way to a long lasting life of fun and games. If I had charged each one of them a small fee...
"Well," I told myself, "you can't back up, but that's the way it's going to be from now on. Dr. Sam Barton, trouble-shooter and healer par excellence, is going to get a fee for his services! It just ain't right that a man like him has to walk when he could have a car!"
I had to think about my "helpers," of course. I mean, there was Liz, always ready and willing to help solve one of the problems. Arlene had come in terrifically handy, as had both Jenny and Ellen. I toyed with the idea of splitting with them, argued with myself, and finally decided-and was sure that I was right-that I was doing the bulk of the work, some of it actually more strenuous than pleasurable (like walking to the Nordham's with someone, or walking to get one of the girls). They, on the other hand, were all cock lovers, they were thoroughly enjoying themselves. I was actually doing them a favor, providing them with cock, with different types of sexual activities. Saving them the trouble of going out and making themselves available for it. That, I decided, was payment enough for them! I could keep the money and feel justified in doing it.
I reached down and rubbed my pocket "Yes, sir," I smiled to myself, "old Sammie is finally going to get himself a car!" I looked around. "Come on, you guys with sex problems ...!"
I played around with it. Should I charge a flat fee-say, two dollars like Carl had given me? Or should I charge by the complexity? Should I charge what a guy could afford, or should I let them worry about that-I mean, if a guy really wants something, then he should be able to muster up the money! I looked back, and I realized that none of them had been that complex. I knew that it looked like it to them (Dave had been sure he was going to have to spend his life beating his meat, Carl had thought that he was condemned to the same thing!), but in the long run it really hadn't been. And I had to admit that my original goal was still there-I still wanted everybody to be free swinging, able to enjoy life. Further, I would still be getting some kicks out of it not only in watching the action (which I was enjoying more and more) but in getting in on it whenever I wanted to. I decided on the fiat fee. Two bucks a throw. So I looked around again and said to myself, "All right you guys with unhappy cocks, step forward!"
I didn't have to wait too long. In second period I looked across the aisle as I sat down, and Duane Newton was sitting where another kid usually sat The other kid was in Duane's seat. I knew almost instinctively, I could feel it in my blood, that Duane had arranged that for a purpose, and that that purpose was right in line with my activities. I was right. Class started and Duane handed a piece of paper to me. It was the beginning of a written dialogue that went on for part of the period as the teacher rambled on about the Civil War or some damn thing.
Duane: "I hear that you're helping guys with sex problems."
Me: "Right. But I've had to change things. I have expenses, so I have to charge two bucks."
Duane: "Hell, if you can do the trick I'll be glad to give you two bucks."
Me: "What's your problem?"
Duane: "I'm really nuts about the girl I'm going with. I plan on marrying her when we graduate. The trouble is, she's made me promise to stay away from other girls, but she won't put out until we get married."
I looked across at him. There was nothing outstanding about him; he was just what they sometimes call a typical, wholesome high school boy. He looked fresh and clean, all that, and I was pretty sure that he'd never had any trouble. I wrote: "Level with me, how's your equipment? Both of you."
He read it, looked across at me for a couple of serious moments, then wrote and passed it back. "I've got about six inches when it's hard. Not as big around as some guys, but big enough. Her name is Sally Clayton, and god-damn it, that's the trouble, you know as much about her as I dot"
I drew up a picture of Sally Clayton. She wasn't a beauty by any stretch of the word, but she had a sort of cute face, blond hair, and a fair-to-middling body. I mean, she was no Miss America, but she was no slouch, either. Good enough shape, nice enough looking, medium-sized tits from what you could tell. I wrote back, "Hell, haven't you loved her up? Haven't you done any feeling around?"
Duane: "We neck a little, but she's got stop signs all over. I reach for her leg, okay, I can touch it, but if I start to move my hand, wham, she grabs and stops it."
Me: "Haven't you ever gotten a hard-on and let her feel it?"
Duane: "I've tried, but the same thing. The minute I get her hand on it she pulls it away. If I try to press it up against her, same thing."
Me: "Well, give me a little time. I think we can work it out without too much strain!"
I handed it back to him, but at the same moment realized that something strange, something out of the ordinary was happening. It didn't take long to find out what it was. Class had stopped. Everyone was watching. Duane had just finished reading what I had written when the teacher, who had pussy-footed down the aisle, reached out and lifted the paper right out of his hand. He started reading it. Duane's face turned red as a beet, I just looked at him and waited. When he had finished he looked up. "Very interesting," he said, "but I would suggest that you pay attention to class work and handle your private affairs on your own time!"
He went back to the front of the room, but he took the paper with him. My mind was really divided for the rest of the period; I spent part of the time thinking about how I was going to solve Duane's dilemma-because I was, because I was going to get myself a car, dammit-and part of the time wondering if there was going to be any static from above.
I tried to judge the teacher, but it was hard to do. He's a guy in his early thirties, built a lot like my dad. Broad-shouldered, narrow hips, a face that was not quite handsome. He dressed very conservatively, moved slowly, talked slowly. I had seen him talking to other teachers, and he sometimes laughed at what was being said. He had a gold band on the right finger, so I knew that he was married. Outside of that, I didn't know a thing about him. "So," I told myself, "you just wait and see what happens, and hope for the best"
Before the period had ended I thought that I had found the solution to Duane's problem. It was, if it would work, a relatively simple one-and it was based on my idea that if people saw sex in action they not only got interested but got to thinking that it must be all right or other people wouldn't do it! I stopped Duane as we started to leave the room "Do you and your girl ever get together on Monday nights?"
"Well yeah, but her folks won't let her stay out late."
I chuckled. "It doesn't have to take that long, old buddy! That's the mistake some parents make, thinking their kids only fuck if it's night and late. Anyway, you get your girl and meet me on the corner of Elm and Duluth at eight o'clock sharp. Okay?"
"What.. . ? "
"Don't ask any questions, old buddy. Just bring your girl and two bucks!"
The next part was simple. I got hold of Jenny, told her that I wanted her to be at the Nordhams' at seven-thirty; there were no arguments there. I got hold of
Dave Garland and told him the same thing. Again no arguments.
That settled, I went on with normal activity hoping against hope that nothing would happen to interfere with it-that is, that Mr. Charles Carter, the teacher, wouldn't drop a bomb!
The day passed without incident, so I felt relieved. Carter had apparently just taken the paper for his own use-maybe, I told myself, he'd show it to his wife when he got home, they'd laugh about teen-agers and remember their own earlier years, and end up having a roll in the hay before dinner! If he showed it to some of the other teachers...well, so what!
That evening I found out that I had accidentally made a really smart move. When I got ready to leave the house I realized that the old lady probably hadn't forgotten her bitch about my low grades; she'd block me, and it was too early to use the "I'm going to bed" technique and sneak out the window. Instead, I got the old man aside and told him what was up. He listened, nodded his head, then said, "Just tell her that you have to go to the library. If she starts yelling, III take care of it"
He did just that and I got away. I got to the Nordhams' and Jenny was already there. She looked up as I entered, a sort of hopeful look in her eyes, and for a moment I was worried. Jesus, I'd forgotten all about her hang-up! I decided to play it cool, casually. "Hi, Jenny, honey!" I said, and went up to her, took her into my arms and gave her a hot kiss while I rubbed her nice little ass. She started grinding her pussy into me, but before I had to work that out the door opened and Dave came in. Jenny looked up; I think that she knew in that moment that it wasn't what she had expected, that I hadn't called her over for a little fucking on our own.
I sprawled in the chair, Dave sprawled on the sofa, Jenny stood sort of uncertainly. "Look, you guys," I started, "we've all learned to have fun on the pad, we've got to share with people that haven't, don't we?"
Dave rubbed his crotch and smiled. "I'd go for that," he said. "Man, I've been feeling ten feet high, I'd gladly help anyone else who had a block."
I didn't ask Jenny. I was pretty sure that she'd say something like, "I'd rather fuck just you!" Instead, I said, "Well, you both know Duane Newton and Sally Clayton. They're going together, they're going to get married when they graduate. Meanwhile, poor old Duane's got the hots, but Sally is cold-potatoes. The way I figure..."
They listened. Dave agreed readily, already looking at Jenny and rising to half-mast as he looked ahead. Jenny was a little more stubborn. "I'll do it," she said, "on one condition. I'll do it if you and I can stay here after they leave."
I didn't think it was a good idea, but I didn't argue with her. I pushed myself up. "Okay, you guys can start loving it up, but don't get going too strong until I get back."
It took about ten minutes to get down to the corner, wait for Duane and Sally and then get back. Sally put a sort of strain on things, but she was confused enough-or whatever it was-that she at least stayed. I positioned us so that she was sitting in a chair that faced the sofa, Duane and I were sitting in chairs facing her and with our backs to it "Why I wanted us to get together tonight," I said, "is that I thought maybe we could plan a party..
Duane and I yakked about the possibility of a party, and what we should do if we had one. I watched Sally's face, and I could have given a play-by-play description of what was going on. You could almost read the action of Jenny and Dave making mad love, groping each other, and then starting to undress. You could see it on her face when they were stripped and she had gotten an eyeful of Dave's big cock. She almost groaned a little, and I figured that Dave was doing one of three things; he was either fingering Jenny's pussy as he mouthed her tits, mouthing her pussy while he played with her tits, or French kissing her while he started his big whang up that moist, tight channel. Finally she gasped, "Duane...Duane, we...we ought to...to go."
Duane turned around for the first time, and his eyes damned near popped out of their sockets. His cock also damned near popped out of his pants! Seeing that, I let my eyes move on, and thar she blew! Jenny was on her back, Dave straddling her. She had her arms around his neck and their mouths were busy as hell on each other. He was raised up a little, and he was running his hard cock up and down her pussy, thrilling the hell out of her with the feel of the big head spreading those nice tips. "Wow!" Duane gasped. "Wowie!"
Dave started in humping. He sent the head into her, withdrew almost all of it, sent it in again. He kept at it, adding about an inch at a time, and Jenny began cooperating. She pushed herself up off the bed to take him, pulled away as he did, pushed up to get it again. I smiled to myself and crossed my fingers, moving into
Stage Two of my plan. "Don't you guys want to join them with the fun and games?"
Sally made strange sounds again, pushed herself back against the chair the way Dave had done the first night. Duane turned and looked at her. "I sure as hell do. How about it, Sal? Jesus, look at that, would you? Look at how good that has to feel."
Sally was still pushed back against the chair. "Go at her," I whispered to Duane. "Get between her legs on your knees, work your hand up to her pussy."
Duane pushed himself up; his cock was sticking out as hard as it could get now. He moved slowly, went to his knees, started rubbing his hands up and down her legs. Sally seemed half-paralyzed, so she couldn't put up her usual resistance. She couldn't stop him as he slid his hand up under her skirt, moved it up to pussyland and started playing around. As a matter-of-fact, she did the opposite; she groaned a little and slid down, her buttocks on the edge of the chair, giving him freer access to her hidden cunt. She hadn't taken her eyes off the others; she was watching them kissing, Dave playing with Jenny's tits as he kept driving his big cock in and out of her cock-loving cunt.
"Relax, Sally," I said gently. I got up, moved over and sat on the arm of her chair. I reached down and gently fondled a tit through blouse and bra. "Relax, honey. What they're doing is perfectly natural. As a matter-of-fact, it's unnatural to not do it!" She still wasn't resisting, so I kept working her tit and said, "Hey, Duane, strip down and give Sal an idea of what she's missing."
Duane either was too hot to trot to argue or had decided to leave everything to me. He pushed himself up and undressed in record-breaking time. He stood in front of her for a minute, and Sally could see the youthful body of the man she planned to marry. She could see his six inches standing hard away from his body, his balls hanging ever-so-slightly between his legs. I nodded at Duane and he went down between her legs again; this time he played a little, then began pushing her skirts up. It was a struggle, but he finally got them up enough that he could bury his face in her crotch. He was lapping all over, giving her a tonguing through the flimsy material of her panties, and she was beginning to enjoy it Just to insure success, I got up and went behind her chair, reached around her, pulled her blouse up and got hold of a bra-held tittie with each hand. I worked them as best I could through the material, and it was enough that I could feel the nipples get hard. Sally, I was sure, was hooked. "Undress her," I told Duane, "only do it gently."
Duane took her shoes and socks off. He slid her skirt and panties down. He straddled her legs so that she was looking right at his hard cock, reached down for the hem of her blouse and starting pulling it up. Sally reached for his hands, stopped him, but she had obviously decided that she had been making a mistake in holding off. She undid her own blouse, dropped it to the floor, unfastened her bra and removed it so that her firm young tits were fully exposed. She pushed herself to her feet and went into Duane's arms, ready for some real loving.
They loved standing up for a minute or so, their hands rubbing each other's bodies in every direction for as far as they could reach. But hard-cocked Duane had had enough play; he let go of her, swooped her up into his arms and carried her across to the sofa. He laid her down, then laid down himself, straddling her. Thirty seconds later there were two pair of happily fucking teen-agers just beating the hell out of that mattress'.
I was tempted to leave, knowing that they'd keep going until they popped their jollies, but when I make a promise I like to keep it. That being the case, I stripped down, sprawled in the chair, and half-assedly played with myself as I watched the action. Once it was over I'd let Jenny blow me, then I would go home with another victory chalked up-and another two bucks toward the car that I wanted so badly.
Meanwhile, it was a real kick seeing how enthusiastic Sally was now that she had gotten her first sampling of cock. Man, she was really going at it!
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The old man was still up when I got home, a rarity in itself. He was in his bath-robe, sitting in the living room reading. He looked up. "Well," he asked, letting me know why he had waited up, "how did it go?"
"No strain at all! It was just the way I figured. Once she saw all that naked male, once she saw a couple of other kids having a ball, she couldn't have stopped for anything!"
He chuckled, then asked for a play-by-play description. I gave it to him, and I wasn't far into it before he had to put a hand down in his crotch. I knew that he was holding a hard rod under the bath-robe-one that was probably throbbing from wanting to do what he was hearing about. But he settled for that, for just the hearing of it, and when I was through he said, "By the way, one of your teachers called tonight A Chuck Carter."
"Oh?" I asked, as a feeling like ice went up and down my spine.
"As long as you weren't here, he said that he'd talk to you tomorrow."
I nodded, then I decided that he was an ally, it would be better if he knew in advance in case something happened. I told him what had gone on in class. He accepted it with a nod, and I knew that if static came I could count on him.
The next day was Tuesday, die day that Susie Williams was supposed to learn the joys of life. I laid in the darkness once I'd gotten in bed and went over my plans for that; I had Frank Jorgenson, with his six inches that would give pleasure without pain, all lined up. Liz had already laid out her own plans, admitting that she rather enjoyed the idea of being involved in such a venture. I couldn't see how it could possibly go wrong. Confident, I rolled over and went to sleep.
When I left the house the next morning there was a kid waiting at the comer. I just nodded at him, because he was an eighteen year old I'd never talked to but just seen around school. A tall kid, well-built, but with a face that resembled a bull-dog's. It didn't take long for me to know that he wasn't there by accident; he fell into step with me as I headed for school "Look, kid, I hear you've got a thing going."
"Yeah?" I asked warily from the tone of his voice. "What kind of a thing?"
"You know what kind of a thing."
"Well, so what?"
"So maybe I want you to do the same thing for me."
"What's your problem?" I asked, relieved.
Tm not worried about my 'problem', " he said, "you can just make things easier for me."
"You're not making much sense," I told him.
He was quiet for about half a block, then he said, "Well, if s like this. I've got my own way of getting kicks, but I sometimes have trouble doing it That's where you could come in for me."
"Look," I said, "why don't you make it easier on both of us. Why don't you just spill it?"
"Well...well, see, it's like this. I get my kicks by watching other people in action. I figured..."
"You mean you watch them and beat yourself off at the same time?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean."
"Forget it," I said. Man, I didn't want to get involved in anything like that, take chances that someone else might foul things up. "You want to work your way to where you can do your own fucking, fine, but...."
"Naw, come on!"
"Forget it," I said, and then, to let him know that I meant business, I crossed the street and started up the other side. But I'll have to admit that it made me feel good, and it made the possibilities of the future even brighter. Jesus, if my reputation had spread up to the older kids, that made the field all the bigger. And some of them, I figured, would pay more because they had more.
I'll have to admit, though, that I couldn't help but draw up a picture of the guy in action. I mean, I imagined him standing there with his cock hanging out, working it hard while he watched someone else fucking, and then slowly beating himself off while they built themselves to a climax. I imagined that he would do the same thing, working his meat and timing it, shooting off at the same time as they did. But what a way!
I hadn't paid any attention to him, but when I reached the next corner he was there beside me again. "Look, what you said about doing my own fucking."
"Yeah?"
Well, first off, with an ugly face like mine..
"Man," I interrupted, not wanting to waste time on foolish arguments, "who fucks a face? Besides that, if that worries you, there are some pretty homely girls, and they've still got pussies and like a cock run up them!"
"Yeah, you're maybe right, but you didn't let me. finish. I got burned when I was a kid, I got these scars from the chest clean down my legs."
"It do anything to your cock?" I asked, but I realized the moment I asked that it was a silly question. Hell, if he could beat himself off it couldn't have hurt his tool any. And I realized, too, that he really didn't need my help. A little advice, maybe-some that he should have gotten long before from someone else, or something he should have figured out for himself-but that was all. "Look, buddy," I said, putting my hand on his arm, "why don't you just find yourself an ugly girl, take her out, get in a dark place and fuck the hell out of her?"
"I've tried that," he said. "The minute they feel the scars it seems to turn them off."
I mulled that over, and I decided that all he really needed was a little self-confidence. He had been turned down a couple of times and he had let it get to him. This, I told myself, was another job for Ellen Drew. Feeling as she did, she would surely feel sorry for the guy and be willing to help restore his self-confidence. But I wanted to be sure she would get some pleasure for herself out of it, so I asked, "How's your meat? How much?"
"Oh, it's okay. Seven, maybe eight inches hard."
"Okay. Is it worth two bucks to you to find out that you can fuck, after all?"
"Well...well, yeah. Hell, it'd be worth two bucks if I only got to do it once."
I smiled to myself; this was going to be easy. It was going to be a "healing on the run."
"Okay, give me the two bucks, m tell you what to do." He hesitated, so I added, "I want it now because you and I don't have to get together again. I guarantee you results; if you don't get them, find me at school and I'll give you your money back."
He gave me the two bucks. I gave him instructions on how to get to the Nordhams' and told him to be there at eight o'clock that evening. "Once the gal gets in there," I told him, "love her up. Pull your cock out, get her interested in it, then turn the lights out and go to town, old buddy!"
"Jesus!" he whispered, and as I looked down to accept the two dollars I saw that his rod was sticking out hot and hard. I chuckled; the poor bugger would probably have it all day just thinking about what he was in for that night!I
I had time before school started to track Ellen down. I told her the whole story, and she proved to be Old Faithful. With her love of cock (seven or eight inches was nothing to turn down!) and her warm heart, she readily agreed. But I had to caution her again. "Don't forget, Ellen. He needs a fuck, not a blow-job! He needs to find out that girls will still let him fuck them."
She giggled again. "Same as last time," she said. "I'll fuck him, but if it's interesting enough...."
"Be my guest," I said, "if he can get hard twice."
That settled, I forgot about it; I knew that Ellen was dependable, that I didn't have to worry. I started down the hall, only to be stopped by a smiling Duane Newton. "Hey, Sammy, three cheers I Man, that really did the trick."
"Glad to hear it," I answered matter-of-factly.
He laughed. "You know how well it did the trick? When I got Sal home and we were kissing goodnight, she made me haul my pecker out so she could kiss it goodnight, too!"
"Sounds like you've got it made," I said, and started down the hall again. Man, the way things were going, I was going to be Mr. Lovely to half the kids in the school!
My good cheer faded fast as I started into second period. Mr. Carter was standing by the door, as the teachers were required to do. I tried to slip past him as some other kids went through, but he caught me. "Sam, I want to see you after school."
I looked right at him. "Cant make it this afternoon, sir."
"I think you can," he answered, and it seemed pretty obvious what he meant He was really saying, "Make it or else!"
I tossed around all through that period and decided that there was nothing I could do. Liz would have to do her work on Susie Williams, I'd get hold of Frank and brief him so that he'd know what to do. If there had been a possibility of turning Sue's cherry-loss into a foursome it was gone; if Liz wanted to work it that way she would just have to make it into a threesome. That was one party, dammit that I would have to miss.
During the lunch hour I called Liz and told her. She said that she was disappointed ("I really figured that when things got going good it would be them going at it and you and I having our own fun!") but that she would make the necessary adjustments. I tracked Frank down and told him, and necessarily reassured him that Liz would be able to handle things. "All you've got to do, old buddy, is be there ready to fuck! You're still going to get yourself your first cherry!" He looked for a minute like he was going to hold back, anyway, so I reminded him that only a few days before he had been living a fuckless life. He finally admitted that fair was fair, he'd be there to initiate Susie Williams into the pleasures of the flesh.
I made it through the rest of the day. Once the last bell rang, I headed for Carter's room telling myself that I might just as well get it over with. When I walked in he told me to close the door behind me, then he pulled out the bottom drawers of his desk and put his feet on them, leaned back in his swivel chair. He nodded me into a chair right next to his desk. He studied my face for a couple of seconds, looked down over my body, eyed my crotch, men raised his eyes again. "Okay," he said, "tell me all about it, Sam."
"All about what, Mr. Carter?" I asked innocently.
"Come on," he said almost irritably, "let's don't play any games. I quote, T hear that you're helping guys with sex problems', end quote."
I shrugged my shoulders. "That's it," I said. "Some of the guys have been having trouble with their sex life, so I've been helping them get over it,"
"I want the details," he said, and the way he said it told me the story. He did want the details. He wanted to hear a lot of stories about sex. It seemed to add up to one, as yet unspoken, thing; either I told him or he'd perhaps make trouble for me. It sort of irritated me, but I finally told myself that I didn't have any chance. I told him how it had started, and I described a couple of my "cases" without giving any names. He listened with interest, interrupting me every once in awhile with a question, a demand for a more detailed description-and he listened, I couldn't help but notice whether he wanted me to see it or not, with a hard rod. Not only a hard one, but obviously a big one that had slipped outside of his shorts, if he wore shorts.
When I had finished he nodded his head, then he asked what I had going at the moment. I looked at him Jesus, if I told him that at this very moment Liz was getting Susie Williams primed while Frank "Hard-cocked" Jorgenson waited in the recreation room, he might decide that he wanted to go see it in action. If I told him about Ellen's scheduled meeting with the big-donged Senior for that night, he might decide to horn in on that. I swallowed, crossed my fingers and said, "Nothing, Mr. Carter. You said I had to show up here this afternoon, I cancelled the one thing I was working on."
He nodded, then put his feet on the floor under the desk and leaned forward. He fiddled with a couple of paper clips there, then he looked up at me. "All right, Sam, I'm going to let you off the hook. I'm not going to report this to the Principal."
"Gee, thanks, Mr. Car.. .
"But," he looked straight into my eyes, "it's going to cost you. You're going to pay for my silence." I swallowed.
"Two ways," he said, and his voice got lighter, "and neither one of them will be any strain for you. First, I'm going to want you to tell me about every incident like this as it happens. Second, I'll have to be perfectly honest with you and admit that I have what might be called a 'problem,' too. I happen to be hung too heavily for my wife; at least she's too small to take me. That means, of course, that my sex life as a husband is limited to blow-jobs and friction-fucking. Ifs been a long time since I've had a good fucking session, so I want you to set me up for one."
I looked up. I could tell that he was serious. I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, if I'm going to do that, I guess you'll have to tell me what you've got so I'll know who to get who could take it"
He didn't answer with words. He pushed the chair back a little and opened his fry, hauled out his whang. Honest to God, I'd never seen anything like it! My mouth must have fallen open, and that takes some doing. That monster was at least a foot long and big enough around that one hand couldn't encircle it The head was like a gigantic apricot pinkish and with a slit twice as long as any I'd seen. I shook my head.
"You let me know when you've found the girl who can take it Sam," he said conversationally as he put it away. "I can get away any night so you set it up as soon as you can."
I shook my head again, this time saying with the gesture, "Okay, I'll give it a go." At the same time I was asking myself what girl had an elastic enough cunt that she could accept something like that!
"That's al!" he interrupted my thoughts. "Just keep me posted on incidents, and let me know when you've set me up."
"Yes, sir," I half-mumbled, and pushed myself up.
I had just turned when he said, "Oh, Sam, by the way..." I turned back. He took out his wallet, pulled out a ten and handed it to me. "I might as well pay you in advance," he said. "From what you've told me, I have full confidence in your skill, and it'll be worth this."
I took the money mechanically, turned again and left his room. I don't know what I had expected, but it sure as hell hadn't been all that! And that monster of his! Man, I thought, his wife must have the biggest mouth in town to be able to take it that way, even! And I'd bet, too, because I'd seen it necessary on even smaller ones, that she'd have to pump on him with her hands at the same time to ever get it to erupt.
I checked the time and decided to take a chance. Walking as fast as I could-half-running when it wouldn't attract attention-I headed for the Nord-ham's. This time I didn't even ring the bell, because if they had Susie going I didn't want her getting scared. I went around through the recreation room and in that way. I heard noises from the bedroom and crossed over. Liz, in all her beautiful nakedness, was lying on the bed holding Sue's hand. She was finger-fucking herself as she smilingly watched Frank, his mouth on Sue's, working his plunger in and out of that virgin cunt. Sue's lower body was working with him, saying that she was enjoying that peter-dunking as much as he was.
I stripped at the door, letting my clothes fall right there, and headed for the bed. Hell, I wasn't about to let that pussy be wasted on a finger!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Everything had been going fine, but I had two problems. I still hadn't figured out a way to break down the old lady, to get her on the fun side of life, and I had to find a pussy elastic enough to take Chuck Carter. I wasn't sure which of those problems was going to be the hardest to solve; I had looked for challenges earlier, and they were sure as hell challenges!
I tackled the Carter problem first, and in doing it I became a detective again. Sam Barton, Big Dick It wasn't quite so funny now, not when I thought of the size of Carter's monster! Anyway, at the end of every period-about fifteen minutes before they ended-I raised my hand and asked to be excused. If a teacher gave me static I told her (or him) that I was sorry but no, I couldn't wait; I had to go so bad I could taste it I headed down whatever hall die room happened to be in, aiding up in the gym. It was the time when all of the kids were coming in from gym class, stripping down and heading for the showers. I spent the day, or at least those fractions of it looking at every cock in school! I made note of all the biggest
I knew it wasn't totally valid. I mean, there are a lot of guys who have cocks that are small when soft but something to be proud of when they get hard. But that didn't stop me. I looked for the biggest cock there was, and I found it on a Senior named Bob Jasper. Soft, it hung down a good seven inches and was as big around as a silver dollar. No matter how much bigger when it got hard, any gal who could take it should be able to do something with Chuck Carter's monster!
I caught up with Arlene Lowden as she was leaving school. "Hey, Arlene, you know all the Senior girls. You know any who have been out with Bob Jasper?"
She looked at me quizzically, a half-smile on her lips, then she almost floored me by saying, "Well, I have, for one!"
"You have!" I gasped out, and then I had to laugh. Hell, I might have known it! "Okay," I said, "tell me this. I've seen him soft, but how big is his whang once it's hard?"
"Honey, it's like one of those big sausages the butchers have hanging from racks. It is ab-so-lutely loverly."
"You like it, huh?"
"Like it! Sweetie, when that boy fucks you, you know you've been fucked!"
I nodded. "Well, if you like it so well, how'd you like to get one like this?" I asked, and made measurements of Carter's cock with my hands.
Arlene laughed. "That beats Bobbie Jasper, even, and I'll bet there isn't one that big in the world. But if there is, yes, cutie, I'd love to have a go at it!"
"You're not only going to have a go at it, you're saving my life," I told her, and then I told her the whole situation with Carter. She found it amusing, and I don't think that she really believed me-about the size of it, I mean-but she willingly agreed to meet with Carter the next night. I let out a sigh of relief and went along my way. That problem had been solved more easily than I had expected it to be-and I wasn't worried. With her skills, the different techniques she knew, I would have been willing to bet that even if Arlene couldn't take him up the cunt she would give him a frolic that would leave him satisfied. I gave serious consideration to arranging things so that I could be there to watch the action.
With that worry off my mind I headed for home. The minute I got there the old lady started bitching about everything in general so I just went on into my room and closed the door. I sprawled out on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. How, I asked myself, was I going to get those layers of veneer off from around the old lady? How was I going to melt the ice? Jesus, if she wouldn't respond to a hunk of meat like the old man's, attached to a strong, healthy body, what would she respond to?
I had no sooner gotten the question out again when a possible answer came to me. Young meat. Just as no older man I had ever heard of could resist nice young snatch, how could a woman resist a delicious hunk of young, not-too-used male meat? How could she not be flattered by attention and want to get her hands on a strong, youthful body-perhaps one that awakened long dormant memories? Why wouldn't the old lady go after one of my buddies the way the old man had gone after Arlene? She, too, might be tempted to let herself go and remember that night when at a peak of their "love feelings" the old man had poured it to her in the back seat of a car.
I mulled it over, and I decided that it was worth a try. The next step was to pick the-guy-and find one who would agree to screwing an older woman-and then to get them together. I tossed it around some more, and finally I came up with the answers. I went out to the living room, made sure the old lady was busy in the kitchen, and made a telephone call.
I got hold of a kid named Jimmy Walters. He and I have been buddies for a long time; he had spent many nights at my place, and I had stayed at his numerous times, so the old lady wouldn't be suspicious. He was also a good looking kid; he was only medium in height, about five foot nine, but he had a good build and kept it that way through weight-lifting. He was one of those "strong" men who weren't so muscular that they were almost grotesque. He couldn't compete with Bob Jasper or Chuck Carter in the meat department, but he didn't have to be ashamed of what he had. In one of our more playful moods we had measured off, and he stretched out to seven and a fourth once he had worked it up to maximum. He had always been fascinated hearing about my sexual escapades, so when I told him that I could supply him with some even more interesting tales he willingly agreed to come spend the night.
The old man got home. I heard him mumble the usual greetings to the old lady, then he headed for the John to clean up. I was really tempted to cross over and tell him that I'd worked out a plan to thaw out the old lady, but I resisted, smiling to myself. If things worked out right, in a day or two he'd come up to me and say, "Okay, Sammie, tell me how you did it?" If things worked out right their bed would start getting the work out it should have gotten from the beginning!
Jimmy showed up a little while after dinner. I heard him talking to my folks for a few minutes, then he came down the hall and into my room. He smiled the minute he'd closed the door behind himself, then hauled out a white handkerchief, unfolded it and let me see it. He had printed "Come Rag", across it-which meant, of course, that he fully expected the tales I had promised him to be so tantalizing that he couldn't help himself, he'd have to beat his meat. He crossed over and shoved it under the pillow on the side of the bed he always used.
Not wanting to arouse any suspicion, not wanting the old lady snooping around, we just yakked about things in general until it was the usual time to go to bed. As a matter-of-fact, we waited until we heard the folks going down the hallway, then we stripped down, I turned out the light, and we crawled in. Halfway to keep up my own image, I reached over; I got a handful of cock. "Roll over, man, I want to feel your ass. The truth is, I lured you over here 'cause I'm randy and couldn't get a girl tonight."
"It'll be a rainy day in hell when you or anybody else fucks me in the ass," he answered. "Come on, tell me bed-time stories."
I laughed, then I started in. I started with the night Jerry had called, told him all about that, and then gave him a play-by play description of everything else that had happened. So much had happened that it was hard to keep it in chronological order, but I did the best that I could. He wasn't disappointed; I wasn't far into it when I could tell that he was playing with himself. I finished up with a sort of "soap opera" finish-tune in tomorrow to find out if the luscious Arlene, with as experienced a cunt as she had, would be able to take on the big-cocked Chuck Carter! Old Jimmy reached out for my cock, grasped onto it and held while he beat himself off to a climax. "Jesus," he said when he could breathe evenly again, "having you warm me up with your wild stories makes beating myself off almost as good as fucking!"
I'd kept my promise, now I could get down to the nitty-gritty. I rolled over onto my side, put my hand on his stomach. "Jimmy, old buddy, I need your help on my project." I started.
"I'm at your command!" be said quickly. "Matter of fact, I feel crushed that you didn't call me sooner. Why the hell didn't you let me get that little cherry, or..."
"Knock it off, will ya, and listen?" I interrupted him. I hadn't told him about the old man, so I went into that now-and my theory that if I could get the old lady fucking happy the whole world would be a beautiful place. He was duly impressed by the story of the old man and Arlene getting together-he thought it was pretty great for a kid to fix his old man up! So I had to shut him up again. "This is the way I finally figured it out," I told him. "No woman, not my old lady or any, should be able to resist a nice young hunk of meat, so. . . "
"No!" he said. "Man, I couldn't"
"Knock it off and listen, godammit! AH I want you to do is this. Tomorrow morning when I leave I'll tell the old lady that you weren't feeling so hot so you're staying in bed. You just lie here and pretend you're sleeping, but you keep the damn blankets off you and you keep a hard-on. She might not even touch you, but shell keep looking in, I'll bet my last dollar, sneaking looks at your cock. If I'm lucky it'll get her so hot she won't be able to stop, she'll work on you, but even if that doesn't happen it should get her old mind going along the right route."
"Man, you're nuts, y'know that?"
"Maybe so, but I haven't failed yet." I moved my hand down to his limp cock, squeezed it. "You'll do that for me, won't you, Jimmy? You'll be a pal, won't you?"
"Well...well, I don't like the idea, but I'll tell you what. If you'll fix me up with that Arlene-she sounds like a hot little number-I'll do it."
"It's a deal," I said, and we shook hands on it. The handshake was a promise, and knowing that Jimmy never broke a promise I could go to sleep feeling that everything was in order.
When I left for school the next morning I purposely left my bed-room door open, and the old lady had fallen for the story that Jimmy didn't feel too hot. Now all I had to do was wait-anxiously, I might add-for after school when Jimmy would give me the results. In the interim, the slate was clear except for telling Carter that I had fixed him up, which I did as I started into second period. He merely nodded, a gesture that reminded me that he had said that he had full-confidence in my abilities!
There had been enough going on that I would willingly have taken a few days off. Trouble-shooting was fine, but it could also be tiring! Feeling that way, I didn't bother to look at my list, nor did I look at anyone in any of the classes and wonder about their sex lives. I just poked along, figuring that anyone who had gone without screwing this long could go without it a little longer! It lasted until the noon hour.
I carried my tray to my usual place and sat down with it. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two came as I nodded my head when one of the Seniors sat down beside me and said, "You're Sam Barton, aren't you?"
He didn't play games. He took two one dollar bills out and laid them on the table beside my tray. I looked at them and then up at him. I studied him more carefully now. He was a sort of plain-faced kid, tall and solid looking. "What's your problem?" I asked him.
"No problem at all," he said, "I just want you to fix me up with a piece of ass."
I shook my head. "You've got me wrong, old buddy. I ain't a pimp, and I ain't running a whore house." For good measure, I added, "If I was, two bucks sure as hell wouldn't do the trick!"
He looked down at the table. "Okay," he finally said, "I've got a problem, but I figured I could tell the broad, not you."
"That'd be all right," I answered, "except that if I don't know what it is, I don't know what girl can work on it."
He chewed that one over, then nodded his head without looking up. "Yeah, I guess you're right" He seemed to argue with himself, then he said, "Well, it's like this. I'm like a god-damn jack-rabbit I hardly get into a girl before I pop my wad. I take three or four strokes and that's all she wrote. I thought...well, I thought that maybe the girls you been working with, I thought that maybe one of them could figure out how to slow me down. Jesus, it's no fun at all, y'know, over that quick!"
That was something to think about! I could imagine how discouraging it could be, all ready for the fun of fucking and then having it finished almost before you started-and frustrating as hell for the girl. At the same time, I tried to figure out if and how anybody could solve it. "Look," I said, "have you ever tried taking a couple of strokes and then stopping? You know, stretching it out that way?"
He shook his head. "It doesn't do any good. Just being in that warm pussy, the bastard lets go."
It was my turn to shake my head, then I reached out and shoved the bills back to him. "Sorry, old buddy, but I don't see how I can help you. I mean..."
But there was nothing more to say. He sat there a few seconds longer, then reached out for the money. "Thanks, anyway," he said, pushed himself up and walked away. I felt sorry as hell for him, but I honestly didn't see how just trying to screw more girls would help him. And I didn't consider it a failure; it was just a problem that I couldn't handle. The only consolation-probably for him, too-was that at least he could have the fun of a little loving up and then sending his prong up a hot cunt. At least he got in a stroke or two with a healthy hard-on, and dropped a load where it was supposed to be dropped.
Jimmy Walters was waiting about a block from the school that afternoon. As I walked up to him I saw the shit-eating grin on his face, so I damned near held my breath. "Okay, old buddy, spill it!" I demanded.
He laughed. "Baby, I'm sorry I said you were nuts last night. You've got more smart than I thought, you can figure people out better than I thought you could. I'm sworn to secrecy, so I can't tell you what happened, but I'm going to talk to that tree over there, and if you happen to listen...."
He told the tree the story, and I just happened to listen in. He told it how he had laid on my bed with the blankets kicked off, playing with himself intermittently to keep a hard-on, remembering the stories I'd told him the night before to help. He told it how my old lady kept coming to the door, standing there awhile and then disappearing. He told it how she had finally tiptoed into the room; he had watched through slitted eyes as she kept her eyes on his face and reached down to feel his hard cock. She took it in her hand, squeezed it, then pulled her hand away. She did the same thing about five times, apparently going out to fight with herself in between times, then the last time she leaned over, kissed the head and then took it into her mouth. She just held it there, but old Jimmy, using his own intelligence, began to move his hips a little. He gave her the feel of a big cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and she seemed to find it rather enjoyable-at least she didn't pull away for a couple of minutes.
The next time she entered the room she was wearing her bathrobe, and Jimmy had known right away that she didn't have anything on under it She reached out for his cock again, held it in her hand and slid her own hand inside the robe so that she could fiddle with herself. Jimmy used his smart again; he moved his hips up and down again, giving her the feel of hot cock pushing up and down in her hand.
"All of a sudden she seemed sort of helpless," Jimmy told the tree. "I mean, it was like she wanted to turn and run but couldn't so instead she let her robe fall off, crawled onto the bed and straddled me. She was looking at my face again, but I still pretended I was asleep. She took hold of my cock and ran it up and down her pussy. I think that that was all she was planning on doing, but she must have carried herself too far. All of a sudden she pulls my dong straight, and she straightens out over me. I groan a little and wrap my arms around her, feel her tits on my chest, and she starts fucking herself on me until she's got my whole cock in her. Well, nobody can play games when it's gone that far. I mean, I let her know I'm awake and that I'm all for it, and away we go. I roll her over, and for a woman that old she isn't bad at all. Her tits are a little flabby, but it's still fun playing with them, and she's got a tight cunt, pouring it to her was really something. She liked it, too. Jesus, she must of shot when I did, and she damned near went out of her mind! Wrapped her legs around my back and kept screwing, gasping for breath and yelling out, 'Oh, fuck! Oh, just feel that!'
"When it was all over she was embarrassed and scared, but I told her to forget it. That's when she swore me to secrecy...and when she asked me if I'd come back again. Man, that old Sam was right, she really went for young cock!"
I laughed to myself, then told Jimmy that the tree had heard all it needed to hear. I was pleased as hell with myself that the experiment had worked-man, I told myself, that had been sheer genius! Now if she could just transfer some of that into bed with the old man...I shook my head. "Jesus," I said without thinking, suddenly realizing that I had doubted it myself, "she is human after all!"
When I got home and saw the relaxed look on her face I was convinced of it. When she forgot to start bitching I was doubly convinced of it She was living proof of my theory that a woman well-fucked is a happy woman.
I sprawled on my bed and reconsidered. It had seemed like a good idea to just wait and see what happened, but now I was beginning...well, not to have doubts, but to think that another approach might be better. I finally decided that it would, so when I heard the old man get home, mumble the usual "greetings," and then head for the John to clean up I crossed over and went in. I sat on the toilet seat while he stripped and told him, step by step, what had happened. Naked, he stood there and looked down at me, then he reached down and rubbed his cock. We were more like two buddies than father and son-two conspiring buddies. "Well," he finally said, "if she broke down that much, if she actually sucked on his cock, maybe there is hope. It isn't Saturday night, but..."
Later I listened until they went to bed. Once their door was closed I tip-toed down the hallway and leaned my ear against it. It didn't take long for me to be able to nod my head and say silently, "Well, Sam old boy, you did it again! Chalk up another victory!"
The two people who had been miserably wasting their lives were happily mouthing each other's crotches in preparation to the kind of fucking they hadn't had since they were kids!
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I had a crazy dream that night. I was walking around the neighborhood, looking up every girl I had ever known and fucked. As I'd walk up to them they would shake their head, turn and start to run away. Finally I caught one of them and asked her what the hell was going on, why all the girls were running from me. She told me, "It's no fun for us, Sammy, the way you just get in and shoot off! We like to feel a boy's cock long and nice, not for just that split second!"
I woke up, stared into the darkness, and remembered. I guess that it had gotten into my subconscious and stuck there. Finally I shook my head. "Jesus, it must be rough on the guy. There ought to be some way to help him!"
I drew up a picture of him and a girl naked. They loved up a little, then he mounted her. He slid his whang up her cooze, took a couple of strokes and that was it. Now, how the hell could you change that? I mean, if a guy's cock is so trigger-happy that it does that, well, about the only thing you could do is get him another cock! A cock transplant!
I chuckled at the idea, but then I got serious again. I guess that I hadn't convinced myself that it wasn't a failure, and I didn't like failures. Sam Barton, Trouble-shooter and healer, wanted a record of one-hundred per cent perfect; he wanted every kid around to be fucking happy, happy fucking.
I wondered. "Maybe if the girl had a really educated pussy," I told myself, "and she ran the show...maybe if she let him stroke, stopped him, let him stroke again, kept that up, maybe she could teach him to slow down. Train his old cock so it wasn't so damned eager."
It didn't take much thinking to come up with the answer that Arlene Lawden had the best-educated pussy around. She knew how to stroke with a guy, too, believe you me! I was sure that she would know; she would feel his load slipping down, ready to fire off. "Hell," I told myself, "it's worth a try. It'd probably take more than one session, but if anyone can do it Arlene is the one!"
That settled, I went back to sleep.
In the morning I couldn't believe it! When the old lady came to wake me up there was no yelling; she did it softly, and there was a softness to her face that hadn't been there for a long time. The old man came to the door right after she left, standing there naked on his way from the John back to the bedroom to dress. He smiled. "Thought you'd like to know that you did the trick, Sam. Jesus, last night it was just like we were kids again, and when we finished your mother admitted that we had been living a crappy life and wants to start over."
"Gee, that's great!"
He chuckled and rubbed his cock. "You bet your life it is!" he answered, and werit on down the hallway.
When I got to the kitchen the old lady was actually humming while she flipped french toast over. I smiled and said to myself, "like I always say, show me the woman who's happy and I'll show you the woman who's enjoying her fucking!"
When I got to school I tracked Arlene down. I told her about the poor Senior, and my idea that if she took him on and ran the show she could stretch his fucking out. She listened with interest, then asked, "How big is he? How's he hung?"
"I forgot to ask. I didn't think...."
"Well, that doesn't matter," she sort of half-laughed. "It sounds like a challenge to me, Sammie, sure I'll take him on!"
She said that she could be at the Nordham's that night, so I went in search of the kid. I finally found him talking to some friends, pulled him aside and gave him the scoop. He was so grateful-and, I guess, filled with anticipation-that he almost slobbered, but at the same time he hauled out the two bucks again.
I hesitated. "I can't guarantee...."
"That doesn't make any difference. It's worth it for a fast fuck even if it doesn't work. But if it works, Sam, believe me...."
I went on to my own home-room I got there a little early, sat and watched the other kids as they entered. I wondered if the teacher was noticing the difference, seeing the kids who used to sort of wander in coming in now with happier looks on their faces. Dave Garland was tike a new person, Sue Williams had changed almost over night "Jesus," I thought "how could they not notice? These kids are really happy now."
I wondered about their parents. How could they not notice the difference-especially someone like Frank Jorgenson's old lady.
I tried to figure out what had been my greatest accomplishment to that point. Was it getting crippled Jerry to the point where he was participating in instead of just dreaming about screwing? Was it helping Frank so that he could keep a hard-on and go all the way? Was it freeing Ellen Drew from her cocksucking-only hang-up so that she (and her brother because of it) could enjoy the other varieties of sexual activities? Was it...I finally shook my head. It wasn't any single one of them, because each one was important to the person. It wasn't even breaking down Marie Fletcher and my old lady, two older women with stronger resistance, getting them to screwing like they had as girls and thus giving their still lusty men the pleasures of life. It was all of them, and I felt pretty damned good about it.
I got to thinking about having a party. Man, wouldn't it be something to get all those people together in the same room, stripped naked...! Man, it wouldn't be a party, it would be an orgy! But a hell of a fun one. I laughed thinking about it, filing the idea away for future reference.
I remembered that I had forgotten to ask Arlene how things had gone with the big-cocked Carter the night before. We had both been too interested in the new "case." Well, when I got to second period I'd find out; it would be written all over Carter's face, one way or the other.
It was, and as I walked past him into the room he half-whispered, "You're all right, Sam. You really do the job!"
Remembering how that situation had gone, for a few moments I almost felt like a computer. You feed your information in and the computer comes out with the answer. Carter feeds in, "I've got such a big cock that my wife can't take it Who could?" The answer comes out "Arlene Lawden has the best-educated pussy in town, probably her!" Duane Newton feeds in, "My girl won't fuck, what can I do about it?" The answer comes out "You get her so hot she can't help herself. You get her watching a couple of other kids going at it she won't be able to say no."
And the computer is never wrong. But this computer differed from others in that it liked to get in on the action at times, or to just watch it at others. This computer didn't just use words; it had experienced, it used first-hand knowledge at times. This computer, it could say without egotism, had probably the best educated cock in the school, and perhaps the lustiest sexual appetite!
But at the moment the computer was standing idle. All the questions that had been fed in had been answered or were in the process of being answered. The mechanical eyes began to look around again. The flaccid cock wanted a little excitement!
I spotted a girl named Maria Winters. She's a redhead, and she's fairly nicely stacked. She has a thin face but nice features; she isn't beautiful, by any means, but she's attractive. Her tits aren't big; what she has is nice stuff. They're tike small-sized soup plates-or like they had been made in forms like that and then plastered on her, the cute little nipples added as an afterthought. She's slightly thin, but curved in all the right places, including hips that are flared out a nice ass. I had gone out with her once, played the game she wanted to play, and then just never gotten around to going out with her again. But looking at her now I remembered it, and I remembered hearing other boys talking about dates with her. It all added up to one thing that I hadn't thought about before but would in my role of trouble-shooter. Maria Winters was another person with a hang-up; she was a wild love-maker, she got a guy hot as a firecracker, then she told him that she was in the middle of her period and couldn't take cock. She kept loving him up, French kissing and letting him mess with her tits, while she beat him off. She was, in other words, another one like Ellen Drew-except that Ellen had at least given a good blow-job.
Well, I said to myself, we'll just have to get busy and teach Miss Winters the joys and the art of fucking-and this was another case that I would handle on my own. I wrote her a note asking for a date that night and sent it across to her. She read it, looked at me and finally nodded her had. Okay. I nodded back, and my pecker, having gotten enthusiastic during my contemplation, throbbed a response of its own!
In the cafeteria that noon one of the sixteen year old kids came up to where I was sitting. He sat down beside me, nervous as hell. I glanced at him, took him in; he was fairly good looking kid, well-built for a kid that age. Finally I said, "What's your problem, old buddy?"
He gulped and turned red, and it took a little prodding to get it out. He was going out on his first real date the next night, and after two or three years of just dreaming about it he was determined to get his first piece of ass. The trouble was, he was afraid he wouldn't know what to do; he had heard about my activities, so he hoped that I'd tell him what to do. I laughed and was about ready to tell him to quit worrying, just take her out, feel her up, get his cock out and let nature take its course. As eager as he obviously was, that's probably all it would have taken, even if the girl had been bashful cherry. Then I frowned. "Hell," I thought, "why not give the kid a break if he's that scared?" I looked at him again. 'Tell you what, old buddy. I've got a hot date tonight, boy. You like to watch me in action?"
His eyes just about popped out of the sockets. "Gee! Gee, you mean...you mean you'd really let me watch?"
I laughed, telling myself that it would actually be killing two birds with one stone-and that I might even get a bigger kick out of it. knowing that I was not only doing some royal screwing but putting on a show for a novice. I gave him the directions, told him what time to be there, then chuckled as I looked down and saw that he had a rod on.
I had been careful about the timing. I had picked Maria Winters up and taken her to the Nordham's recreation room; we had done a little minor petting, then I unfolded the sofa. "No sense in playing games," I said, and started stripping. Maria hesitated only a moment, then she started in; as I stripped my own clothes off I watched her female body coming into view. It was nice stuff, I told myself again, and smiled as I looked at the red-forested pussy that was going to get plugged for the first time.
We stretched out on the bed and went into a clinch, French kissing while I groped her tits and she threw a leg over me so that she could press her nice cunt up against my swollen prong. Our hands were moving all around each other's bodies, feeling all parts, and she kept grinding herself against me. Her old pussy was saying, "Yes, yes, I want that big cock!" but it had said that before. Tonight it, not some other part of her, was going to have its way; it was going to get a big cock.
I had just pushed her shoulder back against the bed and pulled up a little so that I could start mouthing her tits when the door softly opened. Maria started to raise up, but I didn't let her. Finally she said, "Sam, someone's here!"
I took my mouth from a sweet tit and looked down into her face. "I invited him to watch," I said, "so just forget about it." But I glanced over, and the sixteen year old was standing there wide-eyed and feasting his eyes on the male and female in the midst of sex. I laughed, then lowered my mouth to her tits again, reached down and began fingering her pussy as I loved first one and then the other with my mouth. She seemed to want to resist, but I got a finger into her and started working it, and that coupled with my mouth on her tits was too much for her. She reached for my cock and started stroking it Finally I started kissing my way up to her mouth, straightening my body at the same time; as I reached her mouth my cock was lying along her cunt and I gave the old hip-motion that let her have a good feel of it. "Want to play awhile longer, or are you ready to fuck?" I asked.
"Gosh, Sam, I'd like to let you, but...."
"Forget that old crap about your period, sweetie! I know that's a bunch of shit. Tonight we're going to fuck!" I hoisted my hips, reached down to take hold of my own prong and run it slowly up and down the full length of her cooze. "See how good that feels? Once you feel it sliding in, baby...."
"Please, Sam, you're so big! You'll hurt me."
I gave it a little consideration-probably using thoughts I wouldn't have used if I had been alone with her-and decided that maybe she was right. She hadn't been fucked, and I was big. Maybe she should get broken in by a small one, then she'd be able and willing to take a bigger one. I turned and looked at the sixteen year old. "Strip, kid," I said.
He gulped and turned red again, but he slowly started undressing. like I said before, he had a pretty good build for a kid that age. Fairly broad shoulders, tapered hips, strong looking. But as he slid his pants and shorts down and off I got a real surprise-sixteen he was, smaller in stature, but he had a whang that put a lot of older guys to shame. It wasn't quite as big as mine, but it was still a healthy-sized hunk of meat "Well," I told myself, "it's still a little smaller...."
I got him up on the bed with us, with Maria in the middle, and the three of us started playing around. She obviously thought that I had gotten side-tracked, and when I got him sucking on her tits and I went at her pussy with my fingers again she reached out and took a big prong in each hand. She slowly started stroking them; I let her do it a bit, smiling to myself. When I thought the time was right I stopped her. "Okay, kid," I poked the younger guy, "straddle her."
He looked up, gulped, but he obeyed. He straddled her. "Now run your cock up and down her pussy the way you saw me doing," I instructed, and again he obeyed. I smiled at the look of sheer pleasure on his face, then reached out and stopped him. I pushed his hand off his prick, took it myself and shoved it until I got the head caught. "Okay," I said, "now start shoving it in and out, only go slow. Just a little at a time."
I bent over and put my mouth over Maria's, French kissing her so that she couldn't say anything, playing with her tits with a free hand, and the kid did what I had told him. He started driving his cock in and out slowly, a little more with each drive, and it was what I had expected. Maria might have resisted, but her body spoke louder than her' words had. I could feel her beginning to like the feeling of that hunk of meat sliding deeper and deeper into her pussy; I could feel it in her lips when his prick hit her maidenhead. I swallowed the gasp she gave as he, sensing an obstacle, gave an added thrust that let him penetrate, then I knew that they were on the road. I pulled away, nodded at the kid to move up, and leaned back on my haunches to watch. He lowered his upper body and began kissing her, his youthful ass-end moving up and down in slow, cock-sinking strokes. It didn't last long; he began increasing his tempo. He increased it more, and Maria joined in. They separated, belly-clashed, separated, belly-clashed, and then they both started making sex sounds and he sent it home for the last time. I strained a little myself imagining his engine swelling as the cum went down into it, the beautiful sensations he was getting as it started shooting. Maria was getting her jollies off, too, thrashing around and thrusting her cunt on his joint even after he had quit fucking and started shooting. Finally the kid folded up on top of her, and they laid there breathing heavily for several minutes. I let them rest, then I pushed on the kid; he got the message and rolled over onto his back.
I reached out and gently rubbed Maria's moist pussy. "Nice, wasn't it? Didn't that feel good?"
"Oooooooh!" she answered.
I straddled her, rubbed my cock up and down. "Think you could take another one tonight?"
"I...I don't know," she whispered.
"Well, let's give it a try." I spit on my palm, rubbed the spit all over my cockhead, then positioned it. Leaning over to find her mouth with mine, I started working my cock in slowly. She was tight, real tight, and warm and still moist. It slid fairly easily, tight as it was, and I was getting pleasant sensations from the first stroke. In a matter of minutes I knew that it was reciprocal; she started rising up to meet me, pulling away as I did, rising up again. Finally, for kicks, I just held still and let her do the fucking, and she really went at it. She pushed herself off the bed until she'd taken me to the root, my balls falling between her legs; she lowered herself until just the head was in her, then raised up again. That tight pussy was giving my cock one hell of a thrill, and I started in again. We went at it, screwing our way to a terrific climax.
The surprise of my life came the next day. The home-room teacher gave me a message that the School Counselor wanted to see me immediately. My first thought, of course, was that he was going to read the riot act about my performance (or lack thereof) despite the real effort I had made that week.
I went in. The Counselor is a fellow in his late twenties. He was supposed to be able to "identify" with the students, so the administration had picked a "hippie" type, or "love child." He was probably a fairly handsome guy, but you couldn't really tell. You could see large eyes, a nicely shaped nose, but a beard and mustache camouflaged the rest. He had a lithe, well-proportioned body-as a matter-of-fact, if some of the stories I had heard were true I could imagine him sitting naked in a "pad" and having the female members of the "clan" waiting their turn to get at him.
Anyway, I reached his office and he leaned back, telling me to close the door behind me and nodding to the chair in front of his desk. I closed the door, sat down, and waited for the lecture to begin. But he said, "Sam, I've gotten quite a few reports on your recent activities. I'd like to know a little more about it"
"like...like what?" I asked, wondering if I was going to get the hooks put into me again, the way Carter had done it. Jesus, what if he had some kind of freaky taste that he was going to insist I satisfy or else?
His eyes twinkled. "Get off the defensive, man, I'm on your side. Tell me about your theory?"
I shrugged my shoulders and told him.
"And your goal, then, is to get everybody in the school willing and able to participate in free love?"
"I guess that's what you'd call it. I think they ought to be able to enjoy the mattress sports without any hang-ups."
He nodded. "I thoroughly agree with you. And I'll have to admit that it seems to definitely have a positive effect. A couple of what I imagine were your first 'cases' have begun to show remarkable improvement in both social life and studies." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Sam, I think that you can help me a lot in my work. Some times I can't get the kids to talk-and those are usually the ones I think are having sex problems, or at least sex is a part of it. I'd like to be able to call on you when I have such a student and have you go work on them."
"Well...well, sure," I answered. "I'd be glad to."
"Good. We'd be in touch."
I took that as a dismissal and pushed myself up. I had just reached the door when he stopped me. I turned back. "Sam, as a friend, not the Counselor, I thought I might invite you over to my place one of these evenings. There are twelve of us who live in a big house, we have some pretty good times."
"Sounds great," I answered-and it did. Man, imagine a party with a dozen people going to town! A dozen free-loving, experienced people! I'll be waiting for the invitation."
I went back to class feeling pretty good. Man, if that wasn't proof that I was fight I don't know what it would take to prove it! Old Sam Barton, trouble-shooter and healer, had been acknowledged by the authorities; his help had been asked for! "Yes, sir," I told myself, "before we're through we're going to have every kid in this school knowing how to enjoy life!"
I printed in my note-book, "Show me the happy kid and I'll show you the kid who is happy in his fucking!"
