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CHAPTER EIGHT
Stay Hard
Ellen knew she was stoned, but she was having trouble deciding just how wrecked she was, that Californian shit Barbara was handing out was really good stuff. One thing for sure, these people knew how to throw a party. To someone who didn’t know her, it would be impossible to tell if she was enjoying herself or not, a sardonic, thin lipped smirk seemed permanently fixed on her face these days, no matter how she felt. She knew it, she knew herself well enough, had looked at herself in the mirror many times in the last few years, and had accepted what she saw there. It wasn’t a matter of liking or not liking herself, she just knew who she was and that she wasn’t going to change.
But truth was, she was having a great time, good booze and hash and excellent pills, a beautiful night. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been at a bonfire, she and Christina never had one, even though they lived way out in the middle of fucking nowhere and could have burned down half the state before anyone would have noticed. And she couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed so much. Barbara was loose and easy, she had a good sense of humor and a lot of funny stories to tell about behind the scenes Hollywood at the B movie level where she worked. She had also done a good job of guessing what shit to give Bobbie Lee who was a real firecracker at a party, but always ended up going off the deep end a couple of times a night. Not tonight, she had been up, laughing, sexy, and playful, and there hadn’t been any tears or the usual drama, and now she was peacefully passed out in one of the bedrooms.
Ellen felt in control, high but alert, keen but still happy. She and Barbara had just finished another joint when the kids came tumbling into the dimly lit cottage. She watched them with great interest, wondering just what they’d been up to. She was pretty sure they were stoned rather than drunk, they were moving kind of slow and smooth, they were giggling and bright eyed. Well at least they were having fun, she could tell that nothing bad had happened. Christina was a good girl, she had a good heart, but she was just so damn eager to grow up and get out into the world. She wanted to live, okay, that was understandable, but she was so innocent, despite her intelligence, so gullible, that Ellen was afraid she was in for a major heart break. Julliette was worse, she thought she was a little fox, but she wasn’t really bright enough to elude the wolves she was going to attract. She might have gotten away with the little tease act with teenage boys when she was still jail bait, but she was fair game now, and was going to start running into men who wouldn’t take no for an answer once they had been led on.
The two younger girls were orbiting around Tommy, the young stud, even while his beautiful, sexy girlfriend literally kept her hands on him, he was the danger. He was gorgeous, well built, had a great head of hair, was clean and good natured, all the things that would attract any female, and he’d been around. At the bonfire earlier Barbara had asked him to get out his guitar and play, the kid was good, and they all said he was even better with an electric guitar. That would do it for Christina, she would be on all fours, ass in the air like a dog if he showed the least interest in her. Ellen decided she was going to have to get to know him better, keep an eye on him.
She did just that, watched him say goodnight to Barbara, help each of the girls up the ladder to the loft, and then come back down after a decent amount of time. The Coleman lanterns had been shut down a while ago, and now the last of the candles were guttering low, he noticed her sitting alone in the dark finishing her drink, and smiled at her confidently. ‘Cocky little bastard,’ she thought.
‘Did you have a good time, Mrs Weaver?’ he asked. He was steady on his feet and his voice was crisp and sober, she wasn’t sure what to make of that. Did it mean that he was behaving responsibly, looking out for everybody while they got stoned, or was he staying alert so he could take advantage of everybody when they passed out?
She nodded and smiled, leaning back casually in her chair, looking him over coolly although the effect was probably lost in the dim light, ‘it’s been a while since we’ve had so much fun around here,’ she replied.
‘You’re still goin strong, I see,’ he said in a tone of respect.
She chuckled her throaty, sexy chuckle, ‘You bet. You look pretty good yourself,’ she said. She thought about giving him a lecture about drinking and drugs, but she wasn’t that stupid, the mothers around here didn’t have much moral high ground to stand on.
‘Well, I’m just going out to check on the generator, then I’m gonna crash,’ he said.
‘And just where will you going to be crashing?’ she asked realizing that she didn’t even know where she was going to sleep herself.
‘I’ll take the couch,’ he replied. ‘There’s plenty of room for you in the bed where Mrs Lange is,’ he motioned over to the spare bedroom, ‘or there’s another bed in the loft.’
‘All very cozy,’ she said, testing him, seeing if he would go somewhere with it. She was sure she could feel lust coming off of him, but he was pretty cool, he wasn’t jumping at the bait.
‘Sure, it’s nice to see that everybody is friendly,’ he replied, then went to the door and let himself out quietly.
She sat for a few moments before she got up and followed him outside, ‘fuck it,’ she thought, ‘it’s been a long time since I had a decent cock.’
It was very dark, but she was able to follow the little spot of white light from his flashlight to the door of the washhouse and then slip inside, waiting for him to come from around back where the generator was.
‘Tommy?’ was all she said when he came through the door.
‘Mrs Weaver?’ it was a question, but he didn’t sound very surprised.
‘Come in here for a moment, I want to have a word with you,’ she said sternly.
‘Sure Mrs Weaver,’ he replied.
They were about equal in height and he had a few pounds on her, but she was able to take him by surprise and pin him up against the wall as soon as he shut the door. She pressed the full length of her body hard up against him, hands firmly on his shoulders. He didn’t resist or fight back, it was so dark that she could just see the glistening of his eyes, and so couldn’t tell if he was smiling or afraid.
‘I know all about teenage boys,’ she said in a knowing, seductive voice running her right hand down his chest to his crotch. ‘All hard … And full…,’ she suddenly forgot what she was going to say because she had reached his cock long before she thought she would. He was hard, that was to be expected, but she had no idea he was so well hung. Holy shit, she thought, jackpot.
He didn’t move, in fact his body relaxed under her hands. ‘What I mean is,’ she went on, sliding her hand down the length of his shaft, feeling its girth, then back up to the massive head, ‘With all these women around you’ve got to be as horny as hell.’
‘Yes ma’am,’ he replied respectfully while at the same time bringing up his hands to her hips.
‘I’ll bet you’re walking around with a hard-on all day, doesn’t matter how many times you get off,’ she went on as she worked her way inside his shorts to feel the actual hot flesh of the monster. His hands stayed on her hips, fingers stroking lightly while he shifted to make her explorations easier.
‘Yes ma’am,’ he replied.
She bent down a little so that she could get a grip on his big balls and give then a hard squeeze, ‘Well I want you to understand that I don’t want any of this getting inside my daughter, no matter how much she wants it.’
‘I understand ma’am, I have a girlfriend,’ he replied calmly, obviously not too worried about having his balls squeezed.
‘Oh, I don’t think one girl is enough for you sonny boy,’ she growled and kissed him hard driving her to
ngue into his mouth. He met it deftly, not timidly, but not aggressively either, letting her be the boss. She backed off a little, ‘Take off your shirt,’ she commanded and felt a deep sexual thrill of power when he immediately obeyed.
Feeling her way in the dark she ran her hands over his well-developed chest, pinching at his hard little nipples, and then down his flat belly to the sensitive area just above the crotch. She chuckled when he involuntarily jerked and gasped a little, ‘Do you fuck your girlfriend?’ she asked.
‘Yes ma’am,’ he replied and she immediately kissed him forcefully again. His hands returned to holding her lightly just above the hips and she couldn’t help but shiver herself. Her loose blouse was undone down almost to the bottom, and hung untucked over her hip huggers, it was easy for him to slide his hands up under it and rest them just below belly button level.
‘Often?’ she asked kissing his lips now with short kisses.
‘Yes ma’am.’
‘Does she suck your cock?’
‘Yes ma’am, all the time.’
‘All the time, huh,’ she said. The head of his cock and about three inches of shaft were already protruding out of the top of his loose shorts, she grabbed the waistband at each side and yanked them down a couple more inches, ‘Get those off too,’ she said. She gave him a little space, and as he was stepping out of the shorts she asked, ‘Do you fuck her mother?’
‘No ma’am,’ he replied.
She quickly slipped out of her blouse and pressed her tits against his smooth, hard chest. ‘Christina and Julliette?’
‘No ma’am.’
She had one hand squeezing his balls again while the other worked up and down his long shaft, ‘Well, Julliette probably needs it to smarten her up, but stay away from Christina,’ she said.
With one hand he deftly unsnapped the button of her hip huggers and slid down the zipper, ‘Yes, ma’am,’ he replied.
‘Alright,’ she said, but the sternness of her message was blotted by her sudden, instinctive moan as he pushed her pants down to the top of her pubes and gently caressed her lower belly with his thumbs. She kissed him again, violently to cover her weakness, it had been a long time since she had any cock at all, and the power of her desire took her by surprise. Her pussy was soaked and swollen, and her knees felt weak. She clung to his neck as the long, fierce kiss continued, this boy hadn’t just fucked girls, he’d definitely fucked women, some experienced woman had taught him technique, and confidence. This was going to be even more fun than she had imagined.
As they kissed he pushed her pants down to just below her ass cheeks giving her the freedom to grind her clit against his shaft. The rhythm and the firm contact steadied her a little, even as she climbed to a higher plateau of pleasure, and she was able to break off the kiss, ‘Do you lick your girlfriend’s pussy?’ she growled.
‘Yes ma’am,’ he replied confidently.
‘Well, let’s see what you can do,’ she said and pushed his head down to her crotch. He knelt down and pulled her pants to her ankles while gently nuzzling her neatly trimmed bush. She stepped out of them and sat on the bench with her legs wide. ‘Come on, eat me, baby,’ she said, delighting in her words, and the wickedness of saying them to a nineteen year old boy.
It was not the most ideal of locations, but he got down there and did his work dutifully and well, and she was already in such a state that it didn’t require much to bring her to a shuddering, hip thrusting climax. She grabbed a towel lying beside her and bit down on it to keep her cry from echoing around the lake.
She would have liked to have spent more time with his cock, but she was beyond that now. Even as the waves of orgasm were subsiding, she quickly slid off the bench and turned around to face the wall, offering him her dripping wet ass while she rested her forearms on the bench. ‘Don’t fuck around Tommy, do it now, get it in there, now!’
He was willing and able, and very quickly she felt the broad head of his big cock forcing its way into her from behind. She grabbed the towel again, he was big, even for her, even drenched with juices and loose with lust, and as he drove his shaft home she cried out again and clenched up as a new wave, deeper, fuller than the last rocked her body. She was lost for a while in a daze before she became conscious again of his hard, thrusting as he slammed into her cunt again and again. He had her firmly by the shoulders and used the leverage to press her insides hard. He had finally lost his composure, and was hammering away recklessly, growling, ‘Yes, yes, yes, Mrs Weaver, give me that ass, come on give it to me, give it.’
She could feel herself rising to yet another release, but she was afraid that he was going to tear her knees on the concrete floor, and knew that she had to end it, she needed to get him off, so she dropped the towel from her mouth and started to encourage him, ‘Come on, fuck me Tommy, fuck that ass, come on, big boy, give it to me. Shoot inside me. It’s okay, go ahead, come on, give me that load!’
He obeyed her harsh growled commands and after just a few more thrusts sent his steaming load shooting inside her while he groaned and shuddered and slapped her ass. ‘Oh ya that feels good. Oh ya, Mrs Weaver, that feels real good!’ he said. He rolled off of her and lay back on the bench sighing.
It had been fantastic, but she had recovered quickly, had taken a quick shower and was drying off before he sat up. She could see his eyes and teeth shining in the dark. He didn’t seem sheepish at all, or awkward, ‘Thank you Mrs Weaver, that was great,’ he said. She was very close to him, but he didn’t make a grab for her or babble any inanities, this boy was used to getting fucked.
When she had dressed, he stood up, and she pressed up against him, grabbed his long hair at the back of his head and pulled just a little, ‘Remember what I said about Christina,’ she hissed.
‘Yes, Ma’am.’
She eased up a little, and returned her voice to a seductive tone, ‘Alright, you keep your mouth shut, and stay away from my daughter, maybe we can do this again some time,’ she said. She half wanted to kiss him and start all over again, but she resisted, she wanted to remain in control.
‘I look forward to it Mrs Weaver,’ he replied.
She smiled despite herself, ‘Good,’ she let go of him and headed for the door. Before she opened it she turned and grinning wickedly said, ‘Stay hard Tommy.’
‘I will Mrs Weaver,’ he replied, she could hear the smile in his voice and it stayed with her, thrilling her as she slid back through the night to the cottage.
Chapter Nine
I love fun
Juliette’s pussy brought her slowly out of her restless sleep. She was horny, Tommy’s big t-shirt that she was sleeping in tormented her with its heavenly scent, in her sleep it had got all twisted up almost to her boobs, and her tiny panties had slipped to one side. She had been fingering her clit in her sleep and as she woke up she just kept doin it. She moaned in quiet frustration, conscious of the bodies of the other girl’s beside her on the floor of the warm loft. Jamie and Christina didn’t stir, even as she rolled onto her side and drew up her knees to crush her hand against her pussy. Then she realized that she had to pee.
‘Oh no,’ she groaned softly. How the hell was she supposed to find her way to the outhouse in the dark woods? She didn’t know the way, and she was terrified of the dark, bad things happened in the dark. God, she couldn’t hold it, she’d have to go outside the cottage and squat by the door, but even that scared her. She thought of waking someone up to go with her, but who? Christina, her mother, wait, where’s Tommy?
She slipped her sneakers onto her bare feet and crept down the ladder from the loft, trying to make out shapes in the dark room below by the faint glow of fireplace embers. She didn’t see anybody, ‘Tommy,’ she hissed as she hesitated at
the bottom of the ladder.
‘Over here,’ he whispered, and there was movement over by the couch. Fear and excitement almost made here pee right where she was standing. ‘Hang on,’ he said.
A second later he was standing next to her, shrugging into a t-shirt. She hugged him and gave his butt a quick feel. He was wearing his wide legged gym shorts and no underwear. ‘I’m cold, and I gotta pee,’ she said, putting her mouth close to his ear and leaning all of her body hard against him, it was sexy to say that, to be thinking that she wanted him to come with her while she squatted in the bushes.
‘Come on,’ he whispered and took her by the shoulders and gently guided her to the door and out into the night. It was still warm outside, even a little humid, and much brighter than inside, but the night was alive with the buzzing of mosquitoes, which immediately descended on them. ‘Run with me,’ he said and he took her by the hand and they made a dash for the washhouse. They got in there quick, shutting the door tight against the swarming bugs. He left the light off and led her to the shower stall where he let go of her, ‘Go ahead,’ he chuckled, ‘I won’t look.’
She started to giggle uncontrollably, the washhouse was pitch dark, so they couldn’t see each other even a few feet apart. She was giddy with excitement, horniness, and the need to go. The sound of her giggles covered the sound of her tinkling over the drain, and that, along with the effort to keep her voice down, gave her the giggles even worse. When she was done, she managed to choke out, ‘there’s no paper.’
‘Come on,’ he said again, and his strong hands guided her back to the other end of the washhouse where there was a large, laundry type sink. He stood her up against the wall and she could hear the sound of water running, ‘Take your panties off and lift up your shirt,’ he said.
Her heart flipped over, she stopped giggling, dropped her panties lickity split, and lifted the shirt up all the way past her boobs. ‘Ohhhhh, Tommy, you’re an angel,’ she breathed as his warm, wet fingers started gently washing her slit. She leaned against him, biting the material of his t-shirt at his upper arms while she sagged down onto his strong hand, twitching her hips just a little. ‘Ahhhhhh, don’t stop Tommy, don’t stop, please don’t stop,’ she moaned.
But he did stop, despite her efforts to snatch his hand and keep it there. ‘You must be thirsty,’ he said.
‘Sure, but Tommy…’ she realized that she was actually very thirsty, in fact the inside of her mouth felt like flannel. He had let go of her, then she heard him spit into the sink.
‘Here, take some of this,’ he said and handed her a bottle of mouthwash. It felt great to rinse out her mouth, and she realized that it would also make it much nicer for kissing. She was aware of where he was now, she stood beside him and spit, then waited while he drank water from under the tap. He moved aside, took her hand carefully and slipped a pill into it, ‘This’ll make you feel better, take a good drink with it,’ he said.
She popped the pill without hesitation, she was used to taking pills, she had to go up on tip toe to get her mouth under the tap, but he gave her a boost by standing right behind her and lifting her up with his hips. The water was delicious, everything was delicious, she ground her ass into him even as she drank a gallon. ‘That’s enough,’ she finally said, ‘or I’ll have to go pee again.’ She started giggling, and only stopped when he let her down and she whirled around, reached up, threw her arms around his neck, and shoved her tongue into his mouth. He held her tight and kissed her back hard, and she climbed right up him, wrapping her legs around his waist and humping him.
‘Come on, Tommy, please fuck me,’ she said, thrilled at saying those words out loud, even if just in a whisper.
‘I’ve got a girlfriend,’ he replied, but she could hear the humor in his voice.
She bucked violently against him, ‘Don’t…tease…me…Tommy,’ she growled.
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