Message-ID: <29135asstr$983225406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: kellis X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Subject: {ASSM} The Innocent Fugitives Ch22 {Varkel} (Mbg MF oral anal ped) Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2001 17:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw The Innocent Fugitives a Novel by Varkel Copyright (C) 2001, Varkel Chapter 22: Doves and a Chicken Hawk "But you're the biology teacher!" Alan's mouth had fallen open below eyes large as marbles. Hawker, reclining at ease in a robe and slippers, cocked an eyebrow. "Bobbie didn't tell you?" His gaze turned to the girl. "Does he know what to expect?" "Yeah, he knows most of it. Come on, Alan. Hang your clothes on this chair." The lad proceeded to obey, gaping around at the many instruments and the mural-covered walls. Kicking off his boots, he pointed at one and giggled. "That looks like a knob." Hawker followed his pointing finger. "A knob?" "It's what Bobbie calls a dick-head," the lad explained. The man smiled. "Its proper name is glans, or glans penis, and you're right. That is indeed a painting of a somewhat stylized glans, seen head-on, so to speak, and hugely enlarged. Not many get to see one in that condition. The eye is swollen with the first pearly pulse of semen, just beginning to emerge." "Wow!" cried the lad in awe, pausing as he lowered his britches. Hawker suggested, "You've seen a few, less the pearly pulse, haven't you?" Alan blushed faintly and turned away to lay his pants over the chair. Hawker said to Bobbie, "You did say he has some experience?" The girl, stepping out of her panties, grinned. "Tell Jolly Pink how many dicks you sucked, Alan." "Jolly Pink?" The boy stared around at the man wonderingly. Hawker chuckled. "Call me Jolly when I'm playing the woman, otherwise Pink. It even agrees with my politics." Bobbie faced him naked, hands on her hips. "How about we call you Pinkie?" Alan stood beside her but shook his head, eyes on Hawker's beard. "He's not pink." "His best part is," averred the girl. "Show us your kno-- your glans, Pinkie." But the man was staring glassily at the perfection on display before him. Below the necks they could have been twins in all respects, skin tone, graceful fleshiness of shoulders, arms, hips and legs, except for the girl's labial slit and the boy's small protruding genitals, both essentially hairless. To complete the similarity, even the hair of their heads, blond, short and straight, was nearly the same. The girl's was only slightly longer. The boy's facial features, however, were finer. His nose was slimmer and shorter, his lips thinner, cheekbones more recessed, chin less defined. He was the prettier, but only in the face and to Hawker's prejudice, between the legs. The man took a deep breath and began the oft-rehearsed spiel that he'd forgotten for the girl but fortunately had proved unnecessary. "Before we go any further, we have to agree on something. Alan, do you have any idea what would happen to you, in fact to your whole family, if you told anyone what we do here?" "Ah, ah --" "Then let me explain it. The cops and the newspapers would be extremely interested. If word got to them -- and you can be sure it would -- they would descend on you and your family like a swarm of stinging bees. The effect on you would be worse than a swarm of bees. The whole world would say, "There goes Alan Shindle, the boy that did those awful things. And there goes the family of Alan Shindle. God, how ashamed of him they must be!" The man droned on for half a minute, declaring that Alan would find himself torn away from everything that he loved in life. Bobbie listened to the words and generally agreed with them from her own observations, but she produced a crooked smile when they concluded without mentioning the far more severe consequences for the man. Alan had listened politely. To the surprise of both he responded, "I know all that." "You do?" inquired the man, eyebrows rising. "Yeah. It's what happened to my cousin." "Your cousin Carl?" Bobbie asked. "Just recently? I thought you said --" "Not that one. Dell, his older brother." She was curious. "Did you do Dell, too?" "No, but Carl did. Dell did some other boys and one of them told. They took Dell away and put him in a hospital. You don't have to worry about me, Mr. Hawker." "Call me Pinkie," said the man in warmer tones. "So, Alan, you have so far had sex with two males, your cousin and Bobbie's friend?" The boy sneered. "She told you, did she?" Hawker waved his hand. "It's okay to tell people who have as much to lose as we do. But is it true, only two?" Alan took a breath. "Three," he said in a low voice. "Another man?" asked Bobbie. "No. The kid next door." "Uh-oh!" exclaimed Hawker, raising his recliner. "Do we know him?" Alan shook his head. "He goes to public school." "How old is he?" "Thirteen, like Carl." "What did you do?" "Jacked off." "Each other?" "Yeah." "What else?" "That's all. He said guys who suck cocks make him sick." Hawker chuckled. "And what did you say?" "Good-bye." "Smart lad! I really believe you'll be all right." "I told you that," said Bobbie. She took the boy's arm and led him to stand beside the man's chair. "Alan knows about your, uh, glans." "My glans? What about it?" "Most glans aren't as thick as the main part, but yours is thicker." "Oh, you noticed that, did you?" "Alan wants to see it." The lad blushed. "I didn't say that!" The man smiled in delight. "You even blush like a girl, down to your navel. My boy, do you have any idea how delectable you really are?" "Del-- del--" Alan wanted to ask what the word meant, but the man's arm went around him, pulling his face down into the beard for a kiss wet with thrusting tongue. He tasted strong mint and felt a large hand caress his testicles, then work the loose skin of his member. The man turned his face away slightly. "If you want to see it, go ahead and look." The boy parted the man's robe and found the half-erect organ peeking from its thick nest of wiry hair. "Can I ... ah ..." "Do you whatever you like." Mindful of his disappointment with the boy next door, Alan immediately sagged over the chair, down the man's body, and triumphantly gulped the rising organ into his mouth. Hawker twitched as if he had not expected quite so much enthusiasm. He stretched out a bit in the chair, easing the lad's access, and stared at Bobbie, who watched with a slight smile. She smirked, "I told you: he loves cock." "I don't remember you saying that exactly, but obviously he does. How marvelous! Do you have any idea how much careful persuasion it usually takes to get to this point?" She only smiled. He stroked the boy's back for a while, still fondling his genitals, before raising him with a hand under his chest. "All right," he declared, "you've got it up there. Check and see if Bobbie described it correctly." "I already know," the boy admitted. "You've got the biggest knob I ever sucked. And, wow! Your balls sure do hang down. Can I feel of them?" "After a while. Bobbie and I like to suck dicks, too, you know. Get up a second." When the lad arose, Hawker leaned forward and keyed commands into the laptop computer sitting on the nearby tray. "What's that for?" asked Alan. "I'll show you in a few minutes," the man answered. He rose from the chair, threw off his robe and pushed the rolling tray over beside the king-size bed. "Come on," he told the two youths, positioning Alan flat on his back, small penis standing straight up, Bobbie kneeling beyond him, face bent low above the penis. The man knelt between the lad's legs, likewise bent. He tapped another key on the laptop. "You start, Bobbie. Let's see which one of us can get his juice." "What's the computer for?" asked the boy, ignoring the girl's mouth that enclosed him. "I told it to make a movie of you getting your dick sucked." "A movie? Who's running the camera?" "It's programmed for image content recognition. Don't worry. It'll catch every slurp. Now my turn, Bobbie." She released the penis and Hawker transferred the rubbery object to his own mouth, noting again the lack of feminine flavor in her spittle. He resolved to ask her how many times she had experienced menses, but the slender smoothness of this almost mature penis was the greater marvel. "God, that's a nice one!" he exclaimed when he finally turned it back to the girl. "I see you mean to win," she noted sourly before her head plunged. "Sorry," the man muttered. "That's such a sweet little dick that I forgot myself." Leaving her in possession, he elevated the boy's buttocks enough that he could turn his face sideways and lick the small, tight scrotum, mouthing it with his lips, careful to compress it lightly. The lad groaned. Above him the girl's lips vibrated with the power of her suction. "You're right," Hawker admitted, raising his head and flipping the throbbing penis from her mouth into his own. Almost immediately he caught the first strong spurt. But he turned the organ toward the girl and painted her face with the next, splashing past her still-rounded lips. Her eyes flew wide in startlement, only to be slashed by the third squirt. She backed away in time to save herself from the fourth, at which the man remouthed the pulsing organ to let the boy enjoy the remainder of his climax. "God damn it!" declared the girl, rubbing her eyes with both fists. "Does it sting?" he asked solicitously. Her hands fell away and she blinked at him rapidly. "No, it doesn't," she admitted in a note of surprise, "but it always did before." He chuckled. "An advantage of young spunk." "What do you mean?" "The younger the prostate, the less leakage from the bladder." "'Prostate?'" He handed her a towel. "Want to see the movie we just made?" "Sure!" Hawker rose to a sitting position on the bedside and keyed something into the laptop computer. "Look at the big screen." Beside him Alan rose on his elbows as a voice from across the room suggested, "You start, Bobbie. Let's see which one of us can get his juice." Both young faces were rapt. While they watched, Hawker got to his feet and left the room through a connecting door. He was greeted by Bobbie's voice when he returned: "No, it doesn't, but it always did before." At the end of his explanation of the stingless semen he touched a key on the computer and beside it set a serving tray containing two cola bottles, two tumblers of ice and a goblet of wine. "Have a drink," he told his guests. "That was so cool!" Alan pronounced, still regarding the large screen, now blank, with wide eyes. "Who made it do the close-up?" asked Bobbie, reaching for a tumbler. Hawker showed them a button on the end of a cable. "I did." "Can you make one of _me_ sucking?" asked the boy. "You mean, like this?" Hawker turned and keyed another sequence. The large screen suddenly lit with a close-up of a colorful robe open around a boy's head, profile turned to the camera, bobbing upon a thick penis in a background of wiry, dark hair. "That's me!" Alan declared, obviously delighted. But shortly the depicted head rose away from the organ, seen indeed to have a glans swollen wider than its shaft. The lad sniffed. "I want one to come on _my_ face!" "All right," Hawker retorted, "if you mean that, we'll do it next." "I mean it." "What about me?" Bobbie asked. "Oh, you have the central part in our next little play." The man smiled. "First, drink your drinks and tell me what you think of this." He keyed something else on the computer and sat back between them, an arm enclosing each young body. "I know him!" declared Alan, staring wide-eyed at the screen. A naked boy was sitting atop another, prone in the bed, feet towards the camera. The upper lad grimaced as he worked his hips back and forth, one hand holding his genitals aloft so that the camera could clearly view the lower penis impaled in his rectum. "Who is he?" asked Bobbie. "He's one of my regulars," the man announced smugly. "Watch." The sitting boy slowly laid his body back upon the lower one, retaining the lower penis, while his own thrust vertically into the air. A third naked boy arrived to crouch over the supine pair. He stuck out his tongue at the camera with a grin. "I know him, too!" declared Alan. "So do I," Bobbie agreed. The newcomer slathered the upstanding penis with something that made it shine, then settled his buttocks carefully around it. He worked them back and forth as the second had done, also holding his genitals aloft to reveal another complete penetration. Then he lay back upon the first two, the second organ retained, his own standing tall. Hawker asked, "Bobbie, how would you like to perch on that one?" "Huh! I want all three." On the screen Hawker himself appeared, also stark naked, his thick hair in stark contrast to the other smooth bodies. He also swung atop the pile of bodies but did not sit. Instead he leaned forward, leered at the camera and slowly sucked the third penis into his mouth. At that point the whole pile began a gentle oscillation with the man's head bobbing atop it all. The screen blanked momentarily. "Wow!" declared Alan. Bobbie noted, "The second boy was younger than he is now." "Very good," the man agreed. "That sequence was made last year. What do you think of this one?" Another scene began, showing two boys arranged one above the other in a "69," joined after a moment by two others who penetrated the first two anally. A succession of such scenes played out. Obviously the man had set up the controls in advance; he merely sipped his wine, sometimes fingering the lad's genitals or the girl's slit, and commented on points of special interest. Bobby observed huffily, "Why don't you show girls?" The man coughed. "They're hard to persuade." She laughed. "I get it: you never had one!" His finger parted her labia. "I have one now." "Maybe--" she sniffed -- "if you put something else in there." The man chuckled and touched a laptop key. The screen blanked. "All right," he promised, "you shall have it." He arranged the girl on her back where Alan had lain, with a pillow to raise her haunches. He waddled between her legs and presented his bulbous erection to her immature vagina, letting it barely touch the lips. "Alan, crawl behind her head. Let her suck your dick, if she's of a mind, and lean forward over her belly. Did you ever lick a clit?" "A what?" asked the boy, kneeling over Bobbie's shoulders and leaning forward on his hands. His re-erected penis dangled near her cheek. She raised her head enough to spy Hawker's plan for her other end. "This lump right here. See her jump? It's where she feels good. Think you can lick it?" "Sure!" The lad bent to the task. "Ah-oo!" Bobbie howled, twisting her hips. "Not so hard!" ordered the man. "It's very sensitive. Go easy; light strokes are required. Don't you agree, Bobbie?" After a bit the girl shuddered slightly. "Yeah, but I'm still waiting to be filled up." "Next on the program. Alan, I intend to swap back and forth between her cunt and your mouth. Do you understand what I mean?" The boy tilted his head back. "No." "First I'll put it into her for a bit, like this ..." With knees splayed under her buttocks, thumbs holding her labia apart, he hunched closer to the girl and entered the crimson vagina, burying himself with a few short hip strokes. Bobbie sighed and arched her back. "Continue to lick," Hawker instructed the lad, who had already bent to stare cross-eyed at that most intimate of spectacles. "The top of your cock?" he asked. "No, her clit. Well, both, if you wish." Shortly the girl's arms encircled the boy's hips and her own hips began gently to roll back and forth. The lad shuddered as she took him finally into her mouth. "Now," the man announced, "I'll pull out of her and put into you -- briefly, Bobbie, briefly. Don't be concerned. When my cock bumps your nose, take it in." He suited action to word. At first the lad admitted only the head but soon sucked it deeper. The man chuckled. "Tastes different, does it?" He looked over his shoulder at the ceiling light fixture containing a tiny state-of-the-art video camera, making sure that he leaned back far enough for it to focus on the junction before him. Bracing himself on hands behind, he removed himself from the boy with an audible pop and resubmerged into the smooth vagina. On the deeper strokes his pubes encountered the lad's forehead. "Ah, god, what a spectacle!" he declared. "I think both of you will enjoy the movie. You're both blushing a little. Alan, your cheeks are the same color as her lab-- her pussy lips and your shoulders the same as her thighs. Michelangelo would have loved to paint this scene. They say he wasn't so particular where he put his cock, either... That's right, open up again... Just a few sucks... Now back into the cunt... Ah! Such a remarkable organ! Even one this young and presumably small, certainly unstretched by parturition, can fully accommodate the eager penis... And mine is becoming eager. Aha! Feeling good, is it, Bobbie?" The girl had groaned nasally and clasped the man's sides in her knees. He felt the closure of her vaginal sphincters as her hips thrust against him forcefully. "Ow!" cried Alan, turning up a wide-eyed wet face. "She bit me!" He raised his buttocks higher in the air. Suppressing a laugh, the man said soothingly, "She didn't mean it. She's just coming. Keep licking her, a little harder now." The face went down again. Shortly the girl produced a series of moans, becoming a scream as her body convulsed. Hawker felt his own fluids rising. He pumped vigorously into her as, still screaming, she struggled to get out from under the boy. Hawker withdrew from her and thrust against Alan's nose. The boy raised up, mouth opening just in time to receive the man's first squirt. Taking his organ in hand, Hawker directed the subsequent flow into the aghast face. Apparently the lad had forgot his desire to be so painted; he struggled to rise, pushing against the girl's flailing knees, trying to back away. But Hawker caught his upper arm and restrained him momentarily, while spurt after spurt, carefully reserved for this occasion, splashed on cheeks, eyelids and forehead. Both youths were screaming by the time they extricated themselves. Hawker, leaning far back on his heels, was laughing with abandon. At last he straightened up, still chuckling, and grinned at the two youths withdrawn together across the wide bed, staring at him with wide eyes. But even as his own mirth subsided, they discovered the humor. Bobbie was first with her chuckle, pointing at the boy's dripping face. "You bit me!" he accused, which redoubled her laughter. He apparently found it contagious and soon joined in. Quickly Hawker turned to his laptop to make sure the cameras' Doppler guidance had followed the youths' withdrawal to capture the current exchange. He handed Alan a towel. "Be careful wiping your eyes. My spunk won't be so mild as yours." As the lad worked, Bobbie scurried back across the bed to the man and pressed against him. "I came so _hard_," she announced breathlessly. Hawker smirked at her. "May I conclude that you particularly enjoy tongue and cock together?" "Oh, wow!" she responded enthusiastically. "It's way cool!" "Excellent. I have another combination that you enjoy, or so I noticed the other day." "What's that?" "You'll see. All cleaned up, Alan? Sit beside me and rest while we watch the movie... Let me see how badly you were bitten... Here, let Pinky kiss it and make it well." * * * Slumped at his computer, straining to remember the German word for tuyere without taking the time to access the Internet, Tom jerked erect at the soft knock on the door. Rising, he lifted the impromptu lock, a chair, from beneath the doorknob and snatched the door open to reveal Allison's well-bundled figure, standing with raised fist and hopeful expression. She parted her lips to speak, but he caught her in his arms, yanked her into the apartment and kissed her hungrily, tongue taking full advantage of the open mouth. She laughed huskily when he finally allowed their faces to separate. "Have I come at a bad time?" she asked playfully. "Not a moment too soon! I was on the verge of self abuse." "Really? That would be fun to watch." She chuckled. "I studied you and Alan. It's fascinating how a penis twists and jumps when you jack on it. But how did you get yourself so worked up? I was here night before last." Tom held his lover lightly and nuzzled her neck. "I'm like an addict. I begin to quiver and twitch without a daily fix from you." Allison stood back from him to remove her parka, which she tossed on a chair. "I missed you too, darling. But I can't say I was reduced to twitching. Girls don't do that, you know." "Huh! Maybe they don't have to. We never did go over all that happened at Professor Dickerson's farm last weekend. I bet you got off more than once, didn't you?" Tom pretended to pout. "It was an orgy, wasn't it?" "Actually it was more like a sleep-over seminar. There were almost a dozen of us. I know I told you that." She sat on the edge of the bed to remove her boots. "We took the reign of Charlemagne apart. Did you know he was an incestuous pedophile?" "Don't tell me about Charlemagne, tell me of Dickerson's farm. Ten of you, huh? And how many beds were there?" He sat beside her and cuddled a handful of breast. "Three beds and two couches. We didn't sleep much, though." "I bet you didn't! I can just see Dickerson lining you up to fuck, even the guys." "I'm sure the old man would have loved something like that, Tom, but I doubt he's able to get it up outside his dreams. Are you really jealous?" She spoke with her lips brushing his. "You know I would never let another cock touch me without your permission." "I do? Not even Alan's?" "We've discussed that, dear. I think the allure of children is washed out of my system. Like you and that Bobbie." "Chorine was there, wasn't she? She's certainly no kid! You once said she had a tongue as arousing as any cock." "But, Tommy, you promised I could play with my girl friends. And I was just kidding about Chorine's tongue." She squeezed the hard lump under his worn bathrobe, presently his only garment aside from slippers. "This is what really gets me excited." "So you did it with Chorine, didn't you?" "With Chorine and another girl, darling. The bed was really crowded. But I thought about you all the time." "Did you!" "So much I had to come see you the next night." She smiled coquettishly. "I described you to them and they said they'd like to try you out. Do you think you can handle three women at once?" Tom pulled on the hem of her sweater, and she removed it. "You're the one I want, Allison." "I bet you could do it, Tom," she responded, removing her bra. "It's too bad they're not here now, because I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you tonight." "Disappoint me! Why?" His eyes widened in dismay. She sighed. "Because I'm having my period, that's why." "Then why --" He halted, realizing almost in time how his question might be received. But she understood and chuckled. "Why did I bother to come to you, then?" "N-no, Allison, I didn't mean -- I'm very glad to see you anyway. Always. But you've made me curious. When did you discover your period?" "When I awoke this morning. That's why I came, Tom. I wanted to share it with you." "Huh?" She smiled. "I told you: until you and Alan came into my life, no man had touched me in seven years. When you and Alan entertained me, I wasn't expecting it. I wasn't on the pill, Tom. None of us took any precautions that whole weekend, none at all. But I had many orgasms, strong ones with shooting stars, the dangerous kind. I could've so easily been caught by either of you. And then night before last ... It was more of the same." She regarded him searchingly. "But I didn't get caught. I just thought you might like to know that." "Good god, Allison, I didn't --" "No, of course you didn't." She smiled and shrugged. "At least, I thought, it makes a good excuse." She blushed though her eyes remained steady. "Maybe the fact is, Tom, that I came just because ... because I wanted to be with you." "Allison, that's wonderful! I want to be with you, too, sweetheart, and I don't care about a little mess. We can put a towel down. It'll still feel the same." She shook her head. "Perhaps I'm a bit old fashioned, but I don't want to take off my panties for you at this time of the month." "But you'll still stay with me tonight?" he asked hopefully. "Of course, darling. And we'll even have orgasms together." "Well, that's something. It's better than jacking off." "Actually, darling," she cooed and snuggled to him, "I thought we might masturbate together. We've never done that before, you know." "And why should we have done that? Pleasuring each other is much more sublime." "Yes, of course it is, Tommy, and we'll do that too. But don't you think it would be fun to do it solo together just once?" "This is either perversion or childishness," he growled. "Whatever, perhaps both. Let's get naked." * * * "You intend to keep those on, I suppose," Tom remarked, pulling at Allison's white panties. "Please indulge me, darling. I'm really very self-conscious about menstruation. "It's not dirty or anything like that. I'd go down on you. I don't mind getting my face all bloody." "Ugh! Let's not talk about it." They cuddled as they lay on the bed. "So you want to watch me jack off," Tom whispered into her ear. "Yeah. Can you make it last a while?" "Sure. Do you want me to use lubrication, or should I do it dry?" "Do it naturally, like a wild boy in the forest," she replied dreamily, resting her head on his shoulder with an arm around her. She slipped a hand beneath the top of her panties. "Kiss me," she urged him, and he complied gently. They stared at each other as they began to masturbate, their noses touching. Then Tom reclined on his back to allow Allison a full view of his slow stroking. "It's beautiful," she sighed. "Make it last." The upper two inches of Tom's organ appeared and vanished, again and again, as his fist moved slowly up and down. He rubbed his cheek against hers, his eyes on the movement of busy fingers beneath the panties. She raised her head slightly, eyes fixed in fascination on his spectacle. "Oh, it's so dramatic!" she breathed. "Dramatic?" he repeated incredulously. "That vein has gotten thicker. The whole thing is thicker! And the head is turning purple, almost. I can see it pulse. Oh, yes, it's very dramatic. In a cock you can _see_ what's happening! I love it, and ... and, darling, I'm about to come." "I'll join you," he responded, quickening his strokes. "No, no. Wait for my second one. It's always more intense for me." She moaned loudly and wriggled her lower body as her fingers became quite agitated. "Kiss me!" she gasped urgently. He complied as her body went rigid and small animal sounds filled his mouth. "Get ready, darling. Are you close?" Her voice quavered. "Here it comes again!" Tom lay on his back to give her a clear view of the eruption. She cried out in ecstasy just as a long stream of semen shot into the air and landed on her far thigh. The remainder, a viscous mess, accumulated on his fist and dripped into his pubic bush. They remained quiet for a moment, catching their breath. "Well, that was novel," Tom observed wryly. Allison giggled nervously. "Didn't you like it?" "Some." "Well, I'm glad we did it, Tom. Thanks for indulging me. But you're right, it would obviously be more enjoyable to pleasure each other." "Let me pull the shade," he murmured into her neck. "That will make it dark. How long can you stay?" "All night. I brought a change of clothes. Perhaps in the dark I might do things I would otherwise resist." Tom rose from the bed, switched off the light near the door and pulled his ragged drapes shut, plunging the room into gloom. He then stumbled back in the near darkness, tripping on something and falling upon Allison's soft body. "Oomph!" she exclaimed as his weight pushed the air from her lungs but pulled him tightly against her and began kissing passionately. He tugged at her panties, and she silently raised her butt. "I'll ruin your sheets," she warned him, when he pulled at the string to extract her tampon. "I'm really leaking." He was atop her. Their noses touched in the darkness and they breathed readily into each other's face. "I don't care about the sheet, Allison. I want to join with you." "You want to fuck," she stated dryly, yet raised her knees along his thighs. "We've fucked a lot together, but tonight I want to make love. You know the difference. Do you want to risk it?" "I'm afraid, Tommy. You might not want to do it a second time." Her voice quivered as if she were on the verge of tears. "I never want to stop," he whispered and kissed her lips as he slipped easily into her. "Please, Tommy. Don't hurt me," she moaned, pushing weakly at his shoulders. He pumped her slowly with loving gentleness. "I'll never hurt you, Allison," he said against her lips. "Never, in all the years we shall live together." "How could you want me!" she gasped and clutched to him, pushing in response to his increasing thrusts. "Forever and ever, darling!" he exclaimed, beginning a forceful rhythm. "Oh, god!" she cried, although she was not yet close to orgasm. Their lovemaking became intense. His tears fell upon her moist cheeks. It seemed to them that they merged into one person at the quick, splendid and mutual climax. Tom rolled off her and buried his face in her armpit. The passion was gone. Allison held her breath fearfully. "Will you marry me," he asked softly, his voice muffled. "Wh-what?" she stammered in surprise. He rose on an elbow. "Will you marry me, Allison?" he repeated in a clear, strong voice. She could not reply at first because she was overwhelmed by emotion. "Oh, god, yes!" she cried. Her further affirmations were smothered by his lips. * * * "Bobbie, how many times have you been taken anally?" She looked up thoughtfully from her snack. "I don't know. Alan did it, and several guys in the -- you know, the other day. Before that ... maybe once or twice. Not very often." "'Taken anally?'" asked Alan, putting down his drink. Bobbie snapped, "It means fucked up the ass. How about you? I saw Tom do you." The lad's eyes dropped. "Tom did me four times." "Four! Not while I was there!" "That's right." She sniffed. "I thought you said it hurt!" "Not when he did it right. I liked it. It even felt better than Carl." Hawker nodded. "That was your cousin, right? Did anyone else do it to you?" "Only Carl and Tom, so far." The man smiled in anticipation. "Then both of you are relatively inexperienced in the tight junction." "Tight?" asked Bobbie. "Oh, yes. The anal sphincter must be strong, both to retain the bolus until convenient and to accomplish complete evacuation. And it _is_ strong unless exhausted by age or overuse. With frequent practice a professional woman can train her vaginal sphincters to clip nearly as well, or so I am told. Incidentally, Bobbie, you seem to have a lot of natural talent there. But only the mouth can grip a penis stronger than the anus. Unfortunately the mouth is most hazardous in that respect, eh, Alan?" "Huh?" "Because of teeth," Bobbie explained. "Pinkie, you need to talk plainer." "Ah, yes, I suppose I do. Are you delectable children ready for our next scene?" Alan groused, "You never did say what del-- del--" "No, I didn't, did I?" Hawker grinned, making hand motions. "We'll just have to work it out. Bobbie I want you on your back again, with Alan on top, except this time he's to be facing you." She lay back on the bed, turning her body parallel to the side, and spread her legs. "Like this?" "Quite right. Now, Alan, up between her legs -- Oh, my, however did you get in that shape? Lie back a moment and I'll fix it." Legs over one of the girl's, the lad reclined on his elbows, watching as the man stooped to mouth him with strong suction. Bobbie noted, "Yours is drooping too, Pinkie. Swing it around here and _I'll_ fix _it_." Waddling on his knees, the man positioned his groin over the girl's head. Her arms enwrapped his hips, raising her mouth to its objective. "Your beard tickles," observed the lad several seconds later. The man raised up and grinned at him. "Not enough to hurt your erection, I see." He took one of Alan's arms and backing away over Bobbie's head, pulled the boy's torso after him until the lad lay face down atop the girl. Hawker knelt behind her head, watching with approval as her hand snaked down and guided the youthful coupling. Their hips began to move immediately. "Good beginning!" Hawker declared. "Both of you please tilt your heads back and open your mouths. I still need a little work, and this pose constitutes a charming alternative to our first scene." He presented his partial erection first to the lad's suction, then to the girl's, alternating between them several times until his organ was firmly turgid. "For the record," he declared as if speaking to a distant audience, which perhaps he thought was the fact, "fellation by male or female is indistinguishable. In this case the male mouth has the advantage because its mobile tongue is able to work the more sensitive underside of the glans. Now we shall proceed to compare another pair of orifices." As the man scooted around the intertwined bodies, Alan asked, "What's fellation?" "He just likes to talk," said the girl with a sneer. "Don't pay him any attention. Think about what you're doing." Hawker paused long enough to coat his organ with lubricant, then worked his knees between the parallel pairs of legs. "What're you going to do?" demanded Alan, trying to look back over his shoulder. "Can't you guess?" responded Bobbie. "You better really relax now. Pinkie's wang is thicker than Tom's." "D-don't hurt me!" the boy muttered, eyes wide. The man grinned. "We forgot your pillow, Bobbie. Raise your buttocks, please." She obeyed and the pillow slid home, maintaining her elevation. Hawker scooted closer. He met resistance but by increasing the pressure succeeded suddenly. The girl gasped but offered no complaint. He held still and shortly she resumed her hip roll in counterpoint to the lad's thrust. To his surprise Hawker discovered that the best rhythm in this arrangement was not the intuitive agreement with the third body appropriate to an all-male assemblage. Trying this and that, however, he soon discovered that an offset timing, with himself reaching maximum penetration just as the lad was withdrawing, afforded the finest sensation. Throwing back his head, he declaimed, "I can distinctly feel the lad's effort through the girl's flesh, a remarkably compelling sensation despite the mismatch of organs. This requires much further investigation. How ironic that a female presence might be required for best results even in homosexual congress!" After a moment he added, "And now for the other side." Withdrawing from the girl he added more lubricant, raised his hips slightly and applied himself in vain to the lad's puckered rose. "Relax, Alan." "P-please don't hurt me!" The piteous whine stirred the man's passion. He responded with unctuous sympathy, "Easy, my lad. No one will hurt you. You've done this before. You know what to expect. Just relax. Push out." Hawker pressed again. The lad groaned, ceasing his motion upon the girl. The man reached around the boy's hips and clutched the entirety of his genitals, now free of the girl. "Open up, Alan!" he ordered. "Relax that sweet little asshole." Suddenly the head popped through as the boy whimpered. Hawker held purposefully still. "There! That wasn't so bad, was it? Some of my lads can take this one and another cock besides." "At ... at the same time?" asked the boy, voice muffled by the bed sheet to which he had pressed his mouth. "Oh, yes. The rectum is extremely extensible and far deeper than any vagina. I have a movie I'll show you, if you wish, of a young boy's arm thrust up a man's fundament all the way to the shoulder... Now I'm going to move just a little... There! Feeling easier, isn't it? Do you realize that my entire penis is within you? Isn't that exciting, Alan?" "Ye-ah, I guess." "Here, let me put you back into Bobbie. Now I'll hold still and you start us going again." The motion resumed slowly and only gradually recovered the earlier pace. Hawker soon decided that this approach offered no advantage over the same operation with two boys. But perhaps Bobbie felt otherwise. Her eyes were clenched shut in a darkened face. Her teeth had closed on her bottom lip. "What is it, Bobbie?" he asked. "He's pounding me! Oh, oh, oh! I'm coming!" She groaned in a high register as her legs closed around both sets of male thighs. "What about it, Alan?" the man asked, feeling his own body respond to the girl's. "It's okay," said Alan, though his voice betrayed little pleasure. Hawker felt a beginning thrill, along with a twinge in the left shoulder that he ignored. So this pretty boy had a super- sensitive anus, did he? -- meaning that Hawker's swollen glans would be most unlikely ever to enter it again. He declared with feigned sympathy, "Surely it doesn't hurt now." "It still does, if you go fast," the lad responded. "But we must go fast, Alan, for Bobbie's sake. Think how she loves your dick." Indeed the girl was coming again. Hawker thought briefly of orating his observations for the listening recorder, but his own juices were rising. Deliberately he increased the rate and power of his thrusts, driving the smaller penis the more heavily into the girl, whose moans immediately strengthened as her legs retightened. He concluded that her greater stimulus arose from contact with the boy's pubic pad, which with Hawker's added weight strongly compressed the clitoris. Perhaps he had just discovered a superior way to gratify the insatiable female, one that depended on male homosexuality. His own pleasure redoubled at the thought. He reached past the lad to clasp the girl's well-padded hipbones and began to drive the bodies together with all the speed and force that he could muster. He began to pant. The pain in his shoulder spread and strengthened. His blood pounded painfully in his temples. But the lad cried out, "It hurts, it hurts!" and added a long, childish wail of pain interspersed with grunts in time with Hawker's thrusts. With a wild light in his eyes, his juices ready to boil over, the man drove fiercely on, pounding into the boy's reddened buttocks, raising shrill cries from both boy and girl, adding incoherent cries of his own. Gritting his teeth, he called out between gasps, loud enough to override the noises of the others, "I'm going ... to shoot your asshole full, Alan ... even if it kills us all!" 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