Message-ID: <33987asstr$1008169803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Varangian Varangian" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 12 Dec 2001 12:49:17.0571 (UTC) FILETIME=[692FE530:01C1830B] X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2001 07:49:17 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Kids of the Neighborhood (03) Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2001 10:10:03 -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, gill-bates KIDS OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD by Varangian Chapter Three New Suspects Jack Spellman was again reminded how peculiar scents wafted from the pavement on drizzly days like this. Rain drops dotted the sidewalk's surface and seemed to propel dust upward to his nostrils bringing with it the distinctive smell of concrete. He had always been conscious of that sad odor of dead cement and wilting weeds which suggested to him the emptiness of everything. He heard a train approach, its horn blaring at the highway crossing not far away. He hurried under the viaduct just ahead where the supports were eaten away by age and salt to expose rusted iron rods. The viaduct was clearly rotting, and one day it would come crashing down with the weight of a train passing above. He leaned against a moist concrete wall. The train came ever closer and rumbled across above him for a long while, some of its boxcar wheels screeching and thumping. Then it was gone. The viaduct remained intact. Jack shuffled his feet and ambled out to the open sky, perhaps disappointed. At least school would end that week, he thought. For two years he had been stuck in the sixth grade and now he would be released to enter the seventh where more girls had tits, its only distinction. He wandered aimlessly down Warren Avenue. He had no where to go. Ricky was still angry, because of the rock he had thrown at him and that nasty girl the other evening. Ricky got laid in the field with a girl hardly out of kindergarten He fumed inwardly. Even Ricky was moving on, if only with tiny tots. "Hello there," a voice startled him. "Are you getting wet?" A car had pulled to the curb, a new Cadillac, and its driver leaned over to hail him. "Do you want a ride?" Jack squinted his eyes to see the driver just as the street lights came on. He was a clean looking guy with sparkling teeth in a large smiling mouth, an adult who was older than many of his teachers. "Can I drop you somewhere?" Jack was not as slow as people asserted. The man was obviously a queer cruising for young cock to suck. He looked harmless, though, and it was a really nice car. He was tempted; he had never experienced a blow job. "I'm not going anywhere in particular," he responded to the man whose head now crowded the passenger side window. "I'm not either. Want to drive around?" The car door opened for him, and after a moment's hesitation he climbed in. The seats were leather. It was roomy and clean inside, unlike his dad's pick-up. "I'm Craig," the man said with a pleasant smile, turning into traffic after a quick glance at the mirror. "I'm Jack," the boy replied in a nervous voice. "Where are we going?" "Where do you want to go, Jack?" The man studied him with an appraising eye. "I don't know." It was a stupid answer Jack realized at once, but it was the truth. "Have you always lived out here in the township, Jack?" The car roared ahead powerfully as it entered the highway. "I was born in town." Jack felt the exhilaration of smooth speed. "I visit here frequently, Jack. I'm looking for friends. Do you live with your parents?" "Yeah. They put me up over the garage." "Really! So you have your own apartment." Craig smiled broadly when he threw him a quick look. "It's not very nice. There's just a loft." "Still, you have privacy, right? You can bring your girlfriends over." "I don't have a girlfriend." He mumbled the words. "That's too bad, Jack. A good looking guy like you. I know some girls who live nearby, but you might think they're too old." Craig gave him a wink then turned to study the traffic. Jack felt boastful. "I just had one who was too young." "Really! Those are the best kind. No messy hairs around the cunny, huh?" "She hardly had titties." "Hardly! That's what you want Jack. Not flat. Not floppy. Just hardly." Jack squirmed in the comfortable seat. Craig seemed to be a nice guy, he thought. Maybe he wasn't a queer. "I know a girl you might like to meet. She looks sixteen and shaves her pussy hair. And her titties! Like you said, Jack, they're just hardly." "I'm thirteen." "Really!" Craig looked over at the boy. "You appear older, Jack. I bet you could bring off Sara very nicely. And I can tell you, she loves to fuck. All you have to do is look at her and she spreads her pretty legs." "Are we going to see her now?" Jack believed it was possible. "Nah. I'm afraid she's out of town. Her grandma's sick." Jack slumped in obvious disappointment. Craig reached over and palmed his thigh high up, three fingers on flesh and two on the hem of the shorts. "She'll be back in a few days, Jack. Then you can fuck your brains out. She also likes to suck cock." Jack wondered about the man's hand which still rested on his leg, but he didn't protest or push it away. Maybe he is a queer, he thought. Maybe he'll give me a blow job after all. "Yeah, she's a great cock sucker. But I've always held that guys do it better than chicks. Guys know the anatomy." Jack felt a light touch on his hard cock. He not only permitted it, he inched his left leg toward the man. In response Craig gave the hardness a gentle squeeze. "We could be good buddies, Jack," he said huskily as he fondled the boy's groin. "What do you say? Are you in the mood for burgers and Coke?" "Sure!" Jack replied, eager for that treat too. He sat up straight on the seat and Craig removed his hand. "There's a drive through up ahead. We'll get our stuff there and park over at the mall." Within minutes the interior of the car was filled with the odor of grilled meat and fries, and before Jack could take a good sip of his Coke Craig halted the car in a far corner of the mall's parking lot. There were no other vehicles around. It was quite dark. "Here, let's push the seat back and get comfortable," the man said affably, depressing a button that moved the seat with a hum. Craig did not seem to be hungry. He watched Jack eat as he fondled the boy's bare thigh. "What are you?" Craig asked with a noticeable tremor in his voice. "Five two or three? About a hundred and twenty pounds?" The boy mumbled unintelligibly through a mouth full of hamburger. "I have something better than Coke to drink, Jack," the guy then said, leaning down and pulling a bottle from under the seat. "Have you ever had vodka?" Jack shook his head. He hurried to swallow. Booze too! he thought jubilantly. "Take the top off your Coke. I'll spice it up." Jack removed the plastic top and held the paper container in front of the man who poured several gurgles into it from his bottle. "Swirl it around with your straw," Craig suggested. Jack did so, then took a sip. He was disappointed to find the drink tasting much as before. "Take a big gulp." Craig raised the bottle to his own mouth and drank deeply. "It's so sweet to have good friends, Jack. Don't you think?" Craig scooted a bit closer and began to finger the boy's hardness. Jack parted his legs further in invitation. The man's groping wasn't doing much for him. He was impatient for the blow job, but he waited silently as Craig toyed with his groin. He was too nervous to speak. "Let's drink to friendship, Jack. Take a big mouthful." Jack took a couple of gulps and began to feel a wooziness. "Thish is strong stuff," he slurred and took another swallow. "That's right, Jack. It relaxes you, but I think you're already in the mood for some serious fun." Craig brushed the food paraphernalia to the floor. The hand was back at the boy's groin.. Craig sat very close. "Let's drink up!" the man exclaimed. Jack emptied his cup and Craig removed it from his limp hand. The boy felt a fumbling at his zipper and became excited, although his head spun curiously. He heard the man speak: "Let's lower the back of your seat." Jack raised his butt when Craig loosened his shorts and pulled them down. Then the underpants. The man fingered his cock, pumping it a couple of times. "Not much hair yet, huh Jack?" the man said and pumped the cock once more. "And not very large. I'll be able to suck it all in." Craig lowered his head and Jack immediatly felt a mouth begin to suck avidly on his cock. He had not expected a blow job to be as good as this. Within seconds the pleasure overwhelmed him, causing him to squeal loudly and hold the man's head steady on his sensitive cock. He remained barely awake on the lowered seat, but he felt hands roaming his body, lips on his, a bottle presented from which he drank. Then nothing. Craig breathed excitedly through his nostrils. With a swig from the bottle he rinsed his mouth of the boy's semen then swallowed. He struggled to turn the unconscious lad onto his stomach. When he had him positioned he pushed down his own trousers and shorts and slicked his cock with Vaseline, a jar of which he had retrieved from the glove compartment. Despite the auto's confining space he managed to mount the boy. Penetration was easy in the absence of protest and struggle, although he usually enjoyed active resistance. He fucked the boy at his leisure. The next morning Jack awoke before dawn curled up amidst high weeds. His clothes were moist with dew. His head ached when he lifted himself onto an elbow to discover that he lay in the field near the intersection of Stearns Trail and the highway. A slip of paper that he held crumpled in his hand announced in block letters: "I'll wait for you tonight." * * * Chuck sat naked on the edge of Molly's bed watching her dress for the meeting with Deputy Cartwright. Although she had rejected his suggestion of another fuck, he was not irritable, because he knew she would want to do it again before long. She enjoyed fucking as much as he, if that was possible. Despite their bout in the field the previous afternoon during which he and Ricky had done her three times each, she was ready for it again later that evening when their parents went out to visit friends. Then this morning before breakfast they had fucked quietly while their mom was downstairs in the kitchen. "Are you going to do it with the cop?" he asked her in a whiny voice. He hoped not. He did not mind sharing his sister with Ricky, a life-long friend with whom he had recently become sexually intimate. But a stranger was another matter, especially an adult. "I don't know, Chucky. It may be a stupid idea, but I'm really tempted. Perhaps there's something wrong with me. Ever since you took my cherry I want to fuck all the time." Chuck pouted at the implied criticism. "It's not my fault," he objected vehemently. "You made me do it." She turned and stroked his cheek lovingly. "I'm not blaming you, Chucky. It was right for both of us that morning. I was going to let Ricky do it anyway. But now I'm curious about adult sex." "Do they fuck differently?" He thought it possible. "Perhaps. I'll find out sometime, if not today. I think I'll just tease the guy this morning. He's so funny. You can tell exactly what he's thinking when you twist your body in a certain way and talk like a kid." "He's probably a pervert," Chuck sneered. Molly scowled at him. "I'm not like poor Alice!" she protested. "I'm just about grown up, and a guy doesn't have to be a pervert to want me." That ended the conversation. Chuck got up from the bed to go dress in his own room. After another glimpse at the mirror Molly went downstairs and left the house. It was scarcely a five minute walk to the field where Cartwright waited. * * * "There's a boy who knows something. I'm certain of it, but I haven't been able to talk with him yet." Molly spoke these words instead of a greating when she climbed into Cartwright's patrol car which the man had parked in the field some yards off Stearns Trail behind a concealing cluster of sumac bushes. She did not lean protectively against the passenger door this time but sat quite relaxed on the front seat, her bare left leg in easy reach of his hand. She wore a light green tank top of checkered cotton that was not much larger than a bra. It was something from the previous summer that she had outgrown It clung tightly to her adolescent breasts, which did not require the support of a brassiere, and it revealed the tantalizing flesh of her shoulders, upper arms and midriff. She had deliberately selected the garment for those qualities with the intent of teasing Cartwright. Or did she want to do more than tease? When she set out that morning the thought of fucking the large deputy was on her mind, but she worried she had become addicted to sexual pleasure. She had no close girlfriends, and she certainly could not ask her mom if the intense urges she felt were normal. She did understand that casual fucking was not socially acceptable, especially for a girl her age. Cartwright too had thought about fucking, but he considered his lust for the sexy tomboy to be entirely normal. There was something strange about the girl, he thought. He suspected a physical sensuousness lay hidden beneath her exterior of seeming virginal innocence. He was sorely tempted to touch the flesh of her nearby thigh, but he dared not. He was in a quandary. To avoid looking at her would have been as obvious as ogling her loveliness. He cleared his throat nervously. "When do you think you'll see him?" he asked as he stared ahead past the wind shield. "I really don't know. He's a weird boy. Are we in a hurry with this investigation?" She spoke in a little girl voice that was entirely artificial, a deliberate tease. "I suppose not, although we can't dawdle, of course." Cartwright could think of nothing more to say about the case at hand. He was overwhelmed by the girl's enticing presence. "You're a tomboy, aren't you?" He finally said with a forced smile. "I play mostly with boys," she replied shyly. "Don't you find them a bit rough, you know, now that you're growing?" God, she was hot! Almost ripe, but not quite. Like steamed Chinese vegetables. He squirmed on the seat in an effort to reposition his hard cock. "I don't let them touch me on purpose." `Of course not. But I bet they try a lot." "I can beat up on most of them," she responded cutely, "and the couple who are larger don't fight back." "So," he said, relaxing a bit. "You don't have a special boy?" She grinned shyly and shook her head. She wondered about the size of his cock. He was a huge man. "That surprises me, Molly. You're such a pretty girl." "Do you really think I'm pretty, Deputy Cartwright?" She knew instinctively she could have the guy. It would be so easy. It was entirely up to her, but did she actually want to have sex with a stranger, an adult? `Oh, yes! You are indeed. And please call me Red. After all, we are partners." It struck him as grossly unfair that such a lovely, nubile girl should be off limits to a guy just a dozen years older than she. "Are you married,--Red?" Molly asked, her head tilted coquettishly. "I was married once, just out of high school, but it didn't last." "Do you miss being married?" Her meaning was unambiguous, although she smiled in seeming innocence. "Not to my ex. I'm glad to be rid of her. But if I were ten years younger, I'd chase after you." Was he going too far? He worried. Even talking with her like this could beget trouble. "I'm just fourteen, Red. I wouldn't know how to behave with an older boy friend." "Well, I'd teach you, of course." "Teach me what?" She was throwing up no defenses! He was baffled. Was she so incredibly innocent or had she become infatuated with him? He squirmed again. The situation was getting very serious. "Teach you how to be a real girl and not a tomboy," he blurted out. "I'd be very patient." "I'm a quick learner, Red. Everyone says so." Molly wondered if he would be satisfied fucking her just once or twice. Being constantly pestered by a guy his age, especially a cop, would be annoying. "I'm sure you are. I'd first teach you how to kiss I bet you haven't done that yet, not really." He decided to risk it; at least see how far he could go. But he would have to develop an exit strategy in case he was mistaken about her intentions. Molly tried to blush. She could have the guy and he wouldn't tell, because he was a cop who stood to lose everything. "I've kissed my brother," she replied in a small, shy voice. She stared at her hands which were folded on her lap. She wondered what his move would be. She edged her left leg a bit closer to him. "Did he enjoy it?" Cartwright smiled broadly and lightly touched her near knee with his finger tips. "I don't think so. He made a face." "That's the problem with brothers, although they're safe. "Safe?" "I mean they won't tell." "Do you tell about kissing girls, Red?" "No, Molly. I'm safe too, very safe." He placed his palm on the knee. "Would you teach me?" She stared into his face to observe a parade of conflicting emotions. "But I'm not eighteen, Molly," he sighed. "I'm twenty eight." He yearned to take the lovely girl into his arms. "I could get into trouble." "I'm safe, Red," she said calmly and scooted slightly closer to him. "Will you teach me how to kiss?" Yes, she decided. She would go all the way with this grown man, if only once or twice to see what it's like. He looked at her incredulously. She really meant it! He hesitated an instant before placing his large hands on her cheeks. With a finger he flicked off the baseball cap. He leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips to hers. His left hand roamed down her neck, across the small shoulder and fondled a soft upper arm. Their lips pressed more tightly. Molly puckered. With a palm he captured an entire breast. They were startled just then by the approach of a loud vehicle bouncing slowly along Stearns Trail. Cartwright, in a sudden panic, released the girl and quickly got of the car. He pretended to examine something on the ground. A battered pick-up passed by without sighting the police car parked behind the sumac grove, but the scare was sufficient to wilt the man's cock.. "We'd better leave, Molly," he said through the open window and got back into the car. "Do we have to?" She was dismayed. They had been on the verge of fucking, she thought, and now she was left dangling.. Ricky was not available, because he was at a scout meeting. And she needed more than Chucky could offer, although his modest cock would be better than her own fingers. "Yes, we must." He started the car and backed out onto the road. "Perhaps you could visit me at my place? Do your parents let you out in the evening?" "Until ten at this time of year. Where do you live?" "It's a gray house just a few blocks from yours, on Oakland off Diversy. There aren't any close by neighbors, but come to the back door anyway." He stopped the car at the highway intersection. "I'd better leave you here. Will you really come tonight?" "I'll be there as soon as I can get away," she answered sullenly and climbed out. "You weren't able to teach me much this afternoon." She turned and raced toward her house a block away. Chucky was home, she knew, and her parents were at work. * * * It was Friday, the last day of the school year and for Jack especially noteworthy, because he looked forward to getting a blow job that evening. It was enough to bring a smile to his usually sullen face. "What are you grinning about?" a familiar voice inquired. Jack turn slightly to his right. Rick stood near him in the crowd of jubilant kids streaming noisily down the stairs of the large school building. "School's out," he replied laconically. "Are you still mad at me?" "If you weren't my cousin, I'd beat the shit out of you. That rock could have hit one of us." "I was aiming at the little whore." "Just leave her alone, Jack. That girl probably has worse problems than you." "So I have problems now?" The boy was once more truculent. "You've always had problems, and no, I'm not mad at you." "Do you plan to fuck her again? Aren't you afraid of getting your cock stuck in her baby cunt? I've seen that happen with dogs." Rick rolled his eyes and was tempted to make a disparaging remark about Jack's unimpressive member. "No. I won't go with her again. She's so young that even I could get into trouble. You know the one I'm really after." "Fat chance! Molly's a dyke." "She is not!" Rick fumed. He was relieved when they had reached the intersection where they would go in different directions. "Even if she is," he said as he turned the corner, "I could teach her better." "Don't throw away your Vaseline jar yet, Ricky." It was a parting shot. Jack walked up an unpaved street toward his house which like most dwellings in that poor neighborhood stood apart from nearby ones, separated by weeded lots. His lay forty yards beyond a decrepit mobile home. There were few trees. It was as if someone in the past had come through and cut them all down for a perverted reason known only to failed real estate developers. It was much too early to wait for Craig near the viaduct on Warren Avenue. He wished he had not gotten drunk the night before, because he had just a dulled memory of the blow job. Of course, being drunk spared him the pain of being butt fucked. He knew Craig had reamed him; that's what queers do with boys. Besides, his asshole was sore when he awoke that morning in the field. He knew he'd have to do something for Craig that evening in exchange for a blow job, but he wanted to avoid another reaming. Maybe he could suck the guy's cock. That couldn't be too awful, even though the man was old. He knew Ricky had some experience in giving blow jobs to younger guys, although his cousin never let him join in, telling him to find his own boys. That would be a sight to see, he mused: Ricky the queer fucking Molly the dyke. He wanted to fuck. He'd do it even with that Alice, if she'd let him. He'd do it with her even if she wouldn't let him. Jack reached his tiny house but did not go in. Instead he headed straight to the garage where he intended to squirm into his cozy loft, look at some pictures and whack off. * * * "Have you been waiting long?" Craig asked when Jack scrambled into the Cadillac at about nine that evening. "Not long. Maybe an hour," he replied with a grin. He felt very relaxed in the luxurious car. "Do you remember what we did last night?" Craig placed a hand high up on Jack's near, plump thigh. "The best part, mostly. "The best part? Was there something you didn't enjoy, Jack?" "You fucked my ass, but I don't remember it." "Oh? You felt a bit sore this morning? Well, that was your virgin time, Jack. It shouldn't hurt from now on, if you relax." "Why did you dump me in the field, Craig? I woke up all wet and stiff." "Well, I couldn't have taken you to my place, of course, and I don't know where you live. You were too out of it to tell me." "Maybe I shouldn't drink tonight, at least not much." "That's right, Jack. We'll just drink a little bit. But first we have to decide where to go." "Where to go?" "Yes. That parking lot was a bit scary. Anyone could have come along and caught us. We're almost in the country. You must know of some special, secret place where we can have fun." "Sure!" Jack sat up abruptly. "I know a place where you can get naked and scream as loud as you want. But you have to walk into the field to get there." "I don't care to wander very far from the car, Jack. But let's go exploring. You show me the way and I'll give you a blow job even before we begin drinking." "I'd like that, Craig. I'd like to really feel it." "So, where do I go?" "You'll have to turn around. You're heading towards town." Craig slowed the Cadillac and pulled into the driveway of a construction yard. He then drove back onto the highway in the opposite direction. "It's up ahead about a couple of miles," Jack said idly. He sat close to Craig so the man could easily play with his cock which jutted past his zipper. "You don't get very large, do you, Jack? I like that. Skinny four inchers can fit easily into interesting places." "Like where?" "How about my ass?" "You want me to butt fuck you!" Jack exclaimed in amazement. "It's only fair, Jack, don't you think? I'm going to do it to you. You'll enjoy it this time." "But first I want a blow job, Craig. You promised." "Of course, Jack, as soon as we park the car." "Slow down! It's just up ahead." Craig braked gently and turned the Cadillac past the convenience store onto Stearns Trail. "You'll have to go slow now. It's very bumpy." "There's a Coke machine," Craig observed and stopped the car just off the highway. "Let's get a couple to mix with the vodka." They both got out and walked over to the machine that leaned against the store. Jack was more than half a head shorter than the man. After collecting two cans of pop, they turned to face the car and saw a small, pretty blonde girl standing next to it. She was clad in jeans and a short sleeve shirt. "That's Alice," Jack scowled as they approached the vehicle. "She's such an adorable little creature." "She fucks like a whore. I've seen her do it just over there in the field." Jack pointed vaguely. "You can't be serious, Jack. The girl is obviously too young." "Hi, mister." Alice grinned when they came close. She ignored Jack. "That's a really nice car. Can I have a ride?" "Where are your parents, sweetheart? They must be waiting for you." Craig petted her small, flaxen head. "I'm here alone. Can I have a ride?" Her head did not reach his upper chest. Although the girl did not arouse him sexually, Craig still felt a powerful, illicit attraction to her. She was a sweet thing to be kissed and cuddled, perhaps to be explored. "You can get inside if you like, darling, but we're going up this bumpy road." "That's fine. I live up that way." She scampered around to the passenger side and jumped onto the front seat. Craig got behind the wheel and Jack was left with a place beside the passenger door. He frowned at the intruder, but she ignored him. Then he had a malicious thought. "Let's pull over and have something to drink," he suggested to Craig after they had bounced some yards down the road. Craig looked across at the boy and gave him a wink of understanding. Maybe the two children would fuck as he watched, he thought hopefully. He stopped the car near a cluster of sumac bushes. "We don't have any cups," he said as he retrieved his bottle from under the front seat, "so let's take a swig and wash it down with Coke." "Can I have some too, mister?" Alice would not be left out. "Sure, darling. You take the first drink from the bottle and then sip from my can." She raised the bottle to her mouth and took a large swallow. She choked and coughed, but not too violently. "Gee, that's strong. It's like daddy's whiskey." She took another swig. Craig retrieved the bottle from her hand and offered the can of Coke. Just then a car rumbled past them on the trail. "Jesus!" Craig exclaimed. "Is there much traffic on this road?" "Maybe we should go further up," Jack suggested sheepishly. "I know a place that's private." Craig set the vehicle in motion. They lurched along the rutted road for some minutes, sharing the bottle and cans. The sky was growing dim. "That's my house," Alice piped up as they passed the darkened old farmhouse. "Do you want to get out here?" Craig asked, expecting a refusal.. "No! I want to go with you," she retorted. They drove on some more. Craig switched on the headlights. He took quick glances to watch Jack feel up the little girl, who had nodded off. "Do you plan to fuck her?" he asked eagerly, hoping that was the boy's intent. "Of course. Everyone else has," he replied as he fingered Alice's nipples through her shirt. He snorted. "You can have sloppy seconds." "I don't know, Jack." "It's just up ahead, Craig," the boy interrupted. "See those tall trees?" Craig pulled the car behind some willows that sheltered the parking site from the road. Jack got out first. "There's a great place in the field just a hundred yards or so away." He pulled Alice from the car but had to hold her erect. He was determined to fuck the girl drunk or sober. They set off into the field, Craig and Jack almost dragging Alice between them. She collapsed totally after a number of yards. "I don't want to go any further, Jack. We'd just have to carry her back." Craig looked about but could see little in the darkness.. He dropped a blanket to the ground. "We can do it here." Jack agreed. He was very excited. "Let's undress her." "She's passed out!" Craig protested. "It wouldn't be much fun if she can't squeal. Besides I prefer boys. Take your shorts off and I'll give you a blow job." Jack wanted to object, but he decided not to cause trouble, thinking he might have a chance with Alice later. He stripped naked. Craig, just a dark figure, knelt in front of him. Jack felt hands roam his thighs and butt cheeks. "God! I love pudgy boys," the man crooned. Jack shuddered when he felt the sucking mouth on his cock. The sensation was absolutely marvelous. but it did not last. Within seconds an ecstatic climax was upon him, and he held Craig's head steady to protect his super sensitive cock head until a mild oozing replaced his last spurt. "That was too quick." Craig complained, his voice muffled by a mouthful of jizm. "But I now have plenty of lubrication for the next act." He rose as a shadowy figure in front of Jack and pushed at the boy's shoulders, wanting him to assume a kneeling position. When he resisted Craig threw him to the ground where he fell face down atop the prone, unconscious Alice. "Don't!" Jack screamed in pain when a fat cock violently tore past his sphincter. Craig's weight pressed the boy's soft belly against Alice's face. "Please stop!" he cried. "I may take all night, Jack," the man grunted, his mouth next to the lad's ear. "I want this to last." Jack bawled piteously throughout the rape, which seemed to last forever. Finally, following a couple of long hurtful strokes, Craig gasped in conclusion. When the weight lifted from him Jack scrambled to his knees in the dark but then toppled down again over Alice's body. He scurried away on hands and knees to where he had left his clothes, grabbed them as he rose to his feet and ran off through the gloom still blubbering in shock. Less than a minute later as he dashed through the weeds he heard Craig calling. "Jack! There's something wrong with the girl." Jack hurried on unmindful of the shout, wanting only to get away. "Jack!" Craig called again. "Jack! There's a problem!" * * * Laughter sounded from a television set downstairs where Mr. and Mrs. O'Donnell watched a variety show. Molly stood in front of a mirror with shirt pushed up to her chin to examine her young breasts with a fondling hand. "Do you think they're big enough, Chucky," she asked without looking at her brother who sat fully clothed on the edge of the bed. "Red's probably used to large boobs." The boy seethed in jealousy. He had fucked her twice that afternoon, the second time rousing her to screaming pleasure. Still she intended to visit Red's house to get plugged again. He did not understand his sister anymore. "Yeah, he'll like them," he grumbled. "But you'll really turn him on if you'd shave your cunny bare like a baby." She turned to him with an angry face. "He's not that sort of guy!" she hissed. "He's only interested in grown girls like me!" "Like you!" Chuck looked to the ceiling and rolled his eyes.. "Maybe I should wear my dress," she mused aloud. "And how would you explain that to Mom and Dad?" the boy responded snidely. She looked at him and said, "You're right. I'll go as I am." Chuck rose to stand beside her. She straightened her shirt before he could grap a tit. She giggled and kissed his lips quickly. "Wish me luck, little brother," she chirped as she turned toward the door. "I'll tell you about it in detail when I get home." He scowled. "I hope he can't get it up and you come back horny." "Nowadays I'm always horny," she said with a wink and left the room. Molly skipped gaily down the back stairs, out of her yard and into the vacant lot behind it along a rough, diagonal path. It was 8:30 PM and still light out but later than she had hoped for the visit to Red's house. Her parents expected her home by ten, but she knew they went to bed early. There would be enough time, she thought. They had already broken the ice in the field so they should be able to get right to the fun part. "Molly!" A voice hissed from behind a lilac clump to her right. She stopped and looked about. "Who's there?" she demanded and walked boldly toward the bushes which had long since lost their blooms. "It's Jack." He remained hidden. "Come out so I can see you!" Jack peeked his head around a bush. "Come over here," he asked anxiously. Molly approached the bushes in a semi crouch and saw the boy trembling in obvious fright. His eyes were wide and he looked pathetically helpless. She had scarcely endured the moody boy in the past, but at the sight of his obvious distress she became concerned. "What's the matter, Jack?" she asked softly. She even touched his shoulder. "I'm in trouble, Molly, really bad trouble." He was on the verge of tears. She wanted to be gentle, but she had to ask. "Is this about Alice?" He squatted on the ground with arms squeezing his head and he began to bawl like the child he was. "I killed her, Molly," he sobbed. "It was an accident, but I did it. Now people are looking for me." He had killed Alice! People were looking for him! Molly did not know what question to ask next. "They came to my house, two of them and one in the van." He stood but stooped in despair. "Mom wouldn't let them in, wouldn't talk to them. They were strangers. But when they left, she went to the garage and yelled at me. She told me to go away, that she didn't want any more trouble because of me." "Who were they?" Molly asked calmly. "I don't know," he wailed. "But it has to do with Alice. What else could it be? I killed her, Molly. I fell on her and she stopped breathing." "Did you attack that little girl?" Molly seethed, expecting the worst of a guy like Jack. "No! I felt on top of her. It was dark and I didn't see her. Craig pushed me down." "Craig?" "Who's Craig?" Molly shook her head, befuddled. Jack remained silent. "Who's Craig?" she demanded vehemently. Jack's upper lip trembled. He looked about as if he wanted to flee. "Who's Craig!" "He's an old guy, a queer." Jack began to cry almost uncontrollably. "We were in the field up by the Plymouth intersection," he gasped. "I was naked. I fell on Alice. She was drunk." "Wait! Wait!" Molly shouted. "Why were you naked? Why was Alice drunk?" "He fucked me in the ass, Molly, and I fell on Alice." Jack, convulsed in tears, dropped to the ground like a limp bundle. Molly was appalled and incensed by the ugliness of the unfolding story. She was very aware that Jack only asked for help because people were looking for him. Alice had been dead for days. Still, she had to know the truth. She sat on the ground beside him and took his hands in hers. "Tell me everything," she said quietly. * * * After his shift Cartwright hurried home to tidy the place and bathe in expectation of Molly's visit. He had put aside any qualms about having sex with the underage girl. She was obviously willing and seemed to understand the need for absolute secrecy. He could not get her out of his mind. In the shower, however, he began to worry about a technical difficulty. His circumcised manhood dangled six inches when flaccid, a quality of which he had always been proud. When he soaped it with loving hands it swelled to seven and one half remarkably fat inches. Molly was of average size, but his cock certainly wasn't. Besides which she was a virgin. He feared injuring the girl. He pondered the matter as he stroked his soapy monster with both hands until a familiar tingle was followed by an convuslive, copious explosion of jizm that hosed one wall of the shower stall. The orgasm was not wasted, he told himself, because he had at that moment resolved not to fuck the girl, at least not that night. He would rip the virgin's cherry with a couple of fingers and not use his cock on her until she healed. It was hardly a romantic solution, and she might insist on doing it the usual way. If so, he was willing, but he doubted she would risk it once she saw the awesome instrument. By seven o'clock everything was in order for Molly's arrival. There were fresh sheets on the bed and both he and the house were clean. By nine o'clock he assumed she would not show up and poured himself a large drink. He was on his third vodka just before ten when he heard a knock on the back door. He opened it to find a nervous looking Molly standing on his porch. It was quite dark outside. "I won't bite you," he said cheerfully, misinterpreting her unease, "unless of course you want me too," he added with a leer. "I hope you won't," she said with a forced grin. "But I can't stay long, not for _that_." She hesitated. "I've found out something about Alice." He closed the door and pulled the girl into his arms. "Actually, Molly, I'm finished with that case now. It's closed and the sheriff told me to stop investigating it." Molly wriggled free. "But Mr. Farnsworth didn't kill Alice!" the girl exclaimed heatedly then pouted. "Yes he did, at least as far as the sheriff is concerned. Something very strange happened today after I left you that has put a definite end to the matter." When he tried to embrace her again she shook him off. "But I know how Alice died!" she shouted angrily. "Molly, the governor called Sheriff Begley this afternoon. The governor himself! He congratulated the sheriff on solving the murder and said that he should not look into it any further." "Don't you think that sounds fishy, Red?" Molly screwed her face into the question like a kid. Her expression was not an affectation. "Why would the governor bother to call and tell the sheriff to stop the investigation? He's trying to hide something, obviously." "I think so too, Molly, but I'm not going against the governor. There must be something very important involved here, but I can't imagine what it is." "It's no mystery to me! The governor is protecting someone and I know who!" She slapped his grasping hand away from her chest and took a step backwards. "Molly, even if you would name names I couldn't do anything about it. The case is closed by order of the governor." He grabbed an arm to pull her close, but she shook loose again. "You're just worrying about your job, aren't you?" She oozed sarcasm. "Well, it's not over, because some people are chasing after Jack and he's run off to hide." "Who's Jack?" What does he have to do with this?" Cartwright gave up pursuing the girl and looked at her blankly. "Jack is a boy from the neighborhood. He and an older guy killed Alice by accident. But why should I tell you? You're not going to do anything!" "So you imagine the governor is protecting this older guy about an accident?" "It's a lot more serious than that, Red. He's a rich guy, a queer. He was fucking Jack in the ass when Alice got killed." Molly cast off her role as the sweet, young virgin. Cartwright gaped at her with his jaw hanging in a foolish looking manner. He quickly regained his composure. "Your friend Jack should come forward and explain everything to Sheriff Begley." Molly looked at him incredulously. "Don't you get it? The governor and all the police in the state are protecting this queer, Craig. Why do you suppose people are chasing Jack? Probably to kill him." Cartwright seemed to squirm as he stood. "Molly, I'm just a deputy sheriff. I don't know about politics. All I can say is that Jack should turn himself in. Do you know where he's hiding?" "I would never yell_you_," she exploded. You don't mean him well. You're just a cop!" "Molly, please! I want to help, but this is all so strange. You need to trust me." She turned and opened the back door. "I'll trust you, Red, when you start looking for a queer named Craig, a child rapist, a guy important enough to order the governor around. And one last thing, Red - - kissing school is over." 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