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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."  She
slammed the door behind her.


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