Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2020 20:39:26 -0500
From: Santa Klaus <wxindc@gmail.com>
Subject: Baby Boomers Dream, part 2

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Baby Boomer's Dream, Part 2

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Mentoring:

OK, I should be well in control of everything at this point. I am the smart
guy, the adult masquerading as a kid, and with a plan, but in truth my mind
was a little overwhelmed. Janice and I were not really tight, but she was
pretty good when she was not babysitting me and my little brother. I could
usually talk to her without getting made fun of. (bad sentence structure,
but this "can't end a sentence with a preposition" is bunch of crap
anyway.)

I needed someone I could trust to help me out. So of course, I went to my
"big sis".

"Janice, I need some advice. I'll pay for it; I'll do your math and science
homework for the next week if you can help me out,". Sounds pretty big, but
considering I have a PhD in a science field still in my brain, it was
pretty trivial. She doesn't know. Hell, I could do her English and Social
Studies homework as well without blinking an eye, but no need to
overcompensate.

"Little bro, what's wrong? Oh, does this have something to do with you
getting into big trouble this afternoon with the wrong dudes, and making a
loser's bet on the Pirates to win the World Series? Cause, I think you are
in big trouble, and if you think I am going to beat up those 6th grade
punks to save your ass, think again."

"Those assholes? No, I am good there. They don't know how this is going to
go down, but I need your help with something a little more personal."

"What's up?"

"If your really want to know, and you think you might help me, then the
next thing I have to know is can you keep something really secret, can I
tell you, and show you, something really personal and know that you will
tell NO ONE, whether you help me or not? I am not asking you to guarantee
up front you will help me, just that you won't squeal on me?"

"This sounds pretty serious. Yeah, I will keep your secrets, but I am not
promising to do anything to help you, without knowing what you're asking
for."

"Good enough," and with that I dropped my pants.

"Oh my God! What are you doing! This is not what I expected as `helping you
with a problem', and I can't believe what you are doing".

"Janice, do you know you are the only person in the whole entire world I
can count on, that I can talk to without worrying that I am going to get
into trouble, without being afraid that I will get my ass kicked, or my
butt spanked, and that for the rest of our lives we, and of course
eventually Gary and Allison, are going to be the best friends we have in
the world? We will have boyfriends and girlfriends, maybe even husbands and
wives, but they are statistically not likely to be permanent. Mom and Dad
are good and love us, but they are judgmental, and they will die long
before we do. We should really recognize how important we are to each
other, more important than anyone else in the world."

"Jeez, you are talking really strangely, and it is scaring me a little,
what the hell is going on, and why are you standing in front of me, in my
room, naked?"

"Because I don't want to have secrets, because I want you to trust me as
much as I trust you, and I want us both to know what all this sex shit is
all about. Do me a favor, please, hold my penis for a minute and wiggle it
around."

"Gross!"

"Please." And she did. She held my little pre-teen cock and fondled it in
her hand. So what happened? What do you think? I got hard, I got bigger, I
got really aroused and turned on, and started to pulse, but nothing came
out. I was still not ejaculating. Damn, I was still only about 10 years
old, what do you expect! "Janice, that is the nicest feeling in the
world. That is what happens to guys when they get to my age, and in a year
or two, I will start to produce sperm, and instead of just shuddering, I
will squirt out sperm. If I sperm into a girl's vagina, she might get
pregnant, but that can't happen yet. But it is a great feeling, and you
know what, girls can get that feeling too. I can make you feel as good as
you made me feel, and no one has to know about it. I will never tell guys
in the locker room, I will never embarrass you, and I promise, once I am
spearing, and you are already having periods, I will not make you pregnant,
no matter how horny I am."

"Are you asking me to let you do what I just did?"

"Yeah, this is like becoming `blood brothers' or `pinky swear sisters',
this is us admitting we love each other in a special way, that is not like
any other way with anyone else in the world."

OK, no 10 year old would have made a speech like that, but I am not like
any other 10 year old boy in the world. I am, at my heart, an aging man
with a man's mind, in a boy's fantastically young body, with a sister I had
failed to appreciate until much later in my previous time around the
track. I am going to do better. Not only that, my sister, a mere 12 year
old, seemed to understand what I was saying, seemed to understand the
special relationship we have, and will have, and thought `this is good'.

Janice was quiet, but then she removed her clothes, she looked me in the
eye, and said, "What would you have me do?". I hugged her, naked, and she
hugged me in return. I kissed her breasts, they were small of course, but
they were real. She held my head and she experienced the pleasure of my
kisses and my suckling on her nipples. I lowered my head and kissed her
further down, to her tummy, then to her navel. I kissed her there, I played
with her navel with my tongue, and then went lower. There seems to be a
nerve that runs between the navel and the pubis which responds to kisses
and loving attention. I kissed and love it. I smothered myself on her
pelvis, below her navel, but above her vagina. I smothered it, and I
started stroking her vagina with one hand, and holding her ass with my
other hand. She started getting weak and trembling, so I eased her down
onto her bed, and continued what I was doing. I was kissing that unknown
nerve, and stroking that incredible vulva, and then I moved in from both
directions.

My kisses went to her clitoris, my fingers went into her vagina, and they
worked together. Meanwhile she was getting wetter and wetter, and the juice
was running down her slit all the way to her bum, so my left hand moved
from her ass cheeks to her bum hole, which was getting well moistened by
what was flowing from her vagina.

My virgin sister, a 12 year old with little to no sex education, and no
experience at all, was this afternoon going to a place she had never, ever,
known existed. As I kissed and gently sucked on her clitoris, I was gently
sliding my fingers of my right hand up and down her vagina and slipping
partially into her opening, while my left hand was probing her anus and
slipping part way into her butt hole, up to my first knuckle. She was
breathing hard, very hard, and sometimes breathing very shallow in little
pants. She was somewhere else entirely, to a place where girls and women
can go that no one else can ever understand or follow. She was not crying,
nor laughing, but she was making sounds I could never describe except to
say they were sounds of joy and sounds of ecstasy. She quivered, her whole
body shook, and she produced what I guess is the female equivalent of
coming in spurts. She wet the bed.

"Oh God, I don't know what just happened, but I am so glad it was you who
was involved with this. I cannot imagine if some boy from school were to
witness me doing this! Tell me this is what you meant, that this is
something only we know about with each other, and we will never share any
of this. I cannot ever let some jerk from school do this with me; they
would brag all about it to their friends, and I would be humiliated,".

"Janice, do you want to be the queen of your crowd? I have an idea how you
can be the smartest, most experienced girl in your crowd, and never let any
of the boys know anything at all about this. I promise, I will never, ever,
embarrass you or tell anyone about what we just did, no matter how often we
do it, but I am OK if you want to use me to teach your girl friends all
about this sex stuff, and you will be the queen bee of whatever crowd you
want to be with."

I am sure all you readers know where I might be going with this; Janice and
I will become the sex ed that the school never provided, and I will get my
rocks off with a whole bunch of Janice's friends, and she will be the
instructor, me just simply the much abused educational tool. But there are
other things to deal with first. Let's not forget my dear friend Stevie,
who is not my best and closest closet friend, and of course the Asshole
Bully who I will have to deal with in the park. I am really sure of how the
1960 World Series ended, but on the other hand, maybe this new life is not
going to follow the same script as in my first life.

You probably think Janice and I had a lot more sex after that, but you
forget we are pre-teens who live with parents and younger siblings. Privacy
is a rare commodity, and in fact all we exchanged over the next week was
meaningful looks and smiles. Yes, I helped her with her homework, and she
could not understand how I knew all this stuff that was not yet covered in
my classes, but she didn't question it really, she took what I could offer,
and was really nice to me. Meanwhile, little sister Allison seemed to have
forgotten all about what we did, and never asked to do it again. I didn't
consider anything with Gary, because it was a lot less risky to fool around
with little Stevie, and just as enjoyable.

Starting to Lose Control:

The day of game 7 of the World Series, Stevie and I had his flat to
ourselves with both his parents out. One thing about my recent sex
activities I noticed was that I was delivering on the goods much more than
I was receiving. I mean, a hand job from my sister was good, but I know I
gave her a whole lot more than that. I had given Stevie the time of his
life, but then had to get home. It was time for me, it was MY TIME.

Stevie and I had gotten naked pretty quick, and good old Stevie had
remembered how good it felt to sneak some of his Dad's whiskey before we
started fucking around. I think I really like whiskey, I hope I don't grow
up to be a drunk in this new life, but I know that this time around I will
find out how to get a fake ID as soon as reasonable. Or make some friends,
any way possible, who can deliver the stuff for me. No, I don't want to
destroy my potential career by drinking myself out of college, but lots of
successful people get hammered on weekends, and I already know I will not
grow up big enough to be a professional athlete, even though I am a pretty
good ball player.

We had a few shots, watched some idiot sitcoms, and started groping each
other, stumbling all over each other in our alcoholic induced state. I was
horny, and I knew what I wanted. I wanted, more than anything in the world,
to come.

I warmed up by sucking on Stevie's dick, it was small and clean, and wasn't
yet producing any semen. I think the booze affected me, and I started
sucking on it really hard, so much so that I was actually hurting
Stevie. He cried a little and asked me to stop, but the booze was affecting
me and I got nasty. This was a pattern that I had not developed in my
previous life until much later in adulthood, but then, I had never had hard
liquor until college in that life. I pushed him around and said, "If you
can't take it, then you better fucking well be prepared to give it instead
you cocksucker. Take it like a a man,". At that point I leaned back and
spread my legs. "Suck ME," I ordered. Stevie did as commanded, but he
clearly was no longer enjoying the game, and the laughs had ended. I
grabbed his head and thrust over and over into his mouth, he did not have
to deep throat me because my little cock, although it had grown, was still
not all that big. I wasn't actually hurting him, but I was rough and not
loving, and I was drunk. At some point I was getting frustrated because he
was not doing a good enough job sucking my cock, and I wanted more. Then I
remembered the effect it had on me when he had bent over in front of me
last week, and I was looking at his little bottom. I knew what I wanted.

I staggered into the kitchen and went to a cabinet where his mother kept
cooking materials, and found the coconut oil. Just what I needed. I
swaggered (staggered?) back into the bedroom with the coconut oil, and my
hard-on, and said, "turn around and bend over," and I took charge. I
scooped some of the coconut oil (house temperature about 70 degrees,
therefore oil was in soft solid state) and shoved it up his asshole, and
then rubbed more of it on my cock. It liquifies really quickly at body
temperature, and becomes really slippery, in fact I have used it many a
time for self-gratification in my first life, and again in this one as I
got older.

His little brownie was slick as a little brownie can be. My cocklet was as
slick as a cocklet can be, and it was as hard as I was going to get, so I
plunged on. I went in without a problem, and started fucking for all I was
worth. I was really into this, I was feeling just like I was fucking, hell,
I WAS fucking! I pumped, and pumped, and held his hips tight. I lifted his
ass cheeks and fucked harder. I reached under his ass and grabbed his
balls, and fucked harder. i started jacking him off while i fucked, and
fucked harder. And it happened. By this time I was almost 11 years old, and
something must have kicked in, but I think, really think, that I came. I
can't be sure of course, there was so much coconut oil melting all around
his ass and my cock that we had a great oily mess, but somehow I think I
felt come coming out of my cock, and I shouted out loud "Fuck you! Fuck me!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!", then I collapsed.

Stevie was crying. "Why did you do that? Don't you care any more?", I
didn't respond. I didn't really think about this until later, but I felt
like shit when I did. I was drunk, and not a nice drunk. Stevie forgave me
later, but I had damaged the first relationship of my life (outside of
family), and knew I was going to have an alcohol problem for the rest of my
life. I eventually got a handle on it, but I was already starting to fuck
up my second chance.

I cleaned up, I helped Stevie clean up, and went into the living room to
turn on the TV. The game was on, it was Thursday Oct 13, and the bottom of
the ninth was starting, the score was tied. Bill Mazeroski was up
first. The first pitch, no swing. Second pitch, awesome fly ball to deep
left-center...over the fucking fence! The Pirates had won the World Series,
and I had won my bet! I had a plan, concocted under the influence, but I
was going to teach that son-of-a-bitch Big Mouth Asshole a lesson.

"Stevie, I am really sorry I was that way. Can you believe I don't know how
to handle booze when I have had too much. I like you, I really do, but all
of a sudden I wanted to be the big shot, to be the kind of asshole that
other guys have been to me. No, no one has ever fucked my ass, but those
Big Mouth Assholes have picked on me, pushed me around, and embarrassed me
too long, and I took it out on you. I am really sorry. Please forgive me."

Stevie was a true friend, he hugged me and said it was all right. He
understood the part about being picked on. He said if I had not been so
angry and crude, the anal sex part would have been really good, it was kind
of cool, but he felt like I was trashing him. But I needed a favor from
him.

"Can we sneak some more booze from your old man? I need it for tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Because I have to deal with the Big Mouth Assholes, and the World Series,
and the bet. I have been picked on by those guys all of last year, and it
is starting again this year. I intend to strike back, but I am scared
shitless. I need some `Dutch Courage' to do this."

"What the fuck is `Dutch Courage'," he wanted to know. I forget, he is a
real 10 year old. I explained I needed some alcohol so I wouldn't chicken
out.

"Be there, in the park, after school. Shit will hit the fan." We filled a
flask with rum, and blended some clear liquors and some water so none of
the bottles looked low.

The Reckoning:

After school I went to the park, so did fucking just about everyone from
school. Word had spread everywhere about the confrontation last week, the
bet, and by now everyone knew how the game turned out. I feel the need to
remind you, reader, that this was the fall of 1960, and all the kids in
this story are in middle school, and no matter how enlightened you are now,
60 years later, reality was different then. For a big shot middle school
kid to give a blow job in public to a nerd was about as humiliating as
anything could be. Except that, to renege on a public bet with a nerd in
front of everyone from school was likewise humiliating. Big Mouth Asshole
was in a no-win situation. I was in control, and as a mature cool-headed
dude I should have worked this situation for my benefit, without burning
all my bridges behind me. Problem was, a part of me was again that
frightened little middle schooler who was making up for being scared
shitless by drinking a flask of rum after school and before going to the
park. Yeah, I was scared shitless, but on the other hand, I was shit-faced.

BMA was in front of me. I was standing there speechless, and a couple
hundred kids were gathered around, including my sister and also Stevie, to
witness whatever was going to happen. There were alternative opinions. BMA
gives me a blowjob, BMA says `fuck you' and doesn't give me a blow job, BMA
simply beats the shit out of me. There were other possibilities, but those
were the most likely, and 2 out of 3 ain't bad.

The class was chanting "blow job, blow job, blow job,". I was watching, and
in fact I noticed a couple on a park bench watching us. They seemed very
interested, but I couldn't tell if they were concerned enough to intervene,
or call the police, or were they just interested in watching whatever
happened.

Anyway, BMA finally decided the best course was just to do the blow job,
and maintain his leadership position by proving he was a man of his word,
or at least, a boy of his word. Now, I mentioned earlier that a blow job is
a blow job regardless of who is giving it, and being enlightened, I was not
concerned with some kids' ideas on being queer. I would relish a blow job
from anyone. But not today. Today I was ready to fight back for all the
hassles and humiliations I had to put up with. I am not defending what I
intended to do, I know it was mean and wrong, but I just wanted to explain
myself to a sympathetic audience ( I hope).

BMA knelt in front of me, and I dropped my drawers. I was not hard, and my
cock was small. He laughed at it and told everyone how easy it was going to
be to give a blow job to such a tiny little teensy weensy little baby
cock. Probably wouldn't even get hard because it was such a tiny baby
cock. He took it into his mouth and started to suck. I knew I would get
hard soon, so it was now or never. I had drunk a flask of rum, I was a
little tipsy, and my bladder was full.

I started pissing into his mouth. He started gagging and choking and pulled
back, but I was not about to stop pissing. I pissed all over his face, I
pissed all I had in me to piss, and it all went all over him, but mostly
either in his mouth, and then all over his face and head. It was a long
piss.

Of course, I knew what was coming next, but I had decided that a middle
school kid was not likely to be able to actually kill me, and probably not
even hurt me enough for the hospital, but I knew it was not going to be
good. It wasn't. He started beating the shit out of me. He punched, he
kicked, he raged out incredibly loudly, and he would have killed me if he
were able, and if he had time. I was in the dirt getting kicked when the
unexpected happened. The couple from the park bench intervened. They, being
adults, thought they had a responsibility to stop the mayhem. They stopped
the fight, they threatened to call the police if everyone failed to leave,
and then they helped me to sit up. The woman put her arms around me, and
asked if I was all right. The man said perhaps they should take me home to
get me cleaned up and maybe check me for injuries. I figured, they had
saved my life, might as well go along with whatever they decided.

New Opportunities:

Well, my clothes were dirty, kind of expected when someone beats you up and
grinds you into the ground. The first thing my savior couple needed to do
was to take my clothes off and put them in the washing machine. Why that
necessarily included my underwear, I can't say, but I could make a wild
guess. So I was buck naked in front of a couple of "older" adults. Not sure
how old exactly, but I think they were older than my parents. Let's call
them John and Mary. Mary fussed over me, and my obvious contusions and
scrapes, but firmly decided that a bath was the first aid, of the various
aids, I needed. She ran a very nice warm bath and helped me step in,
because as we all know, a 10 year old boy needs help getting into a
bathtub.

First order of business, cleanness-wise, was a shampoo. Mary had me sitting
in the tub of warm water. I would have been happy just to have eased myself
down and submerged, but Mary had shampoo and intended to use it. Of course,
that meant using the shower "telephone handle" hand-held shower head on a
hose. She wet my hair down good, but then an unexpected little glitch
happened. The handle slipped from her hand and soaked HER down. Her dress
was very wet, particularly the upper half.

"Oh dear, I am soaked and my clothes are soaked through, I need to hang
these up to dry or they will wrinkle horribly, and will need a professional
laundry, and you know how expensive those are!" So what else could she do,
but remove her dress, and of course her wet brassiere, because wet
brassieres are very irritating and will give a rash. Well damn, it just
seems silly to be practically totally naked in a bath environment, and
still be wearing panties, doesn't it? So, might as well take those off as
well.

So, just to clarify, I am naked in a stranger's bathtub, sitting up, while
she is naked and standing in front of me, and washing my hair. My face is
at her pussy level, and I am getting my first ever close up look at a
mature pussy. In fact, I think the term "cunt" is actually better because I
think a "pussy" is what Nancy, my classmate, and Janice, my sister,
have. Theirs were smooth and pink and childlike, and oh so erotic! Mary's
crotch is not like that, not that there's anything wrong with that, but it
is different. Mary's snatch is far more hairy, naturally. It is also not so
much pink, as flesh colored, and a little darker than her other flesh. The
lips are more prominent, and the clitoris is way more developed. And she
has a woman's scent from her cunt, not like a young girl's scent, but
stronger, and really sexual, and OMG, I am getting a pretty damn good
hard-on while I sit in the tub watching her snatch while she shampoos my
hair. I think the rum is wearing off, but maybe I am wrong, because without
even thinking about it I Iean forward to kiss her in her cunt, and kiss it
very affectionately, and deeply, and inhale it, and lick her opening, and
then lick her very prominent clitoris, to the point that I am suckling on
it as if it were a tiny penis. Mary kept washing my air, but her attention
was elsewhere. She just kept massaging shampoo into my head, over and over,
holding onto my head as if it were precious, and making unintelligible
sounds which I assume were indications of pleasure. Rather suddenly, Mary
let out a gush. No, not verbally gushing over me, but vaginally gushing out
a fountain of whatever it is that women gush from their vaginas when they
are really into it. I guess she was washing my face. I was swamped, but I
did not drown. I was by now really horny, and no one was touching my sex
bits, but the taste and smell of Mary's sex bits were intoxicating, and my
poor little cocklet was just aching for something, someone, ANYTHING, to
give me some release. But Mary recovered, and said it was time to wash the
rest of me. She rinsed my head thoroughly, to the point I thought I might
in fact drown, and then had me stand up.

She started to wash me with a nice soft soap, starting at my neck and
moving down my body. She was very good with the chest and tummy, and then
got REALLY good with my cock 'n' balls. She was soaping my boyhood very
thoroughly, and with very nice hands, washing every bit of my best bits. As
I responded to her care-giving, she had a little giggle, and said to John
(oh yes, John had shown up at some point, watching intently, for, how
long?), "Oh look, John, when he gets all stiff his little foreskin comes
all the way back and you almost can't tell he is `uncut',".

John leaned in for a better look. "Yes, I see, so many boys these days are
circumcised, it is nice to see an intact boy, and he certainly has an
attractive little dickie,". John was a little weird, but not in a scary,
dangerous, way. More like just weird, but harmless. "I say," said John,
"Why don't you let me help out here, I don't want to embarrass you with his
male reactions," and they both laughed. John started washing me, and even
though Mary had really done a thorough job with my organs, John started off
with them and repeated all the massaging and soaping that Mary had done. By
this time I was pretty damn stiff, and then John boosted the reaction by
probing my butt with his soapy finger. John had a very smooth way of
working his hand all around my cocklet, while at the same time working a
finger from his other hand in and out of my butt, cleaning me inside and
out apparently. Meanwhile, I could clearly see the bulge in his chinos as
he paid attention to me. It only seemed perfectly normal for me to close my
hand upon that bulge, which, surprise, surprise, made his bulge even
bigger! By this time, even though I thought I was no longer under the
influence of the demon rum, the most logical thing to do, it seemed, was to
unzip his pants and reach into his boxers and find the source of that
bulge. Guess what? It was his very manly penis, bigger than any penis I was
familiar with, and stiff, and warm, and very much appreciative of my
attentions. His pants were still on, but his hardon was sticking out of his
pants like a truncheon, and I was holding onto it and wondering what in
hell I was going to do with such an enormous appendage! Just what opening
was this going to fit into?

They were weird, but they sure carried it off with aplomb.

"Oh John, this warm humid air of the bath is making me feel a little
faint. I think I need to go to the bedroom and get into something
cooler. Bring our little friend along so we can get him dry and check for
any injuries".

"Good idea, Mary. I have also gotten my clothing a little wet from the
bath, and need to get out of these wet clothes."

You don't have to be an adult in a kid's body to understand where this is
going. Fortunately they were so nice, and I had been so sore from my park
beating, that I really appreciated how they were taking care of me. I am
sure I was not in hurry to explain to my parents why I was coming home
battered and torn. John and Mary were smoothing out the pain, and cleaning
my clothes, so I was not going to have to explain anything. And my
curiosity was growing. These were older adults, not real old, not retirees,
but they were older than my parents, and that constituted "old". How far
was this going to go?

"Let us going Mary's room and get you all dry, and make sure you don't have
any cuts that need attention," said John.

"Mary's room, don't you share a room?", I naively asked, just assuming that
couples shared a bedroom and slept together.

"Oh, we are not married! Oh no, we are brother and sister, but we have been
unlucky at love and ultimately decided just to live with each other, the
only person we could truly trust. In truth, we were both married at one
time, but our spouses actually ran off with each other, apparently we
served the purpose of finding mates for each other, but not for
ourselves. Neither of us had any children, probably a good thing
considering how complicated that would have turned out, father/uncle,
aunt/mother. Oh well, that is why we enjoy helping children and showing
them some affection. Usually we share this with unfortunate children, and
though you may come from a normal home and family, at the time we saw you,
you certainly were in an unfortunate situation.", no argument there.  Mary
had not exactly "changed into" something cooler, but she had put on a light
robe, unfastened. John went to switch my clothes from the washing machine
to the dryer. I had about an hour before I really needed to get home, so it
seemed my clothes would be ready, and whatever was in store for me with
this odd couple, well, we had an hour.

Mary started drying me, first my hair, which she then brushed, then my
body, for which she knelt in front of me, her face right at my cock
level. John came in behind me, and dried my back, but he stayed standing,
and it became obvious he was not dressed in anything, and his cock level
was very near my butt, in fact, my butt cheeks were holding it down, right
in my crack, so it wasn't popping up against his flat belly. Neither of
them were muscular, or particularly athletic looking, but they were trim,
not fat, John a bit on the thin side, Mary less thin, but still not heavy,
except her breasts were pretty ample.

Mary laid me on the bed to check me for injuries. "Oh wow, I have never
actually `played doctor' ", I quipped. They chuckled. I had made a joke
while naked and being probed by strangers. I guess I was getting over my
anxiety issues.

"No real injuries, that guy was not all that strong apparently, and since
he was only middle school, I guess he didn't have a weapon. You will be
fine, and if you don't say anything about this, your parents will never
have to know what you did." was Mary's diagnosis. All the while she was
"playing doctor" she kept running her hands and fingers over me, and only
brushing my penis every now and then, but then moving on. She was really
starting to drive me crazy! I wanted her to linger, but she didn't. I
wanted her to take a firm hold, but she didn't. Then she looked at John and
said, "John, look at how nicely his foreskin covers his head, but how
smoothly it moves back to expose the head whenever I stroke it," and
continued to stroke me back and forth to demonstrate. John was watching
intently, and damn, he was getting aroused almost as much as I was! There
were in Mary's bedroom, John naked, Mary with a light robe that was not
closed, and me lying on my back naked while Mary stroked my cock back and
forth.

"I think it must be time to kiss it and make it better," said Mary as she
leaned over me. She kissed, then she licked, then she inhaled my cock all
the way into her mouth in an incredibly smooth movement. I lurched up, my
body begging for more, and more, and more was what I got. Mary started
sucking and pulling back, then sucking back in, then pulling back. John was
beside himself holding and pulling on his own hardon, and he could not hold
his cool any longer.

"Let me!", and he moved Mary aside and devoured my cocklet. Mary got behind
him and started fondling his cock and balls while he sucked my cock for all
he was worth. This man sucked cock way more vigorously, and way stronger,
than Little Stevie. I was almost afraid of how hard he sucked, but my cock
was not afraid, it kept getting harder and bigger. John's kept getting
bigger and more raging as well as Mary kept up the stroking and fondling on
his groin.

"Mary, don't you want something for you?", I wondered aloud. "I have an
idea," and I came up with a plan. I instructed John to lie across the foot
of the bed, on his side, while I rolled onto my side. He could still give
me head, then I had Mary lie on her side facing me, but head to foot, and
she could give John's package all the attention she wanted, and I could
cunnilinger her. Her cunt was powerful, it was large, and it was aching for
attention. I dove in with gusto, I loved that she had a large clitoris I
could suck on, and her vagina lips were like wings I could bury my face
in. I was reveling in the taste and smell sensation of a mature cunt, and
rubbing my face all over in it. I plunged my tongue into her cave, but
honestly, although it was a great sensation for me, I suspect my limited
size was not satisfying her enough. I was focused so hard on Mary's pussy
that I wasn't even paying that much attention to the great head job John
was giving me. I wanted to prove my mettle to Mary. "Mary, do you need to
be fucked!", I roared, not really a question, more of an exclamation.

"Oh God yes!". I pulled out of John's mouth and rolled on top of Mary and
plunged straight ahead. I was as big as I have ever been, but I could see
John's cock, and I was nowhere near that level, hey, I was not even 11
years old yet. I found my way into her cave with no problem at all. Fucking
was new to me. Totally! But I just seemed to know exactly what I was
supposed to do. I thrust my hips, and bounced around on her body, I went
crazy on her tits and sucked one while caressing the other. I was in heaven
and out of control, and then I came. I could feel the come coming out of my
cock, maybe because of the suck job John had given me, maybe I had must
reached a new level of sexual maturity, but I came, and it was the most
wonderful feeling I had ever felt. The semen streamed out of my cock head
and into Mary's open cunt. I pulsed, I wiggled, I had just gotten laid!

In all honesty, I don't know if Mary got quite the charge I got, but she
smiled and held me tightly and kissed me all over my face. She called me
sweet names and rubbed my head with her hands. I shrunk quickly after
coming, and rolled off. Mary looked up at John and gave him a look. "John,
I don't think our little soldier here is big enough in the butt for your
cock, and I am not even sure he can take you in his mouth, I think you are
going to have to fuck me."

I had something to prove, and I dove down to John's cock and stuffed as
much into my mouth as I could. Really, he was so big, and my mouth was so
young, I had trouble doing much with his cock in my mouth, although I
tried. I was careful not to bite him, but when I sucked for a bit, I had to
stop and breathe again. I could not do both at once like I could with
Stevie. But I tried, and I kept my mouth over his cock and tried to drool
enough to give him that warm and wet wonderful feeling. It was a challenge.

"Mary, we can't fuck, we are brother and sister, that is not right"

"John, look at what we have done with this child, and many other young
people before this. We are perverts, no two ways about it. What difference
does it make if we add incestual fucking to our list of `atrocities' that
we are going to hell for? Give it to me you big beast, I want more!"

John gave her more. I was stunned to be a witness to this level of sexual
power and raw sex. To see two adults, middle aged, have such passion and
stamina, was inspiring. John's cock was big, real big, Mary had a mature
cunt, quite prepared for his weapon of choice. He was rising and falling,
not just screwing in and out, but his entire body would rise up, and then
he would descend upon her and tunnel into her tunnel of love, supporting
his own weight with his hands to either side of her shoulders. She would
raise her ass off the bed as he raised up, and she would thrust back at
his, and then be driven to the mattress with his thrust. Her breasts were
heaving, she was making sounds that no one could transcribe or duplicate,
and he was frothing at the mouth and sputtering. She started coming into
orgasm. She wailed and cried out, and then cried and laughed and made
incomprehensible sounds very loudly. All of a sudden John roared out, he
snorted like a bull, he let out a final triumphant cry and crushed down on
her one last time. Then he quivered and made small thrusts totally silently
as he pumped out the rest of his semen into her.

When they stopped they held each other tightly, they hugged, then they
kissed like real lovers, not aggressively, but totally committed to each
other. They were smiling with tears running down their faces. At this point
I felt like an intruder and thought I should slip away, although I wasn't
sure where I would go. They stopped me.

"Thank you my little charming vagabond, you must be our good luck charm. We
went somewhere this afternoon we have never gone, and I think it was
because we found you, and realized the only thing missing in our lives was
the love we both kept deep inside. You brought us together. I only hope you
have a sister and realize how important that bond is."

"Well," I said, "as a matter of fact I do, and we have recently become much
closer. We have not actually had total sex, but we have opened up to each
other, and have even made each other feel good, naked."

John laughed a hearty chuckle. "Well, you know, we think you are really
quite a good catch, and the fact that you have a sister so close to you
leads me to think you might be a good choice to earn some money. Would you,
and your sister, be interested in earning $50 each for a few hours work?"

Are you talking about being whores?", I naturally questioned.

"No, no, not at all. We have some interesting dinners we host for some
special friends. We would like to know if you and your sister might be
interested in being our `serving attendants' to serve the courses and the
drinks for the dinner party. You would essentially be like the maids and
butlers that serve at the party and the dinner, like you see on those PBS
British manors."

"OK, that's sounds cool, but I can't believe you would pay $50 each for a
few hours of that kind of work. Babysitting is about $1 per hour, and it's
not fun at all. Why are you paying so well?"

"Very astute," John said, "Mary, tell him more."

"Well, you see, you will be nude for the entire evening. Don't worry, if
it's chilly we will keep the house well-heated. You will be "eye candy" for
our special friends, who just happen to find children very much fun to look
at. You are not required to do anything other than do the serving, but if
you should choose to play any games with any guests, who may offer you a
"tip" for your service, that is strictly between you and them. You will not
be forced or bullied into anything. John and I are very fond of you, and we
assume your sister is a nice girl as well, and we will look out for you. By
the way, how old is your sister, and has she grown breasts and pubic hair
yet?"

"Her boobs are small, and she only has a little hair down there. She is not
13 yet."

"Great! Can you do this next weekend, Saturday night, from about 5PM til
about 8PM? That should get you home at an hour your parents could
accept. You don't have to tell them the details, just find out if you can
do this. Our guests will be so excited!"

Oh, wow. Will Janice agree to this? Will our parents believe whatever story
we concoct to be out for a few hours? I can see a lot of problems, but on
the other hand, this could be a really interesting night. Special friends,
apparently friends, like John and Mary, who like nude young people. I
should be afraid, really afraid, but somehow I am not, and I think it's
kind of exciting. I have some selling and convincing to do over the next
couple days, first Janice, then our parents.