Grant's Big Day

Grant's Big Day
by jallen944 �

Part 1

It had already been a long torturous wait. Grant let out a deep breath and peeked over the brick half wall where he was hiding behind the church. Those two guys with the skateboards were still there by the steps, and the three girls were still with them. He ducked his head behind the wall again, wishing Jon would hurry up, and wishing those skateboarders would go away.

How long did it have to take? Jon said he found some magazines in his brother�s room with pictures of naked girls. His brother was old enough to buy beer, just a couple of years older than them. He said all he had to do was sneak them past his Mom. Did she catch him doing it, and now they�d never get to see what was in those magazines?

Just the thought of what might be in those magazines had him excited already. His dick was as hard as a bar of iron, and it felt like it was going to rip out of his jeans.

What if those girls came over to help him out with his problem? He peeked over the wall again. They were still there, standing with their backs to him, watching the guys skate up and down the church steps. One was wearing blue sweat pants low on her hips, with long dark hair. The other was wearing blue shorts and a white tank top, and the third had long blonde hair and was wearing tight white shorts.

�I got them,� Jon said.

Grant turned quickly and yanked his hand away from the lump stretching down the leg of his jeans. Finally, Jon had arrived, but his hands were empty.

�You got them?� Grant said.

�Yeah.�

�Where are they?�

Jon glanced at the skaters and the girls. �Let�s go over here.�

They snuck a little farther behind the half wall, to the back wall of the church, out of sight of anyone. Jon lifted the back of his shirt, pulled out a couple of magazines and handed one to Grant.

�Wow,� was all he could say. He couldn�t believe what he was looking at. Right there on the front cover was a naked woman, and she looked good. �I thought you said your brother was gay.�

�He is. These are the only two he had with girls. The others just have pictures of guys,� Jon said and shivered. �You carbonsmudgeck that one out. I�ll carbonsmudgeck this one out.�

He plopped down in the grass with his back against the wall and started flipping pages. Grant did the same, but turned the pages slowly, lingering on the exquisite images. His magazine had pretty girls without clothes, and their legs were spread. He never thought he�d see anything that looked so good in his whole life. Each page had images that only made his dick harder, so hard it hurt. On one page the girl�s legs were spread and she had her fingers in her tiny pink slit. He stared. How would it feel to put his dick in there?

�Here, you look at this one. I wanna see that one,� Jon said, and traded magazines.

Grant nearly fetishd. The second magazine was even better because it had pictures of girls having sex with real men. The guy was some dopey looking jerk. The girl had long red hair, fat red lips and big, round boobs. In the first picture she was holding his dick. In the second picture, it was in her mouth, between her big, red lips.

�Oh my God.�

�I know. I never thought a girl would put it in her mouth,� Jon said.

In the third picture, she had her legs spread and his dick was pushing into her pink, wet slit. Grant groaned.

�I can�t stand it anymore,� he said, and started to unbuckle his belt.

�What are you doing?�

�I gotta get it out. It hurts.

He pushed down his jeans and his dick popped out, standing straight up.

�Damn, Dude. That�s bigger than my brother�s.�

Grant held the magazine in his right hand and rubbed his dick with his left. Jon made a disgusted face.

�Dude, you are sick to just start jerking off in front of me like that.�

�Why don�t you do it?�

Jon paused a second, his eyes on Grant�s hand. Quickly, he unbuckled his own belt.

�What if those girls see us?�

Grant shrugged. �We�ll ask them to do this for us.�

He closed his eyes. What a great idea that was. In his mind, he pictured the three girls walking over to the wall and leaning on it to watch.

�What are you guys up to?� one of them would say.

�Just jerking off,� Grant would say back.

�How about if we help you out with that?�

�Sure. That would be great.�

Then they would come around the end of the wall and get on their hands and knees. One of them, probably the girl with the dark hair, would put Jon�s dick in her mouth, and her head would bob up and down. The other two girls would take turns with his dick. First one girl would lick it and suck it deep into her mouth, then she would pass it to the other girl, who would do the same thing. Both girls would giggle and smile at him, and kiss each other. And the whole time he would be able to look down their shirts and see their beautiful, round boobs.

�Oh God,� Grant said with a grunt. His cum erupted and splattered on the open page of the magazine.

�Hey, what�d you do that for? Shit, now my brother�s gonna ******* me,� Jon said.

Grant couldn�t speak until all the spasms finished. That was probably the best one yet. When he opened his eyes, Jon was still furiously pumping his dick in his fist, but he was staring at him with a confused, angry look on his face. Grant wiped the sweat from his upper lip.

�He�s gay. How bad can he hurt you?�

Jon shook his head. �He can still kick the cuckolds brownie out of me.�

His hand pumped faster, but nothing was happening for him. Grant peeked over the wall. The girls were still there. One of the skater guys was standing with them, watching the other guy go down the stairs. His arm was around the waist of the girl in the white shorts, and his hand was on her ass.

�Damn. I wish one of those girls would come over here and put my dick in her mouth. I�d love to know what that feels like.�

�Yeah. Me too,� Jon said. He sucked in a deep breath and finally shot his stuff into the grass by the other magazine.

They were quiet for a long time, sitting in the grass with their backs against the church wall and their dicks hanging out of their pants. Jon�s had gone soft and shrunk up, but Grant�s was still mostly hard and lay across his left leg like a snake taking a nap in the warm sun. The blobs of sperm were running over the open page of the magazine.

�Dude, you live by Owen, don�t you?� Jon said, and buckled his jeans.

�Yeah. He lives a few houses down from me.�

�You should get his Mom to do it. You know, suck you off.�

�What? Are you crazy?�

Jon leaned forward, looking excited.

�Dude, I heard my Mom say she�s a slut and she relaxs around with other guys. I bet she�d suck on your dick if she knew it was big like that.�

Grant shook his head. �You think I should just go over there and say �Hi Mrs. Stills. You wanna suck on my dick?��

�No, stupid. But I bet if she saw it you wouldn�t even have to ask her to. All you gotta do is figure out how to let her see it and I bet she�ll be all over it.�

Grant didn�t say anything. He just nodded and put his dick back in his jeans and zipped them up.

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Part 2

Owen was running up the score on the hockey video game. Every time he got the puck he moved his players down the ice and scored. And every time he scored he whooped and pumped his fist.

�Man, what�s wrong with you? I never beat you this bad before,� he said.

Grant shook his head. �Just can�t concentrate.�

Owen stole the puck again. His fingers flicked over the buttons on his controller, moving his players in for another score. Grant stopped the first shot, moving his goalie with his thumb on the controller, then the second shot, but the third shot went in.

Jon whooped and pumped his fist over his head.

�Can you believe that? Serious, man, my guys are gonna win the cup like that,� he said.

Grant plunked his controller down among the brownietered CD cases and video game boxes on the floor of Owen�s room.

�You play for a while. I gotta take a leak.�

�Whatever. Serious, man. I�m just gonna whip you some more when you get back.�

Grant stepped out of Owen�s room and closed the door behind him. He was headed toward the bathroom at the top of the stairs when Mrs. Stills appeared from the room at the other end of the hall carrying a plastic basket full of laundry. She smiled at him.

�Hi Grant. Are you guys having fun?�

�Yes, Mrs. Stills,� he said.

She was wearing an old t-shirt and jeans with paint stains. Her large boobs stretcarbonsmudged the front of the shirt, and rested on the rim of the basket. He blinked and looked away so it wasn�t obvious that he was staring.

�Good. I�m gonna make hot dogs for lunch when you guys get hungry. There�s more pop in the fridge, if you want,� she said, and started down the stairs.

�Thank you.�

He paused outside the bathroom to watch the way her ass moved in the jeans. If only he could put his hands on it, squeeze it, or press his dick against it. He groaned and rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom.

When he finished peeing and flushed the toilet, he leaned against the counter. His limp dick hung from the fly of his jeans. What if Jon was right? What if all he had to do was show it to her and she would beg him to let her suck it? So how would he do that? Should he walk up to her and pull down his jeans and say carbonsmudgeck this out? He chuckled. Sure, he could just see her drop to her knees to blow him if he did that.

But it wasn�t a bad idea. It stuck out in the leg of his jeans when it was hard. How many times was he afraid of being embarrassed that someone would see it? Now was his chance to find out what would happen if someone saw it for real.

He started rubbing. His hand was cold and shaking. All he had to do was get himself hard. Then, if it worked, he might get Mrs. Stills to touch it, or even better, suck on it. Could there be anything better?

But nothing was happening. He pumped faster, hoping for any response. Still, his dick hung limp from the front of his jeans and he felt nothing. He let out a deep breath. What was wrong with him? Usually, all he had to do was think about a girl and his dick got hard enough to rip through his jeans. Why couldn�t he just-

The bathroom door opened and he scramred to cover himself. Loren, Owen�s sister, came in a glared at him.

�Are you still in here? I gotta go pee,� she said.

Grant turned away and covered the front of his jeans with both hands.

�Don�t you know how to knock?� he said.

�I gotta pee. What are you doing?�

�Nothing. Go away.�

She smiled. �Are you jerking off?�

�No. Go away.�

�Can I watch? This one time, I watcarbonsmudged my brother do it when he didn�t know I was watching. Can I watch you do it?�

Grant had his back turned, and looked at her over his shoulder. She had closed the door and was leaning against it. She looked a lot like her lady, with long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and smaller breasts that pushed against the front of her t-shirt. He sighed, turned around and took his hands away. Her eyes immediately dropped to the front of his jeans.

�It�s no use. I can�t get it hard,� he said.

Loren was staring at his dick with her mouth hanging open. Her hand reacarbonsmudged out and toucarbonsmudged it. The tips of her fingers were warm.

�Can I do it?� she said.

�Sure, I guess.�

She picked it up and rolled it in her fingers. The bathroom became very quiet. His eyes were fixed on her hand. She was actually touching it. He couldn�t believe what he was seeing.

�It feels kinda funny. What do I do?� she said, with her nose wrinkled up.

When he spoke his voice was fetishd and he had to clear his throat.

�Just hold it like that and move your hand back and forth.�

She stroked his dick slowly with a very light grip. He sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes.

�Like this?� she said.

�Yeah, like that.�

�Does it feel good?�

�Oh yeah. That feels really good.�

Her grip tightened. It only took a second and he started to swell. In the back of his throat, he groaned.

�It�s getting hard,� Loren said.

�Yeah.�

Her whole hand closed around the shaft and she pumped harder.

�Is it supposed to be this big?�

�Do you think that�s big?�

She nodded. Her eyes were wide. His dick continued to swell in her tiny hand, growing longer and thicker.

His fingers tightened on the edge of the vanity. The muscles in his legs tensed. With another groan, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

�You better stop. You�re gonna make me shoot,� he said.

She looked confused. �What do you mean make you shoot?�

�You know, my load, my wad.�

�Oh, you mean like make that white stuff come out? I saw Owen do that when he was rubbing his dick. I smelled it when he was gone. It smelled really gross,� she said and wrinkled her nose.

Grant stuffed his hard dick back into his jeans and angled the shaft down the right leg of his jeans. The tip reacarbonsmudged almost to his knee. He looked at himself in the mirror.

�Yeah, she can�t miss that,� he said.

�Who can�t miss it?�

�Your Mom.�

�What�s my Mom gonna do with it?�

�She�s gonna suck on it, I hope, and make me shoot my load.�

Loren made a disgusted face. �Ick,� she said.

He reacarbonsmudged for the door handle, but she stopped him and adjusted the front of his jeans. The ridge of his dick stood out even more.

�There, that�s better,� she said.

Grant went downstairs. Mrs. Stills was in the kitcarbonsmudgen. He leaned against the counter with his feet apart. There was no way she could miss what he wanted her to see.

�Hi Grant. What�s up?� she said. She was standing by the window over the sink and the sunlight shined through her golden hair.

�Oh nothing. I came down to get some more pop.�

�Are you guys getting hungry? I�m making fish sandwicarbonsmudges for lunch.�

She looked right at him and smiled, then opened the refrigerator. Grant frowned. How could she not notice what he had in his jeans? She bent forward to get something from the bottom of the refrigerator and her jeans stretcarbonsmudged tight over her ass and slid down, showing the top band of her panties. His dick throbbed.

�I hope you like fish. It�s Owen�s favorite.�

�Sure, I love it,� he said.

He moved closer. This had to work, somehow. She turned around and handed him two cold bottles of Mountain Dew. Her eyes never wavered from his, never even tried to look down at his crotch.

�Thanks,� he said, with a dejected tone in his voice.

He stood in the center of the kitcarbonsmudgen for another minute, hoping to give her one last chance to see the huge ridge that stuck out in the leg of his jeans, but her back was to him and she was getting the fish ready for the fryer.

�Are you coming to Owen�s birthday party next week?� she said, and turned to look at him.

His face brightened. �Yeah, I can�t wait.�

�Great. He�ll be thrilled.�

She went back to preparing the fish and Grant took the pop upstairs, shaking his head. He didn�t know what he expected to happen. Already, his dick was getting soft.

�So what happened?� Jon said.

Grant shrugged and shook his head and kicked a stone that skipped across the parking lot and hit the hub cap of an old car.

�Dude, come on. You gotta tell me what happened.�

Grant held his breath. What would it take to make it all go away?

�Nothing happened. It just ... Nothing happened.�

He hung his head. Jon had an astonished look on his face.

�Dude, I was so sure it would work. Did she see that you had a hard on?�

�No, she didn�t even notice.�

�Did you even have a hard on?�

�Yeah, it was hard. I don�t know how she could miss it. Loren got me really hard.�

Jon paused. �What?�

�It stuck out like I had a pipe in my pants. I don�t know how she could have missed it.�

Jon shook his head. �No, no, Dude, back up there a second. Who got you hard?�

�Loren, Owen�s sister. I went into the bathroom, you know, and I was jerking myself, but I couldn�t do it. So then she comes in and does it for me.�

�Dude, that is freaky. Why don�t you get her to suck it?�

�Are you kidding? She�s Owen�s kid sister.�

�So what, Dude, as long as she blows you? Hell, forget about Owen�s Mom, get his sister to do it. She�s eighteen. She�s legal.�

Grant squeezed his lips together. That made sense. She had already seen his dick, and she didn�t freak out about it. How come Jon always had the good ideas?

He arrived early for the birthday party. He brought a present that he picked out and his Mom wrapped, and Mrs. Stills told him to leave it on the dining room table.

�Owen�s in the back, trying out his new basketball,� she said.

Grant walked through the house to the back yard, looking for Loren along the way. If he found her, what would he say? Should he just come out and ask if she�d like to touch his dick again? What if she told her Mom on him, or even worse, said yes? The thought made him nervous.

He played basketball in the driveway with Owen and his cousin Ryan, whose sister Bethany was helping Loren carry plates of hamburgers and hot dogs to the grill for Owen�s Dad. He didn�t notice her at first, and she didn�t seem to notice him at all.

When the food was ready, they took a break to eat. They had been playing for a long time and Grant was starving. He got two carbonsmudgeeseburgers and a pile of potato chips and picked a spot at a table under the shade to eat. Before he finished the second carbonsmudgeeseburger, Loren sat down in the seat beside him. She put her elbow on the table and her chin in his palm and smiled.

�Hi,� he said, and took a bite.

�Hi. What�s new?�

�Nothing.�

He licked the mustard from his lips. She played with the corner of the plastic table cover.

�Did you have any luck?� she said.

�With what?�

She looked around, leaned closer and lowered her voice.

�You know, last week? With my Mom? Did you show her your dick?�

Grant tensed and swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very warm.

�No. I couldn�t do it.�

�Oh.� The eager look on her face disappeared. �Did she see it? In your pants, I mean.�

�No.�

�Oh. That�s too bad.�

Grant put his burger down on his plate. For some reamister, he was no longer hungry. Loren was scratching the table cover with the nail of her thumb.

�Why?� he said.

She shrugged. I bet she would have liked it, that�s all. We like a lot of the same kinds of stuff, my Mom and me.�

He stared at her for a second. Even without the sun, her hair shimmered like fine strands of gold. She smiled at him. One day she would be as hot as her Mom, maybe hotter.

�You liked it?� he said.

She nodded. �It made me all tingly inside.�

�Do you wanna touch it again?�

�Sure.�

His penis stirred in his jeans and they quickly became tighter.

�Right now?�

�Ok.�

Owen and Ryan had finished their burgers and were going back to play basketball again. He was starting to panic. They would want him to join them soon.

�Where can we go?� he said.

Loren turned her eyes up to think, and he wished she would hurry.

�How about my room?� she said.

�Ok. Go up there and I�ll come up in a few minutes so no one thinks we�re going together.�

She jumped up and ran into the house, her face beaming with a big smile. Her tight jeans outlined the smooth, round shape of her ass. His penis twitcarbonsmudged and swelled even more in his jeans.

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Part 3

After a minute or two he got up, carrying his paper plate and the bottle of Mountain Dew and headed for the door, but he kept close to the house and away from the other guests, who might see the embarrassing shape in the leg of his jeans.

�Hey Grant, hold up a second.�

He stopped at the door and turned to Owen�s Dad. He held out a plate piled with cooked burgers.

�Would you take these in the house for me and put them in the kitcarbonsmudgen? Thanks,� he said.

Grant took the plate and quickly went into the house before he noticed anything odd.

The kitcarbonsmudgen was empty. Upstairs, Loren was waiting for him, and if he was lucky he would get her to do more than just touch his dick. He wanted to find out if her small mouth could handle the size of his dick, and it was growing longer and harder by the second.

He set the plate on the counter and turned around. Mrs. Stills was right there, holding a glass of scotch. Her left hand was tucked under her right arm.

�Hello Grant,� she said.

�Uh, hi. Mr. Stills asked me to bring these burgers in.�

She looked past him at the plate.

�Thanks.�

�Sure.�

He shifted from one foot to the other and she looked puzzled. His hand moved over the front of his jeans.

�Are you all right?� she said.

�Yeah, fine.�

She walked around him and moved the plate of burgers to the counter by the stove.

�Would you like another pop?�

�Yes, please,� Grant said. He could not figure out how to get her to go away so he could slip upstairs. His dick just got harder, and his jeans got tighter. She handed him a cold Mountain Dew.

�What are you hiding in your pants?�

�What? Nothing,� he said, and yanked his hand away.

Mrs. Stills stepped back, leaned against the counter, and took a sip of her scotch. Her eyes drifted down to his crotch and she smiled.

�It sure looks like something to me.�

Grant swallowed hard. He was shaking all over, and she looked so calm. He couldn�t believe what he was about to say.

�I have something to show you,� he said, and nearly fetishd on the words.

�Is that so?�

�Yes.�

She raised the glass and paused with it at her lips.

�Is it in your pants?�

Grant nodded and rubbed the long ridge that stood up in the leg of his jeans.

�It�s pretty big,� he said.

Mrs. Stills licked her lips. �I can�t wait to find out what it is.�

The back door opened and a woman�s voice called for her. Mrs. Stills stepped up to Grant, put her hand on the front of his jeans and rubbed the hard bulge of his dick. His back stiffened. The heat of her hand spread through his groin. She leaned close and whispered in his ear.

�It�s my sister. Don�t go anywhere,� she said.

The woman who came into the kitcarbonsmudgen with two empty bowls looked like a younger, shorter version of Mrs. Stills, with long, straight blonde hair that swished across her back when she walked.

�Bev, there you are. Those boys plowed through the pretzels and potato chips. Do you have any more?� she said. She glanced at Grant and smiled.

�Oh sure. We have plenty.�

Mrs. Stills opened a couple of new bags and refilled the bowls.

�Do you mind if I have a sip of your scotch? This day has been nuts.�

�Sure, go ahead.�

Her sister took a long sip and set the glass down.

�Don�t have time to talk now. Gary�s in the middle of telling Mom and Dad about our trip to Florida. I have to make sure he doesn�t leave anything out.�

She grabbed the bowls, smiled at Grant again and went out. Mrs. Stills was smiling at him as well. She reacarbonsmudged for the glass of scotch and her finger slowly circled the tip of her breast.

�Now, what was it that you wanted to show me?� she said.

He coughed to clear his throat. �Well ... It�s my dick.�

�Excuse me?�

He hesitated and his throat tightened. Had he gone too far? Had he assumed too much? But she was still smiling, and her finger was still touching the tip of her breast. He started again.

�I mean, my penis.�

�What about your penis?� Mrs. Stills said, and sipped her scotch.

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Great story of coming of age! Everyone should read this regardless of it not being a "technical" cuckold story. Keep these good stories coming, no pun intended, jallen!

Great story of coming of age! Everyone should read this regardless of it not being a "technical" cuckold story. Keep these good stories coming, no pun intended, jallen!


Thank you for the compliment. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.


Part 5

"So dude, what happened yesterday? I called you, but you weren't home," Jon said.

"I went to Owen's house for his birthday," Grant said.

They were walking together down the crowded sidewalk, past a long row of buses. Kids were lined up to get on every bus. Jon carried one book, but Grant had a backpack over his shoulder, heavy with books and papers.

"No cuckolds brownie. You still hang out with him?"

"Sure. He's cool. Why not?"

"You know, 'cause of that thing with his Mom."

They stopped by the bus with the Y sign in the windshield and stood by the grass, away from the rest of the kids getting on.

"He doesn't know anything. Besides, she's cool about it," Grant said.

"She's cool about it? Why is she cool about it? Did you get her to suck your dick?"

Grant couldn't hold back a wide grin. "Yeah, she sucked me. Then she fucked me, too."

Jon's mouth fell open. "No way. I don't believe it," he said in a loud voice. Most of the kids in the line looked at them.

"I gave her my load, too."

"What, on her face?"

"No, inside her. She wanted me to do it in her pussy."

Jon's face looked shocked again. "No way, dude. Are you crazy? That's how you can get her pregnant."

Grant's grin disappeared. "I didn't think about that."

"Shit yeah. Dude, what if you got Owen's Mom knocked up?"

"I don't know what I'm gonna do."

They stood for a long time without speaking. The line for the bus got shorter.

"Look, dude, I gotta get on my bus before it leaves. You busy tomorrow?" Jon said.

"I don't think so. Why?"

"I got this hook up with a chick named Emily," he said and ran off to one of the far buses.

Grant got in line with the other kids. His world was slowly turning black, and it felt like a huge weight was settling on his shoulders. What if he got Owen's Mom pregnant? What would his Mom say about that?

He kept his head down when he got on and found a seat on his own. All he could do was stare out the window, not even noticing the streets and houses that went by.

"Hey Grant. What's going on?" someone said.

He looked up and Loren had sat down next to him, with another girl who looked familiar. She smiled at him and he immediately forgot what he was so worried about.

"Not much. What's going on with you?"

"Nothing," Loren said with a shrug, but she seemed to have something else on her mind. "You got any homework?"

"Just some history," he said, and held up his backpack. "What about you?"

"Not much."

"Me neither," the other girl said. She had a wary, suspicious look in her eye.

"So what's up?"

Loren glanced at her friend. "We wanna ask you a favor."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Will you show your thing to Bethany because she doesn't believe it's as big as I say it is," Loren said, and looked down at his crotch.

He watcarbonsmudged both of the girls' faces. They all bounced together with the same rhythm of the bus.

"Why?" he said.

"Well, we wanna see it so we'll know what to do when we have boyfriends," Loren said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"How old are you?" Grant said.

"Eighteen," Bethany said.

"Have you seen one before?"

She shook her head. "Mark Merko wanted me to jerk him off once. I just toucarbonsmudged it in his pants."

Grant's eyes narrowed. What were these girls up to? Should he go along, or should he blow them off and just go home?

"Ok, I'll do it. Where do you want to go?"

"My Dad has a work shed behind our house. We can go there," Bethany said.

Grant got off the bus with the girls at Bethany's stop, which was two stops before his own. Neither her Mom nor her Dad were home yet, but her brother was in the basement with a friend. Bethany pointed to the shed at the back of the yard and they snuck out to it.

"Ok, let's see it," Bethany said, and crossed her arms.

"All right, if you're ready."

He started to unbuckle his jeans. Loren's eyes grew wide and she had an eager grin. He let his jeans drop to the floor and pushed down his shorts. Bethany's head cocked to the side and she frowned.

"Is that it? Mark Merko's penis was bigger than that."

"Then I guess I'll leave," Grant said and bent down to pick up his jeans.

"Wait. I know how to get it hard," Loren said.

She reacarbonsmudged for his soft penis. He leaned back against the work bench and watcarbonsmudged her hand move back and forth. It took only a few moments for his dick to swell up and dwarf her small hand. He moaned softly. Her fingers would not close all the way around the shaft, and she moved her hand up and down its entire length.

Bethany's eyes had grown wide and her jaw hung open.

"Wow. That's really big," she said

"Yeah. I need two hands to do this," Loren said with a giggle, and pumped him with both hands.

"Why don't you try it?" Grant said.

Bethany toucarbonsmudged her hand to her carbonsmudgest. "Me?"

"Yeah, come on. It won't hurt you."

Loren let go of his dick. It stuck straight out in front of him, angled a little toward the floor. Bethany stepped toward him, staring at it, as if afraid to touch it. She had long, delicate fingers with nails painted bright pink, and her hand reacarbonsmudged for it slowly. She cupped the shaft from underneath in her palm and let her fingers close around it. Her eyes lit up.

"Ooo, it's warm, and it's so hard, like there's a bone inside it. I didn't know it would feel like that," she said. Her fingers squeezed tighter and moved back and forth.

"It's pretty cool, isn't it?" Loren said.

She put her hand around the end and they stroked it together. Grant rested his weight on the work bench and held himself up with both hands. He groaned and closed his eyes. Bethany pulled her hand away.

"What did I do? Did that hurt?" she said.

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Part 7

Emily appeared like an angel from the wide front doors of the church. She moved easily between the grown-ups standing at the top of the stairs. Her white dress glowed in the bright sunlight. In one hand she held a pink corsage, in her other hand she held a Bible, and the skirt of her dress bounced on her long, bare legs as she came down the steps.

�There she is,� Jon said.

Grant nodded. He had already seen her and couldn�t take his eyes off her. He couldn�t remember her looking so pretty.

�Hi Emily,� he said when she got to the bottom of the stairs.

She stopped on the bottom step, where she was even with Grant, but taller than Jon.

�Hi Grant. Hi Jon,� she said with a smile. She had braces on her teeth. Her big, brown eyes lingered on Grant.

�What are you doing?� Jon said.

She shrugged. �Just walking home. Why? What are you guys doing?�

�We�re gonna get a couple of Slurpees. You wanna come with us?� Grant said.

�Sure.�

They crossed the street to the 7-11. She walked between them. Her arm brushed his arm. Her skin was soft and she had a pretty tan. If he looked out of the corner of his eye, he could just see down the front of her dress. His penis stirred in his shorts and he had to walk a little funny.

They went past the front counter to the Slurpee machines at the back of the store. Emily stayed by Grant, and something about her being close made him feel good.

Jon got a lime flavored Slurpee. Grant got the carbonsmudgerry flavor, and filled it all the way to the top of the cup.

�What flavor do you want?� he said.

�That�s too much for me,� she said.

�You want some of mine?� Jon said, and held out his cup.

She shook her head. �I like carbonsmudgerry better. Can I have some of yours?�

�Sure,� Grant said.

She reacarbonsmudged for the cup. Her hand toucarbonsmudged his. She rose on her toes, took the straw between her red lips and sucked.

�Thanks,� she said, and wiped her mouth. Her eyes glanced down at his crotch.

Jon nodded and was mouthing words Grant couldn�t make out, like he was trying to tell him something.

�What do you guys want to do now?� Emily said.

Grant looked around. The other people were all busy at the counter. His thing was hard and pressed against his shorts. He brushed his hand over the hard lump in his crotch. Her eyes watcarbonsmudged his hand and her lips parted.

�You know what I got in here?� he said. She nodded, but her eyes were wary. He took a deep breath. �You wanna see it?�

�Sure,� she said in a low, soft voice.

�I�ll let you see what I got, but you gotta let us see what you got.�

She glanced at Jon, then back at him. Her lips squeezed together like she was trying to make up her mind.

�Ok. Where do you want to go?� she said.

�Let�s go behind the church. No one�ll see us in the woods,� Grant said.

They walked back across the street to the church, carrying their Slurpees. Emily put her hand in Grant�s, which only made him more excited.

The parking lot of the church was empty. All the people were long gone. They went around to the back side of the church, where it backed up to the woods, and found a picnic table by a low brick wall. Emily and Grant leaned against the wall. Jon watcarbonsmudged for anyone coming.

She took a sip of his carbonsmudgerry Slurpee.

�I saw Donny�s thing one time. He�s my sister�s boyfriend. I spied on them when they were making out in her bedroom and my parents didn�t know it.�

�You still wanna see mine?�

�Yeah.�

Grant put his Slurpee on the brick wall. His hands were shaking. He unzipped his shorts, reacarbonsmudged in the fly, put his hand around his thing and pulled it out. Her eyes grew wide. He sighed. It felt good to finally get it out of his tight shorts and let it hang loose in the cool air.

�Wow. Can I touch it?�

�Sure, if you want.�

She put her hand around his thing and he gasped. From the other corner of the building, Jon was watching. He came closer for a better look.

�It�s hard. I didn�t know it got hard. And it�s so hot. Why is your�s bigger than Donny�s?� she said.

�I don�t know. It just is.�

�Do it like this and make his spit come out,� Jon said, pumping his fist in the air.

�Do what?�

Grant put his hand around her�s and moved it back and forth on his thing.

�Like that. It makes my spit come out,� he said.

�You mean the stuff that makes a baby inside me?� Emily said. Her hand rubbed up and down his thing. �You know, you put this inside me and make your sperm come out and it makes a baby in my belly. My sister told me how it works. I�ll show you.�

She set her Bible on the wall beside the Slurpee, leaned against the edge of the picnic table, pulled down her white cotton panties, raised her skirt and spread her legs.

�It goes in here, see?� she said, rubbing her finger over the tiny slit.

�Let me see,� Grant said.

He reacarbonsmudged between her legs. She held her skirt out of the way and spread her legs wider. She glanced at Jon and smiled with her lips together.

Grant toucarbonsmudged her mound. She was warm. He ran his middle finger over her slit, just like she did, and it slipped inside her, where she was moist. She gasped and sighed.

�See? It goes in right there,� she said.

�Let�s try it,� Grant said and held his dick up.

�I don�t know.�

�Come on. I wanna see it,� Jon said.

Emily frowned. She held her open hand out for Grant�s hard dick. He placed it in her palm and her fingers closed around it.

�Ok, I guess. But you have to take these off first,� she said.

She unfastened the snap that held his shorts up and they dropped to his ankles. With her hand around his thing, she pulled him closer and toucarbonsmudged the end of it to her tiny slit. Her back arcarbonsmudged.

�Like this, see?� she said in a weak voice.

�What do I do?� he said and put his hands on her bare legs.

�Push it in.�

He pressed forward with his hips. She winced. Her hand clamped around his dick.

�Ow Grant, that hurts too much. It�s too big,� she said, pushing against his shoulder. Her legs tried to squeeze shut, but he was wedged between them.

�I think I can make it fit.�

He pressed forward again. She squealed and pushed him away with both hands.

�Grant stop it. You�re hurting me.�

�Jon, hold her arms.�

�What?�

Grant pried her hands from his shoulders and pushed her on her back.

�Just hold her arms down.�

�No, don�t, please,� she cried.

Her eyes were open wide, locked to his face. Jon held her arms stretcarbonsmudged over her head, the length of the picnic table.

�I just wanna feel what it�s like,� Grant said.

He ran his hands up the outsides of her smooth thighs to her hips. The fat end of his long erection was wedged in the moist opening of her slit. He powerd it into her. Her back arcarbonsmudged off the picnic table and she squealed behind her clencarbonsmudged teeth. Something popped and the head slipped into her.

�Oh my God,� Grant said. He was panting. His heart hammered in his carbonsmudgest.

�What happened?� Jon said.

�I don�t know. I think my dick�s inside her.�

He looked down at Emily�s face. She was sobbing. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. He pressed with his hips. She winced, but his dick sunk slowly into her tight slit. Her warmth and wetness swallowed him.

�Does it hurt?� he said.

She nodded. Jon released her arms. She left them over her head, laying limp across the table. Grant rocked his hips.

�It feels good when I do this.�

Emily�s eyes squeezed shut. From behind her closed lips came a muffled moan each time he pressed his dick into her. Her body rocked with him.

�Grant ... what ... what are you ... doing to me?� Emily said between deep sobs.

�I�m fucking you.�

His hips rocked faster. Her wet slit was tight around his dick. Her groaning got deeper and louder. Someone from the church was certain to hear them, but Jon was watching them, not for grown-ups.

Emily�s mouth hung open, but her eyes were still shut. Her back arcarbonsmudged up, pushing her belly against him.

�Yes Grant ... oh yes Grant, kiss me,� she said in a soft moan.

Her soft legs hooked around his hips. He leaned over and kissed her, pumping her body with his fat dick as hard as he could. She moaned in his mouth. Her body jerked and bucked under him. He could feel his spit coming out. He grunted and strained. His dick was spitting out the stuff, and it was still inside her slit.

He lay on top of her, panting. She was breathing hard, too. Her hands rubbed his back. Her hips moved slowly, grinding on his dick. He pushed himself up. Her eyes were red and her nose was red and her carbonsmudgeeks were covered with a shiny perspiration. The corners of her mouth turned up.

�Grant, what did you do to me?� she said.

�I don�t know. It really felt good.�

She giggled. �I know. I liked it.�

�Didn�t it hurt a lot?�

�Yeah, at first. But the last part, that felt really good.�

�Yeah, me too,� he said.

She looked down where their bodies came together between her spread legs.

�Did you put your sperm inside me?� she said.

�I think so.�

He pumped his hips, sliding his dick in and out of her slit and she groaned.

�I can feel it inside me. It�s leaking out,� she said.

�Does this mean you�re gonna have a baby now?�

Emily gazed up into his eyes. Her hips stopped moving.

�Maybe if you take it out I won�t,� she said.

He pulled back with his hips. His dick came out slowly. She groaned and made a face. It fell from her slit and slapped against his thigh, leaving a warm, wet splotch. A load of white come gushed from inside her. She sat up, leaning on her arms to look between her spread legs.

�Wow. That looks so cool,� she said. She toucarbonsmudged the white stuff with the tip of her finger.

Jon was staring with his mouth hanging open. Grant held out his hand.

�We better go before someone sees us,� he said.

�Yeah, I gotta get home. My Grandma�s coming over after church. They�re gonna wonder where I am,� Emily said.

She put her hand in his and tried to stand up. Her legs gave out. He caught her with his arm around her waist.

�You ok?�

�Yeah. I guess I�m a little sore,� she said with a quick smile. His sperm was running down her legs. �God I hope my Mom doesn�t see that. I�ll see you later, ok?� She pushed her skirt down, grabbed her Bible and skipped off around the corner of the church with one last quick wave and smile.

�I can�t believe you guys just did that,� Jon said.

Grant pulled up his shorts.

�Look, she forgot her panties,� he said. He reacarbonsmudged under the picnic table and snatcarbonsmudged them off the ground.

�What are you gonna do with those?�

Grant held them out. �Can you give them back to her?�

�Me? No way, dude. I�m not touching girl�s underwear,� Jon said, and backed away.

�Ok, I�ll give them to her,� Grant said, and shoved them in his pocket. Already, his dick was hard again and pushed against the front of his shorts. Just thinking about seeing her again got him excited.

�So what do you wanna do now?� Jon said.

�I don�t know. I�m hungry. Let�s get something to eat.�

�Ok. You got any money?�

�No. Do you?� Grant said.

�No. I�m broke. Let�s go to my house and see if we find something.�

Jack
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Part 8

She lit another cigarette and her fingers tapped on the steering wheel. It had been years since she quit smoking, and now not even they could calm her nerves.

Bev rolled down the truck window and blew out a cloud of smoke. What in the world could she be thinking? He was her mister�s best friend.
Finally he appeared from the front doors of the gym carrying his duffel bag. She held her breath. Her insides quivered. He had just showered and his hair was wet. He walked with a confident swagger that most boys his age didn�t have, and yet he still had that boyish innocence. He might have been only a teenager, but he was a boy in a man�s body.

He stopped at the curb and waved to another boy going off in the other direction. A smile started to form on her lips. From that angle she could see the bulge showing in the front of his jeans. She wasn�t ashamed to admit it was what he had between his legs that interested her. It was what separated him from other men.

He started walking. She wiped her forehead. This was crazy. How had she ever found the nerve to tell his lady that she and Owen would be happy to pick him up so they could go to a movie? What would she do if his lady found out that she was picking up her mister to take him home and fuck him?

She pulled up alongside him at the curb and rolled down the passenger side window.

�Hi Grant. Want a ride?� she said.

He stepped over and leaned against the door.

�Hi Mrs. Stills. Where�s Owen?�

She took one last hit on her cigarette and threw it out her own window.

�Today I�m Bev,� she said.

He grinned. �I didn�t expect anyone to pick me up.�

�Owen�s with his man and his sister. They went to the baseball game. Do you want a ride?�

He opened the door and climbed in and threw his duffel bag in the back.

�Where are we going?� he said.

She put the truck in gear and started to drive.

�I told your lady I was taking you and Owen to see a movie.�

�You talked to my Mom?�

�Of course. I had to give her a reamister why you wouldn�t be home right after practice,� she said, and watcarbonsmudged him out of the corner of her eye. For a second she felt a pang of regret for her husband. If she was lucky, he would never know what he was competing against.
�That was pretty smart.�

�Just trying to cover all the bases,� she said.

She put her hand on his thigh, near the warmth of his crotch. He let his legs spread.

�I hope I like the movie,� he said.

She chuckled. She felt a stiffness between his legs pushing back against her hand.

�Are we going to your house?� he said.

She shook her head. �We can�t go there. My husband could come home early. You never know with him. He might get suspicious if I brought you home to suck your cock.�

He didn�t answer. She could tell he was thinking about how she was going to suck his cock when it quickly grew stiffer under her hand and stretcarbonsmudged down the leg of his jeans.

�We can�t go to my house. My Mom is there,� he said.

�No. I thought of that, too. My husband would just want a divorce. Your lady? I�d hate to see what she would do to me.�
He turned to look in the back seat.

�I guess we can do it in the back,� he said.

She snorted. �I didn�t go to all this trouble for you to fuck me in the back of my truck.�

He stared at her for a second.

�We�re gonna fuck, too?�

His cock had become a ridge sticking up along his leg, from his crotch almost to his knee. She had to take her hand away to make a left turn, but immediately put it back on the hard ridge.

�Try not to get too excited, dear. I don�t want you to shoot your wad before we even get out of the truck.�

�Sorry,� he said, and sat back, looking a little dejected.

She started to say something to chide him, but bit her tongue. When he displayed such a mature sense of humor it was easy to forget that he still had the sensitivity of a teenager.

�No, dear. My friend has an apartment. I�ve made arrnagements with her.�

�That�s cool. What�s your friend�s name?�

�Her name�s Elizabeth, but she likes to go by Lizzie.�

�Lizzie,� Grant said, like he was testing the name. �Is she cute?�

Bev laughed. �Why do you ask that?�

He shrugged. �I don�t know.�

But she had an idea of what he knew. This man-young sitting next to her was discovering a new world where sex was better than the video games he played with his friends, and every girl he met was a possible conquest. She squeezed his cock through his jeans. Was she the one who had created this monster?

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Part 9

Lizzie was holding a glass of wine when she opened the door. From the crooked smile on her face, that probably wasn't her first glass. Standing in the hallway, Bev groaned silently inside, but powerd herself to smile.

"Bev, dear. Who's your friend?" Lizzie said.

"Lizzie, this is Grant."

Lizzie held out her right hand as they went into the apartment.

"Hello Grant. It's nice to meet you," she said, and shook his hand.

"Thanks," he said.

"Come in and sit down. Can I get you a glass of wine?"

"Uh, can I have a Mountain Dew?" he said.

A slight frown formed on Lizzie's lips and Bev rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what she was thinking.

"Have a seat, Grant. I'll see what I can find for you," she said, and dragged Lizzie into the small kitcarbonsmudgen area by her elbow.

Lizzie yanked her arm out of her hand.

"Bev, have you lost your mind? You told me you were bringing a man over to fuck him. Stupid me, I thought you meant a man, not a boy," she said.

"He's not a young, Lizzie," Bev said, and opened the refrigerator, but she forgot what she was looking for.

"Oh no, he's not a young. What is he, twenty? Nineteen?"

Bev clencarbonsmudged her jaws. There was no easy way out of this. The only thing in the fridge was a Diet Coke.

"He's eighteen," she said, and even as the words were coming out she could hear how bad it sounded.

Lizzie's jaw fell open.

"Bev, my God. Now I know you are nuts."

Bev shut the refrigerator door, maybe a little too hard when some of the jars rattled.

"I don't say anything about the girls you pick up," she said.

Lizzie crossed her arms.

"I'm not trolling the middle school playgrounds for someone to fuck."

Bev had nothing to say. She just glared at Lizzie. She was right, of course. Grant was much too young to be involved with any of this. So what was it that made what she was doing all right?

"You'll understand when you see what he's got between his legs."

Bev started toward the next room with the can of pop, and Lizzie grabbed her arm.

"That's what this is all about? You're willing to throw away your marriage, your career, us, you're willing to risk going to jail because of what he has between his legs? Bev, what the hell has happened to you?"

Bev hesitated. Was it really that bad? Was she really throwing everything away?

"What about him? What damage are you doing to him by using him just for his cock?" Lizzie said.

Bev put the pop can down.

"Lizzie, you've become very moral lately. I must be having a bad effect on you. Let's go out there so you can talk to him and maybe he'll let you get a look at that cock."

She put her hands on Lizzie's hips, leaned forward and kissed her lips. She pulled away and looked in her eyes.

"I remember a time when you thought nothing of seducing girls not much older than Grant."

Lizzie's face turned red and she smiled.

"A girl's pussy is real sweet at that age. I took a few boys, too. Back then I wasn't so particular about who I corrupted."

"You corrupted me," Bev said.

Lizzie shrugged. "Sometimes you just get lucky."

They walked out of the kitcarbonsmudgen holding hands, but Lizzie let go before Grant saw them. Bev held out the pop can.

"How about a Diet Coke? I'm afraid that's all we have," she said.

"That's great. Thanks," Grant said. He opened the can and took a long take.

Lizzie sat down next to him. Her eyes glanced down at his lap. There was no way she could miss the shape of his cock that stretcarbonsmudged like a thick snake down his leg. The expression on her face though, made no indication that she noticed. Bev left them to chat for a while and went into the bathroom.

She carbonsmudgecked herself in the mirror. Her hair was good. She teased it a little with a comb, although she was sure it would be a mess before she took Grant home. Her nails were good. The red polish was still fresh. She took a moment to touch up the bright red color on her lips. She wanted them to look fantastic around Grant's cock, especially if she could get Lizzie to stick around and watch. They would both find out if she had prepared enough for this day.

Lizzie and Grant were laughing when she came back out. She let out a deep breath. It was a relief that they were getting along so well. Maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.

Lizzie had finished her wine. She had her hand on Grant's arm, and he looked a lot less uncomfortable.

Bev, where have you been hiding this young man? We've been having a great time," Lizzie said.

"Yeah. Did you know we had some of the same teacarbonsmudgers?" Grant said.

Bev sat in the chair across from them.

"I didn't even know you went to the same school."

"It's amazing, isn't it? I can't believe how little it's changed," Lizzie said.

"I'm glad you two are having so much fun. Let's have some more fun," Bev said.

"Sure. What do you wanna do?" Grant said.

Bev put her hand on his knee.

"I was hoping you might let us see your cock."

Lizzie gasped. "You have a cock, too?"

Grant suddenly looked uneasy again. He was glancing at Lizzie out of the corner of his eye, but not looking directly at her. Bev held her breath. Had she misread his desire? Was she pushing him into something he didn't want?

"Uh, sure, I guess," he said, and stammered.

Bev sighed softly. She was having trouble figuring Grant out. Just when she thought he was bold and outgoing, he turned timid and shy.

The room got very quiet. Grant started to unfasten his belt and jeans. Bev and Lizzie watcarbonsmudged his hands. Beneath the cover of his jeans, his cock was pulsing like a living thing, and Bev felt a cold shiver down her spine.

He lifted his butt off the sofa and pushed his jeans down to his knees. His cock jumped out and stood straight up and Lizzie gasped.

"Oh my Lord. Does that thing have its own zip code?" she said and covered her mouth with her hand and laughed.

"Yeah, I guess it does," he said. He put his hand around it and stroked slowly.

"Lizzie, would you like to touch it?" Bev said.

"Why not? I haven't toucarbonsmudged a cock in ten years," she said and sat forward.

Her hand reacarbonsmudged out for his cock, but it was tentative and slow. Grant moved his hand down to the base, like he was supporting a telephone pole. Lizzie's fingers toucarbonsmudged it lightly and closed around it. She giggled, but it was nervous and uncertain.

"I forgot how hard a cock feels," she said. Her hand moved up and down on it just a bit. "If I had a cock like this when I was younger I might still be straight."

She laughed and covered her mouth again with her other hand.

"Do you want to play with it for a while?" Bev said.

"Your hand feels really good," Grant said. He let out a sigh and it looked like some of his tension was easing.

"Me? No. But I know a few people who would definitely like to meet you," Lizzie said.

"What people?" Grant said.

"A few friends of mine."

"Grant? She talking about her gay friends," Bev said.

She watcarbonsmudged carefully for his reaction. Had he figured it out yet?

"Really? I have a friend who's gay," he said.

Bev and Lizzie looked at each other.

"You do?" Bev said.

Grant chuckled. "Yeah. But I don't know if he liked it when I fucked him. He said I was too big."

Lizzie's eyes got real big. She leaned forward and put her chin in the palm of her hand.

"So you like to do it with boys too?" she said.

Bev couldn't speak. This news was too much to take. Grant, her permisteral sex toy, had been experimenting with boys.

But it was the look on Lizzie's face that got her interest. She was staring at Grant like a schoolgirl with a crush on the star quarterback. Bev looked from her to Grant, and she was feeling it too, a strange sense of intrigue. For some reamister, it was a huge turn on to find out that he was bi.

Grant shrugged. "I mean, I guess it's all right. It's different with Jon and Ben, you know? I prefer girls, though."

Bev didn't say anything. She looked at lizzie, who looked back at her with the corner of her mouth turned up in a half grin. She knew what she was thinking.

But that would have to wait for another day. Right now she wanted to get her hands on that cock, and especially feel it in her mouth. She slipped off the arm chair to the floor and crawled the few feet to Grant on her knees.

"It's my turn to play with him now," she said.

She pulled his shoes off, pulled his jeans all the way down and off, and pushed his knees apart.

"What are you gonna do?" he said.

Bev licked her lips. She put one hand around his cock, holding it near the base like it was a grand sceptre and she had just been crowned Empress.

"First I'm gonna blow you. Then I'm gonna show you how to blow me."

She moved her hand up and down on his cock. It was so hard under the warm, velvety skin. It had a power that she felt all through her body, a power that commanded her to do as it willed, as if the desire she felt for this cock was channeled into her soul by the cock itself. She stared at the head and the little slit. Was it watching her? Did it have a mind of its own?

Some men seemed driven by the will of their cocks. Maybe Grant was no different, but the will of his powerful cock was like an aura that was so strong it attracted any woman who came near it. She bent her head and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

"Oh yeah," Grant said with a sigh.

Bev looked up at him. His head was laid back on the sofa, and his eyes were watching her. There was something so permisteral, so intimate about looking into a man's eyes when she had his cock in her mouth. The only thing better was watching his face when he was cumming down her throat.

She moved her head over the end of his cock a few times. Her jaw was stretcarbonsmudged open pretty good. She sucked it deeper, just to give it a test.

The shaft powerd her jaw open even wider. Her tongue was squashed flat. The tip of the head toucarbonsmudged the soft flesh at the back of her mouth and made her gag, but she fought it down. This was going to be more difficult than she thought. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and coughed again and again, letting her saliva drip on the carpet.

"Bev, take it easy. Don't fetish on it," Lizzie said.

"I'm all right. I'm just going to have to take it slower."

"What are you trying to do?" Grant said.

"Take your cock down my throat," Bev said, and toucarbonsmudged her neck.

"Just take it easy. It's not worth *******ing yourself," Lizzie said.

Bev laughed. "I'd love to hear you explain that to the paramedics."

"Ha ha. Very funny."

Bev giggled. It was fun to atagonize Lizzie. Sometimes she took things so seriously, but then, she was young and little things were still a big deal.

Grant was breathing hard and watching her. For him she had a special treat, if she could only manage to overcome her gagging.

She stuck her tongue out and licked the side of the shaft. Grant moaned. He had big, fat balls, like they were swollen with cum that needed to be released. She licked them too, and felt the muscles of his groin flutter and flinch.

She worked up the shaft with her tongue, tracing the lines of the thick veins with the tip. Her mouth was watering and she let her saliva run back down the shaft into his sparse pubic hair.

At the head she stretcarbonsmudged her jaw wide again and took the end between her bright red lips. She bobbed her head slow and easy. This time she would give herself a chance to relax before she attempted to take it deeper.

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Lizzie stand up and start to remove her clothes. With Grant's cock in her mouth she could only turn her head a slight bit to watch.

Lizzie removed her light blouse and laid it over the back of the chair. The dark tattoo of the eagle with its wings spread on her shoulder contrasted with her white bra. It was a size too small and squeezed her plump breasts so they looked like they were going to burst out of the bra any second.

She turned her back to remove her shorts, as if for Grant's benefit, to let him get a good look at her ass and the spiral, tendril-like tattoo on her lower back, just above the line of her white panties. The contrast matcarbonsmudged her permisterality, lacy and delicate at the first look, but rough and dark underneath.

Lizzie turned around again and Bev glanced up at Grant. He was staring. She could imagine what he was thinking. Lizzie had a full, shapely young woman's figure with a hint of firm muscle tone. He was thinking it was a shame that this girl didn't like to do it with guys.

Lizzie sat down, lifted one leg over the arm of the chair so that the crotch of her tiny panties stretcarbonsmudged over her mound, and stuck her hand down the front of her panties. Bev giggled around Grant's cock. That was one of the things she loved about her. She was never afraid to show off for an audience.

Bev took a deep breath, ready to go down hard on Grant when the cell phone in her purse chirped.

"Shit," she said, with the head of his cock touching her lower lip.

Lizzie got the phone out of her purse and looked at the display.

"It's Burt," she said.

Bev let out a big sigh and rolled her eyes.

"Figures," she said and took the phone from Lizzie. She flipped it open and pushed the blue button. "Hello?"

It was Burt. He talked to her, but she could barely hear what he said. How could anyone expect her to pay attention when she had Grant's cock towering over her like the totem of the penis god? She held the phone to her ear with one hand and closed her other hand around Grant's cock with her other.

"No, I'm shopping for shoes," she said, and rolled her eyes. Why couldn't Burt make a decision on his own without always having to consult her?

"Get the kids something to eat. I don't care. Take them to Carters. Don't bring them home before nine. I wanna take a bath when I get home and I don't wanna have to listen to them yelling ... I don't care. Take them to the mall or something ... No, not that mall. That's where I am ... Ok. Goodbye ... Love you too."

She pushed the red button to end the call and shook her head.

"I love the man, really I do, but I swear, sometimes he can be such a moron," she said, and handed the phone back to Lizzie.

"I don't know why you stay with him. It's obvious you've outgrown him," Lizzie said.

Bev looked at Grant. He seemed a bit uneasy being in the room for this conversation.

"I do still love him," she said.

"Are you guys gonna get a divorce?" Grant said.

Bev cleared her throat. He hadn't shown he could be that blunt before.

"Not today. I still have work to do. Lizzie, come over here, please."

She got up and stood next to her. Bev patted the sofa next to Grant.

"Have a seat with Grant. I'd like to show him a few things."

"Ok."

She sat down beside Grant and smiled at him. He suddenly looked too nervous to smile back.

"Let's take your panties off," Bev said.

She reacarbonsmudged for the thin straps at her hips and pulled the panties all the way down her legs. She dropped them on top of Grant's jeans.

"Show him how to play with your pussy."

Lizzie face lit up with a bright smile.

"Ok. Give me your hand," she said, and grabbed his nearest hand. She stuck it between her spread legs. "Rub right here with your middle finger. Ooo, that feels nice. You've done this before, haven't you?"

"Not much," he said.

Lizzie reacarbonsmudged over and scrubbed her fingers through his hair.

I hesitate to break up the flow of such an excellent story, but I have to say Jack; excellent work and looking forward to the next installment.

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Part 10

"Bev, hon, I believe this boy is a natural. Can't wait to see what he can do with his tongue."

"Me too," Bev said.

She sucked on the end of his cock. He had so much of it, and only a little bit would fit in her mouth. She wanted all of it in her mouth, all the way down her throat.

She started slowly, working her head up and down and letting the head of his cock slide deeper over her tongue a little at a time. She was pretty well relaxed. Her jaw stretcarbonsmudged more easily and her gag reflex was not as strong.

The head pressed against the soft, ticklish skin at the back of her mouth, where it made her gag the most. That was the hardest part. Once she got past that, swallowing the cock was pretty easy, and with that came the fantastic feel of it sliding down her throat.

But Grant's cock was so thick she wasn't sure she could get her throat to open wide enough to take it. Another problem she didn't expect was that it was so hard she wasn't sure she could bend it to make the turn down her throat.

But she was close. The head was already pushing down into her throat. She'd had other cock down her throat, but never anything this long or this thick.

She pushed her head down harder. Her neck muscles strained. Tears were running down her carbonsmudgeeks, but she fought the need to gag and pushed. Her mouth was full of saliva. She swallowed and her throat opened and the head of Grant's cock slipped past the opening.

She squealed, although it was muffled by his cock, and her eyes snapped open and looked up to Grant's face. He groaned and his eyes rolled back. Lizzie was watching her with what looked like fear or concern in her eyes. She tried to smile, but that was impossible with her lips stretcarbonsmudged so far.

Just like before, the gagging was gone. She already had an inch or two of Grant's cock down her throat. She leaned forward and she took another couple of incarbonsmudges.

Grant groaned again. His hips rose off the sofa, pushing his cock deeper, and she had to back off so it didn't go down too fast.

Lizzie's mouth fell open.

"Oh my God that is so awesome," she said.

Bev looked at her. All she could do was blink. Now that she had got this far, she didn't want to take it out and have to start all over. But she could only get about halfway down on his cock. She could move her head back and forth, which made it slide in and out and made Grant writhe and moan, but even when she held his hips and pulled herself toward him, she could only go down on about half of his cock before it got stuck. The harder she tried to power it, the more Grant moaned.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum," he muttered.

Bev looked at him and blinked. Did he just say what she thought he said? It was the word fuck that distracted her. She never heard him speak like that before.

Neither had a man ever unloaded his cum before when he was so far down her throat. She had always managed to pull his cock out and take him cum in her mouth.

Grant, though, caught her off-gaurd, and it was too late to pull him out. His cock throbbed and swelled, wedging itself in her throat and cutting off her air. Then his hot, thick liquid was pumping directly into her throat. It backed up quickly and she could feel her esophagus swelling. His cock was stuck in her throat and no matter how hard she tried to push herself away, she couldn't get it out.

It took a minute or two for his orgasm to end and the swelling of his cock to go down a bit before it would slide out. And it came out all at once when she gave a good, hard shove against the rail of the sofa, along with a gush of cum that spilled down the front of her blouse. She fell backward against the chair, coughing and gasping for air.

"Bev, Jesus Christ," Lizzie shouted, and jumped off the couch.

The room was spinning. Bev saw mostly stars, and Lizzie's horrified face. She wiped her mouth and found her hand was covered with cum. Slowly, her vision cleared and she could see Grant, with a similar horrified face.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she said. Her voice was just a whisper.

Lizzie helped her sit up. The front of her blouse was wet and sticky. That was going to be hard to explain to Burt.

She tried to clear her throat and her muscles acarbonsmudged.

"What happened to my voice?" she said, but it came out as a hoarse whisper.

"Damnit, Bev. I told you to take it easy. You've used your vocal chords," Lizzie said.

She picked up her lacy white panties and pulled them back up her legs. Bev was confused. Was that it? Were they finished? Grant still had a pathetic look in his eyes like he was terribly sorry for what he had done. They couldn't be finished. She hadn't had a chance to fuck him yet. Although she had to admit, it was going to be difficult to beg him to fuck her harder without her voice. And how was she going to explain this to Burt?

"Oh, sure. You'll be fine. What if your voice doesn't come back?" Lizzie said.

Grant held his out hand and helped her to her feet. He was naked from the waist down, and his cock, which was so tall and strong a moment ago, now hung limp between his legs.

"Are you all right?" he said, with a hint of panic in his voice.

Bev smiled and brushed her hand over his hair.

"I'm fine. You can stop worrying. You didn't do anything," she said in her croaky, hoarse voice.

Lizzie, though, had a mean, evil look in her eye, and she was glaring straight at Grant, as if he was the culmination of everything she hated about men.

Bev glanced between Grant's legs. His penis was starting to grow hard again, as if he was oblivious to the damage Lizzie was attempting to inflict with her eyes. Deep in her stomach was an acarbonsmudge of hunger to feel it inside her, but also a twinge of regret. If she took him to the bedroom now to let him fuck her silly, Lizzie would blow a gasket. She bent down, picked up Grant's jeans and handed them to him.

"We;ll have to cut this short, Grant. I'll take you home," she said, and when she looked at Lizzie there was relief on her face.

But there was a big grin on Grant's face. He didn't say anything, and he didn't have to. She could practically read his mind. He just had the best blowjob of his life. She watcarbonsmudged him tuck that beautiful cock back into his jeans and sighed. If only she could carry that around for one day. She would let Lizzie know what true power felt like.

Nice job,Great story!Hope you write more

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