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The Innocent Fugitives
a Novel by Varkel
Copyright (C) 2001, Varkel



Chapter 22: Doves and a Chicken Hawk


"But you're the biology teacher!"  Alan's mouth had fallen open 
below eyes large as marbles.

Hawker, reclining at ease in a robe and slippers, cocked an 
eyebrow.  "Bobbie didn't tell you?"  His gaze turned to the girl.  
"Does he know what to expect?"

"Yeah, he knows most of it.  Come on, Alan.  Hang your clothes on 
this chair."

The lad proceeded to obey, gaping around at the many instruments 
and the mural-covered walls.  Kicking off his boots, he pointed 
at one and giggled.  "That looks like a knob."

Hawker followed his pointing finger.  "A knob?"

"It's what Bobbie calls a dick-head," the lad explained.

The man smiled.  "Its proper name is glans, or glans penis, and 
you're right.  That is indeed a painting of a somewhat stylized 
glans, seen head-on, so to speak, and hugely enlarged.  Not many 
get to see one in that condition.  The eye is swollen with the 
first pearly pulse of semen, just beginning to emerge."

"Wow!" cried the lad in awe, pausing as he lowered his britches.

Hawker suggested, "You've seen a few, less the pearly pulse, 
haven't you?"

Alan blushed faintly and turned away to lay his pants over the 
chair.

Hawker said to Bobbie, "You did say he has some experience?"

The girl, stepping out of her panties, grinned.  "Tell Jolly Pink 
how many dicks you sucked, Alan."

"Jolly Pink?"  The boy stared around at the man wonderingly.

Hawker chuckled.  "Call me Jolly when I'm playing the woman, 
otherwise Pink.  It even agrees with my politics."

Bobbie faced him naked, hands on her hips.  "How about we call 
you Pinkie?"

Alan stood beside her but shook his head, eyes on Hawker's beard.  
"He's not pink."

"His best part is," averred the girl.  "Show us your kno-- your 
glans, Pinkie."

But the man was staring glassily at the perfection on display 
before him.  Below the necks they could have been twins in all 
respects, skin tone, graceful fleshiness of shoulders, arms, hips 
and legs, except for the girl's labial slit and the boy's small 
protruding genitals, both essentially hairless.  To complete the 
similarity, even the hair of their heads, blond, short and 
straight, was nearly the same.  The girl's was only slightly 
longer.  The boy's facial features, however, were finer.  His 
nose was slimmer and shorter, his lips thinner, cheekbones more 
recessed, chin less defined.  He was the prettier, but only in 
the face and to Hawker's prejudice, between the legs.

The man took a deep breath and began the oft-rehearsed spiel that 
he'd forgotten for the girl but fortunately had proved 
unnecessary.  "Before we go any further, we have to agree on 
something.  Alan, do you have any idea what would happen to you, 
in fact to your whole family, if you told anyone what we do 
here?"

"Ah, ah --"

"Then let me explain it.  The cops and the newspapers would be 
extremely interested.  If word got to them -- and you can be sure 
it would -- they would descend on you and your family like a 
swarm of stinging bees.  The effect on you would be worse than a 
swarm of bees.  The whole world would say, "There goes Alan 
Shindle, the boy that did those awful things.  And there goes the 
family of Alan Shindle.  God, how ashamed of him they must be!"

The man droned on for half a minute, declaring that Alan would 
find himself torn away from everything that he loved in life.  
Bobbie listened to the words and generally agreed with them from 
her own observations, but she produced a crooked smile when they 
concluded without mentioning the far more severe consequences for 
the man.

Alan had listened politely.  To the surprise of both he 
responded, "I know all that."

"You do?" inquired the man, eyebrows rising.

"Yeah.  It's what happened to my cousin."

"Your cousin Carl?" Bobbie asked.  "Just recently?  I thought you 
said --"

"Not that one.  Dell, his older brother."

She was curious.  "Did you do Dell, too?"

"No, but Carl did.  Dell did some other boys and one of them 
told.  They took Dell away and put him in a hospital.  You don't 
have to worry about me, Mr. Hawker."

"Call me Pinkie," said the man in warmer tones.  "So, Alan, you 
have so far had sex with two males, your cousin and Bobbie's 
friend?"

The boy sneered.  "She told you, did she?"

Hawker waved his hand.  "It's okay to tell people who have as 
much to lose as we do.  But is it true, only two?"

Alan took a breath.  "Three," he said in a low voice.

"Another man?" asked Bobbie.

"No.  The kid next door."

"Uh-oh!" exclaimed Hawker, raising his recliner.  "Do we know 
him?"

Alan shook his head.  "He goes to public school."

"How old is he?"

"Thirteen, like Carl."

"What did you do?"

"Jacked off."

"Each other?"

"Yeah."

"What else?"

"That's all.  He said guys who suck cocks make him sick."

Hawker chuckled.  "And what did you say?"

"Good-bye."

"Smart lad!  I really believe you'll be all right."

"I told you that," said Bobbie.  She took the boy's arm and led 
him to stand beside the man's chair.  "Alan knows about your, uh, 
glans."

"My glans?  What about it?"

"Most glans aren't as thick as the main part, but yours is 
thicker."

"Oh, you noticed that, did you?"

"Alan wants to see it."

The lad blushed.  "I didn't say that!"

The man smiled in delight.  "You even blush like a girl, down to 
your navel.  My boy, do you have any idea how delectable you 
really are?"

"Del-- del--"  Alan wanted to ask what the word meant, but the 
man's arm went around him, pulling his face down into the beard 
for a kiss wet with thrusting tongue.  He tasted strong mint and 
felt a large hand caress his testicles, then work the loose skin 
of his member.

The man turned his face away slightly.  "If you want to see it, 
go ahead and look."

The boy parted the man's robe and found the half-erect organ 
peeking from its thick nest of wiry hair.  "Can I ... ah ..."

"Do you whatever you like."

Mindful of his disappointment with the boy next door, Alan 
immediately sagged over the chair, down the man's body, and 
triumphantly gulped the rising organ into his mouth.  Hawker 
twitched as if he had not expected quite so much enthusiasm.  He 
stretched out a bit in the chair, easing the lad's access, and 
stared at Bobbie, who watched with a slight smile.

She smirked, "I told you: he loves cock."

"I don't remember you saying that exactly, but obviously he does.  
How marvelous!  Do you have any idea how much careful persuasion 
it usually takes to get to this point?"

She only smiled.  He stroked the boy's back for a while, still 
fondling his genitals, before raising him with a hand under his 
chest.  "All right," he declared, "you've got it up there.  Check 
and see if Bobbie described it correctly."

"I already know," the boy admitted.  "You've got the biggest knob 
I ever sucked.  And, wow!  Your balls sure do hang down.  Can I 
feel of them?"

"After a while.  Bobbie and I like to suck dicks, too, you know.  
Get up a second."

When the lad arose, Hawker leaned forward and keyed commands into 
the laptop computer sitting on the nearby tray.

"What's that for?" asked Alan.

"I'll show you in a few minutes," the man answered.  He rose from 
the chair, threw off his robe and pushed the rolling tray over 
beside the king-size bed.  "Come on," he told the two youths, 
positioning Alan flat on his back, small penis standing straight 
up, Bobbie kneeling beyond him, face bent low above the penis.  
The man knelt between the lad's legs, likewise bent.  He tapped 
another key on the laptop.

"You start, Bobbie.  Let's see which one of us can get his 
juice."

"What's the computer for?" asked the boy, ignoring the girl's 
mouth that enclosed him.

"I told it to make a movie of you getting your dick sucked."

"A movie?  Who's running the camera?"

"It's programmed for image content recognition.  Don't worry.  
It'll catch every slurp.  Now my turn, Bobbie."

She released the penis and Hawker transferred the rubbery object 
to his own mouth, noting again the lack of feminine flavor in her 
spittle.  He resolved to ask her how many times she had 
experienced menses, but the slender smoothness of this almost 
mature penis was the greater marvel.

"God, that's a nice one!" he exclaimed when he finally turned it 
back to the girl.

"I see you mean to win," she noted sourly before her head 
plunged.

"Sorry," the man muttered.  "That's such a sweet little dick that 
I forgot myself."  Leaving her in possession, he elevated the 
boy's buttocks enough that he could turn his face sideways and 
lick the small, tight scrotum, mouthing it with his lips, careful 
to compress it lightly.  The lad groaned.  Above him the girl's 
lips vibrated with the power of her suction.

"You're right," Hawker admitted, raising his head and flipping 
the throbbing penis from her mouth into his own.  Almost 
immediately he caught the first strong spurt.  But he turned the 
organ toward the girl and painted her face with the next, 
splashing past her still-rounded lips.  Her eyes flew wide in 
startlement, only to be slashed by the third squirt.  She backed 
away in time to save herself from the fourth, at which the man 
remouthed the pulsing organ to let the boy enjoy the remainder of 
his climax.

"God damn it!" declared the girl, rubbing her eyes with both 
fists.

"Does it sting?" he asked solicitously.

Her hands fell away and she blinked at him rapidly.  "No, it 
doesn't," she admitted in a note of surprise, "but it always did 
before."

He chuckled.  "An advantage of young spunk."

"What do you mean?"

"The younger the prostate, the less leakage from the bladder."

"'Prostate?'"

He handed her a towel.  "Want to see the movie we just made?"

"Sure!"

Hawker rose to a sitting position on the bedside and keyed 
something into the laptop computer.  "Look at the big screen."  
Beside him Alan rose on his elbows as a voice from across the 
room suggested, "You start, Bobbie.  Let's see which one of us 
can get his juice."

Both young faces were rapt.  While they watched, Hawker got to 
his feet and left the room through a connecting door.  He was 
greeted by Bobbie's voice when he returned: "No, it doesn't, but 
it always did before."

At the end of his explanation of the stingless semen he touched a 
key on the computer and beside it set a serving tray containing 
two cola bottles, two tumblers of ice and a goblet of wine.  
"Have a drink," he told his guests.

"That was so cool!" Alan pronounced, still regarding the large 
screen, now blank, with wide eyes.

"Who made it do the close-up?" asked Bobbie, reaching for a 
tumbler.

Hawker showed them a button on the end of a cable.  "I did."

"Can you make one of _me_ sucking?" asked the boy.

"You mean, like this?"  Hawker turned and keyed another sequence.  
The large screen suddenly lit with a close-up of a colorful robe 
open around a boy's head, profile turned to the camera, bobbing 
upon a thick penis in a background of wiry, dark hair.

"That's me!" Alan declared, obviously delighted.  But shortly the 
depicted head rose away from the organ, seen indeed to have a 
glans swollen wider than its shaft.

The lad sniffed.  "I want one to come on _my_ face!"

"All right," Hawker retorted, "if you mean that, we'll do it 
next."

"I mean it."

"What about me?" Bobbie asked.

"Oh, you have the central part in our next little play."  The man 
smiled.  "First, drink your drinks and tell me what you think of 
this."

He keyed something else on the computer and sat back between 
them, an arm enclosing each young body.

"I know him!" declared Alan, staring wide-eyed at the screen.  A 
naked boy was sitting atop another, prone in the bed, feet 
towards the camera.  The upper lad grimaced as he worked his hips 
back and forth, one hand holding his genitals aloft so that the 
camera could clearly view the lower penis impaled in his rectum.

"Who is he?" asked Bobbie.

"He's one of my regulars," the man announced smugly.  "Watch."

The sitting boy slowly laid his body back upon the lower one, 
retaining the lower penis, while his own thrust vertically into 
the air.  A third naked boy arrived to crouch over the supine 
pair.  He stuck out his tongue at the camera with a grin.

"I know him, too!" declared Alan.

"So do I," Bobbie agreed.

The newcomer slathered the upstanding penis with something that 
made it shine, then settled his buttocks carefully around it.  He 
worked them back and forth as the second had done, also holding 
his genitals aloft to reveal another complete penetration.  Then 
he lay back upon the first two, the second organ retained, his 
own standing tall.

Hawker asked, "Bobbie, how would you like to perch on that one?"

"Huh!  I want all three."

On the screen Hawker himself appeared, also stark naked, his 
thick hair in stark contrast to the other smooth bodies.  He also 
swung atop the pile of bodies but did not sit.  Instead he leaned 
forward, leered at the camera and slowly sucked the third penis 
into his mouth.  At that point the whole pile began a gentle 
oscillation with the man's head bobbing atop it all.  The screen 
blanked momentarily.

"Wow!" declared Alan.

Bobbie noted, "The second boy was younger than he is now."

"Very good," the man agreed.  "That sequence was made last year.  
What do you think of this one?"

Another scene began, showing two boys arranged one above the 
other in a "69," joined after a moment by two others who 
penetrated the first two anally.  A succession of such scenes 
played out.  Obviously the man had set up the controls in 
advance; he merely sipped his wine, sometimes fingering the lad's 
genitals or the girl's slit, and commented on points of special 
interest.

Bobby observed huffily, "Why don't you show girls?"

The man coughed.  "They're hard to persuade."

She laughed.  "I get it: you never had one!"

His finger parted her labia.  "I have one now."

"Maybe--" she sniffed -- "if you put something else in there."

The man chuckled and touched a laptop key.  The screen blanked.  
"All right," he promised, "you shall have it."  He arranged the 
girl on her back where Alan had lain, with a pillow to raise her 
haunches.  He waddled between her legs and presented his bulbous 
erection to her immature vagina, letting it barely touch the 
lips.  "Alan, crawl behind her head.  Let her suck your dick, if 
she's of a mind, and lean forward over her belly.  Did you ever 
lick a clit?"

"A what?" asked the boy, kneeling over Bobbie's shoulders and 
leaning forward on his hands.  His re-erected penis dangled near 
her cheek.  She raised her head enough to spy Hawker's plan for 
her other end.

"This lump right here.  See her jump?  It's where she feels good.  
Think you can lick it?"

"Sure!"  The lad bent to the task.

"Ah-oo!" Bobbie howled, twisting her hips.

"Not so hard!" ordered the man.  "It's very sensitive.  Go easy; 
light strokes are required.  Don't you agree, Bobbie?"

After a bit the girl shuddered slightly.  "Yeah, but I'm still 
waiting to be filled up."

"Next on the program.  Alan, I intend to swap back and forth 
between her cunt and your mouth.  Do you understand what I mean?"

The boy tilted his head back.  "No."

"First I'll put it into her for a bit, like this ..."  With knees 
splayed under her buttocks, thumbs holding her labia apart, he 
hunched closer to the girl and entered the crimson vagina, 
burying himself with a few short hip strokes.  Bobbie sighed and 
arched her back.

"Continue to lick," Hawker instructed the lad, who had already 
bent to stare cross-eyed at that most intimate of spectacles.

"The top of your cock?" he asked.

"No, her clit.  Well, both, if you wish."

Shortly the girl's arms encircled the boy's hips and her own hips 
began gently to roll back and forth.  The lad shuddered as she 
took him finally into her mouth.

"Now," the man announced, "I'll pull out of her and put into you 
-- briefly, Bobbie, briefly.  Don't be concerned.  When my cock 
bumps your nose, take it in."

He suited action to word.  At first the lad admitted only the 
head but soon sucked it deeper.  The man chuckled.  "Tastes 
different, does it?"  He looked over his shoulder at the ceiling 
light fixture containing a tiny state-of-the-art video camera, 
making sure that he leaned back far enough for it to focus on the 
junction before him.  Bracing himself on hands behind, he removed 
himself from the boy with an audible pop and resubmerged into the 
smooth vagina.  On the deeper strokes his pubes encountered the 
lad's forehead.

"Ah, god, what a spectacle!" he declared.  "I think both of you 
will enjoy the movie.  You're both blushing a little.  Alan, your 
cheeks are the same color as her lab-- her pussy lips and your 
shoulders the same as her thighs.  Michelangelo would have loved 
to paint this scene.  They say he wasn't so particular where he 
put his cock, either...  That's right, open up again...  Just a 
few sucks...  Now back into the cunt...  Ah!  Such a remarkable 
organ!  Even one this young and presumably small, certainly 
unstretched by parturition, can fully accommodate the eager 
penis...  And mine is becoming eager.  Aha!  Feeling good, is it, 
Bobbie?"

The girl had groaned nasally and clasped the man's sides in her 
knees.  He felt the closure of her vaginal sphincters as her hips 
thrust against him forcefully.

"Ow!" cried Alan, turning up a wide-eyed wet face.  "She bit me!"  
He raised his buttocks higher in the air.

Suppressing a laugh, the man said soothingly, "She didn't mean 
it.  She's just coming.  Keep licking her, a little harder now."

The face went down again.  Shortly the girl produced a series of 
moans, becoming a scream as her body convulsed.  Hawker felt his 
own fluids rising.  He pumped vigorously into her as, still 
screaming, she struggled to get out from under the boy.

Hawker withdrew from her and thrust against Alan's nose.  The boy 
raised up, mouth opening just in time to receive the man's first 
squirt.  Taking his organ in hand, Hawker directed the subsequent 
flow into the aghast face.  Apparently the lad had forgot his 
desire to be so painted; he struggled to rise, pushing against 
the girl's flailing knees, trying to back away.  But Hawker 
caught his upper arm and restrained him momentarily, while spurt 
after spurt, carefully reserved for this occasion, splashed on 
cheeks, eyelids and forehead.

Both youths were screaming by the time they extricated 
themselves.  Hawker, leaning far back on his heels, was laughing 
with abandon.  At last he straightened up, still chuckling, and 
grinned at the two youths withdrawn together across the wide bed, 
staring at him with wide eyes.  But even as his own mirth 
subsided, they discovered the humor.  Bobbie was first with her 
chuckle, pointing at the boy's dripping face.  "You bit me!" he 
accused, which redoubled her laughter.  He apparently found it 
contagious and soon joined in.  Quickly Hawker turned to his 
laptop to make sure the cameras' Doppler guidance had followed 
the youths' withdrawal to capture the current exchange.

He handed Alan a towel.  "Be careful wiping your eyes.  My spunk 
won't be so mild as yours."

As the lad worked, Bobbie scurried back across the bed to the man 
and pressed against him.  "I came so _hard_," she announced 
breathlessly.

Hawker smirked at her.  "May I conclude that you particularly 
enjoy tongue and cock together?"

"Oh, wow!" she responded enthusiastically.  "It's way cool!"

"Excellent.  I have another combination that you enjoy, or so I 
noticed the other day."

"What's that?"

"You'll see.  All cleaned up, Alan?  Sit beside me and rest while 
we watch the movie... Let me see how badly you were bitten...  
Here, let Pinky kiss it and make it well."


* * *


Slumped at his computer, straining to remember the German word 
for tuyere without taking the time to access the Internet, Tom 
jerked erect at the soft knock on the door.  Rising, he lifted 
the impromptu lock, a chair, from beneath the doorknob and 
snatched the door open to reveal Allison's well-bundled figure, 
standing with raised fist and hopeful expression.  She parted her 
lips to speak, but he caught her in his arms, yanked her into the 
apartment and kissed her hungrily, tongue taking full advantage 
of the open mouth.

She laughed huskily when he finally allowed their faces to 
separate.  "Have I come at a bad time?" she asked playfully.

"Not a moment too soon!  I was on the verge of self abuse."

"Really?  That would be fun to watch."  She chuckled.  "I studied 
you and Alan.  It's fascinating how a penis twists and jumps when 
you jack on it.  But how did you get yourself so worked up?  I 
was here night before last."

Tom held his lover lightly and nuzzled her neck.  "I'm like an 
addict.  I begin to quiver and twitch without a daily fix from 
you."

Allison stood back from him to remove her parka, which she tossed 
on a chair.  "I missed you too, darling.  But I can't say I was 
reduced to twitching.  Girls don't do that, you know."

"Huh!  Maybe they don't have to.  We never did go over all that 
happened at Professor Dickerson's farm last weekend.  I bet you 
got off more than once, didn't you?"  Tom pretended to pout.  "It 
was an orgy, wasn't it?"

"Actually it was more like a sleep-over seminar.  There were 
almost a dozen of us.  I know I told you that."  She sat on the 
edge of the bed to remove her boots.  "We took the reign of 
Charlemagne apart.  Did you know he was an incestuous pedophile?"

"Don't tell me about Charlemagne, tell me of Dickerson's farm.  
Ten of you, huh?  And how many beds were there?"  He sat beside 
her and cuddled a handful of breast.

"Three beds and two couches.  We didn't sleep much, though."

"I bet you didn't!  I can just see Dickerson lining you up to 
fuck, even the guys."

"I'm sure the old man would have loved something like that, Tom, 
but I doubt he's able to get it up outside his dreams.  Are you 
really jealous?"  She spoke with her lips brushing his.  "You 
know I would never let another cock touch me without your 
permission."

"I do?  Not even Alan's?"

"We've discussed that, dear.  I think the allure of children is 
washed out of my system.  Like you and that Bobbie."

"Chorine was there, wasn't she?  She's certainly no kid!  You 
once said she had a tongue as arousing as any cock."

"But, Tommy, you promised I could play with my girl friends.  And 
I was just kidding about Chorine's tongue."  She squeezed the 
hard lump under his worn bathrobe, presently his only garment 
aside from slippers.  "This is what really gets me excited."

"So you did it with Chorine, didn't you?"

"With Chorine and another girl, darling.  The bed was really 
crowded.  But I thought about you all the time."

"Did you!"

"So much I had to come see you the next night."  She smiled 
coquettishly.  "I described you to them and they said they'd like 
to try you out.  Do you think you can handle three women at 
once?"

Tom pulled on the hem of her sweater, and she removed it.  
"You're the one I want, Allison."

"I bet you could do it, Tom," she responded, removing her bra.  
"It's too bad they're not here now, because I'm afraid I'll have 
to disappoint you tonight."

"Disappoint me!  Why?"  His eyes widened in dismay.

She sighed.  "Because I'm having my period, that's why."

"Then why --"  He halted, realizing almost in time how his 
question might be received.

But she understood and chuckled.  "Why did I bother to come to 
you, then?"

"N-no, Allison, I didn't mean --  I'm very glad to see you 
anyway.  Always.  But you've made me curious.  When did you 
discover your period?"

"When I awoke this morning.  That's why I came, Tom.  I wanted to 
share it with you."

"Huh?"

She smiled.  "I told you: until you and Alan came into my life, 
no man had touched me in seven years.  When you and Alan 
entertained me, I wasn't expecting it.  I wasn't on the pill, 
Tom.  None of us took any precautions that whole weekend, none at 
all.  But I had many orgasms, strong ones with shooting stars, 
the dangerous kind.  I could've so easily been caught by either 
of you.  And then night before last ...  It was more of the 
same."

She regarded him searchingly.  "But I didn't get caught.  I just 
thought you might like to know that."

"Good god, Allison, I didn't --"

"No, of course you didn't."  She smiled and shrugged.  "At least, 
I thought, it makes a good excuse."  She blushed though her eyes 
remained steady.  "Maybe the fact is, Tom, that I came just 
because ... because I wanted to be with you."

"Allison, that's wonderful!  I want to be with you, too, 
sweetheart, and I don't care about a little mess.  We can put a 
towel down.  It'll still feel the same."

She shook her head.  "Perhaps I'm a bit old fashioned, but I 
don't want to take off my panties for you at this time of the 
month."

"But you'll still stay with me tonight?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course, darling.  And we'll even have orgasms together."

"Well, that's something.  It's better than jacking off."

"Actually, darling," she cooed and snuggled to him, "I thought we 
might masturbate together.  We've never done that before, you 
know."

"And why should we have done that?  Pleasuring each other is much 
more sublime."

"Yes, of course it is, Tommy, and we'll do that too.  But don't 
you think it would be fun to do it solo together just once?"

"This is either perversion or childishness," he growled.

"Whatever, perhaps both.  Let's get naked."


* * *


"You intend to keep those on, I suppose," Tom remarked, pulling 
at Allison's white panties.

"Please indulge me, darling.  I'm really very self-conscious 
about menstruation.

"It's not dirty or anything like that.  I'd go down on you.  I 
don't mind getting my face all bloody."

"Ugh!  Let's not talk about it."

They cuddled as they lay on the bed.  "So you want to watch me 
jack off," Tom whispered into her ear.

"Yeah.  Can you make it last a while?"

"Sure.  Do you want me to use lubrication, or should I do it 
dry?"

"Do it naturally, like a wild boy in the forest," she replied 
dreamily, resting her head on his shoulder with an arm around 
her.  She slipped a hand beneath the top of her panties.  "Kiss 
me," she urged him, and he complied gently.

They stared at each other as they began to masturbate, their 
noses touching.  Then Tom reclined on his back to allow Allison a 
full view of his slow stroking.

"It's beautiful," she sighed.  "Make it last."

The upper two inches of Tom's organ appeared and vanished, again 
and again, as his fist moved slowly up and down.  He rubbed his 
cheek against hers, his eyes on the movement of busy fingers 
beneath the panties.  She raised her head slightly, eyes fixed in 
fascination on his spectacle.

"Oh, it's so dramatic!" she breathed.

"Dramatic?" he repeated incredulously.

"That vein has gotten thicker.  The whole thing is thicker!  And 
the head is turning purple, almost.  I can see it pulse.  Oh, 
yes, it's very dramatic.  In a cock you can _see_ what's 
happening!  I love it, and ... and, darling, I'm about to come."

"I'll join you," he responded, quickening his strokes.

"No, no.  Wait for my second one.  It's always more intense for 
me."

She moaned loudly and wriggled her lower body as her fingers 
became quite agitated.

"Kiss me!" she gasped urgently.  He complied as her body went 
rigid and small animal sounds filled his mouth.

"Get ready, darling.  Are you close?"  Her voice quavered.  "Here 
it comes again!"

Tom lay on his back to give her a clear view of the eruption.  
She cried out in ecstasy just as a long stream of semen shot into 
the air and landed on her far thigh.  The remainder, a viscous 
mess, accumulated on his fist and dripped into his pubic bush.

They remained quiet for a moment, catching their breath.

"Well, that was novel," Tom observed wryly.

Allison giggled nervously.  "Didn't you like it?"

"Some."

"Well, I'm glad we did it, Tom.  Thanks for indulging me.  But 
you're right, it would obviously be more enjoyable to pleasure 
each other."

"Let me pull the shade," he murmured into her neck.  "That will 
make it dark.  How long can you stay?"

"All night.  I brought a change of clothes.  Perhaps in the dark 
I might do things I would otherwise resist."

Tom rose from the bed, switched off the light near the door and 
pulled his ragged drapes shut, plunging the room into gloom.  He 
then stumbled back in the near darkness, tripping on something 
and falling upon Allison's soft body.

"Oomph!" she exclaimed as his weight pushed the air from her 
lungs but pulled him tightly against her and began kissing 
passionately.  He tugged at her panties, and she silently raised 
her butt.

"I'll ruin your sheets," she warned him, when he pulled at the 
string to extract her tampon.  "I'm really leaking."

He was atop her.  Their noses touched in the darkness and they 
breathed readily into each other's face.

"I don't care about the sheet, Allison.  I want to join with 
you."

"You want to fuck," she stated dryly, yet raised her knees along 
his thighs.

"We've fucked a lot together, but tonight I want to make love.  
You know the difference.  Do you want to risk it?"

"I'm afraid, Tommy.  You might not want to do it a second time."  
Her voice quivered as if she were on the verge of tears.

"I never want to stop," he whispered and kissed her lips as he 
slipped easily into her.

"Please, Tommy.  Don't hurt me," she moaned, pushing weakly at 
his shoulders.

He pumped her slowly with loving gentleness.  "I'll never hurt 
you, Allison," he said against her lips.  "Never, in all the 
years we shall live together."

"How could you want me!" she gasped and clutched to him, pushing 
in response to his increasing thrusts.

"Forever and ever, darling!" he exclaimed, beginning a forceful 
rhythm.

"Oh, god!" she cried, although she was not yet close to orgasm.

Their lovemaking became intense.  His tears fell upon her moist 
cheeks.  It seemed to them that they merged into one person at 
the quick, splendid and mutual climax.

Tom rolled off her and buried his face in her armpit.  The 
passion was gone.  Allison held her breath fearfully.

"Will you marry me," he asked softly, his voice muffled.

"Wh-what?" she stammered in surprise.

He rose on an elbow.  "Will you marry me, Allison?" he repeated 
in a clear, strong voice.

She could not reply at first because she was overwhelmed by 
emotion.  "Oh, god, yes!" she cried.  Her further affirmations 
were smothered by his lips.


* * *


"Bobbie, how many times have you been taken anally?"

She looked up thoughtfully from her snack.  "I don't know.  Alan 
did it, and several guys in the -- you know, the other day.  
Before that ... maybe once or twice.  Not very often."

"'Taken anally?'" asked Alan, putting down his drink.

Bobbie snapped, "It means fucked up the ass.  How about you?  I 
saw Tom do you."

The lad's eyes dropped.  "Tom did me four times."

"Four!  Not while I was there!"

"That's right."

She sniffed.  "I thought you said it hurt!"

"Not when he did it right.  I liked it.  It even felt better than 
Carl."

Hawker nodded.  "That was your cousin, right?  Did anyone else do 
it to you?"

"Only Carl and Tom, so far."

The man smiled in anticipation.  "Then both of you are relatively 
inexperienced in the tight junction."

"Tight?" asked Bobbie.

"Oh, yes.  The anal sphincter must be strong, both to retain the 
bolus until convenient and to accomplish complete evacuation.  
And it _is_ strong unless exhausted by age or overuse.  With 
frequent practice a professional woman can train her vaginal 
sphincters to clip nearly as well, or so I am told.  
Incidentally, Bobbie, you seem to have a lot of natural talent 
there.  But only the mouth can grip a penis stronger than the 
anus.  Unfortunately the mouth is most hazardous in that respect, 
eh, Alan?"

"Huh?"

"Because of teeth," Bobbie explained.  "Pinkie, you need to talk 
plainer."

"Ah, yes, I suppose I do.  Are you delectable children ready for 
our next scene?"

Alan groused, "You never did say what del-- del--"

"No, I didn't, did I?"  Hawker grinned, making hand motions.  
"We'll just have to work it out.  Bobbie I want you on your back 
again, with Alan on top, except this time he's to be facing you."

She lay back on the bed, turning her body parallel to the side, 
and spread her legs.  "Like this?"

"Quite right.  Now, Alan, up between her legs --  Oh, my, however 
did you get in that shape?  Lie back a moment and I'll fix it."

Legs over one of the girl's, the lad reclined on his elbows, 
watching as the man stooped to mouth him with strong suction.

Bobbie noted, "Yours is drooping too, Pinkie.  Swing it around 
here and _I'll_ fix _it_."

Waddling on his knees, the man positioned his groin over the 
girl's head.  Her arms enwrapped his hips, raising her mouth to 
its objective.

"Your beard tickles," observed the lad several seconds later.

The man raised up and grinned at him.  "Not enough to hurt your 
erection, I see."  He took one of Alan's arms and backing away 
over Bobbie's head, pulled the boy's torso after him until the 
lad lay face down atop the girl.  Hawker knelt behind her head, 
watching with approval as her hand snaked down and guided the 
youthful coupling.  Their hips began to move immediately.

"Good beginning!" Hawker declared.  "Both of you please tilt your 
heads back and open your mouths.  I still need a little work, and 
this pose constitutes a charming alternative to our first scene."  
He presented his partial erection first to the lad's suction, 
then to the girl's, alternating between them several times until 
his organ was firmly turgid.

"For the record," he declared as if speaking to a distant 
audience, which perhaps he thought was the fact, "fellation by 
male or female is indistinguishable.  In this case the male mouth 
has the advantage because its mobile tongue is able to work the 
more sensitive underside of the glans.  Now we shall proceed to 
compare another pair of orifices."

As the man scooted around the intertwined bodies, Alan asked, 
"What's fellation?"

"He just likes to talk," said the girl with a sneer.  "Don't pay 
him any attention.  Think about what you're doing."

Hawker paused long enough to coat his organ with lubricant, then 
worked his knees between the parallel pairs of legs.

"What're you going to do?" demanded Alan, trying to look back 
over his shoulder.

"Can't you guess?" responded Bobbie.  "You better really relax 
now.  Pinkie's wang is thicker than Tom's."

"D-don't hurt me!" the boy muttered, eyes wide.

The man grinned.  "We forgot your pillow, Bobbie.  Raise your 
buttocks, please."

She obeyed and the pillow slid home, maintaining her elevation.  
Hawker scooted closer.  He met resistance but by increasing the 
pressure succeeded suddenly.  The girl gasped but offered no 
complaint.  He held still and shortly she resumed her hip roll in 
counterpoint to the lad's thrust.

To his surprise Hawker discovered that the best rhythm in this 
arrangement was not the intuitive agreement with the third body 
appropriate to an all-male assemblage.  Trying this and that, 
however, he soon discovered that an offset timing, with himself 
reaching maximum penetration just as the lad was withdrawing, 
afforded the finest sensation.  Throwing back his head, he 
declaimed, "I can distinctly feel the lad's effort through the 
girl's flesh, a remarkably compelling sensation despite the 
mismatch of organs.  This requires much further investigation.  
How ironic that a female presence might be required for best 
results even in homosexual congress!"

After a moment he added, "And now for the other side."  
Withdrawing from the girl he added more lubricant, raised his 
hips slightly and applied himself in vain to the lad's puckered 
rose.

"Relax, Alan."

"P-please don't hurt me!"

The piteous whine stirred the man's passion.  He responded with 
unctuous sympathy, "Easy, my lad.  No one will hurt you.  You've 
done this before.  You know what to expect.  Just relax.  Push 
out."

Hawker pressed again.  The lad groaned, ceasing his motion upon 
the girl.  The man reached around the boy's hips and clutched the 
entirety of his genitals, now free of the girl.  "Open up, Alan!" 
he ordered.  "Relax that sweet little asshole."

Suddenly the head popped through as the boy whimpered.  Hawker 
held purposefully still.  "There!  That wasn't so bad, was it?  
Some of my lads can take this one and another cock besides."

"At ... at the same time?" asked the boy, voice muffled by the 
bed sheet to which he had pressed his mouth.

"Oh, yes.  The rectum is extremely extensible and far deeper than 
any vagina.  I have a movie I'll show you, if you wish, of a 
young boy's arm thrust up a man's fundament all the way to the 
shoulder...  Now I'm going to move just a little...  There!  
Feeling easier, isn't it?  Do you realize that my entire penis is 
within you?  Isn't that exciting, Alan?"

"Ye-ah, I guess."

"Here, let me put you back into Bobbie.  Now I'll hold still and 
you start us going again."

The motion resumed slowly and only gradually recovered the 
earlier pace.  Hawker soon decided that this approach offered no 
advantage over the same operation with two boys.  But perhaps 
Bobbie felt otherwise.  Her eyes were clenched shut in a darkened 
face.  Her teeth had closed on her bottom lip.

"What is it, Bobbie?" he asked.

"He's pounding me!  Oh, oh, oh!  I'm coming!"

She groaned in a high register as her legs closed around both 
sets of male thighs.

"What about it, Alan?" the man asked, feeling his own body 
respond to the girl's.

"It's okay," said Alan, though his voice betrayed little 
pleasure.

Hawker felt a beginning thrill, along with a twinge in the left 
shoulder that he ignored.  So this pretty boy had a super-
sensitive anus, did he? -- meaning that Hawker's swollen glans 
would be most unlikely ever to enter it again.  He declared with 
feigned sympathy, "Surely it doesn't hurt now."

"It still does, if you go fast," the lad responded.

"But we must go fast, Alan, for Bobbie's sake.  Think how she 
loves your dick."

Indeed the girl was coming again.  Hawker thought briefly of 
orating his observations for the listening recorder, but his own 
juices were rising.  Deliberately he increased the rate and power 
of his thrusts, driving the smaller penis the more heavily into 
the girl, whose moans immediately strengthened as her legs 
retightened.  He concluded that her greater stimulus arose from 
contact with the boy's pubic pad, which with Hawker's added 
weight strongly compressed the clitoris.  Perhaps he had just 
discovered a superior way to gratify the insatiable female, one 
that depended on male homosexuality.  His own pleasure redoubled 
at the thought.  He reached past the lad to clasp the girl's 
well-padded hipbones and began to drive the bodies together with 
all the speed and force that he could muster.

He began to pant.  The pain in his shoulder spread and 
strengthened.  His blood pounded painfully in his temples.  But 
the lad cried out, "It hurts, it hurts!" and added a long, 
childish wail of pain interspersed with grunts in time with 
Hawker's thrusts.  With a wild light in his eyes, his juices 
ready to boil over, the man drove fiercely on, pounding into the 
boy's reddened buttocks, raising shrill cries from both boy and 
girl, adding incoherent cries of his own.

Gritting his teeth, he called out between gasps, loud enough to 
override the noises of the others, "I'm going ... to shoot your 
asshole full, Alan ... even if it kills us all!"



NEXT:  Chapter 23: Bursting Bubble
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