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I hurried back to the doll and looked outside. Perfect. Mom was still reading. I put the tip of the brush on the back of the doll's left shoulder and slowly traced a swirling line around the edge of its back. Mom didn't seem to react but I kept dragging the tip of the brush around. For a change, I broke away at the doll's neck and ran the brush down its spine. Mom shivered and put her book down. She laid her head in her arms.
"Wow," I cried.
I played the brush all over the doll's back, a thrill coursing through me whenever Mom twitched. I tickled down the doll's legs, along the back and up and down each side. I even tickled the doll's feet which made Mom lift her each foot temporarily before letting it slowly drop back to the mat. I was surprised, when it happened, by how long it took me to brush the tip across the doll's ass.
Soon, I was brushing all over the doll's cheeks and tracing the edge of its panties. I dipped the tip into the crease at the top of the doll's perfectly formed butt and found the apex at the top of the doll's legs. Mom twitched violently and squeezed her legs closed.
I twirled the brush over my tongue to stiffen it and used it to urge the doll's panties lower on its bum. The movement of Mom's hands startled me at first. I thought she was going to get up but instead her fingers dug into the sides of her bikini and pushed it down a couple of inches. I couldn't move for a minute. The crease of Mom's ass was starkly evident and I could feel precum seeping from my cock. I grasped it and stroked it several times but released it in favor of further fun with the brush.
Twirling the brush around in my mouth, I pressed it between the dolls legs, hard up against where its pussy would have been if it had been real. I twirled the brush round and round, keeping the pressure on. Mom's legs seem to quiver. Was that my imagination? There was no way I could see that well from here but when her ass lifted off the mat and swayed from side to side, I was convinced she was reacting to the brush. Fucking 'A'.
I pushed the brush down and dragged it back up, then pressed it in again and again, bulging it against the doll's pretend pussy. Mom's ass churned and her hands disappeared beneath herself. Holy smokes, she was getting herself off. I dropped the brush, since it was no longer necessary, and grabbed my cock. As Mom's ass jerked around in a small oval, I stroked my cock.
"Yeah, Mom. Do it. Do it."
I picked up the doll and held it in front of me with its legs spread open. I pushed the tip of my cock onto its tiny ass and rubbed my glans over it as I jacked off. Mom's ass moved faster and more erratically.
"Oh god, yeah," I cried, spewing my come all over the doll and beyond. It was a veritable flood which mostly shot out the window but thankfully not far enough to reach Mom.
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"I don't care. Take it if you want. Who gives a shit?"
I walked down Billy's drive to the sidewalk.
Billy scooted past me and pulled up at the end of the drive.
"Let's go to your place and get your board."
"No. I'm not taking it."
"Why?"
"I told you. None of the chicks think it's cool and I want to get it on with one of them."
"Which one?" Billy asked.
"I ain't tellin' you."
I kept walking.
"Fucking Hell!" Billy exclaimed.
I heard him kick his board up and a few seconds later it clattered on the driveway. I turned to look just in time to see Billy's arms swing back from tossing his board. He ran to catch up.
"Tell me whose pant's you want to get into," he demanded.
"I'll show you," I said, "as long as you don't say anything. If you fuck it up for me, I'll kill you."
Billy laughed. "Yeah? You and who's army?"
We toddled off down the street but my mind was on the curtain that had moved. I pictured Billy's mom behind it, and could hardly wait to see her to collect my reward. A few more days of Billy not using his board should be enough. I could only imagine what she meant by 'grateful, very grateful'. Maybe holding her bare tit and maybe even kissing it? Or grabbing a handful of her skinny butt that didn't even make her pants go tight. It even sagged down a bit but I pictured it as two sexy halves of a cut-open pear and wanted it anyway. I rubbed my cock through my jeans.
"Jeez, that girl's got you going, doesn't she?"
"What? Oh, yeah. I'd really like to do her."
"Tell me who it is."
"Wait until we get downtown," I said.
I didn't want to tell Billy in case Janet wasn't at the show like we'd arranged. This was costing me another fifty bucks but it would be worth it if it worked. I was relieved when we got to the theatre and I saw Janet Johnson waiting outside with her constant companion, Wendy Hicks. This was a complication. I walked straight toward them, trying to keep my temper under control.
"No way," Billy whispered under his breath as it became clear that I wasn't headed past them.
"Shut up," I whispered back.
"Hey Jeff," Janet smiled.
"Hey Janet. You ready to go in?"
"Sure. Wendy's coming too."
Wendy looked disgusted. Obviously, she was doing this for her friend.
"Uh... okay." I acted like it was a surprise but it was part of the bargain. I needed Billy to get interested in Wendy so he didn't start using his board again.
"Okay, I'll pay your way," Billy offered reluctantly. I was sure he just wanted to see what happened between Janet and I and if that meant suffering through a movie, so be it.
"No way," Wendy said.
Billy smiled, confirming my suspicion. Watching on the cheap was better.
"Let him. It'll be fun," Janet interjected.
"Well, alright, but it's not a date," Wendy stated emphatically.
Billy looked unhappy but joined us anyway. I bought two tickets for me and Janet and Billy did the same for him and Wendy. I started for the theatre, grabbing Janet's hand to make it look good but she steered me to the concession.
"I like coke and lots of butter on my popcorn," she said. "And get big ones."
Boy, she was really pushing it. I gritted my teeth and imagined Mrs. Hammond opening the door to greet me, a huge appreciative smile on her face and the wrap half undone. I bought a couple of extra chocolate bars. In the darkness of the theatre, I slipped Janet the money but held back twenty bucks.
"What gives?" she hissed.
"You gotta make it look good," I said, pulling her close.
I opened my mouth and covered her lips with mine, pushing my tongue into her mouth right away. She struggled a bit so I backed off and tried to kiss her nicely. A few seconds later, to my surprise, she renewed the kiss and it slowly grew more and more intense. Janet pulled away and whispered, "You're a good kisser when you try."
I didn't answer because I wasn't sure what I'd done to kiss well. I pushed my face close to hers and waited for her to make contact. Maybe that was it, holding back and letting her come to me. This time it was Janet who was in a hurry to push her tongue into my mouth.
I didn't mean to touch her tits. I was just trying to pull her closer, reaching around with my arm, but she pulled it right onto her tit. That was fine by me. I played it cool and within no time she was pushing it into my hand. Somehow, my hand slipped under her shirt and inside her bra. She had small ones like Billy's mom so it was easy to imagine myself fondling her bare tit and the nipple felt just the way I remembered it. I thought how weird it was to sit near Billy, rubbing a bare tit and imagining it was his mother's, knowing I might have a real chance of doing exactly that in a few days. I got a little carried away with my prowess and dropped my hand onto Janet's legs, then quickly moved up to cup her crotch.
"Hey, wait," she protested.
I was about to apologize but something made me reconstitute my response and I whispered back, "I'm not a jerk-off goody-goody like your boyfriend, so . . ."
Janet responded as if we were on a real date, one she wanted to continue. "I didn't mean anything, just don't go so fast, that's all."
I rubbed the jeans over her pussy, slowly like she said.
"Like that?" I asked.
"Yeah," Janet Johnson purred, seeking my lips out with her mouth.
That was the best kiss ever because it was the first time I had held a girl's pussy in my hand and hadn't had it bashed it away. She didn't even protest when I flipped the button undone on her jeans and pulled it apart to unzip them. She was so much warmer through just her panties. In the midst of an even longer kiss, I nudged them aside and slid my finger into her slick warmth.
Rather than slugging me, Janet's mouth really went to town on my face. I wasn't sure what to do so I curled my finger up in her groove, then straightened and pushed it in as far as I could, then pulled it out and curled it up and straightened it out several times before pushing it back in. Soon, I was steadily finger fucking her. Janet kept chewing on my face until her body went stiff and shuddered, then she eased back and buried her face in my shoulder.
While Janet's face was buried, I put her hand on my cock. She pulled away slightly but not all the way so I quickly undid my jeans and pulled her hand back, placing in on my shorts, then pulling the elastic down and letting my cock spring onto her hand. I almost cried out loud when her fingers closed around it.
"Suck it," I whispered.
"I can't," she protested. "Not in here, anyway."
I was amazed she hadn't told me to fuck off and was actually considering it.
"Where then?" I grabbed her hand and started jacking my cock with it.
"Don't. We'll get caught."
Janet pulled her hand away but she didn't freak out.
"You can't stop now."
"I'll make up for it," she hissed.
"Okay," I whispered, trying with some difficulty to get my cock back into my pants. The way Janet was staring at my cock made me think. "It's bigger than Brent's, isn't it."
Janet nodded. Brent was her boyfriend, one of the cool guys at school. I knew when she didn't freak out she was used to handling Brent's. I took a chance that she was used to something else too.
"Think it's too big for your mouth?"
"It's not that big," she spoke derisively, then added more honestly, "I don't know."
"I'll do the same for if you try," I said.
"What?"
"I'll kiss you down there if you suck it."
"Really?"
"Yeah, really." Obviously, Brent didn't go down on her.
"Okay, I'll give it a try."
"When?"
"Tomorrow," she said. "I get my Mom's car tomorrow afternoon. Meet me here, alone."
"Here's the rest of the money," I whispered.
"Keep it until tomorrow," she said. "Billy's watching."
Shit, I had set this up to pull Billy away from his board so I could get something from his Mom, but if Janet Johnson was going to suck my cock, who gave a shit about Billy's old lady?
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"I don't believe it," Billy cried. "I still can't believe it." He whirled around in a circle then caught up to me when I didn't stop. "You got your hand in her pants!"
"Hey, don't say anything about that," I warned.
"I won't, I won't, but I saw it. You were frigging her good. That bitch Wendy even let me feel her up. At first, she wouldn't let me do nothin' but when she saw you friggin Janet, she let me touch her tits."
"Did she let you frig her?"
"Nah, but I rubbed it through her pants."
"Well, that's a start."
"I can't believe it. You and me, with Janet Johnson and Wendy Hicks."
"Well, you better keep it to yourself lessen you want to get beat up."
"I ain't afraid of them. If that Brent asshole hassles you, you just let me know. I'll take care of him."
"Thanks, but I'd just as soon keep it quiet."
"Yeah, that's even better. We'll fuck their girls right under their noses." Billy laughed really hard. "Fucking right. Fuck you, you jocks." He jabbed his fist into the air, taking out an imaginary foe.
"Hey Billy?"
"What?"
"Don't piss your old lady off this week."
"Why not?"
"Cause I'm going to set up a date this weekend with Janet and Wendy. Maybe we can go somewhere in her old lady's car."
"Yeah, ok. I'll be real nice to the old bitch."
"And leave your skateboard at home. We don't want Janet and Wendy seeing us on skateboards."
"Yeah, ok."
"Better yet. Throw it out in the shed or something in case she comes over to pick us up."
"Okay, if you say so."
"I say so."
"You're the dude, man. Fingering Janet Johnson. Fuckin 'A', man."
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We had driven out of town and took the first dirt road we came to. It ran into a yard but we backtracked and took an even older side road which turned into an overgrown trail before long. Janet turned toward me, ready to keep her promise but I got out and opened the back door. She laughed and crawled in from the other side. I loosened my belt and stood by the door waiting for her.
"Pretty cocky, aren't you?" Janet laughed as she undid my belt and unzipped my jeans.
"That's what they say," I responded, cockily.
"Well, they aren't kidding," Janet breathed, pulling it out from my shorts. "Fuck, it looks way bigger in the daylight. I don't know if I can."
"Sure you can," I said, suddenly getting worried. "Just start with the tip."
It was hard playing cool. Her soft fingers felt so good. She played with it, stroked it a few times and ran her other hand down to cup my balls, as if she hadn't yet convinced herself she could take it into her mouth. Dragging her hand up with thumb and index finger tightly encircling my shaft, she cooed, "Let's give it a whirl."
I braced myself for the bliss of her moist mouth, the first one ever to envelop my cock, except in my dreams. However, I was disappointed. Janet reached down into her purse, which was sitting on the floor in front of the seat, and pulled out a condom.
"Brent never remembers to bring one of these," she giggled, tearing the package open.
Fuck. Sure, I could see using a rubber if she was going to let me fuck her, but for a blowjob? I frowned at the top of her head as she placed the rubber on the tip of my cock and stretched it over the helmet and then rolled the condom down my shaft.
"Maybe I should have got a bigger one," Janet cooed.
That made me feel better. My frown disappeared and I convinced myself that Janet was making me use a rubber because she was going to let me fuck her after sucking on my dick for a while. I smiled in anticipation as she paused, hovering over my sheathed cock, then bent down with open lips. I couldn't help nudging it in.
"Ahhhh, that's so great Janet," I cried as the warmth of her mouth surrounded my glans.
She pulled her head back and smiled up at me.
"You like that."
"Yeah," I cried, wishing she'd shut up and put her mouth back where it belonged.
"Twenty bucks," she laughed.
"Twenty bucks," I cried. "You'd better be good for twenty bucks," I laughed louder.
"You only have to pay me if it's worth it," Janet continued playing our impromptu game.
I put my hand gently on top of her head and tipped it forward onto the tip of my cock.
"I'll give you fifty," I said, urging her down.
Janet relaxed the muscles in her neck and let me push her head down until it enveloped the entire head of my cock. I was pleased to see it was a struggle to open her mouth wide enough to get it in.
"Ahhhh, fuck Janet, that's nice."
Janet moved her head back and forth, only an inch or so, but it felt fantastic. My first fucking blowjob! As she kept bobbing her head, she tried to work more into her mouth but couldn't seem to manage it. I became acclimatized to her mouth on the top of my shaft and was eager to feel her lips crawling lower on my pole and the imagined, pulpy feel of her tonsils on the head of my dick. After a while, I became impatient, believing she wasn't trying hard enough.
What was the big deal? Why couldn't she suffer a little discomfort? I said I'd go down on her after, didn't I, and that was a sacrifice in itself, taking on a face full of snooch. Juvenile jokes about the tide being out and smelling anchovies flitted through my mind. I screwed up my face and put my hands on the back of Janet's head, pulling it onto my cock. She sputtered and tried to pull away but I held her firm, my shaft bending as I tried to force it into her mouth despite the pain of scraping over her teeth.
"Ahhhhh, ughhhhhh," she gasped when she finally managed to yank her head off my cock. "You fucking asshole," she yelled.
Well, Janet might be practised giving Brent to blowjobs but it wasn't as good as I thought it would be. In fact, until I grabbed her head and shoved my cock deeper, it had been downright boring. Mind you, that didn't stop me from blowing my wad. I let loose a huge gusher and, given how tightly the rubber gripped my cock, shouldn't have been surprised when the end of it blew right off and my spunk spurted all over her angry face. I guess she should have kept her teeth off my cock.
Maybe Janet was even more shocked than I, or perhaps she couldn't see with one eye closed from my sticky cum, but whatever the reason, she didn't try to block my spurting cock from jamming back into her mouth, though she sputtered and gurgled and waved her arms around. When I was empty, I felt bad. Janet looked up at me, speechless and in utter shock, my cum dripping from her face. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and handed it to her, then waited while she wiped her face clean. Quite the picture of our likely Prom Queen.
"That was worth twenty bucks?" I said.
"And an extra fifty," she replied. "Or I'll tell Brent, you asshole."
"It was an accident," I complained.
"I don't give a shit."
"Ok. Twenty and fifty more."
Janet laughed. "And I want what you promised."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the car, falling backward and spreading her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties under her short skirt. Without ceremony, she pulled my face onto her pussy.
"Lick it," she cried.
Her far from docile pussy began humping my face as soon as my tongue stretched out to taste her already swollen lips. Janet's fingers curled through my hair and held my head tight. It wasn't comfortable but this was payback and I guess I owed her.
"Yeah, oh yeah, lick it good," Janet cried, thrusting her snooch into my face.
She steered my head all over her pussy, directing my tongue where she wanted it most at any particular moment. I learned quite a bit by letting her handle me and started to get a feel for what she wanted. I even managed to pleasantly surprise her the few times she allowed me the freedom to move. Her moans let me know she liked being surprised but she didn't fully relinquish control. I understood that. The best part of fucking her mouth had been the bit at the end when I jammed my cock in deep, and then coming in her face and sticking it back into her mouth, forcing sloppy, gurgling sounds from her throat.
Janet came hard, and then came again a moment later. She pulled me further into the car and twisted to the front to let me lie against the back of the seat. Surprisingly, she kissed me, so perhaps I was forgiven. After a few minutes of kissing, she pulled me so I was flat on my back and got up on top of me. I thought I was going to get fucked for the first time in my life and held my cock up, still partly covered with the broken rubber, for her to squat on but she ignored it and straddled my chest instead, pushing her soaked pussy forward.
She looked down and hissed, "So you like to facefuck, do you?"
She was upon me in a flash and started humping my mouth furiously. All I could do was stick my tongue up and make it as stiff as I could so she could find it with her sweet spot and bring herself off as quickly as possible. Despite that, she wrenched around on me for quite a while. When she finished, she pulled herself down to my cock, which was still hard, grabbed it, pushed it away and pulled it back, then flung it away.
