| Easy Money, Chapter Three When money comes too easily, it can quickly become addictive. With me, a pattern was becoming established. Every Saturday Kelly and I would meet at the mall just after it opened at 10:00 a.m. and chat a bit about school and other inane topics until one of us said, "Do you want to wait for awhile or should we go now?" We both knew what the other meant. We also knew Mrs. G. would be anxiously awaiting our arrival. For several weeks we would alternate as the one to satisfy Mrs. G.'s perverse desires. One of us would go into the bedroom with Mrs. G for about half an hour while the other watched TV in the living room. Then it was back on our bikes to the mall to spend our ill gotten gains. After several weeks, it became apparent that Mrs. G's sexual appetite was nearly insatiable. On one particular Saturday, it was Kelly's turn to be the object of Mrs. G's lust while I was to watch TV. After almost an hour Kelly, came back to where I was sitting watching some kid's show and said, "Mrs. G. wants you to come to her bedroom." I could hardly believe what Kelly had said to me. I guess I had, without being fully conscious of it, become a preteen hooker, because the first thing I said was, "Will she give us another five dollars?" Kelly said, "Oh yes, I asked her that when she told me she was still horny and said Barbie would also get five dollars if she came to my bedroom. I said okay and Kelly sat down in the chair I had vacated. When I entered the bedroom and closed the door I found Mrs. G. totally naked lying on her bed. One hand was playing with one of her swollen nipples and the other was slowly stroking her cunt. "Oh God Barbie, I'm so horny. Get undressed and come onto the bed with me darling," she said. I was starting to enjoy these encounters and began to feel a sense of power. I felt that I could have made her beg to violate my preteen body if I had wanted to but I was not quite ready to take that giant leap forward. I was still essentially passive. Mrs. Gallager rolled over onto her side facing me. Soon I felt her full lips pressing against mine. I knew what she wanted and opened my mouth to accept her invading tongue. As our kiss continued, her hand came to rest on one of my swollen nipples. Ever since the tender age of 10 I have had extremely sensitive titties and my response was not lost on Mrs. G. After what must have been a full minute of French kissing as she fondled my nipples, she finally broke the kiss and whispered, "Oh I'm so hot baby. You just have to help me get off again." With that she took my hand and placed it between her legs. I now knew what she wanted (needed really) and ran my middle finger slowly up one of her pussy lips. God, she was sooo wet. I repeated the movement on the other labia. Mrs. G was moaning and saying things like, "Oh baby, fuck me; fuck your horny mommy you little slut." I knew it would not take much more time to make her cum so I easily slipped three finger into her hot, wet cunt. I began moving my fingers slowly in and out. She was so wet that my moving fingers were making obscene noises that seemed to add excitement for the both of us. "Faster, deeper, Barbie; fuck Mommy's pussy faster and deeper," she pleaded. Once again I felt the sense of potential power I believed I could have exerted over this older woman, had I chosen to do so. My hand was now moving faster and I was penetrating her as deeply as I could. I positioned myself so my other hand was free. I moved my middle finger to the top of her slit and easily found her engorged clit. Although I had nothing to compare it with at the time, I realized many years later that Mrs. G. had a very large clitoris. It poked up through its hood at least half an inch and was very stiff. I took it between my thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed the precious little nub. That was all it took. Mrs. G's body stiffened and she cried out, "Yes, oh fuck yes; I'm cumming Barbie." I left my fingers buried deep in her pussy as she came down from her high. Mrs. G. reached down, took hold of my hand and lifted it up to my face. I could see the juices on my fingers as she gently pushed my fingers against my lips. The smell was intoxicating. I gingerly opened my lips, allowing my slimy fingers to enter my mouth. The taste was unusual but not unpleasant. Soon I was actively sucking her juices off my fingers. I didn't realize it at the time but it was a taste I would grow to love. Mrs G. and I slowly got back into our clothes and washed ourselves in her ensuite bathroom. Kelly had a big smile on her face as we entered the living room. "Have fun?" she asked. Before I could answer Mrs. G. said, "I'm so lucky to have two little girls like you to play with." Kelly and I rode our bikes back to the mall. We had stayed so long at Mrs. G.'s place that we were too late for the afternoon movie. We went to the food mart instead, had a hamburger and coke and felt very pleased with our lot in life. It was early June and summer vacation was just around the corner. Things were peachy but unknown to me, they were about to change dramatically. Love and licks, to be continued... |