Forty Days of the Weasel Ch. 02

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Glenn was not distracted by visions of Nan this time. His imagination never left the Gilbert house. He could hardly keep himself from starting his collections first thing in the morning; and when he did start he went through them impatiently.

Finally, he was knocking on the pivotal back door, having seen the Fein car in the drive. A shadow appeared. The latch clicked. He looked up.

"Hello, Glenn. It is Glenn, isn't it?" It was Roxanne in a sheath dress, slit high to the point of the hip, a deep purple red with moiré swirls in it. She was absolutely purring.

"Yes, ma'am," he said in a high, clear, boyish tone. He had selected his role: the boy being initiated. "Is it okay to come in?"

"Please do!" Roxanne stood aside and gave his hand a grateful squeeze before turning to speak to her hostess. "It's the paper boy, Mary," she said mockingly.

"I love the paper boy!" exclaimed Mary. She arose and came over close to him. Don't I, Glenn?"

"Yes, Mary," he replied. He looked at Roxanne again, and Mary introduced her as Roxy.

"Now, if you could have us, both of us, do anything at all, what would you want, baby? Don't be shy." Mary watched him flick his gaze back and forth.

"Well, first... I want Roxy to lick my balls... and my ass, too, like especially... while you suck me!"

"Aren't you bold!" Roxy exclaimed.

"He's blushing!" cried Mary, delighted with her amusing pet boy.

"I can do that," Roxy said. "Take your clothes off and let's get started, little man. You want a tongue in your ass, you want your cock sucked?"

"Please, Roxy. Please, Mary."

They laughed and led him into the living room. "Put your clothes on the wooden chair, there," suggested Mary. "We were having a drink, would you like one? I mixed margaritas!"

Glenn disrobed before the two women, considering, but vetoed it.

"Margaritas make me thirsty," lasciviously amplified Roxanne, "I wind up wanting to suck something, every time." They laughed again. Roxanne, especially, was pretty loaded. They both sipped and eyed the increasingly naked boy with unbridled lust.

Glenn, completely nude, stepped one leg up on the sofa cushion and set his fists to his hips. "Come and suck me," he said.

Mary reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, which had been blue satin, as elegant as Roxanne's but less sexy. She didn't want to wrinkle it, but Roxanne was eager to satisfy and just dropped and crawled under him. She lapped across his anus and probed with a rough tongue at the back of his bag. Mary stood in hose, heels, thigh garters and a necklace of little aquamarines and draped her dress over his jeans. Instead of stooping to suck she put one leg on the couch, herself.

"Lick me first," she requested. Her auburn hair was trimmed to frame the dark pussy lips, which hung slightly open. Her hand touched the back of his head, the perfume of her greedy sex rose into his face, and his mouth in response closed on her tightly.


She felt the first rapid flicks of the little tonguetip strum her clit. "You are a marvel, Glenn," said she. Roxanne was striving meanwhile to abase herself; she was sensuously reaming him in and out with her stiffened tongue, clasping his hips in both hands. He could never have imagined such a thing before.

After a minute, Mary stooped and took his cock to the root in her mouth. It was angled so stiffly upward her forehead pushed into his belly. Glenn put a hand on top of each head and closed his eyes in bliss.

Before long he had to lie down. He put a leg over Roxanne's silk-covered shoulder and mewed with pleasure as the two old sluts devoured him. "I'm gonna come, Mary!" he gasped.

"Come," she told him around his cock, and so he let her have it with Roxy up his ass, drooling on his leg and grunting. Mary whined in her nose and swallowed, while he made his own animal noises with each shot of cream. Glenn's orgasm came in freight-train spurts, the sensation was so strong he shrieked aloud with each one as it rocketed out through him. Roxy's tongue seemed to have found his weak spot. It was a fine beginning and they were all ridiculously pleased with themselves, but Glenn lay panting for some time, tingling and reluctant to move.

"You got that vibrator, Mary?" Glenn wondered. He wanted to explore further the connection between his ass and that kind of almost unbearable come.

"I got better than that! Wait'll you see! Can I get it, Roxy?"

"Okay."

Mary rose to her feet and storked out in her heels. "Suck me a little, Roxy, and let me see your pussy," Glenn said. Roxy complied at once and let him finger it while she worked. Mary came in with the strap-on all buckled tight, bobbing permanently stiff at the front of her hips.

"Now we can fuck you right back, Glenn. Like it?" Mary stroked it like a cock with her hand and turned sideways to show it off.

"It gives me an idea," Glenn said. Mary laughed, mocking.

"I just bet it does," she said. Roxy kept up a steady blowjob and her hips writhed on his meaty fingers.

"I'll lick Roxy's ass until it's wide open and soft and then I want you to fuck it with--"

"It was your ass I had in mind," chided Mary, clutching the plastic strap-on and standing akimbo.

"No, I want it!" said Roxy, but her face was red with shame.

"Really?" Mary was not expecting to hear that.

"And I'll lick her while you fuck her up the ass," continued Glenn. "In your room, in front of the mirror so we can all watch it going in."

Mary ignored his idea completely, and frowned a little. "Are you sure, Roxy?"

"Yes. There's lube in my bag."

"You can fuck me with it afterwards. Please, Mary?"

"All right; sure. Why not?" She clicked off to get the lubricant.

Glenn tapped Roxy gently on the thigh. "Up on your knees so I can lick you," he ordered in a soft voice. She braced herself and pulled the dress up out of his way, then lay her head on the rug with her ass high.

"Pull open a little," Glenn said. Both hands laid enameled nails on her cheeks, which she pulled away from each other to reveal her defenseless trembling anus. Glenn just looked at it, letting the moment of her submission extend. "Is that ass mine?" he whispered.

"Yes. It's yours, I'm completely yours. Fuck me any way you want. Please. I'm all completely yours, in every way."

"I'm going to fuck your ass, Roxanne."

"Oh, yes. Oh, thank you."

He leaned languidly forward and ran his tongue over it. Twice, three times. Mary came back in and stood watching for a beat. Glenn looked up around the curve of Roxy's buns. "Make her suck that while I get her ready, Mary! Please?"

Mary was a little bit puzzled, but given a dominant task to do, she set her doubt aside. Dropping to her knees in front of her friend, she told her, "Suck me, slut," and Roxy gave head to the plastic with tears on her closed eyelids. Mary's eyes narrowed.

"Get it nice and wet, 'cause it goes right up your ass next, understand?"

"Yes."

"Pull that ass open more," barked Glenn.

"Yes. Mmp."

"I'm gonna fuck your ass raw," spat Mary.

"It's almost ready, Mary," said Glenn. "Relax it, slut!" He was taking his cues from Mary. It seemed unnecessary to insult the woman, but it did seem to make Roxy hotter.

"Suck," breathed Mary.

"All right, give me the lube. I'm greasing you up, Roxy, just relax, baby, and I'll lick you while you take it from behind. Come on around, Mary, she's all ready."

Roxy's mouth popped off the end of the thing and Mary came around, finding a place to put her knees and holding on to her friend's hips. Glenn scooted in under Roxy, moved the silk aside and got up on an elbow. "Can you reach my cock and suck it, Roxy?"


They didn't have the mirror but it was quite a sight. Mary swived her with an enthusiasm Glenn didn't know she had in her, watching the two of them eat each other.

Glenn found Roxanne's black-haired pussy to be much like her daughter Lisa's sweet dark equipment, and it gave him heavy flows of slick musky juice. He came in a spurting flood inside the woman's warm throat watching the cock-toy slam into her ass deeply, over and over.

After he'd come, Roxy kept sucking and Mary showed no signs of letting up. "I'm jealous," complained Glenn. "I want Roxy's place! Let's you and me flip over, Roxy, and Mary can fuck me for a change! Please Mary-- lube me up and fuck me?"

Mary agreed and fell to opening his ass by hand as soon as it turned upward. She rolled lubrication into the target between the plump rosy mounds and placed the strap-on. He lifted his head from the dark pussy. "Do it, Mary," he said. The plastic cock slipped in and Mary got her wish.

Roxy came soon after the insertion, with his cock in her mouth, watching Mary's hips and stocking-clad legs pump the enormous shining thing into his insanely stretched rectal passage. At the moment she came, her thighs clutched Glenn's skull hard enough to make it creak! She shuddered helplessly, choking on her own spittle and grinding her pussy onto his nose and mouth.

When they disengaged, her purple silk had pulled a seam open, but she removed it without comment. For the first time her breasts came to view.

The dildo levered out of him and Mary straightened up. "If you take that off, I could eat you, Mary," he offered. "I want to fuck Roxy's ass, anyway."

"Can we take a break first?" asked Roxanne.

"I think Mary's ready to come, but rest if you want."

"Thank you."

"Come let me eat that poor neglected pussy, Mary, please?" Mary was already letting fall the straps, and came forward eagerly. He tenderly guided her to sit on the couch and crawled in between her knees to give her a climax. Roxy watched and rubbed her anus with her fingers, sipping another margarita.

From her point of view, things had gone well enough. She was coming to love the boy's hard little body, but her anus felt a bit abused. If I'd thought it through, I could have accidentally left the thing at the house. But Mary wanted to fuck the kid really bad.

She shrugged the whole problem onto Fate's shoulders and watched him driving Mary into a better place with his talented mouth. The kid can eat a girl out, for sure. Her daughter would have said the same.

Mary came with abandon, aquamarines rattling, sucking on her lower lip with her fingers tightly hauling on Glenn's hair. Her breasts shook and heaved. His cock was very hard again and pulsed with his heartbeat as it hung angled strongly up along his taut nearly-hairless belly. Like a dog's, Roxanne mused.

It looked pretty fine. And Lisa's safe. Life is good, she told herself, stroking a nipple and taking a tongueful of salt off the rim of her glass. He'll want to fuck me soon. I guess I'm ready; it's a lot smaller than the dildo. Look how hard he is. And what a pretty little bottom!

Glenn sat back on his heels, his cock pointing up, watching Mary catch her breath with a big smile of triumph on his young face. "Can you take it in your ass, Roxy?" he demanded. She nodded.

"Then, after that, I'll want a break, but I haven't fucked any pussy yet. I'll have to fuck you both before I go."

"Let me take the couch, Mary," Roxy said. Mary swapped seats with her. Roxy lubed her ass with one slim leg held somehow far back behind her shoulder, then lifted the other leg, crossing her ankles behind her head with her shoulders wedged in behind her knees. It's the pose called the Oyster.

Her butt hung just over the edge of the couch and she smiled invitingly at the boy as he stepped up to her.

I'm fucking her ass, whether she likes it or not, he told himself. Right now I can get her to do anything! He placed his rock-hard spike and slid it into her rectum with a soft push of hip.

The lubricated tube of gut clung deliciously to it, the woman's mouth opened and a hint of alarm came into her expression. He walked it forward and back and savored the luxury. Oh, yeah: I'm gonna come fast in there!

"Roxy! Tell me what you want!" his voice held mockery, but she crooned rhythmically I want! my ass fucked! Fuck me! in the ass! Oh, God! I love this, fuck me in the ass! And before long she believed it herself; she began to hump herself onto him deeper with a rocking motion, her eyes went blank. Oh please, just do it; fuck my ass, fuck me! Fuck me in the ass! I love your sweet! sweet little cock...!

The boy's whip-tight young muscles responded, sweat flew off his hair. He jammed his slim cock to her hard and fast.

He panted, open-mouthed. Mary took a turn comparing him to a dog, from her place on the chair across from them. Fuck! my ass! Slam-slam! So fast-- and almost mechanical! Mary congratulated herself again. The paper boy was a hot ticket.

It was disquieting how Roxanne had turned into his slave, though, and right off the bat, too. Mary had imagined the scene with the boy submitting utterly to the two of them, and he'd been in charge from the first.

How did he get her to cave in like that? was the way the question formed in her mind. She didn't take as much note of the fact that she, too, had done only what the boy asked her to. But the sight before her on the couch distracted her and she shelved it.

The boy was coming, noisily; grunts and groans announced each wad of cum he sprayed into Roxanne's slave asshole.

"Oh fuck, Roxanne! Uhh! Motherfuck! God, your ass is so fuckin fine!"

"I'm glad, Glenn, come in me, come hard." Roxanne gazed devotedly at her youthful conqueror and accepted his sodomizing as release. She'd hypnotized herself into utter slavish abasement, folded into a pretzel for him and prepared to do whatever he needed her to do.

She wasn't entirely alone. When he pulled his wet cock from her friend's gut, Mary held her breath, waiting without realizing it for the eighteen-year-old's next command.

But all he said was, "Whoosh! I need to rest a minute." His gaze turned to Mary, who straightened up and looked expectant. "Wanna lick?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, and she crawled on her knees to him. He stepped across her and guided her head with a casual hand. From underneath his straddled legs she twisted herself to be able to tongue-bathe his crotch.

Roxanne uncoiled and stood to stretch. She was much happier getting buttfucked by a real cock, especially a nice slender one like the boy's. The dildo had been brutal by comparison. She watched Mary lap him, feeling well-fucked and languid. Glenn reached for her chest, so she bent to offer her left breast to his mouth.

"Sweet boy," she murmured.

Quite shortly he dismissed his harem and sat to rest. He planned to fuck both women for the finale, and he idly fantasized various ways of doing that. In the meantime, the women took a breather and mourned Roxanne's cocktail dress.

Women look so good, just lying around naked, he luxuriated. Wouldn't it be nice to always... no wait. His aunt Hannah, all rolls of fat, came to his mind. You'd wanna pick 'em, I guess.

And he went through his classes at school, picking them. Nan. Tanya. Nan's friend Jackie, whoa, that'd be nice...

"Enough lollygaggin!" The voice was Mary's, but both women were back from the bathroom and feeling restored. They surrounded him and invited him to eat pussy.

Last round!

There had been a small conspiracy during his break, instigated, of course, by Mary. The women firmly guided the final fuck session, ordering him from cunt to cunt, urging him to fuck hard, gleefully using their boy to get themselves off a final time. Drained and spent, he watched them dress. Roxanne left.

Sighing, he managed to arise and don clothes. He had to be reminded, though, to take the newspaper money. He was leaving without it when Mary called him back.

______________

"When are we gonna be able to really do it?" complained Lisa, wiping her chin.

Glenn squeezed a glob out the end and she licked it up. "We can do it right this minute, anytime, but we gotta have condoms," he told her.

"What are you saying?"

He explained the situation in better detail. During his description of them a light went on. "Don!" she exclaimed.

"What?"

"My brother, he had those in his room, I saw them! How many do we want?"

"You're supposed to use a new one every time. We need as many as we can get." Glenn was excited right along with her. "Can you actually get some from your brother?"

"I don't know. I could steal 'em, I guess."

"Yeah, but he'd hide them better then, and he might not be real happy..."

"God, I don't wanna ask him a favor, he's such a jibroney."

"Jibroney, right. Is that a Yiddish thing, jibroney?"

"Irish, I think. In Yiddish he's a shlemazel. Ruins my life. You don't have older brothers, do you?"

"No."

"Lucky for you, they suck."

"I could go to him, real manly-man, and say, geez I need some condoms, Don, so I can fuck your little sister..."

"Wait a minute, he gets them free." Another light went on. "I remember now, he was talking to Hank Diehl on the 'phone. He gets them at some clinic for nothing!"

"What clinic?"

"I don't know, he just said 'the clinic.'" She frowned. "Damn."

"You could blackmail him, tell your parents he's got 'em if he won't share."

"Yeah right." Lisa was not going for that idea.

"It ain't like it's costing him any money, but I can see maybe that wouldn't work."

"He'd blackmail me! It'd be lots worse for me to have 'em than for him."

"Whoa. Think about it. Your mom: 'What are these for, Lisa?'"

"No thanks."

Gloom descended. But it dawned on Glenn that Mary always had some now, and she might be willing to get some for him. Roxanne would be out of the question, of course!

"Let me try something, I might be able to do this after all. You keep thinking. You know, about getting them off your brother some way. Especially see if you can find out what clinic. I bet in 'way less than a month we'll be fuckin'."

"Aren't you the optimist."

"The universe doesn't dare resist me!" he intoned. That drew a chuckle. "Let me lick that thing in the meantime!"

"What a great idea!" She reached her fingers under the gym shorts to push down panties and all, and he replaced his jock.

At that moment the door opened, and Seth Cummings was suddenly staring at two half-dressed classmates. Lisa's bottom was exposed but turned away from the doorway; she just reversed the course of her shorts and covered up again. Glenn already had the jock on, and pulled his shorts up while Seth was checking out Lisa's ass.

"Holy shit," Seth breathed.

"Hi, Seth," they both said. Seth was the manager of the JV ballclub and helped out the instructor during gym classes, because he knew where all the equipment was stored.

"Sorry!" Seth said. "Lemme have the blocks right there and I'm gone." Glenn wordlessly passed them over, and the door shut again. There was an implication to be drawn that Seth wasn't going to turn them in, but they decided to rejoin their classes just the same.

And of course he told people. It was too good a story.

___________________

Glenn never saw the books coming. Completely without warning, every book and notebook being carried under Jackie's arm swung up high behind him and came crashing onto his head where he sat. That kind of thing will sometimes happen to weasels.

Well, it hurt! It hurt enough so that Jackie felt bad. "Oh! I'm sorry, I was just trying to make you listen, I didn't mean to really hurt you."

Three big textbooks and a couple of notebooks, wham! Glenn's neck locked up from catching the strain of it.

"Listen!? To what?" came his choked voice.

"First, please forgive me, okay, I'm really sorry, I mean it."

"Okay. You are forgiven." His eyes were closed and he was massaging his neck and writhing.

"Really?"

"Yep, I said so. I like you, anyway, so I gotta figure you had a reason. Even though I don't think I ever did anything to hurt you, did I?"

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