Chapter 3

Rena was the first one to the boy. She cradled his head in her arms. He had a deep gash in his forehead.

"You didn't have to do that," Rena said.

"I had to," he said. "I don't want the boy getting any funny ideas. It looks like he's here alone."

Dave went into the house alone. Jennifer tried to catch Rena's eyes but Rena wouldn't look at her. Instead Rena tore a piece off her blouse and pressed it against the boy's forehead.

Dave came back out of the house. He still carried the pistol in his hand.

"He's here alone," Dave said, grinning. "All by himself. Looks like his parents went off on a little trip."

"They'll be back soon," the boy said.

"You'd better hope not, son," Dave said.

There was something cold in his voice that made the young boy turn pale.

"Everybody inside," Dave said. "We're going to be here for a while."

Jennifer tried to help Rena get the boy into the house. Rena gave her a nasty look.

"Don't you think you should get some clothes on?" Rena asked.

Jennifer had almost forgotten about her nakedness. The boy was staring at her again with obvious hunger in his eyes. He had probably never seen a grown woman naked before. Maybe he had never had any pussy.

For some reason Jennifer felt a little tingle at the thought.

She pulled on her pants and sweater and followed the trio into the house. Rena helped the boy to sit down at the kitchen table. Dave Madden stood in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips.

"This is nice," he said. "I don't think the cops will look for me here."

Dave was proud of himself. Everything had been working out perfectly for him. In fact, things seemed to be working out better than perfect. Who would have thought that he would find such a hot bitch on his first night out.

Now he'd found the perfect hideout until the police quit looking for him.

"What's your name, boy?" Dave asked.

"Jonathan Bailey," he answered.

The boy looked at Dave with hate in his eyes, and Dave returned his hate with an amused glance.

"What time are your folks returning?" Dave asked. "And tell me the truth this time. I don't like a liar. Especially a bad one."

The boy seemed to be considering what Dave told him. Finally he shrugged and said, "They aren't due back for a week. Mother's visiting a sick aunt."

"That's better," Dave said. "Now why don't you two girls get up some supper. I'm hungry as hell."

Jennifer was happy to see Rena getting up to do as she was told. Rena was good in the kitchen. Jennifer stood close as Rena fixed a salad and put some steaks in the oven.

"You're doing fine," Jennifer whispered to her friend.

"You seem to be doing better," Rena said curtly.

"I had to do what I was told," Jennifer said. "There's no sense in fighting."

"Hell, you didn't fight at all," Rena said. "You were enjoying it. I heard you."

There was little Jennifer could say to defend herself. Rena spoke the truth. She had enjoyed it. It was the best she'd ever had. Better than Tom could ever hope to be.

Jennifer served the meal when it was done. Dave gulped his food down like a hungry horse. Jennifer found herself hungry also. She noticed that Rena hardly touched her food.

Jennifer picked up the dishes and the young boy offered to help.

"I'll do them," Rena said.

"No," Dave said. "Let them do them. I want to talk to you. Kind of get better acquainted."

There was no mistaking the lustful gleam in Dave Madden's eye as he looked at slender Rena. She trembled under his look and backed against the kitchen table.

"Let them do the dishes," Dave repeated. "You come on into the living room with me."

"I won't," Rena protested.

Dave Madden took out the pistol and pointed it at the young boy. He pulled back the hammer. Jennifer watched the young boy go quickly pale.

"I know it won't do any good to threaten you," he said, "but any more argument and I'm going to blow your young friend into hell."

There was a long silence. He meant it. Jennifer could tell he meant it. Young Jonathan was only moments away from death. She heard Rena sigh.

"All right," Rena said. "I'll go with you, but we're just going to talk."

"Sure, baby," he said, putting the gun away.

Rena stayed two feet away from him as they walked into the living room. Dave allowed the door to close partially but not enough so that he couldn't hear what was going on in the kitchen. Somehow Jennifer had a feeling that he would be listening for anything they might try.

"He ripped the phone out when he came in before," Jonathan said softly, "but I might try to run for help."

"He'd kill you before you got ten inches outside the door," she said.

"But what else can we do?" he asked angrily.

"Just do what he says," Jennifer shrugged.

She started washing the dishes while Jonathan piled up everything by the sink. She could feel his eyes on her while she worked and she knew he was thinking about seeing her naked.

She wondered what was going on in his mind. Was he hot for her? He looked barely old enough to know what it was all about. Yet, there was animal heat in the way he looked at her.

He brushed close as he handed her the next dish.

"I think you're pretty," he said.

Jennifer's knees felt weak and she leaned against the sink. He put his hand on her shoulder and she could feel the heat of his strong fingers.

"Are you all right," he said. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just think you're pretty."

Jennifer didn't like the hot feelings that were suddenly growing in her body. It was like Dave Madden had opened up a new part of her personality, a wild, animal beast.

"You shouldn't talk like that to me," she whispered.

"Why not?" he asked. "I think you're pretty. Especially like you were when you got here."

She knew the boy was being braver than he usually was because he was turned on so much. Just seeing her had made him randy as a young stud. The thought turned her on even more. Certainly Tom had never acted as if she was special.

"I'm twice your age," Jennifer said.

"You look better than most of the girls my age," Jonathan said. "You look a lot better. All over."

"How do you know?" Jennifer asked. "What girls have you ever seen?"

"I've seen a couple," he said.

"What did you do with them?" Jennifer asked.

Jennifer wanted to stop herself from talking. She wanted to stop him. She couldn't. She knew she was getting deeper and deeper into dangerous areas, but she just couldn't.

"I didn't really do anything," the boy admitted. "We just talked and kissed a little. I got hot but the girls, wouldn't do anything."

His hand stroked her arm higher and higher until he was touching her throat. Then slowly, as if drawn by a magnet, his fingers crept down to touch the swell of her breasts.

"You shouldn't." Jennifer said.

"I want to," he said. "I want to so bad."

She wanted to stop him. She really did. But he was so excited by her body that it turned her on so much. She leaned against the kitchen sink as his fingers caressed her breasts.

"I want to see," he said.

She lifted her arms and helped him to take off her sweater. She forgot her reluctance almost as soon as his hot young eyes touched her firm globes.

He was really turned on by the sight of her. His eyes were appreciative in a way Tom's had never been.

"Oh Jonathan," she said softly.

He bent over her and for the first time his lips feasted on female flesh. He was like a young boy lost in a candy store and not knowing which counter to start at first. His mouth dropped from one hard, rosy nipple to the other.

She groaned softly and stroked his hair as she felt him eating her titties. He was inexperienced but he was energetic and that made up for it.

"Jonathan." she moaned.

She lifted him up and kissed him on the mouth. She wiggled her tongue into his hot mouth and felt him stiffen in surprise. A moment later he was giving his tongue back to her.

His big hands dropped to cup her titties. He squeezed roughly and ran his fingers over her taut nipples. She felt hot excitement growing in her, excitement for this very young boy.

She sensed his surprise once more when she let her hand fall between his legs. His stiff bulge pressed uncomfortably against his jeans. She traced the length of his rod with her fingers and found it extended a good way down his leg.

Another big one. She squeezed his cock and felt him pushing her backwards as if he were trying to climb up her body. He was so randy he couldn't control himself.

"Wait," she said

She struggled with him for a few minutes before he would let go of her. She almost laughed at his painful expression. He was used to cock-teasing girls and he was thinking that she was one of the same.

She had no intention of cock-teasing.

"Come on, sugar," she said. "I'm going to show you a really good time."

Introducing this boy to sex was the most exciting thing she had ever done. It even topped being raped in the back seat by a convict.

She could feel her hot pussy juice dripping as she led him to the kitchen table.

She made him stand before the table as she went down on her knees before him. Deftly, she unzipped his trousers and reached her hot hand inside. She found his hard prick bunched in his shorts and it took a few minutes of struggling before she could release it.

"Mmmmmm," she said softly. "You've got something nice for Momma. You must have been saving this for a long time."

Jonathan was looking down at her as if he didn't believe what was happening. Jennifer didn't know if she believed it herself. She could feel her heart pounding as she bent her head over the pulsating cockhead.

"Mmmm," Jennifer said.

She touched her lips to the ruby tip and tasted the salty flavor of his lubricating fluid. She opened her lips slightly and took just the rubbery head inside her mouth. She began to run her tongue around the sensitive crown.

"Oh," Jonathan said. "Oh, oh!"

She opened her mouth wider and sucked his entire shaft into her mouth. He wasn't as large as Dave and it was easy. She felt his balls snug against her chin and his big cockhead tight against the back of her throat.

"God," Jonathan said. "Nobody's ever done that before. Oh Jesus."

She lifted her fingers to his balls and caressed them gently. She began to bob up and down on his cock, loving the rubbery feel of his shaft going in and out of her throat.

He grabbed the back of her head and he started thrusting roughly. She could feel his prickhead swelling in her throat and she tasted a little of his salty jism.

He protested as she pushed him away.

"Don't worry, sugar," she said. "I've got something else for you."

He ogled her hotly as she stepped back and skimmed out of her tight fitting pants. His eyes swept down her full titties, flat belly, and bushy snatch.

"God," he said.

"Do you like what you see, sugar," she said. "Do you like my pussy."

"Oh yes," he groaned. "God yes. You're beautiful. You're so beautiful."

"You're turning me on, lover," she said. "Why don't you strip your clothes off?"

He immediately began tearing at his clothes. He had a strong young body though she missed the wild, hairy look of Dave Madden. She ran her fingertips lightly over his strong chest.

"I like," she said softly. "MMM, I really do like."

She leaned back against the kitchen table with a soft smile on her lips. She knew the boy was itching to fuck her, but she wanted to keep him hot. She wanted him to remember his first time for a very long time. She wanted the satisfaction of knowing that he would compare any other woman to her.