Pedophiles At School

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Part 8

"You boys been behaving yourselves?"

"Yes, Daddy." Mrs. Wilson followed carrying Mark's laundry bag, then the two uniformed cadets each carrying his gear. "Hi, Jody."

The teenager looked at the two naked kids and laughed. "Hi, boys. Let's see if I remember. Frankie and Mickey, right?" purposely pointing to the wrong owner of each name.

"No, I'm Mickey! He's Frankie, Silly!"

"Oh, OK. You're Mickey, and you're Frankie Silly." Jody was an expert at making little kids giggle.

Mark ran to the boys' bedroom and soon came back out, naked as his brothers. "C'mon, let's go play in the playroom. You comin, Jody?"

"Be along soon, Champ. Mr. Wilson, where do I stow my gear?"

Ginny quickly answered for her husband. "Down the hall, last room on the left." She winked at Frank as the boy headed off.

In a minute he was back. "Uh, Mrs. Wilson. I think I made a mistake. That looks like the master bedroom. I can't sleep in there."

"Nope, no mistake. You get settled in there. The rest of the family will get along just fine. Now get out of that uniform. The boys are waiting for you."

A few minutes later, Ginny saw Jody coming out of her bedroom wearing only his CA briefs. He followed the noise to the playroom and when he got there the volume increased dramatically. He wrestled them on the air bed and didn't mind when they ganged up on him, three against one. Mark rode him as he began doing pushups, and before he knew it the brothers were on back as well. An only child, Jody felt very privileged to be part of a real family holiday. Mark stole Jody's briefs and threatened to give them to Allen Boone.

"I thought you was mad at Uncle Allen," said Frankie, "'cause he made you get demerits."

"Hehe, I was. But shit, when you love someone you don't stay mad at them forever. I think the Bible says that somewhere."

As the afternoon moved into evening, Jody played parcheesi with the boys and then helped Ginny in the kitchen. Around ten, she had her three sons kiss their guest, before whisking them away to get their baths and prepare for bed, leaving Jody to discuss politics with Frank.

"Well, young man. It's been wonderful getting to know you better. We can't thank you enough for all you've done for Mark. But I'm a little tired. I think we'll have to continue this conversation tomorrow."

"I'm sorry, Sir, I had to put you out of your bedroom. It really wasn't necessary."

"Mrs. Wilson wouldn't want to have it any other way, Jody. Believe me."

The two headed down the hall and exchanged good nights before Frank turned into the boys' room to join his three sleeping sons. Knowing what Jody was going to find waiting in his bed, Frank for some reason, had to prove to himself he was still a virile man. And he knew his sons wouldn't mind being roused again to help him out.

Jody continued down to the master bedroom, opened the door, flipped on the light, and took a step backward. Ginny was sitting in the bed under the covers. "Oh, er, I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilson. I guess I was mixed up. Sorry to bother you." He turned to leave.

"Come here, Jody. I was really hoping to share this bed with you. If you don't mind."

"But, uh, Mr. Wilson."

"He's cool. He has three boys to keep him happy tonight. But, if you're uncomfortable about it..."

"No, I mean, well."

"Are you gay, Jody?"

"No. I mean you know I like fucking little boys like Mark, but tits and cunts they also make me hot, so I guess I'm not homo. Not 100% anyway. It's just..."

"You've never done it with a female, have you?"

"Er, no, Ma'am. So I guess I'm a sorta virgin. I'd just as soon not have my friends know that, if you know what I mean."

"You don't need to be a virgin any longer, Son." Ginny pushed aside the sheet to show him her nakedness. "Come here, please."

"Well, OK. I mean, thank you, Ma'am. You're really nice." Jody walked over to the bed and lay on the empty side. "Uh, Ma'am, should I turn out the light?"

"If you want to, Jody. You do what feels right."

"Oh, sure." He got up again, went to the switch by the door, and came back. In a few seconds, he felt a soft feminine hand inside his briefs.

"Uh, Ma'am, should I take off my underwear?"

"If you want to, Jody. You do what feels right."

"Oh, sure." He got up again, pulled off his CA undies, and came back to bed. Ginny felt in the dark for his penis.

"Uh, Ma'am, should I rub your breasts?"

"Jody, do you ask all these questions when you fuck Mark?"

"No, Ma'am, but I kinda know what I'm doing with him."

"I think you kinda know what to do with me also, Son. Trust your instincts. Do what feels right."

"Oh, sure." He reached over and caressed Ginny's tits. She started pumping his cock with her hand. He kissed her ear awkwardly, then repositioned and planted one squarely on her lips. She was cupping his balls. He moved his hand off her breast slowly down to her beaver. He'd never felt a genuine cunt before. It intrigued him. He began to explore it in the darkness. She moaned loudly. He pulled out quickly. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you, Ma'am?"

"No, Jody, you were making me feel real good." She held his hand and returned it to her twat. "Don't worry about hurting me, Darling. You've fucked my seven-year old child. I'm a lot tougher than he is."

Jody silently asked himself, "OK, instincts, now what do I do? Maybe I should get on top of her." Jody pulled his hand out again and rolled over on top of his motherly lover. He propped himself up on his hands and knees, and wondered if his instincts had told him right. He got his answer when he felt her hand guiding his hard oozing adolescent cock into her moist warm labia. "Yeah, thank you, instincts. OK, now maybe I should push." He thrust forward. He couldn't believe the feeling as the vaginal walls closed on his manhood. Not as tight as Mark's asshole, but incredibly erotic. He moved in and out like he'd done thousands of times with his fist. Damn, he was fucking a real live woman!

Ginny once again knew why she was attracted to teenage boys. "Yes, yes, yes," she called. It was an automatic response, but it gave Jody all the encouragement he needed. He sped up his ramrod assault. Ginny tried in vain to remember this was Jody. In her head, he was Jimmy Johnson one second, then Russell, Duane, Tommy, Cotter. Each thrust reminded her of a different teen lover. She grasped Jody's bare ass in her hands, tight enough to keep him there, but not enough to prevent his perfect rhythmic plunges. Now her mind thought of Frankie down the hall. He's growing up fast. Soon he'll be on top of her, pounding away with his fresh young cock. "Oh, God!" she shouted, afraid to specify any other name for fear of losing him, who is it, yeah, Jody, right! "Oh God!" Then loud enough to be heard by the boys in the other bedroom: "Fuck me, you Animal! Fuck me hard! Make me your fuckin bitch!"

Jody was in tears. He'd never felt so on top of the world. He could actually make a woman happy, give her a real orgasm, damnit! He grunted like a bear and pounded faster and harder. Then he stopped, scrunched up his face. The world stood still as he waited. "Yaaaahhhh!" he screamed. Then boom! He shot his seed into the bitch's furry cunt! It seemed like gallons of the stuff poured out of his prodigious cock. Every muscle of his body was trembling, and every pore sweating profusely. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, pulled his mouth on to hers, and began madly french kissing him.

Jody had lost all grasp of reality. He was in a new place altogether. He was something he hadn't been an hour before. When he began to come to his senses, he realized his proud young cock had deflated and shrunk itself out of that marvelous hole. He rolled off his lover, and reached his arm under her neck. "Thank you, Ma'am."

"No, Son, thank You! You did a wonderful job."

They lay there in silence for long minutes. Then Jody suddenly thought of something. "Uh oh."

"What's wrong, Son?"

"Well, I, like, I never had to worry about this before, y'know, 'cause I fucked boys' asses and all. And well, maybe I should of, but y'know they was all young kids, like Mark, and so, like, I didn't, but now I probably should of."

Ginny sat up. "What the hell are you talking about, Jody?"

"Uhm, well, Ma'am. I shoulda used a condom, y'know. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, we probably should have, Honey." She realized there was a box right there in the bedside table. "But it'll be all right."

"But you might get like preggy, Ma'am."

"It won't be the first time, Son. Hehe. We can name him Jody." She gave him a hug, but realized he wasn't finding the thought of fatherhood amusing. "You know what, Jody, if you're really worried about it, there is something you can do."

"There is? What?"

"You can suck it out again."

"Shit yeah, felch it out! Why didn't I think of that." He'd felched Mark's boycunt a couple times after filling it up. Jody jumped up quickly, moved down between Ginny's legs which she obligingly spread wide for him. He began sucking away at her furry hole, swallowing his seed mixed with her cunt juices. Ginny was in orgasmic heaven again. It felt like he could hoover her whole womanhood out. She wasn't sure this would really have any contraceptive effect but hell, it was worth it. Down the hall her husband and children, now wide awake, soon heard her shout, "Oh, yeah, Jody! Eat me. Chew my beaver good." And all four started laughing like hyenas.

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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.