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ELEANOR

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by Hector In the summer of 1938, Billy and I were 10. Paul was 13. We three had been best friends as far back as we could remember. We all jacked-off, but in those days not one of us would ever admit it to the other two. Back then you didn�t talk about masturbation. The subject was taboo. Then along came Eleanor. It was summer vacation, 1938...August in New York City...hot and sticky. Billy, Paul, and I were on my screened-in porch gasping for air and talking about nothing, when Eleanor came strutting down the other side of the Street. We fell silent, and ogled. She looked to be 14. Her bleached-blond hair fell around her shoulders in long bouncing curls. She wore a sheer white dress with the hemline three inches above her knees. We hung our jaws and followed every shudder of her buttocks. Suddenly, she turned her head, looked our way, and smiled. I was frozen. I could feel saliva dripping off the tip of my tongue. �Wow,� Paul whispered. �Who is that?� �I�ve never seen her before,� I said. �Me either,� said Billy. �I�d a remembered.� �You bet,� said Paul, as Eleanor reached the corner of Glenwood Road and 18th Street. She stopped, thought for a moment, turned, crossed 18th Street, and started back on our side of the street. �She�s coming back,� said Billy in a panic. �Yeah,� Paul said. �Look busy.� �At what?� I said. �Anything, just look...� She was in front of my house. I don�t know about the others, but when she turned into my walk without hesitating, I felt my heart halt. �Hello,� she said, as she stood at the bottom of my porch steps and squinted up at us. �Hello,� said Paul. She put her hand up to shade her face from the sun. She wore lipstick and eye make-up. �It�s very hot,� she said. �Do you suppose I could have a glass of water?� If there had been no city water system and no faucets, the three of us would have dug a well with our bare hands. �Do you want to sit on the porch awhile and cool off?� asked Paul, getting off the davenport. �That�s so nice of you,� she said. �Yes, I�d like that. Thank you.� She brought the refreshing aroma of bath salts to my screened porch. We watched her like eagles as she lowered herself onto the davenport with a squeak. �I�ll get the water,� I said. I ran full bore to and from the kitchen so I wouldn�t miss anything. When she took her sip of water, licked her tender lips, and crossed her legs, we sat at attention, trying to see up her dress. She began squeezing her thighs together and rocking on the davenport. Its old rusty springs squeaked with every rock. We were silent as we listened to the rhythmic squeaking. She chuckled. �Boy,� she said, �what that reminds me of.� �What?� said Billy, as though he�d just got back from the moon. �My mom�s bed,� she said. �I have an Uncle Pete who stays with us some times. Well, he�s really not my uncle, but he stays over, and when he does, my mom�s bed squeaks just like this.� She rocked the davenport in a suggestive rhythm. �So you know what they�re doing?� she said. �What?� asked Billy. �They�re having fun...real good fun...the best kind. You know what I mean, don�t you. Don�t you boys ever have fun...I mean real fun?� �Sure,� Paul said. �What do you do?� she asked. All three of us looked at each other and shrugged. �Uh-huh,� she said. �You don�t do anything, do you...or you won�t admit it. I think you boys need some education. Whose house is this?� I raised my hand. She leveled her deep brown eyes on me. A thrill shot through my groin. �Are your folks home?� �No,� I said. �When will they be back?� �In about an hour...maybe more.� �Okay,� she said. �Lesson one. This is what I look like.� She lifted her dress and spread her legs. She wore no panties. That was the first pussy I ever saw. She�d shaved it, leaving only a triangular-shaped patch of brown pubic hair. I was too shocked to get a hard on. She got up off the davenport, straightened her dress, and headed for the screen door. �Where are you going?� I said. �Do you know the Loews Kings movie theater?� �Sure,� Billy said. �Thursday afternoon at two-thirty in the balcony,� she said, standing in the doorway of the screened porch. �The balcony will be closed, but I know the usher. Just say my name, nothing else, and he�ll lead you to me.� We stared at the flexing of her ass and listened to the click of her high heels, as she strutted away up the block. Thursday afternoon finally arrived, and the three of us followed the usher high into the highest seats in the balcony. Eleanor was waiting. I sat on one side of her, Paul on the other. Billy sat in the row in front, facing backwards. He had to be able to see all the way up her dress. She started feeling my cock with her right hand and Paul�s with her left. I was hard as a piece of oak. All at once, she turned on her side and faced Paul. I reached under her dress from behind and felt her pussy, which was warm and slippery. I watched her fondle Paul�s cock as I played with her pussy. I was amazed how big Paul was -- at least eight inches. She stopped stroking Paul and turned to me. �Here,� she said, taking my hand. �Like this.� She showed me how to stroke her clit, put my finger in her, and play with her asshole. Then she went back to stroking Paul. He was writhing in his chair. Even in the darkness up there, I saw the stream of cum shoot from Paul�s cock. He gave a grunt and shivered as she milked his cock and whispered, �Yeah, that�s good. Keep it coming.� He squirted each time she milked his cock, then he dribbled, and then he was finished. She rolled on her side, facing me. I could feel her warm breath on my face. It smelled of Juicy Fruit gum. She pumped my cock and squeezed it hard. As she did this, she grabbed me behind the neck and forced my head down between her legs. As I went down, I saw Billy facing us in the next row. He was beating his meat like mad. She mashed my mouth and nose into her juicy cunt. Her crotch smelled like fish. It turned me on. She grabbed my head and directed my mouth to her clit. �Lick it,� she whispered. �Lick the little man in the boat.� My tongue found a hard knot that rolled to one side each time I pressed my tongue to it. I know I was doing right, because every time I licked it, she quivered and groaned. In the middle of it all, with Billy stroking himself and watching us, and Paul working up another hard on, she suddenly said, �Okay, that�s it. Tuck �em back in your pants. Leave something for another day.� She stood and straightened her dress. �I�ll leave first.� She said and did. Paul, Billy, and I were left looking at each other jerking off. This moment changed our lives. Eleanor didn�t show until the following Thursday. Billy and I were playing stoopball. As she passed on our side of the street, she said, �Is the coast clear?� �Yes,� I said. �Everybody�s out. They�ll be gone until late afternoon.� �Where�s the other one?� �You mean Paul?� �Yeah. Where is he?� �He�s probably home.� �Call him. Tell him to come over. I�m going to show you guys something.� Paul arrived on the run. We were in the cool living room, when he rang the bell. The three of us sat on the couch, and she sat in a chair across from us. �Do you know what a circle jerk is?� she asked. �Yeah,� said Paul. �Isn�t that when a bunch of guys sit in a circle and jerk off?� �That�s it. Have you guys ever done that?� �No,� I said. �Why not? It�s great. You watch each other get your cookies. We�re going to do it now. Pull down your pants, and I�ll lift my dress. You two sit on the couch as far away from each other as you can, and you sit in that chair. �There,� she said a minute later. �That�s good. Let�s get to it.� She pulled her dress up to her waist and began rubbing her clit with a circular motion. Paul and I were on the couch. Billy was in the chair by the window. Paul was the first to haul out his meat. It was huge. I followed. Mine wasn�t as long as Paul�s, but it was as thick. Billy had the smallest one. We all began stroking ourselves while we watched her. �Don�t just look at me,� she said. �Look at each other. Come on. Get on your knees in a circle in the middle of the floor. Come on. That�s it. Now watch each other, and I�ll watch the three of you.� We were horny as hell by now, and an amazing thing happened. I looked down at Paul�s cock, and it really turned me on. He was watching me, and that turned me on too. �I want to see you come,� I said to him. �I like watching you come.� It was like he had been caressed by my words. He called, �Oh, man!� and shot a stream of cum that reached my thighs. It was hot, not warm, hot, and it ran down to my knees. That did it and I hunched up and came. Billy�s hand was jerking so fast, it was nearly invisible. �Come, damn it,� Eleanor ordered Billy. He was red in the face and chest. �Oh!� he shouted and fell backward onto the carpet. �Stay where you are,� Eleanor said. �All three of you. Don�t move.� Still playing with herself, she crawled on hands and knees to each one of us and licked up our cum. The most was on my thighs. She spent a lot of time with that, and that turned me on again. �One more thing,� she said when she noticed my quivering hard on. �Paul, get on your hands and knees. I want to see something. Will you do it?� �Do What?� said Paul. �I want you to let him fuck you in the ass. Trust me, it will feel great.� Paul said, �But...� �Have I been wrong yet?� she said. �Go on,� she said to me. �There�s a great asshole. Fuck it. Time�s a-wasting.� I crawled up behind Paul. She came over, spit on her hand, lubed me up, and guided my cock into him. �Oh, man, that�s good,� said Paul, when I was all the way in. �Okay,� she said to me. �Start slow. That�s it. Now, go a little faster. Now, do what comes naturally.� While I fucked Paul in the ass (something I would never have imagined doing), she watched intently and frantically rubbed her clit. Paul came first, which surprised me. She came second. I came last, inside Paul. �Okay,� she said, standing and pulling down and straightening her dress. �That�s lesson number two.� She headed for the front door. �In lesson number three, I�ll show you how to suck each other�s cock. Look for me next Thursday, and we�ll find a place.� Next Thursday arrived, and no Eleanor. We searched everywhere. We went to bed that night frustrated. We didn�t know where to look, because we didn�t know where she lived. In fact, we knew nothing about her, except her first name. After two more Thursdays rolled by without Eleanor, we accepted the fact that we would probably never see her again. To honor her, however, we held memorial circle-jerks and ass fuckings. Soon after, we learned to suck cock on our own.