What causes a married woman in her mid-thirties to go on a sex spree with inexperienced younger men? This type of behavior is by no means uncommon. It has been with us throughout the recorded history of human behavior. And psychologists tell us that the reasons for this type of behavior are as varied as the individual women who participate in this type of conduct.
In this novel the author illustrates this type of behavior and touches on many of the common factors that are often considered to contribute to the behavioral pattern. At the same time, the point is clearly made that no one single factor is entirely responsible for the pattern.
What we see in Christine Gorman's almost frantic sexual escapades is an interesting blend of factors. In the beginning, what starts as a relatively harmless and entirely normal flirtation quickly builds to the living out of a fantasy. And this is really only the first step onto the famous tread-mill to oblivion. For Christine, it is the beginning of the end.
She recognizes this, but she refuses to accept it and forces it into her subconscious mind. The reader recognizes, however, that it is already much too late for Christine. She has, through her actions, chosen a path that modern scientists would describe as a "self-destruct mode."
The author deals briefly and sharply with the law of cause and effect in relation to both social and psycho-sexual behavior. Absolutists in our society have often advocated that every human being is solely responsible for his or her behavior. The author in this novel challenges that. What made Carol's husband become homosexual? What part did his behavior eventually contribute to Carol's behavior? And how did Carol influence her sister, Christine? Who, indeed, was responsible for what?
Perhaps the most interesting facet of this narrative is Christine's desire for self destruction. The foreboding feeling of "impending disaster" that follows her in the form of a "black cloud" represents her own certain knowledge of the approaching end. She makes no attempt to escape her destiny, and, in fact, actually seems to hasten its coming. This alone makes this a provocative novel with an important message for many of us.
-THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter One
"How about a nice cold Coke?" Christine said as she walked up to the slender, golden tanned youth working on the swimming pool filter in her back yard.
"Gee, thanks, Mrs. Gorman," the polite young man replied, accepting the frosted bottle she offered. "It's warm today!"
"Sure is," Christine replied with the beginnings of a smile etching itself on her full, sensual lips as she saw the growing bulge in the crotch of the youth's tight swim trunks. This was the first day she had dared wear her new skimpy bikini and she could see that the maximum exposure of her full, voluptuous body was having an effect on young Bobby Wilson. "Call me Christine, Bobby," she added.
"Okay," the boy responded. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off the older woman's full, pointed tits that were hardly covered with the tiny patches of cloth that passed for a swim suit.
A strange warmth spread through Christine's thirty-six-year-old body when she saw Bobby's young cock straining against the fabric of his trunks. Somehow, it made her feel like a young girl again - a very sexy, desired female! It was a feeling Christine had been lacking the past few years - to be a desired sex object.
Deliberately and slowly, Christine turned around and bent down to pull a weed out of the flower bed next to the pool filter. She knew that the small swatch of cloth that barely covered her buttocks would slip inside the crevice between the full cheeks of her ass and give the youth a full view of her tail. She pulled herself erect again and turned, her eyes fastened on his young groin. Christine almost had to laugh when she saw Bobby's eyes popping out of his head! And his young prick looked like a tent pole stretching the crotch of his swim suit!
Stop teasing the boy, she scolded herself! His yearning body will ache and torture him until he can't sleep tonight! "Think you'll have the pool ready for tomorrow?" she asked. It was Bobby Wilson's responsibility to clean the pool and the filter and keep the proper amount of chemicals in the water. His father had volunteered Bobby if Christine agreed to give swimming or life-saving lessons this summer to all the young people in the immediate few blocks of the neighborhood.
"Oh, sure!" Bobby replied, forcing his eyes away from the sexy woman's almost naked body and starting to attach the vacuum hose to the inlet to the filter. "All I have to do is clean it now and it'll be ready. Dad says I'll probably have to clean it every day and back-wash the filter at least three times a week because of all the kids who'll be swimming."
"My husband said that you'll have to test the water for chemicals every night," Christine said.
"Sure," Bobby responded. "That only takes a couple of minutes with the test kit your husband bought. By the way, when will Mr. Gorman be home?"
"Oh, he'll be away all summer, Bobby," Christine commented with a sigh. "He's in a training program in Detroit. It's like going to school, and it won't be through until the Friday before Labor Day."
"Gee," the boy commented as he turned the valves on the filter, "I'll bet you sure get lonely with him away like that."
Christine watched the lean, muscular boy begin cleaning the pool. It amused the thirty-six-year-old woman to see that his penis was still hard and straining against his trunks. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be only eighteen like Bobby again - with all of life's wonderful pleasures waiting to be discovered?
"Well, it does get a little lonely," she replied, walking around the edge of the small pool and lowering herself to a sitting position on the lip directly opposite of where he was working. She dangled her feet in the water, fully aware that her pubic hair was now escaping from beneath the small V-shaped piece of cloth that was supposed to cover her pussy.
"Lonely and damned frustrating" Christine said to herself! Not that Larry was anything special in the sack! For the past five years, in fact, Christine's sex life with her husband had been something lesser than dull. But at least it satisfied, in some degree, the physical urgings in her body.
She saw the youth's eyes fix on her crotch, and Christine deliberately spread her thighs several inches to give him a better view. The movement gave her a delightfully wicked feeling and she felt a familiar itch begin in her groin.
"That area is pretty clean," Christine suggested with a repressed giggle when she noticed that the boy had been cleaning one part of the floor of the pool over and over as he stared at her crotch.
"Oh! Sure," he said as he quickly changed positions.
Christine lowered her body until her back was pressed against the cement apron of the pool. She let the warmth of the bright sun seep into her body, and returned to thinking that she still had reservations about teaching the neighborhood children to swim this summer. Not that she couldn't handle the task. She had been a swimming champion in high school and she had taught swimming several years at the YWCA. She just wasn't sure she wanted the responsibility and the involvement, what with Larry out of town.
The Gormans had been the envy of the block since they had the small pool installed in their back yard. They had bought it three years ago with the bonus Larry had received from the automobile dealership where he was Service Manager. It had been both a dreamed-of luxury and a status symbol for the Gormans. Larry had worked long hard hours as a garage mechanic, foreman, assistant service manager, and finally service manager. They were by no means wealthy, but they were comfortable - and that was what the pool seemed to symbolize for them.
Christine often wondered if others realized that she and Larry still had to struggle and practice little economies to meet their monthly bills? Screw the neighbors, she thought! Lately Christine had withdrawn from the friendships she had developed over the years. It was all part of that restless feeling which had been following her every action for the past few months. Christine knew, but refused to fully accept, that her problem was sexual. At thirty-six she was still a very attractive woman. Her five-foot-five-inch figure was relatively free of fat. Oh, she wasn't as thin as she had been in her teens - but who was? Christine was proud of the fact that with diet and exercise she hadn't allowed her body to become flabby. Her breasts, always one of her outstanding assets, were still firm and proud on her chest. And she had been able to avoid the ballooning ass many of her friends seemed to have fallen prey to.
Her husband's increasing lack of interest in her body, and Christine's growing desire to prove herself to still be a sensual, attractive woman, had made her think, over the past few months, about the possibilities of having an affair with someone else. What held her back was the knowledge that she wanted the excitement and satisfaction of an affair without all of the emotional involvement that was almost always present.
Opening her eyes, Christine found Bobby standing close by her side. She saw him staring down at her almost naked body while he busied himself with the ritual of cleaning the pool.
"Do you like to swim?" she asked softly, smiling inwardly at the sight of his rigid, surging prick standing straight out at his crotch.
"I ... I never really learned very good," Bobby replied in a faltering voice. "You were a champion, weren't you?"
"In high school," Christine said as she propped herself up on her elbows. "I thought you took lessons, Bobby."
"I did," he responded with the magic smile of youth lighting up his face. "One or two lessons. I guess I didn't learn much, though."
"Why not?"
"Aw, there were so many in the class," he replied. "And the instructor kept showing us what to do, but he never helped us much."
"Sounds like you didn't like your instructor," Christine said.
"Not much. My Dad said the guy was a fag. He gave certain kids a lot of attention - kids who didn't mind him rubbing up against them a lot - you know what I mean?"
"And you weren't that type of boy?" Christine prompted, a little surprised that the boy was speaking so freely with her.
"Not with a guy," Bobby said firmly. "If it had been a gal - well, that would have been different! But I guess I'm just not that lucky."
"Why, Bobby, you sound like you want to be a regular Don Juan!" Christine chided.
"My Dad says it's normal for a guy to want girls," Bobby replied, defensively.
"Of course it is!" Christine agreed with a laugh. "And I'll bet a boy with your good looks and body really makes out great with the girls."
"Aw, most of them say I'm too square!" Bobby complained.
"I'll bet you're not," Christine said, staring pointedly at his bulging groin.
"Heck, no!" Bobby sighed. "But you know how silly girls can get. Maybe if I learn to swim I can show how good I am physically and then really make out down at the public pool this summer."
"I'm sure you can," Christine replied, choking back a laugh at the equation between sports and sex. "If you'd like, I'll give you a private lesson as soon as you finish the pool."
"That would be great!" he replied enthusiastically. "It won't take me five minutes more. All I have left is that area over there."
"Okay," Christine said, pulling herself to her feet. "I'll get some towels."
When Christine returned from the house with two beach towels, she found Bobby coiling up the hose.
"That was fast!" she said with a smile.
"There wasn't much left to do," he said. "I'm ready now, if you are."
"Okay. The first thing, Bobby, is to let me see just how much you have learned about swimming. I have to know that before I can start teaching you. So why don't you get in the shallow end of the pool and show me what you've learned."
"Sure."
Christine had to smile when she saw his prick sticking straight out from his groin as the boy jumped in the shallow end of the pool.
"What do you want me to do first?" he asked as he stood in the water half way up to his chest.
"Show me what you learned," Christine responded. "Did you learn how to breathe in the water?"
Christine's professional eye watched the boy demonstrate the things he had learned at the swimming classes. She recognized the problems immediately. The instructor had started the class all wrong! The very first thing was to overcome a human's natural fear of water by teaching how to float. Bob had not been taught correctly how to float, and once he learned he would no longer be afraid of sinking. Then he could learn how to stroke his arms and kick his legs.
Christine walked to the diving board and executed a graceful swan dive into the refreshing water. She swam quickly to the shallow end of the pool.
"Now watch me," she said as she stood next to the young boy. "I'm going to float. That's the first thing you have to learn, and it's the easiest thing in the world. Watch my body."
Christine spread her arms wide and slowly raised her legs from the bottom of the pool, executing the classic back floating position. She floated for several minutes while the boy watched, then brought her feet to the floor of the pool again.
"Did you see what I did?"
"Yes," the boy replied.
"Now you try it."
He hesitated. "I'll sink to the bottom," he said seriously.
"No you won't," Christine assured him. "I'm going to be right beside you and I won't let you sink - I promise. Spread your arms."
She watched the willing boy follow her instructions, but she knew his body was much too tense. Speaking softly and reassuringly to him, she had him bring his legs up. Reaching down, beneath the water, Christine placed her hand at the small of his muscular back and supported him as he came up. She knew she was holding him up when he finally managed to get in the floating position, but all she wanted was for him to achieve a degree of confidence so that his young body would relax. "Hey! I'm floating!"
"That's right," Christine said softly, noting that in his newfound excitement he had lost his gorgeous hard-on.
It's just as well, she told herself. "Now just relax, Bobby."
"Don't let me sink!"
"I won't," she replied quickly. "Just relax your body. You won't sink, I promise." Gradually, she felt his tension leave.
"That's it," she encouraged, "relax! See how easy it is?"
Slowly and carefully, Christine gradually slackened the support of her hand against his back. She kept up a constant stream of chatter to divert his attention while she removed her supporting hand completely from his back, until she knew he was floating entirely by himself.
"Why, I'll certainly say you learned how to float much faster than most students!" she exclaimed.
When he saw that she was standing several feet from him with both of her hands out of the water, he immediately began to sink.
Laughing, Christine stepped forward and grabbed his twisting, thrashing body.
Christine felt the boy's hand come up between her thighs. When he touched her pubic mound, the older woman wondered if it was an accident - or was he simply copping a feel? It didn't matter. What mattered was that the touch of his hand on her pussy had sent a series of sparks raging through her system!
Moving naturally, she brushed her hand against his crotch. Fair's fair, she smiled to herself as she felt his penis shoot erect. Christine knew that it had been limp before she touched it, and yet it became rigidly hard like it was spring loaded. All in one little touch!
Clinging to her, rubbing his body against hers as he pulled her down into the water, Christine knew it was no accident when his grasping hand held her breast for a long, long moment, squeezing before it let go.
And it was certainly no accident the way her body was responding! She felt her nipples pop erect and press against the patches of material covering her breasts! And the way he was brazenly rubbing his hard-on against her thigh! Christine knew that it was deliberate, especially when his hard prick pushed in a fucking movement against her crotch!
The thirty-six-year-old woman could have stopped their playful wrestling in the water, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was so exciting, so physically stimulating!
When Christine felt the young boy's excited hand crawling up her thighs, she wickedly parted her legs. Then she felt his fingers slip beneath the tight fabric of her string swim suit, and her heart seemed to skip a beat!
"Oh, Bobby! We shouldn't!" she moaned.
Chapter Two
When Christine's pussy caught fire beneath the pool boy's probing fingers, she forced herself to push him away. This had gone beyond the teasing, playing stage! Christine was very aroused!
I can't let this happen, she said to herself as she pulled her dripping body from the pool. Even the friction of the cloth now lodged firmly in her slit seemed to send waves of passion raging through her body! She lowered herself on the lawn and stretched out in the warm sun to calm down.
Bobby Wilson followed her out of the pool. His eyes were glued to the full cheeks Of her sexy ass. They were in full view now that the swatch of material was gathered into her crack and the sight of her shapely buttocks made his body prickle with heat! Instinctively he knew that she had liked what he did to her in the pool - that she enjoyed having his hand playing around with her cunt. He could tell she was excited from the way she had rubbed her leg against his stiff prick!
Bobby stood above the mature woman, staring down at her fantastic body. She had the best tits he had ever seen! Not great big flabby watermelons like some of the fat women in the neighborhood. Christine's tits were tautly firm and pointed, and they stood straight out instead of sagging all over the place!
Bobby knew that most the guys and some of the fathers thought Christine was the best looking woman in the neighborhood. She had great legs, firm and tapered. And her face was beautiful! Christine reminded him of that famous movie star, the one who'd had so many husbands ...
Quietly, the boy knelt beside the older woman's luscious body on the grass. He watched her for a moment. Her eyes were closed and Bobby imagined that she wanted him to play with her while she pretended she couldn't see what he was doing. Boldly, he reached out and placed his young hand on her firm tit.
Christine's tortured body had just began to cool when she suddenly felt the excited young man's hand touch her breast. Her nipple stiffened beneath his probing fingers and a surge of desire seemed to rocket to her groin!
I can't give in to this! She gritted her teeth and wondered why she had ever let it start - even as innocent play! But I can't hurt the boy's feelings. I just can't! She had to break the spell - make it a game!
Laughing, she rolled over and began wrestling with the lean youth on the lawn. For a moment she was on top of the boy and she felt his rigid cock poking against her belly. The contact made her entire body tremble and she quickly rolled away. Then he was on top of her, and his instinctive animal-like jabs with his hard penis made it even worse!
Then his knee was rammed into her crotch, rubbing and pushing with an intensity that almost brought the aroused woman to a sudden climax!
"Oh, just look at us!" she stammered, her breath coming in short gasps. "We're covered with grass!"
It was true. Mr. Johnson had mowed the lawn yesterday and hadn't used the grass catcher. As a result, the yard was covered with a million short blades of cut grass. And these now clung to their wet bodies. It was an excuse, however weak, and Christine seized on it.
"We'd better jump in the pool and clean off," she said, managing to disengage her body from his and jumping to her feet.
"Hey! I just cleaned the pool!" Bobby complained.
"That's right," Christine said. "Come on, we'll clean off in the shower."
Christine ran across the yard to the door to the shower. Larry had cut a door to the master bathroom so they could clean up after swimming without tracking through the house. She pulled the door open and turned on the cold water.
Instead of waiting for her to finish, Bobby crowded into the shower with her, closing the outside door behind him.
"This shower is hardly big enough for two," Christine said as she turned to rinse the grass from her back.
"Here, I'll help," the boy said, using his hands to rub the grass away from her skin. "Do you always take a shower with your swim suit on?" he asked.
"No," Christine replied in a small voice. Her heart was beating so fast she could hardly talk! The touch of the young boy's tender hands on her back seemed to send electric shocks coursing through her veins. And when she turned she felt his hard penis brush against her rounded buttocks.
"Me neither!" Bobby laughed.
"Do you want to take your trunks off?" Christine asked, hardly able to believe the words had come from her mouth.
"Sure," Bobby replied, "if it's okay."
"It's okay," Christine replied, "I've seen men naked before."
She stood staring down at the boy's crotch as he hooked his thumbs beneath the waist band of his trunks and began unabashedly wiggling them down over his lean hips. This young generation, she thought - they have no modesty, constantly exposed as they were to so much nudity in all the media! She was ashamed of herself, but she couldn't help it! She just had to see what kind of sword he had!
Christine's breath caught in her throat when he managed to pull his trunks free of his rigid shaft and it popped into view before her hungry eyes. Bobby's young organ was fully erect and at least six inches long! The shaft was slender, yet curved gracefully upward toward the swollen bulb at the peak. His balls were in a small firm sac, and the base of his penis was circled with short, thin, tufts of blond pubic hair.
"How about you?" the young boy asked, his cheeks flushing as the sexy woman stood there staring at his prick.
"What?" Christine asked, finally forcing her eyes away from his tempting sex organ.
"Aren't you going to take your suit off?" he asked, looking into her gorgeous eyes and feeling a throbbing begin in his testicles.
"Oh! Well, if you don't mind," she smiled. "It won't embarrass you?"
"Heck no!" the boy replied, boldly reaching out to help her pull the bow out of the strings that held her bikini top together.
Nervously, Christine fumbled with the strings until she managed to untie them. She slipped her top off and let her breasts bob free of the restraining material.
"Wow! You sure have a set of tits!" the boy exclaimed.
"Why, thank you," Christine said with a flush filling her cheeks. "You're well built yourself!" she added, staring down at his hard rod which seemed to quiver as it pointed straight out from his crotch.
Christine's heart jumped to her throat when the young boy moved closer and pressed his straining cock against her thigh as he fumbled with the string knot holding the bottom of her swim suit.
"Here, I'll help you with this," he said in a husky voice that somehow added to her arousal. She waited while his nervous, excited young fingers worked feverishly with the strings, then finally she had to help him. When the suit was at last free of her body, Christine saw his eyes fasten on her dark pubic mound.
She dropped her suit with his on the floor of the shower and reached for a bar of soap in the soap dish.
"Might as well get clean while we're in the shower," she said. "Turn around, Bobby, and I'll soap your back."
Christine watched the sturdy youth turn his body so that his back was facing her. She rubbed a nice foam of lather on his shoulders and down his back, stepping aside every few moments to allow the shower spray to rinse him. Then she began soaping his buttocks, and her temples pounded.
The horny woman couldn't remember being this aroused in her entire life - at least not in the last five or six years! She could actually feel the pounding of her rapidly beating heart all the way down in her vagina!
She hesitated for a moment, then plunged ahead and brought the bar of soap up between his legs. She heard him groan with desire when she began lightly rubbing his tender young balls with the soap. His hips even began jerking in small spasms!
It began as a game with Christine, but the minute she felt his straining young prick in her hand she was consumed with the fires of a passion she could hardly control!
Christine had known Bobby ever since he was a small child, and she had watched him grow through the years. She had an almost motherly affection for the boy, perhaps because she was childless herself. In consternation, now, she realized that the feelings she was experiencing were anything but motherly!
She turned the boy around, rinsed his straining organ with a combination of the shower spray and her hand, then turned back and twisted the control until the shower stopped.
"Let's dry off," Christine said huskily as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a bath towel. She pulled the willing youth toward her and vigorously began drying his delightfully young body with the bath towel. Sensing a pleasant game, the boy grabbed the other towel on the rack and began rubbing the sexy woman's full body. He rubbed her tits until she moaned out loud, then dropped the towel to her crotch and began rubbing her briskly.
"Are you hot?" the boy asked as the older woman's body trembled and a low meowing sound came from her parted lips.
"Yes!" Christine replied truthfully.
"So am I."
"I can see that!" Christine laughed, playfully taking his pulsing prick in her hand. "What do you do when you get hard like this, Bobby?"
"I jack off," the boy said excitedly.
"Like this?" Christine asked as she began slowly stroking his hard penis in her warm hand.
"Yes! Careful - I'll pop my nuts!"
"Don't you want to?" she teased, sliding her cool fingers up and down his rigidly throbbing cockshaft.
"Yes! But not like this!" he moaned. "How?" Christine asked, her hand continuing its sensual massage of his surging shaft.
"Can I ... can I ... can I fuck you?" the boy asked with labored breath.
Christine felt a sliver of fire race down her back. Could she? Would it be terribly wrong? Would it hurt the boy to learn about sex from an older, experienced woman? She had read about things like this, but she had never even imagined that it could happen to her. What difference could it make? And who would ever know?
"Please?"
"I don't know if it would be right," Christine replied slowly, so terribly unsure of herself in this strange situation. But, in his aroused state, for which she was very much responsible, wouldn't it be cruel not to do something ... perhaps something not as serious as actual copulation ... to relieve his passion? "Come on, I have an idea. Let's go in the bedroom."
The older woman led the eager young stud into the master bedroom and pushed him down on the bed. Her heart leapt to her throat as she saw at his hotly excited cock standing straight up in the air!
"I just love your cock, Bobby," she sighed, dropping to her knees between his wide-spread legs. She reached out and took the slender, rock-hard shaft in her hand. The skin was so virginally smooth! The veins along the length of his rod were light blue and hadn't yet become ropelike ridges. His penis was as smooth as the cherished vibrator Christine had secretly bought several years ago!
His balls were shriveled from their immersion in water, but, like his delightful penis, were smooth and exciting to touch!
Christine leaned forward and inhaled deeply of the musky odor of his excited sex. His youthful fragrance was like a heady perfume! His crotch exuded the unmistakable odor of sex, yet it was fresh and not at all pungent like that of the older men she had known. It made her nostrils flare and the aroma seeped into her body like a gas that sought to ignite flames in every part of her system.
Christine focused her eyes on the young boy's face as she slowly brought her lips to his throbbing organ. She felt his young body quake with excitement when her lips brushed against the swollen bulb at the head of his rod. Then she darted her tongue between her lips and began licking the blood-engorged tip of his penis like a delicious ice cream cone.
Bobby could hardly understand the sweet pain that swept through his body! His balls ached! His muscles were so tense they seemed to scream at him! He watched with wonder as the most beautiful face he had ever seen hovered above his straining, aching prick. When he saw her start licking him like he was made of candy, Bobby had all he could do to control himself and keep from shooting his load a mile high!
Christine teased him with her tongue until she could herself no longer stand it. She had always loved sucking cock, and she had to have this beautifully young, fresh, pulsing prick in her mouth! She pursed her lips and brought her head down on top of his throbbing penis. She sucked on it as it slowly glided into her hungry mouth and she could feel it throb with his beating heart beneath her lips and tongue.
She knew that she had never tasted anything so fresh and sweet in her life. The flavor of his sex permeated her mouth and filled her throat! It was salty, even a little soapy, yet so marvelously exciting! Christine loved the way she could take his pulse by counting the beats of his heart against her inner cheeks.
And the size of his penis surprised her! For some reason she had created the mental image that his organ was terribly small. It wasn't! Oh, it didn't make her jaws ache the way Larry's did, but it certainly filled her mouth and reached all the way to her throat. She loved the way she could rub the swollen head first against one of her cheeks and then against the other!
The sex-starved woman cupped the quivering youth's swelling balls in her hand and fondled them as she satiated her mouth with the exciting flavor of his young penis. Her finely tuned sensual being was fired with passion and desire! Christine felt of her pussy, damp with the clinging dew of aroused pleasure.
Was it because she was horny? Or was it the incredibly stimulating blossom of youth in this delightful just-turned-man boy? Everything about him was so fresh and virginal! His body was like a lovely piece of Roman sculpture, the lines so smooth and flowing, the skin so fresh and taut!
Bobby Wilson was so hot the hair on his head seemed to be smoldering! Each breath he took was a labor! And every muscle in his young body was as taut as a piano wire. The young man recognized the signals his body was sending to his brain. He was on the verge of climax. But it had never been like this with his own hand, or with a girl in a dark corner at a party. Never! The youth thought that he had to be ten times hotter than he had ever been in his whole life!
The most fantastic thing was to watch the beautiful woman's face at his straining crotch! Seeing his prick glide between her full lips, combined with the sensation of feeling the wet warmth of her experienced mouth surrounding his cock, magnified his reaction tenfold.
In this small town of very conservative families, where everybody knew everybody, it was relatively easy for most parents to keep close watch and a close leash on their children. The kids, driven by natural and peer pressures, would of course pursue sexual adventures in the back row at the movies, in sexy magazines, or in fumbling attempts to "make out" at parties and dances. These endeavors, however, usually resulted in very little experience and a great deal of frustration. It was therefore not unusual that a lad like Bobby could reach the age of eighteen and still be very virginally ignorant of the actual forms and techniques of real-life physical sex.
For the past several months he had been secretly watching sexy Mrs. Gorman in the neighborhood. One afternoon he saw her trot down the block chasing the mailman with a letter. Her tits bobbing up and down in her blouse had sent the young boy racing for the locked privacy of his bathroom. How many nights had he dreamed about her? And now, here he was with her!
The hard nipples on her firm tits were brushing against his quivering thighs as she bobbed her head up and down in his lap! Her long black hair rested on his abdomen and thighs.
"Hey! Christine! I'm going to shoot my load!" Bobby cried out as his body reached heights it had never experienced before. "I mean it," he tried to warn her.
Christine smiled to herself. The innocent boy probably thought it was wrong to spray semen in a girl's mouth. He didn't know how exciting it was for a woman to have her man fill her mouth and throat with his hot sperm. She wanted to tell him, but she couldn't take his marvelously exciting cock from her mouth even for an instant.
Wrapping her fingers around the slender base of his shaft, she began sucking his penis with long, firm strokes. With her other hand, she began pumping his swollen balls. Christine was so excited she could actually feel her clitoris quivering between the thick lips of her vulva!
"Aaaahhh!" The short, almost gagged cry escaped from the youth's lips just as his testicles contracted and erupted to send their cargo of hot juice spurting from his penis.
Christine felt the throbbing increase in his shaft and sucked harder. The first jets of his sperm splashed against the roof of her mouth and the greedy woman pulled the swollen, contracting head of his cock deep into her throat.
She was surprised at the force of his ejaculation! It was like holding a miniature fire hose in her mouth! Christine continued pumping his burning balls and sucking until the boy's penis was completely drained. Then she reluctantly let it slide out of her hungry mouth and she licked her lips like a cat to savor every last drop of his sweet juice.
"Did you like that?" she asked softly.
"Wow!" Bobby exclaimed. "I tried not to pop off in your mouth. I just couldn't stop myself!"
"Don't apologize, Bobby," Christine laughed. "I wanted you to give me your honey that way."
"That was really something else - out of sight!"
"Most men love a good blow-job," Christine sighed, wondering how she was going to handle the aching desire in her body. She could still taste his jism in her mouth, and she was burning up!
"What do girls like?" Bobby asked.
Christine crawled over his slender leg and stretched out beside him on the bed.
"Girls like for men to give them good blow-jobs, too," she replied lazily. And what she wouldn't give for one right now!
"But girls don't have pricks," Bobby protested.
"Well, darling," Christine replied with her eyes closed, "it really isn't the same thing. But girls do have pricks - little tiny ones, and men lick and suck them until the girl cums."
"Can I see your little prick?"
Christine opened her eyes and found the boy kneeling over her.
"All right," she replied. After all, what would it hurt to let him learn the right way about female anatomy? She spread her legs wide apart. "Kneel between my legs."
As the young boy climbed over her thigh, Christine reached up and fondled his cock. She could hardly believe it was completely erect and hard again! Did these young boys have constant hard-ons?
When he was kneeling between her legs, Christine reached down and separated the lips of her pussy with her fingers.
"See that little bump near the top of my pussy?" she asked.
"Where?"
"Here," she said, taking the young boy's hand and placing his finger against her swollen, quaking clitoris. The touch of his young finger on her sensitive mound of passion sent hot sparks flying through her body.
"It isn't very big," the boy commented in his tactless innocence.
"No, Bobby, but it's very sensitive," Christine moaned.
"Can I give you a blow-job?" Bobby asked.
The mere suggestion coming from the youth's mouth made Christine's entire body quiver!
"Do ... do you want to?" she asked in a faltering voice.
"Sure! I want to learn everything you can teach me, in addition to swimming lessons!"
It certainly won't harm him to learn, she reasoned with herself! Most men had no idea how to really send a girl to heaven with their tongues. And the guy who knew how to use his tongue never lacked a list of willing girls!
"Okay, but only if you really want to!" she said softly.
"I do! I really do!"
"Okay," Christine said with mounting excitement. "Lick it, Bobby, but be very gentle. Remember, it's very sensitive and you don't want to hurt the girl."
Christine's heart began pounding in her ears as she watched the handsome youth's face lower to her hot pussy. With her fingers, she spread the lips of her cunt wide apart. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw him dip his tongue in her slit.
"Ooooohhhh!" she moaned when she felt his probing wet tongue make contact with her erect, quivering clitoris. She hadn't realized she was this aroused!
"Lick the sides of it," she said in ever-growing excitement.
"Ummmm! that's it! Oh yes, that's ittt!"
Waves of passion went crashing through the hot woman's body with the force of an earthquake. It had been several months since she had allowed her imprisoned desires to unleash themselves, and the intensity of her reaction almost frightened her!
Bobby felt his balls begin to stir again as he inhaled the powerful scent of her cunt! This was the first time he had ever smelted a woman's sex, and he found it very exciting! It had a heavy odor that reminded him a little of fish, yet it was almost sweet like perfume.
The salty flavor of her cunt filled his young mouth as he dipped his tongue into her hot, wet slit! The flavor was even more exciting than the odor! It seemed to make his loins burn with a hot fire that slowly swept through his entire young body.
The eager young student licked the teacher's clitoris like a delicious, all day sucker. He loved the way it quivered like jelly beneath his tongue!
"OH! Oooooohhhhh!" Christine groaned, her body beginning to writhe beneath the lovely boy's hungry attack.
She loved to see his innocent face between her thighs! Releasing the burning lips of her vulva, Christine placed her hands on the boy's head and pulled his face firmly against her wet crotch. She ground her hips to feel his features rub all over her steaming hot pussy.
"Lick my whole cunt," she groaned, pressing his face ever more firmly against her groin. "Yes! Oh, yes! You can stick your tongue inside my hole if you want." She gasped as she felt him cover every inch of her vulva with his probing spear-like tongue.
She wanted to feel him inside her! She had to have him inside her! Her vagina was expanding and contracting with an aching desire she could hardly remember experiencing before in her thirty-six-year life!
"AH! AAAAaaaaaahhhhhh!" she gasped aloud when she felt his stiff, inquisitive tongue press inside her vagina. "Oh, Bobby darling, that feels so gooooooooddd!"
Bobby loved to hear her moan and gasp when he did things to her! His balls seemed to roar their approval when she let him know he was pleasing her and making her hot! When he thrust his full tongue up her pussy hole, he felt the muscles of her cunt grip his tongue and it almost seemed to the boy that she was trying to yank it out of his mouth and devour it inside her hot pussy!
The young boy could hardly breathe! She was holding his face pressed tightly to her steaming cunt. Her juices seemed to cover every inch of his facial skin. His cheeks felt wet and gooey. Even so, the boy loved doing this - particularly the way she reacted. It made him feel so macho!
Bobby had another force to deal with - the growing demands of his loins! His balls were twitching as they expanded and contracted and his prick was straining hard against the skin sheath that covered his steel-like shaft! He wanted to ram his prick in her hole! He wanted to fuck her! He had to fuck her!
"No! Oh, no, Bobby, don't stop now!" Christine pleaded when she felt his electric tongue slide out of her scalding hot pussy. "Please don't stop now!"
Christine opened her eyes to see the boy crawling forward between her thighs, holding his straining prick in his hand and aiming it down at her pubic mound.
"No," she began softly, "we mustn't do this ..." Before she could finish, he fell on top of her writhing body and lunged his stiff prick inside her hungry vagina in one movement!
"OOOOOooooohhhh!" she cried when she felt his hard cock glide up her cuntal canal. This was what her body had been demanding - to be filled with a hard, throbbing organ of love!
Christine knew she should stop him, that it was wrong to let this young man fuck her, yet she couldn't! This was what she had longed for from the first moment she saw his prick straining against his swim suit!
Even as these thoughts passed through Christine's feverish mind, her hips began grinding against the mattress and her firm, strong legs flew around the boy's waist to lock him tight in a frantic embrace. She cried with a gasp of joy when she felt his hard pelvis press against her sensitive clitoris!
"Oh, yes, Bobby! Yes, yes, yes! Fucckkk me!" With the animal instinct granted all human beings from birth, Bobby began jerking his hips to send his throbbing shaft deep into her hot cunt. Nothing in the boy's life had ever felt this good! He felt the walls of her cunt draw in to grasp his shaft. Once again it felt like she was trying to yank an organ off of his body to devour it inside her!
Christine closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around the lusty youngster's back to hold him pressed tightly against her quaking body. All thoughts were pushed aside in her mind. She was a female and he was a male - and they were making love the way nature had intended them to! That was all in life that mattered! She recognized this as the longing which had been following her like a dark shadow. She was at last responding to the needs of her body, and Christine had never felt so feminine in her life!
Even the rhythmic sounds of the creaking bed springs excited her. They creaked all too infrequently at this point in her life, and the sound was a primitive music to her ears.
"Fuck me!" she gasped when she felt his tight sweaty balls slap hard against the cheeks of her ass as he lunged his cock in and out of her hot body.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ... faster and FASTER!"
Bobby had to grit his teeth to keep from exploding every time he heard her say that "F" word! Until this moment in his life, it had been a dirty word. Now it was the most beautiful word he had ever heard!
He felt her hard nipples grinding against his chest as she held him tightly locked in her strong arms. Gee, how he loved those tits of hers! It seemed like he was pressing against burning coals.
Their bodies bounced and writhed on the bed.
Their breaths came in gasps and grunts. Sweat began to pour from their pores as their body temperatures continued rising to dizzying heights!
Christine ran her tongue in his ear and bucked her hips hard against his lunging, jerking body.
"Now!" she chanted. "Now! Fuck me faster, Bobby. Fuck me faster! OH! OH! I'm ccccuuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnggggg! Gaaahhh!"
She felt his ejaculating cock expand and explode inside her, spurting jet after jet of hot jism into her vaginal track. Each drop seemed to trigger a new, increasingly more intense spasm in her body! It was like having a fleshy machine gun fire inside her! Every muscle in her body jerked in hard quaking spasms which were completely beyond her control! Slowly, the orgasmic tidal wave subsided ...
"That was good!" the boy gasped. "Was it good for you?" he asked softly.
"Oh, yes!" Christine sighed, relaxing her muscles and allowing him to pull his spent prick free of her spent cunt.
"We could do this all the time," the boy suggested, almost shyly, " ... if you want." "Oh, yes, Bobby darling, I want! to" Christine quickly breathed.
"Gee, wait 'til I tell the guys!"
"Oh, no! No, Bobby, you mustn't tell anyone!" Christine said, struggling to pull her body to a sitting position. "Why?" the boy asked innocently.
"Well," Christine replied, choosing her words carefully, "I'm older than you are, and people wouldn't like it."
"I didn't mean people" Bobby said. "Just my close friends."
"I know, Bobby," Christine said, placing her still trembling hand on the boy's shoulders. "But you see, nobody can keep a secret. You may not believe it, but one of your friends would tell another friend - and before you know it some of the adults in the neighborhood would know all about it. "Gee, okay," Bobby said.
"I mean it, Bobby," Christine said slowly and firmly, "if you tell anybody, I won't do it again with you. Promise you won't say anything to anyone?"
"Yeah, sure, we'll keep it a secret between us," the boy replied.
"Don't forget," Christine added firmly, "if you tell anybody, I won't let you do it again!"
"Sure."
"We mustn't even let anybody suspect" Christine added. "Now you slip into your trunks and get in the swimming pool in case anybody wonders where we are." Christine wondered what she had gotten herself into as she watched the boy's delightfully naked body cross the room to the bathroom. She experienced a strong feeling of guilt, but the warm, satisfied feeling sweeping through her veins seemed to overpower everything.
Even her knees were weak when she finally pulled herself off the bed and started toward the chest of drawers to find a more conservative bathing suit. It didn't seem possible that a mere youth had satisfied her like this! The feeling of his cum inside her body warmed her! Christine Gorman wondered if she would ever be the same again ...
Chapter Three
Christine's arms were beginning to ache as she reached the final stages of the last swimming class in the first day. Wisely, she had divided the children into groups, of four for each class. And at the rather pointed suggestion from Mrs. Carstairs, Christine had also divided the classes by sex.
This last class was for a group of four young girls, ranging in age between fourteen and eighteen. Christine exercised great care when she made body contact with the youngsters, especially the girls. She remembered from her own youth how sensitive girls were about their bodies!
"That's it, Linda," she said encouragingly as the pretty young blonde finally managed to float. Christine and her husband had always referred to Linda as the "all American, cute as apple pie, girl-next-door," She had long pale blonde hair and a creamy complexion. No one would challenge the fact that Linda was very pretty. And her body seemed almost overripe, very full blown and mature. Her breasts, slender waist and firm hips were those of a mature young lady of eighteen, which she had just become this Spring.
"Is that all?" Linda asked.
"For today," Christine sighed. "Tomorrow, we'll learn how to breathe with our faces in the water."
"It's so nice for an older woman like you to teach us," Linda remarked with an acid tone in her voice.
Christine didn't bother to reply. She couldn't understand why Linda had been so sour and cool all afternoon! Normally, Linda was one of the warmest, most pleasant girls on the block. And Christine had always believed that she and Linda were really good friends. But there was certainly no evidence of it today! She has a burr up her ass about something, Christine told herself as she watched the four girls leave.
Christine walked into the kitchen after her hot shower and poured herself a generous slug of rum and soda. She needed it after teaching five classes today. Taking a long, cooling, relaxing sip of her drink, Christine reached down and switched the dishwasher on. She had meant to turn it on this morning but had forgotten.
She was looking in the freezer, wondering what she would prepare for her dinner, when she heard the water gushing out of the dishwasher onto the kitchen floor.
"Shit!" she said, rushing over and quickly flipping the dishwasher control to the off position. In their first several years in the house they had never experienced a plumbing problem. But in the past three years it had been one damned thing after another! From experience, Christine knew that the disposal unit had somehow managed to back up into the dishwasher again, and she also knew it was beyond her ability to repair it.
Christine was reaching for the mop to clean up the water when she heard the doorbell ring. Sighing, she went to answer the door.
"Hi, Christine," Bobby Wilson greeted her. "Is it okay to clean the pool now?"
"Oh, hi, Bobby" Christine sighed. "Sure. The girls left a little while ago. Bobby, is your father home?"
"Oh sure. He came home about fifteen minutes ago. Why?" the boy asked curiously. "Oh, my damned dishwasher is stopped up again!" Christine replied. "I'll call your father. You go on out and clean the pool."
"Okay," the boy responded disappointedly. If his father came over, Bobby wouldn't be able to make love to Christine! "Maybe I could fix the dishwasher," he offered.
"Not this time, Bobby," Christine said with a warm smile. "The last time this happened, your father told us we had to into install a new pipe. I should have listened then."
Christine walked into the den and picked up the phone to dial the Wilson home. Through the den window she could see Bobby attaching the vacuum hose and preparing to clean the pool. Mrs. Wilson answered the phone and Christine explained what had happened. Mrs. Wilson said that her husband, Carter, was in the back yard and that she'd send him right over.
Christine wondered if she should change out of the loose fitting terry cloth robe she was wearing, but before she could make up her mind the front doorbell rang.
"Hi, Christine!"
"Oh, Carter. I'm so glad you were home!"
Carter walked into the house carrying his tool box. Christine felt a flush cover her skin when he gave her a long, smiling appraisal with his almost lewd eyes. She wished she had changed. It felt like he was looking right through the terry cloth robe!
"Dishwasher backed up again?" he asked as she led him to the kitchen.
"Same as last time," she sighed. " I should have had you install that pipe."
"You're lucky it happened today," he remarked as he bent down and began examining the pipes below the sink. "I've got a contract over in the western part of the state that'll keep me over there for at least thirty days."
"When do you leave?" Christine asked, trying to sound interested.
"In the morning," he replied. "Say, hand me that wrench in my kit, will you?"
Christine opened his tool kit and found a large wrench on top of the other tools.
"Thanks," he said, taking the wrench from her and moving up under the sink. "I landed the plumbing contract on a new development. Ten new houses to start."
"That sounds wonderful!" Christine re-marked. Carter Wilson was a hard-working man who was just beginning after fourteen years in business to make a real success of his plumbing contracting firm. Christine knew Mrs. Wilson worked with her husband, keeping the books, answering the phone and typing up all of his bids. She was glad to hear they were finally doing well.
"Yeah," he grunted, banging the wrench against the pipes as he loosened a connection. "Things are starting to pan out pretty good."
"I'm glad," Christine said sincerely. She liked Carter Wilson. He was a giant of a man, and he towered over everybody in the neighborhood. Christine knew that some of the wives didn't like Carter because he had a tendency to be a little crude in his language and because he was anything but suave in his appearance and manners.
When Christine had briefly considered relieving her sexual tension with an affair, she had even considered Carter Wilson, but not because she found him attractive! He was available, and his desire for her had never been disguised. She thought he had the most lewd eyes she had ever seen! But he was so lewd, so huge, and so coarse, he frightened her, and her first impulse had ended as no more than a passing thought.
"Yep," Carter said, pulling a long, curved piece of pipe out and holding it in his huge, paw-like hands, "here's the problem."
"What is it?" Christine asked.
"Whoever installed this thing in the first place," Carter replied, "didn't meet code. You see, this should have an S bend. And there should be a trap here. The way it is now, the water has to work against gravity. This spot here has to be lower than the inlet to the dishwasher."
"Can you fix it?" Christine asked.
"Oh, sure! Matter of fact, I've got a piece of pipe already made up that ought to fit this perfectly! I think it's in the back of my pickup."
Before she could say anything, Carter rose from the kitchen floor with catlike grace and walked quickly out the front door. Christine was going to grab this opportunity to change into a dress, but he came walking back in the living room carrying a length of pipe and some fittings before she could get back to the bedroom. Sighing, she turned and walked back into the kitchen.
"Will it be expensive?" Christine asked quietly as she watched him get on the floor and scoot his body up into the space beneath the sink.
"Don't worry that pretty head of yours about cost, Christine," he laughed. "Hell we're friends, ain't we?"
"But this is your business," she protest-ed.
"We'll forget business today and call this pleasure, baby!" Carter commented. "I appreciate that, Carter," Christine responded. She knew Larry wouldn't approve. Being in the service business himself, Larry was always insistent that a man be paid for any services he rendered.
"How about a drink?"
"Wouldn't mind at all," Carter replied.
"Rum?"
"Anything is fine. Shit, I can drink paint thinner when I'm of a mo(r)d! Especially with a sexy gal like you, Christine."
Christine laughed lightly. It was the only response she could think of that wouldn't serve to encourage him further. She poured him a stiff rum and water, adding a squirt of concentrated lime juice. Then she knelt on the floor, careful to keep the folds of her robe tightly closed, and handed him the drink.
Carter took a long swallow and then placed the glass near him as he went back to work.
"See if you can find a hacksaw in my tool box," he said. "I've got to cut this drain pipe off about two inches."
Christine searched through the tool box and finally found the hacksaw and handed it to him. She heard a knocking on the sliding glass door in the den and arose to go see what Bobby wanted.
"All done," Bobby announced, walking into the den. "I put a cup of chemical in the pool, and the water turned the test kit purple. Did you get Dad?"
"He's in the kitchen working on it now," Christine replied, leading the way back to the kitchen.
"Can you fix it, Dad?" Bobby asked, bending over to see what his father was doing.
"What do you mean, can I fix it?" Carter roared. "There ain't a fuckin' piece of plumbing in this state I can't fix! You get the pool clean?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, Son, you go home and help your mother dig up that flower bed. I was doing it when I had to come help Mrs. Gorman, so it still needs doin'."
"Aw, can't I stay and watch?"
"Now you get on home, Boy!" Carter said firmly. "That flower bed needs doing, and I've gotta leave tomorrow. If you're gonna be the man around the house, you better show your old man you can hack it. Understand?"
"Okay, Dad," Bobby replied. He straightened up, winked at Christine, and trotted through the living room.
"He's a good boy," Christine ventured when they heard the front door slam behind the boy.
"Yep," Carter replied with a cryptic note in his voice, "he's quickly become quite a young man! Sure has changed even in the last day."
Christine was glad he couldn't see the flush that filled her cheeks! Did he know something? Had Bobby told him?
"There," Carter sighed, "we've got that grooved! Now all we've got to do is put a union between these two and tighten it up. I'll need your help, if you don't mind."
"Of course!" Christine replied, glad the subject had changed. "What do you want me to do?"
"First, hand me that union over there. That's it! Okay, get a wrench out of the box and climb in here with me."
Christine tightened her robe, picked a wrench out of his tool box, and got down next to him. There was no way to avoid body contact as she wormed her way into the opening beside him. After all, she thought, he was doing this for free, so the least she could do was help him. She felt her breasts rub firmly against his belly as she slid under the sink and the contact made her tremble.
"Put that wrench on this pipe here," he said. "Here, let me tighten it for you. There! Now I want you to hold that really tight while I tighten this one down here. Okay?"
"Sure," Christine replied.
"Just keep it from turning," he grunted as he applied pressure to the union below.
Christine quickly realized that it would require all her strength to keep the pipe from twisting as he leaned heavily on his wrench below. She struggled to hold it firm and she could feel the muscles in his legs straining against her body. Her knuckles were beginning to turn white when she heard him give the wrench one last turn.
"There!" he grunted. "You can let go now. Why don't you slide out and turn on the water?"
"I'm stuck," Christine laughed, as she tried to wiggle free of his body and the confining door.
"Yeah, this is kind of cozy, ain't it?" he replied with an almost obscene laugh.
Chapter Four
Christine finally managed to slide her body out from under the sink, but not without rubbing against Carter Wilson's hard-on. It was straining against his work jeans, and Christine thought for a moment that it was a tool in his pocket. It was so long and thick, she thought it had to be a piece of pipe!
The most embarrassing moment was when her robe opened and her breasts were in full view to Carter's lust-filled eyes! Christine told herself she had no desire for the situation which was developing!
"First run the water in the sink," Carter told her as she stood and fixed her robe tightly in place again.
She ran the water, then flipped on the disposal at his instruction. Finally, she activated the dishwasher and they both waited as the water began filling the machine.
"Sounds good down here," Carter commented as he scooted out from under the sink and pulled himself to his feet. "We'll wait for it to run this cycle and see what happens. I think we've got it fixed."
"I hope so," sighed Christine. "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Carter."
"Let's have another drink while we're waiting," he suggested. Without waiting for her consent, he began pouring rum into their glasses.
Christine brought the ice and dropped cubes in each glass, then watched as he added soda. He makes a stiff drink, she said to herself as she watched him stir in a few drops of lime juice.
"Bottoms up," he offered, taking a long swig of his drink. "And it's lots of fun that way, don't you think?" he added with a wicked grin.
"What?" Christine asked absently.
"Bottoms up. I said it's fun that way," Carter responded with an almost obscene laugh.
"Oh!" Christine replied, forcing herself to smile at his crude humor. She took a deep swallow from her glass to cover her embarrassment. The drink was so strong it actually burned her throat on the way down!
They stood silently staring at each other for several minutes. Christine tried to control herself, but she couldn't stop her eyes from darting to the huge man's crotch. What she saw gave her an empty feeling in her stomach for a moment! Like a length of thick pipe, his cock was bulging against the material of his pants and seemed to reach halfway to his knee!
Carter broke the hypnotic stare-down by turning to the sink to grab a bar of soap and begin washing his hands.
"Plumbing is dirty work," he commented with a chuckle as he vigorously scrubbed his ham-like hands and rinsed them under the faucet.
As she watched him, Christine unconsciously drained the tall, strong, drink he made her. Together, they heard the click as the dishwasher changed cycles. Carter then dropped to his knees and inspected the pipe and fittings he had installed to make sure they weren't leaking water.
"Yep," he said with a certain amount of pride, "she's all fixed. It won't give you any more trouble," he added as he pulled himself to his feet.
"I just don't know how to thank you enough," Christine said. For some reason she had trouble getting the words out of her mouth! And her whole body seemed to be in a hot flush. She felt like she was standing near a hot oven! Of course, she told herself, it's the rum! Christine always flushed when she drank too much too quickly. "Why not pay me with another drink?" Carter said softly. "I fixed that in record time, so I don't have to get home yet. Want me to make 'em?"
"Well ... sure," Christine replied. She could hardly refuse him a drink after what he had done for her. She got the ice while he again poured two stiff drinks.
"Let's get out of the kitchen," Christine remarked as she accepted the glass from him. "Suits me," Carter smiled.
Christine led the way into the den. She sat down in the sofa - and wished she had not done so the moment he sat close by her side!
"That was pretty nice what you done for Bobby yesterday," Carter commented slowly.
"What do you mean!" Christine replied much too quickly, her cheeks blushing a bright pink. "What did I do for Bobby yesterday?"
"I don't rightly know, Christine," Carter returned with an obscenely lewd chuckle.
"Did he tell you I did something for him?" she asked, wondering if the stupid kid had run right home to tell his father what they had done.
"He didn't have to," Carter replied with a light laugh. "I didn't ask because he wouldn't have told me anyway. That boy is tight-mouthed as hell when he wants to be."
"Then what did you mean?" Christine pressed, relieved that the boy hadn't gone home to give a blow-by-blow description of their afternoon.
"You know, Christine," Carter began, casually placing his hand on her knee, "a man knows other men pretty good. And a father knows his son even better. Bobby didn't have to tell me. It was written all over his face that he got his ashes hauled yesterday ..."
"I don't see ... " "And from the way he looked at you today," Carter continued, "it sure wasn't no secret who hauled his ashes for him. Don't get me wrong, Christine. I don't mind. Hell, I think it's good for a boy to get his licks in early in life."
Christine wanted to protest her innocence, bluff it out, but from the look in Carter's eyes she knew it would be impossible. He knew, and nothing she said would change his mind! She said nothing, and her hand trembled as she raised her glass to her mouth and took a long drag.
"We just wouldn't want it to get around the neighborhood, would we?" Carter said, boldly moving his hand an inch up her thigh. "You know what busy bodies we have on this block! Hell, I don't blame the kid! You're one sexy gal, Christine. I've had a mind to have a ball with you myself."
"Now just - " Christine began lamely.
"And, hell, I don't blame you, Chrissy," he continued. "I know what it's like when you're away from your mate. With old Larry gone, you're bound to get the hots for some action! Any gal would!"
"Please, Carter!" she cried as she felt his huge paw of a hand working its way up her thigh. "I don't want this."
"What?" Carter said in an outraged voice. " I said, I don't want this!" she protested, pushing his hand away from her thigh.
Carter's reaction was so swift and so unexpected, Christine was caught off guard. He shot his hand to her head and gabbed her hair, pulling it back cruelly so that her head snapped against the back cushion on the couch.
"You're saying you took care of my young son but you won't take care of me! Is that what you're saying?"
Christine didn't answer. It felt like he was yanking the hair off her head!
"What did you do to the boy?" he snapped at her, twisting her hair in his hand until she cried out in pain. "Did you give him a blow job?"
"Yes!" Christine gasped, terrified of the man.
"Did you let him fuck you?"
"Yes! Ow! Oh, please!" she pleaded as he pulled her hair when she hesitated to reply.
With his free hand, Carter grabbed her terry cloth robe and yanked it open. He felt a burning sensation in his loins when he stared at her naked tits! Man, he said to himself, they're even better than I thought they'd be\ Holding her head strained back, Carter pulled her robe free of her body and stared at her voluptuous figure. Like every other man on the block, Carter Wilson had watched Christine with lust. He'd always wondered how he'd arrange to get a little piece of her ass, and now he had the perfect situation!
"Please, Carter!" she pleaded.
"Listen, bitch! I'm not leaving here without the same thing you gave Bobby yesterday!"
"But - " "No buts about it, Christine!" he snapped. "I want a blow job and a good, hard, fuck. And if I don't get 'em, Larry and the rest of the neighborhood is gonna know about what you did to poor, innocent, Bobby. Got the picture?"
"You wouldn't!" she cried.
"You better bet your sweet ass I would!" he laughed. "How long do you think it will take Larry to toss your damn ass out on the street when he finds out you've been screwing around?"
"You bastard!" Christine snapped.
"Like I said," Carter laughed, "it's no skin off my ass what you do. Take care of me and I'll forget the whole thing."
"You filthy bastard!"
"And Bobby can keep servicing you," Carter added.
"What do you want?" Christine said in a low, throbbing, voice.
"I told ya! A blow job and a good fuck. Then I'll leave you alone."
Carter reached out with his free hand and began fondling her exciting tit. Is she ever built! he thought. He twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then leaned over to plant his mouth on hers. He ran his tongue slowly around her full, sensual, lips, then forced it between her teeth and into her mouth.
Christine's body trembled with fear when she felt his hand begin lewdly exploring every inch of her naked flesh. His crude, almost cruel probings of her body made her skin crawl! She didn't want this, but she had no choice! Christine had no idea if he was bluffing, but she couldn't afford to gamble. If he made good his threat and told Larry and people in the neighborhood, Christine knew that she would never be able to face any of them again!
"All right," she gasped, pushing his face away from her mouth. "But you give me your word that you'll forget all of this and never bother me again?"
"Look, I'm a man of my word!" he snapped at her. "If I tell you something, you can bank it!"
"All right," Christine sighed. "Can I have another drink?"
"Good idea, baby! You bet. I'll fix them."
"I'm going back to the bedroom," she said softly.
"Be right there!" Carter boomed. "Yeah, baby, now you're talkin'. I'll be right there!"
Trailing her robe behind her, Christine walked slowly, dejectedly down the hall to the master bedroom. For the first time in her life, Christine felt like a whore! Why had this happened to her? Was this her punishment for having sex out of Wedlock? Punishment or reward?
She dropped her robe on the floor and flopped down on the bed. Christine was flushed ~ flushed and a little dizzy! The room, even the bed, took on an unreal quality to her. She was rapidly becoming drunk and she didn't give a damn!
"Here we go!" Carter laughed, handing her a 68 t glass filled with rum and a little ice and soda as he stood staring down at her luscious nude body stretched out on the bed. "Man, you've really got some nice equipment there!"
Christine pulled herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed and accepted the drink. She finished half the glass in one big gulp.
"I've got just the prick to match that brick shit-house body of yours!" Carter chuckled lewdly. "Take a look at it, Chris baby!"
Christine finished her drink in another big gulp, then reached out to unbuckle Carter's belt. Her fumbling fingers finally managed to pull his zipper down, and she reached inside his shorts.
"My God!" she exclaimed when she at last managed to yank his huge penis free of his shorts. Christine had to shake her head in an attempt to clear her vision. She'd never seen anything like this in her life! His prick was at least twelve inches long and as thick as a piece of heavy pipe! And beneath her trembling fingers that was what it felt like - a length of iron pipe just like on his truck!
"Bet you've never seen one like that!" Carter boomed proudly as he watched her eyes bulge when she held it in her hand.
"I ... I don't believe it!"
"Most gals wet their panties when they see that!" Carter replied with a hearty laugh. "Don't worry, you'll believe it when we get through!"
Carter drained his glass, set it on the nightstand by the bed, then quickly slipped out of his clothes. When he was completely naked, he stood directly in front of the beautiful brunette seated on the edge of the bed.
Christine couldn't take her eyes off the biggest cock she had ever seen! It was like a thick pole, a club sticking straight out from his groin! The head was swollen to the size of a small light bulb, and she could see the blood coursing through the thick veins that ran along the shaft like a webbing of rope. His balls hung like giant plums between his legs, and the matted black pubic hair grew around the base of his prick like a forbidding jungle!
"Well?" he said obscenely.
"What?" Christine asked.
"Don't just sit there looking at it, baby," he laughed. "Kiss it and make friends with it."
"Oh!" Christine responded, suddenly remembering her agreement. She leaned forward, her nostrils flaring wide as the strong, pungent odor of his sex wafted through her system. He smelled of sweat - hot sweat and sexual excitement - and the odor was strangely stimulating to Christine.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of his rod, Christine slipped her tongue out between her lips and brought it to the pulsing, swollen, head of his cock. The heady flavor of his sex almost made her gag for a moment!
"Come on, baby, suck it!" he said obscenely, standing in front of her with his hands on his hips.
"Show me what you did to Bobby!"
Christine could have slapped him for that remark, but she remembered that she had made a bargain and she steeled herself to go through with it. She pursed her lips and slipped them over the swollen tip of his huge organ. Her jaws ached with pain as they stretched to allow his cock into her mouth.
It was so thick! So long and thick! The corners of her mouth felt like they had split and were bleeding as she pulled the giant penis into her throat! Her tongue felt like it was squashed beneath the weight of his incredible prick!
Her jaws stretched beyond their limit and straining, Christine began sucking his cock. She moved her hands in and out at his crotch and she cupped his heavy balls in her hand and began fondling them. His shaft so filled her mouth she thought she could feel it rubbing against both of her inner cheeks at the same time!
"Now that ain't bad!" Carter commented. "Not bad at all. You're a pretty good cock-sucker, Christine baby!"
Carter Wilson enjoyed the feeling of power he held over the beautiful girl sitting on the bed sucking his cock. He hadn't experienced this domination of a woman since he spent a whole afternoon fucking a young black girl he'd hired to help his wife. The black girl knew that if she didn't please the big white man, she just might vanish and never be heard from again. Things like that happened all the time to darkies, she knew. But this was even better! Christine was no stupid, bungling, inexperienced black girl! No, sir, Carter told himself! This woman knows what a man's cock is for! And she'd do whatever he told her to, or else!
Her mouth still ached, but the pain gave way to a peculiar numb feeling as she sucked his cock. Even though she had it in her mouth and could feel the blood pumping through the veins that lined his massive shaft, Christine could hardly believe the size of his organ! It was at least twice the size of Larry's!
When she thought about having this thick pole rammed up her, Christine shuddered. How could any girl take something this big in her vagina? She doubled the intensity of her oral attack in the hope that she could make him come in her mouth. At his age, she doubted he could get a second hard-on very quickly!
Carter felt his balls contract when he looked down at the beautiful, sexy woman running his prick in and out of her warm mouth. Her lips were stretched tight and rubbed hard on the flesh of his rod as they worked their way up and down the length of his thick shaft.
"That's gooood! Ooohhh, yes, baby, that's good cocksucking!" he grunted, grabbing her hair in both hands and holding her head as he began jerking his hips to fuck her mouth.
Christine had never been so humiliated in her life! He was holding her head tight in his powerful hands and raping her mouth with his massive prick! He was using her like she was just a cheap slut.
What disturbed Christine the most was the fact that a stirring had begun between her legs. How can you react to a vile, crude man like this? she cried out to her body. Yet she could feel her juices begin to flow and her clitoris was rapidly coming to life as his shaft bruised her lips and crushed her tongue.
In an effort to make him climax and end this humiliating torture, Christine again reached between his legs with both hands and began fondling and pumping his large balls. She slid a finger up the crevice between the cheeks of his ass and located his anus and began massaging it.
"Holy shit!" he groaned as his knees trembled. "You really know how to turn a guy on!"
Without warning, he suddenly pushed her head free of his groin and shoved her back on the bed. His hands were rough as he dug his fingers into her thighs and forced them wide apart.
"Please!" the frightened woman said quickly. "Please let me blow you, Carter."
"I'm now in the mood to fuck, baby!" he groaned, stroking his massive penis in his hand as he knelt between her soft thighs.
"But I want your cream in my throat!" she pleaded desperately, hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't have to take him inside her.
"We'll save that for later, Christine baby," Carter said with a disgusting laugh. "How do you want it - in your cunt or up your ass?"
"In my cunt!" Christine replied in a panicked voice when she thought of what his huge prick would do to her rectum.
Christine closed her eyes when she saw him bring the swollen balloon at the end of his shaft to her slit. She wouldn't watch! She couldn't watch! She felt him run his cock up and down her crack, its weight and hardness crushing and bruising her tender flesh. His scrotum swayed back and forth, bouncing alternately against her soft thighs.
She cursed her body for responding! Even though he was hurting her and she was uncomfortable, her body was beginning to surge with desire! She could feel it sweeping across her skin with a prickly heat that made her breathing become deeper.
Then she felt him press the blood engorged head of his incredible penis against the opening to her vagina. Only the very tip slid inside her!
She blinked her eyes and saw that he was watching her with a beady, hungry, teasing, gaze. Spittle was oozing from the corners of his obscene mouth. Christine recognized that in his own childish way he was playing cat and mouse with her.
"What's the matter," she taunted, "aren't you man enough to fuck me?"
Christine experienced a brief, sweet moment of victory when she saw his eyes narrow and his mouth drop open in raw anger! She thought fearfully that he would strike out at her. She had, after all, momentarily taken his edge away from him.
The bitch! Carter said to himself. The smart-ass bitch! He'd show her! He braced his knees and drew the muscles in his hips taut. Then, when she once again closed her eyes, he jerked hard and lunged into her with his hard pole.
"AAuuuuurrrrnggggggghhhhhhhh!" Christine screamed when she felt his massive weapon rammed into her. The walls of her vagina felt like they were ripping apart! The most intense pain Christine could remember swept through her body! Every nerve ending in her system felt like it was being held against a hot flame!
"Are you woman enough to take it all?" he taunted, jerking his hips again and sending his rampaging prick another two inches inside her tight cunt.
"AAuurrgghh!" she screamed. "I -just - can't - take - it! You're killing meeee!" she cried, trying to heave his heavy body away. Tears formed in her eyes and began splashing down her cheeks. The pain was so intense she thought she was going to die!
"Here's another inch, you snotty bitch!" he roared, driving his hips like giant hammers to send his spike deeper and deeper into her quaking body.
"Oh, please! Pleeeaaassseee! I can't take it! Pleeaaaasssseee, CARTER! NO! NO MORE!"
"Oh yes, Christine baby, at least three inches more!" he grunted, thrusting and lunging with stroke after stroke to force his long, thick prick in her raw sex tunnel. The pain was like a hundred screaming sirens blasting in Christine's ears! She could feel the ropelike veins on his shaft gouging canals out of the sensitive inner flesh of her vagina. It felt like her body was being ripped into two parts!
Carter almost had an orgasm as he looked down at the gorgeous brunette impaled on his thick cock. Tears were running down her cheeks like small rivers. Her head was flailing back and forth on the bedspread. He reached down and grasped a firm tit in each hand, squeezing them none too gently as he remembered how she always bounced them in front of all the men on the block. She thought she was a really hot shit, but she'd be a lot more humble when good ol' Carter was through with her, thank you!
She was the only wife on the block who didn't wear a bra, and she could leave the men with aching nuts by just walking by and shaking her tits. The men talked about the way you could see her nipples pressed hard against the tight cotton blouses she wore. Carter had dreamed of laying Christine, and now he meant to make the utmost out of it!
Christine didn't know how or when it happened, but the pain suddenly seemed to give way to a completely new sensation in her tortured body! It still hurt, but now there was a mixture of excitement and joy combined with the pain sweeping through her! Her ravaged vagina was so stuffed with his thick, club-like cock - it seemed as if her entire body was wrapped around his prick! She even imagined she could feel the swollen head working its way through her stomach and up into her throat!
She tried to fight it, but her hips began grinding to skewer her body up the length of his impaling shaft. And she felt her sensitive nipples come alive and pop quiveringly erect! Christine cursed her body while she marveled at the new and strange sensations coursing through her veins.
She almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his steel wool-like pubic hair grind against her clitoris as he lunged the final inch of his foot long penis to the very depths of her womb!
"Most gals can't take the whole thing," he grunted, "but most gals aren't red hot bitches like you, baby!"
"You ... vile ... bastard!" she snapped.
"You'll sing a different tune in a minute!" he laughed. Holding her breasts like handles, he slowly began pumping his hips. His prick began sliding in and out of her hot cunt, and with each downstroke he mashed her clitoris beneath his pelvis.
Carter almost laughed out loud when he saw her gritting her teeth and holding her eyes shut tight. She wasn't going to let him know she liked it! Well, he'd make her beg for it! He massaged her pert nipples in his hands while he stroked his cock in her cunt with short, jerking stabs. He heard her breathing become heavier, rasping in her throat, and he could feel her skin getting hotter and wetter by the second. When the muscles in her thighs began to spasm, he rubbed her clitoris beneath his pubic mound as hard as he could.
Christine was on fire! Flames were licking at every sensitive spot on her body! Her heart was pounding in her ears and it was all she could do to keep the moans of pleasure from escaping between her clenched teeth! He had triggered the animal lust in her, but she would rather die than let him know it!
What was the matter with her? Why did her body betray her like this? How could she possibly become aroused with a crude beast like this? Was what he said true? Was she nothing but a red hot bitch? Look at the way she had reacted to Bobby yesterday! And now she had the sweet boy's father in her! First the son, then the father!
Even as she cursed herself, electric shocks of desire were rocketing through her body! The fire in her vagina was spreading out of control and she could only give in to it.
"OOOooooooooohhhhhh!" she moaned when he pulled his massive rod all the way back and then lunged hard to the very depths of her womb with one vicious, exciting, thrust!
"Don't stop!" she cried when he held his heavy meat perfectly still inside her cunt.
"You want to be fucked?" he asked teasingly.
"Yes," Christine replied in a small, thin voice, making what she thought was her final capitulation.
"Tell me," he taunted. "Beg me to lay it to you, Christine," he laughed, grinding his pubic hair against her quaking clitoris.
"You bastard! You filthy bastard!" she moaned. "Fuck me!"
"Beg!" he commanded, savoring his cruel victory.
"Fuck me, goddamn it! Please, FUCK ME!" she cried, skewering her body up his shaft. "OH! OOOoooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Carter pulled back and gave her a hard thrust, then stopped.
"Damn it, Carter!" she moaned. "Don't play games with me! Fuck me! Shove that cock up me. Make me feel every inch of it!"
Carter's rigidly imposed control began to melt away as she begged him and writhed her body beneath him. If she wanted to feel his prick, he'd make her feel it! He dug his toes into the mattress and began bucking against her body with everything he had in him. His hips flew like hammers to drive the nail into her willing, writhing, body! His balls slapped hard against the firm cheeks of her ass and he watched her tits shake like jelly under his assault.
The pain had all but vanished from Christine's ravaged vagina, to be replaced with the electric joy of being impaled on a hot, throbbing, hunk of steel-like cock. She dug her fingernails into the bedspread and tried to hold on as she rode his raging prick.
While Christine hated her body for betraying her like this, she gorged herself with the animal pleasures sweeping through her. She felt like a beautiful mare in heat with a proud stallion shoving his yard-long dong up her!
The bed springs began creaking, then screamed as their bouncing bodies rutted against the mattress. Christine threw her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind his back.
Her eyes flew open as she felt herself lifted free of the mattress and she found him standing on the floor with her body suspended on his iron pole! She put her arms around his neck and allowed him to carry her across the room, his cock thrusting into her womb all the way.
Then her back was against the wall and he was jabbing into her as he held her there! Christine had never had it like this! It seemed like he was trying to nail her body to the wall with the huge spike of his hard penis! She held on, riding his cock and grinding her hips against the smooth wall.
She moaned as wave after wave of pleasure crashed against the raw ends of her nervous system. She dug her heels into the hard cheeks of his ass and spurred him on.
For Carter Wilson the game was over! He'd never fucked a woman this hot before! His balls were aching and ready to explode. He drove her into the wall, lunging his quickly throbbing, pulsing, cock deeper and deeper into her hot cunt.
When she dug her heels into his ass, Carter released his control and fucked her with every ounce of his being! His prick flew in and out of her pussy, and he crushed her proud tits with his hairy chest.
His balls began to roar like an angry surf crashing against a rocky shore! He could feel the muscles of her tight cunt contracting to grip and milk his surging penis. He hadn't had a fuck like this in years! It was like being a young stud again!
She dug her nails into his shoulders until she could feel his blood oozing around the sharp points. When the head of his cock erupted and began spewing molten hot jets of his passion into her, Christine practically fainted! Her orgasm was so intense she felt her heart leap up to her throat! And he kept on fucking her, his hips driving her back fiat against the wall, as the never-ending steaming streams of semen flooded her vagina! It was all she could do to hang onto consciousness!
Suddenly Carter's knees gave way and they were falling. Christine held on to him, holding his massive joint inside her vagina by gripping his waist with her knees. When they hit the floor, she still held him inside her by squatting on top of him.
"Devil!" Carter gasped. "You are one hell-of-a piece of ass, Christine!"
"You're pretty good yourself, Carter," she sighed. "But your son is better!"
She pulled herself off of him and walked to the bathroom on wobbly legs, the sweet taste of victory filling her system like an intoxicating liquor!
Christine wouldn't admit to herself how much she had enjoyed the screwing he had just given her, and she would never admit it to him. Not after the way he had humiliated her!
"You're really a bitch!" he growled after her.
Christine stopped at the door to the bathroom and turned to face him.
"You'd better believe it, Carter!" she said in a nasty tone of voice. "And if you're not a man of your word, you'll find out how bitchy I can be! I wonder what your wife would say if I told her what you did to me this afternoon."
"All right!" he snapped, pulling himself to his feet like a wounded bear. "All right! We call it square."
"We'd better!" she shot back. "Now get your filthy ass to hell out of here!"
Chapter Five
Christine stood before the mirror the following morning studying herself. Have I really changed that much? she asked herself. Those last few moments with Carter Wilson were etched indelibly on her mind. She had never talked to anybody that way in her life! No one had ever accused her of being a bitch, but Carter was absolutely right. She had been a bitch with him, a real bitch! Was it something deep inside her emerging for the first time? Was she, in truth, a real bitch?
The lonely, confused woman stared blankly into the mirror, trying to understand her true nature. She had always been what people called "easy going." Seldom had she ever allowed anybody to see her anger in any situation. Had she let people use her all of these years? Had she let them push her around?
Christine had no doubts about being justified in what she had said and done to Carter Wilson. He was a pig, a red-necked pig who used anybody and everybody to his own ends. And the way he had tried to humiliate her! No, she had not been unfair with him. The arrogant, self-centered Carter Wilsons of this world deserved far worse than she had given him. And Christine was relatively sure he wouldn't bother her any more.
As she walked into the bedroom to get dressed, Christine had a painful reminder of her sexual encounter with Carter. Her vagina was so sore from being stretched and ravaged by his giant penis it hurt to walk. Christine could still not understand how she could despise the man so much, yet still react to his sheer physical use of her body.
It was after ten when she finished her third cup of coffee and started making up her shopping list. The front doorbell rang, and Christine wondered who in the world it could be! It was much too early for the first swimming class. She opened the door to find Jane Loud standing nervously on the doorstep.
"Christine," Mrs. Loud began with a note of anxiety, "I hate to bother you, but I wonder if I could talk to you for a moment."
"Sure, Jane," Christine returned with a smile. "Come on in and have a cup of hot coffee - I just made some."
"Well, if it's made," Jane Loud replied, following Christine into the den. "Please don't go to any trouble."
"No trouble," Christine assured her. "Sit down and I'll pour us both a cup."
Now what in the world does she want? Christine wondered as she walked into the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. Jane Loud and her husband lived on the corner, and although they enjoyed a friendly relationship with Christine and Larry, they weren't what Christine considered real close friends. For one thing, Jane was one of the local gossips and neighborhood busy bodies, the type of person Christine always tried to avoid becoming involved with. She's probably on some damned committee to raise money for something, Christine told herself as she carried the cups back to the den.
"Cream or sugar?" she asked as she handed the cup of steaming coffee to Jane.
"Black is just fine," Jane replied. "I'm on a diet again, and I'm trying to give up all sweets. I don't know how you keep that magnificent figure, Christine! It's sheer hell for me to lose weight!"
"I suppose I'm just one of the lucky ones who can eat or drink just about anything I want, without gaining a pound," Christine replied modestly.
"I know, and it seems so unfair!" Jane exclaimed with a pout. "You never have been a big eater."
"Oh, I like food, Jane," Christine said with a small laugh, wondering when the other woman would get to the point of her visit. "But I have never had a big appetite, if that's what you mean."
"Exactly! That's what makes it seem so unfair," Jane replied. "But I'd better tell you why I came. I'm afraid it's rather serious, and I hate to bother you."
"Serious?" Christine prompted.
"Yes. I've just come from police head-quarters."
"Police?" Christine queried, her interest now fully captured.
"I'd better begin at the beginning," Jane said, taking a sip of the hot coffee and then setting the cup on the end table. "Two of the neighborhood boys got into trouble this morning."
"Who?" she asked "Ronnie Anderson and the Wilson boy," Jane replied.
"Bobby Wilson?" Christine asked with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"Right. Nobody's quite sure who was responsible, but the boys went and "borrowed" Mr. Conright's car."
"Ronnie and Bobby?"
"Yes. The police caught them driving at seventy miles an hour on Harper's road. "Ronnie was driving, and Bobby claims it was all Ronnie's idea. Mr. Conright is in the habit of leaving his keys in the car when it's in the garage. It seems the boys opened his garage about seven-thirty this morning and took the car."
"Where were they going?" Christine asked, finding the whole situation too difficult to believe.
"For a joy ride, according to Bobby. They say they intended to return the car before Mr. Conright left for work at nine. The police picked them up at eight-forty-five, took them down to the police station, and then called their parents." "Oh, how awful!"
"It's been a very busy, emotional morning, believe me!" Jane sighed. "Carter Wilson left town at six this morning and won't be back for at least several weeks. I was having coffee with Diane when the police called. You can imagine how upset she was!"
"I can say so!" Christine said. "Are the boys in jail?"
"No, no," Jane said quickly. "Diane and I talked Mr. Conright out of pressing charges. He was very reasonable, considering. He had every right to sign a complaint of a stolen car and the two boys would have been held. But he agreed to drop everything. The boys have to pay him for the gas they used, and they have to help him on his farm outside of town on weekends."
"That was nice of him," Christine sighed. "I don't know the Conrights very well, but they've always seemed like decent people."
"Oh, they are!" Jane assured her. "A lot of the men on this block would have filed stolen car charges against the boys, believe me!"
"I suppose so," Christine lied, not really believing anybody she knew on the block would actually send two really nice kids to jail over what was hardly more than a boyish prank rather than a vicious criminal act. "Would you like more coffee?"
"Oh, dear me, no!" Jane said. "I'll really have to run. The house is a mess and I'd planned to do some mending today. You see, Diane asked me to drop by to ask you for a favor."
"I'll be glad to do anything I can," Christine said sincerely.
"Well, what with Carter gone, Mrs. Wilson wants to be sure Bobby really gets impressed with just how serious this affair was, and that he's never to do anything so terrible again. " "I can understand that," Christine said.
"And Diane says she has had a problem communicating with Bobby lately," Jane continued. "She feels he doesn't pay very much attention to what she says. She could call Carter and ask him to come home to handle the boy, but she hates to do that when this contract he's on is so important to them, and he'd be furious and maybe do something terrible to Bobby. " "I don't see. " Christine prompted, impatiently, wondering if talky Jane Loud was capable of ever coming to the point!
"Well, Diane feels that you have a good influence over Bobby. Bobby talks about you a lot at home and he certainly seems to respect you. Diane thinks that if you sat him down and had a long, serious talk with the boy, he'd listen to you."
"Well ... Jane, I really don't know that he'd pay more attention to me than he would to his own mother," Christine replied hesitantly.
"Diane is sure he will!" Jane insisted. "And it is true that outsiders often carry more weight with youngsters than the family does, Christine. I know, it's a terrible burden to place on you. Diane would have come herself to ask you, but she thought it would be better if Bobby didn't know she had asked you to do this. You know - he will think you're talking to him as a friend, and not just because his parents put you up to it... " "I can see that," Christine remarked. "But do you think he'd really listen to me?" "Diane thinks so, and she knows her own boy better than either of us do. You've become a neighborhood hero with the younger generation because of this swimming thing, Christine. I honestly believe the young people will listen to you."
"Well ... " Christine remarked, stalling. "I've also talked to Lorena Anderson," Jane continued. "Ronnie is in one of your classes, too, isn't he?"
"Yes, he and Bobby are in the advanced group."
"Lorena says Ronnie really likes you. She called her husband at the bakery and he said he was too busy to come this morning. Can you imagine that? His son is arrested for stealing a car - and he's too damn busy to come home! The Andersons are on the verge of a divorce, you know. And from the way Lorena talked this morning, this may be the last straw as far as she's concerned! When I told her Diane and I were going to ask you to talk to Bobby, she said she'd really appreciate it if you'd include Ronnie and talk to both of them at the same time."
"Good heavens, Jane, do you want me to get involved in a divorce situation?"
"Of course not, Christine!" Jane replied quickly. "All we'd like you to do is talk to the two boys together - try to make them understand how serious this incident was. They're both basically good boys, Christine. If they understand how serious something like this is, they won't be likely to do it again."
"I suppose I could have a talk with them after swimming class," Christine said slowly. "But, goodness Jane, I can't promise very much!"
"We know that, Christine," Jane said warmly. "But we all think you can help."
"I'll try," Christine replied. "That's all I can do. Look, swimming classes end at five-thirty and the two boys are in the last class. Why don't I fix some hamburgers or something and talk to them then? You can tell Diane and Lorena to skip dinner for the boys. That way, we won't be rushed. I haven't the slightest idea how I'm going to tackle this!"
"You'll come up with an idea, don't worry," Jane said, rising and picking up her purse. "I think the hamburgers are a good idea. The boys will be more relaxed and more receptive. I'll call Diane and Lorena as soon as I get home. I know they'll appreciate what you're doing, Christine!"
Christine had no sooner closed the door behind Jane Loud than the phone rang. It was a long distance call from her sister, Carol. In a near hysterical voice, Carol announced that her eight-year marriage was at an end and that she was filing for divorce! In a long and difficult conversation, Christine learned that Carol's husband had come "out of the closet" - revealing himself as a homosexual - after Carol caught him with a man in a motel the night before. He had begged Carol to stay married to him because she was the perfect front for his abnormal behavior, but Carol had been unhappy for years and refused to stay even another day in the same house with him.
"Sure, Carol," Christine said into the phone, "you can stay with me. You know I'd love to have you. Larry won't be home for at least a month, so it won't be a bother at all. Okay, sweetheart, I'll expect you tomorrow afternoon. Bye, bye."
Is the whole damned world falling apart today? Christine asked herself as she hung up. What next, for heaven's sake?
Glancing at the clock, she jumped up and made a hurried shopping list. With Carol coming to stay with her, she'd need to get more food in the house. And she had to buy hamburger and buns for the boys this afternoon: What in the world was she going to say to those two boys? How was she going to handle it?
The lines at the supermarket were long, and by the time Christine got home she found the four girls in her first swimming class waiting at the front door.
"Go on out by the pool, but don't get in the water yet!" she said as the girls helped her carry the groceries inside. "I'll change into a swimming suit and be with you in a minute."
"Mrs. Gorman," Linda, the cute young blonde who lived down the street, said, "would it be all right if I changed to your last class today?"
"That's a boy's class, Linda," Christine replied, wondering why Linda would make such a request.
"I know," the girl replied coolly.
"Well, go on out by the pool and we'll talk about it later, Linda. I can't keep the others waiting, and there will be another class arriving pretty soon."
Christine wondered why in the world Linda wanted to change to a boy's class? She rushed back to the bedroom and changed quickly, then began her first of four classes for the afternoon.
Chapter Six
"Bobby, please put some charcoal in the grill, and light it," Christine asked as she headed for the shower. "We'll barbecue our hamburgers outside - it's so nice out."
"Okay," Bobby said, his usual enthusiasm definitely lacking in his voice.
Christine slipped out of her bathing suit and stood under the hot spray in the shower. She turned the water full up, hoping the heat and water pressure would help relax her tired muscles. This had been one of the longest days in her life! She felt fatigued from the hours in the pool with the raucous youngsters. Finally her tense muscles began to loosen, and she sighed as she climbed out of the shower and dried her body briskly with a large towel.
She had given up trying to plan how she would handle the talk with the two guys. She decided she'd just play it as it came. Both Bobby and Ronnie Anderson had been very subdued in the swimming class, and she imagined they were suffering their own private hells as a result of their "prank" this morning.
Christine slipped into a pair of shorts and a tight cotton pullover. It was too warm outside to wear a dress or slacks. She brushed her hair and headed for the kitchen.
"You guys each want a cola?" she called out the den door on her way to the kitchen.
Both boys followed her into the kitchen.
"I ... guess ... so," Bobby said slowly.
"Would you rather have something else?" Christine asked.
"Well," Bobby said softly, "what I'd really like right now is a beer ..." "Do your parents let you drink beer?" Christine asked. "You know the legal age for beer in this state is twenty-one."
"Aw, they don't!" he said in a disgusted tone. "I guess all adults are alike. But all the guys our age get some, one way or another." "Look, Bobby," Christine said in a calm, matter-of-fact voice, "I don't give a damn if you have a beer. There's plenty in the ice box. But I won't be responsible for what your parents say and feel about it."
"Gee, they wouldn't know!" Bobby said with his first enthusiasm of the afternoon.
"Then help yourself," Christine commented. "You too, Ronnie. But just remember, you didn't get it here."
"You bet!" Ronnie said as Bobby handed him a frosted can of beer.
"Is the fire going?" she asked.
"Sure is," Bobby replied.
"Okay, I'll get things ready. You two stay in the house with those beers," Christine warned. "I don't want anybody to see you drinking in my back yard."
She began preparing the hamburger patties and the boys walked into the den. Christine knew that if her talk with the two boys was going to be effective, they had to feel she was on their side and understood them. If she was "just another adult", she would be wasting her time. The beer wouldn't hurt them, and hell, they were practically grown men! She'd be sure they chewed some mints before she let them go home.
Christine finished her fourth rum and coke as she grilled the hamburgers. She was relaxed now, maybe even a little too relaxed, but she felt better able to cope with the situation.
The boys ate two hamburgers apiece and somehow managed to polish off a giant twin-pack of potato chips. For dessert, she gave them hot fudge sundaes. And while they were finishing the sundaes, Christine had another stiff drink to steel herself for the talk. She joined them in the den and sat on the couch.
"By the way, I heard about your little adventure this morning," she commented to open the talk.
"Damn!" Ronnie Anderson exclaimed. "Has everybody in town heard about it?"
"I wouldn't be surprised," Christine responded with a laugh. "Stealing a car is pretty serious."
"Aw, we didn't steal it, Christine," Bobby said.
"That's right," Ronnie added. "We just sort of borrowed it."
"Oh, I know you didn't really steal the car," Christine said. "You just wanted to take it for a drive, right?"
"That's right," Ronnie said. "Man, you're alright!" he said, turning to Bobby. "She's not like the rest of them!"
"I told you!" Bobby said triumphantly.
"I guess Bobby told you that I understand young men like you," Christine remarked.
"Yeah."
"Well, I do, Ronnie. I think I know exactly what you two thought this morning when you took Mr. Conright's car. It was a fun idea and nobody would be hurt, right?"
"Yeah," Ronnie replied. "And then everybody got their balls in an uproar and made a big thing out of it!"
"Well, have you considered their point of view?" Christine asked.
"What do you mean?"
Christine quietly began explaining why the police and their parents were justifiably upset about the incident. She told them about gangs that specialized in stealing cars, and how a number of local area men were in prison right this minute for a rash of car thefts lately.
"Let's say it was your car, Ronnie," she continued. "And let's say a man came and took it from your driveway. Then, when the police caught him an hour or so later, he told them that he took your car just to have some fun. Honestly, how would you feel?"
"Mad!" Ronnie responded quickly. "Why?"
"Well, he had no right to take my car!" Ronnie replied.
"Would you want the police to put him in jail?" Christine asked.
"Damn right!" the boy replied. "Why?"
"Because he ripped off my ... Oh!"
"That's right, Ronnie," Christine said with a warm laugh. "It's the same thing you did this morning. To use your own words, you ripped off a car you had no right to take."
"Aw, it wasn't going to hurt old man Conright any," the boy protested weakly.
"What if the guy who ripped off your car said the same thing - that it wasn't going to hurt Ronnie Anderson any?"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," the boy said meekly.
Although she was enveloped in a warm haze as a result of the alcohol in her system, Christine watched the two boys carefully while she talked to them. She felt she had made excellent progress, yet at the same time it was almost too easy! There was something they weren't telling her - something they were holding back. She decided to try a frontal attack.
"Okay, boys," she said sternly, "that's enough of that bullshit! Now tell me where you were really going with that car!" ' She knew she had struck a bell when both boys blushed. She trained her eyes on Ronnie first. He was taller than Bobby, and quite a bit heavier, husky. He was also a good looking boy. His wavy black hair framed an angular face and his eyes were almost dark blue. Christine knew he played football in school and was considered, in local circles at least, to be a promising prospect for the pros.
Ronnie stared back into her inquiring eyes, then dropped his gaze to his hands in his lap. Christine turned her attention to Bobby and immediately saw that he would break and tell all.
"All right, Bobby!" she said firmly. "You and I are good friends - at least, I think we are. So tell me where you were going with that car. And don't try to lie to me. I'm not going to say a word to anybody. This is just between the three of us."
"Hey ..." Ronnie shot a warning look at Bobby.
"It's all right, I tell ya!" Bobby countered. "She's cool, man."
"Bobby's right, Ronnie," Christine said. "I'm not going to tell anybody."
"We - well - we were on our way to see a girl Ronnie knows," Bobby admitted.
"A girl?"
"She lives on a farm outside of town and she puts out," Bobby said rapidly.
"For shit's sake!" Ronnie groaned.
"Knock it off, Ronnie," Christine said. "What do I care if you know a girl who'll put out? That's your business, and nobody else's. But why the car?"
"It takes over an hour by bus to get out there," Ronnie said quietly. "You have to transfer twice." So we thought we'd borrow old man Conright's car to "Get laid?" Christine asked, laughing in spite of herself.
"Something like that," Ronnie replied uncomfortably.
"Have you ever laid the girl" Christine asked, turning to Ronnie.
"Well ..." the boy blustered weekly.
"He hasn't laid her," Bobby said quietly. "Paul at school told him about her."
"Crap, Bobby!" Ronnie groaned. "How much are you going to tell her, for shit's sake!" "Don't be ashamed that you haven't laid the girl," Christine said in a soft voice.
The entire situation was so hilariously ridiculous to her she could hardly keep a straight face.
Imagine these two young guys driving out to a farm in the hopes of getting laid by a girl they didn't even know - and so early in the morning! But she knew how serious this was for the boys, and she didn't want to shame Ronnie or she would defeat the purpose of her talk with them.
"Bobby, why don't you mix me a rum and coke?"
"Sure," Bobby replied. "How much rum do I put in it?"
"This much," she said, handing him her glass and measuring off the portion of rum with her finger.
"Could ... could I have one?" Bobby asked hesitantly.
"All right," Christine said with a smile. "Make one for each of you, but only half as much rum ~ hear me?"
"Sure!"
Bobby almost ran toward the kitchen and Christine saw Ronnie begin squirming in his seat.
"Look, Ronnie, it doesn't embarrass me to talk about sex," she said softly. "I can understand you driving out there to try to lay the girl ..."
"We weren't going to lay her," Ronnie replied defensively.
"Well, what were you going to do?"
"Her family is pretty hard up, and the girl doesn't get hardly any spending money for herself Ronnie said slowly. "She gives some guys - can I say it - blow jobs for five bucks a pop. Bobby and me were just going to get a blow job, that's all."
"She must do a big business!" Christine said with a smile. "At only five bucks a trick, she should be busy all the time."
"She can't leave the farm, and it's a long way out there," Ronnie remarked.
"Ronnie, have you ever had a blow job?" Christine asked.
"Yeah."
"Where?"
"Here ... I mean ... well, Linda blew me twice," he said, his young cheeks turning beet red.
"So what's wrong with Linda?" Christine asked. "I mean, why take somebody's car and drive all the way out of town if you can get the same thing here?"
"Aw, Linda's no good. She acts like a kid. Besides, she's now got a big crush on Bobby, and she won't touch anybody else. All the guys say she's lousy, anyway."
The pieces of the jigsaw puzzle began to fall into place in Christine's mind. Now she understood why Linda had been acting so very strangely lately. She has a crush on Bobby Wilson and she must suspect something is going on between Bobby and me, Christine told herself. And that's why she wanted to change into the boys' class in swimming, to keep an eye on Bobby and me!
"Here's your rum and coke," Bobby announced, handing Christine her glass. "Yours is in the kitchen, Ronnie. I couldn't carry three glasses."
"Okay," Ronnie said, glad for the opportunity to get out of this uncomfortable situation.
"So Linda has a crush on you," Christine remarked to Bobby as she took a long sip of her drink.
"Yeah," the boy said with a small blush. "That's what Ronnie and Paul say."
"Don't you like her?" Christine asked, her head now drifting on the light, swirling, clouds of rum in her veins.
"Not much."
"Why not? She's a pretty girl. And she certainly has a good figure. She's got the biggest tits of any girl on this block!" Christine added with a laugh.
"Yeah," Bobby replied, "but she's too possessive. You know what I mean? And she is real ... well, clumsy."
"Ronnie says Linda doesn't mind blowing boys," Christine said, feeling more and more wicked by the moment. "You don't want her to suck your cock?"
"The guys say she's a lousy performer," Bobby explained. "And she wants to make a big deal of it. Wow, just talking like this turns me on!"
"Me, too," Christine replied under her breath as Ronnie walked in and rejoined them. "Maybe Ronnie can tell us why Linda isn't good at giving blow jobs?" she said with a challenging smile, eyebrow arched.
The boy blushed and swallowed almost half his drink in one gulp.
"Or maybe it embarrasses him too much to talk about sex," Christine teased.
"Linda gets you all hot and then stops," he blurted out. "She won't let you pop off in her mouth!"
"Silly girl," Christine giggled, "that's the best part!"
"You should teach Linda that instead of swimming!" Bobby said and they all laughed heartily.
Christine knew she was getting high and she could hardly believe it was only seven o'clock when she looked at her watch. Sitting up straight and taking a deep breath to clear her mind, she talked seriously with the two boys once again about the incident involving the car. She reasoned with them and made them promise her that they would never do anything like that again.
"I'm serious now!" she added.
"Me, too," Ronnie responded. "It was a crazy idea anyway."
"Yeah, and I'm sure not going to get a police record like you said, Christine," Bobby added. "Something like that screwing up a guy's future is really stupid."
"I never thought about it that way until you explained it," Ronnie agreed. "That would be a bad trip!"
"I'm glad you both understand," Christine commented, relaxing once again. "What would you like to do now? Watch TV, play a video game or something?"
"Hey!" Bobby exclaimed. "How about strip poker?"
Chapter Seven
"I win!" Bobby shrieked. Christine giggled like a young girl. She lost the first two hands, taking off a sandal each time. Now she had only two items of clothing, left, her shorts and her cotton pullover. She knew how the boys loved her breasts, and for a moment she considered teasing them by taking off her shorts first. But that meant she would have to stand up, and as high as she was, Christine didn't feel she was quite up to that!
The ripe and mature woman reached down to her waist and pulled her cotton top up over her head. She couldn't see, but she heard the sharp intake of breath when her breasts bobbled free. It was Ronnie, Christine was sure of that!
In their swim suits, the boys were at a distinct disadvantage. Bobby lost his trunks on the first hand. During the next two hands, Christine could hardly keep her eyes off his instant hard-on.
Now Ronnie, who had won the first hand and dropped out of the second, had lost his trunks. Christine tossed her pullover in the corner and stared brazenly at Ronnie's crotch. His prick was thick, like the rest of his body, but not as long as Bobby's. And it was perfectly erect, sticking straight up in his lap as they all sat in a circle on the den floor.
"What do we do if we lose and don't have any more clothes?" Bobby demanded.
"Maybe we should quit," Christine wisely suggested, thinking the game had been fun but had probably gone far enough. Then she saw the disappointment on the faces of the two virile young guys.
"Aw!" Bobby cried. "That isn't fair! All we had on was our trunks!"
"Hey!" Ronnie said. "Why not have the loser do whatever the winner tells him?"
"Yeah!" Bobby agreed enthusiastically.
"Well ... okay," Christine agreed. She was so pleasantly high, and the guys were having such a good time, why not go along with them for a while?
Bobby dealt and Christine had four clubs and one diamond. She discarded the diamond and drew one card, the eight of hearts. Ronnie had a pair of nines. Bobby triumphantly laid down a pair of jacks.
"You both lose!" the boy cried excitedly. "Well, I guess I lose my pants!" Christine laughed. She reached down and opened the snap of the waistband and then unzipped her shorts. Instead of standing up, she lifted her tail off the carpet and pulled her shorts down. She sat down and wriggled them down her thighs and over her knees. She saw both boys staring intently at her crotch, and she spread her legs wide apart as she pulled her shorts free of her feet.
"You lost, too, Ronnie," Bobby laughed.
"So what do I have to do?"
"Pet Christine's pussy," Bobby giggled.
"Is it... I mean, is it okay?" he asked Christine.
"He won, didn't he?" Christine laughed. "You have to do what he tells you to. Those are the rules you made up."
Ronnie crawled forward on his knees and hesitantly reached out to touch Christine's pubic mound. He was shy and unsure of himself, and Christine smiled at him warmly.
"Don't you like to pet pussies?" she teased.
"Yeah, if it's really all right," the boy said in a low, faltering voice."
"Well, go ahead," she urged him.
Ronnie placed his hand on her pubic mound and let his young, inexperienced, fingers slide down into her slit. He stroked his hand up and down her heavy matted vulva.
"UUuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!" Christine sighed. Even through the alcoholic haze that engulf- ed her body she could feel the exciting sparks begin to course through her system. The boy's hand was gentle, almost as if he was afraid he was going to hurt her. Yet his fingers grazed her dormant clitoris and made it spring to life. She saw his erect penis quiver as it stuck straight out from his plump groin, and she had to fight back the impulse to take it in her hand!
Christine closed her eyes and allowed her body to flow on the ripples of passion the young boy was sending through her.
"Okay, that's enough!" Bobby announced. "It's your deal, Christine."
Christine sighed when she felt Ronnie's hand leave her pussy. She accepted the deck Bobby handed her and mechanically dealt each of them five cards. When she looked at her hand, Christine's heart skipped a beat! She had dealt herself three kings, a queen, and a two. Bobby called for three cards and Ronnie took one. On a hunch, Christine discarded the two and drew one card. She glanced at it and squealed with delight. She had drawn another queen to give her a full house!
"Let's see you beat this," she said with certainty as she laid her cards out on the floor.
"Damn!" Ronnie said. "I had two pair!"
"And I had three fours," Bobby exclaimed.
"Well, you both lose!" Christine laughed. "And it's my turn to tell you what to do!"
"Well?" Bobby asked.
"Well," Christine said slowly, "I think Ronnie should kiss my breast. Is that all right, Ronnie?"
"Sure!" he responded eagerly.
"How about me?" Bobby demanded.
"Bobby, it's your turn to pet the pussy!" Christine giggled.
"Just pet it?" Bobby asked with a wink and a smirk.
"Of course, if you're hungry ... " Christine giggled, leaning back to lie on the floor.
As she spread her thighs wide apart, Christine watched Ronnie slowly lower his face to her chest. He took her breast in his hand and held it while he brought his lips to her nipple. He had such a handsome, youthful face! His cheeks were full and flushed. His eyebrows were thick and jet black, matching the wavy hair on his head.
"That's it, Ronnie!" Christine gasped when he captured her budding nipple between his young lips and slowly pulled it into his eager mouth.
Bobby crawled between the besotted woman's full thighs and reached out to place his hands on her thickly matted pubic mound. The rum in his veins made him bold, and he spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers and stared into the glistening pink of her vulva with hungry eyes.
Dipping his head like a bird drinking water, he darted his tongue into her moist slit. The taste of her sex was much more exciting than the rum he had tasted for the first time in his life this very evening.
"OOOOOooooohhhhhhh!" Christine moaned when she felt the full effect of the two young mouths on her sensitive body. With the directness which is the mark of the inexperienced lover, Bobby aimed first at her quivering clitoris and immediately ignited a fire in her loins. And Ronnie's inexpert mouth was beginning to drive her crazy! He was nibbling on her sensitive nipple with his teeth and it hurt! She was about to tell him when she felt her nipple pop erect in his young mouth. The pain suddenly became a burning flame that swept from her chest to her groin, then back again like a ball bouncing between walls! Christine had not realized how aroused she was!
These two eager young studs caressing her body with their wanton mouths were sending her racing willy-nilly up the ladder of wild passion!
"Play with my other tit, Ronnie darling, while you kiss that one!" she mewed. "Like that - yes, like that!"
When he felt the muscles in her thighs begin to expand and contract in tiny spasms of joy, Bobby started licking the length of her slit with the width of his young tongue like a cow licking a bar of salt. He covered her entire slit from her puckered anus to her quivering, budding clitoris.
"Oh, wow!" Christine cried out loud. She couldn't believed it had happened so quickly, but she was completely consumed with a raging fire sweeping through her entire body - starting in her scalp and tingling it way right down to the tips of her toes!
Through the dulling haze surrounding her mind, Christine couldn't help comparing what was happening to her now with what she had experienced with Carter the night before. There was no humiliation now, no need to dominate, no physical and emotional combat. Those elements were missing, and she was experiencing only the pure, simple, exciting joys of innocent love of her body!
The boys' tongues exploring and stimulating her senses were eager, gentle, and loving! Their needs, and hers, were physical - honest, and natural, and not mixed up with life patterns, frustrations, sick needs originating from hang ups and emotional bruises suffered in the daily battle of life.
"AAAAaaaahhhhh!" she moaned when she felt Bobby's finger begin massaging her anus as he sucked and nibbled on her sensitive clitoris.
The hot woman's body began to writhe on the carpet as her breathing became heavier and heavier. The two young novices pursued their tasks with the energy and vigor of youth, licking and sucking the sexy woman's sensitive sex flesh with gusto. Christine's head began flailing back and forth on the rug and her clenched fists beat a sensuous rhythm on the floor. The hotter she became, the faster they were motivated to attack her throbbing organs.
"EEEEEeeeeeiiiiiioooooowwwwww!" Christine shouted at the top of her lungs when a mind-bending explosion ripped through her entire body. Her hips arched off the floor and ground her steaming pussy hard against Bobby's thirsting mouth and she held her hand behind Ronnie's head and pressed his handsome face firmly against her heaving chest. Her orgasm was a long, all-consuming explosion that left her muscles spasming in small jerks as she collapsed on the carpet with a low animal-like cry.
"Wow!" Ronnie exclaimed when he finally managed to free his face from her exciting tit. "Did you c - come?"
"Oh, yes" Christine sighed contentedly.
"Was it good?" Bobby asked, licking her juices from his lips.
"Good? It was fantastic, Bobby darling!" she mewed.
"Come on," Ronnie said quickly, "it's my deal!" "You want to play more?" Christine sighed. "Hell yes!" Ronnie groaned, dealing the cards rapidly.
Christine had to pull her body into a sitting position and her head was swimming when she reached for the cards. The spots seemed to blur before her eyes as she studied her hand. Christine laughed to herself when she realized she was roaringly and uninhibitedly drunk!
All three drew four cards, and Ronnie won with ace, king high.
"Okay," Bobby said, "you win, Ronnie."
"What are your orders, master?" Christine asked, glad that her words weren't blurring. "I ... I want you to give me ..." the boy faltered.
"I know!" Christine exclaimed with a hearty laugh. "You want me to give you a real, good, genuine full-blown blow job!"
"Yes," Ronnie said softly, his cheeks coloring.
"So you can compare it with what Linda has done to you," Christine laughed. The challenge gave the kindly, love-starved woman a new surge of energy. She rose to a kneeling position and crawled over between the eager boy's legs.
"How about me?" Bobby demanded. "I lost, too!"
"Do whatever you want."
Ronnie sighed, allowing the older woman to spread his thighs with her warm hands. His testicles ached and burned as he watched her lower her pretty face to his groin! Man, she's pretty and sexy, he sighed to himself! He saw her heavy, firm, tits hanging down from her chest, the hard nipples pointing directly at the floor. And he felt her soft, silky hair brush against his thighs as her mouth moved slowly closer to his straining prick!
This was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him! It was like having one of his almost nightly sexual fantasies coming to life!
Christine felt the alcohol swirling in her head as she bent down in her kneeling position and brought her lips to the young boy's chunky, trembling penis. She grasped the thick member in her hand. The head and shaft were already moist with his excitement.
She inhaled slowly and deeply, savoring the stimulating aroma of his young sex like a man sniffs a fine brandy! Christine wondered if she could get drunk on the odor of a young man's cock? It was so exciting, so intoxicating!
The lusting older woman's experienced fingers wrapped around his surging prick and pulled the foreskin down so that the swollen head of his penis seemed to pop out. She loved the delicate pink color and the fleshy texture of his sex organ! The skin on the blood-engorged tip was like a rough velvet! She slid her tongue out of her mouth and brought it to the soft curls of his pubic hair at the base of his shaft. Then she ran it along the entire length of his penis, up one side and down the other.
Christine thought the taste of a young dip-stick was even more exciting than the aroma! It was like eating fresh popcorn or salted pretzels - she couldn't get enough!
When the youth began to moan, Christine pursed her lips and brought them to the very tip of his jerking cock. She held them there for a long moment, then brought her mouth quickly down to capture his entire organ. She delighted in the way she could feel his heart beating rampantly in the veins that ran along his prick!
Bobby sat watching Christine go down on his friend and his hand unconsciously went to his trembling penis. He began stroking himself when he saw Ronnie's cock glide between Christine's lips and disappear into her mouth!
Shifting positions to ease the growing tension in his loins, Bobby suddenly found himself staring directly at Christine's upraised ass. He could see her asshole, and below it her snatch. Her dark, hairy, crotch seemed to hang suspended between her suntanned legs and he could even see the pink flesh of her vulva through the thick mat of her pubic hair ! His balls were aching with desire. The fire in his loins was so in- tense his hand could not calm him! He wanted to fuck her, to sink his cock up her cunt and bang the hell out of her! Why not?
Holding Ronnie's tight scrotum in her hand and fondling his hot balls, Christine bobbed her head up and down on his rod. She was surprised to find that sucking his cock aroused her anew. Tiny electric shock waves ripped through her body each time her bobbing breasts brushed against those muscular thighs!
And she loved the way his penis throbbed and quivered in her sucking mouth! She heard his heavy breathing, and felt his strong muscles spasm, and her mouth and tongue increased their feverish demands on his hot genitals.
Christine was caught off guard when she suddenly felt Bobby's hands on her waist. She wondered what the boy was doing when she felt his hard prick pressing into her slit. Every atom in her body came alive when he began rubbing the swollen head of his long pole against her clitoris.
Then he was in her! In one swift thrust, he shoved his hard penis all the way up her vagina! Christine thought she was going to faint with joy! Having a young cock in her mouth while another young prick fucked her from behind made her body react with an intensity she had never imagined possible! The blood in her veins seemed to turn to molten lava!
Christine held onto Ronnie's trembling, quaking, young rod for all she was worth and sucked the sweetness of his sex frantically! She ground her hips against Bobby's bucking pelvis and gave herself over to the incredible pleasures of having two cocks in her at the same time!
"YYYiiieeee!" Ronnie groaned, arching his hips off the floor to sink his prick deep in the sexy woman's throat as his balls suddenly exploded.
It all seemed to happen at once! Christine felt Ronnie's juices begin to splash against the back of her throat. And at what seemed like the exact same moment to the excited woman, Bobby's penis expanded and began spurting thick, white, steaming hot semen into her vagina. Her body shuddered, then was ripped with the violence of a tornado as she found herself gripped in her own intense orgasm!
To Christine, it felt like she was being flooded by two incredibly exciting fire hoses! She could feel their lovely pricks contracting in her mouth and cunt as she drained the hot juices from their erupting organs!
Their three naked bodies seemed to hang suspended in time and motion, then collapsed in a heap of arms and legs.
"Gee, that was something else!" Bobby exclaimed, panting for breath.
"Out of sight!" Ronnie sighed.
"How do I compare with Linda?" Christine asked with a warm, contented smile on her face.
"Linda's a pig!" Ronnie sighed.
"Never say that about a girl!" Christine scolded, pulling her spent body to a sitting position. "She'll learn. All she needs is someone who loves and cares for her to teach her."
"She'll never be able to suck a cock like that!" Ronnie said.
"Of course she will!" Christine replied. "You could teach her, Ronnie. That's all she needs. If she's willing to do it, she wants to learn."
"Not me!" Ronnie said quickly.
"Me neither!" Bobby added. "She makes too much of a big deal out of everything!"
"Oh, you two are impossible!" Christine scolded. "Poor Linda."
"Yeah, poor Linda!" they both said at once.
"Bobby, can you see the clock on the corner table?" Christine asked. "What time is it?"
"Let's see ... " Bobby said, rising.
"Tell us where the big hand and little hand is," Ronnie teased.
"Fuck you, Ronnie," Bobby replied. "It's eight-thirty."
"Oh!" Christine said, quickly pulling herself up on her wobbly legs. "It's time for you two to get home! Your mothers will be wondering if something happened to you on the way home. Get into your trunks right away."
While the boys slipped into their swim suits, Christine opened a drawer in the end table and gave them each two odor killing breath-mints to chew.
"We don't want your parents to even suspect you had a drink here," she said.
"I'm not drunk," Bobby protested.
"Me neither!" Ronnie said.
"I don't want them to even smell it on your breath, and you mustn't let them know what we did here, either."
"Don't worry," Ronnie said. "My folks think I'm still a little kid!"
"Sit down for a moment," Christine said, shaking her head to clear the cobwebs from her mind. "I want you to understand something clearly. I don't approve of what you two did this morning, and what we did here tonight was no reward."
"What do you mean?" Bobby asked.
"Just this," Christine said in a strict, no-nonsense tone of voice, "if I hear of either one of you getting in trouble again, I'll throw you out of the swimming class and we won't ever do any of the things we did tonight again! Is that perfectly clear?"
The boys agreed, and Christine sent them home.
Then she began the weary task of turning out the lights and locking the doors. The over tired and debauched woman didn't notice pale, full bodied young Linda standing in the shadows on the patio ...
Chapter Eight
Christine's sister, Carol, arrived in the late afternoon. The sisters hadn't seen each other in over three years, and they enjoyed a warm reunion.
"You've lost weight, Carol," Christine remarked as she put two thick steaks on the charcoal grill that evening.
"After what I've been through," Carol sighed, "I'm surprised there's anything left of me!"
"You look better," Christine remarked, taking a long swallow of her ice cold beer. It was true. Carol had always been a little pudgy, and the last time Christine saw her she was downright plump. But now she was slender, and the curves of her figure were in all the right places. "How much did you LOSE?"
"Almost twenty-five pounds," Carol laughed. "You don't look like you've gained an ounce, Christy!"
"You know me," Christine replied.
"Yeah, my two-year-older sister who has always looked five years younger than me!"
"Not now," Christine said. "You look in your twenties!"
The two women relived old memories and immersed themselves in nostalgia as they sipped coffee after dinner. Then, pouring herself another beer, Carol began to tell her older sister her current problems. She recounted her marriage in its entirety.
"You mean you haven't had sex with Chuck in three years?" Christine exclaimed.
"He hasn't touched me in three years, Christy! It drove me out of my mind. Now, of course, I know why. He turned queer back then, I suppose. I didn't know what it was, and it tore me apart!"
"I can imagine!" Christine said.
"I felt rejected, through as a woman. Oh Christine, it was horrible! It was like I was living in a nightmare! I even bought myself a vibrator and used it to ease the tension and frustration. Can you imagine a thirty-four-year-old woman masturbating?"
That's not as abnormal as you think," Christine laughed. "I've done it myself, and I read where many women masturbate frequently - by hand or by mechanical means."
"Well, it's a sad world when a girl has to play with herself like that!" Carol said. As the evening progressed, the two sisters had to drive to the liquor store for a case of beer. Carol was drinking heavily, and Christine kept her company. Christine worried about her sister. She could imagine what Carol was going through!
"Will he contest the divorce?" Christine asked as they finished one beer and opened another.
"No!" Carol laughed. "He knows that if he does I'll drag him and his faggy "boy" or "girl" friend (I'm not sure who is who is who)
through the courts with no holds barred! If it gets out that Chuck's a queer, it'll ruin him in business. I told him I was going to take him to the cleaners, and he knows I mean it!"
"So what do you plan to do now?" Christine asked.
"I don't know," Carol shrugged. "That's why I wanted to come and stay with you for a while - to get my head together. I just want to relax and let my hair down, Christy. You and Larry have had a happy marriage, so maybe some of it will rub off on me."
"Don't count on that!" Christine snapped sardonically.
"What do you mean?"
"Let's say I learned to cope with my marriage. That doesn't necessarily mean I've been happy."
"At least you've been getting laid regularly!" Carol commented with an obscene laugh. "You haven't had to get your jollies with a damned machine!"
"Not recently," Christine remarked, deciding the one person in this world she could talk to honestly was her sister. "But that was none of Larry's doing!"
"You mean ... ?"
"I mean that sex with Larry has been both dull and infrequent," Christine laughed. "And I did the same thing you did. I bought a vibrator and every once in a while I would lock myself in the bathroom and masturbate!" "I had no idea!"
"There's more, Carol darling," Christine said. "As long as this is true confession night, you might as well hear the whole story!"
Christine slowly told Carol the story of her adventures with the young boys, relating in graphic detail exactly what her loneliness and frustration had brought her to do.
"Two handsome eighteen-year-olds!" Carol exclaimed. "My heavens - what a blast!"
"And best of all, they can stay hard for hours! I guess I should be ashamed of myself, but I'm not! I've been having a ball! It's like being eighteen and in school again!"
"Hell!" Carol laughed. "You're getting me hot just talking about it!"
It was well after midnight when the two women finally got to bed. And when they awoke in the morning, both girls were suffering from monumental hangovers.
Christine stumbled around the house, holding her head and moaning, as any movement made the throbbing pain in her temples worse. She took aspirin and put a pot of coffee on to boil.
"Shit!" Carol exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen. "I feel like I was kicked by something very large and damned mean!"
"You're not alone, sweetheart!" Christine moaned.
"Did we finish the whole case of beer?" Carol asked.
"Somehow we missed one can," Christine replied. "An accident, I'm sure!" "Where is it?"
"In the 'fridge. You can't be thinking of drinking beer right now - or are you?"
"It's the only way I know how to make it through the morning when I've got a head like this!"
"I don't see how you can do it!" Christine sighed, "if I touched it, I'd throw up!"
"As they say - the hair of the dog ..." Carol muttered, struggling to open the can.
"Have you been drinking like this often, Carol?"
"I suppose I've been hitting it pretty steady, Christy. No lectures, please! I've needed something - anything - to see me through the night."
Christine stood staring at the percolator while it went through its usual asthmatic attack and sputtered and hissed to brew the coffee. She turned and watched her younger sister drain the ice cold can of beer and a shudder passed through Christine's body.
"If it stays down," Carol remarked with a healthy belch, "I'll be all right! Where was that liquor store? I'd better run out for another case."
Christine sighed and told her, and Carol threw on a dress and left to buy the beer.
Christine was worried about her sister. Their mother had been an alcoholic for seven years, and Christine shuddered every time she remembered the nightmare of those years. If Carol isn't careful, Christine told herself, she will end up the same way. Somehow, I've got to get her to relax!
By the time she had consumed twelve aspirin tablets and four cups of coffee, Christine began to feel like a human being again. She put on shorts and a halter and cleaned up the patio. She was throwing the laundry into the machine in the garage when Carol finally returned.
"You won't believe how lost I got?" Carol laughed. "I ended up on the freeway before I realized I was on the wrong side of town!"
"This city has changed a lot in the past few years. I thought maybe you'd been picked up by some handsome stranger."
"Are you kidding? Listen, last night did I tell you about how I couldn't even get raped?"
"What?"
"It's the honest truth, Christy!" Carol assured her. "There's a park in a pretty rough section of town. Lots of girls have been raped there at night. One time, when I was so horny I couldn't stand it, I drove down there at night and parked and walked slowly through the park just hoping some guy would jump me and rape me! Honest to - " "What happened?"
"Not one goddamned thing! I knew there were guys in the park. I could hear them. But no one even approached me, and I walked through the entire park twice! Boy, when I got home I guess I was about as low as any woman can get. Think of it! I wasn't even attractive enough to be raped! Want a beer?"
"No thanks," Christine replied. "I imagine they were afraid you were a undercover cop or something."
"I guess. But I sure didn't think of that then - my self-esteem had it a new low!"
Christine followed her sister into the kitchen and began making herself a ham and cheese sandwich.
"Hey, that looks good!" Carol commented as she opened a can of beer.
"Want one?" Christine asked.
"Sure. Want a beer?"
"No thanks. It's too early for me, and I've got to teach four swimming classes here this afternoon. If I had a beer, I swear I think I'd sink to the bottom of that pool!"
Halfway through her sandwich, Carol went back to the kitchen to get another can of beer.
"Carol, honey," Christine said softly, "aren't you hitting that stuff a little too hard!"
"Don't ride my back, Christy, please! I need this warm glow to forget. Okay? I'll taper off soon, but let me do it my own way and in my own good time!
Chapter Nine
Christine was bone-tired by the time she finished the third class that afternoon. She was surprised that Linda hadn't shown up for the first class, and even more surprised when the full-bodied young blonde drifted in during the third class.
"Carol?" Christine called from the pool.
"What?" Carol replied from the patio, where she was sitting comfortably watching the classes and consuming a steady amount of beer.
"Make me a stiff rum and water, will you? I need something to hold me together for the next group! I'm really utterly pooped!"
"Rum and water, coming right up!" Carol called gaily as she walked into the house.
Christine noticed that Linda was sitting on the lawn watching her, but the pretty young blonde hadn't said a word. Whatever burr she has up her tail today, Christine said to herself, I'm not up to playing any verbal games!
Carol came to the edge of the pool and found her sister floating peacefully in the water.
"Want me to put your drink here on the edge?" Carol asked.
"No," Christine replied, turning and swimming over to where Carol stood. "That's relaxing, but if I relaxed any more I'd fall asleep and drown!"
"Who's the built little blonde?" Carol whispered, bending down and handing her big sister the frosty glass of rum and water.
"Her name is Linda," Christine replied, explaining to Carol who the girl was. "She's in some kind of a mood today, but I'm not up to handling it!"
"Hi, Mrs. Gorman!"
Carol looked up to see four young guys coming through the gate.
"My next, and - thank goodness - last group!" Christine said.
"Quick!" Carol whispered, "which ones are Bobby and Ronnie?"
"The blue and the white bathing suits," Christine responded with a blush. "Come on, gang, let's get this over with! Teacher's tired today."
Christine was about to say something when Linda quietly got up and joined the four boys in the water, but then decided to let it go. She'd handle it later.
She began by having them review what they had already learned, and she made each one demonstrate the correct way to breathe in the water. Then she showed them how to kick their legs and had each one in turn hold onto a rung of the ladder and kick.
"Remember," she said as the lesson came to an end, "there is no rhythmic relationship between the stroking of your arms and the kicking of your legs. Each is an independent operation, and only when you combine the two operations successfully will you actually be swimming. Okay, that's all for today!"
"I've gotta clean the pool," Bobby quickly announced.
"I'll help you," Ronnie promptly joined in.
"Okay."
Carol called to Christine from the patio. "How about another drink?"
"Love it!" Christine replied, picking up the large beach towel and rubbing her body dry. She saw the other two boys leave and was beginning to wonder where Linda was when she heard the girl's voice behind her.
"Mrs. Gorman," Linda said softly, "can I talk to you?" "Sure," Christine replied as brightly as she could. "Come on. We'll sit on the patio where the boys won't be listening to every word."
She led the full-bodied young girl to the patio and they sat side by side on the patio lounge. Christine saw the shy, embarrassed, almost tortured look on the girl's face, and her heart went out to her!
"What is it, Linda?" Christine said in as friendly and warm a tone as she knew how.
"I ... I ..." the young girl stammered.
"Come on, don't be embarrassed," Christine said, placing her hand gently on the girl's rounded shoulder.
"Well ... I ... I have a confession to make!" she blurted out. "Tuesday night, I stood right there and watched everything - you and Ronnie and Bobby!"
"Oh!" Christine said quietly, her heart dropping to her stomach.
"I'm so mixed up, Mrs. Gorman!" the girl sobbed, tears welling in her pretty light blue eyes.
"Call me Christine, Linda," she said, patting the girl's shoulder. "Now I'm sure it isn't as bad as - " "Oh, it is!" Linda said with the urgency of youth. "It is! I've been so horrible to you! You see, I'm crazy about Bobby. I mean, I was crazy about him! And I thought that you were taking him away from me." The words came from the young girl's mouth in a senseless rush, but Christine understood.
"Now, now!" Christine said.
"And when I heard them call me a pig, I wanted to kill them both!" Linda cried. "I hated them! I hated you, too, until I heard you stick up for me. Then I felt like dirt!"
Christine looked up when she heard the den door open. Carol came slowly out, hand-ed Christine her drink, and began walking toward the pool in wobbly steps.
"I'm going out to watch these magnificent men clean the pool," she announced. "You'd better be careful, Christy, or I'll steal your thunder!"
"You're the one who better be careful!" Christine laughed. "In your condition, you most likely will fall right in."
"And I'll bet one of these gorgeous guys would rescue me!" Carol said in the most seductive voice she could muster.
"I'm sorry you saw and heard all of that stuff," Christine said, turning back to the distraught Linda.
"Oh, I'm not!" Linda replied. "I mean ... well, I know it was awful to spy on you like that, but I'm glad I found out."
"What did you find out?" Christine asked, taking a deep swallow of the rum and water.
"That they think I'm too possessive," the young girl replied. "And that I make too big a thing out of sex. And that I'm lousy at giving a b-blow-job" she blurted. "You don't know how miserable I've been!"
"Oh, I think I can guess, Linda," Christine said kindly.
"Can I have a sip of your drink?" Linda asked, drying her eyes on her arm.
"Of course," Christine replied, handing the girl the glass. Is this place going to become the local neighborhood bar, she asked herself!
"Thank you," Linda said, handing the glass back. "I just had to talk to you, Christine!"
"I can understand that," Christine softly replied, draining the glass and feeling the welcome warmth of the rum begin to lift her tired body to the wondrously soft cloud she enjoyed. "Is there something you want me to do, Linda?"
"Yes!" the girl replied quickly.
"What?"
"Teach me how to give a boy a real good blow-job! Hell - here I am at eighteen, and I don't even know what it takes to satisfy a man properly. How will I know what to do for my husband when - if - I get married? Let me join you with the boys and you all can teach me," she said fervently. "I want to be as good as you are! Then maybe guy's will like me. Please!"
Christine took a sharp breath. This was the last thing she had expected! Absolutely the last thing! And how was she supposed to handle it?
"Nobody would know, Christine!" the girl pleaded. "Please!"
"Linda," Christine began, "uh... look - fix me a rum and water, will you? The rum is on the counter in the kitchen."
"Sure!" the sweet young woman replied, taking the glass and running into the house.
As Linda left, Carol walked toward her, giggling like a teen-aged girl.
"The boy in the white suit - " "Ronnie?" Christine said.
"That's it! Yes, Ronnie. Well, Ronnie, the cute little bastard, just asked me if he could fuck me! Just like that! And look at him! He's got a real nice hard-on!"
"Carol ... " "Oh, Christine! I've never done anything like this, but I want to! Oh, how I want to! It won't make you mad, will it? Christine, I need it!"
"I can't get mad at you, honey," Christine laughed. "But there are problems - or, better - a problem."
"What?" Carol asked with a sinking voice.
"Linda wants me to teach her how to suck cock!" Christine said, breaking out in a hearty laugh. "I can't believe it! This whole thing is like a B-grade porno flick!"
"Yes - exactly! Why don't we have an orgy?" Carol suggested excitedly.
"Are you serious?" Christine demanded.
"Why not?" Carol insisted.
"Yes, Christine, why not?" Linda added, handing her a full glass of rum and water. "I'm sure the boys will be willing. And you could teach me everything!"
"That's the girl!" Carol said, patting Linda's back.
"You're all absolutely crazy!" Christine laughed." But - oh, what the hell - why not?"
"Great!" Linda cried enthusiastically.
"Slow down for a minute!" Christine said as Carol began to unbutton her blouse. "Let's make sure we won't have a gang of angry parents coming to find out why the swimming lesson is taking so long.
Linda, go in the house and call your parents. Ask diem if you can have dinner here tonight. Tell them we're having a little party to celebrate the fine progress everyone is making."
"Okay!" Linda said as she spun around and ran in the house to use the phone.
"And let's get the boys to do the same," Christine said.
"Oh, Christy, I can hardly wait!" Carol cried. "It's been more than three years!"
Chapter Ten
"Do I have to get undressed!" Linda complained. "I mean, can't I do it with my suit on?"
"Linda, darling," Christine said, coming up behind the girl and unsnapping the back of her bra, "you're going to learn a lot tonight! You're going to learn how wonderful your body, how it can turn men on, and just how happy a man can make YOU." But ... but I don't want to get p-pregnant!" the girl stammered.
"I'm not going to let them fuck you," Christine laughed, "but they're going to eat you out, and play with you in ever so many delightful ways."
Christine promptly removed the top of the young blonde's bathing suit, and felt her breath catch in her throat for a moment when she saw the girl's beautiful, fully developed breasts! They were like small melons with proud nipples pointing up in the air! Without thinking, Christine caressed those lovely, thrusting young breasts in her hands for a lingering moment.
"You have a gorgeous set of boobs, dear," Christine observed with appreciation.
"Oo, look!" the pretty young blonde said, squirming beneath the exciting caresses of the older woman.
Christine followed the child's lovely blue eyes and saw Carol kneeling in front of Ronnie. Carol pulled Ronnie's swim trunks down and caught his springing cock in her hungry mouth.
Carol was drunk, but at the same time she knew exactly what she was doing! Ever since her sister had told her about these young studs, Carol had been excited! It might be wrong, according to everything she had been taught as a child, but the world wasn't what they had told her it would be! A girl's husband wasn't supposed to turn into a damn, flaming fag! And no woman should have to go three years without having a man's longing attentions!
The minute the guys arrived earlier that afternoon, Carol had experienced a stirring between her thighs. And when she talked to the boys and watched their cocks spring erect, the stirring became a fire she was determined to satisfy with something other than that damned humming machine!
Carol's heart quickened its beat when she pulled the willing young boy's swim trunks down and saw his prick springing free in front of her eyes. She leaned forward and caught it in her eager mouth, and the fresh taste Christine had told her about swirled through her aroused system! Carol sucked him slowly, savoring the odor and flavor of his stimulated organ. Christine was right! She felt like a teen-aged girl again!
"Take the rest of your suit off," Christine said to Linda as she quickly pulled her own off. She took a deep breath when she saw the young girl's luscious blonde nest! Linda's pubic mound was covered with a mass of pale blonde, almost straight, silky pubic hair.
"Where's Bobby?" she asked, slipping her hand between the girl's lovely young thighs and bringing it up to her soft nest.
"He went to the bathroom," Linda sighed, unconsciously spreading her thighs to accommodate the older woman's caressing fingers.
"You have a lovely pussy," Christine said softly, slipping her finger into the young girl's slit and fondling her small clitoris. Christine felt guilt sweep through her as she experienced arousal when she fondled the younger woman. Don't tell me I'm a Lesbian, she said to herself, unable to remove her hand from the younger woman's luscious nest! 'That feels good, Christine!" the young girl sighed. "It never felt so good when I have used my own fingers, you know ... ?"
"Wait till you feel Bobby's mouth down there!" Christine laughed, withdrawing her hand.
"You mean ... ?" the girl stammered.
"I sure do!" Christine laughed. "And he's very good at it. Here he comes now! Come on, Bobby!
We're waiting for you! I promised this gorgeous young thing I'd teach her how to suck cock, and we need a nice hard cock to use!"
"Look!" Linda giggled. "He isn't even hard!"
"I'll bet we can take care of that!" Christine laughed. "Here, you sit between us on the couch, Bobby."
Bobby could feel his balls tingle as he looked down at the two naked women! Linda had an even better figure than he had believed possible! Her tits were almost as good as Christine's! And her blonde-haired pussy really turned him on!
The handsome Greek god willingly allowed himself to be pulled down on the couch between the two naked women. His eyes were filled with the vision of four big tits. The feeling of the tender naked flesh of the young girl and older woman pressing against each side of him sent the blood racing to his penis.
"Lean back, Bobby," Christine said, placing her hand on his shoulder and pressing his body back against the cushions of the couch. "Come on, Linda, put your head down in his lap, and watch me."
Christine lowered her face to Bobby's crotch. She took his partially erect shaft in her fingers and held it while she began licking the rapidly inflating boner, and describing the art of oral sex in a soft monologue to the fully attentive young lady.
"Isn't that a lovely looking pecker?" she giggled. "First, Linda, you begin by fondling it in your hand and running your tongue all over it. You lick it like - well, like a popsicle. Try it! You lick that side and I'll lick this side."
Bobby couldn't help himself! He groaned out loud when he looked down and saw the two pretty faces in his lap. The contrast between Christine's dark wavy hair and Linda's golden tresses seemed to be magnified in his lap! And each girl had a firm, warm tit pressed against his thighs! He saw Linda's young tongue dart out of her pretty mouth to begin lapping the length of his throbbing shaft. Then he felt the two hot tongues working his prick at the same time, and he thought he was going to explode!
But he didn't want to shoot-off his load quite yet. With Christine he had learned the benefit of prolonging it, holding off as long as he could, and then having what almost amounted to a double cum. He looked across the room to see how his friend Ronnie was doing with Christine's sister.
The minute Ronnie had seen Carol, he had announced to Bobby his desire to lay her. Bobby agreed. Carol had a great body. Slender, and not as full as Christine's, but damned sexxxxyyyyy. Her tits were high on her chest and pointed. And her full ass stuck out behind her like a beacon!
Carol was now hurriedly undressing, pulling her bra off with trembling fingers and stepping out of her bright colored bikini panties. Carol tried not to giggle, for the thirty-four-year-old woman was as excited as a young girl on her first date! She could still taste the flavor of that young man's prick, and it had her system aflame and raging with desire!
When she was nude, Carol threw her arms around the naked youth's rugged body and hugged him. She placed her mouth on his and shot her tongue inside to probe the inner warmth of his delicious mouth. She pressed her body against his, rubbing her nipples against his flesh until she quivered with joy. And as they kissed passionately, Carol dropped her hand to the boy's groin and grasped his surging penis.
She couldn't believe how stimulating it was to once again hold a man's hard cock in her hand! Her entire body trembled with anticipation. Still locked in a soul kiss, and still holding his prick in her sweating hand, Carol pulled them both down on the floor. Even the feeling of the carpet rubbing against her naked skin served to further excite the fuck-hungry woman!
Ronnie felt like he was going to pop off in her hand just from sheer excitement! The sight of her nude body, her firm tits, her big soft ass and her dark, jungle-like pubic mound made the blood in his veins boil. He reached down and brought his hand up between the naked woman's thighs. He felt the soft skin of her rounded thighs respond to his touch. Her legs parted willingly, and Ronnie placed his hand on her hot pussy - which was certainly more like a female tiger than a pussycat.
Carol moaned and began stroking the young boy's cock. His anxious hand was driving her wild! She loved the way he petted her pussy! And those magic, probing, fingers of his! When he touched her sensitive clitoris and began fondling it, Carol experienced a tiny, warm-up climax!
"Ronnie, darling!" she gasped, breaking their kiss and filling her tortured lungs with air. "That was so good! What do you want me to do for YOU?"
"I'd like a ... a blow-job!" he blurted, his hips grinding against her exciting manual manipulations.
"Ronnie has a hang up about blow-jobs, Carol," Christine called out with a laugh.
"Can he ... is he still able to come - come up with a good screw afterward?" Carol asked.
"Honey, these guys can go on screwing all night - long after we're through!" Christine proudly replied with a giggle.
"Then we'll just see how long he can last in my mouth!" Carol said, sliding her nude body down his flesh until she was on her knees between the young boy's widespread legs. She took his cock in her hand and held it straight up as she lowered her mouth to the swollen head and began running her tongue around the throbbing flesh.
Ronnie took a deep breath as he watched Carol begin devouring his aching tool in her hungry mouth. Her technique was completely different from Christine's! Carol's pointed tongue moved like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, constantly moving, touching here, there, and everywhere on his sensitive shaft! She was like a bee trying to suck the nectar out of his stalk! And then she began nibbling the length of his throbbing prick like a hungry person teasing an ear of corn! Her teeth grazed and caressed his steaming, blood-inflated rod, and her lips ran up and down the length of it.
"Wow!" Ronnie exclaimed when he felt Carol suddenly take his whole prick in her hot, wet mouth! She did it suddenly, without warning, and he could feel the tip of his organ pressing against the roof of her mouth as she sucked on him as hard as she could!
The increasing passion in Carol's body pushed away the numbing quality of the alcohol in her veins. She could feel everything! And somehow the alcohol seemed to intensify her physical perception! Having his eager hard prick in her mouth made the juices in her cunt flow freely, and Carol was more excited than she could remember being since she was in high school!
Meanwhile, perspiration was pouring off Bobby Wilson's forehead! Having the gorgeous young blonde and the sexy older woman both worshiping his prick with their warm lips and moist tongues made his heart pound loudly in his ears!
"Now watch, Linda," Christine instructed, as professionally as a madam in a bordello. When you take his cock in your mouth, you start by kissing the head. Then you draw it inside slowly. Watch me!"
Linda's eyes were just inches away from the older woman's mouth as Christine pursed her lips and placed them softly on the swollen head of Bobby's penis. The young girl felt a stirring between her legs when she saw Bobby's prick slowly disappear into Christine's pretty face! This was so sexy! Linda noted how Christine moved her head up and down, sliding Bobby's shaft in and out of her throat. She heard her beloved Bobby moan with pleasure, and that excited her!
"Now you try it," Christine said with a warm smile and licked her lips as she pulled her face away from the boy's straining cock.
Linda imitated the older woman by wrapping her young fingers around the base of Bobby's weapon. Then she pursed her lips and brought them against the eagerly waiting head of his organ in a light, almost loving, kiss. She had gone down on some of the boys at school, and had found that the taste of a man's sex organ always turned her on! By now, a small drop of juice had formed like a tear in the eye of Bobby's prick, and Linda pulled this into her mouth with her probing tongue.
"Now draw it into your mouth slowly, Lin darling," Christine said, watching the young girl. "And, Bobby, are your hands broken?"
"Huh?"
"Well, darling, you have two lovely and eager pussies to pet," Christine said. "Why don't you get your fingers wet?"
A blush rushed to Bobby's cheeks. He'd been so lost in his own excitement with the two hot mouths on his dick he'd completely forgotten about the girls! Forcing his arms between their three overlapping and tangled bodies, he brought his hands to their warm nests. His fingers probed their slits and began massaging the moist flesh of their cunts, and it was all he could do to keep from shooting his load that very moment! It was like a crazy, exciting dream - to be holding a hot cunt in each hand while two wild mouths worked on his cock!
"Be careful not to scrape it with your teeth," Christine cautioned the young blonde as she took Bobby's shaft deeper and deeper into her sweet young mouth. "That can be terribly exciting for the man, but you have to be very careful. His prick is very sensitive. That's it, darling! Now move your lips up and down the full length of his hard pecker. That's right! Just keep the head inside your mouth. Now go back down again."
Linda's skin felt like it was on fire! She had never been caressed the way Bobby was provocatively fondling her pussy, and hot charges seemed to be surging through her veins! Even her nipple pressing against his thigh was on fire!
"Oh, wow!" Bobby moaned, his hips beginning to squirm from the fantastically sensations that he was feeling in his groin! He increased the tempo of his fondling the two hot cunts in his hands. He shoved his middle fingers up two hot holes and felt the girls' bodies react with a series of small spasms.
Ronnie Anderson was gritting his teeth as Carol's mouth worked on his prick like it had never been worked on before! He looked over and saw Linda's blond head bobbing up and down in Bobby's lap and Ronnie wondered if she was really learning something about how to suck a cock. She could practice a hundred years and not be as good as Carol!
It had started as an erotic game for Carol, but now she was becoming a woman possessed! She had fallen madly in love with this fresh and different cock, after dealing only with her husbands - and not too much of that. She wanted to milk this new one dry! She wanted him to flood her mouth, and drown her throat, with his sweet hot cream!
Carol began a series of long, slowly de-liberate strokes with her mouth, sucking up and down the entire length of his rock-hard cockshaft. She cupped her tongue beneath his thick organ and caressed it lovingly with each stroke. Her excited hand began caress-caressing, fondling and pumping his heated balls. She rotated her hips in an effort to stave off the inferno in her loins that was threatening to consume her.
"Hey!" Ronnie cried. "Hey, I'm gonna do it - I'm gonna cum!"
"Give me all your cream, darling!" Carol gasped, pulling her mouth free of his throb-throbbing dick for one brief second. She squeezed his young balls and drew his cock as deep into her throat as she could, greedily pulling and sucking at the sizzzling hot jism surging from his exploding nuts.
Ronnie's control left him when he saw her seemingly swallow his boner with one long sucking motion. He felt his asshole pucker as his balls roared and exploded like a bomb. His hips arched off the floor to drive his cock spike deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth.
Carol could hardly believe it, but the moment the first shot of his boiling sperm splashed into her throat, she experienced another small orgasm! She drew her cheeks in to hold his pulsing prick and sucked like a child pulling an ice cream soda through a straw, letting the deliciously hot, thick cream trickle down her throat. The pulsing of his blood through his penis pounding against her inner cheeks gave the older woman a strangely exciting feeling of power and vital life in her mouth.
"Move your mouth faster and suck a little harder," Christine said excitedly as she watched young Linda's face moving up and down on the hard pole that impaled her lovely young mouth.
"Wow!" Bobby grunted. "Oh wow! I'm real hot!"
"If you don't want him to come in your mouth, Linda darling," Christine said breathlessly, "let me have it! I love a man's hot juice!"
"I'm ... I'm going to take it "the girl gasped. "I want to learn." ' "Just keep sucking," Christine sighed, squirming her tail in frustration as Bobby's probing, caressing, fingers made her groin burn with desire. "Suck it dry. Let it fill your mouth and then swallow it. It's one of the greatest feelings in the world to know you created it and made it boil all the way up from down in his testicles.
"Suck it, Linda. Suck it, honey!" Bobby encouraged her.
Although she had, at other times, taken pricks in her mouth before, Linda found this time somehow much more exciting! She didn't know if it was because it was Bobby's cock she was sucking - doing it for a guy she was crazy about - or the result of his exciting caresses of her pussy, or the situation, or Christine's stimulating words whispered in her ear! For whatever reason, each throb sweeping along Bobby's straining shaft was telegraphing an urgent message to the young blonde's loins, and it was a blast! She ran her mouth up and down the length of his slender, hard rod, and each stroke seemed to serve to increase her own excitement and desire!
At first, it was like a distant siren in Bobby's ear. He heard it wail and become louder as it worked up his body. Then his balls seemed to be ringing like a fire bell! He gripped the two cunts in his hands firmly and held on as his testicles exploded with the force of a howling gale! He looked down and saw Linda's rosy cheeks draw in as she sucked with wild abandon the spurting, jerking monster in her hot mouth.
It was all Linda could do to hold onto the live, writhing cock snake in her mouth! She felt the shaft swell up. Then Bobby's swollen cockhead erupted like a volcano to send jets of molten cum into her mouth. The heady, salty flavor of his sperm permeated the young girl's entire system. There was a sweetness to it! Christine was right! And the thought that she had created it and made it boil over in his body excited the young girl! She sucked and sucked, until Bobby's straining prick was dry and his hips fell back to the cushion of the sofa.
"Holy sweeeeet heaven!" she exclaimed.
Bobby, Linda, and Christine all turned to look when they heard the excited cry escape from Carol's throat. Carol was on her back on the floor with Ronnie kneeling between her legs. They could see Ronnie's young face buried in the dark jungle of Carol's pussy, his pink tongue flashing as it licked the thirty-four-year-old woman's excited cunt.
"Eeeeeeiiiiiioooooo!" Carol screamed, her head flailing back and forth on the carpet and her hips arched up to grind her pussy into the Ronnie's flushed, sweating face.
It seemed to Carol that she was having history's longest orgasm! The darling young man's electric tongue, licking, sucking and massaging her excited clitoris, had sent her careening off the highest cliff of passion in the world! She couldn't stop coming! Her pussy just kept contracting, sending wave after wave of sheer joy crashing through her system!
"That was one for the Guinness Book of Records!" she groaned happily.
"I didn't know a girl could cum like that!" Linda said. She was just beginning to realize how limited her knowledge of sex actually was! And she would never have believed watching others could be so exciting!
"Well, it's time you experienced it, Linda darling," Christine said. "Let's share Bobby! I'm so hot I'll scream if I don't get fucked! Here, let's get on the floor. This damned couch is too narrow!"
Christine dropped to the soft carpet and pulled Bobby down with her, his boyish cock half hard and sticking out from his loins invitingly.
"Stretch out on your back, Bobby dear," she said, pulling his legs straight, and savoring the sight of a tired but eager cock just waiting for further attention.
"What are we going to do?" Bobby asked in anticipation.
"What you're going to do, young man, is take care of two willing and horny girls at the same time," Christine laughed, taking his partially limp penis in her hand and squeezing it affectionately. "That is, if you're man enough to take care of two girls at the same time. Think you're 'up' to it? "Can you do it?" she asked challengingly.
"Sure," replied the eager young stud - "just show me how you want to set it up."
"Linda, come on down here," Christine instructed briskly.
"Now, you straddle him, facing his feet. That's right... good! Now, squat on his face and press your pussy against his mouth. Here, hold my hand for balance."
Linda giggled as she awkwardly lowered herself into a squatting position above Bob-by's face. She had never realized sex could be so natural and so much fun!
"That's it!" Christine said. "Now, Bobby, you give Linda a good, sweet licking!"
Christine moved back between Bobby's legs and took his rising prick in her talented hands to begin caressing and stroking it to attention. Leaning down, she ran her tongue up and down his cockshaft, licking the remaining drops of his semen into her mouth greedily.
Bobby found the tip of his nose pressing against Linda's young asshole and he inhaled her exciting aroma as he slipped his hungry tongue into her virginal slit. The flavor of her younger sex box was different from the taste of Christine's mature, womanly nest. It was lighter, less salty, and perhaps even a little sweeter! Wriggling his nose against her puckered anus, he began lapping at the thin-lipped slit of her untried vulva.
Linda's young body began to tremble as she felt his exciting tongue probing her most intimate region! And when he touched the tender button at the top of her slit, she felt her thighs quiver with unrestrained delight!
The young blonde looked down at Christine's pretty face working in a worshiping manner at the groin of the man for whom she had developed such a crush. She saw Christine's tongue race up and down his rapidly inflating organ, and for a moment she imagined it was the same tongue that was doing such exciting things in her own pussy. Then, when Christine finally had him completely erect, Linda saw the older woman take Bobby's prick in her mouth. At that same moment Bobby's body quaked and his tongue began racing up and down the tender young cunt pressed against his hungry mouth.
When Christine could feel the young boy's heart beating with rapid pulse along the flesh of his prick, she held it and stroked it with her hand as she straddled his prone body. Squatting above his crotch, Christine held his rigid prick and guided it to her hot box. She rubbed it up and down the length of her steaming slit, pressing and prodding it teasingly against her anus, then at the opening to her vagina, and finally massaging her erect clitoris with the swollen head. Then she placed it in her hole and slowly brought her body down to impale herself on the steel-like, trembling, shaft.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned as she felt him glide up the hot canal of her vagina. Watching Linda suck his cock, and having him pet her vulva had turned Christine on more than she realized. Now, feeling his slender shaft fill her vagina, she was very aroused!
Linda's eyes fastened on the sight of Bobby's prick slowly disappearing into the older woman's body. It was the most exciting thing she had ever seen! She could actually see the lips of Christine's mature pussy surround Bobby's cockshaft, and then seemingly devour it as they pulled it right into her beautiful body!
Bobby Wilson wondered if there was no end to the pleasurable and exciting things that could happen to him with this incredible woman! He felt his dick glide into the tight warmth of her cunt and his body seemed to vibrate with dozens of exciting electric shock waves. He tongued Linda's quaking clitoris and felt the young girl's crotch begin to squirm excitedly all over his face! How many men can take care of two girls at once, he said proudly to himself as he began sucking Linda's tiny young clitoris into his mouth?
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" Linda gasped.
"Isn't that fun!" Christine sighed as she began bouncing up and down on the delightful rod that impaled her excited body.
"Oh, yes!" Linda cried, looking deep into Christine's beautiful eyes. She leaned forward, and her breasts brushed against the older woman's bouncing, swaying' tits. When their nipples touched, both Christine and Linda sighed with pleasure. They placed their hands on each other's shoulders and rode the exuberant body beneath them for all they were worth!
Carol was flat on her back with her knees doubled against her ample bosom and her ankles locked behind young Ronnie's neck as his short, thick prick drove hard into the raging inferno of her scalding cunt. The older female and the younger male were rutting and grunting like wild animals ...
The den was so filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, and moans and groans of pleasure and physical exertion, that the two men who were peering stealthily in from outside on the dark patio went completely unnoticed. Even the clicking shutter of the expensive, high-speed, thirty-five millimeter camera was lost in the heat of their orgy.
"Disgusting, isn't it, darling?" Chuck Morton said to his limp-wristed friend, Alex.
"Not only immoral, but terribly illegal," Alex laughed lightly.
"We'll just see who takes whom to the cleaners in a court trial!" Chuck whispered. "But are you certain the pictures will come out?"
"Positive, sweetheart," Alex replied. "Imagine a married woman with such a young guy like that - he's still just a kid, for Pete's sake!"
"But he does have a nice body!" Chuck whispered wickedly.
"Don't tell me you're the type who likes young boys!" Alex said in a nasty whisper.
"Alex, you know better than that!" Chuck responded. "I love only you, darling! Can we go now? I can't stand another minute of this, this sickening depravity!"
As quietly as they had come, the two homosexuals faded into the darkness ....
Christine's excited hips seemed to fly up and down on Bobby's straining organ! The cheeks of her ass slapped against his hard young thighs as she rode him at a full sexual gallop. She looked down and saw his pink tongue darting furiously in and out and around and about Linda's young golden nest, and Christine wanted to cry out with joy!
Linda had no idea what was coming next! She had masturbated herself regularly since the age of nine, but the orgasms she had experienced thus far in her young life were like only tiny firecrackers compared to the atomic explosion that was beginning to roar inside her now! She could feel it clear down to her toes! His tongue was driving her through one frantic spasm after another, and her young hips instinctively ground her wet cunt into the boy's face. She could feel his nose inside her vagina and he was bobbing his head to fuck her with it!
"AAAAaaaiiiiieeeeeooooowwww!" she screamed when it happened. The earthquake that gripped her young body seemed to drive the very air out of her lungs! She felt her inexperienced muscles cramp and spasm, and she had to fight against the black cloud that descended over her like a blanket.
"OH SWEET HEAVENNNNN!" Christine screamed when her body began to shake violently as Bobby's swollen prick erupted and sent jets of searing semen into her womb. She had to hold onto Linda's shoulders when the force of her orgasm sent her body swaying precariously back and forth!
Bobby's moan of pleasure was muffled in Linda's sweet, spasming wet cunt. It seemed to him that Christine's vaginal muscles were gripping his shaft and shaking his prick like a dog shakes a stick! He wondered if it would break off inside her body. His balls ached as they pumped their load deep into her gulping womb, and he reached up to grasp Linda's tender, narrow waist in his hands. The girl's young body was shaking like jelly as she continued to grind her wet, hot cunt against his mouth.
Their three shaking bodies seemed to hang suspended inches off the floor for a long, deliciously exciting moment, and then collapsed into a tangled heap of arms and legs on the carpet. All three turned to watch when they heard Carol's excited screams.
"Holy shit!" Carol screamed at the top of her lungs. "Fuck me! FUCKKKK MEEEE! DEEPER! HARDER! FUCK ME, RONNIE! AAAAuuuuggghhhhh!"
Only Carol's shoulders touched the floor as her cumming body strained and bucked up against that of her husky, virile lover. There was a loud thump when she fell back on the carpet, and then a pleasant stillness filled the Gorman den.
Chapter Eleven
The next two weeks in Christine Gorman's life had a nightmare quality. She consumed so much alcohol and participated in so much sex she was never quite sure if she was awake and these things were really happening or asleep and they were part of her dreams.
The days and nights turned into bits and fragments like stray pieces of an unfinished jigsaw puzzle. Christine would walk into the bathroom and find Carol sitting on the John with Ronnie or Bobby standing in front of her while she sucked his cock. She would be taking a warm shower and suddenly feel herself penetrated from behind. She would be sitting at the breakfast table sipping her coffee, and feel an eager, probing face between her thighs.
The two young studs were at the house all day almost every day, and young Linda would join them whenever she could. The two sisters would drink lightly and fuck heavily during the day, with Christine taking time out for the swimming classes. She had combined groups so that she only taught two hours a day.
In the house, they all naked went around naked, and they played a variety of games. The winner of each game dictated what all the others would do sexually. And this produced some wild, unlikely and pervert combinations ...
Upon winning one game, Carol did something she had always dreamed about - she had both boys fuck her at the same time. Bobby, because of his slender shaft, took her anally, and Ronnie took her in her vagina. Carol enjoyed the experience so much that she cried, and her tears of joy ran down her cheeks in rivers. She made the boys time it so they both came in her at the same moment, and her own orgasm was so intense she literally blacked out.
Linda practiced hard and was soon voted the best cocksucker by the two boys. The young blonde delighted in having her pussy eaten, but she yearned to sample the joys of fucking she saw going on about her.
Christine set her foot down on that matter! She would take no chances on a pregnant young woman as a result of the sexual extravaganzas they were all enjoying - even though she had given Linda some of her own birth-control pills. Accidents could still happen, she feared. Carol came up with the suggestion that Linda should have Bobby fuck her in the ass, and the young girl was more than willing.
"Use this," Carol offered, bringing in a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom. "Bend over, Linda dear, and I'll prepare you. This will make it easier, it being your first time ..."
Linda bent over the back of a low chair, and Carol began rubbing Vaseline into the young woman's tight, child-like rectum. When she had Linda well lubricated, she called Bobby over and also applied a thick coating of the salve to his stiff, ready prick. Then she guided the boy to the girl's expectant anus, and told him to shove it up gently but firmly into Linda's quivering "back door".
"AAAuuuurrrrgggghhh!" Linda cried between clenched teeth when Bobby rammed his cock in her ass. It was painful, but she shook her head negatively when they asked her if she wanted him to stop. Soon the pain gave way to erotic stimulation, and Linda felt a new, pleasant, and very intense orgasm.
In the next few days, Linda went through two jars of Vaseline with the boys. She also learned the incredibly exciting, erotic joys of Christine's vibrator. Whenever both of the boys were busy with the sisters, Linda would hold the vibrator on herself until she screamed with pleasure.
The young people would leave before sunset every evening, and Carol and Christine would begin drinking seriously. They seldom got to bed before midnight, and they were always dead drunk when they fell asleep.
Through it all, Christine battled a constant sense of impending disaster. There was a foreboding that seemed to follow her every action. When she described her feeling of doom to Carol, her younger sister only laughed.
"You've never had so much fun in your life," Carol said, "and you're afraid you'll have to pay for it or that it will end. Enjoy it, Christy. You deserve it! So do I."
The first hint of trouble came in a letter Carol received from her husband. It arrived registered mail and Carol sensed serious trouble. When she opened the envelope, a group of small, black-and-white photos fell out. She picked them up and her heart fell to her toes! They were photos of her in the orgy they'd had!
"Oh NO!" Christine said when Carol told her. "Let me see them!"
Christine looked at the photos with a sinking heart. They were clear, and there was no doubt about what was going or about who was doing what to and with whom.
"Listen to what he says," Carol said in a bitter tone. "So, my darling wife, everything you said about me the night I confessed my 'condition' - that it was immoral and unnatural - can now be said about you. For surely I am no more depraved or abnormal than you. And if we must air our laundry in a court, so be it! To me, the sensible thing would be to agree to an even split of our worldly belongings and call it square. I seriously doubt that either of us could take the other to the cleaners!"
"The sneaky bastard!" Christine said.
"I'd like to cut the sonofabitch's balls off!" Carol said in anger.
"But, sweetheart," Christine remarked, "I think he's right. In a court fight now, neither of you would win. And think of what the publicity would do to you!"
"Shit!" Carol exclaimed, tears welling in her eyes. "He hangs me out to dry for three damned years, and now he even takes my revenge away from me!"
They drank more than usual that night, and both fell asleep on the den floor.
Christine wondered if this was the impending disaster she had been expecting? After all, this was not the worst thing that could have happened. Well then, why was the cloak of doom still with her?
The second hint of trouble came two days later when Bobby pulled Christine aside and told her that word of what they were doing was beginning to circulate.
"It was Linda," he explained hastily. "She dated Paul a couple of nights ago. They went to a movie and during the movie, she went down on him. Linda had gone down on Paul before. Remember, he was the one who told us she was so lousy? Anyway, he sure as hell noticed the difference in how she sucks a cock now, as well as her entire attitude about sex, compared to before, and he asked her where she'd learned. Without thinking, Linda had blurted out the whole story."
"And Paul is spreading it all over town, I suppose!" Christine snapped.
"Not all over, but he's told some friends of his. That's where I heard it - from some of the other guys," Bobby replied.
"And if it's already back to you, how long do you think it will take to hit your parents? Shit!" Christine cursed disgustedly.
"Maybe if we invited Paul to join us," Bobby suggested, "that would get him to keep quiet."
Christine knew it was hopeless, that once there was a trace of smoke someone would locate the fire, but perhaps Bobby's suggestion would help delay the spread of rumors, and avoid the disaster of the parents finding out.
"Why not? The more the merrier!" she replied. "The more hard pricks we have, the better it is for us girls! Ask him if he wants to party with us, Bobby." But in the rational part of her mind, she also knew that the risks were escalating the more that more people who were drawn into their little orgy club ...
Bobby promptly left to find Paul. Christine slipped into her swim suit to teach her two classes. Sitting on the edge of the pool supervising the swimmers, Christine tried to think seriously. This was one of the things that bothered her - she had no time to her-self! If she wasn't teaching swimming, she was fucking, sucking, or drinking with her sister!
There just didn't seem to be time to sit down and have a good talk with herself - to try to get a handle on this wild life-style she had fallen into ...
Christine felt that word spreading about their activities was most certainly the impending crisis that had been hanging over her. She reasoned that it probably had been from the very beginning. What she had been doing with younger people was not accepted behavior anywhere, and the thought of being discovered was, after all, a natural fear.
Chuck's letter to Carol had brought this into sharper focus for Christine. He was using the very threat of exposure to mould his outraged wife's anger to convenient compromise. Just the threat of exposure!
Christine realized that, somehow, she no longer really cared about herself or her own reputation. Her life, she suddenly realized, had been almost meaningless for some years. She had surrendered her identity to become a part of Larry's identity and life. And it was Larry, and Larry's future, that worried her! She had no right to destroy an innocent person's career and future!
In her subconscious mind, she had even considered running away. Before it became any worse, before it was a local neighborhood - or even the town - scandal, she would simply disappear and never be heard from again.
On the surface it seemed so simple! She would just leave town and everything would be forgotten.
But where would she go? What would she do? It was easy to think about starting all over, but actually doing it was another matter entirely! So the thought, ever present, remained in Christine's subconscious mind.
Looking ahead, Christine wondered how she would handle first the whisper campaign that would almost certainly begin, and then the actual confrontation! The thought sent chills running down her spine! As she had done all too often in her life, she would simply try to handle those problems when she was actually was confronted with them.
Christine climbed out of the pool after her last class and headed directly for the kitchen to pour herself a stiff rum and water. Carol was already there, finishing one can of beer and opening another.
"We've got to stop this stupid drinking!" Christine sighed, taking a long pull from the drink she had just prepared.
"I know," Carol agreed. "We've really screwed things up, haven't we?"
"In spades!" Christine replied. "I'm sorry I got you into all of this, Carol."
"Got me into it?" Carol said. "Come on, Christy, drop the responsible-party routine! I'm over twenty-one. I know what I'm doing. And if I didn't like it, I wouldn't do it! You're no more responsible than I am."
Christine watched her sister drain a can of beer in three long swigs. She drained her rum and water and made herself another, watching Carol open another beer.
"So what are we going to do?" Christine asked with a deep sigh.
"Well," Carol said bitterly, "I don't have much choice, do I? I'll give in and make an even split with Chuck - the lousy fag!"
"But how am I going to handle this situation here if it gets back to the parents?" Christine asked.
"I don't know, Christy," Carol replied sympathetically. "Maybe we can keep it from getting to the parents."
"Do you honestly think we can keep it entirely quiet?" Christine said. "When it was one guy alone, I had a chance. But the more that get involved, the greater the risk of exposure. It would be asking a miracle to keep this completely concealed now."
"Well, at least maybe its possible to keep it quiet long enough to figure out how to handle it," Carol sighed.
"I guess that's our only hope," Christine sighed, the welcome warmth of the alcohol now beginning to flow freely through her system.
"Look, Christy," Carol said, walking over to put her hand on her older sister's shoulder, "tomorrow we'll swear off the booze and do some serious thinking ~ okay?"
"Okay," Christine replied, making herself another, weaker rum and water, hoping that they would indeed do that, but also having a despairing feeling as to their ability to actually do so.
It was almost four o'clock when Bobby showed up with Paul in tow. Christine recognized immediately that Paul was slightly older than the others. He was already in college, while the others would not be starting 'til the fall. He was tall, a little under six feet, Christine guessed, and very handsome in a rugged, outdoor manner. He wore his dark brown hair in a rakish pony tail, and his features were sharp and rather attractive. He was slender, and Christine guessed correctly that he had played basketball in high school.
"Hi, Paul!" Christine greeted, surprised to hear the slurred thickness in her voice. Man, she thought - it was only four and she was already as high as a kite!
"Hi," Paul said self-consciously.
"Bobby has told us a lot about you," Christine remarked with a smile. "You're supposed to be quite some lover."
The boy smiled and blushed at the same time, awkwardly trying to find some place to put his dangling hands.
"I was disappointed to hear that stories about the little parties we have here are starting to get around. It seems a shame to stop having all this fun, don't you, but I guess we don't have much choice. We could get in trouble with a lot of people."
"Aw, gee, Christine," Bobby said. "None of our parents will find out!"
"Yeah," Paul said, "you don't have to worry about that! We can lean on the few other guys and stop the shit from flying "that."
"How?" Christine asked, patting the empty seat on the couch next to her to encourage Paul to sit down beside her.
"Well ..." Paul began, taking Christine's suggestion and sitting next to her on the sofa, "we ourselves can keep it a secret, and Bob, Ron and I will make damn sure that none of the others dare talk about it!"
"Would you do that?" Christine asked softly.
"You bet!" Paul said confidently.
Christine stared into Paul's dark eyes for a long moment and felt the temperature of her blood climb several degrees! He certainly was a handsome devil! She moved closer, pressing her thigh against Paul's and deliberately brushing her breast against his arm.
"That would be wonderful!" Christine said thickly. "Maybe you could join in on our little parties, Paul. You're such a tall, handsome man! But maybe we're too old for you ..."
"No," Paul said quickly. His prick was already straining against his slim jeans, in response to the x strong sexual intimations radiating from this beautiful and sensuous woman.
Christine smiled to herself as she slowly brought her lips to his and locked their mouths together in a hungry, passionate embrace. "Let's seal that with a kiss," she breathed.
The moment she darted her probing tongue into the youth's warm mouth, Christine's hand dropped into his Paul's lap. She began rubbing her palm over his straining cock, then unbuttoned his fly and slid her fingers inside to wrestle his stiffened cock free of his clothing.
What Christine felt in her hand surprised her! Paul was hung better than many older men! His prick was long and thick, and as hard as tempered steel. She stroked it gently, teasing him with both her hand and her mouth, until she felt a firm pulsing along his moist shaft.
"Gee, it's warm in here!" Christine remarked seductively when their lips parted.
"Yeah!" the Paul agreed excitedly.
"Help me get out of this swim suit" she said, turning her back so he could unsnap the top of her two-piece suit with fumbling fingers. Then she slipped it off her shoulders and turned back to face the amazed young man with her full breasts completely exposed to his bulging eyes.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked in a shy little girl voice that surprised even her.
"You bet!" Paul replied enthusiastically. "I like your prick, too," she replied softly, reaching over to grasp the swollen tip of his member in her palm. "Why don't you get out of those clothes, Paul? I feel like having a little fun."
Christine had to restrain a girlish giggle that threatened to erupt from her husky throat! She was intoxicated on a combination of alcohol and sex! Her brain seemed to be swimming through tall waves of brightly colored clouds! She glanced over to see Carol undressing Bobby. She watched her younger sister free Bobby's erect joint from his shorts to slip it into her mouth. Then she watched Bobby struggle to undress Carol while she held his prick in her mouth and sucked him slowly.
Her eyes darted back to the new guy as he dropped his jeans and underpants and then pulled his shirt over his head. His body was lean, without an ounce of fat on it, and his muscles seemed to ripple teasingly before the rapidly heating woman's eyes!
In a warm, euphoric haze, Christine reached out and affectionately took Paul's hard dong in her hands. She fondled him, massaged his excited skin, played with his pulsing balls. Then she pulled him to her and guided his long, thick cock to her lips to begin kissing, teasing, licking, and sucking him.
Once again, everything seemed to be happening in bits and fragments, like slow motion or a series of still frames in a movie. Christine couldn't seem to concentrate on anything for any duration. She loved having his pulsing organ in her mouth, but she had no idea how long she sucked him. She delighted in the way his firm, strong hands explored her body, caressing her excited flesh and kneading her breasts until she was moaning with desire.
She wanted to feel his face buried in her pussy, but she knew that Paul was far too aroused to please her that way. Instinct told her what he wanted, and she wanted the same thing!
"Fuck me, Paul!" she whispered explicitly in his ear, darting her pointed tongue inside to tease him. "Stick that big cock of yours in my cunt! She slithered her body beneath his, holding his penis in her hand and guiding it to her juicy pussy. She spread her legs and placed the blood-engorged head of his throbbing, quivering, shaft against the sensitive opening to her vagina.
"Fuck me!" she urged in a hoarse whisper. "Shove it to me!"
Paul needed no urging! He was so hot he was afraid he'd pop his nuts before he ever got it in her hole!
"AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh!" Christine gasped when she felt his long hard shaft penetrate the very core of her being as he lunged forward to the depth of her womb.
"Hey!" Carol called playfully across the room as Bobby knelt between her legs and prepared to mount her. "Save some for me! I've got seconds on that handsome new man!"
Christine ignored her sister and gave herself over to the fire that was consuming her thirsting, thirty-six-year-old body! She could feel every inch of his prick inside her. The walls of her vagina expanded to wrap around the hot pole so delightfully impaling her body. She flipped her legs up around his narrow waist and locked her heels behind his pumping buttocks. Placing her arms around his neck, she held onto him and pressed his chest against her breasts and began riding him.
"OH! That's so gooooood!" Christine whispered in his ear when he drove his hard cock deep into her womb. She loved the way he worked his hard-on up and down the length of her vaginal track! She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, and she contracted her vaginal muscles to grip his surging member firmly as their bodies began bouncing up and down on the hard cushions of the sofa.
Christine's mind drifted, alternating between a sharp focus on what was happening to her with Paul's prick lancing her body with long, exciting strokes and the sweet relaxing euphoric mist that surrounded her. She ground her hips against the couch and crushed her clitoris beneath his jerking pelvis.
Her body shuddered and her scalp tingled when she felt his cock explode to send thick rivers of scalding hot sex cream into her vagina. Her cries were mixed with his masculine groans as she screwed her way up the length of his cock with a tremendous, mind-bending orgasm that brought tears flowing from her eyes ...
The pieces of the puzzle were scattered willy-nilly in the distraught woman's confused, alcohol-numbed brain. She remembered watching Carol climb on top of Paul's cock and ride it like a Derby contender. She remembered kneeling with Bobby behind her and being fucked all the way across the den floor.
It was the wildest afternoon of her life! Christine had at least five climaxes, but she couldn't grasp them other than in bits and pieces! She remembered the sinking feeling she experienced when the two young men had to leave to go home. Why did the black shadow reach out for her at that moment? It seemed so close now!
Christine and Carol continued drinking and got rip-roaring drunk that night. Christine drank herself insensible and fell dead asleep on the john. At some point she managed to make it into the bedroom to collapse on the bed.
Chapter Twelve
The phone rang seven times before she managed to reach out and pull the receiver to her ear. Her wrist watch told her it was six-thirty!
"Hello?" she stammered.
"Christy? It's Larry! Did I wake you up?"
"Yes," she replied, shaking her head in an effort to rouse her brain.
"I'm sorry, honey, but I have to get down to the factory and this is important ..."
"Larry, when are you coming home?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't catch the desperation in her voice.
"That's what I'm calling about, honey," Larry said on the phone. "Now listen carefully. We have a big, important decision to make."
"What?" Christine asked, wishing the throbbing pain in her head would ease for even a moment.
"I've been offered a big opportunity," Larry said excitedly. It's a long story, Christy, but I've been offered a partnership in a small dealership up here. The money is about the same, but within five years my stock in the dealership could be worth plenty. It's a real opportunity for us! What do you think?"
"Gosh, Larry," Christine replied cautiously, "I don't know. What do YOU think?"
"Well, I've thought it over a lot the last few days, and I think I'd be a fool to pass it up. The problem is that we would have to move up here. And, in a sense, it would be like starting all over. We'd have to make new friends, buy a house, the whole thing."
"Larry," Christine said with her heart skipping a beat, "that sounds exciting."
"You wouldn't mind starting all over?"
"Darling, I'd love it!" Christine replied enthusiastically.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm positive, Larry darling!" "Great," he said excitedly. "Maybe you'd better hear the rest of it, though."
"The rest?" she asked.
"They want me right away, Christy. If I accept, I have to start work on Monday morning. That means you would have to handle everything there ~ put the house up for sale, arrange for movers to haul our furniture up here ~ everything ..."
"I don't mind!" Christine cried with joy.
"Honestly, Larry, I don't mind! You tell me what to do, and I'll get it done."
"Okay, sweetheart," Larry said. "You're one helluva wife! Got a pencil and paper?"
Christine put the phone down on the bed and ran to the den to get a pencil and note pad. She flew back to the bedroom and cradled the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she wrote down Larry's instructions. She interrupted him with questions to make sure she understood all the details as she covered two pages of the pad with notes.
"The important thing," Larry concluded, "is to sell that acreage we bought outside of town. I'll need that money for my stock investment in the dealership. Our best bet is to have my realtor friend in the capital offer the property, so you should drive up there as soon as you can."
"I'll go today, darling," Christine said joyously. "And let's talk again tonight in case I have more questions. Will you call me?"
"You call me," he suggested, "because you don't know what time you'll get back, and I definitely will be here in the motel all evening."
Although Christine was floating on a cloud thousands of feet above the ground, her body was in miserable condition! Her stomach churned and her head throbbed with pounding pain! She went out to the kitchen and put a pot of coffee on.
Oh, to start all over again - to get out of this crazy alcohol and sex life-style and return to reality.
This was the answer to her dreams - the end of her nightmare! She would sell the house and join Larry where they would start all over! The neighbors could go fuck themselves!
She took a sip of the hot coffee and felt her stomach cramp with pulsating nausea and pain. And her headache was so intense it almost made her dizzy! She had to hold on to the counter for a long moment to keep her balance.
A thought nagged at her. Now that she had become so dependent on sex, lots of sex, how could she get on with Larry, who's physical interest in her had declined so terribly? She'd have to rekindle his sexual desires, or maybe just have to settle for much less sex. But that didn't matter! It was a small price to pay! Nothing mattered now that she was free! It seemed too good to be true. Gosh, I didn't dream it, did I, she thought. She wanted to run back to the bedroom and call Larry to be sure it really was true! Lately her mind had been as fuzzy as a fresh peach and she had trouble separating dreams from reality.
Where was that black cloud that had been following her? There it was, far away in the distance. It had retreated, but why was it still there at all? Why hadn't it completely disappeared, vanished, disintegrated? Her problems were now over, weren't they?
"How in the world can you smile like that so early in the morning?" Carol moaned, as she walked unsteadily into the kitchen. "I feel perfectly awful!"
"So do I!" Christine replied in a bright voice.
"Well, you certainly don't sound so terribly bad!" Carol groaned. "We must have set some kind of record yesterday! I haven't had a hangover like this in years! Will the coffee stay down?"
"I don't know," Christine replied, bringing the cup to her mouth and taking a deep swallow. The minute the coffee reached her stomach, she retched in a series of dry heaves that left her weak.
"You're in as bad shape as I am," Carol commented. "I think we'd both better take a hair of the dog."
"I don't think I could keep it down!" Christine replied, holding onto the kitchen counter for support.
"It's probably the only thing that will stay down," Carol commented, reaching for the half-filled bottle of rum and taking a long swig from the neck.
"Here."
Christine accepted the bottle and held her breath as she brought it to her lips. She had vowed to swear off, but somehow she had to pull herself together for all the things she had to do! She took a long swallow and gasped as the burning liquid seared her throat and stomach.
"Better?" Carol asked, reaching for the bottle again.
"Yes," Christine said softly when the burning sensation faded.
"It always works. A couple of shots and your hangover is gone."
Christine felt the pounding in her head ease as she watched her younger sister take a second long swig from the bottle. She had never done this before, but Christine could rationalize that it didn't matter as long as she could pull herself together and get to work on the thousand and one things she had to accomplish. In a desperate attempt to ease her tortured body, she took the bottle from Carol and took another long drink, letting the fire sweep through her.
"Who called?" Carol asked. "I heard the phone and thought you'd never answer it!"
"Then it wasn't a dream!" Christine cried excitedly. Slowly, she told her sister all about Larry's call and their decision to move away.
Carol shared her sister's new excitement. "Oh, Christy! That's wonderful! You see? I told you everything would work itself out! Oh, I'm so happy for you, honey! Now you and Larry have a chance to start all over."
"I'm so lucky!" Christine sighed, bringing the rum bottle to her lips for a last swig. "There's so much to do! I think I'll drive up to the realtors first and get them started selling the farm we bought."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Carol asked.
"Would you call the movers and get an estimate on how much they'll charge to move us to Detroit? They have to come out and look at the furniture and all, and I have to tell Larry how much it will be when I talk to him tonight."
"Sure," Carol responded.
"Want some breakfast?"
"Let me scramble some eggs," Carol suggested, "while you shower and dress. I think I can handle something to eat now."
"Okay," Christine smiled.
Christine showered and dressed in her most conservative outfit. She realized she was starving when she sat down to breakfast with Carol, and she devoured two eggs, four strips of bacon, and three pieces of toast.
"I probably won't be back much before dinner," she told Carol when they walked out to the car. "I'll call you when I get ready to leave the realtors. I wish this damned headache would go away!"
"Take another snort," Carol suggested. "I'll open another bottle while you start the car."
Christine had the motor running when Carol returned with the rum. She took a generous swallow, but refused Carol's suggestion to take the rest with her.
"Thank heavens it's all over," she sighed to Carol as she put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. She waved again to Carol, then turned the car toward the old road to the capital.
Christine was thankful she had chosen the old road instead of the freeway. Traffic was light, and she cruised along at a conservative fifty miles an hour. She felt flushed, and she knew she was a little high from the rum, but she was so happy she felt like singing!
Suddenly the sky turned dark, and Christine stopped singing to pay closer attention to the road. How could the sky turn dark when there wasn't a cloud in sight? She wracked her brain for an answer and suddenly remembered that an eclipse was due. That must be it, she told herself, relaxing her hands on the wheel. It'll be over in a minute or two.
The speedometer climbed steadily to
eighty miles an hour as Christine relaxed and sang happily. The sky became so black she reached down to the dashboard to turn her lights on. As she did, the speeding car veered out into the opposite lane. And at that moment a huge oil-tanker trunk came around the bend ... In her last few seconds, Christine was only aware of the black cloud swooping down to engulf her in its warm folds. She died on impact, and did not see her car roll seven times and then explode in a ball of bright orange flame.
Chapter Thirteen
The funeral was held on Sunday, a hot, windy day when people were anxious to tend to their yards, visit relatives and friends on nearby farms, and generally do anything but attend a burial.
In spite of these other demands on their time, a small crowd gathered at the grave side. Most were dressed in black, which accounted for the perspiration forming uncomfortably on a number of foreheads, and the services were kept brief.
The Wilsons were there. Carter Wilson seemed more depressed than his wife and son, but he managed to successfully conceal the reason for his grief.
The Andersons were there, properly somber even though Mr. Anderson kept glancing at his watch. Ronnie Anderson cried openly, unable to conceal his feelings, as well as Linda or Bobby.
Mrs. Loud was there, feeling it was expected of her, and hoping she might fasten onto some new gossip. She had heard the vague rumors circulating in the neighborhood the week before, but she had been unable to come by anything she could sink her teeth into. And now the opportunity for a juicy scandal had escaped them all.
Larry Gorman stood next to Carol, listening but not paying any real attention to the preacher's final words. He had mourned privately when Carol called him with the news that fateful night. Although he recognized that his marriage had been under stress for the past few years, Larry had come to believed they could have made a go of it by starting fresh in a new city.
Turning, with Carol still at his side, Larry began accepting the condolences as the small crowd started leaving. His responses were mechanical, but he wanted them to know he appreciated their concern. Finally the crowd had melted away. Larry and Carol were left alone beside the grave. The Wilson family was standing a discreet distance away and the rest had left.
"You look like you need a drink," Larry said softly to Carol.
"Thanks, Larry," Carol replied, "but I'm on the wagon - permanently!"
"Look, you had problems of your own - and then this. Nobody blames you for hitting the bottle a little," Larry said kindly.
"It's not that," Carol sighed. "I guess it's just time I grew up and faced life."
"Few people ever really do, you know," Larry offered.
"Maybe not, but I'm going to give it the old college try," Carol smiled.
"Are you going back to Chuck?"
"Good heavens, no!" Carol said with a bitter laugh. "I don't have to live with a queer to face life, Larry!"
"Just asking, Carol," Larry commented sympathetically. "We've both been through a lot recently, and I wondered what you were going to do."
"How about you?" Carol asked as they began walking slowly back up the drive.
"Oh, I think I'll go ahead with my new job," he sighed. "Turning back now wouldn't help anything. And I don't think it will be good for me to stay here and constantly be reminded of..."
"Christy would have wanted you to go on," Carol cried, "She was so happy and excited about the change."
"Was she really?" Larry asked.
"Yes, Larry, she really was. I know for sure that she had been going through some kind of a personal hell lately, and this was the answer to her dream."
"You two were very close, weren't you?" Larry asked.
"Only for the past few weeks, actually," Carol sighed. "Nobody will ever know how really close we were these past two weeks. We shared everything!"
"I gathered that," Larry said slowly. "You know, you and Chrissy are - were - much alike in so many ways. Oh well ... Carol, I'm going to need some help. I'm supposed to start my new job tomorrow and all of the loose ends here have to be tied up and put away." "I know."
"And I've been wondering if you ... well, if you would want to share in, behalf of Christy, in this whole new life we were to start ..."
"Share in her husband, too?"
"Well, maybe even that ..." Larry replied carefully.
"Larry Gorman! Are you propositioning me?"
"Well ... I mean ..." Larry stammered.
"Only minutes after we buried Christy?" she said with pretended indignation. Then she burst into almost hysterical laughter, bringing tears to her eyes. She covered her face with her gloved hands so that the Wilson family standing discreetly on the other side of the drive couldn't see, and would think she had dissolved into tears of anguish.
"Look, Carol... I mean - please... For Pete's sake, Carol! What's so damned funny? I didn't mean..."
"Yes you did Larry Gorman! And what's so funny is that I was thinking the very same wonderful thought! Maybe you can't understand this, but Christy would be overjoyed to see the two of us screwing ourselves silly right after her funeral!"
"I ... I don't understand ..." Larry said with a faltering voice.
Carol leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Knock off the shit, Larry," she said softly. "I can see your hard-on pressing against your pants! Come on, let's see if we can pick up the bits and pieces of our damn lives and begin having a ball!"
Carol linked her arm in his and they fell into step as they walked toward the waiting black limo. As they crossed the drive, Mrs. Wilson approached them.
"I just wanted you both to know how sorry I am," Mrs. Wilson said in a gushy voice.
"Thank you," Larry replied automatically. "She was so young!" Mrs. Wilson persisted. "And so pretty! And Christine was a kind woman - you know, she was absolutely wonderful with young people!"
It was all Carol could do, but she managed to keep a straight face.
"Yes," Carol said softly, "Christy was marvelous with them all."
"She certainly had a knack," Mrs. Wilson sighed.
"Yes, Christy was good with them," Carol said enigmatically as she held onto Larry's arm and walked toward the black limousine.
