Miss Manley, a 30-year-old, tall, attractive woman was a governess for the twins, Erich and Victor the intellectual erotic. One day on being caught in a menage a quatre with another man and her two apt pupils, she is thrown from the house.
Erich and Victor, however, sustain their passion for Miss Manley, and follow her lead to the penthouse apartment of John Waters. This man makes his money from a stud-farm for young children.
The story of Miss Manley's rise to notoriety as the instructress in the arts of love, and of her proteges is one of the enjoyment of carnality. Indeed, in terms of the molding of young children to carry out the whims and desires of their elders, it is a book not to be missed.
The whole story at the stud farm by the towns is topped by the erotic circus-a spectacle of all the exotic positions and fantasies that one could ever want to see. Many people want to see it, too! What with the flying fucking trapeze erections and ejaculations at will, and the Circle of Sexual delight, there is necessarily a huge orgiastic crowd to go with it. Girls, wheeled around on little tables dispense champagne from their cunts, and fun is had by all!
CHAPTER ONE
When the time came for Victor and Erich to leave the womb, they had become such close friends that neither wanted to exit first and leave the other behind. The doctors had to cut their screaming and writhing mother Caesarian style to deliver the two headstrong twins. The powerful bond of friendship between the two brothers, however, was not damaged by their rude entrance into the real world. They grew up together as an inseparable pair. By the time they were 13 they were handsome, athletic and wholly innocent-but eager to learn.
The age of 13 had special significance in the lives of Erich and Victor: it was the year they learned about Miss Manley. Miss Manley was the family governess. She was an attractive young woman of 30 who kept her shapely figure concealed behind squarely-cut outfits and kept her long golden hair tied up in a bun at the back. Mrs. Stern kept her on to cook and clean. The boys no longer needed a governess, but Mrs. Stern, a divorced professional, didn't have the time to look after the day to day chores.
One day, while the boys were playing catch in the back yard, there was a knock at the door. Miss Manley, alone in the house, answered. A tall man with a beard stood in the doorway.
"Miss Manley?" he asked.
"Yes," Miss Manley replied cautiously.
"I'm a friend of John Waters," he continued.
"Oh, of course, won't you come in," Miss Manley said, opening the door and ushering him in. She noted his finely cut suit and his well manicured hands. She thought he must be well off, but then John never sent any other kind.
"Can I get you a drink?" she asked, as she led him by the arm to the couch. "Thanks, scotch."
"Scotch-a man's drink. I never drink anything but gin," she said as she poured two drinks, then came and sat next to him on the couch close enough for her thigh to lightly rest against his.
"A toast," she said, "A toast to John Waters and the advance payment plan."
The man smiled, downed his drink in one gulp, then took a tan leather wallet from his coat pocket and removed a crisp $50 bill. Miss Manley took his wrist in one hand, took the dollar bill with the other and then moved his hand to her thigh. The man smiled again. He began to move his hand along the inside of her leg and as his hand disappeared behind the hem of her dress, Miss Manley suddenly jumped up. She looked him square in the eyes with her own wide blue eyes and motioned him to follow as she walked towards a door at the far end of the room He rose and held his briefcase in front of his growing erection. , The door opened onto a long hallway that led to Miss Manley's room, a room she had decorated herself. Miss Manley locked the door after the man entered, and she led him in the dark to the dimly lit room opening at the end of the hall. When they arrived at the room, she lowered a curtain that covered the entrance and they stood in a small room covered in chocolate brown carpeting with mirrors inset in the walls.
Miss Manley walked to the far wall and knelt down so that the man could see the crease at the base of her shapely behind.
"Won't you help me with this?" she asked, pointing to two walnut handles protruding from the wall.
The man came and they pulled together. A huge bed with satin sheets rolled out of the wall. She looked up at him, ran her fingers over his chest to his face, then took two handfuls of beard and pulled him down onto her on the bed.
It was at this point that Erich and Victor halted their baseball game. They decided to break for a drink and went into the house.
"I'm gonna check her door," Erich said and walked from the kitchen while Victor poured two lemonades.
"She's in there and it's locked," Victor announced rushing back into the kitchen. He took a hasty drink of lemonade, then asked, "Do you have the key?"
Erich produced a shiny new key from his pocket and the twins looked at each other with michievious grins. They giggled as they walked to Miss Manley's door. Erich inserted the key and quietly turned it. The hall was pitch black. They stalked up the hall on the tips of their sneakers, side by side, as they approached the curtain. It had two parts in it, and each boy stationed himself at one. Simultaneously they opened a slight crack in the curtain and simultaneously caught their breath up at the astonishing sight. From their position in the hall they looked directly up Miss Manley's writhing thighs that pointed like an arrowhead to her moist pink vagina covered with fine blonde hair.
The twins experienced a simultaneous reaction, an instinctual reaction: the blood rushed, raced from all parts of their bodies into their penises, so fast that it left their brains momentarily drained and both swooned, falling headfirst into the room. Miss Manley yelped as she jumped backwards, hitting her head against the wall. The bearded man, who was in the act of removing his trousers, caught his leg in the pants leg, tripped and fell onto the bed, striking Miss Manley in the ear with his hardened penis.
CHAPTER TWO
He jumped up, Miss Manley sat up, and the boys scrambled to their feet. They all stood for a second staring at one another, and then Miss Manley let out a laugh, so the boys laughed, and finally the man broke out in laughter. The laughter gradually diminished to giggles, and Miss Manley asked with a sly smile, "Well, what do you two rats want, as if I didn't know."
"We only wanted to watch," Victor offered.
"If you don't let us, we'll tell mother," Erich continued.
"I gathered as much," Miss Manley said. "I agree."
"But I sure as hell don't agree," the man announced.
"What difference does it make to you?" Miss Manley said. "Or are you such a horrible screw that you're afraid to be seen doing it in front of two 13 year old boys?"
The man looked confused.
"Come here, then," she said, "You won't notice those two at all. Not at all."
He hesitated' a moment, then removed his pants and stood with his hands on his waist. Miss Manley noticed for the first time his huge limp prick. He took a step towards the bed and the instrument swung between his legs like a jelly-filled tube. Miss Manley estimated that it would be a good foot long when it got hard, and the thought of the stiff prod penetrating deeper and deeper inside her made her moan and she reached down to feel her still fresh cunt. The lips had become moist thinking about the coming pleasure.
He stood at the foot of the bed with hands on his waist while Erich and Victor positioned themselves on either side of the bed, looking on in round-eyed wonder. Miss Manley knelt on the end of the bed and placed her hands on his chest. He looked down the glorious cleft between her tits at her glistening golden bush.
He brought his hands up under her plump breasts and felt their smooth texture, running his hand up towards the nipples that stood straight up. He rolled the nipples between his fingers like pebbles and Miss Manley dug her long fingernails into his chest and then let them run lightly down his abdomen until she traced a circle around the base of his shaft with the tip of her pinky fingernail.
The blood shot to his penis and she took it in her hand, placing it against her cheek. She felt the powerful veins pumping and the soft, caressable prick growing stiffer and stiffer. She caressed it more fiercely, rubbing it against her cheeks, her forehead, her chin, finally kissing the throbbing head softly, running her tongue over each half of the red-purple head. One hand held the shaft firmly at the top, the other travelled down to the base to caress his storehouse. Inside the coarse pouch were two enormous globes. "They must be the size of oranges!" Miss Manley thought with astonishment.
Erich and Victor squirmed at their posts beside the bed, and their small but respectable pricks strained against the jeans they were wearing. Each put a hand down firmly on his lap and pressed closer to the bed.
Miss Manley grabbed the man's burgeoning shaft with both hands and began easing it into her mouth. An inch disappeared, then another and still another until more than half of the gigantic prick disappeared down her throat. He placed his hands on her head, brushed her hair back, and held her startled face still as he forced still more of his prick down her throat. She shut her eyes tightly and squeezed his balls tightly. He released her head and she eased back slowly until the entire prod stood stiffly exposed again. She pressed it to her cheek, kissed the head, dropped kisses down the length of the shaft, kissed his pouch, took it in her mouth and sucked gently on one ball. She then reversed the process until her lips were again poised at the tip of his shaft.
She ran her tongue around the head, took it into her mouth, sucked it ferociously, then began sliding his prick in and out of her mouth, shoving it deeper each time. He began swaying rhythmically with her movements. Beside the bed, Erich and Victor began swaying as well. They clutched frantically to the bed with one hand and to the lumps in their pants with the other. Suddenly Miss Manley grabbed the man's waist and pulled him into her throat until her lips kissed the coarse hair of his groin. He threw his head back with a groan and his body jolted forward and back as he came gushing into Miss Manley's throat. At the sides of the bed, the two boys sat up stiff-backed as each discharged into his pants.
When it was over, Miss Manley eased him down onto the bed beside her and he lay panting along with the twins. She stroked his chest, smiling and waiting.
His penis had not had time to go limp when she stroked its beautiful length and caressed his warm pouch.
"You're marvelous!" she whispered, and he smiled, rolled towards her and brought his lips upon hers. They came together in a gentle embrace.
He ran his hands along her shapely thighs, grasping a handful of her firm ass. She was already aroused, and when his fingers stroked her cunt, they found a warm, moist well. He broke the embrace, spread her legs, and brought his tongue down to the lowest part of her cunt. He made a long, coarse stroke up her opening, gathering a tongueful of her juices as he went. She squirmed involuntarily. Suddenly he stopped and stared hard at Victor, and then at Erich.
"Come up here!" he commanded Victor.
CHAPTER THREE
Victor looked timidly towards Erich and Erich nodded timid approval. Victor climbed upon the bed and knelt with the man between Miss Manley's splayed legs.
"Watch what I do," he said as he ran his palm along her belly and down her bush. When his palm passed the lips of her cunt, he let his middle finger slide through the juices, and with a smooth return motion eased it into her warmth. She responded with a lunge, then fell back and closed her eyes. He ran his finger in and out and around the rim of her opening, and she responded with gyrating motions.
"Now you try," the man said.
Victor placed a trembling palm on Miss Manley's belly. She opened her eyes, smiled up at him, and took his wrist in her hand to guide it down. His young and inexperienced hands touched her lightly in a manner that she had all but forgotten. She settled her head back on the pillow and whispered, "That's wonderful, Victor. Please keep on."
Victor stroked the soft hair on her mound. He felt the roundness of her cunt. He ran his palm down its length and followed it with his middle finger, which to his surprise was almost sucked into her as it approached. He was amazed at the size of the opening and he ran his finger all around the rim, massaging her delicate lips as he went. She rocked with the motion of his hand, and when he plunged the finger deep into her hot center, she lunged up to meet it. She was like a bundle of sensors, so that everywhere he touched she had a motion in response that increased her pleasure.
"Enough Victor, now Erich," the man said.
Erich was struggling to get up because he had a hard-on.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of," Miss Manley said. She reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt; he offered no resistance. His prick stood straight up when she peeled his jeans and underwear off him. He had a light fuzz of golden brown hair at his crotch.
"It's beautiful," she said, and kissed its blood-filled head. "Now you Erich," she said and began undressing him. They sat naked beside her finally, identical twins down to the last detail. She let out a laugh and grabbed a penis in each hand.
Victor and Erich squirmed playfully to escape her grasp, but she held tight. She motioned them to lay on either side of her with their pricks pointing towards her. She let her legs drop lazily over the end of the bed. She was positioned so her rump rested on the edge of the bed, and her silky thighs were moist and opened wide, waiting. She saw the man go to the end of the bed, kneel down, and then she jumped as his tongue dove violently into her. She simultaneously clamped down on the pricks prodding her cheeks.
She licked and stroked and rubbed the two young boys she held in her hands while she writhed to alternate sucking and licking being performed on her now sopping pussy. He thrust his tongue deep into her and she closed her legs tight around his head as he licked elegantly the inner walls of her vagina. When she parted her legs slightly his tongue ran along her insides until it came to her button-like clit, where the tongue lingered with a smooth rotating pressure. She writhed and thrust a prick into her mouth: it was Erich who jumped at the sensation.
She spread her legs as wide as possible and as he buried his face in her she grabbed Erich's firm young ass and drove him into her mouth. After the man's gargantuan prick, Erich's young 6 inches seemed like nothing, and she drove him on with her sharp fingernails until she had all of him in her mouth, balls included. The man had buried himself so deep that his lips touched her clit and he sucked it and kissed it to her ecstatic delight.
She pulled Erich from her by a handful of ass and then shoved Victor into her mouth, repeating the process for him. The twins clung to her, stroking her tits and fondling her hardened nipples. The man pulled his face back, caught his breath, shifted position and brought his stiff shaft up towards her pulsating pussy. He let the head rest on her moist lips a moment and then inserted it slightly so she could feel its width. He began sliding it slowly into her so she would experience its full length. She moaned and lurched as it probed deeper and deeper. She made the twins press close so she could grab both pricks and thrust them together into her hungry mouth.
She felt a huge prick forced deeper inside her than she had ever experienced, but the pain was so exotically exquisite that she thrust herself up against it to feel still more. The shaft responded as if it knew and seemed to expand even more and the man lunged forward harder and faster. She suddenly screamed, stiffling it to a moan by forcing both bursting pricks into her throat. Then a chain reaction of explosions shook the bed as first Erich, then Victor came squirting into her mouth. She gulped air and come as she crashed her thighs into the man. An enormous explosion erupted in an up to this time unknown region of her vagina as he banged himself against her in a gushing orgasm. Come spurted on and on and came trickling from the sides of her mouth and from her overfull vaginal cavern.
When the rumblings subsided, they all collapsed into a heap on the bed, a tangle of spent eroticism. Somewhere, beyond the hazy-brained panting drifted what sounded like a human voice, a shriek. They all wearily turned their gaze towards the curtain. In front of the curtain stood the twins' mother.
"My Goodness!" Mrs. Stern shrieked.
CHAPTER FOUR
"You!" she shouted, pointing to the man. "I don't know who you are, but get out of here or I'll have you arrested. Now!"
The tone of her voice was so sharp that he immediately sprang from the bed, gathered his clothes, and ran from the room.
"And you two!" she shouted, pointing to the twins, "Get your tails to your room and stay there!"
Erich and Victor raced from the room, snatching their clothes as they went.
"And you," she said, staring a death stare at Miss Manley, "I want you out of here by tonight."
Miss Manley looked Mrs. Stern over from her horn--rimmed glasses to her plain black pumps. She considered the possibility of swinging the argument to her side. She knew Mrs. Stern as well as anyone did, and she knew her weak "spots. What could she lose by trying?
"Isn't that a bit soon? By tonight, I mean," Miss Manley asked.
"What the hell do you mean, 'A bit soon'!" Mrs. Stern retorted. "You come in here and rape my sons, have sex with a strange man in their presence, disrupt their entire psychological welfare, possibly for life, and you say 'a bit soon'!"
"First of all, I did not rape your sons, they requested, insisted upon it. Secondly, that man was no stranger than any other man; in fact, he was quite marvelous in a way I think even you might appreciate. And third, for a psychologist, you sure don't understand young male psychology," Miss Manley smiled sweetly as she finished her reply.
Mrs. Stern was a bit flustered, but managed to respond. "Don't you tell me about psychology."
"Truly I wouldn't," Miss Manley answered, as she thought, "I've got her."
"You're a psychologist and a doctor, Mrs.
Stern, and I don't know much about that, I admit. All I know is what I feel and I follow those feelings. It's always been that way for me. Is that unhealthy?"
"No, of course not," Mrs. Stern replied.
"Well, maybe this is hard for you to understand, but I enjoy sex, all kinds of sex. I think that's what I was born for. Look at me. Don't you think I have a beautiful body?"
Mrs. Stern looked at the naked body of Miss Manley, her rich full breasts, slender waist, long, sleek thighs. Mrs. Stern nodded and mumbled something in confusion.
"And I've never found anything dirty about sex, any kind. I thought I might be able to teach that to the twins. And they're certainly eager to learn, although I know that sounds a little silly. But really, if for example they're eager to learn about chemistry, you give them more information, don't you? Well, why should sex be any different?
"I learned about it when I was 12. You know what happened? I saw a man with his hand up a girl's dress in the park. So I asked my father, and he told me. He told me, and I asked questions and he told me more. Then it occurred to me, father must be the same as all the other men, so I asked him if it was true, and he said it was. So I said, "Can I see what yours looks like?"
Well, he was startled and didn't know what to say.
"No it's not right that way."
"But aren't you the same as all the other men?" I asked.
"Sufficiently so," he said, just like that. I asked him what he meant by that word, "sufficient," but he just said, "never you mind."
"He said he never considered showing himself to his daughter, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't really think of a good answer why not. So we went back into his bedroom and he dropped his pants and sat on the bed. I remember that it looked like an enormous thing, but I saw bigger before too long. Anyway, he took it out and told me all about it and then let me hold it. It was soft and limp, but the longer I held it and played with it the bigger and harder it got. He told me why that was and how it happened when you touched it. I asked him what it felt like to put that in a woman and he said it felt like nothing else. I asked him what it felt like for a woman to have it inside of her and he said he didn't really know, so I asked if he would put it inside me, and he said, no, that I was too young and too small still, but that when I got older he would. Then he said how it always felt good to put it in a woman's mouth, so I asked if I could put it in mine, and he said I could.
"So I sat down in front of him and put it into my mouth. It felt funny, like hard sausage, I remember. He said I was supposed to make it real wet with spit and suck on it, and blow on it also. So I started to suck and blow and he made a moan. I asked was I hurting him, and he said, no, that I was making him feel so good it hurt. He told me to put my hands on it and rub softly, and when the hot juice squirted he told me to swallow it all. I didn't know what he meant, but I kept on stroking and sucking.
"Well, he started breathing heavy, really panting, and it scared me a little, but I kept on and then he stiffened up, shoved himself into my throat, and there was an incredible splash of sticky warmth running down my throat, then another, another, and still more. It was all I could do to swallow as fast as my wonderful old man came.
"Anyway, we kept that up for about a year, and I started to develop real fast. By the time I was 13 I had tits like a girl five years older. I tried to get the boys in school to let me suck them off, but they were all ashamed and afraid. So I just did with daddy every now and then.
"One day, Saturday morning, mom had gone shopping and I was lying in bed watching TV.
I liked to sleep naked, and I was lying there naked when daddy came in. He asked how I was, and I said fine, and I asked if he would like me to suck him off. He said to take the blankets off to let him look at me. I did, and he looked me up and down. Then he said, this was the day, the time was here for me to learn. Oh, it made me feel so happy. I got up and undressed daddy, and I didn't have to play with his prick because it was already hard.
He ran his fingers all over my body, and then he started rubbing my bush, and it started to get warm and wet. Then he took his little finger and pushed it into my cunt. Oh the feeling of that prod! I can still remember it now. He rubbed it all around, then changed to his index finger, then to his middle finger. He went around and around inside me, then he touched my clit and I thought I would faint, but I just lay back and let him do what he wanted.
He put his prick against my cunt, and said that it was going to hurt, but that it was only because it was the first time and the more I did it after, the better it would get. Then he started to push it in, and it was so big it felt like he was ripping me wide open. He got in a short ways, then couldn't go any more, so he ran it in and out until we were both panting, and suddenly he hollered and drove it into me and it felt like someone stabbed me and I cried and cried."
Miss Manley stopped and looked at Mrs. Stern, who was breathing heavily. Mrs. Stern tried to hide her arousal.
"You feel it too," Miss Manley said. You're a woman, the same as me. Only you show it in a different way, that's all. I like it, so I do it."
Miss Manley eyed Mrs. Stern for a moment.
"I'm going to tell you everything," Miss Manley said.
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Stern asked.
"I'm going to tell you who that man was. That man was $50 to me."
"A whore!" Mrs. Stern shrieked.
"A woman of pleasure," Miss Manley replied. "I do it because I like it and because it is what I do best, just the same as you."
"This is too much," Mrs. Stern announced.
"As far as your twins are concerned," Miss Manley continued, "they are two handsome and sexy young men. They can either enjoy sex, as I do, or they can be ashamed of it, like you."
Mrs. Stern sat silent for a few moments. She had been hit in her weak spot, her own sexual attitude. She felt confused. She would have to think about what Miss Manley had said, weigh it against what she knew from her own experience and study. She certainly didn't want her sons to grow up sour on sex as she was. She had always been afraid of it, and she knew it came from all the secrecy that her parents used to put on it at home. She remembered how guilty she felt when she first did it in college. The shame was worse than the pain. But Miss Manley didn't feel any shame at all. She would have to think about all what Miss Manley had said.
"You can stay the night," Mrs. Stern said. "But I want you out of here by tomorrow evening."
Miss Manley smiled. She knew she had won. Now it was all a matter of time and strategy.
Mrs. Stern walked up the hall and paused beside the boys room. Of course she would have to go in, but what would she tell the twins? Being a psychologist, she realized the terrible results in the boys' sexual development that the wrong words might bring. She did not want to put her own frustrated sexual attitudes upon them, but she didn't want them to take on Miss Manley's promiscuous attitude either. She dealt with these problems every day-but they were always someone else's problems. Now that it was her own problem, she couldn't decide what to do. "Maybe I need to see a psychologist," she thought to herself and felt how ridiculous that sounded.
She opened the door. Erich and Victor were sitting on their own beds, dejected, waiting for what would come.
"I'm very disappointed in you two," was all that Mrs. Stern could manage. The twins averted their eyes and mumbled "Yes ma'am."
"Sex isn't something you play with so lightly," Mrs. Stem added, realized what she had said, and completed her sentence, "But it's supposed to be fun, enjoyable." That didn't come out right at all, she thought. She felt very nervous and wished that her husband were here to do this explaining.
"What I mean is, you shouldn't be promiscuous."
"What's promiscuous?" Erich asked meekly.
"That's what Miss Manley is," Mrs. Stem ruled. "She doesn't care who or when or where she has sex. That's not good."
"Mom, I feel real ashamed of what happened," Victor said.
Mrs. Stem didn't know what to say to this. Shame wasn't what she was after, it was understanding.
"You needn't feel ashamed."
"But we do," Victor said, "Both of us."
"It felt so good when it happened, but it feels awful now. I feel terrible," Erich said.
"It's because you didn't think what you were doing before you did it," Mrs. Stem said. "Think before you act and you'll always be alright."
"But how can you do that?" Erich asked.
"You'll learn. Now I want you two to go wash up and come to supper."
Mrs. Stem turned and walked from the room. She felt worse than before. They felt ashamed, terribly ashamed. That wasn't right, not at all. She went to the kitchen, fixed sandwiches and set them out on the table for the twins, then she went to her room, undressed, and took a cool shower.
When Erich undressed to shower, the perspiration from his crotch had mixed with the dried come and spittle from his encounter with Miss Manley, and the scent made him remember the feeling of Miss Manley's lips. The thought made his prick stand up straight, and he hurried into the shower so Victor wouldn't see and laugh. Victor was lying on the bed, lost in his own remembrances of Miss Manley, his penis pressing against the inside of his pants. They both felt ashamed of their thoughts.
After they showered, they came to the kitchen and ate in silence. Then they went up to their room to watch TV, but both stared blank-eyed at the set as they thought of Miss Manley. Meanwhile, Miss Manley lay stretched out on her satin sheets, sleeping soundly after an afternoon of satisfying lovemaking. She felt wonderfully relaxed, and the dim light glistened on her silky-smooth breasts as they rose and fell rhythmically, musically. She had a satisfied slight smile on her lips that shimmered like slices of exotic fruit. Miss Manley was wholly unaffected by the entire incident, resting now for the next episode, a sexual machine recharging its batteries.
Mrs. Stern stepped out of the shower and hurriedly grabbed a towel. She dried her face and towelled her close-trimmed hair. She turned and looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall. She brought the towel down her neck and dried the valley between her full breasts. As she towelled the undersides of each round globe, she pushed them upward, pointing the nipples up. She watched herself in the mirror as she ran the towel down her belly, over the grotesque scar where her sons had been cut from her womb. She placed one leg up on the tub rim and dried the inside of her leg, then brought the towel up her thigh to the dripping black hair of her crotch, and the tiny opening the hair covered. She placed her fingers on the lips of her sex and softly spread them open to gaze inside. She had started this practice originally as an hy genie measure, inspecting herself medically. She had not noticed the process changed to what it had now become: a sexual stimulation. She draped the towel over her leg and ran the middle finger of her other hand around the rim of her opening, then inserted it slightly to feel the rounded node of her clit. She lifted the towel again and completed drying herself, then stood in front of the mirror and observed her own body.
She was still a handsome woman, she thought. This terrible business with the twins and Miss Manley made her recall the past in her own sexual life, her one sexual affair in college, then her dating and marriage, all with John. He was the only man she had really known. One sexual encounter was all she had besides John, and now John was gone. She wished for his help in the present crisis. She began to get nervous again. Had she really handled the twins so poorly? She saw herself in the mirror, her firm breasts and buttocks, and she saw for the first time her narrow harsh mouth. She dried her hair, put on her nightgown, and left the mirror to stare at the bathroom walls.
She paced the floor of her room for some time smoking cigarette after cigarette. When she could stand it no longer, she went to the medicine cabinet and took two sleeping tablets, filled a glass with water, and downed the pills followed by a cool drink. She took a last look at her worried face in the mirror and turned off the light then lay herself in the bed. She stared at the ceiling for some time, seeing over and over the sight as she stood in Miss Manley's room. The twins, naked on either side of Miss Manley, herself sprawled on the edge of the bed with the man on top of her. The scene came back to her again and again until she was asleep.
Some time later, she wasn't sure when, she felt a gentle hand shaking her left shoulder, then another on her right. She opened her eyes dreamily and saw Erich and Victor staring down at her out of the semi-darkness. She tried to get up but felt extremely drowsy. She couldn't seem to move. Erich was whispering something to her, but she couldn't make it out. Victor joined him, and they both whispered in exaggerated breathy voices. Suddenly she froze, flung her eyelids wide and caught her breath up with the realization of what they were saying: "Irene, Irene ... Irene...." They were whispering her name! She jumped from the bed, tried to, but didn't move. She could only move her neck and upper shoulders. She raised herself as much as she could and saw that she was bound to the bed with some sort of thick straps. She struggled violently against her bindings, thrashing as much as the tight straps allowed. She could not get free.
"Irene," Erich whispered. "Irene," Victor followed.
She was terrified. "Stop! What do you want! Erich! Victor!"
She felt a hand touch her neck lightly, then another, and another, and another, then all four hands began roaming over her outstretched naked body.
"No, Please, no! Stop!"
The hands travelled over her breasts, tickled her nipples, cupped and fondled, pinched, stroked. They ran slowly down her stomach and lingered on the scar, all four hands stroking it in turn again and again. They began roaming the mound of her sex, running in and out of her inner thigh, kneading the flesh. She began to sob uncontrollably as the stimulation slowly excited her.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain from her crotch, and a hand floated in front of her face with three or four hairs between its finger. There was another pain, and more hair, then another and another. She cried and screamed alternately, thrashing and moaning as the hands alternated between plucking hairs and stroking. The face of her cunt stood bare finally, and numb from the pain. Gradually the feeling returned and she felt a tongue-no, two tongues stroking the now bare skin of her crotch. She was weeping profusely, but through it all she saw Erich and Victor standing nude on either side of the bed, then climbing up beside her on either side. She could not tell them apart through her tears. One crawled over her and sat behind her, holding her head in his lap. He grasped it firmly, holding her upright so she could see the throbbing stiff prick of one twin moving towards her face out of the semi-darkness.
"No, please no," she pleaded weakly.
The penis moved towards her mouth and she struggled with all her might, but became quickly exhausted as her head became more and more rigid in the grasp of the hands on either side of her face. The tip rested on her trembling lips and she shut them tight, her chest heaving with the sobs. She had trouble getting her breath. She felt she was choking and tried to turn her head away, but it was held fast. The penis pushed against her clamped shut mouth, she struggled violently and finally gasped for air. The penis, stiff and blood-filled, was thrust into her mouth. She prayed that she might lose consciousness, but she couldn't. The prick pushed into her mouth until it touched her Adam's apple, then gushed out with the warm, sticky liquid. She was gagging and had to swallow it. When the throbbing and gushing stopped, the penis slid from her mouth. She felt her head released, and her head dropped to the pillow.
There was a shifting, and then her head was held up again in the same position as another penis approached. She was too weak now even to cry. Her mouth hung limp as the prick slid in, then rotated against her gums and the inside of her tongue. In a few moments she felt it stiffen inside her and the prick pushed against her Adam's apple again as the juices ran oozingly down her throat.
She felt her head drop again. Then the hands began roaming again, slowly, all over her body. Tongues flicked at her breasts, her nipples. The hands ran down to her bare cunt, which tingled now in its bareness. More hands ran down her body, followed by lips that kissed tender places as they went. The kisses commenced on her bare mound, as hands smoothed over the spot each kiss landed. The tongues began making long licking strokes up the length of her slit, and she felt herself growing moist against her will. Each stroke made a deeper and deeper plunge into her vagina. Finally rolling slowly over her clit each time. The whole while hands caressed the insides of her thighs and her breasts and nipples. Her body responded by heaving rhythmically.
The voices began again, "Irene ... Irene...."
She let out a pitiful moan. She felt the bulging head of a penis touch her cunt. It entered briefly and then exited, followed by the same motion again. She did not want to look, but she knew they were alternating, inserting their pricks into her in turn. The motion began to accelerate as each penetration became deeper and deeper, until she felt the hanging sac strike her ass at the culmination of each stroke. The strokes became swifter and swifter until she could not perceive any alternating, only the incredible fast in-out motion, the slap at the bottom of each stroke. She felt the prick growing larger and larger, swelling inside her. She prayed for a fast discharge, but the penis continued to increase in size, swelling until it filled her womb. It grew and grew, throbbing inside her, each stroke becoming like an enormous kick inside her belly. The pain became unbearable, as the thrusts pushed her very pelvis bones apart. Then there was a tremendous jolt as if she were bursting wide open: she flung herself up, snapping her binds as the great scar on her abdomen burst wide open and she screamed.
Mrs. Stern found herself sitting upright on her bed as the morning rays filtered through the window curtains. She was covered with sweat; her hair was in knots; her mouth felt dry and rough. She looked around the bed, trying to orient herself. It had all been a nightmare, a horrible nightmare. She felt utterly exhausted. She brought her hands up to her eyes and felt something like wire between her fingers. When she looked, she found she had cunt hairs in her hands. She went to remove the sheets and realized she had thrown them off during the night. Her nightgown was thrown up over her waist and her cunt was a tangle of wet hair. The bedsheets were sopping. Mrs. Stern felt dizzy, and laid back on the bed.
There was a knock at the door. "Mrs. Stern?" a voice asked. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," she managed to reply. She recognized Miss Manley's voice.
"I heard you scream all the the way in my room," Miss Manley said. "Are you sure I can't get you something?" Before Mrs. Stern could answer, Miss Manley quietly opened the door and came in, wearing her cotton nightgown.
Miss Manley looked curiously at the state of Mrs. Stern and the bed as Mrs. Stern hurriedly pulled the sheets over herself.
"Are you sure you're all right?" Miss Manley asked again.
"Yes. It was only a nightmare," Mrs. Stern answered.
"It'll help if you tell someone about it. Would you like to talk about it Mrs. Stern?" Miss Manley asked.
"No, I...." Mrs. Stern began to sob lightly. Miss Manley came and sat on the edge of the bed and took Mrs. Stern in her arms. They rocked together in silence but for the sobs, they continued.
"I dreamed the boys raped me," Mrs. Stern finally said. There was a long silence in the room. Mrs. Stern continued, "It was the most terrible dream. I couldn't move, I was strapped to the bed, and they called me by my first name, Irene."
Miss Manley hadn't counted on anything like this. She sat quietly, then offered to get a cup of hot tea. Mrs. Stern said that would be very nice. While Miss Manley was out, Mrs. Stern called her office and said she was sick and wouldn't be in that day. Miss Manley brought the tea, and Mrs. Stern asked her to fix the boys breakfast for school. Miss Manley went out again, leaving Mrs. Stern alone with her thoughts.
When the boys came down to breakfast and found Miss Manley fixing their eggs, they felt ashamed to look at her or talk to her. She treated them pleasantly and cheerfully and told them their mother wasn't feeling well.
"What's wrong?" Victor asked.
"She's been working too hard," Miss Manley lied. "She just needs some rest."
The boys ate their breakfast in silence.
"How are you two feeling today?" Miss Manley asked.
"OK," they said in unison.
"Feeling bad about yesterday?" she asked.
"Oh, you know," Victor said casually but staring at his breakfast the whole time.
"You're feeling ashamed, I know. Don't. There's nothing to feel ashamed of. If you enjoyed it, it's all right, that's what I always say."
"Mom says that's not right," Erich said strongly
"I know she does. Your mother's a very smart woman, but even she is wrong sometimes. Maybe she's wrong this time."
The boys were silent. They didn't want to look at Miss Manley or talk to her.
"I'll tell you how to decide if you should feel ashamed or not. Do you want to do it again?"
The boys squirmed but didn't answer.
"I think you do," Miss Manley concluded. "And I think that's fine. So do I. I liked it, too. It felt good. You're both strong and intelligent young men."
The boys didn't know what to say. If Miss Manley was right, why did they feel so bad now. And if their mother was right, why did they feel so bad then?
"Get your books now and say goodbye to your mother," Miss Manley said.
The boys went and gathered up their things and then said goodbye to their mother and left for school.
"Mom looked awful," Victor said as they started up the block.
"She sure did. I'll bet its because of us," Erich replied.
"Do you think Miss Manley's right or wrong?" Victor asked.
"I don't know," Erich replied. "It was really something, though, wasn't it?"
"It sure was," Victor said. "And she says she wants to do it again. I'll bet I could put it in her, just like that man did. I'll bet I could do it twice."
"Yeah, sure you could. Did you ever do it before? You don't even know how!"
"Oh, shut up. Neither do you."
"Do so. I've jacked myself off lots of times."
"I'll bet. The last time we all got together, everybody squirted but you. I was the first one to shoot."
"That doesn't mean anything. Jacking off with a bunch of guys isn't the same thing. I bet you never even kissed a girl."
"Have so."
"Have not."
"You know what I think," Erich asked after a pause. "I think Miss Manley's more right than mom. I want to do it again."
"Me too, but I'm scared," Victor said.
"Let's skip school one day. I'll bet Miss Manley will stick around with us. I'll bet she'll let us do it to her."
"I don't know," Victor replied.
"Well, I'm gonna do it. You'll see. You'll wish you stayed home with me."
They rounded the corner and walked into school. At lunch they told all the boys what happened. Word spread, and the boys came up to them all day and asked about their adventure. They each told the story a half dozen times that day.
At the end of the school day, they met at the courtyard to walk home when Bob Wilson strolled up. Bob was fifteen and was known around school for being fast with the girls. He would come to school many Mondays with a large purple hickie on his neck and all the boys would crowd around him to hear the tale of his latest conquest. The twins had never spoken to him alone, and they were surprised when he walked up and spoke to them.
"Hey, I hear you guys been getting some," Bob said as an introduction.
"Yeah, that's right," Erich responded.
"With a woman, I hear, not some young girl."
"That's right," Erich repeated. "What of it?"
"Nothing." John leaned against a post. "I just wanted to congratulate you guys, that's all. If that's all right with you two."
"That's okay with us," Victor said.
"You guys gonna get her again?"
"I don't know," Victor said.
"You're nuts if you don't," Bob replied. "Women like young studs. I know. If what I hear's right, sounds like this lady likes you two. That's good. If I was in your place, I'd know how to take care of her. You bet I would."
"I know how to take care of her," Erich said.
"Yeah, sure. Listen, did she really suck both of you guys at the same time?"
"Sure did," Erich boasted.
"Did both of you guys come in her mouth?"
"Yep."
"Cheez. What I wouldn't give for something like that. You know who I'm screwing these days?"
Bob never talked about his sexual exploits with any of the younger boys, except when he told his stories to the big groups that always gathered.
"It's Sue Ellen, isn't it?" Victor offered. "Yeah, that's right. She's got really big tits, huh?"
"Boy does she," Erich replied.
"Listen, how'd you guys like to make it with Sue?"
"What do you mean?" Erich asked after a pause.
"Just what I said. You fix it up for me with this chick of yours and I'll make it right with Sue. If you think you can handle her."
Erich and Victor looked at each other. They'd never heard of John making an offer like that to anyone.
"Well, maybe," Erich replied.
"Yeah, well you think about it. If you can swing it, that is. See ya latter."
"So long, Bob," the twins said in unison and walked off towards home.
"What do you think about that?" Erich beamed. "I think I don't like Bob Wilson," Victor replied.
"Me neither," Erich answered, "But that's really something."
They walked on towards home. They were greeted at the door by Miss Manley. She smiled sweetly, first at Erich and then at Victor. She had a snack waiting for them in the kitchen, and she set it out and then left to finish some chore she was working on. They ate, went in and said hello to their mother, then went out to play baseball.
When they were gone, Miss Manley walked to Mrs. Stem's door and listened. She heard the shower going. She knocked lightly, then walked in.
"I'll be leaving now, Mrs. Stem," she called out. "What's that?" Mrs. Stem yelled back.
"I said I'll be on my way."
"What? Now? Oh, urn, not just yet, Miss Manley," Mrs. Stem called back.
Miss Manley heard the shower go off and she smiled. She sat down on the bed to wait. After a few moments, Mrs. Stem emerged from the bathroom, hair dripping, with only a towel draped around her. She was startled to see Miss Manley sitting on her bed.
"Oh, I thought you'd gone out," she said.
"I'm sorry, I thought you said to wait," Miss Manley replied. "Don't mind me," she added.
Mrs. Stem felt revived and much clearer after her shower. Her analytical mind was once again clicking and she placed the situation immediately in its proper perspective. She walked to the mirror so she could comb her hair and keep an eye on Miss Manley through the mirror.
"Well, so it's come time for you to leave," Mrs. Stem said in a dispassionate tone.
Miss Manley was somewhat taken aback. "Yes, as you said yesterday."
"Exactly, as I said yesterday," Mrs. Stem replied, eyeing her through the mirror. Miss Manley felt nervous in this strange confrontation. "I've been thinking since yesterday afternoon," Mrs. Stern continued. "I've been gazing out that window and thinking all day. Would you like to hear what I've been thinking?"
Miss Manley did not reply, but stayed where she was on the bed.
"I've been thinking about what you said last night," Mrs. Stern went on. "You remember, if it feels good and all that? I've been thinking about all that. You and the boys and the nightmare. The nightmare is very simple: it's frustration and guilt. Sometimes in dreams, we substitute people for other people, so we don't understand. Have you ever noticed that? No? I don't suppose you have nightmares. That's very good."
"But I do. And I know what this one means. Would you like to hear? Are you even the slightest bit curious? It was not the twins who I wanted to rape me. Can you guess Who it should have been? Can you guess?"
Miss Manley looked away from the gaze in the mirror. She suddenly felt very frightened. Mrs. Stern turned from the mirror and walked towards the window.
"It was a lovely day today," she said, suddenly unwrapping the towel from her body to dry her hair. "I sat and thought all day and gazed out the window. And I came to a conclusion."
She wrapped the towel around her hair in a turban and abruptly turned, facing Miss Manley. Mrs. Stern's breasts were pale and full, and she pivotted slightly on her left foot. Miss Manley saw the just washed hair between Mrs. Stern's thighs glistening.
"I've kept a decent figure, don't you think?" Mrs. Stern asked, as she posed with one hand on her hip and the other cupping one full breast. Miss Manley simply nodded.
The interview was not going at all the way Miss Manley had planned. She had expected to play on Mrs. Stern's guilt on her hidden sexuality, tease her and lead her on. But this was a different Mrs. Stern. There was nothing Miss Manley could do but go along with it and see what happened. She had sex with other women before. But this sudden alteration in Mrs. Stern's character made Miss Manley feel nervous, on guard, frightened.
"I think," Mrs. Stern began as she walked towards the bed, "That you know who it was I wanted in that dream."
As she finished her sentence, she sat on the bed, naked but for the turban, next to the fully clothed Miss Manley. Their bodies were inches apart and the space between them was charged with latent sexual sensations awaiting a catalyst to set them off. With an effort of the will Mrs. Stern broke the space as she raised her hand, letting the tips of her fingers lightly stroke Miss Manley's cheek, coming to rest on her lips. The hand trembled, and Miss Manley covered it with her own trembling hand and then kissed Mrs. Stern's palm. Mrs. Stern took Miss Manley's face in her hands and brought their lips together in a light, sensual kiss. The kiss broke and each noted the other's heavy breathing. Mrs. Stern's breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and Miss Manley reached out and cupped a handful of blue-veined flesh, planting a long wet kiss on the stiffening nipple.
When Miss Manley raised her head again, Mrs. Stern began unbuttoning her cotton nightgown. The first button exposed the deep crease between Miss Manley's breasts, the second exposed two globes of pink-hued flesh. With the third button, Mrs. Stern spread the gown wide, bringing Miss Manley's gorgeous nipples into full view. They were limp and stood out only slightly from the brown ovals capping each mound. Mrs. Stern paused to kiss each nipple softly, then returned to the buttons. She eased Miss Manley down on the bed and quickly opened the last three buttons. She folded one side of the gown back first, laying Miss Manley's body bare on one entire side. She ran her hand down the length of the naked body, feeling the curves at the bust and waist and hips. Mrs. Stern's hand returned up the inside of Miss Manley's thigh, curving up and over the pubis, with its dense forest of blonde foliage, up to the flat waist, then folded the other half of the gown back, exposing the full perfection of Miss Manley's generous endowments.
Miss Manley lifted herself from the bed to a sitting position and sat with her hand resting on Mrs. Stern's lap. Mrs. Stern's lips were moist and her eyes were filled with lust. Miss Manley rose, removed the useless gown, letting it drop to the floor. She stood there a moment for Mrs. Stem's pleasure, stretched herself up on her toes while reaching for the ceiling, then brought her hands down along her breasts, pushing them out and up. She let her hands travel slowly down her sides and come to rest on her thighs. Mrs. Stem sighed and moved back onto the bed, laying her head on the pillow. Miss Manley walked towards the bed.
She approached the bed from the foot, placing one knee, then the other on the bed between Mrs. Stem's open legs. She lowered her head to Mrs. Stem's pubis, planting a long kiss on the just washed bush, then she began moving up the abdomen, planting long, licking kisses along the way. She dropped a kiss square between the breasts and with her hands brought them up against her cheeks, rubbing her face in the spongy softness. She held one full globe in both hands and began sucking the rock-hard nipple. She tickled the tip with her tongue, then sucked harder, taking a huge portion of it into her mouth, biting softly into the flesh so Mrs. Stern moaned. She slowly released the mound, finishing with a twirling motion of her lips on the nipple that made Mrs. Stern wiggle with pleasure. Then Miss Manley descended on the other breast, repeating the process until Mrs. Stern moaned and finishing with Mrs. Stern's wiggling.
She kissed the shoulders and neck, then paused, staring straight into Mrs. Stern's half closed eyes. Mrs. Stern encircled Miss Manley with her arms and brought her down. Their lips met, and immediately the tips of their tongues touched and began performing a sensual dance. Their breasts flattened into each other, and each could feel the other's hardened nipples. Mrs. Stern wrapped her legs around Miss Manley, who began rotating her pelvis against Mrs. Stern. The tongues continued their slow dance, running in and out, touching and twirling.
Miss Manley raised her body from the embrace without breaking the kiss and placed her hand upon Mrs. Stern's moist pleasure dome. She roamed the entire area with her palm in a firm, blunt massage. Then she ran her finger up the length of the slit, feeling the hot moisture gathering along the opening. Mrs. Stern sighed and ran her hand along Miss Manley's cheek. Miss Manley continued her rovings in the pubic region, running her fingers through the spiral hair and all along the vulva. She ran her fingers all along the lips that guarded the entrance to the vagina, feeling the wetness increase as she went. She made a circular motion with her middle finger, as if stirring a glass of wine, then shot the finger deep into the teeming depths like a missile. Mrs. Stern responded with a jolt and a groan of pleasure.
Miss Manley ran the middle finger of her hand along the upper walls of the genital organs, running over the erect clitoris. It was like a miniature hardened penis, and Miss Manley inserted her thumb to massage the clit between the two fingers. Mrs. Stern drew back from the immense feelings of joy flashing through her entire body, causing her to tingle everywhere. With the kiss broken, Miss Manley lowered herself down on the bed, but not without planting a generous sampling of kisses down the length of Mrs. Stern's body as she went. She sucked the nipples and dropped a wet, sensual French kiss on Mrs. Stern's navel. With the tongue touching Mrs. Stern's abdomen, Miss Manley moved her head down towards the steaming cunt.
Miss Manley removed her finger as her tongue rounded the upper rim of the crevice, then descended into the soupy valley. Her tongue caught on the erect clit and flicked in and out, teasing Mrs. Stern into a frenzy. Mrs. Stem was on the verge of coming when Miss Manley eased her tongue out and rested her head lightly on Mrs. Stem's abdomen. Her head rolled up and down as Mrs. Stem's breathing came in violent gulps, then began to die down. When Miss Manley perceived that the breathing had begun to slow down, she resumed her tongue-teasing, flicking and sucking at the still erect clit. She brought Mrs. Stern to the brink of orgasm again, and then suddenly halted again, resting her head on the abdomen. Mrs. Stem was drenched in sweat, and she was clutching her pillow with both hands in a death grip, her hips twisting and grinding. When the breathing began to relax, Miss Manley began a third time.
She plunged her tongue deep into the vagina, holding it firmly against the clit as Mrs. Stern writhed trying to free her erectile organ from Miss Manley's grip. Miss Manley grabbed two handfuls of buttocks and squeezed them tightly, pressing the lips of Mrs. Stern's cunt hard against her own lips, as her tongue swirled around the throbbing clit. Mrs. Stern dug her heels into the bed and drove her thighs up into Miss Manley's face, pawing at the bed and giving out cries and moans pent up for years of solitude, all pouring out in this deathlike embrace of eroticism. Mrs. Stern shook with a groan and thrust herself up and down against Miss Manley as she came in a torrid burst of joy. Miss Manley grabbed the buttocks with all her might and jabbed her tongue in and out while sucking the torrential gush of come. Mrs. Stern rolled completely over, pinning Miss Manley below her, then back again as the jolts diminished. Finally she lay still, drenched in sweat and come, with Miss Manley spread lengthwise across her thighs. They lay like this until both fell asleep.
Mrs. Stern awoke first, about an hour later. She felt in excellent spirits. It was still light outside, she noticed, and she concluded that they hadn't been asleep very long. She looked down at Miss Manley sprawled across her and smiled. Miss Manley certainly was a sexual genius. It was too bad she would have to go. Mrs. Stern reached down and shook Miss Manley's shoulder gently. "Wake up, Miss Manley," she said.
Miss Manley opened her eyes drowsily and yawned. She picked herself up off Mrs. Stem and laid down next to her on the bed. She stroked Mrs. Stem's cheek and smiled as she whispered, "Good morning, Irene."
"It is Mrs. Stem to you and always will be," Mrs. Stem replied coldly. "And now it's time for you to go, as you mentioned earlier."
Miss Manley gazed at her in disbelief. "But...."
"I'm terribly sorry," Mrs. Stem went on. "You've given me a truly marvelous experience, I can't deny that. But it doesn't change anything, actually. You will still have to go. I'm sorry."
"But why?"
"Because I cannot have a whore living in the same house with my sons. I'm sure you can see the logic behind that."
"I cannot."
"Then you will just have to go away angry. But you will have to be out of here by tonight. That's final."
With that, Mrs. Stem rose from the bed. "You'd best get started," she said. "It's getting late."
Mrs. Stem then turned and walked into the bathroom leaving Miss Manley alone. Miss Manley was filled with rage. She threw on her robe and walked towards the bathroom, but stopped short. She couldn't think of anything to say to Mrs. Stern, except things which would make her seem vile and ignorant. She turned and stormed from the room.
In the bathroom, Mrs. Stern heard the bedroom door slam and she smiled. She had beaten Miss Manley at her own game, used her as a sexual object and then discarded her. She hadn't experienced life at this gut-level, and it felt exhilarating to have done it, done it with such ease and expertise, and now be through with it completely so life could resume its old smooth and familiar pattern. Mrs. Stern felt she had dealt with the problem expertly. All that remained was to take the time to let the effects wear off on the boys, guide them towards a more normal and wholesome pattern. Mrs. Stern did not perceive the hypocrisy of her own thoughts, that she had just finished participating in the illicit side of life and was now going to return to the righteous side, guiding her sons down the proper path. Mrs. Stern stepped into the shower.
Miss Manley was at this same moment stepping into the shower herself, feeling spurned and dejected. Her hate for Mrs. Stern increased with each passing moment. The way to get back at Mrs. Stern was through her kids, that much was obvious. Mrs. Stem would be sorry she ever crossed Miss Manley.
Miss Manley got out of the shower and began getting dressed. She packed her bags in preparation for her departure. When she was packed and ready to leave, she made a phone call.
"Hello, John Waters, please. John? This is Cheryl. I've got problems. Can I live with you for a while, or in one of your places. This place has collapsed for me."
There was a pause as she listened, answering questions briefly.
"Thanks, John, Thanks very much. I'm ready now. I'll wait for you," she said.
She sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette to wait. After a half hour, there was a knock at the door, and she went to answer it.
A tall, handsome man in a gray suit greeted her. She led him into the bedroom, they each took two suitcases and went to the door.
"I'll be going now," Miss Manley called out.
"Goodbye," Mrs. Stem called out from her bedroom.
The man closed the door behind them as they left.
The boys returned home a short while later. Mrs. Stern fixed their supper and when they had finished she made the announcement.
"Miss Manley won't be here any longer," she said.
Erich and Victor looked at one another in silence. They understood, they thought, why Miss Manley had gone.
"You boys are too old for a governess now. You will have to learn to take care of yourselves while I'm at work. Do you think you can do that?"
They both nodded.
'"Very good. Do you boys understand what it means when I say someone is a bad influence on you? It means that they don't act properly with other people, and that whey you associate with them, you learn how to act like them. Miss Manley is a bad influence on you. Do you know why?"
"Because she gets naked with men?" Erich offered.
"No that's not it. That's not in itself bad. You know where babies come from. The same thing is fun to do. That's what Miss Manley showed you the other day. But you have to care for and respect the other person. It makes all the difference. Do you know what a prostitute is?"
"A woman who does it for money?" Victor asked.
"That's right," Mrs. Stern replied. "That's what Miss Manley is. That man paid Miss Manley to do it. That's not proper. It shows the two people don't care about each other."
"Would it be better if he didn't' pay?" Erich asked.
"A little. But the idea would probably still be the same. He only wants to feel good, he doesn't care a whit about Miss Manley. And she doesn't care about him. That's very selfish. Do you understand?"
"A little," Erich answered.
"You'll understand more as you get older," Mrs. Stern added. "Now it's time for you to do your homework. Off with you."
The twins went off to their room and Mrs. Stern stayed in the kitchen doing the dishes. She hummed an old favorite tune of hers. She felt quite good.
Back in their room, the twins laid on their beds staring at the ceiling.
"I'm glad Miss Manley's gone," Victor said.
"Not me," was Erich's reply. "That spoils everything. Mom just didn't want us doing it with her."
"But she's right. Miss Manley's a bad woman."
"She treated us all right while she was here. I liked her until what happened yesterday. You know what? I still like her. I wish she hadn't left at all."
"She would have just gotten us into trouble again. I'll bet you wouldn't have liked her after she got you into a load of trouble."
"Oh, you're just scared of her," Erich countered. "I'm not."
"Am not," Victor asserted.
"Are so," Erich repeated. "You're afraid because you don't know how to do it."
"Am not!" Victor shouted.
"Are so!" Erich shouted back.
"Am not and you better take it back."
"Are so. You know what they call guys like you at school? They call 'em pansy-asses."
Victor jumped off his bed and pounced on top of Erich, punching him in the stomach and chest. Erich punched back as best he could while trying to push Victor off. Victor pinned Erich's hands and brought his knees down on Erich's biceps, pinning his arms painfully.
"Ow! get off!!!" Erich cried.
"Take it back." '
"I take it back."
Victor rapped Erich hard on the forehead twice with his knuckles, causing Erich to yelp, and then climbed off. Their mother suddenly came in.
"What's going on here?"
"Nothing," Victor said.
"Nothing," Erich said slowly, rubbing his forehead.
"You boys have been fighting. Now you stop that, do you hear?"
They both nodded. She looked them over again, told them to get at their homework and went out.
"You didn't have to hit me like that," Erich said, rubbing his forehead. "That hurts."
"Don't call me names."
"All right, all right."
Victor went and laid back down on his bed. They both lay staring at the ceiling, finally making an attempt at their homework although a not very serious attempt. They both went to sleep mad.
As the boys laid down to sleep, Miss Manley was pouring the first drink of the evening in John Waters' apartment. John Waters was a business manager and organizer. Like any businessman, Waters served a specific want or need of the consuming public. The service Waters provided was to bring into reality the sexual fantasies of the consumer. His service was much sought after, and his prices led him into dealings with the upper crusts of society. Waters was a hustler. For the proper sum, he could produce nearly anything. Miss Manley was one of his productions. She was a personal favorite of his, partly because of her stamina, partly because of her talent. It was said that Waters could screw ten times in a single day, while carrying out his business affairs at the same time. But rumors are often exaggerated.
Waters was seated in a bright green overstuffed chair, his hands held together in front of him as he watched Miss Manley fixing their drinks. He had a rough and pock-marked face that looked very harsh and severe. Men could have said he was a grotesque looking individual, but women found him attractive, as is so often the case with such men. His eyes were a cold black.
"Kicked out on your ass. That's a real laugh," Waters said.
"Hilarious," Miss Manley said.
She walked towards him carrying two drinks and handed him one. Then she sat on the couch, kicked her shoes off and tucked her legs up under his. She looked fresh and sweet. "I toasted to you yesterday," she said. "I toast you again. To John Waters, friend of the oversexed, the best damn screw in the world."
"To me," Waters smiled.
They both took long drinks, then long drags off their cigarettes, then sips.
"John, I don't know where I'd be without you."
"Yes you do. We both know. That's what I'm here for."
"Are there others like you?"
"Competition? There's some. I happen to be on top now. I wasn't always here. I had to suffer for it. I had to sell my own ass enough times-to deserve what I've got now. I'm a good stud and a good businessman, that's all there is to it."
"I'll vouch for the stud part," Miss Manley said and smiled, taking a sip of her drink. "John do you ever get anyone asking for young studs?"
"Yeah, all the time. Haven't you ever seen the kid farm? No? Wanna see it?"
"What's it like?" Miss Manley said with a shudder.
"Getting squeamish? Don't! It's a decent place. It's an orphanage and a training center. It's just like school. Like a trade school. We take kids on who've got no home, no folks, nowhere to go and give a kind, warm place to grow up, plenty to eat, and practical instruction, an apprenticeship of sorts. There's only one requirement: they got to have good looks or something unusual physically that makes them sexually attractive. Requirements for John Waters University!" Waters chuckled at his own joke.
"What do these kids have to do?" '
"Have sex."
"How young?"
"The girls are easier than the boys. Some girls we can start at eight or nine. We dress them up to the customer's satisfaction and let the John have his fun."
"That's terrible!"
"Horse shit!" Waters replied. "We don't send them straight out into the field. We break them in ourselves, a little at a time, and teach them how to act out what the customer wants. The housemother breaks the cherry. She does it with a little dildo, then she teaches them the ropes. Their first men are their playmates, their boyfriends. We encourage it. It keeps them healthy mentally. I'm the final test before we send them out. I don't send a girl out unless I'm personally satisfied that she's ready. You know I treat all my girls right. Don't I?"
Miss Manley set her drink down and walked over towards Waters. She sat on his lap with her hands locked at the back of his neck. She leaned down and gave him a long, sensual kiss. She pulled back, took the cigarette from his hand and took a long, deep drag, tilting her head back to exhale.
"What about your boys, John?"
"What about them?"
"How do you work them?"
"Same way. Take them on as orphans and train them."
"But who's the final test?"
"Me."
"You mean...."
"No, not that. I watch what they can do, and if I'm satisfied, I send them out. That other I don't deal in."
"That doesn't sound as efficient as your system with the girls. Seems there's room for error."
"There is. What have you got cooking in that head of yours?"
"Let me be the final test for the boys."
Waters took the cigarette from her hand and took a long puff on it.
"You know I'm the best, John," she said. "Does anyone please you more than I do?"
Waters sat in silence. He was not yet convinced.
"I know I don't know as much about this as you do. But I know about sex, you've got to admit that much. Am I right?"
Waters nodded reluctantly.
"So I can teach them as well as test them. I'm a good teacher, John. Hey, I've even worked with kids before. How's that for work experience?"
"I need you for other things," Waters announced.
She got up and walked to the couch. "I know better than to plead with you," she said. "But I'll try one last time. It won't hurt you to try it. If it doesn't work out right, we can chuck it. Look at it like a business investment. I'm your resource and you want to make the most profit off me, right? Well, this way you'll be using your number one product to bring up the grade of everything else. And I sure could get off to all that young cock!" She laughed, walking towards the bar to pour herself another drink. She decided there was no use in trying any longer.
Waters rose and walked up behind her. "We'll try it," he said.
She was surprised and pleased and threw her arms around him. He lifted her off her feet and carried her across the room. She was familiar with the path and reached down to open the door when the time came. The bedroom of Waters penthouse apartment was a fairly standard penthouse bedroom: it had wraparound glass picture windows and deep blue carpeting. The bed sat in the center of the room, and always had fresh satin sheets on it. There were two things out of the ordinary: the small pool built into the floor, with a fountain spilling into it always and the two attendants, a pair of cute redheaded twin girls who roamed the bedroom naked and bathed Waters when he asked. They had pulled a long ostrich feather from the Indian fan on the wall and were tickling each other with it. When Waters came in, they ran to him and tried to tickle his nose with the feather. He set Miss Manley on the bed, grabbed them both and held them over the pool threatening to throw them in, while they giggled and squirmed.
Miss Manley stretched out on Waters' enormous bed and sunk deep into its feather mattress. She got up and began to remove her clothes.
"I want to soak a while," she said.
"Be my guest," Waters said.
The two girls helped her off with her stockings and underwear. She walked naked over the carpet and lowered herself into the warm, swirling water. At the shallow end of the pool, she could sit with her neck just above water. She closed her eyes and rested, Waters watching her with folded arms. He called the girls to the bed and sat as they undressed him. He laid back on the bed, then called, "Come here, you two little rascals!"
They ran and hopped on the bed, giggling and laughing. He lay back with his hands behind his head, propped up so he could watch. His prick lay limp between his legs. It was not especially large, but of a respectable size. Waters reputation rested not on size but on performance.
The two girls began playing with his prick as if it were a toy, swinging it back and forth between them. One girl held his penis in both hands and the other took the feather they were playing with and ran it over his genitals. The tickling sensation made him squirm and laugh and the girls giggled in response. They alternated the feather between them, each one taking her turn running it lightly over his scrotum, along his thighs, over the head of his prick. The feeling was electric and Waters erection grew immediately. He laughed through the stimulation, restraining himself from squirming and moving. He sat still so he could feel the full effect of the light tingle running all over his crotch, then his thighs and chest, and back to his crotch again. The girls were having a wonderful time, using his laughs as a key to the most stimulating spots. His prick grew hard and red and stood out from his prone body, pointing towards the ceiling. One girl leaned over and kissed the tip of his prick lightly while the other continued tickling his balls. The feeling was enough to make Waters squirm.
The girl grabbed his shaft with both small hands and took the head into her mouth. She sucked it like a giant lollypop that took two hands to hold. She took it in and out of her tiny lips and ran her tender young tongue around the tip. Then she exchanged places with the other girl, who now took the shaft in both her hands while the first began tickling his balls, lifting the sack with one hand so the feather would get farther under. They played with his cock, licking it, placing their hands on top of one another as if they were fondling a baseball bat. They both grabbed his shaft and shook and stroked it until he caught his breath. They struggled with the shaft, trying to point it at each other. The first shot of come spurted out and hit one girl square in the chest, and she fought on with it as if it were a pistol, giggling the whole time. The second shot hit the same girl in the forehead, the third hit the other girl in the arm and the fourth went sailing across the room. "Suck it!" he commanded and one girl put her little lips over the head, sucking as the come continued. When he had finished, he told them to go wash up and they ran and jumped into the pool. Miss Manley smiled at them.
Waters lay on the bed a few moments resting and listening to the girls splashing in the pool. He closed his eyes but did not fall asleep. He pictured Miss Manley fondling his young interns, their virgin young cocks, and he smiled to himself. He opened his eyes and looked at his own limp cock. He rose and walked to the pool, lowering himself in next to Miss Manley. He put his arms and shoulders along the side of the pool and rested like this, the warm waters soothing his body. This pool was his most prized posession.
Miss Manley kicked against the side of the pool and glided to the other side. She turned, kicked off and glided back straight towards Waters. She touched the walls on either side of him and let her body float at the surface. Waters reached back and took her hands off the pool edge so she floated from his fingertips. The two girls jumped from the pool and ran for the towels. Waters floated her like this for a few minutes, knowing the feeling of freedom it gave. She kicked her legs lightly to keep herself afloat.
When she stopped kicking, she glided down towards the bottom of the pool. She brought her legs up and linked them around Waters' waist. She wrapped her arms around him and they locked in a tight embrace, Waters still submerged from the waist down. She kissed his forehead and his eyelids, and then his lips. Waters began to tremble under the weight. She felt it and released her legs and stood in the pool with her body pressed against his.
They both stood waist-deep in the water in a tight embrace. She ran her fingers through the wet hair at the back of his neck. He lowered his head and kissed the nape of her neck lightly while gripping her around the waist tightly. They stood like this in the gently swirling waters of the pool, the only sounds being the rippling waters, their own soft breathing, and the constant whir of the central air-conditioner. Occassionally the sound of laughter drifted from the other room and they knew the two girls were getting into some mischief. The mood of it. all soothed Miss Manley's troubled mind, and the thoughts of her encounter with Mrs. Stern and the twins seemed to drift away with the swirling waters, running with them down the drain at the end of the pool.
Miss Manley sighed and felt herself grow limp in Waters arms. He held her in his strong, firm grip, soothing her. She was drifting into a dream-like state. Drowsily, she felt his penis growing stiffer, beginning to press against her thigh. She rubbed her flat waist against his in a movement as fluid as the swirling waters. He matched her movements and their two bodies became as one moving in a slow, relaxed dance, always pressed tightly together. The girls peeked out from the other room and noticed what was happening in the pool. They ducked back in and reappeared in a few moments, giggling and carrying an air-filled water chair. It was a plastic air mattress in the shape of a chair, except the plastic was covered with a soft cotton-like material. They carried the chair between them and dropped it into the pool. Waters thanked them and they ran off again, giggling.
With a single motion, Waters lifted Miss Manley onto the chair so her legs dangled off the front. The chair was floating a little below the surface of the water with Miss Manley in it. Waters pushed her slowly around the pool, then began adjusting a small valve under one side of it. Air bubbles rose to the surface. The chair sank lower into the water until Miss Manley was submerged up to the tips of her breasts. Waters then closed the valve. He pulled himself up on top of Miss Manley, and their combined weight lowered the chair into the water so that only Miss Manley's head was above the surface, and Waters head above hers. His muscular back broke the surface of the water slightly. The temperature of the water was a constant 98.6 degree: normal body temperature. Waters considered love-making to be somewhat of a science, and this pool was his greatest invention. The warm waters swirling and Waters' strong, warm body lulled and excited Miss Manley simultaneously. She stroked the back of his neck and caressed his shoulders. He paddled them around the pool, the warmth of their bodies and the warm soothing waters giving a feeling wholly unique.
In the center of the pool, Waters halted their motion and slowly slid himself from his position on top of Miss Manley. She leaned her head back and felt his tongue running lightly down the length of her body, stopping only once at her palpitating sex to kiss it lightly. Then he disappeared below the water. He rose again, touching the tips of her toes. She brought her legs slowly. He kissed her thighs just above her knees, and she felt his face moving up towards her own shallow pool. He placed his lips on her sexual lips and the touch made her feel herself open up. As she did so, she felt a warm rush inside her as Waters sent a stream of water squirting into her womb. He filled his mouth again and repeated the motion, and the feeling made Miss Manley weak. Waters took another mouthful of the warm water, placed his lips to her crease and sent a stream with his tongue. Miss Manley breathed deeply. Waters ran his tongue around the outside of the opening and could taste a slight hint of the salty juices mixed with water. He placed his mouth full over the mound and performed a sucking gesture, drawing all the water back out of her caverns and bringing with it a mixture of Miss Manley's flowing juices. Her cunt became like a slippery undersea creature, one of the ocean flowers that capture fish in their lovely lips and Waters tongue became like one of the fish that swim unharmed through the petals, luring other game into the trap. His prick bobbed up and down in the water, a curious predator being attracted to the trap that would suck him in and drain all of his vital juices. The head of his penis watched from a distance as the tongue continued the dance, sliding in and out of the pink--rimmed crevice with delight. The soft flesh performed a gentle rolling motion and caressed his tongue, and the little clitoris motioned like an extended finger, beckoning the curious penis to come and see.
Waters grasped the float and hoisted himself up on the dreamy Miss Manley, and in one swift motion his prick descended deep into her glowing blossom, like a fish darting into a cave. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, burying him deep inside her. They rocked forward and back on the raft, only their head and necks above water. It was difficult to feel where the sexual organs ended and their outer bodies began, and where their bodies ended and the water began, so they rocked with closed eyes in an embrace of mystery and sensation. Miss Manley drew her breath in deeply and closed her legs around him. He covered her lips with his and deftly pulled the plug on the valve.
As they rocked faster and faster they slowly sank into the pool until they were completely submerged, thrashing wildly underwater. Miss Manley felt that she was coming with her entire body, as if every molecule was feeling the sensations rising from the tiny area between her thighs. She thought her lungs would burst as Waters pounded into her viciously , rolling her on the bottom of the pool in slow motion. She felt ripples running up her vagina, and then a warm sensation deep inside her, warmer than the water and the warmth of Waters shaft. The ripples came many times and the warmth inside her increased until she felt she had a little pocket of warm coals glowing in her womb. She clung leechlike to Waters neck and waist as she felt herself growing weaker. As the ripples subsided, Waters raised himself up out of the water with Miss Manley clinging to him. They broke the surface with a splash and both gasped and gulped for air. Waters guided them to the side and leaned against the edge of the pool. Miss Manley remained slung across his body like some unconscious mermaid he had captured at the bottom of the pool and wrestled to the surface. They remained like this panting for some time, until Miss Manley peeled herself from his body and slid in next to him. They closed their eyes and fell into a half-dream state.
When Miss Manley had caught her breath again, she began stroking Waters muscular chest. She reached down and began massaging his limp instrument of pleasure. Waters opened his eyes and smiled. "I don't know if I can get up again so soon after that," he said.
"No need for modesty," she replied, and continued her wonderful massage.
He leaned back and felt his balls being rolled gently between her fingers in the lukewarm water. This feeling never ceased, to give him pleasure. He felt how the sack floated lazily through the water, and how his prick pulled up and down to her movements. He tried to maintain his relaxed attitude in order to experience this floating feeling at his groin longer, prolonging it by keeping his mind off it as much as possible. He thought about business affairs, keeping this stimulation at the back of his mind. She would alternate between slow, almost imperceptible manipulations to sudden strong, firm grasps that would bring him back to the erotic present from his mental wanderings. His penis was floating and his mind was floating too.
Gradually he lost his mental composure and could think only of the sensations being generated by Miss Manley. He felt his shaft swelling and his balls drawing up close to his groin. Miss Manley took a deep breath and lowered herself down into the water, holding to Waters thighs for balance. She opened her eyes underwater and saw the upward-pointing penis swaying in the currents. She opened her mouth like a predatory animal and swallowed the entire length in one gulp. Guiding herself with her hands on his thighs, she pushed herself onto him, then slid up the length of his prick then back down again. She let go of his waist and when she began to slide away, caught his prick with her hand and pulled her mouth back down on it. She came up for air, supporting her weight with both hands on his shaft. She floated in front of him, jerking herself out and back with his cock. She let out all her air and sank to the bottom, and sat there with his cock in front of her.
She began jerking it as if she were milking a cow, until it became rigid as steel. She jerked faster and faster and his hips began undulating, then they jutted out. She held his cock firmly and aimed it at her mouth. A jet of milky-white fluid squirted from his cock and drifted in a long streak towards her face. She opened her mouth to catch it, but the motion created a wave and it drifted past. She jerked his shaft again and another shot of the juice squirted out, and she caught half of it in her mouth, the rest wrapping around her cheek and drifting away. She placed her mouth over the tip of his cock and sucked as the come continued. She did not lose any more of it in the water.
She came to the surface and found a panting, exhausted Waters resting with his shoulders on the edge of the pool. She floated to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
CHAPTER FIVE
Erich and Victor were having problems at home. The brief encounter their mother had with 'Miss Manley had satisfied her long-neglected sexual desire. But after that one encounter, Mrs. Stern once again reverted to her chaste attitude towards sex. She pretended to be above that now, but in face her sexual desires mounted and her frustration increased. She took out her frustrations on the twins, making their lives increasingly miserable. She took out severe punishments for minor transgressions, such as forgetting an item on a grocery store errand. If they did not return home at a designated time, she would send them to their rooms without supper, or would forbid them to go out the next day. She began making them stay home Saturdays. Their lives became miserable.
At school, their friends made fun of them, called them sissies and mamma's boys. They got into fights to prove their masculinity, and when they came home dirty and bruised, Mrs. Stern would punish them for fighting. Their grades dropped. They began plotting to run away from home, but could not think of anywhere to go. At this point, Miss Manley reappeared in their lives. They were walking home from school one day, dirty and bruised after having been beaten up by Bob Wilson. Tney stood at the corner, waiting for the light to change, dreading returning home for more punishment. As they stood waiting, they heard a car horn honking repeatedly. Erich turned, then tugged Victor's arm, and both saw Miss Manley tooting and waving at them.
"It's Miss Manley," Erich said and began walking towards the car. Victor followed.
"Hi Erich, Hi Victor," she called out.
"Hello, Miss Manley," they answered.
"You boys look as if you've been to a rodeo," she laughed.
"We got in a fight," Erich said.
"The other guy must look awful, judging by you two."
They both laughed a little. "We didn't hardly hurt him at all," Victor said. "He's Bob Wilson and he's 15 and a lot bigger."
"I'm sorry to hear it. I hope things are going better for you at home."
They looked at each other and then Erich said, "Things are awful at home. Mom hates us," he growled.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that too. I'm sure she doesn't really hate you. Mothers don't hate their kids."
"I don't know what's wrong, then," Erich responded. "But I sure don't like going home."
"Cheer up, boys, things will get better," Miss Manley said with a smile. "Why don't you come by and see me? I'm always wondering what's happening with you two. Do you know where I live now?"
They both shook their heads.
"Do you know where Grant Tower is?"
They stared at each other in amazement. "You live there?" Victor asked incredulously. "That's right," she answered. "Just ask for me at the desk. They'll know where I am. I've got to go now. Bye."
"Goodbye," they both said, waving as she drove off.
They walked on in silent wonder for a few minutes, then Erich spoke, "The Grant Tower. I wonder how she can live there?"
"I don't know," Victor said.
"She still likes us," Erich said.
"She invited us to come over," Victor said.
"Maybe...." Erich stopped his sentence without finishing. They both walked on in a dreamy state. When they got home, their mother was waiting for them, having left work early. She saw their state and gave them a harsh scolding for fighting, then sent them to their room until supper. They went dejectedly.
They washed up, first Erich then Victor. Neither knew that the other had Miss Manley on his mind, and neither knew that the other masturbated in the shower. They both lay on their backs on their own beds, staring at the ceiling and thinking of Miss Manley. Finally Erich spoke.
"Do you still want to run away?" he asked.
"More than ever," Victor responded.
"I know where we can go," Erich said.
"Where?" Victor asked.
"To Miss Manley's," Erich said.
Victor sat in silence. The thought had occurred to him too, but it had been too scary a proposition.
"Do you think she'll let us stay with her?" he asked.
"Didn't she invite us?" Erich asked.
"To visit, but not to stay," Victor answered.
"She likes us, and she'll understand, I bet. She knows a lot of things."
"But what if she tells mom," Victor suggested.
Erich thought for a moment, and then answered, "She won't. We didn't tell anything on her when mom caught us, and I bet she won't tell on us now."
"I'm scared. What if she won't let us stay."
"Oh, you're a chicken. If she won't, we'll just come back home. But she said she wanted to do it again, didn't she? She said she liked us and that she liked for us to do it to her. I want to do it to her, and I want to run away from home. I'm gonna go, and you can come if you want or stay if you don't. But you better not tell mom if you stay, that's all I've got to say."
Victor considered the possibilities. If he stayed, he would be forced, probably, to tell where Erich went, and then Erich would never forgive him. And if he went? He did not know what would happen. He decided to go.
"I'll go," he said weakly.
"Bingo," Erich shouted. "We've got to make plans now. We can go after school tomorrow, OK?"
Victor nodded.
"I've got it! I'll sneak out tonight and stash some clothes and stuff under the footbridge over by school. Then we can just go get it after school and go."
"I'll go too," Victor said.
"No, you stay here in case mom comes by. Tell her I'm in the bathroom. OK?"
Victor disliked this part of the plan, but agreed.
"OK, get what you need together," Erich said and began gathering some pants and shirts and underwear. He tied the little bundle in a towel and Victor did the same. Then they put the bundles under their beds. Shortly, their mother called them to supper. They ate in silence, listening to a lecture their mother gave them on the virtures of not fighting and the penalties one must face if he did. They listened but their thoughts were centered on their plan. They finished and were glad when Mrs. Stern sent them up to their room.
They played checkers and waited for darkness to set in. When it was quite dark, Erich crept out the window and Victor handed him the two bundles. "Good luck!" Victor whispered as Erich dashed into the night. Victor turned on the light in the bathroom, closed the door and sat on his bed with a book in front of him. Mrs. Stern walked in.
"Where's Erich? she asked,."
"He's in the bathroom," Victor lied.
"Oh, well, tell him to get on his homework. I see you've already started yours. Good," she said and patted him on the head. She turned and walked out.
Victor's heart was pounding furiously. He rose and walked to the window. No sign of Erich. He paced the room wondering what could have happened. When there was a tap at the window, he jumped and the hair stood out on his head. He whirled and saw Erich waiting outside. He opened the window and Erich crawled in.
'"It's done," Erich said with a grin.
They both lay down on their beds and stared at the ceiling. They slept little the whole night. They woke early the next day and ate breakfast quickly. Their mother kissed them goodbye and they left for school.
They spent an uneasy day in class, fidgetting and daydreaming. Several times they were called upon to answer questions and did not respond because they were lost in erotic fantasies of Miss Manley. It was a day of torment. Fortunately, no one picked a fight with either of them that day, and they met in front of school as planned. They walked to the bridge and found the two bundles Erich had hidden. They took their bundles under their arms and began walking uptown.
They walked long and tiringly, but finally they stood across from the fashionable Grant Tower. They hesitated here for some time, afraid to make the final step. Finally Erich stepped off the curb and walked boldly towards the front door. The doorman looked at them harshly but let them pass. They walked to the front desk, carrying their bundles, and waited there until the man noticed them.
"Yes, what do you two want," he answered severely. They both felt a wave of guilt and shame sweep over the, but Erich managed to reply, "We want to see Miss Manley."
"Oh, you do," he said smartly.
"Yes sir," Erich replied boldly, "She said we should ask for her and you would tell us where to find her."
"Who's looking for her?" the man asked.
"Erich and Victor," Erich said.
"Wait here," he said and walked to a distant phone.
They trembled as they watched him dial a number and speak into the phone and listen. Victor suspected he was calling the police and wanted to run for it, but Erich said they should wait.
Finally, he came back to them and said, "She said she would be down in just a moment. Why don't you have a seat over there and wait," he said, motioning toward a couch against the wall.
They went down and sat down. They waited nervously for an excruciating fifteen minutes when the elevator doors parted and a vivacious Miss Manley stepped out and greeted them.
"Well, hello, you two. I wasn't expecting you so soon. Things must be pretty bad on the home front," she said and smiled.
They both smiled back at her gleefully, feeling relieved that the excruciating wait was over.
"Hello, Miss Manley," Erich said. "Hi," Victor added.
"By the looks of those bundles, I'd say you were running away from home," she observed.
They both looked at each other guilely.
"Well, c'mon up and see where I live," she said and they followed her into the elevator. They went to the last floor listed on the panel, got out and walked down a hall. Miss Manley took a key from her pocket and unlocked it. Behind it was another elevator. They boarded it and went up another flight. It opened onto the living room of John Watkins' penthouse. The boys were astonished.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Wow!" was all that either of them could say.
They all sat down and she brought them a snack of sandwiches and soda. Darkness was beginning to set in outside. They ate hungrily as she watched and considered what to do with them. This was the chance she had waited for.
When they had finished their sandwiches, she asked, "Does anyone know you've run away?"
"No," Erich beamed. "We placed it all out and it went just like we planned."
"And here you are," Miss Manley said. "Well, I'm glad you've come."
They were both pleased to hear this. "I'm glad we came, too," Erich replied.
Victor was very quiet and moody.
"Wish you hadn't come, Victor?" Miss Manley asked.
Victor nodded.
"Cheer up. You'll like it. You'll see. Look at Erich, here. He's glad he's come. This is an adventure. Right, Erich?"
"Right," Erich agreed.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Victor remained moody. Miss Manley said, "If you don't want to stay, you can go, Victor, okay?"
"Okay," Victor replied.
"Well, you two have had a long walk. Would you like to lie down and rest?" she asked.
They both nodded and she led them to Watkins' bedroom. They marveled at the pool and the view, and then sat down on the incredibly soft bed.
"You sure live a good life, Miss Manley," Erich said.
"I think so," she replied. "I have to leave for a little while now. Make yourself comfortable. If you get hungry, there's food in the kitchen. Bye now," she said and left them alone.
CHAPTER SIX
Mrs. Stern was beginning to worry about the twins and began a search of the neighborhood. She could not find them and called the police. They were little help but said they would begin a search for them.
Erich and Victor were both asleep on Watkins' huge bed. They were exhausted from the strain of their journey, both emotionally and physically. They slept for a few hours. Watkins had gone out of town and they were alone in the apartment. They awoke feeling very hungry. They went to the kitchen and found it well stocked with all sorts of provisions. They fixed themselves sandwiches and milk and sat down to eat contentedly. Victor felt much clearer and sure after the rest. He looked around at his new surroundings and decided they were quite nice.
"I think I like it here," Victor said.
"Me, too," Erich replied.
"Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea, after all," Victor said.
"I think it was a good idea," Erich offered.
"Miss Manley seemed like she was glad to see us. She sure looked pretty."
"She sure did," Erich said. "I think she's going to let us tonight."
They both giggled at the thought. It all seemed unreal.
"I wonder where she is?" Erich mused.
As if in response to his question, Miss Manley walked into the kitchen. "Did I hear someone call my name?" she asked.
"We were just wondering where you were," Erich answered.
"Wonder no more, I have arrived," she quipped.
All three laughed as she performed an absurd courtsy.
"Well, I haven't thanked you two properly for coming to see me yet, have I?" she asked.
They both looked at each other incredulously.
"No need to be shy," she said. "Follow me," she added and turned toward the living room. They marched single file through the living room and into the bedroom. They both became tense with excitement.
"Let's undress you now," she said bluntly, and sat on the bed. Both boys squirmed with embarrassment. Their little pricks had grown stiff at the thought of what was to come.
She looked them over and smiled, then began to unbutton her blouse. They had no choice but to begin to undress themselves. She stopped and watched as Victor removed his shirt revealing his virile young chest, his tiny waist. The sight excited her. It was doubled when Victor removed his shirt, revealing the same delicate robustness. "You're both very beautiful," she said. They smiled.
Miss Manley turned around and called out, "Victor, would you unsnap my bra, please."
Victor shyly obeyed but could not seem to get it open.
"You've never done this before, have you?" she asked, Victor blushed.
"You have to pull it together and unhook it," she instructed him.
After a struggle he succeeded. She slid the loose straps over her shoulders revealing her brown-tipped globes. The twins stared wide-eyed. They had not fully recollected the impact of this sight. It caused their pricks to stiffen even more.
"Now unzip me in back, please, Victor," she said.
She rose and Victor took the zipper in his trembling fingers and pulled it downward.
"Get the snap, too," she said.
When Erich undid the snap, the skirt dropped to he floor and Miss Manley stood before him clad only in her brief underpants. It was cut sharply in back and cupped two large mounds of her ass. She turned to Victor and said, "Thank you, I feel much more comfortable now. Let me help you now."
She placed her hand on his waist and unsnapped his pants, then unzipped his fly. His prod stuck straight out under his underwear, and she took it in her hand.
"Is this for me?" she asked Victor.
He didn't know what to reply, and so he simply said, "Yes."
Still holding it in her hands, she said, "It feels wonderful. It's so hard and strong. Would you like to put it into me?" she inquired.
Victor nodded nervously.
"Don't be ashamed, Victor. Have you ever put it into a girl before?"
Victor shook his head. His penis was throbbing and he was afraid he would come in his pants. Erich watched excitedly.
"Would you like to put it into me?" she repeated.
Victor nodded.
"Well, we can't do it in these, can we?" she asked jokingly. She reached out gently and put her hand at the top of Victor's underwear. She ran her finger down into it briefly, feeling the tip of his stiff prick. "That feels nice," she said.
She pulled the elastic back and over his firm shaft and then lowered them down to the ground by bending herself over. Victor lifted one leg off the floor and then the other as she removed his last stitch of clothing. She moved her hand up his leg and then grasped the base of his shaft. She brought her mouth up to it and kissed the end.
"You have a wonderful prick," she said. Victor felt embarrassed.
She stood up and said, "Now you help me off with mine."
Erich placed his hand on the elastic band and quickly slipped the panties down her thighs, removing it from her legs quickly. He rode again and they both stood naked together. She was a few inches taller than him and he suddenly had an urge to reach out and bite her nipples. He lowered his head and buried it in her tit. She drew him close to her as the feeling of this young boy pressing against her excited her blood. His breathing was quick and his body jerked a little. She lowered them both onto the bed. She lay down and brought him up on top of her, then held his penis in her hands, she guided it down into her wet cunt.
The feeling of this hot, moist caress on his prick sent shock waves all through Victor's body. He hadn't expected the feeling to be anything like this. She placed her sure hand on his buttocks and pushed him all the way inside of her. The juices and hot, soft flesh encircled Victor's prick and his mind and he grabbed for Miss Manley as he suddenly came spurting his seed into her. He thrashed and jumped and wanted to escape these powerful feelings shooting through his body, but Miss Manley held him firmly inside her until the last drop had been shot from his pistol. He suddenly grew weak and let himself relax on top of Miss Manley, who rocked him with her gently undulating thighs.
"Hey, leave some for your brother," she said.
Victor did not want to get up. He wanted to lie like this forever. He felt his prick growing soft again and it began to slide slowly from her cunt. He tried to push it back in but only succeeded in causing it to slide out completely, exiting with a wet, smacking sound like someone smacking their lips after a good meal. He rolled over and lay beside her.
"Now you, Erich," she said.
Erich was nearly to the point of coming from watching his brother's performance. He quickly slipped out of his pants and underwear and climbed onto the bed. Miss Manley opened her arms and he fell upon her, his penis pressed against the top of her mound. She kissed him long and hard on the lips, then flicked her tongue into his mouth. "Touch me like that man showed you," she said. "You remember."
Erich brought his hand down to the flat of her stomach and ran it over her mound lightly. She gave a light purring sound and response. He ran his finger over the moist lips of her cunt and slid his finger in and out of her vagina. She closed her eyes and ran her hand down to his stomach until she held his throbbing cock in her hand. She placed her other arm around him and drew him toward her, guiding his prod into her hole. The feeling of her hot, churning cunt caused chills to run up Erich's spine. He wondered if his brother felt the same thing. He pushed himself deeply into her and felt his entire cock tingle with an exquisite pain that made him want to withdraw. Miss Manley placed her arms on his ass and pushed him deeper, then rocked him, moved her hips up and down as he opened his mouth wide to cry out, but no scream came. Instead, his body seemed to become detached from his control and started driving into her.
She moaned, "Erich," and drove herself against him, restraining herself from pushing him too far. He squealed and came in a thrashing fit and suddenly her thighs jolted him. She clung fast to him as she came in a throbbing orgasm, while he came simultaneously, the force of it causing him to almost lose consciousness. He was spent early and rode weakly atop her while her thrashings continued for a few seconds more. She kissed his forehead and neck and lips and then relaxed. They both lay still and Erich fell asleep on top of her. She let him sleep, feeling his small, limp prick resting inside her. It felt uniquely marvelous. Shet let herself drift off to sleep.
It was late when she awoke. Victor was snoring contently beside her. Erich was doing the same on top of her. She could still feel his limp prick inside her. She reached down and ran her fingers lightly through his hair. He stirred a little and then resumed his snoring. She felt that she was dry inside and so she began moving her thighs almost imperceptibly, causing Erich's sleeping penis to rub against the inner walls of her cunt. Erich did not stir. She continued her gentle undulating motion until the tip of his prick rubbed against her clit and she restrained herself from jumping at the sudden shock. The juices automatically began to flow inside her again. Her inner temperatures began to rise and Erich's prick began to become excited in spite of him. He awoke drowsily and found himself rocking on top of Miss Manley.
It took him a few moments to orient himself. He yawned sleepily which made Miss Manley chuckle. She could feel him growing larger inside of her. Erich stretched out as if he were going to get up, but Miss Manley placed her arms around him and drew him back down. He suddenly realized he wasn't in his own bed and awakening from some wet dreams. He was in bed with Miss Manley and she was stimulating him while he slept, waiting for him to wake up. Just at the moment when he realized what was happening, she placed her hands to his face and planted a long, sensuous kiss on his lips.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"I'm kind of tired," he answered.
"That's understandable," she said. "After the way you performed earlier, I'd be tired, too."
He smiled at the thought of his being able to please Miss Manley. It made him feel older and stronger.
"Can we do it again?" he asked. "Do what?" she asked innocently. "You know," he said. "No, tell me," she teased. "To-you know-screw," he said with embarrassment.
"Yes," she said, "I'd like to screw again. It's fun, isn't it?"
"It sure is," Erich replied. "And you're very good at it, too," she told him. "You know what to do naturally," she added.
"I thought it would be hard to do it. I was afraid."
"There's nothing to be afraid of, you see. And you don't need to be afraid of saying it, either. I like to fuck and screw, ball and make love, lay and bang. Those are all beautiful words to me. They all mean the same wonderful thing."
"I've never thought of it like that," Erich said.
"I want you to screw me now," she told him.
He smiled, less innocently, and brought his ripe young lips down upon hers. His tongue went out between her teeth and touched hers, and the excitement of that touch thrilled them both equally. She ran her hand down his smooth, narrow shoulders down to his firm ass. She felt the unwrinkled tightness of his adolescent ass and it thrilled her when he tightened the muscles when her hand rounded his inner thigh. She ran her fingers down between his legs and over his sagging scrotum.
The feeling was like a mild tickle and he squirmed under the touch. The feeling was like a mild tickle, and he squirmed under the touch. His prick grew larger and he rotated it in and out of her, rubbing her clit with each stroke. He did not know what he was doing but Miss Manley clung tighter to him and rubbed her thighs tighter against his. His prick began to throb and he pumped faster. Their rumblings shook Victor from his sleep, who took some moments to orient himself. He finally realized that he was asleep here in Miss Manley's bed. Then he realized that his brother was causing the rocking motion, as he pumped his hips into her and she responded by thrusting him into the air, but holding him down with her hands on his ass.
Miss Manley noticed that Victor had awakened, and in one quick motion turned both herself and Erich over so she was on top of him, his prick still inside her. She brought herself up to a sitting position and raised herself up and down on Erich's shaft once, but keeping her weight off his thighs. He moaned at the marvelous feeling.
"Victor," she suddenly said. "Are you awake?"
"Yes," Victor replied.
"Come here then," she told him. "I want to take your prick into my mouth. Will you let me do that?"
Victor lookd at her and nodded, "But how?"
"Stand here in front of me, with your legs beside Erich's shoulders," she said.
He did as she requested. He moved, drowsily at first, to stand over his brother. Miss Manley reached out her hand and took his little prick in her hand. She fondled it and rolled it in her fingers, talking to it as if it were a little mouse.
"You're a pretty little one, you are," she said. "But you don't have any hair. Are you old and bald or young and gay? You don't look old, so you must be a little man. I'll help you grow up," she said, and placed her lips over the tip of his prick.
He placed his hands on her head and stroked her hair. The prick was small and limp and she rolled it around in her mouth like a piece of chewy candy. She took it between her molars and pretended to be chewing on it. Victor squealed and tried to pull away. She released him.
"Go if you want to," she said.
He stopped and brought his prick back to her head. She held it again and admired its roundness and kissed the base where it collected to his body.
"I don't get to see that spot often anymore," she said. "I'd forgotten how pretty a bare crotch can be," she said.
Victor felt his penis begin to harden. She took it in her hand and brought it to her lips, kissed the end of it gingerly, then inserted it in her mouth and began running her tongue over it. At the same time, she placed her other hand on Erich's pounding shaft and raised and lowered herself on to him. He gave a sigh of pleasure. She synchronized the two movements, so that when she came up on Erich's shaft, she took Victor's deep into her throat. She rocked like this, up and down and back and forth, as the boys began breathing hard, clutching at her. She made sure that each time she descended on Erich's penis it brushed up against her clitoris and she moaned as the wetness flowed down over Erich's crotch.
The speed of her motions increased, and Erich and Victor joined the orgiastic motion, so they all rocked in unison. Miss Manley, up; Victor, out. Miss Manley, down; Victor out; Erich, in. Miss Manley came first, shaking herself on Erich's prick and sucking and blowing Victor's. Erich came next shooting up into Miss Manley's orgasm. Then Victor, gushing into Miss Manley's hungry mouth. They all rocked and thrashed like warriors locked in a death grip, then the tremblings subsided and Miss Manley held tightly to Victor, sucking the last drops of semen from his prick.
Victor felt weak and Miss Manley let his prick slide limply from her mouth. She kissed his balls one last time, then let himself settle down beside her again. She slid up and Erich's penis slid from her with a sucking noise. She lay down between the two boys. They quickly fell asleep again.
Miss Manley sat thinking about tomorrow. She ran her .finger up her slit as she felt a bit of semen dripping out and brought it up to her lips. She tasted it and the licked the whole drop up, sending her finger back for more. She wished she could contort her body in such a way as to suck her own cunt. Then she laughed at the ridiculousness of the thought and settled back to go to sleep.
The three of them lay naked on the bed, the sound of their breathing echoed by the sound of the rushing water. The moon shone brightly through the window, glowing on the tips of Miss Manley's golden orbs and on the boys' bare chests. Their hands were all entwined. Shining brighter than anything in the room was the bright blonde hair topping the mound of Miss Manley's perfect pubis. The night rolled out quietly and peacefully.
The next morning, Miss Manley rose early and walked across the room to the pool. She lowered herself in and relaxed in the soothing waters. She shampooed her hair and bathed herself in the warm waters and the warm rays of sunshine beaming through the windows. The boys were sleeping quietly. Their skin took on the golden texture of the sunshine. The sight of the two sleeping twins excited her and she hurried to finish her bath, and swam underwater to wash the soap off.
She surfaced, rested a moment, then lifted herself from the pool. She took a towel and walked to the window to look out over the city while she towelled herself dry. The sunlight glistened on the drops of water as they rolled down her neck and dropped from the tips of her nipples. The city was just awakening, and Miss Manley was like the patron saint of cities, towelling herself dry in the morning sunlight high above the city life, watching over it, contemplating it. She smiled at the beauty of the day, then turned and padded toward the closet to get dressed.
She put on a pair of tight-fitting pastel blue panties that cupped her buttocks tightly, then a bright blue pull-over sweater over her bare tits. The fibers of the sweater itched, and she rubbed her nipples with her palms. Then she took a pair of bell-bottomed jeans and squeezed herself into them. She sucked in her stomach to button them. Her pretty ass pushed tightly against the back of the pants, and the line of her panties was visible from behind. She looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. She dried and combed her hair, then shook the boys awake.
"Get up, get up, it's time to get up," she cooed playfully.
The boys groaned and tossed and turned, so she tickled them in turn until they were both awake.
"There's soap and shampoo by the pool, and towels as well. Go wash up and dress and I'll start breakfast," she-said.
She padded out toward the kitchen. They lay drowsily on their backs.
"We don't have to go to school today," Erich said.
"I'm glad of that," Victor replied.
"We don't have to do anything at all," Erich mused.
"We have to do one thing," Victor said. "We have to take a bath if we want to eal breakfast."
With that, they both rose and strolled toward the pool. Erich felt the water with his toe.
"It's warm," he said and lowered himself in. The water flowed around him and massaged his young muscles. "Come on in,"
"he said.
Victor felt the water, then lowered himself in. They both floated and swam around a few minutes, then took soap and shampoo and washed up. Victor finished first and jumped out of the pool, taking a towel and beginning to dry himself. He walked to the window and looked out at the morning traffic below, and at the sun gaining ground in the sky. He stood in the morning sun with the towel draped over his shoulder like a young Greek soldier or shepherd.
Erich finished his bath and hopped out of the pool, taking a towel to dry himself with. He ruffled his hair with it and then dried his face and neck, then walked toward the window with the towel rubbing his back. He stood in the window drying his crotch and looked down on the flowing crowd below. He felt young and powerful standing here naked on his perch above the world. Their modesty had been amply shattered by Miss Manley and they stood naked talking to each other about their adventure. They felt in excellent spirits and without remorse about leaving home.
Miss Manley came in and called them to breakfast and stood looking at their slender young physiques.
"You are both quite adorable," she said, and laughed. "Why don't you come in to breakfast nude?"
They decided it was an excellent idea and both pranced behind Miss Manley into the kitchen. The vinyl seats were cold on their naked behinds and they giggled and squirmed until they were at last comfortable. Miss Manley brought them fresh fruits cleaned and cut: oranges, apples, grapes and melon wedges. They ate the sweet juicy fruit and their spirits ran even higher. Then she brought them hot pecan waffles and thick maple syrup, and they all seemed fresher and tastier than anything the boys had ever eaten. She poured out two glasses of cold sweet milk and told them it was fresh whole milk, not the kind the stores had.
"What's the difference?" Victor asked.
"This isn't homogenized," she replied. "It still has the cream in it. Would you like to try some?"
Victor said he would, and Miss Manley went to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of milk that didn't have any labels on it. She said she hadn't shaken this bottle up so the cream was still on top. She poured a little into a glass and Victor tasted the rich wholeness of it. It was thick and sweet and delicious. He offered some to Erich who also found it delightful.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Um-hm," they both answered.
"This comes from John's farm. All these fresh fruits and nuts, even the whole flour for those waffles comes from John's farm."
"Who's John?" Victor asked.
"He owns this apartment," she replied.
"Is he your husband?" Eric asked timidly.
"No, John doesn't believe in marriage. We're very close friends. Would you like to meet John?" she asked.
"You bet," they both said.
"Would you like to see his farm and meet him?"
"Boy, would we!" Erich said.
"Well, why don't we go out there today?" she said.
"Could we?" Victor asked.
"Sure. I think you'll both like it there. Finish your breakfast and then get dressed."
They returned to their waffles with new-found enthusiasm. The food was so delicious that they each finished a waffle and asked for seconds, forgetting entirely about the trip. She made up one more waffle, this time with fresh banana slices in it and cut it in half, one half for each boy. They bit into their new taste gifts and were again astounded at the wonderful taste, and the new ingredient of sliced bananas. They ate hungrily and each drank another glass of milk.
"Your mother must not feed you very well at home," she said.
"Oh, we eat okay, but not like this," Victor replied, not thinking for a moment about the home he had left. Miss Manley smiled sweetly.
They rosed from their chairs and their little bellies were large and rounded from the delightful meal. They walked off toward the bedroom to get dressed. Miss Manley gathered up the dishes and then sat down and had a pecan waffle herself.
"This is good," she said and laughed.
The boys dressed quickly in anticipation of their coming adventure into the country. In a few minutes they were again clothed in their favorite jeans and T-shirts, ready for another assault on the world. They dashed into the kitchen and found Miss Manley finishing a glass of milk.
"That was quick," she said. "Well, just give me a few minutes to get ready."
She gathered a few things into a small shoulder bag and slung it over her shoulder, eyeing herself in-the mirror. She looked ravishing, as usual. Good enough to eat, so to speak. She walked back into the kitchen in long, swaying strides.
"We're off!"
The boys followed her to the elevator. She pushed the button and the elevator was there waiting. They hopped in and rode to the next floor, then changed to the passenger service and rode to the lobby. As they passed the desk clerk, he said, "Good morning, Miss Manley." She nodded and the two boys looked at him scornfully and he returned the stare.
They went out to the entranceway and the doorman called for her car. A handsome young man drove up and he and Miss Manley exchanged glances. She pressed a dollar into his hand and squeezed it gently. She smiled at him without looking at him and said, "Thank you, Miss Manley." He grinned broadly. The boys were a bit surprised by all this and wondered how Miss Manley could be the same person who had been their housekeeper for so many years. They shrugged it off and hopped into the car. It was a Mercedes convertible.
"John has nice taste in cars, doesn't he?" she commented.
"He sure does," Victor replied, as he was a novice car appreciater himself.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Miss Manley stepped on the gas and they sped away down the block, past the hotels and motels, past the sleepy strangers at the bus stop, past pedestrians and the other cars and finally past a policeman and a red light. Unfortunately, the policeman did not remain behind with the rest, but flipped on his siren and motioned her to the curb.
"What do you think this is, the steeplechase?" he asked as he walked up to her door.
"I'm terribly sorry, officer," she cooed and opened the door, bumping him in the thigh. "Oh, I'm sorry again," she said. She got out of the car and reached down to touch the place where she had bumped him. "Did I hurt you?" she asked sweetly.
"Not unless I'm a marshmallow and your car's the torch of freedom, in which case I'd melt. But I ain't, so I'm not," he said sarcastically. "Now can I see your driver's license?"
"Of course," she said. She bent over to reach into the car and began fidgeting in her bag, her gorgeous rump extended straight towards the officer's face.
"What's this?" he suddenly said, pinching her ass. "Your modus operandi?"
She recoiled as if she were very much surprised and said, "Officer, please, I've never had a man of the law treat me in such a manner. Placing your hand on a woman's derriere!"
The officer became flustered for a moment, then returned to his duty, saying, "Yes, umph, your license."
"I don't seem to have my license with me," Miss Manley said, turning to look at the officer around her own plump ass. The officer came a bit closer to look for himself and Miss Manley chose that moment to raise up again. The officer's badge came up under Miss Manley's chest and hooked in the material directly below the outline of her nipple.
"Oh!" Miss Manley squeaked and the officer tried to back away, but the badge was caught fast and it drove deeper into her nipple. "Oh, don't move, don't back away," she pleaded.
She threw her arms around his neck and he blushed profusely, looking around to make sure no one was looking.
"I'll help," Erich called out from the car.
"No, we'll get it," she called back as the officer walked pressed closer to her toward the woods beside the road.
"Oh, don't pull away," she pleaded. "It's so painful. Let me press closer. Ah, that's better," she said, bringing her thighs into contact with his.
"We'll have this off in a minute," the gruff officer assured her.
"I certainly hope so," she replied.
They came to a clearing between the trees and he leaned her against a tree. Pressing close to her, he deftly placed his hand under her tit and extracted the pointed silver star.
"There," he said triumphantly, "how's it feel?"
She ran her finger slowly up the curve, testing it cautiously. He watched her finger approach the nipple and almost felt the pain when she cried out.
"I think it must be bleeding," she said. "I'd better check."
Before the officer could respond, she was gingerly raising her sweater over her head, letting out little sighs of pain as she brought it over her injured nipple.
She removed the sweater and stood bare-breasted before the embarrassed policeman. He had never been this close to a pair of tits like these and he became simple-headed in their presence. The nipples seemed to sense his discomfort and rose to the occasion. She placed a finger under her injured tit and began inspecting it. She strained her neck trying to look over the rim of her well-formed mound of flesh.
"I don't think it's hurt bad, but I can't really see, you know-" she said with embarrassment. "She looked up at him and said, "Would you have a look and see if it's all right?"
"I don't mind looking, but uh-"
"Oh, strictly on a professional basis," she said innocently.
"Well, damaged cars are more my specialty, but I'll have a look anyway."
He brought his eyeball close to the underside of her nipple and she cupped it to help him see better.
"Could you move your hand, please? I think you're covering the place I'm supposed to look at," he said.
"Oh, excuse me, I was only trying to help," she said, releasing the sagging flesh as it plopped down on his cheek, obstructing his view.
He freed himself and then returned to his task, this time taking her full tit in his hand and examining the suspected injury. He did not see any punctures on his initial inspection, so he looked closer, holding the tit in both hands and bringing his face close to her chest.
"It looks all right to use," he finally said. "There's nothing wrong with that tit that little after-the-fact attention won't cure," he added.
"Oh, thank you so much," she said with gratitude. "I think it feels better now, too. I'm so embarrassed. I hope I haven't offended you."
"Not at all, lady. I enjoyed it."
"May I tell you something?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied.
"I enjoyed it, too. I think you have wonderful hands."
"They're great for apprehending fleeing felons and soothing ladies in distress," he chuckled.
She turned around to retrieve her sweater and bent over again. The officer could see the crack of her ass as she reached for the ground, and her tits swayed down nearly brushing the short grass. She turned, facing him, and raised her arms to bring the sweater over them. She wiggled her whole body as she brought the sweater down around her neck, then slowly further until it covered the top of her tit. She moved it slowly down her tit and the officer watched wide-eyed as the glorious brown-tipped nipple made its patient descent. He began bending over to watch it go, and he became aware of the stiffening in his pants. When she was completely clad again, his prick stood out stiffly, causing a lump in his shiny blue pants. She looked him over, letting her gaze rest on his bulging pants.
"Is this for me?" she asked, reaching down and grabbing hold of his hard weapon.
"That belongs to the force," he said weakly.
"Ah, well, you'd best go back there and tell them it's ready to make another deposit in the policemen's fund," she quipped and gave a hard jerk to his prick.
He jumped back and she turned to walk back to the car. He tried to stop her, but found it difficult to run with the lump in his pants. When she emerged on the road, he stayed behind in the bushes, watching her ass bob toward her car. She got in, started the engine and drove off down the road.
"Here's something for you two to have some fun with," she said, handing over a pointed silver policeman's star.
"What happened?" Victor asked.
"He turned out to be a very nice man," she replied, "and he gave me his badge as a token of friendship. And I'm giving it to you."
Victor and Erich didn't know what to think. Victor took the badge and pinned it on his shirt. The car continued down the road at a brisk clip, Miss Manley weaving in and out of traffic. They watched the scenery rush past and in a short while they passed the signpost that read: City Limits. The boys both felt an enormous sense of loss as they rushed past the sign. They felt they were leaving everything behind them and they felt sad and afraid. They felt very much alone.
Miss Manley sensed their emotions and began to talk gaily of the sights they would see.
"Have either of you ever seen a farm?" she asked.
"No," Erich answered. "We've always lived in the city."
"One city or another," Victor added.
"I was like that, too," Miss Manley said. "I never was in the country until I met John. He says it's the real way to live, although he also has his place in the city. The city has its good points, but you really need to get outdoors sometimes and see what the world outside looks like. You know, there are places where you can run all day and never come across another human being. And you can shout as loud as you want and nobody is there to tell you to keep quiet. And there's always food like we had this morning. Didn't you like breakfast this morning?" she asked.
"We sure did," they both replied.
"Oh, I think you'll like it out here." They drove on in silence for some time until they spotted a person beside the road. As they approached it became clear that he was hitchhiking and when they got still closer it became clear that he was a she. Miss Manley slowed down and pulled over next to a cute young teenage girl wearing jeans and a loose workshirt.
"Hop in," Miss Manley said.
"Gee, thanks for stopping," she said as they started again. "I've been waiting here for over an hour for a ride. Nobody would pick me up."
She sat in the back next to Erich and the two of them looked at each other for the first time and let out an exclamation of surprise.
"You're Sue-Ellen Hanes, aren't you?" Erich asked.
Victor turned around to look and she said excitedly, "Yeah, that's right. Aren't you the Stern twins?"
"That's us," Victor beamed.
"Boy, are you guys in a lot of trouble," she giggled. "Half the police force is looking for you."
"Is that right, Victor?" Miss Manley asked. "Victor is a bona fide officer of the law, you know."
Victor raised himself up and showed his genuine policeman's badge.
"Oh, that's not real," she said.
"Certainly is," Miss Manley said.
"How'd he get it?" she asked.
"I gave it to him," Miss Manley said. "I have lots of friends in lots of places. And my friends tell me that you're running away from home. I wouldn't be scolding someone for something I was doing myself," she said.
"Oh, I'm not running away for good. I'm going back tomorrow. I just wanted to go away for a day. Are you and Erich really running away for good?" she asked.
"Who told you that?" Victor asked.
"Bob Wilson. He said you weren't ever coming back,"
"Bob Wilson told us all about you," Victor said.
"What did he say?" she asked. "Oh, lots of things," Victor replied. "Like what?"
"Do you really want to know?" Victor said.
"Yes, I do," she replied.
"He said you had big tits. And he said "you were a good lay but that you always came too soon." Victor suddenly realized what he had just said, and blushed.
She laughed when she noticed it and said, "You're blushing, aren't you, Victor? You were always the shy one. I think you're cute. Did Bob tell you that? I told him, but I don't think he did. He told you lies instead. I don't come too soon; it's him. He comes in his pants half the time. He's so nervous about the whole thing. All the guys think he's a stud. The only reason I like him is because he's the only one who's not afraid to do it. Everybody else is chicken. But I hear you two guys aren't."
"No, they're not," Miss Manley interjected.
"You can?" she said, looking at Miss Manley incredulously.
"That's right," Miss Manley replied. "You know," she said, "you remind me a lot of myself when I was your age. I liked to go out on my own and have fun, screw around. You like that, don't you?"
"If the guy's right," she replied.
"What about if the girl's right?" Miss Manley asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Haven't you ever had a girl get you off?"
Miss Manley asked incredulously.
"No, I haven't, and I've never really wanted to."
Miss Manley suddenly pulled off the main road onto a lonely dirt road that ran through the woods.
"Where are we going?" Sue asked.
"This is a favorite place of mine. I was going to show it to the boys and I thought you might like to see it, too. It's just up the road a bit."
Miss Manley drove deeper into the brush until they could no longer hear the sound of car tires on the main highway. They drove over a slight rise and halted just below it in front of a small grove of squat bushes.
"Blueberry time!" Miss Manley called out, halting the car and hopping out. She opened the trunk and brought out a blanket to rest on and three buckets. They all walked down toward the wild berries and Miss Manley picked a few to taste them, then handed a bunch to her three guests. They were just ripe.
"You and Victor use that bucket, and Erich and I will use this one," she said, handing a basket to Victor and one to Erich. They walked into the brush and began picking the berries. The two partners walked in opposite directions and so were left mostly alone and to themselves. Sue wanted to know all about the twins' adventures since they had run away and Victor told the story so well that he captivated her. They walked and picked berries arid laughed when he came to a funny detail in the story. When their bucket was half full, Miss Manley called them back, and they returned reluctantly.
"I think we should wash and eat a few of these berries," Miss Manley suggested. "There's a little spring just up the road where you can get a bucketful of water," she said, handing a bucket to Victor. "Will you and Sue go down and get a little?" she said.
"Okay," he said as he took the bucket and walked off down the trail with Sue.
Soon they came to a little spring that bubbled up out of the ground and ran down the rocks into a shallow stream. Victor knelt down and felt it, then took a handful of it and splashed it in Sue Ellen's face. She laughed at Victor's anger and splashed him again and he grabbed her wrist and they began to wrestle. She was older and stronger and soon pinned him, but let him roll "her over until he sat on top of her. They both laughed gleefully. When the laughter subsided, Victor sat on top of her, staring down into her round brown eyes. She was really very pretty, he thought. He wanted to kiss her, but was still a little timid.
"I don't mind if you kiss me," she said, reading his mind.
Victor was a little shaky as he brought his body down upon hers and his lips touched hers. She embraced him in her arms, holding him tightly against her. He could feel the curvature of her tits against his chest and her tongue dancing lightly along their joined lips. When the kiss parted, Victor had begun breathing heavily.
"Bob once told me that he wanted to trade me to you for a girl you two had. I think it was Miss Manley. I told him that if I wanted you, I would get you on my own and that if he wanted your girl, he would have to get her on his own. I told him I wasn't his property. He got real mad at that. So I quit letting him do it to me. That was over a month ago. The whole time I wanted you, but I didn't know how to talk with you. You were younger. I thought others would think I was stupid if I went out with younger guys. But it was you I wanted. Did you want me?" she asked.
"I guess I did," Victor admitted.
She held him close and they kissed in each other's arms, Victor on top of her.
"Will you undress me?" she asked.
Victor began opening the buttons of her shirt nervously. He was relieved to find she wore no bra, because he was still unsure of the technique in opening the catch at the back.
She had firm young tits, much smaller than Miss Manley's, but Victor thought they were prettier. They were soft but did not sag at all, and the nipples were a light tan color and smooth. They looked and felt like pencil erasers. He brought his lips down and kissed the tip of each nipple. On the second one, she brought her hands behind his head and buried his face in the tender young flesh. He put his mouth around her tit and took as much of it in as he could, twirling his tongue on the nipple as he did so.
"Oh, yes, Victor, that feels so good. Keep on," she whispered.
They rolled in the grass like this awhile and then Victor raised himself up and undid the snap of her jeans, slowly opening the fly. The sparse, soft hair of her pubis became visible. She wasn't wearing panties. She raised her bottom from the ground and Victor slid her jeans over her ass and down her thighs. She had slender, muscular thighs that converged to little mounds of her sex, which had a sprinkling of new pubis hair growing over it. Victor reached down and ran his hand over the roundness. She pushed herself up to meet his touch, then rose and began undressing him.
She helped him pull his T-shirt over his head and then placed her hand on his bare young chest. She felt how the ribcage curved slightly down to his flat stomach and then his fingers inside the waist of his pants. She undid the buckle and snap and slowly let the zipper down, revealing the bulging presence of his prick. She felt it in her hands through the rough cotton of his underwear, then slipped her hand inside the elastic and felt the soft skin of his cock. He stood and she pulled his pants down to his ankles, and lifted them off as he raised each leg.
She lay back and reached up her arms toward him. He fell upon her with kisses and she held him close. He struggled to find the opening to insert his pounding prod until she squeezed him tightly, and reached down to grasp it at the base. Spreading her legs wide, she guided him down into her wet and waiting well. He plunged into the hot waters, diving deep as he could go, until their pelvic bones grinded together. She was tight and hard on his cock, unlike Miss Manley. She moved instinctively, as he did, each causing the other stimulation while increasing their own. He brought his penis sliding back, nearly extracting it from its sensual hair. He slid it along the roof of her vagina, stroking her clit as it went. It was like a tiny blunt thorn that caught on the head of his prick and sent tingles rushing up in both directions, causing them to shiver. He ran his shaft down again until it touched the back of her shallow well and repeated the motion again. They both clung to each other as the gyrations increased in speed until they were rocking back and forth in the grass. He drove himself into her with all his strength as he came gushing inside her.
She felt the hot juices splash and his penis jerk and expand, and then her whole body contracted in short, powerful spasms that shook them both.
He spent his juices and felt himself growing weaker until she grabbed a handful of his ass and pushed him deep into her again.
"Please, don't pull out yet," she said. "It feels so wonderful,-Victor."
She whispered this in his ear and then nibbled the lobe lightly. The feeling was electric. As she ran her tongue around the inside of his ear, he could feel himself growing hard again. He was amazed at the thought of coming again so soon. He knew that he could, though, with Sue. He held her tightly with his newfound confidence and pushed his firm prick all the way into her, until he could feel her soft hair against him. He knew he had no hair on his pubis himself but that didn't seem to matter anymore. He caressed her waist and then brought his hand up to her tit and cupped the smooth, blossoming flesh, running his thumb over the nipple. She placed her hands on his waist and accentuated his up and down motion, directing his insertions to better please her. She kissed his eyes and forehead and neck and then closed her arms around his waist, drawing him deeper into her, lifting and locking her legs around him so she clung tightly to him.
They both clung tightly to each other in the rocking movements, waiting for the moment of ecstasy to arrive. It crept up on their inner thoughts, beginning in vague sensations in their thighs, accumulating strength, spreading inward to the point of deepest penetration, and then rebounding back with a glow until their whole body was bathed in the idea, lusting after it with all their young feelings and sensations. Victor thought he would lose consciousness but the magical force drove him on as he felt the sensation take over his body and throw it into convulsive jolts, sending hot joy shooting into her womb. She sobbed and shook as the orgasm took hold and sent her sailing out to meet him. They clutched and pawed each other like wild animals and struggled to reach higher until they both fell over the edge and lay panting and entwined. They lay listening to their breathing mixed with the sound of the stream and the song of the birds.
A human voice came drifting through it all finally reaching through the blissful cloud they lay in and they distinguished Miss Manley's voice calling them back. They lay for a few minutes, then called back and said they were coming. They walked to the stream and splashed cold water over themselves and shivered in the cool air. They shook all of themselves dry as best as they could and then dressed again. Victor filled the bucket with water and they started back hand in hand. They stopped twice on the way and kissed and embraced.
They walked back into the clearing, apparently looking quite disheveled, for Miss Manley said, "It looks like the spring gave you quite a battle, but I guess you won since you got the water."
They both adjusted their clothes guiltily as they set the water down next to the two now-full buckets of blueberries. Miss Manley washed a bunch and then set it on the blanket. "Dig in," she said and they all began plucking and eating the juicy berries. Their tongues and lips soon turned blue as well as their fingertips. They smiled and stuck their blue-tinged tongues between heir blue-coated lips and they all laughed and ate. Then they passed around the big bucket and each took a long drink from it.
"It's time we were getting back on the road," Miss Manley said. They each took a bucket, two still well-stocked with berries and Miss Manley gathered up the blanket. They headed back toward the car. Victor and Sue managed to maneuver it so that they sat together in the back seat and Erich sat up front with Miss Manley. They drove up the country road and soon emerged again onto the highway. Sue set her hand on the seat between her and Victor and he shyly placed his hand over hers. She edged toward him until she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, I forgot to ask," Miss Manley said. "Where are you going? We're going as far as Chapel Hill."
"That'll be great," she said.
"Why don't you come with us?" Victor asked.
"Where are you going?" she inquired.
"To a farm. We're going to visit some friends of Miss Manley's. Do you think it would be all right if she came along, Miss Manley?"
"I suppose," she said. "How old are you?" Miss Manley asked.
"Seventeen," Sue lied.
"Me, too," Miss Manley said.
"What?" Sue said with confusion.
"I mean you're no more seventeen than I am," Miss Manley reasoned.
"Okay, I'm fifteen. Well, almost. I will be in two months," Sue said.
"Heavens," Miss Manley said. "I was just curious. Victor is only thirteen. He's good for thirteen, don't you think?"
"He sure is," Sue beamed. Victor blushed.
"There's only one thing about inviting you to the farm," Miss Manley said. "You must keep it a secret. You can never tell anyone about it. Can I trust you?"
"Why?" Sue asked. The twins listened with interest.
"Because this is a very special place. It is the most wonderful place I have ever seen. It can only stay that way if people don't find out about it. You'll understand more when you see it. I think you'll be pleased. Can I trust you?" she repeated.
Sue took the vow of secrecy, then the hoys followed. They drove along in silence. Miss Manley looked in he mirror and saw that Victor and Sue were making out in the back seat. She smiled and reached one hand across to touch Erich lightly on the thigh. Erich looked over at her, diverting his gaze from the beautiful scenery rushing past. She motioned with her finger for him to move closer to her. He obeyed and sat next to her.
"Do you know how to drive?" she asked.
"No," Erich replied.
"I'll teach you," she said slyly. "Slide over me," she told him. He shuffled over her lap while she tried to keep her foot on the gas and steer the car. They slowed down and weaved across the center stripe as Miss Manley shifted herself to the passenger side.
"Now, put your foot on the gas pedal. Good. Try to keep up a steady speed. Not too fast." She held the wheel steady while Erich mastered the pedal. "Now, take the wheel. I'll help guide you at first. Feel how I keep the car steady. Okay, you try."
Erich took the wheel and kept it steady for a few minutes, then began edging toward the shoulder. Miss Manley steered him back into the lane again and gave the wheel back to him. He drove down the highway for some 20 miles, weaving back and forth but having a grand time. Gradually he became more proficient, guiding the car semi-completely down the road. In the back seat, Victor and Sue decided that if they were going to be cracked up with Erich at the wheel, they might as well go in each other's arms, and lay down in the seat locked in a passionate embrace.
"You're doing great!" Miss Manley encouraged him. "How does it feel?"
"This is easy," he boasted. "That's fine. Now comes the real driver's safety test. Every driver has to pass this test if he wants to drive with me."
She reached down and grabbed a handful of cock and squeezed hard. Erich recoiled and swerved clear to the other side of the road. Miss Manley grabbed the wheel and guided them back.
"Not very good," she said. "You failed the test. You need more practice," she concluded and left him to his driving for a while. He realized what was in store and his cock hardened as he drove. He riveted his attention to the road and grabbed the wheel tightly.
"Relax," she laughed. "It's not that bad. Calm yourself down. I'm not going to hurt you. I'll tell you what I'm going to do so you won't be shocked and run up into a ditch. I'm going to suck you off while you drive. All you have to do is keep your eyes on the road and make sure you don't kill us and I'll take care of the rest. Got it? Okay, I'm going to put my hand on your prick now. Don't get all fidgety and jumpy."
She touched her hand to his thigh, then rested it in his lap. "Not so bad, is it?" she asked.
He drove on with a death grip on the wheel.
"Now," she said, "I'm going to unzip your fly and pull your pants down so I can get at that pretty little cock of yours."
Her hand was already on his fly, pulling the zipper down. She unsnapped the catch and opened his jeans.
"Sit up so I can pull your pants down over your ass," she told him.
He raised himself up, swerved and had to sit again to gain control of the car. A truck zoomed past in the other lane with its air horn screaming. Miss Manley laughed. "Come on, let's get your pants off while we're still alive."
Erich raised himself up again and she tugged at his pants and underwear together, causing them both to drop down to his ankles. Erich felt ridiculous sitting behind the wheel of the speeding car with his cock standing up stiffly and his pants hanging around his ankles. Miss Manley reached out to the dash and threw a switch that sent a blast of air shooting into his crotch. He jumped at the sensation and she laughed again. "Just getting us a little fresh air," she assured him.
She closed the vent again and ran her .fingers over the goose bumps on his thighs. She touched his bare pubis and marveled again at its stark beauty. She took it in her hand and only the head stuck out above the grip of her hand. She brought her head down and kissed the purple cap. Erich was crushing the wheel in his grip and struggling to maintain their position in the road.
She moved her hand down the shaft and took the length of his shaft into her mouth. She massaged his little balls while she sucked his cock. He fidgeted in the seat, breathing heavily. He wished he had never volunteered for this task. She began moving her mouth up and down the length of his shaft. He began rocking in his seat and the car swerved along with him. The car streaked down the road in a swerving snake dance.
Miss Manley held the snake firmly in her mouth. She blew on it as she descended to the base, and then sucked as she slid back up again. She fondled his balls gently until his whole body shook. Erich saw cars coming toward him, sometimes in his own lane, and he would realize he had drifted over and swerve back to the sound of a blaring car horn. He gripped the wheel in terror praying that Miss Manley would finish her work quickly. Instead, she took his cock out of her mouth and stopped to rest. She listened to Erich's heavy breathing and looked up at the terrified look on his face.
"Please hurry," he pleaded.
"Aren't you having fun?" she asked teasingly.
"Miss Manley, please," Erich began.
"Anything for you, Erich," she said and took his cock back into her mouth in one gulp. He was jolted and swerved again. The sound of a horn flew by again. Miss Manley held his ass with both hands and opened her mouth wide to take in his balls along with his cock. She sucked lightly and then traveled up to the tip again, tickling it with the tip of her tongue. She rotated her head as it came down on him and sucked as it came up. He drove himself into her mouth and she grabbed his balls, squeezing them gently as if she were milking him. His come shot into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. He struggled in her grip, trying to bounce in the seat, but she held him fast, her hands around his ass and her face buried in his crotch. Finally, his hands relaxed on the wheel, the muscles in his legs loosened and the car began to slow down. He realized he had been going very fast. He glanced at the speedometer and noticed it was dropping from ninety. He must have been going over a hundred, he thought with a shudder. Miss Manley stayed with her head in his lap, sucking on his cock as it grew limp again. She turned over and lay in the seat with her head in his lap.
"You're a wonderful driver," she said.
"Thanks," he said, looking down at her. Taking his eyes from the road a minute, he swerved and the car ran into the soft gravel of the shoulder, past the shoulder, over some short bushs, and came to rest two feet from the woods.
Victor and Sue had tumbled from the back seat and climbed up from the floor board.
"What happened?" Victor asked, scratching his head.
Miss Manley collected herself, looked out at the tree trunks a few feet away, gave a sigh of relief and said, "I think I better drive the rest of the way."
Erich was trembling like a leaf and opened the door to get out. He forgot his pants were still dangling around his ankles and he fell flat on his face. He scrambled up again and pulled his pants back up. Everyone got out of the car to regroup their senses and then to stretch. When they felt calm again, they all piled back into the car and started off again.
They drove on for about another two hours, Miss Manley constantly reassuring them that they were almost there, until finally they went over a rise and began descending down into a flat valley of groves and fields. "This is it," Miss Manley said.
They drove on through the groves for another twenty minutes before they came upon a group of wooden houses with great wide porches. They noticed the grand splendor of it, and then saw the horses running free and then the children. There were dozens of children, of all ages, and they were either scantily clad or nude entirely. Miss Manley drove slowly up the long driveway as the others looked on with wide eyes at this apparent paradise.
She parked the car in front of a large white house.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Here we are!" she announced. "What do you think?"
"It's wonderful," Sue said.
The twins simply nodded their approval.
"Let's get the berries inside to the kitchen and have something to eat," Miss Manley said and headed toward the front door. They followed, Victor and Erich carrying a bucket of blueberries.
This is John's . Almost all the kids who live in here will eventually work for John. He's very good about that. The job you have is to have fun and help other people have fun. That's John's business; he makes people happy. He helps them have fun."
They didn't exactly understand. "Does he put on shows and concerts?" Victor asked.
"Among other things," Miss Manley asked. "Maybe he'll even let you be in one of his productions."
They finished their light meal and Miss Manley offered to show them the rooms where they would stay. They followed her from the kitchen into the living room where they came upon a group of naked children lolling on the rug and playing with each other's sex organs. Not one even bothered to look up from his game to see who had come in. Two little girls were sitting across from each other and were taking turns kissing each other on the cunt.
A girl was rolling a boy's penis between the toes of her feet. Another girl was playing with her own small hole, running a pencil in and out of it. Several children were paired off and were locked in tight embrace. The whole scene seemed unreal. Several of the children said hello to Miss Manley as they wound their way through the crowd. When they were safely through the maze and headed down a long hallway, Miss Manley turned to the boys to see their reaction. Erich was smiling and Victor wore an expression of bemused confusion, and both of them had growing pricks bulging in their pants.
"We can go back there later, but now I want to show you your rooms," Miss Manley said slyly.
She took out a ring of keys, selected one as she paused before a wooden door, and inserted it in the brass lock.
"You'll be staying in this suite, sharing the bathroom with the boys," Miss Manley said to Sue.
"I hope you don't mind," she added.
"No, of course not," Sue said.
Erich and Victor entered the room on the right, and stopped to stare in amazement at the plexiglass walls and huge, globelike chair with plush, red velvet lining. It didn't fit in at all with the wild, outdoorsy surroundings of the rest of the house. The only connecting link was the floor to ceiling clear plexiglass windows looking out to the western mountains on the horizon. A huge fish aquarium took up another wall and it was filled with salt water fish of every color in the world. Green ferns were waving in a slight current, perhaps generated by the one, huge black eel that circled nervously back and forth in the huge aquarium. The beds were covered in black fur, and each was shaped in a large half-circle so that they could be pushed together to make one enormous round bed. The twins were impressed and pleased that Miss Manley had brought them here.
"I'll leave you two to rest for a while," Miss Manley said. "I'd like to talk with you for a few minutes, if I could," she said to Sue.
"Sure," Sue replied.
Sue opened the door to her room and stood looking at what appeared to be a glass-walled garden, with a small fountain at one end that ran down a miniature stone cliff and dropped like a waterfall into a little brick pond. Goldfish glistened in the clear waters, and a few pennies were visible at the bottom. One wall was made of oiled wood paneling and a large brass bed stood against it. A pair of oval rattan chairs hung from the ceiling on either side of the bed and the glass walls were -lined with exotic and colorful plants.
"This was once the greenhouse," Miss Manley said. "Do you like it?" she asked.
"I'm allergic to pollen," Sue confessed.
"No problem," Miss Manley replied. They left and walked to the room on the other side of the twins' room and Miss Manley opened the door on a long, narrow room that was dimly lit and had two alcoves opening on either side of the entrance. The alcoves were oval-shaped with ceiling-length windows and a parrot cage swinging from the ceiling in the center of each one. Plush burgundy carpeting led up the room to a huge round bed that took up nearly the entire floor. There was just barely room to pass on either side to get to the door at the far end of the room, which led to the bathroom and the twins' room beyond that.
"This is my room," Miss Manley said. "You can sleep here tonight."
"Where will you sleep?" Sue asked.
"Don't worry about me," Miss Manley replied.
Sue stood in he soft, languid light as Miss Manley strolled to a bar that she had in one alcove. She fixed herself a drink and prepared to take a sip but stopped and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to offer you something. How impolite of me. And you are my guest. What can I fix you?"
"Oh, nothing," Sue said modestly.
"I've embarrassed you, now. No, I insist. Is a daiquiri okay? I just fixed a batch." Miss Manley poured out an ice cold pink daiquiri and handed it to Sue.
"Thank you," Sue said and took a sip of the sweet drink. "Good," she said.
"My favorite," Miss Manley said. "Drink up, there's lots more," she added, holding up an icy pitcherful.
The drink was sweet and cold and Sue hardly noticed the alcohol. She was thirsty from the long ride and drank the whole glass quickly.
"This is terrific," Sue said. Miss Manley poured Sue another drink. Sue began sipping this one a bit slower than the first. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge.
"Kick your shoes off," Miss Manley said, pouring herself another drink and strolling leisurely toward the bed. "How do you like my room?"
"It's nice. A little odd."
"Yes, but I think it matches my character."
Sue finished her drink and Miss Manley promptly poured her another. "I'm really thirsty," Sue said.
"So am I," Miss Manley concurred. "How about a toast? Here's to love in all its many forms."
"To love," Sue repeated. They both downed their drinks. Miss Manley took Sue's glass and her own and poured two fresh daiquiries. Sue watched Miss Manley dreamily as she returned with a glassful of the blissful nectar.
"I want to make a toast," Sue said.
"By all means," Miss Manley asserted.
"To Miss Manley, the world's best host."
"To me," Miss Manley smiled and they both tilted their heads back and took a long drink.
"I'm awfully tired," Sue said.
"Well, then, why don't you relax," Miss Manley said. She took Sue's drink from her hand and set it on a little night stand that protruded from the bed. She immediately flopped back on the bed. Sue closed her eyes and thought she could feel the room spinning.
"I think I'm getting drunk," Sue confessed.
"Me, too," Miss Manley agreed. "Hey, why don't you scoot over and make room for me?"
"Gosh, I'm sorry," Sue said and moved to one side. Miss Manley plopped down on the bed, laying her shoulder bag on the floor as she did. They lay on their backs for a few moments.
"Miss Manley?" Sue said.
"Yes."
"Have you ever really had sex with Victor and Erich?"
"Sure have."
"Both at the same time?"
"Among other things, yes."
"That must be fun. I like Victor. He's really good at sex."
"Taught him everything he knows," Miss Manley boasted.
"Why did you do it?"
"I like them. They're strong, handsome young men and they're good lovers. Most men aren't. Most women, either. You're very lucky to be like you are."
Sue heard Miss Manley's voice as if from a distance. The room swirled through her memory as she drifted off slowly to sleep. She felt someone unbuttoning her skirt, but she didn't have the energy to look and see who or why it was. She felt the snap on her pants open and then her zipper went down.
"I'm trying to make you more comfortable," Miss Manley's voice suddenly burst through. "You can at least help me by lifting that pretty little rump of yours so I can get these jeans off you."
Sue raised herself up without opening her eyes, just enough for Miss Manley to slip the pants over her rump and down to her ankles. Miss Manley toyed with the pants, shaking Sue's leg as if she couldn't get the pants off. "Leggo!" Miss Manley demanded in a slurred voice. Sue laughed and kicked her legs back and forth. Miss Manley finally pulled them off with a tug and Sue's legs dropped to the bed limply. She lay with her eyes closed, giggling.
"Okay, now, up. Off with the shirt."
Miss Manley raised Sue up and took the shirt from Sue's exaggerated limp shoulders. Then Miss Manley dropped back on the bed herself and closed her eyes.
"Shit, you're a real wet noodle when you get drunk. Now who's going to help me get comfortable? You don't look like you're going to be very cooperative. Cheez."
Sue opened one eye guiltily and spied Miss Manley lying beside her. What the hell, she though, and forced herself to rise from her drunken lethargy. She began opening the buttons of Miss Manley's blouse.
"Thanks," Miss Manley said, her eyes tightly shut. I am a little drunk, she thought.
Sue opened the shirt to reveal Miss Manley's wonderful bosom. The warm brown nipples were soft and relaxed. Sue unsnapped the pants and lowered the zipper, then began the battle to get the skin-tight jeans over Miss Manley's ample ass and down her thorough thighs. Sue tugged and pulled as the pants inched their way down Miss Manley's slender stomach.
"How do you ever get these things on?" Sue puffed.
"With a strict diet," Miss Manley chuckled.
The jeans and the panties were coming down together, but neither Miss Manley nor Sue seemed to mind, so long as the pants made it off. A few of the pubic hair became visible, then more of the curly brown bush as the line of her opening came into view. Sue marveled at the sight as she mentally compared it to her own tiny pubis with its sparse covering of fine, black hair. Finally, she managed to get the pants over the crucial point and they slid easily off Miss Manley's ankles.
"Whew!" Sue exclaimed and plopped back on the bed. She reached down and took the half-full daiquiri glass in her hands. "I need another drink." She downed the icy remains in one gulp.
"Me, too," Miss Manley piped in.
"Oh, heck, well, I'll go get another one. No, I'l go get two more."
She went to he bar and poured the two drinks and returned to the bed, standing over the naked Miss Manley. "Here," she said, extending a drink to Miss Manley, who propped herself up to accept the drink and they both laughed at how drunk they were.
"To daiquiris," Miss Manley toasted. They both drank. Sue set her drink down and lay back down on he bed. She immediately felt the bed rolling as if it were floating on waves. She began humming a tune to herself, mouthing the words.
"I once knew a boy. He was so mean, he put my padded bra in the drying machine. It melted the rubber, it deformed the foam, it looked like a refugee from an old ladies' home."
"I'm really getting silly," Sue said. She felt a hand on her thigh, but she didn't seem to mind. It felt rather pleasant and good.
"You have very nice legs," Miss Manley said.
"I wish I had had legs like yours when I was your age." She ran her hand all the way down Sue's leg to her slender ankle, then up again on the inside of her legs. Her hand felt the fine smooth texture of Sue's inner thigh and traced a line up to the little bridge between Sue's legs and the hand stopped to rest on the tiny mound.
Miss Manley placed a slight pressure on the spot and moved her hand circularly. Sue thought to herself that slip should stop Miss Manley for doing this, but it felt so incredibly wonderful, these sensations that were drifting up through her hazy consciousness. She tilted her head back further and felt Miss Manley pulling her underwear over her ass and down her legs. Sue obligingly lifted her legs to help the process.
Sue lay naked and still on the bed, her lovely young body stretched out in the darkness beside the full, womanly figures of Miss Manley, whose hand came down and touched Sue's pubic rise, the fingers running lightly over the fine soft hair. Her middle finger traced the valley that ran down the middle of the mound and then she turned her finger sideways so her long fingernail entered the slit slightly. She ran her finger down the slit again like this and the odd sensation caused Sue to spread her legs wide automatically. Miss Manley knelt down in front of Sue and brought her face down to Sue's cunt, kissing the surface lightly. She kissed the area all around the opening; the inside of each thigh, each half of the mound, Sue's flat stomach. Sue felt it all from her dream-like state and found it wonderful. She forgot where she was and who was stimulating her. All Sue could sense was the tingling stimulation Miss Manley was performing on her.
Miss Manley brought her lips down on Sue's pubic lips and kissed them long and wetly. She ran her tongue over the opening and around its rim. Sue brought her knees up so the entire opening came up to Miss Manley's view. Miss Manley ran her finger all the way down the slit and over the little area of flesh that separated the cunt from Sue's asshole. She ran her finger over this opening and inserted it slightly in the hole, rotating it a little. Before Sue could react, Miss Manley replaced her lips to Sue's cunt and began kissing and flicking her tongue in and out. She probed the upper wall with her tongue until she came to the hard little pleasure button and she ran her tongue all around it. At the same time, she forced her finger deeper into Sue's asshole, causing a mixed sensation of pain with pleasure. The sensations became so entwined Sue could not tell which came from where. Miss Manley rotated the finger in Sue's ass while she continued to massage the clit with her expert tongue. Sue's cunt had gotten dripping wet and Miss Manley placed her mouth full over the opening and sucked a goodly portion of the juices into her mouth.
Removing her finger from Sue's ass, Miss Manley maneuvered her body until she had her legs spread across Sue's face, all done while she continued her gentle massage on Sue's pleasure box.
Miss Manley lowered herself slowly, until a few cunt hair were tickling Sue's cute button nose. Sue brought her hand up to scratch the itch and found Miss Manley's thighs instead. She opened her eyes to see Miss Manley's great mound of flesh perched just above her face. Sue thought to herself, what the hell, and placed her hands on Miss Manley's firm round rump, drawing the primed pussy to her mouth.
Miss Manley gladly lowered herself down onto Sue's face, and her juices flowed freely at the first touch of Sue's lips. She rotated her hips until Sue's tongue came into contact with her large, hard clit, and Sue obligingly sucked and licked it alternately. Miss Manley continued the same process on Sue's vital organs, running her tongue deep into her vagina, and then emerging along the upper wall, rolling over Sue's palpitating clit.
She flicked at it with the slightest pressure very quickly, so the little clitoris rocked back and forth like a little pleasure bell signaling the coming of the orgasm. As if on cue, Sue began a smooth undulating motion, moving her hips higher and harder into Miss Manley's face. Miss Manley tried to press herself deeper into Sue's sex, at the same time pressing her own cunt down onto Sue's sensual mouth. Sue came, at last, the juices flowing freely inside her, and Miss Manley flicked at the clit and sucked alternately. Sue lay spent finally and seemed to have lost the interest in her stimulation of Miss Manley, who rotated herself on Sue's face, but got no response.
"A limp noodle, all right," she said as she climbed off Sue and reached over to get the rest of her drink that sat on the night stand still. She took a sip, and then had an idea. Sue lay with her knees still up and her cunt pointing toward the ceiling. Her legs were spread wide and Miss Manley looked straight down into the depths of Sue's cunt.
She placed one hand on Sue's thigh and with the other poured a little of her ice-cold drink into Sue's hole. Sue kicked, knocking the glass to the floor. She tried to jump up, but Miss Manley caught her and pushed her back down.
"I'll get it," she said and placed her mouth on Sue's cunt and began to suck. The daiquiri mixed with the steaming cunt juices into an exotic flavor and Miss Manley sucked for a long time, flicking her tongue in and out occasionally. Sue lay back, feeling her juices beginning to flow again. She felt drunk and drained.
Miss Manley suddenly rose and got up from the bed. She reached down and grabbed her shoulder bag that lay beside the bed and opened it, taking but a small rubbery instrument shaped like a penis. It was long and rounded at both ends and had a flat rubber divider like a skirt around the middle. The ends had tiny rubber feelers that were made of the softest imaginable material. Miss Manley took it and crawled back onto the bed. She ran the end of the instrument over Sue's chest, tickling her nipples with it, then running it down to her waist and over her mound. Sue responded with a motion of her body several times as the feelers found especially sensitive areas.
Miss Manley took the gadget in both hands and twisted the shaft a half turn. The instrument made a buzzing noise as it vibrated rapidly in her hands. She placed the jiggling rubber feelers on Sue's nipple again and this time the sensation made Sue recoil in delight. Miss Manley ran the whirring dildo all around Sue's tits, then down her belly. Sue giggled and squirmed at the wonderful tickling sensation. The gadget ran down her pubis and tickled her anus.
Miss Manley took the gadget and placed it to her own tit, letting the tiny fingers stimulate her nipples until they were stiff. She smiled at her own prowess as she let the vibrator travel down her tummy to the soft hair of her cunt. She massaged herself with her hand and let the vibrator follow as the sensations started her sexual generator going. She turned the thing off momentarily and inserted it into her opening, then gave it a half twist again. The tiny fingers whirred inside her, tingling her entire womb. She tossed her hair back and ran the instrument up against her clit. The feeling was like rain falling steadily inside her, and like a thousand little fingers stroking every part of her supersensitive vagina, her throbbing clit. She had to force herself to reach down and give the instrument a half turn again. It shut off. She stood for a moment as the tingling sensation subsided and then looked at Sue lying dreamily on the bed, her legs parted wide.
She placed her hips between Sue's, the dildo sticking out of her cunt, and spread Sue's legs as wide as they would go. She brought the furry head of her tool down to touch the moist lips of Sue's vagina, then eased it into her. Sue was a little tight, and Miss Manley worked the dildo with her hands and her hips, moving as if she were a man inserting his prick, as she pressed the shaft deeper and deeper into Sue. As she did this, the dildo was pushed deeper inside her, too and the feeling of all the little fingers brushing up inside her made her moan. She knew Sue must be feeling the same thing.
The rubber divider was between their two steaming cunts, separated by a distance of about three inches. Miss Manley reached down and gave the shaft a half twist and it began to whir as the little feelers came to life. Sue jerked at the immensity of the sensation, as did Miss Manley. Miss Manley brought herself down upon Sue, driving the vibrating penis all the way into both their cunts and they both let out painful moans of pleasure. Miss Manley caught her breath and brought her lips down on Sue's. Sue parted her lips hungrily and they kissed with savage ferocity, grinding their hips into each other. Sue dug her nails into Miss Manley's back and Miss Manley grabbed Sue's rump and clawed at it fiercely. The vibrator whirred and tingled inside both cunts, massaging the walls and churning the juices.
Miss Manley tightened her cunt muscles around the dildo and it shook and tickled her, trying to get free. She threw her head back but held on, then placed her hands on either side of Sue and raised herself from Sue's embrace, drawing the dildo up out of Sue's cunt until the little fingers were performing their magic dance on Sue's clit. Sue struggled to get free while trying to keep the dildo pressed to her pleasure node at the same time.
The feelings were causing her to writhe on the bed in an agony of pleasure. She tightened her muscles around the gadget and Miss Manley loosened her grip on it at the same instance. It was drawn down out of Miss Manley's cunt until it vibrated on her clit as well. Both women had their eyelids squeezed tight as the little gadget did its magic work on their senses.
Sue thrust her cunt up into the shimmying penis and then back down again and then up in rapid, panting movements. Miss Manley suddenly cried out and threw herself down on the shaft, sending it deep into both women's cunts until it whirred at the back of their vaginas. They grasped each other with all their might and ground their hips together, the little rubber divider between them. They clawed and tried to bite at each other as their orgasms shook them inside and out, and the vibrator continued its whirring and jiggling, causing the orgasm to go on and on. Both women were gasping for air and were drenched in sweat and come juices, but they continued, slaves of the little device that kept them going.
Their muscles became exhausted, and they began to respond less fitfully to the dildo's command, until finally they lay on top of one another, rolling rhythmically together and moaning. Miss Manley managed to slide herself off the dildo enough to reach down and make the lifesaving half turn. She collapsed beside Sue and they both fell into a death-like sleep.
Sue woke up much later and when she tried to get up felt an incredible pain in her head.
"Oh, my aching head," she said and lay back down on the bed. She felt a distinct throbbing at her temples and she let out another moan. Her throat felt very dry and coarse. She opened her eyes a little and saw the light streaming in one of the alcove windows and one of the parrots called out, "Good morning, good morning," to which the other responded, "Good night, good night."
Sue was confused for a moment whether it was night or day, but then Miss Manley walked in carrying a tall glass of orange juice and said, "Good morning."
"Morning. I was beginning to wonder which it was, morning or night," Sue replied.
"Head hurt?" Miss Manley asked.
"Horribly," Sue answered. "What happened last night? Everything seems so fuzzy, like a crazy dream."
"Well, I don't think you had any crazy dreams, but you did have an incredible sexual experience."
Sue started to remember, then looked at Miss Manley. Sue looked confused. Miss Manley reached down to her bag and held up the erotic dildo. "Remember your little friend?" she asked.
Sue looked at it with awe. "I guess I do," she said finally. "Then all that really happened. I don't know what to think."
"You knew what to think last night. You did just what you were supposed to do. And you got just what you deserved. I hope you enjoyed it."
"Well, I don't know. I You sure got me drunk. I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't been drunk. I think you tricked me. And I feel terrible today."
"Have a glass of juice. You'll feel better quick enough. I thought you wanted to do it. I wouldn't have if I thought you didn't want me to. But you liked it, didn't you?"
Sue didn't know what to say to that so she just drank in silence.
"I'll leave you to rest a while," Miss Manley said, and left.
Sue spent the day recuperating from a hangover while the boys spent it horseback riding with Miss Manley, who gave them a tour of the estate. It was enormous and all kinds of fruit groves as well as dairy cows and chickens. There were large spaces that were untouched where they could ride full out and shaded streams where they could rest and drink. It was a paradise world. They spent all day out and came back toward dusk, watching the sun descend behind the purple mountain in the distance. At supper, they ate in a large dining hall with some 100 or so others, mostly kids, and the food was all delicious and perfectly prepared. The boys felt they wanted to stay forever.
At supper they met some of the other children and they met the two redheaded twins from John's apartment. They laughed at each other and joked about the fun of being identical twins. Miss Manley said that if the boys stayed, they should match up with the two girls for a skit in the spring show they put on for fun every year. The boys said they wanted to stay more than anything.
Sue finally came in to supper and sat next to Victor, who beamed happily at her presence. She was feeling much better and ate a hearty meal. When supper was over, they all walked back to Miss Manley's room, where she told them to wait for her. They sat joking and talking to the parrots, who had a large vocabulary of cuss words.
Miss Manley entered with a neatly dressed man beside her.
"I'd like you to meet John Waters," she said.
"How do you do," they all said in turn.
"Well, I'm glad you all could see my estate," Waters began. "How do you like it?"
"It's beautiful," Erich said.
"Yes, it is. And it is all here for your pleasure, as long as you stay. You, I presume, are Victor?"
"No, I'm Erich."
"I'm Victor."
"And I'm Sue."
"I'm very pleased to meet you all. I hope you can stay for a long time. Make yourself at home and relax. If there is anything you need, don't hesitate to ask. I've got to be going now. I hope I'll get to see you again very soon. Goodbye for now."
"Goodbye," they all said.
Erich and Victor stayed with Sue and told her all about the sights they had seen that day. Sue smiled and nodded but didn't seem very impressed. Erich finally got tired and went off to his room. Victor stayed behind to talk to her.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," she said and turned away.
Victor felt confused. "Why are you acting like this? Something must be wrong. Can't you tell me what it is?"
"It's nothing. I-well-I just don't want to stay here, that's all."
Victor looked at her incredulously. "But why? Did I do something?"
"No, it's not you at all, Victor. I like you. I like you a lot. You seem a lot older than most of the boys, even the ones who are older than you. And I like to make love to you. I like that more than anything."
"Then what is it?"
"I want to go back home. I want to go back to my friends at school. I don't want to stay here forever. I just don't. And I don't like Miss Manley, either."
"But Miss Manley's a wonderful woman. And you haven't even seen the place yet. At least stay until you've seen the place."
"No, I want to go. Miss Manley said she wouldn't be here tonight, so I'll stay tonight, but I want to go tomorrow. Will you come back with me?"
"I can't go. I can't go and leave Erich here. And besides, what would I tell them when I got back. It's easy for you. You're older and you do this all the time. But not me. And where could I say Erich is?"
"Tell them you don't know."
"No, Erich and I always go together. Mom would know. And I can't leave Erich alone here, anyway. Won't you stay? I promise you'll like it when you see the rest of it."
"No, I won't, because Miss Manley will be here. Miss Manley did something very mean last night. She did something dreadful. And I can't stay anymore."
"What did she do?" Victor asked.
"She made me have sex with her."
Victor thought for a moment. "How did she do that?" he asked.
"She got me drunk, and then she stripped us both naked and made me kiss her pussy. It felt good last night when I was drunk, but it feels terrible today. And I know she'll want me to do it again. And I just can't, Victor. I can't. Please come with me."
She wrapped her arms around him and cried softly on his shoulder. Victor held her tightly and felt like he wanted to cry, too. They stayed in the embrace for a while, and Victor finally said, "I can't, Sue. I want to, but I just can't. Please don't ask me any more."
They went to the window and looked out at the moon rising over the mountains and Victor held her in the soft glow and kissed her lips. She put her arms around his slender waist and held him close and they embraced for a long time and felt each other's tongue gently resting on their lips. They undressed quickly and stood again in the moonlight, the glow illuminating their young and innocent bodies. They came together again and pressed themselves together, holding each other tightly.
She held his face in her hands and kissed his eyes lightly, then his lips were covered with her own small smile. He wanted to crush her into him and she had to break the embrace and say, "Victor, too tight. You're hurting me." He apologized and they embraced again.
She took him by the hand and led him to the bed, and she lay down first, pulling him down next to her. They lay side by side in the semi-darkness, touching each other's body and face as the moon crept higher in the windows, erasing time as it went.
Victor told her how beautiful she was and she kissed the palm of his hand and placed it upon her small, round tit. He felt its firmness and caressed it, then brought his lips down upon the upturned nipple. She placed her hands behind his head and ran her fingers through his hair as he cupped and kissed her little nipple.
He moved his lips up her tit, kissing her shoulders and neck and she rubbed his warm back and held his smooth, soft face in her hands. They kissed again and she rolled over on her back, bringing Victor down on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his back and pressed him tightly to her, opening her legs to let him touch her most treasured place with his.
He slipped his hips down easily and touched the lips of her sex-lightly with his. It slipped in easily and he eased his body down upon hers until he felt the soft hair of her pubis touch him. They lay like this, locked in a warm embrace, their lips mingling together, their bodies still. Victor held her face in his hands and stroked her cheek and she rubbed his back and caressed him. They both lay perfectly still and she felt his penis shiver slightly and then a warm tingling at the back of her womb. She opened her eyes and looked at his face as she felt another warm sensation and she shut her eyes back and kissed him lustfully. She felt a cold feeling spread all through her body and then a hot feeling, and they were both exquisite. Neither of them moved as they completed their silent, static orgasms and remained locked in each other's embrace. They soon fell asleep.
Victor awoke the next day alone. He felt sad and depressed and he ate very little for breakfast. He and Erich began their new lives of leisure, but he somehow didn't enjoy this new life without Sue. He missed her terribly. Erich had many new sexual adventures, most of them with Miss Manley, and he told Victor of them in graphic detail and Victor participated in some of them. Gradually, he began to forget about Sue as the memory of her became more and more distant in time.
Victor and Erich learned many new methods of sex, and they soon became the prize studs of the farm. Miss Manley was quite proud of her accomplishments and never tired of talking about them to Waters and of their latest achievements. Already they were up to three orgasms a day, and Miss Manley was plying them with all manner of stimulation to bring the number up higher. She would suck their cocks, put honey on them and let the cats lick it with their rough tongues, both their pricks in sweet oils.
She sent them out to play with other girls in the farm and she taught them the game of the pickle and the barrel which the little girls liked to play. The object was to get the little boy's stiff pickle into their sour little barrel and keep it there until the pickle became soft and cured. The boys played this game at least once a day with little girls no more than eight years old whose little cunts were barely big enough to fit a pencil into.
The boys became excellent horsemen and they would take long rides over the estate, often with Miss Manley who would invariably have some kind of sexual surprise waiting for them when they stopped to rest.
The boys became stronger and grew, and they learned all there was to know about giving pleasure to women. Their pricks grew in size from the constant stimulation, and their balls became huge and heavy with come, waiting for the next opportunity to release their juices in some waiting cunt or mouth. Miss Manley began sending them out on jobs, telling them only that there was a woman who had seen them and wanted to have sex. The twins were more than willing to oblige. They worked as a team. They would fuck a woman together, one in the cunt and one in the mouth. Or one, the asshole and another in the cunt, or under a woman's arms, or in her hands. The possibilities seemed endless.
But the most pleasure of all was still Miss Manley. She would excited them with endless new ploys and devices. She took to hiding grapes in her cunt and the boys would lick them out with their tongues. Sometimes they would come into her room to find her stretched out naked on her bed, with a generous topping of whipped cream adorning her cunt and they would fall upon her to lick the cream off and find some delightful treat underneath-blueberry ice cream, or chocolate fudge, or bubbly soda. They drank wine and champagne from her cunt, and once they found, to their surprise, that she was lying back calmly with an ice-cold banana daiquiri sloshing in her pussy.
They became bronzed all over from running naked in the warm sunshine and the tips of their penises became deep brown. Their sexual prowess increased and they became deep brown. They were able to time their ejaculations exactly so that they could both come at the same time or come one after the other, or they could hold back and tease with their stiff young pricks, saving the glorious juices for the time when they thought they should let them flow, or not come at all. This was the greatest trick, being able to screw and screw and hold back until ready, or not come at all. Next to this was their ability to excite themselves at will, causing their pricks to rise untouched and then to come in a matter of moments, spurting halfway across a room. Yet, they hadn't even reached fourteen years of age!
Women began to ask for the twins by name, Erich and Victor, and Waters was exceedingly pleased with their progress. He was continually complimented on his fine new young studs, and he graciously rewarded Erich and Victor for their good work. He bought them a pair of white stallions and beautiful hand-embroidered saddles with special padding so they could ride nude if they desired. On weekends, he would come and they would all go out together on adventurous rides in the mountains, and Miss Manley would come along for added adventures after dark.
They lived happily for several months as the famous day of the big show approached when everyone participated and showed off the talent they were famous for. The kids began working on skits and routines for the big day, Erich and Victor along with the rest. Erich and Victor were to be in two acts in the big show, one with the little red-haired twins and the other in the big act with Miss Manley and Waters. Their rehearsals required two orgasms a day, and it took up most of their riding time. But they didn't really mind, for it was fun to be working on this performance. Waters came on weekends and they rehearsed with Miss Manley and some others. Their act was spectacular and required a number of props to be built on the stage that was in the barn. Sometimes they performed the act three times in a day, which left them completely drained and exhausted and Miss Manley trembling and covered with come juices.
Waters was very pleased with the way the show was coming along, and began inviting some of his friends and clients to come and watch. Eventually, he had invited as many as the huge barn would hold, and had to turn down anxious individuals who had heard about it and wanted to attend. It became the social event of the voyeur season.
Finally the day arrived, Saturday, and all the children spent the day making last minute preparations and being very nervous and jumpy with each other. At supper, they all sat and chattered at once so that no one heard what anyone else said and they all laughed together. No one ate very much of their supper as they all scrambled to get ready for the show.
At eight o'clock,. the big barn was full, with people sitting in the rows of chairs that had been set up on the floor. A staggered platform had been built for the chairs so none would be obstructed from viewing the show and all the seats formed an arc slanting down toward the stage. The audience chatted pleasantly as they waited for the curtain to go up. Finally, a spotlight flashed, the curtain rose and Miss Manley stood in he center of the stage, dressed in a black top hat, tight lace leotards, and a tuxedo coat with tails. She held a microphone in her hand and began the show.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you all for coming tonight and are sure you will enjoy the show. We bring you the most spectacular show of its kind in the world-Sex Follies!"
A round of resounding applause went up from the crowd.
"We know that the excitement you're going to see up here on the stage is going to whet your thirsts, so we've provided free champagne served from our mobile carts now at the back."
The spotlight zoomed to the back of the room to reveal two carts manned by the twins with iced bottles of champagne sticking out all around and the two little redheaded twins lying on the carts, their legs spread wide, opening within easy reach at the end of the cart.
"And for those of you who demand a unique taste, we've arranged a special serving technique. But enough," Miss Manley said over the laughter, "on with the show!"
She pranced off the stage as the curtain came down. Her voice came over the speaker, "Ladies and gentlemen, the talented Miss Cyd."
The curtain rose on a well-endowed young girl wearing red sparkling stars over her nipples, a star over her shaved pubis, and bright-red tap dancing shoes. She held a black cane in front of her and then as the music struck up, she began tap dancing across the state, throwing her rump out to the audience to reveal a bright red star there, too.
She planted the cane firmly in the center of the stage and tap danced around it, resting one hand on the cane and keeping the other one free. She spread her legs apart, keeping the tapping going the whole time and closed them around the cane, thrusting her pubis against it to the sound of a bass drum. She pulled the cane up between her legs and licked the end of it in an exaggerated motion, then tapped around until her ass was facing the audience.
She did a series of cross steps, then lowered her face to the floor, and keeping her hoofing going the whole time, brought her legs wider and wider apart. Finally, she brought the cane between her legs, extended it out to the audience, and eased it up her asshole, doing a series of stutter steps as it went. She closed and opened her cheeks on it and then brought her whole weight to rest on it. She did a pirouette on the cane, keeping a tap dance going the whole while and extending her arms straight out at either side. The audience applauded wildly.
She reached back and snatched the cane, did a series of difficult jumps followed by fast tap steps and then tapped the cane twice in front of her and jumped upon it with her cunt. The audience let out a groan, but she simply arched her back until she touched her head to the floor behind her and lifted the cane into the air with the muscles of her cunt. The audience was amazed and roared its approval as she tapped the cane to the stage using her cunt muscles in time to the music and her accelerating tapping shoes. She raised herself up, placed both hands on the cane and did a complete turn, resting her entire body on her hands and cunt. When she was facing the audience again, she sprang from the cane and dropped on one knee as the drummer finished with a crash of cymbals. The curtain came down to thunderous applause.
Miss Manley came out and thanked the audience and then introduced the next act. It was a comic routine in which a thief stole a diamond necklace and hid it in his wife's cunt. The police came to question the thief and he denied everything. They searched the apartment, bumping continually into his well-endowed wife who was dressed in an extremely short skirt. Everyone knew where the diamonds were except the inspector. Suddenly, a link of the necklace glistened at the hem of her skirt and the thief grabbed his wife in a passionte embrace, stuffing his hand up her cunt to hide the diamonds.
The inspector watched curiously, as the motion was repeated several times. Finally he saw the necklace and tried to grab it. A scuffle ensued and his assistants finally subdued her. They removed her dress-she wore no underwear-and saw the diamond trailing out of her cunt. The inspector grabbed hold and began to pull the diamond from her crack.
She moaned and groaned as the string of diamonds grew longer and longer, until' the inspector walked completely off the stage, the chain of diamonds trailing behind him. The husband stood in front of his moaning wife as she gave a grunt and a diamond the size of a basketball flew into the air. The audience laughed and applauded.
For the next act, Victor and Erich came out on stage and faced the audience, their arms crossed over their chests. They wore muscle shirts that had "V" and "E" emblazoned on them, and they wore no pants so their limp prinks hung down between their legs. Those who recognized Erich and Victor applauded wildly; the twins bowed graciously. They rose again and stood very still as the spotlight turned red. Their pricks slowly rose until both stood out stiffly. When they were both standing straight up, the drummer hit the base drum for emphasis. Then both descended at an amazing rate until they hung limp again. They completed their motions in perfect time to each other.
The audience applauded. Now the redheads came out, leading Miss Manley, who was naked except for a large bull's-eye she wore over her cunt. She came and stood between the two twins and the audience applauded wildly. The redheads led her to a partition that stood facing the audience, so Miss Manley was clearly visible. They could see that at the bull's-eye there was a hole cut in the target and Miss Manley placed her legs in two stirrups on the partition that enabled her to stand with her legs wide apart.
The girls came back to where the twins were and Erich and Victor once again faced the audience and caused their pricks to become hard. The little redheads stood at either side of Victor and Erich and placed a hand on each prick. They brought their faces down close to them and looked down their lengths as if they were aiming them. Victor and Erich spread their stance wide and pushed their pricks out far. The spotlight centered on Erich's prick as the little girl took careful aim. She pushed the skin back once as if she were cocking a rifle, then squeezed gently in his balls. A shot of hot white come went whizzing across the stage in a high arc to the sound of a drum roll. The spotlight followed it as it hit the target just above the bull's-eye. The crowd applauded.
The spotlight now went to Victor as his partner repeated the process, took aim, and Victor fired his wad. The come settled toward Miss Manley and landed just below the bulls-eye. When the spotlight returned to Erich, and he again fired a shot on cue to the drum roll, the crowd let out a wild round of applause. The shot landed just right off the bull's-eye. Victor's next shot landed just left, so that the bull's-eye was now -rimmed with a coating of sticky come.
A spotlight went on Erich and then another on Victor as the drum roll started again. Both fired simultaneously and the two wads struck each other just in front of the bull's-eye entering together in one giant wad. The crowd applauded wildly. The redheads began aiming the pricks higher and lower as Erich and Victor could no longer restrain themselves and jets of thick come squirted toward the target, splattering it. Shot after shot entered the bulls-eye and the audience applauded wildly as the curtain went down.
There was a short intermission while Miss Manley cleaned up. The boys came down the aisles with the champagne carts, and several people drank from the shallow cup of the little girls' cunts. They complimented the boys on the fine taste and kissed the little girls' cunts sweetly when they were through.
Miss Manley finally came back out on stage dressed once again in her master of ceremonies suit and the crowd gave her a warm welcome.
"Thank you for waiting," Miss Manley began. "We hope you are enjoying our show." The crowd roared their approval. "Thank you, thank you. We all appreciate your enthusiasm. But now it's time to get on with the show."
Miss Manley introduced the next act, which was a dog fornication act, in which two little girls fucked a pair of cocker spaniels. Following that were a series of intense sexual scenes, in which various members of the farm demonstrated the many varieties of sexual intercourse. The acts got the audience hornier and hornier and men began excusing themselves to run to the restroom to ejaculate. Several women came in their panties. By the time the medley was over, the temperature of the room had risen considerably. A sweaty audience applauded the bowing performers, several of whom were covered with come.
Miss Manley reappeared and announced the final act.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the act you've all been waiting for, the finale. Due to the precariousness of this feat, we will require a few moments preparation, so please be patient with us. And once again, we hope you've enjoyed the show."
Miss Manley pranced off again to a round of applause. The lights remained dim as the sounds of equipment moving around backstage could be heard. The audience became fidgety and anxious. They whispered among themselves about what the grand attraction might be. They heard sounds far at the top of the barn and others far at the back, and still more behind the stage. They, could not imagine what this could be about.
Finally, the barn became quiet and with a drum roll, the spotlight went on and the curtain rose. Standing on a raised platform was a completely naked Miss Manley. The crowd hurrahed with delight. A trapeze swing was lowered from the ceiling and she sat graciously on it, crossing her legs politely. She kicked off a pair of spike-helled shoes she was wearing.
The trapeze swing was especially constructed so it had a cage-like construction around Miss Manley, who now sat on the lowest bar, with several bars extending out over her in front and in behind. She swung in on her perch out over the audience and they looked up into her crack with delight. She performed a few simple tricks, then resumed her position as the spotlight revealed another acrobat at the top rear of the stage, perched on a platform. It was Erich in his "E" shirt, no pants, and his prick stood out stiffly. The crowd applauded his appearance.
A trapeze bar swung toward him and he took hold of it. He swung out on it in a high arch, reaching his peak just as Miss Manley reached the backswing of her arc. They swung back and forth like this a few times until Erich could reach out and touch Miss Manley if he wanted. She shifted position on her bar and placed her feet in a pair of stirrups that hung down from it.
She placed her waist over the bar and grabbed another one that was set just far enough in front of her so she could pull herself tight against the bar at her waist. When she made the next arc, Erich's prick touched her extended ass. They made another high arc, and Miss Manley spread the stirrups wide, opening her asshole.
At the top of their arc, Erich's prick touched the rim of her asshole. The crowd looked on in awe as they both strained to get a high arc, then came hurtling toward each other. They hurtled toward each other and Erich released his bar. Miss Manley spread wide as his prick dove straight up her ass till his groin bumped her cheeks. Simultaneously, he grabbed a bar above her head and they swung back over the crowd together, Erich firmly impaling it in her ass. As they came to the top of the arc, Miss Manley rose a little higher than Erich, causing his prick to slide halfway out of her ass. As their descent began, Miss Manley again fell all the way down on his prick, pressing her ass to his thighs as best as she could. It was a spectacular feat. They made another peak with the same effect and then swung back out over the crowd. At the peak of this arc, another spotlight went on and showed Victor atop a platform over the crowd just as Erich had stood a few moments before.
Victor wore his "V" shirt and his prick also stood straight out, ready for the coming feat. He watched as Erich and Miss Manley swung toward him, then back away again. He sprang off the platform clutching a trapeze bar and swung out over the crowd. At the height of his arc, he came within inches of her at the height of hers. They swung back again, Victor straining for altitude, and came speeding toward each other.
At the tip of the arc, Victor's prick dove straight into Miss Manley's mouth. She took it all the way in and they seemed to hang motionless like this for an instant. Then they flew away from one another again, Victor's prick slipping from her mouth. His prick felt icy cold as it flew through the air, wet with Miss Manley's spit. He strove for altitude again, and they came rushing toward each other again. His prick slipped neatly into her mouth and out again, as they again flew apart. All the while, Erich's prick remained lodged in her asshole, executing an in and out motion with every arc.
On the next upswing, Victor thrust himself into her mouth and released his bar entirely. He grasped a bar just above her head and draped his legs around her shoulder, supporting his weight with his arms. Someone pulled on the rope that went from the trapeze to the floor and abruptly halted their motion. They hung suspended over the hall as Erich and Victor began pumping themselves on her. With every penetration Victor made into Miss Manley's mouth, Erich would pull back from her asshole. They began a rhythmic, harmonious motion and the trapeze contraption began to rock back and forth on a pivot.
Soon it was making half circles in the air as their tempo increased until finally the whole thing began revolving in midair as they strove to reach a climax, Miss Manley bending and arching her back to make each penetration deeper. They came at once in a spinning climax that served as a fitting climax to the whole marvelous show and the crowd roared and shouted them on in their feverish orgasm.
Slowly, the trapeze ceased its revolution and it was lowered to the stage. The crowd roared for more as the curtain went down on the three of them taking bows. The curtain went up and down three times. Finally, to satisfy the hungry audience, Miss Manley's round red bed was rolled onto the stage, and to everyone's delight, John Waters appeared on the stage naked and began to fuck Miss Manley slowly and wonderfully so they could all nearly felt her warm cunt themselves, and then the twins stood on either side of her and she took both their pricks in her mouth at once, as she had done the first time they were together naked. And all four of them screwed her to the hurrahs of the crowd.
The people in the audience stood and cheered this grand finale and the curtain came down on the group still grouped in the unique entanglement. Applause and whistles continued for some time, but the curtain did not rise again. Finally, Miss Manley emerged from the side of the stage to the glee of the audience and proceeded to move across the stage, her hand holding to Watkins, who held Victor, then Erich, then the twins and so on as all the performers made one last pass across the stage. The audience seemed finally satisfied, and the applause died down shortly thereafter. The guests began to file out slowly and reluctantly. At last they were all gone and the lights went out in the barn.
The members of the farm all gathered in the dining hall for a late party and celebration. The cooks served up hors d'oeuvres and champagne and Cokes and cookies. Everyone ate and laughed until they were all exhausted. One by one the lights went off in the houses until all was dark. Erich and Victor were exhausted from their eventful escapades and slept soundly. In the adjoining room, Waters and Miss Manley managed to strike up a last orgasm before both of them drifted off to sleep.
The next day was spent lazily, lolling in bed till lunch, and then simply sunning naked all day, the boys and Miss Manley lying side by side naked all day. After supper, the boys adjourned early to their rooms and sat playing cards when there was a knock at the door. Waters and Miss Manley came in and sat on the bed, interrupting the boys' card game.
"We'd like to talk to you for a little while," Miss Manley said.
"Sure," Erich replied.
"I've been keeping up with your progress," Watkins began. "You two are a pair of talented young studs. I think you won't mind my taking frankly."
"Not at all," Erich replied boldly.
"Do you know anything about my business yet?"
"A little," Victor replied.
"Well, I'm going to tell you more about it tonight. My business, as you've guessed, is making people happy. Giving them pleasure. I do that by satisfying their sexual desires. Obviously, I can't satisfy everyone by myself, although I've been known to try. It takes a big labor force, lots of strong young people who are willing to try anything and aren't afraid of the simple taboos that keep others from experiencing fulfillment. It's those kind of people that I'm always looking for and that keeps my enterprise going. It's that which supports, this wonderful place, started it, created it and keeps it going. My entire empire, you see, is built up on the sturdy base of pleasure. Do you understand?"
The boys nodded.
"Good. Now, Miss Manley is my right hand woman. She helps me run this organization as much as anyone! If there's one thing Miss Manley knows, it's pleasure," he said, smiling up at her. She smiled back sweetly.
"Miss Manley brought you here and she has helped you enormously to become as esteemed as you have become in so short a time. The few times I've had you sent out on a job, you've performed far beyond my expectations. You've shown me that you're worthy of my trust."
The twins stared back at Waters modestly.
"Your time here at the farm has been well spent. Now it's time for you to begin a new type of existence. The farm will always be here for you to come back to. I want you to go back to the city as my number one attraction. You'll live in elegance, and you'll have anything you desire, which is quite an accomplishment for a pair of young kids like yourselves. Miss Manley will accompany you at first, but once you learn the ropes, you'll be set free on your own. All the business will be handled by me. You will simply perform, using your discretion, whatever the customer asks for. You'll be dealing with the upper crust, the rich old biddies who can afford to chuck thousands on a pair of sweet young kids like yourself. You're what they want and I have confidence you can do it."
The room was silent for a few minutes as the boys sat in wide-eyed wonder. They hadn't expected anything like this. They loved the farm and they didn't want to leave. The proposition Waters offered sounded like hard and dirty work. And it meant they would have to return to their city and risk being found.
"I don't want to leave," Erich said.
"Neither do I," his twin added.
"I don't blame you a bit," Waters admonished. "I wouldn't want to leave this place if I were you, either. But you understand, you have a responsibility. You've come here and taken the pleasure that exists here, just as all the others. It does not exist on its own. If it is to remain and continue, it'll take more hard work, people willing to go out and do their share to keep it going. I'm calling on you to do that."
The boys knew he was right. They would have to go, either with him or alone. They didn't know what they could possibly do on their own again. Not now, after all this.
"When do we have to leave?" Victor asked.
"Tomorrow morning," Watkins replied.
"Won't we even get to ride to the mountains one last time?" Erich asked.
"The mountains will still be here when you get back," Watkins replied. "You're not leaving this forever. You're just changing your system temporarily. Instead of riding every day, you'll ride a few days a month. It'll all still be here and you'll enjoy it even more after the city. And don't forget, the city has its attractions, too. I'll introduce you to all that, just as I showed you all there was to see out here."
There was another long pause. "Is Miss Manley going to come, too?" Erich asked.
"She will be your closest companion in the city. She will help you and guide you as much as she can. And I will try to devote as much of my time to you as I am able. Does it sound a little better now?"
"A little," Victor said softly.
"Then it's settled," Waters concluded. "Tomorrow morning we depart."
The thought made the boys feel terribly sick. "Okay," they both said.
"Goodnight, then," Waters said.
"Goodnight," Miss Manley joined in.
The boys both bid them likewise and sat staring out at the blackness outside. Their thoughts traced in the setting they knew existed outside, the great open spaces and the purple mountains on the horizon. They felt terribly sad.
"I felt like this once before," Victor said. "I felt like this when Sue left. It took me a long time to feel better."
"I sure wish we could stay," Erich commented.
"I don't see how. You know what I'm afraid of? What if we get caught back there? What if we're walking down the street one day and we run smack into Mom? What do we do then?"
"I don't know," Erich replied. "I guess we better be real careful. But there's one good thing."
"What's that?"
"You'll probably get to see Sue again. If you're real careful. I'll bet Miss Manley could arrange it, if you asked."
Victor thought about that for a moment and the remembrances of Sue came back to his mind. "Yeah, maybe I could see Sue again." He lay back with his hands behind his head and considered the possibility of it and the great pleasure it would give him. He wondered if Sue would still feel the same way about him. If he did see her again, that would certainly make leaving less painful.
"But what about you?" Victor asked.
"Oh, well, I guess we both knew this wouldn't last forever. I'm getting kind of tired of it, anyway," Erich lied.
"I don't guess we have any choice. We've really got to leave."
"Yeah, I guess so," Erich mused.
They shuffled around, packing up the few belongings they wanted to take along. They took only a few minutes for their chores. They set their bags down beside their beds, ready to depart. It seemed they had only just arrived. Victor went and turned out the light and they both lay in the darkness and listened to the sounds of the wildness filtering through the windows, along with the gentle breezes and the cool, sweet smell. Erich fell asleep first, but Victor remained awake a long time, listening to the sounds and thinking about what was to come.
They awoke early and Erich went to the window to look at the bright rays of sunshine filtering through the morning mist. Victor rolled over in bed, feeling very tired after a sleepless night. He finally rose and bathed and dressed after Erich. They both went in to their last breakfast and were greeted by Miss Manley and Waters, both eating hot cakes and sipping coffee. The boys joined them and ate a hearty breakfast in spite of their saddened hearts. Miss Manley and Waters went up to their rooms and carried their bags to the car. The boys finished breakfast and did the same. They all loaded into the car, Miss Manley in the front seat beside Waters, who drove, and the twins in the back. Waters started the car and they drove away quickly from Paradise.
They sped down the road in the lifting mist with Waters guiding the car masterfully through the haze. It was an excellent day for a drive. They drove quickly past the beautiful scenery, as the distance between them and the farm grew ever farther and their destination drew closer and closer. The boys became apprehensive but Miss Manley felt gay and happy, and she turned on the radio. It played loudly as they rolled onward.
In the late afternoon, they could make out the outline of the city on the horizon. The skyline was stark and harsh against their memories of the green and luscious countryside. Waters pressed on as the traffic became heavier. The sounds of the city began to dominate, machinery, cars, busses, horns and airplanes. They passed the sign that designated the city limits. Their movement slowed as the traffic became heavier and heavier and the street lights began to appear on every corner. They turned up a main avenue and pulled, at last, into the driveway of the Grant Tower. The doorman greeted Waters with deference and opened the car door for him. Waters showed him the bags, and the doorman called for the bellhop to carry them in. They all got out and followed Atkins into the big-rise.
The desk clerk greeted Waters politely and handed him a large bundle of mail.
They all boarded an elevator and made the familiar ride up to his apartment. The bellhop deposited their bags and Waters gave him a large tip. They all flopped down onto the big, comfortable chairs, feeling quite exhausted from, the ride. Waters called down and had the restaurant deliver sandwiches, which they all ate hungrily.
"These will be your living accommodations for the present," Waters said, motioning toward their surroundings. "Your room is behind the door," he said, pointing to a door on the left. "Miss Manley will stay in my room and see that you get everything you need. I will be in and out a lot, so I may not get to see you very much. Anyway, I'm glad you're here."
The boys did not answer.
"Homesick for the farm?" he asked.
"I guess so, " Erich replied.
"Just remember that you'll be seeing it again soon and do a good job while you're here, okay?"
"Okay," the boys concurred.
"I'll show you your room," Miss Manley said, taking them each by the hand and pressing their hands to her thighs. "I think we'll all have a good time here together."
They went into the boys' neatly decorated room, with a pair of double beds and a dresser and tables and chairs. They had a big picture window that looked out over the city toward the south. In fact, it looked straight out toward their old home.
"You boys should get plenty of rest tonight. You're going to get started tomorrow, and you'll be pretty busy from now on. John has let me be the one who chooses your first customer. I'm going to look over who we've got -lined up and set something up for tomorrow night. Do you think you can handle that?"
"I guess so," Erich sighed.
"I guess so, too," Victor said.
"Well, cheer up before tomorrow or you'll drive them all away, me included."
They spent a long time looking out the window as it grew dark, then they took turns showering and getting ready for bed. They thought Miss Manley would come in later that night and have sex with them, but she never appeared. They eventually went to sleep alone and dejected.
The next morning, she had them up bright and early with breakfast, and then told them that she had decided on a customer last night and arranged it all through Waters. It was a spinstery, middle-aged lady who was alone and lonely but rich as hell and could afford something like Waters' service.
"She's a little on the S&M side," Miss Manley explained.
"What's that?" Erich asked.
"That's sado-masochistic, but you don't need to worry about what that means. All it means to you is that we'll be dressing in leather tonight."
Miss Manley brought their costumes and helped them put them on. The top consisted of a tight leather collar with a leash attached to it and the bottom was a pair of horribly tight black suede underwear with holes cut out so their pricks and balls hung out the front. Miss Manley went and donned her costume, which was made of a matching black suede. She had a tight-fitting bodice that came up as far as the underside of her tits, so that it pushed them up and together. Her nipples pointed upward. The bodice came down tightly around her crotch, accentuating the roudness of her cunt. A few of the hairs stuck out on either side of the leather suit between her legs. She also wore spike-heeled boots that laced up nearly to the knee, and held a short black whip in her hand. She looked positively evil to the twins.
She took hold of the leashes that dangled from the boys' collars and gave a playful crack of the whip that landed painfully on Victor's thigh.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed. "That hurts, Miss Manley. I'm getting scared of getting hurt tonight."
"Have I ever hurt you before? Relax. Our playmate for the night should be up here at any minute."
As she spoke, there was a knock on the door.
"Okay, let's get over there in front of the door. Erich, you on the right. Victor, you on the left."
They stood at the end of their leashes with her holding the leashes firmly in one hand and resting her other hand on her hip, the whip dangling from it.
"Come in!" she called.
Slowly the door opened and a handsome, middle-aged woman entered. The boys immediately recognized their mother, as Mrs. Stern recognized her sons and Miss Manley cloaked in those incredible outfits.
The vengeful Miss Manley smiled and said, "Spare the rod and spoil the child, Mrs. Stern?"
