Altruism is defined as the principle or practice of seeking the welfare of others. So, an altruistic person is a person who looks out for the best interests of another person, and/or persons. Altruistic, therefore, is the opposite of egoistic.
The egoistic person is self-centered, self-seeking. This is untrue of the altruistic person. Today, in this country, many people are acting altruistically in an effort to air poor people, disadvantaged people, people who, because of their mean circumstances are forced to live in poverty with the opportunity for fruitful education.
If you go into a slum area you will find many young boys seething with hatred. They are poor. They are under-educated. They are the products of broken homes. They must survive in an environment that destroys their will. It is young men of this kind that altruistic people attempt now to aid. They offer retraining and education to these boys. They reason thusly: If you give these boys a skill that they can cope with, then they will be able to join society as working, productive people. By giving these boys a skill it is hoped that the alienation of the disadvantaged and under-educated boys will be corrected.
All of this is fine. In many cases hopeless boys have been turned into productive, adjusted members of society by people who have selflessly contributed their time, money and skill - to help.
But, what happens when a person, acting in the pose of the altruist, attempts to make the same kind of contribution to the disadvantaged and under-educated? This is the question that is at the very heart of this novel.
The person who pretends to want to selflessly help the disadvantaged and under-educated is in danger. He or she is playing a con-game. If he is going to get - the giving will turn sour. The receiver, the disadvantaged, under-educated boys in this case, will sense that the con is on and they will react with the furious cynicism that is a part of their oppressed character. When they do react, they may strike out and hurt or destroy the false altruist.
This is the story of a woman who can give of money and time and skill. If she gives it in a meaningful, unselfish way, the chances are that she will succeed, will convert some of the boys over to a new way of life. But there is something rotten in her heart. She is not selfless. She is selfish. She sets into motion a plan to help oppressed, poor boys. The idea is to give the boys skill, working skills; to give the boys self-respect; to give the boys what they lack and then send them out into the world as renewed people, people who can compete, who can hold their own, who can make a new life, free from the slums that spawned them.
But the woman is not solely helping these boys for the boys' own good. She is seeking to get - to get from them - while pretending to only want to help. The fact that she does help some of the boys is not of importance, truly. The way in which she gives is rotten, spoiled, soiled.
The boys - one or two or several - will sense the falseness of her giving. They will then know that she is playing a con-game with them. This knowledge will make them boil, since they have been misled by a person that they respect and trust. Once the respect and trust turns to rot, all is lost.
I think you will find this an interesting study of a perplexing problem that now grips our nation. You will read it with growing understanding of a pressing problem that must be solved as quickly as is humanly possible.
Wilbur Service, Ph.D.
Chicago, ILL.
CHAPTER ONE
Fred and Lisa Brown were brother and sister. They were both twenty-four-years old. They were twins. To understand them, to understand their relationship at the age of twenty-four, it is necessary for us to briefly review their past.
Girls mature faster than boys. This is very important in understanding the relationship between Lisa and Fred. When they were babies, Lisa, being a girl, matured more quickly, learned how to pick herself up, crawl, walk and talk before her twin brother. This early advantage, granted by nature to all girls, quickly established the relationship between Lisa and her twin brother, Fred.
Lisa, because she could do things better, earlier, became her brother's leader. He followed her in everything that they did. Until they neared their teen years, Lisa was taller and better coordinated than her twin brother. This established advantage over her brother, for so many years, made her the undisputed leader; he followed, obeyed, his twin sister in everything.
In a way, this effected his masculine development. Boys are supposed to be bigger and stronger than girls; they are supposed to beat girls at everything. But, through the early, important years of their lives, Lisa could always do things better than her twin brother.
Their father was a physical fitness bug. He was a wealthy man, a very wealthy man. He had the means to have a complete gym in their huge home. In the gym he taught his twin children gymnastics, wrestling, boxing, judo and karate. Lisa, in her pre-teen years was more agile, better coordinated than Fred. She constantly beat Fred at gymnastics, wrestling, boxing, judo and karate. That she was a girl didn't stop Lisa from beating her twin brother at everything. Their father didn't worry - that his daughter could lick his son at everything. He knew that once they reached their teen years the son would outgrow the daughter and would then become the triumphant male. In the meantime, Lisa would learn how to take care of herself.
But, their father did not consider the effect that all of this would have on the son, Fred. He came to believe that his sister was better, smarter, more skillful, more intelligent, stronger. He never challenged her, even when he grew taller and stronger than she. He had come to accept the fact that she could beat him at everything and even though later, as they grew older he could beat her if he tried, he never tried, believing that he could not defeat her at anything. She was the stronger - she was the leader.
Lisa and Fred's parents were very permissive parents. They were too permissive. Children are very curious. When twins are involved, this can be dangerous.
Lisa and Fred slept together and bathed together and played together constantly as they grew up. They lived on a vast estate and there were no other children nearby. Before they reached puberty, Lisa had begun playing games with her twin brother. She was fascinated by his penis and played with it all the time, fingering it, toying with it, sucking on it, kissing it. Fred allowed the game, seeing, of course, nothing wrong with it.
Lisa, being a girl, entered puberty before her brother. She made her brother play with her budding breasts. She constantly put his child's penis in her vagina which was now a young woman's vagina. She experienced orgasms with his limp little tool in her vagina.
And then, one day, as Lisa and Fred were playing together, the inevitable happened. He entered puberty. His penis grew hard in the suck of her lips. She had sucked on it for so many, many years and then, suddenly, it hardened in her lips. She knew what it meant; she had read books about sex. When Fred had his first orgasm in his sister's mouth he was beside himself with joy - So started their incestuous relationship. Every moment that the twins could find alone - and those moments came often - they played sexual games together. Lisa was an expert penis sucker and Fred spurted his sperm as her lips surged over his hard pecker countless times. He learned to make love to his sister's pussy with his mouth, giving her the joy of oral orgasm. Now when he inserted his penis in her vagina, his penis was hard and it sent a fountain of creamy sperm into her when they climaxed.
By the time Lisa and Fred reached their twenty-fourth years of life, they had been incestuous lovers for half of their lives. Lisa ruled their relationship. Fred did whatever she wished, since she was the leader, he the follower. Lisa developed into a highly-sexed woman. She had no compunctions about taking other lovers and she took many. Fred knew. But he remained faithful to his twin sister, because she ordered him to. He accepted everything without question - the dominance of his twin sister had been established before either of them could walk; it had been strengthened and sustained as they went through the years of growing up together. So, both were lovers - Fred the faithful lover - Lisa taking her pleasure whenever she pleased, openly, telling her twin brother of every sexual affair that she had - and her affairs were lurid and many.
Now, in their twenty-fourth year of life, Lisa and Fred were on their own. Their parents were both dead. They had been left with an enormous inheritance of money, stocks, bonds and real estate. They were wealthy and free to pursue life as they saw fit.
They lived on together, virtually as man and wife, in their parents' huge estate; Fred was as if the faithful husband, Lisa was as if the faithless wife, fucking every man that struck her fancy.
Lisa, at twenty-four, was one of the rare beauties. She was tall. Her body was firm and lush. She had full, thrusting breasts, a narrow waist, flat stomach, her legs were long and flawless; her buttocks, juicy ripe globes, needed no girdle; her hair was long and blonde; her face was a dream. She was a vision.
Fred was a tall, well-muscled man. His hair was fair, as was his twin sisters; if she was a beautiful woman, he was equally as handsome as a man.
Now they were together in Lisa's bedroom.
"Don't you think we ought to talk about the boys?" Fred asked his sister.
"Not now, Fred, baby. Later."
"But it's important, Lisa," he protested.
"Later," she said firmly, tossing her flowing blonde hair impatiently. Her brother instantly gave in to her, as he always did. "I've got other things in mind. Relax. We'll talk later. Now I feel like having some fun with you, baby." She smiled at him with meaning. He understood. He stared at her with admiration, worshipful admiration in his eyes. There was a glint of desire in his eyes, too.
Lisa sat close to him on the wide bed. It was night. The shades were drawn and the room was dimly lighted. Her negligee was virtually transparent and Fred could not keep his eyes off her.
Lisa put her hand on his leg and squeezed it lightly. He was wearing a bathrobe and that was all; he wore nothing beneath it, as Lisa wore nothing beneath her negligee. As Lisa squeezed her twin brother's leg she felt a sweet, familiar ache in her pussy mound. A sudden swelling and hardening of her long, pink nipples made her smile as her tits swayed beneath the sheer fabric of the negligee.
"You're so nice to have around, Fred, baby," Lisa said in a low whisper as she squeezed his naked thigh.
"I love you, Lisa," he said in a trembling voice.
"And I love you. I'm going to show you how much and I'm going to let you show me how much, too," she smiled, her voice charged with desire.
Her hand moved slowly and caressingly up his naked thigh and Fred gasped.
"Fred, baby," she purred with a wicked grin. "It still gets you, after all of these years."
"Yes, it does," he breathed heavily. "I like you to touch me."
"And I like you to touch me," she purred.
Her hand travelled slowly up his thigh and then it was boldly pressing against his erection. Her palm pressed down and her fingers curled around his huge, hard prick.
"You're so nice and hard, baby," she said softly.
"You ... get to me," he said.
Her fingers curled and squeezed and she felt his hard rod throb and twitch in the fist of her gripping hand.
"Oh, I love to feel your cock, Fred. You're so big," she sighed as she squeezed his hard cock with her expert fingers, the same fingers that had been playing with his penis since they were little children.
"It feels so good when you feel my prick, Lisa," he whispered.
He reached out his hands and slipped them inside of her negligee and cupped her full, firm tits. She moved in very close to him. They kissed. It was a torrid, demanding kiss and her tongue thrust in between his lips to probe wildly at his tongue. His hand molded her tits, his fingers plucking her nipples rigid, as her curling fingers lazily slid up and down over the thick, long length of his swollen prick.
She worked her fingers skillfully over his huge hard-on.
"Your prick is sooo very nice. It's just what I need and want right now, baby. Ummmm and feel my tits. It feels soooo nice. You know just how to do it."
Her fist tightened on his hardness and moved up and down over it slowly, rhythmically. He grunted. She drew his handsome, flushed face down between her full, swaying, pink-tipped tits, sweetly scented and powdered and alluring.
Fred moaned with desire and buried his face in the deep valley between his sister's tits. She liked the feel of his face rubbing against her tender skin. She sighed as his lips covered one of her hard, extended nipples and sucked. His tongue began to violently flog the nipple, making her squirm and sigh. Then his lips closed tightly over her other nipple and she shut her eyes tightly and sighed with pleasure.
"That feels soooo nice, Fred, baby, sooo good. Suck my tits. Suck the nipples. Yessss. That's the way, baby. Suck. Yess. It feels so good, sooooo nice. Ohhhhh."
His lips and tongue and teeth worked over her tingling tits. His hand worked its way down until it was caressing over her heaving, flat stomach. His hand slipped down between her perfumed thighs and cupped her heated pussy mound. He pressed his palm hard over the throbbing lips, moist and parted with excitement. Then his fingers began teasing along her yearning slit, probing deeply into her moist vagina. He sank three fingers deep into her slit, all the way up to the knuckles. His lips roamed over her, his fingers stabbed into her cunt, whipping her into a high state of excitement.
"Ohhhh, Fred, that feels delicious," she purred.
"Lisa, keep it up, it feels terrific."
Her fingers, clutched tightly around his thick hard cock, was racing up and down, up and down, squeezing, releasing, making his hard-on go red with the expert finger-caressing-pleasure; her other hand was under his cock and the slender, long fingers were caressingly toying with his swollen balls.
"You're driving me wild," Fred panted.
"You're driving me wild, too," Lisa sighed.
"You've got me where I live, Lisa."
"So have you got me where I live, baby."
They tumbled back onto the wide bed, their hands raking over each other, he stripping her negligee off, she pulling his bathrobe off. They were naked; they hugged each other tightly, rolling over and over on the bed, feeling very close and hot with desire. Lisa landed on her back, with her brother hovering over her heaving, luscious, naked body.
He kissed her tit, his moist, knowing lips covering the thrusting cone and then, finally, coming to rest over the extended pink tip. He began to suck, his tongue feathering until her nipple was hard.
"You like?"
"Oh, yes, it's heavenly," she purred.
For what seemed hours, Fred's lips and tongue and nibbling teeth played over Lisa's lush tits, making her pant and moan. Then Fred's lips left her heaving breasts. His lips were on hers, in a deep, soul-stirring, tongue-clashing kiss. They both quivered and thrashed about on the bed. Their probing tongues made them shiver with desire and pleasure. Her arms went around her brother, pulling him closer and her tongue flickered at Fred's darting tongue. It was stirring and hot and delicious. Fred's hands caressed Lisa's breasts, teasing her throbbing nipples. He knew, from long years of experience, just what his sister liked most.
Lisa's body was burning and her head was swimming with desire. Fred was trembling in his need, too, his huge, hard cock rubbing hotly against his sister's thigh. Their naked bodies rubbed together. Lisa rubbed her soft, firm, lush curves against her brother's hard, muscled body. Now Fred was in control. Lisa was his.
He cupped one of her naked, firm cones and his fingers again molded the trembling flesh, turning Lisa into a weak, quivering creature of desire. His lips were on her breasts, his tongue dancing over the swollen nipples. His lips fastened firmly over one of the nipples and his tongue curled against the extended bud and his teeth scraped and nibbled lightly. His hands were busy, too. They trailed up over the creamy, warm flesh of Lisa's thighs, teasingly, until finally they reached his sister's cunt. His fingers played between Lisa's thrashing thighs. He pressed his palm down and massaged the naked pussy mound, setting Lisa on fire.
"Good, sooo good," Lisa gasped, the blood pounding in her temples.
She was spread-eagle on her back beneath her brother, every bit of her soft, warm, naked, lush body vulnerable to the aggressive attack of her brother's hands and lips.
Lisa's sensual need, her craving was overpowering. She felt her brother's hands sliding over the tender flesh of her thighs, onto the moist, parted lips of her blonde-fringed pink pussy slit. Fred moved his hot mouth from one breast to the other while his expert hand stroked the creamy lips of his sister's cunt, making the lips pulse and contract with tingling excitement.
Then Fred's lips left his sister's heaving tits as she wriggled and moaned beneath him. He slid down lower over his sister's prostrate body, his lips leaving a trail of hot, biting kisses, his tongue spearing into his sister's navel, making her cry out and then Lisa felt the warmth of her brother's breath on her thighs and she felt drunk and dizzy as she waited, gasping, for the final vital contact of his mouth on her pussy and then he was there.
Lisa's body arched up to receive the tender, knowing kisses of her brother. She closed her eyes and sighed as delight burst through her. Her hands clutched at her brother's head as he knelt between her wide-spread legs and began to pay homage to her throbbing slit. She felt his hands slide under her to tighten on the soft, firm globes of her heaving buttocks. His expert, maddening tongue began to torture Lisa.
She arched her body, trembling to the brazen and voluptuous enchantment of her brother's lips and teeth and tongue on her pussy lips. She tossed and arched her body; she was vulnerable and exposed to her brother's warm lips and probing tongue and she cried out as she felt the intimate contact. She could hardly catch her breath as the sweet, flickering tongue darted, withdrew, then plunged in deeply again and again between the wet lips of her cunt. Her hips were squirming against the questing mouth.
Lisa panted as she felt the wet licking of her brother's tongue as it snaked out of his mouth. She loved the probing search of his tongue there against her cunt lips. She began to writhe slowly against the mattress as his wet, searching tongue licked against the warm pulsing core of her womanhood. She groaned. Lovely sensations shot through her as his tongue danced and laved in circles over her cunt. His tongue circled round and round over her cunt lips slowly, slowly and her blonde, hair-lined vagina thrilled at the teasing contact. She began to wiggle against his tongue, raising her knees up, her buttocks and pelvis rotating as her brother hungered with his long, wet, snake-like tongue against the elastic circle of her wet vagina.
And then his flicking tongue sank hungrily between the wet and pulsing lips of her cunt.
"God!" she screamed. "Eat me, baby! I love it, love it!"
He licked the tip of his tongue between her wide-parted thighs. He sucked as she madly ground her pelvis and loins against his mouth. She wiggled and squirmed, wild with abandon, as he lapped over her cunt. She ground her cunt desperately around, savoring the sensations that his mouth was giving her.
"Attaboy, eat me, lick me, stick your tongue in my pussy. Ohhh, God, that's lovely," she moaned.
Her buttocks twisted about and then began to heave up and down, smacking the mattress. His tongue lapped in deeper and deeper between the lips of her cunt, running over her hard, excited clitoris. She twisted and bucked beneath him as his tongue stabbed in and out of her overheated pussy. She rotated her slit against his mouth, loving it, loving it.
He was worshipping at her shrine of womanhood like a man gone mad. Her eyes were closed and she was trembling and breathing heavily. His lips laved over the pink ridges of her cunt, hungered over the silky blonde hair as his tongue licked over her deep cleft. His lips clung to her pussy as she rocked in an agony of pleasure.
His cock was swollen with need, but he ignored it as he serviced his sister. His tongue dragged over the moist trench of her vagina. Lisa's buttocks gyrated as his probing tongue slipped wetly in and out of her pulsating cunt. The teasing tongue was driving her mad. She mewed as she ground her pubic mound against his face.
And then the dam burst and Lisa came, impaled on her brother's stabbing tongue. The wet cream of her passion began to flow and her brother licked it up, his tongue a living thing of fire on her throbbing privates.
And then Lisa, satisfied momentarily by her climax, was after her brother, tossing him aside, pushing him over onto his back. She leaned over him, her eyes staring hotly at his huge erection. Her lips had sucked his organ so often that she knew every wrinkle of it by heart.
She kissed over his neck, worked hotly over his ear, driving her tongue in and out, making him sigh and tremble and then she was kissing over his deep chest. Her hot, wet mouth pressed over his flat nipples. He squirmed under her and groaned as he felt the firm, wet circle of her lips and the dancing tip of her tongue on his nipple. She sucked and nursed on his nipples as if he were a girl and he moaned and thrashed about, helplessly, beneath her.
Her hand reached down and squeezed his long, thick erection as her tongue continued to flog over the bud of his nipple. She covered his body with kisses, making him sob in his need, teasing him madly.
"Now, baby," she purred, "do as I tell you."
"Yes," he panted, "anything."
He did as she instructed him. She rolled over onto her back and made him crawl up over her, his massive cock and swollen balls in the grasp of her caressing hands. He followed her instructions, stretching his legs over her stomach, so that he could straddle her. He bent forward from his waist, as she instructed and put his hands on the outside slopes of her full, firm tits and pushed them together, making a deep valley that trapped his huge erection.
"Now, baby, fuck me between the tits. It'll be lovely," she sighed.
He began to grind his hips, working his cock back and forth in the deep, soft, pressing valley created by her full breasts. As her brother fucked her between the tits, Lisa smiled with lurid pleasure, watching. She watched as his cock appeared and disappeared between her breasts.
"That's the way, Fred baby. Fuck me good between the tits."
"It feels great," he panted.
"Yessss," she hissed. "It feels marvelous."
Fred screwed his huge hard-on lustily between his sister's pressing breasts, panting, his cock throbbing. She giggled as she watched the red, knobby head of his cock appearing and disappearing between the cushions of her breasts. Her nipples were tingling. Then she could tell that his climax was approaching. She reached down with her hands and cupped his gyrating buttocks, pushing her brother up higher between her breasts as he screwed her passionately there. As she did, she lifted her head and leaned her face toward the huge cock that was thrashing wildly between her tits. An inch and a half of the head of his prick was exposed from between the soft valley of her breasts. She leaned forward quickly and took all of it between the hot circle of her moist lips. She sucked his driving cock avidly. He shouted his delight. The thrill of her pressing breasts as he drove his cock between them, the thrill of her hot, wet, nursing lips sucking the head of his prick, was too much for him.
He came, charging through his climax with a loud granting, grinding his buttocks over her, ramming his cock in and out between her tits and lips. He blew his thick flow of sperm into her clinging lips and she swallowed it. Her cheeks puffed out with each fountain of sperm, then hollowed as she swallowed it down with a loving gulp. She clung to his jabbing cock with her red, clinging lips.
Lisa sucked on her brother's cock with her greedy mouth joyfully. She sucked it avidly as he spurted his cream into her mouth. She stayed with him through every heavy spurt of sperm, sucking and swallowing avidly, hotly. She sucked until his cock went limp in the tight, surging circle of her moist lips and then she slowly let it slip from the hot circle of her greedy lips.
He was still seated on her, his limp, wet cock lying limply in the deep valley between her breasts. She licked a thin coating of sperm away from her lips with a wicked smile.
"How was that, Freddie, baby?" she smiled.
"Fantastic, Sis," he panted.
"Isn't incest lovely?" she teased, licking her tongue over the wet head of his cock as it lay there limply in the deep valley between her breasts.
"Yes. It's terrific," he smiled down at his sister.
"You stay here and sleep with me tonight, Fred, baby," she said. "I'm going to fuck you so many times that your cock'll be sore in the morning," she laughed.
"And what about your pussy?" he grinned.
"Oh, it'll probably tingle, too. Nicely."
"Can we talk, Lisa?" he asked.
"Whatever about?"
"The boys. We have to talk about the boys."
"Oh, all right. But get off of my chest, will you. It's getting hard to breathe."
He did. They lay next to each other, kissing and then Fred began to talk to his twin sister.
CHAPTER TWO
Fred wanted to talk to Lisa about the boys. The boys lived on Fred and Lisa's sprawling estate. They were there as part of a humanitarian experiment dreamed up by Lisa. Twelve small cottages nestled among the spreading trees, one hundred yards from the main mansion in which Fred and Lisa lived. One boy lived in each cottage. The boys were from the city slums.
Lisa had had a bright idea. She and Fred were rich. They could provide for people who didn't have. The slums of the city were choked with young boys who had no chance to better themselves, boys who came from broken, poverty-stricken homes, boys who had no chance of getting a decent education. Lisa determined to start a private school for a handful of these boys. The boys would live in the cottages that Lisa had built. They would be taught by the finest instructors. They would gain a good education and learn trades so that when they left, they would be able to make their ways in the world.
It was a noble idea, a selfless one, on Lisa's part. But it truly wasn't noble. Lisa had the slums canvassed. The boys who were chosen were boys who had native intelligence that was well above average. All they needed was a chance and education. She would give them that at her private school. Fifty boys were chosen. All of the boys were surly and cynical. They took their written and oral tests and fifty proved far above average. But, when they took their physicals, Lisa made no pretense about being noble. She was hidden in a room behind the examining room. She had a list of the boys' names. Each boy came into the room and stripped before the examining doctor. Lisa was interested in only one thing: the size of their cocks. The twelve boys selected were the twelve boys with the huggest cocks. Lisa measured each boy's cock with her expert eyes through the peephole. When all the boys had been examined, twelve had checkmarks in the space marked 'stud'. Those twelve boys moved into the cottages on Lisa and Fred's estate, to begin their education.
At first, Fred had no idea that Lisa's noble experiment had sexual overtones. But he found out. Too late, too late to stop his sister. He argued with her, but, as usual, she won and he gave up and accepted her idea. After all, he rationalized, the boys would be given the very best education that money could buy, even though they would also be providing his sister with a harem of studs, to use as she saw fit.
Lisa taught the boys English and manners, the way in which to conduct themselves socially. At first the boys grumbled cynically. They could not believe that anyone as rich as Lisa and Fred would care about their plight. But, after living a few days on the estate, they began to respond. They were pleased that they were trusted. They had the use of the grounds. They were treated as equals, not as slum-dwelling, uneducated scum and they liked the clean air and the thick grass and the green trees. They liked the idea that each of them had his own cottage, to keep as he pleased, with no rules governing him. They were treated as men, even though they were boys. It gave them back their manhood, the manhood that the slums were robbing them of.
One of the huge drawing rooms in the mansion was converted into a formal classroom. Other rooms were converted into shops where the boys could learn various trades. The instructors were carefully coached on the way in which to handle the boys. They were at all times to show the boys respect, to treat them as equals, as men. The experiment began to work after a faltering start in the first week. The boys began to show their shy, grudging appreciation by applying themselves, by learning.
All of the boys looked forward to the classes that Lisa taught. To them, she was a kind of a goddess. She was the most beautiful woman any of them had ever seen. And, she was cultured. She never treated them as students. She always treated them as men. She was utterly feminine with them.
Whenever she conducted her classes, twelve pairs of hungry eyes watched her. She wore clinging dresses that revealed every lush curve of her breathless, matchless body. Lisa was always aware of their hot, questing eyes. Their eyes were reverent and at the same time, raping. She liked the way their eyes followed every move of her ripe body. She was aware that during most of her classes with them the boys listened to her with gigantic hard-ons as they watched her. She was the only woman around. She at times wondered if they paid attention to her words. She knew they paid attention to her body. But, as the days passed, it became clear that the boys paid attention to her. They wanted, pathetically, to please her.
At the heart of her plan was the idea to give the boys back their manhood. These were the kind of boys who caused riots. These were the boys who grew up to be thieves, dope fiends, murderers. These were the boys who struck out blindly, with hate, at a rich society that ignored them and oppressed them, giving them no chance to better themselves.
Part of her plan to give the boys back their manhood was to have physical relations with them, discretely. She felt that if she treated each boy as if he were special, each boy would respond. She felt that sex was a good way, one of the best ways, in which to reach them emotionally and selfishly, she would profit, getting the thrill of young stud's cocks spearing into her pussy.
She treated the physical aspect of the boys' education carefully. Each time she singled out a boy for fucking, she made sure that the boy would keep it a secret from the other boys. The boys, awed that she would give herself to them, kept the secret. None of the boys was aware that Lisa was laying any boy that she decided upon at the moment. So, Lisa laid each boy at will and each boy guarded his secret affair with Lisa jealously from the others.
The boys were a mixed bag of rejects. Being from the slums, the group was made up of Negroes and Puerto Ricans by and large, with a scattering of pure white boys. Their color mattered little to Lisa. All that mattered was the boys' education - and the size of their cocks.
Now, as Lisa lay on the bed, naked, next to her brother, she waited for him to open the subject that troubled him.
"Lisa," Fred said to his sister, "I think this whole experiment is going to explode in our faces."
"Oh, that's a lot of nonsense. The boys are responding to their teaching, aren't they?"
"Yes, but - "
"No buts, Fred. You know damn well the boys are applying themselves. They're learning useful trades. They're trying to speak better English. They're trying to improve their social manners. What more can you want? So far, our experiment is a success. All of the instructors agree."
"So far - but they're wild thugs. They're hoodlums. Sooner or later they'll rebel and go wild. You'll see."
"I'll see nothing of the kind. The boys, all of them, are doing just fine."
"Why must you lay them, Lisa?" Fred asked in a low, hurt voice.
"I have to, Fred, baby. I've explained it all to you. In my way, I'm giving them back their manhood by laying them."
"But they're such scum - "
"Don't you call them that," Lisa said hotly. "They're my boys, even if you want nothing to do with them. None of the boys are the same as when they came here. They've all improved. They're all trying so hard to learn."
"I wish you didn't lay them, Lisa - "
"Jealous?" she teased.
"Damn right I'm jealous. You're mine and - "
"Now wait a minute, Fred, baby. We have our thing together and it's very good. Don't ruin it by getting possessive now. I've been playing around for years and you know it. You never complained before."
"But this is different, Lisa. Those others were guys who had - class - they were our equals. But these boys, they're - "
"Don't say it, Fred," Lisa warned.
"I don't like it Lisa. Suppose the boys find out? Suppose one of them squeals? Now, what'll happen then?"
"None of them will squeal. I'm sure of that."
"But you can't be sure of that, Lisa," he said in an angry tone.
"I am sure and nothing you can say will change what I believe about these boys, Fred."
"Please, Lisa?" he begged.
"Drop it, Fred. I'm going through with this. I know that what I'm doing is right. Now. Let's get under the covers and cuddle up and fuck our hearts out and forget all about this, huh?" she smiled.
"But, Lisa, this is important - "
"So is this," she purred, her skillful hand finding his limp prick, squeezing it, fondling the slack balls. He groaned.
"Oh, Lisa. You know you get to me when you do that," he moaned.
"Sure I know," she grinned, her hand fondling his prick, feeling it begin to slowly harden under her expert touch. "That's why I'm doing it, baby."
"Oh, Lisa. I love it when you play with my prick. You've been doing it for so many years - since we were little kids - and I never get tired of it-it feels better all the time."
"Your lovely prick is getting nice and hard, Fred, baby. We'll have to send it down south - to my warm pussy - for a delightful vacation."
"Lisa, you're the only girl for me," he sobbed with desire,
"I'd better be," she said with mock sternness.
"You are. Even though you're not always faithful to me."
"That's the way it is," she smiled to her brother, as her fingers closed firmly around his thick, hard cock, slowly moving up and down. "And that's the way it's going to be - always."
"Yes," he hissed.
Lisa was lying on top of her brother, rubbing her lush, warm curves over him, making him sigh. As she lay on him, her tongue teasing over his ear, her teeth nibbling his earlobe, in his excitement he reached down with his hands and roughly gripped her buttocks, squeezing the lush globes, forcing her pussy mound down hard against his throbbing cock.
"Excited, aren't you, Fred, baby?" she cooed, teasing him.
"You've got me so hot I could screw a corpse," he panted.
"That'd be a dead lay," she laughed, rubbing herself nakedly over him. "Screw me, instead."
"That'd be a pleasure."
"I'll bet," she whispered, sticking her tongue into his ear, fluttering it, jabbing it, making him moan.
She gazed down at her brother's handsome face. His eyes were closed and his lips were curled in a smile of drugged pleasure. She climbed up over him, straddling his hips with her long, lovely legs. She took his huge, hard prick in the firm, caressive grip of her hand and slowly began to lower her moist, throbbing, hot cunt down toward the upthrust head of his cock, tightly gripped in her hand.
"You just lie back and enjoy this, Fred, baby. I'm going to fuck you - me on the top, the way you like it the most - the way I like it the most, too."
"Fuck me, Lisa, darling. I love you. Fuck me. Fuck me like crazy," he begged his sister.
"Lisa's going to fuck you silly, baby," she purred.
"Yes," he gasped. "I want you to - "
Lisa hissed as the warm, wet lips of her cunt made touching contact with the hard head of his cock. She moved her hips grindingly back and forth and teasingly and touchingly rubbed her moist slit over the tip of his cock. Back and forth over his swaying erection she rubbed her pussy trench.
"Take me," he begged his sister as she tormented him. "Please take me. Screw me."
"I will," she purred, rubbing her cunt over his cock, thrilling to the feel of the hard, knobby head of his prick as she rubbed the parted lips of her pussy over it.
And then she began to slowly lower herself. She felt his huge rigid rod slipping smoothly and easily into her hot wet slit. The lips of her pussy parted, widened, as she began to sit down on him, slowly pushing her cunt down on his upstabbing cock and then, with a deep sigh, Lisa sat down completely on him, her ripe buttocks coming to rest on his hips, his cock buried to the hilt inside of the throbbing walls of her clinging vagina. It was buried deeply, fully inside of her. She flexed her internal muscles and they played, deep inside of her, on the rigid flesh of his staff.
"Uggg, so good. It's so good to be in you," he moaned.
"Ummm. It feels delicious inside of me. You fill me up so nicely, brother dear. Ummm, it feels absolutely yummy."
As she sat on him, straddling him, her pussy lips split wide apart by his huge erection, she began to move her buttocks about in a slow, teasing circle. She raised up slowly, his red, wet cock began to appear from within the tight, clinging circle of her cunt lips. Then she slid down again, her clinging lips wetly hugging the hardness of his arousal. She set the tempo. Slowly at first, moving up and down and circling for greater friction and feeling. Her hips began to revolve in wider circles as she moved up and down on his impaling cock. Her firm, swaying buttocks beat down on his trembling thighs as she began to slowly increase the tempo as she fucked him from the top, her body hovering over his as he lay there on his back, her huge tits bouncing in rhythm with their fucking.
She pounded her pussy up and down on his throbbing pole, violently, taking him completely, manipulating his huge hardness with her caressing, clinging softness. She pumped over him, now speeding up the pace, demented by her lust. Her buttocks slapped down on him with greater gusto as she fucked him with power and passion. He thrashed beneath her, groaning and sighing, bucking his hips up to meet every downward thrust of her cunt with an upward thrust of his hard cock.
She moaned as she used him, her lovely face contorted with passion, her blonde hair flying, every inch of her body in motion at once. She was impaled on his giant spear, but it was she who was doing the taking, not he; he was being used.
"Oh, so good, Lisa. Fuck me, fuck me," he cried out.
She didn't answer him. She was too busy. She plunged her cunt up and down over the slippery, lubricated length of his steaming cock. Her cunt lips held his driving cock in a tight vice as she jerked herself up and down over him and then she folded herself forward until she was lying fully on top of him, her breasts mashed against his chest, her body rubbing over his as she took him as a man would take a woman, her on the top, him on the bottom.
Her hungry thighs gripped him as she took him wildly. Her blonde puff of pubic hair was matted and cut in two by his ramming cock. Their genitals and thighs were slick from the wet juices that flowed out of her throbbing pussy. His cock glistened wetly as her cunt lips plunged up and down over it.
"What a glorious fuck this is," she panted as she took him.
Their writhing bodies were entwined as she took her brother in violent intercourse. Her ivory buttock globes shimmered as they rotated and swayed. The thickness of his cock was pulsating in and out of the open, clinging wet lips of her cunt. His rigid cock was spearing in and out, in and out, feeling as if it were ramming all the way up into her belly.
"Oh, what a marvelous cock you have," she panted.
"What a wonderful, tight pussy you have," he gasped.
She grunted over him, churning against him, driving quickly, her cunt making wet, sucking noises as she fucked him, squirming her buttocks and cunt wildly.
She loved the feel of his flashing cock as it pulsed between the warm, tight lips of her throbbing vagina. She sighed and panted as he thrashed beneath her, his hard rod slithering deep up inside of her. She slid over him, her body rubbing his warmly, excitingly, as her pussy took his cock with long, desperate, greedy thrusts. Her slit sucked hotly on his hard flesh as his cock jerked in and out.
She squirmed around on top of him, her thighs hugging him tightly, her body slithering over him, her wet, creamy vagina sucking his huge cock in and out. She screwed her buttocks round and round in delight and passion as her cunt ripped over his hard cock, consuming it completely.
"Ohhhh, Fred, baby, sooo delicious, soo good," she moaned.
She rode him as if he were a horse, her hips rotating in great swirling circles, lashing up and down. Her pelvis did wetly over him. Her hips were as if greased. Her tits and belly slid sensuous over him. She rode him wildly, giving both herself and her twin brother hot, glowing sensations. Fred, bucking wildly beneath his sister's churning body, thrust up to meet her stroke for stroke, trying desperately to keep up with her fantastic pace.
And then they came, together.
"Fred, I'm coming! I'm coming! Coming!"
"I'm coming, too! Aggggg! Uggg!"
Hot flashes hit them both. She skewered her body and humped wildly over him as his cock began to discharge its load of thick sperm, hotly bathing the pulsating walls of her vagina. The sperm pumped in huge spurts into her pussy. To Lisa it felt as if a fire hose had let loose a great gush of fire water inside of her. Their mixed come juice began to dribble out of the clasping, throbbing, churning lips of her vagina. She slid and slammed over him. The mixed scent of male and female filled their nostrils and then, it was over.
Their genitals were covered with cream. His cock began to grow limp inside of her hugging cunt lips.
"That - was sooooo delicious, Fred, baby," she breathed heavily.
"You're the best lay in the world," he panted beneath her, hugging her close.
"Ohhhh, how I love to screw you - "
"Yes. I love it anyway we do it - But I - think I love it best when you're on top, screwing the hell out of me - "
"I like to take you that way to. It seems kind of special, me laying you, baby," she cooed in his ear. darting her tongue in.
"You've taught me everything - I guess I'm just not good enough for you, though, Lisa."
"Now don't talk that way!" she said with subdued anger, still feeling the thrilling tingles deep inside of her vagina, where his limp cock was still buried.
"But, it must be true, Lisa - "
"How can you even think such a thing? You're plenty good enough for me. You have been since the first day you got a hard - on."
"But - if that's true - why do you need other men - ?"
"That has nothing to do with the way I feel about screwing you, Fred, my baby."
"It has to. If I were good enough, you wouldn't need other men - "
"Hush, now! Stop saying such things. You're the most precious thing in the world to me."
"But why - why do you need other men? I must not be enough for you - not good enough to satisfy you."
"You always satisfy me, Fred, baby. You just satisfied me gloriously, completely, utterly," she sighed.
"But, why then - ?"
"Oh, I guess I just have to have other men - I don't know why - I just do, that's all."
"And now the boys - "
"Please, Fred. You're all man. You're the greatest lover that a girl could have. You've been my lover for half our lives. If you weren't terrific, I would have tired of you long ago, just as you'd have tired of me if I weren't good."
"But I don't need anyone but you. Anyway," he added softly, "you won't let me have any other girl but you."
"I should hope not!"
"But you can have other men."
"I need them, that's all. You don't need any other girl but me. I wear you out. Girls are different. A girl can take on a gang of men and wear them out and she's still ready for more. That's the difference. I need it so much more than you do, baby. When I'm through with you, you have nothing left for any other girl, do you?"
"No, but - "
"No buts, Fred, honey. That's the way we're made. I'm a highly-sexed girl. You're highly-sexed, too, goodness knows," she smiled. "But when a girl's highly-sexed she needs so much more than any man does. That's all there is to it. Would you deny me my little pleasures?"
"I don't want to deny you anything, Lisa."
"Then let's stop this silly talk. If you need other women, if I weren't enough for you, I wouldn't stand in your way. But you don't need any girl but me. I'm all the woman you can handle."
He lay beneath her, perplexed. He knew that what she said was true. It made him feel inadequate, made him feel sexually inferior, just as he had always felt inferior to her in every other way as they grew up. She could always outdo him and even in bed she was better, more adequate, could take more and give more than he could.
"You always were better at everything than I am," he pouted like a child.
"Now, Fred, you're being silly," she laughed.
"You always beat me. You walked first, talked first. You beat me in the gym. You out-boxed me, out-wrestled me, threw me around with judo. You're better than I am."
"I've heard all I want to hear of that sad old silly tune you're always whimpering. Now let's be nice and warm with each other, as we always are, Fred, my baby. Let's stay in bed together all night long and make beautiful love. I can't wait to spend the night screwing you. If you weren't all man would I want so badly to screw you all night long?"
"No - "
"You're all man and a stud to boot, baby. You're a terrific lover."
Her words soothed him, made him feel better, made his battered ego begin to inflate again. Lisa knew how to make a man out of the weakest symbol of manhood. She worked her magic on her brother now, pumping up his ego with soft, adoring words. She could feel him respond, just as the boys were speedily responding to her enticements. She was in possession of every wile known to woman. She could use a man shamelessly and make him believe that instead of using him, she was serving him like a slave.
They made slow, full love through the long night. When Lisa awoke in the morning she felt totally refreshed, her cunt tingled delightfully. She was ready for more, much more. But toying with her brother's slack cock she knew that all the words she had told him were true. A girl, a girl as highly-sexed as she was, needed much more than any man - a man like her brother - ever needed. He was spent. He was used up, drained. She was fully charged and ready for more.
She bathed and perfumed and powdered her glowing, lush body with care. She slipped into her frilliest undies and put on a clinging, revealing dress that hugged her full curves. Then she started down to the classroom where she knew the twelve slumboys were eagerly awaiting her to start teaching them.
CHAPTER THREE
The twelve slumboys were waiting in their seats quietly when Lisa entered the room. The former diningroom had successfully been converted into a classroom, complete with a desk at the front of the room for Lisa; desk armchairs for the boys; slate blackboards had been built into the richly paneled walls; sun streamed in through the huge windows. It was a cheerful room.
One would have expected the sorry collection of roughnecks to be boisterous while awaiting the arrival of the teacher. That was not the case. The boys had been there for three weeks. There were only a few rules for them to obey and after the boys realized how fortunate they actually were to be given the chance for an excellent education on the grounds of the beautiful estate they had collectively decided to obey the rules. They were grateful for the lack of formal rules; they were grateful for the individual cottages in which they lived; they were grateful for the plentiful and well-cooked meals; they were grateful for the wardrobe that Lisa had seen that each boy was provided; none of the boys had ever had it so good. Nothing was asked of them but study - study for their own benefit - and the virtual lack of rules pleased them all immensely. Most of all, all the boys worshipped Lisa, even though they all hungered after her beauty.
As Lisa swished into the room, her nylons whispering seductively, all twelve of the boys' faces brightened. They smiled, their eyes drinking in her matchless beauty. Lisa was wearing a clinging pink silk dress that hugged her full, passion-arousing curves. Her blonde hair bobbed softly as she swayed into the all-male classroom. Both the boys and Lisa were instantly aware of her jarring female allure. The soft pink of her silk dress was utterly feminine. The hem of her skirt wasn't a true mini, but it was a good two inches above her knees, giving the boys a breathtaking glimpse of her lovely, flawless, long legs. Her full, lush breasts, cupped in a flimsy bra that she didn't need, bounced gently as she swished into the room. Twelve pairs of young, male eyes were riveted, for a moment, on her breasts.
Lisa smiled at the twelve boys. They smiled genuinely back at her. The atmosphere in the classroom was charged with sexual longing as Lisa closed the door behind her. She was aware, as the boys were aware, that she was now isolated, alone, one beautiful woman among twelve young roughnecks from the slums. They were all aware that rape of her was an open, easy possibility. But, in truth, that was out of the question. To a boy, they all worshipped Lisa. They felt the genuine desire on her part to help them. She had a way about her that made each of the boys feel special; she made each of them feel as if she cared for him individually, personally; she made them feel like men, men who could amount to something in the world; no one before Lisa had ever made any of the boys feel that way before. She gave them hope where once there was no hope. She magically made everything seem possible to the boys.
This was English class for the boys. Lisa had given the boys an assignment. She had explained to them what an autobiography was. She had read to them portions of the finest, most interesting autobiographies and biographies that had ever been written. She had truly stirred the boys' interest and curiosity. They had all been laboring over their individual autobiographies for more than a week. Each boy had a huge dictionary and each of the boys used it - this Lisa knew for a fact and the knowledge warmed her.
She had also provided each of the boys with a tape recorder and simple but complete books on the correct pronunciation of words. The boys tested themselves by reading into the tape recorders. Lisa made a habit of dropping in on the boys in their cottages during their study hours. When she did she listened to their tapes. When she heard that the boys were mispronouncing a word or words, she would record the correct pronunciation on their tape so that each boy could listen and repeat the word in private. The boys had all instantly warmed to the game of learning how to speak properly. Lisa had spent one two-hour session with them explaining just how important proper diction was. The boys understood and pathetically strove to please her, almost childishly, by struggling with the strange new sounds of words that they had been mispronouncing all their lives. The boys had all slowed down their speech patterns as they tried desperately to please Lisa by speaking correctly and they tested new words that they had learned by looking them up in their dictionaries - they fitted them into sentences and then waited breathlessly to see whether Lisa would approve and praise them. They seemed to thrive on her praise.
There were twelve boys in the room. Lisa had secretly slept with three of them; the other nine hadn't a clue that she had. She invested each love - making session with the need for secrecy, making each boy realize how important it was to keep it a secret. Each of the three fortunate boys believed that Lisa had singled him out alone for the pleasure of her body.
She had chosen her first three lovers with care. After a week Lisa discovered that Amos Black was the natural leader of the boys. Physically, he was the biggest and most powerful. He stood six foot four and was two hundred eight pounds of solid muscle. He had a quick mind even though he was poorly educated; Lisa hoped to tap his mind, to make the boy grow into a man who could strive and accomplish in the outside world. Amos Black was as black as it was possible to be, jet black. His hair was kinky. His eyes were sharp brown. His nose was broad and his lips were thick. His teeth were white and strong. She had seduced him with tender care. After she had given him the prize of her luscious white body he seemed to expand, glow with pride - but he kept it a closely guarded secret, as she had urged him to. Lisa knew that with him on her side, she would have no real trouble with the other boys.
The second boy that she had had was Juan Valez, a tense, thin, dark boy with black, curly hair. He seemed to burn with energy and fire. Tests had indicated that he had the highest IQ of all. For those reasons Lisa had given herself to him. She was the first white woman that Amos had ever had; she was the first pure white woman that Juan had ever had, too. Just as Amos, he had glowed with pride after having her.
The third boy she had chosen was Joe Sanchez, a swarthy Mexican lad, short and husky, slow in talk and movement, but with an agile mind that grasped ideas swiftly. His reaction to her had been the same as the other two boys. She puffed up all three boys with pride after seducing them and they kept their secret well.
Now Lisa walked in front of the boys, to her desk; as she sat behind it, she could virtually hear the sigh of disappointment come from the boys - the desk hid most of her gorgeous body from their hungry, worshipping eyes. She wanted it that way for now. She was supremely aware of the effect that her body had on them. She knew that the instant that she entered the classroom, most of the boys' cocks went secretly hard with pulsing desire in their trousers. That knowledge pleased her, warmed her, excited her.
"Well, gentlemen," she said softly, addressing them with respect, "how are you doing with your autobiographies?" Her eyes searched each boys' face as she smiled warmly at them.
"It's tough," one of the boys said.
"Oh? Why? What's the problem?" she asked with keen interest, all her attention riveted on the boy who had spoken.
"It's so hard to put down on paper," the boy said slowly, trying hard to correctly pronounce each word.
"Tell me about it, Sam," Lisa smiled at the boy.
"There's so much to tell, Lisa. So much has happened in my life. Like what do I put in and what do I leave out?"
"You put in the important things," one said.
"But how do I know what's important and what isn't?" the boy said, desperate to know.
"I think I can explain, Sam," Lisa said. "You see, you have to think hard. You have to remember as much of your life as you can. If you think long enough and hard enough a pattern will begin to evolve. Do you understand that, Sam?"
"I think so," he said softly, not wanting to admit that he didn't understand what she meant by 'a pattern evolving'. Lisa knew at once that the boy didn't understand, that he didn't want the other boys to know that he didn't. She stepped in before any of the other boys could interrupt. She wanted to save the boy his pride.
"Oh, I know you understand, Sam," she smiled. She saw him visibly relax, saw an expression saying 'thank you' in his eyes. "Let me go over it again for those of you who don't understand, as Sam does. When I say that a pattern will evolve, I mean that if you think your life through, you'll soon begin to see a straight line of progress. Suppose a boy one day, when he's very young, is taught how to use a basketball. Okay? At that first moment the ball feels natural in his hands and he seems to be born knowing how to use it. He has skill that doesn't have to be taught. Many other things may happen in his life, but, if he sticks with the basketball, practices, he'll become very good, he'll become a star, maybe even star in high school or college or professionally. A lot of things may happen to that boy, but the most important thing that has happened is getting his hands on that basketball."
Lisa paused. She saw understanding lighting the twelve boys' eyes. She continued. "Now. Sam, a lot of things have happened to you in your life - before you came here. You have to think about all of those things. If you think long enough and hard enough the most important things will pop again and again into your head. Write those things down as soon as they pop into your head. They're the important things. Go over your life again and again. In a while, a pattern will establish itself. Write it all down. As you read it over you'll begin to see for yourself what's important and what's not important."
"I think I get you," Sam said, grateful for her kind explanation.
"I'm sure you do," Lisa said sincerely. "Gentlemen," she said, always addressing them that way as a group, "gentlemen, many things have happened to you. One of you may have snatched an apple from a fruit stand. You got away with it. You then began to steal more and more. Now. A lot of other things could have happened to you, but the theft of that apple is the most important thing, because you got away with it. If you continue to steal - well, you know what'll happen, you know what'll become of you - "
The boys nodded.
"Maybe the most important thing that happened to another one of you was making a pretty girl," she said simply. The boys' eyes widen with surprise as they heard her casually bring up sex. "Now, making that girl could turn that boy into a lover. After the easy conquest of the pretty girl, that might be the only thing he thinks of. I'm sure we all know boys like that," she smiled. The boys grinned back at her. "Get the picture?"
"Sure," the boys said, almost in unison. They understood.
"Good," Lisa smiled.
She got up from behind her desk in the front of the classroom. The boys eyed her hungrily. For more than three weeks she was the only female that they had seen. She walked around to the front of her desk. She smiled at them, aware, very aware, of how powerfully her body was stirring them. She liked the feeling. It excited her.
She hitched herself up on the edge of the desk, partly sitting on it, the edge of the desktop pressing into her lush buttocks. As she hitched herself onto the desktop, her skirt rode up. She had one long, lovely leg hike up slightly higher than the other. The hem of her dress hiked up to the beginning of her stocking tops. She could almost hear the boys wheeze with desire as all twelve pairs of eyes blazed at her legs, so provocatively displayed. She saw burning desire in all of their eyes. She felt desire whipping up in her own body. She felt crazily the urge to hike her skirt up and take them all on at once - give her body to them in a gangbang - but she stilled her quick, hot craving. Instead, she shifted her position, revealing a bit more of her thighs, encased in the stockings that whispered sexily as her legs rubbed together. The silk of her pink dress clung to the inviting V where her thighs met her pussy mound.
"Gentlemen," she said in a soft, low voice, "this autobiography that you're writing is very important. It'll greatly help each of you to understand yourself better and it'll help me understand you better, too. The more we all understand, the easier it'll be for all of us to learn - all of you - and me. If any of you are stuck, please ask me for help. I'll see you privately. It's better that way. Talk is freer when you're not in a roomful of other guys."
The boys laughed, appreciating her remark.
"Now," she continued. "You've all been cooped up here for too long," she smiled. The boys looked at her surprised, wondering what she was driving at. "It's not healthy for you gentlemen to be isolated here. Three of you are old enough to drive. I've arranged for three station wagons to be loaned to you. After eight at night, after study hours are over, all of you are free to go into town."
She paused, waiting for the words to sink in.
"You mean we can go out?" one of the boys said.
"Yes," Lisa answered. "Each of the boys who can drive will be responsible for each of the station wagons. It's up to you boys to keep the station wagons clean and well-serviced. There's only one rule. No one but Sam, Amos and Juan can drive. The rest of you aren't old enough. You're all free to leave every night after eight. You're all free all day Saturday and Sunday."
The boys stared at her with wonder, hardly believing her words. They waited for the catch; the catch, the con, that they had always met in their cruel lives. But there was no catch.
"Now," Lisa continued. The boys stared at her, silently, as if to jointly say, 'oh, here comes the catch.' Lisa paused and then continued. "You don't have any money. Okay. If you gentlemen apply yourselves and continue to help around the estate as you have, you'll all get a weekly spending allowance of forty dollars. That forty dollars is yours to keep, to save, to spend as you see fit. You'll get it every Friday morning. You earn that money by sweating out the rough classes you attend, by helping out around the estate, as many of you have volunteered to. Nobody gets anything for nothing in this world - you all know that," she smiled. The boys grinned at her and nodded in agreement. "You earned your right to come here by being smarter than the other boys who tried to get here. You earn that spending money by sweating things out, by trying to improve yourselves, by helping out around here. No tricks. You're free. I'm sure you'll all conduct yourselves right and play it square with me. Everybody'll be watching you. They'll be waiting for you to slip up. But you're all too smart to slip up. I'm so proud of all of you," she said with conviction. "I'm not worried. You know I'm not."
"We won't let you down," Amos said. The rest of the boys echoed his words. "And, thanks, Lisa," he said softly, honestly. The other boys mumbled their honest thanks to her, too.
"Thank you," Lisa said softly.
"It's groovy, you letting us out," one of the boys said.
"Well," Lisa grinned, "you're not prisoners. If we had the station wagons when you arrived, you'd have been given the use of them at once."
That clinched it. The boys smiled at her, appreciation shining in their eyes. They felt new pride in the trust she invested in them.
The situation was strange. Boys of this kind were usually uncommonly rude and boisterous and unmanageable. During the first week they had behaved wildly at first, but then they had settled down. They were unbelievably well-behaved, in class and out. They respected all the rules - perhaps because the rules were so few and perhaps, because they were shown respect by everyone involved in their education.
Lisa sat there on the desk, swinging one of her long legs, her skirt hiked up high so that the boys could see virtually to the edge of her stocking tops. She wanted truly to help them. She felt that the school was a good idea and it now seemed to be working. The only thing that marred her good attitude was the way in which she was methodically seducing the boys. The boys had been chosen for their native, untapped intelligence and that was the way it should be. But, they were finally selected from a peephole, as Lisa measured their cocks with her eyes, hungrily picking the studs. So, Lisa's great educational design could not honestly be called selfless.
"Pass out these papers, please," she smiled, as she sat provocatively on the desk swinging her leg, the nylon whispering, tantalizing the twelve boys. She handed a small stack of papers to one of the boys and he passed them out.
"Now," Lisa said. "There are two complicated pictures drawn on the paper that's been passed out to you. Here's what I'd like you to do. Study the pictures carefully and then write a short essay on what the pictures mean to you. This isn't a psychological test," she grinned. "It's meant to give you practice in describing what you see. Take your time. You have half an hour. Use the dictionaries in your desks if you're not sure of a word you'd like to use and if you get stuck, call me and I'll help you out. This isn't any kind of a test. It's meant just to give you practice. It's meant to exercise your minds just as sports exercise your muscles. Okay, you can start and don't rush. You don't have to finish. Just do your very best."
Lisa went around and sat behind her desk. She opened a novel and read it as the boys sweated over their assignment. As the half-hour neared its end, she saw that one of the boys, Jose Caruso, was having a difficult time. He was chewing frantically on his pencil, beads of sweat on his forehead. Jose was the smallest of the boys. He was sixteen. He was only five-five, very skinny and had a very dark complexion and hair. He was a shy boy, unsure of himself and he had an inferiority complex. He came from Mexican peasant stock, a broken, poverty-scarred home. Deep inside of the boy rage against the world seethed, ready to explode. Lisa felt compassion for him. She decided that she would visit him in his cottage that night and begin to build the boy up, build his ego, give him something he had never before had. She knew how to act and she was sure that a private visit to his cottage would do him good, much good.
Lisa got up from her desk and circled the room quietly. The boys glanced up at her momentarily and then went back to their work; they were completely absorbed in their assignment. When she reached Jose Caruso she bent down and whispered in his ear.
"May I help you, Jose?" she whispered to the boy with a warm, reassuring smile.
"Aww, that's okay," he whispered shyly, ducking his dark head. The boy seemed to be constantly apologizing for the fact that he was alive.
"Please let me help you?"
He struggled with himself. Then he whispered shyly his problem to her. She bent down close to him, the warmth of her lush body and the scent of her perfume nearly drowning the shy boy. She quietly explained away his problem. A look of sudden understanding crossed his dark, Mexican face. He smiled at her, thankfully.
"Gee, thank you, Lisa. I understand now," he whispered.
"You're welcome, Jose. Please don't be shy with me. Please ask me for help when you need it. I'm here to help you," she whispered, her warm lips close to his ear. She was very tempted to kiss the boy, but she stilled her crazy emotion. There'd be time for that when she was alone with the skinny, shy, Mexican boy in his cottage later, she told herself.
Lisa circled around the back of the room. In the very back seat of the last row sat Amos Black, the huge jet-black boy whom she had picked and had as her first lover among the boys. He was sitting, huge and relaxed, in his chair, with no boys behind him or to the side of him.
Lisa walked up and stood by the side of his desk-chair. She bent low and whispered into his ear.
"How are you doing, Amos?" Lisa whispered.
"Jest fine," he whispered back with a toothy white grin splitting his black face.
"Have you finished your assignment?"
"Yeah. I got it all down real good, I think," he whispered.
None of the boys turned around as Lisa and Amos whispered together in the back of the classroom. They were all still fully absorbed in their assignment. Lisa knew it. Amos knew it. It was almost as if they were conspiring behind the other boys' backs.
Amos dropped his arm over the side of his desk and his huge, black hand came to rest on the calf of Lisa's nylon-clad leg. She took in a sudden, silent suck of wind as she felt his hand resting caressingly on her calf, so openly, in the room full of boys. She stood stock still.
He smiled confidently, mischievously, up at her. She grinned back at him nervously, very aware of his huge hand and then, suddenly, his hand began to travel up her leg as she stood close by him, her legs spread slightly apart. His hand caressed slowly up over her calf, over the back of her knee, up onto the back of her thigh under her skirt, gently pushing up the back hem of her skirt as it moved slowly, teasingly up, up.
Lisa felt strangely helpless and unable to move or stop his open, brazen behavior. At any moment any one of the boys could turn around and see what Amos was doing to her. But she did not resist him. She simply stood there, unmoving, unresisting, staring deeply into his brown eyes as his black face smiled back up at her.
And then his black hand slid up over her nylon stocking tops onto the creamy pink flesh of the back of her thigh, hiking the skirt up as it moved.
"Don't," she mouthed silently to him.
"I can't help myself," he mouthed back silently to her.
Lisa did not move. She could not. The feel of his big black hand, moving caressingly and slowly up over her naked thigh under her skirt had her virtually hypnotized. Desire swarmed over her, making her pussy slit pulse with quick, hot excitement. What he was doing was so brazen, so open, so dangerous - it secretly thrilled her. She didn't move.
She glanced down to his lap and saw the gigantic, bulging ridge of his hard-on in his trousers and she licked her lips nervously. He knew where she was looking and he smiled, moving his hand up higher, very slowly. The whiteness of her lush thighs were in vivid contrast to his black fingers as they caressed and moved slowly up. The satiny flesh of her white thighs tingled as his black fingers caressed upward toward her panties under her pink, rising skirt hem.
She stood there quietly, unmoving as the slow, languorous caress of his hand crept up higher and higher on her naked thigh under her skirt. Unconsciously, her legs spread slightly wider apart He grinned, his lusting eyes holding hers and then his hand reached the lace-edge of her panties. Lisa nearly sighed out loud. His hand caressed slowly over her panty-cupped buttocks and then, slowly, his black fingers dragged down toward the pink crotch band of her panties as she stood there helplessly swaying next to him, her legs beginning to tremble.
He fluttered and dragged his thick, long fingers over the thin, protective panty patch that covered her heated pussy and then, shockingly, there in a room full of boys, Amos worked his hand up under the elastic of her frilly, filmy panties and touched the now moist lips that throbbed with excitement between her legs. His fingertips dragged teasingly over her tender pink slit. She bit her lip in nervous, helpless passion. She nearly gasped out loud as she felt, his black fingers crawling over the pink lips of her vagina, shamelessly spreading them apart so that he could plunge his thick, black finger up and into her secret mound.
With a sudden rush of terror she clamped her thighs together, trapping his hand against her cunt. She stared down at his smiling back face with beseeching eyes.
"Not now ... please stop ... " she mouthed silently, frantically to him.
"This is fun," he mouthed back to her.
"Not now. Later," she silently lipped the words to him.
"Later? Promise?" he lipped to her.
"Yes ... "
She parted her thighs. With a grin of pure satisfaction he slowly removed his caressing hand from between her thighs and the crotch band of her panties sprang back into place, once again covering the moist, hot, throbbing lips of her vagina. Her skirt dropped down into place as he removed his hand with a grin from under her skirt.
Lisa took a deep breath and steadied herself, getting a firm hold on her racing emotions. She knew that she had permitted him shameless liberties. She knew that she could have stopped him, but she hadn't. They had played a dangerous, teasing game together. She didn't want it ever to be repeated that way or she'd lose control and she didn't want to do that.
She gave Amos a freezing stare and then swished briskly to the front of the room. When she turned to face the boys one would never guess that only seconds earlier Amos' black fingers were teasing over her pussy, under her skirt, under her panties. She had full control of her emotions.
"All right, gentlemen," Lisa said with a gentle, steady voice that didn't give away her emotions, "time's up. Joe, will you please collect the papers? Thank you. Oh and please make sure you wrote your names on the papers."
Joe brought the papers to Lisa as she seated herself behind her desk in the front of the classroom.
"Thank you, gentlemen. That'll be all. Class is over and thank you for trying so hard. We'll discuss what you've written tomorrow. You may go to your various shop classes now," she smiled. The boys got up, smiling at her, friendly and began to file out of the classroom. "Oh," Lisa said. "Amos, will you please remain for a moment after the rest have left?"
"Yes ma'am," he answered with quiet respect. The rest of the boys, suspecting that nothing was out of order, filed out of the room, laughing and talking together.
Once the boys were out of the room and the door was closed, Amos got up and walked slowly toward Lisa's desk. She was standing by the side of her desk, arranging the stack of papers neatly, slipping them into a brown envelope.
"You wanted to talk to me, Lisa?" Amos said softly. He stopped a foot from her, uncertain, suddenly, of himself. Lisa looked at him coolly. She saw at once that he was still fully-aroused, that his huge, hard cock was pressing rudely and insistently out against the material of his trousers. But her eyes barely glanced at his enormous, thrilling hard-on. She held herself in control.
"Yes, Amos, I wanted to talk to you."
"Okay," he said, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot, very aware of his hard-on and the fact that she was ignoring it.
"That was a very stupid, dangerous thing you did," she said with controlled anger.
"Aw, I was jest funning around," he said lamely, feeling suddenly unsure of himself.
"You're supposed to be bright. You acted brazenly, stupidly," she said with low anger in her voice.
"But - you - didn't stop me - "
"You took me so off guard that I didn't know what to do. I was shocked and stunned. Do that once more and you're through here, Amos."
"I don't know what came over me, Lisa. I - finished the assignment and began thinking about you and then you were next to me and I got this terrific hard-on so quick-like ... and next thing I knew my hand was moving like it had a life all its own. You looked and smelled and felt so good I couldn't hardly help m'self," he said, his voice low and stumbling.
"I gave myself to you because I wanted to, Amos," she said, her voice suddenly gentle and soft again. She smiled at him and sat down on the edge of the desk, her skirt hiking up temptingly to the edge of her stocking tops. He stood, staring at her, confused, upset, his hard-on still bulging out against the front of his pants. He didn't know what to say or do. Her respect for him meant more than anything in the world had ever before meant. She paused. "Amos, I respected you, admired you. I thought you had more brains and natural ability to learn than any of the other boys. That's why I gave myself to you. In admiration and respect for you. But, after the way you've just shamelessly and foolishly behaved, I wonder if I was right." She paused again, to let the words sink in. He hung his head low, ashamed of himself as he had never been ashamed before. "What am I to think, Amos? I admired and respected you and I thought you felt the same about me," she added softly.
"I do - feel that way 'bout you, Lisa," he said humbly, honestly.
"Well, you have a strange way of showing it. You treated me as if I was some common whore. How am I supposed to feel?"
"I'm - sorry - " he said, his huge body crouching, as if he was trying to make himself disappear in his shame, humiliation, bewilderment and misery.
"Are you? Really?"
"Yes, I am. Honest, Lisa. I mean it. Oh, don't chuck me outta here. It means so much to me. It's my onliest chance."
"Your only chance," she corrected him.
"My only chance," he repeated.
"All right. We'll forget it. Promise you'll show me the same respect that I show you, Amos?"
"Yes ... yes ... I promise," he nearly sobbed.
"All right, then," she said. Then she relented and smiled warmly at him. "Let's be friends again, Amos," she smiled.
"Oh, yeah, sure!" he said with growing excitement and happiness.
"Fine. We'll forget all about it. Okay? Good. I'm sorry that I got you so excited. But I couldn't help that. I didn't try, you know," Lisa smiled.
"I know. Jest being around is all it takes. Jest thinking 'bout you gets me all stirred up, like I am now," he said, meaning his still throbbing hard-on, bulging lewdly in his pants.
"I'm sorry, Amos. If you hadn't behaved the way you did I'd be very nice to you right now - "
"You mean you'd - ?"
"Yes," she grinned, eyeing his erection. "I'd take very good care of that very big problem that you have in your pants right now if you hadn't acted the way you did. But, not now, I'm afraid. You'd better get a grip on your emotions, Amos. You have to go to your next class and you can't go with that erection you have," she smiled, staring at it.
"The way you're looking at it only makes it worse," he said with anguish.
"All right. I'll leave. As soon as you get yourself under control, you go to your next class."
"I'm sorry I did what I did, Lisa," he said softly.
"You're forgiven. It's forgotten. Now I'll leave you," she said and with a flash of creamy thighs, she swung herself down off the top of the desk. She twitched her hips seductively as she left the room, knowing that his hot eyes were following her. She closed the door behind her.
Once she was out of the room, leaving Amos behind, she leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath.
Boy, I sure pulled that one off, she sighed to herself. Flames of desire were still licking over her. It had cost her all her control to make him take his caressing hand away and it had cost her all her will-power not to unzip his fly and play with his huge black cock once she was alone with him. But she had resisted temptation, she had regained her full control over the powerful black boy. If she didn't control him, she knew that she couldn't control any of the other boys.
She walked slowly through the house and went up to her room. She lay down on the bed, throbbing with desire. She had to still her need. As she lay there, on her back, her skirt high up over her thighs, the door to her bedroom opened and her twin brother, Fred, entered.
She grinned at him.
"Boy, do I need you," she sighed. "Get out of your pants and fuck me I"
He did.
CHAPTER FOUR
That evening, Lisa dressed with extreme care. She took a long bubble bath and after toweling her glowing body, she powdered and perfumed her curves. She slipped into a powder-blue, lace-and-silk pair of wispy panties; the golden puff of her pubic hair gleamed through the wispy panties as they hugged her mound of Venus. The matching bra was a meaningless gesture; she had no need for a bra and it did nothing to uplift her full, thrusting, up-tilted tits. She attached her long stockings to her light-blue garter belt and stepped into blue heels. She decided to dress informally, to put Jose Caruso, the boy she intended to visit, more at his ease. She felt that by dressing casually she would seem less remote to him. The blue plaid miniskirt, four inches above her knees, made her look almost a teen-ager. The soft blue pullover sweater didn't cling to her breasts, but still bewitchingly revealed them. She surveyed herself in the full length mirror and was pleased by her reflection. She was a delectable vision - a gorgeous, tall, natural blonde dressed in blue - she did, in fact, nearly look like a swinging teen-ager, a college girl, youthful and vibrant and glowingly beautiful and alive.
She went over to her intercom phone. From her bedroom she could dial the phones of any of the boys' cottages; the boys could not dial her.
Lisa began to dial his number, then stopped and hung up the phone before completing the dialing. It suddenly occurred to Lisa that the boy was a walking inferiority case. If he knew she was going to drop into his cottage he might begin to worry and fret. No, Lisa thought, it's better if I just stop in, unannounced. Study hours for the boys had just begun, so he had to be there.
During study hours each of the boys' doors were closed and locked. No one except Lisa was permitted to visit during these hours. When any boy was in the midst of studies, he turned a knob on his door. It was a rule that when this red slot showed on a cottage door, no one was permitted to even knock on the door - only Lisa.
Lisa walked slowly over the rolling, lush, green lawn toward the row of cottages. She had become a familiar sight around the cottages. From the very beginning she made it a habit to drop in on the boys, unannounced; sometimes she dialed them first to ask them if they needed help, or if they simply wanted to talk. All of the boys looked forward to her visits; they seemed normal and natural to them. It never occurred that she might be visiting for other than educational reasons.
She came up to Jose Caruso's white cottage. His door was closed and the red slot indicating that he was studying was visible. His shades were drawn. Being from the city, the boys habitually kept their shades drawn down; this was peculiar to all big city dwellers of apartments - it was their screen of privacy - they kept it drawn now, even though they had the privacy that only country living could grant.
A moment after Lisa knocked on his door, he opened it a crack and peered out. A look of surprise came over his thin, dark, nervous face; he had the distinct features of Mexican-Spanish stock. His skin was a deep olive tone.
"May I come in for a moment, Jose?" she asked sweetly.
"Oh, yeah, sure," he answered, surprised, off-balance. He stepped aside and she brushed past him, into the small, neat cottage. The cottage had a living room, bedroom, small kitchen, study-room and bath.
The boy had never been visited by Lisa. He didn't know how to act and he had never seen her dressed the way in which she was dressed - the miniskirt and the sweater - she looked so young and friendly, strangely not at all like the regal and beautiful lady whom they saw in the classroom; not that she still was not beautiful; she was ravishing, but in a more youthful, casual way.
"I hope you don't mind me stopping in this way, Jose," she smiled at him.
"Uh, no - that's okay," he stumbled, ill - at-ease.
She sat down on the chair, sinking back in the soft cushions. She crossed her legs carelessly. Her miniskirt was short and the careless way in which she crossed her legs gave the nervous boy a startling, breath-taking view of her creamy thighs, almost up to her panties. The miniskirt rode up high on her thighs, close to the edge of her long stocking tops, giving the boy a ravishing view of her long, shapely, tempting legs. He plunged his hands uselessly into his pockets and tensely pawed the rug with his foot, his eye swerving away from hers as she smiled at him.
Lisa took the room in quickly. He kept it very neat. She saw that the tape recorder was on his desk; that made it evident that he was working on improving his diction and the huge dictionary looked well-used in three short weeks. He's trying hard to learn, Lisa thought to herself.
"I won't take up too much of your valuable time, Jose," Lisa smiled, trying to put the boy at his ease. But he did not relax. He stood before her tensely. "Oh, Jose, you don't have to be such a gentleman. Please sit down." He promptly, almost comically, plopped himself down on the sofa and looked at her, questioningly.
"Gee, you surprised me, Lisa. Never expected you to come," he said. He was having difficulty, Lisa noted with pleasure, keeping his eyes off her flashing show of legs.
"Jose, you're simply too shy for your own good," she grinned.
"What you mean?"
"When you need help, you simply won't ask."
"Yeah. That's me," he laughed nervously. "Hey, thanks for what ya did in class."
"That's all right. I understand. Jose, how are you coming along with your autobiography?"
"Oh, terrific," he answered, too quickly.
"Now, you know that's not the truth," she laughed.
"What you mean?" he asked vehemently.
"You know you're having a hard time with it."
"I am?"
"You are," she laughed, not mocking him. "Come on. Confess. It's breaking your back, isn't it?"
"Yeah ... kinda," he said slowly.
"Can't I help you please?"
"It's my job to make a good auto ... biography!" he said too loudly. "No help. I'll do myself, all right. And good, too."
"That's right. You should do it yourself. I'd just like to help you sort out your thoughts. You're not sure what to put in or what to leave out. Isn't that right, Jose?"
"That's right," he admitted softly, wringing his hands. "I work on this all the time and it gets bigger and bigger. I put everything in. I can't understand what to leave out, even trying to remember what you said about a pattern evolving."
Lisa got up, uncrossing her legs, purposely letting him see up her miniskirt. He saw a flash of her powder-blue panties and his dark, moodily eyes nearly bulged out of his thin, dark face. She walked slowly toward the couch on which he was sitting, swaying her hips slightly, smiling warmly at him. Her legs brushed and in the silence of the cottage the nervous boy heard the sensuous whisper, the seductive promise, of her nylons.
"Jose, I'd so much like to know you better," she said softly to him as she swayed up to him as he sat there, rigidly, on the sofa, wringing his hands together nervously. "The more I know about you, the more you know about me - the more we know about each other - the easier it'll be for you to learn. Here, I'll sit by you so we can talk intimately, like good friends ... like a boy and a girl ... not like a teacher and pupil ... " she nearly whispered.
"Like a girl and a boy ... " he repeated quietly.
"Yes. Here, let me sit by you."
She sank down into the couch next to him. Her lush hips touched his and he sat bolt upright, as if he'd been shocked. She relaxed, turned toward him, so that their bodies brushed. "Now, isn't that nicer?" She smiled.
"Yes," he managed, overpowered by her nearness. She had always seemed so distant to him and now, here she sat, her body touching his, so close and warm and friendly ... almost like a girl friend.
"See," she purred. "Now it's not like I'm your teacher. Let's pretend, okay?" she smiled warmly at him.
"Pretend? Pretend what, Lisa?"
"Well, let's pretend for now that I'm your girl friend," she whispered into his ear, giggling as a young girl his own age would.
"What?" he said, not believing his own ears.
"Let's pretend that I'm your girl friend," she repeated in his ear.
"You're - my girl friend?" he asked stupidly, not able to grasp what she was proposing, his mind not able to make the transition, changing her from regal, remote lady, teacher, to girl friend.
"Yes and you're my boy friend."
"I - " he faltered.
"Well, why not?" she smiled. "You're very attractive, you know."
"Me?" he asked. "Naw!"
"Oh, yes you are, Jose. You're very attractive to a girl - to me."
"Naw! You kid me, make a fool of me! I'm a skinny little Mexican runt! You're a beautiful lady!"
"You're a boy, Jose. A boy can't see in himself what a girl sees in him. You're quiet and shy. I like that and you're very smart - "
"I'm stupid!"
"If you were, you wouldn't be here."
"Aww - "
"You're quiet and shy but you have fire burning in you. I know. I can feel it. Sometimes when you're very quiet and everybody thinks you have nothing to say, you're burning inside with words. Sometimes, when people think you don't want to do anything, inside you're burning over and you want to explode, to do something, to strike out - "
He stared at her in amazement. What she said was true. How could she know? No one else had ever guessed that about him. He turned to her, staring, feeling as if the dam inside himself were about to burst and overflow.
"That's right!" he said with excitement. "But how do you know that?"
"I told you a girl can sense things about boys. That's one of the things that's attractive about you, Jose. You seem so quiet and shy, but a girl knows what you're really like deep inside of your secret self."
"Gee, you're smart, Lisa," he said with awe.
"Not really. Just a girl who understands a guy like you."
"What did you mean, Lisa, when you said - let's pretend you're my girl friend?"
"If you think of me as a teacher, we can't be friends. I came here tonight to make friends with you because ... I like you. When I'm alone with you, like I am now, I don't feel like your teacher. I don't feel older than you. I feel, well, more like your ... girl friend. If you can only feel that way toward me ... well ... then we can be close and talk like only a boy friend and girl friend can talk ... "
Lisa was playing her role to the hilt.
"You're ... too classy to really be my girl friend ... " he muttered.
"Why?"
"Because. You are."
"I don't feel I'm too good for you. You feel you're too good for me?"
"No! Never! I don't feel good enough for you ... "
"But that's so silly, Jose, dear," she said, calling him 'dear' softly, on purpose. He responded to the word, as if he'd been shot. "I don't feel too good for you." She paused. "Do you like the way I'm dressed tonight?"
"Oh, yes!"
"I dressed this way ... just for you, Jose," she whispered.
"For me?"
"Yes, for you, Jose, dear."
"No girl never did nothing like that for me."
"Oh, I don't believe that. I'll bet you have to fight the girls off," she laughed, flattering him.
"Naw!" he said shyly. "Girls never go for a runt Mexican like me."
"Then why am I here?" she purred.
He stared at her, wanting to believe her, but not able to. It seemed unreal to him. Too good to be true.
"Tell me about yourself, Jose, dear. Please. Just, relax. Just act like I'm your best girl. Here. Put your arm around my shoulder and just talk to me. Tell me all about yourself, your hopes, your life, your past."
"Put my arm around you?" he asked stupidly.
"Yes, Jose, dear. Please?"
Woodenly, stiffly, he put his arm awkwardly around her shoulders. She snuggled in close to him, humming contentedly in her throat.
"Now, isn't that nicer?" she purred. "I'm your girl friend. Please talk to me?"
"I ... don't know what to say."
He felt almost paralyzed. He never dreamed she would be here alone with him, playing up to him, cuddling close. It was too much for him to grasp.
Lisa talked to him softly, gently, flattering him subtly. Slowly, her practiced technique began to work on the boy. He began to relax, began to talk. She listened to him as he rambled.
"But you haven't told me about your girls, Jose, dear."
"Aw, I don't have luck with girls."
"I don't believe that at all," she smiled lovingly at him, cuddling in closer in the circle of his arm, resting her blonde head on his thin shoulder. She felt powerful sympathy, powerful emotion for him. She wanted to give this boy something to build up his broken ego. The gift of herself would begin to do that, she knew. But she would move slowly. She couldn't wait to have him. She sensed that he would be a vibrant, exciting lover and she knew he had a stud's cock. Even now she could see that her nearness had him excited. The huge bulge of his hard-on pushed out against his trousers as she cuddled close to him, exciting him with her ravishing charms. She saw that he was wringing his hands nervously again. She reached over and took his hands apart, held his hands in the gentle caress of her own hands.
"Don't do that. Hold my hand, Jose," He obeyed. "Now, tell me about your girls, please?"
"All right. You wanna know? I'll tell you how dumb I am with girls. There was this girl once, see? About six months ago. She was a pretty blonde, not pretty like you, though. She was sixteen, like me. I was crazy for her. She was so nice to me. No girl was ever so nice to me. She was going around with a big wheel, star of the basketball team. He was a big blonde guy, not a dark little runt like me. But she was nice to me, always talked nice to me, like no other girl did. Well, there was this dance, see, at school. It was in the gym. The gym was all decorated nice like." He abruptly paused.
"Yes, go on, please?"
"It's rough to talk about, Lisa."
"Please tell me?"
"Well ... the gym was all decorated and they had a band and the kids were dancing and there was food. It was real nice. This girl - Nancy - was there with her big blond boy friend, the big wheel. She was on the committee for the dance. I watched her, scared to go up to her, wanted to talk to her, dance with her, but I was scared and the big wheel was with her. Then she left him and walked out of the hall near the back side of the gym. The hall went back to where the dressing-rooms and all were - where the committee kept all their stuff. I sneaked out after her and followed her."
"Yes? What happened, Jose?"
"The hall was deserted. She heard me coming up behind her. I asked if I could help. She laughed real nice and warm and friendly and said sure. We went back into this room, all alone and I helped her out. We got real chummy. I lost my head, thinking she really liked me a lot. I grabbed her and kissed her. Got her on the couch and kissed her and felt her up and - "
"Yes, yes?"
" - and she began to spit at me and call me names. She called me a skinny little runt of a spic, told me she was only being nice to me cause she felt sorry for me. She ripped me up with her words while I had her down on the couch. I went like crazy, tried to kill her and then her boy friend came in and grabbed me and punched me and knocked me down. I got up and cut him bad with my knife. The girl was crazy out of her head scared. He was bleeding and crying. I cut him bad. I went nuts. For some nutty reason the girl, Nancy, she talked the guy into letting me off the hook. She made him promise not to squeal on me. I guess after the way I went crazy she felt sorry for me again or something. I dunno."
"That's awful. How could that girl feel that way about you, Jose, dear? I don't. I think she really secretly liked you."
"Naw. She called me a rutty spic and cursed me and said she was only nice to me cause she felt sorry for me."
"But she came to your rescue. She made the other boy keep quiet about what happened. After the way you roughly treated her it doesn't make logical sense for her to try to save you. No, I think she really secretly liked you."
"Naw."
"When you got her down on the couch and kissed and felt her up, did she fight you hard?"
"Naw. Not too hard and she was just as big as I am."
"There you are. See?"
"See what, Lisa?"
"You see, you didn't handle her smoothly, show her any respect. You just roughly grabbed her and threw her down on the couch and started to kiss and feel her like she was a whore. A girl can't be nice to any guy when he treats her that way. She has her pride. I'll bet if you had been nicer to her, if you had moved in on her slowly, she wouldn't have resisted. I'll bet if that other boy didn't happen in on you well, in the end I'll bet she'd have stopped fighting you - I'll bet she'd have given in, because she really secretly liked you, Jose, dear."
"That's crazy ... hey, you really think so?"
"Yes, I do."
"I'm damned," he said with wonder, accepting her version, beginning to warm to the idea, his ego slowly building. Lisa saw the change coming over him and was pleased. She decided to press home.
"You said she really didn't fight you hard at all, in spite of the rough way you treated her, showing her no respect."
"Yeah ... that's really right!"
"Oh, Jose, dear. You don't understand girls at all."
"I guess not." He smiled for the first time. She had never seen him smile before. She liked it. He didn't look so bad, so hopeless, so brooding when he smiled. But then, his life had given him little cause to smile.
Lisa dropped her hand onto his thigh. He stiffened at her touch.
"Oh, Jose, what a man you are," she sighed.
"Me? A man? Naw. I'm a boy, a nothing."
"You're not. You're something. You are to me. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"But the other guys - "
"The other guys here don't even know I'm with you now. It doesn't matter if they do. I visit all the boys in their cottages. You know that."
"Yeah."
"But I visit them only to help them with their studies. I don't get dressed up special for them, like I do for you. I never came to you before because ... I thought you'd ... laugh at me," she said, laying it on.
"Me? Laugh at you?" he said stunned.
"Yes. You're so attractive to a girl. To me. I was afraid you'd be cold to me, make me feel like a fool. No girl likes to feel that way with a boy."
"You really like me, huh? he said, not able to believe his good fortune. No girl had ever liked him and now - Lisa - it was too much for him.
"Yes. I like you. Very much. I'd like to be your girl, Jose, dearest," she whispered, her head on his shoulder, her hand creeping up his thigh toward his huge lumpy cock, her eyes reflecting adoration for him.
"You? My girl?" He couldn't grasp the idea.
"Yes. Me. Your girl. No one else must know. They wouldn't understand. It has to be our secret. No one else must ever know."
"I ... understand ... But you wanna be ... my girl?"
"Very much," she whispered.
"But you're older. You can have rich, older, experienced, swinging guys - "
"I don't want them," she purred. "I want you."
"Me? I can't believe it!"
"It's true."
"But you're older. You're rich. You're educated. You're a lady and I'm nothing but - "
"Hush," she said, putting her other hand over his lips, stilling him. Her free hand continued to slowly, slowly, creep up his thigh. "Oh, Jose," she whispered. "Could you possibly want me to be your girl?"
"God!" he said, slapping his forehead in amazement.
"Do you think you could like me half as much as I like you?"
"I'm crazy about you. I worship you, Lisa. You're like an untouchable dream to me."
"Oh, thank you, darling Jose."
She offered him her lips. Stiffly, his lips covered hers. They kissed. She snaked out her tongue and pressured it against his tight lips. Slowly, his lips parted and her tongue slipped into his mouth. She crushed herself to him, mashing her full tits against his thin chest. She kissed him with desperate passion. The kiss shook him.
"Ohhhh, Jose, darling," she purred, kissing him over the ear. Her hand caressed his neck as her other hand, on his thigh, moved up and then closed gently over his rigid, gigantically thick and long cock inside of his trousers. He gasped. "You're such a man. I want you so. I have since the first moment I saw you, darling," she said as her fingers curled around the thick ridge of his cock in his pants, sliding slowly up and down over the covered, throbbing length of it.
"Lisa! Jesus!" he gasped.
"Ohhh, you're such a man. I'm wild about you and you're so - big!" she purred, squeezing his hard cock with her expert fingers through the fabric of his pants.
"Oh, God, I can't ... believe it!"
"Believe it, darling. It's real."
They kissed, tonguing each other with feverish desire. Her right hand caressed the hard bulge in his trousers, massaging the swollen ridge with avid desire. Her fingers tightened around his prick, cupping, moving up and down over its length. Her fingers measured, with excitement, the hugeness of the boy. She felt wildly wicked seducing the young, think, dark, unattractive Mexican boy. As they kissed, her hand found the tab of his zipper and slowly began to pull it down. The rasp of the zipper being dragged down slowly, filled the room, mixing with their, heated panting. She felt the boy go stiff as she reached into the front of his pants, working her fingers in through the flap of his undershorts. She had no trouble finding his hard, huge, naked rod with her expert fingers and she grasped it with desire.
"Soooo big, darling, Jose, you're soooo big, sooooo huge, such a wonderful man!"
"Oh, God, Lisa!" was all that he could manage to pant.
"Your ... cock is soooo great," she purred.
"You're driving me out of my skull," he breathed raggedly. She was pressing in over him, the aggressor.
"I want to be nice to you, darling," she sighed. "I want to show you how much I care for you."
She giggled girlishly and stabbed her tongue into his sensitive ear. Her skilled fingers relaxed and pressured and pulled up and down on the stiffness of his aching rod inside of his trousers. They could both see the moving lump of her hand moving up and down over the huge lump of his cock inside of his pants.
And then she slowly, skillfully, lifted his cock and swollen balls out of the yawning gap in the front of his pants. She unbuttoned the top of his pants and they fell wide open. His huge, swollen naked cock was exposed to her hungry eyes as her fist curled around it tightly, moving slowly up and down. In a loving, nearly frantic caress, her curling fingers massaged and pressured over his cock. The boy lay back, sighing and moaning.
"Ohhhh, Jose, you're so great and you're my man, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes!" he panted.
"Darling. Relax. Let me do everything. Please?"
"Anything - you want - "
As if she were his mistress, his loving slave, she slowly undressed him, stripping away every bit of his clothing until he sat close to her on the couch, half reclining beneath her. Her hands caressed him, fondled him. She kissed him adoringly, with heated passion. She was still fully clothed. He was stark naked. His body was pitiful. Thin. His ribs showed. It didn't seem possible that his huge, rigid cock could be a part of him.
Like an oriental maiden she served him delights, fondling him, caressing him, lovingly toying with his swollen balls and his gigantic prick. She bit and tongued his hard little nipples and he trembled, quaking beneath her. She tongued down over his thin stomach, lancing it into his navel, making him quiver. Then he was lying beneath her and she hovered over him, fully closed, her eyes glittering with desire and lust.
"I'm going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, darling," she whispered.
She kissed over his stomach, over his privates, down over his trembling thighs. She bit and kissed and washed her tongue over every inch of his front. Then she turned him over and began again at the top, kissing his neck, her hands caressing, kissing and licking over his back, down to his thin buttocks, dragging her wet tongue up and down deep along the crack, then licking and biting his cheeks, down over his thighs, his calves. She worshipped his small feet, laving her tongue over his arches, dragging her tongue between each toe, her lips suckling on each toe and then slowly up, up, up over his knees and thighs toward his huge, swaying cock and balls.
"Soooo beautiful, soooo beautiful," she breathed as her face pressed up close to his erection, her eyes devouring it. The boy was speechless in his emotion. "Close your eyes and relax, my darling. Let your Lisa do everything, everything."
"Yes, yes ... " he managed.
Her lips moved up and he gasped and sputtered. She tantalized him, her tongue working between his quaking thighs, moving up, up. She dallied delightful, an inch from his balls, flogging, licking his thighs with her tongue.
"Your balls are sooooo lovely," she sighed.
"Ugggg," he grunted, as the tip of her pink tongue curled and licked over his dark, hairy balls.
Lisa glanced up at the boy's dark olive face from her position at his privates. The boy's mouth gaped open and his eyes were rolling around. She was intrigued by the strained sounds that came from his throat; she heard him stammering, choking on words, groaning and she was enchanted knowing that she was causing those sounds to come from him.
And then Lisa could deny neither the young boy's need or her own need any farther. She licked her tongue over her lips and stared intently at his swollen flesh, saw the veins, saw the way his erection had stretched the flesh taut. Now she was going to give him a treat, the likes of which he had never had and coming from Lisa, it would truly mean something special to the boy - it would mean something special to her, too. She felt as if she were about to take the boy's virginity; the feeling excited her.
"You just relax, darling Jose. Lisa's going to show you just how much she really cares for you."
"Ohhhh, Lisa," the boy nearly cried in an anguish of throbbing need.
"Hush, now, my darling, my own," she whispered, her warm breath fanning over his gigantic pecker. "Now Lisa's going to show Jose how very much she really cares for him."
She sighed in anticipation. She was boiling with passion, a passion to serve the boy, rob boyhood from him, make him feel like a man, a real man. She knew exactly how to do that. She began to bow her lovely face down toward his erection. Her blonde hair tumbled over his shivering thighs. She was about to devour bun.
CHAPTER FIVE
At the very last moment she changed her mind. Her lips swerved just as they were about to take possession of his arousal. She moved up over him. She began to nibble over his neck. Her tongue lulled and darted and fluttered over his chest, making him gasp. Then she slowly, continued to tantalize him, sweeping her tongue over his olive, hairless chest, working down slowly across his thin chest, over his ribs, kissing and licking him first on one side, then on the other. Once again she dramatically dallied at his stomach, biting him and tonguing his navel.
Jose seemed to be breaking apart beneath her expert teasing. Her onslaught was overwhelming him. Lisa crawled down low and pushed her shoulders under his thighs. She lifted him. Then she bit and tongued his quivering buttocks again. She tongued his tightly clenched spheres. Finally, she could deny it no longer. She dramatically shifted her heated attention to his naked cock and swollen balls. She licked over his balls with hunger, as if they were a rare treat. She whisked her tongue along the underside of his throbbing cock, swirling her tongue over the taut flesh wetly. Her face dove down. Her lips formed a perfect circle and she took the hard head of his prick with her wet, hot, grasping lips.
She took the boy slowly, engulfing his cock with her grasping lips. More and more deeply her lips took him. She slowly drew her head back up, her lips holding a firm circle on his gigantic cock and slowly her lips slid up, up; she rippled his cock with her tongue and her teeth. She drew her head back all the way, to the tip of the head of his rod, suckled noisily there, nursing with pleasure. Then her blonde head dove down once more, plunging down, down, down until she swallowed all of his prick. Her chin gently hit his balls and he croaked and thrashed. Her face moved over his privates and her blonde hair tossed wildly, swishing over his thighs.
The boy twisted and arched and turned his body as Lisa slowly increased her sucking pace, bobbing her head faster and faster, her jaws aching from having to open so wide to swallow up his entire, thick, long cock. His cock slid in between her lips as her lips drove down to the hilt and she felt the delicious friction of his hard flesh sliding over her curling, wet tongue.
The heavy load of her breasts, in the confines of her soft blue sweater, pressed down on his thighs, rubbing, as she became more and more completely enthralled in the act of eating him. It was a shameless, feverish act of oral devotion on her part. She loved it and her performance became more and more inspired, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with heated passion on the young boys wet, olive-dark cock. Her eyes were misty with desire and adoration as she sucked furiously. Her blonde hair was spraying over his dark thighs as she took his prick in the hot, sweet delight of her ultimate kiss.
"Great, ohhhh, wonderful," the boy groaned.
He arched his back, jabbing his cock up at the wide, clinging circle of her elastic-tight lips. Her tongue, like a wild snake, circled and danced and licked and swirled and laved. The hot wet heat of her encircling, devouring lips gave the young Mexican boy thrilling sensations, sensations beyond any that he had ever experienced.
But the boy's excitement was no greater than Lisa's. She was thrilled and awed by the power she felt as she sucked. To Lisa this was one of the great treats that the world had to offer-servicing a male cock. She bent to her loving task with passion. Her eyes were glassy and her eyelashes were fluttering as she mouthed his cock. Her sensitive, knowing lips, experienced by long, long years of practice, clung to his hard-on. She nibbled and scraped with her teeth as her head bobbed with increasing rhythm.
She moved her hand under and caressing grasped his jerking balls. She fingered them, toyed with them, as she increased even more the speed of her lips as they surged up and down over his huge cock. His wiry pubic hair tickled against her nose and her chin bumped against his balls as she sucked. She pushed his legs wider apart. The sharp point of her tongue dragged warmly over his smooth flesh as he imbedded his cock in her mouth. She twisted her lips round and round, circling her head as it bobbed, cruelly and deliriously teasing him.
She breathed in deeply the sharp, pungent odor of his privates and the scent excited her, making her mouth fill with saliva, making her nostrils flare. She cupped his smooth testicles gently as she mouthed his huge, erect prick. Her nails grazed over his twin balls. She rammed her lips down over the hard head of his rod, crushing it between her sucking lips. He thrust his loins up with power. His cock sank in all the way in the clinging wet circle of her lips. She gurgled with delight and passion. She could feel his prick sliding and rubbing its full, thick length over her tongue and it felt as if he was going to drive it back deep into her throat.
Now her eyes were closed. Her mouth was full of his great, fleshy cock; it looked like a great banana, thrusting in and out of her ovaled lips.
"Ohhhh, Lisa, your lips are like wet, hot fire. Ohhhhhh ... "
His lips were undulating rapidly, in tempo with her sucking mouth. She sucked like a demon, swishing her tongue around and around his throbbing cock, sliding her round, widely-stretched lips up and down over it as he bucked wildly beneath her. She sucked on avidly, her blonde head bobbing wildly, swiveling over his olive-dark cock. He pumped his loins with fury. Submissively Lisa mewed, her tingling lips locked tightly around his thrusting cock.
And then she knew, from long years of practice and experience, that the young Mexican boy was about to pump his load of white sperm into her lips. Her lips surged and clung as his cock screwed wildly into her mouth.
"Agggg!" he cried. He was coming.
She felt his cock swelling dramatically to even greater proportions within the clinging, velvet caress of her lips. Her senses swam with delight as she delighted him magnificently. He detonated and his sperm jetted out like a fire hose into her mouth. She swallowed. Her lips sucked. Her cheeks puffed out lewdly as another flush of sperm creamed into her mouth, filling it to capacity. She swallowed and her cheeks hollowed, but only for an instant, because another bath of come juice spewed into her active mouth. Her mouth was so full of his jetting sperm that she couldn't swallow it all down fast enough. White, sticky sperm ran from the edges of her sucking lips. A sticky trickle ran down over her chin. She swallowed and swallowed. She believed that this was the greatest load that a prick had ever pumped into her mouth.
In her excitement at his climax she quickened the bobbing of her head. She didn't slow it down until she felt his prick slowly beginning to soften, as it spat its last into her filled mouth. Her lips were still tightly clasped in an oval circle around his spurting penis. With her eyes closed, Lisa imagined the picture of herself and the young Mexican boy as his cock disappeared and threw its sperm into her hugging, sucking lips. She continued to hunger on his huge, fleshy rod as it shot spurt after spurt of cream into her mouth. Her lips were tightly clenched and were diving up and down wildly. He was jacking his hips furiously, shoving his cock in rhythm in and out of her tender, sucking lips. She was cradling the slowly deflating softness of his testicles with her hand, squeezing gently, as if to squeeze every drop of sperm from it, for her mouth to drink hotly down. His thick, wet, glistening cock dumped its entire load of sticky white sperm into her hungry mouth. Small rivers of sperm were leaking out of her lips, coursing down over her chin and throat. She simply could not swallow it all, no matter how desperately she tried and she tried desperately to drink it all down.
Finally, it was over. He was drained. His prick was limp in her mouth. The exhausted boy opened his eyes and stared with wonder down at Lisa. She was now lying over his thighs, letting his spent cock slip from her sticky, sperm-coated lips. She began to play with his limp penis, fingering it lovingly, her lips brushing loving kisses over it. She glanced up at the boy, her blue eyes misty, her face softly lighted with a dreamy smile of pleasure. She slowly moved up next to him, pressing her fully-clothed body in close to his thin, naked body, nestling in the crook of his arm.
"Did you like that, my darling?" she sighed.
"It was ... fantastic. I can't believe it happened," he panted.
"Well, it did," she laughed softly, her fingers still playing with his sticky, wet limp prick.
"Oh, you were sooooo wonderful, soooo wonderful ... to me," he sighed.
"I loved doing it for you, my darling Jose," she smiled, kissing his lips. Some of the remaining sperm transferred itself from her lips to his as they kissed deeply. She rolled over on top of him, covering him with her body. "It was a special thing I did for you. Now you know how very much I care for you, how very special a man I feel you are," she purred. "I wanted to show you I was crazy about you. I knew no better way. I wanted to give you pleasure."
"That you would do such a thing for me," the poor, thin, olive-skinned Mexican boy said with wonder. "I never dreamed - "
"Was it good for you, my darling?"
"It was wonderful. I never had that before."
"You mean a girl never loved you with her lips - until I just did it for you?" she said, surprised.
"That's the truth, Lisa, my beautiful," he said shyly.
"My lips were the first to touch your beautiful prick?" she asked him.
"Yes," he said softly, shyly, frightened that she might laugh at his lack of accomplishment.
"Oh, but that's wonderful, my darling, Jose," she said with enthusiasm. "I'm sooo glad! I'm so glad and grateful that I could be the first girl to show you the delight of oral love. Was it really good?"
"Oh, I never felt anything like it. I thought I'd die, it felt so good, so great. Oh, thank you, Lisa. You make me so proud."
"Now do you believe how much I care for you, darling Jose?"
"Yes. But it is too much for me to understand. I know you loved me, sucked me with your wonderful lips, covered my naked body with your kisses, but I can't really believe that it happened to me - to me - "
"It happened to you. I wouldn't do this for anyone else. Only you, darling," she lied. She could see his ego swelling. She could see him beginning to show pride in himself. For the first time and he was smiling constantly now, something he never did before.
"What is it about me that makes you want to do these things for me? I'm nothing to look at, I'm - "
"Oh, but you are something to look at, darling Jose," she lied again. She wanted to really pump up his ego. "You look into the mirror and you don't like what you see. I look at you and I like what I see. I don't only see your face and your body. I see all the wonderful things you have inside of you, just waiting to come out and shine in the world. You're such a man."
"Lisa, you make me feel so real good. I never felt so good. Thank you," he said humbly.
"No. Thank you for letting me give you pleasure. I get pleasure when you allow me to give you pleasure, my darling."
"No girl ever talked to me like this. No girl ever did such things with me and now - you. I can't believe your goodness to me. Never had a girl's hand or lips touched me - down there - " he admitted shyly.
"I don't believe that!" she said.
"It's true. I never could get that close to a girl - " he blushed beneath his deep olive skin. Lisa knew at once that he was telling her the truth, that he was confessing something to her that he had never before confessed to anyone. "Girls always rejected me - until you. How could that be? All of those girls together cannot come close to matching your beauty, your - "
"Jose," Lisa interrupted gently. She looked deep into his moist brown eyes. "Are you a virgin?"
"I - " His voice broke.
She knew, in that instant, that he was a virgin, if he could still be considered that after the way in which she had worshipped his virginal prick with her expert, hungering lips. Yes, he was a virgin. Until his prick entered her vagina, he was a virgin. She didn't believe that any of the tough, slum boys could possibly be virgins. But here was poor, little, thin, unattractive, Jose - a virgin.
"You won't be a virgin much longer, my pet," she whispered in his ear.
"You - ?" he started, looking at her with wide, surprised, worshipful eyes.
"Yes. We're going to make wonderful love together, Jose, love. You'll be my lover. Will you like that?"
"Oh, yes! You're so good to me. Why?"
"Because I adore you, silly," she smiled.
"You - adore me - me - " he said, testing the unbelievable idea in his mind.
"Yes, I do and soon, you'll be my lover. Your big, hard, wonderful cock will bury itself deep inside of me. It'll be sooo lovely. You know, Jose, your prick is huge. Only a handful of men in the world had a prick as big as yours."
"Is that true?"
"Yes. You're special. Girls worshipfully call men who have gigantic pricks like yours - studs."
"I'm a stud?"
"You are. You're so big and hard down between your legs that you fill a girl up inside like no other man but a stud can. You're special, Jose. You're rare."
He looked at her, thoughtfully. Now he had something of which to truly be proud. She made him feel loved and special. He had always felt unloved and rejected. It seemed she was turning the world around for him. It seemed she was turning the dark side of his world away - the dark side that he always lived in - and now, turning that world around she was taking him into the bright, good, golden world. He felt alive and proud for the first time in his young, ruined life.
Lisa understood what was going on in his mind. She could see it brightly reflected in his dark, thin face. He began to smile. It was a smile of pride. She had never seen it on his sorrowful face before - it had never graced his sad face before. Lisa felt pride that she had worked this beginning change in the boy and in a few moments she would have his gigantic, stud's cock deep inside of her hungering vagina. She could have her cake and eat it. It was lovely. What she was doing was dishonest. But, it was helping him and at the same time, it was giving her emotional and sexual pleasure. The boy didn't have to know that it was a game she was playing - a game meant to ultimately satisfy her own sexual cravings. Along the way her craving shed goodness on the boy. As she smiled at him she felt his massive cock hardening swiftly in the caressing curl of her knowing fingers. She grinned with delight.
A sudden look of fright crossed his face.
"What's the matter, Jose?"
"I'm - getting hard again - "
"Yes, you are. Lovely and hard. In a few minutes, you won't be a virgin anymore."
"I don't know what to do," he said, frightened.
"You'll know exactly what to do, darling," she whispered to him soothingly. She caressed his full-erect cock with her hand, lovingly. "You're special. You're a stud. I know what to do. I'll help you. But you won't need help. Nature will guide you, darling. It'll be wonderful and natural to have you in me."
"I don't want to do wrong - make a fool of myself - " he said, his voice trembling and desperate.
"You won't," she whispered, kissing him with warmth. "Now, just you relax. I have to undress," she smiled.
Lisa got up from on top of the naked boy and candidly blew a kiss at his hard, upthrusting erection. He watched with glowing, worshipping eyes as Lisa slowly began to remove her clothes, slowly revealing the treasures of her enticing body. Lisa's senses were drowning in a swamp of desire. She preened before the young, dark olive-skinned Mexican boy as she removed her bra, exposing her lovely tits, firm, thrusting out hugely and proudly, the beguiling pink nipples erect and tingling with desire. Her clothes fell away and she stood, smiling, naked before him, her slim-curved hips flaring, her stomach firm and flat, a puff of curling blonde hair concealing her contracting pink slit.
She came back over to him, climbing over him, straddling his thighs, sinking her pulsing pussy down over the thick, hard length of his cock, the damp lips rubbing over his rigid flesh.
"Oh, God," he moaned. "That feels oh so good. God! I'm burning up. Never felt a - pussy - rub against my cock before. Oh, God, so good!"
"Oh, this feels nice, but it's nothing. Wait till I tuck your marvelous cock in my pussy, darling," she cooed.
She hovered over him, the warm, velvet of her cunt oozing as it slid gently over his rigid cock, teasing both of them.
"Ahhhh, that feels lovely," she sighed.
"It feels ... so delicious ... " he groaned. "You mean it'll feel better than this when it's in you?" It felt so good to him he couldn't imagine anything feeling better.
"Oh, just you wait. It'll be glorious," she whispered, her eyes glittering with lust. "You're such a wonderful man. You're going to be such a marvelous lover, Jose, darling."
"I - I'll try," he stammered. "You'll be terrific," she smiled.
Still straddling him, she rubbed her cunt slowly, maddeningly over his rigid rod. The wet warmth of her parting pussy lips thrilled him as she rubbed them over his erection. Her buttocks began to grind and rotate in a slow circle and he moved beneath her as she circled her hips round and round. Her lips curled back with passion, baring her fine, white teeth and Lisa groaned as her cunt made rubbing, wet contact with his fire-hose of a cock.
"Oh, darling Jose, how I want you," she sighed.
"I want you!"
"Take me!"
She rolled off of him and spread her alluring body before him. He rolled onto his side, his huge, hard cock landing with a soft thud against her creamy thigh.
"Oh, my darling Jose," Lisa sighed. "In a minute you won't be a virgin any more. You're going to fuck me."
"Fuck you - " he repeated dumbly, not believing it was really going to happen.
He gazed down at her luscious, ripe body. He had never seen anything as beautiful.
"God, you're so beautiful," he muttered, staring down at her white, glowing nakedness.
Lisa reached out and circled her arms around him, pulling him down on top of her. His leg fell between the tight clutch of her thighs. She moved her thigh, rubbing it against his huge cock, making the boy sob with passion. He fell on top of her and she pulled him to her, their lips locking in a starving kiss, tongues lashing. She snaked a hand down between their rubbing bodies and grasped his prick tightly, steering it toward her burning slit.
"Take me, darling!" she cried.
"This way?" he asked, positioning himself awkwardly over her.
"Yes, yes! Move down a little. Ahhh, that's right. Now. Jab your hips forward and you'll go right into my cunt, darling. Give me that big wonderful cock of yours. Slip it into me. I want it! I want you sooooo much! Take me!"
"Yeah, I will!" he coughed nervously, very tense.
"Easy. Relax, darling. It's so easy to do. You're going to be wonderful. It's going to feel so delicious going inside of me, screwing all the way deep into my cunt, darling. I want you! Fuck me! Take me!"
"Fuck you - " he repeated. "I will!" he shouted shrilly.
She dragged him down onto herself tightly, feeling the hard head of his cock pressing right at the outer fringes of her pussy lips. She groaned and jammed her hips forward and up. He fell forward over her, holding on to her tight, frightened, as if for dear life. His mouth came to rest, by accident, on her breast and her hard, rubbery nipple stabbed in between his lips.
"I'm ... in you!" he cried out, hardly able to believe it was finally happening.
"Oh, yes!" she sighed with pleasure.
His heavy blunt shaft, uncircumcised and cruel in thickness, moved forward, beginning to sink into her wet, open, dilated pussy.
"Push forward hard with your hips, darling," she panted.
He flexed his buttocks, as she commanded and then suddenly his giant virginal cock was spearing into her tight, moist pussy. He grunted with indescribable joy, thrilled to be in her, thrilled to be a virgin no more.
"I'm fucking, I'm fucking," he cried out, dazed with happiness.
"Yes, yes, you are and soooo good. Oh fuck me long and hard with your hard thick beautiful cock, darling," she moaned.
His long, thick cock plunged slowly in between the full, moist, parted, fleshy lips of her cunt. The shock of the contact made them both gasp.
"Ohhhhh, soooo good," she breathed as she felt his huge, unused cock pushing, sinking into the tight, oozing, elastic circle of her vagina.
"Am I doing - it right," he panted, straining over her.
"Oh, yes, darling. Shove it all the way into me!"
"Aaaaagggg!" he coughed as his cock shoved in, deeper and deeper - splitting wide - open her sucking cunt lips.
"It hurts so nice. Fuck me, oh fuck me! Stick it all the way in me!"
The boy couldn't believe it. I'm fucking! he thought excitedly. I'm fucking Lisa! I'm fucking Lisa! he repeated over and over to himself with thrilling excitement as his cock sank deep into her vagina, clear up to his tingling balls. I'm in her! I'm in Lisa! he exclaimed to himself, hardly believing it. It felt more delicious than he had dreamed it would. He saw the picture of himself on her, his cock buried in her pussy. She lay spread-eagle beneath him, helplessly impaled on his thick cock, her cunt lips hugging his stabbing flesh.
"Fuck me long and lovely, darling. Move your ass. Shove it in and out of me, Jose, my lover! Start slow. Then go faster. You're doing beautifully!"
Lisa's vagina was totally filled. His huge boner was warmly and tightly encased in the soft tunnel of her cunt. The boy lay still on her for a moment, shivering in his excitement. Lisa was charged with thrills too, knowing she was tasting his cock before any other girl tasted it with another pussy. She loved the way he shivered with excitement over her, loved the way his cock throbbed deep inside her.
"It feels so good!" the Mexican boy groaned.
"Now move it! Fuck me!" she cried, wrapping her long legs around his waist.
The boy, reacting to her words and the guidance of her legs pulling around his waist, began to rock slowly between her thighs and his cock began to screw slowly in and out of her clinging cunt. Slowly, slowly, his cock skewered in and out of the oozing lips of her pussy. She began to thrash slowly beneath him, groaning, praising him, shoving her tongue in and out between his lips in the same rhythm that his cock was stuffing in and out of her slit.
"Yes, darling boy, yes, that's the way to fuck me. Ohhh, so good, yes." Her nostrils flared with passion as she hugged him close to her. He was so small and thin and lightweight, it felt almost as if she was being ridden by a flea, but his cock was the cock of a horse. The wet cunt slowly flowered wider open, sucking his cock more deeply in.
She love it. The boy was gaining rhythm. He was sawing in and out of her with growing confidence as she crooned words of encouragement and direction to him. She mewed with pleasure as the sensations grew more delicious as the young olive-skinned boy fucked her, slaving with fury over her, beginning to take her with longer and smoother strokes. He quickly learned that he could slid his cock almost all the way out of the clinging vagina on the upstroke. He learned that she shoved her buttocks up off the cushions as he drove down at her. She was now helplessly impaled on his throbbing, charging cock as the boy gained confidence and began to take confident command of the screwing.
"Yes, baby, yes," she hissed, "that's the way to fuck me. Ohhh! Yes. Harder now, faster, fuck me faster!"
"I love you! I love fucking you!" he nearly screamed with joy.
"I love you fucking me!" she cried back to him.
She was churning beneath him, beating her buttocks wildly on the cushions, screwing her pelvis round and round. She was mewing and moaning and twisting and squealing with abandon as he took total command of their mating and began to ravish her with fury, the fury she suspected that he had in him. He was now wild and violent and she loved it.
His cock was now sliding smoothly and swiftly in and out of her cunt. He thrilled to the new thrills - thrilled as he felt the soft, oozing lips clasped and throbbing with each hard jab of his rod. She moaned, soft and surrendered to him completely. He thrust at her with pulsing fury, deeply and she thrashed her body under his. Her legs gripped him tightly and her heels hammered at his buttocks urging him on to greater speed. He took her with flashing, pile-driving thrusts, smacking his thin body down on hers.
"Oh, God, what a fuck you are! What a lover you are!" she crooned as she churned under him with abandon.
He grunted and slaved away, stroking in and out quicker, grinding hard and deep, his cock boring far up inside of her. Her nipples, hard and extended, jabbed against his thin chest. Her face was a mask of joy. His was covered with pure pleasure.
"I'm - I'm - going to come!" he cried suddenly.
"Do it! Do it! I'll be with you coming coming!" she sobbed.
She shivered as she felt him beginning to come. It was his first time in a woman and the knowledge set her climax off instantly, taking her by blinding surprise.
"I'm coming!" he shouted.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh I'm coming toooooooo!" she moaned.
He felt the new thrill of her cunt clasping tight around his discharging prick and he felt gushes of wet, hot, sticky liquid drenching his driving, spurting cock deep in her. He jacked his hips as his body trembled and fountain after fountain of sperm flooded her vagina as he shuddered and screamed through his first climax in a woman.
Her cunt, like an independent, living thing, worked and sucked on his discharging penis, as if intent on milking it dry. They were both panting as they came, crying out, moaning. His cock, locked deep inside her, shot wet sperm deep into her. She quivered and bucked violently as she climaxed with him. Sticky juice overflowed the lips of her pulsing cunt and ran like rivers, thick and creamy, over their privates, over their thighs.
The boy passed out from joy and thrill. He lay heavily on her, unconscious. She panted and smiled, thrilled that he had had such a blast that it had blacked him out. No man had ever blacked out taking her before. She lay limply beneath him, her legs splayed lewdly apart, his limp prick buried deep in her. She was satisfied. He had been fast, but he had been good. He had slaved over her with inspiration. She flexed her vagina around his limp, long, thick cock inside her. She felt with a sigh the palpitating response deep inside. She had seduced him, but, in the end, he had taken her, conquered her, had fucked her silly, to her great joy.
Slowly, the boy came to. She smiled up into his sweating, dark face.
"Did you like it, baby, my lover?" she crooned.
"Yes! It was the end of the world!" he panted with triumph.
"You're not a virgin any more, my lover. You're a man and what a man! You fucked me nearly to death."
"Was I good?" he asked.
"No. You were great. Terrific." She meant it.
"It was so damn good! Never felt anything like it, Lisa, Thanks."
"Don't thank me. You were better than I'd dreamed you'd be, lover. You're my own lover now," she purred.
"Oh, God, how fucking great!" he laughed happily.
"Yes," she laughed, "the fucking was great."
"Ohhhhh," he moaned as he felt her gently throbbing vagina around his thick, deflated cock.
"We're going to make beautiful love together," she whispered to him.
"Did I faint?"
"Yes, you did. You probably won't next time. I guess the thrill was too much for you. It was very flattering to me, knowing I was good enough to make you feint from pleasure."
"Oh, you were terrific, Lisa. You made a man out of me!"
"I didn't. You were a man. You just didn't know it. See, I told you that you were."
"Yes. Oh, Lisa, thank you, thank you!"
Before she left the dark Mexican boy she had surrendered her cunt to him twice more and each time he got better. She surrendered her juicy ass to him and he imbedded himself between her lush cheeks with joy, abandon and confidence. When she left him, she had changed a trembling, shy, broken boy into a man.
That was something and she had been deliriously fucked, just as she had known that she would be. He was very good and he was going to become so much better with more experience. Lisa planned to give the boy plenty of experience.
CHAPTER SIX
During the ensuing month things went unbelievably well. The pace at which the boys learned amazed all of the instructors and greatly pleased Lisa. The boys applied themselves with desperation, as if trying to cram a lifetime of education into each waking day. Educators from several universities and from governmental agencies stopped by to examine the incredible success of Lisa's experiment. Nowhere had ill-educated boys from poverty shown such striving, such energy, such sheer will to learn.
By now, Lisa had screwed all of the boys more than once. What others didn't realize was that her intimacies with the boys had a tremendous influence on their collective wills to improve themselves. The education that the boys got was very personal. Class-groups were small and individual instruction was intensive. If a boy got absorbed in a subject or a project he was not forced to drop it simply because the time set aside for that class had elapsed. The boy was permitted to pursue his enthusiasm to his heart's content; in this way each boy pursued the subject in which he was most interested, best accomplished; his chance for success was far greater this way.
And, the intimacies that Lisa shared with the boys were of prime importance. She gave herself physically and emotionally to each boy. She proved herself right. The boys flowered, matured, gained confidence in her torrid embraces. Above all else the boys wanted to prove themselves to Lisa. They worshipped her. Lisa's selfish desire for a harem of young studs proved a blessing to both her own insatiable desire and to the ego of the boys. Most of the boys had by now lost a great percentage of their horrible diction. They were slowly beginning to sound like boys from homes and schools where English mattered. Each boy took great pride in his expanding vocabulary, his ability to spell and speak properly. All went well until one night -
Fred walked into the living room where Lisa was reading. It was ten at night. Lisa looked up as her brother entered. She frowned when she saw the hangdog expression on his face. He looked depressed and broken in spirit. She had never seen him in such an agitated state.
"What's the matter, Fred?"
"Where have you been?" he asked, sounding exasperated.
"I was over at the Mitchell's, visiting. I just got back, oh, about ten minutes ago."
"Christ! Of all times for you not to be around!"
"What's the matter? Is there trouble?"
"There sure as the devil is. Your boys have got themselves in a fine pickle. All of them. The whole bunch. All twelve." With disgust, he threw himself down in a chair and cursed.
"What happened?" Lisa asked,
"You and your damn liberal ideas!" Fred said angrily. "Now look where they've got us."
"Where have they got us? What's happened?"
"They all went out to have a big night. That's what Friday nights are for, aren't they?" he added, sarcastically. "They piled into the station wagons and drove over to Carptown - twenty-five miles away. No, they couldn't go to any of the nearby towns! They have to go all the way over to Carptown!"
"What happened there?"
"They got into trouble."
"What kind of trouble, Fred?"
"Christ only knows. I was over there. Saw the police chief and the judge. The boys are locked up. I get one story from the chief and the judge and another story from the boys. Who am I supposed to believe?"
"Will you tell me what happened?"
"I'm not too sure what happened. The chief and judge tell me the boys were in teenage hangout. They claim the boys started a mess of trouble. A fight broke out. The place got smashed up pretty bad. Luckily, the cops got there right away or there's no telling what might have happened."
"What did the boys say?"
"They claim they didn't do anything. They claim a bunch of local kids made fun of them and jumped them. All I know is that all the boys are locked up and I couldn't spring them. We don't swing any weight over there in that county."
Lisa leaped to her feet and started out.
"Where are you going, Lisa?" her twin brother shouted.
"I'm going over to Carptown and get to the bottom of this. I'm going to get my boys out of jail."
"It won't do you any good. I couldn't get anywhere with those local characters. They're mean. They mean to crucify the boys."
"Over my dead body!" she said angrily. She asked him where the boys were being held. She asked him where she could find the jail and the police chief and the judge. She asked him their names. He told her.
"Wait, I'll go with you, Lisa."
"No. That won't be a good idea. If I know you - you probably ranted and raved, right?"
"Well, yes - " he said lamely.
"If you show up with me they'll see red. You stay here. I'll see what I can do."
"They're a pretty mean, unsavory bunch. Especially the judge. He's a mean, cruel bastard," Fred said.
"Okay. You stay here. I'm going. I'll call you. You might not hear from me for some time, so don't panic and for God's sake, whatever you do, don't come down there. Leave it to me. I'll get in touch with you the first chance I get, Fred."
"Be careful, Lisa. I don't like the smell of it. From what I can gather the judge rules the town with an iron fist. He owns most of it. He is Carptown and he's cruel and power-mad. Watch him."
"I will," Lisa said.
With those words, she was gone. She purposely drove the Ford, reasoning that if she drove up in one of the big cars or one of the foreign sport cars, she'd be immediately resented. It cost her a bad case of nerves to keep the car within the speed limits as she drove purposefully to Carptown.
Carptown was a thriving town in the midst of a sprawling farmbelt. The houses and lawns were well-kept. It was a prosperous community. Lisa drove her car into town and quickly found the police station. She parked and walked through the darkness into the light of the station house. She gave her name and after a short wait, was ushered into the police chief's office.
The chief sat behind his desk, looking self-satisfied and important. He was a man in his forties, short and stocky and powerful.
"So you're the famous Lisa Brown," the chief smiled.
"Yes sir," she smiled. "I don't know about the famous part, but I am Lisa Brown," she added cheerfully.
"Oh, you're very well-known around these parts," the chief laughed. "Set yourself down, Miss Brown. Make yourself at home."
"Thank you. You're very kind, Chief Raskin," she smiled, taking a straight-backed wooden chair and crossing her legs demurely.
"Guess you're here about the boys, ehh?"
"Yes. That's right."
"Mighty rowdy bunch of boys. But I guess boys gotta blow off steam. That's the way boys are. I was pretty wild m'self when I was a boy," the chief said, pleased with himself.
"Yes. Sometimes older boys are just as bad," Lisa smiled.
"How's that?" the chief said, narrowing his eyes.
"My brother," Lisa laughed lightly. "I understand he was here making a row."
"He sure was, Miss Brown. That brother of yours has got himself quite a temper, he has."
"I'm sorry that he wasn't polite to you, Chief Raskin," Lisa said, diplomatically. "I chewed him out. He had no right acting loud-mouthed to you. He owes you his respect. Please accept my apology for my brother," Lisa smiled with charm.
"Well, now," the chief grinned, flattered by her respectful words.
"What did the boys do, Chief Raskin?"
"They were over to the Spangler's. That's a teenage hangout. Real nice place. The kids from around here hang out there. Well, those twelve boys showed up there and sparks began to fly. Y'know, we don't have no niggers or spies around here. Guess the local kids didn't like your boys takin' over the place. Sparks began to fly and there was a brawl. A lot of heads got banged up and the place got wrecked a bit. Woulda been a whole lot worse if my boys hadn't got there quick like. Mr. Spangler, Joel, he called me when your boys showed up. He knew who they were right off. We all heard about whatchur doin' up at your place for the boys. Mighty fine gesture it is on your part, too," he added.
"Thank you, Chief Raskin," Lisa smiled.
"I really hated to lock up your boys, but it was all I could do under the circumstances."
"I'm sure you did what was right," Lisa smiled, showing the chief great respect, knowing that it was the only way she could act under the circumstances.
"Ya know, Miss Brown, after meetin' you, I'd sure like at release those boys in your custody."
"Will you?" Lisa asked hopefully.
"Much as I'd like at, I can't. My hands are tied. You'll have at see Judge Crawford. He'll have at give me orders at release the boys. The old judge is madder than a hornet. Joel Spangler, you know, the gent who owns the place where your boys got themselves into trouble, well, Joel Spangler is the judge's nephew. The judge don't hold with no ruckus bein' stirred up by out - a - town boys in his nephew's place of business."
"Would it be possible for me to see Judge Crawford, Chief Raskin?" Lisa asked innocently and sweetly, playing on his male ego.
"I guess it could be arranged," he drawled.
"I know it's late - but it would mean so much to me if you'd be kind enough to use your power to help me," she asked, throwing herself on his good will.
"Well, now," the chief smiled, pleased by Lisa's beauty and respectful behavior. "I just might be able to arrange that, Miss Brown. Let me see what I can do. The judge he don't go at sleep too early. He's probably watchin' the tv right now."
"Will you let me see the boys?"
"Sure. You go right back through that door, there. You tell Hank, he's the one on duty by the door, you tell him I said it's okay. He'll letcha in with the boys. When ya get done talkin' with 'em, you come right back here and see me. I'll fix everything for ya." He was beside himself trying to show off how kindly and powerful he was. Lisa understood. He had reacted just the way she had figured that he would. She had used the correct approach with him.
"Thank you so much, Chief Raskin," Lisa smiled graciously as she got up. "You're a very kind, understanding gentleman."
"Well, now - " he grinned, greatly pleased.
In a moment, Lisa was alone in the cellblock with the boys. They crowded around her and jabbered excitedly. They were all a mess. Their clothes were torn and their faces were scratched, cut and bruised. They all looked as if they had been on the losing end of a brutal brawl.
"Hold on, boys," Lisa said. "I can't understand you when you all talk at the same time." She looked from face to face. The boys crowded around her. To a boy they looked as if all now would be all right with Lisa here. They trusted her. The boys had a look of frustrated rage on their battered faces. They all looked as if they believed that a great injustice had been done to them. Lisa turned to Amos Black, the huge Negro. He was the leader. "Amos, what happened?" Lisa asked. Instantly, the boys all began to explain at once. Amos raised his hand and the boys got quiet.
"Lisa asked me to explain. Now you guys settle down. I'll do the talking," the huge colored boy said with quiet authority. He turned to Lisa. "Lisa, we got a bum rap here," he said with conviction.
"Tell me everything that happened, Amos. Start from the beginning."
"Well, Lisa," Amos started. "We decided to explore the countryside. We heard that Carptown was a pretty nice place. So, we drove down. We roamed around and then we found Spangler's. It looked like a swinging place, so we went in."
"Fine. Give me all the details, Amos."
"Okay, Lisa. There must've been fifteen girls in there and about twenty-five or thirty boys. They were laughing and eating ice cream and stuff and dancing. Having a real good time. Man, when we walked in there it was like the Commies were invading. That's the way they acted. They froze when they saw us. At first Mr. Spangler tried to serve us, but, man, then it got mighty rough."
"How did Mr. Spangler act, Amos?" Lisa asked.
"Well, you could see he didn't like the idea of us coming in. He was kind of scared. When he finally came over to us - "
"What do you mean, 'when he finally came over'?"
"For a long time he ignored us. I guess he hoped we'd just disappear. Finally, when he saw we meant to stay, he came over. Well, when the kids - the guys - saw that Mr. Spangler was going to serve us, things got ugly. They were just waiting. The place got quiet. They waited to see what would happen. When they saw Mr. Spangler was going to serve us - "
"Yes?"
"The guys got pretty rough on us, Lisa. They started calling us names."
"What kind of names?"
"Nigger and spic. Nice things like that."
"What did you do?"
"We ignored them. We didn't want any trouble. We didn't want a fight. We remembered what you told us about violence. We didn't want to make trouble for you. We didn't want to make you ashamed of us," he said in a low voice. "And now - "
"Go on, Amos," Lisa said.
"The guys, there were twice as many of them as there were of us, well, the guys crowded us - crowded around where we were sitting. They began to curse us and call us names. They spat on our tables. They pushed us. It was rough-"
"What did you boys do?"
"Nothing. We just took it - quiet like - even though we wanted to rip them up."
"You didn't curse back at them?"
"No. We just sat there quiet, all of us and took it and then they jumped us. They had us outnumbered two to one. They jumped us and began to beat the tar out of us."
"Did you fight back?" Lisa asked.
"We tried not to, Lisa. But, God, they were intent on killing us. I gave the boys a shout and then we fought back."
"What happened?"
"They had us outnumbered two to one, like I said. But as big and strong as those guys were, they were cream puffs. We took them all out."
"You what?" Lisa asked.
"We took them all out. When the cops came in there were about twenty-five local boys sprawled out on the floor, knocked out cold. We were all on our feet. The cops took one look. They called us hoodlums and niggers and spies. They took out their guns and clubs and began to beat on us."
"What did you do about that?"
"Not a blessed thing. No use fighting the law. When they satisfied themselves, they didn't ask any questions. They just dragged us over here and here we are."
"What about the local boys?"
"Ha. That's a laugh. They're all pure-white goodie-goodie local boys. They didn't cause any trouble as far as anyone around here is concerned. They accuse us of starting a riot. They started it. We defended ourselves. That's local law for you," he said sarcastically.
"I believe you," Lisa said simply. "I'm proud of all of you," she smiled. The boys smiled back at her, all of them feeling better with Lisa in charge. "You'll just have to cool your heels here until I can do something. I have to go see the judge."
"That guy's a fink," Jose said with heat.
"He sure is," Amos agreed. "You're not going to get anywhere with him. He's mean. He's really got it in for us."
"I'm going to go see him right now. I'll get you all out. You just stay here and behave. Be passive."
"We dig," Amos said.
"Good. Now this might take some time. From what I've heard of the judge, this is going to take some doing on my part. Fred couldn't budge him."
"If you can, Lisa, you're a miracle worker," Juan said.
"I'm going to try for you. You've been treated unfairly and I'm going to square things for you."
"How, Lisa, how?" Joe Sanchez asked.
"That's my problem. But I won't fail you men. I believe you and respect you too much. I'll try my best and I'll get you out, I promise. Now just stay here and be passive. Okay?"
The boys nodded their agreement. They were now relaxed and confident that Lisa would save them. They had absolute trust in her. She left them and went back out to Chief Raskin.
The chief looked up as Lisa entered. He smiled, his eyes surveying her loveliness with appreciation.
"Ah, Miss Brown. Had a good chat with your boys?"
"Yes, thank you very much for letting me see them."
"Ah, not at all. Well, I talked to Judge Crawford over the phone," he said, pausing, enjoying his power.
"It's so nice of you to go to all of this trouble for me, Chief Raskin," she said sweetly.
"It's really nothin'. Well, the judge is still up. He was watchin' an old movie on the tv, just like I said. He said for you to come right over."
"Oh, that's so thoughtful of him to see me at this hour."
"He ain't such a bad guy. Now you hurry over there - but don't ya go breakin' none of our speed limits, hear?" he laughed. He gave Lisa the directions to the judge's house. "He lives in that big old house all by his lonesome. His missus passed on five years ago, rest her soul in peace." The chief got up and walked around his desk toward Lisa. "Now you just hurry over to the judge's and don't you worry none about the boys. I'll see they're treated fair and square."
Lisa thanked the chief graciously. She had made a good, strong impression on him by acting sweet, feminine and showing him great respect. She hoped that she would have as much success with the judge.
It was only a five-minute drive to the judge's house. He lived on a well-landscaped, wooded acre of land. The house was a rambling Victorian house, at least one hundred years old. Lisa pulled her car up to the house and got out. She walked slowly up the path toward the wide porch that graced the front of the house. Somewhere in the dark a lonely dog began barking. Another dog, far off in the distance, returned the barking. As she rang the doorbell she could hear the two dogs barking at each other over the long distant stillness of the country night.
The door opened. Judge Crawford stood in the doorway squinting his eyes at Lisa. There was no welcome in his eyes as he let her enter. He was a short man in his sixties. He was half-a-head shorter than Lisa. He was bald except for a fringe of thick, long, white hair that circled the pink crown of his head. His face was pink and puffy and the line of his lips was thin and suggested cruelty. His body had long since gone to seed and his trousers were slung low beneath his protruding potbelly. Judge Crawford was the kind of man who could make people nervous with a dart of his watery eyes.
He watched Lisa closely as she entered his study. His eyes took her in and there was a suggestion of the lecher about him - in the way his eyes seemed to strip away her clothes, his tongue licking over his thin, cruel, unsmiling lips. He gestured to a chair and Lisa sat down. He sat down across from her, not saying a word, waiting, watching, measuring her thoughtfully. Lisa knew that he would force her to do the talking. She gripped herself and smiled warmly at him. He did not respond to her smile as Chief Raskin had. He simply continued to stare at her with his watery eyes, waiting.
"It's very kind of you to see me at this late hour, Judge Crawford," she smiled.
"Yes, it is," he said coldly. "Say your piece."
Lisa was momentarily knocked off-balance by his curtness.
"As you know I'm here about the boys. I'm sorry there was trouble. Chief Raskin told me that you have the power to release them."
"I do."
"Well, what do I have to do to gain their release?"
"For one thing, don't act like your damn fool brother acted."
"I'm sorry about the way he behaved. It was inexcusable. It was unfortunate that I was out when this happened. If I hadn't been out visiting friends, my brother would never have come down here." She paused. He said nothing. "How can I gain their release from jail, Judge Crawford?" Lisa did not know how to approach this forbidding, cold old man. He farther confused Lisa by not answering her question, by bringing up things from the past.
"I knew your father, Miss Brown. He was a bastard. A smart one. He's the only man who ever outsmarted me in a deal. From what I've heard, you got his brains, not your brother. Why'd you let those niggers and spies come down here to my town and wreck my nephew's place?"
"I had no idea they were going to drive down here, Judge Crawford."
"Is that right? Just let them jailbird hoodlums have the run of the countryside, eh?"
"They're not prisoners, they're - "
"Don't tell me what they are. Kids in this town never got into any trouble till your herd of niggers and spies came roaring in."
"I wish you wouldn't call the boys names that bigots use."
"I call them what I want. I'm a bigot."
"You seem proud of that."
"Not proud. Not unproud, either."
"What do I have to do, to say, to have them released?"
"I've seen you before."
"I beg your pardon?" Lisa said.
"Saw you with your father when you were little and then saw you again at a charity ball 'bout a year ago. You were being fussed over by a bunch of very important people."
"Did I meet you?"
"No. You were with a very important crowd, never noticed an old judge from a little town."
It was obvious to Lisa that the judge hated her and everything that she stood for. He hated her because her father had bested him in a business deal. He hated her because she was young and beautiful and rich and powerful. He hated her because he thought that she was better than he.
"I assure you, Judge Crawford, there was no intention of slighting you in any way. I - "
"You swing a lot of power, Miss Brown. But, girl, you mean nothing to me. I'm the power around here. Understand?"
"Yes."
"And don't try to bribe me. I'll toss you in jail."
"I resent that."
"Damn shame, girl," he said, dropping the 'Miss Brown', calling her 'girl' in an effort to demean her, just as Negro men are demeaned when they are called, 'boy.'
"This is getting us nowhere, Judge Crawford. I didn't come here to trade angry words with you. I came here to ask you how I can affect the release of the boys."
"You can't do anything about it. You were stupid to come here."
"Why?"
"If you had any brains, you'd have arrived with a good lawyer. But, no. You thought you could soft-soap us hicks."
"I believed nothing of the kind. I didn't even think of a lawyer. My only thoughts were emotional - get the boys out of jail."
"You're stupid," he snapped. He scowled at her.
"Let's see if we can't reach an agreement, Judge Crawford," Lisa said keeping her voice under complete control.
"We can reach an agreement very easily." His cruel, thin lips broke into a wry smile.
"I was hoping that we could. You're in the position of power. What must I do to have the boys released?" She paused. "If it's a matter of money - "
"Yes. You have plenty of that."
"Name the amount. It'll be between you and me. Cash."
"I'm an old man. I have enough money, more than you can guess. Money doesn't interest me."
"Well, then - ?"
"You interest me."
"I? I don't understand."
"Miss Brown. I've been living without a wife. Do you understand?"
"You mean you want me to - ?"
"Listen, girl, I'm an old ruin of a man, but dangling between my legs is the pecker of a young man. No brag, just stating a fact, girl."
Lisa looked at him, stunned by his words. He was so old, so short, so fat, so physically disgusting to her.
"You can't mean - ?" she started.
"I can and do mean," he laughed sharply. "Listen. You want those boys set free with no record of their misfortune, don't you?"
"Yes," she breathed softly.
"I can fix everything. The papers won't print a word. Here's the deal girl and it's a take-it-or-leave-it deal. You're going to strip. You're going to give yourself to me. As part of the deal I use you as I see fit, for my own pleasure. I let you go when I'm finished having my pleasure with you. I might add that it might be a few hours until I'm through. I got a lot of power in my old pecker, girl. I've been aching to get a hold of you. Well?"
"I - don't see - that I have any choice," Lisa said hoarsely. She could not stand him. He made her skin crawl. But she didn't have a choice, not if she wanted her boys freed. The boys and her school's reputation meant more to her than her own self now. She had to get them free. "No. I have no choice. You're not tricking me, are you?"
"No, girl. I may be a first-class bastard, but I'm a man of my word. You cooperate with me and when I'm through with you I'll release you and free the boys, too."
"Tonight?"
"Tonight. You have my word. Now, do we have a deal, girl?"
"Yes - We have - a deal - " she said, feeling shame, lowering her eyes.
"All right, girl, strip. Nice and slow, now. I want to enjoy this," he said, a sly, sensuous grin on his lips.
"Yes. Anything you said," she whispered, defeated, hating what she was about to do. Her skin crawled as she began to unfasten her dress, slowly dragging down the zipper in the back.
He stood there, calmly, watching as she stripped. His lewd watery eyes watched as she stripped and then she was standing before him, naked. His watery eyes moved like claws over her round, full, ripe breasts over her narrow waist, flat stomach, down to the curly, blonde puff of hair at her triangle. His eyes gleamed as his greedy eyes feasted on her nudity. She cringed inwardly, but stood her ground, feeling dirty under his raping eyes.
"It's going to be a pleasure fucking you, girl," he snarled.
She did not want this to happen. But it was about to happen. She could not stop it. She wished now that she hadn't agreed, but it was too late ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lisa felt totally vulnerable as she stood, nude, before the lecherous old man. She felt exposed as she had never felt exposed in the past. She didn't know what depraved plans he had for her. She felt his eyes going over her sleek hips, her tiny waist, her firm, ripe, up-thrusting tits, crowned by long, extended pink nipples. His eyes moved over her, up and down, slowly, as he savored her beauty. Again and again his lewd gaze returned to the golden triangle at the juncture of her thighs.
For a moment a wild thought leapt into Lisa's troubled mind. He was such a soft, weak-looking old man. She was young and strong. She had been well-trained. She knew she could take him out, overcome him physically, with ease. Perhaps if she did - if she did, she could beat him up so badly that he would be forced in pain to free the boys. Yes, she thought to herself, I'll beat him to a pulp!
The instant that the thought entered her mind, the old man moved to her and with parted lips he traced a line of wet kisses over her swaying globes. She felt his wet lips and tongue, felt her nipples spring to life thrillingly, unwilled, between his caressing lips. He sucked on her long pink nipple, teasing it with his lips and tongue.
In that instant, Lisa was defeated. The shocking, surprising thrill of his lips and tongue on her right breast, nibbling at the pink crest, sent a tremor through her. Her nipple sprang to life, hard and erect, as his tongue tattooed it. His lips squeezed with sucking tightness on her nipple and she gasped for air. The attack of his mouth on her nipple ripped all thought of physically subduing him instantly from her fevered mind. Suddenly she was a woman with a man hungering deliriously at her breast. A woman in such a predicament doesn't think of beating a man up.
Suddenly, he released her tingling nipple from his lips, licking his tongue over his thin lips, his watery eyes gloating as they crawled over her lush curves. Her lips curled in disgust as she returned his look. In spite of the sudden, surprising thrill that his lips had brought to her nipple, she felt dirty. She despised him and her face reflected her dislike of him. He saw her look and understood it instantly.
"So, I disgust you, do I?" he snarled.
She didn't have a chance to answer as she stood there, her naked body trembling with revulsion and rage. He suddenly grabbed her forearm with his surprisingly strong fingers, squeezing cruelly, making her whimper with pain. He harshly, sharply, struck her hard across the cheek, jarring her, making her momentarily see stars. She was stunned. She hadn't expected this.
"I'll teach you, girl-bitch, to turn your haughty nose up to me," he spat.
He raised his hand again to strike her. She turned her face and he laughed and gripped her by her hair, knotting it in his fingers. He gave a harsh yank, jerking her, making her cry out in pain. She knew how to break his hold. Years of training had taught her. But she felt weak - strangely weak and useless in her nakedness as she cringed before the small, fat, bald-headed old man. She struggled with herself, trying to find her suddenly lost strength and resourcefulness. But, before she could react he moved. He yanked her hair, dragging her head back cruelly and holding her by the hair at arm's length he struck at the side of her face again. Then he brought a backhand hard against her other cheek, snapping Lisa's head from side to side. He slapped her again and again, forehand and backhand, snapping her head from side as she whimpered, feeling beaten and helpless. She was so much younger, bigger and stronger than he and yet, she was like a rag doll as he slapped her. Perhaps it was her nakedness that stripped away her will to fight back -
Strangely, being beaten by him seemed to perversely thrill her. She could not understand it. It seemed impossible. But the weird thrill that was shivering through her now had to be caused by the weak old man's attack. It caused a responsive contraction of her vagina. It was so weird and perverse.
And then he stopped hitting her cheeks with his stinging hand. He stretched her head far back, bending her in an arch - an arch that bent her toward him, thrusting her ripe tits outward. His hand moved and then he slapped it hard against her right breast. It jiggled, stinging, making her whimper and then she felt the hard fury of his hand again as it landed, backhand, on her breast, making it bounce and jiggle and quiver again. He began beating her tender, aching tits with fury, using a double tattoo on her breasts as he slapped them both at the same time, going from one to the other with speed.
Lisa was now beyond fighting back. She felt helpless, could not struggle for her freedom even though she could still wipe him out easily. Weirdly, she found herself arching her body more deeply, to present more of herself to his demented, sadistic will. He thrashed her breasts mightily, with anger, hatred. He slapped them until they went pink, then turned red. Her nipples felt crushed from the blows.
Then, as quickly as the mad thrashing of her breasts had started, it stopped. She sobbed. He cruelly yanked her naked body to him and captured her lips with his. His tongue took hers with a vengeance that seemed intent on killing. She didn't resist She abandoned herself to him. Weirdly, his slapping hands had stirred a sleeping flame inside of her, a flame for perversion that she didn't know existed. She didn't think or reason, she merely allowed herself to be used and abused by the old man. He laughed at her as he took his lips from hers. She bowed her head.
Then he put his hands on her shoulders and dug his thumbs cruelly into the hollow of her collar bone, forcing her to her knees. She bowed before him on her knees, feeling broken, her eyes closed tightly. Then the painful hold was gone. She stayed as she was on her knees, her eyes closed tightly. She heard something rustling. She lifted her head up and looked at him. She blinked her eyes, trying to rid them of the tears of humiliation and pain that clouded them.
She stared. She was ready for anything, anxious almost, wanting it to be over. There before her misted, clouded eyes he stood, naked. Her eyes stared. His naked rod was but inches from her face. She stared at it with surprised, horrified fascination. It was huge - as big as any of her boys'. She blinked, not believing her eyes. Were her eyes lying to her? Was this physical ruin of an old man a stud? He was!
Her tongue slipped out to nervously moisten her suddenly dry lips. She could not believe the size, thrust and dimension of it. It was huge, swollen, the balls swaying beneath it. Grey hair curled at its base.
"Surprised, girl? Didn't think such an old man could be such a stud, did you?" he laughed mirthlessly, enjoying the way in which he was humbling her, enjoying the stare of her wide, surprised eyes as they surveyed the gigantic sweep of his huge, hard cock.
She could not answer. Her throat was parched suddenly.
The old man bent down, bringing his huge cock even with Lisa's luscious, slap-reddened breasts. Then, with a cruel laugh, he began to wildly swat her hard, back and forth, guiding his hard cock with his hand as he whipped it fiercely, from one tit to the other, back and forth, across again, faster and faster, harder and harder. The hardness of his gigantic prick landed crushing blows on her bruised, stinging, sensitive breasts. Her nipples seemed to bend and then pop up again for the next blow, only to be crushed again. He seemed intent on battering away the full firmness of her breasts with his hard, hammering cock. But no matter how hard he smashed away, he could not subdue the firmness of her seemingly defiant, thrusting, hard-pointed tits.
Lisa was whimpering and sobbing and breathing hard. Breath seemed to be restricted as he beat her breasts cruelly with his cock. Judge Crawford thrashed furiously with his cock against her tits, swatting madly with strength, his weak, watery eyes gleaming with cruelty and lust and perversion and then he began to groan as he continued to swat her breasts with his enormous cock, as if he were experiencing wild thrills. He released her hair from the grip of his yanking hand.
When he released her hair, Lisa fell forward before him with a deep sob. He took a step away, his naked, flabby chest rising and falling rapidly from the excitement.
"I'm not through with you, girl," he panted.
She stared up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. She felt humbled, beaten, shamed, useless before him. He moved to her, bent, gripped her and pulled her to her feet. They were both naked. She was ravishing and young. He was old and ugly. He let her go, momentarily, an evil smile on his thin lips.
"You have a ripe, beautiful body, girl," he said. "You're nice and creamy, except for some red on your cheeks and your tits," he laughed.
"Oh, Judge, please - " she whimpered.
"Quiet, girl. You're paying the price of the boys' freedom," he snarled.
As he snarled at Lisa he went to his heap of clothes and whipped the leather belt from the loops in the trousers. He curled a part of it around his puffy hand and turned and stared, a thin grin on his old, flabby face. He walked toward her.
Lisa watched the old judge approach. She stared with fear at the harsh leather belt. She knew what he intended. She tried to get up, but his eyes, staring into hers, seemed to lock her in her bowed position on the floor. She saw the sagging rolls of flab on the old man's naked body as he walked toward her menacingly. She just couldn't comprehend how a man with such a ruin of a small body could have a cock of such dramatic size and hardness. It seemed as if a young man's cock had been grafted onto the old man's sorry body. As he neared her Lisa felt an anxious quiver shot through her thighs. It was as if she were yearning, bizarrely, for him to inflict his cruel, sadistic torture on her.
"There's a bit of the pervert - the sadist - in all of us, girl," he said in a low voice.
"Oh, please ... noooo ... don't ... "
He roughly grabbed Lisa by the hair, yanking her cruelly forward into a position that put her on all-fours, her buttocks, shimmering, upturned, her ripe breasts, red and dangling. She took a deep breath and her heavy breasts heaved. She sobbed.
"I'm going to thrash you, girl. Where would you like to feel the sting of this leather belt the most?"
"Noooo - Don't - " she pleaded, quivering helplessly, her superior strength negated by his behavior.
"Where'd you like me to thrash you the most, girl?" he sneered. "Answer me."
"Anywhere," she whimpered. "Please - get it over with - "
He grinned. The harsh leather belt dangled from his small, puffy hand. He paused, seeming to enjoy prolonging her fear of the belt. He grinned maliciously. Then the belt sang, whizzing through the air.
It landed with a smack over her firm, heart-shaped buttocks.
"Agggg!" she screamed in pain.
He laughed gleefully and whipped the belt over her. It crashed and curled over her left buttock cheek, leaving a red welt. Another sharp slash and the belt bruised over her other cheek. Again and again the belt flailed over her upturned, shivering buttocks, streaking them with red marks.
The pain was dreadful for Lisa. She sobbed and quivered helplessly and as he flailed her a strange thing began to happen to Lisa. The silent flame long hidden in her flickered to perverted life. Her thighs began to quiver rapidly and her stomach muscles began to contract. Each lash of the leather belt seemed to stoke the strange flame, making perverted, sadistic passion lick over her.
She panted raggedly beneath him as he whipped her buttocks furiously. She didn't know for how much longer she could endure the abuse he was fearfully dealing out.
She sobbed, tears rolling down her lovely, flushed cheeks. He paused, surveyed the marks he had whipped over her firm, lovely buttocks and smiled. Then he laughed, pulled his arm back and thrashed it down again, striking her on her inner left thigh.
Lisa groaned and whimpered, automatically spreading her thighs farther apart in pain as she swayed beneath him on all-fours. He struck her again and again and again. Smack. Crack. Whip. Crash. Each biting cut of the leather belt was brutal; the belt struck dangerously close to her slick, gaping pussy lips as they expanded and contracted in perverted passion from the whipping. He hit her again and again.
She moaned and her voice had an eerie sound. It sounded almost as if her eerie cry was begging, animal fashion, for the belt to strike her even more fiercely. Down the belt slammed, hard and she cried piercingly.
"Aggghhhgggg," she cried, mournfully. It sounded like the sound a woman makes when a man pierces her cunt with his huge rod. It had a sexual ring. The belt stung her as he stood over her, flailing her. Harder and harder and strangely, it began to seem like a sensual contact, the belt against her flesh, beginning to thrill her with its biting pain.
Madly the belt came down, leaving marks on her buttocks and thighs. She groaned and gasped with each lashing sting of the belt. Her body began to writhe in what seemed to be sexual agony. It was a new kind of sexual agony that was gripping her now. Lisa seemed, in her agony of pain, thrilling pain, to be discovering something of perversion, a discovery that the whipping could whip up a shattering rapture of feeling in her body.
And then, suddenly, the old man tossed aside the belt. She remained, quivering, on all-fours, her buttocks welted and flaming with thrilling pain, her breasts red from the cruel slaps of his hands. He rushed at her and bent, crushing his body down over hers. The impact of his soft body against her stinging flesh made her cry out He jammed his body hard against her and ground his knees into the backs of her thighs, opening them, lifting her up, thrusting his rampant cock up between her thighs. The blaze of pain gripped Lisa intensely as he lifted her high off the floor with the ram of his body.
Lisa toppled over, landing on her back, the rough carpet scraping against her flaming buttocks, making her sob. He thrust himself on her, pumping his cock like a battering ram at her thighs. Desperately, as if she had a need to grasp something human, she reached and clutched his neck. She felt suspended. It seemed to her that the small, sorry-looking old man possessed titanic strength. She felt weak and drained of any will to resist. She felt him pressing down on her, felt the rubbery folds of his soft body pressing down on her firm curves, driving her pained buttocks down into the harsh carpet.
She dug her long, painted fingernails into his neck as she felt thrilling sensation pulse through her. She felt conquered for the first time in her wild, sexually-oriented life. She held fast to him, whimpering, biting her teeth with passion into his soft shoulder, raking her nails over his back, her legs flailing wide apart, leaving her soft slit exposed and vulnerable before the hard, probing head of his monstrous cock.
"Agggghhh, ohhhh, God," she whimpered as he thrust down over her.
"I'm going to fuck you, girl, fuck that hot, pretty cunt of yours till it aches as much as your tits and ass ache," he said.
"Ohhhh, God ... " she moaned helplessly.
"You loved being whipped, didn't you?"
"Uggggg," she groaned, unable to speak.
"Say you loved it," he commanded.
"Yes, yessssss ... I loved it ... " she moaned.
"You want me to fuck you. Say you do."
"Ohhhh ... I can't ... can't stand this ... "
"Say you want me to fuck you!"
"Oh, God! Yes - I - want you to - fuck me!" she screamed, as if out of her mind.
"Beg me."
"Please, please fuck me ... " she wailed helplessly.
He laughed with satisfaction as he rubbed his swollen cock to and fro against her satiny, parted thighs, bumping the purpled, hard head of his prick gently against the pouting pink and moist lips of her cunt. He pressed down on her, driving her flaming buttocks deeper against the harsh carpet, causing her great pain.
She felt imprisoned beneath him. Secret desires that had lay quiet and hidden for years within Lisa now turned her into a weak, willing partner to his demented lust. She was as if in complete collapse beneath him as he pressed his flabby body down on her.
"Wrap your legs up around my waist when I shove my cock into your sweet little pussy, girl," he snarled.
"Yes ... anything you say ... " she said weakly, panting.
She felt his massive cock rubbing against her moist trench and knew that any moment their bodies would be united. She felt a mixture of fear, revulsion, pain and thrilling desire taking hold of her, whipping her perverted and subdued passion higher and higher.
"Push your hips up!" he commanded. She did.
His big weapon made brushing contact with her dripping pussy, making Lisa groan. She hated him, despised him and yet thirsted to have him violate her just as cruelly as he had whipped her. She could not understand it. Her hips moved up toward his hard cock as it moved down to invade her.
The tip of his hard prick was pressing against the cleft of her moist slit as his puffy pink face hovered over her face, grinning sadistically. His hands moved onto her breasts, caressing them roughly, kneading the nipples until they began to tingle and spring to life. He squeezed the nipples, hurting them, adding more pain to the pain she had already suffered. She thrashed her lovely body beneath him, helplessly, moaning, burning with sensations she had never felt before. She gasped and gulped for air as his mouth, hot and wet, closed over her right nipple and then tried to swallow her huge, full, firm, ripe tit entirely.
She gasped at the sensation of his mouth on her tit and then she felt his gigantic shaft begin to push inward, inward, the hard head spreading roughly apart the pink, fleshy folds of her cunt as it bore in, in, into her tender trench.
"Ohhhh, God, you're going in ... " she wailed.
"Yes. Right into your rich young cunt," he laughed.
Then his lips were sucking and his tongue was licking over her sensitive tits and at the same moment, she felt the big head of his rod pressing in, in, in between the snug lips of her defenseless pussy, stretching the pink, moist lips apart savagely. It hurt her and she cried out in pain, but he ignored her. Her body began to move involuntarily as she felt the hungry suction of his lips on her tits, the grinding pressure of her buttocks against the carpet, the pain of the invasion of his gross cock. His shaft grew slippery as it pushed in, sinking in between her stretching pussy lips. He was violating her violently, as if intent on sinking his fleshy tool all the way into her, to the hilt.
Tingling tremors began to coarse through her as she bucked her hips up, as he commanded, driving her pained pussy up at the down-plunging hardness of his shaft. She tried in a last, futile effort, to fight back against her emotions and her body, which were going now to totally betray her. The fight was useless.
His cock drove into her cringing pussy. The young, pink, moist, fleshy lips of her cunt spread apart. She squeezed her eyes tightly as her body betrayed her. She didn't want him to humble and use her this way. She mustn't. But she was beaten by him as she felt his cock snaking forward, burrowing up into her aching, straining pussy. The shock of the violation thrilled her and her pelvis jerked upward, involuntarily, as he began to bury his huge cock in her cunt.
She opened before him. He began to stuff and gorge his cock into her wet trench. Now, as she felt it thrusting painfully into her, no protest was possible, no principles meant anything, nothing meant anything but the cock that burrowed slowly and violently up between the steaming wet lips of her furrow, stretching the lips wide, in a wet, sucking circle that clung to the invading rod. As he drove into her he sucked and bit her tits, licking. She cried and mewed beneath him as she began to grind her cunt frantically, the monstrous cock battering its way up into her hot, gaping pussy.
The purple, bulging head of his prick pulsed into her moist opening. The lips of her throbbing cunt stretched, giving way, parting, making a wider and wider wet circle, as his cock pushed its way violently in.
"Ahhhhggggghhhhh," she cried.
"You ... have a nice ... tight, juicy cunt," he panted.
He sunk his fleshy instrument in another inch as she struggled beneath him, kicking her legs out wide, then wrapping them tightly around his flabby, pumping waist again. Slowly, slowly, she was becoming impaled on his cock. Suddenly her cunt lips slid wide apart, stretched as wide as possible and then ... the old judge grinned lewdly and drove his monstrous cock all the way in, to the very hilt.
"Ohhhhhhh ... " she gasped as she felt it drive in deeply.
"What a sweet pussy you have, girl," he laughed, lying flat on top of Lisa, crushing her under his full weight, his cock deep in her tight passageway, clutched by her pink, moist, soft flesh. Lisa convulsively jerked beneath him as his huge rod seemed to swell to even greater proportions inside of her, filling her, stuffing her vagina, choking it.
He's in me, she thought hysterically to herself. He's all the way in me. I'm being fucked by a dirty, ugly, repulsive old man. Oh, God, what a cock he has! He's grinding it in me, oh! making my poor stinging behind hurt even more by ramming it hard against the carpet and my breasts - oh, how they hurt. I don't want to show him that I like it - but, God, I love it! Oh, that rotten old bastard's made a fool of me. He's using me and I love it!
His stomach thudded flabbily against her flat stomach and his sperm-filled balls slapped against the crevice of her behind. His huge, hard cock lay imbedded inside of her stretched cunt, up to the hilt. He stared down at her face and saw a mixture of pain and pleasure there. He flexed his hips and with exact muscle control, arched and throbbed his cock inside her, making her groan. He began to grind over her pussy.
His hand went under her and she felt the shivering probe of his fingertip jabbing into her tiny puckered anus. She cried out. She was now impaled on his cock and his finger. He dug his finger deep into the ring of her asshole as his cock flashed into her cunt. Her buttock's tunnel throbbed as his finger sunk in and began to jab in and out in rhythm with his spearing cock as it plunged in and out of Lisa's stretched, clinging, dripping pussy. His finger impaling her ass now withdrew and fucked in with perfect precision, matching his pistoning cock. It was a duo fucking she was getting from the old man and she gasped with pleasure and pain as he picked up the tempo.
Relentlessly he jabbed, pumped, pounded, plunging, withdrawing, fucking Lisa with the stamina and fury of a young man gone wild. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. As he fucked Lisa he lifted her breasts, weighing it, bringing his thumb and forefinger to her hard, cracking nipple. He pinched it cruelly, making her cry. Her tight cunt churned in response to his long, vicious thrusts. She wiggled and bounced furiously as he increased his speed, his cock tearing in and out of her faster and faster, deeper and deeper.
"Eiiiiieeee!" she yelled.
He pinched her nipples and lolled them between his lips, sucking on the round, stabbing hardness of them, biting them, licking them, sucking them out from their rosy base and then letting them slip out of his lips to snap back again.
She thrust her hot thighs fiercely against his driving loins, now giving herself to him shamelessly. Her ass burned with pain as she rotated it, bunted it, ground it harshly against the rough carpet.
He laughed cruelly as he pounded her.
"You're enjoying this fuck, aren't you, girl?"
"Yes, ohhhhh, yes," she stammered, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She whimpered and screamed and cried and twisted her head from side to side as he took her lustily. He began to use her with rude power, skewering his cock in and out and around in her grinding pussy. He was now ravaging her with anger, as if intent on revenging himself to her. He took Lisa with anger and hate, with no gentleness or consideration. He ripped away at her violently. Lisa ached all over as he used her. She could not deny the response her body made to his mighty cock. She thrashed and arched, held herself up from the carpet, her buttocks suspended, his finger screwing in and out of her asshole. She bobbed up and down, ground, as he tortured her body. His cock rushed rapidly in to her dripping cunt.
"Oh, God!" she screamed.
He laughed cruelly, thrusting his raping cock into her aching, wet cunt like a bull. She screamed and he slapped her, spinning her head to the side. He jammed into her again. She whimpered and cried and twisted her head from side to side. As she tossed her head it was as if she were attempting to toss aside a bad dream. But it was not a dream.
The judge tore his flashing, slippery cock faster and faster into Lisa. He thrust, grunting. He spun his cock round in her cunt. He bloated his prick fabulously in her. He lurched and lusted and she was helplessly impaled on his massive strength, the massive cock that was taking her young cunt, inflaming it. He ravaged her with anger and revenge and hate.
"You're killing meeeeee!" Lisa screamed,
"And you love it!" he grunted.
"Ohhhh!"
Oh, God, she thought feverishly, he's killing me, ripping me apart with that fabulous old cock! It's ripping my pussy apart. It's spearing into my guts!
The pain in her cunt was delicious and his mouth and tongue worked avidly over her heaving tits. Her body, young and vibrant, was whipping feverishly beneath his bucking old body. Her hips thrush up and she sank her heels into his driving buttocks, pushing his flashing, dripping cock deeper into her fleshy, sucking tunnel. His hairy sack of balls slapped against her buttocks.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me you rotten old bastard, fuck me!" she cried and even as the words tumbled unwillingly from her lips they sounded strange and far away to Lisa, as if some other girl were crying them out. Her words shocked her, but her feelings were so intense that she could not control herself. "Fuck me! Screw me!"
"You're a great fuck," he grunted, pumping over her.
"I'm coming! Ohhhh! Shoot it in me! Blast your load in me you rotten bastard, you dirty old man, you fucking lover, you!" she yelled, out of control.
She screamed as she hit her peak, coming, coming, huge tremors hitting her. At the same moment she felt him pumping, blasting his squirting load of hot sperm into her climaxing cunt. They came together, gasping for air, crying out, grunting, cursing, urging each other on and then, it was over.
Lisa was panting, sucking desperately for air. The old man's puffy face was flushed and he was breathing laboriously.
"Now you've got a load of my come juice in your belly, girl," he laughed. "You were such a great lady. Hell, you're a whore, just like all women are." His cock was limp in her cunt. The walls of her vagina and the lips of her dripping cunt contracted with dimming passion on his limp tool. "You had a big climax, didn't you?"
"Yes ... " she panted, ashamed to admit it.
"No young stud can out fuck me! Right?"
"Right," she whispered. She ached all over and her cunt still tingled from the violent way in which he had fucked her thrillingly. She hadn't wanted to respond, but she could not help herself. He was an expert, a great lover. She hated him and respected him at the same time. He had fucked her and had made her love it hugely.
He slipped his cock out of her and rolled away. He lay next to her fondling her body absently. She gave her body up to his hands, his will. She was his and she knew it, could not deny it. He had beaten her, broken her. She was his. As she lay there, she forgot completely about the boys. All she thought about was his huge, wet, slippery prick, lying there limp on his thigh.
"Girl, you're going to suck power into my prick for me. Understand?" he said, a lewd smile on his thin lips.
"Yes. I understand," she whispered.
"Well get to it, girl. Use those pretty lips of yours. They were made for cock-sucking. Suck, girl," he commanded.
Lisa could now deny the lecherous old man nothing. She was under his spell. His will was her will.
Lisa crawled humbly down to his lap and leaned over it, staring intently at the limp thickness of his sperm-and-cunt-juice-coated cock. She stared at the glistening rod. It looked harmless and vulnerable now, so unlike that ramming pole that had shafted into her. She closed her lips and moved down closer to it, seeing the lines of the veins, the now wrinkled skin, the glistening come juice that coated it. She felt repulsion and fascination.
And she thought to herself: He's so old and ugly and repulsive, but good God, what a cock! They're so many delicious inches to it and it's so thick! Even limp it's huge! Now he's going to make me take that marvelous cock in my mouth - he thinks I'm going to hate it, but oh! I'm going to love it. I can blow a load just sucking on a cock. How I love to suck cock! The taste of it and the feel of it in my lips, on my tongue - I love it! I love to be fucked in the mouth by a cock and his cock will be sooo exciting to have hot and stuffed in my mouth, all hard and when he comes - I'll swallow every drop of his delicious cream!
She took his slippery, limp thickness in the cupping pal of her soft hand. She felt a thrill as her hand weighed the heaviness of his fuck stick. It lay there, limp and seemingly innocent in the palm of her hand. Then, with her other hand, she caressingly fingered his sack of balls.
"That's nice, girl. Play around. It feels good."
Lisa bent down and kissed the long, thick softness of his slippery cock. She tongued at the soft balls. Then she tongued her way down the inside of one thigh, whisked her tongue dramatically across, up and down, back and forth and round and round. If she had to service him orally, she meant to do it right.
She moved to the under-part of his other thigh and duplicated the licking caress. When she finally reached the juncture of his thighs where his cock was anchored, she paused. But she paused for only a moment.
She dove down. Her lips opened in a wet circle. She took his slimy cock and sucked it deeply, gurgling in her throat. Then Lisa slowly drew her blonde head back, holding firmly to his cock with her clinging lips as she did, giving him the intense sensation of lips and tongue and teeth rippling against his flesh. When she had drawn back to the very end of his cock head she plunged again, cramming it into her mouth, gurgling wildly in her throat, pressuring with lips and tongue and teeth. Then slowly she lightened her savage hold on his cock and once more she drew her lips back up, up, so far up that it seemed that it would slip out of her lips. But it didn't. She held it fast with sucking, nursing lips, then renewed her dive down on his quickly swelling, hardening shaft.
"Suck, girl, that's the way," the old man groaned with pleasure. "You're a lovely cock-sucker, you are. Suck it good and long."
And suck she did, with pleasure. Her wet rips were wrapped firmly around his fleshy shaft. The slippery cock slid in as she tongued it. He wasn't circumcised. Her fingers peeled back the skin exposing the hard head. Her tongue tasted every inch of his hardening prick. She swirled her tongue round and round on his stick of thick flesh as it slid in and out of her ovaled mouth. She sucked on it as if her life depended on it. It got rounder and harder and longer in the gliding slid of her lips. As she sucked, her head bobbing, her hand went under to cradle the full, wrinkled, hairy bag of balls. The old man groaned with pleasure as her lips sucked his now hard erect cock and her fingers expertly massaged his balls. His curly grey hair tickled against her nose and the balls bumped against her chin as she sucked all the way down.
"Suck, Miss Rich Bitch, suck!" he urged. But Lisa now needed no urging.
She licked the cock as it stuffed her mouth to capacity. Her lips and tongue and teeth worked avidly on his cannon-like prick. She laved it with her tongue.
Oh, she thought to herself as she sucked, her head bobbing over his stiff prick, her lips dragging up and down, clinging wetly, oh, she thought, it's so big and swollen and loaded. Cream in my mouth, you lovely old bastard stud!
Her hand, fingers fluttering, continued to squeeze caressingly on his hairy sack of balls as his cock slipped in and out of her mouth.
The old man undulated his flabby body, jamming his cock up into her down-diving lips. He twisted and turned and arched, meeting her increasing pace, her head bobbing wildly, her blonde hair flying, her bold lips eating him deliciously.
Her tongue whisked round and round, curling around his sticking cock. She dived down with her lips and consumed it, loved it, caressing her loving, wet lips over the length and thickness of it. She was giving him her all now, everything she could - there was no thought in her fevered mind now but the cock that was surging in and out of her lips, ramming back to her throat.
And then he came with a shout and a grunt. A responding teeming tremor hit Lisa as she felt the hot sperm spurting in thick streams in her mouth, pouring in, filling her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. She swallowed and swallowed, drinking down every drop of his thick cream thirstily.
She didn't let go until there was nothing left and even then she gently squeezed his sack of balls, hoping to force out yet another delicious drop so that she could drink it down.
Jealously, she let his limp cock slip out of her hot, loving lips. Some sperm stuck to her lips and she licked it away, smiling, in a kind of sexual daze.
"That was good, girl. You're a great cock sucker."
"Did I please you?" she asked. She knew that if he decided to whip her again she would not be able to resist him. She was wallowing in a swamp of perverted desire with the flabby old man. She was his pleasure toy and she knew it, reveled in the thrill of being subjected by such a repulsive, unattractive man.
"Yes, you pleased me, girl. You love to suck cock, don't you?" he laughed, his eyes going over her naked curves.
"I'm glad I was good for you," she whispered, lowering her eyes.
"If you hadn't, I'd have whipped you to within an inch of your life," he said harshly. She knew he meant it. His harsh words made her feel weak and defenseless. She had never felt this way before. He had a strange, total hold over her.
"Please don't whip me ... " she whimpered.
"As long as you please me, you have nothing to fear on that subject. Now, girl - "
"Yes?"
"I've got to tell you that you have the sweetest cunt I've ever ripped into and your lips are the best at sucking my cock. Rich girl, you're a hot whore under your fancy clothes and manners."
"I - don't know - " she stammered, feeling childish and useless with him.
"Well, you are. You're a whore, a harlot. But any woman who hasn't got a streak of the harlot in her is a stick in the mud. Some writer once said that. Well, it doesn't matter. You've got a streak of the harlot in you all right, a big streak!" he laughed.
Lisa did not say a word. She lay next to him. She felt no desire to leave him. If he asked her to stay on and on indefinitely, she doubted that she could say no to him. He had such a sure, strong hold on her emotions and will. All he had to do was call the tune and she'd dance to it now.
"You got something out of that whipping I gave you, didn't you, girl?"
"It hurt - "
"But you got something out of it didn't you?" he insisted, his wise eyes, coldly watching her.
"It hurt, but after a while, it began to make me feel strange - "
"Perversely, you loved it, right?"
"Yes, I guess that's right," she sighed.
"And you loved being fucked by my big old cock, didn't you?"
"Yes, I loved it," she admitted, nearly blushing girlishly.
"And if I told you now that I wouldn't fuck you again, you'd beg me for more, wouldn't you?"
"Yes ... I would ... " she whispered honestly, hating herself for admitting it, but knowing she had no other way to answer.
"You loved sucking my cock, didn't you?" he asked, driving humiliating questions at Lisa.
"Yes. I loved it. Loved it very much."
"Good," he laughed. "Now, want me to screw you again?"
"Yes," she whispered. "Very much."
"Beg me," he gloated.
"Oh, please ... . please ... udge ... fuck me again with that big, hard darling of a cock of yours. I love it in me. Fuck me. Screw me. I want it sooo. I want you. Screw me silly. Ram your big prick into my oozing pussy. It wants your hard cock again. Put it in me, please?" She had no shame now.
"Okay," he laughed. "But I'm not going so far south this time."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to fuck you in your beautiful ass, girl, that's what I mean and you're going to enjoy every aching moment of it as I stuff my mean, hard prick in the crack between the cheeks of your pretty girl's ass," he said lewdly.
"You'll hurt me. My behind's all welted from the way you spanked me with the belt. It's on fire. Oh, please don't do that. Please put it in my pussy again. I'll-I'll fuck you even better," she pleaded shamelessly.
As she pleaded with him her hand caressed his cock and her curling fingers felt his magnificent prick going hard again. He's just as capable as a young boy! she said with wonder to herself as the rising, thickening cock began to quickly fill the cupping, moving circle of her fingers.
"No, girl, I'm going to fuck you in the ass. You've got a swinging ass. A mean ass. It's made for fucking back there. I've been wanting to stick my cock in it since I first saw you. I'm going to throw a mean fuck into your beautiful, mean ass, girl," he laughed cruelly.
"Noooooo," she whimpered helplessly. "Please don't. I hurt so much back there. It's going to hurt toooooo much, darling Judge. My pussy wants you. Put it in there. I'll give you a ride you'll never forget."
"No. I'm going to give you a ride you're never going to forget, young lady. I'm going to fuck you dog-style, in the ass. Too bad my dog's tied up out back. I'm too lazy to go out and get him."
"You wouldn't - !"
"I would," he laughed. "You bet I would. I still might. Yes, that could be fun. I might bring old Sawbones in here and let him watch me fucking you in the ass. He'd sit there, his long tongue hanging out, watching me screw you royally. He'd get excited watching and his pecker'd slid long and red out, good and hard and as soon as I'd get through with you, I'd turn you over to him," the judge laughed.
"You couldn't let a filthy animal, a beast, a dirty dog jump on me!"
"I could ... and I just might yet," he gloated, seeing the fear and horror in her eyes. "Yes. It might be fun. I'd like to see him lapping at your juicy cunt with his long tongue. I'd like to see him screw you," he roared.
"You wouldn't! Please!"
"Old Sawbones would appreciate me letting him screw a girl as pretty and desirable as you. He's been a good companion to me. It's the least I can do for him."
"Please! I'll do anything for you! But, I beg you, don't set your dog on me! Please don't!" she cried.
"Forget about my dog for now, girl."
"How can I?" she whined hysterically.
"All you got to think about now is my hard cock going into your juicy ass, girl."
"Please, noooo ... "
"Get up on your hands and knees, like a bitch dog in heat, girl. I'm going to fuck you dog style, even if my old dog doesn't get around to fucking you the same way."
"No, please!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lisa's whining plea was to no avail. As she begged Judge Crawford, he merely snickered.
"Now you be quiet," he commanded in a harsh, stern voice. She whimpered and stilled her protests, knowing that they were futile. She lay there passively. Her naked body was close to his. Again she stared at his rigid manhood, knowing that it was going to plunge rudely into the tender crack between the cheeks of her buttocks. It would not be the first time she had been taken that way. In the past, she had wanted it and had thrilled to a cock drilling into her anus. But now he willed it. She didn't want it now because of the flaming welts on her buttocks. She knew that the gentlest touch would scorch her welted behind.
The old man violently pressed his lips to hers, burrowing his tongue again into her mouth, whipping it back and forth in a mad circle. As he did, all of Lisa's resistance fled. He rubbed his hard prick against her pussy mound and Lisa felt desire reawakening quickly in her aching body. He began kissing her neck and ear, making her purr with delight. His tongue darted and nicked and lolled in her ear, then plunged in and out at a blazing pace and motion that duplicated what his cock would soon be doing in her asshole.
She felt his old, flabby body pressing over her, she felt his body heat. He tantalized her with his tongue, working it across her long neck, pausing again at her other ear, plunging it there for a long time. He was taking his time with her. This surprised and pleased Lisa. She had expected him to take her quickly, rudely, to offend her and humble her. But it seemed he wanted the pleasure of tasting her flesh, kissing her and caressing her, whipping her to such a pitch of fever that she would beg him for it.
He worked his mouth over her tits, licking her nipples, making her groan.
"Oh, that feels fine, sooo nice," she purred as he expertly mouthed her tits. Her breasts were still red from his slaps. The nipples and heaving mounds ached, but his lips and tongue seemed to soothe the pain, making her tingle all over. He was seducing her with the skill of a great lover.
He continued the tour of her glowing body, dallied at her waist, driving his tongue into her navel, making her thrash about and cry out with desire. He had her - he knew it and she knew it. He grinned with triumph.
His mouth moved down to her hips and he kissed her heaving mound hard, giving her the hot impact of his eating mouth for a thrilling moment.
"Ohhhhh, Judge, yesss ... " she groaned.
He laughed, took his mouth away from her steaming, dripping pussy, teasing her unmercifully. Then his mouth was back at her flat stomach again. He kneeled over her, as if she was a morsel that he delighted in tasting. He lingered there, moving his mouth back and forth, pausing, withdrawing his tongue and then letting his teeth bite hard, making her yelp. His teeth left imprints on her stomach, hurting imprints, as he bit her cruelly, but she thrilled to the pain, as she had perversely thrilled to the pain he had already treated her to.
Heat and desire swamped Lisa. Every nerve in her body seemed to be standing quivering on end begging for him to bite, to lick, to hurt. He looked up. He saw that her nipples were thrillingly hard. They were extended, long and hard, fiery looking, puffed and throbbing. He reached to her tits and fondled them roughly, pinching the aching nipples, rolling them cruelly between his fingers, feeling the round, stabbing hardness of them, tweaking them hard, pulling them away from their rosy base, letting them snap back - she cried out in pain and sexual hunger.
"Ohhhhh, take me, darling, take me, you mad rotten lover!" she screamed in her untamed wild need, totally his, shamelessly his.
"I'll take you my way, when I'm good and ready," he laughed, enjoying her begging.
"Please! I can't stand it! I want it! Anything! Just take me! Screw me, eat me! Anything! But do it!" she whined.
"In my own good time and in my own good way," he laughed, enjoying his total power over the beautiful young blonde.
Then he turned her around and crushed his body to her back, pressed his flabby chest against her back, his hot thighs and belly and cock against her pained buttocks, making tears spring to her eyes. He held her close, pulsating against her. Then he moved back slightly and brought his wet, darting tongue in contact with her glowing skin. He whipped his tongue over her neck, then lower across her slim shoulders, then lower still to the lovely small of her back where he gave her exquisite sensations with his tongue, pressing, moving, rolling, manipulating at her as if he wanted to taste fully every inch of her back.
"Oh, God!" she cried, twisting with passion.
Down he moved. He pushed her and pressed his mouth to her firm, flaming, welted buttocks. She screamed in mixed pain and delight. He kissed her hotly on her flaming, shimmering cheeks. He tongued her madly, covering her buttocks with wet kisses. His teeth bit, adding more pain. She jerked and sobbed in pain and passion. His mouth moved down to the line that descended downward to the separation. Then he paused and plunged his tongue into that separation, running its length up and down, then lower to lick and kiss over the back of her legs until he reached her ankles. Slowly, he moved her welted buttocks again, he again plunged frantically with his tongue, screwing it into the deep crack, dragging it up and down along its deep length.
"I can't stand it! Fuck me! Rape me! Kill me! Do it!" she screamed, out of control.
His hands were firmly gripping her hips as he worked over her wounded buttocks, his finger stabbing cruelly into her firm flesh. She arched her body, urging him on, offering her behind to his expert mouth. Pain meant nothing to her now. It gripped her with such power that it was exquisite, exquisite beyond any pain and pleasure mixture that she had ever felt. He tongued her cheeks, licked over the angry welts. She sobbed and crushed her buttocks against his face. His tongue probed and wiggled.
His mouth had tasted every part of her thrashing body. She was arching and grinding as he worked over her. Her eyes were rolling around wildly and she was moaning deep in her throat. Her entire body seemed wet and aching and on fire. Her nipples were taut and wet. Her hips bounced violently and she emitted wild sounds of acute pleasure and desire.
Then the old man detached himself from Lisa's churning body. He laughed wildly and bent over Lisa. Roughly he moved her heaving, naked body until she was on all-fours, her wet, tempting, welted buttocks jutting up.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock you old bastard! Kill me! Stab it in me! Rip me open! Anything, do anything! I'm dying for you! Pleeeeease!" she wailed.
He lowered himself over her, curled his body around hers from the rear. He adjusted himself. She felt hot pain as he moved over her wounded buttocks. She craved him desperately, shamelessly.
Lisa knew in her fevered mind what was going to happen next. She now wanted it. Pain now meant nothing to her - in truth, it meant everything to her. She wanted pain. She hungrily felt the thrusting hardness of his arching cock at her behind, stabbing at her buttocks. She knew that in a moment her anus would be pierced by his tree trunk of a cock, that it would ram up into the tiny, puckered ring of her tender asshole. She wanted it so now, pushed her buttocks back eagerly. Heat gathered intensely in her loins. Her pussy was oozing, dripping, gaping wide open, contracting, opening, pulsing.
She groaned as she felt his ripping hands on her buttock cheeks, pulling them apart, spreading them, exposing her anus to his hot stare, opening it for the thrust of his rigid cock. She panted, breathing deeply as she swayed on all-fours, waiting.
"Now, girl, I'm going to fuck you in your beautiful ass," he laughed.
"Yessss," she hissed, "anything ... "
His cock head stabbed at her anus opening, made a beginning penetration at that tender, sensual opening of her heaving body.
"Oh, God!" she screamed. "Oh, God, you're going to kill me! Yes! Kill me! Stick in in in - stick it in me! Ohhhh, yesss!"
He cruelly began to pump over her aching, swaying, rotating buttocks, jabbing his cock hard into her stretching anus. As he did, he released her buttocks from the biting grip of his fingers. His hands went around her as he curled over her. He roughly grabbed her swaying tits as she nakedly, shamelessly churned and yelped beneath him. Millions of tiny pricking shocks ignited at every pore of her body. She yelped and whined and cried out, bouncing madly beneath him, as if in a convulsion.
Her eyes were tightly clenched and her head weaved dreamily from side to side as she swayed there on all fours beneath him. He snickered as he took his indecent liberties with her lovely body. She was moaning in shame, humiliation and desire. She felt the tip of a finger parting her curly blonde pubic hair. It pushed up into the dripping, fleshy lips of her cunt. He was now ravishing her doubly. His cock head was driving into her anus. His finger was knuckle-deep in her pulsing cunt.
She gasped.
"I'm going to give you a real treat, girl," he said. "I'm going to give you a double fuck. I'm going to finger-fuck your pussy and I'm going to screw you in the ass at the same time. My other hand'll give you an extra treat. It'll play with your titties," he laughed, reveling in his triumph over her.
His finger began to work, sliding up and down the length of her cunt. The blonde hair was matted and glistening with cunt cream and cock juice. The lips were open and ready. The blood pounded in her head. She felt dizzy with her need. Her face was flushed and her eyes were rolling and dilated. She was ready for all the indignities that the old man meant to take. She was smoldering in a stinging swamp of desire. His stubby finger stoked her steaming pussy, driving in and out, in and out.
"Your little pussy's nice and hot, isn't it?"
"It's burning up," she wailed.
"Good," he laughed, a cocky grin on his thin, cruel lips.
She had no will of her own left. She was helpless as an unschooled young girl. She jerked wildly under him, her buttocks stinging her with pain, intense pain.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Do anything to me! Don't stop! Give me everything you've got, please, please!" she begged.
His face was split with a wide sadistic grin as he heard her pathetically whimpering her pleas of surrender. Her will was broken. The rich, beautiful young, voluptuous girl was his, totally, his to use as his depraved desires dictated. His sense of power over her made him laugh gleefully.
The full, heavy load of his cock was drilling into her asshole. His finger was drilling into her pussy. His hand was roughly fondling her tits. Lisa winced under his attack, not wanting it to stop.
Helpless moans came from her as she felt his huge penis drilling into the tight, soft, sensitive ring of her anus. The rough pressure of his grinding body was scraping the tender wounded globes of her behind.
An oomph came from her as her breath surged out. The hard cock was drilling in, in, insinuating itself deeper and deeper into the wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. She squirmed and tossed beneath him, her lust totally incited by his jabbing finger in her oozing cunt, his cock ramming deeper and deeper into her asshole, his hand squeezing her tits, tweaking cruelly her flaming nipples.
The mixture of pain and pleasure was delicious to Lisa, but tears rolled down her flushed cheeks - she was being hurt, cruelly hurt.
His body was crushing down over her crouched body as he was squeezing her, driving breath out of her lungs. Her buttocks waved and rotated eagerly. She was submitting to him eagerly. Her lovely body and soul were his to command, humble, to use in any obscene way he chose.
He kneeled behind her, curled over her, his cock driving in between the full, swaying moons of her buttocks. Her behind was upturned, as if she was making a holy offering to him. His cock trust in, in, into the narrow elastic anus as she kneeled like a helpless slave beneath him.
His cock spear suddenly all the way in and his swollen balls slammed against the back of her pussy slit.
"Ugggg," she grunted, feeling the pop of her asshole as his gigantic cock drove painfully in to its hilt, burying itself deep inside of her, deep in between the moons of her once proud ass.
She swayed her ass in defeat beneath him.
"Now you arrogant little Miss Rich Bitch," he panted. "How do you like this?"
"I ... love it!" she croaked.
He felt her squirming beneath him, heatedly. She was the ultimate conquest of his life. If his heart failed him now, he didn't care. She was the capping conquest of his life, the ultimate fuck. He had broken her and she was high-spirited. She had been repulsed and disgusted by him and now his cock was raping her asshole and she was begging for more. He ground over her like a huge dog, his huge cock stinking and swelling, tunneling in and out of her anus. He meant to fuck her so soundly that she would feel pain in her cunt for days ... in her ass for days - from both the whipping and the screwing ... he was sure her jaws would ache from opening so wide to swallow his cock earlier ... and he was right about that ... her jaws did ache.
He ground his thick, long cock round and round and in and out of the crevice of her ass and she clenched her quivering cheeks around the drilling cock, pressing soft flesh around it warmly. She quivered and groaned beneath the twin attack of his finger in her dripping, pulsing pussy and his cock, buried in her buttocks.
Her buttock cheeks clenched and unclenched around the driving spearing cock that flashed in and out of her asshole and her pussy lips repeated the clenching and unclenching around his finger as it jabbed in and out of her flaming cunt. There was no tenderness in the way he was abusing her - only cruel violence. She was totally humiliated and weirdly loved it.
She squirmed and squirmed. His stubby finger teased in the soft, wet passageway of her cunt. She jerked as his hot, driving cock rammed in and out of her backdoor. Breath exploded in quick gasps from her as he pumped over her, working wildly. Her buttocks throbbed and swayed in complete surrender. His cock in her anus plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew and the grinding sound mixed with the wet sucking sluicing noise of his finger poking around in her grinding cunt. She writhed and churned her buttocks as they joined in an abandoned, lewd dance of lust.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh," she sobbed. Her body and mind were burning up, she was completely out of control, in his control and it hurt and felt delicious as he took her. A look of lewd triumphant satisfaction on his pistoning cock. Warm trickles of cunt juice ran down his hand as his fingers jabbed her cunt.
"I'm going to explode!" she shrieked. "I'm going to come!"
"I'm ... right with you, girl ... you lusty bitch in heat, you fucking whore!" he panted.
And then they throbbed through a shattering climax together. His come filled her from behind. She poured her cream out of her climaxing pussy. It drained thickly over his probing finger, over his hand, over her thighs. She trembled. Her arms and legs gave way. She fell forward, flat and he came down on top of her, his cock still spilling and pumping sperm into her asshole.
She fainted.
When she came to she fluttered her eyelashes, trying to recover her senses. Her asshole was aflame with pain. Her cunt was drenched with cream, matting her blonde forest of curling hair. She lay there, gasping for breath. Every inch of her body ached. Slowly, she rolled over. As her buttocks came in contact with the carpet she winced with pain. Her tits were burning with pain. She felt used and spent, exhausted.
Her dazed eyes searched the room for the old judge. Then she saw him. With trembling legs he stumbled back into the room, his naked, flabby body covered with sweat, his face sheet white. Even in her dazed state she could tell that he was not well - he looked sick.
"What's the matter with you," she managed.
"My ticker isn't what it used to be," he panted, falling back on the couch. "I'm through with you. But ... he ain't."
"He?" Lisa asked, dazed and confused. She was lying, spread-eagle on her back, her knees jacked up, her thighs wide apart, her pink, wet slit fully exposed, her breasts heaving. She turned her head slowly. She heard soft animal paddings near her. Her heart froze. She saw a huge black dog coming toward her, sniffing, his long, red, pebbled tongue hanging out.
"Noooo! Send him away!" she cried helplessly.
"He's a nice fella," the old man smiled thinly, his face sickly white.
"Send him away!" she whined.
She felt helpless and weak and spent. She tried to move, but her muscles, tired, would not obey her. She could only feebly move. She was gripped with fright and horror. She looked up at the huge, black dog. His tongue lolled out wetly as he sniffed at her feet, his cold nose touching her instep, making her shiver with horror.
She was now as if frozen beneath the huge dog. She lay there spread-eagle, panting, as he hovered over her. She saw his red, glistening penis slowly sliding out and she sobbed with fear. The dog moved over her.
"Noooooo!"
The old man snickered lewdly.
"Go get her, old Sawbones," he laughed.
She tried to move away, but the dog moved with her. Her humiliation was now complete. She saw the dog's eyes staring down at her tits and then, his long, panting tongue began to swab one of her breasts. She felt the pebbled tongue lick over her nipple and she sobbed and thrashed about, trying hopelessly, weakly, to get away from him.
He was over her, panting, sniffing her. His warm breath fanned over her heaving, aching, naked body as the old man snickered and watched, lewdly urging his big black dog on.
The dog began to paw at her, poking her lovely body with his nose. Lisa felt despair. She was sinking into an abyss of complete horror and damnation. He nudged at her tit, playfully and she shivered at the contact of his cold nose. She gasped, squeezing her eyes tight, hoping that by closing them, the nightmare would go away. But it didn't.
He began to lick at her, his long, rasping tongue laving over the long tip of her thrusting nipple. Involuntarily, her nipple began to respond to the licking of the dog's tongue, going hard and extending, tingling. He licked and licked over her tits and her nipples went taut, thrilling to the perverted animal licking. He swabbed his tongue over her body, down over her ribcage, down over her heaving belly.
"No, noooo, stop him," she sobbed helplessly.
"Go get her, Sawbones," the judge laughed.
The hard pads of the black dog's paws scratched over her delicate skin, adding more pain to the tormenting pain she had already experienced. The dog nuzzled and pawed and licked at her feebly thrashing body. She was struggling to regain her lost strength, struggling to get away from the dog.
The old judge saw Lisa struggling to get away from the dog. His heart was thudding heavily and quickly in his chest and his breath was coming in dangerous, short gasps; his face was like parchment. Trembling, he got to his feet and stumbled over to where Lisa was struggling under the dog.
"Get him off me," she whimpered biliously as she saw him stumbling over toward her.
"Can't deny ... old Sawbones ... his pleasure ... " the sadistic, perverted judge gasped, looking deathly pale.
He crouched over her head, panting gaspingly for breath. He pressed his hands down on her shoulders, holding her down with what little strength he had left. It was enough strength. Lisa was so spent and weak that she could not move under the pressure of his hands. She sobbed, tears springing helplessly to her eyes. She felt weak. She could not struggle against both the hated dog and the judge. She did not have the energy.
With horror, Lisa watched as the long pinkish-red penis slipped farther and farther out of its furry sheath. It was moist and glistening.
"Nooooo!" she cried. The judge pressed down with all his weight on her shoulders, holding her down.
The dog's long, wet, rough tongue began to lick up over the warm, satiny skin of her thighs. She twitched in horror. The tongue licked up, up toward the top of her thrashing thighs. He burrowed his huge head up between her warm thighs, forcing them apart. When Lisa tried to kick the dog's thrusting head away, the dog tensed and froze, frightened that the dog might attack her in a worse way still - with his big, sharp teeth. She lay still, giving up for the moment, as it conserving and attempting to gather her remaining strength.
The dog's huge tongue laved over her upper, inner thighs and Lisa gasped and screamed. The dog growled, showing his teeth again. She again froze, spread-eagle beneath him, the old judge still pressing down her shoulders as he gasped for breath, looking very ill.
The pebbled tongue lapped wetly over her exposed, moist slit, licking away the sex cream, lapping hungrily against the pulsing lips of her vagina. Lisa groaned, feeling sick. The judge snickered, urging the dog on lewdly. The dog moved up. His tongue lapped ravenously over her slit. The hungry animal's tongue lapped and probed, probing deep in between her wide-spread thighs. His tongue licked deeper along the split of her cunt. It was depraved. She was at the dog's mercy. In her mind's eye all she could see was the dog's glistening penis. She didn't want it to violate her, debasing her totally.
As the dog's tongue licked in deeper and deeper in between her parted wet pussy lips, dragging over the sensitive bud of her clitoris, Lisa tried to concentrate her mind on everything her father had taught her. Then, gathering every shred of remaining strength, she whipped her legs up, jacked them, heaved her body, rolled up, sprang behind the tumbling, surprised judge and grabbed his arm, twisting it up fiercely, painfully, behind his back, making him scream. The dog leaped up, barking and growling, as he saw the girl hurting his master.
"Tell the dog to get out of here or I'll break your damn arm," she said as she twisted his arm cruelly.
"You'll break my arm!"
"Damn right I will! Get the dog out of here! Now!"
"Sawbones," the judge croaked. "Go out to the kitchen. Go! Stay there!"
The dog hesitated, then bowed its great head and padded out of the room, leaving Lisa alone with the old judge. She relaxed the twisting hold she had on his arm. She took a deep breath of relief.
"That was a rotten thing to do."
"My arm. You broke it."
"It's not broken. But I should've broken it. That was a rotten thing to do."
"I only wanted to have some fun ... "
"Fun? I don't call that fun. Listen we had a deal - What's the matter with you? You look awful."
"My heart," he gasped.
"What's the matter?"
"That bottle on my ... desk. Get it. Give me two pills. Please. Quick. With some water."
She raced nakedly over to the desk, shook out two pills, poured a glass of water from the decanter and ran back to the gasping old man. She forced the pills into his mouth and made him drink. He swallowed, gulped, then sighed. She placed a pillow under his head as he lay there, sickly and white-faced on the floor.
"I'll ... be all right now ... "
"Do you want me to call a doctor?"
"No. Not necessary. I overexerted myself, that's all. My heart's not up to my body any more. I'll be all right."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Lisa watched him attentively as color slowly ebbed back into his puffy cheeks. His breathing slowed. He smiled weakly at her.
"I ... guess that was a pretty rotten thing to do," he admitted with a wan smile.
"It certainly was. We had a deal, Judge. You got your part of the deal from me."
"Yes, that's true."
What she was too ashamed to admit was that after the action had started she had lost all thought of the boys. All she gave herself to were the perverted thrills that the judge provided lustily.
"You're going to fix things, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"How are you going to do it?"
"I'll call Chief Raskin. I'll tell him to release the boys as soon as you get there."
"No tricks?"
"No. No tricks. I promise."
"All right. Do you have to put anything in writing?"
"No. I never bothered. My word's the law around here. Besides, I had this all figured out ahead of time."
"What do you mean?"
"When I heard your boys were in town, I alerted everybody. I knew there was going to be trouble. I was right. As soon as the trouble started we moved in and took your boys."
"I'm beginning to understand - But it's hard to believe - "
"I'm a pretty mean old bastard, as you know."
"Yes. Explain, please."
"I guess I've had the hots for you for a long time. When I knew your boys were here, the plan came to me fully formed. I figured if I got the boys, you'd come down here to get them released. I knew you'd have to come. I knew your twin brother is nothing - you're the works."
"Let me get this straight - "
"No. I'll tell you the whole thing now. What's the difference? I knew you'd come down here to get your boys released. I knew you'd find out quickly enough that you'd have to see me. Once you turned up I set my plan in motion. You know the rest."
"So, you had the boys held unjustly just so you could lay me?"
"That's the long and short of it."
In spite of herself, Lisa could not hate him. It was, in a perverse way, very flattering that he should go to all that trouble just for the opportunity to lay her. She smiled at him.
"You, sir, are a very rotten son-of-a-bitch."
"That I am and you, lovely lady, are surely the most beautiful, exciting fuck that I've ever had."
"You've led a very long life," she said pointedly.
"True and a full one, sexually. You're the ultimate for me. If I never screw another woman, I'll be satisfied. Having you, the way I wanted you, feeling you respond in spite of yourself, that is the crowning climax of my life," he laughed weakly.
"I should hate your guts, Judge, but, strangely, I don't. You forced me to do things I've never done before. You awakened in me perverse longings that I never knew existed - "
"They exist in all of us, but we don't know it, or we hide it."
"Yes - I believe that's very true - "
"It is. I'll remember this night until the day they put me under."
"You'd better make that call now. It's getting very late, Judge and you promise to keep this quiet?"
"A bargain's a bargain, even though I overstepped myself when I set the dog on you."
"That was terrible, really mean and vicious and perverted."
"I don't know what came over me. At first I was just teasing you, testing you, seeing just how far you were willing to go. Then I pushed too far. There are women who like dogs - and other animals, you know."
"I've heard. It's disgusting to me. My skin crawls when I think of the way that dog was licking over me and the way his penis slid out, ready to stick in me. Ugg! Terrible!"
"I understand he's a very good lover."
"Your dog?" Lisa said with disbelief.
"Yes. He's humped a few women in his time."
"Uggg! A woman who'd let a dog or any animal have her is really a pervert."
"It's all in how you look at it. It's been going on, sex between women and animals, through recorded history, you know that."
"Yes. You mean you watched when your dog made other women?"
"Sure. You know the kind of man I am. I get my kicks in unnatural ways. You only had a little taste of the things I do."
"You mean there's more?"
"Much much more, young lady. If you'd like to learn, I'm a very good teacher and available, as long as my heart holds out."
"No thanks. I think I've had enough."
"But you have to admit you did enjoy it - ?"
"I have to admit, it, but I did. Now, please make that call."
"All right."
Lisa watched and listened as the judge arranged everything. Then she got up.
"Mind if I bathe?"
"Help yourself. Want me to join you?" he grinned.
"No. I'll do very well by myself and I don't trust you."
"You mean you don't trust yourself with me?"
"Have it anyway you like," Lisa laughed, getting to her feet. "But you're not going to have me again."
She bathed and dressed quickly. Her body ached. Her buttocks burned with pain. Her anus was on fire. Her cunt felt torn and used and battered. Her jaws ached. In fact, she felt just the way the judge had predicted she would feel. She could not take a step in pain without remembering him luridly.
She came out. He had pulled on his shorts. He was such a sorry excuse for a man, so small and old and flabby and yet, he had given her thrills that no other man had given her. He had made her beg for more. He had led her into a path of perversion and she had gone along willingly.
"Good-bye, Judge Crawford," she said at the door.
"Good-bye, Miss Brown."
She left. Painfully she got into her car. It hurt her to sit. It hurt her to move. But, looking at her, one would never guess what she had been through. She was beautifully groomed and composed. She was once again in total possession of herself. She drove to the jailhouse where the boys were released in her custody. They all drove back to the estate, subdued.
CHAPTER NINE
When they got back to the estate, no one went to sleep, even though it was close to three in the morning. Lisa gathered all the boys in the classroom. She was alone with them once more. She perfectly concealed the pain that was racking her lovely body. To the boys, who stared at her in wonder and awe and respect, she was their Lisa, their protector.
"I think we ought to talk about what happened tonight," Lisa said.
"How did you spring us?" Jose asked. "That's a very long story and it's very late."
"Tell us, Lisa!" Amos said.
"I got you out. It took a lot of patience and trying, but luckily, I got you all free. There'll be no mention of anything that happened in the papers. It'll be hushed up. I took care of everything and I didn't buy the judge with a penny of money. Money, boys, can't buy everything, even though it makes life a whole lot easier."
"Amen," Juan laughed.
"I hope you boys learned something from tonight. Now listen to me. It was a frame up. We all know that. That's the way it is when you're an underdog. They've got to pick on someone and you guys were it, unfortunately. Everyone in this world luckily isn't the way the people in that town are."
She paused. The boys listened quietly.
"Now," she continued. "I'm proud that you didn't resort to violence, start the trouble. I understand that you had to defend yourselves, that's okay. You're men. That's your right as men.
"Now, gentlemen. You've seen bigotry and hatred in action again. Not in the slums. In what is considered a typical American town. There's a lot of hatred in this world. A lot of frustrated, small people who have to take it out on others. The only way to beat them is with education, believe me."
"If you boys can learn from any oppressed people - and you're oppressed people - you were - but when you leave here you won't be any more - if you can learn from any oppressed people, you can learn from the Jewish people."
"How come, Lisa?"
"I'm going to see that you gentlemen get to read the history of the Jewish race. Never was a people so oppressed. Much worse and for a much longer time than the Negroes and Puerto Ricans and Mexicans - you name them - they were oppressed for centuries. But they pulled themselves up. With education. They used their minds. They had nothing. They fought to learn and as they learned, educated themselves, with no help from anyone, they pulled themselves up by their own bootstraps. You gentlemen are much more fortunate than they were. You're getting a chance for an education here, a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Use it. Don't throw it away. If you do, you'll end up back in the grubby streets again."
"If that's what you want, that's what you'll get. It's not going to be easy. You know what you're all up against. But I know - I know and believe that you can all make it."
"Now, gentlemen, let's all go to sleep. It's been a rough night for all of us. Think. Think. That's what you have to do. Think. Learn. Read. Study. You can all do it!"
The boys seemed to swell with pride again. They were smiling and walking tall when they filed out of the room. They whispered their thanks to Lisa. When they had all filed out she took a deep breath and nearly collapsed.
Slowly, she went up to her room. Her brother was waiting for her. She collapsed on the bed and then all her reserve brumbled. She began to cry, sob.
Fred held his sister close, comforting her.
"Don't cry, Lisa. It's all over."
"I have to cry. I've been through sooo much. I have to cry."
He rocked Lisa in his arms as she cried herself out. Then he wiped her red, swollen eyes. She took the handkerchief and blew her nose, laughing nervously, self-consciously.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Fred - "
"You have no need to apologize."
"But I'm acting like a baby, crying this way. I'm so ashamed."
"You feel better, don't you, Lisa?"
"Yes," she sniffed. "Oh, Fred, I ache all over."
"What happened? Did Judge Crawford hurt you?"
"It was pretty rough, but it was just as much my fault as it was his."
"Tell me what happened. You were at his place a long time, weren't you?"
"Yes. Too long. We made a bargain. I gave myself to him for the boys' freedom."
"You didn't!"
"I did. He's a pervert. He slapped me on my breasts, he - "
"The bastard! I'll - "
"He slapped my breasts with his hands. It hurt sooo much and then he beat my breasts sadistically with his cock - "
"He did what?!"
"He had a huge cock - hard - a stud - he whipped it back and forth over my breasts, flogging them - "
"I'll kill him!"
"He whipped me on the behind with a leather strap. It's all welted. He screwed me. Made me blow him. Then he took me in the behind - he didn't even care that it was aching with welts - "
"How could you let that happen? He's so small and old. You could have beaten him up - "
"I know. I made a deal with him and before I knew it, he was beating me. Once he started, I couldn't seem to find the strength to resist him. He handled me as if I was a useless rag doll."
"God! How awful for you, Lisa and you let it happen just for those damn hoodlums of yours."
"Don't call them that!" she said hotly. She wanted sympathy. But she didn't want anyone to say anything bad about her boys.
"Well - That old bastard!"
"And - he put his big, black dog on me after he slapped and whipped me and had me front and back and made me eat him - "
"His dog? What are you talking about?"
"He's a pervert. He has this big, black dog called Sawbones. I was lying on the floor naked. I had fainted. I was so weak and the next thing I knew he brought this dog in and the dog began licking all over me - He even licked over my pussy and - "
"The dog didn't - ?"
"I was trying to get away from the dog. I was so weak and tired and I hurt all over. The judge came over and held me down while the dog licked over me, going for my pussy. His penis was sliding out. It was awful."
"But the dog didn't - ?"
"He was licking my pussy with his big, wet, rough tongue. I pulled myself together and twisted away and up, got the judge's arm in a back twist. I made him make the dog go outside. Then I let him go. Then the old judge nearly had a heart attack - "
"What?"
"He looked awful. I guess beating me, whipping me, laying me - I guess it was all too much for him. He got pasty-white and gasped - I got him his pills and he lay there and then he was all right. I got him to call the police chief and release the boys. As rotten as he was he admitted he went too far by bringing the dog in - he admitted he lost his perverted head. He kept his end of the bargain in the end."
"I'll kill the old bastard!"
"No. Let sleeping dogs lie. Forget it. What's done is done. The important thing is the boys are free and there'll be no scandal. The judge is hushing the whole thing up."
"I'll see a lawyer. We'll sue him for malicious assault on you, well - "
"We'll do nothing. We're going to forget it, Fred."
"But, Lisa - "
"No buts, Fred. Oh, darling, I ache all over. Will you help me undress, please? Be gentle."
"Yes, honey."
Slowly, bit by gentle bit, Fred stripped away his sister's clothes and then she was naked.
"Lisa! God, what he did to you! Your behind's a mass of ugly red welts! And your breasts are all red - "
"I hurt, Fred."
"I'll get some of that special salve that Dad used to use. It'll soothe your body, Lisa, honey."
"You're so good to me," she smiled weakly, feeling dependent on him.
She lay there on her side, naked, her eyes staring unseeing into space, the low light in her bedroom casting a rosy glow on her voluptuous body, now marred by welts and bruises. After a few moments Fred returned with a big, yellow jar. He hopped onto the bed and unscrewed the cap. He dipped his fingers into the scented white cream.
"Here, let me rub this gently into your body, Lisa. It's good stuff. It'll make you feel better."
"You'd better take your suit off first, darling. You'll get it all over you."
"Oh, okay."
He rubbed some of the cream onto her shoulders and then took off his suit. He stripped down to his shorts. Then he bent over his naked sister and gently, slowly, massaged the healing cream into her stinging flesh.
"Am I being too rough, Lisa?"
"No. It feels good."
He rubbed it over her body. He saved her buttocks and breasts for last. Then he rubbed it tenderly into her juicy buttocks, working the cream touchingly over the flaming welts, cursing the judge as he did. He massaged it caressingly over her jutting breasts. Her nipples sprang to life as his hands caressingly fondled her tits as they applied the thick cream.
"Ummm, that feels heavenly," she purred as his hands worked the cream into her breasts, brushing over the excited, springing nipple buds.
"God, Lisa, you have a fabulous body. I hate him for hurting it, hurting you. I hate him for touching you, for forcing you to give yourself to his perverted whims. I hate anyone to touch you, to have you, but me."
"Fred, you're so sweet and loving," she crooned. Then she grinned. "Fred, I'm surprised at you. You're supposed to be healing my wounds."
"I can't help it," he smiled.
"But look at the big hard-on you've got! My, my," she giggled. "It's sticking out in front of your undershorts like a giant tent pole."
"I'm always hardup for you. You know that."
"And I love it. It's very flattering."
"But I shouldn't be thinking about such things now. You're tired and hurt - "
"But always game," she laughed.
"You mean - ?"
"You know how oversexed I am, Fred, darling," she purred. "Even though my body's battered, it's not bowed. I'm always hot to trot and seeing your big, hard, glorious boner sticking out that way stirs me up something terrific!"
She reached out her expert, slim hand, slipped it casually into the flap in the front of his shorts and hoisted his huge, swollen cock out, exposing it to her eager, hungry eyes. She just couldn't get enough cock.
"Lisa - Not in your condition - "
"I'm exhausted. I hurt all over - the cream's helping, though. But, darling brother, your beautiful prick gets me all steamed up. I'm cock-crazy. I admit it. You know it. Why fight it?" she smiled wickedly; her fingers curled caressingly around his big, arching cock. "There's nothing that can make a girl feel better quick when she's low like a big, stiff prick," she laughed.
"You're unbelievable - "
"Don't you like the way I am?" she teased, as she moved the gripping circle of her fingers up and down on his cock.
"You know I love it," he smiled, enjoying the familiar play of her fingers on his cock.
"Take off your shorts, darling."
All at once Lisa forgot the pain that racked her body; she forgot her fatigue; she was once again a lusting creature whose being seemed to be centered exclusively on sex.
Fred pulled off his shorts and sat on his knees on the bed, his huge, naked cock arching, his swollen balls swaying. Lisa lay nakedly on her side, her glittering eyes staring hungrily at her brother's boner as she licked her lips in anticipation.
"Ummm, Fred, baby, you look good enough to eat."
"Are you really starved?" he grinned. He was on his knees. She lay close to him, her face just below his arching prick.
"I'm famished, darling brother and your delicious cock looks like a treat fit for a queen."
"Well, I can't deny a starving girl a meal, can I?"
"You could never be such a low-down dog." She shifted, moving her face close to his hard-on, her warm breath fanning over his aching privates, now filled with sperm.
Lisa licked her tongue wetly over his trembling inner thighs as Fred swayed above her on his knees. She swabbed her pink tongue slowly up and down, first over his inner right thigh, then the left. He groaned. She playfully began to nip at his quaking flesh with her sharp, white teeth.
"Ummm. You taste wonderful, baby," she crooned, her nose grazing against his sack of twin balls. She inhaled the musky, familiar, male scent of her brother's privates, her nostrils flaring. She loved the scent. "And you smell so delicious."
She moved her face up as she lay there on her side. Her ripe breasts touched his legs as she moved in closer. She laved her tongue slowly, lovingly, over his swaying balls, feeling the warm tickle of the hairy sack, thrilling to the familiar feel.
"That feels good," he sighed.
"Your balls look soooo nice and tempting," she purred.
Her sharp teeth began to nibble over the swollen, wrinkled flesh of his hairy sack. She trailed little loving bites over his balls, making her brother pant. She lazily teased him, enjoying herself, biting his balls and licking them with her wet, pink, dragging tongue. Then she moved up.
Her hands went to his firm buttocks, pulling his cock closer to her moist lips. She blew warm breath over his swaying cock. Then she flicked out her tongue and teased his hard rod with the quick, wet flicks of her tongue. Like a gentle snake her tongue flicked and fluttered over the length and thickness of her brother's penis. One of her hands cupped his buttocks, her slender fingers teasing along the deep crack between his cheeks. Her other hand was caressingly fondling his tingling, swollen balls.
"What a tasty treat you are," she whispered.
Her brother grunted in his passion. She lolled her tongue out and dragged it slowly from the underside base to the very tip of his huge erection. She loved the warm, hard feel of his cock under the drag of her tongue. When her tongue reached the head of his cock it paused. She saw the red knob of his cock close-up, a drop of seminal fluid was dripping from the opening of his gland. With gusto she licked it away, savoring its taste.
Lisa began to concentrate her tongue over the knob of his cock. With her expert tongue she traced slow circles over the head of his prick. Round and round her tongue slowly traced wet, thrilling circles. She fluttered her tongue over the very tip of it. She licked it and laved it. Then she began to lick her tongue slowly up and down over his stiff staff, tasting wetly and hungrily every bit of his hard, warm flesh. His cock, swaying and hard, glistened brightly from the wetness of her tongue and all the while her fingers played and toyed with his balls, fingering them, squeezing them, massaging them, caressing them. Her other hand was busy, too. It cupped and caressed his buttocks. Her fingers dragged along the deep, sensitive crack. She dipped her index finger thrillingly at his tender anus, making him jerk and groan. She smiled with lustful satisfaction to herself as she continued to lick his cock.
She brought her teeth to play, adding an extra sensation to her licking tongue. Her teeth nipped and nibbled up and down and around over his cock, making him tremble and gasp. She teased him willfully, delighting in her power over him, delighting in the oral feast she was preparing with her slowly savoring tongue and teeth and hands.
"I'm in a prime sucking mood, baby," she whispered with a wicked grin.
"Then suck away," he panted.
Her face moved over the knobby head of his swaying cock as her fingers continued to toy with his balls and jab into his asshole. Her moist red lips described a small, tight oval and sucked slowly over the very tip of his peter. Slowly she nursed over the head of his cock, as if she were a little girl delighting in an all-day sucker; to Lisa, her brother's cock was the ultimate lollipop.
Slowly, wetly, her lips sucked and nursed on the very head of his erection. Her jaws were still sore from the huge cock that Judge Crawford had stuffed into her mouth. But she didn't mind the pain. She enjoyed it.
Her lips slowly widened, the tight, wet, elastic circle of her lips made a bigger O. With a noisy, wet sucking sound her lips began slowly to gobble up more and more of his huge, long, thick, cock, inch by slow inch. Fred tottered weakly with emotion and finally lost his balance and tumbled back on his sister's bed, landing on his back. Her lips never lost his captive cock. Her body moved with his and now she was lying across him, her face hovering over his middle, her mouth slowly goggling up more and more inches of his thick cock.
She opened her mouth wider as she consumed more of his hard flesh. The wider she opened her mouth to swallow up his erection, the more her jaws hurt. Now she had half of his huge pole stuffing into her oval lips. Her lips moved down wetly, clingingly and now three-quarters of his cock had disappeared into her gaping mouth. Her eyes were half-lidded and there was a loving, dreamy expression on her face as she sucked to her heart's content.
"Suck, honey, suck. Oh, what a wonderful cocksucker you are, Lisa. Your lips are like hot honey. Eat me."
His entire cock disappeared in the tight circle of her lips. She thought she could feel the head of his cock pressing back against her throat as it stuffed her mouth, sliding over her licking, curling tongue.
Her head began to slowly bob. Her lips dragged up, all the way up, then surged down clingingly again, her tongue working, flogging his wet flesh, her teeth scraping. She loved sucking cock and her brother's cock was special to Lisa. She knew every sensitive inch of it. If they lined up a hundred men and blindfolded her, she was sure she could suck all hundred cocks and still know her brother's instantly. She had been sucking on it for three-quarters of her life.
Her lips began to surge up and down. Her hair swayed over his trembling thighs. Her cheeks sunk in, hollowed, as she sucked avidly. Her eyes rolled back in her head with delight and passion.
Fred began to buck his hips wildly. His cock fucked in and out of her oval, clinging lips. She sucked as if life itself depended on it.
Lisa, as she hungered on her brother's fuckstick, had her brother by the balls and the world by the balls. She was rich and beautiful. She had a harem of boys, each with a big cock that she could sample to her heart's content, in any way she chose. She gave and she got. In getting all the fucking and sucking and eating that she hungered for, she also provided a way for the boys to rise in the world. Truly, her interest in the boys' education was secondary. Her main interest was in their cocks. She gave them pride and manhood as she fucked them and she provided an education for them, too. Lisa was not an altruist. She was getting what she wanted. Screwing. Cocksucking. Pussy eating. Lisa was not unselfish.
Fred came mightily in the hot cavern of his sister's sucking mouth. Her cheeks ballooned out as he filled her mouth with jetting, sticking sperm. Her Adam's apple danced as she greedily, hungrily, swallowed every thick gush of his come. Her lips surged hotly over his jetting prick, draining every drop from his throbbing cock as it erupted and erupted in her mouth. Her fingers squeezed his balls, as if trying to milk them of every last drop of sperm. Her other hand worked over his asshole, her long finger wiggling in and out deeply, thrilling him.
Lisa had what she wanted. It was secondary that the boys from the slums were getting an education at her expense. She had what she wanted: her harem of stiff, huge, stud's cocks.
