Ebersburg was a typical American small town in that nobody could care less about the sins committed behind closed doors. The usual sins were committed behind its twenty thousand some odd closed doors; incest, sodomy, adultery, child molestation, fellatio, cunnilingus, and perhaps even an incident or so of bestiality. It seemed, on the surface at least, that the real sin was in getting caught.
Poor Bev Cantrell, the buxom, attractive, and wildly passionate wife of the bartender at the Main Street Tavern, was caught. This in turn precipitated a series of erotic events involving some of the least likely people in town, including the young and handsome Reverend Doctor Wyndham Barker, rector of the Ebersburg Independent Congregational Church and his beautiful wife, Dianne.
It began on the hot summer night that Wyn and Dianne Barker were returning home from an evening visit to the minister and his wife of a neighboring town. Both had drank a considerable amount of nonalcoholic punch during the evening but Wyn had neglected to empty his bladder before leaving the party. Consequently, quite a bit before they reached home, the pressure became unbearable for Wyn and he told his wife: "Hon, I've got to stop somewhere along the road and go."
"Along the road?" she said. "Yes."
"But you can't do that. Good Lord, how would it look if somebody came along and caught you in their headlights? A man of the cloth? A minister? Can't you wait until we get to a service station or something?"
"No, I can't, dammit, Di," he said. "I'm about to burst, right now. The nearest service station is another five miles. I couldn't possibly make it. You want me to wet my pants?"
"Of course not, but-"
"Don't worry about it. The old deserted quarry road is only a few hundred yards ahead. I'll turn in there and shut off the lights and relieve myself."
Dianne Barker didn't answer.
A few seconds later, the reverend slowed their car and veered into a rutted dirt road that led to an old abandoned sandstone quarry. Dianne told him, "You'd better get around the first turn just to make sure nobody will see you from the highway."
"Right," he said.
A hundred yards down the road the car swung around a turn and then suddenly its glaring headlights brought the sight of a parked car into brilliant focus. Dr. Wyn Barker braked hard. Their car came to a halt. Both he and Dianne leaned forward, peering through the windshield unbelievingly at the tableau suddenly spotlighted before them.
In the parked vehicle a man was sitting sideways on the front seat, his feet and legs hanging out the door. His trousers were pooled around his ankles. Squatting before him was a woman. Her short skirt was hiked high up her gleaming white thighs, almost to the crotch, where one hand was enthusiastically manipulating herself. She had the man's erect phallus in her mouth and was vigorously bobbing her head back and forth. At the same time her free hand was caressing his bulging scrotum.
When the headlights of the Barker car cruelly lit the scene in a white hot glare, the woman immediately let the man's organ slip from her mouth, to protrude at a slightly upward angle, glistening slick and seeming grossly large. It wagged and jumped in a frustrated manner.
From inside the car a man's voice called out: "What'd you do that for, baby? You-you can't stop now! I-I'm about to go off. Hurry up, take it back in your mouth! . . . Oh, Ohhh! OOOHHHH! . . . OOH, SHIT, YOU-YOU'RE LOSING IT ALL! . . . Arrrrrggggghhhhh!"
At the same moment his big, bleating penis began to gush forth powerful, thick squirts of semen. The viscous gobs splashed against the side of the woman's face, as she had it turned, wide-eyed and shocked, right into the twin beams of merciless light. They plopped into her hair. They splashed against the front of her dress.
When she quickly turned her face away from the headlights in a belated effort to prevent recognition, the last few drops of the man's mighty spend splashed against that side.
All of this happened in a matter of seconds. Just as it was over, Dianne Barker squealed, "Oh, Wyn, for God's sake, get us out of here! What are you waiting for? Back up. Back up!"
The stunned young reverend then quickly threw the gear lever in reverse and guided by the fairly bright back-up lights, speeded in reverse around the curve and then all the way back to the highway, where it once again headed back toward town.
Slumped in the front seat Dianne said now in a hushed, almost awed voice, "Oh, that was terrible! I-I've never been so shocked in my life. How could that-that woman do such a vile thing?"
"I-I'm sure I don't know," Wyn answered in a shaken voice. "It-it was pretty obscene, I suppose."
"You suppose, Wyn? Why, she's nothing but an animal."
"Did you see who she was, Dianne?"
"Of course I did. And I suppose I shouldn't really be that surprised, all the rumors I've been hearing about her. But I never suspected that even Bev Cantrell would indulge in such a perverted act."
"She seemed to be more than indulging in it," Wyn commented, with a slight chuckle. "Looked to me like she was downright enjoying it, at least before we so rudely interrupted them."
"Wyn!" Dianne said, shocked. "How can you be so flip about this awful thing u .c's happened to us?"
He didn't answer. Instead he let out a low groan and suddenly leaned forward over the wheel. In the dull glow from the dash lights his face suddenly showed great strain. He seemed to be holding his breath.
"What is it, Wyn?" Dianne asked in some alarm.
He suddenly let out his breath in a great gushing sound and his lean, good-looking features relaxed. He once again leaned back in his seat. "Maybe we forgot why we turned down that quarry road, honey," he said. "But my bladder didn't."
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "You didn't-"
"I sure did," he told her. "Your friend, the Right
Reverend Wyndham Barker, just peed in his pants. And all over the seat of the car, to boot. But good."
"Oh, Wyn!" she squealed.
"Sorry about that. It couldn't be helped. Anyhow, I feel greatly relieved even though quite sopping. Nothing to worry about, really. Won't hurt the plastic seat cover and we'll be home in another twenty minutes or so. Now, then, back to what we were talking about. I wonder who the man was."
"What difference does it make, really? Although I've heard she's been bedding around with that big ruffian, Dirk Smithers, I don't believe it was him. Seemed to me the car had an out-of-state license."
"You noticed that?" Wyn asked, startled.
She nodded. "Just as we were leaving. Well, for some time now I've been looking for a chance to oust that terrible Cantrell woman off our church building committee-and maybe even right out of the congregation. Now I've got it." Her voice sounded suddenly triumphant.
"You can't stop her from coming to church," he reminded.
"No, but maybe it will now be too embarrassing for her to do so. The word will get around."
He sounded shocked. "You're going to tell people what we saw?"
"Not people. Just the other ladies on the committee. If one or two of them turn out to be blabbermouths, that's not my business."
"No, I suppose not." Wyn wanted to suggest that she just forget the whole thing, pretend it never happened. At this point he felt a little sorry for Bev Cantrell. She probably wondered who had been in the car that had caught her. What a horrible situation for a woman to be in. Especially since she knew that if that crazy, drunken bartender husband of hers, Mike, heard about it, he'd probably beat her within an inch of her life.
But he knew there was little point in bringing all this up to Dianne. He knew what a stubborn woman she could be and that she'd already made up her mind to dump Bev Cantrell from the church committee. The rest of the way home, nothing else was said about the subject but it was not really out of the minds of either of them, completely.
Wyn got out of his wet clothing, put on a robe and settled down in a bedroom armchair with his usual nightcap, a fairly good-size hooker of expensive Scotch, over ice, with a little water added, while he allowed Dianne to shower first. When they were first married, four years ago, Wyn had some trouble convincing Dianne that there was really nothing wrong with a minister having one little drink, before bedtime, to sort of relax him after the day's trying affairs.
At first, she was sure that he was doomed to burn in hell for this hedonist habit but gradually he was able to convince her that ministers were only human, too, and that many young men in his trying profession today used a sedative at night time to induce a fully relaxed sleep and that the medical profession recognized alcohol, in a limited amount, as one of the best and most natural of sedatives.
There were other things, though, that Wyn knew he could never talk her into accepting. Especially sexual practices that he sometimes fantasized about. Knowing Dianne so well, her background and puritanical beliefs, he knew better than to even try.
He had often wondered what it would feel like to have an attractive woman perform fellatio on him. Only, in the privacy of his own thoughts, Wyn didn't think of it in that scientific term; he thought of it as "getting sucked off." He had heard and read in medical tomes concerning married sex, that it was not unusual for many wives to so oblige their husbands-at least once in a while. But he had long ago given up any hope that Dianne would ever do that for him.
Now, though, sitting alone, sipping his Scotch and water, Wyn vividly recalled the scene they had interrupted on the old quarry road. My God, he thought to himself, the way she was going at it, you could tell she really loved it. She loved having that huge man's thing in her mouth, licking it, slavering over it, her full lips suctioning it.
It was funny, Wyn thought, but he had never really noticed before-or perhaps just hadn't paid any special attention to it-what a large, full and wet-lipped looking mouth Bev Cantrell had. He thought about that now. Was that why she was so endowed, in order to be able to take almost wholly into her mouth a penis of the size she'd had tonight?
Wyn estimated that it must have been a good eight inches long and half as thick again as his own. Was that what women who did that sort of thing liked, he wondered, to have a huge one like that? And suppose they hadn't been interrupted, would she really have let the man ejaculate into her mouth, taking that whole gushing fountain of sperm and swallowing it?
He suddenly became aware that under his robe his weapon was in full erection, standing straight up from his lap, throbbing and aching hard. He glanced toward the bathroom, where the shower water was still roaring. Quickly he flipped open his robe. He looked down at himself and said softly, "Wow! Look at that!"
He suddenly pretended that pretty Bev Cantrell was now kneeling in front of him. "How about that, Bev, not bad, eh? All nice and big and ready for sucking, honey. Go to it, darling, take the hot smooth head of that thing between your big, sexy-looking lips. Suck it and lick it and play with my nice balls and work up a real nice big load for me to shoot into your mouth."
Wyn groaned, the scene so real in his mind, he could almost feel the wet, velvety softness of her lips caressing his red and sensitive glans, her hand rolling his testicles around in her warm little palm. His truncheon jerked violently. He thought, My God, if she was doing it to me, I wouldn't last five minutes!
Just then he heard the shower cut off and guiltily he flapped the robe back over, covering himself. His erection went limp rapidly as he told himself that he should be ashamed of himself, having such thoughts, especially about a woman in his congregation and another man's legally wedded wife. At the same time, he thought, what man? Is Mike Cantrell, that drunken, abusive ass really a man? Or a husband, from rumors he'd heard. And if he was going to secretly lust after someone, why not Bev Cantrell? From what he'd heard, a lot of men in town had screwed her until a few months ago, she'd been taken over for private stock by Dirk Smithers, the deputy sheriff.
Wyn looked up now, as Dianne came into the bedroom from the bathroom, bringing with her the faintly sweet and soapy scent of a woman who has just carefully bathed. She was wearing a pair of black silk jersey pajamas. They were generally loose-fitting but the silk clung affectionately to her overlarge breasts that jounced and bobbled as she walked. It clung to the protruding tips, forming a straight line of black silk from one to the other.
Looking at her, Wyn Barker told himself that he must be crazy to ever even think about another woman when he was lucky enough to have such a beautiful one all to himself. His glance lowered from her bouncing breasts to the way the silk clung to the long, well-fleshed lines of her gorgeous legs. He again felt a stirring in his loins and he quickly finished his drink and stood up.
"Hurry, darling, and take your shower, so I can put the light out and go to sleep. I'm so tired."
He gave her a half-smirking, knowing look. "Very tired, honey?" he said. "Too tired?"
She looked straight into his eyes and said, rather languidly, "Well.. . "
That was enough for Wyn. He rushed into the bathroom, shucked off his robe, turned on the shower, adjusted the hot and cold faucets and stepped inside. As the water cascaded down upon him and he hurriedly soaped all of his six-feet-two, well-muscled frame, he wondered if perhaps tonight might be the night and he would finally make Dianne come.
It had never happened so far in their married life. When he sometimes questioned Dianne about this, she always dismissed it lightly. "I don't know why you're complaining," she'd say. "You're not missing out on anything; you have your climax. Anyhow, sweetheart, it's really not all that important. I understand some women never do but that doesn't mean they're freaks or something. It's just-well-the way they are. Besides, I really do enjoy sex with you, even without that. It's really very delightful. Isn't that what's actually important?" she'd ask reassuringly.
Wyn wasn't quite sure. Of course Dianne moaned and groaned and gasped a lot and wrapped her long, plumply soft legs around him and humped her buttocks up and down while they were doing it and he did enjoy that; it helped him rush on to his own climax. But sometimes he wished she'd really become abandoned. Wild and wanton. The way a woman behaved when she was in the throes of violent orgasm. He had heard a vivid account of how this could really be from a friend of his in divinity school who had dated a girl who reacted that way.
"Oh, man, Wyn, it was really something!" the friend told him. "She screamed and hollered as though she was having some kind of fit and just staying on her was like trying to ride a bucking bronco. And she was so wet my cock made a slushing noise going in and out of her and she kept begging, 'Fuck me, honey! Fuck me hard and fuck me good! Oh, I love your big wonderful cock, baby. Give it to me and never stop!' "
Remembering that story now, Wyn Barker wished that just once Dianne would be like that with him. Well, not really just once but at least once. Maybe she would be tonight. Perhaps that scene they had witnessed on the quarry road had actually aroused her as much as it had him, despite the things she had said about it. He stepped out of the shower, dried himself off and reached for his robe . . .
While Wyn was in the bathroom, Dianne Barker lay in bed, naked. As soon as Wyn left the room, she had taken off her pajamas, placed them carefully over a chair where he would see them when he came back, a signal she had always used" to let him know that she wouldn't mind a little lovemaking, as she always referred to it.
Now, stretched out nude under the clean white sheet, she noticed that her breasts felt unusually hard and sensitive tonight, the fat red nipples already aroused and sticking out as large as summer strawberries, as suddenly, for no apparent reason, the scene on the old quarry road flashed through her mind. Especially the part where she watched the unknown man's brutally large penis jerking and jumping and then spewing out his 'seed in great thick gobs, again and again.
She thought to herself, Good God, what would it be like to be married to a man with one like that. She had always thought that Wyn's was a pretty good size, about six and a half inches long, she estimated. But nothing like that one.
Could a woman even take a monster like that without being ripped open? She supposed so. She remembered that the first few times with Wyn, she had been terribly tight and uncomfortable but then gradually she was easily able to accommodate him. It would probably be the same with a real big one.
Suppose, she thought to herself, then, it was that man in the bathroom right now, instead of Wyn and in a few moments he'd be coming in here to give it to me? And suppose he'd make me take it in my hand and hold it and squeeze and play with it? Oh, how thick and hot and hard it would feel. And that enormous head on it would fill up my whole palm as I cupped it. And with my other hand he'd make me caress that huge bag of balls between his legs. I'd have to squeeze them gently, not too hard, as Wyn has taught me to do with his. That's where the sperm comes from, she thought, no wonder he shot such a big load, with a big pair like those.
As she was thinking all this, Dianne was unconsciously rubbing one of her big naked breasts, brushing her thumb against the hard, sensitive nipple. Her other hand was down below, rubbing the heel of it against her prominent, curl-covered mound. Below that she could feel the lips of her vagina getting moist and swollen.
But no matter what he did to try to force me, she told herself, I wouldn't suck it for him. I could never take that big, velvety smooth head of his prick into my mouth and lick it and suck it. Oh, no! That would be too much! Especially if he wanted to come in my mouth, too. At the same time she wondered what it would taste like. She had heard-or read-that a woman got used to the taste; in fact some women even grew to like it, to love it, couldn't ever get enough of it. But she knew she never could. Oh, it was just unthinkable!
She supposed that Wyn sometimes wished she could do it for him and sometimes she wished that she could, if it would please him so greatly but somehow she knew that this would never happen. It was-it was just too, too degrading. And unnatural, of course. Straight plain, good healthy sex was fine for a married couple, she knew, but anything else smacked of perversion. And perversion was sin. And those who sinned brought unthinkable punishment upon themselves.
And then she thought, My God, what I'm doing right now is sinful, thinking about another man's big, fat, hard sex organ, thinking all those nasty thoughts while my own husband is cleansing himself so that he can come to my bed and allow me to perform my wifely duty. I must stop right this minute and pray for forgiveness.
At that moment, Wyn emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but his robe. He saw right away that her pajamas had been discarded. He looked toward the bed. She was lying on her side, her back toward him. He looked at the smoothness of her naked arm and shoulder outside of the cover. He began to get hard, thinking how he'd like to go over there and strip the sheet away from her, feast his eyes on the beauty of her total nakedness and then do it to her with the light still on, so that he could look down and watch his cock ramming in and out of her wet cunt. He knew that some couples even had mirrors in the bedroom, placed so that they could watch themselves while they were fucking. Oh, God, how good that would be.
Then Dianne called softly, "Hurry up and put the light out, dear, and come to bed. I want you."
And that was that. Dianne had never consented to doing it in daylight or with the bedroom lights on and probably never would. He sighed, snapped off the light and took off his robe, moved through the darkness, toward the bed.
He gently peeled back the sheet and slid onto the bed beside her and carefully placed his hard and throbbing prong right into the cleft between her buttocks. At the same time, his hand reached around and cupped one of her breasts, so large it overflowed his palm, where the fat, dark red nipple was now nuzzling. He rubbed it in a rotary motion and gently squeezed. He felt her respond by pressing back against the rampantly stiff member lodged in her crack.
"Mmmmm!" she purred. "You really are ready tonight, aren't you? So am I, darling."
"Let's see," he whispered. He reached his other hand down and firmly cupped and rubbed her plump, hair-covered mound and at the same time let the tip of his forefinger move down and probe teasingly between the tops of her vaginal lips.
While he did this, he began moving against her, reveling in the delicious sensation of his blood-gorged staff, pressing deeper and deeper into the cleft between her buttock cheeks.
At the same time, he wished that Dianne had a bigger ass on her, not that it was too bad, really, but it was nothing like those he'd observed on some women, particularly that Bev Cantrell. He groaned aloud, thinking about her, now. She had the biggest behind and the roundest hips he'd ever seen on a woman. Oh, how would it feel to have his rigid cock rammed up against her sweet crack.
Wyn would bet that she wouldn't mind if once in a while he wanted to do it from the back, even doggy-style, for that matter. She'd let him, all right, and probably love it, too.
He became so additionally aroused, thinking about it, that unconsciously he reached down and forced open Dianne's legs from behind and guided the swollen head of his penis against the wet opening in her vagina.
As soon as she felt the hot smoothness of his glans touch her there, Dianne arched forward and away from him. "No!" she gasped. "Wyn, you know better!"
"Oh, please," he groaned. "Just once, please, Di? Why not?"
"You know," she chided. "I don't like to do it that way. It would make me feel like an animal, like an animal in heat being rutted. Now, behave yourself, Wyn. Come on, get on top of me, like always, so that you can suck my breasts while you do it. You know how I like that!"
Oh, sure, he thought to himself, what you like! Never what I'd like. What I'd like, once in a while is to talk dirty while we're doing it, to tell you how much I enjoy sucking your nice fat tits and to play with your cunt with my fingers, getting it all nice and juicy and then how good it is as I ram my big randy cock in and out of your nice hot pussy, in and out until I finally flood your whole tight cunny with a big load of come. Or to fuck you from behind, like the dogs do, while I reach around and feel your big hanging tits. Or to have you suck me off once in a while, to feel the come rushing up from my balls and squirting into your sucking mouth!
Almost instantly Wyn was ashamed of himself. He knew he was wrong. You didn't talk to a decent woman that way or expect of her things like that. Especially a minister didn't, not with a beautiful, saintly, loyal and loving wife such as Dianne was. What kind of a beast was he, to even think things like that? He should consider himself lucky that she even allowed him to take his pleasure with her proud and beautiful woman's body.
He moved over then between her widely spraddled legs and felt her reach down and gently take hold of his ragingly erect machine and gently rub the head of it, in a swabbing motion, between the soft, honeyed hotness of her love-lips. At the same time, his mouth found one of her breasts and he delightedly licked it all over, finally taking the plump, rubbery hardness of the big nipple between his lips. He tugged on it, then lashed it with his hot, wet tongue.
"Oh, Wyn," she gasped. "I love that! Oh, you love me so good, darling. Come on. I'm ready. Put it in!"
He felt her place the big blunt knob at the sticky entrance to her vaginal hole and he pushed, savoring the feel of the swollen head entering that creamy tightness. Suddenly he could wait no longer and rammed it all the way in until his testicles banged against the crack of her behind.
Dianne bleated her enjoyment and instantly threw her legs up and locked them around his waist as he began to slam it in and out of her like a wild thing. Pistoning, pumping in a furious assault on that slick, tight, hot place that was gripping his penis.
"Oh!" Dianne called out. "Oh, Oh, OH! Darling, not so fast! I-I want it to last awhile, tonight. Slow-slow down, dear!"
But he couldn't. As he was wildly rutting his wife, Reverend Wyndham Barker suddenly once again envisioned Bev Cantrell sucking the cock of the unknown man and now the gripping, hot wetness into which his own swollen prick was plunging in and out was not his wife's pussy at all. IT WAS BEV CANTRELL'S JUICY-LIPPED, HOT SLAVERING MOUTH, HER TONGUE HUNGRILY SWIRLING ABOUT HIS TORTURED COCKHEAD!
With a final abandoned, spastic hunching, he felt his semen drawing from his contracting testicles and then rushing through the length of his foraging member and finally spurting and spurting into the depths of the vagina he was plundering.
At that, Dianne bounced her buttocks up and down on the mattress and groaned, "Oh, Wyn, I can feel it. For the first time I can feel it squirting into me! Oooooooh!"
But then he was through and it was over. Still breathing hard, Dianne said into the darkness, "Oh, darn, Wyn, why did you have to finish so quickly? It-it was just getting good for me, better than it's ever been before. Why-I-I think, maybe if you'd taken it slow and easy, did it for a long time, I-I might even have had an orgasm."
"I'm sorry, Di!" he said, rolling off her, his penis already half limp. "That-well-it was very thoughtless of me. I don't know what happened but I just couldn't control myself. It was just too good, I guess."
She didn't say anything, didn't answer and he thought to himself, what a selfish jerk I am, not to have considered her feelings, too. At the same time, it occurred to him that she had never complained other times when he had come very fast. In fact sometimes, if he took too long, she would urge him to hurry up and finish. Maybe, he thought, just maybe, she's beginning to lose her inhibitions and getting ready to really-
Interrupting the thought, Dianne's hand reached out and patted his. She said: "It's all right, Wyn. I don't know what made me say something like that. It-it wasn't very lady-like. In sex, it's the woman's duty to see that her husband enjoys himself and not to worry about her own feelings. I don't know why I almost got carried away. Believe me, it won't happen again, darling."
Wyn suppressed a groan of disappointment, knowing that she was probably right. In almost all things Dianne Barker was a woman of extremely rigid control.
CHAPTER TWO
Being the county seat, Ebersburg had no law enforcement organization of its own but was policed by the county sheriff's department, headed by Chief Deputy Dirk Smithers. He was a rough, tough and nasty character, who ruled the town with an iron fist and a sneering, lecherous smile.
A lot of people wondered why the city manager and the town's council put up with him. He was strongly suspected of brutal treatment of criminals, especially females. It was said of him, in the vernacular of one of the town's bums, down at the Main Street pool hall, that Ol' Dirk, when he arrests some pretty chick, he books 'em, fucks 'em, and forgets 'em."
A lot of other people knew why the town's politicians put up with him, even under a lot of continuous public protest. In some ways, Smithers was what is known as "a good cop." He didn't take graft. He had such a tough reputation among the criminal element in the state that most of them avoided Ebersburg as a place to operate. He also knew where a lot of bodies were buried. He had something on the city manager and almost every councilman. Most important of all, he was the nephew and pride and joy of old Matt Smithers, the county sheriff, an extremely powerful office holder. Everybody knew that old Matt was due to retire almost any year and with his power of appointment would see to it that Dirk became the new sheriff.
At twenty-six, a bulky two hundred and fifty pound six-footer, with what was often described as a cruelly handsome face, a lot of women found Dirk Smithers sexually attractive. Some admitted it; many did not but secretly held a strong letch for him, anyhow. Part of the attraction was that Dirk had a reputation for being a tough customer with a woman, some even described him as a thoroughly sadistic brute who couldn't really enjoy sex unless at the same time he was able to hurt and humiliate a woman. A man of this type holds a bizarre attraction for some women.
Bev Cantrell knew all this and admitted it and to her close friends said that was the reason she was so crazy about Dirk, would do anything for him. Surprisingly, she also sometimes found him sympathetic, in his own gruff, tough way, to some of her personal problems. In turn, Dirk Smithers was intrigued by Bev's almost animal-like lustiness and obvious enjoyment of his sadistic practices.
Two days after the scene on the old quarry road, Bev was surprised by a visit from Dirk. He. had never come to her apartment before. When she answered the door, she was wearing nothing but a thin, summer wrapper. She said, "Dirk! What are you doing here? Are you crazy?"
He pushed past her, inside. "Don't worry about it," he said. "This is a big apartment building. I could be seeing anybody. I just heard a story about you and I wanted to check it out. I can see already, that it's true. The old man beat the shit out of you again, huh?"
Bev put the tips of her fingers gently to one of her eyes which was partially black and blue.
There was also a slight swelling on one jaw and her upper lip was puffy. She nodded.
"How come he got so mad? He knows you fuck around with other men."
"It wasn't just that. It was because Dianne Barker made me resign from the church committee. Mike said he had enough problems with his saloon, without asking for more trouble by getting the church people against him, after they found out his wife liked to suck cock."
Dirk chuckled. "Is that what he said? That shouldn't have bothered you too much. You know it's true. Who was the guy you were going down on when the minister and his wife accidentally caught you?"
She shrugged. "Some character named Jud. An encyclopedia salesman. He was an ugly little bastard but kind of fun and I didn't figure there'd be any problem when he asked me to meet him for a drink. You know, I figured I'd have some free drinks and some laughs and that would be it."
"Yeah, so then what happened?"
"Well, I guess I had too many drinks and well, you know how I get a little horny when I'm drinking."
"Yeah, a little is right," Dirk said sarcastically.
"Anyhow, we went out to the old quarry road and parked and sort of messed around, y'know? Then first thing I know, he's got me lying facedown on the front seat and I figured well, he just wants to do it to me from the back. A lot of men like it that way with me, that big behind I got on me. But then, all of a sudden, I feel him trying to get it into the other place!"
"Your asshole? So? Wouldn't be the first time for that, either."
"Dirk, you don't understand. This character had a joint you wouldn't believe. It was enormous! I knew he'd tear me apart if he tried to get that giant thing into my bunghole."
Dirk Smithers licked his lips. Bev's account of what had happened was getting him hot. The left side of his whipcord uniform breeches was already bulging, limning the big bow of his erect organ.
"Bigger than mine, even?" he said. He reached down and put his hand over the long lump in his pants, while Bev watched, fascinated.
"I-I'm afraid so," she said. "Maybe an-an inch longer but quite a bit thicker."
"Jesus, then it must've been eight or nine inches. So what did you do? How'd you stop him?"
"I tried to get away but the little bastard was much stronger than he looked. I knew he was going to force me, rape me up the ass and I was afraid of getting hurt too much. So I tricked him."
"How?"
"I finally told him okay, but to let me wet it for him good, first, so it would go in easier." She shrugged. "Well, that was the end of that. You know me. Once I get that thing in my mouth, no man's going to want me to stop. He didn't, either. And then suddenly, there was the sound of this car and headlights glaring right on us. I-I was petrified, Dirk. I've never been so humiliated in my life. Especially not knowing who it was or anything. And of course it did have to be that damned minister and his wife, of all people."
"Yeah," he said. "And now the story is all over town; you must really feel like a slut."
She bowed her head. "I do, Dark. I do. I-I don't know how I can ever face anybody again."
"Oh, stop whimpering about it. In a few weeks it'll all be forgotten. Everybody'll be talking about some other scandal. But what about Mike again? I'm surprised he didn't beat you up worse. That all he did, black your eye?"
She shook her head and opened up her wrapper. She was nude beneath it. She pointed to a black and blue mark on one of her apple-round, dark-nip-pled breasts. "He did this," she said. "And this." She pointed to another ugly twin fingerprint bruise on one of her plump but sleekly smooth thighs. Suddenly she shuddered. "But that wasn't the worst, Dirk."
"What do you mean?"
"After-after he ripped all my clothes off, he threw me on my back on the couch. He-well-he was acting like crazy. I've never seen him so bad, Dirk. He said, 'You filthy little cocksucking bitch, since I'm such a lousy fucking alcoholic that I can't get a hard-on anymore and can't do it to you myself, doesn't mean that you're not going to get it with something.' "
She paused and shuddered again. "I-I wasn't too frightened by that. He's used-well-things on me before, like a cucumber, a carrot, a real dildo. Anyhow, a few minutes later he comes back, carrying my electric hair curler. I-I couldn't believe my eyes, Dirk, as I watched him plug it into a socket. I tried to get up and run but he held me down. When I tried to scream, he covered my mouth with his hand. Then-then, when the curling iron was sizzling hot, he forced my legs apart. He said, 'Open up, bitch. You like something hard and hot up that horny snatch of yours, you're going to get it!' Then he moved the curling iron down between my legs. He brought it closer and closer. I could feel the heat of it and then it touched my hair down there and I heard it sizzle and I could smell it burning. And-and that's when I fainted," she ended.
"Jesus Christ!" Dirk said, shaking his head in wonderment.
"When I came to," Bev comtinued, "he was gone and-and I was all right. He really hadn't done it to me."
"Why do you stay with a son of a bitch like that?" Dirk asked. "Some day he's really going to hurt you. I mean, sure, I like to play it rough sometimes and whip your nice big ass a little with my riding crop, but that curling iron bit is too much. Why don't you wise up and get rid of that drunken punk?"
She shook her head. "I don't know, Dirk. I don't really know. I guess, partly because it's my fault that he drinks so much. He started the first time he found out I'd gone to bed with another man. And-and he does need me to take care of him. Besides, I always have the hope that some day he'll quit drinking and become a man again."
"Arrrgggh!" Dirk said. "I doubt that. But to hell with him. Did it ever occur to you that I might beat the hell out of you when I heard you'd gone down on some strange guy?"
Her eyes grew larger and her large, full lip parted. She snaked a tongue over her wet, bee-stung lower lip. "Oh, Dirk!" she half moaned. "Are you gonna? I-I know I deserve it."
He suddenly laughed, reached out a hand, ran under her wrapper and cupped her hot, hair-coven vulval area. His finger felt the plump lips open for him, wetly welcoming. "You'd like that wouldn't you, baby? You're getting nice and juicy, just thinking about it. But I'm going to fool you. Just because I know you want that, need it, I'm not going to give it to you."
She looked crestfallen. "But-but I should be punished," she whimpered.
"There are other ways," he told her. He pushed he wrapper off her shoulders, forced it down her arms, and let it drop to the floor. Both of his hands cupped her naked breasts, squeezing them hard, making her shiver with anticipation. Then he pinched the popped-out, arrogant, dark red nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"I don't know what it is about you, Bev. I've seen a hell of a lot of better bodies in my time but, somehow, yours turns me on more than any of them."
He ran his hands down over the lush curves of her ample hips. "Nice big hips," he murmured. He half turned her around and cupped the huge, full moons of her proud behind. "And the biggest, nicest ass I've ever felt." He pushed the milky white globes together, rolled them in his hands, pulled them apart. Then he ran his hand between her legs from behind.
"And one of the hottest, wettest, most talented pussies I've ever had," he groaned. "Oh, baby, it's sopping already. You want me to take care of that for you?"
Her hand was down, squeezing and rubbing the huge growth of his turgid tool, bulging out his breeches. "Oh, Dirk," she gasped. "You know I do. Come on, let's get to it!" Her hand moved to his belt, started to undo it.
He shoved her roughly away. "I'm calling this trick," he told her. "You don't do anything until I tell you to. Hear?"
She nodded, her gaze focused in passionate fascination on the lump in his pants now so long and thick it looked as though he had his nightstick shoved down in there.
"All right," he said. "Get over here and get down on your knees."
She obeyed, kneeling humbly in front of him, her breathing heavy now. "Don't take my pants down but open my fly and take out my cock and balls."
Tremblingly, she did so, gasping with delight as she pulled forth his ragingly hard cock, feeling its feverish thick hotness jumping and throbbing in her gentle fingers.
"Take your hand off it," he ordered. "And take out my balls. And easy. If you hurt them, I'll kick your teeth out."
"Oh, I won't, I won't!" she murmured. Her hand reached deep into the opened V of his fly and lifted out his round, hairy testicles. She cupped them and caressingly rolled them around in the palms of her hands.
"Now suck them," he told her. "Lick those nice big, hot, sweaty balls of mine and take them one by one into your mouth."
Quickly, she did as she was told. Her long, wet red tongue flicked out and pushed at the dangling globes, licked them, laved them, tickled them, as Dirk moaned his delight at the delicate, wet, feathery touch. Then she took turns taking each of his great, round male jewels into her mouth. She rolled them around in there with her tongue.
"Oh, beautiful!" Dirk exclaimed, his long, thick, swollen shaft jumping and bobbing excitedly at the tender ministrations going on below it. "Now, frig yourself while you do it!"
She quickly reached down between her legs and began rubbing herself. Dirk listened to the wet, slushy sound of her fingers in her creamy wetness. He said: "Oh, listen to that, baby! Sucking my nuts and frigging yourself, you've already got that thing sopping. I'll bet your clitty is standing up like a wet pencil eraser, isn't it? Rub that hot little button, Bev, and get yourself off while you work up a big load in my balls for later."
Her breath was coming harshly through her nose now, as she continued to suck his swollen testes, along with little whimpering sounds of delight. He looked down and saw her wide, smoothly fleshed hips humping back and forth with the rhythm of her frigging fingers. Her breasts were jouncing and jiggling crazily as she began to go: "Mmmmmmmmm! Nnnnnnnhhh! MMMMMMAARRRRRMNNNNNNNHHH!"
"That's it, girl," he encouraged her. "Come all over your fingers. Let it run down your legs. Oh, baby, what a good come you're having, huh?"
Then suddenly, he put a hand on her forehead and pushed her away. "That's enough of that. Now, we'll try something else. Go get that dildo of your old man's you're always talking about."
She looked up at him, pleadingly. "Oh, Dirk, must I? I don't want that. I want this!" She reached out and clasped his wagging, iron-hard, swollen-veined prick.
He slapped her hard across the face, knocking her sideways to the floor. "Don't argue with me, cunt," he told her. "Do as I say!"
She slowly got to her feet and moved toward the bathroom. While she was in there, Dirk called out, "Run the thing under the hot water faucet so it'll feel like the real thing."
A few moments later, she returned, holding an imitation phallus made of flesh-colored hard rubber. It was a little over six inches long and molded in minute detail, even including veins and a pronounced ridge at the base of the glans and below that a simulated bulge of flesh representing a pushed-back foreskin.
Looking at it, as Bev held it by the artificial testicles that were part of it, Dirk Smithers said, "Wow, that is pretty realistic, isn't it? I guess it probably is the next best thing to getting the old hot meat itself."
"What do you want me to do, Dirk?" Bev asked in a small, excited, almost little girl's voice.
"What do you think? I want you to fuck yourself with it, while I watch. Get on the couch, on your back."
As she did his bidding, he stood beside her and spread her legs wide, revealing the wet glistening hairs around her portal, and the swollen, moist outer lips parted and still dewed with her own juices, and the slick, bright pink inner lips nestling beneath.
"Mmmmm! That's a nice hot-looking gash, just dying to be filled, if I ever saw one," Dirk told her. "Okay, get to work with that thing and give me lots of action to watch, really ram that thing in and out of there."
Dutifully, she obeyed. She placed the bulbous glans of the hot dildo between her lips, letting out a little groan of pleasure at the contact, and rubbed it up and down a few times and then with a cry of pleasure, forced the big, smooth crown into her opening.
"That's it," Dirk encouraged. "Just fuck yourself with the head of that thing at first and then inch, after inch, get it all the way in to the balls. Oh, sweetie, this is really kicks. I don't know why I never thought of it before. It'll probably even be better watching a real live cock screw you, when I get some other guy to do it while I watch."
"What other guy?" Bev gasped, as she now worked half of the dildo into her wetly sucking groove.
"I dunno, maybe my nephew, Tammy."
"Tammy Farr? Why, he's just a kid."
"That's what you think. He may be very young but he knows how to fuck. He's been doing it since he was fourteen. You ask some of the young married women in town that he's had. They'll tell you what a good stud he is. He'd fuck the belly off you if I gave him the chance."
The idea seemed to excite Bev and now she worked the dildo in and out furiously, beginning to buck her hips and hump her buttocks up and down on the bed. Dirk Smithers moved up beside her head so that his stiffly thrumming dingo stuck out straight over her face.
"Okay," he said. "While you're giving yourself a nice hot fuck, take my cock and rub it against your tits and then give it a good juicy suck."
Eagerly her free hand seized the thick, hot shaft of his love muscle, toyed with it a moment, as she said, between gasps of enjoyment at the reaming going on between her legs, "Mmmmm, Dirk, I just love yours, honey. Especially the knob on the end of it. It's different from a lot of men's."
"How?"
"Well, I've seen them shaped, well, sort of like helmets or maybe acorns or even mushrooms. Yours, though, is kind of like a big bullet, fatter than the rest of it."
"That's what feels good when it first goes in, isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah, honey," she moaned and raised and twisted a little so that she could bring the bulbed tip of his pole into contact with the cherry-pit hardness of her nipple.
"Yeah, that's good," Dirk murmured. "Mmmmm, your nipples are just as hot and hard as my cock. Do you like it, too?"
"Oh, do I! I once knew a girl who used to like to make a man come all over her tits. She said it drove her wild to feel that warm, sticky cream splashing all over her nipples, drenching her tits. You ever do that, Dirk?"
"No. There are better places to shoot that stuff."
"like here?" she said, raising and twisting her head and taking the whole smooth, fat head of his glans into her mouth.
He felt the delightful sensation of her tongue swirling and twirling, teasingly, over the heated, supersensitive flesh, while her hand now busied itself with fondling, tumbling and milking the fat, double-bulged sac beneath his penis.
"Oh, baby, that's good!" Dirk said, with a guttural groan. "Just suck the head of it like that and pretend it's my kid nephew, Tammy, fucking you like crazy While you're doing it."
The sucking action of her wet, fetid mouth increased as Dirk watched her plunge the dildo in and out of her now dripping cunt, faster and faster. Her buttocks were now bouncing up and down wildly. She threw her feet and legs into the air and wild, whimpering, groaning sounds issued through her nose and Dirk knew she was in the throes of violent orgasm. He almost went off himself and only at the last moment prevented it by pulling his steaming prick from her mouth, with a wet, popping sound.
She squealed, "Oh, Dirk, why did you do that? You were just about to come at the same time I was. I wanted to feel it squirting into my mouth, taste its saltiness." She reached for it again, but he swung out of the way.
"I know," he said. "You got me so damned hot, watching you suck and fuck yourself with that artificial dick, I almost blew my nuts. And I'm not ready yet,' he admitted.
"Oh, then that means you're going to fuck me," Bev said happily. "That's beautiful, Dirk. Hurry up and take your uniform off. I want to feel your big, husky naked body against mine while you do it to me." She was still slowly, gently working the dildo in and out, in the aftermath of her climax and in preparation for the next one.
"Uh-uh," he told her. "I don't really have time. I've got to be at the courthouse in about twenty minutes to authorize a warrant. Besides, it'll be something new and different to ram it to you, while I'm fully dressed."
"Oh, I don't care, Dirk. Just come on, then, get that big thing down here between my legs." She slid the glistening wet dildo out, in anticipation of something better.
"I got a better idea," he said. "Get up on the couch on your hands and knees."
"Oh, goody, Dirk! I love it doggy-style."
He didn't say anything until after she was up on her hands and knees, the great, smooth rounds of her enormous ass jutting provocatively. She swayed them back and forth invitingly. Dirk gave her plump cheeks a couple of hard but playful smacks, watching the firm flesh bounce. Then he reached out with both hands and squeezed them until she cried out. Finally, he told her, "Take that dildo and stick it back up in your cunt."
"What?" she said, surprised. "But if I do that, how will you-"
He gave her trembling buttocks a hard clout, interrupting her. "Dammit, do as I say! What I'm going to do is fuck you up the ass while you frig your cunt with the dildo. It'll be like having two guys at the same time. Pretend the dildo is Tammy's stiff young prick fucking you while I ream your pretty bunghole."
"Oh, no, Dirk!" she protested. "Please, no! You know how it hurts me back there!"
"Yeah. At first but then you get to love it. And I do, too. That extra tightness makes me blow my lump real good. Now get that other thing in there."
He watched her reach down between her legs and insert the dildo and begin moving it in and out. He kneeled behind her and placed the length of his long, thick, hotly pulsing pole full against the long, deep crack dividing her superb buttocks. She let out a little cry of delight, feeling the heat and hardness of it against that sensitive place.
Dirk worked it around there for a few moments, letting out little grunting sounds of pleasure. Then he said, "All right, baby, now you're ready for the double-fuck. You've got Tammy's hot, hard young whang in your cunt and now you're going to get an even bigger one all the way up your butt-hole. Right up to the balls. You're going to be so full of hot meat, you'll come a hundred times."
With that, he spat on one hand, rubbed the spittle over the blunt, rubbery glans of his penis, then parted her fat, rosy cheeks. He carefully placed the big bullet of flesh against the pink, faintly puckered entry and began to press, gently, at first, then harder and harder, as Bev cried out, "Oh, no! NO, DIRK, YOU'RE KILLING ME!"
"Yeah?" he answered. "What a beautiful way to die, huh?"
Suddenly, the whole knob of his truncheon popped its way into the tight hole he had been probing. Dirk gave a big "AHHHHH!" of satisfaction while a small scream issued forth from Bev's throat. He patted the soft, resilient flesh of her big, thrusting ass cheeks encouragingly. "Easy, baby," he coaxed. "You've already got the worst part in-or the best, I guess it is. The rest'll be easy. Mmmmmmm! That's it, you hot bitch!"
As he rammed in another inch, he felt Bev push back respondingly, sucking yet another inch of his hot, throbbing, thick instrument into her tightly resisting anus. At the same time she began to wield the dildo in and out of her slavering vagina with greater and greater rapidity.
"Yeah, yeah!" Dirk grunted. "Tammy's giving it to you real good in the front part, while I gun it up my own pretty, tight little hole. My God, your asshole holds it as tight as a greased fist. Oh, man, I love it this way!"
He had it all the way in now, his pleasure increasing from the soft feel of her great fleshy behind pressed tightly against his loins. He let it stay all the way in for a moment, soaking there, feeling his tortured penis trying to throb and jump against the tight, hot imprisonment in which it was held.
Then he slowly eased it almost all the way out, until only the head was imbedded and then suddenly plunged it all the way back in to the hilt. Bev let out a long, keening cry, half pain, half unbelievable delight. Now Dirk impaled her with a succession of fast, grinding thrusts, in and out, in and out.
As he did so, he said, breathing hard and raggedly like an animal, "There! Is it getting better, Bev? Does it still hurt? You'd better hurry up and come. I dos't know how much longer I can last."
"Ohhhhh! AAAAAAHHHHH! Oh, yeah, it still hurts a-a little but it's beginning to feel nice, too! Mmmmmm! OOOHHHAAHH! Oh, that's good. Do it slow like that for a while!"
Now he worked the full length of his swollen prong slowly, deliberately, in and out of her hot tight channel, savoring the way her anal muscles now gripped it, the way she began to weave her ass and thrust it back at him as though demanding more and more.
"If you think this is good, Bev, wait'll I bring Tammy up here and we both do this to you. You'll really go crazy, with a young guy's live prick humping your hot cunt while I drive the spike up your asshole."
She could do nothing but emit a series of long groans at this and Dirk heard the dildo slushing in and out of her soggy sex opening as she thought about what he had said, wanting it that way, wishing the younger man was there right now, with his hard, white hot ramrod fucking her fast and furiously, while Dick's pistoned in and out of her sucking behind.
Just thinking about how good the real thing would be, Bev began to come, just as Dirk increased the speed of his own thrusts to the point where his pelvis slapped hard against her projecting behind with each furious jab. Slap, Slap, SLAP! it went. She felt as though the big, knobby head of his thing was slamming deep into her bowels.
"OH! OOOOOHHHH! ARRRRGGGH!" she screamed. "I-I CAN'T STOP CUMMMCUMMMMMMIIIINNNGG!! "
She suddenly took her hand from the dildo, leaving it deeply imbedded in her vagina where the trained muscles up in there milked and sucked at it. At the same time, she looked back between her legs and watched Dirk's huge bag of balls, swollen with their fiercely worked-up load of sperm, swinging back and forth. As she continued to spasm violently, she reached back and captured his swinging balls in her hand. She gently squeezed and fondled them, while Dirk cried out, "Oh, yes, BABY! OH, YES, I LOVE THAT! PLAY WITH THOSE BIG HOT NUTS, YOU HORNY BITCH, WHILE I GET THEM OFF INTO YOUR GORGEOUS ASSHOLE WITH THE BIGGEST FLOOD IT'S EVER HAD!"
Groaning and grunting and crying out his ecstasy, Dirk now pumped his hot torpedo in and out of her vise-tight sheath in complete, crazed abandon as he felt his seed begin to work its way from his sac, all along the length of his penis, then suddenly begin to spit and squirt its way into the depths of her anal cavity. He felt as though he was coming as he never had before. He did so much he felt it backing up along the length of his plunging prick and then with each final thrust and withdrawal, being forced out and squeegeeing into his pubic hair and running down onto his balls and onto Bev's hands, still toying there, trying to milk out every possible last drop from them.
A few minutes later, he eased his limp phallus out of its now cream-flecked trap. He half pushed Bev off the couch. "Go get a washcloth and towel and clean off this prick you got so dirty, slut!" he growled.
She ran for the bathroom and returned a moment later, with a wet, warm cloth and a soft fluffy towel. She carefully cleaned and dried his sagging member, still swollen larger than normally, even though it was no longer stiff. She cooed in a completely satisfied manner as she did this, softly telling Dirk how great it had been. Then she bent and her thick, warm, moist lips bestowed a series of kisses all over his penis and then gently took the firm but softened head into her loving mouth for one farewell suck.
Dirk laughed at this and patted her gently on the head. "You're not a bad kid, you know that," he said. He stood up and tucked his pecker back into his fly, zipped it up. "Listen, you know what, Bev?"
"What, hon?"
"The more I think of that bitch of a minister's wife, Dianne Barker, getting you thrown off the church committee, causing you to get beaten up by your old man, making you a dirty joke all over town, the more it pisses me off. Who the hell does she think she is, that holier-than-thou slut? Her, with her high and mighty ways! I can't stand an uppity broad like that. She was probably just mad because the preacher isn't hung like that guy was you were giving a blow job. I think we ought to fix her big, stuck-up ass for doing that to you."
"How?"
"I haven't completely figured it out yet but I got some ideas. For one thing, maybe you could get her old man to fuck you. That would be a little bit of revenge."
Bev gasped. "Oh, I couldn't do that! To a minister? To a man of the cloth? Oh, no, Dirk!"
"Don't be silly. Just because he wears a collar backward, he's still a man, ain't he? Hasn't he got a dick, just like everybody else? And you know the saying-a stiff prick has no conscience. Even with a minister. All you have to do is figure how to get that thing hard for him and he'll slip it to you."
She shook her head. "Oh, I don't see how I could."
"We'll find a way," he told her. "And I think I know how to work the same thing with that haughty bitch of a wife of his. If I can once get her fucked by another man beside her husband, I'll have her by the short hairs of her snatch. I've got a pretty good idea how I'll manage that, too. You wait and see, baby, we'll get even with those two assholes. Okay?"
She nodded dubiously. Then Dirk slammed her smartly on the behind and left the apartment.
CHAPTER THREE
Tammy Farr, although he was Dirk Smithers' nephew, was completely opposite in every possible way, except one. Whereas Dirk's good looks were dark and sullen, Tammy was fair and sandy-haired. His build was tall, lean and whip-like, as opposed to Dirk's burliness. He was also warm,-likeable, with a quick boyish laugh that most women thought of as "cute." Nearly everybody in Ebersburg either hated or feared Dirk. Hardly anybody disliked Tammy. Not only because he was a star athlete on the town's semi-pro football and baseball team but also because he was a genuine,-likeable person.
The one thing the two men had in common was a fiercely lusty appetite for the opposite sex. Which, most of the time, made that their favorite subject of conversation.
It was said that every young girl in town had hot pants for young Tammy Farr and would gladly pull them off for him, at the slightest opportunity. Most of them never got this. Tammy liked older women. As he put it: "Most young chicks don't even know what it's all about. They think it's a big deal if they move their ass a little and give a couple of grunts, while you're givin' it to 'em. Me, I'll take some cute housewife whose old man is not givin' her enough, any day. They appreciate what they're gettin' and will break their hump to give you the best lay you're ever had, to make sure you'll come back for more."
Dirk Smithers pretty much agreed with this philosophy, except for one young girl in the town. Her name was Kitty Robbins and Dirk said he could get an erection, just thinking about her. She was not a strikingly pretty girl but there was a quality of fresh, sweet-faced innocence about her face, framed by a fall of long, silvery blonde hair, that excited his imagination. Even her eyes, blue as cornflowers, held a wide, naive, little-girl look. Only about five feet three, Kitty was nevertheless perfectly proportioned, short-waisted, long-legged, with hard young buttocks round as volley-balls, and firm, highly set breasts that always looked as though they were straining to burst through her bra. Kitty was sixteen years old.
Dirk Smithers was sitting alone in his cruiser parked near the Bijou Theater, watching Tammy Farr, a few doors down in front of the malt shop, talking with Kitty. Finally they parted with friendly waves of the hand and Tammy moved toward the cruiser.
"Hi, kid, get in a minute," Dirk ordered. "I want to talk with you."
"Sure thing," Tammy answered, trotting around the car and getting in from the other side. "What's up?"
"My cock, man, that's what's up." He laughed quickly. "Not really, of course, but damned close to it. I was thinking, if that was me standing so close to that hot little cunt, Kitty, instead of you, I'd probably have to throw her right down on the sidewalk and bang her good, right there."
"Oh, come on, Dirk," Tammy chuckled. "You wouldn't do a thing like that. You know she's probably cherry. It wouldn't even be worth it."
"Yeah. Some guys go for that but not me. The one time I did it, I had a sore cock for a week. I like it nice and tight, but not that way and the blood bit turns me off, too. So why don't you break it in for me, Tammy? I know goddamned well she goes for you, big. You can tell by the way she looks at you. And I know that sweet and innocent type, too. Once they get started, get well broken in, they get wild for it, they become a piece of ass that'll sock it to you so hard it'll make your balls explode."
Tammy shook his head. "Forget it, Dirk. She's too damned young for me. You know I don't go for that young stuff. It's not only not much good but if you ever get caught, it's statutory rape and besides, they're so damned dumb they don't know how to keep from getting pregnant. I won't go through that routine again. Once was enough."
"Aw, that was three years ago that you got the banker's daughter knocked up. Today, even most young kids know how to take care of themselves, take the pill or at least know how to douche with a bottle of cola. And you might be very wrong about Kitty. She looks like a hot rock to me. Anyhow, keep it in mind and if you ever do rip it off, remember, I want seconds."
"Sure, Dirk," Tammy said, grinning.
"But that isn't what I really wanted to talk about. You heard what happened to my friend, Bev Cantrell, didn't you?"
Tammy nodded a little uneasily.
"Well, I've been thinking about a way to get even with that damned minister's wife, Dianne Barker-and maybe that prissy-looking husband of hers, too-for making poor Bev a town scandal. Incidentally, kid, I've known for a long time that you've had a yen for that nice big ass of Bev's. I think I can fix you up."
"Aw, Dirk, you know I wouldn't want to fool around with any chick of yours."
"You wouldn't, huh?" Dirk asked with a sneering laugh of disbelief.
"Well, you know, I mean, well, maybe if you were through with her or something and wouldn't mind."
"I ain't through with her. She's too good a piece. But I found out today that there's something she digs and I'd like to try it. She's horny to take on two guys at the same time. You know, blow one guy while she's being fucked by the other and then maybe take them both on in a sandwich job."
Tammy's round-faced, boyish good looks showed surprise. "You mean-"
"Sure. One up the back and one up the front."
"How-how do you know she'd like that?"
"Never mind. I know. And it's all set for us. Of all the guys I know, she probably digs you the most. She's heard what a great stud you are. So there's no problem. Except that you've got to do me a favor, first."
"Sure. What is it?"
"You've got to fuck the minister's wife, Dianne Barker."
Tammy Farr almost slid out of the seat. His mouth gaped. His chin dropped. "You've got to be kidding! Nobody's ever going to get any of that stuck-up stuff, except her husband."
"You could be so wrong. How do you know until you try? You know, sometimes a broad like that is actually dying for some strange cock but, because of her looks and personality, she scares most guys off. I know about those things. A few years back, you remember a school teacher, name of Miss Priddy?"
"Sure," Tammy said. "Used to walk around with her head in the air and a look on her face as though the whole world stunk. All the guys used to say she probably had such a cold cunt that she had to piss extra fast to keep it from freezing."
"I know," Dirk said. "They couldn't have been more wrong. She had the hottest, nicest, juiciest pussy I've ever fucked."
"You did it to Miss Priddy?" Tammy asked in an awed voice:
"Yeah. Old Iceberg Thelma, as some of the guys called her. You know why she went around looking like that, all the time and was cold and rude to men?"
"Uh-uh," Tammy shook his head.
"She told me why. Because she was afraid of herself. She had to keep men away from her, especially her being a school teacher and all, because she was basically so damned hot that she knew once she started screwin', she couldn't stop, could never get enough. She didn't dare go out on a date or be friendly to men so that they might ask her for one because she knew damned well she'd wind up in the sack with the guy, give him the hottest fuck he'd ever had and then it would get all over town. Or at least the guy would be back for more and more and somebody would tumble to her problem."
"Oh, Christ, Dirk, that's fabulous. How'd you get to make it with her?"
"Well, I always figured she wouldn't be bad-looking, once she wiped that snotty look off her face. And you remember she did have a good pair of knockers, nice legs, and a pretty good ass on her."
Tammy nodded.
"So one night her car broke down and I came along and gave her a ride home. She had a big bag of groceries and I carried them up to her apartment for her. As we were going up the stairs, her in front of me, I looked at that ass swinging back and forth and I tells myself, Dirk, you're going to take a whack at that, no matter what happens. I decided to use the old shock treatment a real cocksman once taught me about. He said, five times out of six, it may get your face slapped but that sixth time will really pay off."
"What kind of shock treatment?"
"Well, in the kitchen, after I set the groceries on the table and she wouldn't have the slightest notion that anything like that would happen-she was just in the act of thanking me-I moved close, ran my hand up under her skirt, pushed it inside her panties and took a gentle but firm hold, right on her snatch. At the same time, I said, real forceful-like, 'I'm going to fuck you, honey! Real good, just like you've wanted for so long!' "
"Oh, wow!"
"Wow is right. She let out this surprised gasp. That snooty look fell right off her face and her eyes got that hot, passionate look instead. 'Oh!' she cried out. 'Oh! Oh, no!" But even while she was saying that, she began to hump against my hand and that hotbox of hers got all nice and creamy. At the same time, I got like an instant hard-on. I took her hand and put it on it. She liked to squeeze that thing to death, right then. The next minute, she almost tore my clothes off. I give it to her on the kitchen table and then on the floor. She started to come before my schlong was halfway in and she didn't stop for the next twenty minutes. I had to go twice more with her, in the bedroom, before she'd let me go. After each time, she cried and kissed me all over and thanked me and told me how bad she'd needed it and I was the first man in a year and a half who'd had sense enough to realize it."
"You kept givin' it to her, after that?"
"Sure. Three or four times a week, once she found out I knew how to be careful and not let anybody tumble to what was going on. I had it like that until the end of the semester when she was transferred to a school in another part of the state. Anyhow, kid, you just might, just might, run into the same thing with that cold-looking Dianne Barker bitch. She just might be needing a good young stud like you to take up where her old man leaves off."
"Hey!" Tammy said suddenly. "Talk about the devil! Here she comes."
Dirk looked around and saw Dianne Barker, carrying several packages, starting to walk past the car. She was wearing a red knit dress that clung revealingly to her large, jutting breasts and outlined the shapeliness of her long and lovely legs.
Dirk poked his head out the window. "Mrs. Barker?" he called. "May I have a word with you?"
She paused, looked back, saw who it was and frowned disapprovingly. She had never tried to make it any secret that she had little use for Dirk Smithers as a man or as an officer of the law.
"Yes, Deputy Smithers?" she said in a frigid manner.
He stared boldly, leeringly, straight at the twin bulges of her breasts pushing at the bodice of her dress. "Sorry to bother you," he told her. "But I'm rather surprised at a woman of your background and status in the community."
"What do you mean?" she asked in an icy manner, her fine brows arching.
"Well, I'd have thought when you were witness to a crime, that you'd report it to me, instead of a lot of other people," he said.
Her mouth opened in surprise but no words came out.
"And you know, lewd and lascivious behavior in public, is a crime, don't you? Or maybe you didn't think what Bev Cantrell was doing with that big thing was lewd and lascivious at all, personally, even though you made a lot of other people think you did. Is that the explanation?"
Dianne Barker's face turned crimson. For a moment she looked as though she might have a heart attack. Then, slowly, she pulled herself together. "Oh! Oh! OH! How dare you talk to me that way, you disgusting man, you! I-I can't take much more of you. Either this town has got to get rid of you or I'll have to leave!"
Dirk Smithers just gave her an evil grin. "Better start packing, sister. I ain't about to go anywhere."
She tossed her head proudly, jutted her breasts out even more prominently, and stalked off.
"How about that?" Smithers laughed. "Really got her shook, didn't I? But I can't stand an uppity dame like that, kid. I'd like to make her eat her own shit which she obviously thinks is so hot. You going to try to help me? Just think about those big tits of hers, how good they'd taste and how she'll buck and howl when you make her come."
"Oh, man, you sure make it sound like a wild trip. Maybe I ought to give it a try."-
"You got every chance. You go over there once a week to do odd jobs for the Barkers. Maybe we can figure some way to make sure the reverend isn't there the next time you go."
"Lemme think about it," Tammy said, more and more intrigued, his imagination going to work, thinking about how good the statuesque Dianne Barker would look, naked.
First, though, that afternoon, Tammy Farr, who made his living as a maintenance and odd job man, had another job to take care of. In fact two of them. The first one was to sweep and hose down the patio area around the pool at the Drummond residence. The second, was to take care of Mrs. Lola Drummond.
Lola, at thirty-five, was the attractive wife of the town's leading insurance broker, a man some twenty years older than she was. Until Tammy came along, in the ten years of her marriage, she'd never cheated on her husband, even though most of the time, after they had intercourse, she felt frustrated, unrelieved. Sometimes, so much so that after she was sure that her husband was asleep, she would go to a bathroom at the other end of the house and masturbate until she achieved climax. During these episodes she nearly always fantasized that some good-looking and virile man, considerably younger than herself, was mounted on her.
She was a tall, willowy redhead, small-breasted but with long, shapely legs and a compact little behind. She also was a quietly intelligent woman, very active in church and community affairs. There had never been even a breath of scandal about her. She nearly always sat out by the pool reading while Tammy did his work, but because of her quiet, reserved demeanor and spotless reputation, he had never even given a thought to making a pass at her. She just wasn't the type, he'd decided.
Along about his sixth visit there, after he'd finished cleaning up the patio and was about to leave, Lola Drummond called to him, "Tammy, would you please come over here for a minute?"
She was reclining on a chaise lounge, wearing a short beach robe that revealed her attractive legs up to mid-thigh. She set down the paperback book she had been reading, as Tammy approached.
"Yes, ma'am?" he said curiously.
"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"
He shook his head.
"You're a very attractive young man and I've been wondering about something."
"What's that, Mrs. Drummond?"
"I'll bet you have some good times with some of the wives at the different places you work, don't you?"
"Oh, no," he said, surprised. "I wouldn't do anything like that. I have too much respect for married women. Besides, what would they want with me, just an odd-job man?"
"I can think of a number of things," she told him with a quiet smile. "And knowing some of the women that you do work for, I'm sure that at least some of them wouldn't be above making a pass at a good-looking boy like you. Now, 'fess up, don't they?"
Tammy had long ago learned that it was not a good idea to brag about his sexploits with the young wives in the town. In fact he never told anybody about them, except Dirk Smithers, whom he knew wouldn't repeat the stories. He decided to play it that way now, even though he wondered, with considerable surprise, if this was Lola Drummond's way of making a pass at him.
Again, he shook his head. "Oh, no, ma'am. I'm afraid you're mistaken. I-I don't mix pleasure with business. It-it doesn't pay."
She gave a little amused chuckle. "Well, Tammy, I have a pretty good notion that you're lying but I'll also give you credit for being very tactful and not a tattletale."
With that, she stood up and moved toward the house. "Okay, Tammy," she said. "Good-bye. I'll see you next week."
Inside the house, Lola Drummong went straight to her bedroom. She shrugged out of the robe she'd been wearing and stood naked, in front of the mirror. She turned this way and that, studying her body. She had the very white, unusually smooth skin of the true redhead. A thick tuft of red curls bushed out from her prominent mound. Her breasts were not much larger than halves of lemons but each was topped by an unusually elongated, pale pink nipple. Now, thoroughly aroused, they stood out nearly an inch long. She cupped them and squeezed the long nipples between her fingers, letting out little moaning sounds.
"You damned fool," she told her reflection. "You chickened out at the last minute. What's the matter with you? You found out what you wanted to know, that Tammy doesn't blab about his affairs. Why didn't you go ahead with it?"
She really wasn't quite sure. She thought that perhaps because taking on a young lover was something she might have dreamed about but never really contemplated until she found out the day before yesterday that her husband was sleeping with his new secretary. And even though she was determined to get even with him by playing the same game, it just wasn't an easy step for her to take.
She shook her head, annoyed with herself, and moved to the bed, fell back upon it. While one hand continued to toy with her aching hard nipples, the other moved down between her widely spraddled legs. She caressed the tufting red hair and then slid a finger below, found that her clitoris was already erect and moistly waiting. As she diddled it, she murmured aloud, "Oh, Tammy!
Tammy, how I wish you were doing this to me!"
Later, as she furiously plunged two fingers in and out of her sopping little well as a violent orgasm began to build in her, she screamed, "Oh, yes! OH, YES, TAMMY! THAT'S RIGHT, DEAR, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME! OOOOOHHH! MMMMMHHHH!" She came twice in rapid succession and then lay back, exhausted.
At the same time. Tammy Farr was pondering Lola Drummond's rather strange questioning of him. For a while he wondered if this had been her way of making a pass, but then he dismissed the idea. He was crazy. Mrs. Drummond wasn't like some of the others. He could usually spot right away when a woman was a hotbox. This one had never shown any of the signs.
The following week, when he returned to work at the Drummonds, he received the surprise of his life. Again, Lola was sitting by the pool, wearing her short beach robe, reading a book. She hardly paid any attention to him as he went about his work. This time, though, when he finished and was about to leave, again she stopped him. This time she dropped the book and stood up, and for the first time Tammy became aware of a smoky, passionate look in her eyes and that her lips were moist and looked slightly swollen and parted.
"Tammy, do you ever go skinny-dipping?" she asked, a breathy quality in her voice that he'd never heard before.
"Huh?" he said.
"You know-swimming in the nude? It's fun. I do it quite often. Nobody can see with the high fence we have around the patio. Anyhow, there are only empty lots on each side of the house."
"Yeah, I used to do it as a kid," he said. "Why?"
"I just wondered. I-I thought you might like to join me because I'm going to do it right now."
She opened her robe and threw it off and stood before him, gloriously naked, her eyes now boldly and hotly demanding, looked straight into his, before she suddenly turned, trotted to the side of the pool, giving him a view of her high, tightly round little behind, before she gracefully dived in.
Tammy stood there, open-mouthed, completely caught by surprise but with already a lazy erection in his pants, caused by the sight of her small but pretty, long-nippled breasts and the fine bush of curly red hair at her crotch.
A few seconds later, her head broke out of the water and she turned to him. "Well, what are you waiting for, Tammy? The water's fine. Strip and come on in." She gave a lewd little giggle. "Unless you're afraid a water sprite might get that thing in your trousers."
"No, ma'am, I'm not going to worry about that," he answered and tore off his shirt and blue jeans. By now, the very thought of what was waiting for him in the pool, what was going to happen, had brought him to full, throbbing erection.
Wearing nothing but his jockey shorts, as he laid his shirt and jeans on the pool chair, the thin cloth of his shorts were jammed out for the full seven inches of his excited protrusion.
Looking at this, Lola shivered, unbelieving. Oh, God, she thought, this young man makes my husband look like a boy! It-it can't really be that big!
But then he pushed down the shorts and his rammer sprang out, in full, naked bloom, standing at an almost forty-five degree angle and bobbing up and down in anticipation.
Oh, look at it, Lola thought as he ran to the edge of the pool. It's beautiful so white and smooth-looking and so thick and so cute, with just the tip of the head peekabooing out of his foreskin. She realized that she had never done it with a man who was not circumcised. This was going to be different in a lot of ways.
Then his long, lean, hard body cut the water and he surfaced a few feet away from her. They moved together, without saying anything and she gasped as he treaded water and one hand cupped and toyed with one of her breasts and the other explored the wet, hair-covered, spongy hot-ness between her legs.
At the same time, her hand delved and found the big, hot and quivering ramrod she'd been admiring. She squeezed and fondled it, working the foreskin back and forth over the head. Then their lips met and opened for each other's tongue. Hers entered his mouth first, slithering around the sensitive inside of his upper and lower lips. Then it met his and lashed at it, like two hot, slippery little eels trying to entwine each other. When his tongue entered the waiting hot wetness of her mouth, it felt slick and thick and swollen and he plunged it in and out between her sucking lips madly, just the way, later, his cock would ravage her hot, throbbing sheath. And she thought, feeling that thick, wet thickness working in and out of her mouth, oh, will he do that to me down below, too? I want him to. I've always wanted that and my husband, Harry, would never do it.
As they were kissing, clasped passionately together, they sunk below the surface of the water. When neither could hold their breath another instant, they came up for air, their hands still delightfully exploring the secrets of each other's body.
"Oh, Tammy!" Lola groaned. "I-you must think I'm terrible. But-but I wanted you and I'm not very good with words. I-I didn't know how else to let you know."
"You don't have to be good with words," he said into her ear, his tongue rimming in and out of it, making goose bumps stand up all over her, making her elongated nipples even stiffer as he gently tweaked them with his fingers. "And I don't think you're terrible. You're wonderful. And very beautiful."
While they were talking, they worked their way down to the shallow end of the pool where they stood in water just up to their waists.
"Not beautiful," she said. "I'm too slim and I wish I had bigger, nicer boobs for you."
"They couldn't be any nicer," he said, cupping them in the palm of his hand. "And big doesn't mean anything. It's only what you can get in your mouth that counts; these are just the right size."
So saying, he leaned over and flicked each long, quaking nipple with his tongue and then took turns taking them between his lips and pulling at them, thrilling to their long, rubbery hotness.
She threw her head back and moaned at the delight of his sucking mouth upon her breasts, the vital, throbbing hardness of his large penis nestling in her hand.
"Oh, don't wait too long, Tammy," she murmured. "I'm so ready. I need you so much. I want this nice big thing of yours in me so badly!"
"I know," he told her, one forefinger diddling the stiff slipperiness of her aching clitoris. "I've never been so hot in my life, either. Have you ever done it in the water?"
"No. I've always wondered what it would be like."
"Let's see, then." He started to lift her and to spread her legs so that he could take her, standing up.
"Oh, no, please, Tammy!" she pleaded. "This first time, at least, let me do it to you. That's something I've always wanted to do but my husband would never let me. He said it was emasculating. You don't think that, do you?"
He laughed. "He must be crazy. That's great once in a while."
She led him to the steps at the end of the pool. She sat him down on the second step, so that he was still under water up to his waist. Then she straddled his legs. She reached down and took his heavy testicles in her hand, teased and tickled them with the tips of her nails before lovingly cupping the whole fat bag. At the same time, she watched, through the clear water, his long, thick cock weaving back and forth like a snake about to strike.
She saw that the working of her hand had pushed the foreskin all the way back, completely revealing the smooth, pink, acorn-shaped head. She reached down and forced the fleshy little hood back over the fat glans, hiding it, except for a small portion of the pink tip. Now, she thought, when he puts it in, my pussy lips will have the pleasure of unskinning that lovely knob.
While he continued to take turns sucking her long, tumescent nips, she lowered herself, quivering with anticipation of the first contact. She held the hot, iron-like stiffness of his eager weapon steady as her hot little bun approached it. She was trembling and on the verge of coming just at the thought of that lovely monster ramming into her.
THEN IT WAS THERE!
She gasped as her oily groove contacted the tip of his waiting cock. She brushed it with the velvety soft, partially opened petals of her cunt. Then she had the crown placed right at her vestibule and lowered herself a little more. Not accustomed to an invader of this size, her slot felt unusually tight. She really had to bear down as her love lips gripped his prepuce and held it, forcing the hot naked head to burst forth from it, force its way into her clenching canal.
"OH!" she cried out. "OOOOOHHH! I-I'M GOING TO COME WITH JUST THE HEAD OF IT IN THERE!"
Frantically she worked the hot, sensitive opening of her pussy back and forth over the exposed helmet of his peter. She cried out again and again from the depths of her first harrowing climax, as her love juice bathed the fat knob nestled so tightly in the nuzzling opening of her sheath.
"Oh, baby, baby, so good, isn't it?" Tammy crooned as he reached around and cupped the plump balls of her sleek and lovely ass. He then urged her to further engulf his weapon by pulling him closer to her.
As his bursting tool slid further in, inch by teasing inch, Lola kept encouraging. "OH, THAT'S IT, LOVER! MORE! MORE! DEEPER, DEEPER! OH, MY GOD, I'VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING SO GOOD. OH, THAT'S RIGHT, DARLING, GIVE ME ALL OF IT! OOOOOHHH!! AHHHH! OOOH, THEERREE! I'VE GOT IT ALL NOW. OHH, I'M GOING TO HUMP THAT BIG THING UNTIL WE GO CRAZY!"
She proceeded to do that, working up and down on the big, quivering cock imprisoned within her, loving the feel of his bunched-up foreskin just below the head, rubbing against her sensitive cuntal walls, giving extra girth to his already bloated, blood-engorged prick.
Faster and faster she went, rotating, swiveling her hips, striving for every bit of exquisite sensation now flooding her whole body. Her long-nip-pled tits danced and jiggled crazily. Her head thrown back, mouth gaping, drooling, she churned the water with her furious assault on the big pile-driver imbedded in her hotly honeyed channel.
As her second climax approached rapidly, Lola was beyond words. Only gibberish-like sounds of anguished, unbearable pleasure came from deep in her throat.
Feeling her hotly pumping cunt become even more soupy as her love cream again laved his straining dick, Tammy knew that he couldn't hold out much longer. Getting a good grip on the globes of her ass, he, pulled her to him and stood up, bringing her with him. Instantly her flailing legs scissored about his waist. Bearing her weight fully, his dong still deep in her, he staggered up the steps of the pool. Gently, without letting his rod free from its delightfully sucking prison, he placed her on the grass, near the edge of the pool.
Now, crouched between her legs, he really went to work. He ground and jammed and slammed his slick and sopping cock in and out of her tunnel. Weird cries of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, came from deep in her throat. Her eyes were walled back. Her small round ass now started moving in contrapuntal rhythm with his and after a few minutes of their wild, mutual grinding, Tammy called out, "Oh, baby! Oh, Lola, doll! HERE IT COMES! YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT ALL. I'M GOING TO SHOOT THE BIGGEST LOAD OF MY LIFE! OH, YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH, YOU'VE GOT ME! I'M CUMMMMCUMMMMMMIIIIINNNGGG! UH! AH! OH!
MMMMMMNNNNNNN!"
Sobbing as she came along with him, Lola's tortured cunt welcomed the hot flood of thick white juice spewing from his spurting prick, now even thicker and harder as it emptied his contracting testicles. She felt it squirt out around the base of his plunging tool, felt it run stickily down into the crack of his ass. She felt as though her whole body was being filled with come and she loved it.
Afterward, they remained clinging to each other, as Lola hugged him, nibbled at his earlobes, caressed his broad back and told him how wonderful he was. "I've never had it like that before, angel," she whispered. "I guess I never even knew what a good fucking was like. I do now, though, darling!" She shuddered. "Oh, God, how sweet it was. I could almost come again, just remembering."
In a few minutes, she got Tammy a robe from a poolside dressing room and they both went into the house. While Lola went into the bathroom to douche, Tammy washed off his penis in the kitchen. When Lola rejoined him, she made coffee and a sandwich for them. They ate, perched on bar stools at the kitchen snack bar.
As they finished, Lola dabbed her red, full Lips with a napkin and with her eyes sparkling and her face flushed with approaching sexual heat, she said, "And now, lover boy, I think I'd like a little dessert."
She let her robe fall open and knelt before Tammy as he perched on the edge of the high stool. She gently opened his robe, revealing his limp penis and his round balls dangling over the edge of the stool.
"Well," Lola said, gently taunting. "The proud beauty doesn't look quite so formidable now, does he? But I like him, even like this. He's still cute." Her hand gently fondled his flaccid organ, then dropped to toy with the plump bag of twin jewels beneath it.
"Mmmmm," she cooed. "These seem to be filling up nicely. It shouldn't be too long now."
Then the tips of her fingers moved to a fold of his foreskin, which, when his phallus was not distended, protruded from the tip like a tiny lip. She teased this with her fingertips and then bent forward and brushed it with her wet hot tongue. Then she took the little fold of soft man flesh between her moistened lips and tugged and sucked on it while flicking it with her tongue.
She felt the little lip of foreskin slip from her mouth as his rammer began to rapidly harden, forcing it to recede a little way back on the expanding glans. Quickly, Lola took the whole fleshy acorn into her mouth, thrilling to the sensation of it thickening and lengthening until finally it was in full, throbbing erection.
Then she released it, wet and glistening, and forced the prepuce once again as far up over the quivering cockhead as she could. Now she slightly pursed her lips and with that pressure alone forced the sensitive fold of flesh all the way back, uncapping the round, rubbery smoothness, forcing the pink, naked sensitiveness of the nude tip of his large prong into her mouth. Her tongue rolled around it, licking the ridge, twirling around the little eye in the top of it.
After a few minutes of this, with a little shiver of joy, Lola let the wet head of his pecker slip from her sucking lips. She gripped the thick shaft firmly and shook it admiringly, then leaned forward and made it flog, like a thick, hot velvet covered club, against her titties. The hardness and hotness of it lightly belting her tender little boobs felt delightful.
"Mmmmmm, Tammy!" she whispered. "My titties like this lovely big cock of yours. I wish they were a lot bigger so you could fuck me between them."
"You keep that up," he told her, "and I won't need to. I'll shoot my wad all over those pretty little things, anyhow."
Then he squirmed down off the stool. Lola stood up. He took off her robe. He bent and sucked her twitching nipples. He hugged her to him, both of them enjoying the sensation of his long, thick, pulsing hard weapon jammed against her soft white belly. His hands cupped and squeezed the round little cheeks of her bare ass.
"Okay," he told her then. "Now it's my turn."
He quickly lifted her up onto a stool, kneeled before her and spread her long, white-fleshed thighs. He stared admiringly at the pouting little plum peeping from between the fringes of red curls that framed it. He moved his face toward it and suddenly his tongue stuck out and he wiped the whole warm, wet length of it along the slightly swollen and protruding lips of her exposed pussy.
Lola let out a long squeal of pleasure which never ceased as Tammy got down to some serious lapping. Up and down between the now widely opened lips, his tongue swabbed, tickling and licking the more sensitive inner petals of pink. It delved deeply into the top of her slit and located the little love button, already wet and sticking out like a miniature prick. He flogged it with his tongue, while Lola went wild and almost fell off the stool. She grabbed his head and held it to her crotch, while wild keening sounds issued from deep in her throat.
"Oh, yes, darling!" she cried out. "OH! MY! OHMYYEE! I-I CAN'T HARDLY STAND IT BUT I LOVE IT. OH, YES, TAMMY, SUCK ME, SUCK IT FOR ME GOOD, MAKE ME COME IN YOUR MOUTH! OH! OH! OOHH! I AM, I AM! HERE IT COMES! OOHHH, BEEFFULL! OH, YOU FUCK ME SO GOOD WITH YOUR TONGUE! UH! UH! MMMNN! EEYYIEE!"
As her sweet cream flushed into his gobbling mouth, Lola almost lost consciousness. She would have fallen from the stool, if Tammy had not grabbed her. He set her down gently on the floor, climbed between her widely spread legs and while she was still coming, quickly rammed his twanging hard horn into her hotly bubbling pussy.
He hunched and rammed and plunged in and out of her as Lola lay limply now, too weak with ecstasy to move, continuing to spasm without stopping. After about ten minutes, she cried out, "Oh, please, Tammy, no more right now! I-I'm going to faint! I can't come anymore!"
But she did. Once more, joining him as he socked his second load of gushing sperm deep into the hot, milking depths of her contracting cunthole.
That was the way it began for Tammy and Lola Drummond. She proved to be almost insatiable and he had to neglect some of his other hotblooded young housewives in order to be able to take care of her. It was worth it. He found her inventiveness in the art of fucking terrifically stimulating. She had him do it to her in every room of the house. He gave it to her in the shower, sitting on the John, perched on the edge of the kitchen sink, standing on a ladder, over the back of a chair, on a water bed, even a beanbag chair.
Sometimes she greased and oiled them both before they began. She would make him rape her. Sometimes she would suck him off to begin with, so that he could last much longer the second time. Once she masturbated him so that she could see how much he came, what a lot she received in her mouth when she went down on him.
She had him stand over her while she reclined on the bed and fingered herself to orgasm as she furiously frigged his great throbbing tool. When he finally came, his milky white jism fountained all over her, forming big puddles on her belly, deluging her small tits, drops of it clinging to the long, up-thrust nipples. When he was finished, she took her free hand and smeared the creamy fluid all over her and' then, lustfully, licked her fingers and finally cleaned his still slightly dripping peter with her tongue.
After each of these sessions, Lola Drummond felt sated, drained, physically satisfied, but at the same time emotionally tormented. She felt filled with loathing and disgust with herself. She wondered how she could possibly be such a wild, wanton animal, such a bitch in heat. She would always tell herself that it would never happen again. Suppose one of these days her husband, Harry, came home early and caught them? She knew she had to stop, tell Tammy not to come there anymore.
She couldn't, though. She was hooked. She had to have that virile, always ready and eager young penis. She could no longer stand the frustrating neglect of her husband. She'd gotten used to good cock once a week and now she had to have it and that was all.
When it did end, it was in a way that Lola really hadn't anticipated.
CHAPTER FOUR
The day that Tammy Farr discussed with Dirk Smithers his possible seduction of the minister's wife, Dianne Barker, when he left Dirk's company, he jumped into his pickup truck and headed for the north side of town, where the Drummonds lived. He had, of course, no idea that this visit would be any different than the others. He would probably get blown as well as laid, have a hell of a good time for himself and that would be it.
It had become a ritual for him and Lola to always begin in the same way. First he would quickly do his job, washing down and cleaning up the patio. Only now he performed these chores in the nude, so that Lola could get herself turned on, looking at his well-proportioned, big, rangy, naked young body. At the same time, she would recline on the chaise lounge, also nude, sometimes gently, teasingly fingering herself, while she watched Tammy nakedly going about his work. Sometimes, he would catch her at this and his penis would leap to quick erection, wagging and whomping about as he continued to work.
When his job was finished they would both take a quick dip in the pool so that they would be nice and clean before beginning their torrid lovemaking. What neither of them knew was that for the past two weeks they had an audience. They also had one, this day.
The lot next door to the Drummond place, was thickly covered with high weeds and tangled shrubbery, which grew in dense profusion right up against the fence that surrounded the pool area and the rest of the property. Except for one spot where, for some reason, there was no foliage. This small bower, about ten feet large, was nestled right up against the fence where it enclosed the Drummonds' pool area.
It had been discovered by a twelve-year-old boy named Neal, who lived several blocks up the street. Neal had played in the lot for some time before he discovered this perfect little hideout.
At the age where he'd recently discovered the intense pleasure of feeling his stiffened penis in his fist, but fearful of being caught doing it in his own home, Neal was enthralled by this "secret place" as he thought of it.
Nearly every day he would go there, play with himself, and work up to the high peak of pleasure that he was now able to achieve, even though he was still too young to ejaculate, but which was almost but not quite as satisfying as orgasm. Some days he was able to get this extreme feeling several times.
The first few times at the bower, Neal discovered a knothole in the fence at about eye level, through which he had a good view of the Drummonds' pool area. But there was never anybody there. Then, a few weeks ago, while he was ecstatically busy rubbing himself off with his fist, he heard some strange sounds emanating from the other side of the fence.
He moved to the knothole and his eyes almost bugged out as he observed a naked man and woman, embracing. Then they moved a little apart and he saw the man's violently erect phallus sticking out and upward, watched the woman then take it into her hand and fondle it. He was particularly fascinated by the woman's breasts and by the blazing thatch of red hair at her crotch. He had never before seen two adults naked like that.
He knew about fucking but only by hearsay. He had often wondered what it would look like. He soon found out as he watched Tammy and Lola engage in a full bout of sexual foreplay and then witnessed Tammy ramming it to her, doggy-style, as she got down on hands and knees in a grassy area near the pool edge. While he watched, Neal's own hand flew up and down his own rigid little penis and he achieved near-climax four or five times before Tammy and Lola finished their first bout and moved on into the house.
Every day after that, at the same time, Neal visited the knothole in the fence, hoping he would see something else. He didn't, though, until a week later, on the regular day for Tammy's visit to the Drummonds' place.
Unknown to Neal, he was arousing the curiosity of an eleven-year-old neighbor girl, Tricia, with whom he sometimes played. At three o'clock each day-the time he'd first spotted Tammy and Lola-Neal stopped playing with Tricia and took off for the lot next to the Drummonds' place. He always gave Tricia some double-talk excuse about why and where he was going but this never really satisfied her curiosity. So one time, she decided to follow him.
This was on the day that Neal got his second look at the fiery sexual antics of Tammy and Lola. When he reached the hideout and peeked through the knothole, his heart leaped with jubilance. They were there! Both of them gloriously naked and with the woman down on her knees in front of the standing man, with half of his large, stiff dingus stuffed into her mouth.
Fascinated, Neal watched her suck, as he quickly took out his own hard little peter and went to work on it. He wondered what it would feel like to have someone suck on his like that. Would it be even better than his hand? Probably so or the man wouldn't be letting her do it. At the same time, Neal got very excited, watching the woman toying with her own red-bushed pussy.
Wow, all that hair she has there, he thought. And what was down below, in between her legs? What would it look like up close, how would it feel if she'd let him feel her there?
Neal was so busy watching the sensual tableau being performed for him, unknowingly, that he didn't even hear the rustling approach to his hideaway, of the little girl Tricia. Or if he did hear, probably thought it was just a squirrel or something.
At the edge of the hideaway, Tricia found an opening in the branches, through which she could look inside. She could hardly believe what she saw. There was old Neal, peeking through a hole in the fence and-and what was his hand doing? Good grief, he had his fly opened and his thing out and he was playing with it, rubbing it! Oh, wow-eee!
It had, of course, never occurred to Neal that Tricia also was going through the throes of her first sexual awakening. To him she was just a grubby, not really very pretty little girl with whom he was forced to play because his only two male friends in the neighborhood had gone away for the summer. But though Neal had no sexual interest in her, Tricia did for him. Sometimes when she got the good feeling between her chubby legs and she had to rub herself there or else, if nobody-was home, get a clothespin, put some cold cream on it and work it in and out of the tight little penning down there, pushing aside the ruptured hymen that had been broken when she was nine, while riding on a seesaw. And these times, she would think about her friend, Neal, and wonder how big his thing was and what it would feel like if she could hold it. She often wished she had the nerve to ask him to show it to her, while in turn she would show him hers. But once, when he gave her a frog he had caught, Tricia had tried to kiss him and he had pushed her away with a remark that he didn't like that "mushy stuff." Probably, she reasoned, looking at each other's thing, would come under the same heading.
Once, a year ago, she had watched a friend of her mother's changing the diapers on a male baby. She had watched, fascinated by the sight of the tiny penis and the two little testes beneath it. Especially when, as the mother was powdering the baby, it had an erection. She had often wondered if that ever happened with Neal and if so, would it get a lot longer and thicker?
Now, peering through the bushes, she found out. As Neal paused, temporarily, she got a good look at that stiff thing, sticking out of his pants. It was just like the baby's, only way bigger. She was surprised at the size of it, almost five inches long and sticking straight out, thicker than her finger and bobbing up and down, the head of it flaring out, fatter then the rest of it. It looked something like the clothespin, only larger and better and nicer.
As Neal once again began to jerk it with his hand, Tricia could restrain herself no longer. She suddenly went: "Psssssst! Neal! What are you doing?"
The boy would have liked to shrivel right up and die when he heard that voice. He spun around, trying with one hand to hide his bared penis, while with the other he hastily tucked it back inside his fly.
"Wha-what?" he whispered. "Who-who is it?"
The girl now pushed through the thick foliage to join him in the little moss-floored dim, cool bower. "It's me, Tricia," she said, unnecessarily. "I asked you what you were do-"
Her words cut off as Neal put his finger to his lips in a shushing motion and nodded toward the fence. "Be quiet," he said sotto voce. "If they hear us, know we're spyin', we'll both be in trouble."
"They-who?" she demanded in a whisper. At the same time, she moved toward the knothole through which Neal had been peeking.
"Hey, no!" he whispered. "You'd better not look through there!"
"Why not?"
"You-you'll be sorry, that's why!" He groaned to himself. Knowing girls, when Tricia saw what he'd been watching, she'd probably scream or faint or something.
"Oh, poof!" she said and placed her eye against the knothole. She sucked in a surprised breath at the sight she was suddenly witnessing. There was a naked man and lady in there. And-and the woman was standing up, with one foot resting on a deck chair, her long, sexy-looking legs slightly opened. In front of her, a good-looking young man was kneeling and his face was buried into the place below the woman's luxurious growth of pussy hair. What was he doing, Tricia wondered. Was he sucking her there, licking her there? What else could it be? Then she observed the man's penis, looking huge to her, the bulbous pink glans completely unbonneted, almost glowing and his hand upon it, gently massaging it, just as Neal had been doing with his, only slower. She watched the man's fatly swollen testicles swinging back and forth. She listened to the cries of tormented delight the woman was making and knew, instinctively that it was not from pain but intense sexual pleasure.
Suddenly Tricia's own genitals began to tingle and get that good, good feeling, only much more than ever before and she wished she had a clothespin to push in and out of her moistened slit, while she watched the man play with his big thing and lick the woman's hairy pussy. In her excitement, Tricia momentarily forgot about Neal.
Neal, a little surprised that Tricia showed no violent reaction as he had expected, now ventured softly, "What are they doing now?"
At first, she was embarrassed to answer and then realizing that he had been watching the same thing, as a fellow conspirator, she became quite bold. In a breathless whisper, she said, "He's licking her thing and playing with his! Oh, what a big one he's got and what a lot of hair both of them have." She began to breath hard. "Do you like to watch them doing that, Neal? I guess you do, all right, or you wouldn't be here. Well, I do, too. So now we both have a secret cn each other."
"You mean you won't tell anybody about this?"
"Uh-uh. Why should I? I'd get in as much trouble as you, wouldn't I?"
Reassured, he said, "I guess so. Okay, well how about giving me a turn?"
"Oh!" Tricia said excitedly. "Now they're doing-something else. He-he's got his finger in her thing and she's playing with his. Oooooooh, that must feel nice for both of them!"
Almost roughly, Neal pushed her out of the way and once again glued his own eye to the peephole. As he watched the man and the woman manipulate each other, while they kissed and the man toyed with her long-pointed breasts, Neal's penis once more arose stiffly inside his pants. He wished he could take it out and rub it.
A moment later, he was surprised to feel Tricia's hand clasp the hardness bulging out the cloth of his trousers. He gasped. The touch was so different, so much better than his own.
"Oh, Neal," he heard her whisper excitedly. "Yours is nice and hard just like his. Can I do this? Is it all right?"
He felt his pecker jump and throb in the grip of her little fondling fingers, outside his pants. "I-I guess so, if you want to," he said.
"I do, I do," she told him. "Tell me what they're doing, now?"
"Oh!" Neal groaned. "He's lying down and she's getting on top of him. Oh, wow, she's got it in her now and is going up and down on it."
The sight got him so aroused that he hardly noticed that now Tricia was running down his zipper, her hand moving inside his fly. Her questing fingers soon found his sticky, hard, hot little dick and taking hold of it to bring it out into the open, she was amazed how excited the strange feel of the thing got her. The heat of it surprised her; it was almost as though it had a fever. Was that where the expression, getting hot, came from? No matter, it was lovely to look at and to hold.
She held it in her fist and worked it up and down, while she looked at it, studied it, admired it. So this was what a boy's cock looked like! She let it go for a few seconds and watched its excited. spastic jumping. Mmmmm, look at that shiny, reddish knob on the end! Her little hand now cupped that, reveling in the hot, hard, rubbery feel of it. If she could only put that in her, how much better it would be than the clothespin. And wet as she was already down between her legs, she probably wouldn't even require any cold cream.
"What are they doing now, Neal?" she whispered excitedly, her hot little hand frigging away a, the rigid little prick it was holding. She wondered if Neal was old enough to have the white stuff that made babies, shoot out, if she did this long enough. She decided that would be exciting to see and she wouldn't care even if it got all over her hand.
"She's-she's still squatting on top of him, going up and down on his cock!"
Tricia's own small pussy churned, thinking how good that big one of the man's must feel in the woman's hairy niche.
"I've got to see that, too," T a said. "Let me look."
Dutifully, Neal stepped aside and Tricia peeked. Oh, it was something to see, all right. Now the couple had moved around so that her behind was toward the fence. Tricia could see quite plainly the man's big pole reaming in and out, watch his large balls bounce. Once, for a second or two, it slipped out and Tricia saw the whole bloated thing, slick with the woman's come, as it wagged about as though desperately looking for the hole it had just vacated. Then the woman's hand moved down and grabbed it and hurriedly stuffed it back up in her and again began her furious humping up and down.
All the time Tricia was watching, she continued to play with Neal's turgid, throbbing peter. She wished she had one like that; she'd play with it all the time.
"Hey, my turn again," Neal whispered.
She stepped aside and as he peered through the peephole, Tricia decided that she also wanted to see Neal's little round things, too. She worked his belt buckle open, took down his pants and then his shorts. And there they were, nestled below the base of the shaft, white, little twin rondures almost, as large as walnuts. With her free hand, she felt them, thrilling to their strange, warm, spongy feel.
Suddenly, on impulse, she leaned forward and took the smooth red crown of his stiff young cock right into her mouth. There was a strange musky scent to it that she liked. She sucked it and swabbed it with her tongue, rolling the fat, hot little morsel all around in her mouth.
At this unbelievable, wonderful new sensation, Neal momentarily was distracted from what he had been watching and looked down, at Tricia's head bobbing back and forth, watching the head of his dong working in and out of her mouth. Oh, wow, she was sucking it for him while she played with his nuts! He had never known anything could feel so good. He could feel his pseudo climax coming on and had to move his hips. With this, Tricia's head became still so he could fuck his horny little tool in and out of her wet, delightfully sucking mouth. Neal's good feelings built and built until he felt as though he could hardly re: press a scream of delight but somehow he managed.
A few moments later, Tricia reluctantly let the boy's bonbon slide from her wet little mouth and suddenly stood up, Once again she was holding his sopping pecker in her hand. "I've got to look again," she told him.
With her eye at the knothole, she said disappointedly, "Oh, darn, Neal! They've gone. I guess maybe they went into the house to finish."
She turned to him. "I don't care, though, do you? We can have some fun here with ourselves. Nobody can see. Have you ever done it?"
He shook his head, watching her undo some buttons on the front of her dress. "Uh-uh," he said.
"Do you know how?"
He shrugged. "You just put it in, I guess."
She giggled. "I'll show you." Now she pulled the dress up over her head and off, hung it on a nearby branch.
"Hey," Neal said, startled. "Why you getting all undressed? All you got to do is take your pants down."
"I can't do that, dumbbell," she told him. "My underwear is all one piece, like a top."
He saw then that it was true. Wide-eyed, he watched her peel the straps of her underwear top down from her shoulders, to her waist. His eyes bulged at what he saw then. Oh, boy, he thought. She's got tits. Not very big but they are titties! Really they weren't much more than little swellings, topped by little red, pebble-like nipples.
"I didn't know you had those," he said admiringly.
"They're not much but they'll get bigger later on. You can feel 'em if you want."
Then he watched her pull the rest of her underwear off and felt a little more comfortable to see that as yet she had no hair down there, either. He stared curiously at the tight little slit down the middle of her plump little mound. At the same time, he reached up and felt her budding breasts. They were so warm and smooth and strange feeling and the tips of them were like little red nuggets of hard rubber sticking out. He rubbed these with his forefinger and Tricia made a little mmmmmm sound of pleasure.
"You can suck them if you like," she told him. "That might feel nice. But don't bite. That'd hurt."
Neal still had his shorts and trousers huddled around his ankles and as he took turns touching his tongue to the sweet, hard little titty tips, Tricia again began playing with his ready weapon. As he then took turns sucking the whole of each little swelling into his mouth, she took one of his hands and put it between her legs. He was surprised to feel that she was wet down there and that the slot, opened, now, to his exploring finger, extended well down in between her slightly parted little baby-fat thighs.
Her tiny round bottom tightened and twitched from the combined delicious feelings of his burning hot, swollen cock in her hand and the probing of his finger in her small cuntlet. "Mmmmmm, so nice!" she moaned, humping her hips. "But it'll be even better when you put your stiff pee pee in me. I-I can hardly wait."
Taking this as a cue, Neal stopped sucking her nubbins and moved even closer, reached down and took his pego from her hand and placed the tip of it against the top of her crevice and began pushing, trying to get it in there. For a few moments, Tricia let him continue because the rubbing of his rubbery hot little glans against her clitoris felt so good, so much better than her own finger ever had. Her clitty still wasn't much larger than a pimple but already had all of its extreme sensitivity.
After a few minutes of Neal's futile thrusting to try to lodge the head of his dick into the part where it wasn't meant to go, Tricia felt sorry for him. She told him, "No, silly. That isn't where it goes. Lie down on your back and I'll show you what to do." She was remembering what she had seen the red-haired woman doing.
Obediently, Neal got down on the ground, his now even more agitated young phallus sticking straight up, the knob on the end of it red and angry-looking. Tricia promptly straddled him, reaching down to gently clasp the hot little iron she wanted and now needed so badly. She lowered herself until she was able to mop the crimson crown back and forth against her drooling slit, so smooth and hairless.
As she did this, she let out little gasps and moans of heretofore unknown pleasure and finally carefully placed the rubbery smooth summit of his throbbing cock right at her tiny opening and pressed downward. A long squeal of pleasure escaped from her as she felt the round hardness force its way into the girlish tightness of her pretty quim. Quickly she forced it deeper and deeper, gasping, almost sobbing at how much better it felt than the clothespin. This was alive and throbbing and boiling hot.
As she worked up and down on it, slowly, at first, both of them grunted and groaned their pleasure in unison. Then, her well-oiled little crease working on his prong like a suckling pig, she began to move faster and faster, up and down, up and down, the way she had seen the woman doing it.
"Oh," she cried out. "We're fucking! We're fucking! Oh, I like it! OOOOOHHHH, NEAL! AHHHHH! OH, FUCKING IS SO GOOD!"
A few moments later, as she was yo-yoing up and down at an even more furious pace on his small but randy organ, she felt him begin to hump back up at her, his own hips moving with her own, meeting her thrust for thrust. Then he cried out: "Oh, Tricia! OOOOHHHH! OOOOFFFF! OH, WOW! TRICIA, YOU-YOU'D BETTER GET OFF! SOME-SOMETHING'S GOING-GOING TO HAPPEN!"
But she couldn't stop. Something was happening with her, too. She had thought that she had come before, diddling herself with her finger or the clothespin, but now she knew it never really had happened.
BUT IT WAS NOW! SHE WAS GOING OFF! SWELLING WAVES OF UNBEARABLE SENSATION WERE ENGULFING HER, MAKING THEIR FIERY, HEAVENLY FEELING FELT IN HER BREASTS, IN HER LITTLE WHITE BELLY, IN HER TINY WOMB, UP AND DOWN THE SWEET SOFTNESS OF HER CLENCHING THIGHS AND EVEN IN HER TINY BUD OF AN ASSHOLE! OH, IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE! IT WAS TOO MUCH. BUT IT WAS HAPPENING!
She felt her young, fresh juices inundating the feverish, red-hot spike of the new young manhood on which she was impaled, humping up-and down on it.
And she felt the sudden rich warm spurts of his first burst of semen streaming into her, creaming the sensitive tissues of her virginal cunt walls and it heightened her own maddening pleasure, causing her to go into one final fit of convulsive gyrations on his cock as her tight little peach milked out every last drop.
A few minutes later, when his deflating penis popped out of her, both of them got up and silently, quickly got dressed. They didn't know what to say. They avoided each other's glance. Then they filed out of the little bower. As they neared their own block, Tricia suddenly turned to him and her mouth twisted, glistening tears in her eyes, she said vehemently, "Nealie, you-you're an awful little boy! I hate you! Hate you!" Then she ran away from him.
Neal stood dumbfounded. What was the matter with her, he wondered. He hadn't done anything that she hadn't done, too. He shook his head, unable to understand this first experience with the contradictory workings of the female mind.
A week later, though, it was Tricia who said to him, "Neal, let's go-you know!"
This time, through the knothole, they were treated to the sight of Tammy doing it to Lola wheelbarrow style. She was resting on the palms of her hands on the patio and Tammy held her thighs scissored about his waist and was ramming into her exposed and wide-open vagina from the back in a standing-up position.
While the young folks were staring, a little startled, at this act, they were interrupted by a man blundering through the bushes, behind them. He was a big man, with a bulldoggish face, graying temples and a slight paunch. It was Harry Drum-mond. He had returned to town unexpectedly early and as he passed the lot saw Neal and Tricia furtively sneaking in there. Curious about their rather guilty-looking actions, he followed. Now he pushed into the bower, bellowing, "What are you kids doing here? What are you spying on?"
Then he pushc I them aside and peered through the knothole in the fence. What he saw was his wife, Lola, naked and sprawled on the side of the pool where she had been unceremoniously dumped when Tammy had heard and recognized Harry Drummond's big, deep voice. He also saw the back view of a naked man running from the patio into the house.
While he was busy looking at this, the youngsters fled the bower. In his fury at realizing he'd just interrupted a cuckolding session by his wife and another man, Drummond forgot about them and turned and tore back through the bushes of the lot to his car. He sped into his driveway, leaped out and ran into the house. Tammy was already gone, out the back way. Lola, though, was cowering, trembling, still naked, in a bedroom.
"Oh, Harry! I-I'm sorry! Oh, Harry, no, no, don't hurt me!"
"Where is he?" Drummond stormed. "I want him! I'll kill him, fucking my wife, the son of a bitch! Where is he?"
"I-I don't know," she whimpered. "G-g-gone, I guess."
"The cowardly mother-fucker, he'd better be gone," he railed. "Who was it, anyhow?"
Possibly hoping to avoid further trouble, Lola lied, "I-I don't know. I mean, nobody we know, Harry. Just-just some salesman!"
"Just some salesman," he roared. "A perfect stranger? That makes it even worse."
He strode toward her. "Stand up, bitch!" He reached down and grabbed her arm, yanked her to her feet. Then he spun her sprawling onto the bed. She landed with her long, beautiful legs splayed open. He looked at the still moist from Tammy's fucking flower of her womanhood peeping from its cloister of tiny red curls and felt his cock leap and begin to harden in his trousers, in spite of his rage.
"You filthy cunt, screwing behind my back!" he raged. "I'll fix you!"
"Harry! Harry!" she pleaded. "I-I only did it to get even with you. I-I know you've been doing it to your secretary, Evie!"
"Oh, you do, do you? Well, that's got nothing to do with it. Maybe you drove me to do that, with your damned prissiness in bed. Don't you know that a man needs, sometimes, more than a plain ordinary fuck. He needs a woman who can be wild, who can be a whore for him, who'll not only fuck him but suck him and let him do it to her and get more than just a little mechanical action into a piece of ass. Anyhow, that's got nothing to do with it. No wife of mine is going to give it to another guy. I'll whip her rotten little ass so that she'll never do it again!"
With that he strode to a dresser, picked up a hair brush. Back at the bed, he reached down and rolled her over onto her stomach. He looked down at her taut, quivering little white behind.
"Oh, Harry!" she wailed. "What-what are you going to do?"
"You damned well know," he told her and kneeled on the side of the bed. With one hand placed in the middle of her back, he held her down. The other one wielded the hairbrush in its first hard, splatting whack down onto her bare, tender buttocks.
"Oh, no, Harry, don't!" she pleaded, blubbering, her rear end already feeling as though it was on fire from that first blow. "Don't! I-I'll be a good wife, a good whore for you in bed, from now on!"
"Hah!" he said, bringing the hairbrush down once more on the reddening cheeks of her butt with a loud smack. "You wouldn't even know how!"
"OOOOHHHH! Oh, yes, I would, Harry. I-I know how, now!"
He paused, surprised. "Oh, you do, eh? You rotten little twat! You learned how from him, I suppose?"
"Yes, Harry. I-I guess so. You see, I-I didn't think that's what you wanted. I thought you wanted me to be a lady and no lady is supposed to do those things, so I didn't do them. But-But I wanted to do them, Harry. When-when I didn't think I could with you, I had to find someone else."
"Oh, you dirty bitch!" he roared. "How dare you tell this to me."
He swung the brush once more against her red and smarting hams. "What did you learn, then, whore? How to suck?"
"Yes!" she screamed defiantly, squirming from the pain in her buttocks.
"And how to get on top and ride the flagpole?"
"Yes! Yes!" she moaned.
"And how nice it is to have your cunt sucked?"
"Ohhhhh, no more spanking, Harry! Please!" she sobbed. "I've been punished enough. I'll only do those things with you, from now on. I-I won't even want anybody else."
He gave her glowing buttocks one more hard swat and then said, "All right. Give me a sample." He ripped open his fly zipper, pulled out his great fat, bleating, purple-headed cock. He moved near her head, yanked it around and presented his rock-hard, wagging whang to her mouth.
"Take it," he said. "Let me see how good you've learned to suck."
She raised up on her elbows, still sniffling from the pain in her bottom cheeks, reached out and gripped his raging hard horn. She moistened her lips and formed them into an O, then guided his smooth and swollen glans into it, just sucking the tip, flicking her tongue over the tender little opening in it.
"Oh, baby!" Harry gasped. "That is good. You really have learned how to give a good blow job!"
Thus encouraged, she took the whole fat bulb into her mouth and gave it a workout while Harry grunted and moaned his delight. While she was doing this, he reached down between her thighs from behind, petted her wet and open cunny chamber and then worked his first two fingers in and out of it in a wild finger-fucking movement which, in turn, drove Lola to greater efforts with her sucking, slavering mouth.
After about five minutes he suddenly popped his saliva-slick dick from her mouth. He said, "That's enough of that for now. I got to show you that now he knows how much you really like it, that your old man can give you a good royal fucking, too."
With that he flopped on top of her, took hold of his cock and unceremoniously thrust it into her seeping hole, from behind, rammed it all the way in until her ass cheeks were against his groin. Then he began slamming the meat to her, thumping her bucking behind with his pelvis faster and faster, finally raising her hips so that he could skewer it in even deeper. In a few moments Lola was bathing his rampantly plunging jackhammer with her own love juice as she came repeatedly before he finally felt his sperm exploding up from his balls and hosing into her already waiting, welcoming wetness.
When it was over, Lola felt strangely at peace with herself. She had paid her penance and she had gotten her husband back, she felt sure. With the sexual attention she now knew how to give him, he would no longer have any need for an affair with his secretary. And with all the tricks she could teach Harry, she probably wouldn't have any need for another man. At least not too often.
CHAPTER FIVE
The Reverend Dr. Wyndham Barker was extremely nervous about visiting Bev Cantrell at her apartment, yet he had little choice but to go. She had begged him, telling him that she was in terrible spiritual and emotional trouble and had no one else to whom she could turn. She reminded him that it was his professional duty to visit people who were ill and that in her own way, she, Bev, was sick. All she wanted to do, she told him, was to talk to him for about a half hour and that perhaps that would help somewhat in lifting her heavy burden of guilt from her soul. She couldn't possibly go to his home, she told him, because she was afraid of his wife, Dianne and wouldn't feel at ease there.
At the same time that he was nervous, Wyn Barker had to fight off a small flush of sexual excitement at the idea of being alone with Bev Cantrell. He vividly remembered the last time he had seen her and what she had been doing.
When she opened the door for him, he almost fled right then and there. She was wearing a see-through blouse and the shape of her apple-round breasts and the perky nipple atop each one was limned excitingly. She was also wearing the tightest pair of hot pants Wyn had ever seen. They hugged her broad hips and cut into the soft flesh of the tops of her milky white, robust thighs and accentuated the bulging V of her vulval area.
Sensing his consternation, Bev smiled easily and said, "Oh, don't mind the way I'm dressed, I can't stand a lot of hot clothing in this kind of weather. Come on in."
She turned and walked on into the living room, leaving Wyn to follow and also giving him a good view of the ball-bearing motion of her spectacular behind. The thin, tight hot pants clung to the big, half moons of flesh beneath them, the long, deep crack between them clearly delineated. Wyn Barker could hardly take his gaze away from those jauntily swinging cheeks.
He swallowed hard and told himself that he must keep his thoughts on a higher plane. Here, this poor misguided woman had summoned him for clerical counseling and he was already admiring her body in a lewd and lascivious manner. He had to fight against that.
"Have a seat, Dr. Barker," Bev said pleasantly and indicated an easy chair.
As Wyn eased into it, Bev said, "Well, now that you're here, I-I hardly know where to start."
Wyn templed his fingers in front of his chest and answered, "Just relax, Mrs. Cantrell, and just, in general, tell me what the problem is."
She looked surprised. "Oh, I thought you knew. I-I thought everybody in town did. I'm a very loose, immoral woman, is I guess the best way you could say it."
He tried not to look startled. "Yess. Hmmmmm. Well, it is not my duty to indict anyone, Mrs. Cantrell. And I don't think too many other people are really in a position to stand in judgment of somebody else's behavior."
"Oh, that makes me feel better, already, Dr. Barker. But would you mind calling me Bev? It's not quite so formal and will put me more at ease."
He nodded solemnly and then, as she suddenly came over and curled up on the floor by his feet, his body jerked stiffly with surprise.
"I hope you won't mind, Dr. Barker, but you remind me of an uncle I had as a girl. He was so kind and when I had troubles I used to curl up at his feet, like this, while I told him about it, and he comforted me. It'll be easier for me to talk, this way. Okay?"
"Umm. Yes," he said nervously, uncertainly. "In-in that case, I suppose it's all right."
"Oh, good," she said, twisting around so that one of her breasts pressed softly against his knee. She looked up at him, hot-eyed, moistening her large, juicy-looking lips with her tongue. "You know, Wyn-please don't mind my calling you by your first name, since this is such an informal occasion. Anyhow, I was just thinking that it must be very difficult for such a big, handsome, sexy-looking man like you to be a minister."
"Eh, how's that?" Wyn said, staring down inside the top of her blouse, which had been forced to billow open by the position in which she was sitting. He could see part of the snowy white soft globe that was pressing against his knee and all of the other one. He saw that they were not nearly as large as his wife's but still they were fascinating, especially the way the fat, dark red tip was popped out on the one completely exposed. He felt a hot flush start to spread through him and became aware of a slight stiffening of his penis within his trousers. He suddenly forced his glance away.
"Oh, you know what I mean, Wyn," Bev told him. "Don't be so modest. I'm sure many of the female members of your flock find you sexually attractive, just as I do and try to make a pass at you." As she said this, Bev rested her elbow on the arm of the chair and let her fingertips lightly trail along his thigh.
"Oh, no!" he protested quickly. "Heaven forbid! Nothing like that has ever happened. They-they respect my calling."
"Oh, so do I, Wyn and I guess, come to think about it, it would be foolish of them. I'm sure your wife, Dianne, takes very good care of you in bed. She's probably a very sexy woman, herself. Does she do-all kinds of nice things for you, Wyn?" Again her wet, crimson tongue flicked over her swollen-looking, sultry lips.
"There-there's no need to discuss that," he said quickly. "I-it's your problems I'm here to talk about."
"Oh, I'm sorry." She stared at his crotch, was sure she detected at least a slight increase in the bulge on the left side. She rubbed her breasts against his knee very deliberately now. "But maybe that's part of my problem. When I'm so close to a virile, attractive man like you, it-it starts giving me naughty ideas. I'm sorry but I just can't help myself, Wyn. You see, I'm a healthy, very passionate young woman and because of his illness, his alcoholism, my husband Mike, can't do anything for me. That's why I have to cum to other men."
"But-but this kind of thing is not in my province," Wyn Barker protested desperately. "Perhaps you-you ought to consult a psychiatrist, instead of me." He attempted to rise. "I know of one in town I can recommend very highly. He-"
"Oh, no, please don't go," she broke in pleadingly. She put a hand out to stop him from standing, making sure she placed the palm of it right against the rising bulge in his pants. "What I mean is that a shrink can't really help me. I've been to two of them with my problem. They tell me that I'm not a nymphomaniac. I don't have sex with just any man, the way one of those would. They both said I was just highly sexed and then-then, you know what happened?"
He eased back into the chair to avoid the pressure of her hand on his half-erect organ. Had she done that deliberately, he wondered. Was she trying to seduce him, her own minister? Oh, no, it couldn't be and he ought to be ashamed of himself for having such thoughts. It was just that the woman was so distraught.
"Uh, no," he managed. "What-what happened?"
"Well, both psychiatrists-they had intercourse with me. Right on their couches. And I must admit, I loved it. I've always had a special yen for professional men, you know, doctors, lawyers. Anyhow, both told me that they'd never enjoyed it so much, that I knew more ways to give them pleasure than any other woman they'd ever met."
Wyn twitched about in his chair uncomfortably. "How-how long have you had this problem, this-this sometimes uncontrollable desire for sex?"
"Since I was thirteen," she answered quickly. "Maybe eVen before that. I started to masturbate at ten but I was thirteen when I had my first cock!" She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry, Wyn. I-I didn't mean to embarrass you like that but sometimes I forget what the right names for sex things are, like penis and so forth."
He stared at her, fascinated. Now he could hardly believe this was happening. Why was this woman talking to him like this? It couldn't go on, he told himself. He had to get out of here. He stood up suddenly, beginning to sweat. He was trembling some. "I-I'm sorry," he told her. "I must go." He glanced at his wristwatch. "Another appointment. Perhaps we-ah-can talk more at another time."
She suddenly reached out and firmly clamped her arms around his legs and pressed the side of her face against the rapidly increasing bulge in his pants. "Oh, no, you don't understand," she pleaded, rubbing her face against his growing erection, thrilling to the feel of it getting harder and harder. "You can't leave me like this. I'm in such a state, Wyn. I need somebody to help me. I can't just go out on the street and pick up a man."
She continued to rub her face against the hot, hard lump in his trousers. "Oh! Oh! OH!" she squealed excitedly now. "You're just as bad as I am, Wyn. You're in quite a state, yourself. Oh, I know what that means, honey. You're lusting after me, too! You need me to do something for you about this!"
Suddenly her large, wet mouth was opened and gently fastened about the long, throbbing ridge inside his clothes.
"No!" he cried out. "Bev! This must stop! We can't! It-it's not right! Please let go of me and let me out of here." He struggled to get away but almost fell, so tightly was she holding his legs together, while madly mouthing his stiff and wildly excited tool through the cloth of his pants.
Then she took her mouth away and her hand took its place. She squeezed and kneaded expertly as he looked down over her head and saw the fantastic bulges of her big buttocks jutting out the cloth of her hot pants.
Oh, my God, he thought, if she doesn't stop, I'll come right in my pants.
As she played with him, she pleaded, "Wyn, let's forget who we really are. I'm just a woman and you're just a man. We need each other. And I was wrong before. Dianne doesn't really take care of your needs. Another woman always knows. Not like I can, Wyn. I'll show you. Did she ever do for you what you saw me doing to the man in the car? I doubt it and that's a shame. All men love that, if they'd just be honest and admit it to themselves. I'll do it for you, Wyn. I want to, want to."
"Oh, no," he half sobbed. "I can't let you."
"Just-just for a moment," she begged. "And then I'll let you go. Please! It will help me, honestly. I'll feel cleansed, somehow. It will be like committing the ultimate sin and then maybe I can reform. Who are you to question if I think it will help me solve my problem?"
He couldn't answer. He could just stand there, trembling, panting, that big, wicked thing in his pants betraying him, making him lose all sense of right or wrong.
"I'll never tell anybody," she whispered.
As her fingers flew to his fly, hastily unzipped it, Wyn groaned, helpless now against the strong lust this woman had aroused in him. He was no longer thinking, just feeling. And what he felt now was the warmth of her small fingers searching inside his shorts and finding the thick, hot gristle of his aroused manhood.
She pulled it out, her hands no longer clamped about his legs, knowing now that he wouldn't try to leave. She gently coddled the long, thick, white, swaying prick in her hands, the tips of her fingers dancing all over it; stroking the fiery fatness of the smooth knob on the end of it.
"Oh, beautiful!" she cooed. "What a nice one you've got! Just one good, quick suck and I'll let you go!" she promised.
Her head darted forward and her large, juicy wet lips sucked at the head of it, like a small, hot, wet vacuum cleaner. Her busy, expert tongue rimmed it and swabbed it. Wyn just stood there, looking down at her lewd, hungrily sucking mouth, her hands now lifting out his tortured testes and rolling them about in her palm. Instinctively, his hands went to her head, stroking her hair, encouraging her as sensations he'd never known to be possible shook him to the core.
The next moment, she drew over half of his engorged shaft into her mouth and then worked it in and out. Then, abruptly, she eased the whole thing out of her mouth. Licking her lips, she smiled up at him. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
"What?" he gasped, surprised. "You-you're not going to stop now, are you?"
"I promised I would."
"But-but I-I can't leave in this condition. I-I doubt I could even get it back into my pants."
She pressed down with two fingertips on the burning, turgid length of it. "Mmmmm!" she murmured. "It is pretty hard. like a rock." Her fingers let go and she watched his wildly aroused jammer spring back up at an angle. "You want me to do it some more, Wyn?"
He nodded.
"Say it then, baby. I love to hear a man beg for it. Say it, say, 'Suck my nice big hard cock for me, Bev. Suck it good and make me come in your mouth.' "
"I-I can't. I-I've never said anything like that to a woman before. Please-"
She patted his twanging organ. "Poor baby!" she purred. "All right, I won't tease you anymore."
Then she quickly yanked the see-through blouse up over her head and off. She shook her round, firm white bubbies at him, then leaned forward and brushed them both against his aching hard ramrod, rubbing the bursting red peaks against the red and swollen cap of his cock.
After this, she stood and quickly wriggled out of her hot pants, let them fall to her ankles and stepped out of them, stark naked. She turned and stuck out the bare, unbelievably big and round cheeks of her saucy behind. "Do you like that, Wyn?" she teased. "A lot of men do. They go crazy over this nice fat ass of mine."
He was lost. Wyn knew he was a lost soul now and there was no turning back and he didn't care. Right now, he didn't. All he cared about was this desirable, wanton woman before him, luring him, tempting him beyond human will. With a long sigh, he moved toward her. His hands took hold of her wide, fleshy hips. He held her steady and then lodged the thick flesh bone of his cock deep into the long, inviting crack of her big, waiting ass. He pressed it in, rubbed it up and down, while she pushed welcomingly back at him. He reached around and filled his hands with the hard love apples of her breasts, roughly tweaking the up-thrust pinnacles of them. He could smell the sexy, animal-like heat of her wafting up from her ready, hair-covered bun.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she crooned. "You do like it, don't you? That means when I finally let you fuck me, I'll have to let you do it from the back. like, doggy-style. You ever done it to a woman that way?"
"No," he groaned.
"You'll love it," she promised. Then she eased away from him, turned, eased his pants and shorts down to his ankles. She led him to the couch stumblingly and sat down on it, with him still standing, facing her. She lifted his balls and licked them good and then once more suctioned his big, bleating hard cock into the hot, moist furnace of her eager mouth.
At that very moment, at the Barker's house, a similar scene was beginning to unfold in reverse. In this case, young Tammy Farr was the aggressor and Mrs. Dianne Barker, the victim. Later, Dianne wondered if part of it might not have been her own fault. Perhaps she had misled the lad in the first place, by seeming so interested in his personal life, talking to him about how he really should complete his education, that he was too nice and bright a boy to go through life being nothing but a handyman. And then asking him about his girl friends, that sort of thing. He could, she supposed, have taken this as an indication of a physical interest in him.
To tell the truth, she thought, in retrospect, it had all happened so fast that she wasn't really quite sure how it really did happen. No matter, really, though, she'd still been helpless. She couldn't have stopped him, anyhow.
When Tammy came at his usual time, she assigned some small tasks for him to do, fix the garbage disposal, put some washers on some of the faucets, pack and tie up a batch of old newspapers and magazines so that they could be sent to Goodwill. He finished up a little earlier than usual and, as usual, she invited him into the kitchen for cookies and milk before he left.
She hadn't thought about it before but this was the first time she'd ever been in the house alone with Tammy. When he asked her where her husband was, without even thinking, she'd replied, "Oh, this is his day to make calls, sick visits, that sort of thing on some of his parishioners. He probably won't be home until dinner time."
Tammy knew this, of course, but just wanted to make sure.
Then, as she moved about the kitchen, Dianne became aware of the fact that Tammy was staring admiringly and quite insolently at the way her large breasts swayed and bobbled around under the housecoat she was wearing. Because of the hot weather, she was wearing nothing beneath it but there was no indication of this, except the bouncing of her breasts. As Tammy continued to ogle them, she did become a bit embarrassed, though, and she wished that she had at least put on a bra.
And strangely, the way he was looking at them, made her feel a little flushed and she became aware that her large, fat nipples were suddenly hard. Finally she could stand it no longer. Rather coldly, she said, "Tammy, why are you looking at me so strangely? It's really not polite to stare, you know."
He grinned boldly. "Oh, I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Barker. Just couldn't help it, I guess. You have got a beautiful body, you know."
"Tammy!" she said, shocked. "What's the matter with you? I-I'm a married woman and your minister's wife and-and your employer, too. That was very impertinent of you."
He shook his head, still grinning. "Not impertinent, Mrs. Barker. Whatever that is. Just honest. I've admired those luscious big boobs of yours for a long time and have often wondered how they'd look bare, how they'd feel in my hands."
Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped. For a moment she couldn't find words. Then, angrily, she blurted, "That's enough, Tammy. I won't have you talking to me like that. You're fired. Now you get out of here, right this minute. I'm surprised and ashamed of you!"
He got up from the table and quickly moved toward her. She watched him with fascinated horror and now she could no longer deny to herself what the look in his eyes meant. She tried to run out of the kitchen but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her arm and yanked her back. He pinned her arms to her sides, holding her close to him and his mouth moved to the sensitive nerves at the side of her neck and began kissing and tonguing and gently sucking the tender flesh there.
In spite of herself, she gave a shudder, feeling the first faint pangs of awakening desire. "No, no, Tammy, please!" she gasped. "Stop it this minute. Stop it and let me go and I won't say anything to anybody."
He stepped back, catching her by surprise, making her think he was going to do as he'd been told. Instead he reached out and grabbed her slender wrists, imprisoning both of them with one of his big, strong hands. His other hand reached for the zipper at the top of her house coat. He quickly yanked it all the way down and both sides of it fell open, revealing her resplendent nakedness. The big, strawberry-topped white mounds of her gorgeous breasts leaped out.
"Oh, my God," Dianne thought. "This-this can't be happening to me!"
She started to scream but little of the sound escaped as he clamped his free hand over her mouth, stifling it. Then his head bent and she felt the hot slipperiness of his tongue lapping at her fiercely distended nipples, first one, then the other.
Squirming to get free, she tried kicking at him but she was barefooted and the contact against his hard shinbone merely hurt her own toe.
As she stood trembling, frightened, trying to think what she could do to stop this terrible thing from happening, she became aware of his expert, hot young mouth now sucking the big swollen red summits of her breasts.
Then his mouth moved away and he told her huskily, "Mmmmmm, those are delicious, Mrs. Barker. I've never sucked a lovelier pair of boobs. They were even better than I thought. Now, let's see what we have down here. But, first, let me tell you that if you try screaming again, not only won't it do you any good but I'll have to knock you on your pretty ass. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
She slightly shook her head and he moved his hand from her mouth but he still held her wrists imprisoned. She didn't try to scream but she did let out a long, shocked moan when she suddenly felt his hand boldly thrust itself between her thighs and cup the warm, hairy plumpness of her vulval area and then the forefinger of that hand, exploring her hot grotto, pushing between the full lips, already respondingly moist. While he wickedly fingered her, she couldn't refrain her hips from giving an involuntary twist of pleasure. Especially as he at the same time once again began sucking the stiffly protruding, sensitive knobs of her nipples.
"Oooooh!" she gasped, trying to think what to do, what to say. Then it suddenly occurred to her that he was just a boy, obviously with a lot of sex hang-ups and probably needed relief so badly he was half crazy. It must be that. And-and maybe he wasn't really planning to rape her at all. Why, he probably wouldn't even dare do that! So, maybe if she just cooperated a little, or at least didn't try to fight him off, he would be satisfied with just feeling her up and maybe, maybe he might just get so excited that he would have an orgasm in his pants or something and then this horrible thing would be over.
She closed her eyes, telling herself that in the meantime she'd just pretend nothing was happening. It was a little difficult, though, the way his fingers were so expertly diddling her now thoroughly wet pussy. As she felt herself responding more and more, she told herself that she'd pretend it was just like a dream she sometimes had and to go right ahead and enjoy it as long as it was happening, anyhow.
Soon she found herself saying softly, "It-it's all right, Tammy. I'm not mad at you anymore. I understand. Just as long as you don't hurt me."
Without even realizing it, her hips were now moving back and forth in rhythm with his expert fingering, even though he was still just running it back and forth along the honeyed groove between her outer lips, as yet hadn't made it penetrate her vagina nor tickled her clitoris which was beginning to stand eagerly.
"You're right, Mrs. Barker," he answered. "I sure wouldn't hurt you. Just want to give you a little nice lovin', is all. That never hurt anybody, now, did it? You going to tell the reverend on me?"
Her head was thrown back, her eyes still closed and she was breathing hard, now. "N-n-no, I-I guess not, Tammy. As-as long as you hurry up and get it over with."
"Oh, there's no hurry, Mrs. Barker. A long, slow one is always much better. The first time I like to make a woman come a lot so she'll really remember and want more later."
"C-c-come, Tammy?"
"Sure. Don't tell me you never have. Oh, wow! Then I know you've never had this!"
She opened her eyes and looked down. He was on his knees, staring at the thick golden fleece of her pubic hair. "Oh, no!" she gasped. "You can't look at me down there. I've never let even Wyn do that."
Surprised, he said, "You mean your old man has never had a closeup of this beautiful, hot, juicy cunt?"
The crudity of his words shocked her so that she couldn't even answer. Then Tammy said, "He must not know what's good."
His finger was still working back and forth between her swollen and excited love lips but then suddenly it pulled out and Tammy bent his head forward, opening his mouth. He pressed it over the top of her hairy gully and his tongue darted out. Expertly it probed the top of the slit until it found the waiting little nubbin of her clitoris sticking up like a small, wet, pink pearl. He flicked it and swirled around it and the sudden wild sensations that flooded her loins made Dianne Barker think she would faint.
At the same time she humped her hips in delight, she cried out, "Oh, no, Tammy, not that! Nobody's ever done that. It's terrible! Stop it, stop it, Tammy! Oh, it's not nice! Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop! OH! DONT STOP!"
She forgot everything now except the savage sexual feelings that were flooding her whole body as his knowing, eager young tongue tippled and tumbled her excited tiddly. She hardly noticed when he reached out and pulled a kitchen chair toward them and abruptly grabbed her foot and put it up on it, thus opening her long, smooth white thighs, completely exposing all of her long, wet channel, enabling him to give the whole thing a good tongue bath.
Now his tongue lapped up and down between the thick, spongy wet outer lips, the tip of it tickling the even more sensitive pink, inner petals. It swabbed up and down with what was to Dianne amazing agility and rapidity. It was so much better than a finger, she decided. Why hadn't anybody ever done this to her before? It was so teasing, so delightful and it was getting better, better every second it seemed. It was even better than Wyn's cock rubbing there, she thought.
Then his tongue was back on her clitoris and now his lips were sucking at it, gently, wetly, tugging, vacuuming the torrid little tab now pronging out even more stiffly as though asking for more, more.
In wild abandon now, not caring about anything but responding to the terrible, wonderful thing this beautiful boy's tongue was doing to her hot pussy, Dianne was humping her hips wildly in accompaniment. She felt as though her whole quim was going to be suctioned into his mouth. For the first time in her life that she could remember, she felt an orgasm rapidly building. Its intensity scared her but she couldn't fight against it. A soft keening began in her throat and then grew louder. She reached down and caressed Tammy's head, pressing her genitals tightly against his furiously working mouth.
Then it hit her. She felt as though everything in her had suddenly turned to liquid and was emptying out through her vagina, pouring into his sucking mouth.
"OH, YES! OH, GOOD! OH, MORE, MORE, MORE! MMMMMNNNNN! I CAN'T STAND IT! I'M GOING TO DIE! OH, SO HEAVENLY. OOOOHHHH! AHHHHHHH! TAMMY! TAMMY! TAMMY! TAMMY!"
As her sweet nectar flowed into his eagerly lapping mouth, Dianne could no longer even speak. Only wild, guttural, gurgling sounds came forth as the full force of her tremendous spend wracked her whole body.
When it was over, Tammy eased his wetly glistening face away from her crotch and then stood up. He moved close to her and hugged her against him, reached around and gripped the soft flesh of her behind as through his trousers, he made her feel the hot, throbbing hardness of his engorged cock against her soft belly, he said, "Groovy, huh, Mrs. Barker?"
"Oh, Tammy, Tammy," she moaned. "I'm so ashamed of myself for losing control."
"You couldn't help it, baby," he soothed her. "Was that really the first time you've ever come? It must have been. I've never had such a flow of good sweet juice."
"As-as well as I can remember," she admitted.
"It'll be even better the second time," he told her.
Looking startled, she said, "You-you mean you're going to do it again? I-it-can happen to me again?"
"Of course," he told her, grabbing her hand and leading her out, through the dining room into the living room. He forced her gently back on the couch and then swiftly took off his shirts, his shoes, his trousers, and jockey shorts. "Got to make myself more comfortable," he explained. "I can do it better that way." He grabbed the long thick, wagging hardness of his cock, which, she was amazed to note, was even bigger than her husband's, and shook it at her. "And you'll have something nice to play with while I do it."
She was fascinated by the fact that the glans of his organ was half covered by a hood of flesh and then he worked it back exposing the whole, light pink, well-shaped head of it. She also noted the smooth, hairless fullness of his big balls.
Then he was on the couch beside her, his loins, with his enormous sprout jutting out, beckoningly from its nest of hair, right before her face. She felt his mouth once more descend upon her widely opened groove. Again the unbelievably exciting licking, lapping and lip-nibbling began. At the same time, he reached and took her soft, white hand and placed it upon the throbbing, jumping hotness of his thick love muscle. She accepted it eagerly, clenching it in her fist, rubbing it up and down, feeling the silken skin slide back and forth over the hard and fiercely hot gristle beneath it.
She thought to herself: "Oh, playing with a man's thing while he's sucking you is so good! Oh, I--I love it!"
This time, his ravaging tongue brought her more quickly to climax. As she was in the throes of her second wild come, Tammy quickly shifted his position, got between her legs and while she was still bucking her hips frantically, begging for more of his tongue, he carefully placed the fat knob of his tortured cock at the entrance to her dewy hole and rammed it all the way home in one fast, brutal thrust.
As the invading monster crammed its hot thickness to the hilt into her slickly ready cunny, Dianne cried out in surprise. "Oh, noooo!" she wailed. "You're not-not supposed to do this to me, too. The-the other was bad enough. Oh, you can't!"
"Why not?" he demanded, treating her to his beginning specialty, a teasingly slow in and out pumping that always drove women wild.
"Be-because I don't even like to do this. Not--not even with my own husband. Oh, please stop. I-you see-I don't really enjoy it."
"Maybe because you've never had it real good, Mrs. Barker," he told her. "You're gonna enjoy it with me. You'd better believe it, baby!"
Then just as she thought she wasn't going to be able to stand his first teasing, slow-motion type fucking much longer, he abruptly switched to a wildly gyrating, double-time humping. At this, Dianne let out a loud, crooning sound of surprised delight and involuntarily began to bounce her buttocks up and down on the bed, her widespread legs flailing wildly.
Just as he thought she was about to climax, he deliberately slowed down again. Her breath wheezing in and out in sharp gasps, she groaned, "Oh, why'd you slow down? Do the other again. Fast! Faster!"
Her legs then scissored his waist and she humped up at him encouragingly. Tammy knew he had her then. He speeded up his attack but still not as fast as before. "Oh!" she cooed. "That's it! That's better! As-as long as you're forcing me to do this, damn you, you might as well do it right!"
"Yes, ma'am," he said. He raised up so that he could look down at her passion-contorted face and the spread of her great breasts on her chest, the big hard nipples like beacons beckoning for his attention. He lowered his mouth to them and sucked them hungrily while his hips began to grind faster and faster, driving his randy, walloping whang deeper and deeper, making her juice flow more copiously, making a deliciously exciting slurping noise, with each juicy inward plunge and outward draw.
Teasingly, he said: "I guess you're right. I ought to stop. You really aren't enjoying it very much, are you? The way I fuck, most women would be coming by now. Unless I make you come, it isn't worth a damn."
"Oh, no!" she cried. "Don't-don't stop now. Be-be patient. I-I think you can do it. Especially since you already made me do it once, with your mouth!"
He grinned to himself and raised her legs, bending them back so that her knees were at her shoulders. He grabbed her by the ass and began really plumbing the depths of her hot, wetly clamping pussy.
CHAPTER SIX
As he stood by the couch, looking down at the bobbing head of Bev Cantrell, for the moment the Reverend Doctor Wyndham Barker forgot his guilt at what he was allowing to happen, caught up as he was with the unbelievably ecstatic sensations her knowing, wet and lovely mouth was affording him.
His erect penis felt as though it was being anointed by a hundred tiny, feathery soft tongues, rather than only by one. Her big red soft lips held the girth of his shaft fairly loosely, which her years of expertise had taught her as the best way to begin, to create the maximum of sensation without actually bringing on orgasm too quickly. Her tongue only lazily swabbed his straining glans once in a while and her hands ever so gently caressed his testicles, teasingly working up their supply of sperm.
Oh, how wonderful! Wyn thought, as every once in a while he "Oooh'd" and "Ahhhh'd" with delight. He told himself, Nothing this good can really be bad. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Oh, how I love it. I've really been missing something. From now on I've got to get somebody to do it for me, if Dianne won't.
At the thought of his wife, Wyn had a sudden twinge of conscience but then Bev pulled her lips back until they were nursing only on the tender crown of his pego, tenderly ministrating to every part of its smooth, sensitive flesh.
A few moments later, he was dismayed to feel her let it pop from her mouth as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of it. She still held the thick, throbbing, hairy base in her hand though. She shook it, admiring the shining wet dimensions of its rigidity.
"Oh, what a nice one you've got, Wyn!" she told him. "It's one of the best I've ever had. Just right for good sucking."
Her words gave him a feeling of pride in his manhood that he'd never experienced before. He stuck out his chest and felt his cock jump gratefully in her fist. Then he watched her swing around and lie belly down on the couch, still holding his iron-hard member. His gaze moved to the high rising rounds of her monumental ass-cheeks, so smooth and white and firm-looking, with two adorable dimples where the base of each mound blended into her back.
She said, almost coyly, "I thought you might like to feel me back there while I love you some more with my mouth before we fuck."
She half pulled him down on the edge of the couch, in a position so that she could still apply her lips to his cock and yet at the same time he could easily reach her behind with his hands. As he felt the hot, wet oval of her mouth again envelop his throbbing helmet, he ran his hands over the steeply rising globes of her buttocks, marveling at their warm marble smoothness. He gently squeezed each of them in turn, testing the resilience of their springy woman flesh. He pushed them together, admiring the dark deepening of the long crack that divided them. Then he rolled them a little apart and the divide back there was so deep that her little rosette remained covered.
Finally, he ran his forefinger up and down her inviting crack and then all the way under, where he found her groove all hot and creamy with its impatience to be petted. He worked his finger back and forth between the thick, streaming lips, listening to her moan in appreciation as her oral attack on his cock increased in intensity. Soon his finger found the eagerly opened portal of her cuntal hole. It slid in and he was surprised that it wasn't loose at all, the way he'd thought it might be with a woman who fucked as much as Bev was supposed to do. But no, it was nice and tight and seemed to cling delightedly to his working finger. As he worked it in and out, faster and faster, Bev began to buck her hips, her big white hams quivering and her experienced mouth began to suck him off in earnest.
Her hot tongue was like a tiny, silken-skinned snake winding all around and about the head and neck and shaft of his quaking hard-on. He began to think he would go crazy as she sucked harder and faster, for a while, as much as she could get into her mouth and then, for another while, just the bulging acorn of it. At the same time, Wyn could feel her come dewing his fingers, seeping out around them.
With a wild, eerie cry of delight Wyn suddenly became aware of his own great load of seed out of control, starting to work its way upward from his balls. He felt" his already ragingly hard dick swelling up even more stiffly and, with this, Bev sensed his approaching come and began milking his balls encouragingly.
"OOOOOH, BEV!" he called out. "OH, NO! I-WAITED TOO LONG! IT'S-OH, MY GOD-IT-IT'S COOMMIINNGGGG! UUUGGGHHHH!
AAAHHHHHHOOOHHHHH!"
With the first burst of jism into her wildly sucking mouth, Bev's tongue went berserk around the spurting little eye at the top of the head, licking and lapping over it, feeling the balsamic fluid gushing forth, bathing her tender tongue. She sucked like a greedy child not wanting to miss one drop from the bottle. At the same time her hands gently massaged his contracting bag of balls.
It seemed to Wyn Barker that he'd never come as much in his life and might never be able to climax again; he felt drained. Slowly, his penis began to limpen. Still Bev did not release it from her mouth. She continued to lave it with her tongue, applying maddening suction. Now she raised to her hands and knees, reached down and began to frig herself. Watching this, hearing the juicy sound of her finger-fucking, feeling her impatient mouth still working on his relaxed prick, he felt a faint stirring of desire begin again.
Slowly it continued. At first it was just a slight thickening and hardening of his tool in her still hungry mouth. Very slowly, delightfully, it increased and then in a few more minutes it was at full stand again, once more filling her mouth.
"Wow!" Wyn cried gleefully. "I wouldn't have believed it possible. It's never happened to me before."
She slid his once again rampant ramrod from between her teasing lips and eyes hooded with lust, she surveyed the long, thick readiness of it. Triumphantly, she told him, "That's because you've never had me go down on you!"
"Or anyone else," he confided.
"Honestly?" She worked the loose skin back and forth along his bleating love muscle. "Oh, that's beautiful to know I was first. Well, now this big beauty is ready for bigger and better things. And it won't happen so fast this time. You'll really be able to give me what I want, a good, long, long fuck."
Still on her knees, she told him to get behind her. As he kneeled there, he impulsively leaned forward and began to kiss and lick her lovely big, naked ass. He rubbed his face all over it adoringly. Then he swabbed his tongue up and down the long, inviting crevice while Bev cooed her appreciation.
When she could wait no longer, she reached back between her own legs, seized his great, wagging pecker, and placed the hot, smooth tip against her sticky wet vestibule. "All right, now give it to me, baby! Push! Get that nice big thing in there!"
He arched his hips forward and felt his crown cram its way into the clinging, juicy opening. As she braced herself against his onslaught, he sunk it in, inch by glorious inch, until her smooth, heaving buttocks were full against his belly. He let it stay deeply imbedded for a moment, soaking there, feeling her cuntal walls cuddle it, her inner honey bathing it. Then he slowly slid it out until just the tip of the head remained, savoring every moment of this doggy-fuck that he'd always wanted and never had before.
Then, just as maddeningly slow, he worked it all the way in once more. By now Bev was groaning and moaning and rotating her big behind and urging him onto greater effort.
"Oooooh! Oh, that's it, love! Give me every wonderful inch. Oh, what good cock you're giving me. Mmmmmmmmmmm, Wyn, baby, what a man you are! Arrrggghhhh! Where'd you ever learn to fuck so good? Oh, darling, you're even better than Dirk! Oh, come on, harder, faster!"
At these words Wyn Barker swelled with natural male pride all the way to the top of his pistoning penis. Somehow he'd never quite felt fully a man with Dianne. He had the feeling he'd never satisfied her. He'd always thought it was his fault. Now he knew that it couldn't have been. This woman was experienced, lusty, passionate; she'd had many men. And she was praising him! She was delighting in his masculinity, his virile manhood. He was driving her crazy with his hotly probing prick and she loved every inch of it. By God, he was a man and he was proud of it and nobody, not even Dianne would ever be able to put him down again-even though she probably hadn't meant to. Or had she?
Then as he felt the sweet, sticky nectar of her cunt bathing his fiercely pumping cock and she screamed out loud with the joy of her first come, he skewered into her even more furiously. He felt like he was a god and his big dick was made out of hot marble and might never get soft again. He felt as though he could screw this lovely, appreciative creature all day. He wanted to. He wanted to fuck the big, wonderful, beautiful ass right off of her!
As Bev continued to come and cry out her pleasure, she gradually collapsed face down upon the couch. Wyn eased with her, never letting up, and now he slapped his loins against her jutting cheeks with each wild thrust. He was working in and out of her now like a pile driver, like a roto-rooter. And it seemed as though she couldn't stop coming. He could feel the copious flow of her juices sluicing out onto his pubic hair. His balls slammed against the top of her cunt with every fiercely forceful ram into her.
Soon she wailed, "OHHH! OH, YOU COME, TOO, WYN! SQUIRT IT INTO ME! I'VE HAD
ENOUGH! NOW I WANT TO FEEL YOUR GOOD COME FILLING ME UP! AAAAGGGHHHAGGHH! YES, BABY, NOW COOOMMMMMEEE NOOOOWWWWW!"
That was all it took. The thick, white stuff welled up from his swinging testicles, exploded through the length of his hard jamming prick and gushed out in a steady, fountaining geyser of hot wetness. Long after it had ceased to spurt, it continued to trickle and seep as he kept pummeling her, making the whole wonderful sensation last to the nth degree.
When it was almost soft and he eased it out of her soggy wound with a slight popping sound, they both signed their satisfaction and again Bev told him how good he'd been and she'd die if she didn't have him again soon. Gratefully he patted her plump butt but already, now that he was emptied of his lust, he was beginning to feel the qualms of guilt, the sense of betrayal of his calling.
Quickly he got dressed as Bev still reclined naked upon the couch, quietly smoking a cigarette. He avoided looking at her. Before he left he started to say something about the supposedly original purpose of his visit, Bev's "problem" but then quickly he realized that had just been a ploy to get him to her apartment so that she could seduce him, satisfy the obvious yen she had for him.
With a rather self-conscious wave, he told her, "Well, I-I guess I'd better be going now."
"Okay, Wyn," she answered languidly as she watched him move toward the door. As he went out, she wasn't sure but she thought that he walked a little taller, a little prouder. Maybe it wouldn't last long, she decided but at least for a while, she had made Wyn Barker feel like a man. What a cold bitch that wife of his, Dianne, must be, not to be able to give a nice, handsome husband like Wyn a good wifely fuck. She could never understand women who were lucky enough to have kind, good providing husbands not being smart enough to give them all the different kinds of sex they wanted.
Then she wondered how Tammy Farr had made out with Dianne, knowing that Dirk Smithers had talked Tammy into giving her a try while she was keeping Wyn busy here in her apartment. Maybe Dianne was so frigid even a fine young stud like Tammy couldn't do her any good.
At that very moment Dirk and Tammy were listening to the end of a tape recording that Tammy had secretly made with a small machine hidden under the Barkers' living room sofa.
"Listen to this," Tammy said gleefully. "Here's where it really gets good. I got her legs back up by her ears and her royal ass so high up she's practically standing on her head and I'm sinking the meat into her so deep it's practically coming out of her mouth."
He slightly turned up the volume of the tape and they heard two people grunting and moaning and their combined heavy breathing and then Diane's voice squalled, "Oh! AHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH! Mmmmmm! TAMMY, SO-SO DEEP! I-I'VE NEVER HAD IT SO DEEP INTO ME! OH, WHAT A NICE LONG ONE YOU'VE GOT! OH, IT'S DRIVING ME CCRRAAAZZYYY!"
Then Tammy's voice said, "You like it, huh, Mrs. Barker? Is it really good? You like being fucked like this? Tell me, baby, or I'll stop right now!"
"Say it, then, Mrs. Barker! I want to hear it. It makes it better. Don't be afraid to use the right words. Tell me how much you like my cock, to be fucked like this!"
"ALL-ALL RIGHT! OOOOH, YESSS! I-I DO! I-I LOVE YOUR GREAT BIG, HARD YOUNG COCK AND WHAT IT'S DOING TO ME! I LOVE THE WAY YOU FUCK ME WITH IT. COME ON, TAMMY! I-I'M WORKING RIGHT WITH YOU NOW! FEEL HOW WET I AM. I-I'M GETTING READY TO COME! OH, I-I'M GOING TO DO IT, JUST LIKE I DID WHEN YOU WERE SUCKING ME! OH, TAMMY, YES, YES, YES! HERE! HERE! NOW! HERE I-I GOOOO! OOF! AH! WAAAHHHHH! OH, I-I'M COMMIINNNG! COMING ALL OVER YOUR NICE PRICK! AHH! MMMMMNN! UH! HU! HU! EAAHHIIIYYEE!"
At that point, Tammy reached out and snicked off the tape. "That's it, Dirk," he said. "Man, I mean she was like a mountain lion in heart, once she started to get off. She really clawed my back, man, and that dripping pussy of hers was like a hot velvet vise around my cock as I started pumping my own juice into her."
"Yeah!" Dirk Smithers said enthusiastically, his sullen, heavy-jawed good looks twisted in a leering smile. "I wish I could've been there to see it. But I will be next time."
"Next time?"
"Sure, You don't think we're through with that high and mighty smart-assed bitch, do you? The way she liked it, believe me she'll be back for more. And that's when I'm going to get some, too. I can't wait to bring that snotty, phony, holier-than-thou broad down. To feel my own cock in her, in her highbrow cunt, in her highbrow ass, in her prissy mouth. I'm gonna make her crawl, not only for what she did to poor Bev but because I can't stand that kind of dame, anyhow. Always looking at me as though I was dirt and not good enough to eat her shit. Well, maybe she'll eat mine before we're through with her. In addition to feeling my cock in all the good places, she's going to get a taste of my riding crop across her royal ass, too. I can't hardly wait."
Tammy Farr cringed a little at the brutal vehemence of the man but he didn't say anything. He had long ago learned that it didn't pay to cross Dirk Smithers. The first and only time he had tried it, a year or so ago, Dirk had beaten him, making sure to leave no visible marks, so that he was sore for a week, could hardly walk about. Dirk was an expert at that from long years of experience with recalcitrant prisoners.
"How'd Bev make out?" Tammy asked, changing the subject.
Dirk made a circle with his thumb and forefinger. "Beautiful! The Rev really dug that mouth of hers and her twitching hot snatch. She gave him the time of his life. You want to hear that tape?"
Tammy nodded agreement and then Dirk told him, "After that I'll tell you a little plan I got lined up for Kitty Robbins, so she'll be a pushover for you-and then, of course, later, for me, after you've got her virgin young pussy broken in real nice."
"Kitty?"
"Yeah," Dirk said. "After we listen to this tape, I'll tell you."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kitty Robbins and Bev Cantrell both worked part time a couple of days a week at the Ebersburg Five-And-Dime store as counter clerks. The two had become warm, easygoing friends and because Kitty was such a shy, retiring girl, despite her prettiness, she had no really close friends of her own age and considered Bev her "best friend." She liked Bev's sense of humor and for some reason wasn't offended by her sometimes rough and salty way of talking.
Part of Kitty's shyness, lack of self-confidence, stemmed from the fact that she had been a "late bloomer," physically. She arrived at the state of puberty rather later than most girls. Her awkward, between-little-girl-and-big-girl stage lasted, what seemed to her, forever. She was gangly and awkward from twelve right up to the age of fifteen, when she suddenly flowered. Because of this, boys shunned her and other girls her age acted superior and disparaging because they had boobies and hair around their thing and she didn't.
Then it all seemed to happen at once. At fifteen, within a couple of months, Kitty menstruated for the first time and a rather sparse growth of tiny blonde ringlets appeared on her mound and the flesh around her nipples began to swell and then the nipples themselves, until to her amazement she developed two rather spectacular-looking, pear-shaped breasts. The rest of her small body filled out accordingly. Kitty was so overwhelmed by this sudden and spectacular physical change that she could hardly believe it.
In some ways the suddenness of it was just as embarrassing as her long-term state of scrawniness. She had difficulty adjusting to the sudden hot-eyed interest of boys and men and the gawkish grappling for her breasts that occurred the couple of times she tried dating. The awkwardness of boys her own age frightened her and she started turning down dates. Soon there were no more offers. There were plenty of other girls who didn't mind clumsy hands digging inside their bras or up between their legs.
Now, at sixteen, all of Kitty's girlish, romantic, and even sexual yearnings were focused upon Tammy Farr. She would gladly have given her right arm for a date with him. Yet for some reason she couldn't comprehend, although he was always friendly and nice to her and sometimes gave her the impression that he "liked" her, he never asked her to go out with him.
Once, when Kitty mentioned this problem to Bev, the older woman told her quite frankly, "Honey, Tammy Farr might not be too much older than you but he's much more mature, more mature than most young guys his age and even a lot of older men. Sexually, I mean. I know for a fact that he screws a lot of the young housewives at the places he works and I've heard that he's a real good stud. I guess probably he figures if he went out with you all you'd let him do would be to hold your hand and maybe kiss you a few times. Once a guy has had a lot of good nookie, that's not enough for him anymore. He's just not interested in inexperienced young girls."
Kitty was a little stunned and hurt by that frank explanation but as the months went by she more and more realized the truth of it. But what was the solution? How did she get to be experienced? She certainly didn't even want any other young guy feeling her breasts or between her legs. The very idea of it made her frightened, made her blush with embarrassment but when she thought of Tammy doing that to her, it got her terribly excited and made the little crease in her plump young cunny get all moist and it made her nipples so hard they felt as though they might burst.
At times when she thought about Tammy's hands doing these intimate things to her, she would get so hot that she would have to use her finger when she was alone in her bed, gently probing, rubbing up and down the dewy crevice, then rubbing the little collar button of a clitoris that leaped wetly erect at the top of it. When she did this the feelings were glorious, as she pretended it was Tammy's finger doing that to her and they got better and better until she couldn't stand it hardly and knew she would have to cry out and bump up and down on the bed in her wild excitement and then she would have to stop because, of course, she couldn't do that without arousing the suspicion of her widowed mother with whom she lived. So, though she had a number of times been on the verge, Kitty Robbins had never experienced actual climax.
So it was that when Dirk Smithers ordered Bev, under threat of terrible physical punishment if she didn't obey him, to seduce little Kitty Robbins, Bev decided to use Kitty's hot pants urge for Tammy.
She told the younger girl that she knew Tammy would like to go out with her and she could fix it up for Kitty any time she wanted to but that before that she had to make sure that Kitty wouldn't make a fool of herself and turn Tammy off as far as she was concerned, forever.
"Oh, Bev!" Kitty said ecstatically. "I-I'll do anything. What can I do, to prove that I-I won't mind what Tammy does to me?"
"Well, for one thing," Bev told her. "I think you need some lessons in sex education. I can, well, tell you what to expect and how to react and all that. Okay?"
"Of course. When can we do it?"
They made a date for the next afternoon and they were to meet in an empty furnished apartment in Bev's building, for which she had the keys so that she could try to rent the place while the manager was away for a few days.
At first Bev had been appalled by what Dirk Smithers wanted her to do to the young girl while he secretly watched. But then she slowly began to get excited by the notion. It might really be kicks; the kid was so beautiful and young and juicy and innocent. And it certainly wouldn't hurt her any. It would certainly be better for her than to be practically raped by some overanxious oaf of a teenager. Bev had not had a homosexual experience since she was thirteen and spent the summer at a girls' camp. She hadn't really thought about it much since then but now she remembered those experiences and how wickedly thrilling they had been at the time and she decided that it could very well be that way again.
Kitty, of course, hadn't the slightest idea of what was going to happen. She just thought that Bev was going to explain to her a lot of sophisticated things about sex, tell her what to expect on a date with a very experienced young man like
Tammy Farr and how she should react and that would be about all to it.
She showed up at the empty furnished apartment, wearing a pullover sweater that beautifully outlined the thrust of her brassiered breasts, a miniskirt that barely covered her crotch, tight little silken panties and a pair of calf-high boots.
When Bev let her in, she said, giggling nervously, "Okay, Bev, here I am. Let's begin the sex lessons."
"Okay, hon," Bev told her. "Let's go to the bedroom."
"The-the bedroom?"
Bev laughed easily. "Where else? That's where most sexual experiences happen. We might as well be in the right atmosphere."
"I-I suppose so," Kitty said, hesitantly.
She followed the older woman into a small, cheaply furnished bedroom where Bev Cantrell immediately began unbuttoning the front of her summer print dress.
"What-what in the world are you doing?" Kitty gasped.
"Getting undressed, dear. You see I'm quite a good masseuse and the first thing that has to be done with you is to see to it that you're fully relaxed. The best way to achieve that is with a good massage. Come on, you have to take your clothes off, too. Don't mind my being naked. Massaging is hard work and all the freedom of movement possible makes it much easier for me to do a good job."
Bev was not wearing anything under her dress and when she shrugged it off, Kitty stared at her, blushing. She'd seen other females nude but that was in the gym shower room at school. This was so much different-being in a bedroom alone, with this mature woman.
"I-I don't know," Kitty said, nervously. "I-I am already relaxed."
Bev laughed. "Oh, you sound like it, all right. You're as tense as a coiled spring." She stepped toward Kitty. "Come on. I'll help you. Once you've got all your clothes off and I start to massage, you'll forget all about being nude. It'll seem like the most natural thing in the world."
With that, Bev started to raise up the bottom of Kitty's sweater. "Okay, up with your arms so I can get this off."
Hesitantly, Kitty obeyed and Bev whisked the sweater up and over her head. Then quickly, she stepped behind her and unsnapped her bra.
"Oooooh!" wailed Kitty. "Do I have to take that off, too?"
"Of course, silly," Bev told her, smiling. "What's the difference? We're both girls."
"I-I suppose," Kitty murmured as she felt her bra being completely removed and the air striking her bared breasts. She felt her nipples rise up, perky and hard. They were coral colored and leaped like little rosy spikes from the plump, slightly darker areolas surrounding each one. Her breasts stuck straight out from high on her chest, shaped like succulent pears, slightly uptilted.
From where he was peeking in the dark of a closet, with the door slightly opened, Dirk Smithers could hardly restrain himself when he saw the young girl's lovely breasts. Oh, man, he thought to himself, look at that set of tits, will you? Just about the best I've ever seen! Oh, man, I could probably come, just sucking on those beauties.
Then he heard Bev say, "Oh, my, honey but you do have gorgeous boobies. Tammy will just love them, I'm sure."
"You-you think so?"
"He'd have to be made of stone not to. First thing he'll probably want to do is play with these pretty things a little."
Bev reached out and gently cupped both jutting cones of girl flesh, wondering at the solid firmness of them. Her thumbs brushed against the stiffened nipples as Kitty gasped in some dismay.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
"Just demonstrating what Tammy is going to want to do and at the same time acquaint you with the various female erogenous zones, as the sex manuals call them. Doesn't this feel nice, Kitty?" She tenderly pinched each salmon-colored, tumescent nipple, tweaking them between her fingers.
"I-I guess so," Kitty said, trembling. "But it also makes me feel kind of-of funny. Say, listen," she said, suddenly horrified. "You-you're not a-a lesbian or something, are you?" Immediately she was sorry she said it. It was a terrible thing to say and from what she'd heard about Bev Cantrell and men, an utterly ridiculous idea.
But Bev didn't seem to get mad. She just laughed and said, "Of course not, dear. I love men and the more the merrier, but even the most feminine of women sometimes admire another one's body and get pleasure from it. But I see you're more nervous than ever, so we'd better get on with the massage."
She took her hands from Bev's breasts and reached down to hook her thumbs into the waist of the younger girl's panties and peeled them down over her hips, pushed them whisperingly down her white, shapely thighs and then let them fall to her ankles. Kitty daintily stepped out of them.
"Now go lie down on the bed on your belly," Bev told her. As the younger girl complied, Bev picked up her purse and extracted a seven-inch long electric hand massager. It was round and had a bullet-shaped tip on one end.
Watching, Kitty said, "What's that?"
"A battery-powered massager. It'll really make you feel good."
Kitty was now sprawled out on the bed, face down. The faintly downy crease along her spinal column was like an exclamation point calling attention to the high rising, soccer-ball roundness of the cheeks of her behind.
Watching from the closet, Dirk Smithers felt his penis rising hard as a length of hot lead pipe inside his breeches at the sight of the naked, nubile young girl sprawled like that on the bed. Oh, look at that, he told himself, that fat little ass is just made for back-scuttling! He could almost feel how good those rosy round young globes would be against his belly.
Now Bev was kneeling on the bed beside Kitty, running the faintly burring vibrator up and down her spine and over her shoulder blades. Then she moved it down, let its warm, smooth vibrations be felt over both of Kitty's high round buttocks and along the deep crack in between them. When she gently ran the round hard thing along there, she watched Kitty's ass cheeks tighten, heard her give a small gasp and knew that she was sexually enjoying the sensation.
Suddenly she forced the bullet-shaped end of the instrument down in between Kitty's lovely thighs, ran it right down in tightly against her vagina, and let it vibrate there as Kitty squirmed and squealed, "No, no! Not down there! It-it feels funny!"
Firmly Bev placed a hand in the hollow of Kitty's spine and held her down while she gently worked the vibrator against her pussy.
"Easy, baby," Bev told her. "This won't hurt you. It'll just give you a good feeling, get you nice and hot. You've got to get used to being sexually stimulated, you know, so that when Tammy plays with you, you'll know what it's all about."
Still squirming but now with a delicious feeling flooding her sex organs at the feel of the hard, round vibrator tingling against her moistening slot, Kitty protested, "Yes, but he won't use something like that, will he?"
"Probably not," Bev admitted. "I guess he'll use his finger at first to get that sweet thing of yours all nice and juicy and then, of course, he'll use that big, hot stiff cock of his."
Visualizing in her mind how much better Tammy's thing would be than the vibrator, Kitty wriggled in even greater pleasure. When Bev seemed to be about to withdraw the instrument, Kitty instinctively tightened her legs together, to prevent it. She wanted that nice, warm, round, hard tingly thing up there against her most sensitive part, just a little longer.
A moment later, though, Bev suddenly withdrew the thing and quickly ran her hand down between Kitty's plump white thighs, instead. "Mmmmmm, let's see if it worked right and made you all nice and wet down here!"
Again Kitty clenched her thighs, this time imprisoning Bev's hand and the fingers expertly stroking her now pearling quim.
"Ah, yes!" Bev said, her own sexual excitement rising fast at the feel of the warm, smooth, honeyed and virginal cunt being probed by her fingers. "Oh, that's good, dear! Just relax and enjoy it and pretend it's Tammy's nice fingers. Oh, it's getting juicier and juicier. Oh, Tammy will love that. All men love to know how hot they're getting a girl."
Inside the closet, Dirk Smithers was almost beside himself with lust. His own hand was clamped tightly over the big, hot, throbbing ridge in his pants as he watched, thinking, Dammit, Bev, hurry up and get down on her, will you? I can't wait much longer. If I don't get sucked and fucked soon, I'm going to blow my lump right in my pants.
As though reading his mind, Bev listened to Kitty's moaning and cooing in response to the delightfully expert fingering she was getting and knew that the younger girl was now so aroused that Bev could take further liberties with her.
She gently rolled Kitty over onto her back and now her diddling finger worked from the front, up and down the partially opened pinkness of the younger girl's sweet groove, just barely giving her clitty a teasing touch on the upstroke. At the same time she used the electric massager on Kitty's beautiful up-thrust breasts, tickling the tender pink points of them, making them even longer and stiffer.
Kitty by now knew only that she was enjoying the most ecstatic sensations she'd ever known. She could no longer keep completely still and her hips jerked spasmodically and small mewling sounds of excitement came from her partly opened mouth.
Slowly, Bev worked the massager down from Kitty's breasts, across her white little tummy, and then over the sparsely hair-covered bulge of her mound. With her fingers, she forced open the top of Kitty's throbbing pussy, exposing the oily, erect little pink bud of her clitoris and gently rubbed it with the vibrating instrument.
Immediately Kitty let out a high, keening whine of lustful pleasure. Her own finger against her prong had felt good but nothing like this madly vibrating thing. It sent wild waves of sexual pleasure quivering all through her and now she wantonly humped her hips against that hard, round titillating thing that was driving her so crazy.
"Oh, Bev! Bev! Bev! Bev!" she cried out.
While she was in the throes of approaching orgasm, Bev reached down with her free hand and spread the girl's naked white thighs as wide as possible. Her own cunt lips were now wet and swollen with need as she gaped at the feminine treasure she'd completely exposed to her own lascivious gaze. She had never seen anything quite like it. There was no pubic hair growing between the young girl's legs. Her vulva was like a ripe peach, slightly split open, revealing a glimpse of the tender pink meat inside of it. The sides of it were plump and smooth.
"Oh, Kitty!" Bev moaned. "Oh, what a lovely, adorable little pussy you have. I just love it."
With that, while she continued to torture the twanging little tab of Kitty's clitoris with light rubbings of the massager, she took the middle finger of her other hand, ran it down the girl's creaming bun, until it located the small tight opening of her vagina. Slowly, she inserted the tip of her finger to make sure there was no obstruction and then eased it all the way in, enjoying the way the tight, soupy, girlish hole clung to her frigging finger.
Kitty was now in a delirium of sexual delight. Her behind bounced madly up and down on the bed, in rhythm to Bev's digital frigging and the teasing of her thoroughly aroused little love button. Soon, she called out, "OH! OHHHHH! Bev, you-you'd better stop! I-I can't stand any more! It's too good! It's too MMMUUUCCCHHHHH!
AH! OHHHHH! I think I'm going crazy. Watch out! I THINK I-I'M GOING TO PEEEEE!"
Bev knew then that the girl's first wild come was about to start and that once it started, nothing could stop it. Quickly, she tossed away the vibrator, withdrew her finger from Kitty's drooling hole and buried her whole face in that hot, desirable crotch. Her tongue slithered up and down the sopping crease, licking and swabbing and then danced madly over and all around her tiny female hard-on, just as Kitty's raging climax reached its peak. The young girl was now bucking and writhing so much that Bev was hard put to keep her mouth applied to the right place.
At that moment, his face distorted with animal lust, Dirk Smithers rushed from his dark hiding place in the closet, yanking open his belt and unzipping his fly and pulling down his trousers, as he moved. He stood beside the bed, his big red and blunt-headed pego bobbing up and down, veins straining at the sides of it and watched Bev feverishly gobbling up Kitty's sweet, streaming juices, as the girl continued to come.
Kitty's head was thrown way back, her long blonde hair strewn about like poured honey, her eyes closed, a vein standing in her neck, as she keened her pleasure. She wasn't even aware of what was happening as Dirk reached down and with both hands massaged her up-thrust tits, rotating the pebble-hard tips in his hands and then tugging at them with thumb and forefinger. Next he removed one hand and picked up the girl's. He moved it toward his stiff standing rammer and clamped her fingers around it. Eagerly she clasped it and began rubbing up and down the thick, hot, turgid length of it.
Then as Bev slowly moved her moisture-covered mouth from Kitty's steaming crotch, the girl's climax subsided somewhat and she slowly came back down to earth. She opened her eyes and glanced around in surprise now at the strangely pleasant sensation of the hard, feverishly hot thing she was holding in her hand.
When she saw what it was, she couldn't believe her eyes. She stared at the fat, smooth, reddish crown and the big bush of hair from which this monster protruded and then at the fat pouch of balls that hung below it. Oh, no, she told herself, it can't be! Oh! oh, but it was! A MAN'S BIG, HARD THING!
She glanced up then, into the lust-twisted face of Dirk Smithers, smiling evilly down at her as he continued to squeeze and knead her big, pouting boobs.
Her hand dropped away from his penis and she cried out, "Oh! Oh, Mr. Smithers! I-oh, this is terrible! What-what are you doing here?"
"What do you think?" he sneered. "I'm watching you get sucked off and loving every second of it. Watching you come like a bitch in heat."
She struggled to arise. "Let-let me out of here! I-I've been tricked! Oh, this is awful!"
Roughly, Dirk shoved her back down again. "You didn't think it was so awful a few moments ago. You sounded like a damned banshee when you were creaming in Bev's mouth. And you seemed to like the feel of my cock pretty good, too. So take hold of it again while Bev eats some more of that hot young snatch of yours."
The harshness of his gutter language shocked and humiliated poor Kitty. She didn't know what to say, what to do.
"Do as I tell you!" Dirk Smithers thundered. "Or would you like me to tell your mother about this; how you like Bev going down on you?"
"Oh, no, please don't!" Kitty begged, tears starting in her eyes, her full lower lip quivering.
"Then, God damn it, do as you're told. Lie back and relax and take my prick in your hand again. Bev, get your hungry mouth down on that sweet little pussy again. Give her another good come!"
Obediently, Bev lowered her mouth to the girl's wet crotch. This time, to start with, she managed to take the whole peach-like, smooth quim into her mouth and sucked it while she furiously ran her tongue up and down the welcoming, opened slit.
As she did this, Dirk once again took Kitty's small hand and put it on his raging hard cock.
"Play with that big thing, baby! Give it a little workout before you take it in your pretty mouth!"
Kitty was almost sure she hadn't heard right. That couldn't have been what he really said. He couldn't possibly want her to put that big, wagging, ugly thing in her mouth! And then once more her hand encircled it and her fingers sampled the hot, sticky-skinned feel of it, a sensation like no other, the way the skin slips back and forth over the hot, hard gristle beneath it.
Once more, the things Bev's mouth were doing to her now highly sensitized little love flower became too much. She forgot about everything else.
She stopped thinking. She could only react. As the older woman's long, wet, expert tongue slithered land snaked up and down between the undeveloped outer lips of her cunt, then probed at the pinkish inner morsels, flogging the protruding, penis-like clitty at the top, Kitty once again began the slow climb toward the mountain peaks of utter, wildly abandoned ecstasy.
As this gradually happened, Kitty found that she more and more enjoyed the burning hot sensation of Dirk Smither's long, thick, club-like cock in her hand. She began to frig it enthusiastically, working the whole length of it up and down in her fist and every once in a while, pausing to cup the fat, smoothness of the glans in the palm of her little hand.
"Ooooh! Mmmmmm! That's it, baby!" Dirk encouraged. "Jerk off my big cock while I watch you get your luscious pussy eaten!"
Then, as her fingers flew up and down his pulsating prick with even greater speed, Dirk suddenly yanked away, his elongated, hard penis jumping spastically. "Hey, that was almost too much!" he said. "Damn if you didn't nearly get me off with your hand. But we don't want to waste a good load of come now, do we?"
He waited a moment until he once again had control and then moved closer to Kitty's wildly rolling head as she was about to give Bev's vacuuming mouth another flow of nectar. When his big, wagging peter was right over Kitty's face, he took it in his hand, bent it down and placed the swollen head of it between the girl's moist, sweetly parted lips. With a grunt, he pushed and felt the rubbery bulk of it cram into Kitty's surprised mouth.
Half out of her mind with the lustful pleasure from Bev's mouth that seemed to be consuming her whole vibrating young body, Kitty was only aware that her own mouth was now full of what seemed to be a great fleshy lollipop. There was a strange but not unpleasant flavor to it. Instinctively, her tongue began to explore the hot, smooth, fat bulb of flesh, running around the ridge at the base of it, dipping into the little come-hole on top of it, and began to suck with real enthusiasm. Dirk took her
START HERE hand and placed it on his bulging scrotum, crying out his pleasure as her small, warm fingers toyed with the hard, round balls encased there.
"Oh, beautiful, girl!" he encouraged her. "Oh, your mouth is better than any cunt! Suck it! Gobble it up, baby! Eat that nice big prick!"
Now his obscene words, instead of shocking Kitty, added even more to the sexual excitement flowing up from her tongue-ravished wound. She humped faster and faster against Bev's slurping mouth, sucked harder and harder on Dirk Smither's bloated tool. Until finally he yanked it suddenly from her mouth with a popping sound like a cork springing from a bottle.
"Damn, if you didn't nearly do it again!" he told her. "I'd love to come in that pretty mouth of yours but I'd like to do some screwing first."
He said then to Bev, "Bev, switch around here, get your ass up this way and straddle Kitty's face. While you keep on sucking her, I'm going to hump you good, right up close to her face where she can see all the action."
Without taking her mouth from the younger girl's streaming channel, Bev moved around as she'd been instructed. Looking up, Kitty was stared to see the older woman's wet and swollen pussy, about a foot above her face. She thought, Oh, wow, it's not like mine at all. Look at all the hair around it! It looks like a mouth, with big fat wet lips pouted out!
As Bev's wildly swabbing tongue started Kitty on yet another come, the girl looked up and saw Dirk Smithers' great, randy cock rubbing along Bev's wet labia. It was pushing and probing as though trying to find an entranceway. Then suddenly, the big bullet-shaped head of it found the hole and began to cram its way in.
Oh, golly! Kitty thought. He-he's going to do it to her. He's going to put it in! And I-I'm going to see everything!
She watched the bleating, fat red crown of his ramrod that only a few minutes ago she had cupped enthusiastically in her hand and then had rolled around with her tongue, in her mouth, suddenly disappear as Bev's eager crevice sucked it in. Kitty watched it sink in deeper, disappear inch by fat, vein-bulging inch, into the wet, sucking maw of Bev's randy cunt. Then she watched it draw out, slick with Bev's free-flowing juices, all the way to the lip around the base of the head and then savagely ram all the way in again.
And all the time, Bev's hungry mouth was suctioning her own tortured pussy, tongue-reaming it, tongue-tippling the throbbing little prong at the top, causing her to go into one long, ass-bumping, quivering, soul-wracking come after another.
Several times she thought she would faint from the ecstasy that exploded through her whole body from head to toe, that emanated from her lustfully stimulated sex organs and flowed all over her, twanging every nerve end, so that she felt like a musical instrument being played by some mad concert maestro.
She watched Dirk's engorged cock plowing faster and faster, deeper and deeper into Bev's wetly sucking cunt. She listened to Dirk's guttural cries of lustful delight and Bev's as she snorted and moaned and groaned and then, strangely, her own voice, almost as though it was someone else's, some insanely obscene child's screaming, "Oh, yes! YES! YES! I LOVE IT! OH, IT'S SO GOOD! SOOOOO GOOOOOOD!"
Then she heard Dirk growl, "Oh, baby, I'm going to come now!"
She heard the thud of his groin against Bev's jutting behind as he pistoned in and out in rapid-fire rusts. Without even realizing what she was doing, she reached up and captured his big, heavy, swinging bag of balls with her little hand and caressed and milked them gently, as he shot his spend into Bev's tightly clamped cunt. Kitty watched the fat white drops of jism start to seep out around the thick shaft imprisoned by Bev's plump love lips, as Dirk filled her full, ore and more of them appeared and began to drip, I over her face. On her cheeks and forehead and chin, they drooled. Then onto her lips. She was only faintly aware that her tongue was darting out, licking and savoring the strange mixture semen and a woman's lubricating fluid and liking it, as her whole body spasmed in one final, quaking shattering come of her own. For a few seconds, she fainted.
When she came to, Kitty watched Bev cleaning off Dirk's drooping penis. She heard Bev say, "We shouldn't have done this, Dirk. We really got the sexually turned on. Now she's not going to be able to live without it. Sex, I mean. She'll be an easy fuck for every guy that goes after her."
Dirk Smithers laughed. "Good! I'll be first in Mine. I mean, second. It's still probably too damned tight for me. I'll let Tammy break it in for me. She should be really ready for him now." Kitty used a corner of the bedspread to wipe the partially dried drops of semen from her face, her flaming with humiliation. Then she quickly dressed, shaking her head sadly and softly crying, "Oh, I'm so ashamed, so ashamed! How Id I have allowed something like that to hap--"
"Oh, stop worrying about it, sweetie," Bev told her. "What's done is done. And it wasn't all that bad, was it? I mean you really dug it while it lasted. And now you'll really be ready for Tammy, won't have any juvenile hang-ups or embarrassment."
Kitty didn't answer. Right then she was sure she would never be able to look Tammy Farr in the face again. Or anybody, for that matter. She was sure that her guilt must show in her face, that she must surely look like the wanton whore she had become.
Back home, a little later, she was surprised to look in the mirror and see that she didn't really look any different than she ever had.
CHAPTER EIGHT
For several days after their first adulterous affair, both Wyn and Dianne Barker had a rather strained husband-wife relationship. Both were much more quiet than usual. Each tried to make up for their guilt feelings by being especially polite and attentive to each other. Each of them sensed that something was wrong with the other but did not want to question this because in turn it might bring about questions that he or she could not answer.
Nights they slept on separate sides of the big double bed, making sure they did not touch each other. At times, Wyn Barker, thinking about the delights of Bev Cantrell's horny mouth and the feel of her big, buxom rear end against his belly as he jammed his stiff penis in and out of her, would get an aching erection.
At these times, he yearned to turn over toward Dianne and do it to her even if she didn't respond as wildly as Bev had. But he felt it would be an unfair, unclean thing to do, to have intercourse with his own wife after becoming aroused by memories of his sexual encounter with another woman. Until he could once and for all get Bev Cantrell out of his mind he knew that he couldn't even touch Dianne in a sexual manner.
He didn't know, of course, that sometimes Dianne was going through a similar experience.
Remembering Tammy Farr's lips and tongue doing wickedly thrilling things to her sex organs and then that large young penis of his pounding into her, pounding, pounding, making her climax over and over. These times, she wanted to roll over toward Wyn, reach down and play with his phallus, making it big and erect and then straddling him, easing down on his rock-hard thing, feeling it penetrate to the hilt and then moving up and down on it and maybe now, now she could even come with her own husband. But she knew that she couldn't do that until somehow she had atoned for her terrible sin.
One night, as Wyn was sitting at his desk, preparing his Sunday sermon, Dianne asked him what the subject was going to be. Without looking up at her, he said solemnly, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone, plus judge not, lest ye be judged."
"Oh?" Dianne said, a little startled. "That--that should be quite interesting, dear. It makes me feel a little guilty, though, after that business of having Bev Cantrell thrown off the church committee. I-I suppose it really wasn't a very Christian thing to do."
Rather sternly, he said, "I don't intend it to be aimed at you, my dear, but I feel fairly certain that some of the other ladies on the committee are not without sin and certainly could not afford to be judged themselves."
Dianne didn't answer, suddenly once again overwhelmed with her own feelings of guilt.
Two days after her seduction by Bev Cantrell, Kitty Robbins ran into Tammy Farr in front of the malt shop. She felt her heart pounding as he came up to her with his big, boyish grin and said, "Hi, baby, what's happening?"
Blushing, wondering if he km w and there was hidden meaning in his question, she answered, "Oh, oh, noth-nothing, really, Tammy."
He arched his eyebrows at her. "You sure?"
"Of-of course. Nothing ever happens in Ebersburg."
He laughed. "I wouldn't bet on that. Anyhow, you're looking great, Kitty. There's something different about you. I don't know what it is but you somehow look more mature, more sophisticated." do?" she said, delighted.
"Listen," he said, suddenly serious. "You doing anything right now? I mean for the next couple hours?"
"Uh, why, no. Not really."
"Good. I've got to run out to the Creegars' place and check out a couple of things while they're away. You know, the rich guy who has that big estate out at the edge of town? You'll get a kick out of looking over the place. Why don't you run out there with me?"
"Oh! I-I'd love to," she said, floored by the first personal interest he'd ever shown in her.
"Okay. Let's go. My pickup's right down the street."
Twenty minutes later, they turned into a long driveway running between tall sycamore trees and then pulled up before a stately mansion.
"They left me the key so I could stop by and check things out while they're away," he explained. "But don't tell anybody I brought you out here," he added conspiratorially, winking at her.
"Oh, I won't," she assured him.
Inside, he conducted her on a tour of the big housi. Kitty ooohed and ahhed at the beautiful and expensive furnishings, the gorgeous paintings and crystal chandeliers. Tammy told her, "I'd like to have a big pad like this some day when I'm settled down and married. Man, I'd really love to be rich and successful."
"Oh, I'm sure you will be-some day, Tammy."
"Yeah, maybe," he said. "But I got to finish up school and get into something that'll make me s. bread. I guess what I need is a good wife to
'me settle down." He laughed. "How about that? Can you imagine me, married, maybe with a couple of kids running around?"
Kitty got so flustered she couldn't even answer as she thought of what it might be like if the was married to this big, beautiful guy she was so crazy about.
When they came to the big master bedroom with its canopied, king-size bed, Tammy said, "Wow! Imagine spending your honeymoon in a place like this?"
"Oh, it's so beautiful," Kitty agreed.
Suddenly he turned to her and took her chin in his hand and tilted it up toward him. "So are you, baby," he said. "I've been digging you for a long time, did you know that?"
"N-n-no, Tammy. You-you never showed it."
"Well, I guess I just couldn't believe that any chick as stacked and good-looking as you are could care anything about a dumb dude like me."
"I-I don't think you're dumb at all," she said quickly. "I-I think you're quite nice."
"You do?" He suddenly pulled her tightly against him with his free hand, still cupping her chin with the other. "That's good. That's beautiful, baby!"
Then his mouth was on hers, gently at first, lightly kissing, and then she felt the tip of his tongue running over her full lower lip. His hands caressed the hollow of her spine, sending shudders running through her. His tongue forced her mouth open and found hers. His hands dropped to her prominently rounded haunches, cupped them and pulled her closer against him. She became aware of the long, thick, hot hard lump rising in his jeans, pressing against her soft belly. She let herself flow against him and now her own tongue began to fence with his and soon they were both breathing heavily.
A few moments later, he eased a little away from her and he whispered, "Oh, Kitty baby, you don't know what you do to me. Let me show you." He took her hand and placed it on the thick, throbbing ridge in his pants. "You see how you turn me on? I want you, Kitty. I've got to have you. Will you let me?"
She buried her face against his shoulder, while her hand eagerly fondled his big hard-on, feeling the size and heat of it, even through the cloth of his pants. "Oh, Tammy! Tammy!" she whimpered. "I-I guess I'd do anything for you."
He began to unbutton her blouse down the front. "I want to see your beautiful breasts," he told her. "And kiss them and love them for you."
She stood, trembling, hardly able to believe that what she'd wanted for so long, was about to happen to her. He peeled off her blouse and reached back to unsnap her bra but had trouble with it.
"You do it for me," he urged her.
While she reached back to undo the snap, he removed her skirt and then her brassiere was free and she lifted it off, exposing the widely separated thrusting pears of her naked young breasts, the long coral-colored tips already fiercely aroused. She stood there before him, wearing only a tight pair of little silken panties.
"Oh, too much!" he gasped, gently feeling and fondling her firm breasts. "The most beautiful titties I've ever seen in my life!"
He bent his face toward them, delicately licked each swollen, tender nipple and then took turns taking them between his lips, gently tugging at them, pulling them out to even greater stiffness. Kitty moaned and marveled at his gentleness. Oh, she thought, this is what sex should really be, with a kind and thoughtful man, with a man you really love.
And then he was on his knees before her, his lips warm and moist against her belly as he ran both hands up and down one plumply smooth white thigh, then the other. His tongue licked into the tiny dimple of her belly button. Then his face was at her crotch and he began to lick her through the thin white silk. At the first touch of his tongue, Kitty thought she would swoon with the sudden overpowering thrill that shook her. It was so different from Bev doing that to her. He continued to lick her through the now sopping, flimsy silk, until her clitty was standing at full attention, begging to be taken care of.
She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, holding his head tightly to her. Next she felt his fingers inside the waistband of her panties and he slowly peeled them down over her plump hips, down the long, smooth whiteness of her lovely thighs and helped her step out of them.
He proceeded then to lick the tiny blonde curls that sparsely covered her prominent mound, to the top of her young girl crack. Then he let the hot wet arrow of his tongue slide down there and delve into the top of her gully until it encountered the moist and stiffening nubbin of her clitoris. He tongued it until it was quivering and in full erection, at the same time that his hands reached around and kneaded the plump, smooth dumplings of her jutting ass.
Kitty responded with little whinnying sounds of pleasure, her back arched and her hips moving slightly. "Oh, Tammy! Oh, Tammy, darling!" she cried out. "Have you ever done this to any other girl?"
"Mmmmm-nnn," he lied. "I've never wanted to but I do with you. Get over on the bed while I undress and I'll do it some more for you."
Obediently, she reclined on the bed and watched Tammy get undressed, her already wildly aroused sex instincts keyed up higher by the anticipation of seeing him naked. When he finally pushed down his jockey shorts and his long, thick white tool leaped free, the large, dark pink head half pushed out of its foreskin, she could hardly suppress a moan of delight at the gallant way it stood up at an angle and waggled from side to side as he walked toward her.
He got up on the bed, straddling her head so that his rigid rod dangled, throbbing, right over her face. He gently spread her naked white thighs and studied the delicate core of her womanhood. "Oh, man, what a beautiful one you've got," he told her excitedly. "So smooth and plump and no hair to get in the way, so I can lick it good all over."
Then he bent his head forward and his long tongue paint-brushed up and down the slot of her hotly waiting quim. It pushed in harder and forced open the undeveloped outer lips and explored the shining pink, more sensitive inner ones. Her juice was the sweetest he'd ever tasted. As he licked and lapped that now slickly honeyed girl-cunt, he felt her hand gingerly seize his dangling prick, exploring the feel of it and then, after a moment, clasping it eagerly.
While the wet, smooth caressing of her genital area drove Kitty mad with lust, she gazed up at the lovely white swollen cock only a few inches above her face and the round white balls pouched beneath it. Oh, how beautiful! she thought. It--it's not like that horrid Dirk Smithers' at all. It almost looks as though it's sculptured!
Gently, she forced back the prepuce, revealing all of the gracefully contoured knob of his phallus, all rosy and smooth and now with a small white pearl of lubricating fluid poised at the hole in the tip. Her other hand reached up and captured the twin, hard roundnesses in his scrotum. She rolled and tumbled them with her fingers and the palm of her hand.
Now, between her spraddled legs, Tammy's mouth was giving her the full treatment as he worked his tongue-tip in and out of the opening of her small hole in an expert oral fucking. As the almost unbearable pleasure of it swept over her, Kitty began bouncing her buttocks up and down and she suddenly had to give him the same kind of pleasure. She raised her head, guided the smooth acorn of his engorged prick to her mouth and the tip of her tongue avidly licked off the small dew-drop of lubricant, savoring the salty-starchy taste of it. Then she slid the whole throbbing crown between her full, moistened lips and into her mouth.
Oh, he was so good to suck, she told herself. In a few minutes I'm going to come and I won't care if he does, too. He can do it the other way some other time. I'll love feeling his lovely juice squirting in my eager, waiting mouth.
Then she did start to come, her hips bucking wildly, strange noises coming deep from her throat and through her hard-breathing nostrils, as Tammy sucked and licked her too long neglected clitty, giving it all of his attention, now.
At the same time he humped the head and another couple of inches of his great, quaking, steel-hard dick in and out of her mouth, as her tongue swirled and slithered around the delicious hot thickness of it.
As her first orgasm subsided, Tammy eased his well-dewed face from her crotch, forced her to reluctantly release his hard, throbbing hunger from her mouth. He turned around and pulled her to him. He kissed her, forcing her mouth open so that his tongue could slide inside and she tasted the slightly coppery flavor of her own cunt juices in his mouth and didn't mind it at all.
While they feverishly tongue-sucked each other, one of his hands squeezed and toyed with her hard, pear-shaped boobies, thumbing and twanging and plucking at the long stiff-to-bursting nipples. His other hand explored the high rising plumpness of her beautifully shaped ass, pressing a finger into the mysterious crack between the firm cheeks, gently touching the little rosebud hidden deeply there. Then his hand slid lower and he began fingerfucking her from the back.
All this time his randy pile driver was rubbing and throbbing against the sweet, white little belly it would soon fill up. Kitty was in a delirium of delight at all this. She felt as though she could do this forever with Tammy; it would be like being in heaven the rest of her life.
He whispered into her ear, "I'm almost ready to fuck you, baby. Now don't be afraid."
"I-I'm not," she gasped.
"Has anybody ever done it to you before?"
"Uh-uh," she said, hardly able to mumble, what with the lustful diddling going on between her legs from the back, the hot, hard leaping of his prick against her belly.
"I'll try not to hurt you," he told her.
"I-I don't care, Tammy, if it does hurt. I just want you in me, all of you in me so badly, I just don't care."
"All right then, but listen to what I say. Since this is the first time that lovely little cunt of yours has had a cock in it, I've got to go easy. First, I'll just force the tip, the head of it in, work that in and out."
"Oh, yes! Yes, Tammy!"
"Then, when you start coming over the head of it, the rest will go in easier. I'll work the rest of it in an inch at a time until you've got that whole big thing inside of you, okay?"
"Yes! Yes, I'm ready."
He eased into position between her gracefully sprawled, naked thighs, looking down at the slightly opened wound of her seeping young peach. He rubbed the head of his rammer along the pinkish gash, moistening it well. Then he placed it right at the wet and waiting opening of her vagina and gently pushed. She helped him by pushing up in response and gave an eerie cry as she felt the big slick knob force its way out of its foreskin and cram into her.
It did hurt her a little at first but she took her lower lip between her teeth to stifle the pain-cry. Then, as he slowly worked just the slippery smooth helmet of his peter in and out of her clinging, dewy vestibule, she began to work up to an orgasm. As he felt it approaching, Tammy slid his pronghead in and out faster and faster. When she was arching and humping under him, calling out to him that she was coming, coming, he slid in another thick inch, then another and another until he was full tilt up into her quivering young belly, their pubic hairs tangling.
He let it soak there for a moment, his full, round balls nestling against her ass. Then he slowly withdrew all the way to the tip and just as slowly slid it completely back in once more, marveling at the way the hot, wet tissues of her virginal cuntal walls clung to it and milked it.
"Oh, baby!" he told her excitedly. "So tight, so good and tight. It's the best I've ever had!"
Then he started sluicing it into her, faster and faster, lifting himself up and a little forward so that the full length of his hot, hard drill rubbed against her tender clitoris with every stroke. With each pistoning motion, Kitty hugged him harder to her, flattening her gorgeous breasts against his chest, the long, stiff nipples of them rubbing against his own. Her soft warm legs entwined around him, her ankles locked behind his back as she worked with him, mewling little animal sounds of lustful pleasure with each churning stroke of that new, strange, wonderful big thing plundering her girlish cunny.
Oh, man, Tammy thought, lifting Kitty up by her plump buttocks, Dirk was right. This one's a real hotbox. She must have been dying for it for a long time. Oh, Jesus, the way she's working with mo you'd think she'd been screwing for years. I got a feeling I can make her come a hundred times if I last long enough.
He alternately speeded up the churning of his big pole into her sopping groove as she approached each climax and then slowed down to wait for the beginning of the next one. In between orgasms, Kitty clutched at him and choked out lyrical words of appreciation, telling him how wonderful he was.
Several times he changed positions, slamming her over onto her belly and then lying on top of her, slipping his well-oiled weapon into her from the back, slamming his hips up and down against the bouncing, bowling-ball roundness of her quivering ass-cheeks.
He turned her on one side and with one of her silken-skinned legs doubled under his ribs, he pumped it to her from that angle, while he sucked her swollen titties and then looked down at the glorious sight of his thick, vein-ridged shaft working furiously in and out of her widely stretched, baby-smooth cuntal opening. By now her own juice had bathed his cock so much it was seeping out, foaming about the ridgepole, invading her.
Lastly, he forced her up over him and showed her how to sit the flagpole and then, straddling him, as she watched the throbbing thickness of his pecker emerging and then disappearing with blurring rapidity in and out of hotly bubbling canal, he squeezed and fondled her wildly bobbling tits, thumbing and twisting the long, bursting hard pink nipples. Her face was now contorted with the orgiastic agony of one long, continuous come as she wailed like a cat in heat with every furious stroke.
Finally, Tammy could hold out no longer. He felt his hard working prick begin to swell and stiffen even more as his seed was siphoned up from his wildly swinging balls, drawn, sucked, milked out of him by her hotly vacuuming cunt. With a last series of insanely violent humping, he met her every downward movement with an upward one of his own, clutched tightly her hard, heaving ass, and felt his thick sperm exploding into her, gushing, spewing, and then the final drops oozing and spilling out into her already filled-to-overflowing crevice. He felt their commingled juices warm and sticky, drooling onto the base of his penis, into his pubic hair, and down onto his completely emptied testes.
Sated, exhausted, still whimpering and moaning in the rosy aftermath of her sexual fulfillment, Kitty eased off him and fell sideways to the bed, her breasts still heaving, her little white belly sucking in and out with her continued heavy breathing. Her hand reaching down to capture and caress the sticky wet, still partially erect organ that had thrilled her so much.
"Oh, Tammy, darling Tammy!" she murmured.
On an impulsive wave of tenderness for this beautiful young female whom he had just so royally fucked, Tammy leaned over her and gently kissed the still erect tips of her lovely breasts and then lightly stroked her perspiring forehead as his lips lightly kissed hers.
"There, there, baby! It was good, wasn't it? You were absolutely beautiful, Kitty!"
"Oh, I hope so, Tammy. I-I wanted to be, honey. Oh, I love you so much, Tammy!" Her hands caressed his hair and his face, tracing a tiny fingertip over his lips, and he felt a tenderness toward her that he'd never experienced after sex with another female.
Later, driving back to town he was grateful that she was silent most of the way. One thing he hated was a female who felt compelled to chatter like a magpie after a good sex bout.
Actually, Kitty was too exhausted to talk and anyhow, she was busy with her own thoughts. She was thinking to herself that she was filled up with Tammy Farr's life juices to the point where they were leaking out and soaking her panties. She knew that it was quite possible that he had gotten her pregnant. She didn't care. Even if he refused to marry her, she didn't care. She would love to have a baby by Tammy. She would love it and keep it forever and ever.
Thinking this, she was a little startled to suddenly hear Tammy ask; "Hey, baby, you know how to take care of yourself, don't you?"
"What?"
"You know. So nothing will happen after what we just did. You dig?"
"Oh, sure. Of course," she said quickly. "I may be young and inexperienced but I'm not dumb."
He reached over and patted her bare, round and dimpled knee. "That's my girl," he told her, relieved.
CHAPTER NINE
Dianne Barker was busy in the study, setting up a program for the next community service meeting, when the telephone call came.
"Hello, Mrs. Barker," a male voice said. "This is Tammy Farr. How are you?"
Her heart leaped. "Oh," she said. "I'm all right. Only I'm awfully busy right now, Tammy."
"Sorry about that," he told her. "But I don't think you should be too busy to pay me a little visit."
Startled, she said, "What-what for, Tammy?"
"Well, for one thing, I wanted to apologize for what happened the other day. I got carried away, I guess." He chuckled. "In fact, we both did, didn't we?"
Dianne felt her cheeks get hot and red. "There's no apology necessary," she told him, trying to be cool and dignified. "It's not called for because nothing like that will ever happen again."
"Oh, of course not," Tammy said quickly. "But I think you'd better get over here anyhow. There's a little tape recording you might like to hear."
"Ta-tape recording?" Dianne gasped. "What--what are you talking about?"
"I think you know. Would you want me to play part of it for you over the telephone?"
"Oh, no, no!" she put in quickly. "Don't do that. Where-where are you, Tammy?"
"You know where the Creegars' place is, just outside of town."
"Yes."
"Well, I'm out there. I thought you might like to talk things over in a real private place. They're away but I have the keys. How soon will I see you? You'd better make it fast. This tape I was talking about is so hot it might melt if you're too long getting here. And I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss it."
"I-I'm leaving right now," Dianne said.
Driving over there, she was almost sick with worry. How could she have been so stupid? How could she have let herself be trapped by that arrogant boy? Now what was she going to do? It was obvious to her that he intended to blackmail her but for how much? She doubted that she could raise more than five hundred without Wyn knowing anything about it. But Tammy Farr was just a handyman, probably he wouldn't want more than that, maybe less, Meanwhile, she could only pray that was true.
She drove up into the Creegars' driveway, parked in front of the big mansion, got out and ran up onto the front porch and banged the big door knocker. Her mouth gaped as a moment later the door was opened by Bev Cantrell.
"What-what are you doing here?" Dianne gasped.
Bev smiled innocently. "Surprise, surprise," she chanted. "Come on in, darling. Who did you expect to see? Tammy Farr? Ah, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I know how much you and Tammy have in common. But he had to leave unexpectedly. I think, though, that I can manage to keep you amused. Do come in."
Dianne pushed past her, inside the house. She said weakly, "I-I wish I knew what this was all about. I-I don't understand what you have to do with it." She really did, though. It was beginning to enter her mind that the whole thing was a frame up, probably engineered by this smart alek, Bev, as revenge for Dianne's getting her kicked off the church committee and making her a gossip victim all over town. But then how could she have possibly known that Tammy and Bev were in cahoots?
"Don't worry about it, sweetie," Bev told her. "Everything's going to work out just fine."
She ushered Dianne into the huge living room, where Dianne stopped stock still, staring unbelievingly at the grinning, leering face of Dirk Smithers.
"You! You!" she cried shrilly.
"Sure. Why not, Mrs. Barker?" he said, chuckling. "Shook you up a little, eh? Well, it couldn't happen to a nicer broad. Sit down. Sit down, baby, and relax."
"Hold it, bitch!" Dirk thundered. "Get your ass down in that chair over there and do as you're told or a lot of the right people in town are going hear the sexiest tape recording ever made."
Dianne felt faint as she eased down onto a chair. This was ridiculous, impossible! Finally, she managed to get out, "I-I don't believe this! You-a man of the law-trying to blackmail me?"
He shook his head slowly. "Now that's not a nice word, Dianne. Nobody said anything about blackmail. Nobody's asking you for any money. It's just that I'm in possession of a little evidence of adulterous goings-on in this town and I really ought to act upon them, unless I can be convinced that there's a better way to handle the situation. Now, you are a reasonable woman, aren't you?"
"What do you want then?" Dianne demanded. "And suppose I say I don't even know what you're talking about?"
Dirk Smithers shrugged. "Listen for yourself," he told her. He reached to a tape player on the table next to his chair, pushed a toggle.
Quite distinctly, Dianne Barker heard her own passion-thickened voice crying out, "OH, YES, TAMMY! THAT'S GOOD! GOOOOOOOOOD! OH, YES, TAMMY! PUSH IT DEEPER, GO FASTER! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! THAT'S IT, TAMMY! OH, YOU DO IT TO ME SOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOODDDD!"
"Do what, Mrs. Barker?" Tammy's voice asked. "Tell me. Don't be bashful. You mean, fuck you, don't you? Say it, then, if you want more."
Dianne Barker listened, pale, trembling, wishing the floor would open up and swallow her, even if it took her to the bowels of hell, as Dirk Smithers switched the toggle off.
"How about that, bitch?" he said. "You think there's any mistaking who that is? You really dug that big, stiff young cock of his. And there's even more. We got the whole thing on tape, him eating your hot pussy and all. You want to hear that, too?"
"No, no, please!" she said, faintly.
"That's better," Dirk said. "And don't get any notion about rushing over here and trying to grab that tape. There's a copy in my office safe."
Dianne put her face in her hands. Half sobbing, she said, "What do you want?"
"Nothing much, really," he told her. "Stop that fucking bawling and let's talk it over. Now that we know that you're not really the snotty, high and mighty bitch that you like everybody to think you are, now that we know you love a real good hot fucking just like anybody else, Bev and I figured we all might have a little party together."
"Par-party?" she said, gulping.
"Yeah. Stand up and take your clothes off, whore!"
"What?"
"You heard me. Strip! like you did for young Tammy. I'll give you thirty seconds and if you don't do as you're told, I'll call the whole thing off and go to the local newspaper with that tape."
Slowly she stood up and started to unzip her blouse. "What-what are you going to do?" she asked, choking back sobs of desperate humiliation.
"Oh, nothing really much. Just want to see what those big tits of yours really look like and that blonde-haired cunt of yours that Tammy said was so good to suck and fuck. Hurry up! Strip, baby! That ain't going to hurt you."
As Dianne then did as she was told, she suddenly knew that terrible, nasty things were going to happen to her this afternoon. She had heard of people going through hell right here on earth; well, that was her fate now. She was going to be punished and punished badly for her weakness of the flesh with Tammy Farr. She was going to be shown that ho matter how wonderful they may seem at the time, fleshly sins are not worth the price one has to pay.
Trembling, her whole body flushed with shame, she was suddenly naked. At the same time she saw that Bev Cantrell had also undressed and was now completely nude. She also saw that Dirk
'Smithers was taking off his clothes! Oh, no, she thought, this can't be happening!
"Okay, kid," Dirk told Bev. "While I strip, get over there and see how those big beautiful knockers of hers feel. Man, she's really got a sweet pair on her."
As Bev approached, Dianne covered her breasts with her own hands, ashamed of the way her nipples were protruding long and stiff as fingertips. "Please don't touch me!" she begged.
"Don't be silly," Bev told her. "I have to. Dirk's our master, you know and we are just slaves. We have to do everything he wants. There is no other choice."
She moved Dianne's hands and cupped Dianne's big, quivering, thrusting boobs with her own hands. She squeezed them and took the stone-hard nibs between her fingers, tweaking them. "Mmmmmm!" Bev said. "Oh, they are nice and warm and solid, Dirk. You're going to love them. And now I'd better warm this thing up a little, for you."
As Dianne watched Dirk, now stark-naked, walk toward them, she felt one of Bev's hands drop to her muff, cup it and then insinuate a lustful finger down under and on to the plump lips of her vulva.
She couldn't take her gaze from Dirk's big, fat, hard prick, tilted out before him like a fleshy battering ram, wagging back and forth as he walked. In spite of herself she was fascinated by the sight of the fat, purplish, bullet-shaped head of it, so blunt and large-looking.
"Ahh!" Bev said, diddling Dianne's swiftly moistening cunny. "Just looking at that fat, fabulous dong of yours, Dirk, is already turning her on.
"Oh, no, please don't do this to me," Dianne begged.
"Why not?" Bev demanded. "If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be getting so creamy down here."
Now Dirk was beside her, a sullen, lustful expression on his face. His big, rough hands moved to her breasts and, as he licked his lips, making little gloating sounds, they kneaded and rolled the big, plump, white-fleshed heaps of her mamillaries.
"Oh, beautiful, bitch," he said to Dianne. "I've been wanting to get my hands on these nice big, bare tits of yours for a long time."
Then he bent and took turns greedily sucking the long, flint-hard nipples. At the same time, Bev's finger was now more rapidly working back and forth between Dianne's wet and fleshy cunt lips. Even as she tried to fight against it, Dianne felt the first warm flush of extreme sexual excitement beginning to flood her whole body.
She felt Dirk take her hand, then, and place it on his arching, tumescent prick. When she felt the hot hardness of it, Dianne jerked her fingers away in shock.
Dirk stopped sucking her breasts and said angrily, "I want you to play with it! How dare you yank your hand away! Is my big cock not good enough for you to feel or something? You got to be taught a lesson right now, whore!"
He slapped her hard across the face, leaving red finger marks on her pale cheeks. "Oh!" she gasped, tears filling her eyes. "Oh, you bastard, you!"
"Yeah, that's me," he told her, grinning. "Now, take that thing in your fist and give it a good hand job or there'll be more of the same."
Quickly, then, her hand reached out and seized his long, thick, hard and bobbing prick. She closed her fist about it and began working the skin back and forth over the hot, bone-like hardness underneath the burning tissue.
"There! That's not so bad, is it?" he asked. "There are a lot of women in this town who'd give anything for a chance to jerk off my cock. You should feel honored."
Dianne didn't answer. She just stood with her eyes closed, telling herself that she couldn't prevent whatever was going to happen and the best thing for her to do was to just go along and get it over with as soon as possible. Meanwhile, Dirk was again sucking the big, gelatinous globes of her breasts, pulling at the aroused nipples with his lips and tonguing them at the same time, while her hand was more enthusiastically than she realized frigging his great stiff ramrod. Every once in a while, she would slip her hand to the top of it curiously, testing the sensation of the fat, smooth head of it against her palm, rolling it there.
Suddenly, Dirk pulled away. "Enough of that," he said. "Let's get on with the rest of the program." He pointed at Dianne. "You, get down on the floor, on your back."
"Oh, no, don't do it to me, please!"
"Why not? If you loved it with Tammy, you'll like it just as good with me. Maybe better. Anyhow, I'm not going to fuck you. At least not right now. Now, get down there or do you want me to slap you silly again?"
She put her fingertips to her still stinging cheek. "Oh, no," she said and got down on the floor, keeping her long, lovely legs tightly closed together, the now slightly spread fullness of her hard-nippled breasts heaving up and down.
Dirk looked at her and then bent over and roughly spread her long, fleshy, white thighs apart so that he could look right down at her gaping sex organs. "Yeah," he said enthusiastically. "Lots of nice blonde hair down there and a good, juicy, fat-lipped pussy, for later."
Then he straddled her chest and eased down, placed his long, fat organ into the soft, warm valley between her breasts. He took hold of them with his hands and rolled them together so that they bunched up in soft, fleshy piles, covering all of his rigid penis.
A strange thrill of surprise welled through. Dianne's whole body at the new and unexpected sensation of that burning hot length of gristle snugged tightly between her breasts.
"Mmmmm, nice!" Dirk moaned, working his randy machine back and forth in its warm prison of woman flesh. "These nice big ones of yours were just made for titty-fucking. But you hold 'em together while I play with those nice fat nipples and work my dong back and forth."
In a few moments, Dirk ordered, "Look down and watch the action, baby. It's real good."
Curiously, she raised her head up slightly and looked down, watching the enormous glans peeking back and forth at her as it slid between her heaped-up breasts.
"Doesn't that look nice?" Dirk said. "Now bring your head forward a little bit more and stick your tongue way out.. . . .Ah, that's it!"
As Dianne obeyed, she felt the feverish smoothness of that cruelly blunt cockhead brushing against her wet tongue. She was a little surprised that there was practically no odor to it, just a faint mannish muskiness and that the feel of the thing against her tongue was incredibly smooth and rather pleasant.
There was a faint clicking sound from the right and Diane heard Bev Cantrell say, "There! That should be a good one."
Dianne turned her head and saw Bev holding a Polaroid camera. "Oh, no!" Dianne cried out. "You-you didn't take a picture of that, did you?"
"Why not?" Bev laughed. "But don't worry too much. Nobody'll ever see it as long as you continue to do as you're told."
"You couldn't show it to anybody, anyhow," Dianne protested. "Dirk's in the picture, too."
Bev shook her head. "No, he isn't. I cut his face out of it. All I got was you with that big wicked schlong of his fucking you between the tits while you were lapping the head of it with your tongue."
"Oh, dear!" Dianne moaned. "If-if you'll just destroy it, I-I'll do anything you want me to. Anything!"
"Well, we'll see about that," Dirk said, getting up to his feet. He turned toward Bev. "I imagine you watching what's been going on between Dianne and me has got your hot cunt begging for some action. Get over here and lie down."
With her hand down between her legs, rubbing herself, Bev, her eyes glazed with lust, walked toward them. "Oh, is it ever!" Bev said. "It's already opened and juicy."
While Bev sprawled out on her back on the floor, Dirk ordered Dianne to come over and squat on her haunches next to them. Then Dirk kneeled between Bev's nakedly spread thighs and lowered himself. He told Dianne, "I'm going to stir up this hungry twat of hers with a little fucking and give it a good flavor for you when it's your turn."
"Fl-flavor?" Dianne gulped.
"Sure. I love to watch a woman sucking another one's pussy. It's real kicks. Especially you going down on a woman you thought was so awful because she-likes to suck cock. Didn't you ever lap a good hot snatch like this, Dianne?"
His fingers reached down and parted the pouting, slickly wet lips of Bev's pulsating channel.
"Oh, no," Dianne said, shocked. "Of course, I never have."
"Pretty soon you won't be able to say that," Dirk told her, leeringly. "Now, baby, reach down there and take hold of my cock and guide it into that nice, hot wet gash."
"Yeah, and hurry it up," Bev said, panting. "Watching you two fool around has got me dying for a good fuck."
Dirk took Dianne's warm, long, slender-fingered hand and placed it on his thrumming hard pole. "Now-now, what do I do?" Dianne wanted to know.
"For Christ's sake, how dumb can you get, bitch! See that little hole down at the bottom? Just put the head of my dick there and push it in."
Dianne did as she was told, hot sensations flooding her own crotch as she held this strange man's horny pego and guided it toward Bev's waiting cunny hole and knew for the first time that she was going to watch, close up, two people fucking. She could hardly believe what was happening. She placed the big blunt glans where she had been told and then watched Dirk arch his hips and push it in with a slight sucking sound. Bev let out a wail of delight at this welcomed entry and humped her hips to engulf even more of the big, fleshy delight she so loved.
As he began to work his turgid tool in and out of Bev's creaming sheath, he reached out and toyed with Dianne's big tits, pinching and twisting the violently erect nipples. Then he pulled her closer so that he could suck and lick them while his hand dropped down between Dianne's widespread thighs as she squatted on her haunches and explored her wet and puffy pussy lips. He was surprised at the amount of honey already seeping from between them. His fingertip searched for and found her clitoris. It was already eagerly protruding and as he expertly massaged it, Dianne let out a long, half-suppressed cry of delight.
It was just too much for the woman, watching a man's penis plunging arrogantly in and out of another woman's steaming quim, while the man sucked her own breasts and fingered her own now dewy and madly pulpitating crease.
She knew if it kept up much longer, she would have to climax; she wouldn't be able to stop it from happening. Remembering how wild and unrestrained she'd been when Tammy made her have an orgasm, Dianne prayed that wouldn't happen now. She just couldn't make such a sordid exhibition of herself. Yet she could feel the extreme sensation fast approaching, under the influence of Dirk's rough finger diddling her tiny, sensitive prong.
Just as it was about to happen, though, Dirk suddenly pulled his penis, with a wet, popping sound, from Bev's throbbing vagina and his hand moved away from Dianne's crotch. All of them were now breathing with heavy, snorting gasps.
Bev cried out, "Oh, no, Dirk Why'd you stop? It was just getting good. I was all ready to come."
"Don't worry," he told her. "You still will."
He grabbed Dianne and roughly shoved her down between Bev's widespread white thighs. "Get your face down there and lick and suck!" he ordered. , When the whimpering Dianne protested, Dirk hauled off and gave her jutting behind a painfully stinging slap. "Do as you're told," he thundered. "Or next time I'll use my riding crop on that royal ass of yours," he warned.
Half sobbing, Dianne lowered her face to the soupy, waiting pussy of the other woman. Her nostrils filled with the musky sex scent of Bev's and Dianne was surprised to note that it didn't disgust her at all but rather stimulated even more her own already aroused sex feelings. Hesitantly, she stuck out her tongue and rubbed the tip of it back and forth between the other woman's fat, pouting lips. With that, Bev let out a cry and grabbed Dianne's head, pulling her face full against her crotch.
"Oh, yeah!" she cried out. "That's good, baby! Do it! Lick it, suck it! Eat my nice hot pussy!"
The knowledge that her mouth and tongue were so violently arousing Bev suddenly gave Dianne a tremendous satisfaction and encouraged her to greater efforts. When she felt her tongue encounter Bev's swollen clitty, she diddled it furiously, listening to Bev cry out her delight, feeling her bounce her big behind up and down on the floor.
Then she heard Dirk say, "Oh, man, I've got to get a piece of this action!"
Up on her knees between Bev's legs, Dianne suddenly felt the full length and thickness of Dirk's white-hot peter pushing against the crack of her ass. Then it slid down lower and the big, blunt glans was poised at the fat-lipped entrance to her hole. With one savage surge, Dirk rammed it all the way in. Dianne felt as though a huge, hot sausage had invaded her and that it was so enormous that she couldn't stand that bulbous-headed thing going in and out of her. But then, as he began to churn it in and out of her, her own juices flowed and the hot, rigid thickness slipped back and forth more easily. It now slammed in and out of her like a well-oiled piston.
With each thrust she licked and sucked harder at Bev's flowing cunt, tasting and savoring the strange, coppery-flavored juice. Bev was now bucking like a wild pony and suddenly her thighs bent upward and inward, imprisoning Dianne's face between them, the warm, plump flesh of them like heated silken cushions.
Suddenly, with a wild, swinging and rolling of her hips, Dianne felt a gigantic come welling up from her womb and all through her, making her fiercely plundered cunt even more soupy, bathing the already slick monster skewering her so savagely.
She wished her mouth wasn't so full of wet hot cuntal flesh so that she could cry out, "Don't stop! Not ever, ever! Give me more! More!"
Then, abruptly, she felt Dirk slide his wildly jumping tool from the milking tightness of her vagina. As she was about to take her face away from Bev's boiling crotch and beg Dirk to do it to her some more, she suddenly felt a new and strangely exciting sensation. It was the hot, hard, rubbery bulb of his prick pressing against the small pink rosebud nestled between the cheeks of her behind. The pressure was only slight and quite pleasant as she thought, Oh, dear, he's got it in the wrong place but he'll soon find out because he couldn't possibly get that big thing in there!
Then a torturous spasm of pain shrieked through her as Dirk suddenly lurched and imbedded the whole slick, fat knob into her clenched sphincter. She arched her head back, letting out a thin scream of protest. It did her no good. Dirk grabbed her naked hips and held them firm and grunting as he drove in another inch and Dianne was sure she was going to be split wide open. She knew then that this was the punishment that she had coming to her and which she had been anticipating.
She waited tremulously for more of the big fat spike to be nailed into her.
But it never happened. Dirk suddenly withdrew his raging hard dick from her achingly stretched asshole and Dianne collapsed, sobbing, onto the floor. She hardly heard Dirk say, "Damn, I almost forgot we were expecting more company. Bev, go answer the door and let our new guest in."
CHAPTER TEN
The Reverend Doctor Wyndham Barker was astounded when the door was opened by Bev Cantrell, stark naked. He also felt a rush of desire to his loins as he stared at her hard, red-nippled breasts, round and firm as white apples, at the flaring bush of pubic hair at her crotch.
"Bev-I-I-came here to find out more about that tape recording you mentioned over the phone."
"I know," she said, smiling coyly. "We've been expecting you. But the festivities are already under way. There's still time for you to join in, though."
"Festivities?" he said curiously, watching the clenching roll of her white, naked, spectacular buttocks, as he followed her along the hallway.
Then they entered the living room and Wyn stopped as though he'd run into a stone wall. He stared stupidly, without comprehension, at Dirk Smithers, standing there, nude, his now only half-hard penis beginning to droop. Then he glanced at the woman on the floor, her face turned away from him, listened to her quiet, desperate sobbing.
"Dianne!" he cried out, unbelieving. He pointed at her. "Why-that-that's my wife, Dianne! What in God's name is she doing here? What have you done to her, Smithers?"
"Nothing much, pal," Dirk told him. "Just gave her a little sample fucking while she was going down on Bev's hot snatch."
"What?" yelled the enraged, shocked young clergyman, his white clerical collar suddenly feeling choking tight around the neck as his anger rose. "Why, you rotten, monstrous, evil beast! I--I'm going to kill you for-"
He rushed across the room at Dirk Smithers and swung a wild haymaker at him. Dirk easily parried the blow and sunk his own fist in a short, solid punch right to the pit of Wyn's stomach. With an enormous woof, Wyn grew pale and sunk to the floor, all the wind knocked out of him. He rolled about, clutching at his stomach.
Dianne sat up, looking horrified, as tears still wet her cheeks. "Damn you!" she cried. "You've hurt Wyn. You-you've killed him."
"Nah!" Dirk told her. "Just incapacitated him for a few minutes. Why, I wouldn't really hurt Wyn. He's got to play an important part in our little orgy."
Then Dirk went to Wyn, yanked him up by the back of his jacket and slung him into a chair. He told the still groaning man, as he tried to get his breath back, "You listen to me. Try to get physical with me again and I'll break some of your ribs-or your jaw. Now we got some tapes I want you and your snooty wife to listen to, and then we'll see how tough you feel."
Bev ran part of a tape recording Wyn's reactions while she was performing fellatio on him and later, when he was having intercourse with her from the rear. Before it was halfway through, Wyn, sitting with his head in his hands, begged them tc stop it. Then when they played part of the tape featuring Dianne and Tammy Farr, Wyn thought that he was going to be sick to his stomach.
"All right, now, both of you, we know where we stand, don't we?" Dirk Smithers said. "So let's not have any more weeping and wailing. It's not all that bad. There's no need for anybody else to ever hear those tapes. We'll destroy them and all copies once we come to an agreement."
"An agreement? About what?" Wyn asked.
"Well, next Sunday, Reverend, you are going to announce from your pulpit that a terrible mistake in identification has been made and an innocent woman wrongfully accused. You are going to tell them that Bev Cantrell was not the woman caught in an uncompromising position or however you want to word it. That the real culprit, a stranger visiting the town, has come forth to clear Bev. You will publicly reinstate Bev, then, to the church committee and a member of your congregation in good standing."
Relieved at the simplicity of the request,, Wyn quickly responded, "Yes. Yes, I-I'll do that. I promise. I swear! Now, please let my wife and I get out of here."
'Not quite yet," Dirk said. "We're going to have a little demonstration first. I understand from Bev that your sex life has been badly neglected, Reverend. Your wife has never sucked you or let you fuck her from the back or let you enjoy a lot of other goodies that a husband is entitled to. On the other hand, Tammy Farr said your wife had never had her beautiful cunny licked before and had never come while being fucked. That must have been terrible for the both of you. Bev and I are going to see to it, today, that you are both liberated from any sexual inhibitions you may have had in the past. We're going to teach you that there are many facets to sex that may be enjoyed without any silly guilt feelings . . . Bev, you give the first lesson."
He watched Bev walk toward Wyn's chair and kneel in front of him. Her eyes gleamed with anticipation. Her tongue snaked wetly out over her full red lips as she quickly unzipped Wyn's fly.
"No, please, no," Wyn pleaded. "Not-not in front of my wife. It-it won't work, anyhow. I'm so nervous and upset I couldn't possibly be aroused."
"Oh, yeah," Dirk laughed. "You just don't know ol' Bev and her magic mouth. Show him, baby." He turned to Dianne, who was sitting up now, watching with a sort of horrible fascination.
"Get over here, Dianne, so you can watch her technique closely. You learn her tricks and your old man'll never letch after another chick. And don't either of you get any jealous feelings because we're all going to be getting our jollies together. It'll be a group affair, a sort of sexual group therapy."
Now Bev had Wyn's fly open and was lifting out his penis, limp as a strand of spaghetti. "See! I told you," he whined.
"Shut up and relax," Dirk ordered.
Bev gently rolled the soft white phallus around in her warm hands, her touch teasing, delicate. Soon it began to show a little sign of life, ever so slightly thickening and lengthening. Then Bev bent her head forward, stuck out her tongue and feathered the tip of it about the very end of his organ, swirling it around and about the tiny opening in the end of it. Next she formed a small O with her moistened lips and wetly worked it over just the top of Wyn's cockhead. The sensation sent chills of beginning desire all through him. He felt himself begin to respond in spite of himself. In a few moments he was sporting what is known as a lazy hard-on.
Kneeling on the floor close by, Dianne watched, fascinated, her breasts heaving, her prominent nipples hard once more. Behind her she could feel Dirk's hand caressing her ass and then, working a finger down underneath, inserting it into her already pearling vagina.
Now Bev was using her tongue to lick up and down the whole length of Wyn's still slowly hardening rod, then bathed the sensitive area below the base of the crown. As it stiffened more and began to jump with excitement until it was standing, long and thick and veiny and at full attention, Bev took the whole red glans between her lips and into her mouth and applied a powerful sucking action. Wyn let out a groan as she finally let it slip from her lips and looked at it admiringly, holding the thick hairy base of the shaft in her hand and shaking the thing for all to see.
"Ha!" she said triumphantly. "How's that, huh?"
Quickly, she again took the throbbing and tumescent cock into her mouth, sucking in almost half of it and then letting it slip out until she maintained only the bulb of it there and then worked her lips halfway down again.
Wyn let out a small moan and looked distraught as his wife's eyes rose to meet his. "I'm sorry, Dianne," he told her. "I couldn't help it. I had no control."
"It-it's all right. Wyn," she told him. "It must feel good; you must be enjoying it or else you wouldn't react like that. I understand now that I've been remiss in my wifely duties and this is my punishment, I guess, having to watch another woman do it for you."
She also found that it was wildly stimulating to watch another woman mouth her husband's big stiff penis. Especially while another man was finger-fucking her so energetically from the back. Soon her breath was gusting out in short gasps and she could hardly refrain from crying out the pleasure she was having. She felt Dirk take her hand and place it on his once again big, hard and randy prick. She squeezed t and rubbed it up and down as she watched Bev's head bobbing over her husband's lap, heard the slurping noise her wet, suctioning mouth was making, along with Wyn's gasps of delight.
"See! See how she does it!" Dirk said. "You learning something, Dianne?"
"Oh, yes! Yes, I am. She does have quite a technique."
"Well, then, show me what you've learned. It's not fair that your husband is the only one getting a good blow job. He certainly can't complain if you get in a little practice, doing the same thing for me."
He lay down on the floor and pulled Dianne's head down toward his twanging pego. Almost eagerly, she closed her mouth over the big blunt head and practiced the technique she had observed Bev using. Seeing this, Bev stopped sucking and made Wyn stand up. "Let me take your pants off, baby, so we can do this right, so I can play with those nice round balls of yours, the way Dianne is doing with Dirk's."
Swiftly, Bev stripped him from the waist down and then positioned both of them on the floor adjacent to Dianne and Dirk so that Wyn could suck his wife's great, red-nippled boobs, while she worked her finger in and out of the other woman's wet and eager cooze, as Dianne slid her wet, hungry lips up and down the length of Dirk's raging hard-on and she licked and sucked the fat lollipop of Wyn's swollen tool.
Soon both men were humping away at the sweet female mouths that were blowing them so delightfully and Dianne was torridly swiveling her hips in rhythm to Bev's happily probing finger, at the same time that Bev excitedly frigged her own boiling honey-pot.
When Bev sensed that all of them were about to come, she freed Wyn's almost bursting ramrod and cried out, "That's enough of that. Everybody switch around for new positions." They all paused, Bev repositioned them. She made Dirk lie on his back, his wildly agitated pecker sticking straight up, glistening with the wetness from Dianne's mouth. Then Bev straddled it, took hold of it and forced it into her juicy quim. She told Wyn to sit down between Dirk's legs, right behind her and as he did so, she guided his mouth-wet peckerhead into the moist tight bud of her anus and pushed back and sank down on it, at the same time cramming the big cock in front up into her horny groove and forcing the other one into the clenching tight depths of her tender bunghole.
"OOOOHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" she cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure. "OH, MY GOD, IT HURTS SO GOOD, HAVING THE TWO OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME! OH, DIANNE, YOU OUGHT TO FEEL IT! OH, COME OVER HERE, SUGAR, YOU'VE GOT TO HAVE SOME GOODIES, TOO!"
As Dianne moved over next to the threesome writhing and bumping against each other, all of them exclaiming their ecstasy, her eyes were heavy and her moist lips parted. She felt flushed and burning up with her own need, her clitty bump standing out and twitching for action. She didn't know how Bev could stand that big stiff thing of Wyn's rammed all the way up into her backside.
But now that the first shock was over, the other woman seemed to be loving it, grinding and screwing up and down on both foraging cocks simultaneously, her cries of pleasure ringing out.
Then she turned her head, reached out and took Dianne by her buttock cheeks and pulled her close. Dianne's blonde curled mound was just on a level with Bev's mouth. Bev kissed it and licked it all over and then slid her wildly snaking tongue down to the erect tab of Dianne's tiddly and flicked it, flogged it, bringing Dianne to a swift, wild, hip-surging orgasm at the same time that Bev, herself, came all over Dirk's big, throbbing hard-on.
A moment later, Bev became aware of Wyn's prick beginning to stiffen and swell even more as she rode up and down on it with the clenched-fist tightness of her asshole and not wanting him to shoot so soon, she eased up and off. The same motion caused Dirk's pile driver to pop out of her cunt.
"Hey, baby!" he protested woefully. "You were just about to get me off!"
"Sorry! I know," Bev said. "But we can't be selfish. Dianne needs some good humping, too, you know. I think it's her turn."
She then switched them all around. "Wyn," she said excitedly. "You're going to fuck your wife while I play with your beautiful balls. Okay?"
She had them lie on their sides, face to face. She lifted one of Dianne's long, beautifully curved legs and flung it up over Wyn's hip. Then she took hold of his quavering dick and guided it into Dianne's tongue-wet hole. Immediately, he sunk it in full tilt.
"Hey, where does that leave me?" Dirk demanded.
"Oh, you'll be taken care of," she told him. She watched Wyn and Dianne, face to face, with Wyn squeezing and caressing her big titties, begin to hump in earnest.
Secretly, she motioned to Dirk to get down behind Dianne. Immediately, he got the idea. He snuggled up, spoon-style, to Dianne's small behind, reached down to open her cheeks and for the second time lodged his randy cockhead against her tender rosette.
He waited until she pushed back in rhythm with her husband's forward thrust and then Dirk surged his hips and sunk the whole big, knob-ended length of his thick, hot bone-on, all the way to the hilt.
Dianne let out a long shriek of pain and surprise. His eyes closed as he plowed in and out of his wife's oozing cunt, Wyn didn't realize what was happening. He gasped out, "What's the matter, honey? Is it that good? Are you coming already?"
"NO! NO!" she cried. "IT-IT'S TOO BIG, IT'S TOO TIGHT! IT-IT'S KILLING ME! TAKE IT OUT, PLEASE!"
"Aw, come on, Dianne," Wyn told her, humping faster with the encouragement of Bev's hands cupping and gently squeezing his swinging balls. "It's not any bigger than it ever was. You just trying to make me feel good?"
"WYN, I'M NOT-NOT TALKING ABOUT YOURS! YOURS IS BEAUTIFUL, JUST RIGHT! IT-IT'S HIS! I-I CAN'T TAKE BOTH OF YOU! OHHHHH! ARRRRGGGHHH! IT'S TOO-TOO MUCH!"
"Sure you can, Di," Bev encouraged. "The pain only lasts a little while and then it'll get good. Just hang on, baby!"
"His?" Wyn echoed. "Both of us?"
He opened his eyes and saw Dirk's lust-twisted face over Dianne's shoulder as the other man lunged in and out of her tight rear entrance.
"Don't get excited, Wyn," Dirk gasped. "She's only getting the same thing we gave Bev. Only this time I've got the tail hole. Oh, man, is that ever tight and good! Sometimes I think an asshole is even better than a cunt!"
By now Dianne's screaming protests had died down considerably and she was merely groaning and huffing as she felt the double penetration going on inside of her, with only a thin wall between the two grinding cocks, one ramming diligently in and out of her sluicing pussy, the other skewering just as forcefully up her slowly responding asshole. She noticed that the pain had lessened although it was still there and now, combined with the pleasure her husband was giving her with his swiftly frigging cock, it made for a wildly masochistic sensation she had never believed possible. Before she hardly realized what was happening, a fierce, body-and-mind-consuming orgasm was storming all through her. She felt her flowing juice squeejeeing over her husband's deeply ramming prick. She felt him getting ready to come and then suddenly his hard plunging jammer was yanked out of her contracting pussy.
Through a blur of ecstatic lust that glazed her eyes, she watched Bev, on her knees, seize Wyn's stiff and now spurting prick and thrust it into the hungry maw of her mouth. She heard Wyn's guttural cries of orgiastic pleasure as he spurted into the other woman's greedily sucking mouth, filling it so full that she couldn't swallow it all and trickles of milky white semen seeped out of the corners of her mouth, dribbled down her chin and dripped onto her hard-tipped boobs.
Now, with her movements freed by the eviction of the big cock that had been cramming her vagina, she worked wildly back and forth in conjunction with Dirk's dick thrusting in and out of her tortured rectum.
Then, without warning, Dirk popped his machine out of her sphincteral grip while she was in the middle of the throes of another wild come. Her hips continued to hump away in complete frustration while her cunny continued to cream. She was hardly aware of what happened as Dirk pulled her down and forced the bulb of his hard penis into her gaping mouth. As she realized what had happened, that he'd jerked his weapon out of her asshole and now had it stuffed into her mouth, Dianne knew that this was the ultimate in humiliation, the penance she must pay for all the wrong things she had done all her life.
At first she almost gagged but then her spittle cleaned him and the realization of this, her complete and final punishment, made what she was doing suddenly enjoyable. She sucked and lapped with her tongue like a little piglet nursing at a sow's tit. She heard Dirk say, "That's it, bitch! Suck it, baby! This makes me even with all you rotten, hoity-toity bitches who've put me down all my life; my mother, my sister, my aunt, my ex-wife! I-I'm showing you all! I'm making you eat your own slut!! Ooooooooh! AAAHHHHHHHH! THIS IS WHAT YOU AALL NEEEED! PISS ON YOOOUUU! COOMMMEE ON YOUUUU!"
His orgasm shook him to the roots and at the same time his vituperative words somehow made Dianne come violently one last time, even though there was no contact with her genitals. Her orgasm increased in intensity as Kirk yanked his bloated whang from her mouth and suddenly his long delayed spend spewed his sperm in warm, thick gobs all over her passion-contorted face, on her nose, her chin, her cheeks, her forehead, into her gasping mouth. Some of it even strung out in phlegmy skeins in the blonde hair at her temples.
Watching this, still toying with Wyn's limpening penis, Bev Cantrell whispered, half to herself, "Now she knows what it's like, poor bitch!"
A few minutes later, they all dressed, sheepishly. Dirk, knowing that Wyn's promise about exonerating Bev would be kept, tore up the Polaroid snapshot Bev had taken of him and Dianne. They also erased the tapes and assured Dianne and Wyn that there really were no copies. Then they all left the house.
Driving home, both Wyn and Dianne were silent for a long time and then abruptly, Dianne said, "You know something, husband? Strange things happen in strange ways. What happened today was a weird kind of shock therapy for me."
"What do you mean?"
"Well," she said softly, "in the words of Bev, I guess I have been a cold bitch of a wife. But I won't be anymore. For one thing, now I can remember why I've been that way and I sort of feel cleansed."
"Why?" he repeated.
"When I was thirteen years old, after being brought up by my old-fashioned minister father, thinking that any pleasure of the flesh was sinful and had to be ultimately punished, I had experimental sex with a good-looking cousin who was fifteen. I loved it. I did everything with him, all one summer. And then a few days after he left, he was killed in a bus accident. I was convinced that it was all my fault for being such a tawdry, sinful little baggage. When I heard the news, I fainted and was ill for days. Afterward, I didn't remember any of the things my cousin and I had done that summer. A sort of psychological blackout, I guess it was. But this afternoon, after those sordid experiences with Dirk and Bev, it all came back to me. And I feel really liberated. I think I can be a good wife from now on."
"Well, it deeply affected me, too, Di. I was brought up by my two old maid aunts to be a pretty prissy kid, too. I was never really told but in a very subtle way always given the impression and the belief that even in love, in marriage, a gentleman treated his partner like a lady." He chuckled. "Whatever that is. Anyhow, now I know that though the flesh is weak, perhaps that's the way it was meant to be. Perhaps, instead of the word weak, we should substitute human."
There was a long silence again as each mulled through his own thoughts. Then Wyn said, "I know one thing. I once heard that a man's wife, in addition to being a helpmate should also be a whore to him in the bedroom. I think you can be that for me now, Di. And me, when I've finished the day's work, I'm not going to continue to be a minister. like the lawyer, the policeman, the doctor, the dentist, the longshoreman, the grocery clerk, when I come home at night, in the intimacy of our own bedroom, I'm going to be a man! I'll feel free to enjoy your beautiful body in all the ways it was intended to be enjoyed. And I hope you'll do the same with mine."
She quickly slipped across the seat until she was close beside him, the heat of her hips against his. Her hand wandered to his thigh and then crawled upward until it found his slowly hardening penis. She lightly kneaded it, feeling it respond more and more.
"Hey, Wyn!" she purred. "Do you realize that we've never done it in a car, the way a lot of young people do? Not even when we were courting?"
"Yeah," he said. "like they say, it's not ever too late."
"No, baby," she cooed. "Drive out to the old quarry road."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
One morning about a week after the Reverend Wyndham Barker from his pulpit had exonerated Bev Cantrell, Dianne awakened to find that Wyn was not in bed. Still naked from their sex bout the night before, she trotted into the bathroom, where Wyn was standing over the toilet bowl, fingering an enormous erection.
"Well, now, what have we here?" Dianne asked, smiling. "A grown man playing with himself. Tch! Tch! And I thought I took care of that pretty well last night."
"Oh, you did, hon but you see this is what is known in the vernacular as a piss hard-on. It stems from pressure of the bladder rather than from sexual need. It nevertheless is still capable of sexual pleasure."
"It sure stems, all right. But I didn't think a man could urinate while in that condition."
"Sometimes he can, sometimes not," Wyn told her. "In this case I've been trying and trying but nothing happens. It just seems to get harder and harder."
"Poor baby!" she murmured. "Maybe I can help. Let me milk it a little."
She took hold of his hotly jumping prong and squeezed and fisted it slowly with one hand, while she playfully fondled his testicles with the other.
"Oh, my goodness, it really is in a state, isn't it?" she gasped in astonishment.
"Your goodness has nothing to do with it," Wyn told her. He bent his head forward and delicately took one of her fat and turgid nipples in his mouth and lovingly sucked it.
"Mmmmmm!" she said. "That's nice. You really love to nurse on Momma's titties, don't you?"
Wyn turned the fiercely distended nipple loose and said, "Look, since a piss hard-on has a reputation for staying stiff for a longer time than ordinarily, why do we waste it with a hand job?"
"What on earth can you have in mind?" Dianne asked coyly, gasping as she felt his hand cupping her pussy, his finger diddling her into wetness.
"Perhaps a little plain and imagine fucking," he suggested. "You know, with that nice stiff prick you're playing with working in and out of that lovely torrid cunt I'm fingering."
Dianne shivered ecstatically. "Oh, it really gets me horny when we talk dirty like this. I don't know how we ever got through the past years of our marriage without finding out how much fun it could be. Where do you want to do it, Wyn? Can you think of a new place? We've already used every room in the house, just about every piece of furniture."
"Well, how about right here?"
"The bathroom? But we've done it in here. In the shower, even with me perched on the edge of the seat."
"There's one place left," he said. "Here, sit down." He helped ease her down onto the toilet seat.
"Oh, I hadn't ever thought about this," she told him, as he spread her long, smooth, naked thighs apart, exposing the dewy little oval of her love nest, fringed by pretty blonde curls, the outer lips pouting and slightly opened, displaying the wet pink inner lining. As he kneeled between her outspread legs, he cupped and petted her pussy with one hand and sampled the bounteous flesh of her great thrusting breasts with the other.
"When I was a kid," he told her, "sometimes when I masturbated, I'd fantasy that I was fucking a pretty girl while she was sitting on the John. And now, after all these years, I'm going to do it."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm! Yes! I can hardly wait!"
"I wonder what Tammy and Kitty are doing right now? They're probably fucking each other silly right this minute."
"I wouldn't doubt it, still being on their honeymoon. What a sudden marriage that was, eh?"
"I guess she just had what he's always wanted," Wyn said. "Or maybe he just got tired of running all over town for it and wanted some right there at home where he could get at it whenever he wanted it."
"I'll bet you wish they were here right now so we could watch them doing it, too. Wouldn't that be nice?" Dianne asked excitedly.
"Yeah! So you could watch that big young dong of his ramming in and out of her tight little pussy!"
"And you could watch those pretty titties of hers bouncing around and that beautiful ass she has," Dianne countered. Then she said, "Oh, Wyn, all this talk and the way you're fingering me has got me so hot, I can't stand it. Put it in, darling. Come on. Hurry!"
She put her heels up on the edge of the toilet, to make it easier for him, and then looked down and watched the big, hard red head of his penis entering her creamed and eager chamber. As he slowly sunk it all the way in, Dianne let out a welcoming squeal of pleasure.
As he started slamming it furiously in and out, she gasped, "Oh, Wyn! Oh, baby! You fuck me so good! It's so much better since we got rid of all our hang-ups! OOOOOOOH!NIIICE!AHHHHHH! I-I'M STARTING TO COME ALLREAADY!"
About that same hour, a hundred miles away in a motel room, Mrs. Kitty Robbins Farr, awakened her husband, Tammy, in a typical honeymoon manner. She got up and took off her nightie, then gently opened up the fly of Tammy's pajamas, exposing his soft penis nestling in its bush of hair and the round white testicles below it. She bent over him and let the ends of her long, silken blonde hair teasingly brush against his genitals.
Slowly his penis began to rise and as she watched it do so, Kitty reached up and felt her own hard young boobies, teased the erect nipples by rolling them with the ball of her thumb. Next, she reached down and gently fingered herself, causing her warm, young girl nectar to ooze from her tight, hairless little crack. As Tammy, still sleeping, achieved a full, vigorous hard-on, Kitty bent closer and let her achingly stiff berry-like nipples brush gently against his smooth, fat and ruddy glans. She was gratified to see the whole thick length of it twitch and jump at this secret caress. Then she bent over still more, got her face right down between his spread-out legs. Furtively, she lifted his testes from the fly of the pajamas and proceeded to take each one, in turn, into her mouth where she playfully rolled them around with her tongue. This act was rewarded by a groan of pleasure from Tammy, whom she now realized was awake. She reached up and took his raunchy, bobbing cock into her hand and toyed with it while she continued to suck his balls.
"Oh, baby!" Tammy called out. "You're going to drive me crazy doing that!"
Without letting go of his hard, quivering tool, she took her mouth away from his crotch and moved up to lean over him, She let her proud, gently swinging breasts with their arrogantly protruding nipples brush against his face. As his tongue stuck out, licking against a nipple, his lips tried to capture it. Giggling mischievously, Kitty moved it away. She continued to tease him until he finally could stand it no longer, caught her to him and seized the evasive nipple with his lips, holding it firmly, sucking on it, whipping it with the tip of his tongue.
One of his hands moved to the other breast and kneaded it, rolled it around and pinched the protruding tip. The other hand caressed her beautifully rounded behind and he told her, "Oh, Kitty, I'll never get enough of this lovely ass of yours."
"You really dig it, don't you, Tammy? I wonder why."
"Because it's the nicest, roundest, smoothest one I've ever had. I love to kiss it and lick it and cram my cock into its crack and feel it clenched up tightly against my belly."
"Oh, my, how you talk, Mr. Farr! You could get a girl awfully horny, saying things like that."
"Let's see," Tammy said, running his hand between her legs, sampling the plump smoothness of her vulva with the palm of his hand and then fingering her already oozing tight crevice. "Mmmmmm, I guess so," he told her. "Let's do something about that!"
She then pulled his pajama bottoms all the way off and climbed over him with her back toward him, the rosy cheeks of her bottom jutting out. "All right, then, let's try this position r r starters," she said. "So you can look at that fat lr tie behind and feel it all you want to while I fuck up and down on this unbelievably hard tool of yours."
Lowering herself toward it, she held it still in her fist and wiped the wet crack of her pussy back and forth over the glowing, rubbery head of it. Then she pushed down a little harder, forcing the big bulb to caress the tender inner lips. Finally she positioned it perfectly and eased down even more, allowing the now wet and shiny knob to enter her tight orifice.
"Oh, Tammmmmmmmmmmy!" she moaned as she forced more and more of his hot, thick prick into her wet and tightly clenching canal.
As she started to move slowly up and down on his eager jammer, she felt his hands fondling and rolling her sharply rounded ass-cheeks and then exploring the long crease between them. Next, as he felt the tempo of her humping speeding up, he slowly slipped the tip of his finger into her sensitive touch-hole and worked it in and out.
As he knew it would, this rapidly brought on her first orgasm and he felt her warm, girlish honey sweetly bathing the big cock that was giving her such pleasure, at a more and more furious pace. He knew there would be at least a half-dozen more comes to follow before he joined her and inundated her bun with vigorous squirts of his own milky, viscous fluid.
As she bounded up and down on him, breasts swaying and joggling, Tammy thought to himself, the way this sweet piece loves to fuck and the way she's so quickly learned how to do it, I'll never have anything left to fool around on the outside. And then he told himself that it didn't really matter; he had all the goodies he wanted, right here.
In the Cantrells' apartment, Bev awakened and for a moment listened to the snoring of her husband, Mike, on the other bed. He had returned home the night before, after spending ten days in a sanitarium on a drying out and therapy session paid for by his boss, the man who owned the bar where he worked. He had been humble and penitent and told her that he had joined AA and would never drink again. Bev told him she hoped it was true but didn't really believe it.
She awakened hotter than she'd ever been in her whole life. For one thing, for four days and nights now she'd had no sex, not since Dirk Smithers had quit his job and run off with that rich young widow whom he had met while she was passing through town. In some ways she was glad Dirk was gone. She had been becoming more and more enslaved by him, finding herself forced to do things that were even too much for her, such as that session she'd engaged in with the Barkers.
Putting her hand down between her legs, Bev used her finger to bring moisture to the opening between her protruding and meaty sex lips. She thought to herself, But I sure do miss that big-headed cock of Dirk's. If he was here right now, I'd probably fuck and suck it for him until he went crazy.
Then she remembered the dream from which she'd just awakened in such a state of dire sexual need. She dreamed she had been in a room with
Dirk Smithers and the good-looking young widow, tied down to a chair while she was forced to watch them engage in every kind of sexual antic imaginable. She could even hear the sucking, slurping sound of the woman's wet mouth and then her vagina as she enjoyed Dirk's enormous manhood. She could also smell the animal-heat scent of them both as it seemed as though they fucked and sucked for hours on end.
Bev was now working two fingers in and out of her hotly wet hole but after a while, she knew it wasn't enough. She had to have something bigger, cock-like. Quickly she got out of bed, slipped off her nightie, and ran to the bathroom, where she kept the dildo.
She opened a linen closet and reached under a pile of towels. It wasn't there! She couldn't believe it. She had never put it in any other place, yet maybe thoughtlessly, she had done that the last time she'd used it. She started nervously searching the rest of the linen closet, getting more anxious every minute The way she was so aroused, she'd die if she couldn't frig herself with that imitation penis!
Then suddenly, from the bathroom doorway, a male voice said, "Forget it. You won't need it anymore. I threw it away, Bev."
"What?" she gasped. "Threw it away? How could you?"
"It was easy."
She stared uncomprehendingly at her husband. In that moment she saw how much weight he'd really lost, how much better he looked, with most of the alcoholic bloat gone from his face. Even though he had just got up, his eyes weren't bleary the way they usually were.
"But-but why would you do it, Mike?" she cried out, unable to understand.
"like I said, baby," he told her, "because you won't need it anymore." He looked down at himself. "Won't this do just as good?"
Her gaze dropped. Mike was wearing nothing but a pair of jockey shorts. Their thin cloth was sticking out at full tilt under the pressure of a tremendous erection. Bev could hardly believe it. Then she watched him hook his thumbs into the waistband of the shorts and hitch them down. His angrily jumping member leaped free, long and thick, the unusually large head of it purplish as it bulged its way out of the prepuce.
"My God, Mike!" she exclaimed. "It-it's the first time I've seen it like that in several years. I-I'd forgotten what a nice big one you had!"
"Yeah," he said, moving toward her. "I was going to surprise you with it last night but you seemed pretty tired so I figured I'd wait until this morning. All oP Big John here needed was for me to get off the booze. You don't know what it's like, Bev, to be able to get it up after all those years of alcoholic impotence."
He pulled her to him and reached around for the big, ripe moons of her behind and squeezed and felt them all over as his huge prick pushed and throbbed against her soft belly. "Oh, baby," he said softly. "Just think-we've got all day. We can fuck and suck all day long!"
"Really?" she gasped. "You mean you'll be able to get it up more than once?"
Leading her toward the bedroom, one arm around her, his hand squeezing her apple-round breast, his fingers diddling the flint-hard nipple. "Honey, when you haven't had it as long as I've gone without and with the lovely, sexy wife I've got, once or twice has just got to be only the beginning."
"Oh, beautiful!" she moaned, getting onto the bed on her back, spreading her plump, pale thighs. "Come on and give it to me, then. Oh, Mike, I want it and need it so bad!"
"I know, kid," he told her, pausing to enjoy the feel of her hand playing with his great, bloated pego, the big pair of hairy balls that dangled below it. "But I'm so hot for you right now, I'm afraid I'd shoot my load before it was halfway in. Maybe you'd better take care of the first one in another way because I want our first fuck after all this while to last a long time. I want to make you come and come and come!"
"Maybe you've got something there," she said softly. She raised her head and moved it toward him. While one hand cupped his bulging bag, the other guided his stone-hard peter to her boobies. She rubbed the head of it all over them, pushing the nipples about with the hard, rubbery, feverishly hot knob.
Then she lifted it to her face and rubbed it against her cheek. She licked up and down the throbbing thick length of it and then slowly, teasingly, she took it into her wet, greedy mouth and began to suck as only she knew how to do. In less than five minutes she was rewarded with the longest, gushing, spasming spew of rich man-cream she had ever experienced. She hungrily swallowed each drop and then continued to suck, determined she wasn't going to let that beautiful big thing of his even begin to get soft.
Passing through Ebersburg that morning was a carload of hippies. As they drove along the sleepy-looking, tree-lined main street, saw the shops all closed down, and no sign of life in the town except an old lady out walking her dog, a boy in the back seat of the car, with a girl sitting on his lap, remarked, "Oh, man, how can people stand to live in these little cracker-barrel towns! Christ, talk about Dullsville, man! I'd die of boredom in five minutes. Why, I'll bet the creeps in this little jerkwater place don't even know about fucking!"
The girl on his lap giggled and fidgeted about on the boy's erect penis that was jammed into her vagina, up under her modestly pulled-down skirt. "Oh, Turk," she said. "Is that all you ever think about--fucking ? "
"Uh-uh," he answered, suddenly lifting her off of him, then forcing her head down into his lap, guiding her young mouth toward his slippery slick, erect phallus. "Sometimes it's sucking! Eat that good thing, girl!"
