Jo Daniels became conscious of the damp feeling at her crotch, turning cooler now in the night air coming through the open door of the patio. She bent over to look between her legs. A wet stain loomed accusingly there, and she hurried through the room on into her bedroom.
She undid her pants and peeled them away from her middle. Holding them up she looked again, as if fascinated by what she had done in them. She caught the heady scent of her honey on them, and somehow the pants drew close to her nose so that she could take the dizzying fragrance deep into her senses.
She glimpsed at herself in the big mirror in the room, and shame washed over her again. She snatched the pants down, as if hiding her activities from herself, and glared at her image as if challenging it.
She had seen a young boy as she was coming home, and she had followed him to where he lived. He reminded her so much of Mario. It was as if Mario had never aged as she had. It had been ten years since that night with Mario, ten long, and most times, miserable years. When her parents had discovered what she had done, they had sent her off to a very strict convent. She had turned twenty-one while working many hours a day for her master's degree, then on for her doctorate in psychology. She had lost herself in her studies and research and had pushed sex out of her mind.
Now at twenty-eight, she found it all coming back as if it had been held in check all these years by a dam. Finally the dam had burst loose, and now she was being flooded with desire.
But, and she shuddered at the thought, men her own age or even older, didn't do a thing for her. It had to be a boy, any boy, as long as he was under eighteen. The younger the better. So far she had only pictured a sexual affair with a young boy. But, as her fantasies grew, so did her desires, and she became frightened of herself and what she might do if she had the opportunity.
That boy this afternoon, oh he reminded her so much of Mario.
Now, as she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes started roving over the reflection of her form, flicking up and down her smooth legs, tracing the flaring curve of her firm asscheeks inside the nylon panties. She could see the way the skimpy material bunched at the little shelf where her round buttocks tucked under and joined the tops of her thighs. And she could see the way the skimpy nylon dipped into the deep cleft between the fresh, saucy globes.
As if taunting herself with her own wickedness, Jo turned her hips slightly until she saw the curving apex of her cunt. The blue panties were nearly black in a wide oval splotch right over her twat. She saw the thin material clinging wetly to her puffy cuntlips. There was a fine line running up the center of the wet patch where the nylon had dipped between the lips and exposed her slit. A few golden curls peeped out from under the leg bands of her panties and glistened damply.
Jo gasped at her reflection and then forced herself to hold still under the scrutiny. Her pelvis made a forward motion as she remembered the young boy and his resemblance to her long lost Mario. Now her thighs turned outward slightly in open invitation to a closer inspection.
In a moment she was trying to visualize her own pussy being stuffed full of the boy's cock. In and out, in and out, and now she was rocking with the motion of it. The dark spot seemed to grow a little bigger, and then it began to glisten as a fresh surge of water from her spring came trickling forth.
She tried harder to imagine what it would feel like to have the boy's stiff, piercing cock forcing its way between the wet, puffy lips of her cunt. Her gaze caressed her rotating bosom, and a sensuous need crept through her.
She sobbed once at her own wickedness and she clutched her breasts in her hands, squeezing them hard. The bra material bunched in her fingers along with the blouse, and she suddenly needed to have the garments off her body.
She knew it was wrong. She knew that once she started giving in and needing sex it was going to be difficult to hold it in check. She shuddered when she thought of how close she had come to grabbing the young boy; reaching down and pulling out his cock.
She squeezed her tits firmly, pressed her thighs together and sobbed with terrible need and frustration into the mirror.
Then somehow, in that way women do, she compromised with herself. The bra and blouse would stay on. The panties would definitely stay on. Then if she looked wanton and wicked in the mirror while she rolled her hips around, at least she'd know she really wasn't, since she was still wearing her clothes. And if something happened while she was innocently rolling her hips around-well...
A slow smile crept over her face. She looked at the round, big-eyed,, cute innocence of it and felt pleased with how cleverly she was going about this. She put her hands on her hips and let her pelvis move back and forth sensuously. She watched the play of her soft ass-cheeks inside the tight panties as she tightened the muscles and made her mound jump forward. She watched the way the wet nylon clung to the puffy labia underneath and began working inside her slit, rubbing with slippery touches up and down its length.
She pulled up at the waistband of the panties to increase the pressure of the nylon band running between her legs. Then she put one hand in front and one at the back, holding the panties tightly while she rocked her bottom back and forth in the nylon sling.
Oh, Mario, Mario, why aren't you here to help me? We could make so much love ... Mario ... Mario . . . and her mind drifted back, ten years, to when she had last seen him, and on back four more years to when she was just fourteen.
Jo sprawled on the back seat of the sedan and hooked the heel of one slender foot over the sill of the opened window. Between her widespread white thighs, the imitation leather of the seat cushion was cold against her naked buttocks-as cold as the fingers of the boy beside her, who was caressing the softly quivering mound of her belly.
Jo was just fourteen, and she was wildly excited. The nubile young blonde was used to petting with the high school boys in her crowd. She would let them reach up under her sweater, unfasten her tight lace brassiere, and massage her throbbing breasts when they were exposed. Sometimes she would even allow a boy's hand to stray down over her swollen pubic mound covered by her brief nylon panties. But that was all. She never got near to going the whole way with any of them. Until tonight....
And tonight was different. Mario was different, for a start. His mother had been Mexican and there was something about his dark handsome good looks that stirred unfamiliar tinglings deep down in Jo's loins-a chaotic mixture of fluttery curiosity, forbidden pleasure and a sheer, wicked thrill that caused her heart to pound and her blue eyes to shine lasciviously in the gloom of the garage. Mario was much older than the other boys she had been with. He was eighteen and there was a certain self-assurance about him, about the positive touch of his practiced fingers, the glint in his dark eyes and the angle of his head as he smiled quizzically down at her, that made her go all weak in the knees.
He had met her right after school and they had bought a couple of Cokes at the store. Mario poured out part of the contents and then refilled the bottles from a flask of whiskey he had in his hip pocket. They sipped at the Cokes as they walked.
For a while Jo and Mario had sat in the park, talking and smoking, and then when Mario had asked if she knew any place they could go, it had been Jo herself who had suggested her own garage. It was separated from the house by some tall shrubbery and you could get in the side door without being seen.
The pretty blond girl felt a guilty thrill ripple through her veins as she took the boy's lean dark hand and led him inside. The thought of petting with a strange youth, secretly shut up in her own dad's car only a few yards away from her unsuspecting parents, made her nipples ache with forbidden excitement!
But supposing her father decided to use the car again that evening? Jo tossed her long blond hair as she eased open the rear door of the sedan. The hell with it! You had to dare something to win something-wasn't that what they said?
Normally a cautious girl, she had been possessed of a curious lightheaded devil-may-care attitude ever since she had smoked that cigarette in the park. Mario had rolled it himself and it had a strange, sweetish, almost aromatic flavor. Jo wondered if there hadn't been marijuana mixed in with the tobacco-lots of the kids in her senior class smoked "grass" but she had never tried it herself. Sliding across the back seat to make room for Mario she shrugged to herself. What the hell, she thought again. If it was marijuana . .. well, she just preferred not to know! In any case it had tasted great! And she felt great! Mario was great! Everything was great!
After he pushed up her sweater and unfastened her flimsy brassiere, the boy began massaging her breasts into maddening hardness, rolling the nipples around and caressing the sensitive areolas with the palms of his hands. And then, he took one of the stiffly erect buds of flesh into his mouth. The gentle playing of his tongue around the sensitively quivering skin drove her to near desperation, so that she hardly noticed when his hand slipped up under the miniskirt and began to stroke the warm softness of her smooth inner thighs.
"No, Mario! Please! No!" she had gasped, sensing that as the youth's caresses grew more urgent, she might not be able to hold him back as easily as she could the younger high school boys.
But his hands kept on stroking her, roving the full length of her voluptuously curved body, over her flat white stomach, across her passionately heaving ribs, back to the hard ridge of her hips, and finally down to the nylon-sheathed softness of her trembling loins. But this time the hand did not stay outside. Mario insinuated his fingers slowly but insistently under the narrow elastic waistband of her panties and eased them down towards the silky curls of pubic hair in the tender "vee" between her thighs. As she shuddered and gasped with excitement, he stroked her there, slowly working his middle finger up into the moist virginal slit of her vagina, arousing a thrilling, tingling sensation that she had never experienced before. Still incoherently murmuring the automatic refusals that sprang unbidden to her lips, the aroused Jo squirmed around on the cold, leather of the car seat under the pressure of Mario's expert finger-fucking. Their breathing had become so heavy that the windows of the sedan were all fogged up.
And then-Jo never knew quite how it happened-her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her panties were off! As Mario rolled down the window to let in some air, she almost involuntarily spread her legs and rested one heel on the sill. Now, with the blood pulsating in her ears, she lay wondering excitedly what he would do to her next.
She heard the metallic rip of his zipper opening ... and then suddenly a blunt, heavy pressure against her hip. It was his penis! It had to be! Jo had never felt one before and the muscles of her body contracted away automatically at the unfamiliar and disturbing touch.
She was about to protest and pull away from him when abruptly Mario hunched himself up over her reclining body and dropped down on his knees between her widely parted legs. She felt the hard bulge of his penis in the groove of her hip as he leaned forward and took the ripely swelling mound of one quivering breast in his two hands, dropping his head to suck the tautly throbbing nipple deep into his wet mouth.
"Ooooooooooh!" Jo moaned. "Oh, wow! Oh, Nooooooo! Don't!"
Her blond head moved dazedly from side to side on the seat as he began a gentle sucking pressure against the sensitive nipple between his lips. His hands dropped down to course lightly over the soft firmness of her waist and belly, stroking the tender skin to a trembling awareness that flamed suddenly through her loins. Knowing she should stop him now, before it was too late, Jo tried to protest again-but somehow the words stuck in her throat as his mouth played for long delicious moments around her throbbing breasts, moving from one to the other, his tongue trailing wetly through the wide fleshy valley between them.
And then his mouth was sliding hotly down over her trembling belly, his desire-swollen cock moving down the inside of her thigh, as his body slipped lower. Soft mewls and gasps of pleasure panted from her parted pink lips as he ground his tongue for a moment in her navel. Again she sought to stop him, but it was as though she had become temporarily paralyzed. She settled herself lower in the seat, overcome by the maddening patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. She felt her thighs being pressed farther apart as he hunched himself up between them. She sucked in her breath with a shuddering gasp as she felt Ins thumbs on the softly quivering hair-covered lips of her vagina, splaying them apart, and the coolness of the garage air touched her there.
With a stifled moan, Mario dropped his head, and his tongue flicked forward, the tip teasing moistly against the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris.
The blond Jo jerked galvanically at the sudden tingling contact. "Aaaaaaaagh!" she moaned. "Ooooooh! Wow! No! No! No ... we mustn't... please!"
But as the sensitive shaft of flesh throbbed into her with a greater hardness, Mario suddenly lowered his fingers and spread the opening of her cunt wider still, spearing his raping tongue deep into the moist virgin flesh of her cunt.
Jo jerked again, a low moan escaping from deep in her throat as her hands reached down involuntarily. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, and she-pulled Mario's face hard and wantonly into her loins. His tongue circled around maddeningly inside her, the tip flickering against the sensitive wet walls of her pussy, sending spasms of insane desire coursing wildly through her half-naked body. Then suddenly, to her astonishment and disappointment, he was moving up over her, leaving her tongue-aroused cunt aflame with lustful desire. An instant later he was kissing her, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat as he took her hand and placed it demandingly on his blood-engorged penis, wrapping the fingers around the hotly pulsating shaft.
Jo tightly clenched them, hearing the groan of pleasure that forced itself between his lips, over her own gasping breath. Wow, it was enormous! She had never expected a penis would be so big! If he were to put it up inside of her, it would split her vagina wide open! It would kill her! Nevertheless the thought of such a lewd thing, the feel of the rod of lust-hardened male flesh throbbing in her hand, was obscurely delighting her. She'd like to feel its pulsing rigidity plunging deep into her seething cunt at this very minute! Instinctively, she began to massage the outer skin back and forth, up and down the iron-hard shaft. Nothing in the world had ever felt so good, or so right, or so complete.
Mario reached back and slipped his middle finger once more up between her legs, parting the flowered, open vaginal lips whose hair-fringed edges were now slippery wet with the secretions seeping excitedly from her pussy, and grinding it tantalizingly against her erectly throbbing clitoris.
Jo tensed on the seat as an electric shock of abandoned pleasure rippled up through her naked body. For a moment she could not move; she was frozen like a statue as the lustful sensations seared through her veins-and the boy took this to mean that she had given way. Carefully, he began levering himself up on his knees.
Jo felt a cold wetness on her exposed thigh as his massive cock swayed away from her flesh. For an instant she wondered if Mario had had an orgasm-but his throbbing member was still as hard as a plank of wood. Then she remembered that men, too, produced a seminal fluid before they reached orgasm, and this thought made her tingle with even wilder enthusiasm. Automatically, she increased the speed of her milking fingers, sliding the sleek hot skin more and more rapidly up and down the wetly gleaming cockshaft.
Mario was panting heavily now, his breath playing hot and moist over her naked breasts. "Jo!" he moaned frantically. "Honey baby ... man, I want you... I've got to fuck you. Now!"
"No!" Jo gasped. "No, Mario. No! You'd ... you'd hate me afterwards. I know you would! We mustn't!" She pulled her long slender leg down from the open car window and scissored her thighs shut, wanting to let him do it with every fiber of her physical being while her brain fought to maintain control of her lust-inflamed senses.
"Jo!" Mario groaned hoarsely. "Come on ... I got to!"
Thrusting with his lean hips, he tried to squirm his penis between her now tightly closed thighs, forcing the blunt, bulbous cock-head down through the upper part of her wetly hair-lined slit, fighting madly to reach the mouth of the hot pink passage she was denying him. His every plunge sent wilder sensations of abandon surging through her as his hardness grated against the moistly throbbing bud of her clitoris.
"No, Mario. No! We mustn't! It would ruin everything." Jo breathed passionately. She hugged him tight and talked wetly into his mouth, murmuring incoherent and obscene endearments up into his slavering lips as she clamped her trembling thighs together.
Mario arched up his pumping hips and jammed his knees in between her thighs, forcing them slowly apart. She struggled against him with all her strength-and inadvertently her grip tightened around his straining cock just as the wetly seeping head was poised between the splayed-open lips of her cunt.
The boy threw back his head and uttered a gasping cry. His breath jetted out in a shuddering sigh as Jo felt the rigid shaft in her hand begin to jerk uncontrollably, and a hot thick stream of male semen spurted from it, pumping out in diminishing squirts until her golden pubic hair was drenched with the warm sticky sperm. It lay in moist pools on her quivering white belly, covered the insides of her thighs, and dripped wetly down between her legs to smear the car seat beneath her naked buttocks.
Mario emitted. a final groan and collapsed across her body as she lay staring up through the dusk at the misted windows while his come grew cold on her skin, and she half wished that he would try again or at least realize how frustrated she was feeling.
Suddenly the lights went on in the garage! Her father was coming up to the car and peering in at the scene.
"My God!" he cried in despair. "What have you done! You slut! You whore!"
"But, Daddy," Jo protested. "I didn't do anything. He never got it in...."
But her father would not listen. By this time Mario had scrambled into a sitting position, trying to pull his clothes together.
Jo's father reached into the car and pulled her out roughly, with force. While he was shaking her and slapping her, Jo cried out, "Run Mario! .Run! He'll kill you! Run!"
"No!" he protested.
"Please, Mario, run!"
And Jo didn't see him again for four years. Her father had placed her in a strict convent for girls with similar problems. Jo had insisted that she was innocent, that she had not let Mario fuck her, but her father wouldn't listen. For almost a year, she cried herself to sleep.
When she had gotten her master's degree she returned home. Mario was in uniform and home on leave. She sneaked out to see him and this time they spent five hours in a motel out of town. This time, too, he did everything he wanted to do and that she wanted him to do. It was great! He asked her if she would marry him when he returned from Viet Nam and she promised she would.
Five months later, when Jo had been accepted at the university to work for her doctorate, she got word that Mario had been killed! And her world almost ended.
But she survived, losing herself in her work.
Now ten years after being fucked by Mario she was standing in front of a mirror masturbating and wishing Mario or the young boy, either one, were here to help her.
The material of the nylon between her legs clung and slid alternatively, setting up a burning friction over the gates of her steaming cunt. She spread her thighs wide and bent her knees to dip down and open the silky petals to the nylon touch. It slid inside them and teased at the sensitive tissues rimming the mouth of her vagina. She moaned slightly, sawing back and forth with the crotch of the panties and felt the ball of sensitive nerve endings at the top of her cleft awaken and sprout like a small cock. The little bud surged forward into the cupping grooves of nylon.
A change overtook her doll-like features as her passion mounted. She watched the soft lips go slack and her eyes hood over. The halo of golden hair swam luxuriantly around her shoulders and face. Her breasts pumped up and down inside their confining garments, and she wished she'd taken them off.
As if by itself, her thumb began creeping down inside her panties. The material was tightly bunched, in her fists, one in front, the other in back, and her knuckles rubbed with light touches over her burning skin. She felt the thumb in front begin weaving back and forth across the tremulous mound of her abdomen, reaching further and farther downward with each swing as if seeking contact with her golden triangle and the pulsing delights under it. Then she allowed the hand behind her to nose its way between the cheeks of her saucy ass. A heightened throb rippled through her as she thought of its destination.
Her hips rolled back and around and pumped forward, and the material of the panties sang over her clit like a slippery bow over a violin string.
She sucked in her breath and felt sharp jolts shoot through her, and her resolve started crumbling to pieces. She wondered what difference one small bit of self-indulgence would matter now-what harm there would be in slipping her thumb inside her cunt and letting the release she'd been holding back so long flow through her.
Jo's face twisted in agony, and she damned herself for having started playing around. She cursed the inadvertent luck that had caused her to spot the young boy. A ragged moan escaped her lips as she shook with indecision and fiery need. But the guilt over the desire for the young boy and the shame for the fact that she was watching herself tease her genitals both crashed down furiously and won out, and Jo crumpled back onto the bed with a harsh cry of total frustration.
"No, no-I can't do it!" she sobbed, balling her fist against her trembling mouth.
CHAPTER TWO
Jo spent the next day doing some research in the library at the university. She was working on a paper that she thought was quite important, but she couldn't keep her mind on what she was doing. Her mind kept going back to the boy she had seen. After she had followed him to a restaurant and had peered inside, she knew he worked there as a busboy.
When she finally got up and left the library she knew without thinking where she was headed.
It was mid-afternoon when she walked into the restaurant. It wasn't crowded and the boy wasn't there either. But, of course, she realized, he wouldn't be until after school.
She ordered coffee and waited. At four o'clock he walked in. Jo's heart did a flip-flop and she almost gasped audibly. The likeness to Mario was so real.
When he had donned his apron and begun setting up tables in preparation for the dinner hour, Jo watched him. The two or three times he approached where she was sitting, Jo could feel the electricity that he seemed to radiate. It was as if she were drawn to him like a magnet. She wanted to reach out and touch him.
Jo stayed as long as she dared, then she went out and sat in her car until he came out the door, headed for home, she assumed.
She called out to him, "Could I give you a ride?" '
"No ma'am. I don't live too far. I can just walk."
"Nonsense. Get in and m give you a lift." The boy had to get in her car. She had to be near him.
He shrugged and crawled in beside her. The nearness of him almost caused her to gasp. As she started the car she asked his name.
"Tim."
"A nice name." She drove along toward the direction he had said he lived. There must be some way she could get him to come to her apartment. She had to touch him, to hold him.
"I wonder if you might be interested in doing some work for me?" she asked.
"I suppose so. What kind of work?"
"Nothing much, just some straightening up around my apartment, once or twice a week. You can do it after you get off work at the restaurant or whenever."
"Sounds okay."
"By the way," Jo said, as if an afterthought, "My name is Daniels. Jo Daniels."
"Please to know you, Miss Daniels," Tim said. His voice was firm enough, but a squeak still revealed itself. Now he talked some, not much, but some. He told her about himself, his school. About how the boys teased him because he had to work and didn't have time to "goof around with them.
"How about girls?" Jo asked. "Do you have a girl?"
"No ma'am, I don't. Never have time," he added.
"That's a shame. A boy as good-looking as you." She glanced over at him and noticed the flush of embarrassment.
When they reached the apartment Jo said, "I want to show you the apartment so you'll know how much work there is. Then I will drive you on home."
"Oh, I don't five that far. I can walk."
After Jo showed him through the apartment, she asked him to sit awhile. He plopped down on the couch and Jo sat near him. She wanted to reach out and grab him and pull him to her, so she could run her hands over him. She wanted to take his cock into her hands and caress it. She sighed and again it was an audible sound. She had to have this boy. She just had to. He was Mario all over and she was sitting in the car with him. It was so real.
Then Jo's hand reached out as if it had a mind of its own. She touched Tim's longish hair, stroking it gently, then dropping her hand to the bad of his neck to turn his face up toward hers. Then she pulled his face slowly forward until her own soft lips brushed against his sweet young mouth and again she felt a sudden spark shoot through her, igniting her flesh and blood. And as she held his mouth to hers, Tim made no effort to resist.
Jo's passion, nurtured for so long in her secret fantasies, seemed to know no bounds. There was nothing she would not do for this ... this child, she admitted to herself. If he would only respond to her, there was nothing at all in the world she would refuse him now.
The aroused Jo Daniels moved suddenly closer on the couch to the surprised teenager, pressing her thighs tightly against his. Her lips still covered his mouth and now her tongue darted suddenly outward between his parted lips and teeth. She was rewarded by the touch of his tongue against her own. Then with a start of delight, she realized that Tim's was swirling around of its own accord, now working its way into her mouth and shooting far back toward her throat, searching hungrily.
Her ecstasy now, her lewd anticipation, was as great as that night she remembered from so long ago. She cared for nothing, nothing in the whole world but the fulfillment of her obscene desire to be possessed and violated by this handsome young boy. Her mind whirled in her confusion as the forbidden sparks of joy darted through her body. Even now, finding it hard to believe it was really happening, she realized that to fight her building passion would be futile. Then she forgot the possible consequences entirely. She took Tim's hand tight in hers and placed it firmly on the full, throbbing mound of one of her breasts, moaning deep in her throat as she felt his strong fingers begin to almost mechanically stroke and tease her sensitive flesh.
But that wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. She had to have more, more of the delightful tantalizing sensation, and hurriedly she reached up and began to flick open the buttons down the front of her blouse.
"Put your hand in here," she whispered huskily now, again taking the boy's hand and guiding it into the dress and under the flimsy white lace of her brassiere cup.
Reveling at the touch of his hand against her naked flesh, Jo was swiftly becoming lost in a lurid excitement, trapped by her own lust in this compromising and immoral entanglement. But even the youngster's now insistent stroking of her warm white skin and the teasing of his thumb and forefinger at the hard little bud of one of her nipples seemed pallid by comparison to the fantasies that had been raging all week in her lust-crazed consciousness. Her body demanded more and more. Her body demanded everything, full and complete satisfaction.
Tim stroked eagerly at the tender flesh of one of the aroused tingling breasts; then, seeming to sense what would please her even more, he moved his hand into the cup that covered her other breast, cupping it even more firmly now in his own palm until she moaned aloud. Then as he again began to tweak at the tender little nipple, he heard a soft cry rise in her throat.
"Did I hurt you?" he gasped, looking at her with an anguished face.
"No," Jo sobbed. "No. God no! It feels good! It feels wonderful!"
Reassured, he continued. Now Tim's fingers teased and taunted even more fervently at the rigidly swelling little nipple, and already a fever of excitement was beginning to grip the aroused older woman. "Oh God!" she whimpered. "Oh dear God!" She had to get her clothes off. She had to be completely vulnerable to the youngster's building lust. She had to hold him close, much closer than she could hold him now, and with nimble fingers, she hastily undid the rest of the buttons of her blouse, then loosened the snap at the side of the skirt.
A startled expression crossed Tim's face as she pushed the blouse off her shoulders, and then that was followed by a lewd grin as she lifted her buttocks and began to shimmy out of her skirt. She left it clinging at her ankles and reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere, letting the light garment fall away from her torso to completely reveal the firmly uplifted mounds of her naked breasts.
Tim had never experienced anything like this before in his life. This was really going to be something. He never imagined the real reason Miss Daniels had given him that invitation, but now it was obvious. And he couldn't wait to tell the other boys what had happened.
Jo started at the teenage boy with desire-filled eyes, seeing again the almost perfect image of her lost Mario. Then, hardly aware of what she was saying, she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Suck me, Tim. Suck my breasts and nipples."
Again Tim looked startled, but only for a moment. Then he grinned happily and nodded his head. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be glad to."
He hesitated but a moment then his head came quickly forward and he fastened his mouth hungrily on one of the firm little nipple-buds, barely touching it as he first began to suck. Jo groaned out her pleasure and tangled her hands in the boy's long smooth hair, pulling his face even closer to her naked torso. Now her whole body was like a roaring furnace as her pitched emotional state allowed her to recreate the ecstasy that had surged, through her body when she'd made love to Mario so many years before. But she still wasn't satisfied. Tim had to be naked, too.
She still had to see his whole virgin body naked before her. "Tim," she murmured. "Oh Tim. You've got to take your clothes off, too."
Blushing, the young boy removed his lip? from the woman's breasts, and, looking hungrily at her body, decided that no matter how embarrassing it might be, it would be worth it to him in the long run to comply. There was a terrible erection throbbing up in his jeans that was about to drive him crazy. Jesus, he wondered. Would she let him do everything to her? Would she let him fuck and everything, like the guys at school were always talking about?
The mere idea of it sent shivers chasing up and down the youngster's spine, causing his boyish cock to stiffen even further in anticipation The whole neighborhood was talking about Miss Daniels. She was the sexiest thing that had turned up in a long time. He could hardly believe this was really happening to him, - and the aroused woman, sitting there before him under his penetrating gaze, wearing nothing but her thin white panties, stared at him hungrily, trying to wipe away the last of his inhibitions.
"Here, Tim," she said in a lusty voice. "Strip me completely naked first if that will make you feel less nervous about taking your clothes off in front of me."
"Gee, Miss Daniels! Can I?"
The youngster hesitated but a moment. Then he slipped his fingers beneath the narrow elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them slowly down. The sensuously excited blonde raised her hips up from the couch to make the boy's task easier, listening with bated breath to the rustling of the fabric as he drew them off her tightly rounded ass-cheeks and down her thighs to fall to the floor.
Jesus, Tim thought. She really was gorgeous. And now he knew he was going to get her. She was going to be his, and he was feeling less embarrassed by the second. He didn't care anymore. He couldn't help himself. He had to have her, and he wasn't even sure how long he could hold back. And even if he was still a little scared, he knew he couldn't let that stop him. He had to run his hands over her soft smooth skin, had to explore that little mound of sparse pubic hair. He had to fuck her. Then once he'd told the other guys about this, they wouldn't think of him as just an intellectual punk anymore.
Tim hesitated but a moment longer, then stood up abruptly and began hastily stripping off his clothes. Now the lust-crazed woman watched him with eyes that were mere slits of sexual need, a little sigh of delighted relief escaping her half-parted lips as she saw his trousers and jockey shorts drop and his young penis spring forth in a hard, throbbing erection.
Then he dropped back down beside her on the couch, reaching out eagerly toward her. He let his hand trail softly over the smoothness between the lush twin mounds of her breasts then down lower across her belly, descending at last to the swollen hair-fringed mound between her thighs. As he did so, the naked woman gasped at the new flames of passion shooting through her loins and breasts. She let her legs go limp, and she collapsed to a half reclining position on the couch, parting her thighs and splaying them out wide to each side.
Tim leaned forward over her, trembling, transfixed by the obscenity of this completely exposed view of the blond woman's cunt. She was a natural blonde, he realized. The hair down there was as beautiful a golden color as the hair on her head, and the sight of it inspired a further surging of his cock, a tightness in his aching balls that could not be denied.
"Miss Daniels," he gasped in a nervous, trembling voice, "I want to fuck you."
Now Jo closed her eyes completely in the delirium of her lust. He had said it! This young boy had said those magic words to her. He wanted to fuck her, and she couldn't have been happier at that moment if it had been a proposal of marriage from a man she loved. She shivered with sheer ecstasy at the lewdness of the word coming from his innocent lips, further excited by that very shocking incongruity. And as she relished the prospect of what he'd demanded, she nodded her head, purring in only the faintest voice, "Yes, Tim. Oh yes. I want you to fuck me, Tim. I want you to! I want it! Fuck me!"
Now the boy's hands slid further down into the inviting, obscene warmth of her inner thighs, into that soft golden pubic hair, to brush eagerly along the wet pink slit of her cunt.
Jo moaned as the fingers gently teased the sensitive, moistened flesh, moving slowly and maddeningly up and down her pinkly glistening pussy-slit. Then a shudder shook her nakedness at the first sudden tantalizing contact with the blood-inflamed button of her clitoris. The young boy sensed her response and began to stroke eagerly at the hardened little nubbin throbbing beneath his fingers. Jesus, he thought. Now she really was getting hot. And he could hardly wait a minute longer. The fire that burned in his inexperienced young cock was consuming him, and he could already feel the churning of his sperm in his now heavily swollen testicles.
His breath coming in deep, strained gasps, Tim placed both his hands on the soft wetness of Miss Daniel's eagerly parted inner thighs, pushing them even farther out to expose more perfectly the narrow pink slit of her vagina. He probed greedily over the glistening little orifice that seemed to quiver as if in invitation to the continued teasing. Then, sighing deeply with his building adolescent desire, the fourteen-year-old plunged his middle finger suddenly between the lustfully sucking lips and wormed it slowly up into the clasping tightness of her vagina.
"Oh," the squirming Jo moaned again and again as the youngster probed deeper and deeper up into her loins, then began slowly to finger-fuck in and out between her parted thighs. She writhed in heated tension on the couch, reclining completely on her back, beginning to hunch and undulate her buttocks in response to the maddening penetration. Then she whimpered in surprise and disappointment as Tim withdrew his obscenely probing finger.
Jo opened her eyes and shook her head in desperate protest. "No, Tim. No. Don't stop now. Please don't stop now."
The lust-tortured woman waited breathlessly, little twitches of frustration shaking her naked body. Then nervously the boy kneeled between her parted thighs, holding himself poised and trembling above her.
"What is it, Tim?" she purred softly.. "What's the matter?"
He shook his head, saying, "I... I'm not sure what to do now, Miss Daniels."
For the briefest instant something in Jo almost froze. A twinge of sanity and regret held her back from this final corruption. She closed her eyes, drifting in a whirlpool of mixed feelings, of sorrow and hunger, madness and remorse. Then she reached slowly downward and closed her trembling hand about the stiff, slender penis, still hesitating. Then his words came reverberating into her ears like far away thunder. "Help me, Miss Darnels. Please help me. Show me what to do."
"Oh, my God, yes," Jo gasped. The poor child. Wrong as what she was about to do now was, it would be an even greater injustice if, after leading him this far, she were to suddenly stop here at this moment of their mutual height of passion. And that was her justification, her rationalization. A moment later, Jo forgot her hesitance completely. She let the boy's words play over and over in her ears, that final proof of her original supposition that he was a virgin. She told herself, and she knew it was not a lie, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. He wanted her as much as she had wanted Mario that fateful night so long ago. He wanted her to be the first woman in his life, and that honor drained the last of her will power to resist, wiped out the last semblance of sensibility from her mind, leaving her nothing but the overwhelming need to feel this youth's virile young cock deep up inside her warm, clasping cunt.
Then, arching her hips up from the couch, the trembling blonde guided the hotly pulsing rod of cock-flesh up to the moist and swollen cuntal opening between her lewdly parted thighs. She felt an unspeakable ecstasy which blotted all else from her thoughts as the boy's tender penis touched and teased at the opening of her pussy. Then with an instinctively powerful lunge the young boy drove his buttocks forward; the blood-engorged head of his cock popped up in between her slickened pussy lips, driving relentlessly up between the clinging cuntal walls to push all resistance aside.
As Jo reached down to cup his buttocks and hold his tightly to her, Tim lay still for a moment. Then, unable to hold himself back any longer, he began suddenly to move in jerking strokes, swiftly increasing his motions, building and building until his straining pelvis moved powerfully against her belly with each urgent forward thrust of his body. Beneath him, Jo arched and gyrated her naked ass-cheeks in frenzied abandon, mewling out her pleasure and want in the obscene tirade.
"Yes, yes. Fuck me, Tim. Fuck me harder! Fuck me deeper!"
Now her hands jerked wildly at his squirming buttocks. Now they danced up and down his back. Now her fingernails clawed like a cat's at the skin of his spine. Then she moved lower to again seize the white mounds of his buttocks, to cup them tightly and put his blood-swollen cock deeper and deeper into the aching depths of her lewdly surrendered pussy.
And as her climax gradually approached, Jo felt the devastating waves of ecstasy sweeping like wind over her voluptuously thrashing body. "Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God! It's good! I'm going to come. I'm going to! I'm commmmming, commmmming!"
Now Jo gave up at last, surrendered completely to the surreal pleasure of the moment, feeling the warm orgasmic wetness seep forth abundantly in her loins, bathing her throbbing cuntal passage with slickening moisture.
At almost the same instant she felt the terrible tension increase in the young boy's body as Tim zoomed to his own explosively shattering climax, arching his buttocks up one last time and then plunging his spurting penis so deeply it seemed to fill every inch of her wildly spasming cuntal orifice.
"I'm coming too!" he groaned. "I'm coming too, Miss Daniels!" A deep shudder shook the boy's body as though to match her own continued bucking undulations as his warm seminal fluids spurted forth to unite with the pungent, searing wetness deep inside her vagina.
The impassioned couple clung to one another for a long and unforgettable moment. Then with a last deep sigh of contentment, young Tim let his body go slack, and he rolled-hardly more than half conscious now-from the still quivering figure of Jo Daniels. Giving out with a little gasp of remorse at the loss of contact with his body, Jo purred softly and distantly, "Oh, Tim. Oh my dear Tim." Then she closed her eyes. Her breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Those last few moments she'd completely forgotten to breathe.
Jo knew somehow . . . dimly . . . vaguely ... that Tim was putting his clothes back on. She knew he would be gone in a few minutes. She could understand that now he would want to be alone. He would need some time to think, to adjust to his new status. She opened her eyes for a moment, gazing at him blearily, then she closed them again. She almost slept. It seemed she was just drifting off when she heard the click as the door was closed.
It was only then that reality returned. She sat up suddenly, staring across the room at the door that had shut behind the young boy she'd just corrupted and violated. A small teardrop filling each of her eyes, she gazed silently after him. They spilled lightly down her cheeks as she lowered her head, looking down almost in disbelief at her own obscene nakedness, realizing the seriousness of what she'd done. She was astonished, ashamed, almost sick-yet satisfied as she'd rarely been in her life.
She'd fallen asleep again, not long after Tim's departure, right there where she lay naked on the couch.
CHAPTER THREE
When she aroused herself she felt satisfied, but then the guilt flooded through her body. It was the old story, she told herself. In the heat of passion a person will forget all that they're ever taught; all their moral code disappears, then afterwards they feel remorse.
In her training as a psychologist she knew all about this. Oh, she had counseled so many students at the university in this particular subject.
But who would counsel her? She knew it was not normal, her desire for young boys. Yet, really she could see no wrong in it. Why then should she feel so much guilt?
She pondered the question for days.
There had to be a solution, but there seemed to be none. She began losing sleep.
The first really visible signs of her imminent collapse appeared on Tuesday. She should have recognized them immediately. By Wednesday it should have been apparent to Jo that she had a serious problem to deal with. The respite her secretly lusting flesh had been granted as a result of her interlude with Tim had ended. On a purely physical level, her need had returned. Her body, satisfied once, demanded satisfaction again. And as translated from her body to her mind, this need was manifested in the fantasies. The fantasies returned, they were with her always, even more vivid and perverse and devastating than before.
She would lie naked on her back on the couch, just as she had that first night. Also naked, kneeling over her, Tim would gaze hungrily down at the open invitation of her cunt. Gently, so gently, he would place his hands on the quivering flesh of her white inner thighs, his thumbs on the sensitive edges of her moistened cuntal lips. He would draw them slowly open, revealing gradually the inner treasures of her pussy, completely exposing the little rosy bud of her clitoris.
The agony of waiting would be almost more than she could bear. Then he would lower his head slowly toward her belly. He would slide down on the couch, his face between her thighs.
Suddenly his tongue would flick outward and into lewdly tantalizing contact with the tiny throbbing protuberance there between her exposed pussy-lips. He would lick it, just as that one night he had licked the hard buds of her little nipples. He would kindle again those flames that had consumed her....
Just thinking about it was enough to fully arouse her. The lurid visions were with Jo where ever she went now. At work she would drift away. Something would startle her and snap her back, and she wondered shamefully if anything in her expression had hinted at what was going on inside her. At night, sitting alone in her apartment, afraid to even go out, she suffered hysterically. Her sleep was a series of erotic dreams.
By Thursday a week had passed and she was almost going out of her mind. By Friday evening she could stand it no longer. She started to masturbate; then she changed her mind. She decided in her frenzy, to do something she had never done in all her years. She would go out to a restaurant or maybe even a bar. She would see if she could get herself picked up by a man.
Jo put on her most daring miniskirt and a thin sleeveless sweater. She wore no brassiere, and the material clung almost lewdly to her breast around the little visible protrusions of her nipples. She wore no nylons, just a pair of sandals on her feet. Beneath the short skirt she wore her skimpiest, sexiest lace panties. She applied her perfume generously. She let her hair hang loose and free over her bare shoulders. Before leaving her apartment she had a generous drink of her whiskey. Then she went out, got into her car, and drove toward the main drag that ran alongside the local college campus. She was trying to decide where she should go as she stopped at a red light. She was sure she would have her best chance at a bar several blocks down the street, a place frequented primarily by the college faculty and graduate students, with a few fraternity members on occasion. Then, waiting for the light to turn, Jo's eyes widened as she saw the long-haired, bespectacled boy standing in the crosswalk before her, staring dazedly through the windshield at her.
It was Tim, and, recognizing him, Jo realized that it was only natural enough that she should find him here. It was eight-thirty; the restaurant where he worked was just up the street. It couldn't have worked out more perfectly if she had planned it herself. She hadn't planned it! She hadn't even thought about it, not even subconsciously. It was an accident. A coincidence. An evil twist of fate.
The light changed. Behind Jo's car, a horn honked. Still staring at her, seemingly stunned, Tim moved slowly away. The horn honked again. Then, on sudden impulse, Jo leaned over and opened the door. "Tim," she called. "Come it. I'll give you a ride home."
As the horn beeped again, the boy hurried back and got into the front seat beside her. Jo pulled onto the wider, busier street just in time to make the light. Acutely aware of the boy's presence beside her, Jo stared straight ahead, trying futilely to concentrate on her driving. She didn't think in terms of the direction toward the south side where he lived. She concerned herself only with the fact that she was driving away from her apartment, directly away from it. If she drove toward it, if she got anywhere near it, she knew what would happen. She went for several blocks then was stopped by a light. As she turned, she caught Tim staring at her breasts and her-almost completely exposed thighs. He looked away quickly, embarrassed. The light changed and Jo pulled forward. Then, still not really thinking of what she was doing, she took the right of the fork in the road and now recognized that she was driving toward the small lake at the north edge of town. Self-consciously, she glanced again at the boy beside her, to find him again staring hungrily at her.
"What am I doing?" Jo asked with a nervous little laugh. "I'm going the wrong way, aren't I?"
"Well, you're ... uh ... you're going the opposite way from my house," Tim stammered "But..."
"But what, Tim?"
He was too nervous to even face her. "I don't know. Nothing."
Watching him from the corner of her eye, Jo managed a smile. "I guess, since we've come this far, we might as well drive back alongside the lake and catch the expressway. What do you think?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tim said. "That's probably the easiest way to get there now."
They drove on in silence. In a few moments the lake loomed before them like a flat, slick mirror reflecting the long beams of moonlight. Jo took the road running along the water, continuing for about half a mile before she pulled off onto a deserted concrete parking area. Knowing what she was doing was madness, she flicked off the ignition. It was crazy. It was insane. Again she was flirting with disaster. But now that she had Tim beside her, she couldn't bear to give him up so quickly. She couldn't bear to take him straight home and drop him off with hardly a word. She needed his company, she longed for and needed it. And here they were alone and the night so beautiful....
The already dangerously aroused Jo gazed in silence out toward the water for a moment. "Well," she said in a soft voice. "Here we are."
"Yes, ma'am. Here... we are."
"Let's ... let's just sit here for a while. All right?"
"Yes, ma'am," Tim said, trembling, hardly able to contain his breathing.
Jo leaned back against the seat, inhaling the fresh cool air of the night. She felt wonderful now. For this brief moment she felt wonderful, happy, felt even as if she wasn't doing anything wrong. It seemed so perfectly innocent, so perfectly natural for her to be here with Tim. And as she turned to gaze out of the corner of her eyes at the young boy, she was again struck by his uncanny resemblance to Mario. Yet strangely, and for a reason she had not quite fathomed, that hardly seemed important anymore. She liked Tim now for himself. She wanted him for himself, for who he was. But tonight she would ignore that, she vowed. She would not further corrupt this young boy tonight. In a few minutes she would take him home. Then, if she still felt the way she had earlier, she would do what she'd come out to do in the first place.
Her body quivered slightly with the intensity of her feelings, and as she thought of Tim, as she dwelled on the emotional bond she now felt with him, she felt a renewed excitement begin to stir of its own accord in her loins. But she told herself that was all right. It wouldn't hurt her. She would control it until she'd taken him home. She could do that in the knowledge that if she needed to, she could attract a man, an adult who did not have to be corrupted, who was not for her forbidden.
But the excitement increased gradually. She was hardly aware of it, or aware of what she was doing as she inched slowly over on her seat toward Tim. She absently dropped her hand to the boy's thigh and stroked teasingly along on the outside of his jeans.
Tim's sudden start of surprised pleasure made the lovely Jo's body tingle with suppressed desire. There was an undeniable warmth spreading through her now. It seemed to start at the very center of her being and flow outward over all the supple softness of her immodestly clothed body, over every tingling, inviting inch of her flesh. Then she became aware that there was a hint of moisture between her legs, and the sudden dawning of that realization caused her to suck her breath in harshly.
"Oh, God," she whispered to herself, aware that the youngster had jerked his head sharply toward her, feeling his eyes descend from her face to her voluptuously straining breasts. She hadn't wanted it this way at all! She'd only wanted to be with him, wanted to prove she could trust herself alone in his company. She'd only wanted to dream that perhaps someday the two of them could be merely friends. But she knew now that she couldn't control what was happening to her body beneath the flimsy seductive sweater and skirt she wore. She had to do something, she had to have some kind of relief from her all-consuming lust. And in her deliriously building passion, she could only justify that realization by telling herself that at least if she didn't do what she'd done before, if she didn't actually let Tim fuck her, afterward she could feel that still she wasn't completely rotten. She couldn't feel that way again, she might lose her mind with sheer guilt. But she had to have something, some kind of contact, dangerous as that might be. And that contact, shocking as the thought was, had to be with his cock.
Then, punishing herself, Jo thought she'd hit upon the perfect solution to her problem. She narrowed her eyes, turning her head slowly to gaze down at the crotch of Tim's jeans. Unconsciously, she flicked out her tongue to moisten her soft inviting lips. Then she looked at his face. "Tim, Tim, I want to do something for you. I want to do something with... my mouth."
He was momentarily stunned. Then a lascivious lust filled his eyes. He nodded. "Yes," he croaked, barely able to even speak. Then, his fingers trembling excitedly, he leaned back against the seat and the opposite door of the car and started to slowly and obscenely draw downward on the zipper of his fly. "Yes," he managed. "Yes, Miss Daniels. Do it to me like that. With your mouth."
Jo closed her eyes, shuddering. Then she eagerly reached out to the boy beside her, slipping her hand into his fly and her fingers inside the cotton fabric of his jockey shorts to maneuver his already rigidly erect young penis out to freedom. She narrowed her eyes, looking hungrily down at the hard throbbing cock, beginning to stroke it softly as her own body was enveloped in the wanton flames of desires.
"Oh, Tim" she breathed, then bent her head swiftly down. Jo stifled a moan, and a little quiver of passion darted through her aching loins as she parted her lips to close them over the blood-engorged head of the squirming youngster's pulsating cock. She felt him tremble from the contact, his movement answering her own growing excitement, and she swirled her tongue eagerly around the stiffened shaft of flesh before she let it slip from her mouth.
"Do you like this, Tim?"
"Golly yes, Miss Daniels," the boy groaned. "I like it more than almost anything."
The teenager's buttocks jerked in a spasm of excitement as Jo's tongue swirled and twirled around the desire-swollen shaft of his slender penis, then found the tiny opening of the glans at the top to flick up a little tangy tasting droplet of oozing seminal fluid. Tim moaned out his ecstasy and anticipation as he watched Jo's long blond hair cascade over his loins, then reached suddenly down to run his fingers into her hair and draw her face even closer to her thighs. He forced her to again take the shaft of his cock in her mouth and lunged his hips up at the same time to drive it deeper into the warm, wet cavern between her lips.
For a moment Jo thought she would choke as the rigid rod of youthful male flesh brushed almost to the back of her throat. She gasped for breath, reveling in her wanton masochistic pleasure, enjoying all the suffering and humiliation the suddenly aggressive teenager was subjecting her to. She began to suck more eagerly, her moist lips ovalled, her cheeks hollowing and expanding, and she was rewarded only by a further arching upward of the boys hips, and even harder thrust of his palpitating cock deeper and deeper into the welcoming hunger of her mouth.
Tim's groans of pleasure were echoed by her own sputtered mewls, Jo knew that he liked what she was doing to him, and she liked it too. But she had to have something more. The fire in her own loins was unquenched. It was not even beingg fought. She had to have contact from him on her own genitals as she sucked him. She had to have his fingers on her clitoris and pussy.
Still sucking in wild abandon, Jo seized one of the boy's hands from the top of her head. She shifted the position of her body, then guided it urgently down to the hem of the short miniskirt and up beneath it.
"Put your hand in my panties and feel me up," she mumbled around the cock plunging into, her mouth. "Touch my pussy. Finger-fuck my pussy the way you did that first night."
Jesus, Tim thought. She was really begging for it. And he was only glad to give it. Flexing his cock deep in his beautiful partner's mouth, he pushed her skirt completely up off her buttocks, then slid his hand down into the tight elastic waistband of her panties, grazing through the soft golden pubic hairs to stroke up and down the narrow slit of her now wildly throbbing cunt.
Another racking shudder passed through Jo's body at the shame and degradation she was being subjected to. She wondered if anything could ever be more depraved than what she was doing now, but she sucked even more greedily at Tim's pulsing penis, swirling her tongue again and again around its hot, slender length. Then she felt his finger begin to tease at the tiny bud of her clitoris, coaxing it to quick rigidity so it quivered with need beneath his obscenely stroking fingers to send new thrills of delight streaking through her lustfully excited body.
Now completely lost in her passion, Jo swayed wildly on the car seat, her buttocks quivering, her whole body moving as her face met the lunging boy's cock plunging up into her mouth. She felt his fingers tease more eagerly at the small, lust-wet opening between her thighs, parting the lips as they began to ease up into her sensitive cuntal orifice and match her sucking movements with a deep sawing in and out between the clasping hair-lined lips.
She squirmed back and forth on his invading finger as the flames in her loins burned hotter. Her whole body ached and tingled with desire, her blood seethed and boiled as the young boy's response to her continued masochistic sucking further increased. And she began to long for the imminent moment when the manipulations of her mouth on his' cock would become more than he could resist, when the dam on his desire would break and he would lose the last remnants of control, and his hot adolescent come would spurt forth to fulfill her most depraved and secret longings.
The lewdly undulating mouth sucked voraciously, wantonly, oblivious to all else except the cock that filled it. Her own warm vaginal secretions were beginning to seep down around her lover's rapidly pistoning finger as she approached her own inevitable climax. She increased the gyrations of her lurching buttocks, working back and forth on the boy's violating finger until she knew she could not contain her joy, knew she would have an orgasm within seconds.
And with that realization, Jo encircled her lips even more tightly around Tim's throbbing young cock-shaft. Then she felt a ripple of sheer ecstasy shoot through his body. He groaned, thrusting deeper and harder into her surrendered mouth, his whole body trembling and jerking wildly. And then, not two seconds later, she tasted the first hot, thick droplets of his come shooting into her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, gobbling down every drop of his precious sperm.
At the same time, the teenager fucked into her cunt with his finger, displaying an expertise that belied his years, spearing deeper and deeper inside her clasping cuntal passage to-send new waves of excitement rolling across her completely submissive and subjugated flesh, shattering and racking her as she drifted in a state of final consuming oblivion.
Together the two of them rose to heights of ecstasy neither had ever known alone. There was a long final shudder of joy rippling through them back and forth from one to the other before they subsided in exhausted pleasure, and Jo heard Tim's deep satisfied sigh echoed by a deep sigh of her own.
She let his penis slip from her mouth and straightened up, gazing still deliriously out at the moonlight dancing on the lake. It was some time later when she found the presence of mind to pull down her skirt. Then she started the car and pulled back onto the lakeside road, by which they eventually reached the freeway which took them to the southern edge of town where Tim lived. At his suggestion, she stopped a block from his house and let him off after a brief but passionate good-night kiss. Too satisfied and happy to bother feeling ashamed, Jo drove back to her apartment and parked outside.
It was a long time before she went on into the apartment and slept
The days that followed dragged by. She kept telling herself that she would get over her obsession for Tim, but the lust remained, regardless. Her wanton sucking of Tim's cock had proved the catalyst to a profound transformation of the young boy's character. She could see in his bearing an increased confidence. With a twinge of jealousy, she watched him occasionally when she could spy on him. He was flirting with girls now. He seemed more natural in the presence of the other boys around.
It was on Wednesday that the telephone finally rang. "Hello, Miss Daniels. I was thinking ... I might stop by your apartment tonight."
Jo smiled to herself. "Yes, Tim. I'd like to ... see you."
"I'll come around after work."
"Ill be waiting."
The waiting that night was almost unbearable Jo sat on the couch and nursed a whiskey watching the minutes tick away on the clock. She finished the first whiskey, then went to the kitchen for another. Eight came and passed Then eight-thirty. Any minute now, she thought. But it was five minutes after nine before the doorbell finally rang and she got up and hurried to answer it, looking warmly down at the young boy as he came past her through the foyer and into the living room.
They faced each other in the center of the floor. The youth's eyes wandered unreservedly over her body as outlined in her tight-fitting blouse and skirt. Then Tim stood on his tiptoes reaching up to seize her shoulders, his nails digging almost painfully into her flesh through the cotton material. He pulled her aggressively to him, crashing her breasts against his chest, letting his hands rove down her back to squeeze and fondle the tightly rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
Already the slender blonde was trembling with uncontrollable lust, responding eagerly to the teenager's pawing hands, reveling in the rising of her perverted pleasure. Hungrily she lowered her face and pressed her lips to his, her tongue darting between his teeth to eagerly explore his mouth. Then, drawing back, she glanced down and saw the already rigidly looming hardness bulging up in his trousers and her hand moved swiftly down to find his throbbing cock. She stroked it forcibly, lewdly and sensuously, feeling it grow even larger and harder beneath her caress. A wild excitement flowing uncontained through her body, she unzipped his fly and inserted her hand in his trousers, taking his rigid erection in her fingers, squeezing and tugging at it and raking her nails up and down so hard the young boy gasped aloud.
Jo was really breathing heavily now, already longing for the moment when Tim would begin to undress her, unbutton her blouse and reach his hand beneath her white blouse, slip it into the skimpy cups of the lacy brassiere she wore to knead and fondle her soft white breasts, to tease and coax her nipples into hard throbbing buds of desire. But just as she thought he was about to do this, he pulled suddenly from her, looking a her in a way she'd never seen before during the times they'd been together.
"You're really hot tonight, aren't you, Miss Daniels?"
Jo stared at her young lover in shame and anger. What had come over him she wondered Then she smiled, moistening her lips, and nodded. If Tim wanted to be aggressive tonight that was in a sense what she'd been waiting for the last several days. She took it as a sign of progress on his part, of development, and she secretly gave herself the credit for the change to last week's lewd episode when she'd humbled herself to suck his cock until he'd ejaculated his hot load of sperm in her mouth.
"Yes, Tim. I'm really . . . excited for you tonight."
"I call it hot" Tim said.
An image, a warning light, flashed in Jo's mind. She put it out and nodded seductively "All right, Tim. I'm hot."
"What do you want to do?"
"I want to make love to you."
"Make love?" Tim asked, staring lewdly down where her skirt fell against the "vee" between her thighs.
A little shiver coursed through Jo's body. She knew what Tim wanted her to do. He wanted her to humiliate and debase herself before him. But the very idea of it only further excited her, and after everything else she'd already submitted to, she couldn't see what would be the harm.
"All right, Tim," she said in a lusty surrender. "I want you to fuck me, ravish me, despoil ... despoil my naked flesh."
Tim grinned. "All right. Go in the bedroom and strip. I'll be there in a minute."
"But I want... I want you to undress me," Jo purred, happy to play the young boy's game.
"Some other time," Tim said flippantly. "Now go do what I told you. Get on your bed and put your ass on a pillow."
Astonished,' unable to imagine where the inexperienced teenager had even gotten such an idea, Jo turned and walked slowly toward her bedroom, looking back over her shoulder at the still erectly exposed penis looming up obscenely from the open fly of Tim's trousers.
She went through the door, pushing it shut behind her though not bothering to slam it. Now she was going out of her mind with the anticipation of really being fucked by the youngster, genuinely taken, violated, used, and her stomach was churning with excitement as she quickly stripped off her blouse and reached behind her back to unsnap her brassiere and completely free her straining breasts. She tossed both garments onto a chair near the foot of the bed, then hesitated, quivering, her full round breasts throbbing and swelling at their contact with the air.
Then she started as she heard Tim's voice and realized he was watching her through the crack in the door. "Take off the rest, too. Drop your skirt. And the panties. I want to see you completely naked." He pushed the door open wide and stood framed in it, glaring at her.
The trembling Jo hurried and shed her skirt, then hesitated but a moment longer, relishing her own passionate and masochistic response to the lewd command, before slipping her fingers into the tight elastic waistband and working the panties down off the golden hair of her pubis with a sexy little wriggling movement of her buttocks. Then she slid them down her thighs, stopping awkwardly to do so, stepped out of them and stood completely naked and vulnerable before the young boy. Cringing with delighted shame, she awaited his next command. But his eyes had spent a long time roving up and down every contoured inch of the front of her body before he ordered, "Okay, turn around and let's see your ass."
Jo shivered almost fearfully. Now he was going too far. Yet she welcomed the indignities her arrogant young lover was heaping on her and, feeling his eyes bore into her, feeling them almost like hands roving over and mauling her body, she turned her back to him, showing him her naked ass-cheeks and the forbidden little crevice running down between them. And now, in a wild flight of fantasy, she could almost feel his eyes stroking at the tiny, puckered circle of her anus.
At last the degrading inspection was over. "All right," Tim said. "Now get on the bed."
Shaking with relief, Jo stepped to the edge of it. She hesitated, looking with narrow eyes back at the fully clothed youngster, then she retrieved a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it squarely in the center. She got onto the bed, lowering her naked buttocks to the pillow, reclining on her back and spreading her thighs so that her helpless little pussy was pushed up in the air in total vulnerability. As an innovation of her own she reached up with both her arms spread wide apart to seize the brass bars of the bedstead and completely arch and part -her defenseless, high-set breasts. She closed her eyes, sighting deeply, and when she opened them again she saw that Tim was stripping off his clothes. A moment later, completely naked, he got onto the bed and knelt between her parted thighs.
"Now tell me again," he said, leering down at her. "What do you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," she purred. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!"
The young student reached down to cup the two peaks of her breasts in both his hands, squeezing and kneading them so brutally that Jo whimpered with mingled pain and masochistic pleasure, a pleasure so intense she hardly even dared to imagine it. Then she brought one of her arms down from the bedstead, placing her hand on the back of Tim's head and forcing his face down to the two parted, quivering mounds in an act of aggression of her own, at the same time arching her breasts to thrust the nipple into his mouth. Then again she extended her arm above her head, little quivers darting over her flesh is he sucked and bit at her nipple so furiously that she cried out aloud. A whimper of frustration rose in her throat as he raised his head again, staring at her with wild eyes. She could hardly believe it as the boy slid downward on the bed, his tongue trailing a searing path of fire over the warm skin of her stomach, licking down into her softly curling cunt-hair as he lowered his face between her thighs and right over her pussy. The position of her buttocks on the pillow, and the wide-extending thighs, served to part the pink moist lips slightly, and it was almost more than Jo could bear when she felt his warm breath blowing softly through her hair that fringed them.
Oh my God, she thought, staring down at the boy with disbelief. This was too wonderful to be true. This was the fulfillment of her wildest and most desperate fantasy.
"Oh yes!" Jo cried out, unable to contain herself any longer. "Eat me, Tim. Do it. Eat my pussy!"
The boy leered up at her between the voluptuous mounds of her breasts. He grinned. "Beg me."
"I am begging," Jo sobbed. "I am begging. Do you want me to get off the bed and crawl on my hands and knees? Do you want me to kiss your feet? Just tell me what you want. Anything!"
"I just want you to make a promise. Promise me that tonight, after I eat you out, you'll do anything I tell you to."
Jo experienced a flash of sobriety, rationality. "What?" she gasped, looking at the boy suspiciously. Then she closed her eyes, her buttocks jerking spontaneously as he leaned lower and again breathed between the hair-lined lips of her cunt. "All right!" she gasped. "I promise. I promise I'll do anything you ask if you'll just go ahead and eat my cunt. I can't stand it. I can't stand this waiting any longer!"
Without further hesitation or ado, Tim plunged. He placed his hands on the moistly throbbing edges of her lust-crazed pussy lips. With his elbows he levered her thighs out until they were spread apart to completely expose the narrow vaginal furrow and even the small quivering bud of her clitoris. Lizardlike, his tongue flicked out, trailing slowly along the slit, up and down in the hair and warmth and moisture, worming gradually inward, up between the hotly pulsating walls of Jo's vagina.
The delirious blonde sobbed, basking in the ecstasy of a dream come true, gasping with her building sexual hunger at this maddening titillation of her secret genitals. This was the end of everything. This could have been the end of her life and if she died remembering it, she wouldn't have cared. Nor did she care, but briefly, as she heard the jangling of the telephone on the night stand beside the bed. Without even opening her eyes, she reached over and lifted the receiver before even the first ring was ended. She dropped it back into the cradle to break the connection then lifted it again and let it fall from her hand to dangle by the chord off the night stand and onto the floor.
"Ohhhh, Tim," she moaned.
Then she scissored her thighs suddenly tight around Tim's ears, holding and smothering him between them, squeezing his face tighter and tighter into her upthrust cunt, bucking her hips in violent contortions off the pillow. His tongue wormed further and further up into her salivating pussy as if it were trying futilely to lick at the little nub of her cervix deep within. She moaned in an impassioned, distant-sounding voice as the boy grunted over her loins, his tongue slipping in and out of the clasping vaginal walls, rutting with his nose against the tenderly pulsing bud of her clitoris to urge it to even more desperate hardness.
Then again she spread her thighs wide apart, basking for a last fleeting moment in this most perverted joy she'd ever experienced, before she realized she couldn't stand it another second.
"That's enough, Tim. I can't take anymore. I want your cock. I want to be fucked by your cock in my pussy! Oh God!"
Tim lingered just long enough to flick his tongue out one last time against Miss Daniel's erectly quivering clitoris, then raised his head and began to inch his body toward her, the lewdly flowing juices of her pussy dripping obscenely from his mouth and cheeks down into the nakedly proffered mounds of her breasts. She shuddered as she felt the pressure of his blood-swelled cock poised hotly against her vagina. Then he began to twitch his buttocks frenziedly so the glistening tip of his penis prodded in little tentative, rapid jerks at the small tight entrance of her vulnerable loins.
Jo felt the exquisite and almost unbearable need Tim had awakened in her increase at the rapid jerking of the rigid cock-flesh against her soft cuntal hair and tingling lips of her pussy. Then, when she thought she could stand the waiting no longer, he shoved forward with greater urgency to intensify the maddening pressure. There was a faint stab of pleasing pain, a moment's resistance, then the excited cunt-lips slickly parted and the youngster's aching hardness shoved slowly up into the welcoming depths of her already orally ravished pussy.
Jo groaned with renewed excitement, with a lewd anticipation she had never imagined possible. The young boy probed deeper and harder into the narrow channel of her cuntal depths, ' stretching and widening it until she was gloriously filled. Her face was bathed in perspiration and an even more shattering delight floated through her body as she felt him reach down with both his hands to seize the two tautly clenched mounds of her buttocks and jerk them upward from the pillow on which they rested. Then she moaned as he pulled the two cheeks apart, and even as he began sawing into her vagina with his cock he started to probe down between the naked ass-cheeks with his finger, searching out the most sensitive and forbidden little hole of her puckered anus.
The curious youngster poked cautiously at the tiny tight entrance, reaching across the separating membrane to spread a few droplets of her oozing vaginal secretions over it before he probed again, now harder, and with a surprising little pop, found his finger embedded to the first joint right up into the hopelessly clenching nether hole.
Jo gasped with pain from the sudden unanticipated intrusion as the tight little ring of her anal flesh gave way. Then she lunged her buttocks up from the pillow in spontaneous retreat from the devastating sensation as she felt the finger worming relentlessly deeper, quelling all her futile resistance until it was buried to the joint and seemed to completely fill her all the way to the most sensitive and sacred depths of her rectum.
For a moment she quivered, her buttocks still held completely up off the pillow. Then miraculously the pain began to subside, and partly in exhaustion and partly in perverse curiosity she screwed her buttocks back downward against the. lewdly invading finger. The teenager's thinly haired pubis struck her own with a punishing downward thrust of his hips that drove his swollen cock far into her hungry vagina and sent wave after wave of pure licentious pleasure to course through her trembling loins in contrast with the continued rectal discomfort.
Then, as his finger and his lust-engorged penis began to move in unison, Jo completely forgot the pain, beginning to thrash and buck beneath the teenager in wanton delight, screwing her buttocks down on this humiliating impalement as if she longed to have him thrust his finger even deeper.
Now every nerve of the blond girl's body seemed to tingle and burn as Tim quickened and intensified his thrusts, spearing in and out of her obscenely skewered orifices with all the force of his youth, his tight little sac of testicles slapping between the widespread half-moons of her buttocks and against the sensitive membrane that separated the two simultaneously violated openings. She felt the warm vaginal moisture seeping down from her obscene cunt onto her straining buttocks, felt reality slipping from her grasp, her consciousness heightening as if in surreal visions as the first vague warnings of the oncoming storm of her orgasm appeared. She moaned ecstatically, beyond all thought and reason now. conscious of nothing but the primeval, dreamlike lust that permeated every wicked cell of her thrashing body. And, in her consuming gratitude, she thrust her face down, craning her neck to cover her parted lips over Tim's mouth, shocked and even more perversely enraptured by the taste of her own cuntal lubricant on his breath and mixed with his saliva.
Tim exerted all the control he could manage, spurred to greater heights of accomplishment by the knowledge of the presence of the two boys he'd let into the other room while Miss Daniels was undressing, knowing that even now they were listening to the squeaking of the bedsprings, the gasps and moans, the lewd panting and the slapping of sweating flesh against sweating flesh-knowing this was his chance to prove his masculinity and prowess once and for all to both of them.
But he knew he couldn't hold off forever, it felt too good and already he could feel the orgasm begin to strain and surge up into the canal of his rigidly throbbing, lustfully burning cock-shaft.
"Look out, Miss Daniels," he croaked, jerking his lips away from hers. "Here it comes!"
Jo was too far gone to say anything, to even utter a sound. She was too obsessed with her own building climax to respond with but the basest of answers. "Oh yes," she finally managed, "Fuck me, Tim! Fuck me as hard as you can."
Tim didn't wait a moment longer. With a mighty, violent lunge, he slammed into her spasming cunt, releasing all his controls as the come welled up from his balls, shoved and surged its way up the length of his pistoning cock and out of the opening of the little glans at the tip. It spurted forth in a great torrent of heat and slickness to fill the warm, greedy passage of Jo's pussy, lubricating it more, to even further facilitate his continued inward thrusts. With an animal-like moan he ejaculated all the way up into her hotly sucking vaginal depths, far up into her quivering belly. His cock jerked and twitched in last fantastic frenzies as he felt her echo his release with her own completely abandoned response.
"Oh shoot it off, you bitch!" Jo shouted at herself in the utter confusion of her consuming madness, feeling her orgasm begin even as she said the words to herself. It came sweeping like fire up from her ankles and down from the pineal gland in the back of her head. It was lightning striking the two buds of nipple that peaked her breasts, and her body was the ground, absorbing all the devastating and destructive current of an angry universe. It raged through her loins and rectum and anus, grinding momentarily brilliant focus in the lewd finger-fucking that continued beyond her sphincter and the most basic limits of human decency. It was a devastating, resounding thing, a blast of deafening music that went on and on in her ears and only faded gradually with the exhausted collapse of her buttocks crushing Tim's hand back down into the now obscenely soiled pillow on which she'd been propped.
She tightened her hands on the bars of the bedstead, stretching her whole nakedly sated body, again craning her neck to smother kisses of gratitude on the youngster's perspiring face. She closed her eyes, sighing.
The creaking of the door was a meaningless sound in her ears. Her eyes were lazily closed now. Her arms had moved slowly downward to entwine tightly about Tim's back, holding him to her in love and obedient gratitude. It was only his stirring, combined with a gasp that sounded as distant as the door, that caused her to open her eyes and turn her head to look. And she could hardly believe, not merely begin to comprehend, the sight that greeted her.
There were two more boys in the room, and even as Jo gawked at them in total confusion they both began to hurriedly shimmy out of their clothes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jo's entire naked body stiffened beneath the boy lying on top of her. She opened her mouth, staring in shock and shame at the two leering youngsters stripping off their shirts and trousers. A wanton stab of frustration coursed through her loins as Tim suddenly withdrew and rolled off her. The ravished woman's first impulse was to reach out and try to pull him back. Then the truth dawned on her like a ton of bricks.
"You told?" she gasped. "You told about what had happened between us?"
Tim looked back over his shoulder. He looked somewhat helpless now, almost as if he were a little bit sorry.
"You told! Oh Tim. I could kill you." He held his eyes on her for a moment longer, then he looked away as she felt the tears well into her own eyes and turned again to stare at the two more muscular and mature-looking boys standing in her room in their jockey shorts, which were both already tented with obscene erections.
"What did you expect, Miss Daniels?" Mike Dale, the oldest of the two, said in a voice that was incongruously tender compared to his almost brutish, though not unattractive appearance "Most of the guys at school are fingering their neighbor's sister by the time they're old enough to hear rumors about the facts of fife. And until he came to your apartment that first night, Tim hadn't ever even seen a woman's ... pussy. Most of the guys thought he might even be a little queer. But after tonight he won't have to worry about that anymore."
Jo blinked. She looked again at Tim, who had gotten up from the edge of the bed and was pulling on his own jockey shorts. Then she returned her attention to Mike and his companion, Steve Peters.
"I... I know I made a mistake with Tim. But I'm not like this. I'm not really. And if you think you can come here like this and... and..."
"And what, Miss Daniels?" Steve asked.
In a sudden motion Jo reached over and pulled at the bedspread to tug it in a fold over her exposed body. "If you think you can come and . . . rape me . . . then you've got another think coming."
"I don't think we have to rape you, Miss Daniels," Mike said: "The fact that we're here is enough. We've seen everything."
"And we don't wanna hurt you anyway," Steve put in. "We just want our share of the fun, too. Hell, we're here because we like you. That's really why we came."
"Besides that, you promised," Tim said.
"Promised what?" Jo gasped, looking back at the young boy she'd once been so fond of.
"You promised you'd do anything I told you tonight if I ate your pussy." He wiped his lips. "And I ate it. Now it's your turn, and I'm telling you I want you to let Mike and Steve fuck you."
"But, Tim. You've betrayed me. And why? Why would you want to let them do it to me when you could have me for yourself?"
"Because I... I..." Tim's voice faltered and trailed off.
"Let me explain," Mike said. "First of all, nobody but you and us three boys are ever gonna know what's happening here. Me and Steve, we get plenty all the time. We don't have to impress anybody. But Tim, he was in bad shape. Now we're telling the other kids that Tim's getting ... cunt. We just don't tell who. We even tell that he's fixing us up with some, too."
It was all too crazy, Jo thought. But she knew she shouldn't have expected it to be any different.
She'd been so naive, so hopelessly naive, to even dream that a boy in Tim's position could keep it a secret that he'd been fucking a grown woman. And she had promised. In a way, now that she sort of understood what was going on, she felt she owed it to Tim to keep the bargain she had made with him. Because he had eaten her. He'd eaten her as she'd never been eaten by anybody but Mario, and that was something she never could thank him enough for.
Then she started, feeling a surprisingly gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder above the bedspread that only partially served to cover her prone body. She turned her head and looked up to see Mike standing over her, looking down at her tenderly. "Come on, Miss Daniels," he said in a soft voice. "You can see why it's got to be this way, can't you?"
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, I guess so."
His hand still lightly touching her, Mike settled down onto the edge of the bed, and it was only then that she saw he'd taken off his jockey shorts while she wasn't looking. Now he was completely naked, the hard, pulling shaft of his exposed cock looming up almost twice the thickness of Tim's from his loins.
Then gently he pushed the cover off her, again completely exposing her voluptuously naked body. His hand moved with light expertise down her shoulder, down to the fully inviting swell of one of her breasts. Then he stretched out, reclining on his back beside her, rolling over to lean toward her as his finger began to tease and tweak at one of her now soft little nipples, causing it to almost instantly swell to renewed rigidity. She realized with a twinge of unwanted anticipation that this was by no means a mere child as far as experience with women went. He was comforting her; she was grateful for his tenderness, for his nearness, for the little currents of electric delight coursing in pulsing rhythm out from the bud of her nipple.
The idea of being defiled again, not just once but twice more, caused a new and even more disturbing wave of depraved thrills to course through Jo's already ravished loins. Her breasts throbbed and it seemed that every nerve in her body tingled with a new charge of rousing excitement. She liked what Mike was doing to her. In spite of everything she wanted him to go on, she wanted him almost as much as she'd previously wanted Tim, and she let her body relax in open surrender, quivering softly as the hulking youngster trailed his fingers over her breasts and her tingling little nipples. Again he took one of them between his forefinger and thumb, rolling them so tightly she jerked. But seeing no objection, he continued, increasing the painfully tantalizing pressure until it seemed all the raging fire that had consumed her loins and body would soon be rekindled. And as he leaned and kissed her lips and trailed his tongue over the lobe of her ear and down the sensitive skin of her neck, the fire in her loins spread, sweeping out over her flesh, to the tips of her toes, to the tips of her fingers, and down her thighs and legs, shooting through her veins.
Within moments Jo's need for this second young boy had become unbearable and she wondered distantly if she were not a nymphomaniac. She groaned, moaned, in her mingled shame and surrender, crying out unintelligible little pleadings, invitations for him to take her. She closed her eyes, undulating her hips softly as she felt caresses move lower over her belly and down into the still moistly curling hair between her thighs. She felt a tongue lick softly over her navel, darting teasingly into it to cause her to whimper aloud. Then, realizing that the teasing of her breasts still had not ceased, Jo opened her eyes and discovered that Mike had been joined by his friend Steve. Both of them were feeling her up, preparing her simultaneously. And after a moment's confusion she thought she understood.
Not only would they prepare her simultaneously, they would take her simultaneously. Both boys together, fucking her at the same time, incredible as it seemed, exploiting both her available orifices for their obscene use.
Yet in her aroused present state of delirious excitement, even that seemed only fitting to Jo. She thought about it, visualized it, and realized that she actually wanted it. And once she'd gotten the idea in her head, she realized that nothing less than that would satisfy her. She did want them both at the same time. And she reached out with both her hands, touching them, a hand for each of them to signal her willingness. Steve raised his head just enough to gaze over her breasts. She saw in his face that he understood. She turned, narrow-eyed, to Mike. He did too. They'd probably even planned it this way.
Now Jo closed her eyes. She didn't want to look anymore. She didn't care to see which boy was doing what to her. She just wanted to feel, to experience. Anything and everything they might have in store for her!
And it began. Something hard and firm and warm brushed against her mouth. Even without opening her eyes, she knew what it was, a big, thick hard-throbbing male cock that belonged to one of the boys, probably Mike, though she was the last person to worry about that distinction now. All that mattered to her were the qualities, the blood-swollen head, the iron-rigid shaft, the little drop of fluid she tasted in the glans as she flicked out her tongue.
Then, hearing the boy groan in response to that lewd familiarity, Jo willingly ovalled her lips, parting them around the shaft as the young rod of flesh sank deep within the heated wetness of her mouth. Oh God, she thought. It was so good, lying here like this, not worrying, not caring, sucking this thick hard cock and feeling a second penis beginning already to slither up her inner thighs as the other boy positioned himself over her.
Still not opening her eyes Jo reached up with her hand to claw softly at Steve's back, urging him to lower his body on hers, the unrestrained invitation she displayed serving only to intensify that teenager's flaming passions. Her buttocks jerked and a gasp rose in her throat as she felt the hard young cock-head of that boy's penis come at last into contact with her still slickly moistened cuntal opening, pressing hard against the vaginal lips that were still soaked and dripping with her own love juices and Tim's warm wet semen. She parted her legs wider as Steve probed gently, and as she felt his hand move down to stroke along the quivering length of her lustfully lubricated cuntal slit to find searing contact with the quivering bud of her clitoris, she responded by sucking even harder and more voraciously at the cock which filled her mouth.
Already Jo was beyond all reason, aware of nothing but the depraved ecstasy of the moment, of her utter and exquisite degradation at the hands of these loving boys. Now she realized as never before why it was she who always desired young boys. Idly, she wondered if there even existed a limit to the depravity to which she would submit, to her own inner evil. But the thought drifted away. Besides, she didn't care anymore. It was time she discovered what she really was and learned to live with the truth to the best of her abilities. And nothing was of real importance but what was happening now, the wild, uninhibited joy of being ravished by the two young boys at the same time.
The lust-inspired woman arched her buttocks upward in a rhythmic undulating motion, feeling the pressure of Steve's cock increase against the sensitive opening of her cunt. Then the last of the resistance gave way completely and the rigid shaft of flesh skewered slowly and relentlessly up into the deep, tight vaginal passage until she was impaled to the hilt with teenage cock-flesh. As the boy began to move, she lifted her legs up off the bed and locked her ankles high above his bucking hips. His hands roved eagerly over her body as he began to fuck her in earnest, leaving trails of burning excitement behind them on her tingling skin. And all the while, Jo kept on with her sucking.
She gurgled deep in her throat; her cheeks expanded and contracted around the other plunging cock-shaft. She worked her head back and forth, burying her nose in the thick tangle of Mike's pubic hair, synchronizing her motions into a perfect complementary rhythm to the continued plunging of Steve's penis into her surrendered loins. Then her pleasure was only further increased and a sheer moan of joy escaped around the hardness that filled Jo's mouth as Steve dropped his face to her breasts and began to suck and nibble at one of the throbbing pink nipples.
Still concentrating on her hungry sucking of Mike's cock, Jo was able nonetheless to pull Steve's head even more snugly to her breasts, tangling her fingers in his hair, arching her shoulders to force her urgently responding nipple even deeper into his mouth. Sensing her need and the pleasure she derived from this, the young boy fastened his teeth tightly over the small, erect bud, biting down on it so hard a muffled whimper issued from Jo's throat even as Mike continued to fuck ruthlessly into her ovalled mouth. And as the youngster shifted to the nipple of the other breast to suck at it even more greedily, his cheeks hollowed and expanded just as Jo's mouth did around the pulsating cock that filled it, just as her pussy clasped tightly around the cock of Steve's penis to hold it deep up in her loins.
Now it was Mike's turn for a display of affection toward Jo. He slid forward on the bed, running his hands into her hair, pulling her face so tightly against his hairy loins that she could hardly breathe and shoving the lust-engorged hardness of his penis so deep into her throat she thought she would choke.
All the lewd excitement that had coursed through her previously had been regenerated in Jo's lustfully thrashing body, and she knew it was only a matter of time until she exploded in even wilder orgasm. She clenched her eyes tightly closed, still bobbing her head in a frenzied motion, undulating and gyrating her buttocks in wanton abandon in a desperate effort to bring the two boys to climax at the same time as herself. She wanted to give them all the joy they were giving her. She wanted the entire trio to come in unison, in a final display of togetherness that would bond them forever. And as she strained and struggled, she became aware somewhere, far in the back of her mind, of the presence, forgotten for a moment, of another boy in the room.
Tim must feel completely left out now.
The thought of him brought Jo back to the present for the briefest fleeting instant. It was Tim who was responsible for what was happening to her right now. If he hadn't talked to the other boys, she was sure they would never have had enough imagination to make a pass at her on their own. Nor would she have had the presence of mind to submit. And she realized that, angry as she'd been with him before, it was still Tim to whom she really owed her "thanks. And in the desperate delirium in which she wallowed, Jo searched desperately for some way in which Tim could also be made a part of the action.
There was only one thing she could think of, and though the idea was less than perfect, though it would hurt her, though it would constitute a greater humiliation than anything she'd previously suffered at the hands of the boys, Jo did not think she had any choice but to employ it.
Giving a last voracious suck on Mike's swelling penis, Jo squirmed her head free of his strong grip and drew back, letting his penis slip from her mouth. Then she raised her head up, trying to peer past him so she could see the rest of the room.
"But, Miss Daniels," the boy croaked. "I haven't finished. I wanted to shoot my load in your mouth like Tim said he did."
The poor dears, Jo thought. All three of them. Tim had even told them about that, and now Mike just had to enjoy the same sadistic conquest. She turned her head and looked up at him and smiled.
"You can, Mike. I'll finish sucking you in just a minute and I promise you can shoot off in my mouth." In spite of, or perhaps because of the sheer absurdity of her situation, Jo almost laughed. "We're all going to come together. You. Me. Steve." Again she strained her neck to peer past the boy's broad, muscular torso. What she saw confirmed what she had feared.
Tim was sitting in the straight-backed chair with his hands cupping his chin, his elbows braced against his knees. He looked forlorn as a Little League baseball player doomed to perpetually warm the bench. He still wore nothing but his jockey-shorts, and that near nudity, not to mention the full stiff erection of his penis looming up inside them, was completely incongruous with the look on his face.
"We're all going to come," Jo repeated, emphasizing the word "all" so that Tim jerked his face sharply toward her, staring at her in confusion. Jo nodded, managing a warm, almost motherly look even in her state of frenzy, maintained by Steve's continued, obscene ravishment of her loins and breasts.
"That's right, Tim," she purred softly. "You too. I want you to come over and finger-fuck me in my ass and I'll make you shoot off with my hand along with the rest of us. How's that?"
"Hey," Tim said brightly, "Sounds okay." He walked over to where the trio were going after it When he got there, he paused, as if in thought "No," he said. "I'll wait."
A couple of minutes later it was over. "Oh shit! Oh! Oh shit," Mike was yelling.
Steve was just grunting, "Mmmmm. Mnnnn!"
As soon as the two boys were off her, Tim grabbed her.
"Tim," she gasped, "what are you doing?"
"What the hell do you think I'm doing, after watching that? I'm getting ready to fuck you."
He caught her before she had time to roll over, pinioning her there on her belly and planting a hot, hungry kiss on the back of her neck, biting the tender skin until she cried out. He turned her head so far to the side it almost broke her neck and kissed her ruthlessly on the lips. Then, as she continued to squirm and sob beneath him, he shoved her thighs apart and dropped his loins on the softly inviting cushion of her defenseless ass-cheeks, prodding instantly up into the semen-moistened crack with the lustfully throbbing shaft of his blood-hardened cock.
Then she stiffened beneath him, her face suddenly paling. "Tim?" she gasped. "Tim? Tim? What are you doing?"
"You've got one hole left."
"Oh my God!" Jo sobbed, trying futilely to clench her buttocks together. "Don't Tim. Not like that! I've never had it there!"
"That's what I figured. And I want to get you there once before I go."
Then Tim seized his hard, pulsing cock and guided the bulbous head straight down to the already slickly moistened, frenziedly puckering little hole.
"Oh God, Tim!" Jo wailed. "You're hurting me. I can't stand it."
Tim might as well have been deaf. He drew his finger down the narrow furrow between he quivering buttocks, pausing to tease at the tight little hole before grunting under his breath, "Just relax. You'll like it once you get used to it."
Again Jo sobbed, shaking her head. But she no longer tried to resist her teenaged lover as he pushed her legs out wider apart on the bed. Her fear and the sheer perversity of the situation prompted a strange renewed excitement to begin to churn in her loins and along the little membrane that separated the two genital orifices. Tearfully she glanced back over her shoulder and observed Tim's rigidly throbbing cock aimed right between her upthrust buttocks. She shuddered, realizing for the first time in days how truly large his penis was, certain she could never actually take it in her tight rectal passage. He would kill her! The boy she loved so would kill her with his cock if he tried to enter her there. Then a more desperate moan escaped her lips as she realized that if he chose to do so, she would let him. She couldn't refuse him anything, not even her own life.
Letting her head sink forward, muffling her sobs as a forbidden thrill coursed through her entire naked body at the realization of what she was actually doing, Jo waited without further protest beneath Tim. A shudder racked her body as he probed into the tight little hole with his middle finger, followed by a moan that sounded almost like protest as he withdrew it just as quickly. Then she trembled as she felt the thick hard head of his penis replace his finger at the entrance to her little forbidden orifice, probing in the same area as his finger had a moment before.
She sucked in her breath, hardly able to bear the waiting; then she was blinded by the sudden searing pain as he lunged forward, as the tightly clenched little ring clung together in futile objection to this further obscene invasion. And then, just as the first time when she'd beer fucked in the anus by a finger, the little ring gave way, popping open as the huge blunt head or Tim's cock lunged up into the tight straight passage.
Jo bit her lips in agony as the shattering penetration continued until Tim's penis was buried a last to the hilt in her rectum. He lay still upon her, giving her time to adjust to the new sensation, then gradually began to move, sawing slowly and cautiously in and out of the tightly clenching anal lips and the caressing rectal walls skewering lewdly into her, his devastating hardness pushing aside all resistance that remained in the resiliently rubbery flesh. At last Jo began to feel the hard rhythmic smacking of his loins against her upturned ass-cheeks.
The boy's ravished sex partner buried her face in the covers of the bed as the wild stabs of pain and masochistic erotic pleasure darted out from her rectum, searing and coursing gradually over her whole naked body. As the harsh waves of illicit desire surged and swelled, her sobs of agony evolved gradually to lewd mewls of pleasure and surrender, and she began to welcome more and more of the sweet raw sensation, relishing every merciless thrust, every lunge into the tightly quivering little opening.
"Yes, Timmy! Yes, Timmmmmmy!" she murmured, now beginning to arch back against him, to undulate and wave her white ass-cheeks before his loins.
As if in answer to her submissive moans, Jo's lover slid one hand down beneath her pelvis and back between her thighs and with his outstretched middle finger he found the hard little button of her clitoris. He began to stroke it slowly and softly, then increased both the pressure and the speed of his movements until Jo was sobbing aloud in her wanton and perverted passion, aware of nothing but her erotic ecstasy, surrendering totally to bis obscene assault on her buttocks.
As she lay impaled beneath his thrashing cock, Jo's head moved from side to side as he started fucking harder. She rocked her buttocks violently back against him, thrusting them upward to meet his every racking lunge as his penis disappeared deep into her rectum.
Jo was excited almost beyond endurance now, and her excitement was contagious. Tim basked in final triumph behind her, lunging forward harder and harder, shoving his cock into the narrowly constricted anal passage in time with the now frenzied burrowing of his middle finger up into her pussy.
And that was all it took. A few moments later the last of Jo's resistance faded and spasms of electric fulfillment possessed her body as the separate sensations in her two violated orifices became separate no longer; irrefutably merged and confused, they were one.
"Oh Tim" she cried. "Tim! I'm coming! God, it's so good!"
"Right onnnnn!" Tim yelled out.
Plunging deep up into the warm, forbidden passage, Tim felt the last of his own not insubstantial control deserting him. He groaned his own gloating ecstasy as his warm thick semen burst from the lust-bloated balls to fill Jo's lewdly violated anal depths. He bucked and hunched without mercy above her, his groans swelling into uncontrollably wild passion. Finally he'd achieved the thing he'd wanted. He had fucked Miss Daniels in the ass. He had truly and completely and totally subjugated her and he knew that no matter how many young boys or how many men she might fuck in the future or might have fucked in the past, this was one act that couldn't be taken away from him, one deed that could never be erased from the record.
Then, feeling her sag beneath him, Tim collapsed over Jo's prostrate form, drained and spent, still enthralled in the climactic ecstasy of his accomplishment.
CHAPTER FIVE
When the boys had left Jo showered and lay across her bed, not bothering to put any clothes on. When she was in the nude she felt freer somehow. Her mind was troubled, though. Now that the word was out she knew other boys would join in the group. But what if their parents found out? The thought caused her concern. Perhaps she ought to get out of this place. There was nothing holding her anyway.
Making a decision, she got up, dressed and packed. None of the furnishings in the apartment belonged to her anyway. For the next few hours she loaded her suitcases and the one trunk she had into the back seat of her car.
She made a stop by her office and had it cleaned out in less time than it took her to clean out her apartment. Her one last chore was to type a note and leave it on the doctor's desk. He would understand, she hoped.
When she got back into her car, she started driving. A day later she was 300 miles away and the distance made her feel safer. While she was sitting in a roadside cafe she saw a bus drive by full of young boys.
When the waitress brought her a refill on her coffee Jo asked, "That bus-the one that just went by-is there a private school near here?"
"Yes ma'am. There's a school for rich kids over on the other side of the lake. None of the kids ever come in here though. They keep them pretty close to the school all the time. So we ain't never bothered with them."
Jo smiled her thanks. The thought of all those boys made her shiver. Ohhhh, she thought wouldn't it be nice to have a pick of the lot from a group such as that.
He wants to fuck me, Jo realized, a tremor of excitement running through her.
She sat in the office of Dale Newcomb, principal of the exclusive Lakeside School for Boys, interviewing for a job as psychologist-counselor.
Dale Newcomb. was a tall, good-looking man of forty, but the amazing thing about him was his youthful appearance. He was trim, muscular, and his face had the perpetual young boy look. His black, hair did show tinges of gray at the temples, but that was the only outward show of age. He wore an informal white sport shirt, open at the neck, and tan slacks.
Jo was amazed at her feelings. It was as though he were a young boy and she wanted to make him. She had never before been so aroused by a mature man.
It was his eyes, too, that attracted her; dark brown and so intense they were hypnotic. Strangely, although she had met this man only an hour ago, Jo felt that she had known him for years. She felt irresistibly drawn to him.
He glanced up and looked at her directly. "You know, I have the oddest feeling that we've known each other a long time."
Jo smiled. "I have the same feeling."
"Really?" His hypnotic eyes were boring into hers. He gave a short laugh. "It must be chemistry." He shuffled papers on his desk. "Well, I think we're almost finished with this part of the interview."
She breathed a little faster.
Later, after she had been hired, Jo was assigned a temporary lodging with one of the teachers. Jo got her luggage from the rear of her car, unlocked the cottage door, and entered. The living room was comfortably and tastefully furnished.
In the bedroom a virtually naked girl was brushing her hair.
The girl turned at sound of the front door opening, holding the hairbrush suspended.
"Hi," she called out. "Come on in."
As the girl swung around, Jo saw that she was an attractive, chestnut-haired girl of about her own age, with large tits, wide-spaced and gorgeous.
"I'm Jenny Crosby. You must be Jo Daniels."
Jo smiled and nodded. "That's right."
Jenny nodded toward one of the two beds. "That's your bed there."
Jo crossed to it and sat down. She was still feeling horny from her encounter with the principal while he was interviewing her.
The two girls chatted while Jo unpacked. When she had taken a shower and dressed, Jenny suggested they go out to eat
While they ate, Jenny filled Jo in on the school. "No men here at all, other than Dale and the maintenance man. Course he's too old to give us a tumble. Must be sixty-five or so."
Jo liked her openness about sex. It seemed to be on her mind all the time.
"Watch that Dale. He'll screw you at the drop of a hat. Hell, I bet he's screwed every teacher here."
"Including you?" the question slipped out before Jo had intended it to. Now, she smiled trying to cover her embarrassment.
Jenny returned her smile. "Hell yes, including me. And he's damned good."
Later, back at the cottage, Jenny said, "How about a drink before settling in for the night?"
"Wonderful!" Jo smiled.
"What'll it be? Scotch or bourbon?"
"Bourbon, please. But, look, let me help ..."
"No. Sit still. Tonight you're the guest and I'm the hostess. Be back in a minute."
Jenny went into the kitchen and Jo put her head back on the divan. Her skirt rode up almost to her crotch and she left it there. It had been some day. She couldn't possibly manage to remember all the people she had met. Names and faces all jumbled together. Later, she knew, the names would start fitting the faces so why wonder or worry about it now, she decided. She would relax and enjoy her drink with Jenny. And she liked Jenny. She was glad she had been accepted as her roommate.
She never knew what was coming next with Jenny. And she was glad Jenny was so open about sex. Or, at least she appeared to be. She had talked openly about it when Jo had first been introduced to her. They had sat and discussed it.
Now, Jo wondered aloud, what next?
She got the answer soon after Jenny returned with their drinks. They toasted each other, drank, and placed their glasses on the coffee table.
Jo said, "Jenny, when we were returning from dinner I noticed a lot of older boys on the campus. What's the age range of the students?"
"From twelve to seventeen." Jenny picked up her drink, took another sip, and placed it back onto the table. She suddenly laughed. "You get turned on by these boys?"
Jo blushed visibly.
"Hey," Jenny said suddenly, "don't let it shake you. I do, too. Hell, I even make a game of it. You know, it's really fun having those seventeen-year-olds in class. I show them as much leg as I can without making it seem that I'm doing it deliberately. It pays off."
"Pays off?"
Again Jenny laughed. "If a boy leaves one of my classes without a hard-on, I feel the hour has been a failure."
"But isn't it dangerous letting them leave with their ... you know."
"Shit no. The classes are staggered. After leaving my English class they go into a class in medieval history taught by one of the old bags Before five minutes have passed their pricks are limp again."
Jo giggled nervously and took a sip from her drink. "Do you ever allow-I mean, do you ever have-well, any personal relations with the older boys?"
"Do you mean do I ever let one of them fuck me?"
Jo blushed again and said, her eyes bright, "Uh, yes, I... uh, do mean that."
Jenny drank again. "Jo," she said it softly as if to emphasize her words, "all of us have our own particular studs."
"Studs?"
"It isn't easy. If the principal found out, he'd probably fire us. Then, too, we have to get boys who know how to keep their mouths shut. Even then, it's better to get something on them. Something that will keep them in your power; seal their lips. Gotta keep the little bastards quiet."
"Do you have a stud?"
Jenny nodded. "Two, in fact. How I got them into my power is an amusing story. Want to hear it?"
Jo nodded, "I'd love to."
"There are twins in my class," Jenny began, "on whom I'd had my eye from the beginning of the semester. I intended to lay at least one of them. Dave and Bill Trenton are seventeen years old, both big for their age. They're well built and good-looking. They both play football and are the campus heroes.
"The twins, by right of seniority, I suppose, had appropriated the chairs nearest my desk, the ones which gave them the best views up my legs.
"Careful not to appear obvious, I gave them plenty of thigh to look at. One day, as if by accident, I got my skirt up so they could glimpse at my panties. Bill had a coughing spell that attracted the attention of the entire class. Dave began pounding his brother on the back, and in the confusion I got my skirt back down where it belonged. Naturally I showed no trace of embarrassment or knowledge of why Bill had had his coughing spell.
"But the incident proved one thing-these two guys had a hard-on for me. They wanted me badly. I thought about it for a couple days, but for the life of me I couldn't think of a way of getting one twin over for an evening of sex without being obvious. And, of course, indiscretion would never do.
"Then the golden opportunity presented itself. One day after class, I found a folded sheet of paper beneath Bill's chair. I picked it up, to throw into the wastebasket, then, on impulse, opened it. I tell you, I couldn't help gasping at what I saw."
"What was it?" Jo asked, excitement in her voice.
"It was a crude drawing of a girl," Jenny continued. "She was sitting on the edge of a divan holding up her skirt so that her cunt was plainly revealed. Beneath the drawing, boldly written were the words: CROSBY'S CUNT.
"At first I was angry, then amused, then excited. Perhaps this could be the hold over the guy I wanted. I thought about it all the rest of the day. That night I came back here, got Bill on the phone at his dormitory and said in a coldly pedantic voice, 'Mr. Trenton, I'd like you to come over to my cottage at eight-thirty and bring your English Lit book. There are a few things I'd like to explain about your last paper.'
"It isn't unusual to have one or more of the boys in for special tutoring for an evening, so Bill readily agreed. I sat back, smiling smugly to myself, beginning to feel horny. Just before eight-thirty, I removed my panties, made certain of other arrangements, and was ready for him.
"At exactly eight-thirty the doorbell rang. Bill was carrying his English Lit book. He was smiling and confident. I knew he wasn't aware that I had found bis drawing.
"I greeted him formally.
" 'Sit over there, Mr. Trenton,' I told him, indicating a chair opposite the divan.
"He did as I directed and I sat down on the divan and crossed my legs."
"Could he see your ... your, you know what?" Jo asked, breathing heavily. Both girls took a drink of their bourbon.
"My cunt? Not then he couldn't," Jenny continued, "but he was going to see plenty pussy before the evening was over.
" 'Well, young man,' I said, 'you're quite an artist.'
"He stopped smiling. His face fell. His mouth opened.
" 'You-you found it?' he muttered. T thought Dave had...'
" 'So that's what you think Crosby's cunt looks like,' I taunted him. 'Just what do you think would happen if I showed that drawing to the principal and sent a copy to your folks?'
"Terror came into his eyes. 'Don't, Miss Crosby,' he begged. 'Please don't. The principal would expel me from school and my father would probably put me in one of those reform schools.' He babbled on. 'The school needs me on its team, Miss Crosby. Think of the school. I might even be sent to prison. Look, I'll do anything. Just don't turn me in. I-I was only having fun.'
" 'Having fun,' I told the boy, 'I think you were over-taxing your imagination. You really don't know what my cunt looks like, do you?'
"He was staring at me wildly now, not knowing what to expect
"I nodded to the table beside his chair. 'Pick up that pad and pencil.'
"He did so dumbly, staring at me, his eyes questioning. I smiled then for the first time, put my ass on the edge of the divan and pulled my skirt above my hips. I spread my legs.
" 'Now,' I said, 'you can draw your picture from the real live models and see if you can do a better job.' .
"He goggled. His eyes flew wide open. His jaw sagged. He stared at my exposed twat as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He was breathing like a truck horse.
" 'Well,' I said impatiently, 'are you going to draw a picture of my pussy, or isn't this the right pose?'
"He was stunned and bumblingly began making some scratches on the pad. He was trembling so violently that he dropped his pencil twice. He swallowed hard and kept staring and staring at my twat.
"At last I got up and looked over his shoulder. There were just hen scratches on the paper.
"For heaven's sake,' I scolded him, 'what's that supposed to be?'
"He mumbled something about drawing my pubic hair first. I bent over, studying the scratchings. Far over. It gave him an opportunity to peer down my dress and get a good look at my tits, which was all a part of my plan.
" 'You'll have to do better than that,' I told him. I returned to the divan and raised my skirt again, this time not quite so high.
" 'Never mind the hair,' I snapped. 'It's my cunt I want you to draw a picture of.'
"I watched his face closely. His mouth was working. The boy was really suffering-nearly out of his mind with desire. I knew what was going on in that brain of his.
"Then he did what I had planned and expected him to do. A low guttural sound escaped his throat, and he leaped toward the divan, ripping open his fly. He was going to rape me.
"I pretended to be afraid. 'What are you going to do?' I cried, getting alarm in my voice.
" 'I'm going to rape you, Miss Crosby,' he growled. He pushed me back on the divan and my legs flew up into the air, just the way I had planned. 'I've wanted to screw you ever since I came into class and saw those beautiful legs of yours.'
"He had his cock out and I gasped. 'Don't you dare, Bill Trenton! Don't you dare fuck me. Put that cock back into your pants.'
"My use of the words fired him to even greater heights. He reached down and spread my legs apart. I pounded at his head and shoulders with my fists. I screamed, but not loud enough for anyone to hear.
" *You're going to get it,' he breathed, 'so you might as well relax and enjoy yourself.'
" 'Oh, you horrid, horrid man!' I cried. Fucking a girl when you have her helpless.'
"Of course Bill, being inexperienced, didn't know that a boy couldn't rape a girl if she didn't want him to. Unless, of course, her hands were tied and legs spread. But I wasn't about to impart that information.
"He came down on me then, holding his big cock in his hands and probing my cunt for the opening. I moved my ass just enough so that he found it without trouble. He sank his prick inside with one fierce jab. I gasped and moaned as though I were terrified.
"He was like an animal, grunting and groaning and jabbing his cock up my cunt as fast as he could. As I mentioned, the kid was inexperienced and therefore inconsiderate. He had no thoughts about whether I was enjoying his screwing at all.
"He got his gun off almost at once. I thought he'd never stop spurting the stuff up into my hole. But at last he finished and lay heavily on top of me.
" 'Did you like it, Miss Crosby? Did you like it just a little?'
" like what?' I snapped. 'There was nothing to like. Now, get your big hulk off me.'
"He got up on his knees, staring down at my cunt. 'It was beautiful, Miss Crosby. I know I'll probably go to jail for this, but it was worth it. It really was.'
" 'You'll go to jail,' I told him, 'unless you do exactly as I say from now on.'
"His eyes opened wide. 'What do you want me to do, Miss Crosby? I'll do anything you say.'
" 'Stand up and take your clothes off.'
"He gasped. 'All of them?'
" 'Every stitch.'
'"Yes, ma'am.' He stood up and began to strip. I swung around and put my ass on the edge of the divan again. He stood naked in front of me. I looked him over. He already had a half hard-on.
" 'Get down on your knees,' I commanded. "He obeyed in a manner that told me I had a slave for life. I spread my legs.
" 'Now,' I said, 'since you've shot so much of your wad up my cunt, you can just suck it back out with your tongue.'
"He stared at me speechlessly, and I said, 'I'm talking about right now, Mr. Bill Trenton. Suck my cunt!'
"He didn't hesitate another moment. He put both hands on my thighs and dove in. I could feel his tongue probing-and finding. I grabbed his head with both hands and drove his face against my twat, at the same time thrusting up my ass.
" 'Reach for it,' I yelled at him. 'Stick your tongue in as far as it will go.'
"Well, it was one of the best cunt-sucking jobs I'd ever enjoyed. This boy really went to town. He didn't let up for a minute. He braced his knees against the floor, hiked up my legs so that they were waving wide in the air, and sucked. And all the time he was making very satisfying growling sounds, like an animal.
"I had already felt that lovely feeling along my loins and I knew I was coming.
"I'm coming!' I cried out. 'Suck harder, Bill. Suck my cunt harder!'
"He did the best he could. He encircled my ass with his arms and pulled my twat up so that not only was his tongue probing inside but his entire face was covered with my wet cunt.
"Then I came. Boy, did I come! It seemed to last forever. Gradually I went limp and lay back.
I pushed Bill's head away and he sank back on his haunches. He looked at me anxiously.
" 'Did I do it right, Miss Crosby? Did I do it right? I loved sucking your cunt.'
"I leaned forward and kissed him on his still cunt-tasting lips.
" 'When we're alone together, Bill, you can call me Jenny, and you did an excellent job. Now get dressed and go back to your room When I want to use you again I'll call you. In the meantime I'm going to keep this drawing, and if I ever hear that you've told anyone, even your brother, about what went on here, I'm going to show this picture to the principal and send a copy of it to your father.'"
Jenny finished her story and Jo sighed deeply. "Wow, that was some story. Honestly, did that really happen? Or are you putting me on."
"Hey, it's the truth so help me. I mean it. You know, I like sex and I can't see why everyone keeps trying to cover it up like something dirty."
Jo nodded. Then, as if in afterthought, she said, "How often do you see Bill now?"
"Oh, whenever I get horny I order him to come over. He's a real slave, Jo. He'll do anything I want him to do, at any time and in any position. One night I made him jack himself off just so I could watch the expression on his face and see the sperm shoot out."
Jo blushed again, yet the thought of the boy masturbating caused a stir of excitement to well up inside her. Jenny was really blunt and Jo decided perhaps she, too, should be a bit more outspoken. Maybe it would get her over the shame she felt for feeling as she did about young boys. She managed to ask, "Didn't his semen ruin your carpet?"
"Hell, no. I was naked and he was kneeling between my legs. When he came he aimed the first shot at my cunt, the next on my belly and the others straight at my tits. We both smeared it all over my body. It was really exciting."
"Wow!" Jo took a deep breath. "What about the other twin? The brother?"
"Dave?" Jenny giggled. "Twice Bill sent him up here in his place. They didn't think I could tell them apart." She laughed. "I knew instantly that Dave was a substitute. I'd taught Bill some techniques that Dave didn't know, although I was sure that Bill had coached his brother at length. Anyway, I never let on that I suspected. I called Dave by Bill's name all evening. He fucked me and sucked me, and we really had an exciting time."
"So you really have two studs, two slaves."
"That's right," Jenny said, and gave Jo a searching look. "Jo, have you ever gone out on a double fucking date?"
"Do you mean two boys and two girls, all watching each other, then switching partners?"
Jenny nodded.
"Noooo," she said softly, "I don't believe I ever have."
Jenny's eyes were sparkling. "Why don't I order the twins over here tomorrow night? It's Saturday, and they can stay late. We'll have a double fucking party."
"I, I guess it'd be all right," Jo said slowly, as if considering the idea. She was certainly excited about the thought, but She didn't really want Jenny to know how much. She often had fantasies, remembering when Mike and Steve and Tim had all hopped her that night, two at once, then the finale with Tim screwing her in the ass. She has masturbated many times, remembering that night. Maybe it would be as exciting to have another woman to watch.
Jenny jumped up, "I'll call right now."
She ran into the bedroom and Jo could hear her muted tones on the phone. A moment later Jenny returned, smiling. "They'll be here," she said and laughed. "Both of them. At eight-thirty sharp. So get that tight pussy of yours all honed and ready to go."
This time Jo blushed violently, flushed from her feet up. But she smiled.
CHAPTER SIX
Next morning Jo and Jenny went shopping at the local village shopping center. It was a pretty little village with tree-shaded streets and a number of smart dress shops. They were passing one of the shops when Jo suddenly stopped.
"Oh wow, Jen, look!" She was staring through the window at a wax figure that was wearing a dress of powder blue. It was exciting; a short skirt, made of a sheer lightweight material with a bodice cut low in a "V" to reveal all but the window model's nipples. The waist was tight, perfectly outlining the two buttocks.
Jenny laughed. "It's exciting, Jo, but you could never wear it to class. The boys would all come all over the place."
"I don't intend to," Jo said. She was thinking of the effect it would have on the different boys she would come in contact with out of class. "Come on!" she said to Jenny. "I'm going to try it on."
The salesgirl gave them a knowing smile. "I hope you'll buy the damn thing," she said. "Every day men pass and re-pass in front of the shop and gape at it. You'd think they'd have nerve enough to come in and buy it for their women."
The salesgirl removed the dress from the wax model and handed it to Jo. "Try it on, dear. It looks, like a perfect fit for you."
It was. Jo looked at herself in a full-length mirror. The dress fit perfectly. Her breasts were almost completely exposed. Her hips were delightfully outlined. She twirled about, watching her various images, liking what she saw.
It'll do the trick, she thought. Oh, I know it will. She gave a delicious little shiver as she thought of a boy's hands roving all over her body, inside the bodice, up under the skirt, and finally removing the garment entirely. A bit of moisture leaked into her panties and she shivered again.
Jo stepped from the dressing room and proceeded to model the dress for Jenny and the salesgirl. She affected a number of poses, then whirled around. The light skirt flared out, and both Jenny and the salesgirl caught a flash of Jo's black panties.
The salesgirl clucked her tongue and shook her head. "That will never do. He-I mean, someone might see those black panties you're wearing." She opened a drawer and took out a pair of panties and a half-bra. Both girls gasped in delight. Both panties and half-bra had extremely wide meshes and were of the same shade of powder blue as the dress.
"Oh, I'll take them!" Jo cried. "I'll take them all!"
Jenny smiled her approval.
The girls arrived back at their cottage in midafternoon to take a nap. Both stripped naked and lay down. Jo was hesitant at first, but because Jenny was so open about it, she stripped, too. It felt good lying there without anything on.
After a while Jenny raised up on her elbows and studied Jo's body. "God, hon, you were just made for loving. Your tits are much larger than mine. I always thought I'd feel better if mine were bigger." She reached across and touched one of Jo's nipples with the tip of her finger. "Does having one touched make you hot?" she asked.
"Hmm, I guess so." Jo tried to pretend she hadn't noticed what Jenny was doing.
Now Jenny leaned over and placed a kiss on the nipple.
Jo began to breathe faster, and before she realized what she was doing, she said, "Suck it, Jenny. Put as much of it in your mouth as you can."
Mouth open wide, Jenny applied it to the mound of flesh, her tongue flicking against the nipple, sucking vigorously. Jenny sucked and chewed on Jo's breast for a minute or so longer, then she lowered herself, kissing Jo's body, her rounded belly and the insides of her thighs. Jenny placed one long kiss on Jo's pussy, letting her tongue, for just a brief moment, dart into the jungle of pubic hair. Now Jenny was back up even with Jo's head and began kissing her. Jo felt her lower belly jumping with desire. Jenny's hand caressed Jo's belly warmly, then her fingers slid lower, tangling in the silken mound there.
One of the fingers touched the top of Jo's cleft and made Jo moan and shake. Her legs spread apart voluntarily, as if begging for the touch hovering over the steaming well. The aroma of the heated, honeyed pussies drifted up between them and made Jo dizzy with the knowledge that she was eager for this girl beside her, that her cunt was opening wide.
Jenny's finger slipped over the throbbing nub of Jo's most sensitive region and came back up, lifting the tip of the quivering clitoris, making it swell and stretch.
"Ooooh, God!" Jo moaned ecstatically, shivering again, feeling the tips of her breasts swell outwards as if ready to burst and emit a new sexual fluid from their pores.
"That's it, honey," Jenny said softly. "Enjoy it. Trust me. I'll take good care of you." Her palm cupped the twat and pressed inward, making the flesh of Jo's labia roll under Jenny's fingers.
Jenny's finger found the slitted cleft and wormed inside, so that the length of it lay along Jo's hot gap. Jo felt her lips softly enfolding the rod-like appendage and drew closer to the burning flesh around the mouth of her tunnel.
Jenny's knuckle bent, and the tip of her finger slipped into the wide, waiting slippery orifice that was the entrance to the temple of desire.
"Oh! Oh!" Jo gasped quickly, feeling her hips writhe in a shameless way and her pelvis buck forward with a tiny motion.
Jenny's hand slid down over Jo's mound in a relentless path, each joint and crease crushing over Jo's silken pubes. As Jenny's hand went down, her finger straightened out and slid deeper into the recesses of the tunnel, like a moving snake seeking the warm depths of a cave.
Jo felt it go up and up inside her, the tip wriggling with small motions so that every convulsion of her vagina was touched and warmed. She felt her muscles awaken and begin smooth, inward sucking movements designed to draw Jenny's invading finger farther into her body.
Jo's hips moved, her buttocks trembled and rolled under Jenny's cupping palm as the relentless drive into her being continued. Then Jo felt the palm of Jenny's hand press up against the vaginal mouth to tell Jo that Jenny's finger was in her pussy all the way.
"Ohhhh, that isn't deep enough!" Jo cried. "Give me more!"
Jo knew she was hunching forward, parting her thighs and bending her knees to make the separation of her gates as wide as she could. She felt the screwing motions of Jenny's fingertip, and Jo kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut in the thrill of it" all.
Both girls were moaning in sheer delight at the sensation each was giving the other. Jenny slid down again and buried her face in Jo's moist cunt. When she pulled her mouth away she said, "Your pussy is ready, oh, it's really ready."
"I want to feel your tongue in me," Jo pleaded.
"You're going to feel something more in a minute."
Now Jo became aware that Jenny was exploring the contours of her ass with her free hand. It felt good. Jenny fondled each cheek, then drew her finger lightly between them. She repeated the action twice, then probed for the hole. She found it and tentatively stuck her finger inside.
Jo felt her loins become even more rigid. She contracted her asshole, then with a sigh let it expand. Jenny drove her finger in farther and began an in and out motion. The combination of the finger in her ass and Jenny's tongue in her cunt caused Jo to moan in appreciation.
They were both peaking. "Now!" Jo shouted, "Now!"
After the orgasms both girls flopped back on the bed and slept.
By eight o'clock the girls were dressed. Both wore extremely short miniskirts with front-buttoned blouses to make their tits readily available. They wore long, sheer self-supporting stockings, the tops of which extended to their crotches, over which they wore very brief panties.
Jenny said, "For the time being, let's remove our panties and drape them over the headrest of the divan. Men always get excited over the sight of panties that have been worn." She laughed. "I had a guy once who offered to buy me a dozen new pair of panties if I'd give him one of mine that I'd been wearing."
"What happened?" Jo asked.
"I modeled all twelve pairs for him. The last pair I squashed up against my wet, hot cunt. I tossed them to him and said, 'Those are for you.' He grabbed them and buried his face in them. He told me afterward that he carried them with him wherever he went. When he felt himself getting horny, he'd take them out and inhale their cunt fragrance."
Jo looked at her stunned. Sometimes she didn't know whether to believe every word Jenny told her or not. The girl talked constantly about sex, but ft didn't really bother Jo. She was glad that someone else thought as much about it as she did, but she wasn't the one to talk about it and Jenny was. Jo decided she liked Jenny. Perhaps she could help Jo come out of herself.
At exactly eight-thirty there was a knock at the door. "Stay here," Jenny said, getting up. "Cross your legs, but show plenty of thigh."
Jenny crossed to the door and opened it. The twins stood outside, trying to control their eager expressions.
"Come in, boys," Jenny said matter-of-factly. They entered silently. She led them around in front of the divan and introduced Jo. They both mumbled something and stared avidly at her beautiful legs. Jenny sat beside Jo, allowing her skirt to ride up. The twins caught sight of the two pairs of panties spread out on the back of the divan, and goggled.
"Very well, boys," Jenny said in her authoritative voice.
"Bill, you go over there and stand in front of me. Dave, you stand in front of Jo." They obeyed. "Now I want you both to strip for inspection. Quickly."
In a matter of moments the twins stood in front of the girls. They were both naked, their iron-hard erections standing straight up and out. They waited eagerly for the next command.
Jenny turned to Jo. "Well, what do you think? Are they man enough?"
Jo studied the two boys silently for a moment or two. She was wildly excited, but nothing of how she felt showed in her expression. She nodded to Dave. "Come over here and stand close to me." Her heart felt as if it had skipped a beat, and it took all her courage to act so brazenly in front of them. When the boys stepped forward she reached up and took hold of his cock, slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth. The feel of the boy's cock in her hand sent shivers of ecstasy running through her body. It was bigger than most of the young boys' dongs she had handled. She looked at him and asked, "Do you like this, Dave?"
"Yesssss," he hissed through his teeth, as if he were in a state of lustful bliss.
"Do you think I have nice legs?" she asked.
"They're beautiful!" he blurted out.
"Do you think my tits are sexy?"
He gulped and nodded dumbly.
Jo gave his prick a little jerk. "Say it. Put it in words."
"I think your tits are the sexiest I've ever seen in my whole life."
"Would you- like to have me show you my cunt, too?" She held her breath, watching his reaction.
The poor boy was almost beside himself. His face wore an agonized look. His cock was throbbing in Jo's hand. He tried to speak twice before he got the words out.
"Yes. Y-yes. I'd love to have you show me your cunt. Yes, oh Yes, I would like it."
Jo smiled for the first time. "Well, perhaps I will, if you do exactly as Jenny tells you. Do you premise me that?"
"Yes. Oh yes! I'll do anything that she tells me to do. Anything at all."
Jo gave his prick a little squeeze and let go of it. "Very well. You can return to your position."
Dave stepped back- He was breathing like a running horse. His face was covered with perspiration.
Jenny, who had been watching the byplay in great excitement, said, "Wow, Jo, tell me, did Dave pass his inspection?"
Jo nodded. "I think Dave will do very well."
"Fine," Jenny said. "Now, I want to explain that both these boys are cunt-crazy." She looked at Bill. "Tell me, Bill. Aren't you cunt-crazy?" She seemed to be getting a perverse pleasure in her tormenting.
Bill nodded and said, "I'm crazy about your cunt, Jenny."
"Good." She answered and looked at Dave. "Well. How about you, Dave?"
Dave's eyes were glued to Jo's crotch. "I'm crazy about your cunt, Jo. You promised you'd show it to me. Remember?"
"Only if you did exactly as Jenny instructed," Jo reminded him.
Jenny turned to Jo now and said, "Well, since both boys seem to be crazy about our cunts, I think it's only fair that we let them suck us off, don't you?"
Jo nodded solemnly. "That seems fair to me, Jen." Jo felt waves of pleasure seep up her stomach. This girl Jenny really knew how to build a person up.
Now Jenny was smiling. But there seemed to be a coldness in her smile. She said, "Bill, come over here and kneel between my legs. Dave, you kneel between Jo's."
Both boys leaped forward and assumed positions. Jenny asked, "How about you, Jo? Are you ready?"
"I'm ready." And she was. Jo had never felt so ready in all her life. There was something about this ritual that Jenny was putting everyone through that aroused her so much. Jo had never done it this way. When she had arranged a meeting with a young boy she had always been shy at first, hoping the boy wouldn't think too badly of her for the debasement she was putting herself through. This was something entirely new for her now, here with Jenny and the two boys.
Now Jenny was moving, putting her ass on the edge of the divan, spreading her legs wide and pulling her miniskirt far up. Her cunt was beautifully revealed, gleaming like a black fur cover, a juicy tomato.
Now Jo moved into a similar position so her cunt would show.
"All right, boys," Jenny ordered, "start sucking!" Her voice sounded like a Marine drill instructor to Jo.
And instantly Bill dove into Jenny's dark bush, lapped her cunt, found the hole and began sucking noisily.
Dave stared at Jo's cunt in wide-eyed appreciation for a moment, then tucked his head between her legs and went to work with his tongue.
Jo moaned with pleasure as Dave's hot, hard tongue found her pussy-hole and worked its way inside. She put both her hands on his head and pushed his face up against the moist surface of her cunt.
"Suck it, Dave! Suck my cunt for all you're worth. Drive that tongue in."
Dave, making lovely groaning and moaning sounds, encircled her ass with his arms, and pulled her hot twat even closer. Jo cried out with delight as his tongue found her clit and flicked at it.
"That's wonderful, Dave! Wonderful! Suck it, suck it as hard as you can!"
Jo heard beautiful moaning sounds beside her and, glancing in that direction, saw Jenny had both hands on Bill's head, and she was shoving his tongue as far up her cunt as she could get it. Her shapely legs were waving in the air. Jenny was practically screaming out with intense pleasure.
Dave now took his hands from around Jo's ass and hooked them under her thighs. Half kneeling, half standing, bracing his feet against the rug, he put her flat on her back on the divan and thrust fiercely at her cunt. Her legs were now almost straight up in the air.
"Suck it!" she screamed. "Suck my cunt, Dave! Eat it! Eat all of it!"
Dave attacked her twat with savage growls. He parted her lips with his mouth and was able to get his tongue a fraction of an inch farther into the hole. This brought a wave of weakness over Jo.
Jenny suddenly let out a howl of pleasure. "I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm coming! Work your tongue, Bill! Wow! Do it!"
Bill twisted his head this way and that, probing, sucking, chewing.
Jo felt her own orgasm well up. When it flooded over she gasped with delight. For the moment, her whole world was at the mercy of this boy's tongue. She raged at him to suck her cunt harder. She beat at his head. She threw her arms into the air and shoved her ass at David's face. His tongue was deep inside her now, probing, feeling like a sword of pleasurable flame. She was soaring, higher, up, circling, then she hit the peak she was searching for and her outcries became moans, then deep sighs of contentment And her body went limp with exhaustion, even though it wasn't she who had done all the work.
Beside her on the couch, Jenny sighed deeply; she had her fulfillment. She slumped on the divan, a contented smile on her lips. Both boys sat back, leering at the cunts they had just so successfully sucked. The moisture from the cunts ran down the chins of the boys and dribbled off onto the carpeting.
After a little while, Jenny sighed deeply, sat up and allowed her skirt to cover her thick bush of pubic hairs. Jo did likewise. Jenny stood up and looked at the desire on the faces of the boys. She smiled, and there was some sadism in the look on her face. "All right, boys," she said, "I want you both to go into the bathroom, wash your faces and rinse out your mouths. Then return to the bedroom and each of you lie down, flat on your backs so that your cocks are pointed straight up in the air. One boy on each bed."
The twins reluctantly left, their cocks hard;
Jo raised up and said, "Those boys are in a bad way. We better do something about it." She could feel the lust building up in her body again.
"We can't let them fuck us yet," Jenny pointed out. "They'd come after about two strokes." Jenny picked up her panties. "Let's put them back on. I have an idea."
Jo began stepping into her panties. "What's next?" What do you have in mind? I'm still horny as hell, although I must give David credit for doing a wonderful job on me."
"We'll do just as we planned," Jenny said. "We'll tease them by letting them watch us undress each other. Then we'll jack and suck them off. After that we'll rest a while and then begin fucking. Maybe we'll have us a daisy chain."
Jo's eyes were bright with anticipation as she nodded in agreement.
When the girls entered the bedroom the boys had assumed the positions that Jenny had ordered. Each was on a bed on his back with his prick pointed toward the ceiling. The girls walked to a position in front of the dressing table.
"Now, boys," Jenny began, as if she were lecturing to her class, "would you like to watch us undress each other? Would you?" she added for emphasis.
The boys both nodded. Bill said, "Jenny, I'm. so hot now that if you don't do something about it, I'll come just by watching you." There was a note of pleading in his voice.
"You'll do no such thing," Jenny scolded. "You just control yourself until Jo and I get ready to take care of you."
"I want to fuck you," Bill said boldly.
Jenny looked at him sternly. "Bill, unless you stop talking and obey orders you'll get no fucking tonight. Now, which will it be?"
"I'm sorry, Jenny, but this is torture. We're so damned hot we're about to explode. I don't know whether we can hold it or not."
"That's what it's intended to be," Jenny snapped. "You have to hold it. Now be quiet and he back."
Bill, who had sat up in his eagerness, lay back but kept himself propped up on an elbow. The two women sat down, kicked off their shoes and began removing their stockings. Both made sure that their panties were frequently revealed.
After the shoes and stockings were kicked aside, both girls stood up. Jenny moved in behind Jo, put her arms around her and fondled her tits for a moment. Then her hands moved down over Jo's body. One hand went up under her miniskirt, and the boys watched its progress as it felt the other girl's thighs, probed into her crotch and stayed there a moment, gently exerting pressure on Jo's warm cunt.
Jenny then brought both hands into view and began unbuttoning Jo's dress, one button at a time. As each button was undone, more and more of Jo's tits were revealed. Jenny would reach inside, fondle one, and then unfasten another button.
All four of the participants in this drama were now breathing hard, thoroughly aroused.
"For God's sake, hurry up!" Jo whispered. "I'm having a hard time holding back."
But Jenny only smiled and continued undressing Jo. Presently the last button was unfastened. Jenny let the dress drop. Jo stood naked, except for her panties, her gorgeous tits jutting straight out. She affected a pose, smiling at the boys.
Jo could tell by Jenny's breathing that the other girl couldn't hold out much longer, either. Swiftly, Jenny stripped off Jo's panties and exposed her cunt for inspection. Jo executed a slow, lewd grind and then did two bumps. The boys both groaned in unison, a sound of agony in their voices.
It was now Jo's turn to undress Jenny, and she did it much faster. "Jenny," she whispered in the other girl's ear, "they'll rape us if we don't get on with this."
Jenny nodded and smiled and helped Jo pull her panties down. Now the girls, stark naked, walked toward the beds. Jo sat next to David and held his throbbing cock.
"Did you like watching us undress each other, David?"
He gulped and nodded.
"Did you also enjoy sucking my cunt?"
Again a gulp and a wide-eyed nod.
"Do you like having me play with your prick?"
He groaned in agony.
"Would you like having me suck and jack you off?"
"Don't torture me anymore, Jo. Please!"
Jo felt a wave of shame creep through her as she intentionally teased the boy. She leaned over now and suspended one of her tits over his mouth. "Suck my tit, David. Get as much as you can in your mouth and use your tongue."
David lunged at her tit and gobbled it. While he was sucking, Jo glanced across at the other bed. Jenny had hold of Bill's cock and had begun a slow, rhythmic pulling back and forth of the skin, watching his face intently. He was groaning and moaning, turning his head from right to left on the pillow. As Jo watched, he reached up and began to fondle one of Jenny's tits.
Jo took her own tit from David's mouth. She sat up. "Now, I'm going to make you come, David. We've both been cruel long enough. I'm going to suck your cock until you make it. Would you like that?"
"Oh, wow, yes," he moaned. "Yes, yes yes! Suck it. Suck my cock. Hurry!"
She bent over, pulled the skin on his prick far down, then began to lick the knob. He cried out in delight and thrust up his ass. She put the head of his cock in her mouth, reached under the thigh of his near leg, found his balls and caressed them tenderly. She began a slow suck, taking more and more of his prick into her mouth with each downward movement.
David was also moaning wildly now, crying out now and then in delight. Jo herself was aroused to a high peak just listening to his love sounds. She considered having David thrust his finger up her cunt, but changed her mind. She and Jenny had agreed that the boys would get a hard-on almost immediately after their first orgasm.
"They won't be able to come as quickly the second time," Jenny-had pointed out. "They'll be able to fuck us longer."
On the other bed, Jenny had stopped jacking Bill's cock and was sucking him. Bill was practically out of his mind with the joy of it.
Jo felt David's cock begin to swell. She pulled her mouth away, letting her hot lips trail over the head, and grasped his now jumping prick firmly. She began to stroke it firmly.
"Hang on!" Jo urged. "I'll have you shooting off any minute now. Tell me when."
"Now!" David shrieked. "I'm coming now!"
Jo jerked his cock faster. A moment later she watched in awe as the first spurt of sperm shot upward. She followed its flight as it rose almost to the ceiling, before plummeting back down. A second spurt followed the first. A third and then a fourth. A couple of tiny ones followed. Semen was splattered all over her face and she liked the feel of the warm fluid as it oozed down her face and onto her breasts.
Still holding his cock, Jo smiled down at David who was looking gratefully up at her. "My," she said. "You certainly were loaded. Did you like it? Did I do all right by you?"
"It was great," he smiled. "Thank you."
She leaned over and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth. A loud moan startled her and she looked toward the other bed just as Bill emptied his load deep into Jenny's throat. She was gobbling greedily.
Jo still had hold of David's cock. She squeezed it, fondled it, stroked it. Now it was almost as hard as it had been before he had come. She bent over and kissed the head, then turned back and leaned over David's face. "Would you fuck me now, David?"
He nodded.
"Do you think you can come again so soon?"
"I know I can," he said, his voice firm.
She smiled and kissed him, darting her tongue in and out of. his mouth. She was trembling with desire!, but contained herself, remembering how much more she had enjoyed other young cocks when they had spent so much time arousing her. She squeezed David's cock again. He was almost ready. "Tell me you want to fuck me, David. Let me hear you say it."
"I do want to fuck you, Jo. I want to fuck you until you can't fuck anymore."
She smiled. "I like that. Now describe just how you're going to fuck me."
"I'm going to put you on your back and get on my knees between your legs and stick my cock up your cunt as far as it'll go."
"Hmmm," she sighed and squeezed his cock. It was as hard as a rock. "I think we're both ready now. Get up on your knees, Dave. I'll lie on my back and you give me the best fucking you can. Really drive it into me. Oh, I'm so ready."
David scrambled to his knees and Jo spread-eagled herself.
In the next bed, Bill was already on top of Jenny, ramming his prick up into her hot cunt. She was moaning in pure delight
Jo was glad Jenny had insisted they .make the boys have orgasms before they allowed themselves to be fucked. The way David was pounding at her cunt he would have come after three or four strokes' if he hadn't blown his nuts a minute or two previously.
She smiled up at him, smoothing back his hair, liking the feel of him on her. "Take it easy, dear. You're going too fast. Slow down. We have a long ways to go."
He slowed down. "I'm sorry," he said. "I want to do it right. Just tell me."
"That's a good boy. It's nice having you fuck me. This is a two-way game, you know. I'm enjoying it, too. I want to enjoy it-as much as you."
"Tell me what to do?" he whimpered. "Tell me."
"That's better." She kissed him. "Now draw your cock out to the very entrance to my cunt, then plunge it in. Do this with every stroke, making each stroke faster and shorter. Now, try it once."
Groaning, David obeyed. He was trembling. She could feel the tremors as they raced up and down his bare back.
"Very good. Now hold it in way up there a minute while I give you some more instructions," she sighed softly. "While you're screwing me I want you to play with my tits, and I want you to stick your tongue in my mouth and suck my tongue. When you're not doing either of these things, I want you to talk to me. I want you to tell me how much you enjoy fucking me, and what a pretty cunt you think I have, and what nice tits. I like to hear your voice telling me these things. And when we both get ready to shoot, I want you to really pound your cock up into me. Oh, David. Oh, ohhhhh, David. You're really turning me on," she sighed again, then said, "can you remember all this?"
"Yes, yes," he moaned. "I can. I know I can, just watch me."
"Good," she murmured.
He desperately tried to follow Jo's instructions to the letter. He pulled his prick to the very mouth of her pussy, and then plunged it in. He fondled her tits and sucked her tongue vigorously. Now he took his mouth away and said, "Oh, Jo. I love fucking you so much. It's the most wonderful thing that's ever -happened to me. Your cunt is so warm and so beautiful and your tits are outta sight. They're so firm and so beautiful."
Jo was feeling the effects. What he was doing was driving her to a plateau she hadn't reached before during this encounter.
She arched up her cunt and gripped his shoulders, liking the feel of his muscles under her hands. "A bit faster now, David. Fuck me a little faster."
His tongue went into her mouth again as he shortened his strokes and picked up the pace.
She wrenched her mouth away. "You're doing it just right. Fuck me harder. Drive it in there." She had the wonderful feeling along her loins and knew that she was moments from her orgasm. "You can start to come now, David. Don't stop!" Her voice rose. "Screw me! Fuck me! Give it to me!" She clutched him about the shoulders, then about the ass, pulling him into her cunt, trying to bury him in her. "I'm coming, David! I'm coming! Fuck me!" Now she was screaming at the plunging boy on top of her body.
At last she let him go. He looked down at her anxiously. "Did I do it right, Jo? Did I?"
"You were fine, David. Simply splendid."
"Was my cock big enough for you?"
"Your cock is just the right size, dear. It isn't the size of a man's cock that counts with a girl. It's how he uses it and what he says when he uses it. Now, get off me and let's rest for a while." She patted him on the head and added, "You're very nice."
David scrambled off and lay close to her. He put his hands between her legs and toyed with the lips of her cunt.
Jo glanced over at the other bed. Jenny and Bill were just reaching their climaxes. Jenny was practically on the back of her neck. Both of her legs were over Bill's shoulders. Bill was on his knees, driving his cock down into her cunt.
"Give it to me, darling. Grind it! I'm coming! Wow! Oh, yessssss!"
Both Jo and David watched, their eyes bright, as Bill shot his semen up into Jenny's cunt, mixing it with the juices of her twat. Both of them were moaning and groaning loudly. But gradually the sounds and their bodies relaxed.
All four rested for a few minutes. Presently Jenny said, "Jo?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to change partners?" "Fine with me."
The boys changed beds and Jo turned to Bill, who was awaiting her eagerly. She was a little surprised at his ardor when his hands began swarming over her body. He kissed her fiercely, thrusting his tongue far into her mouth, fondling her tits, reaching down and playing with her twat.
"Oh, Jo, Jo! I want to fuck you so badly. I've wanted to from the first moment we met."
Jo laughed lightly. "Well, you're certainly in a good position to fulfill that desire."
He kissed her, then bent down to stare at her cunt. She spread her legs to give him a better view. She already had his cock in her hands and was stroking it gently. This was the sort of byplay and dialogue that she loved.
Bill looked at her. "Jo, you have the most beautiful cunt in the world."
"Don't all cunts look alike?"
"Oh, no," he said seriously. "Your hair has a reddish tinge to it, and there's a lot more of it."
Now Bill stuck his finger up her twat and buried his face in the pubic hair. After a moment, he began kissing her belly, moving up to her tits, then to her mouth. They sucked tongues for a minute, then Bill pulled his mouth away.
"Jo, I want to suck that beautiful cunt of yours. I want to eat all of it."
She smiled. "You'll get your chance later on when we have our daisy chain."
"Daisy chain?"
"The four of us will lie down on the floor in a circle. You can eat my twat while I'm sucking David's prick. David will be sucking Jenny's cunt while she's sucking your cock."
Bill shook his head wildly. "No! I don't want anybody sucking my cock but you when I'm eating your cunt."
Jo studied his face for a moment. He was wildly excited and deadly serious. She herself was more excited than she had expected to be so soon after receiving him into her bed. She squeezed his cock. It was at rigid attention, ready for action.
"Do you mean," she asked, "that you'd rather eat my cunt now than fuck me?"
"Yes, I would."
She nodded. "How would you like it? A sixty-nine, or would you rather I straddled your head and put my cunt down on your face?"
"Can you suck my cock that way?"
"Of course."
"Then that's the way I want it."
Bill's eyes were wild with desire. He lay flat on his back. Jo straddled his head and eased her beautiful cunt down so that he could begin lapping it, which he did with gusto. She leaned forward, took his prick in her hand and began to lick the head. She reached around and fondled his balls gently. He groaned from the sheer delight of it. He began probing with his tongue for the hole in her pussy.
Jo lowered her cunt a little farther and moaned when his tongue found the hole and drove into it. She began to suck his cock methodically, loving it. After a few short strokes on the head, she drove it far down into her throat. She wished she could talk. She wished she could tell him what a wonderful job he was doing on her cunt and how much she was loving sucking his prick. But with a mouthful of cock, this was impossible to do.
Bill had his hands around her thighs now, pulling her cunt down so that it covered his entire face. He twisted and turned, growling like an animal, striving to get his tongue even farther into that glorious twat. He arched his ass, and Jo began sucking his cock furiously. She realized he was on the verge of a come, and she wanted to come with him.
She jammed her cunt down on his face now, moving it back and forth so that he could barely breathe. She felt a tightening in her crotch and knew that her own orgasm was starting. She brought Bill's prick out to the lips of her mouth and worked over the head with her tongue. She played with his balls fiercely.
He groaned loudly, and immediately she swallowed the length of his cock, feeling the first squirt of semen against the back of her throat. She began to breathe through her nose, greedily drinking every drop of the precious milky liquid.
At the same time she lifted her ass, giving Bill a moment to gasp a breath of air, then plunged her cunt back into his face again, grinding it. Her orgasm had reached its peak and she was savoring every moment of it Both were" moaning in sheer ecstasy.
Jo swallowed the last drop of Bill's spurting semen and slowly pulled her mouth up the length of his shaft, held the head in her mouth for a moment, then licked and kissed it in a departing gesture. She swished the length of her cunt along Bill's face once more, then rolled off. Bill looked at her adoringly.
"Come here," she said. "I want to kiss you while you still have cunt juice all over your face and I have cock smell on my lips. Use your tongue."
She forced him back, lying on top of him and working over his mouth and tongue with hers. She liked doing this. It gave her an added thrill. She pulled her mouth away, but didn't get off his body. She began swaying her tits over his mouth, barely brushing his lips.
"Do you like my tits, Bill? Tell me."
"I love your tits, Jo. They're perfect." He reached up, trying to suck one, but she pulled back. She was proud of her tits, loved having them admired, fondled and sucked.
"Not yet. I'll let you suck them in a minute." She continued swinging them, dragging the nipples across his trembling mouth. "Did you enjoy sucking my cunt, Bill?"
"Oh, Jo, it was wonderful! Just having your whole cunt spread over my face was an experience I'll never forget."
"I enjoyed it, too, dear, and I enjoyed sucking your cock. Did you like that, too?"
"I loved it! Boy, did I love the feeling of my cock in your mouth."
"Would you like to fuck my mouth again soon?"
"Would I? Oh, Jo, will you let me?"
She smiled. "We'll see. Now open your mouth wide." He obeyed, and she lowered one of her tits into it. "Suck it, Bill. Use your tongue. Get it all shiny wet. Suck out the nipple."
He went at this chore greedily, making satisfactory noises. Already he had half a hard-on. When Jo finally removed her tit and gave him the other for a similar treatment, the nipple of the first stood out like a small prick. Half of the tit itself glistened with his saliva.
Bill worked over the second tit equally well. After a moment Jo withdrew it. "Now play with them both while they're all wet and slippery."
Bill nodded and, reaching up with both hands, he rubbed both tits, smiling happily all the while as if he found the task most enjoyable.
Jo smiled. "I like this. Would you like to tit-fuck me sometime, Bill?"
"I'd like to tit-fuck you right now!" he cried. "I can, Jo. I have another hard-on."
She reached around, found his cock and pressed it. "That's wonderful! Wow! But, sweetie, we better save this one for what's coming up."
She rolled off of him, and they both looked across at the other bed, aware suddenly of the beautiful sounds that were coming from both Jenny and David. Apparently Jenny liked the shoulder-bit position, because she was on the back of her neck again, with her legs planted on David's shoulder. He was driving the last bit of his semen into her after a perfect orgasm.
Jo relaxed and pulled Bill down beside her. "Put your head down on my shoulder, Bill sweet. Play with me. We're going to rest."
She took his cock in her hands and closed her eyes.
The daisy chain had proven a whopping success. The four participants were lying on the floor of Jenny's and Jo's bedroom, exhausted, spent, but happily satisfied.
Jenny, of course, had taken charge of the operation. She arranged them on the floor, lying on their sides, alternating the sexes.
"Bill," she said matter-of-factly, "you'll eat Jo's cunt. I notice that you've been there once, which means that Jo probably told you how she likes it, and a second sucking makes sense. David, Jo will suck your prick, while you're eating my twat and I'm sucking Bill's cock. Now, is everything understood?"
They all nodded smilingly.
"One more thing: This is the last act on the program. When it's over, you boys will have to go home. If you both can walk," she added with a grin.
Jenny started the proceedings by taking Bill's cock in her mouth and putting the head between her lips. Her cunt gave a little twitch as she felt David's tongue begin licking it. Jo sighed contentedly as she felt Bill's tongue probing at her twat. She was glad that Jenny had given Bill this assignment. It was what he wanted, and she had instructed him well. She took hold of David's cock, kissed it, and licked the head.
They all started slowly. This was a community affair. Each knew that he or she had to help the other as much as possible, if all were to enjoy complete fulfillment. Within minutes, however, asses began to move, bodies began to writhe, and moans and groans filled the air.
David's tongue was probing deep into Jenny's cunt now. She reached down and pressed his face farther in between her legs. Automatically she stepped up her sucking of Bill's prick, reaching up and playing with his balls. Bill groaned in appreciation, and twisted his head sideways so he could get his tongue farther up Jo's twat.
And so it went all along the line. Each was transmitting the wonderful sensations they were receiving by their mouths. Jo was sucking David's cock smoothly, swallowing it, then bringing her lips back to the head, toying with it, then swallowing again. Once she almost lost Bill's tongue, so violent were the gyrations of her ass. But he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her twat back into his face.
Bill reached up and began fondling Jo's tits.
Jo played with David's balls, while David played with Jenny's tits and she toyed with his nuts.
On the whole, it was a most satisfactory operation. Everyone was enjoying himself to the utmost.
But suddenly Jenny uttered a loud moan, and her ass twitched violently. They all knew what the moan meant. She had started her orgasm. She was coming. The others quickened their paces. Jo felt David's cock begin to swell in her mouth. She knew that in a moment she'd feel the first spurt of his semen. She sucked his cock furiously, at the same time reaching down and pushing Bill's head between her legs. She knew that she would start hers any moment.
The boys were working diligently at their assigned cunts. Both were on the verge of coming themselves. Jenny had already swallowed Bill's cock far down her throat and was prepared to drink his semen.
Jenny peaked first. Her moans were loud and satisfying. She kept thrusting her twat violently into David's warm face.
Jo felt the first spurt of David's semen, and she began swallowing greedily. Her own orgasm was peaking. Bill was sucking gloriously, clutching both cheeks of her ass, trying to control her writhing.
Bill had long since begun pouring his semen down Jenny's throat. He groaned wildly, fucking her mouth even after the last spurt of semen had been ejaculated.
Then it was over. Mouths were pulled from cocks and cunts. Limp bodies fell to the floor in complete exhaustion.
After a while Jenny lifted her head and looked around. "Everybody happy?"
They all smiled and nodded.
Everybody was happy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jo was becoming adjusted to her new job and her new surroundings. She was comfortably settled in the small office and was now assigned a fresh clean cottage all to herself instead of having to share one with Jenny. In her office she had her desk and bookshelves but, and this was a surprise, behind the desk was a smaller private room and a restroom all of her own.
The day before she had unpacked her books and other personal belongings. The books were now arranged on the shelves behind her desk. There were other books there, all of which had interesting titles. Most of them pertained to matters of psychology. Some of them she had read and she now resolved to read the others. She thought it would be interesting to read cases similar to her own-her passion for young boys.
Today she was excited because she would begin her interviews with her problem students. She studied the list of names. The first three were twelve-year-olds who hadn't written to their parents, and the parents wanted to know why. At eleven o'clock an appointment was set up with a fifteen-year-old named Carl Billings who, of all things, had complained of being homesick.
The twelve-year-olds came in one at a time, looking guilty and acting shy. Jo smiled at each one and talked to them gently. Captivated by her personality, they all agreed to write their parents that night and report on the next day with the letters they had written.
At eleven o'clock, Carl Billings entered. He was big for his age, tall, slim, dark-haired and rather handsome. Jo arranged her skirt primly, which meant that she was able to pull the mini halfway down her thigh. She smiled.
"Sit on the divan," she said, nodding toward the sofa that was opposite her desk.
He sat and watched her silently.
"I can't believe that a big boy like you would become homesick."
"I can't believe it either, Miss Daniels. But I am. I want to go home."
She studied his chart a moment, noting that he would be sixteen in less than a month.
"Carl," she said, looking up, "I can't believe that it's just your home and your parents that you miss. There must be something else."
His lips began to tremble. "My parents are seldom at home. They travel a lot. They pack me off to this school and then forget me."
"What a shame. Then it must be something or someone else."
He bowed his head and his shoulders shook. Feeling suddenly sorry for the boy, Jo got up, sat beside him on the divan, and slipped an arm about his shoulder.
"Tell me about it, Carl. I'm your friend. I want to help you."
He didn't place his head on her shoulder as she expected. He placed it on her full tits. And his hand inadvertently fell on her knee. She stiffened, sitting up straight.
"Now just what is this?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Daniels, but you remind me so much of Debbie."
"Who's Debbie?"
"She's the girl I'm homesick for."
"I see. Are you in love with her?"
"Yes, ma'am, I am."
"You poor kid. Have you had sexual relations with her, with this Debbie?" "Ma'am?"
"Have you fucked her?"
Carl's eyes lighted up. "Oh, yes, ma'am. Many times. That's why I'm homesick for Debbie."
Jo's pulse had quickened. So had her breathing. Her tits were rising and falling. "How old is Debbie?"
"Fourteen."
"Describe one of the times you've fucked her."
"Ma'am?"
"Every detail. It's something I should know before turning in my .report."
"You don't mean you're going to tell anybody?"
"Every detail will be in confidence. Now, please tell me about one of the times you fucked Debbie."
Carl gulped. "Well, I fucked her twice a week, every week. I had my own car and she could only stay out late on the weekends."
"Tell me about one of those nights." Jo's blood was running warm.
"Well, they were all the same. As soon as Debbie got into the car she'd take off her panties so I could see her cunt."
"Did you touch her cunt?"
"Oh, yes. I always played with it the minute we got out on the road."
"And what did she do?"
"She'd take out my cock and jack me off."
Jo's eyes flew open. "Jacked you off! Even though she knew you were going to be screwing her within a few minutes?"
"That's why she jacked me off. I was always so hot that I'd come almost as soon as I got my prick inside of her. If she made me come first she knew I'd have to fuck her longer."
"Smart girl. Very well. Good. Did you have a special place where you parked?"
"Yes, ma'am. It was in the woods along an old cart road."
"And I suppose you both got into the back seat."
"Yes. We were both so horny we could hardly wait. We began fucking at once."
"Did you both come at the same time?"
"We tried to. Sometimes we'd miss. One of us would come first, but whoever did always helped the other to have an orgasm."
"How many times did you screw during an evening?"
"Always twice. Once in a while three times. We both had to be home by eleven o'clock."
Jo's bosom was heaving. Carl had gradually run his hand farther up her thigh, and she made no effort to stop him. Now he thrust his hand quickly up under her skirt and felt her ass.
"Oh, Miss Daniels, would you let me fuck you?"
Jo gasped, pretending shock. "Why, the very idea of suggesting such a thing!"
"Please!" he begged. "If you'd just let me fuck you once it would help me so much. You have such beautiful legs." His fingers were probing at the edge of her panties, trying to get at her twat.
"But I'm so much older than you."
"I'll be sixteen in less than a month. I'm grown up, Miss Daniels. I really am."
Jo dropped her eyes to his crotch. There was a sizeable bulge there.
"Very well," she said. "Take out your cock and show me just how grown up you are."
Fumbling in his haste, Carl unzipped himself and pulled out his dong. Jo could not restrain a slight gasp. He was grown up all right. Fully grown. Her loins were already beginning to ache with lust.
"Go over and lock the door," she said. "Then come back here."
Carl grinned and leaped to his feet. The moment he was gone, Jo flicked off her panties. This was too good to be true. This young boy had the biggest cock she'd ever seen. He was as big as, if not bigger than, she remembered Mario's being.
When he came back from locking the door, Jo ordered, "Take off your pants and shorts and lie down on the divan on your back."
Carl did as he was ordered. Jo lifted her skirt and, giving him a good look at her pussy, straddled him. She eased herself down onto him, slowly letting her cunt absorb the head of his big cock.
Instantly he began a series of wild, upthrusting jabs. Jo immediately lifted herself off of him. She reached down and seized his hips in a firm grasp.
"Whoa, boy! Take it easy! I'm not your Debbie."
She waited until he had quieted, until he looked up at her with tortured eyes. "Now, if you want me to screw you you'll have to do exactly as I say."
He nodded desperately. "I-I'll do anything," he gasped.
"I'm going to hold onto your hips. If you move them so much as an inch before I tell you to, the party's over. Is that understood?"
"Yes. Oh, yes, Miss Daniels."
Jo grinned softly and again lowered her twat, reached up under her skirt, and guided the head of his cock up the hole. She immediately returned her hand to his hip and held it solidly.
Jo began to glide up and down the shaft of his big prick, slowly at first, each glide a little faster than the one preceding. He had flinched at the first contact of her cunt, but fie didn't move his hips. She watched his face twist and turn in a tortured effort to obey her orders. She didn't feel sorry for him. This young man had to learn sometime and now was as good as any for him to learn.
Momentarily, Jo removed one hand from the boy's hip and lifted her skirt so that he could watch the action. Now she unbuttoned the top of her dress, took out one of her tits, and leaned forward. "Suck my tit," she said.
He devoured it, licked it, sucked out the nipples. Jo went weak. She felt the ripples of pleasure races across her back and the aching in her stomach. "That's enough now. That's enough." She straightened up but left the tit out. Her breathing was hard and her gliding strokes were faster now. She felt the beginning of her orgasm. She leaned forward again, removing her hands from his hips.
"All right," she hissed in his ear, "you can begin fucking me now. Give it all you can, Carl. Really drive your cock up into me. Give my cunt all you can. Wow! Move it!"
Carl grabbed her ass with both hands, arched his hips, and really drove his prick home. He was gasping, breathing wildly. She knew he had started to come. She was enjoying his wild antics.
She started to peak and lost all control. Her mouth flew open and she began to drool a little. Now whimpering, she ground her cunt down onto his cock.
She felt him explode inside her. "Shoot it into me, Carl! Give it all to me! Ohhhnnn! It feels sooooooooooo goooood!"
He didn't want her to get off after their orgasms were complete. He circled her ass with both his arms.
"Don't go!" he begged. "Don't!"
"Now stop that!" Jo said sternly. "You got what you wanted. Now, fix yourself up and get out of my office." She forced herself away from him and stood up. For a moment she stood looking down at him. He hadn't moved. "If you breathe one word of this to a soul, I'll have you arrested for rape." She picked up her panties. "I'm going into the bathroom. When I get back, I want to find you gone."
"But, Miss Daniels. I'm still horny. I need to fuck you again."
"Once is enough for now. I have other things to do."
"Just one more piece, please?" he begged.
"No! Now get out of here. I must get ready for another lecture."
"But I like to fuck. Heck I can fuck all night."
Jo looked down at him. Maybe he could hold up to it all night long. Young boys had plenty of stamina and this one had a cock to match. Perhaps, she decided, she might take him up on it some night. Smiling a bit, she said, "Perhaps later. Now get out of here."
She turned and left him there. Carrying her panties, she went into the bathroom and locked the door. She had left a douche in the medicine cabinet the day before, and now she slipped her panties back on, pulling them up over her shapely legs, then buttoned her dress. After touching up her hair she put on makeup. When she was satisfied that she once again looked as though, she were in control of the situation, she returned to her office. Carl had gone and she was glad. If he had not she decided that she might have invited him over to her cottage that same night.
Jo sat down at her desk and smiled. He was a good screw, that boy. Young and eager, and she really felt that he needed what she'd given him.
It was dangerous though, she reflected. What if they'd been caught? She decided that there would be no more fucking in her office.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Wednesday morning Jo sat in her office thinking about her life. Her insatiable desire for young boys seemed to be taking control of her. Surely, she thought, if I can put my finger on the cause I can affect a cure. It was as simple as that. Oh, she knew the reasons. Certainly, she decided. She did know the reasons and it all went back to that night with Mario when she was fourteen.
A sound interrupted her thoughts and she looked up from her desk when she heard her office door open; it was Dale Newcomb, the principal.
He stuck his head inside and looked around. "Are you alone?" She nodded, smiling. He stepped inside, locked the door, then looked at her sternly. "Miss Daniels, I believe you're doing more in this office than counseling. Is that correct?"
She turned, at the same time lifting her skirt a trifle higher. "What do you mean, Mr. Newcomb?"
He smiled now. "Call me Dale, and I mean fucking."
"Why, Mr.... uh, Dale, how can you say such a word? How can you harbor such thoughts?"
He smiled again. "Why do you think I hire only women teachers? And young ones at that? I believe sex is a part of a boy's growing up, his maturation. And of course, I like to have my pick of women, too."
He walked to Jo, bent over and gave her a warm, moist kiss, and at the same time he ran his hand up under her skirt and fondled her ass. He took his mouth away from hers, but kept his hand beneath her skirt. "I want you to be at my cottage tonight at eight sharp."
"Oh, Dale, that's wonderful!" But she wondered if he would turn her on as much as the boys had. Perhaps if she pretended he was just a boy; after all, he did have a young face and he was slender. It might work. And, she couldn't refuse him. He might get mad and fire her.
He smiled. "I intend to fuck you until you cry for me to stop! That's a promise!"
"That's wonderful!" Jo said as she reached out to take hold of his cock.
He stopped her with a shake of his head. "Don't. I don't want to go out of here with my pants bulging."
She glanced down at his crotch. "You're already bulging."
"Mmmmmmm," he grunted, "so I am."
"You'd better run some cold water on your prick before you leave." She pretended to come up with an idea. "Or we can go into the back room and you can fuck me now," she added.
He shook his head. "We'll save the fucking and other things for tonight." He took her hand and pressed it up against his cock. "However, since I'm going to have to use the cold water treatment anyhow, you can at least give me a feel. Come to think of it, I'd better give you one, too."
She had instantly begun to squeeze and rub his prick. She opened her legs and gasped with pleasure when she felt his hand pressing and moving against her panty-clad cunt. It did feel good to her and she didn't have to pretend that it was arousing to her. "You know, Dale," she said, "just thinking about you makes me warm all over. When you touch me it's like an electric current running through my entire body."
He kissed her again and straightened up. "I'm late for a meeting now. Don't forget. Eight sharp."
"Nothing in the world could make me forget." He went into the restroom and she heard water running in the sink. She wished she could be with him to hold his prick while he ran the cold water over it. But that, she decided, would defeat his purpose.
When Dale came out of the restroom, Jo was bent over her desk. Thoughts of Dale and the night to come were constantly in her mind. Her eyes were shining when she reached home. Jenny took one look at her and said, "Don't tell me. I already know."
"Know what?"
"Dale has ordered you over to his cottage tonight."
"As a matter of fact, he has. He dropped into my office this morning, gave me a fast feel, a juicy kiss, and extended the invitation."
Jenny laughed. "I like that. 'Extended the invitation.' Gave you your orders, you mean."
Jo gave the other girl a shrewd look. "Did I understand you to say that you knew?"
"Yep. I was in talking to his secretary early this morning. Dale called on the intercom and told her to cancel a business meeting he had tonight. She reminded him that it was an important meeting, but he insisted." Jenny laughed. "I guessed the rest. That guy's really got a hard-on for you, Jo."
Jo smiled and said, "If he hasn't a hard-on now, he will have tonight. I can promise." What had gotten into her, she wondered. She had been talking like a brazen hussy for the past weeks; ever since she had taken this job. Jenny always treated everything about sex open and frank, and Jo found she had fallen into the same pattern.
Later, after taking her shower, Jo got out the powder blue dress, panties and bra. She tried on the panties first. They were not much more than a G-string with wide meshes through which her pubic hair showed. She picked up the half bra.
Jenny, who was watching, said, "Forget the bra. It has shoulder straps and will be too much of a nuisance to get off. Also, if I ever saw a pair of tits that didn't need a bra, they're yours."
Jo smiled. "I think you're right. I mean, the part about it being too much of a nuisance to get off." She tossed the bra onto her bed.
"Jo," Jenny said, "I have a pair of sheer, sheer navy blue nylons that would do wonders for that powder blue outfit and those sexy legs of yours."
Jenny got the nylons and Jo put them on. She slid her feet into a pair of silver slippers and stood up.
"Oh, Jen, they're beautiful! Thanks a million. I should have thought to buy some when we were in town. I'll return the favor by letting you wear my panties whenever you want."
"You can return the favor by whacking Dale's cock a good one for not ordering me over tonight. I'm horny as hell."
"Poor baby," Jo offered.
Jo got the dress and slipped it on. It was a button-down-the-front affair, low cut in the neck, tight at the waist. The skirt was extremely short, barely reaching a quarter of the way down her thighs. Jo arranged the neckline so that only her nipples were covered.
"Wow!" Jenny exclaimed. "Honey, you'd better wear a coat over that when you leave this cottage."
"I intend to," Jo smiled. "No one's ever going to see me in this dress but Dale. No other man, that is."
"Are you falling for him?" Jenny asked, surprise in her voice.
"Maybe," Jo said. She couldn't decide to whom she was lying; Jenny or herself.
Wearing a light coat, Jo left a few minutes before eight. She was mildly excited. Dale's cottage was only two houses away, and she was ringing his doorbell exactly on the hour. The door opened at once, and she stepped quickly inside. Dale was wearing his robe. He seized her at once, crushing her body against his.
"My beautiful Jo," he crooned, running his hand over her back and down over her hips. "I've been looking forward to this all day. More than you could ever guess."
Jo could feel his hard cock pressing up against her belly, and she practically swooned with the joy of it.
"Here, let me help you off with your coat." He slid the coat down over her shoulders and threw it aside. Then he stepped back and said, "Jo! What a beautiful, sexy dress!" "Do you really like it?"
"I love it!" Momentarily he sobered. "You don't intend to wear it in your office?"
"Of course not, silly. I bought it just for you."
"I was going to say, we wouldn't be able to keep the kids' minds on anything but sex, and sex is only part of our curriculum." He smiled at her and said, "Come here."
"Wait! I want you to look at my panties first."
He lifted up her skirt and looked. "Jo, they're absolutely terrific. And those navy blue nylons do wonders for both the dress and your panties. I can practically have an orgasm just looking."
"You'd better not! All of your orgasms belong to me-tonight." She threw her arms about him wildly, lifting her mouth to be kissed, her tongue to be sucked. "Dale! Oh, darling Dale! I'm so glad to be here."
He kissed her long and hard, working over her mouth with his lips and tongue, fondling her ass, pressing his prick against her belly.
They broke after a long moment and Jo said, "Please take off that robe. It's hiding something I truly love." She tried to imagine how Jenny would react and what she would say. It wasn't that Dale was not sexy, it was something else. He just wasn't a young boy. She accepted this but realized that if she wanted to keep her job she had to make him believe she was wild to crawl into the sack with him.
He laughed, removed the robe, and threw it to one side. She reached down and took hold of his rigid, throbbing cock and began to stroke it. She had to admit that it was a very large cock, but somehow on young boys,'the size of the cock was much more emphasized by the size of the boys.
"Careful, honey," Dale said. "Remember how much nicer it is if we arouse each other first Let's spend some time at that, huh?"
He swept Jo up into his arms and carried her to a divan. Placing her on his lap, he immediately reached up and pushed the edge of her neckline away from her tit and began sucking it hungrily. At the same time he reached up beneath her skirt and caressed her thighs. Jo merely stroked his hair.
Presently he stood her on her feet. Together, they removed her dress and Dale carefully put it aside. Jo started to remove her panties.
"No! Wait!" he interrupted, staring at her crotch. "Those are the sexiest pair of panties I've ever seen." Looking up at her, he asked, "Can you do a grind and a few bumps?"
"Do what?" Her voice was smooth and she was in control of herself.
"You know, act like a dancer, a belly dancer."
"I'll try." She put her hands behind her head, crooked her knees, arched out her hips and, smiling at him wickedly, executed a perfect grind. Watching, he sucked in his breath. Stepping closer, she executed a bump. The second one ended when she threw her cunt up within a hair of his face.
He uttered a growling sound, grabbed her around the ass, and buried his face against her panties. A moment later he had stripped off the panties and was burying his face in her pubic hair, fingering her pussy. She reached down and took hold of his cock, squeezing it, fondling it. Now she purred at him, in a voice she thought he might like, "Oh, darling, darling! When? How long are you going to make me wait?"
"Not another minute. We'll have a quickie. Right now. Right here on the floor."
Gently he put her down on her back on the floor. She spread her legs wide and he got in between them. Both of them were aflame with desire and passion. Jo reached up, took hold of his cock, and guided it into the hole.
Dale began screwing her savagely.
Jo gasped as he began to fuck. His ass rose and fell, his groin slamming against her upturned cunt with every stroke and his cock blasting the length of her vaginal tube. It pounded, plunged, like a great, hot piston.
She grunted involuntarily with each blow. "Uh! Unh! Unh!"
He seemed to drive her into the floor with his thrusts, and the thick carpeting seemed to spring back to position her for each one that followed.
On his backstrokes, she felt the bulk of his cock-head withdraw along her passage to the tightness of her cunt, and on the forward plunges, he plowed to the upper regions of her belly. He fucked with a brutal urgency that gave her an uneasy feeling of lost identity. She felt as if she had become a faceless, nameless, fur-ringed cunt for him to release his tensions into.
The sensation was a frightening one, but it began to thrill her at the same time. She enjoyed the unaccustomed role of "object" and the sense of helplessness. As if reading her confused thoughts, Dale seized her wrists and pinned them over her head, pressing them deeply into the rug while his cock pounded harder in her.
Leaning far over her while he fucked, his weight on her extended legs, he raised her ass and threw her own weight on her shoulders and upper back. Her hips had no restraints to prevent full, savage rotary undulation. She twisted them and thrust with primitive abandon at his groin, feeling as if she were pivoting on the great cock that impaled her. All of the events of the day crowded into her consciousness to amplify her sensitivity and deepen her lust. She tried to imagine it was one of her young student boys; one who had come to her with sex problems.
As she fantasized, Dale's cock pinned the entire picture together, speared through her cunt, and thrust rudely through each of the scenes.
The orgasm she had waited so long to experience and one she hadn't imagined Dale could bring about was upon her before she realized what was happening. Her belly knotted for an instant-a glorious, breath-stopping convulsion that paralyzed her and filled her with a sense of impending violence-then broke into powerful, rhythmic contractions that seemed to crush Dale's cock in waves of milking action. An overpowering tremor seized her. She flung her head backward into the yielding carpeting and tensed her legs to force her cunt tightly against Dale's groin.
"Christ!" Dale yelled, the sound exploding from him. "You got a vise, not a cunt! AGHHH!"
He blasted against her distended pussy, grinding the base of his cock into the puffy mounds of her labia and trapping her clitoris between his pelvic arch and hers.
She couldn't distinguish between his explosive grunts and her own gasping groans. She realized vaguely that he was caught in the same tremor that was shaking her; she felt as if the entire living room were in the throes of an earthquake. The tension that had mounted so high drained away, but she still floated somewhere in the depths of a sea of ecstasy that she wanted never to lose. She alternately tensed and relaxed, magnifying her orgasmic contractions and forcing them to expand to include her whole body.
At last she felt her spasms subsiding. In a fog of overstressed senses, she let herself slip away from the dizzying peak of excitement she had mounted. For the first time, she became aware of the pooled heat in her belly where Dale's semen had collected and of the rapid softening of his buried cock. She expelled her breath in a long, tremulous sigh and gazed at the young-looking face above hers.
"My God, Dale!" she whispered. "What did you do!"
"Hard to beat that kind of show, isn't it Jo?"
"Wow!" was all she could say.
They lay together for a time. Jo was certain she had never perspired so heavily with any of the young boys. Nor had any of them ever seemed quite so heavy on her as Dale. Dale refused to release her legs, and after a brief effort to free them she resigned herself to the grotesque position indefinitely. His balls now hung loosely in the crack of her ass, the wiry hair pricking her anus and the inner curves of her asscheeks. His cock was soft, but it still filled her cunt with warm flesh.
Her boss was mumbling. She listened without comment. If she understood him correctly, he was planning a whole series of sexual exploits for the remainder of her stay at the school. It sounded to her as if she'd spend her entire time naked, ass uptilted, acting as a receptacle for Dale's inexhaustible cock. There were times when she thought she made out weird kinds of activities in his slurred speech-when she wondered how far out he might go with his sex. But she couldn't believe she'd heard him; she convinced herself that she was merely overwrought and imagining things.
When Dale finally did pull free of her and released her legs, she detected a speculative undercurrent in the hungry stare he gave her. My God! she thought. He looks as if we were just starting! She rolled clear of him and scrambled to her feet.
"God, I'm beat!" she complained. "Must be the altitude."
"Hmmmm." He looked faintly irritated. "We're not that high."
"I've had it. Oh, Dale, it was just so much!" She tried to get into her clothes without seeming to be in a frantic rush. She was certain she was disappointing her host-or worse. And in retrospect she felt she had deliberately refused to admit her earlier uneasiness.
"Do you remember what I said I was going to do the next time we were together?" Dale asked.
"Of course I remember," Jo said. "You said you were going to taste my cunt." She hoped he wouldn't want to do anything else now. She wanted to get back to the safety of her own cottage:
"I'm going to do more than taste it, Jo dear. I'm going to suck it, eat it." He looked at her. "And what will you be doing?"
She looked at him, knowing the answer he expected. "Why, I'm going to be sucking your cock, of course."
He laughed and kissed her.
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm going to make you scream for help," Dale said as he knelt over her.
The words seared through Jo and she moaned with a shivering thrill that chased up her spine. She felt her thighs fall wide apart again and her pelvis lifted upward. Dale's fingers pressured the tunnel's gates and then slipped inside to pluck at the swollen tissues. His lips ran over the smooth abdomen and into Jo's pubes and along the satiny flesh of her inner thighs, and his breath bathed Jo's skin with warm feathers of delight. Jo felt his mouth open, and his soft lips crushed down over the springy pubic curls. His tongue wrapped around the silky hairs and licked them clean of the droplets of dew that had gathered on them.
Jo let her head roll back, and with her eyes closed, she moaned in absolute ecstasy as Dale's experienced mouth subjected her body to his will, and made it wiggle and writhe with thrills that she had never in her life experienced at the hands of an older man.
She felt him moving and changing positions at her thighs, and she glanced down to see Dale spreading her pussy and kneeling between her open legs. Dale gazed down into the depths of Jo's open cunt, and his eyes went soft and hot. His hard tongue slid out and licked over the shiny surfaces of the lips and went back in again. His cock stabbed downward as if trying to dive into her body, too.
"Oh, wow!" Jo cried wildly.
Dale's tongue and lips nipped and slid over her oiled cunt in a way that was beyond description.
There was no possible way for Jo to stop her oiled cunt and body from responding. Dale's warm mouth covered the clear-flowing spring and drank the fluids, and then his hands kneaded the taut ass-cheeks that were quivering with passion.
Jo's mind shot upward to delirious heights as the vibrations rocketed up her spine and shook her brain nearly senseless. The steady probing of the tongue churned her flesh into a seething cauldron of desire.
Jo went up so high she couldn't tell for certain when her orgasm began or ended or if it had done either. When Dale lifted his mouth from the pulsing well, Jo felt herself stop her movements, and she began to sail evenly through a star-studded, beautiful sky.
"Your turn now, Jo," Dale's voice said and brought her out of her pleasure trip.
Jo knelt over him and took the object in her hands. She rolled it softly in her palms and felt a slight stiffening in the thick prick. After a minute she lowered her head and put her moist lips around the rosy knob that was shining in its wetness. She swallowed it once, deeply, then raised back up and looked at him. "Am I doing it right?"
"Go to it!" Dale said excitedly.
"Amen," Jo said, dipping her head for another suck at his cock. This time she let the length of the thick, rosy penis go into her throat. She held it there a moment, then let her tongue curl around it and tickle the underside of the throbbing organ as she brought her head back up. She gripped it at its base, measuring its unbelievable dimensions. It was so big! Up went her hand, past swollen veins, along its proud length to just below its head where she lingered. She squeezed below the head and watched the wetness at the tip grow. Dale moaned loudly and reached out and grabbed at her hair.
Delicately she licked the drop from the head, then dug the tip of her tongue into his little opening. She kissed and nuzzled along its length, breathing on him hotly. She made warm, animal noises in her throat and heard him respond.
She tickled her tongue along its base, up the sides, and back down again to bury her lips in his crinkly pubic hair. She lifted his balls and held them tenderly as she licked them. She opened her mouth wide and took one carefully inside, loving the feeling of its movement in her mouth.
Suddenly she took the head of his prick in her mouth again, sucking strongly, running her tongue around it, moaning like an animal. She could taste the semen which had gathered there since her last suck. His body tightened and his fingers pulled at her hair. She moved around on the bed so Dale could reach her moist cunt When his finger found its way inside her she moaned loudly.
Soon, it was clearly beyond her control. She didn't give a damn about anything anymore. Sex was the thing. She tried to concentrate on the prick in her mouth, tried to use all the technique Jenny had taught her. She lowered her mouth on it, opening her exquisite cheeks over its breadth and her throat down its length, slipping her wet lips up and down, lingering with her tongue on the head to swirl deliciously, then plunging down again to bury it in her throat.
But she was further along than Dale was. He was too good with his finger; he knew how to bring her up. She moaned, her mouth full, as her body began the dance of orgasm. The ache was too strong to be satisfied this way, no matter how good it felt. She let it build for a moment, grinding her cunt on his sweet, wet hand until she knew it was only a matter of seconds before she exploded.
Dale knew instinctively what Jo was thinking. He hadn't been screwing women all these years without learning a few things about them. He pushed her off his cock and pulled her up to him. Her large tits quivered as they rubbed against his body. The tiny clitoris pressed against his leg as she was pulled forward. When she reached the level of his prick with her moist cunt, she rubbed the head of his cock with her clit until she'd gained the level of pleasure she had before. She was coming. Her stomach grew weak with desire and she let herself fall, slipping down its great, gleaming length until she writhed on it in mindless, greedy abandon. She was coming as his cock rammed against her cervix. She melted in ecstasy, shivered through a series of pleasure waves until she couldn't fuck his mouth with her tongue, but had to hiss her satisfaction in his ear.
Everything went red and black and she quivered and plunged into the depths of her orgasm, mindless of time or place.
When she regained her sense she rose from his cock, hearing the sweet suction. As his enormous cock came away from the place in which it had supplied so much pleasure, she knelt again between his legs.
She took his cock into her mouth, loving the taste of her own juice. She ran her wet lips up and down it, knowing that softness was what he needed first. Gentle, soft sucking, and maybe some psychological warfare.
"I love doing this," she told Dale. "I want you to come in my mouth." She moaned over the head of his cock. "I've never had anyone come in my mouth, and I want to taste it."
Already the juice, of their recent fucking was gone and her lips moved on their own wetness. She knew it wouldn't be long.
And it wasn't. "Ohhhhh!" he moaned, helpless in the early stages of his orgasm. "Ohhhh!"
His pelvis jerked, throwing his huge cock up into her mouth. She tried to cushion everything with her lips, but his movements were wild. Cruelly, he jammed his enormous organ into her throat. His moans were louder than hers and even more blissful to her ears. She loved it!
She felt the first hot gush with her tongue, and she was ready for its re-entry. She sucked madly, swallowing automatically. It rammed again into her throat and she let it ram as far as it could, sucking and swallowing as it receded. Again, and again, and again, until her mind clouded with bliss. She felt her cunt contract and relax in a kind of sympathetic orgasm. She'd never believed that possible-that she could come while sucking a cock.
When he went soft she crawled back up into his arms and lay quietly. She reached with one hand and held his limp cock lovingly. Dale placed his hand between her legs, the flat of it up against her cunt. She loved feeling it there. It gave her a sense of being, and a sense of security.
Jo started home in the early dawn. She walked slowly, limping a little. Her pussy was sore. She smiled, remembering that it was Dale's beautiful cock that had made it sore. She hoped it would stay sore a long time. It would be a reminder of the night, a night when she felt she had overcome her attachment for boys.
Dale had screwed her steadily during the last half hour she had laid with him. Neither of them had been able to come, but it was a sweet and beautiful experience. He fucked her with slow and measured strokes. He had kissed her, sometimes passionately and sometimes tenderly. He had fondled her tits, and she had reached around and played with his balls.
As Jo approached Jenny's cottage, the front door opened and a man hurried down the walk, got into his car and drove off. She smiled to herself. Good old Jen. Leave it to her not to spend an evening alone.
The dressing table light was burning in the bedroom. Jenny was sprawled on her bed, sleeping peacefully. She was lying on her side, more face down than otherwise. Her hair was rumpled, her mouth without lipstick. One tit was completely exposed, the other crushed beneath her body. She had tried to cover herself with a sheet but had apparently been too exhausted to complete the job. Her pussy hairs were exposed.
Jo reached down and gently drew the sheet over the other girl.
Afterward, she removed her powder blue dress. She felt like crying. Suddenly it had lost its sexy glamour and had become rather pathetic-looking. She kicked off her shoes, stripped off her nylons, then removed her panties.
She was so glad to have finally rid herself of the love for young boys. She knew Dale had aroused something in her. It was good! So good with him! She'd never need a young boy again.
Naked, she stood in front of the full-length mirror. Then, picking up a robe, she sat at the table. She remembered Mario and all the boys that followed years later. It had been good with them too, and really, there was nothing wrong in her teaching them sex, giving them their first fucking. Oh, she rationalized, I kept them from growing up inhibited. She sat at the table for a long time and felt her body go through all kinds of reactions. Images of what the first boy had done popped into her mind with terrible urgency, and she squeezed them out again and again.
There was a faint burning sensation between her thighs that turned to a tickling itch. She could feel her womb expanding and contracting with irregular spasms, and her nipples began to feel warm.
She stood up to go back into the bedroom and take a shower and go to bed, or do something that would occupy her mind and rid it of the thoughts all her young boys had put there in one way or another. She felt her robe stick to the chair seat and give a gentle tug across her abdomen as if she'd spilled some syrup there and hadn't wiped it up.
She looked down and gasped with shock. A sense of betrayal washed over her again, as if her body were determined to undermine her all the way. A big, glistening wet spot was on the seat of the chair. She looked quickly and saw a matching stain on the back of her robe, and nearly cried with frustration.
The shudders that had shaken her body hadn't been from fear-they'd been from desire! While her mind had rejected the images of a young boy's penis, her body had' accepted it totally and signified so by making her cunt gush forth its sticky syrup in a terrible amount.
Horrified, she ran into the other room and stripped her clothes from her body and jumped into the cold shower until her teeth were chattering and her skin was peppered with goosebumps.
Only then did she feel safe in coming out to try to think this thing through rationally.
It was daylight now and she didn't feel sleepy. When Jo had toweled herself dry she walked into the bedroom and stood in front of the mirror again. She surveyed herself as if taking a last look at her body, or was it the first look-she couldn't decide which.
She watched her breasts swell and her nipples surge forward readily, then she cupped her tits in her palms and groaned with lust, making them swell outward toward the mirror. As soon as the sound had escaped her lips, she blushed. God! Even the cold shower hadn't cooled the fires burning inside her. She needed a boy and fast! Her hips began revolving, and her legs parted. Her golden bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops of moisture formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls, loading her mat like a paint brush dipped in molten gold.
From behind the open door, she saw Carl, the boy who had been so lonesome for his girl, Debbie. She started to cry out in alarm, but then Carl noticed the sleeping Jenny and he put a finger to his lips; "shhh" it was saying. He undressed, leaving his clothes on the floor in a pile and walked toward Jo.
She didn't feel as if she would or could even be able to separate reality from fantasy. It was Carl, but yet it was as if she were in a trance herself.
She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her pink cunt-lips puff up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. She could feel the ripples of need undulating along its length, making it stretch and grow soft and slippery and warm inside, readying itself for something. Jo was unaware of what, but she felt as if she had to have something inserted in it. Maybe something belonging to Carl, dream or not
Her ass-cheeks trembled fleshily as her bottom rocked and screwed back and forth, and she could see the flush of health and desire that crept all over her skin.
Carl had approached her now and was on his knees, his nose near her rear. Jo could see his reflection in the mirror. She started to jump away, then froze momentarily. She decided to pretend to ignore him.
She bent over slightly as if to examine her breasts more closely. She felt the tip of Carl's nose around the sensitive area of her thighs and crotch. Feeling the touches of his nose, even though it was cold, caused her to shiver with pleasure.
She squatted slightly, bending her knees so that her inner thighs turned outward receptively for his tongue, should he decide to lick her.
Sure enough, Carl's tongue flicked out and ran up the hollow of her groin and brought more shivers to her skin where it touched. It passed up the tender, trembling flesh of her lower abdomen, tangling through the damp pubes and leaving a streak of slippery moisture that glistened under the light.
Now Carl moved around on his knees in front of her and she still pretended he wasn't there. She closed her eyes and acted as though nothing was happening, except in her own imagination.
Carl licked at her belly button as if trying to penetrate it, and then passed on, tongue licking, to the hollow between her breasts. When the tongue was lapping at the space between her tits, he moaned and squeezed her tits together firmly, delighting in the feel of that solid hunk of tongue her breasts were wrapped around.
Tingles ran all through her chest and made her nipples swell to the bursting point with the wild passion building inside her.
Her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her puffy labia were spread wide, like slitted petals of a bruised flower. It was still sore from Dale's working over, but she never really felt the pain.
She watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as Carl continued to lick downward.
He reached her belly again and moved toward her crotch, his tongue parting her pubes on its silky path. She felt it move along the downward-pointing root of her clit and then out to the throbbing tip. Jolts of electric shock fired through her pelvis and made her buttocks tremble. Her throat opened wide to let out a groan of passion, and her pelvis bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately needed.
Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widening the gap at her crotch, and saw the round orifice, dark and silky as a mineshaft of gold ore. The tip of Carl's tongue slid along the slippery folds of the inner lips and paused at the entrance.
She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if working up the courage to go ahead and let the tongue fill her body with its fire.
She watched it all in the mirror. The effect was devastating to her desire. The wide tongue slid tightly past the opening of her cunt and caused moisture to trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had punctured the swollen flesh of a ripe fruit and caused it to squirt obscenely.
Then the sucking motion began again, and she could feel the tongue jerking and lapping as her pussy eagerly swallowed the small offering it had received and was begging for more.
Carl pushed farther and his tongue popped inside her. Her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs as her body accommodated the hot tongue. She groaned and rocked back and forth, fearing she would have to prop her buttocks on something to keep from falling over.
She realized, too, now, that Carl was real and not a part of her previous fantasy. He was giving her the licking of her life.
His tongue slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of delight. She could see her abdomen bloating as she swallowed the length of his tongue; how could a tongue reach so far into her, she questioned, but her pussy only hungered for more.
She tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that tongue all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and come.
At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back any longer. Her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come before it was time for her to.
She felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at this moment. Yet she knew that this was only the beginning. Dale had screwed her until she thought she couldn't screw again and it was good. But this, well, she decided this was all together different. At the moment, she had a young boy's tongue inside her cunt. Soon she would feel his juvenile cock probing her depths. She shivered uncontrollably in anticipation.
She moved over toward her bed, trying to keep from arousing Jenny. She didn't want to share Carl. She sat on the floor beside the bed, drawing her knees up. She spread them widely and put her hands at her crotch. She looked down the curving length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She could see it clearly in the mirror, because Carl was licking at it from her side. The sight thrilled her, and she suddenly wanted his cock inside her.
Patting her pussy, Jo motioned for him to fuck her.
He rose up and, catching her arm between his two hands, he made her feel his cock, now hard as a rock and hitting her in the side. She pulled him around in front of her again and pushed her titties outward so his cock would strike them as he pumped his hard-on against her flesh. She thrilled at the touch of the hard, stabbing sex object, briefly entertaining the idea of taking it in her mouth and letting him fuck her there. But, from deep inside her, a longing for it to be buried in her cunt welled upward, and she discarded the idea.
What an extraordinary sight it was to closely view a juvenile cock, all red and wet-looking, swollen into a mass of satisfying pleasure. What a great thrill also, to have that long wet cock fucking away at her titties, she thought. Jo found new strength and suddenly got to her feet, Carl clinging to her side frantically and continuing with his fucking movement. She dragged him to the bed and lay down on it, face down, her ass on the edge of the bed, and her knees on the floor.
Carl was on her instantly, clutching at the roundness of her ass in order to get a hold. Jo could feel his stabbing cock striking the flesh of her ass. God, his penis was so hard! It hit her with all the force of a hammer, actually causing a great degree of pain when it repeatedly struck her flesh. No matter, she figured, she wanted that stabbing prick inside her, so she enjoyed it in a perverse way. God, she wanted it inside of her. She waited with her breath held in for him to strike the correct spot. He {lid so almost immediately, wildly, frantically plunging his hard cock up her ass instead of her cunt, and doing it so roughly that she nearly passed out from the hellish pain of it. It was indescribable and frightening. Her heart pounded wildly and she knew she was experiencing the greatest thrill of her lifetime, and perhaps, the greatest thrill she would ever know.
"Oh, my God!" Jo moaned in a whisper as Carl pumped his long, narrow hard cock into her asshole. "Oh, oh."
She heard him go "shhhhhh" again, and she tried to smother her voice. Jo was almost crying. She stopped moaning words and merely groaned for a time. He was hurting her terribly now but she was having mixed feelings about the pain. It was both horrible and wonderful.
Soon, however, the horrible part ceased to be, and she knew only the wonderful feeling. Her breathing was fast now and when she realized this she also noted Carl's breathing was rapid and agonized. He was hugging her middle with a ferociousness that bespoke sexual intensity she would not have formerly believed possible in any boy, or man for that matter. Carl's cock seemed to grow longer and bigger by the moment, was thrusting into her so far she could actually feel the force of the thump as it struck dead end. This didn't frighten her-it merely served to make her more passionate, if that was possible. She was already so hot she could scarcely breathe. Each time his prick stabbed into her, it caused her to have sudden moments of sweet weakness, losing all track of time.
"Oh ... my God!" she moaned in a soft whisper over and over again. "So good. So ... good!"
Carl was making a sound in his throat now that was not unlike a whine of pain and anguish. She wondered briefly if this act were hurting him, too, and decided it probably was, in one way or another.
He squirted off in her suddenly and she became almost unbelievably weak from the excitement of receiving the boy's hot come.
"Oh fuck me, Carl... fuck ... me!" she muttered, her voice sounding as if it were coming from a far-off place. "Oh sweet Jesus ... that's so good!"
Jo spread her legs farther apart, and the boy instantly recognized this as an opportunity to go deeper into her asshole, and promptly did so, causing her to cry out half in pain and half in ecstasy. The young boy's cock felt as if it must be at least ten inches long, with the middle part more than two inches in diameter, but it really wasn't, she knew. The ruthless, quick, darting, savagely stabbing way he used it only made it seem so. He obviously needed a fuck tonight more than he did the day he came in for counseling about Debbie-and he was getting it
Jo suddenly had an orgasm that left her so weak she nearly fell to the floor, but with an effort of will, she held herself up on the bed by digging her hands into the bedspread. The cock was deep inside her ass, going around and around in driving movement, causing the flesh of it to bulge outward against the walls of her pussy as the head of it pounded against the insides of her rectum. The vibrations inside came at a maddening rate and made her flesh shake as if everything solid were being torn loose and turning to quivering jelly against all rules of reason.
Her ass lifted and made her cunt quake wantonly below his cock. She clutched at the bed and screamed hoarsely as shock after shock tossed her being from peak to higher peak and plunged her into the deepest valleys, only to lift her up again to further soaring heights.
But as one shock after another shot through her, she knew she was smiling with pure happiness, utter joy, and that her throaty screams had become a song, telling the world that she was alive and happy.
Everything started graying out, and she knew she'd about reached her limit for now. But she wasn't ready to stop. She couldn't control her spasming flesh. She knew her cunt was flowing freely with pure, clear juices.
Carl was moving with such great speed, his rear end was whipping down on her butt so fiercely, that a new kind of pain began. Her flesh and muscles were hurting. Carl was clinging to her hips with his two arms as if he feared she might fly out from under him. He scratched at her with his fingernails, but she didn't mind this; in fact, she barely noticed it. For just as it happened she hit her peak again quickly, wildly, wonderfully, as she was swept by another and far greater orgasm. This one left her so physically weak she started graying out again. Then the grayness lifted and was replaced by a warm golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper, her head going gently around in swooning circles as she came down and down, like a circling bird seeking a perch on which to light.
Time had no meaning. There was no time. There was only, total satisfaction and the glorious pleasure of uninhibited release. She knew it was good, but her mind couldn't form words to express what she could only feel.
She started sliding backward off the bed. When she was on the floor, her knees were still holding her ass in the air, so her collapse did not affect Carl's fucking movements. He kept on, and continued to swell inside her to the point where she thought he would never stop. Then suddenly he released a full stream of come into her asshole. It came out as a thin stream for the first few seconds but quickly thickened and increased in volume and force. Jo thought afterwards that it had felt somewhat like having a hot-water faucet shoved up her ass and turned on full force.
And then it was over.
Jo lay whimpering on the floor, her ass still sticking up on the air, held up in part by Carl's massive prick buried deeply inside her asshole. It was not until much later that the cock diminished in size and slipped from her aching, stretched ass. Jo now passed out from sheer excitement.
When she came to, Carl had left the room and was gone from sight. She looked over to where he had undressed. His clothes were gone too. He had been there she knew. Her sore asshole belied the fact that it was one of her fantasies.
She got to her feet, noticing that Jenny was still asleep and had slept through it all. Slipping on a robe, she lay on the bed to doze until the alarm went off.
Sleep did come and it was a deep sleep, bothered only occasionally by naked images of young boys running around, their hard penises waving in the air. She tried to gather them all to her, but she couldn't hold onto any of them.
CHAPTER TEN
Jo awoke fresh and rested. Jenny had already left for her early morning class. Jo's first appointment was for ten, and since Jenny knew this she had reset the alarm. Jo couldn't remember its going off in the first place. Perhaps Jenny had awakened without it and ... it didn't matter, Jo decided. It was good to feel so alive.
She had a hold on her emotions now. She knew what was ahead. She'd enjoy Dale, so she could keep this wonderful, wonderful job.
She bathed for a long time, letting the warm water run over her skin in satiny waves as if washing away the lust she'd been wallowing in. The aroma of the perfumed soap wafted into her nostrils and made her heady with anticipation.
Her hands slid up and down her body, cupping her" breasts softly, teasing around the swelling nipples with slippery fingers.
She washed carefully between her thighs, letting her fingers dip into the gap of her cunt to clean it and perfume it, and at the same time cause her to shiver with little thrills of delight. She wanted to feel her body glowing and tingling sensitively so that she would be attuned to everything that was going to happen during the day.
She got out her big powder puff and patted her body with clouds of sweet-smelling powder until it was silky smooth all over. It clung to her damp curls and glistened like miniature sequins around her bloated cunt-lips.
Jo glanced down and realized that she was still vibrantly titillated all over. The proof was in the way her labia swelled and drew in and puffed but again, as if eager to receive a hard young cock. It was obvious in the way her powdered breasts were full and lifting and softly rounded, as if eager to be cupped by warm, caressing palms. And her lips were unusually rosy and full, and her eyes more blue than normal.
It was obvious to Jo that she was looking forward to the coming day in a totally feminine way. Ripples of pleasure ran through her and made the firm flesh of her buttocks quiver with excitement. She shivered deliciously and dabbed powder over her pussy in thick clouds and felt delightfully sexy doing it.
She had been going to wear panties, but now decided not to as she dressed in a very low-cut, short dress.
Thinking ahead, she tried to remember how many boys had appointments with her today. The twins ... no, Carl maybe, but no, the names were all new to her. New boys, new cocks, new naked bodies. So many young bodies to awaken. Maybe some of them would be fucking her for the first time. Maybe they would be getting their first fuck from her. Oh, she intended to teach them well so they wouldn't have hangups.
The thought, as sweet as it was, made her hurry so she could get to her office on time.
