Every normal man (woman) in matters of sex, when examined carefully enough, is found to show some abnormal elements, and the abnormal man is merely manifesting in a disordered or extravagant shape some phase of the normal man. It is not, therefore, because a sexual act is a deviation that it becomes deserving of censure. This view once prevailed. A narrow conception of what is "natural" was held, everything else was "unnatural" and to be reviled, if not to be punished, even severely punished, for it was perhaps a crime and at the very least, a sin.
Today, the enlightened conclusion reached by medical men is that the abnormal gratification of the sexual impulse, however unusual or repugnant, calls for no condemnation or interference. This greater tolerance is not only a matter of correcting injustices inflicted on those who vary from the norm, but it adds weight to the whole social constitution and a new stability to
CHAPTER ONE
It was mad and she knew it, but as well had Janice Arlen known all along that she would eventually give in to the inevitable temptation. She hadn't changed in nature, only environment, and the latter was hardly strong enough to accomplish what her feelings for Ken Rivers had been unable to do. Anyway, she didn't want to think of that, or him, nor anything of a nature which might destroy her plans ... not now ... and not ever again!
She sipped at her third vodka-tonic, placed it silently on her vanity and began to remove her blouse. Wild tingles of aroused anticipation began to excitedly ferment in her belly and loins. Throughout the morning, in the back of her mind as she'd sat beside each of her little piano students giving them their lessons, the lurid scheme had formulated, as if of its own instigation and she had actively played no part in it. Of course, that too was ridiculous, but at that very moment it was logical because she wished it so.
He was her next student, a half-hour away and the last one of the day! God, had she actually planned that, too ... those three-months back when she'd first arrived in Shale Canyon and opened her studio? Was it possible that her lecherous young mind was even conniving then toward the forbidden seductions it knew were unavoidable? Of course ... of course ... what else? Sweet and loveable Dickie Edwards ... what a beautiful boy he was at fourteen ... so fair and bright-eyed, his young body visibly developing beneath the clean white T-shirts and tight blue jeans he wore ... Yes, they were always tight weren't they ... the obvious swell of his youthful genitals ever present to taunt her!
An erotic little shiver rippled over Jan's soft; incited flesh, causing the resilient mounds of her rounded white breasts to quiver in their nakedness as she slipped off her bra. Sensuously, she cupped them, smoothing her slender hands upward from her waist to provocatively lift their firmly pointed fullness in a narcissistic caress, sensing their tiny pink nipples hardening, and she leaned closer to watch the secret process in the vanity mirror. Once more, a little hedonistic tremor fluttered over her.
Quickly, she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, then rolled her tiny nylon pan ties down over her smoothly curved hips, letting them puddle at her feet. She stepped back to better observe the near-entirety of her satiny white nakedness, brushing her long blonde-hair back to tumble in a halo around the oval of her face and behind her gently sloping shoulders.
She had always derived titillating pleasure in admiring her undeniable voluptuousness. At twenty-six, she viewed her body as being at its most enticing and curvaceous peak, dwelling on the perfect formation of her breasts and slender waist, the generously sweeping arch of her hips and the long white columns of her rounded, full thighs and shapely calves. There was something alluring and personally secretive in the white outline her bikini halter left across the pliant spheres of her up tilted breasts, and cupping at her smoothly ovaled buttocks. Though, it was the milky-white of her hips and lower abdomen where the silken triangle of sparse, golden curls began to sprinkle over her puffy little mound and vaginal lips that always inspired the tingling hi her belly.
Ken had loved her body ... had reveled in its soft, smooth warmth when he held and caressed her ... had gasped open-mouthed when she let him explore its intimate hollows and hotly moistened passages ... had begged for her promise to always love him when he had passionately slithered his thick male hardness in and out of her those few tunes. God yes, she'd never deny that! He was a thoughtful lover and she'd intended to marry him, certain in her heart that at last her desires would find their norm ... but at that point, how could she have anticipated his younger brother, Russ?
The unwanted remembrance of that scene flashed quickly through her mind ... Easter holidays ... the boy joining his older, bachelor brother in the big city ... the several nights she had sat alone with the fifteen-year old waiting for Ken to finish a late business deal ... and finally, her uncontrollable seduction of the boy, frenziedly sucking him as unexpectedly Ken walked in on them ... !
God, the horror of it all ... to see a man cry like a heartbroken child! What else could she have done but escape ... remorsefully slink away in the night, bag and baggage? They were men, or at least males and brothers; they would eventually find peace between them, but there could be no forgiveness for her! That was invariably the double standard a girl was expected to live by ... !
A movement outside the window caught her eye and the naked, blonde beauty quickly glanced to see the stripped-to-the-waist figure of young Felix Ronson, the boy she had hired to do the yard work for the summer. She moved forward, picked up her drink from the vanity and walked over behind the protectiveness of the bedroom draperies. She shouldn't be taking this time, she realized. Dickie Edwards was due shortly, and his mother was a stickler for punctuality ... had made that point quite clear when she'd agreed to his lessons ...
"Very well, two o'clock on Thursday is fine, Miss Arlen, but I expect it to be precisely two and not two-fifteen, etcetera. I certainly want Richard to have the rounded education of music, but only to enhance his more superior abilities, not as a vocation. I feel that our young people shouldn't have a moment of their summer vacation-time taken from them, don 't you agree!
The bitch! She could still see the severely attractive woman's belittling sharp eyes looking down her pointed nose at her, subliminally advising that her husband was a dentist and their social stratus were incompatible. Even then, Jan remembered, she'd wondered what the woman's sex hang-up was ... Just as she'd begun to wonder about the rest of the neighborhood and its inhabitants ...
Arousedly, her tiny pink tongue peeked out to trace her lush lip-line and she sipped again at her vodka-tonic. Damn, if Felix wasn't such an oaf ... he was so tall and thick chested for a sixteen year old boy, she lecherously thought, her greyish-green eyes feeding on the breath of his teenaged shoulders, the rippling of his developed muscles, and the taper of his youthful back to his lean waist. She could only imagine the rest of him, and that merely added to her excitement ... !
With a half-smile and shake of her head, Jan pleasantly shuddered hi her nakedness. Her mind contemplated as she moved away from the window. She drained her glass, pullover with its tiny, mini skirt on the hanger where she'd left them the night before. These were her chosen tools for today's conquest, she lustfully thought, quickly slipping into them without benefit of under things as she recalled her strategically placed mirrors for the umpteenth time.
The beautiful young darling ... he'd made it all possible with his terrible timing and use of the pedals. Now, he had only to look down at the mirrors to see what his feet were doing ... and what she enticingly had hidden between her legs to excite him ... !
"Will you need me anymore today, Miss Arlen?" Shelly Carter's husky voice sharply broke the silence, startling Jan. She hadn't heard the teenager knock, or ease open the door; her mind had been too busily involved with forbidden thoughts! God, she had entirely forgotten about the girl still being in the house! Quickly, she attempted to keep the glass of needed, mid-day indulgence from the other's view as she turned to vacantly meet Shelly's large, penetrating dark-eyes.
"Excuse me ... but will you be needing me anymore today?" the fifteen-year-old, curvaceous brunette repeated, brushing her forward swept bobbed hair into its casual look with a tomboyish finger-combing. "I-I've finished all the cleaning and the kitchen is done."
"Ah ... no, I don't believe so, Shelly ... that is, if the house is in order," Jan stammered, wondering if she'd closed the door tightly when she'd entered the bedroom. She was amazed that she had heard nothing until the abrupt sound of the supple girl's throaty voice had shattered the tensioned stillness her own lecherous meditation had woven. She swallowed tightly as she continued to gape at the teenager, an odd feeling that the shapely young girl was easily reading her mind through the off-guard windows of her own widely staring eyes.
"I'm sure it is ... but if you'd like to look ... " Shelly confidently suggested.
"N-NO, that's hot necessary, dear," Jan managed, favoring the younger girl with a forced smile of assurance as she sensed those keen, youthful orbs sweeping rapidly over her, undoubtedly noting the clothing change she had made. "Y-You go ahead ... I'm sure you have many things you'd rather be doing than housework on such a beautiful summer's afternoon."
Shelly nodded, her striking young face expressing her appreciation and lessening Jan's discomfiture. "Thank you, Miss Arlen. I'll see you tomorrow then ... "
Self-guilt could be one's worst enemy, Jan fleetingly thought. "AH right, dear," she said, letting her recomposing gaze brush candidly over the flowing, youthful curves of the rather tall, willowy girl. She, too, obviously wore no bra beneath the loosely fitting boy's shirt, undoubtedly the insurgent renunciation of the establishment by her generation, a gesture that Jan understood and felt sympathetic toward. The faded shirt's scalloped tails nearly covered the skin-tight, cut-off jeans snuggly hugging the teenager's rounded hips and full, young buttocks. Their homemade, hot-pants brevity were all the more enticing in that she had the long, perfectly contoured legs for them, Jan subconsciously decided. Actually, her ripe, feminine loveliness belied the careless, boyish mien she unconcernedly projected, and that, too, the blonde piano teacher could appreciate ...
"Bye bye, then," Shelly said, her little smile seeming wise and seasoned beyond her years. "Same time tomorrow ... ?"
"Yes ... I think so ... the same time, dear ... "
Alone again, Jan retrieved her drink, swallowing its remaining contents before sitting down at the vanity. The liquor burned warmly, pleasantly in her belly. She smoothed her tiny mini skirt over the soft white flesh of her full, naked thighs, her mind still partially taken up with the teenaged memories Shelly had revived. She heard the front door close behind the girl and an uncontrollable sensation of private carnality rippled through her.
God, she remembered, hadn't she herself, been the greatest tomboy of though ... avoiding the frills and prissy company of girl-friends for a rousing good baseball or football game with the guys ? How old had she been then? ... thirteen ... fourteen? Yes, and so ignorantly innocent ... that was how it all began ... the constant bodily contact ... the grabbing, rolling and tossing ... boy-hands clutching at her budding young breasts, her swelling buttocks ... until that day ... ! How many had their been? Five ... yes, five, if she remembered right ... all of them suddenly opening their flies and unleashing their hardened young penises!
At first, they'd held her, one on each leg and arm while the fifth climbed up over her face and forced the spongy, blood-filled head of his thick hardness between her teenaged lips, demanding that she lick it and suck it! And she had ... too helplessly frightened to refuse as he sawed its long, pulsing rigidity in and out of her mouth. And then, suddenly, as the fear had begun to be replaced by an unheralded sensation of strange excitement in her belly and between her legs at what they were doing to her, his youthful cock had begun to jerk and spit! Wildly, hot issues of thick liquid squirted from it, filling her mouth until she was forced to swallow, the horrifying -thought that he was peeing right down her throat nearly driving her frantic!
She had tried to fight him that first time, insanely writhing and squirming beneath all of diem, but it had been useless. They had easily held her, their youthful lust bonding them as each one took his turn, climbing up over her face to thrust his hardened teenaged cock between her sperm-coated lips and emptying their hot, cum-filled young balls one after the other into her flooded mouth and belly!
That had been the first time and she'd been too ashamed to tell her religiously steeped parents, or confide her terrible secret to anyone. Instead, she had lived with it, incessantly experiencing the lewd ordeal in both her dreams and waking hours, vividly tasting the sweet, male piquancy of their young semen again and again, until unbelievably, the nauseating abasement she had felt soon passed. She found that the same strange excitement she'd briefly enjoyed while they were making her suck them, returned to saturate her belly and loins each time she remembered, and that she grew wet between her legs from the moisture hotly seeping from between her young, tingling pussy-lips. It was then she had teamed that a massaging finger against the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris not only multiplied the sensual tension a thousand-fold in her churning belly and tight young cunt, but also when the building pressure became almost unbearable, it suddenly exploded in an ecstatic shower of blissful pleasure, bringing a heavenly, soothing release to wash exhaustedly through her.
Of course, it had happened again ... over and over, because she had gone back to eagerly make it happen. And from the second time to the too numerous occasions thereafter, they never again had to hold her. To suck the delicious hot cum from their virile, teenaged balls became an almost insatiable obsession with her, and sometimes they would finger her pussy for her while she nursed their hardened young cocks in turn; yet never once did any of them try to fuck her.
That in itself seemed amazing to her now as she thought back on it, but it was true. They had respected her one wish, perhaps fearing right along with her the danger of her getting pregnant, and she had loved them all the more for it. Not until Ken had she known the piercing sensation of having a mature penis thrust into the hot, wet channel between her legs! She had given her virginity to him and he'd taken it without pain, the filling presence of his long, thick hardness in her tightly seething vagina a frightening, if, pleasure-bringing new experience to her. Yes, he'd been a good lover ... had always brought her to orgasm, but just the thought of sucking his huge, thick cock, even had he begged her to, revolted her. But he hadn't; sex was a singular, straight forward method of intercourse with him, which had made it all the more tolerable for her. The ridged, heavy-veined enormity of his penis had been designed for one place and purpose ... procreation.
Even so, she had wanted to love him ... had tried ... and perhaps she did in her own way ... but had he made even the slightest effort to understand her unrestrainable passion for his younger brother? God, did any man ever comprehend anything other than his own lustful desires? Regardless of their warped male-nature, the woman was almost duty bound to forgive them ... the glorious double standard once again!
Damn them! Damn them all with their his and her unwritten set of by-laws! She wasn't going to think any more about it ... wasn't going to work herself into a rage and spoil her carefully laid plans!
She went to the small cabinet where she kept her private liquor supply and made herself another vodka-tonic. She sipped at it and paraded back and forth several times before the mirror admiring the unhampered contours of her lush body which the black jersey pull-over and tiny mini skirt provocatively enhanced. She thought of the effect her appearance should have on Dickie Edwards once he realized that she was not wearing a bra ... and later when he would see that she had no panties on. She smiled to herself and her eyes bore their excited glitter once more as the sensual stirrings began to revive in her belly.
God, denial, like the drug addict's torment, was an agony she couldn't cope with too long, and it had been almost three months ... actually since Russ! She had never gone this long in the last dozen years ... !
The door-bell gave her a start! She glanced at her watch! Yes, he was punctual to the minute, a requisite of his hypocritical mother! The bitch ... what would she think if she knew the manner of lesson his piano teacher had in store for Mm ... ?
"Hello, Dickie. Come right in ... I've been waiting for you," she warmly greeted, stepping one side to let the handsome young teenager enter.
"H-Hi, Miss Arlen," he finally managed, staring at her, his pale blue-eyes widening in silent appreciation as they quickly brushed over her. Jan sensed their youthful caress lingering on the revealed, lightly tanned skin of her thighs below her tiny skirt, and again on her full, pointed breasts where their hardened little nipples stood out in bold relief beneath the thin, knitted material.
"Go right in to the studio, dear, and set yourself up," she said, employing her moist winsome smile. "I'll be right with you ... "
Dickie followed her instructions, but did so in an awed state of confusion. Crap, in the three months he'd been taking lessons from her, he'd never seen her dressed like that! Wow! That skirt, it was shorter than some of the chicks wore at school ... and ... and man, she just didn't have any bra on at all! He'd actually seen the nipples of her tits poking that sweater-thing right out!
He sat down on the piano bench and found his music book in the case he hated to carry because the guys always teased him about It, Crap, if he'd had his way he'd never been taking piano lessons in the first place. At least, that's the way he'd felt in the beginning, but his mom had insisted, and there was no use trying to go against her wishes. Then, he'd seen Miss Arlen. Man, he'd even have taken up dancing if she was the teacher.
She was really the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in his life, Dickie thought as he opened to his lesson, placed the book on the music-rack and stiffly began to fumble with the keys. She always looked sexy no matter what she wore, but he'd never seen her dressed so terrific as she was today! Imagine, no bra on at all, and ... and her tits punching that sweater-thing right out at him! Crap, he knew he was going to do lousy on his lesson. He wouldn't be able to keep his mind on it with her sitting beside him and not realizing she was brushing them right against him the way she always did! Shit, his pecker was getting stiff just thinking about it ... along with her cool legs and the swelling roundness of her ass ... Oh man, he shouldn't be thinking of such things at all! He didn't know what was wrong with him, but the last year or so his mind seemed to fill up with all kinds of dirty ideas. He just couldn't keep them out, no matter how hard he tried!
He supposed it wouldn't be so bad if his mom hadn't found the handkerchief he'd been using for months to squirt. He supposed it wouldn't be so bad if his morn hadn't found the handkerchief he'd been using for months to squirt his stuff into. He'd been certain that behind the mirror of his bureau was a safe place, too, and it would have been if she hadn't decided to rearrange his room. God, it'd been awful the way she'd carried on, holding the yellow-stained, stiffened thing right up in front of his face and screaming that he was going to go crazy if he didn't stop. Of course, from sex-ed at school, he knew that wasn't so, but he guessed there were certain religious views against it, and his mom was all gone on church stuff. His dad wasn't so bad. At least, he drank liquor and played poker, things like that, but on Sundays he always made it to Mass, looking and sounding pious as hell when he talked to Father Reed. Sometimes, he couldn't understand the way either one of them acted, say nothing about his own self ...
"Well, darling, are you ready?" Jan's entry into the study interrupted his thoughts. "Have you practiced well for me this week?"
"I-I tried, Miss Arlen, but I have trouble with the right pedal," the teenager said. "When I have to use it I get all mixed up in my time."
Jan laughed in a soft, understanding manner, the gesture meant to set him at ease, while simultaneously the sensuous excitement within her tingling belly and loins increased at his admission. Everything was going just perfectly, she thought, even to the added fortification of the warming vodka-tonic she had just finished in the bedroom. Actually, she had nothing but a base plan ... no set formula that was foolproof. They were all so different in response. To play it by ear had been her secret of success, and this sweet young darling should offer no particular problems. Yet, there was always that horrifying possibility that they would run in terror to their parents, or worse, to the police ... !
"Look beneath the piano," she said, conscious of his youthful, pale blue-eyes sweeping admiringly up her tauntingly dressed curves as she stood beside where he sat on the bench. "See the mirrors?"
"Yes ... what are they for?"
"So you can watch your feet without moving your head ... just your eyes," Jan replied, having really used the method for its effectiveness before in overcoming his problem. "Just rest your foot against the sustaining pedal and read the music, Darling. If you feel that you must look, simply glance down with your eyes, not your head. Is that clear?"
"Y-yes ... I think so."
"Fine. Then, let's begin," Jan said, slowly moving down onto the bench beside him, pressing her entire warmth of hip and thigh against his firm young lower body.
Dickie swallowed twice at the hot contact, trying desperately to concentrate on the white page and its lines and bars of music before him. She leaned forward onto the upper shelf of the piano with one elbow, her other white, slender hand holding a pencil that was pointing to the notes and meant for him to follow. He tried to focus his eyes and complete attention on what he knew was expected of him, but on the very first chord he blew it.
"No, Darling," she softly reprimanded, covering his left hand with hers and properly replacing his fingers. "There ... now you have only to move your third finger to '�' on the second bar. Remember to count and keep time ... That's ... it ... one ... two ... three ... "
Crap, he hardly knew how he was doing it! Her right tit was practically laying over his left arm! His crazy pecker was as hard as a rock inside his shorts! And ... and there came the pedal thing ... He glanced down, not moving his head as she had instructed, just his eyes, and he never saw his feet!
Crap all mighty! He was looking right up her skirt between her legs! And ... and ... she didn't have any panties on! Oh ... oh man! He could see the soft blonde-hair on her pussy! He could! He could see every bit of her secret place between her full white thighs that were spread almost wide open to him! Man, oh man! He could even see the pink separation of her cunt ... !
"What's wrong, Dickie? You're not reading the music right at all. Are you sure you practiced this lesson?" Jan asked, straightening upright and facing him directly, intensive fermentations churning inside her at the realization of his problem. It was working ... all too perfectly!
"Y-Yes ... honest, I did, Miss Arlen ... honest! I-I don't know what the matter is. I just can't seem to find keys ... " he stammered, his young hands beginning to tremble and his fair complected cheeks flushing a brilliant crimson. "Why, darling ... don't you feel well?" Jan questioned with concern. "You look as if you might be running a temperature ... and your hands are trembling ... Maybe, you shouldn't bother with a lesson today ..."
"No, no, I-I'm fine, Miss Arlen ... really I am!" he protested, unable to keep his eyes from glancing down at the mirror again. And man, there it was . ! Her pussy ... with its soft, golden hair curled all around it ... and her smooth, milky-white thighs spread wide open because of the way she was sitting on the edge of the bench! Crap, he could even see the rounded firm cheeks of her ass ... and ... and maybe that little pink spot washer ... her asshole ...
Jan could hardly control the lecherous passion racing through her. It was time ... time to make the critical move! The front of his jeans were swollen with the rigidity of his teen aged hardness! Her tiny pink tongue darted out to moisten her lush lip-line.
"A-Are you sure you're all right, dear?" she huskily questioned, slipping an arm around his young broadening shoulders and slowly drawing him against her. She let her hand go to his brow as if to feel for temperature, the movement pressing his flushed cheek against the soft resilience of her full, warm breast. "Maybe you should lie down for a little while. You may have gotten too much sun. Would you like to go into my bedroom ... or would you rather go home ... ?"
Dickie couldn't speak. His voice had dried up to a choking knot in his young throat. He wasn't sure what was happening to him, but he didn't want it to stop! Man, she was holding him with her arm right around him, pressing his face against the fleshy, braless mound of her tit, until he could actually feel its tiny hardened nipple burrowing into his cheek! Crap, what could he say? His cock was as stiff as a ball-bat! He didn't want to go home ... he wanted to stay right here and look at her pussy again ... !
"Come along, dear," Jan tenderly insisted, rising from the bench and drawing him up with her. "Maybe after you lie down for a few moments you'll feel better," she went on, leading him unresistingly toward her bedroom, her hungry green-eyes glancing eagerly down at the sizeable protrusion his hardened young cock was causing at the front of the tight jeans. God ... . what a delicious seduction he was going to make ...
CHAPTER TWO
If she hadn't been so damned concerned over why Miss Arlen had suddenly decided to make a clothing change right in the middle of her working day, Shelly Carter irritably thought, swinging about and starting back toward her lovely employer's home, she wouldn't have forgotten to collect her pay. Of course, Miss Arlen might have remembered it, too ... but she'd been drinking, another unusual thing that had immediately caught the teenager's attention. She had never seen her drink before in the month-and-a-half she'd worked for her, not even after she was through teaching, and Shelly was positive that she had another lesson or two to give that afternoon. It certainly was an odd situation, all right.
The tall, willowy girl reviewed these things in her mind as she casually walked along in the brilliant California sunshine, conscious of the admiring glances from passing male motorists and purposefully ignoring them. If it weren't for the fact that her parents needed a portion of her money at home, she would let it go until tomorrow. But it was easier to go back and pick up her pay than it was to listen to her father rant and rave. Of course, his bitch was personal ... he'd need some beer money to blow at the tavern that night, his pay-check already having been drunk up. And unless she missed her guess, there wasn't any food in the house as usual.
God, one day she was just going to up and disappear from that hell-hole. She didn't know where she'd go, nor how she was ever going to get enough money together, the way they bled her, but it was inevitable. If she were just seventeen, or even sixteen, her parents might not try to find her and bring her back. Even though she looked older as far as physical development and all, the fact remained that she was just a lousy fifteen-years old, and the fuzz always managed to make a hot issue with a runaway girl at that tender age. Bull-shiricky!
God, it was hot! Wouldn't it be nice to be on some deserted beach, stripped naked and laying in the sand blowing a joint or two? All alone with no one or nothing to bother her ... no funky guys around ... oh, maybe another chick her own age, a pretty one who shared the same ideas and liked the things she did. No ... that wouldn't be too bad, having a hip girlfriend who dug the whole scene as she read it. They'd do things together, travel, see new places ... . Oh, they might lay a guy now and then if they felt the urge for variety, but no steady or marriage. Damn, she'd seen enough wedded bliss routine at home to know she never wanted any part of that. Men grew ugly both in actions and looks, once they slipped the ring onto a girl's finger and proceeded to make a legalized whore-slave out of her.
Not that she was thumbs-down on guys ... they had their points and she'd had several samples the past year at beach parties. She'd been high each time and maybe that's what had made it feel so good, though the first time with Jerry Halstead had hurt like the devil. God, she'd thought he was never going to worm it into her, she was so tight there ... and then there'd been a popping sound and there went her cherry, his long, thick cock racing right up inside her wanting, moist vaginal passage and filling her like a pregnant cow! Wow, what a crazy night that had been. They'd done it for hours, it seemed, but he wouldn't quit until she climaxed, he'd insisted; she hadn't because he couldn't hold out. Suddenly, he was shooting his hot, thick sperm into her soft belly like a young bull ... and then it was all over, except for the roaring fire still flaming inside her.
With the effect of the pot and all, she wouldn't have cared if her parents had been spectators; she would have fingered herself to completion right in front of them just the way she did while Jerry lustfully watched her. And each time after, when she'd tried it with other guys, it'd been the same: she'd had to finish herself. So, who needed them, and for what? They were all alike ... only concerned with their own satisfying pleasure, never the poor girl's!
She couldn't help but wonder why, after those over-all disappointing sessions, along with the situation at home, that girls ever tied themselves to a guy for keeps. It just didn't make sense!
* * *
Miss Arlen had the right idea. No husband to boss her around or lead her to the bed whenever he got the hots. She really had it made, being a music teacher ... . independent and all, Shelly thought, as she turned onto the cul-de-sac and her lovely blonde employer's house came into view. She was really a beautiful girl, too ... terrific shape and all ... the way she had looked in that cute little jersey and mini-skirt ...
Shelly thought about that as she approached the front door, a little quivering sensation unexplainably fluttering in her belly. Strange, she recalled, wondering why she might have done it, taking off her bra and changing into that brief, sexy skirt with music lessons still to give ... ? But then, she was reaching for the door-knob, her unanswered question momentarily side-lined No use of ringing and disturbing her if she was teaching. She'd just walk in and tap on the studio door ...
"There, does that feel better, dear?" Jan soothingly asked as she fluffed the pillow beneath Dickie Edward's head, then walked to the foot of the bed to slip off his loafers. "Your face is still flushed. Are you sure you don't want me to call your mother?"
The boy swallowed tightly and shook his head. "N-No," he managed. "I-I'll be fine in a minute," he added, deciding to let her think he really was sick ... anything to get another look up under her skirt! "Besides ... my mom isn't home this afternoon. S-She went into L.A. shopping ... ."
"Oh ... well, don't you worry, darling. Jan'll take care of you," she replied, elated with his bit of news. It meant that there would be no phone-calls or interruptions from that witch, wondering where her Dickie-boy was. Then, the lewd urge to sensually taunt him further made her turn her back to him and bend down to pick up his loafers and place them together under the bed.
Dickie gaped in breathless awe at the incredulously arousing sight she presented to him! He'd begun to wonder if maybe he hadn't gotten too much sun after all and was just imagining that he had really seen it ... but now there was no lingering doubts in his young, wildly excited mind! When she had bent over, the tiny skirt had hiked way up until he could clearly see her naked, white buttocks spreading slightly with the movement, giving him another bird's-eye view of her snug, hair-fringed pussy, as well as the tightly puckered little pink hole centered in the deep crevice between! Holy crap! He must be losing his buttons! She had to know he could see everything! She had to ... ! Man, his cock was going to break it was so hard ... !
Then, she was looking down at him smiling, her lush lips glistening moistly from the point of her pink tongue-tip habitually brushing over them. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with tiny little flecks of swirling lights and she was slowly sitting down on the bed beside him, her soft, warm hand reaching out to smooth over his thigh.
"Tell me, darling," she half-whispered in a brand new husky voice. "What did you just see?"
Jan felt the tremble of confused emotions tensely cause his whole young body to shudder. God, what she was doing to him was considerably less than fair game ... but it was her game and she was reveling in it! He couldn't move not speak; he was that awe-stricken.
"You sweet darling," she continued to whisper. "I know what's wrong with you ... and I know what caused it out in the studio ... and what you were just looking at ... ! Tell me, Baby, did ... did you like what you saw ... and would you like to see more ... . maybe even feel of it ...?"
Frig! He was afraid if he tried to say one lousy word he'd scream it right out! It was happening, all right, really happening ... and she'd known all along ... was doing it on purpose! Holy crap, what was going to happen, any way ... ?
"Well ... ? Tell me Precious ... would you?" Jan lecherously hissed, bending down over him until her lovely, passion-incited face was inches from his. She began to gently caress his thigh as she lowered her slightly opened lips to his, then kissed him, flattening her yielding, full breasts against his young, heaving chest.
Dickie Edwards felt as if he might be petrified ... frozen, his whole body as stiff as his throbbing cock inside his pants! Oh man ... she was kissing him ... really kissing him ... her hot, wet tongue wiggling into his mouth! And her tits, they were flattened right out ... spread all over his chest! Crap, he'd never kissed a girl before in his life say nothing of feeling their tits hot and soft against him, or actually seeing their naked pussy and ass the way he had hers! Ooohhh ... he didn't know what to do, but he knew he ought to do something, because he didn't want her- to stop ... not ever, ever ... !
It made little difference to Jan now whether he answered her or not; she knew that she was going to possess him. Nothing short of mayhem could stop her at that point! Her lecherous desire for him, spiked by the added stimulant of the vodka, had taken complete, lust-filled control of her. Had she wanted to, she knew she couldn't fight it. Ardently, she smothered his fair, young face with hot kisses, her caressing hand on his thigh moving pointedly to his straining, teenaged penis inside the tight-fitting jeans. She felt him tremble and gasp to her touch, an intense sensation of passion rocketing through her churning belly and loins as she teasingly traced the length of his thick young hardness with thumb and forefinger.
"Oh Dickie ... it feels so big and stiff to Jan ... all cramped up in there like that," she hissed against his panting mouth. "It must hurt ... Let me take it out for you, Baby ... "
"Oohhhh ... nhh!" the confused boy grunted in still frightened, mounting tension, the feel of her soft hand first caressing, then suddenly unzipping his fly to slip all the way inside the cotton of his shorts and smooth over the sparse-haired, trembling flesh of his pelvis, whipping his breath away. Then, her warm, velvety fingers were wrapping right around it, almost completely destroying him!
Gripes almighty! What was she going to do to him? Crazy tingles of never-before excitement charged through his groin to burst into his belly! Oh man! She had his cock right out in her hand, and ... she was stroking it just the way he did to himself! Ooohh ... up and down ... sliding its loose outer-skin back and forth ... and ... and oh shit, she was feeling of his balls ...!
"Mmmm, Dickie darling ... you feel so good to your Jan," she hotly breathed against his lips, the terrific aroma and taste of her about to flip his skull. "Why don't we both take all of our clothes off and get comfortably naked ... so we can see and play with each other to our heart's content? Would you like to do that, Baby ... to see and play with Jan's secret places while she does the same to you ... ?"
Again, Dickie couldn't answer. He felt as if someone had taken steel-wool to his throat! She was smiling beautifully down at him, her moistened lush lips that had been kissing his, still half-opened so that he could see her pretty white teeth. And her long-lashed, greyish-green eyes were sparkling with a billion explosions! Oh God ... he knew he shouldn't, that it was wrong and his mom would go right out of her mind if she ever found out ... but he was going to! He was! Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, and he was going to do whatever she said! She'd said he could ... see and play with her secret places ... her pussy ... her tits, and ass ... !
She arose from the bed then, and slowly began to raise her pull-over above her head! He gasped aloud when it kept going higher and higher, until finally, her fully rounded white breasts with their hardened pink nipples were revealed to him, right before his young, feverish eyes. The two, lusciously tipped mounds swayed provocatively to the taunting undulation of her curved hips when she unzipped the tiny skirt and wiffled it downward over them ... her dimpled navel, the small fleshy bowl of her belly ... then ... the sparse blondish-hair at its base and between her legs gradually coming in to exciting view! Now, for sure, he could see its pink crevice right there between the full, white columns of her slightly tanned thighs ... the first cunt he had really ever seen in his whole life! Man, he was going to go ape ... he was sure of it ... !
Jan's lecherous desire had reached that wildly inflamed point where only lewdness and lustful acts filled her liquor-glazed mind. She moved toward her teenaged prey lying motionless on the bed and staring in apprehensive frustration up at her, his stiffened young cock still protruding from his opened fly the way she had left it. She reached down and took his wrists, drawing him upward to his feet, then placed both his tremulous hands on her thrusting white breasts, while with her own, she reached down and warmly clasped his swollen young rod of throbbing hardness again.
"Now, Precious, Jan's going to undress you," she whispered, kissing him first as she tenderly stroked his youthful thick cock, before beginning to unbutton his shirt.
Her loins and belly were seething with lustful desire as he stood subserviently before her, letting her do as she wished with him, defenseless against the seductive charms of her voluptuous, naked body. His young hands explored her tingling breasts with hot, teenaged eagerness as she undressed him, their timid clumsiness letting her know that he was still virginal for her.
Jan removed his shirt and kissed his young chest, teasingly laving the tiny nipples of his developing pectoral muscles with her damp tongue-tip. Trailing it downward over his belly and navel, she slowly lowered to her knees and unhitched his belt. She felt his intake of breath as she tugged both jeans and shorts down over his slender, boyish hips and lean buttocks, her fervid eyes feasting on his upward-arched, rigid young cock jutting nakedly out from the scant, hair-sprinkled pelvis, while his filling teenaged balls virally swayed between his strong, muscular legs.
God! He was a beautiful delicious boy!
Unable to hold herself back any longer, Jan leaned forward and kissed the purple tip of his young pulsating cock, extending her pink tongue so that he could see it wriggling into the tiny split, while she tenderly caressed and cupped his sperm-bloating, testicles. Again and again, she kissed and tongued it's fiery head, the piquant aroma and spicy taste from the minute drops of seminal fluid which had oozed out with his mounting excitement, firing her frantically on.
"Uuugghh! Ooohh mannnn ... !" Dickie Edwards choked, staggering backwards and nearly falling from the imprisoning jeans fettering his ankles. Crap almighty! She was actually licking his cock ... !
Jan caught him before he fell, sensing his mind-staggering shock at what she was doing to him. She guided him backward to the bed and down onto it, easing the garments from his legs. Then, heedlessly spreading them wide apart, she caught at his lean hips and drew his buttocks to the edge, clasping his young jerking penis between thumb and forefinger at its root to pull back its foreskin, slipping her saliva-filled mouth hungrily down onto it!
Again, Dickie gasped out a whimpering groan, raising to his elbows to watch this beautiful girl who was frantically sucking on his aching cock! He could feel her hot, wet tongue swirling around its head like a velvety whirlpool, and see the oval of her soft, red-rimmed lips clasped tightly around it. Then, her smooth, white cheeks began to move in and out as her pretty blonde-head worked slowly up and down in a drawing sensation which he could feel all the way into his balls! Oh man ... she was actually sucking his prick ... Miss Arlen doing that to him! He'd seen dirty pictures of slobby-looking women doing it to men and wondered what it would be like. He'd always gotten horny just looking at them, but he'd never imagined it would feel anything like this ... especially with someone like Miss Arlen doing it! And ... oh shit ... she was stopping ... !
"Now, Darling, crawl up onto the bed where Jan can get between your legs to lick and suck it good for you," she breathlessly hissed. "My God, Baby ... it's the most handsome cock I've ever seen! Hurry, precious ... hurry!"
* * *
Shelly Carter was surprised to find Miss Arlen's studio door open and the room empty. She thought a moment, wondering where her employer might be. Perhaps, her lessons had all been canceled for the afternoon and she was lying down. Did she dare to bother her if she was napping ... ? Damn, her father would be fit to be tied if she didn't bring home her pay. She'd just have to chance Miss Arlen's anger. It'd be the lesser of the two evils, she thought, moving quietly along the hallway toward the open bedroom doorway ...
Voices ... almost whispering, gasping voices, brought the willowy teenager up short of the entranceway. She paused, momentarily listening, not really intending to eavesdrop, yet too taken with curiosity not to. Then, she heard Miss Arlen passionately hiss: "Mmmmm, Dickie lover ... it's such a hard and beautiful cock! S-Spread your legs wider apart for Jan ... so she can get right over it and suck it good for you ... !"
Shelly sensed every muscle in her curvaceous young body grow rigid as the lust-filled statement with its lewd four-letter word registered. She froze there, her breathing tightening in her chest, her legs temporarily refusing to respond. Then, almost immediately she heard the groaning gasp of a male ... a young male ... a boy!
"Ooohhh ... wh-what are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to make you happy, Dickie sweet," Miss Arlen's sensuous tones reached Shelly again. "I'm going to suck it and play with it for you ... while you lie there and watch me ... Then later, maybe I'D get up over you and put it inside my pussy ... right here! Would you like that, Darling? Have you ever fucked a girl?"
Shelly leaned against the wall for support, the unexpected shock from what she was hearing actually causing her knees to jell. Not that she wasn't familiar with sex and all of its luridly inciting terms; yet to visualize her beautiful blonde employer not only indulging, but if she'd heard right, orally so ... and with a boy ... was just about enough to knock the props from in under her ... !
N-NO ... I ... I've never done it to anybody ... !" the near-simpering boyish voice reached the short-haired, young brunette's now intensively listening ears.
"Nor had it sucked before ... like I just did for you?"
"N-No ... never ... honest, Miss Arlen!"
"Maybe you don't want me to do it anymore? Maybe, you'll just run home and tell your mother, or someone else the moment you leave me?" Jan's throaty-voiced questions drifted out to the tensed, listening girl.
"No ... I mean yes ... that is, I want you to do it! And I promise, I'll never tell anyone! Honest to God, I won't ... "
There was a momentary silence, then Shelly heard their movements on the bed and realized that she was trembling all over with excitement. Boy, wasn't she the clever one, thought ... beautiful Miss Arlen ... undoubtedly seducing him, then making him promise to keep it a secret! A boy, yet ... not a man, but a boy ... and it had to be Dickie Edwards, because his lesson was at two o'clock on Thursdays! Wow ... this she had to see with her own eyes!
CHAPTER THREE
Shelly Carter was already too much a part of the young, rebellious generation to feel more than a strong sensual arousal at what she saw when she peeked through the partially opened doorway at the lewd spectacle taking place on Janice Arlen's bed. Carefully, she moved herself into a voyeuristic position and stared at the pair of naked white bodies involved.
She sensed her mouth going dry as her dark-eyes avidly swept over her employer's voluptuous beauty hunched down on all-fours between Dickie Edward's widespread legs, her pretty, lust-twisted face just above his loins! The older blonde girl's full, pink-tipped breasts were hanging and swaying above him, whale her rounded white buttocks were exposed enticingly toward the doorway, their erotically presented nakedness causing a tingling sensation to ripple through Shelly. She wasn't surprised at Miss Arlen's beautifully proportioned body, only that her satin-like, slightly tanned skin, even the ivory-white that her bikini had kept from the sun, was so smooth and soft looking. Then, her eyes focused almost eagerly on the silken, blondish curls fringing the lips of her completely revealed pussy, its narrow ribbon of pink flesh moist between them, and finally the coral-hued rosette of her tiny anus centering the smooth crevice separating the ovaled white mounds of her raised buttocks. Again, a twinge of kinkled sensation fluttered through her incited young belly.
Shelly hardly dared to breathe for fear of being discovered, as weird, almost jealous emotions began to ferment inside her. It was a crazy feeling and one that she couldn't remember having experienced before. Damn, she was no lesbian ... at least, to her knowledge she was not! She'd never tried to make-it with another girl, or even thought of doing such a thing ... had she ... or had she ... ? She swallowed tightly, a wave of undeniable entrancement sweeping through her at the alluring sight of the naked, long-haired blonde-girl's beautiful body in its lustful pose between Dickie Edwards spread-open legs. Jan moved then, but only slightly, yet enough for Shelly to see the husky thickness of the boy's hardened, fiery-headed cock!
She felt her young eyes urgently locking on the lengthy rod of white flesh which Miss Arlen gently held between thumb and forefinger at its base, and as Jan moved again, she was able to see his bloated young testicles beneath! Further sensations of excitement whipped through her, its masculine appearance wholly confusing her. God, it was as big as any she had ever seen, and he was only fourteen ... !
Wildly, the turmoil within her continued to mount when she saw Dickie raising his head to watch, his good-looking teenaged face contorted in an almost painful grimace. Carefully, she held herself motionless so as not to draw his attention. God, she had to see this ... watch Miss Arlen actually suck his cock, the mere idea sending fervid tremors of sensual desire racing through her! Mother, this was just too much ... and she couldn't even understand her own confused feelings ... ! Like if she was really jealous, which one was she jealous of?
She had only to look at Jan Arlen to sense the intensive fire which had to be burning in her soft white belly and between her shapely legs. Her greedy, cat-like eyes seemed to engorge themselves on the poling length of hardness that was nearly touching her lips!
Jan continued to visually devour the beautiful boy-cock while she gently stroked it and caressed his soft, sperm-bloating balls, wanting to savor the last second of sensual expectancy before plunging down onto it. But she couldn't stand to wait any "Now, Darling! God, I'm going to suck your sweet cock until it explodes its hot cum for me!" she gasped, staring lecherously up at him. Now, baby ... now!
"Unnhhh ... ohhhh crappp!" Dickie helplessly grunted, new chills charging along his spine as she lowered closer to it while he watched wide-eyed. Her lush, wet lips parted, then enclosed the moist, pulsing glans of his teenaged penis in a warm, lip-locking pressure that caused his entire naked body to spasmodically convulse. He moaned out again, thrusting upward with involuntary response, shoving his swollen hardness forcefully between her ovally clasping lips. He watched them tighten like an elastic band around it just below the head, straining his neck higher to gape at the sight of it captured in her hotly sucking mouth!
Her warm glistening lips pursed into a tiny O as she drew up off the spongy tip, then she started to lick it as if it were a delicious stick of candy. Her eager little tongue began to brush and lave it all over, from its prickling root along its underside to the coronal ridge viscidly protruding from its pulled-back foreskin. Dickie gaped with open mouth as she washed, played, and caressed his aching prick with every lapping stroke, then tongued her way back down to its base and below to the smooth, soft flesh of his teeming balls! Saliva excitedly dribbled down her tongue when she licked his churning testicles with hot, sweeping strokes, causing Shelly to nearly gasp out in her own mounting excitement.
The willowy young brunette could hardly believe it when she saw Miss Arlen lewdly raising his legs and press them back until his knees touched his chest! A maddening tremor brushed over the never-ends of her aroused young body as she saw that the lurid position exposed his tight, brownish anus and that the lovely girl was trailing her wet tongue along the corded ridge between his widespread, lean white buttocks! She tauntingly circled the puckered little hole, tongue-painting his inner buttocks and finally stiffening its tip like a baby's pink penis in an effort to penetrate the tiny, puckered lips of his palpitating rectum! ! God ... and she thought she knew what it was to be hot! Wow ... she'd never even realized what it was all about ... but her sexy blonde employer sure did! She looked as if she were just about ready to blow all of her fuses!
Jan's belly and loins were, in fact, an inferno of frenzied sensations at the forbiddenness of her lecherous ravishment. They seethed with thrilling, erotic flames which were more avid than she could even remember. God, it had been so long ... so long! The delicious, sweet piquancy of his youthful genitals was driving her to the point of climax with just the thought of her lecherous seduction alone! The luscious darling, he was so helpless ... so completely subject to her slightest whim! Yes and she had to suck his boy-sperm into her waiting throat and belly! That was the ultimate ... to coax and swallow the nectar from their youthful loins!
Quickly, she trailed her hot tongue back over his sperm-inflated, young balls, upward along the shaft of hardened flesh to its pulsating, rubbery head, slipping her lips wetly down over it once more. Oh ... ecstasy ... erotic ecstasy! And there would be many more hours like this with him! He belonged to her now, and he would come to her whenever she wanted him! Delicious, sweet boy-cock!
Dickie could think of nothing but what she was doing to him, and the way she looked hunched down between his widely scissored-open legs, her soft white nakedness rippling all over as she sucked his throbbing cock like crazy! Her long, tumbling blonde-hair was fanned over his belly like silken, spun gold, making him think of a fairy-book princess! Man ... oh man, he had to shoot his stuff soon or he'd blow his mind for sure!
She was still holding his aching prick with two fingers clasped at its base while she steadily sucked it, moving her grotesquely ovaled mouth rhythmically up and down and using that twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each upstroke. He tensed his pelvic muscles, uncontrollably pushing his loins up at her face. She moaned and began to suck harder, nipping now and then with her little white teeth and making him whimper out, Ms cock bloodless beneath her scraping suck and a rich purple at its smooth, spongy tip!
From the concealment of the partially closed door, Shelly couldn't resist the movement of her own slender hands to the firm fullness of her naked, supple breasts beneath the loose shirt. Excitedly, she began to massage them in a cupping, circular caress, trapping their tingling nipples between her fingers to knead and pull in her whetted voyeuristic heat. God ... what would it taste like ... feel like in her mouth? And what would Jan Arlen do when he squirted his cum ... let it shoot right into her mouth? That's what a girl was expected to do ... she knew that ... let the hot, white jism flood her mouth until she had to swallow it down into her belly! Oh damn, she was getting so frigging hot! She choked back a moan and dropped one hand down to the soft give of her vaginal mound and the moistened, flushed lips of her pussy between her hotly prickling thighs. Through the faded, thin material of the tight, cut-off jeans, she began to rub herself there, undulating her hips and buttocks against the pressure of her stimulating hand and fingers as she covetously watched the lovely girl's ever-increasing passion!
Now, Jan was slipping her hands beneath the cheeks of Dickie's buttocks, lifting them while she frenziedly plunged her mouth down onto his thick, teenaged cock! God almighty, it was completely disappearing right up into her mouth ... all of it! Cripes, it had to be reaching the tightness of her throat, while her nose and lips were brushing against the sparse pubic-hair of his pelvis!
Shelly couldn't take anymore; she was going to flip if she didn't release the seething tension building in her inflamed loins and belly! Giddily, she tugged open the front of the home-made shorts, pulling aside the tiny strip of her damp, nylon panties. She felt the soft, silkiness of her own pubic-curls, then the wet, tight lips of her feverish cunt palpitating against the tip of her caressing fingers. Her breath quickened as she drew them apart, exposing the inner flesh of her teenaged pussy to the soothing air before sinking her middle finger deep into the hotly clasping mouth of her wet vaginal channel. She sighed uncontrollably, knowing a tiny measure of momentary relief!
Lustfully, the fired teenaged girl concentrated on the pair of naked white bodies that had begun to glisten with perspiration from their furious sensual exertion. The curvaceous music-teacher's wanton tongue with its final swiping lick was making the violent, purple head of Dickie's young cock fervently vibrate and jerk. Shelly watched her frenzied labors, the beautiful, hanging white breasts rippling and dancing beneath her pumping body. Her clasping, sucking mouth was misshapenly filled with his thick, boy-hardness, her lush inner-lips clinging revealingly as if her mouth was about to turn inside out each time she sucked up off it! Then, Dickie jerked his trembling loins further up at her face, until he was arched off the bed! Shelly gasped, but went unheard, her breathing quickening at the incredulously salacious spectacle of Miss Arlen's small hands clutching at Dickie's young, raised buttocks and his thick cock completely submerged in her bizarrely sucking mouth and throat!
The searing tongues of fire bellowed to a keener heat inside the pantingly excited girl. Desperately, she changed positions, quickly pulling free her finger and rolling her shorts and panties down over her rounded white hips to her knees. She leaned forward, assuming a lewd, angled position that allowed her to reach back over her naked buttocks to the wet, hair-fringed lips and plunge several fingers into the throbbing depths of her burning, teenaged cunt. Then, with her other hand, she began to stroke the tiny bud of her quivering clitoris from the front, immediate sensations of mounting pressure beginning to blissfully build in her hotly glowing loins and quaking belly! Wildly, she watched, as from the bed, the groans increased, accompanied by rhythmic movements of growing intensity, and she crammed her fingers into the wet heat of her tight vagina while massaging her tiny clitoris in tempo to the maddening cadence of the blonde girl's frantic sucking ... !
Dickie Edwards had the crazy feeling that lie was going to burst like a two-cent balloon! Miss Arlen had wedged both hands beneath the cheeks of his ass, lifting them while she plunged her mouth down on his almost numbed cock with a frenzy. Frig! It was completely vanishing right up into her mouth ... all of it ... going into the back of her throat for Christ's sake ... her nose and lips brushing against the hairs on his belly! Oh man ... man ... it was just too much!
Her crazy tongue with that final swiping lick was making his cock-head jerk and throb until he didn't think he could stand it any longer! He gaped at her breasts ... those terrific white, rounded tits, jouncing and dancing beneath her pumping body, the sight adding to his mounting climax! But ... but she hadn't let him feel of them, or her pussy like she'd promised ... and man, he wanted to ... only ... that gnawing sensation was starting in his balls!
His brain raced wildly, filling with scraps of thoughts ... like maybe next time she'd let him, and he could feel of her soft, white ass and belly too! Ooohh, crap ... crap ... in a minute he wouldn't care anymore ... but then tomorrow he would ... yeah ... he knew he would tomorrow! He stared at her pretty face stuffed with his throbbing cock, her absorbing mouth sucking hungrily on it, her smooth white cheeks puffing in and out as she pulled. He jerked his pelvis tighter up to her face, until he was right off the bed, his throat and mouth flannel-dry. Wow ... oh wow! His aching prick felt as if it were going to shatter into a million pieces any second!
Frig! Frig! Frig! It was going to happen now! His pumping hardness was going to blow it right into her mouth!
Furiously, the teenaged boy began to writhe his hips, tangling his hands in her long blonde-hair to hold her there as the hot sperm erupted deep down in his testicles and began to race the length of his wildly jerking penis!
"Uuugghhhh!" he groaned out a passionate whimper between clenched teeth. "N-Now ... here it cuuummss ... !"
His thick young cock lurched into a violent spasm that flooded Jan's voraciously sucking mouth with gush after gush of his white, hot boy-sperm. It bloated her cheeks with every delicious, seething squirt as omnivorously, she swallowed moaning around his pumping young cock while her own insane climax overwhelmed her. Like the voyeuristic teenage girl secretly watching from the doorway as she, too, trembled in the throes of ecstatic orgasm, Jan plunged her hand between her soft thighs into the liquid flesh of her steaming hot cunt, tweaking and stroking her palpitating clitoris.
She was still sucking and nibbling on his deflating young penis long after the front door silently opened and closed behind Shelly Carter's trembling teenaged body ... and long after the youthful cock had shriveled into uselessness in her still sucking mouth ...
CHAPTER FOUR
Frank Trumble, a tall, slender man in his mid-forties and a successful real estate broker in Shale Canyon, brought up the name of Jan Arlen when he, with his two compatriots, were walking toward the clubhouse from the eighteenth green. The conversation, as usual, had been following its customary vein ... their female conquests of the past, near-past, and hopeful future. They were lechers of position in the wealthy, suburban community, philandering professional men whose ego demanded that they boast of their infidelities to one another, certain that their respective, social-minded wives of too many years would not be an appreciative audience.
"I'll tell you one thing, she's the most luscious creature this town has seen in the dozen years we've been here," Frank Trumble said, a sly grin tugging at his thin-lipped mouth. "Of course, Helen probably wouldn't agree with me, but then she seldom does on anything."
Gus Edwards, a big, heavy-set man with a shock of premature white hair, red-veined cheeks and liquor-tainted grey-eyes, chuckled in response. Whenever the real estate broker mentioned his thirty-five year old, red-headed wife, the big man couldn't help but secretly think how little his friend knew about his chosen mate. Not only was she a well-built bitch, but she was the best fuck of their whole damned crowd, and he ought to know ...
"She's a doll, all right, but Jenny tells me she's one of these women's lib advocates," Harry Evans, a fat and bald, forty-seven year old attorney and local political figure put in. "From what I read about those broads, you might as well try to make it with a nun."
Again, Gus Edwards chuckled. He could appreciate that comparison, having been raised and steeped in the faith; nevertheless, such remarks invariably rankled him. He glanced sharply over at the shorter fat man who was grinning at his own quip. A hell of a lot that tub-of-shit wife of his knew about woman's lib or anything else. She was too taken up with her women's clubs and the goddamned wine-bottle to make an intelligent statement. Besides, she was probably pissed because she couldn't get to her. Hadn't Mavis told him several times that the fat, buggy-eyed bitch was always trying to get a hand on her?
"Doesn't your boy take piano lessons from Janice Arlen, Gus?" Frank Trumble asked as they neared the clubhouse.
"Yeah," the dentist nodded, "and he seems to be doing pretty well."
"Hell, that's not what I'm getting at, man," the broker stretched his thing lipped smile. "Seems as if that ought to give you reason to pay her a little visit ... you know, to discuss his progress, or some other such line of crap."
"And have Mavis get wind of it?" Gus grunted, tossing him a disgusted look. "I doubt like hell if she'd buy my taking a sudden interest in Dickie's music lessons as a likely story. That wife of mine's got a keen head, Frank. And I like to keep things as peaceful as I can at home."
"You mean, she doesn't trust you as far as she could throw a bull, is that it, Gus?" Harry Evans added with a snigger.
"Well, let's just say that what she doesn't know for fact isn't about to upset the castle. She can think a lot of things, but being able to prove them is another story," the big man replied with a smug expression.
"Well ... I'd still give a sizeable commission to get into the gorgeous Miss Arlen's hot little panties," Frank Trumble said, his dark-eyes lustfully glittering with his thoughts. "Christ, what a lovely, tight-looking ass she's got! I saw her down-town shopping the other day and walked around with a hard-on for two hours after."
"Why didn't you go home and throw a quickie into Helen? Harry Evans suggested, lewdly smirking, his own conception of fucking Frank Trumble's wife a stimulating vision he'd privately nourished for years.
"Ha ... you don't know my wife very well, Harry. The nookie stuff went out right after the honeymoon all those years ago," Frank said with a shake of his head. "I think probably that's the advantage of these wife-swapping arrangements the young people go for now days. You know, it's all agreed on and understood. And if a fellow suddenly feels the urge, like in the middle of the day, he gives one of the wives a call, sets it up and pays her a visit. You know, kind of a share and share alike program with everybody profiting."
"Yeah ... I can just see Jenny going for that," Evans commented as he parked the golf-cart he'd been pulling, while the others did the same.
"She might surprise you, Harry," Gus Edwards said, winking at Frank Trumble, and imagining the heavy-set woman calling up one of the wives for herself.
"I've always said that nothing she could do would surprise me, Gus," the lawyer answered, "but that, by God would! When it comes to sex-desire, I'm afraid poor Jenny was short-changed ... "
"Aw, come on, Harry. All she needs is a little variety," Frank Trumble said, picking up Gus' taunting and winking back at the big man. "Tell you what, why don't you ask her when you go home? In fact, we'll ask all of them! Hell, that's just what we need ... a good swap club. Maybe, we can even talk the Arlen doll into joining us! Damn, just imagine throwing your cock into that, Harry ... ?"
"You've got rocks in your head, Frank!" Harry Evans exclaimed, looking at his friend and trying to read the smile the other was working at suppressing.
"Hell, just think of all the whore-money you'd save, Harry?" Gus put in, pretending at seriousness, while at the same time he wondered if Frank Trumble was actually putting out feelers. Forgetting Evans and his repulsive, fat-assed wife, a little swap-party between the Trumble's and themselves wouldn't be such a bad deal now and then. It'd do away with all the secret meetings in L.A. he and Helen went through at least once a month, and certainly Mavis needed something to spur her ass out of the doldrums it had settled into the past few years ...
"Sure, why don't you just ask Jenny how she feels about it, Harry?" Frank Trumble went on, enjoying pulling the other's leg, even as the more provocative thought of crawling between the attractive Mavis Edward's shapely, wide-spread thighs caused lustful sensations to begin gnawing at his loins. Yeah, why not ... ? Helen might just listen to the idea too ... ! After all, neither one of them was getting much out of their fucking these days ... in fact, hadn't been for a damned long time! Maybe this was what they needed, a little agreed upon innovation to spice things up! Hell, it could be the answer for the four of them, and as things developed maybe they could promote another couple or two? Damn ... it was just too bad that Janice Arlen wasn't married ...
"Come on, my turn to buy the drinks," Harry Evans said with a shake of his bald head. "The way you guys are talking, you need it, too!"
Both Gus and Frank laughed loudly as they exchanged good-natured back-slaps, while simultaneously their brains continued to independently cultivate the lewd program they had implanted in each other's mind.
It was inevitable, they both knew, that they would discuss it later ... alone ...
* * *
"All I know is what I hear, girls," Trumble said, sipping at her scotch-soda and puffing at a cigarette. She sat with her well-shaped legs crossed, the mini-skirt hardly covering the smooth, rounded flesh of her naked thighs as she gazed across the living room at her two golf-widow friends. "They say she has no male callers ... female either, for that matter, no one except her students or their parents, and that she's seldom seen out anywhere other than shopping."
"So ... ? What are you getting at, Helen?" Mavis Edwards questioned, feeling some ridiculous urge to protect the reputation of her son's music teacher. She, too, nursed a scotch-soda and smoked a cigarette, her slacks-covered legs stretched out before where she sat on the davenport. She couldn't help the narrowing of her ash-rimmed eyes that were near-glowering at the mention of Janice Arlen's respectability. Not that she gave a damn about the girl personally, but she was Dickie's music teacher which made the girl a part of her own well-ordered domain, however remotely connected, and to Mavis' way of thinking, a reflection upon herself.
"Well, it is just a little unusual, don't you think, Mavis?" Helen said dragging deep from her cigarette, then letting out the smoke as she talked. "I mean, a lovely young girl like her with no husband or boyfriends ... ?"
"Maybe she just dislikes sex," Mavis retorted, preferring to get off the subject. "Some women do, I understand."
"That's not quite natural either, is it?" the fetching red-head pursued, aware that she had touched a tender spot with her chestnut-haired friend. God, she thought, it was no wonder Gus ran around the way he did; she was so outwardly straight-laced and possessive ... and lousy in bed, too, according to her now-and-then lover.
"Well, from what I've heard, she's one of those women's Kb champions, and to my way of thinking she can't be all bad," Jenny Evans put in, following her statement with a sip of port and crossing her fat, nylon-covered legs. She ran her tongue over her thick, red-rouged lips, the glint in her small dark eyes almost sparkling as she looked down her parrotish nose at each girl in turn. "Frankly, I'm all for their cause and think that more of us women should be."
"Which has nothing to do with what we're talking about, Jenny," Helen Trumble said, pointedly adding: "except that it helps to underline a more unsavory aspect. Isn't that group ridden with lesbians?"
Mavis sensed her own cheeks blushing along with Jenny's but purely in sympathy. My God, what a thing to say and right in the woman's own house! The remark hadn't been necessary, even though the both of them had discussed and concluded that their over-weight friend probably leaned that way. But that was a part of Helen Trumble's too often cruel and thoughtless character, and the part that Mavis very much disliked.
"I doubt that!" Jenny snapped, recovering herself. "But even if it is so, there are worse things I can think of!"
"Such as ...?" Helen prodded, managing to display her usual unruffled tone.
"Such as any married woman being unfaithful to her husband," Jenny replied, her own voice smoothing into a new calmness. "That, to me, is the least of all forgivable acts ... unless of course, the husband is playing around. Then, I take the woman's lib viewpoint. No double standards. What's sauce for the goose, etcetera ... "
There was more between them, but Mavis lost the details momentarily as her mind flooded with vivid memories of her shopping tour in L.A., the afternoon before. He'd been a young man and she'd let him pick her up in the hotel lounge where she was having lunch. He'd claimed to be a salesman, said his name was Mike, and had bought her a half-dozen drinks before inviting her up to his suite. Of course, she had gone; why else did she go into the city every few weeks? God, she was only thirty-eight and a long ways from being sexually over the hill ... yet, it was absolutely nothing anymore with Gus! And Mike ... he'd been such a wonderful lover ... young and handsome ... his long, thick cock racing in and out of her needing pussy like a hardened greased firebrand, taking her again and again into misty clouds of blissful ecstasy!
"What's your opinion, Mavis?" Helen was directing to her, interrupting her erotic reverie.
"I'm sorry, girls ... I ... I guess my mind was elsewhere for a minute," she apologized, leaning forward. "What was it you asked?"
"You haven't been listening ... ?" Helen questioned, her eyes widening. "Well, to repeat the gist of bur conversation, Mrs. Edwards, Helen and I are both of the opinion that Miss Arlen should be looked into. After all, she is working with our young people ... your own son, for example, Mavis, and it seems that we should know more about her. We, our husbands and ourselves, have quite an investment in the Canyon, and it seems to me that we should protect it from any distasteful element ... don't you agree?"
"Why ... why yes, of course, Helen," Mavis answered, confused. "But I don't quite see what you're getting at with Janice Arlen? You say distasteful ... ?
"Naturally, I don't mean that quite as harshly as it sounds," the fetching red-head hastened to add. "I'm merely suggesting that we learn a bit more regarding our voluptuous neighbor. After all, she is single, young and beautiful, and we all have husbands who are nothing short of being men. Now, if that isn't clear enough, I'll say that I, for one, intend to protect my investment ... which is the Mr. Frank Trumble, husband and sometimes playboy, though he's not aware that I know about the latter. In short, I believe it would be wise if you girls joined forces with me. After all, dolls, you've got as much to lose as I have ... "
"I think she's right, Mavis," Jenny Evans agreed, draining the wine from her glass and pouring again out of the half-empty decanter. Her eyes had begun to gleam as she spoke. "It's not that I'm worried so much about Harry. God, he's just about at the end of his rope ... and that's looking more feeble everyday, but we do have the young people she is teaching, like your Dickie, to consider. Now, my idea is for one of us to pay her a little visit ... a social call more or less, and see what we can learn. Personally, I have the time and would be quite willing ... "
"Wait," Helen interrupted, holding up her hand. "The fellows just drove in. Let's hold this conversation until tomorrow afternoon. We can get together at my house if you like ... ?"
"Say about two-ish?" the plump woman quickly suggested.
"Fine," Helen replied. "How about you Mavis?"
"Very well ... I'll be there ... but I still don't get the reasoning behind it all ... "
"Shhhhh ... here they come ... "
CHAPTER FIVE
Jan had never actually known remorse following one of her seductions. There had been occasions when fear of discovery had kept her on a nervous keel the following day, and times like this Friday morning when she suffered with a hangover from the liquor she had consumed throughout the remainder of the afternoon and evening after Dickie had left. She was not worried, however, that her little darling was about to share his lustful secret with anyone. Surprisingly enough, he hadn't been ashamed when it was all over, and was pleased when she kissed him at the door, then whispered that next time they would do all the things she had promised.
Now, she smiled to herself as she lie in bed, though her head felt as if it were about to burst. She had taken two aspirin and was on her second vodka-tonic, having long-since learned that a bit-of-the-hair-of-the-dog was truly a remedy ... at least it was for her. She could hear Shelly's voice on the telephone, phoning her student's homes as she instructed and canceling all lessons for the day ...
"Yes, man ... Miss Arlen isn't feeling at all well ... A touch of the flu, she thinks, Mrs. Harvey ... Yes, I'll tell her, and thank you ... "
The girl was quite capable, Jan thought as she listened to her proficiently handling the task. She stretched languorously in the bed, the thin satin-sheet alone covering her nakedness. Once more, she sipped from the glass, mentally noting that her vile headache was beginning to subside. Really, she needed an extra day's rest once in awhile, one in which she did nothing but good-off and lazily lie around, not even bothering to get dressed. Shelly could fix her some breakfast and lunch when she was ready for it ...
"I've called them all, Miss Arlen," the tall lissome girl informed from the doorway in her young, throaty voice, her slender fingers combing at her short hair. "No problems," she added, her dark-eyes discerningly sweeping over Jan's outlined curves beneath the covering sheet.
"Thank you, Shelly. You can just go on with your regular cleaning if you like," Jan said. "Every thing but this room ... "
"I forgot to pick up my check yesterday, Miss Arlen," the teenager calmly interrupted.
"Oh ... I'm terribly sorry, Shelly. I forgot ail about it," Jan apologized. "I hope it didn't cause you too much inconvenience?"
"With the exception of my father's flying into a rage, none at all," she replied, mater-of-factly. "I forgot it, too; then after I'd left, I remembered, and came back."
For a long moment, Jan weighed her words, watching the unmoving willowy figure framed in the open doorway, subconsciously noting that it was briefly covered with the same garments that had adorned it yesterday. The attractive teenager's statement struck a dischording note of possible meaning then, and reflexively, the blonde girl raised to her elbows, the sheet being concealingly held in place by the tiny peaks of her semi-hardened, pink nipples. A sinking sensation gripped at the base of her belly as she stared into the shrewd, calculating eyes of her young curvaceous employee.
"You ... . you came back ... ?" Jan finally questioned, surprised at the hoarseness of her own voice.
Shelly slowly nodded, her dark-eyes never leaving the older .girl's slackened, open-mouthed face. She moved silently inside the doorway then, closing the barrier with a soundless effort, she said: "Queer world, isn't it, Miss Arlen? Everyone has their particular ... or should I say, peculiar desires ... wants ... and hang-ups. Now ... you take me. I really don't ask for very much, but it's no good at home and I want to fly the coop. The problem is, my old-man never lets me get enough bread together to feather out my wings! He's always got his hand out for beer-money. And you know, it wouldn't take too much cash to care for Shelly? That is, I'm frugal, Miss Arlen. Why ... a thousand dollars would probably look after my wants and needs for a damn long time ... know what I mean?"
Jan stared at the youthful girl who was slowly approaching her bed, an expression of innocence brightening her face. Yes, yes ... the horrifying part was that she feared she did know what the teenager meant ... and only too well! Blackmail! My God, she'd seen them ... !
"I ... I don't know what you're talking about, Shelly ... " Jan said without realizing that she'd spoken the words.
The lovely young girl's pretty face broadened in smile. "Oh, come on now, Miss Arlen. Games are fun up to a point ... but we've played this one out! I watched you suck-off Dickie Edwards yesterday afternoon! Now, what the hell more do you want me to say? Like ... I'm going to have a chat with his mama?"
Jan's arms collapsed, but not before the sheet fell away, leaving her lying there with the rounded white mounds of her full breasts completely exposed. She was hardly aware of the revelation, but had she looked closely at her teenaged blackmailer she would have known that the younger girl was.
Shelly sensed the hot ripples of arousal the sight of Jan Arlen's naked white breasts were kindling within her. She thought of how she had lain awake the night before remembering them, and all of the other soft, feminine delicacies the blonde beauty possessed ... but hardly more than she'd remembered Dickie Edward's cock! Mother ... what was it with her, anyway? Where from here? She hadn't slept all night with the turmoil of it tearing at her brain! Male! Female! Both ... ?
At the moment, she saw only the enticing beauty of the older blonde girl's naked white breasts, and the urge to touch them, caress them, even kiss and suck them was a growing overwhelming passion inside her. She moved toward the bed, silently sitting down on its edge beside the staring older girl.
"Don't worry, Miss Arlen ... Jan ... " she half-whispered in her youthful husky tones. "I won't sell you out ... if you're nice to me. Look . , she said, suddenly reaching into her shirt pocket. "I brought us some pot to smoke! It's like heaven compared to that crap you're drinking! I mean, no hangover ... nothing but a beautiful ride on the clouds up there ... just you and me, all alone today ... two love-hungry girls with no place to go ... but to each other!"
Jan heard herself whimper as the teenager lay her hand on the sheet covering her rib-cage, then smooth it upward until it actually touched her exposed naked breast! The hot softness of the girl's warm hand against the resilient white mound was indescribable! Again, she' moaned aloud, her mind a racing inferno of trapping, yet, sensually arousing thoughts as the enticing teenager began to caressingly massage the fullness of her firmly rounded breast with delicious, provoking strokes.
"Wh ... What are you trying to do ... ?" Jan chokingly questioned. "M -My God, Shelly ... I-I'll give you the money to leave ... a thousand dollars ... "
"I want more! I want more! Miss Arlen ... Jan, baby ... ! ! want you!" the teenager hoarsely whispered. "I want you to eat my cunt the way you ... you sucked Dickie off yesterday! I want that ... and I want to lick your pussy while you do it! I don't care what happens ... that's what I want, and that's ... that's what we're going to do ... !"
"Oh ... oh, my God!" Jan exclaimed, the phrase more of a vent to her own mounting passions than shock at what the girl had said. She had never before known the intimate touch of another female, not the understanding warmth it could fire within her naked body. She sensed the uncontrollable hot seepage that had immediately started to secrete from between her flushing pussy-lips, moistening her soft, inner-thighs, the warming sensations at the base of her belly from the young girl's erotically knowing hand. "This ... this isn't right, Shelly! It isn't, you know ... I-I'm just not that type of person ... "
'Type ... ? Well now ... " Shelly hissed, her young dark-eyes narrowing, "Just what type would you classify yourself, Honey? I mean, sucking boy-cocks for a mature woman must be considered some sort of aberration, wouldn't you think?"
Jan continued to stare in disbelief at the younger girl, unable to comprehend the aroused sensations her delicate teenaged hand had sensually touched off within her. She had never felt so at loss for words in her life, not so completely and helplessly entrapped. Suddenly, she realized that she was rolling her head back and forth on the pillow in a negative gesture of confusion ...
"Oh, it's all right, Miss Arlen," Shelly soothed, leaning over her to brush a soft, warm hand across her brow and slowly down the line of her cheek, her fingertips lightly tracing the almost imperceptible bone structure beneath. "I-I've never considered myself that type, as you put it, either ... but today, I am ... and you're going to be ... at least, just this once ... " She sat upright then and reached into her shirt pocket, bringing out two brown-papered cylinders, resembling small cigars. Without a word, she found a book of matches in the same pocket and lighted one. Then, she said: "Now watch me to see how I do it."
Jan did, and in shocked fascination at knowing that the lithe girl was boldly puffing on a marijuana cigarette right in her very home ... and that shortly, she would be expected by her young blackmailing temptress to do the same! My God, could it really be happening? Yes ... yes ... she could actually smell the almost sickening sweet aroma of the cannabis resin ... . pure hashish! Somewhere, she had read that ... !
"Slowly at first, Honey," Shelly said, placing the burning weed between Jan's fingers. Then, she lighted the other one. "Like this," she instructed once more, drawing on it gently, but deeply, inhaling in the same manner.
Jan could never answer even to herself why she did it, but it was as if she knew there was no alternative, and hesitantly, she did as the youthful, dark-eyed girl instructed, surprised that the taste was strange but not unpleasant. She watched Shelly eagerly nodding her head, a tiny sparkle in the depth of her eyes beginning to show itself. With less hesitation, she repeated the act, taking more of the smoke and drawing it deeper into her lungs, holding it there for long seconds in the manner of the tomboyish, maturely curved teenager.
Neither spoke for a space of minutes, while Jan continued to more daringly experiment. After a few inhalations, she realized that she hardly noticed it going down; it was that smooth. Finally, she took a long, deep measure of the smoke and held it as long as did Shelly seated on the bed beside her.
"You like it don't you, Honey?" the girl said with a soft, warm smile, her husky voice seeming to come from a great distance off.
"I ... I really don't know," Jan replied, aware that she herself was smiling, and that a light little laugh had come from her throat. But in truth, she was beginning to feel feathery ... very fluffy and wonderful ... and the longer she withheld the smoke, the more elated she seemed to become. She saw Shelly Carter's enticing young face smiling at her, almost as if it were floating in the air and ... coming down toward her. Soft and gentle young hands moved along the keenly sensitive flesh of her naked arms and shoulders ... and then, once more to her now, hardened nippled breasts, causing a fiery little tingle to spread through the erogenous white mounds. A fleeting trace of apprehension made its presence known within her, but it was immediately diluted in the realm of warmth the cigarette had captivatingly spread throughout her entire being.
Possessively, Jan started to reach out and cup the lovely young face, but it seemed to drift away, out of her reach, and then she sensed the cigarette being taken from her fingers.
"I think we've both had just enough, Honey," the face's exquisite mouth whispered. "Now, I'm going to get naked ... and lie down beside you ... and we'll both find out things ... together ... ."
Jan swallowed tightly, her mind beginning to fill with its particular vein of erotic stimulation from Shelly's suggestive words. She watched as the alluring teenager quickly stripped away her clothes, revealing the smoothly flowing curves of her youthful white nakedness, from the firmly thrusting, mounds of her young cherry-nippled breasts, down her slender waist and soft belly to the dark, silken triangle of curls between her fully rounded thighs and long, shapely legs. A brief sensation of confusion again flittered through Jan as she gaped at the delicate, feminine beauty in its naked white loveliness, but she refused to let it linger. Her lecherous obsession to possess youth was too overwhelming. Something wickedly fascinating ... strangely forbidden and sensuously beautiful was about to happen and she wanted it ... perhaps, needed it, just as this bewitching young girl before her needed it ... whatever it was ... !
Shelly could hardly believe it was happening the very way she'd planned that it would. Yet, even hi her own excitement and with the crazy high of the pot's exhilarating world, she still felt bewildered with herself, both aggressive and passive. A wild feeling was tormenting her belly, and she suspected that Jan Arlen was probably experiencing the same. The intimate touch of another girl had never really been her desire ... had it? And right at that moment the idea was both inciting and revolting her, the combination of the two stupid emotions causing her to wonder why she had schemed the whole scene into being! Miss Arlen was no lesbian, anymore than was she, herself, yet, damnit, the sight of her lying there with the sheet only half-covering her, and the expression in those cat-like green-eyes ... ! There wasn't any question! They both wanted each other ... !
Pushing all thought from her mind, Shelly bent over the bed and drew the satin covering from Jan's naked white body, then lowered herself down beside her, surprised when Jan immediately raised up to engulf her inside her soft arms. Shelly couldn't restrain the little whimper as the older girl drew her young body against her, until they made hot, pressing contact and her own lithe suppleness seemed to flow into Jan's quivering soft contours. Eagerly, Shelly smoothed her one hand to clasp with open palm at the voluptuous blonde's velvety-skinned back, while with the other she cupped with gentle fingers her full, yielding breast.
Jan gasped at the initial contact, buoyantly electrified by the soft, small hands caressing her, and she lecherously drew Shelly's youthful nakedness tightly to her, while she pressed her own tremulous curves hotly against the girl. She bent her head downward while Shelly raised hers, both of them straining until their lips met. It was a timid union at first, each feeling the quiveringly warm, delineated imprint of the other " ... and then their kiss grew more fervent.
Both sensed their confused rigidity relaxing under the hot sensuousness of their building desire, their tiny voluptuously soft bodies hotly following suit. In mounting passion, they began to rub briskly against one another, their aroused loins writhing to meet as were their lips.
"Oh ... oh damn, Miss Arlen ... !" Shelly breathed heatedly into the golden-haired, older girl's carnally awakened face. "I-I don't know what made ... made me want to ... but you're so beautiful ... !"
"Shhhh ... don't question it, Baby ... don't even speak!" Jan hissed, completely swept up in the erotic salacity of their act, forcing her small pink tongue wetly into the receptive teenaged mouth before her. Simultaneously, one eager hand began to feel and caress the girl's smaller, firm breasts, gently pinching and taunting their tiny dark-nipples into little marbles of hardness. Restlessly, it brushed with exploring fingers down along her ribs to the flowing swell of her young full hips, there, smoothing behind to possessively clutch and massage the naked ovals of Shelly's full, warm-fleshed buttocks.
Shelly moaned behind closed eyes, reveling in her drug-induced euphoria. Once more, she sensed Jan's long slender fingers flitting up her rib-cage to finally catch at a nipple, rolling and taunting it in a tenderly understanding caress that only a woman could know. She felt her whole infused body quiver at the lewd forbiddeness of their lovemaking. Her brain reeled in mounting lust, and she knew, had she wanted to, it was too late to change her mind. She couldn't resist the lecherous advances she had unleashed within the now feverish, golden-haired girl.
Jan's enthusiastic fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently rolled her onto her back, her head upon the pillow. Her breasts rose and fell with every panting gasp, and she opened her eyes to see the young woman's beautiful, soft mouth engulfing one of their nipples. All of the ruby-like areola with its hardened bud disappeared in a hot, moist heat within her sucking lips, then a swift flicking tongue sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward along the nerve-ends of her naked flesh to her pot-glazed brain. Breathing heavily, Jan orally sucked and tongued the satin-like, firm mounds of cherry-crested flesh, while her hot, tremulous thigh raised to slither over Shelly's, entwining around it, the soft golden-curls at the base of her belly brushing warmly against the teenager's smoothly arched hips. Again, she raised her impassioned face and her lush, parted lips found the girl's, as with fiery possession she darted her hot little tongue info the teenager's whimpering mouth.
God, she could hardly believe the intense flames which the delicious nearness and feel of Shelly's soft naked body had touched off inside her. It had to be the marijuana twisting her mind, blinding her into such licentious doings, making her want to possess this girl as much as any boy she had ever seduced! Her churning belly and hot, flushed loins seethed with her mounting desire. Suddenly, she felt the teenager's tiny damp tongue worm hotly up into her mouth and she hungrily sucked on it, while the younger girl's hand trailed over her sensually fired body with fascinating little touches. They brushed like feathers over her quivering breasts, her sides and the tingling hollow of her back, their bodies finally locking together once more as the young caressing hand reached the fleshy ovals of her buttocks. Jan's breath quickened when she felt the yielding mounds being pressed apart and a finger began to intoxicatingly stroke at her tiny, puckered anus with a tender and provocative touch.
Abruptly, Jan raised to her elbow, taking one of Shelly's youthfully firm breasts in her cupping hand, her soft fingers teasing its hardened little nipple. She let her lustful eyes rove thirstily over the teenager's lithe, smooth nakedness in unique delight. Finally, her voice trembling, she said: "I-I've never done this before, Baby ... have you?"
Unhesitantly, Shelly shook her head. "Honest to God ... I never have!"
"But you've wanted to ...?"
"I-I don't know ... I-If I did, I never realized it until yesterday ... when I saw you naked ... and so beautiful. I knew I wanted to then ... but only with you. Oh mother, I sound like some kind of nut! Maybe I am ... but I'm no lesbian ... not really, I mean. Honest! Do you believe me?"
Why shouldn't I, Darling?" Jan whispered, excitedly smiling as she continued to tenderly massage the satiny flesh of the girl's warm, pliant breast. "I know that I'm not and never have been ... I want to do these things to you. Do you understand that?"
"I don't know ... and I don't care ... I just don't want you to stop ... maybe not ever!" Shelly unashamedly hissed.
"M-My God!" Jan gasped at the girl's electrifying admittance. "Y-You're so young, baby ... so lovely and soft and young! Are you a virgin?"
"No ... I've been fucked ... and more than once," Shelly quickly replied. "I liked it too, very much in fact. But that has nothing to do with this ... with us, does it?"
"N-No, Baby ... it has nothing to do with us," Jan replied, her drug-incited brain spuming with the erotic charges surging through her at the beautiful naked girl's free use of lurid words in her sincerity. Slowly she ran her hand over the yielding little bowl of the teenager's belly and downward into the silken dark triangle of hair to tauntingly idle there. "H-Have you ever sucked a boy?" she heard herself suddenly ask.
"Y-You mean ... sucked a boy's cock ... like you were doing to Dickie Edwards yesterday?" Shelly questioned, her young dark-eyes showing a new luster.
"Y-Yess ... like that ... "
The girl shook her head. "No ... but I wanted to yesterday ... when I watched you!" she whispered, suddenly licking out with her tiny pink tongue to moisten her soft, feminine lips. "I was so damned hot that ... that I made myself cum right there in the hallway ... honest!"
Jan stared down at the uninhibited, striking young face with its glowing dark-eyes, a further wave of sensual excitement sweeping through her at the lovely, naked teenager's lewd confession. She bent down and feverishly kissed Shelly's tongue-moistened lips, then whispered: "Would you really like to, Baby ... suck a boy's cock, I mean?"
"I ... I ... yes, I think so if I was hot enough!" the girl stammered, her eyes beginning to question. "But I don't know if I could let him ... cum in my mouth ... !"
"Oh, you could, Darling!" Jan assured her. "My God, yes! You'd want him to! Once you begin to suck him you can't stop ... not until it squirts right into your mouth like ambrosia! Honest, Baby! There's nothing in the whole world like it ... !"
"Oh mother ... I don't know ... !" Shelly managed in confusion.
"Never mind," Jan whispered, laying a finger across her lap. "You've got to trust Jan now, Darling," she added, beginning to trace her finger intimately along the sparse, hair-lined pink crevice of the teenager's tight, moistening pussy as the other opened her thighs to her. Teasingly, Jan slipped the finger downward into the warm smooth cleft between her young full buttocks to caress the tiny pursed lips of her puckered anus.
"Oohhh ... ohh, damn!" Shelly groaned, reaching to cup the older girl's lush, naked breast. "I-I'd trust you with any thing right now ... !"
Jan could hear her own heavy breathing in her chest. She said: "The ... the very feel of your warm, smooth skin ... it drives me wild, Baby! I-I never thought that another girl could do this to me ... but maybe, we're both finding out things .,!"
"Yes ... I know! I feel that way too!"
"I never dreamed that ... that I'd do what I'm going to, little girl," Jan choked, "but I'm going to ... just as you're going to suck cock! Do ... do you know what I mean, Darling?"
Shelly nodded, her eyes wildly excited. "Y-Yes! Only, please ... please do it ... and I'll do it to you!" she hissed up into Jan's panting face, watching and breathlessly waiting as the blonde girl began to slide down away ... down her trembling young passion-infused body ...
Naked to the waist as usual, and wearing a pair of unevenly cut-off, faded pants, Felix Ronson went about his yard duties in customary juggernaut fashion. His blank, orfish face that might appear expressionless to a passer-by belied the intricate workings going on in his nubbin head. He was going to make her do it to him, he determinedly thought as he continued to diligently prune the hedge, just the way he'd watched her do it to that creep, Dickie Edwards yesterday. He was going to shove it right into her mouth and ... and maybe he'd even fuck her, too!
She was the prettiest woman he'd ever seen in his whole life, "just as Shelly Carter who lived down the street from him was the prettiest girl! He thought about both of them a lot, about the way they'd look all naked with their white tits and asses exposed before him and their soft, hairy pussies between their legs ... but he'd never dreamed it possible that he might ever really see either one of them that way. And then, yesterday, when he'd been trimming the rose bush by Miss Arlen's bedroom window, he'd seen it all! There, both she and Edwards were on the bed without a stitch on, and she sucking his puny cock like crazy! Man, for a minute, he'd thought he was going to go right out of his skull watching them, and then he'd realized he was drooling again and he had his own hardened cock in his hand, stroking it as fast as he could!
He realized that he wasn't very smart and that people around town called him Oaf, but maybe if he hadn't had to quit school in seventh grade to take care of his Ma, it would be a different for him. Just because he didn't have book-learning though, wasn't to say that he was stupid about everything, his Ma said, and he knew she was right. He could take a car engine apart and put it back together as well as any garage mechanic, and nobody could fix electrical things any better than he could. No sir, he wasn't as dumb as people figured, but he'd learned that sometimes it was better to let them think he was ... and even dumber, if they wanted to.
For instance, half the night he'd lain awake in bed planning just how he was going to do it, what he would say to her and everything. Then, the idea had flashed to go see Dickie Edwards the first thing that morning and let him know that he'd seen the whole damned thing. Christ, what a shock that little fink had gotten as they stood in front of his big house and he'd just let him have it, both barrels ... !
WH-What're you talking about, for crap sake?" Dickie had choked, like as if he was eating half of his words. "You must be nuts, Oaf ... !"
"Don't call me that, you little bastard, or I'll plow you!" he'd growled right back at the punk, watching him shy off, plenty scared. "And I ain't nuts either! I saw you both ... her sucking your skinny cock and everything! What's more, you try to lie out of it and I'm going in and tell the whole story to your old-lady! Now what do you think of that, fink?"
Felix grinned to himself while he went on with his pruning, occasionally wiping the spittle from his small, thick-lipped mouth as he thought about the whole wild scene. Shit, it hadn't taken the little squirt long to see he'd meant business. He'd been just about ready to bawl when Felix had said:
"Okay ... you don't want me to say anything ... so I won't. But here's what you do: you come over to Miss Arlen's this morning with me. I'll be working there on the hedge. And the first chance we get, we're going in and you're going to tell her to suck me off, just the way she did to you! And if she doesn't, I'm going to blow the whole goddamned thing to your old-lady and everybody else ... !"
Man, had he squirmed and bleated on that, the nubbin-headed boy thought, his wet grin still broadening his oafish features. He'd come up with more damned reasons why it wouldn't work than Felix could count, even to the fact that Shelly Carter would be there doing the housework, but none of them had done him any good. Tears were in his little funky eyes when he'd finally understood that old Felix Ronson didn't intend to take no for an answer, and all the way to Miss Arlen's he'd felt his long, thick cock growing stiff as a log inside his shorts.
Then, to top it off, he'd had to go into the kitchen for a drink of water and heard Shelly Carter on the telephone talking to Miss Arlen's students and telling them not to come for their lessons because she was sick. At first, he'd gotten a sinking feeling in his gut; that meant his plans were all going to fall through! He'd gone back out into the yard feeling lousy about the whole thing, and then he'd caught a glance of Miss Arlen through her bedroom window in one of those frilly negligee things. She was fixing herself a drink of booze and kind of smiling ... not looking like she was one damned bit sick!
Yeah ... it was going to work after all, the big, thick-chested teenager thought, wiping at his wet, grinning lips as he looked up and saw Dickie Edwards walking reluctantly along the street toward him ...
CHAPTER SIX
Shelly Carter raised her head to watch in captivation as Jan suddenly nestled her beautiful, sensually excited face into the warm hollow between her receptively spread thighs. Wild and erotic sensations rippled through her tingling young loins and belly as she felt ardent kisses along the hot flesh of her soft inner thighs. Warm puffs of breath brushed at the smooth, sensitive skin ... and then followed the magic, wet contact of the blonde girl's tiny tongue hotly licking the pink, hair-lined crevice of her pussy as if experimentally ... simply licking in long grazing strokes that slowly grew more bold! From the bottom of the pink ribbon of moistened flesh to its very tip, the tiny tongue caressingly played, not entering, but causing the gasping teenager to raise her naked loins with each breathtaking up-lick of tongue against the ragged edges of her feverishly prickling cunt-lips.
Shelly sensed the tiny hardened bud of her pink clitoris peeking out from it's hooded little reveling in the first spasmodic stab of erotic sensation as the loving, wet tongue knowingly grazed it. She gasped with a hissing sound, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow, while Jan, her lecherous drive all but consuming her, eased her tongue inside the clinging, raw flesh, drawing upward from its wet little vaginal mouth ... upward toward the palpitating bud of her tiny, quivering nerve plexus.
The curvaceous teenager's throat began to insanely work and strain. She held her breath, then sharply exhaled at the deliciously ecstatic contact ... and suddenly, there came new delights!
Jan, whose seething loins were aflame with hot tongues of increasing lust at the incredible, lecherous desire Shelly's enticing young body had kindled within her, hungrily pressed her hot lips closer. With them, she ravenously separated the moist, yielding mouth of the girl's tight, hair-fringed cunt, reaching upward with both hands at the same time to claim and massage her heaving, youthful breasts. She felt almost omnivorous in her new passionate delight, her mouth open and hot, with nothing but seething tongue exploring the hot, wet cunt before it. She tongue-lashed the writhing teenager's tiny quivering clitoris, tongued everywhere in the hot, pink flesh of Shelly's throbbing pussy, wet with its flowing lubricating juices mixed with her own saliva. Lizard-like, Jan's insane little tongue raced up the clutching channel of Shelly's burning vagina in thrusting, straining, swirling strokes, then invariable returned to the young girl's wildly palpitating clitoris.
Shelly moaned uncontrollably, while ripples of lust-fired carnality convulsed her smooth, sensuous young flesh. She began to explosively gasp and drew back her legs, thrusting her open, teenaged cunt lewdly upward to bring the magic tongue tighter into the searing hot core of her naked white body. Jan was gasping, sucking air in short surges, never breaking the lecherously swirling contact of her eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even her nose was immersed in the wet, pink flesh of Shelly's steaming pussy ...
"Oh ... ohhh, mother ... it's beautiful! Crazy wild beautiful!" Shelly choked, overwhelmed with the unbelievable sensations her golden-haired lover was bringing her. "Ooohh please ... don't ever stop! Oh God ... I-I think I'm going to flip it's so beautiful ... !"
Dickie Edwards had thought of every way possible to try and persuade Felix Ronson from going through with his repulsive plan, but nothing he could do or say would change the nubbin-headed boy's mind. Either he go into Miss Arlen's house with him right then and there, or expect that his old-lady was going to hear the whole goddamned story!
Dickie was near sick with both fear and the thought of the hatred Miss Arlen was going to feel toward him from that day on. She'd never believe that he hadn't told Felix the whole story, he felt, and he knew she'd never forgive him! Oh ... and he liked her so much ... Next time, she was going to let him do all those things that she'd promised, too ...!
"We'll go in through the kitchen," Felix said, leading the way.
"Wait! Hadn't we better ring the bell?" Dickie questioned, hesitating. "Shelly's there and she'll answer the door ... "
"Shut up and come on, fink!" the big boy growled. "We're going to do this my way, remember? Okay ... so we go in the back door ... !"
They did, the older boy leading the way, with Dickie tremblingly following and wishing he were dead. They found the kitchen empty. Surprisingly light on his feet, Felix silently led the way through the house, pausing at the studio door to find it unoccupied before proceeding along the hallway toward the bedrooms. Reaching the nearly closed door of the room both knew to be the music teacher's, the thick-chested boy paused and listened. He leaned his ear close, then turned toward Dickie, his small eyes widening.
"In there!" he whispered. "And she ain't alone, voices ... I heard 'em, hissing-like, and heavy breathing ... ! Christ maybe she's got somebody else in there today ... !"
Dickie refused to believe that and moved closer to listen. But there was no question ... he heard them, too ... only they both sounded like girl's whispering voices ... ! He couldn't resist gently pressing the slightly ajar door inward several inches ... until suddenly, he saw them reflected in the mirror of the vanity ... ! Oh. man ... it was Miss Arlen and Shelly Carter, both naked and squirming wildly on the bed, with Miss Arlen right down between Shelly's spread legs ... eating her cunt like crazy!
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"Ooohhhhh ... ohh mother ... " Shelly moaned to the blonde-girl's sucking of her tiny, frenzied clitoris. Jan was nipping at it with her small, white teeth, sending almost violent spasms of erotic pleasure spiraling through her teenaged body. It was nearly maddening ... but bearably maddening! Then Jan's hot, wet tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of her dilated vagina once more, moistly rotating at its clasping, nibbling mouth, slipping deeply into the youthful clutching hole between her wide-spread legs.
In her frantic twisting and squirming beneath Jan's lecherous onslaught, they had both moved around cross-wise on the bed, and unable to restrain herself any longer, the teenager whimpered: "Oh ... oh God ... turn around! I-I want to do it to you, too ... !"
Jan didn't hesitate, nor did her sucking mouth and licking tongue ever lose contact with the younger girl's seethingly wet pussy as she quickly manipulated her curvaceous nakedness up on all-fours, coming down over Shelly with her knees snug against her slender ribcage on either side. She pressed her lush, white buttocks back and down toward the young, eager face, feeling them part along with the flushed lips of her heatedly charged cunt, until her spread loins were but a tongue-length from the teenager's excited, moistened lips.
The intoxicating sight of Jan's sparse, golden-sprinkled genitals wetly hovering above her face had a momentary hypnotic effect on Shelly's pot-glazed mind, and she feverishly stared at the proximity of its lust-firing intricacy. She licked out then, the enticing pink crevice with its frame of blonde curls like a magnate to her as she drew her trembling tongue through the hot, velvety length of it. She reached up and caught tightly to the yielding ovals of Jan's smooth, white buttocks, pulling her down closer while she ran the small oral member again and again through the searing liquid flesh. Eagerly, she explored the other's tiny, erect clitoris, her burning, moist vagina, the baby-like slit of her urethra, as her own insane passion mounted in her quaking belly and loins.
Abruptly, she felt her legs being raised and pressed back with Jan's soft hands cupping the tremulous moons of her buttocks. Then, her lover's maddening tongue trailed downward through the smooth crevice of her ass to her anus! Wildly, it licked and stabbed, until suddenly it was firmly pressing into the small puckered hole, penetrating but a fraction of an inch ... when the commotion all began ... !
"Jesus Christ!" Felix Ronson choked, shoving open the door and grasping at the swollen length of penial flesh in the front of his pants when he just couldn't stand by and watch their licentious performance any longer. "I don't know about you, fink, but I'm going to join this party!"
"My God ... !" Jan gasped out in utter shock, raising her head to gape at the pair standing inside her bedroom doorway, their presence actually freezing her in her lurid position. "Oh, my God ... !"
"Wh-What is it?" Shelly questioned, the tone of Jan's exclamation sending a sinking wave of nausea racing through her. Desperately, she tried to strain her neck to see from where she lay imprisoned beneath the blonde girl's spread loins. "Tell me, what's happened ... ?"
"Fuck, Shelly baby, I'll tell you what it's all about!" the big, nubbin-headed boy said, grinning and sniggering as he lewdly clutched at the heavy rod of hardness bulging out the front of his cut-off pants. Droolingly, he added: "Right, Dickie? We ain't just going to tell 'em, we're going to show 'em, ain't we ... ?"
Dickie wasn't certain whether he was more aghast, hurt, or crazy incited by what he had seen taking place on the bed, and even now, with the way they were still nakedly entangled with each other, their mouths glistening wet from eating one another's frigging cunt! At first, he'd felt just like crying right out at the sight of Miss Arlen licking Shelly Carter's pussy; he was that jealous, but in seconds, as his own cock began to stretch and harden, another vengeful sensation of lust swept through him!
"Yeah ... that's right, Felix ... we're going to show 'em!" he replied, starting to pull at his own clothes when he saw the bigger boy quickly slipping his pants off and his long, thick cock thrusting out from between his legs like a tent-pole.
"My God! What do you think you're doing?" Jan half-choked, still unable to move in her stupefied shock, even as her gaping eyes locked on the poling thickness of Felix Ronson's overgrown length of solid hardness. She was hardly aware of Shelly's frightened young body that was helplessly squirming in under her, trying to free herself from her lewdly exposed position. "Stop it ... both of you ... ! Put on those clothes and get out of my house! I-I'll call the police ... I swear I will ... !"
"Oh shit, Miss Arlen, you ain't going to call no one and you know it!" Felix said, lustfully palming his heavy, thrusting young cock, beginning to stroke its thick foreskin backhand forth as he moved slowly toward the bed. "Just don't try to be ornery with me because you think I don't know anything. Maybe ... maybe I don't know much in book stuff, but I know I saw you sucking Edward's cock here yesterday ... and you were just eatin' Shelly's cunt! Now, you're going to do something for me, because there ain't no way you can get out of it!"
Once more, Jan half-whimpered in helpless entrapment, well aware that everything the oafish boy had said was unquestionably true! There was absolutely nothing that either she or the teenaged girl beneath her could do! They had been caught cold in their salacious act, and there was nowhere for either of them to turn. Then, as she was trying to think of some way to make it easier on Shelly, even as her lecherous eyes remained fixed on the thick-chested boy's long, rod of heavy-veined hardness in his lewdly stroking hand, the girl beneath her partially whispered:
"I-I'm not afraid, Jan ... if you're not! R-Remember what we were talking about at first, and ... and you said I'd love it ... ?"
"Y-Yes, Baby ... I remember ... but are you sure?" Jan stammered, new sensations of lecherous desire beginning to ripple through her at the lovely young teenager's words. She couldn't resist placing a warm kiss on the open pink crevice of Shelly's wet pussy as she waited for the girl's answer.
A sensual shudder rippled through the youthful teenager's naked white body at Jan's unhidden, affectionate gesture, and in her own passion she replied in kind, tickling the raw, moistened flesh of the older girl's flushed cunt with her tiny pink tongue. Then, she said: "I'm sure ... honest!"
"Man, oh man!" Dickie gasped, kicking off his shorts and clutching at his own stiffened cock as he moved around on the opposite side of the bed to stare down at Shelly's attractive face smothered in Miss Arlen's spread, wet loins. Crap, he'd never seen anything like this! She'd actually had her little tongue right inside the music teacher's pink pussy! And now, she was laying her head back until it was near-dangling off the edge of the bed as her eyes looked up at him.
"Come on, Dickie ... bring it up here nice and close so I can kiss it for you!" Shelly hissed up at Mm.
Jan couldn't resist craning her neck around to watch, while Felix moved to where he could see also, and Dickie edged in close until his young, throbbing penis was right over Shelly's mouth, his teenaged balls dangling above her eyes and nose. The boy spread his legs wide to get over her face as she tilted her head back and with one hand grasping his cock and pulling it down, the naked girl slipped her open moist lips over its head, pressing back its foreskin at the same time as she began to suck.
Incredible sensations of lecherous heat raged through Jan's intensively seething loins at the bizarre sight, while Dickie gasped out in his excited young lust and Shelly began to hum and moan around his young embedded cock in her mouth. At the same time, the older girl felt Shelly's small, gentle hand begin to finger the steaming, open crevice between her widespread thighs, slithering in and out of her clasping vagina and occasionally grazing her tiny, erect clitoris.
So overwhelming were the erotic sensations charging through Jan from the beautiful girl's manipulations to her inflamed cunt, that she hardly heard the moaning sounds and panting breaths around her. Instead, she reached out for Felix's length of hardened cock, clasping it possessively and stroking its heavy outer layer of skin back and forth as she gently guided the boy toward her. When he was close enough, she pressed the foreskin back, exposing the spongy, blood-filled head, then quickly plunged her mouth onto its viscidly smooth thickness!
"Uuggnnnhhh ... !" the big boy gasped, staring down at the fusion of his hardened penis with her face and at the oval of her lush lips clasping tightly around it as her tongue began to lash and swirl hotly over the pulsating knob! Then, before he could hardly get his balance and shove it further into her mouth, Jan had withdrawn her lips and pointed the wet tip at Shelly's tight, pink cunt between the wide-spread thighs that the blonde-girl still held raised.
"Come closer, Darling! You're going to fuck Shelly with this handsome cock!" Jan lustfully ordered as the big boy stumbled forward, his drooling lips hanging in a slackened looseness. "And I'll help!" she added, guiding his pulsating cock-head toward the snug little mouth of the younger girl's pink, wet vagina. With the splayed fingers of one hand, Jan parted the swollen, flushed pussy-lips wide, while with the other, she drew the tip of Felix's thick young cock up through it, insinuating it finally at the tight little channel-mouth. She felt the curvaceous teenager's lovely white body tremble in anticipation beneath her, the girl's soft, vulnerable loins quivering to the sensual titillation ... and then, as Jan continued to clasp the long rod of hardness, she said: "Now, easy ... push it into her, Darling! We'll fuck her for a little while and then I'll suck it some more! First her pussy, then her mouth, and her pussy again ... !"
The taste and feel of Dickie's hardened cock in her mouth while she finger-fucked Jan, and Felix began to push his thick cock into her hot, wanting pussy, was about to drive Shelly right out of her mind with fantastic sensations of intoxicating passion. The effects of the pot had worn thin, but she hardly felt the necessity of it with the intensive sensorial lust sweeping through her in wave after wave. Ardently, she licked and sucked at the piquant-tasting sweetness of Dickie's delicious, hardened cock, her tongue pointedly exploring the tiny slit at its end to savor the drops of spicy fluid it unexpectedly emitted. With her free hand, she caressed and cupped his young, sperm-filling balls which were dangling above her face, at last, reluctantly sucking off the tip of his cock and leveling it with Jan's throbbing, pink pussy.
She started to speak, but the breathtaking entrance of Felix's thick hardness into the tight, wet passage of her hotly clasping pussy momentarily whipped her breath away. She groaned out with the stretching, erotic pain the huge length of swollen penial-flesh sent skyrocketing through her naked young body, clutching harshly at Dickie's cock in his hand as the overgrown boy-prick charged like a searing lance up into the confines of her half-cringing belly.
"Oh mottherrr ... ! "she uncontrollably wailed, as Dickie cried out to her clutching hand squeezing his penis, and the lecherous blonde-girl tried to soothe her.
"It's all right, Baby! It'll only hurt for a minute! My God, it's a beautiful ... beautiful! And it's buried right to his balls in your sweet pussy! I can see it all ... I'm that close! Wait ... I'm going to Sick your clitoris while he fucks you, Darling! That'll make it better ... and ... hurry! Put Dickie's cock in my cunt! We can lick them while they fuck us! Do it, Baby ... now!"
Oh crap! He was fucking her ... actually fucking her, Dickie staggeringly realized as Shelly guided his cock between the hot, hair-lined lips of Miss Aden's wet, pink pussy and softly hissed up at him to, "Fuck her, Dickie love, fuck her!"
His brain spun in a kaleidoscope of youthfully fired desire, none of it making sense to him as he uncontrollably gave himself to the carnal demands of his own body, as well as the naked white feminine salacities of the two females they were gratifying. The hot, liquid depths of Miss Arlen's clasping cunt-channel had absorbed and sucked his cock into its seething warmth as if it were a separate entity in itself! Shelly had no more than introduced the blood-engorged head of his pulsating hardness when the rounded white mounds of Miss Arlen's full buttocks had pressed back at him, opening further to lewdly expose the tiny puckered hole of her ass, while her pussy seemed to clutchingly grasp at his cock and draw it right up inside her!
Wildly, he fucked! The gnawing had already begun in the depths of his testicles, and then as he tried to frantically establish a rhythm, he felt Shelly's soft, moistened lips encircling his balls, trying to suck them into her hot, wet mouth! At the same time, he sensed her finger moving into Miss Arlen's pussy-hole, right along with his cock! Crap almighty ... there'd never been any thing like this ... ever, he knew ... !
In all and any of her wildest seductions, Jan had never known such passionate lechery the likes of which were permeating her entire being at that moment. To control three youthful darlings in such a sensual captivation of passion was beyond anything she might .have dreamed! They, like her, were wild with the lustful desires raging inside them! She felt the gentle hardness of Dickie's cock almost frustratingly charging into her clasping cuntal passage, and she thrust her Sinewing, wanting buttocks back onto it. At the same time, she knew the delight of Shelly's finger accompanying it, swirling and massaging the walls of her pussy-channel and flicking at her tingling clitoris.
"Now, Darling! I want to suck it!" Jan gasped, forcing her hand against the give of Felix's hairy pelvis and extracting his cock from Shelly's pussy. Eagerly, she sucked it into her mouth once it was free, tonguing the wet cuntal secretions coating its hardness with fanatical lust. She grasped his hips in a push-pull motion to make him understand she wanted his fucking of her face. He did! Almost brutally, Felix rammed into her mouth while she sucked it down into her throat, simultaneously cupping and massaging his cum-filled balls with a hunger that was driving her insane!
It was then that Shelly plunged her finger into Jan's rectum. The blonde-beauty gasped around the mouthful of throbbing hardness she sucked, aware that suddenly her pussy-channel was empty, and she surmised that Shelly was sucking him!
Felix could only stare down at the whole unbelievable show as it took place, watching his glistening cock go from Shelly Carter's tight pink cunt to Miss Arlen's clasping, sucking mouth! He knew he couldn't stand it much longer, that the wild sensation in his balls warned that he was going to blow his cum damned soon! He didn't know, or even care about any of the rest of them, only that the pressure in his loins was beginning to roar like an old-fashioned freight train! Fuck ... it was all too much for him! Maybe he didn't know what he was talking about after all! Maybe he was a goddamned stoop! But ... but, that hardly mattered! Christ, he was going to cuummmm!
"Oh ... oh shit!" he exclaimed as Jan knowingly sucked on his pulsating length of jerking hardness. "I-I'm going tooooo ... ! I-I'm cuummiiinngg!"
Frantically, Jan cupped his huge, teenaged balls, knowing without his admission that it was time! She plunged the length of his long, thick cock into her throat and wildly sucked, suddenly feeling Dickie's young throbbing hardness again stabbing at the mouth of her womb as Shelly finger-fucked her ass.
My God ... ! It was heaven ... heaven! She, also, was going to cum ... to unleash the erotic sensations charging wildly back and forth inside her! Oh ... Her beautiful darlings!
It burst for her, almost simultaneously with Felix's convulsing cock plunging and squirting in the depths of her throat! His thick penis began to spew the hot issue of his cum in wild spurts of gushing, creamy liquid, while her own pussy convulsed and pulled at Dickie's young cock!
Maddening sensations raced through Shelly as she grasped his solid young cock, pulling it from Jan's cunt and hungrily thrusting it into her mouth! She sensed it convulse as she ran her tongue over it and passionately sucked, abruptly feeling Jan's fingers playing beautifully in her steamingly wet, spread-open pussy and taunting her tiny clitoris!
Even had the music teacher's fingers not been there to tip her over, Shelly knew that she Would have climaxed the very moment Dickie's sweet-tasting cock began to shoot its hot cum into her mouth! Her blonde employer had been right! There was nothing like it, she glazedly realized, as she voraciously sucked the flooding jets of his delicious hot sperm filling her mouth and throat with delectable gushes that she feverishly swallowed into her convulsing belly ... !
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mavis Edwards sat gawking at her husband in absolute amazement. The severely attractive woman was not quite certain whether she had heard her dentist spouse correctly, or not. My God, he had to be pulling her leg! It was some sort of nauseating joke he'd warpedly decided to spring on her ... !
"You can't be serious, Gus!" she exclaimed, gaping across the living room at where he sat nibbling on the olive from his martini. "You must be drunk!"
"Of course I'm serious ... and I'm a hell of a long ways from being drunk on one cocktail!" he replied, angered by her immediate rejection of his little bomb without at least hearing him out. Hell, he'd known before he ever opened his mouth that she wasn't going to leap at the suggestion, but he had hopes of her listening to the pros and cons before turning thumbs-down and staring at him as if he'd suddenly become a satyr. "And for Christ's sake, stop looking at me as if I'd just raped your sister! The idea has merit whether you buy it or not ..."
"Merit ...! My God, what's wrong with you, Gus? D -Do you realize what you're proposing ... a ... a wife swapping party?" his ash-rimmed eyed, chestnut-haired wife gasped as she continued to stare at him in shocked disbelief. "I-I just can't ... can't believe it! Are ... have we become so ... so stale together that we have to resort to ... to outright debauchery?"
"Oh, horseshit, Mavis!" Gus Edwards disgustedly spat. "And suppose you answer your own question! Lately, anything remotely connected with sensual fulfillment and that sex act we muscle through once a week is purely coincidental, and you know it!"
"OH ... oh, my God ... ! I-I don't believe it ... !" Mavis choked, as much caught up in an immediate sense of aroused guilt by his lewd proposal as she was egotistically humiliated. Had he known of her little shopping trip side-affairs, that would have been one thing, but to suggest such an arrangement to his Christian wife whom he had no reason to doubt, was quite another, and nothing short of a belittling insult! "Of course ... ! It's been right there under my nose all the time and I never saw it! Helen ... Helen Trumble! That's it, isn't it? You want to get at Helen!"
Her use of the phrase want to get at quickly assured the dentist that she was in the dark concerning Helen and his secret monthly get-togethers, reinforcing his confidence. He said, with a graphic smile: "I wouldn't exactly kick her out of bed, but that's not to admit that I've been haunted with the obsession either. Hell, what is it they say about variety being the spice of life? And I think we've reached that milestone, Mavis. Anyway, better with friends than a couple we don't know ... that's what I say ... "
"Oh ... ! Goddamn you!" the infuriated woman bitterly spat at him in her uncontrollable disparagement. The guilt she had felt only seconds before had rapidly dissipated in the heat of her outraged pride. To hurt him ... to cut him at any cost was all she could" think of. "It's no wonder our own son is turning into a ... a pervert!"
She might have carved a chunk out of his belly with a knife; it wouldn't have affected him any more! Not that he was so close to Dickie, but the boy was his son! With a slap that cracked the stem of the sheer crystal, Gus Edwards brought the delicate martini glass down hard against the table. "What the hell are you saying, woman?"
"Yes! You heard me right, Dr. Edwards!" Mavis' acrid tongue lashed. "Something has corrupted our little boy, and up until now I didn't realize what! You! The poor lamb isn't to blame for a ... a depravity that he's inherited from his sire ... !"
"Goddamnit, Mavis, what're you getting at, anyway?" the big, white-haired man fumed, bolting to his feet, his liquor-tainted grey eyes blazing in mounting anger. "My son a pervert? What a horrible fucking thing to say!"
"You see ... you see? There you go with your filthy mouth!" the incensed woman half screamed in her wrath. "Is it any wonder that our baby sits and plays with himself half the time? You should have see the foul handkerchief I found tucked behind his bedroom mirror! Stiff and yellow with his young ... Oh God ... you know what I'm talking about, Gus Edwards! Ooohhh ... what have I done to deserve this ... ?"
"For Christ sake, shut up the martyr act for a minute!" the big man sharply ordered. "Let's clarify this ... this pervert accusation you just made!"
"Well what more clarification do you want than what I just told you?" His wife bitingly snapped. "That vile handkerchief that he'd used time after time ... !"
"For your information, woman, masturbation is not a perverted act! It's as normal as a good piece of ass, which I might add, would be goddamned abnormal for you!" he furiously charged. "And don't tell me you never fingered yourself. For all I know, that's probably what's the matter with you ... too fucking much private fingering!"
"Oh! Oh ... you ... you vile bastard! How dare you say such a thing to me?" Mavis squealed, her face blanching. "After what you just proposed, you accuse me of a thing like that?"
"Any mother who'd call her son perverse because he masturbates like a normal boy does, has got to have something wrong with her thinking!" he threw at her, stumbling in his own rage. "I don't know what queered that brain of yours, unless it was playing with your own self too much! And what ever I proposed, forget it, Mavis ... just forget it! I'd rather buy one of Harry Evan's whores a couple of times a month! At least, they know how to pretend a good fuck ... !"
"A good fuck! That's all you think of, isn't it? You ... you depraved whoremaster!" his blazing-eyed wife spat, having all she could do to keep from spewing out what she had been forced to suck to for sexual gratification. "Well, you better just listen to a little bit more before you go off half-cocked, Dr. Edwards! You can call me whatever you like, but you can't deny the facts! Don't you suppose I know why you wanted Dickie to take music lessons from Janice Arlen? Do I look that stupid ... just because I go to church?"
Gus stared at her from the bar where he had gone for a new glass and replenishment from the martini decanter. What the hell was she getting at now? "For Christ sake, what's that girl got to do with it?"
"Plenty, and you were so damned insistent that Dickie take piano from her!" Mavis bitterly blamed. "Don't you suppose I could see through that?"
"Through what?"
"Oh damn, Gus! Stop acting as if I were some sort of ignoramus, will you? All of you, every man in the neighborhood, has sniffed along behind her any chance you got! What do you think we wives are, anyway, absolute idiots?" she blindly poked, feeling herself crawling onto solid ground, even though she knew what she said was unfounded. She read the astonished look in his bloodshot, grey-eyes and knew that she'd completely tongue-tied him. "All right, you want to see ... to know what a mother bases her fears on! I'll show you, then! Though I had no intentions of it, and that's the truth! It's high time you wonderful fathers learned first-hand what devoted wives and mothers have to fear ... !"
Gus Edwards gaped after his wife as she leaped from her chair and stormed from the room, her ridiculous allegation regarding Janice Arlen still spinning in his brain. Hell yes, he'd looked at her plenty ... had even imagined what it might be like crawling between those young white thighs of hers, but he'd had no fixation about her! Christ, he wasn't stupid enough to think that a young chick like her would have anything to do with the likes of him. That was a whore's game, and she was no whore. Helen Trumble was one thing, but Janice Arlen?
"Here! Look at these!" Mavis said, stomping into the room holding forth what undoubtedly were a pair of black bikini panties. "Well ... take them and look at them, Doctor!"
Gus did, their sheer nylon softness sending a little electric-like charge of arousal soaring through him. He looked down as he fondled them in his big hands. "Well ... ? What am I supposed to do?"
"Just this, father! They were hidden under the mattress of your son's bed! And they belong to Janice Arlen!"
Gus stared into his wife's distorted, yet almost triumphant, face. He suddenly felt totally inadequate, though he wasn't quite sure why, except that he knew that his wife of twenty-years would never have made that statement if she were not sure. Abruptly, his own licentious suggestion to her in the beginning came back to him and he sensed a wave of shame wash through him. Christ, she wasn't that type of woman ... though, he couldn't help wishing that she were! But he still had Helen once or twice a month ... and he ought to be thankful he had a wife and mother at home looking after things! He gaped down at the flimsy little garment in his hand, the thought occurring to him that they could belong to anyone! With a jerk of his eye, he said:
"How the hell can you tell whom they belong to? By the contours of the ass-covering?" Gus questioned, his anger subsiding into actual curiosity.
Mavis' smile was more satisfying than vindictive. "Look," she said, snatching the panties from him and holding them up, displayed so that he couldn't help but see the embroidered initials. "J.A.," she half-hissed. "And how many women or girls do you know in Shale Canyon with those initials ... girls or women that Dickie would know?"
"Well ... maybe ... maybe, he found them ... or took them out of her clothes hamper ... ?"
"And that's a perversity, Doctor!" his wife shot at him. "On the other hand, maybe he didn't take them from the clothes hamper! He could have taken them from her ... now couldn't he?"
For a long moment, Gus Edwards stared at his gleaming-eyed wife. Christ, he couldn't believe that. The kid was only fourteen ... and taking the panties off a dish like Jan Arlen ... ? He started to turn away at the same time as he made a gesture of ridicule, but she caught at his arm and held him.
"Well ... ?" he managed, what do you want me to say.
"I want you to act like a father with a son who has a problem!" she shot back at him. "My God, you can't call a thing like this normal, Gus! Either that woman has some ... some sort of hold over him, or Dickie has come by some terribly debased ideas ... !"
"All right ... I'll have a talk with him!"
"No!" she strongly insisted. "He has no idea that I found these, and I intend to put them back where he hid them. You will talk to Janice Arlen and get her story! We women already have decided that she's a bad influence in the community. But before we act, we'll wait to see what you learn ... and I trust that you'll keep your head in that learning?"
"Oh Christ, Mavis," Gus disgustedly answered, his revulsion as much of himself as with her. Damn, he'd really blown it, hadn't he? Hoping she'd lend herself to something as worldly as a swap arrangement ... and he really loved her, too. But the idea of Frank Trumble fucking her had, in the beginning, given him a hell of a fired feeling. Now, he wasn't so sure. That goddamned kid ... was he going to give him trouble ... after he'd just spoken at the City Club luncheon about youth and their parents that guide them? "Let's not make mountains of molehills, eh? There's a perfectly legitimate answer for these ... these things," he said, handing the panties back to her a second time.
"Of course ... of course, Gus ... if you say so," Mavis replied, her voice retiring to its more soft tones. "You know I wouldn't have bothered you with this if I didn't think ... it was necessary."
"Naturally," he replied, drinking from his glass and sitting down. "Naturally ... that's what husbands and fathers are for ... "
She smiled over at him. "You can be an awful ogre ... but I love you, Darling."
"Love ... yes ... that's what makes us tick, isn't it, Baby?"
"We both know it is ... love and spice and everything nice ... "
Her husband picked up his ears at the word 'spice'. "You mean, you'll consider my idea about the swap ... ?"
"No, Darling! I mean, I'll forgive you for making it. I don't intend sharing my husband with any woman, not even Helen Trumble! And you should love me all the more for that ... "
There was more, but Gus Edwards did little outside of smile at the right time and hold his wife's hand. In between, he thought a great deal of his son, and more warming thoughts of Jan Arlen whom he had never really let pique his desire before. She, to his way of thinking, had always been Frank Trumble's mind-bender ... suddenly, she was twisting his! Of course, there was a simple answer regarding Dickie, and he had his own way of finding out a few things that might be pertinent. He'd owned an apartment building in the Canyon for years and the Ronson boy, who worked for her, had once worked for him. The fact was that he could have had the boy sent-up for stealing but hadn't ... ? He'd have a talk with Felix ... though, he couldn't take a great deal of stock in anything the oaf said. All the same, he'd talk with him ...
Not until she was in bed, did Mavis give concentrated thought to the proposition Gus had presented. He had been serious, actually suggesting a wife-swapping party between them and the Trumble's! God, she thought, as her husband slept, it really wouldn't be that bad would it? Frank had his little traits that amused her; it was just that she'd never thought of him as a lover! But, he could be ... couldn't he? Yes! He certainly could ... only, how did she backtrack now, now with all the things she had said and done! God ... God, Mavis, you are a hypocrite after all, she sleepily thought as tiny fermentations quivered in her belly.
* * *
Four doors away in a second semi-luxurious home, Frank Trumble mixed himself a scotch-soda while his wife watched from her chair. He spoke with his back to the attractive, red-headed girl with the pale-blue eyes who sat watching his every move as if he were about to steal the silverware.
"I swung it, Baby ... just the way we planned ... and before I was finished I had Gus thinking it was his idea. But, no shit, he looked as if he'd just swallowed a golf-ball!"
Helen couldn't restrain her nervous little laugh of titillation. Poor Frank, he thought he'd smoothly put the whole thing over with Gus, when in truth, she had called her occasional lover at his office and had him all primed for her husband's approach. Actually, she had feared that Gus might get the wrong impression when Frank came off with it, thinking that he'd found out about their L.A. meetings, and unnecessarily give their well-kept secret away. Now, she breathed a little inner-sigh of relief; Gus had undoubtedly carried it off to perfection.
She still couldn't help the flush to her cheeks whenever she thought of it or they discussed the wild, sensuous plan. In fact, she'd probably looked to Frank as if she'd just swallowed a golf-ball when he'd casually began to hint at the idea of a swap arrangement with the Edwards, and right in the middle of their listless sex party the night before. Not that going to bed with Gus was going to be anything new to her, but having both Frank's and Mavis' sanction would make it more pleasurable and less risky. Besides, there was always the possibility of membership expansion, and that could offer some exciting, unexplored avenues of diversion ... If ... ?
"Well, am I to assume that Gus went for the plan, Darling?" Helen asked, sipping at a vodka-tonic and playing her part to the hilt.
"Like I said, I had him thinking it was his idea," Frank Trumble grinningly replied as he walked to a chair and eased down into it. "But he wasn't sure how Mavis was going to take to it. You know how she is, he says, with her crazy church crap ... "
"And that's just what it is, too ... !" Helen derided. "She'd like to give the impression that she and Gus have the perfect sexual relationship, but I have my own opinions on that."
"Come on, that's no way to talk about your best friend," Frank said, still grinning.
"And the woman you want to go to bed with ... let's not forget that part of it," Helen jealousy jibed, the thought of her husband and. Mavis Edwards making naked love together the one aspect of the arrangement she hadn't found too palatable. Frankly, it wasn't so much the thought of him actually doing it to her as it was the realization that he wanted to. After all, he was her husband ...
"Hey, do I detect a note of jealousy in that tone of yours?" he teased, then sipped at his drink. "I thought we both agreed that there'd be none of that. A little change of scenery might fire some new zest in both of us ... isn't that what you said, Baby?"
"That, Darling, was what you said, remember?" Helen quickly corrected. "I merely agreed that if it was what you wanted I was willing to try it."
Frank Trumble shrugged. "Same thing ... anyway, it's all set but the final arrangements, providing Mavis doesn't throw a wrench in the works."
"And she's very liable to do that," the attractive red-head snapped. 'That would be typical of Mavis ... pretend to be awe-stricken by the whole 'lurid' idea. Of course, it would be just an act, but she seems to delight in taking the contrary side of any issue ... the way she did yesterday when we girl's got together to discuss that music teacher, Jan Alien."
Frank immediately picked up his ears at the mention of the gorgeous blonde's name. "What about Jan Arlen?" he questioned.
"Well, the day before, Jenny Evans, Mavis and I were sort of analyzing the lovely blonde doll ... you know, the fact that she doesn't have male friends, is seldom seen anyplace, and so on. Quite honestly, we were wondering if she was a good influence in the neighborhood, working with the children ... "
"A good influence?" Frank interrupted, sensing his ire beginning to rouse. "Now, who and hell came off with that bit of shit?"
"Thank you, husband for interrupting! And I came off with that bit of shit!" Helen snapped. "But if you'll just be gentleman enough to hear me out first ...?"
"Okay, okay, go on ... I'm listening."
"Thank you again, Helen sarcastically replied. "Anyway, Mavis immediately took sides with the girl, pretending that she couldn't understand why we should be so concerned ... "
"And neither can I ... "
"Will you please shut up until I'm finished!" Helen angrily spat, while her husband shifted uneasily in his chair. She sighed and continued. "After thinking it over myself, I agreed with her. Just why should we be so concerned? After all, the girl minds her own business, and we would do well to do the same ... "
"Now, you're making sense," Frank said, gulping at his drink.
His wife merely glared at him. "To finish my story, yesterday, Mavis came over here with fire in her eyes. She had taken the complete opposite stand from mine. Janice Arlen had to be run out of Shale Canyon and the sooner the better! She was a menace, a bad influence, and I don't know what all ... "
"But why? What the hell did the girl do?" Frank questioned, leaning forward in his chair with concern.
"That part, I never learned. Your ... your future bed-partner refused to tell me," his wife informed with a little smirk.
"Well what do you think it was?"
"I have no idea ... except what I said about Mavis in the first place," Helen said. "I think she argues for the sake of argument, and that she has to take the controversial side of any issue. In short, I believe she's sexually frustrated and a hypocrite! Being at variance with anyone and everything, along with, as Gus puts it, her church crap, is the way she gets her kicks."
"Oh hell, I can't go along with that, Helen ... "
"Of course you can't Darling, not when you have designs on getting inside her little panties," his wife snidely purred. "But you're going to find out that I'm right just the same'"
"So what about the Arlen girl? What was decided?" he pressed, ignoring her jibe.
"Nothing was decided. I flatly told Mavis that I withtracted every thing I'd said about her and that I wasn't going to harass the poor girl in any way."
"And what did Mavis say?"
"Nothing. She merely stormed out of here in a hell of a huff ... but later, she called me and apologized for her actions," Helen finished, taking another long sip from her drink.
Frank Trumble grunted to himself. "Well ... she'll get over that ... what ever was eating her," he said, drinking from his own glass. "And don't worry, Gus'll wheedle her into our swap party." A lewd grin broadened his slender face. "He's had his eyes on you for too long, Baby, to let Mavis stop him now."
Helen felt her breath catch in her throat. She stared at her husband's shrewd eyes for a long moment, wondering what depths of meaning lie .behind his statement, .and just how much he really did know about her and Gus Edwards?
CHAPTER EIGHT
More than the revulsion was the utter, gripping fear that filled Jan Arlen in the wake of Jenny Evan's early visit. It was Saturday and she had scheduled no students; plus, it was Shelly Carter's day off, the only two things she could be thankful for on that horrifying morning. The unexpected presence of the heavily made-up fat woman at her door immediately added to the almost nauseating emotions which had plagued her since awakening. For the first time in all of her lustful seductions, she knew the feeling of remorse ... remorse built on apprehension, for certainly, this time she had blindly compromised herself!
In the past, she had always managed to maintain the upper-hand in her lecherous games, but suddenly, all of that had changed. Not that either of the boys were apt to take advantage of her; anyway, she felt confident that she could handle them, but Shelly was another story. Hadn't the shrewd teenager openly spoken of blackmail?
It was the latter dreaded thought which had brought the voluptuous blonde music teacher to her abrupt decision. She would sever all ties in Shale Canyon and leave there immediately, before the girl returned to work on Monday! In fact, she had already set about packing and planning where she would go and the movement of her things, when the unexpected caller appeared at her door!
Now, in the aftermath of that loathsome experience, Jan slumped heavily into a chair, a water-glass half-filled with straight vodka in her hand. Dear God, if she ever needed something to calm her, she needed it at that moment! She still couldn't believe the ugly woman's deplorable proposition, which was nothing more than blackmail, either! But even worse was the way she had come by her accusations, admittedly watching her house and brazenly peeping in her window during broad daylight! Whether that was true or not, Jan had no way of knowing, but the fact that her allegations were near-accurate was enough to strike terror in her! As the parrot-nosed woman had so arrogantly put it, "I'm sure you will agree, my dear, that getting the truth out of those young people wouldn't be too much of a problem for the authorities ... "
Jan had been too shocked to answer her, but if there'd been any doubt concerning the thick-lipped woman's abhorrent intentions, they were short-lived when she lay her pudgy hand on the naked flesh of Jan's arm and applied gentle, meaningful pressure. " ... Though, there's no need for alarm," she had gone on, her red-rouged lips spreading in a lewd smile. "I feel certain that you and I think a great deal alike ... and will get on well together, don't you, dear ... ?"
Just the memory of the vile woman's intolerable touch to her naked flesh made Jan cringe in revulsion. She gulped at her drink, taking half of it as she tried to remember what she had screamed at Jenny Evans. Something terrible, and evidently it had been affective, for the ugly woman had stormed from her house with blazing eyes, promising revenge the likes of which she'd never even imagined ... !
Dear God, if she hadn't already been certain enough, there was no doubt in her mind now but what she had to leave there, and as soon as possible. Yet, at the same time, there was a question of money to be considered. Oh, she had enough to get out of the Canyon without any difficulties, but to set herself up somewhere so that she could teach was another matter ...
The jangle of her telephone startled the blonde girl into leaping to her feet. She gasped out a sigh when she realized what it was. My God, was she that close to panic ... ? It rang again as she stood there staring across the room at it. Should she answer ... ? Could it be more trouble for her ... ?
She had moved across the room and picked up the instrument before she realized what she was doing. With her hand over the mouthpiece, she placed it to her ear and listened ...
"Hello ... hello ... this is the long distance operator ... hello," an efficient female voice informed. "Hello ...
"Y-Yes ... "Jan weakly stammered.
"Long distance calling for Miss Janice Arlen."
" ... Th-This is she ... "
"Miss Janice Arlen?" the voice skillfully repeated.
"Yes, this is Janice Arlen ... "
"We have your party," the operator said. "Go ahead, sir."
Then, a male voice said: "Jan ... ? Is that you, Jan ... ?"
It was a strange mixture of joy and confused anxiety that raced through the curvaceous girl's entire being as she recognized his voice. For a moment, her words wouldn't come and he kept repeating his question ... "Y-Yes ... Ken ... it's me," she finally choked out.
"Damn! I-I can't believe it! At last ... I've ran you down!" his words of elation came clearly to her as if he were next door. "You have no idea what I've been through trying to locate you, girl! H-How are you, for God's sake ... say something so that I can hear your voice!"
Jan couldn't help but laugh, a warm sensation of growing delight washing through her at his excitement. "I-I'm fine, Ken. How are you?"
"Right at this minute, just about out of my mind with joy!" he quickly answered. "Damn baby, I've been trying to find you for months! Why did you run out on me like that? Didn't you know it would just about kill me?"
"I-I thought it was best ... after what had happened ... "
"Best! Christ, you couldn't have done anything worse to me if you tried!" he half-whined hi that peculiar way of his that had invariably aroused the maternal female in her. "Jan ... listen darling, I've got to see you and talk to you! I don't care what happened between us ... in fact, I don't even remember what it was! We belong together, Honey ... you must know that by now ... !"
He said more, but Jan hardly heard him. Her brain was suddenly too filled with the realization that he, Ken Rivers, was her salvation from the terrible situation confronting her ...!
"Jan ... ? Jan, are you still there ... ?"
"Yes, Ken, I'm still here ... listening," she said, adopting an even softer tone of warmth. "Where are you calling from?"
"San Francisco, but I can be there in hours!" he hastily assured her. "I should be able to get a flight out of here without too much difficulty ... Look, I'll be there mo later than this evening, Darling ... and we've got to talk! Christ, Jan ... I love you ...!"
She hadn't expected that. Again, for a long moment, the beautiful blonde girl hesitated to answer. Her brain reeled. My God, how could she think of such feelings at a time like this? Love ... ? All that she knew was that she needed him, and at any price at that moment ... !
"Y-Yes ... please come, Ken ... I'll be waiting for you ... only hurry ... darling!" she heard herself say, then bit at her petulant lower-lip.
"Christ!" she heard him gasp. "Just you sit tight, Baby, and I'll be there as fast as that plane can fly! And honey, I meant it, Hove you!"
"I-I know, Ken ... I know," she managed, avoiding the expected reply. "Don't waste any more time, Darling. Just get here as soon as possible!"
"Your wish is my command, Angel!" he tritely replied, his voice filled with exuberance. "Now, give me your address so that I won't be stumbling all over that burg ... "
She had, then slowly cradled the phone before returning to her chair to pick up her drink. Automatically, she swallowed at its contents, feeling it burn soothingly in her belly. God ... what had she done? Using him ... yes, that's what it was called! She was going to use him ... and he still loved her, after what she'd done to him! But ... where else could she turn? She had no one ... and she had to think of herself ... didn't she ... ?
* * *
Jan had drank several more raw vodkas while she packed valises and planned her receptance of Ken Rivers. The liquor had considerably spiked her courage, say nothing of the way she would handle her ex-boyfriend-lover. Beyond that, it had artificially broadened her philosophy regarding any obligation she might have to him. After all, it was a dog-eat-dog world, wasn't it? And that fat lesbian bitch, daring to approach her the way she had? Just the thought was enough to make her want to vomit! She would be well rid of this nauseating neighborhood of animals, and her beloved Ken was going to help her do that!
She had just sat upon and secured a suitcase when the doorbell interrupted her thoughts. Probably the dry-cleaning, she thought, unhesitatingly walking from her bedroom toward the right, the effects of the vodka and Ken's expected appearance wiping away most of her apprehension. It was too early for her ex-lover's arrival, and about time the cleaners made their Saturday delivery.
With a smile, Jan jerked open the door, hardly prepared for whom she saw. She wore only panties and a light robe thrown loosely around her since morning, but at the faint recognition of them, she immediately drew it tighter together at her throat. Gus Edwards, she recognized immediately, being Dickie's father, but the other two were hazy in her mind. She took a step backwards, noting that her student's father was hardly smiling, and managed:
"Yes ... can I help you, gentlemen?"
"I wouldn't be surprised but what you could!" Gus said, then grabbed the knob of the screened-door, jerking it open. With his eyes on her, but twisting his head, he burlesquely added:
"Come along, gentlemen! Please come in ... !"
Jan had no choice but to back away from their uninvited invasion, though she was stammering for words, a sense of knotting tightness clutching at her belly.
"Don't trouble yourself with questions, Miss Arlen," Gus cut her short, his watery grey-eyes licentiously sweeping over her. 'These gentlemen are Mr. Trumble and Mr. Evans, stalwart pillars of the community ... the community you've chosen to play naughty with, Miss Arlen ... and with my son, yet!"
"I-I don't understand." Jan stupidly managed, quivers of fear evident in her voice. "There ... there must be some mistake ... !"
"There is, baby, and you made it!" Gus Edwards snapped pulling the tiny pair of black, nylon-panties he'd taken from beneath his son's mattress from his pocket and tossing them at her. "Those will fit that lush ass of yours, I'll wager, and the initials match just fine. Dickie had them tucked away, and needless to say when his mother found them it raised our curiosity ... ."
"He ... he must have stolen them ... my God!" Jan gasped, numbly staring at the wispy garment in her hands.
"Ordinarily, I'd buy that, bitch!" Gus spat at her, his watery grey-eyes blazing with mounting lust as he watched her back across the room away from him and his two companions. "But it so happened that the three of us were having lunch together and a boy named Felix Ronson was walking by. To make a long story short, for twenty-bucks he spilled his guts ... and that's why we're here! It seems that you, among other things, like to suck cocks ... little boy-cocks ... is that right, cunt?"
"Ooooohh ... God almighty ... !" Jan choked, her knees jelling and her brain beginning to frantically reel. Wildly, her eyes jerked from one leering face to the other as she fell backwards a step, her cheeks paling.
"Let me warn you of your rights, Miss Arlen," Harry Evans, the bald-headed, fat attorney sniggeringly taunted. "Anything you say can be held against you however, you may call the police if you like ... or in lieu of that, accept the punishment of this hastily, thrown-together tribunal. I assure you, we'll take into consideration the fact that you're a delicate and luscious female specimen who prefers boy's cocks to men's ... but then, perhaps when we've finished you'll realize the error of your ways and be ready to face sex in a more normal fashion ... "
"Yeah, like fucking and sucking men instead of kids," Frank Trumble lewdly added. "Now, let's get off the shit and get to the meat of the problem ... gentlemen!"
Jan could only moan out her awe-stricken horror at their foul words and obvious intentions. She was swaying dangerously on her feet, almost welcoming the supporting arms of Gus Edwards and Frank Trumble as they caught at each of her own. The robe she had held loosely around her fell partially open and suddenly she felt each of their big, hot hands clutching at the supple flesh of her naked breasts, as they held her upright with their arms locked through hers. Again, she moaned to their squeezing, pawing hands mauling the unprotected resilient mounds, the sudden smell of their liquor-tainted breaths sending further jolts of fear racing through her.
"Christ, she's got the kind of tits I knew she'd have ... lush and firm!" Frank Trumble lewdly commented. "But I never thought I was going to get my hands on them ... which just shows how wrong a guy can be, eh? You can't imagine, baby, how long I've wanted to get a hold of these like this! And get my stiff cock in that sweet pussy of yours ...!
"Before this day's over, she's going to know the meaning of the word cock!" Gus Edwards luridly put in. "Only it'll be man-sized cock, no kid stuff! I'll bet she'll get enough prick inside her to last a lifetime, eh gentlemen ?"
"Oh ... oh God ... no, please don't... ?" Jan whimperingly begged as they continued to cruelly abuse her exposed, sensitive breasts, then began to walk her toward her bedroom. "Ooohh ... please stop ... ?"
"What's the matter, bitch, not woman enough to handle a man?" Gus threw at her. "Now if we were teenaged kids it'd be okay, is that it? You'd have all of our young cocks out by this time, licking and sucking them like the fucking witch you are!"
"I'm afraid your wasting your time, Miss Arlen," Harry Evans said with a vulgar laugh. "It'll be easier for you if you cooperate and strip to the task. Otherwise, we'll have to do it for you and rape that sweet ass of yours to our heart's content. Now, which way do you prefer, my dear, because you're going to get it one way or the other?"
Dear God in heaven! She was helpless ... there was nothing she could do to defend herself against them, Jan realized in creeping despair. They meant every lewd word that they had so foully spewed in her face, their lust visually apparent in the swollen bulges at the front of their trousers. All of the lecherous exploits on her young prey were about to be reinacted upon her own vulnerable body ... ! Retribution ... ! Ohhh ... !
For a brief moment, she thought of screaming and breaking for the door, but quickly gave up the idea. They would easily catch her ... and where could she run to, anyway? Even if she reached help the truth was bound to come out! It was hopeless; they had her right where they wanted her and knew it! The only thing she could do was make it as easy on herself as possible ... and hope to God they'd show some mercy!
"Here, let me offer you gentlemen a helping hand," Harry Evans said when they were inside her bedroom. He moved forward in front of where she stood between Frank and Gus who were still squeezing and kneading the soft white flesh of her naked breasts. He spread the robe wide open to see the tiny pair of white nylon panties she wore, and as she stood there with her face turned away from him, the fat, bald man knelt to roll their wispy sheerness down over the rounded curve of her smooth white hips and along the full columns of her naked, shapely legs.
"Christ!" he choked. "She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen! Th-Those tits ... !"
"And legs ... !" Frank Trumble hissed. "Just look at those gorgeous thighs!"
"Fuck let me get a better gander here," Gus said, letting free of her arm and moving around in front of her as Harry slowly got to his feet. "J-Jesus Christ! What a dish ... and that pouting cunt sprinkled with all that blonde pussy-hair! Goddamn ... let's get her on the bed where we can get at her! My cock's so fucking hard it's getting brittle!"
Jan made no effort to fight them as they removed her robe, and a sadistic twinge of excitement charged through Gus when he realized that she was resolving herself to what was coming. Goddamn, and to think that his fourteen year old kid had been playing with this! Shit, he didn't blame him! The sexy bitch was a mind bender... !
Someone pressed her back onto the bed; she didn't resist, but lie back, jerking her eyes from one to the other of them ... greenish-grey eyes that were widened in frightened abasement, while her small white teeth worriedly nibbled at her lower-Up. Then, her breath caught, hitching in her throat as she watched Gus Edward's big, red-veined face lower above her, his huge hand reaching down between her legs toward her exposed genitals.
"Come on, spread 'em open, bitch!" he lewdly hissed. "Tune for canoe inspection!"
Too frightened to refuse, Jan slowly spread her full white thighs apart for him, revealing the thin pink ribbon of her secret flesh to all of their salaciously leering eyes. She gasped painfully then as he dug one thick finger into her, thrusting it right up her unprepared vaginal passage to the heavy palm of his brutal hand and mercilessly routed the sensitively tender raw flesh.
"Aaauuuggg ... please ... stop! Please stop!" she pleaded, pressing her naked buttocks down into the mattress in an effort to escape his painful, obscene penetration between her thighs.
Frank Trumble lustfully chuckled, his thin face twisted in a course grin as he eagerly gaped at his dentist friend's thick finger drubbing into the pink-fleshed hole in her golden-hair fringed loins. Goddamn, she was a curvaceous bitch! No wonder the fucking kids were letting her suck them off! Who wouldn't for Christ's sake?
"Listen, let's go into her, damnit!" he said, pulling at his clothes. "I don't know about you gentlemen, but my cock's been aching to be buried inside that sweet pussy for too long!" He never took his hungry eyes from her voluptuous, naked body while he stripped his things away, the sight of Gus finger-fucking her cunt helping to build his fired lust. Christ, how a beautiful bitch like her could stay unmarried was beyond him. If only they could figure some way to work her into their swap plans, but the wives would never buy that ...
"Hey, how about one of you gentlemen trying to find some booze?" Gus suggested, suddenly withdrawing his cruel, violating finger and straightening to stare down at Jan's lovely white nakedness. "I could use a belt or two before sinking my cock in this kid sucker. And for your information, boys, that's as tight a pussy as you're going to find anywhere ... "
Jan sighed in relief from the pain once he'd pulled his abusing finger out of her tormented channel. She continued to lay as if petrified, watching as he, too, began to undress. God, she hoped that at least they would give her a drink; there was small doubt but what she was going to need it ...
"I'll see what I can find," Harry Evans offered. "All I ask is that you reserve that sweet mouth for my cock, gentlemen. I'm tired of having no one but whores suck it ... and I have the feeling-that Miss Arlen will perform a splendid job for me ... "
"Go on, find the liquor, you honey-throated bastard," Frank chuckled after him as abruptly he dropped his shorts. "And don't worry, we'll save you a hole ... "
Jan hardly heard their lewd conversation. Her eyes were dreadedly fastened on the slender man's revealed naked body, with the long, thick cock jutting menacingly out from his lean, hairy loins. Though men's penises were not foreign to her, it had been a long time ... actually since Ken ... that she'd seen one, and she hadn't remembered their being the length and thickness of this! A shudder rippled through her and she sensed her insides cringing at the thought of it worming into her. His bloated balls swayed between his muscled thighs, and suddenly he was grinning, dropping his hand to lewdly stroke the heavy foreskin back and forth over the purple, bulbous head, when he caught her eyes fixed on it.
"Like it, baby? It's man-sized, eh? Think you can take more of it?" he luridly taunted. 'Tell me, which hole would you like it in?"
"And this one, too, bitch?" Gus Edwards chimed in, unleashing his even longer, thicker length of moistened, red-knobbed hardness. "We'll let you decide just how you want them placed, cunt or asshole, though it shouldn't make much difference, seeing that you're going to get them three at once!"
"All I could find is vodka, but at least we won't go dry," the bald, fat man said, re-entering the room. "Well, I see you gentlemen are prepared for action, with weapons at full tilt and all. If you'll just open this bottle while I strip and join you ... ?"
Gus Edwards took the bottle and uncapped it, raising it thirstily to his lips, while the attorney began to remove his things.
Frank Trumble reached for the bottle and Gus lowered it, wiping the back of his hand over his lips as he fought for breath. "All right ... all right, how do you want yours, Frank?"
"Just remember," Harry Evans reminded, kicking off his pants. "I have first option of her luscious mouth. I can already feel those soft, ripe lips wrapped around my hardened prick."
"Well, seeing she isn't going to decide for us, I still have a hankering to work it into that puffy-lipped cunt, at least, the first time," Frank salaciously repeated.
"So ... that doesn't leave me much choice, but the idea intrigues me," the dentist said with a lewd grin. "To be honest about it, Mavis won't buy me fucking her ass, and it so happens that I've always had a penchant for that entrance. I'll bet a gold incisor crown against anything you guys want to put up that this luscious bitch has got the most perfect little sodomizing hole you ever laid your eyes on, though!"
Even as she trembled in uncontrollable debased fear, their foul and lewd words, plus their meaning and intentions, were having an effect on Jan that she couldn't begin to understand. Dear God, even the repulsive sight of Harry Evan's naked, pussy body with its smaller, poling rod of hardness sticking thickly out from beneath the overhang of his belly, sent unfathomable chills racing through her. The utterly obscene abuses they intended to commit on her defenseless body with lecherous, planned lust had set off ripples of masochistic excitement in her belly and loins that she couldn't believe! God, what was happening to lies, anyway?
"Please ... may I have a drink, too?" she asked, looking from one to the other.
Gus grabbed the bottle from Harry Evans, while Frank Trumble grinned and went on stroking his long, thick cock.
"Why of course you can, you lovely blonde-haired cunt!" the dentist leered, walking to the bed and sitting down beside her. Frank moved around to the other side and the lawyer seated himself at the foot. "I was just thinking that maybe you ought to have a little uplife to see you through the fucking orgy of your life, baby!"
Jan nervously swallowed, almost sorry she'd asked as she reached for the bottle. Gus grinned and brushed her hands away, grasping it firmly as Frank did the same to the other.
"Harry, you better come up and hold her head," Gus said, watching the fat man. sniggeringly crawling up the bed. "If the bitch wants a drink ... well give her just that, eh?"
Once more, a sinking sensation of utter helplessness engulfed Jan as she watched Dickie's father tilt the bottle up to her lips ... lips which she couldn't move away from between the lawyer's viselike hands holding to either side of her face. Then, Gus began to spill the vodka into her mouth!
She tried to squirm and resist, holding her teeth clenched tight, but the big dentist pinched her nose until she had to gasp for breath, and a torrent of the burning liquor flowed in a forceful, swallowing stream into her belly! Again and again, they repeated the cruel act, laughing like drunken animals. Then, they really began their vindictive punishment while she lay defenselessly beneath them!
Almost immediately, Jan sensed the potent liquor surging into her blood-stream. They freed her and amongst themselves, finished off the bottle, while she lie there, staring at each of them in turn, gasping at their naked, middle-aged bodies and huge cocks, a drugged feeling of lewd sensuality gradually overtaking her. In all truth, she knew that she would normally want no part of them ... any one of them ... but there was hardly a thread of truth left in her! God, she was nearly already as stupefied from the amount of vodka they'd forced down her as were they ... and maybe she should be thankful ... !
She erotically trembled, while simultaneously, she futilely tried to control the growing masochistic passion sweeping through her. God, was it possible? Knowing what they intended to do to her?
Her thoughts were shattered as suddenly she realized that Frank Trumble was crawling onto the bed and spreading her unresisting, naked white thighs, his huge cock pointed directly at her moistening pussy.
"God ahead and tee off, Frank." Gus drunkenly invited. "I want her primed and anxious when I slip this aching prick into her ass!"
Jan momentarily thought of Ken being on his way there, and tossed her head from side to side in emotional confusion. Through dimmed eyes, she then saw the slender man raised above her, between her wide-spread legs, holding the thick length of his penis in his hand, then pushing forward to taunt the spread-open, moistening pink flesh of her pussy with its hardened, spongy head. The immediate contact of its satiny, warm tip against the tingling flesh of her vaginal lips provoked sensuous fermentations to instantly spiral through her.
"Oooohhh ... " she unrestrainedly moaned. "OOOOOoohh ... God!"
"Fuck ... wait a minute!" Gus towards luridly exclaimed. "I want to see her asshole! Turn her over for a moment! Let me get a look at that puckered little gem!"
They did, and Jan made no effort to struggle against them. Instead, she rolled onto her stomach like a wanton bitch, willingly presenting them with the full, white mounds of her rounded ass, her thighs spread-open for Frank Trumble to play between.
"Damn, you do love cock, don't you baby?" Frank hissed, still between her legs and brushing his thick cock-head from her moistening flushed cunt-lips, upward through the deep and smooth, hairless crevice dividing her kissing ass-cheeks. "Even man-cock! How about that? I guess the teenagers haven't got it all sewed-up after all, have they?"
"Ohhhh ... oh Lord!" Jan passionately moaned.
The vodka, keenly flowed in her bloodstream, performing its usual reaction. Her pussy was suddenly inflamed with excitement, her need for fulfillment, as always, blinding any reasoning power she might still faintly possess. God, it was wild ... maddening! She'd go out of her mind if he didn't do something besides tease her cunt with the damp, rubbery head of his hardened cock!
"You like that, don't you baby?" he half whispered, smoothing one hand along her outer thigh and watching Gus spread open the white mounds of her rounded, full ass-cheeks to expose the tiny, puckered rosette of her pink asshole.
"Christ, did you ever see anything like that?" the dentist gasped. "Look at those tiny lips ... like a baby's mouth ... and just waiting for my cock!"
"Ooohhh ... I-I can't stand it any longer ... !" Jan meaningly admitted, reaching back for Frank's taunting rod of hardness. "P-Put it in me! Ooooohhhyes, please? Fuck me with it! That's what you came for, wasn't it? Then, do it ... do it! Fuck me!"
Frank Trumble felt a surge of lust race through him that he couldn't ignore, and quickly he moved to turn her back over. Christ, what a breath-taking girl she was! If Helen was just half as much woman, he wouldn't be thinking about any goddamned swap meets! Oh shit ... !
Jan uncontrollably drew up her legs and clutched at his lean shoulders, digging her nails into the hard flesh, the ragged, swollen lips of her incited cunt searching for his cock as she writhed her hips and raised her buttocks in an effort to help. "Oh God ... yes ... yesss! Give it to me now ... nowwww!"
Jan felt him eagerly insinuating the tip of his thick cock into her now wet, pulsating vaginal mouth, and slowly her eyes began to open wide as he brought the unfamiliar, expanding pressure to bear at the dilated opening. God ... oh God, his cock was big! She started to protest, but with a flexing motion of his hips, he forced the huge head inside the snug, elasticized entrance, stretching the yielding flesh like she'd never known, and she could do little more than feebly whimper out ...
"Ooohhh!" she moaned, the guttural sound coming from the depth of her soul ... ! "Yesss ... fuck me ... oh God, fuck me, please ... ?"
CHAPTER NINE
Though the Evans home was a good city block from the cul-de-sac where Jan's house was situated, the view from the former living room window was such that Jenny Evans could watch all movements to and from the music teacher's residence. The parrot-nosed woman had been wrathfully doing exactly that since her scathing treatment by the blonde girl shortly before, her vindictive mind furiously scheming in her rebuffed rage.
It was following her fourth or fifth glass of port, she wasn't certain any longer as to number, that she saw them go in, her thick-lipped mouth falling loosely open in absolute amazement. There was no question who they were! Her eyesight was not that bad! But their reason for being there was what stymied her, and what she was at that very moment trying to determine, along with the two women who had come right over after her urgent call.
"You can believe me, girls! There's positively no doubt but what those three men were our husbands, and they've been in there for at least forty-five minutes!" the heavily made-up fat :woman insidiously whispered to the pair of (drinking staring women on either side of her. "Maybe one of you can come up with the reason behind their visit, but I'm certainly in the dark ..."
"Well, I'm not!" Mavis Edwards snapped, her ash-rimmed eyes beginning to glare as she continued to watch the blonde music teacher's house. She gulped at her uncut scotch and added: "I think it's about time that I told you two about the pan tie issue and my Dickie, then you'll see why I suddenly became alarmed over Janice Arlen ... !"
Both Jenny Evans and Helen Trumble listened with rapt attention, while the chestnut-haired mother invectively unfolded her story, leaving no doubts in their minds that she suspected the curvaceous blonde of forbidden salacious acts. To Jenny Evans who had surmised as much and had gone so far as to pretend to Jan that she had actually peeked in her window and seen what was going on, the enlightening story was music to her ears. She had been right ... and the lovely blonde beauty wasn't going to find it so easy to spurn her advances the next time ... and there would be another time, she vowed, as little sensations of lustful incitement began to churn inside her.
The effect on Helen Trumble was no less sensuously arousing, the lewd imaginings Mavis' tale inspired of the young blonde teacher carrying on with teenagers, whetting her liquor-sharpened, carnal appetite. But at the same time, there was a keen agitation of jealousy gnawing at her belly in the thought that the voluptuous girl might be seducing one or both of the two men in her life. Oddly enough, it wasn't her husband who held the priority either, but Gus Edwards, her now-and-then lover. Just what the hell were they doing at her house, this, or any time of the day?
"Whatever is going on, I don't believe that I like it!" the red-headed woman finally said, her own pale-blue eyes beginning to angrily glow. "And I don't intend to sit back and wait for Frank's version of it, either!"
Mavis watched her friend suddenly get to her feet. "Wh-what do you intend to do, Helen?"
"I'm going down there and find out for myself ... and if what's going on is what I think it might be ... !" The attractive red-head never finished her threat, because she wasn't quite certain what she would do.
"And I'm going with you!" Jenny Evans said, rising unsteadily from the davenport.
"A-All right ... we'll all go!" Mavis exclaimed, the thought of catching Gus in the act with another woman weirdly stimulating to her. "I-It's about time we found out just what is going on in this neighborhood ... !"
Frank Trumble couldn't restrain his little sadistic grin at Jan Arlen's astonished expression, followed by her soulful wail. He'd actually wormed his long, thick cock into her soft, warm passage no more than a begrudging inch. Christ, she was almost virgin-tight, a goddamned unusual delight to find in a grown woman! He heard Gus Edward's drunken laugh and saw Evans excitedly stroking his own fat, stubby prick. She hadn't had it much, he was sure of that, and as bad as she wanted it buried in her hot pussy right at that moment, he knew his entry was more than she'd bargained for. All of a sudden, she was twisting as she whimpered, trying to kick those gorgeous legs free as if to escape the unexpected torment of his impaling cock ... !
Jan had unwittingly began to strike at him with her small fists, until his two naked associates easily held her arms pinioned to the bed. Dear God ... she had been so wrong! In her liquor-stupored desire, she had way over-estimated her capacity! His thick rod of hardened flesh was brutal beyond reason ... far too big for her small vagina! Oh Lord ... he was like a bull! She could never take him inside her! It ... it was ripping her tight channel mouth and ... and the pain was horrible!
"Aaauuggghh ... oohh pleaseee ... stop, my God! I-It's too big ... you're tearing meeee!
Frank couldn't hold back his gross, sadistic laugh. Fuck, they had to think of a way to work her into their swap plans! Christ, he'd never get enough of her in one session! He raised up higher on his hands and flicked his hips once more, pressuring forward, his long, thick cock burrowing another few inches into her ...
"OO uuuuuhggghh! God almighty! Unnhhh ... please stop ... take it out!"
Harry Evans gleefully sniggered, watching wide-eyed as he continued to hold her arm secure and stroke himself at the same time. Damn, he couldn't imagine a mature girl who couldn't take any sized man. Barring his own sexless wife, all of the whores he had known over the years could swallow a tree-trunk in their over-worked cunts! He gaped as again, Frank wormed another inch or so into her tight, pink hole so beautifully framed with its golden curls between her full, wide-spread white thighs. Christ, evidently Gus had been right about the teenagers, and they were probably all who had ever fucked her!
"Eeeiighghhh!" Jan squealed in a high-pitched voice racked with pain.
"So, how does it fee to have a man-sized cock inside that cunt-hole for a change, Miss Bitch, instead of all those boy-pricks?" Gus Edwards sadistically taunted her, delighting in her unhideable agony. "I don't get it. What seems to be the problem? A minute ago you were begging to be fucked," he went on, clutching at one of her rounded white breasts to knead the soft, yielding flesh then cruelly twist and pull at its tiny, hardened pink nipple. "Well ... aren't you getting enough, yet baby?"
"Oooohhh ... nnooo ... please stop!" Jan whimpered in breathtaking pain, tears beginning to flow from her glazed eyes.
Goddamn, there was something in her voluptuously curved white body that had turned Frank on from the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. But he'd never entertained anymore than a dream of ever getting to her ... and her he was in a dream come true! He could still hardly believe he was wedged between her beautifully shaped legs, sinking his aching prick into her unbelievably tight pussy! Yet, it was true ... Christ yes! He had only to stare down at the distorted expression of torment that was slowly giving way to desire on her lovely face to know that it was true! Damn, the way she was holding her thighs raised and back once more for him, even in her agony ... and the twitching, biting tight lips of her stretching cunt ... shit yes, it was true, all right! Goddamn, he couldn't stand it any longer!
With a quick movement, he levered himself up and pressed relentlessly into her, thrusting his thick length of hardened cock deep into the tightly resisting channel! The force of his plunge sent rippling little waves of her soft, pink vagina flesh before his plowing cock-head! There was no time for her to scream ... only to let out a choking gasp as his charging penetration whipped her breath away ...
Jan convulsively jerked from the painfully erotic shock of his huge cock racing into her belly. It filled her like a pregnant mare, she vaguely reasoned amidst the array of scintilizing explosions of pleasureful torment flitting sensually through her brain. She could feel the hardened thick length of it hotly throbbing and flexing inside her, smoothing out every crevice and secret fold her tight passage possessed! She feared to breathe! Fervent pain stabbed with tingling sensations from her toes to her scalp, but most intensive from her knees to her buttocks and through her soft loins and quivering belly. God, he was actually in her all the way! She couldn't help but wonder if he'd torn something! Her unbelievable expanded pussy was trying to adjust ... if-if that were possible, she thought, as the masochistic fermentations began to strongly mount inside her once more.
"Damnit, Frank, roll her over!" Gus Edwards drunkenly ordered. "I've waited long enough! Come on, pull out of her for a minute ... !"
Frank did, but reluctantly, while Jan opened her eyes in a drugged glaze of unexplainable disappointment, her liquor-drenched mind whirling in drunken confusion. Then, they were manhandling her naked body again, rolling her unresistingly over on the bed.
Her soft buttocks quivered as Gus Edwards moved down and separated her long legs, assuming the position between them that Frank Trumble had commanded, spreading them widely and obscenely apart. Jan's brain fought for control over the stupefying effects of the vodka, until she finally begged: "Oooo ... please ... don't? Ohhhh God ... please?"
She tried to squirm away but it was simple for Frank and Harry Evans to hold her, and the bald attorney dryly swallowed at the sight of the big dentist's huge hand running upward along the smooth, white flesh of her sensitive inner thighs. Then, he saw it reach the wet, pink crevice of her cunt that Frank had already stretched open, its fingers drawing teasingly through the moistened, velvety folds, and on up to the deeper crevice between the white mounds of her rounded buttocks. Finally, the big man put both hands to use in pressuring outward against the smoothly ovaled cheeks, parting them to expose the tiny puckered hole of her pink anus nestled so goddamned defenselessly between. The smooth cleft was so deep and inviting that Harry trembled in his building, lustful excitement, and he clutched his throbbing cock tighter.
The attorney's bugging eyes were only inches from Jan Arlen's trembling naked buttocks, and he watched in lewd fascination as the curvaceous blonde girl moaned, trying to hold closed the rounded white mounds against Gus' strong, probing hands. Of course, it was useless. With a sadistic snigger, the dentist ground his fingers into the tender, satiny-like flesh and she quickly gave in with an anxious cry of pain, relaxing them to let him have his way.
Frank Trumble stared in flannel-throated lust as Gus Edwards pressed downward with a thick middle-finger at the raised pink ring of her sensitive anus. The blonde music teacher lurched and cried out at the sudden abusive invasion into her tight, spongy rectum; both he and Harry had to increase their hold on her, and again she whined as the thick finger probed lewdly into her resisting passage, sinking to the first knuckle-joint in the hot, rubbery hole.
"Aaaugggg ... stop ... stop!" Jan gaspingly choked, fighting back by clenching her buttocks as tightly as she could.
"Open your ass!" Open it, you baby-sucking cunt!" Gus foully snarled, thrusting mercilessly downward against the useless resistance she was putting up. Abruptly, his impaling finger plunged into the pried-open, elasticized channel to the palm of his big hand! She pitifully wailed her objection, yet nevertheless, relaxed the tensed naked mounds in complete surrender as she chewed at her lush lower-lip until she could taste the saltiness of her own blood.
Jesus Christ! He couldn't do it, Frank drunkenly reasoned. Gus could never worm his thick cock into that tiny hole! He licked lustfully at his thin lips, watching a� the dentist began to massage his lengthy rod of hardness in one hand while the other continued to rout and plunge the invading finger into her defenseless little asshole.
"What the hell ... " the real-estate broker unintentionally mumbled as he watched the lewd sight of Gus' finger obscenely stretching the inflaming baby-like mouth in preparation for the impossible entry he had in mind ...
In drunken and unqualified emotions, Jan had helplessly felt strong hands opening the soft, quivering cheeks of her naked buttocks, prying them further apart. Reflexively, she had tried to clutch them together, but it was impossible beneath those hands. God, she had never felt more obscenely naked and exposed as she did at that moment before their lust-filled eyes. Then, as the unrelenting hands continued to force her buttocks apart, she felt the cooler air against their hotly perspiring inner-sides, and abruptly, the new pain from his salacious intrusion into her nether-hole had begun! Automatically, her muscle reaction had attempted to close against the depraved invasion, but instead she'd found her clutching passage gripping snugly at his licentious finger ... !
"Fuck! Look at that luscious asshole work, gentlemen! What did I tell you! You ever see anything like that?" she heard Gus Edwards expound in drunken excitement.
"Come on, Gus, make a little haste, will you?" Harry Evans impatiently pressed. "This cock of mine, though smaller than you over-endowed studs, is nonetheless ready to split at its aching seams!"
Gus chuckled at the attorney's words, then said: "Let's not get over-anxious and forget our basic goal, Harry. We want to be damned sure that our kid-sucking queen her really benefits from having three cocks crammed into her at the same time, don't we? After all, you'll agree that she's earned it?" he bitterly added. He thrust his finger into her unprotected, rubbery channel to the palm of his big hand again and again, causing her to chokingly grunt from deep in her chest. Unmercifully, he drubbed and sawed in and out of her vulnerably exposed anus, lewdly stretching the virginal passage with no feeling of mercy.
Because she could do nothing else, Jan gave herself to the lascivious act in resigned surrender. If only she could faint, or if they would just beat her outright ... kill her ... whatever ... but she was so drunkenly conscious and masochistically confused! One moment she was alive inside with incredible sensations of unknown passion, and the next, stricken with shamed torment! And now, worse than all, she could see all of their luridly naked reflections in her vanity mirror!
She lay prostrate on her stomach, completely at their mercy, Gus Edwards' powerful legs kneed between her own wide-spread thighs, forcing then lewdly open to reveal her accessible, naked genitals to all of them. She couldn't help but stare in mounting anxiety at the mirror when she saw him point the uncircumcised purple head of his hardened penis, aiming it directly at her crinkled little hole he had so lustfully stretched with his thick finger!
Once more, he spread her yielding buttocks wide apart with his thumbs, levering further up over her and slowly drawing the moistened, bulbous head of his fleshy hardness between her wet tactile cunt-lips. She lurched at the erotic contact, her muscles tensing when he lay the entire length of his long, thick cock into the smoothly opened crevice of her ass. It's tip was poised at her snugly cringing anus, and she stared, stiffened in tautened dread. He maneuvered himself higher, working his hips forward, guiding the huge fiery-tipped knob directly at the tiny flexing hole ... *!
"You'll never forget this, Miss Bitch!" he hissed down at her breathless form "Lend yourself to it, cunt, because its going to last a long time!"
Jan felt his harsh hands smoothing over the soft flesh of her neck, shoulders and back, then beneath her to once again maul the erogenous mounds of her full, sensitive breasts.
Oh God ... if it were only possible to scream out for help ... but she knew that it was not. There was nothing to do, but endure it ... ! Inevitably, she felt the pressure of his massive cockhead ... sensed it pressing tormentingly against the ring of her tiny, inflamed anus! She caught at her breath and gaped with glazed eyes into the mirror to see the hardened rod of flesh burst salaciously beyond her tightly resisting sphincter as she felt the splitting, painful sensation! Uncontrollably, she gasped out, but more from the sight than the feel, as she saw the small opening obscenely stretching to slip over his massive cock like a tightly sheathing sleeve, absorbing the first inches of his heavy, sodomizing cock!
Spontaneously, the foreign torment spread through her like a raging fire! She saw his triumphant grin of lust at the others just before he thrust his thick hips sadistically downward, burrowing a good half of the turgid, fleshy rod into the defenseless channel of her chaste rectum!
"Aaauuu ... ooouugghh ... myyy Godd!" Jan frantically strangled out, violently squirming and flailing her curvaceous body in its undefinable sensation of painful stimulation. Her lush white buttocks spasmed beneath his sodomizing assault, her every move and convulsive jerk impaling his huge cock deeper into her stretching ass-channel!
"Go on, bitch! I love it this way! "Gus taunted. "Hold the cunt, gentlemen ... just let her ass and hips move!"
Jan whimpered out her weird pleasureful pain once more as the dentist forced her defenseless naked buttocks upward toward his impaling cock by clawing at the curve of her hips. His knees moved further in between her long legs to push them farther apart, spreading her yielding ass-cheeks even more to help his unending thick cock in its depraved tunneling into her grotesquely stretched rear passage. She sensed the uncontrollable tears hotly spilling from her eyes as the insane, erotic agony grew more intense, causing fantastic waves of sensual paroxysm to wildly rage within! Again, she looked at the mirror to see the lust-fumed faces of Frank Trumble and Harry Evans moving closer to observe the thick rod of Gus' hardness worming its way with animal relentlessness into the vulnerable channel of her helplessly expanded rectum ... until it was unbelievably sunk to its thick, lengthy hilt!
She stopped jerking and struggling, realizing in a vague panicky incitement, that the lust-infusing torment was excruciating enough when she remained still! To move made it momentarily unbearable ... and there was no way to resist the perverted assault of these beasts whose only desire was to satisfy their sadistic passions! The agony, though unbelievable, was not insufferable, but in God's name, she couldn't imagine why! That she could feel any sensual arousal from such an obscene defilement was beyond belief ... but she did ... God, yes ... she did!
She could intricately feel the huge, solid intrusion poling into her back there, chafing and rubbing to a hot flame the tender raw flesh as he began to saw in and out of her. His hands gripped her rounded hips with a numbing pressure as he thrust into the depths of her unprotected rectum, each violent plunge raising a choking grunt from deep in her throat. She felt her face bathed with her tears as he pummeled between her obscenely spread buttocks in longer, smoother strokes, shoving the entire length of his long, thick cock right up her ass until she could feel his sperm-bloated balls slapping noisily against the exposed pink flesh of her wet pussy.
"How do you like it, Miss Bitch?" Gus hoarsely panted. "Can you taste it yet, or would you like a little more?"
Oh God ... she couldn't speak ... just to breathe was a gasping effort! Then, in the mirror, she saw Frank Trumble moving around on the bed behind her, his eyes luridly gaping at the depraved union. She saw his hand reaching toward her, then hungrily clutching one of her full hanging breasts. The same hand brushed hotly down her naked body, greedily massaging and kneading the soft white flesh until she wondered if he was losing his mind in his drunken lust.
"Goddamn, Gus ... turn her back over! I got to get into her!" he rasped at the dentist who was hypnotically concentrating on the thin pink ridges of inflamed flesh that pulled out from her grotesquely stretched anus each time he withdrew his thick, pulsating rod of hardness.
Ooohhh ... now, it was coming ... further defilement ... and there was nothing she could do to stop them! The-the three, of them at once, they had said, and she vaguely remembered it now in her liquor-hazed brain! Impossible ... they'd kill her for sure ... ! Suddenly, Gus Edwards was squeezing his powerful hands into the sensitive flesh of her hips and tumbling them both backwards, his huge cock still buried in her forever stretched rectum!
Jan groaned out her misery when he lifted her naked body as if she were weightless, drawing her back on top of him while he stretched out beneath her. The position brought her smooth hollowed back down against his hairy chest and stomach, her long legs licentiously splayed on the outer sides of his, while his huge, throbbing cock remained fused in its entirety to the very depths of her bowels.
"Ooooo ... have some mercy ... please? Don't ... don't?" Jan pleaded in an unheeded, whimpering voice as Frank Trumble crawled up over her. Quickly, he forced his strong legs between hers and the dentist's, thrusting her full thighs even further apart and grasping his jerking, hard cock to guide it into the wet, open channel of her defenseless, exposed vagina again.
"Baby, I couldn't stop if someone paid me a million bucks!" he lustfully hissed down into her tear-stained face. "It's the most luscious cunt I've ever fucked ... !"
"Aaaugghh ... stop it ... stop! Are ... are you trying to k-kill me ... ?" she pitifully cried out, her breathing catching in her throat. She felt his long, thick cock slither up into her moist, cringing channel until his cum-inflated balls smack solidly against the wedged open cheeks of her buttocks to join the other raping penis imbedded deep in her ass! God, at the very least they were going to drive her mad! No woman could endure such punishment ... caught between two drunken, lust-filled men who were mercilessly fucking her at the same time, their hardened, angry cocks thrust beyond reason into her helpless, naked body, with only the slightest wall of tissue between her passages separating then- thick, charging penises! If ... if only she could faint ... anything!"
Harry Evans watched in a mesmerized, lascivious excitement all his own. He stroked his fat, aching cock while he stared at Frank fucking into her glistening, wet cunt with fury. At the same time Gus' hairy loins plunged up and down, lifting them all off the bed ... in and out of her inflamed, lewdly stretched asshole with wild, powerful strokes. He gaped until they finally reached a cadence that buffeted her smoothly between them, and the dual-fucked, blonde lovely lay sandwiched limply to their frenzied ravishment of her voluptuous, naked body.
Damn, it was unquestionably the most lust-inciting spectacle he had ever seen! His fat, middle-aged face was a mere inches from the pair of wet, thick cocks racing into Jan's stretched canals like a pair of lubricated pistons. His eyes excitedly bugged at the lengthy rods of thick hardness that were moistened from her own cuntal secretions, insanely fucking into her in harmonious rhythm. The frayed pink edges of her inner cunt being extracted by Frank's cock on the backstroke, to vanish inside once more when he thrust into her, lustfully fascinated him. The same lewd action was visible from Gus' thick rod of hardness sucking down out of her, tugging the clinging inflamed ridges of her clasping asshole with it, then fluidly disappearing as he lunged up into her until his heavy balls were wedge in the smooth cleft between her soft, white buttocks. Goddamn, he just couldn't sit by and watch any longer! He had to have a piece of her, too ... !
Quickly, he stacked two pillows, then dropped down on his side on top of them, his stiff, throbbing cock even with Jan's liquor-slackened face.
Though totally debased and near out of her mind, Jan erotically rolled her head back and forth on Gus Edward's thick, hairy chest, while his big hands tightly clutched at the soft resilient flesh of her swollen breasts. She felt only a great heat and splitting at her super-defiled loins, and every part of her seemed to be at those two burning channels they were lustfully stretching between her legs. Her lush lips opened and closed in confused emotions.,, and abruptly, she felt a hand brutally entwining in her long blonde-hair! It jerked her face to one side, and then there were fingers at her soft lips, prying open her mouth, a wet, spongy substance rubbing against them. Numbly she focused her eyes to see Harry's fat, hardened penis forcing its way into her mouth!
Unresistingly, Jan allowed him to open her lips and slide his stiff, thick cock into the liquid heat of her mouth. God, she nebulously reasoned, at least this was one perversion she was completely familiar with ... and not wholly adverse to. She felt it glide along the length of her tongue, filling her mouth with its hot, throbbing hardness. If ... if only he would be half-way human about it! But instead, he firmly held to her head with his hand wound in her long hair and began to furiously pump into her face! She gagged as he shot the thick, rubbery head to the back of her throat, then down, its full length nearly disappearing between her educated, ovaled lips. She struggled for breath, catching small gasps of air on his outstrokes!
Dear God ... had there ever been such punishing retribution on any one human being ... if she could any longer consider herself human? They were buffeting her amongst them like a back-alley whore, with ever intention of using her vulnerable, naked body as a human disposal for their drunken, lust-filled sperm ... and the longer it went on the more pronounced the masochistic sensations became inside her!
The very helplessness of her lewd position as they obscenely raped her at every bodily entrance was erotically exciting her further with each passing second. She visualized each one, and all three, fucking into her together, until suddenly, a wanton moan escaped her ovally clasping lips around Harry Evans' hardened cock pumping into her mouth. Reflexively, she began to undulate her lush, white buttocks while squeezing with her cunt and rectal muscles at the long, thick penises thrusting in heated rhythm into her seething passages.
She found herself sucking more voraciously at the fat man's cock, her cheeks following and bloating with building licentious hunger. Suddenly, she was delighting in the exploring of its ridges and wrinkles as her wet little tongue feverishly licked at the blood-inflated head, the tip hotly probing into the tiny slit at its end. She felt with warm, gentle hands until she found his cum-swollen balls, eagerly cupping, then beginning to milk them with knowing tenderness.
At the same time, Jan felt her hips of their own volition moving back and downward against Gus' thick, upthrusting cock that was racing up her stretched, tingling rectum; then ahead to meet and absorb Frank's bludgeon-headed length of pulsating hardness which was plunging into her seethingly wet cunt! All sense of moral decency was obliterated from her brain in the sudden wave of ecstatic, masochistic sensations that were ravenously consuming her. Nothing mattered any longer only the wonderful stiff cocks wildly fucking into her, and she began to whorishly rock to their delicious attack, while she sucked Harry Evans' throbbing prick with avidly mounting passion!
God ... as always, she wanted it to shoot into her mouth ... to swallow the scalding hot cum and feel it dribbling down her throat ... filling her quivering belly as those two long rods of pulsating cock-flesh racing into her would fill her steaming cunt and bizarrely stretched rectum ... !
CHAPTER TEN
Jenny Evans rang the doorbell a second time and the three women stood together waiting, none of them actually expecting their summons to be answered. For a long moment they were silent, exchanging nothing but expression which were saying more than a barrage of words. At last, Helen pushed forward, to speak what the others were thinking.
"I don't intend leaving here without satisfying my mind, ladies," the attractive red-head determinedly said. "Are you with me?"
"Y-Yes ... " Mavis hesitantly answered.
"Of course, we're with you, Helen!" the parrot-nosed Jenny Evans firmly snapped. "Open the door, dear ... if it isn't locked ... "
"I-It isn't, Helen replied, letting her voice drop to a near-whisper as the barrier gave inward before her. She hesitated, then cautiously moved inside for several feet into the empty living room.
"That's the studio over there,'. Mavis hissed, pointing toward the opened door and darkened room. 'There's no one there, either ... "
"Listen ... !" Jenny Evans ordered, laying a quieting hand on Helen's arm. "Do you hear sounds ... ?"
Both, in fact, all three did ... gasping and flesh-like slapping noises that were coming from down the hallway!
"The bedrooms!" Helen hoarsely whispered, immediately leading the way as the commotion grew more audibly vivid to their approach, until they knew which room it was coming from before they stepped in front of the open doorway.
Helen was the first to peek, her excitement racing through her in pulsing blood-rushes that were pounding in her own ears ... And then, she saw them! Automatically, her hand went to her mouth to stifle the gasp of utter shock the awe-stricken salacious spectacle sent furiously charging through her! She withdrew her head and stood gaping at the ceiling in utter disbelief, trying to index the naked images in their obscene acts as her mind had pictured it in that brief matter of seconds! It was almost as if she dare not look again ... yet, she knew she was going to! My God, there was no question! The girl was ... was ... taking all three of them at once!
"What is it ... ? Are they there?" Mavis hissed, managing to move out and around the red-head to see for herself.
She, too, froze and covered her mouth with her hand, the effect of the four perspiring, naked white bodies fused together in a lurid, dovetailed conglomeration of sexual debauchery, whipping her breath away. But she didn't shy back instead she gaped at her stripped husband's lewd position at the bottom of the De Sade-like, nakedly stacked bodies, his huge penis pistoning in and out of Jan Arlen's heaving white buttocks! My God ... he had its thick, hardened length thrust right up her ... her ... rectum!
Jenny Evans hadn't waited for a turn to observe what she'd already surmised was a sexual carnival. She moved directly in front of the door and stood there, actually mesmerized by their lascivious orgy! It was not her nature to make outbursts, or lose control of herself in a crisis; her keen brain was too analytical. But at that specific moment, the voluptuous white body of the naked blonde music teacher commanded the aroused attention of all her senses. S-She was even more beautiful than the imaginings her brain had conjured in its secret moments! And ... and ... she was actually mouthing Harry's vile cock! W-What a horror for such a lovely creature to endure, she thought, even as her small eyes locked in fascination on her lush, ovaled lips clasping tightly around its thrusting hardness! Though she knew it was done, Jenny'd never see it, nor even considered it as an act a normal woman would lower herself to ... yet, there was a sensually inspiring tingle in her belly at the sight of it!
Helen couldn't restrain her gasp of arousal as she brought her eyes back onto the obscene circus taking place on the bed. Though she had entered the house vindictively prepared to show her wrath, regardless of what they found, the sensual picture of the young curvaceous beauty giving her soft white body to all three of them simultaneously was rapidly unnerving her. Yet, she couldn't believe that Janice Arlen was that much of a wanton to make a practice of such acts. My God, what must it be like ... to be fucked by three men at every entrance at the same time! Agony ... bliss?
The attractive red-head sensed a tremble rippling upward along her calves and thighs to shiver through her. And ... and to have Gus' cock shoved deep in her ass, she lustfully thought as she stared at his familiar, long, thick hardness tunneling upward into the naked girl's straining nether-hole! God, she was getting wet between her own legs just watching and ... and longing ... Why ... why hadn't she ever made him do that to her?
Their erotic, gasping moans and straining contortions had swept Mavis into a hypnotically staring trance. To see three lustful men pouring their passions into one, lone, defenseless girl had triggered wild sensations of arousal to spiral through her. Already, she was heatedly moist between her thighs at the sight of their combined, lewd nakedness and licentious acts ... but it was Jan's sucking of Harry's cock that was intensively firing her!
My God ... it was true! She'd always wanted to suck a man until his cum spewed into her mouth! Yes, she had, hadn't she! Oh Frank ... I want to suck your cock ... yours ... !
"Uuuummhh ... uuummhh!" Jan's full-mouthed moan brought all three of the incited onlookers to abrupt and unmoving silence.
Oh yes ... yes ... Jan sensed as Harry's cock suddenly began to swell in her mouth and she wildly pulled at it. The rod of pulsating hardness exploded then as he vilely cursed. It gushed forth thick streams of creamy, pungent liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting, while she swallowed to keep from choking on the continual spurts spewing ceaselessly from its jerking tip!
Every wife in that fervently entranced audience watched as Jan drank his sperm in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the ejaculating organ so as not to lose even a drop of the fiery liquid!
Jenny couldn't have stopped herself had she wanted to, nor could Mavis have pushed her hand away! The chestnut-haired woman felt it slipping up beneath her skirt and along her quivering hot thigh. She actually spread her legs to make it easier for the fat woman to tug her nylon-panties one side and sink a finger into her hot, wet cunt! Helen watched Harry Evans fall away from the naked blonde-girl, staring at the small, viscid droplets seeping from the corners of her mouth, Harry's shrinking cock slithering uselessly from her still sucking lips. The thin, sticky strings of his white sperm that were stretching from them to his pulling away, flaccid cock, was what nearly tipped her over. But when she turned to see Jenny Evans fingering Mavis beneath her uplifted skirt, the latter's legs wide-spread, the red-head couldn't control herself. She began to pull at her clothing!
" ... I don't know what you two are going to do ... but I'm going to join this wild party!" she gasped, ignoring them as she tore her blouse away. 'They've got what I want ... and I'm going to get some ... in fact, all I can take ... and to hell with Shale Canyon and everybody in it!"
"Oh shit!" Harry Evans choked in non-honeyed words as he recognized their audience. "Our wives ... it's our wives, gentlemen!"
Both men gaped toward the women in doorway, but had they been carrying loaded weapons at that point, their husbands would never have stopped. Then, Gus managed: All right, all right ... you've caught us cold ... and it won't do any good to tell the story behind it ... so ... so why the hell don't you join us, ladies? Let's inaugurate our swap-deal right here and now! Come on Mavis, baby, let's get naked and with it! You'll never be sorry ... !"
Jan, in her own overwhelming sensuality, could have been less concerned by the presence of the newcomers. "Ooo ... yes!" she began to hoarsely chant in the litany of the enraptured as she continued to respond in kind to each lunge into her steaming pussy and feverishly seared rectum. Furious, they became, fucking her mercilessly, with she giving them back in wantonness every burning stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to groan in an unintelligible maze of animalish, sexual abandon!"
"Aaahhhh ... fuck me ... fuck me ... ! I can feel both of your cocks ramming into me! Ooohhh ... faster ... harder ... please?" the three, now naked, wives heard Jan lustfully beg as they excitedly crowded onto the edges of the bed to watch the voluptuous girl in her lewd position urging them on.
While both Helen and Mavis inched closer, almost leaning over them in their intensively aroused desires, Jenny Evans dropped to her knees behind the partially bent-over form of the chestnut-haired Mavis to spread open with her hands the other's full white thighs and smoothly rounded buttocks. Mavis couldn't hold in her little sensuous gasp at the heated touch of Jenny's hands parting her willing legs and sensitive buttocks; nor could she resist bending further and pressing her hips back at the woman to help expose her incited cunt. She gasped out a second time when she felt Jenny's thumbs against the flushed lips of her hot, wet pussy, gently pressuring them open ... and finally her moist, fiery tongue flicking into the damp, tingling crevice!
"Harderrr ... give it to me ... ooohhh fuck mee ... fuck meee!" Jan luridly begged as Helen Trumble watched her husband and lover's maddening ravishment of Jan's fervently undulating loins. There was no question but what the curvaceous girl was rapidly moving toward a vortex of cyclonic ecstasy, and the attractive, naked red-head couldn't resist the urge to smooth her hand down over her own soft belly through the silken, auburnish curls to dip her finger between the tingling lips of her wet, stimulated cunt.
Though he had already emptied his sac of its vital semen, Harry Evans sensed his flaccid cock beginning to re-harden as he watched his fat wife lewdly eating Mavis Edwards lustfully presented cunt. He'd never known it for a fact, but he had always entertained the feeling that his Jenny leaned that way. Goddamn, and now that he was certain, wasn't that a blessing for him though? From now on he wouldn't have to pretend. Hell, he'd bring a couple of whores, or whoever, right into the house ... one for each of them! And then, he looked at Helen Trumble's fetching, naked curves in her arched observer's position, the sight of her fingers sunk in her own pink, wet cunt sending a jolt of stiffening-blood into his thick cock! Quickly, he scampered fro the bed and around it to come up behind the red-head.
"It's only me, Helen!" he said, catching a hold on her curved white hips and attempting to lever them back toward his now poling cock. "Just old Harry coming to your obvious need! Bend over a little further, baby, and spread those lush thighs! This future judge is going to give you a little initiating fuck while you watch the show. Sound tempting?"
Helen sensed a quivering sensation of excitement ripple through her at the intimate feel of the fat man's warm hands clutching at her naked hips. She didn't hesitate at his lascivious invitation, but instead, thrust her full buttocks back at him as she spread her legs and reached with the hand that was wet with her cuntal secretions to grasp his hot, swollen hardness.
"Yesss, Harry ... you're a life-saver," she hissed back at him. "God, I'm so hot! Fuck me, darling ... fuckmegooooddd!"
Out of the corner of her eye as she voraciously licked and sucked at Mavis' deliciously steaming pussy, Jenny Evans watched her lawyer-husband move up behind Helen's lovely, stooped nakedness. She saw the red-head grasp the fat length of his swollen cock and insert its purple head in the mouth of her pink, moistened cunt then, as he lunged forward, Helen's lush buttocks charged backwards, grunts of pleasureful delight escaping both of them when it wetly rushed up into her! Excitedly, she licked and sucked at the liquid flesh of Mavis' hot pussy, while she stared at Harry wildly fucking into Helen's working white buttocks from behind, her own hand plunging down between her trembling thighs to finger the damp crevice of her burning cunt!
To Jan in her insane, building climax, it seemed to go on forever ... the mounting, inimitable bliss of it ... the hands gripping and clutching at her as she lay completely and exotically impaled from the above and below! Her dazed brain reeled in a world of unparalleled sensations ... nothing else mattered but the tremendous pressure about to ecstatically burst inside her!
"NNooowww!" she wailed. "Please ... together ... cum in me together! Oh God fill me ... fill me! Ooohhh ... I'm cuumminnnnggg!"
Gus Edwards blurted out obscenities and simultaneously, Jan felt the thick, boiling liquid of his ejaculating sperm deep up ii\to her rectal channel as her own orgasm seized her like an erotically clutching fist, sending unique spasms of pleasure rocketing through her! She could feel every throbbing contraction of his hardened, thick cock as it jerked out its load of scalding jism deep up into her very bowels! Then, Frank howled a vile oath and grunted savagely, while Jan pulled her thighs back as high and wide-open as she could, her breathing heaving from her lungs! His pumping cock began spitting its thick jets of hot semen into the hidden recesses of her quivering belly, her own orgasmic flow blending and puddling with his, an almost frantic convulsion of enchantment overwhelming her!
All of this, Mavis watched in a near-mesmerized wave of sensual captivation. She had never see another girl in the throes of love-making, not even by one man, say nothing of three! It's effect on her was beyond any ordinary erotic stimulation she could imagine ... it was lustfully mind-shattering! Her fire-filled loins and belly churned with surges of pyramiding desire that Jenny Evans' hot, lashing tongue could never satisfy, though she was uncontrollably reveling in the woman's sucking and licking! Passionately, she thrust her spread-open cunt back at her friend's immersed face while she watched Frank's deflating cock feebly slop from the gasping blonde-girl's flooded vagina. He rolled toward her onto his back, until the glistening, limp length of his thick penis was directly below her and he sighed in close-eyed exhaustion.
Had Gus been standing over her with a gun, Mavis couldn't have resisted. The delicious spectacle of his wet, limber cock lying lifeless only inches below her was more of a temptation than she could withstand. Palpitations of flaming lust sped through her as she lay her hands on the hot, muscled flesh of his upper thigh and the soft, hairy warmth of his belly, then leaned down until her extended pink tongue was excitedly licking the cunt-wet length of his soft cock, from its base to the purple tip peeking from the fleshy sleeve of its enshrouding foreskin!
Helen, caught up in the rousing sensation of Harry fucking into her from behind in a wanton performance that she'd never even visualized in her most lewd moments, fastened her pale-blue, lust-filled eyes on the sight of Gus lifting Jan Arlen bodily off him. Her point of vision was-focused on his supple cock pulling from the girl's stretched rectum with a moist, sucking sound, until the naked beauty lay unmoving, her lovely long legs licentiously spread to the cool air brushing at her fulfilled loins. Her own tiny anus eagerly tingled as she thought of the forbidden delight that the blonde girl's had just known. God she wanted that! She wanted Gus to sodomize her!
Wild, desire-filled sensations raced through the stooped-over red-head as she visualized the lewd entrancement of it, Harry Evan's thick, stubby cock enhancing her thoughts as he feverishly fucked into her. But his short length of swollen hardness would never satisfy her, she knew; already it was beginning to meaningly pulsate, his strokes quickening as he clutched tightly to the soft flesh of her backward-thrusting buttocks. She knew he was going to cum long before he dug his nails into the rounded arches of her undulating hips, and she clutched her cuntal muscles at his thrusting cock, hungrily milking it until he began to curse and fuck harder. Then, he shot it into her, an unbelievable lot of hot, spurting cum that she wouldn't have considered possible from a man of his age on his second orgasm in such a short time! Frantically, she thrust her wide-spread buttocks and clutching cunt back onto his spitting cock, wanting every drop of his sperm in her seething, unfulfilled cunt and belly!
Realization had already probed beyond the veil of liquor-haze and expended lust within Jan. She had raised her lovely blonde head to look around and survey the wild orgy taking place in her bedroom. She was too spent to be awed, yet something of that nature rippled through her ... Along with that came the knowledge that she was home free! There wasn't any way these people could ever hurt her ... not now! Was there ... ? She better be more sure! She started to sit up and heard Helen Trumble say:
"I-I want you to do it, Gus! I want you ... you to fuck me in the ass ... the way you did to Jan!"
"Christ," the big man grunted, his limp cock giving a little stir of approval. "I'll be happy to accommodate you, love, the very minute we get some starch back in this lazy fellow."
"Maybe I can help," Jan said, rolling toward him and reaching for his cock to fondle and stroke as Harry's spent penis slipped out of Helen and he stumbled backwards falling into a chair.
The attractive red-head crawled onto the bed then to join them, immediately reaching down to caress Gus' balls while Jan patiently worked his long, thick rod of flesh back into a state of solid hardness.
"There," Jan said, as Gus watched the two naked girls manipulating his straining cock as if it belonged to them rather than him. "That ought to do the job nicely for you, dear ... but maybe you better get up on your knees and let me get you ready, too ... "
Helen glanced at Jan and saw the sensuous sparkle coming to life once more in the naked blonde's beautiful eyes, and a further ripple of excitement raced through her. She wasn't exactly certain what Jan meant, but she intended to find out as she quickly did what the other suggested.
Gus watched open-mouthed while Helen with a little shudder, quickly moved around on the bed, then Jan got onto her hands and knees behind her, slowly moving her lovely face in toward the other's quivering, rounded white buttocks. Crazy jolts of lust began to gnaw at his belly and loins at the sight, his heavy cock achingly throbbing.
Jan stared at the voluptuous sight of Helen's white nakedness lewdly kneeling before her and expectantly waiting, an unfamiliar sensation of lustful excitement spurring her on. They were lush and ovaled, white mounds of inviting flesh, the blonde-girl feverishly thought, and she could see the tiny, hairless opening of raised flesh as Helen lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting the enticing area back at her. Jan's eyes dropped to the wet crevice of her cunt with its auburnish hair-lined lips still pinkly opened from Harry's cock, drops of their mixed cum clinging to the raw flesh. She moved forward as if drawn by a powerful magnet, until the musky, perfumed scent reached her nostrils and she lashed out with her tiny tongue, going down deep toward Helen's trembling, little clitoris.
While Gus watched in lustful fascination, Jan tongue-fucked the moaning Helen's cum-moistened pussy before traveling up the satin-smooth crevice separating her full, white buttocks to the crinkled mouth of her tiny anus. She then began to lick and probe at the little brownish hole, finally inserting a gentle finger while Helen's ass-mouth seemed to suck it right inside her. Then, the naked blonde teacher introduced a second finger, as Helen's yielding buttocks ground back onto them ...
"She's ready now," Jan said, excitedly looking at Gus. "Doesn't it look inviting, though?"
"Shit ... I think I'm going to blow my fucking mind!" Gus choked out as he struggled to his knees and Jan slipped her fingers from the red-head's tiny working rectum and caught hold of his thrusting cock. With her other hand, she reached around Helen's full, white thigh to tenderly finger her wet pussy.
"Now, when I press it open, you push, Darling," Jan ordered him, worming the tip of his swollen cock into the little pink hole of Helen's ass. "Now, lover, shove! That's it ... harder ... !"
Gus hardly needed any instructions at this game, he thought, lunging his hips forward to drive his thick cock deep up into the sucking, hot channel of Helen's rectum and raising a guttural, deep-chested grunt from her.
"Ooooo ... oh God ... ooohh!" she chanted as he began to saw into her. "Ohhh ... yes ... yes fuck it, Darling fuck it good!" she went on, beginning to thrust her impaled buttocks wildly back at him ...
While Jan watched in mounting, re-fired desire, she suddenly became aware that someone was spreading her legs open and she rolled onto her back to see the heavy, naked body of Jenny Evans moving onto the bed between them. Oddly enough, the woman's presence and what she intended to do, no longer reviled Jan, and receptively, she spread her full thighs wide, drawing them back to give the fat woman open access to her hot, wet loins.
"Yes ... yes ... lick and suck it for me!" the blonde girl moaned, as beside them, Gus Edwards fucked wildly into Helen Trumble's heaving, white buttocks. Then, she saw Mavis Edwards and Frank Trumble on the floor, she on top of him and sucking his swollen cock, while he cupped her full buttocks and nestled his face into her wet loins ...
And Harry Evans snored in a drunken, exhausted sleep, his fat naked body stretched out in her boudoir chair ...
Ooooo ... what a beautiful orgy it was, Jan swimmingly thought, to the delightful mouthing of her cunt that Jenny Evans was administering! And it would never end ... never! This was only the beginning, she vaguely reasoned, knowing in her sensually excited brain that she would still have her little darlings, too, when she wanted them, as well as Ken, whom she was going to marry!
Yes, Shale Canyon was going to be a wonderful place to live after all, and there was little doubt in her mind that amongst Helen, Mavis and herself, they would be able to persuade Ken of its wonders. Oh God ... yes ... what more could a girl ask for then a never-ending variety of love-making ... especially a sensual girl like herself?
