It is axiomatic that most of the things people want to do are things they are afraid to do. The individual must be compelled to overcome his own resistance to enjoying himself.
The reasons are varied. Usually they are the result of a background which teaches a hypocritical morality to the individual during his formative years. When maturity arrives, it might be said that the individual is "patterned" or "conditioned" into a specific type of behavior.
During the child's upbringing, as he emerges as an adult, the theory is that the patterns of behavior and morality he is taught are absolute. They cannot be changed. They will not be changed. They must not be changed. The conditioning is so strong that despite later evidence that what is taught is not absolutely correct, the individual is incapable of changing his behavior-even though he longs to with his soul and body.
The result is frustration. Anti-social behavior.
Psychological pain. And frequently social psychosomatic dysfunction.
Nowhere does this occur more than in the area of sexual relations. In America today, some psychologists believe the basis of most of the mental illness is sexually motivated.
Behaviorists disrupt the pattern the individual has established. Instead of trying to turn the individual inside out through protracted psychoanalysis, modern theory allows the psychologist to strip the non-functioning behavior pattern away first-freeing the patient of the anxiety and conflict which causes the illness. The results are not always the same from patient to patient, but the method is swift and relatively efficient.
This book is, in its entirety, an examination of how the same effect is accomplished in the "natural" method.
For instance, it is obvious that Kathy's sexual boredom is the result of unhealthy sexual attitudes learned in her pre-adulthood.
The apparent breakdown in her marriage is a consequence of this "illness". Yet the apparent key is her inability to do anything about it. She recognizes that she has powerful, unreleased sex urges which are patently "wrong". But she cannot act openly.
Still, she is impelled to put herself in the way of temptation. Her conditioned self tells her she can't and she mustn't do certain things. So she doesn't. She simply puts herself in the path of temptation and applauds her own self-righteousness when she stands fast. Then she puts someone else in the same position of temptation-a horny young man for example-and when she is raped she acts surprised and outraged outside, while inside she has satisfied her urges without accepting responsibility.
It would seem she has solved her problem. But this is not true. Because the guilt always remains.
This drama is played out in one degree or another throughout America every second of the day. While some of our readers will be shocked at the lengths Kathy eventually goes to, to achieve satisfaction, others will see in it only the commonplace.
The fact that she becomes totally subservient to sex is hardly a guarantee of mental health. One of the dangers of breaking out of an overbearing pattern is the possibility of falling into an equally dangerous extreme on the other hand. Too much sex is equally as debilitating as too little, as the reader will see on the following pages.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Alice Murray sat on the couch and thought about how it had begun. She had to. On her lap was the letter from Larry, her fourteen-year-old son, and she suddenly realized how it affected her. She closed her eyes and could see him in her imagination. He was tall for his age, pretty with big, brown eyes and shaggy long black hair and sweet, full lips. She thought about his lips and sighed. She was wet between her thighs and she knew she shouldn't be that way, but she couldn't help it. Ever since she'd started thinking about him coming home from that boarding school...
It wasn't right, she told herself, thinking about her son's hot flesh or how well developed he was between the legs...
She should have blushed at the thought. She told herself that. But then she thought about how the whole mess had started a week ago, in one unguarded minute, in just sixty seconds in which, she had let her strange, inner, twisted self ruin her. It had ruined her life, her ideal of herself until she was panting for her son to come home. For his body to come home to help feed the hunger she had developed. She recalled the start...
It was a bright sunny afternoon. She had felt restless and went for a walk on the hillside behind the house. The walk took her around the base and up the little canyon, the canyon where the neighborhood children had played since she could remember. It was a drowsy, dreamy afternoon and after a while, she stopped and sat in the shade of a tree. She hadn't been there more than a few seconds when she heard some whispering and giggling to her left. There was a small clump of willows that formed a little circle there. She started to get up and go away, not wishing to intrude in the children's games, when a girl's voice cried out.
"Stop it, Teddy. It's too big ... It hurts!! " Then the girl cried and Alice knew that she was in real pain.. Quickly she went to the opening in the willows and stopped dead. In the circle was a naked girl! She was laying on a ragged blanket and two older boys, about fourteen or fifteen, were kneeling by her. One, the biggest, was kneeling between the girl's legs and was trying to force his hard prick up into her hairless split. Alice almost fainted. Her breath stopped and she wanted to run, but she couldn't. She felt rooted where she was. The other boy glanced up and saw her. He jumped to his feet and yelled to the other boy.
"Come on! Let's get out of here!" The boy between the child's legs looked up and, seeing Alice, pulled up his pants and they both broke out of the bushes on the other side, leaving the crying little girl laying on the blanket.
Alice rushed to her and knelt beside the child, helping her to sit up. She sat there for a few minutes, hugging the sobbing girl. Her arms held the naked body close and after her sobs died down, Alice wiped her tears with a hanky. The girl was so pretty!
"There, there, honey, it's all over now. What is your name dear?" The child sniffled and answered: "Teresa ... Teresa Jones. Oh please, Mrs. Murray, don't tell my mother!" Alice knew the girl now, the daughter of Mary Jones, down the hill. She held the child out at arm's length and stared at the tear-stained face, the heaving shoulders. The girl had just the smallest start of breasts and her round little belly and crotch had only a trace of fine down.
"How old are you Teresa?"
The girl cried some more and finally blurted out her answer, "I'm fourteen, Mrs. Murray ... almost."
Slowly Alice got the facts from the girl. She came up here two or three times a week with the boys. They had always played "doctor" or other games before. Today was the first real attempt at adult sex. Teresa admitted that she had agreed to try it, but that Teddy Marshall's penis was big and it had frightened her. She started to calm down and tried to get up, but she winced with pain and put her hand between her slender legs.
"Does it hurt dear?" Alice asked. The girl nodded. Alice was strangely agitated. She didn't know why she felt so excited.
"Here Teresa," she said quietly. "Lay back and I'll see if the boys hurt you."
The girl lay back and slowly spread her plump little thighs. Alice saw the little lips were red and sore looking. Teddy had been ramming his horn against her hard. Alice's hand shook as she reached out and then, almost against her will, she laid a soothing palm over the girl's little sex and gently rotated it. Alice was upset with herself, she had never had a homosexual or Lesbian thought in her life, but at that second her own crotch became alarmingly wet and hot!
She acted on instinct and one of her slim fingers slid between the little lips and began to rub gently. She did that four or five times and the girl sighed.
Blushing, Alice glanced up at her and said, "Does that feel better Teresa?"
The girl smiled innocently and whispered, "Yes, better, but it's still so sore Mrs. Murray."
Terrible nightmare images flooded Alice's mind. She tried to get up and walk away, but the awful hunger held her and she took her finger away and moved around the reclining girl until she too knelt between the plump little thighs.
"I can make it better, dear, so much better. But we have to keep it a secret. Will you tell anybody, even your mother, if I fix it?"
The child seemed to know that this was to be a deep secret and she whispered, "No, I'll never tell, Mrs. Murray. How are you going to fix it?"
She seemed so trusting and gentle. Alice trembled and didn't answer. Instead she spread the child's legs wider and bent forward. After moving back a few inches, she was able to place her mouth directly over the puffy mound of child flesh. Her slender fingers reached out and spread the little lips and the baby-pink flesh inside the fold was dry. Alice had seen pictures and read stories of Lesbians when she was a teenager, but she had thought the idea unnatural and obscene. Now the images pushed back into her mind and the idea was compelling! Her mouth opened and her suddenly eager tongue dipped between the folds and gently bathed the pink tissues with warm saliva. As her firm wet tongue laved the child, the girl sighed and twisted.
"Oh, Mrs. Murray. That's groovy! Uhhhhhh, OHHHHHHH! The girl's eager response spurred Alice on and she began to suck and nibble the tender flesh. Her tongue racing up and down the tiny slit. The girl's hips began to writhe and twist. Alice felt the small hands press hard on the back of her head, urging her on and she doubled her efforts. At last the child began to buck her little torso up and down, her fat little sex ground against Alice's open mouth and she came. "Aghh Umphhhhh Ohhhhhh Mrs. Murrayyyyy. Aieeee!" The girl's voice rang in her ears as she sucked and licked on.
After the child stopped bucking and twisting her body, Alice sat up and slowly wiped her wet face on her own hanky.
Teresa lay back eyeing her, a slack smile on her contented face. "Wow ... that was great, Mrs. Murray!" Alice stared at Teresa, stricken with the awful idea of what she had just done.
"No kidding, I mean it, Mrs. Murray. Nobody's ever been so nice to me. I liked it, really!"
Alice began to sob, burying her face in her hands, she crumpled over onto the blanket and almost shrieked her shame. Never, never in her life had she done anything like this. All her life she had felt that sex was nasty and even since she had married she had allowed sex only when there was no way out of it. Now she was a pervert who lusted after small children! Dimly she could hear Teresa talking to her, asking what was wrong. The girl touched her, her hand rested on her shoulder. While attempting to pull her arm, Teresa's hand brushed against her breast! The touch of the child's hand on her breast fanned the fire between Alice's thighs and it raged out of control!!
"Mrs. Murray? Don't cry, please. What's wrong? Did I do something wrong? I promise I won't tell anyone. I promise!"
Slowly Alice sat up and dried her eyes and tried to smile at the worried child. In laying down and then sitting up, her skirt had ridden up to the top of her thighs. The girl stared at her full woman's body. "Can I ask you something, Mrs. Murray, something personal?"
Alice shuddered and replied, "Y ... yes Teresa. What is it?"
The girl squirmed a little then blushed hotly. "Well ... I've always wondered what a full grown person looks like ... and all ... I mean ... down here." She shyly placed her little hand between her own legs.
Alice trembled and without knowing exactly what she was going to say, whispered back, "Do you want to see me there? Is that what you mean?"
The girl giggled. "Oh yes, may I?"
Without a word Alice lay back on the blanket. The child didn't move so she reached down and quickly pulled her dress up to the middle. She felt the filtered sunlight on the soft flesh of her thighs, there was a silence that drove Alice mad with suspense, then Teresa spoke again. "Well ... I can't really see anything, I mean with these on."
Alice felt a shy ripple of fingers across her thin panties. Almost crying, she lifted her hips and tugged at the panties.
Teresa came to life and helped peel them down to Alice's ankles. Alice kicked them free and, taking a deep breath, she slowly spread her thighs. She heard Teresa suck in her breath and she could almost feel the heat of her gaze as she studied her.
Alice peeped out at the girl from her almost closed eyes. The girl was gazing intently at the full grown sex of the woman. The bushy cunt hair partly concealed her opening and the child tried to see but couldn't. Her hand reached out, but stopped without touching. Alice was unable to stand the wait and, seizing the girl's hand, placed it on the wet, warm mound! Teresa's little fingers parted the hairs and touched the trembling flesh. Alice sighed and shuddered at the delicious feel of it.
Teresa looked up into her now open eyes and whispered, "Do you want me to do that for you? I mean what you did for me. Do you, Mrs. Murray?"
Once again Alice wanted to jump up and run, but instead she lay back down and spread the lips of her aching sex and arched her back, pushing the hairy mound up, as if it were begging.
At first, Teresa just rubbed and toyed with the wet folds of flesh. Alice caught the girl's hand and showed her the rhythm and soon the child was stroking her in a maddening rhythm. Alice was lost in a world of sensation. All reason, shame, moral sense had left her.
"Please, Teresa, please honey. Kiss it! Kiss it like I did for you ... Please honey, put your little tongue in deep!" She felt the child's warm breath on her pubic hairs, and then the hot little tongue slipped up against her clitoris and she almost screamed at the good feel of it. She was on the trembling verge of her climax when she heard a clicking sound and then someone spoke aloud.
"Wow! Look at that will you!"
Knocking the girl aside, Alice jumped to her feet and saw them. There was Teddy, the boy who had been with Teresa, and Jerry Arnold, a neighborhood boy about fourteen, and standing with his mouth open was Jack Thomas.
Jack was the oldest boy in the group. He had a camera in his hand and Alice knew from the look on his face that he had taken a picture! Her mouth opened and closed. She was crushed. She tried to talk to them twice, but no words would come out. Images of public shame and arrest, the total scandal of it flooded her and she almost fainted. Jack seemed to know what to do, he took charge of the moment.
"Teresa, you get dressed. You guys take her over to the club and wait. Now listen, you guys, and Teresa, you too; nobody says a word about this until I come, Okay?" The children nodded. Teresa scrambled into her clothes and, looking sadly at Alice, she trailed after the boys.
Jack stood there for a minute, looking at Alice. Then he spoke. "Sit down, Mrs. Murray."
Her legs felt like butter and she almost fell down on the blanket.
Jack pulled the. film from the camera and peeled back the paper, looked at it, then smiled. He held it up for her to see and even from a distance Alice saw the image of herself sprawling on the blanket, her legs spread. Teresa crouched down on her, the child's tongue buried in Alice's sex. Alice made a lunge for the shot, but Jack laughed and pulled it back. He was uneasy, unsure, but he knew that the picture was his ticket for something.
"Please give it to me," Alice begged the boy. "I don't have much money that I can give you, but please, I'll pay anything I have for that picture!"
Jack set the picture and the camera down and moved closer to her; an idea was forming and he wanted to think it over for a little.
Alice shrank back from him. Jack was only sixteen years old but he was well built, large for his age.
"Oh ... I don't want any money, Mrs. Murray, so don't worry. That's not it."
"W ... Well ... what do you want? Please Jack, don't tease me. I'm so very embarrassed. Please, WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
She was sobbing and as she shifted on the blanket, her skirt had ridden up again. He could see the firm white globes of her naked buttocks and his penis jumped up.
"Mrs. Murray ... uh ... well you see it's like this. Teresa is the only girl around here and she's too chicken to do much ... and well you know...."
Alice was stunned. The boy wanted sex with her! What had she gotten into? Was she going to have to submit to this child? Her glance strayed to his belt and she saw a man-like swelling there and she knew that this was somewhat more than a child but ... still...
The boy stared at her and knew that she was confused and with some inner wisdom, said nothing. He just let her think it out. After a while Alice had to admit, even to herself that she saw no other answer. She spoke in a dull voice.
"What do you want me to do?"
Jack was uncertain. He had won so easily, now he thought for a few seconds, then he decided.
"Well, let's go over to the club first." Alice looked at him, her eyes growing wider with horror.
"You mean, where the other children are? Oh please, Jack, do I have to do that in front of the others?"
The boy smiled.
"Teresa won't be too surprised, do you think?" Alice blushed and wanted to cry as the boy continued. "Besides, Jerry and Teddy are in with us too, remember?"
Alice stood up and was ready to go. She hated herself but she could see no way out of this horrible mess.
Jack grinned and held up her panties. "You forgot something."
Alice snatched them from his hand but made no move to put them back on in front of him. Jack picked up the picture and the camera and led the way.
They walked further back into the canyon until they rounded a bend near the top and Alice saw an old shack. Jack put his finger to his lips and motioned her to come quietly. They tiptoed up to the window and looked in. Alice sucked in her breath. There was a bed in the shack and Teresa lay on it, naked again. Jerry lay beside her, his pants were open and the girl was holding his rigid organ and laughing. Jack and Alice watched as the girl toyed and teased the boy's shaft, then Jerry pushed open the door and he and Alice went into the room. Jerry jumped up, red in the face. He stole a glance at Alice.
"All you guys wait outside until I call you," he ordered. The two boys went out. Teresa stayed. She was uncertain.
"Jack, can I stay?"
Jack looked at her for a moment then nodded and. spoke. "All right, you stay. You can help Mrs. Murray take her stuff off." Alice knew it was coming but she almost cried when she heard it. It seemed so final, like a death sentence!
"Wow ... Really?" Teresa said.
Alice sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. She made no move to remove her clothes.
"Go on Teresa. Help her get started." The girl needed no other command. Quickly she unbuttoned Alice's blouse. She was still curious to see Mrs. Murray nude. She had tried to see her own mother naked, but the woman was very modest and had always frustrated the girl.
Alice felt the blouse being slid down her arms and then the clasp of her bra was undone and she felt the bra being drawn down to har elbows. She looked up and saw Jack staring at her naked breasts with wide open awe. She glanced to her side and saw Teresa looking intently at them also. She almost smiled. She wasn't that well-endowed, but it was more than they had ever seen, apparently.
Teresa undid the hooks on her skirt and Alice stood up obediently and the child pulled the clothes to the floor. She kicked off her own shoes and sat back on the rough bunk. She wanted to cover herself with her hands but it was no use. She was naked!!
She sensed a shadow and looking up saw the other two boys staring through the dirty window at her. Jack walked over beside her and quickly pulled his clothing off. She stared at his aroused penis. It was almost as if she had never seen one before. It was big-bigger than her husband's. She saw a drop of lubrication glistening on the tip.
Jack jerked his head and Teresa got up off the bunk and watched. He sat beside her but didn't touch her. She felt his tension. His body trembled, but still he didn't try to touch her.
He doesn't know how to go about it, she thought to herself. At first she was hopeful that he would lose his nerve and let her go, but he spoke to Teresa.
"Teresa, come here. You do her again ... you know, what you were doing when we came up." Teresa moved towards Alice and he spoke again. "Lay down, Mrs. Murray."
Almost as if she were dreaming, she lay back on the blanket. Teresa blushed a little and, glancing shyly at Alice, got up on the bunk and bent over her middle. In seconds Alice felt again the wet, hot, little tongue gliding over her tender flesh. At first she tried to ignore the child, but soon she felt the warmth spread across her belly. Against her will, she started to respond! She felt the touch of Jack's nervous hands on her bared breasts and the tingle grew greater. She sighed and trembled as the little girl began to nibble her clitoris harder.
She shut her eyes tightly. In the very back of her mind a voice was trying to tell her to resist, but the electric shocks of pleasure overrode the voice and stilled it Jack took one of her hands and closed the fingers over his ridged stalk. The warm flesh seemed to burn her palm and for the first time in her life she felt the urge to have a male enter her-to penetrate her as deeply as he could go!
He seemed to know that she was ready. He gently pushed Teresa away and slid between Alice's already spread thighs. His body spread them even wider, leaving her stretched and helpless beneath him. He tried to enter her but missed on the first two attempts. Terribly aroused, Alice shuddered each time the blunt cockhead banged against her aroused flesh. She couldn't wait. Reaching down she found his penis and guided it to her open fold.
With one hard shove Jack was in her to the hilt. Alice almost cried out because it felt so good and she drew her thighs wider and up, to get him deeper in her. She was going mad with the slick, sensuous feeling of his meat deep in her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other two boys. They were in the shack now, watching closely. She knew that they could see Jack's prick buried in her, her legs flopping up and down as the older boy pistoned in and out of her shaking body. She knew that they could see, but she didn't care.
"Let them watch," she muttered to herself and ground her pelvis up against the boy's hard rod. With each stroke she felt her climax rising, coming nearer and nearer. She had been frustrated earlier when they had interrupted Teresa licking her pussy and now her body, was demanding release. As she was nearly there, Jack began to sob and jerk faster.
"No, no! Not yet, Jack! Please wait for me!" She cried out to him, but then she felt his hot seed spurting up into her, the warm jet wetting her, making her feel slick and oiled. The disappointment was intense as she felt him grow soft and pull away from her.
Before she could say a word, she felt Jack roll off and then felt new thighs between hers. Shocked, she looked up and saw it was Jerry! As she was about to order him off and tell them she was no cheap whore, no gang-bang girl, she felt his young shaft butt against her wet opening and then slide up into her. She opened her mouth to protest, but only sighed. With a half sigh, half groan, she relaxed and wrapped her arms around the boy. Hugging him deeper inside of her and moments later the sweet rise struck her and gasping and sighing she felt the long-delayed, hard-won climax wash over her. It left her gasping.
Jerry continued his plunging, hurried attack on her and she felt his slender organ ram and probe in her body, sending down showers of sensation. Jerry was excited and she felt him stiffen and then heard his sobbing breath as he, too, shot his warm sperm up into her.
In a half daze she watched him crawl off and saw Teddy standing beside the bed, his own stalk standing hard. The bed shifted and she was aware that he was on her and reacted as the boy's penis speared her and those rocking and jabbing motions began again.
It seemed like hours. One boy off and another on. Climax and pain taunted her-exhausted her flesh. She was aware of her own grunting, sighing pleasures-aware of her own thighs clasped over one back after another. Her head swirled and turned and she slipped into a haze, a dark blood-red haze.
When her senses settled, she opened her eyes. She saw the dirty unfinished ceiling slowly spin to a stop. She lay there streaming semen from between her legs. Jerry, the youngest boy, and Teddy were laying at the end of the bed, their reddened young pricks laying wilted on their thighs. Jack lay beside her, propped up on his elbow. As she came to, she realized she was holding and pulling at his semi-ridged penis. He whispered to her, "It's no good, Mrs. Murray. It's been three times now and I don't think it'll get hard again." Slowly the orgiastic haze fell away and she realized the vile way that she had behaved.
She jerked her hand away and sat up. The tears welled up and she sat sobbing. That upset the boys and they knew that the party was over. Talking in whispers they quickly got dressed and went out the door, leaving her with Teresa.
The girl dressed and went to a large can and dipped her hanky in the water. She helped Alice wash up and then dress. Dazed, Alice looked at her watch. All this had taken only an hour and a half!
Teresa led the way down the hill and they stopped just above the row of houses. "Mrs. Murray ... are you mad at me?"
Alice looked at Teresa quickly.
"Well ... you got involved in this cause of me and I don't want you to think I'm the cause of ... well you know ... Jack's picture of us...." Alice smiled sadly and touched the girl.
"Teresa, believe me, it was all my own doing. Now you run on home and please remember, this is our secret." The child glanced as Alice stood looking after her. Her mind was at war with her body. Her mind screamed that she was a total whore. She wanted to kill herself or run off the hill and away-far away from all this. But her body wouldn't move. For the first time in her life, she felt satisfied-as if she had just fed some deep hunger in herself.
Shaking herself mentally, she went down the hill and entered her house in the back.
CHAPTER TWO
Once in the house, she hurriedly washed herself and made dinner for Jim. All this was done in a semi-daze. Despite her shock and revulsion at what she had done, she felt a certain languor-a certain physical well-being. Half images of naked bodies, dripping semen, young faces contorted with lust hung over her.
Jim came home, washed and ate. He made some short conversation but she could hardly respond, her mind was in a whirl. The evening wore on and later he made a half-hearted pass at her. She shrugged his advances off and he knew better than to press the matter any further. At last it was time to go to bed.
She slept deeply that night and awoke feeling gay and excited. Jim ate his usual breakfast and left. When she was alone she showered and douched twice, but she refused to think about the hill and she refused to let herself go out of the house.
No! she told herself harshly, no I won't go up there. What has happened, happened, but it was evil and wrong and I won't let it happen again! No matter what they do to me! She told herself all this, but deep inside she had a sick feeling, thinking of how her husband, her friends, the neighbors here on Walnut Street would act, what they would say if they ever saw that filthy picture!
About four in the afternoon there was a knock at the back door. She hurried to the door, but there was no one there, just a small package. She took it into the kitchen and opened it. Her knees went weak and she almost fell before she could sit. On top was another picture! Not the one of her with Teresa, but one of her naked, sprawling on the dirty bunk, her legs crossed over Teddy's back, her fingers digging deep in the boy's skin. Her face in the photo was frozen in a grimace of ecstasy. She knew Jack had taken more pictures! She didn't know how many more. The thought that there were more of these awful pictures sickened her! In a nervous frenzy she opened the other part of the package. It was a thin book. There were a few pages of print and then a color shot of a blonde young woman, nude, kneeling in front of a young man, his hard penis buried in her mouth! Alice almost gagged. Quickly she turned the pages. There were pictures of every type of copulation known. Several were of Lesbian love and as she lingered over those, her mind pictured the plump, hairless sex of Teresa. Then there were two shots of a woman on her hands and knees. Puzzled, Alice looked at them closer until she realized that a man's organ was buried in the woman's anus!! She threw the book down and then she saw the note. It was from Jack.
"Mrs. Murray, the book is my dad's so don't throw it away. Bring it to the shack tomorrow morning at ten. Be there or you know what ... P.S. Take a good look at page thirteen." Fumbling with the book she found the page and saw another shot of a woman sucking a man. She felt a strange tingle as she stared at it.
"How filthy! How degrading!" she thought to herself. She tried to think of a way out of this mess, hoping that she would find an answer that she had missed yesterday. There was no answer! She felt like a criminal, like a beast. But no matter what track her mind took it always led back to that shack and "ten tomorrow morning."
She went thru the day slowly, trying to lose herself in meaningless household tasks but it didn't work. Her mind continued to think!
That night, after supper and TV, Jim was more forceful and once in bed she gave in and had sex with him. As he humped and plunged in her, she couldn't help compare him with Jack. She was ashamed of herself but she had to admit that he didn't compare well against the boy, not well at all. Long after he was finished and had rolled over and gone to sleep, she lay awake and her mind was a jumble of "dirty" thoughts. The images of naked boys and girls ran through her mind, making her sleep, when it came, a long erotic wetness.
The next morning she tried to clean house. She was determined to stay home, to ignore Jack's threat. She knew he wouldn't send the pictures to Jim, but at nine forty-five she was climbing the little hill!
I'll demand the pictures and if he gives me any trouble I'll slap the little beast into the ground! Her mind promised all this but when she came to the shack she was excited and more than a little afraid. As she came to the door it opened and the boy stood there. Slowly she entered and was surprised to see that they were alone. He led her to the bunk and she sat down.
"I'm glad you came," he said hesitantly. She didn't answer, but just looked at him. He was nervous and tried his tough guy act. "It's damn good that you came or your old man would get some hot shots in his office mail tomorrow!"
That made her angry. She started to call him names, "little boy creep...." and he got mad, pushed her down on the bunk again and punched her in the breast. The pain was terrible-he wasn't nervous now!
"Don't you ever call me names again, girl sucker! You do as I say or else! You understand me?" Sobbing with the pain, Alice nodded her head in submission. "Okay ... now strip! I said strip, Mrs. Murray, or I'll do it for you and your clothes won't be worth wearing home!" Quickly she did as she was told and soon she was naked again. Despite their previous meeting in the shack she felt shy with him, defenseless. He stripped at the same time and sat down beside her.
"Did you read the book I left for you?"
She could only nod and reaching down to her bag, handed the book to him. He opened it to page thirteen and stared at the picture. His young organ grew. It swelled until it's very size awed Alice. She was ashamed of herself, sitting naked on a bed with a boy. Ashamed of the tingles that were spreading thru her body as she stared at his up-thrust flesh!
"I think we will try this today," he said, calmly glancing at her.
Without looking, she knew he was still looking at the picture of the woman sucking the man. She had known all along that he would want that. She had known it the instant she had seen the picture. She had known that it would come to this moment but she had refused to let her mind picture it. Now she stared at the boy and his naked throbbing organ and tried to imagine it in her mouth! She had always refused to touch her husband with her mouth, even to kiss his organ. She had never considered allowing a penis to enter her mouth and now she was faced with it. Her eyes were locked on the red tip-it was so big, so swollen and almost purple in color. She felt herself tremble and she refused to think about it any further.
"Please ... Please Jack, don't make me do that. Just the thought of it makes me sick. I've never done that before and I think it's nasty and awful!" The boy just grinned at her.
"Oh, sucking a cock is nasty-but sucking a cunt is okay, eh? Come off of it, Mrs. Murray.
Teresa told me you worked her over good yesterday, so you can do the same for me today."
Alice was shocked. Doing what he wanted and what she had done with Teresa had never seemed to be the same, but now...
"Wake up, Mrs. Murray," he teased in a loud voice as he stood by the bunk. "Here, sit up." He helped her to a sitting position and moved closer until he stood between her knees. He held his swollen penis by the base and rubbed it across her closed lips. Her heart pounded. She was excited and repelled at the same time!
"God, it's a bad dream," she thought to herself, but the pressure of his flesh against her mouth was real!
"Open up, Mrs. Murray. Open up and get your lunch," he teased again. She clamped her lips even tighter, refusing to be used like this. His free hand caught her jaw and his thumb pressed against the muscle at the hinge. Her mouth popped open and before she could protest his hard shaft slipped into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue! The feel of his hot flesh in her wet mouth shook Alice. She felt the urge to be sick. She wanted to scream, to run away and hide, but in spite of all this, she felt a tingle of pleasure run down her curved back. There was a small seed of real pleasure along with the disgust she wanted to feel. The pleasure frightened her more than all the other feelings. Jerking her head back she tried to reason with him. "Please Jack, don't force me to do this. I don't want it. . . Umphhhh Ulpppp lllllllup!"
He hadn't waited for her arguments. Clasping his hands behind her head he pulled her face back to his dripping penis and forced it deep into her mouth. He began to pump it in and out. She felt the hard butt of his head against the back of her mouth and tasted the salty tang of his flesh.
"Don't play games, Mrs. Murray," he panted. "Do it right! Suck! Suck it hard and run your tongue around the head ... Do it or I'll jam it down your throat!"
She felt his muscles tense and knew he would do what he said and she hurriedly began to suck and lick at his rod of flesh. He was panting and sighing and she knew he was loving every second of her servicing him. Her mouth was full of collected saliva mixed with his sticky lubrication. She didn't want to swallow, but was afraid she would choke if she didn't. Her throat worked and she swallowed the mixture. She was surprised that she didn't mind the taste and the feel of it. She felt moisture running down the corner of her mouth and over her cheek as she continued to suck. It felt so strange, his hand on the back of her head, holding her prisoner as his flesh invaded her mouth. A fantasy of being a captive woman taken, by some wild invader crossed her mind as she felt her own lubricating moisture seeping out of her own sex. She pressed her thighs together to try to stop the flow. He rolled her head in his hand, watching her tightly pursed lips as they clung to him. The thrill of seeing the full grown woman below him-her naked breasts swinging back and forth as she sucked him nearly made Jack erupt but he gritted his teeth and held off. He wanted to prolong this moment!
He slid one hand from the back of her head and reaching down, caught a breast and toyed with her nipple as her head bobbed over his penis. Alice shuddered and groaned as the feel of his hand on her breast registered in her swirling brain. The touch was pure pleasure and she wanted to tell him so, but the flesh in her mouth kept her from speaking.
In a gentle rhythm he pulled and stretched the nipple and her enjoyment mounted. He no longer had to hold her head to his belly. She sucked the rod as if it were candy. Her lips were wet and slippery and, as she pulled back, strings of moisture clung to the flesh.
He had an idea and, moving closer, he said, "Open your legs. Open up, Mrs. Murray!" Without thinking, she did and was rewarded when he forced his bony knee up against her wet, hairy mound. The jolt of pleasure from the contact shook Alice and in seconds she felt her pelvis grind up against his knee. It ground and rotated as if it were detached from the rest of her. It sent waves of pleasure up her spine. She sat on the edge of the bed, his leg pressed between her thighs, her back curved as her head bent to take his swollen flesh deep in her watering mouth. The shack was quiet. The silence broken by slobbering, wet sucking sounds as she mouthed, nibbled, licked and soothed his rampant prod. Her pelvis jerked and pressed against his knee and she felt the climax rising. Suddenly it came! Her mind swirled and bucked. The pleasure was so intense it was almost pain!!
"Ohhhhh Umppppp Ghnnnnn!! ! ! ", she groaned as her joy flooded through her body, plucking at her nervous system like a harp. Watching her writhe in her climax was more than Jack could stand and as she relaxed, his climax began!
The first flood of hot cum that hit the back of her throat shocked Alice. She had almost forgotten what she was doing and what the outcome would be. The idea that he was coming in her mouth made her want to cry in outrage, but she swallowed and licked and sucked instead. She was forced to continue sucking and swallowing because he spurted jolt after jolt of hot sticky fluid down into her slobbering mouth and she had to swallow or drown. When the spurts stopped coming he left it in her mouth, urging her to milk and suck him till he began to soften. He felt his penis wilting and pulled it out without warning. It made a dull popping sound as the head pulled free of her pursed lips. Moisture ran out of the corner of her mouth. Strings of semen clung to her glistening lips and swung back and forth as her head moved. At first she didn't say a word, or even move. She felt good-degraded, humiliated and used-but still GOOD! What she had just done reached some hidden person in her and that person loved what she had just done for the boy. Then, as she bent forward a drop of semen fell from her lips and lit on her bare thigh. She stared at the pearl of white fluid and the actual meaning of what she had done came home to her. Silent tears welled up in her eyes and she wanted to die S
There was a grating sound at the door! Panic rose in her heart as she looked, expecting to see an outraged parent. A vast sense of relief rose in her-it was only Jerry and Teddy. The boys stood at the door, their eyes gleamed in the semi gloom of the shack. She knew that they were remembering the last meeting here. The moment stood still. She could tell they were lusting after her naked woman's body. She remembered that she had had intercourse with these boys-that they had been on her body-their young hard shafts had plunged into her own straining body.
She was confused. She was terribly ashamed. The whole situation was a mockery of all her ideals, yet she was aroused at seeing them. She knew now that they had watched her sucking Jack. She could see the swelling in their trousers. She also knew that they could see the other boy's semen drying on her lips. Jerry was the youngest ... but the boldest. He walked over to her. Bold or not, he was no animal. Seeing her stunned, dazed look, he tried to be nice. Picking up an old towel, he gently wiped her lips and the smeared thigh.
"Uh ... do you feel okay, Mrs. Murray?" She could only nod. He hesitated and then, "Well, ... I mean, you want to go home or...." She knew what he meant! She tortured herself with images of the picture that Jack had of her. She tried to convince herself that it was the threat of exposure that was forcing her to do this, but a warm sensuality came over her. Her hand reached out and her ringers traced the outline of his young organ and she felt the excitement rising again.
"I feel fine, Jerry. Do you want this?" As she spoke, her fingers found the zipper tab at his crotch and slowly pulled it down. Her fingers fumbled and found the opening in his shorts and closed around his hardness. Her hand shook as she pulled it free. Bending slightly, she let the head slip between her lips for a moment and gently sucked it. Then she looked up at him. "Is this what you wanted. Is this it Jerry?" She slowly licked the head of his penis. He groaned and she felt his legs tremble. Pulling her head back for a moment, she undid his belt and slid his clothing to his knees. Then, pulling him closer to her, she sucked his penis back into her mouth and began to slowly bob up and down on it. Her tongue wrapped itself around the slim shaft while she wound her arms around his legs and hugged him close as she fellated him. The flesh part of her was warm and happy and she refused to allow her moral thoughts into her mind. The slick, wet feel of his hard cock in her mouth gave her a strange thrill. She found that if she rubbed her thighs together they massaged her clitoris!
Alice had masturbated a few times in her lifeshe had always felt ashamed before. Now it was glorious and wonderful! She felt full, warm and close. It pleased her.
Jerry started to shake and she knew he was about to come. For a moment she wanted to pull away. The thought of sucking his emission into her mouth and down her throat frightened her. The last time she had had no warning-now she knew what was coming. Her strict moral ideas fought to the surface but the feel of his slick hairless flesh against her tongue put the morality away tor good.
As he began to quiver and press deeper into her mouth, she sucked as hard as she could, feeling the strain on her lips and jaws. Hugging his thighs up against her breasts, she allowed him to penetrate all the way to the back of her throat and let him come deep in her mouth. He grunted and moaned. She sucked the spray of cum, licking and rubbing the big vein at the bottom of his shaft. When he was done he almost fell when she released him. Her own state of excitement was high. She fell back on the bed and rolled her thighs over and over trying to bring herself to a climax. Her wet mouth was slack. Semen dribbled down her chin. Her slimy tongue lolled in her mouth. She felt a movement on the bed and opened her eyes to see Teddy beside her. He touched her pulsing mound.
Spreading her legs she grasped his hand and guided it where she needed it. She masturbated herself with the boy's hand. She lay there with her legs spread, jabbing the boy's fingers up into herself. The pleasure rose higher and higher and at last she had her orgasm. Jolt after jolt of agonizing pleasure rolled over her and when the climax had passed she lay for a long time, almost asleep. A half smile was on her face. The taste of the boy's sex flooded her mouth. Then she remembered Teddy and looked at him. "Are you sick or something, Mrs. Murray?" His face showed concern. She almost laughed.
"No, honey. I'm not sick. Do you want your turn now?" The boy suddenly seemed embarrassed.
"Oh ... well, I...." She reached down and touched between his legs. He was limp! Puzzled, she sat up and looked at him.
"What's the matter, Teddy?"
The boy only shrugged. Tenderly she unbuttoned his jeans and rolled them down, pulling his shorts with them. The boy was so excited that he trembled, but he had no erection! Gently she pulled the trousers from his feet and knelt beside the bed. "Now relax, Teddy. I'm sure you'll love it. . . the others did." Even as she spoke she couldn't understand herself. It was one thing to be forced into this mess, but she wasn't being forced now. She WANTED to suck this boy! She felt disappointed when he wasn't hard. She even felt challenged! Slowly she bent over his middle and with more instinct than skill she licked his limp little noodle. The organ gave a twitch and she felt a thrill of victory. With slow, even strokes she licked the full length and around his balls. Her tongue felt his sparse pubic hairs. As she bathed his penis with her tongue she could feel it swelling and knew she would have it up soon. His flat belly flexed and sucked in as she licked the tip. She decided that it was time to suck the head. Just as she started the now familiar bobbing motion, she felt someone behind her!
"You're doing better and better, Mrs. Murray. Practice, baby, practice, eh?" It was Jack. He reached around her and cupped her hanging breasts, pulling at the nipples. Alice shuddered and sucked harder. She felt his stiff penis brush against her buttocks and for a long moment, the image of the woman kneeling, just as she was, with that huge penis buried in her anus, flashed into her mind. Fright came over her and she almost bolted. Then she relaxed when she felt him slip down and rub between her hairy lips and enter them.
He began a slow pumping motion and Alice was in heaven! Again she had to compare him with her husband and again he won going away! As Jack pumped and pressed harder, Alice sucked harder. In a very short time Teddy stiffened. His legs shot out stiff and for the third time she felt his hot spray spurting into her waiting mouth.
When he was done, Teddy pulled free of her and got off the bed. She continued to kneel. Her upper torso lay across the bunk, her face ground into the dirty blanket. Jack worked like a madman. Alice climaxed easily and still he went on. She lay there being buffeted by his slamming flesh until he gave a coughing grunt and filled her aching flesh with his emission.
For a long time afterward she lay like that, still half across the bed. She heard Jerry and Teddy saying goodbye but couldn't answer. When she could finally sit up, Jack helped her dress and wipe up.
Without another word they left the shack and walked down the gully. They stopped on the hillside above the houses and he finally spoke to her.
"Can you meet me here tonight about nine? I'll have something wild to show you. Naw, it isn't more pictures, it's something else."
She thought for a moment. She should refuse, but she was just too tired to protest. "I don't know," she mumbled. "It'll be hard to get out alone."
She saw that determined look come over his face and added quickly. "But I'll try."
He smiled at her and she felt strangely pleased. Then she had an even stranger thought. "Jack, would you kiss me? I think I'd like that." He was surprised, but he tried. He came to her awkwardly-but the kiss was gentle and nice.
"Wow," he whispered. "That's great. Here, feel." He put her hand over his groin and she could feel it stirring and swelling again. As she felt it, she was amazed that he could get hard again so soon. She felt a sudden firm pressure on her shoulders and before she could think about it she was on her knees in the wild grass. She heard the rasp of his zipper. He fumbled with his shorts then she saw his semi-hard penis jut up in his hand as his other hand went to the back of her head. His hand pressed against her and she sucked. Her common sense was outraged, for out in the full view of anyone who chose to look up, she was performing an act of perversion on a minor! Still, she didn't want to pull away or protest. She just wanted to go on sucking until she felt that sweet seed spurt into her mouth again.
Seeing that she wasn't fighting, Jack relaxed and watched the woman mouth his organ. Just then they both heard a new voice on the hillside!
"Jacky, Jacky ... Lunch time, dear." It was his mother calling! The realization that they were in the open came to Alice again. She was letting him stroke in and out of her mouth in the open and his mother was coming!
"Okay, Mom, coming," he called and pulled free of her mouth. He jammed his hard shaft back into his pants. "Remember, nine o'clock. Here." Then he was running down the hill.
Putting her clothes in order, Alice stumbled down the hillside in a daze, the taste of the boy's organ lingering in her mouth.
CHAPTER THREE
Once she was safely in her home, Alice sat at the kitchen table and tried to think. Alice couldn't understand her attitude. She had always dismissed the idea of an erotic sex act as a sign of insanity. She never thought that "normal" persons responded to that sort of thing. To her, the idea of putting a man's penis in her mouth-putting her mouth to the sexual organ of another woman-much less that of a child-was an insane idea. It was totally repellent to her moral and religious training. Not only had she done it but she had done it with children! She had even sought out the last two and she had to admit to herself that she hadn't put up much of a fight over the first.
She was afraid for herself, afraid for her sanity. As she bathed and cleansed herself, she resolved to fight this thing. She would refuse to see the children, to allow Jack or the others any further intimacy with her. If necessary, she would make her husband move on and remove herself from the entire town to escape this mess.
Her fervent decisions soothed her troubled mind a little. When she heard Jim in the driveway she was tempted to go to him and confess the entire story, but as he came through the door and she opened her mouth, she changed her mind and said nothing.
During dinner she kept her silence, answering his talk with as few words as she could manage. After dinner he told her he was going downtown to see "the boys" and go bowling. Alice hated bowling. Normally she would have fought the idea but her inner self insisted on letting him go without a word of protest. It was eight-thirty when he opened the garage and heard the car going down the street.
Inside the house she was in a turmoil. She wanted to stay where she was, to read a book, to watch TV, to sleep, anything. She knew that in a few minutes she would pick up her sweater and go up the hill to meet Jack. The idea of meeting the big boy in the dark excited her. Thoughts of his hard organ, images of semen spurting from it came to her. The unwanted excitement quickened her pulse. Once again the image of the woman with a penis in her anus haunted her. She felt repelled by the idea. It frightened her, but she felt drawn to the idea and despite her feelings she could see her own face on the kneeling woman. She could see herself submitting to a powerful, forceful Jack. Shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of the vision, she hurried to the door. She picked up a sweater and started out, hesitated, walked to the hall cabinet and took out an old clean towel.
The towel in the shack was so filthy she might have caught something from it. Once she thought-that she was ashamed. Taking the towel was as if she was admitting that her purpose for going was to get more of that hard penis! Still she stuffed the towel in her purse and hurried up the hill and to the spot where she left Jack at noon. As she got there she saw a shadow and heard Jack call softly to her.
"Hey, you came. That's groovy. I do have something to show you. This goes on every Wednesday night. Walk quietly and don't say a word."
Puzzled, Alice followed him along the slope of the hill until they came to a fence. Just inside the fence there was a lighted window. Quietly they came to the window and Jack helped her to step up on the fence. She found that they could look into the room. It was a playroom and as she looked in the room it seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't place it. During the walk in the dark she had become confused and had lost her bearings. Just then the door opened and in Sally Harris walked wearing only a dressing gown. Now she knew Alice had been to parties held in this room. Sally was a housewife down the street and a nice person, just a little on the quiet side. She was about thirty-five, thin and angular in build. Alice was puzzled as to why they were looking in here, but Jack motioned her to be quiet so she couldn't ask. Sally looked around the room, put a few things away then nodded to herself. Then she went to a small bar by the door and poured herself a stiff drink. Sipping the drink, she sat down on the sofa bed. Her robe fell open and Alice was surprised to see that she was naked underneath. Sally looked down at herself, pulled the belt free and let the robe fall open. She was thin, but Alice was surprised to see that she had well-endowed breasts. Sally ran her fingertips across the exposed nipples and smiled as they instantly swelled and grew into hard dark points. Alice was amazed and felt the slow rise of excitement spreading through her own body. Slowly Sally ran her free hand down her belly and to her crotch. She parted the hairs, running her forefinger between the lips. Alice could see Sally's belly jerk, knowing that the finger was tormenting the swollen clitoris. Alice felt her own clitoris twitch with enjoyment.
Suddenly Sally stopped and seemed to be listening to something. They heard footsteps in the driveway. Quickly, Sally sat up, tied her robe, and went to the door to open it. Two men came in. For a moment Alice was uncertain, then she knew who they were. They were partners in the auto repair shop at the end of the street. One was a large man, not fat, but bulky. He was about forty years old. The other man was younger and slim. Sally carefully locked the door and turned to the big man. Moving up to him, she stood on tip toes and kissed him. Alice could see their tongues meet and shivered. The slim one moved up to the couple. As Sally continued to kiss the larger man she reached out and patted the other's face then dropped her hand to his groin and cupped his bulge, feeling him through his trousers. Alice was shocked! Sally had always been such a mousy woman, so quiet and modest. That she would have two men so familiar with her amazed Alice. Alice tried to remember what Mr. Harris looked like. A vision of a stuffy, fifityish, balding man with glasses came to her. Then she remembered that he was going bowling with Jim! He was one of "the boys"!
Well, Alice thought, she's certainly solved the lonely bowling night problem!
The three people moved to the couch. As the big man sat down, the slim man stopped by the arm of the couch. Sally smiled at both of them, finished her drink, slipped the robe down her shoulders and let it drop. She stood naked in front of them. She smiled again and moved to the standing man. Quickly she pulled off his shirt and undid his belt. She moved closer and kissed him and pushed the clothing to his feet. She knelt and helped him pull the clothes off and put them on the chair. Still on her knees she turned again to the slim man.
They were in profile now. Alice couldn't tear her eyes from his semi-hard penis. It drooped down, almost touching Sally on the nose.
Sally looked up at the man and gave him a knowing smile, then slid her pink tongue out and bathed the head of his penis, leaving it glistening wet in the light. Alice caught her breath as his penis rose swiftly until it was full and hard, almost laying flat on his belly. Sally licked the shaft and nuzzled his testicles.
Alice was certain that she could see the other woman's tongue buried in his pubic hairs.
The big man laughed as he watched them, then quickly undressed himself. His organ was huge! Alice was awed at the length and width of the shaft. The head was a deep red in hue, almost purple. She had never seen such a large organ. It swung stiffly as he walked over to the couple and stood, by the slim man. Sally was still busy sucking and licking the other's testicles when the big man spoke.
"Sally, don't spend all your time on that toothpick when there's a roast waiting for you!" She giggled and scuttled over in front of the big man. She raised herself slightly and licked the head of his big rammer.
"Ahhhhhhhh, that's good honey," the big man sighed. "Now give my balls a bath. They have waited almost a week for that hot little tongue to visit them."
Alice was completely aroused now as she watched the woman suck and lick the big man and felt a real sense of envy! Alice still found it hard to match up the Sally Harris she knew with the one she was watching.
As she served the big man, Sally's hand held the slim, long penis of the other and slowly ran her hand up and down the shaft. Suddenly the big man pulled back from her mouth and sat on the sofa.
"Here now, Sally girl, stop the games! Climb up here and show old A! how much you missed him." As if she were waiting for the words as her cue Sally stood and straddled the seated man, her back to the window. Reaching down, she felt his massive penis and slowly sat down on it, driving it up into herself.
Alice quivered as she imagined that shaft forcing itself up into her own body and felt the urge to run in and join them! As Sally slowly raised and lowered herself on the massive rod, the younger man moved to her shoulder and reaching down caught a breast and pulled and toyed with the nipple. They were in a sort of profile now. Alice could see the large shaft buried to the hilt in Sally's lean groin. She saw the flesh roll and twist as the organ pushed up into the woman. Alice felt the desire to lift her dress and touch herself but was afraid that she would fall from the fence. Instead, she pressed herself against the fence harder and tried to ease the twitching fire against the rough boards. The young man moved closer and rubbed his long penis against Sally's face as she pumped up and down on the other man. After a few seconds of this she opened her mouth and allowed the organ to slip in. Alice's own mouth ovaled as she watched. She saw wetness on the shaft as it eased in and out of the woman's mouth. She saw a trickle of moisture running down Sally's cheek.
The big man shifted his position until he was laying on his back. Sally had to let the young man's organ slip out of her mouth in order to stay with him. He lay on his back, she crouched over him, raising and lowering her buttocks. She was loving it!
Alice could see the naked pleasure in her face. She felt an envy for the other's complete and open enjoyment of sex. She felt the wetness seeping through her panties and down the insides of her thighs. Then Sally spoke and what she said shocked Alice. It was almost as if she was in a living dream.
"Frank, your prick is still wet. Please put it in." The young man grinned at her.
"Put it where, Sal? Al seems to fill you up pretty good. I don't think there's any room in there for me." She only shook her head and panted.
"Oh God, Frank, don't play games. You know where!" The other man only shook his head.
"Nope, I don't know where, Sally honey. You'll have to tell me where you want it." Sally almost screamed in her frustration.
"Oh you bastard! ... Please. Oh all right! Shove it up my ass. Fuck my ass please Frank!"
Alice was staring so hard that her eyes were watering. She sucked in her breath as Frank got up behind Sally. Spreading her slender buttocks, he nudged up close. Sally's hips twitched and rolled as if she was trying to entice him to enter her. Suddenly, he gripped her hips and shoved up into her. Alice could almost feel the pressure of his penis as it jammed up into the woman's tender anus. She almost screamed with Sally as the pain of the sudden unnatural penetration threatened to split her. "AIIIIEEEE ... Frank, please go slow. Please, it's tearing me up ll!"
But Frank only grinned and began to saw away at her. Alice sensed that even if it was painful Sally didn't actually want him to stop. She sensed that it was sort of a game, a ritual. Instead of trying to get away from the double intrusion, Sally hunched over the big man and began to rotate her hips, helping both of their cocks to worm deeper inside her.
Alice was almost in a frenzy now. Whoever said that women don't get turned on by watching sex is a madman or a monk! she thought. She was hanging on to the fence, trying to press her inflamed groin against the wood, trying to gain some relief from the itching heat between her legs. She was aware that Jack was watching her out of the corner of his eye, but she didn't care if he did see her doing this! The boy slid down from the fence and moved to her. She was aware of his nearness, but continued to watch as the two men battered Sally into a whimpering mass of wet, quivering flesh. Sally stiffened her body and made groaning sounds and Alice knew she was climaxing. She could hear the wet sounds under the sighs and moans.
She felt hands on her own buttocks and then her skirt was being lifted from the rear. Jack slid a hand up against her sex from the rear and she spread her feet a little to allow him more room. His fingers toyed with the folds of her sex. She could feel his body heat through her thin, filmy panties. The touch was maddening. She wanted more but was afraid to say a word for fear that the people inside would hear her. Jack knew what she wanted and hooked his finger under the crotch band of her panties and began to finger her in earnest. Alice gave herself up to his wonderful finger and watched the three in the room. Sally was limp, her body jerking like a puppet as each man in turn pumped into her. The big man, Al, came first. He grunted and sighed as he shot up into Sally. Then the young man came and Alice could see the white fluid seeping out around his pulsing rod as he plunged it deeper into the woman's anus. Finally, all action came to a halt in the house as the three relaxed.
Alice was trembling as Jack sawed his fingers in and out of her streaming wet vagina. Slowly, so as not to tear his fingers away, she lowered herself until she was standing on the ground, leaning against the fence. Jack worked her faster and she knew her own climax was near. He leaned closer to her and whispered in her ear.
"Mrs. Murray, you look groovy in the moonlight with your dress hung up like that." Alice knew she must look like a drunken whore as she allowed the boy to masturbate her like this. When her climax came, she had to bite her lips to keep from yelling out loud. Her legs became so limp that she almost fell. She would have if the fence hadn't held her up. When it was over, she turned and sat on the lower runner of the fence and held her head. The boy whispered again. "We better get out of here before they hear us." Slowly she got up and quietly followed him up the hillside.
They came to the little circle of bushes. Even in the moonlight Alice knew it was the place where she had found Teresa. Jack went over to the nearest bushes and pulled out the old blanket and spread it out and they sat down together. Alice was a bundle of questions.
"How long have you known about Sally Harris? Has this been going on a long time? Are those the only two men she sees?" The barrage of questions had to make him laugh. Jack held up both hands in a surrendering motion.
"It's been a long time, ever since I've been coming here. That's almost a year. I never see any other men but I guess they are enough for her, they always give her hell!"
Alice lay on her back. The calm sleepy feeling of her recent climax soothed her, making her drowsy. She stared at the stars and thought about Sally. She could still see the three sweating, naked bodies in their unnatural copulation. She knew she should be repulsed, but even so she felt a deep thrill thinking about the double penetration. She was drawn to the anal penetration like a moth to a flame. She knew it was horrible. It was wrong. But her own anus twitched as she thought of it. She wanted to talk about it and reached out to touch Jack's arm, not sure of how she could bring up the subject, but her hand fell instead on his trouser front and she felt his big penis straining against the fabric. Alice felt a strange sort of guilt-she knew she was going to have to stop this relationship with the boy but she also remembered that she had allowed him to bring her relief and had done nothing for him in return. The idea of asking him to mount her from the rear occurred to her, but she was instantly terrified and knew she could never ask him for such a thing. He took the action out of her hands again. He undid his trousers and pulled his stiff penis out. She could see the head glisten in the moonlight, a white stalk with the darker head staring blindly at the moon. She was ashamed when she felt her mouth water at the sight of it. He spoke as if he could read her mind.
"You were doing something for me when we had to leave this noon. Do you want to finish that?" Quickly Alice got to her knees and edged over closer to the boy. Reaching out she took the penis in her hand and gently pumped it up and down.
"Do you want me to finish?" she asked in a husky voice. All afternoon she had thought about sucking the boys off, the feel of hot semen squirting into her mouth, the feel of the hard flesh rubbing her lips had never really left her mind! She was mortally ashamed but knew that she wanted to suck the boy again, to learn how to do the act well.
"Wow!" was all Jack had to say. He lay back with his arms under his head and looked up at her, a contented smirk on his face. Slowly she bent forward and let the tip brush across her lips.
Jack reached down and brushed her hair back from her face. "I like to watch," he said in a quiet but excited whisper.
Alice felt a deep thrill at the thought of being watched as she did this. The moon came out from behind the clouds and she raised her head a little and smiled at him. Then, licking her lips, she opened her mouth and slowly sucked in as much of the white stalk as she could. In a few minutes she was bobbing her head, sucking, licking, rolling the shaft in her mouth. As she sucked, her fingers explored his hanging testicles. She felt a deep satisfaction as she sucked. She knew he could see her bending over him, like she was praying. It touched a deep nerve to know she was being watched as she performed this base act! All her life she had wanted something like this and had fought it until Jack and his silly camera took her will from her. She felt the twitch and knew that she would be swallowing in just a few seconds; and when it came she was afraid that she not only didn't mind his coming in her mouth, but that it satisfied some bitchy quirk in her. He was in charge. He was forcing her to do this. All that seemed to make it a good thing, as long as she didn't have to decide, she loved it! As she worked her tongue up and down his pulsing rod, she knew that she had always feared and yet wanted to be raped, to be violated in the real meaning of the word. She knew that she couldn't break this off, that he was stronger than she and knew that she liked that.
Finally, when she had sucked the last drop, she rolled over and lay beside him, her mind a complete blank. She felt satisfied, full, almost as if she had just had a nice dinner.
They lay quietly for a while, then he stirred and placed a hand on her breast and slowly rolled it under his palm. She didn't move, just relaxed and let him lead the way. After touching her breast for a few minutes, he leaned over and kissed her. Alice felt a true thrill. She opened her mouth and sucked his tongue. She felt warmth for the boy. He had trapped her, had forced her into vile acts, had enticed her, but she still felt affection for him. She was surprised to note that she almost felt grateful. She put her arms around him and they kissed hard. He pressed up against her and she felt his damp penis swell and grow against her bare thigh. She was impressed. Jim could never get hard again this soon. The feel of his flesh growing and pushing along her flesh ignited the fire in her and she wanted him!
"Please," he pleaded gently, "I want to feel your breasts again." With her free hand she unbuttoned her blouse. Rolling against him for a second, she undid the clasp of her bra. He released her and she sat up pulling her blouse and bra off. He lay there looking up at her full breasts as they dangled above his face. She wished that they were fuller, that they didn't sag quite so much, but he seemed to like them and that pleased her.
"Lean closer," he whispered and she bent her elbow and pressed a nipple to his lips. He sucked the nipple and the thrill shot through her breast and straight to her groin. They played like that for a while. She held her breast for him and fed it to him, like a baby, then an impulse struck her and she pulled back a little, shifted positions, and pressed her bared breast down against his stiffening organ. Slowly, she rubbed her breast against his penis and felt it go completely hard. Jack pulled her skirt up to her waist and squeezed her wet, fleshy sex together. She could feel her wetness oozing out and over his fingers, wetting her panties again. Suddenly Jack took charge again! He pushed her flat on her back, then pulled his own trousers off and before she could ask what he wanted, he straddled her. But instead of joining with her, he hunched up her body until his periis lay between her breasts. Catching her hands, he pressed them against the sides of her breasts and forced them up. He made a tight channel for his pulsing organ. Then he began to move his hips back and forth and she understood.
She lay under him, cupping her breasts, folding them over his moving shaft, making it tight for him. He had reached back and was slowly fingering her. She raised her hips as much as she could and spread her thighs, holding them open for him. The feel of his sex sliding up her chest excited her. She could see the red, wet head as it pushed up. His finger in her vagina taunted and aroused her. It made her mind think of wild, animalistic things. She was in a real state of excitement and knew that soon he would come there and she wondered if the spurting cum would hit her face. Secretly she hoped it would, enforcing the rape fantasy. She just wished that Teresa could be here to see the awful things that Jack was doing to her. Just as she was thinking this, he came! She saw the head swell and the split open and the white fluid shot out at her. It hit her eyebrow, her cheeks, her lower lip and splattered over her breasts and heck. As he was filling her body with his cum, his finger continued to bore into her and she joined him in their gasping, moaning pleasure!
When she was more calm, Jack slid closer to her and she knew what he wanted. Obediently, she opened her mouth and sucked his wilting penis clean. Later she cleaned them both with her towel and they dressed. Jack hid the blanket again and they walked down the hillside. With each step her wild feelings cooled and she could see what had been done during the evening in a clearer light. With each step she took, she became more and more aware that if she couldn't break off this association she would soon be a wild animal-a hungry slobbering beast!!
What urill I do? I'm afraid that I'm going insane. Oh dear God, help me!! she thought frantically as she stumbled along with him. They stopped at her back gate. Jack had been thinking too. He mumbled and hung his head.
"Look, Mrs. Murray ... I'm sorry ... you've been great and I just wanted ... What I started with the camera ... I mean, I won't send anybody the pictures ... In fact I ... Well, I tore them up or I'd give them all to you, right now...." He was tense, as if he expected her to attack him. She did consider it for a moment but the relief was so total that she couldn't really get angry, not even at him. She couldn't say a word. She just stared at him. "Well, I guess that's all I wanted to tell you ... I wasn't going to tell you but I guess I kinda like you and don't want to trick you anymore." She continued to stare at him, incapable of speaking. "Well? Will I get to see you again? I mean I want to but I guess I'd understand if you said no."
Alice swallowed and slowly said, "Jack, I am a full grown woman, an adult Jack! What we have done is a crime.-I can't see you anymore. I suppose you know that I have ... enjoyed what we have done together but I simply can't risk seeing you anymore. I really have to ask you to leave me alone and never bother me again! Do you understand?"
The boy nodded sadly and without a word, he turned and walked away into the darkness. She stood by the gate and watched him go. Instead of being happy she felt a marked sense of loss.
CHAPTER FOUR
She stayed by the gate watching him until he was swallowed by the night. Shaking off her feeling, she almost ran to her house.
Once inside the house she felt virtuous and pure; she had survived the terrible temptation and the lust. She felt as if a heavy weight had fallen off her shoulders. She hurried to the shower and bathed. She stood under the shower, scrubbing herself raw, feeling as if she could scrub off the experiences of the past few days. After the shower she was exhausted and went to bed early.
"Let Jim take care of his own needs tonight!" she muttered to herself as she drifted off into a troubled sleep.
The next morning Alice tried to go about her business as usual but it was difficult. At first she tried to think of excuses to walk along the hillside behind the house. There may be some wild flowers, her mind said to her, evading the real reason. Each time, each excuse was examined and then discarded. Finally her mind went directly to the shack on the hill. She tried not to think of the boys but every time her mind would relax she would find herself thinking of them, and the inner flesh of her thighs would grow warm. Angrily she tried to shake her thoughts. The terrible fear of the pictures was gone. She could go back to being herself now!
Alice was sitting by the front window as she saw Jerry walking slowly down the sidewalk. He had a ball and was throwing it up and catching it as he walked down the sunlit street. Instead of just seeing a boy walking on a summer morning, Alice was shocked with herself because she saw a naked young man with whom she had had sex. She remembered his strong young body, his panting enjoyment as he lay on her body. She even recalled the taste of his organ when he had taken his turn at her mouth.
She began to tremble for she knew that despite all her pride and virtues she was tempted to call the boy in and entice him into her bed. She could feel him between her legs again and knew that she wanted him. Trying to force herself back to reality, Alice reasoned that her sessions with the children had awakened an appetite in her-a need that she had never been aware of before. Now that she knew that it was there she could fight it. If she ignored it, forced it out of her mind, she would be able to make it go away. Despite her thoughts, she was much happier when the boy was out of sight.
The morning passed slowly. Alice felt uneasy and restless. The house was clean. All her work was finished. She was sitting on the sofa trying not to think at all when the phone began to ring. For a second she had a bad feeling and almost decided not to answer it but she brushed the feeling aside and hurried to answer. She would be glad to have someone to talk to. Talk would help get the images out of her mind.
"Hello," she said cheerfully.
"Alice? This is Mary Jones." The woman's voice rang in her ear. "You know ... Teresa's mother." Cold fear gripped Alice. She had the visions of outraged parents, police, newspaper stories, arrest. Her mouth was dry, her mind in a whirl. She couldn't answer. She almost hung up and ran from the house. The other woman didn't notice the pause but went on. "Look, Alice, I have a big favor to ask you. We have to be out of town for the next few days. We are due back on Monday but we have a problem. This is a business trip and Teresa can't come with us. She told me that you and she have had some nice talks and went walking together on the hill and she thought that it would be nice if she could stay with you this weekend. Do you mind? I know that it's a strange request since we aren't that close, but Teresa seemed sure that you wouldn't mind." Alice sat still as death. The phone in her hand weighed a thousand pounds! She didn't trust herself to talk.
Oh my God! She doesn't know. It's all right!! That little minx Teresa set this up, just to get in with me. She doesn't know that I've slept with them ... but if I say no it will make her mother curious. Before she was really aware of what she was going to say, she heard herself, "Why no, Mary, I'd love to have her come! She's a very sweet little girl. It would be a nice idea."
The details were discussed and agreed upon. Alice put down the phone slowly. She sat stunned. Mary was getting Teresa's things together and she was driving her over in a few minutes. Alice went to the guest room and tidied up a little. Her thoughts were in a whirl. This would give her time to explain to Teresa what a big mistake all this had been and time to try and get the relationship back to an adult-child plane. But as she reassured herself, she sensed little quick flashes of other plans forming deep in her mind, in that deep corner of the mind that hides. Images of the little naked girl with her legs spread popped into the woman's mind, but she wasn't remembering the past. She could see the child on this very bed-naked and smiling. This hadn't happened yet, but it was what her subconscious mind wanted for the future! Trembling, she tried to force the lewd ideas out of her head and calm herself. She heard a car in the drive and hurried out to help bring the girl and her little bag in the house. Mary was very friendly and happy that she had solved her problem. She chatted to Alice but Alice was uneasy. She found it hard to look the other woman in the eye. What would she say if she knew all about those walks on the hillside? She'd kill me!
"I'm so grateful. It was this-or Teresa was going to have to stay with her grandmother and she hates that. Thanks so much!" Almost like a whirlwind, the other woman helped Alice settle the child in the room and then she was gone. The door slammed and the car was going down the street. Teresa laughed and ran up to Alice. Before she could stop her, Teresa hugged Alice and pressed her face up against the woman's breasts, nuzzling them.
"This is great!" She giggled. "Isn't it a groovy deal. A whole four days! We can do a lot. Do you think you can teach me some new games in four days?" She was teasing. Alice was fumbling for words, trying to explain the new situation to the child, but Teresa was quicker than she. Her hands reached up and felt the woman's breasts, squeezing them through the blouse and bra fabric. Her firm little body wiggled up closer. Her flat little chest pressed between Alice's thighs, up against the moist mound. Alice intended to reach down and gently push the child away, but when her hand reached the girl's shoulders, she pressed her closer!
No ... okay God, no! Her mind screamed at her, but she didn't pay any attention to her inner voice. She ripped open her blouse and unhooked the bra and pulled it up. She caught a breast in one hand and forced it up to Teresa's eager mouth. "Suck the nipple, Teresa. Please, suck the nice, hard button!"
The girl wiggled and hugged back as she sucked the older woman's breast. Alice glanced up and saw their reflection in the mirror on the dressing table. Seeing herself like this made her mind whirl. The two of them clinched together, her milk-white breast contrasting against the girl's summer-tan face. The girl's naturally red lips pursed around her nipple. Alice's body shuddered and quaked as the child went on sucking and rolling the nipple in her mouth.
Alice had lost all reason again. She ran her hand down between them and over the girl's belly and was rewarded by a prompt pelvic bump as the child responded to the feather-light touch. Alice pulled back and looked down. She could see the tip of her breast. The nipple and the flesh around it was wet with saliva. She shivered and pressed the child down on the bed while silently they both undressed, then turned to face each other. Alice was panting. The girl was flushed. Alice knew that deep inside she had remembered their interrupted session on the hillside and now she wanted it to play through to the end. Teresa was staring at her, her eyes shining. Then she got an impish gleam in her eye and slowly lay back on the bed and spread her little thighs. Instantly Alice remembered seeing the same pose in her mind earlier and it frightened her to think about it. The child's pink and red little split winked at Alice. The girl hooked her forefingers in the lips and spread them.
"Oh please, Mrs. Murray, it still hurts. Please make it all good for me!" She was trying to imitate the crying sound she had made on the blanket when they first met. Trembling, Alice bent forward and covered the little split with her mouth. Pushing her fingers aside, she began to suck the whole area. Her tongue darted between the lips and bathed the little clitoris. As she sucked it, she felt it swell and grow hard.
So young, but so hot! she thought. Alice was surprised that the little girl had such a sexual capacity. She was certain that she couldn't have had a sexual response when she was eleven years old, but then she also admitted that no one had tried" to arouse her to it. Then she cursed them for not having tried.
Alice let her free hands roam up and down the child's hairless thighs. Over her round little belly, one hand toyed with the tiny bumps on her chest. Tweeking the little unformed nipples, she enjoyed the softness and the satin smooth texture of the girl's flesh. Soon Teresa was squealing and twisting and making little cries deep in her throat. Alice began to suck and lick with a firm rhythm. Almost instantly, the child responded and climaxed, filling the room with her soft cries.
When the child relaxed, Alice sat up and tried to think. Her own sexual needs-that dreadful appetite was back. She hadn't been able to ignore it. It had never gone. She knew she needed it. She wanted to feel Teresa's little mouth bathe her own mature labia. The rational part of her mind was clamoring for her to explain, now that there was still time to back off, to let the issue drop before she went any further. Teresa broke the mental stalemate again as she bounced up and ran to the bathroom to find a towel. She stood in front of Alice and wiped the saliva from between her legs and then moved up until she was standing in-between her thighs. She reached down and caught a breast and slowly pulled. She bent a little at the knees and pressed it between her legs, the nipple forced between the reddened little lips.
"I saw this in one of Jack's books," she said. "Does it make your titty feel good?"
The childish question almost made Alice laugh but in fact it did make her titty feel good--GREAT in fact! Teresa gently pushed Alice back until she lay on the bed, her legs dangling over the side. Teresa knelt between them and parted the hairy lips. Alice looked down and saw the child dip her face down and felt her hot little tongue race up and down the opening. Alice couldn't resist the invitation and reaching down, she pressed on the child's head pushing her tongue deeper into her cunt. As the taunting touch of the tongue raced through her, she raised her thighs a little and began to thrust her pelvis up to the tongue and little lips and was rewarded by feeling it hitting a wider surface. She rolled and thrust. She was almost afraid that she would smother the child, but she couldn't stop! She was running wet now as she saw the child's flushed face wet with lubrication each time she let her up for air. Her need for an orgasm was intense. That animal hunger was loose again and it must be fed! Her belly undulated and she could feel the tension between her eyes. Teresa reached up to cup a breast and toyed with it as she continued to suck. The added stimulus made Alice's senses soar and her much needed, much wanted climax came. She almost cried tears for the sheer joy of it!
When she was done she was almost faint. She lay on the bed like a rag doll. The girl wiped her with a towel and blotted her dry. At long last she sat up and Teresa climbed up on her knees as they rested and snuggled.
"Teddy told me that you sucked all of them yesterday. I wish I could have seen that. I had to go do some stupid shopping with my mother."
Alice blushed. The memory of the animal-sucking of all three boys came back and she wanted to try to explain why she had had to do that for the boys but the words wouldn't come. She really doubted if she could explain it to the child. Instead, she got up, dressed and took the girl into the kitchen and showed her how to make supper. She called Jim to explain about the visitor and asked him to bring some ice cream when he came home. Jim was puzzled that a near stranger would "dump" her child with them but offered no argument.
The afternoon passed quickly. Teresa had a long string of questions about cooking and housekeeping and Alice was relieved that sex didn't come into the conversation. About four in the afternoon, it arrived. Alice had been breading the meat when Teresa spoke.
"Mrs. Murray, how does it feel when you have a thing put in you like that-a prick I mean?"
Alice almost dropped the plate.
The child continued. "I mean ... does it feel great?-after you're used to it and all-and it doesn't hurt anymore." Alice felt herself blush and stammer but the child still wasn't done. "You know, I see the look on the faces of the women in Jack's pictures and I watched your face and heard you yell when the boys were doing it to you in the shack." The child's forthright, matter-of-fact discussion of the sex act flustered Alice.
"Well ... you see, Teresa, it feels ... well to tell you the truth it feels wonderful, once you get used to it being there ... the man's thing. Well ... you know what I mean ... Some feel better than others, I guess." There was a silence as Teresa thought about it and then she asked another bomb.
"How many have you had put in you, Mrs. Murray? Pricks I mean." Alice was still so flustered that she told the truth.
"I was a virgin until I got married. I had never tried any others until the boys the other day." Teresa seemed disappointed.
"Only four? When I get bigger I think I'll try more than that. Are you going to try some more soon?"
Just as she was about to try an answer, Alice heard Jim drive up and only had time to say, "Here comes my husband. Now remember, all this is our secret. We can't tell him about any of this." Teresa shrugged and gave a scornful grunt.
"Sure, I know that. He'd get mad if he knew you were using other guys like that. I know better than to let him know!"
Dinner went well and once they became acquainted, Alice and Jim enjoyed Teresa's company. The evening wore on. They had popcorn and ice cream, watched TV and talked. At bed time, Alice tucked Teresa in and gave her a kiss that was a little warmer than the occasion warranted.
"Goodnight, Honey."
"Goodnight, Mrs. Murray. Mrs. Murray?" she whispered, "when your husband puts it in you, do you like it better than when Jack does it to you?"
Alice didn't dare answer but shushed her with a finger to her lips and went out closing the door and turning off the light. A little later Jim yawned and got up.
"I'm really tired, honey. Had a bad day. I think I'll go to bed now." Alice wasn't tired but she knew that he liked her to come to bed with him and so she nodded.
They had been in bed for about a half an hour. Jim was asleep when Teresa came into the room. She was crying softly. Jim stirred and looked up as Alice got up quickly.
"Go back to sleep, Jim, she's just a little homesick. I'll go stay with her for a little while." He nodded and drifted back to sleep. Alice took Teresa down the hall and into the room. Once the door was closed the sobbing stopped and she heard a giggle.
"Boy, what a gas!" The girl laughed. "I bet he'll never guess why I wanted you to come in here."
In spite of herself, Alice had to smile and felt like joining in the laughter. Teresa climbed under the covers and Alice joined her.
"When I asked you which you liked better, Jack or Mr. Murray, you didn't answer me." The girl challenged in a loud whisper.
"They're about the same honey," she whispered, wishing the girl would change the subject.
"How big is Mr. Murray's prick?" The girl wouldn't give it up. Alice pretended not to hear. "How big is it?" Teresa insisted again, louder. Alice gave up and thought for a moment.
"About seven inches, I guess, Teresa. I never measured it." They both had to giggle at that. Alice felt a movement in the darkened room. It was the girl. She had her hands apart. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to figure how long seven inches would be," was the answer. Alice adjusted the child's hands to about the right distance. The girl gave a nervous giggle. "Boy, that's long! Is it longer than Jack?" Giving up, Alice had to answer.
"No, I think Jack must be about eight inches or longer. And I have to admit that his is more fun than Mr--. Murray's." Alice snuggled closer to the little girl, hoping to distract her and get her to stop talking. Looking to make certain the door was closed, she loosened the draw string at the top of her nightgown and held a breast up to Teresa's mouth. Gently the girl sucked the swelling nipple. Alice raised the girl's gown and placed her hand over the fleshy little mound. She tried to be gentle and slow. She wasn't in a hurry to bring the child to a climax. She liked the warm, close feeling of the firm little mouth on her body. Pulling her head back, Teresa substituted her hand on the breast and pulled and rolled the nipple.
"Can I ask you another question? Promise me you won't get mad?"
"What is it?" This time it was Teresa's turn to be flustered and uncertain.
"Welllll ... how ... how do you suck a prick? Does it feel bad or taste bad? How does it make you feel?"
Alice was feeling the rise of sexual excitement from the loving of her breasts. The excitement gave her a new boldness and she threw all her prudish thoughts aside.
"To be honest, Teresa, the boys are the only ones that I ever did that for." Teresa thought that over for a few seconds then as she asked her questions, she reached down and pulled up the woman's gown. She brought it to her waist as her little fingers toyed with the moist hairy flesh.
"You mean Mr. Murray never wanted you to do that for him?" she seemed puzzled.
"Well, honey, on our honeymoon I guess he hinted at that, but I was so shy that I would never have done it, even if I had understood what he wanted. In fact, I wasn't ever going to do that for the others until Jack forced me to do it."
"Do you swallow that stuff?"
Alice could feel herself blushing, even in the dark. "Yes ... I guess I do. It doesn't taste bad ... or anything like that." Teresa was beginning to respond to her finger and pressed her fat little belly up against the woman.
"Jack told me he wanted me to do that for him the other day but I was afraid. I thought the idea was yucky. I'm still a little afraid. Would you show me how, the next time we see the guys?" The question left Alice breathless. The idea of being a teacher, showing a child how to mouth and suck a penis both excited and sickened her.
"We will see."
Instead of talking any more, they kissed, and quietly, sweetly masturbated each other. Each came to a very good climax and they lay hugging each other tightly. After a while they relaxed. Teresa got drowsy and Alice lay looking down at her. The child had rolled over on her stomach and fell asleep. Alice soothed and stroked the round little buttocks. Her finger slid between them and gently nudged the tiny anus. Teresa made soft, happy sounds in her throat...
Alice finally went back to her own bed. Once she was in bed, she thought of Jack. She could see his nice hard organ. She could almost feel him inside her. She thought of sucking him, feeling the climax spurting up into her waiting mouth. Then the image of the woman on her knees came back to her. Alice stiffened in the bed. The idea of having to take a penis up in there teased her. The idea was frightening, but she was still drawn to it. She could just imagine the pain but ... still ... She rolled over on her side facing Jim. Slowly, so as not to awaken him, she tugged her gown up a little and put her hand on her buttocks. All her life she had avoided this part of her body. Now she was enjoying the forbidden thrill of pleasure from that area. She decided to experiment a little and slipped her finger between the cheeks. The tip of it toyed with her twitching little hole, and ever so slowly, she forced the tip through the ring of muscle and wiggled it a little. There was pain, just a little, but there was also a strange, warm pleasure. It came over her and she knew! She knew that it was going to happen to her. That now that the evil hunger was back out in the open, she would let someone go up there. No matter how much it would hurt, no matter how much she tried to deny it to herself, she would submit, just like that other woman.
She pushed her finger in deeper and had to swallow a soft groan at the pleasure that the movement gave to her. She pressed even deeper and felt her muscle clamp down on her finger. The spasm made her gasp and her finger moved deeper. Just then Jim stirred and she knew that her motions were moving the bed. She felt guilty.
Then her guilt turned into a form of anger. She wouldn't be laying here tormented if he had shown her the real meaning of sex and love-if he had ever given her more than a quick stab and poke in the dark! She was too tired to go on with this mental tirade. Quietly she slipped out of the bed, washed her hands and climbed back in beside Jim. Her little adventure with Teresa had eased her body and she fell into a cool exhausted slumber.
CHAPTER FIVE
Breakfast went smoothly. Teresa behaved well, like a little girl in someone else's home. Jim was in his usual hurry and even omitted his usual peck on the cheek as he hurried out. When the morning dishes were done, Alice joined Teresa in the back yard.
"Well honey, what are we going to do today?" The child grinned and suggested what Alice had been afraid she would.
"Let's go up the hill. I'll bet Jack and Teddy are up there, or will be soon!"
Alice felt rooted to the spot. She knew that the resolve of yesterday, giving up her relationship with the boys, was a hollow one. She had come to face the hunger and knew she couldn't deny that it was there. Still, she was uncertain as to how to let Jack know. She had too much pride to just go up the hill and humble herself by telling him so. Then she had an idea. The back yard was shaded with tall bushes and trees. It was very private. She knew that someone could come in the back way and none of the neighbors could see them come or go!
"Teresa, listen. The last time I saw Jack, I told him that I wasn't going to go up to the hill anymore and that I didn't want to see him anymore. Now ... well, maybe I might. I mean I want to talk to him-alone. Could you go up the hill and find him and show him how to come in the back way? Then you can go up and play for a while."
The girl nodded and started out the gate.
"Be certain to tell him to come alone!" , The girl was off like a shot, running up the gentle slope like some wild, free spirit.
Shaking, Alice sat on the lawn chair and watched the hillside. She wasn't certain what she was going to say to the boy-even what she actually wanted to say to him. Her inner mind was hiding from her again. She knew that this was a foolish and idiotic thing, letting him come here. But the thought of seeing him soon made her body tingle. She waited. Her nerves grew tighter and she almost had given up hope when she heard a sound along the wall. The gate swung open and Jack walked in. He stopped about fifteen feet away from her. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Looking around to make certain that no neighbors could see him, she motioned him to follow her. She took him in the side door of the garage. It was shadowy and cool there.
"Teresa said you wanted to see me, Mrs. Murray. If it's about the pictures, honest, I tore them up! No one has one. I talked to all the kids and they promise never to say a word about it. Really! I mean it."
Alice smiled and nodded. "I believe you Jack. It wasn't about the pictures. It is about what I told you the other night. I told you that I didn't want to see you again. Well, that isn't exactly true, not all of it anyway." The boy smiled and started to move closer to her but she stopped him with her out-thrust hand. "Now, before anything happens, I want us to understand each other. This whole situation scares me Jack. If we were caught it would be so horrible that I think I'd kill myself. That's how dangerous it is. That's how important it is that no one ever finds out about us." The boy nodded solemnly.
"Now here is the hardest part to put into words. I'll try to explain something to you. You have forced me to do things that I have never done before, and because you forced me to do those things, made me do them, I liked doing them. But do you understand I can't do them unless you force me. I don't mean that I want you to hit me or to hurt me or anything like that but ... I want you to ... OH!, it's no use! I don't know how to explain it. I can't put it into words!" She was embarrassed and confused.
The boy thought for a moment, then he brightened. "You mean that you want to be boss about when and where we do it and I'm supposed to be the real boss on how we do it?" Alice let out a great sigh.
"Oh yes, Jack! That's exactly how I mean it." She was so pleased. It seemed that the boy was very bright and knew the score. That encouraged her. He seemed to be thinking it over. Then he made up his mind. Brushing her restraining hand aside, he put an arm around her and pulled her up to him kissing her very hard. She was thrilled. The feeling of being kissed that hard, being taken, whether she wanted it or not, was wonderful. It was just what she had been trying to put into words. She felt led, as if she was being trained.
"How did you like last night ... truthfully?" he asked in her ear.
She didn't answer, just shivered.
"You know, watching Mrs. Harris was what gave me the idea about you when we saw you with Teresa," he confided. He ran a hand over the front of her torso, fingers lingering at her breasts and belly. "And after we went up to the bushes, that was good. I like having you suck me. It feels great, makes me feel like a king or somebody like that." She heard the hint in his voice and decided to test him, to see if he actually understood the idea. She pulled away a little and stubbornly shook her head and tightened her lips. She felt a strong hand on her shoulder, feeling herself being forced forward from the waist. His hand pressed her down to meet his crotch. "Open my pants and love it a little, Mrs. Murray." His voice was firm but she hesitated. His grip on her neck grew painful and she felt the hint of fear in herself and that fear freed her.
"Go on and suck it!" he demanded. Meekly, she undid his trousers and felt the spear of flesh in her hand. Again she felt his physical insistence. His hand pressed her further and hurriedly she opened her mouth and sucked it in. He jogged his hips up to meet her mouth and only her hand at the base kept it from lodging in her throat and gagging her.
"Mmmmmm, suck it. Do you know what you are doing for me? It's called a 'blow job,' Mrs. Murray, and a woman who gives a blow job is called a 'cock-sucker.' Now tell me what you are."
Meekly, loving his show of domination, she answered, "I'm a cock-sucker, Jack. I love sucking your penis. I love to give you a blow job. Please, put it back in my mouth. Make me suck it!"
He laughed delightedly and wagged it back and forth in her mouth, shaking her head like a tassel attached to the end of his big organ. Suddenly he pulled her upright and spoke to her.
"Stop. You'll make me come like that. I don't want to come yet. Is there somewhere that we can go. I don't want to wait or to go all the way up to the shack."
Alice was excited now. Her panties were wet. She wanted to have him and as she looked out the door, seeing nothing about, she led him into the house and into the guest room. "This is where Teresa is staying for a few days. She won't mind if we use her bed," she said huskily. She stood close to him. He put both hands on her breasts and pulled them. Alice was afraid her bra was going to rip and made a mental note to stop wearing it, especially when she thought she might see
Jack.
"Undress me, Mrs. Murray. Show me you want me," he said quietly. She was so ready that she almost jumped at him. Off the shirt came. The belt was undone. His trousers and underwear fell to his feet and he kicked them free. He bent over to untie his shoes and took them off with the socks. Then he stood before her nude. She stared at his strong young body-at his hard shaft.
"You have a lovely penis," she breathed. She could see traces of her lipstick on the shaft and under the tip. Knowing that it had just been in her mouth excited her and she was tempted to start sucking him again.
"Naw, don't call it a 'peenus', " he insisted. "It's a prick, or a cock. The other way sounds like some cruddy health-lecture."
Alice had always thought of it as a penis. The other words were always held as profane, wicked, the words that nasty little boys wrote on walls.
It almost choked her the first time, but she said it. " 'Cock.' Please let me undress and put your big, hard, wet cock up inside me!" She saw his organ jerk and knew that he liked her to beg him like that. He sat on the bed and looked up at her.
"Go on. Strip off your clothes and let me see you in this good light." Alice smiled at him and slowly unzipped the dress down the front and stepped out of it. She unhooked her bra and threw it to one side, then kicked off her sandals and, catching the panties by her sides, she slid them down. Bending gracefully she stepped out of them. She stood before him, allowing him to see all of her that he wanted. Alice had always hated to be seen nude. She never paraded around the gym locker room in school like the other girls had. She had always turned off the light with Jim. She never went around naked like Jim said other women did. Now she was happy to be looked at. She could see his penis (cock she corrected herself mentally) getting even harder, and she felt a positive hunger to have it enter her.
Jim lay back and said, "Climb up here and ride the nice horsy."
She recalled seeing that position in one or two of the pictures in his book and climbed astride his body. Catching his organ in her hand, she held it steady as she lowered herself onto it. As she pressed it into her eager opening, a memory came to her.
"This is what Sally Harris did to the big man last night!" she said to him and smiled.
She went slowly and felt the big head force her lips apart and edge up her wet, hot tube. She could feel her flesh stretch and slither inside as this large intruder entered her. At last it was all the way in!
Jack put his hands on her hips and started moving them up and down and side to side until she got the movement and she crouched there. Her hunger was being fed. Her mind was a blank as she raised and lowered herself over his pole. Her head hung down, hair fell over her face. From that position she could see him enter and pull out of her sex. His wet penis glistened in the sunlight that filtered through the drapes. The shining flesh excited her.
He kept his hand on her buttocks and she felt him squeeze and toy with the flesh. The woman on her knees flashed into her mind and that excited her too.
It was almost as if she had told him of her fantasy because he cupped her fleshy buttocks and a finger slid between the cheeks and started nudging her anus! She felt herself pucker and when he pressed harder she felt an almost hysterical fear of what was coming next. His finger pressed harder against her and she felt it pop into her. That same deep pleasure warmed her and added to the enjoyment of his penis as it filled her, feeding her hunger.
As she rocked forward she could brush his face with her breasts and he lifted his chin and caught one as it passed. He sucked the nipple hard. It forced her to shorten her stroke but she found that by wiggling herself sideways as she pumped she could double the feel of him in her. She glanced up and saw that she could see the both of them on the bed. The mirror on the dresser was angled perfectly. She could hardly believe that the woman was herself. She couldn't see her face clearly. It was like watching a dark Sally Harris. The sight of his hand buried in her behind excited her as the fear-pleasure thought flooded her and before she was aware of what was happening, she climaxed. Her excited twistings and rollings excited him and caught him up with her. Pulling his finger away from her, he grabbed her hips and pressed her down on him. Going deeper he squirted his warm fluid deep in her.
The feel of that deep spurting sensation made her think of pregnancy for a second. She blessed the pill silently and continued to writhe for him, making his climax better, thrilling her deeply.
At last they were finished. She felt him start to wilt in her and she slowly pulled away. Cupping her hand over her streaming sex, she trotted to the bathroom, wiped herself clean and brought him a wet cloth and towel to clean up with. He ignored the towel and she washed him instead. She washed him slowly, enjoying the feel of his now limp organ between her fingers.
It gave her a feeling of power-a reminder and an assurance that she was a woman. To know that she was able to make this "cock" grow and lust after her was to know that power. All she had to do was entice it and it would swell and grow until it was the hard rampant rod that she was beginning to adore. As she dried it she couldn't resist the temptation and bent over to kiss the head. As she did, she let the tip of her tongue slip out and caress the head. As she did she heard a sound and turned. At first all she could see was the outline of another person and it frightened her until she focused and saw it was Teresa!
The girl stood in the door. Alice could see envy and interest in the girl's eyes. Jack turned, saw her and laughed.
"Come on Teresa. Come on in and join us." He patted the bed beside them and Teresa ran over and jumped up on it.
"How long have you been there, Teresa?" Alice asked. She was upset that Teresa had seen more than she should have but then recalled that the child had watched all three boys on her, had. seen her climax. There didn't seem to be anything left for her to see that she shouldn't, or wouldn't see very soon. Regardless of everything Alice wasn't quite prepared for what happened next.
"Hey, Teresa," Jack teased, "Don't you feel kind of silly being the only one in here with clothes on? Come on. Join the party!"
Not waiting for another invitation, the little girl got up on her knees. She pulled her sandals off. Then, catching her play dress by the hem, she pulled it over her head and threw it aside. All she had on was her tight little cotton panties. Jack reached over and patted her little groin. Then he slipped his hand down the front of them. Alice watched her panties bunch and bulge as the boy toyed with the girl's little sex. Teresa had a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Mmmmmmm. Wow. That's okay, Jack!" she whispered.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Jack demanded. "Pull those panties down and we'll play a while." She giggled and pulled them down to her knees. Then rolling on her back, she pulled them down to her feet and tossed them away. Alice's sexual instincts were beginning to revive. She stared at the little pink slit, remembering how it tasted and how Teresa wiggled it when Alice sucked and licked it. Jack reached over and caught the girl's hand and pulled it over closing the fingers around the limp shaft between his legs. "Here baby, warm me up a little and I'll get Mrs. Murray to teach you how to play that game I wanted you to learn."
Puzzled, Alice watched the plump little fingers strip his loose skin up and down the slowly reviving stalk.
"What game ? " she wondered to herself. "What game can I teach her? I won't let him screw her. He's too big. What game?? " Soon Jack was satisfied with the state of his erection. He slowed her hand motions and, reaching out, he put an arm around Alice and pulled her down to him. As the girl slowly masturbated the boy, he kissed the woman and fondled her hanging breasts. Alice felt the excitement rising and wanted to push the girl aside and take the penis again. Jack turned her head and whispered in her ear.
"Now, Mrs. Murray, let's show Teresa how a nice fat cock is sucked. Give her a lesson with that nice experienced mouth of yours."
Shocked, Alice pulled back and stared at him. She was about to refuse when he spoke aloud. "Teresa, you get up close to Mrs. Murray and watch. She's going to show you how to suck. You said you didn't know how and that you wanted to learn? Now's the perfect time and she's getting so good she will be a great teacher."
Teresa scooted closer. Alice could feel the warmth of her naked little thigh against her own.
Teresa seemed to sense that she needed some help and put a shy hand on the woman's breast. The feel of her little fingers, pulling and teasing her nipple, excited Alice and she felt a sudden lewd desire to show the girl how. The idea of letting the child watch while she put the boy's organ in her mouth, watch as she tongued and sucked it, seemed to excite her. The thought of watching those red little-girl lips around that red swollen head stirred her and she decided to do it.
Slowly she bent over and let the head touch her lips. She felt the girl change position and bend over so that she could see. She saw that the little hand still caressed her breast. Alice took a deep breath and opened her mouth into an oval. She covered her teeth with her lips and then, moving her head forward, let the entire top half of his cock spear her mouth. Jack grunted and sounded pleased. Alice sucked him and as she did she wondered if there were any lipstick still on her mouth, hoping to see smears of it on his rod when she pulled away. She heard Teresa suck in her breath as she sucked and nibbled. Then she pulled her head back and began to lick the head, running her tongue up under the knob in front.
"Now let her try it," Jack said, his voice startling Alice who had been in her own world as she mouthed him. She pulled back and moved to one side as the girl moved to the shaft. She opened her mouth, closed her eyes and touched the head with her lips. She pulled back quickly.
"Relax," Alice heard herself saying. "Don't push it in too far. It'll make you gag. Just suck the head of it for now. As you suck it let your tongue run over the head and the little slit on the top." The child was sucking too hard. Alice saw her face flush. "Easy," she said, "just a little suction. If you do it too hard it will hurt him and give you a headache."
Jack had both hands on the little girl's head moving it up and down ort his now rigid rod. Alice felt a tingle of envy. She almost felt as if the cock were hers and she wanted to push the girl away to finish the job herself. Instead, she reached down and let her fingers feel the junction of the boy's rod and the little girl's mouth. Her fingers strayed to his testicles and gently rolled them on her fingers. Then she circled the stem with her thumb and forefinger and began to slowly pump him as the child sucked.
Jack was grunting and sighing and hunching his pelvis up, thrusting his hard organ deeper into the little girl's mouth.
Alice lay beside the children. She saw pink lips pulled thin around the hard flesh. She could hear the smacking, sucking sounds. The visual and sound stimulus kept her desires at a fever pitch. She saw the little girl's plump thighs and buttocks quiver and shake as her long-haired head bobbed up and down on his penis.
"Oh my God!" Alice thought to herself. "She's only a child. Only eleven years old and in just a few days I've helped turn her into a Lesbian. A cock sucker!" A strong feeling of guilt came over her. Despite the guilt feelings that she felt, the smacking wet sounds of oral love gave her deep thrills and still felt a strong feeling of envy as the child sucked and licked the boy's organ. Jack grunted and stiffened and Alice knew that he was coming, flooding the little mouth with his seed.
"Suck harder, honey," she urged. "Suck and swallow. Don't stop now!" She heard Teresa gag and then saw her throat working.
When he was done, she lifted her head, letting the shrinking cock fall from her mouth to his thigh.
"Wow, that was really weird!" Teresa seemed excited and proud. "How did I do, Jack?" He just smiled and patted her cheek.
They all lay on the bed resting. As they lay there very little was said, each of them looking at their own thoughts. Jack finally got up, dressed and headed for the door. Alice got up and went to him.
"My husband is leaving town tomorrow for a four day fishing trip. Will I see you?" He grinned at her.
"Yea, you'll see me-maybe feel me too." He reached out and gently caressed her breasts. "I like being a boss. It feels good!" Her knees shook a little and she wished he could stay but she knew that he needed rest instead of more games.
After he was gone, she went back to the bed. Teresa lay quietly. "Do you feel all right, Teresa?" thinking the child might be sick to her stomach.
Teresa laughed and rolled over on her belly.
"I feel GREAT! ... except...." Fearing she was right, Alice bent over the girl. "Except what, honey?"
"Except I feel so sexy and hot!" The girl giggled and reaching up she caught the woman's breasts and toyed with them. Laughing, Alice brushed the girl's hand aside and bent down. Placing her mouth on the child's chest, she sucked the entire small swelling breast into her mouth. With the applied suction she felt the tiny nipple rise and ran her tongue back and forth over it. She moved over and sucked the other bud-like swelling to attention. She felt the little fingers grope between her thighs and opened them. The fingers entered the lips of her sex and she knew she was wet and dripping down on the slender hand beneath her. She reached down and fingered the little slit. Slowly, with much sighing, kissing and mutual breast sucking, they masturbated each other. After each was satisfied, they lay together to finish a sleepy afternoon.
CHAPTER SIX
That evening Teresa went to bed early. Jim was moving around in the garage, getting his fishing equipment ready. "I wonder what he would say if he knew what went on in the garage this morning?" she thought distractedly. The memory of her submission to Jack stirred her a little, but she had enough excitement of the flesh for one day.
Later she helped Jim pack his clothing for the trip. She felt mixed emotions about his going. She wanted him to stay because she felt he was her only tie to reality, but deep inside, she wanted him gone. She wanted freedom ... freedom to submit. She knew she wanted to be raped, used, shamed. She needed it! Her emotions churned as she thought of it and it took a long time for her to drift off to a troubled and restless sleep.
The next morning Jim ate and hurried out. Alice went with him to the car and kissed him goodbye and then hurried in to escape the morning chill. Sitting on the couch, she heard the motor fade down the street. She felt so alone, so uncertain. She sat quietly for a few minutes thinking of the events of the past week. So many firsts in so short a time. Her first adultery; first Lesbian contact; first submission to sex with children ; first oral sex, even her first window peeking. Oh God, she thought, anymore firsts and I'll die of shame! Despite the shame she felt she should feel, she felt a surge of excitement as she ran through her private catalogue of debauchery. Shaking her head, she got up and hurried down the hall to the guest room and went in. Teresa was sleeping soundly. The covers were tossed aside and Alice saw the child's nightdress had rolled up to her plump little belly. Alice stood beside the bed and stared at the half-naked child. Her fat little cunt gaped open slightly. Alice tried to imagine a full grown penis entering those little lips, swelling and parting them, ripping the tender flesh slowly as the hard shaft forced up into her. It would be painful, Alice knew that, yet she wanted to see it done! To hear and see the violation of the child. Seeing her lose her virginity in her mind excited the perverse side of her!
Alice dropped to her knees beside the bed and bending forward, began to gently lick and kiss the tight little sex. Teresa slept on but the titration of her tender parts brought sleepy sighs of pleasure from her mouth. Slowly she shrugged off sleep. Alice felt the muscles tense slightly and knew that she was awake now and was aware of what she was doing to her. Alice increased her tongue action, jabbing deep into the tender opening. She felt a hand on her head, hands that pressed down. An invitation to continue, the hands demanded that she continue.
Just as the child was approaching her climax, Alice heard a tapping at the back door. Startled, she pulled her mouth away and jumped up. Teresa cried out in frustration and anger at being denied. Alice was not listening to the girl. She was afraid someone might look in or come in if she didn't answer. She hurried out of the room and to the door. Peeking out she saw Jack! She opened the door, and looking around to make certain that no one was around, she pulled him inside. Before she could say a word he spoke.
"I saw your husband pull out and thought you might be lonesome already." He hugged her close and kissed her. His hands fell to her hips and he cupped her buttocks and tipped her pelvis up to grind against his erect penis.
She wanted to fall down right there in the kitchen and let the boy have her on the floor. Then she remembered Teresa. She pulled loose from him and, tugging his hand, led him to the guest room and Teresa.
The girl lay with her little legs spread, her tiny sex still wet from the interrupted tongue bath. Standing by Jack, she could see his cock grow even harder as he stared at the naked girl. Her own vile thoughts about seeing the girl lose iier virginity came back to her. She tried to resist the thought but heard herself whisper to Jack.
"You want her, don't you? You want to jam this nasty big cock up that little cunt, don't you, Jack?"
He grinned and nodded his head but never took his eyes off the girl. "All right, take your clothes off and lay down with her!"
She hurried to the bed and sat on the edge and stroked the girl's body.
"Honey, you wanted to know what it's like to have a prick up inside you ? Now is the time! Let Jack do it for you, dear. I'll be with you, I'll make sure it won't hurt you too much. Now is your chance, honey. Is it all right?" As she spoke she inserted a finger and gently rotated it.
Teresa gave her a trembling smile but her eyes stuck to Jack and his erect shaft. Alice knew that feeling of fascination and fear and she stopped talking but kept stirring her finger in the girl. "We'll take it slow, honey. It will be great. Is it okay, Teresa? Will you let him give it to you?" The girl shuddered and nodded. "Good. Now kiss him, honey. Suck him a little. It will be good to you-so you be good to it."
Jack sat on the bed and Alice watched as Teresa rolled over and placed her eager little lips close to the dark red pulpy head. She hurried to the bathroom and took down a jar of Vaseline. She saw herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes shone. In spite of her excitement, she didn't like to see herself. I've gone mad! I'm insane, she thought to herself, but then the image of Jack on little Teresa, his man-size rod buried in her, blotted out everything. She almost ran back to the bed.
Jack and Teresa were twined around each other. She was sucking him now and he was fingering her. Both of them were excited as Alice pried them apart. She lay Teresa on her back and put a pillow under the child's behind. Jack was on his knees between her thighs. Alice smeared Vaseline on Teresa and then turned to Jack.
The familiar erection faced her and before she coated it with the ointment, she lovingly sucked and licked it herself. Once they were both lubricated, she guided the head to the pink little opening. Still holding the slippery rod, she rubbed the head up and down on the child's exposed flesh. Soon Teresa sighed and wiggled her bottom. As she did, Alice saw moisture and knew the girl was responding.
"Now, go slowly," she whispered urgently and placed the coated head of the shaft at the wet little opening. Slowly the head disappeared in the flesh. He was in at least two inches!
With her hand Alice stopped his pressing and motioned for him to make short strokes. Teresa bit her lips but pressed her own hips forward answering the strokes. She was trying to get more of the shaft in her regardless of the pain!
The little lips were wet now and Alice knew it was time to go deeper. "All right, Jack," she whispered. "Now press slowly, but don't stop!"
He did and Teresa groaned.
Alice turned to her quickly. "Teresa, he's going to go up in you. It will hurt some but just for a few seconds, honey. Just don't be afraid." Jack leaned forward and began pressing. Alice watched the hairless lips swell and bulge as they accepted the bulk of his shaft between them. Teresa started to groan again and, afraid that she might scream, Alice bent over and kissed her. She forced her tongue in the child's mouth, muffling her cries of protest. She felt Teresa shudder and knew that the maidenhead was torn and that he was up inside of her!
Alice pulled away from Teresa and allowed Jack total freedom with the child. He hunched and pressed, forcing the full length of his swollen penis into the tight channel. Teresa spread her legs wider and now she was pressed up against him, begging for more. Alice moved back until she could see his hard shaft buried in the wet opening. She saw flecks of blood on his penis and wanted to bend down and lick them.
Ohhhh, they're fucking! she thought. This big boy and this little girl are fucking and I helped them start it! Just then Teresa started sighing and wiggling and Alice felt a stab of envy as she knew the child was coming. On her first try, she thought with envy. Jack grunted and began a frantic hard pressing and Alice could imagine the spurting cum filling the sore little channel.
At last they were quiet. When they were finished Alice took Teresa to the bathroom and washed her and smeared some ointment on her torn flesh. The child was in a daze and she could see that she was totally exhausted.
Alice picked Teresa up and carried her to her own room and put her to bed. Alice kissed her gently, feeling a combination of envy and shame.
She envied the child her experience, but knew that she never should have played the part in it that she had.
On her way back, Alice took the towel in to Jack and wiped him clean. Then, with a sense of foreboding, she lay beside him.
For a long time no word was spoken. She stared at the naked boy laying with her. I was wrong. He's no virgin. I wasn't his first woman. I wonder ivho started him, who aroused this hunger in this boy? Her thoughts went on as she stared at his limp cock laying flacid on his thigh.
"Well?" she teased. "How was it?"
He only smiled and looked at her. She felt herself blush. He reached out and traced her breasts through her robe. Eagerly responding to his touch, she clutched his limp prick and rolled it between her fingers. She felt a powerful desire to have it in her now and she tugged and squeezed it. Jack laughed and responded.
"If you want it too, you'll have to work for it." He put his hand to her face and rudely pushed a finger in her mouth and she knew what he expected and started to bend down to his penis. "Wait," he ordered. "Why don't you put on some lipstick before you do that. I like to see red lips when I watch it in your mouth."
She heard the order in his voice and felt a thrill. She went to her purse and brought the tube back to the bed. Standing before him, she applied it as he watched. She put it on thickly. She licked her lips and looked down at him, presenting her mouth for inspection.
"Good," he said, "now you look right. You can suck." She crouched on the bed beside him and he pulled her head down to his limp organ.
How? she asked herself as she tongued the tip. How did I get like this? It's like being a slave. If I'd seen myself like this a month ago, I'd have been sick! How could I get like this in such a short time? She licked and sucked, holding her head so that he could see as his flesh entered her oral cavity. She knew she was smearing him with lipstick and wished she could pull back and see for herself, but he was stirring and she wanted him badly, more than anything in the world!
The excitement was stirring between her own legs as she mouthed him. He grew and swelled against her tongue. He lay back, enjoying the sight of her red smeared lips clamped around his flesh. She could feel his eyes on her and allowed the suction to slip a little, letting her lips rasp against his flesh. She pulled her head back and ran her wet tongue up and down his white stalk of flesh. Down his testicles her tongue ran and darted. She kissed and sucked his balls. He groaned and hitched his hips up, pressing his hairy scrotum against her lips., His hand slid down her bowed back and gripped the full flesh of her buttocks. A finger slid in and teased the puckered flesh of her anus. A jolt of excitement and fear ran through her and she quickly plopped the head back into her mouth and started to suck hard, hoping to make him come before he led her to that thing that had haunted her.
She tried, but when his finger pushed firmly against her nether opening her belly melted and she knew she was pressing herself back against the finger. She pressed and rolled her hips against the finger without recalling that she willed herself to do so. Her hidden self was in charge now.
"Come up here" he ordered and pulled her away from his wet organ.
She didn't respond quickly enough and he pulled her so hard that she fell on the bed beside him. She faced him on the pillow. They stared at each other without blinking. His direct stare, the confidence in his eyes made her heart sink.
"I think I want to fuck you in the ass, Mrs. Murray. What do you think about that?" There was challenge in his voice. It spoke of his being in charge of her and she knew she would not be able to resist. She stared at him, her wet dripping lips hung slack. She couldn't say a word. All she could think of was that picture of the woman kneeling, that big penis lodged in that place it was never intended to be. He reached over and pulled her up close to him and put his hand over the crack in her cheeks. His fingers spread her cheeks and rotated against her anus. It sent a burning sensation up her spine. "I'm going to do that very thing, Mrs. Murray, and you want me to do it, don't you? Go on, tell me, out loud!" Her throat felt dry and raspy. She wanted to deny his taunting words, to order him out of her home. She. knew that this was the end of her line. If she let him have his way here and now, she knew that she was doomed. She could never get back to the person she was before she got caught up in this web of sex and shame. She opened her mouth to order him out but the only sound she could make was a howl of lust and submission.
"OHHHHHHHGGGG, please darling I ... " He pressed his questioning finger harder against her rubbery flesh and she felt it penetrate a little. It hurt! She knew it would hurt. But even the pain excited her, pressed her on regardless of her mind's protests.
"Hand me the Vaseline, Mrs. Murray. Put it in my hand." His demand forced her to act. This was her last chance! She watched her shaking hands as it reached up to the bookcase on the headboard and handed him the tube.
"Good. There's plenty for us. Now, Mrs. Murray, I want you to take it and lube yourself and then me. It has to be your job because when you do that you will be telling me that it's your own decision that you actually want me to fuck you there. Now take the tube!"
Her hand jerked out and caught the tube. His fingers unscrewed the top and pushed on her fingers, forcing her to press out a string of the greasy ointment. Her other finger caught the string and she stared at it. "Now put it back there. Grease the way for me, Mrs. Murray. I can't make you do it-this time it's your own decision. It has to be your way of asking me to screw you there. You have to do it yourself."
She knew that she should simply wipe her finger on a tissue from the headboard and get out of the bed but she couldn't force herself to do it. Slowly she raised her arm and bent it at the elbow. The finger with ointment bent back behind her and she slowly ran it up and down as she anointed her own quaking anus. "Worm it in good." He whispered demandingly, "Work it up in the hole-push your finger in as deep as you can." She did as she was told and felt her sharp fingernail rasp against the tender flesh. "Now tell me what you are doing," he ordered and she meekly obeyed.
"I'm rubbing Vaseline up my backside."
He grinned at her discomfort and demanded more. "No! Tell me why you are doing that."
"To make it easier for you to get up in me," came the even meeker answer.
"No, tell me why I'm going up in there. Why am I going to fuck you in the ass?" He was tormenting and insulting her, she knew that, but she couldn't refuse the answer now.
"Because ... I want you to. I want to feel your big hot cock up my anus!" She felt herself hit the bottom of her self-esteem and she shuddered.
"That's a good girl," he said. "Now I want you to put a good thick coat of that on my big hot cock so I can slip it up your virgin ass. It is virgin isn't it?"
"Yes, oh God, yes it is." She whispered and busied herself rubbing a thick covering of the ointment up and down his throbbing tool.
"Up on your knees," he demanded and she obeyed. "Bend over here and give him a nice kiss goodbye. He's going on a dangerous trip and he needs all the loving he can get."
Submissively she lowered her head and kissed the greasy tip. Her lips skidded off to one side and she was thinking that this big hard thing was now going to enter her and go up into a area that had never felt it before. She was puzzled. She felt ashamed but excited as well. She remembered how she felt just before Jim had penetrated her on their wedding night and she hadn't felt this awful feeling of anticipation, this shaking wonder, or this deep fear!
Jack knelt behind her and she could feel the hard head of his organ rub against her buttocks and settle in the crack between them. Her thighs trembled and she spread them a little, opening up her backside to that seeking rammer-the punisher.
"Relax, Mrs. Murray." She tried, but the fear, the anticipation kept her tense. She felt the greased hard tip of his sex locate her puckered anus and press.
The pain was sharp! She bit her lips but in spite of her efforts she moaned. Jack mistook her sound for pleasure and pressed harder. She felt a pop and then felt the round hard meat of him pressing up into her anal channel. At last she felt his testicles bang up against her quivering buttocks. He was in her!
"Oh, God, you feel so tight!" he sighed. Slowly he began the in and out motions. Gradually she felt the pain receding and the feel of him slipping in and out of her began to be pleasure-then a strange compelling pleasure! She fought against this passion. She had been prepared to submit, to allow him this because it soothed some need for punishment in her, but she wasn't certain she was prepared to enjoy it! She tried to ignore the growing pleasure she felt.
"Jack, oh please, please fuck me-I love it!! ! ! UGHHHHNGG Fuck my assssssss. Please!" She heard herself begging. She was confused. By all standards she should be in pain, humiliated. Instead of that, she was kneeling in front of him, his cock jammed into her "virgin ass", begging him to do unnatural things to her!
The vigor of his strokes broke her line of thought. An animal passion gripped her now. She knew she was going to climax. It couldn't happen-it wasn't physically possible! But she knew she was going to have an orgasm. Gutteral grunts and moans escaped her lips as he forced deeper into her. The unnatural intrusion felt huge! She shook her hips, rotated them, pressed her fleshy buttocks against his hairy belly. Her climax rose and she cried out and thrashed about under him. She felt like an insect on a pin. His breath was coming faster and she knew that he was going to come too.
He's going to spurt his cum up my anus, she chanted to herself. He's going to fill me where I've never been filled before! Suddenly he sighed and she felt the hot spurts coming from him. The warm gush ignited her own pleasure and she shook and groaned with him. They sighed and pressed against each other like two wild animals in the forest.
As her pleasure faded and he was finished pumping into her, she gradually became aware of herself again. Her legs ached and trembled. She was aware of the awful soreness and wanted to cry. As her passion died, shame filled the void. She was aware of the vile brute act she had allowed him to perform on her. It was if she was standing to the side and had watched the entire animalistic act. In her mind she could see herself crouching in front of the boy, her thighs spread wide, her buttocks red from the friction. Her body was shaking and quivering as he slowly pulled his soften organ from her tightly closed anus. Without a word he got up and went to the bathroom.
Alice now lay flat on her belly. "I wonder if I can go any lower?" she mused aloud. "Can there be any act more vile than this?" Even as she was trying to hate herself, she had the uneasy knowledge that she would submit to it again-right now if need be! In a second, her inner self admitted and she knew it was the truth. She buried her face in the pillow and cried.
Jack returned with a warm wash rag and a towel and cleaned her gently. When he was done he dressed and went out the door without saying a word.
Feeling tired, sore and totally used, she lay still and slept. Her sleep was tormented by dreams. She saw a large dripping cock ramming and tearing into a tiny pucker hole and felt again the shame and desire that went with that swollen wet organ. Her inner self and her outer self went to war as she slept.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was almost noon when she awoke. She woke Teresa and they made lunch. Each of them moved slowly and with care-each had lost a virginity today!
Apart from a certain uncomfortable soreness, Alice felt fine. She was almost halfway thru her lunch when she realized something. She felt sore, sleepy and hungry, but she no longer felt ashamed! It was as if she had wakened after a bad dream. She felt at peace with herself. She had gone to sleep with an overpowering sense of shame and now she felt no guilt, no anguish. Alice stopped eating. She was puzzled at the change in herself, uncertain that she could trust this new feeling of peace. She felt happy and suddenly she knew that she looked forward to some new adventure with Jack and the others. She had gone to sleep a hurt and worried girl and had awakened a woman!
She became aware that Teresa was chattering at her " . . and when it was all the way into me ... Oh wow! That really popped my cork...! I want to thank you, Mrs. Murray. It would have been hard without your being there. Just knowing that you wouldn't let him really hurt me made everything okay. Do you know what I mean?"
She knew what Teresa meant and she had to laugh. The silly girl was so solemn as she thanked her-thanked her for helping her get seduced!
"It's all right, Teresa, really. I'm glad that it helped you and I am truly glad that it made things nicer for you. Now hush and finish your lunch."
As soon as the lunch things were put away they went into the living room and sat together. Teresa had a can of soda and she was amusing herself by letting a few drops at a time drip out of the can and onto her tongue. Alice watched the child play and wondered if her experience had made any impression on her at all-if she was aware of her loss of innocence so early? Alice felt a sudden curiosity about the girl and the gang on the hill and what they did before she met them.
"Teresa honey, listen to me. I want to ask you something. How ... well I mean ... when did you ... start these games up on the hill?"
The girl stopped playing with the soda. "Oh, about a year ago. Early last summer I guess. Why?"
"I just wanted to know what kind of games you had been playing and what you thought of it all before I came into the picture. And I guess I really want to know where Jack got his experience. Someone has taught him a lot you know." That statement excited the girl.
"Yeah, I know! Last summer he was the leader and all, just cause he was the oldest, but this summer when we got going again he had really changed you know? Last summer all we did was take our clothes off and fool around. It took almost all summer before we even got up nerve enough to touch each other and jerk off, much less try any heavy stuff. This summer it was a whole new story. A few days after vacation started Teddy saw me in the playground and told me they were playing up on the hill again and that Jack had some 'neat new games.' I got to wondering and went up there one day. Boy! I wasn't there ten minutes when Jack had my clothes off and had me on the bunk! He wanted to go all the way but I was really scared! He kept on insisting. He showed me how to jack him off then he made me let him put it between my legs, on the outside you know? Well, he finished off that way and when he squirted his stuff on my legs, I was sort of scared but he was really groovy and he and the guys played with me until I came. It was the first time that I ever came! That was it, man. I've been going back every day since then and it's been a ball. But each day it's been getting more like the real thing. Then you came up there and since then it is the real thing all of a sudden." She seemed sort of sad when she said that and Alice had to laugh.
"Oh, you silly goose! It always has been the real thing, you just had to grow up into it, that's all. I have to admit that my coming sort of made you grow up a little faster than you might have otherwise, but it's all right now, isn't it?" The girl thought that over for a minute, then she got a impish grin on her face and she solemnly opened her mouth and her pink little tongue lapped out and made lewd licking motions at the woman. She laughed and then ducked from the pillow that Alice had thrown at her.
Alice followed the pillow and there was a brief tussle until she pinned the girl down on the floor. Once she had her pinned she began to tickle and toy with the helpless girl. The tickling had to stop because Teresa suddenly had to go to the bathroom. Still laughing, Alice stood by the door waiting for her. As she waited, the urge to go up on the hill came to her. By the time Teresa came out, Alice had two old but clean sheets and a clean towel ready to take with them.
"I suppose we might as well have clean sheets if we're going to keep going up to that dumb place," she told the girl. And picking up the bundle, they went out the back gate and up the hill.
It was still early in the afternoon and the sun shone brightly. The sky was clear and they could hear the birds and the grasshoppers as they walked. Alice felt as light as a feather as she tramped up the hill. Her inner voice tried to talk to her about morality and shame and tried to make her turn back but she only laughed inwardly at the voice, trying to chase it from her.
As they came near the shack they could hear laughter and shouts and soon they saw all three boys in the front. They had a ball and were throwing it back and forth clowning around. When they saw the two females the ball was forgotten. Jack stood up and stared silently at Alice. She felt the stare and felt herself blush. The boys were shy and stood back, not knowing how she should be greeted. They didn't know that she had changed her mind about them. Alice and Teresa didn't pay any attention to the boys and walked into the shack. They threw the dirty old blanket aside and covered the lumpy old mattress with the clean sheets. Then Teresa took the blanket outside to shake it. The boys stood in the doorway watching all of this. They were uncertain of what to say. Teresa was back with the blanket and they tucked it in as best as they could.
"Why don't you guys go out and fool around?" Jack said. "I want to talk to Mrs. Murray." Everyone filed out. Teresa went with them.
When they were alone, neither knew quite what to say. At last Jack got up his courage.
"I wasn't certain how you would feel about me now ... I mean after this morning. I guess I kinda went overboard ... I know that I hurt you some and I really am sorry ... Really." Alice felt the need to demonstrate to him the real gratitude that she felt towards him-to show him the joy that she felt with her liberation.
Slowly she walked to him and before he knew what she wanted, she knelt in front of him, and clasping her arms around his legs, she pressed her face against the bulge in his pants. Her chin touched the limp outline of his organ. He was startled and almost broke away before he understood what she was doing.
"You are still the boss of how we do it Jack," she said softly. And then she rubbed her face against his groin. She enjoyed the act-enjoyed feeling that she was in his power.
He was uncertain what to do. Then he decided. Bending over, he helped her gently to her feet and helped her sit on the newly made bunk.
"Are you sore or anything?" he asked shyly. It took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. Then she laughed softly and replied.
"Yes. It's going to be a few days before I can sit down without thinking of you, dear, but it was worth it-every pain was worth it. Now don't you worry about me. I can take just about anything that this big old lover can give me." Saying that, she reached out and touched the growing lump in the front of his trousers. She was uncertain that she should excite him again-the action during the morning must have been a drain on him. She might as well have worried about draining the sea! The boy was tireless. Under her teasing touch his organ grew and pressed up against her palm, stretching the cloth.
He wasn't frantic or brutal. They gently undressed each other and lay on the bunk. They lay facing each other, probing fingers touching and exploring each other's body. His gentle fingers roused the hunger in her. It ate at her, urged her to feed it, to let it loose. Inching closer to him she raised one leg and holding his pulsing shaft, inserted it. He groaned and pressed forward. It slid up inside her like an oiled piston. They lay still, enjoying the closeness of each other, letting the sensations wash over them like a warm soothing shower.
"Ohhhh." she breathed, "Ohhh. Don't move, just hold me close like this. I don't want it to stop-I want to keep you there always."
His strong young arms held her close, her breasts brushing his chest, making the nipples tingle and swell.
Almost as if each heard a silent signal, they began the gentle surging and rocking motions. He didn't move more than two inches in or out of her. The constant pressure of his organ on her clitoris almost made her delirious. For the first time in her life she knew why people made love. For the first time she felt the need of another person. She felt that closeness for the first time and knew that she had never been complete before, as if she had been a defective machine, trying to run without a vital part. She felt a great warmth for the boy who had helped her find the way, who had been her guide.
Her need grew hotter and she increased the pressure and the pace, her hips rolling and pressing. She felt herself filled and emptied, felt her body swallow his pulsing, slippery shaft. His warm breath came faster and faster in the hollow of her throat. His head pressed against hers, tremors of enjoyment running up and down her spine.
"Ah, ah ahhhh" she groaned as he slid up inside her and then retreated. "Oh Jack!" she breathed, feeling her excitement rising in her body. Her pleasure was like a silky soap bubble. She felt it rising in her chest, restricting her breathing. It grew and grew and she knew that when it burst her own orgasm would take control of her body.
At last, just before she lost her mind and screamed out loud, the velvet friction took its toll. The pleasure washed over her, not in a hysterical jolting fashion but in a wonderful, soothing, rewarding flush of exquisite pleasure!
Her own increased writhing and rolling caught Jack up in the final reward and she felt his hot offering lubricate her channel, making his moving shaft even smoother. They lay still afterwards, content to feel each other's closeness, feeling no need for words or other assurances of their mutual enjoyment.
At last they rose and dressed. She led him outside where the sun was still shining but the children were gone. They had the hillside to themselves.
They walked further up the hill and sat on a large rock that overlooked the slope. They were quiet for a while but Alice's need to know forced her to ask.
"Jack? At first I thought you were a virgin. Then I thought you just got ideas from those books of yours or from watching Sally, but I know that's wrong. You have been taught, taught by a woman Jack! I'm certain of that now ... That's true, isn't it?"
Jack jumped up quickly and for a moment she thought he was going to run. Instead he just shuffled his feet and looked uncomfortable.
"You don't have to tell me, Jack. If you're embarrassed I can understand. I just wanted to know that's all." She put out a hand to restrain him before he changed his mind and bolted.
"Aw..., I'm not embarrassed. It's ... It's just that it's kinda personal and ... Actually I guess I'd like to talk about it to someone. I never found anybody that I thought I could trust."
She smiled encouragingly, and he, looking calmer, sat down beside her again. He was turned from her so that she couldn't see his face.
"It all started late last fall. My folks had to go out of town for a couple of weeks. I couldn't go with them because I had school. So my mom called my Aunt Betty and asked her to stay with me while they were gone. Betty's my mother's younger sister. She looks just like mom but just a little younger. She's kinda funny. She never got married or anything. Well, anyway, she came over and my folks left.
"After a couple of days another lady came to the house. Betty was glad to see her I guess. Her name is Sylvia Mitchell. You know, the little blonde lady that used to work at the hotel over on Olive? They were laughing and talking and then Sylvia brought out a big bottle of whiskey and they started to make some drinks. When they had had a few, they remembered me and Aunt Betty decided that I was big enough to try a drink. I felt grown up-like a man. You know? I drank the one they made for me but I didn't really like it much. They kept on drinking and soon Betty got real sleepy and went into the other room to take a nap. I guess they were going to go out dancing later.
"Sylvia wasn't sleepy at all. 'Hey Jackie!' she said real loud, 'You know how to dance?"
" 'Sure I can dance,' I said. I could a little, but the whiskey made me feel like I could do anything. She trotted over and found some music on the radio. Then she stood in the middle of the room. She was dancing by herself. She smiled at me and wiggled her fingers at me, motioning me to come to her. I did and in a little while she showed me the step she was doing. I got the idea and we were doing pretty good at it.
" 'Hold me closer honey,' she said in a kinda funny low voice. She didn't wait for me-she just moved closer. She's a short little woman but she isn't skinny! As we kept on dancing I felt her brush up against me each time we turned. Her breast would rub along my hand when she would move her body. I'd never been that close to a woman before and I got all excited. Then she started to push up against my front and I knew she could feel how hard I was getting. That only made me get harder and I almost forgot to keep on dancing. I did lose the beat some, but she didn't seem to care.
" 'Oh my! What is that lump?' She teased after she pressed up to me real hard. I stumbled and we almost fell over. 'I think we'd better stop dancing,' she said and led me over to the couch where we sat down together. She gave me another drink and took a long pull from the one she had. She was sitting real close and a couple of times she bent over to get something and I could see down her dress. She was wearing a silky dress with a low front. She saw me looking but didn't try to move or cover up or anything. I saw her looking down at my lap and was embarrassed by the big lump in the front of my trousers.
" 'MY, you're a bigger boy than I thought!' she said and I didn't understand what she meant at first. She giggled and lay her palm on my lap. I can't explain how that made me feel. I wanted to run but at the same time I wanted to rip my pants off, right there, so that I could get that hand closer!
" 'Ohhh ... that feels so hard Jackie', she cooed at me in a kind of fake little girl voice. She was teasing me. I didn't know it then, but she was. She moved closer and held her face up to me. Her eyes were closed and I saw the little lines at the corner of her eyes and knew that she was older than she wanted people to think. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that she wanted a kiss. I'd never really kissed a girl or a woman before but I kissed her. Just as soon as our lips met, her tongue shot into my mouth. I didn't know that people did that. It felt like it had electricity in it. The first touch of it almost made me black out-it excited me that much! We kissed so long that I could hardly breathe. I wanted to pull back but she kept her arm around me tight. For such a little woman she was really strong!
Her little tongue kept worming around mine, touching and sliding along it like she wanted to tie them in a knot. Finally she let me go and fell back on the couch. She kept her face towards me, but she didn't open her eyes for a long time. She put her hand back on my lap and traced the bulge with her finger tips. I noticed that she was breathing fast, like she had been running. And then I noticed that I was breathing that way too.
" 'Honey,' she said in a husky whisper. 'Why don't you show me your room?'
"Just to show you how dumb I am; I didn't know why she wanted to see my room! I thought she wanted to calm down and was trying to change the subject. I took her down the hall to my room and we went in. Instead of looking around my room like I thought she would, she just checked to make certain the door was shut. Then she turned her back to me and lifted up her hair.
" 'Unzip me, Jacky. Hurry!' I was so surprised that I couldn't move. I just stood there and stared at her. She was a little surprised and looked back at me over her shoulder. Then she smiled a little. 'It's okay honey', she said, trying to reassure me. 'I want you to do it. I won't tell on you. Believe me.' My hands shook so bad that I almost couldn't get ahold of that little metal tab. Finally I got it and pulled it down. Her skin was real white, you know how blonde people have that real white skin? She was so smooth and little-it reminded me of Teresa kinda. The zipper only went down to her waist-and once I had it down I stepped back, not certain of what I should do next.
"She turned back to me. She v. dress up against herself with one arm and she smiled back at me. Then she sat on the edge of my bed and kicked off her shoes. 'Come closer, honey,' she ordered me softly. I walked over to her and she pulled me down with her free hand until I was kneeling in front of her as she sat. She was so little that my head was just even with hers, even as I was kneeling on the floor. 'Would you like to see my titties?' she asked me, using that little-girl voice again. My throat was so dry that I couldn't say a word. All I could do was nod my head.
"Slowly she let the loose dress fall down until it was all the way to her waist. They weren't big-not as big as yours. But they were so white! And I could see the blue veins in them and that made them look even sexier. Her little nipples were really pink and as I watched them they got hard and stood up.
" 'Do you like them?' she asked me and I nodded again, not even looking up at her. She laughed and I felt her hand on my head. The hand pressed me forward and before I knew it my face was between her breasts. Her skin was so soft and it smelled good. All I wanted to do was to stay there rubbing my cheek up against them. She put her hand under my chin and lifted my face up so that I could see her face above me. She smiled a funny little smile, lifted one breast and put the nipple up against my mouth. She didn't have to tell me what to do then! I sucked on the nipple hard and I could feel it grow and swell even harder in my mouth. She sighed and I was so close to her that I could hear her breathing. She ran her finger tips across my face and around my lips as I sucked at her nipples. She reached down and caught my other hand and showed me how to touch and hold her other breast.
"I knelt there a long time. First I'd suck one nipple then she would move my head until I got the other one. It felt like we did that for a hour or more but I know it wasn't really a long time. As we went on she got more and more restless. She would wiggle and shift her position as I sucked on her. Finally she pulled my head back.
'"Take your clothes off, Jacky. Hurry. Then help me.' I jumped up and almost tore my shirt off and was naked in record time. While I had done that, she had her dress and stockings off and all she had on was a little pair of panties. They were full of holes and looked like lace. I almost ran over to her and then she helped me take them off by lifting her body off the bed while I pulled them down her thighs. When they were off she lay back and stared at me. 'My, my, you are a big boy, aren't you?' she whispered at me. I was rear bold by then and I got right up on the bed with her! The feel of her bare skin on mine was so groovy I almost yelled out loud. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down and we kissed again. As we kissed she rubbed her little body against me. I was at least a foot taller than she was but I think she managed to touch every inch of me with her body while she kept her tongue in my mouth, sucking mine into her mouth.
"'Honey,' she whispered in my ear, 'Do you know what to do? Do you know how to fuck?' I was so excited that I was shuddering and I think she knew that I didn't know how, so she took over. 'Roll over on your back honey,' she ordered me and once I did that she crawled on top of me and sat astride my legs. I looked down and saw her pussy had opened up while her legs were spread so wide. She took my hand and showed me how to finger her, just brushing the little button. It made her shudder and quake. I was swollen so large that I thought it would blow up if something didn't happen soon. Finally she got enough of my finger and she pushed my hand aside, moving up until she was right over my cock. She held it with one hand and lowered herself on it. I was fascinated watching my cock go up in her. It felt so warm and tight! At last she had all of it up in her and her face was all flushed. She looked down at me. Her eyes sparkled and shone.
" 'Ohhhh, Jacky! It feels so goooood!' she said and began to pump up and down like she was riding a horse.
"It was something that I'll never forget, Mrs. Murray. It felt like I was caught in something like velvet! I could feel her gripping and pulling at me with her cunt. Then she leaned forward and let me suck her breasts again as she raised and lowered her behind over me.
" 'Darling,' she breathed in my ear, 'oh are you ever going to be a joy to teach.' I kept wanting to come but I remembered reading that you were supposed to wait for a while before you did it. So I gritted my teeth to keep from squirting up in her. Before long we were really slamming away at each other. Our breathing was coming like locomotives. I had my arms around her shoulders and we were almost welded together. We were straining and panting as we did it. I guess I felt a cool breeze of air about then, I'm not certain, but just about when I couldn't hold it any longer I heard a voice!
" 'Damn you, Syl, you dirty bitch!! ! What are you doing to him?'
"It was my Aunt Betty...."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I wanted to shove Sylvia off and run out when I saw my aunt in the door. Sylvia kept me where I was. All she did was turn and look over her shoulder.
" 'I'm enjoying myself dearie-what did you think I was doing?' Aunt Betty just stared at her, her own mouth hung open. She looked angry. Sylvia didn't even stop but kept up a gentle rolling and pumping motion. I wasn't near coming anymore, Betty's appearance at the door scared that idea right out of my mind.
" 'Well, don't just stand there Betty baby,' Sylvia said in that baby voice. 'Either go out and close the door or take off those nasty old clothes and hop in with us.'
"Betty swayed a little as she stood there and we could both see that she was still a little drunk. Sylvia didn't let up on her. 'Well, honey, what's it going to be?' Then she giggled. 'Come off it, Betty, I know how badly you want some of this.
Get in here!' Betty jumped as if Sylvia had hit her. Her eyes got a funny look and as if her fingers were stiff she fumbled with the buttons on her blouse and undid them.
"Sylvia moved back in front of me and blocked my view of my aunt as she stripped. Sylvia began her violent pumping again and for a moment she took my mind off my aunt and what she was doing.
"When Betty came into the room, all I could think about was that she was going to tell my parents and that scared me. When she started to take her clothes off it was a relief but it kind of scared me too. After all, she was my aunt wasn't she? It was in ... inc ... what do you call it? Yeah, incest. That's against the law ya know, besides it really is wrong! At least I thought it was then. I don't know now.
"Sylvia kept slapping her bottom down on me and made me forget everything else in the world. I was surprised when I felt the bed sag and remembered Betty. She got up beside us and sort of shyly I looked up at her. She was naked! For a moment it was like seeing my mother naked-but better. She was younger and firmer I guess. All I could do was lay there and stare at her. Sylvia was going like mad on me, twisting and turning her hips, grinding herself against me. I could feel it, but I was so intent on watching my aunt that I wasn't really hot at all.
"'Aghhhgnnng,' Sylvia sighed. She was coming then. She grunted and sighed and shivered. I felt an added wetness coming from her. Looking up I saw her face. It was red and sweaty but she looked so happy! I was really kind of surprised at how much pleasure she was getting. I didn't think she would ever stop. Aunt Betty just knelt by us, watching. Her eyes were bulging as she watched Sylvia enjoy herself. She didn't make a move to join us or to even touch us, but I could tell she was excited. She was breathing almost as fast as we were. I could see a fine film of sweat on her upper lip and her jaw muscles twitched as she watched.
"Sylvia finally stopped banging at me and collapsed on top of me. At first I thought something was wrong with her, but after a little bit she sat up and grinned at me. 'Well, big boy?' I could only smile at her. I hadn't come yet and I was still hard in her but I don't think she realized that. 'Well, big boy, I got your cherry didn't I ? ' I wasn't certain what that meant, but I had a hazy idea and I had to admit that she had. She laughed that throaty laugh and pulled herself off of me. I heard Betty give a little gasp when she saw my still hard rod come out. Sylvia heard it too. 'Go on silly,' she teased Betty, 'wipe him up a little and take your turn. It's nice, believe me!! '
"Betty blushed a deep red, but she ran to the bathroom and came back with a towel and wiped me off. She just stared at me when she was done, her eyes going from mine to my penis. I felt kind of shy. She did too I think. I saw her hand sort of reach out but then she jerked it back. She blushed again and for a second I thought she was going to leave me there.
" 'Oh for God's sake,' Sylvia said loudly. 'Poor Betty is shy with her dear little nephew!' Her voice was sharp and it hurt Betty's feelings I'm certain because she got all stiff looking and her mouth tightened. Sylvia knew that she had said too much. 'I'm sorry, Honey. I know. I understand. I'll just take my clothes and wait in the other room for you.' She gathered up her stuff and went to the door. Just before she went out she turned and winked at me.
"When she was gone, we didn't say a word at first. Aunt Betty just sat there looking at me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was bigger than Sylvia and I liked the soft look of her breasts and wondered if she would like me to suck them as much as Sylvia had.
" 'Jack?' She said and reached out her hand to touch my face. 'Do you understand about incest?'
" 'Yes, I think so.'
" 'So you understand what a bad thing it would be if anybody ever found out what has happened here?' I nodded. I wanted to touch her but I wasn't certain that she wanted me to. 'W--what she said true? Was this your first ... well ... your first time?'
" 'Yes, only I didn't finish, so does that count?' I guess that sort of broke the ice. Aunt Betty had to laugh and quickly she bent over and kissed me. Her lips were soft and she smelled so nice that it excited me even more. I wanted to get inside her too and she could sense it.
" 'Do you like me? Do I look good to you, Jack?'
She sat up straight and seemed to invite me to look at her body. She had dark hair and the hair around her place was nice and curly. I could see that the hairs right near her lips were wet and that excited me even more. I reached out and touched her there and she jumped a little. Then she sighed, 'Oh honey, it's gone too far to stop now-even if I wanted to!' With that she reached out and curled her fingers around my cock. It was so good that I felt a big throb go through it.-She felt it too and squeezed me hard. She took hold of my hand and showed me how to run my finger in and out of her. That really excited her and in a few seconds she was really breathing hard. She let go of me and fell back on the bed. She kept her eyes shut tight as she slowly spread her thighs wide for me.
" 'Climb on me, dear. Please. It's better this way. You belong on top. That's the best way for me. Please, Jack, climb up on me and give me that nice, smooth meat.' I guess hearing my own aunt talk like that blew every other thought out of my mind because I was on top of her before I knew what I was doing. She got ahold of me and I was inside of her in a second. She was so wet! It felt like I was going into a pool of warm oil! She was bigger down there than Sylvia but it still felt so nice!
"Soon she taught me the motions and I got the idea and stopped making crazy jerks and pokes at her. I pushed and pulled and she was throwing herself up at me. Each time I would plunge into her she would sigh and whimper. The sound she made aroused me even more and I kept on going faster and faster.
"The bed sagged and I knew that Sylvia was back in the room. This time it didn't bother Betty or me. We were too far gone in what we were doing to be shy in front of her. She moved up closer to me and I felt her warm fingers sliding beneath me and felt her touching my rod and touching Aunt Betty at the same time. It excited both of us as she touched and tickled us and in just a few more moves I felt myself coming. Oh, it was so good! I could feel Betty surge and sigh and I guessed she was coming too. I had come before, you know, by hand but that was nothing like the first time inside a woman! I guess I went a little crazy-it was almost like I was on top of my mother. Thinking that, it really excited me. I don't know why. I know that it's wrong to want your mother but I wanted Betty to be her. I pretended that she was and when I came and felt myself spurt up in her it was just like doing it to my mom. That's what has been bothering me ever since. I don't know what to think-I mean about wanting my mom and all. Well, anyway that started it. For the next few days Betty hardly let me out of bed. After my folks came home we had to be a little more careful. I saw one of them almost every day after school. Betty liked to pretend that she was my mom for me. She said that it gave her a sort of thrill too. She liked it but it was Sylvia that did the teaching you talked about. Every time that I saw her she had some new position or way to do it. By Christmas I guess I knew almost every way it could be done. She liked doing it in crazy places too. Once we did it in the balcony of a movie. Another time in a phone booth on the street. At Christmas it all changed. Sylvia got a job in Florida and almost overnight she took off. Aunt Betty was starting to feel guilty about what she and I were doing. One afternoon she got drunk and cried for hours. She got a letter from Sylvia and then she moved out. She didn't even say goodbye to anybody.
"Well that's about it. That's how I knew what to do when we met. I guess that stuff about my mom kinda makes you upset doesn't it?"
Alice felt so tender that she almost cried. "No, honey. Don't you worry about it. Every person at one time or another wants to make love with ' either their mother or their father. It's normal, Jack, believe me. One day you'll understand and know how silly it was to worry about it." The boy seemed a little surprised and more than a little relieved as he looked at her, trying to make certain that she wasn't lying to him or teasing him.
Sensing that it was time to change the subject, she got to her feet. "Come on, let's find the others now. It's getting late and I should feed poor Teresa."
There was another reason she wanted to move; listening to his story had aroused her. She felt herself getting wetter as he told of his seduction by the other two women and she felt a little envious that they had done it instead of herself. She knew that if she stayed with him there that she would try to arouse him again and she didn't think it was wise to do that. He had done so much already today and she was afraid that she would hurt him.
Hand in hand they walked along the slope looking for the others. They walked down towards the ring of bushes. As they came nearer they heard muffled sounds coming from the bushes and smiling at each other, they crept up quietly.
Inside the circle were the two boys and Teresa. Jerry was standing on the old blanket. Teresa was kneeling in front of him and from the position of her head, Alice could tell that the boy's shaft was in her mouth. Her back was to them but they knew what she was doing by watching the motions of her head. Teddy lay on the blanket. His pants were open and he held his shaft in his hand and was gently tugging and pulling at it as he watched the other two. Alice trembled. She hated to see that firm flesh going to waste but she was uncertain of what to do. Jack knew what she felt and what to do. He placed his open palm in the middle of her back and shoved. She felt herself propelled into the little clearing. She managed to stop before she fell over Jerry. The crashing sound she made coming through the bushes startled the children. Teresa pulled back from Jerry and stared at her open mouthed. Alice could see drops of cum dripping from her still ovaled lips.
"Don't stop, please," she begged. "I'm sorry that I scared you. Don't stop, honey, please." As she said that she was kneeling beside the boy on the blanket. Brushing his hand aside she took his penis in hers and slowly pumped it for him a few times. The touch of her hand restored the firmness to it. It had started to wilt when she came bursting in on them.
"Do you want what he is getting, Teddy?" He grinned at her and nodded. Everyone seemed to hold their breath as she slowly bent down and placed his hard red tip in her mouth. The touch of his firm young flesh against the roof of her mouth made Alice shudder. "Ahhh," she sighed to herself. Just think of the wasted years, the dull nights and the restless days. If I had only known how nice this could be. Just think of how good it could have been for me! Then she got a mental image of Jim trying to get her to do this on their honeymoon, and she giggled deep in her throat. The thought of the silly, whimpering fool she had been. The virgin who couldn't bring herself to enjoy the feel and taste of flesh.
She began to suck him softly, allowing his flesh to slip and glide in and out of her tightly ovaled lips. The feel of his hairless skin as it passed over her sensitive lips excited her. She tried to imagine it as it slipped over her velvet tongue and looked for its nesting place in the back of her mouth. Her eyes were shut tight as she crouched over the reclining boy. She could feel his hands in her hair as they pressed the back of her head, urging her to suck him deeper into her willing mouth.
She could hear the smacking sounds coming from her right and knew that Teresa was still sucking Jerry. The thought that she and the little girl were both performing this lewd act together in the open made her shudder and quake again with excitement. As she softly mouthed and tongued the shaft in her mouth she felt her excitement rise. She wanted the meat deep in her belly as well as in her mouth but she wanted to suck him even more than she wanted release from her own torments.
The inner voice came back and tried to tell her about the vileness of the act she was engaged in, but she shook her head roughly and kept on sucking. The voices faded. She loved the act now. It was almost like a penance. She had to do it to prove that her old life was dead and that the new life held the promise she had been seeking.
Alice felt the boy's organ swell and begin to twitch. Not wanting him to come yet, she pulled her head back and began to lick and kiss his organ. She opened her eyes, watched the now almost purple head glisten and pulse as she licked up and down the stem. She lowered her head and found his balls and one by one she sucked them gently, rolling them over her tongue.
"Ungghhh, unghhh" she heard Jerry grunting and knew that Teresa was getting a warm mouthful. Alice glanced over and saw the girl grasping the boy's thighs in a fierce grip as her head bobbed up and down over the up-thrust rod. Alice felt envy and she popped Teddy's throbbing erection back in her mouth and tried to draw his hot seed by pressing the underside of his cock with her tongue, trying to milk him so that she could join the girl in drinking the warm gush of life.
Teddy had rolled over flat on his back. Alice knelt directly in front of him and sucked. As she crouched over him she felt hands on her hips. For a moment she felt a panic, then realized that it was Jack. She felt her skirt being lifted and laid on her back. Hands found her panties and pulled them down to her knees. She felt the cool breeze soothe her buttocks and shuddered in delight. She got the image of herself crouching over the boy, his trousers at his knees, her bare behind standing out, defenseless. It stirred a cord in her and fanned the fires even brighter. Warm hands cupped and rolled her white buttocks. Fingers probed and toyed with her flesh. She felt her vagina swelling and felt the moisture seeping through the lips and onto her thighs. A finger found the throbbing clitoris and rubbed it gently.
She whimpered, her sounds muffled by the flesh deep in her mouth. One finger massaged her now erect little bud. Another finger probed between the crevice of her trembling buttocks and found her puckered anus. That opening was still sore, but the finger was gentle, teasing and pressing, rotating gently. She felt her desire climbing even higher. She couldn't have stopped if the whole congregation of her church came trooping up the hill right now. I'd just stay here and let them watch she thought and the idea of being watched as she did pleased her.
All her determined sucking and tonguing was having its effect. Teddy was sighing and wiggling, thrusting himself up, trying to make her suck his whole body into her eager mouth. She felt him tremble and heard his groan and felt the fleshy pole in her mouth swell and felt the first spurt of his seed as it filled her mouth. She continued to suck as she swallowed. The slick feel of it going down her throat made her shudder and press back against the invading fingers.
Even after Teddy had finished, she continued to suck, loving the sensation as his fingers frothed and wormed into her. Her hips shook and rolled. She made sounds deep in her throat as the other finger pressed past her sphincter at her anus and tortured her tender flesh there. Little darting flames of pain and enjoyment ran through her and she had a fantasy of being raped by a large dog as she crouched before it. She could almost feel its paws on her hips, its shaggy hair brushing against her back. The image of the dog frightened and thrilled her at the same time. Soon she heard her own scream of pleasure in the air. The sound was muffled by the wilting penis she still held in her mouth. Her climax was so intense that she almost lost control of her quivering body. She felt as if she could step out of her body and her spirit could run and run and run.
Slowly the images and sensations faded away. She had pulled away from Teddy and lay face down on the blanket. Her sobbing breath sounded in her ears. His hands had left her body now and she felt so alone I Slowly she rolled over and pulled her panties back up from her knees and sat up.
Jack was sitting beside her and she knew that it was his fingers that had been so loving and so kind. Smiling, she leaned over and kissed him lightly. Teresa and Jerry sat side by side on the blanket, staring at her with wide open eyes.
Slowly Alice became aware of where they were. They were out in the open, where anyone could see if they just happened by. In spite of her enjoyment she knew that this was madness. How could she be so careless and so stupid?
"Come on, kids, let's go back to the hut. We shouldn't be out in the open like this. We'll all get into trouble if someone sees us here."
Quickly they got up and trotted back up the slope and around the hill to the hut. Once they were inside, Alice felt better, more secure. She knew that she was taking an awful chance even here and knew that they would need a better place if this was going to go on.
She looked around and saw that the two younger boys were staring at her, pleased when she saw desire in their stares. She felt a soft, rolling sensation in her vagina and knew that despite her own enjoyment she wanted more! The long hidden, long ignored hunger was still there-it demanded more! She moved to the bunk and lay back on it. She let her legs open slightly to tease them.
"Let's have a party," she said forcefully. "I want more-much more! Jerry, come here, honey." The boy looked startled and then grinned shyly and came over to the bed and stood beside her. She reached out and rolled the palm of her hand over his trouser front. She felt his limp little rod roll under the pressure. She unzipped him and felt inside his shorts until she found the soft flesh. She lay there smiling up at him, rolling his penis between her fingers. With her free hand she pulled her skirt up to her middle and let him look at her lower body. It was clothed only in a flimsy pair of panties.
She felt him rise a little and smiled to herself. "Do you like that, Jerry?"
She felt another twitch as the organ swelled more. "Quick, honey," she urged. "Take your clothes off and climb up here." The boy stepped back and started to strip hurriedly. Alice stood up and she was so excited again that her fingers fumbled with the buttons and snaps. "Oh, Teresa, please help me!" she wailed, not wanting to waste a moment. The girl darted over and helped her.
Once she was nude she fell back on the bed. Jerry was watching, his organ almost stiff now. Almost frantic now, she motioned him closer and he came to the bed looking down at the lushly naked woman. She reached out and closed her fingers around his reviving shaft. She found it was almost level with her mouth. She leaned forward and ran her wet tongue up the penis, rubbing along the now swollen vein on the underside. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the others watching. It pleased her deep inside that they were seeing her. She wanted them to see the real her, the freed person. Jerry shuddered at the touch of her tongue. She was ready for him now. He was hard and excited. She watched the rod bob stiffly against his belly when she let go of him.
"Please, Jerry, hurry!! " she moaned and pulled him on top of her. Her thighs spread as wide as she could spread them. She felt his weight on her and felt the head of his organ as it found her begging opening and entered her. Alice had to bite her lips to keep from screaming as it slipped up inside her body. She put her arms around his shoulders and clung to his young body as it pis-toned in and out of her. She was aware of the others in the dusty room and wished that she could have all of them with her. She wanted more than just these three watching her-she wanted all sorts of people to watch her, to feel her to spear her defenseless body.
She was near hysteria by the time she felt Jerry increase his speed. She felt his throbbing erection slamming in and out. She had had one shuddering and tearing climax already and knew she was near another. Sobbing and sighing she urged him on. Her heels pounded his back as he heaved and tossed over her. Suddenly she felt him tense, felt his body tense and then came the warm spurts in her vagina. The spreading warmth released her and she came again. The sparks of pleasure shot through her quivering body. Her nerves vibrated and she howled her pleasure in intercourse.
As the boy lay sobbing on her belly she felt her mind come back into control. Despite her new found freedom she felt a slight blush cover her body when she remembered how she had behaved before an audience. Gently she helped Jerry climb off her sweating body and sat up. The others were standing close to the bed, their eyes still smoldered as they remembered her passionate performance.
The idea had been growing in her mind ever since she had thought of being watchci by the others. Now that she was calmer, it grew and took actual shape in her mind. "Listen children. Come over here. I want to talk with you." Soon everybody was close. Teresa sat on the bed with her, the boys on the floor in front of the bunk. "I think that we could use some new members in our little group. What do you say?"
For a moment they just stared at her. Then Jack spoke up. "Great, Mrs. Murray, but who? There aren't any other kids in the neighborhood who are old enough to come up here, except your son. So who would we get?"
She smiled at him and gave him a hint. "Well, if not another kid, how about an adult? Can you think of anybody in particular, Jack?" The boy was puzzled for a moment. She could tell he was turning over possibilities in his mind. Then the puzzled scowl faded and he smiled. Looking up at her he grinned broadly.
"Mrs. Harris?" Alice felt a thrill as he hit on her wonderful idea. She couldn't help herself. She laughed and nodded.
"That's it, Mrs. Nice Little Housewife. She's exactly the one! Now how do you think we could manage getting her into our club? It isn't as if we could just walk up and invite her, is it?" This time he didn't take so long. He had been thinking along with her. He only paused for a few moments then the whole plan seemed to unfold for him.
"The camera! That's the way isn't it? I have a flash attachment for it. We could take a picture of her and then we would have a handle on herjust like...." He had to good grace to look a little embarrassed.
"That's right, Jack, a handle. Just like the one you had on me, eh?" She said it with a smile and he relaxed and grinned sheepishly. She knew it was a good plan but she felt a-little twinge of doubt. Was it right to make another woman expose herself as she had been forced to do? Then she thought of the rewards and brushed the doubts aside. The humor of the idea struck her and she lay back on the bed and laughed. "Oh, isn't that funny!" she laughed. "Sally Harris. The Miss Drab of the block. A secret lover and now it's all going to come home to roost!" The image of the woman when she saw the photo they would send her-the look on her face when she saw the note made the woman on the bed laugh harder.
She didn't stop laughing until she felt another person on the bed and looking up she saw a naked Teddy beside her. She saw his cock. It was swelling.
"Oh! I guess the afternoon isn't over after all," she sighed happily as she reached out to touch him.
CHAPTER NINE
The weekend slipped by in a happy daze of excitement. She had fed her hunger with Teresa. She remembered sleeping with the child. She recalled waking in the early hours and waking the child with her probing fingers. The other's sleepy enjoyment pleased her. They had met the boys again and the shack had swirled with games of the flesh.
At last, Monday had come and so had Teresa's parents. After some profuse thanks, they had gathered her things and were gone. That afternoon she had met with Jack and they made plans for Wednesday and cut out letters from some old magazines. The letters were for a note to go along with the picture that they hoped to get.
Midday Tuesday, Jim came back. Alice was thankful that he hadn't done too well; there weren't too many fish to clean and give away.
Alice went through the days almost holding her breath. She felt a submerged excitement boiling and rolling in her. She tried not to think of what they had planned for Sally Harris. True, she did feel an occasional stirring of a sort of guilt. She recalled her own shame and fear at just knowing that pictures of her with Teresa and the boys even existed. Now she was part of a plan to ensnare another-to put another woman through that sexual wringer. She could imagine Sally's face; imagine her confusion at hearing Jack when he told her what they wanted.
Alice planned to watch. There was a missing board at the rear of the shack. The boys had put an old crate in front of it so she could watch and use the camera without being seen. The thought of watching them excited her. She remembered watching that night, remembered how Sally had submitted to those men. Remembering that made her recall how she had submitted to the boys-her own grunting, panting shame on that dirty blanket in the dusty old shack. The same shack where a new episode in Sally's life was about to take place. Alice shuddered at the thought.
Alice glanced at her watch. "Oh, God. It's only two in the afternoon," she scolded herself. "We won't be able to start 'til nine at the earliest. What am I going to do 'til then?" She felt the crotch of her panties getting wetter by the moment. She wished Jack was here,, but he was off playing baseball. She knew she resented the times he went off and wasn't available. For a moment she felt guilty for resenting his acting like the boy that tie was but then she thought of that totally adult tube of flesh that hung between his hard young thighs. She remembered how it could force and pound into her body and the guilt disappeared as her hunger for it grew fiercer!
Jumping up from the couch, she tried to pace but couldn't clear her mind of those images. She tried to watch TV but it never caught her attention. At last she went down the hall to the bathroom. A nice cold shower to settle my nerves, she tried to tell herself. But once she was naked she couldn't resist and stood before the full length-mirror. She studied her tingling body. She remembered how her body looked in those photos, like some other person, and she felt a little sorry that Jack had torn them up. Her nipples were swelling. Her breast felt hot and tight. The lips of her vulva were swelling. She stared at the wet pubic hairs and saw the bud of her clitoris swelling, standing, begging for release from her mounting excitement. Her legs quivered. "Oh, Jack, how I need you right now," she muttered aloud. Leaning on the counter near the wash basin, she parted her thighs slightly. Trying to tell herself that she could soothe the overheated flesh, she placed her palm on her pulsing mound. The touch of her hand there drove all pretense from her mind and she allowed her finger to slip between the lips.
The touch fanned the flame of her hunger, the finger slipping up and back between the oily folds. Alice, despite her new found freedom, felt a certain sense of shame at what she was doing. She recalled laying in her bed as a young girl, fighting the urge to do this for herself, afraid of being caught. Afraid of all the silly tales she had been told. She felt those old doubts and inhibitions fight their way to the surface. Despite these feelings, she avidly watched herself in the mirror.
Her mouth fell slack as she masturbated herself. She watched a flush cover her as her finger lightly caressed her aching clitoris. Her belly rolled and sucked in as it was urging the finger deeper. Her finger teased and toyed with that sensitive bud. Each touch sent spasms of enjoyment through her body. She wished she could dare call Jerry or Teddy at their homes, but she knew she couldn't. What if their mothers answered? Oh God, I'd die! They knoiv me, they might know my voice. From that her mind wandered. She imagined being caught by Jerry's mother. Strangely, it seemed to excite her. The image of being found under the boy, speared by his young cock as his mother came in, thrilled her. It fed the hidden hunger in her. Those images spread the fire between her legs. Her arm jerked faster. Her finger pressed and touched. Her breath came faster. Her legs trembled so badly that she had to lean heavily against the counter to keep from sliding to the floor as she aroused herself.
"Aghhhh, Ohhhhhhh," she moaned aloud as she reached climax. The surge of pleasure rolled over her, making her body jerk and snap. At last the jolts of pleasure grew fainter. Her finger slowed to a languid rolling, just touching herself. Then, she let her hand fall to her side. Once again she opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror.
Her whole body had a rosy flush, she could see a glow of perspiration covering her as she half leaned, half lay on the counter. Her eyes followed each swollen, excited curve of her form. She felt the urge to lay on the floor and do it again!
She shook herself and stood up straight. She turned on the shower. Taking a deep breath she stepped into the cold rushing shower. Her climax had been nice but it hadn't satisfied her hunger. She tried to let the cold stings of the water soothe her, drive the images out of her quivering mind.
The shower did help her gain control, but it didn't drive the thoughts away. The rest of the afternoon, thoughts of Sally and those men, Jack, Jerry and Teddy kept creeping onto the stage of her mind. Their mingled bodies, their sighs of pleasure kept her in a state of turmoil. Alice felt a real sense of relief when she heard Jim pull into the driveway.
The routine of talking with Jim, making dinner as he showered, soothed her. It gave her something to center on. When dinner was ready they sat down to it. As she ate she watched him.
"Does he notice anything? I wonder if I act any different. I feel so different it should show like a big red-lettered sign board. He didn't seem to notice. He just chatted about the office and business. Her own responses were mechanical. She had long since given up being interested in his doings. She hadn't admitted to herself but she had just been going through the routine until now.
After dinner he casually mentioned that he was going bowling again. Her excitement rose. She would be able to get out with no trouble. He seemed surprised but vaguely pleased that she didn't fight his going out again, but he didn't make any comment. He was content to let it be. Finally it was time, and getting his bag from the small closet, Jim kissed her lightly and went out. She forced herself to stand quietly until she was certain he was gone. Once she was satisfied, she hurried to their room and dressed. She choose a dark blouse and black slacks. It was exciting. She felt like some sort of secret agent!
By a quarter-to-nine she was ready and heading out the back door. She shut the back gate quietly and started up the slope. It was dark tonight, no moonlight. That was good. She knew no one would be able to see them. They would be safe.
Halfway along the trail she met Jack. He had startled her as he stood in the darkness. His hand caught her arm as she passed. For a terrible moment she thought it was Jim. He's followed me and he's checking up on me! When she could make out Jack's face, she could only laugh weakly and hang on to him, breathing great gulps of relief along with the air into her lungs.
"Are you okay, Mrs. Murray? I'm sorry if I scared you," he whispered to her. Instead of an answer, she kissed him quickly. For a moment they forgot why they were there. His hard young body aroused her and she wanted him.
Right here in the weeds. Now! she pleaded with herself but just in time she remembered Sally. His hand had come up and cupped her breast. She hadn't worn a bra and knew he could feel her nipple swell against the blouse fabric. Breathlessly she forced herself to calm down and pushed his hand away. Tonight was just too important to let it get away now. She had to concentrate on the business at hand. He understood and let her stand free to catch her breath. It took almost a minute before she could trust herself to speak to him.
"Do you have the camera and the flash bulbs?" She could see his white teeth shine in his answering grin. She saw the camera as he held it up for her approval.
Putting his finger to his lips, he quieted her. They moved softly down the part of the path leading to Sally's playroom. Just as they got there the light went on in the room. Carefully Alice climbed up on the fence and looked into the room. Sally stood by the door looking around the room. Alice noted that she was fully dressed this time and for a moment Alice thought that she was going to snap off the light and leave the room. But the slender woman suddenly made a face to herself. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it free from the waistband of her skirt. Reaching behind herself she unsnapped her bra and slipped the garment down her arms. Once the bra was thrown aside, she slipped the blouse back on and buttoned it back up. "Oh you itchy cunt!" Alice laughed softly to herself as she watched. She remembered why she hadn't worn a bra either, for the same reason.
Jack was up on the fence with her. He had the flash attachment on the camera and was sighting into the room. It was hard to do. He had to hook his elbows over the top of the fence in order to steady himself enough to hold the camera. "Is it going to be all right?" she whispered softly. He nodded, never taking his eye from the camera.
Sally paced back and forth in the room. She poured herself a stiff drink and shot it down in one gulp. She's nervous, Alice thought. I wonder if she can sense that something is going to happen. Sally pressed her hand against the front of her skirt and allowed it to move up and down slightly. Alice remembered her own feelings in the bathroom that afternoon and knew how the other woman felt.
They all heard the car pulling up on the street in front of the house. The motor shut off and all sound ceased. Each of them seemed to hold their breath. Then they heard the footsteps in the driveway and there was a soft knock on the door. Sally started a little and hurried to open the door. The same two men stood there. The big one named Al; the slimmer, younger man whose name Alice hadn't learned. Sally pulled them into the room and stood for a moment looking out the door, as if to see if anyone had noticed them coming in.
"What's the matter Babe?", Al asked as he stared at her. She just shook her head and continued to look around the outside. Al winked at the other man and walked over to her. One arm went around her upper torso and Alice could imagine the feel of his hard hand on her own breasts. The other arm went around her waist and pulled her back against him, pressing her buttocks against him. For a moment she tried to struggle, then the feel of the man she had been waiting for forced her to respond. Alice could hear her sigh as she relaxed and pressed back against the big one.
"Oh, nothing's wrong I guess. I've just felt sort of uneasy all day, like something was going to happen. I don't know what ... just something." Al laughed and turned her towards the room leading her over to the other man.
"You bet something's going to happen Sally! We are going to have a ball! I don't know about Frank, here, but I've been thinking about you, lean Mama. I've thought about you all day and no funny feeling is going to stop me now!" They all laughed and walked over to the couch and sat down, Sally in the middle. At first they just talked in low voices, their hands passing back and forth over each other's body. The talk continued in a low key. Al tried to great her into a better mood.
At first Alice couldn't make out what they were saying. Then she heard Frank say "Come on ... snap out of it. Let's have a little affection." Sally grinned and leaned towards him and they kissed. Frank's hand went up her front and his fingers found her buttons and undid the top few. Sally's breasts were hanging free, now. His fingers found the nipples and pulled them. With his tongue in her mouth, all Sally could do was moan and press her body closer to him, allowing him closer access to her breasts. Al just leaned against the arm of the couch and watched. After a while he reached out and played his large hand on her thigh. Slowly his hand massaged the flesh under her skirt and his moving fingers were drawing up her skirt. More and more of her thigh was showing.
Alice pressed herself against the fence in an agony of suspense. She could feel that large hand on her too-she wanted to feel it more than she admitted to herself.
Al had the skirt up to her waist and Alice saw that the woman had no panties on. Oh, the hot-pants slut. The cunning bitch doesn't wear any, ever, I know it! she thought as she watched the big sausage-like fingers pinch her buttock. The hands of the two men on her body had aroused Sally. They made her forget the feeling that she had. Her hand strayed down to Frank's lap and found the eager bulge waiting for her. He helped her undo the belt and the zipper and in seconds his trousers were open. Sally reached through the opening in his shorts and pulled his stiffening organ out and curled her fingers around it. Even across the room Alice could see the penis ooze fluid and she almost cried out. The fingers held the shaft in a tight grip and slowly she pulled the loose skin up and down. Frank closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the feel of her hand on him. Sally smiled as she watched.
Al had tired of feeling her behind and pulled the younger man's organ as she sat back up between them. Al pulled her face to his and kissed her hard. As he did that his massive hand found her open blouse and completely covered one of her breasts and crushed it. Frank cupped the other and teased the pointed nipple.
Gasping for breath, Sally broke away from his mouth long enough to say in a shaky voice "Hey, take it easy. We have all night, you guys. Besides, we all have far too many clothes on for this kind of sport." Laughing, she jumped up and standing before them, she did an impromptu strip tease. She hummed softly to herself as she pulled the crushed blouse from her shoulders and unhooked the side clasp on the skirt. Once it was loosened, it fell to her feet and she calmly stepped free of it. All she wore was a pair of high heels. She shook back her hair and gyrated her torso, doing a clumsy imitation of a stripper doing the grind.
Needing no other invitation, Al stood and quickly undressed. Alice caught her breath when she saw him. She had forgotten how huge he was. She stared with real hunger at that huge organ as it stood almost straight up against the big man's belly. Frank stood and had his things off in a moment. Sally stopped her foolish dance and almost ran to the men. She reached down and caught each man by the cock and stood between them alternately rubbing each one against her hips and belly. Slowly they sank back on the couch. The men took turns kissing her mouth, feeling her eager body. Slowly her thighs spread until each leg was hooked over the thigh of the man at her side.
Jack stirred on the fence. He had forgotten the camera. He lifted it and was about to take the shot but Alice put her hand on his arm.
"No, wait! Not yet. I'll tell you when," she hissed at him and he lowered the camera and went back to watching. Alice looked back to the room. Frank had hold of Sally's head and was slowly pulling it down, aiming her gasping mouth at his organ that stood waiting for her.
"That's the way, baby," Al crooned as he watched her getting closer to the other's penis. "That's it. You love to suck Sally. Remember how hard it was to teach you? Even if you did fight it, babe, I knew that we could teach that nice mouth to suck. You give head now, baby. You're one of the best now." As he taunted her, his hand roved over her trembling body. Sally moaned and opened her mouth and allowed the talk in. Alice couldn't tell if it was the man's words or his touching hand that had made Sally so hot as she sucked at the other man. Al got to his knees and forced her body around until she lay on her belly, her head bent over the other's middle. Then he lifted her up by her hips until she was kneeling, then moved in behind her. When his fleshy organ touched her, Sally began to tremble. She lifted her mouth off the other man and begged: "Oh, Al, please don't go up the back. You're too huge. You know how much it hurts me. Oh God, don't do it"
The big man just grinned and laughed at her.
"Don't worry, honey, we don't want to hurt you. We want to please you. I know it's too big, so relax!" With that he lowered his penis and Alice saw it disappear between the woman's thighs. Alice almost fell from the fence.
He's done it to her, too! He put that huge thing up her anus once. I just knew it! The thought of that large fat organ up her own anus made her feel faint and she wondered if she would ever have the courage to take something that large in her.
The trio were completely joined now. Sally's head bobbed over the younger man. Alice could see her lips tightly pursed around the wet shaft as she allowed almost all of it in her mouth. Al was deep in her now-and he had begun the thrusting, pushing motions, pressing that slab of flesh deep in the slender woman. The feel of that intrusion was taking its toll on Sally. Her hips began to shake and roll. She pressed her buttocks tight against him, urging him to penetrate her deeper and harder.
Alice was afraid to watch any longer. They might finish any moment now, she thought. She put her hand on Jack's arm and he raised the camera. "Wait until she has her head up," she cautioned and the boy nodded. His eye was pressed to the camera.
They held their breath as Sally's head came up. Just before she started down again, the flash popped! The bright light flooded the room for an instant and the three on the couch seemed frozen by it. After what seemed like years, Sally pulled her mouth free from Frank and jerked herself loose from Al's turgid rod.
"Oh my God!! ! , " she screamed. "Someone took a picture of us. Oh my God!! ! " She started to cry as she tried to get dressed. Frank sat there stunned, his penis wilting because of the fright.
"Goddamn," he shouted and dived for his clothes. He made whimpering sounds as he pulled his pants on. "What's going to happen. What if my old lady finds out?" He was almost crying as he dressed. Once he had his things on, he jumped up and ran out of the room. Al hadn't said a word. He just dressed as quickly as he could and then said quietly to Sally.
"That prick Frank just ran out on us. Don't worry honey, I'll get that camera and that shot. Just keep cool." He ran for the door.
Alice had just hung on the fence watching all this unfold, as if she was watching a very adult movie. Jack was down off the fence and hissing at her, trying to get her to move. The boy wanted to run and of course he was right! She suddenly realized that Al wasn't running away like Frank. She could hear him plowing through the shrubs at the side of the playroom and knew that he would see her on the fence in just a few seconds. Alice let go and tried to jump down from the fence but she couldn't move. Frantically looking down, she saw her blouse was caught in a damn crack! She jerked and tugged, but she couldn't free it. She could hear Al coming nearer. The thudding of his feet on the grass blended with the thudding beat of her heart and it sounded like a bull elephant stampede in her mind. With one final desperate lunge she tore the blouse free and fell from the fence. As she hit the dirt and weeds she looked up and saw Al's head peering over the top. His eyes glared at her.
"Hey you!", he shouted, but she didn't wait for anymore. She scrambled to her feet and catching Jack's outthrust hand she ran up the slope. She heard scuffling sounds and knew that Al was coming over the wall after them. She had never considered that the men would chase them. It was stupid of her not to have thought of that, but there was no time now to rework the plan. They had about a thirty yard lead on the big man. It was dark and they knew the hill. He didn't.
As she ran she felt a cool breeze and looking down she saw that her blouse was completely torn from the front. She could see her breasts bobbing and jiggling as she ran along. She almost giggled at the thought of it.
Jack led the way. He circled the base of the hill, keeping low and making her bend over as she ran. They circled the ring of willows and headed for a stand of trees above it. Once in the trees they stopped. Alice was panting so hard that she was certain that Al could hear her and that the sound would lead him right to them. But as he puffed by, his own breathing would have defened him to a brass band. After the sounds of his crashing through the brush faded, Jack laughed softly.
"Wow, that's cool, man. He'll never find us now. No matter what he does, it's over, Mrs. Murray. It's all done." Her breathing was returning to normal now and she sat down on a fallen log. She wished she was as confident as he was.
"Jack, he's between us and my house! I have to get home and change before I go on. I can't go up like this!" She showed him the open blouse and he grinned and touched her breasts lightly.
"Don't worry. In a bit I'll make some noise over there and lead him away. Once he's away you can go home without any trouble. All we have to do now is wait for him to get tired of tearing up the hillside over there." Still laughing, he sat down beside her. His hand reached out again and caught her breasts and toyed with them, rolling them in his palm.
The excitement she felt as she had watched Sally together with the excitement felt during the chase combined in her belly and she wanted him so desperately!! ! She tried to keep her head. She knew it would be so foolish to stop and do this with that huge man tearing around looking for them. She pulled away from his hands and stood up. "Don't ... not now, Jack!", she whispered urgently and moved away. Still feeling tired, she leaned against a fork in a tree, resting her arms on the two trunks that rose in the darkness over her. Jack wasn't worried. He moved up behind her and reached around and cupped her dangling breasts again. At the same time he pressed tightly against her back. She felt the pressure and the heat from his body through the thin slacks. Her resolve faltered and for a moment she pressed her buttocks back against him, feeling the full erection press back at her. Then she got her senses back and tried to push him back. The boy was too strong for her. He pressed her forward until her arms and shouders were wedged into the fork of the tree. The bark was rough against her bare breasts but she was wedged so tight she couldn't pull back.
One of his hands found the button on her side and she felt the waist band of her slacks loosen and then felt them being pushed to the ground. At least I wear panties, she thought smugly, thinking of Sally naked under her prim little house-wifey skirt. Jack's rough hand found the elastic band of the panties and pulled them down. Once past her knees they joined her slacks at her feet. She heard the rasp of his zipper and felt the warmth of his flesh as his organ pressed against her fleshy buttocks. With his knee he pressed her thighs apart. The clothing at her feet wouldn't allow her legs to spread too far but it was enough. She felt like she was tied up. Her arms were immobile. She could barely move her thighs. She felt his penis between the cheeks of her buttocks and for an instant she remembered the photos of the woman on her knees, of Sally begging Al not to put that large organ up her anus and her own penetration that day last weekend. She felt a surge of relief when Jack pressed his penis lower and she felt it slip up against her vagina. She was so wet that he just popped in without any trouble.
As she stood there, pressed up against the tree, she could feel him forcing up into her inch by wonderful inch, and she was happy that Jack had forced this on her. She could still hear Al as he pounded up and down the other side of the slope but she wasn't worried anymore. The organ inside of her calmed her. She sighed softly, making sure he couldn't hear and allowed her sheath to swallow the ridged member, letting it press and rub her swollen clitoris. The boy was so aroused that it took him no time at all and she could feel his excitement rising. She was totally aroused too and knew that in a few more strokes she would climax. Trying to brace her restricted feet, she shook her hips at him, her buttocks rubbing against his belly. He gave a gasp and she felt his surge of hot semen flowing up into her. The added lubrication eased her own climax. She groaned deep in her throat and bit her lips to keep from calling out and letting Al know where they were hiding.
When he was through, Jack gently pulled loose and helped her free of the tree. Quietly they rearranged their clothes, then stood close and kissed softly.
"Here," the boy whispered, "take the camera and hold it for me. I'll go down the hill and lead him away now. Good luck." He laughed and moved quietly down the slope until he was on the other side of the bushes. Then he gave a shout and a high pitched laugh and ran noisily through the low brush. In a few moments Al came around the side of the hill pounding by her so close that she could have tripped him if she had had the nerve. Soon the sounds faded and she knew it was time to move. Clutching her torn blouse around her, she trotted down the slope and to her gate. Taking a. last look to make certain that no one was watching, she slipped in and closed the latch. She was home. Safe!
Once her door was shut and locked, she felt the tension drain from her body. The fear of Al catching her faded. She stumbled to her bed and fell across it and laughed until tears came to her eyes. Finally the hysterical laughter ceased and she lay there enjoying the feeling and the after effects of fear.
She thought of the foolish thing they had done; making love against a tree while that great bear of a man crashed about in the dark trying to find them! She felt a giggle rising in her aching throat when she tried to imagine what Al's expression would have been if he had stumbled across them and found her wedged in the tree, her clothes at her feet. What would he have said if he found her being screwed by a boy?
Glancing at the bedside clock she saw that time was flying. She jumped to her feet and hurried to her closet. She stripped off the tattered blouse and threw it away. She found a new blouse and a dark skirt. Once dressed, she went to her purse and found the letter that they had made. She pulled the photo from the camera and waited a little. If it's no good then we have gone through all of this for nothing, she worried to herself. Finally she picked up the photo and stripped the paper back. The shot was perfect! She had been afraid that the window would distort it and make it useless but it was as sharp as if Jack had been standing next to them.
Alice gloated at the image of Sally kneeling before the younger man, his penis deep in her wet mouth. She saw the huge sausage penis of Al buried in the other woman. Sally had her head in perfect profile and the light was full on it. There would be no mistaking that face! They had Sally by the short hairs now! Being very careful, she cut the photo in half. She kept the half with Sally's face on it. The other half she put in the envelope and sealed it. It doesn't matter if she gets the back half, she'll know who it is anyway, Alice had to smile at that thought. She tucked the half-photo in the envelope with the letter and sealed it. Then taking a last look at herself in the mirror, she snapped off the light and went out her front door. She was still excited. Her fingers fumbled as she attempted to lock the door with a key.
It only took a few minutes to walk down the street to the woman's house. Just as she was a few yards away she saw the large bulk of Al coming down the drive and getting into his car. He doesn't look happy. He had to give up, she gloated to herself. He couldn't catch Jack. She caught a glance of his face as he roared away from the curb. It didn't look satisfied.
At the door she took a deep breath and then pushed the buzzer. There was no answer! Then she remembered how far away from the door Sally was and she pushed again, letting her finger stay on it for a longer time. This time she heard the bell and in moments the door opened a little and Sally peered out at her.
"Hi," she said brightly, "I was so lonesome at home that I thought I'd come on over. I know that your husband bowls tonight too so I just thought we could have a nice chat." The door opened slowly and Sally stood back, allowing Alice to come in. My God, how white she looks! Alice thought as she glanced at the woman.
They sat on the couch and Alice had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the other woman. She was white, she had color in her face and she was very nervous. Alice could tell it was an effort for Sally to keep from jumping up and pacing the room. Well, it's time, she told herself and pretended to just remember something.
"Oh, hey! I found this letter in your door when I rang. I'm sorry. I just forgot to give it to you." Sally stared at her for a moment, not understanding. Then she saw the envelope and almost snatched it from Alice.
"Excuse me, I'll go make some coffee." Sally muttered and went to the hall and out of sight. Alice waited just long enough for the other woman to get the envelope open and see the photo. Then she got up and followed her to the kitchen. As she entered she saw Sally's sudden motion as she hid the photo from her. She stuffed it in her dress pocket and tried to give Alice a smile. It didn't look like a smile at all. Alice sat down and Sally read the letter. Her eyes widened and Alice could see even more color leave the woman's face. Her knuckles turned white on the paper. Alice knew why. She could recall the exact wording.
"Come to the shack on the hill behind your place at ten tomorrow morning if you want the other half of this. Don't tell anyone and come alone!" Alice could see the worry in her eyes and knew a little of that feeling. I wonder if I looked that sick when they caught me ? , she asked herself and had to stifle a laugh that wanted out.
"Is something the matter?" she asked calmly, looking concerned. "Is there anything that I can do?"
Sally jumped like she was stung. "Oh ... no ... it's nothing, really. Just a reminder of something I have to do tomorrow." She tried to smile again but it took real effort to pull her lips back and it still didn't look right.
Once the coffee was done they went back into the living room. Alice kept up a steady patter of bright wifely conversation, talking about husbands and houses. Sally's comments were strained and uncertain. She hadn't gotten over her shock and her brain wasn't working well. Alice noted that she kept putting her hand into her skirt pocket as if to make certain that scrap of photo was still there.
Once the coffee was done Alice knew that her job was over. She got to her feet and went to the door. "Well, goodnight," she shrilled. "I've got to get home to take care of Jim. By the way, Sally, what's your husband's first name? I should know it, but I'm such a silly. I forgot it."
Sally was uncertain for a moment, as if her mind was far away. "Oh ... it's Henry."
"Oh course. That's it ... Henry. Well I must hurry along. I did enjoy that chat and the coffee. Good night." She went out the door before Sally could answer and hurried down the walk and up the street. She had to force herself to walk-to restrain herself from running.
It's done!, she thought to herself in triumph. We did it. She's so frightened of being caught that she'll do anything to keep that other half of the photo from coming out. She laughed softly as she came to her home and went in the door.
She had just taken her coat off when she heard the car drive up. The door slammed and Jim came into the room.
"Hi, honey. How did you do?" she asked brightly.
CHAPTER TEN
Alice was up with the sun the next morning. Even in those few moments before she was really awake she felt a sense of excitement. Jim was surprised to see her wide awake so early, but he didn't say so. He just ate his breakfast and went off to work.
After Jim had gone she felt so uneasy, so excited! She knew that it was far too early to go up to the shack, but she had to remind herself over and over to wait. Checking the camera, she realized that there were only four more shots. Alice didn't want to assume that Jack would have more film so she ran down to the shopping center and got two more boxes of film. By that time it was almost nine o'clock. Just one more hour and she'll be there, she reminded herself. At twenty after, she was ready to go. She had the camera and the extra film.
At last she couldn't wait any longer and slipped out of the house and hurried up the hill.
She and Jack had planned that only she, he and Teddy would know about this. For now anyway. She took the long way around the hill because she didn't want to risk Sally seeing her on the way up. She got to the shack. Jack was there already. She could sense that he was excited and more than a little nervous. She put the camera in the box and went in with Jack.
"Relax," she said laughing. "It won't be so bad. In fact I think you are going to have that ball that Al was planning on last night."
The boy still seemed uncertain.
"Look, honey, it will be just the same. She won't want to go along but she has no choice. I had no choice, remember? Once you get her on that bunk she'll come around, just like I did. Don't worry, Jack. Just think, you will have two of us to be the boss over!"
He smiled, encouraged by her words. He looked at the watch on his wrist.
"It's almost time. You better get back there now before she comes."
Alice hurried to the door and after peeking out to make certain that Sally wasn't in view, she hurried out to the rear of the shack and slipped inside the box and pulled it flush against the wall once she was inside. That done, she settled herself. She could see into the room nicely. There was enough light for the camera and the bunk had been moved so that it was directly in front of her. A shaft of light from a window fell across it, giving some extra light.
Just as she was about to whisper some silly comment she heard someone walking up the path. There was a hesitant knock at the door. Jack was startled for a moment and Alice thought he wouldn't open the thing but he finally moved and swung the door open.
At first Sally just stood in the doorway, trying to see into the room. Her eyes were dazzled by the bright sunlight outside. Jack didn't say a word. He just stepped back and it was apparent that he wanted her to come in. She hesitated a bit then, looking over her shoulder, she came into the shack. Jack shut the door and turned to her. He still hadn't said a word. He just smiled at her.
Sally's voice sounded rusty as she tried to talk. "Look ... I was supposed to meet someone here ... are you the one who...." She stopped in confusion. Jack still didn't speak. He just reached in his pocket and took out the other half of the photo. Alice could hear Sally's sharp intake of breath as she saw the photo.
"Oh ... you are the one...."
She couldn't go on. Alice could sense the embarrassment that the other woman must be feeling. Sally looked around and saw the bunk and seeing that it was the only place to sit in the room, she made for it. Her legs were shaking badly and it looked like she might fall if she didn't sit down pretty soon!
She sat on the bunk and Alice could see her struggle to regain her composure. Jack didn't move. He just stood there with the photo still in his hand. Alice saw Sally eyeing the photo and could sense that the other woman was estimating how far away it was and if she could jump forward and snatch it from the boy. Evidently she decided against it. She licked her lips and spoke again.
"Well, you have the picture. You know what you want for it. What is it? If you must know, I don't have much money. I suppose that is what you want ... Well, what is it? ... Oh, for Christ sake, please talk to me. You don't have to play the big silent man. I'm already scared. Just tell me what you want for it and let me out of here!"
Jack finally moved. He crossed the room and stood by the bunk. "Well Mrs. Harris ... we...I ... don't want any money. That's not the idea." Sally was surprised and stared at the boy, puzzled. It was like a summer rerun for Alice. She could almost hear herself talking with the boy in the same situation.
"If you don't want money, what on earth is the reason for all this? Why did you scare me to death and make me come up to this filthy place? Please. Answer me!"
"You see, Mrs. Harris, we have a sort of a club up here and ... well the only girl is Teresa Jones, and you know how little she is and she can't ... well, she can't join in all our games. We knew about you and ... I thought you might like to join our little club once in a while."
Sally sat staring at him, her mouth hung open. She made funny sounds at the back of her throat. Alice had to jam her fist in her own mouth to keep from laughing out loud. "You mean you want me to ... with you? Is that your price for the...." Her face took on a funny red flush. She was having trouble swallowing.
For an instant, Alice was afraid that she might be having some sort of stroke or something. At last she found her voice again. "Oh, you have to be kidding me!! "
But she could see that he wasn't. "Please, what you want is impossible and ... well ... you're just a boy! I can't ... you're much too young. I could get in much worse trouble and even if I did ... Oh, please isn't there something else that you would take for that picture?"
Jack just smiled and shook his head. Sally was really shaken now! She found a pack of cigarettes and her hands shook as she tried to shake a cigarette out and light it. Jack seemed to know that it was the right time.
"Just think, Mrs. Harris. How would your husband react if he got this in the mail, at his office, or at the church? All I want from you is something that you seem to like, at least you liked it on Wednesday nights." She flinched as if he had hit her but she didn't argue. She just listened. Her head was down and Alice could see she was trying to think. "I'm the boss in here, Mrs. Harris. If you want the picture back you will just have to earn it."
Sally was still trying to think her way out of it, but Alice knew that it was useless. There was no other answer for her. At last, Sally gave a shudder and Jack and Alice knew that she had come to her decision. She looked up and tried to look tough and careless. "All right. If that's your price, I suppose I'll have to pay it." She was trying to be tough but her nerve failed her and her voice broke and faltered. "Do you want it right here ... or ... Oh ... I don't. . . "
Jack was on her like a tiger. "That's right, Mrs. Harris. Right here and right now. Take off your things."
The blunt command stung Sally and her temper flared for a moment, then it died away. She just sat there staring at him but she made no move to do as he said.
"I just told you to undress, Mrs. Harris. I think you should do it or I'll do it for you and you wouldn't want to have to go home in what is left!"
Alice felt a thrill deep in her vagina when he said that. She remembered that the boy had said almost the same to her just a few days ago and what had happened afterwards. Each word of his threat seemed to lash at Sally and she flinched again, but this time she moved.
Almost as if she were moving under water she laid her purse aside and reached up. Her blind fingers found the buttons on the blouse and undid them. Under the blouse she wore a bra and Alice was disappointed. Alice realized that this would make a good picture and she snapped it. She caught Sally with the blouse half off. She was staring back at the boy. The blouse fluttered to the floor and she still stared as she unhooked the snaps on her skirt and let it fall to the floor with the blouse. She stood in front of the boy in her bra and panties and a pair of high heels.
Alice saw the woman's gaze change focus and knew that she was staring at the boy's trousers and the growing mass under them. She seemed surprised at the size of the bulge in the boy's pants. Her eyes flickered back to his face but returned to the bulge over and over.
Being very casual, Jack took off his shirt and then his trousers. He kicked off his tennis shoes and he wore no socks. "Think you still have some clothes on, Mrs. Harris, or did you forget?" He said in a low voice.
Sally flushed and with shaking hands she reached behind herself and unhooked the bra and let it fall. She sat back on the bed and peeled her panties down her slim thighs and dropped them. She kicked her shoes off too and sat naked on the bunk, her legs curled under her. She was staring openly at the bulge in his shorts now and Alice thought she was breathing a little faster. Jack moved closer till he was standing next to the bunk.
"Help me with the shorts, Mrs. Harris. Pull them down for me." She looked angry for a moment and Alice thought she would fight. Instead, Sally just took a deep breath and looked at the door to be certain that it was firmly shut and then she raised her hands to the boy's waist. Alice got another picture as the trembling woman was pulling the boy's shorts to his knees. His swollen organ popped out and stood quivering in the woman's face. Her eyes never left it.
When she didn't move or say a word after his shorts were off, Jack reached down and caught her hand and placed it on his cock. The fingers automatically curled around the shaft and tightened.
"Ohhhhh," Sally breathed and finally she looked up at the boy with mute pleading in her eyes. Alice couldn't figure what she wanted, "to be left alone or to be had?"
"Go on, Mrs. Harris. Last night we heard all about how you like to give head. Show me what those two guys taught you. Suck me, too."
Alice saw the blush of shame and confusion flood the slender woman's face as she stared at the boy with shocked eyes. Jack reached out and cupped his hand at the back of her head and pulled her forward.
Sally whimpered when her face came inches from his throbbing penis. Then it was pressing against her tightly closed lips and brushed against her cheek.
"Oh please....", she whispered but she never finished the sentence. The red dripping tip was right before her lips now and she seemed to give up. She opened her mouth to a round oval and let it press into her. Even from across the room Alice could hear the sucking sounds as Sally sucked and licked the shaft as it violated her mouth. Alice got two good shots' of them. The clicking sounds didn't seem to carry that far because Sally gave no evidence of hearing them. She continued to mouth the organ.
Jack dropped his hand now and Sally's head bobbed over his organ without guidance. His hands fell to her shoulders and felt of her flesh as she sucked and nibbled. One hand slipped between them and found her breast. Sally shuddered as the boy toyed with her swollen nipple. With his rod still in her mouth she looked up at him. Her eyes were bright. She stared at him in total surrender and sucked harder at the organ that had invaded her mouth.
Jack lifted her head from his cock, her mouth dripping strings of lubrication. Gently he pushed her back until she lay sprawled on the blanket. Slowly she opened her thighs and allowed him to see her wet mound. Her hips moved in little jerking motions. Jack understood the invitation and quickly got on the bed and between those thighs. Alice watched as his moist organ found the other woman's opening and slid up into her and saw her thighs rise up and clasp the boy's torso.
"Oh Jack, you really are a big boy, aren't you?" Sally said, almost laughing at the pleasure she felt. "If I had known that you wanted me like this we could have worked something out, honey ... you didn't have to scare me so." Her arms went around the boy and she clung to him as he plunged deep up in her in long steady strokes. Alice felt that she was totally wet and felt envy at the woman who was getting that fat organ and she had nothing. She was tempted to crawl out of the box and go find Jerry who she knew was waiting out front but she didn't dare.
Instead, she raised her skirt and slipped her own finger up against her burning clitoris and masturbated as she watched and snapped picture after picture of the two on the bunk. Alice heard Sally cry and sob and knew that the greedy bitch was having an orgasm. But Jack didn't stop, he kept up the pace. His white rod working in and out of the woman under him. Alice could see froth at Sally's vagina and see her slack pleasure filled face as she accepted the swollen sausage deep inside of her. Sally had pulled her thighs up until they almost touched her shoulders as if she was begging Jack to go deeper in her. Alice could see Jack's muscles tighten and saw his frantic strokes increasing and she knew that he was filling Sally with his hot seed!
The door opened and Jerry came into the room. He stared at the couple with lustful young eyes and then quickly stripped off his own clothing. Sally hadn't seen him yet. She was so full of pleasure from her second climax that she was blinded by pleasure.
When Jack had finished he simply pulled away from Sally and stood aside as Jerry replaced him between her quivering thighs. Sensing the presence of another boy at last, Sally opened her eyes and saw him standing over her.
"Oh, God noooooo," she whimpered, but Jerry didn't waste any time and in seconds he was deep in her steaming cunt. Sally shuddered at the fresh invasion of her delicate tissues. "Please, Jack, please don't let him do this, it makes me feel so cheap ... Ughhh ughhhh." But Jack just smiled at her as Jerry was plunging deep into her heaving belly. In just seconds the friction had driven Sally to accept the new boy and she threw her thighs over his slender back and began her own heaving and thrusting motions, pressing her body up to the boy, accepting his raging lust.
Alice was half out of her own mind as she watched. Her own finger was wet as it toyed and teased her clitoris, but she ached for the real thing! Jack seemed to sense her problem. He walked away from the two and came to the opening in the wall.
"Okay, it's your turn coming up. Come on in," he said quietly. Alice almost tore the crate apart getting it away from the wall. She had handed Jack the camera and the photos. At last she was out and she hurried around the shack and to the door. At the door she paused to listen. She heard Jerry's sighs and moans as he emptied himself into Sally. She heard Sally's moans of pleasure as she was having her own third orgasm. Alice waited still longer. Then she heard Jack speaking to the woman again.
"Mrs. Harris? Mrs. Harris? Can you hear me? Good, because you have one more of us to take care of." Sally made some whimpering words that Alice couldn't understand. Jack laughed softly. "No, don't worry. I know you must be sore. It won't hurt you there any more. Just wipe up a little and meet the senior member of our club." Alice heard her cue and she slipped into the room.
For a moment Sally didn't know her but then her mouth fell open in surprise. "Alice? What. . . do you ... were you watching...? " She couldn't go on. Her face was deep scarlet and she closed her eyes tight as if she did Alice would simply disappear. Alice was so overexcited that she didn't give any other thought to anything but her own hunger. She stripped off her things and sat on the bed beside Sally. Her weight on the bed roused Sally and she looked up and saw that Alice was naked! "What are you doing?" she asked weakly. But deep in her mind she knew what they wanted next. Before she could fight it, Jack took over again.
"I told you that you have to take care of the other member. It's like an initiation." He bent over and caught one of Sally's limp hands and pressed one finger up against Alice's steaming lips. Jack rubbed his finger up and down the-open slit. Alice groaned and lay back a bit and spread her thighs. Jack let go of her hand and Sally jerked it back as if it were burned.
"Oh no!" she almost shouted. "I'm no queer! You can't make me do that for her. No! I won't do it!! " Jack just smiled and held up the handful of photos of Sally and the boys.
"These would look good on your husband's bulletin board at work or at the church, wouldn't they?" Sally's bleary eyes focused on the shots and she lost her color again. "Now move over and make room for Mrs. Murray. You have work to do!"
Almost like a puppet, Sally edged over and allowed Alice enough room to lay flat on the bunk. Sally's eyes never left the photos in the boy's hand. It was like watching a drunk eyeing a full bottle that stood before him.
Jack smiled and handed the photos to Jerry.
"That's better, Mrs. Harris. Now I want you to sit up and then get between Mrs. Murray's legs here."
Silently, Sally did as she was told. Alice could see tears in her eyes. Jack helped her and positioned her so that she was kneeling directly over Alice's twitching opening.
Jack put his hand to the back of her head and pressed it downward. "You give head, Mrs. Harris. What's the difference if you give it to a man or a woman? It's still the same idea, now isn't it?"
Sally shuddered again but she didn't fight the hand that pressed her down. Alice felt the hair brushing her spread thighs. Then came the feel of a warm face as it pressed up against her flesh.
"Good. Now put out your tongue. You know where it will feel best, don't you, Mrs. Harris?"
Sally nodded her head and Alice felt the warm, live tongue search against her aching flesh and then found the-swelling clitoris. Electric jolts raced up her spine and she couldn't help making sounds as the other's tongue licked and the lips sucked at her clitoris.
Queer or not, Alice thought to herself, she knows how it's done. She's done this before! Alice reached down and pressed the other woman's head deeper between her thighs and almost smothered the woman. Glancing across her body she saw Jack, his cock was growing again. As she watched it swell and come erect she felt a hunger for it, but the tongue between her legs was giving her so much pleasure that she couldn't bring herself to push Sally away to get at the organ. Jack smiled at her and moved around and knelt on the bed behind Sally. He lifted her to her knees. She knelt like that, her face between Alice's thighs, her back sloping up to her trembling buttocks.
Jack moved closer and from the reaction of Sally's body Alice knew that he was in her again. The sucking woman shuddered and licked harder. Alice found one of Sally's hands and lifted it to her breast and the fingers felt and toyed with it. Sally was totally involved now. She didn't fight Jack's entry. She didn't fight her sucking duties. In fact, her free hand stroked Alice's full thigh, her fingers sending delicious trails of pleasure across the woman's body.
Not a word was spoken for a long while. The shack was filled with slight sounds as body slapped against body. Slight sucking sounds echoed in the rafters and small sighs of pleasure mingled with the others. There was a small clicking sound also and Alice knew that Jerry was taking pictures but she couldn't care less! She had given herself up to the searching, talented tongue between her thighs.
At last Alice felt her own long sought orgasm swell and burst and she lay there soaking in the joy of fulfillment. Jack's plunging stalk had driven Sally to her climax also and she sobbed and gulped for air as she lay with her cheek against Alice's wet, slobbering sex. The three of them lay silently on the bed, all their energy spent. Each of them fulfilled and content.
Sally was the first to revive. Sitting up she reached for the towel that hung on the bunk and wiped herself off. "Well ... I suppose that there's no use in trying to pretend that I didn't like all this, is there?" No one said a word. She turned to Jack and smiled. "You never planned to send the photo to my husband did you ? "
Smiling, Jack shook his head.
She looked down at Alice. "This is all your idea, isn't it, dear? You and your silly coffee-clatch chatter last night. You must have had a big laugh at how frightened I was, didn't you?"
Alice didn't say a word she just smiled a little.
Sally laughed a little ruefully. "Well, I guess I'm in the club, eh?" She turned to Jack. "Or didn't I pass the test?"
Jack had to laugh. He touched her breast and teased her nipple a bit.
"Oh no!" she said laughing as she pulled away. "After last night and the past hour, I don't think I want any more of that, thank you. I'm full up, honey!! "
After a little talk, the boys dressed and left. Alice and Sally were alone. Sally eyed Alice with a smile. "Now that we are alone, I want some answers, honey. What on earth ever let you get mixed up with a bunch of kids like this? Oh, it's fun I'll admit, but don't you know what could happen to us if we were caught? I must admit, you had me fooled. I thought you were "Miss Nicey-nice. I almost fainted when I saw you in here. How did you ever get this thing started?"
Feeling a little embarrassed, Alice told the story of her being caught, the photos and the boys and finally, about Teresa. Sally listened with her eyes open wide. It was as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Alice felt herself blush as the story unfolded.
"So you figured you needed help in servicing these young studs? How did you know about Al and Frank and Wednesday nights?"
Alice told all of that too. It was Sally's turn to blush and be embarrassed. "They have been watching us that long? Oh God! I never knew, they never made a sound until last night. Wow! I suppose we gave them a real education at that."
"Speaking of that, what ever possessed you to start this?" Alice asked. "How did you get started with those low-lifes anyway?" Sally fidgeted for a moment, then she sighed.
"Oh, it's a long story. One day last year I had a little accident with the car. Dear Henry is very strict you know and I was afraid to tell him about it. I took the car to the boys to be fixed up, but I couldn't pay the bill. I guess I thought I could work out some sort of payment plan, but Al, he's the boss, wasn't having any of that. He took me into their back office and shouted at me and made all sorts of threats. It really scared me and I cried. Then he told me that it would be on the cuff if I would play along. I didn't understand what he meant until he started to paw me-right there in that dirty office!" She paused a bit, trying to get her thoughts in order. "You see, Alice, up until that moment my sex life had been a little, shall we say straight? Henry is a stuffy bastard, excuse my language, but he really is! All he cares about is his precious little job and his church duties. He doesn't care about anybody or anything. All he wants is for other people to think he is a great man, but they never will because he just isn't. Well, anyway, I wasn't prepared for Al. I was so upset about the bill for the car and all, well I just let him do it to me, right on the desk! Even as upset as I was I realized that it was better than anything that Henry had ever given me. Before I could even start thinking straight, Frank came in and took over. Alice, I spent almost the whole afternoon in there with them. They made me do all sorts of nasty things. Well, I thought they were nasty at the time. I couldn't admit it to myself but I loved every minute of it! I almost cried when they couldn't go on. Old Al was true to his word. He gave me the bill marked paid and they let me go. I didn't hear from them or go near them for a couple of weeks but after that afternoon, Henry really turned me off. Finally I couldn't take it any more and I went back to the shop and told them about my free Wednesday nights. That's it! They come on that one night a week and tear me up. You know, you've seen it. I love it. It makes the rest of the week possible for me. If it hadn't been for them I think I would have gone nuts by now."
Alice wanted to ask a question, but she was interrupted by the sound of running feet on the path and the door burst open. It was Jerry and he looked scared.
"Mrs. Murray! Mr. Harris has Teresa and Teddy. He caught them up in the bushes and he says he's going to call the cops on them!! " Alice was stunned. She realized that if the police were called her own involvement with the children might come out. Sally was quicker in shaking off the shock.
"Oh that bastard! Honey, Henry is a real mean man. He'll do it. Believe me. We have to stop him somehow. Come on!" They dressed quickly and hurried down the hill. Going through Alice's yard, they got on the sidewalk so that they could approach Sally's house from the front. Up the steps they went and into the house. Once they were inside, they could hear Teresa sobbing and hear Henry Harris speaking in a loud, hard voice. He sounded happy as he was brow beating the children.
"Now, you children, listen to me. I want to know just how long you have been playing these disgusting games on the hill. I want you to tell me right now. Young man, you are a beast leading this child on in your perversions."
Alice and Sally hurried into the room. Teresa sat at the kitchen table. Her eyes were red from crying. Teddy stood stiffly in front of the angry man. Both children looked at the women as they entered. When she saw Alice, Teresa's face took on some hope.
"What is all this, Henry? Why are you shouting?" Sally was wonderful. She had just the right tone of wonder and concern.
"It's better that you don't hear, Sally," he answered in a righteous voice "I came home for lunch and you weren't here, so I decided to take a little walk while I waited for you. I stumbled on these children. They were naked in the bushes and they were ... Well, never mind what they were doing. I plan to question them and then, when I have the whole story, I plan to call the police!" He seemed so pleased with himself, so holy, that Alice felt a real hatred for the little man in front of her. She wanted to hurt him!
In her anger, Alice's mind began to work and a plan suddenly came to her. She heard herself talking almost before she knew what to say.
"I think that you have the right idea, Mr. Harris, but I don't think you are going about it in the right way. Why don't you go into the room back there and we will send each child to you separately. I think it would be easier to get answers if you have them alone, don't you?" He was so self-important that he didn't notice the gleam in her eye as she made the suggestion. He turned on his heel and marched to the back room. His back was stiff as he went. He stopped at the door and spoke to her.
"That's a good idea, Mrs. Murray. It should be easier to get the truth from them."
Sally stared at her in horror. Teddy looked like he was about to cry and Teresa looked totally crushed. Alice smiled at all of them. Taking Teresa's arm she led her to the door and whispered to her for a long time. Teresa's face cleared and she smiled and nodded. Then she turned and went into the room, closing the door behind her.
Teddy and Sally still stared at her, puzzled but they didn't say a word. Alice had the camera in her hand and she checked the load. There were still three shots in it. That was enough. "Sally, when you hear Teresa make a coughing sound, I want you to open the door quickly and keep back." Sally didn't understand but she nodded and moved to the door and listened. The minutes ticked by and felt like hours. Sally and Alice could hear a mumble of voices in the room but couldn't make out any words. Then the words stopped and there was a silence. Sally looked at Alice but Alice just shook her head and motioned for her to listen again.
Just at the time when the tension almost broke her, Alice heard the muffled coughing sound and she whispered urgently. "Now! Open it up!"
The door swung open and Alice had to wait a second until she could find them. They were on the couch. There he was, Mr. Wonderful, Mr. Church Leader, his pants at his shoes, the little girl laying across his lap, her shorts at her knees. His head was buried between her legs as he urged the child to suck his hard cock! Henry's head jerked up and he stared openmouthed at the intruders. The light reflected from his glasses as he looked at them. His mouth tried to open to say something, but he could only manage a surprised croak. It was as if they were looking at a posed set of statues. Alice heard Sally gasp as she looked in and saw the two of them. Henry still couldn't move as he stared at them. He looked like an utter fool as the shutter clicked.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Twenty minutes later he looked even more like a fool as he sat on the couch, his head in his hands as he listened to his wife as she berated him.
"Mr. Holier-than-thou," she said. Her voice was full of the scorn she felt for him. "Mr. Scout Master! Is that what you do on those hikes, Henry? Do you get little boys in your tent and teach them tricks like this?" He made a last try at being the "big man". He raised his head and his eyes flashed.
"Now you listen to me, Sally. You stop this. How dare you talk to me like this? Stop waving that photo at me and answer me one question. How did you know to have a camera ready when you opened the door?" It was his last hope and the bluster failed him when Alice ignored the question and took over the taunting.
"I knew because I know your type, Henry Harris. You are a mean, pompous little jerk! All I had to do was tell Teresa to give you the chance and I knew that you would jump at it. You thought you were safe, didn't you, you little snipe? Well you weren't and you aren't now. You may think you can bully your wife, but you can't bully me! You are not only not going to go to the police about the children, but you are not going to object, no matter what we decide to do. The children are our friends and you will be polite and helpful at all times. And if you are not, so help me, I'll take that photo down to your minister and tell him I found it laying in your driveway and thought he should see it before I go to the police! Now do you understand, Mr. Harris? We have you by the balls and we aren't going to let go!"
All during her tirade he seemed to shrink. When he heard the part about taking it to the minister of his church he looked as if he wanted a place to hide.
"That's how it is Henry. That's the way it's going to be from now on. Besides we are thinking of forming a little club for the neighborhood children. They have been using that dirty old shack on the hill and it's not nice enough for them so I have decided that we will donate the playroom! And to make it easier for them to come and go we will cut a new door at the back so that it will open onto the field in back of the house. I want that door started tonight, Henry, and if you are a good boy, we may let you be the towel and wipe up boy. Now your lunch hour is over so I suggest that you scuttle back to your office before your boss spanks you for being late!" Sally turned away and stalked out of the room.
Henry looked about and seeing only hostile faces, he finally got to his feet and walked out the back door. He didn't even have enough nerve to look at anyone as he left.
Once he was gone, Alice and the children all stood looking at each other. Alice felt relief at having escaped. The kids seemed unconcerned. Teresa came up to her and standing on tiptoes, she kissed the woman. "I have to get home. I'm late for lunch too. I'll see you later, Mrs. Murray. Thanks for getting us out of this. I knew I could count on you." One by one they left, each muttering something to her. They were eager to escape before Henry could think of some way out of his own trap. Alice knew that there was no way out for him and that pleased her.
Finally she stood alone in Sally's kitchen and realized that she didn't know where the other woman was. Just then she heard her name being called and looking out the window she saw Sally in the doorway of the playroom, beckoning at her. Surprised, Alice hurried out to join her.
In the playroom, Sally ran to the back wall and showed her where the new door would go. "This way each of us can have a key and we can come and go without anyone noticing us, Alice. Won't that be great? Of course we will have to get a big thick blind for this window now that we know how easy it is to see from the fence." She giggled at that and made both of them some drinks from the bar.
They sat on the sofa and sipped their drinks and laughed at how badly Henry had taken the trick they had pulled on him. "I can't tell you Alice, what a mean little man he's been all these years, so pure and nicey-nice. It was beginning to wear me down. Really it was! Now we have him where he can't wiggle out...." She stopped for a moment-thinking. "Of course you have me where I can't wiggle out, don't you. You have those photos of me, don't you?" Ashamed, Alice rummaged through her purse and found the photos and handed them to Sally. Instead of tearing them up, the woman sat very still and looked at each of them closely. Especially the one that Jerry had taken of her with Alice and Jack. Her voice was lower when she spoke again.
"Ohhh, Alice that was really nice." She moved closer on the couch. "You knew that I lied about never having done that, didn't you?" Alice felt a blush of excitement rise in her face. "Oh yes you did! I can see it in your face. I tried that bit when I was just seventeen-with a nice gym teacher. She thought I did pretty well, but she had to leave school suddenly. I suppose you can figure why?" Her hand came to rest on Alice's thigh and it felt like fire to her. "I've never tried it again until today. And I must admit that it has its points, for a change of pace, I mean, not a regular diet!"
The hand moved again. "I don't think we will tear up those photos. Instead we'll get a nice little lock box and put them in it. You take one copy of that last set and I'll take one copy so that we will each have a little insurance. Okay?" The hand was under Alice's skirt now and she felt the fingers brush against her tightly stretched panties and felt herself growing moist and itchy there. Sally smiled and said, "My, don't you look warm! Why don't you undress and be comfortable?"
Both of them smiled eagerly as they hurriedly stripped off their things. Sally fed her another drink. Alice's head was in a slow lazy whirl. The drinks made her feel almost sleepy.
Sally lay on her back and spread her thighs. "Come here, lover," she cooed at Alice. "You are very nice. Much nicer and softer than that old butchy gym teacher. Come to me and make me happy that I joined the club!"
Smiling foolishly, Alice climbed on top of the other woman and they pressed together. Sally rotated her pelvis and they ground together. Alice had never heard of this and it was wonderful! Sally's arms wrapped around her and held her tight and they concentrated on pressing and rolling their naked bodies together. Their excitement mounted. Alice was sobbing with pleasure and each electric touch made her shudder and twitch. She was so excited that she never heard the door behind them opening and closing softly. Sally heard it and she hugged Alice to her in a tighter grip, urging her to go faster and faster.
It wasn't until she felt the sofa shift that Alice became aware of anyone else in the room. Frightened, she looked over her shoulder and she almost fainted when she saw Al!! His clothes were strewn around the room and her eyes focused on the huge organ standing stiffly at attention. He was kneeling directly behind her and was moving closer. Sally held her in a tight grip as she panted at the man.
"Here she is, just like I promised you on the phone. She's the one that shook us up last night. Give it to her just like I told you to."
Alice tried to struggle loose, but Sally was so strong. She felt the man ease up behind her and suddenly she knew what he would do to her! Images and pictures flashed through her mind and her anus puckered, trying to disappear! It was useless. His blunt organ found her and pressed forward. Alice had no place to go! Sally held her tight and she had to allow the huge penis to enter her quivering anus. The pain was awful! She felt as if she was being torn in half as the fist-sized tip bulled into her.
It seemed as if the pain went on for hours. Alice was hoarse from moaning and crying, begging for him to pull it out. Then, almost in an instant, it was pleasure!! ! She loved the big round shaft up in her bowels. She wasn't fighting to get loose anymore. She fought to press herself back at that punishing rammer, to take more each stroke!
Sally sensed the change in her and loosened her grip. Her sweaty face was smiling as she kissed the tears away from Alice's cheeks.
"There, that's better now, isn't it? Oh don't be angry Alice, I just had to pay you for the bad night you just gave me. Besides how do you like the newest member of the Walnut Street Club?? "
