Authoress Elizabeth Watson has produced another shocking expose of suburban life, this time centering around a political aspirant in a small town and his new family. We are shown, in this exciting work, the behind-the-scenes world of Ben Parker and his wife Ellen who find that they are in reality strangers to each other.
Ellen Parker makes the mistake of neglecting her young son Tim and entrusts him to the care of a governess who has some very special ideas about child care. This story has two main themes: first, the innocence of Ellen Parker, and second, the innocence of her son, Tim. Tim and his mother are each divested of this innocence in different ways at approximately the same time, and consequently, mother and son find themselves linked together in a way neither would have suspected at the beginning of the story.
It is the ruthless and callous treatment by Ellen Parker's husband that eventually brings about the unique denouement of this novel. His . ambition blinds him to all those around him, just as Ellen's love for him blinds her to her young son's plight.
Colette, the French governess, strange as her ideas may be, is the only character in this fast-paced story, who keeps her wits about her and causes an interaction among the others. She is rewarded in a sense by the stability of her prize pupil through circumstances that would tend to obliterate the normal adolescent's psyche. This, at least, is to her credit. But how are we to evaluate the final passages of this startling work? We leave the verdict to you, the reader, and to Ben Parker's supporters in his race for political office. Miss Watson seems to be telling us, however, that there is more than one story here ... there are several ... each equally important in this compelling, complex, modem fable. We are sure you will find it exciting and pertinent reading.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"No, Ben ... No ... not here ... Tim might see us!" They were standing at the door watching the men bring in the last of the new furniture from the van. Soon all the things they'd bought at Warbolt's department store would be set up in the house. Ellen squirmed like a little girl, giggling as she removed her new husband's hand from its tenacious position on her cushiony soft buttocks. His hand seemed to burn right through her short skirt and nylon panties. Ellen laughed nervously, her youthful face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and flattery. Casting a quick glance behind her, she reassured herself that her young son was elsewhere in the big house and not observing the intimacy that had just taken place between his mother and his new stepfather. Then she turned back to face her husband, her dark eyes flashing a message of excitement.
"Darling...." she whispered, putting her arms around his neck and pushing her voluptuous pointed breasts against his chest.
Tim flattened himself against the wall of the dining room. He had moved quickly so that his mother wouldn't see him, and now he held his breath fearfully, trying to assimilate what he'd just seen.
His heart was thumping loudly and it seemed to be somewhere in his throat constricting his breathing so that he had to gasp for air. Tears came to his eyes as the details of what he had just seen continued to flash before his eyes in vivid color.
His stepfather's big, meaty hand slipping up the back of his mother's dress ... sliding up the silky material and exposing the long length of her pale, stocking-covered thighs, showing a part of his mother's legs that he had never seen before.. And that man was touching her there! Never in all his life had he dreamed that he would see such a thing. His mother seemed untouchable, so fragile that she could only be gazed upon, or perhaps softly kissed upon the cheek at bed time.
"MOTHER!" he thought to himself, visualizing the sweet dark-haired woman who had been everything to him for 12 years now ... she had been both father and mother to him since her early divorce. But now, he thought darkly, ... all that has changed!
Ben's hand had moved slowly upward along the back of his mother's sensuously rounded leg. The big fingers had moved nervously, groping upward toward that place where her softly curved buttocks were, seemingly innocent and unaware, still partially covered by the skirt of her dress. Then the material dropped down over his stepfather's hand, and Tim could only see the obscene bulge of it, as Ben's fingers groped the tender nether flesh beneath his mother's dress! How it undulated and slithered under there! He had thought he was going to be sick to his stomach, but now that he had moved away and could no longer see the two of them, the only thing that Tim felt, as he stared sightlessly in front of him in the big dining room filled with packing crates, was hatred. A burning hatred for this man who had come so suddenly and forcefully into his mother's life and his!
When he'd first met Ben a few short months before, it had seemed highly unlikely that his mother would do anything more than have dinner with him once or twice, the way it usually was when she met a new man. But Ben had kept returning to their small apartment in Wilton, New York, and there were times when Tim knew that his mother had stayed out with him most of the night. And then one terrible day, she had cleared her throat ominously after dinner, and Tim had gotten that sick feeling in the pit of his stomach that he sometimes had when he knew that something dreadful was going to happen. Digging his spoon into the ice-cream she had served for dessert, he had listened with burning ears to the news that Ben was going to be his new father within a matter of weeks.
"You'll like Ben," he could remember her saying in that soft sweet voice of hers. And her eyes had sparkled with a faraway look as she told him what a good kind man he was ... how much he liked little boys and how wonderful their life was soon going to be!
"Yes, Mother ... H he'd whispered into his ice-cream. "Yes...."
He'd said little else ... knowing that there was no use in begging and pleading with her to keep their lives as they were. He could sense her determination to marry Ben, and even then he realized that he'd always known that one day someone would come between him and his mother. He had never quite known how he would cope with this eventuality, but one thing was sure now, he intended to fight it with every trick he knew.
Now he stood up straight, recalling his determination, and using it now to help him recover from the hideous sight of his stepfather's hand rummaging up between his mother's long beautiful legs. The first thing he had to do was keep his eyes open. He vowed that nothing would happen in this big new house that he wouldn't know about and somehow, some day ... the sooner the better ... he would find a way to get rid of his new stepfather.
As he quickly darted through the dining room and kitchen, and out through the back door of the country house, he knew that his most powerful enemy was his mother really ... she was obviously so happy and so blinded with love that she couldn't see what was happening!
Standing under the big oak tree out back, Tim looked up into the almost bare branches and then up at the top floor of the house.
"She thinks he's so hot!" he said aloud, clenching his small fists. "I'll prove to her that he's not!"
* * *
The new bed was in place, but there were as yet no covers on the bare mattress. Ellen contemplated the new piece of furniture and then turned toward Ben.
"What a luxury to have all new furniture!" she said. "Oh, Ben, I'm so happy!"
"Prove it to me then!" Ben said pointedly. His hands were already roving up and down Ellen's back, moving slowly, warming her flesh beneath the material of her dress, applying little pressures as they began to slip around toward the full round orbs of her breasts.
"We are on our honeymoon, you know!" he said, nibbling at her ear.
Ellen could feel her husband's moustache tickling her neck, and the warm moisture of his breath reached her ear, sending a thrill of desire coursing through her. It was happening again! She had gone so many years without this special magic happening to her that she had been sure it would never occur. And now, with Ben, every time he came close to her she was all but consumed by an overwhelming need for him. It was almost embarrassing that she felt such a strong physical yearning for him ... but she tried to persuade herself that it was normal ... that that was what the world was about after all. And he was her husband now, after all ... she could let her feeling go without guilt!
Nevertheless as Ben's fingers slowly found their way to the sides of her breasts, she found herself wondering what Tim was doing. She hadn't been paying too much attention to her little boy, she realized ... not in the last few days, anyway ... what with the wedding and moving and all!
"What are you thinking about ... penny for your thoughts!" Ben said, noticing that she was a trifle distracted. Ellen looked up at her husband's strong, craggy face ... his dark hair and moustache made him look just ever so much like Omar Shariff, she thought ... someone she'd always admired in the movies. Who would have thought that one day she would marry a man like him?
"Tim...." she said. "I was wondering what he's doing!"
"Oh, no need to worry ... I saw him out in the back yard ... and when I spoke to him he said he was going to explore the neighborhood to see if there were any kids around. He's probably a mile away by now!"
It was a bit disconcerting to think of her boy being "a mile away", but Ellen told herself that that was Ben's way of speaking.. he had a tendency to exaggerate things sometimes. And now the steady pressure of his hands on her trembling breasts was making her relax. How nice that Tim had gone out for a little while.
"We have plenty of time!" Ben said, pulling his young wife's pliant body as close to his as he possibly could, letting the firm proud peaks of her breasts push into his chest. He could tell that she wasn't wearing any bra ... and the thought of it inflamed him. It was one of the things he had asked of her just before they were married, and she was turning out to be a willing and apt pupil. His hands moved swiftly around to the front of her dress, and she gasped as she heard the buttons popping ... one of them falling to the soft carpet below them as he slipped into her open front and found the bare whiteness of her breasts, quivering slightly, waiting for his touch.
"Oh, baby!" he muttered, letting the silken mounds slide beneath his fingers, fondling and teasing them, dwelling lovingly upon the smooth, firm flesh and twisting the nipples softly between his thumb and forefinger, making them rise stiff and hard while he toyed with them. He thought about what a lucky man he was to have found such an incredible woman. He knew many who would give their eye teeth to be in his position now. She was a young woman, but not too young ... and a beautiful woman, who had been lonely so long that now she was just ripe for him. It excited him no end to realize that he could and would mold her into just the kind of woman he wanted. She was absolutely perfect for his needs!
Ben slid the tip of his tongue between Ellen's slightly parted lips, watching her face through half-closed eyelids as he began to kiss her. Her head was tilted back a bit, and her long, dark-fringed eyelashes fluttered butterfly-like as his hands continued to smooth and pet her tender, sensitive breasts. She was beautiful, he thought, more beautiful than any woman he had ever known ... and she was his! Sweat began to stand out on his forehead as his tongue searched out each wet tiny crevice of her willingly open mouth. Her own tongue mingled with his, answering his and thrusting forward between his teeth. Her slender body felt warm all over against his and he wanted to rip off every stitch of clothing she was wearing. Down between their tightly clasped bodies, his swelling penis was growing to enormous proportions, fully erecting into a long, thick shaft that throbbed hotly against her quivering belly.
Let's get this show on the road! he thought. "Come on," he said huskily...."Come on!"
Suddenly breaking away from his new young wife, he caught her hand and pulled her toward the unmade bed ... and Ellen followed, flushed and out of breath, her dark, curly hair mussed and her dress open at the front and already rumpled from being pressed so close to her husband's body. Her eyes half closed, dulled with lust, she sat upon the bed, allowing Ben to undress her as though she had no will of her own. And it was curious ... when she was with him, that was exactly the way she felt ... but there was something deliciously exciting about the sensation of being completely dominated by such a wonderful man ... such a strong male figure ... giving in to him was pleasure that she would not deny herself, especially now ... in their very own house and very own bedroom!
Ben peeled her dress from her like the skin of a luscious grape, revealing the soft, round melons of her widely-spaced, brown-tipped breasts. Ellen trembled, feeling the silken skin of her breasts cooled by the brisk, fall air that drifted in through the open upstairs window. Her husband was scrutinizing her, examining every bit of her openly exposed flesh as his deft fingers tossed her dress to the floor. She felt like a small child instead of a full grown 28-year-old woman as she sat on the side of the bed clothed only in the tiny transparency of her nylon panties.
Anticipation was a living tiling inside her as she breathlessly watched Ben hurriedly slip out of his own clothes. Instinctively, she turned her eyes away as his boxer shorts ... the last article of his clothing ... was tossed across the room. She knew that he was hard ... that he was unbelievably hard and big, and a thrill went through her at the thought that that wonderful male instrument, so powerful and oddly lewd, would shortly be entering her own soft body! Her eyes were cast downwards as Ben returned to her and pressed his face between the beautiful melon-shaped swellings of her quivering breasts, hungrily running his big tongue from one perfectly erect nipple to the other. With a sigh, Ellen caught onto his slowly bobbing head.slipping her fingers through his black wavy hair. Her breasts felt hot and swollen as his teeth began gently nibbling her tingling nipples. She wanted to lie back, and she gently pulled him back onto the bare bed with her, feeling him push himself up a little and press his entire body over hers as they fell back. Against the smooth inner surface of her pale naked thighs, she felt the thick bulbous head of Ben's enormous cock. It bumped against her, grazing along her leg and, with a perfect homing instinct, finding the full, hair-covered mound of her softly pulsating pussy. A tremendous shudder of desire raced through both of them and Ellen felt all of her muscles contracting in a sensation that was so strong it was almost painful.
Oh, she wanted him ... God, she wanted to feel his hardness throbbing deep up inside her!
Once more Ellen felt a recurrence of the feeling that she hardly knew this man who was now her husband, and who had become the new father of her little boy. It was always a shock when she realized that a few short months ago she hadn't even known this man existed ... and now here he was sharing her most intimate treasures, touching her all over The round sensuous curves of her thighs and hips were seemingly in wait only for him ... the gently curving line of her naked belly, topping the crown of the tremulous pubic "vee" between her long legs, existed in this moment only for this man ... and down below ... a dark, curly fringe of hair glistened wetly through the thin material of her panties, where an irrepressible moisture seeped in anticipation of Ben's stiff and swollen cock.
Ben's hotly throbbing cock was beet red and so hard that he thought it might explode at any moment. He was going to go crazy if he didn't enter her soon. He had made love to her a few times before their short, informal wedding that morning, but never to his complete satisfaction, he knew. Now she was his ... and she was going to know what it meant to be fucked and fucked good! She thought it was so good before ... wait till she gets a taste of this! The bluntness of his thoughts echoed the impatience that he was feeling as he hurriedly hooked his thumbs into the thin elastic band of Ellen's panties and pulled them down over her smooth white hips and legs. He could feel her raising herself up, lifting the full, pliant moons of her softly trembling buttocks up from the bare mattress so that the obstructing material could be easily removed.
The fabric of the mattress felt cool and strange on her newly bared buttocks and she could feel one of the tufted buttons digging into her back. But the tender, gentle throbbing of her nakedly exposed pussy made her forget everything but her need to have him close to her again, to feel his bluntedged cudgel worming its way up into her tight, receptive opening.
"Oh, Ben...." she crooned, "Oh, sweetheart!"
He hovered over her on his knees, her long legs between his spread thighs, letting his long, thick cock bob forward near her as it protruded from his naked loins at the base of his flat, muscular stomach. Looking down at her, Ben began to fantasize the wonderful games that he had in mind for this beautiful woman. She seemed to be created for love and nothing else ... created for him! It was like having a virgin, only better, because she was more ripe and ready for loving ... more open to suggestion. She was groaning a little now, and he felt a distinct surge of pleasure as he watched the expression of torment that twisted his lovely new wife's features. His lust-bloated penis gave a lurch on its own accord, and he had to hold himself back to keep from cumming right then and there ... all over her satiny white nakedness. He let his fingers wander down along the soft quivering surface of Ellen's body, knowing that every second he waited before entering her was sheer torture for her. But he thought he would let her wait for just a little while longer. Prolonging it only made it better, and besides, he wanted her to really beg for it! His thick middle finger approached the curve of her lower belly, and Ellen began to toss her head back and forth, her dark curls tumbling over her forehead and eyes and spilling across the bare mattress. Ben let his finger twirl into the moist, curly hair of her waiting pussy, and then abruptly spread apart the small, pulsating pillows of secret flesh. He peered curiously downward, examining the coral pink of her wide open cunt, feeling her twist and moan in protest, pleading for mercy as she realized what he was doing. Ignoring her, he pressed the thick pad of his finger onto the tiny little head of Ellen's clitoris, finding it hidden at the top of her tremulously seeping pussy, deeply sunken between two folds of trembling pink flesh.
"OH!" The tiny knob of flesh jumped, jerking to erection, twitching and swelling beneath the relentless pressure of Ben's middle finger.
"OH, OH, OH!! " she cried, as he began a slow rubbing motion in the steadily moistening opening of her willingly spread cunt. She was lost in the throes of her mounting pleasure, her face a mask of ecstasy as beads of perspiration stood out upon her forehead and breasts, forming little rivulets that trickled down the miniature ravine between the large, trembling mounds of flesh.
"Do you like it?" he asked, sadistically, his eyes wild with the power he felt surging through him. "YOU LIKE IT DON'T YOU?" he inquired in a louder tone.
"OH ... KISS ME ... KISS ME, DARLING ... OH YES ... I LIKE IT ... YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY!"
The words made Ben want to stop what he was doing and immediately slip his giant throbbing tool up into her nakedly streaming pussy, but he wanted to continue his teasing until Ellen could stand it no longer.
"OH PLEASE . PLEASE TAKE ME, TAKE ME!" she cried out suddenly, and bending to her will, Ben quickly removed his middle finger from between his new wife's wildly thrashing legs, and taking his swollen rock-hard cock in his hand, he guided it unerringly toward her impatiently waiting pussy. Putting his arm underneath her at the waist, he let his weight fall heavily forward onto her and pulled her up toward him all in the same motion. His middle finger retained the sweet feel of her smooth pink pussy flesh and he wanted his bulging cock to have a taste of the same pleasure. He slipped his tongue far back into Ellen's mouth at the same time as the blood-engorged head of his surging penis touched the tightly contracting mouth of Ellen's hungering pussy.
He let the big round tip worm up against the pliant wetness of her hidden pussy, and then he pushed in hard. First it was too tight, and he slid the hugely throbbing shaft of his cock up and down a little bit, moistening the small slippery slit still more, and then it loosened up a bit, just enough for the thick knobby head of his cock to bury itself snugly inside.
"OooOOOh!" Ellen bucked her hips upward in an involuntary spasmodic motion. "OH GOD!" she cried, her legs spreading farther out on either side of her husband's tensely poised body as her pupils rolled back, showing the white of her eyes.
With a grunt, Ben pushed again. Her softly trembling breasts were pushed up against his hard chest like helpless animals and her heart pounded fiercely up against him. He let his strength tense and coil within him, and then released it, speeding the full length of his thickly bloated cock forward straight up through to the center of her belly, pushing the delicate ripples of pink flesh ahead in the dark dampness of her pussy, continuing onward, unstoppable until the very end. The tightness of her gently clinging channel expanded to accept the full width of his invading cock, and the hidden cuntal walls deep inside her fit snugly around his lustfully driving hardness, hugging it close as with a dull thud it landed against the sensitive tip of her womb, pulsing hot and hard against it.
"AAAAAAH!" she cried, the sound she made was strident, signaling the intensity of the acute sensation she was feeling. She was filled ... utterly and completely filled by him and she whimpered slightly as they lay together in a second of momentary stillness.
* * *
Tim looked up at his mother's bedroom when he heard her scream. His face was a bright scarlet and chills were running up and down his back. He wished that he hadn't stayed beneath their window ... that he had gone as he'd said he would to see if there were any other children nearby. But he hadn't.. something had made him remain there beside the house ... close to it so that he wouldn't be easily seen if anyone looked out the open window. As a matter-of-fact he had been about to leave when he heard the first noise, and then he was rooted to the spot by a mixture of fear and curiosity.
He knew right away what they were doing. He was, after all, already 12 years old,and it was impossible to go to school or even look at television and not know. Nevertheless, he had never associated such things with his mother before! He knew though now that he had suspected something, deep down inside him had known that his mother and this man was going to be involved in things that would irrevocably exclude him!
There was a funny bumping noise now coming from the window, drifting across the light air that held just a touch of winter in it. Grunts and moans, loud and obscenely clear, floated out the window and down to his burning ears.
"OOOHHHH BENNNNN! DO IT ... DO IT TOOOO ME! OH HONEY ... OH I'M GOING TO ... CUUUMMMM!"
Rubbing, bumping and scraping noises seemed almost deafening and Tim looked around the large backyard, hoping that no one else was around to hear them. He was stunned, and even as he heard the last tremulous wails of his mother's climax, he could tell that they hadn't yet stopped. They were starting it up all over again!
He felt funny hot flashes all over him, and looking down, he saw that there was a rising bulge in his own pants. His pants were filled by his swollen hot, young cock, and he felt an extreme discomfort, as the sounds from up above now became a steady droning, mingled with the sound of the head board bumping against the wall. He tried to prevent the creeping of his own hand to his thickly throbbing penis, but it was impossible. Casting one more furtive glance around him, he quickly unzipped his fly. It was rapidly growing dark outside, but it didn't really matter ... the grounds were deserted and there was no one to see him as he pulled his erect young cock out from his shorts and began to caress the thickly swollen rod as it lay in his soft young hands. It was at once a consolation and a relief from his tensions, and one which he was turning to more and more lately. Now, however, for the first time, he began to associate it with what was going on upstairs ... and the connection caused a sharpening of the already wonderful sensation he felt as he lovingly began to pump up and down on his rapidly burgeoning cock. Fervently his hand moved up and down, and lips slightly parted, his breath coming haltingly, Tim pulled up the circling thickness of his foreskin until it fully covered the smooth round tip of his penis, then with a forceful motion, he brought it back down again. Over and over he repeated this, as dull images of what was happening upstairs flitted through his mind. Nakedly writhing bodies formed strange and obscene pictures in his head as his mother's cries grew louder again.
OH MOTHER...." he thought.... "MOTHER!"
* * *
Ellen's thighs were taut and tense ... there was a wonderful stretching feeling in her inflamed loins as the tight swollen head of her husband's hotly pressing penis moved up into her naked flesh. The long thickness of his cock filled her so well that she thought it might interfere with her breathing ... but the raging fire inside her more than compensated for the discomfort she was feeling. Her entire vaginal passage was consumed with a fierce tingling lust that made her insatiable. One orgasm seemed to lead to another, building upon it and making it more intense, and Ellen was beginning to wonder if she could really cum that many times. It didn't seem possible! And yet it was happening to her. She had gone without sex for so long ... and now suddenly she was overwhelmed by it, conquered by it! She felt as if she might melt away right there on the brand new mattress. But then her entire mind became filled with the profound certainty that she would be able to do it again. Ben's insanely pumping cock, striking again and again at her most sensitive flesh, seemingly harder with each blow, would bring yet another climax to her tortured body.
Ben's hands were cupped beneath her smoothly undulating buttocks, and he slid his hopelessly excited cock out one last time, leaving the moist churning walls of Ellen's wetly grinding pussy only to return with a wild thrusting motion, fucking brutally back up into her with such force that Ellen felt as though she were about to burst apart into a million tiny pieces. She started to cry out, but the sound caught in her throat and a strangled squeal escaped her lips. A crashing orgasm seemed to be descending upon her, moving up and down inside her and then in all directions at once. Within her squirming yielding pussy, waves of dazzling, prickling pinpoints of pleasure joined to form one large mass of delight. Sparkling lights of heat flashed behind her tightly closed eyes as she was caught in a merciless tide of sensation.
Moans of disbelief came from her mouth, and her tongue hung damply from the comer of her lips, as she screwed her gratefully gyrating cunt upward, feeling her husband thrusting nakedly and wetly forward up between her willingly wide-held legs. She flailed outwards with her arms and legs ... her hips and buttocks bouncing against the mattress with each second that their wild fucking continued. She felt her satiny cuntal walls clasping tighter and tighter around Ben's lust-maddened penis, and then a flood of warm wetness was splashing against her slippery inner pussy ... the warm liquid spreading and filling her, meeting her own fluids and mingling, just as their orgasms joined in a thrashing, jerking head-on collision.
Ben pumped steady streams of scalding seminal fluid deep into the soft pink folds of her thirstily sucking pussy, sending Ellen into a blissful state of mindlessness ... where warmth and darkness closed in upon her, and her long unused, nakedly splayed cunt throbbed and tingled and lulled her into euphoria.
Ben fell forward across the satiated limp form of his new wife's still quivering body. He groaned with pleasure and then fell sound asleep, his lust-swollen cock still twitching with the memory of his potently emptying orgasm high up inside Ellen's passion-flooded pussy.
* * *
"AAAAAHHHHHH!"
Beneath the window Tim watched the thin white stream of his cum, spurting in a high arch in front of him and falling uselessly to the grass in a fine spray. The bittersweet sensation that swept through him was sending distorted shocks of feeling throughout his tortured young body, and it seemed to him that all his power was somehow connected with that long stream of white liquid ... that by using this magic fluid and the strength of his orgasm, he could in some manner control his mother's life as well as his own.
"OH MOM!" he cried, no longer caring if anyone heard. "OH MOM, IT'S SO GOOD MOM ... BETTER THAN HIS!"
CHAPTER TWO
Tim sat on his bed and looked at the newcomer with an expressionless face. His mother was obviously nervous, and he didn't trust this new turn of events at all. They'd been installed in the new house for almost two weeks now, and his mother had been acting odd with him ... almost treating him like a stranger. And now, here was this young woman. Looking at her, he thought she was more of a girl than a woman.
"Tim ... please , ... don't be rude. Stand up ... This is your new friend . .your governess..." the word did not come easily to her lips, but that was what Ben had called the position that this young woman was to occupy in their lives.
"Governess?" Tim asked incredulously, looking at the pretty blonde girl with more than a hint of suspicion.
"Well ... she'll be a kind of tutor ... really," Ellen said, smiling uncertainly at Colette. "She'll teach you ... and that way you won't have to go to school until next term. Classes have already started here...."
"I thought you were gonna teach me until next term!" Tim said angrily.
Ellen began to blush. She too had thought she would teach the boy ... it was Ben who had insisted upon having an outsider come in. He'd told her in no uncertain terms that he wanted her to devote any extra time she had to him and not to giving Tim lessons. She'd finally given in ... perhaps he was right she'd thought ... and perhaps Tim would learn better with someone other than his mother!
"Now, Tim...." she said, "Mile. Baissiere has a degree in child care and she is highly qualified to teach ... she'll do a much better job than I ever could ... come on now . come say hello!"
Tim ambled forward and stood in front of the still silent young woman. She was wearing boots he noticed, and her beige tweed suit had an expensive, different look about it. Because she was French, he supposed. Her medium-length blonde hair was cut short in the front, but hung attractively almost to her shoulders in the back.
"Hello, Teem," she said in a lilting thick French accent. She extended her hand, and Tim found that he was mesmerized by her pale face, with its high cheekbones and beautiful amber eyes. She had eyes like a cat, and he'd never seen anything quite like the look in them. Colette did indeed seem to have a wealth of knowledge inside her, even though on the surface she seemed to be only a pretty young girl.
"I hope that you and I will be friends...." she added, smiling at him, showing pearly white teeth that looked sharp, almost like a little animal's.
Tim looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet a little. "I guess," he mumbled.
"I will come back and look in on you later," Colette said, removing her warm hand from his, "and then we can discuss things ... you must tell me what interests you most and we will concentrate on that subject."
"Sure...." Tim said. "Okay." He was already turning away and going back to his bed. He'd been reading a good book about something that interested him very much and he was anxious to finish it ... if only they would leave him alone.
Ellen and Colette left the room, and Ellen pushed her curly dark hair back from her face with a nervous gesture.
"He ... he's not always like this ... I'm sure he'll come around. You see, we just recently married, and Tim is adjusting...."
"Oh yes ... sometimes these things take a little time ... Don't worry, Mrs. Parker, I'm sure that Teem and I will get along fine."
Ellen smiled with relief.. Ben was right, it was good to know that someone else would be taking an interest in Tim ... she herself had so much to think about these days ... getting the house in order just the way Ben wanted it, and then, there was the company he had invited for the weekend. She knew that they were special friends of Ben's and he had already impressed upon her the fact that he wanted her to be particularly nice to them. She was already on pins and needles, planning the supper she would serve, the dress she would wear to please both of them and her husband. He was far more particular about details than she would have dreamed, and it took some getting used to.
As she left Colette at the door of her room, a short distance down from Tim's, she once more felt that yes ... yes it was actually perfect timing to have someone to help out!
She rushed down the hall toward her own room, planning to try on the latest new dress she had ordered for the occasion. The two others had not met with Ben's approval, and since he insisted that money was no object, she had finally gone to New York to Saks to get the most interesting gown she could find. It was difficult to get used to the fact that she was suddenly quite wealthy, since Ben's position as a lawyer in Wilton also gave him many important contacts, and it was even a possibility that Ben would soon run for some high office in the town. Although Ben had never mentioned it directly. Sally and Harvey Morgan were important to her husband's political aspirations in the small town.
Closing the door to the now opulently furnished bedroom, Ellen looked at her image reflected in the mirror-paneled wall. Immediately she tried to erase the expression of tension that marred her pretty features ... instinctively her lips formed a half smile of greeting. She patted her dark curls in place and opened the closet door, removing the short, silvery dress that still embarrassed her even when she was just looking at it.
Its weight in her hand was like a feather, and she could have crumpled it up in one fist, it was so flimsy. Once more she decided to try it on ... perhaps it hid more of her than she remembered from her last fitting!
She slipped out of the tight fitting slacks and sweater she was wearing and, clothed only in her panties, her beautiful large breasts bare and soft, she let the thin silver material fall over her head. Wriggling slightly, she adjusted it and once more winced as she saw that she was still practically naked, even though she was wearing the dress
"It's positively indecent!" she said aloud, noticing that her nipples showed in clear outline against the clinging material, and that most of the big swelling of each of her breasts was fully visible at the neckline that plunged practically all the way down to her navel!
She couldn't imagine why Ben would want her to wear such a revealing outfit at this important dinner ... but he had claimed to find the dress sophisticated and in the latest style, implying that in order to meet all her obligations as his wife, she would have to keep up on such things. She herself had thought that the hemlines were going down rather than up, but her husband had assured her that any woman worth her salt wore dresses at any length that pleased her at the moment.
'The thing that matters is the 'flair'! " he'd declared, looking her up and down with approval when she put the dress on for him. "And also of course, the sensuality...." he added, pausing to caress one of her half exposed breasts with his large hand before pecking her on the cheek and leaving to go back to his office. She'd wanted to tell him then, she recalled now, that she very much believed that sensuality was something for their own private world, and not for displaying to company. But she'd kept it to herself, afraid that she might start an argument.
They'd already had two ... and about similar things, and Ellen knew enough now to keep her mouth shut. She didn't want him to think she was a prude ... the word sounded so ugly in his mouth the one time he'd used it ... and indeed she didn't think of herself as such. Maybe she was a little out of touch with the world, as he had suggested, and she needed his worldliness to bring her back into it!
The full length of her legs was visible beneath the short skirt of the softly clinging dress, and as she turned she was horrified to see that the material fell into the deep cleft of her buttocks, outlining their exact form before falling into soft folds at the tops of her shapely thighs. She hadn't noticed that before, and the sight of it sent her into another state of depression.
She took the dress off and felt tears welling up inside her as she placed it back on the hanger.
Filled with anxiety, she went into the bathroom and began to draw herself a hot bath.
"I've just got to do something about my nerves!" she thought. "I can't go on like this ... this is silly!"
Within minutes she was soaking in a deep pool of warm water, her naked white body forming a stark contrast to the shiny ebony tub. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Everything's going to be all right!" she declared out loud, issuing up a silent prayer for the success of the dinner that evening.
* * *
The dining room was dark, with only the shiny pinpoints of candlelight to accent the faces of the guests. Beside her at the round table sat Harvey Morgan, and next to him his wife Sally and then Ben.
Ben seemed in good spirits, Ellen noticed, and she hoped that she was being successful at hiding the fact that she didn't like either Harvey or Sally.
She listened with half an ear as Harvey recounted some endless tale, only occasionally saying, "oh really . . ? " or "Imagine that!" She knew that he was a very influential man and that he was very wealthy too, but that didn't keep him from being an overweight glutton, who had gobbled up her stuffed grape leaves and Moussaka as though they were in war-torn Germany. And even though she knew that in some circles burps were considered harmless, or even a compliment to one's cooking, she felt that Harvey Morgan's were not.
The man perspired freely at the table beside her, and she couldn't help thinking of him as a big hippopotamus, who would be more comfortable in a nice muddy hole than at her table! And as for his wife Sally, Ellen thought she had the look of a hard cocktail waitress who's been around for a while, Ellen thought as she sipped the coffee that she'd freshly ground that morning. She watched as Ben poured more brandy all around, for the second time, and she was startled to see Sally Morgan's hand caressing Ben's as he filled her glass. She really couldn't believe her eyes, and for a second she thought she had imagined it ... it had happened very quickly. But then Ben spoke with a sickening sweet tone in his voice, "For our lovely, lovely Sally..." he said, giving the woman a look that Ellen could not mistake for anything but pure lust.
Quickly Ellen reached for her brandy glass and with a trembling hand took a large gulp of it.
How disgusting, she thought. How utterly disgusting! The idea that her husband could profess interest in a beautiful woman did not really upset her, but the thought of him being attracted to such an obvious ... she hesitated to even think the word, but "slut' was the one which she thought best described Sally Morgan, with her long, over-teased, bleached blonde hair, and her thickly applied pancake make-up. How could Ben have reproached her for not bemg in style, when his business colleague's wife looked like a tramp! She even had one of those voluptuous show-girl type figures that Ellen thought of as being somehow improper, even though she realized that the woman couldn't help how she was made.
Bitterly, she glared across the table at her husband, who was deeply engrossed in some nonsensical conversation with Sally about a movie they had seen. But they didn't even notice that she was looking at them, and suddenly beside her, Harvey's slightly slurred speech grew grossly loud, piercing her thoughts and causing her to jump slightly.
"I must say honey ... that's one lulu of a dress you haven't got on ... got to hand it to old Ben ... he's got great taste in ... ah ... the ladies...!"
Ellen suddenly realized that everyone else was getting drunk but her ... or if she was (she had consumed as much brandy as they), it was affecting her in a different way. Instead of feeling relaxed and happy, she was feeling more and more ill at ease.
Ellen muttered a "thank you" under her breath to the obnoxious man beside her. and then rose hastily.
"Perhaps just a little more sherbet..." she said, that feeling that she was going to burst into tears at any second was rising rapidly within her, and she felt that she had to get away from them.
"Honey...!" it was Ben this time. "Put on some music ... we'll move into the den now ... bring the sherbet in there!"
Ellen disappeared into the kitchen. Was that a request or a command, she wondered angrily. She herself had told her husband that she didn't want to have a maid or a cook ... but perhaps for such company that was exactly what she needed. She caught sight of her figure in the small mirror that hung above the sink in the kitchen. With alarm she adjusted her dress so that the brown berry-tip of her nipple did not show. Everyone probably saw it! Harvey Morgan's remark about her dress was surely a reference to that! She felt that she had been paired with the sluttish Sally Morgan merely by wearing such an outfit, and a feeling of self hatred almost overwhelmed her before she got control again and got the rest of the dessert out of the refrigerator.
She put the lemon and lime sherbet in individual silver bowls, placed them on a tray and went out the door heading in the direction of the den, which was down the hall. The sound of music reaching her ears reminded her that she had forgotten to turn it on as Ben had requested. Would he be angry, or was he too inebriated to care?
She was wondering just how much longer they would stay when she entered the room carrying the teakwood tray in front of her; and then she almost dropped the tray when she saw that Ben and Harvey Morgan's wife Sally were closely entwined in each other's arms, dancing off at the far end of the room, completely oblivious to her arrival ... interested only in the music and each other!
Harvey rushed up to her, removing the tray from her hands and pulling her into the room.
"Hi, Toots.. thought you'd never get back ... was just about to come get you ... but didn't want those two to get into any trouble having me gone!" He winked at her with an absurd expression of glee on his face.
Jillen felt a little dizzy. "What are you talking about?" she said loudly. She was beginning to feel panicky. Her husband still hadn't even looked in her direction!
"B ... Ben!" she said, but he didn't seem to hear. Sally Morgan's big breasts were pressed tight up against his chest, and Ellen could see that the two dancers were hardly moving, even though the music was now at a lively pace. She didn't know quite what to do. Never would she have dreamed of being placed in such a position! She had never even heard or read of such a thing happening to any woman! It seemed so horribly unfair that such a thing was happening to her! Before she could take any action whatsoever, though, Harvey had put the tray down on the coffee table and was spinning her around the room. Aware of the ridiculous situation she was in, Ellen found herself dancing with the man ... actually making an effort to keep up with him ... trying to follow his crazy whirling rhythm. But each time she could she took in the still shocking sight of her husband dancing with that other woman, dancing now with his eyes closed and his feet shuffling to a tune that was in his head only. And that blonde seemed mesmerized by his nearness, her eyes were also closed and her lips slightly parted as though she were breathless. What feelings were passing between them Ellen could only guess at, and only Harvey's wild dancing kept her from running over and tearing the two of them apart!
"Your ... your ... WIFE...." she started to say.
"Oh yeah ... she's somethin' else!" Harvey Morgan answered. "But between you and me ... you 're my kind of chicken!"
"But you don't understand ... Don't you care that ... they're...."
"OH ... H Harvey slowed down, pressing his corpulent form to hers. "Oh you mean that they're dancing like that?" he asked. "Why of course not ... and you really don't mind either, do you?" he continued smoothly, breathing hoarsely into her ear. "After all ... we can dance, too, can't we ... I mean we can do anything they can do ... and if you want my opinion ... some things they CANT do ... the way I'm feeling right now!"
He gave a nudge forward with his entire body and Ellen suddenly felt the enormous hardness of his bulging penis pressing against her lower belly. This lewd touch combined with the shock of his words caused her to jump backwards, trying to free herself from him. But he caught her back and pulled her in toward him with a sudden hard gesture.
"Good...." he said, pressing his cheek to hers and once more nudging his hardened penis into her struggling loins. "I like a little spirit ... makes it better later on! I bet you've got one hot little cunt down there!"
Ellen let out a small cry and tried to pull away again. The fat man's grip was like iron. In desperation she looked over at her husband. To her complete dismay, she saw that he was kissing Sally Morgan and that his hands were groping at the front of the bleached blonde's dress, searching nervously to touch the inner nakedness of her breasts.
"No!" she cried, "NO ... what are you talking about ... what's happening?" For an answer, Harvey Morgan's hand slithered down her back with lizard-like swiftness and before another second had passed, he had plunged it up beneath her short dress cupping the soft downy "vee" of her pussy in his hot sweaty hand, fingering upward into her tight vagina right through her nylon panties, his other arm pressing hard against her trembling buttocks as he continued to force her vainly resisting body up against his twitching cock.
"OH GOD NO!" Ellen screamed. The obscenity of his touch was enough to give her the strength she needed to get away, and she broke his grip with one sharp turn and stumbled out of the room, her eyes blinded with tears, her cries caught in her throat unable to emerge.
"Oh no ... oh no...." she continued to cry all the way up the stairs and when she finally made it into her bedroom she collapsed upon the bed, the tender spot between her legs still burning from Harvey Morgan's touch, her mind still reeling at the thought of what might be going on down there now ... She felt so stunned by what was happening that she just sat on the bed for a moment, her lovely features ashen, drained of all color, her disheveled hair hanging forward into her eyes. Then she collapsed upon the bed sobbing hysterically, and calling out her husband's name.
* * *
Further down the hall, little Tim lay sleeping peacefully, his only dream one in which his stepfather was gone from the house and he and his mother were at last left alone. But in the room next to his, the young French governess, Colette, stood by her door, her ear pressed against it in hopes of catching some further sounds of her employers. She had already heard Mrs. Parker running down the hall, and the sound of music drifted easily up the stairwell from the den downstairs. Colette, being by nature extremely curious, wondered just what was going on down there. One thing she knew for sure, Mrs. Parker certainly didn't like it. judging by the sounds she was making as she ran up to her room!
Colette felt a delicious thrill of excitement run through her! It looked as though her new position as Tim Rickering Parker's governess was going to be much more interesting than she had originally thought!
She clasped her gently flowing nightgown around her softly curved body and prepared to listen at the door all night if necessary ... and perhaps, if she deemed it safe, to actually venture outside to gather more information! While she waited with a patience that she hoped would be amply rewarded, she mulled over in her mind the facts she had already discovered about the family she had entered. Little Tim seemed unusually upset, she thought, from her few conversations with him since her arrival in the household ... and she was beginning to understand why. There was definitely a very disturbing atmosphere in the house, and Colette vowed to get to the bottom of it. Her classes with Tim were due to start in the morning, and she hoped she would be able to help the boy as much as possible. She believed in a very free method of teaching that she knew would get the best results from her young charge.
Her long chestnut blonde eyelashes quivered slightly as Colette recalled the innocence with which Tim had asked her why she was not married ... why she had chosen to come live in someone else's house! What a sweet child he was she thought ... surely teaching him would be worth it ... would be worth all the husbands in the world. Marriage would come later for ... much later ... meanwhile there were other states of life to be fully explored, and she intended to know them all before settling on one man!
"Yes, Teem...." she said to herself. "You will be a good pupil ... and I . .a superb teacher ... there is so much for us to learn!"
* * *
It was long past 3 A.M. when, tired and sleepy, Ben said goodbye to his guests.
"Sorry again about Ellen," Harvey said as he clasped Ben's hand, "Should have gone slower, like you said...."
"The apologies are mine!" Ben replied. "Next time it will be different. I promise ... She'll come around nicely, I think!" His fingers were kneading Sally Morgan's luscious buttocks as she wavered slightly beside her husband.
"Bye, honey," she said, forming her lips into a pouty kiss. "It was super ... as usual!"
"You bet your sweet cunt!" Ben replied ... but his mind was already elsewhere ... underneath it all he was still furious at Ellen for leaving the way she had, even though he realized that he hadn't exactly led her into the scene the way he had originally planned it. He'd had a little too much brandy a little too early ... and then Harvey wasn't exactly the most subtle person on earth either!
He finally closed the door behind them, and without bothering to tum out any of the lights downstairs, marched upstairs, letting the fury gather in him with each heavy step. His new wife was a lot more naive than he'd thought, and it was a state he was going to rectify as quickly as possible. Starting with the present.
He pushed the door open without bothering to be quiet about it.
"ELLEN!" he bellowed as he entered the room. "You little bitch! Do you think I'll ever get anywhere in this town with you acting like a prize simp?"
Ellen lay shivering in the bed, the covers pulled over her head. She had not thought it would be like this. She was the angry one ... she was the one with the reproaches to make ... what about him and that woman?? ? But fear kept her from speaking ... she had never heard him speak in that tone of voice and she cringed uncertainly at the edge of the bed.
Ben stood there a moment, looking at the amorphous lump on the bed. Beneath it he visualized his wife's splendid form, her spongy pink breasts, the soft cushions of her buttocks. Sally Morgan was okay he thought, but there was no denying that Ellen had class, and although his thick cock had enjoyed Sally well enough that night, taking turns with her husband Harvey, he felt a distant, awakening hunger for his wife's silky body.
"ANSWER ME!" he commanded beginning to take off his clothes. "SAY SOMETHING, DAMN IT!" In a few seconds he was stark naked, and the fact that Ellen still hadn't dared come out from under the covers made him angrier still. He sat down heavily on the bed beside her and saw her move over even further away from him. He ripped the covers back with one fierce yank, revealing her trembling shape curled up on the bed. She was wearing a pink nightgown that molded to her curves and Ben hungrily took in the sight of her full, round buttocks protruding so temptingly in front of him.
Ellen turned to look at him with imploring eyes. "Oh, Ben ... please ... please don't talk to me like this ... please can't we ... can't we talk about what happened ... I was so upset ... so...."
Ben clasped his lust-bloated cock in his hands, the big head angry and red looking just like his face. He waved it lewdly in front of him. "GET A GOOD LOOK AT THIS HONEY!" he declared "I'LL GIVE YOU A TASTE OF UPSET!"
Ellen's mouth gaped open. He had never spoken to her like that ... NEVER made such crude gestures.
He knelt up on the bed and reached over for her before she could react, and she screamed when she saw the look on his face. like a mad dog!
"BEN ... DON'T ... DON'T ... I...." she cried, but he was already tugging at the pink nightgown, tearing it away from her bobbing breasts, revealing their soft, shapely flesh to his hungering eyes.
Once more,sobs racked Ellen's firm supple figure as she made an attempt to scramble away from her husband. His hands were gripping her pale vulnerable breasts, gruffly pulling and tugging at them, hurting her as he fumbled at the soft nipples. He pushed her down, trapping her on the bed, and then smiled down at her panic-stricken face.
"Next time, you'll be nice to Harvey Morgan ... you hear ... everything could have been ruined tonight by your airs ... little miss uppity little miss
I'm-too-good-to-be-even-looked-at-by-you!"
"BEN ... DON'T. PLEASE DON'T SAY SUCH THINGS...."
"YOU PISS ME OFF!" he cried. "YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER CUNT AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET IT ... EVERY BROAD HAS ONE YOU KNOW."
"I. .I...."
"AND EVERYONE'S GOT AN ASS TOO!" he added. "TURN OVER ... LET ME SEE YOURS!"
"WH ... WHAT?? "
'Turn over, I said!" he flipped her over easily, and when she lay before him on her stomach, he pulled up the bottom of her nightgown, exposing her quivering white buttocks that shook and trembled with each frightened breath Ellen took. Her gown was bunched up around her waist, and the exquisite beauty of her soft nether cheeks made his want to do something to humiliate her still further. His thick bulging penis ached dully, and he felt that no regular kind of screwing would cure the tormented desire he felt. He thought for an instant of spanking her ... but then he realized that that wouldn't be nearly satisfying enough. Her whimpering reached his ears, but he felt cold to it. Perhaps he had been mistaken in marrying such an inexperienced creature ... even though he had wanted it that way ... had wanted to instruct her in all the vices of which he was so fond! Then as he continued to coolly observe her helplessness and her nakedly exposed ass-cheeks, he had a sudden inspiration. Reaching over, he pressed his thumbs outward on the softly yielding flesh of the full white globes, spreading them outward so that he could peer inside at the little puckery brown opening of his wife's anus.
Leaning over her he inserted his middle finger up into the warm deep crevice of Ellen's nakedly trembling buttocks.
"STOP ... STOP!! " Ellen started to say ... but she felt Ben's hand on the back of her dark curly head, pushing her face down into the pillow, and suddenly afraid that he might try to smother her, she became silent.
With a growing terror, she felt Ben begin to probe inside her now wide-forced buttocks, his thick fingers were roaming over the open split, teasing and exploring in a place that had never been touched before. She sensed the horror of his feelings ... that he wanted to make her submit to his indignity to make her pay for leaving the den the way he had! She felt dazed and numb, as though she were helpless to prevent an impending doom that would soon descend upon her. His middle finger was pressing ... experimenting, spreading and teasing at the slightly puckered hole of her rectum ... and then suddenly, painfully, it popped in up to the first knuckle into the tight virginal opening!
"AAAaarrgh ... oh NOOOO! BEN ... OH GOD, NOOOO!"
Ben wormed his middle finger savagely in, feeling the tight little hole expanding unwillingly at the forced pressure as Ellen winced and cried out again and again with the pain. But he was getting an inordinate pleasure from watching her squirming at the end of his finger, watching her firm, well-curved buttocks trembling helplessly upward at him, and then cringing desperately away. He smiled a bit and then moved his middle finger around still more within the dark, defensively clenching confines of her virgin rectum. The thin rubbery outer lips gave a little beneath his deeply inserted finger and, encouraged, Ben added another finger to the first.
"AARRRGHGHGHGHGH!" Ellen desperately tried to get away from the maniac she had married, but Ben pinned her back down to the bed with his other hand pressed to her back, and continued his attack, maneuvering himself around so that he was kneeling back between her widespread legs, looking directly down into the open crevice of her rectum.
"OH PLEASE STOP. PLEASE STOP!" she was crying in earnest now, she had never felt such pain, such humiliation. Surely she had never done anything in her entire life to merit this. The intrusion of her husband's fingers in her usually tightly protected anal channel was the most unnatural thing she'd ever felt ... his greedy fingers working and toying painfully at her secret parts ... it was so awful!
"Get up on your knees!"
The words were so harsh that she could not respond, and it was only when he shouted that she obeyed, feeling his two lingers ram harder into her already aching anal passage. The sharpness of the pain stunned her, but she hoped that by obeying him, her torment would somehow be over faster ... and then she also hoped that by changing her position the pain would lessen. On shaky knees, she obediently lifted herself up, presenting her husband with the tautly stretched moons of her buttocks as she rested her flushed face upon the sweat-soaked sheet beneath her. She panted, feeling like a trapped animal ... but at least it did hurt less in this position, and she tried to enjoy each second of her relief.
Then to her amazement, his fingers were moving backward ... OUT! ... Her still protesting rectum closed up again behind their blissful withdrawal, and all along her back passage she could feel a soothing relief that the invading fingers were leaving! A small popping noise accompanied the exit of Ben's fingers and Ellen was surprised to feel an odd kind of pleasure in her stretched anal passage, oddly different from anything else she'd ever known. It seemed to have something to do with the utterly obscene position that she was in, buttocks lewdly spread open like that, and the lips of her hair-lined pussy also spread apart in a totally revealing manner.
Surprisingly she felt a thrill of desire racing through her ... racing along her spine ... she realized that her fear seemed to be making her sexually excited. She felt that somehow if Ben would make love to her now ... take her in that wonderful way of his, she could forgive him anything ... it would be a complete reaffirmation of their love ... she would know that he desired her and loved her, too! Here a perverse shiver went from the tips of her pearl-lacquered toes to the nape of her neck ... the desire she was feeling was growing more intense with each second. Her softly pulsating vagina felt tense and she felt an insatiable yearning down there that she hardly dared acknowledge. Yet she whispered timidly, "Oh Ben ... Ben ... take me ... take me now!" And feeling her husband's muscular body approaching her, she invitingly rotated her white, trembling nether cheeks in lewd encouragement. Perhaps he would like this daring gesture ... find something like this more to his taste ... this wanton motion! His huge, rock-hard cock grazed the nakedness of her flesh and she felt a giant tremor ... a quaking lust in her loins.
"MMMmmmm...." she moaned into the sheet.
"NEVER MIND THAT ... JUST TAKE HOLD OF IT!"
Instantly she obeyed, reached her hand back between her spread thighs and closing it on the long pulsating shaft of his penis. It felt so hot in her palm! GOD IT WAS BIG! She shivered with anticipation, her hand clinging to the outsized girth of her husband's hotly throbbing cock ... moving backward she tried to position it so that it could easily enter her moistly glistening pussy.
"NO!" she jumped as Ben stopped her. " NO, NOT LIKE THAT ... IN YOUR ASS! ... PUT IT IN YOUR ASSHOLE!"
Ellen cringed away from him as brusquely Ben removed his cock from her hand, prying her fingers away so that he could put it where he wanted it. Total panic blinded her and she clenched her eyes tightly shut as she felt him place the huge, blunt instrument up against the tight defenseless opening of her anus.
Ben leaned back, watching his hard cock as he tried to get it all up inside his wife's nakedly subservient ass-cheeks. He observed it almost dispassionately as it filled the narrow yielding crevice, worming its way slowly into the tightness of her desperately jerking buttocks. She was pleading with him, straining forward, trying to get away, but his hands around her tiny waist kept pulling her backward onto the pointed spear of his heavily invading cock. Her nakedly quivering buttocks seemed to balloon upwards, perfectly positioned for his thick cock, as he strained hard against the tightly resisting ring of nether flesh. It didn't look like it was going to go in, and he cursed angrily. Ellen was moaning now, and he was getting impatient. His heavy balls ached with a full load of sperm and his giant cock tingled maddeningly.
Then suddenly he pushed with all his might and the thickly bloated head surged forward, the purplish swollen tip popping up inside Ellen's tensely held rectum with a sudden brutality that sent them both scooting a good foot on the bed.
"AAFFRGHGHGH!" Ellen screamed as the brutal entry into her virginal rear passage by such an outsized instrument caused a searing flash of white pain to form behind her tightly closed lids. She couldn't remember what it was like not to feel pain ... it was as if she had lived with his acutely burning sensation forever. It was everywhere inside her, an integral part of her being. The filled passage of her anus felt savagely torn and stretched, and she felt that she would never ever be the same after this cruel assault by her new husband. Hatred for him welled up inside her, and it was the only thing that kept her from fainting dead away.
Behind her obscenely up-thrust buttocks, Ben groaned in ecstasy, letting his giant cock sink all the way up into Ellen until the flat surface of his hard belly smacked against the bulging cheeks of his wife's hopelessly impaled buttocks. Farther and farther he sank into her, hearing Ellen moan beneath him, gasping for breath with each advancing centimeter. Ben closed his eyes, and gave himself up to the luxurious sensation of his new wife's tightly protesting nether lips, her defensively contracting rectum massaging his hard driving penis with incredibly pleasurable rhythm. He began to saw back and forth, fucking mercilessly into the soft rubberiness of her throbbing anal canal.
The plunder of her abused rectal passage continued and, incredibly, Ellen finally felt the pain ease a little. Just a little bit at first, and then a little bit more. It wasn't much at first, but then the moans of pleasure coming from Ben and the odd slapping of his naked loins and softly dangling balls against her lewdly swaying buttocks began to remind Ellen of the normal rhythms of intercourse and as his aggressing cock sank deeper into the tight length of her anus, she began to feel an added sensation ... a dull, different kind of pleasure. It seemed to well up and blend with the pain, and to Ellen's pain-distorted mind it seemed as though Ben was indeed trying to tell her that he loved her in this harsh brutal manner! A surge of masochistic pleasure flashed through her and for the first time she began to enjoy her punishment. The tiny rippling waves of excitement started to overcome her.
"MMMOOOOH!" Absurdly, she began to move lewdly backward to meet each of his forward thrusts even though it still hurt. "AAMMMmmmmAAM!" she cried out as the sensuous thrill expanded from her abused rectal passage to every part of her totally submissive body. It seemed wrong to be enjoying it ... but the fact that she could get pleasure from such a horrible act seemed a miracle in itself and she began to enjoy this fact all the more. She was a kind of slave to her husband's will ... nothing but a receptacle for his madly fucking cock!
Noting the change in his wife's cries, Ben pounded furiously on. He felt a wonderful sense of exhilaration as he realized that she was beginning to enjoy it.
'OH BABY ... YEAH, YEAH ... YEAH ... DO IT ... DO IT ... FUCK BACK ... GIVE IT TO ME ... DO IT ... DO IT!" he called to her. He knew he couldn't last much longer ... it had been a miracle that he'd been able to go this long without cumming. He quickened his pace, fucking into her hard and fast now, battering against her pale shaking buttocks, his hands digging into the flesh at her waist, his breath coming haltingly, raggedly. He could hear her moaning his name, her voice a mournful mixture of pleasure and pain, half-muffled by the pillow, and he pulled his big cock almost all the way out, leaving only the thick gigantic head buried within the tight elastic opening. He paused a second and then with a cry plunged all the way up into her in one long, slow agonizing stroke. His testicles slapped up against her nakedly exposed pussy, and his lust-swollen cock lurched jerked crazily deep up inside her. He reached under her body, grabbing onto Ellen's obscenely swaying breasts, one large mound of pink flesh filling each hand, giving him a feeling of total satisfaction.
Ellen fucked back toward him, her untouched pussy beginning to contract of its own accord in response to the wonderful signals of lust from her rectum.
SHE WAS CUMMING! "OOOH BEEEENNNNBBENNN ... IT'S GOOD.. SOOO GOODDD!"
Her new husband gasped and gave a mighty thrust into Ellen's hotly clenching depths, feeling her wildly clutching buttocks grind themselves desperately against the flat of his belly. His thickly splashing semen came in gushing waves, sending his orgasm mounting to dizzying heights. Beneath him Ellen was collapsed on the bed, her entire body quivering and quaking, convulsing in the throes of her climax. Groaning, Ben smashed down upon his wife's moaning, twisting body, his spending cock still thrust deeply up between the wildly gyrating cheeks of her nakedly upturned buttocks. He could feel his own semen expanding around his deliciously climaxing cock in the narrow confines of her milking anal contractions.
The entire experience was so surprisingly, incredibly pleasurable that Ben had not yet recovered from the shock of it.
"ELLEN!" he cried out "OH GOD, ELLEN!"
Colette slipped back down the hall, her little bare feet gliding over the thick carpet of the hall. She couldn't help grinning to herself at the interesting exchange she had just overheard ... and she couldn't wait until the next moming when she would feel much better qualified to teach young Tim now that she knew some of the problems he was up against.
She was so excited that her small hand had already reached down between her legs to touch the seeping spot where her golden-haired pussy throbbed nakedly and impatiently beneath her flowing nightgown ... even before she reached the safety and security of her own bed.
She had already started the delicious friction underneath her nightgown that would send her into a deep and satisfying sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
"Now, Teem ... let us begin!" Colette turned the first page of the French book. They were having their lesson on the secluded glassed-in back porch, where scores of beautiful plants thrived in the warm morning sunlight. Colette thought it was a perfect place to teach her young charge, and she was filled with enthusiasm as the lesson began. She studied Tim carefully as he bent over the book, seemingly engrossed in the first page of the lesson.
He was such a beautiful boy, that Colette had trouble controlling her breathing while she looked at him. The sun shone directly down upon his fair hair making it shine in the bright sunlight, and his light lashes and brows gave him an angelic look that she found most attractive.
"Ah we had this stuff last year in school!" Tim said, suddenly, breaking Colette's reverie. Startled, Colette hastily ascertained the level of the beginner's book and assured Tim that she would find him a more advanced text. She spoke a few words of French with the boy and discovered that he had indeed already learned some of the complex language in his regular school the year before.
"Well ... what shall we do today, then?" she asked. "Perhaps you have some questions ... we could discuss anything you like ... it will be a general lesson."
Tim studied Colette's beautiful young face. She was wearing a short smock of a silky material, but the smock nevertheless had a deep plunging neckline ... there appeared to be a button missing at the top ... either that or Colette had removed it herself!
"How old are you, anyway?" Tim asked, suspecting that the girl was hardly older than he was. He enjoyed watching her blush and finally stammer out a response. She certainly was pretty with those pink cheeks of hers and that golden blonde hair.
"Why ... I am 19 years old...." she replied.
"Gee, you're pretty young aren't you ... I mean to have a degree and all?"
"Yes, but I assure you I know as much as if I were a great deal older," Colette replied, pointedly. "I'll tell you what, we'll take a walk and observe nature at work!"
As they traversed the extensive grounds, Tim was surprised when Colette took his hand in hers ... he started to remove it, but then the warm pressure of her small palm against his was curiously reassuring and gentle, and he maintained the contact. But as they walked all sorts of thoughts were going through his head ... anything but the compilation of nature facts that Colette was spewing forth so knowingly. She seemed to know the name of every tree and every bush and flower that they encountered, but Tim was impressed with the perfume she wore, which was a sweeter scent than that which his mother usually wore, but one which enchanted him almost just as much. As they walked along, finally leaving the grounds and crossing a wheat field, Tim began to feel intoxicated by the nearness of his teen-aged governess. She seemed to exude femininity in a way that was entirely different from his mother, somehow more intimate and more approachable. She was like a friend ... perhaps an older sister ... the companion he'd always longed for ... closer to his own age than his mother, and freer ... much freer! During the course of their outing Tim found that Colette, despite her petite, almost frail, appearance, was quite athletic. They ran together across the fields until they were breathless, and when Colette climbed a handy tree, Tim discovered that the young governess was wearing a pair of tight shorts beneath her smock. As she was laughing down at him from the boughs of the tree, Tim could have sworn that she was inviting him to examine those long, smooth legs, that went up and up until the tight vee of her pink shorts was visible.
When he scrambled happily up into the tree to join her, Tim was amazed to feel her lips planted firmly upon his cheek. He was sitting next to her, perched upon a sturdy limb, and yet he thought he might tumble head first down to the ground some feet below them. He felt a sweet stirring inside him, a remembrance of some of the best things he had felt about his mother, but with an added kick as his young nerve-ending recalled the most recent feelings he'd been having about her since her remarriage to Ben Parker.
But the kiss was over as soon as it had started, and they were already climbing down. Colette raced across the field and he ran as fast as he could to catch her, daring in one breathless leap to clasp her around the waist and to fall in a tangled heap to the ground with her.
Tim's boyish legs were intertwined with the young girl's and he found his face pushing into her bosom when he fell. He grew giddy with the secret personal scent that emanated from her softly protruding breasts, and as Colette twisted playfully away from him, his entire face brushed against those delightfully shaped swellings. They rolled away from each other, and Tim sat looking at his new teacher, his eyes betraying the burning he felt inside. Between his legs he could feel his young inexperienced cock growing in size, and it grew so big that he was afraid Colette would see and he jumped up and ran away from her.
That night Colette smiled to herself while applying her night cream. Spread across her dressing table in her room were all the beauty creams she had brought with her from Paris after Ben Parker had answered her advertisement in the American paper. It had been a rather satisfactory morning and she was glad that she had insisted upon making lunch for the two of them. For one thing, she knew that Mrs. Parker was in no condition to do any cooking that day ... she had spent most of the day in her room and Colette explained to Tim that the dinner the night before had disagreed with his mother.
It was certainly the truth, and she was a great believer in the truth. Especially when such a darling boy like Tim was in danger of being permanently harmed because of certain lacks in his education! She began to brush her hair, observing her delicate features in the mirror as she did so. The way he had looked when his face had pressed against her breasts earlier! Flow delicious, she thought. How sweet!
She was conscious of her naked body as she sat completely unclothed before the mirror. She was totally aware that it was something of winch she had every right to be proud. Breasts high and firm and proud, jutting impertinently upward at a tilting angle, softly sloping flat belly covered with a fine down of angelic blonde fuzz that was almost invisible, and then the gentle pubic mound, her prize possession, her tender jewel. Her long, shapely legs tensed together momentarily, squeezing the little triangular "vee" of her hair-fringed pussy until she felt a wonderful mounting sensation of desire begin to spread ever so slowly between her legs to the lower part of her belly.
"MMmmmmm...." she moaned. "I'll have to take care of you again myself, sweet pussy ... never let it be said that I neglected you!"
Rising from the seat of her dressing table, Colette slowly made her way to the turned down bed. It looked ever so inviting and she could hardly wait to slide down between the soft sheets where she could vent her rising lusts upon her petite body.
Slipping down into the cool bed, she stretched her feet to the coldest parts near the bottom of the bed and at the same time spread her gently tapered legs wide apart, arching her lithe torso upward slightly so that the tufted mound of her blonde cunt was raised high. The tiny pussy lips were slightly parted, and within the dark confines of the silken hairs that curled about it, lay the pulsing gem of her secret flesh. All her being concentrated on the center of this seeping pit, and her pink-tipped breasts round and high set upon her heaving chest trembled slightly in anticipation. Slowly her fingers wound down along her slender flanks, masochistically tantalizing, moving across her soft sloping stomach and touching upon the first fuzz of hairs.
"Ooooh!" she shivered, moving her head upon the pillow, her blonde hair shifting and falling in tousled curls about her face. "MMMmmmm...! "
Then her first two fingers slipped in between the tender pink flesh of her inner pussy, one on either side of the little quivering mound of sex. With a slow intense motion, she began to roll her fingers together, squeezing and massaging the moist peak of the most sensitive part of her tender pussy. She began uncontrollably to roll her quivering naked buttocks back and forth, shifting her hips up and down with rising excitement. Soft cat-like mewls came from her parted lips as the tip of her clitoris, giving into the ha If-pleasing, half-painful friction of Colette's fingers, began to swell like a small engorged prick, reddening and twitching with each pressuring touch. Colette sighed as she carried out the delightful task which she knew she would continue for at least an hour. It felt too good to stop. Her calf muscles tensed, her teeth tightly clenched, she increased the intense rubbing of her highly aroused pussy.
"Ooooh! Ooooh, it's been much too long, little cunt ... much too loooong!" she whispered in her native French as her secret cuntal slit became more and more flooded with passion, and her hungry loins writhed in self-induced ecstasy.
Her mind sought out a suitable fantasy to accompany the wonderful sensations she was creating inside her own tormented body.
Recalling little Tim's embarrassment earlier and how he had run away to hide his bulging erection, she murmured, "Soo ... ooo ... soon little pussy, perhaps we'll find someone for you ... oh yes ... Bientot!"
In his room next door, Tim thought angrily about how his mother had stayed in her room all day ... not even bothering to make him lunch or dinner. At least his stepfather had been away all day, though he hadn't seen him at all either! It hurt him very much that his mother no longer had time for him, and he tried to turn his thoughts back to Colette, in an effort to console himself. Then his hand gripped the swollen staff of his adolescent cock, pulling back on the thick foreskin until the glistening red head slipped out. His mind went gloriously blank for a few moments as he gratefully accepted the overwhelming tide of passion that resulted from his secret manipulations beneath the covers of his bed. Then as he began to move his hand up and down along the length of his boyish cock, his brain began to toss up images, twisted confused images of his mother, and then of Colette ... and then Colette was his mother, or his mother was Colette!
But from each of them he was receiving love in its purest state as he gave himself to his fingers moving deftly and surely along his rock-hard penis.
"OOOOH YES, MOM ... YESSS!" he sighed finally as the bliss of orgasm struck him hard, and in an instant he felt himself falling into a deep slumber filled with the continuing dream of the two women in his life.
* * *
"Today we will study three subjects, Teem," Colette began. It was a bright sunny morning, and she hoped to get a great deal accomplished. "French, American History and Natural Science. Now will you please open your Natural Science book to page 14 ... Learning Adventures. First read the page to yourself and then we will discuss it together!"
Dutifully, Tim opened the new book and propping it on the small desk before him began to read. Colette slipped into a seat beside him and opened up her own book, placing it on his desk, too. She seemed to be reading, too. so he said nothing and continued to peruse the book.
Cactus land, The southern Arizona desert is a place of enchantment and mystery ... On the wide floor of the desert some of the strangest and most beautiful plants in the world grow.
He continued reading, but soon he realized that everything he read reminded him of Colette ... she surely was strange and beautiful ... a mystery to him. She breathed softly beside him and he inhaled her fragrant perfume, growing heady with her nearness.
After a few moments Colette turned to him. "Have you completed the page?" she asked.
"Yes, Colette...." she had insisted upon him calling her by her first name rather than Mile Baissiere, and it still made him blush to do so.
"Then tell me what you have learned ... just tell me in your own words...."
Her amber eyes glowed with a strange inner fire as they looked directly into his, and Tim felt as though they were piercing to the depths of his soul. The reaction began deep in the base of his spine like a fierce tingling sensation and that quickly enveloped him, spreading around to the loose sac of his testicles he could feel them contracting as his limp penis began to swell irrepressibly. There was nothing he could do to stop it. Tim wondered if Colette could tell that the gentle pressure of her leg against his was beginning to drive him crazy. He couldn't move it though, couldn't change the magic feeling that seemed to be seeping from his young teacher to him. She didn't even seem to notice. He glanced at her sideways and saw that she was once more looking at the book.
"Well?" she asked suddenly.
"Uh ... what did I learn? Well the air is hot and dry in the desert ... there are coyotes and kit foxes..." Tim wondered what Colette would think if he told her he thought she resembled a kit fox. His mother had never reminded him of an animal. She was just a big, beautifully soft woman ... but Colette was something else.
"What about the cactuses, Teem?" she inquired without lifting her eyes again.
"Well, there are all different kinds...."
Tim's eyes automatically glued themselves to the picture on the opposite page. The large saguaro cactuses pointing skyward reminded him of the embarrassing state of his engorged and pulsing cock, and with some difficulty he pointed to them and said, "Those...." Tim's voice came out all gravelly, and it didn't sound like his voice at all, he thought, but Colette didn't seem to notice anything different as she continued the lesson which was growing more and more painful to Tim with each passing second.
"Why, Teem? Why those?" Her breath smelled like peppermint, and Tim wondered if she had a candy in her mouth.
"Because ... uh, they're the biggest!"
"I see...." Colette smiled indulgently. "But can you tell me any interesting facts about this cactus?"
Desperate, Tim stuttered, "Some are over forty feet high ... they hold water inside them ... some are twisted and some are straight and tall like those ... they have three inch spines that stick out from their sides...."
Did she notice that her leg was moving.. actually rubbing against his? Sweat popped out on his forehead, and his vision was blurring. Then Tim gasped as he felt Colette's hand was on his leg, just above the knee. He couldn't believe it! It took every bit of strength that he could muster to sit still when he wanted to jump up and run away from the silken blonde girl beside him. But he felt magnetized by her presence, rooted to the spot, his young cock bulging higher still, aching with undefined longings that Tim already sensed could somehow be assuaged by this older woman. It was one thing to think about her as just a girl ... but when it got right down to it, she was a grown woman, and he was far from being a man. If he were a man. he would have gotten rid of his stepfather long ago! Perhaps Colette would help him ... she was there to teach him, after all ... perhaps, he thought, she would teach him to become a man!! !
At the same moment he thought this, her searching hand reached his hardened adolescent cock, right where it strained hardest for relief against his cordoroy pants! Her touch sent electric shocks through him and his penis expanded more than he had ever know it to do. Tim's breath was almost non-existent as Colette's fingers began a steady rhythm, furtively rubbing up and down along the outer surface of his pants, outlining the thick bump formed by his aching cock!
"Go on. Teem ... don't stop ... tell me more!" Colette said, looking at him once more. Her gaze was steady ... almost defiant, and Tim could see that little amused spark in her eyes.
"I ... I ... I don't know what to say...." he stammered, "I ... I can't think...."
"Because of my hand . . ? " Colette asked. "Does it feel so good that you can't think?"
Tim nodded wordlessly. Her hand was doing the most incredible things ... making circles, lines, moving up, then down, then across the sensitive head with a flourish. Tim groaned out loud and closed his eyes briefly.
"What does it make you think about ... what does it make you want to do?"
"I ... I don't know...." His eyes were mere slits and he kept them lowered now, not daring to look at the young lady who was doing such things to him. He could see her hand moving at his groin ... it was pale and white and scampered across his front as though it were an erotic spider. Looking a bit to the side, Tim could see that his young governess' skirt had risen up around her hips, and that she was wearing some kind of dark stockings that through which he could see her clear pale thighs. The warm physical contact with the older woman was unlike anything he had ever known before, and he knew that he wanted it to continue no matter how frightening it was.
"Does it make you want to touch me, too?" Colette whispered, and the sound of her voice made Tim realize that the young governess was excited too.
"Y ... yes..." he said hesitantly. The thought of touching her anywhere was terrifyingly wonderful, when Colette took his hand in her other hand and placed it upon her thigh, Tim thought he would faint dead away, especially since the marvelous motions of her fingers on his tensely throbbing cock were becoming more and more devastating, sending him into a state bordering on orgasm. In a few seconds he was going to cum and cum violently if she kept it up. Almost as if she sensed this, Colette abruptly stopped her fondling the swollen area of her young 12-year-old charge's groin. Instead she began to move his hand upon her thigh, sliding it slowly back and forth across the silky texture of her stockings. Beneath them Tim could feel the firm but pliant expanse of Colette's long, smooth upper thigh as she pressed his hand down against it. A drop of his perspiration fell onto the book on the desk in front of him and Tim gulped loudly and tried to pull his hand away. But she held him firm in her small hand with a strength he would not have imagined ... but then neither would he have imagined any of the incredible things that were happening to him this morning.
"You must learn all sorts of things if you are to be happy in your new household, Tim!"
Colette said mysteriously, working his hand higher and higher upon her leg so that Tim's fingers brushed against the raised hem of her skirt with each upward motion. "And I will teach you all you need to know ... Would you like that?"
"OH YES!" Tim blurted out. "YES ... I want to learn to be more like him ... but better than him ... much better!
Colette smiled. The boy was much more aware than she had originally thought. "Yes, of course," she replied. 'That was exactly what I had in mind ... and there is no doubt that you will be much better than he is!" She was thinking of the brutality she had overheard two nights before, and with a grimace she thought what a pleasure it would be to somehow get even with her employer for harsh treatment of Mrs. Parker.
"Today we will concentrate on that then," she said. Once you learn this, all your other lessons will come much more easily!
With that, she began to run her fingers up the length of his fly, reached the zipper and quickly slipped it down. The noise it made seemed to fill the sunny porch, and Tim seemed to feel it reverberating in his ears!
"OOOOhhh please!" Tim cried. He didn't know exactly what he meant by that, but Colette didn't seem to care, her roving fingers reached in stealthily and cradled the youthful sperm-filled sacs of his naked, almost hairless testicles.
"Oh, I'm going crazy!" Tim cried jumping backwards a little on his seat.
"Spread your legs wider!" Colette commanded, and he found himself obeying instantly. Colette laughed softly, a tinkling melodious sound that sent chills up and down his 12-year-old spine. His tormented penis slipped up and out through the slit of his shorts and a drop of clear lubricating liquid flowed down, touching the French governess' fingers where they moved slowly upon his writhing balls. He moaned as he felt some of his own fluid trickle down between his legs.
"Oh God! ... Oh God!" he cried.
She was still moving his hand upon her thigh, and it had reached the spot on her leg where the stockings stopped and a black frilly garter belt clasped them together. The naked white flesh slid beneath his fingers, and he felt her moving them ever upward ... Where would she ever stop?
Then something was happening ... Colette was raising herself slightly from her seat. With her right hand, she slowly plunged Tim's fingers up past the tight elastic of her panties, within the dark, hot confines of her seeping wet pussy. Tim felt the tiny hairs tickling his fingers as they encountered the soft spongy mass of his teacher's willingly open pussy.
"OH WOW!" he exclaimed, "WOW!"
"Yes, Little Teem ... that's my little pussy ... just like a soft little furry cat ... I'm sure you will come to love it ... and to pet it often!" Her fingers rose and she held his fiercely throbbing cock in her other hand, stroking it with the flat of her palm. Tim leaned back against his chair and began to move his thighs with the same rhythm of Colette's strokes. Then the obviously excited young girl leaned forward as she felt Tim's fingers begin to move on their own within her tingling pink pussy, bringing her face within inches of his moistly throbbing cock head. She hesitated a second and then dipped her head forward, letting her tiny pink tongue dart out to slide wetly around the glistening red, pulsing head. Tim sucked in his breath. She was going to touch it with her mouth. He groaned again as Colette opened her mouth wide and enclosed the whole smooth rubbery head of his cock with hot damp lips. Her mouth tightened around the excitedly twitching member and her tongue began to swirl around the tip in a fantastic, maddening dance. Instinctively, Tim raised his loins and drove the wet shaft of his boyish cock all the way into the French governess' mouth.
Looking down he could see the whole thing as if from a great distance, with incredible clarity, and the sight itself excited him even more. He could see his rock-hard member ... the very same instrument that he was accustomed to watching in his own hands ... disappearing into Colette's tiny open mouth. Fascinated in his blissful torment, he watched as his glistening wet penis slipped from her saliva-filled mouth and her pink ovaled lips pushed against the desire-swollen shaft, convoluting as it slid helplessly in and out. Over and over Tim moaned, clenching his teeth as incoherent mutterings slipped out between them, and his perversely sucking governess' mouth worked harder and harder upon his slippery staff.
Colette could feel his throbbing vibrations quicken with each downstroke of her mouth. His pulsing young cock filled her hungrily sucking mouth so well and she felt the sensual hardness of it striking against the soft surfaces inside her mouth, the knobby head poking against the insides of her cheeks with an insistency that made her own heat build even higher. She let the very tips of her pearly white teeth dig into the desperately yearning flesh of his inexperienced young cock, scraping ever so slightly as she sucked. Then her tongue lashed out with increasing fury, moving about so fast that Tim felt that the top would explode at any instant! She began to squirm around in her seat, moving her hungrily gyrating pussy about over his small fingers, forcing the little outer lips to spread as she ground down upon the boy's hand. Her passion-flooded cunt slipped easily back and forth against his fingers with each downward bob of her head. Ignoring the awkwardness of her position, Colette sought to bring them both the maximum of pleasure under the circumstances. She bobbed her tousled blonde head faster and faster, puffing out her cheeks with the full extent of his rising young cock, feeling it slide hard to the farthest reaches of her constricting throat. Once she almost gagged on the shaft as it went back particularly far into her tender white throat, but then she continued with frenzied abandon, lewdly bumping her nakedly exposed cuntal surface against Tim's wetly ensconced fingers and letting the gushing lips slap with soft moist sounds against him. Her rising clitoris ground down upon his fingers and she began to keen out loud.
"OOOHHHHHH it's good...." she mumbled onto his trembling red cock, "It's so fiiinnnnnne!"
Tim felt his cock expanding wildly. He thought it was going to split right down the middle, it seemed so full. He pushed harder up into her, cruelly battering her insanely sucking mouth, as he felt the full load of his sticky, hot cum filling up in his balls, he was going to shoot straight into her mouth any minute now, and he wondered if that was what she wanted ... Surely she didn't want to swallow it!! But even if she didn't, he couldn't stop what was going to happen. 'His desperately straining cock was going to squirt into the dark crevice of Colette's mouth!
Colette squirmed furiously in her seat and plunged her mouth madly up and down Tim's 12-year-old cock. She wanted Tim's white-hot liquid spurting into her mouth, and she was completely immersed in the lewd twitching of his hard pounding flesh.
"OOOooooOOHHH I'M THERE! I'M THERE!" Tim screamed, throwing his head back as though he had been stuck, and then he felt Colette's warm, clinging mouth skewer completely down upon his virgin cock, and her flooded, pulsing cunt and jiggling buttocks were flailing about upon his boyish fingers as he pushed and clawed upward into the yawning depths of her nakedly trembling pussy with quivering compulsiveness. His mouth fell open as torrents of his white-hot cum spilled forth from his surging cock and sped through to the aching depths of his blonde teacher's throat. He continued to sputter out his joy, pumping deep into her thirstily milking mouth, and he could feel the liquid running down his climaxing shaft and slipping loosely from her mouth. At the same time Colette felt the rolling and swelling sensation of her own orgasm charging through her, and she rode the young boy's nervously jiggling fingers with abandon, feeling her tightly throbbing pussy go through a hundred different spasms in one shattering climax. Then she let her body go limp against her 12-year-old charge's body, moaning from the exhaustion of her conquest.
Tim collapsed too, his spent cock still quivering inside Colette's hot mouth.
"Oh boyboyboy...." he whispered, "OH BOY OH BOY!"
* * *
Fifteen minutes later there came a discreet knock upon the door. A completely composed Colette went to answer it, and admitted Mrs. Parker to the sunny classroom.
"Hello, Colette ... Hello, Tim...." Ellen smiled timidly, slightly ill at ease in the room.
"Mother!" Tim looked up from his Natural Science book. He was alarmed to see his mother in the room where he had just experienced his first lesson in manhood, and he froze as she came toward him. Surely she would be able to see that there was something different about him.!
Ellen bent and kissed her son upon the cheek. She looked pretty and fresh as she told him, "I just came to see how you are getting along ... since I didn't get to see you at all yesterday ... Tonight we'll have a lovely dinner together, won't we?"
"Yes, Ma'm...." Tim wanted to call after her as she left the room, but he realized he couldn't very well do that ... what would he say after all ... what could he ask her ... what could he tell her?
Colette closed the door behind Mrs. Parker, and turned back to her willing pupil. "Don't worry, Teem," she said, "Soon everything will be all right ... you'll see!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Standing on tiptoe, Ellen replaced the bottle of vodka. It was almost empty. She stared down into the glass of orange juice that she had half filled with the clear alcoholic beverage and after stirring the ice-cubes with her finger she took a deep drink from the glass. She was surprised at how good it made her feel. Her nerves had been none too steady recently and she had found that the refreshing addition of vodka to her orange juice helped considerably.
She'd already had two that morning, and now that it was three o'clock, Ellen decided that she could do with another. Ben was away at his office and Tim and Colette had gone out for a nature walk so she was alone in the house. It felt good to be alone. That way she found it much easier to collect herself. She was so pleased that the French governess seemed to be working out so well ... especially at a time when she herself seemed so unable to cope with anything!
Carrying her glass with her from the bar of the den, Ellen moved slowly through the hallway and climbed the stairs to her bedroom.
She was still wearing her long blue bathrobe, since she didn't feel there was any reason to go to the trouble of getting dressed. It was much more comfortable to trail around the house in her old robe ... it made her think of simpler times ... of the times when she'd lived alone with her young son. Of course she had been terribly lonely then, but wasn't she lonely now? With grave problems to boot? It had been several days now since that fateful night when her husband's political friend and his wife had come to dinner, but Ellen still felt the traces of what had happened both before and after dinner. And what her new husband had done to her afterwards in bed! Her bottom still felt sore when she sat down a little too hard, and she felt that she would never be the same back there!
As for Ben, he had hardly spoken a dozen words to her since that night, and she had found herself wishing desperately that he would say something ... no matter what. He usually didn't return to the house until the wee hours of the morning, and then he would sleep in the den, not bothering to get into bed with her. It was so terribly humiliating, and even though he had been so brutal with her, cruelly fucking her in the ass that way, Ellen got the feeling that he wanted her to apologize to him!
The most terrible thing about it all, was that she couldn't help remembering the awful, obscene pleasure that her husband had wrung from her tortured bowels. How could she ever explain to anyone, especially herself that she had been able to enjoy such a wholly despicable act! She must be a terribly sick person, she mused, even sicker than she suspected her husband of being. Ellen sat down in the easy chair in her bedroom, placing her glass on a small table beside her. Even now she felt a dull longing in her loins ... after all, he had been neglecting her for some days now. How nice it would be to make love ... beautiful, sweet sex with the man she had to admit she still loved!
The cool orange juice slid down her throat, and only afterward came the kick of the vodka that was with it. It was good. Where, she wondered, was Ben spending his nights recently? With that Harvey Morgan, and his floozy wife? Or maybe with some woman she didn't even know about! She didn't doubt it! Over and over again, Ellen tried to find some solution to the almost unsolvable problem she was faced with. But every time, she reached a dead end. There just didn't seem to be anything that she could do. Her marriage was ruined, and she hadn't even been married a month yet! She was about to get up and go downstairs to fix another drink when the telephone rang, and she ran across the room to answer the extension next to the king sized double bed.
"Hello...." she said breathlessly.
"Hello, Ellen?" It was Ben!
"Oh, Ben, I'm so glad you called ... I want to ... to talk to you ... I. . "
"Listen Ellen ... this is important. This campaign is getting on the road, and I'm inviting Harvey and Sally Morgan over on Friday night to get it all straightened out. . " he paused, and Ellen was silent for a moment.
"Friday? That's tomorrow night ... I...."
"Ellen I can be mayor of this town by next November, if we play our cards right ... and once I'm mayor don't think I'm going to stop there ... we'll move out of this hick town and to Albany before I'm through! Now are you with me or not!"
"Yes ... yes ... Yes Ben ... Yes, I'll make sure the dinner is perfect ... I'll...."
"Great!" he cut her off. "And you be perfect, too...."I'm counting on you to make a little better impression on old Harvey! He may be a slob but he's one of the most influential and richest slobs in this state and don't you forget it!"
"Yes, Ben ... I...."
"O.K. Got to go now ... I won't be in till late tonight, so don't bother to wait up."
"But.. "
"Get yourself something gorgeous to wear tomorrow night ... start using that checking account I gave you . . ! So long, Ellen."
The line went dead at the other end, and Ellen slowly replaced the receiver in its cradle. It was chilling the way he used her first name like that ... not 'darling' or 'honey' ... but 'Ellen'. In a daze, she realized what she had agreed to.. But, she wondered, what other choice do I have ... what else can I do?
Panic stricken she began to dial the number of her husband's office. She'd have to tell him! But as the call was going through, she recalled something her husband had said...."if we play our cards right!" It was the only time he had ever made an allusion to her in this manner ... to their forming a team of some sort! Perhaps he did love her ... need her, after all!
"Good morning, Barker, Selfway and Anderson ... may I help you?" The efficient voice of Ben's secretary faded away as Ellen hung up the telephone.
Perhaps she could do it ... she was probably only exaggerating her reaction to Harvey and Sally Morgan ... this time, surely they would drink less, and the most that might happen might be Harvey pawing her knee, or making some undignified comment. Certainly she should be able to put up with that, to see her husband in the governor's mansion one day!
She stood up and began to undo her robe, convincing herself that she was after all an adult ... a grown woman who could handle any situation given the right way of looking at it! She'd been silly to let it all get to her like that! She went to her closet to pick out a dress to wear into the city. She'd find something really wonderful to wear for the coming dinner, and she'd also order some of those wonderful hors d'oeuvres from Telby's for the occasion. She wondered how the mayor's wife was addressed, and if, when her husband was governor, she could handle all the many duties that would be required of her. Certainly this little dinner would be nothing compared to that!
* * *
It was going beautifully. Ben had even told her how beautiful she was earlier, and now they were finishing the exquisite meal she had prepared for them. Even Sally Morgan didn't appear as cheap as she had the first time they'd met ... she was wearing a rather conservative dress that at least covered the bulging mounds of her breasts and full blown hips and buttocks. And it was true, Ellen thought, as she downed another glass of the fine white wine Ben had bought for the dinner, no one was getting nearly as drunk as before ... It didn't occur to her that she herself was drinking more this time, in fact, the rosy glow of all the drinks she'd had was contributing to her mellow outlook. Ben smiled across the table at her, and she rose a trifle unsteadily. Going over to him on her way to the kitchen she bent to kiss him gently on the neck.
"Mmmmmm," Ben declared. "You look good enough to eat! I'll make it up to you tonight, babe ... the last few nights, I mean!" he whispered to her.
Her ears humming, Ellen swayed into the kitchen. She could hardly contain her excitement ... If only their company would go now and leave them alone ... she could almost feel Ben's touch, almost tell what he would do to her that night in their own marital bed! Once in the kitchen, she poured herself a generous glass of brandy, drank it down swiftly and then located the snifter glasses for the others. She wondered happily if Sally Morgan had overheard Ben's words . she hoped so. It made her feel fantastic that Ben was being so openly appreciative of her! She was sure he wouldn't have been dancing with Sally like that before if it hadn't been for the brandy ... and then, too, perhaps he had sensed then that she didn't approve of Harvey and Sally, and had wanted to get back at her.
She carried the small tray containing the glasses out to the table and barely prevented herself from stumbling over a hump in the oriental rug. Harvey leapt up and grabbed her arm, righting the tray and helping her into her seat.
He really isn't that bad, she thought. Just a little crude, but everyone can't be perfect. .
She was wearing a diaphanous gown of pale lemon chiffon with a low plunging neckline that wasn't nearly as revealing as the other dress, but was nevertheless enormously flattering to her lovely figure. She sat back in her chair, feeling proud that she had such beautiful breasts ... breasts that her husband would be touching later on. Even the fact that Harvey was looking at her breasts with a fixed star did not upset her at all. It made her feel all the more desirable!
"Let's take these down to the playroom," Ben suggested, and Ellen declared that she thought that a good idea.
"We can show you the movies of our wedding," Ben said, and feeling inordinately proud, Ellen led the procession downstairs to the spacious playroom that had just been completed. The projector had already been set up she noticed, and several reels of film were already set out. She supposed that Ben had done it earlier.
"Sit right down, folks!" Ben said, "I'll have this thing going in a minute!"
Ellen sat on a low sofa and Harvey sat between her and his wife Sally.
"I can hardly wait!" he said.
"Me too...." Ellen admitted, squirming a little on her seat. When Harvey reached out and took her hand she resisted the urge to withdraw it and told herself that would be silly. What did a little hand holding matter anyway? The brandy was passed around again and Ellen drank hers down.
"Gee ... I'm feeling a little fuzzy around the edges ... I'd better not have any more!" she suddenly giggled. Harvey squeezed her hand and laughed, and she heard Sally laugh, too, and then the lights went out. There on the large screen in front of them were the pictures of her wedding to Ben. It had been a simple ceremony performed by a justice of the peace, but Ben had asked a film-maker to come and record the moment for posterity. She felt misty as she watched the short film, and she kept looking at the shadowy figure of her husband as he operated the projector. She wished he would come and sit with her instead of Harvey, but she supposed he knew the most about the projector. The next time Harvey squeezed her hand, she squeezed back. He was obviously entirely sympathetic with her. How could she have misjudged him so, just because of one little error of judgment?
The film ended, and another came on immediately after. Ellen didn't know what it was going to be, but she liked movies, and sat a little lower in her seat preparing to enjoy herself.
Harvey seemed to be sitting a little closer to her, and she could feel his large, ham-like thigh next to hers. But she really didn't mind, so she forced herself to forget about it.
"You'll all find this one very interesting. Ellen take special note!" Ben said. There was something about his voice that struck a special note, and Ellen came to attention, realizing that he meant for her to respond in a special way. She felt an outpouring of love for him. Of course she would respond well ... this was no doubt some kind of political film, and she would be very knowledgeable ... even brilliant about it if necessary! There were credits on the screen and the title of the film was spelled out in bright crimson letters.
"The Wet Underside ... Or How To Do It In The Back Of A Car!
What did that mean, she wondered hazily. Then the picture came on the screen. It was night and there was a late model car parked in the grass somewhere in the country. Voices could be heard coming from it, but at first they were unintelligible. Then, the camera moved closer and a man's voice said, "Who taught you such nasties?"
The answer was a little feminine giggle and then a gasp, "oh do that again ... don't stop, honey ... it's nice, don't stop!"
Ellen's breath caught in her throat. There was absolute silence in the room save for the heavy breathing of Sally and Harvey beside her on the couch. There was a cutaway view of the inside of the car and in what was at first a dim light she could distinguish two half-naked bodies locked in a sensual position of lovemaking that made her freeze from shock.
The camera showed a young girl who was lying on her back with her leg raised high in the air, and a large man was sliding down in the seat until his head was between her widespread white thighs, his face even with her openly exposed pussy. The girl was murmuring words that were broken off and swallowed and spat out in her passion, and Ellen found her ears straining to hear what she was saying.
"Oh, honey, lick it, eat my pussy ... MMMmmmmm!"
Ellen just couldn't believe her eyes and ears. A tightening sensation in the pit of her stomach made her feel sick and she blinked her eyes, trying to focus them correctly upon the hideous scene. The young girl had clutched at the man's hair with both hands and was desperately grinding her straining pelvis up against his face. Suddenly Ellen saw the man's tongue lash out and disappear into the soft hair-lined split of the young girl's vagina, and then the little cooing sounds began to grow louder and louder.
The horrible film was beyond belief, and Ellen started to make a move to get up, but two things stopped her. One of them was Harvey Morgan's hand on hers, tugging her firmly backward, and the other was the realization that she had made some kind of a bargain with her husband. A bargain that he expected her to keep. He wanted her to sit there and watch this obscene movie in the company of Sally and Harvey Morgan that much was obvious, and he probably wanted her to act as though she were enjoying it! How could she ever have thought the evening would turn out nicely! She fell back on the couch feeling as though she had been struck by a blow. She tried to think straight, to clear her head, but she couldn't. She felt like screaming and dashing over to turn off the offending projector. My God, she had never seen anything like it! On the Screen the young couple were totally engrossed in one another, creating a spectacle of sheer unadulterated lust that offended her to her very soul.
"Harder, baby ... Suck harder than that!" the girl in the movie cried, "Oh yessss, like that honey!"
Ellen tried closing her eyes. She had never imagined what it would be like to watch two people make love even in a movie, and she searched inside her for the revulsion that she knew she ought to be feeling. Instead, she was surprised to find a strange light quivering high up between her slightly parted thighs as she opened her eyes once more and couldn't tear them away from the scene of the man wagging his head, bobbing it up and down furiously, making obscene wet sucking noises between the ecstatic girl's widely held thighs.
"MMMMMFH! AAaaaaghhh!" the girl moaned, sending a rash of goose-pimples rippling across Ellen's bare arms, moving up and across her full breasts, and making her nipples distend against the sheer material of her dress. Then she could see the man's tongue again working like an animal's, slobbering lewdly and wetly at the wide-spread tightness of the young girl's seeping cunt, and Ellen could see the utter bliss evident upon the girl's face above the heaving white mounds of her breasts.
Just when the entire thing was growing unbearable and Ellen thought she would die of mortification watching such a thing with these near-strangers present, she saw the man in the movie bring his hand down into the narrow dark furrow separating the keening girl's buttocks.
Suddenly she jerked her legs up high until her knees were pressing against her cushiony breasts, thereby exposing the whole flat plane of her lewdly positioned pussy to all of their eyes. The man growled and quickly slipped his tongue into the tight little puckery hole of her rectum, and
Ellen stared as if hypnotized by the sight, listening as a long, low moan escaped from the movie girl's lips and she clenched her eyes tightly as the obvious sensation he was causing her went racing headlong through her excitedly squirming body.
"OHHHH DON'T STOP NOW ... KEEP IT UP.. KEEP IT UP!" she pleaded, bucking her hips up furiously at his hotly flicking tongue as it licked mercilessly between the lewdly upturned cheeks of her pale quivering buttocks. "Stick it in ... all the way in ... Yes like that ... higher ... Oh yes, right in my aassss hole!" she cried.
Ellen could hardly breath at all now, and a rasp escaped her own throat as she felt her mouth hot and dry. The strangely exciting sensation between her thighs made her clamp them tightly together, and she became aware of how wet she was down there. She found that she was compulsively squeezing Harvey's hand and in embarrassment she dropped it though it were on fire, not noticing that it fell to her leg and remained there. She had never experienced such repulsive fascination. The obscene sights and sounds held her in a trance and her breasts had begun to throb with a desire all of their own. She found herself thinking of Ben and their last sexual experience, of how his thick cock had slipped up into her tight anal passage creating such havoc inside her that she had almost gone out of her mind with the pain and then later the pleasure of it. She knew that if they were alone at that very moment she would beg him ... even plead with him to do it over again! If only they were alone!
"CHRIST, I'M CUMMING, CUMMING!" The girl chocked out, the phrase sputtering off and ending in a tiny pitiful wail. Then the man lowered her quivering legs and raised himself over her, kneeling directly in front the girl's tormented face, one big knee straddling her helpless body on either side. Ellen could see his rigidly erect penis standing out in the air like a thickly throbbing rubber pole. He had his hand around the massive, blood-engorged knob of flesh and he rubbed its gleaming red head against the young girl's lips. Ellen watched transfixed as the girl began a rhythmic sucking upon the lust-swollen instrument, as it sawed crudely back and forth, never quite drawing all the way out, letting just the thick, bulbous tip stay inside the warm recesses of her mouth.
Abruptly an electric jolt shot through Ellen and she nearly screamed to high heaven as she felt a pair of hands slipping around her, and curling over her vulnerably palpitating breasts.
"Hush, now!" Harvey Morgan spoke into her ear as he drew her back against him, eagerly pressing his hands over the pulsing, chiffon-covered mounds of her breasts. He picked her up a little with what seemed to her to be extraordinary ease, and she found herself half sitting on his lap. He pulled her down a bit, pressing his hard rock-like cock against the crevice between her buttocks.
"Some flick, eh?" he continued to whisper, his breath hot and sticky in her ear. "I've been watching your reactions, you know ... I can see you really dig it! Ben said you would!"
"You ... you mean...."
"Yeah ... Sally and me ... we've seen this movie must be 10 or 12 times by now!" Harvey laughed and snuggled her warm soft body down against his again.
With alarm, Ellen looked around her in the darkness. She hadn't even noticed before, but neither her husband nor Sally Morgan were in the playroom. She was alone with Harvey and his gross pawing hands! The machine continued to churn on automatic, and a glance at the screen told Ellen that the lewd couple were still going at it. She could still hear the little mewls and groans of pleasure.
"I ... I think I'd better go find Ben...." she said, her voice becoming shrill. "Take your hands away, please!" she cried, trying to squirm free of his clutching fingers on her already over-sensitive breasts, feeling again the numbness of fear rising in her body. Strange thoughts of what Harvey might have in mind raced through her brain, and worse ... what her husband had in mind. What might he be doing at this very moment with that whore Sally!! ! But Harvey was not about to release the firm hold he had upon her, and she heard him chuckle softly in her ear. "You might not want to see him right now, honey ... believe me, you're better off with old Harvey ... I'll take care of you ... you'll see!" Then she felt him grinding his already stiffened penis into her soft buttocks and pressing the material of her flimsy dress into the trembling crevice of her ass-cheeks, while his fat hands lewdly massaged her quivering breasts.
"Come on, honey ... don't get all upset," he whispered again. "You and I both have been watching them licking and sucking up there and going to town ... and you and I both know that you wish you had a big juicy cock inside your tight little hole right this minute!"
Filled with revulsion at his words, Ellen tried to struggle with him, but his hands only ground harder and harder onto her fearfully trembling breasts and his sturdy cock slipped back and forth through the material of their clothes up against her defensively clenching buttocks.
"See ... Look ... now he's fucking her!" Harvey nodded up toward the screen, and looking up, sure enough, Ellen could see that the coupling bodies were indeed in the throes of a smoldering lust that was almost unfathomable. Then Harvey's fat hands were slipping down inside the "vee" of her gown to her nakedly throbbing breasts, cupping them hard and tweaking the taut little nipples as she gaped at the couple on the screen. He pinched hard upon both erect nipples, sending flashes of pain and pleasure shooting up and down her spine, and she heard herself issue a loud and helpless groan. Then his big tongue was pushing moistly into her ear, swirling around and causing her to jump backward, but she only pressed harder against his rampant, virile cock.
"Look at that wide-open cunt ... he's fucking her up to the tits!" Harvey cried out.
"Oh, no ... please, please don't! Oh God!" she pleaded, tears coming to her eyes. But he had her in a position where she really couldn't fight back, and they both knew it.
"Don't scream too loud, now ... you wouldn't want Ben to hear, would you? I mean ... you do care about his campaign, don't you, now?"
She became stiff, stricken with the full import of what he was saying. It was a kind of blackmail, and she was caught in the middle. Her husband was giving her to this man and if she didn't go through with it, his entire career could be ruined! Good Lord, how had she ever gotten into such a thing?
"I ... I want to see Ben anyway ... I want to...."
Behind her, Harvey sucked in his breath impatiently. His big overfed stomach jiggled against her back. She became afraid of what his reaction would be when she heard him suck in his breath in exasperation. Then he seemed to be considering her request for a second and said, "Okay, I'll tell you what ... I've got a pretty good idea of what ol' Ben is up to right now ... so you just keep your big brown eyes glued to that screen and I'll clue you in! See that? She's got her sexy pins wrapped right up round ol' Ben's neck now ... that's my Sally's cunt wide open so your husband can stuff his fat cock all the way up in her belly so far she can taste it!"
"Nooooo!" Ellen pleaded, really in tears now. The idea that what Harvey Morgan was saying was true was just too much to imagine, and yet, she seemed to know that he was telling the truth, that in fact if she did go to seek out Ben and Sally she would find them in an erotic state similar to the lewdly gyrating couple on the screen! Ellen's eyes were riveted to the screen as she watched the girl's long legs wrap around his hips ... and she visualized Ben's hips ... Sally's heels tight against the cheeks of his buttocks, straining to pull him deeper inside her. The cords on the in sides of her soft thighs were taut as she pushed her downy cunt back up over his glistening prick, and her widely straining buttocks were lifted several inches up off the seat as she desperately struggled to absorb the hard-driving cock as much as possible ... forcing it to sink deeper into the fleshy pink folds of her nibbling pussy.
The sound seemed to be deafening as they began to beat against each other hard, hairy masculinity fucking wetly into softly pulsing pussy.
"You wanted to see them ... well there they are ... look at Ben go ... really throwing it in to old Sal!"
The girl on the screen was muttering obscene phrases at the man as she squirmed lewdly beneath him, and Ellen was alarmed to feel that darting tingle start menacingly up between her own thighs once more. She was horrified at the thought that Ben could have done such a thing to her, and the more she watched the screen, the more certain she was that he was doing the same thing to Harvey Morgan's wife! Then suddenly, her body stiffened as she felt Harvey's free hand sliding gently down over her nervously knotted stomach ... down, down still farther, to apply a steady pressure to the gently curved mound of her pelvis, where the tingling was the most intense ... where she felt the strongest effects of the enormous quantities of alcohol she had consumed that night coursing lazily through her bloodstream. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, fighting with all her might the terrible sensations that began to surge unchecked through her body. But this strange man's large fingers twiddling at her nipple and sliding about at the top of her tender, hopelessly aroused cunt were too much for her. The throbbing hardness of his desire-swollen cock grinding ever upward into the cleft of her lap-spread buttocks brought a soft moan of submission from deep in her throat. .
"Yeah ... honey ... sure, come on!" he slurped into her ear. "Sally's probably getting one good fuck out of your husband right now ... we can't let them have all the fun now!"
"Oooohh, no don't, don't ... please ... please!" Ellen whimpered. But the lewdly exciting feelings were rippling through her. "I ... I've only had two men in my life ... My first husband ... and ... and Ben!" The strange admission made her feel even worse when she realized that Harvey became even more excited by it than he had been before. "Damn! That's nice ... that's real nice ... and I'll be the third! There's a good girl ... there's gotta be a first time for everything, sweetheart!"
Ellen gasped and held her breath. He was pulling up on her dress, gathering it up so high that the hem reached to the top of her thighs. and she could feel the cool air of the playroom rush up against them as his fingers came searing into the soft vulnerability of her naked flesh. A rippling shock wave ran along the flesh of her legs as she felt Harvey slipping the thickness of his middle finger slowly under the tight elastic leg-band of her panties. Squirming back against him, one hand trying to push him away, while the other clutched at the hand inside her dress cupping her breasts, she struggled fiercely but to no avail. His expertly searching middle finger found the narrow sensitive slit of her pussy and thrust gently up into it, parting the softness of her pubic hair and making a sudden delicious contact with the tiny throbbing head of her clitoris. She was wet and slippery down there from the unwanted desire that pulsed throughout her entire body! Shameful pleasure built deep inside her, as she found herself reacting to the wonderfully maddening caresses of her husband's business associate. Her hips squirmed upward involuntarily toward the rubbing of Harvey's middle finger.
"Little pussy loves it!" Harry whispered, "Pussy loves my finger!"
"OH GOD! . OH GOD!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Tim put on his robe over his pajamas and was his way down the hall of Colette's room. She asked him to meet her there that night at midnight and he had waited breathlessly beside his alarm clock for the moment to come when he would at last find out what she had meant when she'd told him . .
'Tonight I think I can answer a great many of the questions I sense building inside you. Wear something dark and come to my room. Together we will find out all the answers!"
Timidly, he knocked on her door and was alarmed to find herself whisked hurriedly inside.
"Shhh ... h . h . hh!" she cautioned him, closing the door behind him. "You weren't seen, were you?"
"No, mommy and Ben have company downstairs. . " Tim replied, looking at his c-year-old governess' pale and beautiful face. She was not dressed for bed he noticed, and the dress she was wearing was short and simple and of some kind of woolly material.
"I know that...." Colette replied, passing a hand over Tim's blonde hair. "My little darling ... that much I know!" Tim felt a delightful shiver slip through him at
Colette's touch, and his young cock rose in anticipation. He would never forget what she had done to him the other morning, and how he had felt beneath her dress, felt the secret place sopping wet and wonderful on his fingers. And best of all the pleasure that she had seemed to feel because of him! And even though she had not touched him or allowed him to touch her since that wonderful morning, he had great hopes that tonight something equally as exciting would happen.
He looked excitedly around Colette's room, taking in everything as though he would gain more clues to her mystery just by absorbing the details of the place in which she lived. Colette turned out the light beside her bed and whispered to him.
"We are going to see what they are up to...."
"What? You mean Mom and Ben and their company?"
"Yes ... but you must do everything I say and you must be very quiet ... perhaps we will see some very interesting things which will further your education considerably!"
"B ... but!"
"Don't ask questions now ... just observe and if you have some questions later, I will try to answer then! Now come along...."
Colette opened the door of her room and slipped into the hallway, pulling her young charge after her. Colette tiptoed hurriedly down to the first floor, and Tim followed her already wondering what could possibly be down there ... what could possibly be interesting about his mother and step-father's company. Once on the ground floor, the sound of music coming softly from the den reached their ears, and Colette drew Tim after her toward it.
* * *
"It's hard again!"
Ben Parker held his big cock in his hands, watching it perform as he made it twitch and jerk by controlling the muscles of his loins in a certain way. He was lying completely naked on the floor of the den, cradled in the softness of the fuck rug. On the record-player he had stacked a sufficient amount of lulling tunes to last him much longer than necessary. Across the room from him, Sally Morgan sat absolutely naked in a big overstuffed chair. She yawned slightly, and smiled wanly over at Ben, rubbing her enormous breasts in an absent-minded manner.
"You wanna do it again, Ben? Don't you wanna see how your wife and Harvey are getting along?"
Ben laughed, "Yeah, I guess you're right!" he said, jumping suddenly to his feet. "Should be pretty interesting by now, anyway...!"
Outside the door, his eyes bugging out with wonder, Tim allowed himself to be rapidly dragged away from the den. Then he and Colette hid behind the large hanging drapes in the dining-room as the buck naked couple walked arm in arm down the hall leaving the den door open behind them and cocktail music tinkling out behind them.
They passed through the dining-room, their arms wound around each other, laughing drunkenly, and Tim couldn't help peeking out at them after they had passed his hiding place. He saw their bare white buttocks undulating lewdly in the direction of the playroom door, and he couldn't believe his eyes. Beside him Colette giggled just the tiniest bit, and he turned to question her, but she placed her finger over her lips,, motioning him to silence.
Ben and Sally made their way slowly down the steps to the playroom. It was dark down there and they couldn't see or hear a thing except for the sound track of the movie which had been set to play over and over. As they reached the floor the light from the screen illiminated the room to a certain extent, and Ben scanned it for a sign of his wife and Harvey Morgan. When Anally he spotted what seemed to be human forms at the far end of the room, he headed toward them and Sally followed eagerly behind him. He stopped short when he could see them well, and stopped a little to the side behind a supporting pillar so that he himself could not be easily seen by the preoccupied couple. His mouth gaped wide at the spectacle before him. His wife was lying on the floor on her belly, and all that he could see of her was her whitely exposed buttocks and her long legs spread wide behind her. A low moan escaped her lips, as Harvey Morgan, naked behind her, advanced upon her, kneeling in between her long legs with his out-sized cock jutting lewdly in front of him in full erection. While Ben and Sally watched, Harvey bent forward, pressing his face inward and pushing his open mouth hard against the obvious wetness of Ellen's curl-fringed vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her trembling white buttocks so she couldn't slip away. With one quick rush of his thick wet tongue, he thrust it forward between the warm fleshy folds of her sensually titillated pussy.
Ellen gasped from the sudden pleasure that came with the entry of Harvey Morgan's tongue into her soft wet vaginal passage, and a sigh escaped her lips as she gave herself up to the desire that had been enveloping her for what seemed like hours now.
OH, WHY DOESN'T HE HURRY? she thought. Then she jerked forward in an involuntary spasm of delight and quickly screwed her softly quivering buttocks hard against his wide, fat face. Her wide open pussy was madly contracting, opening and closing tightly around the wonderful long smooth length of his tongue and she only wished she could get in deeper up inside her, despite the humiliation that she felt. Against her cheek she could feel the soft tickly texture of the thick wall-to-wall carpet that she had had installed in the playroom. Would she ever have dreamed she would allow such a wicked, unnatural act to be performed upon her on this very carpet? More than that ... that she would crave Harvey Morgan's lewd hideous touch! And yet her breath exploded down into the carpet in little gasps that muffled themselves and became tiny grunts, and she twisted her face more and more into the rug as her husband's friend began to push and curl his tongue up inside her grasping, pulsating cunt, flicking the wet moist end of it high up between her obscenely widespread thighs.
He pushed his thick lips closer and closer and began to work wetly over the whole area of her nakedly exposed backside, sucking and licking up and down the narrow slit between her ass-cheeks and ending up in a wild stabbing thrust deep up inside the rose petal of her insanely throbbing pussy. He went about it Uke a madman while she swayed unsteadily, lifting herself obscenely to her knees to offer this crude man more of her shamelessly aroused loins.
"Damn!" Ben Parker whispered aloud.. to Sally Morgan. He couldn't believe that his proper wife would ever display herself like this to Harvey Morgan. Oh he had thought she'd finally come through, but only in the most normal and perfunctory way! Not like this ... not wagging her shapely butt like that so that Harvey could lick her hot little split! She had utterly and completely surrendered to the man, and something about it enraged Ben to the point where he couldn't speak or budge. Behind him, Sally sensed that something out of the ordinary was happening, and placed her fingers around Ben's body, pressing them to his half-erect cock, and stroking him down there in a consoling manner.
"Looks like Ellen has one hot little pussy for ol' husband Harvey!" she said softly.
Before them in the dim light from the flickering home movie screen Harvey worked slave-like behind Ellen, lewdly fucking her with his tongue, making loud wet noises that filled the low-ceilinged room. Ellen's cries were becoming one long low continuous moan now as he suddenly withdrew his insanely lashing tongue suddenly from inside the steaming warmth of her smooth silken passage and found the hard throbbing button of her clitoris. He licked it steadily, and then leaned farther in between her helplessly pinned legs and pushed his face all the way up into her crotch and began to suck and tease at it joyfully with his teeth until Ellen writhed and churned her lewdly flailing buttocks over him with an animal-like lust that threatened to drive them both crazy.
"Oh honey...." he growled, "Oh, baby ... oh let me suck you ... let me get it all inside! Give it to Harvey!" he cried between wild sucks and licks.
Ellen's highly aroused pussy flowered open wider and wider, her sex juices slipping moistly down her thighs with each further second that Harvey Morgan's tongue snaked viciously around her passion-flooded genitals.
"OH GOD ... OH GOOD GOD ... I'M READY ... I'M READY!! ! "
Harvey Morgan knew it. And nearby Ben Parker and Harvey's wife knew it, too. They could tell by the wild abandoned tempo of Ellen's body as she ground herself relentlessly up from the playroom floor.
Harvey knew it was time to finish it up ... time to ram his lust-hardened cock high up into her slippery innocent pussy! He relaxed and pulled his glistening wet face backward, and leaning forward again, spread her impatiently straining ass-cheeks wide apart. He wanted to cum deep inside of her little white belly, feel those soft cunt lips pressuring around his hard-driving cock ... cum in time to the climax that he would easily bring out in her.
The spoiled little stuck-up bitch, he thought. "All the time acting so high and mighty! He'd give her a good taste of high and mighty all right! His thickly throbbing penis ached dully with the exquisite pain of anticipation, and he could feel it building, building inside him as he slithered forward on his knees and from behind, worked his wide hips into the opening of her still quivering buttocks.
"Christ, he's gonna throw it to her now!" Ben hissed, jealousy writhing inside him as he watched the lascivious scene from the shadows.
"Yeah, honey...." Sally answered, beginning to pump her fingers up and down on Ben Parker's cock, which was fully erected now from the scene they both were watching.
Harvey held his large blood-engorged cock tightly between his fingers and poised it right at the tightly contracting opening of Ellen's nakedly pussy. She was whimpering like a hurt puppy before him, and he eyed her tiny wet throbbing lips with a lust-dulled gaze. She was like a really good used car ... and only slightly used at that . . !A woman who was letting go for the first time! WHAT A TREAT! He took in the whiteness and purity of her tender body, feasting his eyes for the tiniest of seconds upon her shapely thighs, slender nipped-in waist and the fullness of her firmly shaped calves. Later, he would put her on her back and feel those calves tightening behind his ass, pulling him into her with all her strength! But now his cock and balls ached as though he had never before had a woman and this was his first time ... he had to do it right away before he came right then and there by just looking at those creamy unresisting buttocks, with the jewel-like split of cunt peeking out below from its fringe of hair!
He moved forward again, slipping his knees as far up between her widespread white thighs as he could possibly go, and then guided his hardened rod of flesh forward, gently parting the softly curling pubic hair with his excitedly pulsating cock-head. Pushing up into her, he felt the soft warm folds of her quivering pussy lips closing wetly over the firmly advancing hardness of his cock. He emitted a low loud groan ... never before had he felt anything so tender and soft. His cock lay lewdly trapped between two warmly constricting layers of willing flesh and he let it throb inside Ellen's tightly clenching cunt for a moment.
Great God! What a sensation it was! He flexed his buttocks, feeling all the frustrations he had built up through the years when he was unsuccessful and the girls made fun of him. But now he was a big man and that never happened anymore. But Ellen Parker had come close ... she'd come very close to reminding him of those humiliating days when he'd just been known as "Fat Harvey"! He surged forward into the wetly clasping warmth of her flesh, gasping aloud through the silence of the playroom as he felt the tightly heated walls of her contracting pussy slide soothingly over and enclose his massive rock-hard cock.
"MMmmmmph!" she grunted beneath him as he surged up into her, pushing the smooth giving walls of softness before him like rippling waves of water. Her entire body trembled and quaked as she accepted with grateful joy the swelling relief of his up-thrusting cock. And yet, she couldn't help feeling somehow debased by the crude manner in which she was being taken. She felt her thighs and buttocks being swept so wide apart by Harvey's thick cock that she thought her legs might snap off.
"Honey ... are you good ... tight ... nice and tight ... nice and tight and wet!" Harvey spit out behind her. "What a cunt!"
Ellen squealed suddenly as he slid easily far up into the warmth of her moist secretions. Suddenly she screamed for him to stop, the stark reality of what she was allowing to happen reaching her through the tool of Harvey's pounding cock and the crushing weight of his heavy muscular loins as they ground hard into her soft buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he pressed forward with his big belly and let his blunt cudgel sink as deep inside her trembling belly as possible.
"AAALLLLL THE WAY! ... ALLLL THE WAY IN!! ! " he crooned.
Ellen groaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed deep into the rug. Her helplessly impaled vagina felt horribly twisted and stretched, and she tried to fight back against the cruel intrusion of Harvey's heavily invading rod. But, it was useless as her struggling excited him all the more, and she no longer knew how to support what was happening to her. It seemed to be all her fault, even though her own husband had set it up. She had somehow failed to control the events as she had promised herself ... she was lacking!
Ben Parker couldn't take the sight of his wife's lewd predicament any longer. He had to do something about it. Anger and lust mingled inside him as he moved forward, and felt Sally scuttling along with him, still holding onto his rampant cock as if for dear life.
He'd wanted Ellen to put out for Harvey Morgan ... but not like that for chrissakes! She was acting like she hadn't had any prick for months ... like he'd never fucked her in the whole short time of their marriage! It occurred to him that underneath that prim exterior of hers, his wife had a whorish nature, and he intended to let her know that he knew it! He felt the conflicting feelings crashing around inside his head ... hadn't he wanted this from her after all? But had he really?? ? ?
He approached the erotically intertwined couple, and saw Harvey grin up at him, his black eyes gleaming like a pig's.
"Shake it honey ... let's see what you got!" he cried, fucking into her nakedly writhing young body now with a frantic abandon, thrusting almost sadistically now that he knew that her husband was watching. Below him Ellen's breath came out in muffled groans, and she had turned her head sideways, her lips opening and closing from the shock of a hideous combination of sensations and emotions. Uncontrollable feelings were surging through her, among them an abject fear that she would feel too much pleasure from this brutal treatment. There was suddenly another movement near her head and she tried to look up to see what it was ... but even before her dazed mind could really grasp it she realized deep inside her exactly who it was ... for fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to pry her mouth open, and then she felt a wet spongy sensation pressing against her open lips. Her eyes sprang wide open and to her horror she saw directly in front of her face her husband's long, angrily engorged cock. He was kneeling directly in front of her face, bending over slightly as he pushed his big pulsing crimson cock into her face. She tried to protest, but there was nothing at all she could do as Ben growled and lifted her head with the flat of his palm pressed against her forehead, and with his other hand forced the gleaming smooth tip of his penis into her mouth.
In terror and revulsion Ellen tried to shake her head away, But Ben held his young wife's head tight, and she couldn't move an inch in any direction as her husband's friend lay heavily across her back.
"Gettin' it from both sides, eh!" Harvey spat out behind her, fucking deeply up into her nakedly abused vaginal passage.. She tried to cry out and then as she was pushed forward by
Harvey's lunge, Ben's massively throbbing cock crushed through her soft pink lips and into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. It slithered hugely across the length of her resisting tongue and filled her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. In a thoroughly perverse, lust-incited state, Ben began to saw back and forth ever so slowly into his wife's straining oral cavity, letting his thick cock slide heavily in and out of her mouth, his hands holding onto her head so that she could not move to escape. Mentally
Ellen tried to struggle against what was being done to her. Her husband's friend grinding into her from behind, quickening his thrusts to match Ben's in her mouth!
And then something else was happening to her ... something even worse! Across her aching back, other hands were roaming. Another hand slipped along the tortured length of her spine and followed it down to the point where her buttocks began. And then a finger was thrust deep into the confines of her tightly puckered anus.
"I'm cornholing her ... I'm cornholing her!" Sally Morgan cried out in glee! She had felt left out by the exclusive attention being given to her hostess, and so had decided to join in the fun. Thoroughly excited and stimulated by the unusual three-way scene in the playroom, Sally massaged her own full nipples with her other hand, bringing them to a stiff erection within seconds.
"Suck ... you bitch ... suck it!" Ben commanded harshly above the top of Ellen's bobbing head. And she began to do as he asked. Slowly her lips began to nibble at her husband's hard thrusting cock, and she sputtered and coughed, trying to become accustomed to the terrible invasion of her mouth. Behind her Harvey could feel himself building rapidly to a climax. He could tell it was going to happen soon and began to fuck faster and faster up into his political friend's wife's quivering pussy, battering mercilessly against the soft plumpness of the cheeks of her buttocks with his driving hips. His large meaty hands gripped hard at her waist, squeezing her flesh beneath his fingers. He stared down at the lovely white expanse of her back as she lay crushed before him on the rug, and at the bobbing of her curly dark head around Ben's thrusting cock. Her pale ass-cheeks were widely separated by Sally's thrusting middle finger and Sally herself was alternately giggling impishly, and twisting her features into the expressions of the desire she felt.
"GREAT GOD ALMIGHTY!" Harvey sputtered, working demon-like behind Ellen, while in front her ravishment continued on and on as Ben cupped and kneaded her jiggling breasts where they hung beneath her bucking torso. She could feel Ben's hips slapping against her face, his hanging testicles moistly and softly striking at her chin. The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, threatening to choke her as her husband's long fingers curled tightly in her dark hair, manipulating her head so that her mouth slipped up and down over the end of his desire-filled cock, exactly as if it were a woman's vagina. She had never felt so utterly used and debased in her entire life and she began to suck wildly and wriggle her behind in an attempt to end it all as soon as possible. Then she felt Ben jerk in front of her as though some one had struck him and then he writhed his hips tightly up, screwing himself up into her face and sinking the fully bloated length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to get her breath, but suddenly his enormous cock was erupting into her sucking mouth, and she could hear him cursing harshly over her. It seemed to be lasting an eternity ... hot thick liquid squirted into her mouth and she sucked and swallowed hopelessly, her mouth tilling with the bitter taste of his semen.
Then Harvey Morgan was screaming behind her and she could feel his huge cock stiffen inside her and then begin to spew forth a gushing hot flood into the depths of her womb. It filled her so deeply that she thought she might burst inside. She felt his heavy corpulence jerk convulsively against the soft surfaces of her moon-like buttocks, and then he fell forward over her back. Moments later, her husband's spent cock slipped softly from between her lips and she lay exhausted and sick against the rug. There was no sound or movement now, except for the frantic masturbatory motions of Sally Morgan, who, realizing that she was going to be ignored by the others, had decided to assuage her own lusts. She lay naked on her back, her shapely legs spread far apart, her fingers plying the desire-drenched folds of her light-brown pussy, sending wonderful shivers up and down the length of her moistly quivering split. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head and her enormous breasts bobbed up and down as she rapidly approached orgasm.
There was a movement of bodies and Ellen felt as though she were weightlessly falling through space as Ben slipped away from her and Harvey lifted his whale-like form from her back. She felt a quick rush of cool air between her nakedly ravished legs as Harvey's deflated penis withdrew from her hidden cunt. A vast emptiness that was not only mental but physical overtook her and she rolled over onto her back and lay still. She felt completely lost and alone and her body ached all over. After a few moments she felt someone touching her hand. It was Ben. She did not move as she felt his lips come down on hers and his fingers pressing the burning mouth of her vagina apart again. She closed her eyes again, prepared to feel his long, hard cock entering her, and hoping that he would not take too long. She was too tired and too numb to care.
CHAPTER SIX
Tim scampered up the stairs at the other end of the room. He was terrified that someone might hear them leaving and come after them. Colette ran ahead of him and they dashed through the house breathlessly, each one mulling over the full impact of the sights they had witnessed in the playroom. They had tip-toed down there when it was apparent that they could easily do so without being discovered. And they had seen it all ... every bit of it, and although they had been some distance away from the preoccupied couples, they had seen most of the pertinent details.
Tim ran blindly up the stairs to the second floor, his eyes filled with the at-once terrifying and exciting image of his mother being mercilessly fucked from behind and in front, too. Somehow he was sure that she had enjoyed it. too, even though she had protested toward the end! He couldn't help wondering what Colette thought about it all, and he had a million questions to ask her. But she had to remain silent for what seemed like hours. His eyes were red and blood-shot and he was very tired, but Tim knew that he would not sleep that night, no matter what happened next!
"Colette ... Colette!" he whispered breathlessly as they reached the second floor. "Jeez, Colette ... they were ... I mean they were really , . "
"You must go to your room now, my little darling ... go to your room and go to bed. I will answer your questions a little later ... Go ... Don't say anything else!"
Bitterly disappointed and confused, Tim nevertheless did as he was told, entering his room and closing the door behind him. He dashed to his bed and jumped beneath the covers after removing his bathrobe, and then he burst into tears.
So those were the things grown-ups did ... that was what they were up to! Somehow the sight of such things happening to his own mother didn't really assuage his curiosity or help anything. If anything, he felt worse than before ... much worse, now that he had been let in on the secrets of his elders! He felt younger than ever, even though he had had one experience ... an experience which Colette seemed to have no inclination to repeat. Why she almost acted as though nothing had happened! Tim's young cock quivered beneath the sheet as he thought about it all. He wondered if Colette had ever done anything like what they'd just seen! One hand slipped beneath the covers to fondle his raging erection. Stealthily, he pulled his foreskin down all the way and began rubbing steadily up and down, making his skin thrill with delight. He began to fully concentrate on the mounting pleasure that filled his rock-hard penis, throwing all his confusion and anxiety into the simple, mechanical motion of his hands, his boyish features contorted and frantic as his closed fist slapped against his belly beneath the folds of his pajamas.
What would he have done if his mother had turned around and seen him? What would she have done?
It was then that he heard the door opening, and abruptly he stopped the rapid motion of his fist upon his tormented 12-year-old-cock. His eyes strained in the darkness until finally he saw her. COLETTE! She was wearing a softly flowing nightgown and he could guess at the soft outline of her beautiful body beneath its silken folds. Her blonde hair shone in the dark as she got closer and closer to his bed, and then she was standing right next to him.
"Hello, Teem!" she said softly. And from the tone of her voice he knew why she had come. His heart beat wildly beneath the covers, and he could feel his teeth chattering.
"You came...." he whispered.
"Yes...." Colette sat down beside him on the bed, and he could tell that she had put more perfume on, and he could hardly breathe from the incredible excitement of her nearness. Tim lay there trembling, his body and mind in a state of uproarious emotion. HE KNEW THAT THIS NIGHT WAS GOING TO BE THE MOST IMPORTANT NIGHT IN HIS WHOLE LIFE! His eyes couldn't help slipping down from her exquisitely proportioned features to the area of her amply blossoming breasts, and there where his governess' nightgown was tautly stretched he could see the two protruding dark spots of her proud nipples. There was a faint rustle of material as Colette shifted slightly on the bed. He couldn't stand it any longer. "OH HURRY, COLETTE ... HURRY AND TEACH ME EVERYTHING...!" Tim threw the covers back and flung his arms around his teacher, sobbing as she embraced him in return and fell back on the bed with him, her soft warm breasts pushing against his young chest as she covered his face with kisses.
"Oh my darling, sweet little Teem. . " she sighed. "Oh my baby boy ... my young animal ... O, so excited am I ... so happy!"
Tim felt deliciously smothered in Colette's warm embrace, and he thought that the heat emanating from his body must be visible in the dark room.
Colette slipped into the bed beside him and he felt the smooth warmth of her limbs sliding down next to his, the comfort of her arm around his shoulders, her face pressing against him, the sweetness of her breath firing all his senses.
"You must know it all.. " she breathed. "You must never be ashamed of what you feel ... of what you want ... everything about the human body is beautiful ... and there are so many beautiful things to do with it!"
"Bu ... but ... what about Mother...."
"Yes, no one ever taught your mother that ... and if we are lucky perhaps one day she will come to that understanding ... You see, your stepfather doesn't understand very much about women ... He only understands about himself!" Her voice betrayed the anger she felt toward Ben Parker, her employer. Tim lay silent taking in all "she said. "No, you," she continued, "you'll know how to please a woman ... how to control a woman solely through pleasure and not through power!"
"Oh, yes, yes. . ! " Tim gasped as Colette leaned forward and her tongue slipped wetly between his half parted lips. His own tongue rose up into her mouth and below, his swollen cock ached and jerked upward beneath the covers. He could feel it tingling with lust ... a lust which he hoped to satisfy!
Joy and astonishment mingled in his youthful body and his hands began to search and roam toward the firm mounds of the older woman's breasts. Her lips were devouring him, and he returned her kiss fervently, making loud sucking noises that resounded throughout the darkened bedroom.
"I know what you want Teem ... I know you want me too...." she was whispering into his ear, and his hands found the satiny flesh of her breasts! His hands felt inside the top of her nightgown, rolling and pinching her hard nipples, smoothing the soft skin, rummaging deliciously within the secret confines of Colette's bosom. How many times he had wanted to touch them like this! His boyish cock stood stiff and hard beneath the covers, and Tim let out a low ecstatic groan that was softly echoed by Colette.
Colette sighed and held on to her young pupil, surrendering herself entirely to him, feeling peaceful and yet stimulated by what she was doing. Tim could feel the blonde French girl's breasts tremble beneath his fingers, and he increased his hot touches, realizing that she was trying to remove her clothes. She slipped gracefully out of her nightgown, wriggling her small, voluptuous body against the young boy as gradually the sloping white planes of her shoulders and breasts appeared, and the smooth, flat surface of her delicately molded belly was bared to his wondering eyes.
"Start with my breasts, my love ... touch them more ... take one in each hand ... there, that's right." Colette's eyes were half closed and she shivered with anticipation, sitting up in bed beside him. Tim did as he was told and watched his young governess tremble with desire as he squeezed ever so gently upon her nipples.
"MMmmmm ... oh yes ... like that ... go on...!" she cried.
"You ... oh, you feel WONDERFUL!" Tim cried, letting his anxious hands slip down across the gentle curve of her stomach, circling her waist to draw her forward. Colette sighed and bent forward, brushing the tips of her desire swollen breasts across his burning face.
"Suck them ... suck them. Teem!" She cried, her voice strangled with emotion. Tim thought he might pass out from the feeling of the taut fleshy nipples seeking to slip in between his parted lips. His mouth closed gently around the sweet button of one of her breasts and he began to suck blissfully upon it, knowing an almost unfathomable joy, a mindless satisfaction that soothed and inflamed him at the same time! More . , more, he thought. I want more!!
"OOOOooooooh yes ... yessssss ... I ... Yesssss." Colette cooed, "Ah oui, mon petit chou ... mon petit cheri!" she added softly.
And Tim continued to suck hungrily, thirstily as though he might receive mother's milk from his teen-aged governess.
Colette gasped to catch her breath, and then she peeled away the remainder of her gown, and Tim saw the perfect golden triangle of her pussy ... soft with hairy down, nestled between her thighs, just waiting for his touch! He felt as though he were going to burst into tears at any minute, but then, he felt Colette's hand reaching down, touching his chest, his stomach, and then gripping the thickly burgeoning rod of his excitedly erect cock, squeezing it so hard that an acute stab of desire shot through him, and his entire body shook and tensed with desire for her.
"Oh ... Colette!" he cried, as she began to stroke him softly.
"What a nice big penis you have ... Oh, Teem ... it's just wonderful.. and your testicles ... so smooth and ... charming! Oh, Teem ... you're so big for your age...." her words trailed off as Colette seemed to get carried away with what she was doing. Tim lay back and let her fingers work their magic over his thickly bulging rod, letting her words sink into him, causing their own special excitement in his whirling brain.
"Where is your hand . .give it to me!" she suddenly said, and without releasing his swollen cock, she found his fingers with her other hand and brought them across her belly, moving them swiftly to the softly waiting hair-lined pussy lips of her pulsing cunt. Tim's nervous fingers encountered first the silky smooth hairs, and then the delicately moistened split that came in the middle of them, and then he was plunged into the wetness of tiny furrows, his fingertips insinuating themselves within the wetly clinging world of Colette's nakedly trembling pussy.
"Oh ... OH COLETTE!" Tim squealed as his fingers slipped into the heated moisture of his 19-year-old governess' hotly quivering pussy.
"R-r-r-r ... That's it, Teem ... a little to the left now ... a little to the right! OOOOOoooo ... AAAAAHHHHHH.. LOVE IT ... LOVVVVEITTTTT, TEEM!"
Tim hoped that the divine sensations would never stop. Her quivering nakedness responded to his finger-fucking so beautifully that he was sent into an ecstatic trance. Tenderly she rained kisses softly upon his face until his cheeks glistened wetly. Then suddenly she gripped his young 12-year-old cock harder and signed, "OOOOoooo Teem ... stop ... I must feel you inside me ... INSIDE!"
Colette pulled the young boy over onto her, not wanting to lose a precious second of time. She felt his thickly stiffened penis slapping against her desire-tensed stomach, and she could feel the softness of his testicles nudging below at the top of her trembling wet pussy. Hurriedly, she pulled his pajamas off, until he lay completely naked against her shapely, yearning body, and once more her hand searched out his lustfully waiting cock. She moved his foreskin back and forth two times, creating such a wealth of prickling sensation he thought he would climax then and there. But she stopped just in time and then Tim realized that she was wriggling herself up, her knees separating to straddle him ... and she was placing his young, untried penis at the softly throbbing hair-line entrance to her hungry wet pussy!
"AH, OUI ... OUI ... COMME CA! That's it ... that's it . .just like that!"
With a groan, young Tim pushed up into her feeling his hard young virgin cock slide with unexpected speed suddenly up into the tightly clinging folds of Colette's tender vagina, pushing the soft flesh ahead of its lustfully pulsating head, rising fast up into the flower of her cunt, separating her tender, creaming split, feeling the wet lips of her pussy trembling and tightening around his as her secret insides became wetter and wetter as he continued upward.
"OOOOHHHHHHH GODGODGODGODGODDDDDDD!" Colette cried out, taken aback by her young pupil's eagerness to please. "OOOOOHHHHHH TEEMMMMMMM!"
His teen-aged teacher's inner juices slid wetly around the smooth hardness of his upward throbbing cock, and he felt her loins tilting against him, her tight cuntal muscles pulling him deeper and deeper, higher and higher up into the mystery of her womanhood. Nothing seemed to matter in the world but this wonderful moment ... HE WAS FUCKING COLETTE ... FUCKING HER GOOD!
"OH MY DEAR LITTLE BOY ... OH MY DARLING STUDENT!" Colette screamed, beginning to lewdly gyrate down upon him as she sat straddling his loins, feeling his virginal cock driving swiftly up into her, in and out of her lust-filled pussy. Urgently she struck against him, knees spread wide apart, feeling him arching up to meet her. Again and again they struck against each other, Tim grabbing onto her dark-pointed breasts, sucking them with raised head, kissing them, fucking ever upward, gloriously into the first woman's cunt he had ever known!
Above him, Colette wailed and winced with delight, perspiration trickling down between their coupling bodies, making them slip and slide together in mounting ecstasy.
"OH TEEM' FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME LITTLE TEEM . ,I LOVE IT!" Hungrily Colette spurred the young boy on and with an ardor that matched his teacher's Tim responded in kind. Then he was cumming ... cumming from all sides. It was taking hold of his young body with a forcefulness that he had never before experienced. The tip of his young cock pistoned sharply against Colette's tingling cervix, once, twice, and again one more time, and then he was released, falling and breaking in two, splitting into tiny pieces of joy. Colette's frantically churning pussy grew wide and then tightly squeezed him up, and he could feel her orgasm meeting his, as their tormented bodies were invaded by dizzying sparks that continued to build with unbelievable pleasure, spreading like wildfire through their entangled loins.
"OOOOOHHHH TEEM MM MM ... I'M CUMMING TOOOO! OH MON DIEU! MOI AUSSI!! ! ! "
"OH COLETTE...." Tim labored under Colette's orgasmic thrashing, his own climaxing body shooting hot liquid jism that creamed upward into her already passion-flooded pussy, his hands groping and clinging to the jiggling mountains of her pendulous, swinging breasts. It was an earth-shattering experience, and Tim felt as though he would melt right into Colette's soft body, and the thought was so exciting that he hoped it would happen again. That this unprecedented experience would go on forever. "HERE IT IS! HERE IT IS!! ! " he cried, arching his no-longer-virgin cock high into the French governess' womb and letting his sperm flow copiously in a scalding eruption, far up into her thirstily sucking vaginal channel.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tim still felt that he was glowing from his wonderful night with Colette. He drifted down the hallway carrying a tray for his mother in front of him. Colette had suggested it, feeling that the older woman would certainly need some kind of sustenance after her ordeal the night before. She had carefully helped Tim to prepare a delicious brunch of Welsh rarebit on toast with slices of crisply fried bacon on the side. A steaming pot of coffee and cream and sugar were also on the tray.
Tim could hardly wait to see his mother again. Now that he was a man ... he considered that everything and everyone would look different to him. He was also curious to see how his mother felt the morning after her lustful adventure. Secretly, he longed to tell his mother that he knew ... that he was no longer the child she thought he was! Thanks to my beautiful governess! he thought wistfully, hoping that Colette would make good on her promise to visit him every night until she had exhausted her supply of "Lessons'.
Timidly he knocked at the door to his mother's room, and presently he heard her soft voice reply. "Come in...."
Tim was shocked to find the blinds drawn in his mother's room and to see her propped up in bed, her pale face framed by the pink silk pillows behind her.
"H ... hello darling...." she said, and Tim thought she looked as if she had been crying. He slowly approached his mother's bed and was not insensitive to the fact that she seemed very nervous. As gently as he possibly could he set the brunch tray down on the bed.
"Would you ... would you mind, Mama, if I sat here and kept you company until you finish eating? Colette helped me make this for you especially!"
"Why no, no I don't mind, darling." Ellen was pleased to have some relief from her self-imposed solitude. Yet, she felt so distracted by the memory of what she had done the night before that she had trouble paying attention to what her son was saying. She enjoyed the brunch he brought, however, and the coffee, did tend to revive her somewhat. What upset her the most, she found though, was the distinct feeling she had that her son was observing her, that he was acting strangely toward her!
Don't be silly! she told herself when he had removed the tray from her knees. "Just because I feel guilty about last night, there's no reason to think that the boy knows anything!"
"Did you enjoy your company last night?" Tim asked slyly. He was standing beside the bed, shifting his weight from foot to foot, looking at the deep cleft where his mother's bed-jacket didn't quite close together. He could see the smooth, full shape of her breasts as she took a deep breath before answering his question. Her hands shook as she placed the coffee cup to her lips.
"Why ... why do you ask?"
Tim jumped up and sat on the bed beside his mother. Already he could smell her perfume, and the special cleansing cream that she used.
"Oh ... just wondered ... Who was it? ... those friends of Ben's again?" he asked, looking deeply into his mother's eyes.
Ellen blushed and looked down at the bed. "Yes...." she felt as though she were being given the third degree. "Why? Did we wake you ... did we make ... did we make too much noise?" The thought that Tim might have overheard something was sending panic through her quivering nerves. How on earth could she ever live with what she had done? How had she ever let Harvey Morgan touch her with his fat, disgusting hands? And then the things that had happened afterwards, and the pleasure that they had finally wrung from her tormented loins! Oh, God, it was too awful to think about ... and worse still ... because she still felt occasional pinpricks of desire lingering from her night's debauchery!
"Oh no ... you didn't make much noise...." Tim said, deliberately using the word much to set his mother to wondering. "Listen, Mom," he said, "Let's not talk about them any more ... would you maybe read me a story ... you know the way you used to do before you married Ben?"
The boy's tone was unmistakable ... He still held it against her and she knew it. Perhaps he was right though ... certainly Ben had turned out to be nothing like the wonderful husband and father she had imagined before their wedding!
"Yes, darling ... I'll read to you ... of course, I will!"
She was touched by this child-like request. She really had been neglecting him recently! She watched as he pulled a small book from his pocket, and recognized the edition of the Arabian Nights that she had given him several Christmases ago.
Before his mother could say anything, Tim slipped underneath the covers pushing his feet all the way down in the bed beside his mother. He placed the book into her hands and put his head upon her shoulder, looking at the text and waiting for her to begin.
"This is the story of Scheherazade," his mother began .Tim snuggled down next to her and breathed in the essence of her fragrance. "The chronicles of the Sassanians, ancient Kings of Persia, tell us that there was formerly a King of that powerful family...."
Tim let his mother's soothing voice drone on. He wasn't really listening at all. He let his thoughts roam at will, recalling with delight the wondrous image of her naked on the playroom rug, being vigorously impaled by Harvey Morgan's thick cock. His own recently de-virginized cock rose at the memory, and the nearness of his mother's leg to his under the covers began to create all sorts of wonderful secret feeling deep inside him. Colette was right ... once you had experienced one woman, there was the natural affinity that you could draw upon, an inner knowledge that could help you to discern what another might like. Tim thought he knew what his mother might like, and he audaciously set about to fantasize it. After all, he had seen her doing the most incredible things the night before ... there was no reason to think that she wouldn't do them again ... and why not ... if only in his dreams ... why not with him??
Slowly he slipped his hand down to rub the rising contours of his hard cock. His mother's voice was like a slow erotic song, as he visualized her naked breasts, and better yet, the dark patch of curls that hid her naked pussy ... the gleaming slit where a man or a boy's cock could fit it ... How would it feel ... what would it be like?? ? How would she sound when he slipped it all the way up inside her trembling slit?
"He was so much afflicted by the disloyalty of his wife that he was seized with extreme melancholy, which preyed upon his spirits during the whole of his journey...." Ellen read on, becoming engrossed in the story, completely unaware that her young son had begun to masturbate beside her ... that in fact, he had withdrawn his beet red cock, and was moving his fist steadily up and down upon it.
"OOOOHHH MOM!" Suddenly Tim couldn't keep quiet any longer. His mother's leg had moved nearer to his, and it had created such a wonderful shock of lust within him that he couldn't help crying out her name. In his mind, his hot little cock was churning deeply within her moist cuntal walls, and she was loving it ... just as his governess had loved it the night before.
"Why ... what's the matter, Tim!" Hlen stopped reading and looked sideways at her son. She saw that his face was flushed and that he was slightly out of breath. "Why, darling are you all right?? ? "
"It's nothing mother . .just the story ... it's really very exciting isn't it?? " Tim lied as best he could, and when his mother hesitantly returned to her reading, he carefully resumed his stealthy self-enjoyment. It felt so very good that he just couldn't stop. It was the very best thing he'd ever felt by his own hands, and he wasn't going to stop now no matter what.
Ellen was very disturbed. Tim was making curious motions beside her, and she hadn't thought the story was quite that exciting! She tried to go on reading and had gotten two paragraphs down when suddenly Tim cried out beside her and she jumped away from him.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH WOOOOOWWWWW!" The orgasm had crashed down on him with such sudden fury that Tim had not even expected it. Certainly, he hadn't expected to make any noise when it happened.
His semen burst upward seeping wet through the sheets of his mother's bed and he was convulsed with the absolute power of his climax, while simultaneously realizing that he was going to be in an awful lot of trouble.
"TIM!! ! She shrieked, "TIM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING ... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?? ? "
She pulled back the covers with startling speed, and there before her very eyes was the full evidence of her son's activities below the sheets, and she could even feel that her nightgown had not been spared the wet splashes of his cumming.
"OH TIM I CAN'T BELIEVE ... I JUST
CAN'T BELIEVE. I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND ... I ... I . . ! ! ! "
She didn't know what to do and the only thing that came to her mind was that her young son had to be punished for doing this very lewd thing right here in her bed! Abruptly she grabbed hold of him and struggled to turn him around. Furiously, she began to spank him on his buttocks, making loud slapping noises with her hand, and crying and screaming at him at the same time.
'This is terrible ... just terrible ... OH MY GOD!! ! "
And then suddenly she stopped, because she realized that something else had happened. Something far more terrible than the original occurrence. Tim had ejaculated a second time ... and right on her knees ... all over her gown! The wet seeped through to her legs, and her hand remained suspended in mid-air as she realized it, and then she was pushing him away from her and jumping from the bed.
"OH NO . NO . NO . NO . ! " she screamed as she ran into the bathroom. "OH NO ... OH NO ... OOHHHH!"
The door slammed behind her and Tim heard the key turn in the lock. Slowly he zipped up his trousers and got off his mother's bed.
"Well," he thought, "I certainly have made a mess of things!" He left his mother's bedroom to seek out Colette, hoping that she would tell him what to do to make everything all right again.
* * *
It was long after ll o'clock when Ben returned to the house. He had just left Harvey at the Granger Bar and had been assured by the latter that he would receive the full weight of his support for his coming campaign. He was overjoyed and felt like celebrating, but as he entered the darkened house he remembered that Ellen was probably still moping about the orgy the night before. He had left her with angry words that morning.
'That's nothing, Ellen. What you did was peanuts! Now when you get a gang bang with 25 maybe 30 people ... maybe that can get a little rough ... you may see that yet! Now then, just maybe , . just maybe then you could complain...."
"GET OUT ... JUST GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" She'd screamed and he yelled back, "YOU DIDN'T SAY THAT TO HARVEY MORGAN LAST NIGHT WHEN HE GOT THAT CUNT OF YOURS ALL HOT AND DRIPPY. NOW DON'T TELL ME YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT!! ! "
They'd had quite a row that morning before he'd left. Ben sighed and went to pour himself another drink in the living-room. It was such a bore to have to go all through that with Ellen ... especially when all he wanted right now was a good lay! His sexual drive seemed to increase in direct proportion to his political success ... and right now he was on his way to being mayor of the town!
He sat in his big easy chair and thought about that a little and then he turned his mind to where he might find a willing woman's bed that night. He thought of Mildred Cunningham but she lived too far away and he just didn't feel like driving that far. He thought of his secretary, but thought that she probably would be entertaining her boyfriend. Then he thought of Colette. He had been planning on visiting the young governess one night, but he just hadn't the time recently. From the first day he'd set eyes on her, he'd known that one day he'd try to get into her pants! Well, the time had come! he figured, smiling lasciviously to himself as he visualized the French girl's sweetly curved body ... and her lovely pale face. "What a treat that's gonna' be!" he thought rising from his chair.
He moved quietly for a big man, and quickly, despite the liquor he'd already consumed that night. He felt an appetite for the teen-aged French girl rising inside him with every step he took toward her room. She couldn't very well refuse him, after all, he thought ... the girl probably didn't want to lose her job.
Deciding that the best way would be to take the young girl completely be surprise, he paused briefly outside her door and then turned the handle quietly. The door opened noiselessly and he stepped inside into the dark. He stood there a second breathing quietly, and it was only after a few seconds that he heard the noises.
"M M M m m m m m m ... oooohhhhh nn n n iiii cccceeee!"
The little cunt was already screwing somebody! And in his house!
"Oooh Colette ... your pussy is so soffftttt ... so so ... warm!"
Ben Parker nearly jumped out of his skin. That voice was unmistakably the voice of his stepson. Tim and the French governess were making it together!
Completely nonplussed, Ben began to sputter in the darkness, and then he found the light switch on the wall beside him and turned it on. There before him were the nakedly intertwined bodies of his stepson and the French governess. The twelve year old boy's buttocks twitched lewdly as he pushed himself forward between the blonde girl's widely separated legs, his blood-engorged young cock straining to reach the very height of her yearning, clasping pussy, his lips pressing against hers as his tongue pushed as far back into her tender mouth as possible.
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Ben boomed out. He smirked as he watched the guilty couple scamper to cover themselves. "Oh, don't bother to cover up ... I've already seen everything you've got!" he said nastily. He took several steps into the room enjoying taking his time as the trembling pair observed him with terror from beneath the sheet that they had drawn up over themselves.
Ben stepped forward and with a yank pulled down the sheet, exposing their nakedly trembling bodies to his lustful gaze. His eyes took in Colette's firm silken lines from the top of her blonde head to the tips of her little toes.
"Man ... oh man!" he declared, "I've got to hand it to you Tim ... that is one gorgeous hunk of flesh." Colette tried to scramble from the bed, but Ben reached out and grabbed her arm. "Not so fast, young lady ... if you can seduce the son so admirably ... the father has to get his cut, too!"
"You're not my father!" Tim screamed, trying to pry his step-father's fingers from Colette's arm. Ben easily shook him off. Let's just say I'm the top man around this house and don't you forget it! How'd you like your mother to know that you're in here screwing your governess silly?"
Tim trembled with rage but was silent.
"Now get over there in the corner...." Ben cried. "You can watch this if you want to ... watch a real man take over!"
"Don't touch me, you horrible man!" Colette cried, but Ben pulled her under him on the bed, and pressed his fully clothed body over hers. She struggled vainly beneath her employer as he began to run his fingers up and down her naked body, obviously savoring the wonderful feel of her delicate parts. The more she twisted and cursed at him in French, the more excited he became, and with one deft flick of his fingers he released his heavy cock, and hurriedly tried to slip it between Colette's parted thrashing thighs. Tim ran over and jumped upon his step-father's back, but beneath them, Colette admonished him.
"Teem ... stop ... it will be over soon ... don't worry about me ... I don't want you to get hurt!" Tim fell back, stunned by Colette's words, and watched horrified as with a lewd chuckle, his stepfather fit his thickly bloated penis between Colette's long, creamy white legs, right at the sweetly pulsing hair-fringed slit of her pussy ... right where he himself had been luxuriating only moments ago!
"Nnnnnnnngh!" Colette groaned as the outsized instrument forced its way into her tight secret opening. She couldn't believe how big he was, even though she had seen him the other night in the playroom.
"Oooohhh it's too big ... it's too big!" she cried out, but Ben bent over her and panting down into her face, shoved forward, flicking his loins obscenely inward, sending his massive cock sliding up into the young teen-aged girl's vainly resisting pussy.
Tim sank back to the corner of the room, his heart pounding in his throat. Not only had this man forced his mother into bending to his will ... but now, his darling governess, Colette, was being forced to succumb to his insensible cock as well!
"Oh shit!" Ben cried out. "Spread your legs wider ... Let me in! Oh Christ, it's good move it a little ... shake it ... show me a little French fucking!"
Colette could feel her soft inner passage being completely filled by Ben's raging member, it stretched the walls of her still seeping vagina so wide that she cried out in momentary pain. With another grunt, Ben wormed his thickly jerking cock another inch ahead and humped himself forward between Colette's wide-spread legs. She moaned softly and lay limply back upon the bed, her eyes closed from the impact of his entry. Curiously, Colette knew that she ought to be hating what was happening to her. She was no great admirer of Ben Parker! And yet, there was something oddly satisfying about the force with which his lust-hardened cock entered her ... and now as it lay still high up inside her throbbing vagina, she couldn't help but acknowledge the fact that it felt good up there ... very good, indeed! She knew that she ought to be ashamed, but she wasn't ... her body wanted Ben to make love to her in spite of anything her mind thought about him. A shiver of delight passed through her and she felt a little thrill right where his crazily pulsating cock began to push against her tender, sensitive cervix! His lips were at her ear, and she could hear him mumble some obscene phrases to her, urging her on, encouraging her enjoyment. She was excited by the sheer wantonness of what she was doing! She could only hope that young Tim would remember everything that she had taught him thus far ... and that he would understand how she could feel pleasure with this man . , . his natural enemy! With lust-glazed eyes, the young French girl looked up at Ben Parker and then she began to grind her hips upward, twisting her loins about so that Ben cried out with pleasure.
"OH HONEY ... OH YEAH ... HONEY!" Ben grinned, pumping forward into her, and then withdrawing his fiercely excited penis so that only the knobby head remained inside. "THAT'S WHAT I WANT ... EASSSY DOES IT
... MASSAGE IT GOOD!"
Appalled by the sight of his own dear Colette groaning with delight beneath his step-father's heavy body, Tim ran out of the room. He didn't know just where he was going until he got there.
"MOTHER ... MOTHER!! ! " He cried out, barging into Ellen's room. He caught her unawares, waking up from a fitful dream during which she was doing the strangest things! Frightened by her son's urgent cries, she reacted strongly.
"What is it? What's wrong!! ! ! "
Tim pulled her hand, dragging her from the bed. "You've got to come ... come with me, Mom ... hurry ... hurry!"
Ellen ran behind her son, noting for the first time that he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. "What could he possibly be up to?" she wondered, trying to fight down the memories of her dream that mixed in her mind with the harsh realities of the past few days.
Even before they reached Colette's room, Ellen had a sinking feeling that she knew what she would see inside. And then she heard Colette's first shriek of climax, a wild keening noise like a cat in an alley-way. Breathlessly she and Tim stopped at the door and peered in.
"Oh no, oh no, Tim ... you mustn't see this ... you mustn't watch!" But Ellen seemed mesmerized by the sight of her husband with the young French governess, and she allowed Tim to pull her down to the floor just inside the doorway where they could not be easily seen. Her head seemed to be whirling, and Ellen tried to ward off a sense of impending doom that she felt. Her nightgown strap fell from one shoulder as she put her hand up to her forehead.
Tim crawled over to his mother. "Do you see what they're doing. Mom! Do you see what Ben is doing?"
The sounds from the bed were deafening now as Colette began to make a grinding sound with her teeth and Ben lunged forward with great sleek rushes into her willingly spread pussy, causing the bed springs to creak loudly and the headboard of the bed to bang against the wall.
Dazed and too confused to react, Ellen stammered, "Yes ... yes . "
Tim pounced upon his mother, hugging her half exposed body to him, "OH MOTHER ... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU LIKE HE DOES ... I CAN TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOU ... YOU WILL SEE MOM ... I CAN ... I CAN!" He covered her face with kisses, and through sheer will power forced his mother's dazed and unresisting body back down upon the floor.
"Oh, no, Tim, No.. " she whispered uncertainly, "NO!" But it was like her dream ... very much like it! She had known
Tim's fingers then ... felt them on her shoulders, crawling down to her breasts, just as they were doing now ... and the sweet mounting sensation of desire had risen inside her loins just as it was doing now. She began to tremble with anticipation ... In her dream it had been the answer to everything ... the ideal solution ... and now ... now it seemed not exactly right ... but not wrong either ... God knew she had done enough wrong things recently. But the lewd noises of her husband and the governess still fucking wildly on the bed, and the urgent insistence of her son ... her own darling boy ... they had been happy before ... without Ben ... and what were his fingers doing ... oh God, they had found her moistly secret split. Almost without hesitation she spread her legs ever so slightly, feeling the hem of her gown rising ... oh God, exposing her thighs ... her hips ... her aching cunt to him!
And then there was wetness ... a delightful nudging of a little tongue ... HE WAS SUCKING HER PUSSY!
"Oh Tim," she groaned, "OH MY DARLING LITTLE BOY!"
"MOM!" came the muffled reply, and Tim let his face drop into the wonderful damp triangle of his mother's cunt. He wanted to bathe in the delicious fragrant pit of her trembling pussy to never stop tonguing her and giving her the pleasure that he knew she needed.
YOU SEE MOTHER! he thought, SEE WHAT I CAN DO!
The wonderful wet feeling of her young son's tongue lewdly worming and flicking between the hair-lined edges of her cunt became a delectable sensation that made her head swim. She could feel her young son's teeth gently nibbling at her already swollen pussy lips, his tongue made wonderful hard flat strokes against her unbearably aroused clitoris. Her hips began to lewdly move up and down and sideways. She began to croon with delight.
"Oh I love you, MOM!" Tim moaned into his mother's hungrily aroused cunt.
Ellen felt a fabulous forbidden feeling sweeping like wildfire high up between her nakedly spread legs. Her nightgown was bunched up around her waist as she bumped and ground her hips upward to meet Tim's licking, sucking mouth as they lay on the floor.
On the lewdly creaking bed, Ben groaned out his mind-shattering orgasm, sending his sperm through the long length of his fiery shaft straight against Colette's trembling womb.
"OH MR. PARKER ... OOOHHHHH!" Colette sighed. She had to admit, she had never felt anything like it. Her opinion of her employer had been considerably changed by this prolonged physical contact. No longer was he a total good for nothing in her book! He was definitely good for something, even if he was a total disaster otherwise! "LIKE IT?"
"MMMmmmm...." she replied. It was then that they both heard the sounds behind them. They were both astounded to see Ellen and her 12-year-old son spread-eagled on the floor behind them. They were oblivious to anything but their own pleasure as Ellen writhed on the floor, spreading and clenching her legs in spasms of desire as Tim eagerly bent his head between her nakedly trembling thighs, feeling his mother's sweet, pungent juices flow over his lips and face and into his mouth.
Ben and Colette looked at each other. Ben's mouth opened and he was about to speak. But Colette spoke first. "Before you say anything, Mr. Parker," she said, her amber eyes gleaming, "I'd like to talk to you about the male chauvinist pig manner in which you've been treating your wife."
"BUT...."
"Never mind them ... they're getting along just fine ... and all because of you I might add." Colette decided to minimize her own role in the culminating event that was taking place before their eyes.
"But this is incest ... that's ... why, that...."
"Immoral? Perhaps ... but only if you employ a double standard. If your lustful orgies in the playroom are immoral then so is this ... If you were just enjoying your body and all its possibilities then perhaps it wasn't so immoral ... perhaps what they're doing isn't either.
"But. . " Ben stammered.
"I'll bet you never thought your stepson would outdo you at your own game!"
While they were watching, Tim began to manipulate his mother's legs, raising his naked young body up between them. Ben heard his wife groan, her entire body trembling, her eyes closed tightly as all of her being concentrated on what was happening to her body.
Tim's earnest features betrayed his inner turmoil as his slender young cock moved forward toward the dark fringed opening of his mother's glistening pussy. He pushed forward into the upraised opening and concentrated with all his might on what he was doing. He felt his cock sinking into a soft wet cloud of milk and honey, and then the tender lips of his mother's warmly welcoming pussy were closing, enfolding him, taking him into her womb! This was it ... it was happening!!
"OH MOMMA, HERE I AM ... HERE IS ALL OF ME, MOMMA!"
"Jesus!" said Ben. "She's letting him do it!"
Colette watched her prize pupil with pride, smiling silent encouragement to him and turned to Ben, enjoying the look of shock and dismay on his usually pompous face.
"AAAAAAAA!" Ellen's desire-filled pussy hungrily accepted her son's young cock as it wormed its way steadily to the center of her naked belly. Her cries filled the room, and Colette took the opportunity to clasp her employer's half-awakened cock in her hands. She was gratified to feel it come to life instantly, and lowered her mouth to kiss and lick its leathery red tip.
"MOTHER ... MOTHER!" Tim screamed out, his face blushing red from the incredible sensations sweeping over him as his sturdily striking cock fucked in and out and his mother undulated obscenely beneath him in appreciation. Tim's hands were cupping his mother's soft, white fleshy buttocks, and he thrust his fingers deeply into the moist valley between them. With an expertise born of practice with his helpful teen-aged governess, he ran his fingers up and down until he found the small opening of her rectal passage. Pushing forward all the way he sent his cock thudding up against her hopelessly excited cervix, while simultaneously worming his middle finger far up into the hotly clinging warmth of her nether passage.
"AAAAaaaaahhhhhh ... Oh yessss ... do it do it do it do it do it to meeee ... DO IT TO MEEEEEEEE!" Ellen wailed, reaching her arms out and holding onto her boy's madly thrusting buttocks as she felt the first wild tingling of her own incestuous orgasm.
On the bed, Colette's head bobbed wildly up and down around Ben's long, excitedly throbbing cock. The combination of his wife's screams and Colette's tongue and mouth on his straining cock was driving him wild.
"Oh Christ ... what a crazy French broad you are ... Oh don't stop ... keep it up ... don't stop now. I don't care what they 're doing!"
EPILOGUE
Colette pulled the blinds down of the storefront. The campaign office was closed for the night. They had put in a long hard day, and she was looking forward to relaxing. She slowly made her way back past all the posters and campaign buttons, the multitude of telephones which were now silent for a few hours at least, and entered the back room.
Ellen and Tim were at it again she realized as soon as she looked around. They were locked in a long and tender embrace on a cot on the far side of the room. It was time to go home and even though she was tired, Colette felt a little stirring in her veins at the thought that she might join the loving mother and son in their lustful explorations. She could see that Tim's hand was already beneath his mother's skirt, and that Ellen was already unzipping her 12-year-old son's fly. Behind them on the wall was a large grinning poster that said, BEN PARKER FOR MAYOR. It was almost certain that he would win in the elections that were coming up ... Colette knew that he had a certain kind of family unity to thank for it.
She began to take off her panties and without bothering to remove her short skirt or her stockings, she went over to the already prone couple. Ellen had straddled her young son and was screwing herself down upon his stiffly erect cock, so there was really only one place for Colette to go.
"Just a quickie...!" she whispered to them. "Ben will be coming to pick us up soon!" She kneeled up on the cot behind Tim's head and separating her legs, placed one thigh on either side of him, lowered herself slowly until her pulsing golden cunt was placed directly over his open mouth.
"AAAAhhhhh...." she leaned over and hugged Ellen to her, and the women felt the violent excitation that Tim was creating in both their passion-flooded pussies flowing between them, while beneath, Tim felt the blissful sensations of satisfying two beautiful women at the same time.
"OH TIM ... FUCK YOUR MOMMA ... YES ... YES JUST LIKE THAT!" Ellen called out.
"OH SUCK IT GOOD, MY LITTLE TEEM! You're the best pupil a teacher could have!" Colette cried.
And Tim did as he was told.
Ben may be winning the campaign, he thought, but I'm winning on the home front!