The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In THE DEN MOTHER by JACKSON ROBARD the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had Donna Clayton faced up to her unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish she suffered would logically have been avoided.
MR. ROBARD does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest. . . "Happy is lie that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat." Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could properly be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past, and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were reexamined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be imagine, in short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man B specific form of pleasure.
MR. ROBARD has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Through the kitchen window near where she stood making the sandwiches, Donna Clayton had a commanding view of the swimming pool in the backyard. Her cub-pack of unruly young rascals were enjoying their usual weekly meeting and there was hardly any toning them down. Fortunately, eight of the dozen boys were from the neighborhood, which made their whooping yelps and loud laughter more acceptable to the surrounding families, but even so, the striking blonde girl supposed she too often let them get a bit more noisy than she should.
She realized that she was just a soft-touch when it came to little boys anyway, and there was no doubt in her mind but what she would be totally lost without her den of baby-scouts to look after. Both Tom and herself, throughout the four years of their married life in Santa
Paula, had kept active in the youth movement: Tom as a scoutmaster with his twelve to sixteen year olds, and she with her nine to twelves. Of course, the nearly heartbreaking discovery that she could never bear children had helped motivate them. They'd dreamed from the beginning of having a son and perhaps later, a daughter, but only the two, the population explosion also being a major concern to both of them, and especially to her young husband. That was the marvelously conscientious thing about Tom: every prominent issue was of vital importance to him, which had there again been a prime factor in their work with young people. By the same token, it had been his conscientious support of government through the unpopular Vietnam conflict that had kept him loyally on the job, refusing to take stock in any of the rumors of shut-downs or phase-outs.
Subconsciously watching her boys through the window as she continued to prepare their lunches, the curvaceous, blue-eyed young housewife couldn't help but reflect on the recent unexpected problems her sincere husband's ethics had brought them. Being an electronic engineer, plus the fact that the company had moved them from the east to the west coast, expenses paid, it had never dawned on either of them that his position was not secure. It was all rumor, shop-talk, the usual propaganda they'd felt ... but then had come the government cutbacks, and overnight he'd been dismissed.
Lord, what a blow, with mortgage payments on their new home, their furniture and car, and just the plain rising cost of living. At first, Donna feared she might lose her mind with worry, but un-like herself, Tom had never gotten the slightest bit panicky. Instead, he'd hustled himself a menial job handling freight in a small factory shipping room, not once losing his warm, good nature or handsome young smile, as he'd chided her for unnecessarily fretting. It would all work out, he'd insisted. The shortage of placements for engineers couldn't last; before they knew it, one of the resume letters he had out and circulating would bring a favorable reply.
Now. the lovely blonde girl smiled confidently to herself. She well knew that she could be thankful for a wonderfully rare man, as well as a near-faultless marriage, all of this plus her puck of wild little scamps who had come to more than fill the childless void in her life. Each and every one she considered as her very own, and she was seldom happier than when holding one of them to fondle and coddle in her lap. She dearly loved them all, and their parents, most of whom were friends or neighbors, she knew appreciated and admired her for it. Really, she did have so very, very much to be thankful for...
The alarming sight of several older boys chasing ten year old Markey McGee around the slippery deck of the pool with obvious intentions of tossing the smaller boy into the water immediately caught the young den mother's attention, and she called sharply through the open window for them to stop.
"You know the rules, Jack ... and you, too, Louis!" Donna said in a firm voice. "Absolutely no running, or someone is bound to fall and hurt himself. Now, stop it this instant!"
"Yes, ma'm," came the replies, and they did.
It was the older ones' teasing of the younger that sometimes unnerved her, but in general they were all perfect little gentlemen. She hated ever to be harsh with any of them, though at times it was necessary. Again, she fondly smiled, watching them occupying themselves in new games, as her thoughts drifted back to Tom and their own trials. She guessed that every couple met their share of problems sooner or later, but she could be thankful that theirs were not of the nature of some of their neighbors ... in the bed. like Ross and Gayle White, or Burke and Nora Sloan, neither couple of which got along well together. There was even sordid gossip concerning some sort of partner-swapping arrangement amongst them, which Donna didn't doubt for one minute. Hadn't both men made suggestive passes at her one time or another? Not that she would even consider ever being unfaithful to Tom, but admittedly those unmentioned little passes certainly did a lot for a girl's ego, even a twenty-seven year old housefrau.
Donna tittered aloud to herself, her wide-mouthed smile and dancing blue-eyes reflecting the pleasant excitement her risqu' thoughts were bringing her. Though she had never led either man on, neither had she discouraged the, but merely evaded the issue with some clever retort or another. In truth, she couldn't even imagine going to bed with any man other than Tom Clayton, the only lover she had ever known or wanted. Just to think such things seemed almost sacrilegious to her; all the same, there were some variations of the bedroom art she secretly wished they could explore together, and she felt fervidly certain both the lecherous Ross White and Burke Sloan would be familiar with them.
With Tom, it was invariably the straight, accepted procedure, the male above position the manuals termed it. Now she reflected on that for a moment, reasoning that seldom, if ever, was it disappointing that way for her. Tom was a good and thoughtful lover; it was a rare occasion when she didn't enjoy at least one orgasm with him. Still, she couldn't bring herself to broach the subject with him. Lord, she certainly didn't want him to suddenly start thinking he'd married some kind of latent wanton, and just thinking about it caused her satin-complexioned cheeks to hotly flush.
Embarrassed with the self-astonishing lewdness of her own thoughts, Donna characteristically brushed her long, honey-blonde hair behind her sloping feminine shoulders, then made certain the halter of her modest two-piece swim-suit was properly adjusted before carrying the tray of sandwiches out to her boys. It seemed that she better get hold of herself ... entertaining such ideas in the middle of the day, and especially in the midst of all those susceptible young minds. What was she thinking of, anyway...?
She moved into the hallway to check her appearance before the full-length wall-mirror there, reassuring herself that the strained halter adequately covered her full breasts and that none of the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks were on display to possibly excite them, even at their p re-pubescent ages. These days, one couldn't be too careful with youngsters, especially with the way sex was being openly flaunted everywhere...
The piercing cry startled the vivacious young den mother, automatically rushing her back toward the open kitchen window. She looked out to see Markey McGee sprawled face downward on the wet tile decking of the pool, clutching at his hip and writhing in obvious pain. The three older boys who had been chasing him before were now standing off sheepishly, glancing alternately down at the crying boy, then at her through the opening.
Simultaneously, anger and concern raced through Donna as she wasted no time in getting outside to where the wailing Markey lay.
"I told you this would happen!" she snapped at the three, while others began to climb from the pool and circle around where she knelt beside the half-squealing young form. "There, there, honey ... where does it hurt? Let Donna see?"
"Aaawww ... he isn't hurt that much, Mrs. Clayton," Jack Saulsberry said. "He's just making on so's you'll baby him..."
"Yeah, that's right, Mrs. Clayton..., " Louis Evans put in.
"That will be enough out of both of you!" Donna angrily cut them short. "And for disobeying me, you can all get dressed and leave without lunch! This meeting is over ... and ... and I may just take it up with your parents!"
"Aw gee, Mrs. Clayton, we didn't mean any harm, honest," Jack cried, his young, clean-cut face showing signs of worry.
"I mean it. I'm very disappointed in you two. What kind of boy scouts are you going to make when you won't mind simple orders of discipline?" Donna reprimanded. "Now, get dressed this minute and leave, all of you," she insisted, turning the still crying boy gently onto his back.
Reluctantly, the group began to gather up their things and walk toward the small bath-house as Donna raised Markey's tow-head into her arms, protectively pressing his tear-stained, boyish face against her breasts while she whispered little soothing endearments down at him.
When his sobs had dwindled to whimpers, the voluptuous blonde den mother briefly examined the boy where he lay to make sure he had no broken bones, while the others, long-faced and ashamed, left as she had ordered.
"It's my hip ... right here, Mrs. Clayton," the ten year old moaned, tenderly touching his left buttock. His swim-trunks covered any bruise or cut he might have sustained, and Donna was quickly getting the impression that perhaps Jack and Louis hadn't been too far from being correct.
"All right, Darling . . .just let Donna pick you up and we'll go into my bedroom where we can have a peek at it, eh?" she softly suggested, lifting him into her arms.
"I-I guess so," he managed, an uncontrollable sob catching at his breathing.
"There now, don't cry anymore, Baby," she cooed, holding him tightly against her with his youthful tow-head resting against her shoulder as she walked, a warm sensation of possessive excitement rippling through her. It was not a feeling that she hadn't experienced before when for one reason or another she had found occasion to press their young boyish forms snugly to her own eager and sometimes trembling body, but she never doubted that it was purely a denied, natural motherly reaction.
She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and continued to hold him snuggled against her rising and falling breasts. His baby-smooth, naked young flesh, except for that mid-area covered by the brief trunks, felt warm and soft against the silken white skin of her own bared shoulders, thighs and midriff. She couldn't resist the desire to caress her small hand over his youthful back and downward to cup the covered firm mounds of his boyish buttocks as she held him tightly to the rapidly increasing rhythm of her breathing.
At that point, two things happened that Donna Clayton couldn't begin to explain, even to herself. Her mind was abruptly swirling in a heady torrent of indefinable excitement, while sensations of obvious sensual arousal raced uncontrollably through her tingling belly and loins. She found herself hungrily kissing his youthful cheek and then his small boy-mouth, as her hands continued to eagerly smooth their way over his exposed, naked white flesh. It was then, because of the way she held him with his young pelvis pressed flush to the upper region of her hip, that she felt the quickly stiffening hardness of his little penis throbbing excitedly against her there.
A shudder of foreign sensation the-likes of which she had never before even remotely experienced charged wildly through Donna's voluptuous body as she clutched Market tighter to her. Her brain reeled in the incredulous emotion of pure sensualism sweeping over her, and while her hands greedily searched over his smooth, tender flesh, her tiny tongue tried to worm its way between the sweet tasting lips of his childish mouth.
"Uunnhhh ... M-Mrs. Clay ... ton...!" the boy garbled in surprise against her open, hotly breathing mouth. "Wh-What're you...? " he tried, never getting the words out with the thrusting presence of her tongue probing against his own and choking back his words.
In his whole life, Markey McGee had never known anything like what Mrs. Clayton was doing to him! She'd stuck her tongue right into his mouth while she hugged him so tight against her he could hardly breathe! And all the time, her soft hands were stroking his bare legs and naked back like his Mom used to do when she was trying to relax him into sleep. At first, shed surprised him so that he didn't know whether to be scared or not, but then after a minute it felt good and her hot, wet tongue tasted so nice that he didn't mind at all. In fact, her little tongue in his mouth seemed to urge some inbred tendency within him and he found himself beginning to suck on it, his action causing strange moaning sounds to come from her throat.
"Oh ... oh Markey!" Donna gasped. suddenly withdrawing her tongue and raising her head to gape in blinding excitement down at him. "L-Let's take your swim-suit off so Donna can see where you hurt yourself," she half-hissed, not waiting for his answer but immediately starting to roll the little garment down over his hips.
Innocently, he let her, getting to his feet between her spread legs to lean back as he faced away from her and she quickly slipped the trunks down off his hips, letting them puddle at his feet on the floor. She saw the slight discolored abrasion on his left buttock then, vaguely reasoning that he had babyishly made a mountain out of a mole-hill, but that was hardly her interest at the moment. Nonetheless, she knew even in her unexplainable, overwhelmingly aroused state, that she must make some mention of it and she gently brushed her soft hand over it.
"Oh, it's ... it's not bad at all, Darling. W-Would you like Donna to put some medicine on it ... or maybe just kiss it for you...?"
"I don't care," he replied, looking back over his shoulder at her with wide, dark eyes. "Whatever you say, Mrs. Clayton."
Donna felt her moistened lips quivering with her own excitement. She smoothed her hands up over both his naked, slender boy-hips to his ribs and back down to his thighs again, fighting the tremendous urge to reach around and take his young genitals in her hand. God, she had to see it ... to feel of it! What ever in God's name had come over her, she had no idea, nor did she suddenly care! Only to see and feel of his hard little penis . . !
Without realizing what she was doing, the curvaceous blonde den-mother stood him off away from her, then bent to place a kiss upon the slightly raised little injury disfiguring his young white buttock. "There, does that make it all better, little darling?"
"Y-Yes ... I guess so," Markey stammered, not knowing what to think as she abruptly drew him backward into her arms once more, and her soft smooth hands began to warmly stroke over his chest and belly in small circles, seemingly to move ever downward toward his thing.
He looked down at himself there and the way her soft, slender hands were gently rubbing over him. It really felt good because he didn't have any clothes on, and his thing kept getting stiff, then limp again, the way it did lots of times lately. Boy, she was making him feel all funny inside his belly, and ... and she was going to touch it all right ... though he wasn't sure whether she ought to. His mother had told him enough times never to let anybody else touch it, but this was Mrs. Clayton, and she'd never said anything about her not doing it. . !
Donna could barely breathe, she was that emotionally tense. Every responsible bone in her young, illogically stimulated body warned against the move she was about to make. Still, she knew even if she wanted to, she couldn't stop herself ... and as she held him between her spread full thighs, his naked back and buttocks pressed warmly to her electrified, semi-nude flesh, her hand tremblingly sought and found the thrusting little rod of his hardened penis!
With her other hand tenderly spread out over his belly and chest. Donna sensed the reflexive lurch of his boyish form as her feverish hand encircled the small jutting rod of his blood-swollen hardness. Eagerly, she looked down over his shoulder to see the red-tipped, miniature cock resting in the soft palm of her warm white hand, the outline of its mushroom shaped head visible through the covering white sheath of its foreskin. Her mouth went cotten-dry at the unbelievable, lust-provoking excitement the sight and feel of it sent racing through her, and experimentally she took it between thumb and forefinger to gently draw the outer layer of skin back, revealing its moistened, delicately purple gland.
Again, Markey lurched back against her and she kissed him quickly on the neck. "D-Don't be frightened, little darling," she half-hissed into his ear. "D-Donna just wants to be sure that you didn't hurt this little fellow. Y-You didn't, did you?"
"I-I don't think so," Markey gasped, watching her soft white hand move back and forth with his thing right between her thumb and finger. She kept sliding the skin over, then back off its head, and the more she did it the better it began to feel.
"M-Maybe I better put some medicine on it, too ... or ... or just kiss it and make it better...?" Donna tremulously whispered as she continued to massage the still hardened little penis, the thought of what she was intending to seduce him into just about to drive her wild with never-before fermentations of mounting lecherous passion. "W-What do you think, Baby?"
"I-I don't know ... whatever you say, Mrs. C-Clayton," he stammered, not quite sure how he should answer or what to do. It felt good, all tingly, the way she kept stroking it back and forth, and it gave him a funny feeling in his belly to watch her hand as she did it.
"Come up here on the bed and lie down, darling," Markey heard her whisper hotly in his ear. actually lifting him before he ever had a chance to refuse. And then he was on his back with his head on the pillow and she had turned half around so that her pretty face was just above his thing which all of a sudden had begun to get soft.
Donna wasn't certain but what she might be losing her mind entirely. In all of her young life she had never actively or passively been a partner to even the mildest deviation from the sexual norm, unless one were to include some juvenile fingering of herself in that category.
And here she was about to commit one of the most forbidden of lecherous acts, the licentious seduction of a small boy, and one of her own cub scouts at that! Dear God, what was happening to her? She had to stop ... had to.. !
Yet, even as she desperately struggled to overpower the monstrous desire that had suddenly leaped into being inside her, she had only to gaze down at his tender young genitals to know the battle was futile, at lease this time. She had to kiss it, to touch it with her tongue, to taste and suck it! God, it was no bigger than her stiffened forefinger, not even as big, and his young smooth testicles reminded her of a whole walnut shell in looks, size and shape. But the puffy, hairless flesh around the base of his penis was as stimulating as anything to her, and as she smoothed her hand upward over his firm young thigh toward it, she was disappointedly surprised to see the slender length of hardness suddenly grow limp.
It was his pre-pubescence, the lust-intoxicated blonde housewife abruptly perceived. Of course ... he was only ten ... yet unable to cum, that sudden realization adding new fermentations to her intensively aroused desire. Once more, she lecherously took hold of it with trembling, gentle fingers and began to stroke it, feeling it almost immediately re-hardening as she extracted the moistened, swollen head from its protective foreskin. The way the slender length of it tried to hug snugly against his flat, white belly in its rigidness fascinated her, the fact that she had never actually seen a young boy's penis in her life dawning on her inflamed mind. It seemed almost ridiculous, but she hadn't, being an only child of religious, safe-guarding parents, never even having baby set, and held nearly dateless until Tom had came along. It had been her wedding night, hadn't it. . ? Yes, and she could vividly recall the apprehension that had swept through her at the frightening size of it ... but this captivating, doll-like replica was infusing all of the opposite emotions inside her.
"Wh-What're you going to do...?" Donna heard Markey's choking question as she went on stroking his stiffened, finger-like cock, aware now of the wetness that had seeped from between her vibrantly tingling vaginal lips to dampen the briefs of her bathing suit. Subconsciously, she writhed down against the bed, clutching her full thighs tensely together, the muscular action causing pressured sensations of erogenous delight to ripple through her loins and belly.
"I-I'm going to make it all better, Darling," she managed to hiss, her tiny pink tongue slipping out to moisten her feverishly dry, lush lips. "D-Don't be afraid ... I'm not going to hurt you, Markey baby ... don't be afraid...!"
"B But ... I ... I don't know, Mrs. Clayton ... maybe you shouldn't...," the boy partially whimpered, raising his head and watching wide-eyed as her face, nearly hidden from him by the tumbling tresses of her long, golden hair, lowered toward his jerking thing, and then he saw her mouth right above it, and the pinkness of her tiny tongue darting out to touch it on the tip. "Unnhhhh!" he grunted with a lurch of his hips as her tongue-tip tried to wedge into the little slit where he peed! Again he whimpered and a confusing chill raced along his spine as he watched her bring her opening mouth down to it, then enclose the wetly shining head in a lip-locking pressure that made him want to cry right out!
Markey couldn't hold back his whines of bewildered, child-emotions as involuntarily he thrust his young loins upward, shoving his stiffened penis into the wet cavern beyond her ovaly clasping lips. He watched them tighten like an elastic band around it, then slip down all the way until her pretty nose was pressed into his belly, the whole thing sucked right into the moist warmth of her beautiful mouth!
He watched, his young breathing coming in short panting gasps, as she sucked up off its tip, then began to lick it avidly with her little moist tongue, brush and lave it all over from his belly along its underside to the ridge of its purple knob which was shiny wet and sticking out from its pulled-back skin. It was wrong; he knew it was! She shouldn't be doing it to him! His Mom would spank him terrible if she ever knew ... but ... but he hoped she wouldn't stop ... it felt so good! She was washing, playing, loving it with every lick of her tongue ... and then she was going back down it to his belly again, and ... and below to the soft little bag the guys called their balls!
Donna's excited belly and flushed loins were an inferno of unexplainable, frenzied sensations at the forbiddeness of her lecherous act, thrilling, erotic fermentations that were more avid than she could ever remember. The delicious, sweet piquancy of his tender, virginal genitals were actually driving her to the point of orgasm with the mere thought of her perverse seduction alone! God, he was so helpless ... so completely subject to her slightest whim! If only he could cum so that she could taste his boy-sperm when it shot into her mouth! She would swallow it right down into her belly! She would ... yes ... yes ... yes!
Saliva dribbled excitedly down her tongue as she licked the smooth, hairless flesh of his little testicles with excitedly warm, sweeping strokes.
Then she crawled up onto the bed, spreading his legs and wedging between them as she simultaneously raised them, pressing them back to expose his tight, brownish little anus, and she trailed her damp tongue along the raised pink ridge between his small, widespread buttocks. Eagerly, she let her tongue circle tauntingly the puckered little hole, painting his inner buttocks with the warm moisture of her saliva. Finally, as a tremendous charge of lustful excitement spiraled through her, she stiffened her tongue-tip in an effort to penetrate the tightly locked mouth of his rectum!
Oh God, if only she were naked, with her tingling swollen breasts hanging free to sway and ripple as she worked over him! Her pussy was so hot and wet ... if she could just get a finger inside her briefs and between those flushed, hair-lined lips to caress her tiny erect clitoris! She had to cum ... had to, she sensually determined, reaching down between her spread thighs to force a finger inside the tight leg-band of her swim-briefs and into the wet, sensitive flesh between her lust-swollen cunt lips.
Oh God ... oh God! It felt so good, she sensed passionately as her finger began to gently caress the tiny erect bud of her quivering clitoris and more intense sensations of heightened stimulation spread hotly through her voluptuous young body. Quickly, she trailed her laving tongue back over his immature, little balls and along the still solid shaft of penile flesh to its mildly pulsating head, slipping her lush lips wetly down over it once more. Oh heaven ... delicious heaven! How had this wonderfully lewd and forbidden depravity escaped her for so long? Yes, yes ... she would have to do it again ... again and again, until she tasted the hot delight of innocent boy-sperm ... sweet, sweet boy-cock . . !
Markey could think of nothing else but what she was doing to him and the never-before, almost hurting tickle that was growing confusingly stronger in his tensed belly and loins. It had never been quite like this when he played with it in bed at night or in the bathtub, and even though he didn't want her to stop, he was getting more scared by the second. Again, while she was doing something to herself down between her legs, she was holding his thing with two fingers right next to his belly and sucking it steadily, moving her pretty mouth up and down as she curled her hot tongue around it each time she raised her head. Uncontrollably, he tensed his young pelvic muscles more taut and pushed his boy-loins up at her face. He heard her moan and begin to suck harder, nipping now and then with her teeth and making him gasp out, his thing looking bloodless beneath her scraping such and fiery-red at its tip.
Suddenly she was wedging her freehand beneath the cheeks of his behind and lifting them, while she plunged her hot, wet lips down on his thing as if she were going crazy! Oh ... wow! All of it was disappearing into her loudly sucking mouth, going all the way in almost to the back of her throat, her nose and lips pushing into the soft flesh of his belly! Oh wow ... he didn't want to, but he was afraid he was going to cry . . !
He stared at her lovely face stuffed with his painfully throbbing thing, working over him wildly, her lush lips being pulled out as if her mouth were being turned inside out every time she came up off of it. Her cheeks puffed in and out as she sucked and he thrust his pelvis up tighter to her face until he was right off the bed, his mouth and throat aching dry, his young rod of hot, hard flesh unable to reach whatever pinnacle it sought to ease the frustrating agony charging through his pre-pubescent loins, and finally he began to sob half-hysterically . . !
But Donna didn't stop ... couldn't stop, for at that moment her finger stroking at the tiny spasming bud of her clitoris set off an insane climax inside her that caused her to whimper out around his little, jerking hard cock in her mouth. She plunged her hand deeper between her lewdly spread thighs into the wetness of her hotly flushed cunt, tweaking and stroking her palpitating nerve plexus, while she sucked and nibbled on his immature young member long after it had softened in her mouth, ignoring his cries and the way he was pushing at her head, trying to get her off of him . . !
It was the telephone ringing that brought Donna to her senses, and as she raised up off the still nakedly sobbing Markey, she desperately tried to get hold of herself.
"T-There, there, now ... stop crying. You're not hurt. J-Just wait right there and Donna'll get your clothes from the bath house," she managed with stammering gasps of breath, the first waves of shocked and shameful horror at her lewdly perverted seduction filling her. "Just a minute now ... don't cry anymore ... just stay right there..."
She stumbled from the bedroom, brushing her long hair behind her shoulders as she moved toward the ringing telephone in the hallway, still unable to comprehend the full abominable depths of the debased act she had just committed on an innocent, helpless boy. Dear God, if he ever told his parents . . !
"H-Hello ... Yes, t-this is Mrs. Clayton ... The what ... Santa Paula Hospital. . ? " she repeated, then momentarily froze as a second wave of near-nauseating shock raced through her. "A-An accident, you say...? Oh my God! I-Is he hurt badly? What. . ? Yes, yes, I'll be right there...!"
CHAPTER TWO
like a superstitious child, Donna couldn't rid herself of the conviction that she had brought the terrible accident onto Tom with the unforgivable wickedness in her lecherous seduction of Markey McGee. Driving rapidly toward the small city hospital, the vivacious young housewife had given up trying to root out the warped quirk that had to have motivated her, the apprehensive thoughts as to the extent of her husband's injuries alone filling her mind. He was badly banged up, the doctor had said, but in no critical danger, thank God. Some heavy boxes had fallen on him at the factory, fracturing his right leg and causing some minor internal problems that would hospitalize him for perhaps a week or so, but with luck, no longer than that.
She shook her head, as if to throw off the incredulity the sordid and painful events this day had brought her. Dear God, was it possible, or was she losing her wits completely? No, it had happened, all of it; she was not about to wake up from a nightmare and find that it was all just a very bad dream. She had, with uncontrollable lewd wantonness, seduced little Markey into letting her suck his penis . . the very act which she had so long wanted to perform on Tom, but had been afraid to propose or attempt ... And the way the poor frightened little darling had cried, his face flushed with shame ... Lord, how had she ever calmed him after that heart-sinking phone call then made him promise to keep their secret? She wasn't sure now, but somehow she had managed to soothe him as she helped him dress, then extract his scout's honor that he would never tell a soul, not even his mother ... though, what could she do or say if he did?
Of one thing, she was certain, it mustn't, couldn't, ever happen again, and over and over she repeated the vow to herself as she drove into the hospital parking zone, left her car and hurried into the modern, white-stone building.
"Come on now. Baby, don't make it worse than it is," Tom Clayton said, forcing a weak smile onto his drawn and swollen, handsome young face, the painful aches in his bandaged head, pinched guts, and set right leg, not conducive to the uplifting of down-trodden spirits. "Nothing's ever as bad as it seems. We've got insurance, and there'll be compensation.
Don't worry, everything's going to be okay ... or nearly everything."
"What do you mean, nearly everything?" Donna quickly picked him up, leaning over the bed from where she sat as she tightly held to his big hand. She had just wiped her eyes and blown her nose for the third time after looking at his rapidly discoloring pair of black-eyes, severely bruised cheek, and stitched mouth. "Tell me. Darling, what is it that's bothering you?"
"Nothing, Baby ... not really," he replied, still half-grinning, his features assuming an almost grotesque expression to her. "It's just the boys in the troop. You know, we were supposed to take the annual camp-out this week on
Friday, and ... well, you remember how they look forward to it."
Donna let off a little sigh of relief. Wasn't that just like him, though, worrying about some trivial thing such as his scout troop when he had to be in bitter pain? She had watched the nurse inject a sedative into his arm and promised to leave the moment he showed sign of drowsiness. Thank their lucky stars, he was no more severely injured than he was. She had talked to the foreman of his department while he was still being sewn and splinted. It never had to have happened to him, the overseer had said. Tom had rushed forward to save another employee from an improperly stacked column of boxed merchandise and taken the full brunt of the whole collapsing, vertical row.
"Well, it won't hurt them just this once," she said, smiling warmly into his partially drug-glazed eyes. "Next year it'll be different."
Her husband nodded slowly. "I know, but some of these boys have never been, and others will be too old to go next year. I-I feel bad about it, Donna. We've talked ... and they've planned so much on it ... Dammit ... this would have to happen to me right at his time..."
For a long moment she stared at him, trying to decipher whether the administered drug was causing the tears in his eyes, or if he was sincerely that much concerned. Then, she made an effort to dig into her mind and measure the fulfilling warmth of their lives together. No, the sleep-inducing serum wasn't causing his tears; Tom Clayton was that devoted.
How badly had they wanted a son? Was that measurable? Could she ever explain that a fall from a horse was the reason she couldn't bear children? Was he, any less than herself, devoted to his boys ... the boys she could never give him...?
"Listen, Darling," she heard herself say. "Listen, I'll take them! I know the area ... after all, we camped there enough, didn't we? I can handle it as well as you ... or almost ... but at least, they'll have their annual, and that's all they care about."
"Oh, come on now. Donna, that's rugged country..."
"But I do know it, Darling. And I know the boys, too. It's not as if I haven't had some experience with scouting..."
"I know, but cub scouting is just a bit different, Baby..."
"Not that much, Mr. Clayton," she said emphatically. "Besides, I'll hold a special meeting ... tomorrow night, perhaps, and let them decide if they want me to lead them."
"I-It's too much, Baby..."
"Don't be silly, Darling, I'd love it ... especially if it's something you want."
She watched half-tearfully his grotesque, eye-drooping smile, knowing the web of needed sleep that was creeping over him. He seemed at peace, all the same, and she knew she'd touched the right vein. She could do it. She knew her way in the open well enough ... and maybe she needed it, too, after the past afternoon with Markey. That unprecedented, utterly depraved situation must never be able to repeat itself! And this could well be the way to prevent it! Yes ... yes, she would lead them!
Donna clutched his hand tightly and started to speak to her husband, but he slept ... For a moment, a long, long moment, she stared at his distortedly handsome young face, a thousand thoughts of love racing through her. Then, she arose, kissed his forehead beneath the bandages and backed off.
For him ... whatever she did from this day forward would be for him, her magnificent husband! And the first thing she'd do was take his scout troop on their annual campout ... if they'd tolerate her. God, she loved him so much!
CHAPTER THREE
It had been a night of fitful catnaps interspersed with frighteningly sordid dreams of naked, monstrous little boys chasing after her with their overgrown, stiff penises in their hands, while Tom stood by helpless, completely swathed in bandages. Finally, Donna had awakened in a bath of cold perspiration, her last nightmare peopled with the familiar faces of enraged friends and neighbors, all parents of her cub-scouts who were trying to get at her with clutching hands as she backed toward a steep precipice, tears of horror streaming down her cheeks.
She was actually crying when she bolted upright in the bed, her face puffy and her head pounding from lack of rest. Still, she breathed a deep sigh of relief when she saw the bright sun of another warm California day and realized that her panic had been born of a series of bad dreams. Quickly, she got up from the bed, slipped out of her short, peek-a-boo nightie and made for the adjoining shower, purposely forcing all other thoughts from her mind but those that concerned her injured husband.
She hoped that he'd had a restful night, the poor darling she thought, as she tucked her wealth of honey-blonde hair inside the shower-cap. She would call the hospital the minute she finished showering...
Her wide blue-eyes caught sight of her own white nakedness reflected in the full-length mirror on the back of the door and a tiny narcissistic sensation rippled through her voluptuous young body. Momentarily, she stood motionless, hedonistically admiring her pleasing symmetrical curves, her lush, pink-nippled breasts and narrow waist, the generous, sweeping arch of her hips into the long white columns of her rounded full thighs and shapely calves. There was something fascinating and personally secretive in the white outline left by her swim-suit halter across the resilient mounds of her uptilted breasts, and cupping at her smoothly ovaled buttocks, but it was the mildly-white of her hips and lower abdomen where the silken triangle of sparse, golden hair began to sprinkle over her puffy little mound and vaginal lips that always caused the tingling in her belly.
All for you, Tom darling ... and please get well soon so that you can come home and properly take care of it. . .
Donna smiled to herself, suddenly feeling considerably better than when she'd awakened such a short time before. She stepped into the shower stall and quickly regulated the water, the fine, spraying needles rapidly invigorating her naked, satin-soft flesh, the whole energizing process raising her spirits. As Tom had said, nothing was ever as bad as it at first seemed, and she felt a growing confidence that little Markey would keep their forbidden secret. His scout's honor meant a great deal to him, just as it did to all of their boys.
Even so, it must never happen again; she would vow to that ... though, in God's name, she couldn't imagine what had ever tempted her into committing such a salacious act in the first place. Recalling it all vividly now, she realized thai it had been as if she'd had absolutely no control over her lecherous desire to possess him ... to feel and hold his little hardened penis in her hand ... and then to take it into her mouth! A shiver of unexpected excitement spiraled through her as she remembered the sweet taste of his swollen little rod of hardness when she sucked it, and the delicious feel of it to her hot, experimenting tongue ... Damn, she had to stop thinking this way! Her lecherous thoughts were setting her right off again, making her teasingly soft hands send electric-like little tingles through her loins and belly as she provocatively soaped her breasts, stomach, and thighs ... God!
No! No, she wouldn't do it to herself, she insisted as she sensuously raised suds over the silken curls and pouting lips of her fleshy, down-covered pussy, determinedly ignoring the provoked stimulation that the impelling thoughts of Markey's youthful nakedness and tender genitals aroused in her. If she were going to re-gain any measure of control over herself, it better begin right there at that very moment!
Resolutely, Donna stopped her self-caressing titillation, quickly rinsed off, then toweled herself dry. But even after she had dressed in bright colored slacks and blouse, the little fermentations were still agitatingly alive within her, and she did something she never did to bolster her mettle: she spiked her breakfast orange-juice with a gentle measure of vodka. After, she drank two cups of instant coffee, then made herself a second vodka-orange..."screwdriver" she thought they were called ... before phoning the hospital.
She was surprised when reception put her through to Tom's bedside and she was able to speak directly to him.
"How are you, Darling?" she questioned, her voice warm with concern.
"Achingly better, Doll. I hurt all over, but there's little doubt but what I'm going to live," he replied, the usual trace of good-natured humor in his tone. "How about you?"
"Oh, I'm fine ... outside of being terribly lonesome here without you," she said. "I never realized how big that bed of ours is until I couldn't find you in it."
"That can't be too soon for me, Darling."
Again, he chuckled. "The doctor says about a week, Baby."
"I'll lose my mind," she playfully teased. "What else did he say, Tom?"
"Nothing much, really, except that the internal injuries aren't as serious as he first thought, but that I should remain here under observation for the full week just to be sure."
"Yes ... I suppose that's best," Donna agreed. "I'll come during visiting hours this afternoon, but tonight I thought I'd hold a special meeting of your troop and see how the boys feel about me taking them on their annual.. . "
"Listen, Donna," he interrupted, "are you sure you want to do that? It's not exactly an easy job you know..."
"Of course I want to, Darling. I've been giving it a great deal of thought since we discussed it yesterday," she said, stretching the truth. "After all, there are enough fifteen and sixteen year-olds to help me. I can't see where I would have any difficulty, and you, yourself, said they would be terribly disappointed if they didn't go."
"Yes I know," he answered, as if in thought.
"They really look forward to it, all right. Look, why don't you give young Zach Sloan a call and have him get in touch with the others for you? He's my assistant scout-master, you know, and a good leader and woodsman for sixteen. Takes after his father there..."
A mental picture of the ruggedly crude Burke Sloan, Zach's father, flittered through Donna's mind as Tom went on talking. She sipped at her screwdriver, while brief thoughts of him and Ross White lewdly swapping wives momentarily occupied her brain...
"What was that you said, Darling?" she asked, his questioning voice returning her to the present.
"Will you bring my electric razor when you come this afternoon? These straight jobs raise hell with my face."
"Yes, of course, Dear. Would you like anything else ... some reading material, candy, anything...?"
"No, just the razor ... and you," he replied, his masculine voice growing romantically soft.
"You'll always have me, Lover," Donna affectionately half-whispered. "That much you can be certain of."
"Then, nothing else matters. Baby ... just as long as I have you."
"I love you. too, Darling," she assured him in her warm, husky voice.
"Until this afternoon then...?"
"Until this afternoon..."
"Bye, Angel."
"Bye, bye, Lover..."
Donna regarded herself as anything but a drinker; in fact, three cocktails had always been the absolute limit she could handle without getting dizzy or silly, but through out the remainder of the day she found herself resorting to her vodka and orange concoction at increasing intervals. For some reason, the drink seemed to have little effect on her, with the exception of providing that necessary lift which she was convinced that she needed. Tom hadn't noticed it on her at the hospital, and certainly if any of the boys who were presently occupying the front room had, they showed no sign of it.
Some one of her friends-she couldn't remember who-had once referred to the screwdriver as the furtive drink, because of its distinct lack of alcoholic odor on the breath, and Donna readily agreed with the pleasing accuracy of that statement. She supposed it was the strain of everything that had happened to her since the day before which made her feel the constant necessity of a pickup. She certainly didn't intend to make a habit of it though, realizing that one could become very dependant on such things.
With an ear cocked toward the young voice of Zach Sloan who was addressing the rest of the boys in the living-room, Donna raised the orange-colored drink to her lips and heavily sipped it.
She then proceeded to pour nine glasses of cola for her young guests while they continued to debate the issue she had put before them. Suddenly, she heard a rousing clapping of hands, and she picked up the tray of glasses, moving toward the applause.
"Well, something sounded favorable," she smilingly said as she entered the room.
"It's unanimous, Mrs. Clayton," the tall and husky Zach Sloan informed. His homely, puggish features broadened in a thick-lipped smile as he ran his hand through the shock of kinky, red-hair topping his somewhat nubbin-like head. "We've all agreed that we want you to lead us on the annual. Right, guys?"
"Right!" came the chorus of voices.
Donna felt an emotional blush warming her cheeks as she moved amongst them, extending the tray for each to take his drink. After, she said: "Well, to say the least, boys, I'm honored ... and I'll do my very best.. . "
"Oh don't worry, Mrs. Clayton," Jimmy White, a good-looking thirteen-year old assured her. "We'll help you do everything, and most of us know that mountain country well, especially Zach."
"I'm sure we'll all get on fine, boys," Donna agreed. "But there's one more thing: how do you think your parents will feel about it? I mean they might not agree that I'm capable. . . "
"I wouldn't worry about that, Mrs. Clayton," Barney Cole, another strapping fifteen-year old put in. "I guess you and Mr. Clayton both know what all of our folks think about you people."
"Yeah," several of the others chimed in, "that's right, Mrs. Clayton."
Donna could hardly restrain the little tear of proud happiness that crept into her eyes. Embarrassed, she momentarily avoided direct glances as she nodded her head and stammered: "A-AU right ... then, it's settled. The next thing is to lay out our plans, and ... and I'm going to leave most of that up to you boys. I-I'll just act as a consultant. So ... let's form some committees and get to it..."
From that point, the evening passed quickly, the boys surprising the blonde substitute scoutmaster with their enthusiastic efficiency, and it was not until she went to her bedroom for cigarettes that Donna realized it was nine-thirty, time to adjourn this meeting...
A movement beyond the not-quite closed door of her bathroom startled the lovely young housewife, and following a brief passing of seconds she quietly walked toward it. She distinctly remembered telling the boys that the hall bathroom was for their use if they had to ... though there was little question but what one of them had either not heard, or had chosen to ignore her. She paused and looked through the open crack the unclosed door left, surprised to see that it was Jimmy White. He was urinating and looking around the tiled room at the same time, his dark-brown eyes finally settling on her clothes-hamper.
The sound of his young stream as it splattered into the water of the bowl, plus the way he stood spread-legged holding his penis which was hidden from her, caused a ripple of excitement to flutter through Donna. She stood in absolute silence, her eyes fascinatedly fixed on his She sensed the seeping moisture of her own relieving movements, until abruptly, he leaned over and opened the hamper. As she continued to watch, he fumbled through the soiled clothing, finally bringing out a pair of her blue nylon panties, then lowered the cover of the commode to sit down on it, stretching his legs out in front of him, his intentions very apparent.
She saw it then, his hardened, virile young penis protruding through the open fly of his pants, its length and thickness almost half again the size of little Markey's. She sensed her mouth and throat going flannel-dry, additional tingles of aroused sensations spiraling through her loins and belly as he unhesitantly raised the crotch of her sheer panties to his nose and began to lewdly stroke his exposed white spear of swollen hardness.
At first, the obscene spectacle he made, sprawled out before her with the tiny bikini briefs of her soiled panties held tightly to his face as he vigorously began to work the loose outer layer of white skin up and down the shaft of his rigid young penis, nearly unnerved Donna.
She had never before seen man or boy play with himself, and while it had its immediate repulsive effects on her, it simultaneously rekindled the lecherous sensations she had first known the day before. Her wide blue-eyes glued themselves in unrestrainable, growing lust on the long white thickness of his hardened young cock, the glistening purple of its moistened glans captivating her with his every revealing down stroke.
She sensed the seeping moisture of her own arousal dampening the narrow strip of nylon between her thighs, the sudden urge to place her hand there almost overwhelming. At the same time, the realization that he was old enough to climax flashed like a neon sign in her liquor-provoked brain, and every moment of the forbidden pleasure she had known with Markey raced incitingly through her, plus that denied ecstasy of delicious wantonness she so eagerly sought. He could cum . . !
"Jimmy White!" Donna sharply hissed, pressing open the door and quickly moving in on him, her lecherously infused brain beginning to lustfully scheme. In shocked awe, the good-looking young boy gaped up at her as she closed the door tightly, her unexpected presence almost immediately and completely destroying him. "What is the meaning of this ... this obscene thing you're doing to yourself? And why are you holding my panties up to your nose...?"
"Oh ... oh crap ... oh man ... ooohhhh...!" he moaned out, his young face starting to crumble before her, bursting tears of horrified shame brimming from his youthful dark-eyes to gush down his cheeks, while his young mouth twisted in a grotesque grimace of unabashed sobs. He dropped the sheer blue wisp of her panties, quickly bending forward to hide from her the exposed sight of his rapidly deflating young penis, his wriggling movements assuring her that he was putting it away and trying to zip up his fly.
"I demand an answer, Jimmy!" Donna insisted with a harsh whisper, having no intentions of letting him slip out of her clutches now. "What were you doing? Answer me ... or would you rather that I call your rather?"
"Oh man, Mrs. Clayton ... please ... don't do that. . ? " he choked out between sobs. "Please...?"
"You were playing with yourself, weren't you ... and smelling of my panties while you did it. Isn't that right?" she taunted through clenched white teeth, a twinge of sadistic delight darting through her at his weeping helplessness.
"Y-Yes ... yes," he nodded, his crying face buried in his lap now, his obvious debasement forcing him to hide his features from her.
"Well, that must be something new in scouting that I'm not familiar with," Donna continued to abuse, intending to destroy his every last bit of resistance. "Tell me, do you get a merit badge for that, Jimmy? Do you?"
"Oh crap ... don't, Mrs. Clayton," the sobbing boy pleaded. "I-I'm sorry ... terrible, terrible sorry ... honest.. . "
"Really? And how do you think your parents are doing to react to your belated sorrow, young man?" Donna snapped down at him, waiting as she stood with hands on hips for the entrapping next move.
It began as he slowly raised his head, his young, tear-filled eyes begging her. "Y-you won't tell them will you...? Please ... please don't, Mrs. Clayton. I-it'd be terrible for me at home if you did! Please don't. . ? "
Donna released a long, slow sigh, then rubbed her hand over her brow as if she were making a momentous decision. "God knows, I don't want to hurt you, Jimmy, or any of the boys for that matter. But ... but what you were doing .g ... at least, you could be more careful. ... leaving the door unlocked and partially opened like that.. . " She paused there, letting the unexpected gist of her words sink into his brain, the surprised expression on his youthful face advising her of the agony of hope he was going through. "Tell me, do you play with yourself often, Jimmy?"
His face flushed a crimson-red and he shook his head in the anticipated lie. Of course, he did ... she hoped he did! She reached down and gently drew him to his feet, noting in a glance that his pants were zipped and there was no telltale swelling there. God, he was as tall as she, with such a youthfully handsome face . . ! She took it between her soft warm hands, forcing him to look directly into her eyes. Then, she said: "I like you a great deal, Jimmy darling. ... but I haven't made up my mind just what to do about ... about this, as yet. I-I think you better stay after the others leave and we'll discuss it further. Meanwhile, you remain here and wash your face while I tell the others the meeting is over. Then, I'll come back and we'll talk ... all right?"
He nodded. "Wh-whatever you say, Mrs. Clayton ... only the guys are going to think it's funny if I don't go with them..."
"Don't worry about that. They're all taken up with their plans for the annual this Friday," she said with a reassuring little smile. "I'll tell them that you've gone on an errand to the drugstore for me. There'll be no questions."
"O-Okay ... and . . .I'm sorry, Mrs. Clayton. Honest, I am..."
"There, there ... now don't fret anymore," Donna said, unable to resist the urge to lean forward and kiss his forehead. "We'll work it out, Darling. Trust Donna, eh...?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Donna sensed her breathing coming in quick, deepening gasps as she closed the door behind the last of Tom's scout troop ... with the exception of the boy she had ordered to remain in her bedroom. Momentarily, she leaned her back against the door and stood there, her curvaceous young body sensuously trembling with the fervid sensations bewitching it. Nearly forgotten was the personal vow she had solemnly pledged to such a short time before; in fact, as it tried to press itself forward in her wantonly aroused mind she forcefully banished it as if it had never existed.
Instead, her brain was filled with the picture of Jimmy White furiously stroking his hardened young cock while he held her wispy panties smothered to his nose, the expression on his excited, youthful face telling her of the brief, exotic pleasure that had possessed him! But mostly it was the act of him taking her tiny, soiled panties ... wanting to smell ... maybe even taste the essence of her down there that had, and was, driving her wild!
She found herself in the kitchen, draining the remainder of her last vodka-orange and quickly making another. Her head swam, and admittedly now from the quantity of alcohol she'd consumed, plus the mounting lust building uncontrollably within her. God, she couldn't help herself ... she couldn't, the vivacious blonde girl realized as she staggered slightly in walking toward the hall bathroom to undress and slip into a negligee she kept there...
Jimmy White sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, staring fearfully, if blankly, at the closed bedroom door. Crap, what was going to happen to him now? Why hadn't she let him go with the rest of the guys...? Unless she intended to tell his folks after all ... but the last thing she'd said was they'd work it out, and for him to trust her ... Oh man, what a stupid dope he was, getting caught like that with his cock right in his hand, and holding her panties the way he sometime did his Mom's when he jerked it, the hot, sexy smell of the silky strip where it rubbed against their pussies always making his belly churn like crazy. If only he'd taken time to close and lock the door none of this would have happened. Man, he was really in for it if she told his Dad. Things were always bad enough around the house between his parents without something like this ... But Mrs. Clayton said they'd work it out ... to trust her ... and wow, she was so pretty ... Crap, her little panties had smelled just like perfume ... pussy perfume ... not stenchy like his Mom's sometime did...
The softly opening door destroyed his thought pattern. His young, dark-eyes widened in amazement as Mrs. Clayton entered, walking toward the center of the room in front of him, the vanity lights behind her filtering through the diaphanous green negligee she had changed to.
Donna read his expression of astonished awe as he stiffly sat gaping at her, his teen-aged dark-eyes raking over her provocatively veiled curves in bewildered, but unhidable excitement.
Jimmy hardly knew what to make of it. She had taken off her slacks and blouse and was wearing only a single, frilly black thing beneath the long, see-through gown. Her lengthy, golden hair tumbled down around her shoulders like the pictures he'd seen of fairy princesses, and her pretty blue-eyes seemed to dance with tiny fiery lights sparkling them. He'd never actually seen another woman outside of his Mom in under things, but as young and slender as his Mom was, she'd never looked like Mrs. Clayton. Besides, his mother always wore the regular unsexy panties and bras, never a filmy, brief thing like his scoutmaster's wife was wearing at that very moment. Man! She wasn't even hardly dressed!
He'd never seen such smooth, pretty legs on any girl, and whatever the black frilly thing was beneath the negligee, it fit her like a silky glove, hugging tight against the puffy place between her full thighs! And her tits ... man! They were just barely tucked inside the top, swelling out all around with just a thin crack separating them ... as if they were going to burst out any second...!
"The others have gone, Jimmy. Now we can talk this affair over," Donna said in a quivering husky voice, moving toward the boudoir chair and setting her screwdriver on the little table beside it. She was trembling, but pleased that he had ogled her to the fullest during those long seconds she had stood there. His handsome young eyes were bugging, and there was little question in her lust-incited mind concerning the renewed swelling at the front of his trousers. "Would you like something ... a coke maybe...?"
"Ah ... I ... no ... no, thanks . . "
Donna folded down into the chair across from him, her leg bent beneath her to sit upon, her negligee falling slightly open to reveal the ivory-white flesh of its mate halfway along her smooth thigh. She lighted a cigarette and watched him sitting rigidly across from her. God, she thought, what was she doing, anyway ... turning into some kind of animal? It wasn't too late ... she could stop it right then and there . . ! Her liquor-glazed brain reeled; she said:
"What you were doing in my bathroom, Jimmy, is not unnatural. I think you'd find, if people were honest about it, that they all have done it one time or another ... and some, quite consistently." She leaned forward toward him. "Tell me, Dear ... do you do it often?"
Once more and from the same question, Jimmy felt his cheeks reddening. He managed to shake his head. "N-No ... honest ... not very often.. . "
"How often, Jimmy?" Donna pursued.
He embarrassedly shrugged his young broad shoulders. "I ... I don't know ... really I don't.. . "
"Twice a week would you say ... or maybe three, four, five times?" Donna persisted, inwardly delighting in the sense of power her upper-handed position was giving her. "As often as once a day, Jimmy? Tell me the truth, do you play with yourself that much? Tell me!"
"I-I don't know ... maybe ... oh crap, Mrs. Clayton, what difference does it make, anyway?" he half-moaned, shaking his good-looking young head and hiding his face from her with his hands.
"It might make a great difference to your parents, Jimmy," Donna reminded him in a brittle voice, "if they were to find out what happened here tonight."
"No ... no please!" the boy exclaimed, dropping his hands and looking directly at her. "Don't do that, Mrs. Clayton. They'd make life so miserable for me ... I-I'd have to run away or something, honest. . ! "
Donna dragged from her cigarette, then sipped at her drink. Finally, in a softened voice she said: "Don't worry, Darling ... I'm not going to tell a soul, because I don't think it'll be necessary. I believe I can personally help you. W-Would you like that, Jimmy ... for me to help you break that disgusting habit?"
He continued to stare at her, his hands fidgeting with each other in his lap, while he confusedly tried to make sense from her words. "I-I don't understand what you mean, Mrs. Clayton..."
"Only that I think I can help you, darling ... if you want me to," the vivacious blonde girl half-whispered, still leaning forward so that the deep cleft between her white breasts was fully available to his view. "You see. Baby, it all boils down to one problem ... you need a girlfriend ... and you don't have one, do you?"
He shook his head. "I-I wish I did ... but there isn't anybody..., " he started, then let his young voice trail off.
"That's hard to understand, Darling," Donna half-whispered, "a handsome young boy like you. If I were your age, I'd be thrilled to be your girl ... go to a show with you . . let you kiss me and ... and do things to me..."
For a long moment Jimmy merely sat and stared at her. "Y-You're teasing me, aren't you...? You don't mean that at all.. . "
Donna made a warm little laugh. "Of course I mean it, Jimmy ... and just to prove it, let's pretend ... pretend that I am your real girl friend, all right? Would you like that?"
Jimmy swallowed tightly, hardly able to take his eyes from the deep smooth cleft separating her rounded, full breasts. He tried to speak, but couldn't, and instead, eagerly nodded his head.
"And ... and would you kiss me if I were?" Donna excitedly taunted, certain now that all was going as she wanted, the slight stirring in the front of his swollen jeans adding to her intensively mounting desire. "I mean, really kiss me and mean it, Jimmy?"
The boy was still too overwhelmed to speak and she knew it, but when he finally nodded his head emphatically, Donna slowly got to her feet and crossed over to drop down on the bed beside him. She knew he could smell the fragrance she wore, and with her eyes that were uncontrollably devouring him, she leaned close, her petulant lower-lip quivering as lecherously she whispered: "Show me, Jimmy baby ... show Donna how you would kiss her and really mean it.. ! "
She saw and felt the tremble of excitement rack his entire young frame; he was that awe-struck.
"Y-You sweet, delicious darling..., " she hissed, unrestrainably reaching out to let her arms slip hungrily around him, then draw him to her. "You're secret is safe with me, little lover ... and Donna's going to make you all better ... beautifully better, so that you'll never have to, or want to play with yourself again. No ... you'll come to me instead," she feverishly added, enveloping him within the aura of her sensual curves, her full, yielding breasts flattening against the solidness of his developing young chest, her soft, warm belly brushing his. She kissed him then, tenderly, but not open-lipped, yet with a heady passion.
Donna felt his strong, youthful hands clasp at her waist through the sheer material of her negligee, not searchingly, but with guarded protectiveness, bracing himself as she slowly let her lushly moistened lips part and her tiny tongue seek the hot freshness of his sweet, young mouth!
Oh. ... oh ... oh ... man ... man ... man!
What the devil was happening, anyway? Maybe he was flipping or something? It just couldn't be ... not Mrs. Clayton, his scoutmaster's wife, kissing him like this? But frig almighty, she was! Kissing him with hot, moist lips ... holding him in a crushing grip against her flattened out, full tits until he could feel their hardened nipples digging into his chest like tiny pebbles! And ... and there was her hot little tongue, wetly trying to worm into his mouth! Man, she was trying to french-kiss him ... really french-kiss him the way the guys said some of the older girls at school did it! Oh ... oh ... his cock was as hard as a hockey stick, and jerking like crazy . . !
Completely lost now in the lecherous passion of her liquor-whetted lust, Donna clasped Jimmy tightly within her arms while she smothered his teen-aged face and lips with hot, ardent kisses. Finally, she let her one slender hand smooth searchingly down into his lap, feeling him tremble beneath its soft, exploring touch. She didn't rush toward her goal, but moved slowly, seductively, teasing her fingers and palm along the inside of his thigh with gentle pressure. At last, she touched it ... the straining outline of his swollen penis inside the tight-fitting jeans. She sensed his shuddering gasp to the erogenous contact, a searing sensation of intensified desire racing through her belly as she traced the length of jerking hardness delicately with thumb and forefinger.
"Oh Jimmy baby ... it feels so hard!" she whispered huskily against his panting young mouth. "D-Doesn't it hurt ... all cramped inside there like that? Here, Darling ... let Donna take it out for you so that it can stiffen right up hard for her. After all, that's what girlfriends are for, aren't they, little lover?"
"Unnnhhh ... oh wowwww...!" Jimmy Clayton grunted in confused, building tension. He felt her soft hand caressing, then unzipping his fly and he whimpered again. Her soft, gentle fingers crept inside his pants through the opening in his shorts to smooth over the sparsely-haired, quivering flesh of his pelvis. Then, they Wrapped with possessive warmness right around the throbbing shaft of his cock and brought it out, just about completely shattering him!
Crap! He couldn't have stopped her if his life depended on it! Way-out quakes of unknown fermentations thunder-bolted through his groin and upward into his belly. Man, Man! She had his stove-poker-cock right in her soft little hand and ... and she was stroking it! He watched her sliding the loose outer skin up and down knowingly ... then ... oh crap ... she was fondling his balls...!
"Mmmmm, Jimmy darling ... you feel so good to your Donna," she hotly breathed into his gasping mouth, the terrific aroma and taste of her just about to collapse his skull. . ! "Don't ... don't you think it's time we both got naked ... that is if I'm really going to be of any help to you...? "
Frig! He couldn't answer her; his throat felt as if someone had taken a rasp to it! She was still questionably half-smiling at him, her moistened lush lips partially opened, her long-lashed, sparkling blue-eyes alive with a billion explosions. Oh man, he knew he shouldn't that there was something all wrong about it ... but he was going to ... he was going to do whatever she said! Besides, she'd caught him cold, hadn't she? What else could he do? He couldn't let her go to his parents ... and ... and she was so beautiful anyway! Her rounded white tits were ready to burst right out of that lacy black thing! He had to see them naked ... all of her ... her pussy and beautiful ass! ... oh ... oh ... there ... she was rubbing his jerking cock again...!
"You mustn't be frightened, Jimmy. Donna only wants to help you ... to cure you of wanting to play with yourself," she encouraged, squeezing his hardness meaningfully in her warm hand. "And even though she's very pleased that you wanted to smell of her little panties ... maybe even taste of them ... it would please her more if you did it ... right to her ... like this ...," she feverishly added, slowly lowering her head downward until it was right over his thrusting, lead-hardened rod of cock-flesh.
Jimmy felt his eyes bugging, even though he couldn't see the actual penetration. He sensed her soft, warm hand at the base of his penis, drawing down the foreskin away from its sensitive glands. A second later, the exhilerating contact of her tiny, wet tongue with the little split at its tip, wiggling hotly into it, sent frenzied jolts of wild excitation charging rampantly through his excitedly infused young body.
He choked out a loud grunt, then felt the soft moistness of her warm lips slipping down over his tingling cock-head......down, down ... down ... down! Crap, he'd swear she'd sucked the whole length of it right into the hot cavern of her pretty wet mouth! Her tongue lashed curlingly and he could feel the pressure of her sucking cheeks drawing on it for a long moment before she slowly raised her head, sucking her way up off it ... until she was sensuously smiling into his hypnotized face again...
"Now you see what I mean, Jimmy darling? That's the way we're going to cure you ... by showing you what it's really like, so that you'll never have to imagine anymore and want to play with yourself while you think about it," she seductively whispered, carefully trying to control the raging lust inflaming her whole voluptuous young being.
Jimmy gaped at her moistened ripe lips that had just been locked around his cock. They glistened reflectively with the light from her vanity lamps in their lush, red-rimmed dampness. He tried unsucessfully to swallow the parchedness that had dried away his voice.
"Well, Darling...?" Donna eagerly pressed.
He nodded his head and she leaned forward, kissing him before slowly getting to her feet to slip out of the negligee, letting it fall with a whisper to the floor. He stared from his sitting position, his young dark-eyes anxiously fixed on the curvaceous white body she was about to reveal to him. He hardly noticed the lewd little smile of lecherous dominance teasing at her luscious mouth as she slowly wriggled the lacy, black chemise downward to expose her perfectly rounded, full pointed breasts with their hardened, pink nipples, right before his feverish eyes. The two lush, creamy mounds swayed provocatively to the taunting undulations of her curved hips when she rolled the silky garment down over them, her dimpled navel and the small bowl of her belly coming into exciting view. Then ... he saw the sparse golden triangle between the tanned whiteness of her full thighs ... and finally, her entire naked pussy unveiled before him! Man ... oh man! He could see its moistened, pink crevice up between the satin-smooth columns of her long, shapely legs!
She turned away from him then and slowly bent over to pick up the chemise and negligee at her feet, her lushly ovaled, ivory-hued buttocks slightly spreading apart with the movement. The purposeful, lewd positioning gave him a fleeting peek at her snug, hair-fringed cunt as well as the tightly puckered, little pink hole centered in the deep intriguing crevice between her voluptuous buttocks.
Oh crap ... he was just going to die before this was over...!
Donna's lustful and lecherous passion had arrived at that salaciously blinding peak where only wanton and obscene desires filled her liquor-fogged brain. She eased, in her delicious-feeling nakedness, toward the spellbound teenaged boy and taking his hands, drew him to his feet. He stood motionless in obvious trepidation, his stiffened young cock still arousedly protruding from his opened fly. Slowly, she crowded close to him, taking both of his hands to place on the warm resilient flesh of her thrusting breasts, while with her own she reached down and clasped his swollen rod of hardness once more.
"Now, Jimmy darling, we'll make you nice and naked," she hissed, kissing him hotly as she stroked his cock with feminine tenderness, leaving it to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Impelling sensations of sensual urgency rippled through her loins and belly as he stood subservient and defenseless before the irresistible captivation of her exposed curvaceous body, his youthful hands eagerly exploring her tingling breasts with unrestrained desire.
She removed his shirt and kissed his chest, the tiny, hardened nipples of his developing pectoral muscles with her moistened tongue-tip. She trailed it downward then, over his belly and navel, lowering herself slowly to her knees as she began to unhitch his belt. Then she tugged both jeans and shorts down over his slender, boyish hips and lean buttocks, her hungry, sparkling eyes feasting on his upwardly arched, rigid young cock jutting out from the scant, hair-sprinkled pelvis, and his virile, bloating balls hanging between his teenaged thighs.
God, what a handsome young specimen he was! Her blood pounded with sensual carnality through her lust-fired veins. She leaned forward and kissed the head of his jerking, hard cock, extending her tiny tongue so that he could see its tip wriggling into the little opening while she tenderly caressed and weighed his sperm-filling balls.
"Uuunngghhhh!" Jimmy choked, staggering backward and almost falling from his jeans entrapping his ankles.
Donna caught him, then from her kneeling position, guided him back onto the bed, removing his loafers and dangling clothing. When he was completely and beautifully naked, she lewdly spread his legs wide and moved between them, drawing his buttocks closer to the edge. Her breathing came in short gasps as she clasped his throbbing young penis between thumb and forefinger at its base, pulled down its foreskin, and omnivorously plunged her hot mouth down onto it!
Once more, Jimmy White choked out a groaning sound as he raised his head to watch the beautiful wife of his scoutmaster who was frantically sucking his cock! Wow ... man! He hoped to crap she'd never stop! It was the first time in his life he'd ever had anything except his own hand on it, but he could already see what Mrs. Clayton meant by what it was really like . He gasped and shudderingly whimpered a second time as her tensiled lips and engulfing, hot mouth began moving up and down on his hardened penis, her hot, lashing tongue twirling twisting around it to swath it with every upsuck of her nursing mouth!
Donna was hardly aware of her young victim's moan of intense delight. She was too overwhelmed with the staggering immensity of salacious pleasure filling her quaking belly and hotly fired, wet cunt which the sucking of his delicious young cock was bringing her. And in the back of her mind was the ever present knowing that his one could cum ... this sweet boy-cock she was eagerly exploring and savoring. The realization then flashed through her liquor-dazed mind that what she was doing was the culmination of a desire she had too long nourished and denied herself! But no longer and never again! She would suck their hardened young cocks until they squirted their hot, white nectar into her wanting mouth and throat! Oh God yes, and she would swallow it until it flooded and sated the flames in her tremulous belly! She had to have it ... had to!
Feverishly, Donna sucked and licked, thoroughly examining with avid, tactile tongue his pulsating young penis' every ridge and wrinkle. She cupped his sperm-filled balls in one soft, warm palm, while with two clasping fingers and thumb of the other hand, she held to its rigid, thickened base. Wantonly, she knelt between his widespread legs, continuous and unrestrainable passion mounting within her lust-infused nakedness as she visualized the exciting sight it must make for him with her slavishly working her head up and down over his straining loins. She sensed him thrusting his lean hips upward to her descending buccal motions, fucking his aching hardness between her wetly fastened lips into her sucking mouth. Then, she began to swallow in lecherous desire, trying to take its pulsing head down into her hot, liquid throat!
A super-aching throb pounded through Jimmy's fired, young loins and tautened belly. Oh man! She'd sucked it into such a hardness that it felt like a length of fence-post pulling at his groin. He had propped himself onto his elbows and was staring in gasping awe at the beautiful blonde's mouthing of his burning cock. Holy crap ... she'd taken it right down into her tugging throat for a moment, and now she'd raised her head again. He watched her pulling his loose foreskin up above its blood-filled knob with her fingers ... then, she wormed her tiny pink tongue hotly down inside it in a swirling motion! He could see it's tip agitating the glans wetly, rotating in crazy circles, as if she were trying to drill right down into his throbbing loins that way!
The sensations whipped his breath away! His aching cock felt as if it were going to explode! And ... and, oh frig ... she stopped!
"C-Crawl up in the bed now, Darling. We're going to do something else," she hissed, her eyes glazed excitedly as she arose from her knees and he reluctantly obeyed. She lay down beside him then and began to smooth her hand possessively over his young trembling body, feeling the sleek, developing muscles tense as she explored the secret hollows and crevices of him. The lush lips that had been lewdly fastened around his cock found his, her tiny wet tongue darting into his mouth. She raised her satin-fleshed white thigh over on top of his, pressing the delight of her soft, down-covered mound tightly against his hip with a sensuous undulating motion. "Oh, little lover ... Donna's going to make you the happiest boy a girl ever had ... going to make you all better ... so that you'll come to her when your cock gets excited. Will you like that, Baby?" she whispered in her throaty, lust-thickened voice.
Jimmy was laboring with his breathing, and her use of the four-letter word cock didn't do a thing for it. He'd never heard any girl use words like that ... never even dreamed that they would, let alone his scoutmaster's beautiful blonde wife! Crap, he'd never been so crazy excited in his whole life ... and he still couldn't speak ... just nod his head...
"Oh God ... you delicious angel!" Donna hotly exclaimed, the intoxication of her conquest maddeningly refueling her warped desires. She ran her slender fingers obsessively through his hair, then began to inch up higher in the bed, until her prickling, hardened-nippled breasts were even with his face. He was hers ... all hers to play with and taunt ... to love and use in whatever manner she chose!
She took his young face cupped beneath his chin, and drew his mouth closer to one swollen breast, while she held the thrusting white mound of resilient flesh in the other, and said: "Suck it, Jimmy! Take my titty in your mouth and suck it for Donna!"
Unknown sadistic sensations spiraled through her belly and between her legs as she watched his frightened young lips part when her tiny hardened nipple brushed them. With breathless delight, she pressed it into his warm, moist mouth, then tightly clutched him to her.
"Ooohhhh yes ... yes. Baby ... that's the way!" she passionately whimpered. "Suck it! Feel of it with your tongue ... bite it if you want! Oohhh God ... take it in your hand, Darling! Yes ... yes...! " she hotly whispered, smoothing her own hand down his chest and belly to fondle his cock and balls. She listened to and tell his little moans against her swollen breast from his intensively sucking boy-mouth when she grasped the throbbing hardness of his juvenile penis and again began to lovingly massage it.
"Isn't it better this way. Lover ... with me playing with your cock for you while you suck my tittie?" Donna hissed, her vodka-dulled eyes lustfully gleaming.
She watched his young lips tighten and relax their sucking actions while his tongue stabbed and taunted her tingling nipple, his stiff boy-cock throbbing delightfully in her grasp. "But wait ... it's going to be even more exciting...!"
Again to his disappointment, she was moving away from him, pulling her delicious tasting tit from his mouth and letting free of his rock-like hardness. Oh man ... he hoped she wasn't going to stop now...!
"Have you ever seen a girl's pussy up close, little darling?" she lewdly questioned, her blue-eyes aglow with sensual pleasure as she quickly climbed onto her knees beside him. her full white breasts tantalizingly swaying with her movements. "Tell me the truth, Jimmy ... have you?"
He shook his head fitfully, his eyes widening as he lay there on the pillow gaping up at her. "N-No ... no, never...!" he managed, hardly realizing that those were his first spoken words since she'd initially kissed him.
Donna's lecherously contorted face was reflecting the passionate lust which had taken total control over her. Slowly, teasingly, she spread the smooth white columns of her full thighs apart, kneeling outward with both legs, then the blonde triangle of sparse, silken hair with its pink crevice separating her flushed cunt-lips was entirely exposed to his straining eyes.
"There!" she hissed. "What do you see now?"
Jimmy could only gape wordlessly at the erotic spectacle of her nakedly displayed pussy. He stared in breathless fascination, his whirling, teenaged brain vaguely reasoning how beautifully it was centered right there between her spread white legs, and how tight and narrow the pink crevice of it was. At the same time, his subconscious repeated the words pussy, tit, and cock that she had so freely used, all of them re-echoing in his skull to cause crazy-wild prickling sensations in his groin and belly. But he couldn't move ... the erotic sight of her kneeling there like that was spellbinding him...!"
The awareness of his growing, frantic excitement was added kindling for Donna's inflamed passion. Nothing before in her ... in their ... Tom and her sexual life, had ever been anything like this! Dear God, it was deliciously maddening! Even though she well knew that she was going to hate and revile herself later, that knowledge couldn't begin to stop her now!
"Tickle it, Jimmy! Look close and feel of it! Hurry, Darling ... do as I say!"
Whether his hesitation grew out of fright or revulsion. Donna had no idea, and she could care less. She watched his boyish hand move slowly upward between her lewdly spread thighs, her breath catching in her throat as she felt it brushing the silken strands of pubic-hair lining her feverishly swollen cunt-lips. His own breathing came in shortened gasps as he awkwardly pressured, then cupped the whole softly curling triangle!
"Unngghhh ... yes ... that's it, Darling! like that!" she harshly blurted, "Feel of it! Isn't it warm and nice right there between my legs ... soft and silky like a little animal's fur? Isn't it?"
"Yes . . ! Frig, yes!"
"Oh lover, you're doing it just right ... rub it ... play with it like that....!" Donna moaned, suddenly undulating her rounded hips and rippling white buttocks, pressing her hot cunt luridly down against his clutching young hand. "Ooohhhh, that's so nice, angel ... soooo niceeee ... oohhhh Goddddd...!"
She bent down and hungrily kissed his teenaged mouth, at the same time moving one leg over his prostrate body until she was straddling his hips with her dampened loins directly above his youthful, rigidly poling cock. "You know what I'm going to do now. Baby?" she heatedly baited, not waiting for his answer. "It's the one thing you have to do if you're ever going to learn that playing with it alone isn't half as nice as doing it with a girl ... with Donna! You're going to fuck a girl! We're going to put your sweet cock right inside my hot cunt and let you fuck it. . ! "
To Jimmy, it seemed that she was almost spitting the four-letter words which were sending unbelievable charges of never-imagined excitement slashing wildly through his groin! Yes, spitting them down into his face while her eyes blazed and her pretty mouth twisted almost in an insane grimace. He was tongue-tied as he lay there, his head raised to better see the sensually inspiring picture she made with her full white thighs spread wide apart, knees and calves on either side of him, her hot, wet cunt that he'd held right in his hand twitching above the pulsing tip of his aching cock!
He'd never seen anyone look quite the way she did at that moment. She was almost wild-eyed, with contorted face and her breaths laboring as if she were about to blow her mind! He continued to stare at her, frightened maybe, but hardly caring anymore. Suddenly, she smoothed her small hands down over her rounded hips and inward across the tiny bowl of her smooth belly. He hypnotically watched them graze downward through the downy, golden hair to either side of her pouting cunt-like lips between her legs, then slowly spread their hair-sprinkled puffiness open to reveal the moist, pink flesh between!
"There, my Baby! Can you see?" she rasped luridly, holding the fleshy, silken adorned mouth open to his eagerly peeled eyes.
Jimmy could see all right, but still he raised to his elbows, the enticing exposure of her secret genitals completely mesmerizing him. He'd had no idea that it would be so velvety-pink ... so soft looking inside! Man oh man! He could even see her cunt-hole ... and ... and it was all wet and glistening around it. . !
"Now, my little darling, watch what I do with your hard little cock!" she lecherously rasped, her use of the four-letter word once more like an electric shock charging through him. "You see...?" she went on in a choked, raspy voice as he lurched when she grasped his painfully hard rod of flesh, then lifted her buttocks strategically to point its blood-inflated head at her visibly pulsating little hole!
Jimmy stared from his elbowed position and saw the spongy, bulbous head slip unhinderedly up into the hot channel between her widespread thighs, while Donna watched him with fired, lust-filled eyes. Enchanted, she lowered her seething, wet cunt down onto it, sucking the entire length right up inside her hot, clutching pussy mouth!
"Oh damn!" he swore, flailing his head. Crap! He was doing it ... actually fucking his scoutmaster's beautiful wife!
Donna shivered from head to toe with the forbidden delights his young, probing penis was causing inside her tightly hugging vaginal passage. There had never been another outside of Tom's inside of her, but even as she realized this, she knew that there would be more ... and all of them like this one! It was so delicately beautiful, tickling and prodding at her mature channel! Excitedly, she began to undulate her lush buttocks and rounded hips in frantic little circles, feeling the hard shaft of his teen-aged hardness teasingly massaging and taunting her clasping vaginal walls.
Lustfully, she leaned forward, pressing her firm, full breasts down onto his young chest in lecherous hunger, finding his mouth with hers to kiss voraciously, while she raised and lowered her hips and eager buttocks vigorously on his hardened, defenseless young cock.
"Unnngggghhhhhh!" Jimmy suddenly grunted in unmistakable warning, his choked alarm all that Donna needed to make her lift her loins up off of him as he whimpered in mounting confusion. "Oh ... oh frig! Don't stop now! No ... please...? "
Before he could even realize what was happening. Donna was swiveling about on top of him to come down over him on all-fours. She placed her knees snugly against his quivering ribs on both sides of his young naked body, her rounded, creamy-white buttocks spread so that the strained, wet crevice of her pink cunt was but a tongue's length from his boyish mouth. Then, she plunged her covetous lips down onto his vagina-moistened length of throbbing penis and began to suck it, determined to leave the rest up to him! Even so, she pressed her lewdly offered white moons back and down closer to his teenaged face, a tremulous moan of lecherous anticipation rising in her throat and vibrating along his achingly expanded cock-shaft causing his tensed ass-hole to tingle!
Jimmy's brain swam in a polluted haze of unbridled desire. He had nothing in his existence to measure by. Nothing, or no one, in the entire world mattered at that moment ... only the wild and immense sensations pyramiding in his straining balls and young churning loins. Crap, he was losing his mind ... or was his scoutmaster's wife really straddling him this way while she wildly sucked his inflamed, throbbing cock? He gaped at the delectable vision of her spread-open genitals with the wet, silken curls lining the fleshy lips of her enticing pink pussy.
Shit, she was! And frig, he wanted to, and he knew she wanted him to! Hesitant at first, but knowing that he had to, wanted to, Jimmy placed his nervous thumbs onto the flushed, puffy lips, sensing the intense heat they generated as he slowly drew the moistened, hair-rimmed opening's clinging flesh apart. He felt the sensuous shudder course through Mrs. Clayton's naked body when he exposed the wet, pink flesh of her cunt to his youthfully incited eyes.
The sensitive, raw inner-flesh glistened with tiny pearl-like droplets her vagina had secreted in her desire-incited fervor, the enticing sight causing further sensations of frantic intensity to bolt through him. With a deep intake of breath, he raised his mouth toward the hot, palpitating lips and suddenly licked at them with trembling tongue . . ! He found himself licking and circling their ragged edges, then realized that he was wildly running his tongue knife-like through the hot, liquid flesh, while she moaned passionately around his thrusting, aching cock.
He found the tiny bud of her erect clitoris and felt her writhe and squirm above him when he played on it. That was it, her secret place, he reasoned, fastening his lips around the little quivering bud! She continued to jerk and twist her rounded hips and the fleshy mounds of her quivering white buttocks above his face with involuntary undulating motions. Then her whole glistening, hot cunt was abruptly flowering open to him and there was a heady, perfumed female moisture on his tongue. Oh man ... man ... he was surely going to flip!
He couldn't see anything through the nakedly enchanting arch of her soft, hair-fringed loins and spread thighs but the firing spectacle of her fully rounded white tits hanging and swaying, their hardened little pink nipples hotly branding his tautened stomach when they swept against him and pressed searingly into his flesh. But he remembered her grotesquely contorted face with the thickness of his hard, pulsating cock sucked between her ovaled clasping lips. Then, he realized that her naked buttocks were eagerly waggling for him to do more, while she increased the twirling of her hot, lashing tongue around the rubbery knob of his blood-engorged cock-head.
He excitedly caught his hands up over the smooth, fleshy spheres and drew her opened, wet cunt down closer to his face, bravely thrusting his stiffened tongue deeply up into its seething, moist channel. The burning, lizard-like penetration caused her to hum once more, and she screwed her clutching cuntal sheath down onto his crazily spiraling tongue. He felt her soft lips creeping further onto his aching cock, the muscles of her hot nursing throat working as she swallowed rhythmically, making his frenzied loins tense and jerk. Frig! She was trying to draw his entire rod of pulsing hardness down into her throat right to his churning balls!
Its satiny head throbbed and jumped wildly with the mind-destroying lickings of her curling tongue caressing its sides. She began to work her head up and down with a smooth sucking action, and he imagined her inner-lips bizarrely pulled out, the pink flesh clinging to his throbbing cock-shaft as she voraciously sucked it. He felt her scorching, hardened-nippled breasts swaying and dancing against the shivering flesh of his naked belly from the short up and down motions of her pumping torso, keeping cadence to his exploring tongue thrust deep up into her sweet tasting, hot cunt ... Oh ... ooohhh ... man ... frig ... crap! It was too much ... too much . . ! I-It was going to ... to happen to him ... any minute . . !
Donna sensed it too and she began to suck and draw at the hardened thickness of his teenaged cock with all the inbred feminine ability she could call upon. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated, her throat continually swallowing at its pulsating head while her belly frantically rose and fell as she pulled at him. God ... he was going to cum, she wildly realized! This was it, the moment she'd waited for ... dreamed of for so long! Oh ... if only they could come together! The precious darling ... he was going to bring her the ultimate of pleasures when he squirted his hot, white cum into her mouth and throat, and the maddening sensations would burst inside her . . ! But ... but he'd have to hurry, she reasoned almost panicky, her lips clasped tightly around the throbbing, blood-swollen rod of his cock, and she opened her throat another measure to take its pulsing head deeper toward her belly. Then, at that moment in the very core of her seething loins, the first violent spasms of ecstasy were beginning! She passionately squeezed his youthful, sperm-bloated balls which were nearly brushing her ovaled, cock-filled lips, then raked her nails gently beneath them, as simultaneously she strained to her rising climax.
Jimmy knew that she was going to cum! Every muscle and cord, each movement and response of her voluptuous, naked body telegraphed the momentous event to his wildly excited young brain. Man, he could scream with delight! It was overwhelming him with joy ... licking and sucking her beautiful, hot, wet cunt, his thrusting tongue coated with the flowing, sweet-tasting juices from her clutching vaginal walls, his lips welded to her steaming pussy-hold, while she sucked at his jerking cock, all of it, right down into her throat! Oh crap ... his cock was going to shatter right in her mouth ... because here it cum . . !
Donna half-screamed. She couldn't do more. Her breath caught somewhere between her lungs and cock-stuffed throat. The heart-stopping sensations boiling within her caused her whole body in its white nakedness to enrapturously shudder. Her mind played no part; she was sensorially feeling its thunderous cataclysm ... and then a second time ... even a third! Oh God ... she was cumming and cuuummmmiiiinnnngggg . . !
She had no conception of time, space or things! Her unprecedented series of climaxes were completely destroying relativity ... and ... and she was cuuummmiinngggg again! Ooohhh ... ooohhh God . . ! Her convulsing, pleasure-filled body felt as if it had been impregnated with a million tiny needles! Her inflamed, spasming cunt drifted on a fluffy cloud all its own! She could cum forever and ever ... on and on ... but then, she sensed
Jimmy's up-thrusted loins jerk, the bulbous head of his expanding young cock swelling in her eagerly constricting throat ... and then, it burst!
Even so, she wasn't quite ready for the torrent it unleashed as abruptly it shot down into her gullet in wild spurts of teeming, creamy liquid! Gush after gush of the hot, sweet-tasting jism spurted into her belly through her mouth, joined by the racking tremors of her own hips as her umpteenth orgasm erupted in a splendid detonation of blinding, lust-satisfying bliss. Again and again he spewed his teenaged jets of scalding sperm deep into her throat, and she groaned while she continued swallowing and sucking lecherously, her Adam's Apple lewdly bobbing as she gulped the flood of boiling semen squirting into the warm receptive shelter of her mouth ... And then it was finished ... both of them collapsing, his deflating penis pulling from her still nibbling lips ... and there was nothing left ... nothing but the debasing shame of reality...
CHAPTER FIVE
It was precisely as Donna had feared it would be, the absolute shame and revulsion of herself in the wake of her obscenely depraved seduction of Jimmy White. She could still hardly conceive of the degraded depths she had powerlessly let herself sink to, nor the nature of the monstrously warped quirk that had leaped into being inside her like some wicked imp out of hell. God, she undoubtedly needed psychiatric attention, for what she was doing was far from normal. But even as she thought this, she realized that it was out of the question. She could never tell Tom, especially now with him in the hospital, and their financial situation as unstable as it was. God, she could never bring herself to tell him anyway, or anyone else for that matter! She'd become no better than a low-life animal!
And poor Jimmy, he had left in a flood of tears, frightened and ashamed, practically running out the door once she'd let him dress after trying to calm him. All the same, she'd made him swear by his scout's honor to keep their secret, though she wouldn't blame him if he didn't.
Lord, what was going to become of her? All night she had thought of nothing else but the terrible affliction which had stealthily crept into her life. It was the second draining night that sleep had almost entirely escaped her. She felt so drawn and nauseatingly worn out, yet she could think of nothing else. And the vow she had determinedly pledged to herself after the lecherous episode with little Markey McGee, how meaningless it had been.
She shook her head and brushed a slender hand across her brow as she sat in her robe, gulping at the strong vodka-orange she'd made to help soothe her conscience. She had to get a hold on herself, prepare to go to the hospital. Tom must never see her like this. One look at her and he'd know that something was wrong. Maybe if she went down to a beauty salon and had a facial, her hair shampooed and brushed, it might help. She certainly needed something to lift her out of the horrible doldrums plaguing her. Yes ... she would do that; it might help her find a new lease on the situation, which she definitely had to do. It must never, never happen again. Somehow, some way, she had to rid herself of these abominable urges that seemed to destroy her last ounce of self-control. It was unbelievable, but true ... she was helpless once the desire siezed hold of her, and both times that it had happened she had been in the company of the boys . . !
She would be lost without her little darlings, but dear God, what else could she do? The only effective cure she could conceive of was to remove the cause ... yet, how could she? She'd already promised Tom and them to take his place on their annual. There was no way she could back out of that now without raising questions which she was not prepared to answer.
Again, Donna shook her head, then drank heavily from the glass. At least, the vodka was having some lightening effects on her depressing misery. Things weren't looking quite so dark as when she'd crawled from the bed, and an hour or so at the beauty salon was going to help. At least she was being honest enough with herself to admit to her problem and not trying to deny it existed. The only question was how she was going to solve it and be able to carry on in her work with the boys? It wasn't going to be easy, but after all, she was not a child, either. She was a mature adult, and supposedly endowed with the normal allotment of willpower, a faculty she was going to be forced to exercise if she didn't want to destroy herself and all the loved ones around her!
She drained her glass and sat there debating whether to have another. The drink really did help to brighten her depressed mood, and the fact that it wasn't readily noticeable through odor was in its favor, though she certainly didn't want to become reliant on it. But one more wouldn't hurt anything, and she could use the stimulant after the sleepless night she'd spent. Then, she'd call and make an appointment at the salon before going to the hospital ... It was all going to work out, she suddenly felt quite confident, and the first trace of her young radiant smile evidenced itself as another mental picture raced unexpectedly through her mind...
... He'd held her flimsy nylon panties right up to his nose and mouth, smothering his good-looking young face as he feverishly stroked his exposed, hardened cock . . !
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Zach Sloan brushed a big hand over the massive German Shepherd's huge head. The animal lay on its belly beside where the big boy sat on the front steps of his home, partially grinning up at the good-looking younger boy who stood in front of him.
"What sort of an errand, Jim boy?" Zach questioned, the thick-lipped grin on his puggish face tugging his features to one-side.
"To the drug store for . . for aspirin tablets," Jimmy White managed, avoiding the direct stare of the sixteen year old's watery, colorless eyes.
"You're full of it, guy," Zach chided. "It was nine-thirty and old man Harris closes that joint at nine sharp. So, what's the big secret ... or don't you let your buddies in on things anymore?"
"N-No big secret," Jimmy replied, his face flushing. "I told you, I went to the drug store for her.. . "
"And I say you're full of it, man, cause Mr. Harris closes at nine," Zach insisted, his little eyes narrowing. "I thought it was kind of funny when you weren't around to leave with the rest of us, but now it's beginning to look even funnier. Come on, what's the real story, Jim boy?"
"There's no story to tell," Jimmy answered, tightly swallowing. He hadn't wanted to face Zach, or any of the guys for that matter, not after giving his scout's honor to Mrs. Clayton that he would keep what had happened between them a secret ... and crap, he was just bursting to tell someone, only he doubted if they'd really believe him anyway. "I-Is your dad home?"
"Maybe. What do you want to know for?" the big boy sullenly questioned, irked that his so-called friend was obviously holding back something from him.
"My father wants to know what time they're going to leave for Black Lake on Friday."
Zach made a motion with his nubbin head toward the door behind him. "He's in the living room reading the paper."
Jimmy climbed the steps, moving around the hulk of young Zach Sloan and Atilla, the German Shepherd, to peer through the screened-door into the front room of the house. He saw the big frame of his friend's bearded father sitting barefooted in trousers and undershirt, a can of beer in one hand, the newspaper held in the other.
Jimmy rapped. "Mr. Sloan...? "
"Yeah...?"
"My father wants to know what time you plan to leave for Black Lake, Friday."
The big man dropped his paper and got to his feet, moving agilely toward the door. "Tell him ... around three in the afternoon, Jimmy," he said in his gruff voice, then tipped the can of beer up to his lips. "I've got a run to Sacramento on Thursday and I won't be back until noon. Anyway, tell him I'll give him a call tonight and we'll decide for sure, eh?"
"Okay," Jimmy replied, smiling up at the powerful woodsman who drove tractor-trailers, hauling freight for a living. He started to turn away and Burke Sloan said: "Isn't your father down at the garage today?"
"No. He and Mom are going into L.A ... He has to pick up some parts for a Buick transmission or something."
"Oh ... well, you tell 'him I'll call him later, boy."
"Yes, sir, I will."
Zach had sat silently listening to the whole conversation. He was sure of it now; something was fishy. Little old Jimmy was trying to hide some juicy info he felt more certain than ever that he ought to know. And for some reason, he was convinced that it intimately concerned the luscious Mrs. Clayton. But for the life of him, he couldn't imagine what it might be ... though he damned sure intended to find out ... one way or another. The sexy blonde wife of their scoutmaster had more than just intrigued him for a long time now, which had been the main reason he'd crammed the idea of her leading them on the campout down the guys' throats, especially the reluctant squirts in the troop. like himself, Barney Cole and a few of the older guys had been all for it. and why wouldn't they? Man, what a doll she was. Just being around her was enough to keep his cock at half-mast all the time, and he could just imagine what those two days and a night in Black Lake Woods were going to be like, being around her constantly...
"Listen, Jim be " he said as the thirteen year old moved around him back down the steps, "that buck you owe me ... I'm willing to forget it if you fill me in ... I mean the truth, man, no made-up crap. Come on, what do you say?"
Jimmy nervously fidgeted, wanting more than anything to get off the subject, yet at the same time fighting the driving urge to tell someone. He licked at his young lips, shoving his hands into the hip-pockets of his jeans. "Y-You wouldn't believe me even if I did ... Besides, I gave her my scout's honor that I wouldn't tell a soul.. . "
"Her? Who ... Mrs. Clayton...?" the big boy prodded, getting to his feet with Atilla following suit. "And why wouldn't I believe you...?"
Jimmy sensed his cheeks flushing once more. He knew he shouldn't say more; he'd pledged his honor. "Y-You just wouldn't, that's all."
"Try me. We're buddies, ain't we?"
"I told you, I gave her my scout's honor..."
"Oh horse shit, Jim boy," Zach spat. "That crap's for snot-noses like Dickie Burns and some of the other kid-squirts in the troop. Man, you make it sound as if you were in the CIA or something. Come on, let me in on it. I'd do the same for you."
Jimmy wasn't certain whether he would have or not, but he knew he had to share his terrific secret with someone before he burst, otherwise, what good was it? And besides, she'd actually made him pledge his honor before she'd let him go; he hadn't given it willingly...
"Well...," the good-looking boy began as they started down the street toward his home with the German Shepherd trailing along behind, "I went into the bathroom of her bedroom to take a leak, and..."
CHAPTER SIX
Donna's mood had improved considerably by the time she had returned from the hospital, her trip to the beauty salon doing much toward giving her spirits a boost. Then, Tom had had little to say which had pleased her, her taxed mind from lack of rest, along with the nature of her other problem, not making her the best of company. Most of the time that she'd sat beside his bed, he'd dozed off into catnaps, the nurse finally explaining to her that his system was actually just feeling the belated shock symptoms of his accident and that sleep was the one thing he needed most. So, she had left him before visiting hours were over, arrived home and immediately made herself a husky screwdriver, followed by a quick second before going into her bedroom, stripping naked and lying down to catch a bit of needed rest of her own.
Stretched out languorously with only the satin sheet covering her, Donna sipped at her drink and smoked a cigarette. She breathed out a heavy sigh of relaxation, the effects of the vodka quickly smoothing away what tension her tired body and mind still harbored, the fact that she'd eaten sparsely adding to its calming efficacy. She would certainly have to give up her new habit, though, once Tom was back home. Just the idea of her drinking through the day, she knew would upset him terribly, and that was just as well, too. She had no intention of making a habit of it ... but it had surely helped to see her through this crisis.
Well, in general, the crisis was passed, wasn't it. It was all going to work out, she felt certain, and only because she was determined to overcome...
The doorbell startled her. Damn, who could that be? A salesman maybe ... well, she wasn't about to get up to find out ... It rang again and she continued to lie there, stubbing out her cigarette and finishing the remainder of her drink. Whoever it was, they were being terribly persistent. A third, fourth and fifth time it rang before she irritably swung from the bed to slip a robe over her curvaceous white nakedness. At the sixth ring, she jerked the door open, prepared to snap out a few words of admonishment at her caller, but instead, she caught herself in time, surprised to see Zachary Sloan and his great dog standing there.
"Zach ... I couldn't imagine who it might be," she managed, offering a late little smile. "I was just lying down ... hoping that if it were a salesman he would go away." Her smile broadened. "What is it, dear...?"
"I-I knew you were here ... your car's in the driveway," he said, his small colorless eyes wetly moving over her while he let a one-sided smile of his own play around his thick-lipped mouth. "Besides, I saw you drive in."
"Oh...? I didn't see you..."
"I've been waiting on the corner," he added, shifting his solid weight from one foot to the other. "I-I've got to talk to you, Mrs. Clayton ... I've got a problem..."
For a passing moment, Donna stood silently surveying the older boy whom her husband regarded as the best woodsman-scout he had ever trained. She'd never had much contact with the boy, but there was something about him that wouldn't let her be quite at ease when she was in his company ... though she couldn't put her finger on what it was ... But whatever, this was no time for character analysis, when he'd come to her with a problem, just as he would to Tom.
"C-Come in, Dear," she invited, stepping to one side and holding the door for him, while subconsciously, she drew the robe tighter around her throat.
"No, he can come in, Zach," Donna said, admiring the powerfully built animal. "He's beautiful. What's his name?"
"Atilla," the big, muscular boy replied, walking past her and signaling the brute to come.
Donna closed the door then followed, pausing to pet the German Shepherd's massive head before pointing toward a chair. "Sit down ... and let's hear what's bothering you. I don't know if I can help, but I'll try my best."
Zach dropped onto the davenport while Atilla found a place on the floor at his feet, and Donna sat down on the edge of an overstuffed chair, careful to keep her knees tight together and her robe covering them.
"Jimmy White said you might be able to help me," the tall, husky boy began, his half-smile twisting his face further and further to one side. "I wasn't sure if I ought to come to you or not, but he says you helped him like he'd never believe."
Again, Donna stared at him for a long moment, a feeling of tightness knotting in her belly. Just the mention of Jimmy's name had been enough to cause that at the moment, but the dull gleam in Zach's little colorless eyes and the expression of his almost lurid grin sent little chills of unexpected apprehension racing icily up her spine.
"I-I don't understand, Zach ... What do you mean?" she managed, the sound of her own strained voice surprising her.
The heavy-set, nubbing headed boy leaned forward in his sitting position and quite calmly said: "Well, you see it's like this, Mrs. Clayton. I have this problem with my cock, see. It gets as hard as a rail and hurts like everything unless I jerk it off. Now Jimmy tells me that he had a problem just like that, and you helped him break that disgusting habit. So, I was wondering if you couldn't do the same thing for me...? "
Donna sensed the blood draining from her face as the impact of his filthy statement struck her like a severe blow in the solar plexus. For a second, she thought she might faint, though she never had in her life! Dumb-struck, she gaped at him, the stupid realization that Jimmy had not kept his honor-pledge all that she could think of.
"I hope I haven't upset you, Mrs. Clayton," he went on, the lewd grin distorting his puggish face glaring blatantly at her. "I mean, I wouldn't expect any more than you did for Jimmy ... a good suck, and probably a little fuck to go along with it would do the trick ... this time."
"Oh ... oh my God!" Donna exclaimed, the full meaning of his intentions registering in her sickened mind. Yet, she still couldn't believe that such compromising vileness had poured that easily from his lips ... this boy whom her husband regarded so highly! God almighty, was this another nightmare...?
"I-I think you better leave, young man ... and right this minute, before I call your father!" Donna heard her own choking voice feebly threaten. "I mean it, Zach ... this very minute...!"
"Oh shit, Mrs. Clayton," the big boy vulgarly snickered. "Don't try to give me that crap. You're in the bag and you know it! Last night, you and Jimmy White had a real suck-fuck party right here in your house, and I got a whole scout troop who'll swear he didn't leave with us. On top of that, that little fink will blurt out his guts if backed to the wall. Now, how'd you like me to take that to his old man ... or to your husband, eh? I mean, lady, you haven't got a leg to stand on ... which is okay, too, because I prefer fucking you stretched out on your back!"
She wasn't going to faint, nor was it a nightmare that she would awaken from! It was all as real as the massive animal lying on the floor in front of her! Her depraved seductions were already coming back to destroy her, and there was no way she could fight them off! Fainting would be too simple, and the devilish imp which had fired her perverted lust could do little less than see that she faced her punishment! Even the urge to cry ... to burst into sobbing tears, was not a part of her! Only his obscene demands and use of lewd four-lettered words were imprinted on the screen of her brain, and suddenly, as if hopelessly defeated, she heard herself say:
"W-Would you like a drink? I'm going to have one."
"I don't care ... as long as it's strong."
"It's vodka," Donna replied, amazed at the sudden reversed calmness of her voice. She stood and looked down at him. "Tom would never believe this ... not of you, Zach. I-I hope he never finds out."
The big boy's smile faded. "And how about you, his own wife, lady? Would he believe that?" he questioned, clutching his huge hand into a fist. "Sucking and fucking, kids ... babies?"
Donna didn't answer him ... couldn't. What could she say to the truth? Finally, she said: "I'll hate you always for doing this to me, Zach Sloan. No matter where you are, you'll remember how much I hate you! You're a vile young beast. . ! "
"And you're a goddamned cunt!" he cursed, jumping to his feet and grabbing her, his face twisted in lustful anger as he hauled her inside his powerful arms against him. "Anyway, who cares what you think!" he hoarsely added, smothering his thick lips down onto her soft, ripe ones, his meaty hand twisted in her long blonde hair.
Donna's struggles were a natural reaction, but they were useless against the strength of the overgrown boy, and she quickly gave them up. Only the straining tension tautening her repelling body remained as he crushed his thick, wet lips down onto her unreceptive, helpless ones, grinding his hot young mouth brutally against her own. He held her with one vice-like arm around her slender waist, his big hand ensnarled in her long blonde hair, forcing her head back and her face up to him. With his other, he tore at the front of her robe, thrusting it inside to clutch at the resilient flesh of her naked, sensitive breasts. She whimpered against his cruel, half-opened mouth as he began to savagely maul the tender mounds, kneading and gouging into their softly yielding whiteness and pinching their tiny pink nipples with savage ferocity.
"Oh God ... please!" Donna cried, twisting her mouth free of his to blurt out the plea. "You're hurting them! Don't ... oh don't, please Zach...?"
"Please, my ass!" the big teenager spat back at her. "I'll bet you didn't act this way with Jimmy White last night ... and it ain't going to do you any good to try it on me! You're going to come across, damn you ... even if I've got to rape you!"
"And that's exactly what you'll be doing ... raping me!" Donna managed, trying to worm her hands between them and against his chest. "Do you know the penalty for that, Zach?"
"Ha ... you got to be kidding, lady."
Zach sneered down into her face. "You think I'm stupid enough to believe you'd take the chance of turning me in ... with what I know about you? Come on, Mrs. Clayton, you're not willing to take that gamble and I know it! Now ... we can do this real friendly like ... or we can go on just as we are. Either way, it's going to happen ... you're going to suck my cock!"
The horrible truth of his words swam in Donna's brain like a raging, strength-sapping whirlpool! She was absolutely defenseless against his blackmailing advances and she knew it as well as he! There was nothing she could do but submit to whatever he wanted of her, unless she was ready to gamble, as he'd put it ... and God knows, she was not. . ! His hot breaths rasped down into her face. He continued to hold her tightly against him, his hand cruelly wound in her hair, the other gentling as it squeezed and explored her naked breasts which were now completely exposed to him through the pulled open, upper portion of her robe.
He kissed her again then and she let him, not fighting him as he pushed his thick, wet tongue hotly into her mouth to harshly stab at her own. Her mind continued to swirl in the shocking unbelievableness of the situation, fleeting thoughts of Tom, of Jimmy White, of Markey McGee, of all that had led up to this vulnerably coercive moment racing through her head ... He hauled her tightly to him then, grinding his solid young loins against her yielding belly and she felt it ... the long, thick hardness of his swollen penis through the cloth of her robe and his pants, its unmistakable throbbing presence quickly wiping all else from her brain!
An unsolicited sensation of arousal rippled through her at the feel of its startling hugeness. Tiny shivers of brewing, sensual agitation swept unwantedly upward along the hollow of her back and she heard her own little moan of confused excitement as she slipped her arms upward around his young neck. God, was he just a boy? She could hardly conceive of that any longer with the feel of the long, thick rod of hardness pulsating against her soft belly that was now straining tightly against it!
Oh Lord ... it was happening again to her ... just as it had both times before ... the rapid desertion of her self-control at the mere sight or feel of their young cocks! But this time it made no sense to her! He was more of a man in size than a boy ... and she loathed him for the way he was forcing her to submit ... yet, she couldn't help herself. The lecherous sensations were rearing to life within her incited belly and feverishly flushing loins! And weirdly enough, they were almost masochistic in their pervading nature, completely bewildering her as she continued to strain against him, her own breathing shortening in its heated gasps!
Zach Sloan sensed her breakdown of feeble resistance and a wild charge of young lust rocketed through him. Shit, it had been twice as easy as he'd expected it to be! She'd just seemed to melt against him once he'd ground his hard cock into the give of her soft little belly! He could hardly believe it, but there was no doubt about it the way she was coming on. Damn, she was actually kissing him back and sucking his tongue, her hips and quivering belly beginning to make little circles against his hotly throbbing cock! Frig, she was too much, with her beautiful, thrusting tits burning into the palm of his hand! He'd felt-up a few girls before, but never in his life had he ever seen or handled such luscious tits as hers! Man ... man ... what a terrific party this was going to be . . !
He jerked his head upright and spoke as he continued to massage her warm, swelling breast. "I-I think maybe we ... we understand each other now, right?"
Donna stared up into his homely, youthful face, her breathing still coming in aroused, heaving breast-movements. His strong young loins with the solid, hard thickness of his penis remained hotly pressed against the yielding give of her own straining belly and she sensed the first seepage of warm vaginal moisture oozing out between her tingling pussy-lips to dampen the sensitive flesh of her soft inner thighs. No longer did she hold the urge to resist him; that only meant denial for herself, and already she had gone far beyond that point. She had to see it ... hold it in her hand ... suck it into her mouth like the others!
"N-Not here," she managed in her husky voice. She took his hand and he let her back away. "Come on ... into my bedroom. I-If we're going to do it ... let's do it right."
Zach heard Atilla whimper as he arose to his feet and followed them. Damn, he could barely believe it was coming off so slick. Little Jim-boy hadn't been lying to him. She'd turned-on like she was cock-crazy once she'd gotten the feel of his aching prick crammed against her horny, little belly. Frig, he'd never been so goddamned hot in his life! He couldn't wait to see her stripped naked with that terrific, sensuous body of hers ... the imagined sight of her rounded lush curves about ready to orbit him.
"All right," she said, turning to face him there in the center of the bedroom and touching at the cloth belt holding the lower portion of her robe closed. "What are you waiting for?" she said, moving nearer; then she began unbuttoning his shirt, her deep-blue eyes suddenly sparkling with a gleam that he hadn't noticed before.
Zach hadn't realized that he was hesitating, but he was, the crazy expression in those eyes of hers momentarily unnerving him ... making him remember that she was a woman ... an adult woman, not a frightened school-girl like the few he'd fucked. And with that sudden awareness, whatever sang-froid he'd arrived there with, abruptly faltered. Supposing he wasn't man enough for her ... or shot his load right off because he couldn't hold it back? Then she'd have a laugh on him wouldn't she ... after the way he'd laid it on the line to her...!
"What's the matter, Zach darling?" Donna tauntingly whispered, catching the little look of apprehension that passed over his homely face. She stepped back and slowly opened her robe, letting it slide down off her shoulders to the floor, revealing her soft white nakedness to his bugging, colorless eyes. "Don't tell me the big, brave boy with the cock trouble is having more of the same?" she lewdly derided, spreading her long, shapely legs slightly apart as she placed her hands on the curved acres of her satin-smooth hips and lecherously grinned at him.
"Jesus Christ!" he swore half-under his breath, the sound of the word, cock, tumbling from her pretty, ripe lips firing him almost as much as the exposed sight of her compelling naked beauty. He felt the sweat beading out on his forehead as he let his small eyes rake over her voluptuously flowing curves from head to toe and back again, from the gilded curling triangle between her full, satiny thighs that sparsely shrouded the pink crevice of her fleshy pussy-lips, to the thrusting white mounds of her hardened-nippled tits which he'd already fondled and mauled with lust-filled delight.
He felt his breathing laboriously increasing in his dry throat, his length of swollen cock adding a hurtful spasm in its imprisonment to his mounting desire. Fuck! He didn't intend that anything was going to go wrong with this deal! He was no goddamned kid, and he'd show her! She was going to suck him off, because that's one thing he'd never had yet! Yeah, she was going to suck him until he shot his frigging wad right into her mouth . . !
Donna started to say more but never got it out before he began pulling wildly at his clothes, his homely face suddenly taking on an animal-like grimace of young lust. She backed away toward the bed, second thoughts of her own wisdom in goading him racing through her brain. But they didn't linger, for suddenly he was naked and her senses were too occupied with the throbbing thickness of hardened flesh poling out from the big boy's hairy loins. Her excited blue-eyes swept downward to the heavy, sperm-bloated sac of his young balls hanging between his powerful legs ... and then he was moving toward where she had dropped onto the edge of the bed.
"Goddamn you ... you're going to suck it!" Zach luridly blurted. "You're going to suck me till I shoot right in your mouth, just the way you did to Jimmy! And don't try to fight me, cause I'll shove it all the way down your fucking throat if you do! Understand?"
Oh God ... understand? Fight him? She could almost laugh right out with the excitement of her own pyramiding desire. But then, how could he know that was exactly what she wanted ... to suck his handsome thick cock until it squirted its nectarious cum right down into her throat and belly...?
"Do you?" he snarlingly spat at her, grasping a handful of her long, silken hair once more for emphasis. The fucking bitch! He'd show her who was going to run this show, and that it didn't pay to taunt Zach Sloan!
"Yes, yes ... I understand," Donna whimpered from the sharp pain to her scalp, though she couldn't deny the masochistic sensations his young dominance was firing inside her. "Please ... lie down and ... and I'll do it.. . "
"When I get ready I'll lie down," he harshly snapped, his new sense of power over her causing sadistic excitement to rip through him. "You ... you don't know how often I've thought of this moment, Mrs. Donna Clayton ... when I'd have you right where I wanted you ... and could make you do anything I said! Every time I watched you switch that luscious ass down the street, or through this house at scout-meetings, I wondered just how it'd really look all naked, and feel to my hands! And now, I'm going to find out ... find out everything I wanted to know about you ... and you're just going to lay there and do whatever I say! You got that?"
"Y-Yes, yes ... only please let go of my hair. You're hurting me terribly," Donna pleaded and he did.
He straightened up above where she sat, his long, thick cock with its moistened, purplish head partially visible from its sheething foreskin, nearly on a level with her face. She couldn't help but stare at it. It was huge, bigger than Tom's in length and thickness, as were his heavy young balls. And as she gaped at it, his hand suddenly came down to lewdly grasp hold of it, then pull the loose outer skin back away from its damp, spongy glans.
"Kiss it!" Zach ordered in a parched, almost breaking voice. "Kiss it and lick your tongue over the head!"
Donna leaned slowly forward, not wanting to appear over-anxious, though it was difficult with the wild fermentations churning excitedly in her infused loins and belly. She placed her pursed, warm lips to its tip and held them there before letting her tongue slip between them, its hot tip swiping the little bubble of his teenaged, male moisture that had oozed from its split. Then, she wiggled the tip into the tiny orifice, causing him to shudder spasmodically, his entire young frame racking from the sensitive contact.
"Oh ... oh shit!" he lewdly hissed, thrusting his loins obscenely forward. "Hold it in your hand and take it in your mouth! Give it a suck or two!"
Zach watched in lewd fascination her small hand reaching up to wrap around his thickly swollen hardness, crazy-wild jolts of youthful lust slashing through him when her mouth opened and her moistened lush lips slipped over the wet, tingling knob of his throbbing cock. Another knee-jelling tremor shook him from head to toe as her tiny pink tongue began to swirl around it, and then her other hand was cupping his balls between his legs and her mouth began to work back and forth! Christ, there it was; she was sucking him ... Mrs. Clayton ... taking his cock right into her hot, sexy mouth the way he'd pictured it a hundred times . . !
Donna forcibly choked back the moan of delight trying to rise into her throat. She felt the secretions seeping bountifully from her feverish vagina and between her hot, blood-filled cunt-lips to saturate the satiny sheet beneath. Had he not been standing between her widely spread thighs, she could have squeezed them together and deliciously pinched the tiny bud of her now erect clitoris between those hair-lined, wet pussy-lips ... but he was . . !
"Wait! That's enough for now," she heard him command. "Lay back and lift your legs up high! I want to see your cunt! I want to open it up and look right inside it! Hurry ... lay back!"
Once more, the masochistic sensations flusteringly glowed inside Donna as she did as he ordered, lying back prostrate on the bed and lifting her legs until they flattened the firm, full mounds of her naked breasts. Dear God, what an arousingly obscene sight she must make for him, her long legs drawn up and spread wide to expose her fervidly moistened cunt! She could even feel the brush of cool air against the tiny mouth of her anus between her luridly splayed buttocks! Oh ... oh ... what a wanton bitch she had so quickly become ... to sensually enjoy the licentious degradation this terrible boy was attempting to heap on her. . ! Yes ... she was lost, lost, lost. . !
Zach dropped to his knees, leaning forward between her shapely, upraised legs and wide-spread, full thighs. Christ, he could see her tiny pink ass-hole all puckered and inviting, centered in the smooth, hairless crevice between the satiny moons of her taut, white buttocks. And above, maybe an inch away, began the moistened pink ribbon of inner-flesh dividing the snug, hair-sprinkled lips of her fleecy cunt in all its golden glory! With hot, gasping breaths, he feasted on the glistening, slightly opened delicacy, his big, boy-hands moving forward. With his thumbs causing her to lurch when they touched the hot, pouting swollenness, he breathlessly parted the raggedly clanging raw flesh, his eyes simultaneously staring at the little recessed hole of her dimpled anus, watching its ovaled, tiny lips working like a baby's mouth beneath his teasing cuntal exploration. Then, he saw it ... her cunt-hole, a damp coating of moisture glossing the palpitating opening as well as the little petals above it which he quickly spread open to find her tiny, shimmering clitoris!
His young brain reeled with the headiness of the erotic spectacle. Frig, he was going to go ape if he didn't do something to relieve the mounting pressure in his aching cock and balls soon! He'd fuck her...! No ... no ... she had to suck him off first! He'd lain awake nights thinking about that ... stroking his long, thick prick and picturing her right up over him between his legs, sucking the cum and aching hardness right out of it . . !
Donna lay in her lewd position, her quivering, naked body and half-drunken brain sinking further and further into the sensual heat of masochistic flames his lust-filled subjugation of her was firing. Uncontrollably, she realized, she was reveling in her helplessness, and she moaned in soul-consuming passion at his youthful handling and fingering of her exposed, defenseless cunt. Then abruptly, he bolted to his feet and climbed around her onto the bed, throwing himself onto his back and spreading his muscular legs wide apart.
"Come on! Get down between my legs on your knees and suck me off!" he ordered, his young voice still arid and brittle in its authority. "Hurry up! I want to watch you ... see those pretty lips wrapped around it and your head bobbing up and down! Do it, damn it...!"
Donna got onto her knees and crawled between his legs, sensing her hanging breasts erotically rippling and swaying with her movements, her long tresses grazing his thighs and stomach as she positioned herself. There was no revulsion inside her for the oral performance he was demanding of her. It was the very wanton act she had been salaciously awaiting, and for a moment, fearfully thought he was going to deny her. Hungrily, she stared down at his long, up-thrusted thickness of towering cock, then clasped it with finger and thumb at the hairy base of its broadening root. Without hesitation, she drew down its white foreskin and plunged her mouth over the wet. rubbery knob of its mushroomed head, locking her soft lips in a pressured suction just behind its coronal rim as her tongue began to excitedly lash and swirl.. !
"Oh ... ooohhh shit!" Zach grunted to the intensive sensations her hot, nursing mouth sent raging through him. His loins jerked convulsively in an upward, heaving motion, his small eyes riveted in desire-glazed captivation on the sight of her moistened ripe lips ovaly absorbing his thick cock and beginning to slide up and down the swollen rod of hardness. Oh, the delicious bitch! He'd fuck her. too! He'd fuck her in the ass and cunt, just as he was in the mouth! She couldn't do a goddamn thing but let him! He could fuck her anytime and anyway he wanted to! Yeah, and maybe he'd even bring some of the other guys around and let them fuck her, too! Sure, why not? Frig, what a party that'd be . . !
Something distracted his fixed view at that point, and Zach rolled his head to see it was
Atilla's reflection in the mirror of her vanity. The dog was pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed and Zach could hear his whimpers. Then, suddenly the animal leaped up onto the bed to stand with ears erect and mouth open, seemingly staring right at the raised, spread mounds of Mrs. Clayton's full, white buttocks! Fascinated, the big boy raised to his elbows to better see whatever it was his massive pet had in mind ... and seconds later, he knew . . !
CHAPTER SEVEN
Donna actually felt the hot breath against the feverishly tingling lips of her wet pussy before she realized what was happening and linked the unexpected presence to the sagging pressure she'd felt on the bed behind her only seconds before! My God, what ... who was that. . ?
Suddenly, she heard the menacing growl and her blood seemed to ice in her veins as she felt something cold and wet between her lewdly spread buttocks! It moved up and down the splayed crevice of her up-thrusted, twin mounds, the unfamiliar sensation causing a second clammy shiver to sweep over her. She cringed and tried to jerk erect, but Zach's powerful hands clutched at her head to imprison her with his huge young cock shoved deep into her mouth! Abruptly, an unmistakable, searing tongue which caught part of her smoldering cunt and the entire length of the hairless vale separating her defenseless buttocks made her freeze in muscle-tensing immobility! Unable to move from the powerful boy's entrapping grip, she waited in a mixture of half-drunken lust and mounting fear until she felt it again ... felt the hot, wet flesh curlingly graze over the tiny puckered mouth of her exposed anus! Again and again it lashed out, ever sweeping and laving between her wide-stretched buttocks, and finally working downward toward the burning mouth of her sensually prickling pussy! Dear God ... there was no longer any question! It had to be Atilla! Oohhh ... why didn't Zach stop him...?
Zach caught the full picture in the vanity mirror, his small eyes beading in disbelief at the crazy-wild sight! Christ, the goddamned brute was licking her cunt as if she were a bitch dog! His frigging tongue was paralyzing her, and right when his own balls were wonting toward the bursting point, too! Now. she just hung over him with her mouth stuffed full of his throbbing, hard prick . . ! He heard Atilla's instinctive whimper and watched him snake out again and again with his long length of dripping animal-tongue. It lapped eagerly over the entire area of her naked, hair-fringed loins, from the clenched, puckered little hole of her ass downward between the fleshy lips of her quivering, pink cunt, finally reaching the tip of the puffy mound where it moistly penetrated to flick against her tiny, trembling clitoris!
She chokingly whimpered around his thrusting hardness as over and over the fucking dog repeated his assault, his long, wet tongue knifing through her raw, pink cunt-flesh with claiming savagery. Christ, it was spreading her open in the tenderest parts, until she began to twitch and jerk uncontrollably, her own feverishly wet mouth beginning once more to nurse his aching cock!
Then, to Zach's amazement, Atilla mounted her, his strong, furry body crowding in between her helplessly spread ass-cheeks! His warning growl filled the room, his powerful forelegs clutching at her rounded white hips, while she moaned in confused passion! Excitedly, Zach gaped at the glistening, scarlet cock the beast let slip from its long, fleshy sheath, the length and thickness of it astounding him. Christ, it was bigger than his own when the goddamned mutt let it out all the way, and it was dripping freely with its tapered point and jerking and dancing as lie hunched in closer to her. trying to bury the reddish, lean tin in her unprotected pussy-hole! Goddamn, he was really going to do it . . actually going to fuck her ... if he could ever find that tight little cunt-mouth!
"Help him!" Zach lustfully rasped. "Help him get his cock into you, Mrs. Clayton! I want to see him fuck you! Do it, damn you ... help him!"
The blinding desire filling Donna's sensuously impassioned nakedness was not adverse to even the foul depravity of bestiality at that moment. Nothing was too obscene or depraved for her if it would trigger the ecstatic release she must know before she went stark-raving mad! Oh God ... yes ... yes ... she wanted to be fucked by anyone or anything while she sucked this huge, boy-cock to completion, and just the abominable thought of her lover being an animal only added to the masochistic lust that had totally claimed her.
She felt the strong gripping at her soft hips, and the wet tip of something hot and hard probing between her smooth, trembling thighs, as if it were searching for her seething vaginal mouth. With an unrestrainable moan, she began to move the twin mounds of her lewdly presented buttocks in little searching circles, attempting to capture the wet phallic hardness, while the salacity of her wanton actions continued to build the erotic tension within her to a near-unbearable peak. God, she wanted it ... had to have it prodding inside her hot belly now, she urgently reasoned, reaching frantically down through the arch her loins and spread, white thighs formed. She grasped the dangling spear of wet, hard flesh, guiding its heated tip toward the mouth of her fervidly wanting cunt!
Immediately, Atilla thrust, spreading open her wetly receptive pussy-channel with a breathtaking plunge. Wider and wider her unmeant passage expanded before the plowing, brutal animal-cock, as within that second he whimperingly buried it to the hilt, deep up into the squirming pink hole between her quaking white thighs!
"Aaauuggghhhhhhh!" Donna gutturally grunted around the hardened thickness of Zach's mouth-filling cock. "Unnhh ... uunnhhh...! "
"UNNHHHHH ... UUUNNNHHHHHH!"
"Christ!" the big, red-haired boy swore, staring in lurid fascination as the long, cone-shaped dog-cock slithered into her with a wet charge until it was entirely buried between her wide-spread legs, the frigging animal's sperm-bloated balls slapping wetly against the raw flesh of her flowering pussy! And as she continued to grunt and moan around the hardness of his own rigid cock filling her grotesquely sucking mouth, Atilla began to unceasingly hammer into her from behind, her soft, satiny flesh ripping like wavelets over her white curves with his every jarring thrust!
At first to Donna, it felt as if an impaling log had been rammed into the tender core of her body, scoring the sensitive walls of her vagina with the abrupt agony of its knotted limb-burrs, but as the massive dog kept up the feral strokes with a rapid, unrelenting cadence, there was hardly time to dwell on the pain, only the fulfilling pleasure it was soon bringing her. In unprecedented passion, she began to respond rhythmically back to meet her lover's pantingly, superb thrusts into her steaming cunt. She felt his forelegs clinging to her satin-smooth, white hips like furry arms, and she wantonly undulated her naked body, rotating the resilient mounds of her buttocks in tiny lascivious circles, giving herself fully to the obscenely erotic delight of the beautiful fucking the animal was ferociously pounding into her from behind.
In her warped lust, she wished there was someway she could watch his beautiful, pleasure-bringing cock disappearing inside her hotly clasping channel, but she could only mentally visualize the forbidden spectacle. Yet, the mere thought of their unnatural coupling was enough to telegraph overwhelmingly depraved exultation to the raw nerve-ends of her inflamed, naked flesh. She ground her yielding buttocks back hard against her animal-lover's hairy, battering body, feeling the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her ass-cheeks, sensing the tiny streams dribbling down the back of her smooth inner-thighs. At the same time, the mounting pressure in her boiling loins signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her soft churning belly.
She tasted and sucked depravedly at the ever-expanding cock in her mouth, the delicious thought of it ejaculating, squirting its white, thick sperm deep into her throat setting her wild with anticipation. Oh, how she had to have that!
Yes, God yes! She wanted it to shoot and fill her mouth so that she could swallow it right down into her warm belly! Their boy-jism, she lived for that now! Yes ... yes ... yes . . !
Zach Sloan had already deciphered that much for himself. He gaped with bugged little eyes at his scoutmaster's voluptuous blonde wife's contorted mouth clasped greedily around his pulsating white cock that he was fucking excitedly up into her face. The thin, tensile oval of her moistened lips clung to it as though she feared he might suddenly jerk it away from her. His teenaged brain swam in peaking frenzy, while he fucked her mouth and watched her passion-twisted face. She was sucking and licking his aching cock as if it were some new wonder she could never get enough of. She'd taken both small hands to cup and squeeze his bloated balls, and he could see his escaped white semen dribbling from the corners of her mouth in thick, tiny, rivulets. Frig, she was delighting in the debasement of sucking him off while Atilla hammered into her cunt from behind, a masochistic gleam lighting her desire-glazed eyes as she hungrily slaved over him!
Christ, the guys would never believe him if he tried to tell the story just as it was happening! Who the hell would ... that while she wildly sucked his prick, his goddamned German Shepherd was fucking her savagely from behind ... plunging his huge animal-cock to his balls in her wanting pink hole? Shit, they'd laugh at him and tell him he'd been playing with it too much, that if he didn't knock it off he was going to wind up in the hatch or something! And ... and maybe he would if he didn't blow his nuts damned soon! But they could say any frigging thing, or think whatever they liked, because he knew it was actually happening!
Crap, there was no doubt about the vicious look Atilla's animal-face had taken on as he instinctively bared his teeth, his tongue loosely hanging from his mouth, letting drops of saliva drip from it onto the hollow of her narrow white waist ... no fucking doubt that those dark brown eyes were staring at him in an almost jealous hatred! Nor was there any doubt that he was humping his massive dog-cock into the spread-open pink crevice of her wet cunt like a pile-driver, smashing his powerful body against the lewdly presented moons of her smoothly rounded ass-cheeks, driving her forward and down onto his own throbbing prick until he wondered why it didn't choke her!
Instead, she was drawing on it like a frigging whore, his long, thick, pummeling hardness seeming to disappear in a sensual fusion of her face and his hairy groin. Damn, it was happening all right, he knew, ramming upward with hollowing buttocks, driving it far up into her mouth and throat. Christ, his pubic-hair was nearly brushing at the tip of her nose, while his cum-inflated balls in her small, warm hands ached in a bloating buildup of massive pressure!
She was going crazy on the end of his cock, increasing her unbelievable sucking until he thought his balls might turn inside out! Great swirls of heat were building in their intricate depths as he watched her passion-warped face working voraciously over his sweating loins. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he pictured them snapping from the pressure as he arched his hips upward off the bed, shoving his aching hardness even further between the hot wetness of her lush, red-rimmed lips. He gaped at the pink ridges of flesh pulling out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting, thick cock as she pumped her head and waggled her beautiful, rounded ass like a woman gone mad!
Fuck, it was time! He was going to blow his wad! Strangled sounds forced their way up from somewhere deep in his young chest! Just a few more seconds. ... that's all...!
Donna wanted it to explode in her mouth ... to swallow his boy-cum and feel it running down her throat like the others! That was it ... the whole ultimate goal ... their hot nectar shooting into her mouth and filling her belly to bring her intoxicating rapture...! She sensed it then, swelling convulsively, a charge of breathless anticipation excitedly racing through her as she began to insanely suck him!
"Oohhh ... oohlili shit! Now ... now! Suck it hard ... I-I'm cuuummmiinnggg!" Zach gasped and cursed. He began to furiously writhe his hips while he watched her lovely face working, her tensiled lips nursing, his cock soaring to he needle-like stream of hot, white sperm rushing the length of it!
It burst, and Donna vaguely heard him mouthing obscenities as his young, jerking penis gushed forth hot, thick jets of the pungently sweet liquid to flood her mouth and throat. Her lovely white cheeks ballooned and contracted before him as she swallowed in noisy gulps, fastening her lush lips tightly around the spasming organ and sucking furiously, while his massive teenaged load continued to squirt into her and his hands clutched at her head to pull her harder onto it.
The ecstasy of it was greater than ever before, and at the first hot, piquant taste of his boy-sperm, her own long sought climax was triggered. Salaciously, she thrust her naked buttocks back at her panting animal-lover to get the full benefit of his awesomely expanding shaft of hardness buffeting into her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her naked body contracted as she felt the erotic jolt of hot, sensual rapture spasm through her screaming loins and belly. She frantically gulped and sucked at the squirting cock thrust half down her throat, while her sphincter clenched and opened like an angry fist! Her buttocks flexed to rock-hardness and she gurgled a wailing moan when her convulsing body unleashed in the earth-shattering moment she'd been striving for!
There was no time, no space, no motion in the entire universe, only the unbelievable bliss of her insanely dynamic orgasm as she was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every straining muscle and cord she possessed. Then, Atilla began spewing his reservoir of wild, animal-sperm into the hidden recesses of her trembling belly in one long, hot squirt, as if he were pissing into her, and again she climaxed, groaning and slamming her up-thrusted, naked buttocks frenziedly back onto the spewing dog-cock...!
At last ... it was over, and she felt the overgrown boy trying to move from beneath her collapsed body, while she still ravenously clung to his deflating cock in her hungrily nibbling mouth. Lecherously, she struggled to keep possession of it, until he was actually forcing her off of him. She rolled onto her back as he quickly got up from the bed, gaping in disbelief down at her.
"Ch-Christ ... you're some crazy bitch, all right!" Zach gasped, staring at the thin white strings of his cum running from her sperm-coated lips down to the point of her small chin. He reached for his clothes and started to quickly dress. "You ought to hang out a shingle!"
Donna's spent brain reeled in the throes of her series of strength-bleeding climaxes, his words making little sense to her. Then, Atilla came up to lick her cheek and she affectionately petted the animal's huge head, remembering the fulfilling moments of delicious rapture he had just brought her...
"Come on, Atilla, let's get out of here!" Zach commanded the dog. He was dressed now and moving toward the bedroom door. He turned to stare once more at the breathtaking, naked white curves of his scoutmaster's young blonde wife still sprawled in lewd voluptuousness on the bed, his limp cock giving a hurtful lurch at the lust-infusing sight. "Yeah ... you're some crazy cunt, Mrs. Clayton...! "
"Please ... please go now!" Donna managed, coming to her senses enough to pull the satin sheet over her shamed, revealing nakedness. "You got what you came for ... now get out!"
Zach sniggered. "Oh, I'll go, lady ... but we'll get together again soon. Only next time, I'll just bring along a few friends to join us, eh? That ought to make for your kind of party..."
"Get out ... get out and don't you dare ever come back here again, Zach Sloan!" Donna spat, raising to her elbows to glare at his obscene, one-sided grin.
"Now, is that any way to talk to a boy-scout, I ask you? Especially one whose cock you just sucked off while his dog fucked hell out of you?" Zach taunted, his big frame filling the open doorway.
"Oh ... oh dear God!" Donna despairingly moaned, tears brimming into her eyes to spill over and trickle down her soft cheeks in her degradation.
"Bye, bye, Mrs. Clayton ... till next time ... she heard him say, his licentious laughter coming back to her along the hall until she heard the front door close behind them. Then, an immediate overwhelming wave of shameful repugnance swept through her and she buried her face in her hands, pitifully weeping...
Dear, dear God ... what's ever to become of me...?
CHAPTER EIGHT
"How about it, Ross, like another?" the red-bearded Burke Sloan invited his outdoorsman buddy as they sat at the unpretentious bar of The Gold Key Tavern, a neighborhood beer establishment where they managed to spend much of their idle hours together.
"Yeah, why not," Ross, a smaller, more slender man than his broad shouldered, barrel-chested companion, answered with raised voice to reach above the juke-box's almost deafening reproduction of a western ballad.
Burke motioned to the bald-headed man behind the bar and the latter knowingly nodded. Then, in his loud, gruff voice, he said: "We're all set, then. We'll leave tomorrow afternoon around three. Nora'll have the camper all stocked and ready when I get back from Sacramento. We won't have a thing to do but climb aboard and take off ... should be there before seven."
"Sounds great," Ross said, rubbing a grease-imbedded hand over his high, slender-faced forehead. "I need to get away from that goddamned garage for a day or so. They've been driving me nuts. We're snowed and everybody's got to have their heap tomorrow, no later."
The red-bearded man sympathetically bobbed his big head. His was a decidedly different way of making a living, but he well knew what it was to be pressured. If it wasn't by a customer, it was a goddamned flunky traffic manager trying to make points for himself. Everything was rush-break-your-ass, only you didn't do that when you were responsible for tons of rolling steel on a maniac populated freeway. Christ, he was going to enjoy those few hours of leisure, too. It was always good when he and Ross teamed up for a fishing or hunting trip; in fact, everything they did together was good ... even to swapping wives now and then after a rousing drink fest. Hell, they understood each other, and so did the girls, which had made their marriages that much more solid, as well as exciting...
"You going to take Atilla?" Ross interrupted his thoughts.
"Yeah. After the last time, I think we better. There's any number of those goddamned punks around who'll watch you leave, then raid your camper while you're out on the lake. If anyone tries it this time they're apt to lose a vicious mouthful of ass-cheek."
"Good. Nothing worse than coming back and finding you haven't got a lousy drink in the cupboard to go with those bass," Ross said as the bald-headed barkeeper set their beers on the polished mahogany before them. "Hey, the kids are going to be up there, too, I understand. Donna Clayton's playing scout mistress in Tom's place."
"That's what I hear," Burke replied, picking up his glass and consuming half of its foamy contents. "You been down to see Tom?"
"Yeah. I dropped into the hospital the other afternoon. He's coming along okay. Nice guy, Tom."
"Hell of a nice guy ... and so's that Donna nice," Burke said with a lewd, meaningful grin. "Damn, I'd like to get into her, but she never quite lets you know how to take her. Always seems to hang just out of reach, know what I mean, Ross?"
"I know, all right. I've made a few passes," the smaller, rather good-looking man said. "She kind of leads you on, but never lets you quite get there. Frankly, I think she's a cock-tease."
MMMaybe ... I wouldn't say that she wasn't, but I'd damned sure like to get into her just once," Burke mused with obvious lust. "Nora kind of digs Tom, too, but I don't believe there's any way of ever getting them on the swap route. He gets pretty stuffy sometimes with that engineer shit of his ... thinks he's a level or two above we common folks."
"Oh, Tom's okay ... and I don't know's I blame him much," Ross White commented, swilling from his beer. "If I had a bitch like that around I think I'd keep her for myself, too."
"She's got it all. I'll agree with you there," the bigger man said, his gray-eyes sparkling as he thought about their curvaceous blonde neighbor. "Hey, if things come up just right, maybe we ought to plan a little drop-in visit to their camp and see how they're making out ... know what I mean?" Burke suggested with a wink.
Ross White let the trace of a grin tug at his thin-lipped mouth as he gave thought to his friend's suggestion. He shrugged. "Can't be too much wrong in that," he said, finding cigarettes and lighting one. "We'd just be checking to see that everything's okay, right?"
"Sure ... with her taking Tom's place we'll be playing the concerned father routine. Nothing more normal than that. We'll be in the area, maybe two miles from Scoutsite, so we drop by ... and who knows, with her alone and away from her hubby, she might be an altogether different chick."
Ross White's grin broadened. The idea heatedly intrigued him. Shit, he'd give a couple of week's pay to get at that luscious doll himself, but he wasn't going to build any ridiculous hopes on something coming out of it. Not with the kids there, that was for sure. But maybe they could have a few drinks together, play her back and forth between them and see how receptive she was to a little something in the future. He picked up his glass, taking another long draught, then dragged at his cigarette. His grin returned and he said: "You know, Sloan, sometimes I get the feeling that you're a goddamned lecher. Of course, I don't have any reason to feel that way, but there are
Burke Sloan broke into a thunderous laugh, warmly clapping his partner between the shoulder-blades, his eyes merrily twinkling. "Come on, drink up and we'll have another to that bit of truth," he invited.
"Right," Ross White agreed, signaling the bald-headed barman. "This one's on me..."
* * *
At the same time, and not a half-dozen blocks from The Gold Key Tavern in a small neighborhood park, three boys and a German Shepherd dog lay sprawled on the cool grass exchanging a low voiced, if sometimes heated, conversation. The biggest of the trio, a nubbin headed, puggish faced boy who strongly resembled the red-bearded beer-drinker in the tavern, was saying: "You can believe it or not, dopes, but I tell you she did, dam nit! She sucked me off while Atilla fucked her from behind like a bitch dog! Shit, I never saw anything like it! She was right out of her mind...! "
"And she just got right up there over you without a stitch on and let the mutt ram his dog-prick into her pussy while she ate your cock ... is that what you're trying to tell us, Zach boy?" Barney Cole reiterated the big, red-haired teenager's detailed story in one single-pictured sentence, a questioning tone of disbelief to his voice, even as his dark-eyes shown with young lust-filled excitement.
"Exactly! As naked as any whore you could ever imagine, and I mean she's really got some frigging body, man! All white and soft and rounded, with silky blonde hair covering her cunt! Crap, I couldn't believe it myself when Jimmy White first told me. That's when I went to her place to find out if he was snowing me ... and man, he wasn't! She just about came unglued when she felt my cock hard against her soft belly...!"
"And ... and you really shot your stuff right into her mouth, Zach?" Phil Hopper, an average sized fifteen year old boy with a long, thin scar running the length of one fair cheek, questioned in an aroused, dry voice, his own youthful blue-eyes eagerly gleaming.
"The whole damned wad!" Zach hissed, luridly remembering. "And she swallowed it as if she couldn't believe it....!"
"Well, believe it or not ... she did! And Jimmy White will tell you the same!" Zach enthusiastically insisted, satisfied that they were beginning to believe his fantastic story. "Which brings me back to my reason for telling you in the first place.. . "
"Yeah, just why did you tell us, man?" Barney Cole dubiously questioned, not wholly convinced that his friend's wild story was all that true. Zach was a loud-mouth, a brag, and a bully given to stretching a yarn way out of proportion, like the time he shot the nine-point buck with his old man. The poor animal had turned out to be a crippled doe that couldn't get away.
Hell, if it really did happen and Mrs. Clayton had done everything just the way he said, why wouldn't he keep it a secret so's he could get her to do it again when that fat cock of his began to itch! Barney knew damned well if it'd happened to him he wouldn't be broadcasting it. But then, he and Zach Sloan were two different kinds of cats, weren't they...
"Because I believe in sharing with my buddies," Zach said, in answer to Barney's question, his colorless little eyes sweeping over both of them. "like ... up at Scoutsite tomorrow night, maybe. I figure she'll stay in the cabin, right? Now, with the two bottles of bourbon we got tucked away for the trip, and after the other squirts are sacked out for the night, we'll sneak over to the cabin and pay Mrs. Clayton a little visit ... treat her to a few slugs of booze, then have ourselves a romp that you guys'll never forget. You'll see for yourselves whether I'm crapping you or not."
Phil Hopper studied the bigger boy's lewd grin. No damned doubt but what he was making it sound authentic enough, and he couldn't deny the excitement his pugged-faced friend had set to churning inside him. Man, his frigging cock had stretched into a stone-hardness just thinking about seeing their scoutmaster's beautiful blonde wife all naked, say nothing of maybe sticking it right into her pussy! He'd had a couple of lays with Sylvia Evans, his next door neighbor, but she was a fat slob who all the guys socked it to, and about as sexy as a tub of suet. Still ... he'd always thought a lot of Tom Clayton, the man who'd met with all their parents and suggested they form a troop of boy scouts to help keep the guys off the streets and give them some proper direction. That was about the time the fuzz had been busting everybody at school on pot charges, and there was no doubt in Phil's mind that the troop idea had quickly helped to wipe out that problem. He knew it had straightened him out, anyway, and that he owed Tom Clayton a lot. But crap ... that didn't mean he wouldn't like to fuck his voluptuous young wife ... and especially if she were just passing it around the way Zach said...
"Y-You think she'll come across for us, Zach?" Barney Cole was asking, licking wetly at his thin lips and pulling at the front of his jeans.
"We won't give her any choice, man," Zach replied, his one-sided grin broadening. "I mean, what else can she do, eh? We got her right where we want her and she knows it. If she tries to fink out, we threaten to advertise what she did to Jimmy and me ... Now what the hell is she going to do, I ask you?"
"Zeez...!" Barney Cole swore half-under his breath.
"Right," Zach said with a little snicker. "You're beginning to dig the scene, man...!"
* * *
Donna had solemnly resolved not to carry out her plans of taking Tom's troop on their annual. She further intended to give up her own cub pack and sever any and all working relationship with their boys. How she was ever going to explain her decision to Tom, the blonde den-mother had no idea as yet, but that she must end this depraved, monstrous desire which had surreptitiously crept into her life to plague her, she was certain. So far, she had been lucky; there had been no repercussions, which meant that the three boys she had wantonly seduced and lustfully given herself to had not told their parents. But that didn't mean that other boys would react the same ... and surely, if she didn't cut off all association with them, there would be other boys . . !
Somehow, she had to tell Tom this very night, Donna had reasoned as she drove slowly toward the hospital. The effects of the several vodka-oranges she had drunk to steady her still frayed nerves from the episode the day before with Zach Sloan, were warm and encouraging inside her. Vaguely, she had entertained the idea of laying her unexpected decision to being over-tired and distraught since his accident, and the more she thought about that the more she believed that he would sympathetically understand and agree, perhaps even insist that she needed a good rest from it all...
But it hadn't quite worked out that way. He'd been wide awake and sitting upright in the raised hospital bed, his leg in its cast lifted uncomfortably by the counter-balancing weight suspending it. When she'd entered, he warmly smiled and pursed his lips for a kiss.
"How are you, Baby?" he questioned, caressing his big hands over her naked arms.
"Tired," she sighed, straightening so that he wouldn't detect the possible smell of the vodka on her breath. She backed to the chair and sat down rather heavily, as if welcoming the rest. "How are you, Darling?"
"Coming fine, the doc says," he replied, his smile partially fading. "You see? The eyes are clearing up, and tomorrow they're going to take the bandages off my head. I'll probably look like a sadly beaten up pug for awhile, but you'll get used to that. They say I can go home Sunday, which will be just about the time you get back with my boys from their campout. I suppose they're all excited about it?"
"Y-Yes ... only ... I wanted to talk to you about that, Tom," she stammered, hardly daring to look at him. "I've been thinking it over and ... and I'm not sure that I'm up to it, Darling. I-I mean ... with your accident and all ... well, it's just about drained the energy right out of me. I-I actually feel exhausted, honestly...'. '
Obviously surprised at her words, he tried to raise up higher in the bed but couldn't. A troubled expression of concern influenced his face as he said: "I-Is that why you've been drinking so much, Honey? I mean, you were never one to go too heavily for the sauce, but these last few days ... well, you've been tapping it pretty steadily haven't you...?"
His statement not only surprised her, it almost completely unnerved her. "Wh-What the devil do you mean, pretty steadily?" she snapped at him, angered that with all of her careful precautions she hadn't deceived him one little bit. He'd known all along and never had said a word. "You don't call one little vodka and orange juice tapping the sauce pretty steadily, do you?"
Donna felt her cheeks hotly flushing as she glared at her husband, his sudden sheepish look not lessening her bitterness at being found out in the slightest.
"I'm sorry, Baby," he said, shifting uneasily in his limited position. "I didn't mean to upset you ... Look, if you're really that washed-out f don't want you to even consider taking that gang. I mean, what the hell, your health means more to me than some crazy campout with a bunch of wild hellions like that troop of mine. Besides ... it's not impossible that the doc would let me out of here tomorrow and I could take them myself.. . "
"What? Are you out of your mind, Tom Clayton?" Donna gasped, forgetting herself as the utter ridiculousness of his words registered. "My God, you must be! After what you've been through ... and with that leg in a cast...?"
"Now, don't get all shook. Baby," he said with a little grin, holding his hand up. "I've actually been considering it anyway. Hell, it wouldn't be that rough. I can get around on crutches, and after all, Lou Crenshaw is going to transport the whole crew and gear in his brother-in-law's truck right to Scoutsite. And I'll have Zach Sloan to carry out orders..."
"Absolutely not! N-O! It's out of the question, Tom Clayton!" Donna emphatically insisted. "Even if the doctor would permit it, I would not, and that's final!"
"But hell, Honey, I-I can't let those boys down now," he said, shaking his handsome head, "especially at the last minute. They look forward to this all year, and you know how hard
I've worked to keep them from becoming a gang of young hoodlums. Something like this is all they need to lose faith in everything we try to do for them. I mean..."
"Tom, stop it!" Donna ordered with a little stomp of her foot, the truth of his words along with the reminder of the good he was trying to do and had already done with them, only adding to her own feelings of shame. "It's settled. I'll take them just as we planned..."
"But Honey, I don't want you to if you're not feeling..."
"I'm all right," she cut him short, determined now to go through with it. God, it was the least she could do. She forced a smile. "Females are like that, you know ... always wanting to exercise their prerogative of changing their minds, or thinking they can't go another step when they get a bit too tired..."
There had been more such compunctious conversation, until she had managed to convince him that there was nothing wrong with her that a little sleep wouldn't cure. By the time she'd left the hospital, it was all re-settled and he had contentedly bade her goodnight, but now as she lay alone in the darkness of her bedroom, sipping at her nightcap screwdriver, she wondered if she could sleep at all. She just couldn't erase from her mind the fact that she had nearly destroyed all of the good work her husband had done for and with them...
Dear God ... she had to fight it. . she had to ... if only for Tom's sake...!
CHAPTER NINE
Dressed in male khakis that she'd made over from one of Tom's older scoutmaster uniforms, Donna rode in the front seat of the truck with Lou Crenshaw, while the boys and their gear occupied the staked bed behind, their voices raised in song as they drove deeper into the wooded area of the mountains. Occasionally, the middle-aged driver who taught math in Santa Paula High, would chime in with a few lyrics, and several times, Donna did the same.
She was pleased that it had all worked out so well. The day had turned out to be a beautiful, late summer spectacular, and even Zach Sloan had added to its splendor by acting the perfect young gentleman around her. That, she supposed, had been one of her main worries ... wondering if he would openly attempt to take advantage of their sordid liaison, but he had not, nor had Jimmy White been anything but a model boy. Instead, Zach had taken almost complete command for her, using Jimmy, Barney Cole, and Phillip Hopper as his main assistants. She was pleased now that she had decided to carry through with it, and convinced that it would all turn out well. God, it had been utterly ridiculous of Tom to even consider making the trip...
"You know, this is a fine thing you're doing for these boys, Mrs. Clayton," Lou Crenshaw, a graying-haired, tall and slender man complimented. "Iris ... that is, Mrs. Crenshaw, and I were talking about it over breakfast this morning. If only there were more young couples like you and Tom willing to devote time to these boys, I doubt that we'd have half the youth problems. But everyone's in such a hustle, trying to make a dollar, and with no time for his neighbor, say nothing of his neighbor's kids. That's what I told my brother-in-law when I asked to borrow this truck. I said, Frank, you got two boys of your own. Why don't you make them join Tom Clayton's scout troop and help keep them off the streets? And you know, he looks at me as if I've got rocks in my head. Damn, man, he says! I don't have time to mollycoddle those boys! I got a living to make! How soon will you have this truck back?"
The older man shook his head and sighed. Donna smiled at him. She said: "It was kind of him to loan us the truck, Mr. Crenshaw ... and of you to take the time to drive us up here.
"Lord, that's the least we can do," he said with sincerity. "I just wish we could play a bigger part.. . "
And at Scoutsite, everything seemed to go like clockwork, with Zach calling out the orders to the boys and they acting like regular little soldiers. Long before sundown, all of their tents were erected, their bedrolls and sleeping bags made-up. and every last one of them ready to stand retreat. After, Donna had toured the tents of the younger ones to make sure their beds were properly prepared and comfortable, then she had helped with the supper.
While the boys handled the post-meal KP, she had gone to her cabin and unpacked her own few things, satisfying herself that the small, one-room affair was going to be quite adequate. Then, she'd poured herself a measure of vodka, diluting it with one of the cans of warm orange juice she had brought, savoring it to the last drop before making a second. That gone, she went outside to join her wards around the campfire they had built, feeling very much a part of the festivities and happy that she'd come as she added her rich voice in song after song ... until it was time to bed down, as Zach put it.
Zach had brought the troop record-player and promptly at ten o'clock put on their recording of Taps. Accordingly, Donna remembered to snap out her lights and finish undressing in the dark with the aid of a flash. She left on her panties and bra for night wear and crawled beneath the welcomed blanket before reaching for the strong nightcap she'd made for herself. The melodious, lonesome sound of the bugle in its last bars of "Lights out" drifted across the darkness through her opened window as she lay there completely relaxed for the first time since Tom's accident. Yes, she would be able to sleep, she thought, listening to the rush of the night breeze whispering mysteriously through the tall pines surrounding the camp. What was the saying...? 'All was well that ended well. . .
* * *
"Come on, Zach, aren't you going to drink anymore?" Barney Cole whispered across the circle the four of them made in the older, big boy's tent. He wiped the back of his mouth and held the bottle out, his young face twisted in a grimace from the burning, raw liquor.
"What do you mean, man? I've already drank more than all of you put together," Zach lied, watching the ring of young, infused expressions by the lowered light of the gas lantern reflecting in the eyes of their bourbon-glowing faces. He didn't intend to get stoned. That was going to be the whole kick of it for him. Getting them high as a kite and turning them loose on their unsuspecting scout mistress while he sat back and watched. Then, for a finale, he'd take her ... fuck the crap right out of her . . ! Yeah, maybe he'd even ass-fuck her! Christ, that'd be something, blowing his wad deep up inside the little hole of that beautiful white ass of hers . . !
"Pass it over here," Phil Hopper hissed to Barney Cole, holding out his hand.
Zach watched the younger boy take a strong pull at the bottle, followed by the usual breathless contortion of features. He grinned wryly to himself. Hopper was the cat he really wanted to see go ape. The fink had doubted him ... had even had Barney almost calling him a liar...
"Here, Jimmy," Phil said, offering the half-filled bottle.
"Naw, I've had enough," Jimmy White, the youngest of the quartet nervously replied. "Look ... Zach . . I don't think I'm going with you ... I had mine with her the other night.. . "
"To hell you ain't!" Zach snapped. "No chickening on this deal, Jim boy. We're all going together and we're all getting a piece of that bitch! Besides, it may take two to hold her and one to keep her quiet in the beginning, until we get her started. We don't want her to wake up the whole camp squealing or something, do we?"
"Zach's right, Jimmy," Barney Cole quickly put in. "Come on, be a pal, let Phil and I get ours like you guys did..."
"Don't worry, Jim boy's going, ain't you, man," Zach said rather than asked. "He'd never let his buddies down ... right, Jim?"
Jimmy didn't answer, just swallowed tightly as Zach grinned one-sidedly at him. Then, their leader said: "Okay, what do you say, studs? Let's go play sexy games with Mrs. Clayton. Everybody ready...?"
There were no spoken answers, only eager nods of liquor-influenced, young heads, as with a broadening grin, Zach Sloan extinguished the lantern and led the way outside his tent, crawling on his knees, the others following him in silence...
* * *
A dream had awakened Donna ... a sensually arousing dream in which she was orally abusing a faceless young boy, forcing him to tearfully submit to her lecherous sucking of his hard, teenage penis while she hungrily slaved over him. She quickly rolled onto her back, sensing the familiar tingling sensations in her belly and the wetness that had seeped from between her vaginal lips to dampen the wispy nylon strip of her panties between her legs.
God, she was excited; she couldn't resist tensing her long calves and thighs to increase the erotic fermentations churning in her soft belly and awakened loins, at the same time smoothing her small, warm hand down over the satin-like skin of her tummy toward the fleecy, nylon covered mound at its base. Further sensations of incited delight rippled narcissistically through her at the caressing feel of her own hand ... and then, she suddenly sat upright in the bed!
What was that? She had heard something ... as if someone, or something, was moving outside the window close to the cabin. For a moment, she thought she could almost hear breathing.. . ! P-Probably only an animal ... But no! That sound was definitely the latch on the door! M-My God ... someone was trying to get in...!
Frantically, Donna picked up the flashlight and focused it on the door. "W-Who is it. . ? Who is there?" she called out in a tight, almost choking voice.
"It's ... it's me, Mrs. Clayton ... Phil Hopper." His young tones came through the barrier to her. "One of the younger boys is sick ... I think you better come and look at him..."
Donna gave off a brief sigh of immediate relief as she swung from the bed, picking up her robe to slip into, the reassuring sound of the boy's voice easing the first apprehensions inside her, though, she hoped that it was nothing serious, remembering that she didn't even have a car at her disposal ... Lord, that hadn't been very intelligent, had it, not even anticipating an emergency...?
They moved in on her the moment she unbarred the door, before she had even a chance to scream ... shadows that swept terrifyingly into the small room to clutch at her, covering her mouth and picking her up bodily to carry to the bed. Then, as she stared wild-eyed through the darkness, her flash having been knocked from her hand, she heard Zach Sloan's voice and saw the puggish silhouette of his face against the moonlight of the opened window.
"Don't get upset, Mrs. Clayton," he hissed down at her while strong young hands held her pinned to the bed and one continued to cover her mouth. "It's just a few of the boys and myself come to pay you a little fuck-visit like I promised, eh?"
She smelled the alcohol on his breath at the same time as the lewd, four-letter word he'd spat out registered in her horrified brain, and she lay there petrified, unable to sensibly think.
"Okay, Jim-boy, light the gas lantern and keep it down," the big red-haired teenager ordered in a low voice. "We don't want to attract any of the other guys who might be up taking a piss or something. That right, Mrs. Clayton? We just want to keep this one intimate little orgy, eh?"
Then, by the dim, illuminating light, Donna saw her attackers first hand, mentally identifying their teenaged, lust-incited faces by name as she lay imprisoned beneath the strength of their strong hands. It was Barney Cole's that covered her mouth and held one arm, while Jimmy White returned to pinion the other, and Phillip Hopper lay with a wrapped arm across her legs.
"Now, if you promise to be good, lady, and just cooperate like you did before with me, Barney'll take his hand away from your pretty mouth," Zach said, suddenly pulling his T-shirt over his head and unfastening the belt holding up his khaki pants. "Of course, if you don't, like I told you last time, you're going to get it anyway ... only this time, you're going to have a few more cocks to take care of."
The sinking sensation already gripping at Donna's entrails grew more intense as she watched the kinky-haired, over-grown Zach Sloan push his swollen shorts down from his hips until the long, thick hardness of his huge young cock thrust lewdly out from his naked, hairy loins like a poling wagon tongue! She heard the tight sniggering sounds from the others as they, too, watched their obvious leader's unhesitant stripping before her, while her awe-stricken eyes locked uncontrollably on the familiar sight of his jerking, up-thrusted penis.
"Well, Mrs. Clayton...? What do you say? You going to be nice and play games with us ... or do we just climb on and maul the hell out of you anyway we like?" Zach rasped, his big hand reaching down to grasp the thick rod of his young rigid cock and luridly begin milking its thick foreskin back and forth.
The powerful, naked youth was watching her eyes, almost all that was visible of her lovely face with Barney's hand clamped over the rest, and he saw the undeniable, same crazy gleam come alive in them that he had witnessed the other night when they'd seemed to hypnotically fasten on his exposed, hardened prick. He couldn't help but coarsely chuckle right out. The bitch was gone already! Man, she was really something, all right. . !
"It's okay, guys," he said, licking at his fat lips. "She ain't going to give us any trouble ... just let go of her."
Donna sucked in a gasping, deep breath when the hand was removed from her mouth and nostrils, and automatically brought her arms into a more comfortable position once they were released. She hardly noticed that her robe was wide open to reveal the nakedness of her long white legs all the way up to the damp, nylon V of her wispy panties; she was too overwhelmed by the rapid series of shocking events that had placed her in such a vulnerable position. But stunned as she was, she knew in her liquor-provoked brain that she could never resist them, once they unleashed their hard, young handsome cocks! Yet, she had to try . . !
"P-Please, Zach ... you mustn't," she managed in a half-whimper as the big boy moved toward where she lay, still clasping and stroking his thick length of swollen penile flesh, while the others began to excitedly shed their clothing. "Don't ... don't do this to me ... my God, think of Tom if not me...!"
"Don't try to give us that shit, lady!" Zach snapped back at her. "You think of Tom, just the way you thought about him when you sucked both Jim-boy and me off before, eh? And you better think about him good ... because if you don't take care of us right, he's going to hear the whole story of how you seduced us all right here in this cabin! Now, how does that set on those shell-like ears, bitch?"
"Oh ... oh my God!" Donna moaned, fully aware that every word he had spewed down at her was further entrapping her and that there was nothing she could do to fight them! It was an unbelievable vicious web of her own making and there was no escaping it! Just as before with this overgrown, adolescent brute, she was completely at his ... their mercy ... all of them ... nothing to do but let them have their half-drunken, lust-filled ways with her . . !
And then, all of them were naked, their stiffened teenaged penises jutting out menacingly from their youthful loins with their virile, sperm-filling testicles swaying between their strong legs as they moved toward the bed! With a word, as if pre-planned, they simultaneously grasped her and began stripping her robe, panties, and bra from her ... until she lay completely nude before them, a trembling shiver of sensual, if frightened, arousal rippling over the soft curves of her white nakedness.
Donna heard their gasps of excitement at the revealed sight of her helpless body. She felt hands immediately begin to stroke and lustfully explore her erogenous, secret places, unable to deny the rising sensations their eager young hands upon her were triggering!
"I-I want to lick her cunt!" Phil Hopper abruptly blurted, his lewd statement sending a wild jolt of unrestrainable carnality racing through her.
"Okay, man, if that's your thing!" Zach exclaimed, suddenly hauling her from the bed to the floor and moving behind her to cradle her back against his strong, naked body. She felt his big hands cupping and squeezing her pliant breasts, his erect, thick cock pressing into the smooth crevice between her unprotected buttocks. Then Phillip dropped to his knees in front of her, his young hands tremulously stroking downward over the full curve of her hips to her own quivering thighs, finally inching inward toward the hair-sprinkled lips of her hotly moistened pussy! With that, the others were obscenely brushing their hands over her defenseless, naked flesh, her breasts, belly and thighs, crowding as close as possible to rub their stiffened, teenaged penises against her fervid white body!
Dear God, she was helpless, alone and totally at their liquor-provoked mercy ... yet, almost willing so, she wantonly realized, a familiarly weird trickle of masochism spiraling through her at the thought. Her own vodka-glazed brain seemed unable to curb the devilish imp of sensuality their lustful fondling of her feverish nakedness was unleashing!
"Oh ... oh God...!" she gaspingly moaned as Phillips's lips closed over and teasingly nipped at the silken pubic hairs covering the soft, puffy mound at the base of her belly. He raised his young face and gaped pleadingly up at her. not speaking, his eyes alone begging. An unqualified sensation of pure lust raced through her and she reached down to caress his soft, boyish face between her small hands. "Go on. Darling, do what you want! Lick my cunt!" she rasped. "Lick it and suck it for Donna! She wants you her back, all of them dropping to their knees and surrounding her, their young hands to. Baby! Eat my cunt for me...!"
"Shit, get her down on the floor so we can all get at her, Zach!" Barney Cole choked in a dry. whispering voice.
"Okay, okay," the husky red-head replied. "You heard em, doll. Get down on the floor ... there on the rug and spread them wide, eh?"
Donna had no choice in the decision; they drew her down forcefully, stretching her out, "Wider, lady ... spread em wider for Phil if you want that hot pussy of yours eaten!" Zach ordered, his little colorless eyes sadistically gleaming.
Donna did, unable as always to control the lascivious sensuality the sight of their teenaged, virile cocks in their pulsating rigidity fired within her. Ooohhh ... there was no hope for her ... now or ever! She'd been a fool to think different. Here she lay helplessly subjected to their slightest lust-filled desire, and instead of being shamefully debased, she was shamelessly alive with wild and mounting passion! Oh God . . ! Oohhh Godddd!
"Wider ... wider ... as far apart as you can get em!" Zach commanded, and obscenely she responded, spreading her full, white thighs to the furthest extent, until the entire sensitive area surrounding her defenseless, naked genitals was lewdly exposed to them. "Now, Phil boy, look at that luscious sight!" he hoarsely invited! "Go to it, buddy! Do what she asked ... eat her cunt!"
Donna gasped out in desire-filled arousal, her heart pounding in her chest as Phillip crawled eagerly between her spread, bent legs and fell forward on his belly, his face hovering inches above her excited, flushed pussy.
"Go on. guy ... eat her!" Zach rasped, lying down beside her and taking her arm to put around his neck as a cushion for his nubbin head. "In the meantime, I'm going to suck one of these delicious tits! Come on, Jim-boy, you take the other one!"
Donna panted open-mouthed as Jimmy White took a similar position on the other side of her. She lay there with arms around both of them, her feet flat on the floor with spread, raised knees, her full, quivering thighs wantonly agape before the burning dark-eyes of Phillip Hopper.
"Ooohhhh ...," she whimperingly moaned, feeling both boys begin to greedily fondle the sensitive, smooth resilience of her nipple-hardened breasts, kissing and tonguing the pebble-like pink buds ... finally sucking them hungrily into their hot, young mouths. She felt their hardened cocks nakedly pressed against the yielding flesh of her hips, both of them simultaneously beginning a rhythmic, undulating grinding with their pelvises. Then, she sensed Phillip's hands contact the soft flesh of her inner thighs, making her breath hitch passionately in her throat.
"Uuuunnnhhhhh," she moaned again to the dewy, tantalizing boy-kisses being lavished on the hair-lined crevice of her inflamed pussy, his hot tongue suddenly flicking at the palpitating opening. Every muscle in her body tautened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of her closed cunt-lips, while soft, escaping sounds of bliss arose in her throat. She felt his thumbs spreading open the fever-flushed edges of her cunt, and then he laced his hot, wet tongue ravishingly up through the raw, moistened flesh!
Donna groaned, gasped, and twitched spasmodically beneath their lustfully hungered young mouths and tongues sucking and biting at her swollen, tingly breasts, while the beautiful boy between her spread legs orally fucked into her vagina, occasionally licking hotly upward to worry her erect, tiny quivering clitoris! Abruptly, his lips sucked, drawing the soft folds of inner petals into the warm shelter of his youthful, eager mouth, while his tongue continued its heavenly licking against the tiny nerve plexus at the core of her spread-open nakedness.
"Oooohhh ... oh God ... yes, yesssss!" she feebly cried, already sensing the first stages of orgasm in her churning belly from their young, animalish ministrations to her defenseless body.
She saw Barney Cole taking an obscene position above her face then, his feet on either side of her head and facing the others. He squatted down until his young, semen-bloated balls dangled above her mouth and the little brown hole of his hair-ringed anus nearly touched her nose. Excitedly, she licked out her moistened pink tongue, beginning to lave and coat his velvety sac with her hot saliva. She raised her head and opened her lips wide to gently suck what she could of them into her warm, wet mouth. Then, he groaned and she felt him raising up again.
Reluctantly, Donna let his young, heavy balls slip from her mouth, watching as he re-positioned himself on his knees, arching over the two boys sucking at her breasts, his hands extended to brace himself between her naked body and theirs, until his hardened, teenaged cock was above her tremulous lips. With one hand, he forced it down and withdrew the foreskin to expose its wet, purple glans, holding it for her to quickly raise her head and suck it into the heated interior of her wanting mouth! She did, and immediately he began to fuck in and out of her ovaled, clasping lips, his rigid shaft of white hardness nearly choking her as it probed toward her throat!
Oh God ... it was heavenly! Four of them at the same time! Her brain raced in blinding, sensuous passion, the warped obsession within her destroying any restraint she might once have possessed as she wantonly and masochistically gave her incited body to their youthful lust. Frenzied sensations of inflamed salacity permeated every inch of her voluptuous nakedness. She sucked voraciously at Barney Cole's pulsing, hard cock, knowing from experience that in moments it would be squirting its hot, sweet cum into her anxiously waiting throat, while the warm tongues and youthful mouths pulled erotically at her prickling tits, and the one between her legs sent fantastic shocks of intensive delight racing through her steaming cunt and quivering belly! God ... she was going to climax, herself, any minute . . !
In seconds. Donna's receptive mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, creamy sperm that raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. She fought for breath while she gulped with wanton hunger at the thick, burning nectar ejaculating from his pumping, youthful cock driven to the depths of her constricting throat muscles. Simultaneously, her own building pressure peaked and burst, sending ecstatic jolts of rapture charging over and through her convulsing, naked body!
She felt Barney's boy-cock quickly growing flaccid in her mouth as she pulled and sucked on it, licking feverishly for its last drop. Then, he pulled it from her and fell back away ... She raised her head to gape down at Phillip between her wide-spread thighs, her passion released, hoping that he would stop ... but one look at all of their faces and she knew different. They didn't intend to stop, not even for a moment! Dear God, she realized, frantically jerking as Phillip's tongue incessantly continued to stab and lick at her inflamed, cringing clitoris, they intended to exhaust her ... to extract her mind out through her searing pussy! But then, as he continued to mouth and tease the tiny, intricate little bud, she sensed the pressure beginning to build once more! Oh ... oh God ... she would cum again in a minute . . !
"My turn now, Phil boy!" Zach luridly exclaimed. "Let her suck you off while Barney takes over this tit! We're going to take turns on eating that sweet cunt of hers! How does that sound to you, Mrs. Clayton? You want to suck the hot jism right out of Phil's nuts while I eat you . . eh? Do you?"
"Oh ... ooohhh . . yes, yes!" Donna lustfully whimpered. "Bring it up here to me, Phillip! Let me suck it, please? Oh yes ... go on ... go on ... eat my cunt, Darling! All of you, please? Eat Donna's hot pussy for her...!"
But it never quite happened that way for the rest of them! The entire sordid scene they presented was suddenly brought to a petrifying conclusion with the gruff, blood-freezing voice that roared from the doorway!
"Jesus Christ! What the fuck is going on here?" Burke Sloan roared, drunkenly staggering into the small room of the cabin, Ross White behind him quickly grabbing the bigger man to keep him from falling!
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh shit!" Zach Sloan whinishly blurted, struggling to get on his feet at the unmistakable sound of his father's booming voice, and the sight of him being held erect by Ross White.
Christ, he was roaring drunk and Jimmy's father wasn't much better! Man ... they'd been caught red-handed . . !
"Wait a minute. Burke ... don't blow your top!" Ross was saying, clutching tightly to the bigger man's twisting arms which were trying to shake him off.
"I'll kill that goddamned cunt!" Burke drunkenly snarled through his red beard as Donna sat upright, letting out a wailing moan of despair.
"Oh ... oh my God!" she gasped in horror, the shocking realization that nothing she could say or do could possibly help her at that moment. How could she ever make them understand that their sons, with the other two, had broken in on her and forced her...?
"It's her fault, Dad! Honest to God, it is!" Zach exclaimed in a breaking, child-like voice. "Isn't it, Jimmy? She made us do it, and it ain't the first time! Is it, guys? Crap, tell em the truth ... it's the only way...!" the big boy brokenly rambled on, determined to lay the full blame on their scoutmaster's helpless wife.
"It's true, Dad!" Jimmy White suddenly added, his own face ready to crumble in tears, while the hardness of his penis, like the others, seemed to simperingly drain from their adolescent loins.
"I'll take care of you later, boy!" Ross White barked, still restrainingly holding to his friend's slowly calming frame. "Now all of you, get your clothes and get out of here! Go to your tents! We'll settle this mess with her, ourselves!"
"Well...? What the hell you little punks waiting for?" Burke thickly roared. "Get your asses out of here ... all of you! Any one of you stick your noses outside those tents and I'll squash em flat to your horny little faces! Now get. . ! "
Donna could only continue to stare in awe-stricken horror at the foulness of the entire scene, watching the boys quickly snatch up their clothes and hustle toward the door, taking a wide birth around the pair of raging parents standing in the center of the room. In her terrifying shock, she completely forgot the obscene position of her spread-open nakedness there on the rug before the two drunken men ... until suddenly she was aware of the lust-filled expressions contorting their liquor-numbed faces.
"You ... you thinking what I am, Burke?" Ross White gutturally questioned, his tongue snaking out to lick at his dry lips as he stared down at the cock-tingling sight of Donna Clayton's frightenedly exposed, lush white curves. "Hell man, this is made to order ... even better than we could've planned it!"
The big man had freed himself from the other's hands and was waveringly standing there feasting his own red-rimmed eyes on the frozen white spectacle of her vulnerable naked body, his long, thick cock inside his pants beginning to stretch into its heavy length of aroused, hardness. "Y-Yeah..., " he slurringly choked after a moment. "Yeah, Ross ... I think we've had this little cock-tease all wrong, maybe. It's baby-pricks she-likes ... little ones that she can suck on and nibble at like sticks of candy."
"You're right ... and what do you suppose Tom's going to think about that?" Ross White tormentingly posed, his eyes glaring at the open-mouthed, shocked expression on her pretty young face.
"Oh ... oh please ... please listen to me," Donna implored, her voice weak and tremulous. "Please ... you must hear me out ... My God, please...?"
"Please?" Burke Sloan drunkenly repeated. "Donna baby, that's my middle name. Didn't you know? Burke 'Aim-To-Please' Sloan they call me ... and you know why? Because when I fuck em I always please em!"
Ross White sniggered at his friend's lurid humor, then saw the bigger man begin to unbuckle his belt. With that, he started to undress himself, the both of them standing side by side as they slowly and meaningfully stripped their clothes away, to the utter gaping abhorrence of the helpless blonde girl lying nakedly spread open on the floor in front of them.
An icy tremor of sickened fear washed through Donna as once again she became aware that there was absolutely no way she could defend herself against them! There was little question of what they intended to do to her. Their lust was visually apparent in the protruding bulges of their shorts as they pulled their clothing away before her! The times she had so casually teased and taunted them were suddenly coming home to roost, and they were using her abuse of their sons as their leverage to satisfy their own lecherous demands! Dear God, what a debasing trap she had dug for herself! For a moment, she thought of screaming out and racing for the door, but in the end she knew it would be useless! They'd only catch her and probably beat her ... and even if she could get to help, the truth was bound to come out! What then...?
Abruptly, Burke Sloan dropped his shorts to stand nakedly before her, his long, thick cock jutting out hugely from his hair-covered loins beneath the slight overhang of his stomach, and Donna stared at it in slacken-jawed dread. She had never seen anything the length and breadth of it! Compared to Tom's, or her boys, it was monstrous! She sensed her insides cringe at the thought of it worming into her sensitive vagina! His heavy, semen-inflated balls swayed bullishly between his strong, muscular thighs as with a drunken grin he dropped his hand to grasp and lewdly stroke the thick foreskinned hardness before her unbelieving, fixed eyes.
"It don't look much like a kid-cock, does it Donna girl?" he vulgarly leered. "But then, you'll get used to it before this night's over, baby, and you'll wonder what you ever saw in those boy-pricks in the first place."
"Yeah," Ross White chimed in with a licentious chuckle, exposing his own near-equal sized rod of hardened, circumcised penis. "And just think. Donna, you're going to get them buried in that luscious, soft body of yours both at once! Just like bank-night, eh?"
Though she was trembling in uncontrollable dread, their lewd words plus their meaningful intentions, were re-kindling the fires the boys had set to flaming inside her. Dear God, she couldn't believe it, but it was true! Her fear-filled belly had begun to masochistically churn again with the lewd excitement they had set off within it!
Then, Ross saw the bottle of bourbon on the table the boys had evidently brought with them and scooped it up. "Looky here, partner!" he said, uncorking the find and quickly tipping it up to his lips to take a long, long pull.
"Hey ... keep a little of that for me, you bastard!" Burke chuckled, staggeringly grasping it from the other's hand and tilting it to his own lips.
Then, Donna said: "Please ... may I have a drink, too . ? "
"Shit, yes, honey!" Burke exclaimed, drunkenly dropping to his knees beside her, while Ross White moved around to come down on the other side of her. "If there's anything you're going to need, it's a dose of anesthesia, Donna girl!"
She swallowed nervously and reached for the bottle, but Burke brushed her hand aside, gripping it tightly as Ross did the same with the other. Then, while the latter held her head, Burke turned the bottle up to her lush, ripe lips ... lips that she couldn't move away as the bourbon began to spill wildly into her mouth! She tried to twist her head, but the attempt was futile before a torrent of the burning liquid forced her to swallow again and again . . !
She had hardly caught her breath, when Donna sensed the potent alcohol surging into her bloodstream. They let her free, and between them, finished off the bottle, while she lie there looking from one to the other of their naked, older bodies and portentous cocks, a glazed sensation of mounting lewdness adding to her already infused loins. In truth, she knew, as in the past, she would want no part of them, but what truth was left inside her was rapidly disintegrating! In moments she would be as staven drunk as they ... and maybe ... maybe that was heaven-sent, too . . !
Suddenly, Burke Sloan had sprawled onto his back and was lifting her as if she were weightless up over him. "Come on you blonde little bitch! It's time to give old Burke a good fuck!" the red-bearded man thickly spat up at her, twisting and adjusting her naked white body to his own desire as Donna moaned in her rising, liquor-glazed passion. "Goddamn you, get it into you!" he lewdly ordered. "Raise that luscious crotch of yours up and stuff my cock into it before I slap the piss out of you for seducing my son!"
Donna's fogged brain swam with the building, masochistic lust his lewd words and obscene demands were firing inside her seething loins and belly. She squirmed whimperingly to right herself above and over his massive body, placing her knees on either side of his ribs. Roughly, his hands smoothed up her inner thighs to her partially opened, wet cunt, spreading the flushed, hair-lined lips apart to expose its glistening, moist pinkness to his lecherous gaze. His fingertips began to furiously work on her tiny, erect clitoris, bringing it to a more and more pronounced state, until with a gasp, she raised to her knees. She grasped at his thick, pulsating cock with her small hand, and moaningly, tried to worm its thick, mushroomed knob into the wet, palpitating hole of her flowering vagina.
"Goddamn!" Burke choked as Donna passionately continued to groan. "The crazy cunt's a nympho, Ross!"
Ross White couldn't speak ... only stared in dry mouthed fascination at the rippling flesh of Donna Clayton's soft white body voluptuously quivering as she wriggled and strained above Burke's huge rod of hardness, trying to manipulate its inflated purple head into her tight, wet cunt-hole, his own stone-rigid cock hotly throbbing in its unfulfilled need! Christ, the sight was too much ... too much . . !
"Oh please ... help me! Get it in! Get it In!" Donna wailed, her swollenly erect breasts swaying and quivering as she squirmed her golden-hued loins over the blunt head of his angry, towering hardness.
Then, Ross saw Burke catch hold of her slender waist while she clung to his thick cock, zeroing her vagina directly above the hardened rod before pulling her down onto it!
Momentarily, the obvious resistance of the small, elastic mouth to the inflated, rubbery head pressing with unrelenting force into her tight, wet vagina, raised a guttural moan of agony from deep in Donna's throat. . .
"Aaauuuugghhhhhh..." she painfully grunted at the stretching of her sensitive cuntal opening as it wormed in beyond the coronal rim. She whined out once again before beginning to sink down onto it, her groans slowly changing to mewling whimpers as it slid up into her like an unending greased log.
Spreading her knees out wider away from his body, she sank lower onto his huge, impaling hardness, moaning all the way as if it were killing her. Then, she raised slowly up off of it so that the massive cock, glistening wet from her vaginal secretions, came whitely into view almost to the angry-red ring of his cock-head, and then with a soul-tearing gasp, she sank down again, flatting her soft loins against his, absorbing the entire thick-veined rigidity of his huge prick inside her hot, clasping channel beyond her cervix toward her belly!
"Holy shit. . ! I wouldn't believe it!" Ross White exclaimed, bending close to lustfully watch the rounded white mounds of her wide-spread buttocks and Burke's long thick rod of sleek hardness disappearing up into the stretched pinkness of her golden, hair-fringed hole! "She's taking the whole fucking thing, Burke ... Christ, all of it. . ! "
"Y-You're telling me?" the bearded man grunted, his breaths jerking from his chest as he pressed his legs together and thrust his hips rhythmically upward as she descended. He felt their hot bodies slapping against one another at their sexual junction, raising a tempoed pattern of gasps and groans from both their throats. Shit, the fucking blonde bitch was more than he'd bargained for!
In her drunken stupor, Donna rode up and down Burke Sloan's huge, pleasure-bringing cock in flaming, masochistic passion. Never in her life had she been so filled between her legs ... in her hot belly ... and she bent forward until her full, hardened-nippled breasts were flattened and burrowing into his powerful, hairy chest. Oh God yes ... and she was punishing her own self, she glazedly reasoned, smashing his hot, thick hardness right up into her grotesquely expanded vagina beyond her tingling womb! Oh ... oh ... it was becoming painfully exhilarating, almost mesmerizing her in its sweet agony . . ! But ... but then she felt the fingers parting the soft yielding flesh of her buttocks ... and ... and probing at the sensitive raised circle of her tiny anus . . ! Though the initial contact aroused new unleashed passion in her liquored, sensually fired brain and straining body, further insistent prodding began to hurt. Her brow furrowed from the growing torment and she began to struggle against it; yet she was hesitant to move away and lose the wonderful sensations of the thick cock impaling her searing pussy to the depths of her wanting belly! Instead, she clenched her teeth, prepared to endure the thrusting finger which had begun to worm its way into the soft, rubbery confines of her rectum . . !
"Aggghhhh ... oohhhh ... nooo ... noooo!" she uncontrollably gasped, uselessly trying to clench the spread, white moons closed to his lewd invasion.
Ross White laughed out in gravel-voiced lust as he pressed forward with his thick middle finger into the raised, pink ring of her tight little ass-hole. He watched her squirming, naked body lurch and beard her cry out at his intrusion into the sensitive, spongy opening. "Open your ass, you kid-sucking bitch!" he lewdly spat. "You better get used to it because this is just the beginning! Next comes my cock!"
Donna felt him thrust forward mercilessly against the useless resistence she was putting up, this thumbs on her soft buttocks spreading them further apart. Then the thick finger plunged into the pried-open, rubbery channel to the palm of his big hand, and again she pitifully cried out. Before she could catch her breath, a second joined the first, reaming and stretching her delicate nether-passage, forcing her to halt her fucking movements while Burke Sloan brutally clutched at her waist to keep her from squirming off of him. She moaned incessantly with the agony as the hands continued to spread her back there, easing the cheeks of her soft, resilient buttocks further and further apart until she thought she would split open! And then, as suddenly as they had entered, the cruel fingers were removed, and she felt the soothing bath of air wash across her opened, damp crevice ... but only for a brief moment! Abruptly, a larger, smooth and rubbery object pressed against her cringing ass-hole! My God ... it was his cock! He did intend to sodomize her . . !
"Ooohhhh ... stop, damn you! Stop it ... my God...!" Donna shrilled, writhing violently as she tried to get away from the unbelievable, intruding pressure. But Burke's powerful hands held her fast while Ross White pressed his thick rod of hardness against the tiny lips of her anus, until she felt the resistant elastic ring of her tightly clenched rectum pop lewdly open to encircle the head of his lustfully throbbing cock! "Oh ... ooohhhh ... you're ripping me . , . ! " she half-screamed as she felt it worming its way unceasingly into the yielding, rubbery depths to join the other buried in the clutching recesses of her hot pussy . . !
None of them heard the scratching that opened the unlatched door, nor saw the massive animal as it moved forward with raised head, ears cocked toward the obscene spectacle taking place in the center of the floor. Then, Ross White saw the German Shepherd's shadow and turned to stare at the brute's uptilted, sniffing nostrils.
"What the hell. . ! " he choked out, coming to an immediate halt in his sodomizing motions as Atilla suddenly bared his teeth and moved menacingly toward him. "Burke . . ! What the fuck's wrong with this goddamned mutt. . ? "
The animal's red-bearded master saw him then, his own liquor-dimmed eyes widening at the unmistakable bared fangs of the huge dog. The sight surprised him; he'd never seen Atilla like that around him except when confronted with some natural enemy..."Get out of here, you crazy hound!" he snapped. "Go on ... back to the camper! Go...!"
A deep growl rolled from the big dog's throat as he ignoringly continued to move toward Ross White with his gleaming white teeth angrily displayed.
"Goddamn...!" the smaller, naked man exclaimed, suddenly jerking his swollen cock from Donna's stretched rectum and shying back out of the way of the pressing animal. "Something's wrong with the dumb bastard, Burke...!" he blurted in his own half-drunken stupor ... and then he heard his friend's roar of laughter.
It struck Burke Sloan what was wrong with Atilla then he saw the powerful animal's huge, scarlet cock slipping from its heavy sheath, the pointed tip of the glistening, hard rod of flesh meaningfully dripping and waggling! "Goddamn, Ross, you better get out of the way," he warned with another throaty chuckle. "Looks like Atilla wants a piece of her, too!"
"Jesus Christ!" Ross White blurted as the massive dog moved in close to poke his wet nose into the smooth crevice between Donna Clayton's openly spread, white buttocks. He watched the obscene performance with bated breath, then swore again as the mighty animal mounted the rounded, defenseless moons, paws wrapping around her waist as if he'd been there before.
"Oh ... oh my God!" Donna gasped, her liquor-numbed brain not so hazed as to fail in recognizing the familiar feel of Atilla's presence, nor was she so drunk that she didn't realize that Burke Sloan's huge cock was filling the hot, wet channel the beast sought! "Stop him! Somebody stop him, please...?" She wailed as she tried to shift her helplessly exposed genitals away from his attack.
Ross gaped in absolute wonder as the animal hunched in closer between both Burke's and Donna's scissored-open legs, until his huge, pointed length of wet animal cock was obscenely probing the hairless, smooth crevice separating her lush, white ass-cheeks. He stared in awe as it slid up to find the stretched little anus that he had been forced to pull out of! His breathing damn near choked him when the narrow tip of the ever-growing rod of hardness shot into the exposed puckered hole with a fury, disappearing right up her cringing passage almost to his dangling, black balls!
"Aaauuuggghhhhh!" Donna gutturally grunted beneath the vicious shock of stabbing pain screeching through her loins. With a twisting lurch, she tried to shake the impaling rod of cone-shaped animal cock out of her pierced rectum, but her efforts were useless! As she grunted and strained to free herself of the agonizing intrusion, Atilla's fierce growl filled her ears while his hairy forepaws clutched savagely at her hips, and he began to pump furiously into her!
"Jesus Christ! He's got it right up her ass-hole, Burke!" Ross luridly exclaimed, still hardly believing what he was witnessing. "I never saw anything like it!"
"I know, man, I know!" Burke Sloan excitedly rasped, his lust-infused eyes bugging at the expression of wanton agony on Donna's contorted features. "I can feel this goddamned dog-cock ramming it to her! Christ ... I think she's going right out of her fucking skull!"
Donna hung on an insane plateau of sensual pain-pleasure. The shocking invasion of her nether-hole had nearly blinded her with the immediate excruciating agony of the massive cock bursting into her, pushing the spongy, resilient flesh of her rectum before it, until in seconds he had ground it all the way up inside her warm, constricting depths. But as he continued to relentlessly piston into the softness of her upturned buttocks, she could feel his hot animal balls swing hard down against the cock-stuffed lips of her vagina below. She was absolutely impaled to the hilt on his sodomizing animal-hardness, and once again beginning to masochistically revel in its depraved possession of her virginal ass-hole!
Ross White watched in licentious fascination, stroking his own length of aching hardness as he gaped at Burke's huge, thick cock beginning once more to fuck with fury up into her wet, pink cunt, while the goddamned dog plunged in and out with the rapidity of a trip hammer! Burke was lifting both of them right off the bed with his every up-thrust, raising the vulnerable, spread-open cheeks of her helpless white ass to the in-and-out batterings of the German Shepherd! In-and-out, the relentless animal cock pounded ... in and out of her tight, salaciously stretched ass-hole with crazy, mean strokes ... both man and beast finally arriving at a rhythm that buffeted her smoothly between them. Christ, the dual fucked kid-eater was moaning continuously, as if she were entirely losing her frigging wits! It was the absolute lewdest fucking sight he'd ever seen . . !
His face was only inches from the pair of wet, thick cocks plunging sleekly into the voluptuous, naked blonde's grotesquely stretched canals. He watched, mesmerized at the frayed pink edges of her inner cunt being extracted on Burke's cock on the down stroke, then disappearing again when he rammed up into her belly. But the lewdest sight was Atilla's thick animal-prick wetly sucking back out of her, tugging the tight coral ridges of her clasping, expanded ass-hole with it, to fluidly vanish when the brute lunged back into her! Shit, he couldn't stand just to watch it any longer! He had to get it into the bitch, too, before he blew his goddamned mind . . !
Donna continued to incessantly moan through her lust-twisted lips as she strived to move with their man-animal rhythm. Dear God, she had never been so completely and thoroughly fucked in her young life. She wished there was some way she could watch their huge cocks disappearing inside her moistened, stretched genitals, but she could only mentally visualize, and the mere thought of their lurid and unnatural coupling sent lustful exultation soaring through her naked, defenseless body. She saw her hanging, taut breasts dancing beneath her writhing, perspiring body, their hardened nipples occasionally grazing Burke's hair-covered chest, while her long blonde tresses flailed as she tossed her head from side to side. Dear God, their cocks were growing ... ever growing inside her passages to her belly . . !
She felt hands entwining in her hair then, jerking her face upward. Fingers played at her tongue-moistened lips, opening them, until she felt t!ie spongy substance rubbing against them. She focused her liquor-fogged eyes to see Ross
White's long, thick cock bidding for entry, and hungrily she opened her mouth, allowing him to slide the rod of hardness along the hot, wet length of her eager tongue. She locked her lush lips around it and immediately he began to pump excitedly into her face, causing her to almost gag as he pressed it to the back of her throat, then down, its full length nearly disappearing between her educated, ovaled nursing lips.
Voraciously, she sucked, her cheeks hollowing and bloating, delighting in the exploring of its ridges and wrinkles as her tongue fervently licked at the blood-inflated head on each out-stroke, the tip hotly probing into the tiny slit at its end. She sought with her soft, warm hands until she came to his cum-bloated balls, cupping them tenderly to caress and milk with knowing gentleness.
Simultaneously, Donna felt her hips of their own volition moving eagerly back onto Atilla's massive cock racing into her expanded, tingling rectum, then forward and down to meet and absorb Burke's ramming cock plunging into her clasping, steaming cunt. All sense of moral decency had drunkenly blotted from her mind in the wave after wave of ecstatic sensations that were all but masochistically consuming her. Nothing mattered any longer but the magnificently hard, human and animal cocks fucking into her, and she rocked wantonly to their lust-filled attack, while she sucked Ross
White's throbbing hardness with avidly mounting fury!
God ... as always, she wanted it to shoot into her mouth ... to swallow his hot jism and feel it dribbling down her throat ... filling her hot belly just as Atilla's and Burke's cocks pummeling into her maddeningly stretched back passage and pussy would respectively fill her! Yes ... yes . . ! She sensed Ross' hardness abruptly swelling in her mouth and wildly she sucked it!
It exploded as he vilely cursed, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy, pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting, and she rapidly swallowed to keep from choking on the continual spurts issuing ceaselessly from it. She drank it hungrily in thick gulps, locking her lips around the ejaculating organ, not wanting to lose even a tiny drop of the sweet-tasting, fiery liquid! Ross fell away from her then, and small droplets seeped from the corners of her mouth, his shrinking member slithering uselessly from her still sucking lips, sticky strings of his thick, white sperm stretching from them to his flaccid cock-head pulling away.
"Oohhh . . yes ... God, yes!" Donna began to hoarsely chant in the litany of the overwhelmed, continuing to respond in kind to each powerful lunge into her sensually excited cunt and rectum. Furious, they became, both man and beast seemingly punishing her without mercy, and she gave them back in wantoness every stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to growl and groan in an unintelligible maze of lust-filled, sexual abandon!
"Aaauuggghhhh ... fuck me ... fuck me hard! Oh God ... I can feel both of your cocks inside me! Oooohhhgg. ... ohhhgggnn. ... Ooohhh ... faster ... harder ... make me cuummmm...!" Donna begged, urging master and animal on as she mentally envisioned their totally obscene ravishment of her intensively seething genitals, the imagined picture driving her toward a vortex of cyclonic lust. It seemed to go on forever ... the mounting, blinding ecstasy of it ... the hands and furry paws gripping and clutching at her as she strained insanely toward her apex! Her dazed brain reeled ... nothing else in the world mattered but the tremendous sensations of blissful rapture about to burst inside her!
"N-Now...!" she wailed. "Please . . oh God, please ... cum in me together! Fill me! Drown me in your cum! Oooohhhhh ... I-I'm cuummmiinnggggg...!"
Atilla whined, then growled from deep in his powerful throat as at the same time Donna felt the thick, boiling liquid of his animal-sperm shoot far up into her back passage, bringing the moment of her own orgasm on! Delicious spasms of pleasure blindingly rocketed through her! She could feel every contraction of his thick, hard animal-cock as it pissed out its load of feral, scalding jism deep, deep up into her contracting bowels! Then, Burke Sloan gaspingly swore and she plunged her fire-filled cunt hotly down onto his towering, throbbing cock, her breaths heaving from her lungs while his huge pumping organ began spitting its thick jets of hot semen up into the recesses of her quaking belly, her own orgasmic secretions blending and puddling with his, an almost frantic convulsion of enchantment momentarily enveloping her.. .
And ... and then ... it was done...!
Atilla immediately withdrew his shrinking length of penal flesh from her forever stretched rectum to turn away from all of them and trot toward the still partially opened door, quietly disappearing out into the night. For a long moment. Burke Sloan's and her own breathing continued to fill the room. Finally, Ross White cursed, muttering something unintelligible to her, then Burke lifted her bodily off of him, his limp member pulling from her flooded vagina with a wet, suction sound, until Donna lay alone on the rug, her long white legs still obscenely spread, the cool air a soothing balm to her ravished loins.
Burke stood and was pulling on his clothes, as was his friend and neighbor. "That, bitch, was merely the beginning ... so keep that in mind," the red-bearded man spat, his big face twisted in its smirk. "We'll be back ... dog and all, again and again! Only next time, I want some of that ass-fucking, baby. Nora never did go too strong for it, but then, she ain't got your ass either!"
Ross White lewdly sniggered as he dressed, watching the expression of uncontrollable shame creeping over Donna's lovely face. "Yeah ...," he added, "and maybe you better start talking to Tom about joining out little swap-meets, Baby. I think the girls would like to get at that engineering cock of his now and then, too."
"Oh ... oh God ... haven't you both done enough to me yet? Have you got to taunt me besides. . ? " Donna whimpered, closing her thighs and crossing her arms shieldingly over her breasts. "Please ... please go . . Leave me alone..."
Burke Sloan broke into a wide grin, hitching his belt and zipping his fly. "You've got to be some kind of loony nympho, Donna doll. Anybody who sucks off kids is warped upstairs, especially when there's cocks like Ross' and mine always available to you." He laughed. "Just remember, cunt, we'll be around, and often. Just keep all those tight holes warm and ready for us, eh?"
"Come on, let her be. Burke," Ross suggested. "She's got enough to think about ... getting these kids back to Santa Paula and trying to answer their questions."
"Okay, okay ... but just remember what I said, Donna cunt ... we'll be back ... and often!"
Donna rolled over onto her face to hide the uncontrollable sobs from their merciless eyes. She heard them laughing as they finished dressing, then felt a stinging slap across the buttocks. The shock startled her ... and then they were gone. Alone, she quickly extinguished the gas-lamp and crawled into bed, covering her nakedness with the blanket.
Dear God, what was she going to do? They would come back, again and again ... and there was no way in the world she could prevent them ... no conceivable way! For a long while she lay unmoving in the cool quiet of the night, at last growing drowsy from the excessive liquor they had forced down her ... until finally she fell into a fitful sleep of exhaustion...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Donna Clayton drove with a keen eye fixed on the flat, unwinding strip of road ahead, the shimmering waves of heat arising from the desert floor fascinating her. Beside her, his leg in its cast stretched out comfortably, Tom rested with his head lain back against the seat. She doubted if he slept; he seldom did when she was behind the wheel. She smiled to herself, thinking that he was going to get awfully tired ... Massachusetts was still a long way off.
A pleasant feeling of warmth and security glowingly washed through her. God. she was so happy. It hardly seemed possible the way it had all turned out after that horrible night not a week past ... but now that she thought about it, perhaps it hadn't been so terrible ... like beauty, horror was in the eyes of the beholder, perhaps ... Even the boys, the next morning, had changed back to their normal selves, treating her with all the respect she had ever known from them. Nevertheless, she had insisted they go home that day. She'd had no intentions of gambling on another such night.
The following day, Sunday, Tom had been released from the hospital, and it had been that very afternoon the telephone call from an old college associate of his had come through from the east coast. He was now Personnel Manager for a privately owned electronics firm in a small town outside of Boston and one of Tom's resumes had crossed his desk. Would Tom be interested in making the move there at the company's expense? The firm was in desperate need of qualified engineers with his background, etc. etc...
"A farthing for your thoughts. Baby?" her handsome young husband said, interrupting her happy reverie.
Donna glanced over at him to see his smile fixed on her. She said: "Oh, just thinking how lucky we are '
He nodded. "I thought maybe you were wondering about the house ... if those people the broker has will take it?"
"I wasn't thinking about that, but I do hope they will. We'll have to be looking right away for a place and we'll certainly need the money we have in this one to swing it."
"It'll all work out," he calmly answered. "It always does, right?"
"Right."
" ... Know something? I've been wondering about getting a little place in the country, away from it all," he said, his long fingers stroking at his square chin. "How does that sound to you?"
The idea wasn't unappealing to her; in fact, she had often dreamed of such an existence ... not too far distant from shopping and all. It sounded heavenly at the moment. "I think I'd like it very much. Darling," she said, the little lights in her eyes showing him her enthusiasm.
"We could still carry on with our scout work with boys ... as a matter-of-fact, a country place would be ideal for them, don't you think?"
Donna sensed a tiny ripple of excitement move through her and subconsciously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. "I ... ah ... do you think you'll have the time. Darling ... with your new position and all...? "
He sat upright, shifting in the seat. "Of course, once we get settled," he replied, as if in surprise. "Anyway, I'll make time. Working with those young boys is important to me, Donna. They need me ... both of us for that matter, and a lot more just like us. Don't you agree?"
"Of course. Darling. You know I do," she answered, the sensorial excitement within her beginning to broaden as she thought about it. "I-I intend to form a den of cubs as soon as possible ... and I can't think of a better place than a cozy location in the country. It sounds wonderful."
"It will be, Baby. I promise you, it will be," her husband determinedly assured her.
"And you know something else I'd like, Darling ... if we're going to live in the country?" Donna said, her lovely eyes brightly glittering.
"Just name it. Honey," he invited, happy at the sight of her exuberance. "Your wish is my command."
"All right ... I want a great big German Shepherd dog ... and I'll name him Lover...!"
