Never has society been so youth-oriented as it is today. The next great presidential election will have youth having its say for the first time. Just what its impact will be is hard to say. All we can do is await its results.
Today, youth is having its say in the schools and in music and in fashion. Youth is also battling authority on almost every level. The onslaught of drugs has wreaked a terrible price. It can be seen in almost any town far across this great land.
The young seem to be demanding even greater freedoms than any generation before. In the area of sexual mores, the children of today have thrown away all standards and invented their own. To the blaring of drug-drenched rock music, there have come the groupies . . . young immoral, amoral, girls who will do anything for their heroes in groups of two, three or more.
In Farm For Little Boys, author Taylor Collins has explored a little known world. The case of Sheila Barr is only too well known. Having a wild irrepressible son herself, she sets out to help him in his troubles with the law. In aiding her son, she also reaches out to help other young people. Sheila Barr's reaching out and the inevitable consequences of such an action are brutally and graphically told in the following pages.
What happens to Sheila with her son and what happens when her well-meaning husband, Max, begins to suspect what is going on makes a fast-paced and ruthlessly honest story. Nothing is held back.
We, the publishers, offer the public this story in the hope that it will inform them about some segments of the younger generation. A person who is prepared is better able to cope with a problem.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Sheila Barr stood by the frame farmhouse and watched the realtor's car drive away, raising puffs of dust as it bumped down the winding road that led to the main highway. She stood, smiling, the deed of trust in her hand. After the car was out of sight, she looked around. The farm was hers! The farm was home for her and for her husband, Max. Moreover, it was home for Jeff. She clasped her arms and hugged herself and squinted into the setting sun across the meadow.
More than anything, it was a home for Jeff. Now, at last, she would be able to give her handsome young son the time and attention he needed and deserved.
Sheila stretched and walked toward the setting sun. Later, Max would be coming from the city with Jeff. She walked out into a field again stretching with a liquidly smooth movement. Suddenly, wanting to put action to her feeling of happiness, she ran toward a haystack, grinning, her huge breasts bouncing up and down as if she were moving in slow motion. A woman of thirty, she looked much younger and had one of those voluptuously firm figures that drive men wild. A tall brunette with a thick mane of hair, her skin was an ivory white and her features were fine and detailed with just the beginning of lines to show around her eyes. Her breasts, like twin melons, were high and firm and bulged under her dress. Her waist was slim, incredibly slender above her temptingly twitching hips. Her buttocks swayed from side to side under her dress as she ran to the haystack. She ran, and with a yell of glee, she threw herself into the hay, half disappearing and rolling over on her back.
She lay on her back, looking up at the darkening sky and the high clouds that were tinted pink by the setting sun. She lay with her dress pulled up near her buttocks. Her long, tapering legs and finely formed thighs were exposed. Her thighs, with their firmly muscled contours plainly visible, were enough to arouse anyone. Her dress was high enough to show just the beginning of the tightly fitting white band of her panties which pinched between her lovely loins and over her bulging mound of Venus. Sheila lay on her back, her long legs exposed and spread slightly apart, her breasts riding full and heavy on her chest, the cleavage between them deep and fleshy. She closed her eyes and her mind drifted back, back through the years. Back to when she was on another farm . . . back east in Ohio .. .
It was her parent's farm and Sheila had been just fifteen. It was summer and hot and she went for a walk, daydreaming. Although just barely fifteen, she was already fully developed. Even now she was a woman, and her figure drove the panting boys in high school mad as she twitched and undulated down the hall. The boys looked at her, and their mouths went dry, and their eyes narrowed as they watched her teasingly tempting walk with her buttocks twitching and her breasts so quiveringly firm under her brassiere and dress. She couldn't help the way she walked. To be honest she enjoyed it! For the first time in her life, she had become conscious of her power over men, and she became known by all the boys as a "cock-tease." Once, at a dance, a boy, Jack Cheever, called her that. A star football player, he had been drinking beer an older brother got for him, and he called Sheila, "A cock-teaser, a real hard-on cock-teaser."
The young girl had felt her face go scarlet at the words. She knew what he meant, even though she had never heard a boy use those words before. It embarrassed her and at the same time, it excited her. The words seemed to fly through the air and sting her, causing her to blush and giggle. It was exciting and risqu� talking "grown up" like this. Yet she knew she couldn't stand there and let him talk to her that way; after all, good girls weren't supposed to listen to nasty talk . . . especially from boys.
She tossed her head and laughed at him, saying, "Oh, you!" Then, spinning on her toes, she walked away, her hips twitching and her buttocks swaying like a belly dancer in slow motion. She glanced back over her shoulder, seeing the effect she was having on Jack's face. Despite her up bringing, she couldn't resist being a flirt. She couldn't resist being, as Jack said, "a cock-tease." The words made her giggle even more.
"Someday soon. Baby!" Jack had called after her.
Sheila was to regret not having listened or taken his words more seriously because the football player was convinced that she was "putting out," and pursued her every chance he could. The sensual little brunette was adept at avoiding him, yet she continued to thrust her fully rounded breasts in his face and let him see tantalizing glimpses of her thigh. Even so, Jack never got a chance to take her out before school was over, and then Sheila was out on her parent's farm for the summer.
The day that Sheila was to remember forever had dawned very hot, and Jack had hitchhiked out to her farm and cut across the fields. The football player was heading toward the farmhouse when he saw Sheila strolling along in that syrupy wanton way she had. She walked with her hips loosely jutting out, the small of her back curved and her big, fully ripe breasts jutting out and bouncingly firm. He stepped behind a tree and caught his breath. Damn, with a body like that, she's just got to be fucking everybody! She has to! He stayed behind the tree and decided to follow her . . . maybe she was going to meet some guy.
Sheila strolled along, occasionally raising her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She sauntered down to the creek that ran through the farm, down to its shady banks where she drifted under the trees, feeling the coolness like caressing fingers all over her body, and finally reached a sheltered place she knew. It was a spot where the creek widened out into a crystal pool that was hidden from all eyes by bushes, trees, and a natural embankment. Here, Sheila kicked off her shoes and waded ankle-deep in the water, playfully kicking up a spray, with her dress showing a flash of nakedly white thigh. Here, in the tiny glen, Sheila felt that she was safe to do as she wanted.
The young brunette hadn't counted on the prying eyes of Jack Cheever, football star . . . and horny stud who had made his quiet way up and along the embankment, and now stood looking down as Sheila tossed her thick mane of black hair. He crouched down behind a tree on the top of the knoll and watched Sheila sprawl in the grass and turn her face up to the warming sun. Her face was delicate, with a slender nose that ended in a provocative tilt. There was also a tilt to her wide-set pale green eyes. Her face was delicate and feminine, right down to her wide, fleshy mouth.
But it was her voluptuous young body that excited the youth and made him chew on his lips. He watched from behind the tree and saw Sheila lean all her weight back on her arms, letting her head fall even further back so that her face and throat were presented to the warming sun. She raised one leg and bent the knee. Jack held his breath as he watched the plain little dress slide over the knee and reveal her firmly white thighs. Jack saw her sprawled with the hem of her dress in her lap and her legs spread as she let the knee wantonly fall over to one side, revealing her loins, revealing all her virginally budding secrets, revealing the tight white band of her panties that so snugly held and hid her pussy. Jack stared as though mesmerized at the flimsy white panties covering the treasure he wanted so badly, then blinked and wiped sweat from the palms of his hands by rubbing them on his levis.
Holy Christ, does she know I'm watching? Is she putting on this show just for me?
Sheila lolled back, her eyes closed, smiling slightly at the kiss of the sun on her face and neck. It felt so good! The rays caressed her flesh and made her tingle in a drowsy kind of way. A slight breeze blew and sent ripples of pleasure over her face. Sheila listened for a moment while lazily thinking how nice it would feel if she were to . . .
Young Cheever was like an Indian, freezing immediately when he saw the girl sit up and open her eyes and look around. Slowly, he sank back into the shade of the tree and held his breath. With one eye, he watched Sheila glance around and cock her head as if listening for something. Had he made a noise or did she hear someone coming?
No! He held his breath and felt his rapidly awakening penis give a hard jerk in his pants as he saw her unbuttoning the front of her dress and pull it free of her creamy shoulders and gather it around her incredibly slender waist. Jack's mouth went dry as he saw her sitting with her breasts looking so big and full-blown that they were literally stuffed into the brassiere and were straining to burst free. He watched as Sheila reached behind her with both arms. Her breasts jutted forward and up as she worked with the clasp in the hollow of her back. Her fingers snapped the clasp and her ripely fleshed mounds sprang quiveringly free.
Jack almost yelled and his penis jerked again so powerfully in the tight confinement of his jockey shorts that he bent over in pain.
Jesus Christ, her tits are beautiful!
His mouth was as dry as sand as he looked at her two nakedly free breasts with their tightly tensed nipples so dark and round. He watched her breasts quiver and shake in a wantonly provocative way; they were ripe and round with heavy half-moons of shadow under them as she again leaned back all her weight on her arms and let her head loll back with her eyes closed. Her breasts were jutting up, right at him and the football player felt he could leap up, run down, surprise her, and grab those tits in his hands.. . and pinch them and massage them ... and put his hungry mouth over those tautly teasing nipples and bite and suck on them. He bent over again, forced to adjust his swelling cock in his pants.
"Jesus, I'm in for a show!" He whispered the words in his dry caked mouth.
His hand swatted at the sweat forming on his upper lip just as Sheila sat up again and looked around with a dreamy expression. Jack sank back further, keeping one eye on her and one hand on his painfully tight groin.
Sheila was feeling good, very good . . . and a little bold and wicked. Supposing someone should come along? She smiled, knowing that no one would. Only her mother was at home, and she was doing the wash. Daddy wouldn't be back from town until night.
Satisfied, she felt safe, felt that this was her day, her hour, that she could be safely alone and do exactly as she pleased, that she could be free and enjoy the sun. Free! The word hummed through her head like a song, a wantonly sensuous song. She cupped her nakedly quivering breasts with either hand, touching them softly and intimately, her fingertips brushing across her already distended nipples. A thrill of lustful desire swept through her body, mixing, smoky and brooding, in her groin. Her entire young body seemed to, for a minute, throb with the hotly liquid desire of being a ripe woman.
Sheila almost lost her balance as she felt desire ripple through her body in increasing undulations as her fingertips brushed back and forth across her nipples. It felt so good!
Jack watched, his cock rock-hard now and pressed throbbingly up against his stomach.
God damn! She's acting like some kind of whore!
Lust twisted his face as he watched the unsuspecting girl gently teasing and exciting herself. He was right about her. She was putting out! Somebody definitely was getting her nooky! He clenched his fists and crouched low behind the tree, preparing to charge.
He was just about to go barreling down the hill as if he were pulling off an off-tackle plunge when he froze, catching his breath in an audible way he was afraid she heard. She was sitting up again and using her hands to push the dress down over her creamy-white hips. Jack held his breath as he watched her rocking from one cheek of her buttock to the other, wiggling, writhing lazily and brazenly as she slipped the bunched up dress down over her thighs and all the way down to her knees. She sat for a moment in her little white bikini panties, feeling so drowsy in the sun.
Jack licked his dry lips and watched her with her naked breasts caught between her arms, pressing her cleavage tightly deep. Her breasts ballooned between her arms, making her nipples more tautly tempting than ever before. His eyes greedily took in her firmly flat stomach with its navel plainly visible as her abdomen tautly rippled when she again leaned back on her arms and tossed her wild black mane of hair.
Sheila basked in the gently, sensuous warmth of the sun. She closed her eyes and felt it warming her all over. On an impulse, she again sat up and hooked her dainty thumbs in her flimsy panties and pulled them off, feeling a rush of cooling air on her heat-moistened vaginal slit and in the deeply tight crevice of her buttocks.
Jack felt his body quivering like a big cat ready to leap. There she was before him, totally naked, her sensually voluptuous body so young and firm with a rubbery kind of resilience. He watched her breasts-twin white orbs-quiver elastically as she moved, lying down and stretching out in the hot sun. He saw her young naked loins moving enticingly as she stretched her legs. His eyes were drawn to her groin where her firmly shaped thighs met her nakedly tempting torso and he saw her softly parted pubic hair and her vaginal furrow. His eyes fastened on that slit and he caught a glimpse of warmly pink cuntal flesh as she lazily spread her legs. Her pulpy pussy lips were already glistening and swelling even as he watched. His cock throbbed and lunged once like a wild animal seeking freedom, and he gritted his teeth hard in an effort at self-control.
Sheila lolled back, eyes closed, basking in the gently warming rays of the sun and gradually becoming sensually aware of her own naked body. She felt her vagina growing moist with a throbbing itch, and her hands whispered over her ripely straining breasts once more, her fingers teasingly skimming back and forth. Then she let her hands trail down, down over her contoured stomach and over her navel to the sparse triangle of pubic hair. Her fingers lazily brushed back and forth. She felt wantonly hot and she raised one knee slightly as her fingertips skimmed down the length of her wetly swelling slit. She felt the moist warm heat of her own cunt, and a tiny moan of delight escaped her lips. The sun, her hands, they felt so good!
Her fingers began tenderly probing and teasing her clitoris into an erect life of its own. She felt a rippling erotic pleasure tingle through her nakedly aroused young body as her vaginal lips grew wet and began pulsating under her gentle ministrations. She felt so devilishly wicked as she allowed her hips to jut obscenely upward while her finger slid up and down the heatedly lubricated slit in an ever increasing rhythm.
A crash from up on the embankment made the young brunette sit bolt upright, a strangled cry frozen in her throat. She didn't have any time to move before Jack Cheever crashed on top of her with a savagely guttural snarl. Sheila was knocked completely over, her naked loins flashing, her young breasts bouncing. They rolled over and over under the impact of his charge and ended up right next to the pond, with Jack on top of her.
Sheila was seeing stars, and her lungs felt like they were on fire as she gasped for breath and tried hard not to pass out. She opened her mouth to cry out but Jack clamped his hand roughly over her mouth. "Shut up, you bitch," he snarled. His wild-eyed face was only inches from hers. She could smell beer on his breath. He had been drinking again! His lips were twisted in a facsimile of a grin. "You make a sound, you make one peep, and I'll beat the living shit out of you!"
The words were hissed, spat out in her face, and her whole body tensed as she tried to shrink away from him. He gradually removed his hand from her mouth, keeping one finger held up as a warning. Slowly, he removed his weight, getting up and allowing her to catch her breath with her breasts ripely heaving up and down in front of his eyes. She watched him with wide-open eyes as he began taking off his shirt. Jack was her age, and not fully developed yet, but he was powerfully built for his age. She saw his muscles rippling as he unzipped his faded levis and stepped out of them.
She gave a gasp of terror as she saw the hugely obscene bulge in his jockey shorts. His penis was so big he had trouble getting it out of the underwear until finally it sprang free with a life of its own. Her hand flew to her mouth as he stood nakedly menacing over her. His cock! It was so huge! She had never seen anything like it. He held it lightly with one hand, a sadistic grin on his brutal young face. She stared up at the lust-swollen, blood-red mushroom head. She saw his thick white shaft with the bulging veins and, as she watched, her heart pounding, he pulled back the tautly tight sheath of foreskin and the flanged head ballooned out, red and shining. "No!" she cried, her voice trembling.
"Come on, you're putting out," he growled, "You gonna put out for me."
"N . . . no! Never, n . . . never b . . . b . . . before!" she stammered.
"Don't give me that crap." He crouched over her, his voice grating, his long massively pulsating cock held firmly in one hand. "I'm going to fuck you to within an inch of your life."
"NO! HELP!" Sheila rose up, crying out as loud as she could. She never even saw the punch. She felt it as the world seemed to explode right in front of her eyes; her head snapped around and she fell backward heavily, feeling the pain sponge deeply into her face.
Jack kneeled over her naked young torso, sitting on her stomach and slapped her face back and forth with an open hand. Sheila tried to ward off his stinging blows but found she was too weak and stunned to have much effect. His strength was incredible and brutally effective as he seized her wrists and bent her arms back above her head just as his hotly wet mouth clamped over hers and she felt his hot tongue wetly probing into her mouth.
She tried to yell, but his fiery hot tongue slid in her mouth and lewdly lashed at her own tongue. The terrified young girl fought for her breath as his tongue pumped lewdly and wantonly in and out of her mouth. Despite her terror and pain, a certain lascivious pleasure rippled through her body.
Jack was grunting like a madman as he pulled his cruel wet mouth away from her bruised lips and hissed, "You make one sound, I swear I'll punch you silly!"
Again Sheila tensed. She believed him; she believed he might even kill her. He was wild, his eyes were bloodshot, his breath reeked of stale beer, and his hands were hurting her wrists as he squeezed them tightly to show he meant business.
Jack shifted his weight and looked hungrily down at her large fleshy breasts in all their firmly erect splendor. With her hands forced up above her head and pinned there by his grip, her breasts were arched with her nipples right below his face. With a savagely cruel chuckle, he lowered his hot wet mouth and clamped his tongue and lips over one pinkly erect little nipple.
"Nnnnnooooo!" Sheila moaned, her head rolling back and forth as she felt him first suck, then bite the nipple so hard she winced. Despite the pain, she felt an unexpected ripple of pleasure mix deep down in her loins... a masochistic thrill at being so helpless while his hungry mouth ravaged her nipple, sucking and nibbling it into a tautly hot shape of its own.
"Ohhhh, God, please stop!" she whispered, her voice hoarse, afraid to yell. She shivered with fear as his voracious mouth moved over to clamp on her other breast, and she felt that second nipple being sucked until it ached with a combination of wanton desire and physical pain. She knew there were red teeth marks in the hotly tender flesh of her breasts.
"N . . . n . . . nnnnnoooooo!" she wailed as the young football player shifted his weight on top of her, his thickly muscled chest crushing her ravaged breasts and pushing the breath out of her tortured lungs as he grunted, "Spread 'em Baby! Spread your legs."
"No! Please, I'll give you anything!" Tears welled up in the naked young brunette's eyes from the pain and fear as she felt his heatedly pulsating cock pressing against her stomach; it felt hard and hot and thick and huge! He was going to tear her apart with that big obscene thing!
"Anything?" he asked between gritted teeth.
"Anything!" Tears snaked down her flushed face, and for a wild second she thought she might be getting out of it.
"How about a little nookey?" His laughter was wild and harsh.
Sheila screamed again and received another sharp blow that almost knocked her out. Dimly, her strength ebbing, she realized he was forcing her legs wide. She felt his powerful loins between her legs, and then her eyes opened very wide, and she screamed in pain as she felt the thick head massively pushing on her virginally tight pussy lips.
" Aaaaagggghhhhhaaa!!"
His teeth tightly gritted, his lips twisting open wide, he thrust with all the brute strength he possessed. He was driven wild with the taste and smell of her. He felt the thickly blunt end of his cock spreading her wetly cringing cunt as he bore down hard. She whimpered and the sound caused him to thrust forward with brutal delight.
The flanged head of his cock plopped just inside her tight, hotly quivering little cunt with a wet tearing sound. Sheila felt herself impaled on his heatedly pulsing penis. His massive cock-head was buried just inside of her cunt with her vaginal lips drawn tight as rubber bands around the thick shaft. Sheila was positive he was going to shove his massive maledom clear up into her belly and on past, on up into her throat itself. She trembled with abject fear, sending her cunt into an oddly pleasing quiver around the throbbing head. She smelled his sexual heat, and felt his huge cock like a throbbing piece of hot meat lodged in her vagina.
Slowly, with a cold-blooded brutality, Jack began pumping his hips - moving his rigidly thick penis like a huge piston plunging in and out of her tender flesh.
Sheila couldn't move, and she gasped for breath and tried to keep from screaming as she felt the lust-thickened shaft spreading her cuntal walls until it seemed they surely were being ripped from clitoris to anus. She lay rigid, her cruelly violated young body trembling in spasms of fear and guilt. Guilt! She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate, tried not to think about the wanton excitement she had begun feeling with each brutal, pain-filled thrust; she couldn't help herself, and the more she tried not to think of it, the bigger and harder his penis became . . . and finally she was forced to admit to herself that she was enjoying it!
She was loving it!
A sudden stab of guilt shuddered through her body as she felt her wetly pulsating vaginal lips pinched in with each wonderfully heated thrust of his shaft. On each withdrawal stroke she felt them clinging to his hardened staff, and the obscenely exciting mental picture of what was happening made searing spasms of pleasure streak through her loins and caused her puckered little anus to tremble with delight. She was enjoying it!
She knew she shouldn't be enjoying it, she knew she was being brutally raped, that she was being marked forevermore, she knew it and felt full of fear and pain. Her pain made her sob real tears and babble incoherently for Jack to stop. Her head thrashed from side to side, and she bit her lips against the increasing pleasure she was feeling with each deeper stroke of his hotly rampaging cock. She fought against the itching urge in her hips to pump them lewdly back and forth. The more she tried not to think of it, the more she enjoyed it. She loved it!
There was something so thrilling about being so helpless while being fucked! She shuddered and her mouth fell wantonly open as she gave out a half-cry, half moan. The cry ended in a deep moan, a moan as rich and deep as a cello; the football player grinned triumphantly as he saw her face and began fucking her harder and faster.
He went crazy, fucking her insanely, his thick, wetly glistening cock slamming mercilessly in and out of her hideously stretched cunt, his balls slapping rhythmically against her thrashing, softly fleshed, buttocks. He fucked her with all his might, lifting her hips up off the grassy ground and slamming her down again, ramming all the way into her, feeling his mushroom head slam into her cervix deep in that velvet volcano that was her tight little cunt.
It was as if all restraining bonds had burst inside Sheila for she lewdly threw back her head and thrust her nakedly straining breasts up at his face, all the while wantonly pumping her hips up and down. She was suddenly a lewdly writhing animal, curling her legs and arms around his hard young body in an effort to take all the cock he could offer.
Her mouth was open, her eyes closed, and she moaned with an obscene delight as she gripped his hotly plunging shaft hard with her cuntal muscles. She saw his eyes squint with pain and delight. He grinned savagely at her, and then their needy mouths locked together while the girl ground her hips up into his groin and bent her knees as much as she could. She wanted all of him in her, every last single inch.
Jack gripped her with all his strength, his eyes bulging. He was going to give her the fucking of her life, a fucking she would never forget. He gathered his strength, his teeth gritted. Damn, but she's tight!
He enjoyed the rubber-glove feeling of tightness he was getting in her moistly hot little pussy. She trembled ecstatically at his slightest movement, and he knew she was enjoying it. He could feel the rubbery tenseness in her vaginal lips and the taut exciting way her tiny erect clitoris stood up when his pubic hair rubbed against it. She was loving it! She was a slut and loving every minute of it!
They fucked, their now sweating young bodies locked belly-to-belly as they writhed and undulated. He crushed her with his arms as he gasped, "You love it!"
Her only reply was a low moan and her hips moved as if they were on ball bearings as she fucked up against him with a wanton abandon.
"Tell me you love it!"
Again she moaned as their sweating stomachs slid one against the other. 'Tell me!"
"I . . . I . . . like ..."
'Tell me!" His voice was a growl as his wetly lubricated cock slammed like a jack hammer in and out of her tightly fitting cunt.
"I ... I like it."
"Louder!"
"I like it, I like it." Her voice began to waver and rise as she felt the fucking rhythm increase and she worked to match thrust with thrust. She could feel his heavy balls slapping wetly against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks. Her cuntal lubricant had seeped down deep into her anal crevice as she fucked him with obscene abandon. "I lllllooovvwee it!!!" Her voice was low and wanton, "I love it, fuck it, hurt me, fuck me, rape me!" She was screaming with lust now, and it seemed his cruel hurting hands were everywhere at once, all over her body: at her hips, her thighs, her nipples, raking across her wildly thrashing buttocks and splitting her asscheeks open while a cruel outstretched finger stabbed at her puckered little anus!
"Fuck me, fuck me all night!" she moaned, spitting the word, "Fuck" out with delight and feeling an obscene pleasure shudder through her body at the forbidden thought. "Fuck me all night!"
Jack closed his eyes and thought of nothing but driving it home. They fucked, crushing the wild sweet grass beneath their bodies, slipping and bucking across the slope until they were splashing in the water. I'll continue to fuck her even if she drowns! Fuck it, I ain't going to stop now.
He fucked her as he felt her tensing beneath him and her moaning becoming deeper and more rhythmic; it was only then that he felt his own heated cum building in his balls to the point where they ached.
"AAAaaggghhhhhaaaa!!!" He felt her body suddenly full of a wanton strength as she arched up beneath him and her body began trembling deeply. Then she was fighting him like a game fish before falling back into helpless spasms of searing ecstasy as her first orgasm convulsed her.
That was too much for the young boy and, with a guttural roar, he came, pumping powerful spurts of his white-hot cum deep into her cunt, filling her up so that it spurted out all around his wildly jerking shaft. Then grinning, he pulled his eagerly ejaculating cock out and lit it flop on her stomach where it continued to pump sticky white sperm onto her nakedly rippling stomach.
She lay with her loins and stomach glistening with cum, completely relaxed, feeling like putty, feeling tired, very tired . . . and a little uncertain about her own emotions.
Jack rolled off her with a groan and lay catching his breath for awhile before he got up and slowly dressed. His clothes on, he looked down at the still naked Sheila and spat in the water, then turned and climbed up the embankment.
Left by herself, Sheila had rolled over, sobbed, and lay still until it was almost dark. Then she slowly got dressed, a sad and weary girl and went home. Two months later she realized the afternoon encounter had left her pregnant, and even then it was too late for Jack had been killed the week before in a head-on automobile collision.
Months later, after Jeff had been born, Max Barr, rough, older but a hard worker, married her and gave Jeff a good name. Sheila had married him for the sake of her son, not because she loved him. Their relationship was pleasant at first with both of them going out of their way to be nice to each other. Max was a good person, and not bad looking, but she didn't love him and avoided sex with him. One night, when Jeff was still an infant, he had come home drunk. "Come on, I know you fuck. Come on, you put out for someone else, why not for me? Hell, I'm your husband! I'm entitled."
That was the beginning of a bitter marriage that she put up with only for Jeff. It was for his sake that she did everything she did in life. With savings scrimped and pinched over the years, she opened a dress shop and was successful. She worked hard and long, making money so that her son could have the best of everything. She had worked down through the years, and Jeff grew into a handsome fifteen year old . . . and she was a voluptuous thirty and was flattered when people thought that she and Jeff were brother and sister.
Now, at thirty, she had bought a farm and, more important, she had Project Second Chance. The farm was to give troubled and delinquent children a second chance in life. It was more than that. For Sheila, it was a second chance for her marriage and a second chance for Jeff.
Holding the deed in her hands, Sheila looked at the setting sun and closed her eyes, her lips moving in a silent little prayer. It had been on a farm that she had been raped. Perhaps it would be on a farm that Jeff would come around. Everything was for Jeff.
CHAPTER TWO
The farm meant so much to Sheila; it was more than just a nice place to live: it was the culmination of years of work and planning. Her marriage had been anything but a happy one with many tensions building from the outset. Max had married her like an act of charity, making her "an honest woman" and "giving her child a name." And he soon grew to resent her and Jeff.
First of all, deep down inside, he thought he was marrying a real hot pistol, a woman that he could have some midnight fun with. He was wrong! Part of it was due to his own insensitivity and drunkeness. He would climb atop Sheila, and she would smell beer on his breath, and it would remind her of Jack and that day . . . and she would go as stiff as a board.
Max used to sometimes try to imagine what had happened to her that would put her in such a state. Try as he would, he couldn't come up with an explanation. The fact that she, Sheila, might be angry and guilty about what happened never occurred to him. The fact that she might have actually loved being raped never entered his mind. As far as he was concerned, she was either a cold bitch or the victim of some kind of perverted attack. Sometimes, late at night, he would lie awake with a hotly throbbing hard-on and try to imagine just what the hell Jack Cheever had done to her.
Then there was Jeff. Jeff wasn't even his flesh and blood. Jeff was the product of that perverted rape and whatever happened that night. At least Sheila said so. Whatever he was, the little bastard was a thorn in Max's side. Jeff was, from infancy, one of the most impossible people Max had ever met. And Sheila didn't do anything to help a natural condition. In fact, she made it worse!
Mac had known since the boy was five years old that Jeff was going to get into trouble someday . . . and probably someday soon. Sure enough, by the time he was in Junior High, he was real bad news. It wasn't only the teachers, it was the authorities. Jeff broke just about every rule in school and always seemed on the verge of dismissal. The police were after him because of fights after school and broken windows around the school property. It wasn't long before he was caught in a car with a naked fourteen year old girl and some other boys. A packet was thrown from the car that one of the arresting officers retrieved. Drugs! Pills and marijuana. Jeff was in deep trouble, and it took a lot of money and lawyers to get him put on probation.
Max wasn't at all surprised by his arrest. Sheila was hysterical and had to be put under sedation. It was the way that she felt about her son that angered Max. It was as if he were different from the rest of humanity. He could do no wrong, and Sheila attended him hand and foot.
It was more than that. It was more than just a spoiled and over-indulged child. It was unnatural! Max clenched his fists and ground his teeth every time he thought of it. He finally put his foot down and insisted that Sheila stop washing the fifteen year old Jeff when he took a bath. In fact, Max told her she should stay out of the bathroom altogether when Jeff was in there. "Why? All I'm doing is washing his back. I wash your back," she retorted angrily.
"That's different!"
"How?"
"It ain't right. It ain't natural."
Sheila's eyes narrowed. When it came to the subject of Jeff she was unreasonable. She would never permit anyone to say anything bad about her son. When Jeff had been arrested, she had raved hysterically, claiming the police were "destroying" her son.
They continued to fight for weeks about the bath with Max sticking to his guns and finally winning. Grudgingly, Sheila promised not to go in the bathroom when Jeff was taking a bath.
Yet it seemed that she went out of her way to make up for not washing his back. Whenever he went out, the worried young mother would wait up for him and see that he got to bed. She would tuck him under the covers and give him a goodnight kiss on the mouth. She would sit in his room while he changed, never looking at his naked body while she chatted away. She claimed that she never looked at his body, not even when he was taking a bath and she was scrubbing his back.
There were so many things that irritated Max and made it easy for him to drink. It seemed as if mother and son were always touching and rubbing one another, always kissing or hugging right in front of him. Then, there had been last New Years Eve when they had stayed home. Sheila had wanted it to be a family night. It seemed to Max that a "family night" consisted of spoiling the little bastard rotten and using any excuse to touch him. Like dancing! On New Years Eve, Jeff was even allowed to drink. Max had been disgusted and gotten drunk early then sat and watched his wife and her son dance. Jeff was teaching her how to do a new dance. Max had watched his wife brazenly put her hands on her hips and do a dirty bump and grind according to Jeff's instructions. He had sat watching it, holding down his anger as the boy urged his mother on. She was behaving lewdly, standing in front of her son with her fingers held lightly on her youthful hips and slowly grinding her hips. It had excited Max and angered him at the same time. His wife should be doing it to him, not to her son.
More than anything, Jeff himself angered Max. It was the way he treated his mother and the way he related to Max. He was a sneering brat. He was also a charmer! Max never failed to marvel at the way people were taken in by his wide-eyed innocence. Max was sure that Jeff was not only guilty of the charges brought against him but a hell of a lot more besides. He was equally sure that Jeff would talk and charm his way out of it. And he had! It was principally because of Jeff that Operation Second Chance had gotten started. The judge that presided over Jeff's case had been so moved by the combination of mother and son that he had actually helped in the forming of the non-profit organization.
If Jeff wasn't enough, there was Sheila herself to torment Max. He would grunt to himself and shake his head every time he thought of his wife's voluptuous body. A wildly exciting body like hers and he wasn't getting any. He wondered if other married men were like him, not really getting any from their wives. Sheila had just turned thirty and didn't look it at all. There was a lithe suppleness about her that dripped sex and nothing else. Other men probably thought he was getting plenty, but that was far from the truth. His groin fairly ached with desire for her youthful body. He wanted to bite the nipples of her breasts, to feel the rubbery firmness of her under him while he fucked her to a standstill.
Yet, they seldom had sex. If it wasn't one thing, it was another: she had a headache, or upset stomach, or simply was too tired. If nothing else, she would say, the scorn in her voice, "You've been drinking!" And then he would have another drink to drown his rage.
No, things were far from perfect in the Ban-family when they moved to Second Chance farm. On the outside, they looked like a normal, average, family. Inside the group, they were a seething mass of frustrations and resentments. The world saw a family with a vivacious wife leading the way toward a second chance for all young people in trouble. With money donated, the barn was soon converted into a dormitory, and seven young men, teenagers, were the first to move in. The oldest boy was just fifteen, the youngest fourteen, and all of them had been assigned by the California Juvenile Authority.
The farm seemed to work well. The boys were eager for a second chance and more than cooperative. Each boy was given a project that he had to complete before he was able to leave the farm. To Sheila, the farm definitely was a second chance for the family. Max cut way down on his drinking and seemed genuinely interested in their charges. He liked being with the boys and having long bull sessions with them. It wasn't that the boys were so great, it's just that - in Max's mind -- they seemed so good in comparison to that little son of a bitch Jeff.
Jeff was on his best behavior. The other boys seemed to like him, and he became their natural leader. He was charming and willing, helping Max all that he could. Sheila cooked the meals and ran the main house where Max and Jeff and she lived as a family.
With the coming of Tina, things changed! It was a rule on the farm that no one ever asked or talked about what the children had done to get themselves in trouble. Max and Sheila could always find out if they wanted to, but they liked the idea of trust, and implanted it in their charges. When Tina, just turned fourteen, was I entrusted to their care, Sheila found herself wondering just what the girl had done that caused the authorities to react. True to her code, she didn't ask. She kept a close eye on Tina who was lovely and well-developed for her age.
The whole farm was run on trust. The honor-system was installed and seemed to work well. Both Max and Sheila tried not to check on the kids, preferring that they govern and discipline themselves.
To Sheila, the whole idea seemed to be working almost too well. Max now sometimes went an entire evening without drinking and grew tanner and lost weight as he spent the day aiding the boys in their projects. Sheila paid the bills, kept the house, and cooked the meals. Project Second Chance included everyone: even Jeff! The boy was responding too, being attentive and thoughtful to his mother and ironically polite to Max, his step-father.
It was going so well that Sheila went around mentally holding her breath. Could it be? Was everything as good as she thought it was? She was so excited by the way everything was working out that she couldn't sleep. She took to reading at night, propped up in bed, while Max snored heavily in the bed next to hers. One night, deep in a novel, all her dreams and hopes . . . and pretenses came crashing down around her ears when she thought she heard a sound and got out of bed to see what it was. She wasn't at all afraid, figuring that Jeff had come into the house or that Tina was awake. Since Tina's arrival, Jeff had been sleeping in the barn with the other boys while Tina had taken his room. Sheila wrapped a bathrobe around her slenderly voluptuous figure and padded silently down the hall. She paused at Tina's door and listened. No sound! She knocked, tapping lightly. No answer! She tried the door and found it unlocked. The room was empty, the bed mussed, showing that Tina had at least been in it earlier.
A frown creased the pretty unwrinkled brow of Sheila Barr. There was no rule saying that anyone had to be in bed at any given time. Still though, it was after midnight. She walked down the hall and looked out the window, up the hill, toward the barn. She blinked and squinted in the dark, thinking she saw a movement, a darker shadow in the shadows of the barn. A light, a shaft of light, like someone opening and closing a door quickly, told her someone was up there at the barn.
It could be Tina. In fact, it undoubtedly was Tina. Sheila went back to her room and put on slippers and tied her bathrobe tight around her deliciously slim waist which no amount of bulky clothing could completely hide. She went out into the night and walked up the grassy hill with her breasts jouncing as she took each step. She came to the barn silently, listening, looking for some sign of life or activity. She had no idea what she would do once she found Tina. Fervently, she hoped she wouldn't have to do anything more than shoo everyone back to bed. To reassure herself, she imagined it was just a childish lark or prank.
The barn was silent and dark. She walked around the side of the barn, picking her way carefully in the moonlight. On the far side, the side away from the farmhouse, there was a big picture window. The window had been put there by Max and two of the boys as part of a project. The glass pane looked in on the ground floor of the barn, illuminating a section that was both a work and recreation area.
Feeling a little guilty and apprehensive about what she might see, Sheila peeked in. A low light was on and all of the boys, including Jeff, were awake and in the room. Sheila saw her son immediately because he was illuminated by the light. He was bending over, threading film through a projector. A sign of relief and a smile came to her lips. Tina was there, sitting with the boys, cross-legged on the floor, all of them facing the movie screen which hung on one wall of the barn.
They were going to see a movie! Several of the boys had asked to do a movie as part of their compulsory "project" that they must complete on the farm. Jeff had talked the idea up, saying that the boys had some great ideas and it was a good thing for them to learn how to "express themselves visually." A camera and all the necessary equipment was purchased, and the boys were busy for weeks, running all over the farm and photographing everything that moved. Now, tonight, they were going to show some of their labors. Sheila smiled to herself, wondering how she was going to get them to have earlier viewings without discouraging them. She was about to tap on the window pane when the single light went out and the room was plunged into inky blackness. Sheila instinctively drew back, not wanting to get caught spying on the children, not when she and Max had spent so much time talking about trust and the honor-system.
A cone of bluish-white light stabbed through the air inside and illuminated the room in a soft flickering light. All of the kids were sitting on the floor, their backs to the window, watching the screen that was now awash with light. Numbers-five, four, three, two, one, and then black X's flashed on the screen before a black and white image of Tina appeared on the screen.
It was a shot of her on the farm, walking through one of the many fields, and Sheila smiled at the picture. Tina was a lovely looking girl and whoever photographed her did a good job.
She was about to tap on the pane again, when her hand froze in mid-air. Up on the screen, Tina paused and looked over her shoulder, a look of mild concern on her face. The movie cut to a picture of a German Shepherd standing on top of a knoll, looking down. Sheila clapped her hand over her mouth. It was Kurt, the family dog. The little devils! They've got a story going!
Smiling she moved back into the shadows and hugged herself, squeezing her deliciously full breasts together as she decided to watch and see what kind of story they had made up. She felt a thrill at seeing the kids so seriously involved. She watched the screen, smiling, pleased that things were going so well.
On the screen, the camera turned on Tina again. She turned away from Kurt up on the hill and began walking away, looking back over her shoulder. The camera shot in for a close-up. Her features, delicate and sensitive as fine bone china, were worried, and her prettily pert forehead was screwed up in the beginnings of a frown. Her mouth-which was almost too wide and fleshy for her delicate young features-twisted nervously as she viewed the big dog.
The film cut to Kurt on top of the hill, and standing outside, Sheila put her hand over her mouth. Old Kurt looked menacing from the angle he was being photographed. She knew him to be powerful, yet lazy and gentle. Up on the screen she saw his nostrils flare as he scented the air, and his tongue lolled out as he lowered his body and crept off the knoll.
The camera followed Tina into the field. The girl had frozen in place, looking over her shoulder at the great deep-chested male dog. The camera caught her in profile, catching one breast thrusting out under her blouse. Sheila felt a twinge of consternation when she realized that Tina wasn't wearing any brassiere under the blouse. The breast was caught in a juttingly brazen pose, and the nipple could be seen pressing through the flimsy fabric. Sheila wondered if the shot was intentional or just clumsy attempts to be arty. She certainly would have to have a talk with Tina. She couldn't be allowed to walk around the farm like that. . . not with all of these impressionable young boys around.
The camera cut back to panting Kurt who was coming down slowly off the hill, moving carefully the way he did when he was hunting a rabbit. His nose worked in the wind, scenting something that made his shanks quiver with excitement.
The camera cut back to Tina who was looking worried and began slowly backing up. She took each step in time with those of the great dog as he stalked her. Sheila watched her breasts bounce and quiver in a seemingly slow-motion as she backed up.
My God, she's well developed! Sheila's critical female eye took in Tina's form. She decided she had underestimated her in regarding her as not much more than a budding girl. Tina wasn't "budding," she had already bloomed. Her figure was full and lithe as she moved. Her large jellied breasts moved enticingly under her blouse. Her hips were ripely flaring and moved as if they were on oiled springs. Her thighs were firm and well-developed, her long legs curved and tapered down to fine ankles. The fourteen year old girl was a woman ... in every way except her age!
It was more than that. Sheila realized that as she watched the lush young figure up on the screen. Her looks, her loosely quivering breasts! Her slinky walk! Tina was a sexual thing to watch, and she moved in such a way that Sheila knew that Tina had already experienced sex with men!
The camera cut back to the dog, body low, head out and sniffing, slinking along through the grass and toward Tina. Sheila moved closer to the window, frowning. This was something more than she had thought, this movie she was watching. What did its makers have in mind? She crouched lower and watched.
The camera cut back to a close-up of Tina's face and the girl was visibly afraid. Was she acting or was she . . . afraid? Sheila found herself watching closely. Tina was really and truly afraid, or else she was a talented actress. Sheila found herself experiencing that wildly exciting and chilling feeling of being stalked by a wild creature.
The camera cut back to a long shot of the girl and the German Shepherd. They were in the field that Sheila recognized as being part of the farm, in a meadow north of the barn that ended in a tree-shaded dell. Tina was backing toward the little glen, with her terror-stricken eyes on the dog.
What was this film all about? Why was Tina acting so afraid of the dog? It didn't seem to make any sense.
An answer was forthcoming when Tina lost her balance and teetered for a moment before tumbling down a small grassy slope into the small clearing. Quick as a flash, Kurt bounded after her, his long tongue slathering out of a corner of his mouth.
Tina went limp as she rolled over and over; her eyes were closed, as she pretended to be knocked out. Sheila heaved a little sigh of relief. It was good to see the girl acting again, for her expression of terror had been too real before. Yet it wasn't good to see what the camera was photographing as Tina acted unconscious. The camera seemed to spin around her slowly tumbling form, showing her deep cleavage and one naked breast ballooning out of her blouse, almost showing the nipple as she rolled. Then, her rich firm thighs in all their alabaster glory were revealed as the skirt rolled up around her waist.
Then Tina tumbled to a stop, lying unconscious on her stomach. It was the way that she was posed and photographed that brought a look of concern and excitement to Sheila's eyes. The camera was photographing Tina's firmly shaped calves from her feet! Her long tapering legs were slightly parted, and her fleshy young buttocks were half-revealed under her flimsy little panties, peeking out like plump half-moons. The tight white crotchband cut deep into the cuntal crevice that was so darkly and temptingly exposed to the camera's probing eye.
Sheila drew herself up. This was going a little too far! The boys shouldn't have photographed this scene that the camera was so lovingly and longingly looking at as it moved slowly up her legs, examining each sensuous curve and movement of the girl's naked flesh. The whole screen was filled with Tina's delicately exposed buttocks in all their full, firm, enticingly exciting glory!
This had to be deliberate! This snacked of lewdness!
Sheila was ready to stalk off and into the barn and confront the kids with a righteous anger. Something told her to wait, to gather more evidence then confront the whole group of them! Something made her stop and wait and see how far Jeff, her son, was involved. For Jeff's sake, she had to know; it seemed obvious that he had been corrupted by the other boys.
The camera suddenly cut back to Kurt crouching over Tina like some great threatening monster. His great panting head was just above her nakedly exposed lower ass cheeks. He lowered his massive head and his long wetly glistening tongue licked up the length of her cuntal crevice through the flimsy panties! His nose nuzzled between the fleshy twin cheeks of her buttocks that shook like they were full of some kind of jelly as he spread them apart.
Sheila couldn't have been more shocked. She was sure that Tina was feigning unconsciousness. Her body seemed utterly relaxed as the great beast nuzzled and licked lasciviously at the deep crevice between her buttocks. Then, Sheila wasn't sure, but she thought she saw Tina spread her legs slightly more as Kurt's long tongue lashed at her buttocks. Then she was sure! The girl was slowly and wantonly spreading her legs as if she wanted more.
My God, what is this!
Sheila had expected that the children were up to something naughty, but never anything like this! What she was looking at was something that was planned to be obscene and perverted!
The shocked young mother watched with an open mouth as she saw the young girl spread her legs wide, bending her knees as the great tongue continued to wetly lick the sopping white band of her panties. The camera cut suddenly to a close-up of her face. Tina's eyes were closed, but it was obvious that she was conscious. Her whole expression was twisted in a wanton and lewd smile. Tina was utterly and completely depraved as she reached around with her hands and slowly and deliberately pulled her tight panties down so that her whitely rounded buttocks were completely naked and exposed to the savage licking of huge Kurt. The dog responded to the sight and scent of her nakedly voluptuous flesh, and his tongue lashed out, thickly wet as it ran up and down the length of her narrow, hair-lined slit.
Adding to the exciting depravity of the moment, Sheila saw Tina's fingers lazily and slowly part the fleshy mounds of her up-thrust buttocks, permitting Kurt's great tongue to snake over the rubbery bud of her anus that she so wantonly exposed to the camera's view.
This was obscene! What had the children been up to? Whose sick mind was behind this filth?
Sheila was struck numb by the enormity of what she was watching.
What kind of a person was Tina?
An answer was forthcoming as the aroused young girl rolled over, hastily kicking off her panties and shoes as her fingers fought with the snap at the waistband of her skirt. She unclasped the skirt and wiggled and kicked her legs free of it. Then she lay on her back, wantonly grinning, stark-nakedly lewd and exciting from the waist down as she slowly spread open her thighs, revealing her moistly perfumed vaginal lips to the great panting dog, Kurt.
The camera cut to a view that made Sheila catch her breath. The camera was right up between Tina's thighs and photographing a close-up of her wetly twitching cunt. It was all there, on the screen, in detail: the ragged, fluted lips so deliciously swollen and wetly spread to glisten in the camera light. The whole long length of her pussy slit was right there on the screen. And, as Sheila watched in stunned disbelief, she saw Tina's trembling fingers come and slowly spread the eagerly pulsating walls apart and reveal the hot inner recesses of her young cunt.
The images were coming with rapidity and stunning impact on Sheila's senses. She was bombarded with shocks and excitements. Somehow, in a strange way, she couldn't help but be fascinated by the lewd sight she saw on the screen.
Tina obviously was nothing but a slut, a nymphomaniac who would do anything!
The camera suddenly cut to huge Kurt crouched pantingly between her wide-spread legs.
Who was making this obscene film? Sheila dreaded even to think the name.
Her thoughts jerked back to the movie. The giant German Shepherd lowered his head to Tina's soft, hair-covered pubic mound and sniffed at it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. Tina moaned as the cold nose, nuzzling deep, suddenly made contact again with her tiny puckered anus. She spread her legs even wider, obscenely bending her knees up until they were crushing her breasts. She moaned again as Kurt's tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the quivering tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy anal ring.
Then the dog began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit up between her firm young thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the crinkled little brown anus, up to the fluted pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny nerve-bud of her clitoris. His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between Tina's wide-spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the huge dog lapping and sniffing at her naked loins.
Sheila shuddered, horrified and fascinated by what she was watching. She had never dreamed that adults - let alone kids - acted in such an obscene way. Tina seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. She was a willing victim! Sheila felt that somehow this obscene act she was watching must be stopped. But how? It was already done and the children were watching it the way people would watch a world-premiere! And her son, Jeff; he was obviously involved. How could she break this thing up, how could she expose this wantonly lewd act without implicating her son? She didn't know, and her and her indecision, combined with her morbid fascination, caused her to watch rather than act.
It was fascinating! She couldn't deny it! There was something so lewd and brazen about the way Tina was acting with old Kurt; something that made her continue to watch with glazed eyes and an open mouth.
Up on the screen, Tina raised her hands, holding them in trembling indecision for a moment above her writhing young body, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.
Her mouth open in a silent moan as she kicked back her legs over her head and pulled the dog's nose forward into her wetly pulsating pussy. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her upthrust vagina without mercy. Silent shrieks streamed from her lips; pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating up between her wantonly writhing upturned buttocks. He worked like the savage beast that he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him . . .
Sheila heard groans coming through the window from the room within. She gasped for breath and tore her eyes from the wild spectacle on the screen and saw the boys grouping around Tina in the dark. She wasn't sure and she couldn't see too well, but she was fairly sure they were stripping her of her clothes. My God, they won't stop at anything!
The startled mother's eyes simply had to return to the screen and the obscenity she saw there. Again, all she could do was watch with her mouth excitedly hanging open as her breath came in light, little pants. She hadn't been excited like this since fifteen years before when she was raped! All those years of denying and repressing were now being paid for. She felt a raging re-awakening! Her vaginal lips were creased, swollen, and throbbing and she could feel the heated moistness of her cuntal slit. Lust rolled and churned in her suddenly awakened loins!
The dog lifted his head from Tina's pussy to nose her over on her stomach in servile surrender; the wildly writhing young girl's resistance had evaporated under the heat of the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her tight little cunt. She was enslaved by the huge dog panting over her; her nakedly quivering body spread-eagled, face down on the ground. With a quick desperate movement, she pulled her blouse off, her big bare breasts quivering and jiggling as she did so. She lay stark naked as the German Shepherd lowered his huge head again, the thick tongue wetly slithering in the exposed crevice between the moaning girl's buttocks.
Tina twisted back toward him lasciviously, reaching again to spread the ivory globes and give full access to her tightly puckered anus. The tongue lashed her for another long, exciting moment . . . and outside, Sheila felt the aching hunger inside her own love-starved cunt spread from her abdomen up to her lovely, passion-swollen breasts.
Kurt now was nuzzling under Tina's lust-hungry loins, pushing his massive head between the ground and her pelvis. Sheila's eyes widened in disbelief as the dog's head lifted, raising the girl's buttocks. What he wanted was plain-and Tina obediently knelt, elevating her ass while the camera moved in for a close-up. Again, the screen was filled with Tina's moistly glistening anus and cunt that had been so orally ravaged by Kurt.
Tina bent before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat; crushing her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her erotically over-sensitive organs for interminable minutes.
The camera pulled back to show Tina on all fours with huge Kurt mounting the spread rounds of her buttocks, paws on her back. It was then that Sheila saw that leather mittens had been lashed to the dog's forefeet to prevent his claws from wounding her. The dog's glistening scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping; the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and the thick shaft in her body.
Sobbing with passion, Tina looked back, shifting her youthfully rounded buttocks to try and capture the lengthening shaft; like a bitch in heat, she strove to sheath the long, scarlet organ in her voraciously grasping pussy. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily-relaxed anus, and entered about a half an inch. Her mouth open, Tina tensed, evading the bending, up-slipping prod in fright, but the dog returned immediately to the attack: having tasted partial success. Mindlessly, he thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath, into the soft, hair-nested cuntal crevice, rubbing against the clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused shaft rubbed heatedly between them. Out of control, the dog curled back his lips, growling in frustration as the girl, in desperation, reached back and grasped the slippery organ to guide the point of it into her pink-red slit.
Sheila could hear youthful groans of disbelief coming through the window pane as all in the room looked up at the big screen and saw the giant German Shepherd jerk forward and bury his huge cudgel deep up the squirming girl's wetly grasping cunt. The thick animal cock slithered forward with a wetly hot rush until it was sunk to the hilt, its hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A silent moan of relief crossed the features of Tina up on the screen as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet each eager thrust of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd little circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her rapture-contorted face turned sideways toward the camera so all could see fully the effect the German Shepherd's penis was having. Her large, taut breasts danced tightly and teasingly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the skewering cock of the dog as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless, hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself snugly up in her belly.
Sheila's breath was coming in tight gasps and the burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity with each moment she watched Tina being ravished. Despite being out in the night air, the young mother's sensually voluptuous body was beginning to perspire as she watched the lewd movie. Sweat trickled down the deep cleavage between her breasts. Perspiration snaked in a silver river down over her belly and mingled, burning, in her pubic hair. Her cuntal lips were hotly puckered with a throbbing desire, just begging to be touched, to be kissed ... to be violated! The thought of such a thing happening sent a convulsive shudder through her body, and she felt she would have to do something --anything-- to get relief from the molten hot feeling of erotic desire and need flooding her entire being.
Her mind strayed back to the big screen and the images of the obscenely swaying body of the girl kneeling before the hunching German Shepherd on the screen. Tina had gone completely out of her mind now and was shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast through tightly clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck harder and faster and to spew his cum far up her gluttonous young cunt. She wanted to be filled with the animal sperm and that was all that mattered. Tina was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that was begging to be subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by this panting beast in front of the crowd, and she ground her roundly fleshed buttocks back against his hairy jerking body like another animal. Sheila watched in abject fascination. Tiny rivulets of moisture could be seen building in Tina's frantically rotating buttocks. They glistened in the camera lights and tiny droplets ran slowly down the backs of her thighs.
Sheila reeled under the impact of her rampant lust as she watched the movie of Tina getting fucked so savagely and unmercifully. She felt as if she were about to faint from the sweetly searing touch of her own cum swirling in her loins. She had to watch the picture to its conclusion, she had to stand there and fight her own need and desire and watch the picture to the end. After it was over, she could do something.
She watched their faithful pet, Kurt, fucking into the nakedly writhing Tina's cunt without mercy. Something had to give! It did!
Suddenly Tina's mouth twisted open in what must have been a long loud cry, and she began twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long dark hair churning on the ground. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her buttocks greedily back against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the wildly undulating buttocks from behind. Tina screamed and rammed wildly back against the dog just as he jerked forward and his long animal cock began spewing its hot white sperm in hard spurts deep up in her madly milking womb.
Sheila watched in fascination as the girl's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering young belly. Thick white liquid oozed from her tight little cunt squeezing the penis of the dog; thin trails of the sticky white cum ran down the ivory columns of her legs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward unconscious on her face, causing the rapidly deflating cock of the dog to slip from her mauled passage-way. There was a rapid intake of young breaths making a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the room.
Sheila with her mouth open, her forehead covered with sweat, leaned weakly against the window as the picture ended and the screen was suddenly filled with an empty white light.
The film slapped around on its spool, and the room was dark and still for a moment until a figure rose from the floor and walked to the machine. It was Jeff and he was naked! Sheila could see that even in the dim light. He reached and snapped a light on and looked up just in time to see his mother's tortured face disappear from the window.
He snapped his fingers and said, "May Day, MAY DAY!! We got an intruder!"
As if on a signal, the boys leaped off the floor and ran for the doors.
Sheila, outside, suddenly knew what it was to be a hunted animal. She heard the boys piling out of the barn on the other side and she turned and started running down the hill. She ran for her life, thinking she had to make the safety of the house or at least call out for Max. Max would save her.
Behind her she heard pounding feet-bare feet-coming closer and closer.
Then they were on her. She tried to call out but a rough hand clamped itself over her mouth.
CHAPTER THREE
Sheila Barr found herself helpless, unable to move, rigidly held in place by seven naked young boys. A hand was firmly clamped over her mouth, making it difficult to breathe, let alone yell for help. They held her by her arms and legs, tearing open the flimsy bathrobe to lay their eager hands on her sensuously struggling body.
She was helpless and looked at the farmhouse, a hundred yards away, with wide eyes. If only, in some way, she could alert her husband. Max, who drank too much and was himself too rough and crude .. . Max was now all important and her savior.
"Back to the barn!"
It was a whisper and a command and it came from her own son, Jeff. Sheila struggled with all her strength, digging her heels into the earth. Then they were picking her up by her arms and legs, leaving her torso free to struggle, and began carrying her back to the now-darkened barn. They held onto her legs by her calves and thighs, and she could feel their hot trembling hands on the silken inner-part of her thighs near her vagina!
She struggled and writhed with all her power. She would tell these children a thing or two when she got free! She would certainly have a few things to say to her son, Jeff!
Jeff! She knew he was behind this whole thing. She had known it even when she was watching that obscene film. He was their leader! She took a perverse pride in the fact that her son was the leader rather than a follower. He was a leader and she was proud of him. Proud of his handsome face and his strong, lithe, young body.
A shudder ran through her as they carried her into the barn. A low light was turned on and her amazed eyes saw a naked and voluptuously moving young Tina coming to the aid of the boys. Sheila managed to crane her head and was shocked when she looked down and saw that she was virtually naked as they carried her. Her bathrobe hung open and all she had on underneath was a shortie nightgown! Her firmly curved thighs were exposed and held spread apart so that she felt a rush of cooling air on her vagina. It was with another shudder that she realized her vagina was glisteningly puckered and poised for excitement. Her huge, rounded, firmly full breasts were jiggling tightly beneath the flimsy material of her gown. Their pointed nipples jutted up through the gossamer cloth.
What did they think they were going to do? They wouldn't dare!
They were carrying her to the center of the main assembly room and holding her, while Tina and two of the boys fetched a bed that was against the wall and ordinarily used as a couch. It was slid to the center of the room and Sheila, struggling frantically, was laid on the bed and held in a spread-eagle position.
Fear, a very real fear shot through her mind. They were tying her wrists and ankles! They were really going to do something to her! What? Her mind shot back and she closed her eyes and let out a wail despite the fact that a hand was clamped over her mouth. They simply couldn't do this to her! No! They were thinking of rape! It couldn't happen twice! And Jeff! Was he mad? Was he going to stand by and see his mother treated in such a cruel way? She managed to shake her head in despair. This simply could not be happening to her! It had to be a nightmare!
Yet it wasn't, it was terribly real. Their naked, slim, youthfully beautiful bodies were all around her, tying her ankles and wrists. She could see their young penises jerking into life and swelling bigger as they tied her. Two of them were already rigidly hard; they stood and weaved in the dim light like sightless animals feeling for her body as they tied her.
The hand flew away from her mouth and she yelled, "NNNOOOOO!!!" And then the neck of a foul-smelling bottle was forced into her mouth, bruising her lips; she gagged on some burning liquid and felt it searing its way all the way down her throat and stomach. The bottle was pulled from her mouth, and Sheila fought for her breath almost gagging and vomiting as the raw whiskey hit her empty stomach and sensitized nervous system all at once. She opened her mouth to speak again and the neck of the bottle was brutally rammed into her mouth. Again the fiery liquid gurgled down the back of her throat and tears came to her eyes as she choked.
"Get the grass!" someone whispered, and everyone laughed. For the first time, Sheila smelled an odor in the air, an odor she had smelled before when coming unexpectedly to the barn. Now she knew what it was . . . dreaded marijuana! It explained so much of their lewd behavior. Sheila knew little about the drug, but she knew enough from the juvenile authorities to know it arrested all sexual inhibitions and allowed people to behave in lewd ways that were ordinarily impossible.
Choking, gagging, her breasts heaving for breath, they continued to force feed her, the whiskey spilling over her chin and neck and soaking the flimsy material of her nightgown so that it clung to her flesh and revealed her deliciously full breasts in all their golden glory. She struggled feebly, unable to focus her fear, forgetting to cry out as she felt every nerve in her body tingling and a wildly soothing feeling coming over her brain. She even managed a wry smile, figuring she would soon be able to talk the children out of this stupid prank.
Her reasoning was further confused as Tina knelt over her with a lighted cigarette in her hand. She forced it between her lips. "Suck," she said.
"Yeah, suck!" said one of the younger boys stroking his penis rapidly and rolling his eyes, and they all laughed at his expression before becoming silent and looking thoughtfully at one another.
Sheila obediently took a drag on the cigarette, feeling the smoke to be heavily pungent and sickly sweet. She blew the smoke out.
"Hold your breath," someone said. Was that brutal voice really Jeff's? She turned and tried to see who was speaking but couldn't focus her eyes. The rough, brown-papered cigarette was forced on her again. This time it was Tina, nakedly crouched over her, who said, "Take a drag and hold your breath."
She obeyed as if she were a little child, dutifully inhaling the smoke of the strange cigarette and holding her breath until she started to choke.
One of the many insidiously sinister qualities of marijuana is the way it distorts time. Sheila found herself frowning, looking up at Tina so nakedly and lewdly crouched above her, her knees on either side of her torso, and wondered just how many times she had taken drags on the cigarette. Actually, it was a second cigarette! She had smoked the first one completely and forgotten about it. There was a lot she forgot about, and she tried to remember all she had forgotten. And strange things were funny! It was funny the way she was so helplessly tied. Funny and . . . exciting! It hurt, but it was an exciting lust. It was even funny the strange way Tina looked with her glowing eyes, and the expectant way all the boys crowded around the bed, staring down at her defenselessly naked body.
Tina got off her now and the kids all stood around the bed, talking quietly as they studied her voluptuousness. "A few more minutes while everything takes effect." It was her son, Jeff, talking.
The world was transformed for Sheila. It was as if she were on a Witch's Sabbath-the barn was lighted by candles and eerie shadows flickered on the walls as naked bodies passed before her absent gaze. She willingly accepted more whiskey to drink and absently took the offered cigarettes as a heavy, hypnotic haze settled over the room. Someone turned on a radio and low, lewd jazz whispered throughout the barn.
The sickly sweet odor of marijuana was everywhere as Sheila dazedly watched the boys drink from bottles of wine. She saw Tina, nakedly thrusting her rounded hips out at a boy with a large pulsating erection as she dragged on a cigarette. Their naked young flesh stood out and glistened almost evilly in the candle light. The barn was very hot and it was difficult for her to catch her breath. Time seemed strange to her; and it was as if she were looking at everything through the wrong end of a telescope.
She knew she was in trouble, and yet it all seemed so far away and removed somehow.
The drugged young mother raised her head craning, to look down at her body. Her wrists were tied and pulled up and back, causing her rib cage to thrust itself up and make her roundly heavy breasts jut through the flimsy material of her nightgown. Her robe was all the way open, and the nightgown was riding up her wide-spread and tied legs to the point where she could just see softly curling wisps of pubic hair showing. Her head flopped back, and she found it difficult to concentrate. What was it she had raised her head for?
Again, she looked around, trying to orient herself. She saw youthful faces in the dancing, flickering candle light. .. and slim young bodies grouped around the bed. No one was saying anything. Everyone was looking at her.
A boy reached down and lifted the hem of her nightgown.
Funny, I don't even know him. But, it doesn't matter!
Sheila closed her eyes and tried to keep from languidly and lewdly stretching as she felt a rush of cooling air on her vagina as the boy bunched the nightgown up around her waist. She tensed and a portion of it caught in the deep, fleshy crevice of her buttocks . . . before sliding in a silky motion over her anus and sending tiny tingles of pleasure racing through her body.
The drugged and bound young mother lay with her head back and her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open. Her long slender legs were tied tightly, the rope biting into her flesh around the ankles. Her legs had been pulled apart in such an obscene way that she was practically straddling the bed.
She was tied spreadeagled and stark naked from the waist down, her pinkly glistening vagina completely exposed now. She knew she was lewdly displayed and helpless, and she felt she should do something to object. She frowned and opened her eyes and mouth, but no words came to mind.
They were all crowded around the bed, staring down at her form. The candle light danced behind their crowded, nakedly jostling young bodies. She tried to focus her eyes. Where, she wondered, was Jeff? Was he here? Was he naked and did he enjoy seeing his mother being treated like a whore? Her mind reeled and her voluptuous body gave a frightened jump as she felt somebody touch her.
She felt a hot, dry hand touch her gently along the slit of her vagina. The fingers glided over the fluted, hair-fringed edges of her vaginal lips in an insinuating way. She felt a flush of embarrassment and raised her head to see a naked fifteen year old boy-Bobby Lund-bending over her. She couldn't take her eyes from his other hand. He held his rigidly thick young cock in his hand and slowly stroked the sheath back and forth in lewd time to his fingers drumming on her cunt. Sheila closed her eyes and fought for control of her breathing. "No!" she whispered.
"Hey, listen, she's talking."
"Hey, where are you, Mrs. Barr?"
"You're stoned, Mrs. Barr."
"Yeah, and look at her fucking body!"
"Jesus, she don't look like thirty."
"Hey, Tina, take a look at this bitch, Mrs. Barr! You should look so good when you're twenty two."
"Would you just look at her pussy. Umm-umpt. That's eating stuff."
The voices chorused one on top of another as the youths crowded around the bed. It struck Sheila as curious that they could still call her "Mrs. Barr" while she was so lewdly tied and while Bobby Lund-handsome and so young-obscenely ran his fingers up and down the length of her rapidly dampening cuntal slit. His fingers were pushing harder now, plowing her warmly swelling cunt-lips apart and slipping back and forth in the growing moisture of her inner walls.
No matter how hard she tried not to think about it, no matter how much she tried to concentrate on getting free and back to the house, the captive young mother found her predicament excitingly lewd and masochistically thrilling. She was so helpless . . . and they were going to humiliate her before fucking her. It would be fun! The irrational thought flashed through her mind with the speed of light and she allowed herself to look closely at Bobby Lund with his rock-hard, throbbing young cock in his hand.
In her half-drunk, thoroughly drugged mind, reality and time were suspended, and she was young once again. She was going to be raped again, and this time it would not hurt - it would be fun right from the beginning. There would be none of the violence, and she wouldn't be afraid.
She looked up, seeing the boys through glazed, half-open eyes. They were all bending over her now and at least three of them were playing with her wetly aroused cunt. It felt so good, and she resisted an impulse to wantonly pump her hips up to meet the eager young hands.
The boys leaned over her as Bobby Lund used both his hands to spread her moistly tight pussy wide open, revealing the pink-red walls of her cunt blushing furiously in the candle light. "Damn, she's hot already. Look at that."
The boys bent closer around her loins and stared. They saw her wildly trembling hips and wide-spread, gaping cunt glisteningly wet in the candle light.
One boy, Eddy, giggled and lowered his head and licked his tongue out, snaking it along the silky inner parts of her thighs to wet them all the way up to her sparse patch of pubic hair. A tiny groan escaped her lips, and she fought hard against the heated desire to move her torso . . . and failed. A restlessly lewd writhing began in her loins as the fourteen year old boy's tongue flicked like summer lighting all around her defenselessly naked pussy.
She felt the rush of air when Bobby spread her cunt lips open and heard the obscene way they talked about her. She felt a tongue lick along the shivering insides of her thighs, and she fought against the wildly wanton feeling that was rolling and churning in the depths of her love-starved loins.
She squeezed her eyes shut. What in God's name were they doing to her? She knew she was drunk and probably drugged. She had never felt like this ever before in her life. She was panting from repressed excitement as she felt the strange hands and tongue on the private parts of her sensually voluptuous young body, and she shivered with a lewd, obscene delight.
My God, these are children!
"Damn, look at her!"
"A real hot cunt!"
"Let's fuck her!"
"Yeah, come on!"
"Wait, let's really get her hot. Let's get her to beg for it."
"Yeah, right on, man . .. yeah."
Giggling, elbowing one another, the boys crowded around the bed to watch. Their young hands suddenly were all over her body, pulling her gown even further up, bunching it around her neck, and freeing her magnificently naked breasts.
"Jesus Christ, would you look at her tits! Hey, Jeff, come here and look at your mother's beautiful boobs."
Jeff!
The fact that her son was present jarred down into her mind like some jagged shard of glass and awakened her from her lewd reverie. She lifted her head, her eyes bugging out of her head. She couldn't let her son see her like this! She screamed just as the boys lowered their heads all around her.
"AAAaaaaaggghhhhhaaaa!!"
Sheila threw back her head and screamed an animal sound into the night as she felt a flamingly hot tongue curl up into the confines of her heatedly twitching cunt as voracious young mouths closed over her naked breasts and sucked and nibbled on her nipples until they were nursed into an aching erectness. Tongues were licking her body everywhere, and she screamed and struggled with all her strength against the ropes and the maddening oral assault on her nakedness.
Her struggles only served to worsen her position. Young fingers dug painfully into her softly fleshed buttocks and spread her legs even further until her tightly taut pubic mound was stretched and vulnerable as a heatedly swiping tongue tip rolled over her sensitive little clitoris. She writhed and undulated, her struggles gradually falling into an abandoned, lewdly exciting up and down pumping rhythm.
The shamelessly aroused mother continued her obscene writhing even after the eager mouths, one by one, were withdrawn from her body. She was covered with glistening saliva as she panted for breath with her full ripe breasts heaving and trembling with a wildly surging sexual excitement. No longer was it necessary to have her legs tied open. Sheila held them open herself with all the strength she had in her firm body. The tendons stood out like flesh covered cable along her inner thighs as she spread her legs and moaned with an abandoned delight.
"Hey, Jeff, come look at your mother!" YES! Yes, she wanted Jeff to come look at her, his mother! She wanted him to see her!
She lay writhing slowly and lewdly on the bed, naked, her nightgown up around her neck, her arms still in the robe, her body glistening lewdly from the saliva from so many mouths licking and sucking and biting her wetly.
Sheila closed her eyes and her hips pumped up and down like some lewd belly dancer as she thought of all the young velvety hot tongues that had been driving her toward paradise. She wanted them back again!
The boys parted and Sheila looked up to see Jeff, her son, coming to join the rest with his arm around the naked Tina . .. coming to see her in her helplessly groveling carnal state.
Mother looked up at son and shuddered as a deep, darkly forbidden desire swept through her soul at the sight of his nakedly handsome, young muscular body. She saw his eagerly throbbing cock, that penis that she had never dared look at when she had washed his back. She realized, in a drugged, lewd way, that she had always thrilled at washing his back because she could never allow herself to look down. Always, in the bathroom, a dark, urgent thrill deep in her groin had made her squeeze her thighs together in ecstatic relief. Now, she was openly and hungrily staring at Jeff's long hard penis and she was feeling that same dark, urgent thrill. . . only this time she couldn't squeeze her thighs together because they were tied open-split wide. So she undulated her cunt up in the brazen lewdness, wordlessly inviting her son to fuck her.
Jeff took his arm from around Tina and stood looking down at his mother, while the boys moved silently back from the bottom of the bed. He looked down at her sweating, drugged face and at her voluptuously writhing, hip-grinding body. The tautened nipples of her breasts stood out, hard and bulleted! Her full flaring hips pumped up and down lewdly as she twisted against the implacable desire that shot through her loins.
There wasn't a sound in the place as the boy climbed on the bed and kneeled on hands and knees over the desperately straining body of his shamelessly aroused mother. Each of those watching was holding his breath as they saw Jeff's massively jerking cock-which was bigger than any other there-swelling rigid and hard above her lust-rippling belly glistening with saliva and sweat.
Sheila was in a state of near madness as she felt the rope dig into her wrists and ankles, and the skin grew a raw red as she struggled against her bonds. Her son was putting his knees between her thighs and supporting his weight just above her with his arms. He was going to fuck her! She was going to commit the greatest sin of all and she was going to do it right in front of seven young boys and one girl. She was going to outdo Tina when it came to depravity by a mile. She thrust her lips out and wiggled her tongue. She pushed up with her groin tightly clenching her buttocks together in order to elevate her warm wet cunt which was gaping and glistening with her unholy desire. She had to be fucked!
Bobby broke the silent group first. He backed away, saying, "We gotta get pictures of this."
Jeff pulled away from his mother, looking uncertainly around at his gang while she gave a savage animal cry of rage and frustration and strained harder at her bonds. "No pictures!" Jeff hissed.
Hoots and cries of disgust came from the boys and Tina. Tina advanced, brazen, her hands on her nakedly saucy hips. "It's all right for me to pose for pictures, and it's all right for you to make a movie of me balling everybody, and it's all right for me to make a movie getting fucked by a fucking dog, but it's not all right to take pictures of his precious mother!"
"Yeah. How about that, Jeff?"
Jeff leaped off the bed, his fists doubled up. He looked around with an impotent rage on his face. He knew they were right. "Okay," he growled, "Go ahead, take pictures."
Sheila felt pierced to her soul. Here was her son so cruelly abandoning her. He was going to let them use her in the worst kind of way. They were going to treat her like a whore! Very well, she would act like a whore!
Bobby and another boy came back with cameras and something else in their hand. "Look what we found. Remember, we used this on Tina?"
Sheila craned her head to look. They were holding up a hard rubber penis, terribly big and lifelike-complete even to plastic, flesh-colored balls. The boys held it up above their heads, laughing and trying to touch it as Sheila closed her eyes and let her head fall back in hopeless despair as the black fogs of humiliation and shame swirled about her sensitivities.
CHAPTER FOUR
It looked like a Black Mass, a devil worship, as Sheila writhed in a craving urgency on the bed, bound, the sacrificial victim. The boys fought for the artificial phallus and Bobby won. He sprang between her wide-spread legs with the dildo held in both hands. "Get some photographs of this," he said, pointing the long plastic penis down at Sheila's gaping cunt.
The cameras focused in on the obscene sight and clicked away. They kept taking pictures as Tina lewdly rubbed baby oil all over the artificial penis, making it gleam and shine in the candle light like some ancient tree stump. The naked young girl spilled oil on Sheila's writhing, heaving belly, and she leaned over Jeff's mother grinning, rubbing the oil around in sensually glistening swirls, rubbing her huge breasts and pinching at the slippery nipples.
A wanton smile on her face, Tina leaned over Sheila and gave her a voluptuous kiss on the mouth. Sheila felt the wanton young girl's tongue dart into her mouth while her hands slipped and slid all over her oiled breasts. And, at the same time, she felt her tortured vagina being spread by the huge plastic penis. Sheila forced her body to relax as she felt her cunt being stretched to its utmost. With an odd, rapidly growing excitement, she felt the pain as a pleasant feeling. She closed her eyes, and let Tina hungrily kiss her open mouth as the massive rubber cock began plunging in and out of her wetly-spread cunt.
The boys crouched low and shot close-up pictures of the glistening white dildo being shoved in and out of her tender flesh by Bobby who crouched over Sheila while Tina wetly kissed her mouth and caressed her oiled and gleaming breasts.
Sheila closed her eyes tight, trying to imaging how it all must look. Her body involuntarily shuddered with a masochistic pleasure when she realized they were actually taking pictures of her with a huge artificial cock shoved up her vagina. Her moistly pink cuntal lips clung lovingly to the plunging shaft with all the muscular control she could summon. She wanted each thrust to move her entire pelvic section, and her fleshy buttocks rolled with the action. She knew that what she was doing was insane, that tomorrow she would feel remorse and guilt. . . but for the first time in her life, she didn't give a damn! Abruptly the clouds of marijuana and alcohol fumes returned to devil her senses; she wanted to fuck her son, and she wanted to fuck him right now!
Almost as if he were reading her mind, Jeff-aroused from watching Bobby plunge the dildo in and out of his naked mother's cunt pulled the boy and girl away and leaped on top of his mother with a guttural fury.
They were like two wild animals fighting, biting, snarling as their supple bodies wantonly writhed together with Jeff on top of his cruelly raped mother. He dropped his hand to guide his massively throbbing cock to the wet, eagerly trembling opening of her pussy. Then, with a groan, he lunged forward and his cock sank in immediately with a wetly obscene sound. At once, he began fucking with a crazy abandon as Sheila, slippery and glistening with oil and sweat, strained every muscle with an insane energy as she bucked up to meet his urgently powerful thrusts.
They fucked as though they were trying to commit suicide, with Jeff's hands cupping the warm white cheeks of his mother's ass. Sheila had let her head fall back, and now her mouth hung open as she lewdly pumped her hips and squeezed her cunt around his thick young cock. She knew instinctively that she would never again in her life reach such a lewdly exciting peak of perverted pleasure as she had felt when her son's hotly throbbing penis had slammed into her vagina. A dark urgent thrill had coursed through her, and she felt like it was the end of the world.
The panting juveniles crowded around, taking pictures from every angle as mother and son fucked. "Look at that!"
"That's his mother he's balling!"
"Look at her. Hey, lady, save some for me."
Dimly, in a kind of red-passion, she could see the nakedly muscular bodies of the boys crowding around. Tina was among them, and hands were caressing the girl's body all over. To the shamelessly aroused older woman, it seemed as though she was surrounded by a forest of young cocks. The youths watched Jeff fucking his mother, and they played with their eagerly jerking penises, feeling a wildly exciting horniness at this expressly forbidden act. They were going to force his mother into a gang-bang and before it was over she would be begging for it. The circle grew tighter around the two fucking figures.
Jeff raised himself on his arms, his wildly pulsating penis buried in his mother's wetly clasping cunt and smiled down at her. She dreamily raised her hands, reaching for two of the closest cocks crowding in over her. She found her hands had been untied by someone and her wrists ached, but she didn't care. Her legs had been untied too, but she fucked on, oblivious, her toes still touching the floor on either side of the bed while she pumped her pelvis up against her son.
Her fingers wrapped around two different lust-hardened shafts of flesh, and she squeezed them and began stroking them. Jeff looked up suddenly, his eyes wide and blank, then thrust viciously forward in his mother's wildly thrashing cunt and reached his orgasm with a long animal cry, "Aaaaaggghhhhlll!!"
The boy tensed for a split second as his hot seed roared into Sheila's wetly milking pussy, then fell limp, burying his face in her thick hair. He rolled off her and crawled nakedly to one side, slipping off the bed and onto the floor, where he could watch what happened to his drugged young mother still wantonly writhing on the bed.
Sheila was rampant, still holding onto the two cocks. Young Bobby was crawling on top of her now, a feral look in his glazed eyes. He crawled up on top of her, kneeling on her shoulders, pinning her down in a paralyzing way. He stuck his madly jerking cock in her face, rubbing the thick spongy head of it over her parted lips. "Suck it!" he hissed.
Sheila shut her mouth tight. She had never done such a thing before in her life. The pungent odor of the pulsating penis was strong in her nostrils, making them flare with a sexual urge. In a strange kind of masochistic way, she wondered what his cum would taste like. And, as if reading her mind, young Bobby seized her head and hair in his hands and pulled her head up. He leaned over her, and his long hard shaft flattened out against her mouth, spreading her lips before suddenly sliding, with a slight plop, into her mouth.
He held her head still while her mouth was forced wide open by his thick lust-swollen head.
Feeling helpless, tasting the full impact of the hot mushroom head of the boy's cock in her mouth, Sheila closed her eyes and began sucking - slightly harder when she heard Bobby moan above her.
Her hands still held and caressed two other penises. Now, the imprisoned young mother felt other massively throbbing shafts glide over her naked loins and stomach. She couldn't see, but someone, some young boy was fucking her in the vagina, his cock heatedly ramming its way into her femaledom. She began a rhythm that was set by Bobby fucking her in the mouth. She stroked the two penises in time and tried to pump her hips in the same beat. With a sense of heightened excitement, the young mother realized there were enough cocks to fuck her all night.
One of the boys she was stroking began to moan, and she felt his body tensing with each rhythmic stroke. She sensed what was happening to him, and she increased the tempo until his moans became louder and he crouched lower. With a yell, he shot his jets of white hot sperm squirting across her breasts with cobweb-like strands falling down across her naked arms and shoulders. Sheila groaned and lasciviously began licking Bobby's thick young cock, sucking with added vigor and excitement. Then Bobby, with a loud yell of joy jammed his long, wildly jerking shaft down her throat, causing her to gag ... and he came!
Bobby pulled his cock out and staggered from the bed. The gang members were all getting off her and helping her up now, and she found that she was stiff and sore. They supported her by her arms, then led her next to the bed and forced her to kneel.
Dimly, Sheila made out what was happening. She was kneeling and an impatiently throbbing penis was in front of her face. She took it in her hands and guided it to her hotly wet mouth and rubbery lips. She sucked on it, feeling rough young hands guiding her battered wrists and aching hands to other cocks-all waiting to be stroked.
She knelt in the middle of the room and sucked first one boy then the next in line, while she stroked other young pricks with her hands, nursing them all into greater hardness. Streams of silvery white cum spurted across her rapidly heaving breasts while one of the gang crouched and crawled to pose on his elbows while he took close-up pictures of Jeff's mother in action.
Tina went behind Sheila and stared speculatively down at her fully-fleshed buttocks shaking and swaying so invitingly. Sheila was in a semi-crouch on her knees, leaning forward slightly with her back arched and her buttocks sticking out at an inviting angle. Tina watched them for a hypnotic second before leaning over and licking the length of the shadowy crevice. With a deep moan of delight coming from Sheila, she licked up and down, flicking over her anus in passing as Sheila thrust her buttocks back in a wantonly wicked manner.
It was then that another boy pushed Tina aside and knelt behind Sheila. He crouched low, seized her hips, and without hesitation drove his rigidly erect shaft into her from behind and began fucking in and out of her moistly overflowing cunt with all his might. Her lubricated vagina slipped and slid around his penis as the shamelessly aroused woman squirmed back against his hardness . . . and, at the same time she sucked hard with her wetly ovalled mouth while stroking the two hot young penises in her hand.
The scene grew more heated and less rational. The boys became like a pack of winter-hungry wolves fighting over some game. They were snarling at one another and pushing each other. Suddenly, there was a confused mass of flesh and Sheila found herself tumbling to the floor as the naked youths fell on top of her. The naked young mother lay pinned under two boys as Tina forced her to spread her legs wide before guiding a large, heatedly jerking cock into her pulsating pussy. The boys all fucked her with a wild abandoned fury, and their cum was hot in her cunt and saline in her mouth, and was wetly glistening on her skin. She was panting and her mercilessly abused vagina raged like it was on fire. She wanted to be fucked. She had to be fucked and cum or go crazy.
Not caring about anything any longer, Sheila sucked and fucked and assumed any lewd pose they wanted of her. She became their abject slave and did whatever they wanted of her. She was fucked from behind by two boys in a row. She knelt on her hands and knees, and her body wantonly bucked and writhed while her ripely full breasts danced tightly beneath her. She was laid flat on her stomach while wild, lust deranged youths fucked her from behind. She was turned over on her back and her legs were held up while still two other gang members fucked her both in the cunt and the mouth.
She knew, with a kind of orgiastic suicide-sense that there were enough young cocks around her. There were enough to last her all night; she knew that as soon as one flagged and spurted his hot cum in her or all over her, there would be another hard young penis eager for more. They would fuck her until she passed out . . . and she would rejoice.
Like a leaf floating on water and going with the movement of the stream, the drug and sex-dazed mother flowed with the brutal and endless wishes of the boys. She was right! Bobby would get through fucking her in the mouth, shooting his cum into her tightly closed mouth and falling away, then another boy would be on her. Bobby would watch, catching his breath, becoming interested once again; he would get excited seeing a friend fuck into her cunt with the red fleshy sides of her vagina tightly clinging to the shaft of the cock with all her muscular control. Seeing her cunt-lips roll her pubic hair in with each wildly plunging in-thrust, Bobby and the others - including her own son - became wild with excitement again.
Their insatiable young penises swelling hard again, they would fight to crawl over "Mrs. Barr" again and fuck her some more.
They were cruel and indifferent to her feelings and they kept her going long after drink and drugs and fatigue had made her a stumbling naked zombie obeying their every wish. They even fucked her after she passed out, then weary themselves, they spread her legs wide and took pictures of her cunt overflowing with their cum . . .
CHAPTER FIVE
When Sheila finally awoke, it was to fuzzy degrees of consciousness. She half-groaned, half-moaned and tossed restlessly. Her tossing and turning only made her cry out more. Her body ached from her soles of her feet to the top of her head. Never before in her whole life had she been so sore.
She awoke slowly, gradually realizing where she was. She was back in her house, in bed, next to Max's bed. She licked her feverish lips and, for a split second, wanted to believe that all that had happened the night before had been a bad nightmare. Yet she knew that it wasn't true. Her body told her that it wasn't true.
She turned her head slowly, feeling the sore muscles in her neck. Max wasn't in his bed. She lifted her head and saw that it was ten o'clock. With a start she realized that Max must gave gotten up and dressed and gone out on the farm. What did Max know?
She sat up in bed and tried to think. If he suspected anything at all, he would be raving and ranting at her now. She got out of bed with some difficulty and found her robe on the floor. It was still damp with sweat and semen from the night before. She put it on and walked-somewhat unsteadily-down the hall and quietly opened the door to Tina's room.
Tina wasn't in bed, but her bed was neatly made and the room was neat and clean. A far-off shout made her go to the window and look. Up near the barn she saw Max and Tina walking along with some of the other boys. Tina looked like the typical teenager, and Sheila almost rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
She staggered back to her own room and fell back in bed, the bathrobe still on. It was, she thought, the morning after the night before. How did she put the pieces together? What became of her? If she told the truth, Max would probably leave her and the courts would certainly take the children away from her influence. Jeff would certainly be taken from her.
Tears, real tears of guilt and remorse welled in her eyes. What would life be like without Jeff? How could she go on living? The whole idea, the farm, Operation Second Chance, all the money and all the effort, had all been for Jeff!
And now, now it was all over and done with and she had been a fool.
She sat up in bed, wondering how she could have been so stupid, how she could have been so fooled by her son and by all the children. She wondered if all children of today's society were so sexually mature, so depraved and wanton and indifferent.
And the pictures! Her heart began beating against her rib cage like it was going to explode. There were pictures! There had been cameras present. She sat up in bed, trying hard to think. No matter what, she had to get those pictures back. She had to get all the pictures they had. She had to destroy any and all evidence of what had been going on, and only then could she think of what she was going to do with Jeff and Tina and the rest of them.
In spite of her muscular soreness and mental anguish, the weary young mother managed to shower and dress and get out of the house. In the yard were two boys, making a project out of chopping wood. They stopped when they saw her and gave her a knowing grin. "Morning, Mrs. Barr."
"Morning, boys." She was determined to keep a front up and tried to stare down their brazen grins. She found that she couldn't and she looked away in confusion. "Ah ... d ... do either of you know where Jeff is?"
One of the boys hid his snicker behind his hand. The other boy pointed up toward the barn. "I think he's up there in the photo lab."
Sheila stared at them, her pretty face registering total amazement. He was in the photo lab? The very lab that Max had built, the very darkroom that she had allocated funds for. Now, her son was up there probably developing pictures that could destroy her. And the two boys who told her thought the whole thing was funny. She clenched her fists and tried to think of something to say. She'd show them, she would teach them in some way.
She stalked up the hill toward the barn, almost insanely suicidal in her determination to do something about the situation immediately.
She met Max first of all. He was carrying a hammer and wearing his old fishing hat. He walked to her, a look of concern in his eyes. "You all right?"
Sheila stopped, trying to compose herself. She looked at her husband, and a flood of relief came over her. He was so good to see, so normal looking, like an old shoe or friend. There was a look of concern in his eyes. "Yes, I feel all right. Why?"
Max hitched up his pants and looked off across the farm. "Dunno. You just don't look good and some of the kids have been acting goofy."
"Goofy?" Inwardly, she stiffened.
"Yeah, goofy. Some of them just aren't with it today. They got the flu."
"Flu?" Despite her frame of mind and desperate situation, she felt like laughing. Max's concern was absurd.
"Yeah. Hell, I had to tell them what was wrong with them. I made some of them go back up to the barn and go to bed, and I made everybody take some aspirin."
"That's good."
"Yeah. Means I got to do the carpentry alone. Whup, here comes some help."
Sheila turned to see Tina coming toward them. Again, she was inwardly shocked. She had not thought of what she would do or say when she saw Tina again. Instinct told her to slap her face and drive her from the farm. With a mother's instinct at work, she blamed the girl for the entire situation that now existed. None of the things that existed would have happened if she hadn't come to the farm. Since she was the only female on the farm, it was partly true. Sheila didn't have the character to tell herself that if it hadn't of been Tina, it would be somebody else.
She couldn't tell herself that Jeff was at fault. In reality, Tina had as little choice in the matter as Sheila did herself. Both of them had been used, and Jeff was the prime mover of the group.
Tina flounced toward them like some pert little cheer leader. Sheila stared at her pretty young face in amazement. Kurt, the family dog, was walking with her. Tina astounded Sheila by her acting ability. She waved and smiled. "Hi, Mrs. Barr."
"Good morning, Tina."
"Beautiful morning, ain't it?" Tina was all cuteness and coyly arched her eyes at Max, then shot a side-long glance at Sheila. The older woman felt enraged at her brazenness.
Isn't it." Max put an arm around her and kissed her forehead, paternally correcting her.
Sheila looked at her husband with his arm around that little strumpet and she lost her control. "Max!"
"What?" He took his arm away and looked at his wife with concern. "What's the matter?"
"N . . nothing. It's just that. .. where is Jeff?"
"In the darkroom. Why?"
"N .. . nothing. It's just that I want to see him, that's all."
Max stood in front of his wife with a calm steady gaze. "You'd better take it easy. I think you're getting that flu bug too."
"Don't be silly." She couldn't hide her disgust at his stupidity.
"I'm not being silly. Gave my little helper here some aspirin, and she feels better, don't you, Tina?" Again, he gave her a hug, and Tina laughed and pressed her sensual young body against his.
Sheila glared at Tina. Could she be monster enough to try and seduce Max? She turned away, unable to control herself any longer. She walked away from the pair and the dog, Kurt, who was wagging his tail. They were no longer the same. Kurt was a beast, a monster, a dumb animal used for the most obscene purposes. Tina was a depraved teenager whose future belonged in jail. Max was a fool, and she had to protect him from a bottomless trap.
She herself felt like she was already in the bottomless trap and if she should ever reach the end - get to the bottom of all her trouble - she would find one person waiting there: Jeff!
Max watched his wife walk off, and removed his hat and slowly scratched his head. "Now what do you think has got into her?" he asked.
Tina gave out ribbons of laughter. "Probably a lot of things."
Max shook his head and turned back to his work. "Women! I'll never understand them. Come on, helper, hang on to that board there."
Sheila walked into the reconverted barn and stopped short. She wasn't thinking very well because she had entered the room, the main room, they had all been in last night. She saw the bed she had been tied to and so used and wantonly defiled and degraded.
So many conflicting emotions coursed through her body at that moment: shame and. revulsion at what she had done ... a swelling urge for revenge! An odd masochistic excitement stirred lewdly deep in her loins, and on top of that was a vague sense of fear.
The fear dominated her as she stood in the doorway of the room and looked at the bed. It was pushed against the wall and draped with a blue spread and colored cushions that she had made herself were stacked along the wall. The bed now looked like a modern armless sofa. The room itself was neat and clean and didn't give a hint of the wild orgiastic scene she remembered the night before. Two boys were in the room, quietly reading books. They looked up from their books and gave her leering grins. They undressed her with their eyes and Sheila flushed, knowing what she had done with both of them the night before.
Again, ambivalent feelings fought for the upper hand in her body. A sense of shame and indignation welled up in her to mingle with a darkly sensual desire that actually liked what had happened the night before. A shudder of lewdly wanton feelings went through her. It was true .. . and she knew it! Like the rape long ago, she had loved what happened the night before.
Her cool gaze barely concealed the hot excitement that now flushed her skin. It was lewdly exciting to have young boys look at her like that. She knew that she still had a body that could drive men wild. She knew she had a power over young boys, and the thought was wantonly tempting.
She nodded to the boys in a teasing kind of way and couldn't resist twitching her buttocks a little as she walked across the room. God, the difference a couple of hours make! At this same time yesterday, she wouldn't have dreamed of behaving in such a sluttishly brazen way. A few hours back and she wouldn't have believed that her son was involved in such lewd and indecent behavior.
She saw the red light on over the dark room door and ignored it, walking right in. "Hey!"
Jeff whirled from the trays he was bending over. 'Turn that thing out. Close the door."
Sheila obeyed, closing the door behind her and standing, looking at her son bathed in a reddish light.
"What's the idea?"
"I've got to talk with you."
"Big deal. So you gotta ruin some pictures? Can't it wait at all?"
"No."
He looked weird all in red light. It was so unreal, like last night. She wondered if she looked as strange as he did, like two actors in a psychedelic movie. He put his hands on his hips and stood with the weight all on one leg, a habit of his that she recognized. He looked at his mother with a calm and cool gaze. "Last night, huh?"
She was surprised with the direct calmness of his question. The thought of having sex with her son while others watched sent chills up and down her spine and set madly swirling pinwheels of passion off in her mind and loins. "W . . what about ..." her voice trailed off.
Her son stood before her so slim and tall and hard. He was so young, and she felt a return of last night's lewdly tugging desire. He would never again be fifteen, he would never again be so handsome. "Last night. You're all upset over last night?" he asked.
She drew herself up. "I think I've a right to be."
"Bull."
"What!" She was taken aback at the casual, almost contemptible way he said the word. "Bull." He repeated it for her carefully. "What do you mean? Don't talk to me that way."
"You loved it." He said it as if there could be no argument with the statement. "You loved it," he repeated, "and we all know it."
Sheila stood as if turned to stone. She couldn't think, or feel, or talk... or even breathe. It seemed as if the world had skipped a beat and that someone had just slapped her in the face. It was true, she had loved it! She had fought to have her son fuck her, and she had loved it! No man, no one, could do to her what Jeff could do! He was right, she had loved it. .. she would love it now. She looked at him in the red light with a helpless look on her face. "N . . . n . . . no," she said weakly, lying to him -trying to hide her real feelings.
Young Jeff, taller than his mother, simply took her in his arms and kissed her, running his tongue in her mouth without warning.
He let her go abruptly as she gasped for air and fell back heavily against a counter. She had to fight for her breath as her mind reeled. How could he know!
Sheila now lusted for her handsome son's muscular young body in the worst way. She would do anything at all. She would do with him all the things she refused to do with Max.
He stood close to her and ground his groin against her hips, the helplessly aroused mother felt chills go up and down her spine again as she felt his manly hardness beginning to throb against her mound of Venus. "Take your dress off," he whispered.
Although she fought it, her hot need took command of her body and she began involuntarily unbuttoning the front of her dress, revealing her huge bulging breasts held in place by a small brassiere. She took the dress off slowly, revealing one snowy shoulder, then the other. She moved like she was in a dream, a small smile of masochistic pleasure flickering on her lips. She wiggled her hips and pushed the dress down over her ripely flaring buttocks and watched it unseeingly as it fell to the floor.
Sheila stood with her back against the counter, her breasts jutting out, her ripely mature body completely drenched in the hotly sensual red light of the darkroom.
Jeff stood back with folded arms and looked at his mother's voluptuous figure, taking it in slowly, looking down at her little white bikini panties with a gleam in his eye.
She felt a return of lewd power when she realized that she really excited him. Even though she was his mother, she knew she could excite him whenever she wished . . . excite him sexually even more than Tina.
Looking at him with a lewd grin and partially closed eyes, she slowly reached behind her with both hands, causing her globularly round breasts to stand out in heavy brazenness in front of her son. She fumbled with the clasp of her brassiere before popping it open; her breasts gave a little leap of freedom and quivered like vanilla pudding in the red light.
With one temptingly rounded hip jutting out, she stood in front of her son and hooked both thumbs into her panties and pulled them low so that just a fringe of her pubic hair showed over the top of them.
She took her time peeling them down, turning slowly so that he could see the perfectly twinned cheeks of her ass. Now her panties were nothing more than a G-string, barely able to cover her bulging mound of Venus. A dreamy expression of wantonness on her face, she pulled the panties down over her knees, and they fell silently to the floor by the dress and brassiere.
She stepped out of the clothes and stood completely naked in front of her excited son. He stepped forward and grabbed her by the head, his fingers tangling cruelly in her hair. With a wildly indifferent strength, he was forcing his naked mother to her knees in front of him.
Once Sheila knew what he wanted, she was only too eager to comply. She dropped to her knees and crawled forward, her fingers fumbling with his fly as she winced from the pain of his fingers in her hair.
Like a desert dweller dying for a drink of water, she fumbled in his pants, trying to pull his cock free. She opened her mouth wide, and it closed - wet and warm - over the massively throbbing shaft of his penis, and she heard him moan and felt the mushroom head in her mouth surge and swell with desire. It was her son . . . and she was sucking his cock . . . and outside, boys knew she was doing something dirty in the darkroom with her son.
She closed her eyes in a complete state of lewdness. She sucked gently on her son's cock and tasted it filling her mouth with a throbbing hardness.
She sucked, her head bobbing back and forth as she heard him moan and felt his hips begin to twitch and pump lewdly. She sucked on the head of his prick and twirled her tongue slowly while she reached up with her eagerly trembling hands and undid his belt so that his pants joined her clothes on the floor.
Her arms encircled his slim waist and she pulled his naked young groin closer to her, wanting to get all of his thickened hardness in her mouth where she could suck it.
Sheila thought of Max and how he used to plead and drunkenly demand that she suck his penis. She never would, and Max would sulk for days. Yet Max never dominated her. Jeff, her son, didn't ask her to do anything, he simply made her do it! And she did it willingly.
A lewd thrill ran through her as she realized what power he had over her, how he could make her do anything. Abruptly, though, she shuddered in excitement as she realized that she had a power over him: she could arouse him!
She was going to drive her son wild, she was going to please him like no other woman ever had ... or ever could!
Teasingly, temptingly, she let her fingers play with his underwear, pulling it down gently, a little at a time, a little here, a little there, until it was as low as she could get it without removing her wetly ovalled mouth from his hotly throbbing cock. Tenderly, lasciviously, she cupped the warm muscular cheeks of his buttocks in her hands and rhythmically pulled him forward, urging him to fuck her in the mouth.
Jeff pulled unexpectedly away from his kneeling mother but only long enough to strip off his shorts and then attach her moistly voracious mouth again.
Sheila closed her eyes and sucked on her son's cock while one of her fingers bored for his rubbery little anus and pressed on it. Jeff went wild and began maniacally fucking her in and out of her mouth with long strokes. He looked down and saw her cheeks hollow in the red light of the dark room as he pulled out. Her wetly tensed lips could be seen clinging greedily to his cock, her lip-flesh rolled out as she sucked and clung with all her might. He saw her cheeks balloon out as he thrust in, filling her hotly wet cavity with all of his excitedly pulsating maledom. He felt her hot tongue lashing at his head, teasing him on to greater fucking, and he gripped her hair tightly in his hand as his lips twisted in a leering grin.
He decided to turn the tables and make her cum in his mouth, but not just yet. For the first time, alone, he was going to really tease her. He was going to get her so hot she would beg to be fucked. The idea of hearing his mother grovel and begging to be fucked intrigued him.
His cock rock-hard and wetly shining, he pulled it from his mother's greedily clinging lips and reached down for her.
Sheila was surprised by his strength when he pulled her to her feet and, putting his hands on her rib cage, lifted her until she was balancing precariously on the edge of the counter, feeling the cold metal against her tight buttocks.
Without a word, he stripped off the rest of his clothing while she attempted to caress his painfully throbbing cock with her hands. She put her hands on his head for balance and gave out a loud moan of delight as she felt the hotly quivering tip of his tongue lash at her overly-sensitive clitoris.
She reached down with one trembling hand and, making a V with her fingers, she spread her lust-swollen cuntal lips so that he could better penetrate her vagina with his wildly lashing tongue. She wanted him to penetrate way up into her cunt. She wanted him to do everything to her.
She looked down and stroked her son's head with one hand while her other hand held her wetly glistening cunt wide open. She saw his red little tongue darting in and out, and gave an animal-like moan before frantically swinging one thigh over his shoulder, arching her back, she let him further penetrate her wildly excited cunt with his flamingly hot tongue.
Through half closed eyes, she could see the door opening a crack and letting light into the darkroom. She knew the other boys were watching them; she could even see their heads in the cracks of the doors.
They saw Mrs. Barr naked with her wildly trembling buttocks up on the edge of a counter and her legs spread wide, with her son eating her pussy while she moaned and groaned and yelped . . . and her head tossed restlessly with passion.
Her naked hips began to pump obscenely as she spread her legs and thrust her pelvis down on her son's face while her wetly quivering cunt twitched and contracted involuntarily as his tantalizing tongue seemed to lash at her very soul.
She loved his tongue licking her and shuddered with delight that the boys were watching them in the darkroom. Her nerve endings screamed with delight and she grinned at the boys, wantonly inviting them in with her eyes. Let them come in and we'll start all over again'
The door opened wider as boys quickly squeezed in and, for a moment, mother and son were bathed in bright light as he flailed at her wetly gaping cunt with his tongue, and she smiled brazenly at the boys with her eyes half closed.
Not a word was spoken as she heard the rustle of garments and saw the boys, Bobby and Billy and . .. who was the other one? Tommy? It didn't matter what their names were as she watched them eagerly stripping off their clothes as they looked at her ripely quivering breasts and undulating stomach. Their clothes were quickly off, and their young cocks swelled in the red light before her very eyes.
Not a word was spoken-only heavy breathing and her tiny animal cries-as Jeff pulled his face away from her wet, hotly throbbing pussy, and the boys helped her down on the floor. Sheila eagerly bent down on her hands and knees while Jeff kneeled behind her. A moment later he was viciously fucking her dog fashion, while she began sucking the wildly throbbing cocks of the boys lined up in front of her. She started with the oldest and first in line, Bobby. Kneeling on the floor of the darkroom, Sheila felt the heavily hot head of her son's cock ramming far up into her wetly welcoming womb. She shivered with delight and rotated and thrust her nakedly round buttocks back against her son's stiffness . . . then arched her back and tilted her head so that young Bobby could again sink his long hard penis into her wetly hot mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked hungrily on the heatedly throbbing flesh.
She felt Bobby about to cum in her mouth and she began sucking with an avid strength as she wantonly bucked back on her son. His cock plowed into her hotly quivering cunt from behind, and her enjoyment became almost unbearable when he used his fingers to toy with her clitoris.
From somewhere inside the barn, she heard the voice of Max, calling, "Sheila!"
She fucked and sucked on, half-wishing he would open the door and catch her in the act. She almost wanted him to see her so wickedly wanton, crouched and being fucked, her breasts dancing firmly while she sucked a virtual stranger's cock with a look of rapture on her face.
"Anybody seen Sheila?"
She realized that Max was standing across the room, looking at the darkroom with its little warning light on above the door. Would he think to look? Would he dare?
"We ain't seen her."
"She hasn't been here." Sheila knew it was two boys just waiting to get in. The dark room could only hold so many people.
She almost gagged on the excitedly pulsating cock in her mouth as Jeff fucked her with a wildly exciting abandon. He had heard Max's voice too, and it was as if he was spurred on by the sound of it.
The sheer danger and lewdness of the situation made Sheila cum. She came, her nakedly voluptuous body jerking and twitching uncontrollably as she gagged on the cock and moaned into it, glad that her mouth was too full to scream and thus give everything away.
"She was looking for Jeff. Jeff was using the darkroom." Max's voice said, coming through the door.
"Jeff ain't here either."
"Who's using the darkroom now?" Max's voice was just outside the door, as Sheila trembled in her deeply felt orgasm . . . and her son continued to masterfully fuck in and out of her wildly twitching cunt with a lubricated ease.
"Some guys developing some footage," one of the boys lied.
"Yeah," the other boy agreed, "We're waiting for our turn."
Max's voice sounded gruff. "All right, but you guys speed it up and tell those other jokers to speed it up too. Every time I come up here, somebody is using that darkroom."
"Yes, sir."
"And if you see my wife, tell her I'm looking for her."
"Yes, sir."
"And if you see Jeff ask him where Mrs. Ban-is."
"Yes, sir."
Jeff was on the other side of the darkroom door, his head thrown back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he pumped his whitely hot cum into his mother's hotly pulsating little pussy. He stopped himself from screaming with the last bit of strength he had, then he slumped almost lifeless to the floor, only then groaning loudly.
"What's that?" Max asked on the other side of the door. "What's that noise in there?"
"That's somebody setting down the cans of film on the floor."
Max grunted and they heard his heavy tread out of the room. The boys turned all their attention to Sheila just in time to see Bobby cum in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as he pumped the hot love juice into her greedily working mouth. She swallowed, her eyes closed, and gasped for air as her cheeks bulged again. She swallowed his second load and kept pace with his rhythmic ejaculations as he spurted heated streams of sperm into her mouth.
Sheila sucked at his cock and heard him moan; then he was sagging backward with a moan of delight and satisfaction, his still-spewing penis sliding wetly from her mouth. For a few seconds, her lips were attached to his cock by strands of rubbery cum.
The gang was on her, and turning her over so she could lay down on the floor on her back. She lay down with a grateful sigh as she bent her knees and spread her legs in a lazy, sluttish kind of way.
A boy, Eddy, was on top of her and fucking her. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his boyish back and thrust her cum-filled slippery cunt up to meet his thickly rampant cock. There were seven boys and Jeff. She would have them all once again. Her head fell back and slowly thrashed from side to side as she fucked with all her might while, off in the distance, outside the barn, she heard Max calling, "Sheila!" His voice got further and further off, as a boy lay down with his hips next to her face. Her eyes half-closed, she turned her head and saw a young, eagerly yearning cock right in front of her face.
She took it and put it in her mouth and sucked rhythmically as she heard Max far off . . . "Sheila, where are you?"
CHAPTER SIX
One by one they used her, squeezing in and out of the dark room until all of them were satisfied once again and they left her laying on the floor, softly moaning to herself in a kind of sexual delirium. They had fucked her until her cunt was painfully aching and she was covered with sweat and semen again. The weary young mother lay for some time, heaving for breath, before she got to her feet, cleaned herself off with a rag she found, put her clothes back on, and staggered out of the darkroom.
Her eyes squinted against the sharpness of the light. It was now late afternoon yet she had been in the darkness of the darkroom for hours. She staggered down to the house and to her bedroom without running into Max. She quickly showered and sank into bed with a grateful sigh. All she wanted to do was sleep.
Max was sure she must be sick. He finally found her in her bed. She was sleeping so soundly at such an early hour that he was sure that it was the flu. He permitted the boys and Tina to go to town for a pizza and movie. They were allowed out one night a week. Jeff drove the Volkswagen camper with the ranch's name on the side. It was just a passing thought, but Max meant to keep a better track of finances in the future. The kids always seemed to have money, and some of them were buying expensive clothing.
Sheila slept the night and morning through with an attentive Max never far away. He was all ready to play nurse with all kinds of medicine and hot tea. Instead, Sheila awoke with a ravenous appetite and a strange look in her eye. He watched his wife wolf the food he had cooked down and ask for more . . . and he saw that funny expression around her eyes.
He saw that look more and more as the weeks went by. Sheila barely talked with him and walked around like she was halfway between some great tragedy and triumph.
And she looked sexy! Whenever he did see her, she looked sexy. Her figure seemed to have ripened ever more . . . and her color was better than he could ever remember it being.
And he began to feel neglected. It seemed to him that people were avoiding him.
He often came upon the boys or Tina giggling and whispering.
Tina was sometimes very flirtatious with him. He couldn't say he objected, still he wondered about her.
Sheila was always missing for parts of the day . . . and she had that funny look in her eye!
Putting one thing together with another, all he came up with was a vague uneasiness.
Something was going on that he didn't know about. One night, he awoke and saw that Sheila's bed was empty.
Half drunk, half asleep, he put his robe on and wandered around the farmhouse, looking for her. When he didn't find her, he wasn't too alarmed. He figured she had gone up to the barn for one reason or another, and he had put his hands in his pockets and trudged up to the barn. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a light and heard sounds.
He was met right by the barn by Sheila who came out fast, fixing her hair and pulling her robe around her. "Oh! You startled me."
"Yeah? What are you doing here at this time of the night?"
"I heard a noise," she lied glibly, smiling at her husband.
"Well, what was it?"
"Nothing. Just one of the kids having a nightmare." She smiled at her husband reassuringly and took him by the arm, leading him away from the barn. "Come on, let's get to bed, I'm beat."
Something was going on, and Max didn't know what it was. If he had had any idea of the truth, he would have been in a murderous rage. What was really going on was a pornographic ring with Jeff as the head of it. At first, it was suggested that Tina pose for some pornographic pictures so that they could sell them and have money to buy marijuana and expensive hashish.
One thing led to another with Jeff leading the way. They soon found they could make money-real money if they produced pornographic films. The film of Tina and the dog, Kurt, was the first such film they made.
Jeff, not surprisingly, discovered that he could make far more than dope money if he wanted to. His mother came into his plans, and he soon found himself directing films which starred his mother. One film consisted of her sucking cocks. Another film starred her with Tina. Still another film had her coupled with Kurt, the German Shepherd.
The films were taken into town and sold by a wholesaler to groups on the east coast. Sheila would he awake at night thinking about what she had done and what she would do if ever confronted by one of the films or one of the endless still pictures that were taken of her. There were so many still pictures that she almost gave up caring. She smoked her son's hashish and did his bidding . . . and lied to her husband, Max, all the time.
Max was mighty suspicious. His antennas were out because he felt something was happening, something that he was left out of.
Sheila was losing weight. And there was that different look in her eye-like she half-expected to be killed or thrilled . . . and god-damnit, she was looking sexier every day!
And Jeff! The boy was taking an awful lot of trips into town. And the kids! Aside from holding secret meetings and smirking among themselves, he thought he smelled something once or twice when he was around the barn. An odor, like burning rope, yet sweeter and more piercing.
He decided he would investigate. Quietly, he took to watching what was going on. Sheila was nervously gay at times and laughed a little too loud and long. Also, from a distance, he observed her going into the barn and staying there for long intervals of time. She never mentioned Jeff anymore. Usually, he could count on her to bring his name up at least once a day. And Jeff himself. Max made a face when he thought of his step-son. The little bastard was too cocky. He was pulling something off and secretly gloating about it.
A great game of chess started. Whatever else could be said about Max, it could be truthfully said that he was a lousy actor. He went around with a grim face, seeking plots everywhere. He was playing the detective and it showed. The boys were on to him immediately. A counsel was called and the boys decided what was best to do. A decision was reached after hours of arguing. It was Jeff who summed things up.
"Look, we got a movie to make, right? We can never make the picture with him popping out from behind some bushes. He's not that dumb. He'll catch on to what we're doing unless we keep him diverted. Now, here's the way we go about it." They put their heads together as Jeff whispered out his plot. . .
Max was out fixing the fencing when it happened finally. He looked up to wipe the sweat from his brow and saw Tina walking toward him with her hands behind her back, causing those ripely budding young breasts of hers to bulge out even more. The smile on her face was enticing . . . seductive!
"Hi, Mr. Barr."
"Hello, Tina, what brings you out here?"
"Oh, I was just taking a walk and I saw you and thought, there's Max." She made a cute face. "I'm sorry, Mr. Barr."
Max smiled. "You can call me Max."
"Can I?" Tina seemed delighted and she stood closer to him. "You don't seem like a Mr. Ban-to me. Max seems so natural."
"I'm old enough to be your father."
Tina cocked her head, looking cute. "Gee, maybe in years. But I sure don't think of you that way. Not at all."
"You don't?" Max found himself flattered by her attentions.
"No, you're too sexy to be my father."
They both laughed, and Max found a surge of power shooting through his long dormant penis.
"Well, I've got to fix this fence. Can't have any of you kids running off."
"Can I help you?"
"Nah. This is too heavy work for you."
"I could hand you tools."
"All right." He watched Tina bend over the tool box. Earlier, he and Sheila had debated about having a young girl on the farm with all those boys, but finally figured they could handle it. Max had sworn to keep an eye on her. He had to admit he had gotten kind of careless about it, but now he couldn't take his eyes from her as she bent over the tool box.
Tina had unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse, and he looked down and saw her tenderly ripe young breasts just barely caught and held by a flimsy brassiere. Tina was a child in years . . . but physically, she was a woman.
Covertly, he began to look at her figure with another eye. Her hips were slender yet well-formed. Her legs were long and tapered. He began to wonder just what kind of trouble Tina got in that landed her on the farm. For once he damned the system that allowed the children some anonymity.
Not only did she have a good little figure, but she knew how to use it. Max was lying on the ground, fixing the last strand on the fence when he asked Tina for the hammer. She was standing between him and the tool box.
When she turned and bent over to get the hammer, he saw up her dress. His suddenly interested cock gave an involuntary jerk in his pants as he looked up and saw Tina's two deliciously rounded bare buttocks! She wasn't wearing anything under her skirt!
He couldn't take his gaze from her tightly formed little buttocks that were like twin mounds of snow. The fleshy crevice was full and promised of many secrets kept. Tina seemed to be taking forever to find the hammer, and her naked young buttocks quivered and bunched enticingly as he watched. It had been so long!
He sat up and tried not to look at Tina as he imagined her furry little pussy so naked up there under her skirt. He couldn't stand up because his thickly rigid cock was throbbing into a huge size. He pretended to be busy with a strand of wire while he wondered how long it had been since he had sex with his wife. It had been a very long time.
Up on a hill, far away, Jeff and a camera crew were moving into place like Indians. Jeff set the camera up on a low tripod and squinted through the finder, focusing the telephoto lens. He grinned at what he saw, "Man, that Tina is too much."
"Go get him, Tina!" Bobby said.
"Eat him alive!" Eddy chorused.
"Don't worry, she will," Jeff said as he squinted through the viewfinder.
He saw Max and Tina standing close together. He almost laughed at the horny expression on Max's face. He watched as Max took little Tina in his arms and planted a hard kiss on her wetly parted lips.
Jeff started the camera rolling. He continued to watch as Bobby and Eddy begged for a turn. Tina was wantonly grinding her youthful hips into Max's with all her might. She stepped back from Max and slowly began to take her blouse off. Jeff laughed again as his step-father started tearing at his clothes, throwing them off. Jeff followed his movements with the camera, saying, "Wow, are we getting good stuff."
"Let me see. Let me see!"
"Wait, they're still moving around and I gotta follow them."
"What are they doing?"
"Stripping. Wait until they start fucking."
Bobby laughed. "Old Max is a star of the movie, and he doesn't even know it."
"Never let an opportunity slip by is my motto," Jeff said, as he panned the camera to catch Max naked. His huge, massively throbbing cock was erect and waving out in front of him like some sightless monster that needed guidance. Jeff panned the camera back to Tina who was standing sensually naked, her arms spread out in invitation . . . and her heavy breasts looking like two ripely sweet melons waiting to be plucked. Laughingly, she turned her back and began to run away from Max. But not too fast! She ran toward the camera, her breasts nakedly jiggling and jumping with each step.
Max saw her inviting little ass twitching and swaying as she ran from him. All feelings of paternal care and professional services vanished. He only wanted one thing: her young and obviously available body. It had been much too long!
He chased her down the hill, catching her near the bottom. He tackled her and they tumbled, rolling over and over, laughing in the grass with Tina finally landing on top of him and provocatively spreading her youthful thighs as she did so. Her hair-covered mound of Venus ground impatiently down on his huge, wildly erect cock.
Max tried to grab her buttocks with his big hairy hands, but the fifteen year old girl was too quick for him, she was squirming down over his strong thighs, urging him to spread them. Max looked up just in time to see. Tina clasp his massively jerking penis. He gave out a loud moan of delight as she opened her wetly warm mouth and ran the tip of her quivering red tongue over them.
Max's head fell back and he threw his arms out to the sides as he let out a pent-up moan of frustration and desire at feeling the hotly wet tip of Tina's rose-bud tongue sweep over the throbbing gland at the tip of his lust-swollen head.
Jeff was still focusing the camera in. Tina had picked the spot beautifully. They were in full view through the telephoto lens. They would be able to get it all on film, and poor Max would never know.
"Let me see!" Bobby insisted.
Jeff set the camera on automatic and stepped to a side. Bobby always liked to watch people balling; he lost no time in hunching over the viewer with a lewd grin on his face.
He saw Tina lying between Max's hairy, wide-spread legs with his big cock in her little hand. Max was spread-eagled in the grass and his eyes were blissfully closed. Tina was looking up at him with a sardonic grin on her face. Slowly, still smiling, she put his cock in her wetly ovaled young mouth, and Max's body stiffened and began a slow up and down movement into her face.
Max let out a long sigh as he felt the darkly sensual feeling of her mouth. It had been so long! He felt the slippery warmth of her velvet mouth as it closed over his pulsating head and gently began to suck.
His hips began to twitch in time to her sucking and his hands came down to tangle in her hair. Soon, his hips began to pump as he felt a sweet orgasm-his cum-building in his balls. God! It was happening so fast!
Tina's head began bobbing up and down over his cock. He raised her head to watch her perform in a lewdly rhythmic tempo. He couldn't stop his hips from beginning to pump in the same rhythm. The two of them writhed on the ground in an obscene cadence as the camera recorded it all.
Bobby operated the camera and caught a close-up of Tina taking her tightly compressed lips from his penis which was gleaming wet and throbbing in the sunlight. Slowly, obscenely, she began to lick the flanged head with the flat of her tongue, while Max threw his head back and tried to return his cock to her hot young mouth. She avoided him, though, and in a moment Max relaxed and let her run the show.
Tina was now slowly crawling up his torso on her knees, her breasts slowly quivering. She never let go of his impatiently jerking penis with her hand as she crawled the length of him. She was getting into position to squat over Max's loins and fit his long massive hardness in her cunt. Just as she was positioned, Max seized her slim, teenaged waist with his thick hairy hands and pulled her pussy on up toward his face.
The naked young girl complied with a lewd grin and moved up, her thighs on either side of his thick torso, until her wide-spread, pinkly glistening cunt lips were sliding through the thickly matter hair of his chest.
She felt his strong calloused hands cup her buttocks by either cheek and lift her slightly as his red, quivering tongue snaked out and he wetly lashed at her cunt while she stiffened, moaned, and let her head fall back with her mouth open.
Max held the teenage girl in place with his strength as his tongue oozed slowly into the depths of her heatedly pulsating pussy. He pushed deeply into the lubricated depths of her eager young cunt and felt her involuntary twinges. Her succulent, perfumed flesh was lewdly exciting to hold and lick. He put his ovalled mouth around her cuntal lips that were so firm and swollen, and he sucked and thrust his tongue in and out at the same time.
Tina gave out a shrill, bird-like cry of amazement and delight, and her nakedly voluptuous body whipped as if it had been struck by a bolt of lightning. She reacted again and again, as he sucked gently on her hotly throbbing pussy.
Before, it had been Tina setting out to cold-bloodedly seduce Max. She had succeeded admirably, but now it was she who was being seduced. Boys had gone down on her before. Even Mrs. Barr had licked her tightly gaping pussy. None had ever done it with the subtlety of Max. She loved what he was doing! She found herself being driven mad by it! It was good, but she had to have something in her fiery pussy, she had to have something rammed up there . . . something hard - like this older man's wonderfully big and hard cock!
Twisting, her head thrashing back and forth, her hair whipping through the air, Tina finally pulled herself free from his lewdly exciting mouth and crept down his torso, feeling for his rock-hard penis.
She found the massively throbbing pole and seized it with both hands, feeling it still wet from her earlier sucking. Slowly, she pulled the thick foreskin back, revealing the blood-filled, throbbing head. She held it rigidly in place while she squatted . . . and then slowly sat down on it, her tight little pussy gradually devouring the huge fleshy staff.
Max went wild. He seized her cruelly by the hips with his thumbs digging into her undulating belly and fucked up into the naked young girl with all his might.
Jeff was back at the camera again, pushing the boys away. "Let me get the critical footage." His eye focused in on Max's big thick cock thrusting in and out of Tina's tightly clasping cunt. The long hard penis wetly glistened in the sunlight as it pumped in and out completely covered with her shining cuntal lubricant.
Adjusting the telephoto lens, Jeff pulled back slightly, allowing him a shot of Tina bucking and undulating on top, while the older man's hairy arms crept up her torso until his tightly grasping hands massaged and caressed her ripely dangling young breasts.
He was bucking and pumping wildly while he mauled her breasts at the same time. His hip-thrusts were growing more brutal with every thrust, and he was lifting them both off the grassy ground with his thrusts until Tina lost her balance, teetered, then fell over to one side.
They were parted only a second. Max was up and springing on her so hard she grimaced and fell limp under him.
Jeff re-focused the camera to catch the action as Max crawled on top of her and she wrapped her slender teenage legs over each of his shoulders and locked her ankles around the back of his neck, her hot little cunt thrust up and open. Max's wildly pulsating penis waved in the air over her for a split second. Then he thrust, shoving his hips forward with one merciless lunge . . .
Tina heard and felt his long hard rod plunge home with a lewdly wet sound as he began to fuck her without pity. Tina hung on to his shoulders for all she was worth, as he viciously sawed in and out of her with savage strokes.
Jeff adjusted the lens in order to get the whole scene as their two nakedly fucking bodies writhed together in the middle of a pasture. He saw his step-father fucking Tina so hard that the older man was banging her across the grass, slamming down in to her while his balls slapped lewdly at her defenselessly upturned buttocks. It had been so long!
It had been so long since he had had sex. It had been even longer since he dreamed of having such a delectable piece of ass like Tina! He loved fucking her and felt a smokily violent stirring in his balls. It was a feeling that threatened to explode inside of him and blow him apart. It was so intense and strong that, for a second, he was afraid. Yet it was a feeling that spurred him on to suicidal actions. He closed his eyes, tightly gritted his teeth, and threw back his head, and gave her everything he had - wanting it to be as good for her as it was for him.
They came almost at the same time. Tina was a little ahead as she began trembling all over and she threw back her head and moaned aloud while her sensual little teenaged body jerked back and forth convulsively.
Max came with a bull-like roar the boys heard all the way up on the hill. He popped his eyes and came again and again, pumping spurt after spurt of white-hot semen into her tightly twitching cunt.
Jeff filmed the scene right down until Max collapsed on top of a limp Tina. Then he switched the camera off and got up off the ground, not even bothering to hide now. "Party's over. Let's get this back to the lab before old thunderhead down there catches on."
He had to repeat his order twice to Bobby who was standing there with an expression of awe on his face as he gazed down the hill at Max.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Operation Second Chance was a success. Everyone involved said it was working and was very enthusiastic about it. To the outside world, it seemed like it was really working. The kids looked so great and healthy, and the Barrs, the couple that ran the farm, had nothing but glowing things to say about the kids and the program.
The fact that obviously amateur but rather interesting pornographic pictures were being flooded into eastern cities had absolutely no connection with Operation Second Chance.
The whole operation was such a success that they put in for federal funding which meant they could expand their present facilities and permit more young people-male and female-to come on the farm.
Actually, the farm was like a gigantic chess board. Max came alive! He strutted and hummed to himself as he went about the farm, in the terms of a man who had just turned forty, he was, "Having an affair." He had a fifteen year old girl who was mad about him. She would do anything for him.
Now it became an elaborate game in the farmhouse at night. Sheila would say that she was tired and go to bed early. Max would agree and slip into his twin bed after necking his wife on the cheek. He didn't like to think of being "unfaithful." It was just that Tina understood him. Actually, they talked of very little. She would meet him in the hall and shove him into a closet and fumble for his cock. Then she would kneel and suck his wildly swelling cock while Sheila slipped out.
It became an elaborate game at night. Sheila would pretend she was asleep as Max sneaked out of his bed and tip-toed from the room. She would lie there, pretending she was asleep until he was out the door. She would wait a few minutes to make sure he had time to slip down the hall and into Tina's room before she got up and went out of the house and went running up the hill to all her lovers.
Max found himself insanely obsessed with the body of this fifteen year old girl. He wondered what would happen to him if the authorities should ever find out. He found himself dreading the idea of displeasing Tina. She made demands on him that would tax the endurance of a man half his age. He found that when he had a chance to sleep, he slept . . . long and hard!
Tina was everywhere he went. She met him in the hall in the morning, brushing past him, her young breasts invitingly exposed under her robe, her hand thrillingly trailing across his always erect cock. They had sex everywhere! She attacked him in the bathroom while he was taking a bath. They had sex right there in the soapy bathtub while he was electric with fear, thinking his wife might come in at any moment. He looked down and saw his huge thick cock sawing into her soapy, excitingly wet body and almost had his cum right there.
For the first time in years, he was fucking every night, getting as much as he wanted, so he was slow to realize what was happening. In fact, he staggered to bed two nights in a row without noticing that his wife, Sheila, was not in the next bed. It was only when he began wondering where she was that he got a little worried. He seldom saw her, even during the day when they talked in passing. Each of them seemed busy with the running of the farm.
Slowly, painfully, he began to realize that a trick was being pulled on him. He fought against the notion and wanted to believe that Tina found him handsome and sexy.
She would do anything he asked her to do. He liked propping his head up with pillows and looking down at youthful Tina, naked and voluptuously displayed between his powerful wide-spread legs, his eagerly pulsating cock in her hand. She would begin to wetly suck his cock and he would watch her tightly compressed lips around the smooth shaft and the way her nibbling lips rolled out tightly as he pulled out of her mouth . .. and the way her lips almost disappeared as they rolled inward again like rubberbands as he sawed back into her voraciously sucking mouth.
She would bob her head up and down rhythmically while the fingers of one hand stroked his foreskin back and forth. She would hold his hotly throbbing cock deep in her tender mouth while her tongue twirled maddeningly around the spongy head. The liquid tip of her tongue would toy with the gland on the end of his prick, and he would moan and want to cum right in her eager young mouth.
With her free hand, she would stroke the shaft of his cock, constantly nursing him into a shattering hardness. Her other hand plowed down into the fleshy crevice between his buttocks and found his tightly puckered anus. Her finger probed and finally, with a pop, slipped through the anal ring; and he groaned as she sucked harder feeling his impatient sperm swelling his shaft.
He would cum in her mouth with his head propped up by pillows so that he could see everything. He watched her youthful cheeks bulge with the hot semen as his body suddenly stiffened and he shot the heated load into her mouth. He watched those tightly clenched cheeks hollow out as she sucked with all her might, inviting another load of cum so that she could taste it and swallow it. She always ended each love-making by lovingly licking his cock clean of any cum ... like a mother cat cleaning a kitten.
Yet, in time he began to wonder just what in hell was going on. One night, he got up to leave Tina's room a little earlier than usual and the teenaged girl had said, "Don't leave!" and seemed very upset.
The kids were still looking at him with a secret kind of smile, and he did come on them frequently when they were whispering to one another. And Sheila seemed to be spending more and more time up in the barn.
When he was alone, Max shook his head. He didn't like to think that there was something going on without him knowing about it. He confronted his wife one night after dinner. He stared at her until she had to notice him.
"Is there anything you want to tell me about?"
Sheila looked surprised. 'Tell you what?"
'That's what I want to know."
"This conversation isn't making any sense."
He was pacing back and forth as he spoke. "All right, I'll say it. You seem to be spending an awful lot of time up at the barn lately."
Sheila was cool and ready for the accusation. "I should hope so. The chicks are hatching. Has to be somebody to watch them."
He accepted her story but still was suspicious. He thought for a long time before coming up with a plan. If he was right, then he didn't have anything to worry about. If he was wrong and barking up the wrong tree, nobody would know about it.
He sneaked down to Tina's room as he promised he would and stripped his clothes off and nakedly jumped into bed with her. He fucked and sucked her with wild abandon. He moaned with delight when he felt her voraciously sucking his cock and felt her little finger worming into his anus. He made all the noise he wanted to, moaning aloud, because he was sure no one else was in the house.
He had his orgasm, said he was very tired, and pretended to fall asleep. He gave the best performance of his life. He convinced Tina he was fast asleep, and after a long while, she confirmed his hunch by slowly and carefully crawling out of bed.
She slipped out the door without a sound, and Max smiled bitterly to himself. At least he had the satisfaction of knowing he was right. Sheila and Tina were going to do something they didn't want him to know about. Whatever they were up to, it had to do with the barn.
He waited a good long while before he moved. He wanted to give the girl plenty of time to get to the barn. The only approach to the barn was across an open meadow, and he didn't want to be seen.
He got up out of bed and tiptoed down the hall and re-entered his own bedroom. He smiled with grim satisfaction as he saw Sheila's bed was empty, the covers thrown back. He had never been curious about his wife's belongings, but now he began to wonder. He went over to her vanity table and looked at all the feminine junk there-all the bottles and vials of lipstick. He opened drawers and felt about. Way in the back of a bottom drawer, hidden under some undergarments, his fingers hit on something. It was a picture and he pulled it out.
He held it up to the light and saw a glossy picture of his wife, Sheila, naked, leaning back on a couch with her legs spread and one knee bent, the heel up on the edge of the couch. Sheila's hand was spreading her swollen cunt-lips, revealing the pink-red lining of her vaginal walls. The smile on her face was lascivious and lewd.
His hand shook as he looked at the picture. He didn't want to think of the consequences of the picture. Despite his teeth-gritting rage, he had to look at his wife's voluptuous figure and admire it. She was built! Her big beautiful breasts seemed almost too large for her frame, but not quite. They protruded like ripely sweet melons, ready to be fondled and kissed. Her waist was as slender and supple as that of Tina.
He couldn't destroy the picture showing his wife's depravity. All he could think was: she never did that for me!
He put the picture in his pocket and looked up toward the barn with a grim look on his face. A lot more was going on than he had ever suspected. Grimly, his fists clenched, he went up to the barn.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Max just happened to pick the night that Sheila was starring in her final movie. Things were getting too hot, and Jeff figured they had made enough money. Better to lay low until things cooled off again.
This last movie was going to be an orgy, and he made his mother appear in it worse than naked. She was clad in a black garter belt and black silk stockings. Her body was covered by a thin film of oil so that her muscles sensually-glistened and gleamed whenever she moved. The sheen of light on her silk-encased thighs looked lewdly inviting. The black silk stockings were of the open-net variety. She had on high heeled black shoes that seemed to tilt her body and arch her back, causing her voluptuously full breasts to jut out just a little more.
Looking at her nakedly oiled body, Jeff didn't think his mother looked thirty . . . but she sure looked wicked . . . and sexy, of course.
She was lying on a bed, idly playing with her pink, wetly glistening slit while Bobby and Tina stood by the bed undressing each other. The motion picture camera caught every detail of their strip and the way they fondled one another. Sheila watched with narrowed eyes as she played with her vagina, arousing herself in a sluttish way while the two youthful lovers caressed each other.
She had been thoroughly drugged before the picture taking by her son who supplied her with high-grade hashish. She found she needed more hashish than before in order to get high. The same was true of alcohol. She drank much more than before. Once beyond a certain point, she would subject herself to all of the humiliations her son put her through. She subjected herself and she loved it!
Bobby and Tina pretended to notice Sheila on the couch and register their amazement. She bent her knees slightly and spread her legs, inviting them both to have sex with her. The two of them nakedly circled the bed, caressing her oil-slippery breasts and thighs.
Just at that moment, Max arrived at the barn and silently crept around to a maintenance door he knew of. He unlocked it and let himself in. Inside the shack, he carefully removed two boards that he knew were loose, and he slipped into the wall. There was an insulating double passageway that ran all the way around the bam. It was just narrow enough for him to slip into. He tip-toed along, peering through cracks in the rough-hewn wall, looking for his wife and the kids.
He found them in a brightly lighted room. Crouching down, he looked through a crack in the wall and saw Bobby and Tina, both stark naked, circling a bed with his wife on it.
He really gasped when he saw Sheila! She was voluptuously exciting as she laid there encouraging the young boy and girl to come to bed with her. Covered with oil, every lewdly enticing curve was outlined. Gad in a black garter belt, it only called attention to firmly fleshed thighs half-clad in opera net-hose. The black hose helped outline and contrast with the wildly sensual oiled look of her naked skin.
Max felt trapped between the two walls and utterly fascinated by what he saw. He was watching his own wife behaving in a wildly wanton way that he never dreamed of.
The bitch! The dirty rotten bitch! If it took the rest of his life, he would get even!
She was sprawled out on the bed like some kind of common slut. It was just as if they had hired a prostitute off the streets and paid her to do obscene things.
Bobby and Tina continued to circle the bed, their hands slipping and sliding over Sheila's lubricated skin. Their fingers tried to pinch the nipples of her breasts as they hovered over her.
Despite his rage, Max felt his cock ballooning up like never before. He choked down his outrage and indignation and cold-bloodedly bided his time, waiting to see what would happen.
Things were soon to develop. At a signal from Jeff behind the camera, Sheila got up and Bobby lay down on the bed, his youthful cock waving toward the ceiling. Max watched through the crack while his mouth hung open and he panted with desire.
Sheila was crawling back on the bed, a dreamy, wickedly depraved look in her eye. She straddled Bobby's youthful torso on her knees and reached down, seizing his eagerly throbbing penis. Then, carefully placing the lust-swollen head of his cock against the narrow, hair-lined slit of her cunt, she slowly and sensually slipped down over it, undulating up and down slowly with Tina crouching behind her.
Max held his breath as he watched the depraved scene. He forgot, from his peephole advantage, that the action was being filmed. He gasped as he saw Tina lean down until her young face was right in front of Sheila's slowly rising and falling buttocks. The oiled and gleaming twin cheeks rose and fell in a warmly fleshed fashion right in front of her face.
Using both her hands, her fingers slipping in the oil, Tina managed to part the slippery globes and run her tongue up and down the length of Sheila's shadowy crevice. It was the most salacious thing Max had ever seen in his life.
It was so lewd that Sheila abandoned the boy under her and turned to Tina who was like a big cat. They coiled together and fell, a slippery mass of legs and arms, onto the bed.
They ended up with Bobby and Tina lying nakedly side by side. Sheila, a lewdly abandoned older woman, swung around until her hips were right over Tina's face. Slowly, she lowered her groin right onto the young girl's hotly waiting tongue and mouth. Lying in such a position, her lubricated, gleaming hips grinding lewdly, Sheila reached over, took Bobby's cock in her hand, and began licking it . . . while the camera closed in for a close up view.
Behind the wall, Max had begun panting with a wild unstable excitement. They were doing things in front of his face that he had always dreamed of doing. He watched his wife's gently rounded buttocks rising and falling over Tina's darting little tongue. It was an obscenely enthralling scene to watch, the two women and the boy writhing on the bed while the son filmed it all.
He couldn't take his eyes off his wife's rising and falling buttocks. Her ass was perfectly formed and moved like it was filled with liquid, like mercury. He couldn't stop watching it as she ground her hotly eager cunt down on top of the girl's face.
Jeff was pulling back with the camera and more boys were moving into the picture now. They were all naked and they crowded around the bed, their rampantly erect young cocks in their hands. Max watched as his wife was fucked wildly by each of the waiting boys. She seemed to grow more and more aroused with each cum until she was frantically fucking, her hips churning, her sleek, oiled body covered with sweat. It was as if her appetite increased by each youth that mounted her.
Behind the wall, his eyes glued to cracks in the wall, Max was finding it difficult to breathe, and had, by this time, taken his impatiently throbbing penis out of his pants and had it in his hand. He knew he had to have some relief soon. There was his wife in front of him! She was lewdly perverted in that she took on all the boys . . . and Tina too. She was everything that he had ever dreamed of, and she was doing it with other people . . . but not with him! Above all, he wanted revenge! His mind raced over all the possibilities. He could always expose her. But, if he did that, he would have to expose the fact that they no longer had sex. No, he had to find a way that would really teach her a lesson. He had to find a way that would really humiliate her. He had to find a way that would give him satisfaction. Exposing her to the world would only raise embarrassing questions . . . "And why, Mr. Barr, was your wife having sex with children?"
He couldn't bear to think of the humiliation. He had to think of another way. He looked at his naked wife lying on the bed, her legs obscenely split, her cunt wetly glistening with cum as she waited for still another boy to climb on her. Then he saw her two fleshy ass cheeks tucked tightly under her gaping cunt and he knew what he wanted to do . . . what he was going to do!
Yet he couldn't tear himself away from watching the obscene tableau that was being acted out in front of him. He was watching his wife - whom - he had felt so sorry for fifteen years ago when she was pregnant and friendless. Sheila, who said she loved him with an undying love, was now fucking a boy right in front of his eyes. Sheila, who was so goddamned reserved in bed, was lying in front of her own bastard son, Jeff, while Max - her husband - helplessly watched.
Jeff stopped the camera long enough for another boy to take over for him. Max pressed his face against the crack as he watched his step-son crawl on the bed. Jesus Christ! The little bastard was going to fuck his mother right there in front of everyone!
It was too much for the older man to bear. He stood up and began inching his way out of the wall. He hurried until he was out in the shed.
Once there, he began running with a cry of rage growing in his throat. Once and for all, he was going to show them. He roared through the door with kids scattering like frightened chickens before him. Tina gave a choked cry and ran nakedly toward the exit. He charged across the room toward the bed with both fists flying. All the boys ran for cover, grabbing their clothes as they did so.
Jeff and Sheila were still on the bed, and Jeff was cowering behind his mother, using her nakedly oiled body as a shield. "Man," Jeff warned, "Don't do anything you'll be sorry for."
"Sorry! I won't be sorry if I kill both of you!" Max roared, seizing his wife by her slippery wrists.
"Max, I couldn't help it!" Sheila whined.
The outraged husband was drunk with anger -unreasoning - wanting only revenge. He looked at his worse than naked wife in front of him, and he felt again that desire for revenge. He was going to show her. His lips twisted in a cruel and utterly humorless grin. "I'll show you who's going to be sorry."
With that he spun his wife around and threw her on the bed, face down. Jeff used the opportunity to slip to the floor and crawl away, looking fearfully back.
Max didn't even wait to take off his clothes. He unzipped his fly and took his huge, angrily pulsating cock out. Below him, Sheila's naked, lewdly lubricated body shook with fear as she waited for the first blow.
It never came.
He seized her slippery buttocks with both his hands and forced her tightly clenched ass cheeks apart. Before his eyes lay her puckered little anus, brown and distended. He put one finger on its rubbery entrance and felt it contract as she cringed in fright. "M . . . Max . . . n . . no!" she cried, sensing what he was going to do.
His finger popped through and Sheila's back arched as she gave a little cry. Ruthlessly, he shoved his outstretched finger all the way in her tightly constricted rectum. He wiggled his finger and felt the pulpy soft walls, all the while cruelly grinning down at his wife's voluptuously oiled body writhing in pain underneath him.
"Max . . . please!" she begged.
"Why not?" he asked in a growl. "You put out for those kids, you'll put out for me!"
"P . . . please . . . not . . . that!
"Yes, that!" Max felt triumphant. "In the old asshole!" He felt victorious as he said the crude words and saw his naked wife cringing underneath him.
Jeff was by the door, watching in a sort of terrified fascination. Physically, he was no match for his step-father, and yet he sensed that his step-father was not after him. At least not now! It was his mother he wanted, and what the older man was going to do to her was something the son had never even thought of.
Sheila lay face down on the bed in abject surrender. She wished that she could pass out, and that it would all happen while she was unconscious. "Oh, God, Max, please, please, I'll do anything you say!" she wailed.
"And I say I fuck you in the ass!" His voice was a growl as his strong body climbed on top of hers, his legs between hers and forcing them wider apart. 'This is going to be a tight fit!" he snarled. He looked down at her nakedly oiled loins as he pulled the foreskin back on his uncircumcised penis, displaying the spongy lust-bloated head.
Then he pointed it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he was so agonizingly stretching and preparing with his rigidly extended finger; when he attempted to pull his finger free, the rubbery anal ring constricted around his knuckle trying to hold it captive.
Feeling a power and lust he never realized he possessed, Max glared across the room at Jeff and two other youths who cowered by the door. "All right, big boys, now you'll really see a fucking!" he shouted at them. "Work that camera. You got everything else, you might as well get this!"
Tentatively, the boys came across the room, picking up the camera. All his life, Max had hated Jeff and his smug, spoiled ways. Now he knew how to handle him. "Pick it up!" he roared and Jeff obeyed, looking at his parents through the finder. "Get it good," he warned, "Because she's going to get it good!"
"Max, oh my God, nooooo!"
Ignoring her once more, he spread her slippery white buttocks wide with his hands, then rolled further on to her naked back to slowly press the huge head of his feverishly pulsing cock down into her moistly open vaginal lips, lubricating his monstrous cudgel. The frightened young wife shivered at the contact, her muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length of the hardened shaft into the soft, spread crevice of her buttocks, its throbbing head poised to leap at her snug little anus. Then, grinning in obscene triumph, he raised himself on his elbows and pressed his hips forward, aiming the head of his huge vengeful cock directly at the cringing mouth of her back passage.
All the boys who had fled were coming back now. They were still afraid yet they knew they were going to watch something unique. Jeff gave them courage as he crouched with the motion picture camera to get a close up of what was happening. Even Tina came back, smiling secretly, for she wanted to see Mrs. Barr, queen-bee that the older woman was, get it.
Sheila gritted her teeth, her whole body tensed as she waited. And then she felt it, felt it pushing painfully and relentlessly against her anus, and she gaped wild-eyed into the mirror to see the brutally stiffened cock suddenly pop like a cork through her tightly resisting sphincter muscle. All the alcohol and all the hashish did no good, it was still the most excruciating thing she had ever experienced.
"Ooooohhh God, you're s . . splitting me," she moaned out through tear streaked eyes. Before her face, Tina was adjusting a mirror they had used before so that she could see herself getting sodomized.
"Don't worry, baby, I've just started," Max hissed down at the back of her wildly thrashing head.
Jeff closed in for a close up of the grotesquely stretched orifice and watched the little hole give ever more as he filmed it. He saw it spreading obscenely, slipping over like a glove and absorbing the hotly probing tip of his cock.
The pain spread through Sheila like wild-fire and, looking in the mirror Tina was so brazenly holding in place for her, she saw Max grin victoriously at the others just before he thrust his hips down heavily, burying half of his hardened shaft into the soft velvety channel of her protesting rectum.
Her groans choked back into her throat as automatically her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath the depraved assault in an effort to escape this brutal skewering, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with each jerk and twist of her tortured body, Max's massively turgid cock was sinking that much deeper into her desperately resisting anal passage.
"Hold her shoulders down while I lift her ass," he grunted to the others.
Several of the boys leaped obediently forward. Sheila felt their hands moving on her naked back and shoulders and then she was held firmly, unable to struggle as Max lifted her firmly rounded buttocks up in the air, his knees moving in between her fearfully trembling thighs to push them apart, spreading her ass cheeks farther and farther apart to allow his cock to enter deeper into her stretching rectum. She felt warm tears trickling from her eyes as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose to her throat. Once again her eyes looked to the mirror and saw the desire-en flamed faces of the young boys as they moved closer to watch her up-raised buttocks as Max's hotly implacable cock slipped deeper and deeper into the heated depths of her defenseless rectum . . . until all of a sudden-with a loud smacking noise-it was sunk unbelievably to the swaying balls hanging beneath it.
She had stopped struggling, realizing in a dazed panic that her only escape from the splitting agony was to lie as still as possible, for it was hopeless to resist the horrible attack. The hurt was nearly unbearable from Max's inhuman penetration of her rectum, and if she moved but the slightest it only served to suck him deeper into her, stretching the tightly resisting channel to even more painful widths.
Sheila groaned aloud and thought about pleading with Max. Surely he would see that what happened wasn't her fault. But her thoughts faded quickly as she could feel Max's enormous cock pushing solidly into her now, rubbing and expanding to a far greater width the tender virginal lining of her back passage. She became aware of Max's hands gripping her hips with a hard numbing pressure as he fucked and sawed into the darkened depths of her ass. The pain continued on and on, and each further thrust brought mumbled groans from deep in her throat. The bed was wet from her tears, and he rammed into her with longer strokes, worming the entire rigid length of his monstrously erect cock right up her pained rectum until she could feel his sperm bloated balls buffeting each time down against her sopping vaginal passage.
Again, in the mirror, she saw Jeff hand the camera to Bobby and crawl up on the bed, his cock hardened and standing out like some log fresh cut from the forest. She felt him reach and squeeze one breast and trace his hand down her nakedly straining body, pulling and kneading at her softly white flesh until she thought he might go insane with his desire.
"Jesus, Max, flip her over!" he half shouted at his step-father as he watched, bug-eyed at the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each time the older man withdrew his thickly pulsating cock.
Max was wild with a strength he didn't know he had. Jeff had a wild, insane idea. "Okay, baby," he smiled down at her hollowed back. "Now we're gonna have a double fuck!"
The boys crowded around, laughing their approval. It was going to be a night to remember.
Max grabbed the tortured young mother's hips again before she had time to think or protest and rolled over to one side, pulling her backwards on top of him, bringing another groan of pain and surprise from her lips as he lay outstretched beneath her . . . her smooth, oily, hollowed back pressed down against his stomach and chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of his own, while his hugely throbbing penis lay buried to its entirety deep up into the heated depths of her rectum. She felt hopelessly skewered on a spit of unyielding iron.
Jeff, grinning like a lewd satyr, crawled on top of his mother, eagerly forcing his thighs between hers and Max's, spreading her legs even further apart and aiming his hard jerking cock to push it quickly into the moistly stretched channel of her defenselessly open pussy.
"Oooohhhh, God!" Sheila moaned piteously as his young lust-hardened shaft rammed without hesitation into her wetly cringing cunt -driving into her until she felt his heavy, sperm-filled testicles slap hard against the open cheeks of her buttocks, joining his step-father's brutally impaling penis, sunk deep into her ass. She whimpered helplessly, both in the throb of pain and also in debased humiliation, sandwiched like a whore between her son and husband who were mercilessly skewering her with their angry, fiery cocks. She could feel it greater now as they thrust deeper into her tender oily body with only the fragile layer of fleshy tissue between rectum and cunt separating their hardened shafts.
Bobby gave the camera to Eddy to operate. The scene was becoming too much for him to stand by passively. He watched in an almost unconscious state of lust, pulling at his own aching penis as he watched Max and Jeff begin fucking wildly into Mrs. Barr's writhing, hotly moist pussy with a maddened anger, while Max's hips undulated up and down lifting all three of them up off the bed, ramming in and out of her anus like a jackhammer with hard cruel strokes ... the two men husband and son -finally falling into a smooth rhythmic cadence that pounded her between them like a rag doll.
Bobby bent over until his face was just a few short inches from the wetly glistening cocks ramming into Mrs. Barr's wide-stretched genital openings. He watched breathlessly the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Jeff's wet penis on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly back inside as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. The same view came to his eyes of Max's thickly hardened cock sucking and pulling down out of her, drawing the tight pink ridges of her tightly clenched anus with it, then wildly reaming back up into her until his sperm-bloated balls were wedged hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks.
He had to get in the act!
Bobby lay on his side next to Jeff's head until his hard pulsating prick was even with the older woman's face.
Humiliated and debased, her head twisting from side to side against Jeff's chest while his fingers teasingly kneaded her breasts, Sheila felt only a great wetness and tearing up between her legs. She felt soiled and all of her being seemed to be concentrated down at those two great holes they were drilling between her thighs. Her mouth opened and closed in torment at the feeling and thought. Periodically she tried to squirm up or clench her buttocks together to contain the pain in her rectum, but then she was cognizant only of further stretching of her vaginal passage and the greater pain that followed from Max's hard merciless entry.
Then, as she was slowly adjusting to their dual presence down between her legs, she felt a hand entwining gently in her hair, guiding her face to one side . . . and then there were fingertips gently opening her mouth and a smoothly rubbery thing teased against her lips. She opened her eyes and saw young Bobby's cock, thick and hardened, throbbing against her mouth. For a moment, she tried to tighten her lips and resist him, but she knew it was useless to do so. Resigned, she relaxed her lips and let him open them with his fingers and slide his cock into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel it slither up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks completely with its heated rigidity. He held her face firmly with his hands and began to fuck into her mouth brutally, causing her to choke as he rammed it halfway down her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her wetly parted lips. She struggled to breathe and gasped for air on the outstroke.
Oh Dear God! she moaned out in her misery as they fucked her between the three of them as if she were some whore they hired off the street. She felt debased and humiliated beyond all logic, and that the lustful rape of her defenseless body was going on for an eternity.
Then, an image flickered through her mind and the very thought of herself being brutally fucked by three men at the same time, lewdly began to excite her, causing a strange masochistic hunger to begin swirling in her belly, and from around the long hard penis fucking her in the face, a low ecstatic moan helplessly escaped. Involuntarily, her slowly awakening body began to undulate her buttocks and clench her muscles fist-like against the hard, lust-driven cocks that were pummeling into her.
She moaned and her lips tightened more hungrily around the hotly throbbing cock ramming into her mouth, her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with Bobby's hard vicious drives: suddenly she was delighting in the touching of its veins and ridges as her tongue swirled voraciously around the pulsating head . . . her tongue tip searching for the tiny split on the end. At the same time, she was aware of her buttocks moving downward against Max's up-coming cock digging deep into her widely stretched rectum, and then her hips were driving forward and upward to suck all of her son, Jeff's pistoning cock into her now insatiable pussy. All sense of her position and the lewdness of it seemed to blank from her mind in a sudden wild flood of ecstatic and masochistic sensation that was racing like some obscene sheet of wild-fire throughout her whole being. Nothing mattered anymore but the lust-hardened cocks fucking into her from all directions, and she rocked crazily under their demonic attack, while she sucked like a wildcat at Bobby's youthful cock in her mouth.
Oooooh, God, she wanted his young cum to gush out in her throat . . . spew down her throat... fill her belly as those fucking into her cunt and wide-stretched anus would fill her there!
Oh God. . she could feel Bobby's cock bloating in her mouth and tongued it madly . . . cum . . . cum . . cum trip-hammered through her mind.
And he did!
It burst like a gushing hose, shooting forth thick streams of the creamy white liquid deep into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed gluttonously to keep from gagging on the great continuous jets spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in quick voracious gulps, tightly fastening her lips like a rubber ring around the ejaculating cock, afraid of losing even a single trickle of the precious male fluid. Even so, small droplets issued and dribbled from the corners of her mouth as Bobby groaned and rolled away from her, and his deflating cock slithered limply from between her still sucking mouth, thin sticky threads of the warm white semen stretching from her lips to his cock as it slowly backed away . . . but there were still Max and her son, Jeff!
"Oh God, fuck it, fuck it, pleeezzzz . . . ," she grunted thickly to each continuing thrust they made into her cunt and anus. Wild and almost crazed they became, slapping into her without mercy, yet, she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into her, until all three began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon ... in a mindless family reunion of forbidden pleasure.
"AAAAHHHH, OOOOHHHHH, EEEEEE . .. God, YES! I can feel both your cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeeee! Oh God, keep fucking . . . keep fucking . . . !" Sheila screamed out to them, egging them on now, the lewd, salacious thought of having her son and husband both fucking her while the pungent white sperm of another still filled the recesses of her mouth suddenly driving her into an uncontrollable frenzy of lust. On and on it went . . . the rising crescendo of it . . . the hungry fingers playing like a lecherous insect over her nakedly oiled flesh as she was mercilessly impaled in vagina and rectum from above and below. Her mind exploded . . . and nothing else mattered . . . nothing existed but the unholy sensations of lustful rapture about to burst deep inside her swirling body.
"Fill me! Now! Oh God, fill me now with your cum! Shoot it into me together!" she wailed like a lost banshee, the smooth slippery walls of her womb and bowels contracting like a sucking baby's mouth around the cocks skewering into her.
Then, without warning, Max began to shout obscenities, and at that second. Sheila, her body wantonly writhing and twisting like a belly dancer's between the two men, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm shoot deep up into her rectum as her own orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable sensations of feeling jetting through her, and she could feel every throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot white cream deep, deep up into her still sucking bowels. Then Jeff grunted and rammed his cock as far up her wildly clasping cunt as possible as she kicked her legs back as high as she could, her groans heaving from her chest, and his wildly jerking penis let loose and began spewing its thick white jets of scalding semen far up into the depths of her trembling belly, her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with her son's, an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her ...
And then it was over . ..
And yet it wasn't over. Tina and the watching boys were inflamed with a restless drive. The boys fell like animals on Tina, fighting to be the first to shove his young cock up her all too willing rectum.
Sheila watched with half-closed eyes, an ecstatic smile on her lips. It was going to be a long night.
CHAPTER NINE
Operation Second Chance the sign said by the side of the road. Frank Adams, a government man, slowed his car and turned off the road and drove up to the white farmhouse. He cut the engine and smiled to himself. The reports in Washington were fantastic. Operation Second Chance was working almost too well. Last summer they graduated adjusted and happy boys back to society. So far their record had been one hundred percent.
He shook his head and cut the motor and sat looking at the farm. Far away, boys were plowing, planting a new crop of something. The boys grew their own vegetables right here on the farm. Far away, another group was painting. It was a painting class organized by Sheila Barr. Again, Frank Adams shook his head in amazement. She certainly was some woman. It was amazing the way she handled the boys. She was some looker, too, and Frank had taken in her wildly voluptuous figure in rapt attention. He wouldn't mind getting a little of that.
But there wasn't a chance in heaven. She was all bound up with her husband, Max, and her son Jeff. Jeff was coming off probation and seemed like a fine boy to Frank. Jeff said he wanted to stay on the farm and help the newly arrived kids. And he did seem to have a way with the boys. Tough, case-hardened youths came to the farm, to Operation Second Chance. Frank had stayed at the farm and seen them come in sneering and looking for a fight.
Within a few days, even the most recalcitrant ones were polite and neat and clean and all involved in some project.
The way the Barr family handled children was amazing. They even asked their charges to recommend other children to them. Sometimes it didn't even take days . . . boys were in line in a matter of hours.
Incredible as it seemed, there were no locks on the doors and the fence around the farm was only there to keep livestock from wandering. In all the time Operation Second Chance had been running, not one boy or girl had ever attempted to run away.
Max Barr sauntered from the farmhouse and waved to Frank. "Thought I heard a car drive up. How are you?"
"Fine," Frank said, getting out of the car and shaking hands. The two men stood together and looked out over the farm. Everywhere they looked, children were busy at some project. "Max, it sure is a pretty sight to see."
"Sure is."
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Work with the kids?"
Max laughed and slapped Frank on the back. "We just get down to their level and work along with them, that's all."
"Well, it sure has worked. You and Mrs. Barr have done a remarkable job."
"Frank, thanks a lot."
"How many did you say you got here now?" Again Max smiled. 'Ten. We got five boys and five girls."
Frank Adams nodded seriously, looking off. "Max, I may as well tell you that I'm recommending the government fund your entire operation. That will enable you to reach a lot more kids. I think you're doing a swell job."
"Well, thanks. More kids, huh? Boys and girls." Max shook his head and laughed. "Wait until I tell Sheila. Will she ever be pleased."
