The black and white sea gull banked, and on slow wing glided in a swooping curl across the bay. In his small, glittering eyes, the bird saw the familiar landmarks of Woodport below, the coastal town that had been his environs since his birth. He cawed as if in greeting, gliding low across the ocean breakers towards the wooden pier of the fishing cannery ahead, its cable-wrapped log supports thrusting up like rotten brown fingers from the offal fish of the catch, the carrion remains upon which he lived. Or so he hoped ...
The sea gull saw the panorama of Woodport stretching beyond the cannery, though the town was unimportant to him except when the storms swept in and the high winds turned the water to a white churning foam. There was the gash of the coast highway through its center, like a metal and concrete artery forever pumping the blood of business in both directions. There was the strip of motels at one end of the town, like cancerous neon growths; the pungent haze of smoke from the sawmill at the other ends spreading a blanket between the earth and the pale blue clearness of the autumn afternoon: the ice-plant covered "park" at the ocean's edge which ran up from the shore to the field of the new junior high ... He saw it all, the sea gull did, but did not care.
The new junior high school was across the street from the older high school, having been built as the town increased beyond the ability to handle all the burgeoning families. The sea gull stayed away from the schools, for there were no fish but only boys and girls who threw stones at him. Diagonally to both schools was a small frame building, two-storied and weatherbeaten, one of a series along the flat, square blocks. In that particular building he knew there lived a woman, for he had many times seen her going to and fro, and sometimes walking alone along the beach. She'd seemed lonely to the gull, walking slowly and with her shoulders slumped, idly kicking the sand with the toe of her sneakers. He had attempted to cheer her by darting and flitting and laughing raucously; once he had been rewarded with an upward look and a smile.
The woman happened to be Miss Constance Lorane, though the gull could certainly not have known her name, nor the fact that she ran a small candy and school supplies store. It was' on the ground floor of the two-storied building, hardly taking up much more space than a goodly sized living room. Constance lived in back, and because her needs were few, she was able to exist on what the store was able to bring in. But the gull was right about one thing; Constance Lorane was a very lonely woman.
Because of the normal warm weather and casual life in Woodport, Constance almost always wore brief, thin clothing which showed off her full graceful curves most advantageously. If the gull had been able to see inside her candy store that day, he would've found that she was wearing short striped shorts rolled tightly against her smooth, slim thighs and lush rounded buttocks. Below the cuffs of the shorts were long, tapering legs, smoothly golden with tan, ending in small well-formed ankles and slim bare feet clad only in thonged sandles. The flat plane of her belly was bare and satin, belying her age of thirty-one, and her round face was fresh and pixie-ish, dotted with youthful freckles and without a line or wrinkle to show her true age. In fact, with her golden blonde hair drawn tightly back from her temples into a single, long thick braid which fell across her shoulder and bounced invitingly against her proud-set breast, she almost had the innocent air of a teenager. Her full, rounded breasts were certainly those of a girl ten years younger. Up-thrust and ripely swelling, they were without the need of a brassiere beneath her aqua-colored blouse. Her larger than normal nipples were all too evident through the silky rayon material as they were pressing freely against it from inside, seeking freedom.
It would be hard to believe that so lovely and sensually provocative a woman as Constance Lorane could be lonely. There were more than enough men her own age or older in Woodport ready, willing, and eager for her. Constance could be out having fun with them every night of the week if she wanted, and most all of them would have married her if she'd wished. But as the thirty-one year old woman sat in the cool dim interior of her candy shop, she sadly realized as she often did, that all the men in the world would not cure her loneliness. No, not men; only boys.
Boys! The mere thought of them made Constance shiver! Boys ... young, virile, budding with eagerness and immaturity. Fourteen maybe, or fifteen, but not an hour older than that; just old enough to be able to get an erection, but not old enough to know what to do with it. Dear God, their fumbling, awkward attempts at making love to her were the only moments of sexual satisfaction the curvaceous blonde woman had ever been able to find!
She sipped her gin tonic and watched the eight-grade gym class practicing touch football in the junior high field. Through the plate glass window of her sweet shop she saw the smooth tanned bodies of the thirteen year olds and fourteen year olds cavorting innocently around the field, laughing and shouting with the loud vitality of youth. She squirmed in her chair -- an old overstuffed armchair she'd dragged from the back and strategically placed beside the front window -- as warm lecherous excitement continued to tingle unwantedly through her quivering loins.
Oh God, just look at all those delicious darlings! Almost naked, most of them wearing no more than gym trunks and tennis shoes! Her striking blue eyes feasted covetously on their young chests and legs, the ripples of then-developing muscles, and the taper of their youthful backs to their lean waists and firm buttocks. She could only imagine the rest of them, the private hidden parts so tender and slim between their thighs ... and that was what was setting her wild!
It was wrong, it was sinful, it was the bottom of degeneracy, beautiful Constance Lorane realized - but as always she felt totally incapable of controlling her sordid lusts. She knew from many times before that the perverted desires for those young, handsome teenagers would continue to grow teasingly in the hotly throbbing flesh up between her legs until she thought she would explode! And there was not a thing she could do about it either, not once the insidious desires began...
The attractive blonde drained the last of her gin and tonic, then rose from her chair and crossed unsteadily fo where she kept a bottle of gin hidden below the cash register. She didn't bother covering the alcoholic taste with tonic water this time, pouring a large dollop of the liquor straight over the ice cubes in her glass. She found herself back at the window then, standing and staring passionately out at the youthful boys across the road while feverishly taking long sips from her gin.
She hoped that the alcohol would help settle her sensually maddened nerves, but it seemed almost as if it were having an opposite effect. That was silly, of course, for the fact was that she was long overdue for sexual release, and the frustrations of denial were causing her acute mental distress. She had been using her fingers whenever the urge had been too great to stifle, finding no other means for the past month to fulfill her obscene passions. Yet masturbation hardly scratched the heated surface of her desperate desires, and was totally unable to quench the maddening drives as did the beautiful filling of her mature woman's vagina by a throbbingly virile boy-cock. She smiled with a touch of bitter irony as she thought of the teenage vernacular for her particular condition. She was, as they would say, "horny".
Yes, good and horny, and denial was simply something she wasn't able to cope with for too long a time! It wasn't as though she were a nubile young girl on a tangent; she was thirty-one and steeped in the ways of child-molesting since she'd reached her thirteenth birthday! It had, in truth, been her thirteenth birthday when her two-years-older brother had given her an obscene present that had changed her life from that day hence.
It had been an exceptionally hot July afternoon, and she and her brother Clint had returned from swimming in the local river. For the times, she was wearing a rather daring two-piece bathing suit, and had already attained a woman's body with proud, firm breasts and curving, rounded thighs. Their parents were out, so they decided to sunbathe on the low, flat roof of the house by themselves, and she in her two-piece and brother Clint in his boxer trunks had stretched out side by side on a large flat bath towel.
But soon, perhaps it was because it was her birthday and she was extra excited, they were giggling and tussling around in a playful wrestling match. She'd been able to feel the hard bulge in his bathing trunks when he'd pressed his firm young body against her ripening breasts, and soon their playing had reached a point of childish sexual exploration. Inexperienced passions had risen beyond their juvenile control before either of them had fully realized what was happening to them, and when they had, neither of them cared. She could still remember his hands on her warmly tingling breasts outside the flimsy material of her bathing suit top, and how she had made no move to stop him from undoing the tie-straps.
Then had come the wildly exciting sensations of his fingers tracing over the hot naked flesh of her teenage breasts, and his pinching of her taut little nipples which had caused her to helplessly moan and gasp. She had been caught up in the whirlwind of her own adolescent body's passion to where she hadn't stopped his hand as it taunted her molded flat belly, moving always downward over those sensitive areas to the inside of her quivering young thighs. In one smooth unhesitating action, her brother had gone straight under the thin wisp of cloth to the softly moistened lips of her virginal pussy. A dryness had crept into her throat as she panted for breath, clinging with all her strength to her older brother as she had abandoned herself to his obscenely incestuous manipulations.
Then Clint had removed his bathing trunks, and she had gazed fondly on the first male erection she had ever seen in all her tender thirteen years. Lord, it had been beautiful! It had been the most beautiful thing she could imagine, and as he had fingered wetly inside her throbbing young cunt, she had reached out and grasped his fleshy shaft lovingly, wanting to bring him the same delicious pleasures as he was bringing her.
They had fondled and caressed with each other's aroused genitals up there on the roof for many minutes, experimenting with all the secret things grown-ups do. At last with a groan, Clint had inserted his slender stiffened penis deep up inside his sister's tight little vagina to tickle and prod her unmercifully there. She had cried, in spite of her resolve to be a big girl, because he had hurt her down there. When he had convulsively ejaculated his fresh, virile sperm in her it had frightened Constance half to death, fearing as she did that she might have a baby. But the ecstasy of the moment had soon overwhelmed her fears, and she had wanted him to play with her again that same birthday afternoon, and for nights and nights after that...
There had soon been other small boys, naturally, many of them, all the way through her high school days and on into teacher's college. She had her share of normal unmarried affairs with young men her own age as she'd grown older and more adult. Yet tragically their gross, hairy bodies had never been able to fill her with the delectable passion that a young adolescent boy could by innocently returning her to those wonderous, exciting days when her older brother had made love to her. Eventually she had stopped dating men entirely, and by the time she'd graduated with a teaching diploma, she was secretly continuing her unnatural feminine seduction of boy-children who'd been her young brother's age.
Gradually her wicked perversions had begun to consume her life, and her time was increasingly spent with how to seduce the next handsome boy, more often as not one of the students of her own classes. She feared the slip of an inexperienced tongue or sudden chance discovery, but frightened as she was, sexy young Constance had soon begun to take chances no normal person would have dared to. Shamelessly she had introduced teenage boys to sex in backs of cars, behind buildings, in her and their homes indiscriminately. And each time her tightly working vaginal walls had milked the hot youthful stream of virile young semen from the end of a small rigid cock, she had only wanted more, never wanting the sweet sensation to end ...
Eventually, as it had to, the well-built blonde teacher's frenzied disregards had ended in downfall and ruin. Babysitting one night for an over-protected youth old enough to have fended for himself, she had been down in his game room when the lewd desires had suddenly struck. Before she could catch her breath, she had found herself removing the boy's pants and fondling his hardened young penis between her thumb and forefinger while he'd hungrily sucked at one of her soft warm breasts. Their remaining clothes then had disappeared, and delightly the laked teenage boy had stared with hot desire at her equally naked flesh. His voluptuously-built teacher had lain down and splayed her firm tapered legs wide to him, and the boy had willingly crawled over the lushly ripened woman's body. He lay there panting in excitement as she grasped his hard slender cock and slowly slid it up inside her moistly waiting vagina.
Unfortunately, both of them had been so enraptured with the delicious feelings of the moment that they'd been unaware of the boy's parents' unexpected return. So they had been caught fucking on the pool table, Miss Lorane's hungrily throbbing pussy filled with the erected hardness of their darling baby's youthful penis. The father had lunged for a pool cue; Constance had nakedly run for her car, bowling the hysterically shrieking and bawling boy and mother over like tenpins. It had been a narrow escape, and to this day there was a dent in the deck lid of her car where the father's cue stick had connected.
She had fled for her life, stopping only long enough to gather clothes and collect her life savings before skipping the city one step ahead of the police. She'd driven almost without a stop acioss the country, terror following her every inch of the way. She knew that she could never teach again; one check of her credentials and recommendations and she would not only be fired but arrested as well! She would have to get a job of some sort, even though she was trained for nothing except teaching ...
Avoiding the larger cities, the pretty ex-teacher had ultimately arrived in Woodport. She'd realized intuitively that this was the end of the line, and it would be in Woodport that she would try picking up the shattered pieces of her life and build a protective cloak around her so that she would never be discovered for what she was.
But to her horror, the only decent job in the area had been buying into and managing the sweet shop across from the schools! Even though this was tantamount to putting a bull in charge of a dairy herd, it had either been that or working in the fish cannery, and at least owning the store made her one of the community, above suspicion. Steeling her resolve, Constance had moved into the small apartment behind the candy store, and over the past three years had been slowly paying the enfeebled old couple who had originally owned the shop and still held the mortgage.
And perhaps more importantly, in those three years she had been extremely careful not to attempt to satisfy her cursed cravings from the local population. It had been difficult, perhaps the most difficult thing Constance had ever had to try, short of her single abortive attempt to curb all of her salacious passions. She hadn't been able to cease everything sexual anymore than stopping breathing, but she had never come closer in her seductions than the surrounding towns, the closest being twenty-five miles distant. She knew all too well that the quickest path to discovery and ruin would be to give in to her overwhelming desires right here in Woodport! My God, she might as well strip off her clothes and go romping across the street to join the boys in school as to seduce one of them here!
: Damnation! She had to get some sort of hold on herself, she simply had to! And, she reasoned as she poured another two inches of gin into her glass, she had to do it quickly or she'd be in no condition to face the handsome children who always crowded her shop after school. They would be in her shop, crowding around and pressing their hot virile bodies against her in less than an hour!
Constance slumped dejectedly into the chair as she looked out the window. God, but she was worked up this afternoon! She'd fingered herself to orgasm twice already that day, but it was like Chinese food, leaving her feeling hungry again a half-hour later. A month now, a whole damned month without a fresh young boy's responsive cock, and she was going stark raving mad with pent-up desire! The frustrated ex-teacher shifted her gaze from the grassy field of shouting boys, hoping for relief, but as her eyes swung toward the entrance to the junior high down the street, her heart leaped in her throat. The tingling sensations rippling through her unquenched loins suddenly flared in still hotter flames of licking passion.
Oh God, no! Constance screamed to herself. She gripped the edge of the chair arm convulsively with her free hand, swallowing thickly. There, coming down the sidewalk toward the sweet shop, was little Brian Johnson! He was whistling jauntily, even though he was slightly limping. His left ankle had been accidently twisted the week before, which was why he wasn't out there with the other eight-graders playing football. Instead, the handsome youth was angling right for Constance's shop, probably to innocently buy a candy bar or new note pad, and instead of being a part of a whole group of kids, he was all alone!
Dismissed early as he was from tlass, there wasn't the protective shield of a crowd around him, and to the older woman, young Brian was the most desirable of all the delightful boys at Woodport Junior High!
Go away . . . dear Lord, please go away ... Constance prayed as she shuddered guiltily in her chair. She prayed that the boy would veer away on another errand, or that she would suddenly find the inner strength necessary to get up and go in the back. But young Brian did not change direction, and the tantalizing sight of the dark-haired student seemed to hypnotize her into immobility. She could only sit in her overstuffed chair and drink the gin as he slowly, gradually approached the store entrance.
God, he was a beautiful boy! He was wearing a pair of tight, cotton-twill pants and a thin white tee-shirt. The supple grace of his developing muscles flowed against the thin colorful material, bringing tingling little quivers of sordid delight through her hotly throbbing, already moistened vagina. She covetously watched the teenager, who couldn't have been more than fourteen and perhaps less, and her buttocks trembled slightly from the slowly intensifying passions which were running rampant through her gin-drunken mind. She moaned pitifully under her breath as she could feel that her passion-wracked body was gradually weakening its resolve, and in spite of her most insistent promises to hold in check her forbidden hungers, she had the sinking feeling that should handsome Brian step through that door, her flesh might very well betray her!
God... God, ok God, oh God, he was just like that lovely youngster I picked up last month, she morbidly thought as he continued to approach. And indeed Brian was, with softly curling brown hair and an innocent, snub-nosed face that was forever smiling. He was Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, the barefoot boy with cheeks of tan and an old fishing pole over his shoulder. He was everything which curvy Constance Lorane had always lusted after in a boy, and had the same fresh, beardless features that the teenager she'd met last month in the town of-Clifton had possessed. The darling youngster from Clifton had been her last sexual affair, ending when they'd almost been caught!
Watching innocent Brian Johnson coming closer, the sensually aroused, sweetshop owner couldn't help thinking back with painful memory to the other child. Brian and that boy looked too similar not to remember what had happened - but then, most of her boyish seductions had the same general look of inexperience and eager curiosity and handsome immaturity to them. Last month she had been on a private little "picnic" out in the quiet pine forest not far from Clifton. There, on a spreadout blanket in a soft, mossy clearing, she had slowly plied that other boy with luncheon wine and had begun to seduce him with leisured practice.
The boy had followed her perverted instructions like a wondering puppy, once she'd seductively unbuttoned her dress and displayed her soft, wetly blushing vagina to him. She'd ardently watched as his thin young penis had throbbed in reaction against his tightly clinging trousers, and her mouth had involuntarily watered when he'd unbuckled his belt and zipped down his fly. She had just been reaching for him when they'd suddenly heard a crashing through the underbrush nearby! Somebody was coming! Frantically, Constance had jerked the youth's pants up and buttoned her own tightly revealing dress, and how she'd ever been able to straighten out their clothes in time was still a mystery to her.
But she had, and then a game warden had entered the clearing, looking for aon-licensed hunters and fishermen. He'd been very polite to them both as prettily flushed Constance had palmed the boy off as her own son. But somehow there was something in the officer's stern countenence which had implied that he had the sexy blonde pegged as no mother, perhaps because in the confusion beforehand, the boy had inadvertently zippered part of his shirt in his pants, and the tail of it hung dangling from his fly.
Later, the darling young boy from Clifton had blackmailed her for ten dollars to keep his mouth shut. But what worried her more was that the game warden had firmly demanded her name and address. It could have been for the reason given, that the State was keeping track of forest visitors due to a rash of fires, but still.. .
It was definitely too close a shkve, and the frightening incident had revived the ever-present fear within her. The dread of discovery had flared up in her tightly-knotted belly so strong that it had kept her from venturing forth on even the slightest tour of seduction. The utter horror of being found nakedly fucking on a pool table with a boy less than half her age was still too scarred in the ex-teacher's memory, and probably always would be... but God, the thought perversely seemed to stimulate her more now, just as did the humiliating memory of the boy from Clifton!
Pretty, blonde-haired Constance moaned helplessly, trying in vain to rid her alcohol-dimmed mind of the lurid rememberances of her obscene past. God, she had to occupy herself with something else or she'd go right out of her skull! But damn, she knew what... whom, she'd like to occupy herself with, and there Brian was, turning in to the entrance now, smiling happily through the window at her. Poor child! He hadn't the faintest idea what degenerate thoughts were whirling around in his sweet-shop owner's salacious mind! He was innocent of how much she would love to seduce his tender young body and use his virile youth for her own forbidden desires! He was blissfully unaware how much this lovely, softly-ripened older woman eraved his slender young cock to fuck her!
Dear God! She must fight it with all her might! She must not succumb as she had so many other times to the betrayai of her sensually hungering body! She mustn't! She mustn 't! She mustn 't!
The little bell above the front door tinkled merrily as Brian Johnson came into the candy store. "Hi, Miss Lorane!" Brian greeted her with a wave.
"Good afternoon, Brian," Constance managed in a low throaty whisper. "You're in early today."
"Yeah, well that's because of my ankle. I was excused from class because there was nothing for me to do. I didn't feel like going home, so I thought I'd come here."
"To see your sweet-shop lady? How nice ..."
The thirty-ish woman studied the handsome fourteen year old, powerfully aware that the youth's vibrant body was less than three feet from her. She could almost feel the warmth of his teenage virility pulsating toward her from the smooth, fresh muscles which were beneath his thin shirt and tight pants, and in spite of her resolve to resist, a twinge of wickedly lewd desire coursed through her moistening pussy. It took all of her strength just to resist the temptation of reaching out and caressing the flat curve of his belly where it disappeared inside his trousers! Dear God, she mustn't allow herself to seduce him! The consequences were all too clear ... !
Ohkhhh man! Miss Lorane is sure one hell of a stacked woman! young Brian thought involuntarily as he looked at the long-limbed blonde. She was hardly wearing anything today! Those long curving legs, the rounded swell of her hips, the upward thrust of her tautly pointed breasts beneath her clinging blouse ... Jeez, it made him swallow hard just looking at her sitting there in that old chair! And man, if she wasn't wearing a brassiere like it looked, then it was really too much! The mere thought of her naked breasts brought a crimson flush to his face. He felt a little foolish just standing there like an idiot, but he couldn't seem to help , himself! ! "Gee, I... ah, that is..." the boy stammered.
"Is there something in particular you were looking for, Brian?" Constance asked helpfully. She waved around the small shop, which consisted of little more than a glass-enclosed case along one wall, a counter besides the chair where she was, a comic book rack, and shelves along the other wall. The case held the jars of candy and licorice, boxes of gum and candy bars, and bowls of assorted jawbreakers and suckers. The shelves held the paper supplies and pencils, most of them in a haphazard scatter. "If you tell me..."
"Well, I was thinking about some gumballs. Yeah, some Red Fliers."
"I've got them," the older woman nodded, smiling pleasantly. "They're in the case..." Balls... Dear God, what would Brian's testicles look like? Nice and small and firmly round, she bet... They always were on boys his age, hairless and satin beneath four or five inches of slender hard penis jutting out from warm, smooth loins ... The thought flashed across her mind as to whether Brian's stiff boyish cock would feel better than the boy from Clifton's penis had inside her. Somewhere, deep in her mind, she knew that it would .. ..if she let him...
Ashamed at her weakening resolve, Constance forced herself to gaze away as Brian went to the window-case in search of the Red Flier gum-balls. But it did no good. He was there, too dose for her to resist... that beautiful boy . . . subconsciously wanting her, not knowing that he wanted or even what he wanted in his inexperienced adolescence. But he did ... the experienced Constance Lorane knew he did! He wanted to look at her when she was naked, see her ripe swelling breasts and pink, diamond-hard nipples, and buttocks and most of all, between her legs at her soft, blond-fringed pussy...
"Do ... you see the Red Fliers, Brian?" she asked, sucking in a deep breath to stop her trembling.
"Oh yes, Ma'am!" Brian replied. "But..."
"What?"
"Well, that licorice looks awful good, too."
"It's fresh. I just got it in."
"Mmmm! And I don't have all my baseball cards, either..."
Constance laughed in spite of herself. "Why, Brian! you sound like you want everything there!"
"Awww, MSss Lorane," Brian protested, turning back to look at her. "I ain't no pig."
"Of course you're not," Constance said in a soothing, understanding tone as she crossed her legs. "No, you're a nice boy, Brian, a very nice little boy."
The Johnson lad popped his eyes as he stared indecently at the sweetshop owner's smooth tanned thighs while she shifted in the chair. He could even catch a heady glimpse of sheer white nylon panties where they clung snugly to the enticing juncture between the cuffs of her tight short-shorts. He found himself visualizing in his mind what she would look like without her \ shorts or those white nylon panties, and once more he swallowed tightly.
"But you don't have enough money for everything, do you?" Constance continued sympathetically. "Such a shame ..."
"No, Miss Lorane," Brian managed, clearing his throat. "I... I mean, yes Ma'am, I only have my allowance."
"Ah... poor child," Constance consoled. "That's the way it is with all of us. Never enough money for what we want."
There was a brief period of silence as Brian turned to stare at all the different kinds of candy he wanted, still unable to make up his mind. Constance was more mortified than ever at the way she was staring at his lithe, slender body, and she tried desperately to quell the ever stronger erotic desires that were growing unwantedly in her seething loins. There was the same something about Brian that there had been about the little boy from Clifton and all the other youngsters before him right back to her brother. And it was more than simply a leanly muscular virility, but almost as if there was a compelling magnetism between her sensually mature body and the teenager, an undeniable "animal attraction" that wickedly forced them together no matter what precautions she could take.
"Gee, Miss Lorane," Brian said pitifully. "I only have a dime, but if you would let me, I'd pay you back the other dime tomorrow. I get my allowance tomorrow, and I'd pay you back first thing!" His embarrassed stammering grew until he all but blurted his words. "I.,. I promise!"
"Well, Brian, I think that..." Constance said slowly, unable to make her mind function properly as she felt the boy's eyes gazing involuntarily over her desirable, thinly-clad body. His eyes were almost a solid touch upon her responsive flesh, and they seemed to roam at will up and down from her high rounded breasts to the full inviting curves of her naked and exposed thighs. No! Tell him to buy what he can and then go! a portion of her mind screamed. Tell him to hurry up and leave before it's too late!
But tingling thrills were running through the corrupting woman's stirring flesh faster and faster as she watched the youth unconsciously staring at her lushly matured body. She could feel a moistening tremor of passionate response up between her smooth-skinned thighs as she realized that she was gripped with the maddening temptation to seduce this beautiful boy and damn the consequences! She had to get a firm grip on herself, yet in spite of her knowledge of what surrender might bring, she found herself becoming more hotly aroused by the second! Dear God, what was the use of fighting? She was going to do it no matter how hard she fought... she was going to just open her mouth and say the words that could seal her fate forever, and then Brian would follow, and then .. . and then!
A tremendous surge of wicked pleasure charged through her maturely curvaceous body and she trembled from head to toe as she realized her decision had already been made. God, he was a handsome boy!
"Well, I'll tell you what, Brian," she heard herself reply in a voice she hardly recognized as her own. "I'll do better than loan you a dime, I'll give you some candy."
"G-Give me?" Brian choked, startled. "Wouldn't you like some free candy?" she asked in a syrupy voice, leaning forward to show off her roundly swelling breasts. "Well, jeez! Yeah, yeah I would!"
"I've got some very special candy in back," Constance continued in her loving tone. "I save it for nice little boys who're good to their sweetshop lady." She rose from the chair and went over to where Brian was standing as if rooted to the floor. She was overwhelming his young, immature mind with her bewitching voice and sultry smile, and his knees almost turned to rubber when she placed her hand lightly on his shoulder. She smiled down at him promisingly, saying: "You want to be nice to me, Brian?"
"Y-Yes.. Yes, I do, Miss Lorane," he stammered.
"I'll be nice to you, too, darling child," she said softly. "And perhaps I can give you more than candy . . . Some other pleasure, maybe ... Shall we see?"
Brian wondered if he had heard her correctly. He stared at her barely covered body, unable to speak as the warm pressure of her fingers increased meaningfully against his shoulder, and for a third time in the space of a few minutes, his throat seemed to go dry. Then the older woman turned and slipped the CLOSED sign in the front door, explaining, "This is just for you and me, Brian. We don't want a lot of other boys and girls who don't deserve it to find out, do we?"
"N--No .. . no, I guess not!"
The boy watched the enticing mature form of his candy store lady move gracefully across to the door in the back. He followed her provocatively swaying motions with still stunned eyes as she paused to beckon him to come with her. Crap, she was taking him right into her apartment! They'd be all alone! He couldn't keep his eyes off the undulating rhythm of Miss Lorane's resiliency rounded buttocks through tight clinging shorts. She was better looking than any of the girls he knew in junior high ... or that he'd seen in high school, either! He'd always had a secret dream of being alone with sexy Miss Lorane and showing her that he wasn't just a kid, but grown-up enough for her ... and his pecker was nearly raw from beating off while thinking about her totally naked and wanting him . . . but he'd never imagined it would ever happen to him! But it was! Shit, his prick was tingling at just the thought of going into her apartment and being alone with her in those little short shorts! If he wasn't careful, it would get all the way hard, and man, that would ruin everything!
Almost stumbling, the young teenaged boy followed the sensually alluring older woman into her apartment at the back of the candy store. As he stood nervously in the middle of the room with his hands clasped in front of him, he couldn't help wondering: Jeez, and what did Miss Lorane mean by . . . some other pleasures too"...?
Chapter Two
Constance Lorane would have preferred living in the larger flat upstairs, but the old couple from whom she was buying the candy store were there, hardly ever stirring from the place. They'd offered to rent the upstairs when she'd moved in, but despite their nice offer, Constance had found she didn't have enough money to meet the candy store debts and the additional rent upstairs as well. Not that the ground floor wasn't nice -- it was, just a little cramped, that's all. It was warmly furnished with a large couch which folded out into a bed, a few other chairs, a slatted coffee table, and an oil heater in the comer. A TV set was on some shelves next to the kitchen, and cheery polka-dot curtains hung across the windows, covering the view.
Constance closed the door leading to the store and locked it. "Sit down on the couch, Brian," she said invitingly. "I'll be right back with the candy. It's in the kitchen."
Brian Johnson stared happily at her for a moment, as though unable to believe his good fortune, then quickly scooted all the way to the back of the couch. Constance was visibly trembling now from the force of the erotic sensations rippling uncontrollably through her sex-starved nerves, and no longer did she even care if he could see the lewd agitation caused by his presence or not. The only thing of which she was firmly aware now was the electric passions filling her needing body, her mind overflowing with shameless plans of how best to seduce this delicious fourteen year old boy who sat staring so immodestly at her briefly clothed body.
Her gaze fell involuntarily to the lap of his tight pants, and the sight filled the lascivious woman with still greater desire that both thrilled and terrified her at the same time. Bulging out against the soft fabric was the clear, unmistakable outline of his slender young penis! Sucking in her breath, Constance roved her eyes over the rest of his slim, virile figure, coming to rest once again on his face. Then, unable to stand it a moment longer, she hurriedly turned away and rushed from the room, into the kitchen.
She clutched the counter besides the sink for a second, trying desperately to catch her fluttering breath. Dear God, one more second in mere with Brian, and she'd have attacked him where he sat! she thought miserably. What on earth had taken possession of her so thoroughly? Silly question . .. she knew, she knew all too well what was the matter. She glanced down at her quivering brassiere-less breasts and then to the smooth sloping curve of her exposed belly and the thinly covered triangle of her pussy mound beneath the tight shorts, and she could feel the pink inflamed lips of her lust-swelling vagina tingling madly against the soft silkiness of her white nylon panties. Her nipples were growing pebble-hard, pressing sensitively against the clinging material of her blouse as her full curving breasts pulsated with the sweet agony of her ever-mounting desires. She knew. Oh God, how she knew!
Frantically she began to open the cupboard above her, searching for the box of candy which had been given to her a while back by a man hopeful of a date. She'd sent him packing and had almost thrown the candy after him, but thank the Lord she had kept it instead. It was very expensive coconut-covered marshmallow squares, and though she herself didn't care for them, she was certain that darling Brian would love them.
Finding the box, which had never been opened and was still wrapped in its cellophane, she turned to go back into the living room. A soft whimper escaped from her throat as she thought of her sordid sexual perversions and what she was about to do. Then a tear slowly formed in one of her eyes and trickled down her passion-flushed cheek. Every fiber of, her sensuously trembling body was responding in a tumult of lecherous yearning, all of her reasoning and promises proving to be flimsy barriers to the monstrous forbidden lusts that were overpowering her will power. Every fear of ultimate discovery, every dread of repeating the mistakes she had made before and being ruined for good were being swept aside by the hungrily needing pressures of desire for that delicious young child in the living room. She was lost. Lost!
Numbly she left the kitchen, torn by her conflicting emotions. Steadying herself as she approached the handsome youth again, she said in as calm a voice as she could muster: "Here you are, Brian. I... You have as many as you want."
"Gee, thanks a lot, Miss Lorane!" Brian answered happily, ripping the cellophane from around the ornate box. "This is sure keen of you," he said as he lifted the lid off. "I just love coconut-covered marshmallow squares!"
Greedily he popped one into his mouth, chewing it blissfully, but when he'd swallowed it, he paused to look up at his closely hovering sweet-shop lady with a questioning expression.
"Aren't you going to have one, Miss Lorane?"
"No, I... I'm not hungry right now, Brian. I think I'll have a small glass of gin, instead," she replied, already on her way to the shelf beside the television set. "You go ahead. They're all for you, every one of them because you're so nice ..."
Constance kept her small liquor supply and a set of stemware glasses on the shelves, where it was handier than in the kitchen. She took down the second bottle of gin, the first one still out in the candy store, and poured a wine glass to the top. God yes, she needed a drink! She had to have something to suppress her ragged nerves before she went straight through the walls!
The hot liquid burned all the way down to her quivering stomach, making her slightly queasy after all the other gin she'd consumed before. But then she thought of the desirable male adolescent sitting on the couch behind her, and she lifted the glass again and swallowed the rest of the alcohol in one swallow. She refilled the glass and drank again, rewarded this time by a faint light-headedness that swirled through her bloodstream gratefully. She put the glass down and slowly pivoted to face her youthful guest again, her eyes half-lidded with steaming sensuality.
"I'm glad you like the candy ..." she said to him softly. "I'm so glad you want to be nice to your sweet-shop lady."
Constance watched young Brian shift wonderingly on the couch, as if he were uncertain what was on her mind. The wickedly aroused older woman could feel his eyes still hot upon her light-clothed body as he stared Bvenously, his mouth open as he slowly chewed another piece of the candy. She could sense a rising undercurrent of sexual interest in him, a certain brassy glint of desire in his widening eyes, and as she slowly walked toward him, she half wished she had the nerve to strip her clothes off and go to him totally and provocatively naked. As it was, she couldn't help standing suggestively before the teenager with her legs spread apart, sliding the palms of her hands down over her bare belly and hooking her thumbs in the low-slung waistband of her tight little shorts.
"If you want me to," she said almost in a whisper, "I'll sit down beside you and show you those other pleasures now."
The now blushing-faced young boy stared up at her wordlessly, the torment he was experiencing apparent in his lewdly hungering expression. Crap, he couldn't help it! His cock was jerking in his pants like it was on fire! He was getting a hard-on, just like he was looking at dirty pictures of naked women instead of at sex-pot Miss LoraneJ No ... no, he mustn't let his pecker get stiff! If she saw it sticking up in his pants, she'd get mad at him for sure! She might even take the candy away and send him home!
"What's the matter, darling?" she urged throatily. "Don't you want me to sit beside you?"
"Y-Yeah..." Brian swallowed thickly. "A-Anything you want, Miss Lorane." Almost as though he were frightened, he moved the box of candy to the table beside him and patted a place for her on the cushion.
The older woman smiled warmly and sat down, making certain that the youth was fully aware of every sensually inviting undulation she made with her voluptuous body. She gazed at him provocatively through the fringe of her long eye-lashes, leaning closer to rub the full fleshy mound of her swelling breast against his bare arm as if accidentally. She delightedly recognized that his response was an agony of confusion and frustration as she felt his developing young body quiver and squirm with mounting embarrassment. Once again she blatantly scrutinized the crotch of his tight pants, and erotic sensations rippled all along her spine as she saw a large bulge beginning to strain the material between his legs. Dear God, she couldn't remember when she'd seduced a more innocent or helpless victim! Sensuously, she spoke:
"Do you like girls, Brian?"
"Well, uh ... Sure, sure I like girls!"
"The girls like you, you know. Lots of them come in here and talk about how much they'd like you to do things to them. All sorts of nice things."
Brian flushed a brilliant red. He wasn't aware mat girls blabbered about boys the way he and his pals did about girls in private!
"They talk about how big and strong you are, and how much they'd like to go out with you on dates. Do you have a girl friend, Brian?"
"Naw ... My folks think I'm too young to date."
"Oh, that's a shame."
"I wish I did," he said dejectedly. "I wish I had me a real good-looking girl and we could go to movies and dances and things. My big sister Dawn goes out all the time. She even has a boy friend, but she's nearly sixteen and is old enough I guess. My folks say I can go out next year, when I'm fifteen."
"It must be terrible, not having a nice girl of your own," Constance whispered consolingly. "I can understand how difficult it must be for a virile young man like you, wanting to kiss a girl and make love to her, and having to wait..."
"M-making love?" Brian blurted, gasping for air. Had he heard Miss Lorane right? Was she talking about sex? Crap, he could feel his eager young cock jerking in his pants like a thing alive, and he wriggled on the couch to try hiding his burgeoning erection from her. The red-faced boy tried willing his slender hardness limp again, but it remained throbbingly blood-swollen and straining against his tight imprisoning underpants. Oh man, he could die with shame!
"You know about making love, don't you, Brian?"
"N-no, not really, Miss Lorane," Brian stammered, "raising his eyes guiltily to the sweet-shop lady's face. "I... I mean, there's lots of talk, but without a girl friend ..."
"A girl friend could show you all about it," Constance said, inching seductively still closer to the boy. "A girl friend would teach you things like how to kiss."
"She ... would?"
"Yes, she would," Constance hissed, reaching out with her arm and slowly encircling Brian around the waist. She drew him to her, smiling with rapidly rising passion. "She would put her arm around you like I have, and then she would lean forward until your lips met, like this ..."
She encompassed the startled boy within the folds of her arms, her lushly ripened breasts flattening against the solidness of his heavily breathing young chest, her flat curving belly brushing his ... Then she kissed him, tenderly and with open lips, and the moment she kissed -him, Constance knew she was defeated. Every nerve in her sensuously alive body reacted with maddening desire. Her ungovernably hungry need for this delicious boy overwhelmed her mind, and she could think of nothing but the soft wet pressure of his sensitive lips. She raised one hand and cradled his head tenderly, pushing his face closer, pressing her own mouth more firmly against his...
Oh ... Oh Jeez! Brian thought crazily, his immature brain reeling with wild excitement, Miss Lorane was kissing him! She was kissing him with hot, moist lips, just like lovers do in the movies, and holding him in a tight grip against her full round tits! And ... And crap! Now there was her tongue trying to get into his mouth! Her frigging tongue was inside and it was the craziest feeling he'd ever had! Oh... oh man, his stiffened cock was as hard as a piece of driftwood, and was jumping in his pants like crazy .. . !
Then he felt the older woman move away from his mouth, and a disappointed emptiness filled him. He looked up to see her slowly getting up from the couch, her lovely full-lipped mouth curved in an obscene smile of burning lust. Her blue eyes gleamed licentiously, and as he watched, she slowly, teasingly began to unbutton her blouse.
"Yqu like kissing me, I can tell," she cooed down at him. "You like kissing your sweet-shop lady, don't you, Brian?"
"Ohhh, Miss Lorane!" the boy answered in a muffled groan. Shit, what was happening to him? He must be dreaming this! He must be home in bed and dreaming that he'd kissed her, and that now she was taking off her blouse! Man, she had three buttons undone now, and he could see inside, and .. . ohhhh, she wasn 't wearing a brassiere, just like he'd wondered about! Hell, no, she wasn't! He could almost see her nipples now!
Constance gently cupped her full ripened breasts through the fabric with the palms of her hands as the blouse fell partially open. "It's all right, Brian," she teasingly said. "I like you kissing me, I like you kissing me very much. You kiss so well, and I just know you'll learn everything else just as quickly ..."
Provocative as a strip-teaser, the depraved oider woman teased the astounded young boy unmercifully as she languidly removed her blouse and let it fall to the floor with a wisp of sound. Her moistly gleaming lips pressed into a little smile of wicked delight as she saw the transfixed youth ogle her swaying, now fully exposed breasts in apprehensive fascination. She smoothed her hands down over her tautly rounded breasts until their rose-tipped nipples were erotically hard and distended, continuing on down until her fingers were at the zipper of her shorts. With graceful cunning, she opened her shorts and undulated suggestively as she gradually slid the tight flimsy cloth down over her firm molded buttocks. She stepped out of them, kicking her sandals off at the same time to pose excitingly before Brian wearing only the thin wisp of her white nylon panties.
"And you want me to teach you, don't you?" she went on in her deep throaty purr. "You want your sweet-shop lady to teach you ail those wonderful other pleasures we were talking about..." Slowly she hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her sheer white panties and began to lewdly roll them down over her flaring hips with a suggestive squirming motion that caused her firm, soft-fleshed breasts to sway and dance in lascivious abandon.
Young Brian Johnson sat open-mouthed and petrified on the couch. He couldn't believe what Miss Lorane was doing or saying, nor the crazy wanton gleam in her eyes! Man ... oh man, she was undressing right in front of him! Stripping bare-assed naked down to her twat and all! He'd never seen such beautiful legs or such fantastic breasts, not even on his sister, and she was a looker! And . .. and now he could see even the wet pink pussy slit up between her slightly parted legs, right through the silky blonde pubic hair she was excitedly fingering! God, his painfully throbbing cock was so hard, it was going to break in half in his pants! And ... and shit! Now Miss Lorane was moving toward him . .. !
"It's your tum, darling Brian," the salacious older woman obscenely whispered. "Now it's your turn to get naked, just like your sweet-shop lady is!" She knelt down on the bare wood floor in front of the couch and gently pressed him down on the cushions until he was stretched out on his back, his stiffening young penis like a tent pole punching straight upward in his pants. "You want me to take your clothes off, don't you? Tell me you do ..."
"Oh... oh crap, I don't k-know, Miss Lorane ... I d-don't know, honest! I... I..." he stammered, his straining little eyes fastened on her gently swaying breasts as she leaned over him and began to slide his tee-shirt up. His throat felt as if he had tried to swallow a' baseball! He knew that maybe he should try to stop her, that what she was doing his mother would not approve of ... and for all his dreams and wishes, now that it was actually happening, he was scared, damned scared! But... he didn't want to stop Miss Lorane! He didn't want to stop her at all!
"Sit up," Constance said softly. Almost like an automaton, Brian did as she asked, raising his arms so that she could pull his shirt all the way off. Then she dropped her head down over him, her long blonde hair trailing over his nakedly tingling flesh as she kissed his chest. She tongued her way to each of his small, seed-like nipples and sucked them between her teeth until he groaned aloud before moving down [3ver him with her tongue extended to wetly lave his belly. She caught her fingers in his belt, slowly unclasping it from his waist. Unzipping the fly of his pants, she tugged them rapidly down over his slender hips and buttocks, her hungry blue eyes feasting on his rigid young penis jutting up the cloth of his white underpants. Off came his pants, socks and shoes to pool in a disorganized heap with her own strewn clothing.
God, but he was a delicious sight! "I'm going to make you the happiest boy in Woodport, you sweet little darling!" Constance promised passionately as she eased her fingers beneath the waistband of his underpants. She drew the thin cotton material down, revealing with tantalizing slowness his wildly throbbing young cock that speared up from his loins with its budding fresh virility.
My God, his penis was beautiful! It was hard and quivering with eagerness, just the right length and thickness to please her the most! Constance continued to tug his shorts down, exposing to her lustful gleam his small, smooth testicles that she'd already dreamed about when he'd innocently asked about gum-balls. They were every bit as* attractive as she'd hoped, and she was incited still further by his lack of pubic hair, his belly and scrotum barely fuzzy from immaturity.
She moaned, enraptured, carelessly throwing his underpants aside. Then the older woman bent down over the naked young boy, her fingers teasing up along his slender legs, caressing and gently kneading with just her fingertips. Brian lay motionless on the couch in rigid disbelief, every muscle of his lean, developing body tensed with confused mounting excitement. Wild electric sensations stabbed through the dumbfounded youth as suddenly he felt the older woman gently cup his aching testicles in the palm of one hand. She squeezed them With loving softness as her other hand softly wrapped around the fleshy shaft of his slender young penis.
"Ohhhhhh!" the naked teenager gasped, his brain racing wildly as he involur^arily jerked his head upright to watch what shl was doing to him. Miss Lorane continued to tenderly fondle his balls and stroke an inch or so of his boyish hardness between her fingers, Crap! It was unbelievable! Oh man ... he'd never had any kind of girl like this before, not even Elmira, that sexy girl friend of his sister Dawn. Elmira went down to meet all the fishing boats, that's how nympho she was ... but he'd never even had the chance to fool around with her!
"Ohhhhh, Miss Lorane!" Brian groaned, writhing with . the pent-up desires of his adolescent body. "Ohhhh, that felt so good..."
"I know it does," Constance cooed in response. "But we're going to make you feel even better! Now, move over a little and let me lie down beside you on the couch. There's plenty, of room for both of us ..."
She rose up from her knees as the boy obeyed her command, and then she lay down beside him and began to smooth her hands lustfully over his strong, youthful body, feeling the sleek, developing muscles quiver as she explored his satiny hairless skin with a fevered touch. "You sweet darling child," Constance murmured seductively, the wanton intoxication of her forbidden molestings firing her passions to maddened proportions. She ran her lewdly curling fingers through his wavy brown hair, arching her nakedly voluptuous body higher along the couch until her thrusting, hard-nippled breasts were even with his cherubic face. He was hers, she reasoned lecherously... hers to do with what she wanted, like a scared and trapped young animal not knowing which way to turn!
"Kiss my breasts, darling Brian," she whispered wetly into his ear. She took his young face beneath the chin and drew his gasping mouth to one quiveringly erect nipple, cupping her full fleshy breast with her other hand. "Kiss and suck my delicious tittie, little boy!"
Erotic stabs of indecent pleasure raced through her wildly pulsing belly and loins as she watched his hesitant young lips part... Her erect little nipple brushed encouragingly against them ... And then with uncontrollable passion, she pressed it into the warm, moist cavern of his mouth.
"Ohhhhhh yes! Yes, like that, little lover!" Constance gasped lasciviously. "Suck my tittie and feel it with your tongue! Mmmmmm, what a wonderful lover you are, Brian!"
Even as she mewled with perverted delight from the stimulating pressure of his working lips, the older woman was slithering a smooth palm down along Brian's heavily breathing chest. She eased her hand lower along the eagerly sucking boy's taut belly to fondle his virilely pulsating cock and balls again, hearing and feeling his little moans against her rounded swollen breast when she grasped the hardened slender shaft of his youthful penis and began to stroke it with obscene passion.
Brian couldn't even think clearly any longer.
The feel of her warm rubbery nipple in his mouth while he sucked at it with growing skill. .. the burning touch of her other breast as he massaged it excitedly with his hand ... the electric shocks of sensation billowing up from his spasming loins as she fingered his cock ... Crap, it was all too much to take at the same time! Was it really happening? he asked himself deliriously for the hundredth time. Was he truly sucking lovely Miss Lorane's tit while she beat off his pecker?
"You love this, don't you, you little darling?" Constance asked lustfully above his bobbing head. Her eyes glazed with burgeoning passion as she watched his tender young lips tighten around her painfully throbbing breast, and she could feel his wet, warm tongue stab and taunt her sensitive stiffened nipple while his boyish cock jerked frantically in her grasping hand. The awareness that this was Brian's first sexual experience only inflamed her with additional obscene thrills, adding to the older woman's already maddened desires. She was seducing a virgin! An innocent virgin boy who was frantic with his newly discovered passions! God, how utterly corrupt she was!
"But this isn't all there is, little boy," she moaned heatedly. "Ohhh, there's lots more pleasures yet to come ..."
The curvaceous blonde shifted on the couch to spread the full white columns of her shapely thighs apart, arching one leg upwards until the soft silken flesh of her moistened, hair-lined vaginal crevice was pressing openly against the youngster's naked loins.
"Put your hand down between my legs, Brian," the candy store owner told him, her voice urgent with her searing lust. "Have you ever felt a woman's pussy before?"
"Mmmmmm!" Brian groaned in muffled intensity, his wide dark eyes rolling with disbelief. Hell no, he hadn't! Crap, he hadn't even seen a woman's snatch before today! And now Miss Lorane wanted him to feel hers! But... did he really dare ... ?
"Go on, darling boy!" she mewled suggestively. "Go on and tickle it, right between the soft hair where it's so moist and hot for your fingers!"
Whether his hesitation was born or fear or repulsion Constance couldn't tell, and she couldn't have cared less. She watched his small, slim hand hesitantly move from around her breast and slowly down between her full firm thighs, brushing against her own hand which was still firmly sliding up and down over his pulsing cock. Breath caught in her throat as she felt his uncertain fingers tentatively part her blonde pubic hair and begin to explore the wetly swollen lips of her pussy. She moaned again as she felt the boy tease along the moist pink flesh of her throbbing cuntal softness and experimentally cup the whole of her vaginal mound.
"That's it, little lover! Ohhhh yes! Yes, just like that!" she mewled in lewd delight. "Doesn't my pussy feel warm and nice? Doesn't it?"
"Y-Yes!" B"jan choked out from between his sucking lips. "Ohhhh, crap, yes, Miss Lorane!"
"That's my baby..." the older woman sighed passionately, undulating her buttocks and pressing her hungry wet cunt against the boy's eagerly clutching hand. She groaned and squirmed, working her free hand underneath Brian and around over his naked back, squeezing him harder into her warm, giving flesh. Unable to resist another single minute, she moved deeper down in the soft cushions of the couch, wantonly twisting her excited body and pulling the teenager up over her as she spread her legs wide apart to cradle him between them. Instinctively, the hotly aroused youngster seemed to know what she was trying to do, and he rolled on top until her moistly heated vaginal slit was directly below his swollen young penis.
"You know what I'm going to teach you next, little boy?" she teased lewdly as her eyes blazed with forbidden delight up at him. "Your sweet-shop lady is going to teach you how to fuck! She's going to show you how to put that wonderfully hard cock of yours right inside her pussy .. . and fuck her!"
To Brian, it seemed as though the naked older woman was screaming her obscenities at him! Just the wild crazy sound of them sent spasming jolts of never before felt excitement searing through his inexperienced mind! Cock. . . pussy .. . fuck. . . the obscenities echoed through his immature brain until he groaned in uncontrollable excitement. Fuck Miss Lorane, .. He had to see this to believe it was happening! He raised up his head, her warm uptilting breast slipping from his mouth, its hardened, saliva-moistened nipple grazing tenderly between his open lips. Bracing himself by his elbows, he greedily peered down between their nakedly quivering bodies at the unbelievable lascivious sight they made together. There naked and aroused was Miss Lorane . .. her knees and delicately curving out calves spread on either side of his hips . . . and there he was, the wildly pulsing tip of his aching penis just above her cunt! It was enough to blow his mind!
The young boy watched with stupefied fascination as the desperately passionate woman spread her long lithe legs still wider apart. He could feel one of her hands smooth down over his naked back, while her other hand was guiding his now painfully hard cock closer to the soft, wispy blonde pussy hair fringing her open vaginal slit.
"Now... now watch what I do with your cock, darling boy!" Constance panted obscenely, and she began to undulate her widespread cunt up against him in a lewd, grinding motion. She pressed the eagerly tensed young boy closer to her, sliding the swollen head of his boyish hardness all along the smooth wet crevice of her wetly hungering vagina, parting the soft silken blonde pubic curls. Erotic spasms of teasing sensation shot up through Brian's slender shaft until he groaned with the excruciating pleasure. He could feel a slight indentation like the opening of a warm, welcoming mouth as she positioned his stiffly throbbing cock at the hot quivering hole up into her belly. Shit, was that it? Was that, where he was supposed to stick in his penis ... ?
God, there had never been a seduction like this! Constance cried out to herself excitedly. She'd never been so unspeakably depraved in her lecherous molestings before ... never with so beautiful and so helpless a boy! And she had absolutely no intention of stopping until her greedily hungering belly was filled to the overflowing with all of his delicious fresh sperm!
"You like this too, don't you, my darling virgin boy?" the seducing woman teased, feeling the lust-swollen tip of his virile young penis pulsating against her sensitive cuntal flesh. "You like it so much you want to fuck me!"
"Ohhhh, Miss Lorane!" was all that the now insanely aroused teenager could manage. He stared with enraptured, lust-inflamed eyes as the naked candy store owner pressed him lower and arched her pussy so enticingly upwards. The hair-lined lips of her wet cuntal slit closed around his thrusting penis like a warm, tingling glove, causing the entire throbbing length of his boyish cock to insinuate itself further . . . deeper . . . until all of the youthful erection was buried up inside her hungrily quivering cunt. Oh! Oh damn! He was inside her pussy! Shit, he was really inside Miss Lorane's pussy!
The sex-starved candy shop owner quivered from head to toe with the sublime sensations of his young, probing cock sliding so warmly up inside her. wetly welcoming vagina. All her boys had been so wonderfully eager to learn, to tickle and prod her inner vaginal softness ... But none of them had ever felt half so delicious as little Brian Johnson did right now! She could feel every hard pulsating inch of his slender cock teasing along her sensitive cuntal walls with all the enthusiasm he could muster... It was driving her wild! Wild!
Desperately she pressed up against the straining teenager undulating her nakedly rounded buttocks in small gripping circles and flattening her breasts against his chest. "Ohhh, you feel so good! You feel so good inside my pussy!" she sang out in obscene bliss. "Now fuck me! Push your peter in and out of my cunt and fuck me hard, little boy!"
Brian needed no further urging. He ground his lean young thighs into her wantonly squirming loins as she raised and lowered her wide-spread thighs as if she were riding him. He began tentative deep thrusts in and out of the older woman's tightly clinging pussy, hearing her moan ceaselessly beneath him. He could feel her open and close her long trembling legs spasmodically as he increased the lewd tempo of his driving hips, and a big smile lit up his face.
So this is how it's done! He must be doing it right, because he was really throwing his meat to Miss Lorane and she was obviously digging it! And man, what a wild feeling! More sure of himself now, he quickened his thrusts into her, thrusting the entire pulsing length of his penis deeper and faster, and joyfully hearing loud moans of lustful delight coming from her tightly clenched lips. Man, this might be the first piece of ass he'd ever had... but it sure as hell wouldn't be his last! Not after having found out how good it was!
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh!" Constance chanted in time to his increasingly savage poundinp. Her whole naked body wantonly jerked and twisted beneath him, her face contorting in ecstatic passion and her nostrils flaring in untamed animal desire. Her forehead broke out in a light coat of perspiration, glistening beneath her wild disheveled blonde hair, and there was nothing now ... nothing at all that could stop her depraved race for sexual fulfillment!
"Ohhhhh God, yes! Yes! Fuck me until you cum, darling boy! Fuck me 'til you cum!" she crooned up into his passion-flushed face. She wrapped one of her arms tightly around the boy's neck, pulling his hard young chest down against her passionately quivering breasts, and slithered her other hand down to his firm thrusting buttocks. She cupped his tautened ass-cheeks, pressing him down on his in-stroke to gain still more of his exuberantly fucking cock deep up in her open and pleading cunt. "Fuck me, Briannnnn!"
The youthful lover squirmed down into her hotly moistened pussy from above with all the strength of his strong adolescent hips. He could feel the warm buttery flesh of her cunt clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat all around his hardened penis. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes, ramming the last inch of his virile young cock up inside her warmly flowering pussy, bringing new ecstatic cries from her excitedly constricting throat. He'd prayed for just this .. . for the chance to screw a girl... to screw the voluptuous Miss Lorane! And now he was . .. and she was twisting and grinding lasciviously beneath him, unable to control her helpless desire to be fucked by him! He pulled his face up so that he could watch the candy store owner's desire-twisted face. It was a salacious sight he didn't want to miss, the frantically contorted expression of the wild obscene pleasure he was bringing to her!
Constance's face was twisted with the sordid passion of her seduction, her lips bared back over her teeth and her eyes tightly clenched shut. She clawed her fingers over his lean muscular buttocks, digging harshly into the flesh as his flexing ass-cheeks pounded down into her open loins. She could feel his cum-filled little balls bouncing rhythmically below her wetly throbbing vaginal crevice, slapping with tingling sensations against her anus. She was filled with the lewd desire to feel little Brian cum in her belly, to shoot his fresh virile seed far up into her thirstily sucking pussy until it inundated her grateful cunt and ran out and down her inner thighs. She was alone with the eagerly fucking boy in a private world of forbidden lust, and there was no longer any fear of discovery, any dread of ruin .. . Nothing but this deep wet hole of lusting flesh, of belly against belly, of cock inside cunt.. .
"Ohhhh, fuck me hard, you sweet darling! Yes, fuck me hard and cum! Please cummmmm!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching orgasm, and her sweat-slick body was becoming almost inhuman as she thrashed and contorted insanely, spreading her quaking legs even wider apart and spurring on the immature teenager as if he were a wild colt, the heels of her bare feet digging hard into his
I straining calves.
Brian could feel his wildly excited penis growing and expanding inside the lust-grinding woman's cunt until it felt as if it were going to explode from the crazy pressure that was building in his testicles. He rammed down into her with increasingly long strokes, his slender hips driving frantically in his quest for a climax. Shit, any second now and he'd cum, just like she was pleading him to! He was going to squirt his hot juice right up his sweet-shop lady's tight little pussy like he'd always wanted to! Man oh man, it was so goooddddd ...!
"I'm cumming, darling! I... I'm cumming!" Constance suddenly screamed with a high-pitched gasp of intense delight. She locked her ankles in a savage grip high up against the boy's laboring young buttocks, her hips lifting off the couch slightly as she held him tightly to her thrashing body. She could hardly breathe as she quivered spasmodically around him in helpless pulsating rhythm, feeling her heated orgasmic fluids flowing out around his still hard-driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her gyrating buttocks.
"Ohhhhh, Miss Lorane!" the young boy groaned. "Me ... Me tooooo! I'm cumming too!" Brian felt himself erupting with his orgasm, and throwing his hands down on either side of the still convulsing older woman, he shoved her soft, tender thighs down harshly into the cushions as he ground his wildly jerking penis as far as he could into her softly yielding cunt. The ache in his sperm-churning balls was unbearable, and he had to cum right that instant or he would die!
He gasped joyously into the moistness of her mouth, as for the first time in his young male life, he felt the incredibly pleasurable sensation of starting to cum inside a woman's softly heated pussy. Above his own moans, he heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his back, and then with a soul-shattering grunt that came from deep within his beating chest, his racing semen was exploding inside her. He shot his virile fresh sperm deep up into her liquid depths of her receptively receiving womb, feeling it pool and mingle with her own cum in a sensation he would never have believed possible before. His slender young penis continued to jerk out its completion, his white hot cum squeezing from around the tightly clasping lips of her overflowing cunt and washing down between her flexing ass cheeks and over his testicles. The inundated walls of her spasming vagina sucked at his spewing cock hungrily until at last the boyish erection gave one last spurt and the final drop of semen drained from its swollen tip.
Brian throbbed the muscles of his rapidly shrinking cock, hoping somehow he could bring it to life again so he could fuck the older woman again. Shit, what a ride! He couldn't wait to get another hard-on so he could screw the sexy blonde some more! But a warm, numbing lethargy flowed pleasantly over him as his passion waned with release, and finally the boy threw his arms around the nakedly satiated older woman in blissful exhaustion, % great sigh of contentment escaping from oetween his lips ...
Constance lay with his curly brown head nestled against her rapidly rising and falling breasts, still able to feel his small, deflated penis pulsing inside her belly. Her legs slowly fell limp, splaying obscenely out on either side of the naked youth's still panting body. Her heart pounded in her chest as her receding climax gradually faded from her, and she stared up at the ceiling through dimmed, waxen eyes, feeling her flesh sated and thoroughly relaxed. She knew she'd been fucked, and fucked damned well...
Yet as the tremendous passions which had risen to overwhelm her only moments before slowly began to recede, her mind began returning to some semblance of sanity. Shamefully she glanced down at the lewd picture of herself, old enough to be this child's mother, lying with arms and legs spread obscenely wide apart while his heaving adolescent body covered her in the age-old position of intercourse. A wave of guilt poured through her, along with temporarily forgotten pangs of fear and dread. She began to feel a deep despair, a mental anguish born of the humiliation of knowing that what she'd allowed to happen this afternoon must never, ever take place in Woodport again . . . and the wretched terror that perhaps it was already too late. That perhaps in the throes of her momentary weakness for sweet Brian Johnson, she had sown the seeds of her own destruction .. .
She felt Brian's nakedly spent body stirring above her, and then the soft tugging of his withdrawal as his soft little penis slipped wetly from her ravaged vagina. He crawled from between her legs, a thin trail of his fresh sperm dribbling from the end of his cock. She lay unmoving as he slowly stood up beside the couch, inwardly cringing as he asked with a contented sigh:
"Gee, wasn't that a fine fuck, Miss Lorane?"
Constance placed the arm of her hand over her eyes, blotting out the obscene sight of her teenage lover's naked body, and his expression of tender affection. Dear God, how could she admit it wasn 't a fine fuck? How couid she deny it after the way she'd led him on and responded to his own youthful enthusiasm? But she had to, for her own safety!
"Miss Lorane?" Brian asked again, and Constance heard a beginning trace of uncertainty in his voice.
"I... I think you better get dressed and leave, Brian," she responded in a cool tone. "Please ... just get dressed and go now."
"W-Wasn't it any fun for you, Miss Lorane?" the boy asked fearfully. His vulnerable adolescent ego, already on the defensive because this had been his first time, wilted under the humiliation of having done his best and apparently not having been good enough to satisfy her. "Gee, I promise to be better next time!"
Constance sensed the anguish in the handsome youngster, and she felt truly sorry for him. But she knew she had to be firm in her rejection, for to tell him that he'd been a wonderful lover would only encourage him to try again. And she knew deep in her heart that if he did try again, she would probably have no more chance of resisting him and her own lewd urges than she'd had the first time! "There ... won't be another time, Brian," she said, faltering for the proper words. "It was a mistake. I thought... Oh, I don't know what I was thinking, but I know it mustn't happen again. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yeah, sure, I understand, Miss Lorane," he murmured, blinking back tears of humiliation and disgrace as he reached for his clothing. He slowly put them on, dejectedly looking at the lovely older woman as she continued to lie in wanton nakedness on the couch. A thick lump formed in his throat as he studied her long tanned legs and softly rounded breasts and that triangle of blonde pussy hair where he'd just embedded his cock. And now he'd never have another chance! She was all through with him, and he felt so ashamed that he wished the ground would open up and swallow him!
"G-Goodbye, Miss Lorane," he finally said, choking back a sob. "I'll... be going now, like you want."
"Thank you, Brian," Constance replied in a dull voice. "You'll go out the back door, won't you? And please don't forget your candy."
"No, Ma'am," Brian said, hastily clutching the box to his chest. He stumbled out of the room, not even pausing to see if the back door caught when he slammed it behind him. He walked blindly around the side of the house to the sidewalk, and then started the long, lonely walk home.
School was over, and any of his friends who might have stopped by the candy store had long since gone, having seen the CLOSED sign in the window. Stiff-legged and just a little sore, he shuffled along, the evening breeze coming off the ocean swirling around but unable to refresh him.
Man, he must have really done something wrong to louse up a good deal like that. He didn't know what, but he guessed he wasn't such a big man after all. That must be it, he bet -- Miss Lorane was used to grown-up men with big penises and not kids like him. It was enough to make a guy bawl!
Tears slowly rolled down from his eyes, blurring his vision. He stopped to sniff loudly and rub his eyes dry, and as he looked up again, he saw a dusty white sea gull perched on a piling on the cannery's wharf. The sea gull cocked its head inquisitively in his direction, as if it were studying him with its beady little eyes, and then with a flurry of wings it took off. It circled above his head, its beak open as it gave off a raucous cry, a cry that sounded just like it knew all about him, and was mocking the little boy unmercifully.
Chapter Three
Young Dawn Johnson sat on the closed seat of the toilet after having changed from her tiny bikini. Brian's nearly eighteen year old sister had the same cherubic round face as he did, even to the cute row of freckles across the bridge of her snub nose. She also had a similar shade of deep brown hair, which she usually wore long and flowing, but which was in a pony tail at the moment, tied with a bright red ribbon. She could wear it well this way, because she had a slender throat and nicely shaped ears. Her eyes were also a dark brown, and her lips were well formed and definite, shaped like bows, the pale lipstick she wore emphasizing their nubile sensuality.
Dawn had the deep tan of a native Woodport-er, and she knew she looked darn sexy in her brief two-piece bathing suit. Its bright yellow color highlighted her golden darkness, and though her legs were not quite as full as she would have liked them to be, her hips and thighs were definitely those of a woman, and her pert young breasts were solid and firm like jutting round apples.
She had come in from the beach a half hour ago, where she'd been sunning since school let out -- a practice she tried to follow every day so she'd keep her nice tan. Besides she got a real thrill out of just lying on the soft warm sand, her whole body motionless as if in mute offering, her legs slightly parted to accentuate the triangle of her budding sex, her back curved imperceptibly so that her conical breasts pressed hard against the thin halter of the bikini top. She knew that the boys all stared at her, roving their hot eyes over her nubile, nearly naked flesh, wishing it was their hands covering her tits and cunt instead of the thin bands of material. She knew it... and she reveled in it.
But with the approach of evening, it became time to dress for her date with her boy friend, Waldo Chatwin. The teenage girl shivered just thinking about the seventeen year old boy ... He was so handsome and masculine, a senior in high school who was a dream-boat catch for a sophomore like her. She trembled expectantly as she sat on the lid of the toilet, wondering where he was planning to take her tonight, getting chills as she thought about just being with him anyplace he wanted to go.
She was really wild for Waldo, and ever since they'd started going together three months back, she'd enthusiastically allowed the boy full control over her young, tender body. She and Waldo blended their naked bodies ^t every opportunity, and the happiest moments were when she'd lay spent and exhausted in his strong arms, his youthful sperm mingling deep up in her tight little vagina. His penis excited her whenever he'd show it to her, hard and thick and ready to plunge into her hungrily quivering belly. Once she had lovingly caressed it, running her hot, fevered hand up and down its firm pliant shaft until great spurts of his creamy white semen had shot out and spewed over both of them.
Waldo hadn't been the first boy she'd let fuck her, not by a long shot. There'd been quite a few before him, her virginity having been taken when she was eleven by a neighbor's son who'd since moved away from Woodport. And Waldo wasn't the only one even now, any more than she was his exclusive girl. She'd been to many wild beach parties and beer busts where all the boys and girls traded partners as often as they could, and both she and Waldo had learned to love sex for its own sake. But Waldo had been the first to turn her on to marijuana, After her original reluctance, she'd taken to "grass" like a duck to water, finding it was a hell of a boot, an aphrodisiac that made her more passionately insatiable than ever. And for her date tonight, she wanted to be high . ..
Dawn hummed merrily to herself in an abstracted fashion, glancing to see- that the bathroom door was locked before she reached former large shoulder-strap purse that was beside her feet. She found a brown, loosely-filled marijuana cigarette, one of a half-dozen which Waldo had given her before he had taken her home last night. She lit the drugging cigarette, then opened the window of the bathroom and snapped the burnt match out of the window.
The young girl began drawing on the marijuana slowly and deeply, peering out of the open window in an idle manner. She saw her younger brother running up the flagstone path to the house, and after a moment heard the muffled slam of the front door and his pounding footsteps on the stairs. She puzzled momentarily over his actions, but she was growing too mellow and high to let whatever was bothering Brian worry her now. Her attention was taken by a sea gull instead, which was swirling out over the large tree across the street. Yeah, this was it, she contemplated dreamily. This was living. Hello, sea gull, you've got a swell no-sweat time if you don't let the cats grab you. Gripes, I dig cats; the two-legged -- no, three-legged kind! It's the fuzz you gotta watch out for ...
She started to giggle, dragging on the joint again, sucking in its sweet, heady ing smoke. She fleetingly remembered her double date last night, when she and Waldo, his friend Leo and Leo's girl Elmira had been in the back seat of Waldo's car, puffing on grass. Elmira had passed out cold from the marijuana and she'd missed everything, including the fucking Leo had given her unconscious body. Dawn still didn't really believe that other girl didn't remember anything.
The young girl finished the last of the marijuana cigarette and flushed it down the toilet. Then she stood up and inspected herself in the full-length mirror that was on the back of the door. She was wearing a light blue blouse and a darker blue mini-skirt, keeping the blouse outside of the skirt. The skirt was very short, coming almost half-way up her tanned thighs, and as she looked at her reflection with critical appraisal, she was able to glimpse the slight creases of the tight elastic leg bands of her flimsy white panties.
Dissatisfied, the young girl tugged her panties up higher, until the smooth round cheeks of her buttocks and the soft curving mound of her nubile vagina were pressed tight enough to show the thin crevice between them. An erotic tingle passed through, her young body, followed by an involuntary blush at. the thought of what Waldo would think when he saw her like this! Then, still giggling, she unlocked the bathroom door and started down the hall.
Brian's bedroom was next to hers, and as she passed his open door, she was startled by the deep sound of his crying. She'd heard him crying enough over the years from spankings or injuries, but never quite like this before! She paused to look in, and saw him stretched out on his bed, sobbing his heart out into his pillow.
"Brian? What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" he wailed, hiding his head. "Go away!"
"There certainly is something^he matter," his sister said, now thoroughly alarmed. She walked in and sat down beside him. "Now what is it?"
"I won't tell you!"
"Brian, stop crying and tell me what's the matter!"
"I... I can't! Go away, Sis! Go away and leave me alone!"
"Brian Johnson, I will not go away!"
"It... It's too terrible," the boy moaned, stopping his crying for a moment, "It's too terrible to tell you. I can't!"
"Yes, you can." Dawn said in a comforting voice. "It can't be that bad."
"It is! It is! Ohh, shit, I wish I was dead!" Brian said, sniffling as he turned on the bed to look up at his sister. His face was streaked with tears, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen, and his jaw trembled with youthful stubbornness as he groped for words. "I... I can't because it's ... it's personal!"
"Ahhh," Dawn said, smiling slightly as she suddenly realized what was in back of Brian's troubles. "You mean it's about sex!"
Brian burst into fresh tears when he heard the lewd word, nodding his head uncontrollably in answer. He wanted to tell his sister, he really wanted to. She was always so understanding and helpful with homework and things, but this was different. As much as he wished to tell and then ask her what he'd done wrong to Miss Lorane, he was still too ashamed.
"There, there," soothed the young girl, rubbing his back fondly. "We all have sex lives, Brian. It's nothing to be sorry about, or try to hide. Sex should be natural and normal, and you shouldn't be afraid to talk to me about it. I'm your older sister, and I've been around some.
Maybe I can help you. Is it about a girl?"
Brian shook his head mutely, the truth lodging in his throat.
"Then what?"
And it was then that the tormented boy could no longer keep his humiliating secret bottled up inside him any longer. Perhaps it was his sister's soft reassuring voice, or the fact that she was genuinely concerned about him and. wouldn't laugh if he told her the truth. Or maybe it was his adolescent's desperate urgency to find out why Miss Lorane had suddenly turned so cold to him. But whatever it was, Brian felt the words welling up in him, and with his head down, he blurted out:
"It... It was a woman, Sis. A real grown-up woman."
Dawn gaped incredulously at her younger brother. "A woman? Here in Woodport, you found a woman to fool around with? Don't tell me old lady Rasmussen is putting out for you!"
"N-No, not our English teacher. I mean a really beautiful woman," Brian moaned, and anguished tears threatened to spill from his eyes again. "It... It was Miss Lorane. You know. She runs the sweet-shop."
"Miss Lorane?" Dawn gasped. "Well, what about her?"
"We ..." Brian swallowed thickly. "We made love today."
"Miss Lorane? You banged Miss Lorane? You're kidding!"
"It's the truth, Scout's honor! I was in her store, and then she asked me to go in the back with her, and..." The young boy continued his story of how Constance Lorane had seduced him with the coconut-covered marshmallow squares, even showing his sister the box of candy as proof.
After her first breathless surprise, Dawn listened intently to the details, Brian leaving out nothing of the obscene afternoon. As he talked, Dawn could almost picture the lovely older woman naked on the couch of her apartment, urging Brian to fuck her harder and faster, and in spite of the fact that it had happened to her own brother, Dawn began to experience a certain vicarious eroticism. Her tender pussy began to twitch against her thin white panties with lurid response, until she was forced to press' her shapely legs together to quell the little tingling sensations that were rising in her loins from her brother's lewd account.
So Miss Lorane is hot for young boys, is she? Dawn's mind asked as she listened to her brother. A thin smile of prurient glee crossed her full moist lips as she thought of the pretty older woman who owned the corner candy store, and of the many stories she'd heard about the man who'd tried to get someplace with her and struck out before getting to first base. So that was the reason! She only wanted boys! Miss Lorane was the kind of female who was barren under the rough touch of a man, unable to enjoy harsh masculine contact or the savage battering of a full-grown cock. But she was still a woman full of passion ... a woman who could respond uncontrollably to tenderness and youth; the soft, eager yearnings of boys. Boys and .. . and perhaps girls?
Dawn moistened her lips, her dark eyes beginning to sparkle naughtily with lewd ideas. Boys were best, she thought, with their hard long cocks and hot, muscular bodies. But it was nice to make love to a girl once in awhile and feel creamy smooth skin and touch the magic wetness between soft velvety thighs. Oh, yes, it was lovely to have a girl every so often as a change of pace .. . and what was Miss Lorane but a grown-up girl? A grown-up girl whom Dawn now knew loved to fuck little boys .. . and Dawn was willing to bet right then and there Miss Lorane might just like to fuck little girls if the opportunity arose. And even if the woman wasn't willing, there might not be too much she could do about it...
She turned her undivided attention back to her younger brother, just as he was finishing his story. "... I thought she really liked it, only then she sent me away. She told me we'd never do it again. What did I do wrong, Sis? Jeez, I wish you'd tell me, because I want to do it again!"
"You didn^t do anything wrong, Brian," his amoral sister ^aid. "You screwed her just like a guy should."
"I... I did? And ... and you're not mad at me for doing it?"
"Hell no," she replied, patting him proudly. "I think it's great you finally busted your nuts, Brian. That's what life's all about, isn't it? Getting your kicks?"
"Well, then why didn't she like it?"
"She did, only women are funny afterwards sometimes."
"They . . . they are?" Brian asked incredulously.
"Sure. You'll learn that after another few times. Why, Waldo never knows what I'm going to do."
"You mean you ... you... ?"
"Fuck? Damned right, Brian. Waldo screws me every chance we get, and I wouldn't miss it for the world!"
"Gosh!"
"Now, I wouldn't worry about Miss Lorane, if I were you," Dawn continued warmly. "But if it'll make you feel better, I'll go ever and talk to her, just to smooth things over. Okay?"
"But... But then she'll know I told you!"
"So what? It'll just be between us girls. You want to get into Miss Lorane's pants again, don't you?"
"Then you go wash your face and get cleaned up before Mother sees you like that and starts wondering. I'll take care of everything.5'
"Well... all right." Brian pressed his lips tightly together, still not convinced that his sister was right in what she was proposing to do. But it was better than nothing, he supposed. "You gotta come right back home, though."
"I plan to," Dawn said, standing up and smiling down at her brother. "I've got a date with Waldo tonight. In fact, if he should come here and I'm still out, you tell him to wait for me, will you?"
"Sure, Sis. Sure, I will!"
Dawn walked gayly out of the bedroom, humming the same tuneless ditty as she had in the bathroom. So Miss Lorane liked going around without any bra on, did she? the wicked little girl thought salaciously. No bra to turn on the boys, is it? Well, I wonder what'U happen when I show up and I'm not wearing any panties... !
The late afternoon cast shadows into Constance Lorane's living room, stretching darkness across the curvaceous older woman as she slumped nakedly on the couch. She gazed with sightless eyes out the side window, blankly staring through the gauzy polka dot curtains at the same grassy school field she had been able to see earlier from the front of the candy store. Now the field was empty, the teenage footballers deserting practice for dinner and homework. Just as well, she despondently thought. She doubted she could stand the sight of any more virile young boys frolicking innocently around ...
Unconsciously, she took the glass of gin from the table beside the couch, sipping it and feeling the hot alcohol burn its way through her belly. She had been nipping at the soothing liquor ever since Brian had left and she'd stirred just enough to fetch a bottle and glass. She felt a little ashamed for the way she'd been drinking, but she couldn't help being relieved for the faint euphoria that was easing the guilty torment in her mind. Alone in the apartment with nothing but her morbid thoughts to keep her company, she was afraid that otherwise she would go crazy.
She leaned back against the couch, clasping her hands around the glass and settling it in her lap. Looking down at her maturely ripened body, she sadly realized that it looked exactly the same as it had that afternoon, showing no marks of her indecent seduction." Staring at her full, thrusting breasts, she couldn't help thinking of how Brian's touch had made them come alive, their sensitive little nipples tightly straining as though they had wanted to break loose from her excited flesh. A shiver of self-loathing passed over her naked flesh, her brain wishing it could deny that it had ever happened. Even with the telltale evidence wetly coating her soft pubic curls and smooth inner thighs, she could barely believe she had allowed herself to molest that innocent fourteen year old child against all of her better judgment... but the obscene sight of the soiled cushions and the dried semen covering her depleted body were mocking souvenirs of her self-betrayal.
Suddenly she felt a compulsive need to purge herself, to cleanse her body and mind of all traces of her guilt. Resolutely, Constance put her glass beside the gin bottle and rose up from the rumpled couch, her golden-tanned body gleaming slightly in the last long shafts of the day's sun. She started for the bathroom, which was off the kitchen, her stomach tightening in knots as she thought about the fatal situation she had caused for herself.
God, how utterly stupid she'd been! If only she'd been a stronger person and not allowed her sinful passions to control her, this would never have happened! Now her fate hung on whether young Brian said so much as one word about the seduction. Just one tiny, single word! She recalled with a deadly chill her own school days when the boys and girls would brag of then-conquests, whether they'd actually happened or not. Snickered stories and dirty rumors were continually rampant, and with a sinking heart, Constance figured that all the denials in the world wouldn't help her should Brian's tale leak out.
Her eyes began to puddle as she entered the small, tiled bathroom, and inwardly she cringed with guilt and fear as she stood quivering on the small rug in front of the shower unit. God, there wasn't anything she wouldn't do at this moment to erase the horrid afternoon with Brian in her apartment! To wipe it out of history and replace it with anything else -- anything except what she'd allowed herself to do! But then she shook her head and forced herself to stop her tears. There was a time for crying and a time to face up to reality, and there was no use for her to fool herself that it had never happened.
But then, with a perverseness which made her tremble, another dark recess of her mind brought forth the haunting memories of lying obscenely sprawled on the couch. Brian was over her, his slender young penis skewering deep up inside her, and he was pumping as hard as he could, almost ready to cum ... cum ... Constance felt the blood rising to her cheeks as the vivid remembrances of the boy's lewd fucking and her own lustful performance came drifting involuntarily back to her. The unwanted mental images seared through her mind, reviving a lewd tingling up between her thighs.
Constance clenched her buttocks tightly together, squeezing out the unwanted sensations as she reached through the shower curtain to turn on the water. A low, soft moan escaped from her lips as desperately she adjusted the spray, and when it was hot enough to send billowing clouds of steam into the room, she stepped into the stall. She gasped as the nearly scalding water beat against her skin, but she took a bar of soap and the bath sponge, beginning to wash her abdomen and loins. She reached up with one hand and pointed the shower nozzle directly on her full, upright breasts after a moment, feeling the boiling spray ruthlessly pelt her sensitive nipples.
Showers are almost masochistic, she thought tormentedly. If the water is turned up hot and full, the needle points are almost painful as they cut into one's flesh like thousands of tiny daggers. It was like a divine punishment, a just retribution for having seduced the young boy that day ...
For five more minutes Constance withstood the torrent, and then she turned off the water and stepped out on the rug, dripping wet. Briskly, almost as if she wanted to heap further punishment on her sinful body, the naked older woman dried herself with a large fluffy towel. Her skin tingled from the abuse of the water and cloth, and glowed with a bright, burnished pinkness.
Then she padded nakedly into the living room and went to her bureau, which was set against the shelves at one end. From one of its drawers she removed a thick, floor-length flannel nightgown, and she quickly draped it over her head, wanting nothing more than to cover her curvaceous betraying flesh from the. least bit of exposure. It took but a moment for her to unfold the couch into a double bed. She smoothed down the sheets and plumped the pillows, then crawled in wearily, almost too battered and despondent to pull the covers over her.
She stared at the ceiling, praying for sleep and a temporary release from the agony in which she was gripped. Yet perversely sleep would not come, and she continued to lie awake, tossing and turning in torment. Her mind was busily involved with self-condemnation and the silent determination to jtay away from the boys of Woodport from here on in. And underscoring her agitation was a constant fear that it was already too late, and the dread clutching her heart made sleep impossible.
But it was possible, she miserably told herself, just possible she would find she didn't have to worry. Perhaps she had permanently discouraged Brian from attempting to make love to her again, and he would be too ashamed to admit to any of his friends that he had been with her and failed. Hopefully this would prove to be an isolated instance and would not lead to her complete ruination. And time was a great healer ... Possibly in time Brian would forget what had happened. Eventually, she .trusted that there would be nothing but a minor sear to remind him that this had ever happened between them. Perhaps...
But there was nothing she could do about it now, except to wait, hope and pray ...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a light tapping on the back door.
"Miss Lorane?" came a muffled voice. "This is Dawn. Dawn Johnson."
"D-Dawn? What do you want?"
"I'd rather not say out here. Won't you let me in?"
A clammy iciness crawled up the older woman's spine, a premonition that she shouldn't open that door. She clutched her throat with one hand, the other gripping the sheet to her breast. "I ... I'm sorry, Dawn, but I've gone to bed. I'm not dressed."
"That's all right, Miss Lorane. I'm all alone. Please!"
Dear God, what did that girl want? Trembling with reluctant hesitancy, Constance slowly got out of bed and padded barefoot to the door. She stood before it m her nightgown, afraid to unlock it, afraid not to. "But I ... I'm not feeling well," she called, in a final effort through the protective wood paneling. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?"
"I'm afraid not. It's about Brian V
"Oh!" Constance gasped involuntarily. Had the boy said something? But if the wretched truth was out, why was his sister here by herself and not his parents or the police! But if not, then what. .. ? She unlatched the door, knowing she couldn't avoid it any longer, and opened it just a crack. "What... What about Brian?" she asked fearfully as she peered out at the young teenage girl. "Is he ... Is he hurt?"
"No, not really," Dawn said, smiling disarmingly back at the older woman. "If you'll let me in, I'll tell you about it."
"If you insist," Constance sighed fatalistically, and stepped aside to allow the girl to enter. She shut the door behind her and ushered Dawn into the living room.
With the couch opened out into a bed, the only place to sit down was on the bed, and the teenage girl Dawn immediately made herself comfortable, removing her flat shoes and drawing her bare slender legs up under her on the mattress.
Constance stood perplexed for a moment, blinking with the conflicting emotions she felt. Despite her trepidation, she was becoming rather irked by the ill-mannered way Brian's sister was acting. Dawn had made herself right at home without even asking, and there was an odd gleam to her eyes which concerned Constance, as if the girl wasn't... well, wasn't quite all right in the head. Had Dawn been drinking ... ?
"Sit down and relax, Miss Lorane," Dawn said casually.
"I... I'd rather not, thank you," Constance replied. She pressed her fingers to her forehead, frowning, wanting very much for the girl to be gone. She said: "I... I'm not feeling well at all, Dawn, so if you could just tell me what it is and
"Don't try to crap me, Miss Lorane," the teenager cut in disdainfully. "You're not sick at all. In fact, I know damned well, you're healthy as can be."
"Now see here!" Constance gasped. "I won't be spoken to that way in my home, young lady! If your parents knew how rude - "
"If my parents," Dawn interrupted, "ever knew how my brother fucked you this afternoon, they'd run you out of town."
"Wh-What?" Constance choked in horror. 'What did you say?"
"You heard me. You better sit down, like I told you. You look like you might faint." The wicked little girl smirked at the attractive sweet-shop owner, almost as if she were enjoying the sudden chalk-white pallor which had come over Constance's face. "See, Brian sort of spilled the beans on you to me. He was awfully upset because he thinks you don't like him any more. But we know better, don't we?"
"He... He didn't!" Constance groaned abjectly. She swayed, burying her face in the palms of her hands, feeling all the blood draining away from her cheeks and leaving her with a chilled sensation down to the very marrow of her bones. Momentarily she thought she would faint, and she sagged down on the bed next to Dawn, lowering her hands to help support her body as she sat shaking her head.
"He didn't... Oh God, he didn't," was all she could murmur over and over.
"I'm afraid he did. He told everything to me, every little detail. I'm sorry, Miss Lorane."
Constance shivered as she sensed a numbing helplessness blanket her mind. She looked pleadingly at the boy's sister, knowing deep down that Dawn was speaking the truth. Brian had told! But in spite of the girl's statement about being sorry, Constance saw that there was a gleam of lewd delight in her young eyes and a small grin of licentiousness around her pretty full lips. It was all too obvious that Dawn was baiting her, having fun at her expense. And the ghastly truth was that she had nobody to blame except herself...
"What.. . What happened between Brian and I was a mistake. It won't happen again, I promise. That's .. . That's why I sent him away the way I didn, so it won't happen again." She gazed into the girl's dulled, dreamy eyes, her mind struggling for the proper words of entreaty. "Believe me, Dawn. It was a mistake. D-Don't say anything to anybody. If you do, I'll be ruined in Woodport. I'll be ruined, and maybe Brian will, too. Please ..."
"Why, Miss Lorane," Dawn said, smiling in a pacifying fashion. "You're worked up over nothing. I don't care how many times you fuck my brother. I think fucking is great, and I wouldn't want him to lose out on anything. Want a cigarette while we talk things over?"
Constance's mind was whirling. Dawn could have struck her with a fist and the impact wouldn't have been greater. She stared at the girl wide-eyed with disbelief, still trying to comprehend what she'd calmly said about not caring if her brother fucked or not! Speechless with shock and horror, the older woman watched as Dawn reached into a large purse that she'd laid beside the bed and brought out some odd looking cigarettes. Blankly, Constance looked at them as she was offered one.
"What's the matter, Miss Lorane? Cat got your tongue? I asked if you wanted a cigarette."
"My God, no!" Constance blurted, choking.
"Go on, Miss Lorane," the teenage girl urged insidiously. "They're very special and quite mild tasting. I think you should at least try one .. . for your own good! I mean, you are Miss Lorane the child molester, aren't you?"
A ghostly tremor rippled over the candy store owner as she saw the sixteen year old's dark flashing eyes, and she swallowed tightly, her throat and lungs constricting with horror. There was no question as to the intent of Dawn's words! The implication was clear as crystal! Blackmail! The girl was blackmailing her with the threat of exposure! And there was nothing, absolutely nothing, she could do about it...
"All ... All right," Constance said submissively, and took the cigarette, bending her head so that Dawn could light it for her. It was only a cigarette ... but it was also the symbol of her subjugation to Brian's sister... a teenage girl who blandly spoke of fucking as being fun and wanting her kid brother to enjoy it, even with a woman twice his age ... Dawn was forcing her to accept a cigarette now, but what would it be later?
My God, Constance thought piteousiy, what could be enough for a girl like her... ?
Chapter Four
Constance Lorane sat in a state of shock. The hapless candy store owner's long flowing nightgown bunched around her naked body on the bed as she took the first long slow drag on the cigarette young Dawn Johnson had forced upon her. Her thoughts were a jumble of despair and dread ... despair in that her worst fears had been realized, and dread in that the secret of her corrupting had been discovered by Brian's mocking sister. She couldn't help shaking the intuitive, feeling that the teenage girl was toying with her, though in her daze, Constance couldn't figure out what possible motive was behind it.
She wanted a drink of gin in the worst way now, but she forced herself to sit where she was. The last vestiges of her shattered pride still clung determinedly, and stubbornly she resolved not to let Dawn see her weaken any further. She inhaled deeply, nervously using the cigarette as a crutch while she vainly tried to collect her reeling senses, totally unaware in her dazed condition that she was smoking marijuana for the first time in her life. She was aware that the cigarette tasted strange but not unpleasant, and after three or four more inhalations, she could hardly feel the smoke go down into her lungs at all.
"Do you like the cigarette, Miss Lorane?" Dawn asked solicitously, puffing on the one she'd lit for herself.
Constance blinked slowly, and curiously she found that the young girl was moving in and out of focus. "Yes," she said, "Yes, I do." Her voice sounded hollow in her ears.
"Do you feel better now?"
The older woman paused to think that over, drawing in another breath of the sweetly pungent smoke. Indeed, as she smoked, she was gradually beginning to feel a soothing calmness spreading over her... It was very puzzling! "What... what am I smoking?"
"Marijuana," the young girl answered smugly. "I thought you should have some, seeing how upset you were. It leaves you mellow and smooth, doesn't it?"
"Marijuana!" Constance gasped in horror. She'd heard about the drug, and had even lectured warnings about it to her students when she'd been a teacher. Yet... it did make her feel nice and soft... She unaccountably took another long drag, knowing that she shouldn't even as she held the curling smoke in her lungs. But the thin brown cigarette had seemingly dulled any qualms she had about what she was doing ... or should be doing ... She had never felt so strange or bodyless before, even when she'd been drunk, and the delicious warmth of the marijuana slowly filtered through her blood and mixed headily with the gin she'd already consumed. She could feel her flesh tingling all over, a tingling that went deep inside ... deep down where she had never felt anything before in her life ...
The little dark-haired teenager tucked her legs further under her skirt, feeling her knees press against the bare flesh of her smooth rounded buttocks in a gently erotic pressure. She caught the almost inperceptible relaxing of the older blonde woman's natural defenses, and inwardly she gloated with childish delight. In soft soothing tones, she began to talk about innocuous things, just a lulling prattle that meant nothing as she watched Miss Lorane continue to smoke the strong cigarette. She was well aware from her own experiences that even the mention of sexual things would produce a passionate response, for the drug's effect was to irrationally heighten the emotions. But she saved more intimate discussion until she thought that the marijuana had warped the older sweetshop owner's will to resist... Then, after she had lit a second cigarette for Constance, she decided that the time was ripe ...
"Miss Lorane ... ?"
"Yes?" Constance looked up, smiling with a dreamy torpor.
"You must be very lonely, living here all by yourself."
"I am," the older woman confessed sadly. She took a puff of the cigarette, and added, "I am a very lonely woman. And I'm so sad ..."
"Sad because you seduced my brother this afternoon?"
Constance sucked in her breath with a shiver, not wanting to think about what she'd done with young Brian here in her apartment. But perversely the images came back to her a hundredfold. The marijuana and gin swirled heatedly through her flesh, and her frayed nerve-endings started vibrating for some unknown reason. "Oh God," she shuddered uncontrollably. "Oh God, I am so wicked. I am a terrible, terrible woman ..."
"Miss Lorane, you shouldn't say that," Dawn said soothingly. "So you let Brian fuck you. What the hell, he enjoyed it and so did you."
"But... but it's not right," Constance moaned. "It's not right to like little boys... " "Sure it is." Dawn leaned back on the bed and began to slowly rub her hands along her long tapered legs, sighing as if aroused by the satin touch of her own fingers. "I mean, I like fucking them, and I'm a woman like you. Maybe not quite as old, but that doesn't mean anything."
"N-No ... No, don't say anymore ..." Constance moaned, swallowing thickly from the lewdness of the young girl's words.
"Fucking boys ..." Dawn taunted obscenely. "Ohhhh, Miss Lorane, sometimes when my boy friend Waldo isn't there, I nearly go out of my mind from wanting his cock. And he's a boy, a boy only three years older than my brother." She grinned salaciously at the drug-stimulated woman. "Why sometimes," she whispered as if telling a guilty secret, "sometimes I even walk around without any panties on, just so that the cool air will put out the fire in my cunt!"
"No... no panties?" Constance inhaled deeply, the brazen confession making her heart pound faster beneath the flannel nightgown.
"N-Naked?"
"Uh-huh. That's even better than not wearing a bra, like you do. And... and I do other things!" Dawn confided, inching closer to the older woman. She placed one hand lightly on her shoulder. "I have to ... or I'd go mad!"
Constance asked before she realized what she was saying: "What kind of things, Dawn?"
"I'll show you!" The teenage girl opened her large purse again and took out a set of small pamphlets about the size of a Reader's Digest, though they were only twelve or so pages thick. They had different colored paper covers on them, but all were entitled: Climax Illustrated, with different volume numbers on them. "Waldo got them when he was in Copenhagen last summer!"
Constance innocently took one of the offered pamphelts and as she opened the first cover, she said, "But I don't understand . .. Then her eyes focused on the first picture, and suddenly she did! "Why ... why this is pornography!" she gasped.
Her already shocked blue eyes widened further from the salacious color photograph, the initial surge almost causing her to drop her cigarette. It was a picture of a mature woman's face, her lips a straining oval around a young boy's hardened penis. The woman's mouth had swallowed so much of the teenager's long slender shaft, that Constanee couldn't help wondering how she'd kept from choking on it. A ripple of prurient sensation coursed through her unwantedly, her mind unable to keep from wondering what that youthful penis would have tasted like inside her, own mouth. Not that she'd ever allowed herself to do such a degenerate act... even she wasn't that depraved!
"Turn the page, Miss Lorane. It gets better!"
"No... no, I... "But the drugged woman's mind couldn't control her fingers. The page turned as if by itself, and she gasped as the next photo proved to be the exact opposite of the first! The same older woman was sitting on a stool with her feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart, and she didn't have a stitch of clothing on! The handsome youth was now kneeling between her naked thighs, and Constance could clearly see his long pink tongue curling lewdly into the hair-lined, spreading lips of her exposed pink vagina. ^
She had heard of, men doing this to women before of course, but never had she thought that the sight of such a forbidden act could excite her against her will! But involuntarily it was ... and Constance could sense a slight moistness seeping steadily from up between her heated thighs as she sat on the bed staring at the obscene photo. Without realizing it, she pulled on the cigarette between her lips, perhaps hoping it would still the teasing sensations that were growing unconsciously in her belly. Whimpering, Constance forced her eyes away from the pamphlet and turned to her young tormentor.
Nubile Dawn Johnson had straightened out her fedt on the bed, and now was leaning back beside her with her slender curving legs spread wide apart. Her skirt had ridden up to where Constance could see almost all the way between her inner thighs! "We look at the books together, me and Waldo," the teenager panted slightly as she stared at the picture in Constance's trembling hand. "They turn us on, and then we try some of the things they show. I mean, they'd get anybody excited, wouldn't they? Hell, I bet you dig them, since you love fucking boys so much."
"No ... no, I hate them!" the older woman groaned quickly, too quickly. "No... no, I don't like them at all!"
"Are you sure?" Dawn taunted with a soft smile. "Well, then maybe you'd like the next series better." She took the second of the batch and opened it, placing the obscene pictures in front of Constance. "Here, tell me what you fliink of these..."
There were two photographs in living color, one on each page. Constance unavoidably glanced at the left-hand side, and a low, cringing moan unconsciously escaped from her mouth. Two beautiful blonde Scandanavian women were depicted, one in a white garter belt and sheer nylon stockings, and the other wearing only high leather boots and a pair of thin black panties. The one in the boots was sucking the other's high, up-tilting breast, her legs spread apart so that her blonde hair-fringed cuntal slit could be fingered by the other woman's softly caressing hand, i Constance trembled as she felt a warm tingle involuntarily pulse between the wetly swelling outer lips of her own sensitive vagina.
Guiltily, she turned to the second photo, and sucked in her breath as she saw both girls stretched out on a rug, the panties of the one now down around her ankels. They were facing each other, but lying in opposite directions, turned around in such a manner that their tongues were licking the fleshy pink folds of each others' naked vaginas.
Constance was hardly able to believe what she was looking at! She'd heard of lesbianism, of course, and occasionally even wondered what it would feel like to have the softer, more tender touch of a woman ... but she'd never seen it detailed so explicitly before her very eyes! She squeezed her naked thighs together beneath the flannel nightgown, the smoothness of the material brushing electrically in the long narrow crevice of her tautly molded buttocks. Her breath quickened ...
"Oh, they turn me on something fierce!" Dawn moaned excitedly beside her, her arm moving gently around the older woman's shoulder. 'There's others, with men and dogs, and even a hunch-backed dwarf with a club-foot and a cock the size of a telephone post, but there's something about this series that tears me apart!"
"You ... you can't mean it!" Constance gasped breathlessly.
"I do," the young girl sighed, nodding. "Come on, be honest, Miss Lorane. Don't they make you want to do something? Do something with anybody who's around?"
"But... but this is between women!"
"Hell, it's a kick, that's all. And if there's no men around when the heat strikes, what else is there? I mean besides finger-fucking yourself. That's what I do when I'm alone. I take off all my clothes and look at the girls sucking each other off, and then I play with my cunt until I cum." Dawn squirmed on the bed, as if aroused by her own talk, and then she took her free hand and raised her skirt all the way up to her waist. "Ohhh, Miss Lorane, I get so hot..."
Constance's drug-filmed eyes bluged wider than ever as she stared dumbfounded at the young girl. Dawn wasn't wearing any panties! She was pantiless and brazenly spreading her long white legs still wider, uncaring that she was exposing all of her sparse dark-haired pussy slit to the older woman's shocked amazement. "Dawn .. Dawn, don't you think you should--?"
"Cripes, those pictures are too much!" the teenager moaned passionately, ignoring Constance's consternation. She parted her slim white thighs and rotated her adolescently rounded buttocks on the bed, her one hand moving down to encircle the wisps of her black pussy hair and the slender pink lips of her vagina. "See, Miss Lorane? I'm just like those girls in the book. My cunt is hot to be kissed and finger-fucked..."
Constance tried to avert her gaze from the immodest arousing sight of the young brunette girl undulating her almost boyish hips and sliding her finger along her swollen wet vaginal cleft, but her eyes seemed glued to the licentious image displayed before her. She swallowed hard, her stomach feeling as if filled with a thousand fluttering butterflies, and almost desperately, she sucked on the marijuana cigarette for relief. In spite of her revulsion and chagrin, there was a strange, forbidding stimulation to the tender nubile pussy, and at her obscene attraction, she stammered, "No! N-No, Dawn, you mustn't! My God, you mustn't...!"
"Why not?^' the girl moaned happily. "It feels so good ..." She slid her extended middle finger faster and faster in the lust-moistened channel of her little cunt, her legs bending slightly to allow room for more of her hand to massage her pulsing young vagina. Her tender cuntal skin flushed a rosy pink and grew glistening with her mounting arousal, and she breathed harder and harder, her small thrusting breasts rising and falling rapidly beneath her blouse. She leaned her head against Constance's shoulder, holding the older woman tightly with her left arm about her shoulder. "Ahhhh," she sighed delightedly. "Ahhhh..."
"No way, Miss Lorane. I'm only doing what I dig, just like you do when you're alone ..."
Constance took a last drag on the marijuana cigarette and fumbled for the ashtray on the table beside the bed. As much as she wanted Dawn to stop her wanton finger-fucking, shj realized with a helpless sinking sensation that her own mature hips were beginning to undulate of their own volition, and that her hotly throbbing breasts and vagina were starting to ache in lewd response to the immoral teasing beside her. It couldn't be happening... but it was! She squirmed down tightly against the mattress, feeling it beneath her wide-curving buttocks pressing the nightgown deeper into her involuntarily moistening pussy. The thin folds of bunched flannel grazed against her tiny, sensitive anus, sending delicious little spasms of pleasure rippling through her belly and up to the stiff rising nipples of her heaving breasts. She was on dangerous ground and realized it, but could not bring herself to break away. She was gripped spellbound by the marijuana racing in her blood and the evil fascination that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will.
Dawn noticed Miss Lorane's gradually weakening control; and the young girl decided that she should now make the next move. She dropped her arm from around the trembling woman's shoulder and brought it around to her curving front, moving the hand up to gently cup her large-mounded breast beneath the nightgown. She could feel the sweetshop lady's sensitive nipples stiffen and swell responsively under her massaging and tweaking finger tips, even as Constance tried to pull away.
The older woman shuddered at the indecent touch upon her full, maturely-set breast, and bit her lower lip hard as she tried to resist it. But the slowly growing excitement inside her pussy was spreading like wildfire, draining her of the strength to stop the lewd little girl. She labored, gasping for breath and squirmed harder down against the bed, pushing the wetly throbbing lips of her aching vagina against it to try and quench the blazing fire that was beginning to bum out of control there. Dawn's tiny fingers continued to massage her hardening nipple, thrilling her now as much as it was frightening her. She raised her own hand to pull the caressing young fingers away, but it would not obey her mind's command and moved only as far as Dawn's manipulating hand before falling back unresistingly into her lap. Her eyes glazed as she stared unwittingly at the pornographic pictures still spread out on the bed, and then over at the pumping extended middle finger slipping wetly in and out of the tender young vagina beside her. She could hear the moans of purring pleasure coming from Dawn's passion-parted lips, and she bit her lower lip again to keep back her own slight mewl of building frustration. Oh God, what should she do? It was sheer lunacy, allowing this wicked young girl to use her like this.... and worse, to be enjoying it! What was happening to her... ?
And then the adolescent girl let her fingers slowly move from Constance's wildly throbbing breast and ease down the nightgown to where it was gathered on the bed. She began to slide the flannel upwards along the quivering woman's legs to the firm fullness of her thighs, and Constance froze momentarily from the further indignity. Dawn had pushed the hem of her nightgown almost to her nakedly exposed hips before she was able to react, and then she grasped the girl's hand and held it tight to her lap. Her legs were uncovered, she despairingly reasoned, but Dawn could not do more as long as she held her hand down ...
But suddenly she gasped in surprise! The teenage girl was extending her fingers like little mice into the secret crevice of her lap, ruthlessly teasing against her curving lower belly and against her moistening cuntal slit through the thin material. Constance squirmed slightly as
Dawn's extended middle finger began a gentle stroking motion and pushed the folds of the gown into the warmly throbbing crevice up between her parted inner thighs. The older woman pressed down harder against the matress, now aware of the warm wetness of her excited secretions on her buttocks as the girl's insistent little fingers worked more firmly into her tingling vaginal mound. Indecision arose again in her mind as delicious waves of indecent pleasure overcame her desire to resist, and shame washed over her as she realized that she could no longer control the young girl's excitingly searching hand. Dawn sensed her tacit surrender and became still bolder; she began to softly slide the flannel nightgown up again so that she could teasingly penetrate the hot trembling vaginal softness that she knew was naked and waiting underneath. Constance could already feel the light tickling sensation of the material sliding dangerously up from between her thighs and the bed ...
"No," she pleaded thickly. "No, you mustn't. We're two women ... it isn't right..."
"It is, too, It's just as right as letting little boys screw you," Dawn replied in a husky whisper. "Kicks are the only thing that's right. The rest is just bullshit." She wasn't about to stop now, especially for the ever-weakening pleas from the cowering woman she planned to lewdly possess as her brother had. Her one hand continued to beat a finger-fucking staccato against her own widespread, eagerly straining little pussy, while her other hand increased its passionate probe of Constance's involuntarily parting legs. "You like what I'm doing, Miss Lorane, I know you do. You liked having Brian fuck you today, and you'll like what his sister can do to you, too ..."
Constance's voice caught in her throat. She could feel her flannel gown rising faster now, though still not all the way up to her lap yet. She jerked impulsively as a fingernail scratched the tender softness of her naked flesh, and the nightgown slid upwards in response to her startled rising movement . . . then . . . suddenly ... there was no more gown! Young Dawn Johnson's hand was snaking up between her unconsciously spreading thighs, gradually insinuating itself directly between the smooth moistened lips of her sensitive cunt!
The drug-fevered woman fought against this unwanted pleasure, holding her breath as a forbidden desire ran away with her helplessly responding mind. Her whole curvaceous body squirmed in silent protest, but the more she moved the more the tight elastic opening of her flowering cunt was impaled on the immoral girl's steadily invading finger. She could feel excited moisture seeping from the lubricating softness of her tender vaginal walls, covering the palm of the small, eager hand that was curled so thrillingiy around the warm ready pussy slit up between her legs. Dawn's outstretched middle finger moved in lewd teasing circles inside her wetly clasping cunt, expanding the hungry little entrance to her belly with each playful rotation. The older woman was almost out of her mind now! She didn't think she could take the wild electric shocks of stabbing pleasure another single moment! She was ready to surrender to anything the young girl wanted in order to quench the sensual fire that was raging through her heatedly contracting cunt! The sight of the depraved little schoolgirl masturbating with her slender young thighs spread wide apart, and the girl's tormenting finger-fucking without mercy up into her own helplessly welcoming cunt was simply too much!
"No .. .God, no!" Constance groaned, but it was too late. She ground involuntarily back against the outstretched finger as Dawn began a gentle pumping motion to which the older woman's unwilling body hungrily reacted in rhythm.
Dawn smiled triumphantly to herself, and kissed Miss Lorane's small ear tenderly. "Yes ... you do like me fingering your cunt. My finger is nice and small and hard, like a boy's prick ... like maybe Brian's little cock ..."
Constance's face flushed a brilliant crimson, the lewd teenager's obscene words � strangely enticing to her. It's true, she thought, unable to stop the anxious upthrusting of her nakedly eager loins up against the slender finger fucking inside her cunt. It feels fust like a youngster's slender penis...
"C'mon, Miss Lorane, let's both get naked!" Dawn whispered wetly into her ear, and Constance shuddered with bitter defeat as she felt the young girl's hand pull away from inside her disappointed pussy. She made no protest as the flannel nightgown was snaked up over her passion-hardened breasts to her smoothly sloping shoulders, though she shivered slightly from the cool evening air against her skin as the gown was pulled from her neck and heaped on the floor.
"Ohhh, you're so beautiful, Miss Lorane," the young teenager sighed in appreciation. "I can see why Brian wanted to fuck you."
The teenage girl rose to her knees beside the voluptuously ripened candy store owner, and with one swift downward jerk, she opened the zipper of her skirt and let it fall over her smoothly flaring young buttocks. After slipping off her blue blouse, she unclasped her lacy white brassiere, her firm young breasts bursting free, their tiny dark nipples springing into grateful hardness. "I'm going to make you cum, Miss Lorane," she lewdly promised as she rolled over on her buttocks to remove her skirt. "I'm going to make you cum as only a girl can ..."
Constance could only groan in helpless submission as the teenage girl pushed her mature nakedness gently down on the bed. She lay frozen, enslaved by the lust-inducing marijuana and her own run away passions. Tingling chills of erotic sensation raced along her spine as Dawn pressed warm lips into the naked flesh of her belly, and she was unable to resist when her legs were slowly spread apart.
Brian's amoral sister crawled between the full open thighs, eagerly looking down at the moist pink vaginal slit. She slowly placed her palms flat against the quivering insides of Miss Lorane's legs, her thumbs resting on the soft, hair-lined folds of her wetly glistening pussy. Then, with a slow, torturing outward movement, Dawn drew the tender pink cuntal lips gradually apart to expose all of the moist smooth crevice to her gaze. She watched it palpitate for a moment, and then with a groan of childish desire, she dropped her head and buried the full length of her tongue into the warm throbbing walls of the older woman's pussy.
"Oh God, no! No, child, don't do that!" Constance cried out in horror. "Not that! Don't kiss me there!" Her head jerked up off the mattress in shuddering disbelief that this lewd perversion was happening to her, and a soul-searing moan burst from her lips as she ground her buttocks frantically down into the bed to escape the deliciously maddening assault. But the young girl's tongue continued to spear in and out of her involuntarily dilating vagina, the unexpected wet searing sensation with her sensitive secret flesh bringing further long moans of anguish from her tortured lips.
"Noooo! Stop it, Dawn! Oh God, stop it!" But Dawn's only answer was a lewd giggle from her lips and a teasing stab into the tight confines of Miss Lorane's pulsing wet vagina. Great tears welled in her eyes as Constance listened to the lewd sucking sounds coming from up between her own wide-stretched thighs. Yet despite her shame and revulsion, her naked buttocks were quivering involuntarily from the spasms of obscene sensation coursing through her drugged nerves.
"It can't be ... No, it can't be ...!" The cruel realization slowly came to her that her lustful body was gradually deserting her once again. Constance rolled her head from side to side, moaning in agony from not only the obscene tongue-fucking to which she was submitting, but from the more frightening knowledge that she was enjoying it! She clenched her teeth tightly together to fight against the tiny licking flames that were threatening to burst into sudden uncontrollable fire. But it was a losing battle as Dawn Johnson mewled and licked ceaselessly at her wetly searing cunt below, tier shamelessly aroused body began a slow abandoned motion up against the young girl's slavering mouth, and against her will, Constance found that she was screwing her pussy in small grinding circles under the rhythmically bobbing head. The last remnants of resistance faded into nothingness, and she let out an erotic mewl of defeat. She curled her fingers in Dawn's brown hair, using the ribboned pony tail to pull the punishing lash of the girl's tongue deeper and deeper into her hungry vagina. There was nothing in the world like this obscene sensation! She had never known it before! It was different! It was sinful! It consumed the whole of her being with fiery needling tips of impossibly delicious pleasure!
Dawn sensed the older woman's surrender to unfulfilled lust, and with a salacious little grin, she plunged her tongue deeper into the quivering sheath of the moistly welcoming cunt. She could feel the soft silky hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of her turned-up nose, and the sides of her cheeks as Miss Lorane ground her working thighs in undulating rhythm up against her mouth. Hurt Brian, the schoolgirl gloated as she felt the uncontrollable orgasmic contortions around her tongueing face. Put my brother down, will you? Well, after I get through with you, Miss Lorane, you won't ever be able to say no to either of us!
"Ohhhh, suck me! Suck me you horrid little bitch!" Constance moaned in ecstatic rapture. Her hotly confulsing vagina flowered open wider, and her excited moistness increased with each passing second that Dawn fucked her tongue in and out of the twitching wide-splayed pussy crevice. Secretions and saliva mingled together and ran in warm rivulets down the sides of the girl's slavering mouth pressed so tightly to the soft confines*of the woman's cunt. The moisture welled, gathered, and flowed down the inside of Constance's smoothly gripping thighs to the wettened crevice of her hollowing buttocks. "Suck me! Suck my cunt offffff!"
So engrossed were both the older woman and young Dawn Johnson, that they never heard the back door open! Nor did they see the handsome teenage boy who entered and stood wide-eyed in the entrance to the living room . . .
Chapter Five
The youthful boy was trim and muscular in build, with a well-developed chest and arms, and jet-black hair cut shoulder-length around the collar of his sports shirt. Besides the shirt, he was wearing tan slacks and loafers, and by the way the material of his pants stretched across his groin, it was obvious that he was well endowed despite his adolescence. He had a smooth, boyish face with a Romanesque nose and a thin mouth, but his dark, deep-set eyes seemed to smolder with mocking amusement, as if he were much older and more experienced than his seventeen years. At the moment, they were glittering with unconcealed arousal as he stared at the passionately writhing nakedness of the teenage girl and the older woman on the bed.
Shit! Waldo Chatwin gasped silently to himself. They were really going at it! He was well aware of his girl friend Dawn's insatiable appetite for sex: male or female, fucking or sucking or just about anything you could name! He'd never gone steady with a girl who'd pleased
Mm more that way -- and for Waldo to admit that, it was quite a compliment. But with Miss Lorane? He'd seen her around, of course, and bought enough junk from her candy store . . . but he'd always thought of her as beautiful but frigid, sort of a bitch before now. He hadn't even fully believed little Brian when Dawn's kid brother had told him where she was . .. and why!
Waldo's beady gaze locked on the sweet-shop lady's naked, sweat-glistening breasts that were dancing so lewdly on her chest, and her softly curling pubic hair that was almost entirely hidden by his girl friend's voraciously tongueing mouth. Hell... Brian's wild story had been so unbelievable that he hadn't been able to resist coming over to find out for himself... and damned if it wasn't true! Somehow Brian and Dawn had detected a latent hot streak in Miss Lorane's cool nature, and had turned on this smooth, lush-bodied female into a raw, lust-deranged mass of flesh! Che-erist, if he'd known about her earlier, he'd have long since banged her toenails off!
The erotically stimulated teenager sensed his penis stiffening into throbbing erection. He groaned softly, reaching down to pull his undershorts out and relieve the almost painful pressure, feeling the slender hardness of his cock grow against his lower belly and wet the thin cotton pants with its seeping seminal fluid. His breath began to spew in heated, short pants as he continued to watch bug-eyed, his eyes now staring feverishly at the naked older woman's sensually glistening vaginal lips. They were wet and quivering from the tongue swirling around them as Constance lay muttering passionate nothings into the air from her spiraling desire. Fiery sperm boiled in his tight virile testicles as Waldo lewdly contemplated how nice it would be to shove his cock down between those soft fleshy lips. The mere idea of that warm moist cavern closing tenderly around his blood-engorged cock caused it to jerk in his slacks and almost ejaculate where he stood! Shit on a stick! It was too much to pass up!
Without another moment of hesitation, the youth stripped off his clothes, then padded barefoot across the living room until he was beside the bed. He gingerly stroked his long hard cock as he crawled onto the bed, unable to stifle a wild rebel yell of childlike glee:
"Ya-hooooo!"
Constance Lorane, her eyes clenched tightly shut, was at first only dimly aware of the boy's weight sagging the bed. But with his cry of unadulterated lust, her heart almost stilled in her heavily palpitating chest, the realization coming to her like a lightning bolt that somebody else was on the bed! Her eyes flew open in stark terror, the blood draining from her face as she saw the lewdly grinning features of a naked youth staring down at her with uncontained desire.
"No!" she gasped in shock and humiliation. "Oh God, no!"
"Yeah, Miss Lorane!" Waldo crowed delightedly.
"Waldo!" Dawn cried out, lifting her face to look at her boy friend with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Brian told me where you'd gone, baby," the obscenely chuckling teenager explained. He reached over and with an affectionate motion, rubbed the palm of one hand along the young girl's nubile thighs, dipping one finger tenderly between her roundly molded buttocks to slide down through her wetly heated cuntal furrow. 'The kid told me lots of things, and I just had to check up on them, you know what I mean?"
"Mmmmmmm!" Dawn sighed. "I'm glad you did, lover..."
Constance groveled in mortification, rolling her head from side to side on the bed. This was worse than it had ever been before! Once again she had been caught in the act... but this time it was in the perverted embrace of another woman! "Go away!" she sobbed hysterically, her plea sounding pathetic and useless even to her own ears. "Go away, for God's sake!"
"Fat chance, lady!" Waldo snickered as he crawled up beside her face. He leered down at the cowering woman and bragged: "I've come to join the fun!"
Dawn Johnson giggled lewdly in agreement, and a helpless sinking sensation gripped the older woman's insides as she stared at Waldo's youthful nakedness hovering over her. Her mind blanked from sensible reasoning as he lifted one leg over her and positioned himself on top of her naked quivering breasts, his knees on either side of her shoulders. She felt his weight settle down Upon her, and groaned haplessly at the sudden view of his virilely pulsating cock jutting out towards her face, his round, sperm-filled scrotum brushing against her neck. She tried to squirm away as he leaned forward, but his knees pressed tightly against her sides and his buttocks rested too heavily on the resilient mounds of her flattened breasts to let her move. She wanted to fight, to scratch at him and pull herself free, but at that moment the teenaged girl kneeling between her widespread thighs dipped down again and wormed her tongue back into Constance's hungrily throbbing cunt.
"Ohhhh!" she sighed in rapture against her will, humiliated at her own reaction and the boy's cruel laughter above.
Waldo took the older woman's head between his hands and forced it up slightly so that her mouth was tilted level with his encroaching penis. The thick blunted head of his cock pressed firmly against her chin, teasing wetly along her full sensuous lips. "Okay, Miss Lorane, now suck my prick! Go on, suck it!"
"No .. . ! No, I won't do that! I can't!" Constance mewled, trying desperately to draw up and close her thighs from Dawn's continuing assault on her sensitively throbbing pussy. "I can't do that!"
Waldo Chatwin pinned her harshly to the mattress with one hand, the other holding his aching penis in readiness. "Yes, you will, kid-raper/"he snapped. "You suck my prick and suck it good, or Mr. Johnson is going to learn what you did with his fourteen year old son this afternoon!"
"Oh God! Oh God, you wouldn't!" the candy store owner groaned in horror at the shocking threat spewing from the teenage youth's sneering mouth.
"The hell I won't! I'll have you arrested for child molesting, and you better believe it!"
Tears of humiliation and fear streamed from Constance's eyes in a sudden burst of uncontrollable anguish. With bitter resignation, she realized that this horrid boy would do exactly as he threatened unless she capitulated to his lewd demands. The sensuous tinglinp from his girl friend's flicking tongue only added to her torment, for even as she lay in helpless defeat beneath the kneeling Waldo, her efforts to escape the increasingly erotic sensations billowing up from her loins were all in vain. Her traitorous body continued to react with involuntary arousal to the hungry lips nibbling deep into her love-starved vagina, causing her to lift her thighs up around the girl's skillfully playing mouth. There was nothing left for her to do but give in ...
Reluctantly, she flicked her tongue out, the tip coming into wet warm contact with the hotly throbbing head of the teenager's penis. She circled the smooth rubbery flesh with hesitation, hearing him groan and feeling him twist above her. Finding the tiny opening of the glans at the very end, her tongue darted experimentally into it and tasted the tiny droplets of seminal fluid that were forming from his increasing excitement. The sharp pungent odor and taste of his secretions caused her mouth to unaccountably begin watering in lewd hunger, yet she still was unable to bring herself to take all of his long hard penis into her mouth.
But young Waldo could stand the teasing play no longer. He lifted her head with the flat of his hand, and with the other he forced his eagerly pulsating cock against her closed lips. He groaned and struggled against their softness as she clenched her teeth tightly together, but he was not to be denied. Her lips began to part, bit by tiny bit; then, suddenly, with the aid of an extra delicious tongueing by the girl below her, Constance gasped in pleasure and her mouth fell open. The slender virile penis crushed through her resistance and into the wet confines of her soft warm mouth, his fleshy young shaft slithering along the full length of her tongue until it had filled her mouth completely.
Constance closed her eyes, her humiliation knowing no bounds. She could feel the lust-incited boy begin to slowly fuck his hotly throbbing penis in and out of her face, his hands holding her in a vise-like grip with his palms pressed against her ears. She struggled mentally against this obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as he quickened his thrusts to match those of his girl-friend tongueing into her from behind. "Suck, Miss Lorane," she heard him command harshly above her. "Suck me good, or you'll be sorry ..."
Constance tentatively nibbled at his pumping young hardness, coughing and sputtering at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion. The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, becoming sticky as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the boy's sliding penis. She could feel his youthful buttocks grinding down upon her breasts and his fingers entwining in her hair. She could feel his boyish hardness stretching and expanding inside her involuntarily sucking mouth, and she moaned piteously around it as it surged forward deep into her throat as though it were attempting to meet Dawn's lashing tongue. . And from below, the immoral young girl worked slave-like as she skewered her flicking little tongue into Miss Lorane's widespread vagina with wet sucking sounds. With lewd and eager excitement, Dawn could feel the cock-sucking woman's inner thighs hollow and contract around her cheeks with an untamed animal passion which almost drove her wild. Inflamed by her own building heat, she sucked faster and harder, licking mercilessly at the warm smooth flesh and teasing the hard little clitoris with her teeth. She spread her own slender legs apart and drew them up closer to her belly in a kneeling position, her firmly rounded buttocks wavering high in the air behind her. Then she reached one hand down between her bobbing breasts and inserted an extended middle finger deep up inside her own tightly clinging pussy. She began to massage her eager, milking cunt with a pumping motion, finger-fucking herself to sweet oblivion as she sucked in rhythm to the frenzied buffeting of Constance's impaled body between her and her naked boy friend.
The child-loving sweetshop owner had never felt so abused or depraved in all of her sordid life. She fervently prayed that when the two wicked teenagers had finished using her as their private toy, it would be all they would demand. She licked and sucked the fleshy young cock in her mouth in an effort to end her subjugation as quickly as she could, mortified as she realized that her own insides were stirring with forbidden response. Her naked buttocks squirmed helplessly beneath Dawn's girlish tongue, unable to resist the unwantedly rising tide of lust that was beginning against her will deep in her spasming belly. Dear God, she couldn't be growing to enjoy this! Little boys one at a time was one thing ... but this was simply too lewd to want! If she gave in to her weakening body now, there'd be no telling where it would end . .. how far she would let herself go next time! She had to fight it!
But the very hopelessness of her position and her complete surrender to the teenagers' perverted demands were more than she could withstand. Tiny ripples of an obscene fire danced through her shattered nerves, causing an excited moan to escape from her lips, betraying her fleeting resistance. In the end it was the very thought of how young and immature Dawn and Waldo were that defeated her, the knowledge of their fresh, budding adolescence tantalizing her until she could no longer control the lust which burned uncontrollably through her flesh.
"Suck me harder, kid-fucker!" she heard Waldo pant lewdly down at her. "Tighten your lips and suck me until I cum!"
Constance did his bidding, enclosing the whole of his sensitive young cock in a hot, wet pressure, her lips tightening like an elastic band and trapping it inside her warm moist mouth. She could feel the boy's pulsating reaction and began to suck his hard slender penis needfully, swirling her tongue around and around his fleshy thickness as it slid in and out of her clasping mouth. A prurient excitement - rose in her nakedly quivering body from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth being used this way while the boy's girl friend lewdly tongue-fucked her cunt below. She felt the masochistic joy of being defiled like a dirty whore by these two young teenagers, and tingling moans of servility came from her lips locked tightly around the savagely thrusting penis. At any second this virile boy was going to spew his churning cum into her throat and fill her cheeks until the hot young sperm ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails...
And when that moment came, the debased woman knew she would be physically and mentally destroyed. She whimpered to herself in both shame and delight. God, she would never be the same again! And it had been all her doing, submitting to her own evil desires for little Brian Johnson's boyish cock. Her cunt throbbed momentarily up against Dawn's licking mouth at the erotic thought, and she intensified her sucking efforts on Waldo's cock screwing so brutally into her lust-contorted face.
Waldo, above her flailing head, groaned incoherently as he stared greedily down at Miss
Lorane's cock-distorted face. The sight of the mature woman's wetly ovalled lips laboring around his long hard penis was enough to draw the cum right out of his balls! He could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed, pulsing and throbbing as he pumped demonically into the moist wetness of her saliva-filled mouth. The pressure in his scrotum grew and grew ... and still she sucked ...
Then suddenly his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before, and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing like a tidal wave up from his testicles and out the tip of his crazily jerking penis. He gripped her head tightly between his hands and shoved his spewing cock deep into her throat. She groaned beneath him as the first needle-thin spurts of his cum flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the warm cavity and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing in desperation to keep from choking on the hot foaming sperm as the boy emptied his balls in an explosion of lust.
Constance's voluptuous body worked beneath his, her thighs opening and closing passionately against the sides of Dawn's nodding head. She knew she was on the brink of orgasm as she arched her back desirously, the cords of her neck standing out like steel tendons. Her face twisted around Waldo's still wildly squirting cock, and a low guttural moan erupted deep from in her belly around his deep driving hardness.
"Mmmmmmmmmaaaahhhh!" And then again: "Mmmmmaaahhh!"
The candy store owner felt as if she were losing her mind as the fluids of her spiraling release flowed out around Dawn's deeply embedded tongue in her ecstatically convulsing cunt. She felt'and heard the young schoolgirl thrashing in her own insane throes of climax, but the sound was lost in the silent wonder of her secretions running wetly down the crevice of her trembling buttocks to soak into the bed below. The older woman gave one last mighty gasp, hearing Dawn cry out in a high-pitched squeal, and then felt the exhausted weight of the nubile young body collapse down on top of her belly.
For a long moment, only heavy breathing filled the living room. The naked ex-teacher lay absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out uselessly, the rapidly deflating penis of Waldo Chatwin still stuck in her mouth. At long last the boy climbed off of her sweat-shining breasts, his now limp cock slipping wetly from between her cum-smeared lips. His girl friend Dawn lifted herself off of Constance's gently throbbing vagina with a moist sigh of contentment, crawling, over to let Waldo cradle her lovingly in his lean, muscular arms.
The conscienceless youth grinned with a happy smile of satiation as he hugged his young girl friend to his naked chest. "That wasn't bad," he sighed contentedly, fondling her firm, supple breasts with his hands. "Not bad at all... for starters!"
"Noooo ..." Constance whimpered tormentedly. "Please, don't do any more to me..."
"The hell!" Waldo laughed contemptuously.
"Let her alone," Dawn suggested. "She looks pretty beat."
"But I haven't fucked her yet, baby. And you know how much Miss Lorane loves to be fucked by kids!"
"Oh God," the older woman moaned. She closed her thighs and crossed her arms over her breasts shieldingly. "God, I couldn't take it... I just couldn't take it now ..."
"Yeah, leave her be," the teenage girl urged her boy friend. "Come on, let's get dressed and
S] someplace where you can fuck me!"
"Well, all right," Waldo agreed, though it was obvious he wasn't entirely satisfied with that arrangement. "I'll let our hot 'Miss Lorane alone ... for now! But I'm not through with her!"
Constance rolled over on her face and began to cry softly into the covers. She heard the soft sounds of rustling clothing as the two youngsters stood up and began to dress, and then felt a sudden sharp slap across her full, firm-fleshed buttocks. The shock startled her, but she didn't turn over...
"Now listen, baby-raper," she heard Waldo snarl, "You say anything about tonight, and it'll go a lot worse for you than it will for us. Just think of Dawn's kid brother if you get any ideas. This is only the beginning, so keep that tight little cunt of yours ready whenever I feel the urge, okay? And that goes for Dawn here, too. Or hell, for that matter, even for Brian."
Dawn giggled appreciatively as Waldo laughed in derision at the helplessly disconsolate candy store owner. And with that, the young girl and her boy friend walked hand-in-hand to the back door and left, slamming it behind them.
For a long while Constance lay on her soiled bed of shame, unmoving in the quiet of the night. Dear Lord, what was she going to do? Those two school children could come back time and again, and as Waldo had said, there wasn't the least thing she could do to prevent it. All she'd done wrong was desire young Brian Johnson's innocence in a tragic moment of overwhelming weakness, but because of it, she was being forced to submit on command to his sister and that virile boy friend of hers. It wasn't fair! Yet what could she do .. . ?
The naked woman stirred, stumbling with rag doll legs to where the gin bottle was standing, and then dragged herself back to the bed after extinguishing the lights. In the darkness, she sipped directly from the bottle and contemplated her future, if such she could call it. Gradually she began to feel drowsy as the gin counteracted the terrible shame and horror she felt. She slowly succumbed to the warm lethargy, and eventually she drifted into a fitful, restless slumber...
Chapter Six
During the noon recess for lunch the next day, young Waldo Chatwin sat lazily behind the wheel of his three year old Chevy convertible in the high school parking lot. His square, handsome face was caught in a cocky half-grin as he watched the shapely redhead girl who'd just come out of the rear entrance of the school cafeteria. He strained his flashing dark eyes as they fixed upon the gentle provocative sway of her lithe legs and tautly rounded buttocks. He watched her walk all the way across the parking lot and around the corner, and then he slugged the upper arm of the long-haired, thickly overweight companion sitting beside him.
"Hey man, ol' Ellie May Simpson is looking better every day!"
"No crap," his friend Leon commented lewdly. "She's got a fine set of jugs, I'll say that."
Floyd in back leaned over the front seat, sighing wistfully. "Too bad she's just a freshman. A cherry freshman."
"Any girl looks like that is old enough to diddle," Waldo said stoutly. "If they can bleed, they can screw."
"Aww, horseshit!" Leon doubted. "You'd have to take a crowbar and blow-torch to pry open Ellie May's snatch. Give me one that knows the score. Then they don't yell, swell, and they're grateful as hell."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Floyd agreed. "A few years on 'em, and they can dish out as much as they take. Now you take Rosie Hoskins..."
"You take her," Leon laughed derisively. "She's laid everything but the Atlantic cable, and has got a twat that echoes, it's so big. I don't mean no slut, you dumb ass. I mean something prime."
Waldo couldn't resist the temptation to brag to his friends. "You mean like . . . maybe Miss Lorane?"
"The broad who owns the sweet shop?" Floyd's eyes rolled in his sockets and he let out a low wolf whistle. "For an old woman, she's something else! A guy get into that, and he'd have his dong ground down to hamburger!"
"She's got to tail for it," Leon put in. "I bet her twat snaps at buttered toast!"
Waldo dropped his voice to an excited whisper. "Well, I got news for you!" he said. "It does!"
"What?" the two boys chorused.
"You heard me!" Waldo said importantly. "I know... 'cause I found out!"
"Flake off," Floyd sneered. "Next you'll try to crap us that you fucked Miss Lorane!"
"Nope," Waldo replied casually. "I didn't fuckner."
"See? You've just been dreaming while jerking off."
Waldo ignored the obscene comment, and added: "I had her blow me."
"No! You didn't!" Floyd snickered, then added, "Don't shit the troop, man."
"I did!" In a burst of adolescent bravado Waldd leaned back and stuck out his chest. "Last night, right in her own bed. She was begging for my cock. 'Let me suck it off, she moaned. 'Let me suck it until you cum'!"
"Jesus Christ!" Leon blurted wide-eyed. "She ever say that to me, I'd ram it down her throat!"
"Exactly what I did. And next time I'm going to fuck her! I didn't have time last night, or I would've then. But she promised me that I could come back anytime and stick it to her!"
"Somebody get a shovel," Floyd challenged in disbelief. "It's getting awfully thick in here!"
"I tell you I can!" Waldo said, in smarting beligerency. "I could go over there right now if I wanted to, and fuck her!"
"And I think you couldn't without help," Floyd taunted. "Not unless you slugged her with a baseball bat first."
"How about us going over there and finding out?" Leon asked with a smirk. "Then we'd all know if you're telling us the truth or not. You can hustle her while we watch."
"The hell," Floyd retorted. "Well all dip some meat to her. If Miss Lorane is as hot to trot as big man here wants us to believe, she'll love it from all of us!"
"Cut it out," Waldo grunted, trying to think of a way out of the corner he'd talked himself into. "We can't all go bursting in her candy store and bang her now. That's the stupidest thing I--" And then suddenly the boy stopped talking, a devilish gleam coming into his eyes. A wicked little smirk creased his lips upwards as his brain churned with new-found lasciviousness. "On the other hand..."
"Whatcha thinking, Waldo?" Leon asked eagerly.
"Yeahhh," the handsome boy murmured, a leer spreading his thin-lipped mouth. "Why not? I bet she will, too."
"You mean ... really do it?" Floyd asked anxiously. "Hey, now, we were just kidding around, Waldo. Jesus, we can't do that! I mean, she'd scream bloody murder, and then we'd all land up with our asses in jail or something."
Waldo cast a glare in the thin, somewhat scrawny boy's direction. "What's the matter, Floyd? You. called me on it; you going to chicken out now? Don't you worry. Miss Lorane won't say one damned peep. I can guarantee that!"
Now all three boys sat up to look at one another, sly, sensual grins commencing to spread across their youthful faces, the lewd gleams leaping into their eyes telegraphing their individual thoughts.
"Hot damn," Leon chuckled obscenely, nodding his shaggy, unkempt head slowly. "If you're sure she won't kick up a storm ..."
"Well, maybe a little at first," Waldo acknowledged. "That's only natural with women, until they get going. Remember when we gang-banged Elmira the first time? But Miss Lorane ain't going to set up any banshee wails or call for the cops."
"How can we be sure?" Floyd asked.
" 'Cause I'm telling you, that's how. Now, I'm going over there, even if you two ain't," Waldo said, looking from one to the other of them. "Anybody for cutting class and fucking?"
The two boys nodded their agreement, and Leon said: "Sonofabitch! I got my own thing I want to do to her. I wonder if she'd like it in the ass...?"
Constance Lorane's morning had been one of the most miserable she could ever remember. She'd woken early, and almost out of habit had showered and then dressed in a simple, pale grey shift. She'd spent the balance of the hours trying to forget the sordid blackmailing assault made upon her by young Dawn and her vicious boy friend, but now as the church tower across town struck noon, she found she was no closer to relief. And still more repugnant to her was the knowledge of her own depraved submission. She couldn't help the constant nagging guilt of having not only submitted, but having had bargained willingly, giving herself to the two teenager's perverted lusts with wanton shamelessness. Dear God, this was more frightening than anything else, and she couldn't help wondering where it would end ... what was to become of her now...
She walked through her tiny candy store like a caged animal prowling around its bars for escape. The blinds were down and the CLOSED sign stuck in the door, for there was no question in her mind that she was in no condition to face the throng of children who would otherwise crowd in her store. At the moment, she could not conceive of ever facing anybody again. Her disgrace, she was certain, must be as conspicuous as the sun itself! Oh God, why? How had it ever come to pass?
She reached nervously for a package of Winstons on the candy counter -- and then her hand froze, irrationally fearing that she was taking another marijuana cigarette. She shivered, withdrawing her hand despite the fact she knew the Winstons to be regular tobacco, feeling a cold, clammy shiver steal through her at the mere recollection of what that drug had made her do. And yet for all her bitter rationalizations, she could not blame anybody except herself. Drugged or not, she had willingly allowed her naked body to become unspeakably, wantonly depraved. Had she been a stronger person herself and not allowed her own lewd passions to control her, the whole repulsive nightmare would have been averted! But that was like crying over spilt milk. It had happened! It was a reality!
And the appalling truth must stay locked in her heart, there to remain hidden for all time. Waldo Chatwin had been perfectly right -- to expose the whole hideous episode would be equal to slitting her own throat. There was simply no other alternative except to leave Woodport as soon as she could, for she had truly been beaten. Before this day was over, she vowed to find the strength to pack her bags and drive away, never to return. The sale of the candy store - or more likely, its foreclosure by the old couple upstairs - could be handled from some far-off place, the sacrifice of the money she'd lose worth the pain of another moment in this hellish town. Her only dread was that Dawn or Waldo would show up before she had time to pull herself together. She could only pray that the youngsters would leave well enough alone for the next few hours.
God, she had to get started .. . But somehow, she couldn't seem to find the will to organize her sudden flight...
A sound at the front door of the shop snapped Constance from her tormenting reverie. She stopped, frozen in despair as she realized she must have overlooked locking the door that morning in her haste and preoccupation. The door opened slowly, a beam of sunlight falling across the bare floor, and in its shaft she saw the silhouette of a young boy. The dark outline paused, the patch of sunlight widening as the youth hesitantly pushed the door open further. And for a single horrifying second, Constance was positive that it was brutish Waldo Chatwin returning.
"Who . . . Who's there?" she gasped out, the blood draining from her face in sudden terror almost to the point of dizziness.
"Miss Lorane?" an unsure, high-pitched voice responded, and then the sweet-shop owner sighed with relief. It was only Brian Johnson!
"Oh, Brian!" she said, swallowing the thick lump which had congealed in her throat, the tension inside her melting away. "Oh, it's only you!"
The fourteen year old youth walked in the store, the front door closing behind him automatically. "Gee, I uh . . . I wanted to see you again, Miss Lorane. Dawn told me everything was all right now. You know, be ... between us."
"No, Brian," Constance replied dispiritedly, thinking of her troubles with his amoral sister.
Then she looked carefully at Brian . .. one hand on the glass candy counter to steady herself, becoming reluctantly aware that perhaps seeing this desirable child again was more traumatic to her than another visit by Dawn or her boy friend. "No, things are definitely not all right."
Her sadness confused the inexperienced youngster, for Dawn had promised him that Miss Lorane would be happy to see him, and his hurt showed plainly in his eyes. "I... I'm sorry, Miss Lorane. I didn't mean to make you mad at me. I only want you to like me again."
The repentant tone in his voice made Constance immediately sorry she'd been so curt. After all, he was not to blame for her present situation. It had been her own shameless desires which had led him to her bed, and then later to the cruel nightmare of her all-too-willing subjugation. "I'm not mad at you," she finally said, squeezing her eyes shut momentarily. "It's just that. .. that we can't do what we did yesterday anymore."
"But my sister told me--"
"I know, I know, but she was wrong, Brian. It's .... very complicated, so please just take my word for it." There was a long uneasy pause then, and she opened her eyes to exchange glances before dropping them to stare at the bare plank floor. "You ... You better go now, or you'll be late for your afternoon classes.
I... I'm not feeling too well right now, either."
"Are you sick, Miss Lorane?" the boy persisted, anxiously stepping closer to her. "You need a doctor?"
"No, no, only some rest. Lots of nice, soothing rest..."
Brian hesitated for a moment longer as if uncertain whether he should go as requested or stay as he wanted to. His tongue nervously circled his lips as he studied the sensually mature body of the candy store owner, his brain swirling with the hopes of repeating what they'd done yesterday afternoon. He knew that they were all alone here in her store, and he could feel his temples pulsing madly with the force of his passions... passions which had been incensed ever since his sister had told him Miss Lorane wanted him again. His mind reeled with memories of the incredible softness of the older woman's warm rounded breasts, and he ached to feel the soft hair-fringed lips between her legs and rub along them with his fingers until she cried out passionately for him. His nostrils flared with the intoxicating female scent of her flesh, causing his newly discovered cravings to spread through his hairless loins until his penis hardened uncontrollably in his pants.
Suddenly, everything disappeared from his thoughts except the agonizing demands of his budding maleness. Miss Lorane's words of rejection were overwhelmed by the erotic sensations pulsing through his immature mind, and he was driven towards the irresistable temptation of Constance's womanly body.
"Ohhhh, Miss Lorane!" he cried out in a strangled sob, and before Constance knew it, he had stumbled across the last few remaining feet between them and compulsively thrown both arms around her waist. He pushed her back against the plate glass front of the candy counter, planting moist rapid kisses on her cheeks and throat. The shocked woman gasped just before his mouth locked wetly upon hers, his tongue flicking out to stab between her lips in a tentative French kiss.
Constance tried to resist and pull away, but her senses had been caught entirely off guard by his abrupt attack, and before she could gather her wits about her, deliriously erotic sensations were rippling involuntarily through her body. Just the puckish eagerness of the hard-bodied youngster's innocent desire excited her! She could feel his stone-hard young erection pulsing against the softness of her belly as he held her
Tight against his boyish loins, and in response, taunting currents of sexual fever burned1 hungrily through her blood. Against her will, the older woman experienced a slowly growing yearning for the youngster ... a yearning which bordered on the shameless lust that had led to her lewd seduction of him the day before. This humiliating realization sobered her slightly, and once more she tried to pull away from his enfolding arms.
"N--No, Brian, please," she gasped shakily as she managed to tear her lips away from his mouth. "Please ... Don't kiss me like that... Let me go ..."
"Jeez, I'm sorry, Miss Lorane... I just couldn't help myself," he murmured passionately. "You're so beautiful..." With that, his head dipped down to press into the soft heaving mounds of her breasts, and his hands slipped down from her waist to cup her lushly rounded buttocks. He grasped them with childish eagerness and began to squeeze and massage excitedly in a hypnotic rhythm which matched the pulse of the older woman's heart.
Constance's inner thighs almost at once grew moistly warm from his caressings, her moral courage deserting her with the obscene urge to accept the boy's ardent embrace. She found herself racking her brain for any excuse she could think of to avoid what she knew would take place. But as Brian pressed against her and kneaded the quivering cheeks of her ass, she wavered as though she would fall over if he did not hold her so breathlessly tight. �
Sensing her weakening resolve, the boy lowered himself to his knees, dragging her down strongly with him and ignoring her feeble resistance. He pushed into her in his youthful enthusiasm, and together they fell back against the glass candy counter, then sprawled unceremoniously on the cold wood floor beside it. Constance's legs inadvertently opened when she landed, the hem of her dress hiking up to her firm, milk-white thighs. Brian sucked in his breath, his flashing eyes, seeing the crotchband of her. white nylon panties, and the tiny blonde tendrils of soft pussy hair which curled out from around the edges of their tight elastic bands.
"Oh, God, nooooo ..." Constance murmured in a daze, struggling to overcome the obscene passions that were rapidly conquering her last defenses. She was dimly aware of his searching hands as they snaked around to the zipper at the back of her dress. She told herself to stop him ... to stop herself before it was too late .. . but her shamelessly aroused body refused to follow the commands of her mind. Sbe was incapable of halting his fingers as they awkwardly jerked open the dress down to the tops of her trembling buttocks. She could feel the cool planks of the dusty floor against her skin as he yanked the material from her lushly ripened body and let it crumble in a soft heap on the floor next to her ankles. He struggled with the unfamiliar snaps of her flimsy white brassiere next, and she heard the boy mutter a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he ripped the cupping material free and her full white breasts burst tremblingly into the open air of the candy shop. He dropped to his knees beside her then as she writhed in smoldering, paralyzing desire, and fumbled with the elastic waistband of her panties. The maturing youth was learning quickly, and he hooked his fingers inside to slowly roll the white nylon briefs down over the softness of her frantically quivering buttocks and legs, adding them to the small skimpy pile of her other clothing.
There was nothing left. The candy store owner lay nakedly before the boy, and she heard him panting with ungovernable excitement as he sat on his knees in front of her.
"Gosh, Miss Lorane, I've just got to fuck you again," Brian groaned. Constance stiffened at the sound of the young teenager's obscene words, and yet their very Iewdness only excited her more. She could feel a warm moisture seeping from the swollen pink lips of her exposed vagina, and she pressed her legs together to ease the fiery tantalizing sensations that were licking out of control through her loins.
"I... I don't think we should do this ..." she mewled weakly as his head dipped down. The boy drew one of her tender throbbing breasts into the fresh hot shelter of his mouth, fastening his small sharp teeth with unintentional harshness into the hardened little nipple. She groaned, attempting to squirm away from the sudden spasm of pain, but his hands roved over the soft flesh of her naked thighs and hips, holding her tightly down against the dirty floor. A fiery need was boiling like a volcano in her tautly rippling belly, and her head fell limply back onto the wood planking as she felt his fingers dancing over the tingling skin of her sensative upper thighs. Her breathing deepened as he brazenly slid down between her involuntarily widening legs to tease the hair-fringed lips of her pussy, and she knew in shameful anguish that it was too late .. . Too damned late!
"Can I fuck you, Miss Lorane?" Brian plaintively asked as he sensed her submissive surrender to the lewd desires coursing through both their impassioned bodies. "Can I please?"
"Ohhhhhhh, Lord, yesssss!" the older woman groaned mindlessly. She was a slave to the obscene surges of forbidden lust that were making her ache to have this delectable boy's hot young cock inside her hungering pussy once again. There was no thought in her mind bufthe anticipation for the moment he would thrust his hard virile cock deep up into her eagerly throbbing cunt. She knew she could hardly wait any longer, and reached up to unzip his pants, dipping her fingers inside to frantically search for his slender young penis.
"Ohhh, darling Brian, your beautiful cock . .. it's so wonderful," Constance breathed softly. She felt his hand sliding into the heated depths of her lushly moistened cuntal crevice, slipping inside her smooth wet vaginal walls until she wriggled her naked hips up to get more of the delicious sensation. Probing through the frontal opening of his thin cotton underpants, she grasped his pulsing shaft of hardened young flesh, sighing in perverted delight as she drew it out and gazed at its blood-swollen young length. She'began to excitedly stroke it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger as a deep pulsating glow of passion spread through her loins and breasts.
"The bed, Brian... Let's go into my apartment and use the bed ..." she breathed thickly, her mind flooded by the obscene pleasure that was coursing through her veins. "Somebody might come in the store like you did and see us ..."
"I wouldn't worry about that, kid-fucker. Nobody would mind watching you get screwed," another high-pitched adolescent voice said from somewhere behind them. "It's a hell of a lot better than going to school!"
Both Constance and Brian stiffened with shock, and the blood chilled in the older woman's veins as she recognized the voice. Horrified, she tore her eyes away from the quivering young penis she had pulled from the front of Brian's trousers, and lifted her head to look over at the door. As she'd suspected, Waldo Chatwin stood at the entrance, aid crowding around on either side of his lean, youthful body were two other teenagers.
"Oh dear God!" she gasped.
"Yeah, Miss Lorane," Waldo snickered cruelly. "Seems I'm always catching you doing something you shouldn't, doesn't it? First Dawn was eating your pussy and now you're about to fuck her brother."
"L-Listen, I... I..." Constance haltingly began, but the boy only laughed at her, closing the door behind him as all three of them trooped in her candy store.
"Don't get your tail in a knot over it," he lewdly said in a nonchalant manner. "We're all friends here. All real good friends ...."
Her head was spinning with shame and fear, and now as Constance slowly regained her wits, the first twinges of dread began to grip her. She cringed nakedly back against the glass cabinet as they came toward her. She recognized the overweight lout with the shaggy hair as a rather dumb boy named Leon, and the smaller youngster on Waldo's right as'Floyd, a constant pest and show-off. They moved closer, encircling her and Brian, ugly, carnal leers contorting their fresh, beardless faces as they stood with their legs arrogantly spread apart.
"She-it, Miss Lorane," Leon blurted in open-mouthed awe. "You sure are a pretty woman."
She stared speechless up at his dull-witted face, and then shook her head as she gazed into the small pitiless eyes of Floyd who was standing beside him. "What... What are you doing here?" she heard herself ask foolishly.
"Surprise, Ma'am," Waldo said, his handsome mouth drawn back sharply from his teeth. "It was too nice a day to stay in some stuffy classroom, so we all figured it might be nice to throw a party ... with you as guest of honor!"
She heard snickers ripple through the group, and now her simple dread of a moment before gave way to rising panic. She gaped up from one to the other of the youthful faces, wearing their masks of lust.
"N--No... No, please go away," she whimpered. "I... I don't want you here. Please leave me alone."
"Well, gee," Leon said. "We only want some fun with you. You know, like Waldo had last night, and Brian had yesterday afternoon."
Constance's stomach knotted and convulsed as if it had just turned inside out. She suddenly felt nauseous as vivid memories of Waldo crouched over her face with his rapacious young cock shoved all the way down her throat flooded her mind. The fate the three boys had in mind for her now became as obvious to her as if they'd spoken it. "Why?" she heard herself ask foolishly. "W-Why me? I haven't hurt any of you..."
A wave of obscene chortles rained down at her for answer, and Waldo thrust his thumbs behind his belt and arrogantly said: "You're getting yourself all up-tight, Miss' Lorane. Here you are all set to have Brian screw you, and you act like you don't want us. Why, you oughta be happy. We're giving you your chance to get your fill of young boys."
"Sure," Floyd added with a lewd chuckle. "You be nice to us, and we'll be nice to you!"
"And if you're not," Waldo added with savage glee, "You just remember what I told you last night... about cooperating!"
With an agonizing moan of utter despair, the tormented woman let her head fall back against the dirty floor. There would be no way out, not if she could hope to save herself from Waldo's threatened exposure. She was physically outnumbered and trapped by her own guilt in first seducing young Brian yesterday afternoon. "Don't," she whined fearfully. "I beg of you, don't... Don't hurt me ..."
"Leave her alone, you guys!" Brian called out angrily. He liked Miss Lorane, liked her a lot -- and if he allowed Waldo and his pals to rough her up, he'd never forgive himself! "Get out of here and leave her alone!"
"Bug off, kid," Floyd said nastily, pushing the younger boy out of the way. "You ain't part of this."
"Yeah," Leon added menacingly. "Your pecker's hanging out. Go play with it somewhere. Well take care of your lady-friend for you just fine."
"No! No, I won't let you!" Brian shouted. "I'm not going!"
Waldo hadn't counted on Dawn's little brother to be with Miss Lorane, gumming up the works. He pressed his fingers harshly into the youngster's shoulder until Brian cringed with pain, and snarled, "Now look, stick around if you want, but don't get in our way. What the hell, you might just learn how to operate with a broad like her. I promise we won't hurt your darling Miss Lorane."
"A good fuck never hurt no girl," Floyd put in lewdly.
Constance gazed up at Brian, her heart going out to his valiant if futile attempt to save her. Her mind rebelled against what he was being forced to witness, knowing what it must be doing to his innocent, receptive nature. Dear God, it was one thing for her to have to submit... She was older and experienced enough to overcome its terrible effects. But poor Brian!
She was suddenly filled with an insane desire to protect him, and casting her own safety aside, she scrambled to her feet. It no longer mattered what happened to her. If she could only get away, if only for the moment, then perhaps he would be spared ... She lunged for the front door of her candy shop in a desperate bid to escape at all costs ...
Leon and Floyd caught her easily, and threw her down on the cold, bare floor with a violence which made her head spin. Her legs were pulled from her defensively curled position until she was once more flat on her back. Leon pinned her down awkwardly with one thick, stubby hand planted in the middle of her stomach like a stake while the other two boys immediately began undressing. Her breath came in ragged, sucking gasps as she helplessly watched Waldo and Floyd strip themselves naked before her. Her eyes remained transfixed on their lean, developing bodies, and their virile, passion-erect penises jutting so proudly out from their firm, hairless young abdomens. Then she turned her head to stare up at the brutish Leon as with his free hand, he feverishly peeled off his shirt and trousers, popping buttons when they wouldn't unbutton easily. His blunt, stubby cock throbbed out into the air beside her head, more thickly round than either Waldo's or Floyd's slender erections, a few wisps of pubic hair indicating his extra developement. In spite of her paralyzing fear, she couldn't help wondering what its extra girth would feel like up inside her belly ...
Without warning, Waldo Chatwin slid down between her long white legs, spreading them apart cruelly in his youthful eagerness. He teasingly fondled the soft, blonde-haired pussy before him as Floyd watched enviously over his shoulder.
"Christ, look at that hot little cunt!" Floyd whispered excitedly.
"Yeah, well she's not ready to fuck yet," Waldo leered. "We gotta get her going first!"
"What are we going to do? Finger-fuck her?"
"Hell no! With a snatch that sweet, you gotta lick it!"
The tormented woman was forced to lie in unwilling passiveness as she felt Waldo's fingertips caressing her nakedly defenseless pussy. She groaned in abject humiliation as she glanced up at the wide-eyed, shocked features of young Brian Johnson, her tear-filled eyes pleading for his understanding. She could also see the other two naked boys staring hungrily down at the view of her velvety soft skin, curving in from her thighs to form the soft, blonde curves of her cuntal slit. All watched greedily as Waldo lowered his face and buried the full length of his long, slippery tongue into the moist pink vaginal hps obscenely spread open before him.
"Ahhhh!" she jerked, feeling the boy's hungry young mouth closing hotly over her soft, wet furrow. A convulsive spasm of unwilling delight shot up the full length of her spine as she felt his searching tongue lace snake-like into her quivering vaginal crevice. She ground her buttocks down against the hard wood floor in an attempt to escape the taunting, youthful attack, a whimpering moan bubbling from her hps. But the wicked teenager seemed to know unerringly what to do, and his head burrowed further up between her trembling inner thighs, his sharp white teeth fastening into the desire slickened flesh of her cunt. With a maddening liquid suck of his lips, he drew the tiny pink bud of her clitoris wetly up into his mouth, nibbling it until it jerked into erect, quivering life.
Constance squeezed her eyes tightly shut against the tickling sensations that were beginning to rise through her cringing loins against her will. She fought with all her inner strength, but the youth's tongue continued its searing probe, working his way up and down the length of her narrow, hair-lined vaginal slit until she could only groan uncontrollably. He started at the lower curve of her belly and pressed his way down over the small elastic-rimmed opening of her wide-splayed pussy and into the deep, narrow crevice of her flexing buttocks, stopping momentarily to do a wet licking homage to her tightly puckered anus. And then his fluting-tongue returned to begin all over again ... back and forth ... back and forth ...
"Ohhhh, stop it! Lord, please stop it!"
"You wanna be fucked instead, Miss Lorane?" she heard the muffled voice of Waldo call up from between her legs.
"No! No!" she mewled piteously.
"Lemme know when you do," the sadistic young student said, sending more forceful, spasmodic throbs through her with his mouth locked wetly against her helpless pussy. "Lemme hear you beg.".
"I won't! I... I can't!" The candy store owner's resistance ebbed with the exquisite torture being lavished on her defenselessly naked cunt. But she couldn't bring herself to suffer this further indignation, not in front of young Brian Johnson. The thought of begging these wretched teenagers to drive their slender cocks into her was too unbearable! It would be the ultimate point of surrender!
"Say it!" Floyd hissed wetly down at her.
"Ohhhhh," the helpless woman moaned, resistance fading rapidly as the lewd sensations from Waldo's flicking tongue changed her flesh into a mass of nerve-tingling arousal. "Go ahead ... Go ahead and ... and give it to me!"
"Not like that," Leon yelled, releasing his hand from her chest. "Come on, say it right!"
Waldo increased the tingling lash of his tongue, arid soft mewling animal sounds escaped pitifully from between Constance's passion-clenched teeth. Her hips anxiously jerked upward of their own volition, embedding his punishing tongue in her hotly pulsating cunt until she thought the pounding of her heart would break through her chest. Erotic fire replaced fear and shame and everything else ... until to Constance nothing existed except her flame-seared pussy.
"Oh God," she heard herself shriek, the sweet agony in her heated loins driving her frantic. "Fuck me! Fuck me, you little bastards, fuck me now!"
"Who goes first?" Leon panted with unrestrained passion.
"Waldo, I guess," Floyd said.
"Naw," Waldo replied as he rose up on his haunches. "We both do. You and me together, Floyd."
"Yeah? How?"
"You in front and me in back!"
"Miss Lorane sucks me while fucking you?" The thin young boy giggled. "Hot damn, I like that!"
"Yeah, and I want to see her getting it, too," Waldo said, with adolescent glee. "Leon, you get her up over me, and then I can lie underneath and watch Floyd here shove it to her!"
Constance couldn't believe her ears! God, they were going to sandwich her between them like raw meat on a skewer! Yet the obscene thought of the double ravishment only caused her to groan with steaming desire and grind her buttocks more furiously down against the wooden floor with unrestrained abandonment. She had been driven to a peak of wild arousal, and her saliva-moistened cunt was flowering wetly and demanding to be filled... to be stuffed full of hot young cock flesh ...
Waldo shuffled around until he was lying on the floor beside the wantonly writhing older woman, his slender penis jutting straight up in the air like a thin lance about to be buried in a helpless victim. "Go on, Leon, get Miss Lorane to straddle me. I'll ram it to her first!"
As Floyd watched in lewd delight, the hefty
Leon moved up and caught Constance by her shoulders, twisting her around so that she was forced to lie face down on the dirty wood planks. She lay without struggling, small gasps of passion and shame coursing from her mouth as the heavy-set boy roughly clutched her nakedly quivering buttocks and raised them up. He lifted her over the supine body of his pal, until she was left kneeling on all fours like a bitch-dog in heat, her face looking directly down into the lewdly grinning countenance of Waldo Chatwin below. Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and swept across the youth's developing chest, her full matured breasts swaying sensuously with their erect pink nipples almost grazing his warm skin. Her lush, well-formed thighs were splayed wide on either side of his lean, boyish hips, and she could sense the shaft of his virile young penis pointing directly up at her hungrily throbbing cuntal slit.
Then Waldo arched his buttocks up off the floor, and the naked ex-teacher suddenly quivered with renewed desire as she felt the blunt head of his heatedly pulsating cock press into the swollen wet crevice of her up-turned vagina. She involuntarily cringed as she thought of what was to come, and unconscious tears of humiliation momentarily blurred her vision and trickled down her hot flushed cheeks. He was going to impale her not,only in front of his obscene friends, but right before the shock-laden eyes of little Brian ... and she groaned from this further indignity, her heart sinking as she realized that in her lewd position, it, would be she that would be mostly on display before the innocent fourteen year old boy.
"Now reach back, Miss Lorane," Waldo demanded breathlessly. "Put my pecker in your twat!"
"No... No, I can't... I can't do that, too ..."
"Put me in, I tell you!" the naked teenager barked. He began to rub his youthful erection against the feverishly swollen lips of her pussy, sending waves of obscene pleasure rippling upward through her belly.
"Ohhhh, God!" the kneeling woman mewled, unable to withstand this additional tease. She reached between their naked bodies and grasped the hardened shaft of youthful flesh, pulling it upwards until it was lodged between the rounded, hair-framed lips on either side of her vaginal passage.
The teenager levered upwards, slowly and smoothly gliding all of his slender penis up into the nakedly trembling woman's belly. Constance moaned as she felt his blunt cock-head brush gently against the cushion of her cervix as his penis insinuated itself as far up into her moistly gripping pussy as it would go. Her mouth dropped loosely open and uncontrollably she began a squirming down against the boy, settling over his budding hardness to bury as much of the hot shaft of male flesh as she could inside her. It slid deliciously along the sensitive walls of her tightly pressuring cunt, the sweet sensations bringing moans of pleasure from deep in her throat.
"Ohhhh God, yes!" she sighed as Waldo began pumping his erect young penis in and out of her smoothly clasping vagina. New cries of delicious passion burst from her fleshy lips as her nostrils flared wide, and her eyes gazed heatedly around the candy store, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully within them.
She saw the bulging eyes of little Brian Johnson staring at her in disbelief. But instead of the misery or horror she might have expected, she saw that there was a tiny gleam of obscene interest in the young boy's eyes. Dear God, he was becoming as much an animal as his sister's bestial boy friend! And then the ghastly truth struck her that she was the root of his change from a once innocent child. She'd perverted him for her own desires yesterday, and had taught him lust for lust's own sake... and he was learning his lessons all too well... But even as she inwardly cringed with the guilt of this admission, a strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her nakedly displayed body. God, she must be the most unspeakably wicked woman who had ever lived!
She turned her head slightly and caught the reflection she made in the glass of the candy counter. She saw herself helplessly on her knees, her arms supporting her torso as her breasts jiggled frantically from the savage fucking into her cunt by Waldo's punishing cock. She could see his hardened young penis sliding in and out of her moist vaginal crevice, while her own fleshily rounded buttocks undulated around him from her lewd squatting position. God, what an obscene picture she and the boy made together! It was exciting to her, God, how it was exciting her! No wonder little Brian was caught up in the excitement! How could anybody not help to be? she thought even as she felt a small twinge of pity for the innocent young boy who was being subjected to such a thing so early in his life.
"Damn it!" she dazedly heard a boyish voice call out from somewhere nearby. "Damn it all to hell! I can't watch this any longer or I'll cream on the floor! I wanna have her suck me now!" - Her attention was suddenly caught by a movement around her head, and fingers fumbled with her chin as she was forced to swing her face forward again. A thin masculine form was hovering over her, a hardened young penis jutting in adolescent eagerness from his loins.
"Suck me, Miss Lorane!" Floyd demanded in a frenzy. "Suck my cock while Waldo screws you!"
The wiry youngster knelt in front of her, grasping both sides of her cheeks and holding her mouth in place. He shoved his blood-filled hardness brutally forward, and somewhere in the back of her lust-crazed mind, Constance gave thanks for its smallness as he rammed it full into her mouth. He began sawing into her face viciously, and the older woman gagged as he thrust it all the way to the back" of her tongue, almost to her throat. Her wetly ovalled lips brushed against his hairless pelvis as his firm, round testicles slapped harshly against her chin, and the hopelessly aroused older woman fought for breath, managing to catch it on the outstroke of the boy's cruel thrusts.
Oh God! she groaned inwardly as the two young teenagers pummeled her subserviently kneeling body back and forth between them.
Then once more the mental vision of this very helplessness, the thought of two virile young boys buffeting her mercilessly this way excited her. The erotic desires deep inside her belly became a roaring torrent of passion again, and she began to rotate her buttocks downward, tightly constricting her cuntal muscles around the fleshy young cock burrowing up into her from below. At the same time, she sucked voraciously at the slender penis boring into her warm wet mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with Floyd's youthful thrusts. Yes Oh God, yes! This was heaven! If only it would never end! If only there was more . . , !
And as if in obscene answer, she heard Waldo hissingly order from beneath her: "Leon! Come on, Leon! Join in!"
Join in? But where? Floyd was in her mouth, and Waldo was filling tier cunt. . . Where could Leon fuck her?
"Yaaaah!" Leon said enthusiastically. "Yaaaah, now it's my turn! Now it's my turn to hump her in the ass!"
Constance choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her veins. God, he couldn't do that to her! Her mind whirled frantically and she moaned with rising horror around the boy's surging cock in her mouth.
"Noooo!" she mewled in muffled protest. "Nooo, that's evil."
"Yeah, I guess it is," Waldo chuckled with salacious delight. "That's Leon's specialty, banging asses!"
"Don't let him, do it!" she pleaded to the boy still fucking vigorously into her from below. "Please... It'll kill me!"
"You'll hurt her! You'll hurt her!" Brian cried out, coming to the candy store owner's defense in spite of his excitement. "You promised you wouldn't hurt Miss Lorane!"
"Tough shit!" Waldo snarled. "Leon gets his jollies that way, and that's the way she's going to get it! Fuck her in the asshole, Leon! Hurry up!"
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Constance moved to close her thighs, but Waldo's hands grasped her tightly around her defenselessly upturned hips, impaling her immobile upon his up-thrusting penis.
Leon leered down at the fearfully cowering older woman, and then he climbed between her widespread legs and found a position where he could maneuver without disturbing his pal fucking up into her cunt from below. He placed his hands on her nakedly squirming buttocks, one on each ass-cheek, and slowly drew them apart until the tiny muscular ring of her anal opening came into view. Constance groaned and tried to tense her buttocks together again, but Waldo below her shoved harder up inside her vagina. She felt an explosive spasm of delicious sensation, forcing her to relax and allow the heavy-set teenager behind her to splay her ass-cheeks apart with his talon-like fingers.
Little Brian Johnson was gripped by the savagely exciting scene before him. His young, inexperienced mind could not fathom the apparent cruelty of the three older teenagers, or why they would want to cause so much anguish to Miss Lorane. He knew that he should do something to stop them, or even run to get help before they really did kill her, like she said. But somehow, the hopelessness of the woman kneeling there, shaking with fear and abhorrence before the hulking Leon, fascinated him. The lewd thought of the other boy's cock raping her naked and defenseless rectum while she quaked on the floor sent shivers of repulsive curiosity through him, and goose-pimples erupted on his fresh young skin. Jeez, he couldn't even look away!
Leon pushed the whole of his heavy body into the older woman's back, his thick hardened penis laying tight against the warm parted crevice of her buttocks. Its bulbous tip throbbed against the tiny puckering sphincter muscle as he flicked his young hips forward, immediately spearing into the tightly clenched hole of her anal canal.
Constance grunted from the sudden pain shooting up through her belly as the youth shoved forward and embedded his lust-swollen cock-head just inside her painfully quivering anus. She moaned around Floyd's slender penis in her mouth as she pleaded mournfully for Leon to stop. But his perverted invasion grew, and she could feel her aching thighs being swept even wider apart as his thick penis tunneled steadily up into her rectum. "Mmmmmaaaggggg!" the helplessly kneeling ex-teacher moaned again, instinctively clenching her resilient buttocks together and trapping his boyish hardness between them. "Mmmmmaaaagggg! You're killing me!"
Leon paused in his savage entry and began a gentle vibration inside the clasping walls of her cruelly stretched anus. "Hell, Miss Lorane, we've just begun!" he taunted the terror-stricken woman, and lunged forward to drive another half-inch of his thick young cock into her searing rectal passage.
"Mmmmmmaaaaaarrrrgggg!" the candy owner squealed while teenaged Floyd continued to thrust wetly in and out of her mouth. The walls of her anal passage felt as if they were being ripped apart as the vicious sodomizing strokes increased, until finally all of Leon's fleshy shaft had been buried far up inside her belly.
Leon snickered in sadistic delight as he felt his testicles scraping against the wide-splayed crevice of the moaning woman's buttocks. Then he began a back-and-forth motion, fucking in and out of her tight little anus in thrusts which traveled the full excited length of his ravaging cock. He licked his lips in satisfaction as he watched the inflamed reddish skin of Miss Lorane's tightly puckered little anus draw back with the glistening shaft of his penis, clutching it adhesively as if it didn't want to let go ... and then disappear inside again with his forward thrust back into her warm buttery rectum.
"Uggggg, God!" Constance grunted in excruciating pain.
The depraved Waldo Chatwin smiled obscenely up at her, hissing: "You like it, Miss Lorane? You like being fucked in the ass, fucked by three of us, while everybody watches?"
And that made it a thousand times worse, to know that her every action was being viewed not only by those perpetrating the vile rape, but also by the horrified Brian Johnson! Constance groaned out her pain-filled humiliation to the lewd ravishment, her toes curling down against the soles of her feet as she was bucked up and down and forced to fuck and suck like a servile slave of love. She knelt moaning and sobbing from the agony and shame, impaled by a trio of young virile cocks like an insect on a mounting board. God, any one of them would have been enough to set her wild with desire, and that was horrible enough to admit... But here and now she was groveling on the dusty floor of her own candy shop with all of them, all three delicious naked youngsters! It was too much! Too much to take!
The three teenagers lost no time in co-ordinating their savage attack on the subserviently kneeling woman, joining together in a smoothly grinding tempo. Waldo Chatwin began to fuck furiously up into her hot, moist pussy from below as Floyd thrust harder with long, fast strokes into the warm, wet depths of her sucking mouth. It took but a moment for them to fall into the same rhythm as Leon fucking into her rectum from behind, and they buffeted her insanely between them like a rag doll on a string. At first the only thing the naked Constance could manage was to utter long continual whines as they crushed into her defenseless body with harder and faster force. But slowly, inexorably, her cock-filled belly began to respond involuntarily to the outrageous debasement. Unconsciously at first, the brutal pain began to recede, gradually giving way to an electric tingling which seeped relentlessly through her ragged nerve endings. Slowly her whimpers of agony changed to low groans of passionate pleadings to be hurt... to be torn apart... to be defiled by the boy on the floor and the boy in front of her and the boy kneeling behind. They were filling her mouth, her cunt, her raw pink rectum with their merciless young cocks, and she wanted to be filled by them as punishment for being the degenerate slut she knew she was.
"Ohhhhhh, yes! Yes, fuck me, you bastards!" she crooned around the penis ramming between her teeth. "Fuck me! Fuck mmmeeeeeeeee!"
She wanted desperately to wallow in fresh young cum again. She wanted to milk these youthful cocks dry and flood her belly until their virile white sperm ran down her thighs and dribbled lewdly from her lips! She wanted to climax with teenaged semen surging in her receiving stomach and her cunt and her rectum!
She wanted it to flow from every pore of her naked subjugated flesh in unending torrents of joy . . . !
Her wish came true a moment later. Simultaneously with the rising tide of her own explosive orgasm, the candy store owner felt the young cock fucking up into her from the floor inflate and begin to spurt out its white seething load deep inside her hungrily clasping cunt. Waldo's cum ricocheted wildly around inside and then gushed from the hair-covered lips of her inundated vagina to rivulet down her trembling inner thighs. She tried to screw her buttocks downwards to suck up more of the flooding cum, but Leon began humping into her like a maniac, his sperm-bloated testicles pressing tightly against her wide-stretched cuntal slit, pushing Constance forward until she buried Floyd's virile young penis all the way in her madly sucking mouth.
"I ... I'm going to cum!" Floyd groaned above her head. "Ohhhhhhhhh shhhheeeeeiiiittttt!" He jerked his cock suddenly from the woman's sucking lips, holding the slender young shaft about two inches away, and with an. expiring groan, let it begin spewing its pent up semen directly at her face. Constance opened her mouth wide, and the thin, jetting spurts rapidly filled her mouth to the brim. She swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a single drop of the delicious fresh sperm as her Adam's apple bobbed up and down rapidly in its effort to keep up with the wildly ejaculating penis. At last Floyd's cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts of cum, and thin strings of the sticky fluid ran from the tip of his penis to her glistening wet lips like lewd spider webs.
Constance desperately strained to take the deflating penis between her lips and lick it clean, but then Leon cried out from behind, savagely screwing into her forever-stretched anus with all of his teenage strength. His hardened young shaft erupted with a surge of semen deep up into her hotly contracting rectum, Constance was forced by her own desire to grind her thighs back upwards tightly against the naked boy's pelvis, but her very eagerness only incited him more. The nibbling clasp of her anal muscle squeezed his thick stump of young cock, hungrily milking all his molten load spewing deep up inside her belly.
Her round, uplifted hips trembled as she felt the tidal waves of boyish cum searing heatedly through every inch of her flesh. It was then that her own exploding orgasm hit her like a giant mailed fist in the pit of her stomach. The hot wails of her rectum throbbingiy gripped Leon's emptying cock until the last geysering drop had been drawn from it. She licked her lips, wiping her tongue around her mouth and nose to catch the remaining splatters of Floyd's cum as her own climactic fluids flowing profusely into the sperm-filled pool of her quivering vagina. Her secretions grew creamy with a mixture of adolescent semen as they trickled down around Waldo's gradually softening penis to the bare floor below ...
The depraved candy store owner felt drained of everything. Her limbs collapsed loosely, and she sunk her head sideways to young Waldo Chatwin's lean, muscular chest. Leon's rapidly deflating cock slipped from her mauled anal opening with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the stunned silence of the room. When the teenager released his hands from her hips, she slithered limply forward to lay spread-eagled, a cool rush of air flowing over her sweat-soaked form. She barely heard young Brian teafully cry out as she faded into peaceful semi-consciousness...
"You killed her!" the fourteen year old youngster screamed in horror. "You killed Miss Lorane!"
"Aw, she's only resting, kid," Leon said as he lay happily on the floor.
"No! No, you killed her! She's not moving!"
"She will in a minute," Waldo assured the near hysterical youth. "Don't sweat it. Hey ... whatcha' doing?"
Brian was backing toward the front door of the candy store, the back of his fist pressed against his open lips, covering the whimpers which came choking from his mouth. "No.. .No..." was all he could manage to say.
"You're not leaving, kid," Floyd said, jumping up.
"I gotta! I gotta, now that you killed Miss Lorane!"
"For Christ's sake, you snot-nosed brat!" Waldo sneered. "Don't you know nothing? Stick around. I told you, she'll be fine in a minute ... just as soon as I get my pecker hard again!"
It snapped then, the spontaneous bursting in the innocent boy's head that crashed reality down over him with a shattering force. Brian turned and ran for the door, his young lungs threatening to burst from fear and exertion.
"Jesus. Someone stop the little bastard," Floyd yelled, lunging for him. But already Brian was flinging open the door, charging out into the afternoon sunlight. "Goddamn, the punk's pretty fast," Floyd said disgustedly as he stood watching the retreating form of the younger boy. "Don't that beat all!"
"Aw, let him go. Most hell do is go home and cry on Dawn's shoulder," Waldo said disgustedly. "Shut the door, will you? I'm not about to lie here like this, my cock and balls flapping in the breeze. I might catch cold or something."
"What are we going to do now?" Leon asked as he sat up from the floor.
Waldo turned toward the insensate older woman, noticing that she was beginning to stir. A slight, malicious grin began to twist his handsome face cruelly. "Well ... Miss Lorane sure ain't dead yet, is she? Take a turn, Leon . .. See what you can do besides fuck her in the ass!"
Constance felt as though she were nothing more than a fleshy robot for their use as the three boys bent her to their wills again. Weakly she moved her naked limbs to comply with their lewd commands, groveling on the floor of her candy shop that would be forever her bed of shame...
Chapter Seven
Little Brian Johnson was sped on by the certain knowledge that something horrible had happened to Miss Lorane. If she wasn't dead by some miracle, then surely she was awfully hurt! The single idea made him uncaring of anything else, except to get help, his breath coming in short gasps and his legs feeling as if made of rubber. He rounded the corner of the block, tears blurring his vision ...
... And ran straight into the brass-buttoned uniform of Patrolman OToole. The officer let out a blast of air as the boy's head connected with his stomach, then collared Brian by the shirt before the struggling youth could get away, "All right, there, that'll be enough of that, you young hooligan! Attacking an officer of the law is no--Why, if it isn't young Brian Johnson!"
"Oh, Officer O'Toole!" the boy wailed. "Oh5 it was awful! It... It was terrible!" The anguished teenager clutched at "the policeman's arm, his taut young body quivering all over like a leaf. "Help her! Oh, please help her!"
"Calm down, Calm down. Now just steady yourself, son!"
Brian tried to prod the policeman back the way he'd come, around the corner in the direction of the candy store. Officer O'Toole balked, not being one to be rushed, and as he frowned down at the insistent youth, he saw that the fly of his pants was down. "Hold on, son. We can't go nowhere until you zip up. Your, your, ah ... Well, you're hanging out!"
Brian blushed crimson and began stuffing his white cotton shorts back into his trousers. "Okay, but please! Please! She might be dead by now!"
"And who might this she be, Master Brian?"
"Miss Lorane! Miss Lorane at the candy store!"
"That nice lady? Well! We'll have to see what all the rumpus is about then, won't we!" And with that, Officer O'Toole grasped the youngster's urgent hand, and together they set off to rescue the injured Miss Lorane ...