It is no shocking revelation to anyone to hear that the prime motivating factor behind most human behavior can be found in the sexual appetites fears and fantasies which men are heir to. It is equally obvious to any student of literary expression (or any other kind of artistic expression) that, until recently, this most basic of human stimuli has been hidden, repressed, and generally kept behind the counter of our moral fastidiousness away from serious scrutiny. It is a well-known fact, for instance, that, in the past, most people around the world, whose only contact with United States culture was through early motion pictures, were convinced that American married couples never slept in the same bed, but always in twin beds at least sixteen inches apart ... and fully clothed, at that.
It is only in the last few years that this hypocritical attitude toward human sexual behavior patterns has crumbled before a public whose primary concern is the truth rather than a prudish respect for outdated tradition. And, with this new and healthy attitude toward sexual behavior in a kind of chicken and egg relationship, has come a new breed of literature: a literature unfettered by outmoded restrictions on subject matter; a literature which is at last free to expose and scrutinize the long-repressed reality in human interpersonal relationships. Perhaps no better example of this new breed of brutally honest fiction could be found than the exciting new novel you now hold in your hand, A CHILDISH PASSION by Bette Flynn.
Mrs. Flynn, in her new work, has taken a daring step which can only be compared to that Lawrence took when he confronted strict Victorian taboos with such novels as Lady Chatterly's Lover and Women in Love. Mrs. Flynn's new novel--likewise abandons preoccupation with plot in order to examine in exhaustive detail the motives and causes behind his central characters' actions. The result is an incredibly frank and always fascinating interplay of psychological forces at work, always with the constant threat of an explosion, always with the promise of impending chaos.
The characters in this brutally honest study may not be familiar to you, and, yet, if we approach this scintillating work with that same honesty, perhaps we will recognize even more than we wish. Certainly Janine Woodall, repressed and misguided though she is, exhibits fears and desires which closely parallel our own true, her particular perversion for little boys is unique, but who of us is not the slave of our sexual being in one way or another? The point is not that the actual events in this intriguing novel should be taken as fact the author's obvious desire is that we approach his novel with an open mind and draw from it what we ourselves need and find useful.
It is with great pride and no little excitement that we offer this exciting work for your consideration. It could possibly be most important book you will read this year. It is certainly one of the most valuable to be written in the last decade. We feel certain that you will give it the critical acclaim it so richly deserves.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The hot Oregon sun filtered down through the thick pine forest and mottled the pine needle floor underneath in hazy cool shadows. It was just after noon, and the summer day was as beautiful as any Janine Woodall could remember in all the years she'd been visiting this wilderness haven.
Mason Ridge was a lumber town and had been since a certain Mr. James Portelby had crossed the Oregon trail to found it in 1851. For over a hundred years, this quaint little town had maintained its frontier image of wooden sidewalks and false facades on all the storefronts, and was a normal side trip for anyone spending their vacation at nearby Crater Lake National Park. But, although tourism was coming to provide more and more of the town's annual revenue, the economic backbone was still its lumbering and milling of the virgin pine covering the mountains for miles and miles around. The mills had long since left the possession of James Portelby and his heirs and were now owned by a Carl Harris of Portland, who was rumored to have made a small fortune off them.
"Carl, stop that! Somebody might come along any minute, you know," Janine Woodall chided the tall dark-haired man standing beside her. His arms had begun to snake softly around her waist as the two of them looked out through a break in the trees down to where Mason Ridge lay in the valley below. With a teasing giggle, the lovely woman tossed her blonde curls and ran gaily down around the next bend in the trail.
After looking around to make sure the trail was deserted, Carl Harris sighed, then took off after the shapely blonde. In the midday heat, his well-tailored clothes were already clinging to his lean athletic body and his discomfort was evident in the sweat standing out in his good-looking rugged face. As he came jogging around the turn in the trail, he saw his date of the afternoon leaning back against a large granite boulder that bordered the path.
"Dammit, Janine, stop acting like a teenager," he said angrily as he came up to her. "If you won't marry me, at least you could show a bit of appreciation for that lunch I just bought you. One little kiss is not going to compromise your precious virtue, for God's sake."
"Is that so?" the alluring woman crooned seductively back at him. She was resting now, panting from her exertions, and she smiled impishly. "Well, for your information, I haven't made up my mind about marrying you. And, even if I said yes, that doesn't give you the right to start pawing a helpless woman..."
"Helpless?" Carl snarled, half in play and half in true irritation. The slim, middle-aged man moved quickly over to her and grabbed her shoulders before she could escape again. Pinning her struggling body back against the smooth face of the rock, he smiled sardonically and said, "Even after all these months, dear, I can't quite believe that you're too helpless and innocent to know exactly what to do with this. Are you, Janine?"
And, with that, he suddenly pressed his body tightly against her, grinding the bulging front of his flannel trousers against the light cotton dress she wore. Janine's light-hearted smile faded from her face and her blue eyes became round with shock as she felt something unexpectedly hard pressing into the flat plane of her stomach.
The thirty-four year old woman made a concentrated effort to clear her head of the giddiness that had come after the bottle of wine and several drinks the couple had shared in the dining room of the plush tourist hotel in town. As comprehension slowly dawned in her mind, she gasped angrily and quickly tried to struggle away from the stiff poker-like bulge that was angrily digging into the softness of her tender belly, even through the layers of clothing they both wore. Above her, Carl's smile widened, as though he were enjoying her anxiety, and he held her more tightly, pushing harder against her until his weight trapped her desperately wriggling body securely against the boulder.
"Carl, please let me go!" the shocked woman cried out in sudden fear. Distress was evident in every feature of her lovely face as she looked beseechingly up at the dark-haired man. "You know I'm not that kind of woman. I won't be manhandled now stop it!"
But Janine's words seemed to have no effect, either on the lewdly grinning man or on the ominously pulsing rod of hardened flesh that strained against her belly.
"Really?" he chuckled down at her, an excited gleam kindling his brown eyes. "Well, I think it's about time I corrected that situation."
"No, no, I mean it, Carl. Let me go, please," the blonde woman pleaded angrily. Her eyes darted anxiously down the trail to see if anyone else were present to witness her embarrassment, and she felt a sudden stab of fear as well, for she realized that there was no one nearby to assist her if she needed help in controlling Carl. He, too, had had too much to drink that afternoon, and she was frightened by the unusual boldness he was now displaying.
"No, darling, I've been listening to your absurd arguments for too long now," the grinning man announced unfeelingly. "It's past time you started acting like the mature woman you obviously are."
With no further warning, he abruptly gathered her into his arms and crushed his mouth down tightly onto her trembling wet lips. Disregarding her mumbled protests, he slid one hand down over the flimsy fabric of her dress to stroke gently at the firm flesh of her upper thigh. Then he clamped his fingers around one of the swelling twin mounds of her tensed buttocks, pressing her loins even more demandingly to his own.
For a terrified moment, the shapely woman fought even more desperately to escape his welcome caress, but then she ceased her struggling. This was a scene that had happened to her many times before with other men, in other settings ever since she had divorced her husband almost twelve years before. Janine hoped Carl would quickly understand that she did not want or enjoy his embrace ... not like this, at any rate. The lovely blonde wished for a wistful moment that she could truly let go of her inhibitions, for just one time, and do what would come naturally to her as a mature woman, but the wounds that had been inflicted by her short-lived marriage were simply too deep and still unhealed.
Somewhere in the depths of her consciousness, Janine felt a tempting awareness of the urgent passion of Carl's kiss, the gentle, yet firm pressure of his clenching hands around her smoothly rounded buttocks and slender waist, the insistent exciting throb of his hardened maleness against the yielding softness of her flat belly. But she was still too afraid-afraid of the pain and heartless laughter she had endured once before to allow herself to give in to the persuasiveness of his ardent kiss.
Finally, Carl drew back from her stiffly trembling body. His hand still cupped the softly swelling cheek of her left buttock as he grinned happily down at her, unaware of the battle that was raging in her mind.
"You see, darling? It's not so bad to just let go and enjoy your body once in a while. You can't tell me that you didn't enjoy that just as much as I did."
"You're a beast, Carl, an animal. I don't ever want to see you again!" Janine quickly replied. Her body was quivering uncontrollably and the beautiful woman realized with a start that the embrace had affected her even more than she had imagined. She silently prayed that her inner turmoil did not show beyond the mask of righteous indignation she had set on her face. "After all these months, I thought that you were a gentleman, that you understood me. You know I never, never allow a man to touch me, especially like you just did. I thought I could trust you!"
"Well, I thought you were finally ready to stop acting like the great white virgin," the handsome middle-aged man shot back. An expression of disgust crossed his crazy features as he felt his discouraged cock deflating rapidly in the face of Janine's attack. For God's sake, you were married once, darling. What did you and Larry do at night read fairy tales to each other?" Carl grimaced in disbelief. "Even I've heard enough about Larry's exploits to know better than that!"
The lovely thirty four year old divorcee winced involuntarily at his words. They reminded her of the one night she had tried so hard to forget for the past twelve years: her wedding night with Larry Woodall, the young playboy she had given her heart to when she was too innocent and inexperienced to recognize what a cold-hearted sadist he really was. That one terrible night in an expensive hotel room when her long-guarded virginity had been torn away from her without regard to her feelings or even her cries of pain had haunted her ever since. The same night she had walked out of the marriage, too frightened to ever trust her husband again. It had been difficult, for every time she saw her boyish husband after that, she had felt the same old excitement that had first swept her off her feet. And worse, as Larry Woodall had got older and lost the youthful charm she had loved so dearly, she had felt herself increasingly attracted to other young boys in a way that she knew was not right.
Janine trembled a moment as her mind harked back to the quiet afternoons she had spent watching high school or college boys playing basketball or football in the school yard next to her home in Portland. She remembered how so often she had suddenly found herself touching her own breasts and how, more than once, she had surrendered to the irresistible sensations racing through her veins, running into her house to tear off her clothing and frantically fondle her voluptuous body until she reached a soul-shattering orgasm. Each time, the beautiful blonde woman had wished that her husband could have been tender and gentle enough to bring her to the same fever-pitch of sexual excitement she had experienced under her own hands. And afterward, Janine had always felt so ashamed and disgusted at her terrible weakness that she had vowed over and over again never to repeat the sinful masturbation only to find herself a victim of the same electric sensations tingling through her body the next time she watched the boys at play.
At last the beautiful divorcee had begun to date older men, hoping to find the companionship she needed so badly without danger of further igniting the unwelcome flames that blazed deep in her loins. She had spent several miserable years that way, fighting off one after another of the aging men who were fascinated by her lithely voluptuous body, until she finally found Carl Harris.
The handsome athletic Carl was wealthy and kind and she had gradually learned to trust him as the months went by. In her eyes, he had almost proved that he was different from Larry Woodall and all the brutal men who had tried to take advantage of her after her divorce, just because she was a woman and had no man to protect her. But now, after what Carl had done to her just now on the trail, Janine suspected that he was just like all the rest of the men she had dated, with their hot pawing hands and lusting bodies. If only they could understand that she would never be able to feel real passion again, except for the memory of her first love, and in moments of disgusting weakness, for the young boys who so often reminded her of Larry.
"Carl, please, I just can't talk about that," Janine said, unhappily aware that she was blushing under his penetrating gaze. "I don't even want to think about him. Now, please, let me go. I want to go home."
The tall man hesitated for a moment, then freed her from his embrace and silently took her arm to lead her back down the deserted trail the way they had come. He was more disappointed than angry, for he truly loved this gorgeous woman and wanted to help her solve whatever problems were bothering her. It had been Carl who'd suggested the idea of her living in Mason Ridge for the summer, of leaving Portland and taking a cottage away from the noise and tension of rhe city. He'd even given her one of his lumber company's vacation cottages which were used to host parties for visiting business associates.
But apparently nothing had changed, and Janine was still as uptight sexually as she had ever been. Hell, it wasn't as though he wanted to rape her or anything, but a man wasn't made of steel. Besides, he loved her, and he'd even gone as far as asking her to marry him!
Janine was uncomfortably aware of Carl's eyes searching over her face as though he were looking for some sign of weakness there, and she deliberately set her pert features into an expression of grim determination. It was not difficult, for she was truly annoyed now, not only with Carl, the man she had trusted so innocently for several months now, but with herself as well. She wanted to forget the sudden excitement she had felt building in her body and tingling through her long-denied breasts and loins when the handsome man had forced her into the unwanted embrace a moment ago. It was an automatic reaction to the touch of a man, one that she had never quite been able to control despite her repeated vow never to let a man use her body again unless she remarried someday. The blonde divorcee secretly hoped that Carl would not test her moral strength again. She liked him very much now, perhaps even loved him, and did not want to hurt either his feelings or her own by having to refuse him a second time.
"You know, Janine, someday you are going to have to realize that you're a full-grown woman," Carl said slowly as together they came out into a clearing beside a beautiful mountain pond, less than a hundred yards from the cottage Janine was staying in. "Someday somebody is going to get tired of playing your games and he's just going to shove a hard cock inside you and you're going to like it. What are you going to do then, hmmmmm?"
"Carl! What's wrong with you?" Janine cried out angrily. She stopped short and stared up into his face, her blue eyes glittering with fury. "I've never seen you like this before and I don't like it at all!"
"Oh for God's sake, I'm getting a little fed up, that's all," the good-looking man snapped back irritably. "I've taken you out, bought you anything you might want, asked you to marry me. What do you think I am, a monk? Even a monk would weaken if he got too close to that beautiful body of yours!"
Stunned by the explosion of words, Janine stood motionless for a second. She watched dumbly as Carl's eyes moved unashamedly over her body and she saw them develop a hungry intensity as his penetrating gaze traveled slowly over her well-rounded curves. Suddenly she felt extremely conscious of the size of her fully high-set breasts jutting out against the thin yellow fabric of her summer dress. They were set close together, leaving room for the narrowest of valleys running between the proud magnificent mounds, and even Janine herself had marveled at how they had kept their shape, in spite of her age and their lush size. She felt as much as saw his gaze lowering hotly to devour the sight of her slender girlish waist cinched tightly with a chain belt that accented the flare of her ripely molded hips, her flat smooth stomach and finally her full-swelling thighs. His eyes paused a moment more on her breathtakingly curved calves and well-formed ankles before returning once again to her shocked face.
"You know it's true, Janine," he went on persuasively. "You're made to be loved and touched by a man. Why don't you come out of your ivory tower, just once, and invite me home for a good healthy fuck between friends."
At the sound of the obscene word, the blonde's beautiful face paled and she wrenched her arm away from the hand that still held it lightly above the elbow. Hot tears of shame filled her eyes and her hands clenched into two tiny fists at her sides.
"You think you can talk to me like that just because I got a little tipsy this afternoon, but you can't, Carl Harris," she said in a low strained voice as she blinked rapidly to keep the tears from spilling down onto her smooth suntanned cheeks. "You're even worse than all the rest of them. At least they were honest about just wanting my money or my body. You you pretended that you loved me and then you want me to invite you into my own house for a nice friendly OH!"
"Darling, calm yourself," Carl chuckled, apparently amused by her distress. "You know, a lot of other people do-"
"I'm not other people," she interrupted. "I wouldn't even think about some of the terrible things you've done." Janine smiled bitterly at the expression of guilty surprise that suddenly crossed the older man's handsome face. "Oh yes, I've heard about your past in Europe and those parties they were orgies! All those men and women naked together, doing horrible things. A lot of people told me about it, but I didn't believe it. Not until today!"
"All right, so you know," Carl shrugged, looking past her to stare at the dark green of the forest wall behind Janine's back. "That had nothing to do with my love for you. But I am becoming a little annoyed at your silly narrow-mindedness. I'm beginning to think that one of my orgies, as you call them would do you a world of good!"
Before Janine could sputter out a reply, his hand darted out quickly and cupped one of the firmly jutting mounds of her breasts. Holding it tightly, he began to pinch the nipple under her dress until the tiny bud stood out like a hidden button under the soft fabric. For a full minute Janine was too shocked to respond and then, with a tiny strangled cry, she broke away from him and ran across the clearing, disappearing into the trees. As she tripped and slid down the steep trail on the other side toward the hidden cottage beyond, Carl's mocking laughter rang out over the sound of the wind-rustling pines.
"Someday, darling," she heard his deep masculine voice float tauntingly over the clearing. "Someday I'll see to it that you have a party all your own. And, mark my words, you'll thank me for it when it happens."
"No ... no ... no..." Janine repeated over and over again under her breath as she clapped her hands over her ears and rushed toward the tiny clapboard cottage nestled in the horseshoe-shaped cove. She wouldn't ... no, never again ... no man would ever hurt her again!
CHAPTER TWO
Carl did not follow her down the trail and Janine was only a few yards from the front door of the A-frame cottage built there among the towering pines, when the harassed blonde realized she was not alone in the little clearing. Though she tried to slow down her frantic pace of running and compose her face to calmness, the auburn-haired boy's eyes were wide with alarm as he rose from his knees at the side of the house where he had been tending the few hardy flowers that bloomed there.
"Oh, Mrs. Woodall, are you all right?" His youthfully slender body raced to where she had paused at the steps and his green eyes peered anxiously up into her face. "Have you hurt yourself or anything, ma'am?"
Still too upset to even speak, Janine blindly shook her head as she wiped away the tears still streaking her lovely cheeks. Even after the terrible shock of Carl's heartless words, she had not quite shaken the exciting effect that the older man's impassioned kiss had created in her body, and now she wanted to get away from this teenager quickly, before she began to feel the familiar tingling that always seemed to course through her when she got too near a young boy.
"N-no, Keith, it's nothing at all," she gasped as she fought back the sobs that still filled her chest. "I'm just a little tired. I'm going in to take a nap, so you can go on with whatever you were doing."
Though his acquiescent smile said that he was relieved at her words, Janine thought she saw disappointment in Keith Lyle's eyes as he moved away from her. She had hired the youngster several weeks ago to take care of the grounds around the secluded summer cottage and lately she had begun to suspect that the good-looking boy might be imagining himself in love with her. The fact that Keith was Carl Harris' nephew made the situation very amusing, and also touching. He was the only son of Carl's younger sister, who was married to Mason Ridge's most prominent banker, and Janine was sure he was totally unaware of his uncle's own interest in her. He was fourteen and the blonde divorcee supposed it was normal for a boy his age to be fascinated by an attractive older woman but, nevertheless, it disturbed her. He came to her house from town at least five times a week, more than the tiny cottage could possibly need, and each day he seemed to be just a little bit more star struck. What was worse, she felt herself developing a sort of fondness for the shy teenager, an affection that she knew could be very dangerous.
Keith took one step away from the beautiful older woman, then turned to face her again, his freckled face lighting as he thought of a way to keep the enchanting divorcee from leaving him so quickly.
"If you're all right, maybe you'd come and see something I did, Mrs. Woodall?" he requested shyly of the voluptuous blonde. "It's kind of a surprise I did for you."
"Well..." she hesitated, then gave in as she saw the joyous anticipation in his expression. "Okay, Keith, I'll come," Janine smiled. "But, just for a moment."
"Yeah, sure," the youngster agreed, bounding toward the side of the house where he had been working. His heart was pounding in his chest with delight from the brilliant smile she had given him. "Come on wait until you see!"
Though she smiled in amusement at his enthusiasm, Janine felt butterflies of apprehension flitting through her stomach. The boy's coltish charm, the way he seemed to move with boundless energy and eagerness, reminded her of her ex-husband when she had first married him and of the other youngsters who had excited her so in the years afterward. As she followed Keith across the pine-needled front yard, she silently wished she hadn't had quite so much to drink that afternoon. It was always more difficult to control her emotions when there was alcohol drifting through her bloodstream, making her muscles lazy and her mind all too willing to accept whatever idea popped into her head.
"Well, where's this wonderful thing?" she asked with false light-heartedness as she rounded the corner of the A-frame cottage. Before her, the slim copper-haired boy stood over a bright patch of greenery, one of those that managed to survive the hard mountain winters to decorate the summer.
"It's in the flower bed," he answered proudly, gesturing down toward the plants at his feet.
Janine gazed curiously down at a clump of tiny daisies and realized with a start that a new shrub had been added, a small bush from which bloomed a single yellow rose. Though she knew the delicate flower would probably not last through the chilly Oregon night, the blonde divorcee felt a sudden quickening of her pulse as she considered the tender emotions that had made the youngster take money from his own pocket to buy her the beautiful present. It was a sweet and typically boyish gesture of admiration and one that strangely excited her. She stared pensively at the velvety moist petals of the rose that contrasted so sharply with their alpine surroundings, just as the teenager's innocently youthful enthusiasm contrasted with the fear and bitterness that had filled the beautiful woman for so many lonely years.
Then, suddenly, Janine became terribly aware of the boy's vibrant young body, standing not a foot away from her own as he breathlessly waited for some sign of approval for his little gift. Even in the afternoon heat, the blonde imagined she could almost feel the youthful warmth pulsating out toward her from the smooth suntanned flesh of Keith's shirtless body, and she felt a longing to reach out with her hand and caress the flat curve of his belly down to where it disappeared into his faded blue jeans.
"It's lovely, Keith, really ... beautiful," she said haltingly to the youngster, turning her face away so that he could not see the hot flush she felt rising into her cheeks. "But I've got to go inside now. Thank you very much."
Janine forced herself to smile in gratitude, though she was almost overwhelmed by the dizzying excitement that was beginning to crash over her body in great tingling waves of sensation. Struggling to maintain her outward composure until she could enter the house and regain control over her emotions, she whirled around and rushed toward the front porch.
"Please, ma'am, wait just a moment," the auburn-haired boy called anxiously after her departing form. "Do ... you want me to cut the flower for you so you can see it inside the house? I will if you want." He pulled a small pair of scissors from his pocket to implement the offer.
The older woman turned toward him to answer and, touched by the willingness to please in his expression, she thought a moment before replying.
"No, Keith, I don't think so," she finally said. "Let's let it grow on the bush where it belongs. It's so beautiful that I'd feel bad about cutting it off, even to bring it inside. Do you mind?"
His smile showed that he agreed with her decision and, after returning his grin, she pushed open the screen door and entered the A-frame. It took all the will power she could muster to close the door behind her and walk calmly and slowly to the back of the house, just in case Keith might still be watching. But, once she had entered the privacy of her own bedroom, she closed the door behind her and flung herself down on the bed, tearing madly at her clothing.
As she sat in the cool dimness of her bedroom, stripping one garment after another from her body, Janine told herself that she wanted only to take a shower to wash away the dirty feeling that Carl's harsh words had left with her, but the golden-haired woman knew very well that the strange over-sensitivity she felt in her skin was not caused by irritation with Carl, but by something much more subtle and powerful the combined effects of Carl's ardent embrace and the youthful beauty of his innocent nephew who was at that moment performing some odd chore around her little mountain cottage.
Although she had experienced this same kind of excitement before, often when she encountered sweet considerate boys who seemed to be exactly in personality what her ex-husband had not been, Janine had never grown accustomed to the embarrassment and shame that accompanied her sudden passions. Now she rose up naked from the bed, her golden body gleaming damply from the hot sun she had so recently escaped, and made a token step toward the bathroom. Suddenly, through the white lace curtains that covered her bedroom window, she saw Keith Lyle's burnished copper head gleaming in the sunlight as he passed by, whistling softly to himself. His lithe supple shoulders rippled lightly as he lugged a huge pail brimming with soapy water toward the front of the house.
Once again, the old familiar feelings shot like electric currents through her alerted nerve-endings, making the beautiful divorcee gasp softly with frustration. It had been months since she had touched her neglected vagina, and she had been almost certain that she had finally cured her body of its sinful insistence on sexual release. But things had built up this afternoon, one nerve-shattering occurrence after another, until she was certain that she would be absolutely miserable unless she got some kind of satisfaction ... and quickly.
Halting abruptly in mid-stride, she turned on her heel and once again threw herself onto the bed, the smooth firm roundness of her naked buttocks quivering slightly with the force of her impact. Her body had betrayed her once again and she moaned under her breath as her loins began to tingle with a ferocity that would not be ignored. What she was feeling was crazy no, it was sick, she angrily told herself, yet her traitorous vagina still throbbed defiantly, demanding relief instead of lectures. She thrashed unhappily on the blue flowered coverlet for a moment more, then, with a sigh of unwilling defeat, she dropped her eyelids as she felt her right hand begin to slip slowly downward to the pale forest of soft curls that covered the juncture of her tightly closed thighs. It was pointless to struggle any longer, for the feeling would not go away it never did until she surrendered to the force of the maddening tingle deep in her demanding belly.
In an attempt to evict the inciting image of the supple-limbed auburn-haired boy from her mind, Janine deliberately began to stroke her reclining body, kneading the taut mounds of her upstanding breasts and pinching the dark nipples until the sensitive little nubs were transformed into hard peaks of throbbing pleasure. Her shapely legs slowly relaxed and fell apart as one hand drifted down between them until one slender finger found the tiny button of her touch-sensitized clitoris and began rhythmically stroking it. Her sun-bronzed thighs began to scissor open and closed as she gradually teased herself into a mounting passion.
The frustrated divorcee's blue eyes became glazed and smoky with desire as she allowed herself to surrender completely to the insatiable needs building within her. Her lustfully clenched buttocks ground desperately down into the coverlet as she tried to absorb more and more of the delicious overwhelming sensations of her own touch until the soft fabric bunched into the clasping crevice between her squirming ass-cheeks grazing thrillingly against the tender swelling of her vaginal lips. At the searing electrical contact, the beautiful divorcee's body quivered with the frantic yearning blossoming relentlessly up inside her inflamed cunt. Her breathing deepened to long, sobbing gasps as she began to explore more intently the burning valley between her lewdly opened thighs.
As usual, Janine was absolutely humiliated that the sight of a mere boy could drive her to this state of helpless arousal, and yet, strangely enough, the shame seemed to excite her more. Her lips opened in abandoned delight as her trembling fingers delved downward into the soft hair-covered lips of her exposed pussy and pulled them slowly apart until the moist pink inner furrow was fully exposed to the warm summer air and the tiny mouth-like opening quivered hungrily in the curtained dimness of her tiny bedroom.
A deep moan escaped her throat as she wormed her middle finger up into her wetly throbbing cuntal passage, forcing it far inside her belly until it was completely embedded in the tight smooth channel. Then, suddenly, as she felt her excitement mount to irresistible heights, Janine quickly thrust another finger past the swollen flanges of her moistly welcoming cunt, gradually widening the lips as she twisted the fingers in wanton sensuality. Barely remembered images of her young husband began to flash through her mind like frames of an old movie, inciting her to even greater desperation as she plunged her fingers in and out, burying them all the way up in her cuntal softness to her pounding palm. Then suddenly the pictures began to change...
It was no longer Larry, the rich spoiled young man who had laughed so cruelly at her as she lay sobbing on their wedding bed, her aching vagina filled with his boiling sperm. No, Larry was gone and there was someone else, someone kinder and more innocent. Her eyes closed in rapture and she smiled blindly up at the imagined face of Carl Harris' nephew here at Mason Ridge.
"Oh, Keith," she gasped softly as she imagined the slim strong hips of the auburn-haired teenager driving down against her body, his boyish young penis sliding up into where her own fingers now drove deeper and deeper into her painfully throbbing loins. In a frenzy of shameless lust, she threw her hips upward and jerked her thighs back tight against her chest to better accommodate each skewering thrust of her ceaselessly hammering fingers. Her blonde curls flew wildly around her head and her lovely face contorted with the efforts of her frenzied manipulations, but it was still not enough to bring her to the crest of her excitement.
Wailing in frustration, Janine jammed another finger into her obscenely clenching cunt while she reached down between her up-thrust legs, searching with her other hand for the swollen bud of her hardened clitoris. Finding the tiny button, she feverishly pinched and teased at it while her lewdly quivering buttocks danced insanely over the mattress in time to the savage rhythm of her pounding fingers. Deep breathless gasps of animal pleasure rose from the depths of her heaving chest as she speeded into a more rapid rhythm, straining for a climax, jerking her curving hips upward to bury the invading fingers deep into the wetly clutching passageway of her sucking vagina. Her head tossed madly from side to side on the pillows as she tried to bring herself to an orgasm.
For a seeming eternity, she balanced on the razor's edge, massaging and fingering herself with all her might. Her rasping sobs of frustration echoed in the stillness of the summer afternoon as both her hands clamped down over her frantically thrusting cunt in search of the right stimulus to drive her over into the release she needed so badly. Then, suddenly, as her eyes stared unseeingly toward the bedroom ceiling, a slight motion caught in the outer corner of her vision made her stop her plunging fingers and freeze in her position as though she had suddenly been turned to stone on the bed...
Afraid and yet feeling unexplained quivering of excitement at what she was about to discover, Janine slowly turned her head toward the door she had closed when she had come into the room. Her eyes opened wide with horror. Keith Lyle, open-mouthed and staring, was standing motionless in the doorway!
CHAPTER THREE
"Keith, I ... I" Janine's voice trembled and faded to a stop as she tried to imagine what in the world she could say to the innocent youngster.
The boy's green eyes were round with some emotion that seemed to keep him rooted to the spot and' Janine suddenly felt all her passion giving way to overwhelming shame. When had he come in? How much had the fourteen year old boy seen of her lewdly wanton masturbation? Her face drained of all color, the beautiful older woman grabbed the edge of the overhanging bedspread and pulled it over her still-quivering body. "I'm sorry about ... what you saw," she finally managed. "Sometimes..."
"Oh, ma'am, I heard you call me," the boy suddenly spoke up. His voice was slow and dull as though he were having difficulty finding words, and his face looked almost frightened. "I was washing down the porch and ... you were crying ... and then you called me a lot of times. Are you sick?"
Janine almost smiled at the innocence of the question. The blonde realized that, in her self-manipulating position, she must have spoken the boy's name as she imagined his naked body over hers, and now she would somehow have to explain to the inexperienced youngster what he had seen. The guilt-ridden divorcee felt an involuntary quiver deep in her belly as she saw Keith's naked chest gleaming in the dimness of her bedroom as he stood so awkwardly and uncertainly in the doorway, like a frightened deer about to take flight. She wracked her brain for some logical explanation of what he had heard while she tried desperately to calm down the excitement that not only rebelliously refused to die in her body, but had increased as a result of her obscene masturbation.
"I was taking a nap, Keith dreaming, I guess," she finally announced, praying that he would believe her. She shrugged and added, "It must have been a nightmare, if I was crying."
After all these years of restraining and deliberately denying the rich female sexuality with which nature had so imprudently endowed her, Janine had become adept at lying, and now she hoped the boy would not be able to see through her facade to the raging fires that were blazing through her nakedly voluptuous body. The teenager's finely drawn good looks were affecting her more powerfully than ever before, perhaps because she had been forced to stop her manipulations of her own body before she could reach the climax she so badly needed. She felt something was about to snap within her this afternoon, and, if she didn't get Keith out of her bedroom quickly, the boy too might become a victim of the sinful lust she now felt 'so powerless to control. She remembered the fantasies she had had about the youngster only a moment ago and reminded herself that they were wicked, wicked! But, somehow, precisely because they were so wrong, the dreams had been all the more exciting and ... tempting.
"You'd better go now dear," she said gently. "I don't have any clothes on, you know." Janine almost bit her tongue as the last phrase passed her lips, wondering what she could have been thinking of to say such a thing to the teenager, but he seemed not to notice the comment.
"Are you sure you're all right, Mrs. Woodall?" he persisted anxiously, stepping forward into the room as if to make sure of her well-being. "I really like you a lot and I couldn't stand it if you got sick and had to go away from here."
Obviously embarrassed by the confession that he had suddenly blurted out, the auburn-haired youngster turned away self-consciously. He hesitated for a moment at the doorway to the room as if uncertain of whether to go or stay. Lying under the flowered coverlet, Janine was touched by his adolescent admission of love and also aroused by his presence. Not simply aroused, but almost quivering with excitement at the idea that a sweet boy like Keith could feel something for her a woman more than twice his age. It was horrible, it was degrading, it was perverted and nothing but raw animal lust ... And yet, in spite of her revulsion at her own response, the passion-swayed divorcee was becoming more excited by the minute.
"Don't go, Keith," Janine said softly, hoping her suddenly all-consuming excitement was not revealed in her voice. "We haven't really had a chance to talk yet and I'd ... like to get to know you better."
The older woman's eyes brightened as she saw the boy smile delightedly and step back into her tiny bedroom, then look around for a place to sit. She pulled the light cotton bedspread tighter around her enticingly naked body and then patted the covers beside her.
"I'm afraid you'll have to join me here," she said apologetically. Trying desperately to stifle the strange nervousness she felt building within her, she smiled sweetly up at her boy friend's nephew and slid over toward the center of the double bed to give him more room on the edge. Her mind tried to call out a warning as she watched the copper-haired youth walk across the room to where she was lying, but the alcohol that had slowed her senses earlier this afternoon now made it easy for her to ignore the signal for caution that was ringing in her brain.
"You know, I sure like working for you, Mrs. Woodall," the boy burst out as he settled himself gingerly on the side of the mattress. "It's nice having some extra spending money..." He hesitated, staring down at the floor for a moment in embarrassment, then shyly added, "But I like just being here even more than I do spending the money."
A thrill ran through Janine's body. This lovely innocent boy was once again declaring his affection for her! She felt a slight tremor deep between her smoothly tremulous thighs as she realized that he was unconsciously staring at her lush, lightly-covered body. Without thinking, she smiled coyly back at him and wriggled down into the mattress. She was fighting with all her strength to overcome the maddening temptation to reach out and touch his innocent face. A mere fourteen years old, she marveled to herself, and yet so very handsome and masculine. There was an obvious family resemblance to his uncle, Carl Harris, Janine realized, and she stiffened at the remembrance of the things Carl had said and done to her that afternoon. But Keith's features were infinitely more innocent and naive than Carl's. Janine studied the smooth boyish features that faced her own and realized suddenly that the boy had not yet even begun to shave. After a moment, she noticed that he was averting his eyes from her penetrating gaze, and, feeling instantly sorry that she had made him uncomfortable, she reached out to touch his hand that was resting between them on the covers.
"Would you like something to drink, Keith?" she asked solicitously. "I don't think I have anything but milk, unless you'd like some chilled white wine. I know it's hot outside."
"Oh yeah!" the young teenager enthused. "They never let me have anything like that at home. I'll go get it. Is it in the kitchen?"
Janine nodded, amused by his enthusiasm. It seemed like a hundred years since she had known anyone so young and bright, and the beautiful blonde woman wondered how she had ever managed to survive all this time without youthful companionship. She watched him bound out of the room and into the kitchen, realizing mournfully that she really ought to get up out of bed and dress herself more properly. She listened for the sound of the refrigerator door and the clink of the glasses she knew were on the drain board, then extricated herself from the tangled bedspread. She barely had time to pull a light silk wrapper from the closet and pull it on over her naked, generously curved body before the youngster came rushing back into the bedroom, with a glass of the pale yellow wine clenched in each hand. His worried look when he saw the empty bed gave way to a brilliant smile as he spotted the seductive older woman standing beside the window on the far side of the tiny bedroom.
"Go ahead and sit down, Keith," she advised him over her shoulder as she turned her back on the boy to fasten the front of her robe. "I'll be right there."
Now that he was back in the room with her, Janine felt the strange erotic sensations pounding through her body even more noticeably than before and she thanked her stars that she had had enough sense to cover herself up before she got carried away with this unnatural passion she was experiencing.
Behind her, the boy made no reply, but she heard the soft squeak as his weight sank down on the bed once again. The curvaceous divorcee moved closer to the window, staring out at the pines that waved majestically over her cottage. She searched the forest for something to distract her mind from the familiar throbbing hunger steadily growing up between her slightly trembling thighs, so that she could return to the bed for a quiet conversation with the handsome youngster. Then, suddenly, she heard a hoarse gasp from the bed behind her.
"Oh, Mrs. Woodall, you're so beautiful," the entranced boy's voice breathed from the other side of the bedroom.
Uncertain of what he could mean, for her back had been turned to the teenager, Janine turned halfway around and looked back toward the bed. She had been blinded by the brilliance of the afternoon sunlight outside and it took a moment before she could locate the boy's slender form on the bed in the shadowed room. His eyes were glued on her sheer robe, complete fascination in his expression, and the voluptuous blonde looked down at the pink silk garment to see what could be interesting the boy so much. To her astonishment, she could see right through the thin clinging material of the robe in the bright light that was coming in through the bedroom window. It was absolutely transparent as she stood there and Janine blushed a deep pink as she realized that the auburn-haired youth had been staring intently at the clearly outlined silhouette of her naked body!
Stepping quickly away from the single bright square the window made in the dimness of the bedroom, Janine walked hesitantly back to the bed, uncertain of what to do next. Did the boy think she was trying to seduce him, she wondered guiltily, then quickly realized that he was much too innocent to even entertain such a thought.
"Where's my wine, dear?" she asked in what she hoped was a light-hearted tone of voice as she sat down on the side of the bed opposite the teenager. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Woodall," the boy almost shouted. "It was nice to look at you while you were getting dressed." Keith was obviously unable to tear his gaze away from the deep cleavage that showed beneath the low V-neckline of her robe. His brow furrowed as though he were trying to find the proper words to tell the older woman something he was feeling and then looked up at her with an innocent sincerity that made Janine's lustful blood race with excitement. "Ma'am, I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen and I wouldn't mind just looking at you for the whole rest of my life!"
Since she had divorced her ex-husband, Janine had heard virtually the same statement from dozens of men who had been enchanted by her voluptuous blonde beauty, but never before had the words had such a profound effect on her. For some reason, she didn't dare question, her smoky blue eyes slipped down to the crotch of Keith's faded blue jeans and the sight that met her gaze filled her with a sudden rush of passion that both thrilled and terrified her. Bulging out against the soft supple fabric, the lecherous older woman could clearly see a stiff slender form pressing up and outward, and she had to deliberately clasp her hands tightly together in her lap to keep from giving in to the aching desire to reach out and touch his youthful swelling penis.
"That's lovely, Keith," she said huskily. "I like you, too." She reached out to lay her cool fingers on the hand that the trembling boy had placed on the bed between them. She could feel the inflamed vortex of her quivering loins throbbing violently in passionate answer to the sight of his hardening young cock beneath his pants. She was painfully aware of her moist vaginal slit tingling madly against the soft silkiness of her robe where she had sat down, and her cherry nipples had grown pebble-hard, pressing hotly out against the suddenly abrasive clinging material as her full curving breasts heaved high and swelled with the sweet torment of her mounting excitement.
Keith's eyes fastened lasciviously upon her scantily clad body and Janine fought down the almost irresistible impulse to plunge her own hand down inside the front opening of her silk robe and rub the fleshy throbbing ridges of her wetly pulsing vagina to even greater arousal. What she felt now was the kind of honest and forthright sexual arousal she had always sought to have with a man, but it had never been quite right with the middle-aged men she had dated in the past twelve years. Those men had been selfish and uncaring, she knew, and their flabby aging bodies had disgusted her. But now, with this sweet uncertain boy sitting next to her on her own bed, she desperately wished she could simply tell him that she wanted him to fill her achingly empty vagina with his vibrant penis so they could both enjoy each other to the fullest. He would understand somehow, and not make her feel dirty or used as she had with her ex-husband the only time in her life a man had made love to her. This moment was like a dream come true to Janine and her excited and uninhibited mind could not quite comprehend the necessity to restrain herself. Why should she feel guilty, she wondered. ... because this good-looking boy made her breasts and loins cry out for the soothing pleasure of his gentle touch? She could not understand why, after all these years, she should have to deny herself the one male who at that moment seemed perfect for her needs.
"Mrs. Woodall, do you want your wine?" the young boy's worried voice broke into Janine's thoughts, shocking her back to the reality of the moment. "Do you want me to go outside again? I hope I didn't make you mad by what I said." He peered nervously over the rim of his own glass at the pensive blonde as he swallowed the dregs of the wine, then moved as if to get up off the bed. Janine took the still full glass he held out to her, then watched him shift uncertainly on the edge of the mattress. Though he acted as though he would be willing to leave at her command, the confused divorcee could feel his eyes still upon her, staring ravenously at her sensuously curved body, not like an inexperienced teenage boy, but as a grown man stares at an exciting woman whose beauty excites his natural lust to boldness.
"Well ... Keith, I think that..." she said slowly, unable to make her mind work properly as his innocent eyes gazed awe-struck at her immodestly clad form, scurrying up and down from her high up-thrust breasts to the full and inviting curves of her generously contoured buttocks and thighs. Get him out! some part of her mind cried out through the haze of the alcohol and her lust. Tell him to leave now, before it's too late for both of you! But Janine knew it was already too late for her to regain control of her desire-ridden senses of the situation, and she heard a soft sultry female voice she barely recognized as her own begin to speak.
"You're welcome to stay if you like, Keith. Here, why don't you move a little closer? I can barely see your face in the light in here."
The boy stared happily at her for a moment as though unable to believe his good fortune, then quickly scooted over toward the center of the double bed. Janine was visibly trembling now from the force of the delicious erotic sensations rippling through every nerve of her voluptuous body, and she did not know or care anymore whether or not the boy could detect her reaction to his presence.
The only thing she was sure of now were the currents of sensual feeling that had begun to jump like electrical sparks between their two bodies. She remembered what Keith's uncle, Carl Harris, had told her about using sex to bring pleasure to herself, and her mind was momentarily filled with visions of wanton aggressiveness that bordered on shameless plans to seduce the vulnerable fourteen year old who sat beside her on the bed. Her gaze fell again to his faded trousers and paused a moment on the dark spot of moisture that was slowly spreading around the top of the obviously growing bulge there, then she ran her sight over the rest of his slim youthful form, coming to rest at last on his face in which confusion and youthful lust both showed clearly in his expression. She tipped the wine glass to her lips and drained its contents before she could find the courage to speak again.
"Keith, I think I want to lie down," she murmured finally as she leaned over to set the glass on the floor beside her bed. "If there's something else you want to do this afternoon, you can go if you like."
"I don't ever want to leave you, Mrs. Woodall," the auburn-haired youth vowed ardently. "Not until you really want me to," he shakily added, drinking in her closeness as she lifted her feet onto the mattress, his eager gaze roaming hungrily over every soft contour of her ripe female form.
Then suddenly, a tiny strangled cry escaped his lips and before Janine could move, he had thrown both his arms around her back and pulled her close to him to plant several moist quick kisses' on her cheeks and throat. The older woman gasped in surprise just before his mouth locked on hers, his warmly probing tongue flicking out to stab deep up between her lips. Janine tried to remember that this was wicked and wrong, but her senses were suddenly taut with desire for this hard-bodied youngster and for the hard shaft of male flesh she felt pressing against the soft smoothness of her belly as Keith's weight toppled her back onto the bed.
Janine was excited more and more by the innocent youngster's aggressive desire for her until at last she ceased her feeble struggling and actually wrapped her own arms around his neck, pulling his torso down tighter into the billowy softness of her flimsily clad breasts as she began to move her hips under him in a seductive, suggestive gesture that provided wanton encouragement to his advances.
Suddenly, he pulled away, horror and shame written on his face. "Oh, Mrs. Woodall, I don't know why I did that," he moaned softly. "You're so beautiful and good to me. And now I've gone and ruined it all. Please, please, don't be angry with me," he beseeched her. "I just can't help it."
With that, his head dipped down to press into the softly heaving mounds of her full white breasts and his hands slipped down between the mattress and Janine's back to cup her silk-covered buttocks. He grasped them eagerly and began to squeeze and knead them with a hypnotic rhythm that matched the pounding pulse of the older woman's heart, and the beautiful blonde felt the insane desire that had been building in her loins all afternoon gradually taking control of her mind and emotions. She wanted this boy desperately and was willing to put aside everything she had ever been taught about right and wrong to achieve her goal.
"Oh, Keith, we can't ... can't..." she moaned incoherently.
At the sound of her voice, her fourteen year old gardener lifted his head from her roundly pliant breasts and stared into her face with eyes filled with anguish. With an obviously painful effort, he rolled away from her quivering body and sat up stiffly on the side of the bed, his hands clenching and unclenching nervously on his lap. Janine looked back at him, fear and indecision mingling with the now wanton lust in her face.
"Do you want me to go now, ma'am," Keith finally asked, his voice polite and gentle despite the misery and frustration in his tone. He stared blindly at the floor beneath his feet as his erect young cock continued to jerk and throb angrily in his jeans as though demanding to be released from their inhibiting confinement.
It's better if he goes. Tell him, tell him, Janine's conscience silently commanded. Tell the boy now before you do something that will hurt you both in time! But her long-neglected body was too aroused to pay any heed to anything but its own needs, and the beautiful older woman's sensuous lips opened in a smile, uttering the words that would shatter the privacy she had so desperately guarded all these lonely years and the purity of a sweet boy who was young enough to be her own son.
"Stay, Keith, don't go ... not yet."
Keith knew, even in his adolescent innocence, the irrevocable meaning of her request. With a low gasp of delight, he dropped down on the bed once again and crushed his body against her ripe form. His excited lips found hers, pressing against their softness with youthful fervor, then slipped down to pay homage to her velvety, sun-bronzed throat and the smooth firm mounds of her cream-white breasts that bulged voluptuously over the deep neckline of her robe. Janine's quivering loins grew even hotter and her entire body began to tremble passionately as she quietly accepted the boy's ardent fumbling embraces. His heart beating with joy at his unbelievable good fortune, Keith lifted himself up on his elbows above her and, for a breathless moment, he stared down at the beautiful older woman who actually seemed to want him to go on kissing her, just the way she had been wanting him in his dreams for so many nights in the past few weeks.
Janine was beyond all reason or regrets, aware of nothing but the glorious sensation of warmth left behind by the hungry lips and gentle hands upon her tingling flesh. The lovely divorcee stared glassy-eyed at the bedroom ceiling, her body relaxed in wanton repose as she waited for the teenager's next movement. Every rounded curve and valley of her maturely molded body was clearly visible beneath the light clinging fabric of her silk robe, and Keith's eyes widened as he caught sight of the pale tendrils of blonde pubic hair that curled invitingly around the edges of the front opening of the garment. Janine's robe had parted slightly during their first frenzied embrace, exposing one shapely leg all the way up to her thigh and, feeling the boy's eyes upon her bared flesh, she made no effort to cover her partial nakedness.
Her eyes smoky and shadowed, the slightly tipsy older woman contemplated Keith as he leaned over her, an eager smile etched obscenely on his smooth young features. For the first time since her divorce, she realized, she felt real desire for the male she was with, with no complications or fears. It seemed impossible, after all those years of running from men, of shamefully touching herself in the darkness of her bedroom to gain sexual release, that it was really happening at last. It didn't matter that it was a mere boy, less than half her own age nothing mattered but the fact that she felt like an animal, a rutting female animal, all her thousands of tiny nerve-endings crying out for sensual satisfaction they had so long been denied.
Janine was vaguely aware of a desperate struggle taking place in her lust-filled brain between her conscience and her long-buried sensual nature. One part of her mind was fully aware of the shameless immorality of what she was doing, inviting this sweet vulnerable boy into her home and then inciting him as well as responding to his passionate caresses. But, in another part of her brain, a much more urgent voice was persuading her that she did want this fourteen year old as much as she had ever wanted anything in the world. And he wanted her just as badly. At this point, how could she deny herself, or him, the pleasures they could find in exploring and enjoying each other's bodies?
Flinging aside the last of her unwanted scruples, Janine reached down to the belt that held her robe together at the waist and pulled it apart. Keith stared down in blissful fascination as the soft fabric slid slowly down the sides of her sinuously curved body, gradually revealing her upper torso until her quivering up-thrust breasts were completely exposed to his burning gaze. Unable to control himself any longer in the presence of this maddeningly beautiful woman, Keith reached out and slowly pushed the rest of the garment away from her body until the firm flat plane of her belly all the way down to the gentle blonde-trimmed mound nestled teasingly between her thighs was visible in the room's shadowy afternoon light. The boy's breath rasped excitedly as his eyes darted over her naked form, as though unable to believe the wonders that had been exhibited for his delight.
Janine's face glowed with a strange kind of pride as she saw her young lover's eyes light wonderingly on her full-swelling white breasts. His head dipped downward, a soft breathless moan of delight falling from his lips, and then suddenly his teeth were harshly clamped around the turgidly throbbing nipple of one heaving breast. Janine gasped in protest, squirming wildly to free herself from the unexpected painful bite, but the youngster's hands excitedly exploring her hips, and thighs held her firmly in place. His searching lips joyously traveled the softly palpitating mounds of her breasts licking and kissing the warm vibrant female fullness that lay so invitingly beneath him. Janine's helplessly clenching buttocks began a slow impatient erotic sensation descending feather-like to her desperately churning loins below.
"Oh, Keith, that's lovely, so lovely," she moaned softly as he worshipfully nibbled at her ears and throat. Then, as if sensing the need building irrevocably within the older woman, he moved his attentions lower, back down over her firm, snow-white breasts and farther, until his hotly prodding tongue swabbed hungrily at the tiny indentation of her navel above the rotating plane of her wantonly gyrating pelvis. His fingertips played indecisively over the smooth gleaming flesh of her lower belly, softly brushing the uppermost blonde curls of her crinkly pubic hair.
And then he stopped as if frightened by his own boldness. He stared up into her eyes for a long time as though searching for some sort of reassurance, then he slithered up beside the older woman and kissed her on the mouth. His own mouth opened wide and his tongue probed uncertainly between the shameless divorcee's lips and teeth, growing more courageous as he felt the lovely woman responding with abandon, her own tongue burrowing heatedly up into his fresh young mouth. Suddenly her hands were at his waist, struggling frantically with the fastening of his jeans.
"Take them off, Keith ... please ... now," she pleaded in a quavering voice. As the excited boy obediently rose from the mattress to remove his clothing, Janine wondered in horror at what she was doing. No matter how wickedly exciting it seemed, there was something terribly immoral and wrong in being here like this with the young boy so close, and absolutely naked to his lusting gaze! The realization that she was actually seducing this fourteen year old youngster hit her with the force of a sledgehammer and for a moment she tried to stop him before they went any farther.
"Darling, wait ... wait ... we can't..." she began weakly, but the words died on her lips as the youth dropped one garment after another to the floor. Her voice had betrayed her even as she tried to conjure up some convincing words of protest, and now Janine felt all the arguments slipping completely out of her mind. She trembled at the sight of his lightly-muscled body, and her blue eyes locked hungrily on the sight of the throbbing shaft of boyishly hard flesh that jutted lewdly out from the sparse reddish pubic hair below his flat suntanned belly.
"Please, ma'am, I want to. Don't you?" the youngster asked anxiously as he saw her eyes close in resignation. "You'll have to show me how. I I've never done it before. The guys at school call it fucking and ... I guess I've never wanted anything so badly as I want to fuck you."
Janine lay stiff with shock under the bluntness of the obscene word. But the innocent sincerity in the boy's voice aroused her even more until she could barely understand what was happening to her lust-inflamed body. Her expectantly moistened vagina felt as though it were on fire and she crossed her legs tightly together to ease the wild tingling she felt in the pit of her stomach. Her gleaming, hair-fringed cunt-lips were becoming swollen and wet with the moisture that was seeping slowly down through her ravenously eager vagina.
Too excited to wait for an answer, Keith sank down onto the bed beside her again and his fervent kisses and awkward manipulations of her lushly proffered flesh quickly transformed her entire body into a loose bundle of raw nerve-ends that Janine could no longer control. His hands eagerly seized both her breasts and squeezed them tightly together like huge straining grapefruits, taking one after the other of the cherry nipples into the warm cavern of his sucking lips. Tiny pinpricks of delicious sensation drifted down to Janine's spasmodically undulating loins as he then rolled the sensitive hardening nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, the moist warmth of his breath rushing into her ear as he laid his head on the pillow beside hers.
Then his hands left her heaving breasts to gently turn her face toward him so he could lock his mouth wildly against hers. The beautiful blonde felt a stab of fear at the boy's increasing boldness and she tried for a moment to twist free of his arms, to make a last futile stand against the seduction she had started and yet was now helpless to restrain.
It was hopeless. The needing hungry pressure of his strong male grip and the demanding warmth of his lips were just too thrilling a combination for her to resist any longer, and she surrendered to the overpowering sensations that were surging and rippling to the very core of her being.
The oblivious divorcee had forgotten about Carl Harris, about her disastrous marriage, about everything but the marvelous feelings racing through her body as this virginal youth writhed hungrily against her desperately tingling loins. Every moral and physical inhibition in her being melted in the heat of her new found passion. Every last shred of conscience was gone! Her brain whirled and she groaned huskily as the boy's hand slipped down from her lust-swollen breasts to trace the full squirming curves of her twisting buttocks.
"Oh, Keith, do it now," she beseeched brokenly. "For God's sake, don't wait any longer."
The thrill of hearing herself say the forbidden words coursed through Janine's body and she reached out her arms to twine them tightly around the youngster's neck, pulling his sun-bronzed chest down against the soft whiteness of her ample breasts. The beautiful older woman shivered at the realization that she truly did want it, as much as this young male animal she had enticed to her bed. She was a slave to the surges of hot longing that made her ache to have him inside her. There was no thought in her mind but excited anticipation of the moment when he would plunge his hardened cock deep up into her long-starving vagina. She felt him awkwardly prying her quivering thighs far apart and she joyfully lifted her hips to meet the welcome weight of his body as he climbed uncertainly between her wide-splayed legs.
Keith's boyish features swam dizzily before her lust-glazed eyes as she felt the youthful hardness of his eagerly pulsing penis jabbing anxiously into the sensitive firmness of her upper thighs before it slipped down to rest against the full length of her soaking pussy-crevice. The lurching cock-head pulsed maddeningly between her up-thrust buttocks, insinuating itself up and down her moistened split as the teenager's hips twisted madly in an effort to plant the blood-filled tip up inside the softly swollen lips of her dilated vagina.
At last, giving a smile of reassurance to the frantic boy, the lustful divorcee reached down between their bodies and grasped the full length of his slender rock-hard cock. Her tightly closed hand stroked up and down the smooth taut flesh for a moment, delighting in its urgent pulsing against her palm and the warm stickiness of the fluids that oozed in tiny driblets from the desire-engorged tip. Then, no longer able to bear the teasing sensation, she shakily guided the mushroom-shaped head up from the valley of her buttocks, gently poising it between the throbbing, hair-lined lips of her well-lubricated vagina. She secured it there with one hand and placed the other on the boy's hard muscular buttocks, pressing with all her strength to draw the lengthy pulsating shaft up into the wet softness of her needing cunt, to let it quench once and for all the gnawing hunger that tortured her voluptuous and now completely uncontrollable body.
Keith pressed forward tentatively and saw Janine's eyes close in ecstasy as she felt the first electric contact against the splayed lips of her moistly expectant cunt. Then, she held her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she lay in utter abandon beneath the auburn-haired teenager, waiting for him to plunge his rigid cock right up into her starving cunt.
"Now, darling, do it now," she pleaded breathlessly as she felt him' slowly pressuring against the tight elastic opening of her begging vagina.
Then she gasped in wanton joy as she felt the bulbously bloated head slip in past her moist warm pussy-entrance. The fiery cock-shaft moved into her slowly at first, spreading and stretching the long-unused walls of her neglected vagina. Janine winced a little at the sensation of pleasure mixed with pain as his penis seemed to slide in forever, filling her more beautifully and completely than she would ever have believed possible.
Above her, Keith was lost in the glory of his first sexual experience with a woman and suddenly his no longer innocent face twisted into a contorted expression of raw animal lust as he looked down at his first woman wantonly spread-eagled beneath him, the head of his rampantly aching cock buried up between the rippling walls of her clasping cunt.
The youngster had a feeling of limitless power, unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and with a little cry of triumph he pressed forward on Janine's helpless body. His weight smashed her fully rounded breasts tightly back against her chest as he thrust his hips forward to slide his wildly pulsing cock deep into her cunt like a driving piston, pushing the soft moist folds of her lubricated vaginal walls in surging velvety waves before it.
Janine groaned in rapture as she felt ,his youthful balls slam resoundingly down against the cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks as the blunt head of his penetrating penis prodded lewdly against her cervix.
"Ohhhhhhh, yesssssss," she cried out in delight as she kicked out into the air and locked her arms and legs around Keith's tensed young body. The thrill of satisfying so inexperienced a boy, of working with him to a glorious climax, sent lascivious chills coursing up Janine's spine.
The inner muscles of her splayed cunt tightened around his throbbing young cock as she automatically pulled him deeper inside her cavernous belly.
For one disenchanting moment, she wondered how she must look, a thirty-four year old woman, her arms and legs wrapped serpent-like around a mere teenager's almost hairless, virginal young body, letting her uncontrollably hungering cunt swallow the youngster's boyish penis into her fathomless belly. But then, as she felt him begin to flick his hips back and forth, trying to thrust farther and farther up into her, she abandoned her momentary fears. Gasping for breath at the mind-shattering sensation of her young lover's hard cock plunging excitedly into her needing vagina, she began grinding her buttocks lewdly up and down in the most provocative manner she knew how. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his sweet boiling teenage sperm far up into her thirstily sucking cunt, to fill her as she had never been filled before! This afternoon, she and this wonderful boy would explore together all the delights that she had been trying so hard to forget.
Keith's face glowed with the pleasure he was experiencing at that moment, a sensation unlike anything he had known before in his entire young life. His slim hips bucked madly up and down as he tried to bury more and more of his lust-hardened cock far up in the delicately moist walls of this beautiful blonde's accepting cunt.
He propped himself up on his elbows and stared down between their entangled bodies, panting heavily as he watched his stiffened shaft, moist with her secret juices, pistoning relentlessly into the coral-hued slit of her delicious hair-lined cunt. The sight of Janine's up-thrust white breasts joggling beneath his face, the rosy pointed tips like two startled eyes gazing back up at him, was almost more than he could stand. His inexperienced eyes bulged wider as he gaped down at the glistening pink flanges of her exposed cunt, the soft fleshy folds drawing back with each slow out-stroke he made, then swallowing in again as he thrust back forward into her with the smooth in and out rhythm he had begun. The lovely blonde woman's eyes opened and closed in a lost daze of passion, and Keith wondered vaguely if he were hurting the tight little hole he had first felt when he put his hard cock between her legs. He desperately hoped he wasn't, because it felt too good to stop right now.
"Oh God! Oh yessssss ... that's lovely, wonderful," Janine crooned softly as she writhed her pelvis to meet each stroke of Keith's recently virginal penis. She was no longer ashamed for having led this magnificent youngster to her bed, for he had somehow turned on the hot streak in her body that had lain nearly dormant for all these years, making it easy for her to commit her first act of illicit sex.
She was reveling in it now, like the lewd wanton slut she knew she was. Her eyelids fluttered deliriously as she twisted beneath the boy, lost in the intensity of her wild, ever-mounting excitement, holding tight to the teenager's rampant penis with the clenching lips of her cunt as hard as she could. She slipped one hand around his neck, pulling his face down to rest in the billowy warmth of her breasts, sensing that he was about to cum very soon. She wanted his first time to be a wonderful loving experience, not the horrible animal coupling she remembered on her own wedding night, and she moved her hips wildly to make it as good for him as she possibly could.
Keith labored over her, moving suddenly into a series of longer and faster plunging strokes that brought his pulsing shaft almost all the way out of her clutching vagina on the back-stroke, then slipping back into her until he could feel the blood-engorged head of his spasmodically jerking cock brushing against the spongy resistance of her cervix deep inside. He felt her begin to thrash more frantically beneath him and her voluptuous writhing made him forget everything but the whirlwind of animal lust that controlled his young body. The wet flat smack of his hips thudding against her upturned pelvis resounded loudly through the bedroom as he dazedly turned his head to take one of her erectly sensitive nipples into his mouth and suck hungrily on it. His hands slipped down between the mattress and the full gyrating cheeks of her buttocks, and he cupped them in his spread fingers and palms, kneading the soft ripe flesh in lewd delight as he felt his youthful sperm start to boil deep in his bloated testicles.
Janine moaned ceaselessly up into the air, her flushed face registering her intense passion. She was growing more and more aroused by the second as the naked young boy's thrusting cock stroked harder and harder up into her hotly willing cunt. She wrapped her arms and legs more tightly around his pumping body, rhythmically lunging upward to meet each of his wild pistoning thrusts. The straining bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two obscenely entwined bodies struggling madly against each other, and the guttural sounds of their deep panting grunts and groans filled the tiny A-frame, mingling with the moist noises of the boy's fiery cock pounding in and out of the beautiful divorcee's wetly sucking cunt.
Then, suddenly, Janine gasped with alarm as she felt Keith's rampaging cock begin to flex and pulse deep in her belly. The rubber-hard head flared out until she was afraid it might tear into her belly. It took a moment before the inexperienced older woman realized that the boy was about to cum, to shoot his tempestuously broiling young semen right up into her hungry depths. The thought made her shiver with delight and her hands darted down to grasp his driving buttocks, pulling him as far as humanly possible into her wantonly splayed loins. At the same time, Janine felt her own long-awaited climax coming on with the force of a tidal wave and she waved her buttocks from side to side on the mattress, spiraling her excited cunt up and down on his hotly expanding cock.
Suddenly she began quivering uncontrollably beneath the boy's pounding body!
Her breathless groan rose to a strangled gasp of ecstasy as her body stiffened and began vibrating like the plucked string of a violin, her own wet fluids oozing from her quivering channel, drowning the boy's stiffly impaling member in its sticky sweet warmth.
Keith paused a moment, astounded by the beautiful older woman's sudden convulsions, but then, as she gasped out the last of her orgasm, the excited teenager felt himself lose all control of his passion. He frantically heaved his pelvis down against her, jamming his exploding cock all the way to the hilt in the delicious depths of Janine's hotly contracting cunt. With a rush that took the young boy's breath away, his boiling sperm erupted deep up into the lovely woman's stretched vagina, mixing deliciously with the juices of her insanely rippling orgasm.
Janine's mind whirled in delirious sensuality as she felt the white-hot liquid squirting deep up inside her, filling her open cunt to overflowing with its warm wetness. The starving walls of her vagina clenched and unclenched tightly around it, desperately sucking at the jerking organ like a hungry mouth and their combined juices flowed wetly down around his still lurching penis, dribbling down into the excitedly tensing valley of her buttocks and washing over his emptied balls and the base of his penis as he tried to sink it even deeper up into the divorcee's heaving belly. Brilliant flashes of light like exploding firecrackers filled Janine's brain as she continued to pant out her seemingly endless orgasm, her body shuddering and shaking like a dying animal.
"Oh, please, don't stop! Baby, don't ever stop!" she moaned incoherently. The ravenous pores of her ravaged vagina clasped greedily around the youthfully erupting cock until it finally gave one last spasmodic lurch and then lay almost motionless inside her writhing belly.
Keith fell exhausted across her perspiring body, feeling her velvet vaginal walls still undulating excitedly around his rapidly shrinking penis. After several minutes, Janine, too, quivered to stillness, her legs collapsing limply on either side of his gasping form as the youngster's clutching grip on her trembling buttocks slowly loosened and was finally released altogether. The older woman's newly sated body felt drained of all energy and emotion and, as she moved tentatively beneath the boy, she felt her thighs and buttocks slipping in the excess of sticky hot juices that had filled her belly to the bursting point. A moment later, she gently pushed Keith off her weary body, breathing thickly to fill her lungs with air as he slowly lifted his weight from her. The blonde divorcee moaned softly as she felt the now limp penis pull slowly out of her used and battered cunt, then sighed with relief as a cool breeze wafted in through the window to lave her spent soaking body.
Keith lay quietly beside her, staring almost reverently at the body of the beautiful woman who had given him so much unexpected pleasure. His eyes timidly avoided the sight of the wetly matted furrow of her naked vagina glistening wetly in the pale late afternoon light that filtered in through the lace curtains.
Fascinated by the thought of what had just happened to him, he gazed wonderingly at the insides of her wide-splayed thighs, seeing the thick smears of the white sticky love juices that dripped in tiny streamlets out of her swollen vagina to form a moist puddle beneath her buttocks.
As he lay there trying to recover his strength after the afternoon's windfall of good fortune, the fourteen year old felt a new stirring in his indefatigable loins at the idea that the unbelievably beautiful older woman had condescended to give him his very first, experience in sex. He recalled the whispered conversations in the boys' locker room at school where he and his fellow male students compared information about the facts of life, but nobody had ever told him it would be anything like this! Even the most knowledgeable of his buddies had always insisted that a girl had to be carefully talked into letting a boy "do it" to her, and even then she might not like it. This remarkable lady had not only been willing, but had apparently gone crazy with delight. Just thinking about it tempted Keith to ask her if they could do it again, just as soon as he had a chance to rest a minute.
"That ... that was really nice, ma'am," the auburn-haired youth finally whispered hesitantly. He was reluctant to disturb her, for the older woman's face was wreathed in such peaceful contentment that he could barely believe it was the same person who had been screaming out her climax only a few moments ago. "Is it all right to say thank you? You're so beautiful and everything ... I didn't think that you would ever even think of letting me..."
Too happily satisfied to even think, Janine simply smiled warmly at the youngster's grateful words. Through the twelve lonely years since her divorce, the beautiful older woman had almost become accustomed to the idea that she would never feel a man's cock inside her again, and she was just as pleasantly amazed as the boy. What innocence had remained with her after that nightmare wedding night with Larry Woodall was gone now and, glowing in the aftermath of rapture, she could not really mourn the passing of the last vestiges of her treasured girlhood chastity.
"Mrs. Woodall, do you feel okay?" Keith inquired after another moment, feeling a tinge of fear at her continued lassitude. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I was afraid for awhile, but then you seemed to like it so much..."
Roused by the anxiety she heard in the youngster's voice, Janine slowly opened her eyes and turned languidly to face him. Smiling contentedly at him, she searched her mind for the proper words to express her own gratitude to the boy, to tell him that he had soothed the pain she had borne for so many years.
"Yes, Keith," she said gratefully. "I'm okay. You've made me feel more okay than I've ever felt in my life." She leaned over to touch his embarrassed face with a gentle caress. "You've become a man today ... and I guess I've finally become a woman."
CHAPTER FOUR
"Janine! Janine, wake up in there!"
"Yes, darling, right away," the naked blonde mumbled sleepily, rolling over on the bed and slipping back into her dreams the next moment.
"Darling, rouse yourself," the urbane male voice insisted. "It's nighttime. Time for dinner and dancing and passionate love under the stars. Come on, sleepyhead!"
"Oh no, not yet, Keith," Janine protested into her pillow. "Carl's coming tonight."
Then suddenly her eyelids fluttered open as she realized with a start exactly who was pounding on the screen door in the front of the A-frame, and remembered that Keith had left hours ago. Leaping from the sperm-stained bedcovers, Janine grabbed up the pink silk robe that had fallen to the floor while she and Carl's nephew had been passionately tangled on the bed and rushed to the bedroom door, hurriedly tying the long belt around her tiny waist.
"Come in, darling," The sated divorcee called sweetly, hoping her anxiety didn't show in her voice. She parted her tousled curls into some semblance of order before leaning her head out of the doorway to greet the tall handsome man who stood on her front porch. "Give me ten minutes to get dressed and I'll be ready to go. I must have overslept."
"I imagined you might have been a little exhausted after this afternoon," Carl called dryly as he pushed open the door. "I was unspeakably rude and I apologize, darling. We both know you're not that sort of woman."
In her rush to pull clothes out of her closet, Janine barely noticed the strange inflection in Carl's voice. In fact, with all that had happened since she left him on the trail, the beautiful divorcee had almost forgotten about her heated exchange with the older man. Now, as she stepped quickly across the hallway to the bathroom, she wondered how she should respond to his apology. Somehow, after all that had occurred with Carl's young nephew in her bedroom, the lovely blonde woman could not seem to generate much resentment toward Carl for the insulting suggestions he had made under the influence of alcohol. At the moment, Janine was much too tired to feel anything but a splitting headache that she suspected might be a well-deserved hangover. Well, she decided, she would worry about it later if the subject came up again.
Otherwise, she would simply try to drift through the evening with Carl as gracefully as possible and hope that he did not notice her peculiar lack of energy. Her slender thighs and buttocks felt as though she had been hit by a truck, but she was certain the dull pain she felt was the result of having used muscles that afternoon that she had never used before in her life muscled designed to be used by a woman when she is lost in the arms of a passionate man.
But it wasn't a man, she suddenly remembered with a shock of guilty fear. It had been a boy, a youngster less than half her own age who had shyly followed her commands as though she were a mother teaching a toddler how to tie his shoes. She dropped her robe to the floor, and stood naked on the circular throw rug next to the shower stall, looking down at her breasts that still throbbed with the sensations of young Keith Lyle's hands and lips, and then down the smooth curve of her stomach to her raised pubic mound, wincing at the sight of the dried white sperm that had matted the soft pale triangle of blonde hair there. She thought shamefully of her wanton sexual desires, so long denied and suppressed deep within her body, and how the eager youngster's innocent delight in her beauty had awakened her body into an unquenchable passion and brought about a devouring climax that had left her shaken, but content. Even now, as she remembered the vivid details of what had taken place, she felt the same undeniable fermentations begin to awaken in her loins and belly and she quickly stepped across the bathroom to the shower, and frantically twisted the chrome shower handles, bringing forth a thick stream of water.
Even now, with the telltale evidence smeared all over her body and bed, she could barely believe that she had actually seduced a fourteen year old youth, but the lewd sight of her bed-covers, the gay blue-flowered spread all stiffened and white with dried cum fluids, flashed in her mind like a mocking souvenir of her self-betrayal. Suddenly she felt an irrational desire to purge herself, to cleanse her traitorous body and mind of all traces of her guilt, and the thirty-four year old woman reached for one of the shower knobs to increase the flow of hot water until clouds of vapor billowed out of the shower stall, making the room seem like a hot humid sauna. Bracing herself for the shock, Janine stepped into the cubicle, then gasped as the scalding stream broke over her skin, turning it an angry pink.
Remembering that Carl was waiting in the tiny parlor, she still made no move to leave, but stood fast, grabbing the soap to scrub mercilessly at her lust-soiled body. Her sensuous lips pressed tightly together as she endured the burning cascade, accepting it as just punishment for her seduction of the young boy earlier that afternoon. Only when the water heater emptied and the spray became lukewarm and then cool again did the lovely blonde step from the shower. Then she dried herself briskly with a fluffy towel, giving no mercy to her gleaming skin, as though she were heaping further punishment on her tingling flesh. Wrapping the towel around her burnished nakedness, she opened the bathroom door and flew into the bedroom, avoiding the sight of the ravaged bed as she hurriedly pulled on the garments she had laid out on her dresser. Within three minutes, she was walking into her parlor, a black dress clinging to every lush curve of her body and her still damp blonde hair curled in cherubic tendrils around her face.
"My goodness, darling, you look clean and fresh as a new-born baby!" Carl exclaimed admiringly. "All that innocence of yours must be agreeing with you. I don't think I've ever seen you look so lovely."
"Thank you, darling," the blonde beauty said slowly, hoping she could hide the guilt in her eyes by staring down at the floor. She felt herself blushing at his mention of cleanliness. Though her skin literally shone after the steaming shower she had taken, Janine still felt soiled and dirty. For a despairing moment, she wondered if she would ever feel truly clean again. "I ... I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I just felt like I had to clean off some of the trail I picked up on the way home from our lunch together."
"Yes, I'm sure your afternoon was very tiring," Carl said softly. He left a strategic pause. "As a matter-of-fact, I came by earlier and you didn't seem to be wanting any more visitors."
Janine's head jerked up and she stared at him in horror. Then, realizing that he probably had come by while she was asleep, she quickly composed herself and raised a mildly curious eyebrow. "Really, Carl? What for? You weren't supposed to come by until this evening."
"Yes, I gathered you weren't expecting me," he said, smiling dryly at the shocked look on her face. "Keith informed me very firmly that you were resting and not to be disturbed by anyone."
"Oh, he did?" Janine breathed, almost laughing out loud with relief. Then, gathering her wits, she added coolly, "Yes, I told him that ... that I was very tired. He watches out for me, the dear boy."
"Hmmmm, does he now?" Carl grinned, letting his eyes wander insultingly down to the exciting valley of shadowed cleavage that showed above the daring neckline of her cocktail dress. "He looked a little pale to me. Perhaps, you shouldn't let him take quite such good care of you, darling."
Janine suddenly felt herself fall into a state of uncontrollable fear bordering on certainty that the handsome older man somehow knew exactly what had happened that afternoon. Forcing her voice to sound calm, she looked anxiously across the room to where Carl lounged gracefully on the couch and asked, "When did you see Keith? He ... he looked perfectly all right when I went into bed."
Carl's eyes were faintly cynical as he slowly replied. "Janine, darling, I have no doubt my nephew felt perfectly wonderful then. I saw him rather later, I imagine, quite awhile after you had retired to your little bedroom from the looks of him." He smiled lazily. "We met out in the front yard, darling. I had walked all the way back across the clearing to apologize for misjudging you so horribly this afternoon. A pity."
The divorcee did not ask what he meant by his last remark. She was certain now that Carl either suspected or knew of her illicit liaison with his fourteen year old nephew and that he was mocking her for her protestations of purity when she had been with him. He was playing with her very much like a cat plays with a helpless mouse before it pounces for the kill. Suddenly, she didn't care what he knew. All that mattered was to have him leave so that she could be alone with her thoughts, to try to decide what to do about the terrible dilemma she had created. After all, Carl Harris had no real hold on her life, and if he were going to be as cruel and heartless as he had been this afternoon and tonight, she didn't want to ever see him again anyway!
"Carl, I'm afraid that I'm not very bright tonight," she said, punctuating the comment with a light silvery laugh. "I don't seem to be able to follow what you're saying at all. Perhaps we should just call off our date this evening so I can go back to bed. I'm not as young as I used to be."
"Neither am I, which is the really important thing right, darling?" He smiled knowingly, then went on without waiting for an answer. "Never mind, it might be better if we did cancel this evening. I called Portland this afternoon, and Birt and Paul are back from their camping trip. I told them to hop the bus out here, I'm sure you remember Birt and Paul, knowing how youth seems to affect you."
Indeed, Janine did remember Birt Coleman and Paul Darby, Carl's two wards from Portland. One of the things Janine had admired most about Carl when she'd met him was his dedication to these two young teenage orphans and the generosity he bestowed upon them, sending them to private school, giving them the best summer camp money could buy. But the way Carl had just used his wards' youth to caustically cut at her amazed the young divorcee, and she could only stare at the man she had dated for over six months. And yet there was nothing she could say, because his implications were all terribly true.
"Perhaps you'll come down to the bus with me and meet them," Carl was saying.
"No, I'm sorry. I can't come and I may be busy for several days," Janine answered firmly. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm really very tired..."
"You couldn't be nearly as tired as I am, darling of your adolescent and immature behavior."
Janine looked up, shock evident in her face, wondering if this was Carl's idea of a joke, but the intense expression on the older man's face was evidence enough of his seriousness. It was as though he had decided to stop beating around the bush and lay his cards flat on the table.
"I ... I don't..."
"Sure you know what I mean," Carl interrupted, suddenly standing up from the couch and crossing the room to where the woman he loved stood. "You know damn well what I mean. I've said it often enough. Christ, Janine, when are you going to realize that I love you, and that I can make you happier than any man ... or any male ... ever could."
Something in the way he emphasized his words made Janine more certain than ever that her boy friend knew about what had happened that afternoon with his nephew, Keith. Suddenly she felt desperate, as though she were trapped and his accusations were closing her in farther. Her voice when she answered him was tinged with a note of desperation.
"I-if ... if you love me, you wouldn't torture me so ... and this afternoon on the trail, you..."
"Goddamnit," Carl interrupted with frustration, "If I 'torture you', as you put it, it's only because that's the only way your eyes are ever going to be opened up to yourself! For months now I've tried the verbal approach ... I've been rational and patient. trying to make you see that you're a beautiful and sensuous woman yes, and sexy, though it would probably shock you to hear anyone say it. And this afternoon on the trail, I thought maybe what you needed was a little demonstration..."
"You thought I needed...? " Janine started defensively, anger beginning to show through her consciously controlled features.
"Yes, I thought you needed it, and I still do. The only way you're ever going to come out of that frigid shell is for a real man, and not some kid in diapers, to show you what you're missing."
"You ... you ... get out of here, Carl Harris! If you think you can talk to me like that..."
"No, I told you already, darling. I'm through talking."
And with that, the powerful older man reached out and grabbed Janine by the wrist, deftly twisting her around until she was pressed close up against his burly chest, and in an instant his lips were covering hers, his tongue thrusting forcefully up into the depths of the astonished blonde's mouth.
"Ymmmmmm ... stop ... mmmmmm..." Janine moaned futilely, trying to force his hands away. But he held her in a steel-hard grip, the strength of his powerful arms drawing her tightly against him, his one hand moving down to encompass the rounded swell of her tremulous buttocks while the other locked against the small of her back. She felt the blood rushing to her cheeks at the shame of his coarse hand moving intimately over her tensed and suddenly fear-stricken body.
"S-stop! Stop it, do you hear!" Janine hissed, finally freeing her mouth from his invading presence.
"No, darling," Carl grinned, almost maliciously. "I've been listening to your feeble excuses for too long. It's time you faced the fact that you're a healthy sensual woman, and I'm going to show you that right now!"
Once more she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was helpless against his masculine might as he slowly lowered his head until his wetly searching lips completely smothered her trembling mouth, his tongue smashing lustfully between her lips and against her teeth. He held her close, his big hands moving feverishly as they pressed into the roundly molded mounds of her tensed buttocks to force her pelvis flat against him, his height permitting the throbbing bulge of his hardening cock to play against the softness of her frightened belly as an unreasonable and uncontrollable tremor rippled over the pinioned blonde.
Something ... something absolutely impossible was happening inside! She was actually experiencing little anticipatory sensations of excitement that joined those of shame and humiliation at his vile assault on her helpless body. And although she was desperately resisting him, her mouth was giving way to the rape of his tongue and she sensed herself going limp against him as he forced her back over to the sofa, his big hands now covering her full up-thrust breasts through the material of her thin dress, sending further unbelievably lewd tremors spiraling through her.
"Oh ... oh ... no ... no ... stop...! " The helpless divorcee groaned as her boy friend lifted his head from her lips to grin down at her.
"Getting to you now, Janine?" Carl whispered, his hands roving over her exploringly as he forced her down onto the couch.
NO! It was impossible! Her body wouldn't ... couldn't betray her again as it had that afternoon! But, incredibly enough it was. She was coming alive with impossible overpowering sensations. His hands and tongue and his body too had kindled a rapidly spreading spark of desire almost immediately. My, God, she had to get hold of herself!
Carl's large hands were now on the satiny naked flesh of her smoothly tapered leg, moving upward to the soft warmth of her inner thigh ... and God Almighty! She wanted it there! Oh God ... noooooo...!
Carl stared down at where his girl friend now lay stretched out beneath him on the sofa while his hands smoothed up her silken trembling thigh. They moved higher with each stroke until he let them brush to the very peak of her delightful pussy-juncture where his finger prompted jolts of pleasure-racked desire to shoot through her as they pressed gently against her nylon panties to make obscene simulated contact with the fleece-covered lips of her moist little cunt. God, he loved this woman! And if force was the only way to bring her to her senses, then he would have to use force!
Janine groaned and jerked in wanton rhythm with his insistent touch against her tingling, pan ty-sheathed pussy, her brain fighting desperately to seize control from her roused physical senses. Oh Lord, what had come over her? Somehow, she had to end this horrible teasing she was allowing her body to undergo.
"Now you are going to see what a real man can do for you, my darling," Carl whispered erotically, interrupting her thoughts as he gently lowered her sheer panties down her legs and off over her feet, brushing the hair-covered vaginal lips with his hand as he did so.
Janine moaned unconsciously as she felt the slippery material of her panties slide smoothly down her trembling legs, and then gasped aloud as Carl's finger began to trace the moistly vulnerable line of her exposed cunt. Her hands caught at his powerful shoulders, their lacquered nails gouging into the muscular flesh through his clothing. A quick moment of shamed repulsion swept through her with an instantaneous recollection of her depraved emotional response even as the perverse spasms of unwanted desire raced through her betraying loins and belly. Slowly her masterful boy friend parted the wisps of soft sparse pubic hair and wormed his middle finger exploringly up between her warm vaginal lips. He sank it deeper and deeper up into her moistly excited pussy-furrow, sending shocks of insane delight soaring through her.
"Oh ... ooohhh ... no ... nooooooo..." she whimpered brokenly in mounting passion. "Please ... don't..."
The aroused young woman tossed her head and whined throatily in her lurid struggle between emotional torment and inexplicable craving, a stimulating shock playing along the smooth exposed flesh of her legs. She twitched and squirmed her buttocks down onto the sofa, her whimpers changing into an incessant series of helpless groans as Carl's fingers taunted the sensitive slit between her quivering thighs, gently thrusting and probing into it, parting her silken pubic hair to make sudden electrifying contact with the moist throbbing center of the undesired passion that had swept over her. Her lewd depravity saturated her whole being, and she chewed at her lips to hold back the moan of sheer delight mounting ecstatically in her sensuously heaving breasts.
She couldn't ... she just couldn't let Carl Harris do this to her, as though she were nothing but a plaything for his obscene psychological games! And yet nothing she could do or say to herself could hide the fact that, against her will, she was being aroused to indescribable heights of lust. She tried to speak but her words stuck in her throat, the sensual shock of his thick fingers teasing around her hotly quivering clitoris causing her to writhe her buttocks around on the sofa in a vain effort to escape the frenzied spasms coursing over her vibrant loins.
"Oh ... oh," she moaned helplessly while he continued his avid clitoral teasing. At last he paused to answer her.
"Well ... am I right, Janine? You see the kinds of things an experienced lover can do for you?"
The helpless woman didn't answer, only closed her eyes as he raised her up, unconsciously assisting him as he began to strip her completely naked. Then she felt the cool rush of air against her throbbing breasts as her distended pink nipples leaped into taut quivering erection atop her cream-white mounds. His sharp intake of breath was audible as his big hand clutched them hotly, kneading and rolling the nipples erotically between his fingers until finally his mouth encompassed one, his tongue flicking and worrying first one tiny nipple and then the other. At last his tongue trailed down through the deep narrow vale separating her shimmering breasts to lave over her tensing stomach muscles as it slithered down her, dipping momentarily into her navel, taunting it while his hands continued to caress and stroke her aching breasts ... moving down her naked body ... slithering downward ... down ... until his face was even with her loins, mere inches above them. It was then the repugnant shock of what he obviously intended to do caused his blonde girl friend to recoil in utter horror.
"Wh-what are you...? My God! No! Oh no ... no, please! You can't ... not that! Stop, you can't!" Janine half screamed as he placed his palm against the inner sides of her quaking thighs, pressing them apart to offer an unhindered view to his lust-inflamed eyes. She moaned aloud, raising her head to stare down between her firmly up-thrust breasts and see him mouth open, tongue out poised between her widespread legs. "Oh ... oh no, please, I beg you ... don't do that to me...! !
Wedged strategically between her soft white thighs, their warm inner flesh pressing tantalizingly against him, Carl gazed greedily at the tight pink slit fringed enticingly with its flaxen hair, eyeing the tiny glistening pearls of moisture that dampened the little tongue-like pink petals peeking out at him from the moist vertical mouth. God, how long had he waited to see this intoxicating sight! The athletically built man felt his cock give a crazed jump in his pants and he knew that what was to come would undoubtedly excite him as much as it would the beautiful woman beneath him. He only hoped he would have the will power to carry through' his scheme as planned, to keep himself under absolute control.
Janine lay seemingly rooted to the sofa beneath him, eyes pleading, humiliation nearly complete, watching petrified as with deliberate slow, decisive movements he placed his thumbs delicately on the sensitive fleshy lips of her sparkling cunt, spreading her soft pubic curls as the velvety flanges parted wetly, flowering the moistly coral flesh open to his intense gaze. In utter degradation, the blonde divorcee felt the hot wisps of his rapid breathing taunting her sensitive vaginal furrow and she moaned in shame, her head still upright, her eyes almost refusing to acknowledge the lewd scene they were beholding. Then her own breath nearly choked her as she watched his face lower abruptly into the "vee" of her naked vaginal slit and she felt the full length of his luridly probing tongue slip wetly up into her shocked quivering cunt!
Her naked body recoiled through reflex, jerking convulsively as a loud whimper burst from her lungs while her tensed buttocks ground vainly downward into the sofa in her useless effort to evade the perverted outrage he was committing upon her defenselessly expanded pussy. Her belly lurched and churned in spasmodic confusion and she moaned feebly while his tongue slithered in and out of her hopelessly debauched cunt with warped, animal-like determination.
"Oooooohhhhh ... ooohhh ... stop ... don't ... please ... oohhhhh!" She groaned incessantly in her debased degradation, her head beginning to flail from side to side as she held it raised in shameful humiliated horror, gaping in disbelief at his obscene licking down between her widespread thighs. It wasn't happening! It couldn't be! A horribly lewd nightmare, that's what it was! She tried to reason it away, but his tongue reassured her of the reality of her debasement as it raced in a velvety torrent up into her unwanting, rapidly dilating cunt.
"Ooohhh ... God ... God ... stop! My God ... you can't do this to me, Carl! Please ... please ... stop it!" she hissed between tightly clenched teeth while at the same time tiny unwanted spasms of lewd titillation were coming alive within her whole being from his demented depraved tonguing of her moistly palpitating cuntal slit.
His lips probed and explored until he found the erectly pulsating button of her sensitive clitoris. He heard her gasping moan of agonized pleasure as he sucked the tiny pulsating nub between his teeth and, clutching it tightly, laved his tongue over and around it in a series of rapidly increasing circles until eventually he opened his lust-hungry mouth wider and sent his tongue downward, back through the velvety moistened slit to the hotly throbbing opening of her cunt.
Janine realized she could hardly control herself any longer that the erotic sensations had reached beyond her physical or mental powers of countereaction. She had become overwhelmingly enraptured with his vile, lust-filled tonguing of her defenseless cunt. Her own brain had become a turmoil and her feeble power to fight had so diminished that it was hardly even a memory. She suddenly found herself flailing her head wantonly from side to side as her boy friend orally fucked her, lashing and plunging his hot tongue up into her receptive and desperately clasping vagina while she listened as if from another world to her own mewling, whimpering sounds.
Abruptly then, he was raising her legs high, slipping his arms beneath her trembling thighs, pressing them relentlessly up until they dropped over his broad shoulders. Then he maneuvered his hand and wrist skillfully beneath the quivering mounds of her luscious buttocks, pulling them up toward his mouth with a conqueror's authority.
Janine's helpless involuntary pleasure filled the room as Carl burrowed his hot tongue deeper and deeper up into the simmering fluid depths between her spasming thighs. She tossed about jerkily beneath him and he watched her hands fight a losing battle with one another until suddenly they were clenching at his hair in desperation, struggling lewdly to press him farther and farther into her now insatiably demanding loins.
Her whimpers became moans, then outright cries of rapture as he continued to plunge his tongue deep into the searing inner recesses of her delighted cunt.
What little control she had managed to exercise had disappeared. Now her cream-white buttocks were jerking and convulsing of their own accord beneath his thrusting tongue that was shooting erotic jolts of never-before-known sensation through her unfulfilled body. She felt his tongue flick from her wet vagina downward toward the secret, puckered little hole of her anus! She wanted to scream but instead she moaned in erotic bliss at the sudden wet obscene contact of his pleasure-giving tongue with her forbidden nether opening. She closed her eyes and licked at her lips in sensual enchantment.
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... oooohhhhh," she chanted ecstatically. "Y-you ... you filthy ... filthy ... ooohhh ... no..." she moaned even as she rolled her undulating hips in helpless abandon and tried to screw her tormented cunt farther back up onto his stiffly probing tongue.
"Oh ... ooohhhh ... my God!" she coughed, dropping her head back and letting it flail from side to side, her sense of humiliation and debasement still active and strong within her even as her gyrating buttocks jerked and writhed at the delicious sensations racing wildly through her whole being. "Oooohhh..." she gasped further, again raising her head to gape down at his lustfully distorted face licking so hotly between her upraised thighs.
"Please ... oh please stop ... stop ... don't..." she begged, the horrifying realization dawning on her that the words tumbling from her lips were false because she did not want him to stop!
And he licked on at her openly proffered loins while her body trembled and spasmed uncontrollably beneath the overpowering assault at the raw nerve ends of her pulsating cunt. Clenched teeth and determination could no longer do anything to hold back the wanton throes of sensual bliss that had seized complete domination over her. There was no fight left in her ... he was bringing her intense rapture, the--likes of which she had never before dreamed of! Her voluptuously writhing body had secretly cried out too long for fulfillment he had known it, and now she did as well!
"Oooooohhhh ... ohhhhh, dear God! Y-yes ... yes! Do it ... do it! Lick my cunt! Suck it ... please ... do things to me ... ooohhhhh!" she moaned lewdly, her shamelessly aroused flesh quivering and twitching beneath his persistently licking tongue. She raised her thrusting hips to him, her squirming loins submitting in complete servitude. Her hands clutched at his hair as she cried out from the very depths of her soul, all else but the bliss of the moment finally obliterated from her mind as she tried to pull his face in tighter to the throbbing widespread hole between her spasming legs while the near-insane delight of her lust-filled enchantment rode havoc over her vulnerable young body.
Carl raised his head quickly from her burning loins and smiled at her knowingly. "Do you see now, Janine? Do you see what a real lover can do for you?"
"Yes ... please ... suck me ... make me cum ... I'm almost there..."
Carl laughed victoriously and fastened his mouth once more around her pulsating cuntal lips, his cock now so painfully hard in his pants he felt like he would burst at any moment. But he couldn't this was as far as he could go this first time without completely alienating this lovely blonde woman he loved. Later, there would be other times ... times when together they would ascend the heights of carnal bliss!
Suddenly, Carl felt Janine tensing beneath him and he knew that it was time! With a moan of intense rapture, the straining blonde thrust her fiery loins up hard against his sweating face and arched her back high up off the sofa in unbearable ecstasy!
"Oooohhh ... Goooodddd ... it's heeeere ... I'm cumming ... God in heaven ... I'm cuuuuummmmmiiinnnggggg ... aaaaggghhhhh..."
Her thrashing legs wrapped themselves tightly around Carl's bobbing head as a mind-shattering burst of sensation swept over her tensed body like a crashing tidal wave, sweeping her consciousness before it with the unbelievable force of its advance. Her hands wound in his hair and pulled his mouth up tight against her wildly thrashing cunt, almost drowning him in the sudden flow of wet juices that gushed from her vaginal cavity out around his lips and chin. She rolled her eyes deliriously toward the ceiling, her hands wrapped in Carl's hair, her mind a total blank except for the unbelievable sensations of bliss. She felt wave after wave flow through her, convulsing her aching loins mercilessly, making her whole body shudder as though it were being shaken from the end of a string. And then she was still, drained, overpowered by the incredible violence of her orgasm.
Janine was scarcely aware of Carl's movement as he stood up and straightened his clothes. His pants were pushed out of shape by the huge protruding bulge below his waist and he twisted himself so that his aching erection would lie down. And then he gazed longingly down at Janine's nakedly prostrate form, feeling his heart leap as he did so. The way she lay there, her limp body completely satiated, her thighs covered by the drying juices of her own fantastic orgasm, was enough to start his aroused cock pounding angrily again and he knew he would have to remove himself from the incredible temptation of Janine's voluptuous body or succumb. He walked quickly to the door.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he said simply, trying to keep his voice calm. He waited a full thirty seconds, but there was no response from the naked divorcee. "And I hope you'll talk to me, Janine..." he added sincerely, " ... because I love you very much." And he was gone.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You have to do it today before this thing goes any farther. You've got to tell the boy that it was all a terrible mistake. It can't happen again!"
Janine listened to the sound of her own voice as she talked solemnly to her reflection in the mirror. No matter how resolute and determined she tried to sound, the beautiful face in the looking glass still pouted unhappily back at her, like a child who had to give back all its birthday presents.
It was late the next morning and the blonde divorcee had wakened only a few minutes earlier. Now she stood naked in her bedroom, her wrinkled garments and the soiled bedclothes heaped in a corner to be laundered by the maid who came to clean the cottage once a week.
She settled herself down on the bare mattress, clasping her hands tightly together in her lap. Looking down at her lovely curvaceous body, she realized with a start that it looked exactly the same as it had the morning before: There were no marks to show that she had discarded her innocence, had become a wanton seducer of young boys and a plaything to be used by a cruelly sadistic boy friend. Staring at her tautly full breasts, she remembered how Keith's touch had made them inflate and come alive, the nipples straining eagerly as though they had wanted to break loose from her body. Yes, the inexperienced youngster had given her entire body a new life, she admitted to herself a strange new life that was empty without a slender hard penis to fill her tortured vagina and soothe the fiery passions that had suddenly taken control over her being. And the fact that she had so easily succumbed to Carl Harris the night before was evidence enough of her easily exploited weakness.
Janine clenched her eyes tightly shut and bit hard on her full lower lip in an effort to block the exciting thoughts from her brain. She had never felt so alone or so helpless in her entire life. She was caught in a terrible maze of guilt, with nowhere to go, no one to turn to for help in dealing with either the sweet, good-looking teenager or his forceful uncle. She felt tears of self-pity welling in her eyes, but blinked them back, knowing that somehow she would have to pull herself together, somehow decide what she would have to do about Keith and Carl and her own lewd urges.
Looking back on yesterday, Janine almost felt as though another person, someone viciously evil and immoral, had been in control of her body and mind, making her do and feel things that were absolutely foreign to her nature. She wondered what warped part of her own personality could have driven her to lead that sweet young boy into her bed and worse, to encourage him to continue as he gradually abandoned his priceless innocence to satisfy the depraved desires of her obscene wantonness. And what twisted perversion had forced her to submit to the older uncle's lewdly exciting oral manipulation of her fiery pussy only hours later?
Well, there was no question what she had to do: The answer was obvious. She had to tell Keith that what had happened between them could never happen again, and she would have to explain why in terms his innocent young mind could understand. As for his uncle, she would have to be even more forceful. Above all, she couldn't let Carl think he'd won her over, even if his point about older lovers had been proved the night before. Neither task would be pleasant, but she couldn't expect anything else after the way she had behaved.
Her mind seemingly settled on a plan of action, the blonde divorcee got up from the bed and crossed to the dresser where she pulled a two-piece swim suit from the top drawer. It was a beautiful summer day, and Janine knew that a couple of hours in the sun would very probably restore clarity and reason to her agitated mind. She would go up by the pond where she usually went, stretch out for a few hours, and try to decide how to approach Keith when he arrived later that day, as he certainly would. Even now, she felt a tingle of anticipation cross over her as she thought about him coming up to the door, his innocent young face smiling happily, his freshly naive body eager and willing beneath his few hindering garments...
"Stop it, damn you! Stop it right now!" she suddenly snapped at her image in the mirror over the dresser. A tiny breathless groan of angry frustration fell from her lips and the heavily breathing woman turned away from the looking glass, rushing from the room. Pausing only to grab the huge beach towel that hung on a hook by the screen door, she ran down the porch stairs of the tiny A-frame and up the trail, disappearing quickly into the ominously towering pines.
* * *
As Keith Lyle walked quickly up the trail from Mason Ridge toward Mrs. Woodall's cottage, his imagination was running wild with the tantalizing replay of the wild afternoon he'd experienced the previous day. He'd barely been able to get to sleep the night before thinking about it, and he'd finally had to jerk himself off in the early hours of the morning to relieve himself of the tension which his fantasies had created. But now, striding up the trail with excited determination, the eager fourteen year old felt on top of the world. Yesterday he'd become a man, and his mistress was the most beautiful woman in Mason Ridge even his Uncle Carl had said so.
Keith hoped he wasn't going to arrive at Mrs. Woodall's too early, but secretly he was hoping he might even be able to fix her a little breakfast if she hadn't got up yet, and then bring it to her in bed. His youthful imagination soared at all the erotic possibilities inherent in that scheme, and he felt his dormant cock give an agreeable little jerk in his faded blue jeans. They could take up right where they left off yesterday!
As the hurrying teenager came to the fork in the trail which led off to Janine's A-frame, his erotic thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a frightened cry which rose above the wind blowing through the pine tops. Keith stopped instantly and waited only a moment before he heard the helpless cry again. At once he took off like a shot toward the huge mountain pond only a hundred yards up the trail. He would recognize that voice anywhere!
Keith had never run so fast in his life as he did then, tearing up the trail like a sprinter, his heart lurching wildly as he cut through a grove of trees to the pond and recognized the familiar red and yellow striped terry cloth that always hung inside Mrs. Woodall's front door. Stopping there to pick up the towel, the panting youngster quickly scanned the large pond which must have been at least a quarter mile across. Suddenly, off to his right and about thirty yards from shore, he spotted the struggling figure, the blonde head just barely above water. Tearing off his freshly ironed shirt as he ran, as he'd been taught in junior lifesaving, Keith raced for the spot and launched himself like a projectile into the icy mountain water.
As her numbed body sank beneath the surface for the second time, Janine opened her eyes and stared wildly into the endless green that surrounded her. She felt as though powerful unseen hands were gripping her legs and drawing her down ... down ... and she wondered if anyone had heard her cry. God knew, she never should have swum out so far with her limited swimming ability, especially since she knew full well how quickly icy water saps a person's strength. But the pond had looked so cool and inviting after she'd baked herself awhile in the sun...
With every bit of strength left in her body, Janine forced her arms and legs to move, propelling herself feebly to the surface and splashing her arms there in an ineffective attempt to stay afloat. But it was no use. As she felt herself going down for the third time, the frightened blonde stopped struggling, tried to hold her breath, felt her chest burning with the need to take in more air, panicked as she felt herself helplessly slipping away ... and then, without warning, suddenly found herself grabbed unceremoniously under the chin, and pulled back up to the surface. She struggled slightly, but quickly relaxed as a familiar voice told her to go limp. With complete trust, she closed her eyes and let go and was soon pulled out on the small sandy beach she'd left only minutes before. As she felt the warm solid surface of the sand beneath, her eyelids fluttered open again and she found herself staring up into the worried face of the auburn-haired boy she had taken for her lover yesterday afternoon.
"Oh, Keith," was all she could manage before she fell back against his strong young chest, her firm breasts quaking under the tiny bathing suit top as she coughed up the water she'd taken down her windpipe. Keith sat down in the sand beside her, gathering the beautiful older woman into his arms, comforting her as she shook spasmodically. A moment later, Janine lay limp in his grasp, panting softly and too thankful and exhausted to do anything but weakly smile her gratitude.
"Oh, man what if I hadn't heard you?" the boy whispered anxiously. "I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to you, Mrs. Woodall!"
"Me either," Janine said soberly, then burst into giggles of relief as the tension inside her gave way to the realization that she had actually been saved from a watery death. Suddenly helpless with laughter, she clung to the teenager beside her who stared at her in confusion for a moment, then joyfully wrapped his arms more tightly around her and amiably joined in her mirth. "Keith, thank you ... thank you," she gasped between giggles. "I thought ... well, never mind, it's over now."
After the crippling fear she had felt a moment before, Janine now was so delighted with the copper-haired boy's capable rescue of her defenseless body from the murderously ice water that she joyfully twisted her arms around him, nuzzling her face down into his sun-bronzed shoulder. She felt at home in his powerful young arms, even better than she remembered from the afternoon before, and for a moment she didn't object when she felt his hand slipping under the back of her swim suit bra, his fingers gently massaging the raised ridges of her spine. Then, without warning, Keith gently nudged her forehead out of the smooth hollow of his neck and locked his lips on top of hers, his probing young tongue driving hard up into the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
The lovely divorcee's body began to respond involuntarily, her upper torso writhing against his as her hands began to hungrily explore his strong body as well. His fingers were at the clasp of her bathing suit and she suddenly felt the top half of her tiny suit slipping away from her body to fall in a sodden heap on the sand below. At that moment, Janine unhappily remembered the resolution she had made to stop this unnatural affair.
"Keith, listen ... wait, please," she mumbled brokenly, trying to tear her lips away from his hotly searching mouth. Mustering all her moral strength, she pulled away from his passionate grip and fell back against the white sand beneath her, her naked breasts joggling slightly from the force of her impact. She reached hurriedly for the discarded bathing suit top, then dropped the soaking garment back in the sand as she realized it was now too gritty to wear again. Fighting for breath, she gasped, "Keith, we can't do this anymore. Do you understand? I've' been thinking and it's just not right. We can't "
"Oh, Mrs. Woodall, I have to. I just have to," the teenager interrupted, a note of anguished determination in his voice that Janine had never heard before. Surprised, she looked searchingly up into his face and saw unadulterated animal lust gleaming hotly from his green eyes, the passion she had ignited yesterday afternoon grown bolder and more confident overnight. "Please, I want to touch you and kiss you. We can talk about it later. Right now, let's take our clothes off! Please?"
"Keith! How dare you!" Janine snapped sharply as the impassioned youngster started tugging at the tiny panties that made up the bottom of her bikini bathing suit. But his hands continued to pull anxiously at the damply clinging fabric and she angrily slapped at his wrists. "Stop it, Keith! Do you hear me? I'm much older than you and I demand to be treated with respect!"
Her cold fierceness startled him and his slim young hands dropped away from her body as he stared aghast at the beautiful blonde. The inexperienced boy was frightened and confused by her sudden aloofness, and his disbelieving hurt showed in his eyes. There was a long uneasy silence as they exchanged wary glances, then the boy spoke again.
"I'm awfully sorry, Mrs. Woodall. I didn't mean to do anything wrong. I thought ... Well, you're not mad at me are you? God, I'd kill myself if you didn't like me anymore."
The sad repentant tone of his voice made Janine immediately sorry that she had been so abrupt in refusing the sweet youngster's excited caress. After all, he was not to blame for the present situation. It was her own shameless desire that had led him to her bed. She remembered how innocent and thoughtful he had been yesterday afternoon and wondered how she could have been so cruel to the obviously sensitive boy.
"Oh, darling, how could I be mad at you?" she finally sighed, reaching out to gently stroke his cheek. "It's just that we can't do that sort of thing anymore. If you'll hand me my towel, we can go into the house and I'll explain why. It's very complicated, but I know you'll understand."
"Okay, Mrs. Woodall, if you think so," he said slowly, heartbreaking disappointment showing his face. "But, please, before you get all covered up again, could I just touch you one more time." He gazed pleadingly into her eyes. "I'll never ask you again if you don't want me to, but you're so beautiful and I want to remember it all my life."
Though there were a thousand good reasons to refuse him, Janine didn't have the heart to deny the handsome youngster his heartfelt request, especially since he had just literally saved her from a watery death. At last, she nodded wordlessly and gathered up all her moral strength for the temptation she knew was about to come.
Keith's green eyes sparkled with boyish longing as he moved slightly back in the sand to wistfully study the perfect contours of her ripe, almost naked body. His gaze traveled slowly over her gleaming, sun-tanned flesh, banded by the cream-white of her full naked breasts drinking in all the exciting beauty of the older woman's maturely rounded curves. Then, with a deep sigh, he leaned closer to her, reaching forward with the very tips of his fingers to explore the yielding softness of her velvety skin.
Janine longed to comfort the boy, to tell him that she had only been teasing him and that they could go right back to her bedroom and repeat what had happened yesterday afternoon. His face looked so unhappy and disappointed as his fingers stroked worshipfully down over the fragile column of her gleaming throat, gently tracing over the slight rise of her collar bone, that she gradually relaxed under his touch, knowing she had done the right thing by allowing him this farewell visit with her half-naked body.
Leaning back on her elbows in the sand, she closed her eyes and smiled contentedly at the softness of his touch as his hands moved downward, pausing only momentarily to cup the quivering mounds of her naked breasts before wandering down to the firm plane of her exposed belly. She felt the relaxing sensation change to a tingling warmth down between her close-pressed thighs as his fingernails slid lightly over the bottom of her bathing suit, pressing softly against the slightly raised mound of her bikini-protected pubic area. Clenching her eyes more tightly shut, the blonde divorcee vowed again to keep her emotions under control, for the boy's sake as well as her own. Then suddenly, as his slightly calloused palms rubbed lightly over the tender smoothness of her inner thighs, Janine gasped as the feeling grew to a demanding throb in her belly and she had to fight to keep from moaning from the sheer pleasure of his touch.
"Please, ma'am," his soft voice interrupted her thoughts. "Could you let me see the ... the other place, just for a minute? You're the only woman in my whole life and it's so beautiful. I promise I'll never bother you again."
He saved your life a few minutes ago, she told herself. How can you say no? Not opening her eyes, she slowly nodded her assent, then clenched her teeth tightly together as she felt his strong young hands pulling relentlessly at the damp bathing suit bottom that clung tenaciously to her flaring hips. The fabric gave way inch by inch and Janine reluctantly lifted her buttocks from the sand to free the back of the bikini pants. At last, the tiny garment was pulled free of her legs and she resignedly lay back on the beach to wait until the boy was finished with her. Her hands clenched nervously at her sides as she fought to control the desire that was already raging in her loins, then suddenly she felt the warmth of his hands slipping down over the nakedly trembling tautness of her lower belly.
Just one more minute, another minute, and it will all be over, she anxiously reminded herself as she fought to suppress the excitement mounting within her like a volcano ready to explode. She felt his hands move down to her tensed thighs again, forcing them apart, and she did not resist, knowing this was the last of her ordeal. To her relief, his fingers suddenly lifted from her tingling flesh and she realized with a start that he had only wanted to look at the most secret part of her female body to see again the gleaming pink flesh that yesterday afternoon had clamped so tightly around his youthful hardness until they had both exploded in soul-shattering orgasms.
Janine waited a moment before daring to open her eyes to face him again. She knew that her barely controlled lust would show in her expression as soon as she looked at him and she did not want to tempt either of them any further. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done to refuse this youngster's beautiful boyish body, but she had vowed to do it and she would keep her vow, no matter how hard it might be.
Keith's tongue nervously circled his lips as he stared hungrily at the exciting female body lying on the sand before him. He knew they were completely alone here on this secluded little beach, and he felt his temples pulsing madly with the force of his passionate need for her. His mind was filled with memories from yesterday afternoon as he stared at the up-thrust softness of her billowing milk-white breasts beading slightly with perspiration under the heat of the midday sun. He ached to take the swelling twin mounds into his fingers again, to pinch the bud-like nipples that were like red flags to a bull, before his impassioned eyes. His nostrils were full of the female scent of her, causing the now familiar cravings to spread throughout his body until his hardening penis grew and ached in his trousers with unbearable intensity. Suddenly, everything had disappeared from his thoughts except the agonizing demands of his maleness and the erotic feelings pulsing in his desperate loins, driving him boldly toward the irresistible temptation of Janine's lushly displayed body.
With a tiny moan of surrender, he suddenly reached down to dig his hands into the sand under her naked buttocks, cupping and massaging the firmly pliant flesh that was driving him mad with desire. Janine's body quivered and her eyes flew open in shocked surprise, but neither she nor the inflamed teenager had the strength to resist the sensual desires that were coursing through both their impassioned bodies.
"I ... I don't think we should do this, Keith," she murmured weakly as his head dipped down to draw one of her tenderly throbbing nipples into the hot moist shelter of his waiting mouth. At that moment, nothing seemed very important to Janine compared to the fiery need that was blazing deep in her heaving belly, and her head fell limply back onto the sand as she felt his fingers dancing over the tingling nakedness of her smoothly exposed thighs. Her breathing deepened as his hand slid brazenly between her opened legs to tease at the swelling lips of her moistly pouting vagina and she involuntarily reached out to struggle momentarily with the zipper of his pants, frantically searching for his erectly aroused cock.
"Oh, darling, that's so wonderful," Janine breathed softly as she felt his finger sliding up into the hot wet opening of her burning cunt, dipping between the warmly clasping walls until she wriggled her hips down to get more of the beautiful sensation. Probing through his underwear, her hand felt his nakedly erect penis and she gasped in surprised delight as she realized that it was hard and ready to satisfy her hungry loins. She gripped the burgeoning boy-cock tightly as a deeply pulsating glow of warmth began to spread throughout her churning loins and flood the area around her sensitively tautened clitoris.
"The house, Keith, let's go back to the house," she breathed thickly, her mind dazed by the obscene pleasure that was coursing through her veins. "Someone might come by and see us."
"I wouldn't worry about that, darling. I'm certain that no one would mind the sight of you like this one bit," a deep masculine voice said from somewhere behind them. "We certainly don't, do we, boys?"
CHAPTER SIX
Both Janine and Keith stiffened with horror, and the color drained from the beautiful blonde's face as she recognized the voice. Reluctantly she tore her eyes away from the rampant young penis she had pulled from the front of Keith's trousers and turned her head to look over her shoulder. As she had suspected Carl Harris stood only a few yards behind them and with him, two well-dressed, dark-haired boys whom she recognized as his two young wards from Portland.
"C-Carl, I don't know what-" Janine began haltingly, but her explanation was cut off by a breezy wave of Carl's hand as he turned to the two teenagers behind him.
"Boys, I'm sure you remember Mrs. Janine Woodall," he said calmly as though the fact that she was lying completely naked on the beach were nothing very unusual. "As you can probably tell, she's a very charming woman. I've asked her to marry me, but she obviously hasn't made up her mind quite yet."
Then turning back to the blushing woman on the sand, he grinned broadly. "Darling, you remember my wards, Birt and Paul. I knew you'd want to meet them right away and I see I couldn't have chosen a better time," he observed in a tone of cool amusement.
Janine felt her humiliation turn abruptly to fury.
How many times was this man going to make her feel like a fool before he would leave her alone, she wondered hotly? "Leave me alone, Carl Harris," she hissed. "Do you hear me? My life is none of your business."
"Now, darling, don't be shrewish," the older man chuckled. "I'm sure Keith wouldn't mind sharing you for just this one time." He looked questioningly at his auburn-haired nephew frozen on the sand beside the lovely divorcee, but the youngster was so stunned by the strange turn of events that he could do nothing but stare blankly back at his uncle.
"Good boy!" Carl smiled, then turned back to his nephews. "All right, you two. Get undressed. I told you we were going to have some fun today. Janine just loves little boys, so I'm certain we'll all have a good time."
"Wh-what are you doing?" the lewdly naked woman gasped fearfully. She stared in horror at the two tall slender dark-haired boys as they both started peeling off the light summer suits they wore. She watched speechless as jackets, shirts and ties were all neatly folded and placed in orderly piles on the sand, then cried out in dismay as she saw both boys reach for their buckles. "Carl, stop them! You can't do this to me. What you're doing is sick!"
Ignoring her outburst, he turned to the white-faced boy who still sat on the sand beside his girl friend. "Keith, did you think it was sick to fuck Mrs. Woodall?" he coolly inquired. "I'd imagine it would be rather pleasant."
"Oh, yes, Uncle Carl," the boy happily agreed. "Boy, it was the best thing in the world. I really liked it." Then, his. enthusiasm faded a little as he glanced over to the woman next to him. "But, maybe she doesn't want to do it with everybody. I mean, she doesn't seem to want to."
"Oh, don't worry," the older of the dark-haired boys spoke up for the first time. "Uncle Carl says that they all like it once they get started at it. He says you just have to get your cock in them and they'll go for anything."
"Marvelous, Birt," Carl said proudly. In an aside to Janine, he added, "Birt's seventeen and I've been teaching the boy the facts of life for several years now. Paul's a couple of years younger, but I'm certain you'll do a good job since this is his very first lesson."
The gorgeous older woman could do nothing but stare dazedly around her, futilely trying to cover her lushly swelling curves with her hands as she attempted to grasp what was happening to her. It was all too much for her to understand-Carl's conversation as he pulled apart everything she had ever believed in, the casual nonchalance of the two youngsters with him and worst of all, the admiring look that had shone in Keith's eyes as he listened to Birt's advice about sex. Was she going mad?
"Carl, you can't make me do this," she announced shakily. "If I simply get up and leave, you certainly can't force me to stay here."
"Oh, I might, darling," the handsome older man amiably advised her. "You see, it's just as Birt told Keith. The worst part is just getting it in. After that I'm certain you'll take the initiative."
"Oh, damn you!" she exclaimed angrily, rising to her feet hurriedly. "I-I'll lock you out of the house, all of you, before you ever touch me again." With that, she started to run across the small beach, the naked mounds of her cream-white breasts and buttocks quivering sensuously as she moved, but before she could travel even five yards, Carl's two wards, now naked as well, stepped resolutely into her path.
"Let me go!" she cried out fearfully as the younger boy's hand darted out to grab her arm. Then, before she could speak again, her breath was whipped away by the experienced touch of the other dark-haired youngster.
Carl smiled knowingly as he watched the beautiful blonde's determination flag as Birt's sensitive fingers traveled softly over her exposed flesh, pinching and teasing at all the most sensitive areas of her body until Janine gradually became limp in Paul's grip. He heard her murmur a few more feeble words of protest before he gestured to the boys to bring her back to where Keith was still sitting on the sand.
The totally surprised youngster had started to intervene when he'd seen his uncle's two foster sons grab Mrs. Woodall, but a firm hand on his shoulder had stopped him. He looked up into the reassuring eyes of his uncle, and knew immediately that this experienced older man must know what he was doing, even if Mrs. Woodall seemed reluctant at first. The fourteen year old didn't feel quite right about sharing her like Uncle Carl had said, but maybe he was just being selfish...
Janine felt like she was in a dream as she watched Carl carefully spreading her red and yellow towel on the sand at her feet, then felt Birt and Paul gently but firmly guiding her down onto the soft terry cloth. She knew now it would do no good to run and, worse yet, she wasn't sure she wanted to escape the cruel fate that the experienced older man had planned for her. She could not seem to tear her eyes away from the sight of the stiffly rigid shafts of boyish cock-flesh jutting out from the loins of Carl's two young wards, and she dully wondered if they would feel as good as Keith's hard young penis. Somewhere deep in her mind, she knew they might feel even better. Ashamed at her own weakness, she forced herself to gaze down at the towel upon which she was now sitting. This had to be a joke, she tried to reassure herself. Carl must simply want to punish her for teasing him all this time. He and the boys would probably torture her for a few moments longer, then leave. Surely he wouldn't actually...
"Have you ever eaten pussy, Keith?" she dimly heard the older man asking the boy beside her.
"No ... I didn't know how," the auburn-haired youngster hesitantly admitted. "But I was going to try it today. And maybe get her to suck my cock."
"Good possibility, son," Carl nodded. "However, right now, we'll see if Birt really has learned his lessons well enough to give you other boys an exhibition."
"Yeah, Keith, he can show us, 'cause I've never done it either," Paul chimed in excitedly, his slim-featured young face lighting up in a smile of lewd delight. "This is going to be really good!"
Janine was in a state of shock as she saw the slender older youth kneel down in front of her towel, a self-confident smile on his handsome face. Had her sweet and innocent Keith really said those grossly foul things she had just heard? It seemed impossible that the boys she knew could ever have thought such filth and now they were going to make her part of a demonstration, like a dumb animal in a scientific laboratory. It was too humiliating to believe and for a moment she considered trying to run away once more before she realized they would only catch her again. Janine wondered if it would do her any good to try to reason with Carl, then decided it would only make her situation worse. She remembered his sadistic seduction yesterday evening and the great glee the older man seemed to derive from her embarrassment. No, arguing would only make matters worse, and she wanted to end this ordeal as soon as she could.
"Wow, just think, Mrs. Woodall might really suck my cock!" she heard Keith Lyle enthuse as the auburn-haired youngster rose to his feet to stand beside Paul Darby, callously deserting her to the older man's inhuman plans. "I was playing with myself last night just thinking about stuff like that!"
"Yes, but first we've got to get her a little excited," Carl gently reminded the excited teenager. "That's the first rule. Never be too selfish about fucking."
As she listened to the conversation taking place around her, Janine tried to speak but couldn't. Her words knotted in her throat and she could barely catch her breath. A numbing sense of helplessness had overtaken her as she listened to the vile foulness spewing from the lips of the confident males standing above her.
As a last resort, the trapped divorcee gazed into the excitedly leering face of the boy crouching at her feet, her tear-wet eyes pleading for mercy. But Birt was too busy pulling her legs apart on the towel, arranging her limbs so that all of them could see the tender, hair-framed lips of her defenseless vagina, to pay any attention to her misery. With a tiny groan of despair, the lovely blonde fell back on the towel. There was nothing she could do now to save herself, no way to escape. She was physically outnumbered by the boys and their cruel mentor, trapped as well by her own guilt about first seducing young Keith. She lay passive as she felt Birt's fingers begin to move more and more demandingly over the rounded smoothness of her quaking thighs and the heaving mounds of her breasts, twisting and kneading the vulnerable flesh as the others watched with unquenchable fascination.
"All right, Birt, that's enough playing around," Carl announced. "Let's show these two boys how to get the lady's pussy really steamed up."
Janine trembled with dread as the dark-haired youngster grasped her wide-splayed thighs and pulled her hips down closer to him on the beach towel. She moaned softly in a half-daze of horror and humiliation as her body slid unresistingly toward her tormentor, her legs collapsing outward in obscene angles on either side of his slim naked body. Above her, she could see the other two youngsters staring hungrily down at her, their eager eyes feasting on the sight of her voluptuous contours curving out at the hips and shoulders from her tiny narrow waist, her breasts jutting proudly into the summer sunlight like two tiny mountains of plush white cream on a field of tan.
For a moment, she had an urge to look back at them in defiance, but it was pointless now she knew. These boys were all puppets under Carl's sadistic control, all too young and inexperienced to understand the terrible crime they were committing on her defenseless body. If only she had never succumbed to Keith's virginal attractions, she thought wearily, if only she could have learned to put aside her silly pride and accept Carl's lewd propositions while she still had her dignity it might have been difficult at first, but anything would have been better than the humiliation she was experiencing now.
She closed her eyes in misery as she felt Birt's hand dancing lightly over the sensitive flesh of her exposed inner thighs. A slightly uncontrollable tremor of excitement rippled through her at the boy's gentle touch, but she angrily vowed to herself that, this time, she would not surrender to the erotic sensations the boys might produce in her naked body. On the sand around her, she could hear Carl and the two other youngsters whispering excitedly and she wondered dully how long it would be before they were finished with her.
Crouched between Janine's sun-bronzed, widespread thighs, Birt Coleman gazed down at the lush mature beauty of the older woman's body lying limply before him in defenseless offering. His handsome face glowed with pride that his foster father had chosen him to show the other boys one of the best parts of sex, and he motioned the others closer to the beach towel so that they could watch every movement. Neither Paul nor Keith had ever seen anything like this before and he wanted to do everything exactly right, just as he had seen his worldly-wise "Uncle Carl" do it once before. Birt's teenage balls were already tingling with almost uncontrollable desire, but he knew that they would all get to fuck the beautiful woman before the afternoon was over. The first thing he wanted to do was make her beg to be fucked, just like that other woman had done when Uncle Carl first taught him to lick a woman's cunt.
Smiling confidently up at the two boys crowding ever closer to the striped beach towel, Birt placed his palms flat against the inside of Janine's wide-splayed thighs, his thumbs resting on the fleshy pink flanges of her defenseless cunt. The frightened divorcee could see him hunched on all fours down between her legs, staring at her anxious face between her proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey about to pounce on its helpless victim. The spontaneously moistened split of her naked pussy was presented up to his grinning face in defenseless sacrifice and she lay frozen on the beach, her humiliation complete as she watched the boy's tongue slowly circle his lips in nervous preparation for the ravishment about to take place.
Janine's body had begun to tremble violently. Her thoughts went back to her wedding night when Larry had tried to kiss her there between her legs and she had pushed him away, tearfully protesting that it was wrong and dirty to do such a thing. But now, since Carl's seduction of her the day before, she knew how it felt to have the softness of a man's lips and tongue caressing her most sensitive area. It was wrong, she knew, evil and unnatural and yet, she had already sunk so far into the depths of degradation that she could not quite suppress a little thrill of excitement at the knowledge that another handsome male was poised between her open thighs, ready to plunder her involuntarily proffered pussy in a way she had known only once before.
With his thumbs placed firmly over the soft, hair-covered lips of her waiting vagina, Birt began a slow torturing outward movement of his hands, drawing the fleshy pink flanges steadily apart until the moist, coral-hued slit below was exposed to the gazes of the other boys who stood watching. They stared greedily at it for a moment until with a low animal-like groan of delight, Birt dropped his head and buried the full length of his tongue lizard-like up into the warm throbbing confines of Janine's openly presented vagina.
The beautiful older woman jerked, a breathless moan escaping from deep in her throat. As shocks of exquisite pleasure rippled crazily through her body, she ground her buttocks down into the towel, instinctively trying to escape the maddening assault on her. obscenely skewered cunt.
"Oh, God! Ooooooooh, oooooooooh!" she breathed despairingly before the boy's sudden attack. Her head lifted off the towel and she stared in undisguised horror at the sight of the youngster's dark head wedged between her lewdly parted thighs. All her old fears suddenly came rushing back into her mind and she knew that if she succumbed to the tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure already purling up through the depths of her belly she would never be able to face herself again.
"Carl, please ... please, make him stop it!" she whimpered up to the still dressed older man who stood a few feet away. But the dark-haired man only shook his head at her distress, knowing her reluctance was only a false mask that was being relentlessly torn from her by the irresistible persuasion of his young ward's lips and tongue.
"Oh, no ... oh, no ... oh, no," she chanted over and over again to herself as her head fell back onto the towel. She couldn't let herself surrender to the delightful tongue that was spearing mercilessly in and out between the involuntarily clasping walls of her trembling cunt and yet, she could feel the excitement building in her body until it felt like her nerve ends were all exploding into tiny bonfires of illicit lust.
Between her cringing thighs, as his mouth and tongue worked unceasingly at the widespread tightness of the beautiful older woman's moistening cunt, Birt gazed up at Janine's face through the valley between the quivering white mounds of her heaving breasts. He saw her elbows begin to press tightly against her sides as the tension within her grew almost unendurable while her firmly rounded breasts danced sensuously from the buffeting her lower body was undergoing. With increasing arrogance, the youngster reached up over the undulating flatness of her belly and began to knead her up-thrust breasts, his fingers rolling the rigidly hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. He was waiting-waiting for the first sure sign of surrender that he knew would come from the unwilling older woman at any second.
Janine's hands dug into the sandy beach around her and she fought to stifle the moan she felt building inexorably in her chest. She could feel the boy sucking harder, drawing the soft warm folds of her vagina deep into the working cavern of his mouth as his tongue flicked teasingly over the quiveringly distended bud of her tiny clitoris. Her fear was being gradually replaced by a mounting passion that was throbbing more and more insistently through her defenseless genitals, and she suddenly found it hard to remember that she was being forced to participate in a vicious sex party by a sadistic older man and the young boys he controlled so easily. A low sigh finally escaped her lips as she felt Birt's tongue slide maddeningly up and down the entire length of her open pussy-crevice.
In the small group that surrounded the gaily striped towel on the deserted beach, the tension was almost electric and each of the teenagers smiled in relief as they heard the soft sound of surrender emanating from between the lips of the beautiful older woman lying on the sand. Even Carl, standing coolly aloof from the boyish excitement of the three youngsters, had moved a little closer, nodding in satisfaction. He knew her resistance had been completely shattered now, that she was too far gone to fight anything they might want to do with her, and his mind began to dream up weird erotic pictures of the things they would do together when she finally gave up the last of her ridiculous morals. For a moment he had thought that perhaps this last lesson he had prepared for the woman he loved might be too much, but now he knew he had been right. Obviously the taste he had given Janine yesterday of mature sex had not satisfied her desire for youth well, if that was what she thought she wanted, he would provide her with a complete full-course meal!
Birt basked in the admiration of the other boys as he worked hungrily over the hotly pulsating flesh of the divorcee's surrendering cunt, his tongue thrusting and withdrawing, plunging into her again and again, making a lewd wet sluicing sound with each forceful lunge. Her little cries began to lengthen out to one long continuous moan of pleasure as his hot tongue teased at the tiny knob of her erectly sensitive clitoris. His face dug deeper into the warm crevice and his mouth sucked and teased at it gleefully, pinching it lightly with the sharp tips of his teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks below him in a wanton dance of unleashed desire.
"Oooooh, yes, oooooh, yes," she sang deliriously, her body and mind completely lost to the whirlpools of sensation that arose from the delicious sucking of her shameless loins. Birt grinned in triumphant satisfaction as he felt her thigh muscles hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks in an exhibition of wild untamed animal lust that was unlike anything either of the other boys had ever seen before. Her soft cunt flowered open wider and wider, her moistness increasing with each second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched slit. The fragrant wetness of her passion began to run in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's sweating cheeks pressed tightly against the clenching warmth of her thighs warmly enclosing his face and down the inside of her tensely working loins into the splayed crevice of her buttocks.
Birt could sense that his uncle's gorgeous girl friend was almost ready to cum. The wildly abandoned tempo of her grinding hips told him it was time to drive the warmly throbbing walls of her cunt rippling tightly around his fiery hardness until they both exploded with ecstasy. He wanted her cries to drown out the sound of the wind in the pines and he wanted to shoot his cum into her until she couldn't take any more. His erect young cock tingled with anticipation as he worked at her responding pussy with his relentlessly sucking mouth. Then he could stand it no longer. He had to fuck her now and quick! He pulled his face away from the warm wet folds of her quivering cunt and looked beseechingly up at his uncle standing nearby in the white sand.
As Carl nodded a smiling assent to the teenager's mute plea, Janine suddenly realized the boy's ministrations had stopped, and her eyes opened wide in frustration and shock. Above her, she saw the naked dark-haired youth hovering uncertainly over her body and she threw her arms around his neck, trying to pull him down to her. She had been so close, so agonizingly close to an orgasm, and now she desperately ground her inflamed buttocks down into the beach in an attempt to ease the passion that was blazing out of control in her seething vagina. Suddenly forgotten was all her guilt and her humiliation at the cruel trick Carl had played on her. The feeling of young Birt's mouth and tongue working over her throbbing pussy had filled her with a desire more intense than she would ever have believed possible before this day. She didn't know why, but it was better than what had happened yesterday with Keith or Carl ... it was exquisitely better than anything she had undergone before in her entire life. Now she only wanted to complete the experience, to achieve the orgasm that would soothe the burning need racking her entire body. But still the boy leaned over her writhing form as though he were waiting for something.
"Please ... hurry," she finally gasped, using all her strength to drag him down on to her tortured body.
Above her, the dark-haired youngster smiled triumphantly at her words. He remembered how the same thing had happened with the woman Uncle Carl had sucked in front of him, and he gleefully asked, "Please what?"
"Please, do it to me!" Janine cried, not caring what she must sound like. "I need it! Please, do it to me now!"
"What do you want?" he repeated, savoring her complete submission. With a delighted smile at his own cleverness, he demanded, "Fuck or suck?"
For the first time, the beautiful older woman realized that the teenage boy was toying with her, teasing her while she went almost out of her mind with desire. For a moment she hesitated, holding back her words just for spite, but the youngster reached down and ran his finger up and down the wet tingling length of her aching cunt. Quaking at the unbearably beautiful sensation that seared her frazzled nerve ends, Janine gasped, "Fuck! Fuck me!"
Birt glowed with pride as he saw his foster father's eyes sparkling with amusement. The youngster knew he couldn't hold back much longer, but he couldn't resist one last triumph. "Beg me," he persisted. "Beg me to fuck you."
"Oh, no, I can't. Please don't make me," she moaned, trembling with frustrated revulsion at the idea.
"Okay," he shrugged and, turning his head so she couldn't see, he winked up at the others. "If you don't want it, I'll leave. We'll all go."
Janine felt a momentary sense of relief at his words, but then suddenly understood that they were all going to leave her alone with the passion that had already taken imperious command of her body. What could she do? As she lay under the blazing summer sun, all her scruples and fears faded in the bright heat of her need so that now all she wanted was a cock, a big hard cock to quench the burning desire that had turned her naked body into a loose bundle of raw nerves she was helpless to control.
"No, don't go," she gasped, grabbing the arm of the dark-haired boy who had started to move away from between her legs. "Please-p-please fuck me, Birt, I'm begging you for God's sake, fuck me!"
As the other youngsters whooped victoriously, Janine knew her humiliation and degradation were completed. Now that she had said the lewd and obscene words that she had barely dared think before, she doubted she would ever be the same again. For just once in her life, she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew were right and now she was no better than a whore, a filthy slut off the street who sold her body to teenage boys!
"Okay, Birt," Paul crowed exultantly down to his older compatriot. "Now give it to her! Stuff it up her belly until she can taste it!"
Keith laughed nervously at the other boy's words. Until she had begged, he had still not been certain if he shouldn't help Mrs. Woodall get away from Uncle Carl and his two wards, but now Keith saw that she really was liking it as much as they had said she would. At first, he had been a little hurt that she would enjoy another boy that much, but then he started to remember some of the stories some of the other boys at school had told him about orgies. Keith knew for sure that none of his schoolmates had ever been to a real orgy and it made him proud to be the first person he knew ever to have done anything so wildly exciting. He looked admiringly from Birt to Paul, wishing his life could be as exciting as theirs obviously were. But his envy was short-lived, for he was too interested in what was happening before his naive gaze to pay attention to anything else for long.
Beside him, Paul's eyes glowed in anticipation. It had been different when Uncle Carl had just been telling him and Birt what it was like to fuck a woman, then lying in bed at night pretending his hands were the same thing as a woman's soft wet cunt. Now he had a real woman stretched out in front of his eyes, naked so that he could see and do anything he wanted to her. It was all he could stand to think that he was actually going to watch her get fucked by Birt, then fuck her himself. He remembered how excited he had been when Uncle Carl had first told them his plan at the train station. At the time, Paul had been a little jealous of Keith, the same age as himself, who had got the beautiful older woman without anybody's help, but now the dark-haired boy was thinking that he couldn't wait for Uncle Carl's nephew to tell him how he got her the first time.
Poised between Janine's hungrily flailing thighs, Birt Coleman watched her for a moment, his eyes widening as he realized he had made this fantastic older woman wild with desire. Then he knew that he could wait no longer. With a low groan of lust, he grabbed her wide-splayed legs behind the knees and shoved them up onto her chest, slithering up her sweat-soaked body at the same time. His gleaming, stone-hard cock brushed thrillingly against her wetly matted pubic hair as he planted his hands solidly on either side of Janine's shoulders, locking her ankles tightly behind his neck.
The oldest boy looked down the length of his body at the sight of her openly hungry pussy, the hair-lined slit visibly throbbing as he forced the wet lips wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pushing tightly outward against hers. He could see the lovely blonde straining her hips upward but the weight of his body held her away from the cock she wanted so desperately. Tantalizing himself for just a moment longer, he let the jerking head of his poised penis rest between her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down in a maddening tease that caused her to twist wildly in an attempt to catch it, her starving cunt searching feverishly for its hard, blood-filled tip.
Janine barely remembered what had happened to her to place her in this compromising position, naked and surrounded by lustily panting youngsters. The only thing she knew for certain was that the hot pointed tongue had ceased its fiery ministrations to the wetly trembling crevice between her thighs-and just as she had been on the verge of a beautiful climax. Now the tender sensitive flesh that had been so gloriously laved by Birt's lips and tongue a few moments before felt terribly empty, a burning hole in her being that begged to be filled. There was no excuse for her mindless passion at that moment, surrounded as she was by the leering young boys and the man who had so cruelly tricked her, but she did not care about reasons anymore. It had felt to good and now she was teetering on the edge of a breathtaking climax, perhaps the greatest one of her life.
"Aaaaaaah," she suddenly breathed in a rapture of relief as she felt Birt's hands gripping her hips, pulling her pelvis upward so he could slowly slip the rock-hard length of his frantically pulsing cock up into the tight hot walls of her wildly contracting cunt. Janine had never acted so shamelessly wanton before in her life, but she didn't even think about that now. The boy's tongue had ignited the seething lust streak in her and now her helplessly aroused body trembled and shook before the welcome assault on her innermost being. She thrust her ass-cheeks up toward him as she felt her thighs and buttocks being swept apart by the stone-hard penis suddenly tunneling up into her hungrily clasping pussy. His sperm-swollen balls bounced wildly against the taut moons of her buttocks as his cock-tip reached her cervix, then he jerked his hips back to ram the entire length of his rampantly surging penis up into her belly once more.
"Wow, look at her go," Paul said wonderingly from above. "She really loves it, doesn't she, Keith?"
The auburn-haired youngster was too involved in watching the spectacular exhibition to do anything but nod dumbly. It was almost as exciting to watch Mrs. Woodall fucking as it was to fuck her, he thought enthusiastically as he unconsciously began to stroke the slender pulsing cock that still jutted straight out from his fly, as Janine had left it when she and her young lover were discovered.
Kneeling over the blonde older woman's quivering form, Birt began to fuck in and out of her with smooth penetrating strokes that sent cries and groans of delight tumbling from her lips. Standing over her nakedly impaled form on the beach towel, the other boys and Carl could hear the wet sucking sounds of the in and out fucking motions as the abandoned blonde bucked back against the seventeen year old, taking his boyish cock as far as it would go up in her moistly heated passage. The impassioned dark-haired boy could barely keep himself back and forth along the length of his throbbing pulsing penis, the delicate walls of her secret female muscles hidden inside her cunt nibbling hungrily at the inflamed head of his burgeoning cock. Looking down between them, the youngster could view how the pink inner lips of her moist vagina pulled reluctantly away each time his shaft withdrew, then hungrily devoured the long gleaming rod again when he thrust his hips back down toward her, until her soft golden pubic hair entangled with his own dark thatch. The sight of this lewd phenomenon made him almost explode his load, but he tried desperately to follow Uncle Carl's advice that it was better to wait as long as he possibly could.
Janine moaned continuously in incoherent rapture beneath the laboring youth, the warm wet walls of her lubricated vagina clasping tightly around the stiff pole that raced madly in and out of the depths of her heaving belly. With each forceful downward stroke the teenager made, she strained back up at him, arching her back to take every inch of Birt's fiery swelling penis into her starving cunt. Her movements became steadily more frantic as she started to strain for the sensation peak that was again so very near.
Then suddenly, as she sensed her body building toward her climax like a human time bomb about to explode, she felt the cock fucking into her seething cunt begin to throb and inflate. Panic filled her at the idea that the boy might cum before she too was ready and she churned her buttocks up against Birt's loins, trying to absorb every last atom of sensation from his lovely skewering before it all ended. She felt her thighs being pushed wider apart and her ass-cheeks being forced back down into the towel from the strength of Birt's last fervent thrust as the teenager shoved his hotly pistoning cock as deep as it would go up inside her desperate belly.
Janine moaned in frustration as she felt the boiling sperm flooding hotly up into her. It had been too soon she was almost there, her climax just a hair's breadth away. She strained desperately for it, but the dark-haired youth's deflating cock was already slipping wetly from her drenched cunt, letting gushes of cool waterside breeze come rushing into mocking contact with the burning opening between her up-thrust buttocks.
"Wow! She's really wild, just like you said she'd be," the spent youngster panted up at his uncle as he climbed off the towel with a satisfied grin. "I guess I did a good job, because she really liked it."
But the confident expression on his face faded as he realized that Janine's body was still writhing insanely on the beach towel, her wriggling buttocks grinding madly downward in an effort to quench the fires that still blazed unabated in her steaming loins.
"Don't worry, Birt," Janine was vaguely aware of hearing Carl's voice comforting the boy. "She just wants a little more, that's all. And we're going to give her a cock she's never going to forget. I think this one will take care of her all right."
"Yes, please," the beautiful blonde woman murmured dazedly. "Please fuck me ... hurry!" She had been on the edge of an orgasm for so long now that her cunt felt like a blazing cavern as it twitched like a nerve out of control. Her muscles felt so tense that she was dimly afraid they might tear from the strain if someone didn't help her get release right away.
Then suddenly, she gasped and held her breath. The three boys who were standing around the beach towel on which she lay had moved away and standing at her feet was Carl Harris, completely naked, his brown muscular body gleaming in the brilliant Oregon summer sun. Her eyes traveled down his strong torso and her cries died in her throat as her startled gaze locked on what seemed to her the gigantically erect cock that reared out from his flat belly like a third arm with a huge pair of fists balled between his thighs. The fleshy adult pole seemed so large that she couldn't believe it at first. Then it jerked before her horrified eyes, and she cringed fearfully back onto the beach towel. Were they all like this? the incredulous blonde asked herself as she realized it had been twelve years since she'd seen a full grown man's penis.
"This has made quite a hit with quite a few young ladies, darling," Carl announced coolly. "I think you'll find it can satisfy you where the younger boys can't."
At the sound of the taunting words, his humiliated girl friend jerked her eyes away from the sight of his thickly distended penis and stared around at the faces of the boys who stood watching from a respectful distance. Her body was still hungrily demanding more excitement, but her mind was still rational enough to realize what was about to happen to her defenseless body. She drew her legs tightly together against the danger of the blood-engorged, menacing cock, her terror bubbling uncontrollably out of her.
"Carl, you can't do this to me," she whispered weakly. "You can't. My God, you'll kill me. Y-you must be crazy. No woman could take a thing like that."
"You'd be surprised, darling," Carl smilingly assured her. "Many, many women have."
"Oh, no," she moaned, closing her eyes to blot out the sight of the leering young faces closing in around her once again to get a better view of the unbelievable ravishment about to take place before them. Following Carl Harris' softly murmured instructions, Paul and Keith, now completely naked too, squatted down and grasped each of Janine's slender ankles, pulling her legs far apart. The delicate coral slit nestled in the tantalizing blonde forest of her pubic hair flowered into full view of the young spectators while even exhausted Birt strained closer to get a better view of the struggling woman's moistly throbbing pussy. Unable to restrain himself any longer, young Paul reached up to pinch quickly at the full white mounds of Janine's breasts, digging his fingers hungrily into the soft flesh for a moment, then nervously withdrawing his hand before his foster father became annoyed.
Carl grinned in amusement at the boys' excitement, then quickly lowered himself between the blonde divorcee's widespread thighs. Janine shook her head back and forth in dazed horror, then her face twisted in anguish as the two boys holding her ankles raised them up over her body until her toes were digging into the sand above her head. As Carl nodded his approval to the two youngsters, Janine groaned despairingly. Every muscle in her body felt as though it were being stretched beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her luscious, hair-framed vagina was offered up to the nakedly kneeling man in defenseless sacrifice. It was his to plunder at will.
Carl stared down at the beautiful naked woman he had waited so long to possess and his dark eyes gleamed as his lips slowly bared back over his teeth in undisguised lust. As if to taunt her even more, he wrapped his hands around his immense jerking cock and began to stroke it in greedy preparation for the assault upon the vulnerably uptilted cunt before him. His muscular suntanned body swayed slightly on his knees like a deadly cobra poised and ready to strike at its cringing victim, and the glistening purplish skin on the head of his threatening cock shone menacingly in the sunlight. The giggling and whispering boys assembled around the beach towel suddenly hushed as Carl shuffled forward slowly on his knees, his pelvis and bulging cock thrust out before him, the great shaft of rigid cock-flesh bouncing slightly as he moved.
Janine peered fearfully up through her wide-split thighs, her blue eyes wide with undisguised horror as she watched Carl advancing relentlessly toward the defenseless upturned crevice between her legs. She could not tear her eyes away from the frightening instrument that was only a second away from ripping into her quaking body in a vicious rape. The mere sight of the monstrous weapon paralyzed her with fear.
Suddenly, without any further warning, the leering middle-aged man jerked his hips back and Janine found herself lifting her pelvis upward as though she were under some sort of subconscious command, searching with her still-inflamed cunt for the thick swollen cock that was about to tear her belly asunder. The awestruck youngsters crowded closer and closer as the great bulging head found the narrowly pulsating cuntal opening and hesitated for a moment while her pussy tentatively nibbled at the encroaching invader. Then, the muscles of Carl's buttocks tightened as he lifted himself high into the air above the captive woman. The blunt-nosed, flaring head slowly poised itself over the wide-stretched opening of Janine's vaginal orifice and then, with a sharp flick of his hips, the older man forced in the chunky, blood-filled head stretching the soft enclosure almost to the bursting point.
"Aaaaaaaaaggghh!" Janine groaned, rolling her head insanely from side to side at the pain of the cruel intrusion.
"Patience, darling," Carl urged. "You'll get used to it in time."
The handsome man flexed his buttocks again and the wetly encased head submerged itself another torturous inch. The struggling woman tried desperately to kick free of the punishing impalement, but eager young hands held her ankles tightly against the sand above her head.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeese, nooooooooo! Carl, it's too big!" she mewled plaintively, certain that she was being slit wide apart. The pain was agonizing, coursing through her cruelly stretched body as the watching youngsters hovered over her, their faces within inches of her straining flesh. Dizzy with the pain of the relentless impalement, she was only vaguely aware of hands reaching out to clutch and squeeze at her breasts and fingers traveling over every part of her body until it felt as though she were covered with tiny insects, seeking to enter her every pore.
"Carl, noooooo..." she sobbed, half-hysterical with fear, tears gushing out from under the fluttering lashes of her unseeing eyes.
The older man stared speculatively down at the sobbing struggling woman as though trying to decide what he should do, then with a determined nod he suddenly plunged forward with a crushing thrust of his hips that drove his achingly stiffened cock deep into her tightly resisting passage, pushing great waves of rippling pink flesh before it.
Janine trembled and shook as her boy friend's so-long-desired member tore heedlessly into her vagina, searching for her inner organs as it drove deeper and deeper up into the untouched recesses of her belly. It felt as though it were about to burst through her throat and out of her mouth if it didn't stop soon. But still the huge throbbing organ continued to plow into her, shattering her consciousness with overwhelming waves of depraved sensuality. Her mind seemed to be fading away until there was nothing left in the world but this filling, lust-swollen shaft tunneling ferociously into her narrow inexperienced channel.
Suddenly it stopped. With a brain-rattling jolt, Carl's pelvis thudded heavily against the stretched half-moons of her splayed buttocks and his sperm-bloated testicles slapped smartly against her parted ass-crevice. The unbelievable shaft of hard penis muscle lay embedded to the hilt in Janine's tortured cunt, filling every part of her insides.
Carl held still above the blonde divorcee for a moment until the groaning woman could adjust to the unaccustomed presence of the full thick cock planted in her belly. He watched her face as the pain-twisted muscles began a slow relaxation, the tightly gnashed teeth opening slightly in surprise as her inhumanly stretched vaginal passage grew gradually accustomed to the hard invading spear of pulsing cock-flesh. At last, her eyes opened slowly and she stared up at his face, still speechless with shock.
"Now, aren't you sorry you've been such a silly prude, darling?" he asked her softly, still not moving over her impaled body. "Look what you've been missing."
Janine could barely believe her ears. After humiliating her thoroughly and then raping her with his big swollen penis, Carl actually expected her to tell him she was enjoying the horrible ordeal. She stared furiously up at him for a moment, then snapped, "You...,you're no better than Larry! Another cruel sadistic sex maniac. Now, will you please do whatever you're going to do and let me go-aaaaaaggh!"
The lovely blonde cringed and gasped as she felt Carl flex the head of his turgid cock deep in her belly, causing a new series of pains to shoot through her as his swelling organ jerked up another half-inch inside her tortured pussy.
"That's what you get when you're bitchy, darling," he coolly advised her. "You see, unlike Larry Woodall, I'm not going to let you run away. You're going to like it, Janine, if we have to hold you captive on this beach for the next two years!"
She was just about to retort when she felt him flex again, and then again. At first she groaned, her teeth re-clenching and her body stiffening with the agony of the pitiless intrusion. Then Carl began to grin broadly as her cries of protest gradually grew softer as her throbbing passage miraculously became more and more adjusted to the ensconced thickness. The older man began a slow gyrating motion with his pelvis, grinding his liberally blood-swollen penis into her defenseless vagina, stretching the still cringing walls until the slickened instrument fit in the sheath of her cunt like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder.
The three young boys, crouched around the lewdly coupled pair in the sand, stared lustfully at the spectacle of the moistly buried weapon, amazed that the tiny hole they had seen before could have swallowed the whole of the burgeoning male member. Janine felt a smooth youthful hand start to rub obscenely over the full twin moons of her skewered buttocks. Another boy's fingers pulled curiously at the wide-stretched fleshy lips that clamped so tightly around the broad base of Carl's deeply imbedded cock, then slipped downward under the balls dangling at her tiny puckered anus to flirt teasingly with the sensitive opening like another flicking tongue. She winced and jerked involuntarily as the finger paused and then suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring, worming deep up into the spongy tender flesh inside. Tiny bursts of protest broke from her lips at this final indignity, but the finger dug in relentlessly, expanding the wrinkled aperture until the palm of the unidentified hand lay flat against her ass-cheeks, the entire finger solidly implanted inside her throbbing rectal tunnel.
Futile though she knew her efforts were, Janine tried to twist free of the obscenely skewering finger. Her vaginal passage felt stretched and torn beyond all possible repair, and now this dual ravishing of her loins with a boy's probing wiggling finger buried deep in her rectum made her feel all the more degraded and used. She tried to stir as she felt the initial pain easing with the stillness of her body, but the lust-incited youth twisted his finger evert more harshly, stretching and expanding her violated anal passage until Janine thought it would split from the almost unbearable pressure. She watched in angry helplessness as Keith reached out to cup her naked breast, teasing and pulling at its proud round firmness until it seemed it would burst any minute from the boy's fascinated manipulations.
Kneeling over Janine's jackknifed, trembling form, Carl began a regular sawing motion in and out of his beautiful girl friend's moistly stretched cunt with lengthy plunging strokes. His nostrils flared as he thrust forward masterfully from the apex of each withdrawal and battered her beleaguered body back down into the sand with every new stroke. The panting older man slipped his hands down to the rounded curves of her hips, holding them tight as he insinuated the aching thickness of his monstrously engorged cock up into the warm soft sheath of her enclosing vagina as though he were thrusting his member into a tiny greased kidskin glove. The finger in her anus joined the hotly pistoning cock to form a rhythmic fucking team that wrung groans of pain and gasps of pleasure in measured mixed cadence from her slackly parted lips.
The angry humiliation and agonizing pain she had felt only a few minutes before was suddenly fading rapidly and, in their place, an odd sensation of tingling excitement was beginning to flow through Janine's captive body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation she had experienced that afternoon had begun to build to a strange masochistic enjoyment that was seizing insidious control of her mind and body, making her forget everything but the lovely feeling of being fucked half to death by a big strong man. Her buttocks began to rotate experimentally with her first attempt at movement since the torturous impalement and then, feeling no pain, she allowed herself to follow the rhythm of the tireless cock and finger fucking into her, grinding her hips upward with increasing speed to match the movements of the man above her. The boys around her still reached out to pinch and knead at her heaving white flesh, driving Janine to even greater heights of passionate fervor.
"Oh, Carl, fuck me ... fuck me, fuck me," she crooned, squirming her body lustfully to meet the crawling hands and fingers clutching at her tingling flesh. Her eyes opened and she gazed up into the older man's face in blurred ecstasy. On every side of her she could see a boy crouching on the sand, each one holding his hard cock, stroking himself in time to the pistoning penis fucking into her pulsating cunt and the unknown finger drubbing ceaselessly into her clenching rectum like another little penis. She was a prisoner, surrounded by lovely hard cocks and she had lost her will to be free. She was lost, almost unconscious with delight at the merciless assaults on her shameless cunt and anus, strapped between their slamming battering strokes like a trapped animal.
"Oh, God, don't stop! Don't ever stop! Fuck me, fuck me!" she moaned huskily into the air, rotating her upturned ass-cheeks faster and faster to keep pace with the two pistons of penis and finger pummeling into her loins like a satanic fucking machine. Her entire being was centered around those two skewering rods and nothing else was important no shame, no fear, nothing in the world but the pulsating reality of the tantalizing hardness riveting into her hotly steaming furrow. She groaned inwardly as Carl continued to sway her lust-driven body back and forth below him, using her captive form as a receptacle into which he would soon pump his boiling sperm. She was no longer able to think or feel and, in a near trance-like state, she no longer even felt human but rather like a great mass of quivering pussy-flesh created just for this moment.
But then the very helplessness of her situation flickered through her mind again and the very humiliation of being buffeted mercilessly began to excite her even more. She imagined what she must look like, here on the open beach, being fucked by a naked man and watched by three drooling naked boys. The strange mental image incited her, and she began to squeeze her abused cunt muscles around the indefatigable phallic pole burrowing into her tortured loins. She was slowly being overcome by the strangest feeling of her life she wanted Carl and the three boys to use her body, to use it in any lewdly perverted manner they desired. After all, she deserved it for seducing poor young Keith, and now she was getting her proper punishment and strangely loving it. She wanted to feel Carl's cock exploding as he filled her belly with his sticky hot cum. Drunk on the weird masochistic excitement that was suddenly surging through her veins, Janine's clasping cunt sucked hungrily at the cock hammering into her. She wanted it to erupt inside her, she wanted to feel the creamy warmth of the boiling sticky juices as they shot viciously into her recklessly abused body.
Above her, Carl was building toward the end. He began to thrust up into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her upturned buttocks. His hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing the satiny soft flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his clenching fingers. His breath became hoarse and labored and his handsome face transformed into a grotesque mask of lust. He looked down at the lovely blonde's responsively careening body and the sight of the woman he loved being thoroughly fucked by his lurching penis sent chills racing up his spine.
"Golly, look at them go!" young Paul cried tremulously from his position beside the beach towel. His hand was tightly wrapped around his own rock-hard cock and he stroked it madly up and down as he stared excitedly at the orgiastic spectacle before him.
Gazing awe-struck from his vantage point on the other side of the writhing sideshow, Kevin nodded dumbly. He too was rubbing his hand up and down the hard length of his throbbingly erect penis and he secretly wished that he and the beautiful blonde had finished what she'd started before the others had shown up.
Even Birt had withdrawn his finger from the blonde's anus to pump excitedly on his own re-aroused penis.
Janine had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her entire life and yet every moment seemed to bring her closer to a brain-shattering orgasm. She sucked in her breath and wriggled her buttocks wildly as her peak approached. There was nothing else in the world now but pleasing Carl and the boys as well as her beautiful body could and wallowing obscenely in her own pleasure at the same time.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her own climax, she felt Carl's insistently burgeoning cock fucking into her seething vagina begin to jerk and inflate! She felt her thighs and buttocks being swept apart as he drove powerfully into her, shoving his forceful instrument as far as it could go up into her belly to spew his white-hot charge into her wildly constricting cunt. The blonde humped back on it violently as she felt the thick milky fluid flooding hotly up into her dilated womb, filling it until she thought she would burst, then dribbling back out between the hair-covered lips of her cunt, jammed up against the older man's loins. His bloated testicles slapped maddeningly against her anus, causing her to jerk spasmodically as he hurried his pistoning shaft in her wildly sucking orifice to the very hilt.
Janine skewered her buttocks up tight against her boy friend's exploding cock and, with a moan from between clenched teeth, she felt her own body explode in a great burst of showering stars, racking her entire being with an agonizing ecstasy that sent her brain whirling to a new dimension! Never before in her life had she been the beneficiary of such sheer overwhelming bliss! The climactic pinnacle of her desire seemed never-ending, and as she was swept by wave after wave of unbearably violent spasms, she wondered how she could have existed for so long without the tremendously fulfilling experience which she was undergoing at this very moment. And then, suddenly, her strength was exhausted and she slipped down on the towel as Carl's spent cock slipped lifelessly out of her drenched vagina, gushes of cool air rushing in to refresh the abandoned opening between her wide-splayed thighs.
"Hey, what about me?" Janine suddenly heard a youthful voice demand. Opening her eyes with a deliberate effort, she looked up to see Paul standing over her, pouting as he held his erect young cock in his hand. "I've been waiting a long time. Don't I get anything?"
Carl wearily lifted his head up from where he lay on the sand beside the beautiful blonde divorcee. "Can you wait a minute or two, Paul," he asked dryly. "She's had a rather strenuous afternoon."
But Janine smiled and pulled the slender youngster closer to her. His innocence and self-consciousness delighted her and the inexperienced youth jumped coltishly when she touched his body. Seeking to reassure him, she murmured, "Don't worry, Paul, I'll take care of you."
The lovely exhausted woman rose slowly to her knees and smiled affectionately at the boy above her. Then, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his small boyish cock and put it in her mouth. A few strokes of her tongue made it jerk and pulse excitedly and she knew the aroused youngster would not be able to hold back for long.
She felt another body crowding near, shoving at her shoulder. Janine groped at the body beside her and, finding Keith's rampant penis, began to stroke it with her hand as she swirled her tongue around Paul's hard shaft of turgid cock-flesh. Gently and rhythmically, she sucked at the youngest boy's erect young cock, holding its base tenderly with one hand while her other hand slipped up and down Keith's lunging rod. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the lovely divorcee knew she would have to think about what had happened this day, make some kind of decision about how Carl and the boys had forced her to submit to their lust but right now she was filled with a new kind of warm contentment that precluded all reason or logic. She gazed affectionately at Carl's handsome face as he dozed peacefully on the edge of her rumpled beach towel. Had he really done anything wrong, she wondered vaguely? Surely the boys had all enjoyed it. And she...?
With an irritated shrug at the disturbing thoughts that were beginning to fdter through the glowing satisfaction that had saturated her entire being, Janine turned her attention back to the two young penises which were already beginning to jerk with imminent release. This, for her, was reality enough for the moment-the rest she would think about ... some other time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was only four days later that Janine found herself sitting pensively in the Mason Ridge Greyhound depot. Those four days had been ones of hopeless conflict for the beautiful divorcee of internal struggle in which, finally, her pride and self-respect had apparently won out. The day had been gray and somber, much like Janine's own mood when she had finally decided she could no longer enjoy her summer vacation if it was to be lived under the constant threat of repetition of what had happened that fateful afternoon by the pond. The young woman realized that she had created an insoluble situation for herself the first time she had succumbed to the naive innocence of young Keith Lyle, and not the least among her reasons for going back to Portland was the fear that, placed in the same circumstances, she would probably respond the same way again.
She had been torn all that week, and still was, between the desires which had been awakened up on the mountain, and the latent repressive fears that still lingered from the days of her first marriage. Of course, she had been aroused by Carl and the three boys, ecstatically aroused but that wasn't the question, she said to herself as she stared at her fellow passengers waiting for the bus to arrive. The important thing was she couldn't let them think that they had won that all they had to do was beckon and she would be compelled to submit to their every whim.
And yet, even as she tried to convince herself that all she was saying was true, Janine knew she desperately wanted to stay. She knew she was reacting like a petulant child who has been tricked into revealing a secret and then wants to go home because she's been found out. If the truth were known, she sighed to herself as she fidgeted nervously on the hard wooden bench, her indignant reaction was the result of Carl's and the boys' avoidance of her all that week as much as anything else.
She had expected at least a phone call from Carl with an apology, but none had ever come. Keith had also not shown up for his gardening as she'd expected, and the lovely blonde realized that was probably his uncle's doing. It was as though the four of them were waiting for her to come running to them on her hands and knees, begging them to take her. Well she'd done that once, and she wasn't going to do it again!
Janine suddenly became aware of a young boy across the depot from her, who was staring at her intently. As soon as she looked at him, the youngster turned away in embarrassment. Janine smiled at the good-looking youngster and giggled as he looked up again to catch her looking at him, fidgeted nervously, gazed at her again, and then shyly smiled. The boy's innocence gave Janine a warm glow inside, and simultaneously she felt an empty gnawing as she remembered how lonely and solitary the last four days had been, wishing that she had the youngster's buoyant gaiety to brighten her dragging hours and Carl's understanding and intelligent conversation for companionship.
No, that's not exactly true, she quickly amended the thought. If she wanted to be honest, she knew she would have to face the fact that Carl's presence offered her more than mere conversation. Though it hurt to admit it, Janine realized that if circumstances had been different if she had not spent so many years of fear and bitterness after her brief marriage to Larry Woodall she might well have found Carl to be the perfect man, the one she had been waiting for all her life. Intelligent, handsome, sophisticated, exciting, he was an ideal match for any woman who appreciated him, but the beautiful blonde knew that she had been too involved in her own petty problems ever to notice anyone but herself. Now, with the wisdom of hindsight, she could almost forgive him for the manner in which he had tried to shock her out of her self-centered preoccupation with her precious dignity and virtue.
Almost....
The memory of that day on the beach was still a sore spot in her mind and, as she sat in the darkened depot, Janine wondered if she would ever be able to view rationally that unexpected morning of lust and understand what effect it had really had upon her way of life. Just the thought of Carl's trickery and brutal domination of her helpless body for his own pleasure and that of the three youngsters made her quiver with angry indignation. But the lovely divorcee was honestly not certain if her anger was due to the fact that she had been used like a common slut or that her self-respect had been shattered by the knowledge that she had enjoyed the experience so wantonly.
Sighing quietly, the confused woman rose to her feet and smoothed her figure-hugging suit down over her hips. She had said nothing to Carl about her departure and she supposed that it would be very rude to leave without stopping by his apartment to say good-bye. The bus wasn't due for another forty-five minutes anyway. Janine was certain that whatever tenderness they had shared was surely dead, and yet she could not leave Mason Ridge without saying a farewell. After all, they had been good friends until they had come to the little lumber town.
Squaring her shoulders and lifting her chin, she strode out of the depot into the sunless street, appearing much more calm and self-assured than she felt about the idea of seeing Carl one last time. It was only a few blocks to the hotel where her boy friend and his two wards were staying, and within five minutes Janine was standing uncertainly outside the polished mahogany door on the top floor of the plush hotel. At the last moment, she was besieged with doubts and, for a second, she considered turning around and going back down the elevator to spend her last hour in Mason Ridge window-shopping. Still, she knew that she would have to face Carl Harris again, sooner or later. She might just as well see him today, so that they could both rest assured that the relationship was, in fact, terminated.
With a deliberate effort, she forced her misgivings to the back of her mind and pressed lightly on the ivory button beside Carl's door. Inside, a bell chimed melodically and she waited nervously as footsteps sounded on the other side of the door.
"Hello, Janine. What are you doing here?"
The smile fell from her face as the beautiful blonde heard the coolness in Carl's voice. He stood inside the open doorway and stared disinterestedly out at her as she waited there in the corridor. Somehow, without actually realizing it, Janine assumed that the older man would have forgiven her, as he always did, and now his unfriendly attitude filled her with fear.
"M-may I come in?" she asked tentatively.
"Urn, yes. I suppose so," he replied hesitantly. "Wait here for a moment." He turned back inside the room, closing the door behind him.
Janine stared at the door that had been shut in her face and felt the burning pangs of jealousy for the first time in her life. Why would he have asked her to wait outside if he hadn't already found another woman, and probably one who was much more like himself in attitudes and life style? Random, painful images of Carl with another woman flashed through Janine's mind. She could imagine him apologizing to the unknown female, explaining that a former lady friend had come by inconveniently and asking her to wait a moment or two while he got rid of his unwelcome visitor. It was humiliating beyond words and, worse, it hurt.
Janine suddenly realized that she really did care about the handsome older man. She remembered his consideration and kindness all the months they had dated, his good-natured patience when she had postponed, again and again, answering his offer of marriage. How could she have been so thoughtless and cruel, the beautiful blonde now wondered in misery. No wonder he had been so reluctant to invite her into his hotel room when he had answered the door. Whether he had another woman or not, he was probably justifiably afraid of getting his feelings trampled on again. But, oh God, she thought anxiously, what if he has another woman? What if he really was finished with her forever?
"All right, Janine, you may come in now. Forgive me for being so rude, but the place was really a mess."
The divorcee quickly blinked back the tears that had suddenly filled her eyes and walked through the door that he held open. She could not bring herself to look at him, knowing that this was certainly the last time they would ever be together. With her eyes glued to the floor, she seated herself in the chair he pointed out. He sat down on a brocade couch across the room and waited silently for her words.
"Carl, I just wanted to say..." Janine slowly began, her voice hesitant and soft. "Well, I'm very sorry for being so rotten and "
"It's really not necessary," he coldly broke into her heartfelt speech. "It was an unfortunate mistake, that's all. We'll both get over it. I, too, apologize deeply for trying to force you to enjoy what you obviously have no taste for. Many women do prefer young boys."
Janine still had not lifted her head, but when she heard the shielded resentment in Carl's tone she suddenly realized that he felt she had not enjoyed his love-making. Remembering the devastating orgasm she had experienced under his hard pounding cock, she felt a warm flush rising in her face and she searched for the words to tell him exactly how she felt.
"It ... it was just that you forced me," she murmured. "I had to get angry. But ... I really ... liked it."
"That's very admirable of you, Janine. I do appreciate your tact." The sarcasm in his voice was unmistakable to her in her supersensitive condition.
"Oh, Carl, I wish there were some way I could show you," she said unhappily. "I'm so terribly sorry and now it's too late. What can I ever do to make up for the trouble I've caused you?"
"Hmmmmmmm. So you're really repentant are you? Enough to prove it?"
Janine's head shot up and she was so delighted and relieved that she might be given a chance she did not even notice the old familiar gleam in Carl's eye. All she could see was the disapproving set to his lips and she mentally promised herself that she would make him trust and like her again, no matter what it took.
"Yes, oh yes! Anything!" she cried.
"Even if I am quite a few years over fifteen?" he prodded. "What would you do about your liking for youngsters if we did ever consider marrying again ... not that there's much chance, of course."
The beautiful thirty-four year old woman tried not to think of the excitingly youthful bodies of Keith and of Carl's two wards as she answered: "I ... I don't care about that. It doesn't matter."
"We'll see," he said ominously. "Take your clothes off. I want to see if you're worth all the problems you've caused me in the past months."
Janine stiffened in her chair and shot him a glance that showed she thought his joke was in very poor taste. But the amused gleam that had been in Carl's eyes had disappeared and he returned her glance with a look that froze her protestations in her throat. The voluptuous woman realized with a start that he was serious, dead serious, and that there was only one way to prove her sincerity to him. Clenching her teeth tightly together, she rose to her feet and slowly kicked off her high-heeled shoes.
"That's a good girl," Carl chuckled, no longer able to suppress his amusement at her distress. "I really can't believe you've changed so much in a few short days."
Janine closed her eyes in embarrassment as she shrugged off her jacket and unzipped her dress, wriggling slightly as she lifted it off her body. Then came her brassiere, and she heard Carl whistle slightly in obscene admiration as the fully rounded spheres of her breasts emerged. It was all she could do to continue the lewd striptease, but she forced herself to remember the older man's kindness, the way she had always enjoyed his company, the unbearable hurt she had experienced when she had thought he was with another woman. Mustering all her courage, she turned her back to him then, bending over slowly, drew her bikini panties reluctantly down over her curved hips and lushly molded buttocks, finally discarding them at her feet with her other clothes.
Janine was completely naked now, except for the sheer silk stockings she had chosen for traveling back to the city and the garter belt that was only a thin wisp of elastic around her lower hips. She had never felt so exposed in her life, and again a burning wave of shame crept through her in spite of her vow to appease Carl at any cost.
"Come over here, darling," Carl instructed, his voice softening as he got his first good look at the beautiful woman who had held him at arm's length for so long. He watched delightedly as her breasts swayed as she bent forward. Then realizing what she was doing, he said sharply, "No, come over here like that."
Startled, Janine pulled her hand away from the garter she had been about to unfasten. She walked to where Carl was sitting and stood hesitantly in front of him. The handsome man reached out and his hands played over the full length of her firm shapely legs.
"Yes, I suspected you would look lovely like that," he said in almost a whisper, his eyes roaming greedily over her naked flesh. "I like my women in garter belts and stockings,. They appear so much more sensual."
Janine cringed at his words, but did not resist as he pushed her down to her knees on the floor by the edge of the couch. Even though he was being more impersonal and heartless than she had ever known him, she instinctively felt that he was being slowly impressed by her docile acceptance of his every command. The bare hope was enough to make her swallow her self-loathing at what she was doing. She had never seen him like this before and she knew that his cruelty stemmed only from the fact that she had hurt him so badly.
"All right, darling," he said smilingly. "This is where you show me you mean what you say. Take my cock out and suck it for awhile and then I'll give you a little surprise."
He straightened his legs and spread them apart so she could crawl between them, sliding down the edge of the couch at the same time so that his buttocks hung slightly over. Janine closed her eyes in mortification as she realized that she would have to do voluntarily the lewd act that he was commanding.
Realizing that Carl was waiting impatiently, the naked blonde reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding, fumbling with the zipper on his trousers to release the already erect penis that throbbed beneath. She had difficulty unzipping his fly, but after she pulled at it for another moment, the tab pulled downward and his fleshy straining cock-shaft burst into the air through the opening.
Smiling lasciviously, Carl grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick cudgel of his insistently pulsing member, skinning it back so that the bulbous, red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her wide blue eyes. She could see down the full length of the rigid instrument and realized that it was much heavier and thicker than the slender boyish penis she had taken briefly into her mouth the day at the beach. She hesitated for a moment, instinctively repulsed by the idea of her mouth being used as a receptacle of lust by a man and of the lewd sperm he was going to pump down her throat. Wishing for more time to prepare herself, she opened her mouth and breathed softly against the slightly jerking tip, allowing her hot breath to flow over the cool glans with a maddening slowness.
But the teasing sensation made him groan with lust and he reached down with his hands and tangled them in her hair, thrusting his aroused loins upward with the strength of a bull. Janine resisted for a moment, doubts running wildly through her mind, but it was far too late. The spongy thick head rammed inside, crushing through the barriers of her soft moist lips, between the sharpness of her teeth, and into the warm cavern of her gaping mouth. She could feel the thick cock-pole sliding rapidly over the full length of her tongue until it was almost embedded deep up in her throat. She gasped for breath to keep from choking as Carl's hips began slowly undulating, his thickly impaling cock sliding in and out of her mouth, guided by his hands gripped tightly in her hair.
The older man leaned forward to watch the puffing of her cheeks as he thrust his steel-hard cock up between her lewdly ovaled lips. His expression became a mask of lust as he viciously rammed into her helplessly trapped face. He dropped one hand from her hair and began to run his fingers over the voluptuous smoothness of her kneeling body, allowing the hand to rove beneath to the fully rounded breasts that pointed to the floor. After tweaking and twisting the small buds of her sensitive nipples into rigid hardness, he then ran his fingers-back up over the side of her body and the hour-glass curves of her waist and hips. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his hard swollen penis sawing up into Janine's wide-stretched lips. Though he had more than achieved the small punishment he had planned for the beautiful divorcee, it was an exciting picture watching the kneeling woman's face being held fast with his hand wound tightly into her golden hair and his rampaging cock forcing its way in and out between her red straining lips as she groaned in submission between his legs below.
Despite her initial unwillingness, Janine felt excitement rising in her body as her head bobbed up and down on the thick shaft protruding before her. She could feel her vengeful boy friend's fingers crawling over her defenseless nakedness as she gazed at the small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base of his punishing member where it left Carl's open fly. She began sucking to please the handsome older man, running her tongue wetly around and around the fat knobby head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moistening gland. She felt her own moistening vagina between her thighs begin to swell and throb in anticipation as the rigidly distended organ pulsed insistently in her mouth as though it had a life of its own. She knew it would erupt at any moment into her mouth and throat in a hot delicious stream. That was the moment she was waiting for. She wanted to taste Carl's cum, to swallow every drop of it to prove her love. Her body hummed with passion at the very idea.
Then, suddenly, she felt Carl drawing back away from her, gently pulling his unbelievably swollen rod of flesh from between her lips. Groaning her protestations, Janine tried to grasp puppy-like at the head to draw him back inside her straining ovaled mouth like a starving child slurping at the stick of peppermint candy. But Carl's hand relentlessly pushed her head away until the hotly pulsing pole pulled completely free of her lips with a loud, moist popping sound.
"Oh, Carl, please let me do it," she beseeched breathlessly up at the man seated above her on the couch. "I want to. Please let me suck you till you cum."
"No, darling, we have better things to do this afternoon." He smiled down at her, a new tenderness in his voice as a result of her unusual willingness to please him. Rising from the couch, he began to tear at his clothing and Janine watched excitedly as his strong fit body became exposed to her passionate gaze.
She could never pretend that the sight of his body excited her like the slim undeveloped teenage physiques she had seen in the past week, and yet if she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine that Carl was young and eager like the boys. Certainly he was as enthusiastic as they were, and she hoped that some day she would become used to his smoothly experienced way of love-making so she wouldn't miss the charming awkwardness of the youngsters.
Suddenly Carl slipped down on the floor beside her and his arms clenched her to him, his lips clamping tightly over hers. She felt his teeth pressing against hers and she opened her lips to let his tongue ram deep up into her mouth. She sucked gently on his wetly probing tongue, her eyes clenching shut as she moved her answering loins hungrily against his hip. Then, without warning, he pulled her down to the floor and they lay pressed together tightly, his achingly pulsating cock trapped in the lust-drenched crevice between her inner thighs as they kissed with increasing passion. Janine trembled with excitement and felt that she was wildly free at last.
"Tell me what you want, Janine," Carl murmured huskily. "Tell me."
"Oh God, I want you to fuck me," she groaned. "I want you to fill me with your big hard cock and fuck me until I'm barely alive. Now, Carl, fuck me now!"
"Well, then, get on it," he rasped, tearing himself out of her impassioned grip and lying back on the carpet. His lean muscular body arched upward and his rock-hard shaft speared into the air obscenely.
Janine gaped longingly at the sight, watching as he spread his thighs open, offering a view of his heavy, hair-covered balls hanging proudly between them. She didn't need any further invitation. Kneeling with her knees splayed widely on either side of Carl's ribs, she immediately felt the older man's finger smoothing up her sensitive inner thighs to her throbbingly tight vaginal lips, spreading the fleshy, hair-framed flanges open to expose the moist inner pinkness to his lusting gaze. While she groaned with desire, his fingertips began to work furiously over her tiny erect clitoris, bringing it to a more and more pronounced erect state until, with a throaty moan, Janine leaned forward on her knees and grabbed his heavy cock, trying desperately to stuff the swollen organ up into the widespread narrowness of her waiting slit.
"Oh, God, it won't go in, it's too big," she wailed as she squirmed her loins frantically over the blunt knob of the toweringly rampant cock. Her heavy breasts swayed and quivered as she vainly tried to jam the thick knobby tip into the desire-engorged lips of her eager cunt. But then Carl reached up and wrapped his big hands tightly around her waist, watching as she aimed the shaft's shiny mushroom-shaped head directly under the opening of her pleading vagina. When he saw that the position was right, Carl rammed her body down over his obscenely thickened cock-pole.
For a moment, the natural resistance of the rubbery bloated head pressing with brutal force against the small elastic opening of her tender cunt brought a protesting moan from deep in the lovely blonde's throat, but then it suddenly slipped past the tightness of the outer lips and wedged into the sensitively yielding moistness beyond. With a low joyful cry, Janine began to sink down on his burgeoning up-thrust hardness, and Carl drove his hips upward to slide the impatient shaft up into her like a never-ending greased piston slipping up into her belly.
Flattening her knees out so that they pressed against Carl's slim hips, Janine slid lower and lower on the thick penis, moaning with rapture all the way down. Then she lifted herself up on her knees so that the heavy shaft, moistly gleaming from her secretions, came sparkling into view. With a soul-rending gasp, she drove her hips back down again, ramming the whole of his cock up inside her until it crashed bluntly against her cervix. The beautiful blonde divorcee began to jerk rhythmically up and down, sliding back and forth over the upward-impaling pole with increasing speed until she felt as though she were almost ready to have an orgasm by just her own manipulation.
"No, just relax," he grinned lewdly up at her as she writhed insanely over his loins. "We're going to give you that surprise soon."
Janine was barely aware that Carl had said anything until she felt another person's fingers parting her buttocks and probing at the sensitive hairless opening of her tiny anus. Startled, she twisted her head to look behind her and saw that Carl's two wards were behind her, Birt kneeling between his uncle's legs as he worked with obscene concentration over the inviting cleft of her buttocks, and Paul standing nearby, his handsome young face almost twitching with uncontrollable excitement. Her mind dulled with passion, Janine vaguely tried to imagine what they were doing, but all she could remember was the morning on the beach and the strange delight of the finger in her back passage while she was being fucked. She mewled happily as she felt a finger probe around her tiny tight anus. Then suddenly, she stiffened in horror as she began to understand what Carl and his wards were trying to do to her.
"Wait-wait a moment. Tell me what you're doing!" Janine demanded in alarm as she felt Birt's slender hands opening her buttocks, drawing the cheeks farther apart. She hadn't listened to what Carl had just said to her, but she tried to wriggle away from his older ward when she suddenly felt the boy's fingers pressing at the ring of her exposed anus. She tensed her buttocks together, but the pressure of the teenager's thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too great. The twin moons were stretched cruelly apart from each other until she could feel cool air rushing in to lave the warm slit between the tremulous mounds. "Stop that, Birt! That's sick! I can't do that!"
"Oh yes, you can, darling," Carl grinned up at her, taking obvious satisfaction from her distress. Grabbing her hips, he suddenly began to move her body up and down on his towering cock until she was almost delirious with rapture at the sensations of uninhibited ecstasy created by the merciless member pistoning in and out of her tingling vagina. "You see," he panted, "once Birt gets that little hole stretched out a little more, we'll fuck you together and you'll love it. I swear you will."
Janine gave a tiny gasp of protest, tears coming to her eyes at the terrible realization of what they were planning to do to her. That teenager was going to make love to her in her tiny virginal back passage! She would never live through this she could never face anyone again after this ultimate degradation and subjugation. The day on the beach had been tame compared to this! What had ever made her think she could convince Carl to be kind to her again? He was acting worse than ever before. He was a devil, a horrible fiend!
The outnumbered blonde tried again to cringe her buttocks away from Birt, but it was a useless attempt as Carl continued his tirelessly inciting skewering. His older ward continued to probe for a minute on the outer edges of the brown elastic circle and then suddenly he shoved forward, sinking his finger into her rectal tightness with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Janine jumped from the unexpected sensation, but kept silent. She would not give these males the satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy again.
Grinning excitedly, Birt Coleman moved the finger around in little circles in the tiny opening as the divorcee's voluptuous body was propelled up and down on Carl's bucking loins. Gradually the uncomfortable sensation in her anus lessened and Janine became more aware of the beautiful feeling of Carl's massively filling cock driving in and out of her wide-stretched vagina. She relaxed a little and began to move her hips voluntarily to meet each powerful thrust of the pistoning penis thundering up into her cunt, grazing the sensitive cervix and titillating her more than she would ever have believed possible. For a breathless moment, the intrusion in her rectal channel actually felt good, intensifying all her sensations just the way it had the morning out by the pond on the deserted beach, but then suddenly, she felt the extra pressure of another finger ramming unexpectedly alongside the first. This time, it did hurt and she jerked away from Carl in a frantic effort to escape the painful entry.
Janine's heart sank as she felt Carl's powerful arms pushing her back toward the boy behind her. They really meant to do this awful thing to her! What had seemed like little more than a cruel joke designed to frighten and humiliate her was suddenly blossoming into terrifying reality! She tried again to wrench her buttocks away, but it was useless. Even little Paul had moved forward to hold her in place with excitedly trembling hands as Birt wormed his fingers in and out of her anus, turning and twisting them in the narrow hole in preparation for the greater entry to come. The pain began to lessen to the point where the divorcee came to almost enjoy the sensation from the unnatural reaming. Then, without warning, the two fingers were suddenly jerked from her rectum.
The fingers seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to them until they came free with a soft sucking sound. Then the teenager edged closer, pushing Janine's smooth thighs wider with his knees as he moved in behind her. Remembering his instructions to the letter, Birt leaned forward and dropped his head to her buttocks to lick wetly at the crevice between the cream-white mounds, moistening the tiny brown hole with his tongue and sending strange delicious shivers coursing over the beautiful woman's back. Carl had stopped his distracting pumping and Janine knew he too was breathlessly anticipating his ward's next movement.
Carl's hands around her waist clamped more tightly again and suddenly Janine felt herself being lifted high, her defenseless loins rising free of the impalement of his stiffly glistening cock. Behind her, Birt grasped harshly at her soft hips, holding them steady before him as he drew his own erect cock down to the moist naked split of her drenched vagina, running it up and down the full length until it was completely moistened with her passionate wetness. Then, gripping his lengthy pulsing shaft tightly, he guided it forward until it just touched her slightly stretched anus.
Janine shuddered in fear at the first contact. God, it would never fit! It felt huge against the tiny opening. She could feel the boy's smooth loins behind her and his hard cock searching and probing in the valley of her upturned buttocks. Then she felt a direct pressure against her sensitive rear opening, a pressure that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a relentless hardness.
"Oh God, noooo! Please! Aaaaagggh!"
Her moan pierced the breathless silence of the hotel room as she suddenly felt the tightly resisting nether ring of her anus giving way before the unyielding pressure of Birt's insistent cock, its head popping inside with a jerk. The pain of the depraved intrusion vibrated through every fiber of her being and she babbled incoherent pleas for mercy, but the boy's thick pole pressed ever inward, pushing the velvety soft flesh inside her wide-stretched anal passage in great searing waves before it. She groaned with agony as it sank deeper, on and on up into her body until she felt the softly curling hair of Birt's loins graze the defenseless upturned roundness of her buttocks. He was buried inside her rectum, impaling her virginal anus to the very hilt!
Tears of anguished humiliation began to well up in her blue eyes and overflowed onto her cheeks as the boyish cock in her rectum throbbed and jerked with Birt's mounting excitement. Then Carl, who had pulled his tautly stretched cock out of her vagina while his ward penetrated the beautiful woman's narrow back passage, wrapped his hands around Janine's tiny waist once again and jerked her down over his waiting palpitating cock. It slithered tightly into the moistly opened cavern of her lubricated cunt and the lovely blonde moaned despairingly as she realized she was hopelessly impaled on the two punishing penises. She could feel the thickness of the one in her anus rubbing tightly against Carl's monstrous cock impaling her from beneath, the two fleshy cudgels separated only by the thin membrane between her stretched vagina and her narrow back passage. But as she squirmed to free herself from the unbelievably depraved lewdness of the two cocks embedded within her belly, the divorcee suddenly realized that the agonizing pain she had suffered a moment before was changing, becoming weirdly pleasurable, and she tentatively started to move her hips backward to meet the jerking thrusts of Birt's excited loins.
There was no further delay. Birt, already excited by the spectacle he and Paul had witnessed from the bedroom door as his foster father completely subjugated the gorgeous blonde woman, began to fuck furiously into the depths of her rectum, while Carl started thrusting his pelvis upward into her debauched vagina with powerful strokes that made the floor beneath them squeak in protest. As if by previous arrangement, both foster father and ward suddenly pulled their fiery rods almost out of her quivering body, leaving only the swollen blood-filled heads within the tightly stretched cunt and her ravished sphincter. Then, at the same moment, they rammed deep up into her belly, so that Janine's head shot up in surprise from where it had fallen on Carl's chest and she squealed in amazed delight. They began to move in unison, buffeting her body between them like a mindless sack of soft foam rubber, and her tiny cries stretched into a single sobbing mewl of exquisite pleasure as they hammered into her body with more and more passion.
Unable to simply stand by and watch the wild scene before him any longer, Paul jumped up from where he had been crouching behind Birt, watching every tiny thing that had happened, and rushed around to kneel beside his foster father's shoulder. He gripped his slender boyish cock in his hand and leaned forward until the lustfully oozing head grazed Janine's crooning lips. So impassioned that she no longer cared what she did, Janine opened her mouth and felt the bloated head slide along her tongue, tiny droplets of its lubricating fluid seeping from the hole on the end to fill the warm cavern of her mouth with its pungent salty taste. It was all she needed to make her ecstasy complete, and she bucked and heaved as the three demanding cocks fucked into her body at every opening. Her whole being became a quaking mass of wanton writhing depravity as she undulated wildly in a new boundless abandonment!
Ecstatic moans of passion escaped around the boyish shaft pummeling into her mouth, and Paul stared down in salacious excitement at the hollowing and bloating of Janine's cheeks as the slender rod slipped in and out of her clasping lips in time with Carl's solid piston hammering upward into her clasping cunt and Birt's strong young cock racing in and out of the hot rubbery depths of her rectum.
"Wow, look at her suck my cock," Janine heard Paul cry delightedly from somewhere over her head. "Oh, suck it, suck it," he moaned ecstatically, his fleshy shaft already stroking relentlessly in and out of her face as though her ovaled lips were nothing more than a second delicious cunt.
The saliva in Janine's mouth was becoming sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the boyish cock sunk into the warm depths of her mouth. She could see Paul's slim hips straining before her face as though he were in the throes of a spastic seizure. The young teenager's fingers were wound tightly into her shiny blonde hair, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting pole of over-excited flesh. The divorcee felt her own excitement mounting as the youthful penis began to throb and expand in her sucking mouth, ramming forward seemingly down to her tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the two lewdly hammering cocks working into her belly from below.
Janine was lost in the overpowering sensation and she wildly rotated her hips and buttocks, joyfully skewering herself on the two thick shafts fucking into her battered loins. She squeezed with her cuntal muscles and tensed her buttocks to give Carl and Birt the same pleasure they were bestowing on her. At the same time, she sucked insatiably at the younger boy's cock in her wetly contorting mouth, happily bobbing her head up and down as he thrust deeper and deeper into her accepting throat. A magnificent, almost volcanic sensation was building, building, higher and higher inside her and she felt that something fantastic was about to happen, something bigger than anything she had ever experienced.
"Uuuuuh ... uuuh ... ummmmmpppph!" Janine suddenly groaned around Paul's cock in her mouth as shattering waves of wonderful electric-like sensations surged through her jerking loins and branched out through her entire writhing body, making her forget everything in the world but what she was feeling, the glorious sensations that were pounding through her quivering body like the angriest winds.
"Wow, look at her go!" Paul grunted breathlessly as he stared at Janine's spasmodically trembling body. He let his quaking cock rest momentarily in the moistly warm shelter of her mouth as he watched her body jerk and buck from the cresting climax. Even that day on the beach she hadn't acted like this, the youngster thought as his eyes widened with awed delight.
"Yeah and it feels ... like she's going to ... do it again," Birt gasped breathlessly as he felt the beautiful older woman's rectum tighten around his pistoning cock despite how brutally stretched the narrow channel was.
Lying on the floor, Carl could do nothing but nod helplessly as he felt her vaginal muscles clamp around his damply engulfed penis as he sensed another shudder of orgasm tear through her triply skewered body. The helpless woman was out of her mind with desire now and throbbed out a climatic peak that seemed to go on and on forever. Carl was startled by the sudden realization that Janine was even better suited to him than he had ever imagined. In trying to free her of her outdated inhibitions, he had discovered one of those priceless women who just came and came until they passed out from sheer exhaustion. It seemed impossible that the prudish and strait-laced Janine Woodall could be like that and yet she quivered and groaned, working furiously against the three cocks that had already begun to relentlessly pound into her wetly stretched passages again. Over and over, they all slammed into her, fucking faster until she gasped desperately for air around Paul's tingling cock, her blonde curls spilling and bouncing over her flushed face as she worked to get the maximum of sensation from their steadily accelerating pace.
Then suddenly, Janine's brain reeled anew as she heard a low animal-like groan from deep in the throat of the sweating and humping boy filling her rectum with his thick cock. She felt Birt's punishing penis begin to throb and expand as it pummeled deep up into her stretched back passage. She could feel Carl's hot load building up to the bursting point as well, as his up-thrusting cock thickened and flexed in her desperately contracting vagina and she clamped even harder on it to speed his impending orgasm. Suddenly, she felt Birt's white bubbling river of cum shoot with a spurting thud deep against the inside of her anus as she pitched out of control with her own final orgasm. The older man, as if sensing his young ward's release, plunged upward, embedding his wildly ejaculating cock deep into her clenching cunt, pumping his own sperm far up into the violated inner depths of her belly.
The force of their triple orgasm forced her trembling body to lurch forward, driving young Paul's straining cock into her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. The boyish shaft began a sudden jerking motion and started spewing its hot jets of cum into her eager throat. Janine groaned mindlessly around the slender pulsing rod of flesh as she continued sucking, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly up into the warm moistness of her vacuuming mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the flailing instrument, swirling her tongue around and around the lewdly throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry and the boy's breathless gasps of pleasure incited her to greater effort. At last, the youngster stumbled backward, withdrawing the cock in her mouth with a slight plop, a thin string of semen following it away.
A moment later, Birt's deflating penis slipped limply from her ravaged rectum and she felt her body shudder violently as one final gush of pleasure rippled through her body. Then she fell heavily forward to rest on Carl's heaving chest.
For what seemed like hours, their panting filled the now otherwise silent room. Creamy cum fluids oozed from her slowly closing anus, trickling down the softly yielding crevice of her buttocks to mix with Carl's sperm overflowing from her still throbbing cuntal lips. She rolled off Carl's body, groaning weakly as his deflated penis slithered lifeless from her abused vagina, and lay between the sprawled forms of the man and the boys, her legs still open as the pink ravaged folds of her pussy glistened with the sticky white liquid.
Slowly, the beautiful divorcee's senses began to return to her and her warm glow of contentment started to fade as she remembered that she had been treated like the lowest whore by Carl and the boys. With returning bitterness, she wondered if Carl were going to offer her money for "educating" the boys before he handed her back her clothes and tossed her out into the street. Or maybe he had further plans to humiliate her that afternoon. After all she had been through in the past week, Janine doubted she could stand another attack on her mind or body. She was just about to reach for her crumpled clothing when Paul lifted his head and began to speak.
"Wow, thanks a lot, Aunt Janine," the boy gasped with a grateful smile. "Birt and I thought Uncle Carl was crazy when he told us about that, but it sure worked didn't it?"
"Yes, sweetheart, it did," the beautiful blonde answered uncertainly. She was waiting for the attack of blistering sarcasm she was certain was about to come from Carl's lips as soon as he realized the youngster had called her his aunt. Even in the passionate atmosphere in the apartment today, Janine had sensed the two teenage boys were growing fond of her, and she knew that Carl would have to put a stop to that. Certainly he wouldn't want his family associating with anyone like her. She had sunk down as far as she could go that afternoon, and the two boys, and Keith Lyle, were probably the only ones who didn't know it.
"Yeah, what are we ever going to do to top that?" Birt asked with a sigh.
Janine waited for Carl to answer she was sure he would be able to think of something and then realized with a start that the older youngster had been talking to her. What could she say, she wondered miserably? They obviously did care for her now-now that it was too late for all of them.
Finally, Carl opened his eyes and struggled up on his elbows. He stared around the room at the three other exhausted people, a smile playing over his lips, and then slowly shook his head. "I hate to break this to you, boys," he said dryly. "But you're going to have to do without Aunt Janine for a while. I'd like a little time with her all to myself a honeymoon, at least."
Janine was dumbstruck by the man's words. Unable to stop herself, she stared unashamedly at the handsome older man and saw an infinite amount of tenderness in his expression as he gazed back at her. She opened her mouth to speak several times before she managed to get any words out.
"You mean I really am Aunt Janine?" she gasped in amazement. "I mean ... I thought that you..."
Carl chuckled at her confusion. "Oh, darling, don't you know yet when I'm teasing you?" he asked with a grin. "Besides, I had to make sure that you really were ready. You know, as my wife, you'll have certain social obligations. All those orgies, you know...? "
"And family ones too," Paul piped up.
For a moment, Janine was speechless. She hadn't anticipated this any of it and she was not yet certain that she was truly ready for all the things he was talking about.
"And besides all that," Carl's gleeful voice interrupted her thoughts, "We have another little surprise for you, if everything works out."
The beautiful blonde woman looked at him in dismay. How else could he surprise her, she wondered apprehensively? As if in answer, the doorbell of the hotel room suddenly chimed. She watched Carl rise wearily to his feet and stumble over to the door. He peered out the tiny peep hole in the center of the door, then reached for the knob.
"Carl, wait a minute!" she almost screamed. "I don't have any clothes on!"
"Don't worry, darling," he laughed. "The sight of you isn't going to upset anyone."
Then suddenly the door was open and Keith Lyle tore into the room like a human whirlwind, his auburn hair flying as he bounced happily onto the carpet. The teenager's green eyes quickly took in the scene in the middle of the room and his face showed disappointment that he had been left out of the orgy, but then his previous good humor returned and he started running, leaping over the three naked bodies on the apartment floor.
"It worked! It worked!" he whooped joyfully. "Dad said no, but Mom talked him into it. I'm going to spend the whole summer with you guys." Then once again he noticed Janine's naked form sprawled languidly on the floor and his young brow furrowed slightly. "Hey, we figured you wouldn't come for another two days," he addressed her mournfully. "Now, I've got to wait until after the honeymoon."
Janine stared at the boy for a full minute before she fully comprehended what he had said. Then she turned to Carl with a look of disbelieving astonishment.
"Do you mean you knew that I would come and you planned this whole thing?" she inquired incredulously. "But, what if I didn't want to marry you?"
"Darling, you couldn't have refused," he smiled, sitting down beside her again. "I'm really glad you decided you wanted me for myself, but," he shrugged, "I knew you couldn't turn all four of us down."
"All four...? " Janine was more confused than ever.
"That's right, Aunt Janine," Paul said, his arm around Keith's shoulder. "Uncle Carl is going to rent us all a big house up on the ridge for the rest of the summer, and we're all going to live there together. Isn't that right, Uncle Carl?"
Carl looked at the surprised expression on Janine's face and smiled with amusement. "That's right, Paul. That is ... if your new aunt is agreeable. What do you say, Aunt Janine?"
Janine looked at the anxious expressions on the three young faces and the tenderly inquisitive one on the face of the man she now knew she loved and finally smiled out her understanding. Wiping away a bit of perspiration that still beaded her brow, she said: "I can't believe it. I ... I don't know what to say..."
"Say yes!" came the chorus of young voices from every side.
