Down the valley, where the mountains almost converged, cutting off the sun for all but an hour each day, the road seemed to curve in on itself and then, with a burst of energy, leap at a daring angle up a precipice toward a patch of blue sky.
Her black hair tossing in the wind, Jan Martin guided her bulky pickup truck over the curvy Vermont mountain road, until she came to where it narrowed between the high ridges. Then she parked at a spruce-bordered lookout, and peered back down the narrow road. It was windy and chuckholed, and the saplings grew high on either side. Here, there were tall New England pine, and maples, and some scrub oak. Deer and cattle browsed together above the tiny valley where her brother had invited her to stay until she could get herself together for the coming year.
The pain of Hank's death was still with her, as it had been for more than six months - so much longer than the few short weeks of marital happiness they'd shared. A few weeks of wild abandoned discovery of each other, and then Hank had gone to work up in Montreal for the fall -or at least, he'd said, till they'd saved enough money for them to settle down permanently.
The beginning of the end had come so suddenly, so impersonally, in the form of a phone call from Bollingen Construction Company. She could still hear the man's curt voice telling her he regretted to inform her that her husband had been injured seriously at a building site. He was critically hurt. .. and, then two days later, she received another call, announcing Hank?s death. Her guilt at not going to Montreal was overwhelming, now that she'd received news of his passing away, and she was swept into a state of crazy despair. Not to have seen him for one last time, not to have held his hand, or heard his voice, made the anguish only more impossible to bear.. .
Yet all that was six months ago.
Two days after the official notice and condolences had arrived, a check for his life insurance came in the mail.
"You bastards," Jan had whispered bitterly, tempted to tear it up. But no, she'd used the meager amount for necessities, and had even had enough to make a down payment on the pickup truck she was driving now. It had seemed the most practical thing for visiting the lovely cottage her brother had offered her. The place was little more than a shack and a few acres of land, but it would take her mind off Hank, and it was less than an hour from the nearest town, which made it convenient.
The pretty brunette planned to do some writing. She had published a small book of poems, received modestly well by the critics, and though she had no illusions of being great, still it was a way to earn a living. Back in Boston, she'd supported herself as a free-lance editor and journalist, which had given her the chance to save for this summer's respite in the country. She didn't really know whether writing would come easily to her, now that she was making herself do something she liked, but she certainly hoped so. At least it helped her escape the mind-boggling fact of her husband's death.
Yes . .. she'd been forced to confront the reality of Hank's death over and over again; he was gone, leaving a void insfde herself which could never be filled.
A void in both her mind and body.
Oh, God, how she ached for the feel of his iron-hard cock ramming deep in her churning cunt! He had opened her up to love and sex, and he had been the only one. In his wake, he had left such an aching void, a need which so often became a fever in the night, that she did wild things to herself and even - God forgive her - had done unnatural but deliciously satisfying things with Sally. She blushed every time she thought of them, tried to push them from her mind, though they never went completely away.
Now, the young widow climbed down from the truck to lean over the safety rail of the curving highway and look down at her home for this summer, the home she would have to occupy alone, without her brother, at least for the time being, and without... Hank.
It was an unseasonably hot day and she wore a minimum of clothing, only a thin blouse and soft faded jeans which had been chopped off very short so they barely covered the full cheeks of her buttocks as she bent over the railing, and the soft black fleece of her cuntal hair made a fringe at the too-tight crotch. She knew the denim shorts pressed deep into her pussy slit and that they really hid nothing, but up here, who was to see? She tossed her head and a mane of raven-dark hair flashed in the sun. She breathed deeply, her full breasts stretching against the flimsy fabric of the old shirt. She looked down, five hundred feet into the little valley, and the sight of the home which she'd occupy in perfect solitude for the next few months excited her so she felt the buds of her nipples rising and her little lips of her pussy sucking inward with the thrill.
She reached down between the smooth tapering columns of her golden-tan thighs and began to run her fingers over the throbbing outline of her cuntal slit. She could feel herself becoming wet as the juices of her rising passion began to flow out of her tingling vagina, darkening the faded denim of her shorts. Oh God, how she longed for a long hard cock tilling her up right at that moment, throbbing deep in the hollow of her belly and making her cum!
/ must stop this! the tormented young brunette told herself, even as her panting became more intense and her fingers rubbed faster and harder over her swollen pubic mound. Her small pink tongue slid wetly over her full lips. Her head went back and a near-grimace of ecstasy contorted her beautiful features as she felt the hair escaping from the crotchband of her shorts become soaked and slick and her orgasm began.
"Aaaaah! Aaaaaaah! AAAAGH!" she cried out as the waves of her cumming swept shudderingly through her quaking body. "AAAAAAUUUGHHH!"
It had taken only moments in the hot sun, and now with the tremors easing, Jan slumped against the fence and tried to regain her composure. It had been so long since she'd yielded to the temptation to masturbate - at least a month - and then her resolve had melted away while she looked down at her brother's home. It seemed something ungovernable had overcome her. Now, her face flushed, she gasped for air like a fish out of water as her pounding heart returned to somewhere near her normal pulse rate . . .
"Christ almighty - will ya look at that little pussy play with her ol' self," Stew Crone said in a hushed voice. "She's about to drive right over the edge of the goddamn valley - woops, what ya think she's a-gonna do, Jake?"
"Just like you said," his companion agreed as he put aside his beer can for a moment. They were parked at the edge of a lookout just the other side of Jan's truck. "Shit, what a beautiful ass," the older farmer said. "And those tits. Man, it's goin' to be nice to get them in my mouth and suck them right off her!" Stew smacked his thick lips and tilted his own beer can for a long swallow.
Jake smiled, and then said: "I seen her around before. She's Jan Martin. A widow, and from the look of things a hell of a horny one. She's movin' into her brother's place down there now that the guy's moved out. Seems she used to come up here as a kid . . . her hubby died in some construction accident few years ago up in Canada, and she kind a took it hard."
"How you know all this, Jake?" his friend asked.
"I heard it from Harry Silbert, the brother's best friend. Then I saw her down the post office last week talkin' to some woman friend. I was workin' part-time up at the P.O., and I made a couple remarks, like I'd be glad to help her get settled and introduce her around to the neighbors, but she just looked at me like all she wanted was her mail and nothing else."
"Looks like maybe we can both give her somethin' else, ol' buddy," his friend leered. "Something like a nice stiff prick right between those sexy legs. I'm going to like workin' the acreage with you ., . "
"Maybe somebody's prick right between those sweet lips, too, if we play it right," Jake Brown said. "But I tell you, that's a damn snobby cunt. I know pussy, fella, and this one ain't gonna put out for no one -even you or me - less she's persuaded to!"
"Now look here, Jake," Stew said. "Rape, is not-"
"Not rape, you asshole," Jake countered. "We catch her in a situation that she don't want anybody to know about, then we put it to her - either she takes care of us or we noise it around."
"Jeeze . .. catching her finger-fucking herself on a public road should be enough," Stew leered. "Let's drive over there and put it to her right now."
"Shit, no wonder you never get any pussy worth sticking your pecker into," Jake said. "She'd be down talking to the cops in a minute. And they know us well enough, they'd believe her and outta the county we'd go, without even part-time work at the post office. Maybe even into the jailhouse for blackmail. Shoot... let her get settled in and see what we can see. Now, when she came to the office, she had another gal with her. I got the idea maybe they have it for each other. Some lezzy stuff. Damn, I know the other one is hot for ol' Jan. Kept lookin' at her the whole time even though I was lettin' her know I was interested. And damn it, I may be pushing forty, but you gotta admit I get more ass than I can handle."
"Got to admit you do do well for yourself ... how the hell come I don't score so good?"
"Well, you got to play your cards right. But remember - I saw this one first."
"Forget it - I'll let you handle it."
"Well, anyway, looks like little miss lovely's had enough. She's driving away."
"There's always" tomorrow," Stew said. "We'll see her when we're down at the field tomorrow."
"Or maybe even over at the post office," said Jake. "If we work it right, we could be playin' a game you never wanna forget."
"I ain't forgettin'," said his companion.
Jan maneuvered the pickup truck along the narrow, curving lane which led from the country road to the cottage, a high growth of bushes screening it from the road.
She braked to a stop in the turnaround and sat for a moment gazing happily at the little house. It was built of rough-cut native stone, with a cedar-shake roof and casement windows. A fireplace dominated one end of the structure. Once again, Jan thought how fortunate she was to finally have it all to herself - if only her young husband could have been here. But Hank was gone, and she'd better face that fact. Strange, though she'd never spent much time here with Hank, his memory flickered insistently in her mind.
But, all things considered, her new home appeared to be as close to perfect as possible. Her brother, Bob, wouldn't be here till late summer, and she could enjoy the m oun tains and m ed ita te in this atmosphere of deep solitude, completely untroubled.
Thank God that here she would no longer have to put up with the annoyance of sex-hungry males. Any age, they just couldn't seem to leave her alone. They never believed that when she agreed to a dinner date or a drive in the country, she meant that nothing more should develop. They were all alike, she thought with frustration. All they wanted was one thing: sex! For a time she had dated men in their late twenties, close to her own age of twenty-eight. And when she had found their pawing demands all the same, she had tried older men, some old enough to be her father.
And they had been much worse!
Worse because they had so much experience, knew how to arouse her to the point where she almost cried out in abandon for them to fuck her, to quench the unbearable burning that smoldered between her legs, a banked fire neglected since the last time Hank had filled her with his throbbing young hardness. They had tried just about everything imaginable, skillfully getting their h: ds a;- ' fingers on her aching cuntal flesh, some even trying to get their heads between her thrashing legs and put their mouths on . jr yearning pussy slit!
She had wanted their thickened penises so badly, yet had refused to succumb to her own pent-up desires. And only a very few times had she yielded to the torture and sought relief with Sally. She knew it was wrong, allowing another girl to make love to her, bu^ somehow it didn't seem as wrong to achieve blessed release through the gentle caresses of Sally's lips and tongue than to surrender to the rampant males who wanted only to use her body to shoot their hot, gushing sperm up into the seething channel of her neglected young cunt.
Her body continuously cried out for the sexual experiences she had denied herself for so terribly long. She had no delusions about her own needs. She was a sensually aroused woman, needing and wanting a man.
But the young widow wanted far more than an iron-hard penis to stretch her cunt and sperm-heavy testicles to pound against her churning ass-cheeks while her legs clamped tightly around her straining partner! She needed a man who would love her, cherish her, treat her with all the tenderness she'd received from her young husband. A man who would want to marry her and make a home and a new life for her.
Well, she resolved, this day was the one to begin a new life ... at least for the summer. It was a good place, far from the tensions of the city, isolated yet close to tracts of good, middle-class families in the community of Castine, as the development southwest of the nearest town of Barre was known.
And there was another advantage to the location. It was distant enough from the city that if she had a particularly frustrating encounter with a man - as was sure enough to happen in time - she wouldn't be tempted to go to Sally's place for an evening of comfort and - well, what else could it be called? - unnatural sex.
"Well, if I'm going to get moved in, I'd better not sit here and daydream all day," the lissome young widow told herself as she stepped from the cab of her small truck and crossed the overgrown lawn to the door to the cottage, the key ready in her hand. It was with a thrill never before experienced that she realized she'd have three months of complete peace and quiet, free from the distractions of the city. It didn't seem like much, but to young Jan Martin, it was a needed break from her hectic life as an editor.
She stepped into the living room, leaving the door open to clear out the musty smell, and went around quickly cranking open the casement windows. The living room was large, paneled with dark, polished wood, the roof supported by heavy open beams. The furnishings were from another era, over-long sofa and chairs upholstered in real leather rather than plastic. In an alcove, there was an oak dining table with chairs to match. On the walls were attractive landscape prints.
The cottage came completely furnished, even though her brother had been gone for some time, and it was nice not to have to spend a lot of money on furniture, bedding, and the hundreds of other small but ultimately costly things needed in a h ome. Jan had accumulated a few possessions of her own, but most of them had been left in her flat in Boston for the summer. However, there were some indispensable items she now had to unpack. Sighing, she set about the task of carrying cardboard boxes and odd-shaped bags from the truck.
Jan hadn't realized how hot the day was - or maybe the heat was due to the fact that the cottage was set in a natural bowl which would restrict the movement of air, trap the heat of the day. She was glad she'd worn a minimum of clothes, and wished she'd put on shorts which hadn't shrunk quite so much. With each quick scissoring of her long smooth-fleshed legs, the fabric at the crotch rubbed the distended lips of her cunt, arousing the flesh she had appeased with her fingers so urgently and shamelessly only a short while before.
God! How did I ever let myself do that - right there on the road, she thought. What if someone were watching?
"Good morning, ma'am," a voice said behind her as she bent to pick up a box, the half-moons of her buttocks straining tight against the faded shorts. "Are you Mrs. Martin?"
Startled, the dark haired young widow let go of the box and whirled around, her mouth dropping open at the unexpected sound. She had been sure she was the only person for miles around.
Her deep brown eyes flashed, then fastened on a teenage youth who was just dismounting from a bicycle and leaning it against the huge oak tree which shaded the yard. He had the look of an overgrown puppy, a rangy boy, well-muscled but, judging from his shy grin, barely into adolescence. His shaggy hair was sand-colored. His blue eyes looked at her in embarrassment, and she knew he must be trying to repress the young male thoughts which must be spilling in confusion through his mind at the vision of hr long tan legs and scantily dressed body. He was deeply tanned, but a few freckles showed through the golden-brown finish of his skin. A thin T-shirt stretched over the angular muscularity of his frame, and his only other garment was a pair of faded jeans hung low on his boyish hips. He seemed ready to grow out of them at any moment.
A sudden dizziness overcame the startled young widow.
Although the face was not at all the same, he was like a reflection from the past of her dead husband: the same lankiness, the same shy demeanor. She heard herself gasp, and realized that her eyes had been drawn irresistibly to the juncture of his legs. Yes, it was here - the growing rod of cock-flesh that seemed to be ready to burst from the confines of his jeans as it thickened and hardened and lengthened. She forced her eyes from the swelling and all it promised to meet the boy's self-consious gaze, and saw him blush in embarrassment at his body's natural reaction to a beautiful woman.
"Yes - I'm Mrs. Martin," she managed to say. "You frightened me. I didn't realize anyone was around."
"I didn't mean to sneak up on you .. . Aunt Jan," he blurted. "I don't think my father mentioned anything about me .. . I'm living in town this summer. Dad told me to come over and clean up the weeds for you."
She blinked. Yes, she remembered Bob mentioning his spn, but she'd had so little contact with her brother and his family for the past ten years since he and his wife had separated - that is, until this summer, when he'd generously written, concerned about Jan's state of mind after Hank's death, and offered her his summer place. So her nephew Sammy was more like a stranger to her than her own flesh and blood, even though she'd played with the youth when he was no more than a babe in arms. But this was quite a transformation.
"Sammy ... yes, I remember. It's hard to believe you're my own nephew. I must confess I'd forgotten completely about you. There's been so little contact with the Hewlet side of the family, you know."
"Yeah..." he said, blushing. "Well, we'll get to know each other okay, I guess, this summer. This place has been sort of neglected. Like I said, Dad told me to drop by and do whatever needed to be done. You don't have to worry - the old man's paying me for the first week, and I do a lot of yardwork, so I know what to cut down and what to let stand. It might take a few days to get the weeds out, and then I should spade up the lawn and put on some fertilizer. This can be a real pretty place, if you'll let me work on it, you know. Pop told me if I took good care of you when you moved in, you might hire me to take care of everything all through the summer. I did yardwork in a lot of places around here, and I do it all by hand, not with gas lawn mowers to disturb you - you'd never know I was here working. I'm only fourteen, but I lied about my age to get a driver's license and can borrow a pickup to haul the stuff away ..."
"Sammy, Sammy, slow down!" Jan cried out, trying not to laugh at his eagerness. "You're going so fast, I can't understand you."
"Yeah well..." he said, his eyes on the roundness of her breasts, fascinated by the way the nipples were rising. "I talk too much. I know that. Everybody says I talk too much."
"Oh, it's not that," Jan said kindly. "Perhaps you try to talk too fast. Now, let's try that again!"
"Well, I wrote to my pop and told him I'd be around here for the summer, and he wrote back to have me drop by an' see you. See ... like you know, Pop and Ma's separated, so I don't see much of him 'cept around Christmas. Anyway, I like to do things around a place like this, because someday I'd like to have a house myself and be able to take care of it." He grinned shyly. "You pretty much have to unless you're rich. You know what a carpenter costs on weekends? Thirty-two bucks an hour, and you got to pay him from the time he leaves his house. And he always forgets his tools. That's a lot of money, damn! I wouldn't charge you nothing, though. A dollar an hour for yardwork is all. If you needed something like plumbing, where I'd get real dirty, if you wanted to give me a little more, okay." He blushed again. "Anyway, Pop said I should tell ya the truth. I'm trying to get enough money to buy a car next year. Then I can get around with my tools and get more work. I think I can do with five hundred bucks, and then I'll be in business for myself. I won't have to ask for an allowance from my folks, you know, Aunt Jan? I'm talking too much again ..."
"Sammy - take it easy," Jan said, trying to make him relax. She wanted to reach out and tousle his hair, but restrained herself, because she knew if she once touched him, all restraint would be gone. He was so much like Hank! Which seemed strange to her, since he was her own blood relation.
"I'm glad Bob asked you to stop by," she said, carefully phrasing her words. ''Otherwise, I wouldn't have anybody to turn to when something has to be done, and there are so many things when you're moving into a new home, even though it's just for this summer. I'm sure you know much better than I do what needs to be done here. I hardly know one flower from another. And I would like this little place to be pretty and comfortable for me for the time being. I know it hasn't been lived in for a while, so there are probably things inside which need attention, too, and if you can fix them, it will be great. Now, a dollar an hour would be much too little for anything except cutting grass. You'd never get your new car at those wages. If you can do whatever I'd have to call a carpenter or a plumber or an electrician for - well, I can't afford thirty dollars an hour, but I'll give you whatever I can. Would that be fair?"
"Oh, yes, yes, ma'am," Sammy blurted. "Even the dollar an hour'd be fine. By spring I'd have enough money for a second-hand jalopy. Then, I can get three or four dollars an hour, 'cause I can get around to the wealthy folks."
"I'm afraid that doesn't include me," she giggled at his enthusiasm. "But if I can help you get to them, I will. And I'll tell you something else," she smiled demurely at him. "I have this old pickup. It's not worth much money, but it runs well. Is it the sort of truck you're thinking of?"
"My gosh, it sure is!" he said eagerly. "A three-quarter ton with a four speed box. I can even carry a cord of wood in it, if the old motor holds up. I'd have to get a chain saw. and figure on gas and insurance and everything like that, but I'd really wind up doing beautifully. Even going to school, and I've still got three years of high school to go, working on weekends, I'd still come out making fifty dollars a week ... but I don't see how I could ever afford to buy that truck from you, ma'am," he finished weakly. "I know what it's worth, and I don't have that kind of money. I don't have any way of getting it, either."
He twisted his big hands together and grinned at her as if apologizing for some imagined shortcoming.
Take the truck! Just let me get a hold of you! Jan thought crazily.
He was so young and vibrant and sincere, after all the insensitive older men she had been forced to endure and evade. He was, in a way, the image of her deceased husband, only younger, and more innocent. Hank had been sincere, but he had npt been innocent. He'd grown up hard and capable and knowing and he had gone out and, she imagined, laughed in the face of death ... His job in Canada had been with explosives, and he knew it was a dangerous one; he could have stayed home that fall, but he hadn't.
Now, after six months, the pain was still there, and even stronger, a longing. And now, an unexpected complication presented by this handsome boy who innocently sparked so many memories, stirred such long-repressed desire. Jan Martin fought to compose herself, knowing that her naked need for Sammy was showing in her flushed face. She couldn't keep her eyes from the bulging crotch of his pants, where the urgent outline of his swollen penis was so firmly etched.
"If you're so interested in the truck, perhaps your dad could help," she smiled. "It sounds like you could pay back a loan quite quickly."
"I'm just a kid," he said bitterly. "Just a freshman in high school. And Pop doesn't like the idea of me cutting wood, ya know. That's for the lower class, or something. He'd like me to lifeguard at the country club, or something like that. But he can't figure why I like to work with my hands -and there's no way I can tell 'em."
"I'm sure you would like to work with your hands," she said, almost dreamily.
"What...?" the boy stopped his constant chatter and looked at his blinking brunette aunt.
"I mean, you seem so strong," she said.
"I work out a lot," he said. "I mean with weights and like that."
"Now, about your ambitions, young man, and your wanting a truck. Maybe we can make a deal, if you think this one will do a job for you."
"You mean, you might make a deal to let me buy it, Aunt Jan?" the young boy blurted out. And then his face fell. "But I don't see how I could. I've only got about sixty bucks saved up - it's gotta be worth at least four, five hundred. Even working all summer, I can't make that much."
Jan thought furiously, wanting to hold this beautiful young boy who reminded her so much of her husband, and knowing that if she offered anything that would seem like an outright gift, he would have too much pride to accept it, that she would only drive him away.
Forcing herself to look square in his blue eyes, she said, "Sammy, if you honestly think you can make money cutting and selling wood and you want that old truck, I'll tell you what I might do. You cut grass and get the landscaping into shape here and for that I'll pay you a dollar an hour. Whatever else needs to be taken care of, painting of fixing the pipes or whatever, you do on your own. For that, in return, you may have the use of the truck to see if you can make something of this firewood idea of yours. If it works out, by the end of the summer you should have enough money to buy the truck. And if it doesn't, you won't have any money invested. How does that sound?"
"Fantastic, Aunt Jan!" the boy said, shaking his head in wonderment. "But... I can't take money for doing yardwork and have your truck free!"
"Look here, Sammy," the young widow said, trying to sound stem. "You'll also be doing a lot of dirty work for which you won't be paid. It could be a total loss to you if you haven't figured out your plans right. You can't afford to buy a truck right now - and I can't afford a carpenter at whatever price per hour. So we're both taking a chance, aren't we?" "We... I mean, I don't want to take advantage of you," he said shyly, his eyes fixed on the swelling of her high, wide-set breasts under the thin fabric of her blouse. "I think maybe I should start by helping you get all this stuff inside and put away, and maybe there's some heavy things to be moved around."
"Okay, Sammy. Good idea," she said. "I'm not getting much done by myself in this heat. Isn't it a little warm for Vermont?"
"Yeah, this part of the country tends to warm up, it being in a sort of canyon and all," he said. "You just let me handle this stuff, ma'am. Til get it inside for you, and then figure out just how to tackle all the weeds and things that have grown up, maybe get a start on cutting some of the wild stuff back."
"Yes... if you'd do that..." Jan mumbled, no longer able to look the boy in the face. She was conscious only of the massive bulge at the crotch of his jeans. She wanted to rip them open, clutch his male flesh, hug him to her, drop to her knees and devour him.
It had been so long, and he was so much like Hank, so desirable. She imagined what it would be like to feel his youthfully rigid cock ramming high up into her pulsating cunt. She thought of how it would feel to have her sensitive flesh rippling ahead of the penetrating stiffness of his penis in wave after sensual wave as he went deeper into her, until the masses of their curly pubic hair smacked together and tangled wetly, his heavy balls squashing against her straining buttocks while her trembling thighs clamped his young virile body and his cock filled her quaking belly.
How could this be!? How could she have resisted temptation so many times, even turned to her girl friend for relief, and now so suddenly turn to this boy who was barely old enough to shave? A boy who was obviously so inexperienced, who looked on her as an older woman and his aunt and therefore untouchable, even though he had the unmistakable male reaction to the sight of her scantily clad body. How could she want and need him so much, so soon?
"But it's too hot for you to do any work outside today," she muttered. "Let it go until later, Sammy."
"Never you mind," he said cheerfully,
"I'll get the rest of your stuff inside and then figure out where to begin out there."
"Fine ... okay, that'll be fine, Sammy," the mesmerized brunette said, nearly choking on the words. "But I don't want you to work too hard in the hot sun."
"Don't worry - I won't."
He smiled his crooked grin and disappeared out the door. In a matter of moments, he had the truck completely unloaded and the boxes stacked in the living room.
"Want me to help put this stuff away?" he asked.
She could tell he was trying to keep his eyes averted from her long tan legs and bursting breasts, and having no more success than she herself as she attempted to keep her fascinated gaze from the evident bulge of his throbbing penis. Oh, the urge to go to him, to take his teenage rock-hardness in her hand and fondle it, to feel his hot rigid maleness, was terrifyingly strong, and Jan told herself she must resist the temptation, keep control of herself at alt costs.
"I think I'd better do it myself, Sammy," she said, her voice almost breaking. "I'll have to figure out just where "I want things, and I'd probably change my mind so many times I'd drive you crazy. No - just get started on the yard for now.";'
"Whatever you say, ma'am."
The boy went out. Standing well back from the open door, she watched his lithe movements as he surveyed the yard and then began hacking the heavy growth of weeds with a scythe from the tool shed. His muscles rippled like a panther's as he swung the long knife, slicing smoothly at the stubborn underbrush.
Stop this! she commanded herself. He's only a boy.
But it was an impossible order. Jan knew that as long as she lingered there, she wouldn't be able to take her eyes off young Sammy, and with a great force of will, she made herself turn away and start unpacking the boxes. But it was almost impossible to concentrate on the task before her - at one point she found herself neatly placing silverware in the linen closet. Jan's mind was hazy, all she could think t)f was the bulge in the boy's pants. It became worse when she happened to look out a window and saw that Sammy had removed his undershirt and was now naked to the waist, a film of perspiration gleaming on his golden body and his muscles rippling with energy as he worked.
He was smiling, happy that he had a job for the summer, whistling as he worked. She saw with some relief that his exertions had apparently diverted his attention from her, for the titillating swelling in his jeans had disappeared. Jan wished the ache in her own loins would do the same, but it only became worse, and it was only with a supreme effort of will that she was able to finish unpacking and sorting things out.
Furiously, she tried to divert her mind, deciding at one point to call Sally at her home and ask her to drive up from Boston. With Sally on hand, she would be safe from her own desires, and there would be no question of a sexual episode with her pretty young friend - after seeing Sammy, the last thing Jan wanted was another woman touching her. She'd begun to dial the number before she realized the phone hadn't been connected.
The tormented brunette, surrendering to this unforseen impasse, decided the only solution was to literally drown the raging fire within her yearning young body in an ice-cold shower. With sudden determination, she grabbed a fluffy towel and a new cake of soap and flew into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Bam!
Here, she would purge herself of her lewd desires! With startling rapidity, she wriggled out of her few clothes, acutely aware of the rich heady woman-scent of her aroused pussy, aware that her tanned curvaceous flesh glistened with a fain t sheen of perspiration. Brought on by what? The heavy heat of the day outside, or her rampant sexuality locked inside her and so long denied release?
Jan caught sight of her own image in the full length mirror on the bathroom door and almost fearfully let her eyes rove over the reflection. The buds of her coral-hued nipples were swollen and erect with desire, darkening the tips of her firm, wide-set breasts. She could see her brown eyes, smoky with unspent passion, her mouth full and slightly parted over even white teeth. From the fullness of her breasts, her body curved sharply into an almost tiny waist, then flared out into the rich swelling of voluptuous hips. Nestled in the dark triangle of her pubic hair she could see the pink pussy-furrow peeping out at her. Did she imagine it, or were the curly hairs glistening with the dew of her hot vaginal juices? Almost fearfully, she let her right hand move between her legs. Yes! She was wet, ready!
Ready for young Sammy Wilson - her own nephew!
Moaning, she closed her eyes against the lewd image of her wanton flesh, and stepped into the shower, turning it on full and cold, and gasping at the force of the stinging icy water.
Yessssss . . . this was better. The buffeting spray momentarily drove her carnal thoughts away, and she began to soap the goose-bumped curves of her body thoroughly, trying to wash her mind as clean of lewd desires as her cream-white young flesh. She knew her long ebony-colored hair was getting soaked too, but she didn't care. She stayed in the shower for a long time, punishing herself until she felt almost frozen, unable to think of anything but the chill which permeated her trembling body. Only then did she shut off the pelting icy water and reach for the towel to rub herself dry.
And almost instantly she realized she'd made a mistake.
The bathroom had a high window overlooking the weed-grown garden where her lithe young nephew was still working. The window was tilted open, allowing the furnace heat of the day into the house. She began to pant uncontrollably at the sight of him, as of their own volition her fingers found the throbbing lips of her cunt and slipped up inside. First one finger, then a second and a third delved deep into her swollen vagina, spreading the long-unsatisfied passage as her thumb went to the already hardened button of her clitoris and stroked it in time to the deep-jabbing fingers. But it was all a meager substitute for the young penis she so desperately wanted and needed.
"Aaaaaaah - ohhhhhhhhh!" the young widow moaned, k nowing she had completely lost control.
Her eyes glazed and her mouth parted as she panted like a bitch in heat, her fingers rubbing and probing and plunging wantonly into her most secret, sensitive flesh. She did not know whether it was her wild desire for the young boy, or just a spell which had somehow overcome her, possibly triggered by the experience of finally getting away from the terrible memories which haunted her in Boston. How else to e xplain her sudden, uncontrollable need to finger-fuck herself only a few hours before, out in the open on a country road, where anyone might have passed and seen her? After all, she hadn't even remembered that young Sammy was alive at that time. Then again, maybe this wanton-self-indulgence was really brought on by nothing more than a subconscious linking of Sammy with her time-distorted memory of the brief wonderful time she'd spent so long ago with Hank.
She couldn't think clearly at all. Her thoughts were a complete jumbie as she steadily neared a self-induced climax!
God! Twice in one day, when she'd gone a whole month without ever touching herself, or allowing herself to think of the sexual pleasures her vibrant young body demanded as its right. The young brunette's stroking hand became a blur in the moistly flowing slit of her distended cunt.
"Ohhhh! oooooh!" The waves of sensation were surging through her jerking pussy as hernaked pubic mound thrust out in wild spasms against the pleasure-giving fingers. "Uggggh! Ughhhhh! Aaaaaaah -yess, now . . . I'm, oh, God help meeeee . . . I'm CUUUUUMI NNNNNGGGG!"
The viscous fluid gushed from her exploding cuntal passage, coating her hand thickly as she sank down panting, her long tapering legs splayed wide on the bath stool. She pressed her hand tight to the softly palipitating mound of pubic hair as her obscenely sated passion receded.
In the mirror Jan saw her own lewd image, her face flushing red with her stilled lust, her eyes glazed, her dark hair matted wetly where it hung far down her shoulders, her full firm breasts jiggling with the slow spasming of her desire-spent body. Weakly, ashamed to meet her own eyes in the mirror, she stood on shaky legs and made her way to the washbasin.
Taking a cloth and fragrant soap, Jan Martin,' with trembling fingers, began to wash the thick unmistakable evidence of her own unnatural yielding to her body.
"Yes. He's got to go. I have to send him away," she told herself. "If I look out there and see him, I won't be able to help myself. Fll call him in here on some pretext and seduce him .., a mere boy ... My nephew! I can't let this sort of thing happen."
NO ... she couldn't allow it, the young tormented widow knew. There were laws to protect youngsters from just such depraved desires as her own. If anything did happen and they were found out, she would be disgraced, even sent to prison as a sexual deviate. She wished fervently now that she had stopped it before it began,, told the eager teenager she had arranged for a professional gardner or something.
And what secret Jewd urge had made her make him the ridiculous offer of that truck? She knew in her heart that it was irrational, . that she had invented the proposal only so she could have him near. Now, she could see no way of getting out of her predicament. Certainly she couldn't do anything so unfair as to renege on the arrangement on the pretext that Sammy wasn't a satisfactory worker. He was doing the work of two or three men and seemed to have boundless energy. Certainly he was ambitious and polite and respectful. She sensed he would never give her cause to fault him. But at least she could send him away for the rest of the day, and maybe by tomorrow, she would have conceived a solution, or the wanton mood would have passed as quickly as it had come over her.
But how to send him away gracefully? It was now only mid-afternoon, and she could see by watching through the window that the boy had blocked out a certain amount of the work to be finished that day. And she knew that if she tried to lie to him, she would regret it the rest of her life. No, the only thing to do was take herself away. At Jeast that she could do without creating an awkward scene.
Jan thought for an excuse to absent herself and finally decided simply telling him she had to go to Barre would do it. She would even dress and be in the truck and gone before she could put it off.
With great strength of will she found panties in a drawer and quickly stepped into them, yanking them tightly over the smooth cheeks of her buttocks. She drew a thin turtleneck blouse' over her head and then put on patterned jeans she knew were really too tight and revealing.
Slipping into low-heeled shoes, she slung her purse over her shoulder and almost ran to the truck, jumping into the cab and slamming the door just as the boy, still bare to the waist and carrying a pair of hedge shears, came around the corner of the house.
"I've got to go into town to buy some things, Sammy," she blurted, incapable of glancing at him. She fumbled for her ignition key, found it, and twisted it until the motor came on. "I shouldn't be back till fairly late, so you finish up whenever you want, okay?"
"All right. .. Aunt Jan," his eyes danced when he said these words. She had never thought clearly about her relationship with this boy, but with those two words he'd spelled it out. "Things are a wreck now," he continued, "but by next week, I'll have the worst stuff chopped out so we can haul it away."
"That'll be fine, Sammy," she said, trying to smile. Suddenly, she saw him not as a boy but as some kind of threat from which she didn't know how to escape.
"Now, if you get hungry or thirsty," she said, regaining her composure, "Just raid the fridge. You'll find a few things to make sandwiches with, and there's some beer . . . but then, you're not old enough to drink beer, are you? There's some Coke there too."
He shrugged. "Thanks Aunt Jan," he said, She winced. He seemed to be accustoming himself to using this new form of addressing her. "Maybe I'll have a Coke in awhile. See you tomorrow morning."
"Uhh . . . yes, in the morning," she mumbled, almost falling over the words.
Jan stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup turned its wheels rapidly as she backed in a tight circle, shifted gears and then drove hurriedly down the curving !ane without looking back.
Chapter Two
Jan Martin's mind raced on crazily as she sped down the narrow Vermont road. She didn't know where she was going - only that she would stay away from her place long enough to be sure her newly discovered nephew had gone home for the day.
She thought of driving up to Barre and buying some provisions, as she did need more supplies, and she knew she would have to start remembering to do all her shopping on a one trip a week basis. Bringing home food every day just wouldn't be practical any more, living so far from town.
She wondered what young Sammy liked to eat, but that seemed foolish! What did he matter anyway? What worried her was the fact that she'd come up here to get away from the strain of city life and once and for all rid herself of the painful memory of Hank's death. And now here she was, haunted by some new spectre of her dead husband.
The trees sped by in neat rows, and the mountains seemed to rise up higher around her. Now she was passing by the village general store and gas station - about all the small town amounted to - but she didn't see the two men seated in the shade of the building watching her as she drove on.
"Man, that little baby moves her ass fast around here," said Stew Crone, gazing through the mid-afternoon heat at the spirals of dust left by Jan Martin's speeding truck.
"Shit.. . she hightailed it up into the mountains like a white-tailed deer," his companion agreed, watching with great interest as the truck disappeared around a bend in the road. "Maybe she's got some important appointment up in Barre." He grinned and then dragged deeply on his cigarette. "I don't know how I'm gonna work it, but I'm sure as hell gonna get me some of that prime ass."
"She ain't goin' to Barre," Stew said.
"Where else then?" said Jake.
"Shit if I know."
"Well, I know I'd like to fill her sexy mouth with my prick," said Jake.
"I wouldn't throw 'er out of bed," his companion agreed. "Think she sucks guys off?"
"Never knew a pretty little gal who wouldn't go into the blow-job business once you got it into her mouth," Jake said. "Sometimes you gotta kinda persuade 'em to do it at first, though." He laughed and slapped his thighs. "But, once they get that first little taste, well, they come to like it... I mean, they can't hardly not!"
"But how the hell do we get her?"
"Wait a while . .. just biding our time," Jake winked. "We'll be seeing her either in the post office or down the road in the field," he said, nodding in the direction of the land the two men occasionally plowed. He reached down into the paper sack between them and found another beer. "Maybe if we let her know we saw her playing with her cunt out in front of all tarnation, she might just give us a little to keep us quiet."
(iYeah, well ..." Stew said thoughtfully, "a piece like her is worth waiuV for. We just gotta be careful we don't screw up."
"Well," Jake said thoughtfully, staring off into the dark green of the Vermont mountains. "Wouldn't it be something if n we could catch her with her leggy girl friend?"
"Jake," said Stew, sipping excitedly at his beer. "I can almost taste it! That young pussy,! mean!"
Sammy Hewlet put his axe aside and moved into the comparative coolness of the house. He was sweating heavily from his exertions and thought that, despite his resolve, one jam sandwich and a Coke would be okay.
He shut the door behind him and headed straight for the kitchen. He knew the interior of the cottage well, for he had lived here for several years when he was a child. He found a Coke in the refrigerator, and instead of jam there were some cold cuts he opened. He ate and drank quickly, realizing suddenly afterward that he had to use the bathroom.
When he entered it, he was immediately assailed by the sweet womanly scent of Jan Martin - and he felt glad that a woman Jike her, his own aunt besides, was taking his family's place. She was so beautiful, but much too old for him. And besides that, you didn't mess around with your aunt. But she seemed like such a fine person too, giving him the job and all, when she might as well have hired somebody professional to do it. And then she'd made that promise about the truck - practically blowing his mind.
Now he struggled with the buttons of his jeans, ashamed at the physical reaction caused by just thinking of how voluptuous she looked wearing only the thin blouse and shorts. No mistaking it, he'd been able to see the points of her nipples. She couldn't have been wearing a bra! And where her thighs came together, yes, there had been wisps of soft dark hair where the fabric had been pressed tight into the slit of her pussy. And the way her ass moved when she walked or bent over! Crap!
It became too much for the young lad just thinking of his new benefactor. Against his will his penis, freed from the restraint of his jeans, sprang up semi-erect, the rubbery head swelling dark with urgent blood. He shut his eyes and tried to will it soft again, but it only became worse.
Resolutely, he tried to force his ever hardening cock downward, to aim it toward the toilet. He knew that if he could relieve the pressure in his bladder, the aching tumescence would go away, then he could go back to the sticky heat of the yard and divert his salacious thoughts with, hard work. He tried to think of anything in the world but his pensive young aunt, and finally conceded that he was going to fail completely.
Against his will, his strong closed fist began slowly to pump the length of his desire-bloated rod, running the thick foreskin .back and forth over the blood-engorged head. He began to imagine what his Aunt Jan Martin would look like naked, stripped bare of her scanty summer clothes, her voluptuous breasts nibbing against him, her hands caressing him as even now he was caressing himself. He thought of her pubic mound pushing against his own, rubbing hard against his aching cock. His hand moved faster and faster, and he began to groan, thinking of her standing tight against him, their bellies rubbing and her smooth tapering legs inching apart to allow his rampant cock to enter the hot moist opening of her cunt.
He felt his young balls drawing up tight to his body as he rocked wildly to and fro, and then, in a matter of minutes, it ended as a great spurting gush of hot white sperm squirted from his spasming cock to splatter over the mirror in front of him.
"Shooot! Aiiigh!" he groaned, his face red with exertion, his chest heaving, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. "Oooo! God!"
Then the wave of shame spread over him, and he could no longer look at his own image. Flushing in solitary embarrassment, he frantically looked for something to wipe away the evidence of his depravity. He picked up the wash-cloth Jan herself had used such a short time before when she too had yielded to uncontrollable desire. He cleaned himself with it, rinsed it and hurriedly washed the wall and mirror, never suspecting the previous use to which the cloth had been put, never thinking that the lovely young widow could have dreamed of his. body the way he had dreamed of hers.
Finally the teenager was in physical and emotional control of himself again. He thought of returning to the yard and decided it would be a good idea. He could work another hour or so before having to go home to dinner, but what if his gorgeous widowed aunt should return unexpectedly? He was sure she would be able to tell with a single look at his face what had happened, and in that case she would surely send him away, afraid that on some future occasion he might try to rape her. And he really didn't want to do that. He was almost in love with her after seeing her for just an hour. He would never in his life do anything to hurt her, never! But how would be be able to explain that if she accused him? No, the best tiling to do, the Hewlet boy thought, was to leave now. In the morning he was sure the vision and memory of what lie had done would be lessened enougli so he could handle himself all right.
Looking carefully to be sure he had removed all traces of his explosive cum from the bathroom, he left the house and locked the door behind him. Minutes later he was pedaling swiftly down the curving road toward his mother's suburban tract home.
Jan drove aimlessly north into the mountains, unaware of how much time had passed. At one point she realized the truck's tank was nearly empty, and she stopped at a service station to get gas. Looking at a roadside sign, the distressed brunette realized she'd driven a full seventy miles from her new summer home. She hadn't even realized it, and only then did she remember the supplies she intended to get.
Well, the pretty brunette thought, shopping centers were good places to kill time. She stopped at a large one whiUi had a supermarket and hardware store and an assortment of shops and began buying soft drinks, and although she seldom used alcohol, a six-pack of beer and a bottle of gin. Then she stopped by the garden supply store and picked up some grass seed and fertilizer.
She figured it was safe to go back to her place now, even if she was still a bit apprehensive about her own feelings. She turned the truck toward home and was within a few miles of her destination when she realized that the air had turned cool.
Abruptly, a thought struck her - perhaps with the coolness of the approaching night, young Sammy had decided to return for a couple more hours work after he'd had his dinner.
Shrugging to herself, Jan thought this was unlikely, but it was a possibility, particularly as he had been so eager to earn money for the truck. And he was such a conscientious, hard-working young man, so. unlike most of those she saw each day when she went to her office in Boston. There the young writer had encountered some of the worst types, especially when she was out on some journalistic assignment where she had to be in the street most of the day.
She'd known teenagers in her day, and in fact had been one herself not so very long ago, but the young people she met in some of the Boston areas - even the suburbs -had absolutely shocking manners. Wise beyond their years, wearing their phony hippie attire of long hair and beads, which might as well have been yesterday's black leather jackets and too-tight chinos, and with the inevitable cigarette dangling from their mouths, they made the most vile remarks to her.
"Hey, lady . .. you don't seem to be doin' much business this afternoon - how 'bout a quick screw, huh?"
"Shiiittt," another whistled between his teeth, "You got some ass! Wouldn't mind getting a little of that - wanna sneak over here and give Johnny-boy a try?"
And then, another: "C'mon honey, gimme some head. You know, suck me off with those pretty red lips of yours!"
But the more angry Jan became, the more they appeared to enjoy it, laughing, dancing around her, whistling, trying to get their hands on her as she whirled in circles, attempting to keep her enraged eyes on all of them at once. When such incidents had first begun, she'd called the police, but by the time the black-and-white car would arrive, the delinquents would have hootingly fled down the street or a convenient alley or over a fence. And she had soon learned that by calling the police, she was creating a different problem for herself, for in her own way, the officers enjoyed taunting her just as much as the kids. What started out as mild flirtations and a couple of dates, soon turned into lewd conversations and compromising wrestling matches. They were no better than the kids they were supposed to be protecting her from! And they had been after her friend Sally, too, nearly driving the shy lesbian girl out of her mind. Occasionally, the two girls worked together on a local robbery or a series of interviews, and Jan had had an opportunity to watch police tactics on her female lover. The younger girl had urged her to report them to the precinct lieutenant, but Jan, older and wiser, if not much more experienced, had turned the idea down.
"It's not smart to have the beat cop angry with you," she counseled. "They can find a thousand ways to make your life miserable. No, I'll just call the precinct house, thank them for the help we've had, and say we won't be needing so many men following us around when we're in dangerous areas."
A neon sign on the roadway suddenly jolted Jan from her unpleasant reverie. Although the young widow seldom drank, she thought a highball might ease her tensions. Only a few cars were in the diner parking lot ahead, so she pulled up and took the precaution of peeking in the door before entering.
It looked safe enough - the only customers were two middle-aged couples who were drinking beer and playing pool. Grateful that the place wasn't crowded, she went in. She would never sit at a bar, so she asked the elderly barman to bring her a screwdriver to one of the booths which lined the far end of the room. As she got into the booth she noticed the way the barman's eyes lingered on the lush contours of her breasts, even though, to judge from his appearance, he must have been in his seventies. Nervously, she sipped her drink and then lit a cigarette.
Jan wondered why it was that males, no matter what their age, seemed to eye her in the same lewd salacious way. She knew that she was a beautiful woman and so had to expect a certain amount of attention, but it seemed they all did it. Time and again she had seen it happen when she was in the company of girls who seemed just as attractive as herself. Jan was the one they had eyes for, and God knew she didn't intentionally invite the leering glances and thinly-veiled suggestions which often were outright propositions of the frankest sort ... it made her blush to think of them because, no matter how quickly and coldly she had invariably rejected them, deep within herself had been a wanton desire for a male with a hard-driving penis plunging in and out of her yearning cunt, fucking her without mercy, bringing her the release her long-denied woman's body had longed for over so many lonely years before Hank ... and now after his death.
Just thinking about it made her gulp her drink, spilling a few drops from her sensuous mouth as her lower lip trembled. Her neglected cigarette had burned itself out in the ashtray, and with fumbling fingers she quickly lit another and drew deeply on the penetrating smoke.
It was those times of unbearable temptation in the last six months that drove me to Sally. Thank God there were so few of them.
Now she remembered how it had been with the slender girl, whose huge dark eyes were luminous in the dim room. Sally gently undressing her and guiding her to the bed, laying her down, kissing with her hotly searching mouth while her flickering tongue lashed at Jan's burning flesh, inch by inch until finally Sally's curly cap of light hair dipped into the widespread "vee" of Jan's trembling thighs, and her darting tongue speared into the open sweetly flowing lips of her trembling cunt. Jan writhing and moaning on the bed, clutching Sally's bobbing blonde head between her hands while the soft avid sounds of licking and sucking filled the room.
Afterward, drained of her frustrations in a soul-rending orgasm, the satisfied brunette would sleep in Sally's warm embrace, feeling that perhaps she should do something in return but having no desire to. Out of gratitude, Jan thought she would do anything Sally asked of her, but the quiet lesbian never asked. As if knowing the few episodes were really a foreign thing for Jan, the girl never mentioned them, even in a hinting way, and for this her friend was doubly grateful.
Now her glass was suddenh- empty, and the relaxing young widow caught the barman's eye to signal for a refill. While waiting for him to bring it, needing to concentrate on something, anything to divert her attention from her lewd recollections, she watched the rising spirals of smoke from her cigarette.
"Hi there, Mrs. Martin!"
A fresh drink was suddenly on the table, and she looked up, startled, to see a man she thought she should recognize but couldn't. He was rather tall and thin, with a long face and thick bushy gray hair. His mouth was heavy, and in the dim light of the tavem, his eyes were looking at her in a way she knew only too well. How could he know her? She'd never been in this place before in her life. He correctly read the confusion on her startled face.
'Now, look here .. . don't you recall who I am? Well, you just saw me that one time ... I was working in a field down the road a piece from your place. I'm Jake Brown, 'member? Then ... t'other day at the post office, helped you with one of them forms you was filling out."
"Oh ... yes, Mr. Brown," she managed to say weak}/. He had seen her once on the road! Did that mean he had been an unseen observer as she'd masturbated while looking down the hillside at her new home?
Oh God, it couldn't be!
But there was an unmistakable lust to the way he had his eyes fixed on her up thrust breasts, just like every woman-abusing male. The guilt-ridden brunette found her voice. "No ... I'm sorry, I mean I couldn't see you here in the bad light. Thanks for uh, bringing me my drink." She fished coins from her purse and put them on the table, 'i think this is the right amount."
"Now, look here, we're friendly fellas up here in the Green Mountain country, not like down south in Boston."
The tall thin man moved to sit down across from her. But Jan cooled him with her eyes and then, with an imperious edge to her tone, said, "I'm sorry Mr. Brown, but I'm very tired. If you don't mind, I'd like to sit here alone."
"Yeah, well I can understand that, Mrs. Martin," he said, scratching his chin. "Now, why don't you let me do ya a little favor. I seen all that crap in your truck, and it come to me maybe you might need some kinda help. Getting it in, I mean."
"Getting it in?!"
"Like, you shouldn't have to carry all that stuff into the house. I'll do it for you tomorrow when I'm up in the field for plowing."
His words had a bestially obscene connotation to them, and looking at his thin-featured face, she knew he meant them just the way his expression seemed to indicate. God . .. this was absolutely horrible! It seemed the men up here were as bad in their countrified way as those she had spent so much time evading in the city. Well.. .'she'd just have to stop it before it got started.
"Thanks, Mr. Brown," she said, smiling, managing to keep calm, cool and collected. "You see, my young nephew will be helping me out this summer. Hell unload the truck when I come home."
'That's Sammy Hewlet ain't it? S'good boy, as far as that goes. Just you let me know if he ain't doin' the job and I'll be around."
"Please," she said, abruptly less confident in herself. "Good-night, Mr. Brown," the now-furious young widow said.
Her less than subtle tormentor grinned and strode to the door. Moments later, she heard the sound of a car starting and he drove away. Tears began to form in Jan's eyes, and her entire body trembled in mingled anger and fear. She wished desperately that she had gone straight home, for now she couldn't bring herself to leave the diner.
Her nerves were totally shot, and without thinking, she called for another drink. Another followed, then another. And then it was two a.m., and she was aim ost unconsciously negotiating the narrow road home.
The early morning sun awoke her. She thought for a moment, not recalling how she'd made it home. Her head felt like a hammer had slammed into it, and her teeth felt like tombstones - the way they always did when she had a hangover. Never again, she vowed to herself as she stumbled into the shower - no matter how strong the stress. She dressed then went .into the kitchen for coffee. The coffee was as bitter a reminder as she could have of her night's intoxication - but then she remembered the gin she'd purchased and thought a little hair of the dog wouldn't hurt her. As soon as she'd retrieved the bottle from the truck and poured herself a shot, she began to feel much better. Then she put the bottle away and considered the day before her.
Driving back down to Boston would be useless, as she'd nothing much to do save pick up a few things at her apartment. There was more to do here, straightening up her brother Bob's place. As she began her chores, she began to feel better - unti] suddenly she remembered her younj nephew would be arriving in an hour or so Then, as abruptly as she'd thought of him he was knocking on the door.
"Christ... no," she cursed, as he: wanton desire for the teenage boy began to return, "I should have gotten word to him not to come - but I can't send him away without making him think something's strange."
Slowly, her long legs trembling under her, she went to greet the boy, hoping she didn't look as bad as she felt. She opened the door and made herself meet the handsome boy's glance. For some reason, he seemed to be embarrassed, and if so, it made two of them, she thought.
"Hi there, Sammy," she was able to say. "You're early."
"Well," he said, his eyes drooping shyly away to fix on his feet. "I won't be able to stay too late today. I got other work to do this afternoon."
"Okay, Sammy, whatever you want is fine. Just help me by unloading those tilings in the truck I bought yesterday."
Relieved, Jan closed the door as the boy moved away. For a while she tried to stay out of his way by moving from one room to another. But the insatiable heat was growing once more in her loins, and his mere presence was making her tremble with forbidden desire. She attempted to keep Sammy from her sight, and for a time she succeeded; then shortly before noon she realized she was ravenously hungry, that she had forgotten to have any dinner the riight before.
Jan went to the kitchen and began making a lunch. The heat of the day put the thought of a hot meal out of the question, so she began making sandwiches and coid cuts and cheese.
Abruptly she realized she would have to ask Sammy to eat with her. He'd been slaving even harder than she in the sweltering heat, again stripped to the waist. She put several more sandwiches together, trying to postpone the moment when she must call him into the house, and she even thought of taking a plate out in the yard for him,' but knew that would surely look strange.
It was something she would have to face sooner or later. Resolutely, she went to the door and called the boy into the kitchen Where the heaping platter of sandwiches and a bottle of cold milk and glasses were laid out on the small table.
"Sammy - lunch time," she called.
In a moment he appeared, wiping the sweat from his face and body with his T-shirt. "You didn't have to fix me anything, Aunt Jan. I brought somethin' to eat."
She tried to avoid his youthful stare and said, "Now, no nonsense. Just c'mon in. It's all fixed!"
He brushed past her toward the bathroom, his male-scented body bumping awkwardly against the throbbing peaks of her breasts. "Aw okay, thanks," he said.
In a minute they were seated at the table, and only then did she realize that the dining area was so restricted that their knees touched. They both tried to pull back at the same moment, but there wasn't enough room - his back was against the room divider and hers against the sink cabinet.
Both blushed and then grinned as if to say there wasn't a thing they could do about it. Sammy began to eat the sandwiches as she poured milk for him. The boy shyly avoided looking directly in her face, for which she was glad, since surely he would have read the naked yearning that must show vividly there. Jan realized she should have laid out the lunch on the coffee table in the living room, yet that might have been worse - she might have pulled him down to her right there!
Sammy ate furiously, trying to take his mind off the rampant urge to reach across the table and grasp the straining fullness of the older woman's wide-set breasts in his hands and fondle and squeeze them and bring his mouth down hard on hers while her bare leg rubbed and pressed against his. Inside his jeans, his young cock was pulsing so hard it ached, and he knew that as soon as he finished eating he would have to get out in the yard behind the tall hedge and ease the throbbing again. It was shameful, he knew, but he'd just have to do something.
The young widow felt the surge of heat in her cunt and the stiffening of her clitoris until it was rubbing achingly against the constricting fabric of her shorts. Only then did she realize that she'd forgotten to put on panties. She felt her vaginal secretions begin to flow and knew that in a minute or two the crotch of her shorts would be sopping wet, that she somehow would have to remain seated until Sammy left the room, because if she stood up, he would surely see what just his knee touching hers had caused!
But suddenly, she just didn't care. This was an honest sexual arousal, nothing like the unclean desires she had felt with those few men who had affected her so strongly that she had shut herself off from them and run to Sally for help. What she was experiencing now was the same sort of thing she'd felt with Hank, only somehow more urgent, better, if that was possible. Yet the tormented widow knew she must somehow control herself. She wished she could work a hand down the front of her shorts to massage the tingling button of her clitoris and bring on a release of the tension, no matter how ultimately unfulfilling it might be.
But it would be utterly impossible to accomplish this with the handsome young boy sitting so close to her across the table. She felt her face growing hot and the nipples of her breasts crying for attention. Her entire body seemed to be catching fire as blindly she reached for the glass of milk beside her forgotten sandwich in a symbolic effort to quench the flames of lust. But her coordination was gone completely, and she would have tipped it over if Sammy hadn't caught the glass and her hand, his fingers closing tight over both.
"Aunt Jan - you okay?" he blurted, fearful that somehow she had read his lascivious thoughts that were boiling in his brain and become understandably upset. "Gosh, you look kinda strange ..."
"I - oh - I think I'm a bit sick, Sammy," she was able to say. "Last night - I - I drank too much, more than I'm used to. Maybe I ought to go on into the bedroom and lie down."
"Just a sec', let me help you," he mumbled, squeezing from his chair and standing awkwardly with his hand still clasped in hers. He was afraid to look her in the eye, afraid she'd feel the uncontrollable shaking of his hand on hers, "Maybe you worked too hard in here, too ..."
Jan raised her eyes from the tabletop, sweeping her gaze over the slender, hard-muscled length of his youthful body and fastening on the desire-swollen crotch of his jeans. She knew she had lost! If only she hadn't seen the thick outline of his hardened cock and the heavy bulge of his balls, straining beneath. There was an unmistakable mark there, the dark spot of preseminal fluid soaking through the thin denim, and.when she raised her eyes finally to his face, it was not the same face she'd seen only minutes before. This was the face of a passion-driven male, only eighteen years old but virile and wanting her as wildly as she wanted him. And as their eyes locked, she knew that he read the wantonness written in her own gaze. Her entire body quaking, she rose, guided by his strong arm and leaned against him, her arms closing around his lithe muscular physique, pressing hard against him, jamming her pubic mound against the iron-hard denim-covered length of his penis, pressing the burning nipples of her breasts against his heaving chest muscles.
"God ... Sammy, oh Sammy!" she gasped.
With a moan, his mouth pressed hard over hers, clumsy and inexperienced, but guided by age-old instinct.
Jan's lips parted and his tongue snaked hotly between them, forcing its way past the barrier of her teeth and on into her mouth to search for her tongue and suck it hard. The lust his aunt had inspired in him was incredible! The older woman responded wantonly in turn as the boy's groping hands slipped low along the tingling column of her spine to cup her full clenching buttocks.
"Ummm," they both moaned at once, swaying together for an interminable time while she forced her hand between their straining bodies to clutch the rigid length of his cock through his jeans and squeeze frantically. The breath rasped harshly through their nostrils as their mouths clung wetly together until finally Jan broke away with a movement of her head so sudden that it shook the scarf from her hair, letting the raven black mass tumble long and free down her arching back.
"Ooooh, Sammy! The bed!" the feverish young widow cried.
Seemingly without effort, the tall young boy picked her up in his strong arms while she captured his mouth with her own, arms clinging tightly around his neck as he almost ran through the small cottage to the bedroom. When he lowered her to her feet, she nearly collapsed against him, grinding her body at his loins, parting her legs so as to feel the urgent length of his cock against her wantonly churning belly.
Then they were stumbling together, falling across the bed, both of them panting furiously as their hands sought each other's naked flesh. Jan felt her nephew's fingers fumbling with the .buttons of her blouse and couldn't wait for the feel of his hands cupping and squeezing the throbbing mounds of her quivering breasts. She wasn't wearing a brassiere, and it was only seconds before the fabric of her blouse parted, and her heaving breasts were freed to the air.
"Oh now see, Sammy ... take me!" she hissed, her passion now uncontainable.
Eagerly, his hands grasped the quivering roundness caressing and squeezing as his mouth closed hungrily' over first one breast and then the other, sucking hard, lashing the tingling nipples into burning buds which were an electric extension of the pounding nerve-ends of her entire body. She twisted and sobbed, catching his curly head in her hands to draw it down to her naked chest with all the pressure she could muster. She was beyond all thought or reason, guided only by the promise of satisfying release as she spread her legs wide and arched her body to meet his own grinding down. She began to hum against him, her heels digging into the mattress as he kissed and sucked her surging breasts with youthful fervor. Glassy-eyed, she stared at his sandy young head, watching his mouth work on her tingling flesh.
"Sammy - oh Sammy, look - my shorts, get-" .
The lusty young teenager lifted momentarily from her as Jan rose up long enough to work the snap open and slide the zipper down. Then his hands were fumbling to help her own shaking fingers yank them past the swell of her hips and the heavihg half-moons of her buttocks, along the smoothly-turned columns of her legs, to be discarded on the floor. His eyes fastened on the curling ebony mound of her pussy, and he caught his breach as he stared at the narrow slit of her cunt which was even now spreading open like the petals of a soft pink flower. With shaking fingers, the boy reached out to touch it lightly, as if to reassure himself that this was really happening - this that was so much more than Ms young mind had been able to picture the day before when he had made himself cum in his beautiful aunt's bathroom.
Jan cried out softly as Sammy's fingers brushed along the length of her hotly aroused young pussy, dancing nervously up the moistened furrow to flick tantaHzingly at the tiny button of her clitoris. Just that simple contact almost made her cum!
"Ooooooeeeeooo," she cried out, and her head rolled in erotic ecstasy. She had longed so much for this, and now with wide eyes she stared up at the desire-contorted face of her teenage lover and was incredulous that this could actually be happening.
For the first time since Hank had died, she felt like a full woman again! And to think that only a young inexperienced boy - barely an adolescent - had been the one to reignite the fires of sensual excitation! Incredible, but oh so wonderful! And then like an explosion inside her head, she realized that she was making love to her very own relative - that was incest! It should have disturbed her, made her unhappy, made her stop, but strangely it was enough to throw her into wilder excitement since what the two of them were doing was that much more forbidden!
Yes. . . despite her raging passion she was aware of the utter immorality involved. But the only thing that really mattered was to have the lad's straining athlete's body on top of hers, the hot, iron-hard length of his penis ramming into her throbbing vagina. Urgently, she thrust her pussy up to meet his probing finger, and felt it slip into her juice-laden cuntal passage to the first knuckle.
With a strangled cry, she rose up, reaching for the heavy buckle of his belt, ripping it open, clawing at his jeans' fly for the treasure it concealed as she gasped, "Oh Sammy, Sammyyyy!" And then, after a few irregular gulps of air, "Do it to me, make love to me!"
He drew back only long enough to struggle out jof his jeans. Then his young body fell atop hers on the bed, his swollen turgidly thick cock slapping with an audible sound against the smooth plane of her seductively churning belly, his hips crushing into the widespread "vee" of her parted thighs.
"My gawd, would ya take a gander at that," Stew Crone whispered as his eyes bulged from his head. "Never in all my days have I seed a gal so ready to be laid! And what's more, by some little whippersnapper of a kid ... her own kin!"
"Well, I knew she was a hot little number," the other fanner said in a thin voice- "Stuck-up cunt too! Wouldn't have a drink with me last night and now look at her! By Jesus, she^s almost begging to get that stiff prick into her hot little cunt. Ya know, she mentioned she had stuff to think about, but now I know what in tarnation was on her m/m//"
The two had come on the scene just as Jan had called Sammy into the house. Having finished the morning's plowing early on Jake's suggestion, they'd driven over to the widow's cottage and parked their car where it couldn't be seen. Because of the thick foliage around the house, they'd been able to sneak within a dozen feet of the large bedroom window. The casements were wide open and nothing obscured their view of the young boy's willing seduction by the beautiful older woman.
"What we should do," Stew muttered, "Is, if she's so goddamn anxious to be screwed, barge on into the place and give her a little bit of what we got - a helluva lot more pleasin' than that kid stuff!"
"Can it, Stew," said Jake. "You wanna get us into a pack of trouble? Now listen. Slip back to the car and get the camera, ya know, that fancy Polaroid I showed you this morning. I mean to get some pictures of that hot bitch fucking her little nephew. That should bring her round quick enough!"
Stew Crone took off, and in less than a minute he'd returned. As his companion focused in on the bedroom window, the two naked bodies entwined and began to writhe in lewd abandon on the bed. He raised the camera and clicked the shutter just as Jan Martin's hand closed tightly on the youth's rampant cock.
"Good thing that camera works, Jake," Stew said, smiling as he examined each instant picture that popped out of the Polaroid. "Bet you could sell some of these juicy shots ..."
"That's sort of what I'm fixing to do, fella."
"How much?"
"Not that kinda sell, you idiot! I aim to get us some of that pussy."
"Yeah, I get ya," said Stew.
"Christ, Aunt Jan," Sammy groaned into her ear as he felt her fingers frantically massaging the length of his pulsating cock while he rocked back and forth over her churning body. The teenager wanted so urgently to sink his turgid penis into the depths of her undulating body but wasn't sure he could do it - her cunt seemed so small, and his cock seemed too big, all swollen like it was. He stabbed at her, but her hand was holding his hardness so tightly that he couldn't draw back far enough to get the bloated head to her dilating cuntal lips with their fringe of delicate black pubic hair.
"Damn - I want to do it - please, I wanna fuck you, Aunt Jan!"
"Whaaat?"
"I'm sorry to talk so crude, but that's what the guys call it at school - fucking. I mean, pleeease let me screw your pussy!"
"Oh Sammy darting!" she cried softly, kissing his neck and lips urgently while her hand weighed the hot rigidity of his teenage penis. No longer did she give any thought to her husband who had been only a few years older than her earnest young nephew when he'd died. Nothing mattered now except having this shy teenager in her arms and feeling the lovely cock-flesh she clutched so eagerly ram deep inside her. "Ohhh, I've got to ... I want you to do it, to fuck me so much! Go on now, raise up and I'll guide you!"
Her free arm locked tightly around his shoulders as she sought his mouth, running her tongue deep inside, while with her right hand she led the hotly swollen tip of his straining cock to the wide-open petals of her cunt. God, it felt huge, but of course he would be able to get it into her. He must! She'd die if he didn't .
She struggled to open her burning thighs even wider and urgently raised her pelvis until she felt the boy's rubbery cock-head at the flexing lips of her cunt. His lust-contorted features seemed to swim before her glazing eyes. Nothing existed for her in that blissful moment except her yearning pussy and the young throbbing instrument which would quench the need in her long-demed loins. Slowly she rubbed the bulbous head along the length of her slit, moistening it with her own slick fluids. Though he jerked toward her, she held him back, her fingers stroking up and down the length of his burgeoning shaft, peeling his foreskin back, loving the silken feel of his desire-hardened penis.
Then, with a low moan, the lust-possessed older woman guided the throbbing glans into the valley of her upthrust passage and into her curl-fringed vaginal mouth, teasing them both, imagining how it would feel when finally his rigid cock was released into the lubricated depths of her cuntal passage to completely fill her love-starved belly.
"Now!" the young widow gasped. "Slowly!"
The boy pumped forward a couple of inches. Despite her hungering, Jan Martin was not prepared for the size of her nephew's cock, and she cried out softly in surprise as the head popped through the tightly clenched mouth of her cunt. She had to have more. Moaning like a wild creature, she undulated her hips, tilting her pelvis up in lewd invitation for Sammy to penetrate deeper. And he rocked forward again, forcing her desire-racked vaginal flesh to give way. She grunted with each short restrained stroke as the teenager thrust gradually into her, supporting his weight on his elbows as she clung to his neck and kissed him lasciviously.
Then it became too much for young Sammy to hold back. He had to know the full depths of his beautiful brunette aunt now! With a strangled cry he abandoned control and slammed into her upthrust vaginal opening, feeling the full length of his eager cock delve deep into her secret flesh, pushing it ahead in hotly yielding waves until finally the blood-engorged head struck the very mouth of her womb and his semen-heavy balls smacked wetly and solidly into the cheeks of her quivering buttocks.
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" Jan moaned out in mingled pain and pleasure at the sudden invasion of her almost virginally tight cunt. "Aaaaaaghhhhh! You're in me! Sammy, you're fucking me! Oooooooh . .. God!
We're fucking . .. fucking!" Her legs flailed wildly then locked tightly to his ramming hips. "Fucking!"
Her passionate cries frightened the inexperienced youth and he paused, deep within her, feeling the molten clutching cuntal tissue squeezing at his penis as his young widowed aunt writhed and moaned beneath him, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth again. He jerked his head back to look down at her beautiful, desire-twisted face. Her full red lips were drawn tight in an unreal smile, and her eyes rolled wildly as her nostirls flared.
"Aunt Jan, am I hurting you?" he blurted out "I don't want to hurt you. But I gotta fuck. I gotta!"
A lewd thrill of excitement ran through her as she realized the full extent of her teenage lover's innocence. The thrill of gratifying such a sweet boy fully for the first time in his life added a new dimension to her sensual pleasure and she wondered what this must look like to anyone who might be able to see. Of course nobody could, but there was a vicarious thrill to thinking of such a possibility. Herself, wriggling and groaning, humping her hungry loins up at a boy not much younger than she as. his virgin cock worked in and out of her burning cunt with an obscene squishing noise and as his heavy balls smacked lewdly against the clenching half-moons of her buttocks! Her slender thighs clamped tight around his body, heels drumming on his arching back as he fucked deep inside her! The lust-demented brunette wished there was some way she could have a picture, so as to always remember this moment. - -- - _
"Oh yes, do it!" she moaned. "Do it. Fuck! Fuck meeeeeee!"
Her nephew began to drive in and out of her in long deep strokes, withdrawing until only his throbbing glans remained within the clasping lips of her hotly steaming pussy, each stroke pulling her tender inner flesh out like a pouting mouth,, then shoving it back up into her burning womb. Sammy panted heavily, raising up on his hands and gazing lustfully down between their writhing bodies. He could see the iron-hard length of his cock sliding in and out between her wide^split thighs, her hungry vaginal mouth sucking voraciously at it as his aunt rolled and tossed, raising her hips to meet each of his inexperienced, bullet-like thrusts. He had never known such pleasure existed! Her full breasts jiggled with the thrashing of their madly copulating bodies, and he lowered his head, caught one nipple in his mouth and began to suck with a fury.
"This - is - great - ma'am!" he panted between strokes.
"Aaaaaaaaaghhhhhhh! Yesssssss! So wonderful, my darling Sammy!" She was no longer ashamed of the manner in which she had seduced her nephew. Nothing which gave so much pleasure to two people couid ever be bad! The fact that they were related meant nothing. That this was her first act of incestuous sex and with a mere boy meant nothing.
Jan reveled in her newfound wantonness as Sammy sweated over her, plunging his fiery rod of teenage male flesh deeper and harder up into her moistly gripping pussy as the wet solid smacking of their bodies meeting filled the bedroom of the little cottage. Abruptly, with primitive male instinct, he broke his rhythm long enough to grasp her knees and push them forward, so they touched the feverish tips of her jiggling breasts and flattened them. The new position opened her yearning cunt to the now savage, ever faster pumrneling of his heedlessly rampaging boy-cock.
Jan groaned, defenseless beneath his thrusting loins, but with ever-rising ecstasy as each driving stroke split her straining ass-cheeks wider. She was almost powerless to move now, other than to rock her greedily gulping cunt up to him with each stallion-like plunge of his muscular body. She sensed he was completely out of control, and prayed silently that he wouldn't stop too soon. She had to cum! He had to make her cum!
Her arms were pinned by her cruelly bent legs, but she didn't care. All she cared for was the rock-hard penis that ripped smoothly up and down the warm wet interior of her cuntal passage like a huge, well-oiled piston. Sammy's sern en-gorged testicles slapping maddeningly against her puckering anus. This wasn't what she had meant to do - not at all. She told herself she had fought it as best she could, but her own secret desire had betrayed her. And how wonderful that it had felt. Wonderful for them both that his rigid young cock was raising the delicious tingling in her lewdly impaled cunt. She could hear the wild squeaking of the bedsprings and the sound, mingled with their own gaspings and panting, was a delicious symphony for the newly revitalized young widow.
"Oooooohhh! Fuck . . . fuck . .. fuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeee!" She moaned as with an effort she freed her left hand and reached down to catch his plunging balls and cup them firmly. They felt so heavy and hot and full of the sperm that she would soon feel gushing up into her orgiastically straining body. She could sense that the touch of her ringers had triggered something in her teenage nephew, that he was going to cum, fill her with his hot male essence, and his cock seemed to get even harder and thicker and longer, his pumping more violent. With her other hand, she sought for the crack of his tightly clenching buttocks and forced her fingers deep into the crease, then without thinking, did something she had never done, even with her husband. She thrust her middle finger as far as it would go into Sammy's rectal opening, feeling the tight rubbery anal muscles give way before her unnatural probing. She heard him cry out in sudden awareness, his balls drawing up to the base of his young cock in a hard knot, and that did it for her.
The smoldering volcano in her boiling loins began to explode as wave after wave of indescribable sensation rolled through her churning belly. Her neck muscles contorting, she thrust her head back hard against the heaving mattress.
"I'm cumming! Oh, my darling Sammy, I'm cumming!" Jan cried out, ramming her finger steadily in and out of his clasping anus as she held tight to his burning-hot balls. "Oh, Sammy, my darling baby, you've done it! You've made me cum! Oh! Oooooooooo ... Aaaaaaaaaoooooooh!"
Her words became a drawn-out ecstatic moan as continuing surges of orgasmic relief possessed her gyrating body. She felt the sudden gushing of her cum flow from her womb to inundate his still-hammering cock as she kicked her legs free and flailed them wildly like a woman gone totally mad. Then Sammy was pausing for a moment, only the pulsing head of his penis embedded in the fiercely clutching mouth of her trembling cunt as he looked down at her love-contorted features for a moment, then thrust into her thrashing body with a final violence.
Then, emitting a wild cry of his own, the newly initiated youngster felt the hot fire of his teeming sperm rush the full length of his cock to explode with a tremendous gushing. against the milking mouth of her uterus, to mingle wetly with her own rushing cum that had already coated his spasming cock-shaft in the sweetness of his first true orgasm. His pelvis smacked hard against her greedily sucking cunt as wave after wave of cum pumped from his balls in response to her squeezing fingers. The head of his penis flexed and seemed to grow larger for a final moment as the great viscous river of his semen spilled from his straining body to mix with her own released love-juices.
Jan felt the hotness of his orgasm deep in her belly filling her to overflowing as muscles she hadn't been aware of were at work, rhythmically milking the still-hard rod of youthful male flesh. She felt their combined climactic secretions spilling from the cock-stuffed mouth of her cunt to flood over his balls and down the widespread crevice of her contracting buttocks. She clamped her shaking legs around his trembling body as he collapsed against her, breathing like a spent stallion, and she held him a satiated prisoner until, long minutes later, his penis had softened and shrunk so that it slipped wetly from the mouth of her pussy. Only then, with a long sigh of contentment, did she pull her finger slowly from the boy's rectum and free him from the lust-grip of her arms and legs, allowing him to rise weakly from her glowing body.
They lay side by side, kissing and caressing languorously, their bodies slick against each other. She felt the wetness between her legs and finally, with a sigh of regret, slipped from the bed to head into the bathroom while he lay watching her with adoring eyes until she closed the door. She soaped a washcloth and gently wiped away the thick white cum which trailed from the still swollen lips of her finally released pussy down the flesh of her tapered thighs. His young body had hammered her so hard she would be black and blue for a week, leftover souvenirs of her wanton delight.
Rinsing the cloth, she carried it to the bedroom where Sammy, his eyes now closed as if in sleep, lay spread-eagled on his back. She bent over him and began gently to wash his penis and balls. Where he had been so big, he was now so small and soft. It was difficult to believe that only minutes before, he had been so hard and violently ramming into her.
An urge to express her love for the forbidden pleasure he had given overcame her as she knelt above his loins to take his spent penis in her delicate fingers, her head lowering until the lovely boy-cock seemed to fill her entire field of vision. Although she had never even thought of doing such a thing in her life, she now kissed the soft pink glans with moist, love-guided lips, lapping at it with the tip of her tongue, tasting the sweetness of a final drop of cum which was seeping from the tiny bole at the end. "Thank you, my beautiful Sammy," she whispered.
"Oohh . .. Aunt Jan," His young eyes were wide and disbelieving.
Again, her face bent over his, her sensuous lips pursing in a wet oval as they closed on his limp member and this time took all of him into her mouth. For a good while, she lay there content, not moving at all but for a slight hollowing of her cheeks as she tenderly drew on his penis which had brought her so much long-awaited satisfaction,
Chapter Three
Somewhere outside a bird was chirping musically along with the midsummer breeze. Jan heard it, as she felt the boy's strong youthful heartbeat with her very lips as net - head rested low on his muscular young belly. "Too-weeet! Tooo-weeet!" the bird sang along, undisturbed.
After awhile, one of the boy's hands moved down, stroking her raven-curled pubic hair gently, tenderly, while the older woman purred like a contented cat and cupped the now drained sac of his balls in solicitous fingers.
Then Jan noticed the mid-sky position of the sun outside the bedroom window and realized it must be getting on toward afternoon. The beautiful mood had to end! Sammy had told her he could only work part of the day, that he had chores to do elsewhere that afternoon. Jan sighed. She had to let him go, no matter how much she'd like him to stay. By chance, if someone was searching for Aim and found them like this - well, she could just imagine what would happen!
With another sustained sigh, the satisfied brunette let her nephew's penis slide from the warm caressing circle of her moist lips and raised up. Looking at his lurching young cock, she thought maybe it was just in time, for he was unmistakably getting hard again just from being in her mouth, even though he hadn't willed it!
"Oh, yeah .. . please don't stop, Aunt Jan, "the lad begged, his hands going to her head, urging her down to his loins again. "That felt so gooooood!"
"No, Sammy," she murmured tenderly, pulling away and tossing her long black hair back from her face. "It felt good to me too. But I think you were getting excited all over again - and I know I was."
"Shoot - but why not, why can't we do it some more?"
She glanced at her bedside clock.
"Because it's time for you, young man, to go home. I wouldn't want to think what would happen if someone like your parents barged in on us in here."
He grinned sheepishly, then said, "But we're gonna do it again, aren't we?"
"I don't know," she said pensively but gently. "Just think of the consequences, Sammy, if we were ever found out.... your parents, the police . . . this is illegal, you know. We'd have to be extremely careful. You do understand?"
"God, Aunt Jan, of course I understand. But I love you. I've got to have you again."
"We'll just have to see. "She said with a tender smile. "Now ... go!"
Reluctantly, he ran his hand in a last fleeting caress over her lush tan body and got up to leave.
After she'd dressed, there was a knock at the door, and rushing to open it, she found Sammy grinning sheepishly.
"Aunt Jan, my bike's got a flat - it'll take a few seconds for me to patch it and pump it up." "Why don't you let me give you a ride?"
"Naw, maybe we better not be seen together, I didn't want you to think I was hanging around after you told me to go is all."
"All right" she replied, repressing a giggle.
She closed the door and saw the uneaten sandwiches on the kitchen table, suddenly realizing she was hungry. But just as she seated herself at the table, she heard a car drive up, and then there was a knock at the door.
It was the telephone man, and she welcomed him in, glad that she'd have means of quick communication for the remote cottage. He made the connection quickly, checked the instrument, gave her a card with her new number and left the cottage with barely a glance at her, which left Jan slightly bemused - it was the first time in months that a man hadn't made an overture of some kind. On impulse, she went out the back door to the yard, where Sammy was just replacing the wheel on his bike. She gave him the number and took his in return.
Finally alone at last, she finished her lunch and resolutely set about continuing the housework which had been so beautifully interrupted.
After finishing the day's plowing, the two farmers, Stew Crone and Jake Brown had gone to Brown's house and made two copies of each picture they'd taken, so they had nearly six dozen snapshots of the beautiful brunette and her child lover.
The two friends sat now in a back booth at Arnie's Sugar Shack, shielded from the view of the other patrons. They were talking about how each of them would keep a set of the lewdly provocative pictures, while the third would be hidden in a safe place.
Stew drew on his glass of ale and said, "Jesus, Jake, this little number screws like an Easter bunny." He laughed, patting his huge belly, his face reddening with excitement and alcohol. "I don't mind saying that I'll enjoy a little of them Easter eggs myself!"
"Damn straight ..." said his companion, "And that boy - man did you see the size of his joint? He's pretty big for a kid ... made her come around like a regular stud."
"Be fun to see if we could get her going as good!"
"Wouldn't worry 'bout that, my friend,"
Brown, said. "But remember, it's me that gets her first. Just wait till tomorrow, when I'm up early to finish off that plowin. But it ain't exactly that kinda plowin' I'm gonna be doin' later!"
"Where the crap you been, cousin?" Dick turned off the lawn hose and glared at his younger relative as Sammy parked the bike.
Rick was eighteen, visiting his aunt and cousin for the summer. He lived down in Boston, and his father was Sammy's mother's brother. The boy was a bigger more muscular version of Sammy, and enjoyed nothing more than using his .fists on his smaller cousin. He was angry now because Sammy had disappeared when they were both supposed to trim the grass and hedges and weed the flower beds, because Sammy's mother was entertaining members of her garden club the following day. "You should've got back at least by twelve. Meanwhile I've screwed around and worked like a bitch - "
"C'mon now, Rick," said Sammy, "I couldn't help it none. I got a flat on the bike."
"Bullshit," said Rick.
"I had to work for Aunt Jan, and I got careless 'bout time. I'm real sorry."
"Well.. . you can forget about working for her tomorrow," said his cousin. "AH day long I've been working here, and I'm not half done. So you can take over for tomorrow and finish it."
"Look, I told you i was sorry," Sammy said. "I just got tied up and the flat..."
"C'mon now, you just screwed around," the older boy sneered.
"Aw, Rick, let's not have trouble," Sammy pleaded.
He was not afraid of being beaten. He simply didn't want trouble. He wanted to think about how beautifuf it had been with Aunt Jan, even if she was much older and was a relative. She actually loved him, even if it was illegal, and sucking his cock really proved it. Now he pushed the vision of her lush mouth pursed in a clasping oval around his penis far from his mind and faced his first cousin.
"Yellow-bellied sapsucker," Rick said with a sneer. "Finish cutting the goddamn grass and then start weeding."
"Yeah - okay!" Sammy quickly consented.
"Chickenshit!" Rick laughed, flexing his muscles.
The younger boy drew himself up as his cousin spoke. His eyes were cold and he began to tremble with suppressed rage. Rick recognized the signs. Sammy was about to become violent, and whenever that happened, he could hurt a person. Rick had played varsity football all through high school, but still he didn't want to be on the wrong end of a fight.
"Just get to work, and forget it." he said.
"Yeah. I'm sorry I wasn't back on time, Rick."
With a false swagger, Rich went away. Sammy pulled so hard on the lawn hose as he turned around that a tear appeared near the faucet where it was attached.
Chapter Four
The young widow could not sleep. She tossed and turned, thinking of her nephew and what she'd done to him, how she must have changed his life for good. Peering out her window, she observed the pale sliver of a moon rising above the trees. Beyond the trees, the mountains were outlined against the night sky, towering clouds topping the rounded peaks-She saw by the clock that it was only two-fifteen. Guilt plagued her, and yet at the same time, she wanted Sammy now, and there was no way to reach him. There was a molten fire raging in her loins, a fire which she had no way to douse physically or emotionally.
Jan got up and lit a cigarette. "I must talk to somebody," she said to the almost bare room. But when she tried to think of anyone, nothing came to her. All her friends were in Boston. Her husband was dead. And she could hardly call her brother Bob, when it was his son whom she craved. But then she remembered Sally. Sally!
The phone seemed to ring forever before the soft voice came on the line. It would take a good three or four hours before she could get up to Vermont from Boston, but certainly, she said, she'd be there - as she always was when Jan needed her.
Finally, just before a rose-fingered dawn, Sally's old Plymouth pulled up the drive. She'd had trouble on the unfamiliar roads, but had managed the drive mostly without incident.
"Sorry to have taken so long," said the pretty blonde girl, peeling off a heavy sweater and casually tossing it over the nearest chair. Under it she'd worn a micro-minidress and nothing else, not even panties. Her unrestrained young breasts pushed against the taut fabric of her dress as she flashed her irresistible pixie smile. "I was wondering whether you'd ask me up here."
"Sally, it wasn't an invitation - that was a call for help."
"So, then... tell me."
After she'd gone for coffee and poured it into two big ceramic cups, Jan said, "I fucked a guy, Sally."
"You .. .what?"
The first thing that registered with the young lesbian was that her girl friend just did not run around fucking people. She was plagued by men, maybe even a little turned-on by them, but she was anything but promiscuous.; Before Sally could ask a question, though, Jan continued.
"Much worse, the guy I fucked was just a boy ...a kid of eighteen ...my nephew!"
"Your... what?"
"Sally, it was so ... different from the way you and I are together."
"Darling, tell me what happened," Sally whispered. She leaned over and gently kissed the older girl on the lips. Jan responded at once, splurging her tongue back into Sally's warm moist mouth.
"I don't know," she gasped.
Sally murmured softly, and kissed Jan cupping the dark-haired girl's face in her hands and drawing it down to her firm wide-set breasts. She pulled the top of her dress away so that Jan's head was cradled between the soft-skinned mounds, and began to stroke Jan's long dark hair with her fingers. "Tell me everything, darling."
Jan told her, sparing no details. She cried at the end and was silent only when Sally guided her sobbing mouth to a nipple and urged her to suckle like a newborn child. The confused older woman suckecl and licked and kneaded the warm brea^t^Jn a quiet comforting tone. Sally began to speak.
"It's one of the most touching stories I've ever heard. I wish it could have happened to me," she said, pressing Jan's mouth harder to her breast and continuing to caress her friend's hair, tingling all over as Jan's teeth bit into her aroused nipple. Sally squirmed on the sofa as she held the older girl close. "You make it all sound so wonderful. Not at all like what I went through."
"Tell me," Jan murmured without taking her mouth from the comforting breast.
"No - it's not a happy story."
"But I'm not happy. I need some advice, Sally, and you're the one who can give it!"
"All right. I'll tell you. There were two of them. Big boys, on the hockey team. I mean they were huge. It had been an important game up in New Hampshire, and they got a car and a bottle of booze, and I went with them. Alone. They kept handing me the whiskey, as I was sitting between-them on the front seat, and I got two shots for every one they took."
"Doesn't sound nice," Jan murmured, then closed her soft lips around the other girl's breast again, kneading its warmth.
"They took my panties off and the one who was driving fucked me. He was big and it was my first time, and it hurt so bad I screamed my head off. Even now I can remember how it was when he put it in me. It felt like a hot bar of steel going right up into my belly, splitting me apart. He had me spread wide open on the seat of the car and I can still feel his balls pounding on my ass. God, how he hurt me! He held me down with his body and had one arm over my shoulders, so I couldn't move a muscle. He just held me like a tiger and fucked me. And when he was almost finished, he used his other hand and shoved his finger as far up my ass as it would go. I guess I really yelled then. I felt him getting bigger and bigger inside me, and then the hot juice of his cumming was shooting up in my belly and running down between my legs, and all I could think of was would it stain my skirt or would I get pregnant? Sort of stupid now that I look back on it."
"Sally, it's not really like that," Jan murmured.
'There's more," the blonde girl said. "The second guy. I was almost hysterical, the first one had hurt me so much. I begged and cried like a baby. I hurt and I was bleeding. I said I'd do anything, if only he wouldn't fuck me. So he said I could suck him off instead. I didn't know what he was talking about, but he made me get out of the car and kneel down on the road. Then he made me lick his balls and all over his prick, and finally take it in my mouth and suck it. He came in my mouth, and while he was cumming he held my head so hard, pumping himself in and out of my mouth, that I had to swallow it or choke. AH the time, the lights of the car were on bright, and I could hear the radio playing. The other guy watched it all, and got hard again and they made me suck him off too while the other one fucked me again from behind.
"Oh, Sally," Jan murmured. "Rape hurts. Fucking is wonderful with the right man."
"Not for me. I tried it with a couple of really nice guys afterward. I wanted them to fuck me, but it hurt so much each time, I had to stop them. I guess we must have tried just about every position you can imagine, and nothing worked. They were just as happy if I suck them, so I got very good with my mouth. I like it when a man cums deep in my throat. Does all this shock you!?"
"Nothing could shock me anymore than I've shocked myself." Jan frowned slightly. "I feel so ... so depraved. How I ever let myself go like that with Sammy, even sucking him!"
"Did he cum in your mouth?"
"No, I didn't let him go that far. He's just a boy. I got hold of myself."
"You shouldn't have," Sally said quietly. "He seems to be man enough for you."
"Now, that was a catty thing to say," Jan complained.
"If the shoe fits-"
"Now, Sally, you know how I feel about you," Jan said, her eyes suddenly enormous as she clutched her hands at the younger woman. "I mean I called you here, I want you so much," Jan said.
A moment later they were moving into the bedroom, where the morning light streamed diaphanously through the curtains. Sally had only to pull off her brief dress while Jan wiggled out of her nightgown, before the two of them dove into the big bed. The crisp new sheets were cold, and the two women snuggled together, seeking the warmth of each other's bodies.
Jan suddenly felt safe in the other girl's embrace, hugging Sally close and letting her hands moved in warm caresses. Over the lush curves of Sally's back and hips her fingers glided, at last finding her round full breasts and cupping them, teasing tenderly at the rising nipples. Then the voluptuous brunette snuggled down and began to lick and suck at the lush firm mounds, her warm wet lips and tongue working avidly.
"Oh . .. oh," Sally moaned, pulling Jan's head tight to her heaving young breasts. "I never thought you would ... oh don't stop ... it feels so gooooooooood!"
Breathing heavily, the older woman continued to suck at her friend's warm breast, her hands roving over Sally's body as she felt the younger girl begin to undulate, spreading her velvet-soft thighs and squirming on the bed.
"Put your hand down on my pussy," the young blonde whispered. 'Then put your fingers up inside me."
What am I doing? the young widow thought.
Jan had never had such urges before. The times when she had gone to Sally she had been driven by frustration and deep physical need, and it had been Sally who did the lovemaking. Jan had never wanted to do what she was doing now. and she realized that at last she must touch and taste all of Sally's quivering flesh. Was this depravity some sort of penance which she had subconsciously imposed on herself for her lewd and wanton seduction of her young nephew?
Jan couldn't answer her own question. She only knew that she had to do what she was doing, as she moved her hand slowly over the smooth trembling plane of Sally's quivering belly, through the softness of the girl's flaxen pubic hair and finally to the moistly dilating "vee" of her cunt. Slie heard the other girl gasp at the contact of her fingers, felt her pussy opening wide and thrusting up to meet the probing caresses. Jan's fingers delved into the sweet dampness, parting the blonde-fringed cuntal lips, finding the entrance to her vaginal passage and suddenly pushing deep up inside.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ..." Sally moaned and began to work her young lithe body against the invading fingers. Jan's thumb found the hard little nubbin of Sally's clitoris and began to stroke it too, as her mouth sucked hotly at Sally's breast. Jan's hand began to work steadily in the other girl's cunt and Sally ground herself against it, sobbing, "It's so good ... so goooooood, darling, don't stop!"
The beautiful widow lifted her mouth from her friend's breast and kissed the younger girl deeply, pushing her feverish tongue deep up into the hot cavern of Sally's mouth. When Sally sighed and offered her own tongue, Jan drew it between her lips and began to suck it while her hand probed deep up into the hot wet depths of Sally's cunt. Then, suddenly, Sally broke their passionate kiss.
"Goddddd, I'm here ... I'm cummmmmmmming," she said hoarsely. "It's - oh, so soooooooon, I'm cummmmmming! CUMMMMMMIII NNNNNNG!"
Jan knew without being told as she worked her fingers in and out of the other girl's gushing vagina and again pressed her feverish lips tight to Sally's gasping mouth until the petite blonde went limp, trembling weakly with the urgency of her orgasm. The sweet scent of her cumming filled the bedroom as Jan, her eyes wide and dark with passion, raised her head.
"I want to taste you." she whispered. "I need it ... so bad!"
"Your mouth is so soft and hot ..."
Jan knelt over her blonde-haired girl friend. Slowly, she bent and kissed each of her wide-set breasts, the tip of her tongue lashing the nipples to upright erectness. Then she moved lower, her tongue licking at Sally's hotly trembling abdomen. Sally's thighs were spread wide, her ass-cheeks writhing on the sheets already wet with her cum as the wantonly aroused brunette slid down on the bed until she was kneeling between her young friend's legs.
"What is this .. . why am I doing it?" she mumbled to herself as which shaking fingers, she parted the delicate flanges of Sally's cunt, exposing the soft coral-hued inner flesh glistening with the recently released secretions of orgasm. She couldn't explain her lewd depraved action, but knew that it was something she had to do. "I must, I've got to taste you!"
Her tongue flickered out as she dipped her head into the soft-curled blondeness of the other girl's pussy. She tasted the "hotly quivering cuntal depths and moaned softly, burrowing her face hard into the wet, velvet-like female flesh. Her tongue twirled its way far up into the fragrant passage, making Sally groan and roll on the bed, opening herself wider as her hands clasped Jan's bobbing head and pulled it tight into the "vee" of her firm-fleshed thighs. Then the brunette's tongue found Sally's clitoris and worked over and around it as the young blonde thrashed wildly on the bed, thrusting her achingly impassioned cunt hard against Jan's mouth as the liquid sounds of licking and sucking blended with
Sally's cries of pleasure. Jan reached under the other girl's trembling ass-cheeks and squeezed them in her lewdly grasping fingers. And as the middle finger of her right hand came into contact with the tightly puckered hole of Sally's anus, she pushed inward.
"Oooooh!" Sally gasped.
Jan thrust her finger in past the hotly protesting sphincter as far as the first knuckle.
"Eeeiii!" Sally groaned. "It hurts, but don't stop!"
Tire sudden cry of pain excited Jan and she drove her tongue to its full length back into the wetly clutching cavern of Sally's grinding cunt and at the same time began to rotate her finger in the girl's sensitive anus. She could feel her own body turning on as Sally cried out and thrashed like a woman going insane.
Suddenly Jan thrust her finger the full length into her friend's wildly churning rectum and began sawing it in and out so hard that her palm smacked loudly against the wide-stretched ass-cheeks of the lewdly excited blonde.
"Fuck my ass with your finger ... oh yes! I'm cumming again . . . I'm cccuummiinngg!"
With her finger forced far up Sally's clenching anal passage. Jan greedily drank the thick cum gushing orgasmically from the other girl's cunt. Her voraciously working tongue and lips licked and sucked until there was no more, and her face glistened with the rich fluid which carried such a pungent taste. For a long time Jan lay with her face clamped between the smooth trembling thighs until Sally drew her up from her kneeling position to kiss the older woman tenderly.
"Darn ... I can't figure why I did that," Jan murmured.
"God, you were fantastic. / love you!"
"But I didn't do it because I love you. It was something I just had to do. It's impossible to explain."
"It happened. That's all.
Moments later, after Jan had fallen into a deep sleep, Sally rose from the bed, dressed and left in her Plymouth. The young brunette awoke a few hours after dawn, and for the first time since she'd been involved with Sally she'd begun to doubt her own sanity. There was also her new strange relationship with Sammy, which she'd just as soon forget about as well. Sick with guilt and remorse, the unhappy young widow found her way to the shower and stood for a long time in the frigid stream.
It was with sudden fear and then great relief that Jan heard Sammy's voice a while later on the phone. Had she known that an hour or so earlier Sammy's cousin Rick had coaxed the truth out of the younger boy about the goings on with the young widow, she would have been a great deal less happy.
Rick had caught Sammy masturbating and, teasing him about it, accused him of daydreaming about the pretty brunette. Defensively, Sammy had said that he had screwed his Aunt Jan - a wild and impossible idea, the older boy had thought, but he'd questioned his cousin further and finally believed him. Now Rick was intent on getting some of that "prime pussy" as well!
But now Jan - still ignorant of this - was listening to the younger youth saying he wouldn't be able to work for her today, as he had to help his mom at home. He sounded terribly upset, and the young widow thought possibly he was bothered by the fact that they would be unable to be together. She assured him everything would be all right, and that he could come the following day or whenever was convenient. Then with a sigh, she hung up. He had saved her a difficult phone call. Little did she know that Sammy was agonizing right now over the words he'd blurted out in anger at his older cousin just an hour or so before.
For Jan's part, no matter how deeply she had responded to Sammy, wanted him, longed for his hard young cock plunging up into the yielding depths of her long-denied body, she had forced herself over many cups of black coffee to be realistic. She had done something absolutely wrong with him, and the only way she could make up for it - as much as she loved the thought of his strong young body - was to make sure she didn't see him again or at least didn't see him in situations which might compromise them both.
The question of the truck nagged at her. She wished wholeheartedly she had not made such a generous offer, though she knew it couldn't be withdrawn. She couldn't bear to have Sammy nearby, but he would insist on working for her to earn it. Dear God, what could she do?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. With distaste, she saw it was one of the farmers from down the road, that Jack Brown, with an envelope in his hand.
"Got somethin' for ya, ma'am," the gray-haired Brown said.
"You're not our regular mailman."
"Not regular," he laughed, "but good enough. Just look inside and you'll figure what i mean/'
As the obscene pictures spilled out. Jan went weak in the knees and felt back on the sofa.
"Good God!" she moaned, horrified.
"Take a gander at each little 'un," Brown commanded, his thick mouth set in a dissolute grin of anticipation. He was loving this moment, seeing the proud bitch put in her place so brutally. "Look at them slowly!"
Jan was unable to resist, and her face turned red with shame as she saw herself in each contorted embrace with young Sammy - his young body poised over hers, the head of his cock being led to the gaping mouth of her upturned pussy by her own fingers. She saw the ecstatic look on her face at the moment of the first deep penetration, the way her legs flew wildly in the air to lock tight around his plunging body as his heavy balls smacked against her rounded ass-cheeks, and then the way her knees were pressed obscenely against her breasts as his cock drove deep up into her moistly glistening cunt. She relived every moment of it, and in spite of herself found the warmth spreading through her belly at the memory of the wild passion they'd shared.
"How much do you want for these, Mr.
Brown?" she moaned weakly.
Whatever the obscenely grinning man's price, it would be high, she thought. But she knew she must pay anything rather than face exposure which would ruin not only herself but young Sammy, and she tried to think how much she had in the bank, what her journalism and editing jobs this fall might bring in. "How much?" she said.
"Jus' gimme some of that," he said, pointing at the pictures, "and we'll call it even"
"No ... please, not that." the young widow gasped but knew it was only an automatic reaction to the depraved demand. She would do whatever was demanded of her. Later she might think of possible revenge, but first she had to get the pictures and to do that meant submitting to Jake Brown's lust. Here was the swift and terrible justice visited upon her for her own despicable action in seducing her innocent nephew. Her dark eyes were wet with tears of mingled shame and outrage as she made herself nod in silent surrender, managing to murmur submissively. "What about the pictures? Do I get them if I do what you say?"
"Well, I don't know about that," Jake laughed maliciously. "I thought it'd be less dangerous for you if I kept them so nobody else will ever get their hands on them. Sure wouldn't want the boy's parents to get an eyeful!"
"I could go to the police!" Jan said.
"Now that, little lady, is just about the dumbest thing you could do, 'cause my pal's got a copy of his own, and there's a third copy hidden away for posterity in case anything should ever happen to either of us!"
"Okay, you've got me trapped," Jan admitted slowly in a defeated voice.
The trembling young Widow led him silently to the bedroom. Maybe she had to submit to him, but she didn't have to enjoy it, she rationalized. She shut the door behind them and lay down corpse-like on the bed.
"Get naked," he grinned, and she could see the outline of an enormous erection in his pants. "And hurry up about it!"
Jan closed her eyes against the s<y tears, and without a word, drew her thin sweater over her head and tossed it on a chair. Her unrestrained breasts, round and firm and wide-set, with nipples dusky pink against the darker aureoles, jiggled with her body's movements, and she thought blindly that she was glad she had not put on a brassiere - it meant she had one less garment to remove under her blackmailer's lascivious gaze. She unzipped her jeans, hooked her thumbs in the waistband and swiftly drew them and her fragile panties also, down over her hips and thighs then stepped out of them and kicked them away to stand, stunningly beautiful and completely defenseless. Her mouth gaped open in surprise as he motioned for her to take his clothes off.
"Oh please, do what you want to do, but don't make me help you," she gasped. "Shut up and move!" he hissed cruelly. Jan had to force herself to close the gap between them. Her nostrils filled with the odor of his shaving lotion, and she was horrified to discover that something in the aroma triggered a sexual response in herself! She felt her nipples hardening and goosebumps rising on her sleek young body.
With shaking fingers, she began to open the buttons of his shirt. When they were all undone, she jerked his shirttails out of his pants and peeled his shirt over his broad shoulders and off the length of his arms, letting it drop to the floor. In spite of his leanness, his chest was bulging with muscles and covered with hair. Slowly, her fingers trailed through the hair downward to find his belt and work the buckle open. She found the snap of the waistband and then the zipper.
"Now get down on your knees," he grunted.
"Oh please, don't! No!" she gave a start of surprise.
"Do what I tell you," he said. His strong arms came up and his hands grasped her shoulders.
The humiliated brunette lacked the strength to resist and was forced to drop to her knees where she found herself staring at the sharp outline of his heavily bulging penis. She made herself jerk the zipper downward and there, contained in his shorts, his thickened penis pressed out, just inches from her face. She could not take her eyes from it as she pulled his slacks down his legs and he lifted one foot at a time to kick them away.
"Now the shorts," he said in an eager voice. "But leave my socks on."
Forcing her fingers to move, she stretched the elastic band of his shorts and pulled downward. Suddenly, the bloated length of his rigidly hard cock, the tip blood-filled and dark, sprang free and slapped against her face. She drew back in shock, shutting her eyes while she yanked his shorts the rest of the way down his legs.
"Now take a long look at it, baby," he ordered.
Jan obediently forced her eyes to open. His lewdly preferred penis swayed, thick and muscular, just inches from her face. She could see a drop of milky preseminal fluid had already formed at the tip, and she thought, / must get this over with as soon as possible. Beneath his jutting penis dangled his semen-heavy testicles, oval-shaped and seemingly immense, and thinking of what they would pour into her nakedly defenseless body, and the victimized young widow shuddered.
"Use your fingers on it," he said.
Jan did. She drew the skin back allowing the bulbous head to pop lewdly from the pliant cloak of his foreskin. Unable to take her eyes off it, she felt the strength of the man through his iron-hard penis and in a perverse way it thrilled her. She didn't want it inside her, but nonetheless there was an unmistakable tingling in her belly and she was aware of the lips of her cunt beginning to swell in lewd anticipation. God! He would tear her apart! Sammy himself had almost done that, r.nd this man was much more mature than young Sammy! With a slow fhyihm her hands began to stroke the massively distended cock-shaft, drawing his loose foreskin far back, then upward again to cover the bulging head until the next stroke.
"Now cup my balls with your hand," the gray-haired farmer said, beginning to sway-slightly as he loomed, masterfully male, above her.
Unable to help' herself, she did. She lifted them, as if to measure their immense weight, and it seemed as though her fingers could feel the hot, life-forming semen sloshing heavily around inside. She moaned softly, still stroking the length of his stiffened shaft, and the warm breath from her parted lips blew over the mushroom-shaped glans.
Brown's lips trembled. "Run your tongue over it. kiss it." he said, his breath beginning to come in excited gusts as he moved one big hand from her shoulders to the back of her head, his thick fingers catching the mass of her raven-hued hair.
The trapped brunette, flinching unconsciously, tried to draw backward, but the pressure of his hand in her hair was too great. She looked up at him, her pleading eyes dark with fear and blurred with her weeping, but found no mercy in his gaze. As if hypnotized, Jan slowly extended her pink tongue past her sensuously quivering lips and touched the man's rubbery cock-head, amazed to find that, except for an exciting male pungence, there was no taste to it until the tip of her searching tongue encountered the little hole at the end.
There a thick rich droplet of seminal fluid waited to tantalize her taste buds with a strangely delicate flavor, and with a new and inexplicable hunger she licked it away, savoring it on the tip of her tongue. Unguided, her hand squeezed his throbbing rigidity and drew his silky foreskin far back, holding it in position as she began to lick tentatively around the bloated coronal rim, holding it as she might hold an ice cream cone as she licked with increasing willingness. Unconscious of doing so, she began to moan softly, ail the while appalled by what she was doing, but somehow unable to stay the urge to let her tongue roam. She raised his thickly pulsing cock up and gingerly licked along the tight-ridged underside down to the base where her fingers were kneading his swelling balls, and then back up again until her parted lips were brushing over the blood-engorged head. There was another droplet of seminal fluid in the little hole now and her tongue swirled wetly at it as she again tasted his juice, feeling him shudder and shift his weight from one hairy leg to the other and back.
"Stand up now," he tugged her to her feet. "That was good, but now we're moving to the bed."
Jan noticed for the first time that her knees hurt. The softness of the bed was going to feel good - even with his big body above hers, pounding mercilessly down on her, his stiff penis ripping into her dilated cunt.
From her servile position, she looked up into his eyes and surrendered again. She lay on her back and drew her legs up, spreading herself wide, offering her tenderly splayed cunt to his unsolicited invasion. He looked down at her and laughed, then flopped on his back, his cock slapping obscenely against his hairy belly.
"I'm not going to fuck you yet, Miz Martin: First, you got to kiss me all over like you did your nephew, lick me up and then suck me!"
"Oh, no," Jan begged, I've never really__ done that with my mouth. PleaseT. -just do it to me and get it over with!"
Brown laughed uproariously, as if at a wild joke he had never heard before. "Don't give me that noise, doll. You was lickin' his cock like a regular lollipop yesterday, and now I want the same!"
Trying to make an automaton of herself, to close her mind to what was happening, the helpless young widow tossed her long black hair back and got up on her knees above her burly oppressor. She really knew nothing of the erotic zones on the male body, other than a few of the more sensitive areas, but resolutely, she grasped his penis - still wet with her saliva - and held it tightly as she began to kiss his ears and neck, experimenting with the tip of her tongue. She knew enough to use her tongue teasingly, and to stroke her hand slowly over his cock as her mouth moved over his hairy torso. Anything to make him cum quickly ] to end this humiliating subservience!
"That's good, honey," he crooned, and moved restlessly under her as her mouth slipped down to close over his nipples. "Now take my prick in your lips."
Stalling, Jan closed her mind against his obscene command as her lips puckered and drew on his male nipples. Surprisingly, she found them rising and hardening, just as her own did when she was sexually aroused and she nibbled lightly, listening to his hoarse sighs of satisfaction. Her clenched fingers pumped his cock slowly, feeling it hotly eager and thick against her palm.
"I can't wait no more!" his voice rasped out. "Get down there and suck it!"
Inching slowly down the bed, Jan felt the blood of shame rush to her face, but there was nothing else to do. She was virtually his slave! All too soon, she faced the formidable length of his hardened cock-shaft clutched in her hand. It was too big! She could never get it all into her mouth! But she could feel his muscular body moving restlessly on the bed and knew he would do something fearful if she didn't at least try, so she lifted her head, taking a deep breath as she tossed her dark hair back, then slowly bent her beautiful face over his loins.
The bulging head.of his lewdly upthrust cock seemed to fill her entire vision as more drops of glistening whitish fluid seeped from the swollen tip. Tentatively, she extended her tongue and licked at them, and somehow they tasted even richer than those she had licked before. I'll make him cum just by licking him and using my hand, she thought.
Then she slowly pumped his rigid staff, using one hand, while with the other she cradled his massive balls as her tongue reached out and began to lick the firmness of his mushroom-shaped cockhead. It wasn't so bad ... the purplish skin of the glans felt smooth, against her moistly parted lips, and now Jake was groaning and twisting so that she thought it might end soon, that he would cum.
The pointed tip of her searching tongue found the little end-slit agin and burrowed wetly into it, her nostrils flaring as she became aware of the pungent odor and her mouth beginning to water.
Jan knew she must take the throbbing rod of male flesh between her reluctant lips sooner or later but wanted to forestall the terrible moment as long as possible. Just touching it didn't seem so bad, so she began to bestow warm kisses around the thickening cap, accompanying them with teasing licks of her hotly flickering tongue. She traced a sensual path down the full length of his inflated penis to the base and back up, then brushed the blood-swollen tip against her teeth, her lips only slightly parted.
"Now! Put it in your mouth!" Jake Brown cried out.
"I c-can't..."
Whatever she might have said was lost as he took matters in his own hands, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her face down as he thrust his pelvis up. She tried to shut her lips but it was too late, and the lust-swollen head rammed past them deep up into the hot wet cavern of her mouth until the tip of his obscenely penetrating cock slammed into her throat. The frightened young widow could only suck and gulp for air, her lips straining in a tight oval around the thick impaling shaft for a few moments while he held her head immobile and sawed his cock in and out of her obscenely stretched mouth.
Finally, Jan reached for the heavy hot sac of his testicles and timidly began massaging his balls in an effort to make him cum soon. At the same time, she grasped the base of his burgeoning staff between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand and held it firmly. Then, trying to make her mouth relax, she began to work her tongue slavishly as her head rose up and down and his penis slid deeply in and out of her mouth.
That was better. She found she could breathe through her nostrils, once she had her timing right. At first her tongue seemed to get in the way, but within minutes she was able to twirl it around the length of his rigidly thrusting cock in a steady rhythm.
"That's it, baby, that's good!"
Jan paused in her oral ministrations for a moment, with only his throbbing penile head between her lips, and looked up to meet the man's eyes. He was raised on his elbows on the bed, obviously enjoying the lewd sight of her mouth surrounding his lust-engorged flesh.
"Ummmmmmmmmm," she moaned, her dark hair dipping low over his loins again. "Umm mmmmmmmmrn mm."
She tightened her lips around his moutji-filling member and began to suck with more enthusiasm, stroking the soft skin of his testicles tantalizingly with her fingers and opening her eyes to find him looking hungrily at her penis-swollen face. She felt him jerk upward, driving deeper into her throat until somehow she was able to take almost all of him, like a massive tree trunk, between her now lewdly working lips without gagging.
She lowered herself to her elbows over his gyrating hips, her lovely face contorting with each stroke as she sucked his thickly pulsating cock inward and then released it, her hands sliding under his buttocks and cupping them. She remembered how it had excited Sally the night before when she had plunged her finger in the aroused blonde's anus, so she pulled Jake's heavy buttocks up to her bobbing face and at the same time found the tight ring of his anus with her finger and penetrated it. She heard his cry of surprise but didn't stop. In a moment she had worked her middle finger Mty Up Into his rectal passage and was sawing it back and forth while he writhed beneath her eroticaHy sucking lips on his cock-shaft. She felt close to choking, but this was something that he had started, forced her into, and now she had to have it. Her voluptuously molded breasts danced below her torso as she felt the inner flesh of her sucking lips being twisted grotesquely while she sawed her mouth up and down his rampantly throbbing penis.
"Keep it up! That's it! Keep it up!" Brown moaned as he lay back on her bed and watched her lascivious mouth devour his arching cock so eagerly. He never thought she'd go for it like this, but man, when she gulped down ail the cum he had waiting for her, she'd never have any interest in young kids again.
Jan's head was bobbing up and down frantically over his surging loins, and she was moaning and milking his balls for all she was worth, while he felt the pressure building up in his balls and knew it wouldn't be long before he gave her what she so obviously wanted. He thought his cock would explode into a million shooting fragments as he jerked his hips up hard into her beautiful face, hard enough to bury his passion-swollen staff to the very hilt between her gulping lips and causing her to moan submissively in her efforts to take it all. But she didn't break her rhythm, even though the head of his cock was banging like a ramrod deep into her straining throat. He never wanted her to stop, yet if she didn't soon, he thought he'd split apart from the pressure of his lust. Very soon, though, it was too late, as he cried out hoarsely, "Don't stop, suck it, don't stop. I'm cumming! Arrrggghhhhhhh!"
And then with a wild shuddering of his body, the fire in his balls exploded, streaming up the length of his lip-locked penis to spurt wildly into the gulping mouth of the young widow who knelt so subserviently between his hairy legs.
Jan nearly choked on the first gush of thick cream-like sperm and had to swallow quickly. All she could do was keep working her cock-stuffed mouth, sucking as hard as she could as burst after burst of his white-hot cum splashed over her tongue. The heavy male taste of it suddenly overcame her and she became greedy, working her tongue and lips on his erupting penis, now sucking and licking even more eagerly, feeling it burn like sweet fire as it flowed in a molten river over her tonsils, down her throat and into her trembling belly. With a low hot moan, she buried her face in his gray-flecked pubic hair. engulfing his penis to the fullest and tenderly squeezing his now deflated balls. She sucked so strongly that Brown finally pulled her head away.
A long tendril of thick whitish cum trailed from her lips, linking them to his softened cock and, as if dazed, she caught its web-like moistness in her fingers and brought it to her mouth, licking slowly. Her blurred eyes finally focused on his and she swallowed hard before managing to speak.
"I despise you," she said coldly.
"Just because you found out you like the taste of cock," he grinned.
"You bastard!" she spat back.
"Look, honey. Don't get all upset. Everybody gets horny sometimes. You fucked the kid, because you wanted it. No crime there. I saw you touching yourself up on the road t'other day, and there ain't no crime in that either.
"You .. . what?" Jan was about to express her shock at his last statement, but then she realized her shock was misplaced. His seeing her finger-fucking was certainly far less shameful than his witnessing her seduction of her leighteen year old nephew!
"Makes it nicer, 'course, if you like me, but I'll be back to see you either way, sister!" the farmer promised. "Might even give you a few of my prized pictures ifn you was to cooperate some, like you did today!"
"I despise you!" she repeated.
But she knew that something deep inside her wouldn't let up until finally she was fucked and fucked good by Jake! She felt singed all over her body, as though an evil fire had consumed the spiritual side of her nature, leaving only the remnants of animal desire in its place. She was filled with a consuming desire to explore every part of this vile older man's body, to know every single inch of his flesh, as though such knowledge would purge her own depravity. But when he stood up, that strange need had ebbed, and all she knew was she felt terribly alone, and wished she were back in Boston with Sally.
Chapter Five
"Jesus H, Christ," the black-haired boy whispered from his place of concealment in the heavy bushes beyond the open window of Jan Martin's bedroom. "I heard of women goin' plumb crazy to blow a guy, but I never really sunk in. Will ya lookit that, Rich - Jeeeeeeeezzis/
"Yeeaaahhhh!" said Sammy's cousin as he lay flat on his belly in the middle of the group of five teenagers peering through the tangled bushes at the window which was like the screen of a pornographic movie. The brunette head was bobbing up and down, the thick penis clamped tight between her eagerly sucking lips, and they could hear juicy slurping sounds mingled with the lusty sighing and moaning of the heavyset man on the bed. He was lying relaxed, raised on his elbows, watching Sammy's aunt, and it was obvious he wasn't forcing her to suck!
"Sammy didn't say nothing 'bout cock sucking," Rick continued. "He rucked her. Man, would I like to know where that son of a bitch is. He left early from his chores, and when I find him it ain't only his arm's gonna be in a sling!"
"I heard that already, so cut it out," Ralph said. He was a lean eighteenyear old who played basketball in the winter for the local team. "I'd just as soon watch this than run all over hell's ass looking for your cuz."
"I gotta 'gree," said Wimpy, a heavy-set boy whose weight-lifting ability made Rick pause before he thought of offending him. "But I think we gotta fuck 'er, too."
"Yeah, but not yet," cautioned Rick. "It ain't right, messin' around with another fella's poontang. After that guy leaves, well get ours."
There was a muttered assent when the boy insisted he be first in line for Jan. None of them much cared for Rick, but he was almost eighteen and had steady use of his aunt's Ford station wagon. The rest of them were all fourteen or fifteen, which constituted a severe generation gap. They would not be with Rick now, except that he had come to the malt shop looking for Sammy, who was their contemporary.
They liked Sammy, even though he wasn't as sophisticated as they were in many respects. And because of this, not a one of them would have told Rick where his cousin was even if tliey knew. But Rick had given them this highly interesting story, and he had the Ford and they had nothing better to do than ride around and, if possible, pick up some girls.
They had spent a good piece of time going to places where Sammy normally hung out, with no results, and then finally Rick suggested they go over to Sammy's Aunt Jan's. The younger boys were both in awe and a bit disgusted by his lurid story of such a close relative - but in the end, the spicy storyteller of eighteen won out. The question of where Sammy had gone faded in contrast to the night's action they all saw ahead of them.
Sammy, himself, overcome with shame and remorse at what he had told Rick, had fled from his home on his bike into the foothills which separated his big suburban housing development from the isolated valley which hid his aunt's cottage, until the steepness of the hills had made riding the bike impossible. Then he had hidden it in the brush and begun to walk, trying to find a quiet place where he could compose his thoughts and plan out some sort of explanation which he could give the woman he loved for the terrible thing he had done. He was hiding from no one but himself, and the farther he hiked up into the thickly wooded foothills, the more apparent it became that there was no place to run.
After Jake Brown went away, a distraught Jan Martin rushed into the bathroom and showered until she felt squeaky clean. She took a long time toweling her lithe body dry, and then stared at her naked image in the full-length mirror. Strangely, she could see no outward changes. Her face was as serene as ever, but perhaps there was a new, more sensual pout to her full red lips which hadn't been there before ~ or maybe they were only swollen from the rough invasion of the fanner's rampant penis. She could still taste the viscous semen he had spurted between her ovalling lips, and she was amazed that the remainder of her humiliating encounter didn't bother her as it should. Perhaps she was in a state of shock. So many things had happened in the two days since she'd moved into this little cottage.
She had shamelessly seduced a boy half her age, knowing that it was a terrible thing to do, but unable to stop herself. She had wanted him so badly that she had taken his young penis in her mouth as a gesture of love.
In the aftershock of realizing what she had done, she had been the aggressor in a lesbian encounter with her best friend. Reversing the role she had usually played in their rare contacts, she had voraciously eaten the younger girl's delicious cunt.
And then, submitting to blackmail, she had fellated a man who was much older than herself and repulsive to her. Yet her own animal desires had taken over and she had turned into a more than willing, eager cock-sucker!
Cock-sucker! The very word repelled her. She mouthed it at herself in the mirror and felt disgust - more at the reflected image, though, than the act, for she had to admit that she wanted to do it again. Not to Jake Brown, but to sweet young Sammy Hewlet.
The troubled young widow thought the only thing to do was see a psychiatrist. She took a short beach robe from a hook and belted it tightly around her naked body, undecided whether or not to get dressed again. It might be better to have a very strong drink and go riglit to bed. Perhaps a nap would ease her troubled mind. She went into the bedroom and saw the big double bed, still mussed from her lewd encounter with the farmer. It brought back the vision of herself, her dark hair tossing as her head bobbed wildly, her mouth sliding voraciously up and down his rigid pole of cock-flesh. Shuddering with self-loathing, she set about pulling off the semen-stained sheets and coverlet, and quickly replaced them with fresh linen. She was about to draw the drapes and lie down when a loud knocking on the front door interrupted her.
"God, what's happening now?" she said in exasperation, hurrying to the door, intending to send the intruder away.
Jan was puzzled to find five young boys awaiting her. The one who had been knocking looked like a slightly older version of Sammy. He had the same sun-burnished long hair and the same fine bone structure to his face. But his eyes were cruel and his mouth had a sardonic grin.
"Well, 'Aunti Jan, I'm Sammy's cousin Rick, and we've got a score to settle with you."
In seconds, the five of them were pushing Jan aside and piling into the small living room, and she noticed that the last boy was securely locking the door..
"Seems you took advantage of Sammy," their leader continued. I don't like that, and Sammy's friends, here, don't like it either."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jan managed to blurt out, although she was afraid her expressive face betrayed her. "Get out of her or I'll call the police!"
"Now, Aunt Jan, be reasonable," the boy said with a mock seriousness. "You hired cousin Sammy to work for you - but you didn't say you wanted the work done in the sack. Sammy's innocent - a real babe, and he went for it!"
"I - I don't understand," she blurted out half-defensively, half in earnest. "He never told you anything like that. It's a lie!"
Fearfully, Jan tried to back away, but Rick grabbed her arm, pulled her close and with a single swift motion of his other hand yanked the belt from her bathrobe. The garment spread wide open, baring her full wide-set breasts, the smooth plane of her belly, and the soft brunette trsngle of her pubic hair to the five teenagers' lusting eyes. She moved to cover herself, but the muscular boy Rick called Wimpy grasped her free hand and, now he and Rick were holding her helplessly between them.
Terrified, Jan's eyes were drawn to their tight-fitting jeans. In each one, she saw the unmistakable outline of a hard, ready penis- They were going to rape her! No matter what she did or said, these five boys were all going to rape her! Oh what a fool she'd been with Sammy! She should have known he would never be able to keep quiet about his conquest of an older woman. The knowledge of his betrayal hurt her deeply, for she had thought he was so different from all the others, so hard working and ambitious and shy and polite.
"But Sammy . . . he'd never say that... never!"
"He didn't mean to say it," Rick admitted. "I needled him so much he lost his head and blurted it out. Now he's gone and we can't find him, but it don't matter, 'cause we've got you!"
"For God's sakes, no!" the young widow cried. She felt weak and would have fallen if the two strong young boys hadn't moved quickly to support her. "Oh God, what have I done!"
"Just what you're going to do again now - a little screwing," Rick said, reaching to capture one ripe tender breast in his fingers, pinching the nipple to involuntary hardness with skilled fingers. "Five of us should keep you occupied for quite some time. We're in pretty good shape, and can go three or four times easy, so you might take a few of us at once to get it over real quick. "Otherwise our folks might come lookin' for us."
"Ahhhh, no..." Jan sobbed- "I suppose this is what I get for acting as I have. Okay, WL let you do what you want. But I can't possibly take more than one of you at a time. Let me go into the bedroom and I'll get ready and you come in one at a time."
"No sirreee, Aunt Jan," Rick said coldly. "We're in this together.
"Which means, we'll be a-ruckin' you together," Wimpy said, laughing hoarsely. "Let's go, fellas, and bang 'er!"
"Noooooo!" The frightened widow tried to pull free, but they overpowered her and roughly dragged her to the bedroom. Eager hands pinched and grabbed her heaving breasts, and ran lewdly up between her thighs to finger her fear-clenched pussy. She felt herself being roughly thrown belly-down on the bed.
"Please!" she cried out, her eyes blurred with tears. "I told you Vlldo it! Bute/one. With each of you. Alone. Give me that much."
"Well give you all you can handle," Rick said. He quickly stripped off his shirt then his jeans, and his young hard cock slapped obscenely against his muscular belly. Jan cringed at the sight of it- He stroked the blood-bloated shaft, drawing back the loose skin to reveal the blunt bulbous head. "You'll beg for it!" The boy laughed lewdly. "I'd like you to start begging right now. Tell me what you want me to do!"
"Dogs!" she spat the word right out. "Go ahead, rape me, if you like - then leave!"
This only brought mean jeering laughter from the boys. They were all stripping off their clothes now and shaking their hard erect penises at her as she lay quivering helplessly on the bed.
"You're gonna get it, Auntie Jan," Rick said. "And you're gonna beg for it. Now, guys, hold her down and let's see how good she can beg!"
Rough young hands grasped her shoulders, forcing her down hard on the bed. Despite the softness of the mattress, her breasts were crushed so mercilessly beneath her that they ached, and yet with the pain came a shameful sense of arousal against her will, and she could feel her nipples stiffening while her physical body responded to treatment which her mind and conscience rejected. She tried to squirm free, but knew immediately it was hopeless. There was nothing to do but submit, endure the ordeal which lay ahead and end it as quickly as possible. If begging would speed things up, what difference did it make?
"Come on, do it," she blurted. "Fast..."
"That's not the word." Rick slapped her hard across the face. "Say it!"
"Then ... screw me ..."
'That's still not it!" The sound of his hand cracking violently against her buttocks resounded through the room. His tone mocked her and he reached down to slide his hard searching fingers lewdly along her spine and down into the tight-pressed crevice of her ass-cheeks, one finger probing salaciously at the puckered circle of her anus. "Ask for what you really want!"
He lifted his hand now and brought the flat of his palm down in a stinging blow across her taut buttocks, causing her to cry out softly:
"Screw me ... all of you, do it... yes, fuck me!"
Suddenly, the slaps he was giving her tautly upraised young ass-cheeks just didn't hurt! They tingled, and she felt a fiery surging in her loins as she wriggled her breasts down into the mattress, raising her buttocks up in lewd invitation. She looked up at the leering youths, her eyes wide, knowing that they wanted to hear her say it again: "Yes, you bastards, FUCK MEEEEEEE!"
Abruptly, a boy she hadn't paid attention to before made a growl in his throat as he threw himself on her prostrate form. He quickly turneS her over so that she was facing him, her breasts and pussy nakedly exposed so all could see. She had very little time to see what he looked like before her moment of ravishment. His bright blond hair - a sort of taffy color next to his freckled skin, and his deep blue eyes, - kindled a strange kind of motherly feeling deep inside the lonely widow's mind. But, when he clumsily pushed on top of her, she felt an initial fear, mixed with anger at Rick for forcing the boy on her as the first one to take her. For it was Rick who was standing over them both, his hands on his hips, and a commanding expression on his face.
"Now fuck her, Jimmy, give Sammy's aunt what she really wants!" Rick said.
Mercifully, Jan thought, the boy was inexperienced and overexcited. By now - what with her earlier lovemaking with Sally and Jake - Jan's body was finely tuned to the needs of the human body, male or female. Closing her eyes, she reached for his rampant cock and quickly guided it to her already plundered cunt.
Gasping at the thrusting clumsiness of his penetration, she wrapped her long legs tight around him and began to fuck up against him, hardly feeling anything.
Come on now, kid, something spoke deep in her unconscious. Even if this is your first time, do it good!
Her legs clamped him tight and her cuntal muscles tugged - at his rigidly straining young penis. He was not nearly as large as Sammy or Jake had been. Hardly more than a boy. She felt a sudden revulsion at her own ready excitement, and the fact that there were four other boys peering lewdly down at her and Jimmy, but she couldn't do anything about it, and she reasoned that she might as well enjoy it as not, since they'd do it to her in either case. Still, she had a vague feeling that she hadn't put up enough of a fight.
"Please ... I can't..." she murmured, her voice draining off into almost silent mewls of content.
She could feel the young teenager moving in the depths of her loins and it was a pleasant sensation, but she knew she would not be able to cum with him. And although her body still tingled from the wild pleasure of her earlier experiences, for some reason she wanted to have another orgasm! As many as possible.
Jimmy was panting in her ear, his clumsy hands kneading her throbbing breasts, and in a matter of minutes she felt him shooting his virgin sperm up her clutching vagina. She squeezed the youngster tight between her hot thighs until his penis had shrunk so small it slipped from the heated clasp of her cuntal lips. Then, almost as if to say, "You'll do better, young man, when you're really a man," she patted him on the back as he rose clumsily from between her legs.
As they laughed at the boy, Jan's mind suddenly came back to the stark reality -that confronted her here. Who were these boys, and why had she permitted them such easy access to her body? And why, dear god, why was she actually enjoying their salacious company? Feeling sorry for the freckle-faced youngster who'd cum so soon up inside her. She was aware of his embarrassment, and somehow that became her own embarrassment, and she wished she could whisper to him that it was all right, that he could come to her alone some time and she would teach him.
But she said nothing. She was again afraid, and yet she went on acting outwardly with utter calm.
"You take to it damn fast," Rick said.
"But don't forget now," added Wimpy, "She's had a little bit of experience today.""
The others laughed. Instead of wincing in humiliation, she stretched out cat-like, and wet her lips seductively, boldly challenging the boys with her gaze.
"Who's next?" she said as she squirmed on the bed, legs splaying wide, her pussy lips gleaming with a mingling of Jimmy's cum and her lust-juices.
A thin, dark-haired boy called Lum decided to take his turn. Jan had not taken much note of him because he was the least prepossessing of the five, bony almost to the point of emaciation. Now, as he got on the bed, she noticed for the first time the size of his cock. It was out of all proportion to the rest of his body, nearly as big as Jake Brown's, but she was so full of cum that her aching cunt should be able to absorb it. Had to absorb it! If she fought, she was sure they would hold her down while the skinny youth vented his lust on her. And with this realization, she became calm - calm with the certainty of having endu red the worst possible torments, while she still knew that something far more devastating lay ahead.
"C'mon now, Miss Jan," he said. "I want you to get on top of me so I can play with them gorgeous tits of yours while we ball."
"Yeah, squeeze her tits!" someone exclaimed behind him.
The young widow wanted to say she had never done it in that position, didn't really know how, but the expression on the boy's face dissuaded her. He might be young, but there was evil in his eye and she was sure that if she protested, he would hurt her, hit her. She would just have to learn. Slowly she rose to her knees, then straddled him as he held his bloated penis upright, the inflated tip searching for the narrowly glistening slit of her well-moistened cunt. Slowly she lowered her body.
Jan felt the swollen head probing at her semen-wet pussy lips, the boy squirming in uncontrolled lust beneath her descending ass-cheeks, the tip of his urgent cock sliding along the receptively yielding mouth of her pussy as she trembled in anticipation.
"For Christ's sakes, you're bending me in half," the youth cursed. "Take it in your hand and help me put it in!"
Jan felt herself blush at the crudeness of his words, but didn't think of disobeying. She reached below the open "vee" of her pulsating cunt and grasped him, her fingers unable to close around the thickness of his obscenely upfthrust penis. With delicate fingers, she skinned his cock back until she could feel vthe exposed rubbery head prodding at her aching cunt. Holding it steady, she moved her buttocks lower, feeling it parting her shivering pussy flesh. Beneath her, the thin boy gasped as he felt himself being guided to the opening of her feverishly hot loins and into her velvety cuntal softness. Jan dropped her ass-cheeks lower and felt the swollen head pop through the tight distended opening of her vagina. She flexed her muscles, measuring its girth and gasped softly in wanton appreciation.
"Now just slide down the shaft," Lum urged her, slapping her buttocks sharply. "Grind your ass!"
But the young widow needed no persuasion. She wanted more of his rigid erection, and supporting herself on hands and knees, she swayed from side to side, feeling his teenage hardness moving up inside her, pushing ripples of her hungry cuntal flesh ahead of it. She looked down and saw his burgeoning red cock-shaft disappearing tantalizingly up between her dark-rimmed pussy lips, and she moaned in blissful arousal.
Suddenly she felt completely wanton. Her lips pursed in a soft round oval as she swayed above him, letting her weight fall down on him while at the same instant he thrust his pelvis upward grabbing her cl e n ching buttocks in bony fingers, pinching cruelly. He surged far up into her loins, the swollen head of his cock plunging against the very wall of her womb as his fingers squeezed hard at her trembling ass-flesh.
"Ugggggggh!" she cried out, grinding her hips, feeling his hard pubic bone rubbing enticingly against her clitoris. Using her knees as levers, she began to rise and fall over him, her head back, dark hair tossing in feathery abandon as his cock ripped in and out of her hungry cunt. His hands came up to grasp her quivering breasts, kneading them, squeezing the pebble-tight nipples as she labored over him like a woman gone mad, reveling in the sensations that his rock-hard penis was bringing to her. "Fuck me!" she panted. "Gooooooood, oh this feels so gooooooood!"
And then it was happening again. The great orgasmic tide swept over her and she groaned helplessly and reached around behind her churning ass-cheeks to find his balls and squeeze them urgently.
"Cum! Yes, Lum, fuck your hot sperm into me nowwwwww!"
The lean boy's cock began to throb and thicken, and then, urged on by the young widow's dancing fingers, his balls spurted their great load of white-hot cum upward in great jets that flooded her greedily coaxing belly, jerking hard up inside her as she mashed her smothering cunt down on his spending rod.
Exhausted again, she collapsed on top of him, her ass-cheeks flexing with the declining spasms of her orgasm. For a long time she lay there gathering her strength, until finally she raised herself and swung a long shapely leg over his drained body as if dismounting from a horse.
"Fuck me, somebody, fuck me," she mumbled as Lum slipped off the bed, leaving her there alone.
"Jeez, you're hotter than anything I ever run into," said Rick. He stroked his penis and grinned, motioning another of his cohorts to take Lum's place.
As if drugged, Jan nodded her head, and looked up to see Wimpy standing over her, stroking the thick rod of flesh that extended from his body like a young sapling.
"Get up on your hands an' knees, Miss
Widow," he commanded.
Still inflamed with lust, and with no sense of her own shame and humiliation remaining, the young brunette complied.
"Now, some of you fellas hold her there. She might not like getting it up in the ass, but it's the tightest and hottest place of all." Wimpy got onto the bed beside her.
"Oh, no," the older woman, frightened now, cried. "Good God, you can't do something like that to me."
"Don't hurt long, they say," Wimpy said, grinning viciously.
Jan tried to pull away, but they were too quick for her. She flailed against their superior strength and weight as muscular arms encircled her waist and shoulders. Then she felt Wimpy's hands pulling her buttocks up high in the air, his legs pressing her thighs apart until her defenseless ass-cheeks were spread wide.
"Oh, no, no-nooooooOOOOOOO!!!" the helpless widow pleaded, her words muffled by the bed into which her face was pressed. "Mease, just fuck me, but not this!"
Jan groaned as she felt the boy stroking his hands over the rich curves of her trembling hips, dancing his fingers lewdly over her belly and through the cum-drenched triangle of her pubic hair to tease her still aroused clitoris. Then she felt his lips and tongue on her back, licking and kissing and nibbling, and in spite of the ordeal which she had been promised, she found herself responding to his tantalizing oral caresses. Another heartfelt groan and she began to move her buttocks, hoping and praying he would become interested in her well-used cunt and forego his original plan.
But he didn't. Suddenly, she felt the searing tip of his tongue touching the tight rose of her anus, flickering at it like a snake's tongue. She gasped at the obscene titillation and wriggled her breasts down into the bed as his face burrowed between her widespread ass-cheeks. But just as she was beginning to enjoy the exciting sensation, the tongue withdrew, and she could feel a finger probing in her. It hurt, and she felt tears begin to stream hotly down her flushed cheeks again.
"Noooo, please," she moaned, suddenly aware of the unnatural invasion as the other strong boys held her immobile.
Wimpy moved his finger in a small circle, and gradually the pain in her anus began to give way to a perverted sensation of pleasure as she relaxed a little, beginning to move her buttocks in rhythm, hardly aware that the finger was now sinking deeper and deeper up into her rectum. The obscene intrusion was actually beginning to feel good!
Abruptly, a second finger rammed in beside it and she cried out softly as the two digits wormed and twisted, stretching her cruelly back there. The young widow had no choice but to submit, and yet she found herself liking this new humiliation. Gradually the pain went away, to be replaced by a pleasurable sensation of warmth and pressure, and she began to moan softly in rekindled excitement.
Then Wimpy abruptly pulled his fingers out, the tight ring of her anus clutching at them as they popped free. The young teenager grasped her firmly quivering hips and she felt the head of his thick rigid cock probing at the lips of her pussy. This is what he really wants, she thought with a sigh of relief. She was rewarded for her wriggling back and forth by feeling the turgid staff sliding slowly up and down her wetly dilating pussy slit.
But her pleasure turned to alarm again as, after a few jabs against the outer flanges of her excitedly throbbing cunt, he grasped her buttocks and stretched the firm half-moons painfully apart. Then she felt the swelling head of his cock pressing against the still-hot circle of her anus! She trembled in fear at the naked contact. Though he was just a boy, it would never fit! It was impossible! She would be split apart up to her throat. The terrified widow could feel the boy's hairy loins and his cock poised between her obscenely upturned buttocks.
"Oh, no, not like that," she cried. "I'll suck you, I'll do anything but this!"
And then it was too late as the tiny virginal ring of her anus gave way under the unrelenting pressure exerted by the boy's hips. "Ohhhhhhh, aaaaaahhhgg," she moaned, writhing in a futile attempt to ease the pain created by the entry of his burgeoning young penis. But her movements only served to help the boy sodomize her until, with a final lunge he buried himself to the hilt in her quivering rectum, her ass-cheeks spread obscenely wide, and his balls smacking against her flexing pussy.
"It hurrrrrrrts!" she sobbed as his cock flexed deep up in her anus.
The other boys released their hold on her arms and legs, but for a long moment Jan lay without moving. The pain was still strong as she lifted her head and torso, but after a few moments she thought she just might endure it...
Meanwhile, Wimpy pressed on from behind. He began to move his chunky body in wild little circles, not pulling in or out of the defenseless woman yet, but trying to stretch her, to force her to relax and respond. He knew she'd begun to almost like his prick in her ass, as she slowly rotated her hips in front of him. So Wimpy jerked her buttocks back hard against him and rammed all the way into her once more.
"Ohhhhh," she cried out, but at the same time her body arched and her buttocks humped back, just as when he'd first seen her getting it in her pussy with Jimmy and Lum. Slowly, she began to fall into rhythm with him, her back and hips grinding licentiously in time with his fore-and-aft movements. Jan couldn't believe it, but what a moment before had been painful now had the faintest twinge of pleasure to it.
"You - you're doin' fine," said Wimpy. "Now well do it together."
He grasped her churning hips firmly and began to fuck deep into her as Jan writhed and moaned on her knees on the mattress, the pleasure now outriding the pain, rotating her ass-cheeks at him with increasing ferocity. She clamped her straining anus tight around his invading young member, wanting it all now, needing it all, and in a matter of minutes she was giving herself as wildly to Wimpy as she had to the other lovers she had had in the past two days. And though she knew it was an obscene thing to do, she knew she had no choice other than to flow with whatever tide of feeling overcame her.
"Ooooooooh, yesssss, fuck me up my ass harrrrderrrrr," she moaned, the black veil of her hair tossing wildly with the lewd gyrations of her body.
Abruptly Wimpy stopped his driving assault on her anus, pulling her upright against him and holding her immobile. With a lewd wink at his buddies, he said, "Now look here, Ralph, the widow wants to have all the cock she can get, so why don't you oblige her!"
"Oh, no ... God, no!" Jan protested, suddenly realizing from the look on Ralph's face that he meant to take her at the same time Wimpy was fucking into her from behind. "I just can't!"
"Sure you can," said the boy called Ralph, as he climbed between her splayed legs and aimed his bulbous cock-head at her defenseless cunt. She writhed and moaned in Wimpy's unrelenting grip, now aware that she was about to take two penises deep up inside her at once!
It was impossible but all too terribly true!
"You gotta learn how to ruck with your ass and pussy at the same time, Auntie Jan," Wimpy taunted her, as his friend aimed the head of his lust-engorged young cock straight at the tight cuntal aperture which now flexed wetly as Wimpy's penis slipped in and out of her obscenely stretched anus from behind. She groaned as she felt the blood-swollen head seek entry.
She couldn't take two of them together. It wouldn't work. -
But then she felt the tightening muscles of her tortured cunt opening, being forced to accept the hard male intrusion. She gasped and without conscious thought opened her legs wider, mewling submissively as Ralph's penis began to push into her desire-filled pussy. She raised her legs high above his back so that she was suspended between the two teenagers - that seemed to make it easier. And as he sank his eager cock deeper and deeper up into her sensitive vagina! flesh, she slowly closed her thighs around his hips.
"Now ya see?" the boy said with a grin. "I told you ya'd love it!"
He lunged forward, knocking Jan and his buddy Wimpy back flat on the bed, and driving his lust-hardened cock-shaft mercilessly deep into her trembling body. Jan cried out with new pain, but something in her carnal being took hold then, and bracing her back against the boy beneath her, she thrust her cunt up to accept this second perverse impaiement.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrgh! You're ripping me apart, the two of you! I feel you so deeeeeeep!" she cried.
Clutching her defenseless body between them, the gleeful teenagers began to saw their obscenely rigid cocks in and out of her two straining orifices. As one piunged into her, the other withdrew, and they rubbed lewdly against each other far up inside her as they reamed the depths of her defenseless body. Jan was beyond any pain now, and in fact this lewd double fuck was beginning to feel good in a strange way, and she found herself matching the rhythm, humping her body and thrusting back against Wimpy, taking him deep up into her wide-stretched rectum, and then moving forward quickly to absorb all of Ralph's thick hard penis in her flowing pussy even as Wimpy stretched her anus with another wild thrust.
"Uggghh, uuuuuuuh," Jan moaned, her vibrant body now urging both of them on.
The feeling of pain had become transformed into total ecstasy for the dually skewered brunette and she threw herself into the insane pummeling movements in front and behind without a thought as to the depraved spectacle she made in front of the other boys. Suddenly, a voice partially awoke her from her sense-blinding trance.
"Look here. Auntie Jan," Rick said, leering down at her. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw the eighteen-year-old's blood-engorged cock-head poised thickly near her face as it throbbed in his tightened fist. "I'd like you to do a little sucking, seeing that you ain't otherwise occupied!"
Something deep inside Jan tried to rebel, despite the way she was giving herself so lewdly and wantonly to the two youths who were already ravishing her. She shook her head, firmly compressing her full rich lips, but he grabbed a fistful of her long black hair close to the scalp and twisted her head until she had to scream. "Aiiiiieeeee!"
As her mouth formed the cry. Rick thrust his pelvis forward, his free hand shoving his thick young cock between her ovalled lips as he jammed himself deep into her open mouth.
"Suck now, suck it, you bitch," he commanded harshly. "We all know how much you like to suck off, so give us a little show here!"
Suddenly, the combined force of two rock-hard boy-penises penetrating her anus and cunt at the same time, plus the hard shaft of teenage male flesh invading her mouth, made the ravished widow moan. She gagged, and then as she gasped for air, her cock-pierced red lips pursed in a warm soft circle around Rick's cock, her tongue lashing as she fought for breath. The boy's hand was still pressing hard on the back of her head, and she had no choice but to suck. So suck him she did, though she resolved to herself that she would absolutely not enjoy this but would act as nothing more than a receptacle, a machine for this additional obscene attack on her debauced young body.
She could hear the lewd squishing sounds of the continuing penetration and withdrawal of the twin cocks pummeling her loins below, could feel the two penises rubbing together through the thin membranes of her anal and vaginal passages and she wondered how much time must pass before they climaxed and pumped their burning sperm into her evilly sandwiched body. Moaning, she opened her eyes and saw Rick's thick cock sliding liquidly in and out of her helpless mouth.
A shameful vision of what she must look like came to her in a flash, her shapely body buffeted between the two teenagers who were fucking and sodomizing her at the same time, While her darling Sammy's brutal cousin's throbbing hot cock was buried deep inside her mouth! And off to the side stood Jimmy and Lum, their boyish cocks hard once again and being pumped wildly in their fists, and their mouths hanging open as they watched the incredible scene. Suddenly, Jan wanted to be used, abused, and she swiried the tip of her tongue around Rick's smooth hot cock-head, probing for the tiny opening which in time would spew forth a lewd surge of thick rich cum. Suddenly, she wanted it to explode in her mouth, to drown her in its seething heat, just as her ravaged cunt and rectum in time would be rilled with the semen of the other two madly fucking boys,
"Oh, yeah .. . suckkkk," Ricky crooned, his pulsating rod of flesh inflating still further as she drew her lips tightly around it.
She was on the verge herself, and began to salivate almost choking on the sticky secretions that were beginning to flow from the boy's heavily pistoning member.
"Uhhhhhm, uuuuuuuuuaaahhhh," she moaned, reaching out to cup and squeeze the drum-tight testicles of the boy pumping furiously into her greedy mouth.
Suddenly, Ralph and Wimpy picked up their momentum as they fucked crazily into her pussy and salavishly filled rectum. She could feel their burgeoning shafts swelling as they approached what promised to be a violent climax.
"Ohhhhhmmmmmmm," Jan mewled, trembling in lustful anticipation, her buttocks churning around one young cock, her cunt and mouth sucking furiously on two more, as the overwhelming sensation again erupted in her loins and the hot fluid spewed out into her skewered loins.
"Cummmmmmmming," she heard Ralph croak, and felt him flooding into her grasping cunt. A moment Iaters her fingers sensed the eruption in Rick's swollen testicles, and then her mouth was filled with seething, red-hot cum in bullet-like spurts. She sucked and swallowed, her tongue swirling over the gushing, erotically jerking head as her cunt sought to hold its own bursting penis. She was buffeted so hard from behind, then, that she almost let Rick's jerking penis slip from her eager lips, as, with a long cry of pleasure, Wimpy drove his penis deep up into her constricting rectum one final time and the lava-like flow of his cum totally inundated her trembling back passage.
"Aw shit, what a fuck!" the boy sighed as he collapsed against her back.
The young widow lay tangled amidst the three gasping, groaning boys, her anus and cunt and mouth lewdly clutching their deflating young penises.
Chapter Six
And in the backyead, grabbing the limb of a stunted oak tree for support, fourteen-year-old Sammy Hewlet stared through the window at the tableau aghast.
The unhappy teenager had spent hours alone in an isolated patch of woods. Then, he'd decided to come down to the house to confess to his aunt what Rick had forced him to reveal. But it was too late to protect her. What he saw now was to be believed. As the young brunette woman spasmed into an insane climax before his very eyes, buffeting back and forth like a rag doll between the three boys on the bed, he felt as though his head were being hit with a hammer, so plagued with guilt was he. But anger suffused his young frame too, for his beloved aunt had seemed to be enjoying her obscene ravishment at the hands of these five boys. She was nothing but a slut and a whore - her love for him had never been pure. Crap! He was the reason those guys were in there with his aunt.". . and he guessed he ought to be the one to call the police ...
The young teenager scuffled back into the dense foliage, picked up his bike, and in a puff of dust and grit headed into town.
"Now look here," Stew Crone said from the bushes to his friend sitting beside him. "What we gonna do? I'm getting goddamn fed up just being patient, the way you said. I want a piece of that prime ass!"
A while earlier they'd arrived to find the Hewlet Ford in the driveway. They sneaked close up to Jan Martin's summer cottage to the same point at which they'd taken their obscene pictures.
It had taken some time to figure out just how many boys were in the bedroom with Jan Martin, because there was so much action and the thin curtains obscured the scene somewhat. But finally Jake Brown had concluded that they were just kids and he and Stew could easily run them all off.
"My God, Stew," he said. "She sure must love the taste of them young kids' pricks," Stew said, still amazed. "Man, would you believe that boy just waved his cock in front of her and she's down on her knees suckin' like a maniac!"
"That little shrimp with his prick in her ass." Stew muttered. "I'll break his neck for beatin' me in there!"
"Well, let's go, then, feller! You ain't had your piece yet, and me, I aim to get a little more, now we seen what the widow's capable of!"
With Stew in hot pursuit, Jake headed for the cabin door, a confident swagger in his walk and a perverse gleam in his eye.
After the crazy-wild impromptu fucking she'd endured, Jan Martin lay in a crumpled heap among her five new teenage lovers, trying to regain her breath. And as her beating heart gradually stilled, the horrible realization of what she had just done rushed in to overwhelm her.
What had started out as a definite rape had ended up, she had to admit, as an outright orgy! Jan Martin in the center of a lewd five-way orgy! She could scarcely believe how she had done it!
"Oh good God," she moaned, covering her face with her hands and beginning to cry. She was totally lost. Instead of one blackmailer, she now had many. And instead of one, her lovers were now too numerous to count, most of them mere children! And on top of that, in just two short days, she had become a full-fledged lesbian! It was all too terrible to even think about.
"How could I ever ...?" she sobbed, the tears streaming down her beautiful face. It had promised to be a lovely calm summer, and she had succeeded in ruining it. It wasn't enough to have corrupted a fine and innocent young boy, but she had let herself be used and abused like an animal... and she had enjoyed it! She had enjoyed it! Whyyyyyyyyy? Why did she crave sex so badly now, any sex, when she'd been completely normal before?
The sound of her crying alarmed the five boys who sprawled about the room in post-orgasmic exhaustion, and they hurriedly scrambled up and began pulling on their clothes to leave. But Jan knew that she would stop them all before they got to the door. For already she wanted them again, wanted to feel their stiff young cocks pounding into every available opening of her whoring body!
The young police officer gazed down the road with a troubled look in his eyes. He'd read the reports this morning on the increase in crime in the Vermont area and he could scarcely believe it. At eighteen, he still had a lot to learn.
