Avis Cramer unpacked the two bags of groceries she had bought then went into the living room and sank down onto the comfort-able soft cushions of the couch, breathing a great sigh of relief. Lighting a cigarette, she put her head back and closed her eyes, taking long, deep breaths and throat-tickling drags from her cigarette. Thank God that was over with, she said to herself with heartfelt sense of alleviation.
The interview had gone well. Mr. Thomas Hastings, headmaster and owner of Hastings School for Boys, had read her resume with obvious approval and had not questioned the reason for her leaving her last two school counseling positions in California. Instead, he had unquestioningly accepted her given reason, at least for leaving her last job: that she and her husband were in the process of a divorce and that she wanted to get away and start over again.
Which, of course, was very true as far as it went. That explanation left a lot unsaid and unexplained, but that was fine with Avis Cramer. She wanted nothing more than to leave the past behind her, to start all over again with a clean slate, so the less anyone asked about the past the better. She had been in Arcadia, New York for less than two weeks and already her past had threatened to catch up to her in the person of Henry Watson . . . still, Henry didn't really know anything and if Avis had her way, he would never find out either!
Just as Avis stubbed out her cigarette, she heard the back door open and close noisily and then a cheerful whistling sound greeter her ears. Avis smiled to herself, got up and walked into the kitchen.
"Hi, Avis," Henry's fourteen year old son Davy sang out cheerfully. His face burst into a warm, open grin and his hand reached up to automatically brush back the shock of black hair that habitually fell across his forehead to his right eye. "How did your interview go this afternoon?"
Avis smiled in reply, her sea-blue eyes appraising his muscular, developing young masculinity through the pale blue oxford shirt that he wore, down his narrow jeans-covered hips and to the slight bulge at the front of those jeans before quickly raising to his handsome, smooth-skinned young face. It was his father's face, even to the deep-set, piercing dark eyes, although he had his mother's coloring and thick, dark hair. She tried to repress a slight tinge of excitement that tickled her loins just at the sight of his adolescent good looks.
"Fine, just fine," she replied at last, plunging down into a chair. "I'm to start in two weeks, after the mid-term break. The other counselor will be staying just long enough to get me started, and then I'll be on my own."
"I guess a little town in upstate New York is a lot less exciting than California," he mused aloud, tossing some books onto the kitchen counter and hoisting himself up to perch there. "I mean, Arcadia isn't too exciting, you know, although I like it a lot. Dad thought of moving to California after Mom died because he said he had a lot of school friends there, but we went out there for a vacation and decided that we really liked it here a lot better. Los Angeles was so big, you know?" The boy was silent for a minute, and then his face took on a new expression of pleasure. "Say, could I have something to eat? I mean, I know we can't have dinner until Dad gets home and I hardly had any lunch. Maybe a peanut butter sandwich or something?"
"Sure, Davy," Avis replied. "I've just bought a loaf of bread, in fact. Help yourself."
Avis watched the boy's supple, muscle-rippling movements as he took the jar of peanut butter down from the shelf and proceeded to make himself a sandwich, then pour himself a glass of milk. At last, he sat down across from her at the table and, in between bites, said, "You know, I'm glad you're going to stay here while Dad's in Washington. I mean, you haven't got a place of your own yet, so why not? I think Dad was really right - you can use the time here to look for a place . . . and then when he comes back ..."
Avis couldn't help the renewed twinge of excitement his words sent rippling through her sensuous thirty-three year old body. It was an excitement she had felt often during the past years, one that was both very familiar and very frightening. She had let herself indulge her feelings in California . . . but this was different. This was Henry Watson's son . . . could have been her son had she accepted Henry's proposal long ago . . . Avis Cramer swallowed tightly and looked across the table at Davy Watson's piercing onyx eyes.
"Perhaps," she said. "Perhaps. It's true, I'd much prefer staying here to staying in that old hotel. But . . . well, Davy, do you think we'll manage to get along all right? I mean, just the two of us, all alone in the house?" Avis silently chastised herself, well aware that her smile was more teasing and provocative than questioning.
"Get along? Why not?" the boy answered in complete innocence. "Why wouldn't we get along? Don't you like me?"
Avis continued to smile as she nervously lit another cigarette. God, she wondered if she was making a mistake, knowing that she really welcomed the opportunity to play governess to this delectably handsome youth as Henry had asked her to do, but knowing at the same time that the situation she was plunging into was fraught with more dangers than either Davy or Henry realized. Avis, however, realized those dangers only too well!
"Of course I like you, Davy," she murmured in between puffs of her cigarette. "But ... well, you may find me a little strict sometimes," she continued, her blazing blue eyes searching his handsome young face with overanxious eagerness. "After all, I am quite used to dealing with teenage boys and I know a lot of their tricks, being a school counselor, you see."
"Aw, we'll get along all right," he managed, talking with his mouth half-full. "I mean, a lady as pretty as you can't be all bad!"
Davy paused then, his face flushing lightly beneath his smooth, beardless skin, the compliment seeming to slip out from his mind before he had even realized the thought was there! And then yet another wave of tickling, prickling sensation washed through Avis Cramer, beginning in her groin then soaring up through her belly and sparking little flames at the cherry-capped tips of her breasts. Uncon-sciously, she found herself staring closely at the short dark hairs on the youth's forearms and the gentle ripple of his developing muscles above his elbow, and a new flutter of excitement captured her groin.
She couldn't stand it any longer! This was too much!
Suddenly, Avis pushed back from the table, getting unsteadily to her feet. She hoped that the boy wouldn't notice the trembling in her hands and knees.
"I've got some letters to w-write," she stammered, backing away from the boy but still facing him. "A-and some o-other business to take c-care of. I'll be in my room if you want anything!"
"Okay, sure," Davy replied, watching the thirty-three year old woman closely, wondering if he had said or done something wrong. Because the one thing he didn't want was for this gorgeous and sweet-tempered woman to be angry with him because then she might change her mind and decide not to stay while his dad was away. But, dammit, she was pretty and he just couldn't have kept himself from saying so even if he had known he was going to say it before he had! She was one of the most sensuous women he had ever seen, even more beautiful than his favorite Hollywood movie star!
"L-listen," he began hesitantly. "You're not mad, are you? B-because I said you are pretty? I didn't mean ... I mean, you are . . . and I . . . "
"Mad?" Avis repeated with a tremor in her voice, his innocence and naivete exciting her even more than she already was! "No, Davy, I'm not angry with you. It's just that . . . well, I'm flattered, that's all ... I didn't expect . . . well, I just didn't expect to hear you say that, I guess." Avis smiled then, seeing a way out of her excited dilemma, seeing a way to steer the conversation in a different direction. "I guess you say that to all the girls, don't you, young man?"
"What girls? Oh ... no, I don't have a lot of girlfriends ... I mean, I know a lot of girls at school . . . but I haven't got a girlfriend, exactly."
The boyish embarrassment creeping across his slowly flushing face caused the older woman even more forceful waves of aroused excitement as she stared down at his bewildered, innocent young face. Yet, even as she stood there reveling in the unmistakable excitement he was causing within her, Avis Cramer knew that she was playing with fire, knew very well that what was happening to her at that moment was a sure sign of things to come! But could she ever . . . with Henry's son?
No, she couldn't do that. Not to Henry who had been so kind to her during these past two weeks. She had to end it right then and there! She had to get hold of herself and douse her kindled desires that very minute!
"I see," she said, turning away, then turning back as she got to the door. "Well, I'd best go tend to my business. And you can tend to your homework. By the way, what time does your father usually get home?"
"Oh, around six or six-thirty. But he always has a cocktail or two, so we don't eat until at least seven," he replied, his discerning, cagy dark eyes seeming to be mentally undressing her, roving from one end to the other of her voluptuously sculpted body with unconcealed admiration. "Sometimes he even lets me mix the martinis!"
"Does he now?" she smiled, walking out the door then closing it behind her. Avis dashed down the hallway to her bedroom and closed that door behind her as well, taking a long breath and letting it out with a sigh. She flopped down onto the bed and covered her face with her hands.
Dear God, what was she doing? How had she ever let Henry talk her into this preposterous situation? True, she had told herself that she would be merely helping out an old and dear friend . . . well, okay, Henry was rather more than a 'friend', she had to admit. After all, while she was still an undergraduate and he was a law student, he had been very much in love with her and had even wanted to marry her! But that was fifteen years ago ... she was thirty-three years old now, a divorced woman ... yes, she had married Roger Cramer on the rebound after Henry had gone out of her life and she had regretted that almost from the very night of their honeymoon.
Avis shook her head vigorously, as if to clear up the haze which prevented her from thinking clearly about what was happening to her now, happening again as it had so many times before. She let out another long sigh and rolled over onto her back, staring up at the last shadows of the sun as they danced across the ceiling.
And she had so hoped to make a new start here in Arcadia! She had purposely picked a small town where nobody knew her, nor about the life she had now left behind her in California, a place where she could start over again, fresh and clean and new and unsoiled. And who of all people in the world should she accidentally run into but Henry Watson, the only grown man she had ever really loved with all her heart and all her body!
Had she not decided to go to that antique auction the Saturday before last . . . had she gone instead to the park as she had planned ... but she hadn't. She had been sitting there in the back row of the giant warehouse showroom, thinking how lucky she was to be able to begin life anew while she was still young enough to enjoy it . . .
"Avis! Avis Belmont! I don't believe it! My God, what are you doing in Arcadia?"
She had looked up at the strange yet hauntingly familiar voice, knowing and at the same time not wanting to admit to herself who that voice belonged to, had to belong to. And there he was. She recognized him at once, of course. His was not the kind of face a girl could easily forget, even though in the intervening years it had grown a little fuller and the hair line had receded just a bit. She stared at him open-mouthed, at his keen blue eyes which were now surrounded with tiny crinkles and at the spotlight-bright smile playing across his lips. "H-Henry! I ... I ... oh my God! I c-can't believe . . . it's really youl"
"It's really me, Avis," he laughed warmly. "But I can't believe it's really you. My God, who would ever have thought . . . ?"
Avis could feel her hands trembling but couldn't control the happy and glowing laughter which seemed to spill from her lips without her conscious volition. He had, of course, immed-iately taken the empty seat next to her, taking her small soft hands in his large warm one to hold and squeeze enthusiastically, crazy bits of frantic chatter flying back and forth between them as they tried to recapture fifteen years in a few minutes.
And then Avis looked up to see a dark, handsome teenage boy staring down at them, questioning, wondering, looking as if he were waiting for an explanation.
"I thought you wanted to sit up close, Dad ... I was looking for you up there ..." he said with a shy little grin that had immediately sparked a flicker of long-repressed desires within Avis Cramer. God, he was a handsome boy! And except for his coloring, there was no mistaking this boy as any other than his father's son!
"I'm sorry, Davy. But as you can see, I've run into an old friend," Henry had replied, squeezing Avis' hand even more tightly now. "An old and very dear friend, son. This is Avis Belmont - oh, it's not Belmont anymore, is it?"
Avis had laughed and shaken her head. "It's Cramer. Or rather, it was Cramer . . . perhaps I will go back to Belmont now!"
Henry's smile had broadened considerably. Nodding in his son's direction, he said, "This is Davy, my son. We came here hoping to find a nice chest of drawers for his room." And then, turning to Davy, he had asked, "Listen, son, do you mind if I ask Avis to join us for dinner after the aution? We can go down the road to Skinners and have a nice steak. What do you say?"
Davy had agreed at once and the evening had progressed from there before Avis had a chance to refuse. Henry had explained that Davy's mother had died five years ago in a freak skiing accident . . . that for the past ten years he had been working for a prestigious local law firm that specialized in land and real estate and that, in fact, he was scheduled within a few weeks to go to Washington, D.C. to serve on a land reform commission for the government. He would probably be gone for at least a month, perhaps longer, and would only be able to return home on weekends. He had, he said, thought about the possibility of taking Davy with him but didn't want to interrupt the boy's schooling mid-way through the term . . .
And then, once more taking Avis' small hand in his larger one and leaning across the table at the restaurant, Henry had asked Avis what she had done with the last fifteen years of her life. He knew, of course, that she had married Roger Cramer . . . but what had happened after that? And Avis told him. At least, she told him as much as she dared, about how she and Roger had moved to Los Angeles where she had found a position almost immediately as a Counselor in a private boy's school, serving there for six years and then at another boy's school for five more. And then had come the split with Roger . . . they hadn't really been getting along well for years and then he decided that he wanted a divorce so he could marry his secretary . . . and so she had gathered her courage and her determination . . . and here she was in Arcadia!
"Well, I'm glad you've come here," Henry had sighed after the waiter had served their after-dinner drinks. "I really am. Avis, I can't tell you . . . why, you're more beautiful now than you ever were, I swear!"
The sumptious blonde felt a faint flush crawling across her cheeks at Henry's compli-ment . . . and then she felt it grow deeper and deeper as she gazed at young Davy's pleased smile across the table. She should have known then. And, in fact, she did, although she didn't want to admit to herself that she was falling into the same ceaseless pattern again! Why was it that although men didn't excite her in the least, one look at a tender young adolescent and she could feel the old flame of rampant desire being kindled in her loins?
No, this was madness. She had to control herself! It took every effort of concentration for the voluptuous blonde to keep from reaching across the table to take the boy's hand. She had to divert her gaze from him several times to keep from staring at him like a drooling, hungry tigress! Oh, it was awful ... it was happening all over again ... she shouldn't have had so much to drink . . . and what was Henry saying? She could only catch snatches of it as he spoke . . . "it would be so nice if you could stay with him" ... the mere presence of the boy seemed to draw her gaze like a magnet no matter how hard she tried to look away or at Henry . . . "and I'll be back on weekends" . . . God, what was happening to her! . . . "and you haven't got a place to stay anyway except a cold and empty hotel room ..."
Avis knew that she was losing almost every ounce of her self-control. But she couldn't help herself. For the past five years she had tried to keep a leash on her desires for Roger's sake as well as for her own . . . and she had only slipped once, only loosed the maddening desire thundering through her groin one time in five years! She knew that she had to struggle desperately during those five years because she didn't want a repeat of what almost happened at Fenwich School for Boys when one of her little teenage student/lovers had threatened to tell the headmaster about their affair!
"He's really a fine boy, Avis. I'm sure he won't give you any trouble, will you, son?" His dark young eyes were like precious stones sparkling in his handsome face and those eyes hadn't left her for one single moment! "... and I wish you would seriously consider it, Avis. It would be good for Davy and for you, too!" Yes, the boy liked her, she could tell. She could always tell! God, if only she could trust herself enough to reach out and touch him . . . just let her hand fall on top of his . . . just let her fingers brush back that unruly head of hair !Oh, what a darling little cock he must have!
"And then, after the Washington project is over, perhaps we could all take a long vacation together . . . maybe drive up through Canada or go down to Mexico, providing that you and Davy hit it off together . . . and you want to chance giving up the freedom you've just found. I know it can work out, Avis, I just know it! And Davy likes the idea, too, I can tell already!"
Avis could feel her head spinning. It was all happening too fast for her to be able to think about the consequences! She couldn't even recall what Davy had said to his father's idea, if on anything! She only knew that she had been fighting against every warning instinct that jolted into her brain and the excited little fires burning in her belly and loins. The boy was so beautiful, so handsome and desirable! So young and so trusting and so innocent!
God, what had she gotten herself into? Henry . . . wonderful, kind, understanding, patient Henry . . . how could she let herself go like this with his very own son? She couldn't let it happen! But could she help herself? Could she control her lust-inspired instincts with these two angelic, wonderful people . . . especially Davy? Oh Davy . . . the wispy, peach-fuzz adorning his arms . . . the way his jeans clung so tightly to his muscular, developing thighs ... his handsome, cherubic face . . . and . . . and . . . oh, dammit all, what an exciting, virile young cock must be hidden behind those clinging jeans! A delicious, delectable fourteen year-old cock with its sweet-tasting nectar ... all hers, just for the taking ... oh God!
The sensuous, aroused blonde leaped up off the bed and ran into the bathroom, turning on the cold water tap and splashing her face as if that would chill her feverish desires for Henry's handsome adolescent son! She had to stop it here and now, before she got carried away with her fervently heated passions! Otherwise, it would mean complete destruction not only for herself but for the boy as well, not to mention dear, sweet Henry! God, if only she could love Henry the way most women loved their men ... if only she could really give herself to any man at all without those sickening feelings of shame and repulsion . . . and yet, she had wanted Henry that way once, a long time ago ... he had been the only man who had ever made her feel that way!
Why? Why couldn't she control her irrepressible passions for teenage boys?
It was all Uncle Tom's fault, of course. He had only been twenty-one years old at the time and obviously had little experience with women ... he was only testing himself and wasn't really a bad or lecherous person ... ex-cept that one fateful night. She knew he was drunk that night because she could smell the beer on his breath. And then her own mother's younger brother had- What was that? Something, some strange sound, had interrupted her vivid recollections. What was it? Yes ... a rhythmic series of squeaking sounds . . . coming from . . . ? Avis returned to the bed and sat motionless, the rapidly building tempo stirring an obscenely suggestive note inside her belly. It was coming from the next room - Davy's room! Could it be?
The voluptuous blonde stood, moving quickly on tiptoe to her door which she opened carefully and paused. Nobody in the hallway . . so it was Danny in his room! She slipped, still on tiptoe, out into the hallway and slithered along towards the boy's bedroom door. It wasn't completely closed as she eased nearer and nearer, those same rhythmic squeaking sounds assaulting her ears like enormous thunderclaps. She could feel her heart pounding within her chest and her breathing became somewhat quickened - and then her breath caught somewhere in the back of her throat! There he was, stretched out on his bed . . .
The boy was jerking himself off! He wore only his blue oxford shirt and his legs were tensed, the muscles rippling beneath his flesh, his handsome pelvic area completely exposed as he clutched at his desire-swollen penis, jerking it frenziedly while he gaped at what were obviously pictures of naked girls in the other hand! She had once stumbled upon a scene like this at the first boys school where she had worked ... it was, in fact, what had led to that first dramatic episode with a teenage boy when she discovered the joys that their hot young penises could bring to her!
The unexpected discovery struck Avis like a bolt of lightening, her knees momentarily jelling as a mixture of aroused and confused emotions raced through her hot-blooded body. She couldn't quite believe what her eyes told her to be true, but as the moments ticked relentlessly by and she continued to stare in growing and lewd fascination, the reality of his masturbation registered on her lust-fevered brain. It was just like it had been before ... his hand almost frantically jerking his slender young cock while he incited his lust to even greater proportions by gaping at the obscene color photographs she could only bearly make out!
God, she had to control herself!
Avis stood motionless, hardly daring to even breathe, totally mesmerized and entranced by the lascivious spectacle he was presenting unawares to his lovely blonde governess. She could feel a ripple of chilling desire permeate her entire body as she watched his tensing young body and the vigorous jerking of his penis there nakedly displayed before her. Oh, Davy, sweet, loveable Davy!
Uncontrolably, her blazing blue eyes gleamingly fastened on his hand-covered, youthfully throbbing cock, its blood-filled head and a small measure of its white, slender shaft at the base the only visible parts of his magnificant teenage instrument that she could clearly see in his near violent stroking of it. A sprinkling of dark pubic hair sprouted like an emerging beard from the area where the captivating rod of hardened teenage flesh jutted out from his loins. And below, she could see his hairless, velvet-skinned balls dancing and swaying to the cadence of his fervent pumping action!
The tantalizing blonde couldn't have moved even if she had wanted to. Her legs had turned to stone and her mind was completely locked on the lurid performance before her. Unwanted fires had suddenly burst into being to burn maddeningly in her flat white belly. Oh God, and she could sense the telltale moisture down there between her legs, too, dampening her panties even as she struggled valiantly against the forbidden desire sweeping through her lust-incited body! In the torment of her frustration, she gasped aloud, and Davy heard the unexpected sound. A sudden look of shock captured his handsome young features as he turned his head towards the doorway, his eyes widening in utter astonishment at first, then filling with shame-induced tears.
In his shock, the boy could do little but lay there and stare at the voluptuous blonde woman in frozen fear and debasement, his quickly deflating cock still unconsciously clasped in his trembling hand, the pictures falling from the other hand and dropping to the floor.
"Oh . . . Jesus ..." he finally managed to stammer, lying there still frozen in his obscene position. "I . . . oh God, Avis . . . please ... I didn't ..."
He paused then, not sure what to say that could extricate him this horrifying and embarrassing situation, while Avis pushed the door all the way open and walked unsteadily into the room. Her knees trembled as she fought to regain her self-control and composure as flames of forbidden desire leaped through every nerve-ending in her sensuously aroused young body. She didn't know what to do or what to say. Almost in self-defense, she unconsciously took the offensive.
"You didn't think anybody would see you, is that it?"
"I . . . Jesus! Please, Avis ... I mean, everybody does -"
"What everybody does or doesn't do is no concern of mine," she said as sternly as she could, her hands beginning to tremble as she clasped them behind her back so he couldn't see them. "Nor of yours. I'm only concerned about what you do, young man. And how you came upon those disgusting pictures!"
Oh God, what am I doing to the poor boy? Hasn't he been humiliated enough? Still, Avis Cramer couldn't help the acid bite in her voice any more than she could help the surging, churning desire in her loins as her eyes fastened on that slender shaft of teenage flesh still captured within the boy's fist. She knew that her words and actions were merely a self-defense mechanism, an effort to still the lust-incited agitation tearing at her heatedly aroused genitals, but it seemed like the only way to deal with this potentially dangerous situation!
"Avis ... I ... I don't know what to say ... I didn't mean ... I ... oh God, Avis . . . please understand ..." he moaned in undisguised anguish.
"I'll understand a little better when you take your hand off that thing, Davy Watson!" she suggested crisply, her eager eyes free to feast on that delectable flaccid length of boy-cock now totally exposed to her ravenous gaze. And then, with violently trembling hands, the boy reached down to pull the sheet up over his exposed nakedness, wrenching Avis back to the moment.
"Please . . . don't tell Dad, Avis please!" the boy whimpered piteously. "Please! He'd never understand ... I mean, he'd probably be real mad at me . . . and I . . . " Davy simpered, his handsome young face grimacing before the tears began spilling down his flushed cheeks. "... I could never explain to him ... he might even hate me ... or send me away ..."
His pathetic pleading touched a soft spot in Avis' heart and her harsh attitude began to melt at the very moment that he turned his embarrassed, tear-stained face from her, brushing at the unruly shock of dark hair covering his forehead. The sensuous and compassionate blonde couldn't help but go to the boy, sitting down next to him on the bed and enfolding him with her arms, drawing his fear-trembling body close to hers.
"Ok . . . it's ok, Davy . . . don't cry," Avis Cramer whispered into his hair as she clutched his tremorous body tightly to her, the warmth of his firm yet tender young body pressed against her fully rounded breasts sending a new churning thrill through her already excited flesh. She could feel his body shaking and trembling with his violent sobbing as she rocked back and forth to comfort his misery. "It's going to be alright, darling . . . don't cry anymore ... I wouldn't hurt you, Davy, for anything in the world . . . Henry doesn't have to know ... it can be our secret, just you and I, Davy . . . there, now . . . don't cry anymore . . . we'll make it our precious secret, ok?"
Still choked with fear, Davy tried desperate-ly to swallow the fearful ache in the back of his throat, hardly able to believe what she was so compassionately saying to him. But, God, he wanted to believe her! And she did sound as though she meant what she was saying! God, she was the most gorgeous and kindest woman he had ever known and he wanted her to like him so desperately! How had he ever been idiot enough to leave that door ajar? He had always locked it before! Maybe it was because he hadn't really known how excited he would become once he started looking at those pictures.
But it hadn't really been the pictures, he acknowledged silently to himself. It had been her, Avis Cramer, he had begun to think about that had caused him to become so aroused. He had tried to picture what her bare tits would look like, those full and tempting mounds that attracted his eyes like a magnet ever since he had first met her.
And then the first thing he knew, his cock was hard as a damned rock! And just looking at those pictures, he could almost feel her soft firm tits pressing right up against him . . . just the way they were doing now! Crap! And then his mind had conjured up the image of her naked thighs and flat white belly . . . and even the little puffy, golden-fleeced place where it lay there between her legs . . . pushing up right against him, almost begging for his cock! Jesus, his cock would get stiff again now if she didn't let go of him soon! The sweet womanly aroma of her prefume seemed like fire assaulting his nostrils and he could feel the quiver of arousal once again sweeping through his teenage loins! She was so very beautiful, so gorgeous and so sensual and so damned enticing . . . just the way she moved could set his cock on fire!
"Y-you mean t-that, Avis? Y-you won't tell D-dad?" he heard his tremorous voice question with a choked-up whine as he pulled away from her in his newly dawning embarrassment. If only he could keep his cock down ... if only she wouldn't notice . . . crap, he didn't want her getting mad at him again!
"Yes, Davy, I mean it. Our little secret," she whispered close to his ear so that her hot breath bathed his flushed cheek. "You're Dad need never know . . . nor anyone else for that matter. But perhaps you ought to get rid of those pictures before you're Dad gets back. Take them back where they came from, Davy, and Henry need never know anything about this. Is that a deal?"
"Sure," he managed to murmur as she seemed to hug him once more tightly to her sensuously rounded breasts. "Sure, Avis, it's a deal." God, what was she doing to him? He was almost certain now that she was rubbing her softly voluptuous body in tiny little circles against his own. Damn it! He could feel his recalcitrant cock jerking uncontrollably against her warm thigh . . . but of course, that was impossible wasn't it? She couldn't really be undulating against him, could she? Crap! What would she do if she noticed his cock growing harder and longer like that again? He wanted to push himself away from this mesmerizing temptation, but she was holding him so very tight!
Ooooohhhh, Avis murmured silently to herself, feeling the fourteen year-old boy's vigorous throbbings through the sheet as his cock lurched into aroused excitement against her thigh. She could feel the old telltale tingling and lust-incited moisture within her heatedly arous-ed pussy as the boy's re-hardening instrument of pleasure pulsed hotly against her soft thigh . . . she was beginning to lose all of her self-control . . . waves of prurient desires were coursing through her excited flesh with every new pulsing beat of his stiffening column . . .
Damn it! What was she allowing to happen? She had to get hold of herself, to get herself out of the boy's room and safely locked behind her own bedroom door! Was she going mad? This was Davy Watson, Henry's only son!
She simply couldn't let it happen . . . not with him . . . perhaps she could go out and find another boy tomorrow . . . but not Davy . . . no, she couldn't let such a forbidden desire take control of her now!
Somehow, she vowed, I've got to bring myself to let go of him! I've got to get out of here . . . now.
On unsteady legs, Avis stood up from the bed and began to back away, forcing her eyes to focus on his face instead of on the emerging bulge beneath the sheet. And the, miraculously, she managed a feeble smile.
"I'm glad you're feeling better now, Davy," she said soothingly. "And don't worry - I really meant what I said. Our little secret. Everything will be alright, believe me . . . just don't worry about it anymore . . . ok?"
"A-Avis . . . you're not . . . m-mad at me ... are y-you? You don't . . .
h-hate me, Avis, do you? We're still friends?"
His eyes were glistening still with his fearful tears and Avis felt her knees beginning to melt beneath her. God, he was such a darling, innocent youngster - his every move and gesture was sending an overwhelming wave of desire throughout her entire being! Safely now, from the doorway, leaning for support against the frame, the sumptious blonde glanced covetously at the swollen protrusion beneath the white sheet, even as she heard herself responding to his question.
"Of course we're friends, Davy. I told you: I wouldn't hurt you for anything in the world. I was just . . . well, surprised, that's all. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, honestly I am. Now let's just forget about the whole thing, forget it ever happened. Just . . .just get rid of those horrid pictures before your dad gets home, won't you?"
"Sure . . . sure, Avis," the boy choked out thankfully. "And . . . well . . . thanks. And . . . well ... I think you're great, really!"
Avis stepped forward and lifted his downcast face with her hand beneath his chin, staring at him for a long moment before bending down to kiss him flush on the lips. "You're, welcome, Davy. And I like you a lot, too! We're going to be good friends from now on, aren't we?"
Davy didn't try to reason with the confused and swirling excitement that charged through his half-naked body at the brushing, warm moisture left on his own lips by her soft ones. It was a delicious sensation, one he had never felt before, not even when he had french kissed little Cathy March, and he wanted to savor and enjoy the sensational feeling.
"Avis?"
"Yes?" she answered, once more in the doorway of his bedroom.
A long paused followed, as if the boy was trying to regroup his madly whirling thoughts and emotions. His head leaned down once more against his chest and he could feel his hands and knees trembling violently. He wanted to tell her . . . so much ... so many things ... but the thoughts just wouldn't form in his mind ...
"Nothing."
The sensuous blonde smiled understanding ly. "See you at suppertime," she said, closing the door behind her.
* * *
Chapter Two
Avis stood by the kitchen counter absently chopping up vegetables for the salad, her hand every so often reaching over to the ashtray for her cigarette or beyond it to the martini she had made for herself. God, if ever she needed a drink to get through the approaching evening, this was the time! She knew she had been on the verge of something quite dangerous up there in Davy's room this afternoon, attacked by those same tingling sensations in her belly that had plagued her for over ten years now, ever since that fateful afternoon in the dormitory of the school when she had first seen delectably naked teenage flesh as that little adolescent had stroked fiercely at his upthrusting shaft of rock-hard flesh . . .
And it was about to happen all over again!
The sumptuous blonde had thought of racing back to her hotel, of calling Henry and telling him that she simply couldn't accept his kind invitation to stay at his house. And if he asked why, she would just come up with some excuse . . . surely she could think of some believable reason! But she gave up that idea quickly, realizing that Henry was bound to suspect something, even if she made up the most fabulous lie she could think of. Besides, he was counting on her. Who else could stay with young Davy, after all?
No, she would have to stick it out and see it through. Somehow, she would have to manage to control her primeval instincts of lust-abandoned lechery, keep her hands to herself and her mind focused on her future there in Arcadia at the Hastings School for Boys. She simply couldn't let herself become carried away by passions.
Still, Avis knew that staying there could spell disaster in no uncertain terms. But what was she going to do? Oh, if only Davy weren't so damned sensuous in his youthful, innocent way! She had tried so hard for the past five years to restrain her passionate nature with teenage boys, mostly for Roger's sake but also for her own. And now, now it was beginning all over again and she didn't seem to be able to stop herself! Nothing, she realized sadly, had really changed with her over the past ten years. She had, perhaps, been able to stifle her lust successfully for the most part, but the nerve-tickling, rampaging desires were still churning there in her belly!
Suddenly, the voluptuous blonde cocked her head. A sound? No, it was the lack of sound! Taking one last drag of her cigarette before stubbing it out, Avis picked up her martini glass and walked on shaking knees into the living room where she put another record on the stereo. And then, as long as she was there, to save herself another trip from the kitchen she told herself, she mixed another martini and then took it back with her.
Maybe, maybe, she mused, she might have been a normal woman with normal sexual desires if it hadn't been for that one fateful night with her twenty one year old Uncle Tom. Of course, he hadn't been viscious or brutal. And, oddly enough, she didn't even hate him now. she felt instead only a kind of dull, thudding pity for a man who obivously had enjoyed little success with the opposite sex. She only wondered why he had had to take out his frustrations on her, on his own fifteen year old neice!
That night, she had been with Don Clapton, the rugged high school football star who was two years her senior. She loved him; or, at least, she had thought she loved him at the time. He said sweet things to her, ran his fingers through her long blonde hair, held her close to him and talked of the times when they would be old enough to get married and go away together, to faraway, exotic and exciting places which they could discover together.
His shoulders were broad and his chest rippling with muscles, his tender hazel eyes alive with an exuberant excitement that seemed to infect her also. Don was all she ever dreamed of in a boy, and more. And he was a gentleman. He had never forced her to do anything she didn't want to do and would stop at her first murmur of objection.
Still, over the many months that they had dated, Don had succeeded in talking her into doing a great many things she would never have dreamed of doing with any other boy. So that night, on the couch of her darkened living room, knowing that her parents were away and that Uncle Tom was undoubtedly asleep, she didn't resist when he had kissed her and when she had felt the warm presence of his exploring hand creeping along her naked thigh under her skirt. Oh, it felt so good, it really did, as it moved ever upward . . . upward . . . sliding tremors along . . . until at last his groping fingers reached her panties! His other arm was tightly around her, drawing her warmth close to him, his other hand reaching down to caress the full sumptuous mound of her breast while his mouth remained glued to her moistly receptive one!
She recalled, as she took another long gulp of her martini, those first exciting, erotic sensations that had raced through her tingling white belly and into the depths of her groin! God, how much she had wanted Don that night! More strongly than she had ever desired him before! She didn't remember exactly what had happened, only the wickedly titillating sensa-tions that had captured her innocent young body just at the touch of his eager hand against the crotchband of her lust-moistened panties!
She remembered melting down on the couch until Don was lying half on top and half astride her defenseless and highly aroused young body. And she recalled raising her skirt in the darkness to wriggle out of her panties while Don dropped to his knees at the foot of her bent, slightly spread legs to unbuckle and push down his pants. That moment had been charged with the electric excitement of an unknown antici-pation that Avis had never known since and even now, as she thought about it, a choking lump came into her throat ... his naked flesh against her own . . . not knowing exactly what was going to happen but eagerly and anxiously waiting for that magic moment when she would at last become a real woman!
And then Don was kissing her, passionately and fervently . . . lying on top of her with his hardened seventeen year old cock probing like a hungry tiger between her legs while his hof mouth engulfed her own in a hungry, sucking passion! Oh God, it could have been so glorious! There they were, nearly naked together, his hand guiding his rigidly throbbing penis into her virginal young cunt with a solicitous, gentle tenderness, that slender hard shaft of potential pleasure pulsing madly ... it was just about to happen! That marvelously thrilling moment that she had often wondered about, frequently dreamed about, was now about to unfold and become part of her . . .
"What in the hell ..." Uncle Tom's beer-slurred voice had suddenly interrupted their lust-haze of desire. "What do you two think you're doing - and in your parents own house, Avis Belmont! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!"
Had she answered him? She couldn't recall. After that moment, the world seemed to spin round out of focus and the sky came crashing down upon the frightened young girl like a ton of falling bricks. That must have been just the way Davy felt this afternoon when she had unwittingly discovered him in his lurid act of masturbation . . . yes, the same ugly shame, the same debased mortification ... the same feel-ing of utter and complete despair, with no where to turn and now where to go . . .
"Jesus, you're acting like a fucking whore, Avis!" Uncle Tom had bellowed as he loped forward, his fist wrapped tightly around a half-empty bottle of beer. "Is this the way you behave when your parents are home?"
And then, he had turned his attention to Don. "And you, you sonofabitch, get your ass out of here! Move it! I mean it, kid! You'd better move your ass before I call the cops and they grab it!"
Don hadn't hesitated. He had gathered his trousers and fled towards the doorway, pausing to take one last lingering look at the girl he loved. She was in for it, he knew, but his staying would only make matters worse. He could never take on that husky twenty one year old and come out alive, he knew. And by the look on Avis' face, he knew she understood ... at least, she was trying to understand, trying to struggle against her paralyzing fear!
"Christ, I never thought I'd find you . . . like this!" Uncle Tom had screamed loud enough to be heard several blocks away. Avis wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and never come out! But she was not going to get off that easy. She could see the fires of anger burning like a furnace in her uncle's eyes. "Look at you, for Christ's sake! Look at you, half naked with your legs spread-eagled like a damned whore! Well, if that's what you want, little girl, that's what you're going to get!"
The fifteen year old Avis Belmont shivered and trembled in fear. She knew what his words meant, but she still thought that there must be some way to get out of this terrifying situation with her virginity intact. Somehow, if only she could think of a way ... if only she could think of the right thing to say, something to calm him down . . .
And yet, at the same time, something was happening inside her belly that she couldn't understand, even today. Was it fear? Or was it simply the same tingling, pleasurable sensations left in her lust-anxious cunt by Don's warm kisses and tender hands, his hardened young penis throbbing eagerly at the entrance to her virginal sanctuary?
The next thing she knew, her husky young uncle had torn off his pants and was stumbling towards her prone, frozen figure on the couch. No, he couldn't ... he wouldn't . . . not really ... he was just going to scare her, that was all . . .
"This is going to be better than anything that boy-cock could have given you, sweetie," he hissed as he put down his beer bottle and i climbed in between her half-spread thighs, pressing them further open with his eager hands and moving up over her until she felt as if she had been opened up down there for the whole world to see! A cool rush of air swept over her nakedly exposed genitals with a cold, fore-boding that caused the frightened young girl to shiver from head to toe.
"God, what a gorgeous little pussy! And never been touched by a good-sized man-cock, I'll bet!" he sniggered, staring down with lust-glazed eyes at the delicate, moist coral-hued flesh nestled beneath his niece's fluff of blonde pubic fleece.
"Oh my God . . . please . . . Uncle Tom, no! Please . . . don't . . . don't do this to me . . .
"You were pretty hot for cock just a few minutes ago, kid," he whispered hoarsely. Avis could smell the beer on his breath as he continued: "I'm gonna fuck this little cunt like it's never been fucked before! Yeah! But I'll be as easy as I can on you, kid, if you'll just relax and not fight me." She heard him laugh snortingly as his eyes still feasted on her gaping pink pussy beneath him. "Just keep those legs wide . . . wide, I tell you . . . and relax . . . this can be fun for you, too, once you get used to it . . . just relax and give me a little cunt when I tell you to, you get it?"
"Oh ... oh my God, please . . . Uncle Tom ... I ... "
"I said, did you get what I said?"
"Oh ..."
He squeezed one hand against the softness of her thigh then. "Well?"
"Y-yes . . . y-yes ... I understand . . . only ..."
"Only nothing!" he laughed obscenely. And then, suddenly, his voice softened. "I've watched you grow up, you know . . . into a woman . . . you are a woman now, you know ... the most desirable woman I've ever known! God! You don't know what it's been like this last week I've been here . . . watching you run around the house in the skimpy little bikini bathing suit . . . with your tits bouncing all over the place . . . and your sexy little ass wagging around ... I've watched you and wanted you until my balls ached and I had to jerk off!"
And then, as if catching himself in a confession he had not intended to make, he hastily added, "Mind you, I can get a woman any time I want. It's just that . . . well, you're the woman I want, do you hear? You and your luscious little cunt . . . Shit! I've got to fuck you, Avis baby! I can't stand it anymore! I've got to get my cock into you before it explodes!"
Everything that she had ever held sacred was suddenly washed away. Suddenly, the whole world became like a surrealistic mirage, images floating on top of one another, weaving in and out of the landscape of her mind. She realized through her confused daze that he had her hand and was pushing it firmly down between them to where his stiffening cock brushed against her creamy smooth thighs and buttocks like a menacing, threatening and distructive weapon!
"God ... oh please, don't ..." she choked, but to no avail.
"Grab onto it, you little slut," he hissed, the smell of his beer-breath bathing her flushed face. "Go on, I said. Take hold of my cock!"
Gulping down her fear and panic, fifteen year old Avis Belmont had been too afraid to refuse to obey her drunken uncle. And yet, at the same time, threatening to overshadow her fear was a strange and tingling sensation that began to permeate her being as soon as her fingers had clasped around that lust-throbbing stalk of manflesh, even though they wouldn't reach all the way around its swollen girth!
"My God! Uncle Tom!" she gasped out in sincere astonishment. It was so . . . enormous! It was far larger than Don's cock, far more enlarged than she had ever dreamed a cock could become! It was . . . too big! There was no way that mammoth thing would fit into her tiny, virginal vagina!
Her twenty-one year old uncle merely sniggered in response to her apprehensive gasp. And then, suddenly, he was moving his hips back and forth, causing the heavy layer of outer skin to slide up and down the thick pole of rigidly pulsing flesh, the lewd sensation fascinating the half-frightened young girl even as she trembled in fear of its impending invasion.
"Now . . . stick it in your cunt, Avis baby!" he hissed down at her prone figure. "Put it in, damn you!"
"Oh . . . please . . . Uncle Tom . . . please . . . don't ... I can't, it's too big . . . you'll rip me to pieces . . . please, no ... oh God! You can't do this to me!"
"Oh can't I?" he snarled, jerking his madly pulsing cock from her small fingers to wield it into position as she cringed and shivered beneath him. And then she felt it, felt the probing, blunt head of the lust-bloated rod nudging against the lips of her pink pussy, separating the silken pubic hairs as it gradually insinuated itself into the elastic opening in between, her breath a wadded knot in her throat as she felt that bulbous tip prodding demanding-ly against her tiny virginal pussy.
"Oh please . . . listen to me . . . you can't Uncle Tom . . . please . . . Unc ... no! Oh my God, stop it before you kill me!"
"Christ ... I can't stop . . . not now . . . it's almost . . . don't move . . . relax . . . don't fight me, baby, don't fight me! It won't hurt . . . not much . . . I've got to fuck you, Avis! I've just got to!"
Avis couldn't recall having felt any pain, not even when his bulbous cock-head had first plundered her cunt, not even when his long thickness had slithered through her tiny ovalled vaginal mouth and into the moist soft recesses of her womanly womb. She remembered opening her mouth in a soundless scream, but it wasn't a scream of pain but instead a scream of horror that her virginity was being sacrificed to this drunken, pathetic figure of a young man. If only it had been Don, tender, gentle, loving Don.
But instead it was her own young Uncle Tom, sending his stiffened lance into her tightly clasping little cunt. The sensation she had felt, she recalled now, was one of a tremendous, belly-nudging pressure sliding relentlessly up between her wide-spread legs. His beer-smelling mouth had closed hotly over hers, effectively stifling any sound she might have tried to make, while his hips pressed his thickly throbbing man-cock into her, ever farther back towards the deepest recesses of her precious pink cunt. And then, after the initial penetration, he began to move his swollen, heated length of solid cock-flesh in and out of her mercilessly stretched vagina, his hips and buttocks working feverishly as she clutched at his strong, muscle-bound arms, his previous assurances of gentleness quickly forgotten in the torment of his mounting lust.
Remembering that mind-wrenching, har-rowing night now as she once more drained her martini glass, Avis realized that it was sometime during that horrifying experience that she must have subconsciously developed her loathing of the adult male flesh. It was a strange kind of loathing, though, one mingled with fear and pain that was much more mental than physical. And over the years that loathing seemed to grow ever stronger, rather than diminishing as years separated her from that startling, dark night in her own adolescnece. Destroyed by her own uncle were the intimate and sensuous tinges that Don had inspired earlier that evening . . . des-troyed, even, were the twinges of sexual excitement that would be aroused later by Henry Watson . . . and in their place raged a tormenting, relentless desire for naked little teenage boys . . .
In the dim haze of her traumatic memory, Avis Cramer recalled little of what followed that initial invasion of her tender and virginal vagina. Vaguely, she seemed to recall a peculiar pleasure-pain, a strange elation-fear that made no more sense to her now than it had then ... it was like a dark cloud hovering in the back of her mind all of these years that seemed to be an ever-threatening storm cloud, one that would completely inundate her very soul if it ever burst loose . . .
She did recall clearly that after some time of ceaselessly pumping his enormously swollen cock in and out of her soft-walled cunt, he had cried out in near agony, "All right, Avis . . . now . . . give me cunt . . . give it to me, baby! Come on . . . don't hold out on old Uncle Tom . . . give it to me! Give me cunt, baby! Give me all you've got!"
Those words seemed to snap something inside of the blonde teenage girl. Because then, as he increased his pace and the length of his stroke into her, she had sensed her whole body responding in twisted rapture and she found herself uncontrollably writhing and squirming beneath him. He had clamped his mouth down again tightly over hers and much to her own surprise, she had thrust her tongue upward between his lips to be sucked as moans of bewildering sensations struggled to emerge from her throat. Unconsciously, she began to raise her loins up to meet his every plunging thrust in rhythm with his lewdly exciting fucking motions, knowing that her desire-aroused face was grimacing wantonly in her newly discovered passion.
To this day, Avis couldn't understand what had driven her to such an outlandish and obscene performance that night. She only knew that in time, her hatred of him and her fear of men in general had dissipated. During the intervening years, she had convinced herself that she was not really responsible for her actions and reactions that night, that it had just been a result of her own innocence and inexperience. And afterwards, she had often found herself thinking about younger boys with smaller, less demanding cocks that she could kiss and fondle and love before placing them gently inside her vagina to tenderly prod her there . . . and that was how it all began, she guessed, with her own errant imagination . . .
God! How she needed another drink if she was going to get through this evening with Henry and Davy!
Davy Watson had spent all of the remainder of the afternoon in his room, trying without much success to concentrate on his homework. One thing was for sure, he vowed. The next time he felt like jerking himself off, he would sure as hell remember to lock the damned door! And he wasn't going to give those pictures back to Bruce Noble, either. He'd just hide them away somewhere in a very safe place so that nobody could find them.
It was nearly six o'clock as he emerged from his room and moved along the hallway silently towards the kitchen where he could hear Avis preparing the evening meal. God, she was a sensational person! Not only was she kind and thoughtful and compassionately understanding, but she was gorgeous and fun to boot! God, even her devilish little laugh could turn him on! And her tits! Christ, he had never seen such big ones, so nice and round and full, not even in the pictures he had now safely tucked beneath his mattress! Yeah, and those very boobs had been flattened against his chest only a few hours before! What a feeling!
He wondered, triumphantly, what old Bruce would think when he'd heard about what happened this afternoon. Sure, it would be humiliating to admit he had been discovered masturbating, but then when she had held him tight and breathed so warm and moist against his face with her big tits against his chest and his own cock thumping away like crazy right there against the softness of her thigh! And old Bruce thought he was such a cock-sure big-shot because he could get dumb little Amy Billington any time he wanted her!
Amy Billington wasn't anything compared to gorgeous Avis Cramer! Wait till old Bruce got a look at her; wait till he found out they were going to be alone together in the house for weeks! That would sure make his old cock stand up to attention! Now maybe he wouldn't tease Davy about being such a kid . . . just because Bruce was sixteen years old didn't mean he knew everything!
And there she was in the kitchen! Davy could see her when he was only half-way down the hall, standing at the kitchen counter with her back to him. God, even her ass was something else! But God, he hoped she would keep her word and not say anything to Dad about catching him this afternoon. She said she wouldn't, and he trusted her . . . only . . . well, he would have preferred to be sure, absolutely sure that she wouldn't say anything. Dad would certainly blow his top, no doubt about that. He'd never take it the way Avis had. Of course, he shouldn't have been doing it in the first place, at least not unless the door was locked. He didn't really believe what everyone said about too much of that sort of thing driving a guy crazy or giving him terrible warts . . . besides, he didn't do it that often, only two or three times a week.
Damn! He wished now he had kept his self-made, secret promise and had stopped doing it altogether. But he couldn't seem to help himself, no matter how many times he told himself he was going to quit that kid's stuff and find himself a real woman to fuck.
"Hi, Avis . . . anything I can do?" he asked with somewhat strained cheerfulness as he walked into the kitchen.
"No, I don't think so, Davy," she answered, putting the martini glass down from her lips. She was smiling at him, her enormous blue eyes filled with tiny sparkling lights that seemed to grow brighter as he walked closer to her. God, she was beautiful. And not just her flawless face. Her whole body was sensational, her legs shaped the way artists sculpted them, her breasts jutting proudly forward against the soft material of her low-cut dress. It was no wonder his Dad wanted to marry her! Davy couldn't understand why he hadn't married her years ago, when they were in college together like his Dad had explained to him. Maybe she wasn't as gorgeous then or something.
God, he only wished that he was old enough to marry her himself!
"Why don't you go and watch TV until your father gets home?" Avis suggested, swallowing tightly. Oh God, it was going to be a ! mistake to stay here with this delectably handsome young boy ... all alone for five days a week until Henry would return . . . but she couldn't help herself! Perhaps she could pull herself together. Henry wasn't sure to leave until ; Monday and that was nearly a week away. Perhaps by then she could regain the composure she had lost some time during that afternoon!
Davy just stared at the sensuous blonde.
Man, he didn't want to watch TV!! He'd much rather just stand there and watch her!
"Ok," he finally murmured, walking with his hands tucked into his pockets towards the living room.
"Listen, Avis, I'm really sorry," Henry Watson said, sipping his own martini. "I know you weren't expecting me to leave until next week and that this is rather sudden. But apparently the fellow who was supposed to prepare the material for this conference has another prior committment. So I'll just have to go down to Washington and do it myself. I know it's an imposition . . . but look at it this way: you won't have to stay in that cold old hotel room for another night. Not one more night."
"Oh Henry, don't be silly," Avis had protested cheerfully. "I don't mind at all. Really I don't!" Avis was stretched comfortably on the couch now, her mini-skirt high upon her thighs and she noticed with considerable pleasure that both the Watson men's eyes played upon her stocking-clad flesh longingly. "It's no imposi-tion whatever. And you're right about that hotel room. It is a bit cold and lonely. I'm glad I'm going to be able to stay here with Davy."
Henry laughed, obviously pleased. "Good, very good. Davy and I both thank you in advance, don't we, son?"
"Yeah, we sure do!"
"Never mind that's nonsense. Well, Mr. Watson, you'd better get packed while I put the lamb chops on or you'll miss that flight tonight."
Henry took her hand as she stood and turned towards the kitchen. He stared into her eyes as if he was trying to penetrate through into her brain. "I mean that, Avis. Thanks, whether you like it or not. You're a beautiful person ... in more ways than one!"
"Do you want your chops with mint sauce or without?"
"Ok, have it your own way. Without. And don't worry, I'll be back first thing Saturday morning."
"Take your time, Henry, Davy and I will be alright, won't we, young man?"
"Yeah, we'll be fine, Dad! Don't worry about a thing! I'll take good care of Avis while you're away!"
Henry turned from the doorway of the living room to look with undisguised fondness back at his enthusiastic teenage son. "I think it's supposed to be the other way around, Davy.
Avis is going to take good care of you" In the kitchen, the sumptuous blonde smiled. Indeed, she would take very good care of young Davy Watson!
Chapter Three
Avis sat alone in the semi-darkened living room with a cigarette burning in one hand and a half-finished glass of cognac in the other, her mind absently focused on the soft, soothing music coming from the stereo. Henry had lieu for the airport about an hour before and Davy was supposedly doing his homework in his room. A tiny ripple of aroused excitement sent a chill along her spine as she thought about what the boy might be doing instead! Exciting memories from the masturbating scene she had interrupted that afternoon came back to her in a rush, causing her flawless cheeks it; flush ... his hard, slender young cock gripped tightly in his fist, his hips working erotically up and down in a steadily growing tempo . . . God, what a provocative sight that had been!
And then Avis Cramer shook her head as if to dislodge all the prurient thoughts racing through it. Damn it, she mustn't let herself get carried away, like she had before at Fenwick School. Even then, she found herself as helpless to resist her own mind-blinding passions. And she had almost been caught that one time when the young boy had threatened to tell his parents and the headmaster of the school unless Avis agreed to submit to an orgy of lust-driven passion ; with all of his classmates. Of course, she had to . . . she had even been so depraved as to enjoy that furiously passionate night with nearly two dozen naked young cocks surrounding her, two dozen pairs of hands exploring her naked flesh and sparking wildfires of blazing desire.
But, of course, it hadn't always been that way. When she had first met Henry years ago as a freshman in college, she admired his handsome good looks, his astute intelligence and his kind, attentive attitude towards her. Yes, she recalled now as she sipped her cognac, she had felt an almost uncontrollable desire for Henry Watson then and she knew that he loved her, too. But the scars left by Uncle Tom hadn't quite healed yet and the first time she saw Henry's enormously swollen penis, memories of that horrid, terrifying night with her young uncle came flooding back to her and she knew that she couldn't go through with it. She simply couldn't marry Henry Watson, at least not yet.
And then Henry had graduated. And Avis had met Roger Cramer, a short, thin, bespeckled law student only a year younger than Henry. Roger, too, had loved her. And his cock was smaller than Henry's so it didn't frighten her quite so much. By the time she and Roger were married, she was two years older and the frightening pain inflicted by her uncle had melted into the background. Or so she thought.
She had tried to stifle her imagination, tried to subdue the nagging visions of little boys and their small, slender cocks as she spent her honeymoon night with Roger Cramer . . . and in the weeks and months that followed she vowed never to think of naked adolescent bodies with their tender little spears of boy-cock. But then, the last semester in college while Roger was working as a clerk for the local federal judge, Avis had begun her student teaching assignment. And it was then that she had first craved beyond reason the seduction of teenage boys.
And then, later, after she and Roger had moved to California and she had secured a position as Counselor at Fenwich School for Boys, that fateful night when she saw that youth masturbating in his dormitory room drove all reason and caution out of her mind. And from then on, she quickly learned how to coax young boys into the privacy of her office . . . stretch them out on the couch . . . draw their slender young cocks from their trousers and then tease the little shafts of pleasure-packed flesh into vibrantly stiff erection . . . and then continue to tease erotically until the couldn't help but ejaculate all of their precious sweet nectar into her mouth . . .
Meanwhile, of course, her marriage to Roger Cramer began to disintegrate almost as soon as it had begun. Avis found that she came to loathe the sight of his naked adult body, small though it was, and within a year of moving to California, Roger had agreed to leave her alone. But he wouldn't hear of a divorce. After all, he explained, he was just beginning his career and a divorce at that stage could have ruined it. He was content to continue the marriage in public if not in private, leaving them both free to follow their own particular sexual preferences without interference from the other. And Avis was content, too. She lived in a fine house, drove a beautiful blue sports car, and enjoyed all of the fruits of Roger's considerable success without having to do much in return except appear with him at important social functions and manage the affairs of his house.
And then, one day he had come home and announced that he did, after all, want a divorce. He wanted to marry his secretary, with whom he had been having an affair for several years.
And Avis was ready for a change, herself, she knew. After the close call at Fenwick, she had taken another job at another boys' school and had managed, for the most part, to restrain her wildly fermenting passions. But she knew that she was perilously close to losing every ounce of her self-control ... so perhaps it would be better, she had reasoned, to go away and start all over again somewhere else.
And so she had come to Arcadia . . . and to Henry Watson's house. God, she had to control herself now or what would become of her? Here she was, faced with the identical crisis she had endured numerous times in the past - too numerous to count! Only this time her victim was the son of the nicest, kindest, most noble and wonderful man she had ever know. She was a fool to have given him up sixteen years ago, and she would be an even bigger fool now if she allowed herself to wantonly seduce his son.
Ah, but the boy was so handsome, such an innocent young darling, the sensuous blonde murmured to herself as she finished the last of her cognac and stubbed out the cigarette! In her liquor-steeped mind, nothing else seemed to matter except Davy Watson . . . only that she possess him . . . fondle and kiss him while she held his solid, youthful, vibrantly tingling cock in her clasping hand . . . and then finally, to kiss it and suck it and milk it of all its bettersweet nectar . . . drink down all of that seething hot sperm all the way down to her hungrily churning belly . . . God help me, she screamed silently to herself! Another drink . . . I'll take another drink . . . oooooohhhhh . . .
Henry Watson sat on the edge of the bed in | his Holiday Inn motel room, one had wrapped | around a glass of bourbon, the other on his throbbing penis and his mind on Avis Cramer.
His eyes were fixed on the telephone beside the bed. Damn it, he wanted to call so badly. But what would he say? He could still hardly comprehend that sensuous Avis Cramer was at this very moment in his own little home in upstate New York, there with his darling handsome son. Damn, if only this nonsense in Washington hadn't come up so soon, he could be there with her right now, spend numerous happy hours with her, watching the lovely swaying movement of her voluptuous body as she walked, listening to the sweet music of her voice.
He still couldn't believe the sight of Avis there in his own Arcadia living room, sitting across from him, sipping on her glass of cognac as he had left that evening. God, how lucky could a man get in one lifetime. His wife, Ellen, had been a sensational girl and a fine mother. And, Henry felt, she would have liked Avis very much if they had ever met. And now, he was getting to know Avis all over again. She was, in many ways, the same sweet girl he had known in college . . . and yet, she was different now, too. More mature, more sure of herself . . . and infinitely more desirable!
He had thought of nothing but Avis all the way down to Washington on the plane. Even while his eyes followed the curvaceous steward-ess down the aisle, his mind made unconscious comparisons between that mini-skirted girl and delectable Avis Cramer. Sure, that stewardess had a damned fine body . . . nice shapely legs . . . lovely swaying, full, womanly hips . . . breasts that jutted proudly forward against her sheer white blouse . . . but Avis was just as sexy, if not more so!
God, she was a lovely woman, wasn't she? Hardly changed in physical attributes since those college days ... if anything, her figure seemed more ripely mature and desirable! Why hadn't he married her then? Of course . . . she hadn't wanted him. Yes, she had wanted him . . . but something was frightening her, something deep within her was forbidding her from doing what in her heart she had wanted to do. And then, he had married Ellen instead . . . and he had been more than happy with that vivacious, stunning creature, while Avis had married Roger and had apparently not been very happy at all.
Well, he, Henry Watson, could make her happy! And damned if he wasn't going to try! He knew that he could have enticed that stewardess to have a drink with him . . . and perhaps even come back up here to his hotel room. But visions of Avis Cramer, with her softly flowing blonde hair and her sensuously swaying hips, filled his mind and overshadowed thoughts of any other woman. Had the airline stewardess made such a flagrant pass for him at some other time or in some other place ... but now his mind was full of voluptuous Avis Cramer at home in Arcadia with his fourteen year old son.
Henry leaned back and gazed out of the window at the jewel-like lights of the city. Yes, he would ask Avis to marry him, again. And this time he wouldn't take no for an answer!
Davy heard Avis walking down the hallway towards her room and was disappointed that she hadn't stopped to say goodnight to him. Avis Cramer was sure something else, alright. It was no wonder his dad had liked her when they were in college. She must have been a real knockout then - not that she was any slouch now! She was without question the most beautiful woman he had ever known, especially when that mischievous little sparkle came into her eyes. God, when she had reached across the table at supper time to lay her hand on top of his after he had told that joke, her mouth and eyes laughing blindly, he had felt a chilling shiver race up and down his spine!
His cock was growing hard now in the shower just thinking about her! At the rate he was going, he would have to jerk off again tonight! Only this time he would lock the door!
Finally, the fourteen year old stepped from the shower and wrapped a towel around his mid-dle, tucking in the edge to secure it. Then, stand-ing before the mirror, wondering whether Avis thought him a handsome boy, he ran a comb through his unruly dark hair, then flicked out the light and stepped into the bedroom.
And then suddenly, his bedroom door opened. And there she was!
Holy crap! The boy froze just beside the bathroom door, automatically checking the towel covering his groin, his heart pounding furiously in his naked chest. The sight of her standing there, looking so piercingly at him, froze every muscle in his half-naked body!
It wasn't until she was completely inside the room that the full impact of what she was wearing struck the astounded youngster. Jesus! He could see right through her nightgown . . . see her voluptuously full tits with their hard little nipples and all! The boy couldn't help but gasp aloud, his young eyes feasting on her wanton semi-nakedness, moving down over her hazy curvaceous loveliness that was so clearly displayed through the revealing folds of her diaphanous gown! Christ! He could even see the golden triangle of her pussy! God, real cunt hair, blonde and silky, right there before his very eyes!
God! Davy blinked his eyes. Either he was dreaming or flipping out entirely! Whichever, his cock had leaped into rigid erection that was punching the towel out in front of him and she was sure to notice!
"I-I came to say g-good-night," Avis said huskily, gliding slowly across the room, her smile dazzling, her eyes grazing hungrily over him, at last locking on the thickly bulging protrusion thrusting the towel out lewdly from his covered loins. "D-don't be frightened, Davy . . . I'm not going to hurt you . . . we're friends, remember? . . . with a special secret all our own . . .just relax, Davy . . . everything's going to be ok ... "
Davy was anything but relaxed! He stood like a stone statue, a choking gasp catching in his throat in response to her words. Crap ... he had to be dreaming . . . her practically naked tits seemed to dance and jiggle lewdly before him as her breath began to come in rasping pants . . . she was closing in on him . . . coming closer and closer . . . those magnificant tits swaying and dancing ... oh God!
My God, he's a beautiful young boy! Avis murmured to herself. Her mind seemed to swirl madly from the combination of the powerful liquor and the overwhelming desire she could no longer conceal. Just his half-naked nearness was sending wild, galvanic charges of prurient passion through her own nearly naked body. Oh God help her ... it was insane, crazy, mad! But she had to touch his smooth, youthfully soft skin! She had to touch him, hold him close to her own desire-inflamed breasts, feel the smoothness of his youthfully firm flesh against her hand and then in her mouth!
"Davy . . . you know . . . you're a very handsome young man," she half-whispered, her small hands reaching out to gently close around the young developing muscles of his arms, her excitement spiraling wildly when she realized [ that his onyx eyes were fixed, entranced, upon the sensuous swells of her breasts. "Very handsome, indeed. So handsome . . . that . . . I can't resist you, Davy ... I can't . . . I've tried, but I just can't ..."
"Holy ... oh my God," was all that young Davy Watson could manage to stammer as he jerked his eyes up level with hers to see once more those scintillating sparks dancing there. A powerful, electric-like shock jolted through his half-nakedness at the first contact of her soft, warm hands closing around the tensed muscles of his arms. Jesus Christ! What was she trying to do to him? Didn't she realize what the very nearness of her was doing to his painfully aching cock? Ohhh . . . and now her gorgeous tits were practically touching him! He couldn't stand too much of this! He didn't know what he would or could do, but he did know that this was a torture that would certain crack his willpower - and sooner than later!
God, he was so handsome, so precious and so desirable! Oooohhh! The little darling!
Avis felt her moist pink tongue slipping out to moisten her suddenly dry lips nervously. She felt like a devouring flame of passion had heated her body through and through and her mind swirled madly as she let one hand smooth down along his arm to his fearfully trembling hand, ! gently raising it and guiding it while her eyes were still locked with his to press invitingly against her vibrant, naked breast beneath the plunging neckline of her gown.
"Davy ... I'm going to be your teacher tonight . . . I'm going to teach you how to have beautiful times with a woman . . . I'm going to love you, Davy Watson . . . would you like that?" the voluptuous blonde hissed, moving her lips nearer to his flushed face until she could smell the clean aroma of soap from his naked flesh. "Would you?"
Davy could believe neither his eyes nor his ears. There she was, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, holding his hand against her warm, naked tit, the needle-hard nipple seemed to scorch a hole in his palm! Holy shit . . . what was he supposed to do now? God! Her actual bare tit right there in his hand, all warm and softly pliant yet at the same time firmly contoured! A choking moan caught in his throat as he tried to respond to her question.
"Well? Would you, Davy darling? Would you like me to make love with you?" Avis seductively whispered, taking her hand from his and suddenly drawing his half-nakedness close to her vibrantly aroused body, his wonderfully little hand still pressed against her bountiful breast. "You're not answereing . . . don't you like me, little lover? I thought we were friends ..."
"Y-yes ... I do ... I like you ..." he finally managed to choke out.
"And would you like me to love you?"
"G-God . . . yes . . . oh, yes, Avis ... I would ..."
Avis smiled at his response, a delighted chill rippling through her nearly naked young body. She drew him still closer to her, until her nearly naked thigh brushed against the towel-draped tip of his lust-swollen cock. She let her warm, moist lips brush against his flushed cheek while her eager hand moved as if with a life of its own downwards ever down towards that delectably tempting protrusion.
"Oh yes, my little lover . . . you do like me . . . and you want me as much as I want you . . . don't you? Oh yes," she choked huskily, "I know you do because your little cock isn't quite so little anymore!"
Davy Watson could only gasp, his tensed young body jerking as if struck by a high-powered electrical charge at the contact of her hand on top of his cock. He gasped again as he felt her thumb and forefinger tracing the outline of it gently, tenderly, warmly exploring its rigid outline. And then, abruptly, he thought it might explode right there, the sensation she was causing was so mind-blindingly intense!
"Uummmmmm . . . feels almost good enough to eat," the erotically aroused blonde whimpered salaciously as she explored its stiffened hardness through the terry-cloth material of the covering towel. And then her fingers slithered into the edge he had tucked in . . . and she tugged away at it, letting it fall to the floor between them while her hand returned , to completely encircle the throbbing shaft of slender hot flesh.
'Arugh!" she heard him choke once more, his breath warm and sweet against her passion-flushed face as she began to gently stroke the outer layer of tender skin back and forth over its glans, the soft tickle of his sparse pubic hair deliciously brushing against her thumb and forefinger when she pressed against the softer flesh at its sensitive base.
God . . . this was as close to heaven as the sensuous blonde could ever hope to come! Holding this handsome boy's magnificent young cock in her hand while she ran the other over his smooth, now naked young body . . . kissing him and loving him . . . yes, she would make him happy if anybody could! The fires in her loins were building dangerously, threatening to devour her entire body in a wildfire of irrepressible passion!
"Ummmmmmmmm ... oh Davy . . . oh, my darling little lover!"
Chapter Four
Davy Watson's head whirled madly. It had to be a dream, a crazy, impossible dream ... it couldn't be real . . . and yet it was, very real indeed! Now she was drawing his nakedness along towards the bed and, as she lowered him down, she paused for a moment - and then she was naked, too! He watched with entranced eyes as she slid the diaphanous gown off of her shoulders and let it slide down to the floor to puddle at her feet!
God, she was even more gorgeous stark naked than he would have ever imagined! Her skin was like velvet, her sensational firm tits pointing right out at him seemed to be begging to be kissed and sucked! And her cunt! Christ! He could see the pink slit through the thin, silky hair that was as blonde as the hair streaming down over her shoulders! God, it just couldn't be real ... she was pressing down onto the bed now, drawing him close . . . pushing him down onto his back . . . raising up on her elbow admiring the youthful planes of his naked body!
The fourteen year old boy opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged. His mouth and throat felt as if they had been stuffed with cotton. He lay absolutely still and watched her lean over to press her warm, moist lips against his chest, running her tiny pink tongue over his little masculine nipples until he thought they were going to pop like popcorn! Oh God! What was she trying to do to him? His heart thumped crazily in his naked chest while she moaned and crooned, breathing heavily all the time, her softly pliant breasts flattened against his ribcage as her lust-hardened nipples sent shock waves of pleasure racing through him!
Then, she was on her knees, spreading his legs apart to move between them, her eyes locked on his virile young upthrusting pole of pleasure. "God, Davy . . . it's beautiful . . . wonderful . . . I'm going to love it like it's never been loved before!"
Indescribable fermentations of salacious delight fluttered through the sensuous blonde's belly and loins as her feasting eyes devoured the thickened, stiffened rod of boy-cock and his lovely little balls beneath, so tight and round and smooth, their soft, vulnerable sac reminding her of all the sweet nectar that would soon be hers to enjoy.
God, she was going to lose her mind any minute now he was much more beautiful than any other teenage boy she had ever seen! Or was it just that he had become so special to her? Or Perhaps it was simply because it had been so long, so very long . . . except for that one slip up . . . such a long time!
Tier lips trembling with the violence of her arousal, she looked down at his flushed face and whispered hoarsely, "It's going to be alright, my little lover . . . relax . . . this is going to feel so good ... for both of us . . . you're going to be so happy and so am I!" Hungrily, she ran her soft warm hand exploringly over his naked young body, feeling the developing muscles as she investigated all of the secret hollows and crevices of him. And then, she lowered her head so that her warm moist lips brushed against his dry ones, pressing her silken-covered pubic mound tight against his hip with a provocative, undulating motion. "Yes, my little lover . . . you are going to feel sensations more exciting than any you have ever imagined . . . I'm going to drive you wild with passion!"
Davy Watson could hardly breathe. He was already more excited than he ever imagined he could be!
"... and we'll be lovers, you and I," she was whispering huskily, "very special lovers, and it will be our special secret, just like the one we already share . . . ok? Secret lovers . . . just you and me . . . can you keep our secret, my little darling?"
"S-sure . . . I-I g-guess so ... "
"Ummmmm . . . yes, that's just what I thought you'd say," the voluptuous blonde murmured against his cheek as she ran her small fingers through his heavy shock of unruly hair as it spilled across his forehead. Then, she began to move higher up in the bed, and suddenly her thrusting, hard-nippled breasts were poised just over his mouth. Her hand reached down to gently caress his cheek while her other hand cupped and held forth invitingly one palpatating breast with its marble-hard pink nipple, lowering it ever closer towards his face. He choked back a gasp of scintillating pleasure. Was she really going to let him . . . kiss and suck her tit? Oh God!
"Yes, Davy ..." she whispered hotly against his face. "I want you to suck my breast . . . don't be afraid ... I want you to do it . . . yes, I want you to kiss and suck, kiss and suck ... go ahead . . . that's it . . . oooohhhh feels good . . . ummmmmmm!" she hissed excitedly, wild and frenzied shocks of pleasure running through her belly and loins as his delicate young lips parted and then closed around her hot-blooded breast.
"Ummmmmmmmm . . . yes . . . that's it, my little lover . . . suck it and lick it with your tongue . . . uuummm . . . y-yes . . . ooooohhh like that . . . ooooooooooohhhhhhh," Avis Cramer gasped, smoothing her own soft palm down his naked chest to tenderly caress his hardened young cock and cum-filling balls. Eagerly, she began to stroke that pleasure packed rod of rock-hard teenage flesh, listening to the boy gasp and moan beneath her.
"You like that . . . don't you, darling?" the sensuous blonde whispered lustfully, her liquor-hazed eyes gleaming salaciously as she watched his moist lips tighten and then relax their sucking action while his tongue stabbed and taunted her vibrantly erect nipple. At the same time, his tender young cock throbbed avidly within her hand, sending wave after wave of hotly prurient excitement racing through her groin. She was almost out of her mind with raging lust. She couldn't stop now even if she wanted to, and she definitely didn't want to!
God, could this be real, he wondered? Was he really naked with her on his own bed, greedily sucking and licking at the soft fullness of her tit? God, old Bruce'd never believe it, not in a thousand years! How could he when Davy wasn't sure he believed it himself?
"Ooooohhh . . . Davy . . . and this is only the beginning, my beautiful little darling! I'm going to teach you so many beautiful, wonderful things to give you pleasure!"
She was moving then, letting go of his turgidly pulsing prick and gently drawing the warmth of her voluptuous breast from his mouth. What was she going to do now? Why did she want him to stop when she had been so obviously enjoying it all?
"Davy," she whispered huskily. "Would you like to see my cunt? He looked at the lewdly provocative smile playing across her lips as she rose to her knees beside him and a strange shiver of excited anticipation rippled through his naked teenage flesh. Her luscious tits were swaying and dancing back and forth and the youngster only wanted to take those scintillating mounds into his mouth once again. But her cunt! God, was she really going to show him her pretty pink pussy?
"Y-yes ... oh God, yes!" he finally managed to stammer, thrilling shocks of desire tingling along his stiffened cock.
"Ummmmmm ... I thought you would," she said, her blue eyes sparkling like tiny jewels. Slowly, provocatively, she began to spread her sumptious thighs apart, kneeling outwardly with both legs unti the silken triangle of her golden pubic hair with the smooth pink cuntal split separating it was completely exposed to his lust-widening eyes.
"My God!" Davy gasped at the erotically exciting spectacle there nestled between her wide-spread thighs. How tight and moist and pink it looked, so much more seductive and alluring than the pictures he had tucked beneath his mattress. And Christ, she had actually said cunt! What a woman!
Suddenly, Avis bent down and kissed her teenage lover, then gently moved one leg over his nakedness until she was astride his middle. Ever smiling encouragement, she worked her nakedness backwards until her spread knees were against his hips and her pussy poised directly over his swollen young cock.
"I'm going to lower my cunt over your cock, Davy ... I'm going to show you what love-making is really all about, my little darling. Would you like that, lover?"
Davy found himself suddenly speechless as he lay there beneath her, his head raised to get a better view of the crazy wild picture she made above him, her beautifully desirable pussy right above the lust-thickened length of his boy-cock. He tried to speak twice but the words stuck in the back of his throat. Finally, he managed to mutter an answer.
"G-God . . . y-yes! Yes, Avis ... I would love it ... "
Once again, a maddening and furious excitement rushed through the naked blonde's body. Enjoying the fact that his eyes were locked onto her glistening pink cunt, she smoothed her hands down over her hips and inward through the satiny pubic hair to either side of her pouting vaginal lips, spreading them slowly and provocatively apart to reveal the gaping hole within.
"There, my precious darling . . . there is my cunt . . . and it's all yours, Davy, all yours! she whispered, holding the fleshy flanges wide open to his eagerly feasting young eyes.
Davy could see perfectly well, but he raised up on his elbows anyway, his mouth open wide and his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. He had no idea that it would be that moist and velvety looking. God ... a real cunt ... a real live cunt . . . and that buttonlike thing at the top must be her clitoris ... it looked like an oily pink marble . . . that, he had read, was the real secret of a woman's passion, all locked inside that tiny little bud of pleasure . . .
"Ummmmm . . . Davy . . . this is going to feel so good ... for both of us," she murmured. "Watch, my little lover . . . watch!" she concluded in a choking thick voice, feeling the boy lurch as she grasped his throbbing thickened shaft and insinuated it over the length of her spread-open pink slit. Then, with a husky groan, she pressed her moist cuntal flanges almost completely around it, holding it between them there with her fingers as she began to move her hips salaciously up and down in a lurid fucking motion!
"Oooohhh . . . Jeeeze . . . aaauugghhh," Davy grunted, thrusting his loins helplessly upwards taher downward motion while she held his prick inside the warm damp flesh of her palpatating pussy lips with her hands.
"You like that, don't you, Davy?" she hissed lustfully, feeling the swollen knob of his beautiful young upthrusting penis excitingly massaging the tiny erect sprout of her clitoris.
"Aaarrrggghhhh . . . ooooohhhhh," the youngster gasped in bewildered ecstasy, the sight of her luscious creamy breasts bouncing as she worked her pussy up and down only increasing his already vibrantly thrilling pleasure, and then . . . what was she doing now? God, he whispered softly so that she couldn't hear as he saw her lowering her cunt right down over his turgidly throbbing cock! There she was, lowering slowly down, until suddenly the astounded youth realized that the entire length of his prick had been swallowed up into her hungrily clasping cunt!
Damn it all! He was really fucking her now! God, Bruce'd never believe this!
Avis quivered from head to toe at the delicious sublime sensations ricocheting from her groin through her entire naked body. It was even more wonderful than the last little lover she had enjoyed! Yes, this was as close to heaven as she could ever hope to come, she told herself, as she began to undulate her creamy smooth buttocks in frantic little circles, feeling the lust-hardened shaft of his erectly thrusting penis enticingly massaging her cock-hungry vaginal walls.
Hungrily, the sensuous blonde leaned forward, pressing her fully rounded breasts down onto him and finding his mouth with her own to kiss him almost savagely while at the same time she raised and lowered her buttocks and hips fervently on his hardened young staff of rigid cock-flesh.
Davy grunted in un-mistakable warning. Almost frantically, Avis in jerked her loins up off of him, hearing the slap of his turgid prick as it snapped back against the nakedness of his flat belly. She heard, too, the boy's confused cry.
And then, before the boy realized what was happening, he saw the deliciously naked blonde sliding down his body and spread her legs apart wide to wedge between them until her lust-flushed face was poised right above his painfully aching cock.
"Ummmmmm . . . like I said before . . . looks good enough to eat," she murmured, smiling up at him lecherously. Still, the boy didn't understand why she had stopped when it felt so damned good for both of them! He watched her in wonderment as she took his glistening cock in her hand again, her soft touch immediately sending a chilling shiver racing through his nakedness. And as he stared, she started to stroke that stalk of flesh tenderly, lovingly, sliding the loose skin up and down while she raised to her knees and just hovered there above him, her face and warm moist lips barely an inch above his swollen cock-head!
Yes! of course! That's what she's going to do, he exclaimed to himself. But he could hardly believe that she really would even when he saw her head lowering towards the throbbing bulb atop his rigidly upthrusting cock. And then, a vibrantly tingling sensation whipped through him as her tongue flicked out, its pink tip boring into the damp slit at his cock's end! He whimpered uncontrollably, new and more powerful thrills racing from his groin up and down his spine. Then, she brought her warm mouth down to it while he watched wide-eyed, enclosing the full pulsating knob with the moist pressure of her hugging lips.
"Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh . . . "the boy moaned, thrusting his loins up responsively to shove his painfully aching prick into the soft-walled cavern of her mouth. My God, this woman was absolutely amazing! First she took his cock inside her delectable cunt . . . and now she was taking it into her mouth, taking it as though it were a rare delicacy to savor inside the warm, moist confines of her cock-starved mouth!
"Aaaaauuuugggghh . . . eeeeeeooo ..." he moaned again, raising his head higher to stare down in fascinated pleasure at her beautiful ovalled mouth omnivorously sucking on him. He'd seen pictures, of course, of girls doing this to guys . . . even saw a sex movie once where the girl sucked on a guy's cock . . . but to think that Avis, a lushly mature woman and his father's girlfriend as well, was doing this to him was just too much to comprehend! The sight of his own cock pushed right up between her tightly clasped, lust-moistened lips was just about to drive him crazy! God, what if he shot the stuff out into her mouth? But how could he stop himself at the rate she was going on him now?
He watched in wide-eyed pleasure as she sucked off his cock-head, then began to lick with her tiny pink tongue, brushing and laving it all over, from its base along its sensitive underside to its coronal ridge that protruded from his pulled-back foreskin. God, she was driving him absolutely wild the way she was washing and playing and caressing it with every lust-lapping stroke, going from the bulbous head back down to its base and below to the velvety smooth flesh of his hairless balls, licking that cum-filled sac with warm seeping strokes!
My God, what was she doing now? The avidly aroused blonde raised the boy's thighs, pressing them back to expose his tight little anus and she trailed her saliva-coated tongue along the coral-hued ridge between his wide-spread young buttocks, circling tauntingly the puckered little aperture and painting his sinewy inner buttocks and then, finally, stiffening her tongue in an effort to invade the crinkled sphincter of his rectum!
"Ummmmmmm . . . ooooohhhhhh ..." she moaned out around her exploring, pleasure licking tongue. Wildfire sensations churned feverishly in her loins at the forbidden nature of her wanton seduction of this innocent young fourteen year old boy. The delicious sweet piquancy of his virile young genitals was driving her closer and closer to orgasm without her even having to touch herself there! God, he was the most beautiful little lover she had ever enjoyed! There was no stopping her now. Nothing mattered in the whole world except to suck his sweet youthful sperm all the way into her throat and belly! That would be the ultimate joy and lift her to the ultimate climax - to drink that delicious nectar from his cum-churning balls!
Quickly, with an abandoned passion, the frantically excited blonde trailed her tongue back over his hairless young balls and along the solidly thickened shaft of his cock all the way to its throbbing head, slipping her lips down over it once more. Oh it was heaven, pure and unadulterated heaven! And they would be alone together for weeks and weeks while Henry was in Washington . . . weeks and weeks of glor-iously exciting love-making just between the two of them! Yes, she wanted him more desperately than she had ever wanted a boy before! She had to suck the sperm, every last ounce of it, from his magnificent white young cock or she would die!
Davy Watson barely thought of his father as the erotically exciting sensations whipped crazily through his lust-incited young naked-ness. He couldn't help banishing his father from his conscience as he lay helplessly arching his hips beneath Avis' cock-teasing tongue. He had to finish, had to shoot out all his fiery jism or he'd explode from the inside out!
Again, the luscious blonde was holding his cock with two fingers of one hand at its base while she sucked it feverishly, moving her deliciously devouring mouth up and down rhythmically and using a twisting motion of her tongue at the peak of each upstroke. The boy tensed his pelvis muscles, pushing his loins up forcefully against her face as she plunged her mouth down onto him. She moaned and began to suck even harder now, nipping every so often with her hard white teeth and making him gasp out from the agonized ecstasy of it. His cock was white beneath the scraping suck and rich, royal purple at its smooth, rubbery tip.
"Ooooooohhhhhh . . . uuunngghh ..." she moaned around his mouth-stuffing cock, unable to control the wildly frenzied passions swirling heatedly through her naked body. Suddenly, she was slipping both hands beneath his tensed young buttocks, lifting them while she plunged her warmly gluttonous mouth down onto it in a wildfire of frenzied desire. Holy shit! It was completely disappearing - every single hot-blooded inch of it! right up into her mouth! God, it was really going all the way back into the tightness of her throat, while her nose and lips were brushing against the wiry, sparse hairs of his pubic region!
It struck the boy then that his was not the first cock this gorgeous woman had ever sucked. But how many others could there have been? Her husband, of course . . . and his dad? Had she ever sucked his dad's cock the way she was sucking his right now? And maybe other boys?
After all, she had been a Counselor in two boys' schools before coming to Arcadia . . . no . . . that would have been impossible . . . no, she couldn't have . . . she wouldn't have . . .
But he couldn't concentrate on those kinds of thoughts for very long. Her devilishly exciting tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making his cock-head vibrate and jump like it was about to explode! It still all seemed to be too unbelieveable to be real! The lust-mesmerized youth stared at the sensuous blonde's breasts. Those beautiful tits that he had sucked only a little while before . . . jouncing and dancing and swaying provocatively beneath her pumping body driving him almost frantic with intensified passion! God, she was so gorgeous, the most devastatingly enticing woman he had ever seen!
And then, once again, the fourteen year old boy sensed the gnawing sensation in his balls. He watched Avis' lovely face stuffed full with his turgidly throbbing cock, working hungrily over him, her lips being pulled out as if her mouth was being turned inside out every time she came up off of it, her cheeks puffing in and out as she sucked. God, he couldn't stand it much longer! He jerked his loins up harder against her face until his hips were right off the bed! His mouth felt terribly dry and his cock felt as if it was going to explode into a thousand tiny fragments any minute now!
Jesus! How was he going to keep from cumming in her mouth? Didn't she know what was going to happen if she didn't quit sucking him soon? But she must know! She must know that the stuff would shoot right out of his cock and he wouldn't be able to stop it! Any second now ... he couldn't hold back much longer. It would blow right into her mouth . . . and he couldn't push her away or tell her to stop! She had stopped once before and it had nearly driven him crazy ... he had to let loose this time . . .
The boy writhed and thrashed his strong young hips furiously and tangled his hands frantically in her long golden hair to hold her mouth there as he hot jism started to explode from the depths of his balls. He could feel it bursting and racing up the length of his mouth-captured cock . . . hot like liquid fire . . . pumping, racing, running . . .
His lust-thickened cock lurched into a violent staccato jerking that flooded Avis' eagerly sucking mouth with wave after wave of torrential white-hot sperm, bloating her cheeks with every throbbing, seething squirt and she swallowed ravenously as she moaned and groaned against his pumping cock. It was then that her own wildly convulsive climax over-whelmed her and helplessly she plunged her own hand down between her thighs to her moistly pulsating pussy lips, tweaking and pulling desperately at her painfully aching, throbbing clitoris!
She tried to cry out around the exploding cock in her mouth, but the sound became a garbled groan. Davy watched through passion blurred eyes the licentious sight of her madly trembling nakedness as with one last, whimper-ing moan, he emptied the last flood of his scalding fluid up between her still voraciously sucking lips. And then the boy simply lay there in exhausted lethargy, until gradually his pleasure-packed instrument began to deflate within her warm, moist mouth. Yet still he felt her nibbling at it, hungrily sucking out the very last traces of his pungently exciting love-liquids.
And it was then that his conscience began to overwhelm him. What had they done?
Avis, too, found herself exhausted from the erotic efforts of their love-making. The lust-satiated blonde lay for some time with her face resting on his flat young belly until, at long last, she sat and looked into her young lover's face. Or, she tried to look, but he had turned his face away from her. With a gentle, tender hand she reached out and touched his cheek, pulling his head around until she could see his darling young face - filled with remorse!
And suddenly it struck her! Henry's son! She had just seduced Henry's handsome young son!
And yet . . . as wrong as it seemed . . . somehow, too, it seemed right, very right indeed!
The sumptious blonde stood and retrieved her gown, quickly slipping into it, desperately trying to think of what she could say to the boy. There were tears in his eyes, she could see, as she moved close and sat down on the edge of the bed. Smiling lamely, she reached out to stroke his flushed, tear-soaked cheeks with her soft, warm fingers. God, he was so handsome, so young and so innocent and so delectably appealing!
"Davy ... I'm not sure what happened just now," she lied. She knew very well what had happened to her . . . but she also knew that it would be cruel and heartless to ever succumb again to Davy's adolescent charms. She had been like a wild animal devouring his innocence . . . and yet it had felt so good to both of them! But she must learn to control herself from now on. And she must also find some way to comfort the little darling. "But I do know this, Davy. What happened between us was a beautiful and rare pleasure that we must never forget. But we must never let it happen again . . . never. It was wonderful . . . but it's over. We must never allow it to happen again . . . and we must never tell anyone about it. It'll be another secret just between the two of us. Ok?"
Davy found it difficult to look at the voluptuous blonde at all much less meet her gaze. But maybe she was right ... it had felt wonderful ... it was a beautiful thing . . . but it was also very wrong. If only she hadn't come into his room wearing that tempting see-through gown ... if only . . .
"Well, Davy? Is it going to be another secret - just between the two of us?"
"Y-yes . . . God, yes, Avis!" he blurted out in a choked voice, the tears streaming in a hot flood down his cheeks.
"Good," she responded softly. "Good," And then, brushing her warm lips lightly across his forehead, she walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.
Chapter Five
Avis Cramer tossed and turned throughout the long night, but, as always, the bright light of a new day streaming in through the partially open drapes swept away the shadows. She awakened in a cheerful state of mind, last night's incident with young Davy Watson already, she reasoned, part of the past. Now, now she would start all over again, fresh and clean. What was done was done and there could be no going back. Only forward, into the future. What had happened last night wouldn't, couldn't, happen again. Furthermore, she would start looking for a place of her own that very day so that by the time Henry's business in Washington was completed, she could move out right away.
And as for the meanwhile . . . well, she would just have to carry on a normal routine with Davy as if nothing had happened between them last night.
That was exactly what Avis did, acting cheerful and kind to the youngster when he had come down for breakfast. At first, he tried to avoid looking into her eyes, but her cool and confident manner soon infected him, too. She had fixed him scrambled eggs, murmuring chit-chat as she did so, watching his face change from absorbed worry to unconcerned frankness with her. She couldn't help, of course, letting her eyes wander every so often over his developing young body, so handsomely dressed in his corduroy jeans and pale green shirt, but she didn't even come close to letting her temptation run away with her.
The voluptuous blonde had succeeded in maintaining a calm and deliberate front until she had watched him riding his bicycle down the drive to the street, whistling quietly to himself. It was probably a good thing, she reasoned, that he had made plans to go the movies with his friends that evening. He wouldn't even be home for dinner, he had said, which was also a good thing - Avis could spend the day looking for an apartment without having to worry about stopping by the store to get something for supper.
She watched his lean young figure disappearing down the street on his bicycle from the kitchen window. He was truly the most handsome youngster she had ever come across, his lithe young form inciting unwanted, tingling sensations inside her. Yes, she had succeeded in putting the boy's tensions at ease, but she hadn't succeeded in fooling herself, in quashing her own lurid desires for him.
But she had to force Davy Watson out of her mind! What had happened last night just couldn't happen again ... no matter what she had to do to prevent it! God, if only she could have a decent, loving relationship with a grown man . . . just once . . . perhaps with Henry! Henry, even after all these years, was still obviously in love with her, she felt sure of it. And yet, the thought of sexual contact with him was not an enticing one to the sumptious blonde. It wasn't, of course, as though he were as huge or as demanding as Uncle Tom had been that cruel night . . . but still the prospect of an erected adult penis was enough in itself to send a shiver of apprehension racing along her spine.
Avis poured herself a second cup of coffee and sat down at the table, sipping it hot and black. And within a few moments she began to feel a little better. She would set about cleaning up a bit, then get dressed and go out apartment hunting. It would do her good to be out of the house all day, she told herself. She began by straightening up the kitchen and then proceeded to the living room, saving Davy's room for last.
But once she entered the boy's room, those maddening fermentations burst uncontrollably alive once more in her flat white belly. In the doorway, she seemed to turn to stone, staring at the unmade bed where it had all happened last night . . . happened so beautifully, so magical ly, so thrillingly! In her lust-aroused mind, she could still picture him on that bed, naked and gloriously handsome, his excited, slender stalk of boy-cock almost parallel with his belly and beneath, his hairless, velvet-skinned young balls ... Oh God! She had to wipe these salacious images from her mind!
Avis stepped cautiously, slowly forward, her eyes catching sight of his crumpled shorts lying in a heap on the large, soft chair over in the corner of the room along with his discarded tee-shirt and socks. For long seconds, she stared down at them before finally stretching out one trembling hand to pick them up. Slowly, she clutched them against her full, tingling breasts, her sparkling blue eyes beginning to tear from the unfathomable sensations of prurient excite-ment gnawing at her loins. And then, with a low, animalistic moan coming from deep in her throat, she covered her face with them, inhaling deeply the intoxicating aroma of his sweet young genitals!
Oh God. . . I've got to stop . . . get myself out of here . . . oh but I can almost smell his delicious young cock . . . but I'll go mad if I don't tear myself away and leave at once! Oh, the handsome young darling . . . And then, tossing the undershorts down onto the bed, Avis Cramer turned and fled from the room, her hands covering her beautiful tear-stained face.
Bruce Noble was tall for his sixteen years, very broad-shouldered with thick, muscular legs, a wavy shock of unruly, sandy colored hair spilling over his forehead atop small grey eyes. His solid, muscular build had earned him a place on the high school football team as the star tackle although it hadn't made him especially popular with the young girls in his classes, who usually seemed to be frightened of his hulking huge form instead of impressed by his status on the football team.
Both his mother and his father had died in an automobile accident when he was only six years old and he had lived with his aunt and uncle ever since. They were kindly, elderly people, both of whom worked in his uncle's restaurant-bar downtown and so they spent little time with the growing boy. Left to his own devices much of the time, Bruce quickly developed quick wits and keen instincts, plus earning the envy of many of his friends for his free-wheeling life-style.
Davy was only one of the boys who looked on the sixteen year-old football tackle as a leader and as someone to be admired. After all, his freedom allowed him to smoke pot, to drink beer, to make it with any girl who would have him whenever he wanted. Lately Bruce had been seeing a lot of Annie Barton, a tall, lithe, slender blonde of fifteen whose wealthy parents were away on business trips as ofter as not.
Most intriguing of all, you could always count on Bruce to have a fist-full of enticingly exciting dirty pictures on him. And not cruddy black and white ones, but large eight-by-ten color glossies, showing everything a guy could imagine . . . some with just bare girls in lewd positions . . . some with guys actually doing it to them . . . some with girls sucking on guy's cocks or guys licking girl's glistening pink cunts . . .
It was after gym class that Davy ran into Bruce in the hallway. Only one more class to go that day, and then they would be free for the rest of the afternoon.
"Still want to go to the dirty movie with us tonight, kid?" Bruce taunted, grinning at the younger boy.
"Well ..." Davy hesitated, thinking he would really rather go home to Avis Cramer. After all, the girls in those sex films couldn't hold a candle to the sumptious blonde who was acting as a temporary governess for him. She was right there at home waiting for him, and being with her seemed so much more desirable than watching somebody else getting it on in a movie! Why settle for a film when you could get the real thing?
"Chicken, kid? Maybe those movies are just too much for you, eh? Can't understand what's happening, is that it?" the older boy teased, grabbing Davy by the arm and swinging the younger boy around to face him.
Davy stared up at him and swallowed tightly. He wasn't about to reveal his secret to Bruce Noble. He had promised Avis it would be their shared secret. But the way the big guy teased him was almost too much to bear. God, if he ever knew the real truth he would begin to drool with envy!
"Naw, I guess I just got better things to do," Davy replied meekly. He had never been afraid of the bigger boy and he wasn't now, even when Bruce tightened his grip on Davy's arm. Physically, Davy was certain he could hold his own with Bruce, but it wasn't really a question of that. It was Bruce's undeniable position of leadership. Bruce was older, therefore wiser. Bruce got around a lot more than the other guys could, moving in a world of freedom and excitement that Davy and the rest of the guys had always envied. One wrong word from Bruce Noble and a lot of the other guys wouldn't have anything to do with you.
And Davy knew that he didn't even admire Bruce especially as a person. Still, the older boy presented an unexpressed challenge: it would really be something to better Bruce Noble! Davy was tempted right then to tell him what had happened last night with Avis Cramer . . . but he couldn't. He had promised. He just couldn't let himself break that promise and spill the beans so recklessly!
"Ha! Better things to do, my foot!" the older boy leered, interrupting Davy's thoughts. Davy stared at him as other guys swirled around them in the hallway on their way to class.
"Look, let go of me," the younger boy said. "I've got to get to class. And so do you."
"Not until you tell me what 'better things' you've got to do tonight, kid. Maybe you got a broad you're laying, is that it? I mean, what else could be better than a dirty movie except the real thing?"
Davy tensed at being called a "kid" by Bruce all the time. He wasn't a "kid" any longer, and he could prove it, if only he dared!! He was just as much of a man as Bruce any old day of the week, maybe more so since his own special girlfrielnd was a grown woman and a beautiful one at that! And besides all of that, Avis wasn't a "broad" by any stretch of the term - she was much too gorgeous and sophisticated for that!
"Yeah, that's it," Davy confessed sheepishly. "But she isn't a 'broad' she's a woman, a gorgeous, beautiful woman, as a matter of fact." Davy could feel his face flushing and tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. "More beautiful than anyone you ever even saw in your whole rotten life, Bruce Noble!"
The sixteen year-old stared at Davy, as if slowly digesting the boy's words, not really believing them, but not sure that he dared deny what had been spat out so vehemently. Finally, he blurted: "What the hell you talking about, kid? Who the hell is this gorgeous, beautiful dame, anyway? Some lame whore you picked up down in the Backwater or something?"
Davy whipped his arm out of Bruce's tight-fisted grasp and clenched his own fist meaningfully. "Hold your tongue, Bruce! I mean it! She's a lady, damn you, and you'd better say nice words when you talk about her! She's a friend of my dad's and she's staying at the house with me while he's away and she's every bit as beautiful as I say she is!" Bruce took a step backwards as if he were about to swing at Davy, but the boy looked up undaunted. "And if you think I'm afraid of you, Bruce, you're wrong! You want to fight? Ok, I'll be happy to fight. But don't you ever say anything bad about Avis Cramer again!"
Davy could feel his heart thumping madly in his chest. Bruce simply gaped down at him, surprised at the younger boy's sudden aggressive-ness. Suddenly, Davy's tirade began to interest him ... an older woman, eh? And a beautiful one at that! And one who obviously had no scruples about messing around with teenage boys. Well, if little Davy Watson could handle her, Bruce thought, think of what I can do!
"Ok, ok, kid, don't lose your cool," Bruce said, slapping his young companion on the shoulder.
Davy swallowed the knot in his throat and stepped backwards, feeling the outraged anger within himself beginning to subside. He knew he had said too much, far too much, but he simply couldn't let Bruce get away with that superior crap when he had it all over the older boy for once. But then, at the sound of Bruce's next words, he could feel the anger welling up within him once again.
"But let me get this straight, kid," Bruce said, looking at Davy sideways as if in disbelief. "You mean to tell me you're actually laying this . . . lady?"
"Y-yeah . . . that's exactly what I mean."
"You sure you know what you're saying, kid?"
"Yes, damnit, I know what I'm saying!"
Davy swallowed again. He knew he had already revealed much too much, but there was no going back now or Bruce would never believe him at all. He saw Bruce licking his lips with the tip of his tongue and knew that something dangerous was about to come . . . but he wasn't sure what!
"How old is this . . . lady . . . kid?"
"Oh . . . I'm not sure . . . twenty-five maybe . . . thirty . . . younger than my dad, I'm sure of that, and he's nearly thirty-seven."
"And you say . . . you actually laid a twenty-five year-old broad? Is that what you're trying to tell me? And you expect me to believe that wild story?" Bruce hissed. "What kind of a sucker do you think I am, anyway?"
Davy's anger swept over him in a blind rage that he could hardly control. He almost let loose and punched old Bruce in the mouth, but he knew he couldn't afford to get in a fight in the school hallway. God, and it was all his own fault, too. If he hadn't opened his mouth in the first place, old Bruce would never be able to get the goods on him like this! Damn, he'd kill the s.o.b. after school!
"I did, damn you!" was all Davy could manage to answer in the fury of his rage.
"Then prove it!"
"How?" Davy challenged.
"Let me come and watch you tonight!"
"W-what?"
"I said, let me come and watch you do it with her tonight," Bruce taunted. "Unless, of course, there really isn't anything to watch!"
Davy stood as if frozen. Damn the big brute! Well, he had gone much too far to back out now. If he played his cards right, Avis would never know and could never chastise him for breaking their secret. And then Bruce would be satisfied, too, and maybe stop teasing him about being a kid all the time! Davy felt a sharp thump in his chest as he opened his mouth to respond.
"Ok . . . ok, but you've got to hide so she doesn't see you, ok?"
"Sure, kid, sure!"
"And you can't say anything about it to anyone, you got that?"
"Yeah, kid, yeah, I got it!"
"And stop calling me kid, damn you!"
"Sure, Davy, sure. I won't say a thing to another soul . . . that is, if you're telling the truth," Bruce agreed with an enormous lecherous grin.
"Ok," Davy said, not sure whether he could take Bruce's word but knowing at the same time that he no longer had any choice. "Now, listen carefully. I'll leave my window open . . you can climb in and hide in the closet. But you've got to remember to be quiet so she doesn't hear you or you'll blow the whole thing."
"Good, kid. I'll remember. I'll be as quiet as a church-mouse!"
"And don't bring anyone with you, either, You understand?"
"Sure, Davy . . . don't worry, you can trust old Bruce!" his friend responded, his smile growing larger and larger and more and more lecherous!
"Ok . . . tonight . . . come around nine o'clock ..."
"I'll be there ..."
Chapter Six
Avis had been looking at apartments all afternoon and felt somewhat exhausted from the grueling ordeal. She had looked at one apartment after another and hadn't found one that was both suitable and affordable. The one she had liked the most, in the giant new highrise along the edge of town, was much too expensive for her modest budget and nothing that fit into her budget had appealed to her. But, she reasoned, tomorrow was another day. Besides, she really had weeks to find a place. Henry would only be back for weekend for at least a month. And, anyway, today was only Thursday. She could look tomorrow as well . . . and it would give her something to focus her mind on to keep it off of Davy!
The sumptious blonde decided that before going home she would take a nice, long, relaxing stroll through the park. She knew Davy wouldn't be home, but her own performance that morning with his undershorts had snapped something inside of her. She didn't feel like spending any more time alone in that house than she had to. She would take a nice walk through the park, stop for something to eat and on her way home, then go directly to her bedroom and curl up with a good book. If she was lucky, she wouldn't even have to see Davy at all that evening!
Slinging her handbag over her shoulder, Avis walked along the footpath among the tall trees, now nearly barren of leaves. There was a slight chill in the air that brushed across her beautiful face, but the sun was warm and soothing through her wool coat. Yes, this was exactly what she needed. Some time alone out of doors where nothing would remind her of her own inexcusable performance the night before with fourteen year old Davy Watson, and then she would be alright!
As she approached the small lake, Avis saw two figures sitting at its edge, throwing something into the water and watching the ducks swarming around it. A slight shiver of desire ran through her as she realized that they were two teenage boys! Avis stared for a long time, fighting the rising tide of passion within her belly, knowing that she should turn and run and knowing at the same time that she couldn't. Maybe . . . just maybe . . . she could relieve some of her frustrations with these two unwitting young boys and then she would be able to leave Davy alone!
No! I must get out of here! I shouldn't! I can't. . .
Avis Cramer walked slowly forward, feeling her knees trembling beneath her with every slow, tentative step. It still wasn't too late . . . she could turn and go right then and there . . . they hadn't seen her yet . . . there was still a chance to escape . . .
"Pardon me, but have either one of you boys got a match?" she questioned, holding out a cigarette and looking down at their handsome, upturning faces.
One of the boys looked to be about sixteen, perhaps seventeen. His hair was curly and light colored over steel-grey eyes and his lithe young form stretched out to nearly six feet as he stood to offer Avis the requested match. The other boy, a dark, brooding sort of teenager, merely gazed up with little expression. He saw his friend light her cigarette and, much to his surprise, she didn't move to leave but simply stood there, looking from one to the other of them with a strange, fiery gleam in her blazing blue eyes.
"My name's Dick," the light-haired boy said, looking Avis square in the eye. "and this is my buddy, Jack. You live around here, lady?"
"Yes," Avis replied simply, feeling the old familiar flames leaping through her aroused loins. She knew what was going to happen and she knew that there was still time to avoid it, time to turn and run as fast and as far as she could. The look in Dick's eyes told her that he knew just what emotions were churning in her sex-hungry belly and that he was more than willing to satisfy her cravings. But did she dare?
"We're just passing through," the boy continued while his friend looked up with detached impatience. Dick was always trying to make it with every broad who came within ten yards of him, Jack knew, but this lady looked much too classy and sophisticated for that sort of thing. Dick would never get to first base with her, so why was he wasting his time? Jack felt fed-up with Dick's super-cool, super-stud attitudes and had more than once resolved to split up with him on that account. But he had never carried through his resolution because it was easier to get around with another guy than all by yourself.
"Oh?" Avis responded, fiery little sparks flying from her eyes to Dick's.
"Yeah . . . we're just hitching down to the city ... for the weekend ... big rock concert at Madison Square Garden, you know."
"Aren't you a little young . . . ?" Avis began.
"Young? Hell, I'm eighteen now and Jack here is over eighteen - almost nineteen!"
"I see," the sumptious blonde answered quietly, feeling the churning burning deeper and deeper in her belly.
Dick saw the flecks of flame sparking in her enchanting blue eyes, then her little pink tongue-tip peeked out to play rouguishly around her creamy smooth lips. He read the symptoms perfectly. Jesus, he ought to, he had seen them often enough before, like when he was having that secret little affair with old Jack's gorgeous aunt! No, Dick wasn't unfamiliar with sex and its prurient signals. You didn't get to be nearly eighteen or hitch your way around the state without getting your share of cunt, and he preferred older woman. They weren't as frightened or as up-tight as teenage girls often were. And this delicious looking lady was something else again!
The boy wasn't sure he could accurately figure her out yet, but he knew that her eyes were throwing lightening bolts of passion at him, stabbing him in his guts right down to his balls! Hell, his cock had jumped and jerked the minute he looked up and saw her, and now it was threatening to pop right out of his pants!
Avis felt her throat suddenly go dry as she stared into the teenager's eyes. She swallowed tightly, sensing chills ripple over her soft, satiny skin as she unbuttoned her coat and threw it to the ground to sit on. She saw him sit down beside her, his eager young eyes roving desirously over the lush contours of her aroused body. Yes, he knew . . . probably he had known from the very minute she had tapped him on the shoulder to ask for a match. His friend was sitting behind him, ignoring them com-pletely, staring off in the direction of the lake as if she and Dick didn't exist. Well, she could handle both of them, but one would be enough!
The voluptuous blonde continued to stare fixedly into the teenager's smouldering eyes. There was no frightened innocence in those eyes or in his appealing young beard-stubbed face. He was no Davy Watson, that was certain! And she wasn't sure whether or not that was going to be a virtue in their relationship . . . but it was too late now to back out. She had come this far, let her insatiable lust bring her beyond the point-of-no-return, and she would have to see this business through. Already prickling sensa-tions of arousal threatened to engulf her loins . . . already she could feel a slight seepage dampening the nylon crotchband of her panties . . .
Avis was so enraptured with the handsome light-haired youth that she was completely unaware of the sudden absence of his friend. Dick, however, was very well aware that his friend had tramped off in anger and disgust . . . but that was his hard luck! He was going to make it with this gorgeous broad and if Jack didn't want to hang around for part of the action, that was his problem!
Dick's face assumed a twisting grin that made his face somehow appear almost obscene. He sat very close to her and he half-twisted towards her, easing one arm around her shoulders while the other had smoothed over the quivering bowl of her belly to her waist. He drew her to him, his eager young mouth pressing hard against hers.
Avis let him kiss her, the warm moistness of his lips against her own inciting new churning sensations within her lust-burning loins. And then his tongue aggressively spurted between her lips and teeth while his hand grazed upward toward her palpatating breast and she felt a twinge of anxiety as she realized that the boy was taking the initiative instead of allowing her to do so.
It wasn't going as she had anticipated, as it usually did. She squirmed in his arms, fearful images of her Uncle Tom beginning to seep into her brain while her fevered loins cried out for fulfillment. And the youth sensed her change in attitude but before he could speak, he felt her hand gliding atop the swollen bulge in his trousers. She knew that this boy had lost his innocence long ago, unlike all of the other teenagers she had seduced, but she also knew that she had to taste the delicious sweet nectar of that throbbing cock beneath his trousers!
"Oh God," she gasped, hardly conscious of his hand moving into the front of her dress an flimsy bra to cup and knead the softly pliant skin of her ample breast, while she unfastened the front of his pants and slid her eagerly trembling hand inside. She found the opening of his shorts and finally, the hot hard shaft of his hardened young penis which she greedily encircled with her soft searching hand.
"Arugh!" the boy gasped uncontrollably at the contact of her delicate probing fingers with his stiffened prick. He felt his organ jerk lustfully in her hand and knew that he was going to have a very good time with this lady; whoever she was, she was a hot number, alright! And God, he'd never felt such magnificent tits in all his young life!
Before Avis knew what was happening, he had pulled her down to the ground, his hand still working feverishly at the supple mound of her exposed breast. She knew that he wasn't an innocent, darling young thing like Davy Watson . . . but that didn't seem to matter any more to the lust-incited blonde. Nothing mattered except the beautiful boy whom she was crawling over at that very moment! She lay wantonly upon him, wriggling her hips uncontrollably, actively and passionately kissing him now, and teasing her hot moist tongue-tip inside and around his ear. He wasn't Davy . . . but she could pretend that he was ... all young and lean and virginal . . . Oh Davy ... my little Davy . . . my darling boy!
Dick moved his strong young hands to her already quivering buttocks, feeling them warm and soft and round beneath the thin material of her dress. He felt her begin to undulate her loins against him and knew that this was going to be a crazy-wild orgy and he was going to enjoy every single minute of it! God, old Jack didn't know what he was missing! This lady wanted his cock so badly she could hardly stand it! And he was going to give it to her, that was for sure!
"Oooohhhhhh," she gasped out, feeling his hands exploring the hollows and crevices of her flesh beneath her dress, traveling up and down her naked thighs and over her panties to her flat white belly. "I've got to . . . have you . . . suck you . . . suck your beautiful young cock ..."
"Jesus Christ," the youngster murmured, his voice tremoring with excitement. She had actually said cockl Maybe she would even . . . "And fuck, too, lady? What about fucking?"
"Oooooohhhh . . . yes . . . that, too . . . only later . . . later . . . I'll get up over you . . . and you can watch . . . but I've got to suck you first! I've just got to!" she hissed, spreading her thighs wider inside her short dress as far as she could so that she could rub her lust-fevered loins against his nakedly upthrusting shaft of teenage flesh beneath her.
Dick couldn't believe it, couldn't compre-hend her passion-provoked words. Nor could he believe the crazy wild sensations she was sparking off within his own aroused loins. Man, this lady was too much, much too much! Even old Jack's aunt never got this turned-on in all the months he was sneaking into her bedroom late at night! Now the boy could feel the hollowed curve of her thigh-junction rocking avidly against the thickness of his rigid erection. He pressed his fingers into the crease between her lushly soft buttocks, pushing the material and all before him, while she responded by jiggling and gyrating them, making the two beautiful mounds of quivering flesh move erotically beneath his hands!
"Oooohhhhhh . . . aaaaaawwwww. . . " Avis whimpered lustfully. The swirling emotions whirling through her were almost more than the heatedly aroused young blonde could bear. Only one aspect marred her total and complete abandonment to the pleasure demanding satiation within her body: while the teenage delight of the tender body beneath her set burning fires of lust surging through her loins, she was sorrry that he lacked the innocence that always seemed to make her sexual adventures all the sweeter. Still, she couldn't deny the pruriently sensational charges of electrical excitement that ran through her body as he boldly ran his hands over her naked ass-cheeks!
Dick grinned inwardly at the success of his efforts. This was the wildest woman he had ever found. Of course, he was barely eighteen years old, but still, he had been around quite a lot for his tender years. He'd even met with an old whore once who wanted him to do some pretty strange things ... and then, every once in a while, old Jack's aunt got pretty carried away, especially that time she asked him to stick his cock in her ass. But this gorgeous doll was just plain hot-stuff, and she was without question the most beautiful woman he had ever seen much less gotten it on with! Poor old Jack . . .
"Urrrrghhh!" he cried as her warm soft mouth fastened on his neck. He realized that she was frenziedly trying to pull her dress up and so he helped her by unzipping it down along her back! Hell, he would help her get out of every stitch she had on, for Christ's sake! That's just what he would do!
The sensuously aroused blonde didn't try to stop the boy as he undressed her, easing her off him to one side and lifting the dress up off over her head. He unfastened her bra expertly, leaving only her flimsy bikini panties. He wasn't surprised that she wore no stockings - lots of girls went without stockings nowadays. Besides, it was kinda nice to reach up beneath a girl's skirt to find bare thigh . . .
And then he paused for a moment - he wanted to look at her like that for a moment, clad in only her panties. And then she climbed back onto him, her long golden hair draping over her softly rounded shoulders, her spectacu-lar firm breast swaying crazily above him while she gazed down with moistened, lush lips pouting open. God, what a gorgeous and hot-blooded gal she was!
Eagerly, the boy sucked in a tiny, ruby-red nipple, completely absorbing it into his warmly sucking mouth. God, this was as close to heaven as he would ever come!
"Ummmmmm . . . oooohhhhh ..." she moaned loudly as the eighteen year old began to nibble and suck hungrily at her cherry-crested breast. He could hear her rapid, panting breathing and suddenly she was rubbing her puffy pubic mound frantically on the protruding staff of his blood-pressured cock starting up out of his pants, letting her legs fall on either side of him.
"Ooohhhh . . . aaahhhh . . . feels so good . . . ooouuu . . . suck my tit, my little lover, suck it, darling, and feel it with your tongue . . . arugh! . . . yes, just like that . . oooohhhh . . . eeee . . . yyyeessssss . . . bite it if you want to . . . eeooiii!. . . yeeesss. . . oooohhhhhh!" she gasped desperately, the fires burning in her loins threatening to engulf her entire nearly naked body!
Dick gasped. He could hardly breathe from the smouldering pressure of her soft, lushly contoured breasts around his face. Abruptly, he levered her away, raising up to work her panties down over the sweeping arch of her hips and curvaceously rounded buttocks, and then on down the delectable white columns of her shapely thighs, watching as she eagerly kicked them off.
Then, the sumptious excited blonde moved back on top of him, her breathing ragged and heavy as he began once more to explore the enchanting crevice between the smooth, de-licious mounds of her buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart and tenderly fingering the tightly puckered hole of her crinkly anus. He smiled when he heard her moan salaciously in response. And then the boy grazed his strong young hands down over the breath-taking orbs and beneath the provocative cleft, venturing through the golden silken down of her pubic hair to the moist pink slit between her legs.
"Aaarrrruuggghh!" she gasped out as he knowingly parted the soft light pubic hair and spread the liquid-drenched, clinging cuntal lips open and gently pressed a stiffened middle finger upward through the moist, velvety flesh.
"Ooohhhh . . . dear God . . . aaaahhhh" Avis Cramer whimpered hoarsely in utter and lurid turmoil, the unfamiliar fiery sensations he was bringing her at almost chaotic odds with the active carnal desire she had always displayed heretofore with her youthful lovers. Still, this new aggressiveness was exciting, too. Sub-consciously, she found herself spreading her creamy smooth thighs wide to give him even greater access to that glistening pink pussy flesh between them.
"AAARRUUGGHHH!'' she cried as she felt his finger come into searing contact with her clitoris, feeling the tiny excited bud burst into distended erection beneath his expertly caressing fingertip! "Oooohhhh . . . yes. . . eeeeeeeee" she moaned, her mind swirling with thoughts that this was all wrong, that she should be the one in charge . . .
Dick could feel the shooting sparks of fiery desire igniting every nerve-ending in the gorgeous blonde's body and he knew that the time was right. He rolled from beneath her and got to his knees, staring with lust-blazing eyes at her naked loveliness as he began to tear his own clothes from his virile young body. He gaped at her rounded white thighs spread salaciously apart, to the golden silken curls covering her pubic mound, and then down to the fleshy glistening pink lips of her gorgeous little pussy. Christ, he'd never seen a more provocatively exciting body even among the many teenage girls he had enjoyed! Never had he feasted his eyes on more firm, erect full tits, and the intensifying throb in his aching hard cock let him know that there was no way on earth that she could stop him now. Not that she seemed to want to!
Avis wasn't quite sure how to react, how to become the passive partner and her eyes closed as a jumbled maze of confused emotions swirled madly through her mind. She felt the boy wedging himself between her legs and she jerked open her eyes when she felt the warm contact of his naked flesh. She saw him kneeling erect there, his face contorted in a grinning mask of lust, and her widened eyes quickly caught hold of the passion-stiffened penis protruding out from his sandy-haired loins. She raised to her elbows to get a better glimpse of his pleasure-packed organ, while his lewd grin broadened and his hand began to luridly stroke the outer layer of skin back and forth over the swollen, bulbous head, making his enormously bloated young balls sway gently between his tanned, strong young thighs.
"Ooooohhh ... Oh my God," the heatedly aroused blonde moaned, her breath a choking little gasp that caused her voluptuous breasts to ripple before him as she gaped at his hypnotizing shaft of hardened male cock. It was . . . bigger than Davy's . . . thicker and longer . . . and yet still the slender, non-menacing shaft of a boy! Ummmmmm . . . yes, it looked good enough to eat!
"Think this'll take care of your cunt, lady?" she heard him tease in erotically inspired pleasure as he lowered himself between her thighs before she had a chance to respond. And then, he lowered himself so that his beard-stubbed young face was only inches above her loins. And he was looking up at her between her excitedly tingling breasts, his eyes feverish with the urgency of his lust. "But first, perhaps I'd better take a little taste of that sweet pussy of yours . . . just to make sure ..."
Avis' brain raced madly. It was somehow . . . yes, it was all backwards! It was she who was supposed to taste his sweet young genitals! And yet ... a strange thrill of divine anticipa-tion raced through her nakedly aroused flesh and she couldn't seem to move at all. She wasn't sure whether she wanted to stop him or not . . . no one had ever put his mouth there before . . . Roger had wanted to once, but she had refused him, thinking it depraved and disgusting . . . but somehow, now, it didn't seem demented at all! Quite the contrary . . . perhaps it would feel good . . . she knew it felt good to have a lovely little boy-cock in her mouth, felt good to her as well as to her teenage lovers ... so maybe this would bring an equal amount of exquisite erotic pleasure . . .
And then, with surprisingly gentle, adroit hands, she felt his warm flattened palms being placed strategically against the warm soft flesh of her trembling inner thighs, and she felt a divine thrill shiver along her spine. And finally, she felt his thumbs pressuring against her insanely tingling cuntal lips to slowly spread them apart before his bulging young eyes, until the cool air brushed against the exposed, moist flesh! Dear God . . . what was happening? Strange, exciting, electrical sensations of raw lust ignited every single nerve-ending in her naked body! This was so new ... so different from all her other experiences with young boys . . and yet, it wasn't frightening any longer! Quite the contrary, she could never recall having been this sensuously excited in all her life!
Excitedly, Dick gaped down at the lust-inflaming sight of her spread-open, glisten-ing pink pussy with its surrounding silken curls that looked like spun gold. He saw two tiny droplets of glimmering moisture clinging to the velvety petal-like lips pouting there before him, while the erectly throbbing little spout of her clitoris above seemed to be trembling with an insane violence!
"Ummmmm . . . it's gonna taste good, I can tell," he whispered huskily, savoring the erotically exciting womanly smell of her naked flesh.
Avis felt a new ripple of electrical excitement course through her as she felt the wisps of his hot breath graze her sensitive, inner thighs, and she murmured in overwhelming passion as suddenly, for the first time in her whole life, she felt a warm, moist tongue spearing hotly up through her exposed vulva. Oh God, it did feel exquisite! She felt its tingling hot dampness mingling with her own lust-seepage down there, and uncontrollably she lurched her churning loins up and forward at his stubbled young face, moaning and tossing her head back and forth in the torment of her agonized ecstasy.
Her teenage lover licked and sucked at her willingly raised cunt with a ravenous frenzy, fastening his luscioius young lips around her quivering clitoris as she began to wiggle and thrash and squirm her hips, inviting him to further oral ravishment of her simmering-hot cunt. Crazy wild sensations of prurient excitement raced through the eighteen year old boy's body, sending shooting sparks of fiery passion all along the turgidly throbbing length of his rock-hard cock. Man, this lady was too much! He'd licked pussy before, but never had he seen a reaction as wildly frantic as this one! God, she might cum any second now the way she was frantically whipping her loins around his lust-spearing tongue!
And oh God, but it did taste so good! The sweet womanly aroma of her assaulted his flaring nostrils and the entire pink slit of her delectable pussy was flowered open to him, the perfumed moisture bathing his probing-hot tongue like a river in flood. She smelled of expensive aromatic soap and the satiny skin of her thighs clasping his face in an ever-tighter embrace was like soft, perfumed velvet! Christ, he had never even dreamed of a woman who could get this hot! She was one woman in a million, that was for sure!
Then, feeling her hands on his head, he realized that she was trying to push him away. Maybe she was about to cum and she wanted his cock in her cunt instead of his tongue . . .
Chapter Seven
"Please . . . stop . . . not this way," Avis Cramer grasped, raising to her elbows beside her naked teenage lover. The youngster started to speak, but before he could utter a word the sumptious blonde had twisted free of him and was on her knees beside him.
"Turn over . . . onto your back," she hissed, clutching at his nakedness and pressing him into position with his muscular thighs spread wide, slowly dropping down over him and reaching out to curl her soft fingers around his upthrusting, rigid cock. She could feel the boy convulse beneath her provocative touch and she smiled. "Ummmmmm . . . this is what I want . . . your beautiful young cock," she murmured, slowly stroking it, sliding the loose skin up and down in a slow, magical rhythm that seemed to cause a dull, throbbing ache inside his cum-churning balls.
Slowly, as if entranced, Avis got to her knees and hovered over him there from the side, her eyes like two gleaming jewels, her mouth falling loosely open, her face lowering slowly towards the moist purple head. She held his erect member tight between the flats of her palms, massaging and teasing in an up and down motion that sent a wildfire of crazy shocking excitement through the boy's loins.
"Jesus . . . suck it, lady, if you want to . . . just do something!" Dick cried in the agony of his ecstasy.
Fervent trickles of passion rippled through Avis' naked body at the sound of his words as his body began to slowly writhe beneath her. Drawing in her breath, the heatedly aroused blonde flicked out her tongue against the moist, spongy head and, while he twisted and jerked beneath her, she wiggled ger tongue-tip into the tiny slit at its end.
"Arugh . . . oooohhhh ..." she heard him moan with excruciating delight as she tasted the pungent tang of the lubricating droplets seeping from it. Incited even more now, she licked down the length of the hardened, teenage shaft, then slowly laved back up, her soft hand smoothing along behind her moist tongue's wake . . . and then down again her tongue moved to the thick base and beyond to the full bag of his young testicles.
Hungrily, the wantonly abandoned blonde worked her hungry lips back up to its tip once more, finally engulfing the blunt, bulbous knob with her nibbling lips. And then he moved her mouth down onto it with a hot liquid pressure, letting it glide along the length of her tongue, absorbing more and more of it into her ravenously greedy mouth. Simultaneously, she shifted position, moving up over his thigh without disengaging her hungrily sucking mouth from his hard, throbbing penis and then she knelt on all fours between his willing spread-open legs!
Yes . . . this was what she had wanted when she first saw the two boys by the lake . . . this was all she wanted . . . heaven . . . heaven hot and hard in her mouth . . !
* * *
Jack had found himself a nice shady spot by a fallen tree around on the other side of the lake where he sat for a long time to let his anger subside. He doubted if there had ever been anyone as careless and reckless as Dick and he wondered why in hell he stuck with the creep when all he ever did was get them both into trouble. If he wasn't chasing teen cunt, he was chasing some older broad like the one today. And if he wasn't chasing cunt he could get for free, he would hustle the whores downtown!
Of course, this lady today was certainly no run-of-the-mill chick, that was one thing in Dick's favor. This lady had some class - but she also probably had a husband who would cream Dick's ass if he ever found out what was going on! She was much too luscious to be walking through the park on the make without some reason . . . maybe she was a vice cop or something! Somehow, something struck Jack as strange . . . she was much too good looking and could undoubtedly have her choice of any guy in town . . . and yet she had come to the park by herself and picked on his pal Dick . . .
Well, he hoped he was wrong, he told himself as he got up to wander back. They'd had plenty of time to do whatever they wanted to do and as far as he was concerned, it was time to be moving on. They wanted to get at least as far as Newcastle that night and then they could hitch on into the city tomorrow in plenty of time for the concert . . .
"Jesus . . . holy shit!" Jack gasped as he approached the madly impassioned duo. But they were both much too engrossed to heard him! My God ... he had thought Dick might score with this dame, but the sight that greeted his eyes was almost too fantastic for him to believe. He could feel his cock jerking impatiently and excitedly within his jeans as his eyes bulged open to focus on the warm white moons of her voluptuous ass facing him above her obscenely spread thighs. Christ, he could even see the pink glistening flesh of her pussy between the pouting lips of her hair-fringed cuntal canyon!
Jack stared in wide-eyed disbelief! Not only were they both stark naked, but the old broad was actually sucking Dick's cock!
From his rear vantage point, Jack could see more than merely the enticing sight of her nakedly exposed genitals. He could also clearly see through her salaciously spread thighs to the sight of her dancing, jouncing, pendulously swinging breasts, and by taking just one step to the left he could get a close look at her moistly ovalled lips around Dick's lust-swollen cock. His own cock threatened to rip right through his pants as he watohed the puffing of her beautiful cheeks as her head bobbed frantically in its lascivious up and down motion. At the same time, Dick rammed his plunging prick upward into her tightly clasping mouth with increasing fury as if it was a cunt made to order for his own madly thumping cock!
Shit! This was just too much for the watching teenager. He'd bust right through his pants if he didn't get them off! Jack tried to stumble forward as he scrambled out of his jeans . . .
Dick watched with lust-blurred eyes as the gorgeous blonde fastened her lips even tighter around the thickened shaft of his cock, greedily absorbing its entire length into her soft-walled cavern. He could barely comprehend what was happening when he saw Jack stumbling up behind her as he kicked off his jeans, his heavy rock-hard cock cleaving the _ air as he approached. God ... the old broad was in for a real thrill now! Old Jack didn't mess around but always went right to the heart of the action!
But Dick couldn't concentrate his thoughts on his buddy for very long, because the riotous sensations caused by her teasing tongue and moistly clasping lips on his blood-pressured cock were driving him to a mad height of exquisite ecstasy. He thrust upward with hollowing buttocks, driving his lust-tormented cock as far into her mouth and throat as he could, until his wiry pubic hair was brushing the tip of her nose while his balls pulsated in her hands below with a bloating build-up of torturous pressure . . . and yet she never retreated an inch, but seemed to be begging for more!
Avis was completely oblivious to everything in the world except this youngster's sweet-tasting cock jerking and throbbing within her tightly ovalled lips and puffing, sucking cheeks. Rampant flames of salacious desire burned hotly in her belly, threatening to devour her entire being with their raging inferno of heat! God, it wouldn't be long now . . . couldn't be much longer before his rigid shaft of deliciously piquant flesh would begin to ejaculate its white thick creamy cum deep into her throat and hungry belly! Yes, and she wanted it! God, how she wanted to feel it shooting into her ravenous mouth, his sweet youthful nectar filling her hungry belly and sparking her own longed-for orgasm!
And then suddenly she felt something behind her . . .
She tried to lift her head to look back, but then she felt Dick's hand wound into her hair holding her face tight onto his lust-plunging cock.
"It's nothing to be afraid of, lady . . . just old Jack," he reassured her. "And now the fun is really going to start! But don't stop suckin' ..."
Avis wasn't quite sure what to do, not knowing quite what she was in for. What was Jack going to do? She could feel him behind her, crawling behind her lewdly exposed buttocks . . . this had never happened to her before! She felt a shiver of apprehension race along her spine, mixed with a chilling thrill of erotic anticipation! She felt almost as if this wasn't real ... as if she was outside of herself, watching the spectacle like an impartial observer ... it wasn't really Avis Cramer that this inexplicable event was happening to but some other strange woman who both longed for and loathed her obscene position . . .
"Man, what a gorgeous little pussy!" Jack exclaimed. "Looks almost good enough to eat!"
"I've already done that!" Dick laughed in the midst of his ball-searing passion.
Dear God! What had she gotten herself into? It was at the same time frightening and exciting to think of what Jack might do to her back there! True, she had found herself vibrantly thrilled when Dick had licked her feverishly churning cunt . . . and now was Jack going to do the same thing? Or was he going to plunge his cock right into her cunt and really fuck her while she was still sucking Dick's turgidly pulsing prick? God ... it could be glorious . . . simply devastating ... the most erotically exciting thing to ever happen to her . . .
She could feel the second youngster moving in behind her, spreading her creamy thighs wider with his powerful knees. And then she felt the heavier length and girth of his eighteen year old cock heaving lustfully as it brushed lewdly against her sensitive inner thighs and slipped between them to caress her feverishly swollen cuntal lips and mound. Oh God ... it felt so good. . .
She strained her eyes to gape back underneath, between her pendulously hanging breasts and obscenely spread legs but she only managed to catch a fleeting glance at it in her bobbing sucking motion that Dick would not let her stop.
But she saw enough! God, his cock was so enormous! Hardly like a boy's cock at all with its bulbous head half emerged from the heavy foreskin! That blunt, purplish head that looked poised and ready to invade her cunt with all its throbbing pressure . . .
Jack gaped lasciviously at the pinkly glistening flesh of her genitals before him. Christ, even in pictures he had never seen a cunt this delectable and inviting! He drew back the long thickness of his pulsating cock with a movement of his hips, letting it purposely graze against the tight pink slit of her moist, simmering cunt, then stared at it pointing itself towards the crinkled ring of her tiny anus so lusciously displayed before his admiring eyes. No ... he would leave that for later . . .
The eighteen year old inched his knees backwards then leaned forward, extending his moist pink tongue upward through the dampened hair-lined flanges of her pink pussy. He heard her moan around Dick's powerfully pushing prick as he moved his tongue along the tight crevice to her tiny puckered rectum where he tried to penetrate with the stiffened tip, but her sphincter muscle was too tight and resisting, so instead he simply played and teased over that sensitive flesh.
Sensations of fiery electricity filled Avis Cramer's naked body as her mouth avidly continued its erotic work on Dick's mouth-stuffing cock. Ah, the delicious sweet pungency of it was sending vibrating sensations of prurient pleasure racing through her loins, loins that were about to be invaded by another teenage cock! She wasn't sure how she had gotten herself into this position, sucking on one boy's lustfully swollen cock while another boy was about to fuck her from behind . . . licking now between the wide-spread soft moons of her buttocks and sending shooting flames of rampant desire along every nerve-ending of her body ... he didn't realize what he was doing to her, didn't have any conception of the agonized ecstasy he was causing to surge through her naked flesh as his tongue teased and played within the moist pink canyon between her ass-moons . . . and now his tongue was taunt-ing the ragged edges of her pussy!
"Aruuuggghhh . . . eeeee . . . ohhh," she moaned around the cock plunging back to the deepest recesses of her throat. What was happening to her? How had she become this lost to everything in the world except those two magnificent teenage cocks? God, if the boy didn't hurry getting his thickly pulsing cock into her cunt, she would die!
And then, at long last, she felt the heavy pulsating head of Jack's cock pressing against and into the split between her lewdly spread thighs . . . now ... it was going to come now and fill her entire cunt and send tingling sensations of exquisite joy into her cock-hungry belly . . .
Avis' buttocks unconsciously moved back-wards in eager welcome to the invading instrument of pleasure and Jack smiled. God, what a hot little number! He had known she was something special when he saw her so hungrily sucking on Dick's old cock, but this was too much! Christ, she was practically asking to be fucked! And who was he to deny her?
Jack raised up slightly, sliding in close to her once more to taunt her feverishly aroused cunt with the violent, purplish head of his long thick penis, until her lust-incited whimpers drifted back to him as he ran its insinuated knob between the lusciously moist lips of her pussy to gently tease her pulsing clitoris. Immediately, he could feel an electric-like shock jolt through her body and he heard a semi-agonized moan muffled by the cock still lunging hotly into her mouth.
Damn, she really couldn't help herself! Here was a woman genuinely carried to the brink of madness by her passions, just like the dames you always read about in those dirty books! He could tell just by the way she was uncontrollably wagging her hips and buttocks as he massaged her sensitive clitoris with his spongy cock-head. And then, prolonging his own pleasure, Jack drew it back once more to watch it trace upward through the hairless crevice of her lusciously uplifted ass. He smiled as she continued her incessant moanings around Dick's ever-plunging cock into her soft-walled mouth, and Jack probed tentatively with the rubbery tip, finally guiding it downward again to the hair-fringed split of her seethingly hot cunt.
Lustfully, the boy wedged open the moist clinging lips of her vagina and saw that her lust-lubricating secretions had given the warm pink flesh a glistening sheen, making it easy for him to worm his throbbingly anxious cock into the tight, velvety mouth poised so delectably there between her creamy smooth thighs! What a fuck this was going to be!
Avis was beside herself with the wildly frenetic passions swirling through her naked flesh. Reason had left her mind completely. All that she was conscious of were the two cocks of these teenage boys, one slithering hotly over her tongue and into her eagerly sucking mouth, the other about to invade her hotly sizzling cunt from behind! She heard Jack's pleasure-filled groan once more behind her and then felt his bulbously pulsing cock-head prodding and working in between the pulsating lips of her seething vagina, parting the sparse pubic hairs and forcing its way inside that elastically taut mouth of love!
"Aaaauuuggghhh ..." she cried, the sound coming out baffled and muffled around Dick's still reaming cock. It felt like a red-hot iron poker against the moist lips of her simmering cunt, one that would shoot sparks of fire up through her belly and breasts. "Oooohhh," she tried to cry again, feeling her soft thighs being swept still wider apart as his long, thickly throbbing cock slithered into her stretching vaginal passage relentlessly, rippling the soft pink walls of her cunt as it advanced inch by inch into her steaming cuntal channel. The solid weight of his strong young pelvis slammed at last hard against the softly pliant flesh of her buttocks, forcing her mouth down brutally onto his friend's still upthrusting young cock!
"Aaaauuuggghhh . . . eeeee," she cried again, half-choking on Dick's mouth-stuffing cock. Her entire vaginal chamber felt as though it was on fire, a raging wildfire of seething hot passions. His huge, pulsing cock seemed to be ramming deep into her belly, filling her very soul with the most exquisite ecstasy she had ever known!
Jack withdrew and thrust forward, his solid plunge whipping Avis' breath away as it telegraphed reeling sensations of erotic joy from the depths of her belly to her whirling brain. Excitedly, the boy continued to draw out and lunge forward, again and again, instantly establishing a cock-pleasing rhythm while Dick beneath her nakedness picked up the lust-driven cadence, thrusting his lust-stiffened cock upward between her luscious lips, his hands clutched in her long golden hair to hold her mouth hard and tight onto his painfully aching prick.
"Aaarrruugghh ..." she moaned again around the mouth-filling cock plunging rhythm-ically into her moist oral cavity. Suddenly then, she gagged as Dick, clutching almost savagely at her head, drove his thickened spear into the deepest recesses of her throat, its solid length disappearing between her lips to its hilt. God, it tasted so marvelously devine! The sensuously aroused blonde could feel his taut, swollen balls graze her chin, and the wiry pubic hair of his pelvis tickling the sensitive skin of her nose and pelvis tickling the sensitive skin of her nose and lips. She struggled now to breathe, taking in vast gulps of air at every outstroke of his pistoning prick.
"Ooooohhh . . . that's it, lady . . . suck it . . . aaaeeeiii . . . suck it good, sweetheart, hard, harder . . . Goddamn!" "Dick grunted as he and Jack buffeted her nakedness back and forth between them in their dual ravishment of her lust-incited young body.
Wild, screaming sensations of exquisite pleasure were racing through Avis' body faster than she could comprehend them. Impossible mounting sensations of prurient lust whipped along every raw nerve-ending of her nakedness caused by Jack's deep thrusts back there into her dilated, moistened vagina when he nudged against her cervix. And suddenly, her supple naked body, as though powered by a life and heartbeat of its own, began an unqualified internal explosion. Lewd flames of searing passion began to lick through her invaded loins . . . sublime rapture filled every cell of her madly thrasing body. The two plunging cocks had driven her to a frantic height of glorious joy that she had never known before in her entire life! Chills of lurid excitement raced over every inch of her incited flesh, even as she felt the increased rhythm of their twin rigid cocks charging sleekly into her lust-ravaged body. There was nothing else in the world for the voluptuous blonde now, nothing except the thrilling clamors of her own rapturous joy.
With a lust-impelled hunger, the heatedly aroused blonde began to suck vigorously while she screwed her buttocks backwards, aware now only of the mounting strange bliss building wildly inside her nakedly abandoned body. The fire in her belly and loins raged like fiery furnace as she continued to undulate her lushly rounded buttocks in taunting little circles, squeezing with her inner cuntal muscles at the thick stalk of lust-swollen flesh drilling mercilessly into her from behind.
She pulled that pumping boy-cock into her belly while at the same time she sucked ravenously on the slender prick stroking moistly in and out of her mouth with a series of voracious sucking sounds, her cheeks hollowing and filling with his every up and down motion, the lust-teasing pungency of it causing her again to explore its every ridge and pore with her fire-brand tongue, its tip licking hungrily at the blood-pressured spongy head and stabbing avidly into the tiny narrow-eyed split at its end.
Dear God, how she loved the sweet taste of teenage cock! How desperately she wanted it to squirt its youthful, white hot cum into her hungrily clasping mouth, wanted to gulp it and feel it pouring like white fire down her throat to fill her belly. And at the same time, she didn't want the invasion of her cunt to ever cease, wanted that cock too to flood her insides until she was completely saturated and immersed in their viscid, youthfully steaming sperm!
Beneath her nakedness, Dick's boyishly delighted expression had twisted into a grimace of building lust-pressure as he writhed and thrashed and shoved his feverishly excited loins upwards at her beautifully sucking mouth. And from behind, feeling himself rapidly climbing towards his own glorious orgasm, Jack saw his buddy about to explode, too! Dick was surely getting ready to blow his entire load into her crazily sucking mouth!
Crap, he'd never fucked a girl who could come close to this amazing lady . . . and now she was about to explode and cum herself! Her pussy was like greased velvet and his cock like a wel-oiled piston sliding in and out of that tightly clasping passage. Soon, soon, Jack realized, it would happen soon to all of them! And he began helplessly to fuck faster and faster with ever-increasing fury using harder, longer strokes until he was battering the quivering soft cheeks of her ass with an almost animalistic ferocity, his hips driving his expanding cock into her with all the power of his youthfully naked body.
"Eeeeooo . . . " Jack cried out uncontroll-ably as his strong hands gripped her waist, oozing the satiny flesh between his madly clutching fingers like white, resilient putty. His mouth had fallen open and he now drew back his lips tightly, baring his white teeth, his breath rasping harshly in short, staccato gasps as he gaped down at Avis' lewdly bucking body before him. "Aaaauuuggghhh!"
In his lust-blurred vision, he could see Dick's thickened cock disappearing into the gorgeous blonde's ravenous mouth, the licentious sight sending still more electric-like spasms of rapture through his nakedly straining young body. He tore at her soft voluptuous buttocks, stretching the pliantly yielding moons as wide apart as he could to watch the tiny mouth of her anus twitching convulsively, then staring at his long thick cock vanishing into the moist clinging folds of her pink pussy that drew outward with every outstroke then plunged back inside alongside his reaming-hard cock!
Like the lust-driven animal that he was, Jack slammed into her from behind with all the agonized passion that was raging inside of him, wishing he could get a closer view of her ruby red lips clasped warmly around Dick's passion-pi stoning cock. God, this was without question the most glorious fuck he had ever enjoyed! He and old Dick would be telling their grandsons about this one, that was for sure, not to mention all their buddies when they got down to the city!
On and on the passion-abandoned fucking continued, their swollen shafts of rigidly turgid flesh plunging into both ends of the sumptuous blonde's bent and lust-tormented body, the exquisite ecstasy they had aroused within her nakedness completely overwhelming Avis both physically and mentally. She had long since completely abandoned herself to the totally obscene rapture these two boys were triggering within her, her eyes opening and closing in a lost glaze of sublime pleasure. She sucked fiendishly and spread her satiny soft thighs wider, thrusting her buttocks higher back against Jack's passion-propelled cock.
Now, with each battering stroke, she felt with wicked delight his sperm-churning balls slapping against the erect and madly pulsing sprout of her clitoris while the pubic hair surrounding the thick base of his cock brushed tantalizingly against the sensitive inner edges of her satiny smooth buttocks.
The warm saliva in her mouth thickened then. It was becoming more and more sticky now, and she tasted the tang of the boy's initial minute secretions seeping like liquid fire from the split at the bulbous head of his cock. She could feel its spongy tip brushing at the back of her throat and his hips writhing and straining as he moved closer and closer to his sought-after climax. His fingers were locked tightly in her golden but disheveled hair and he tried to bob her head up and down even faster on his madly pulsing organ . . .
He fucked harder into her eagerly accommodating mouth now as if it were a soft-walled womb into which he would soon pump his young, lust-incited sperm. He heard her moan passionately with frenzied fervor around his mouth-stuffing instrument, and it rammed upward deep into her throat as though it were trying to make contact with the other pistoning cock fucking so greedily into her tingling hot vagina from behind . . .
"Lady . . . harder, suck harder . . . damn you . . . harder, oooohhh," Dick cried chok-ingly, the throbbing pole of his boy-flesh suddenly tensing and jerking in her mouth. He was almost there . . . almost . . . just a little bit more . . . almost there . . . "I'm going to cum . . . !"
His words, the wild passion echoing from his voice, was enough to send Avis into a trembling state of sublime anticipation, and then a moment later he let loose a flood of scalding white sperm in a thick sticky torrent that raced down her obscenely swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire! She fought for breath as she gulped the steaming nectar down deep into her hungry belly, milking his balls, the sensation of his orgasm more than enough to trigger her own!
"Hey . . . fuck back . . . fuck back hard-er, Lady . . . give it to me . . . ooohhh, let me cum!"
The sumptuously aroused blonde moaned in exquisite bliss as she felt Jack's rock-hard cock explode within her ravenously clasping cunt, shooting out great thick jets of liquid fire that seemed to splash inside her belly. His balls jammed tightly against her nakedly pulsing clitoris, causing her body to jerk spasmodically forward, driving the still squirting cock in her mouth to its hilt!
Wildly, as her own orgasm convulsed through her, she bucked her buttocks back onto the ejaculating cock behind, a maelstorm of physical rapture overwhelming her entire naked body for what seemed like an infinity of time . . . until at last, limp and exhausted, she slumped forward against the naked boy beneath her . . . her mind still reeling dizzily from the exquisite ecstasy still churning deep within her belly ...
Chapter Eight
That night was one of the longest Avis Cramer could remember. It seemed as though she had barely closed her eyes when the morning sun began to peep teasingly through the half-open drapes. Desperately, she had rifled through her brain for a solution, her thoughts constantly interrupted by the haunting events of the obscene debauchery she had undoubtedly instigated that afternoon in the park with the two strange teenage boys. Her crazy craving could never bring her anything but further horror, and destruction, too, to those around her whom she cared about: Henry and Davy.
She heard Davy come in and tiptoe down the hallway to his room and she fought desperately against the tingling hot hunger in her belly. The only answer was the most obvious one: she would have to leave there the minute Henry came back Friday night. That was only two nights away . . . she would leave then, make up some excuse, move back into the hotel if she had to, but she would leave. There was no other way out . . . she simply didn't trust herself to be able to restrain the heated demands of her own rampant desire as far as Davy was concerned . . .
Avis was preparing supper the following evening, her thoughts straying as often as not to the handsome young Davy Watson. She knew it would be difficult to get through the night . . . but then, Henry would be back tomorrow night and then she could leave, tear herself away from the destructive temptation that tortured her nights and days.
Davy's entrance interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, that smells delicious, whatever it is!" he exclaimed, thundering through the kitchen towards the adjacent laundry room clad only in a soft terry towel.
Avis' heart leapt up into her throat! God, didn't he know what he was doing, coming in on her dressed - or, undressed! - like that! Didn't he know that his near-nakedness would incite impossible flames of desire deep down in her hungry loins? God, she had to keep herself from crying out, had to try to steady her knees and her hands! The youthful developing muscles of his chest rippled beneath his skin as he emerged from the laundry room holding a pair of jeans, a lame smile on his face as he explained, "Just wanted to get my jeans out of the dryer. Is something wrong, Avis?"
"N-no . . . nothing ..." God, she had to stop it right there! She had to tear her eyes away from his virile young naked chest, from the whispish dark hairs on his tanned young arms and thighs, from the emerging bulge in the front of the towel! "D-do you have any homework, young man?"
"Sure . . . some."
"Then perhaps you'd better get started on it," she said rather more sharply than she would have liked. His surprise at her tone of voice was evident, but beneath that surprise was a secret pleasure that registered only in his eyes, which she was avoiding. It had worked, he murmured to himself. He had purposely come in with just a towel to cover his nakedness so that his plan would work, so that she would get all hot and bothered . . .yes, old Bruce was surely going to get an eye-full tonight! If only he could keep her this keyed up until after supper ...
"Ok . . . just give a yell when dinner is ready."
Dear God, Avis exclaimed silently! All of her determined resolutions were suddenly beginning to crumble within her! She had been afraid of spending even this one night alone in the house with such a delectable youngster . . . and she found now that he fears were fully justified! Oh, how was she ever going to last until tomorrow night when Henry came home?
At dinner, Davy knew that his plan had worked. Images of his near nakedness had filled her brain all during the afternoon hours until she called him to eat and when he had gone out to join her, she'd had that warm, exciting expression on her beautiful face that was an unmistakable sign of her rising tide of arousal. Yes, he could tell there was a fever raging in her loins just by the way her eyes travelled up and down his body and followed his every movement like magnets!
And then, as if to clinch it, when he had held her chair for her at the table, she grasped his arm and pulled him down, kissing him hotly on the mouth and telling him what a handsome, delectable young darling he was! Damn, his old cock had nearly jumped right out of his pants then and there!
All the same, he didn't want to take any chances. He couldn't afford to be humiliated in front of Bruce Noble, so he had offered to fix her more drinks after dinner and helped with the dishes. He was pleased to note that every so often she would put her arm around his waist and hug him tightly to her, until he could feel her firm, rounded tit flattening softly against his arm! More than a dozen times he caught her surreptitiously glancing down at the now perpetual bulge in the front of his pants, her simmering blue eyes always getting that ravenously hungry glaze.
God, it made him tingle all the way down to his balls when she looked at him with such blatent erotic hunger, because all the youth could think of was the way she had so gluttonously sucked him and put his turgid cock right inside her juicy little pussy! Still, there was a certain apprehensive tightness within him that he couldn't help because he knew what he and Bruce had planned for that night was as wrong as anything could be. God, if she ever found out . . . and if his Dad ever found out . . . that would surely be the end of him! He'd be sent away to some God-awful place where they would lock him up and throw away the key!
Still, he simply couldn't help himself. Every single time her hand touched his arm or brushed against his thigh, he got that crazy wild feeling in his belly, and his cock was already so hard that it actually hurt! And he had never felt quite like that before. Sure, he had gotten excited watching dirty movies downtown, but never anything to match the way he was excited right now!
And then, suddenly, he heard himself describing in couched terms a dirty movie he had seen last week, saying that the guy was really "getting it on" with a horny blonde nurse . . . and she had gotten even more excited! Damn if she didn't start asking him questions with her eyes all sparkly and gleaming, her little pink tongue sometimes coming out to play mischiev-ously along her lips!
"W-who do you go to these movies with, darling?" she had questioned in a rasping, husky voice.
"Oh . . . just some of the guys."
"Well, you'll h-have to invite s-some of 'the guys' over one of these nights," she responded, smiling with unmistakable lechery down at his handsome young face. "I-I'd love to meet them . . . maybe we could rent o-one of t-those movies . . . and have a little . . . party . . . what do you say?"
"G-God . . . s-sure ... I b-bet they'd I-love it!" he managed to stammer, wondering just what kind of party she had in mind.
After dinner, they had gone into the living room and turned on the TV, but neither of them was really watching it. Davy sipped at a coke while mixing Avis martini after martini, until it was nearly ten o'clock. Bruce ought to be safely hidden in the closet by now . . .
The fourteen year-old yawned, getting slowly to his feet and saying something about reading for a while before he went to sleep.
"Yes, darling ... it is getting late, isn't it?" she half-whispered, her blazing azure eyes like two lustrous jewels as she let them roam over his virile young body. "I'll just clean up in here a bit . . . then I'll come in to say good-night ... ok, little lover?"
Little lover! She was hooked! Davy tried to swallow his heart back down out of his throat. That was the sure cue and he knew it all to well! Jesus, he was going to bust right through his pants he was so excited. And he saw that her eyes were fixed on that bulging, struggling rod of flesh that was captured within his jeans!
With a distinct quiver in his voice, he managed to reply. "Y-yeah ... I would like that, Avis . . . very much ..."
Avis had reached a state of lecherous desire so profound that while she moved around the living room turning off lights, she was completely unaware of what she was doing! The only thing occupying her mind were elaborate visions of that beautiful young boy's naked body and the pleasure it was going to bring to her! In the carnal spell that Davy had purposely helped to weave around her crumbling resistence, she moved slowly out of the living room, checking to be sure windows and doors were locked, before moving off down the hallway.
She no longer had any qualms nor any thoughts of Henry Watson. In her liquor-steeped brain, only the most liscivious cravings of her lust had any room. As she reached her room and began to undress, the mere touch of her own soft hand against her tingling, velvety skin was enough to set flames of passion swirling through her belly . . .
Chapter Nine
Henry's flight had been delayed for over an hour, during which time he found himself irritably pacing back and forth in front of the gate. But now, in his seat with his belt fastened and a martini in his hand, he began to relax. He was glad that this business in Washington hadn't taken as long as he had anticipated so that he found himself able to leave a day early. Moreover, he didn't have to be back until Monday afternoon! Wouldn't Avis and Davy be surprised to see him tonight instead of tomorrow night! God, now he'd have three and a half days with her instead of merely two!
God, she was a beautiful woman . . . there was no question in the young father's mind that the love he had felt for her so long ago was still excitingly alive within him. Davy loved her too, and that was important. There was no doubt at all in his mind that they would all be blissfully happy together. He knew that she would marry him . . . oh, it might take him a little time to talk her into the idea of marrying again after her disastrous relationship with her ex-husband . . . but, sooner or later, he knew she would succumb . . .
Damn! He could hardly wait to wrap his arms around her again!
Bruce moved with unexpected agileness in the shadows behind the house, easing in through the window that Davy had purposely left open for him. He had gone immediately into the closet as he heard footsteps coming down the hallway . .
then emerged briefly when he saw that it was only the kid.
"Hey - get back in there!" Davy had whispered.
"Aw, relax, kid, will ya?"
And then they had both heard more footsteps and Bruce had quickly ducked back into the closet. None too soon, he reasoned as he saw the bedroom door open through a crack in the closet door.
He took a deep, gasping breath when he first saw her. Damn! The kid wasn't kidding! And look at her - she was wearing one of those flimsy black see-through numbers and she didn't have a stitch on beneath it! He could even see the golden hair surrounding her precious little cunt . . . and her tits! God, he had never seen such magnificent tits, not even in pictures or dirty movies! Damn, the kid really did know what he was talking about after all! Never, never had he seen a broad with such a scrumptious body! Just looking at her drove his cock into leaping, jerking hardness within his trousers!
He watched her move into the room and his jerking cock began to struggle against the confines of his jeans as she seemed to glide across the floor, her voluptuous body becoming more clearly visible through the sheer material of her gown. He felt as though he could almost reach out and touch her full, lushly rounded tits and the puffy, golden-haired cunt between her sensuously firm thighs . . . Jesus! What wouldn't he give to get his cock into that delicious hunk of woman!
He saw Davy sitting on the bed and even from the closet he could see that his cock was straining, aching and bulging to get at her!
Davy had shed his shirt and trousers when he had heard Avis walking down the hallway towards his room so that now he sat on the bed clad in nothing but his undershorts. He was well aware that his buddy was watching every move from his position in the closet, but at the first sight of Avis he suddenly didn't give a damn! All he could think of was the gorgeous sight of Avis moving slowly towards him, her entire voluptuous body clearly visible to his feasting eyes through the flimsy fabric of her gown. God, he could almost choke he was so tight inside.
And then she stopped, not one foot away from him. "Take off your shorts, darling. Let me see your wonderful cock!" she hissed, slowly removing her gown and letting it slide off of her soft shoulders onto the floor. Now she stood before him, completely naked, the most beautiful and desirable woman he had ever seen in his whole life!
Davy obeyed the scrumptuous blonde immediately, standing to slide his shorts down over his lean, youthful legs as she watched, her eyes misty with lust, as his aching shaft of solidly excited flesh seemed to leap out towards her. Then, she moved closer and dropped slowly onto her knees in front of him, her face almost level with his rigidly throbbing stalk of teenage hardness.
"Sit down, my beautiful little darling," she crooned breathlessly. "Oh ... it looks so beautiful tonight ... so long and hard and wonderful," she gasped, moving one hand out to gently caress the object of her passion. Finally her tender hand slid down to his churning balls, cupping them tenderly as she squatted back onto her haunches obscenely, pressing her golden head forward until her hungry mouth slipped over the bulbous end of his cock and her fingers skinned back his foreskin. "Ummmmm," she murmured as her tongue played over his cock-head while he sat there looking down at her head, wildly entranced by the sight of her beautiful face sucking him. Damn, it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him, more exciting even than all those horny daydreams he used to have!
Bruce, still wide-eyed in the closet, could hardly believe what his eyes told him was the truth. She was actually sucking on his goddamn little cock! On her knees, with her sensuous ass at an angle to him, he could almost reach out and touch those sumptuous orbs - and, between her spreading thighs, he could even see her pendulously full tits! His own cock was almost as long and hard as it would go and beginning to throb madly just watching them! Watching her head bob lewdly back and forth, her lips clasped lustfully around Davy's thickened cock while she fondled his balls was like magic to the voyeuristic youth in the closet . . . the kid had only told the God's honest truth after all!
And then, as he watched, the gorgeous blonde was on her feet again, pushing Davy back onto the bed, and whispering huskily but loud enough for Bruce to hear.
"Would you like to try something a little different tonight, my little darling?"
"S-sure ..."
"Would you like to lick my pussy . . . suck on it, just like I've been sucking on you?"
Man, this was much too much! Bruce felt his own breath choke in his throat and he could tell, just by looking, that young Davy was as astounded as he was!
"I . . . I . . . y-yeah ... oh y-yeah, Avis.
"Then lie down, darling ... lie down ..."
Bruce hardly realized that he had by now released his own cock from the confines of his trousers and was slowly stroking it back and forth in his hand. He was watching Davy stretch out naked on the bed, his face pale and his lips trembling even as his eyes were bulging out of his little head. Like his younger buddy, Bruce gaped in breathless anticipation as the voluptuous blonde climbed onto the bed beside her fourteen year old lover, her beautiful tits swaying and jouncing as she lifted one leg over the kid's long, lean body, spreading those lusciously smooth white thighs and kneeing her way slowly up to his lust-mesmerized young face!
"My God," Bruce murmured as quietly as he could, subconsciously stroking his own lust-hardened pole of virile teenage flesh as Avis smoothed her soft hands down over her voluptuous hips and thighs, her knees snug to Davy's armpits, her golden-fringed cunt right above his face so that the lucky little bastard could probably see all the way up to her belly! Christ, what a lucky little devil he is, Bruce thought to himself!
Avis Cramer could feel delicious twinges of erotic joy spreading throughout her nakedly exposed loins as she hovered teasingly over the astonished naked youth below. His innocent fascination only added to her deliciously depraved craving, she realized, as she stared down at his wide dark eyes. She reached for his hands and slowly brought their backs in contact with the warm satiny flesh of her sensitive inner thighs, ever inching them upwards until they could go no further . . . until their sweaty palms were almost joined to her glistening pink pussy flanges between them. "Ummmmm . . . now, my little lover," she hissed provocatively, "take your thumbs and spread it open ... so you won't miss anything!"
Davy, of course, obeyed her instantly. "That's it, darling . . . good . . . ooooohhhhh . . . yes . . . uuummmmmmm," the sumptuous blonde whispered, trying to look down to watch as the inexperienced but determined youth drew her snugly moist cuntal lips away from each other, his eyes like wet marbles bulging out of his face. "Yes, my little lover ... all the way open . . . spread it ... so that you can see it all!"
Bruce heard his own panting breath as this lustfully erotic panorama was revealed before his astounded young eyes. He grasped more tightly at his cock at the salacious sight of her glistening cuntal flanges opening like a blossoming flower before him, right above Davy Watson's flushed little face! He could see all of it, just like he had seen in pictures, only this was so much more exciting because it was real - real live pink pussy flesh nakedly exposed to his feasting eyes!
"Now . . . kiss it, my wonderful darling boy . . . lick and kiss my cunt, please!" Bruce heard Avis whisper hoarsely to young Davy Watson, her luscious loins already beginning to undulate slightly in passion-inspired anticipa-tion.
Davy paused briefly, his breath seeming to catch somewhere near the back of his throat. He could already smell the sweet womanly fragrance of her moistly glistening cunt only inches above his face, and he wanted nothing more than to spear his fiery tongue into that velvety soft flesh so nakedly enticing above him. But before he could begin, he felt her move and heard her voice saying, "Wait, Davy ... let me turn around so I can kiss your wonderful cock while you're kissing my cunt!"
The spasms of lecherous lust permeating Avis's lust-hungry body were almost more than she could bear. Nothing else seemed to matter now but her complete and total possession of this wonderfully handsome naked youth beneath her. With his delicious little cock, she could endure anything, be anything, become anything. Her insides felt like they were being completely devoured by the fires of her lust as she turned herself on top of him, drawing her knees up to spread her buttocks wider over his flushed young face. Then, with provocative slowness, she lowered her loins while her eyes locked on the virile pole of his lust-hardened flesh before her face.
With two loving fingers, Avis raised his cock to let her moist tongue play up and down the length of his rigidly turgid shaft. She drew the foreskin up as far as it would go, then pressed the tip of her tongue inside, forcing it downward along the sensitive underside of his cock. She felt the boy lurch spasmodically beneath her nakedness and then she sensed his hands moving up her hot, sensitive inner thighs towards her anxiously throbbing cunt. His thumb and forefinger worked once more, spreading her luscious cuntal lips apart . . . she held her breath . . . any second now . . .
"Ooooooooohhh," she moaned as she felt his breath and then a tentative swipe of his fire-filled tongue against her fevered cuntal flesh . . . and then, his braver movement to the oily marble of her erectly pulsing clitoris!
Davy couldn't believe that he was really exploring her velvety warm cuntal flesh with his own tongue! Nor could Bruce believe it as he gaped wide-eyed from the closet, his own cock like a log between his fingers, his loins beginning to jerk convulsively in his frustration. He could tell that Davy was indulging in a veritable feast just by the half smothered moans escaping from his lips and he wished like hell that he could take the boy's place!
But at that moment, Davy wouldn't have traded places with anyone in the world! God, it was heaven to feel the warm softness of her satiny cuntal flesh against his fiery-hot tongue!
Her loins were lowered so far now that he didn't even have to lift his face, and he heard himself moaning in half-smothered cries as he eagerly explored the warm, damp velvety flesh excitedly with his deliciously licking tongue! The taste of her dribbled down it, an aromatic perfumy taste that was Avis alone to the young boy's lust-tortured mind.
And as his tongue played new games with her satiny cuntal flesh, so hers played with equal lustful excitement over his turgidly throbbing cock . . . God, it was all so much better than he had expected it would be! So much more exciting, so much more scintillating ... he knew that what they were doing was wicked and forbidden, but he didn't care and he couldn't have helped himself even if he did care!
Bruce had dropped to his knees and was pulling at his cock with a feverish excitement. He had reached a state of animal lust the likes of which he had never imagined in all of his sixteen years! The absolutely salacious spectacle of the gorgeous blonde straddling Davy's nakedness so she could lick and suck and tease at the boy's cock while his own face was buried in the moistly glistening folds of her cunt, licking and playing obscenely as he clutched at her ass, had driven him to a fury of frustrated lust that he simply couldn't handle.
As he feverishly stroked at his painfully aching cock, he knew that he simply couldn't sit back in the closet, a mere spectator, any longer!
If he didn't get his rocks off, and soon, he would explode, his whole body shattering into a thousand tiny pieces that would fly all over the place like shooting stars!
He had just slithered to the edge of the bed when he heard Davy cry out lustfully in the torrid excitement of his impending orgasm. "Avis . . . I'm gonna cum . . . cum . . . aaaa-uuuuggggghhh . . . cummmmmmmm!"
And then Bruce saw, from less than a foot away, the jerking, convulsing spectacle of his loins pumping feverishly towards the sumptuous blonde's eagerly sucking face, her lips clasped tightly around his spewing hot cock. He saw her cheeks balloon and hollow in her effort to swallow every last ounce of the precious scalding stream jetting down her throat, her hands clutching at his sinewy young buttocks to pull them harder against her face. Bruce heard her groan as she continued to suck hungrily, her throat visibly swallowing his flood of scalding semen, which now began to overflow and dribble down her chin in thin white streams . . .
Her lips were still clasped around his now deflated rod of virile boy-flesh and she was swirling her tongue around the still throbbing head and licking it to extract every last ounce of its precious juices . . . when she saw a strange figure panting breathlessly at the foot of the bed, a strange teenage figure clutching and stroking at his hard length of sizzling boy-cock that jutted lewdly out of his trousers!
"M-my G-God . . . w-what . . . ?" she began to stammer in undisguised disbelief and shock.
"Bruce!" Davy cried, raising his head to look around Avis's spread buttocks above his face. "What the hell . . . ?" Davy, in the mindless passion of his lust, had forgotten all about Bruce Noble being hidden in the closet. Now he was reminded in no uncertain terms. God, how was he going to wriggle out of this one? Avis would never forgive him . . . never . . .
Chapter Ten
"Oh my God," Avis repeated, swiping her small pink tongue at her lip to sweep the viscid string of moisture into her mouth, her eyes staring hungrily at the peeking white stalk of blood-filled flesh that poked through the boy's open fly. He had undoubtedly been watching them, playing with himself as he became more and more excited, she reasoned. Why or how he had come there never entered her mind ... all she knew was that he was there . . . with his hardened young cock all thick and throbbing and anxious!
"Damn you, Bruce," Davy muttered, tears of rage bubbling into his eyes. "Get the hell out of here!"
"I-is he a friend of yours?" she asked in an almost hushed whisper.
"Hell, he's no friend of mine, not any more!"
"Now hold on, kid! Remember -" "Ok, please . . . stop squabbling," Avis interrupted, her eyes feasting on his longer, thicker pole of beautiful cock flesh so invitingly poised not one foot away from her wide-eyed face. And then, half turning to Davy, she whispered, "It's ok, darling ... if he's a friend of yours -" "He's not!"
" - then . . . well . . . maybe we three could have a little . . . party? What do you say?" Avis could feel the fires of her unsatisfied lust seeming to consume her entire naked body, every nerve ending raw with excited lust as she gazed longingly at the turgid pole of flesh protruding from the boy's trousers before her. A strange lurid thrill of depraved desire swept through her, causing her breath to begin to come in ragged, panting spurts which, in turn, caused her voluptuously full breasts to sway and jiggle provocatively.
Bruce was too elated to speak. God, he had never dreamed that she would be saying what she was saying! He couldn't believe that she would actually be willing to do it with both of them as her words and face seemed to imply . . . his mouth was hanging open in amazement, his cock struggling to grow even larger from the new intensity of his excitement, when he heard her speak.
"It's ok, Bruce . . . g-go ahead . . . t-take your clothes off . . . and come u-up on the bed."
Avis couldn't recall what happened next. Not even when she struggled over the events the next day could she focus her mind on what followed her lewd invitation to the strange, hulking teenage boy who had so suddenly and mysteriously appeared in the bedroom. All she could recall was the sight of the boy standing there, stark naked, his hands on his narrow boyish hips as he arched his back and buttocks forward, while she sucked nearly all of it into her cock-hungry mouth! She rested there on one hand while the other cupped and fondled his cum-laden testicles . . . just as she had done to Davy only moments before!
God, it tasted so good! Her lips were ovalled tightly around it, her cheeks going in and out as she moved her head back and forth, the pink flesh of her inner lips pulled out when she sucked up off, then disappearing as she moved her face forward, taking all but just a tiny stretch at its base into her hungrily eager mouth!
Davy didn't know which emotion was strongest within him, pain or the strange, desperate frustrations the lewd scene was setting off in his loins. It was agonizing to watch his own special woman sucking at his older buddy's mouth-stuffing cock . . . and yet, at the same time, it was oddly exciting, erotically fas-cinating, setting off wave after wave of prurient desire within his own recently satisfied cock. He could feel that formerly flaccid instrument becoming harder and harder as he watched, wide-eyed, the lust-provoking sight before him!
Davy's reactions hadn't gone unnoticed.
Avis knew what he must be feeling, but knew at the same time that she simply couldn't stop sucking on this magnificantly torrid instrument clasped so tightly between her hungry lips as his head bobbed back and forth along its fiery-hot length. And then, she had seen Davy in the mirror, watching them, growing more and more excited! This realization sent a new crashing thrill of erotic ecstasy through her loins . . . and abruptly, she knew what was going to happen next, what she was going to make happen!
Bruce's feverishly hard rod of lust-propelled flesh had suddenly begun to pulsate warmly in her mouth as he strained and arched his loins forward, while Avis lustfully reached back between her spread thighs to grasp Davy's re-hardened cock, drawing and rubbing its rubbery tip between the moist lips of her cunt and causing the boy to gasp and to jerk beneath her. Then, she insinuated the head between the little ridges of pink, tender flesh on either side of her vagina and lowered her soft, hair-framed loins onto it, feeling its long hot length slide up into her lust-lubricated channel with the gentle delight of a probing finger.
"Ooooooohhh . . . aaaarrrrggghhh ..." she moaned in the growing delirium of her exquisite ecstasy.
Henry Watson was exhausted after his journey as he let himself in through the front door with his key. It was late, he knew, and Avis might very well have gone to bed already. But perhaps she hadn't. The thought of seeing that delectabiy exciting creature gave him a new energy he didn't realize he possessed as he put his suitcase down just inside the door. Merely the mental image of her succulent loveliness sent shivers of erotic desire through the handsome father . . . well, the house seemed dark and quiet . . . perhaps she was asleep after all . . .
What a surprise it would be for her in the morning to see him across the breakfast table!
Henry hung up his coat and picked up his suitcase, turning to walk down the hallway towards his bedroom. He hadn't taken two steps when he heard a strange noise . . . almost like a wailing animal . . .
The distracted father took a few more steps . . . those strange moans seemed to float down the hallway towards him . . . coming from . . . Davy's bedroom? Was something wrong? Was the boy ill? Where was Avis?
And then, suddenly, Henry's question was answered. As he drew closer to the boy's bedroom door, he heard her voice coming clearly from within.
"Ooooooohhhhh . . . aaaarrrgghh ..."
Avis . . . and Davy? No ... it couldn't be . . . impossible . . . she wouldn't ... he couldn't . . . Lecherously, Avis began to raise and lower her buttocks while Davy watched with lifted head to see his achingly hard cock vanish inside the pink viscid flesh of her moist cuntal passage. Immediately, he could feel the snug satiny walls of her womanly sanctuary close tightly around his invading spear of turgid flesh, her hot channel pulling and sucking at it just as her mouth had done before. Then, she began to undulate her buttocks in tight little circles as she pressed down onto it, her ass-cheeks massaging the tingling flesh of his pelvis. God ... he was really fucking her now!
"Damn . . . hot damn," Bruce gasped, and the sumptiously excited blonde felt the urgent flexing of his muscles as she taunted his rigid cock with her erotically working tongue and lips, the carnal delight adding feverish intensity to her own excitement. He was close, very close to his climaxing explosion, and she drew her nails beneath his balls while she increased the pace of her heaving loins absorbing her sweet Davy's slender cock inside the sensitive, moist hole of love between her lewdly spread thighs.
Now she sucked harder and harder . . . and fucked onto Davy's cock harder and faster . . . she was approaching her own climax now, too . . . never, never had she been so gloriously exalted and erotically excited in all her life! What a mind-blinding explosion this was going to be!
She moaned deliriously in her depraved bliss as she felt Bruce's straining loins jerk, the head of his cock expanding in her voraciously sucking mouth. And then it came, shooting in thick hot streams down her throat - his precious scalding semen! Again and again he spewed his creamy hot jism into her lasciviously swallowing throat . . . pumping his deliciously bittersweet cum down into her belly ... the pungent nectar increasing the tormenting pressure in her own belly that demanded explosive and immediate relief! Oh, if only she could cum . . . just a few moments longer . . .
Hazily, she watched Bruce stumble back-wards after he had rolled off the bed, drained and exhausted but happy, very, very happy. She tried to turn her head around to watch the lust-provoking sight of her darling little Davy fucking into her from behind . . . and then, she knew what she had to do! Her deliciously exquisite orgasm was so close ... so close . . . and she knew exactly how to bring it off without any further delay!
Suddenly, she scrambled around on the bed, lifting one leg over Davy's protesting form and scurrying around to wedge between his lean, youthful thighs, her lovely, lust-flushed face just above the glistening shaft of his passion-pulsing cock.
"I've got to taste it once more, darling . . . uuummmmmm ..." she hissed. "I need your cock in my mouth . . . need to taste its lovely sweetness . . . oooohhhh," she choked huskily, taking the shaft at its base between two fingers and beginning immediately to lick up and down the cunt-moistened rod of his throbbing flesh.
"Oooohhhh . . . eeeeee . . . God, Avis . . . don't stop . . . don't stop . . . God, I'm getting so close ..." Davy moaned, his face twisted with the agony of his exquisite joy. Henry had stood in the doorway for what seemed like an eternity, but had probably not been longer than five or ten minutes. The sight of them all naked, of Avis' beautifully sculpted body straddling that of his own naked fourteen year old son, was too much for the shattered, shocked father. He watched with wide-eyed disbelief as his boy's slender cock had streaked in and out of her rhythmically undulating loins while at the same time she grotesquely sucked at the thicker, longer cock of Bruce Noble. It was the most salaciously depraved sight he had ever seen.
At first, Henry thought he would kill them all, Avis and his son especially. And then, as the lurid scene continued, an almost bewitching sense of helplessness had overwhelmed the amazed father and he had stumbled against the doorframe for support, gaping still at the lewd orgy being performed before him. His rage boiled inside him, but right alongside that rage was a familiar but long unfelt stirring. His own cock, he quickly realized, was beginning to swell within his trousers! It was almost as if, shocked and dismayed as he was, he wanted to join them, join in the lustful ravishment of Avis Cramer's erotically excited naked body! God, she was gorgeous . . . beautiful . . . satiny-skinned . . . voluptuously contoured . . .
"Jesus . . . Davy! It's your old man!" Bruce suddenly shrieked, bringing Henry out of his trance and effectively stopping the lurid action taking place on the bed.
Davy's mouth flew open as he turned his head.
Avis continued as if she hadn't heard a word, which, in fact, she hadn't!
"D-dad! I ... oh God ... I'm sorry . . . but I-I c-can't . . . can't s-stop now . . . but I'll explain in a m-minute . . . it's not really her fault, honest!"
Henry stared in mesmerized disbelief at his lust-bewitched son, startled to realize that, even after his son's tortured plea, Avis still acted as though she was totally ignorant of his presence! Wantonly, she continued her erotic sucking of Davy's pumping young cock and finger the moist, pink slit of her feverishly excited cunt!
Well, Henry vowed, I'll show her that I'm here! And in no uncertain terms!
His lengthy shaft of flesh jerked solidly as he stripped off his clothing, oblivious of the naked teenager standing by, gaping with astonished disbelief at the ensuing scene. Bruce watched silently as Henry Watson took his own expanding rod of man-flesh in his hand, lewdly stroking the foreskin back from the spongy, bulbous head, moving then behind Avis' obscenely upraised buttocks.
Suddenly, Avis felt the presence on the bed behind her. She thought at first that it was Bruce, returning to the scene of his former triumph for more. His was probably hard again from watching, and now he would slip into her from behind just like Jack had done the day before. Ummmm . . . she would feel that delicious cock-presence in her cunt once more and that would surely drive her to the long delayed explosion of her orgasm!
But then, suddenly, as she felt hands clutching at her smoothly rounded hips, holding her vice-like, his pelvis thrusting forward against her anus, she realized that the cock attempting to invade her rear passage couldn't be Bruce's cock - this one was much too big. In the mesmerized entrancement of her mind-blinding lust, she had hardly felt his finger probing at the tight crinkly hole of her anus before his cock had attempted to penetrate that virginal channel . . . but now she realized that the strange cock behind her was not only aimed at her defenseless little rectum, but was pressuring and nudging to gain entrance to that resisting little hole!
Dear God, what was happening?
She jerked her head upright, away from Davy's madly pulsing prick, and twisted it back to look at the figure behind her . . .
It was . . . my God . . . "HENRY!"
"So . . . you have finally realized that I'm here," he hissed angrily. "And I know, from watching your performance here, that you really prefer boy-cocks ... but I think it's time you found out what a real man-sized cock can feel like!"
"Oh Henry . . . dear God ... oh, please ..." the stupified blonde moaned in shame and humiliation, feeling the belly-bursting pressure of his blood-thickened cock burrowing even now into her nether hole as he lunged his pelvis forward. She felt his strong fingers digging into the tender white flesh of her hips and knew that there would be no stopping him, no denying him this ultimate invasion of her naked body. She had heard about rectal sex before, but had always believed it to be perverted and disgusting . . . yet, now that it was actually happening to her, now that Henry's cock was actually slithering into her previously uninvaded rear passage, it didn't seem to do bad after all!
Or perhaps it was simply the forbidden aspect of sodomy that began to send strange twinges of excitement shivering along her spine . . .
And then, suddenly, a shocking, startling, exciting realization struck the tempestuously excited blonde: she loved them! Both Henry and his darling young son, loved them as she had never loved before in her whole life! Davy still lay beneath her, his slender young cock still hard and throbbing, his beautiful young body waiting for her to caress and fondle it, tears slowly forming in his darling young eyes!
Gently, she grasped his rigid rod of lust-swollen flesh and smiled at him, her brain whirling in the entranced excitement wrought by the man-cock storming now in a steady rhythm in and out of her virginal rectum! He had managed to impale himself to the hilt in her time and time again and she felt an increased intensity of the excitement tearing along every raw nerve-ending of her naked flesh! God ... it was beautiful! Really beautiful! Never before in her whole life had she felt an erotic pleasure which could compare to the rapidly mounting pleasure now invading her entire body!
She felt Davy lurch beneath her as she bent her head to kiss the tender, exposed head of his cock, playing with its tip over and over again with her tongue, then finally ovalling her lips to suck down onto it as his hand came over to tangle in her long golden hair.
Oh God . . . how could anything be this exciting? She had become addicted to her lustful craving for Davy . . . and now that was beginning to be matched by her lustful craving for his father! For the first time in her life she actually wanted a grown man, wanted his long hard thick length of virile invading flesh within her! She loved them both . . . father and son . . . and she would be good to them both, loving them with all the power she possessed!
Davy could hardly understand what was happening. And as soon as Avis' tongue and mouth touched his cock again, he stopped caring! He knew that his dad was giving it to her in the ass because he could see in the mirror. And that picture only added fuel to the already blazing fire of his own teenage lust! Somehow, he knew it was going to be all right between Avis and his father, even if they didn't know it yet themselves. They'd probably get married or something, and then she would come to live with them and she would suck him a million times a day while he licked and kissed her gloriously perfumed pussy flesh!
Henry, for his part, stared at the lewd sight of Avis' bobbing head over his own son's thrusting loins. He, too, looked in the mirror then to see her lushy ruby lips clasped hotly around his son's young cock, her hand reaching down now to gently cup and tease his swollen balls. It sent a lurid chill of strange excitement through him as he knew that his son was rapidly approaching a devastating climax of sublime passion. God ... is this what he wanted for his own son? The boy had lost his youthful innocence to this lusciously excited blonde . . . his whole world had been turned upside down . . . and maybe that was ok . . . maybe it was better this way . . . better that he knew the woman bringing his son to his first sexual happiness . . . and she was truly fond of the boy, there was no denying that . . . what better way to initiate him to the joys of sex than with a woman who truly cared for him?
And was it so impossible to think that she could love both Davy and himself! As good as she was for the boy, could she not also be as good - if not better - for the father? Henry felt certain somehow, deep in his belly, that she loved him and that she would marry him. Ah, their lives could be beautiful together ... the three of them . . .
He felt Avis' rectal muscles then tighten around his long thick cock buried in the warmly mysterious depths of her asshole, making it throb wildly, frantically, straining towards the release which had to come. And then the rounded smooth cheeks of her ass began an increasingly fevered grinding back against him, a slow undulation at first that rapidly became faster and faster. He groaned as he felt her tightly clasping rectal channel convulse and tighten even more around his fiery-hot cock, while he moved in and out of her, watching the pinkish flesh of her lewdly stretching rectum still clinging to his pulsating pole of rock-hard flesh as he drew out, then disappeared back inside with his every inward thrust.
"Mmmmmmm . . . oooooooohhhhh . . . aaaaaahhhhhh ..." she moaned around Davy's sweet-tasting, slender cock brushing at the back of her throat, while Henry shoved in as far as he could from behind, pulling the satiny white spheres of her buttocks wide apart, allowing him to go even deeper and just holding it there for several long moments, his blood-enlarged cock entombed to his cum-bursting balls in her salaciously stretched passage.
"Arugh . . . oooohhhh . . . eeeee . . . aaaauuuu ..." Henry couldn't restrain his obscene grunts and groans of exquisite pleasure. Again, his eyes locked on his hardened cock disappearing entirely into the grotesquely stretched anal opening centered between her smooth, satiny ass-cheeks. His passion increased and so the tempo of his ass-filling lunges into her increased and he felt her screwing wantonly back against his driving cock, hungrily sucking all of it into the hotly clutching confines of her rectal channel, tiny pleading mewls of devine passion beginning to tumble in profusion from her lips.
"Ooooohhhhh ... my darling . . . fuck it . . . fuck it hard . . . "she moaned around the still thrusting cock in her mouth. Suddenly, she felt the boy beneath her jerk and spasm and then ... his scalding stream of hotly spewing sperm was jetting to the back of her throat. Eagerly, she swallowed every last ounce of his lust-propelled juices, her cheeks puffing in and out in her erotic efforts. It seemed like a never-ending stream of deliciously pungent fire flowing along her tongue and down her throat to her hungry belly . . . and it was just the provocation she needed to trigger her own long-awaited climax!
Her hips drove furiously backwards as his furiously plunging cock worked with almost brutal strokes deeper and deeper into her tightly clenching rectum, causing her to strain and groan as the pressure reached its glorious peak and burst like an erupting volcano!
Avis had never realized such a mind-shattering orgasm with a grown man in her life. Lights seemed to burst brightly in the back of her head . . . pinwheels of blinding, flashing lights . . . every muscle in her naked body seemed to convulse with the wracking spasm of her glory . . . her body quivered and spasmed in an orgasm that seemed to go on and on and on in sheer ecstatic bliss. And then, another wave of the sublime ecsatsy swept over her as she felt the cock stuffed into her ass expanding . . . and then exploding with its heatedly squirting semen that seemed to set fire to her belly as it poured forth, wave after wave of the creamy hot liquid bursting into her convulsing rectal passage.
She heard Henry gasp again and again . . . until at last, he uttered one satisfied sigh of delirious delight . . . and then she felt him falling back away from her, his now deflating cock sliding from her still clinging ass with a lewd wet sucking sound . . .
This was heaven, Avis declared to herself. Or, at least, as close as she would ever come to it!
Chapter Eleven
Avis and Henry and Davy had forgotten all about young Bruce Noble, who had stood by watching the erotically exciting love-feast among them with ever-widening eyes, his young hands once again lustfully stroking his own length of penile flesh until it had become hard and pulsingly erect once more. When it was all over, he had crept softly towards the bed, not sure whether he would be welcome or not, not even sure that he knew precisely what he wanted to do, but knowing that he had to do something to relieve the painful aching in his blood-pressured cock!
They had all welcomed him into their bed. It had been a long night for them all, experimenting with one fascinating sexual variation after another. In the morning, weak-kneed from his adventures and from lack of sleep, he had stumbled off towards home, knowing that his aunt and uncle wouldn't have missed him . . . wondering if that magical night of erotic discovery and debauchery would ever be repeated again . . .
Henry and Avis and Davy slept together until late the next morning. And then, while Davy slept on, Henry and Avis showered together, their warm wet hands eagerly exploring the hidden secrets and treasures of their naked bodies. Avis had never been fucked in the shower before . . . Henry, for his part, had never felt a woman's soft wet lips around his cock while the warm water cascaded down over his nakedly heated flesh . . .
And then, over coffee, they made plans for the future, their future together.
Henry managed a warm if tired smile. And then he leaned over the table to kiss her. Finally, he asked the question that had been on his mind all night, a question he hoped he already knew the answer to.
"Darling . . . beautiful Avis . . . will you marry me?" He smiled again, warmly clasping her hand between his. "Please say yes, my darling . . . and help me make a real home for my son."
Avis felt a twinge of desire flickering in her loins once again as Henry's mouth came down to softly kiss her hand. It was a mistake, she realized, not to have married him years ago when she had the chance. Then, they could have had not one beautiful son together but several . . . just thinking about the prospect of having several naked teenage boys in one house sent that familiar shiver of erotic passion sweeping through her body . . . and as she looked at Henry's hairy chest revealed by his partially open robe before her, she felt another lewd ripple of salacious desire travel through her lust-provoked loins.
Home! She had found a home for herself at long last! One where she could be unceasingly happy . . . home with handsome, charming, warmly loving Henry Watson and his darling young son!
"Yes, my darling. Of course I'll marry you," she whispered, her mind putting a plural meaning on the word 'you'! What a devoted wife and mother she was going to be from now on!
