Ellen Manning pulled her pickup over to the side of the dusty, rutted mountain road and looked down at the valley below. It was so beautiful here in this small valley where she had just bought her house. She had everything she had always wanted now ... everything but Dusty...
It had been two years now since her divorce, and she still couldn't believe that Dusty had wanted it ... She had loved him so desperately, and she still did. She had thought that he felt the same way, but she had been wrong and she had to learn to live without him. It had been difficult but she was finally adjusting to the routine of not being married, in the daylight hours anyway.
It was the nighttime that was so hard to endure, the cold empty bed and the lack of warmth there. No man, no hard virile cock filling her pussy to the depths. A man's cock was the hardest to live without, thought the young woman, but maybe, in time, maybe she would be able to live without it ... she would have to because she could never bring herself to go to bed with anyone else, ever!
About six months after her divorce became final she had met Kay and they became fast friends.
At first, Ellen only worked in Kay's gift shop in the city when she would go on buying trips but eventually they became partners in the thriving little business.
Kay had been an understanding friend and help Ellen to begin a new life alone.
So finally she had been forced to face that terrible fact; there would be no more Dusty. He was gone from her life leaving a void which could never be filled again...
Oh, God, how she ached for the feel of his iron-hard cock ramming and churning deep in her clutching cunt! He had left such an aching void, a need which so often became a fever in the night that she did wild things to herself and had even God forgive her, she had done unnatural but deliciously satisfying things with Kay. She blushed every time she thought of them, tried to push them from her mind, though they never went completely away.
Now, the young divorcee climbed down from the truck to lean over the rail of the curving highway and look down at her new home. The home she would have to occupy alone.
It was an unseasonably hot day and she wore a minimum of clothing only a thin, paint-streaked shirt and soft, faded jeans which had been chopped off very short so they barely covered the full cheeks of her buttocks as she bent over. The soft fleece of her cuntal hair made a fringe at the too-tight crotch. She knew they pressed deep into the slit of her pussy, that they really hid nothing, but up here, who was to see? She tossed her head and a mane of golden brown hair flashed in the sun. She breathed deeply, her full breasts stretching against the flimsy fabric of the old shirt She looked down, two hundred feet into the little valley, and the sight of the home which would finally be hers excited her she felt the buds of her nipples rising and the lips of her long-unused cunt beginning to swell.
How she wished it could be filled at that moment, stretched to the bursting point with hard male cock that would surge and pound excitingly in the tight sheath of her deprived cunt. Ellen reached between the smooth tapering columns of her golden-tan thighs and begin to run her fingers over the throbbing outline of her cuntal slit. She could feel herself becoming wet as the juices of her rising passion began to flow, soaking her hidden cunt-hair darkening the faded denim of her shorts.
I must stop! I must stop this!, the lovely tormented young divorcee told herself, even as her panting became more intense and her fingers sawed faster and faster, harder and harder over her thrusting pubic mound. Her sensuous mouth opened to let her tongue slide over her full lips. Her head went back and a near-grimace of ecstasy contorted her beautiful features as she felt the hair escaping from the bottom edge of her shorts become soaked and slick as her orgasm began.
She cried out as the waves of her orgasm swept shudderingly through her quaking body. "Aaauugghh!"
It had taken only moments, and now with the tremors easing, Ellen slumped against the truck and tried to regain her composure. It had been so long since she had yielded to the temptation to masturbate, at least a month, and then her resolve had melted away while she looked down at her little home. It seemed something ungovernable had come over her. Now, face flushed, she gasped for air like a fish out of water as slowly she regained her normal composure. Viewing this livid act were two men hidden across the road.
"My God will you look at that cunt play with herself, Chuck!" Hal Witt said in a hushed voice, "She's about to drive herself right over the edge of the fucking mountain!"
"She sure is," his companion agreed as he put aside the extra wire and tools he had been using in the telephone truck. "Christ, what a beautiful ass! And those tits! Man, it's goin' to be nice to get those in my mouth and suck them right off her!" Chuck Quinn smacked his thick lips and leaned forward to get a clearer view of the furiously masturbating brunette. "You bet your sweet ass!
"What the hell? you know her?" Hal Witt asked. "Who is she?"
"Name's Ellen Manning. She's a divorcee and from the look of things a hell of a horny one," the lineman said. "She's movin' into the old Yeats place down there now that the old people are dead. Seems she and her husband made a deal to buy it years ago, and got it cheap 'cause they agreed to let Mr. and Mrs. Yeats live there until they died. Meanwhile, her hubby got a divorce and now she's takin' it over. She works at a gift shop in Carmel. I know all this 'cause she was in the post office filling out a change of address form the other day. But she sure as hell wasn't dressed like that! Not then. She had all that fine ass covered up in a smock that made her look like nothin'. I made a couple o' remarks, like I'd be glad to help her get settled and introduce her around to the neighbors, but whe turned off and just looked at me.
"Looks like maybe we can both give her somethin' else, pal," his friend leered. "Something like a good stiff length of cock right between those beautiful legs. I'm going to like workin' this repair route with you!"
"Maybe a cock right between those sweep lips, if we play it right," Chuck Quinn said. "But I tell ya, that's one snooty cunt. I know cunt, and this one ain't goin' to put for either one of us unless we make her do it."
"Rape is a pretty heavy scene," the other said doubtfully.
"Not rape, you ass-hole!" Chuck countered, "We wait until we catch her in a situation that she don't want anybody to know about, then we put it to her that either she takes care of us or we noise it around."
"Christ, catching her jacking herself off on a public road should be enough," Witt leered. "Let's drive over there and put it to her right now!"
"Shit, no wonder you never get any pussy worth sticking a cock into," Chuck Quinn said in disgust. "She'd be down talking to the cops in a minute and they know us well enough they'd believe her and we'd be fired and out on our asses! Maybe into the jailhouse for blackmail or something. No dumbbell, we take our time and do it my way. Let her get settled in and see what we can see. Now, when she came to the office, she had another cunt with her. Cute little blonde-haired girl. I got the idea maybe they have eyes for each other. Hell, I know the other one is hot for Ellen.
Kept looking at her all the time, even though I was lettin' her know I was interested. And damn it. I may be pushing forty, but you gotta admit I get more ass than I can use most of the time".
"Yeah. People are always bitchin' because you're always ogling," Hal conceded. "How the hell come I don't score so good?"
"Some guys just can't get laid in a haystack", Chuck said with a good-natured grin. "Just remember I saw this one first."
"Don't worry I'll let you lead. I won't fuck us up."
"Yeah. Don't. Looks like she's had enough. She's drivin' away now."
"Too bad we don't have some business for her today."
"There's always tomorrow," Chuck Quinn said. "If we work it right, we could be playin' pussy with that prime cunt for a long, long time to come!"
* * *
Ellen maneuvered her truck along the narrow, curving lane which led from the county road to the cottage, a growth of high bushes screening if from the road. She braked to a stop in the drive and sat for a moment gazing happily at the little house.
It was built of redwood, with a shingle roof and large windows. A stone fireplace dominated one end of the structure. Once again, Ellen thought how fortunate she was to finally have it all to herself if only her young husband could have been here to really make it the culmination of their dreams of long ago! But Dusty was out, so she would just have to enjoy it as best she could by herself and if she didn't like it she could always sell it. Maybe even for a profit. On the one hand she wished that she and Dusty had lived in it, even for the short duration of their life together, and on the other hand she was glad they hadn't. This way there would be no ghosts to haunt her as she moved about through the snug rooms of the house.
All things considered, her new home appeared to be as close to perfect as possible, Ellen reflected. It even offered a magnificent panorama of fields and mountains from which she might photograph dozens of pictures to sell in Kay's gift shop.
And, thank God, she would no longer have to put up with the annoyance from sex-hungry males of all ages to which she had been subjected in the past two years, during which she had lived in several apartment houses, moving each time because men simply would not leave her alone, refusing to believe her when she insisted she did not want to have sex with them. That when she agreed to a dinner date or a drive in the country, she meant nothing more should develop. They were all alike, she thought with frustration. All they wanted to do was get her in bed and jam their cocks into her lovely body. For a time she had dated men in their twenties, close to her own age and when she had found them all the same in their pawing demands on her body, she had tried older men, some as old as forty-five.
And they had been worse! Worse because they had much more experience, knew how to arouse her to the point where she almost cried out in wild abandon for them to fuck her, fill the great burning pit that smoldered between her legs, a banked fire neglected since the last time Dusty had filled it with his throbbing, wildly ramming maleness.
They had tried just about everything imaginable, skillfully getting their hands and fingers on her aching vital parts, some even trying to get their heads between her thrashing legs and put their mouths on her yearning cuntal slit! She had wanted their hardness so badly, yet had refused to succumb to her own pent-up desires. And only a very few times had she yielded to the torture and sought relief with Kay.
She knew it was wrong, allowing another girl to make love to her, but somehow it didn't seem as wrong to achieve blessed release through the gentle caresses of Kay's lips and tongue than to surrender to the rampant males who wanted only to use her body, dump their hot, gushing sperm up into the seething channel of her neglected young cunt. And her body continuously cried out for the sexual experiences she had denied herself for so terribly long. She had no delusions about her own needs. She was a sensually aroused woman, needing and wanting a man.
But she now wanted far more than an iron-hard penis to stretch her cunt and sperm-heavy testicles to pound against the widespread cheeks of her churning buttocks while her long tapering legs clamped tightly around her straining partner! She needed a man who would love her, cherish her, treat her with all the tenderness she had at first received from her young husband. A man who would want to marry her and make a home for her. There could be no one like Dusty, ever, but somehow, some way, there must be a man with the same good qualities, a man who would love and marry her and stay with her and fill the eternal void in her life. She didn't know if she could ever love another man, but if she found the right sort, she would be a good wife to him, give him all of herself.
Well, this day was the one to begin a new life, if ever she was going to do it. A new home, far from the tensions of the turbulent city, isolated yet close to tracts of good, middle-class families. Certainly she would be able to make some good friends in Oak Grove, as the area was called.
And there was another advantage to the location. It was distant enough from the city that if she had a particularly frustrating encounter with a man as was sure to happen in time she would not be tempted to go to Kay's home for comfort and what else could it be called. Unnatural sex!
"Well, if I'm going to get moved in, I'd better not sit here and daydream all day," the lissome young divorcee told herself as she stepped from the truck and crossed the overgrown lawn to the door of the house, the key ready in her hand.
It was with a thrill that she inserted it in the lock and let herself into her home for the first time.
Ellen stepped into the living room, leaving the door open to let in the fresh air. The house had been closed for some weeks and the air was musty.
Ellen had not realized how hot the day had become or maybe the heat was due to the fact that the house was set in a natural bowl which would restrict the movement of air, trap the heat of the day. She was glad she'd worn a minimum of clothes, and wished she'd put on shorts which hadn't shrunk quite so much.
With each quick scissoring of her long tanned, smooth-fleshed legs, the fabric rubbed the distended lips of her cunt, arousing the flesh she had appeased with her fingers so urgently and shamelessly only a short while before.
God! How did I ever let myself do that! she thought. What if someone was watching? Oh, whatever came over me!
"Good morning, ma'am," a voice said behind her as she bent low to pick up a box, the half-moon of her buttocks straining tight against the faded shorts. "Are you Mrs. Manning?"
Startled, the lovely young brunette dropped the box and whirled around, her mouth dropping open at the unexpected intrusion. She had been sure she was the only person for miles around. Her deep brown eyes fastened on a youth who was just dismounting from a bike and leaning it against a huge oak tree which shaded the yard. He had the look of an overgrown puppy, a rangy boy, well-muscled but judging from his shy grin, barely of driving age. His hair was blonde. His blue eyes looked at her in embarrassment, and she knew he was trying to repress the young male thoughts which must be spilling in confusion through his mind at the lush vision of her richly mature body. He was deeply tanned, but a few freckles showed through the golden-brown finish of his skin. A thin T-shirt stretched over the angular muscularity of his frame, his only other garment being a pair of faded jeans hung low on his young hips. He seemed ready to grow out of them at any moment. A sudden dizziness overcame the startled young woman.
Although the face was not at all the same, he was like the duplicate of Dusty, the first time she had seen the man who was to be her husband and only lover for so short a time, so long ago. The same lankiness, the shy demeanor. She heard herself gasp, and realized that her eyes had been drawn irresistibly to the juncture of his legs. Yes, it was there the growing rod of cock-flesh that seemed to be ready to burst from the confines of the jeans as it thickened and hardened and lengthened. She forced her eyes from the swelling and all it promised to meet the boy's self-conscious gaze and saw him begin to blush in embarrassment at his body's betrayal of his natural reaction to a beautiful woman.
"Yes I'm Mrs. Manning", she managed to say. "You startled me. I didn't realize anyone was around."
"I didn't mean to sneak up on you, ma'am," he blurted blushing furiously now. "Bikes just don't make noise like cars. I'm Andy Rivers."
He said it as though it should mean something to her. It didn't. She hadn't the slightest idea who he might be.
"Uncle John told me to come over and help clean up The place has sort of been neglected, ma'am. He wanted it nice for you to move into and he told me to drop by and do whatever needed to be done, you know, like anything you wanted done. You don't have to worry he's paying me, and I do a lot of yard work to, so I know what to cut down and what to let stand. It might take a few days though. This can be a real pretty place, if you'll let me work on it, ma'am. Uncle John told me if I took good care of you when you moved in, you might hire me to take care of everything all through the winter. I do work in a lot of places around here; I can give you good references, ma'am. I do it all by myself and you'd never know I was here working. I'm only sixteen,, but I lied about my age to get a driving license and can borrow a pickup to haul the stuff away..."
"Andy! . . Andy slow down!" The young divorcee cried out, trying not to laugh at his eagerness. "You're going so fast, I can't understand you. Now, let me get it straight."
"Yes, ma'am," he said, his eyes on the roundness of her breasts, fascinated by the way the nipples were rising as her eyes went soft and wide as she looked at him. "I talk too much. I know that. Everybody says I talk too much."
"I don't think you talk too much," Ellen said kindly. "Perhaps you try to talk too fast,but if a young man wants to offer a service, he might talk quicker than he should. Now, you mentioned Uncle John. I suppose you mean the gentleman who arranged the sale of the property. Is he your uncle? He's been very nice to me. You know, I'm a divorcee, and I don't know anything about buying a home."
"That's what Uncle John said, ma'am," the teenager said urgently. "He said I should come over and take care of anything you needed done, that you were all alonge and didn't know anybody up here. I know everybody. I can help you ma'am. I do know about how to take care of a place, and if there's anything I don't know myself, well, like you need an electrician or a plumber or something like that, I know the ones who do good work and won't cheat a lady. I can do the simple things myself and I like to do things around a place like this, because someday I'd like to have a house like this one myself, and be able to take care of it." He grinned shyly. I wouldn't charge you much. A dollar an hour for yard work is all. If you needed something like plumbing, where I'd get real dirty, if you wanted to give me a little more, okay." He blushed again. Uncle John said I should tell you the truth. I'm trying to get enough money to buy a pickup truck next year. Then I can get around with my tools and get more work. I think I can do it with five hundred bucks, and then I'll be in business for myself. I'm talking too much again..."
"Andy just relax," Ellen Manning said kindly. She wanted to reach out and touch his vibrant young body, but restrained herself, because she knew if she once touched his hard-muscled flesh, all restraint would be gone. He was so much like Dusty!
I'm glad your uncle asked you to stop by," she said, carefully phrasing her words. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have anybody to turn to when something has to be done, and there are so many things when you're moving into a new home. I'm sure you know much better than I do what needs to be done here. And I would like this little house to be lovely. I know it hasn't been lived in for a while, so there are probably things inside which need attention too, and if you can fix them, it will be beautiful! Now, a dollar an hour would be much too little for anything except cutting grass. You'd never get your pickup truck at those 'tes! Rut I'll give you whatever I can. Would that be fair?"
"Oh yes, yes, ma'am," he blurted. "Even the dollar an hour would be plenty. By spring, I'd have enough for the pickup, if you kept me working steady. Ellen winked at him. "I have this old pickup. It's not worth much money, but it runs well. Is it the sort of truck you're thinking of Andy".
"It sure is!" he said eagerly. "But I don't see how I could ever afford to buy that truck from you ma'am," he said weakly. "I know what it's worth, and I don't have that kind of money. I don't have any way of getting it, either."
He twisted his big hands together and grinned at her as if to apologize for some imagined shortcoming.
Take the truck! Just let me hold you! the tortured young woman wanted to cry out! He was so young and vibrant and sincere, after all the insensitive older men she had been forced to endure and evade. He was Dusty all over again, only a younger, more innocent and sincere Dusty. Now she had a home they had planned, and the unexpected complication presented by this handsome young boy who innocently sparked so many memories, stirred such long-repressed desire. Ellen Manning fought to compose herself, knowing that her naked need for Andy Rivers was showing on her flushed face. She could not keep her eyes from the bulging crotch of his pants, where the urgent outline of his now erect penis was so firmly etched.
"If you're so ambitious, I think your family might help you, Andy," she said. "It sounds like you could pay back a loan quickly."
"I'm just a kid," he said bitterly. "A kid in high school. And they don't want any son of theirs doing anything like hauling wood. That's for peasants. I could be a ball boy at the golf club, and that would be fine. My folks can't understand that I like to work with my hands. They're ashamed of me. All except Uncle John, I think he digs me, but he doesn't dare let on. He just tips me to where I can go to work. You know, my folks won't even have him to the house except for holidays. The say he drinks too much, and he pinches the maid. But he's the one who's got the real money, only they don't know it. They think the old man is just about broke and I hear them talking about how they can put him away somewhere. He told me nice if I want to have a good laugh, be there after he's dead and they're reading his will. Maybe it's just an old man talking about dreams, but I think he's got it."
"I think he has too, Andy," the young girl said, "He looks like he'd like to pinch me too."
"Ooooooh, Mrs. Manning!" Andy blurted, blushing furiously.
"It's his way of paying a compliment, Andy, she said with a smile. "He knows a woman wants to be appreciated. Now, about all your ambitions, and your wanting a truck, and so on maybe we can make a deal, if you think this old wreck of mine will do a job for you."
"You mean you might make me a deal to buy it, ma'am?" the young boy blurted urgently. And then his face fell. "But I don't see how I could. I've only got about sixty bucks saved up. It has to be worth three hundred at least. I've got no way to get that kind of money now, ma'am."
"I know Andy," she said softly. "Sometimes it's very difficult to get the little money you need to get started in something. My husband and I had nothing, really when we put a down payment on this little house and that was over 5 years ago. But it worked out, even though we're divorced now. Now I don't really need the truck every day. The girl I work with at the gift shop has a car and no place to put it, and I can use it if I have to, so I'll have wheels."
She thought furiously, wanting to hold this beautiful young boy who reminded her so much of her ex husband, and knowing that if she offered anything that would seem like an outright gift he would have too much pride to accept it that she would only drive him away.
Forcing herself to look him squarely in the eyes, she said, Andy, if you honestly think you can make money cutting and selling wood and want that old truck, I'll tell you what we might do. You work for me here and for that I'll pay you a dollar an hour. Whatever else needs to be taken care of, painting or fixing the pipes or whatever, you do on your own. In return for that, you may have the use of the truck to see if you can make something. If it works out, by the end of the summer you should have enough money to buy the truck. And if it doesn't, you won't have any money invested. How does that sound?"
"Oh, Mrs. Manning, it's too much!" he protested. "I can't take money for doing a little work and have your truck free!"
"Young man," she said, trying to sound severe, so we're both taking a gamble. I'm not afraid,a re you?"
"No ... no, ma'am. I just don't want to take advantage of you," he mumbled, his eyes fixed on the swelling of her high, wide-set breasts under the thin fabric of her blouse. "I think maybe I should start by helping you get all this stuff inside and put away, and maybe there's some heavy things to be moved around."
"Yes, Andy ... I think you're right," she said, her voice choking. "It seems to be getting hotter. If we can get these boxes sorted out and the things put away ... I'm afraid I won't be much help ... I'm not used to this heat.
"Yeah, this little box canyon can really be a furnace," he said, not comprehending the real meaning behind her words. "You just let me handle this stuff ma'am. I'll get it inside for you.
"Yes ... if you'd do that...." the young divorcee mumbled, no longer able to look him in the face. She was conscious only of the massive bulge at the crotch of his jeans. She wanted to rip them open, clutch his male flesh, hug him to her, drop to her knees and devour him. It had been so long, and he was so much like Dusty, only younger, more innocent. So desirable.
She imagined what it would be like to tear the front of his pants open, grab his youthfully rigid cock, pull him down on top of her and make him ram himself up into her pulsing cunt. She thought of how it would feel to have her sensitive flesh rippling ahead of the penetrating stiffness of his penis in wave after wave as he went deep into her, until the masses of their curly pubic hair smacked together and tangled wetly, his heavy balls squashing against her straining buttocks while her trembling thighs clamped his young virile body and his cock filled her quaking belly. How could this be? How could she have resisted temptation so many times, even turned to a girl for relief, and so suddenly turn to this boy who was barely old enough to shave? A boy who was obviously so inexperienced, who looked on her as an older woman and therefore untouchable, even though he had the unmistakable male reaction to the sight of her scantily clad, lush body. How could she want and need him so much, so soon? "But it's too hot for you to do any work outside today," she muttered. "Let it go until later Andy."
"Aw, this isn't hot at all," he said cheerfully. I'll get the rest of your stuff inside and then figure out where to begin on the yard, okay?"
"That will be fine, Andy," the mesmerized young girl said, nearly choking on the words. "I don't want you to work too hard in the hot sun."
"Don't worry I won't."
He grinned and vanished through the door. In a matter of minutes he had the truck completely unloaded and the boxes stacked in the living room.
"Want me to help you put this stuff away, ma'am?" he asked.
She could tell he was trying to keep his eyes averted from her voluptuously revealed body, and having no more success than she herself was as she attempted to keep her fascinated gaze from the achingly evident bulge of his throbbing penis. She told herself she must resist the temptation, keep control of herself at all costs and stay clear of him.
"I think I'd better do it myself, Andy," Ellen said, her voice almost breaking. "I'll have to figure out just where I want things.
"Whatever you say, ma'am."
Hidden from the open door, she watched his lithe movements as he found a machete in the shed and began hacking at the heavy growth of weeds which had choked the borders of the property. His muscles rippled like those of a sleek cat as he swung the long knife, hacking smoothly at the stubborn underbrush.
Stop this! she commanded herself. He's only a boy!
It was a futile command. She knew as long as she stood there, she would not be able to take her eyes off young Andy Rivers, and with a great force of will, she made herself turn away and start unpacking the boxes, making work for herself. Her mind was a blur. All she could think of was the bulge in the boy's pants. It became worse when she happened to look out a window and saw Andy had removed his T-shirt and was now naked to the waist, a film of perspiration gleaming on his golden-tanned body and his muscles rippling with energy as he worked. He was grinning, happy that he had a job for the summer, and whistling as he worked. She was with some relief that his exertions had apparently diverted his attention from her, for the titillating swelling in his jeans had disappeared. Ellen wished the ache in her own loins would do the same, but it only became worse, and it was only with a supreme effort of will that she was able to finish unpacking and sorting things out.
Furiously she tried to divert her mind, deciding at one point to call Kay at the shop and ask her to come over. With Kay on hand, she would be safe from her own desires, and there would be no question of a sexual episode with her pretty young friend.
Kay was a seldom-used safety valve, and after seeing Andy, the last thing in the world Ellen would want would be a woman touching her. She had begun to dial the number before she realized her phone had not been connected. The tormented brunette, surrendering to this unforeseen impasse, decided the only solution was to literally drown the raging fire within her yearning young body in an ice-cold shower.
With sudden determination Ellen grabbed a fluffy towel and some soap and literally ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Here she would purge herself of her lewd desires! Quickly she wriggled out of her few clothes, acutely aware of the rich heady woman-scent of :her pulsing femaleness, aware that her fair curvaceous flesh glistened with a faint sheen of perspiration. Brought on by what? The heavy heat of the day outside, or her rampant sexuality locked inside and so long denied release?
She caught sight of her own image in the full length mirror on the bathroom door and almost fearfully let her eyes rove over the wantonly sensual reflection. The buds of her coral-hued nipples were swollen and erect with her thundering desire, and darkening at the tips of her firm, wide-set breasts. She could see her eyes dark and heavy with unspent passion, her mouth full and slightly parted over white teeth. From the delightful fullness of her breasts, her body curved sharply into an almost tiny waist, then flared out into the rich swelling of voluptuous hips. Nestled in the fine golden triangle of her pubic hair she could see the pink pussy slit peeping out at her. Did she imagine it, or were the curly hairs glistening with the dew of her hot cunt juices? Almost fearfully, she slowly let her right hand move between her legs. Yes! She was wet, ready!
Ready for young Andy Rivers! Oh, she thought, how can I be this way! He's only a boy!
Moaning, she closed her eyes against the lewd image of her wanton urges and stepped into the shower, turning it on full and cold, gasping at the force of the stinging icy water.
Aaaaa ... this was better. The stinging spray momentarily drove her carnal thoughts away, and she began to soap the curves of her body thoroughly, trying desperately to wash her mind as clean of lewd desires as her cream-white young flesh.
She stayed in the shower for a long time, punishing herself until she felt she was almost frozen only then did she shut off the pelting icy water and began to rub herself dry.
And almost instantly she realized she had made a mistake. The bathroom had a high window overlooking the weed-grown garden where the lithe young boy was still working. The window was tilted open, allowing the furnace heat of the day into the house. She began to pant uncontrollably at the sight of him as, of their own volition, her fingers found the throbbing lips of her cunt and slipped up inside.
First one finger, then a second and third delved deep into her cunt, spreading the long unsatisfied passage as her thumb went to the already hard button of her clitoris and stroked it in time to the deep jabbing fingers which were so unsatisfactory a substitute for the young penis she so desperately wanted and needed.
"Oooohhh! Aaaaahhh!" She moaned, knowing she had completely lost control. Her eyes glazed and her mouth parted as she panted like a bitch in heat while her fingers rubbed and probed and plunged wantonly into her most secret, sensitive flesh. She did not know whether it was her wild desire for the young boy, or just a spell which had somehow come over her, possibly triggered by the experience of finally moving into the home she and her young ex husband had once dreamed of! Maybe that was it how else to explain her sudden, uncontrollable need to finger-fuck herself only a few hours before, out in the open on the country road, where anyone might have passed and seen her degrading conduct?
She couldn't think clearly at all. Her thoughts were a complete jumble as she was steadily nearing her climax! God! Twice in one day, when she'd gone a whole month without her ever touching herself, or allowing herself to think of the sexual pleasures her vibrant young body demanded as its right. Her stroking hand became a blur in the moistly flowing slit of her distended cunt.
"Ecstasy! Oooh!" The waves of sensation were surging through her jerking pussy as her naked pubic mound thrust out in wild spasms against the pleasure-giving fingers. Aaaaggghhh! Now! Now!
The viscous fluid gushed from her exploding cunt passage, coating her hand thickly as she sank down, panting, long tapering legs splayed wide on the bath stool. She pressed her hand tight to the softly palpitating mound of pubic hair as her obscenely sated passion receded. In the mirror she saw her own lewd image, her face flushing red with her stilled lust, eyes glazed, brunette hair matted wetly where it hung far down over her shoulders, full firm breasts jiggling with the slow spasming of her passion-spent body.
Weakly, ashamed to meet her own eyes in the mirror, she stood on shaky legs and made her way to the sink. Taking a cloth and fragrant soap, Ellen Manning, with trembling fingers, began to wash the thick unmistakable evidence of her own unnatural juices from her body.
"I must send him away," she told herself. "If I look out there and see him, I won't be able to help myself. I'll call him in here on some pretext and seduce him ... A mere boy! I can't let this sort of thing happen."
She couldn't allow it, the young, tormented divorcee knew. There were laws to protect youngsters from just such depraved desires as her own. She wished fervently now that she had stopped it before it began, told the eager teenager she had arranged for a professional handyman or something.
And what secret, lewd urge had made her make him the ridiculous offer on the truck? She knew in her heart that it was irrational, that she had invented the proposal only so she could have him near. Now, she could see no way of getting out of her predicament. He was doing the work of two or three men and seemed to have boundless energy. Certainly he was ambitious and polite and respectful. But as least she could send him away for the rest of the day and maybe by tomorrow, she would have conceived a solution, or the wanton mood would have passed as quickly as it had come over her.
But how to send him away gracefully? It was now only mid-afternoon, and she could see by watching through the window that the boy had blocked out certain of the work to be finished that day. She had to leave so with great strength of will she found her panties and clothes and quickly stepped into them. She threw on a thin blouse and then put on a pair of jeans she knew were much too tight and revealing. She slipped into sandals, slung her purse over her shoulder and almost ran to the truck, jumping into the cab and slamming the door just as the boy, still bare to the waist came around the corner of the house.
"I must go to town for supplies, Andy," she blurted, not able to look him in the eyes, fumbling for the ignition key and twisting it until the motor roared to life. "I won't be home until quite late, so you finish up whenever you want, all right?"
"Sure ma'am," he said, wiping beads of sweat from his brow.
Weakly, she said if you get hungry or thirsty, just raid the fridge. You'll find a lot of things for sandwiches, and some soft drinks there too."
"Thanks Mrs. Manning," he said. "I'd better not eat, though. Maybe a bottle of pop in a little while. I'll see you in the morning."
"Yes, in the morning, Andy," she said, almost choking on the words.
She gunned the motor and the truck spun its wheels as she backed out of the driveway and drove as fast as the old truck could go into town. She had to pass the afternoon away, somehow-
CHAPTER TWO
Chuck, there goes our girl friend in that old truck, Hal Witt said, gazing out the dark-tinted window of the little bar. "like her ass was on fire."
"Damn if she isn't," his fellow lineman agreed, watching with great interest as the truck disappeared around a bend in the road. "Maybe it's her cunt that's on fire. She was sure pesterin' hell out of it with her fingers this morning." He grinned and then swigged from the neck of his bottle of beer. "I dunno how Fm gonna work it, but I'm gonna get me some of that prime ass."
"Me, I'd like to fill her pretty mouth with my cock," his friend commented, a lascivious gleam in his eyes. "You think she does blow jobs?"
"Never knew a dame who wouldn't turn cocksucker once you got it past their lips," Chuck Quinn said. "Sometimes you got to pry their mouth open and jam it down their throats, and they try to pull away. But when you get them convinced it's a case of suck or choke, they suck." He chuckled. "And once they get a taste of it, they usually come back for more. Oh, they pretend they don't want to, but all the time they're fishin' it out of your pants and their head's goin' down in your lap. Yeah, she'll be a good one alright."
"But how the hell do we get to her?"
"Take our time. We'll be seeing her along the line every day or so," the man advised. He signaled the barman for two more beers, and after they came, muttered speculatively, "Maybe if we let her know we saw her playing with her cunt out in front of God and everybody on a county road, she might just give us a little to keep us quiet."
"Maybe that's the way. Or she might just deny it. She's a beautiful bitch, and people might take her word over that of a couple of cunt lovers like us. We been talked about for quite awhile ya know."
"Yeah. Well a piece like her is worth waitin' for. We just gotta be careful we don't fuck up ourselves."
"Yeah we gotta do that. You sure you got the straight dope on her, that she's a divorcee. Wouldn't do to fuck around with her and then have a big-ass husband pop up."
"I got it straight, for Chrissakes," Chuck Quinn growled. I got it straight from that old fart Uncle John who sold her the house. Old bastard gossips worse than any woman I ever known. like I said, when I saw her in the post office to change her address, she had this other cunt with her, and I think the other cunt is a little queer. But I don't think they're a matched set."
"Be sweet if they were," his friend muttered. "If we could catch them eating each other, we might wind up with fine fuckin' pieces of ass."
"It's eatin' pussy for sure. Let's roll the dice for another round of beer."
Andy Rivers put the hoe aside and stepped nervously into the coolness of the house. He was perspiring heavily from his exertions and thought that despite his resolve, a bottle of pop would be okay. He shut the door behind him and headed straight for the kitchen. He found a bottle of Coke in the refrigerator. He poured the frigid pop down his throat. Then he realized he needed to use the bathroom. When he entered it, he was immediately his by the sweet womanly odor of Mrs. Manning. He was glad someone young and pretty like her had taken the place. She was so beautiful ... much too old for him, of course, but nice to just look at.
She seemed to be a nice person too, giving him the job when she could have just as easily had an older guy to do it. And even offering him a deal on the truck! Now, that was really something! He had sure lucked out! Struggling with the zipper of his jeans, ashamed at the physical reaction caused by just thinking of her voluptuous young body when she was wearing only the thin blouse and shorts. No mistaking it, he had been able to see the points of her nipples. She wasn't even wearing a bra! And at the juncture of her thighs, yes there had been wisps of soft brown hair there where the fabric had been pressed tight into the slit of her pussy. And the way her beautiful ass moved when she walked or bent over! Wow!
It became too much for the young lad and against his will, his penis, freed from the restraint of his jeans, sprang up thick and achingly hard, the ready rubbery head swelling dark with urgent blood. He shut his eyes and tried to will the throbbing erection away, but it only became worse.
Resolutely he tried to force his ever-hardening cock downward, to aim it toward the toilet. He knew that if he could relieve the pressure in his bladder, the aching would go away, then he could go back to the sticky heat of the yard and divert his salacious thoughts toward work. He tried to think of anything in the world but the pensive woman, and he finally conceded that he was going to fail completely.
Against his will, his strong closed fist began to pump the length of the bloated rod slowly, running the thick foreskin back and forth over the blood-engorged rubbery swelling of his bulbous cock-head. He began to imagine what Ellen Manning would look like naked, stripped bare of her scanty garments, her voluptuous tits rubbing against him, and her hands caressing him as even now he was caressing himself. He thought of her pubic mound pushing against his own, rubbing hard against his aching cock. His hand moved faster and faster and he began to groan, the thought of her standing tight against him, their bellies rubbing and her smooth tapering legs inching apart to allow his rampant cock to enter the hot moist opening of her cunt. He tried to imagine what it would be like to push hard up into her wet pussy-cavern, the tender flesh rippling ahead of his cock, clutching hotly at it. He continued to groan as he pumped himself furiously, his hand blurring. He felt his young balls drawing up to his body as he rocked wildly to and fro and then, in a matter of minutes it ended as a great spurting gush of white hot sperm squirted from the spasming cock to splatter over the mirror in front of him.
He groaned, his face red with his exertion, his chest heaving, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. "Oooo.. .God!. . "
Then the wave of shame spread over him and he could no longer look at his own image. Flushing in solitary embarrassment, he frantically looked for something to wipe away the evidence of his depravity. He picked up the washcloth Ellen herself had used such a short time before when she too had yielded to uncontrollable desire. He cleaned himself with it, rinsed it and hurriedly washed the wall and mirror, never suspecting the previous use to which the cloth had been put, never thinking that the lovely Mrs. Manning could have dreamed of coupling with him, of having his young throbbing manhood buried deep up in her tightly, clutching cunt while his virile boy's body pounded hers relentlessly with merciless driving passion as her sleek limbs clamped him hotly.
Finally, he was in control of himself again, using the toilet as he had planned before his sexual instincts had responded to the woman-scent his beautiful employer had left behind. He thought of returning to the yard and decided it would not be a good idea. The best thing to do would be to leave now. In the morning, he was sure the vision and memory of what he had done would be lessened enough so he could handle himself all right so he left the house quickly, locking the door behind him and minutes later he was pedaling swiftly down the curving road toward his home.
CHAPTER THREE
It was still early and Ellen had done all of her shopping and since she had stayed away this long, she might as well wait until it was fully dark. She was suddenly afraid of what would almost certainly happen if the intimacy of night found the two of them together.
The lights of a roadside bar attracted her attention. Although Ellen seldom drank, she thought one might ease her tensions. Only a few cars were in the parking lot of the bar, so she pulled up and took the precaution of peeking in the door before entering. It looked safe enough the only customers were two couples, middle-aged, playing pool. Grateful that the place wasn't crowded, she went in. She never sat at a bar along, so she asked the barman to bring her a vodka and tonic, with a lot of ice, to one of the booths which lined the far end of the room. While he was making the drink, she bought a pack of cigarettes from the vending machine and ripped the top open. The bartender brought the drink and she took a quick sip from it, not missing the way his eyes lingered on the lush contours of her firm, wide-set breasts, even though to judge from his appearance he must be in his sixtys. She wondered just why it was the males, no matter what their age, seemed to eye her in the same lewd salacious way. She knew that she was a attractive woman and so had to expect a certain amount of attention, but it seemed they all did it. Or maybe it was her own imagination, coupled with the long-repressed needs of her own female sexuality, and no matter how quickly and coldly she had invariably rejected men, deep within herself had been a wanton desire for a male with a hard driving cock plunging in and out of her yearning cunt, screwing her without mercy, bringing her the release her long-denied woman's body had longed for over so many lonely years. Just thinking about it made her gulp her drink, spilling a few drops from her sensuous mouth as her lower lip trembled. She realized a neglected cigarette had burned itself out in the ashtray, and with fumbling fingers she quickly lit another and drew deeply on the unfamiliar smoke.
It was these times of unbearable temptation that drove me to Kay, she thought. Thank God there were so few of them to combat!
* * *
She remembered how it had been with the cute girl. Her dark eyes luminous in a dim room, gently undressing her and guiding her to the bed and laying her down. Then kissing her with the hotly searching mouth while the flickering tongue lashed at her burning flesh, inch by torturous inch until finally the curly cap of dark hair dipped into the widespread vee of her trembling thighs and the darting tongue speared up into the open sweetly flowing lips of her trembling cunt.
Ellen had writhed and moaned on the bed, clutching Kay's bobbing head between her hands while the soft, avid sounds of licking and sucking filled the room. Kay's hands cupped her friend's quivering buttocks to raise them to her wanton sucking mouth so that her tongue alternately speared deep into Ellen's cuntal passage and then withdrew only to flutter tantalizingly across her throbbing hairy clitoris as her skillful lips sucked on that sensitive little button. Finally would come the blessed moment of orgasm, of gushing completion, when her heady juices flowed uncontrollably into the gulping mouth of the other girl drawing eagerly on Ellen's wide-open cunt lips.
Then, drained of her frustrations, the satiated girl had been able to sleep in Kay's warm embrace, feeling that perhaps she should do something in return, but having no desire to. If Kay had ever asked her, Ellen thought she might have, but the quiet lesbian had never done this. As if knowing the few episodes were really a foreign thing for Ellen, Kay had never mentioned them, even in a hinting way and for this her friend was grateful.
* * *
Her glass was suddenly empty, and she caught the barman's eye to signal for a refill. While waiting for him to bring it, Ellen watched the rising spirals of smoke from her cigarette thoughtfully. "Well, hello there Mrs. Manning." A drink was suddenly on the table in front of her, and she looked up, startled, to see a man she thought she should recognize, but couldn't. He was tall and husky, with a angular face and hair that was thinning slightly. His mouth was heavy, and in the dim light his eyes were looking at her in a way she knew only too well. How could he know her? She had never been in this place before in her life. He read the confusion on her startled face.
"Don't remember me, huh? Well, you only saw me once, but I've seen you a couple o' times. Along the road. I'm Chuck Quinn, one of the local phone boys. Remember, I helped you at the post office with the address card?
"Oh yes ... Mr. Quinn," she managed to say weakly. He had seen her a couple of times along the road! Did that mean he had been an unseen observer as she had fingered herself while looking down from the hillside at her new home? Oh, God! It couldn't be! But there was an unmistakable lust to the way he had his eyes fixed on her up-thrust breasts, just like every cunt hunting male. The guilt-ridden divorcee found her voice. "Oh, ... I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you here in this light. Thank you for bringing my drink," Getting money from her purse she put it on the table. "I think this is the right amount, isn't it?"
"My treat. We're friendly folks up this way not like what ya meet in the city."
He moved as if to sit across from her but she froze him with her eyes and then, with an unmistakable edge to her tone, said 'Thank you, but I'd prefer to buy my own tonight Mr. Quinn. I've had a very trying day. I don' wish to be rude, but I really just want to sit alone and think out some problems tonight. But I do appreciate your kind offer. Perhaps another time."
"Well sure, I guess I can understand that, Mrs. Manning." He grinned. "Guess you must have a lot on your mind at that, moving into a new place. See you've gat a real load in your pickup. Tell you what you shouldn't have to carry all that stuff out. Not a pretty young woman like yourself. You just leave it in the truck and when I come by tomorrow, I'll put it just where you want it. And the name's Chuck."
I'll put it just where you want it!
The words had a lewdly obscene connotation to them, and, looking at his heavy face, she knew he meant them just the way she feared. This was terrible! It seemed the men up here were just as bad as those she had spent so much time evading in the city. Well, she'd just have to stop it before it got started.
"Thank you, Mr. Quinn," she managed to say, keeping her voice cool. "But I've hired a young man to work on the grounds, and such things are part of his duties."
"Yeah? Well, I know young Andy. A good boy. Tries hard. But if he doesn't quite know how to handle things, I'll be around."
"Good night! Mister Quinn!" the now furious young lady said harshly.
"Well, good night then, pretty lady."
Her subtle tormentor grinned and strode to the door. In a moment she heard the sound of a car starting, and he drove away. Tears began to well in her eyes, and her entire body trembled in mingled anger and fear. She wished desperately that she had gone straight home, for now she couldn't bring herself to leave. Her nerves were totally shot. She called in a shaking voice for another drink. When it came, she poured it down her throat without tasting a thing. Another followed, and then another. She lost track of time and was shocked when, at nearly 2 A.M. the bartender told her she would have to leave because it was closing time. Later, she had no recollection of negotiating the many twists and turns in the road, but found herself safe at home in her new bed.
The sun streaming in her window awoke her. Ellen's head felt like it was splitting apart, and her mouth had a terrible brackish taste in it. Groggily she made her way to the bathroom, found some aspirin and quickly forced herself to swallow two. Then she stayed in the shower for a long time until her head cleared. Never again! she vowed no matter how strong the stress.
She looked around for clothes and finally put on the same blouse and shorts she had worn the previous day. She brewed strong coffee and while it was perking took a container of tomato juice from the refrigerator and poured herself a tall glass. It tasted terrible, maybe that vodka would help the sour taste, she went out, blinking in the blinding sunlight, and found it among the heap of provisions in the back of the truck. Then, she poured a liberal amount into the tomato juice and shutting her eyes, took a long sip. Almost immediately she began to feel better. She finished the drink, and, after several minutes, made another, which she nursed along slowly. She put the bottle away and considered the work before her. She became so engrossed in her work that she completely forgot Andy Rivers was coming over until she heard his knock on the door.
"Oh, God!" She muttered as her wanton desire for the teenage boy began to return. "I should have gotten word to him not to come over, but I can't send him away without making him think something's wrong."
Her long legs trembling slightly, she went to greet him, hoping she didn't look as bad as she felt. She opened the door and made herself meet the handsome boy's glance. For some reason he seemed to be embarrassed, and, if so, that made two of them, she thought.
"Hello, Andy," she managed to say. "You're early."
"Good morning, Mrs. Manning," he said, his eyes dropping shyly away to fix on the rapid rise and fall of her unrestrained breasts under the thin blouse. "I got here early because I got work to do this afternoon at home and won't be able to stay too late."
"Well that's all right," she said, her voice unsteady. "I bought a lot of things for the house and yard yesterday. They're in the truck. If you want to unload it first, I guess you can figure out what should go where."
"Sure thing. I'll get started right away, ma'am."
Without another word he turned away. Relieved, Ellen closed the door and returned to the household chores. She tried to be in another room every time he carried packages and bags into the house.
The insatiable heat was growing once again in her pussy and his mere nearness was making her tremble with lewd desire. She attempted to keep him from her sight, and for a time she succeeded, then, shortly before noon, she realized she was ravenously hungry, that she had forgotten to have any dinner the night before. She went to the kitchen and began making a lunch. Her physical exertions put the thought of a hot meal out of the question, so she began making sandwiches.
Abruptly she realized she would have to ask Andy to eat with her. He'd been working even harder than she in the hot sun, again stripped to the waist. She put several more sandwiches together, trying to put off the moment when she must call him into the house, and she even thought of simply bringing him a plate out in the yard, but knew that would look strange. It was something she would have to face sooner or later. Resolutely she went to the door and called the boy into the kitchen where the heaping platter of sandwiches and a bottle of cold milk and glasses were laid out on the small table.
"Jimmy it's lunch time!" she called.
In a moment he appeared, wiping sweat from his face and body with his T-shirt. "You didn't have to fix me anything, ma'am. I brought my own lunch."
"Nonsense," she said, trying to avoid his youthful stare. Did she a desire identical to her own in this clear blue eyes? "Come in, it's all ready. You can clean up in the bathroom."
"Thank you, Mrs. Manning" he mumbled, brushing past her so close that his male-scented body bumped awkwardly against the throbbing peaks of her breasts. "HI do that."
She sat at the table and waited. In only a minute, he was pulling out the chair opposite her and only then did she realize the dining area was so restricted that their knees were touching. They both tried to pull back at the same moment but there wasn't enough room. Both blushed and then grinned as if to say there really wasn't anything they could do about it. Andy began to gobble down the sandwiches as she poured the milk. He shyly avoided looking directly into her face for which she was glad, since surely he would have read the naked yearning there that must show so vividly! Ellen realized she should have put out the lunch on the coffee table in front of the living room couch, where there was ample room. Yet that might have been worse she might have pulled him down to her right there!
She tried to eat, but her hunger was gone and all she could manage was a small part of one sandwich. Her belly was full to bursting with desire for her young companion, and she felt her knees begin to tremble as they pressed unavoidably against his.
Andy ate furiously to take his mind from the rampant urge to reach across the table and grasp the straining fullness of the older woman's wide-set, almost naked breasts in his hands and fondle and squeeze them and bring his mouth down hard on hers while her bare leg rubbed and pressed against his. Inside his jeans, his young cock was pulsing so hard it ached and he knew that as soon as he finished eating he would have to get out in the yard behind the tall hedge, and ease the throbbing again. It was shameful he knew, but he'd just have to do something!
Ellen felt the surge of heat in her cunt and the hardening of her erect clitoris until it was rubbing achingly against the constricting fabric of her shorts. Only then did she realize that she had forgotten to put on panties. She felt her vaginal secretions begin to flow and knew that in a minute or two she would be sopping wet. She somehow would have to remain seated until Andy left the room because if she stood, he would surely see what the contact with his virile young body had caused!
Suddenly she didn't care! This was an honest sexual arousal, nothing like the unclean desires she had felt with those few men who had affected her so strongly that she had shut herself off and run to Kay for relief! What she was experiencing now was the same sort of thing she had felt with Dusty, only somehow more urgent, better, yet the tormented young brunette knew she must somehow control herself!
She wished she could work a hand down the front of her shorts to massage the tingling button of her clitoris and bring on a release to the tension, no matter how ultimately unfilling it might be. But it would be utterly impossible to accomplish this with the handsome young boy sitting so close to her that their bodies were touching. She felt her face growing hot and the nipples of her breasts hardening and crying for attention. Her entire body seemed to be catching fire as blindly she reached for the glass of miJk beside her forgotten sandwich in a symbolic effort to quench the flames of lust. But her coordination was gone completely and she would have tipped it over if Andy Rivers hadn't caught it, his fingers closing tight over her hand.
"Mrs. Manning are you all right!" he blurted, fearful that somehow she had read the lascivious thoughts which were boiling in his brain and become understandably upset. "You look sort of funny!"
"I think I'm a little sick, Andy," she managed to say. "Last night I went out and sort of celebrated! . . I'm not used to liquor. Maybe I should go to the bedroom and lie down for awhile."
"I'll help you ma'am," he mumbled, jumping from his chair and standing awkwardly, his hand still clasping hers. He was afraid to look her in the eye, afraid she'd feel the uncontrollable shaking of his hand on hers. "Maybe you worked too hard in here too ... "
She raised her eyes from the tabletop, sweeping her gaze over the slender, hard-muscled length of his youthful body and fastening on the desire-swollen crotch of his jeans. And she knew she had lost! If only she hadn't seen the erect, thick outline of his swollen cock and the heavy bulge of his balls straining beneath.
There was an unmistakable dark spot of pre-seminal fluid soaking through at the top of his fly! She raised her eyes finally to his face, and it was not the same face she had seen only minutes before. This was the face of a passion-driven male, young and virile and wanting her as wildly as she wanted him. As their gazes locked interminably, she knew that he read the wantonness in her own dark orbs. Her entire body quaking, she rose, guided by his strong arm, and leaned against him, her arms closing around his lithe muscular body, pressing hard against him, jamming her pubic mound against the iron-hard denim-covered length of his penis, pressing the burning nipples of her breasts against his heaving chest-muscles.
Oh, Andy" she gasped.
With a moan his mouth came down on hers, clumsy and inexperienced, but guided by age old instinct. Her lips parted and his tongue snaked wildly between them, forcing its way past her trembling lips and the barrier of her teeth into the wet oral cavity to search for her tongue and suck it deep into his mouth. The lust abandoned older woman responded wantonly as the boy's groping hands slipped low along the tingling column of her spine to cup her full clenching ass-cheeks. They moaned and swayed together for an interminable time while she forced her hand between their straining bodies to clutch the rigid length of his cock through his jeans and squeeze frantically. They breathed harshly through their nostrils as their mouths clung wetly together, until finally she broke away with a movement of her head so sudden that it shook the scarf from her hair, letting the soft brown mass tumble long and free down her arching back.
Seemingly without effort, the tall young boy picked her up in his strong arms while she captured his mouth with her own, arms clinging tightly around his neck as he almost ran through the snug cottage to the bedroom. He lowered her to her feet and she nearly collapsed against him, grinding her body at him, parting her legs so as to feel the urgent length of his cock against her wantonly churning belly. Then they were stumbling together, falling across the bed, both of them panting furiously as their hands sought each other's flesh. She felt his fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and couldn't wait for the feel of his hands cupping and squeezing the throbbing mounds of her quivering breasts. Impatiently she caught the front of the blouse and ripped violently, buttons flying as the fabric parted and her heaving braless breasts were freed.
Andy!" she cried. "Love me!"
Eagerly his hands closed on the quivering roundness caressing and squeezing as his mouth closed hungrily over first one breast and then the other, sucking hard, lashing the tingling nipples into burning tips which were an electrical extension of the pounding nerve-ends of her entire body. She twisted and sobbed, catching his head in her hands to draw it down to her with all the pressure she could muster.
She was beyond all thought or reason, guided only by the promise of satisfying release as she spread her legs wide and arched her body to meet his own grinding down between them and pressing her supple form hard into the mattress. She began to hump up against him, feet flailing as he kissed and sucked her abandonedly surging breasts with youthful fervor while she stared glassy-eyed at his beautiful young head watching his mouth work on her burning breasts.
Take them off!"
The lusty young teenager lifted up momentarily from her as she rose up long enough to work the button open and slide the zipper down. Then his hands were fumbling to help her own shaking fingers yank them past the swell of her hips and the heaving half-moons of her ass, along the thrashing smoothly-turned columns of her legs to be discarded on the floor. His eyes fastened on the curling dark hairs of her pussy triangle and he caught his breath as he stared at the narrow slit of her cunt which was even now swelling, distending, opening like the petals of a flower to bare the glistening pink flesh of her trembling pussy in urgent invitation.
With shaking fingers, the boy reached out to touch it lightly, as if to reassure himself that this was really happening, it was so much more than his young mind had been able to picture the day before when he had made himself cum in her bathroom!
Ellen cried out softly as Andy's fingertips slowly brushed along the length of her hotly aroused young pussy, dancing nervously up the cuntal furrow to finally flick tantalizingly at the tiny button of her clitoris. Just the finger touch almost made her cum! She cried out again and her head rolled in the beginning of erotic ecstasy! She had waited so long for this, so very long, and with wide eyes she stared up at the desire-contorted face of her teenage lover and was incredulous that this could happen to her after all those years of rejecting men!
For the first time since Dusty had left her, she felt like a full woman again! And to think that only a young inexperienced boy had been the one to reignite the fires of sensual lust! Incredible, but oh, so wonderful now that it was finally happening!
Despite her raging passion, she was aware of the utter immorality involved. She knew she had made this happen t-e fact that this beautiful sixteen year old boy wanted her as much as she wanted him could not change that. But she didn't care! The only thing that mattered was to have his straining young body on top of hers, the hot, iron-hard length of his cock ramming deep up into her throbbing cunt.
Urgently she thrust her pussy up to meet his probing linger and felt it slip into her juice-laden cunt passage to the first knuckle and with a strangled cry, she rose up, reaching for the heavy buckle of his belt, ripping it open, clawing at his jeans for the treasure it concealed as she gasped, Andy, Andy my dear! "Fuck me!"
He drew back only long enough to struggle out of his jeans. Then his young body fell atop hers on the bed, his swollen, turgidly thick cock slapping with an audible sound against the mound of her desirous cunt.
* * *
"My God Chuck, will ya look at that!" Hal Witt whispered as his eyes bulged from his head. "I never seen a broad so hot to get fucked! And by a goddamn snot-nose little kid!"
"I knew she was a horny bitch," the other said in a hoarse voice. Snooty cunt too! Wouldn't even have a drink with me last night, and now look at her! Shit, she can't wait to get that pole in her pussy! She said she had things she wanted to think about. Now I know for sure what was on her mind!"
The two had come on the scene just as Ellen had called Andy into the house. Being ahead of their scheduled repairs, they had decided to park the truck where it could not be seen. Because of the heavy bushes surrounding Ellen's house, they had been able to sneak within a dozen feet of the large bedroom window.
The windows were wide open and nothing obscured their view of what was taking place except a thin curtain which billowed in the breeze, adding to the erotic effect of viewing the young boy's willing seduction by the beautiful older woman.
"What we should do," Hall muttered, "is if she's so hot for a fuck, bust in there and throw that young punk right off her and give her a couple of good bangs. Want to?"
"Your mouth would make a good ass-hole!" his friend said in disgust. "That would really blow it! We might get one fuck out of the deal, and a hell of a lot of trouble. No, you slip back to the car and get the Polaroid camera. Make sure they don't hear you. We'll just get some pictures that will make her turn that pretty pussy up to the sun for us any time we tell her to do it."
"I want to see him get it in her first," the other protested moodily.
"You stupid shit! What's more important?-seeing him get it in her or getting it in yourself one of these days? Get the camera!"
Reluctantly, Hal Witt obeyed. In less than a minute he was back. As Chuck Quinn focused on the bedroom window, the two naked bodies entwined and began to writhe in lewd abandon on the bed. He raised the camera and clicked the shutter just as Ellen Manning's hand closed tightly on the youth's rampant cock. He began to take pictures at one-minute intervals.
"Jesus, that camera works good, Chuck," Hal said as he examined each instant picture with lewd delight, his tongue wetting his lips. "I'll bet we can sell these."
"What I'm gonna get for those is worth a lot more than a few bucks," Chuck retorted.
"What you mean, "what you're gonna get"? What about be?"
"I found her, I figured it out and it's my camera and brains we're usin', " the other retorted in a curt whisper. "I get her first, She might put a squeal if two of us came at her at one time right away. I'll break her in for both of us."
"Okay, okay," the other grumbled. "I want to fuck her in the mouth."
"I don't give a damn if you fuck her in the ass but remember, I'm first!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Jesus! Mrs. Manning" Andy moaned in her ear as he felt her eager fingers frantically massaging the length of his pulsing young cock while he rocked back and forth over her spread out churning body. The teenager wanted so urgently to sink his rigidly swollen penis into the depths of her undulating cunt but he wasn't sure he could do it. Her cunt seemed so small, and he knew his cock was big, even for a boy his age, as he had matured faster physically than most of his friends. He stabbed at her, but her hand was holding his hardness so tightly that he couldn't draw back far enough to get the head that was throbbing so obscenely in her grasping fingers to the dilating cunt lips with their fringe of wet pubic hair.
"I want to do it to you! I shouldn't do it, but I gotta! I gotta fuck you! Oh! I didn't mean to say that, ma'am. But it's what the guys all call it! I've never done it before, but I just got to! Please let me do it to you!
Andy, oh Andy darling," she cried softly, kissing his neck and lips urgently while her hand weighted the hot rigidity of his huge cock. No longer did she give any thought to her ex husband, who had been only a few years older than this earnest young boy when they had married. Nothing mattered now except having this shy teenager in her arms and feeling the lovely cock she clutched so eagerly rammed deep inside her.
"I want you to fuck me. Oooh! So much. Now! Go into me now! Raise up and I'll guide you in me!"
Her free arm locked tightly around his shoulders as she sought his mouth, running her tongue deeply into it, while with her right hand she led the hotly swollen tip of his straining young cock to the wide-open lips of her cunt. God, it felt huge! And it had been so long! Would he be able to get it into her? She'd die if he didn't!
She struggled to open her burning thighs even wider and urgently raised her pelvis until she felt the rubbery, throbbing cock-head at the flexing lips of her juice-laden cunt. His lust contorted features seemed to swim before her glazing eyes. Nothing existed for her in that blissful moment except her pulsing pussy and the massively throbbing rod which would quench its fire. Slowly she rubbed the head along the length of her cunt slit, moistening it with her own slick fluids. Though he jerked toward her, she held him back for a moment, her fingers stroking up and down the length of his burgeoning shaft, peeling his foreskin back, loving the silken feel of his desire-hardened penis.
Then, with a low moan, the lust-possessed woman guided the throbbing tip into the valley of her up-thrust buttocks, to the fringed vaginal mouth, teasing them both, imagining how it would feel when finally his rigid cock plunged ravishingly into the lubricated depths of her cuntal passage to completely fill her starved undulated belly.
"Now!" She gasped. "Slowly!" Andy pumped forward a couple of inches. Despite her yearning, Ellen Manning was not prepared for the size of his cock and cried out softly in surprise as the head popped through the tightly clenched mouth of her desire-wracked cunt. She was sure it would tear her apart but she had to have it. Moaning like a wild creature, she undulated her hips, tilting her pelvis up in lewd invitation for him to penetrate deeper. And he rocked forward again, a mere inch, and she felt her vaginal flesh begin to give way, rippling ahead of the impaling penile instrument that was to bring her wanton, scarcely remembered pleasure. She grunted with each short restrained stroke as the boy thrust gradually into her, supporting his weight on his elbows as she clung to his neck and kissed him deeply.
Then it became too much for young Andy Rivers to hold back. He had to know the full depths of this beautiful divorcee! With a strangled cry he lost control and slammed down on her up thrust vaginal opening, feeling the full leg length of his eager rod ram deep up into her secret flesh, pushing it ahead in hotly yielding waves until finally the blood-engorged head struck the very mouth of her womb as his semen-heavy balls smacked wetly and solidly into the cheeks of her splayed-open ass-cheeks.
"Ohhhh" Ellen moaned out in mingled pain and pleasure at the sudden invasion of her incredibly tight, almost virginal cunt. "Oh! You're in me! Andy, you're fucking me! God! We're fucking! . . Fucking! . . Her legs flailed wildly then locked tightly to his ramming hips.
Her passionate cries frightened the inexperienced youth and he paused, deep in her, feeling the molten clutching cuntal tissue squeezing at his penis as she writhed and moaned beneath him, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth again. He jerked his head up to look down at her beautiful, desire-twisted face. Her lips were drawn back tight in an lustful smile, and her eyes rolled wildly as her nostrils flared in passion.
"Am I hurting you?" he blurted. "I don't want to hurt you. But I gotta fuck, I just gotta!"
A lewd thrill of excitement ran through the sol long denied woman as she realized the full extent of her teenage lover's innocence. The thrill of gratifying such a sweet boy fully for the first time in his life added a new dimension to her sensual pleasure and she wondered what this must look like to anyone who might be able to see of course, nobody could, but there was a vicarious thrill to thinking of such a possibility.
Herself, a twenty-four year old wriggling and groaning, humping her hungry loins up at a boy half her age as his virgin cock worked in and out of her clutching, burning cunt with an obscenely squishing noise as his heavy balls smacked lewdly against the clenching half-moons of her straining buttocks! Her slender thighs clamped tight around his body, heels drumming on his arching back as he fucked deep into her! The lust demented girl wished there were some way she could have a picture, to always remember this moment!
"Yes, do it!" she moaned. "Do it. Fuck! Andy, fuck meee!
The boy lover began to drive in and out of her in long deep strokes, withdrawing until only the throbbing tip remained within the clasping lips of her hotly steaming pussy, each stroke pulling her tender inner flesh out then shoving it back far up into her burning womb. Andy panted heavily, raising up on his hands and gazing lustfully down between their writhing bodies so he could see the iron-hard length of his cock sliding in and out of the hungry cuntal mouth that sucked voraciously at it as the divorcee rolled and tossed, raising her hips to meet each of his inexperienced, piston-like thrusts.
He had never known such pleasure existed! Her full breasts jiggled with the thrashings of their madly copulating bodies and he lowered his head, caught one in his mouth and began to suck violently on the passion-distended tit. The lovely brunette's eyes were becoming heavy with her rising lust as they silently implored him to keep giving her this fucking she so obviously needed.
"Oh man! he panted between stroked. "This is mind blowing".
"Yesssss! So wonderful, my darling Andy! Keep it up!"
Ellen was no longer ashamed of the manner in which she had seduced the lad. Nothing which gave so much pleasure to two people could ever be bad! The fact she was older meant nothing. That this was her first act of illicit sex with a boy meant nothing. The wildly fucking woman reveled in her newfound wantonness as Andy sweated over her, plunging his fiery rod of male flesh deeper and harder up into her moistly clutching pussy as the wet solid smacking of their meeting filled the bedroom of the little house.
Suddenly, with primitive male instinct, he broke his rhythm long enough to grasp her knees and push them forward, so they touched the feverish tips of her jiggling breasts, flattening them, opening her yearning cunt to the now savage, ever faster pummeling of his heedlessly rampaging cock. Ellen groaned, defenseless beneath his youthfully thrusting loins, but with ever-rising ecstasy as each driving stroke split her straining ass-cheeks wider. She was almost powerless to move in this position, other than to rock her greedily gulping cunt up to her with each stallion-like plunge of his muscular body. She sensed he was completely out of control, and prayed silently that he wouldn't stop too soon. She had to cum too! He had to make her cum!
Her arms were pinned by her cruelly bent legs, but she didn't care. All she cared for was the rock-hard penis that ripped smoothly up and down the warm wet interior of her cuntal passage like a huge well-oiled piston, his sperm-bloated balls slapping against her sensitive ass maddeningly. This wasn't what she had meant to do not at all! She told herself she had fought it as best she could, but her own secret desires had betrayed her. And how wonderful that they had! Wonderful for them both that his rigid young cock was raising the delicious tingling in her lewdly impaled cunt. She could hear the wild squeaking of the bedsprings and the sound mingled with their own gaspings and panting, was a delicious symphony for the newly liberated divorcee.
"Oooohhh! Fuck! the ecstatic brunette moaned as with an effort she freed her left hand and reached down to catch his plunging balls and held them firmly. They felt so heavy and hot and full of the sperm that she would soon feel gushing up into her orgiastically straining body. She could sense that the touch of her fingers had triggered something in her teenage lover, that he was going to cum to fill her with this hot male essence and his cock seemed to get even harder and thicker and longer, his pumping more violent. With her other hand she sought for the crack of his tightly clenching buttocks and forced her fingers deep into the crease, then without thinking, did something she had never done, even with Dusty. She thrust her middle finger as far as it would go into Andy's ass-hole, feeling the tight rubbery anal muscles give way before her unnatural probing. She heard him cry out in sudden awareness, his balls drawing up to the base of his young cock in a hard knot, and that did it for her! The smoldering volcano in her boiling loins began to explode as wave after wave of indescribable sensations rolled through her churning belly, her neck muscles contorting thrusting her head back hard against the heaving mattress.
Oh, my darling Andy, I'm cumming!" Ellen cried out, ramming her finger steadily in and out of his clasping ass as she held tight to his burning-hot balls. "Oh, Andy, my darling baby! You've made me cum! Oh! Ooooooh!
Her words became a drawn out ecstatic moan as continuing surges of long repressed orgasmic relief possessed her straining body. She felt the sudden gushing of her cum flow from her womb to inundate his still-hammering cock as she kicked her legs free and flailed them wildly like a woman gone totally mad. Then Andy was pausing for a moment, only the pulsing head of his cock embedded in the orgasmically clutching hole of her trembling cunt as he looked down at her lust contorted face for a long moment, then thrust into her thrashing body with a final violence.
Emitting a wild cry of his own, the newly initiated youngster felt the hot fire of his teeming sperm rushing the full length of his cock to explode with a tremendous gushing against the milking mouth of her womb, to mingle wetly with her own sticky cum juices that had already deeply coated his spasming cock-shaft with the sweetness of his first truly experienced orgasm.
His pelvis smacked hard against her greedily sucking cunt as wave after wave of cum pumped from his balls in response to her fingers squeezing them. The head of his burgeoning penis flexed and seemed to grow immense for a final moment as the great river of his creamy white cum spilled from his straining body to mix with her own hot love-juices.
Ellen felt the hotness of his orgasm deep in her belly filling her to overflowing as interior muscles she hadn't been aware of were at work rhythmically milking the still-hard rod of youthful male flesh. She felt their juices spilling from the tender mouth of her cunt to flood over his balls and down the widespread crevice of her contracting buttocks. She clamped her shaking legs around his trembling body as he collapsed over her, panting like a spent stallion, holding him a satiated prisoner until, long minutes later, his penis had softened and shrunk so that it slipped wetly from the clutching mouth of her pussy. Only then, with a long sigh of contentment, did she pull her finger slowly from the boy's rectum and free him from the iron-grip of her arms and legs, allowing him to move weakly from her glowing body.
They lay side by side, kissing and caressing languorously, their bodies velvet soft and slick against each other. She felt the wetness between her legs and finally, with a sigh of regret, slipped from the bed to head into the bathroom while he lay watching her with adoring eyes until she closed the door. She soaped a washcloth and gently wiped away the long sticky strings of thick white cum which trailed from the still swollen lips of her finally released pussy down the flesh of her arching thighs. His young body had hammered her so hard she would be black and blue for a week. Left over souvenirs of her wanton delight.
Rinsing the cloth, she carried it to the bedroom where Andy, his eyes now closed as if in sleep, lay spread-eagled on his back. She bent over him and began to gently wash his penis and balls, tenderly fingering them. Where he had been so big, he was now so small and soft. It was difficult to believe that only minutes before, he had been so hard and violently ramming into her.
An urge to express her love for the almost forgotten pleasure he had given overcame her as slowly she knelt above his loins to take his spent penis in her delicate fingers, her head lowering until the lovely boy-cock seemed to fill her entire field of vision. Although she had never even thought of doing such a thing in her life, she now kissed the soft pink cock with moist, love-guided lips, lapping at it with the tip of her tongue, tasting the sweetness of a final drop of cum which seeped from the tiny hole at the end.
"Ooh ... Mrs. Manning!" She raised her head, the tousled mane of thick hair tumbling over his parted thighs. "Ooh ... " His young eyes were wide, unbelieving.
"My beautiful lover," thank you, she whispered.
Slowly her face bent over him again, the sensuous lips pursing in a wet oval as they closed on his limp member and this time took all of him into her mouth. Ellen could feel the boy's strong youthful heartbeat with her very lips as her head rested low on his muscular young belly. Then one of his hands moved down, stroking her soft hair gently, tenderly, while she purred like a contented cat and cupped the now drained sac of his balls in her palms.
It was then Ellen noticed the angle of the sun slanting through the big window and realized it must be getting late. This beautiful mood had to end! Andy had told her he could only work part of the day, that he was expected at home to do chores. She must send him away, no matter how much she wanted to keep him with her. If somebody came looking for him and found them like this, she would be ruined! With a sigh, the satiated divorcee let his penis slide from the warm caressing circle of her moist lips and raised her head. Looking at his quivering young cock, she thought maybe it was just in time, for he was unmistakably getting hard again! Just being in her mouth, even though she hadn't willed it! She thought of stories other women had told her, of how they went down on men, and she remembered that the vile youths who used to harass her at the shop often lewdly asked her if she wanted to do a blow job and the visions had been utterly repulsive to her. But taking Andy's lovely young penis into her mouth and holding it there immobile had been beautiful for her, and she could not relate it to the loathsome visions she had held before. No, what she had just done so purely and spontaneously had no relationship whatever to the lewd things she had heard of.
"Please don't stop, Mrs. Manning," the youth pleaded, his hands going to her head, urging it down to his loins again. "That felt so good to me!"
Andy, she said softly, drawing away and tossing her long hair from her face. "It felt good to me too, But I think you were getting excited all over again, I kno I was."
"Well, why can't we do it some more?"
"Because you have to go home." She looked at her clock. "You're late already and you can guess what would happen to both of us if your parents came looking for you and found us like this. Come on, get dressed now, like a good boy."
He grinned sheepishly and reached for his shorts and jeans and began pulling them on. "I guess you're right ma'am. But we're gonna do it again, aren't we? It was so groovy. I mean, well it was wasn't it?"
"Honey", Ellen said seriously, rising naked from the bed and embracing him. "If we do, we're going to have to be very careful. You've given me an awful lot to think about. You're intelligent enough to understand that other people, would say I'm a wicked woman for seducing you. The reason why I did it wouldn't matter in the least if it ever came out. At the least, I'd have to leave the area. I might even go to jail. I doubt the authorities would do anything to you, because they'd say it was all my fault and I guess it was but your parents might give you a hard time. The very least that would happen if this is ever found out is that we'd be separated forever. And I don't think either of us would want that. So, you understand, you must never say anything or even hint, at what we've done."
"Mrs. Manning!" You think I'm some kind of fink or something?" The hurt and anger showed in both his eyes and his voice. "I'm not a blockhead. And I love you, ma'am. More than anything in the world, anyone! I'd never do anything to hurt you. I'd die first! Honest!"
"I believe you would Andy," she said, smiling at his youthful earnestness and loving him for it. "As for how often we can be together we'll just have to see. If people know you're coming over here, and they don't see you working in the yard, they'll start thinking. We'll have to be very, very careful. Now, you go on home. I'll see you tomorrow, but I don't know if this will happen then, so don't get your hopes up."
"Alright, I understand," he said, and then with a grin, added, "Don't be too sure it was you who seduced me. I wanted you so bad when I came here I'd have done about anything!"
"Okay, we'll say it was mutual," she said with a soft smile. "Now, go!"
Reluctantly he ran a last fleeting caress over her lush body and left the bedroom. Quickly the smiling woman clothed herself, not in the too-tight shorts or the torn blouse, but in the same outfit she had worn on her drive the previous night. There was a strange serenity to her mind, a feeling of wonderful completion in her vibrant reawakened woman's body as she brushed her hair. In the mirror, her reflection glowed and she knew what a man meant when he said a woman looked like she'd just been well fucked. And was I! ever she thought, smiling happily.
There was a knock at the door and rushing to open it, she found Andy grinning sheepishly.
"Ma'am, I'll be a little longer. My bike has a flat tire and it'll take me a few minutes to patch it and pump up."
I'll drive you and the bike home in the truck."
"Naw, ma'am. Maybe we better not be seen riding around together. "It'll just take a little while. I didn't want you to think I was hanging around after you told me to go, is all."
"All right, Andy," she replied, repressing a giggle.
She closed the door, and saw the uneaten sandwiches on the kitchen table, suddenly realizing she was hungry. She sat down and resumed the meal which had been so wantonly interrupted, but she had no time to finish if this time either, for soon she heard a car drive up and there was another knock at the door. This time she found to her relief, it was the telephone man come to hook up the phone. He made the connection quickly, checked the instrument, gave her a card with her new number and left with hardly a glance at her. The attractive divorcee was slightly amused it was the first time in months that a man hadn't made an overture of some kind! On impulse, she went out to the back yard, where Andy was and she gave him the number, and took his in return.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sitting in a booth at the local bar and shielded from the view of other patrons, Chuck Quinn and Hal Wit furtively and lewdly examined a thick stack of color pictures and formulated detailed and devious plans. After finishing the route, they had gone to Quinn's house and made two copies of each picture, so they had nearly six dozen in all.
Each of them would keep a set, and the third set would be hidden in a safe place.
"Damn it, Chuck, but that one fucks like a wild mare," Hal said, licking his lips. He was several years older than his partner, a thin man with blue eyes, uneven teeth and a craggy face. "She's a real piece of tail!"
"You better believe it", his friend said. "And that boy for a kid, he's hung! And he uses it good! Christ! Did he ever have her squealin for more!"
"He goddamn well did! Be fun to see if we can make her howl louder!"
"We will," Quinn said. "If it takes us all night. Again, I get her first, and you stay the fuck away!" He picked up another picture and held it to the light. "Damn, look at the way she's got those pretty lips wrapped around his prick! I gotta try some of that!"
"You an' me both," Hall agreed. "I thought she was tryin' to get him up so he could fuck her again, but all of a sudden she jumps up and sends him packin'. Didn't look like she was mad at him, though."
"I could make out what she said. Seems he wasn't supposed to be there fuckin' her at all. He was supposed to be home workin'. "
"An' then the phone guy showed up. I thought maybe she'd give him a little, but he didn't stay long."
"I know that ass-hole. He's afraid a pussy bites. He couldn't get laid in a whorehouse." Quinn took a long swig of beer and refilled his glass from the pitcher. "That goddamn bitch! Kisses me off in a voice so cold it would freeze your tail off when all I want to do is buy her a drink! And then she rapes a kid! Well, wait till tomorrow! I'm running' the route early, an' I'm runnin' it alone!" He reached across the table and thumped the other's skinny chest with a thick hard finger. "An' you, Hall, you work somewhere else! If there's no work, you come here an' drink beer, or go someplace where people can see ya! I ain't takin' no chances on you sneakin' up there for a peek when I'm educatin' Miss Hot Cunt. If I even get an idea you're snoopin' I'll it so you're usin' yer ass-hole for a hat! Get me?"
Chuck! Will protested. "I wouldn't do nothin' like that!"
"You'd walk a mile to see two dogs fuckin' you dirty old man!" Chuck Quinn grinned. "Let's have another round."
"I got the last one it's your turn!"
"You wanna get some of this pussy or not?"
"Okay, okay, I'll buy".
"And you owe me two bucks apiece for the pictures."
"I thought we was buddies!" Hal whined. Aren't they worth it the way you need something to help you jack off."
"Shit, you bastard!" Hal spat out, "it's a deal."
* * *
"It's about time you're home, baby brother?" Jim Rivers glared at his younger brother as Andy parked the bike. Jim was eighteen, home for the summer from the boarding school their parents had angrily sent him to when he got that girl Salinas. He was a bigger and more muscular version of Andy and enjoyed nothing more than using his fists on his younger brother. He was angry now because Andy had disappeared when they were both supposed to work on the lawn because their mother was entertaining members of her bridge club at a lawn party the following day. "You were supposed to be back by noon and I've fucked around and worked my ass off all day and I don't like it a goddamned bit! I should beat the shit out of you just for starters!
"Cool it, Jim, I had a flat on the bike. I couldn't help it. I'll do all the rest for you," Andy said hoping to appease his angry brother. He didn't like to fight, and he felt that, at least this time, Jim's mood was justified. He had overstayed and the reason for it was something he could never tell. "I was stuck working for Mrs. Manning and I got careless about the time. I'm sorry."
"You can forget about working for her tomorrow," his brother said. "I've busted my ass all day here, and I'm not half done. You take over and finish it up, and there's enough to keep you busy right up to the time of Mom's party tomorrow. "I've done all I'm about to do and if you give me any more crap, I'll knock you on your ass. You dig?"
"I t Id you I'm sorry," Andy said. "I just got tied up with the flat.
"I just know you fuck off a lot," the older boy sneered.
"Honest ... "
"Bullshit, I oughta whip your ass!"
"Aw, Jim let's not have trouble, " Andy pleaded He was not afraid of being beaten. He simply didn't want trouble. He wanted to think about how beautiful it had been with Mrs. Manning, even if she was so much older.
How it had felt when they had actually done it and she had taken his cock into her mouth and sucked it so gently. He knew that when she did that, she had to love him! He wished she hadn't stopped and sent him away. He thought he might have cum if she kept sucking him. Her mouth had been so warm and soft. He pushed the vision of her lovely mouth pursed in a clasping oval around his rod from his mind and faced his brother, "I'll do whatever you want. Honest!"
"Bull!" Jim said with a sneer. "Finish cutting the fucking grass and then start weeding, you mother-fucker."
"Okay. I said I didn't want trouble. I'll do it! Just leave me alone, okay?"
"Jim laughed.
"I don't want to fight you," the younger boy said and he drew himself up as he spoke. His eyes were cold and he began to tremble with suppressed rage. Jim recognized the signs. Andy was about to become violent, and whenever Andy really got mad, he could hurt a person. Jim didn't like being on the wrong end of a fight with him.
"Sure. Just get to work, and we'll forget it, okay?"
"I'm sorry I wasn't back on time, Jim."
"Cut the damn grass," and he walked away.
* * *
Chuck Quinn awoke with both a hangover and a hard on and realized he had almost two hundred miles to drive today on his repair work. He clutched his aching head and gulped two aspirin. Those, plus a couple of shots of the vodka he kept in the kitchen, and a glass of tomato juice, would take care of the hangover in time to get to work. His throbbingly erect penis he could do something about. Reaching for the stack of photos on the bedside table, he began to stroke it slowly with his hand as he looked at the pictures of the lovely young divorcee being fucked out of her mind until finally she had slid down on the bed and begun to suck the kid's cock like it was the most precious thing in the world. You ain't even tasted cock yet, honey, he muttered as he increased the speed of his jerking hand. He held the lewd picture close to him. I've got something to really fill your cocksucking mouth, you bitch!
Then he stroked his rampantly erect cock with a purpose in mind. He was sure he could coerce the cock-sucker Mrs. Manning into doing anything he wanted, once she had seen the pictures. She'd have no choice in the matter.
But he wanted her so badly himself that he knew he would cum too quickly if he didn't take care of himself now. Hell, he might even cum in his pants just thinking of how it would be to get into her tender young pussy. Damn, but she'd gone for the kid's prick like she hadn't had one in years! With a lot of moaning and groaning too! She was just plain hot to fuck! The only thing to do was to pump himself out now and then make her take it in her mouth and really work on it. Suck and lick, down on her knees until her jaw and neck ached from the effort and the only thing in her mind would be to make him cum deep in her clutching mouth to end it. That's how it's gonna be, you stuck up fuckin' bitch! Then his sperm jetted from the blood-engorged head of his cock as he stared at the color photo of the beautiful woman with her bent head nestled in between the legs of that kid Andy Rivers.
CHAPTER SIX
Not sleeping Ellen lay in bed for more than two hours, restlessly tossing. The lovely divorcee had satisfied her yearning body, and she had done wrong. Those two thoughts kept intruding on her anguished conscience. She had practically raped a young boy, a good boy and she was old enough to be realize what a traumatic expert e it must be for Andy. He had said that he loved her, and he probably believed it. He was so young, so clean, so honest ... She hoped she had given as much as she had received.
The memory of how his young hard cock had felt when it was pummeling deep up into her yielding belly again swept over her struggling conscience, again obliterated the nobler sentiments of guilt and she wanted him now, and there was no way to reach him. The fire was raging in her loins, a fire which she had no way to put out.
"I've got to talk to someone," the troubled young woman said into the empty room. "Anyone!" And for the first time in her life realized how alone she really was. She really had nobody. No relatives being orphaned years ago. Dusty's family had never been friendly. And since their divorce, she had erected a wall around herself. There had been only Kay.
"Kay! that's who!"
She got out of bed and went to the phone. It seemed to ring forever before the soft voice came on the line.
"I need you," Ellen whispered into the telephone. "Yes?"
"To talk. Something's happened. I'm confused."
"I'm coming."
An hour passed before Kay arrived. She had got lost on the unfamiliar roads. By that time, Ellen had a good fire going in the fireplace and had brewed a fresh pot of coffee.
"Sorry to be so long," Kay said with a grin as she came in, peeling off her sweater and casually tossing it over the nearest chair. She was barely covered by the shift she wore. It was thin. Not even panties on! Her unrestrained young breasts pushed against the taut fabric of her shift as she flashed the irresistible impish smile. "I didn't know whether you'd ever invite me out here."
"It wasn't an invitation It was a call for help."
"So lay it on me, " Kay said. "Tell me the trouble that's what I'm here for.
"Let me get the coffee." Ellen brushed her hair back and looked steadily at the other girl. "This could be a long session."
"Why else would you have called me at this time of night?"
Ellen brought the hot coffee. She poured two generous mugsful, sitting on the big sofa beside the small dark-haired girl. Troubled, she looked directly into her friend's eyes before speaking.
"I fucked."
"You were fucked!" Kay's eyes widened in disbelief. She knew Ellen Manning well. The word didn't shock her, they used it casually at the shop, because everyone who came to the place did, and there was nothing obscene intended. But Ellen did not fuck! It was unthinkable for Kay. How many times had Ellen come to her for relief when a man had pushed her too far? How many times had the smaller girl been allowed to bury her face between the trembling white thighs and bring pleasure to Ellen?
"Have you called the police yet?"
"Kay, I didn't say I was fucked. I said I fucked! I fucked with all my heart and soul, with a boy half my age! Only sixteen! And I think I love him and don't know what to do about it, which is why I called you! It's wrong and it's a sick thing, and I need help! I have to talk it out!"
"Tell me," Kay said softly. "Tell me all of it."
"I want to," Ellen whispered. "I have to. But I don't want to hurt you..."
"How would you hurt me?"
"By making you listen to it. Ellen leaned over and gently kissed the younger girl on the lips. They were warm and soft and moist, parting to welcome Ellen's probing tongue. After a long minute, Ellen, her face beginning to color, drew back. "I know how you feel about me. I know you love me. I love you, or I wouldn't have called you tonight. You've been my safety valve for so long, the one I turn to ... And I can't return your love in the same way ... I'm so sorry, Kay."
"Darling, tell me what happened," Kay whispered. She kissed Ellen, cupping the girl's face in her hands, and then drawing her head down toher firm, wide-set breasts. She pulled the top of her dress away so Ellen's head was cradled between them. She began to stroke Ellen's long hair with her fingers. "Tell me everything, darling."
So Ellen told her. She didn't spare herself. She cried at the end and was silent only when Kay guided her sobbing mouth to her nipple and urged her to suckle like a newborn child. The confused Ellen sucked and licked and kneaded the warm breast while in a quiet comforting tone, Kay began to speak.
"It's the most beautiful story I've ever heard. I wish it could have happened to me." She pressed Ellen's mouth harder to her breast and continued to lightly caress the young friend's hair, tingling all over as Ellen's teeth bit into her aroused nipple, squirming on the sofa as she held the girl close. "You make it sound so, so wonderful. Not at all like what I went through."
"Tell me," Ellen murmured without taking her mouth from the comforting breast.
"You wouldn't like it. It's not happy."
"I'm not happy. I'm all confused. I'm in love with a teenage boy. Please, tell me. Please talk to me.
"All right. It was my fault. I shouldn't have gone with them."
"Them?"
"There were two. Big boys. Monstrous boys, and I should have known better. But it had been an important game, and everybody was excited. They had a car and a bottle, and I went with them. Alone.
They drove out along an old abandoned railroad track, and we were laughing and sort of replaying the game in our heads. They kept handing me the bottle. I was in the middle of the seat, between them. I got double the drinks they did."
"A bad scene," Kay murmured, then closed her soft lips around the other girl's breast again, needing its warmth. "Bad."
"They took my pants off and the one who was driving fucked me! He was big and it was my first time, and it hurt so bad I screamed my head off. Even now, I can remember how it was when he put it in me. It felt like a hot bar of steel going right up into my belly, splitting me, pushing my flesh ahead in great burning waves! He had me spread wide open on the seat of the car and I can still feel his balls pounding on my ass. God, how he hurt me! He held me down with his body and had one arm over my shoulders so I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. He just held me like that and fucked me. Fucked me! And when he was almost finished, he used his other hand and shoved his finger as far up my ass as it would go. I guess I really yelled then. I felt him getting bigger and bigger inside me, and his balls tightened up and then I felt the hot juice cumming up in my belly and running out of my cunt and all I could think of was would it stain my skirt, or would I get pregnant? Sort of stupid, now that I look back on it."
"Kay, it's not like that ... really..." Ellen murmured.
"There's more," the dark-haired girl said. "The second guy. I was almost hysterical, the first one had hurt me so much. I begged and cried like a baby. I hurt, and I was bleeding. I said I'd do anything, if only he wouldn't fuck me. He thought about that and said I could suck him instead. I didn't know what he meant and he said he'd show me. He made me get out of the car and kneel down on the road. Then he made me lick his balls and all over his prick and finally take it in my mouth and suck it, working my head back and forth until he came. He came in my mouth, and while he was cumming he held my head so hard, pumping himself in and out of my mouth, that I had to swallow it or choke. All the time, the lights of the car were on bright and I could hear the radio playing. The other guy watched it all, and he got hard again. I knew there was only one thing to do. I got on my knees again and took his cock in my hand, put it in my mouth and sucked."
"Oh, Kay," Ellen murmured.
"I didn't care then, I just didn't want to be fucked again. Sucking doesn't hurt."
"Rape hurts. Fucking is wonderful, with the right man."
"Not for me. I tried. Five or six different guys that I tried to love. Really nice guys. I wanted them to fuck me! I really did. But it hurt so much I had to stop them. I guess we must have tried every position you imagine, and nothing worked. I found they're just as happy if I suck them. I've gotten very good with my mouth. I like it when a man cums deep, in my throat. Does all this shock you?"
"Nothing could shock me more than I've shocked myself," Ellen whispered. "I feel so, so depraved. How I ever let myself go like that with Andy, even sucking him..."
"Did he cum in your mouth?"
"No. I didn't let it go that far. I got hold of myself."
"You should try" Kay said quietly. "If you think you love him."
"Oh, God," Ellen murmured. "He's just a boy."
"He's apparently man enough for you," She pulled away. "If I'm going to open up the shop in the morning, I'd better get moving. I think we've about talked it out."
"Don't go," Ellen pleaded. "Don't leave me alone!"
Her eyes were suddenly enormous in her face as she clutched at the younger woman with trembling hands.
"Please! Stay with me!"
Of course, darling. If you want me."
"I want you."
They went to the bedroom, where a pale yellow night light burned. It was noticeably cooler than the front room, where the fireplace had provided warmth. To undress, Kay had only to pull her brief dress over her head while Ellen Manning had to wiggle out of her tight-fitting jeans and pull off her sweater before diving into the big bed. The crisp new sheets were cold, and the two women snuggled together, seeking the warmth of each other's bodies.
Ellen suddenly felt safe in the other girl's embrace, hugging Kay close as her hands moved in warm caresses, gliding over the lush curves of Kay's hips and taut-muscled buttocks, at last finding the round full breasts and cupping them, teasing hard at the rising nipples. Then the voluptuous woman again snuggled down and began to lick and suck at her friend's lushly firm breasts, her warm wet lips and tongue working avidly at the nipples.
"Oh! God . . " Kay moaned, pulling Ellen's head tight to her heaving young breasts. "I never thought ... don't stop ... please don't stop!"
Breathing heavily, the older woman continued to suck at the warm breast, her hands roving over Kay's body as she felt the younger girl begin to undulate, spreading her velvet soft thighs and tossing restlessly on the bed.
"Put your hand on my cunt," Kay whispered. "Put it into me."
What am I doing? Ellen thought. She had never had such urges before. The times when she had gone to Kay she had been driven by frustration and deep physical need and it been Kay who did the love-making those times. Ellen had never wanted to do what she was doing now, and she realized that at last she must touch and taste all of Kay's quivering flesh. Was this depravity some sort of penance which she had subconsciously imposed on herself for her lewd and wanton seduction of young Andy?
She couldn't answer her own question. Ellen only knew that she had to do what she was doing, as she moved her hand slowly over the smooth trembling plane of Kay's gyrating belly, through the softness of the dark girl's pussy hair and finally to the moist dilating vee of her cunt. She heard the other girl gasp at the contact of her fingers, felt her opening wide, thrusting her pubic mound up to meet the probing caresses. Her fingers delved into the sweet dampness, parting the cuntal lips, finding the entrance to the vaginal passage and suddenly pushing deep up inside it.
"Aaaaaaahhh..." Kay moaned and began to work her young lithe body against the invading fingers. Ellen's thumb found the hard button of Kay's clitoris and began to stroke it too and the younger woman's fingers clutched at the thick taffy-hued mass of Ellen's hair as the lonely divorcee's mouth sucked wildly at her breast. Ellen's hand began to work steadily in the other girl's cunt and Kay ground herself against it, sobbing, "It's so good ... so good! ... Don't stop!"
Ellen lifted her mouth from Kay's breast and kissed the younger girl deeply, pushing the spear of her feverishly working tongue deep up into the hot cavern of Kay's mouth. When Kay sighed and offered her own tongue, Ellen drew it between her lips and began to suck it while her hand probed deep up into the hot wet depths of Kay's cunt. Then suddenly, Kay broke their passionate kiss.
"I'm cumming!" she said hoarsely. "So soon ... I'm cumming! Oh, your hand feels so good ... Ellen!
Ellen knew without being told as she worked her hand in and out of the juicy depths of the other girl's gushing vagina and again pressed her feverish lips tight to Kay's gasping mouth until the petite brunette went limp, trembling weakly with the urgency of her orgasm. The sweet scent of her juices filled the bedroom as Ellen her eyes wide and dark with passion, lifted her head.
"I want to taste you," she whispered. "I need to taste you."
Ellen knelt over the dark-haired girl. Slowly she bent and kissed each of the wide-set breasts, the tip of her tongue lashing the nipples to upright erectness. She moved lower, her tongue licking at the hotly trembling stomach-flesh of the other girl. Kay's thighs were spread wide, her ass-cheeks writhing on the sheets already wet with her cum. The wantonly aroused woman slid down on the bed until she was kneeling between her young friend's legs.
"Why am I doing this?" she mumbled to herself as, with shaking fingers, she parted the delicate flanges of Kay's cunt, exposing the soft, coral-hued inner flesh, glistening with the recently released juices of Kay's orgasm. She couldn't explain her lewd depraved action, but knew it was something she had to do. "I must taste you now."
Her darting tongue flickered as she dipped her head into the dark cavern of the other girl's pussy. She tasted the hotly quivering cuntal depths and moaned softly, burrowing her face hard into the wet, velvet-like female flesh. Her tongue worked its way far up into the fragrant passage, twirling, making Kay groan and roll on the bed, opening herself wider as her hands clasped Ellen's bobbing head and pulled it tight into her firm-fleshed thighs closing around Ellen's face as her cunt lips sucked on greedily. Then Ellen's tongue found Kay's clitoris and worked over and around it as the young brunette thrashed wildly on the bed, thrusting her achingly impassioned cunt hard against Ellen's mouth as the liquid sounds of licking and sucking blended with Kay's rising cries of pleasure. Ellen reached under the other girl, firmly grasping the trembling cheeks of her buttocks and squeezing them in her lewdly searching fingers. She was licking and sucking both at the same time, and now the second finger of her right hand came into contact with the tightly puckered hole of Kay's anus.
"Ooooooohhhhh!" Kay gasped.
Ellen thrust the finger in past the tightly constricted rubbery sphincter muscle as far as the first knuckle.
"Ann!" Kay groaned. "It hurts!"
The sudden cry of pain excited Ellen and she drove her tongue to its full length into the wetly clutching cavern of Kay's grinding cunt and at the same time began to rotate her finger in the girl's sensitive little anus. She could feel the finger moving through the thin membrane which separated the vaginal and rectal passages while under her lewd caress, her friend cried out and thrashed like a woman going mad.
Ellen thrust her finger to its full length into the wildly churning rectum of the other girl and Kay moaned in mingled pain and pleasure as Ellen rammed her finger in and out so hard that her palm smacked loudly against the wide-stretched ass-cheeks of the lewdly excited brunette.
"I'm cumming again! You're hurting me so much! Ohhh!"
With her finger forced far up Kay's clenching anal passage, Ellen greedily drank the thick cum gushing orgasmically from the other girl's cunt. Her voraciously working tongue and lips licked and sucked until there was no more, and her face glistened with the rich fluid which carried such a sweet pungent taste. For a long time, she lay with her face clamped between the smooth trembling thighs, until Kay drew her up from her kneeling position to kiss the other woman tenderly.
"I don't know why I did that," Ellen murmured.
"You were beautiful. I love you."
"I know that. But I didn't do it because I love you. It was something I just had to do. I can't explain it."
"It happened, that's all."
"I can sleep now, Kay."
And she did sleep, her arms and long legs twined with Kay's. She slept so deeply she hardly stirred as Kay, with the bright early sun streaming through the window of the remote country home, slipped from the bed.
In moments the diminutive brunette was dressed and she bent to kiss Ellen's parted lips lightly, lingeringly, wondering if she could still taste her own cum on them. Then she left the house, bundling into her seat in the car letting it roll down the drive until she could catch it in gear so that the sound of the starter wouldn't awaken the sleeping young girl.
When Ellen did awaken, she wasn't sure that what had happened last night in the bed hadn't been a dream. It all came back to her so vividly, the way she had made love to Kay, the way Kay's cunt had tasted so sweet to her but it was such an alien thing she couldn't believe it of herself. She looked around the room dazedly, Kay had left no traces of herself behind, and Ellen began to believe it had been a dream, until she went to the kitchen and found two coffee cups in the sink...
"I'm not that way," she cried. "I'm not!"
She thought, First a teenage boy and then her friend, Kay!
Sick with guilt and remorse, unhappily Ellen found her way to the shower and tried to cleanse herself of the obscene feeling that burned inside her.
* * *
"Okay, you get your ass outa bed," Jim Rivers said loudly as he pushed through the door of Andy's bedroom. "You got a day's work ahead of you, and I'm gonna see that you do it!"
Then he stopped in his tracks, a lewd grin splitting his lean young face as he saw his younger brother was masturbating. With a wild laugh, he pulled the protective blanket away. Andy, mortified, tried to cover himself.
"Damn if I didn't catch you at it," his brother chortled. "Who were you thinkin" about? That Mrs. Manning you were so anxious to work all day for yesterday? Yeah? I bet that's the pussy you had in mind she's sure prettier and better built than any of those teeny-boppers you and your pals run around with!"
"Get out! Andy said, springing from the bed as his ponderous erection quickly diminished. "Don't you dare talk about Mrs. Manning that way! I'll kill you. I swear it, I'll kill you!"
Jim, having the edge, merely laughed at him for a moment, and then grinned more kindly as he said, "Don't blow your cool, kid. We all whack off, and that's the kind of pussy we always think of. Trouble is, you'll never in your life et get into something like that. Maybe I won't either! I guess I don't blame you for wanting to hang around just to see her in those tight shorts, with her tits hangin' out" The grin went away. "But not today! Remember, you got all that yard work for Mom's party ahead of you. Go ahead jerk off and get it our of your system. It's the closest you'll ever get to the real thing!"
Suddenly, Andy Rivers eyes glazed and something seemed to snap in his mind. He just couldn't take any more razzing from his older brother, and without thinking, he blurted out the only thing which might possibly stop it.
"But I did!" he almost yelled. "I did it yesterday I fucked her!"
"Bullshit!" Jim retorted. But he was watching Andy closely. He knew one thing for sure about the younger boy when he became emotionally upset, as he obviously was now, he said the first thing off the top of his head and it usually turned out to be true.
"I did! I did!" Andy yelled. "We were having sandwiches and our legs were touching and something just came over us and the next thing I knew we were in the bedroom making love!"
"Fucking," Jim said.
"Yes, fucking!"
"Damn! you just might be telling the truth," he grinned widely. "If you are, then you're gonna fix me up with some aren't you?"
"Oh, Jesus!" Andy moaned. He stumbled back to the bed and sat on the edge, his face buried in his hands. I didn't. I just made it up honest!"
"Now, you little jerk, I know you told me the truth. You in love with her or something?"
He was unable to find any words.
"Okay! I'll keep my mouth shut. But you fix me up with her, or I'll start letting a word drop her and there. She should be glad to meet me I got more cock than you, and more experience with how it works."
"No..." Andy blurted, on the edge of tears now, dismayed by the terrible thing he had done.
"You fix it up," Jim said ominously, "or I'll go see her and fix myself up!"
"Go away," Andy blubbered. "Go to hell away from me!"
Later Ellen Manning heard Andy's voice on the phone, the youth was saying he wouldn't be able to work for her at all today, explaining in stammering phases about having to work at home. He sounded terribly upset, but she thought possibly he was bothered by the fact they would be unable to be together. She assured him everything would be all right, and that he could come the following day or whenever it was convenient. Then, with a sigh, she hung up. He had saved her a difficult phone call.
Because Ellen had determined to keep away from the naive teenager. No matter how deeply she had responded to him, wanted him, longed for his hard young cock plunging up into the yielding depths of her long denied body, she had forced herself over many cups of black coffee to be realistic. She had done something absolutely wrong with him, no matter how good it had been for both of them and it must not happen again. If she needed a man, as she now acknowledged she did-she did!-she must find one nearer her own age. Hopefully but not-likely, a man with all Andy's tenderness and good qualities and lithe fine body. She knew she would never forget the beautiful experience with the boy, but that it must be the only time. She vowed to herself that she would make a conscious effort to meet such men, many of them, until she found one who was right for her.
The question of the truck nagged at her. She wished wholeheartedly she had not made such a generous offer, though she knew she couldn't withdraw it. She couldn't have Andy nearby, but she realized he was not the sort who would take it as a gift. He would insist on working to earn it, and it would be impossible to have him around the house because she knew what would happen.
Just the mere recollection of the previous afternoon made her loins hot and her cuntal lips swell with desire. At a loss for a better solution, she thought she might even manage to wreck the truck beyond repair. If she did, she might be hurt, even killed and maybe that would be the best solution of all, she mused morosely. Her morbid thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. With distaste, she saw it was that man, that Chuck Quinn who had been so obviously lusting for her.
"Some flowers," he said, handing them to her.
She looked at it blankly. Seeing a large envelope with them.
"Look inside, you'll know it's for you, all right." He pushed past her into the living room and slammed the door shut before she could move to stop him. "Take a look, pretty lady,"
With a flash of intuition, even before her trembling fingers managed to tear the flap open, Ellen knew the sort of things she would find. She went weak at the knees and fell back on the sofa as the obscene pictures spilled out.
"Oh my God!..." she whispered, her face turning ashen.
"Take a good look at every one," Quinn commanded his thick mouth set in a dissolute grin of anticipation. He was loving this moment, seeing the proud bitch put in her place so brutally. "Look at them. Slowly!
Ellen was unable to resist, and her face turned red with shame as she saw herself in a contorted embrace with young Andy, his young body poised over hers, the head of his cock being led to the gaping mouth of her upturned pussy by her own fingers. She saw the ecstatic look on her face at the moment of his first deep penetration, the way her legs flew wildly in the air to lock tight around his plunging body as his heavy balls smacked against her rounded ass-cheeks, and then the way her knees were pressed obscenely against her breasts as his cock drove keep up into the juice-gushing receptacle of her clutching cunt. She relived every minute of it, and in spite of herself found the warmth spreading insidiously through her belly at the remembered wild passion they had shared.
Finally a picture captured her head swooping down on his penis, her mouth warmly engulfing it to the very base while her fingers toyed lasciviously with his balls and she remembered how he had tasted so sweet and manly to her virgin mouth and tongue. She raised stricken eyes to the bulky figure of the man. She saw no sign of mercy there, only wanton lust, and knew she was totally destroyed and maybe the innocent boy she had seduced too.
"How much do you want for these?" she finally managed to ask, repressing with difficulty the obscene phrases she wanted to scream at this depraved creature grinning before her. She was not good at swearing and she sensed that he already hated her, wanted to debase her for the way she had refused to have such a simple thing as a drink with him and endure a harmless flirtation. Whatever his price, it would be high!
She knew she must pay anything, rather than face exposure which would ruin not only herself but young Andy and she tried to think how much she had in the bank, even the house she had yearned for so long and had hoped to be so happy in. "How much?"
"I want some of that," Chuck Quinn said, pointing to the pictures. "I want a lot of that and a lot of ways."
"Oh no!" she gasped, but knew it was only a automatic reaction to the obscene demand. She would do whatever was commanded of her. Later she might think of possible revenge. She knew it was easy to find people in the city who would do terrible things to this bestial monster for a price, even murder, but she could not think of such retribution yet.
First she had to get the pictures, and to do that mean submitting to Chuck Quinn's lust. Here was the swift and terrible justice visited upon her for her own despicably action in seducing that innocent boy. Her worried eyes were met with tears of mingled shame and outrage as she made herself nod in silent surrender, managing to murmur submissively, "Will you give me the pictures then?"
"Hell no!" Chuck Quinn said cruelly. "But I'll promise you they'll be in a safe place and nobody'll ever see them. Particularly the boy's parents. From what I saw while I was takin' them, you need a lot of cock. Well, baby, you just found yourself a hell of a steady source of supply! I make this route everyday, an' don't mind special deliveries on weekends. We'll work it out!
"Oh, what an idiot I am!" she cried.
"I don't think you're too much of an idiot not to be already thinkin' up ways to get out. like maybe gettin' some friends to come lookin' for me. Forget it, pretty girl. There's two other sets of these pictures. My partner Hal Whitt had one, and the other's stashed where it'll turn up if anythin' bad happens to me. You got that in your pretty head?"
"I understand," she said in a flat voice
"Then let's hit the sack and fuck."
Silently, the trembling young woman walked to the bedroom, telling herself she would be able to pretend it wasn't happening, just to close her eyes and be like a log under his heavy body. She shut the door behind them and, this time, was careful to draw the heavy drapes under the window so the room was almost dark. She could smell the acrid odor of sweat and anticipation on him.
"What do you want me to do?" she said resignedly.
"First, open them drapes. I like to see what's happenin', "
"No!" she protested. "I can turn on a light."
"I like sunshine. Open 'em!"
Her eyes filling with tears at her impending degradation, the young woman obeyed.
"Strip!" he grinned. She could see the outline of an enormous erection in his pants. "And don't turn your back on me. I want to see it all.
The blackmailed young divorcee closed her eyes against the salty tears and, without a word drew her thin sweater over her head and tossed it on a chair. Her unrestrained breasts, round and firm and wide-set with nipples pink against the darker areoles, jiggled with her body's movements, and she thought blindly she was glad she had not put on a brassiere it meant one less garment to remove under his lascivious gaze. She unzipped her jeans, hooked her thumb in the waistband and swiftly drew them and her fragile panties also, down over her hips, the long tapering thighs, the gracefully curving calves. She stepped out of the last of her clothes and kicked them away to stand stunningly beautiful and completely defenseless before his obscenely glaring gaze.
"Now take my clothes off and do it sexy like."
She forced herself to take two small steps and close the gap between them. Her nostrils filled with the odor of him, and she was horrified to discover that something in the aroma triggered a sexual response in herself and she felt her nipples hardening and goose bumps rising on her sleek young body. So with shaking fingers she began to open the buttons of his shirt. When they were all undone, she jerked it from his pants and peeled it over his brawny shoulders and off the length of his arms, letting it drop on the floor. She forced herself to look at his thick chest, matted with curling dark hair, heavy-muscled. She was surprised at his height he seemed shorter than he really was because of his stocky build and the muscular flatness of his belly. Slowly her fingers trailed through the chest hair downward to find his belt and work the buckle open. She found the snap of the waistband and then the zipper.
"Down on your knees for this part, girlie." he snarled.
"No..." she said in a soft voice. "Nooooo..."Yes!"
His strong arms came up and his hands grasped her shoulders. She lacked the strength to resist and was forced to drop to her knees where she found herself staring at the sharp outline of the heavy bulge of his penis. She made herself jerk the zipper downward and there contained in his shorts, his penis and balls pressed out just scant inches from her face. She could not take her eyes from them as she pulled his pants down his legs and he lifted a foot at a time to kick them away.
"Now the rest," he said, his voice trembling with anticipation.
Forcing her fingers to move, she stretched the elastic band of the shorts and pulled downward. Suddenly the bloated length of his rigidly hard cock, the tip blood-filled and dark, sprang free and slapped against her face. She drew back in shocked humiliation, shutting her eyes while she yanked his shorts the rest of the way down his legs and off of him.
"Might as well take a good look at it, baby." he said gloatingly. "You'll be seein' a lot of that cock. Up close."
The defenseless girl forced her eyes open. His lewdly proffered member swayed, thick and muscular, inches from her face. She could see a drop of pre-seminal fluid had already formed at the tip, and she thought, Maybe it won't take too long. Beneath it, oval shaped and seemingly immense, his air-ladoned testicles dangled in their sac and the victimized divorcee thought of what they would pour into her nakedly defenseless body and shuddered.
"Take it in your hands." he ordered.
Ellen did. She drew the skin back allowing the bulbous head to pop lewdly from the pliant cap of the foreskin. She was unable to take her eyes off it. The kneeling brunette felt the strength of the man through his iron-hard penis and in a perverse way it thrilled her. She didn't want it in her, but nonetheless there was an unmistakable tingling in her belly, and she was aware of the lips of her cunt beginning to swell n anticipation. God! He would tear her apart! Andy had almost done that, and he was much more mature than young Andy! With a slow rhythm her hands began to stroke the massively distended cock-shaft, drawing the loose foreskin far back, then upward again to cover the bulging head until the next stroke.
"Hold onto my balls," Chuck Quinn said, beginning to sway slightly as he loomed, masterfully above her.
Unable to help herself, she lifted them, as if measuring their weight, and it seemed as though her fingers could feel the hot, life-forming semen sloshing heavily around inside them. She moaned softly, still stroking the length of his iron-hard shaft, and the warm breath from her parted lips blew over the mushroom-shaped glans exciting him more.
"Lick me!" Chuck Quinn said , his breath beginning to come in excited gusts as he moved one hand from her shoulders to the back of her head, his thick fingers catching the mass of her hair. "Kiss it!"
Ellen tried to pull back, but the pressure of his hand was too great. She looked up at him with pleading eyes dark with fear and blurred with her weeping, and she could see no mercy. As if mesmerized, she slowly extended her tongue through her sensuous quivering lips and touched the dilated rubbery head, amazed to find that, except for an exciting male pungence, there was no taste to it until the tip of her searching tongue encountered the little hole at the end. There a thick rich droplet of seminal fluid waited to tantalize her taste buds with a strangely delicate flavor and involuntarily she licked it away, savoring it on the tip of her tongue.
Then her hand squeezed his throbbing rigidity and drew the silky foreskin far back, holding it in position as she began to lick tentatively around the rim, not yet touching it with her lips but holding it as she might hold a sucker as she licked him with increasing willingness. She maneuvered it before her lips like she might move the stick shift of a car and began to moan softly, appalled by what she was doing but somehow unable to stay the urge to let her tongue roam around over it. She raised his thickly pulsing cock up and gingerly licked along the swollen shaft to the base, to where her fingers were kneading his swelling balls, and then back up again until her parted lips were brushing over the blood-engorged head. There was another droplet of cum fluid in the little hole now and her tongue swirled wetly at it as she again tasted his juice, feeling him shudder and shift his weight from one hairy leg to the other and back.
"That's nice. On the bed now," Chuck Quinn said. He pulled her toner feet, and she was aware for the first time that her knees hurt. The softness of the bed was going to feel good to her even with his big body above hers, pounding mercilessly down on her, his stiff penis ripping into her dilated cunt. He grinned. "I think we're gonna get along Ellie baby."
His words broke the spell and she tried to pull away, but he caught her by the arm and threw her on the bed. From her servile position, she looked into his eyes and surrendered again, as she lay on her back and drew her legs up, spreading herself wide, surrendering her tenderly splayed cunt to his unsolicited invasion. He looked down at her and laughed, then flopped on his back, his cock slapping obscenely against his hairy belly.
"Not like that! . . Do me like you did the boy! Kiss me all over like you wanted to eat me alive and then suck me. You can take your time. I got a couple of hours, honey.! "
"Ooh ... please! ... I've never done that," Ellen pleaded. "Never with my mouth. Rape me and I won't try to stop you, but not that!"
He laughed uproariously, as if at a wild jke he had never heard before. "Don't gimme that shit, baby! You was mouthin' his cock like a lollipop yesterday, and just now you seemed to like the taste of mine. You got a fine mouth, Ellen. Use it!"
I could kill him and then myself, she thought as her eyes blurred with fresh tears. But I don't have a gun. And if I shot him, then the shameful truth would all come out, and where would that leave Andy. I have to do it! I have to be a whore! So do it and get it over with!
Trying to close her mind to what was happening and trying to make an automation of herself, the victimized young woman tossed her long hair back and got on her knees above her burly oppressor. She really knew nothing of the erotic zones on the male body, other than a few of the more sensitive areas. Resolutely she grasped his cock, still wet with her saliva and held it tightly as she began to kiss his ears and neck, experimenting with the tip of her tongue. His flesh was acrid, sweaty, very masculine, so different from what she remembered of Andy. She knew enough to use her tongue teasingly, and to slowly stoke his cock as her mouth moved over his upper body. Anything to make him cum quickly, to end this depraved wanton obscenity!
"You got a fine tongue, honey," he said with a lewd chuckle, and moved restlessly under her as her mouth slipped down to close over his nipples. "A nice, soft mouth. Butter wouldn't melt in it, Let's see if a prick will."
She closed her mind against the lewd words as her lips puckered and drew on his male nipples.
Surprisingly, she found them rising and hardening, just as her own did when she was sexually aroused and she nibbled lightly, listening to his hoarse sighs of satisfaction. She pumped his cock slowly, feeling it hotly eager and thick in her clenched fingers.
"Get down there, baby," he whispered. "Suck me!"
Ellen felt the blood of shame rush to her face, but there was nothing else to do. She was his slave! She moved lower on the bed, seeing only the formidable length of his iron-hard cock-shaft clutched in her hand. It was too much! She could never get it all into her mouth! But she could feel his muscular body moving restlessly on the bed and knew he would do something fearful if she didn't at least try, so she lifted her head, taking a deep breath as she tossed her pale hair back, then slowly bent her beautiful face over his loins. The bulging head of his lewdly up-thrust face over his loins. The bulging head of his lewdly up-thrust cock seemed to fill her entire field of vision as more drops of glistening whitish fluid seeped from the tip. Tentatively she extended her tongue and licked at them. Somehow they tasted even richer than those which she had licked before. Maybe if she just licked him and used her hand, Ellen thought using one hand she slowly pumped his rigid staff, the other she used to cradle his massive balls as her tongue reached out and began to lick the firmness of the mushroom-shaped cockhead. It wasn't so bad! The sensitive skin of the glans felt smooth against her moist, slightly parted lips and now Chuck Quinn was groaning and twisting so that she thought it might end soon, that he would cum. The pointed tip of her searching tongue found the little hole again and burrowed into it wetly, darting and teasing, her nostrils flaring as she became aware of the pungent odor and her mouth began to water, She knew she must take the throbbing rod between her quivering lips sooner or later but wanted to forestall the terrible moment as long as possible. Kissing didn't seem so bad, so she began to bestow warm kisses around the thickening cap, accompanying them with teasing licks of her hotly flickering tongue. She traced a sensual path down the full length of his penis to the base and back up, then brushed the blood-swollen tip against her teeth, her lips only slightly parted.
"Suck it!" Chuck Quinn cried out.
"But--"
Whatever she might have said was lost as he took matters into his own hands, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her face down as he thrust his pelvis up toward her beautiful face. She tried to shut her lips but it was too late and the lust-swollen head rammed past them deep up into the hot wet cavern of her mouth until the tip of obscenely penetrating cock slammed into her throat. The frightened young divorcee could only suck and gulp for air, her lips straining in a tight circle around the thick impaling shaft for a few moments while he held her head immobile and sawed his cock in and out of her painfully stretched mouth.
The debased young girl managed to make a gurgling sound, trying to tell Chuck Quinn she would do whatever he wanted. Only then did he relax his iron grip on her head. The petrified brunette knew what he wanted but didn't know exactly how to do it. She remembered in detail what Kay had told her in the confidence of their lesbian embrace the night before, and what Chuck Quinn had instructed her to do when he had her on her knees in front of him and she reached for the heavy hot balls with her hand and began timidly massaging them.
At the same time, she grasped the base of his burgeoning staff between thumb and forefinger of her other hand and held it firmly. Trying to make her mouth soft, she began to work her tongue slavishly as her hand rose up and down and his penis slid deeply in and out of her mouth. That was better. She found she could breathe through her nostrils, once she had her timing right. At first her tongue seemed to get in the way, but within minutes she was able to twirl it around the length of his rigidly filling member in a steady rhythm.
"Hey, baby, you can really suck!"
Ellen paused in her oral ministrations for a moment, with only the throbbing head of his cock between her lips, and looked up to meet Chuck's eyes. He was raised on his elbows on the bed, obviously enjoying the lewd sight of her mouth fellating him.
"Ummmmmmmm ... " she moaned, as her bobbing head dipped down low over his loins again. "Ummmmmm..."
Actually, it wasn't bad. If it were Andy, it would have been beautiful. The feel of his hard throbbing maleness between her lips, responding to her tongue, his balls hot in her hand, was involuntarily exciting her. She tightened her lips around his penis and began to suck with more enthusiasm, stroking the soft skin of his balls tantalizingly with her fingers and opening her eyes to find his own fastened eagerly on her cock-swollen face as she felt him jerk upward, thrusting deeper up into her throat until somehow she was able to take almost all of him, like a massive tree, between her now lewdly working lips without gagging.
It was a living, pulsing shaft, and suddenly the lust-incited woman had to devour it, possess it. She was elated by the reactions she could feel through her lips and tongue, the way it was seeming to balloon in her mouth and she let him feel her teeth until his soft murmurs of pain said she was going too far, then pursed her lips into a oval again and resumed her tender sucking.
He tossed on the bed, his legs spreading wide and, without letting his cock escape her devouring mouth, Ellen shifted until she was kneeling on all fours between them. She lowered herself to her elbows, her lovely face contorting with each stroke as she sucked his thickly pulsating cock in and then released it, her hands sliding under his buttocks, cupping them. She remembered how it had excited and hurt Kay the night before when she used her finger and she pulled his heavy buttocks up to her bobbing face and at the same time found the tight ring of his anus with her finger and penetrated it. She heard his cry of surprise but didn't stop. In a moment she had worked her middle finger fully into his rectal passage and was sawing it back and forth while he writhed under the ministrations of her erotically sucking lips. She felt like she might choke, but this was something that he had started, forced her into, and now she had to have it. This vile man had made a cocksucker of her!
Reveling in her debasement, she suddenly had to have it, all of it. She could keep her eyes closed and believe it was Andy River's stiff young penis she gulped at so urgently. That would be wrong, but it would not be foul it would be a beautiful act, performed out of love. For the moment she would forget her consuming hatred and think only of young Andy lying widespread under her and receiving her oral caress, all her love for him.
Her fully molded breasts danced and jiggled as she felt the inner flesh of her sucking lips being twisted grotesquely while she sawed her mouth up and down the rampantly throbbing penis.
"Oh, baby! Can you ever suck!" Chuck Quinn moaned as he lay back against t! pillows and watched the lascivious mouth devour his archingly rigid cock so eagerly. He never thought she'd go for it like this. A born cocksucker, that's what this one was! When she'd gulped down all the cum he had waiting for her, she'd never have any interest in young kids again. Her head was bobbing up and down frantically over his surging loins and she was moaning and milking his balls for all she was worth while he felt the pressure building up in his balls and knew it wouldn't be long before he gave her what she so obviously wanted. He thought his cock would explode into a million shooting fragments as he jerked his hips up hard into her beautiful face, hard enough to bury his passion-swollen staff to the very hilt between her gulping lips, causing her to moan submissively in her efforts to take it all. But she didn't break her rhythm, even though the head of his cock was banging like a ramrod deep into her straining throat. He never wanted her to stop, yet if she didn't soon, he thought he'd die!
His mouth began to open and close, fish-like, as he moaned incoherently and then cried out, "Suck it, suck it, suck it, baby, I'm cumming! I'm cummmmiiinnnngggg!! ! " Then with a wild spasming of his body, the fire in his balls exploded, streaming down the length of his hotly throbbing penis to spurt wildly into the gulping mouth of the young divorcee who knelt so subserviently between his clenching legs. At the last moment, when she felt his balls tighten up and his penis get even harder and thicker between her voraciously ministering lips, Ellen Manning tried to pull away. The crazy excitement was gone and it would be unthinkably obscene to let his lewdly spurting stream violate her mouth! But she had no chance. His heavy hands grasped her head and held it fast as he fucked up wildly into her face, thrusting the pile driving rod of flesh deep up into her throat. She nearly choked on the first gush of thick creamy sperm and had to swallow quickly, until it was totally beyond her control. All she could do was keep working her lovely mouth, sucking hard as she could as burst after burst of his white-hot cum splashed into her mouth, and swallow in order to get air.
The salty, heavily male taste of it suddenly overcame her and she became greedy, working her tongue and lips on his erupting penis, now sucking and licking eagerly, feeling it ass like sweet fire as it flowed in a molten river over her tonsils, down her throat and into her hungrily trembling belly. She moaned hoarsely and buried her face in this pubic hair, engulfing his penis to the fullest, tenderly squeezing his now deflated balls. She sucked so strongly that Quinn finally pulled her head away.
A long tendril of thick whitish cum trailed from her lips, linking them to his softened cock and, as if dazed, she caught its web-like moistness in her fingers and brought it to her mouth, licking slowly. Her blurred eyes finally focused on his and she swallowed hard before managing to speak hoarsely.
"I hate you," she said numbly.
"Yeah I know you hate me because I made you do it." He grinned and reached for a cigarette from the pack on her night table and used her lighter. "Because you just found out you love sucking cock."
"You're right, I didn't know that." She took the cigarette from his fingers and handed it back after taking two deep puffs. Her lips were still heavy with passion, smeared white with his cum. "I never did it before. Never."
"You sucked the kid yesterday."
"That was different. I wouldn't expect someone like you to understand. He gave me back something in return. All those filthy pictures you have don't show what really happened. When I sucked him, I was thanking him. It wasn't sexual."
"What you just did was sexual as hell. I made you do it, and you found out something, and you hate me for it.
"Yes." Woodenly she took the cigarette again drew on it, passed it back. She knelt on the bed and combed her hair back with her fingers, more in control now. She didn't even mind seeing him lying there devouring her naked body with his eyes. "You are as coarse and foul and despicable a person as I can imagine. I can only think of one who's worse."
"You're thinking about yourself!" Suddenly he put his hand over hers where they were folded on her knees. "Baby, everybody's head gets fucked up once in a while. You were over the edge and the kid was there and you just had to get laid. I know it. I saw you when you were up on the road, looking down at this place and you put your hand up between your legs."
"I was afraid, from what you said in the bar, that you saw me."
"Forget it. It happens." Chuck Quinn was beginning to hope that maybe the times after this would be better she might even get to like him. "Don't worry about the pictures Nobody'll ever see 'em."
"How can I believe that?" she said, almost on the verge of tears again. "You said your friend has some and there are others hidden."
"I'll take care of 'em. I won't give 'em back but you don't worry. I like bein' with you. It's better if you like to too."
"I won't. She tossed her head, making the pale mane of hair spray wildly. She looked directly into his eyes. "I will despise you. And myself as much." She took a deep breath and her full, wide-set breasts, the nipples still erect in sexual arousal, rose and fell. "If we can't be friends and we can't I can try to be honest. I'll hate you but I'll want you sexually. I'll be an animal."
"I'm an animal lover." He laughed as he crushed out the cigarette and immediately lit another. He got it going well and passed it to her. "We'll get along.
"I guess we'll have to." She put the cigarette between his lips and then casually dropped her hand to his still soft penis and held it. "I'm such an animal I wish you could fuck me now. I've never said that to anyone before."
"You know, baby, I think I believe that. And I wish I could, but I gotta go back to work now. I could come back tonight." Chuck Quinn was beaming inside that he had got this young beauty desiring him in spite of herself.
"No. The mood will be gone." She rose from the bed and cupped her aching breasts. What she had been forced to do had started a raging fire in her. She felt fouled, defiled, depraved, and only being fucked remorselessly would quench it. And Chuck, whom she loathed but needed, was going away. "I'll make some lunch for us then you'd better go." She said a little sadly and left him and dressed again.
* * *
And from the heavy bushes beyond the open window of Ellen Manning's bedroom "I heard about dames crazy for suckin' cock, but I never believed it. Jim, it looks like ole Andy told you the truth after all!"
"That ain't Andy in there," Jim said irritably as he lay flat on his belly in the middle of the group of five young boys peering through the tangled branches at the window which was like the screen of a porno movie at the moment.
Mrs. Manning's head was bobbing up and down, the thick cock clamped tightly between eagerly sucking lips and they could hear the juicy slurping sounds mingled with the lust sighing and moaning of the heavy set man on the bed. He was lying relaxed, raised on his elbows, watching the woman, and it was obvious she wasn't being forced. With the precise way of thinking drummed into his head by the military school, Jim continued. "Andy didn't say she sucked his cock. He said he fucked her. I think maybe he did fuck her. I'd like to know where that mother-fucker is. He split early from his chores and when I find him, his ass is gonna be in a sling."
"You told us that," Bob said. He was a brawny fifteen year old who played on the varsity football team. "Shit, lookin' at this is better'n lookin' for him."
"You bet your ass," said Skip, who was on the gymnastics and wrestling teams and the champion contortionist of the school. Girls went out with him just to see if was true he could do it in all the positions which were advertised in graffiti around the town. He was only fifteen, but big for his age, nearly six feet tall. He was the one in the group whom Jim would not dare to anger. "I think we should fuck her too, don't you."
"Yeah. Not yet," Jim cautioned. "Bustin up another cat's party isn't cool, and this has gotta be the best show in town. Relax and enjoy it. Our time will come. And since I turned you guys on to this deal, I go first."
There was a muttered assent that was fair enough. None of them much cared for Jim, but he was eighteen and had steady use of his mother's station wagon. The rest of them were all fourteen or fifteen, which constituted a severe generation gap. They would not be with Jim now, except that he had come to the ice cream shop, looking for Andy, who was their own age. They liked Andy, although they considered him too square for the heavy scenes, like blowing grass which was so easily available in the area, or rolling queers, or getting high on wine and gang-banging the chick who was cheerleader for the junior high school. She was good fucking, except she'd never let you go all the way in her cunt because she was afraid of getting knocked up. No matter how well a guy thought he had her pinned down she'd manage to push him off and out when he was ready. But she'd grab it in her mouth and suck until your balls ached from being dry, and that was groovy! Andy had turned her down. An ass-hole!"
Not one of the boys would have told Jim where Andy was even if they had known. They didn't like him that well. But Jim had given them this highly interesting story ad he had the car and they had nothing better to do than ride around and possibly pick up some girls. They had spent a lot of time going to places where Andy hung out, but he hadn't been seen. They hadn't headed for Mrs. Manning's house until last because Jim had been convinced Andy didn't have balls enough to split from his chores and go there after they'd had their talk.
The answer, although it was now of no importance, was simple. Andy, overcome with shame and remorse at what he had revealed, had fled from his home on his bike into the foothills which separated the big suburban housing development from the isolated canyon which hid Mrs. Manning's home, until the steepness of the hills had made riding the bike impossible. Then he had hidden it in the brush and begun to walk, trying to find a quiet place where he could compose his thoughts and plan out some sort of explanation which he could give the woman he loved for the terrible thing he had done.
* * *
Chuck Quinn finished the lunch Ellen fixed and left, the ravished young divorcee went into the bathroom and showered until she felt cleansed. She took a longtime drying her lithe body and then stared at her naked image in the full-length mirror. Strangely, she could see no outward changes. Her face was as serene as ever, but perhaps there was a sensual pout to her full red lips which hadn't been there before or maybe they were only swollen from the rough invasion of Chuck Quinn's rampant penis. She realized she hadn't used a mouthwash, that she could still taste the rich semen he had spurted up between her gulping lips despite the meal she had eaten. She was amazed that the reminder of her humiliating encounter didn't bother her and thought she was perhaps in a state of shock. So many things had happened in the two days since she'd moved in her new home.
She had shamelessly seduced a boy half her age, knowing it was a vile thing to do but unable to stop herself. She had wanted him so badly that she had taken his young cock into her mouth as a gesture of love.
In the aftershock of realizing what she had done, she had been the aggressor in a lesbian encounter with her business partner. Reversing the role she had usually played in their rare contacts, she had voraciously eaten the younger girl's delicious cunt.
And them, submitting to blackmail, she had fellated a man who was much older than herself and repulsive to her. Yet her own animal desires had taken over and she had, she must face it been an eager cocksucker when his lust-swollen penis was contorting her gulping lips. Cocksucker! The very word repelled her. She mouthed it at herself in the mirror and felt disgust more at the reflected image than the act, for she had to admit she wanted to do it again. Not to Chuck Quinn, but to sweet young Andy Rivers.
The troubled young woman thought the only thing to do was see a doctor. She took a short robe from a hook and belted it tightly around her naked body. She thought of getting dressed again but was undecided. It might be better to take a very strong drink and go to bed. Perhaps a nap would ease her troubled mind.
She went into the bedroom and saw the big, foam-rubber bed, still mussed from her encounter with Chuck. It brought back the vision of herself, her hair tossing as her head bobbed wildly, her mouth sliding voraciously up and down his rigid pole of cock-flesh. The bedclothes would have to be changed immediately. She set about pulling off the semen-stained sheets and coverlet, and quickly replaced them with fresh linen. She was about to draw the drapes and lie down when a loud knocking on the door interrupted her.
"Oh, now what!" she said in exasperation, hurrying to the door, intending to send whomever it was away. She was puzzled to find five young boys standing there. The one who had been knocking looked like a slightly older version of Andy. He had the same sun-lightened long hair, the same bone structure to his face. But his eyes were cruel and his mouth had a sardonic grin. She said, "What do you want boys?"
"You," the leader said. He pushed her aside and they piled through the door behind him, the last one securely locking it. "I'm Jim Rivers. You took advantage of my kid brother Andy. These are some of Andy's friends,. He waved a hand toward the others, all of whom were watching the exchange with lewd smiles of anticipation. Guy, Skip, Bob, "I don't know what you're talking about," Ellen managed to blurt out, although she was afraid her expressive face betrayed her. "Get out of here or I'll call the police!"
"You won't call anybody, pretty lady," Jim said with the assurance of a street hood who knows the law as well as the cops. "You hired Andy to work for you and you wanted the work done in bed. Innocent kid that he is, he went for it."
"He never told you anything like that. It's a he!" Fearfully Ellen tried to back away, but Jim grabbed her arm, pulled her close and with a single swift motion of his other hand yanked the belt from her robe. The garment fell wide open, baring her full, wide-set ripe breasts, the smooth plane of her belly, the soft golden triangle of her pussy hair with the pinkly glistening lips of her cunt peeking through.
She moved to cover herself, but the muscular boy called Skip grasped her free hand and now he and Jim were holding her helpless between them, her trembling body wide open to the lascivious gazes of the entire group. Terrified, Ellen's eyes were drawn to their tight-fitting jeans. In each one, she saw the unmistakable thick bulging outline of a hard ready cock. They were going to rape her! No matter what she said or tried to do, they were all going to rape her.
Oh, what a fool she had been with Andy! She should have known he would never be able to keep quiet about his conquest of an older woman. The knowledge of his betrayal hurt her deeply. She had thought he was so different from all the others, so hard working and ambitious and shy and polite. "Andy wouldn't say that! Never!"
"He didn't mean to say it," Jim admitted. "I needled him so much he lost his head and blurted it out. Now he's gone and we can't find him. Maybe he's off someplace killing himself."
"Oh, God, no!" She cried. She felt weak and would have fallen if the two strong young boys hadn't moved quickly to support her. "Oh, God, what have I done!"
"I wouldn't sweat it, lady," Jim said. "I know Andy. He's so damn square he's probably off somewhere making up a speech so he can confess and ask you to forgive him. The young clown said he loved you."
"What am I going to do?" cried out, slumping against them for support, no longer fighting.
"Right now, you're gonna fuck," Jim jeered reaching to capture one ripe tender breast in his fingers, kneading the nipple to involuntary hardness with skilled fingers. "There's five of us, and that'll take care of the rest of your day. You know, young guys like us can go three or four times easy. You might have to take two at a time, because we got to be home in time for dinner or our folks will wonder why not, and the might come lookin'. "
"Hooooooo!" Ellen sobbed. "I did wrong. I suppose this is my punishment. I can't fight all of you. I'll let you do what you want. But I can't possibly take more than one of you at a time. And leave me some dignity. Let me go into the bedroom and I'll get ready and you come in one at a time."
"No way, lady," Jim said coldly. "We're in this together."
"And we'll be in you together," Skip said, laughing wildly. "Come on guys. Let's fuck her."
The frightened woman tried to pull free, but they overpowered her and roughly dragged her to the bedroom. Hands pinched and grabbed at her heaving breasts, and ran lewdly up between her thighs to finger her fearfully clenching pussy. She felt herself being roughly thrown belly-down on the bed.' "Please!" she cried out, her eyes blurred with gushing tears. "I told you I'll do it! But alone. With each of you! Alone! Give me that much!"
"We'll give you all you can handle," Jim said. He quickly stripped off his shirt, then his jeans, and his young hard cock slapped obscenely against his muscular belly. Ellen cringed at the sight of it. He stroked his throbbing cock-shaft, drawing back the loose foreskin to reveal the bulbous, blood-engorged head. "You'll beg for it!" He laughed lewdly. "I'd like you to start begging right now. Tell me what you want me to do."
"Animals!" She spat the word out. "You're animals! Go ahead! Rape me! And then go away!"
This only brought laughter. Mean jeering laughter from the boys. They were all stripping their clothes off now, and shaking their erect cocks at her as she lay quivering helplessly on the bed.
"You're gonna get it, Mrs. Manning, Jim said. "And you're gonna beg for it. The quicker you do, the quicker it's done. Fellas, hold her down and let's see how good she can beg!"
Rough young hands grasped her shoulders, forcing her down hard on the bed. Despite the softness of the mattress her breasts were crushed down so mercilessly that they ached, and yet with the pain came arousal against her will. She could feel her nipples tautening and lengthening while her physical body responded to treatment which her mind and conscience rejected. She tried to squirm free, but knew immediately it was hopeless.
There was nothing to do but submit, endure the ordeal which lay ahead and end it as quickly as possible. If begging would speed things up, what difference would a few words make?
"Do it to me," she blurted. "Do it to me!"
"Do what?" Jim's voice mocked her. He stood to her right, his swollen penis inches from her face. "Tell us just what you want us to do!"
"Rape me," she whispered.
"That's not the word. You know better." His tone mocked her, and he reached down to slide his searching fingers lewdly along her spine and down into the tight-clenched crevice of her ass-cheeks, a finger probing salaciously at the puckered rose of her anus. "Ask for what you really want!"
He lifted his hand and brought the flat of his palm down in a stinging blow across her taut buttocks, causing her to cry out softly.
"Screw me. All of you screw me!"
Another slap. Strangely it didn't hurt. It tingled, and she felt a fiery surging in her loins as she wriggled her breasts down into the mattress, raising her buttocks up in lewd invitation. She looked up at the leering youths, her eyes wide, knowing the word they wanted to hear and realizing that in time she must say it.
"Fuck me," she whispered. She raised her tear-streaked face and looked from one to another, their ready cocks filling her fearful gaze. She knew what was going to happen, and she felt a surge of excitement. She was helpless. They would ravish her, perhaps repeatedly, and she could only submit. "Oh, fuck me! All of you fuck me!"
"That's better," Jim said. "Raise up on your knees."
Ellen didn't understand what the lusting youth had in mind. She expected they would want her to lie on her back so they could mount her. Jim read the confusion in her eyes and moved around, kneeling on the bed behind her. Then with strong sure hands he grasped her trembling hips and jerked her up to her knees, spreading her legs wide. His fingers probed the vee of her quivering cunt and played with her upturned ass-cheeks. She shivered at his touch, wanting to pull away but at the same time feeling a surge of desire for him to continue, looking helplessly at the other boys who were slowly stroking their rampant cocks as they enjoyed the unfolding drama.
"A pretty pussy like yours should get kissed a little first," the boy said. "You like getting your cunt eaten, don't you, Mrs. Manning?"
"Oh, my God!" Ellen murmured. The humiliated young divorcee writhed, trying again to escape, but his hands were too strong as they held her hips, fingers digging hard into the sensitive flesh of her up-thrust buttocks. She thought of how Kay's tongue felt when it laved her cunt, how the juices ran from her and she knew that it would be easier if she was made ready for her ordeal, by whatever means. And she had no choice. She gasped, "If you want to, I can't stop you!"
Subconsciously she did try to prevent it, straining to bring her splayed legs together, clenching the strong young muscles of her beautifully-rounded ass-cheeks. She felt Jim's lewdly prodding fingers probing insistently at the tight crease of her buttocks and she moaned softly as she felt the hot rubbery tip of Jim's inflated penis investigating the narrow hair-fringed slit her pussy. Her hips churned in a futile attempt to escape the ruthless clasp of his hands as she felt him move closer behind her, the head of his penis insinuating itself along the spreading flesh of her inner thighs.
"Kneel up higher, damn you!" he said curtly. Bitter tears flowed from her tightly closed eyes as she felt her defenseless body yanked roughly upward. She had a vision of hew depraved she must look, on knees and elbows, her body writhing under the boy's touch. "Get your fucking ass up!"
Abruptly all the resistance left Ellen. She knew that this ordeal wouldn't end until each of them had filled her trembling belly with their rigidly excited cocks and spurted their hot sticky sperm far up into her naked cunt. And how many times would she have to endure the endless rape? She believed what Jim said they were young and virile and each would be capable of using her repeatedly.
Poised above and behind her, Jim gazed at the full white half-moons of her buttocks, now spread wide in defenseless offering.
"You really gonna eat it?" Skip said as the others moved close to gaze at the quaking body and the wetly pulsing pussy of their voluptuous captive. He stroked his cock in anticipation. "She looks ready to fuck now!"
"They fuck a lot hotter if you wet 'em up a little first," said Jim knowledgeably. It irked him to think that his kid brother had gotten into this hot little cunt first, but he would really show her how to fuck! He'd get her so hot with his tongue she'd be groaning and begging him to ram his burgeoning thick cock up into her tight little pussy-slit and fill her belly so deep she'd taste it in her pretty mouth. That was the second place he'd put it.
After he'd cum once and was hard again, he'd ram it down her throat and let her suck on it for an hour or so. Suck it until her lips were swollen and jaw ached. She seemed to like sucking enough! He'd show these kids how it was done and make sure they went to Andy first thing to tell him how much his girl friend went for it! "And this here is eatin' pussy if ever there was any!" he announced lasciviously.
He decided to tease her a little, running the bulbous head of his rampant cock tantalizingly up and down the full length of the palpitating slit that he could see was becoming dilated with the young widow's rising excitement. The other boys were no longer holding her down, she was obviously resigned to what was going to happen to her. And just about ready too, he thought, as he felt the lubricating moisture of her cunt warm on the head of his lightly probing penis. With the tip shoved against the kneeling girl's clenching ass-cheeks, Jim leaned low over her and began to kiss her along the ridge of her spine, his tongue making little fluttering motions.
The beautiful young woman reciprocated with soft moaning sounds, as against her will she undulated her hips, opening her body wider to her teenage tormentor. His hot darting tongue worked gradually down to the crease of her buttocks, then moved snake-like between her gyrating ass-cheeks.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned at the touch of his tongue on her puckered ass.
Then his thumbs were between her flexing ass-cheeks, drawing them apart despite her straining muscles as Jim slid down on the bed until his face was directly behind the soft hair which fringed his victim's now wantonly-throbbing cunt. Slowly his fingers parted the fleshy folds until he could see the coral-hued inner pussy-lips and the droplets of dew which were beginning to flow copiously. His touch now was almost gentle, as Ellen's body began to betray her in earnest.
Licking his lips, the youth brought his mouth close to Ellen's spreading cunt, the sweet aroma of it filling his flaring nostrils while her love-secretions gleamed on the smooth sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. He drew a deep breath and slowly blew into the flowering flanges of her trembling young pussy.
Ellen quivered as a faint moan escaped her partly open lips, involuntarily spreading her legs even wider and hunching back in search of his salacious ministrations. Wisps of forbidden pleasure began to course through her lewdly positioned body and she looked around to see the naked boys with their iron-hard young penises ready to take their pleasure with her and all she could think of was, Why don't they start!
Abruptly Jim brought his face forward, his open mouth gluing itself to her pulsingly opened cunt. Ellen squirmed and moaned at the sudden hot contact and ground her hips back to meet the seeking tongue. Instantly it plunged far up into the tight wet passage of her cunt and she was unable to repress a gasp of pleasure, a pleasure which instantly overcame the mortification she had been feeling only moments before. No longer caring, she heard the knowing snickers of the boys who realized her total mental surrender had come. She screwed her undulating ass-cheeks back at their leader's face, feeling her genitals begin to expand and contract under the maddening oral caress, and each time the obscenely skewering tongue probed even deeper up into her cuntal passage, her cunt muscles closed on it eagerly. Then the fluttering tip of Jim's tongue found the hard button of her clitoris and Ellen groaned in sudden ecstasy at the delight which was flowing from her ravaged pussy to fill her entire nakedly squirming body.
Knowing she was totally his now, Jim continued to work his tongue and mouth around the helplessly kneeling Ellen's cunt and wide-stretched ass-cheeks, plunging his tongue mesmerically in and out of her writhing body. She was flowing richly now, filling his mouth with her delicious love-juices, crying out softly, then moaning gutturally when his tongue found her throbbing clitoris and sluiced around it while his lips sucked at the sensitive bud. He burrowed his face hard into her open cunt as her buttocks waved lewdly up at him.
"Oooooohhhhhh ... it feels so gooooooood," she groaned in near delirium, body and mind completely lost now in the mounting waves of sensual pleasure spreading through her loins. She knew her ass-cheeks were expanding and contracting around his young laving face, knew that others were watching her turn into an erotically demented animal, and she was no longer able to care. Her cunt flowered wide and its fluids ran copiously to glisten on Jim's face and over her heaving loins and down the cream-white insides of her thighs.
"You're coming to make me cum!" she cried out. "Oooooh! Don's stop! Keep licking me, please!"
Her buttocks were grinding wildly now, and Jim decided he had made the young divorcee more than ready for his eagerly erect cock. He had to fuck her quickly, or he'd cum himself just from the excitement of tasting her hotly clasping pussy.
Abruptly he drew back and knelt close behind her, peeling the thick foreskin back over the bulging head of his penis, stroking it lovingly. He was tingling in every nerve of his young muscular body; he had to plunge his turgid staff up into the hot warmth of her trembling belly now! He positioned the rubbery soft head of his cock at her wide-open cunt and heard the young widow moan in excitement and anticipation. His gaze locked on the beautifully curved contours of her body and he feasted his eyes on the smooth roundness of her buttocks as they awaited his lewd impalement. Her widely parted thighs quivered as he drew up close behind her, aiming his cock at the moistly gaping vagina with its frame of soft curls.
He thought of Andy fucking her, and was determined that he would do it better and longer and harder, screw her so thoroughly she'd never even think of making it with his kid brother again! But he'd have to get into her quickly! His iron-hard penis and balls were aching almost uncontrollably, as he moved tighter against her wantonly squirming buttocks and pressed the head against the lubricated opening to her vagina. The other boys were bending close, waiting to see the moment when he would impale her on his formidable weapon.
Ellen was moaning with abandoned desire, tilting her perfectly contoured ass-cheeks up, almost ready to scream with the need of having him ram himself deep into her ready love-craving pussy. Already she missed his hot tongue tormenting her sensitive flesh; her cunt felt empty, a burning cavern between her juice-slick thighs. If only he'd kept licking her just a few minutes longer! She would have cum wildly and been able to endure all the rest of what lay ahead of her! She raised her head and her wide dark eyes fixed on the leering boys with their tauntingly erect penises.
Why was Jim torturing her like this? They had humiliated her, now they were torturing her when all she wanted was a big thick cock rammed deep up into her desire-wracked cunt! Again she ground her trembling buttocks back, mutely pleading to be filled with the belly-satisfying length of him.
"Fuck me!" she gasped. "For God's sake, fuck me! Don't leave me like this!"
"Hey, you really want it, baby," Skip said, waving his own thick cock close to her passion-contorted face. "Well, you'll get it, and plenty!"
"like now!" Jim said with a lewd laugh. His hands grasped her hips and held her tight, pulling her back toward him. "Here it comes!"
"Ooooooooooooh!" the writhing Ellen moaned as she felt the bloated, mushroom-shaped head penetrate the tightly clenched entry of her steaming cuntal passage. Her firmly rounded body shook as the throbbing cock-head began to push her inner vaginal flesh before it in great rippling waves. She waved her buttocks shamelessly, urging the young boy to go deeper and at once she felt her thighs and ass-cheeks being spread wider by his heedless penetration up into her hotly receptive pussy. It felt like a red-hot bar of steel was being shoved deep inside her and she arched her spine and screwed herself back onto its impaling thickness frantically. He lunged forward then and she felt his sperm-bloated balls smack hard against the tingling bud of her clitoris. His ramrod cock buried to its full depth in her clutching cunt, Jim paused, then drew back teasingly until only the swelling head remained inside her, then he rammed forward violently, so that the tip of his burgeoning glans smacked against her cervix. She opened her mouth wide and cried, "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhh!! ! Yes! Yessssss!! ! "
The excited teenager flexed his embedded cock inside her, bringing a moan of pleasure as the other woman felt it expand, stretching her staining cunt even farther and she rose from elbows to hands to more easily grind back against him as he began a steady, deep in-and-out stroking.
She arched her back and raised her head to toss her mane of tawny-hued hair as her lips drew back in wild passion and her nostrils flared. She thought of what a lewd spectacle she must seem to the other boys and began to take a perverse pleasure in it. This was what she had wanted for so long! For so many years she had denied her own sensual nature, and how she might well be forgiven for surrendering so completely, reveling in what was happening to her. How many times would they use her? Would two of them really do it to her at once? How could they accomplish that?
"Ooooh, you fuck nice, pretty Mrs. Manning!" Jim grunted as he sent the hot, hard length of his shaft smashing up into her passionately trembling belly again and again. "We're gonna have a hell of a party!"
The room became filled with the lewd squishing sounds of their wildly-coupling bodies, their raged breathing, and the excited panting of the boys who were awaiting their turns with her. The lust-demented brunette writhed wildly with the jack-hammering impalement of the rampant young penis as it plunged deep up into her moistly clutching cuntal passage, her interior muscles grasping eagerly at the thick cudgel as with each outward stroke, the gleaming pussy-flesh wrapped tightly around the length of his pummeling cock while her pelvis immediately thrashed and bucked back at him. The lips of her greedy vagina were voraciously consuming him and the obscene sight before him and the wild internal sensations drove young Jim almost mad.
She was crying out incoherently now, fucking as she had never done it before, even with Andy. Straining back as the older boy ground his athletic young body hard against her writhing buttocks, hungry to absorb every bit of him, thrilling each time the heavy sperm-bloated sac of his balls came into tantalizing contact with her clitoris. The kneeling woman moaned ceaselessly under the debasing assault, her smooth round buttocks undulating lewdly as her aroused cunt gulped eagerly at the pulsating length of his cock-shaft.
The pure physical sensation, coupled with the erotic visions of what the obscenely coupled pair must look like, overwhelmed her. Her eyes blurred and it seemed suddenly like a volcano was going to erupt in her quaking loins as every muscle in her body strained in total wanton sexual abandon. She no longer cared what happened to her as long as these teenage boys would quench the inexhaustible fire raging between her legs, the fire which had smoldered untended for so long.
"I'm cumming!" Ellen cried out. "Oooooooh ... do it harder! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Noooooo ww ww ww ww ww!! ! ! "
The panting Jim needed no encouragement. She was matching his every move as his throbbing cock split her responding cunt in ever-increasing tempo and his balls slapped rousingly against the wet mass of her pubic hair. Ellen felt her body let go, surrender its juices in a great gushing flow that spurted around the thick milking cunt. She felt the hot wetness run down her wide-splayed thighs, making them slick so they shone in the afternoon light before the boy's lascivious gaze.
He was drilling into her harder and faster, and the successive waves of her orgasm were becoming wilder and wilder, more than she had ever believed possible. The hot air of the bedroom was filled with her incoherent groans of ecstasy, the ragged sounds of the fucking couple's breathing, and the wet sucking sounds which accompanied his thrusting and withdrawing as she bucked back to get even more of his plunging cock into her loved-starved young body.
"Cum in me! Cum in me!" she cried out. "cum with me!"
"Yeah, cum in her!" one of the boys said with a lewd laugh. "You gonna fuck her all day, or let us have our turn?"
"You'll get yours," Jim grunted, hammering as deep as he could up into her hotly squirming body. "Okay, Mrs. Manning, here it comes! I'm gonna really fill your belly!"
She felt his cock suddenly get longer and harder, flexing inside her clutching cunt and she clenched her body, her interior muscles sucking, milking him as she churned her ass-cheeks wildly against him, beginning to build to another sweeping climax. A great wave seemed to crash over her straining, perspiring body as his hands dug hard into her hips, pulling her tight to him.
She felt him jerk, and then the frenzied pistoning of his cock in her as it began to spurt roiling sticky sperm far up into her cunt, sluicing through the depths of her reciprocally spasming vagina. He was battering the quivering cheeks of her up-thrust buttocks mercilessly now, fucking deep into her loins as the sperm flooded from him in great surging jets. At last, he fell forward across her arching back, suddenly weak, his weight slamming her down on the bouncing surface of the bed.
Ellen lay under him, feeling his cock gradually soften as their bodies trembled in unison, clenching her buttocks and thighs together, wanting to hold him in her as long as possible. She knew she should feel defiled, but somehow she didn't. The satiated brunette only wished it could have been Andy. This boy Jim had fucked her beautifully, but there had been no love in it. And, although she now faced the fact that she needed sex in an overwhelming way, the young divorcee needed love also.
Andy, she knew, loved her. With him it had been so tender and beautiful, even though it had led to this. This and the disgusting encounter with that man, Chuck Quinn.
Jim, his penis soft and shrunken now, pulled his weight off her. She felt totally exhausted as slowly she raised her head. The other boys, their eyes bright with anticipation, their young cocks thick and hard and ready, surrounded the bed.
"Who's next?" Jim said with a grin, shaking a droplet of thick whitish cum from the end of his penis. "You wanta flip for it?"
"I'm the oldest and I can whip all your asses," Skip said. "So I go. Get up on your knees again, sweetie!"
"Please!" She whispered the words. "My legs are so tired and I just can't do it that way again."
She rolled on her back and stretched out, opening her long, cum-glistening legs in abandoned invitation. Her eyes pleaded with the husky boy called Skip.
"Yeah ... you could be pooped," he said thoughtfully. "That was quite a fuck you threw." He grinned at the other, younger boys. "All right, one of you guys climb on and fuck her. I want her-from behind. I can wait."
One of the younger of the boys quickly climbed up on the bed and straddled her and clumsily began fucking her as she lay unmoving there beneath him.
Mercifully, he was inexperienced and overexcited. By now, Ellen's body was finely tuned to the needs of the male body. Her legs clamped him tight and her cuntal muscles tugged at his rigidly straining young penis. He was not nearly as large as Jim had been. Hardly more than a boy. She could feel him moving in the depths of her loins, and it was a pleasant sensation, but she knew she would not be able to cum with him. And although her body still tingled from the wild pleasure Jim's cock had given her, she wanted to experience another orgasm.
It was almost restful, having him on top of her, rather than having to keep her buttocks high in the air, obscenely postured on hands and widespread knees. He was panting in her ear, his clumsy hands kneading her throbbing breasts, in a matter of minutes she felt him shooting his sperm up into her clutching cunt. She squeezed the youngster tight between her hot thighs until his penis was so small it slipped from the hotly clasping lips of her vagina.
Almost as if to say "It's all right, you'll do better when you're older," she patted him on the back as he clumsily rose from between her legs, exhausted.
"Oh, wow!" he said in an almost reverent tone, looking to the other boys as if for applause.
They laughed at him, and the young woman suddenly felt sorry for the freckle-faced youngster. She was aware of his embarrassment, and for some inexplicable reason, she wished she could whisper to him that it was all right, that he could come to her alone some time and she would teach him. But she said nothing. Instead, she stretched, cat-like, and wet her lips seductively, boldly looking them in the eyes.
"Who's next?" she said as she squirmed on the bed, legs splaying wide, her cunt gleaming with a mingling of their cum and her own love-juices. "I'm ready whoever you are."
The thin, dark-haired boy called Fred decided to take his turn. Ellen had not taken much note of the boy because he was the least prepossessing of the five, bony almost to the point of emaciation. Now, as he got on the bed, she noticed for the first time the size of his cock. It was out of all proportion to the rest of his body. It was nearly as big as Chuck Quinn's. She thought it might split her apart, but no, she was so full of cum that her aching cunt should be able to absorb it. It would fill her to bursting, rip into her belly, but she could take it. She had to take it! If she fought, she was sure they would hold her down while the skinny youth vented his lust on her.
"Get on top of me, Mrs. Manning," he said. "I want to play with those beautiful tits of yours while we fuck."
Ellen wanted to say she had never done it in that position, didn't really know how, but a long look at his face dissuaded her. He might be young, but there was evil in his eyes and she was sure that if she protested, he would hit her, hurt her. She would just have to learn. Slowly she rose to her knees, then straddled him as he held his thick young penis upright, the tip searching for the narrowly glistening slit of her well-lubricated cunt.
Slowly she lowered her body. She felt the swollen bulbous head probing at her wet vaginal lips, the boy squirming in uncontrolled lust beneath her lowering ass-cheeks, the tips of his urgent cock sliding along the receptively opening mouth of her pussy, as she began to tremble in anticipation. Her thighs clenched momentarily and she tried to relax, thinking of how it would feel when she sank down on the lust-distended shaft and it filled her fiery vaginal passage so fully.
"Help me get it in, damn it!" the boy ordered curtly. "Take it in your hand and put it in!"
She felt herself blush at the crudeness of his words, but didn't think of disobeying. She reached below her pulsing cunt and grasped him, her fingers unable to close around the thickness of his obscenely up-thrust cock.
With delicate fingers she drew the foreskin back until she could feel the exposed rubbery head prodding at the widening lips of her cunt, holding it steady as she moved her buttocks lower, feeling it parting the shivering cuntal lips.
Beneath her, the thin boy gasped as he felt himself being guided to the opening of her feverishly hot loins, into her velvety cuntal softness. Ellen dropped her ass-cheeks lower and felt the swollen head pop through the tight distended opening. She flexed her muscles, measuring its girth and gasped softly in wanton appreciation.
"That's good, now slide down the pole," Fred told her, grinning obscenely. He slapped her buttocks sharply. "Grind your ass!"
Feeling his rigidly insistent first penetration, the young divorcee wanted more of it and, undulating her hips, supporting herself on hands and knees, she swayed from side to side, feeling the hard young cock moving up inside her, pushing ripples of her hungry cuntal flesh ahead of it. She looked down and saw his burgeoning cock-shaft sticking tantalizingly out of the clutching, hair-fringed lips of her cunt.
Suddenly she felt completely wanton. Her lips pursed as she swayed, feeling his teenage cock moving inside her, she let her weight fall of him while at the same instant, he thrust his pelvis upward grabbing her clenching ass-cheeks in bony fingers, pinching cruelly. He surged far up into her loins, the swollen head of his cock plunging against the very wall of her womb as his balls smacked hard against her exposed anus.
"Oohhhh!" she cried out, and began to grind her hips over him, feeling the hardness of his pubic bone rubbing enticingly against her clitoris. She began to rise and fall over him, her head back, hair tossing in feathery abandon, as his cock ripped in and out of her hungry cunt. His hands came up to grasp her bouncing breasts, kneading them, fingers squeezing the rising nipples as she labored over him like a woman gone mad, reveling in the sensations that the rock-hard penis was bringing to her, and she panted, "Good! Good! Oh his feels so gooooooooood...! "
Her buttocks swung wildly from side to side, then in a circular motion as she relentlessly drove herself up and down the up-thrust rod of flesh upon which she was impaled. She knew it was unspeakably lewd and wanton to be doing something like this, particularly with four other young boys looking on, but she no longer cared.
She cared for nothing but the cock inside her, the way it rammed through her rippling flesh, stretching her terribly, hurting but still feeling so wonderful to her sex-starved body. In her moment of total abandon, she knew that she would help these young boys do anything they wanted with her. Later she might regret it but for now it was her entire life! She fucked madly, sobbing, crying out incoherent phrases as she yielded to her body's rampant lust. Her breasts ached from the pressure of Fred's fingers and she lowered her head so she could watch his thick glistening cock skewering her enthusiastically working cunt. And then it was happening again. The great orgasmic tide swept over her and she groaned helplessly and reached behind her, around her churning ass-cheeks, to find his balls and squeeze them urgently.
"Cum! Cum with me. Now! Now! Fill me!"
"Yeah!" he responded uncontrollably and began to ram himself upward in time to the thrashing rhythm which she had set, feeling her pussy clutching at the entire length of his penis. It was like being milked by a thousand little fingers as her hotly contracting cuntal passage grasped him and he saw his cock, wet and glistening, pistoning in and out of her, drawing the pink flesh with it as the flowering mouth began to ooze her cum over him, covering his loins and his balls and the feminine hand which caressed them.
His cock began to throb and thicken, and then, urged on by the young woman's dancing fingers, his balls spurted their great load of white-hot sperm upward in great jets that flooded her greedily coaxing belly while he jerked himself up into her hard as she mashed her gulping cunt down on him, still almost unconscious with her soul-liberating completion. "Oh, baby! I'm cumming!"
Exhausted again, she collapsed on top of him, her ass-cheeks flexing with the declining spasms of her orgasm, her hair a wild tawny mass covering his face, her breasts yielding and full against his skinny chest. Her cunt was still clutching at him, her body hot and slick with mingled cum and perspiration.
She lay on him a long time, gathering her strength until finally she raised herself, swinging a long shapely leg over his drained body. As his softening cock slipped from the sucking lips of her pussy with a liquid squishing sound, a lewdly thickening string of hot whitish cum linked the end of his penis to it and the golden mass of pubic hair was translucent with their mingled juices. Her entire body was flushed from her exertions. Every part of her flesh tingled. She wanted more, more.
MORE! Eyes glazed, she looked around to see which of the two remaining boys it would be Skip or the one called Bob.
"Fuck me," she mumbled. "Somebody fuck me. Please!"
"Jesus lady, you're hotter than anything I ever run into," said Jim. He stroked his penis and grinned. "You wait a little, you can have some more of this, pretty lady."
As if drugged, she nodded her head, reaching between her legs to feel the hot, still craning wetness there. The lips of her pussy were swollen and tender, yet her cunt ached with an increasing throbbing need to be filled. Lying on her back, she slowly drew her long legs up until her knees framed her face and spread herself wide for them, not caring which one it would be. Skip stood over her, stroking the thick rod of flesh that extended from his body like a tree trunk thoughtfully. Then he said, "Get up on your knees again."
Ellen, inflamed with lust, hastened to comply, squirming around until she was on widespread knees and elbows again, her swollen cunt flexing in anticipation of absorbing yet another youth's turgidly rampant penis.
"Couple of you guys hold her down she may not like this," Skip said gleefully as he got on the bed behind her. "I'm gonna fuck her in the ass! That's the tightest and hottest place of all!"
"No!" she cried, frightened now, "Good God, don't do something like that to me!"
"It only hurts for a little while so they tell me," Skip retorted. "Hold her, you guys!"
Ellen tried to pull away, but they were too quick for her. Jim's muscular young arms encircled her shoulders and Bob, the football player, caught her wrists and pinned them behind her back, leaning his weight on her until her breasts ached from being pressed into the mattress. Her legs flailed as she struggled helplessly against their superior strength and weight. Then she felt Skip's hands pulling her buttocks back up, his legs pressing her knees apart until her defenseless ass-cheeks were spread wide. She instinctively clenched her sphincter muscles tight, fearing the ultimate pain and humiliation.
"Oh, no, no, no!" the helpless girl pleaded, her words muffled by the bed into which her face was pressed. "Oh, please. Fuck me! Just fuck me! Not there!"
"I'm gonna fuck you," Skip said with a chuckle. "I'm gonna fuck your beautiful ass!"
Ellen groaned as she felt him moving behind her, bending over her captive body. The boy began to stroke her, sliding his hands over the rich curves of her trembling hips, dancing his fingers lewdly over her belly and through the matted triangle of her pubic hair to tease her still aroused clitoris. Then she felt his lips and tongue on her back, licking and kissing, and in spite of the ordeal which she had been promised, she found herself responding to the tantalizing oral caresses.
She groaned and began to move her buttocks, hoping and praying he would become interested in her well-used cunt and forget his original purpose. But his tongue flicked down into the crack of her ass-cheeks and she trembled, feeling his thumbs spreading her buttocks wide. Then the searing tip of his tongue speared out to touch the tight hole rose of her ass, circling it, flickering like a snake's tongue, and she gasped. It was a sensation she had never before experienced, and despite herself she found it highly exciting. She moaned softly and wriggled her breasts down into the bed as his face burrowed between her widespread ass-cheeks. Then his lewdly searching tongue penetrated the tight rubbery sphincter and slid up into her ass. Her body betrayed her completely, and began to respond with little humping movements. It was vile! Obscene! She knew it, but couldn't help herself.
Abruptly, the tongue withdrew, and she could feel a finger probing at her. She worked her head free from under Jim's weight and twisted around. He was going to put his finger into her! Her sobbing plea was muffled by the bed, and she felt his finger press past the tightly constricted guardian muscle as far as the first joint. It hurt, and she felt tears begin to stream hotly down her flushed cheeks again. She could never live with something like this! Raped in her virginal rectum!
She tried to cringe away from the unnatural impalement, but two strong boys held her immobile. Skip moved his finger in a small circle, and gradually the pain began to give way to a perverted sensation of pleasure as she relazed a little, beginning to move her buttocks in rhythm, hardly aware that the finger was now sinking deeper and deeper up into her. The obscene intrusion was actually beginning to feel good!
Skip rammed the finger all the way up inside her, so the flat of his palm slapped against her defenseless ass-cheeks, and she cried out softly. But still she moved in time with it, beginning to gyrate her hips as it sawed in and out. Then a second finger rammed in beside it and she did cry out as the fingers wormed and twisted, stretching her rectum cruelly. The young divorcee had no choice but to submit, and what's more, she was liking it! Gradually the pain went away, to be replaced by a pleasurable sensation and she began to moan softly in rising excitement.
Then Skip abruptly pulled his fingers out, the tight ring of her anus clutching at them as they popped free. The young athlete grasped her firmly quivering hips and she felt the head of his thick rigid cock probing at the lips of her pussy. This is what he really wants, she thought with a sign of relief. He" had just been playing an obscene joke on her up to now.
She wriggled her body in invitation, wanting him to fill her still eager cunt. She was rewarded by feeling the turgid cock sliding slowly up and down the gaping pussy-slit, becoming wet. And then it was penetrating her cunt, slowly, spreading her vaginal passage wide in a delicious soothing way. She signed in pleasure as she felt him surge deep up into her belly, thick and hard as steel. But her pleasure turned to alarm again as, after a few deep plunges, he withdrew, the lips of her cunt clutching hungrily at him. His hands went to her buttocks, stretching the firm half-moons painfully apart, and then she felt the swelling head of his cock pressing against the still-stretched circle of her ass! She trembled in fear at the naked contact. It would never fit! It was impossible! She would be split to her quaking belly! The terrified girl could feel the boy's hairy loins and his cock poised at her obscenely upturned ass-cheeks.
"Oh, God, no!" she cried. "Not like that! I'll suck you. I'll do anything but this!"
And then it was too late as the tight ring of her ass-hole gave way under the unrelenting pressure exerted by the boy's hips. She groaned in pain as the bulbous head popped inside her, stretching her rectal flesh intolerably, slowly invading her sensitive nether regions. She moaned in agony as it sank relentlessly deeper and deeper up into her anal passage, pushing the tender virginal tissues ahead of it.
"Aaaagggghhhhh!" she moaned, writhing in a futile attempt to ease the pain. But her movements only served to help the boy sodomize her until, with a final lunge he buried himself to the hilt in her quivering rectum, her ass-cheeks spread obscenely wide, and his balls smacked against her flexing pussy. She felt the cock jerk and flex deep in her ass and sobbed, "You're hurting me!"
"Relax, it'll feel good in a minute," Skip said with a chuckle. "You'll stretch. Fellas, let her get up on her elbows so she can move when I start fuckin'. "
Jim and Bob released their tight hold on her, but for a long minute Ellen lay without moving, afraid that any movement would only increase the agony she felt in her rectum.
Then, as her body slowly adapted to the obscene intrusion, she lifted herself slightly. That was better, being able to raise her head and torso. But she still felt terribly impaled, although the boy was right, the pain was diminishing. Skip flexed his muscular young cock, felt her tremble. Damn, this was the way to set them up, he thought. Fuck them in the ass first, after that, they'll do anything for a guy! He began to move his hard-muscled body in little circles, not pulling in or out of the defenseless woman yet, but trying to stretch her, to force her to relax and respond. Ellen had never dreamed of anything like this happening to her. She raised her lovely face and silently pleaded with the other boys to make Skip stop this obscene outrage, but she found only sardonic grins. She would simply have to endure it. And it was becoming endurable.
Her invaded rectum could only resist so long, after that it had to relax and accept the relentless pole of flesh buried in it. She found herself beginning to move with the boy, rotating her hips in time to his movements. He was entirely inside her, flexing himself; then his hands grasped her hips anew and he withdrew slightly, causing her to gasp. Again he jerked her buttocks back hard against him and rammed all the way into her once more. She cried out, but at the same time her back arched and her buttocks humped back, just as they had when Jim fucked her cunt from behind.
"That's it baby, relax and move it," Skip said. "Once you get used to it, you'll dig ass-fuckin', Mrs. Manning. Now, screw yourself back on my cock!"
Despising herself, but thinking that if she did what he suggested, it would hurt less, Ellen swiveled her buttocks and thrust back at the boy. It still felt unnatural, but the pain had almost ceased and she grunted with every straining movement as she rocked slowly back and forth on hands and knees, a strange warmth and excitement beginning to suffuse her body. She lifted her head and looked back into his young face. He had a dreamy expression on his lips, his eyes fixed on his cock as it slid slowly in and out of her tightly clutching ass, drawing pink flesh with it on the out-stroke, then driving it back up into the depths of her body as she humped her swaying buttocks back at him for the in-stroke.
"You're gettin' good," he said. "Now we'll do it together."
He grasped her churning hips firmly and began to fuck deep into her ass. Ellen writhed and moaned, grinding her ass-cheeks at him with increasing ferocity, feeling his heavy balls smacking into the taut-spread cheeks of her buttocks while increasing waves of pleasurable sensation began to spread through her sodomized rectum.
She strained, clamping her anus tight around the searingly invading cock, wanting it all now. In a matter of minutes she was giving herself as wildly as she had with Jim and Fred. Though she told herself it was a vile, obscene, unnatural thing, it was feeling better every minute and she wanted him inside her deeper and harder and bigger!
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she moaned, her mantle of pale hair tossing wildly with the gyrations of her body. "Harder! Harder! Fill me with your cock!"
Abruptly Skip stopped his driving assault on her ass, holding her immobile and looking at the others. He winked lewdly.
"The lady wants to be filled with cock. Bob, you haven't had any yet. Suppose you fix her up!"
"What're you talking about?" Ellen blurted, even as she screwed herself back hard against him, wanting to feel his rigid penis to its full depths again. "Take care of me!"
"We're gonna take fuckin' good care of you, Mrs. Manning," Skip said with a lewd laugh.
He grasped her body and rolled on the big bed until he was on his back and she was lying on top of him, legs spread wide, his penis still buried to the hilt in her nether passage. "We're gonna make a sandwich of you. Bob, get on top and get it in her. The way she fucks, she can take two cocks at once easy."
"Oh, God, no!" She protested, flailing her legs, trying to escape the powerful teenager's grip. She realized what they intended to do, and it had to be impossible! She couldn't possibly have two cocks in her at once, filling both her pussy and her ass. It couldn't be done. "I can't do it!"
"Sure you can," said the boy called Bob as, peeling the foreskin of his turgidly thick cock back, he climbed between her splayed legs and aimed the bulbous cock-head at her defenseless cum soaked cunt. "Once we're both in you, you'll never be satisfied with one cock at a time again."
"Oh, no, no!" the helpless girl pleaded. "I'll do anything. I'll take you in my mouth. I'll suck you! I know how to suck!"
"You gotta learn how to fuck with your pussy and ass at once, lady," Skip said. He grabbed her flailing legs and pulled them toward her chest, exposing her defenseless cunt as his friend climbed eagerly over her trembling body.
Her knees were jammed against her heaving breasts, almost crushing them, and her cunt was open and entirely vulnerable as the other boy mounted her, the head of his aching throbbing cock aimed at the tight cuntal hole which now flexed as Skip's penis slipped in and out of her obscenely stretched ass. She groaned as she felt the blood-swollen cock-head seek the pussy hole.
It wouldn't fit into her! It couldn't! Not as long as Skip was deep in her ass! But then she felt the tightening muscles of her tortured cunt opening, accepting the male intrusion and she gasped and without conscious thought opened her legs wider, mewling submissively as Skip's penis began to push into her. She raised her legs high above his back that seemed to make it easier, and as he sank his eager cock deeper and deeper up into her doubly sensitive vaginal flesh, slowly closed them around his hips.
"I told ya ya'd love it, Mrs. Manning," the boy said with a grin. "Relax, here comes the whole thing!"
Lunging forward, he drove his hard merciless cock-shaft deep up into her trembling body. She cried out in pain, but something in her carnal being took hold as bracing her back against the boy beneath her, she thrust her cunt up to accept this second impalement, still feeling the other cock sliding smoothly up into her rectum.
"Aaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she cried. "You're ripping me apart ... you're so deep!"
"The only way to fuck, baby," Skip said, grinding his loins up at her heaving buttocks. "Bounce your ass around! You'll dig it pretty quick! How many broads get to fuck twice at one time?"
"Ooooooooooh!" She moaned. Her mind ran wild. How had she ever let herself be put in such a situation? Why hadn't she resisted the temptaion with Andy? If she had, there would be none of this humiliation. There wouldn't have been Chuck Quinn. And there wouldn't have been the inexcusable incident with Kay.
Clutching her defenseless body between them, the two boys began to saw their obscenely rigid cocks in and out of her mercilessly. She was beyond feeling any pain, and she could almost think of herself as a tree, with a huge crosscut saw ripping at her, one man on either end, as their hard young cocks slipped in and out of her cunt and ass-hole alternately, only a thin membrane separating the two.
As one plunged into her, the other withdrew, and they rubbed lewdly against each other as they reamed the depths of her trembling body. It began to feel good, and she found herself matching their rhythm, humping her back and thrusting against Skip, taking him deep up into her straining rectum, then forward violently to absorb all of Bob's thick hard penis in her flowing pussy even as Skip stretched her anus with another wild plunge. She had never experienced such sensations before.
"Ugh ... Ooooooooh!" Ellen moaned, her vibrant body now urging both of them on. She wanted to feel both their young cocks sawing back and forth in her tender flesh, and she strained to clamp her slender, beautifully-shaped legs tightly around the boy above her while she ground her churning buttocks down hard on the wildly fucking cock sunk deep in her rectum. Both were pummeling and reaming mercilessly, and with each cross-syncopated stroke she opened herself wider, welcoming the hard surge of the blood-engorged cock-heads, going wild as she was ravished by the two panting, thrusting boys whose hands were crawling over her hotly responding flesh.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" she cried out in passion.
"You're making too much noise," Jim said, a smirk on his face as he moved onto the bed, his cock hard and throbbing again, the deep-red head swollen as he stroked it beside her head. "Gotta shut you up. Suck it!"
Something deep inside her tried to rebel, despite the way she was giving herself so lewdly and wantonly to the youths who were already ravishing her. She shook her head, compressing her full rich lips tightly, but he grabbed a fistful of her long hair close to the scalp, and twisted her head so hard toward him she opened her mouth to scream.
As she did so, Jim thrust his pelvis forward, his free hand shoving his thick, renewed cock between her lips as he jammed himself deep into Ellen's mouth, so she had to suck for air through flaring nostrils or choke. At once the boy began to shove his cock in and out of her mouth without mercy.
"Suck it, you bitch!" he said harshly, "if you can blow a dirty old man, what's wrong with a nice young kid like me?"
The thoroughly penetrated woman tried to jerk her head away in protest, but at that instant both the other boys, intrigued by the sight of Jim's penis pushing through her protesting lips, broke their rhythm, so that instead of one drawing out of her quaking body as the other drove in, they both fucked hard into her at once. The combined force of two young, rock-hard penises penetrating her anus and cunt at the same time made her gasp. As her mouth opened even wider, Jim's cock slipped deeper into her throat and his balls slapped heavily against her chin. She gagged and then, as she gulped for air, her swollen lips pursed in a warm soft oval around the shaft, her tongue swirling as she fought for breath, the boy's hand hard on the back of her head. This was even worse than what she had endured with Chuck Quinn!
Through her mind flashed a vision of herself, satiated and loving after young Andy had satisfied her for the first time in so many years, lovingly kissing and licking his young body and then bringing her grateful mouth low over his loins to kiss and suck his deflated penis. That had been a true instinctive act of love.
And now what had she come to? Was no way out of this! Jim was in her mouth and there was no way to dislodge him, any more than there was a way to escape the two hard cocks rammed into the nether regions of her body. Ellen resolved that she would give Andy's brother her mouth, but she would be no more than a machine. The totally defeated young girl opened her eyes and looked into his, her stunned gaze telling him to go ahead.
"Oh, you got a nice pair of lips there," he said. "Get your tongue working, you know how! Lick it while you're sucking!"
His strong hands closed on her head and he began sawing his cock in and out of her mouth, while the other two boys resumed their anal and vaginal rape at the same time. She hardly felt them, concentrating on the turgid length of flesh embedded between her salivating lips as it pushed to its fullest extent, the rubbery lust-swollen head ramming up against the roof of her mouth and then into the very depths of her throat.
She struggled to get a gasp of air as the two cocks pummeled into her body below. The two were using her mercilessly and it was only by reflex that her body moved with then, her ass fucking one and her cunt jamming ahead to absorb the other. She could hear the squishing sounds of their penetration and withdrawal, feel the two cocks rubbing together through the thin membranes of her anal and vaginal passages and she wondered how much time must pass before they came to their climaxes and pumped their burning hot cum into her wildly tossing body.
Moaning, she opened her eyes and saw Jim's thick cock sliding liquidly in and out of the hotly clutching oval of her abused mouth. A vision of what she must look like flashed through her mind, her shapely body buffeted between the two teenagers who were fucking and sodomizing her at the same time, while a third had this throbbing cock buried deep in her gulping mouth. She opened her eyes and could see nothing but the glistening member sliding in and out between her furiously working lips, and his hair-covered balls slapping against her chin.
This obscene image somehow excited her, and she began to feel the fire of lust rekindling deep in her churning loins as she twisted and thrashed on the bed, clenching her sphincter around the pummeling pole of flesh sunk in her rectum and flexing her cuntal muscles tight around the other boy's cock. Suddenly she wanted to be used, abused, to pay in the vilest possible way for her sin with young Andy and she began to work her mouth violently up and down the thick young penis jammed between her salaciously sucking lips, her cheeks hollowing and filling. She swirled the hotly prodding tip of her tongue around the bulbous head, probing for the tiny opening which in time would spew forth a great surge of thick rich cum and she suddenly wanted it to erupt in her mouth, coat her tonsils and throat with liquid fire even as Chuck Quinn's had done. She wanted to drain it, fill her heaving stomach with it, just as her cunt and rectum would in time be filled with the hot juice of the boys who were now fucking her wantonly undulating body in steady obscene rhythm.
She began to salivate, almost choking on the sticky secretions which were beginning to flow from Jim's cock as she kept it tightly a prisoner between her now sucking lips. His pelvis was surging up to her mouth with every devouring bobbing of her head and she could feel it beginning to enlarge, get harder and thicker and longer, until she was sure it would choke her if he didn't cum soon! Ellen was on the verge herself. She had to cum again, and she wanted desperately, wantonly, for the four of them to reach the pinnacle at the same time. She moaned while with one hand she reached out to cup and squeeze the heaving balls of the boy who was pumping furiously into her greedily gulping mouth. She reached beneath her with her other hand, trying to find Skip's balls as he drove deep into the moistly clutching channel of her ass, but his position put them out of reach. In desperation she thrust her hand between her heaving belly and Bob's straining loins, past his pistoning cock, and found his balls, grasping them so hard he cried out, though he didn't slow his urgent fucking.
She felt him tightening up and squeezed harder, even as she drove her mouth furiously up and down the throbbing length of Jim's cock. The gang-leader's balls were tightening too, drawing up into his body, as at the same moment she felt Skip's rampaging cock swelling in her ass-hole so big that it could hardly move.
She knew the boys were going to cum now, fill her in every orifice and the knowledge triggered her own orgasm. She began to tremble violently, her buttocks churning, cunt and mouth sucking furiously, as the overwhelming sensation again erupted in her loins and the hot fluid spewed from her. Her fingers felt the spasming of both boy's balls at almost the same instant. Bob's cum flooded into her grasping cunt a moment before she felt, through her fingers, the eruption of Jim's balls, and then her mouth was suddenly filled with seething, red-hot cum in great streams. She sucked and swallowed, her tongue swirling over the gushing, erotically jerking head, her nostrils flaring with her quick gasps for air as the fiery endless stream poured over her tonsils and down her throat to her belly. She was buffeted so hard from behind then that she almost let Jim's spurting cock slip from her eager lips, as, with a long cry of pleasure. Skip drove his cock deep up into her eagerly grasping rectum one final time and she could feel the lava-like flow of his cum totally flooding her trembling back passage. Then she lay tangled amidst the three boys, her anus and cunt and mouth lewdly clutching their deflated young penises.
Outside, grabbing the limb of a stunted oak tree for support, Andy Rivers stared through the window at the obscene tableau, in front of him. The unhappy teenager had spent hours alone in an isolated patch of woods, trying to face up to what he had done. He had betrayed his beloved Ellen Mrs. Manning the lady who had so beautifully befriended him and then given herself to him in tortured love. He had, in a moment of anger, blurted out his terrible confession to his brother, Jim. And for some reason, Jim had collected some of Andy's own friends and come to the secluded home where they were now gang-raping the defenseless woman!
Andy could not believe the revolting things they were doing to her three of them at once! Raping her from behind and in front and in her sweet mouth! She was obviously powerless to resist them, and was doing all she could to end her ordeal as quickly as possible, cooperating, even going so far as to actually suck in Jim's rigid cock, to judge from the way her cheeks drew in as her lovely head bobbed back and forth at his loins. He saw her helpless body being buffeted between them, heard their animal cries of pleasure as they reached their climaxes, and then the way his darling collapsed, beaten, among them, Jim's long cock still between her swollen lips, droplets of thick whitish cum oozing from the corners of her mouth.
He wanted to kill them! Kill the punk kids who had done this to Mrs. Manning! He thought of the machete in the shed. Even though there were five of them, he could do something! Yet, he realized, that would not be the answer. He knew he couldn't kill anyone, not in cold blood and it would be equally futile to attack them with his hands, attempt to drive them off. There were five of them, and he was alone. He was not afraid of being beaten in a fight, in fact, would have welcomed it as penance for his betrayal of the woman he loved, but he knew that such a show of bravado would do her no good.
It didn't seem to him that they had hurt her. They had obviously abused her, but not hurt her. There would still be time to go for help. That's when he thought of Tom Vincent!
She felt hands pulling her away from the three boys and groggily she raised up, long tendrils of Jim's cum trailing from her lips. She was on the edge of the bed, her feet touching the floor. Fred stood in front of her, his hand stroking his newly erect penis, and the girl looked up at him for a moment, her dark eyes glazed. She understood quickly and without uttering a sound, she moved off the bed and knelt, taking his pulsating young cock in both hands and stroking it. Her lips pursed into a round willing oval as she bent forward, opening her mouth wide to draw it inside, and then she began to suck, her head moving slowly back and forth as her tongue swirled tirelessly.
"Now there's what I call a beautiful cocksucker." Jim said, looking up from the bed with a chuckle and a lewd wink at the boys.
If the girl heard, she gave no indication. She only wrapped her lips tighter around the hot rod of flesh trapped between them as her cheeks drew in so tightly the outline of the boy's penis could be plainly seen pumping in and out of her sucking lips.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Where'd those fuckin' kids come from anyhow?" Hal Witt said.
They had arrived to find the station wagon parked in the driveway, and had crept close to the window, to the same point from which they had taken the obscene pictures. It had taken some time to figure out just how many boys were in the bedroom with Ellen Manning, because the thin curtains obscured the scene somewhat and those inside kept moving about. But Chuck Quinn had finally concluded they were nothing but teenagers and he could run them off with his fists whenever he got ready.
But he had been intrigued when he saw one body screwing the lovely Mrs. Manning in the ass and he had even been more amused when a second one began to fuck her cunt at the same time, despite her cries for mercy. And when the third put his cock in her mouth, and she turned on to sucking it ... , well, that was worth watching. He wished he'd brought the camera, but the damn thing was out of film.
Then, the kid on the bike, Andy, had shown up and they's had to wait until he quit peeping and left. It was like Grand Central Station.
"Shit, she sure must like the taste of cock," Hal said. "Lookit! That kid just waved one in front of her and she's down on her knees gulpin' it like mad!"
"I think that maybe they beat her around a little," Chuck Quinn said. "She moved like a zombie. Let's throw their asses out. I know those little shits."
"They don't look so little to me," Hal said doubtfully. "And there's five of 'em."
"Leave that to me," Chuck Quinn said confidently.
With Hal trailing doubtfully behind, he strode, thick-set, brawny, and confident, to the door. The fact that it was locked slowed him only a moment. He knew about the type of lock involved, and one solid kick from his boot opened the door. He stepped inside, with Hal still hanging back, and walked unhesitantly to the bedroom.
"Okay you young punks get your asses out before I throw them out," he announced. His sleeves were rolled up and he spat on his hands, as if anticipating the pleasure of using them on the teenagers. His muscles bulged under his faded shirt. "Move it, punks!"
There was a startled silence which lasted a full half-minute. Then the young Ellen cried out and reached for a crumpled sheet to cover her nakedness. Guy and Fred ran past him, trying to grab their clothes. Jim was in a corner; he knew the burly man, and was afraid of him. With a quick flick of his eyes, he saw Bob and Skip were more surprised than frightened by the intrusion. They had simply not reacted yet.
"Knock him on his ass, fellas," Jim shouted. "Go to it!"
The terrified young divorcee screamed as Bob, the football hero, and Skip went for Chuck Quinn. Quinn was at a disadvantage, because he had no room to maneuver and meet their sudden attack, and the sight of two naked boys springing at him, with a third one in the background urging them on, confused him momentarily. The only way he could gain space in which to defend himself was to get out of the bedroom. And for a man of his size, he moved quickly. A few running steps took him down the short hallway and into the living room, where he whirled to face his antagonists, his fists raised. But he was in no way prepared for the attack which came.
Bob, nearly two hundred pounds of solid young muscle, dove for his knees, as he might dive into the charging end from the opposing football team. Skip did a half-somersault, his legs scissoring in midair to lock around Chuck Quinn's neck. Together the two youths carried the older man to the floor. Skip moved with the speed of a striking rattlesnake to lock a half-Nelson on the surprised man, holding him immobile with the threat of easily breaking his neck with just a bit more pressure.
While this was happening Jim, spying an easier target, had caught Hal Witt and was holding him against a wall, the older man's arm twisted painfully up behind his shoulders.
"Who's gonna throw those asses out, old man?" Skip said, his voice cool. "One wrong word and you're gonna have to get somebody to screw your head on right. Understand?"
"Uggh!" Clint Quinn managed to gurgle.
"For God's sake, boys, don't hurt them!" Ellen cried. She had grabbed a robe and was now staring at them from the hallway which led to the bedroom. "Don't do anything you'll be sorry for!"
"You mean you like sucking this old cagers cock?" Skip said, tightening his grip on Chuck Quinn's head. "You'd rather have him than us? A nice young chick like you?"
"He has some pictures," Ellen gasped. "There's no time to talk about it. But he has pictures of me! Doing things! They both have. If anyone sees them, I'll be ruined!"
"Looks like he's blackmailing our girl friend, fellas," Jim said, his voice cold. "We can't have that."
"Sure as hell can't," Bob agreed. He raised a ham-like fist over Quinn's face. "Give, you bastard!"
"Boys!" the girl screamed.
"Strip 'em let's see what they got," Jim ordered. He held the terrified Hal against the wall, his forearm against the scrawny man's throat, and began going through his pockets. "I think I found some!"
"We got a pack too," Skip announced proudly, ripping a pocket from Chuck Quinn's pants and waving an envelope. "Now let's teach 'em a lesson. It's not nice to blackmail a lady."
"Boy!" Ellen Manning screamed the word, and then continued more calmly. "He told me there's another set. He can make copies!"
"Where is it?" Jim asked. "That kid holding you head will break it off from your neck if he feels like it. Where are the rest?"
Chuck Quinn looked into cold eyes. He was not a coward, but he knew when to quit."
"Seat of the car, driver's side, in the springs," he gasped.
"Keep an eye on this old fart I'll have a look," Jim said. He almost threw Hal Witt away and ran to get his clothes, pulling his jeans and shoes on. Witt collapsed across the old chaise lounge, his eyes terror-stricken. In minutes Jim was back, thumbing through a fistful of photos, whistling softly and grinning. He looked at Ellen with a knowing smirk. He said, "Damn if my kid brother didn't get to you!"
"Oh, my God," Ellen moaned, sinking into a chair and covering her face with her hands and beginning to cry. She knew she was totally lost now. Instead of one blackmailer, she had many. "How could I ever have done this."
Jim looked down at her. Although he was a teenager, he had a cunning mind, and he knew if he played his hand right he could ensure himself and his friends of a delightful playmate for as long as they wanted. He was quick to realize the weeping young woman was hooked on sex with young boys. They could force her to do anything they wanted, but it would be much better if she did it willingly, eagerly and out of gratitude.
"I think this must be all the pictures," he said, handing her the thick envelopes. "Maybe you better burn them." He turned his hard young eyes on Chuck Quinn and Hal Witt and continued. "You called us young punks. So keep thinking of us like that. If you ever bother Mrs. Manning again, you can expect to see us. Get your asses out of here. Both of you!"
Quinn knew when he'd had enough. He had no doubt that the pale-eyes boy would make his threat good damn kids nowadays didn't think twice before they planted a bomb in your car or something! All smoking dope and worse! When the two muscular youths who were holding him let go, he picked himself up and without a word headed for the door, the terrified Witt close behind him. A moment later their car started with a roar and they headed down the road.
As the sound of their motor diminished, it was replaced by the distant wail of a siren. This alerted Jim, made him nervous.
"Let's split, guys. Get your clothes on!" he said urgently.
Guy and Fred, who had run out when the first threat of trouble with Quinn materialized, were already dressed by then and nervously waiting in the car. Jim and Skip and Bob took time to pull only their jeans on, and in less than a minute, all were gone, leaving the confused young woman curled in an overstuffed chair, the obscene pictures of herself and Andy clutched in her hand as tears streamed down her beautiful face.
She thought that in just a couple of days she had managed to completely ruin what had promised to be a beautiful life. She had corrupted a fine young boy, and then been blackmailed, and used like an animal had even sunk to performing a lesbian act. She had done every vile thing imaginable. How could she ever look herself in the mirror again? How could she have done these things!"
* * *
Tom Vincent was young, barely over twenty-three. He was one of the youngest to be an assistant coach at the local junior college. He nonetheless knew his job well, because his father and two uncles had been pro-ball players and he had been raised with the talk of the game since he was a child. He was particularly wary of incoherent teenagers reporting a crime. He knew Andy Rivers and he thought he was a good kid. He also knew the boys whose names he had been given. The fact that the name of Andy's brother Jim was among them gave some credence to what Andy told him. They were hell-raisers all right. They-likely smoked pot and drank booze when they could get it, but who didn't?
He passed a car on the road full of those young kids. He immediately recognized the five boys, and their flushed appearance told him they had been up to something and they were in a terrible hurry.
The sound of his car had already brought Ellen to the door. He took a long look at the brunette beauty, her hair was in disarray, her body was obviously naked beneath a short robe, and her eyes puffy from crying. She appeared terrified at the sight of him.
So the kid had been right. Something had happened here tonight. He signed and thought maybe he should have called the police in over Andy's protests.
"Mrs. Manning I'm Tom Vincent, a friend of Andy's from school. He told me about some trouble. He wanted me to help you out. Do you know who they were?"
"I don't think names would mean anything," Ellen Manning managed to say. "I've just moved over here from the city. There's been no trouble."
"It was a station wagon with five boys."
"I don't think I saw..." she began.
"I know the station wagon, it's owned by a Mr. Peter Rivers. He and his family live farther down the road. His son Jim was driving the car. His other son, Andy, is the one who asked me to help him and you. He didn't want trouble with the police since his brother was involved."
Ellen's world fell apart. She was sure she had been discovered in her debauchery with the youths, and tears filled her eyes as she looked up into the serious face of the young man. His face was young, but the eyes were old in a way that told her he'd heard most of the stories before, although she could not understand how this could be, he was obviously young, not yet her age, and he knew much more than he was telling her. Had he come to help her? Her hands clenched together, and only then did she realize she was carrying the packets of pictures. She wished she could make them vanish, but there wasn't even a pocket in the short robe she'd pulled over her shoulders when the trouble began. She knew she must lie, and she was sure that with this young, handsome man, a he would not work.
"Oh, Andy," she managed to say. "Yes, Andy's brother and some of his friends came looking for him. But Andy hasn't been here since yesterday. There wasn't any trouble really."
Maybe no trouble, but something happened, the young Tom Vincent thought, looking at the flushed face of the lovely woman. like you got fucked out of your pretty head! I have to find out about it! I have to find out about you. Did you do it because you were forced, and you're afraid to talk? Or did you invite it?
His brown eyes had not missed the sheaf of pictures the young woman seemed to be holding so urgently, and he saw her knuckles were white from the intensity of her grip. Smiling casually, he said, "Well, if there hasn't been any trouble, I guess I can be on my way. But I'd like to use your phone to give Andy a call; he's worried about you."
"Yes, certainly, come on in," Ellen managed to say, weak with relief. She reached to open the screen door but the man had already unlatched it from the other side, and it struck her wrist painfully. Her fingers opened and she cried out softly as the sheaf of pictures of herself with Andy spilled to the floor.
"Sorry let me get them," the young handsome man said. Before she could protest, he was bending, gathering them up, looking at them. He grinned and raised his eyes to her stricken face. He said, "I guess now we know what it's all about."
"Oh, my God," she moaned. Suddenly weak, she fell against him. He caught her in his strong young arms, his hands sliding under her robe in what might have been an accident, or might as easily have been a lewd searching. His touch thrilled her, and she caught her breath as she raised her tear-stained face, and fixed her wide dark eyes on him. "I did a terrible thing," she said, her voice breaking. "I've been a grass-widow so long and I never let a man touch me after him. Until I moved in here. And then that boy, Andy, well, something snapped. I couldn't help myself. I suppose I have to tell you all of it ... "
"Mrs. Manning, you don't have to tell me," he said. He tried to sound impersonal but he couldn't make the words come out right with her hot firm body in his arms. God, but she was beautiful.
He was sure the five boys in the car had had her, by one means or another. And the pictures were evidence that Andy had laid her also.
To him she somehow didn't seem the kind who would be a nympho. He was inclined to believe she'd saved herself since her divorce. So, maybe she had made one slip with Andy, and been caught in the act. She began to cry and instinctively he drew her close, comforting her, but he couldn't ignore the sensation of having her trembling, nearly-naked body in his arms. He'd never held a woman like this one before!
"I know I know," Ellen sobbing, whispered. She looked up at him. He was so young and handsome and strong. She felt a new surge of heat in her loins as she pressed tight against him, rubbing her pubic mound against the front of his trousers, feeling his sudden erection. "How did you hear about this?" ' "Andy Rivers. He came to my house. I live about a mile from here. He said you were being raped. By the five boys."
"Oh, I was and I wasn't, if you understand. You're so young, but you seem to know what you're doing. I'd better tell you in case something comes of it."
Tom Vincent didn't particularly want to hear, but it was something he should know in case the kids caused more trouble. And this woman was so lovely, he wanted an excuse to stay longer, to keep holding her.
"Might be a good idea," he said. "I'll keep it quiet."
"Thank you," she said gratefully. "There's a pot of coffee. It's probably too strong now, but would you like some?"
"I like it black."
She fixed the coffee and sat on the sofa beside him and managed to tell him the entire story, leaving only Kay out. She didn't spare herself. She told him of the reluctance, the revulsion she had felt at first, the pain and finally the pleasure.
He stared into his coffee cup, trying to make the erection that her erotic account had caused go away. It wouldn't. He ached in his balls and cock and he found himself not really blaming the boys.
Her short robe had fallen open, exposing the full, wide-set breasts, but she seemed not to notice. The robe was so short that, sitting as she was, he could see the soft golden triangle of her pussy hair. She was so engrossed in telling her tale that he doubted she realized the picture she was presenting to his eyes.
"I don't think you'll have any trouble with any of them now," he said when she had finished, her eyes guiltily down-cast. "Those kids can be rough and they'll keep the phone men away. I'll have a talk with them. Myself, I'm not anything, but if we go to the authorities ... that should keep their noses clean. I'm sorry all this had to happen to you, Mrs. Manning. This is a beautiful little place you have here. Too bad you had to get off to such a lousy start. But I think you can go on living here now without worrying about being molested by those kids."
"Oh, thank you, thank you so much!"
Ellen reached for him and wrapped her arms around him tightly, feeling his strength and manhood. She desperately needed to have him close to her. She tilted her face up, hoping he would kiss her. She wouldn't blame him if he didn't; who would want to kiss lips which had sucked so many cocks this night?
But his strong young arms pulled her to him, his hands sliding down over the lush contours of her trembling body, cupping her breasts, moving down over the rich swell of her hips and down over to the juncture of her thighs as they opened in wanton invitation and then finally into the softly flexing lips of her cunt. She moaned and writhed against his lean body, spearing her tongue deep into his mouth, finding his tongue, luring it between her sucking lips and drawing on it until it was almost torn from his throat. Her face flushed, she broke away from him and in a pleading voice whispered, "Tom, close the door! Come in the bedroom. Please!"
He went to the door. He fastened it and turned to the young divorcee and said, "Not in there. Not until you've changed the sheets and aired it out."
"You're right," Ellen said, pleased that he was so sensitive. "Where then?"
"Here. On the couch where you told me about it."
"Oh, yes!" she flung the robe to the floor, baring her lithe, full-breasted body, and came to him. With nervous fingers she began tearing his clothes off. She dropped to her knees and finally her fingers managed to open the zipper. She zipped it open and her fingernails left long, white scratches on his flesh so she could get his boots off, and then he stood before her, naked, his cock erect and thick, oozing a small drop of pre-cum at its tip.
She paused long enough to brush her tousled hair back from her face with her fingers as he stood over her. She looked up into his excited face, and could see his entire body trembling before her. She took his penis in one hand and cupped the other under the heavy, cum-laden sac of his testicles, dipping her head. The flickering pink tip of her wetly probing tongue tasting the drop of fluid at the little hole. She burrowed into it, seeking more. Then the flat of her tongue slowly began to circle the lust-dilated head and she heard his sign of pleasure, felt his big hands stroking the long mass of her hair. She pursed her lips in a warm wet oval and tenderly kissed the rubbery hotness of the glans, and after she had tasted him well, turned her face up and said, "I want to suck you Tom."
"Yes." His hands drew her head to him as her mouth opened wide. "That's nice."
The abandoned young woman drew him deep into her mouth immediately, eager to feel the pulsing hot length of his rod filling her throat. She used her tongue avidly, her lips clutching the length of the iron-hard staff and her cheeks hollowing with the urgency of her sucking. she rocked on her knees as her head darted back and forth, her hair tossing, her fingers massaging his balls lovingly. She wanted desperately to drink his cum, have it gush and flow down her throat, fill her belly, and she moaned deep in her throat as she drove her lips to the very base of his cock-shaft, until her flaring nostrils were buried in his pubic hair. The male scent of him incited her even more, though she gagged as the hard bulbous head rammed past her tonsils, and still she couldn't help her suddenly wanton desires. Then she felt his hands close on her head, pulling her seeking mouth away from his lust-hardened cock.
"I want to fuck you, Ellen." he said softly.
"Can't you cum in my mouth?" she mumbled. "I want you to cum in my mouth! I want to taste you, drink you!"
"I will if you want but I want to fuck you now."
She licked her lips in submissive, mesmeric assent. "I want you to, Tom."
Trembling, Ellen threw herself on the big sofa, belly-down. She raised herself on knees and elbows, spreading herself wide, fully aware she was offering both her cunt and ass to him. Her loins burned and she didn't care how he took her! Her entire body was trembling with urgent desire. She felt the sofa sink as he knelt behind her.
Then the hot burning head of his cock was running up and down the flowering lips of her aroused pussy, probing tantalizingly and she wriggled her ass-cheeks in lewd invitation to him, then finally reached back with now skilled fingers. She found the rigidly probing shaft and guided it deftly through the soft fleshy lips of her pussy to her seething hot cuntal passage.
"Ooooooohhhhh!! ! " she moaned in pleasure as he fucked into her, feeling her sensitive vaginal flesh rippling ahead of the enormously distended cock, his hands clamping her hips as, with one powerful ramming motion, he rammed fully into her. She screwed herself back hard against him, her cunt muscles clutching, milking him, as he began to pump in and out of her writhing body with long deep strokes, and almost immediately she began to chant in rhythm, "Aaaah! I'm cumming! You're making me cum! Oh, God! I'm cummmmmminnnngggg!"
The wildly fucking young man rammed in and out of her receptive body endlessly as the young divorcee writhed and bucked and cried out in pleasure as she reached one orgasm after another, each stronger than the one before until the strength was drained from her straining body and he had to hold her hips tight as his still rock-hard cock plunged into the depths of her quaking belly.
"I'm going to cum!" he gasped at last.
"My mouth!" she cried out. With her last strength, she pulled away from him, felt the orgiastically dilating shaft sliding from her clutching cunt.
She twisted like a snake, her knees dropping from the sofa to the floor as she grasped the long wet cock in her fingers and captured it once again in her wide-open lips, tongue swirling, and drove her passion-heavy mouth to the very base of it, the heavy balls slapping against her chin, as the orgasmic spurting began from its depths.
Her lips hollowed as she drank him dry, great spurts of his cum filling her mouth and coating her throat. She nearly choked as she swallowed, her fingers milking his balls, reveling in every seething burst as his cum-streams traveled the length of his thick rod, and she moaned in final wanton satisfaction. For a long time the young widow knelt between his legs as she felt the once-formidable cock deflating between her passion-bloated lips.
Her eyes were glazed when finally she took her mouth away, long tendrils of unswallowed cum trailing back to the glistening cock-tip. She trembled as he gently lifted her up, surprised when he kissed her full on the mouth, sliding his tongue between her parted lips, tasting himself.
"You're so beautiful," he said softly.
"I'm terrible! A slut." She held him tight, pressing her body to him, feeling her breasts flatten against his young, lean chest.
"Tom, will you come to me often ... I need you so much?"
"Beautiful lady of mine, you won't be able to keep me from your door!
