Today's children are growing up much faster, and learning the facts of life at a much earlier age, than their parents did only a generation ago. This is so obvious that few people would deny it-which is fortunate, because denying it could well be the equivalent of inviting disaster.
The lowering of the voting age is only one of the inevitable results we have seen recently. It would not be rash to predict that the vote may be given to even younger people at some time in the future. Right now, not only teenagers but even ten-year-olds debate politics with their parents. In some cases, they discuss sex with them, too.
And it is not only a matter of just asking where babies come from; the "kids" want the full details, not vague generalities.
Many schools now offer classes in sex education. Naturally, these classes will vary in quality, but the important thing is that the initial breakthrough has been made; better teaching materials and more competent teachers will follow. And it is of course debatable whether sex education is a cause of the youngsters' faster growing up or a necessary result of this development. It seems likely that youth is being given sex education in the schools now because it is so obvious they need it at the earliest possible age, rather than that they are maturing earlier because some radically progressive educator had the bright idea of teaching them the truth about the birds and the bees.
Sex Cruise is, in a very real sense, about sex education-but it is not about the kind of sex education that takes place in the classroom. On the contrary, the three daughters of Jane Spicer, the young widow of the story, get as practical an education as could possibly be.
This is Paula Dennison's first novel. As readers of other Brandon Books are probably aware, many of the novels we publish are commissioned; that is, when we have decided on a particular theme for a novel we want to publish, we assign it to the writer we consider best qualified to handle it. Ms. Dennison's manuscript came to us in the mail, unsolicited. It would be pleasant to say that our first readers raved over it. As it happened, however, one of the assistant editors who considered it first praised it enthusiastically; another thought it was "well done, but not really a Brandon book." Naturally, this reaction aroused the curiosity of the senior editors. They read it with eager but unusually critical eyes, and- as you can see-decided to publish it immediately.
Perhaps the reason the first readers disagreed is that Sex Cruise is in large part autobiographical. As a result, portions of it are unquestionably extremely graphic, with details that not only ring true but hit home with a precision that couldn't be achieved by the unaided imagination. This is definitely an earthy, realistic book, and one that we do not wish to recommend to the squeamish. We are confident, however, that the objective reader who is not easily shocked will consider it a minor masterpiece.
As indicated, Paula Dennison is herself a young widow with daughters to support and educate. She has transmuted her own experiences into the story of Jane Spicer, who has a dual problem. Jane is a normal woman, with perfectly healthy sexual desires. Although she may have recovered from her sorrow over her husband's death, she still needs love: physical love as well as tender affection. She is still attractive enough to be able to find that love, but how can she carry on a romance when three pairs of young eyes are watching her almost constantly? That is one part of the problem; the other is her increasing awareness that her daughters are rapidly developing into the full bloom of womanhood, and will very soon be seeking the physical love of healthy young males in addition to the tender affection which she as their mother is able to supply them.
Jane's dilemma is very real and very pressing. There is no solution that will provide complete satisfaction for everyone involved, for there are bound to be tensions, jealousies, and perhaps even physical danger before the conflicts are resolved. But since Paula Dennison has been able to solve similar problems in real life, she is ideally equipped to present a satisfactory solution in fiction.
Needless to say, we are publishing Sex Cruise in full confidence that it will meet an enthusiastic reception from mature readers and critics. As a pleasant byproduct, it is nice to know that Ms. Dennison's income as a writer will enable her to avoid at least her more vexing financial problems in the future. We at Brandon Books are happy to have been part of her birth as a writer and her rebirth as a human being. We look forward to publishing many more novels by Paula Dennison in the future.
THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Sunday mornings were usually slow and easy in the shady patio of the Spicer family's suburban home. Today was different. Jerri, the eldest daughter, was home fresh from her first year of college. And as far as her mother was concerned, the girl had acquired a few new habits that were far too wild.
"But Mom," she argued, "you don't understand. It's not a matter of trying to show off how Pm built or anything. It's just the style now. There isn't a girl in my class that wears a bra anymore. And besides, it's more natural."
Jane Spicer looked across the breezeway to where Jerri sat with her long legs draped carelessly over the arm of the lawn chair. The front of her thin cotton tee-shirt sheathed her breasts so tightly it was quite obvious there was no brassiere underneath. Her nipples were outlined so distinctly it was ridiculous.
"Now Jerri, you know I've never been downright prudish. You have to admit I've never been as hard on you girls about things like that as some mothers. But really, dear, you might as well be naked as to let yourself flop around like that."
"Flop around?" cried Jerri. "Mom, I do, not 'flop around.' I won't have to worry about that for a few years."
Her tone was icy and Jane knew that she had piqued the justifiable pride Jerri had about her firm young shape. She smiled and conceded her exaggeration.
"Okay," she relented, "I won't nag you about it. You're nineteen now. I guess you're old enough to make your own decisions about something that personal. I just hope Karen and Kathie don't get any bright ideas about it from seeing you around the house and want to do the same thing. You know how impressionable they are at their age. And you know how they both look up to their 'big sis' as being somebody pretty special."
Jerri laughed and, swung her legs off the chair. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back as she straightened her back.
"Are you kidding?" she chortled. "Neither one of them is old enough to worry whether to wear a bra or not. Gosh, Mom, Karen's only thirteen and Kathie's just ten. What makes you think they give a darn whether I wear a bra or not?"
"But it's the idea of the thing, Jerri," said Jane. "And for your information, Karen started wearing a training bra right after you left for school last fall and she's already moved up to the next size. If you hadn't been in such a hurry to leave on your date last night when you got here from school, you'd have noticed how much she's grown since you've been away."
Jerri sat down by her mother. "You know, Mom, you really ought to quit wearing bras yourself. The way you're built, you don't look like you need one. Nobody'd ever guess you're thirty-seven. And you know how everybody's always asking if we're sisters. Not one of my friends at school has a mom as young-looking as you."
Jane beamed under her daughter's praise. She couldn't help being proud of the fact that at her age she was youthful-looking enough to elicit such a comment from Jerri. She told her that she'd gone along with mini skirts, boots, and most other fashions, but that going without a bra was too far. Jane knew full well that her large, firmly fleshed breasts were as attractive as those of women several years younger but she was so accustomed to wearing a brassiere it was too late for her to change. Or so she thought, at the time.
Jerri asked when she had last gone out with anyone. She knew her mother was a very good-looking woman and hated to see her sitting around the house pining for something to do.
"How can you even think such a thing," Jane answered, a little abruptly. "You know your daddy's not been gone a year yet. It wouldn't be right for me to be running around so soon."
Jerri said it wasn't the medieval ages anymore and no one expected a woman to be so strict on herself nowadays. It was what her father would have wanted, anyway, she told her mother. There wasn't a thing in the world wrong with her beginning to start a new social life for herself.
Jane didn't answer right away and Jerri knew she had at least made her think. But just then Karen and Kathie came running out to ask if they could go play in the park. After being granted permission, they tore out the door and hopped on their bicycles. Jerri noticed, as Karen dashed past her, that her mother had been right about her growing a lot. The young teenager's budding breasts were definitely beyond the stage where hers had been when she was thirteen. The kid was going to have an awfully nice pair of tits when she grew up, Jerri mused. It made her wonder whether Karen's interest in boys was as developed as her breasts were.
Jane busied herself in the kitchen and left Jerri alone in the patio. She couldn't help thinking about what her daughter had said. Was it possible that she was being old-fashioned about avoiding men now that her husband had died? A flush of color passed through her face. It was more than just his presence she missed now that he was gone-it was something far more specific, whether she wanted to admit it to herself or not. The thing she missed more and more as the days went on was the touch of a man's hands on the nakedness of her body. She had taken his love for granted for so many years that she now found herself aching for it. Alone at night in her bed, with the covers over her lush, curvaceous body, she was becoming downright hungry for a man's love. And there had been dreams so stimulating to her that she was ashamed even to recall them, much less to dwell on them in any detail. At first Jane's late husband had figured in the dreams, but after a few months other men began to appear there ... invariably in the role of lover. There had been the one about the faceless, hard-muscled man who stripped her nightgown off and stood staring down at her nakedness with his hardened organ jutting from the fly of his pants before-
A saucer slipped from Jane's hands where she was washing dishes and crashed to the tile floor. She kneeled, muttering, and picked up the pieces. She really must keep her mind from wandering back to such scenes.
The noise of the dishwasher kept her from hearing the knock of Jerri's boyfriend on the back door. When he caught sight of Jane on her knees he quit knocking and just stared. Rodney had been informed by Jerri that her mother happened to be an especially good-looking woman, but he hadn't expected anything like this!
Jane's back was to the door and he had a clear view up the back of her short skirt. She had dressed with typical Sunday-morning informality and wasn't even wearing stockings or panty hose. Rodney could see the naked flesh of her firm legs all the way up her thighs to a point that had to be only a few inches below her panties, he thought. Wow! Maybe if he cooled it for a few minutes and she stayed on her knees long enough ...
Her motions as she swept up the last few bits of glass turned her body sideways, depriving him of any further view up her legs. Her new side angle, however, provided more than he had anticipated. Just as he was frowning at the disappearance of her naked legs, her torso shifted into view and he was treated to a quick but satisfying shot of a plump breast. No wonder Jerri had such fine tits, he thought. Any daughter of a mother with jugs on her like that would have to be pretty well endowed. The most striking difference between the two was their hair. Although Jerri's long hair was black as coal, the woman on her knees had tresses of a dark blonde color. He realized she might turn around at any moment arid see him gawking so he started knocking again.
This time she heard him and jerked her head up in surprise. She wiped her wet hands on her apron and started to let him in, but Jerri sailed into the kitchen and beat her to the door. Jane thought the dark-haired boy seemed more than a little nervous when Jerri introduced him but she had no idea it was because he had been sneakily looking up her skirt and inside her carelessly buttoned blouse while she was on the floor.
She followed Jerri back to her room while she quickly changed clothes and asked for more details. Rodney was twenty-one, a junior at her college, a member of the track team, and was from a town in Indiana, she learned. She watched while her daughter snapped the waistband of her panty hose, testing the fit, and stepped into a little dress that covered far less skin than Jane wished. True, it was summer. But this flimsy little one-piece dress looked as if it would blow right off her body in the first gust of breeze. A look at the firm, willowy curves of Jerri's body convinced her that the girl was getting more and more womanly every day. All of her daughters were good-looking girls, but Jerri, being the eldest, naturally sported a body that most resembled Jane's. And Jane knew well the feelings that could be aroused from such a body-even if it had been ages since she herself had had it happen. She knew better than to warn Jerri to be careful on her date. She had done that all through high school but now the girl was too old to stand for such comments.
She watched them walk toward Rodney's car and saw his arm go around Jerri's waist. Then, to Jane's consternation, she looked on as he let his hand travel downward and all too playfully caress her buttock through her clothes. It was obvious to Jane it wasn't the first time he had bestowed such a touch on her daughter's rear and she wondered just how much more had gone on between them at school.
Just as they drove away, the phone rang. It was a man's voice, deep and a little gruff. "Hi, honey," he cockily said. "Who is this? Never mind, I know. You're Jane Spicer, right, baby? Your old man's been dead for a year now and I bet you're just dying to have a nice, big old prick inside your panties, ain't you?"
She was aghast. Before she could get her wits about her and either demand to know who he was and what he thought he was doing or slam down the receiver, he growled, "How'd you like to lie down right now and strip yourself to that hot gash of yours? I've got something in my hand right now I know you'd just love to have fuck the shit out of that wet, hairy cunt of yours!"
Jane crashed the phone down and felt herself grow red in the face.
First she was plain scared, then she was angry. Who in the world could it possibly have been, and how did he know her name? She had never heard the voice in her life but he seemed to know plenty about her. Not only her telephone number, which was bad enough in itself, but also her name and the circumstances of her late husband's death. And the things he had said to her!
She had heard about things like this happening to women but it never had to her before. My God, what if little Karen or Kathie had been the one who answered the phone? Would the creep have poured out the same kind of filth into their young, innocent ears, Jane wondered? She walked around the room fretting for a few minutes and then it finally occurred to her to call the police. They were amazingly unresponsive. The desk sergeant told her it happened all the time and there was no way to trace the call unless they had advance warning. He asked her exactly what was said and Jane was too embarrassed to repeat it. She got red in the face and stammered that the things the man had said were too perverted to talk about.
"It was probably just some nut that got your number out of the book, lady," he glibly told her. "It'll probably never happen again."
It infuriated her that the policeman was ignoring the other details of the call-the personal things the caller had referred to that no stranger could possibly know. She gave up and hung up the phone.
The phone rang again and startled her out of her wits. She answered it frantically, sounding like an idiot, but it wasn't the deep gruff voice she half expected at all. It was only Harry, her husband's former business partner. There were still a few routine details to clear up about their mutual business interests, he told her. Could she meet him for dinner? A few times before Harry had asked her to come down to the office but nothing like this before. She knew he was a married man even though she had never become well acquainted with his wife.
"Well, I-" she began.
"Come on, Jane," he said. "It'll do you good to get out of the house."
It bothered her a little that he was obviously referring to her stay-at-home ways now that her husband was gone. She didn't really know why. Reluctantly she agreed to meet him after asking as unobtrusively as possible whether his wife would be joining them, and he had said she would.
The girls came dashing into the house on their way back from the park. They were squealing and yammering about some boy.
"You should have seen Karen's face when Wilbur rode by on his bike and waved at her. Boy, she got red as a beet. Ha ha. She really likes him but she won't admit it!" teased young Kathie, her blonde pigtails flying.
"I do not,' fumed her older sister. "He's just a boy in my class at school, that's all. All I did was wave back."
Jane smiled at her two young daughters. She thought it was cute that Karen, now at thirteen, was becoming interested in boys. And ten-year-old Kathie was just the right age to be at her about it all the time. Her elder daughter's proud young breasts pooched self-consciously underneath the top she wore and Jane saw that it clung damply to her torso everywhere except over her brassiere.
"You've both been playing awfully hard. Look at how sweaty you are, Karen. Both of you go take a shower," she told them.
Kathie was still teasing Karen about Wilbur but as they went up the stairs Jane heard the older girl say, "Oh, be quiet, Kathie. You're just jealous 'cause you don't even have anything yet to make a boy look at you."
Jane saw her jut out her small breasts as they reached the top landing and saw Kathie stick her tongue out and made a face at her older sister in response.
After dinner she told them she was going out and started to call the sitter for them. They wanted to know why Jerri couldn't stay with them and Jane explained that Jerri was old enough to have a life of her own and was out with a boyfriend. They were so insistent about not having the sitter called that Jane finally gave in and told them they could stay home alone if they'd both be good.
She went to her bedroom and started getting dressed. The mirror would have pleased her if she had been uninhibited enough to admire what it reflected. As the clothes came off her still-slender frame, the woman's nakedness revealed a finely turned rear end that jutted provocatively below the curve of her waist. Inside the front of the panties that stretched tartly over buttocks, between her long legs, hid a thick, damp mat of brownish-blonde curls. Above, gently and heavily bobbing under their own weight, the lush mounds of her breasts swelled to twin peaks. Jane was no teenager anymore. Not by a long shot. There was a trace of extra padding at her thighs and her breasts perhaps lacked the tight-as-a-drum perfection of those of Jerri. But to have lived thirty-seven years and to have have given birth to three daughters, she was an unquestionably good-looking woman. She stood out among friends her own age like a pearl in a pea pod.
On went the sheer panty hose, the flouncy yet sedate half-slip and a few quick sprays of cologne to pervade her secret regions with a clean, aromatic scent. She paused as she drew the straps of her brassiere over her shoulders and smiled to herself at what Jerri had said about going without a bra. It was true, she saw to her pleasure, that she could have easily done without the support of a bra. Of course the twin swellings of her prominent breasts would undoubtedly shift and sway under her blouse-but barely more than Jerri's did. She stopped herself. What a silly thing to be thinking! If she wasn't careful, she might find herself adopting some of the far-out ideas of her daughter about how a woman should dress. Or about how she should undress, rather, she chuckled to herself. The way Jerri ran around in her thin long dresses with no bra underneath and her form-fitting mini skirts with her groin covered only by the skimpiest excuse for panties, was more like being undressed than dressed.
When the doorbell rang she let Harry in and ran to get her purse. Kathie and Karen were in the living room watching television. Harry walked past Kathie and patted her on the head, but when he got to where Karen was sitting he was a little more attentive.
"How you doing, honey?" he asked with considerable interest. "Haven't seen you for a few months. You're really growing up fast, aren't you? What are you watching there on TV?"
As he spoke he patted her on the head as he had done Kathie but he went one step further. He ran his hand down her smooth blonde hair and instead of walking on past, he lowered himself beside her and allowed his hand to continue over her round young shoulder to the tender area of her ribs. For a fleeting instant the teenager felt his fingers actually graze the base of her breast where the cup of her small bra was stitched to the strap. The touch was ended almost before it began, but his intention was BO secret to the girl. It was obvious that he wanted to get a feel of her titty even though he tried to make his action appear as something far less than it was.
She answered him distractedly and kept watching the screen. By the time Jane returned with her purse he was already up and ready to guide her out the front door. Jane suddenly stopped and yelled back, "Girls, listen, don't answer the phone tonight if anybody calls while I'm gone. I meant to tell you that earlier, Be sure, now, you hear? It would just be someone calling for me and there's no use of you answering it if I'm not here."
The memory of the obscene caller loomed in her mind and she was afraid he might call back-in spite of what the police had said-and spew his filthy talk into the ears of one of her innocent daughters. She would just die if Kathie or Karen were to be exposed to such language. The girls promised to do as she said but they were very puzzled. She had never warned them before against answering the phone when she was gone from the house.
When the door slammed behind them, Kathie could hardly contain herself. "I saw him. I saw what he did to you, Karen," she exclaimed. "I saw him feel you up after he patted you on the head. I'm going to tell Mom when she gets home. I bet you wanted him to do that, didn't you? Miss Tease! Miss Tease!"
"Oh Kathie, darn it, I did not. What would I like about that old bastard? He's way too old, silly. Besides, he just barely touched me there. You better not tell Mom-you're just jealous because you don't have any ninnies on your chest!" she yelled.
"I am not! I don't care about your old ninnies. They don't make you any prettier. You think you're something special just because you finally started growing a pair. Judy Lee Smithers had same way before you did, and she's your very same age, too!" retorted the younger girl.
But it was apparent that Karen's comment had hit home. The truth was that Kathie was so precocious at the tender age of ten that she simply couldn't wait until she developed the coveted signs of womanhood on her own smooth, flat little chest.
"If you tell, I won't let you sit on my bed and watch that window across the street anymore. You know how good you can see that man and woman from my window-you can't see nothing from where your bed is. You better not tell!" threatened Karen.
There was a lot Jane didn't know about what her two young daughters did at night in their bedroom. She would have blistered their bottoms thoroughly if she had any idea they often spied from their high window down into the house of a neighbor. So far they had only succeeded in seeing a man and woman take off their clothes a few times but they had great hopes of getting to see more. Karen knew that Kathie was every bit as interested in peeking as she was, if not more. If worked. Kathie agreed to not blab about what she'd seen Harry do with his hand to Karen while their mother was out of the room.
The television caught their eyes again. Both girls wore simple day dresses and Kathie was barefoot. She leaned back in her chair and tossed her legs over the arm, hot bothering to keep her knees together. Her young crotch was completely visible from where Karen sat, even the V where her white cotton panties separated the slim lengths of her gawky, coltish legs.
"Kathie, for gosh sakes, watch yourself! I can see all the way to your panties!" she called out.
"Aw, so what. Nobody else is here to see anything and I've seen you do the same thing plenty of times. Besides," continued Kathie, a smug little smile on her face, "my panties cover up the main thing-you can't see my cunny, can you?"
While the two girls argued with each other at home, their mother was arguing-much more decorously-with Harry. It was bad enough when ^e hadn't brought his wife along like he said he would. He claimed she had to stay in with a cold. But when he insisted that Jane have a drink with him before dinner, she had to look upon the entire evening in a different light. She told him she had already eaten a small dinner with the children, and expected only to have a salad or something while they went over the business papers, and that she didn't want to drink. It had surprised her when they arrived at the place because it wasn't just a restaurant. It was a supper club, complete with a dance floor and dimly lit tables. To drink with him would surely strip the evening of any claim to being a business dinner and turn it into a ... well, she didn't know what. But she relented when he assumed a sad face and assured her there was nothing in the world wrong with them having a friendly drink together. After all, he reminded her, he had been business partners with her husband for years. He looked genuinely hurt about it.
"Well ... all right," she gave in. "Maybe just one. A small glass of wine or something."
When their order arrived she discovered her drink was hardly anything as simple as a glass of wine, small or otherwise. It was a tumbler-size glass filled with an exotically colored liquid. But it had a cool, sweet taste so she drank it as they attended to their business papers. There was so little to discuss that Jane was surprised that Harry had even requested her presence. One more detail to make her suspicious of Harry. She'd seen him casting furtive glances at her legs in the front seat of the car. As an unabashedly attractive woman, she was accustomed to more than passing attention from men with respect to certain parts of her anatomy. But since she was in Harry's company-even though it was supposedly for business purposes-Jane felt different about having him look at her like that.
The drink went down somehow much easier than she thought it would and before she knew it Harry had another one sitting in front of her. She started to protest.
"Go on, Jane, at least join me while I finish mine. Let yourself go a little," he cajoled.
It was the least she could do to join him, she thought. And the drink was pretty tasty, she had to admit. She accepted the drink and sat back in her chair a little to watch the dance floor. What Jane didn't know was that the drink was more than just tasty-it was also highly potent. A smooth blend of rum and fruit juices, the concoction's strength was concealed under the pleasant sweetness of its fruity taste. A more experienced drinker would have recognized it for what it was, but Jane had never been much of a drinker since her husband had passed away.
An hour later Harry had the papers all in his briefcase and Jane was twirling her third drink in her fingers. Harry saw that she was gently moving her head to the slow rhythm of the dance band as she watched the couples glide around the floor.
"Come on, Jane," he suggested. "Let's get in on some of the fun ourselves. We don't have to just sit here and watch, you know. Here, let's go join them."
He extended his hand as he rose and Jane realized she was trapped. She had let herself get so carried away with the music that her tapping fingers left no doubt about her enjoyment of the music. Besides, the alcohol in her blood made such decisions a little easier for her. She rose and took his hand.
Harry led her onto the floor and eased her into his arms. They entered the flow of the other dancers and Jane let herself settle into his arms. It was very pleasant to be able to give herself to the rhythm of the music in this wholehearted way. Back at the table, when she was tapping her fingers and swaying her head to the music, this was what she unconsciously wanted. Harry was not a terrifically handsome man by anyone's measure but she discovered he had an easy, confident style of dancing that made it fun to move across the floor in his arms. He was ten or fifteen years her senior and his hair was quite gray, but the feel of his body against hers gave her the impression he was far from over the hill. There was a certain sense of hardness to his arms and shoulders, and whenever one of his legs touched hers it was with firmness and heft.
When he pulled her closer she didn't push him away. Now his body was touching hers all the way from her knees to her shoulders. He bent his head so that his cheek rested in thickness of her blonde hair and wormed it downward until she could feel his chin on her ear. Jane was a woman who hadn't been in a man's arms-any man at all-for months. Months that now seemed like years. As he pressed her closer to him she allowed it, only partly against her will. He began running his hand up and down the firm, resilient flesh of her back. The crowded abundance of her breasts pressed into his chest and felt the beginning of an old familiar feeling. Not thinking, the alcohol flowing warmly now through her veins, she pressed her front against Harry's open jacket, belt buckle and pants.
Hold on a minute, came a warning of alarm from somewhere inside her head, things are getting too chummy here. Don't let him squeeze you close like this - he can feel everything you've got.
She halfheartedly raised her head from under his chin and moved an inch or two away from his body. The warmth of their bodies wafted up into her nostrils from between them and she detected the scent of her fruity cologne mixed with a more musky, masculine aroma.
"Maybe we've been here too long, Jane," he said to her. "Maybe you'd like to leave."
"Yes," she answered, "let's do."
Maybe Harry wasn't bent on anything like she was thinking, after all. Maybe he was just trying to be nice to her as a friend and wasn't trying to get her to act like a woman with him.
But when Jane agreed and said yes to his question, Harry took it an entirely different way. He hadn't simply been inquiring if she was tired of dancing so much as whether she was ready to do something else instead of dancing. She sure had let him get a nice close feel of those big jugs of hers, that was for sure. When she agreed to leave he hoped to hell she meant she was ready to let him get his hands on her and do them both some good. He knew she was far from weak-willed-that's why he had plied her with drinks. Now it looked to him like he was going to get some action out of her.
On the way to the car he held her tighter than was necessary. In the front seat he slid in beside her but as he inserted the keys in the ignition she felt the purposeful caress of fingertips along the tops of her thighs. He peeled out of the parking lot with such force she was thrown against him as the car sped down the street. He buried his hammy hand between her legs and pressed his fingers against the inner surfaces of her thighs.
"Harry," she called out, "what are you ... what are you doing? I think you better-"
"Let's be grown up about this, Jane," he said, as he steered the car off the street and braked to a halt beside the freight dock of an abandoned warehouse. "You liked what was happening on the dance floor as I did. You don't need to play games with me. Don't be afraid to admit you need some loving."
"Wait a minute," she said. "You're not ... you don't understand. I can't have you think-"
"Think, hell," he exclaimed, interrupting her again. "I don't need to think anything, and neither do you. Just come off your high horse and act like a woman."
He was breathing hard and his tie was twisted sideways. He turned to face her and took her face in his hand while his other one busied itself in the soft folds of the clothing between her thighs. He was trying to find an opening into the secrets of her underclothes.
"You're beautiful, god damn it. You're a beautiful woman, Jane, and your husband's gone. Why don't you admit you need a man's hands on those big tits of yours, huh? Why don't you admit you need a good hard prick between your legs?"
His forehead was covered with sweat. Jane jerked her body back and forth on the seat but the drinks she'd had made her movements irregular and lurching. The motion made her breasts strain against her bra and heave back and forth under her blouse like two balloons under a tarpaulin. It was exactly the wrong thing to do if her aim was to stop Harry's attentions-and she was less and less certain just what her aim was. The way she was moving herself around in the seat made her sexier than ever to him. He couldn't wait to get his hands under there and get his fingers on the sweet naked flesh of her breasts and groin.
"No, Harry, no ... you can't do this, you're making a fool of us ... you're a married man ... stop it, now ... you really better lay off before-"
He covered her mouth with his lips.
"Mmmffff!" she cried.
He pursed his lips and sucked the sweet moisture of her mouth off her red, squirming lips. He took his hand from her face and threw it around her back.
"Ungh," she grunted, unable to speak with his mouth covering her lips. But the outcry was only partly a protest. The feel of his mouth and hands on her was taking its due. There was no way for her to keep the truth from herself any longer. She was beginning to like what he was doing to her. She was beginning to like it, and she was starting to want more of it. It didn't matter what her head was telling her anymore. No matter how much she thought she shouldn't be letting any of this happen, her sensitive breasts and slowly moistening genitals were right there underneath her thin clothes denying every protest.
CHAPTER TWO
Harry's eyes were wild. He wasn't physically forcing Jane to submit to him, he was simply overcoming her feeble and weakening protests by the pure intensity of his desire. She could have slid away from him across the seat if she'd been up to it. The maddening question was why was she not up to it ... was it the alcohol in her veins or was it the gradual dawning of her own latent cravings?
She squirmed under the avid touch of his fingers but it seemed that moving her body only made her breasts and damp pelvis come into contact with him more and more. Everywhere she turned, there he was.
Inside her skirt, in the dark recesses of her genitals, something was happening to Jane that she didn't want to admit. She was getting all moist and slick there, and she was aware of a swelling surge of desire unlike anything she'd felt since becoming a widow.
Harry ran his hand down her back and succeeded in loosening the waistband of her skirt.
"Let go, damn it Jane, let yourself go. You know damned well you need a good satisfying fuck. And I'm just the man to give it to you! Can't you see you're driving me wild just feeling you up like this? Let me into your panties and I'll give you some relief!"
She was scandalized by his words. Her husband had been an adequate lover, but he'd never said things to her like Harry was saying. She felt a bit of revulsion to what he was saying, but at the same time she also experienced an unaccountable and perverse desire to hear him tell her more. Already his hand was lowering her skirt to her hips and she realized that he'd have it down to her thighs in no time and be able to strip off even her panties. She moved sluggishly against him but now she wasn't exactly fighting him, it was more that she was rolling with the tide. The feel of his naked hand inside her skirt made her feel more and more ashamed of the mounting desire to have him touch her plump, sweating genital lips.
Oh my God, this can't be happening, she thought to herself. I ... I'm getting so hot for it I'm going to wind up letting him stick in his cock and get me going so much I'll never be able to stop. I'm so embarrassed I could cry. What a slut I am! If my daughters could see their mother now I'd never be able to face them again!
Harry's breath was coming faster and faster. He jerked his pants open and rammed his penis out, exposing its full length to her view as he nervously jerked at her skirt and panties. He hadn't just pulled it out to show her what it looked like. He was so aroused that he knew he couldn't wait much longer.
"Jesus, Jane, lemme in! Lemme in there before I ... ungh ... ungh ... uuuuungh!" he yelled.
The angry red head of his penis exploded right before Jane's eyes and shot a thick wad of sperm up on her blouse. He hadn't even begun to get close to his goal, so he missed by a mile and sent his semen spewing through the air onto her clothes.
He wasn't as drunk as she was and the premature climax was so embarrassing to him that he stuffed his organ back into his pants and began wiping her off with his shirttail. He mumbled under his breath and looked away from her face as he finished the job, then started up the car and headed for her house fast. Jane lay back against the seat. Harry had nothing to hide behind, but she used her intoxication as a crutch and pretended to be dead drunk so she wouldn't have him trying to talk to her. What had happened was bad enough. Talking about it could only be worse, she thought.
At the driveway he stopped without pulling all the way to the door and began mumbling something that sounded partly like an apology and partly like peevish grumbling. She got out and said, "Don't try to talk now. I drank so much I think I'm going to be sick." Then she trotted to the front door.
They both knew she was lying but her words let them get away from each other fast, and at the moment he wanted to do that as much as she did. She wasn't nearly as drunk as she'd been pretending, but she was far enough into her cups that the time had slipped away from her. She suddenly realized it must be near midnight.
Kathie and Karen would be in bed asleep by now, she thought, so at least she'd be spared having them see her stumbling across the yard. And Jerri would probably still be out with Rodney, so there was nothing to worry about there either. After their discussion in the patio that morning about how a nineteen-year-old girl should act and dress, Jerri was the last person she wanted to see her in her present state. She was only partly right. Jerri was still out with her boyfriend all right, and the two younger girls were even in bed-but they were far from being asleep.
Upstairs in their bedroom both girls were sitting on their haunches in their nightclothes with their eyes trained on the window of the house across the street. "Hey, what was that?" Kathie asked Karen.
"Shhh! It was probably just Mom coming home. Remember? She went out to dinner tonight. If you don't be quiet she'll hear you and know we're still awake. Then we'll both get in trouble."
But Karen's words were wasted on her little sister. There was new activity in the lighted window across the street and she would much rather watch what was going v on there than argue with Karen. She tugged the sleeve of Karen's loose-fitting shorty nightgown and pointed avidly toward the window.
She put her mouth right next to Karen's ear. In the faintest whisper she could muster, she said, "Wowee, they're back. And look, the woman's got her bra off."
"So what, dummy? You never seen a pair of boobies before? Just because you aren't old enough to have any yet, and are always trying to see Mom's and mine doesn't mean I dig seeing that woman's. The guy is the one I want to see."
"I do not try to see yours and Mom's. Besides, your ninnies don't even count as boobs yet. Big deal! And don't call me 'dummy' The guy is the one I want to see too, but if the woman's taking her clothes off now then he'll be there too pretty fast. That's the way they did a couple of weeks ago when we almost got to see them doing stuff with each other. Now who's the dummy?"
Karen pulled away from her little sister and gave her a wilting look.
"Okay, okay," she hissed. "Just pipe down, will you? If you don't keep quiet I'll make you get off my bed. And remember, you can't see a darned thing from your bed."
But it was too late. The light flipped on and Jane stood with her hands on her hips staring at the bare bottoms of her daughters as they peered out the window. They were so engrossed in what was going on across the street that their nightgowns had crept up far above the cheeks of their young buttocks. They both wheeled around in the bed as the light went on and found their mother staring at them with a frown on her face.
"What are you two doing awake at this hour? And what's all that chatter about? I could hear you all the way down in the living room. What are you looking out the window for?"
"Uh ... we were ... I mean I was-" began Kathie.
"She thought she heard something outside and I was just showing her there was nothing there. She's always getting scared, Mom, you know. We didn't mean to bother you. We'll go to sleep now," said Karen.
Jane accepted their explanations and flipped off the light. After she was all the way downstairs, Karen acidly whispered, "See, I told you. You almost got us in trouble. You have to stay over there in your bed now and it serves you right."
But when Karen looked back out the window she saw that the light was off in the house across the street. She wouldn't be able to see anything tonight anymore than Kathie would. When would it be, she wondered, when she'd get to see the man again with his pants off? She'd only got to see him that way once before and she was dying for a repeat performance. She still remembered how his penis had looked even though she only had a fleeting glimpse of it. She had seen the naked organs of boys in the neighborhood of her own age from time to time, but seeing what a grown man's looked like was different. She went to sleep with the thought of it in her mind.
Below in the master bedroom, Jane had also retired for the night-for the second time. She was almost glad that the girls' chattering had gotten her out of bed earlier, because her experiences with Harry had left her in no condition to sleep. If it hadn't been for the liquor, and being able to pretend she was much drunker than she really was, she didn't know what she would have done. It was bad enough for her to have gone with Harry in the first place and let him talk her into having a drink. She should have known from the way he always looked her up and down and paid special attention to her short skirts and to the tight bodice of her amply filled dress that he had more on his mind than business. But worse still was what she'd let go on in the car on the way back.
There was just no way for her to rationalize letting him get his hands on her like that. She couldn't explain it to herself and she didn't even want to think about it. But the way he had made her feel-even though he got too anxious and ejaculated before he even got her panties down-couldn't be shrugged off. She lay in bed and fought off the exciting thoughts that tried to gain sway over her mind.
But thinking was one thing and acting was another. As she drifted off toward sleep, Jane ran her hand underneath the light silk of her filmy nightgown and allowed her fingers to approach the sensitive Y of her groin. Even when her fingers threaded through the coils of her pubic hair towards the moist lips of her very sex, she still pretended she was asleep. And in actual fact she very nearly was asleep by that time-otherwise she would never have been able to continue with what she had begun.
But she certainly did continue the delicate manipulations of her fingers in the damp hollow of her groin, and she continued without slowing down. That night, for the first time since she had been a teenager, Jane masturbated herself. And when, in the darkness of her bedroom, her busy fingertips had stimulated her wet genitals to a thoroughly satisfying climax, it was almost as though it were not really happening. It was more like a new and exciting part of one of the dreams she'd been having with increasing frequency during the past few months.
She slept so well that Jerri didn't even awaken her when she came home at three o'clock in the morning from her date with Rodney. The next morning Jane lay in bed longer than usual before getting up. She stretched and smiled, extending her long legs far under the sheets and raising her arms high above her head. She felt better than she had in a long time. Without admitting to herself the part she bad consciously played during the night's little interlude of masturbation, she nevertheless allowed herself to recall with complete enjoyment the way it made her feel.
What a wild dream, she thought to herself, half pretending to believe it.
The entire family was a little drowsier than usual at breakfast that morning, each for her own separate reason. And Jerri, of course, would've been quite surprised to know that she wasn't the only one whose sleepy eyes were due, in one way or another, to the secret delights of sex. She sat munching her cereal with smug thoughts of what she'd let Rodney do to her, with no idea of the precocious interests of her two younger sisters or of the reawakening her mother had undergone in the realm of sensual activities.
Jane noticed that Jerri still apparently intended to go without a bra in spite of their little talk the day before. She didn't mind so much, though. As long as Karen didn't take a notion to follow her example, it was okay. And Kathie was hardly old enough for it to make any difference one way or the other.
The year Jerri had just been away at college was the main topic of conversation, of course. But that was only while Jane remained at the table. Later on when she left to bring out a platter of hot rolls, Kathie and Karen pounced on their big sister for more details about a certain part of campus activities not yet touched on.
"Jerri, how about the boys at school? Do you have lots of boyfriends? Do you go out on dates a lot? Do you-" Karen commenced.
"Yeah, and how about the guy you went out with last night?" Kathie broke in. "We didn't even get to see him. Is he cute? Do you like him?"
"Hey, slow down a minute," answered Jerri, smiling. "What's got you two kids so interested in boys all of a sudden? Last year the only thing you ever asked me was when I'd take you swimming."
"I don't know," chirped Kathie. "I just think they're groovy."
But Karen was miffed. "Maybe Kathie's still just a kid, but don't call us both that," she huffily retorted. "I'm not exactly a kid anymore."
As she spoke, Karen sat up in her chair and unconsciously pressed forward the mounds of her budding new breasts. Jerri could see that her pride had been wounded. She barely had time to apologize for her poor choice of words before Jane returned with the platter of rolls.
That afternoon when Jane went to the grocery, the girls again tried to worm information out of Jerri about "grown-up things."
"You're getting there, Sis," Jerri said to Karen, "but I don't think you're quite old enough yet to be in on all my secrets, are you?"
And to Kathie, she said, "Honey, you don't need to know anything about boys for a long time yet. When I was ten I didn't even want to play with them, much less think about them as much as you do."
"Awww," whined Kathie, disappointed but still not ready to abandon the subject.
Karen was more specific, "I don't mean the dumb old stuff about having babies and all that. I already know about that," she replied, straightening herself to her full height.
"Yeah, me too," chimed in Kathie.
Jerri looked from one to the other of them in undisguised amazement.
"What I want to know about is the other stuff," continued Karen. "You know, the stuff that's fun. The things a boy can-"
Kathie nodded her head in vigorous agreement, her eyes bright with anticipation.
"Listen, I think you're both getting too big for your britches," declared Jerri. "You better not ever let Mom catch you talking about things like that."
"I know, I know," exclaimed Karen, 'that's why I'm talking to you about it."
But Jerri was saved by the bell. She picked up the phone, discovered that it was Rodney, and shooed the girls away.
"You spoiled everything, Kathie," Jerri heard Karen say as they walked up the stairs. "If you hadn't been there I bet she would have told me all kind of stuff." From her position at the telephone, Jerri could see the younger girl stick her tongue out at Karen and make a face at her as she dashed up the stairs ahead of her.
Rodney asked right away if Jerri could go out with him that night. He'd been thinking all day about how hot she'd been with him the night before and he couldn't wait to have another go at it. Her answer surprised him. Not only did she agree to see him, but suggested that he come to her house. Her mother was going to some club meeting, she told him, and they would have the house to themselves.
"A patch of grass in the park may be okay once in a while," she said huskily, "but I think you'll groove on a real bed more, huh?"
"Wow! Outasite-but I thought you had two little sisters. Won't they be in the way?"
Actually, Jerri had forgotten about Kathie and Karen. But it was only because of her excitement at the prospect of being under the sheets with Rodney instead of on dewy grass. And the opportunity was too good to miss. "Forget about them," she said, "They'll be in their room all the time. I won't let them bug us."
On the second floor, Kathie was bending her head over the rail and hearing every word. She tiptoed back to her room and told Karen the news. For once she was glad to hear what her little sister had to say. That kind of news was worth plenty.
"Well, this could be super!" she told Katie. "It'll have to be her bedroom where they wind up. Listen, here's what we'll do ... "
While Jerri finished talking to Rodney and her sisters plotted to take part in the night's activities, Jane sat with a friend at a posh downtown department store. Her groceries were sitting in the car and she was finding herself being talked into going out with her friend's cousin from out of town. As her friend sat trying on shoes, she filled her in on the details.
He was tall and good-looking, as well as being a "real nice guy." And he would only be in town for the weekend. Jane realized that this would be the first real date she had had since the death of her husband. But the idea of him being new and from out of town somehow appealed to her and she agreed to to it. She had no way of guessing the things being planned for the same night by her daughters.
Late afternoon was a busy time around the Spicer household. Jane was putting away groceries and trying to decide what to wear for her blind date and Jerri was tie-dying a bunch of tee shirts. Kathie and Karen contributed their little bit by endlessly whizzing in and out of the house and making general nuisances of themselves. Jance couldn't imagine why the pair had so much to giggle about.
Once as she passed the bathroom and saw one of Jerri's shirts hanging up to dry, she did a double take and stopped in her tracks.
"I thought you were doing those shirts for yourself, Jerri. Did the girls talk you into doing some for them?" she asked. "The one hanging there to dry is way too small for you."
Jerri looked back over her shoulder with a frown on her face and Jane realized that the girl had thought she was razzing her.
She threw up her hands and walked away, calling back to Jerri over her shoulder. "Okay, I should have known. It isn't enough that you've thrown all your bras away. You have to run around with a skimpy little tee shirt on that's barely big enough to cover your chest."
" 'Breasts,' Mom, not 'chest'," retorted Jerri, unable to resist the quip. "I wasn't kidding yesterday when I told you you ought to start going without a bra, Mom," she continued. "Let me make you a tie-dye tee shirt. You'd look great in one, really, Mom."
There was no answer from the kitchen. Oh well, thought Jerri, guess I shouldn't bitch too much about Mom. Most of the chicks I know have mothers a lot worse than she is.
Jane drove that night to her friend's house to meet her blind date. She'd had to cancel going to the club meeting to make it, but she didn't really mind doing that. And why bother to tell the children "where she was going or who with? She would still be gone the same length of time, so neither her destination or companion should be important to them.
She was stunned when she met Terry, the man who was to be her blind date. He was everything her friend had said, In addition, he had a way of looking at her that let her know he appreciated the way she looked. Something about his gaze gave her the impression that time spent with him would be very entertaining.
It was not that Jane was consciously considering the man's potential as a lover. She wasn't able yet to be that open with herself. But the events of the preceding night had definitely had an effect on her relationship with the opposite sex whether she was ready to admit it to herself or not.
Once they were on their way in his car, he drove straight to a restaurant. But as they entered the restaurant he asked, "Something in particular you'd like to do after dinner?"
"Not really," she answered, willing to let him guide the activities.
"Me neither," he said, smiling. "We'll just see what happens."
Jane had the definite feeling she was going to enjoy his company that night.
Back at the house, things looked equally rosy for the girls. Jerri, of course, did not realize that her little sisters were depending on her for their evening's entertainment. But this didn't keep it from being so. They had been busy as beavers all day planning for Rodney's visit and they were much more eager, really, than Jerri was. It couldn't miss. They'd rigged up a simple foolproof way to see everything that went on in Jerri's room by just making a few strategic changes in the way her air-conditioner duct opened into the upstairs' bathroom.
Jerri should have suspected something from the ease with which they accepted her order to remain in their room while she entertained her boyfriend. But she foolishly thought the two girls were simply becoming a little easier to handle. As soon as they entered their bedroom as directed, they simply walked on through to the adjoining bathroom, seated themselves at the proper spot, and prepared to watch the whole proceedings.
Rodney was a half hour early. Jerri was already dressed and waiting, so she didn't care. "What are you doing here so early, silly?" she asked, grinning and opening her arms to him.
He threw his arms around her waist and cupped his hands over the firm mounds of her rear end, lifting her off the floor and swinging her feet back and forth as he hugged her. "Because I couldn't wait," he said. "When you told me we'd be able to have the place to ourselves it made me want to get a real early start."
The firm pressure of her soft front against his chest and groin made them both remember how exciting it had been between them the night before. He brushed his lips past hers, grazed his open mouth down her neck and buried his face just under her collar bone. She made a little noise with her mouth as she lost contact with his lips and he heard it change to a sigh when she felt the wetness of his kiss on her delicate skin. When he burrowed lower and pressed his lips across the tanned expanse of her upper breasts, she didn't stop him.
"You weren't the only one waiting for this," she said in a low voice.
"Then how about showing me your room?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in question.
"I was going to at least offer you something to drink first, or maybe something to smoke," she said. "But I'm getting so turned on from having you hug me I don't want to wait. Come on upstairs and I'll show you a lot more than my bedroom."
She led him, glancing back on the way up the stairs with open desire in her eyes. She couldn't help noticing the lump in the front of his pants and after she saw it she couldn't keep her eyes off it. Inside, she put her hands on his shirt and drew her fingers slowly down the front. She passed his belt buckle and gingerly handled the hard protuberance that pressed outward from underneath the taut, straining material of his pants.
Rodney was taller by several inches than she was and he buried his face in the top of her thick clean hair as she touched him. He remembered how he'd gotten her to masturbate him only twice before in their entire long months of knowing each other. She'd let him do most of the things he wanted to do to her, but wouldn't do everything to him that he wanted her to. Having her go straight for his organ must mean she was awfully hot for love. Her boldness sent a surge of new desire through his veins. He reached for his fly. He could hardly wait to flop his penis out and get her hands on it.
"Uh-uh, not yet," she warned. "We have lots of time for a change, plus a set of nice clean sheets to get between." She grinned at him mischievously. "I feel like going real slow and doing all kinds of wild things. Know what I mean?"
He'd-been temporarily disappointed when she kept him from unzipping his fly but now things were even better than before. She was even talking about what they were doing-she almost never did such a thing.
"Sure, baby," he agreed. "Groovy! You know damned well I never get all the loving I want from you."
He hugged her again and she teasingly wormed her braless mammaries into his chest. Jerri wore one of her tie-dye shirts made of cotton so thin he could easily feel the wonderful pressure of her twin nipple tips through his shirt. Her long hair fell over her shoulders interrupted only by a pert yellow ribbon and her skirt, although so thin and soft he could easily make out the sensuous outlines of her legs, reached to her ankles in the style of a Hindu sari. On her feet were leather sandals.
He kissed her cheeks and forehead and she started unbuttoning his shirt. She knew very-well he could feel her aroused breasts better with it off and wanted to give him more of them. He put his hands to work on her back, massaging it up and down in long, slow strokes that grew lower and lower until he reached the tight, hard cheeks of her rear.
The girls were wide-eyed in the bathroom. They'd been momentarily irritated by the fact that Jerri's back was to them and they couldn't see much, but now they could see his hands working up and down her curvaceous back and behind.
"They aren't kissing much, are they?" commented Kathie. "I thought they'd be doing lots of that."
"No, but they sure are doing plenty with their hands. Look how he's feeling her butt up. Wonder if that would feel good? I never thought of a boy doing that to you," answered Karen.
"I bet it would if it was a guy as cute as Rodney," replied the younger girl.
They wore loose-fitting little shifts and were both barefoot. It was well they wore what they did because watching the couple made them so antsy they kept moving around and changing positions. Excitement at finally being able to really see something was making them barely able to contain themselves.
Jerri had been feeling the wetness of his lips on her face and neck while she unbuttoned his shirt. When it was open she stuck her hands inside and hugged his naked ribs and stomach, then started returning his kisses. The girls watched her pepper his chest and neck with dozens of kisses while he kept it up above. He shrugged off the shirt. The new feeling of warmth caused by her breasts rubbing against him was dynamite. She heard him take in his breath sharply as she returned his hug and pushed her frame into him.
She kicked off her sandals one at a time, raising her feet off the floor and rubbing the soles against his leg. She entwined a leg around his calf and massaged it up and down. For the first time he felt the warm, cushion like touch of her pelvic arch.
"Ummmm," he crooned, delighted at her growing passion. "How come we're still standing here in the middle of the floor, anyway?"
She grinned, realizing how dumb it was for them to stand so long when they didn't have to. "Take your Shoes off then," she said., "And we'll-"
He picked her up in his arms and lay her on the bed. "We'll move to the bed, right?" he said. "That better be what you mean because I can't wait much longer to see you naked between the sheets, baby. Here they go!"
He kicked off his loafers and they flew across the floor. One hit the wall right beside the air-conditioning duct and Kathie jumped inside her hiding place like she'd been shot. She lost no time getting back to her post beside Karen.
"Wow, they're getting wild," she said.
"They're going to get a lot wilder than that, I bet," answered Karen. "And not just by kicking things around, either!"
Jerri remained on the bed where Rodney had laid her. She looked up at him and opened her arms. When he fell into them she said, "What if I just happened to get naked on top of the sheets, lover?"
He'd said he could hardly wait to get her naked between the sheets and now she seemed to be offering something even better. Even though she was far from prudish, about the only times he got to feast his eyes on her complete nakedness was when they were in the actual process of balling each other. He looked at the seductive picture she made reclining on her elbow with the thin, long skirt tracing every line of her beautifully curved legs and her breasts fairly bursting beneath the flimsy material of her tee shirt.
There was no use answering her. She knew darned well he'd love it. He raised above her and ran his hands over the full swells of her breasts, thinking how fantastic they looked when they were naked and available to him. He put his hands on the bottom of her shirt and demonstrated that he not only wanted her naked on the sheets but that he was going to help her get that way.
She raised an eyebrow and taunted him, mischief in her eyes like coals of fire. "If you take my clothes off I'm not going to want them back on until I get what I want. And I don't want you to have your pants on, either."
Sweat broke out on his brow. "Don't worry, baby, you'll get what you want, all right. And for me to give it to you, my pants will have to be off."
He raised the shirt past her navel, exposing the smooth tanned skin of her midriff. To his delight, she put her hands on his belt buckle.
"Oh, wow," whispered Kathie to her sister, "we're going to see it for sure now."
"Yeah, we'll finally get to see a man's peter close up. I bet it's bigger than any boy's that we've ever seen. Harder, too!" exclaimed.
The shirt was so tight across her breasts he had to peel it upward as slowly and carefully as peeling the skin off a fruit. The material was slightly damp. When her berry-sized nipples popped into view he gave a tug and yanked it off over her head. Her perfectly formed mammaries were at last displayed in all their glory.
"Jesus, baby," he ejaculated, his eyes riveted on her roundly contoured mounds of beautiful breast flesh, "you sure have got a sweet pair there. With tits like that on you, I wouldn't care whether you had a pussy or not!"
The girls giggled and poked each other. They were tickled by what he said but there was more than just humor. Kathie gave a sidelong glance at Karen's small twin bumps and thought how great it would be when she started growing hers. Karen felt overly aware of them and thought with pleasure that someday her tiny buddings would be as big and pretty as the ones Rodney had just uncovered on her sister's chest.
All Jerri wore now was her skirt. Her breasts bobbed solidly as she unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his pants. She hadn't touched the fly yet but he was hoping like hell she would. He took a fat breast in each hand and ran his fingers lavishly across the satiny-smooth skin. Then he started a slow, tantalizing, milking motion, drawing his fingertips gingerly across her pouting nipples at the end of each stroke. The girls saw their big sister shiver with pleasure with each pass of his hands.
"How'd you like to have a boy do that to your titties?" Kathie asked.
"Oh, wow," responded Karen, a glazed look in her eyes. "Yeah ... oh yeah. I think that would be yummy!"
She'd thought about how it would feel to have a boy do things to her besides just kiss and hug her like at parties she'd been to. Now with the real thing right before her eyes she was letting her imagination run wild. It was much better than anything she'd ever seen before. A nice warm feeling began to make itself present between her slender thighs, the kind of feeling she had only felt a few times before in her entire life. She loved it and wanted it to grow.
Jerri was getting awfully excited from what Rodney was doing to her. At first she just meant to play around a little outside his pants but now she was changing her mind fast. She went ahead and unzipped his fly with a quick flourish that let his penis fly out like a big red jack-in-the-box. He immediately stood up on his knees in bed and wiggled out of his pants.
The girls leaned forward and their faces flushed red. A little of it was from true sexual arousal, but most of it was just from common embarrassment. Neither of them had ever seen a naked man's penis before and in spite of their precocious sex interest, they were a bit shy to actually see the hard shaft of flesh before them.
"Yeah, I bet she does ... I bet she touches it with her hands," Karen whispered, a catch in her breath. "She might even play with it some or do real nasty things like-"
"What?" interrupted Kathie, her interest rising every second. "Nasty things like what?"
"You know," Karen answered hesitantly, " ... fool around with it and skin it up and down .,. frig it for him."
"Really?" Kathie gleefully cried, "Boy I hope she does. How come you know things like that? You never told me anything like that before. Ever see anybody do that to a boy?"
"No, but I heard about it ... it's ... you know, it's the same thing a boy does when he plays with it himself," answered Karen. The truth was that she was embarrassed to mention the subject of playing with oneself because she had done certain things to her own genitals a few times and felt guilty about it. She didn't think Kathie ever had, and didn't want her to know that she had.
Jerri reached toward his organ and they held their breaths, but she stopped short and started rubbing the short, curly black hair that went from his navel on down. Rodney's penis stood straight out like a stick from his groin and he was dying to feel her hand on it. But she had still had her skirt on and he was buff naked. That had to be remedied first. It was swell to have his organ naked in front of her but he wanted to strip her crotch bare too, and get a good look at her sex.
He was on his knees again and his member was almost level with her face. He reached down and undid the. drawstring of her sari-like skirt and the top of it fell lower toward her hips. Her waist was so narrow that it dropped a few inches before it came to rest. That let him get his first look at the top of her panties. The thin yellow undergarment was distinctly visible above the floral print of her skirt.
"At least she wears some underwear," piped Kathie. "I've been noticing around the house that she doesn't wear a bra and I thought maybe she didn't wear panties anymore either."
Karen was too interested in her panties to pay much attention to her little sister. The warm feeling that had started minutes before between her legs was still very much present. Her young pubic mound felt terribly warm and she could even feel the smooth material of her panties touching her skin through the sparse blonde curls that grew there. There was more than just warmth now, there was a kind of dampness. It was beginning to feel very moist there and even her panties seemed to be a bit wet to the touch.
Rodney stripped Jerri's long skirt to her knees and she quite willingly moved around on the bed and stretched her legs to make it easy for him. It was obvious she wanted to show him what was underneath and she made no bones about it. The promise in her eyes told him it would be just a matter of time before he got to see the sweet, hairy swell of her pelvic mound. She rocked backward and raised her legs a few inches off the bed so he could finish the job and Rodney was quick to take advantage of her welcome cooperation. He knelt and slid the garment from her slim legs, leaving her on her back in the middle of the bed with nothing on but the skimpy little pair of bikini panties.
He straightened himself out over her with an arm on each side of her shoulders, but she playfully rolled aside. As she moved, her thigh grazed the hard knob of his organ. He felt a stab of intense pleasure and a sharp longing to press the thing against her again. Even if he couldn't slide it into her yet, he wanted to have it touching her somewhere or other.
He wrestled her from her side onto her back again and she gripped her legs together and wiggled her hips, making it impossible for him to keep his body in contact with her. Her lovely globes rocked and jounced on her chest and the hard tips grazed sometimes against his chest or forearms.
Kathie became a little concerned. "Gee, it sure looks like he's wrestling awful rough with her. Think he's hurting her?"
But Karen, whose feminine instincts were more fully developed than those of her younger sister, wasn't worried at all. "Oh no, he's not hurting her. It looks kind of rough but I don't think he's being mean to her."
She felt a pang of wet warmth in the crotch of her panties and said, in a dreamy voice, "I bet it feels real groovy to her to have him doing that!"
Jerri ended the wrestling match by lying still for a minute so he could hug her without having her slip away from his embrace. She put her arms around his neck and drew his face toward hers, leaving no doubt about her desires. Rodney fit his lips on hers and smacked them, giving her big wet kisses that included her chin, cheeks, and nose as well as her mouth. But his mouth wasn't the only active part of his hard, masculine body.
With her arms around his neck he was treated to the satisfying touch of her damp, fully packed mammaries against his skin. That inspired his hands to new business on her body. The girl's panties were the last bastion against his needs and he wanted them off. He stuck a thumb under the waistband and stretched it downward over the smooth, lush flesh of her lower stomach.
"Look," yelped Kathie, "he's trying to his hand in her panties and grab her cunny!
A few more inches and he had the waistband so low that Jerri's black, curly forest of pubic hair came into view.
"He's going to touch her there, he's going to put his hand right on her pussy," exclaimed Karen. "Look, he's going to finger-fuck her with one hand while he hugs her tits and milks one with the other hand!"
"What's 'finger-fuck' mean?" asked Kathie.
"You'll see!" Karen shot back.
She could see how much Jerri was enjoying it to "have him touch her secrets and the more she watched the more she began to identify with her older sister and to think how great it would be if she could only have a male do the same thing to her. The few times she had experimented with masturbation gave her thrills so nice she was scared to do it to herself much. But it was because she had done it to herself that she was able to imagine how fantastic it might be to have someone else do it.
With his thumb in her groin and his forefinger busily tickling her pubic hairs, Rodney was succeeding in bringing Jerri to a very high plateau of excitement. She was beginning to writhe her hips in slow arcs underneath his body, raising her pelvis higher to meet the manipulations of his fingers. Then he did what Karen thought he would do. He started milking her breast again. She made a little noise in her throat and the girls could see her hug him closer. He slid slightly sideways for more room to work on her panties, then ran his inserted thumb under the waistband, traced it around her hip and to the curve of her rear. In this new position he was able to tug them off with one quick movement. He dragged them all the way down to her knees.
"Now he's really got her naked," said Kathie.
Karen was so stimulated from the sight she wasn't talking much anymore. She was just staring with glazed eyes at the muscular male body on top of her older sister's and wishing it could somehow be she herself that was there. Her genitals were now very wet, not-just damp, and her silky panties made a thrill shoot up her spine every time she moved by rubbing across the exposed lips of her scantily haired mound. The truth was that she was beginning to want something else touching her there, and if it couldn't be a boy-as she would have much preferred-then she would be very happy to put her own fingers there. The only trouble was Kathie's presence. She was ashamed to do any such thing in front of her.
Jerri's yellow undergarment was all the way to her ankles now and her soft, nubile front was developing an extreme case of body hunger. Already she could feel his legs against hers and his chest in contact with her firm breasts-but she wanted more. She kicked her foot hard and her panties went flying through the air. They were so damp from the sweat of her groin that they left a wet mark where they struck a chest of drawers.
"That's the way I wanted to get you, baby," grunted Rodney. "Strip ass naked. It was so damned dark the other night I couldn't even see what I was fucking. Now I can see every god damned thing you've got, sweetheart, and I want to split your cunt and fill you full of my cock."
She wasn't playing anymore. She needed it too. The sweat was running down her face and she was rocking on the bed under his weight. He darted his fingers through the muff of her hairs and took the wet, moist vulva between his thumb and forefinger. His penis was quaking with the fluctuations of his rapid pulse. She was no longer coy about touching it. She cheerfully searched it out and wrapped her hot fingers around the member without even giving him any advance notice. After a couple of gentle squeezes she set her hand in motion and slid it up and down, up and down.
His face screwed up with intense passion and he fingered her wet lips deeper and deeper until his forefinger was all the way into the hot hole of her slick vagina. He had waited long enough. He lowered himself onto her body and pressed the end of his organ into the vestibule of her humid slit.
"Go ahead," moaned Jerri, "you don't have to hold back now, lover. Give it to me. I want it!"
He pressed the bulb inside but before he could draw it out she raised her hips and made it sink deeper into her flesh. The moist folds of her vaginal walls rippled past the angry red head of his instrument and flowed down the sides of the stiff shaft like wave after wave of thick, melted butter.
She stretched her arms and hugged him as close to her body as possible. She dug her heels into the mattress and trapped one of his legs between her thighs. With the new leverage thus afforded she was able to make his bulbular glans caress her taut clitoris every time he pushed forward.
"Hmmmmm," she moaned, "I can't tell you how hot you're getting me, lover. I ... I'm needing you in there, Rodney. Keep it up for a long time, will you? Keep on giving it to me ... that's the way, let me have it all ... ooooh ... oh God ... keep it hard for me, lover ... keep it hard and I'll do anything you want!"
"You got it, baby," he grunted. "You got it and you're going to keep getting it from me. Gimme tit, though, Jerri. I need a lot of tit ... gimme, baby, gimme!"
Then, with his organ plunging in and out of her slowly and deeply, he bent his face to her chest and greedily took one of her hard nipples into his mouth. The sweat was pouring off his forehead and cheeks and from the other room the young sisters could see his jaw muscles working as he applied his lips to the sensitive tips.
Karen was so completely captivated by the scene that she had almost forgotten Kathie was there. When she glanced in her direction, she could hardly believe her eyes. The girl had her hand down the front of her panties, her loose little shift raised high over her knees, and was openly and avidly masturbating herself!
CHAPTER THREE
Kathie's eyes were glued on Jerri and Rodney and she was manipulating the lips of her pint-sized organs as though nobody else was even present. Karen was stupefied. She had been craving for a long time to do the same-thing to herself-and the only reason she didn't was out of fear that Kathie would see her ... the same Kathie who was now diligently fingering her immature, completely hairless genitals. It was too much.
She started to say something, then had a better thought. Just leave her alone and attend to herself like she'd been wanting to do. Her little sister obviously wouldn't raise a stink and tell their mother on her for doing the same thing she was doing. Karen let her sister be and turned her attention back to Rodney and Jerri, who were both now groaning together like a duet, Not, perhaps, the kind of duet you'd hear in a Sunday school choir. But a duet nonetheless.
Jerri still had one of Rodney's legs trapped between the damp surfaces of her thighs and was rising off the bed to meet his every thrust. But his motions, which had been slow and purposeful for so long, were rapidly increasing the pace. He was saying something along with all his moaning but Karen couldn't, make out what it was and she didn't think Jerri could either. Jerri's long black hair was all messed up. The ribbon had long since fallen onto the bedspread and she appeared so excited to Karen that she didn't believe her sister would've cared what Rodney was saying even if she could hear him.
Her own panties were thoroughly wet by now and Kathie's surprising and blatant masturbation removed the last barrier against her getting in on a little of the action too.
Her lips felt dry as paper. Watching the pair for so long on the bed had made her pubescent genitals crave attention for ever so long. Now she was finally going to be able to do something about it. She glanced aside at Kathie to make sure she was still occupied with herself, and saw that she certainly was. She seemed totally oblivious to everything except the couple on the bed and the touch of her fingers against the soft, damp vulva. Karen at last hoisted the hem of her shift to a point just below her bra and eagerly stuffed her hand into the damp front of her panties.
With the moans of Rodney and her older sister filling her ears, she delicately felt her way through the sparse, moist ringlets of her blondish pubic hair and felt the slick surface of her outer lips at her fingertip. She rocked forward and moved her finger and thumb across the sensitive wet flesh while her glazed eyes locked on the scene in the other room. She felt her breath catch at the thrill of the touch and sensed a mellow warmth filling up her entire pubic region. She knew then that she had to keep doing it no matter what Kathie was or was not doing, or anyone else.
Rodney still had his mouth plastered on the tip of Jerri's moisture-beaded breast, but their movements had become so vigorous that he was losing it every second or third time he stroked her clamoring vagina. She strained hard against him and the move took her breast entirely out of his mouth. She was rising nearer and nearer toward her release and the only thing that mattered to her was keeping the stiff, wet shaft of his organ going in and out her soft front.
She stretched her arms as far down his back as possible in a desperate attempt to get more leverage. She felt the hard muscles of his thighs grinding against the smooth tops of her legs and heard his breath growing more and more jagged. Her heels were all the way down against the bedstead now and she was pushing against it with the soles of her feet. The hot well of her desire was filling fast and she needed all the help she could get to absorb the ecstatic frenzy of Rodney's powerful thrusts.
They were no longer groaning; they were grunting now, grunting with irregular noises as though speech were beyond them. She heard Rodney begin rasping like a coal burner and then felt her vaginal heat surge toward the flash point. A rapid quivering shook her loins to the core. Suddenly she heard a deep, muffled sob and felt a stream of hot liquid erupt against her ravenous vaginal walls. Even her grunting stopped. She sank her teeth into Rodney's shoulder and with a stab of ecstasy that seemed all the more intense for her complete silence, she was impaled on the quick, bright point of a screeching climax.
For a few seconds she pushed hard against the bedstead and treated herself to the sensual, quivering little orgasms that followed the first one. Then a wave of heavy torpor enveloped her body and she sank with pleasant fatigue into the damp bedspread.
Rodney was still breathing hard and lying with his spent organ against the drenched, springy coils of her muff. It was too much, she needed more room now. She rolled sideways and he fell like a rock, burying his shoulder in the mattress and then sprawling on his back beside her. She wiped her brow with her forearm and lay luxuriating in the mellow afterglow of their heated lovematch.
The girls still stared through the air-conditioning duct. They hadn't missed one second of the performance and their activity well demonstrated it. Both youngsters still applied their industrious fingers to their exposed organs-maybe Jerri and Rodney were finished, but they were not through by a long shot.
The neophyte masturbators had reached a point of diminishing returns with themselves and were succeeding only in prolonging the pleasurable sensations without any real chance of enjoying the kind of release that had apparently been shared by both persons they'd been watching.
The fact was that although both girls had indulged a few times in self-stimulation neither of them had ever experienced an orgasm. Karen had been amazed when she discovered Kathie playing with herself because she remembered that she'd never started doing any herself until she was eleven or twelve. She thought back and remembered several times when her genitals had felt awfully good while in a hot tub of water or maybe after one of those dreams she could never quite remember, but she was certain she'd never consciously touched herself there with her fingers as Kathie was doing.
At first it had been merely pleasant to touch herself in the forbidden place between her legs but during the past several months it had become deeply pleasurable to her even though she didn't do it all that often. She'd heard from a few older girl friends at school enough to make her aware of what might generally be expected. It seemed to her that sometime the groovy thing her friends called "coming" would happen to her.
Even though the ultimate thrill had thus far been denied her the torrid sex session she had just witnessed drove her closer to it than she had ever been, she believed. She slowed her manipulations of herself to a gentle, irregular touch and felt the excitement ebb away as gradually as it had come. When she looked at Kathie she saw that she, as well, had slowed the movements of her fingers inside the tender swelling of her tiny orifice. She was mystified by the way Kathie was bent over with her face as close as she could get it to the smooth, hairless little lips. She seemed to be examining her genitals more than playing with them.
"Does yours do like this?" she said abruptly, looking up suddenly and catching her sister's eye. Her guileless attitude made Karen feel guilty and embarrassed by comparison.
"Uh ... what do you mean, does mine do like what?" asked Karen with only a trace of impatience.
"Well, it feels real good to rub it but after a while it gets real dry, you know, till it kind of hurts unless I stop," Kathie replied matter of factly.
"Oh, well, that's just because-"
"You mean yours does the same thing?" Kathie broke in.
"No, but it did when I was your age." Karen's continual preoccupation with her developing body was once more exhibiting itself. It occurred to her that this was yet another way in which she was more, "grown-up" than Kathie, so she was delighted to explain.
"No, silly, mine's different. Yours will be too when you get as old as I am. See, what's wrong is that it's too dry. When you frig it, it feels good but it needs to be real wet to make it keep feeling good for a long time without hurting."
Although Karen's sexual excitement was gone, the dampness was still quite present on her genitals as well as on the fabric of the panties that covered them. Because she was still wet there it was very easy to answer Kathie's question. But she was naturally curious about Kathie's practice of the secret act. "How long have you been doing that, anyway? I didn't know you ever did things like that. You better not ever let Mom catch you at it"
"Oh, I learned how from seeing you do it." Karen gave a start, surprised and more than a little embarrassed. But Kathie continued, "I saw you fooling around once under your nightgown in bed when you didn't know I was watching. I just stayed real quiet and watched you till I found out just what you were doing, then I tried it on myself. I knew you'd be real mad if anybody saw you because Mom came up the stairs for something and when you heard her you stopped and didn't do it anymore."
It irritated Karen that Kathie had been spying on her, but there was hardly anything she could say under the circumstances. The little minx! The way she was talking, she must have been doing it to herself a lot. Probably even more often than she did.
A noise in the other room attracted their attention and they saw that Jerri and Rodney already had their clothes on and were going out the door. They hurriedly shifted things back to normal at their viewing post and ran back into their bedroom. Minutes later when Jerri opened the door to check on them, they were innocently watching their television set. Rodney was right beside her but she didn't introduce him to them. She told them to be good and not go running around the house, that she and Rodney were going out for a few minutes to get something to eat.
They nodded obediently and Karen gave them a big smile. Actually the smile was all for Rodney, but it wouldn't do to have Jerri know her intention. She remembered how groovy he looked in bed with her sister and how she wished several times while watching that she could have him doing things to her. And when Jerri opened the door, she was certain that Rodney had looked in and seen her even though Jerri hadn't bothered to introduce them. It just so happened that she was sitting in an awfully careless position and she knew that he could have seen a long ways up her loose-fitting dress with very little trouble. She smiled to herself and hoped he'd got a good look. Had he, she wondered? And if he had, did it give him, maybe, any ideas?
There was always Kenny, of course, her fourteen-year-old boyfriend. But all he'd ever tried to do to her was just kiss her a few times and she thought he was probably afraid to try more. If only he knew the things she was willing to let him try with her if he would just do it. She could hardly wait to put into action a lot of the things she'd seen Rodney and Jerri doing and to have someone make her feel the way Rodney made Jerri feel.
The night was filled with unspoken desires. At the restaurant where their mother was finishing dinner with Terry, the man was wondering just how frank he should be with her. He was completely dazzled by her good looks and a few years before he would have already been trying to get her in bed. But since the accident his sex life had undergone a radical change. He had learned from bitter experience that it wasn't every woman that could accept having a man make love to her with his mouth alone. He was only going to be in town for one week-end, should he risk revealing his secret?
Jane interrupted his train of thought. "The dinner was great," she told him. "If it weren't for having my daughter home from college and a whole houseful at home, I'd ask you by for coffee."
Terry told her she had to be kidding. "A daughter in college? Impossible!" He had said things like that before to women at one time or another but this time he really meant it.
She smiled modestly. She had already decided that Terry was good-looking. Now she was beginning to like him quite a lot.
He thanked her for the invitation she wasn't able to extend and told her if she could make it, he'd love to have her drop by where he was staying before taking her home. His cousin, the same friend of Jane's who had arranged their meeting, was away for the night. That's why they had been especially concerned about having someone for him to go out with. Before another hour had passed, he was parking the car in front of their house.
"See," he said to her, throwing open the door, "nobody around but us, Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," she responded, "after all those people in the restaurant, the quiet is a pleasant change from all the bustle. The food was great but there did seem to be quite a crowd there."
"What would you care for?" he asked her. When they sat down to drink the nightcap, he shifted his feet restlessly for a minute and then plunged on. He told her he knew of her husband's fairly recent death and offered his condolences. She thought it was awfully nice of him, but was afraid he'd think she were still grieving. When she explained her acceptance of his death and her new life without him, Terry nodded in warm approval.
He told her he hoped that because of her own personal troubles she might be able to understand one of his. They were already sitting close to each other on the couch. She was touched by his candor and said she didn't know why not, touching his wrist in understanding as she spoke. He turned his hand and grasped her forearm, pulled her gently toward him, and met her lips over the top of her drink. He took the glass from her hand, sat it on the table, and pulled her close.
When she didn't protest, he gripped her waist tightly and pressed his hard chest against the resilient bounty of her yielding breasts. The firm pressure made him anxious to have her torso naked before him and see what she looked like. Although he was completely impotent he had found that he could sometimes achieve climax even though his penis was soft.
But before he could go into detail about his problem she pulled back from him slightly and said, "Wait, Terry. I don't want you to think I'm not enjoying your company. I am. Maybe too much. But we ... we can't let ourselves be so-"
"Then you admit you're attracted to me! But don't you see? There's no problem then. Because I feel the same way about you. The minute I met you tonight I wondered where in the world my cousin found such a beautiful date for me," he gushed.
"But that's just it," she went on. "The ... the way we're making each other feel might make us allow each other too much."
"No, no," he rushed on. "Let me explain. You're probably worried about being with a man so soon after your husband died. You're probably thinking -let's be mature about it-that you don't want to let another man have you like your husband did, isn't that it? You'd feel bad about letting a man make love to you, about letting him enter you and consummate the relationship as he did with you?"
The sudden rush of new ideas stunned her. His very nearness to her started a physical response in her even though she didn't want to admit it. And the things he was saying were adding more to her anxiety. "I ... well, I don't know. I guess if you mean ... maybe I do feel a little bit that way but I can't-"
Her indecision was all he needed. He grabbed her close again and this time she felt his hand touch her in a place that made it difficult for her to think straight. Drawing her close to him again with his brawny left arm he dropped his right hand into her lap and began shamelessly caressing her there. He put his lips to her ear and whispered, "Relax, Jane, I can give you what you need without taking you. I can leave you intact and still give you the kind of love you need."
Now he was irrepressible. He saw the possibility of the only kind of love he was able to have and wasn't about to let the opportunity escape. In an instant he had urged her backward onto the couch and had his hand on her legs.
"Terry, Terry, what ... what are you doing? Please, I don't understand ... wait-" she faltered. But he wouldn't let her finish.
"Don't talk, Jane. No questions, please. You understand this, don't you?" He traced his thumb and forefinger up the inside of her panty hose and she moved her legs nervously. "And you understand this, don't you?" he pressed. He stuck his hand under the bottom of her blouse and she felt the warmth of his hand on her naked stomach. "You understand this," he insisted. His hand disappeared all the way underneath her skirt and still she felt his fingers. Now she felt herself opening her thighs, felt herself yielding. "And this!" he exclaimed.
And oh she did, she did. His aggressive fingers now busied themselves at the very apex of her long, slender legs. The only thing between his fingertips and the damp seat of her desire was a few millimeters of the mesh fabric of her all too thin panty hose crotch. She told herself this couldn't be happening but some hungry part of herself she didn't even want to lay claim to would have things no other way.
In some dim corner of her brain she imagined him jerking his pants off and burying a giant erection in the tight vee of her firm thighs. There was no way for her to know that something quite different was about to happen to her. She half rose on her elbows in a feeble attempt to loosen herself from his potent love grip. But when she reached toward him to make some sort of resistance, her hands somehow settled around his neck and only pulled him closer.
"Oh God, .you want it, don't you? You know what I can do for you with my face between your legs and you can't wait!" he gleefully rasped.
She started to speak. She started to answer him, she had to say something. But when she opened her mouth all she seemed able to make a few ineffectual mumbling noises amid short, breathy sighs.
"I know, honey," he mumbled, his mouth in the folds of her skirt. "You can feel it coming and you need it on your cunt. Don't worry, here I come with it!"
With that he rooted his nose around on the front of her skirt until he succeeded in gaining entry to the dark, humid interior of her clothing. His fingers were already at work on her mesh-encased genitals. When his hot breath filtered through the fine material of her panty hose she experienced a warm rush of blood through her veins. She knew he was bound to touch her soon with his mouth but she couldn't be sure when or where.
The warm, musky scent of her femininity wafted into his nostrils like an aphrodisiac. He pressed his finger into the humid confines of her hot orifice and with a crazed twisting motion of his neck he snapped his teeth together on the waistband of her panty hose. He jerked his hand back and with his teeth clenched tightly on the wispy undergarment, he reared back and ripped it all the way down to her knees. Diving over the remaining shreds of the fabric, he slid his face up her glistening inner thighs and planted his open mouth on the thick growth of her blondish muff. The wet touch sent a hot flash through her groin and she threw her legs open as wide as they could go. "Oooooh," she moaned.
With his free hand he loosened his pants and jockey shorts to midthigh. His penis, though not small, gave no indication of his passion. It hung from his pubic hair in a state of semisoftness. But what Jane couldn't see didn't bother her, and his intense oral attack on her sex made it completely impossible for her to rise even if she'd wanted to. She didn't. At first only the general form of his face could be felt by her. Then his ravaging mouth worked through the thick protective curls and he plastered his lips directly on the sweet open slit of her moist mound.
Now it dawned on her what he must have meant about his "problem." For some reason or rather he must be the kind of guy who prefers to- "unghhh." she groaned, loosening the thread of her thought as his wet lips worked on her pussy-but it didn't matter. The oral caress he was bestowing upon her heated organ was making much more sense to her than anything she could manage to piece together in her brain, anyway.
A few times when her late husband had been drunk he had made love to her like this and she had loved it. But she could never get him to do it any other time and she now realized something inside her had been wanting this to happen for a long time. He was driving her mad with the sensual, attentive touches of his lips and fingers. He crouched on his knees and went down on her like a gourmand at a holiday feast.
Terry added a new thrill. With drops of sweat coursing off his face, he lovingly stretched the skin back from the top of her aroused clitoris. The sensitive tip of the tiny organ glistened like a meaty pearl in the tight folds of her moist outer lips. Massaging the inner surfaces of her vulva with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he stretched the skin of her upper genitals tight with the other hand and generously applied the fat red end of his tongue to the wet flesh inside. With tantalizing stabs of his tongue he worked his way nearer and nearer to the exposed jewel.
Thus far she had only been able to moan softly and twitch her nervous thighs back and forth against his rugged face. But now she had to make herself heard. "Oh my God, touch it ... please touch it!" she cried.
He didn't answer her with words, only with the action of his mouth. She didn't expect him to speak to her; she didn't want him to speak. It would have meant precious seconds away from her warm, moisture-laden sex flesh.
"Oh, mouth it for me ... please, Terry, tongue it off for me. You're driving me crazy down there!"
The words she was uttering made her terribly embarrassed. She felt like the lowest kind of slut for saying such things but she was so excited she couldn't help it. Her face turned crimson from shame but it was already so flushed from the heat of her arousal that there was little change in her appearance.
Terry was receiving a tremendous thrill from her. She was obviously either a woman who dearly loved to have herself stimulated by a man's mouth or else one who had maybe never experienced such a thing before. He felt a spark of life in his penis. He knew it would be too much to expect to have it grow stiff, but maybe, just maybe ...
"That's it, oh yeah, that's it ... that's what I need," she crooned. His tongue was making little circles around and around the little organ and she could feel it graze her there as he worked in closer and closer. She was sure now that she was going to feel the tip of his tongue on her at any moment. She was humping her pelvis upward now, doing everything she could to affect the long-desired contact.
Her enthusiasm charged Terry with excitement. The spark of energy in his penis flickered a little brighter. By God, I'm gonna make it, he thought to himself, I can feel it now for sure. I may not be able to get a good enough hard-on to cram up her cunt but I can sure as hell get it up enough to shoot my wad.
He was ecstatic at what was happening to him and was determined to give Jane abundant satisfaction. He began exhaling short bursts of hot air onto her clitoris as he traced a trail round and round it with his tongue. If she had ever thought anything unusual about the fact that he wasn't using his penis on her, any such thoughts had completely vanished by now. His tongue was pleasing her so much that she intuitively knew she was going to be able to reach her orgasm.
It was true that she'd let Harry get her awfully excited the night she was with him. But when his premature ejaculation ended things a little too soon, she fell short of gaining her release even though she pretended to be so drunk it didn't matter. Now, with Terry, she joyfully realized it was impossible for her to have any such thing happen. His tongue would hardly go limp and give out on her, that was for sure. And the way it was madly moving inside her vulva, she wouldn't miss at all the spurt of sperm a penis could provide.
"Go on, lover. Lick it good for me!" she squealed. "Tongue it like a bastard, lick it good for me!" she squealed, "Tongue it like a bastard, lick it till I'm dry!"
He at last raised the spongy tip of his tongue from the tender flesh at the base of the organ and applied it to the sensitive spot itself. He felt her wrench her pelvis spasmodically, quivering her thighs and shaking her rear under the intense excitement.
"Oooooooh ... oooh ... oh," she wailed. "That's doing it, that's doing it ... oh my God, that's doing it! That's the way to lick it! Oh my God, I'm coming ... I'm co-co-coming ... aiiii!"
She flapped her wet, slick inner thighs back and forth against his ears like a set of seal flippers and he knew she must be getting every ounce of satisfaction she could from him. It was then that his afflicted member strutted for a brief second and experienced a climax. A few drops of spermatozoa dribbled from his glans in mute testimony to the infrequent achievement.
He was so filled with gratitude at the cooperation she had given him that he kept his face glued to her organs for much longer than she would ever have anticipated. In fact Jane began to feel the stirring of a completely new arousal because of it. By this time, however, several minutes had passed. The primitive part of her mind, the dark little corner responsible for the strong sex desires she couldn't usually handle, had been temporarily satisfied.
Now she was much more clearheaded than she had been at any time during their love bout. It was depraved, she thought, to ever have let herself get so carried away. The shame she felt from what she'd let him do to her and the obscenities she had uttered to egg him on were more than enough to suppress the new warmth that was building up. The more she thought about it the more she hated to have him raise his head from her loins and meet her eyes. She really must exercise a lot more control over herself in the future.
Terry was not entirely free of a few misgivings himself. The promise of getting what he was so seldom able to find had made him a little more aggressive than he liked to remember. Not to mention his hang-up with impotence and his total inability to engage in normal sex. Had she noticed his limp excuse for a penis, he wondered? Had she thought he was a crazy animal for using his mouth on her and not even being able to get a proper erection? How was it going to be when he had to face her again? He was not, after all, presently situated in the most decorous posture with respect to their position on the couch.
Accordingly, they both behaved with exceeding humility if not with downright guilty consciences. In other circumstances their actions might have been laughable.
"Ah ... Terry, I guess-" she finally began.
He extracted his face from her crotch with as much dignity as he could muster and slowly drew himself backward. Somehow his eyes discovered articles of incredible interest on the other side of the room and he concentrated on them and continued turning sideways as he spoke.
"Yes, Jane," he weakly replied. "I suppose we'd better-"
He risked a furtive glance in her direction and when their eyes met they both nervously said, "It's getting pretty late, I guess we'd better go."
Chancing to say the same banal words to each other filled them both with chagrin and they each gave a nervous laugh. Then Terry stood up and walked away from the couch. He got exactly one step away, then fell forward like a brick. He was in no frame of mind to remember that he had neglected to pull his pants up.
Jane earnestly wished at the moment that she had gone to the club meeting she'd originally planned to attend that night. Or that she was home arguing with daughters. Or even that she was back in the front seat of Harry's car with her brain full of alcohol and her ears filled with his drunken prattle. Anywhere but here.
But Terry handled things rather well, actually. He remembered to buckle his belt so that his pants wouldn't fall off a second time. He broke only one of the wine glasses they had used, and he managed to affect an air of pure detachment as Jane went about collecting the remains of her panty hose from the couch, floor, and coffee-table. As soon as she had rolled the filmy pieces into a ball and stuffed it deep into her purse, and after Terry had removed from his shoes all the loose change that had fallen there, they were ready to leave.
Somehow they arrived at Jane's house with a minimum of conversation and within two minutes he was driving away. It was well past midnight by this time and Jane was definitely ready for bed. She stopped in the living room and looked around the house. It was good to be back home again, back where the most exciting thing that ever happened was when her daughter came home from school to visit or one of the younger girls stayed awake a little too late. She had been spared, of course, any knowledge of the diverse activities that had taken place there that very night.
After a hot shower she was fully ready for sleep. It was so late that Jerri was even home, she noted. As she drifted off to sleep she couldn't help but feel much better about the time she had spent with Terry. Sure had been a lot of embarrassing incidents, but looking back on the whole evening, it didn't seem nearly so bad. Although she didn't want to dwell too much on it, she had to admit to herself that the night had been a far cry from the night when Harry had tried to seduce her and left her all frustrated from the aborted attempt.
After all, when she came home from being with Harry she had been tense and unable to go to sleep until-well, until the dream she'd had. She would rather not recall that with too much detail. But tonight she felt completely different. She had to face facts. Terry's lovemaking had been wonderfully satisfying for her. The warm lassitude that permeated her body gave ample proof of that. She was quick to remind herself that she definitely shouldn't have let herself get into such an immoral situation. But as for the way it had felt to her ... well that was an entirely different matter. Entirely different. She drifted away to sleep and there were no dreams.
Kathie and Karen were the first ones up the next morning because they had gone to sleep hours before either Jerri or their mother. The incidents surrounding their secret spying on Rodney and Jerri seemed to have created a bit of camaraderie between them. At least they weren't arguing with each other as much as usual.
Watching their sister and her boyfriend make love had been very exciting in itself. But the discoveries they had made about each other and the confidences they'd exchanged about the forbidden practice of masturbation had created something of a common bond. One way to think of it was that they were both guilty of something they didn't dare let their mother know. Kathie, of course, was still pretty jealous of Karen's slightly advanced age and her superior physical development. And Karen was still awfully proud of the "grown-up" attributes she possessed that Kathie still lacked. She was also still somewhat resentful of how Kathie always seemed to be meddling in her business and couldn't keep her mouth shut. Yet the pair were considerably chummier than before, in spite of their differences. When Jane finally woke up and got dressed she was pleasantly surprised not to hear them yelling at each other. Jerri soon joined them and breakfast was long and enjoyable.
It seemed to Karen a good time to get her mother's permission for something that had been brewing in her mind for a while. "Mom," she asked, "can Kenny come over some night and study with me? We're in the same class and he's a real brain in match. He said he'd come help me with my homework sometime if he could."
"Well, well," chided Jerri. "Looks like you have a new boyfriend. I thought the kid that was waving at you the other day when you and Kathie were riding your bicycles was your boyfriend."
"Naw," Karen said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. "He's creepy. I never did like him. But Kenny isn't my boyfriend either. He just wants to study with me. Honest."
"From the way your grades were on the last report card you sure can use some help," said Jane.
Jerri winked broadly at Karen. "Looks like you're in, Sis," she said.
Karen felt her cheeks get a little rosy. Her real reason for wanting to have Kenny over was nothing she could talk about. And the way Jerri acted about it, although she was just kidding, was far too close to the truth to be comfortable.
"Well, I suppose you can have him over sometime," said Jane. "But if you start raising a ruckus like you and Kathie usually do then I'll have to have him go home."
"Oh. we won't," she assured. "Not if we can study up in my room where nobody'll bother us." She cast a sidelong glance at Kathie. "I'm not the only one around here that makes noise, you know," she said acidly. "If everybody'll leave us alone and let us study, we sure won't be the ones to make any noise."
But Kathie already had a gripe. "Your room?" she shrilled. "It's our room together, not just yours."
Karen backed down a little. "I know it is," she admitted. "I didn't mean it that way."
"You wouldn't mind staying out of the room for a couple of hours or so while they do their studying, would you, Kathie?" asked their mother.
Karen's half-apology had cooled her down some. "I guess not," Kathie said. "If I can do the same thing sometime."
"Then it's okay," Jane told Karen. "Just as long as you tell me ahead of time which night you want him to come."
"My my," interjected Jerri. She smiled at Kathie and said, "Do you have a boyfriend that you want to have over some night too?"
"Well, not really. There are some boys at school that have asked me to be their girlfriend though," she responded.
Karen looked at her with an air of condescension as if to say that one one her age could possibly have a boyfriend.
"But I might have a girl friend over sometime to study with me or something," she went on, ignoring Karen's disdainful look.
"Speaking of boyfriends, when do we get to see a little more of Rodney, Jerri?" asked Jane. "Your sisters haven't even met him yet. You certainly have been seeing enough of him. You must like him quite a bit. How about it?"
"Oh, he's pretty nice but there's no big thing between us. We both date other people a lot when we're back at school. I'm not about to get married or anything if that's what you're driving at, Mom. We just enjoy each other's company-actually we just have a very casual relationship."
The girls had been listening attentively ever since Rodney's name had come up. At this point they gave each other a meaningful look and a quick grin. But Kathie couldn't carry it off. She started to giggle and in a desperate attempt to keep from it, she slapped her hand over her mouth and blew out a great gust of air.
"What's wrong with you?" asked Jane, as everyone turned their eyes on the girl.
"A grapefruit seed, Mom," she lied. "It got stuck. Sorry."
The phone rang. Jane picked up the kitchen extension and turned to Karen with a puzzled smile. "It's for you, dear. Know anybody named Kenny?"
CHAPTER FOUR
Karen was obviously pleased at having Kenny call her even though she tried to hide it. "I'll take it upstairs," she coolly answered, affecting her most disinterested tone of voice.
"Hi, Kenny," she said. "If you called about studying together like we were talking about the other day, you almost blew it. I was going to find out first if I could and then tell you, remember?"
"Oh. Sorry. Well, do you know yet? Can we study together at your house?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied. "And guess what-we get to study up in my room with no little pests around. Groovy, huh?"
Since Kenny was a year older and a year ahead of Karen in school, she considered him older and more of a catch than any boy in her own class. She considered it something of an honor to have him show any interest in her and wanted to make sure she was the equal of any girl in his own class. She gave him a date a few nights away and he said he could make it. Since he still hadn't shown the kind of enthusiasm she expected about her special arrangement to study together in the privacy of her upstairs room, she thought maybe she'd better make things more emphatic. She knew she was cute enough to beat out some of his other girl friends but she wanted to let him know she was capable of doing something about it if she took a notion, too.
"Kenny," she purred, her voice as sexy as she could make it. "Nobody else is on the line. You can say anything you want to."
He took her lead. "Okay," he answered. "When I come over to study with you do we have to spend all our time with the books?"
It was something exactly like she hoped he would say. Now it was her turn.
"No, silly. Not at all. Not as long as my mom thinks that's what we're doing," she said. "There might be a lot of things we could do. I guess you already have some ideas about that. I may surprise you though. I have some ideas myself."
He gave a little laugh. "Yeah? Great! Listen, do you think you'll be wearing the blouse I saw you in the other day when I went past your house and you waved at me from your patio? It really does things for you. If you know what I mean."
She giggled. "I think I know what you mean," she told him. "I won't tell you for certain. Wait and find out for yourself when you come over. Okay?"
"Okay. But I hope you do," he said.
"You'll see," she replied.
After she hung up she went to her room and got the blouse. It gave her a big thrill to find out he'd remembered what it looked like. She held it up to herself in the mirror. It was no wonder he wanted her to wear it. It wasn't the clingy kind that let a guy see a girl's boobies like the tie-dye tee-shirts her big sister wore. But in its own way it was even better. It had huge sleeves that fit onto the bodice with big armholes. If someone was standing just right they could see all the way inside and get a nice look at the boobies with nothing on them but the bra.
He must have really been looking at her close if he noticed how it was made, she thought. With a mixture of embarrassment and pride, she suddenly wondered if he might have seen into the armholes as he rode by. It was mostly pride she experienced. She spent a lot of time every night looking in the mirror after she took her bath and she was convinced her boobies were as good as any girl's in her class. Kenny had probably been inside a few girls' bras before, she thought, but she believed her boobies measured up well with the competition unless the girl was quite a bit older and had real big ones.
It gave her a charge to think of having Kenny sneaking peeks inside her blouse while they were in her room. She knew darned well her nipples would get hard if he did. They always did when things like that happened. But her bra would cover them, so he couldn't tell if they got hard or not.
She did a little pirouette in front of the mirror, allowing the peasant skirt she wore to flare high up over her knees and give a fleeting glance of her underpants. What would Kenny think if he ever got to see that, she mused. She stood in front of the mirror and carefully pulled the hem up until it stopped just short of her crotch. It wouldn't be vain of her to say that she had pretty legs, she decided. They were long for her frame, with cutely rounded knees and slender, well-contoured thighs and calves. And it wasn't just her own opinion either. Lots of times on the street she would catch men looking at her legs as she walked. Not just boys her age-many were grown-ups, the kind of men who like to look at an adult lady's legs and wouldn't bother to look at the legs of a girl her age unless they were pretty special.
She hung the blouse back up and went downstairs. Jane and Jerri were gone to town and only Kathie was there. She was watching television so she took advantage of the situation and returned to her room. It wasn't often she took a nap during the day, but today she felt like just that. With Kathie occupied in the living room maybe she could get some sleep.
She stripped off her clothes and started to yank on her nightgown when she realized how silly it was. It was only because she was used to wearing it at night, and her mother had always told her it was unladylike to sleep in nothing but your underclothes. She climbed into bed in just her panties and bra. Actually she would been more comfortable without the bra, but it was so new to her and she was so happy about finally having something to fill one that she always slept in it.
She shook her hair out and burrowed her head into the pillow. It sure was nice to be between a pair of cool, clean sheets. That made her remember how Jerri and Rodney had talked so much about getting under the sheets and then wound up making love on top of the bedspread and never waiting till they were under the sheets at all. In her mind's eye she could see them getting undressed and running their hands over each other.
The memory of Rodney's muscular body stuck in her mind like a billboard. It would have been fun just to get to see him naked, with his wide shoulders and his thick, man-size penis like she'd never seen before. But the things he did to her big sister-wow! She had decided right then and there that she wasn't going to let herself miss out on such things just because she was a little young- She was old enough to have boobies, wasn't she? She lay in bed on her back and ran her fingers up her stomach to her bra. She inserted a couple under the cup of the right-hand side and then the left-hand side. They were there all right, as smooth and firm as ever.
She knew darned well plenty of boys would want to see them if they could. And touch them, too. It was true that she wasn't able yet to have an orgasm, but she thought she'd undoubtedly get the knack of it soon. And until she did, she was willing to consider letting a boy stick in his rod and give her the business anyway. Even if she couldn't quite have a climax she was sure that the feeling would still be well worth the effort.
After massaging her tightly brassiered young breasts for a while she turned onto her side and let her hand drop between her legs. She honestly meant to take a nice long nap at the time she crawled into bed. But letting herself think again about Rodney and her sister had made her a little warm inside her panties. It felt so good playing with herself the night she watched them that she wondered why she didn't fool around with herself a lot more often. She rubbed her hand slowly up and down the front of the thin undergarment and luxuriated in the way the warmth increased and spread through the tender flesh of her organs.
For once, Kathie was out of the room. Why not treat herself to a nice little interlude of finger play? It wasn't that often she got to be alone. She smiled to herself and thought about what might happen when Kenny came to visit. As she thought of him she worked her forefinger inside the leg-band of her panties. She wondered if he had ever gone all the way with a girl. She also spent a long time trying to imagine what his penis might look like. It probably was much smaller than Rodney's, she reasoned, but so what? Rodney was much older. She thought of how it would be to remove the thing from his fly like she'd seen Jerri do with Rodney. Whatever its size, she sure would like to put her hands inside his pants and frig it for him.
She squirmed her hand farther into her panties until she had all five fingers there. For a few minutes she toyed with herself without going inside the moist, pouting lips. But she soon nee led a lot more love at the site. There wasn't room to move. She went ahead and stripped the panties down to her knees she she could have full access to her organs.
For along time she lay stroking herself, slowly at first and then faster and faster. It was beautiful to use her hands on herself like she was doing, and she brought herself to a state of excitement almost as high as when she was watching her sister and boyfriend. She kept it up for several minutes but she could never get any closer than before to the magic place she knew existed. After nearly a hour of lying in bed without going to sleep, she finally dozed off.
But there was something new about the way she slept. Instead of having the warm, pleasant feeling go away like it used to when she was younger, her genitals remained excited. She was getting older now and her sex desires were increasing. Because of the trace of passion left in her loins she dozed off to sleep with her fingers still placed gingerly between her legs. And because she had become overheated from all her activity underneath the covers, she pushed them aside and lay with only her feet and part of one leg covered up.
That's exactly the way Kathie found her when she walked into their room a half hour later. She had a big book under her arm and was dying to show Karen some pictures in it. It surprised her very much to find her asleep. Besides that, Kathie was stopped by her position-covers barely covering her body, panties down to her knees, and last but not least, her hand plainly touching her naked genitals. Karen had a family reputation for being a sound sleeper. Kathie decided to take advantage of it.
The book she had with her was an old volume she'd found in some of their father's things still left in the attic. It was musty and faded but a few pictures in it had immediately caught Kathie's eye. Some Asian temples were pictured and on two of them there were giant sculptings that showed naked women with their arms around each other. One even showed two young women quite plainly fondling each other's exposed genitals. Kathie was going to show it to Karen and ask if she had ever heard of two girls doing such a thing to each other. Well, it was her tough luck not to be awake so she could see them, she decided. And coming upon her sister's sleeping form had given her a better idea anyway.
She shook the bed hard to make sure Karen wasn't just catnapping. Just as she thought. Not the slightest move. Ever since they had masturbated in front of each other that night Kathie had been awfully curious about a few things. If Rodney and her big sister Jerri could make each other "come," as Karen called it, why couldn't she or Karen manage to do it alone? The picture gave her the idea for a way to do it. Maybe two girls could do things to each other, sort of like a man and woman did together.
And another thing. Why didn't she have a cunny that got wet after being played with for a while, like Karen's did? She didn't quite believe what her sister had told her-that it was just a matter of a girl's age. She didn't see how there could be that much difference between her arid Karen. Kathie had finally gotten the notion that maybe if she rubbed a little of Karen's "cunny wetness" on her own small organs she might be able to play with herself for a long time like Karen was able to do.
Gee, this is going to be fun, she thought, to herself as she sat down on the bed beside her sister. She raised Karen's hand from its position between her thighs and it flopped on the bed like she was dead. Good ... still no sign of waking up. Kathie looked at the pictures in the book. She was wearing jeans, so she lowered the top and unzipped them to get at her sex. Then she took Karen's limp hand and moved it toward her naked pelvis.
Wonder what it'll feel like to have my cunny touched by a girl's hand? she mused. She laid Karen's lifeless hand oil her naked V. If the youngster had stopped there maybe things would have been all right. But when she put her hand on Karen's genitals, it was going too far. Even she didn't sleep so deeply that she wouldn't stir when someone put their hand there in that sensitive region. She groggily rubbed her eyes and shifted around on the bed. The movement scared Kathie and she dashed for the door but Karen managed to awaken herself too soon for her to escape. She sat up and yanked her panties up where they belonged, then jerked the bed covers over her seminaked body.
She yelled at Kathie and asked her what was going on. When she asked if she touched her just before she woke up, Kathie confessed. Then she grabbed the book, showed Karen the pictures, and explained her idea about trying to see if two girls could make each other come by frigging each other. Karen was irate, in spite of all Kathie's protests, and told her, "Only queers do stuff like that. Is that what you want to be, dummy-an old queer?"
The word didn't mean much to Kathie, so it went in one ear and out the other. But it was obvious Karen was completely opposed to the idea. She showed her the book again and told Karen, "But look, these statues are doing things with each other. Statues can't be 'queer,' can they?"
Karen said she didn't care what kind of pictures she had found; people who fooled around like that with others of the same sex were queers. Kathie left the bedroom and decided not to talk about it anymore. She had her own ideas and she didn't think Karen knew much more than she did about such things. But she knew better than to include her sister in any future experiments. After she was gone, Karen lay in bed and thought about what happened. She wasn't absolutely sure about what she had told Kathie, but that's what she'd heard around school. And in any case she didn't want her dumb little sister to think she knew more about something that she did. But then she remembered how it felt to wake up with Kathie's hand between her thighs. Gee, to tell the truth, it really had felt good. Hmmmm. She didn't know quite what to make of that.
She was planning to go back to sleep now that she was rid of her little sister again but the phone rang. She knew her mother and older sister were still out of the house and when it rang the fourth time she realized Kathie must be out in the yard or someplace and she'd have to answer it herself. She hopped out of bed and dashed through the hall in her panties and bra. She knew her mother would have yelled at her for running around outside her room with nothing on but her underwear but she was angry for -having to answer it and didn't care what she wore. It was probably Jerri or her mother calling home for something. But when she said hello, a man's voice came over the wire.
"Well, hello there," he cheerily said in a low, strong masculine voice. "Your mother home?"
When Karen replied that she wasn't, he said quickly, "That's okay, sugar, wait a minute. Don't hang up yet. You'll do. You must be one of her daughters, right? How old are you?"
She thought it was strange for him to ask her that instead of her name, but she told him anyway. She kept trying to think who it might be and when he didn't identify himself she asked who was calling. He said his name was Mister Smith and he was making a survey for a women's clothing company. At the mention of clothes, Karen's attention was immediately captured.
"Could I answer the questions for your survey, Mister Smith?" she asked. "I'm not a grown lady yet so I don't wear fashion clothes or anything like that but you said I'd do if my mother wasn't here."
She didn't know it but her youth and gullibility made her much more desirable to answer questions for the man's "survey" than her mother. But seeing that she was so enthusiastic about it, he played her along and took advantage of her interest. "I guess I might be able to use a girl as young as you in my survey," he teasingly said. "But it's designed for women mainly. You might not know how to-"
"No, I can do it!" she broke in. "I'm real mature for my age. I know lots about clothes and stuff."
"Actually you don't need to know too much about fashion and clothes in general," he said. "This is more of a personal survey ... you know, about you as an individual. That's why surveys are taken."
"That's okay," she volunteered. "I can do that too. Hang on a sec, will you? I'm freezing. I was taking a nap when you called and I don't have many clothes on. Back in a jiffy!"
She dashed to her bedroom and tossed a dressing gown over her shoulders. This is going to be fun, she thought to herself. Wait till I tell the kids at school I was in a survey like they have in magazines and stuff. At the phone again, she breathlessly told him she was back, to go ahead with the survey.
"You said something about being cold before you left the phone just now," he said. "What did you mean by that? You said you didn't have many clothes on-what were you wearing?"
She gave a little laugh. "Just my underwear. I told you I'd been taking a nap when you called. I had to run throw something on."
If she had been listening very close she could have heard the man take a deep breath. His voice became thicker.
"Tell me what it looks like. What kind of gown did you put on?" he asked, homing in on her.
"Just a little white lacy thing," she replied. "You know, the kind girls wear in the bedroom. Why?"
"Part of the survey is what you happen to be wearing at the time of the call," he explained. "There'll be lots of questions I need to ask you. I can't stop to explain why each time. NOW what does your dressing gown look like? You said it was white and lacy. How does it fit?"
He sounded a little irritated, she thought. It was silly of her to ask why. She'd better just answer his questions and not ask any more herself. She might blow it.
"Oh, it's knee length and has short sleeves," she replied, hoping to answer well enough to get back in his favor. "It's got a drawstring front and is made out of some kind of gauzy, thin material. It has a few flowers embroidered on it and fits me real loose."
"Hmmm ... yes," he muttered, purposely pausing as though taking notes as she spoke. In actual fact the man was simply sitting in his bedroom with his pants half off and his hand in his lap. "And your underwear," he went on. "You said all you had on at first was your underwear. Exactly what kind of underwear?"
"Well, just my panties and bra. You know. Let's see," she said, pausing to look down, "my panties are light blue, just the regular kind. And my bra is white. I didn't even know what color my panties were until I looked down at them. Isn't that silly? You know, you get used to what you're wearing and you forget things like what color they are. Especially your undies."
Before he could respond, she noticed something that she feared might be to her discredit, and hastened to amplify on what she'd said. "I know my bra doesn't match my panties. The color, I mean. But sometimes if I'm just around the house I just wear any old color. If I was going out-even just to school or something-I'd either wear a pair of white panties to match my bra or a blue bra to match my panties. Maybe not a light blue bra. I don't know if I have one that's the very same shade. But a-"
"Yes," he said huskily, "yes, I'm sure ... now about your bra. You said you were thirteen, didn't you? There are many girls your age who don't wear a bra yet. Would you say you're pretty mature for your age ... I mean, physically mature? How long have you been wearing a bra, if you don't mind my asking?"
She didn't mind at all. Now he was in an area where she could show off. And somehow it was strangely exciting to her to be talking about things like this to a man. If he'd been there in person she might have been embarrassed, but this was different.
"I think you could say I'm pretty mature for my age, yeah," she said, her chest puffing out. "I've been wearing a bra for almost a year now. I was the first girl in my class to start wearing one for real. A couple of my friends wore them before they really needed it, you know, just to impress the boys. They must have put tissue paper in there or something. I was the first one that had anything on my chest to really truly fill a bra, though. Is that what you mean?"
"Yes ... yes, that's it," he said. "And when you said 'really truly fill a bra' you meant that your ... that your breasts had grown large enough to need support ... right?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Large enough. I don't know about the 'support' thing, though. I mean, they don't sag or anything. They stick right out in front. Man, if I didn't wear a bra you could see my nips pooching out through all my blouses."
"Your ... your 'nips'?" questioned the man.
She giggled. "My nipples, you know."
"Yes, yes," he said. "The nipples on your breasts. Or do you call them that? What do you and your friends call them?"
A little laugh. "Oh, just 'titties' I guess. I never thought about it before. Or 'ninnies' That's what my little sister calls them and sometimes I do too. Or if they're real big, like on a really stacked lady, maybe tits' or 'knockers' or 'jugs' I don't know."
"And right now the only thing you're wearing is the little dressing gown and your panties and bra?" he said. His voice was real funny, she thought, and he was talking faster.
"Yeah," she reconfirmed, "that's all. But jeez, nobody can see me. I'm upstairs in the hall by my bedroom."
"Listen, sugar, you've been very helpful to me," he said to her, "very helpful, indeed."
"But we haven't talked much about clothes yet, you're not through interviewing me yet, are you?" she inquired petulantly.
"Almost," he answered, his voice sounding gruff and wheezy. "I'm almost through. Listen, are you sitting down or standing up? What position are you in?"
"I'm just just sitting here on the table with one leg swung over the side and the other under my arm," she innocently replied. "My knee is under my arm and I'm holding the phone with my other arm. You know, just normal."
"And your underwear," he went on. "Are your panties and bra visible or does your dressing down cover them up?"
She was puzzled, but also a little excited at his interest in her. "The front of my gown's open, so you can see my panties real easy. I mean if anybody was here, they could see them-nobody is, of course! And the gown's real thin; you can see right through it. So my blue bra's easy to see too."
"Yeah?" he said. "It is, huh?"
His voice was shaky now, and she could make some kind of rhythmic little noise in the background. Something really weird was going on, she felt, even though she didn't quite know what it was.
"Well, let me tell you something, sugar. Let me tell you what I'd like to do for you for being so helpful with my little interview. You're on that end of the line and I'm on this end, so I can't really do this, you understand. But this is what I'd like to do if I could," he continued. His voice was deep and gravelly now, and Karen could hear his breath coming faster and faster.
"If I was at your house," he told her, "I'd like to come up there in that hall and see you sitting there all sweet and pretty in that thin gown you're wearing. I'd like to take it off and get you down to your underwear again. But I wouldn't stop there. I'd take that bra off and let those fine little tits of yours pop out, and I'd strip them panties off your ass and I'd slide 'em off your legs and get you naked as the day you was born."
She couldn't believe he was saying things like that to her, but she seemed charmed somehow, like a bird before a snake, and she couldn't hang up the phone even though she knew the things he said were terribly nasty and dirty and that her mother would paddle her bottom if she could know.
"I'd throw them undies of yours down the stairs and I'd take you off that table and lay you down on the carpet. I'd get a nice handful of those tits and I'd spread your legs and make you open up so I could see every hair on your little cunt. How would you like that, sweetheart, huh? Then I'd open my fly and give you a look at something big and hard, baby, and I'd stoop down and give you a kiss on the lips and then I'd shove my prick into your mouth and make you suck it.
"I'd stick my fingers between your legs and feel up your pussy hairs for a few minutes while you sucked me off, then I'd rub your pussy lips till you got hot as a little bitch. And believe me, baby, you would! Then I'd put you down on your back and I'd fit the head of my cock in that sweet little hole of yours and I'd-"
His breath was coming in great torrents now and she was so caught up in the things he was saying that she interrupted him, her voice nervous and excited.
"My gosh, mister," she exclaimed, "Then what would you do to me, huh? Then what would you do?"
"You hot little slut, you wanna know, don't you? You wanna know!" He was now barely intelligible and the little splat splat splat sound was coming over the phone faster and faster. "I'd slip your legs around mine and I'd push my big prick down into your little cunt, that's what I'd do. I'd hunch it up your hole and show you what it feels like to be fucked, sugar, do you hear? Fucked! I'd pound your little pussy with my cock and I'd squeeze those little tits and I'd give you a nice good fucking, I'd ... oh, God, I'd ... I'd fuck your little cunt till you cried for more ... I'd fuck you, baby , ... fuck, fuck, fuck ... you hear me fuck your cunt till I ... oh my God, till I ... oh ... oh ... ahhhhh!"
Karen heard a noise that sounded like the phone banging onto the floor. "Hello?" she said. "Hello, hello? Hey, are you still-" She stopped herself and came back to her senses. The spell created by hearing the man's dirty words was broken. She put the phone into its cradle and looked around her nervously. Good. Still nobody around.
All she had been doing was just listening to him, yet she felt guilty somehow and afraid someone might know what he'd been saying to her. It was a good thing Kathie wasn't around eavesdropping. She went to the bedroom and put on her clothes. As she slipped her skirt on over her smooth, slender legs she noticed that her panties were damp between the thighs. Gee, she thought to herself, I guess listening to all that sexy stuff kinda got me hot some.
She dashed into the bathroom, skinned her panties down, and tossed them into the clothes hamper, then got a clean pair from the chest of drawers. She yanked a handful of toilet tissue off the spindle and held it under the tap, then spread her legs and dabbed herself with it. She ran it all over her vulva and even stuck it down into her vagina a little, letting the water mop up all traces of the moisture caused by her excitement. Then she took another handful, soaked it with especially cold water under the tap, and gave her genitals a final going over.
"Eeek," she cried. The water was awfully cold and gave a quite a shock to her warm organs. Soon, however, the arousal she had felt was gone and she was glad to be free again. She intuitively knew that if she hadn't done something it would have become so hot between her legs that she would have had to masturbate herself. Fresh and clean again, she went downstairs.
She wondered who the man on the phone had been and how he knew their number. By that time she had realized that he was a phony and that his story about being an interviewer for some survey was nothing but malarkey. She still felt a little guilty and embarrassed about letting him fool her into listening to him. But while it was going on, the conversation had been groovy!
Her mother and sister pulled in the driveway. On their way into the house her mother was talking loud and when they reached the patio Karen could hear what it was all about.
"I was never so embarrassed in my life," said Jane, looking reproachfully at Jerri.
"Oh, Mom, really," said Jerri. "It wasn't as bad as all .that. So I just met the guy, so what? Would it be any different if we had been formally introduced? It's old hat to insist on that nowadays. Nobody does that anymore ... guys and girls just meet wherever they find one another. And if something clicks, there's nothing wrong with the guy asking her if he can see her again."
"That's not what I mean," Jane said. "It was how you met him that was so embarrassing to me. And if you had any self-respect, it would have embarrassed you, too."
"Is it so bad he works at a gas station and that he happened to strike up a conversation with me while you were getting gas? That's awfully snobbish of you, Mom."
"I don't mean the place you met or the fact that he works at the station, Jerri. You know what I mean-the thing that attracted him to you and made him start talking to you in the first place. It's bad enough when you go around the house without your bra and when you go out on the street that way it's even worse. I told you the other morning that it was your affair what you wear. But when you're out with your own mother it looks like you would have the decency to think how she feels about men ogling my daughter's breasts," she said.
"Oh, Mom, he didn't just start talking to me because I wasn't wearing a bra. There were plenty of other chicks around the same way if you'd just have noticed them. It just happened, that's all. He just noticed me sitting there alone while you were in the ladies' room and started chatting with me while he washed off the windshield, that's all," she countered.
The two of them had walked into the house now and were setting down their packages. Jane had cooled off a little but she still wasn't willing to let the subject drop.
"You can't fool me. And he can't, either. I saw him staring at your chest as I walked away from the car. Maybe he soft-soaped you into thinking he's madly in love with you, but I'll bet you he wouldn't have been so friendly if your boobs hadn't been bouncing around quite so much. All he's thinking about is getting your clothes off and getting his hands on them, mark my word," she finished.
Karen was sitting on the couch within easy earshot and heard every word but when Jane spotted her and realized she might have heard them talking, she pretended ignorance. When Jane spoke to her she failed to answer at first. Finally she said, "Sorry, Mom, I was reading this magazine. I'm really into this article about the rock festival. What did you say?"
Jane was relieved. "Nothing, dear," she answered. "Nothing important. Your sister and I were just having a little talk as we came in the door, but it needn't concern you."
By dinner that night the spat had blown over. Two nights later, after the dinner dishes had been washed, Jerri showered and got ready to go out with the boy she'd met at the filling station. As she said good-bye to her mother, she asked a favor. "Mom, if Rodney should happen to call or come by tonight, tell him I'm with one of my girl friends, will you? He's been out of town for a few days and is due back tonight. We sort of halfway planned to see each other tonight but it wasn't really definite, so I'm going out with the other guy."
At first Jane said she certainly would not give the poor boy any such message. She wasn't going to lie for her, she said. She'd have to take the responsibility for any "halfway plans" herself and not try to have her mother help her. Finally she said that if he called for Jerri, she'd at least not tell him where she really was even though she wouldn't say she was with a girl friend. Jerri decided that was the best she could hope for and left for the date.
The girls knew what was happening and watched her from their bedroom window. They thought it was smart of her to have so many boys interested in her and wished they were the same.
"Think Rodney will call her tonight?" asked Kathie.
"Maybe," said Karen. "From what Jerri said to Mom, he might even come by."
Kathie sat on the bed dreamy-eyed. "Wow, remember what it was like the last time he was at our house?" she said.
"How could I forget!" exclaimed Karen. "I just wish he would come over. Since Jerri's gone, maybe he'd have some time for me."
Kathie grinned. "Wouldn't that be groovy? I sure do wish he'd do some of the stuff with us that he did with her the night we peeked at them."
Karen laughed scornfully. "What do you mean 'us'? He might want to do it with me, maybe, but not you. You're not old enough. You don't even have your own boyfriend yet, much less being ready to take on anybody else's."
"I could if I wanted to!" exclaimed the youngster. "Besides, if Rodney would do anything with you, I bet he would with me too. You think you're so smart just because of your big fat ninnies. That's not all guys like about a girl. I bet I know some things to do that would make him dig me."
"Maybe," admitted Karen. "But I've already got a head start. Did you see the way he looked at me the other night when Jerri and he stopped by our room on their way out? I know he noticed me. And I think he liked me. I could tell by the way he looked at me."
"Yeah, I saw him look," replied Kathie, "but it was just because you were showing off your butt. I saw the way you had your gown pulled up till he could see almost to your cunny!"
Karen denied it! "I did not," she lied. "That's not why he noticed me at all. You're just jealous. Oh well, I don't know what we're arguing for. We're probably both too young for him. Or at least he probably thinks we are. He doesn't know all the stuff we've seen and how much we know about things. Besides, he probably won't even come by tonight anyway."
The girls went back to their own activities. Karen was ironing her blouse to make sure it would be ready the following night when Kenny was due to come see her. It was the one he had mentioned to her on the phone and as she ironed it, she thought of how it was going to be to wear it and have him sneaking peeks at her breasts. Kathie, who lay on her bed with her feet curled up under her firm little behind, had the dusty book down from the attic and was looking again at the pictures of the naked statues.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Jane was mixing a drink. It was her second. The events of the past week had given her cause to be a bit nervous. She wasn't accustomed to drinking much around the house, but she found the alcohol made it easier to forget the changes she had been going through lately,.
She sat down in the living room and relaxed. She had finished cleaning the house, so she had changed into something more comfortable. The smart lounging pajamas she wore made her feel fresh and very feminine. But maybe that was a large part of her troubles as of late. Maybe she was letting herself feel all too feminine-all too often. The nights with Harry and with Terry, and the things she had been doing alone in bed to herself, had forced her to admit to herself that her body absolutely required some loving attention. She realized she couldn't keep herself from becoming sexually stimulated from time to time even if she wanted to.
That, after all, was the big question. Did she want to? It certainly appeared that she did. She thought with shame of the times with Harry and Terry. Just what kind of woman was she becoming, anyway? Or was it that she had always been this way deep down and was just beginning to admit it to herself. It was difficult to argue with her own body and to pretend that-The doorbell rang, almost causing her to drop her drink. When she opened the door, there was Rodney.
CHAPTER FIVE
As she greeted the young man at the door, she suddenly realized that she'd let the drink slosh on her lounging pajamas when the doorbell rang. A big spot was evident on the front of the bodice and there were even some drops on her leg. She let Rodney in and apologized; feeling foolish.
"This is terrible," she told him. "You must think Jerri's mother is a big lush. I was just having a little brandy when you came to the door and for some reason I jumped up too fast and spilled a little. How clumsy of me!"
Rodney stood smiling at her, not quite sure what to say.
"Please sit down, won't you? I'll be back as soon as I clean myself off."
As she disappeared into the kitchen, he felt a little more relaxed. "Sorry the bell startled you, Mrs. Spicer. It's my fault you spilled that. Looks like you were having a quiet little evening until I came along and spoiled it. Is Jerri upstairs?"
"No, Rodney," she called back from the kitchen. "I'm afraid she isn't even here tonight. She told me you might telephone, but she didn't say you were coming over."
She was debating whether to lie to Jerri and say that she was with a girl friend, as she'd been asked to do, or simply tell him she wouldn't be in all evening and let Jerri take responsibility for it and handle it herself the next time she saw him.
"Where is she?" she heard him call to her from the living room. "We sort of had plans for tonight. Is she somewhere where I can phone her?"
But before Jane had to make the final decision about whether to lie to him, she heard Karen's voice from the upstairs hallway.
"Jerri's with her girl friend," she called down to him. "There's nowhere you can phone her."
Jane wasn't sure she liked Karen to lie for Jerri any more than for her to do it, but at least it simplified things for the moment. There was something else about the matter Jane wouldn't have liked if she'd known. Karen was wearing nothing but a short nightgown when she appeared at the head of the stairs to answer Rodney's question. And although it was done so innocently that he had no idea it was purposeful, the girl had stood in such a way as to give him a clear view up her thighs.
Karen wasn't there long enough to meet his eyes with hers and see whether he'd start a conversation with her. She wasn't bold enough yet for that. But as she turned and dashed back into her bedroom, she made sure that he saw even more. The back of the garment flew up and presented him with a quick but tantalizing shot of her panties.
Hmmm ... Jerri's little sister is quite a looker. The other night when we saw her, Jerri didn't bother to introduce us. I didn't realize she was that big. Wonder how old she is? She's old enough to have a great pair of legs and a set of cute little knockers on her, that's for sure, he mused.
Jane returned from the kitchen with a new drink in her hand. It was an entirely new drink. She had finished off the other one while wiping her dress dry.
"Sorry you missed her, Rodney," Jane consoled. "She told me you've been out of town and said you might be back tonight but she wasn't sure."
"Yes, I just drove in," he said. "Had a real hard drive. Well, tell her-"
"Wait, Rodney, if you just got in to town you must be bushed. Wouldn't you like a bit of refreshment before you get back into your car?" she asked, holding up her glass.
"Oh ... well, yes," he said, smiling appreciatively. "Maybe I could have just one quick one. Thanks."
She rose and went to the dining room bar. "What do you like?" she asked.
Because his attention was distracted he was a little slow in answering. The first time he met Jerri's mother he had thought she was quite attractive and had been surprised to find her so young-looking. But as she walked away from him with her curves moving sensuously under the silky fabric of her lounging pajamas, it occurred to him that she was downright smashing.
Jerri's whole family swings, he thought to himself. No wonder she's so cute, with a mother like that.
He suddenly realized he was being spoken to. "Huh? Oh, excuse me ... whatever you're having will be fine."
Jane found herself in a quandary. If she really did pour him what she was drinking, she might very well give him the impression that his girlfriend's mother was a big lush. Jane didn't think of herself as an alcoholic by any means, even though her intake had considerably increased during the past several days-but the drink in her hand at the moment happened to be a Singapore Sling. Hardly a drink for amateurs.
"All right," she said, giving a little laugh that was intended to be cordial but came out nervous. "You may find this a little strong for just a casual drink, though. I ... I just finished attending to some important business today and you might say I'm celebrating."
The only business Jane had finished during the day was her trip to to liquor store to buy a new supply, but she felt she had to explain the drink away somehow.
"You did? I thought something must've been going on today when I saw how dressed up you were. You look great in those ... in that-"
"Oh, these lounging pajamas? They aren't really anything so dressy," she replied, smiling at the compliment. "It's just that I looked so terrible the other day when you first met me. I'd been working around the house that day and I looked a fright."
She handed him the drink and he took a sip. She wasn't kidding. Whatever was in the glass was awfully potent. He had to steel himself to keep from spitting it out ... he wasn't all that used to drinking. He smiled and held the drink up to her. "This is fine. Especially after all the driving I've been doing today." He savored the first sip a few seconds then took another long drink. "Really relaxes you," he said, leaning back in the chair.
Jane would normally have been at a little bit of a loss to know what to talk about for very long with any of Jerri's boyfriends. But with the drinks she'd had during the last couple of hours, it was really quite easy. She said nothing ... just sat and looked at him. And because she was sitting and looking at him, he sat and looked at her. It was all very pleasant. In a very short time she noticed that his glass was empty. When he made no move to leave, she naturally offered to make him another. It had been the kind of drink that definitely called for another, he thought. He readily agreed.
While mixing his drink at the bar, Jane naturally wanted a new one for herself. The only thing that kept her from making herself one was the fact that her glass was still half full of the former one. This she solved by putting the rim of the glass to her mouth and downing it all in two long swallows.
He obviously enjoyed the second drink as well as the first. But he had only drunk about half of it when the wet glass slipped and he spilled the rest on his foot. He was immediately apologetic but she assured him it was nothing and dashed to the kitchen for a towel.
As she wiped it off his shoe she saw that it had also gone all over his sock. She made a few dabbing attempts to dry it before telling him she knew it must be terribly uncomfortable and that he might as well take it off and let it dry. As she stopped dabbing his foot with the towel to speak, her hand remained on his foot. It was only momentarily but it was long enough to make her feel a little uncomfortable. Seeing Rodney and chatting with him was one thing, but coming in contact with him was quite another. He was a grown man, she realized, even if he was only the twenty-one year-old boyfriend of her daughter.
While she took the towel back to the kitchen he took the shoe and sock off as she had suggested. He was thinking of how she had looked when she was on her knees in front of him wiping off his sock. The silky material of her lounging pajamas, unfortunately for him, completely covered her long and shapely legs. But the top of the outfit was designed much more to his taste. During the all-too-short duration of the time she kneeled in front of him, his eyes had been magnetized on the wide expanse of firm, smooth cleavage exposed by the low neckline. He took the other shoe and sock off.
Mrs. Spicer was a damned good-looking woman even if she did happen to be Jerri's mother. That shot he had down the front of her pajamas convinced him that her body was much firmer than he would have expected of any woman as old as she had to be. Yet he knew she must just think of him as a kid. If only he were a few years older it just might be that ...
Jane stayed in the kitchen for a minute to finish her drink alone. She knew that she'd been' letting her eyes roam over Rodney's body in a way that no mother had a right to. But the fact that she had just touched his handsome, youthful body-even-though it was only his foot-made it difficult for her to keep her mind off him. The alcohol in her blood didn't do anything to inhibit such thoughts either.
He was quite obviously a good-looking, well-built young man. Yet she realized that no matter how favorably she compared with other women her age, he must undoubtedly think of her as being too old for him. She was thinking things she would never dare to think if she were sober. It was too bad, she thought. If only she were a few years younger she could see the possibility of ...
She downed the rest of the drink and set it down hard on the cabinet. She was simply going to have to control herself. She couldn't have herself do anything foolish like-
Crash! The noise broke her train of thought. The glass had been knocked off the cabinet by her unsteady hand and lay broken in the bottom of the sink. She was drunk enough by now that it didn't even scare her enough to jump. She stepped over and started picking up the pieces but when she nicked herself on the first try she stopped and put her finger in her mouth. Rodney heard the noise and jumped to his feet. He went in to the kitchen and saw what had happened.
"What happened? Did you cut yourself?" he exclaimed.
"It's just a nick," she said, pulling the finger from her mouth where he could see it. "I just dropped it. It's okay."
"Let me see it," he said, taking her hand and looking at the small wound. "It may not be too deep but there's a spot of blood on it. Let me wash it off for you and see if it's very bad."
"Oh, it's nothing," she protested. "It's just a scratch. Don't pay it any mind."
"Better let me look at it anyway," he said, stepping closer and raising the hand for a better look.
His forearm brushed the full swell of her breasts and she knew he couldn't have missed getting a nice indication of what was underneath, even if it had been an accident. She hoped it hadn't been.
"Well, the bathroom's this way if you really think it should be looked at," she pointed out, leading him through the doorway.
Damn, she must really have a nice pair of jugs under there, he thought to himself. I sure would like to get in there and find out for my self.
At the sink he ran cold water over her finger and saw that it was nothing. He thought he better justify the trip so he took a bottle of alcohol from the medicine chest and poured it over the cut.
"Ouch!" she cried, grabbing his arm for support.
"Sorry it hurt," he said. But he wasn't really sorry at all. The slight pain she might have felt was surely nothing compared to the pleasurable sensation with which he was rewarded when she grabbed him. Her hand only gripped his arm for a second but it was different with various other parts of her anatomy. Not only did he get to feel the resilient heft of her breasts again, but the firm lengths of her legs against his as well.
Since the design of her lounging pajamas fully covered her legs all the way to her ankles, he had been trying to imagine what they looked like for sometime. The rounded curve of her bottom was clearly defined through the silky fabric, but her legs were hidden inside the wide and mysterious folds of the pajama legs. She was tall enough that they had to be pretty long, he thought, and now that he had been granted a touch he was sure they must be firm and shapely as well. But to have touched them with only his leg was frustrating. What he really wanted to do was have her pajama pants off and be able to run his fingers up and down their smooth surface at will.
Jane was not getting any more sober at all. In fact the drinks were now beginning to dissolve the inhibitions she had been afraid to lose.
The kid must have felt that, she thought to herself. And the expression on his face when I rammed my tits into him makes me think it's not my age he has his mind on.
They were on the way back to the living room when he noticed it. As they walked together through a doorway he suddenly felt the touch of his glans against the inside of his shorts and realized that he had a whopping erection. He looked guiltily down at it and discovered to his embarrassment that it was quite visible underneath the material of his pants. When he raised his eyes from tell-tale lump he found himself looking straight into her eyes.
Her expression made it clear that his eyes were not the only ones that had noted the bulging point. He stopped in the doorway and shuffled his feet nervously before speaking.
"Ash, Mrs. Spicer ... " he began, a sheepish grin upon his face, "I ... uh ... I don't know how to ... "
He broke off in midsentence but to his surprise her face told him no apology was necessary. Afterward he couldn't remember who took the step that closed the gap between them, but somehow he found himself sideways in the doorway with his arms wrapped around her and his face in her hair. The long-desired feel of her buxom breasts was finally his and, as his searching hands roamed over her curvaceous body, his eager fingers closed over the hard swell of her rear and the soft expanse of her upper back. The turgid instrument that had embarrassed him so much just a few seconds before was now pressed tightly against the yielding flesh of her warm front.
He moved his lips through her abundant blonde hair and past her ear, settling in the smooth hollow of her collarbone. The warm scent of her perfume filled his nostrils and he realized he'd been smelling it for a long time without realizing its source. The thought of being able to gain access to the firm flesh encased in her tightly fitting brassiere set a new surge of desire through his loins and made his member throb stiffly.
She set herself against him like a snake, molding every part of her front into his. What she was doing was far, far ahead of the words being spoken between them. Her sense of time was so mixed-up that she was just getting around to answering the last words he had spoken even though in her mind it seemed to have been only a few seconds before.
"Not 'Mrs. Spicer' Rodney. Just 'Jane' Call me 'Jane'," she said, her voice blurred by drinks.
It was as though the last obstacle was removed for Rodney. Her asking him to call her by her first name seemed to cancel out her role as his girl friend's mother. She wasn't Jerri's mother anymore to him or anybody's mother. She was a completely separate woman, an extremely sexy female that he wanted to make love to. He had been wanting to all night, he realized, and maybe even before she offered him the first drink. Now the possibility of getting what he wanted was before him at last. He didn't want to wait.
"Then let's stay out of the living room, Jane," he said in a husky voice. "Show me where your bedroom is."
It was what she wanted from him and she showed him it was. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed against him before leading him away. As her body rose upward, he felt her breasts and pelvic mound rub against his body. She boldly pressed her palms against his hard stomach, fingers downward, and slid them unerringly inside his belt and down into the front of his pants. She quickly found the top of his shorts and slipped one of her hands inside right next to his skin. She pushed her fingers down through the mass of curls and brazenly wrapped them around the stiff shaft.
"Okay, I'll show you where it is. Just promise me you'll give me plenty of this hot meat and we're on our way right now!"
"Right on!" he exclaimed. "What're we waiting for?"
She took him by the hand and pulled him through the semidark hallway and on past the bathroom. It was completely dark now and he couldn't see where they were going at all, but since she was familiar with the house she yanked him on behind her without slowing down. He side-swiped a table with his hip, hit his knee against some hidden obstruction, and banged his foot against the bottom of the hat rack as he followed her wild lead.
Even when they got to her bedroom she didn't turn on the lights. He felt her hands on his belt and remained standing while she jerked his pants down to his ankles. She half guided, half pushed him across the floor till his calves struck the edge of what turned out to be her bed. His knees bent backward under his own weight and he fell across the mattress.
"Hey, hold on. It's black as pitch in here and I can't see a damn thing. Flip the light on, okay?" he exclaimed.
"Who wants to just look?" she answered. "Use your hands and feel for what you want. Feel me!"
In the darkness beside the bed he could hear the sensuous sound of her silky lounging pajamas sliding off her body. There were a few rustlings and the sound of some bracelets hitting the floor. The knowledge that the woman must be standing nearly naked only a few feet away from him excited him strongly, yet he felt a little disappointed at not being the one to make her that way. If the light had been on and he had been able to see her strip the clothes from her long-limbed body it would have been different, but he felt a little deprived at not having gotten his hands on the clothes himself.
"You're cheating, Jane," he laughed. "If I can't see you come out of your clothes the least you could have done is let me be the one to get them off." He heard her kick her shoes onto the floor and then heard her walking toward the bed.
"Don't worry, lover," she purred. "I thought you might like to help me out a little with that. I left a few things on just for you to strip."
As she got to the bed he heard the unmistakable sound of her legs swishing together and knew she must still be wearing her panty hose. Good. She was telling the truth about leaving a few goodies for him to take off. He felt the edge of the mattress sag under the weight of her body and then her hands were on his chest and his shirt was unbuttoned like lightning. He grabbed for her in the dark and managed only to graze the outside of her thigh with his outstretched fingers.
"C'mere," he yelled. "I don't know how you keep this bedroom so god damned dark but if you're going to play hide and seek you sure as hell have to stay still long enough for me to get my hands on you!"
"Hahaha," she laughed drunkenly. "You're the one that's moving around so much. Hold still and let me hold that big hard cock of yours again."
He was drunk but he knew he wasn't that drunk. He knew he hadn't been moving around any and it dawned on him that she was so drunk she thought he was in motion and she was standing still. He kicked his shoes off and let his pants fall from his, ankles onto the floor. Now he was free to move. He got on his hands and knees and crawled toward the head of the bed. Halfway there he nailed her. She was lying on her stomach with her heels swinging in the air. He grabbed an ankle, forced her foot to the bed, and followed the taut, silky surface of her leg all the way to the junction of her thighs.
She loved the feel of his hands on her, especially when he got to the inner side of her thighs. She dug an elbow into the bed and flipped onto her side. She was facing him now and her half-naked front was aching to be touched. His hand raced up the slick surface of her inner thighs, passed teasingly across the bulging mound of her swollen genitals, and fastened on the elastic of her waistband.
"See, honey," she reminded him, "isn't it more fun to feel than to look?"
"It sure is," he agreed, as he frantically tugged the wispy mesh of her panty hose down past her groin and over her knees. "You won't be needing these, will you?" he said. "Not if you want me to get in where I can really do you some good."
"No. When you get that big prick going inside my pussy I don't want to feel anything between us," she answered. "You got some more to go though, honey. I don't run around with my tits hanging out like some girls do. You're going to have to get my bra off before you can get to them."
"No problem," he excitedly told her. "I've been dying to get my hands on those big knockers of yours ever since I got a peek at them when you were cleaning the drink off my foot. I'd find some way to get at them fuckers if I had to work my way through sheet metal."
"It's a lot easier than that," she said. "Here, go ahead and get a nice feel if you like them that much."
She took one of his hands and drew it up her stomach to the tightly fitting undergarment and laid his palm over the point of one of the fully packed cups. Just as he felt the brassiere under his fingers, he stripped her panty hose the rest of the way off her feet and sailed them into the air. He heard them strike the-wall with a soft sound and heard them slide through a collection of cosmetic bottles on her dresser. He put his free hand on the point of her other brassiere cup and began to knead them like dough.
"Ahhhh," she sighed.
He wedged his knee between hers and slid it up her thighs until it reached the damp, naked big V. It required no force at all on his part because as soon as she felt the touch of his hairy knee on the inside of her leg she spread herself open and let him in.
Rodney was so used to dating girls his own age who went braless that the touch of his hands on the fabric of her brassiere felt peculiar to him. Peculiar, yes, but also very exciting. Getting under girls' clothes and getting his hands on their naked breasts had always been a highly stimulating thing for him to do. Yet he discovered that feeling the breasts under cover of the undergarment's fabric was somehow quite exciting in itself. It was almost more fun than grabbing for them and feeling the nakedness of them on the first contact. He massaged them heavily for several seconds, but she didn't want to wait any longer.
"Go ahead, lover," she said in a low voice. "Don't be bashful. Go ahead and get rid of my bra so you can get your hands on me where it really counts."
Rodney ran his hands past her ribs and sought the clasp at the center of her back. She arched her back and raised high off the bed to help him and the motion produced the unexpected but exciting sensation of her naked, curly-haired pelvis against his. He fumbled with the clasp until he gave up and told her to turn over on her side so he could get it off fast.
"Uh-uh, nothing doing," she protested. "It feels too good to have you up against my cunt. Get it off the best way you can."
He was not usually a violent person but his frustration did have certain limits. He took her at her word. He slipped his fingertips under the bottom of the brassiere and tried in vain to touch her like he wanted to. When that proved impossible because of the large size of her mammaries and the super-taut fit of the tight undergarment, he slipped his other hand underneath the bottom alongside the first, and gave a quick, hard yank.
He heard her grunt sharply and felt the fabric rip as it came off. He heard a metal clasp hit the mirror of her dressing table and something whizzed past his ear like a bullet. "Damn, no wonder chicks don't like to wear these things," he said under his breath.
"Don't worry about the bra," she consoled. "I've got plenty. I was dying to have it off as much as you were."
He lowered himself forward and for the first time felt the unfettered nakedness of her breasts. No straps or clasps to hamper his access and no cloth to cover the nipples and mar his enjoyment. He ran his fingers over them with pure joy. The creamy texture of the skin was something he noticed earlier just from seeing the tops of them but what surprised him was how firm they were. Jerri's were firmer, sure. But not that much firmer considering the age difference. And Jerri's were a little smaller too, so it was easier for them to be firm.
He lay full length on her, moving his knee from the junction of her thighs and letting his penis fall flush on the mat of curls. The bottom of it touched her mound and the end pointed toward her navel. He worked his hips back and forth a few times while he continued to massage her naked breasts.
"Listen, Rodney, you don't have to fool around with me to heat me up," she abruptly said. "Maybe you're used to doing that with girls at college but you don't have to with me. I've been wanting to feel your cock in me ever since I stuck my hand in your pants at the doorway. I was thinking about it even before that."
"Groovy!" he exclaimed. "You can be damned sure I'm hot for it. Here it comes, baby!"
She opened wide and grabbed his hips. He raised a few inches above her and came down slowly, feeling himself a path through the thick pubic hair with his hand. When he touched the opening to her orifice he was glad to find it very wet. He stuck in one finger and she responded by squeezing her thighs on it so tight he could barely get it out.
"Wow, you really meant it when you said you were ready for action, didn't you? You're so fucking wet down there you don't even need to be fingered first at all," he said.
"God no," she cried. "I want it now, Rodney. Right now. Just go ahead and slip that nice, sweet thing all the way to the hilt. Let me have it. Go ahead!"
He moved his finger and replaced it with his penis. The hot head of it entered the red, shiny flesh of her vulva and he felt her squeeze her legs together to get all she could from it. There was obviously no need to worry about hurting her. From the way she was moving under him, he might be the one to be hurt if he wasn't careful. He speeded his stroke, plunging the glans deep inside her. The lovely warmth of her velvety-ridged vaginal walls massaged his shaft and he cried out in pleasure.
"Damn, but you're good and hot!" he exclaimed. "Stay right where you are, baby. I'll give you any kind of fucking you want if you keep that kind of loving coming to me."
"What I want from you is what you're giving me right now, lover," she panted. "I can see I'm going to come before long. Just keep feeding it to me."
He turned slightly sideways and gave her a little special attention on one side of her vagina, then switched to the other side for a few minutes. He couldn't see her face but he could tell she went for it by the way she grunted and moved her hands on his moving hips.
She reached up and put her arm around his neck, drawing him down so his face was next to hers. She jammed her lips to his and kissed him wetly, then opened her mouth and began frenching him. She put his hand to one of her breasts and pushed it up so he'd feel its nipple against his chest. Then she pulled her mouth free of his and whispered into his ear.
"You got me about to go right now, but I'd love for you to do a little work on my tits. Lemme feel you-" she began, but he acted on her request so quickly that he cut her off.
She had so many delights which he was letting some go to waste. He'd been massaging her breasts ever since he got her brassiere off, but for some dumb reason he hadn't thought of doing anything to them with his mouth. And the fact that she herself had suggested it made it even more exciting. He planted his lips on one of her nipples and buried his nose in the softness above it.
"Ahhh," she sighed, "that's beautiful. I love to have you suck me like that."
His organ had never stopped its slow but regular penetration of the slick sex flesh below. Now, as his lips worked on the juicy tips of her proffered breasts, she felt the stiff member go a little faster in and out. From the way he was acting it seemed to her he couldn't help himself, that his penis was going a little out of his control. This only made her hotter.
"Ummmm yes!" she cried, "That's what I wanted. Let me feel your mouth on my tits while you work my cunt over like ... oh God, like that ... like that. Oh shit, what a good stiff cock you've got, lover. I don't care if you are-my daughter's boyfriend. I know you must have shoved this thing in her pussy plenty of times but I don't care about that. I've got it now and I want you to ... oh God, I'm about to come ... I want you to fuck the shit out of me!"
Rodney was thankful she was near her peak. He couldn't last much longer himself. He loved sinking his hard cock in deep and he loved hearing her tell him about it. Maybe Jerri's body was a little sexier than Jane's, he thought, but only because her younger years made it firmer than her mom's. What added to Jane's sexiness was the way she talked to him in bed. Jerri was hardly shy in that department, but her mom seemed even better,. He felt a familiar hot pressure in his groin and knew he was nearly there.
"Take it, Jane, take it!" he yelled. "Spread your fucking cunt and take every inch I'm throwing to you. I'm right on top of it now and I'm gonna you ass any ... oh shit, baby ... any minute ... God damn, here it comes!"
Jane gave it everything she had. She humped herself upward like a rutting animal. She put her hands on the back of his head and pushed his wet tongue and lips into her hungry breasts. Even before she felt his sperm shoot out her orgasm had begun. When it finally came, she rammed herself against him like lightning.
"Shoot me the shit, lover!" she yelled. "Fill me up with, it, fill me up ... oh ... oooh ... aaaaaaiiiii!"
The force of his tremendous release wracked his body, causing him to roll off her body and onto the bed. He still had his mouth tightly enclosed around one of her nipples so she rolled with him. It would have hurt any other time, but she was still in the throes of her climax and didn't care what he did as long as he left his penis in till she finished. She put her face in his hair and he felt the hot warmth of her breath on his scalp.
"Got your nuts off real good, didn't you, lover? It felt like a flood of hot paste inside me when you shot off," she told him, her breathing still ragged.
Rodney thought since she was older and-he thought-more experienced, he'd better make sure he'd done enough for .her. "You ... you sure were yelling a lot, so I guess you came but ... I mean, did you get enough? Was I-" he began.
Jane smiled broadly, her eyes still closed. "Oh, you did just fine, Rodney. Just fine. I was just aching for a cuntful of that hard meat and you gave it to me real nice. I came, okay, if that's what you're worrying about."
How sweet of him, she thought. How naive and endearing of him to want to make sure he'd pleased her. A far cry from the way Harry had been, she mused. And Terry, too-although for different reasons. At least he had brought her to orgasm even if it was just with his mouth. Harry hadn't even been able to do that much, the old fart.
They were both still feeling their drinks to a considerable degree. But the great expenditure of energy had sobered her up a little. The trickle of his sperm ran slowly out from the folds of her warm vagina and tickled her sensitive skin. She felt wonderful. I don't know what I'll think of seducing my own daughter's boyfriend in the morning, but right now I don't feel a damn bit guilty, she though to herself.
She was very aware of the fact that sex seemed easier and more desirable for her with each new partner. With Harry and with Terry it had been the act itself which shamed her. Now it was beginning to change. The embarrassment was not nearly so acute. And the reason for it was not what she'd done so much as concern about someone, finding out about it. Having a complete, full session with a man-good hard fucking with a cock that was stiff and didn't wear out too fast-made her feel better than she had in a long time.
It was still unusually dark in the bedroom. Jane's idea of making Rodney feel for her in the blackness without turning on the lights had been different and exciting for him but as he lay beside her, gradually getting his breath back, he wished he could see her naked body. Neither of them had any way to see any better than the other. After a few minutes had passed Jane heard his breathing grow strong and regular again. A little while later he spoke. "Why don't you turn on the lights now?" he asked.
She was flattered at his request. It pleased her to see how he still wanted to look at her even though she had already let him have intercourse with her. But she still felt like teasing him.
"Sure, lover," she replied, "if you like. Nothing wrong with you feeling around some like before, though, if you want to do that. But you want to see my naked tits and pussy, don't you?"
"You know it!" he agreed enthusiastically. "But I think you'll be pretty interested in seeing me, too."
Could it be that ... ? No, it wasn't possible, Jane thought. Surely he didn't mean that he already ...
She put her hand on his leg and then moved her fingers upward. To her surprise his penis had grown and was hard as a rock! It couldn't have been more than thirty minutes or so since it was wet and limp as a dishrag, now here it was back again.
He heard her little gasp of surprise. His chest swelled. She must be used to older guys, he realized, guys who couldn't get it up again after one go-around. "What's wrong?" he chided. "You too tired to take me on again and think I'm gonna rape you or something?" He chuckled in the dark as he felt her hand eagerly exploring him.
"That's not it at all, lover. I'm just marveling at how fast you got it up again. A woman's always ready to go-it's the guy who holds things up by giving out. If you stick your fingers back in there where you had them you'll find out I'm still damned hot and wet in there."
She flipped on the light to let him get his way and see her naked. She was more interested in pleasing him now than before-apparently he was young enough and strong enough to give her more love. A second encounter with him was even better than she'd expected.
She looked terribly sensual with her long hair strewn over her ears and shoulders, he thought. And the small pile of undergarments tossed around the room added even more to the picture. Just wait till he got his hands on those nice big jugs of hers again, he thought, grinning at her and feeling her hands on his organ as he moved toward her.
Riiing!
The phone stopped them. At first she started to just let it ring but her curiosity at who'd be calling at that hour got the better of her and she slid off the bed and answered it.
It was Jerri. She was going to not only spend the night with her date but go swimming with him the next day at the lake. Would Mom please get into her luggage and have her white bikini ready for her when she came by, she wanted to know. They would be in a big hurry and Mom would just be a dear if she'd help her.
"Okay, but now-" Jane said before she heard the dial tone. Jerri hadn't been able to wait, and yelled "Thanks!" barely before Jane could get her wits about her.
She told Rodney they couldn't let Jerri discover them together after what had happened. But she was so anxious to have more love from him it wouldn't do at all for him to leave. He told her not to worry about Jerri seeing his car because it was parallel parked among lots of others on the street. He was peeved at Jerri now and wanted to keep on with Jane for the night.
"No, it's too dangerous for you to be in my bedroom. She might dash in for something. Go up to the guest bedroom and hide there till she comes and goes," she said.
She quickly got dressed and started pulling a comb through her love-rumpled hair. She was a little nervous and asked Rodney to fix her a drink. Before she found the swimsuit for Jerri and got Rodney hidden, she was into the second drink -and this on top of her earlier ones. With him upstairs out of danger, Jeri's stop just took a minute. Everything went off smoothly and she was gone again in a flash, but Jane had a new problem. She was sleepy. The additional drinks had simply been too much.
I'll just rest here a minute before telling Rodney the coast is clear, she thought to herself. But the chair was too comfortable. She dawdled a few minutes and then fell back asleep. She was so tired and sleepy she didn't even hear her glass hit the carpet when it fell from her hand.
Rodney heard the noise and looked down from the upstairs hall. He saw what had happened at once. He laughed and started to go wake her up, but then he suddenly realized that someone else had heard the noise and had-come to investigate.
Several yards away, at the opposite end of the hall, a door opened and Karen walked out rubbing her eyes and peering down into the living room. And what she was wearing made Rodney rivet his attention on her young body and forget all about the woman asleep in the chair.
CHAPTER SIX
He stood still and devoured the form of her young body with his eyes, afraid she'd be scared if she saw him gazing at her nakedness. Actually, she was wearing something, but it was only a thin, wispy nightie that came only a few inches below her rear end. The way her adolescent breasts pushed out from underneath and the way the twin globes of her provocative little buttocks pressed out behind, she might ,as well have been entirely naked. He could even see the firm line of her thighs so clearly under the paper-thin garment that he was able to tell quite easily she wore no panties under it.
He remembered how slim and sweet her legs had looked earlier that night when she came to the head of the stairs to tell him about where Jerri was. He felt himself getting hard under his shorts. Suddenly she turned and spotted him.
"Oh!" she cried. "What ... what are you doing up here in just your shorts and tee-shirt? I ... I've been sleeping so soundly. What's going on, anyway?"
Her sleepy petulance made her that much more appealing to his hot masculine gaze. She suddenly seemed to realize her own attire was something he shouldn't be seeing and she coyly twisted one ankle around the other. Her hand flew to her chest and she drew the front of her nightie closed. He told her that the noise was only the glass dropping, that her mother had evidently gotten a little loaded but it was nothing to worry about. He told her that when Jerri couldn't be reached anywhere. Her mother had invited him to spend the night in the guest room rather than leave.
Karen was waking up fast now. She was getting ideas of her own about Rodney. The picture of him and her older sister Jerri going at it flashed through her mind. She knew very well that her adorable young body was being shown off to a nice advantage and that he wasn't missing an inch of what she had to show. She was delighted at the knowledge her pert nipples were poking so clearly through her nightie.
Hmmmm, she thought to herself, maybe if I work things right he'll want to do a lot more than just look at me. It'd be super if I could get him interested in me while Mom's drunk and asleep.
"G'night, then," she said to him after he had explained what was going on in the household. She turned and walked toward her bedroom. She thought she felt his eyes on her little behind and although she didn't swing it like she sometimes did on the street when she wanted some boy to look at her, neither did she try to hold it in check. When she suddenly turned around just before entering her door, she saw that she was right. She felt a thrill go through her insides but didn't let it show in her face.
"Oh, thought you already went back to bed," she said to Rodney as she breezed back toward him on her way down the stairs. "I'm so thirsty for some reason that I've just got to have a cold drink of water. Seems too warm in my bedroom tonight for some reason or other."
Rodney nodded to her as she passed, but he didn't go back to the guest bedroom. I just bet you're warm tonight, you cute little cherry, he thought to himself. You're getting old enough to have your panties get hot in the crotch, for one thing,. I could fix that up for you if I keep your mom and sis from finding out about it.
He stood looking after her until she disappeared into the kitchen. His penis had been hard ever since it swelled up for the second time when he was in bed with Jane, but the sight of half-naked young Karen made it fairly throb. He'd never done anything with a girl as young as her but he was aroused enough now to think of it. Then he remembered the other daughter, little Kathie. Maybe he could get a look at her in bed before Karen came back up the stairs.
He tiptoed down the hall and peered into their bedroom. It made him embarrassed to think of what he was doing-trying to spy on a naked, sleeping little girl even younger than Karen. But he did it, anyway. He was so steamed up from being denied his second session with Jane that he still needed release.
I'll get a little bit of fun out of seeing this kid, even if she doesn't have any tits or pussy hair on her yet, he thought to himself as he searched through the semidarkness for her bed.
He was lucky. The child was lying on her side with her nightie well up over her waist and the covers thrown off so he could get a nice view of her exposed genitals. Her blonde hair, a lighter shade than either her sister's or her mother's, was spread over the pillow and she breathed long and peacefully as he watched.
Just as he had thought; not even old enough to grow fuzz yet. But there was still something kind of cute about her hairless little twat and her tanned, perfectly smooth, slender little legs. She was too little for anything, he thought ... but as for Karen, it just might be a different story. He took one last look at the sleeping child's nakedness and then slipped back out the door and down the hall toward his room.
At the top of the stairs he looked down and saw Karen coming back from the kitchen. Their positions were reversed now to what they had been earlier that night-he couldn't see up her legs anymore but he certainly had a great view down the top of her nightie. What he saw made his mouth water.
Jesus, what a juicy little pair of tits on the kid, he thought to himself. Wonder if she's ever had a boy play with them? Look at those hard little nipples-I sure would like to get my hands up under there and do the job for her. I bet she'd love it as much as her mom and big sis do if she'd give it a try.
There was no way for him to know that her hot little mind was thinking thoughts very similar to his. She still carried a vivid picture in her head of what she'd seen him do with her sister Jerri, and seeing him in the hall a few minutes before only enlarged the scene in her mind. Was she entirely too young to interest him, she wondered? She hoped not. The way he had looked at her a couple of times sure seemed promising, but she couldn't be sure. Maybe on the way back to her bedroom ...
Good-he was still in the hall! As she walked up the stairs her expression was immobile, but when she saw him smiling at her, she smiled back. It was a guarded expression that passed between both of them. The look could have meant no more than friendly recognition, or it could have implied a lot more. It all depended on how either one of them interpreted it. Karen decided to be as bold as she dared.
"Thought you went back to bed," she said to him. "Or were you waiting for me?" She laughed when she said it as though it were a big joke to think he'd have any reason to wait for her. Then she quickly followed with, "Bet if I was my sister Jerri, you'd be waiting for me, all right. Too bad she's out with somebody tonight."
She flounced her short nightie hem ever so slightly as she spoke, making sure he got a brief but telling view of her naked thighs, then with a sparkle in her eyes, smoothed the material sensually over her legs. She wanted him to see a little, but to think she believed she should not have been so careless.
"Oh, I don't know about that," he ventured. "I'm not exactly your age, of course, but if I was I just might be waiting for you. I can tell you one thing. Getting to see you in that short little nightie would really get me going if we were the same age."
She blushed, half real and half affected, and let her eyes wander down the front of the diaphanous garment. A flush of confidence made her tingle. It was great to have someone like him tell her she was pretty, even if it was letting him see a little more of her than she knew she should. And he was acting a bit nervous, even though he was obviously trying to keep her from noticing it.
"Besides," he continued, "your sister Jerri and I do a few things together you're not old enough to know about yet. You probably have boyfriends, all right. A girl as cute as you would have to. You might even do a little kissing sometimes with them. But people as old as Jerri and I can't be satisfied with that, so there's a few other things we do."
His condescending attitude miffed her, but only enough to make her want to prove that what he said wasn't right. She was determined to make him think she was no little kid, even if it involved bluffing a little bit and exaggerating about her young love life.
"Oh, I have boyfriends all right," she said imperiously. "But you're nuts if you think all v e know how to do is kiss. Just because Pm not as big as Jerri in certain places and not as tall as she is doesn't mean Pm a dummy about things a girl can do with a guy, you know. What I do with boys just might surprise you."
"Well, well," said Rodney, unable to hide how impressed he was with her little speech. "Do tell. You're making me think Jerri has a very swinging sister. You putting me on or do you really mean it? I thought any chick your age would be scared to do anything even if she did know about it. You claiming you're not?"
She felt the excitement trembling through her body at his words. She hoped he couldn't tell. She managed a little laugh of derision before she spoke.
"Maybe," she replied insinuatingly, still laughing a bit. "Since you're my sister's boyfriend, what difference does it make? You've just been teasing me, that's all, and trying to get me to talk about things I shouldn't be telling you."
For the first time, he touched her. It was only a hand on her shoulder as he spoke, but they both felt a thrill from it.
"Teasing you?" he answered. "That's where you're wrong. You're the one who's been doing the teasing. If you don't think standing there in front of a guy with practically everything you got showing through your nightgown is teasing, you don't know much. If it wasn't for waking your little sister up I just might do something about it, too. Your mom's out cold for the night, that's for sure. We wouldn't have to worry about her."
He let his hand follow the line of her shoulder to the nape of her neck. The skin there was incredibly smooth to his touch, and just the slightest bit damp under the edge of her thick blonde hair. She turned away and started to walk toward her bedroom.
"Have a nice sleep then," she said over her shoulder, "Pm going to bed."
He watched her firm buttocks wiggle for a few steps and then started after her. This was too good a chance to turn down. The wise little chick needed to be taught a lesson and he was just the guy to do it. If he could just keep from waking the other kid, he was going to have himself some fun.
Young Kathie had already been awakened by the loud talk in the hall and had heard most of what was said, but when she heard them coming toward the bedroom she froze and played possum. All she had to do was make them think she was asleep and she'd really get to see something.
At the door, Karen saw him behind her and paused for a second, then went inside. But she didn't bother to close the door. Rodney followed her right into the room and put his arms around her waist from behind, just hard enough to stop her.
"Wait a minute, little prick teaser," he whispered into her ear. "Me and you are going to have some fun. Hell, Kathie won't wake up or she would have already from hearing us out in the hall. Look at her there in her bed-sleeping like a log. Look how she's breathing! You can't use her for an excuse."
She did seem to be fast asleep, Karen noted cautiously, though she usually wasn't such a deep sleeper. Maybe she was extra tired from playing hard and really wouldn't wake up. But she certainly didn't want to take any chances on it.
Rodney's eagerness to get his hands on Karen made him reckless. He jounced Kathie's bed with his hand, hoping to hell she wouldn't wake up. She didn't. He beamed.
"See," he told Karen, speaking in a loud voice to prove his point, "she's nothing to worry about."
He put his hands back around her slim waist, this time with enough pressure to keep her from walking. She could feel the touch of each finger through her scanty gown. A sense of warm anticipation filled her body, with just the slightest touch of fear. After all, she had never really done more than kiss a boy and let him get a few feels on the outside of her clothes. She took a different tack and feigned indifference.
"So what?" she coyly answered. "Maybe I don't happen to feel like doing anything with you. Just because I know how to do things with a guy doesn't necessarily mean I want to do-"
But the touch of lips on the back of her neck stopped her.
"You can't fool me, baby," he said. "You know damn well your sweet little tits are just dying to have my hands on them."
She felt his hand lift the back of her nightie and reach around her, cupping a breast. It was the first time a male had ever touched her there with no clothes to interfere and she couldn't help emitting a small sound of pleasure from her throat.
"Ha ha," he chided,. "you can't make me think you don't groove on the way that feels."
He pulled her close to him and she could feel his arm now, all the way from her breast past her ribs and against her soft back. She felt something else. He was close enough that his hard maleness was pressing against her lower back like a cucumber.
Wow, she thought to herself, there it is! I'm finally getting to feel the thing I saw him work on Jerri with. I'm so much shorter than he is, the darn thing's almost up between my shoulder blades-Wonder how it would feel if I were as tall as Jerri and had it right in between the cheeks of my butt?
He knew she could feel it and didn't try to hide it. He grinned and slipped his other hand under her nightie, rubbed it over her supple back and ribs, then fastened it onto her other naked breast.
"Lemme feel both those little fuckers," he said. "You got a lot of sweet stuff under your nightie that's been going to waste, honey, and I'm going to do something about it right now."
She hadn't spoken a word yet since he touched her nakedness. Now the only sound from her was a breathy gasp somewhere between a sigh and a giggle. It excited him.
"Thinking about a certain other place you want my hands on you, aren't you?" he challenged, "Thinking about something right down this way, aren't you?"
She felt his hand slide from one of her pert adolescent breasts, toying with the nipple as it left, and creep slowly toward the V of her naked crotch.
"Aren't you?" he insisted. The commanding new tone of his voice was a little bit frightening to her but it also caused a definite thrill to flow through her body. Especially the fertile junction of her slim thighs.
"I ... I'm not saying," she exclaimed. She knew he was pushing for her to talk about it but she didn't want to admit the truth. She was loving every minute of what he was doing to her and couldn't wait for him to do still more things, but she discovered she was very shy when it came to talking.
"Sure you are," he persisted. "Sure you're going to tell me, sweetie. I'm going to make you so fucking hot down there you can't stand it, and if you want me to keep on fingering you you're going to have to tell me."
His fingers had left her navel far behind now and were slowly entering the sparse hairs that grew around the edge of her pubescent genitals. She could feel his fingertips coursing carefully through the boundaries of her brownish-colored muff and knew he could feel the light film of moisture that had appeared on her skin.
Kathie, who lay stiffly under her covers so as not to let them know she was awake, was hearing every word. Wow, I'd sure tell him if he was doing that to me. I'd tell him to go and frig my cunny right then. I'm so tickly and damp in mine I'd love to start playing with it this minute if it wasn't for having them catch me at it and know I was awake. Darn, I'd really like to grab it!
"Come on baby," Rodney told Karen, "we been standing here fooling around long enough. Let's get in your bed where I can really get some action going with you."
He edged her toward the bed and rolled her onto it, being careful to keep his fingers tightly pressed against the mound of her sex. As she assumed a prone position, allowing him to make her lie with her head on the pillow and her long legs stretched out across the bedspread, he could feel her thighs and knees against his. He toyed with the delicate area of her outer genital mound in a way that maddened her with pleasure.
"Say it, honey," he demanded. "Tell what that is I've got my fingers on."
She was terribly embarrassed in spite of her earlier show of bravado, but she was so stimulated by his touch she just had to have more of it.
"My ... on my-" she began, her face red.
"Say it, honey, you know darn well what you got down there!" he broke in.
Suddenly her pride rose to meet the occasion. "What makes you think I'm scared to say it?" she replied, "You got your fingers on my pussy, that's what!"
Her words made him shiver with pleasure and he felt his penis throb inside his shorts.
"My p-u-s-s-y, pussy, pussy, pussy!" she exclaimed, spelling the word and overcoming her shyness with a flourish.
"And you really dig having me play with it, too, don't you?" he went on, his voice shaking from desire. "You really dig it, don't you, you sexy little bitch!"
"Sure I do," she retorted, bolder now that the ice was broken. "Why not? I've had a few boys do it to me before. You're the oldest one I've ever let in my panties, but not the only one."
She was lying again but she felt she had to impress him.
"Ha ha!" he chortled. "You don't even have any damned panties on, Karen."
Now that she was opening up and talking nasty to him, he felt friendly to her, in addition to feeling excited by her as before.
"Well," she demurred, "you know what I mean, silly. That's what girls say sometimes instead of coming right out and saying a gay fucked them."
His fingers reached their destination and he at last bestowed a direct touch to the moist, tender flesh of her naked organs.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed, "oh ... oh that's groovy."
He took her hand and placed it on the outside of his shorts over the hard end of his protruding penis.
"Then how about giving me a little action too?" he suggested, his fingers slipping deeper inside her moist slit. "Or don't you know how to do that?"
"Sure I do," she said. "I was already thinking about grabbing your cock and jacking you off even before you asked me."
This time she wasn't lying. She knew how from watching Jerri do it to him a few nights before, and the idea of putting her hands on his naked penis and seeing just what it felt like had been deeply imbedded in her brain ever since.
She wormed her way this way and that but she didn't understand the way a man's fly is designed and couldn't quite accomplish the thing she wanted. Finally he felt her pulling hard on the leg band of one side and raised his pelvis so she could have her way. She immediately stripped them down his thighs and slapped her hand around his stiff shaft.
"Now I got it," she muttered. "You'll find out now if I know how to jack you off or not."
He felt her hand start moving up and down in a steady, slow rhythm and acknowledged that she knew what she was talking about.
"No complaints," he told her. "Keep it up like that and you're going to get some awful nice pussy-finger from me."
He was used to bigger girls masturbating him, of course. But he found to his surprise that there was something highly erotic in having the smaller, softer fingers of a thirteen-year-old on the hard sides of his member. He slipped his finger into her vagina as far as the second joint and gingerly massaged the wet little tunnel for her as she continued to masturbate him. The young teenager was making him feel very hot and he was determined to produce excitement of equal intensity in her warm, moist sex.
"Ummmmm," she moaned softly, responding to his caress.
Kathie was avidly listening to every sound and watching every move she could make out. The room was far from being totally dark, so she saw plenty.
Heck, she thought to herself, they're doing so much stuff to each other now they won't notice if I move around some in my bed. It makes my cunny so juicy to see what they're doing that I have to reach down and give it a few frigs even if they do catch me at it!
The ten-year-old lowered her hand and entered the warm, silky confines of her panties. Although Karen wasn't wearing either panties or her ever-present brassiere on this particular night, Kathie wore a pair of her regular panties. She had become so warm between her young thighs that she heartily approved of how her older sister had left hers off.
Hmmmm, she thought to herself, I wonder if Karen knew Rodney might do something like this to her tonight? If she did, it's no wonder she left her panties and bra off and stayed naked under her nightie. I'm wet as heck just from spying on them-with his fingers in there, she must be steaming up her cunny something awful!
The youngster raised herself from her pillow to see better what was going on in Karen's bed and let her fingers find her genitals. With a thumb and forefinger, she toyed with the delicate folds of her tiny, undeveloped vulva and felt it warm to her touch and become soft and pliable. Soon she was able to work three fingers into the vestibule of the damp little orifice. "Oh, wow," she whispered quietly to herself, "that's yummy. It's hot as it can be. Maybe I can even make myself come like grown-ups do all the time."
As Rodney and Karen moved around on their bed and exposed more and more of their nakedness to the precocious little girl, she concentrated more loving attention to her moist slit Then it hit her. "Hey, my cunny is juicy," she whispered to herself. "It's all slick and damp like Karen's was the time she let me watch her play with herself. And she said all girls' cunnies get that way when they're old enough. Wow, that means I'm getting grown up faster!"
If Karen and Rodney were not so occupied with other things they would have undoubtedly overheard Kathie's excited whispering, but such notice was far beyond them. They were lying close together with their hands still eagerly massaging each other's organ. He had her nightie all the way up to her waist and had already kicked his under-shorts to his ankles.
"Come on, sweetie, there's no use pretending this damned thing is covering you up anymore," he said. "And there's no use wearing it if it's not doing its job. Here, lemme get it off over your head ... there, that's the way, raise your arms ... Jesus, what sweet little knockers you got. You're giving me such a good hand job I hate to have you raise your arms to get rid of your gown-but the eyeful of your boobs I'm getting out of the deal makes it well worthwhile."
He had her all the way naked now and just lay looking at her. She was on her side, her long blonde hair flowing down her curvaceous waist and partially concealing her pouting breasts. The expression on her face was a combination of nervous anticipation and virginal lust. She had never had it done to her before, but she was almost certain to experience it now, she knew. What would it be like? What would it be like to feel the hard flesh of his cock between the tender, moist lips of her most private parts? Sure, she'd seen others do it-but watching wasn't enough, she wanted to feel it. She took his penis back into her hand without him asking her to and the unexpected move sent a surge of desire through him like a spark.
An oily grin lit his face. "Shit, honey, you weren't kidding me, were you? You're a long ways from being the dumb bunny kid I thought you'd have to be at your age. You love playing with my cock, don't you?"
She nodded her head up and down. "Sure I do. The guys I have for boyfriends are all my age, so theirs are pretty small compared to your big cock. It's really fun to have something in my hands this big. Don't forget me, though. You were lying there looking at me for so long just now I thought you forgot about touching me. Aren't you going to finger-fuck my pussy like you were doing before you took my gown off?"
Her directness surprised and excited him. He lost no time cramming his hand back between her legs.
"Ouch!" she cried. "Slow down, will you? You yanked a couple of my hairs out!"
He realized he'd been a bit too rough with her but he couldn't resist a wisecrack.
"Hairs?" he repeated, chuckling and peering between her thighs at the scanty, blondish-brown curls that barely concealed the rise of her organs. "Hell, them aren't hairs yet. All you got is a little peach fuzz. The fuzz on your snatch isn't much more than the down on a baby duck's back. It'll be a few more years before you have a real woman's muff down there. If you want to see a real nice crotchful of cunt hair, take a look at Jerri's some time. Her fucking cunt is thick as a forest with it."
But his heavy-handed banter didn't faze Karen at all. She was confident by now of her sexual attractiveness to him. She just grinned and went on handling his stiff organ while he did the same with hers. He could just make out a thin line of sweat on her upper lip and knew he must be getting to her.
"Getting awful hot aren't you, honey? That little cunt of yours was wet for a long time but now you're sweating all over," he said to her.
She knew what he meant and licked her tongue over her lip to remove the beads of moisture that had sprung up there. Even the salty taste of her own sweat was somehow a little exciting to her, she noted. She must really be getting hot for that to happen. Maybe she'd be able to have her first good orgasm if this kept up.
I've been so darned close to it without getting it, she thought to herself, as he manipulated her wet folds. Maybe he can make me really get my cookies off like the older girls at school say they've had a boy do with them.
She squirmed toward him and brazenly widened her legs so his fingers could slip in deeper. The look on her face as she did it was almost as exciting to him as the motion itself. Her expression plainly told him she knew it was naughty and nasty to act like she was doing, but that she was so lustful she was going to do it anyway.
"You're needing more than just a finger or two in your pussy now, aren't you?" he commented greedily.
The time was near when he was bound to discover she was a virgin, she realized with a start. She was prepared for whatever pain might come and she knew she'd probably bleed a little. But she'd made him believe she was much more experienced than she was and was afraid he might look down on her for still having her maidenhead after the knowing way she'd been acting.
"I'm sure hot, all right," she acknowledged. "And I ... I ... I do need more than just your fingers in my pussy. You sure have a big one though. It's going to be an awfully tight fit. Are you sure I'm big enough to take it from you? I told you the guys I ... the guys I'm used to are much smaller than you."
"Don't worry, sweetie," he cajoled. "I won't hurt you any. I'll feed it to you a little at a time. I know damned well I can get the head in at least partway and-oh shit, I'm getting so god damned horny from talking to you about it I can't stand it, I have to do it instead of just yammering about it!"
He pushed himself against her soft, warm front and applied his glans against the swelling, downy mound. Her hands never left its stiff shaft. When she felt the wonderful point of pleasure of his hot glans against her sex, she caught her breath. A quick gasp escaped from her throat.
Wow, she thought to herself, if it feels this good just on the outside, I just have to have him stick it all the way in no matter if he does find out I'm cherry! My gosh, it feels fantastic to have someone's cock right up against your pussy like this!
Kathie was all eyes and ears. Her little fingers were fluttering between her thighs like a drunk butterfly. Boy, Sis is really about to get it now. The head of his thing's right on her naked cunny! she thought to herself with alarm.
"Ummmm," moaned Karen, as he pressed his organ into her. "Oh, wow, that really turns me on. Go ahead and stick it in even if it does hurt a little bit!"
"You sweet little cutie," he wheezed, "I'm gonna do just that. I'm gonna do that very thing,"
Karen was flat on her back now and Rodney was splitting her open. Slowly but surely, his magnificent member was sliding into the hot interior of her virginal young orifice. It seemed to her that she could feel every smooth outline of its bullet-shaped nose.
"Unghhh," she groaned. Her voice, normally quite high, Was now lowering its pitch from the intense passion she was beginning to experience. She turned her head to one side and her thick hair spread over the pillow and most of her chest.
Rodney couldn't stand to have her beautiful young breasts covered up by anything. "Gimme some titty," he gasped, stretching his head upward over the flat plain of her smooth belly. "You got a pair of the sweetest little jugs I've ever seen. I can't fuck you right unless I have my hands on them!"
She felt his face move toward her breasts. These two firm mounds of flesh were, after all, something which she was extremely proud of. To have him tell her that about her little beauties was terribly gratifying and exciting to her. Of course she wanted his hands on them. Even the softness of her thick hair was too much cover for them at a time like this. She wanted them naked in his hands and even more if he wanted-and she'd tell him so.
"Oh, gosh," she cried, "sure you can put your hands on 'em, Rodney. Grab 'em both tight and feel me up all you want. I love it. You can put more than your hands on them if you want to-I don't even care if you ... kiss them!"
Rodney was sweating to beat the band. He took her fat, slick nubbins in his hands and kneaded them like dough for several seconds. They were both so slippery they felt like they had been rubbed down with warm lanolin. He started to make some comment about what she offered him, but at the last second he became too excited to wait and just did it. She saw his face looming over her swollen chest and raised it up to meet him.
"Ahhhh," he sighed, closing his open mouth over a taut, dark-tipped nipple. Pleasure shot through her entire body. But he wasn't ready to stop there. She felt his mouth leave the spot and dart quickly to her other pert breast. Again his lips wetly enclosed the sensitive flesh, this time enlivened by his probing tongue.
"Ummmm ... ummmmm," she moaned. "Please do that for a long time, will you? Oh, please!"
He felt her hands on his buttocks and his ribs squeezed by her arms. She was pulling his pelvis against her with all her might and moaning like a pup.
"Okay, baby," he mumbled, his words garbled by the nipple in his mouth. "You've showed me you want it awful bad. Here goes-take it in now, sweetheart ... take it in ... take it ... take it!"
On the very first deep thrust, Karen felt the membrane of her virginity give way. His hard penis went crashing deep inside her vagina and out again. Before she could stop to think of pain, it was in and out again. Each time the swollen organ entered her tender channel it forced the split in her maidenhead to grow larger, and in a very few seconds she was most definitely not a virgin anymore. But the sensation was so exciting to her that she barely felt the pain. The heat and sweet wetness of his thrusts were so sexy and satisfying to her precocious young flesh that the pain was negligible.
She put her hands on his head and pressed his mouth against her nipple as he bored away at her nether region. She was sweating in great, rolling beads and the erotic scent of her wet underarms filled his nostrils with the unmistakable aroma of her damp excitement. The hard tip of her nipple strutted before the loving attack of his tongue like a good soldier.
Kathie was up on her hands and knees now, straining her neck to see every possible detail. The covers were stretched over her back, her panties were halfway down her legs, and her hand was busy as a bee between the parted lips of her glistening genitals. She could see the penis going in and out her sister's organs and she could see Rodney's mouth sucking the swollen tips of her breasts.
"Oh, wow," she whispered to herself in the darkness, "I think he's going to make her come. Listen to her-she's as noisy as Jerri was that time."
Kathie was doing a very dedicated job of stimulating her own sensitive spot. But although she had made herself very wet for the first time, she wasn't quite able to attain an orgasm when they did. As she looked on, Karen and the young man gripped each other tighter and tighter, twisting and turning their damp bodies until they both fell heavily on the bedspread and quit moving. She could hear them breathing loud and raspy for a few minutes after.
"Lie still and I'll clean us up," Karen suddenly told Rodney, taking him by surprise.
Jesus, he thought to himself, the little chick's acting like a pro at this.
But the real reason was that she was anxious to keep him from finding out that he had been her first real lover. She hurried to the bathroom for a wet washcloth and carefully wiped his penis-all signs of blood were removed. Then she washed herself off good from the hot water faucet. Her secret was safe.
Rodney was exhausted. He had come to the Spicer house for a date with Jerri, but had wound up in bed with both her mother and her little sister. It was much too much to think about. As he stumbled off to the guest bedroom to sleep, he hesitated a minute at the door. "Okay, sugar," he told Karen, "you can fuck like a mink. For a thirteen-year-old, you really know how to handle that pussy and tits. But just be damned sure you handle your mouth as well. Know what I mean?"
She warmed under the compliment and turned her face up to him with a knowing little grin. "Don't worry, I won't tell Mom or Jerri. I'd be in as much trouble as you if they found out."
He glanced down the stairs at Jane Spicer, saw that she was still blissfully sleeping, then went on to the guest room and was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.
Back in the girls' room, Karen was also nearly asleep. But as she drifted off, she thought of her upcoming study date with Kenny. Now she could be sure she'd be up to his expectations. Fifteen used to sound old to her, she mused, but after letting her sister's twenty-one-year-old boyfriend take her cherry Kenny would be easy to handle.
Kathie wasn't asleep yet either. She was thinking about Rodney's remark as he left and about Karen's answer. She had almost forgotten that it was, after all, Jerri's boyfriend she'd been watching in bed with Karen. Then she thought of Karen's date with Kenny.
Hmmmm, she thought to herself excitedly. If Karen can do things with her big sis's boyfriend, maybe I can too-with Kenny! Wouldn't that be groovy if I could figure out a way to get him to screw me?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kathie went to sleep that night with her fingers between the still-moist lips of her hairless young pubic mound. And in her dreams came scenes of faceless boys trying to see up her dress. She was laughing and running about between them. From time to time she yanked her skirt up and let one of them see the frilly panties she wore. It was always the same boy, and he was the only one she could recognize. It was Kenny, the boy who was coming to study with Karen.
Jane, deep in an alcoholic stupor, slept long and well. When she finally did wake up her head felt like it had been run over by a coal truck. She jumped up from the chair in which she'd spent the night, thought wildly and nervously about the events of the night before, then headed for the bathroom.
After a good hot show she felt much better. She was amazed at what little guilt she felt about letting her daughter's young boyfriend make love to her. Amazed and pleased. The liquor had helped, of course, but it had mainly been because she wanted to do it. Once she admitted that fact to herself, everything else fell pretty well into perspective. Maybe she'd been being much too hard on herself about her sexual desires. They existed. Why not admit them and do something to satisfy them? Suddenly she was able to be very objective about things. She marched straight upstairs and woke Rodney up.
"Lover, you were great fun last night," she candidly told him. "And I'm sorry I conked out on you before the second session. But you'd better get up and hightail it out of here before Jerri comes home and wants to know what's been going on. I can keep the girls quiet about you spending the night here, but you'd better scat."
He was up and into his clothes in seconds. On the way out the door he asked if he could ever see Jane again, and she replied, "Maybe you can. We'll see." She smiled to herself as she heard his car drive away. She was feeling pretty confident.
The phone rang. It was an unfamiliar voice. Oh, no, she thought to herself, if it's ... if it's that obscene caller again, I'll scream. Jane had no idea the obscene caller had phoned once while she was out and talked to her daughter; the exact thing she feared. But it wasn't him at all.
"For shame, Jane," chided the man. "This is Herbert. Herbert out at Twin Acres!"
She was embarrassed at not recognizing his voice. It was the golf pro at the country club where she and her husband used to spend a lot of time before he passed away. She apologized and they made small talk for a few minutes, then he got down to business. He told her he'd seen her having dinner with someone one night at a restaurant and wanted to know if she'd go out with him.
She knew he must have seen her with either Harry or Terry, but didn't know which one. It didn't matter. She let him know that she was through grieving over her husband's death and that she'd be glad to go out with him sometime. A date was set to play a few rounds of golf the following Sunday afternoon and she hung up, smiling.
A few days before, she would have been ashamed to know that Herbert had spotted her with another man. Now she didn't care at all. She was even glad. For Herbert, she well remembered, was a quite good-looking man. He had been a good friend of her husband's. Now she just might accept him as a good friend of her own.
She thought of how smart he always looked in his golfing clothes, with his tanned face and his strong white teeth. He was only a few years younger than her husband, but he was a very appealing man. It just might be that he would become a very good friend to her, she mused. It all depended on him. With her new sense of gradually changing values about sex, Jane was ready for almost anything.
Jerri came home that afternoon, reported that her date had been fun but not fun enough, and promptly went to bed. The next day she explained to her mother that the boy was cute enough, but had tried to weasel out of paying checks and getting her to do it on some pretext. She wasn't going to see him anymore. She wanted to know if Rodney had called while she was out. It was hard for Jane to control her voice, but she did.
"Why, yes, dear, he did," she said. "Not on the phone though. In person. He dropped by-"
"You told him what I asked you to, didn't you, Mom?" broke in Jerri. "You didn't tell him I was out with another guy did you?"
Jane assured her that she had done exactly as requested, adding that she had even poured Rodney a drink. She was "Sure that he'd be getting in touch with her soon, she said to Jerri. She made no mention of what happened after the drink.
The girl brightened. "That's swell, Mom," she gushed. "I knew I could count on you."
Both Karen and Kathie were especially quiet that day, Jane noted. She didn't know why, but she enjoyed the change. Maybe they were both finally getting to be little ladies after all. Before long she should take them aside and tell them a little about the facts of life. Karen, at least. That brassiere she was so proud of-getting to wear was looking awfully full lately. It wouldn't be long before boys would start to notice it.
The following Sunday afternoon when Jane was getting ready for her date with Herbert, she called Jerri into her bedroom.
"Tell me the truth now, honey," she told her. "Do you think I look silly like this? Like I'm trying to look like a teen-ager or anything like that? I'm trying to decide-"
"Mom, you look great! You know how young everyone says you look- wearing that blouse without a bra makes you look even younger. No hard edges and boney-looking places like with a bra. But what in the world ever made you change your mind about it? Jeez, you even got uptight about me going braless last week. Now you're doing it yourself!" exclaimed Jerri, her eyes full of surprise.
"Oh, I don't know," answered Jane, a little defensively. "I've never been really closed to the idea. You know I have an open mind about most things, dear. I just thought it looked sort of cheap or something. Now ... now I think I see it more the way you said. You know, more natural. So I thought I might dress that way on my golf date with Herbert this afternoon if you thought-"
"No, Mom, I think you look just great. Really! Let's face it. You've got ... I mean you're really built nice. If you don't mind hearing your daughter say such a thing, I think you're really lucky to have such fine boobs at thirty-seven, I mean there's hardly any sagging and they're so-oh I'd better shut up. You'll think I'm queer for you." Jerri said.
Jane shrugged off the compliment. It was settled then. She would wear her short golfing skirt and wear her the loose top with nothing underneath but her skin.
Jerri waved to her as she went into the patio to meet Herbert when he drove up and told her to have a good time. He was pretty good-looking, she decided, even if he was too old for her tastes by a few years. It was almost like their roles had become reversed and she was the mother seeing Jane, the daughter, off on her date.
Hmmm, she mused, watching the pair drive away from the house, Mom's really a pretty groovy woman. Even if she is my mother. She remembered that Rodney complimented her on how attractive her mother was after he first met her. She smiled wryly. If she didn't watch out, she jokingly thought, Rodney might even start getting eyes for her mom.
Then she turned to the full-length hall mirror and surveyed her own looks. The slim, finely shaped legs; the high, prominent breasts; the teasing jut of her firm buttocks; the thick head of shiny black hair and the pretty, smooth-complexioned face-nothing had changed. She could more than hold her own with most competition.
The thought of Rodney made her get a tiny bit warm inside her panties. After letting her more recent date make love to her and then deciding to drop him, it would be very nice to be naked again with Rodney.
Kathie's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Hey, Sis, do me a favor, will you? Karen says the pictures in this book are nasty. She says girls that feel each other up like in these pictures are queers. Is that true? Is it really bad to do what they're doing to each other? I'm afraid to ask Mom."
Jerri took one look at the opened page and did a double take. Apparently her little sister was growing up pretty fast. "Okay, honey," she said to Kathie. "Come sit in my room so Karen won't bother you. I guess this is something I better have a long talk with you about."
The little girl was delighted at her big sister's understanding response and happily scampered up the stairs, the book clasped tightly in her hand.
A few miles outside of town at Twin Acres, not a soul was scampering. It was too hot. The sun beat down on the golf cart canopy with relentless heat, and by the time Jane and Herbert reached the third hole, both were sweating like field hands.
"Ha ha!" he boomed. "If we had any sense we'd quit swinging these clubs and head off through the thickets to the lake. It's a lot cooler down there, I bet."
Jane's answer floored him. "Sounds good to me," she said. "And it would be a lot more comfortable if we didn't have these hot clothes on too. Too bad we aren't nudists."
She had to be kidding, but the idea sounded awfully sweet coming from her mouth whether she meant it or not. But as he headed the golf cart on toward the fourth green, she asked if that was the way to the lake and he realized she was serious.
He turned off the fairway and headed through the thicket. As the resident golf pro of the club, he thanked heaven he knew the grounds well enough to know where the place was. He smiled to himself. It was a very private place. They parked in the shade and he brought out a cold thermos bottle of martinis.
Jane started to accept a drink but then refused it. For once, she decided, she would not rely on alcohol to prime her for lovemaking. If that's what should happen to be on Herbert's mind, she'd make out just fine without any drinks this time. But she encouraged Herbert to have a martini, so he wasn't put off by her refusal. She noticed him staring at her breasts and felt secretly quite proud of them. She took care not to show them off by posturing or assuming certain positions. Some women, she knew, always did that even if they didn't have much to show. Without the bra she always wore, Jane had no doubt about the attractiveness of her torso. She could feel the tips of her nipples against her loose top and knew that Herbert could easily make them out. And they were still soft too. How would they look to him if they got hard?
He made himself another drink and asked her to sit on the grass under a big tree by the lake. When she sat down she did it with the utmost casualness, paying no attention at all to how her short golfing skirt behaved. She was completely natural. Herbert was watching like a hawk, though he did his best to keep it from being obvious.
He'd seen women show off on purpose before plenty of times, giving a man an "accidental" and teasing shot up their dress or down their blouse. That was enjoyable enough. But Jane was different. He got the impression from her unhurried, casual manner that she was quite aware that she had a good body and simply didn't need to call attention to it. This was even sexier, he thought.
He could see about six inches above her knees with no trouble, and the darkness that blocked him from seeing any higher was erotic and mysterious to him. Damn! How he'd like to see just a few more inches up those smooth, slender thighs! Her remark about nudism had been burning in his ears ever since he heard it. He had to pursue the subject even if he made an ass of himself. It would be arousing to Herbert just to talk about being naked with this sex pot.
He brought up the subject as unobtrusively as possible and then plunged on and made it personal. He asked her if she ever sun-bathed around her house with no clothes on and she told him she did. The thought of her lying naked in her patio made his Adam's apple jerk. He said it was a shame to let all the sun go to waste since it was too hot for golf and she readily agreed. His mouth got dry.
"Listen," he said, "nobody can see you here. Hell, if you want to, strip down a little so you can add to your tan ... heh heh ... I mean, you'd be uncomfortable with me around if you were completely naked but-"
Her very nervousness about mentioning the matter was exciting to her. She knew he was dying to see her with as much bare skin as possible. She grinned and took off her shoes as he spoke, then interrupted him. "Not really, Herbert," she said slowly. "We're both adults. We've seen people with no clothes on before. I'd be lying if I told you my husband was the only man I'd ever seen in the buff. And I'm sure you must have seen more than a few naked women in your time."
The blood pounded in his head. My God, was he going to get her to strip in front of him? He was especially complimented by her last observation and grinned acknowledgment ... Now her hands were on the zipper of her skirt and she was fooling with the snap. The sight of her naked feet in the grass made him think of having the rest of her luscious body the same way. He leaned forward.
"Here, Jane," "he said, not believing his good fortune. "Let me help you with that."
He undid the snap and laid open the side of her skirt. His eyes were fixed on the black silk material of her undergarment. It was all he-could do to keep from cramming his hand inside and feeling. She asked if he was going to strip too and for a second his mind boggled. This was too good to be true. If she was just teasing him he'd kill himself. "Sure," he answered. "Can't let you get all the sun."
He took off his shoes and shirt and when he looked up Jane was sitting on the grass in nothing but her long top. The bottom of it came just below her crotch, preventing him from seeing her sex by the barest margin. And as he watched with bated breath, she began unbuttoning even that.
She glanced up and saw him sitting in his pants. Nice shoulders, she observed, and solidly muscled arms. When he made no move to go further, she egged him on. "Not leaving your pants on, are you?" she calmly asked. "Don't you want to be tan all over?"
He'd let this go far enough, he thought with frustration. He was through playing the part of the gentleman. "Listen, Jane," he told her, "if you want to know the truth I left my pants on so I wouldn't embarrass you. I've been getting hot as hell from watching you, and my cock's hard as a brick."
She laughed softly. "It isn't exactly a secret. I noticed it sticking up under your pants back when we were still in the golf cart. But you ought to give me more credit, Herbert. Seeing your cock won't embarrass me. It'll do something different."
He jerked his belt from its loops and tossed it on the ground, then kicked his pants off. His penis stood straight out under his boxer shorts. "You mean you'll like seeing it?" he asked. "Is that how it'll make you feel? Here it is then!" He pulled his shorts down and his firm member sprang free. The look in her eyes was openly appreciative.
"Nice," she said huskily, "nice. You're built real good. The hell with the sun-bathing, Herbert. Seeing that thing makes me think of something else."
He was feverish with desire. "God damn it, that's the kind of straight talk I like from a woman. Get that top off, will you? You must know Fm champing at the bit to see those big jugs of yours. I knew fucking well you weren't wearing a bra over them when I first picked you up today. And how about your panties? They're still on."
"Watch me," she told him. "They're coming off."
"If you don't hurry up about it, I'm going to come off myself," he said with a grin.
"That'd be a shame, Herbert," she pouted. "Don't let that happen just yet, will you?" She unbuttoned the bottom and let the breeze blow her top open. Her fully packed breasts bobbed nakedly in front of his eyes.
"Jesus Christ, honey!" he exploded. "I hope you don't expect me to keep my hands off those damn things!"
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She knelt then from her sitting position and stuck her thumb in the waistband of her black lace panties. With slow, sensuous manipulations of her hand and hips, she worked the undergarment downward over the tanned loveliness of her slender legs. She watched his penis bob with life as he looked on.
"If those fucking things are coining off," Herbert suddenly fumed, "they got to come off a hell of a lot faster than that." He made his move, stepping to her and taking the top of the filmy undergarment in his hand and holding her wrist with the other. Then he drew them down to her knees and urged her onto her feet. When she was standing up he jerked them to her ankles and stepped between her feet, holding the panties to the ground. Then he took her in his arms and pulled her sideways, leaving the panties on the grass and her lush body completely naked.
She felt the heat of his hard member against her bare groin. The touch made her go weak against his broad chest and throw her arms around his back. "Hug me, Herbert," she said. "I was a bitch for teasing you like that. I was taking way too much time to get naked. I'm glad you finished the job for me."
He smiled and pulled her tighter, insinuating the end of his stiff organ into the curly forest between her legs. "Feel that?" he wanted to know.
"Ummmm, God, you know I do!" she said. "I know a better place for it, though."
"You're hot for me already, aren't you?" he said, amazed. "I could go for it now too, baby, but I got to love you up more before I stick it in. Here, lie down on the grass so I can get some good loving from you before I shove it to you."
He picked her up in his arms and eagerly lay her down on the ground under the shade of the tree. She lay limp like putty and let him do what he wanted. He started kissing her mouth and face, then moved lower to her neck and upper chest. "You know I got to suck this pair of tits some, baby," he whispered. "You know I got to do that."
She brazenly took his hand and shoved it between her legs and at the same time, grabbed the stalk of his member. "Suck all you want, lover," she said. "I love it. But work on my cunt some, too. I'm so hot I want a little bit of love there."
He moved his fingers all over her groin with frantic, nervous motions, then took her outer lips firmly between his thumb and forefinger. "Lemme get you nice and wet down there then," he said consolingly. "If you want to be loved there you got to be prepared for it."
The second his fingers touched the naked flesh of her sex, underneath all her hairs, he found out she was plenty wet already. Her love juices flowed across the slick surface of her warm vulva and made her curls stick to her skin in ringlets. "Shit, you're hot as hell already!" he exclaimed. "You don't even need to be fingered!"
"Maybe I don't need to be," she whispered, "but I want to be. My pussy's wet okay, but it's going to get even wetter if you play with it. God ahead and finger-fuck it for me."
As she spoke she moved her own hand on his penis. She had just been holding it until then and that was exciting enough. But when she moved it, he felt the moistness of her fingers and palm slide up and down and groaned from the pleasure.
Her vagina was making little undulations.
The action of his fingers on her slippery outer lips was getting her excited awfully fast. She knew he was very hot too and didn't want to risk having him reach his peak with his organ still in her hand, so she raised her knees and urged him downward.
"I need more than just a plain fuck from you, baby," he told her, rising slightly off her body.
He wants me to blow him, she thought to herself. He wants my mouth on his cock for a few minutes before he rams it in where I need it. Okay by me, as long as there's plenty left for later. But she was wrong. He flipped her over on her stomach and grabbed a breast in each hand from behind. Then she was surprised by the touch of his penis against the back of her long legs". For a little while he was content to rub it up and down the surfaces, but soon he pushed hard and forced her thighs apart. The hot head of the instrument pressed upwards toward the cheeks of her buttocks and she felt it touch the soft skin of the rounded hillocks. "Hey, what's going on?" she cried. "You trying to-"
"I'm not trying, I'm doing it, baby," he grunted, pumping away on top of her. "If you've never had it in the ass, just hang on. You'll love it back there!"
And with that he parted the tight orifice between her firm globes and shoved himself up her rectum.
"Ouch!" she cried, experiencing a man's penis there for the first time. But very quickly the initial pain was gone and she discovered she was enjoying it. It was a little like having her maidenhead busted when she was a girl, she thought. "Ummm," she mumbled, "um um, nobody ever did that to me before ... oooh, keep it up, will you? Keep it coming like that. This is almost as good as in my cunt!"
After a few more strokes he suddenly flipped her over again. He spread her legs and bolted into her moist channel with one motion. "Oh," she cried, "this is fantastic! You get me all worked up behind and now you switch over to my cunt. I need your big fat prick in there now more than ever!"
He was above her like a colossus. His knees were dug in on each side of her hips and his penis was sinking all the way into her, then coming all the way out again. He had his hands on her breasts and was slowly kneading them in time to his thrusts. Her eyes opened and closed as she writhed beneath him.
"Now you got it, now you don't!" he started yelling. "Now you got it-" he lowered his organ and plunged deep inside, "-now you don't!" He withdrew it all the way out and raised his pelvis high. This way she was deprived of any contact with it at the peak of every backstroke. The result was that it felt even better when it finally came rushing back down into her again, parting her outer lips and sinking into her heated canal like a dive bomber.
"Ungh ... ungh," she grunted, picking up the rhythm. "You're burning me up! Oh, shit, you're-"
"Good, baby," he encouraged, "good. That's the way. Meet me every time, feed it to me!"
She raised her pelvis off the grass every time he bore downward, arching her back and letting him split her open. When he jerked it out and raised himself high above her, she dropped her butt to the ground and bounced up again to meet him. "Here it is, lover!" she screamed. "Here it is ... my God, here's my cunt ... fuck away, fuck away at it!"
He looked at her and saw sweat running from her neck and breasts. Her face was screwed up in a tight grimace and her arms were reaching for his shoulders on every down stroke. The hot meat of her burning orifice took every thrust and clamored for more. He couldn't stand it anymore. "Fucking is what you're getting, baby ... fucking is what you're ... oh my God, my nuts are busting ... I'm-" he gasped.
"Shoot it in me, lover!" she screamed, pumping her pelvis as fast as she could. "I'm starting to come myself ... go ahead and get your nuts off in me ... shoot me full of it ... oh ... ooooh ... ahhhh ... aiiii!"
Herbert dug his toes in the dirt and thrust himself into her like a battering ram. The end of his instrument buried itself deep in her steaming slit and erupted like a volcano. He gasped like he was dying and yelled at the top of his lungs. Then it was over. He slipped forward against her sweaty body, kissed the nipple of a breast as his mouth slid past, and lay gasping for breath on the grass beside her.
Several minutes later when he recovered he stumbled to the golf cart and took out the thermos of martinis. He poured a stream over his limp organ to wash off the remaining sperm, wiped it off with a handkerchief, and turned to Jane. "Would you like some?" he asked, grinning. "You turned it down before, but maybe you'd like to wash yourself out with it a little. Sorry I can't offer you a shower."
"No thanks," she declined. "It may not hurt you to do that but if I ever let that alcohol touch the inside of my cunt it would burn like fire. We girls are a little more delicate than you fellows, you know. I've got a better idea."
She took a rag and walked a few yards to the lake, dipped the cloth in and washed off her vagina. As he watched her squatting there he thought how surprised and delighted he would be to come up on her and catch her doing that. If he didn't know her and just happened upon her there, the sight would make him come in his pants.
After they were fully dressed and ready to drive the golf cart back onto the fairway the sun was already starting to go down. He waved a hand at the western horizon. "It's cool enough to continue our golf game now, but I don't much feel like it. Do you? What we did was much better than whacking a little white ball around all afternoon," he said.
"That kind of talk doesn't sound like something a golf pro would say," she observed. "You sportsmen are supposed to be in love with your game. What would the players think if they heard you talking like that, demeaning their game?"
He accepted her friendly teasing with a smile, then pointed out, "That's nothing. What if I told them it took me an hour and a half to tee off on the fourth hole?"
"But we didn't get that far," she began, then stopped herself as she caught his joke. "If it's this hole you're talking about, mister," she said, pointing into her lap, "you'd just better not tell the boys anything at all about it."
All the way to her house he thought about how lucky he'd been to think of calling Jane and how great it was going to be the next time. But he was overconfident. He was sure she'd go out with him the following weekend but when he asked her she was indifferent. His pride was hurt so he pushed the point. "You must have got something from it today," he protested. "You sure seemed to like it when I was fucking you. Why won't you commit yourself about another date with me? Wouldn't you like to keep things happening between us?"
Her answer was icy. "I never denied liking it when you fucked me. But letting you do that to me once had nothing to do with the future. I might go out with you again and I might not. It's a big world, Herbert. There are a lot of attractive people in it-men as well as women. This isn't the nineteenth century, you know. Women have a choice about their sex lives now just as men do."
She left his car without inviting him inside and he peeled away from the curb, scattering gravel with his tires. "Go to hell, you dumb whore!" he yelled out the window as he turned the corner. "You probably fuck everybody in town!"
As he disappeared down the street she walked through the patio and looked around to see if any of her daughters had been within earshot of his voice. She was proud of herself for holding her ground and laying down the law to Herbert, but she hoped no one had heard him yell at her like that. No one was in sight and she breathed a sigh of relief. She changed clothes and went to the market. Tonight was the night Karen's young boyfriend was coming over to study and she wanted to pick up something nice for the pair to snack on.
Jerri was in her room taking a nap. She had a date with Rodney and wanted to be fresh and ready for plenty of action with him. Kathie was lying in her room on the bed, but she wasn't sleeping. She was in deep thought. Jerri had spent several minutes with her that afternoon telling her about the pictures in her book. What she told her disagreed with what Karen had claimed when she made the mistake of asking her. And she was certain that Jerri knew much more about things than thirteen-year-old Karen.
According to Jerri it was simple. Some girls liked to make love to other girls better than with men. As long as both participants wanted to do it, there wasn't a thing wrong with it. But there were laws against it so you couldn't tell anybody if you were that way. Ages ago, in the time when the statutes in the book were made, there had been no law against such things and so it was more common. And it wasn't nasty or evil, and you shouldn't call those who liked it "queers" or make fun of them.
When Kathie asked if Jerri had ever done anything like that with another girl, the older girl was tongue tied for a minute. Finally she said that she had played around with a few girls when she was younger, but that she never did it anymore because men were much more fun. If a girl didn't have any other way to get sex, it was possible she night go to another girl for it-otherwise it wasn't necessary. Then Jerri had suddenly stopped herself and told Kathie a girl her age didn't need to know about such things anyway. She had seemed a little embarrassed that she had let herself get into such a subject with Kathie.
Kathie lay and fretted. She was old enough to want sex even if Jerri didn't know it. She didn't dare tell her about how she and Karen had peeked In on her and Rodney but she knew watching them had made her awfully hot. And nowadays she played with herself every single night after the lights were off and she was snug under the covers. She just knew she was about to reach the point where she could make herself come. If only some boy would come along and want to do things like that with her!
Then she remembered what Jerri told her-if a girl didn't have any other way to get sex, that's when it was possible to go to another girl for it. Well, she didn't have any other way to get it. Maybe she could do that with some girl. She was sure if Karen would allow it, it would make them both feel good. The time she touched her between the legs while she was sleeping had been real nice for her. She thought it had been the same way for Karen, too, if she would just admit it.
She lay on the bed with her legs tight together while she thought about the idea of her and Karen masturbating each other. She had discovered that felt real good sometimes even without putting her hand there. Then her thoughts turned to Karen's boyfriend Kenny. She remembered how Karen had let Jerri's boyfriend go to bed with her, and her idea that maybe she could somehow do the same thing with Karen's boyfriend to pay her back. She grinned impishly and squeezed her legs tighter together. If she did it, she'd be doing it mainly for her own satisfaction.
The hall phone shook her away from her daydreams. Then came Karen's voice from the bathroom. "Kathie, will you please get that? I'm in the bathtub and Jerri's taking a nap."
Kathie answered the phone and a deep, unfamiliar man's voice asked who was speaking. She told him and he asked if she had a sister named Karen. When Kathie said she was in the bathtub and couldn't talk, the man quickly said that was all right, he wanted to talk to her. He told her not to tell Karen who was on the phone. That appealed to the girl's sense of mystery so she agreed. He asked how old she was, what she looked like, where she went to school and such things.
He still hadn't identified himself but Kathie was intrigued by his husky, pleasant voice so she kept answering his questions. Since his interest in her pleased her so much, she went right ahead and replied to everything he said, no matter what it was. It was fun to have someone interested in her for a change instead of her older sisters. It was really fun talking to the strange caller. He paid her all kinds of compliments and told her he wished he could see her, that she must be "cute as a bug's ear."
Kathie giggled and he asked if someone was tickling her in the ribs. Then he started asking very personal questions. She knew she probably would be in big trouble if her mother ever heard her answering such things as he asked, but it was exciting to her to hear him say such naughty things to her.
"You said you were ten," he went on. "Got any peach fuzz on your pussy yet?"
She giggled uproariously and lied to him. "A little bit," she confided. "No ninnies yet but a little fuzz on my cunny."
" 'Cunny'?*' he questioned. "That what you call it? Ever see your sister's?"
"Sure," responded Kathie, "lots of times."
"And her 'ninnies'?" he pursued. "You see them too?" His voice seemed kind of shaky to the girl.
She said yes and he asked if she ever touched them. Kathie told him she hadn't but added that she had touched her sister in "an even better place."
"Where?" he asked, his voice nervous.
"Once, when she was asleep, I went up and touched her cunny," the child told him. "But she woke up and I had to quit."
"How about your own?" he asked. "Ever play with it? Do you ever put your hands in your panties when you're by yourself and make it feel good? Does your sister ever do it?"
For some reason Kathie became a little shy when the questions got this close to home. Finally she said, "I ... I do sometimes. And I know Karen does too, But I've seen her up close once. Why do you want to know all that stuff?"
"I'll tell you in a minute," the man said. "Just tell me a few more things about yourself first. What color panties are you wearing right now?"
"I'll have to look," she answered dutifully. He could hear a rustling noise. She pulled up the front of her dress and glanced at the undergarment. "Just plain old blue ones," she said. "They're kind of old. There's a hole in them."
"There is?" he repeated. He seemed very interested in that detail, "Where is it? Where's that hole at?"
"Well, if you must know," she replied, "it's right in front. It's right next to my cunny and sort of off to the side a little. Why?"
He ignored her question. "Wait a minute, don't put your dress down yet. Are you looking at it right now?"
She said she was and he asked her how she was sitting, with her legs spread or wide apart. She told him fairly wide apart but not too wide apart, and he asked her if there was enough room there for her hand. She giggled and said there was. Then he asked her why she didn't stick her finger in the hole and play with herself through it? She giggled and said she didn't have to, that she already had her hand in her panties and had had it there for several minutes.
"You ... you have?" he ejaculated. "You've got your fingers in that sweet little pus-in that sweet little 'cunny' of yours?"
"Yeah," she innocently responded. "You got me hot talking to me about what I looked like and my sister and all that, so I started fooling with my cunny while you were talking. I couldn't do much for myself through that hole-it's "too little for me to get my fingers into. But I'm sure doing plenty down in the front of them right now."
"And ... and your sister," he went on. "She's in the bathroom right now naked in the tub, you said. What if she ^aw you fingering yourself right now? Would she ... do you think she'd want to take over and do it for you herself or-"
"I don't know," broke in Kathie, "but if she'd let me, I'd love to do hers for her. Heck, I'd even get in between her legs and kiss it for her if I could. I've seen pictures of girls doing that and I wouldn't be afraid to!"
Now the caller was barely intelligible. "Yes ... yes," he croaked, "that would be lovely ... that's why I've been asking you all these questions, sweety. I'm crazy about people jacking themselves off and jacking each other off. I'm ... oh God, I can't stand it ... I'm doing the same thing to myself. You hear me, Kathie, I'm doing the same thing! I wish you could see me, honey, and see my great big cock. It's about to ... ohhhh ... it's gonna ... ahhh ... shoot off!"
She kept listening but after the sound of the receiver hitting the floor, no sound came for a long time. She said hello several times but didn't get an answer for a long time. She just kept playing with herself and waiting for him to talk again. Finally she heard his voice say, "Be good, sweety. Be good and jack yourself off a lot and I'll be in touch with you again. I want to see you and your sister naked together. You just wait, I'll surprise you soon and you'll see me when you least expect it,"
"Kathie!" yelled a sudden voice, scaring the youngster out of her wits. "Kathie, what in the world are you doing?" It was Karen, standing dripping-wet in the hall with her hands on her slim hips and her blonde hair plastered to her face.
There was no way for Kathie to get out of her predicament. She was caught. "I ... I'm just jacking myself off, that's all," she answered defiantly. At least it was Karen who caught her and not her mother, she was glad to discover. "Don't make a big deal about it. You know darned well you were doing the very same thing yourself that night we watched Jerri and Rodney screwing!"
Karen had to admit she had little grounds for criticizing her younger sister's masturbation. But what did the telephone have to do with it, she wanted to know? Who was it she'd been talking to? Her pert little breasts jiggled and drops of water flew off as she stood waiting for an answer.
But Kathie wouldn't admit it had been a strange man on the phone. She claimed it was only one of her girl friends from school, and that the phone conversation had nothing to do with her actions.
Before Karen could pursue the matter any further they heard Jerri's voice from downstairs. "Karen, Kenny's here to study with you. Hurry on down here."
"Now see what you've done," Karen said to Kathie. "You've made me late for my date with Kenny."
But then Kenny's voice rang out from the living room. "That's okay, Karen, take your time," he said. "Your big sister's really groovy. I'll just talk to her till you get ready to study."
There was something in his tone that Karen didn't like at all. She pictured him staring at her beautiful sister, and a knot grew in her stomach.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen knew that boys really liked for a girl to have big breasts. The idea of having her young boyfriend gawking at her nineteen-year-old sister's swollen chest and then comparing it with her barely developed mammaries was not pleasant to consider.
"I'll just be a minute, Kenny!" she yelled. Then she dashed for her room to dress. Kathie headed for the bathroom to shower. After masturbating herself for so long, she felt icky. Karen dug through her dresser drawers looking for her favorite brassiere, the one that made her breasts look a little larger than they really were. She couldn't locate it but got the bright idea of getting one out of Jerri's room and wearing it. It would be a few sizes too large, all right, but a little wadded-up tissue would easily correct that minor problem. As she was rummaging around in Jerri's room, she was very nervous. Since Jerri never wore brassieres anymore it shouldn't matter if Karen borrowed one, yet she knew her sister would be angry if she knew-
R-r-r-r-r-ip! The noise startled her out of her wits. She stumbled against the dressing table and turned to discover she'd accidentally snagged a long, ankle-length dress Jerri had hanging on the wall. When Jerri heard the commotion and dashed upstairs, she was furious at what she found. She told Karen it was a brand-new dress she was planning to wear that very night on her date with Rodney. She told her she'd have to start sewing the seam back together that very minute in order to have it ready in time.
Karen protested, saying she didn't know how, and that besides that, Kenny was waiting below and she was already late. But Jerri was adamant about it. She knew she was lying about not being able to sew well enough to fix it. "Kenny'll still be there when you get through. Get hopping on it now, Karen," she demanded. Karen started to work on it.
After a few minutes of being alone with Jerri downstairs, Kenny asked if he could go ahead and start studying by himself until Karen got through. He didn't want to admit it, but the main reason for his request was his uneasiness around Jerri. The girl was so pretty and so many years his senior that he felt stupid. And he found it totally impossible to carry on a conversation with her without staring at her braless, jouncing big breasts. Jerri told him to go ahead and study in Karen's room until she finished her chore. Kathie heard the whole thing from the bathroom.
Gee, she thought to herself, this is the chance I've been waiting for. Kenny's alone in our room and Karen can't study with him for at least an hour or so. After I towel myself off I'll put some of Jerri's perfume on and pay him a little visit.
Rodney arrived much earlier than expected and the only thing Jerri could do was fix him a drink and keep him happy till Karen got her dress repaired. He was anxious to see her and gave her a big hug. She pressed herself against him and gave him a big wet kiss.
"Ummm," he said, "I missed you. How are you, how are your boobs, and how's your puss?"
"Rodney," she grinned, shushing him. "What kind of talk is that for a girl's little sisters to hear. Shhhh! They're both upstairs. And Karen's little boyfriend is up there too."
"Oh yeah?" he wisecracked. "A threesome, huh? A little young for that sort of thing, aren't they?"
She gave him a big french kiss to shut him up and poured him another drink. Before long he changed his mind about going out. He told her she looked great like she was and she didn't need to wait for Karen to fix her dress. He grabbed her and held both palms under her breasts.
"C'mon, honey, loosen up," he persuaded. "Let's leave the upstairs to them and head for your mom's bedroom. You look so great in that pair of jeans and tee-shirt that I can't wait to get you in bed again."
Her mother wasn't going to be home for a long time, she knew. It was a temptation to do it.
He slipped his hand under her thin shirt and started milking her breasts, his eyes pleading with her. That was bad enough. When he slipped his hand down past her front snap and put his fingers to work on her smooth, rounded, panty-covered mound of Venus, it was too much for her to resist. She succumbed to him.
"I'm wanting it as much as you are, Rodney," she whined, "But do try to be quiet, okay? I can't have the kids upstairs hear us."
But he had already lifted her into his arms and was halfway there. He boldly unzipped her fly as he carried and bared the front of her panties, then darted his fingers into the furry muff underneath. "Don't worry, honey," he said, his voice husky with passion. "What I want to do with you is feel you, not yell at you."
"Oh, Rodney," she moaned, "it feels so good to have your fingers on my pussy again. I don't care what happens. Just get my clothes off quick so I can feel your naked skin against me."
He laid her on the bed and fell in beside her. "Right on, baby. But I'm not even naked myself yet. How you gonna feel my-"
"You will be by the time you get my clothes off," she whispered into his ear, interrupting his words.
He felt her fingers grab his belt buckle and knew she meant business for sure.
"Oh, Rodney, I'm gonna love this!" she exclaimed, her breath hot against his face. "I'm just gonna love it from you tonight. My cunt's wet right now from thinking about it and I don't even have your big hot prick in my panties yet!"
They didn't have to worry about the kids upstairs overhearing them at all. Karen was intent on her sewing in Jerri's bedroom, and Kathie had already gone in to flirt with Kenny. She purposely dashed into the room with nothing but a big bath towel on and her hair hung long and wet down her back. She acted surprised at seeing him and he explained what he was doing there. He looked her up and down. Those long legs and that firm little bottom of hers certainly made her look older than ten, he decided; even if she didn't have anything up front yet. He told her 'he'd go back downstairs so she could get into her clothes, but she told him not to bother.
"You don't have to leave," she said. "Really. Karen told me you guys would be studying in here and I don't want to interrupt you even if she isn't here yet. I'll just step around the corner by my bed and slip into my things there."
Before he could respond, she opened a dresser drawer, grabbed handfuls of silky, frilly lingerie, and dashed out of sight around the corner. Almost out of sight. Kenny discovered that by moving his head just a few inches he could see her knees and elbows sticking out and moving around in the air amid a whirl of wispy underwear.
Heck, he rationalized to himself, she may be only ten years old, but she's naked as a jaybird just a few feet away from me. It won't hurt to take a gander at her and see a little bit of what she's got to offer. She doesn't seem shy, that's for sure.
A few houses down the street, an older male was forming the same opinion of the girl's mother. Jane had been hailed by a neighbor who lived down the block as she drove home. She had seen him hundreds of times before but just never had got to know him. From the way he waved and asked her to stop by for a few minutes it was obvious to her that news of her widowhood had something to do with his invitation. Within a single hour things had become very intimate between them. She lounged across his bed with her long legs enticingly stretched toward the headboard and her feet on the pillows. And if he thought she lacked shyness, she thought he lacked sense.
"I've already told you I'd go to bed with you, Clifford," she was saying to him. "But why do you want to go to my house to do it? You're the first man that's ever asked me to do that. Most of them want to take me to their place but you want to go with me to mine."
He put his hand on her leg and stroked it from her ankle toward her knee. "And you're the first woman I've ever met that's open enough to talk about a man fucking her before actually doing it. That kind of thing makes me hard as a rock. As for going to your place to do it, let's just say anticipation is a big part of the pleasure of fucking and I want us to have a lot of it. Fm thinking right now about how nice it's going to be to get in there between your legs and give you a nice working over. And the time it takes to get to your house and crawl into the sack will make me just that much hotter."
She reached and touched his hand as it massaged her leg. It would be great to have it up her dress. "Okay, let's go," she agreed.
His idea about knowing they were going to make love a long time before they did it had a definite appeal, all right. In the car on the way over she felt waves of warmth flow through her loins at the thought of his naked body next to hers. There was something else very appealing about the man too -his deep, masculine voice. She could have sworn she'd heard it before some place but she couldn't remember where.
On the way into her driveway she was already feeling in his lap as he drove and teasingly rubbing his penis through his pants. His hand was in her lap and he was gently fondling her soft pubic area through her skirt.
"Just wait till I get this thing out in the open, Clifford," she told him. "I'm really going to put it to work on me. Fingering each other on the way over here and knowing what we're going to do has got me hot as a pistol."
But as they pulled into her driveway and started to park she saw Rodney's car there. She apologized to Clifford and told him her daughter was supposed to be out with the boy, not sitting at home. If Jerri was there her whole night would be ruined, Jane suddenly realized. She could control Kathie, and even Karen and her boyfriend Kenny. They'd all be upstairs and she'd planned to take Clifford into her own bedroom. But if Jerri and Rodney were in the living room, things would be too tight. She couldn't just waltz in and take Clifford to her bedroom without saying something.
Inside the house she soon discovered the living room was empty. In fact, the place was quiet as a morgue. Then she heard it. A sound coming from the direction of her bedroom. "Ungh ... ungh ... ooh .,. ohh," came the groans.
Jane remembered Rodney's car parked outside and suddenly feared the worst. She couldn't bring a man home and have him find her daughter in bed with somebody-especially her own bed, Clifford would think the Spicers were a family of whores! She knew he heard the sounds so she asked him to please wait in the living room while she straightened things out. She marched into the bedroom.
Rodney, the same young man she'd let into her own pants just a short time before, was bouncing up and down between her daughter's legs like a jumping jack. Jerri's long black hair was tangled and she was huffing and puffing hard under every stroke of his penis. The girl was looking her mother right in the face but she was so near to her climax that it took her several seconds to realize what was going on. Then there was screaming back and forth between her and Rodney till she finally got him to slow down and look over his shoulder. The sight of her mother seeing them didn't faze him at all. "Damn, Jerri," he grunted, "your mother can ... ungh ... just go to ... ungh, ungh ... can just go to hell for all I care!" The sweat was streaming off his face and it was obvious he was too excited to bring himself to a halt. "I'm about to get my rocks off, can't you ... can't you tell?" he yelled.
But Jerri's orgasm had been ruined by the shock of seeing her mother walk in and she told him so. "Go ahead and be a pig about it," she panted. "It's too late for me to get my cookies, but that doesn't matter to you any, does it?"
Rodney gave a few more fast hunches and ejaculated into her. He tumbled sideways and stared dumbly at Jane as he lay on his back beside her naked daughter. "If it'll make you feel any better, Jerri," he said acidly. "Jane didn't exactly improve my climax either."
Jane was too shocked by it all to respond to him but Jerri asked him what he meant by calling her mother by her first name. She didn't even know he knew it, she told him. She jerked the bedspread up over her nakedness out of reflex when her mother kept staring, then felt silly about it and let it slide down again. She had already seen plenty. It was stupid to try and cover anything up this late in the game. Rodney still hadn't answered her question. When she asked him again, he broke into a wide grin.
Jane suddenly realized he was about to tell Jerri about the night he made love to her and wound up staying overnight. It was the one thing she had to avoid. She simply couldn't have her daughter find out such a thing. Fear provoked her into action. She interrupted Rodney before he spoke and her manner changed completely. "Now kids," she warily began, "let's not get too worked up over this little affair. Finding you two here surprised me, of course-that's why I was yelling at you, Jerri. But it didn't shock me. There's a difference, you know."
Jerri sat up in bed. "It didn't?" she asked. She couldn't figure out her mother's sudden change of attitude.
"No," continued Jane. "Not at all. I realize you two are ... are young, healthy people who-well, who are grown up enough to need their sex desires satisfied. You must admit, Jerri, that I've never been a really strict mother, I can understand these things."
Rodney suppressed a guffaw. He saw Jane was willing to do anything to keep Jerri from finding out about them. The wheels turned in his head and he decided to get everything he could out of the situation. "Listen, Jerri, you mom's really cool, you know it? I mean we have to give her credit," he said. He was massaging her breasts openly in front of Jane and when he Saw her stifle a protest, he knew he was in command and that she knew it too.
Within ten minutes the three of them were sitting together on the bed drinking a toast. "To the grooviest mom in the world," he proposed, and they all drank up. Jerri was surprised at what was happening but if he was happy with things, so was she. They kissed and fondled each other in front of Jane. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered for a long time. At first Jerri vehemently shook her head and frowned, but after a little while she started smiling. He had won her over.
"Listen, Mom, Rodney knows a guy who once ... well, who once made love to his girl friend and- and her mother. At the same time! And he says the mother wasn't half as good-looking as you," Jerri blurted out.
All three began to know what was coming. Jane admitted she had changed a lot in recent weeks and was much more adventuresome than she used to be, but she didn't know about anything that far out. But Rodney gave her a knowing glance and she remembered his threat. Maybe she'd go along with it but she had to put up at least a token protest, she felt. Rodney poured them all another drink and soon had his hand on Jane's knee. He began inching it under her dress and she felt shivers go up her spine. Mother and daughter looked at each other and a mutual pact seemed to grow between them.
"Rodney is a nice-looking boy," ventured Jane.
"He's a great lover, Mom," bubbled Jerri, "Let him show you. I won't be a bit jealous."
" 'Course you won't," he told her excitedly. "You'll be getting loved up too, at the same time." He grabbed her naked breasts and shoved his other hand up Jane's dress, drawing the three of them together. "Honey," he said to Jerri, "you're poor mom's still got her clothes on. Let's help her out, huh?"
Their hands flew over the contours of her body and she and Jerri started laughing together like classmates on a picnic. They weren't exactly sure who was going to do what to whom, but they knew whatever resulted from the unholy triangle was going to be dynamite. Jane felt his hands on her exposed panties and even felt Jerri's hands touch her. The girl was so frustrated from having her climax stopped that she was very suggestible, and Rodney had some excellent suggestions.
"Rub her tits, honey," he urged. "Hug her real close ... that's the way. Use your mouth on her nipples, don't be bashful. Oh, that's beautiful. You know you like it When I suck off your tits. Give Jane the same treatment! And here's a little pussy-finger for you."
Their love sounds soon attracted Clifford, but when he peeked in and saw what was happening he turned around and headed straight upstairs. This is much better than I expected, he thought to himself. Fucking Jane would have been fine, hut since she's obviously occupied I'm going to see if I can't find one of those hot little nymphet daughters of hers upstairs.
Things had changed radically among Kenny, Karen, and Kathy. Karen had finished sewing much earlier than Kathie expected and had joined Kenny in their bedroom before the youngster had a change to put her plan into action. She knew she was licked, so she had simply gone into Jerri's room and crawled into bed for the night, rather disappointed and more than a little frustrated. She lay unable to sleep, wishing she'd had the opportunity to see whether she could interest Kenny.
Clifford crept along the hallway toward the only room with a light on. He paused before the partially open door and felt his penis jump in his pants. Karen was sitting on the side of the bed with her dress up above her panties. A teenage boy was with her. She was letting him hug and kiss her, and from the way they were acting it had been going on a little while. He watched and listened intently.
"You really mean it?" the girl was saying. "You thought I was cute the first time you saw me and you wanted to make out with me?"
"Yeah, really," replied the boy. "Especially a certain, special part of you." He grinned and added, "If you're not scared to."
She pulled her head back and gave him her most sophisticated look. It was almost a smirk.
"Listen, Kenny," she haughtily told him, "you think I'd be letting you see this far up my legs if I wasn't ready to put out? I can do anything with you that any girl in your class will do."
She grabbed his hand and pressed it to the outside of her blouse. "And if this is that 'special part' of me you dig, go ahead and explore some there." She had kept her promise and worn the blouse with the large armholes and she knew Be could see inside. She had solved the brassiere problem by doing what Jerri did-leaving it off. She decided her breasts didn't have to be covered by a bra after all.
Kenny could hardly believe his ears. He knew she was very pretty and quite flirty, but he'd thought she was still a virgin. "You mean you aren't cherry?" he said to her.
"What do you think?" she countered. Then she giggled. "Go ahead and find out."
"Oh, wow, you're too much!" he exclaimed. "Lemme see what you feel like under your clothes then!"
He scooted to the center of her bed and lay down, drawing her down with him. Her skirt fell all the way to her stomach and when he touched the snaps, she helped him. She wiggled out of the garment and let it fall onto the floor, then let him reach under the blouse and put his hands on her unprotected breasts. "Ummm," she breathed, "that feels good. Are they big enough for you, Kenny?" She was still overly concerned about their size.
"They're yummy!" he answered. "Your nipples are all hard now too. I bet you feel something else changing too, don't you?"
She knew he was referring to the increasing wetness between her legs but she didn't answer him direct. "Feel and see for yourself," she challenged. "And how about you? Unless you've got a pocket knife in your pants pocket a certain part of you is changing, too."
Kenny rubbed his hands up her slim, firm legs and slipped a finger inside the leg band of her undergarment. She responded by snaking her fingers down the front of his pants and worming them into the fly of his jockey shorts. She took hold of his penis and started playing with it. He felt across the damp, curly hairs of her mound and when he inserted his fingertip into her moist organs she gave out a little cry. Their buttocks began to wriggle and rock back and forth.
As Clifford watched the young pair, they stuck their hands under each other's clothes and hugged each other for dear life. He couldn't stand it anymore without acting. Where was the other girl, he wondered. Damn-if he could just find her. He crept down the hall looking in every door till at last he came to Jerri's room and saw a small form under the covers. Quietly he sneaked close enough to see her face on the pillow and knew it must be Kathie. She had just begun to drift off to sleep. Softly but firmly he put his hands over her eyes.
"Guess who, sweetie?" he asked. At first she jumped in fear but then he spoke again. "If you think hard you can tell who I am," he encouraged.
His gravelly, deep voice was dead give-away. "Hey!" she cried. "You're ... the man I talked to on the phone ... the man that asked me all those questions, aren't you? Wow, where'd you come from? You said you'd surprise me sometime and come see me but I thought you were just saying that. Are you-"
He put a hand to her mouth. "Shhhh!" he cautioned. "Be quiet so nobody'll hear us and catch me in bed with you and we'll have some fun, okay?"
"Really?" she whispered excitedly. "Just you and me, nobody else butting in?" She was still feeling sorry for herself for having to leave Kenny to her sister.
Her reaction was better than he had dared hope. He hugged her immature form through the covers and felt himself shaking with desire. Her small arms wrapped around his neck in the semidarkness and he felt the warmth of her breath on his cheek.
"Yes," he said, "just us. I guarantee you you'll get plenty of attention, sweetie."
She heard his shoes hit the floor. "I'm getting rid of my clothes. If you'll let me get under the covers with you, I'll do so many nice sweet things to you, you'll pop."
"Heck, yes," she replied, "I'll let you in. Here, I'll scoot over so you can get all the way under with me. And can you ... can you make me come? It'd really be groovy if you can make me do that!"
When he used the word "pop," he'd only intended it as a figure of speech but when he realized how she had taken it, he was only too happy to let it stand.
"Make you come?" he repeated, more excited by the minute. "You sweet little cunt, haven't you ever had that happen to you yet? You bet I'll show you how to come!"
He was completely naked now and Kathie wore only her thin cotton nightie. He ran his hands underneath and let his fingers flow over the incredible smoothness of her prepubescent body. She squirmed in his arms and wiggled closer to him. "Hmmm," she said, "it really feels good when you do that."
He touched the hard little nipples on her flat chest and felt them spring to life. "I don't have any ninnies yet," she told him apologetically, "but I-"
"Don't worry about that, sweetie," he consoled. "You don't have to have titties to be big enough to get your cookies. Right here's the thing that'll make you do that."
He brushed his fingertip across the damp nub of her tiny clitoris as he spoke. He played with it a little while but it never got more than just barely damp. His penis was hard as a rock and when he suddenly felt her hand on it he thought he would burst. Somehow her almost childish manipulations seemed more exciting to him than the experienced touch of an adult woman.
I know what your problem is, honey," he said, you need is a little juice down there, that's all."
She started to tell him that her sister had already told her the same thing but she didn't know how to remedy the condition. But before she opened her mouth she felt his head go under the covers and his warm, wet mouth kiss her naked organ. She had never felt anything so exciting in her young life.
"Ooooooo," she cooed. "Oooooo ... ahhhh ... omi-gosh, my cunny's so darned hot I'm gonna ... wow, it really feels funny ... wow ... wow ... I'm getting so hot ... oooo ... oooooo!"
The youngster wrapped her slender thighs around his head and bucked to and fro in the ecstatic throes of her very first climax. She babbled for five minutes about how great it made her feel, then noticed that Clifford had risen and slipped on his shoes. She was panic-stricken. She asked him why he was leaving, whether it was because he never did enter her with his penis and ejaculate. He assured her it was okay, that he would do that later with the others.
"What others?" she asked.
He pulled her gently from bed and took her hand. "You'll see," he said. "Just follow me and do what I tell you. Okay?"
She skipped up and planted a big kiss on his face to assure him of her desire to go with him. He took her to the other bedroom door and pointed inside. Kenny and Karen lay in each other's arms on the bed. It was obvious they had already finished making love and were just idly fondling each other's body. He bent and whispered instructions into Kathie's ear and seconds later they darted into the room and were in bed with the young couple.
Karen was scared stiff at first and Kenny almost castrated himself on the bedpost as he leaped out of the bed. But Clifford quickly spread the teenager's legs apart and plastered his mouth on the wet, red flesh of her vulva. At the same time, Kathie cried, "It's okay, Sis. Relax and let him lick your cunny. He won't hurt you. He's a groove!"
Then she turned to Kenny and said, "Don't be mad at him for taking Karen away from you. It'll just be for a little while. Here, let me make you feel good. She was jacking you off when we came in, wasn't she? But just with her hand. Here, let me do the same thing to you that he's doing to her."
And with that, the precocious youngster put her hand on his penis and edged him toward the bed. When he sat down, she got on her hands and knees between his feet and looked up at him with bright eyes. "I've never done this to a boy before but I know how real good. Hold still and I'll prove it."
She took Kenny's adolescent organ into her small mouth and applied her lips and tongue with wet enthusiasm. His uneasiness vanished at once and he was perfectly content to let her continue. He looked over and saw that the man was hunched up on his knees between Karen's feet, and had his head buried between the soft-skinned columns of her inner thighs. From the noises he heard he had a good idea what his lips and tongue were doing to her organs even though he couldn't see every detail.
Then, quick as a flash, Clifford raised up and left Karen wriggling on the bed and crying for more. He touched Kathie on the shoulder and she hopped, away from Kenny. The pair lay staring up at him with puzzled expressions on their faces but he quickly explained.
"Come on, kids," he urged, "we're all going downstairs. Kathie and I weren't being mean to you. We were just getting you primed up for later. I knew you'd both just got your nuts off and felt a little fagged out, so we just wanted to get your juices going for the fun downstairs."
The three looked at each other dumbly. Even Kathie didn't know what he was talking about, But they were so hot with excitement and full of life that they shrugged their shoulders and followed him down the stairs. Karen and Kathie both began jabbering about how their mother would kill them if she caught them running around the house with no clothes on, not to mention having a man and a boy with them. But Clifford told them not to worry about their mother doing anything to them. He led the young trio to the door of her bedroom and peered inside. Then he indicated they should peek in also. What they saw completely dazed them.
Jerri and their mother were lying in the center of the big bed with their faces buried in each other's pubic hair and their arms around each other's plump bottoms. Their hair was all messed up and they were making slow, sinuous motions together. Rodney was lying against Jerri's back with his penis buried in her rectum and was squeezing Jane's breasts in slow, rhythmic motions while Jerri sucked away at her genitals. The kids looked on with eyes as big as saucers. They had never imagined such a position was possible, much less that their mother and sister would participate in it.
"They're just like in the book, Karen," whispered Kathie. "They're doing just like those statues were doing to each other, except there wasn't any guy with them." She reconsidered. "They're doing better than the book showed!" she exclaimed, grabbing Karen around the waist and pointing, as if her older sister's eyes weren't already glued on the threesome.
Clifford grinned and said to Kenny, "Hey, look at the way Kathie grabbed her sister. Think the girls are getting a few ideas from their mom and big sister?"
"Boy, I wish they would!" he replied. "I'd love to see them lie down and do some sucking on each other."
Karen had been the holdout up to now. But she surprised everyone by telling Kathie, "Mom and Sis sure do look like they're grooving on each other. Let's try it, okay? You're always wanting to, anyway." She put her hand between her little sister's legs and started rubbing her genitals even before they lay down.
Kathie responded enthusiastically by hugging Karen tight and getting a nice, thorough feel of her pooching breasts. Then Kathie sat down between Karen's legs and said, "Hmmm, it smells real sexy all around your cunny hairs. You don't even have to lie down if you don't want to. I'll just lick your cunny while you stand there and watch the others."
"No," said Karen, "I want to lie down on the floor with you. I want to lick yours, too."
At this point Kenny couldn't contain himself. "Wow!" he yelled, "Look, they're really doing it to each other."
His voice was so loud that it was not only Clifford who heard him. So did Jane, Jerri, and Rodney. But Jane and her daughter were too involved to look up and see who it was. Rodney batted his eyes and looked at the four with disarming indifference.
"I don't know who you are, fellow," he said to Clifford, "but you must have been awfully preoccupied when you left your house. The only thing you're wearing is your shoes."
Clifford glanced down and realized he was the only one of the four with shoes on. The other three were stripped naked from head to toe. He grinned and told Rodney they were all dressed right, considering the occasion. Rodney raised up higher in bed and saw what Karen and Kathie were doing to each other on the floor. The movement caused his penis to slip entirely out of Jerri's rectum and made her raise her head at last from her mother's groin. Her sharp intake of breath caused Jane to raise up and look, too.
Jane almost had apoplexy. She started sputtering and yelling but the two young girls were so involved in mouthing each other they didn't hear a word. Then she saw Clifford and for the first time in two hours remembered having left him to wait for her in the living room. There was simply nothing she could say. Nothing.
Clifford smiled good-naturedly and said, "Don't mind me, Jane. I found entertainment for myself." He shrugged his shoulders and pointed to her two writhing young daughters at his feet. "Don't yell at them for what they're doing, honey," he told her. "You know where they learned it, don't you?"
Jane was so confused she wished she would faint. Anything to get out of the situation. If it hadn't been for the few drinks she'd had, she believed she might have become so excited it would have been dangerous. What was going on between her daughters right before her eyes was terrible, she knew. Shameless. How far she had come from the timid widow she had been such a very short time ago!
And when she really thought about it, she realized how much worse things could have been. Suppose one of the girls had been really wild. For a fleeting instant, she had a clear mental vision of Jerri alone somewhere-in a hippie pad, perhaps-with all three of the boys. She saw them undressing her, falling on her, ravishing completely-and Jerri pretending to resist at first, then giving in with relish and actually becoming the leader in the orgy, indulging in all sorts of unspeakable, unheard-of acts ...
Then, just as suddenly, the vision vanished. Jane was sure of one thing. It was her mind that was confused about things, not her body. Her body had simple, specific needs and her mind was not to be trusted. What her body desired at the moment was to have Jerri's mouth back between her legs and to bestow the same wet, private kiss as before on Jerri's sweet, warm organs.
If it honestly felt so wonderful to her to do what they were doing to each other, how could she really condemn her younger daughters for their indulgence in the same act? Surely they would have to keep the neighbors from discovering the family's new sex habits. But that seemed to Jane to be the only real concern. There was no doubt about it. Things were going to be very different around her household.
Jerri dropped her head back into Jane's warm, naked lap and put her mouth to work again on her mother's genitals. A flood of passion flowed through her entire body. She was looking at her two younger daughters very intently now, but in a very different way than before. Clifford, Rodney, and Kenny watched to see what her final reaction to everything would be. Gradually a smile lit her face. She looked at her two young sex-starved daughters with loving eyes as they continued to bury their faces in each other's tender organ. Then she shrugged her shoulders and her smile broadened. "There's only one way I can think of to improve things around here," she said. "Put the girls up here in bed with us. They do look awfully uncomfortable on the floor, poor things!"
Rodney and Kenny laughed, and Clifford stooped to break the little lovers up long enough to move them according to Jane's wishes.
As he got them on their feet and guided them toward the bed, Jane said, "That's right, kids. You might as well come up here with Jerri and me and make it one big happy family. We don't have any secrets from each other now, do we? I guess we let a lot of skeletons out of our closets tonight."
Then she noticed that Clifford and young Kenny were still standing by the door, just looking on. It seemed they weren't sure just what their roles would be. "Come on, you two," she invited. "Didn't mean to leave you out of this. Hop in bed along with everybody else. As long as it doesn't fall apart under us, we have nothing to worry about."
They climbed into the bed and eagerly pressed their naked bodies against the quartet of teeming, sensuous female bodies. Clifford got behind Karen and reached around to cover her moist, pert breasts while Kenny was attracted by .the lush, full body of Jerri. He snuggled up to her back and pressed his hard little penis into her anus like he'd seen Rodney do. It was quite clear that she appreciated it. Rodney got behind young Kathie, who was face to face with Karen, and did the same with her. Their position was now such that whenever the two young girls rubbed into each other, Clifford and Rodney added their heft from behind.
Somewhere in the midst of the rhythmically moving bodies, Jane lay in utter bliss. She couldn't be certain precisely who all the various hands belonged to that were touching her body, but she did know for sure how they felt to her. And the feeling was so maddeningly erotic she had no intention of stopping it.
It was at that exact moment the telephone rang. No one made a real move to answer it, but after the fifth ring Jerri called out from between her mother's slippery thighs and asked, "Now who the heck could that be? Everyone we know is right here on the bed, aren't they?"
From an even more remote point somewhere in the body pile, Clifford's voice attempted an answer to her question. In his deep, rough, masculine tones he growled, "I don't know who it could be, but let's don't answer it. It might be an obscene caller!"
