The boy smiled sweetly, set the heavy bags of groceries on the kitchen table and then walked directly into the bedroom. Fay Williams followed after him, beaming, her pale blue eyes sparkling with expectation.
He was such a handsome boy, so polite and hind.
She watched in joyous fascination as he sat down on the edge of the double bed and removed his shoes and socks. A shudder of pure joy rippled through her body. Her pussy felt as if it were turning flip-flops ... and it was unbelievable how wet she felt down there.
The spunk was just oozing.
It was the strangest thing, that wetness.
Whenever she and Chuck, her husband, had sex (which certainly wasn't all that often anymore-about once a month or so, if she was very lucky and happened to catch him at a moment of weakness) she had to smear the lips of her vagina with lubricating jelly. It was the only way they could get his all but flaccid prick into her snatch. Chuck blamed it on her age. He said that it was a natural thing for a woman in her forties to dry up down there ... and although everyone said she certainly didn't look it, Fay Williams was less than a month away from her fortieth birthday. Her husband would soon be forty-five. Not so old really. Certainly not old enough to have given up sex.
He was a bungling sort of lover, tender but timid ... and he had never really made her feel all that wet down there, not even when they were younger. But with the boy-oh, God, all she had to do was hear his car pull into the driveway and the juices down within her box would begin to flow.
And flow and flaw and flow....
They had been lovers for nearly a year, and she could almost bring herself to orgasm merely by thinking about the boy: her sweet, sweet Jammie....
The insides of her thighs were heavy with spunk. Her panties would have been sopping if she hadn't had the foresight to remove them earlier, when she phoned in her order to Anderson's Market. Besides, it gave her a heady and delicious sense of wickedness to walk around the house like that, naked under her dress.
"I have another present for you, Jammie," she said, and gazed dreamily into the boy's eyes. "Just a little' something I saw and thought you might like."
"How nice, Mrs. Williams," he said. "What is it?"
"Would you like to see it now?"
"Well, I ... I ... I thought you wanted to watch me undress." he said. "You always say how sexy it makes you feel to watch me climb out of my clothes."
"Oh, it does, Jammie!"
"Well, why don't we save the gift until later, then," the boy said. "After we've finished...."
Fay was unable to hide her disappointment. She had searched for hours and horns, for just the right thing. "Well, of course, dear, if you'd rather wait."
"Please don't think that I don't appreciate it, Mrs. Williams," he said. "Your gifts mean more to me than I could ever hope to put into words. It's just that ... well, that I ... I...."
"Say it, dear boy!"
"This is Thursday," the boy blurted out. "I always deliver your groceries on Thursday."
"It started at school-early," . Jammie said. "I guess I was daydreaming. You know, imagining what it would be like once I got here. I was in a pretty bad way by the time school was over, and now-well, I ... that is, you see, Mrs. Williams, I really need to ... to y-y...."
Fay's eyes flashed with excitement. "Fuck me!" she said, her voice deep and throaty, savoring the words as she might a rare and forbidden wine.
"Oh, Mrs. Williams, I ... I...."
"It's alright, Jammie," she said, and patted the side of his face. "I understand. Really, I do. As a matter-of-fact, that's quite a compliment you just paid me. Imagine, a handsome young fellow like you and ... well, it's still a little hard for me to accept the fact that an old bag like me could actually ... oh, how do you young people put it? Actually turn you on like that!"
"You're not an old bag." the boy said angrily. "You're beautiful, Mrs. Williams." His voice softened to a breathy, seductive whisper. "So very, very beautiful ... especially when we're making love."
"What a nice thing to say, Jammie!"
"It's not nice; it's the truth...."
"Well, sweetheart," she said, and patted the side of his face again, "it makes me very happy and proud to hear you say it-to know that you feel that way." Suddenly, the boy winced, groaning.
He covered his stomach with his forearms, breathing hard. He dipped his neck and shoulders and began to rock back and forth, back and forth-like someone suffering a violent attack of indigestion. He desperately tried to hide the fact that he was in pain. He even tried to smile, but Fay could see how terribly it hurt him. The pain seemed to explode from his beautiful blue eyes. He could never hide anything really important from her-not for very long.
"Jammie, what is it?"
"Oh, nothing ... nothing," he said miserably.
"You must tell me, dear!"
"It's just that ... what I said before," he said. "I'm stupid, I guess, but I've been dreaming about it all day-dreaming about being here with you. And now ... now ... oh, it hurts, Mrs. Williams. It really hurts!"
"I've been so thoughtless, Jammie!"
She could see the reason for his agony-it pressed up against the front of his pants like an angry monster, wiggling about like crazy, struggling to free itself from its cloth prison. She could actually see it throbbing, quivering with need and desire-just like her pussy.
A wave of shame swept through her body.
The poor thing, she mused. The poor, sweet boy.
Young men-teenagers had a pretty difficult time with that condition, that raw and sprawling, constant state of hominess. Blue balls, they called it ... or at least they did when she was a girl, and it was a terribly painful thing. She could remember back to when her own son, Robert, was Jammie's age-seventeen. It was only five years ago. It had been a horrible period in his life. She had wanted so desperately to help him, to ... to ... well, to do whatever might be necessary to help ease his pain.
Such thoughts were terrible, of course. Incest was terrible. But it wasn't as if she was really lusting after her own son. Not really. She merely wanted to ease his pain a bit ... and wasn't that a perfectly normal reaction for a mother to have? Besides, nothing ever happened-not even the time his need was so great that he had had to crawl up the stairs to his room on his hands and knees. She had been too terrified by her own thoughts to do anything about it. And now it was too late. He was married and had a child of his own.
Jammie groaned and Fay snapped from her reverie. "The surprise can wait, dear," she said sweetly. "Go on now, finish undressing."
"Are you sure it's alright?"
"Yes, dear. Quite sure...."
The boy stood up, unfastened his belt.
Fay allowed her eyes to flicker over his tall, lean body for a moment. He was such a handsome boy, so clean and manly-not at all like most of the kids his age, with their long hair and tattered jeans. His hair was blond and thick, a bit bushy. His eyes were soft and warm, the deepest blue she had ever seen. His lips were soft and full and sensuous-the sort of lips one expected to find on a woman. And even when he was hauling around people's groceries he always managed to look so neat and nice, just like her own son-like Robert. They really didn't look that much alike. Oh, a little around the eyes maybe. But there was no denying the fact that Jammie reminded her of her son.
He opened the catch at the top of his pants, zipped open his fly. He sucked in his belly, wiggling his hips .,. and his pants fell slowly to his ankles. He was, indeed, throbbing with need. His cock was so hard ... so ... so beautifully thick. Its head peeped uncertainly through the opening in the front of his shorts.
Fay dropped to her knees in front of the boy, nuzzled her face against his crotch. "Oh ... oh, Jammie" she purred. It was such a marvelous thing, the feeling of sensuality that raced through her body whenever she touched him there, "Hmmmm, hmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmm."
"Kiss it, Mrs. Williams," Jammie moaned. "Kiss my cock!"
She parted her lips, moistened then with a quick sweep of her tongue, and then planted a long, fluttering kiss on the face of his throbbing manhood.
That beautiful prick liked that, she could tell, and it actually seemed to be pleading with her for more. The boy cried out with joy as she sent her tongue darting from between her lips and began to swirl it around and around that hard, trembling head. She began to nibble at the flesh there, drawing tiny patches of the skin up into her mouth and sucking away madly, joyously.
Back when they were first married, Chuck had always been after her to, as he put it "go down on him." She wanted to, very much ... and not just for his sake, either. But she was only sixteen and she feared that her new husband might think less of her if she did. After a while he simply stopped asking.
The boy had never asked; it had just happened ... and she found that she loved to have a penis in her mouth-to kiss it and suck on it, to feel it vibrating with life against the wet, twisting strokes of her tongue.
Jammie's cock was super-special. It was ... well, so clean. Once, not long after they had first become lovers (and quite by accident, she was certain), he had shot his load of love juice into her mouth and she had found it delicious. It was so hot and creamy, so thick and rich-like nectar. She often thought of it as that: nectar-a gift fit for the gods. Now she begged him to come in her mouth.
The boy put his hands around the back of her head and began to ease her face tighter against the pulsing agony that was his cock. He moved his hips in a long, graceful, sweeping motion from side to side, trembling with excitement as he ground his tool against the fleshy softness of her face.
She enjoyed teasing him-just a little. It seemed to add so much to their lovemaking. It wasn't until his slim, hard thighs began to twitch with desire that she finally parted her lips enough for his penis to enter her mouth. It seemed to leap forward, that beautiful monster ... and then she could feel the head burrowing wildly against the wet, vibrating walls of the hot, sucking cave that was her mouth.
She hesitated for a moment, enjoying his sense of anguish ... and then she took all of his tool down inside her in one long, sucking stroke. She wrapped her lips tightly around the base while the head jerked and bucked deep within her throat.
"Oh," Jammie cried, his eyes big and round. "Oh, Mrs. Williams. Your lips, your tongue . .
Of all the women he had sex with each week-and sometimes they numbered more than a dozen, Fay Williams, without a doubt, was by far the best cocksucker.
"Oh, ma'am ... ma'am...."
His fingers toyed with her golden hair, the nails digging frantically into her scalp. His hips flopped from side to side now, and what had started out as a twitch in his thighs had become a fierce tremor, invading every part of his body. He kept springing up on his toes, moaning, writhing about like a snake that had been dropped on a bed of hot coals.
"Mrs. Williams, I ... I ..
He was very close to climax, she knew, and so she let his cock slip from her mouth. It seemed to stare angrily at her, pouting, wordlessly asking what it had done to deserve such terrible treatment.
"I ... I want you inside me," Fay said breathlessly. "In my pussy, lover...."
"I want that, too...."
She began to work his shorts down over his hips, pausing every few inches to plant a huge, sucking kiss on the face of the fierce agony that was his cock.
Perhaps I'll let him come all over my face. She mused. And then suck him until he's hard again.
She had Jammie's shorts down to his knees when they both heard a car pull into the driveway and a horn sound.
"It must be Chuck," Fay said, and groaned. "Oh, damn-damn. Better hurry, Jammie. Get dressed."
The horn sounded again.
Fay raced to the kitchen, leaned out the opened window.
"Stop that racket," she called.
"Whose car is that?" her husband demanded.
"The delivery boy-groceries."
"Well, tell him to hurry, will you? I want to put this thing in the garage."
"How come you're home so early?" Fay called. "It's not even six-thirty...."
"I'll tell you later, Fay."
Jammie entered the kitchen, looked quickly at Fay and then down at the floor. His cock bulged against the front of his pants, still throbbing.
"It's alright, Jammie," she said. "He won't suspect anything. Don't worry. After all, I'm old enough to be your own mother. Don't worry, sweetheart....
"It's not that. It's just ... just...."
"I'm disappointed too. I'll call you at the store tomorrow, if I can. Oh, and listen...."
The horn sounded again, reflecting the growing sense of impatience of the man who waited in the driveway. "Hey! C'mon, already. What the hell is taking so long?"
Fay dug into her purse, came out with a twenty dollar bill. She gave Jammie a quick kiss and then pressed the money in his hand.
"Oh, your gift," she said.
"I'll pick it up some other time, Mrs. Williams."
"No-wait, it's right here," she said, and returned to her purse. She brought out a small, gift wrapped package and handed it to the boy. "I hope you like it, Jammie."
He took her in his arms, kissed her hungrily.
The horn sounded again ... and then again.
Fay pushed the boy away.
"You'd better hurry, sweetheart," she said.
"Please call me...."
"I will, I will...."
CHAPTER ONE
"What time we eat around here?" Clarence "Bul!" Sweeney demanded, pounding his fist against the table. He had stopped off for a beer or two at Ryan's Bar on his way home from work and he wasn't in the mood for a lot of nonsense. Hell, it was time he and Kathi had it out about that faggoty kid of hers, anyway. Past time....
"We're waiting for Jammie," fifteen-year-old Shannon said to her father. "He must be working late, Daddy!"
Bull snorted. "Delivering groceries," he bellowed. "You call that work? I'll tell you, kid, when I was his age I was putting in ten/twelve hours a day in an open hearth at the steel mill. Sweating...."
"Please, Clarence," Kathi Sweeney said. "Please don't start in on the boy again!"
"He's seventeen," Bull thundered. "He's supposed to be a man, for pity sake. A man, Kathi ... not a boy. There's an opening for a laborer at the mill ... but I won't even waste my breath telling Jammie about it. He's too damn afraid of getting his hands dirty."
"Jammie is not going to quit school, Clarence," Kathi said, and stamped her foot. "He only has a year of high school left and then...."
"Don't start with that college bullshit again, Kathi. I supported that pretty boy all his life, but ... well, enough is enough. He needs a job, not more schooling. A job, Kathi-something to make him sweat a little."
"He is going to college," Kathi said. "And that is final, Clarence. College. My Jammie is going to be a professional man."
"Not on my money, he ain't!"
"Jammie won't need your money, Daddy," Shannon said, an edge to her voice. "He's going to pay his own way. He told me. That's why he's working...."
"Shannon, grow up-will you?" her father snorted. "How much money can that punk save earning thirty bucks a week?"
"He ... he gets tips, too," Shannon said, and broke into tears. She loved her half-brother very much ... and she really hated it when her father tried to put him down.
"What the hell you bawling about?"
"I'm not bawling," Shannon said. "But why are you always so mean to Jammie, Daddy?"
"Mean?" Bull exploded. "Mean...?"
"Yes, Daddy," Shannon said. "You act like he was a criminal or something."
"Is it acting like he's a criminal to want him to be a man?" Bull said as he turned to his wife. "To do something-anything I could be proud of? Is that mean? Tell me how that is treating him like a criminal, Kathi. C'mon, tell me! I'd really like to know!"
"Clarence, if you'd only try to understand the boy," his wife said. 'He's different...."
"Oh, that I'll go along with," Bull said, an evil leer spreading over his wide, beefy face. "He's different alright, Kathi. Very different!"
"He's not that different, Clarence," Kathi said. "He's gentle and kind ... but that doesn't make him what you're trying to imply. He's not like that. A mother would know if her son were like that."
"Alright, tell me this," Bull said, shrugging his enormous shoulders. "If he ain't like I was saying-you know, then how come he don't go out with girls?"
"School, homework, his job-it keeps him busy!"
"Half the girls at school are crazy about him, Daddy."
"You stay out of this, Shannon." He looked at Kathi, slowly shook his head in exasperation. "Face it, Kathi, he's seventeen and he's never had a date. Hell, by the time I was his age I was ... you know what! And all I wanted, too."
"But Jammie isn't like you, Clarence...."
Bull laughed, an ugly, mirthless howl. "Boy, you can say that again, sweetheart. We had a kid just like your son on the block when I was growing up. His name was Henry Burke. You know what we called him? Henrietta. Oh, he was kind and gentle, too ... just like Jammie. Only back in those days we called it something else. We called it being a sissy!"
Shannon jumped to her feet, glaring angrily at her father. "You think all of this is going over my head, don't you, Daddy. Well, I understand what you're trying to say about my brother. I really do...."
"Your half-brother," Bull said. "And don't waste your tears on that one, baby. He ain't worth it. Really! All that sweetness and crap, it's just because he's too chicken to act like a real man. Shannon, I swear, he ought to be wearing a skirt instead of pants."
"You think that Jammie's a ... a homosexual, don't you, Daddy? You think he's queer!"
The color drained from Bull's face. He looked at his daughter, unable to believe that such words had fallen from her pretty mouth. "I don't like to hear my little girl using words like that," he said, and strained to control the anger in his voice. "I mean-Shannon, where do you hear words like that? Those are gutter words, baby...."
"Oh, Clarence," Kathi said. "She's fifteen years old, not five or six. She's a freshman in high school, for pity sake. Look at her, she's almost a woman."
"She's a baby...."
Shannon cupped her hands under her full, proud breasts and then thrust the upper part of her body in the direction of her father. "Look at these, Daddy," she cried. "Did you ever see a baby who needed a C-cup bra?"
"You ... you little tramp," Bull howled.
"Bull, please," Kathi said.
"SHUT UP," Bull snapped. "Now, Shannon...."
Shannon made a face, twisting her mouth into a frown. "I was only trying to make you see that I'm not a baby, Daddy," she said. "I'm sorry if I upset you. It was a dumb thing to do. It's just that sometimes it's really hard to get through to you. I'm really sorry!"
"Shannon, you...." Bull's voice cracked and his bottom lip began to quiver. He looked to be on the verge of tears. "You haven't been doing anything that ... I mean, you ... you're still ... still...."
"Oh, relax, Daddy," she said. "My maidenhead is still intact. I am undeniably virginal. Pure as the driven snow, or whatever it was they called it back in your time."
"Will you listen to the mouth on that kid?" Bull roared. "Fifteen years old, a mere baby, and ... and she sounds like a streetwalker or something."
"We call them hookers now, Daddy!" Shannon said, and giggled. "Not streetwalkers...."
"I won't have you talking about such things, Shannon!"
"Oh, it's okay to do it," the girl said, her eyes alive with a fierce anger, "but I'm not supposed to talk about it. Oh, that is so ... so dumb, Daddy. So stupid...."
"I never said nothing about you doing it," Bull snorted. "And you'd better not, either ... not until you're married, I mean."
"And then only in the missionary position, right, Daddy?"
"I'll slap you silly, little girl. Now, you stop all this nonsense."
"I'm just trying to understand, Daddy," Shannon said. "How is it that you think Jammie is queer because he's not out every night trying to con some chick out of her cherry, but you want me to remain a virgin until I'm married? Won't you think that I'm queer, too?"
"You don't know what you're talking about!"
"Then explain it to me."
"Your brother-half-brother-is a boy, a male!"
"Yeah, so...?"
"So boys are different than girls, Shannon," Bull said, his face a crimson red. His eyes swept over his wife's face, searching for some sort of help. "I ... I mean ... ah, maybe your mother ought to explain it."
"Well, I've never been too clear about that whole issue myself, Clarence," Kathi said. "It never made much sense to me that it was alright for one sex and not the other. Perhaps you can explain it to me, too." Bull glared angrily at his wife. "Thanks a whole hell of a lot," he said. "That was real cute, real clever. I should have known better than to ask you for help. Thanks for nothing ... you bitch!"
"Don't start on Mom because you're mad at me, Daddy!"
"You don't watch that smart mouth, young lady, and I'm going to shut it for you," Bull .roared. "Now, look-boys are expected to cut up a bit; girls aren't ... and that's all I'm going to say on the subject. Now, then both of you ... get the hell off my back!"
"But Daddy," Shannon protested.
"Where the hell is my supper?" Bull said.
"Daddy, Jammie will be here any minute now!"
"Kathi, am I going to get my supper or not?"
"Can't we give the boy another five minutes, Clarence?"
"Sure ... sure, we can," Bull thundered as he stood up from the table. "Give that stinking faggot all the time he needs. And while you're at it, give him my supper, too. I've got to get the hell out of here before I do something we'll all be sorry for."
"Clarence, please," Kathi said. "It's just that I think the family should be together at supper. I ... I'll put the food on the table right now."
"I'll get a sandwich at Ryan's Bar,"
"Bull said. "And don't wait up for me. I'll probably be late-very late! And drunk, too."
"You're acting like a spoiled kid, Daddy."
"Save that for that faggot half-brother of yours," Bull said. "I'm tired of that smart mouth on you. And I'm warning you, little lady. You'd better straighten up."
Shannon glared at him, afraid to speak.
She waited until she heard her father's car being backed out of the driveway and then walked over to her mother. They were both crying quietly. Kathi took her daughter into her arms and held her tight against her body.
They were very much alike, mother and daughter: physically as well as emotionally. A casual observer might have taken them for sisters.
Each had long, naturally blond hair, pale blue eyes, a button nose and full, ripe, pouting lips. Kathi was the taller of the two, nearly five feet eight inches in her stocking feet, but Shannon was still growing ... and the next year or so would probably see her passing her mother in height. They both possessed fantastic bodies: wide, softly curving hips, long, tapered legs, and huge, pear-shaped breasts.
There was a quiet sense of sensuality about them; nothing cheap or flashy-it seemed to lie there, unspoken, just below the surface of their pale skin.
"Something is really wrong with Daddy lately," Shannon said. "He ... he's worse than ever. It's like he's cracking up or something. Who knows what's he'd do if he found out that I'm already dating!"
"It's just that he doesn't want what happened to me to happen to you, sweetheart," Kathi said.
"You mean about Jammie?"
Kathi closed her eyes and nodded. "I was just your age, Shannon-fifteen, when he was born."
"Oh, I know, Mom," Shannon said. "And you weren't married and all that crap. I mean, I know it was a big thing back in those days and it was good of Daddy to take you and Jammie in. Still, that doesn't give him the right to do what he does, especially to Jammie."
"It's just that he doesn't understand your brother."
"Yeah; everything would be fine if Jammie were a bull like him," Shannon said. "If he worked in the steel mills and spent his time drinking beer at Ryan's Bar. Only I like Jammie the way he is. I'd hate it if he were like Daddy."
"I would, too, baby."
"Your father is a good man, Shannon," Kathi said. "It's just that he doesn't understand your brother."
"How can you say that, Mom?"
"Say what...?"
"That he's a good man. I mean, c'mon. He treats you like a servant ... and a whore. He's beaten you three times already this year, and this is only May. He's mean, Mom. He's mean and self-centered and ... and...."
"He's a good provider, Shannon. We've never wanted for anything."
"Except love and understanding...."
"I can't put my finger on it, Shannon, but there's something about Jammie that seems to threaten your father. And it's not just the fact that he's another man's child. I wish I could get at it."
"It's not true, is it, Mom?" Shannon said. "What he said about Jammie being queer, it's not true."
"I ... I don't think so, baby."
"You mean you're not sure?"
"Oh, I ... I don't know what I'm saying, baby," Kathi said. "Of course I'm sure. It's Just that your father has me so damned confused."
"I wish Jammie would get here," Shannon said. "I'm really hungry."
CHAPTER TWO
Naomi Bloom lay sprawled out on her back, her hands covering the look of rapture on her face. She continued to writhe vaguely as the last little vestiges of the fantastic orgasm the boy had produced in her worked its way out of her somewhat more than ample body.
What a lover that kid is, she mused. No other man has ever been able to move me like this. He's really worth the ten or twenty bucks I give him every week.
And he's so young; practically a baby....
She moved her hands down along her sadly sagging breasts, sighing. The nipples there were still quite hard, still faintly throbbing. They had always been so sensitive, a regular barometer of her sexual pressures.
Oh, what a greedy old bitch I am! Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. All good things must come to an end....
She looked over at Jammie as he sprawled out next to her in the huge circular bed ... and did a double take. Her fat face broke into a wide, frankly evil grin. That beautiful cock of his-that fleshy saber, it wasn't all the way down, she noted with delight. Not by a real long shot, it wasn't.
"You're really something, Jammie!"
The boy looked over at her and smiled. Casually, he reached out for her, set his hand down in her wide patch of dark, kinky pubic hair. He hesitated for a moment, examining her eyes, and then began to work his fingers through the tight, tangled mess, fluffing it up into a huge puff.
"How's that, Mrs. Bloom?"
"That cock of yours, lover-boy," she said, her voice soft and liquid. "I'd say that it was still more than half-hard, half erect."
Jammie shrugged, not knowing what to say. Naomi had a way of using words, of filling them with double and triple meanings, that frightened him just a little. She was easily the brightest person he knew ... and the most sarcastic and bitter, too. At times she seemed to take a great delight in the fact that she was cuckolding her husband; at other times she was filled with guilt and remorse. Periodically, she would tell Jammie that she was considering breaking off their relationship.
"I'd bet that you could go again right now, couldn't you, lover?" she said. "Especially if I were to...." She paused for effect and ran the tip of her tongue around the rim of her thin, hard lips. "How can I put it? Shall we say, if I were to supply it with a bit of extra-vaginal stimulation beforehand. Would you like me to osculate that fleshy appendage dangling between your thighs?"
"Just what does all that mean?"
Naomi grinned, bobbing her head from side to side.
"Tell me, please!"
She began to roll her eyes in a way that would have been adorable if she had been forty years younger, say three or four years old.
"I was merely asking if you'd like me to suck your cock, dumbbell," she said, and then stuck her tongue out at him and began to wiggle the tip of it about. "Just until you were hard enough to climb back into the saddle, of course."
"I'd like that very much."
Naomi grunted, rolled up into a sitting position, looked down at the boy and winked. "One super special blow job coming right up, young sir," she said. "Now, if you'd be so kind as to spread your legs a little. Yes ... oh, Jammie ... yes, yes...."
"Is this alright?"
"That's beautiful, baby," Naomi said, and curled her fat, stubby fingers around the shank of his cock. "There's a lot of me and I need plenty of room to work."
She let her fingers slip from his cock, cupped her whole hand under his scrotal sac and began to squeeze his balls ever so gently. They seemed as if they were ready to burst, full and hard, the skin covering them unbelievably tight ... and after what it had already shot into her, too.
What a man, she mused. He's always ready. What a fantastic man.
She lowered her head and placed a quick little buzz of a kiss on the shimmering face of his prick, paused as he groaned with delight and then raised herself up onto one elbow, staring hotly down at his manhood.
It really fascinated her, that long, thick monster the boy possessed. She loved to watch the way it reacted to her teasing. It began to shudder and jerk, swelling to nearly twice its flaccid size.
"Ready, Jammie?"
"Oh, yes ... "
Naomi giggled, lowered her head against his manhood again. She parted her lips, stuck her tongue out and flicked it wetly across the face of his cock. "Oh, Mrs. Bloom," the boy cried. "Oh ... oh, ma'am ... oh...." She began to swirl the flat of her tongue all around the glans, working it in a tight little figure eight pattern.
The boy's hips began to shudder ... and soon they were rolling gently from side to side. She moved her tongue to the shaft of his tool, fluttering the wet tip up and down, up and down, first one side and then the other.
"Oh, that's so nice, Mrs. Bloom...."
"You like it, huh?"
"Oh, yes. It's ... it's wonderful!"
She moved down to his balls, lifting them gently while she worked the tip of her tongue all along the seam-like line of heavy flesh that seemed to separate his nuts.
The boy raised up on his hips so that she could have a clear shot at the dark, wildly puckering hole that was his anus ... and she wasted no time in moving her tongue against it. She fluttered little swirls all around and around the rim of that tiny opening, delighted with the way Jammie was responding to her. His entire body seemed to quiver, the flesh of his ass as hard as steel, rippling with hot spasms in the wildest sense of expectation.
"Please," Jammie cried. "Oh, please....
Suddenly, she darted her tongue down inside his anus and the boy lunged upward, thrashing about crazily as the muscles in his body began to strain and snap. She wiggled her tongue around inside him, boring deeper and deeper.
"Mrs. Bloom, Mrs. Bloom...."
Naomi pulled her tongue from his bottom, quickly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. She drew the wet, spongy walls of her hungry mouth tightly around the swollen bulb and began to slither her tongue from side to side.
The boy took her head in his hands, tried to ease just a bit more of the hard, throbbing agony that was his cock through those hard, brittle lips. Naomi fought him, spurring him on to more forceful action. His fingers dug deeply into her head, his hips flopped violently, as he thrust harder and harder against that barrier. Her lips began to tremble, their grip on the head of his cock weakened ... and then there was a wet, whooshing sound as his prick shot forward and its head came to rest deep within her throat.
"Suck me," the boy cried. "Suck me...."
Naomi's head began to bob up and down, up and down, moving teasingly at a leisurely pace at first, waiting for Jammie to settle his slim hips firmly down on the bed again before she pulled out the stops and really went to work on the shaft of that sweet, beautiful monster.
His cock tasted so good, so fresh and vibrant.
She imagined that she would have been contented if somehow the two of them could just go on like that forever, his hot and throbbing meat stuffed up in her mouth, lost in a place beyond time. She had always loved to go down on her lovers, to feel their manhood thrashing with need against the wet, vibrating walls of her mouth and throat, but-somehow-it was even more thrilling, more beautiful with the boy. He seemed to anticipate her every movement, adding immeasurably to her sense of purpose and pleasure with some unexpected little motion of his own.
A reed woman's man; the perfect lover....
He was so gentle, so loving: still....
There seemed to be some unspoken message in the hot, wild throbbing of his fantastic need, something about the fresh and delicious taste of his fiery manhood as it brushed hotly against the grasping walls of her mouth and throat. A formless, nameless bit of something that very quickly moved her to a more violent sort of action.
Faster and faster....
She raised her head to a point where the glans was ready to pop from between her lips and then suddenly plunged her face downward, not stopping until her lips were once again wrapped securely around the base of his magnificent tool. Again and again and again....
He was ready now, she knew. More than ready.
Either she gave up her pleasant task and moved on to other things or-any second now, he would begin to tremble and his thick, creamy load of love juice would shoot into her mouth as he held her head firmly and ground his pelvis tighter and tighter against her face.
It was anything but an easy decision for her.
She loved to feel his cock explode while she held it captive with her lips and tongue ... to feel the wild, reckless, seemingly endless spurting of his sweet jism as it flooded into her hungry mouth.
Her own needs had already reached a feverish pitch. She could feel her spunk oozing from between the lips of her tormented cunt, collecting in thick layers on the inside of her fat, ugly thighs.
I can always have him eat me later, she assured herself, if I decide to have him come in my mouth.
Jammie gave fantastic head-even better than the few women she had known as lovers in her college days. Still, she really needed to feel that angry roll inside her cunt, to feel it gliding boldly in and out, in and out, its head brushing up against the hot little cone of pink magic that was her clit.
Suddenly, she let his penis fall from her mouth.
"It feels like you're ready, Jammie."
"Oh, am I ready, Mrs. Bloom," the boy groaned.
She flopped over on her back and the boy climbed on top of her, nestling down inside the upside-down Y formed by her widely spread legs. His knees rubbed against the fat-laden flesh of her thighs. He dug one hand under her back, lowered his body down against her as she took the shaft of his penis in her hand and guided its head to the wet, dripping lips of her vulva.
"Spear me, lover," she cried. "Spear my cunt!"
He lunged forward with his pelvis, driving his thick, hard invader deeply into her cunt. The wet, spongy walls inside her pussy grasped at his meat, trembling against it, and Naomi cried out at the top of her voice in a wild and joyous sense of sensual excitement. He covered one of her breasts with his free hand, rolling the hard, throbbing nipple there between his thumb and forefinger ... and then lowered himself the rest of the way down against her body.
"Oh, Jammie," she cried. "Sweet lover...."
Her hungry lips sought his, and he darted his tongue down into her mouth so that she could suck on it. She moaned, her whole body shuddering with frantic response. Finally, the initial explosion began to settle down a bit as she was able to bring some small semblance of control to her body.
They lay quite still for a moment, each waiting for just the right moment. And then it hit-a formless signal that told each of them everything was perfect.
Jammie began to move, easing his pelvis against her as he moved his cock slowly against the trembling need of her hotly bubbling cauldron. Naomi's enormous hips began to roll, gliding smoothly from side to side, exposing more of the wet, hot flesh of her pussy to the touch of his gently driving saber.
She slid her fingers down along the sides of his long, lean body, filled each of her hands with a healthy chunk of firm, vibrant flesh from his ass. She began to squeeze, digging and kneading, pausing every now and again to rake the tips of her nails violently across the rippling skin there, wordlessly urging him to quicken his pace.
The boy responded immediately, thrusting his cock down into her cunt. Ramming, ramming ... his strokes becoming more and more reckless. The muscles in his trim, hard belly strained to the breaking point each time he withdrew his cock, allowing him to brush the happy face of his penis across the tip of her screaming clitoris for a fleeting moment of joyous rapture before once again he drove his heavy monster back down into the deepest reaches of her wet, oozing snatch.
Naomi lifted her huge legs up into the air, wrapped her thighs around his back and began to vibrate her pussy against his cock. Jammie got up on his knees, his hands locked into the fat-laden flesh of her bottom, holding her hips high off the bed as he began to ride against her like a man being chased by demons. "Fuck me," Naomi cried. "Fuck me, fuck me...."
He lifted her hips still higher, ramming away fiercely at her cunt with his invader ... higher and higher ... until the only parts of her body left in direct contact with the bed were her shoulders and a tiny spot at the back of her head. Her hands dug into the back of his neck as she hung on for dear life, writhing violently, her foaming pelvis rushing upward to meet each new downward thrust of his penis.
"Fuck me, lover. Fuck me...."
The boy's face seemed to be contorted with agony, his eyes closed tightly and his jaws locked in a fierce, grimacing frown. His tone began to snap, sending angry ripples of raw, burning sensation up his legs and thighs, into his ass. His swollen balls slapped wildly against the flesh of her bottom, and each new beat brought each of them closer to that magical moment of complete and total release.
Mrs. Bloom, Mrs. Bloom...."
Naomi was the first to go, crying out her joy at the top of her voice as the hot, sprawling sensation of her climax whipped its way to every nook and cranny of her body. The wet, spongy walls of her vagina vibrated against his cock, grasping it with all its strength so that they could milk it of its load of hot, splashing juice. And then Jammie, too, was crying out in joy, his fresh seed exploding from the face of his penis-again and again and again.
Finally, they were still.
Naomi allowed her legs to slip from around his back and she settled back down onto the bed. Jammie made an effort to move away from her, to crawl over to a vacant place on the bed, but he collapsed before he could make it, falling down on top of her. She put her arms around his shoulders and drew his body close against her, nuzzling her face against the side of his face.
"I think I'll give you thirty dollars this week," she said. "Without a doubt, you are the best delivery boy in the whole wide world...."
All Jammie could do was groan a thank you.
CHAPTER THREE
"You don't understand, Fay," Chuck Williams said as he opened a fresh can of beer-his fifth in the past hour. "I'm forty-five years old. What the hell are we going to do if the lay-off is permanent?"
"But you said it was only temporary, sweetheart."
"Because that's what they told me, Fay !"
"Well ... r "I don't trust them!"
"You're being paranoid, Chuck."
"Oh, yeah ... well, explain this to me then: how come they pulled it off like they did? Sending everyone on the noon-to-eight shift home two hours early. Why didn't they wait until the shift was over?"
"I'm sure they had their reasons, hon...."
"It stinks, Fay. I'm telling you ... the whole, rotten mess stinks to hell and back."
"We'll work something out."
"Fay, I'm too damn old to start over. And even if I did, what sort of job do you think I could get with an eighth-grade education? I am scared, Fay. I am really scared."
"Well, worrying about it isn't going to help the situation, darling," Fay said. "Really, it won't. Now, why don't you go and watch a little television while I get our supper on the table?"
"Who can eat at a time like this?"
He walked over to the fridge, took still another beer and then disappeared into the living room. Fay decided to make his favorite meal-pot roast with potatoes and carrots and onions and green peppers. She used her best china and tablecloth, set candles on the table and even put a bottle of the best wine they had in the house into the fridge to chill.
She decided to doll herself up a bit, too, fixing her hair and applying makeup. At the last minute she decided to slip into the one party-type dress she owned. It was a silky, pale-green number ... and it was scooped down very low in the front, exposing most of her enormous bosom.
Perhaps, after the meal had cheered him up, she might be able to interest her husband in ... in seducing her. The thoughts made her giggle, squirm. Well, he really owed it to her, anyway, she decided. After all, he had interrupted her session with the boy. The whole thing had left her feeling flustered and on edge. She was still quite wet down there, the spongy flesh angry and tormented ... and there was only one thing in the whole world that would bring relief from the raw and sprawling itch that infested her snatch.
What I really need, she mused with a little shrug of her shoulders, is to get laid-fucked good and proper by that man of mine.
Chuck was asleep in front of the television set by the time she had everything just right. She sat down on the arm of his easy chair and brushed her lips across his forehead.
"Chuckie," she cooed. "Wake up, lover...."
"Huh? What?"
"Supper's ready, darling," she said, her voice low, dripping with sex. "And it's pot roast...."
"I told you I don't feel like eating," he said, and gave her a push. "And what the hell are you dressed up for, anyway? I told you never to wear that dress. An inch or so lower and your nipples would be popping out, for Pete sake. You look like a tramp. Get me a beer!"
"But I made everything just the way you like it, Chuckie, lover," she cooed, and brushed her lips against his forehead again. "C'mon, let's make it a party!"
"Are you nuts, Fay? I get laid off from a job I've held for more than twenty years and you're talking about screwball parties. And get out of that goddamn dress. You're a grandma, remember? Not some cheap floozy...."
"Why don't you take it off for me?" she said, and bent down low in front of him so that he could see her breasts, see the fact that she was ... oh, what did the kids call it? See that she was liberated! Without a bra ... or panties, either, for that matter. "C'mon, lover," she cooed. "Take it off for me...."
"What the hell is wrong with you, Fay?"
"Nothing, sweetheart. I'm merely trying to cheer you up, make you forget your troubles."
"Yeah ... well, you're making me sick, that's what the hell you're doing," he said. "Grow up-act your age, will you, please, Fay?"
Anger flashed across her face for a moment, but she beat back the emotion. He hadn't meant to hurt her, not really. She threw her arms around his neck, began to nibble on his earlobe, cooing softly.
"I really am acting my age," she cooed, and then flicked the tip of her tongue down into his ear. "The book says you're never too old to make love, Chuckie...."
"You're acting crazy, Fay!"
"I'm crazy about this," she said, and worked her hand down under his pants and curled her fingers around the shank of his soft, lifeless cock. "Real, real crazy!"
"Damn it, Fay...."
"Stick your hand down between my legs, lover. Feel how wet this old lady is down there. C'mon, lover. Stick your finger down in there and wiggle it about."
Chuck pushed her aside and stood up. "I'll get my own damn beer," he snorted, visibly shaking. "And Fay, I think you ought to see a doctor or something."
"A doctor?" she said. "What sort of doctor?"
"A headshrinker," Chuck said, and then bit down on his bottom lip as the impact of his words spread across Fay's face. "That's what land of doctor!"
"You think I'm crazy because I want you to make love to me, Chuck?" she said, and slowly shook her head in disbelief. "What's crazy about that?"
"At seven-thirty at night...."
"You're not making any sense, Chuck!"
"Oh ... I'm not making sense, Chuck said, an edge to his voice. "I mean, everybody knows that seven thirty at night is orgy time, right?"
"I ... I'm not asking for an orgy, Chuck. I merely want you to take me to bed ... to make love to me. Is that really asking so much?"
"Will you act your age, for chrissake?
"Chuck, listen to me-please," Fay said. "I'm horny as hell. I need to get laid ... need it bad, honey. I'm sorry if I went about it in the wrong way, trying to vamp you and like that, but Chuck-please ... please, I'm on fire. Take me to bed and fuck me, baby...." I can't, Fay," Chuck said miserably.
"Why ... r
"Oh, you know damn well why," he said. "The damn thing doesn't work anymore, Fay. I'm an old man. I ... I'm tired. It's all used up!"
"I'll get it hard, sweetheart," Fay said. "Believe me, HI do whatever is necessary to get you in the mood. I need you so badly, Chuck. Wait! Remember, when we were first married, how you were after me to ... to go down on you, sweetheart? Well, I will. I'll suck some life back into that rod of yours and then n
"STOP IT, FAY! STOP TALKING LIKE THAT!"
"I NEED TO GET LAID, CHUCK. FUCKED ... "You're sick, Fay!"
"I'M NOT SICK, YOU BASTARD-TM HORNY...."
"Maybe ... maybe later," Chuck said.
"After supper?"
"Maybe. We'll see!"
"All I'm asking is that you try, sweetheart!"
"Alright, already ... I'll try!"
They ate in silence.
Fay picked at her food, her head down, gazing into her plate. Chuck hardly ate a thing. He did drink five glasses of wine. He would have had a sixth and more, but the bottle was empty.
"I ... I guess I'm ready," he said.
"It's alright. Chuck," Fay said, and sighed. "Go ... go watch the tube while I clean up in here."
"No ... a deal is a deal."
"It's no good if I have to force you," Fay said miserably. "It's like ... like rape or something. You make me feel so cheap, Chuck. So dirty. Like I was some slut walking the streets or something."
"Hey, are you crying?"
"Leave me alone, Chuck," she said. "Go on, get out of my kitchen and leave me alone."
"Maybe you ought to drop over at Robert's, see our new grandbaby," Chuck said. "Or just take the car and go for a nice ride or something?"
"I just might do that...."
"Only ... please, Fay ... change that dress before you do anything."
Chuck was asleep in front of the television when Fay left the house. She backed the car out of the driveway and headed down the street toward the main drag, trying to recall the name of that place her sister, Maude, was always talking about-the one where all the action was.
Regans ... no. Ryan's ... yeah, that was it:
Ryan's Bar and Grill.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bull Sweeney was drinking his fifth beer when Fay Williams walked into Ryan's Bar. He sucked in his belly, grinning evilly, as he watched her walk over to a booth and sit down.
Not bad, he mused. Not bad at all. She's no spring chicken, but then neither am I. And look at that chest. What a set of milk-factories....
She had the look, too-the hungry one.
Bull could always tell about that sort of thing. She was on the make, looking to get laid. He motioned to the bartender. "See what the broad with the tits is drinking," he said, and winked. "Looks like old Bull is about to get his tubes cleaned out...."
Fay ordered a Bloody Mary and Bull picked up his beer and sauntered over to her booth. "May I join you?" he said, and stared blatantly down at the scooped-out portion of her dress. "They call me Bull...."
Fay smiled, motioned for him to sit down. "My name is Fay," she said, a tremor in her voice. "My sister, Maude, comes in here quite a bit."
"Maude Hutchenson...?"
"Yes; that's her!"
"Maude and I are real good friends," Bull said.
"I ... I'm not very good at this sort of thing, Bull," Fay said. "Do you mind if I say something without beating all around the bush?"
"Shoot, lady...."
"I don't have an awful lot of time, and ... would you be interested in taking me to bed?"
"Hey, that's different," Bull said, and smiled, trying to hide his .sense of surprise. "How much?"
"Oh, I, ... I...." Fay giggled. "I'm not selling, Bull. I'm giving it away, if you're interested."
"I'm interested," Bull said. "Finish your drink."
"I really don't have a lot of time, Bull," Fay said. "I left my husband sleeping in front of the television ... and I need to be back before he wakes up."
Bull stood up, held his arm out for Fay. "There's a little motel up the road a piece," he said. "It isn't the Ritz, but then-all we're interested in is the bed, right?"
She took his arm and they left the bar.
Bull was big everywhere except where it mattered most, Fay decided, as they undressed and climbed into bed. He kissed her roughly, grabbed one of her breasts and began to squeeze-so hard that tears came to Fay's eyes.
"Easy, lover," she cooed. "That's tender...."
"Sorry," Bull said, and laughed. "I guess sometimes I don't know my own strength. I ... I'll be more careful. You really got a nice pair-your jugs, I mean. I like 'em big like that."
"You might try kissing them then!"
"Oh ... oh, sure," Bull said. "Your sister's like that, too-always after me to suck on her tits."
"You've made it with my sister?" Fay said.
"Aw, a couple of times," Bull said, and grinned. "It's rough on a broad like her, old man in the big house and everything. She's a good kid."
"There's nothing special between you two, is there?"
"Special...?" Bull said. "You mean, like are we going together or something?"
"Yes. I ... I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt her," Fay said. "She's very important to me."
Bull groaned, shaking his head. "You broads are really something," he said. "You don't mind stepping out on your old man-that's okay, but you worry about hurting your sister's feelings. It's crazy...."
"No-really, it's not."
"Yeah, well ... there ain't nothing between Maude and me. We get together every once in a while for a roll in the hay. She's good pussy...."
"You're sure, Bull? Really sure?"
"Yeah; she's great," Bull said, "Noisy, too....
"No, I mean about there being anything special between the two of you!"
"There isn't, but-if there was, what the hell could you do about it now, for Pete sake?"
"I ... I'd get up and leave!"
"And you think I'd let you? I mean, before I wet my dick and everything? You honestly think that?"
"Well, I ... I...."
"Forget it, Fay," Bull said.
He twisted into a position where he could get at her huge breasts with his mouth. He kissed them, each of them-first the right and then the left. Fay waited for him to continue, unable to believe that he really intended to stop after that all too brief little pair of smacks ... but all he did was stare down at her.
"You want more, Fay? Or are you ready to go?"
"Well, I ... I thought you might suck on them a little bit first, Bull. You know, foreplay and all that ... sort of get in the mood for the actual fucking."
"I don't like to hear broads use that kind of language," Bull snapped at her. "But ... okay." He took her hand and placed it on his cock. "Hey, you've got nice hands, Fay. Real nice-just like Maude!"
He lowered his mouth against her breasts again, quickly drew one of the fleshy paps up into his mouth and began to suck wildly on it, as if he were actually expecting to draw milk from it. He nipped at her swollen nipple-hard, with his teeth, and Fay squealed in pain.
"You like that, huh, baby?" Bull said. "You and that sister, you're a real pair...."
"Please, Bull," Fay said, and tried to smile. "Not quite so forceful. I'm not in that much of a hurry."
"Oh ... oh, sure," Bull said, and frowned. "I understand ... I think."
He drew her other nipple up into his mouth and began to suck on it, going at it in a somewhat less violent manner than he had at its twin. Suddenly, he rammed his finger down into her snatch and began to move it rapidly in and out, in and out.
It was at that precise moment that Fay admitted that she had made a mistake, that the whole thing would turn out to be a real wash-out She had only known a few other men sexually ... and there had only been Jammie since she and Chuck were married. The two of them were such gentle lovers, so land and considerate of her needs. Some of the boys she had slept with before she married Chuck had been rough and brash, but not one of them had been as unfeeling as Bull. He was like ... like an animal. He seemed to lack even a rudimentary knowledge of what it took to bring a woman to that sweet, sweet moment of blessed relief. She began to tug at his cock, rolling it between her thumb and fingers, trying to hurry his erection. All she wanted was for it to be over-done, so that she could get the hell out of there.
"Your hands are great, Fay," Bull said. "But what say you suck me for a while, huh?"
The thought made Fay want to vomit. "No. I ... I don't think so," she said.
"Aw; c'mon-be a sport."
"I don't do that!"
"There's always a first time," Bull said, and grinned. "I don't mind being your teacher. And I won't come in your mouth or anything. I promise!"
"I said no, Bull. It's getting hard like this!"
"And what if I don't take no for an answer?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I want a little blow job ... and I'm getting pretty tired of being fucked around," Bull snarled. "Now, c'mon-knock off the bullshit and get down to business."
"I ... I won't do it."
"You want me to knock you around first, is that it, Fay?" Bull said. "That way you can tell yourself later that you really didn't have a choice, that you aren't really a goddamn dick-licker."
"You can't be serious!"
"Hey, I know broads like that-lots of them. They get their jollies out of being smacked around. I don't mind helping them out."
I'll bet you don't...."
"Don't snap wise with me, cunt! I ain't like most of the guys you see running around today-the pansies with the long hair and the manicured nails. Now; you want me to help you out-smack you around a little first?"
I'm not like that...."
"Yeah; I can see that," Bull said, and winked.
"Besides, what would you say to your old man if you came home with a fat lip or a bloody nose or a black eye?"
"I ... I can't believe you're serious!"
"You'd better believe, cunt...."
"Do you enjoy smacking women around?"
"Only if they need it!"
"I don't suppose you'd let me call this whole thing off, would you, Bull? Just take me to my car and forget about the whole thing."
"Sure ... sure, baby. Just the minute you get those lips wrapped around my pecker."
"Alright," Fay said. "I guess I asked for it."
"You don't happen to wear false teeth, do you, Fay?" Bull said, and laughed. "There was this old lady used to suck me off when I was a kid. Wow, she was really something. She'd get those gums moving against my meat and ... really go to town. She liked sucking better than fucking...."
"My teeth are my own!"
"Hey, don't be mad! You can't blame a guy for asking!"
Fay got to her knees, lowered her head down against his pelvis and drew his cock into her mouth. Quickly, she began to bob her head up and down, up and down, moving mechanically through the motions. Bull began to groan, snorting wildly. He took her head in his hands and forced it down tight against his penis.
"Make that tongue move," he commanded. "C'mon, let's have some action from those lips."
Fay continued to move mechanically, hoping that soon he would come and it would all be over.
"Suck, you whore," Bull bellowed. "Suck me...."
He filled each of his hands with a hank of her hair, eased his cock away from her mouth until only the tip of the head was still inside ... and then he began to thrust forward with his tool.
"That's more like it," he cried in triumph.
He began to fuck her mouth, yanking her head downward to meet his upward thrust and then pushing it away as he began to withdraw. Fay let her lips go slack. He really didn't need a bit of help from her. Actually, a hunk of raw liver would have done every bit as nicely.
"Oh, yeah ... beautiful," Bull cried.
Suddenly, he stopped. "Okay, Fay-flop on over for the main event!"
"I ... I'd just as soon finish this way."
"Yeah, well ... I want some of that sweet puss."
"Whatever you say, Bull," Fay said, and flopped over onto her back. She spread her legs and waited for Bull to do ... whatever he was going to do.
Bull mounted her, began to probe for her slit. He hit each of her thighs, her bottom twice and then the soft mound of flesh under her pubic hair.
"Help me, you bitch...."
Fay reached down between their bodies, found his cock and guided its head to the lips of her vulva. Bull eased forward, paused ... and then suddenly rammed his tool down violently into her snatch.
"It's tight," he said. "Dry...."
He began to withdraw and then stopped, quivering like a volcano that was about to erupt. "Aw, shit," he cried. "I'm coming already. I'm coming, I'm coming...."
Bull pulled to a stop alongside Fay's car. She started to leave but he stopped her.
"Wait a minute," he said. "I'd like to see you again, baby. What's your phone number?"
"Drop dead...."
"Hey, c'mon ... you enjoyed it as much as me," he said, and laughed uneasily. "And the things I said, they're only part of the game. You know that"
"Whatever you say, Bull...."
"Hey, maybe I could meet you at Ryan's. I'm always in there. How about a week from today? Next Thursday?"
"I want to leave, Bull...."
"Sure, sure ... but is it a date? Next Thursday?"
"Whatever you Say. I have to leave; ... "
"Yeah, you want to get back before your old man wakes up, you said. Well, how about a goodbye kiss?"
"My lips are sore from sucking you off...."
"Well, I ... I'll see you next Thursday."
"May I go now?"
Fay got out of his car, walked slowly to her own. She had the engine started before the tears hit. She covered her face with her hands and a vision of Jammie popped into her mind. Sweet, gentle Jammie....
Bull walked into Ryan's feeling sharp. He would have set up the house with a round if he hadn't already blown seven dollars at the motel. Not that he was complaining. Best seven bucks he had ever spent And that Fay-wow, could she lick a dick. She'd be back next Thursday, too. Once a broad had been fucked by a real man she had to have more. And there wouldn't be anymore silly games. He wouldn't say a single word and she would dig right in, wrap those sweet lips around his cock.
"Hey, Ryan," he bellowed. "What does a guy have to do around this joint to get a beer."
"He starts by paying for the round he ordered before he left," Ryan said. "One beer, one Bloody Mary-that'll be one forty, Bull...."
CHAPTER FIVE
It was nearly eight-thirty when Jammie finally arrived home. He apologized for being late and for not phoning, but he offered no explanation for, his tardiness.
His mother did not press the issue.
She wasn't in the mood for another confrontation-even a minor one. Besides, she reasoned, Jammie didn't make a habit of such things. And a boy was certainly entitled to a few goofs along the way.
"The only problem is that the supper is ruined, kids," Kathi said, and frowned. "Everything else is frozen. It looks like canned soup and sandwiches."
"Look, let's go down to the burger joint," Jammie said. "My treat ... !"
"Dynamite idea," Shannon said. "I'm ready."
"I don't know, kids," Kathi said. "That's a pretty ex pensive proposition, Jammie. Are you sure you can afford it?"
"Hey, I'm flush, Mom," the boy said, and offered his mother his arm. "It's been a good week for tips."
The burger joint was crowded with teenagers. A rock-and-roll version of a country-and-western tune blared from a series of speakers in the ceiling. Jammie found a vacant booth in the rear of the shop, seated his mother and sister, and then walked to the counter in front to place his order.
A tall, beefy boy with longish blond hair and green eyes broke away from the group he was with and sauntered over to where Kathi and Shannon sat.
"Hi, Shannon," he said, and flashed a mouthful of sparkling white teeth. "Is this your sister?"
"No, you clod-it's my mother...."
"You're kidding," he said. "Oh, wow ... sorry, Mrs. Sweeney. I didn't mean ... you know!"
"It's alright," Kathi said, and smiled.
"It's just that you look so young."
"Why thank you, young man...."
"His name is Kam, Mom-Kam Darrow," Shannon said, and wrinkled her nose. "He plays' football ... and certain other games, which we won't go into at the moment."
"Hi, Kam," Kathi said, and held out her hand to him. "Won't you join us?"
Kam took her hand, flushing slightly. "Okay," he said, and let loose of Kathi's hand as he slid into the booth opposite the Sweeney females. "Just for a minute. I told the gang I'd be right back."
"How's Mary Ellen, Kam?" Shannon said.
"C'mon, Shannon. I explained all that!"
"You're great at explanations, Kam!"
"Can't we talk about that some other time? I mean, I'm sure your mother doesn't want to hear about Mary Ellen Parks."
"Oh, I have no secrets from Mom, Kam," Shannon said, delighted with the youth's reaction to her little game of tease. "Mary Ellen has a real thing about great big strong, handsome football players, Mom, Especially Kam!"
"It's not like Shannon is trying to make it sound, Mrs. Sweeney," Kam said. "Honest, it isn't...."
"Is Mary Ellen one of your friends, Shannon?"
Kathi said. "I can't recall you ever mentioning her name."
"She's a whore, Mom," Shannon said, and frowned. "She's made it with every guy on the football team-not to mention baseball, basketball and track."
"Every guy except one," Kam said.
"Says you...."
"Yeah, says me" the youth said angrily. "Look, Shannon, I swear, all she was doing was helping me with my homework. I ... I...." He turned to Kathi, his eyes pleading for understanding. "I'm in danger of failing English, Mrs. Sweeney. Jammie can tell you, that Miss Fong is tough. Mary Ellen ... I ... we ... oh, damn! We were in the public library, Mrs. Sweeney. The public library! What could happen in a place like that?"
"I'm sure I don't know," Kathi said.
"Well, it sure wasn't what Shannon is trying to make it out to be," Kam said. "I'll bet you think I'm horrible."
"No, really, I don't, Kam!"
"Hey; here comes Jammie with your food," Kam said. "I'd better split."
He looked over at Shannon as he stood up, his face twisted in an impossible frown. He had meant his expression to look tough, man-of-the-worldly, but somehow-he ended up looking more like a big, beefy kid with a belly-ache.
"Goodbye, Kam darling," Shannon cooed.
Jammie waited in the aisle for Kam to vacate the seat. He looked at his mother and grinned.
"Boy, this sister of yours," Kam said.
"She's a problem at home, too," Jammie said, and winked at Shannon. "Always on the phone-nobody else in the house can get to it."
"Girlfriends, huh?"
"Well, sometimes it's girlfriends."
Kam shrugged, looked down at his shoes. "Mostly other guys, huh? It figures...."
Jammie shrugged, tried to look noncommittal.
Kam turned to leave, stopped short. "What about tomorrow, Shannon?" he said. "Are we going roller skating or not?"
"I haven't made up my mind yet," Shannon said. "I'll let you know right after school."
"Will you talk with her, Jammie?" Kam said miserably. "Tell her there's nothing between me and Mary Ellen Parks ... or any other girl, either!"
"I'll try, Kam...."
Kam shrugged, returned to his group. Kathi heard one of the boys exclaim, "Shannon's mother! They must be putting you on, man. That chick ain't more than nineteen or twenty."
Kathi blushed and Jammie and Shannon laughed. "At last," Jammie said, and began to pass out the food. "Some real competition for my baby sister." Shannon frowned, gave her brother the finger.
"Is that the thanks I get for helping you hook that big fish?" Jammie said. "By the way, just in case you really don't know, he's giving it to you straight about Mary Ellen. Nothing between them."
"Oh, I know," Shannon said. "Not anymore, anyway. Not that she wouldn't like to get her hands on him again."
"So you're using her as bait?"
"More or less ... and I really don't need any help from you, big brother. He was hooked quite nicely before you ever stuck your nose into things. But thanks just the same."
"It's the thought that counts."
"I never would have believed a hamburger joint could be so educational," Kathi said, and grinned. "I think I've found out more about the two of you in the past ten minutes than I did in the previous ten months."
"Yeah, and the burgers are good, too," Jammie said. Excuse me," Shannon said, and jumped up from the booth. "Kam and his friends are about to leave and I think I'll give him one final turn of the screw, just for good measure. I'll be right back."
"I had no idea your sister was such a vamp," Kathi said. "She ... she...."
"Doesn't she, though," Jammie said, and grinned. "Relax, Mom, she's a good kid ... and that's not an easy thing to be when you're put together like her."
"She's really one sexy number....
"She's still a virgin, Mom."
"Yeah, she told me. Earlier this evening, as a matter-of-fact. But tell me-what about you, Jammie? Are you still a virgin?"
"That'd be telling....
"You never date or anything!"
"I've got no time, Mom. I figure it'll cost me twelve thousand dollars to get through four years of college at a good school. Twelve-minimum. I've got better things to do with my money than show some chick a good time."
"Are you afraid of girls, Jammie?"
"Terrified of them, Mom!"
"I'm serious, son...."
"Well, don't be. This whole conversation is ludicrous."
"That Mary Ellen, the girl Kam and Shannon were having the fight about-what's she like?"
"She goes for jocks, Mom. Hates intellectuals, especially me. Not only that, but one of her boobs is bigger than the other one."
"Oh, Jammie," Kathi said. "Is she really as loose as Shannon made her out to be?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Oh, just curious, I guess...."
"Just curious, huh?" Jammie said, and grinned. "It's beginning to sound like you're trying to fix me up."
"Why, Jammie Douglas, I ... I...." Kathi paused, a wide grin sweeping across her face. "Yeah, I guess that's what I was doing, alright."
"She's not my type, Mom."
"What is your type?"
"I like older woman," Jammie said. "With blond hair and blue eyes and freckles and...."
"Alright, Jammie," Kathi said. "I still can't see why you won't at least ask her out."
"She's a drag, Mom."
"Well, I'm not asking you to marry her. Take her to a drive-in movie or something."
"Now it sounds as if you're trying to get me laid."
"Oh, Jammie!"
"Well, it does, Mom."
"A boy needs experience, Jammie," Kathi said. "A girl like that could ... shhhhh, here comes your sister. I really pity that boy, Kam. She's got him jumping through hoops."
Shannon slid in next to her mother, began to munch on her hamburger, looking like the cat who had swallowed the canary.
"Mom wants to know if Mary Ellen is really as loose as you made her out to be, Shannon," Jammie said.
"Loose ... P" Shannon said, and then looked at Jammie and raised an eyebrow. "That bitch could take on a bull elephant and still have enough room left in her twat to take on the South High basketball team."
"Shannon Sweeney . ... "
"Oh, I was only kidding, Mom."
"I wish you'd give me a straight answer."
"She sleeps around quite a bit," Shannon said. "But so do a lot of other chicks, Mom. Sometimes I wonder what it is I'm missing by staying a virgin."
CHAPTER SIX
Fay Williams took a long hot shower and changed into her bed clothes before she woke her husband.
"What time is it, babe?"
"Nearly ten-thirty," she said. "I think I'm going to go to bed, darling. I ... I'm not feeling too well. Maybe I shouldn't have had that wine at supper."
"How about a kiss?"
"Well, I ... of course, darling," she said, and brushed her lips across his forehead.
"Still mad at me, huh?"
"Oh, no, darling," Fay said, as she tried desperately to hold back the rush of tears she felt forming in her eyes. "At this moment I probably love you more than I ever have before in all our years together."
"C'mere," Chuck said, and patted his knees. "Come sit with me for a little while."
"I'm really very tired, Chuck."
"Please sweetheart...."
"Chuck, I...."
"Just for two minutes, Fay. Please...."
Fay sat down on her husband's lap. He slipped an arm around her waist, patted her on the knee with his free hand. She seemed to melt against his warmth. She put an arm around his neck, pulled his head against her bosom. She began to stroke his head, moving her fingers gently through his mop of graying brown hair.
"You feel pretty good, you know that, lady?"
"You feel pretty good yourself-for an old man."
"Something came to me while I was asleep, something I might have read once and forgot ... or maybe I heard it on one of the TV talk shows."
"What's that, Chuck?"
"The idea is that a man could really be a fantastic lover even if he didn't have a penis. There are all sorts of things a man could use to make love to a woman."
"Well, of course, silly...."
"This isn't coming out the way I had hoped, Fay."
"I'm still listening, dear."
"Making love is more than just getting off-having an orgasm. When it's real, it's probably the most perfect form of communication two people can know."
"It's not coming through, Chuck."
"I love you very much, Fay."
"I love you, too, sweetheart...."
"I was really off-base tonight, before supper."
"Oh, let's not talk about that, baby," Fay said. "You were worried about being laid off and...."
"Don't make excuses for me, Fay. And-look, I really need to say this. Okay?"
Fay nodded, waiting.
"When you said what you did-about being so horny. I damn near peed in my pants, Fay. It really messes with a guy's head to know in his gut that he can't take care of his wife's needs-especially her sexual needs."
"Don't say any more, Chuck. Please...."
"I've got to, Fay. I've got to get this off my chest or I'll bust. Please, listen...."
"Alright, sweetheart!"
"If I had one magic wish, Fay, it'd be that this old cock of mine would snap to attention every time you walked into the room. But I don't have one magic wish."
"Perhaps a doctor...."
I've been to a doctor, Fay," he said. "Three different ones, in fact. They all agreed it's not organic. Up here-" He tapped his temple. "The thing is, I was only worrying about me. Feeling sorry for myself. I don't think I gave ten whole seconds thought to the fact that you have needs-strong needs in the area of sex."
"I wish you wouldn't punish yourself like this, Chuck."
Suddenly, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom, Fay squealing like a teenager. He set her down in the middle of the double bed they had shared for nearly twenty-four years and nestled down next to her, his eyes bright with a sense of purpose. He kissed her, gently on the lips, and began to work his hand inside the front of her baggy old housecoat.
"Oh, Chuck ... lover."
"Hey; are you crying?"
"It's just that I love you so much, sweetheart."
"Yeah, well ... as soon as I manage to get you out of all these yard goods, I'm going to demonstrate just how much I happen to love you, too, you sexy grandmother."
"Just hold me, lover," Fay said. "Hold me tight, Chuck. There's no need for you to prove a thing-not to me."
"But I want to, Fay. I really want to."
Fay shook her head slowly from side to side, guilt crackling through her body. "Did anyone ever tell you your sense of timing stinks?" she said, and sighed. "Really stinks?"
"I know; I know...."
"No; you can't!"
"Sure; I know-I really turned you off before," he said. "But give me just a few minutes, baby, and I'll have you panting like a virgin on her wedding night." An image of the man called Bull popped into her mind and she very nearly screamed. I must tell him, she said in silence. About Bull. About ... the whole sordid mess!
"Chuck, I ... earlier tonight, I...."
There was so much love in his eyes, so much trust.
"What is it, Fay?"
How can I tell him? she asked herself. It would kill him, strip him of what little pride he has left. No, it's my secret ... but I promise you this, my darling; never again! Never, ever again. Not with Bull, not even with sweet, gentle Jammie Douglas.
"All I can think of is how very much I need you at this moment," she said. "You ... you dirty old man, you. Getting a grandmother all hot and bothered."
"Well, the old part of that title needs a favor, babe!"
"Anything, darling...."
"Would you mind if we cheated a bit?"
The color suddenly drained from Fay's face. He knows, she told herself. Oh, God ... he knows! But-why, why is he smiling like that?
"I'm out of shape, I guess," Chuck said. "All those rags you're wearing, it'll take me half the night to get you out of them. Couldn't we get undressed and then get back into bed?"
Fay sighed with relief. "Oh, Chuck," she cooed, "there's no romance left in your soul."
"Well, I ... I...."
"Only kidding, darling. Old folks like us are entitled to a few short cuts."
She was out of her bedclothes and back in bed before her husband had his shoes and socks off. She lay watching him as he fumbled to get out of his pants like a schoolboy about to get his first piece. He was unable to get his zipper to move. He tugged and tugged, very nearly losing his balance in the process ... and Fay giggled, her naked flesh covered with goose bumps.
"Do you need some help, sweetheart?"
"Fuck off, will you?" Chuck groaned, laughing at himself. "I ... I can handle this, I think."
"Hurry, dear. I'm already panting like a virgin on her wedding night ... and you haven't even touched me!"
"Must be my ESP," Chuck groaned. "Oh, this goddam zipper. Damn it, I ... I...."
He jammed his thumbs down inside his pants at the hips and began to work them down, writhing and puffing, roaring with laughter. Finally, they fell to his ankles. He kicked them off, sending them sailing, and climbed out of his underwear. He stood looking at her for a moment, sweat bathing his body, grinning lustfully.
"What are you waiting for, stupid?"
He dove onto the bed, took her into his arms and kissed her fiercely. She moaned as he drove his tongue down between her lips and began to search. A tremor raced through Fay's body as their tongues met and began to frolic. They played hide-and-seek, tag, and follow-the-leader ... and games that had neither titles nor rules but were made up as they went along and were alike only in the awesome intensity of their message.
His lips left her mouth, began to travel slowly down over her neck. Fay cupped her hands around the back of his head and began to ease his mouth downward.
"My titties, lover," she moaned. "My nipples!"
He kissed one of the trembling paps there-a quick, teasing lass of exploration. Her hands tightened their grip on his head, as if they were afraid he intended to stop after that one, beautiful, all too brief little buzz.
"Oh, you ... you sadist," she cooed.
Chuck continued to tease her, fluttering his tongue over the raw agony of her nipples for a moment and then backing off, waiting. Her body began to writhe violently, slithering across the bedspread. Her breasts felt as if they were about to explode. She began to push and tug at his head, trying with all her strength to force his lips to stay against her hard, tormented nipples.
"Please, lover ... please, please, please!"
Chuck drew the dark, convulsing cone up into his mouth, held it captive with his lips while his tongue danced wildly across the tip. Fay cried out in frantic joy. It felt as if a series of thunderbolts had been set loose in her body. She was gushing down there now, gushing in a way that would have had even Jammie green with envy. She had never known her husband to be such a tease, such a ... a ... but words failed her.
"Do you like that, baby?" he said.
"Don't talk," she cried. "Suck...."
He took her nipple back into his mouth, placed a hand on the trembling firmness of her belly. The muscles within Fay's thighs began to twitch, the cords there straining and snapping. She spread her legs, exposing all of her hot, dripping vulva to his touch.
"Oh, lover ... the pain," she cried. "The beautiful, sweet pain, my darling! Oh, Chuck...."
He began to explore the entrance to her snatch, pausing every now and again to dip the tip of his finger down into the hot, sputtering goo that lay just below the surface. Finally, he parted the lips and eased his finger down deep into that wet, pulsing mass. The walls of her pussy snapped, grasping for his finger. They captured it, clutched it frantically, but they were unable to hold it. He began to move it in and out, in and out ... and then the tip of his finger brushed lightly against her clitoris and Fay screamed. Her whole body seemed to leap from the bed, led by the rapidly thrusting gyrations of her pelvis.
"You bastard," she cried. "You sweet bastard!"
Her reaction was like a heady wine, intoxicating him.
She began to move her hips from side to side, gliding them in a wide, graceful arc. The muscles in her buttocks rippled with excitement, sending her raw, explosive pussy higher and ever higher as she strained to meet each new downward stroke of his wildly probing finger.
"Faster," she cried. "Please, darling, faster...."
"Would you like me to eat you now?"
"Y-y-y-yes ... YES!"
He gave her nipple a fond, farewell kiss and began to nibble his lips down along her trembling body. He moved at a snail's pace, sucking and licking as he went. The muscles in her belly knotted, snapped, knotted again. He paused as he reached the thick, matted web of pubic hair, and began to suck at the passion dew that had collected there. He savored it, seemingly drawing needed strength from its pungent flavor.
Fay's body bucked, and Chuck resumed the journey of his lips and tongue, playfully resisting the frantic pressure of her hands on his head as they tried to hurry his mouth to its ultimate destination.
"It's torture, lover," Fay cried. "Really, I ... I can't take any more teasing. I want to feel your tongue inside me before I come. And I'm so close, darling ... so very, very close. Please Chuck ... your tongue."
He placed a long, surging lass on the hot goo-covered lips of her vulva ... and Fay cried out in joyous triumph. Her breath came in short, hard bursts. She had to struggle to keep her lungs filled with air. Her body bucked, rippling with convulsing spasms.
"Yes, baby. Yes ... yes, yes, yes!"
The aroma of her musk was dark and sweet, stronger than he had ever know it before. He spent a brief moment enjoying it before suddenly sending his tongue surging down inside the churning cauldron that was her cunt.
"The clit," Fay screamed. "Hurry, darling...." Quickly, he sent his tongue rooting through the thick, puffy folds of flesh at the top of her snatch in search of her clitoris. He probed like a madman, unable to find it.
Fay beat at the sides of his head, lost to everything but her frantic need. "Get it, you bastard," she cried. "Get that fucking clit." She dug the heel of her hand into the mound of flesh above her snatch, trying to help him ... and suddenly her clit popped free.
He swirled his tongue against the hot, bursting button, and Fay squealed with sensuous joy. She began to scoot all over the bed, her legs out in a huge bow, rolling and twisting, thrashing wildly, as she ground her pussy tighter and tighter against his face.
It was all Chuck could do to hold onto his treasure, but he refused to give it up. He followed every turn and twist of her body, every roll and dip as she zigzagged wildly across the bedspread. His lips and tongue grew bolder, spurred on by her frantic cries of joy, driving at the clit with a raw, explosive passion. He dug his fingers into her rump, lifted her hips up from the bed. Fay wiggled wildly, screaming in protest ... but all he did was hold her snatch tighter against his mouth, moving quickly to meet each new ploy of her gyrating pelvis.
Her words sounded like a shrill wail of a siren, rising and falling with a feverish pitch. Suddenly, she grew still, the grinding rasp of her labored breathing drowning out every other sound in the room. And then; total silence....
It hit, exploding like a tropical storm-an orgasm like none other she had ever known. At its peak it was like the wings of a giant bird beating against her. And it hit again ... and again and again and again. Finally, it began to subside. Chuck eased her still trembling body back down onto the bed and waited while a series of sharp little after-climaxes worked their way through her body. She opened her eyes, looked up into her husband's wet, smiling face and began to cry.
"Hey, this isn't a time for tears."
"Oh, Chuck ... I love you so much."
He grinned, rose up into a kneeling position.
"That's one you owe me, sweetheart," he said.
"You can collect anytime you want, baby....
"Yeah? Like ... right now?"
"Sure, lover, but...."
"Will you look at this," he cried, beaming with happiness and pride. He was hard, fantastically hard-alive and pulsing with need. "Have you ever seen such a beautiful thing?"
"Oh, Chuck...."
"C'mon, grandma," he said, and giggled. "Get the lead out. I don't want to lose this thing. I've waited too long to get it."
Fay took a pillow from the head of the bed, fluffed it up and worked it under her rump ... and then she spread her long, shapely legs.
"Come get me, grandpa," she said.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FRIDAY
It was a few minutes after midnight when Bull Sweeney arrived home. He walked into the kitchen, flopped himself down at the table ... and then bellowed at the top of his voice for Kathi
"Kathi" be wailed. "Kathi you bitch....
She was in bed, nearly asleep, but she got up and hurried down to meet him. He was drunk, she knew. Mean drunk. He'd have the whole house up and frightened if she didn't get to him quickly and quiet him down. Her heart seemed to catch in her throat as she sailed down the stairs from the second floor.
"I'm hungry he said as she padded into the kitchen, her feet bare. "Get me something to eat"
"I can fix you a sandwich, coffee....
"Fuck that noise," he said, and pounded his fist against the table. "I want a meal, wife. I want my goddamn supper. I want it now!"
"But everything is frozen, Clarence."
I'll wait "
"But it's after midnight-it'll take an hour for anything to thaw-maybe longer," she said. "Look, tomorrow I'll fix you a very special supper. I could broil a couple of steaks on the grill and...."
"I SAID NOW," Bull thundered, and slammed his fists down against the table again. "AND NOW MEANS NOW. GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN GEAR, WOMAN! MOVE...."
He was spoiling for a fight. His eyes-they had that look. It was like having some half-crazed jungle animal watch her. He glared at her, his mouth slack, slobber running down his chin, breathing heavily. "GET MOVING BITCH...."
"Clarence, everything is frozen!"
"Oh, yeah ... well, what did you and the kids eat?"
"We went out for hamburgers...."
"We've got money to bum, huh?"
"Jammie treated," she said, and then bit her lip. There was no way to stop the fight now. The mere mention of her son's name would get him off. She began to tremble, waiting for the bomb to explode. "Jammie treated, huh?"
"He was only trying to make up for being late, Clarence. It was just his way of apologizing, that's all."
"Yeah, right," Bull said with a leer. "If there's one thing that faggot knows how to do it's say he's sorry."
"No, Bull. Don't start again...."
"And he's right, too. That kid is just about the sorriest excuse for a man I've ever seen."
"Stop it, Bull...."
"When did you start giving the orders in this house?"
"I ... I'm not giving orders, Clarence, but I won't have you talk about my son like that. He's not what you say. He's not queer ... "
A look of total contempt filled Bull's face. He looked at his wife for the longest time, slowly shaking his head from side to side. "When are you going to face facts, Kathi?" he growled. "The kid's a dick licker, a cocksucking fag!"
Kathi's body trembled with rage. "You animal," she shrieked. "You filthy animal...."
"Sweet Jammie Douglas, the neighborhood queen!" Kathi covered her ears with her hands. She turned, as if to leave, then pulled up short. He'd follow her no matter where she went.
"Cocksucker," he bellowed.
"Shut your filthy mouth...."
"Why don't you make me, cunt," Bull said, and leaned forward in his chair. "C'mon, Kathi. It's been more than a month since I gave you a good ass-kicking."
"Don't try it, Bull!"
"Who's going to stop me?" Bull demanded. "That faggot son of yours? That sweet little dick-licker? I'll call him for you, if you want...."
"I don't need any help!"
"Sure, you've always been able to take care of yourself, haven't you, cunt? Just like when Andy Douglas knocked you up and took off for the hills."
"That was a long time ago, Bull...."
"Some things a guy never forgets."
"I was a kid, Bull-a fifteen-year-old lad, and I really thought I was in love. I made a mistake. How long are you going to punish me for it? Every time you get drunk it's the same thing: Andy, Andy, Andy I I'm sick of it!"
"Did you ever suck him off, Kathi?"
"Bull, we've been through this a hundred times !"
"Did you let him come in your mouth?"
"YES," Kathi screamed. "DOZENS OF TIMES, HUNDREDS ... THOUSANDS! FIFTY TIMES IN ONE DAY! Does that satisfy you, you creep? Are you happy now?"
Bull zipped down his fly, released his cock. He turned in his chair to face Kathi. "C'mere," he said. "Nibble on this for a while, cunt!"
"You're disgusting, Bull!"
"Yeah; I've got dirty finger nails...."
"Put that thing back in your pants," Kathi said. "What if one of the kids came down?"
Bull leered, curled his fingers around the flaccid shaft and wiggled his cock at his wife. "You afraid that faggot son of yours will beat you to it?" he said, and laughed mirthlessly. "You're a real pair, a couple of prize dick-lickers."
Kathi picked up a frying pan from the drain at the sink and raised it over her head. "One more crack like that and I'll let you have this over the head."
"Cocksuckers, the lot of you...."
Kathi screamed as she sent the heavy pan flying in the direction of Bull's head. It missed him, but not by much. It banged against the wall, crashed to the floor. The color suddenly drained from Bull's face. He stood up, weaving from side to side, rage contorting his face.
"That rips it," he said, and balled his hands into fists. "You've had this coming for a long time, cunt...."
Kathi opened a drawer under the sink and took out a long, sharp carving knife. "Stay away from me, you bastard," she said. "I'll use this. I'm warning you....
He began to move toward her, circling to his left. Kathi slashed wildly at the air. Bull blinked, backed off a step or two. "You're serious, huh?" he said. "Going to cut the man who made an honest woman of you....
"I won't let you beat me, Bull. Not this time!"
"Aw, Kathi ... c'mon. I was only trying to scare you."
"Stay away from me...."
Bull began to blubber. "I only asked for what any husband has a right to," he said, and lowered his head. "Food and ... and sex."
Kathi lowered the knife to her side. She had never seen her husband like that before, hunched over in defeat. "I told you I'd make you a sandwich," she said.
"And the sex?"
"Bull, can you really expect me to make love to you after all the evil things you did and said today? I can't, really, I can't!"
Bull shrugged, returned to the table.
"Will you put that knife away?" he said. "Please!"
"Is ... is it over?"
"I give you my word, I won't hit you."
"Really, Bull?"
"What do you want me to do, sign something in blood?"
Kathi opened the drawer, returned the knife to its resting place. She took a package of lunch meat and a head of lettuce from the refrigerator, set them on the counter. She was reaching into the breadbox when Bull leaped to his feet, raced across the room and wrapped his thick arms around her, clutching at her breasts as he ground his suddenly erect penis up against the firm, vibrant flesh of her bottom.
"You creep," she cried.
"You don't want it in the mouth," he said, and snorted. "Okay, let's see how you like it in the ass."
"Bull, no, please...."
"In the ass," he sang, "In the ass, in the ass!"
His fingers bit deeply into her breasts. She cried out in pain, struggling frantically. Her efforts only served to spur him on. He dropped one hand, lifted the back of her gown and then guided the head of his hard, throbbing prick down between the twin half globes of her bottom.
"No, Bull. Please, please ... no!"
He rammed the head of his cock against her anus, rippling with perverse pleasure. Kathi whimpered as his cock ripped at the rim there, forcing it to widen.
"Okay, okay," she cried. "I ... I'll suck you off. It hurts, Bull. It hurts so much."
He continued to probe, laughing drunkenly.
"Bull, I can't bear the pain."
He dug his hands into her belly, lunged forward with his cock. He grunted, mimicking Kathi's cries of protest. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out her pain as his prick made its way down that dark canal. She tried to force herself to relax, hoping to ease the pain that way ... but he kept boring in on her, thrusting away savagely.
"Oh, God," she cried.
"Hey, that's nice," Bull said. "So tight, baby ... a whole lot tighter than your pussy."
"It hurts, Bull. Can't you understand that, you fucking bastard. It hurts so much, Bull...."
Good,....
He continued to knead the agonized flesh of her belly, digging his fingers in as deeply as they would go and then squeezing with all his might Kathi very nearly passed out "This back door stuff is great," Bull said. "No kidding, Kathi. I should have tried it years ago."
"Get it over with," Kathi pleaded. "The pain...."
"You're always telling me how you like an easy rider," he said, and roared with laughter. "You can't come if it's too fast, remember? Slow and easy, ain't that what you say? Well, this one's going to be as slow as I can make it."
"You pig, you stinking pig....
Bull grabbed her by the nipples, squeezed them between his thumbs and forefingers until she started to scream. Kathi put her hand to her mouth, bit down savagely into the flesh there in an effort to stifle her painful cries. It was a real miracle they hadn't awakened the kids already.
She began to roll her hips, hoping to quicken his climax that way-anything to get it over with.
"Nice, baby," Bull cried. "Real nice...."
He began to move faster, ramming his cock into her ass and then ripping it out. Faster and faster, harder and harder, huffing and blowing. She could feel his legs begin to quiver and she knew that he was there. "Easy, baby," he said. "I ... I'm close."
She could feel him explode inside her canal, feel the sperm splashing against the walls of agonized flesh. "Oh, oh, jaysus," Bull wailed. "Did I come, baby. Oh, wow...." He pulled away from her, leaned against the wall for support. Kathi dropped to her knees, covered her face with her hands and began to cry.
Bull's cock and the front of his pants were covered with her blood. He looked down at the mess, did a quick double-take and began to laugh, his eyes flashing hotly with some secret delight "Hey, Kathi," he said. "Look ... !"
"Leave me alone, you bastard."
"You got to see this, Kathi," he said, and roared with laughter. "Imagine, after all these years-I finally got your cherry."
Kathi looked up at him, at the sight of all that blood covering the front of him, and she began to retch.
"You animal," she cried.
"Now you know why they call me the Bull, baby!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Slowly, Kathi made her way upstairs to the bathroom.
She attended to her wounded anus as best she could, washing away the blood (discovering the flesh there had been tom in three separate places) and then smearing the area with huge globs of soothing cream.
That fucking animal, she cried in silence. If only I had the nerve to leave him. Just the kids and me and ... aw, what's the use? We couldn't make it financially without him.
She changed into a fresh nightgown and then headed back down to the living room. She made a bed for herself on the sofa and crawled into it.
The pain in her bottom had eased quite a bit, but she was unable to drop off to sleep. At first it had been her sense of outrage at having been so brutally violated that had kept her awake, but gradually that feeling burned itself out It was just another in the long list of brutal things she had learned to live with because of the kids. Now it was the impending confrontation between Bull and Jammie that filled her thoughts. It was coming, that confrontation-and soon.
They had never really got along all that well, not even when Jammie was a baby. Bull resented the child. It was a constant reminder that his wife had not come to him pure and chaste. She was used goods, someone's leavings. But there was something more than that now. He really seemed to hate the boy. But why? Why?
She was unable to rid herself of the gnawing feeling that Bull's hatred of her son had been the cause, the real cause of what had taken place in the kitchen. Oh, that was nutty, she knew, but she was unable to shake the feeling. Bull had never been a gentle man-far from it, but lately there seemed to be a raw sense of desperation about everything he did, almost as if he were trying to prove something to himself.
A few weeks back Jammie had kissed her and Bull had flown into a rage and thrown the boy up against the wall. "You're too damn old to be kissing your mother on the mouth," he had said, and then warned the boy that he would kill him if he ever did it again. It was right after that incident that he started with the faggot business, saying that Jammie was queer.
Is he jealous of the boy? Afraid that somehow my own son will replace him as my ... my lover?
The thought sent shivers running up and down her spine. She got up, walked into the kitchen and fixed herself a cup of hot cocoa. The pain in her bottom flared up again as she sat down at the table.
That animal; that slimy animal....
It wasn't cocoa she wanted, but a drink-a large one. She found the bottle of bourbon Bull kept in the cupboard and poured herself about three ounces of the dark amber liquid into a water glass. She wasn't much of a drinker and the bourbon burned her throat. She gagged and coughed, very nearly retched as she downed the liquor ... but then a warm, tingling glow hit her and swept over her body.
Oh, that's nice....
She glided back into the living room, feeling giddy, her head swimming a mile a minute. She giggled, sprawled out onto the sofa. Very, very nice....The bourbon felt so warm, so very nice and warm-like a fire raging inside her.
"I must be drunk," she said aloud, and giggled.
Hot, fiery-hot. Even ... even....
Without really being aware of the fact that she was doing it, she placed one of her hands against her snatch and began to run the tips of her fingers against the lips there.
Yes. Even there it was fiery-hot....
Especially down there.
The lips were damp, quivering. She began to press a bit harder against them, moving her fingers in a long, narrow, figure-eight pattern that ran from the top of her suddenly pulsing snatch to the edge of her wounded anus.
That's nice, too....
What an insane sort of thing, she mused. What a delightful and insane thing.
Her fingers dipped down into her snatch ... and she began to moan. Oh, if only I had the nerve to take a lover, she cried in silence. If only Bull would realize that I have some needs, too....
You sure can pick 'em Kathi-baby. First a boy who ran off and left you pregnant ... and then Bull, that animal. A really great pair, girl....
At least Andy had been sweet and kind. Bull was a lousy lover. He used her body like a piece of raw meat, ramming and rooting away at her. And once he reached a climax he wanted nothing more to do with her. He didn't care that he had left her on edge, totally frustrated, on the verge of tears. She had tried in every way she could think of to make him see her plight, but he merely shrugged it off ... or worse, said that it was really her fault, that if she were a normal woman she would have gone off half a dozen times while he was fucking her. She had begged and pleaded, but all he had ever done was laugh at her.
"You didn't make it," he had often said. "So, play with yourself...."
And so she did-frequently.
She closed her eyes, and sent her finger deep into her snatch. She was so wet down there, so alive with need. She began to probe for her clitoris, teasing her self, enjoying the delicious sense of expectation that was building up within the wet, hungry walls of her cunt.
Who will it be tonight? she asked herself as her finger made contact with her clit. The butcher? Or the baker? What about the candlestick maker?
She always fantasized as she masturbated, dreaming that this man or that was making love to her as she caressed the tip of her clitoris. She had probably made love to a thousand different men that way, in fantasy, in the years she and Clarence had been married.
If he only knew....
Sometimes it was a movie star or the hero of some TV series. Sometimes it was the husband of one of her friends. A neighbor man. Sometimes it was a man she had happened to see on the street or in the supermarket. Sometimes it was another woman. Always they were gentle and kind, those fantasy lovers. Always they were easy riders, the way her first lover, Andy Douglas, had been. Sex had always been such a beautiful thing with him.
Andy-yes, it was Andy she wanted tonight.
She began to squirm, to move her hips against her imaginary lover. Andy ... oh, Andy! His image popped into her mind. They were both young again, kids, really-playing at being grown-ups. He was such a handsome man, and Jammie looked so very much like him. So tall and slender and....
Suddenly, her eyes popped open.
The image she saw-it wasn't Andy. No; it was ... it was ... oh, dear God, it was Jammie. My own son! My own flesh and blood....
She got to her feet, returned to the kitchen and poured herself another drink. Her hands were trembling so fiercely that she had to grip the glass with both hands in order to get it to her mouth. Again she gagged mid choked, very nearly brought it back up, but as soon as the glass was empty she refilled it and drank that down.
The bourbon seemed to quiet her.
Finally, her hands stopped trembling ... but now her head was swimming so violently that she had to grab onto the counter to keep from toppling over.
Sweet Jammie, she mused. My own little boy....
She was very drunk now, more drunk that she had ever been before in her life. It was sort of like she was floating above the city, sailing along in the clouds.
Sweet little Jammie....
She had read stories of women who were sexually attracted to their sons ... and the stories had always excited her. But that was fiction-something made up, and this was real life. Still....
The hot, bubbling sense of expectation within the spongy walls of her vagina seemed stronger than ever. Is this what being drunk does to you? No wonder Bull always comes home so hot to trot! Tears began to fall from her eyes ... and then she hiccupped and began to giggle. Its all so crazy, she said to herself. Crazy and mixed-up and wonderful....
She dipped her finger down between the lips of her vulva again ... and the soft, wet tissue there seemed to close violently around the probe, grasping at it with all its might and then pushing it upward, upward-to her clit!
Not Jammie-anyone but him! Testing, she closed her eyes again.
She seemed to be in the middle of a huge bed in a dark room, sprawling out naked on her back. Somewhere, far off, she could hear someone playing a honky-tonk piano. She was obviously in a whorehouse ... and she was one of the girls. The thought filled her with excitement. A door at the far end of the room opened and a tall, slender man walked in. It was too dark to make out his face but she knew that it was Jammie. He, too, was naked. His cock was huge and hard, throbbing with a fiery need-a need for her. Oh, God, he's so much like his real father.
She started to open her eyes, stopped. She was tired of fighting it. Her need was too great to continue to fight. And she wanted him, wanted her own son to be her lover.
Hello, Jammie....
I need you, Mom!
No, she cried. Its wrong....
But even as the words left her mouth she was reaching out to touch him, to touch his hard, beautiful cock. She curled her fingers around the shaft and began to stroke it. He cried out to her and she pulled him to her ... and then he was on top of her, his hungry lips pressing wildly against her own, his fingers probing gently into the vibrant flesh of her magnificent breasts.
Trust me, Mom. Everything will be alright if only you trust me. Please, please ... trust me!
It's wrong, Jammie. It's wrong....
His cock brushed against the shimmering lips of her vulva and a ripple of joy raced through her body. Wrong or not, I want him. I want my own son. She spread her long, tapered legs and arched her back, began to press her quivering cunt up against the head of his penis.
Oh, Mom ... Mom....
She hesitated for a moment, fighting back die sense of guilt and panic that seemed to sweep through her body, and then she began to thrust upward with her dripping snatch, twisting and rolling, vibrating against him....
But the boy did not respond.
What's wrong? she rasped.
I must have the words, Mom! Tell me you need me!
I do, Jammie. Can't you tell?
Then say it!
No, no ... I can't!
The words are like a wall between us, the boy said. You have to say it, Mom, or the wall will keep us apart forever!
Oh, God....
The image began to fade, to dissolve into thin air.
Hurry, Mom. There isn't much time!
I ... I want to say it, Jammie. Really, I ... but just wanting to isn't enough!
I know, I know....
The image was very nearly gone, and Kathi was filled with a sense of panic greater than she had ever experienced before.
It's almost too late, Mom!
I ... I want you, Jammie, she cried. Forgive me, but I want you so very much.
What is it you want, Mom?
Don't make me say that, too....
But you must ... and hurry. They'll never let me come to you again if you don't do it now. Say it! Say the thing we both know is true. Say it, Mom. Say it!
Alright, alright....I want you to ... to fuck me. Your mother wants you to stick that big, hard cock of yours inside her snatch and fuck her. Fuck me, son. Please, Jammie. I want you to fuck me....
The image stopped fading, grew whole again. Once again his lips were on her own, his hot tongue pushing ever so gently between her trembling lips.
Jammie ... oh, lover!
His cock moved smoothly into her cunt as the tips of his fingers bit lovingly into the cheeks of her ass. It felt so good to have him inside her at last-so wonderful. She began to move her hips against him, gliding them easily from side to side as he moved his manhood in and out, in and out of her wet, exploding pussy.
Fuck me, Jammie. Fuck your mother....
In the real world her finger whipped against her clit, rubbing and stroking, harder and harder. She wanted to cry out her joy, to announce to the whole world that her big, beautiful son had brought her to the brink of orgasm ... and what an orgasm it was going to be, too.
The image seemed so real, as if it really were Jammie who was fucking her. So real, so real ... She began to tremble, to cry out her son's name, as wave after wave of harsh, ripping spasms hammered at her body. And then she was unable to hold back any longer ... and her cunt felt like a volcano that was about to erupt. It exploded, a climax so intense that it actually frightened her.
Oh, Jammie ... Jammie, my son.
Slowly, she made her way back into the living room and crawled onto the sofa. Her body was bathed in sweat and her spunk had collected in thick layers on the inside of her thighs ... but she was too exhausted to do anything about it. She closed her eyes again. The image of Jammie was still there; it smiled down at her.
It was beautiful, son, she said.
For me, too....
And now I know what's been driving Bull crazy lately, she said. He knew I wanted you. I guess I knew it, too, but I was ashamed to admit it.
I must go, Mom, but I'll be back whenever you need me.
No, Jammie. You must get away from here. Bull will kill you if you don't, darling....
CHAPTER NINE
Nancy Fong looked up from her desk and groaned.
It's starting, she mused. Oh, is it starting) It must be close to one....
Every day, Monday through Friday, she sat on hot pants at precisely one o'clock. It was the craziest thing: a teacher with a case of the screaming hots for one of her students. And it wasn't as if she didn't lead an active sex life. Rhys Jones from the history department and she were a regular thing, several times a week. And there were others, both male and female-a lot of them. But this kid....
The one o'clock bell rang and she quickly dismissed the class. She watched, feigning a smile, as the students filed noisily out of the room.
She was tall for an Oriental, nearly five feet six inches, with a full, robust figure that was the envy of most of her female students. Her face was round, her eyes slanted and very dark. She had a button, nose and full, pouty lips. She wore her silky black hair in a ponytail that fell midway down her back. She taught English and creative writing.
He'll be here in five minutes....
She closed her eyes, bit down hard on her bottom lip-but it didn't help. Nothing seemed to help anymore. Indeed, the raw and sprawling feeling of desperation that churned away wildly inside her pussy seemed to grow more intense, more wild and violent with each tick of the clock.
"What is there about that kid?" she moaned in silence. "That Jammie Douglas...."
Whatever it was, she had the hots for him ... and bad. And there wasn't a thing she could do about it. It would mean her position at South High-even her career, if she were to give in to her desires. And the worst of it was that it was affecting her relationship with Rhys. The other day, as they were making love on the couch in the living room of her apartment, she had called out Jammie's name ... and Rhys had got up and walked out. Oh, Jammie.........
She opened her eyes to find Jammie standing at the side of her desk. He stared down at her, a warm, open smile filling his handsome face. Her pussy seemed to lurch, the wet, spongy flesh there grinding hotly, snapping and twisting, as if it were trying to tie itself into knots. She shrugged, tried to smile.
"I'm afraid you caught me daydreaming, Jammie."
"I finished the book of poems you gave me," the boy said. "You told me to tell you."
Those eyes, those fantastic blue eyes....
Her cunt did another flip-flop and she had to look away from the boy for fear that she might reach out and grab him by that beautiful bulge there in the front of his pants.
"Did ... did you enjoy it?"
Jammie nodded. He slipped the thin volume from his notebook and handed it to her. She took it, brushing the tips of her fingers against his hand in the process ... and the touch of his skin was like a magical thing sending shivers of raw and naked joy shimmering up and down her spine. It felt as if her snatch were about to explode.
Much more of this and I'm going to have to lock myself in the john and play with myself. Oh, Jammie, how very much I want you; how desperately I need you....
"I'm afraid there was quite a bit I didn't understand, Miss Fong," Jammie said. "Some of the imagery, it ... well, I was hoping that you might be able to go over some of it with me to see if I'm on the right track."
"I'd be happy to, Jammie."
"Well, there's this section in the first poem," he said, and reached out for the book ... just as Nancy began to stand up to check on two students horse playing in the rear of the room. Quite by accident, his hand brushed up against one of her breasts ... and it was as if an electrical shock had passed between them.
Neither of them spoke for a long, agonized moment.
Jammie's cock had sprung to life. She could see it moving about wildly under his pants. It looked so huge, so ... so beautifully vibrant, and once again it was all she could do to keep from reaching out and grabbing it.
"Listen. Jammie, I don't think it would be fair to the rest of the class if we were to take time right now to discuss the book," she said. "Why don't you stop here after the final period today? That way we'll have plenty of time to...."
"I work after school, Miss Fong," Jammie said with a shrug. "This is my last class. I get out two periods early each day."
"That's right, you told me," Nancy said, a tremor infecting her voice. "You work at Anderson's Supermarket, delivering groceries. Well, how about later in the day-after you finish working?"
"It's sometimes six-thirty or so before I'm done," Jammie said. "The school's closed."
"Could you come to my ... my apartment?"
"Sure-but...."
She had a date with Rhys Jones, but she could always cancel it-put it off until tomorrow. "Do you know where Rushleight Road is?"
"Yes, ma'am...."
"The address is 1014, apartment 32."
"You sure you don't mind, Miss Fong?" Jammie said. "Taking your own time and everything, it ... "
"Just get there as early as possible!"
"Oh, I will...."
"I'll be waiting, Jammie."
Oh, God, Jammie, how I'll he waiting." She watched as Jammie walked to his seat. She stood up, her cunt screaming with need. "Class," she said, "I'm afraid I have to excuse myself for a few minutes. Please keep down the noise while I'm gone."
CHAPTER TEN
Kam Darrow was waiting for Shannon at her locker as the bell ending the final period for the day sounded. The sight of her coming down the hall-all blond and bouncy-made him forget to breathe.
It was the purest sort of hell just to look at her. "Well," he said as she approached him. "Are we going roller skating or not?"
"Roller skating...?"
"Oh, c'mon, Shannon," Kam said. "You knew I wanted to go to the rink this afternoon."
"I forgot," she said, and batted her eyes at him-the very soul of innocence. "Sorry...."
Kam groaned, smacked his forehead with his open hand.
"I'm truly sorry, Kam darling!"
"Well, what about it?"
"What about what?"
"Do you want to go or not?"
Shannon cocked her head to one side, seemingly considering his question. "I ... I really don't think so," she said with a little sigh, and then wrinkled her nose. "To tell the truth, I'm really not in the mood for that sort of thing this afternoon, Kam."
His mouth fell open. "But ... but...." All along he had thought that Shannon was merely playing another of her silly games, stringing him along until the last minute to make him sweat ... and there had really been no question in his mind but that she would say "yes" in the end. He looked at her through moist eyes, confusion and disappointment written heavily across his face.
"Not in the mood, huh?" he said, and slammed his fist against the face of a locker. "Not in the goddamn mood...."
"I'm afraid so," Shannon said, unable to hide the awesome feeling of power she felt. "Sorry, Kam baby...."
"Well-" he paused, shrugging "-I guess that's that!"
A devilish sort of grin began to spread across Shannon's face. "I really think I'd rather do something ... oh, something less crowded," she cooed, her voice suddenly low and wet and breathy. "What I'd really like to do is go for a nice, long ride out into the country"
"You mean you and me?"
"If you're interested!"
Oh, Shannon," Kam said, his face exploding into a huge, radiant smile. "I ... hey ... damn, woman!"
"What's that, baby?"
The smile was gone from the boy's face. She had done it again, suckered him. He looked at her, breathing deeply, trying to control the sense of anger he felt building within him. "Why do you do that?" he demanded. "Why do you always do that to me, Shannon?"
"Do what, Kammie?"
"Will you stop acting, Shannon? You know what!"
"But I don't, Kam. Really I don't "
"You mess with my head!"
"I do?" Shannon said in mock surprise. "Oh, poor Kam-poor, poor, sweet, suffering baby!'
"Will you knock off that crap?"
"But I'm confused, Kam darling," she said, and batted her eyes at him again. "What in the world could a little slip of a girl like me do to possibly mess with the mind of a big, strong football player?"' "Plenty," Kam snapped, and then groaned. "All you have to do is breathe, Shannon, and it messes with my head."
"Is that what they call non-verbal communication?"
"Yeah, something like that...."
Shannon sucked in a deep breath of air ... and her tits seemed to leap out at Kam. They strained against the material of her sweater. Kam licked his lips and began to whimper, his eyes suddenly big and round. He raised his hand, his eyes seemingly licked on those swollen mounds, as if in preparation to reach out and touch one of those huge, tempting pear-shaped glands.
"You can look, Kammie," Shannon said, and giggled, "but you'd better not touch-at least not here."
"You drive me crazy, Shannon."
"Do I, Kam darling? Do I, really?"
"Why do you torture me like this?" he said miserably. "I love you, Shannon-really love you."
"Because I love to see you panting like that, lover." she said. "You look like a big, shaggy dog ... and I really love big, shaggy dogs."
"Is that your way of admitting you love me, too?"
"I'll never tell," Shannon said.
Kam shrugged, defeated. Wordlessly, he took her by the arm and led her out to the school parking lot and his ancient, ragged Chevy. She sat with her lush body curled tightly against him as they made their way toward a park called Paterson Ledges, about fifteen miles south of the city.
Her nearness made him sweat.
The aroma of her perfume, her woman-musk, was like a rich, heady wine, intoxicating him ... and his head felt like a wildly spinning top. He had to keep reminding himself to take in air. His cock seemed to have gone crazy inside his pants, twisting and jerking, thrashing about-more hard, more alive with a fiery sense of need and excitement than he had ever known it to be before.
Her breasts-those magnificent tits-pressed tightly against his bare arm, and it was as if he could actually feel the nipples there boring their way into his flesh through her sweater and bra. They felt so hard and alive, quivering with a sense of need and desire that was every bit as frantic as his own. He tried to concentrate on his driving, but her breasts kept digging and probing....
Digging and probing....
Oh, God....
"Easy, lover," Shannon said, and giggled. "Keep your eyes on the road or we'll never get to the park."
The park, he mused. The word was like a raging fire sweeping through his body. The park was the hands-down, number one, all time favorite make-out spot for the students of South High School. There were nearly six thousand acres of really deep woods there and-well, a couple could really be alone there. It was a lot safer than a drive-in movie where someone might see you and your car rocking and rolling and put one and one together and come up with ... trouble. Besides, it was extra nice to be able to sprawl out on a blanket under the open sky-to really get back to nature.
Perhaps, maybe, this time ... oh, just maybe Shannon will let me go all the way, Kam rasped in silence. She wants it every bit as badly as me. She does, I know she does!
She was such a straight chick. It had taken him weeks and weeks of pleading just to get her to let him touch her breasts ... and even now, with them a regular thing, the most she would let him do was suck on her nipples while he finger-fucked her and she jerked him off.
Still ... she was acting very strange. Perhaps, just maybe ... this time would be different.
The mere thought of actually sinking his cock down into her tight, wet cunt made him shiver and groan. He wanted her so badly, needed her with a sense of desperation that had driven him to the very edge of sanity.
Shannon nuzzled her mouth against his ear and began to nibble on the lobe there with her lips. What a prick-teaser she is, Kam mused, shuddering, and then let out a long, low, moaning sort of wail from deep within his throat. He grabbed Shannon by the hand, forced her fingers down against the throbbing agony that was his cock.
"Poor baby," Shannon cooed as she stroked the shank of his tortured tool. "It feels as if it is about to burst ... all trembling and hard and...."
"Don't make fun of me, Shannon," Kam pleaded. "Oh, God, you have no idea how painful it is...." She zipped down his fly and released his cock. It bobbed about wildly, like a spring ready to fly apart She curled her fingers around the shaft, leaned over and placed a wet slurping kiss on its head ... and Kam's whole body bucked. He grabbed her head and pushed, hard ... and his cock popped through her lips and into her mouth. Her tongue flicked hotly against the head, and she began to swirl it around and around, bathing the face with its moisture.
"Oh, Shannon ... yeah, yeah. Suck me, baby...." Suddenly, she lifted her head.
"What the hell?" Kam demanded.
"That was just a sample," Shannon cooed. "You'll have to wait until we get to the park for anything more."
"You really mean it?" Kam said. "You're really going to suck me off? Let me come in your mouth and everything?"
The devilish grin was back on Shannon's face. "I'll never tell," she cooed.
Kam jammed his foot down against the gas pedal and the ancient Chevy leaped forward with a squeal of rubber. Twelve minutes later they were walking through the woods. Kam spread a blanket under a big oak tree and sat down. Shannon joined him and immediately reached around her back, up under the sweater, and unfastened the catch on her bra. The boy gasped as he watched her breasts lunge forward, falling free. He began to squirm, whimpering like a small puppy.
"Oh, Shannon," he cried. "Shannon...."
She took his hand, slipped it under her sweater and then pressed it tightly against her breast. Kam cried out in joyous anticipation as he felt the nipple there grow firm and begin to pulse hotly. He looked deeply into Shannon's eyes ... and then his lips were on hers, moving hungrily. The blonde parted her lips a bit and drew his tongue into her mouth ... and it was almost as if she could feel the tension exploding inside Kam's beefy body.
"I ... I want to see them," Kam said.
"See what, lover?"
"Your breasts, damn it," Kam said. "Those beautiful, so tempting tits...."
"Then take my sweater off for me!"
"Oh... oh, yeah...."
The boy sucked in a deep breath of air, as if he were steeling himself for an expected battle, and then lifted her sweater up over her head. He placed it carefully on the ground and then slipped her bra from around her golden shoulders. He moved back to inspect his handiwork ... and a look of rapture filled his face. "Fantastic," he gurgled.
Shannon filled her lungs with air, swelling her round glands to the breaking point, and then placed her hands on her hips as she thrust her breasts forward ... and Kam began to groan. His eyes grew big and round and his tongue traveled all around the rim of his lips. Again and again the tongue moved, as if he were afraid he might start slobbering if he didn't do something to prevent it.
"They axe so very beautiful, Shannon."
"Would you like to lass them?"
"You know I would...."
"Well, they're waiting!"
She lay back on the blanket and Kam crawled over to her and then hesitantly lowered his mouth against her ripe breasts. He kissed each of the nipples, jerked his head up and looked down into her face, waiting for instructions. She cupped her hands around his head and eased his mouth back against her breasts ... and after a moment of uncertainty, he took one of the nipples there up into his mouth and began to suck on it.
Oh, Kam," she cried. "That's so good, lover."
She began to squirm as the muscles within her vagina began to twitch and snap. "Kam darling," she cooed, "let's get out of our clothes."
"You mean-" Kam gulped "-everything?"
"I want to see what a football hero looks like in the raw," she said. "And don't look at me like that-you want this every bit as much as me!"
"Its just that I'm surprised, is all," Kam said. "You ... you go first!"
Shannon grinned, moved out from under the boy and got to her feet. She kicked off her shoes ... and Kam seemed to be hypnotized by her movements, especially the quivering jiggle of her ripe, pear-shaped breasts. His eyes seemed to explode with excitement as he watched her ease down the zipper at the side of her slacks. She let the slacks fall slowly, tantalizingly to her feet and then stepped out of them. Kam began to shudder with anticipation as she hooked her thumbs under the elastic at the top of her panties and began to wiggle her way out of them. He groaned and pressed the heel of his hand down violently against his tormented cock, rocking back and forth ... and then Shannon was helping him to his feet "Your turn, lover," she said.
The boy dug his elbow into the front of his T-shirt and then pulled the shirt over his head. Shannon smiled her approval. He knelt down to untie his shoes, fumbling with the laces, his hands trembling violently. Shannon eased around behind him and leaned against his bare back, just far enough so that her nipples made contact with his bare skin ... and the skin there very quickly turned into a sprawling mass of gooseflesh as Kam let out another long, low, moaning wail.
He stood up, kicking off his shoes in the process and began to fumble with the catch on his belt. His hands were shaking so fiercely that he made no progress, and-finally, Shannon slipped her arms around his waist and unfastened the belt. Kam still stood, stiff as a statue ... and so she released the catch at the top of his pants and zipped down his fly. All the while she continued to rub her tits against the agonized flesh of his bare back. His pants fell to his ankles and after a moment he stepped out of them and turned to face the girl. Wordlessly, she dropped to her knees in front of him and began to rub her face against die budding front of his shorts, purring like a kitten. His cock convulsed hotly against her face, threatening to burst through the piece of cloth that kept it prisoner. She removed his socks and then began to tug playfully at his shorts, delighted by his breathless little squeals of anguish. The boy closed his eyes and lifted his face skyward, unable to watch what was taking place-afraid that it was all a dream and any moment he would awaken.
"Oh, Shannon ... Shannon!"
"Easy, lover," she cooed. "Ease up a bit!"
Her words seemed to have no effect on him, he continued to tremble and shake ... and so she sighed and went back to work on his shorts. She had them down to his knees when suddenly his whole body began to buck, writhing violently. "Shannon," he cried. "I ... I'm going to...." But before he could complete what he was going to say he began to ejaculate, his semen slashing against her face and breasts. "Oh ... oh ... what have I done?" he cried.
Shannon began to giggle. "You just creamed me, you silly bastard," she said. She took his T-shirt and wiped his load of juice from her face, her breasts.
"I ... I'm sorry, Shannon," Kam said. "I ... I really didn't know I was so close. It ... it never happened to me like that before."
"Will you relax?" Shannon said. "No harm done. In fact, it was sort of freaky. I dug it, having you cream all over my face and tits like that."
"But ... but...."
"I'll get it hard again," she said. "Watch...."
She parted her lips a bit and placed a huge, sucking kiss on the head of his limp tool. A couple of wet swirls of her tongue around the face and Kam began to moan again as his cock sprang back to life, growing erect in tight little jerking motions. "See? I told you I could do it...."
"The blanket," Kam moaned.
They made a pillow of their clothing and Kam lay at Shannon's side while she sprawled on her back. He placed a hand on one of her breasts and began to knead the flesh gently between his fingers. His lips found hers again and this time she had no need to draw his tongue into her mouth. Kam did it himself
... and then he began to slide his hand down the front of her body. Shannon stopped him. "Not with your hand," she said. "Not this time, Kam...."
He began to nibble his way down from her mouth ... and after what seemed like an eternity to both of them his lips finally made contact with her breasts. Shannon began to groan, her hips rolling lazily from side to side. The boy drew the nipple there deeply into his mouth and began to suck on it, flicking the tip of his tongue like a vibrator across the hot pink peak.
"My cunt," Shannon cried. "Your tongue...."
He began to nibble his way down toward her snatch, leaving a little silver trail of cool moisture in his wake as he worked his way slowly across her tight, goose bump-covered flesh. The aroma of her heavy musk had him panting with expectation as he dipped the tip of his tongue down inside the hot, bubbling cauldron that was her pussy.
"Kam ... oh, Kam," she cried. "Suck me, lover ... suck my pussy!"
His tongue found her clit and she jumped, high, her long tapered legs bowing out as her bottom leaped from the blanket. She began to twist her hips violently from side to side, trying to force more and more of her hot, dripping snatch up against his lips and tongue.
She began to scoot all over the blanket, wiggling and twisting. The boy got up on his knees and dug his fingers into the quivering flesh of her rump,, holding her with all the strength at his command. She began to whimper as hot, surging spasms of pure joy ripped through her body ... and then the boy pulled his mouth away from her cunt.
"Oh ... what ... Kam, you bastard," she cried. "Oh, I ... I was right there, you idiot!"
"Shannon, I ... I...."
"Well, at least put my fanny back down on the blanket if were going to talk," she said. He did as she directed, looked away from her. "Well, what is it?"
"We ... were really going to go all the way this time, aren't we?" he said.
"Oh, you crazy jock-of course, we are," she said. "I thought as long as you were already one orgasm up on me I might as well let you suck me to climax ... and then we could both start over again, even-Steven....
"Oh, I ... I love sucking your cunt, Shannon. It's so sweet and juicy. "The thing I need to say is ... well, I don't have one of those ... those things!"
"You mean a rubber?"
The boy nodded, feeling sheepish-stupid. "I have a whole box of them at home, but ... but...."
"Don't worry, lover," Shannon said, and touched the side of his face. "I've been on the pill for six months, just waiting for this moment...."
"There's something else, too!"
"So tell me...."
"I've never done it before," he said, miserably.
"You ... you're a virgin, Kam?"
The boy nodded, lowered his head in shame.
"But what about Mary Ellen?" Shannon said. "You and she used to be quite a thing."
"We never did it, Shannon. We came close a couple of times, but-honest, I never actually fucked her. I used to eat her out all the time ... and once she let me come in her mouth, but that was it."
"Oh, wow...."
"I ... I'm really scared, Shannon."
"Welcome to the crowd!"
"Do you want to call it quits?"
"Are you kidding?" Shannon said. "I want that cock inside my pussy ... and I want it now."
"I could finish eating you first...."
"Now, damn it, Kam ... right now!"
Quickly, he crawled on top of her until his hard cock lay ready at the lips of her vulva. Shannon wrapped one of her arms around his waist, eased the other one down between the crush of their sweat-covered bodies. Spreading her legs, she took his penis and began to guide it down inside her hot, fiery lovehole.
Kam let out a cry of triumph and thrust downward with his pelvis, plunging his cock deeply into her snatch. Shannon cried out as his tool ripped her maidenhead ... and her insides exploded with pain. "Easy," she cried. "Not so rough...."
Kam began to drive away at her with his tool, unaware of the agony his sword had brought to Shannon. The pain hammered away at her flesh, raw and intense, and she cried out again and again for him to stop, that he was hurting her. He seemed to be gone in his sense of triumph, driving deeper and harder with each new thrust, so lost in his own wild gurgling that he was unable to hear her pitiful cries of pain.
She beat at his body, pounded at his head and back with her might, but Kam was unable to feel it. He rammed at her cunt, deeper and deeper, until at last he began to cry out that he was there, ready for climax.
"I ... I'm coming, Shannon," he screamed, and then his load of juice thundered hot and thick into her snatch. It hit again and again, and the boy thrashed about on top of her, like a fish out of water, blowing and snorting.
Finally, he was still.
He seemed to collapse on top of her ... and it was the longest time before he realized that she was crying. He lifted up on his elbows, stared down guiltily into the agony that was her face. He was confused, frightened. She looked so pale, so ... so tortured. "What ... what is it?" he said.
"Let's get out of here, Kam...."
"But, tell me-what's wrong?"
"Please, Kam," she said in a whisper. "Just take me home. I want to go home."
"Sure ... anything you say, but-please, Shannon, tell me what it is I've done. You look so ... so hurt, baby. I ... I...."
"It's not your fault, Kam."
"But what...?"
"I just wasn't prepared for it to hurt like that," she said, and began to cry again. "I expected a little, sure, but nothing like that."
"Oh, Shannon...."
"Take me home, Kam. Please...."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jammie finished work at a few minutes after five. He decided to stop home and change his clothes before he went on to Nancy Fong's apartment. His stepfather was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper, as Jammie entered the house. He glared at the boy, scowling. Jammie ignored him, walked over to the stove and lifted the cover on a pan that was on the fire there.
"Stew," he said. "Mmmmm, smells good....
Kathi sat at the table, opposite her husband. She looked at her son and smiled weakly, afraid to say anything to him-afraid that even a single word would set Bull off.
"If we knew that you were going to be here for supper, Mr. Big Shot, I would have had your mother broil you a steak or something," Bull said, his voice raw and angry. "We so rarely have the pleasure of your company for meals anymore...."
"Hey; I'm sorry about yesterday, Bull."
"Yeah, punk, I can see that," Bull said. "I take it that you're going to lower yourself enough to eat with the family tonight? Or is it the burger joint again for everyone?"
Kathi sighed loudly and Bull spun around in his chair to face her. "You keep the hell out of this!" he said.
"Please, Clarence," Kathi said, her voice a harsh, angry rasp, "leave the boy alone. All he did was come into the house and you jumped all over him."
Bull pointed a trembling finger at her. "Shut your face, broad," he said. "This is strictly between me and pretty boy!"
"I ... I said I was sorry about yesterday, Bull!"
"And that makes it alright, I suppose."
"What's the big deal?"
"No big deal, punk ... you fucking faggot!"
"Clarence, please ... please," Kathi cried.
"It's alright, Mom," Jammie said. "I only stopped by to change clothes. I won't be here for supper. One of my teachers is giving me some special help with this book of poetry I'm reading. It's really heavy and...."
"Poetry now," Bull said, and threw his hands up over his head. "Poetry ... poetry!"
"Yeah, poetry," Jammie snapped back. "By a guy named Dylan Thomas, Bull. Ever hear of him?"
"Another pansy," Bull scoffed.
"Yeah, well, he could out-drink and out-fight the likes of you any day of the week," Jammie said.
"What a bunch of crap. Pansies write poetry, other pansies read it, punk. Don't give me no bullshit."
"Whatever you say, Bull," Jammie said in disgust.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
"I told you. Miss Fong...."
"You ain't going no place, boy-o," Bull said. "You stay here and do the dishes after supper."
I'm going, Bull ... and you're not going to stop me."
Bull pushed away from the table, took a step or two in Jammie's direction and then pulled up short. "What did you say, punk? I ain't going to do what?"
"I ... I said that I was going, Bull," Jammie said, angry at the tremor of fear in his voice. "Miss Fong was good enough to offer to help and...."
"Get this, boy-o: the only way you're getting out of this house tonight before you do those dishes is through me," he said. "And I don't think that a faggot like you has got the balls to try it."
"Clarence, please," Kathi said.
"I told you to keep out of this, broad," Bull snarled. "I won't tell you again...."
Jammie moved to within three feet of Bull, stared up at the older man with anger and terror sparkling in his eyes, his slender hands balled into fists.
"Leave my mother alone, Bull...."
Bull roared with mirthless laughter. "Or what?" he said. "What will you do? Squeeze a grape? Read me some faggot poem? Break down and cry? What, boyo? What will you do?"
"I ... I...." Jammie swallowed hard, making a loud noise. "I'll kill you, Bull...."
"Oh, God, Jammie, no," Kathi screamed. "No ... don't say something like that!"
An evil, lopsided grin infected Bull's face and he reached out and grabbed the boy by the front of his T-shirt. He jerked him off his feet, held him dangling in the air for a moment ... and then sent him sprawling backward, ass over tin cups, along the floor.
"C'mon, punk. Get up ... get up so I can knock you down again. C'mon, you fucking faggot ... get up. Let's see how much you can take!"
Jammie started to get to his feet, but Kathi rushed to her son and threw her arms around him, holding him down on the floor so he couldn't get up. He struggled to free himself from her grip but she fought him like a wild woman.
Again Bull laughed.
"Still hiding behind your mother's skirts, you stinking faggot ... you goddam titty-sucker," he roared. "Go on, get out of here-run to your teacher. And make sure you learn that poetry real good. That's all a pansy like you is good for-poetry!"
"This time you've gone too far, Bull," Kathi said. "Oh, yeah? And just what the hell do you plan to do about it, wifey-dear?" Bull demanded.
"I ... I want you out of here, Bull," Kathi said. "I'm sick of all your brutality. I want a divorce."
"Hey, cunt this is my house. If anyone leaves it'll be that faggot son of yours, not me. And if you ever try to leave I'll break every bone in your body, whore...."
Jammie pushed his mother aside. He got to his feet and raced at his stepfather. Bull caught him by the shoulders and lifted him high into the air ... and then he set him down very, very gently. He hesitated for a long moment, enjoying the look of terror that radiated from Jammie's eyes. Suddenly, he smacked the boy hard across the face with his open hand and shoved him back against the counter.
"If you ever come at me again, punk, I'll kill you!"
"Aw ... fuck all of you," said Bull in disgust, and then stormed out of the house.
"He ... he's gone crazy," Jammie said.
"Go on, son," Kathi said quietly. "Go to your teacher."
"I can't go now, Mom. What if he comes back and finds me gone? He'll take it out on you, just like always. I'll call Miss Fong and tell her I can't make it."
"He won't be back, Jammie," Kathi said. "Not until very late. He'll go to Ryan's and get himself stink-o. Maybe, if we're very lucky, he'll have a fatal accident on the way home. I sure hope so...."
"Mom!"
"It's getting worse all the time, Jammie."
"I wish there were something I could do to help."
"Yeah; I know....
Jammie looked at his mother for a long, long time, shame etched on his face. He had to fight desperately to keep the tears he felt welling up in his eyes from rolling down his face. All the color was gone from Kathi's face ... and suddenly she looked very old and tired.
"Go on, son," she said. "Please...."
"I'm sorry, Mom!"
"You've done nothing to be sorry for, Jammie."
"Why does he hate me so much?"
"Because you have something he can never have, Jammie!"
"But what...?"
"I don't have the words to explain it."
"I really wish you'd try, Mom," the boy said. "This crap is starting to get to me."
"I've got to go through some things in my own head, son, and then maybe I'll try. And you'd better get going-it's not good to keep a teacher waiting."
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was a few minutes before seven when Jammie rang the bell at the door of Nancy Fong's apartment. She let him in, showed him into the living room. It wasn't until he sat down in the huge, overstuffed chair that she saw that he was pale as a ghost.
"Jammie, what's wrong?"
The boy shrugged, afraid to speak, afraid that he would begin to cry. He closed his eyes and lowered his head.
"Miss Fong, I ... I...."
She placed her fingers under his chin, lifted his head until she could stare down into his face. He opened his eyes and the tears began to flow. The words began to jerk from his mouth as he told her about Bull, his mother, his sense of cowardice, and then Nancy seated herself on the arm of the chair and took the boy into her arms, holding him close, his head buried against her bosom. She stroked his hair, telling him to let it out, to cry.
After a while she led him into the bedroom and helped him into the bed. Without a word being spoken she began to undress him. She climbed out of her own clothes and then crawled into bed, next to the boy.
"You must never tell, Jammie . ... "
"Oh, no-I wouldn't, Miss Fong!"
They lay still for a very long time ... and then she took one of his hands and pressed it firmly against one of her huge, firm breasts. The nipple there sprang to life, quivering with excitement, as he began to knead the pliant flesh between his fingers. Suddenly, she seemed to melt against him, flooding his face with moist, hot kisses ... and then her lips found his mouth.
"Oh, Nancy...."
"Jammie ... at last, lover!"
She drew his tongue up into her mouth and began to suck on it. His cock began to pulse, swelling with need, becoming long and thick and hard. Her lips left his mouth and began to travel slowly down across his chin to his neck. Her tongue flicked snake-like from her mouth and she drove it fiercely into the boy's ear. Jammie cried out with joy as she began to lap away wetly, and his hips began to glide slowly, almost imperceptibly from side to side.
Her tongue continued to bore in on its target, twisting and swirling, as a series of raw gurgling noises erupted from the boy's throat. He cupped his hands around the back of her neck and gently urged her lips down toward the hard, throbbing agony that was his nipples. His body began to writhe violently as she drew the tiny cone up into her mouth.
"Oh, Nancy ... I love to have my nipples sucked." She slid a hand down along his lean, hard body and curled her fingers around the shank of his enormous cock. She began to play with the shaft, rubbing her fingers in feather-light strokes against the tortured flesh there.
He tried to cover her pussy with his free hand but she pushed him away, whispering. "Not yet, lover. Let's get you ready first." She began to lip-nibble her way down the front of his body, drawing patches of his flesh up into her mouth and sucking fiercely on it as she made her way down across his trim, knotted belly to the thick thatch of soft, golden hair above his throbbing cock.
She paused for a moment in her journey, sucking at the musky dew that had collected in the fuzzy expanse of his pubic hair, savoring each little droplet as she might a vintage wine. Jammie's body began to convulse, rippling away wildly with wave after wave of violent spasms. Finally, she began to move again ... and the nearer her lips and tongue got to their ultimate destination the more pronounced became the spasms that ripped at his body.
"Nancy," he cried. "I ... oh, please...."
Her lips found his manhood and she placed a quick, playful kiss on its head. Her tongue shot out of her mouth and she began to swirl around the trembling shaft, moving from head to base and back again. She raised her head and looked down into his handsome face.
"May I suck you off?"
"Oh, yes ... yes!"
She placed another quick kiss on the head of his cock, parted her lips ... and then very quickly drew the face of his tool up into her mouth, wrapping her lips tightly around the bottom of the bulb. The inside of her mouth felt like wet velvet as it grasped at his meat, rubbing and sucking ... and the tip of her tongue lashed frantically around and around the face. His hips began to jerk, sending his pelvis thrusting upward ... and each new thrust saw just a bit more of his hard, angry prick disappear into her mouth.
"Oh ... oh, Nancy," the boy cried.
She bathed each new part of his tortured flesh with the cooling moisture of her lips and tongue until she had all of his cock inside her. The head was deep within her throat, the base held captive by her lips. She eased her hand down between his legs and cupped it under the swollen agony that was his scrotal sac, squeezing the balls there ever so gently as the muscles within her mouth and throat ground violently against his manhood. Jammie began to twist his body, rocking from side to side, thrashing about, scooting in a directionless, zigzagging pattern across the sheet.
Her mouth, her hand....
His toes began to snap as twin ripples of pure excitement shut up the inside of his legs and thighs. He cried out her name again and again as his heavy load of thick, murky cream thundered from the head of his cock and splashed against the sucking walls of her throat.
Nancy waited as a series of sharp, violent little after-climaxes worked their way out of Jammie's body ... and only then did she give up his cock. She raised her head and looked down at the boy. "Was it good, baby?"
"Oh ... it was great, Miss Fong!"
"Here in bed you can call me Nancy," she said. "And now I'd like to suggest that we change positions. My poor pussy has been waiting a long, long time to get acquainted with that sweet, sweet mouth of yours, Jammie."
He pulled her down on top of himself and kissed her mouth hungrily as he rolled over on top of her. He got up on his knees and lowered his mouth down against her breast and was about to draw the dark, elongated nipple there between his lips when Nancy reached out her hand and stopped him. "There's no need for foreplay," she said, and grinned. I'm heated up quite nicely already. So ... why don't you just get on down there to my cunt?"
Jammie shrugged, grinned back at her. "Whatever you say, Miss ... Nancy!"
He settled himself down between her outstretched legs and quickly lowered his head against the dark, damp, shimmering lips of her vulva. He spread the lips with his thumbs and-unexpectedly, her clitoris popped out from beneath the heavy folds of soft, spongy flesh at the top of the entrance to her slit. It was the biggest clit Jammie had ever seen, fatter than his little finger and at least an inch-and-a-half long. His tongue flicked out of his mouth and he pressed the tip of it against that hard, throbbing girl-prick. Immediately, Nancy began to groan and shudder. The muscles in her rump began to twitch and snap ... and then they exploded, sending her dripping vagina thrusting up against his mouth.
"Yes, Jammie," she cried. "Get the clit ... get that crazy little monster of mine."
The boy seemed not to hear her. Instead of sucking at her clit he sent his tongue corkscrewing down into the bubbling cauldron of her wet, grinding cunt. "The clit, Jammie," Nancy moaned. "Please, oh, please-the clit!" This time the boy did as she commanded, and Nancy let out a squeal of pure delight. She began to writhe, rolling about on the sheet in a wide, sweeping arc, howling, crying out in Chinese.
He clung to the tasty morsel trapped between his lips, sucking and licking away like crazy ... and the gyrations of the oriental girl's hips and pelvis grew more wild, more violent. He slipped both of his hands up under her bottom and dug the tips of his fingers into the firm, ripe flesh he found there.
"Oh, Jammie ... your hands ... oh, that feels so good ... so good, sweetheart."
She began to squeal in protest as Jammie lifted her backside up from the bed and pressed his mouth still tighter against her snatch. She filled each of her hands with a patch of his hair and then used those patches as if they were reins to guide his lips and tongue here and there along the frothing folds of her glistening pussy.
Suddenly, she grew quiet-unmoving. And then she began to scream. Her thighs quivered violently as a fresh and vibrant cry of joy gurgled from her throat Her orgasm erupted like a clash of thunder ... and it raged inside the tortured walls of her pussy for what seemed like an eternity, the muscles there snapping and popping. Finally, she began to relax a bit and then went limp, collapsing back down onto the bed. She lay there, a look of rapture on her face, toying with patches of Jammie's hair while the room seemed to spin madly around her.
"I ... oh, Jammie," she said. "That was so beautiful, lover. So ... so intense and ... and beautiful."
"Not bad for a beginning," he said.
And this is the kid I thought was cherry, Nancy mused. I wonder how many other women have thrilled to his touch. Dozens and dozens, I'll bet. His cock was erect again, perking insanely with need. He sprawled forward, wrapping his arms around her body as once again their hungry lips met. She wrapped one of her arms around his waist, sent the other one scooting down along the crush of their sweat-covered bodies. She found his cock, spread her legs wide and then guided the head of his tool down into her hotly churning cauldron.
"Nancy ... oh, Nancy...."
She pushed her long, tapered legs out to the side and then kicked them up into the air, sucking every last bit of his cock down into the sleek, fiery furnace that was her cunt, and then wrapped her legs around his back.
For the longest time they merely lay there, enjoying the strange and beautiful magic of the moment ... and then she did something with her hips, made them flutter, and the wet spongy walls of her vagina began to vibrate. Gurgling sounds of appreciation bean to form in Jammie's mouth and soon he began to respond to her movements with a little thrusting action of his own. Nancy quickened the tempo of her rhythm and Jammie altered his movements to match it ... and then they were thrusting and ramming, driving away at each other wildly, groaning and crying out with sensuous joy.
"Ride, lover," Nancy cried. "Ride, ride...."
She reached around his back, raked her nails across the quivering flesh of his bottom ... and then she took his hot swollen balls into her hand and began to squeeze them gently, playfully. Jammie began to move like a man possessed by demons. He rammed his manhood into that spluttering cauldron, thrusting away with a sense of complete abandon. It rippled at the wet, spongy walls there ... and those walls grasped at the invader, vibrating wildly against it. "Jammie, I ... I'm there!"
"Right with you," the boy cried.
And then they hit, naked and beautiful-twin orgasms that became as one. This single, sprawling, twisting thing seemed to shudder from body to body, feeding on itself, growing wilder and more intense. It hit, paused ... hit again ... and then again and again and again. The experience left each of them exhausted, panting and blowing, sucking for air.
"Oh, Jammie ... Jammie, I've never had it that good before," Nancy said.
He began to ease away from her but Nancy stopped him. "Don't take it out, lover," she said. "It feels so ... so good right where it is!"
"Yeah, I know what you mean...."
"Can you go again?"
"Give me a minute or two!"
"Oh ... oh, God," Nancy cried. "I ... I feel it beginning to stir, lover. I can feel it growing hard right inside me. I can...."
He cut off her words with a fresh, hungry kiss ... and their bodies seemed to melt against one another.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Maude Hutchenson, Fay's younger sister, was in the habit of having supper with Fay and Chuck on Friday. She was thirty-five, but people often took her and Fay for twins, they were so much alike in appearance-blond and earthy, full-blown, with wide hips and proud, enormous breasts.
After supper Chuck decided to watch the news on T.V., and Maude and Fay chatted as they did the supper dishes. In hushed tones, Fay told her sister about her experience with the man called Bull Sweeney. "He ... claims that he knows you," she said. "Very well...."
"It's true," Maude said, and shrugged.
"But he's such an animal...."
"Yeah, he is that," Maude said. "Once he broke two of my ribs because ... well, because I refused to do something he wanted me to do."
"Something ... P"
"He wanted me to go down on these two cronies of his," she said. "Gang bang stuff, with everyone watching...."
"And did you?"
Maude nodded, looked down at the floor. "I think he would have killed me if I had continued to refuse. You don't know just how much of an animal he is."
"Why do you go out with him, then?"
"Fay, there are times when I think I'll go crazy if I don't have a man's arms around me-any man's arms. And one thing you can always say about Bull-he's always ready, willing and able."
"Stud service, huh?"
"Something like that."
"You should have said something," Fay said, and giggled. "I would have let you borrow Chuck for an evening. Better yet, we could share him-all of us in the same bed."
"Are you kidding, Fay?"
"Well, I ... I thought I was," she said. "But, you know, it really doesn't sound like a bad idea. Does it?"
"No, not to me...."
"I wonder-maybe ... you'd better let me talk with him about it first. Give me a week till next Friday ... and you just watch, I'll bet I can sell him on the idea."
"You really mean it, Fay?"
"Of course...."
"It would be so wonderful, Fay," Maude said. "No more hunting in bars, no more fears about ... about ending up with some kook or catching something."
"Can I ask, does Steve know about ... about Bull and the others?"
The smile on Maude's face disappeared. She lowered her head again, sighing miserably. "He's been away for nearly five years, Fay," she said. "And I get so lonely. You don't know what it's like to have your man in prison. And who are you to judge me, anyway? Your man is sitting right there and you went out and did the very same thing."
"I wasn't judging you, Maude...."
"Oh, I know that, sis," Maude said, and wiped tears from her eyes. "It's just that I get to feeling so cheap at times, so cheap and guilty. It's not like Steve were really a criminal. He got drunk and had an accident with his car, a man died. "Vehicle homicide,' the judge called it."
"Any idea when he'll be getting out?"
"He comes up for parole again in July," Maude said. "He says he's got a real good chance this time."
"I hope so, Maude. For both of you."
"Thanks, sis...."
"You still haven't told me-does he know?"
"Did you tell Chuck about Bull?"
Fay shook her head.
"Why didn't you?" Maude said, and then held up her hands to stop Fay from replying. "I'll tell you why, because it's just too damn painful for everyone involved. I mean, I'm sure that Steve would understand ... but I can't bear the idea of hurting him like that."
"I ... I know what you mean, Maudie," Fay said. "Oh, boy, do I know!"
"Hey, what time's it getting to be, anyway?"
"Nearly seven-thirty...."
"Well, I'd better get my tail in gear," Maude said. "You never can tell, some tall, handsome stranger might walk into Ryan's tonight and I won't end up in bed with Bull."
"I hope so, Maude. Anyone but Bull...."
Maude gave her sister a big loving hug. "Go do something nice for Chuck, will you?" she said. "Make up for that thing with Bull ... and don't forget about the three of us next week."
"Don't worry about Chuck," she said. "I was planning on a little treat for him right after you left."
"You know, I ... I'm really excited about the idea of the three of us in the same bed," Maude said. "You ought to feel my panties, they're dripping...."
"Oh, get out of here, Maude-go, before I do that very thing," Fay said, and giggled. "My panties are fairly sopping, too. So go ... and good luck tonight."
"Don't you mean, happy hunting?"
"I mean, I hope it isn't Bull," Fay said. "And I hope it's good ... no-I hope it's great!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Maude was nursing her second vodka and tonic when a dark-haired man entered the bar and sat down next to her. He was a tall man, well over two hundred pounds. His nose had been broken once and improperly set (it dipped to one side) and he had an ugly scar above his right eye, running through the dark brow. But he wasn't a bad-looking man, Maude decided. She put his age at about thirty-five and guessed that he was a dock-hand or a truck driver or something like that.
He looked at Maude and smiled-a warm, friendly smile, and the muscles down within her pussy began to stir. She smiled back at him.
"Can I buy you a drink?"
Maude looked down at her glass, seemingly considering his offer. After what she felt was a proper moment of hesitation (after all, she had her pride ... and she didn't want to appear overly eager), she shrugged and nodded, smiling easily. "Why not?" she said, and held her hand out to him. "My name is Maude Hutchenson...."
"Ranee Taylor," he said, and took her hand.
His hands were hard and callused, but they felt good to Maude. The muscles down within her snatch stirred a bit more ... and she could feel her spunk beginning to flow.
Ranee motioned to the bartender, ordered drinks. They were dancing to a love song on the jukebox when Bull and two of his cronies walked into the bar. Bull pointed to Maude, winked evilly at his partners. He walked over to the couple and tapped Ranee on the shoulder. "I'm cutting in," he said. "So shove off, buddy...."
Ranee looked at Maude, at the sense of fear and anger that filled her face. "That's up to the lady," he said. "Do you want to dance with this guy, Maude?"
"Of course, she does," Bull said, and tried to shove Ranee out of the way. "C'mon, Maudie "
"No ... no, thank you, Bull," Maude said, and then turned to Ranee. "Let's get out of here ... go to some other bar or something."
Ranee took her arm but Bull shoved him away.
"I said I want to dance," he bellowed. "Now get out of here, creep, before I ... I lose my temper!"
Bull's cronies laughed, moved in a little closer to the trio. The rest of the bar was strangely quiet, as if the group there were waiting for a bomb to explode.
"The lady said no, buddy," Ranee said, his eyes narrowed down to slits. "And no means no ... N-O, no!"
"You're in over your head, punk!"
"I don't think so, buddy...."
"I ... I'll dance with him," Maude said. "It's not worth a bunch of trouble."
"Only if you really want to, Maude," Ranee said. "And I don't believe you really want to...."
"Hey, we have a hero with us tonight," Bull said, and his cronies and a few other customers laughed. "An honest-to-goodness knight in shining armor, out to save the fair maiden from the fiery dragon. Get lost, punk...."
Ranee glared at Bull, his hands balled into fists. "Look, boy-o, she's my regular Friday night pussy," Bull said. "Ask anyone here. Now, you don't want to get your ass kicked for a common slut like her. Don't be a fool!"
"Apologize to the lady," Ranee said.
"What lady?" Bull thundered ... and again his cronies and a few of the customers laughed.
"This lady," Ranee said. "Maude Hutchenson...."
"You're really asking for it, punk!"
"I said you owe the lady an apology...."
"Fuck her, punk ... and fuck you, too!"
Ryan leaped over the bar, a long hunk of sawed-off pool-cue in his hand. "I don't want any trouble in here," he said, and waved the cue at both men. "You clowns got a beef-fine, but take it outside. I don't want you breaking up my furnishings or bringing the police."
"Sounds fine to me," Bull said with a smile.
"Let's go...."
Everyone except Ryan followed Ranee and Bull out to the alley at the side of the tavern. The two men circled one another for a long time, feigning punches, feeling each other out as they looked for weaknesses. There were a few cries of "Get 'im, Bull!" and "Show the bastard" but for the most part the crowd was quiet, favoring neither man-interested only in a fight between two big men, both of whom looked as if they could really take care of themselves.
Suddenly, Bull let out a war-whoop and charged at Ranee. The dark-haired man stepped quickly to one side and clouted Bull on the back of the neck with both hands as he passed by. Bull went sprawling forward on his hands and knees, crashing into a garbage can and knocking it over.
"Trick stuff," cried one of Bull's cronies.
"Yeah," cried the other. "Fight like a man, punk.
Ranee glared at Bull. "Are ... are you ready to apologize to the lady?" he said.
Bull got to his feet, slowly shook his head. "You got a little lucky there, punk," he said. "Don't let it go to your head ... 'cause now I'm really going to let you have it."
"You talk a good fight, Bull...."
"Here I come, boy-o!"
Bull tucked his chin down against his shoulder and began to march at Ranee. He moved in close, threw a hard left, another left and then a right ... but Ranee danced around the blows, his forearms and shoulders absorbing most of the punishment. Bull threw a wild left and missed, Ranee countered with a solid right to the chest ... and Bull quickly backed off, covering up. This time it was Ranee who pressed the action, moving in on the bigger man and catching him with a good hard right ... and then another, and another, and then a left that just missed Bull's chin and caught him at the temple. The bigger man staggered back, shaking his head in disbelief. He cried out with rage and then rushed at Ranee again, and again the dark haired man stepped quickly to the side and caught Bull on the back of the neck with a pair of hammering blows. Bull dropped to his knees, tried desperately to spring back to his feet and failed.
A buzz started through the crowd. No one there had ever seen the big, balding man beaten before-not once, and there was hardly ever a week that went by that didn't see Bull Sweeney battle someone.
"Are you ready now?" Ranee said. "Just tell the lady that you're sorry and ... and we'll go inside and have a beer together."
Bull turned on his knees to face Ranee. He snorted, blowing hard. He struggled to his feet, flexing his legs, trying desperately to get them to move again. Finally, he shook his head, eased down into a crouch and began to move forward. One of Bull's cronies moved quickly in back of Ranee and grabbed him from behind as Bull bore in and began to hammer away at the face of the dark-haired man. Ranee spun around and the crony went sailing through the air, banging against the wall of the building with a sickening thud. Quickly, Ranee moved back against the opposite wall and glared at the crowd.
"That won't happen again, mister," cried a big, beefy man from the crowd. "Or there'll be another fight here." He looked around at the crowd, his eyes flashing with fire. "And you'd better believe I mean it."
Ranee looked at the man who had spoken, nodded his head in gratitude and then moved back into the center of the alley. Blood flowed freely from a split in his upper lip.
"C'mon, Bull, put this bum away," someone cried.
"I got five says the stranger takes him," whispered someone else. "Any takers...?"
"Just get this mess over," cried still another person. "I'm getting thirsty as hell...."
Bull moved in slowly, feinting with his left. Ranee shot a quick right to his chest, a right to the side of his face and then a good left to the mouth. He began to bore in on Bull, backing him up against the wall. Terror filled Bull's eyes as he tried to protect his head and face. Ranee caught him with a left to the belly, a right jab that opened a cut over the eye of the balding man, a hard left that brought blood flowing from his nose, and then another right that closed the cut left eye. Ranee stepped back and Bull dropped to his knees.
"Okay ... apologize to the lady," Ranee cried, fighting to catch his breath. "C'mon, you bastard-apologize or I'll kill you right here and now."
"Get fucked...."
Ranee kicked him in the face and Bull howled with pain.
"Apologize...."
"Fuck that pig," Bull said. "Fuck you...."
Ranee grabbed Bull by the shoulders, lifted him to his feet. He held him up against the wall with his left hand and drove his right hand into the bigger man's belly. Bull began to retch and Ranee shoved him away. The man who liked to be called Bull and animal vomited against the building, gagging and retching, clawing at the bricks for support "Apologize," Ranee said.
Bull shook his head.
Ranee looked at Maude, down at Bull. "I ... I can't hit him anymore," he said.
"It's alright," Maude said, and beamed with pride. "You taught him a real lesson."
"Sure did, Mister," said the big, beefy man. "That guy's been asking for that for years ... and I'm glad someone gave it to him. Buy you and the lady a drink?"
"Thanks ... maybe later!"
The crowd began to file out of the alley, leaving Bull to his misery. Even his cronies went back inside the bar. It was fifteen minutes before Bull could get to his feet. He staggered down the alley to the street, climbed into his car. He opened the glove box and reached in for the .32 he kept there. He hesitated for a moment, shoved the barrel of the gun down inside his pants and then got back out of the car.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Nancy Fong suggested that Jammie call home before he left her apartment. His mother told him that Bull was still out but that Shannon had come home around six-thirty and gone right to her room. "She looks like hell, Jammie....
"Is she sick? What...?"
"It's hard to tell, Jammie." Kathi said. "I can't get her to talk. I think she's waiting for you to come home. She needs you, Jammie...."
I'm on my way," he said, and hung up the phone.
Nancy looked at him and shrugged, unable to hide her feeling of disappointment. "I know, sweet man, you've got to go home," she said.
Jammie nodded.
"Are ... are we going to do this again?"
"Sure, if you want...."
'Oh, I want," she said, and threw her arms around the boy. She kissed him and pressed a twenty-dollar bill into his hand. "You're the greatest, Jammie!" I've really got to go, Miss Fong!"
Jammie rapped on the door of his sister's bedroom. He could hear her move on the bed but she didn't respond to the knock. He rapped again, harder.
"Go away, Mom," Shannon cried, miserably, her voice harsh and raw. "Please, Mom ... go away!"
"Hey, Squirt. It's me-Jammie!"
"Oh, Jammie ... Jammie," she cried. "Wait ... don't go-I've got to see you." She leaped from the bed, opened the door and pulled her brother into her room. She looked up into his face and began to cry. Jammie took her into his arms and held her close to him, waiting for her to regain her composure before asking her what was wrong.
"We'd better sit down, Jammie," she said finally. He flopped down in the chair next to the window, watched as Shannon sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her long, slim legs up under her. She had on a thin black shorty nightgown, and her breasts pressed teasingly against the satin material, exposing much of her small pink nipples. His cock began to throb ... and after a moment he forced himself to look away from her. Shannon looked at her brother, started to speak, stopped, tried again and failed. She lowered her head, sighing deeply. Jammie waited.
"I ... I lost my cherry this afternoon, Jammie," she said in a whisper. "It was Kam...."
"Somehow I knew that's what it was," he said. "It wasn't a forced thing, was it?"
"Oh, God no, nothing like that. If anything, it was the other way around. I seduced him. It turns out that he was as virginal as your little sister."
"So, what is it? Feeling like a fallen woman?"
"Oh, stuff that noise," Shannon said. "And you know where, too. Fallen woman-sounds like something out of 1940's novel or something."
Jammie looked at her, surprised-even amused-at her reaction. "Well, what then?" he said. "It's obvious that something is wrong, Squirt."
"I ... I feel cheated, Jammie," she said. "It wasn't anything at all like what I expected."
"What had you expected?"
"Oh, I don't know," Shannon said. "Something ... well, exciting and beautiful. But it was horrible, Jammie. It hurt, oh, God, how it hurt ... and I couldn't make Kam stop until he had ... had come."
"You're protected, kid?"
"Yeah, the pill...."
Its always a little tough the first time, Shannon," he said. "Especially if it's your partner's maiden trip, too. It won't always be like that."
"How do you know?"
"I do, that's all...."
"Because you read it in some book?"
"No...."
"You telling me you're not a virgin, Jammie?"
"I lost my cherry years ago, Squirt-when I was younger even than you. It didn't exactly make my socks roll up and down, lad. It wasn't painful or anything ... but it sure wasn't anything like what came later." Shannon looked long and hard into her brother's face, as if trying to decide whether or not he was telling her the truth-the whole truth, like they say. Suddenly, she brightened-even managed a weak little smile.
"Was it the girl's first time, too?"
Jammie shook his head. "But I've had a virgin or two along the way," he said. "It's harder with some than with others. I guess you were one of the unlucky ones. But it won't be that way every time, babe. Believe me."
"And you've really made it with several girls?"
"I told you, Squirt....
"Yeah ..yeah," she said, and broke into a wide smile. "Lots of them, huh? Oh, wow-that's great Really great! And funny, too. Daddy thinks that you're queer, Jammie."
Jammie's eyes grew big and round, anger filled his face. "Oh, he does, huh? Fat lot he knows!"
"Don't let him get to you, Jammie."
"Aw, we had a real knock-down drag-out after school today," he said. "Mom told him she wants a divorce-again, but he didn't seem to pay it much attention."
"Why should he?" Shannon said. "I mean, Mom is always saying she's going to leave him ... but nothing ever comes of it. She's scared of him, scared of what he'll do ... and I really don't blame her."
"He really seems crazy lately....
"Yeah, I know," Shannon said. "I'd be happy if he'd get the hell out ... but it isn't going to happen, Jammie. Don't go getting your hopes up."
"Yes, ma'am "
Shannon smiled, lowered her head. "I guess I was coming on pretty strong. Hey, I need a really big favor of you, dear brother. Say you'll do it, okay?"
"How can I say anything until you tell me what it is?"
"It's pretty crazy," she said. She sucked in a deep, deep breath of air and let it out very, very slowly. "Okay ... I'd like you to make love to me."
"WHAT ...?"
"Oh, you heard me!"
"You can't be serious, Shannon!"
"You sit there looking at my tits, your cock going crazy under your pants ... and say that I can't be serious. Oh, I know-it's incest. So what? I mean, back in ancient Egypt the only one that could marry the king was his sister."
"I know, Squirt ... but this isn't ancient Egypt!"
"Sometimes-no, lots of times, at night ... here in this very room," Shannon said. "When I masturbate, I pretend that it's really you making love to me. Please, Jammie-it would be so beautiful with you. I just know it would."
"I ... I don't know, Squirt."
"But you want to, I can tell."
"Well, of course ... you're a beautiful woman. A guy would have to be crazy not to want to."
"Well...?"
"Look, Squirt ... let me think about it for a day or so before I give you an answer," Jammie said miserably. "Wow, I mean ... damn, Shannon!"
"No good," Shannon said. "It's either now or never. You back out now and you'll find ten thousand reasons not to do it. Please, Jammie ... please."
"That's why you're dressed like you are, right?"
"Sure ... to let you see what you're missing out on, Jammie," she said. "I want you, Jammie...."
"I want you, too, Squirt!"
"Well, let's go then!"
"With Mom right here in the house?"
"I ... I wish that I could get her to join us," Shannon said. "Oh, that would be fantastic ... and don't tell me you wouldn't like to make it with Mom, too. I see the way you look at her when you think she's not aware. Bull's hip, too. I'll bet that's what's driving him up the wall."
"You're crazy, I ... I...."
"Admit it, Jammie...."
"I thought you wanted to fuck," Jammie said, his face tight. "I mean, isn't that what this is supposed to be about-you seducing me?"
"That's what it's all about, brother dear!"
"Then how come you're pimping Mom on me?"
"Read Oedipus Rex sometime, Jammie," Shannon said. "Just about every guy wants to make it with his mother. Even if they are old and fat and ugly ... and Mom isn't any of those. You saw how the guys at the burger joint acted. I'd bet a whole lot of dudes jacked-off in her name that night."
"Yeah, I guess...."
"Don't let it mess with your mind, Jammie."
"It doesn't look so terrible out in the light of day," Jammie said and smiled. "It's one of those things you won't admit-even to yourself. Oh, wow-Shannon, I ... I owe you one for that."
"I know how I'd like to collect!"
"Don't you think you ought to lock the door first?"
"You mean it, Jammie? You really mean it?"
"Do I have a choice?"
She threw her arms around him and flooded his face with moist, hot kisses. She danced away from him, locked the door, and then turned to face him. She paused for a moment, enjoying the sense of excitement she saw in Jammie's eyes ... and then she reached down, caught the hem of her nightgown and lifted it up over her head in one long, graceful motion.
"Oh ... oh, God, Shannon," Jammie said.
She sucked in a deep breath of air, thrust her breasts in his direction. "Why, brother dear," she said, and pranced over to him and sat down in his lap. "I do believe you've come down with the St. Vitas Dance...."
"I wonder why?" he said.
"Do you like my breasts?"
"Fantastic, Squirt...."
"You're not just saying that?" she said. "Trying to make your little sister feel better?"
Jammie pressed his hands against the front of her breasts and began to rub the palms against the nipples, marveling at how quickly they grew firm and began to pulse. He leaned over and kissed each nipple-first the right and then the left, and Shannon squealed with joy.
"Hey what is that strange thing I feel poking into my behind, brother dear?" Shannon said, and giggled.
"If you'll get off my lap, sister dear," Jammie said, "I'll show you, Squirt...."
"But let me take it out, Jammie," she said as she hopped from his lap. "Please, brother...." She dropped to her knees in front of him and began to toy with the zipper on his fly. "It's like Christmas, opening gifts...."
"I hope you like it...."
She eased his fly open and reached down inside his pants for his cock. She curled her fingers around the shaft of his hard, swollen member and eased it out very carefully through the opened fly. "Oh ... it's so beautiful," she said, and planted a wet, surging kiss on its head. "And a whole lot bigger than Kam's too. Longer and thicker and ... ohhhhhhhhh, hhmmmmmmmmmmm!" Her tongue shot out of her mouth and she flicked wildly against his penis. Jammie groaned, cupped his hands gently around the back of her head. "Would you like me to suck it for a bit?"
"It's your show, kid...."
"Okay, then I want you undressed."
"Whatever you say, Your Majesty!"
Jammie stood up, slipped out of his shirt. He unbuckled his belt, loosened the catch at the top of his pants and wiggled his hips so that his pants fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them, picked them up and folded them over the back of the chair. He removed his shorts, his shoes and socks, and then walked over to the bed and sprawled out on his back. He held his arms out to Shannon and she leaped at him. Her lips pressed hungrily against his ... and Jammie drew her tongue down into his mouth and began to suck on it.
Shannon's nipples bore into his chest, so fiercely that he could actually feel them pulsing. She began to wiggle, pressing her hot cunt up against his throbbing manhood. "Oh, Jammie," she cried. Your cock, it feels so good ... and so right. I love you, Jammie!"
"I love you, too, Squirt!"
He rolled over on top of her, forcing his knees against her trembling thighs in order to spread her legs. She could feel the head of his hard, angry cock vibrating against the wet pink lips of her vulva. A shiver of excitement raced hotly through her body and she felt her spunk rush up toward the surface of her snatch, lubricating the lips there.
"Are you scared, sweetheart?"
"A ... a little bit," Shannon confessed. "But only a little bit, Jammie."
"I won't hurt you, baby-I promise," Jammie said. "But you must do everything I tell you-everything, no matter how silly or crazy it sounds. Alright?"
"Sure, Jammie...."
"Okay. First I want you to reach down with both hands and spread the lips of your pussy with your fingers, just wide enough so that I can get the head of my cock inside."
She did as he requested, gasping for a moment as she felt his cock enter her. The memory of her session with Kam suddenly exploded inside her and she began to shudder, her whole body tensing. Jammie looked down into her face and smiled. He kissed each of her eyes, the tip of her nose, and then her chin and lips. "That's exactly what I don't want you to do. Squirt-tense up like that. Relax, breathe through your mouth and keep telling yourself that I won't hurt you."
"I'm trying, Jammie. Really...."
"I know, sweetheart. I can feel it loosening up."
His voice was so calm, so self-assured ... and she so much wanted their first time together to be beautiful. Every now and then Jammie would kiss her or nuzzle his cheek against her ... and after a bit she really began to relax. He slid his hands down under her bottom, grasped the flesh firmly, and then began to move his tool down into her sheath ... moving at a snail's pace.
"It ... it feels good, Jammie."
"No pain, sweetheart?"
She shook her head, grinned. "As a matter-of-fact, it's not too easy to keep my hips from moving, to keep from slapping my cunt up against your cock."
"Just take it easy...."
She began to writhe, lifting her pussy gently against him ... and Jammie dug his fingers into her ass to slow her down. "Easy," he warned. "Nice and easy "
"But I'm so wet, Jammie...."
"Yeah, are you ever!"
He continued to move slowly, delighted with the way the soft, spongy walls of her cunt sucked at his cock, grasping and clutching. "Still okay?" he said. "No pain?"
"Not a bit, lover," she said. "Oh, Jammie ... move already, will you? I want you to fuck me. Please ... please ... fuck me, big brother!"
"Put your legs around my back...."
Shannon lifted her long, slender legs up into the air and then wrapped them tightly around his buttocks ... and her vulva opened wider, easing the pressure from his prick. Even with the change of position she was tight-fantastically so, and Jammie began to move against her with the greatest sense of hesitancy. He refused to consider his own needs, wanting only to insure a beautiful experience for his sister ... and the agony rose up hotly in his scrotal sac, screaming for action.
"Oh ... oh, Shannon!"
"Fuck me, fuck me "
He moved slowly against her, gliding his prick up and down in long smooth strokes ... and Shannon found that if she arched her back a bit on the upward stroke the head of his fantastic cock would make contact with her clitoris. She began to writhe, moving aimlessly over the sheet.
"There's no pain, Jammie," she cried. "Fuck me, fuck me. Please ... FUCK ME!"
He quickened his pace, gripping tightly the flesh of her ass, spurred on by Shannon's babbling cries and squeals of joy. She raked her snatch up against him, thrashing about wildly. "I ... I'm going to come, Jammie," she cried.
"Hold off for a second," he said, "and we can go off together, sweetheart."
"I ... I don't think I can!"
Her whole body began to shudder as a storm of raw sensation ripped at her body. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before ... and she moaned and cried, thrashing about under her brother like a fish out of water. She could feel his cock explode inside her, filling her pussy with its scalding juice.
"I can't stop coming," she cried. "Oh, Jammie...."
At last they both grew quiet.
Jammie rose up on his knees, looked down at the look of pure ecstasy radiating from his sister's face and smiled. She looked so very beautiful at that moment, more beautiful than he had ever seen her before. He rolled over on his side and Shannon let out a little sigh of disappointment. She took his hand and placed it on her breasts, first one and then the other. The nipples there were still hard, still pulsing.
"I ... I guess I didn't get it all," he said.
"Oh, you got it, alright ... and now I want more," she said. "It was just what I had always hoped it would be, Jammie dear. Exciting and beautiful...." He got up on one elbow, leaned his chin against his opened hand. "You are really something, sweet lady," he said. "I'm glad this happened...."
"Me, too ... and you will do it again, won't you?"
"I wouldn't dare refuse. I can't have my baby sister think I can't handle the action."
She reached out and took his cock in her hand, surprised at how hard it still was. A couple of quick tugs and it was completely erect again, surging with desire.
"How about letting me on top this time?"
"Suits me, Squirt...."
"That way you can play with my titties while you're fucking me. Besides, I'd really like to watch your face at the moment of climax. I'll bet it's really something, the way you moan and cry and carry on...."
"Me moan and cry," Jammie said. "You ought to hear yourself, sister dear-like a wailing siren or something. "You're even noisier than Miss Fong and...." Jammie covered his mouth with his hand, looked at Shannon and closed his eyes. It was the first time he had ever let anything like that slip.
"So you made it with Nancy Fong," Shannon said. "Please, Shannon-that is really privileged knowledge. It could cost her everything if it got out."
"I won't say anything, Jammie-I promise," Shannon said, and crossed her heart. "But it's really a mindblower-my big brother and the sexiest teacher at South. Oh, wow, and Daddy thinks you're queer."
"I thought you were going to get on top of me!"
"I am, I am...."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Bull took the .32 from his pants, barged into Ryan's Bar with the gun in his hand.
"Where they at?" he roared.
"Hey, Bull," Ryan said. "You gone crazy, man?"
"I'm going to kill him, Bull said. "Her, too...."
"They left, Bull," one of his cronies said. "Honest, the guy was bleeding pretty bad from where you split his lip and they left."
"Where'd they go?"
"Who knows, Bull?" Ryan said. "Some motel, out into the country-a hospital maybe. Hey, listen ... why don't you give me that piece before someone gets hurt?"
"Somebody's going to get hurt alright, Ryan."
"That's crazy talk, man."
"Look what that bastard did to me, Ryan," Bull said. "No one gets away with that-no one!"
"It was a fair fight," said the man who had interfered when Bull's crony jumped Ranee from behind. "He beat you fair and square, loudmouth-and you know it."
Bull pointed the gun at the man. "Nobody asked your opinion, Mac!"
Fire seemed to explode in the man's eyes. He took a step or two in Bull's direction, pulled up short as he head the safety-catch being released on the revolver. The man glared at Bull, trembling with fear and anger.
"Still think it was a fair fight, Mac?"
"A damn sight fairer than you standing there pointing that piece at me, boy-o," he said. "Put it away and I'll beat your brains out."
"Bull, you've got to listen to me," Ryan said. "C'mon, you're acting crazy!"
"You sure they ain't here, Ryan?"
"I give you my word, man!"
Bull put the revolver back in the top of his pants, went out to the street and jumped into his car. He started the engine, revved it up until it began to roar, and then peeled away from the curb.
Maude doesn't like motels, he said to himself and smiled. They might have gone out to the country, but I don't think so. That punk wasn't hurt bad enough to go to a hospital. So ... there's really only one place they can be!
Ranee Taylor sat at the table in the kitchen of Maude's home, an icepack pressed to his swollen lip. Bull came in the back door of the house, the revolver in his hand. He looked at Ranee and grinned. "Don't make a sound, buddy-boy, or I'll blow your fucking head off right here and now," he said. "The bitch-where's she at?"
"In the can....
"Getting herself all pretty for you, huh?"
"What do you want with us, man?"
Bull pressed the barrel of the gun against Ranee's head. "Call Maude, mother-fucker...."
"Okay, okay...."
He called to her and she said that she'd be there in a minute or two. Bull moved away from Ranee, leaned against the refrigerator. Ranee began to toy with the icepack, hoping he might throw it at Bull when Maude appeared and then wrestle the gun away from him. Bull leered, shook his head. "Put it away, Mac," he said, "or I'll plug you right now."
Ranee shrugged, tossed the icepack away.
Maude came into the kitchen, dressed in a long, black nightgown that flowed to the floor. She saw Bull and put her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. "I forgot about the spare key," she said.
Bull dipped into his pocket, dangled the key from his fingers. "And here I thought I was the one you wore that gown for, Maudie," he said. "Shame-shame, sweetheart. What would Steve think?"
"Bull, this is crazy," Maude said.
"So people keep telling me. You two were headed for the bedroom, let's all go. C'mon-move!"
Maude looked at Ranee. He shrugged hopelessly. "GET YOUR ASSES MOVING!" Bull roared.
"We ... we'd better do as he says," Maude said. "He's crazy enough to use that thing."
Ranee got up from the table, followed Maude into the bedroom. Bull followed close behind. He had Maude sit on the edge of the bed, Ranee sit next to her.
"This circus I've got planned would be a lot better if you were a broad, Ranee," Bull said, and laughed. "Still, you have an asshole and a mouth ... and it's been a long time since I've fucked anything as sweet as you."
"You'll have to kill me," Ranee said, "if you have any idea about turning me into a sissy!"
"Still coming on tough, huh, punk?"
"Go on, bastard-shoot!"
"Oh, no ... no," Maude cried. "Please, Ranee, let's do as he says. Please, please....
"Cut the chatter and get out of your clothes, both of you ... and hurry up about it."
Quickly, Maude slipped her nightgown over her head and threw it on the bed. Reluctantly, Ranee stood up and began to undress. Bull watched in fascination, dizzy with the feeling of awesome power the gun gave him.
"Alright, Maudie, over here. I want you on your knees in front of me. I think I'd like a little head to get things rolling, if you don't mind....
Maude dropped to her knees in front of him, trembling, breathing deeply through her mouth.
"You don't mind, do you, sweetheart?"
"Oh, no ... no, Bull!"
"Actually, you want to suck me off, don't you?"
"Yes," Maude said in a quiet voice.
"How much do you want it, baby?"
"A ... a lot, Bull. A real lot...."
"Enough to beg me to let you do it?"
"Sure, Bull. Only...."
"Okay, cunt-let's hear you beg!"
"Let me suck you off, please, Bull...."
"You call that begging?" Bull said. "Put some real feeling into it, Maudie-make me know how much you want to wrap your lips around my meat. C'mon-beg!"
"I ... I ... I love to have your cock in my mouth, Bull ... and that's why I'm begging you to please, please let me suck you off. I want to feel you come in my mouth because ... your juice is so good. And ... and...."
"Not bad," Bull said. "Okay, baby-be my guest!" Maude reached for the catch on the zipper of his fly but Bull slapped her hand away. "Use your mouth," he said. "Use your mouth to get my fly open, Maudie...."
"But, Bull, I...."
He set the barrel of the gun alongside her head and began to stroke her hair with it. Quickly, Maude nuzzled her mouth against his crotch, nibbling for the metal catch on the zipper. She caught it, began to move it down with little jerking motions of her neck and head. "There you go, baby!"
Ranee watched in fascination as Maude began to root her way down inside Bull's pants, trying to work her lips through the opening in the front of his shorts. His cock stirred, began to grow hard. He sighed, shook his head.
"It got to you, huh?" Bull said, smirking.
"This is insane," Ranee moaned.
Maude had Bull's cock now. She wrapped her lips tightly around its head and pulled it outside his pants. Bull patted her on the head. "Good girl," he said.
"May I suck it now?"
Bull glared at Ranee. "Isn't that the sweetest thing you ever heard, Ranee? Of course, darling," he said to Maude, and stroked the side of her face. "Just make sure you don't use your hands...."
"One ... one thing, Bull!"
"What's that, sweetheart?"
Maude sighed deeply. "You aren't really going to kill us, are you?" she said.
"Aw, Maudie, what sort of monster do you think I am?"
"Let me hear you say it, please, Bull!"
"Get those lips moving," Bull snapped. "And I want to feel the head way down in your throat."
"Alright, Bull," she sobbed.
"And you," Bull said, and pointed the gun at Ranee's belly. "Get behind her, eat out her asshole for me."
Ranee shrugged, did as Bull directed.
Maude drew Bull's cock into her mouth, began to nibble her way down toward the root, her tongue swirling wildly. She started to gag as the head entered her throat, but she forced herself to stop ... and then her lips were around the base of his tool. Bull placed his free hand at the back of her head and began to roll his hips from side to side, grinding his cock against the soft, moist flesh of her mouth and throat.
Ranee flicked his tongue against Maude's tightly puckering anus, excited despite the situation. Maude groaned, Bull's cock stifling most of the sound. She began to tremble, and it wasn't only her fear that moved her. Ranee's tongue probed hotly at her tiny dark hole, trying to work its way up inside her. She began to move her head up and down along the shaft of Bull's cock, rising to a point where the glans very nearly fell from her lips and then sweeping downward, downward, her tongue sputtering wildly, until once again her lips were wrapped securely around the base.
Bull groaned as he started to fuck Maude in the mouth, ramming his cock recklessly against the wet, grasping walls of her mouth and throat. His thick thighs began to tremble, and Maude-knowing that he was near to orgasm-increased the tempo of her movements, hoping to get it over as soon as possible. Suddenly, Bull grabbed a handful of her blond hair and jerked her head away from his cock. "Okay, Ranee," he said. "I want you back on the bed, on the edge with your legs spread. Maude, you sort of bend down in front of him, but-listen, keep that pretty ass up in the air."
"What are you going to do?" Maude said.
Bull slapped her with his open hand. Ranee started to lunge for him, then stopped, staring at the gun. Bull slapped Maude again, much harder this time. She screamed, covered her mouth with her hands to stifle the sound. Bull glared at Ranee, wordlessly daring him to try to stop him from doing anything he damn well pleased. The situation belonged to him, the gun in his hand made it so.
"I was going to send you out in style, sweetheart," Bull said, "but the choice is yours. Any more questions out of you and I'm going to let you have it right now."
"No, Bull-please," Maude sobbed. "We'll do whatever it is you want. Don't kill us...."
"That go for you, too, Ranee?"
"Yeah ... yeah!"
"Wonderful! Okay, Maudie-girl, if you'll start sucking off our friend there we can continue. And remember: I want that ass high up into the air."
Maude crawled over to Ranee on her knees, curled her fingers around his cock and began to stroke it. He was a lot bigger down there than Bull, with an enormous head that looked like a helmet. She lowered her lips against it, kissed the suddenly pulsing glans sweetly, lovingly.
"Oh," Ranee cried. "Oh, Maude...."
Bull dropped to his knees in back of Maude, rubbed his cock up against the firm, goose bump-covered flesh of her bottom. He pressed the head against her tiny anus, and Maude nearly leaped out of her skin. He whacked her hard across the meat of her tail, growled that she had better not do that again or he'd really beat her. Maude took Ranee's hands and placed them on her head. She scooted her own hands down under his bottom and dug her fingers into the hard hairy flesh. Bull was about to put that thing in her bottom, and she tried to steel herself for the assault, knowing that the pain would very nearly drive her out of her mind. She cried out in pain as the head of Bull's cock pierced that puckering hole and moved up inside her ass.
"Oh, wow," Bull cried. "Oh ... hey ... that's nice, so nice and tight, Maude!"
She felt Ranee's hands tighten on her head and she dug her nails deeply into his flesh, struggling with all the power at her command to keep from jerking away from the hot, probing agony that was Bull's cock. She began to move her head rapidly against Ranee's tool, bobbing away wildly, as Bull's meat sank deeper and deeper into her dark, bleeding cavity.
Bull began to move his prick inside her, her blood serving as lubrication, sliding it in and out, in and out ... and Maude went wild at Ranee's cock, moving so fiercely that her head was little more than a blur of motion. Ranee began to moan, his balls screaming with the driving storm of his impending orgasm. Bull joined him, wailing away in triumph. They went off within a micro-second of each other, both of them thrashing about, shuddering, crying out their sensuous joy. Ranee's creamy juice thundered hotly into her mouth while Bull sent his load of jism spurting into her ass. Maude's clit began to howl with need ... and spunk flowed freely from her snatch, collecting in thick, shimmering layers on the inside of her thighs.
Bull pulled away from her, leaned against the dressing table, sweat pouring from his head and face. He looked down at his cock and smiled at the blood there. "That's my second cherry this week," he said, and roared with mirthless laughter.
Maude raised her head, straining to look back at Bull.
"You can get up," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, why don't the two of you just change positions. Let the punk lick on that sweet cunt of yours for a while." Maude looked up into Ranee's eyes. He touched the side of her face, smiling. He helped her to her feet, sat her down at the edge of the bed and then knelt down in the spot that she had just vacated. He lowered his mouth against her gooey cunt, kissed the hot, dripping lips there.
"Let's hear some noise," Bull said, and laughed. "I want to hear that tongue slopping around inside her pussy. C'mon, punk, slurp it up! Slurp it up!"
Ranee sent his tongue corkscrewing down inside the quivering walls of her vagina, lapping away fiercely, making loud, vulgar, sucking noises as he went. Maude closed her eyes, moaning softly, as she began to thrust her pelvis up against the pressure of Ranee's lapping tongue.
"Oh, lover," she cooed. "That's so good....
Bull slipped out of his pants and shorts, threw them in a pile near the door. He walked over to the bed, shoved Maude backward until she was lying on her back, and then he climbed on top of her, straddling her body, his all but flaccid prick lying in the valley between the twin peaks of her proud, soft, enormous breasts. "Don't get any funny ideas," he said to Ranee. "I've got this gun pointed at her head ... and one false move out of you and I'll blow her head off at the neck. You understand, punk? You get the message?"
Ranee grunted, and Bull took that as an affirmative answer. He looked down into Maude's face, leering. She bit down on her bottom lip, afraid that she might do or say something that would push him over the thin edge of sanity. "Okay, old girl!" he said. "Get those beautiful tits moving!"
Maude pressed her hands against the sides of her breasts and the valley that existed between them was transformed into a cave, smothering Bull's tool in their billowing softness. His cock began to pulse, swelling to erection. He began to rock back and forth, marveling at the silky, vibrant friction her magnificent mammaries provided.
"Hey, that is nice," Bull moaned. "Really nice, Maud!"
Ranee began to root his tongue around under the heavy folds of flesh at the top of her snatch, searching for her pink clit ... and Maude was unable to keep her body writhing, tom between her own frantic need and her fear of displeasing Bull. She lifted her legs, hooked them over Ranee's shoulders. He slipped one hand down under her bottom, kneading the pliant flesh there ... and then he plunged the middle finger of his free hand down deeply into her snatch and began to work it in and out, in and out, as his tongue flicked away merrily at the tip of her clitoris.
"Open your mouth," Bull demanded, and leaned forward on his hips, straining so that the head of his cock would penetrate her lips at the further point of his forward stroke. "Suck, you bitch," he cried. "Suck ... suck, suck!"
Maude buried her chin against her chest, allowing still more of Bull's tool to enter her mouth. She began to swirl the flat of her tongue over the pulsing glans each time it entered her mouth ... and at the same time she increased the pressure of her tits as they rubbed against the shaft. "Oh, what a fine cocksucker you are," Bull groaned. "What a beautiful little dick licker...."
Bull began to rock against her breasts and mouth, driving erratically. Suddenly, he stopped, pushed Maude's hands away from her breasts and pulled the head of his cock out of her mouth. A look of pure rapture filled his face as spasm after spasm rippled through his body. He began to groan, closing his eyes, and then his load of juice thundered up out of his balls and spurted hotly against Maude's face. Her own orgasm exploded, and she began to writhe violently, thrashing about under the weight of Bull's body. Ranee continued to suck at her clit until he had drained the last vestige of climax from her. Bull climbed from her, returned to the dressing table and leaned wearily against it.
"You must do pretty good work, punk," he said, and nodded toward Maude. "Look at that old whore-she's in heaven. You ever suck a dick, punk?" Ranee began to tremble with rage. He balled his hands into fists but made no movement toward Bull. "Get fucked, you bastard," he said.
Bull leered. "That's what I had in mind, sweet lips," he said. "I'm going to fuck you in the mouth while Maudie-baby gets at my balls from the other side...."
"No way," Ranee said. "You'll have to kill me!"
Bull raised the gun, pointed it at Ranee's head. "Get on your knees, punk!"
Ranee cried out in rage, dove at Bull. Bull pulled the trigger on the revolver. There was a sharp, metallic click, but no explosion. He kicked out at Ranee, catching him squarely in the chest and sending him flying against the wall. He fired the gun again ... and again it clicked. He started to jerk the trigger rapidly, but it merely clicked and clicked. Empty! Kathi must have made good her threat to empty it without his knowing it. Ranee got to his feet, started to move in on Bull, grinning. Bull threw the revolver at him, caught him on the side of the head and knocked him to his knees. He leaped at the dark-haired man, began to pound his fists against his head-again and again and again, until he was too exhausted to move his arms any longer and Ranee lay unconscious at his feet.
Maude picked up a pair of scissors from the dressing table and held them like a dagger in her hand. "Stay away from me," she screamed. "Stay the hell away...."
Bull picked up his pants, wrapped them around his left forearm, and began to move in on Maude. She screamed and lashed out at him. "You animal! You filthy animal...." She backed against a wall, and Bull kept moving in on her, a wry smile playing on his lips. She lashed out with the scissors again ... and again and again, but each time he managed to move out of the path of the blades.
"Stay away from me," Maude screamed.
He began to circle to his left, feinting with his pants-covered forearm. Ranee got to his feet just as Maude dropped the scissors. He grabbed Bull by the shoulder, spun him around and caught him with a solid right to the mouth. Bull staggered backward and Ranee nailed him with a left that broke the nose of the bigger man. Bull's legs buckled under him and he fell unconscious to the floor.
"Call the police, Maude," Ranee said. "Hurry....
She looked at him, shook her head.
"Why the hell not?"
"I'm married, Ranee. It would be in the paper. My old man is doing time. A thing like this would destroy him. I ... I can't do that."
"But this clown tried to kill us!"
"No, I think-really, he just wanted to scare us."
"That's crazy ... and you know it, Maude."
"Alright, but I can't call the cops."
"Then it's your funeral, sister ... and I want no part of it," Ranee said. "Don't think it hasn't been fun, but I'll be on my way North-Akron or Cleveland."
"Wait, Ranee...."
"Look, Maude, you're a fine-looking woman. I really could have dug a thing with you ... but no pussy in the whole world is worth getting killed for."
"Will you at least help me get rid of him?"
Ranee looked at her, frustration written across his face. "Just how do we do that, Maude?"
"Well, we could put him in his car and take him out into the country and leave him," she said. "I could drive his car and you could follow me in yours ... bring me back here. I really think he'll be alright once he cools down."
Ranee shrugged, nodded.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
SATURDAY
It was nearly dawn when Bull awoke. At first he was unable to tell where he was. Then his vision cleared a bit and he realized that he was in the front seat of his car, on a lonely wooded road somewhere.
His head felt like there was a jack-hammer going off inside his brain ... and he couldn't breathe through his nose. He looked at his reflection in the rear-view mirror and began to shudder. Both his eyes were black, he had a couple of loose teeth, his nose was broken ... and his face was covered with blood. He tried to force himself to remember what had happened the night before, but his mind was a foggy mess.
The gun, he screamed in silence. Something about the gun. I ... I used it last night. He checked the glove box; it wasn't there. He looked in the rear seat and saw his shirt and shorts and pants ... and realized that he was naked. He grabbed his clothes, found the gun lying under them. He spun open the chamber-empty; sniffed at the barrel-it hadn't been fired. He fumbled in his pants pocket-came out with his keys and wallet, eighty dollars in bills. Nothing seems to be missing, he mused. Quickly he dressed, started the engine of the car and eased out onto the road. Maude and some clown, he said in silence. The three of us, we ... but it hurt too much even to think.
Kathi was asleep on the sofa in the living room when Bull arrived home. He shook her awake. She looked up at him, terror in her eyes. "Bull, my God ... what happened?" she said. "The police were here, looking for you. Ryan said that you were going to kill someone. What happened?"
"I ... I really don't know, babe," he said. "My head. I can't seem to remember."
"Did you kill someone?"
"I ... I don't think so," he said. "A fight..
"I'll get something for your face!"
"What did the cops say, Kathi?"
"Only what I told you," she said. "That Ryan had called them because you had a gun and were threatening to kill some guy and a girl...."
"Oh, God...."
Kathi disappeared into the kitchen, returned with a pan of warm water and a pair of fresh dishtowels.
She dipped one of the towels into the water and began to wash the blood from his face. Bull winced, began to whimper. "This really looks bad, Bull. I think you'd better go to a hospital!"
"No," he said. "Not till I remember what happened."
"You can't stay here, Bull...."
"What do you mean; it's my home!!'
"I told you yesterday-I want a divorce," Kathi said. "I want you out of here."
"Hey, that's great," Bull said. "I come home damn near dead and you lay some crap like that on me. Oh, that's class. Kathi-real class."
"Say whatever you want, Bull-but get out!"
He got to his feet, began to pace, pausing every step or two to glare at his wife. Several times he started to speak but the words came out all garbled and he broke it off, slowly shaking his head from side to side.
"I ... I love you, Kathi."
"Don't start that, Bull," Kathi said. "It's too late!"
"Kathi, baby-please."
"Get out, get out...."
"It was that faggot kid of yours, wasn't it," Bull said. "He put you up to this!"
"You leave Jammie alone!"
Bull's eyes sparkled with a fiery anger. "Yeah, that's got to be it," he said. "That fucking queer came crying to you and you, like always, rushed to defend him. I was only trying to make a man of him, Kathi!"
"He is a man, Bull-more man than you could ever hope to be," she cried. Now get out, get out of our lives ... we don't want you anymore!"
"I'll kill that faggot punk," Bull roared. "Where the hell is he?" He reached out and grabbed his wife and slapped her hard across the face. "In his room, right?"
"No, Bull ... leave him alone!"
Her nightgown came apart in Bull's hands as she tried to pull away from him. He threw her up against the wall, knocking over a table lamp with a loud crash.
"Run, Jammie," Kathi cried. "Run, run ... get out of the house. Call the police. JAMMIE, JAMMIE ... RUN, SON-GET OUT OF HERE!"
Bull rolled Kathi over on her back, straddled her belly as he sat on her, his knees pinning her arms to the floor. "This is a sample of what you're going to get if I hear any more talk about throwing me out of my own house," he said, and hit her across the face with his open hand. Kathi screamed, and he hit her again ... and again.' "And as soon as I'm done with you I'm going up and take care of little Jammie." Kathi's eyes were big and round and she tried to speak but her lips were trembling so fiercely that the words came out all garbled. Bull smiled down at her, sweat dripping from his face, his chest heaving deeply.
"No ... no, Jammie," Kathi cried.
Bull heard footsteps behind him, but not in time. Jammie brought a baseball bat crashing down against his back. Bull tried to roll to one side, hoping to turn and get to his feet before the boy could hit him again, but Jammie brought the bat crashing down against his shoulder ... and there was the sound of bone snapping as Bull began to howl with pain, begging for mercy.
"I ... I ought to kill you," Jammie said, trembling. "I really ought to kill you."
Kathi got to her feet, raced to her son's side. He was crying, tears rolling down his face. "He's had enough, Jammie-really," she said. "It's okay now. Give me the bat."
Jammie lowered his head, handed her the piece of wood.
"Help me, Kathi," Bull whimpered. "I'm hurt bad."
"We'll take you to the hospital, Bull," she said, her tone surprisingly calm. "I guess we owe you that. But this doesn't change anything. I still want a divorce ... and I want you out of our lives. You can have the car, anything else you want, but I want you out "
Bull struggled to his feet, holding his broken shoulder, pain etched deeply in his face. Kathi raised the bat, waved it at him. "I ... I'm going," Bull said. "And I don't need any help from you!"
"Bull, really," Jammie said, "you'd better let me take you to the hospital. That shoulder looks real bad."
"The cops are after me." Bull said. "And I don't know what I did last night. Jammie, I ... I only wanted to make a man out of you, kid."
Jammie looked down at the floor. "I ... I'm sorry for you, Bull," he said. "I really am...."
Bull hobbled to the door, paused for a moment and then began to laugh, mirthlessly. "It's all yours now, kid," he said. "You're going to find out what it's like to have to work for a living, 'cause-believe me, I'll go to prison before I give the lot of you a lousy dime."
"We don't want anything from you, Bull," Kathi said.
"I always knew it would happen some day," Bull said as he opened the door. "I always knew that some day she'd throw me out for you. Well, you're welcome to her, faggot. The two of you deserve each other."
Kathi waited until she heard Bull's car leave and then she dropped the bat, covered her face with her hands and began to cry. Jammie rushed to her side, put her arms around her and pulled her body close to him.
Her nearness made the boy dizzy.
Her bare breasts pressed hotly against his chest, the nipples seemingly intent on boring into his flesh. His cock began to quiver, coming alive in the bottom of his pajamas in a series of little jerking motions. "Oh ... oh, Mom," he cried. "I ... I ... I...."
"It's alright, son," she said. "I ... I want it, too. I want you, Jammie. And I'll prove to you that all those horrible things Bull said aren't true, that you're not ... not a homosexual, Jammie. You're not, you're not...."
He tried to speak, to tell her ... tell her everything, but then he felt her cool fingers curl around the shaft of his cock and all he could think of was how very much he wanted her, needed her. He crooked his fingers under her chin, lifted her head until she was looking up into his eyes ... , and then he kissed her, lovingly.
Bull was right, Kathi mused. Bull was right!
Jammie picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the sofa. He set her down, eased his body next to her. He took one of her breasts in his hand, began to knead the tender flesh there gently, stroking the huge pink nipple with the tip of his thumb. Kathi continued to rub his cock, thrilled by the sense of excitement its hard throbbing gave her. She kissed her son again, drawing his tongue deeply into her mouth and beginning to suck on it.
Jammie sent his free hand down the front of her body, and Kathi moaned, spread her thighs so that his hand could get at her vulva. The tips of his fingers brushed lightly against the moist pink lips there and a shudder of feverish expectation rippled its way through her body.
Shannon appeared in the doorway of the living room, let out a little gasp of surprise ... and then she smiled and pulled her nightgown over her head. Kathi and Jammie seemed unaware of her presence ... and she leaned against the wall to watch them, a finger rooting around inside her snatch for her clit.
"Oh ... oh, Jammie," Kathi cried. "I've waited so long for this day to come, son. So long, so very long...."
"Mom, I ... I...."
"There's nothing to be afraid of, Jammie," she said, and then cut off his response with a hot, hungry kiss.
"I want you inside me, Jammie. Come, fuck your mother....
Shannon watched in fascination as her brother rolled on top of their mother and settled himself down between her outstretched legs.
"Fuck me," Kathi cried. "Fuck me, Jammie...." The head of his cock pressed gently against the lips to her vulva, drawing a dab of Kathi's spunk to the surface ... and she sighed, shuddering with sensuous joy. "Easy, Jammie," she said. "Your mother likes an easy ride, son. Nice and slow and soft and gentle...."
"Yes," Jammie cried. "Yes, yes...."
He pressed downward and the lips of her vulva parted, sucking the head of his tool down, inside her pussy. She began to roll her hips against him, spreading her legs still further apart. Suddenly, she drew her legs up, wrapped them around her son's back ... and her vulva opened still wider, drawing the last bit of her son's cock down deeply into the hot, gooey mass of quivering flesh that was her cunt.
Shannon groaned as she found her clit and began to swirl the tip of her finger against it. She looked at her mother and brother, lost in the magic of their lovemaking ... and more than anything she wanted to join them, to become a part of the beautiful thing that was taking place there.
"Oh, Mom," Jammie cried. "That's so nice...."
"For me, too, lover...."
He began to move against her, lifting his cock and then easing it downward. The soft, spongy walls of her pussy began to vibrate, clutching at his meat, grinding wetly, sending spasms of pure joy racing through both their bodies.
"That's it, son-slow and easy, slow and easy!"
She began to move her pelvis, scooting it up against each new downward stroke of his manhood, jerking as he began to withdraw so that the glans brushed against her clit. Jammie began to shudder With the strain of the slow pace. His mother's cunt was like none other he had ever experienced before-so wet and grasping, vibrating wildly with the hot and wild energy of its fiery need. "Easy, lover," she cried as he began to tremble. "Take it slow, baby ... just for a little while longer. Be an easy rider, sweetheart!"
"I ... I'm trying, Mom."
She quickened the tempo again, rolling her hips in a wide arc as her pelvis thrust upward. Jammie dug the tips of his fingers into the cheeks of her ass, groaning with his fantastic effort to restrain himself. "I'm getting so close, Mom," he cried.
"It's alright, lover," Kathi cooed. "I'm there, too. You can move now. Ram that beautiful thing into my cunt. Fuck me, son ... fuck me. Make me come!"
He quickened his tempo, driving his cock down deeply into her fiery cauldron and then ripping it back out. Her body began to writhe under him, wiggling with a reckless sense of joy and fulfillment. Each , new thrust of her hips and buttocks sent her bubbling cave higher and higher to meet the frantic downward strokes of her son's hotly probing prick. His balls beat against the cheeks of her bottom, slapping out a counterpoint to the frantic rhythm of their lovemaking.
I'm there, Jammie," Kathi cried. "I ... oh, son .., I'm there. I ... I'm coming, Jammie. Oh, God ... I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming....
Suddenly, Jammie felt something warm and wet flick its way across the puckering rim of his anus ... and he cried out with a frantic sense of joy. It was Shannon, of course, and she had finally come up with a way to join her mother and big brother. "You like that, Jammie?" she said.
"Shannon ... oh, God, Shannon ... what are you doing here, Squirt?" Jammie said. "Oh ... oh, wow...."
She answered him by driving the tip of her tongue up into his bottom, and Jammie bucked as his whole body began to ripple with hot, jabbing spasms. Kathi continued to drive her cunt up against him, the hot, wet walls sucking wildly at his cock. "Oh, Mom , ... Shannon." he cried. "I ... I'm coming, too. I'm coming, too."
A drum began to throb in the back of his head ... and then his orgasm began to thunder out of his testicles. "Oh, Mom ... Shannon," he cried. His load of love-juice erupted from the tiny eye in the face of his penis, spurting hotly as it mixed with Kathi's spunk. His head felt like a wildly spinning top, whirling and whirling. He was unable to maintain his balance ... and he began to lean sideways, and then he toppled to the floor, laughing and choking, trying to catch his breath.
Kathi looked at Shannon ... and then she shrugged and smiled. She held out her arms to her daughter and Shannon fell against her, snuggling close. Jammie got to his knees, set his elbows on the edge of the sofa and then rested his chin on his hands, looking down into the warm, smiling faces of his mother and sister.
"I guess we don't have to worry about your brother being a homosexual," she said, and laughed.
"Oh, I could have told you that, Mom," Shannon said, and wrinkled her nose at her brother. "Me and Jammie, we ... we became lovers yesterday."
"Oh...."
"It's not quite like it sounds," Jammie said, and then told his mother of Shannon's experience with Kam. "I had to show her it didn't have to be like that!"
"And were you successful, Jammie?" Kathi said.
"Oh, boy, was he," Shannon said. "He made me come until there wasn't a single twitch left in my pussy."
"Well ... good," Kathi said.
Jammie leaned-over, kissed his mother. He was about to kiss Shannon when she shoved him away, wrinkling her nose at him in a cartoon of a pout. "Everyone has had an orgasm around here except me," she said.
"I can fix that, Squirt," Jammie said.
"Can you, big brother?" Shannon teased. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, Squirt," Jammie said. "Just spread those beautiful thighs enough so that I can get my tongue at your sweet little cunt and I'll show you!"
"Yes, Your Majesty ... ,"
"I ... I don't know about this, kids," Kathi said. "I mean, one time was all I ... I...."
Shannon leaned over, kissed her mothers breasts ... and then drew one of the huge, pink nipples up into her mouth and began to suck on it.
"Shannon, wait, I ... oh ... oh, Shannon!"
Shannon looked down at her brother and winked. "She won't give us any trouble, Jammie," she said. "And by the time you're finished with me I'll have her all heated up for you again. Won't you be, Mom?"
"I ... I guess so," Kathi said with a sigh. "I guess that once a thing like this gets started there's really no way to stop it, is there?"
"Who wants to stop?" Shannon demanded.
"With Bull gone this is only the beginning, Mom," Jammie said. "The three of us have years and years of loving ahead of us. This is just the beginning...." Kathi looked down at her son, up at her daughter. They seemed so happy, so ... so beautifully happy. "I guess it is just the beginning," she said. "And what a beautiful beginning it is, too."
