Pedophilia has long been of interest to psychiatrists and psychologists who specialize in the sexual aspects of human behavior. Arguments range on two sides of the issue: Is the pedophile drawn to young boys or girls because he is immature in his own sexual behavior and growth, or does he or she prefer young sex partners because of an excess of experience that turns him back to "the simpler" delights of childhood? Perhaps the question can never be answered fully, since the entire subject of pedophilia is taboo in our society. It carries a taint of wrongdoing that seems to have no bearing on the motivations or feelings of the subject.
Dr. Carl Hauser, eminent psychologist of human sexual behavior, has stated, "Rarely does a patient talk freely of any involvement in sexual activity with children. It probably occurs in at least 50% of the cases I study, but only in approximately 2% of the cases does the patient admit his participation. It is difficult to make patients understand that there is a natural explanation for their feelings and that they should not condemn themselves without knowing all the facts." Dr. Hauser advocates the dissemination of information to the public on sex acts by and on children in an effort to erase the wall of ignorance that surrounds the subject.
"In most major cities of the country," he says, "more than half the rapes that occur are not reported because they are committed on children by members of their own families. Incest, combined with pedophilia, seems to create such shame that a family refuses not only to prefer charges but to even report the crime."
With the rising increase if illegitimate births each year and the high number of young runaways in this country, there is little wonder that the sexual activity among young teenagers is also on the increase. In 1955, the average age at which a girl relinquished her virginity, willingly or otherwise, was seventeen. Today, according to a national survey by the Meisening Foundation of Chicago, Illinois, this age is now at its all-time low of twelve years and seven months.
Dr. Hauser, in a recent speech before the Foundation, declared that it was time the American people stopped burying their heads in the sand and took an honest look at the reasons behind the sexual involvement of so many adults with young children. Such a study, he contends, will shed great light on the reasons of early sexual behavior of all children. The answer, he says firmly, lies in the fact that a child's first introduction to physical sex almost always comes at the hands of an older, more experienced partner.
This book is not meant as a definitive study of the subject of pedophilia, but it is based on true case histories and actual motivations.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Emily Zestrow snapped off the ignition and turned to look at the delicious-looking little boy sitting next to her on the seat of her Mercury Cougar. He was glancing around at the country landscape as though trying to decide where they were. When he glanced at her, she smiled and slid across the leather upholstery until she was very close to him.
"You don't mind if I rest a little while? I've been driving all day, and it is tiring." She smiled and looked intently at him.
The boy looked surprised but merely shrugged. "Sure, that's okay. But--" He glanced out the window at the deserted fields that surrounded them. Emily had turned the car off the highway onto a gravel road that wound its way through the southern Minnesota farm lands. Several miles farther, she'd turned again to a narrower road, through wooded sections, over rolling hills. Then she had made still another turn onto this rutted trail that split through the center of a waving, uncut field of tall grass.
"But--what?" she prompted. She let her arm move across the back of the seat so her fingers touched his shoulder lightly. In the thin cotton T-shirt, his taut muscles radiated a warmth that went beyond the summer afternoon.
He grinned. "I dunno. I guess I figured you were more the type to make rest stops at some cool, dim night club roadhouse." He looked away, hoping his attitude hadn't embarrassed her.
Emily laughed, throwing her head back so her long brown hair scattered across her tanned shoulders above the off-the-shoulder peasant blouse. She lifted the hand on his shoulder and turned his face back toward her. "I like the peace and quiet here. Besides, you're not old enough to go into a place like that! I wouldn't want to leave you sitting in the car, waiting. I promised you a ride all the way to Cedar Rapids when I picked you up back there on the highway."
He felt flattered that she would be so considerate. Her cool fingertips lingered on his cheek, and he liked the feeling. She leaned closer to him and he could feel the high rise of her breast on his arm.
"You can't be over--what, sixteen?"
He nodded, stretching the truth by the few months that were left until his birthday.
"Honestly, I can't imagine a boy your age taking off all by himself for another city. What will you do there all alone? Aren't you going to be terribly lonesome?"
"Naw, why should I be? I told you, I got a friend down there. He's already found a job for me. Hell, anything will be better than being stuck in that town of Rush Falls all my life!"
Her fingers caressed his cheek. "I envy you."
"Me?" He seemed genuinely surprised at her statement. So surprised that he didn't notice her other hand move across to his thigh and rest lightly on the tightly pulled blue denim.
"Mmm, yes. So young, and starting out on life's adventure. I have a feeling you're going to really enjoy living." The fingers dug into the hard muscle under the jeans.
He felt the pressure and began to add up the pieces of the strange picture he'd found himself in. Young woman, pretty, apparently well-heeled, the deserted road, and the planned stop. He smiled. "So do I."
The red-tipped fingernails tugged at taut cloth, inched their way toward his crotch. "You're very good looking. You won't have any trouble finding a girlfriend."
He wet his lips which had suddenly become very dry. He'd heard and read about situations like this, but he'd never dreamed he would find himself in one so soon. Even in his wildest dreams, he'd hoped it wouldn't take him too long to find a willing girl after he got to Cedar Rapids. The best he'd ever done in Rush Falls was the night he had cornered Betty Mae Haskins behind the barn after the church picnic. He'd gotten his hand inside her pants and she was squealing and squirming with delight and he was struggling to get his throbbingly-hard penis out past his zipper when her old man had caught them. God, he'd been clobbered to within an inch of his life by the red-necked farmer. Even worse, Mr. Haskins had told his own father, and Peter had been grounded for the rest of the summer. So when Jeff Marlow had written and told him of the green pastures of Cedar Rapids, it was temptation enough to make him finally bolt. To hell with his old man. To hell with Betty Mae Haskins and her whole damn family. To hell with Rush Falls.
Emily was smiling very close to his face. Her moist red lips glistened and quivered slightly as he watched them. Her breath came in tiny spurts that were like flames licking across his face. Pete felt the pressure of her hand at his crotch. He wanted to look down, but her startling blue eyes held him like a magnet. The face came closer, closed the short distance between them, the lips parted to reveal her ruby-red tongue flicking across her white teeth. Pete's breath caught in his throat.
Emily covered the beautiful young mouth with her lips. He was warm and outdoorsy, smelling of the country and of youth waiting to be stirred. For a moment, his lips were motionless, but very soon they parted to admit her tongue. She licked across his teeth and darted the tongue into the wet haven of his mouth, spearing her oral contact like a pitchfork against his passivity. She rolled her tongue around his, coaxing motion from it, demanding a response that his body could not deny. Her hand played at his ear lobe.
Her other hand was high between his legs now. She could feel the heavy bulge of his tightly-bound penis under the thick cloth--so big for such a young boy, slightly more than a child. She squeezed at the mound and tried to find its base with her prying fingers. He made a noise deep in his throat as she finally found, and grasped, his immature balls.
"Mmmm," she said into the kiss. She underlined her sound with another squeeze of her hand.
She felt the first response of the hidden sex organ. Quickly, she reached for the zipper pull and snagged it downward. The boy jerked slightly, but she gave him no chance to react further to his surprise. Her hand went inside the opening it had created and began a new search for the promise of fresh young manhood bulging there. She felt his body tense, then relax as he eased his hips forward and spread his thighs for her.
Then she had it. The beautiful child-man prick was in her hand. She closed her fist around it and felt its full length, making it grow even as she performed the first touch on it. She found the head, ran her fingertip around its rimmed base. It was so smooth, so velvety. It excited her and she translated her feelings to the kiss, darting quick probes into his oral cavity with her tongue and nibbling at his tongue gently. She snaked her free hand to his neck and under the loose folds of the shirt. Her nails raked at his bronze flesh.
This was what it was all about! Pete felt the wonderful new feelings bubble up inside him. This was it, what he'd only dreamed about so often and never experienced before. Jeez, his guts felt like wet leather in the sun, all tight and hard. Her cool hand on his penis had become very warm, and she was pumping the shaft back and forth with quick eager strokes now. His cock was getting hard. He could feel the fluid building to make it bulge under her touch.
Emily took her lips from his mouth slowly. She stayed very close to his face. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her red tongue flicked across her lips. "Are you a virgin?" she asked in a breathy whisper.
It startled him and he tried to think of an answer that would not betray his complete ignorance. But she sensed the truth, and smiled. "I'm glad," she said softly. "Do you mind... I mean if you want me to stop, I will." A pained expression crossed her eyes.
"Hell, no!" He spoke too loud in his haste. "I--I like it."
"Mmmm, good. We can have a very good time if you want to."
"I want to." He could scarcely get the words out. His belly was a mass of knots now, since her hand had not been idle. The steady rhythm of the strokes on his penis had forced it to stand erect and ready in her hand.
She backed up and sat up straight, taking her hand from his neck. She ran it along his arm. "Pull down my blouse," she said.
He glanced at the high rise of her breast under the silky cotton cloth. Looking down this way, he could make out the imprint of her nipples, pressed forward against the clinging cloth. Along the neckline, several inches of the cleavage between the huge globes showed above the elastic.
"Pull it down," she repeated.
His hand rose and caught the edge of the elastic where it was stretched across her upper arm. Slowly, he dragged the cloth downward with the weight of his hand. All the time she kept playing her sexy tune on his mouth organ.
The white cloth clung desperately for a moment to the peaks of her breasts, but finally leaped over the pinnacles. Her huge tits jumped out in freedom, bobbing and bouncing behind the cloth as it left them.
Pete stared in wonder at the gorgeous sight. Man, what boobs! He'd never seen anything so tremendous in all his dreams, or in any of the girlie magazines he'd hoarded and hidden in his closet. His throat was dry again, and he tried to swallow the sandiness.
"Would you like to suck one?" Her voice was as calm as though she were asking him if he wanted a glass of water. He nodded mutely. She put her hand to his head and urged him close to the delightful mound. The silver-dollar sized circle of deep coral at the peak was a nest of bumpy dry warm flesh. In its center, the tiny bud of the nipple popped forward and beckoned to his lips. He opened them and her hand pressed his face to the sweet-smelling fruit.
His lips touched the tender silky flesh. He was surprised to find the smell became flavor, faintly like rose petals. The nipple fit beautifully between his lips, and he closed them around it gently. Her hand pressed him harder to her breast, and willingly he opened his mouth and took the living offering. Now the nipple was a hard pip on his tongue, and he rolled it over and under his thrusting member to slather it and taste every bit of it. She hugged him to her, still jacking at his cock to keep his steam up. He'd never felt anything so exhilarating, so marvelous. He moaned and sucked at the delightful tit.
"Yes, yes, that's the way," she crooned over his head. Her hands were all over him now, tugging his clothes loose, searing his naked flesh, exciting him constantly. He tried to climb further onto her writhing body.
"Mmmm, yes, yes. Suck it hard. It's for you!" Her voice was husky and made him even more eager. He lapped at the wonderful tit and put his hand to the other one. It was firm and taut to his touch, standing out in rigid attention from her body, a huge melon-like dome of ripe flesh. His finger found the hidden pool of the nipple and he poked at it and was rewarded with immediate stiffness of the tiny bud. He rolled it between his fingers.
She had her fingers around his balls now, her entire hand pushed inside his pants, cupping the private boy parts gently but firmly and massaging them eagerly. He felt like he was going to burst! He shot his hand to her thighs and was surprised to find that her skirt was already hiked far up her legs. The smooth golden flesh made his hand tingle as he touched it.
Emily grabbed the hand and forced it between her legs. His hesitation was exciting but maddening, and she wanted to teach him quickly. She had been almost three days without sex, and now that it was imminent, she couldn't restrain herself. She pushed aside all thoughts of anything but the wonderful body in her hands and arms. His hot wet lips on her breast sent darts of fire through her, and she wanted him to meet them from the other end. She pushed the curled fingers into the hollow between her legs and lifted one thigh so she could trap the hand where she wanted it.
"Ohhh, that's better. Now push up between those folds, darling... yes, that's the way. Ummmm. Feel how nice and wet I'm getting for you. Ohhh, yes, do that again!"
He flicked his finger over the tiny out-cropping of flesh as she instructed. It seemed to excite her to a frenzy she could barely control. Her hips tried to move into his touch, almost impossible in the cramped confines of the car's front seat. She lifted her body, came down hard on the fingers, forcing them to push between the pulpy walls of her vagina, into the wet dark cavern of her sex hole.
"Ummmm, mmmm." She wiggled her ass so the tunnel clutched at his groping hand. He'd never felt anything so wonderful, so wet, so thick and juicy in his whole life. He plunged in as far as he could. She was moving so much now, he had to chase the bobbing tit all over the place.
Then she cupped his chin in her hand and pulled his face up so she could look at him. "Let's get out of the car. I have a blanket in back."
Dumbfounded, he could only nod. Reluctantly, he removed his hand from her cunt and let her reach over the back of the seat for the promised blanket. He already had the car door open and they stepped out into the knee-high grass. Neither of them bothered to pull up their clothing to cover their partial nakedness. Emily flicked the blanket and let it descend onto the grass slowly. It lay atop the bent stalks for several seconds until she stepped on the corner and walked across it to flatten it. Then she turned to face him. She ran her tongue along her lips but said nothing. In slow motion, she began to remove her clothes.
He stood hypnotized as she skinned the blouse downward and rolled it off her hips and legs, stretching the elastic to give it passage. Then, naked from the waist up, she stood in the golden sun and let him feast his eyes on the revealed total beauty of her top torso. While he studied the beautiful scenery, she undid the fastener at the waist of the skirt and let the print cloth drop to a puddle at her feet. She wore only her golden skin, unfettered by undergarments. She kicked aside the skirt and flipped her sandals off in the same motion. Then she held her arms out to him.
He didn't need a second invitation. He moved forward slowly, but with the certainty that he was in store for a lesson he'd never forget. She held him at arm's length, letting his unsheathed prick jut between them. Then she grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it up over his shoulders. He raised his arms and let her snake it off his body. She dropped it without even looking to see where it was going.
Then she went down on her knees and began pulling his jeans and slacks downward. Her hands were hot and feverish and the hairy young thighs, her breath blasted in spurts across his belly and private parts. He looked at her and saw she was watching the ramrod-stiff penis with hungry eyes. When she had the pants free, she gave the penis her full attention. First she touched it with her hands, patting its fullness as though measuring its worth. Then she worked the foreskin back and studied the ripe red flesh underneath it and making the mushroom head bulge from its stalk. She ran one fingertip along the tiny crevice at the tip of the head and smeared it in the wetness she found there. Pete held his breath and tried to control the building pressure that threatened to explode. This was too good to end quickly. He wasn't seeking the quick release of a wet dream this time.
Emily moved her face up to the object she held. She touched her lips to the damp head of the cock, savoring the salty sweetness of it and the strong smell of unwashed boy crotch. Then she pressed the heady organ and forced her lips apart with it, pushing it against her closed teeth, sliding it sideways so it rippled across the ridges of her even teeth.
Pete gasped and held his breath again. If he wasn't careful, he'd go off too soon. He didn't want to end the delight of the moment. He wanted to hold it forever, but he didn't know how.
Her mouth opened and the eager kid cock slipped between the glistening, hungry lips. Her tongue was a lash of fire on the child-like organ, whipping it back and forth within the confines of the hot cavity, pulling at it as though to release the load it held, cramming into the crack as though to force back the threatened flood. Pete's knees were weak and he felt the sweat trickle down his back.
"Jeez!" It took him a minute to realize he'd uttered the word.
Her answer was to suck his proud young cock like a calf nuzzles its mother's tit. A tight ball of fire grew in his belly and bolts of hot lightning screamed down his legs.
Just when he thought he couldn't hold it, she let go of the big spit-covered prick in her mouth. It bobbed before her face and turned abruptly cold. She smiled up at him. "It's so wonderful, it tastes better than candy. It has to be the best and the biggest I've ever eaten. There's a very special flavor to virgin boy cocks." She said it very seriously, and he wondered for an instant if she were making fun of him.
She sank back on her heels. "Lie down here." She patted the blanket next to her. He moved in slow motion, having a hard time keeping his mind on what she was saying. She had raised his still-forming body to a fever it had never known before, a passion that made him ache all over. When he was down, she bent over the twitching cock again, but turned her body so he could see and touch her intimate parts. She spread her legs, propping one foot so her knee was high in the air, letting the weight pull her crotch wide open. Now he could see the delightful throbbing red folds that hid her delicate little inner-cuntal mouth. He put his hand to it, and it seared his flesh. His cock jumped involuntarily. The muscles quivered and drew his fingers into the hidden recesses of her womanhood.
Her mouth was at his fledgling cock again, sucking, demanding, eating the trickle of boy juice he couldn't restrain. His hand delved into the spongy wetness of the thick red cunt lips and found the sensitive spot that made her wiggle and demand more. The scent of her vagina was overpowering to him. He put three fingers in, hoping he wouldn't tear her, and was pleasantly surprised when the pulpy flesh stretched easily to accommodate him. He made it four, and then began to make the motions her body wanted and coaxed from him.
In the silence of the sunny afternoon, only the sound of a distant bird and the sucking noises of their hand and oral contacts could be heard. It was as if the world had stopped to watch and enjoy with them. Pete was beside himself with pain and pleasure as she brought him to red-hot desire again.
"You're going to jack me off!" he warned, plunging his own hand high inside her. She pressed her legs together to hold him up there a minute, then abruptly she let go of the tasty morsel in her mouth. Cool air washed over his wet cock-shaft.
"Not yet," she said. She sat up and looked at him. He couldn't manage to get his glance past the hanging pendulums of her beautiful boobs right over his face.
She moved quickly, throwing one leg over his prone form and straddling his body. She smiled and positioned herself so his ramrod young cock was aimed right where she wanted it--between her legs.
Then slowly, she lowered her body and let it touch her hairy twat. She wiggled back and forth until the boy's heavy cock-head found its way between the full wet lips of her vulva. She hovered another moment, then sank slowly onto the column of young boy flesh. He felt it penetrate her body, and new flames of need were instantly kindled. The hot, hugging tunnel devoured him inch by inch until she was sitting on his legs, the boyish shaft sunken completely in her gobbling gash.
"That's better," she said, smiling down at him. "You have a very nice prick for a small boy, did anyone ever tell you that?"
He shook his head, not trusting himself to talk, afraid he'd lose the little control he had.
She smiled in understanding. He was good, a beautiful big young boy rod that flowered to manhood before her eyes, under her tongue. Now she had it in her steamy snatch and she was ready for it. She began to rock back and forth on it. Slowly at first, then in an increasing tempo as desire and lust filled her. Three days of bottled emotions, three days without sex, without a man. Three days of horror and threats and being forced to resign from her teaching job. Three days of hate and self-torture as she frantically called other schools in other states and sought an opening for the fall term. And then the uncertainty of the offer she'd finally received, the packing, the journey to Illinois begun. All of these things bottled up inside her to frighten and tighten her.
But now, she had this child, Pete. His hard boy cock stiff and throbbing and high scoring in her, filled and waiting for its own relief when she demanded hers. She didn't want to wait any longer. She was as eager as this near-virgin boy below her.
She pumped in wild abandon on the rigid poker of his extended, teenaged cock.
"Good God, lady!!!!" He almost screamed, but she felt the sudden thickening of his youthful cock-head that warned of his impending ejaculation.
"I'm going to cum now!" she told him. "Yes! Yes. I feel it, I'm ready." Her body was a frantic gyrating blur before his eyes. He thought she'd pull his young cock out by its roots. His breath tore from his lungs in tight gasps as his floodgates opened and let go the tremendous load of hot frustrated little boy cum they were holding.
Her cunt trapped his organ and whipped it back and forth inside the tight hole. She was like a demon rider, pounding and pumping her steed home. "Now!!!" Her scream pierced the still countryside. "Now!!!! I'm cuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!" The last was a wail that keened and finally died as she fell forward onto his naked chest and buried her face in his sweating neck.
Deep inside her hot juicy gash, his boy cock continued spurting and twitching uncontrollably.
CHAPTER TWO
It was early evening when Emily reached the outskirts of Cedar Rapids. The boy had been rather quiet after the session in the lonely field, but she knew that he was reliving the experience and enjoying it. The knowledge made her bold enough to suggest her plan.
"If your friend doesn't know you're coming today, you might not find him at home. Did you ever think of that?"
The boy shrugged. "I'll find him."
She braked the car for a red light and turned to look at Peter. "I have a better plan."
He didn't answer, but there was immediate interest in his eyes. Her plans so far had been pretty good.
"Why don't we stop at someplace here on the outskirts of town and have some dinner. I'm starved." She glanced back up at the traffic signal and moved ahead with the green light. She kept her eyes on the street ahead. "Then we could check into a nice motel. In the morning you can call your friend or go find him or whatever."
Pete felt the tightening in his loins and the stir of excitement. He tried to appear nonchalant even though he was quivering with excitement. "Well, yeah, I guess that might be all right."
She smiled. Her eyes were already scanning the neon lights along the road for a motel sign. She found one several blocks down and swung into the driveway.
She took care of the registration while Pete stayed in the car, trying to calm his nerves. The taste of excitement he'd had this afternoon was not easily forgotten, and the promise now of even more to come left him weak in the knees. It had been his lucky day when this woman stopped in response to his upraised thumb.
She came back with a key and moved the car to the end unit, the one most distant from the road. There was a grove of trees across the back of the lot that managed to give an illusion of privacy to the location. Pete noticed that the stall of the next unit was empty.
Inside, he hefted the suitcase she wanted to the luggage rack and dropped his own flight bag on the floor. He stood looking at her as she inspected herself in the long mirror on the closet door.
"I have to change. I'm a mess," she said. "Then we'll find a place to have a nice dinner, okay?" Her smile beamed at him from the reflection.
"Sure, that's fine."
She caught the bottom edges of the blouse and skinned it over her head to toss it aside. The skirt followed suit and, naked, she turned to the bathroom. "I'll take a quick shower," she said. "Then we'll be off."
Under the streaming tepid water, Emily felt a wave of guilt at how boldly she'd talked the boy into staying with her. Just as she'd undressed him and had him there in that field. She held her face up to the water and let it stream over her shame. But compared to the shame she'd suffered at the tongues of the townspeople of Ramdon, this was nothing. Would she ever be able to forget the public scandal that had blown the town wide open after she'd been caught in the school office with little Joey Martin's quivering pecker in her snatch? She'd gone back to the small school where she taught seventh grade English to pick up some test papers she'd forgotten. The boy had appeared at her side quite suddenly and unexpectedly. He said he had left his jacket in the office that afternoon when he'd been called into the principal's office on a discipline problem. When he saw her light, he took a chance that she might let him retrieve it before his mother discovered he didn't have it.
Joey Martin was a devil in school. His frequent trips to the principal's office were well known to all the teachers, but somehow Emily believed that he wasn't bad, only misguided. His home life was reported to be less than satisfactory, with no father in residence and a mother of dubious character. His misbehavior was clearly a bid for attention.
Emily stood by the door and watched as the big-for-his-age twelve-year-old searched the benches for his lost jacket. Funny how she'd never really noticed before how fast the boy was growing. When he'd been in her class last year, he'd been a spindly, skinny, undernourished child. Now, only a summer later, he was already filling out into a man. She saw the firm muscles under his shirt and watched them ripple each time he moved. His hard buttocks stretched the faded denim of his jeans and made the seams strain. When he turned to face her, her gaze riveted itself on the budding bulge at his crotch. She could make out the length and lines of his slim little penis where it lay against his left thigh. When he walked toward her, she put out her hand to stop him. Somehow, she'd managed to engage him in talk, get him to relax. And then she'd told him--told him how big he was getting, how he was almost a man, how worldly he seemed. She couldn't even recall the words she'd used, but she remembered the hardness of his flesh under her hands as they began to caress his lean body as he stood in front of her. And then he was suddenly quite willing, very pliable in her hands. He knew all the dirty words for the beautiful things they both wanted to do. Eagerly, they'd both stripped off their clothes and fell together on the leather sofa where students waited to be called into the inner sanctum.
Emily had quickly and eagerly taught the young boy the way to reach her inner sanctum. She pulled him on top of her writhing body and let his big boy cock slip between the throbbing curtains of her labia. Over and over the boy said, "I'm fuckin' a cunt! I'm fuckin' a cunt!" His excitement and voice rose to such fever pitch that neither of them heard the approaching footsteps or the opening door. Just as they exploded in mutual orgasm, the sharp indrawn breath behind them made them realize they weren't alone. Miss Hester Lawson, assistant principal and school librarian, a dried-up, wizened old maid who'd been with the school since its founding, stood Shocked and pale in the doorway.
Even now, under the refreshing shower, Emily relived the horror of the shame that followed. Hester lost no time in carrying her story to the principal, the school board, 'concerned parents'. Only three weeks after the term had begun, Emily found herself out of a job and being run out of town. She had been unable to explain or excuse her actions. The fact that Joey had been such a willing pupil made no difference in the eye of the townspeople. They implied that she was lucky to be escaping without criminal prosecution. Secretly, Emily suspected that Joey had talked his mother out of any such rash action, since he seemed to know a lot about her activities with the men who visited their house often. So she had Joey to thank that she was now on her way to another job in a small private school in Illinois. She was sure Joey had blackmailed her escape with his mother's pleasures. Joey, a most apt pupil, would go far in the world. She hoped she would meet him again someday, with his cock full grown.
But now, there was little Peter Falk, and his suckable peter. She stepped out of the shower and began to towel herself dry. Through the open doorway, she smiled at the small boy who stood watching her with frank admiration.
"Come and help me," she invited.
He moved forward and took the towel from her out-stretched hands and began to rub her glistening damp flesh. She turned and moved her body so he reached the most important spots. She liked the feel of his calloused hands under the terrycloth on her breasts and he spent a long time making sure they were dry. Then she spread her feet so he could work down her torso and between her legs. She didn't try to excite him now, only to make him want to stay. Once they returned from dinner, she would excite him plenty, and he would return the favor. She thought again of Joey and the unfilled promises she had held for him. She would have a second chance now.
"Mmmm, don't play there too long or you'll get me all hot and bothered," Emily said as Pete ran the towel for the twentieth time along the heavy lips of her dribbling vagina.
"Jeez, it's so beautiful, I can't help it."
She laughed softly, "Let's go have that dinner I promised, and then we'll come back. There's a nice restaurant right here at the motel so we won't have to be away long."
She was as good as her word. They had two beautiful steaks, medium rare, and fancy baked potatoes and a salad. Pete had never eaten in a place like this before, and he was impressed with the way Emily kept her warm thigh pressed hard against his under the table. And her left hand rested not-too-lightly on his throbbing crotch throughout the meal.
By the time they got back to the room, Pete was quivering with anticipation. Emily put her arms around his neck as soon as the door closed behind them and pulled him into a soul-searching kiss. She pressed her crotch to his and he could feel the hardness of her pelvic bone against the stiff erection she was forcing on him. He could scarcely breathe, and he began fumbling for the hooks and zippers on the green dress she'd donned for their outing to the restaurant.
"Let me do it," she said quickly, and she had the dress off in three seconds. Again, she wore no bra or panties and was instantly naked before him.
And again, she began to help him disrobe. He was in too much of a hurry this time to let her do alone. He unbuckled his jeans and then yanked off his shirt while she took down the lower garments.
"Lie on the bed," she said softly.
He did, and she hovered over him, examining studying, enjoying the long, lean gorgeous almost hairless body. He was golden tan from his summer in the sun. Only his belly and ass were white, where they had been hidden behind jeans or swimsuit while the rest of him basked in the sun. She sat on the bed next to him and touched the white line of demarcation. She smiled and he shivered with delight "Your hips are so narrow, so boy-like, but your penis is as big as any man's I've ever seen!" she said "Bigger than some."
"Really? Aw, you're putting me on."
"No, really." She cupped her fist around the stiff organ and grasped it firmly as though judging its size. "It's so thick and nice. And look how long it is!" She pulled at it and forced it to spurt to full growth. She slipped her other hand under his balls and tickled the rippled sacs, probing for the hard nuts inside. "Where you shot off inside me this afternoon, I thought it was the biggest load I'd ever taken. I think you were kidding me about being a virgin."
"No I wasn't, I wouldn't lie about a thing like that!"
She looked at him in mock seriousness. "Really! My God! You're going to be something when you've had some more experience. You're already better than a lot of older men."
He glowed under the praise, or maybe it was the radiating heat that stemmed from her constant manipulation of his young cock. He was getting hotter all the time. He could feel another load building. He wanted to sink his shaft inside that hot pussy again, to feel the hugging warmth of her tunnel wrap around his boyish prick and draw everything from him.
But she had other ideas. When he reached for her crotch, she backed off. "Not yet, darling." Her voice was barely a whisper.
She climbed onto the bed beside him for a moment, her body pressed tightly to his long, lean nudity. It was like falling into the open door of a blast furnace, and he stabbed his prick between her legs. It didn't penetrate her cunt, but instead scraped over the thick mat of wiry hair and teased the hidden portal. She clamped her thighs around the organ and squeezed. At the same time, she moved her hips slowly so his cock pulled again over the hairs and tender flesh.
"That's nice. It excites me."
"Can I fuck you again?"
"Oh yes, yes. But I don't want to be in such a hurry this time. I like to have fun along the way."
"I thought we had plenty of fun this afternoon." She smiled and bounced her hips again. "Mmmm, so did I. But after all, if you're going into the wilds of Cedar Rapids, you'd better know more than you learned this afternoon."
"More?"
She licked her lips and nodded. "Let's try a few different things. Would you like that?"
He didn't know what she was talking about, but he was game. "Sure. Tell me what you want me to do."
She swung her legs onto the bed and whirled her body so her head was at his hips again. "Have you ever eaten a woman? No, of course not. I forgot, you were a virgin." She bent and nuzzled her face into the tightly curled hair above his privates, breathing deeply of his accumulated sweat. Her hot breath sent blasts of tingling pleasure through his loins. She looked at him again. "Would you like to?"
He was still trying to recover from the rapidly spreading fire inside him.
"Eat me, I mean," she explained.
He nodded.
She raised one knee and opened the portfolio of her womanhood to his wonderous eyes. "Just put your face where your hand was before."
He did as she instructed, savoring the musky smell that made him sexier. His lips brushed at the twined hairs and he used his fingers to separate the heavy folds and expose the rich, creamy thick red walls behind it. He touched his lips to them.
"Mmmmm, ooooo, yes. Now just enjoy yourself while I have some fun too!"
With that, she quickly put his stiff ramrod cock in her mouth and began to devour it hungrily. She spread the tiny crevice wide with her tongue and forced her kisses into the head of the organ. She licked the heavy ridge clean where the head met the main column, and then plunged the entire tasty length deep into her throat.
Peter almost blew off with the surprise and the pleasure of her quick move. He recovered in time though, and transferred his excitement back to her with his tongue. Now that he was in her pussy, he liked it. His tongue licked and lapped at the heavy folds, then forced its way between them and found the spongy inner flesh. It was wet and delicious, better than any dessert he might have ordered in the restaurant. She was sucking his prick so hard, he felt his body shake with the unmistakable passion building in him.
Emily tasted and ate hungrily. Having the wonderful boy's thick organ to hold in her mouth gave her a measure of security she had not felt for some time. It erased the horror and shame of Ramdon and the vile lashing tongue of Hester Lawson and her like. It erased everything but the glory of the moment, the joy and heavenly delight of the young male body that was hers--willing and waiting.
She stroked his flat belly with hot hands, fondled his balls below her manipulating mouth. She heard him cry out in the muffled passage of her desire, and she felt her love juice flow to meet his lashing tongue. She felt the swollen penis throb for relief, and she lunged harder on it. With a violent hugging and sucking hold, she forced his climax. He ejaculated wildly and with volcanic force so she had to swallow his hot stringy cum rapidly to keep up with the flow. She didn't want to lose a drop of his delectable man-boy syrup, the thick heavy white cream that flowed into her belly and set off another explosion there. His tongue scored high inside her, and the sudden release of her secretions met it. She catapulted over the brink of orgasm.
For several minutes, he lay spent and exhausted. She licked the last traces of his semen from the dying cock and finally let it rest in its soft nest of hair. She turned herself so she could look at him.
His eyes were closed and his breath rasped through his lungs and throat. A smile turned up the corners of his mouth, and she saw the utter look of contentment on his face. Like Joey in that last moment before Hester Lawson had ruined everything.
"Did you like it?" she asked so quietly that he barely heard her.
He opened his eyes. "Wow!"
"I'm glad." She laid beside him and threw her arm over his naked waist. Her fingers touched and lingered on his chest, dabbling with the areola of his nipple. She fingered it and brought out the tiny bud.
"What town did you say you were headed for?" he asked with a grin. "I didn't."
"Why don't you stay here?"
She smiled. "I have to work. There's a job waiting for me, I hope." A cloud of doubt passed over her face.
"If you're not sure, why don't you stay here? You can probably get a job here just as easy as wherever you're going. What kind of work do you do anyhow?"
She avoided the question adroitly. "I more or less promised I'd be down there tomorrow. I should be there before supper."
He was feeling very sure of himself now. "If you don't pick up any more hitchhikers," he teased.
She smiled and kissed his cheek lightly. "No, I think I've had a very lucky experience this time. The memory of you is enough to last me quite a while." She cuddled into his arm. "Maybe some day our paths will cross again."
"I hope so."
"Mmmm, let's make more love. You're so warm and wonderful." Her hands began to roam over him, exploring the hard lines of his ribs and the full roundness of his fledgling muscles.
"I dunno if I can. I mean--"
"I know, but don't worry about it. You may surprise yourself. After all, how do you know if you've never tried? Just relax and let me see what I can do." It was almost as much fun playing with his young body as it was to gain her own fulfillment from it. She rubbed her breasts against his flesh, humped her crotch against his leg, kissed his face, his neck, his chest, his belly. Her tongue explored his navel, skied downward to his limp sex organs and set up new patterns on them. Without using her hands, she licked the soft cock, turning it with her tongue, pushing her face between his legs to smell his heavy scent and kiss his scrotum, then come back to the not-so-limp cock again. She was breathing heavily, excitement had built in her as she worshiped at his boy sex altar. When the prick assumed a stiff enough stance, she told him to board her.
Awkwardly at first, he managed to get over her and, with her help, he directed his penis into her hot hugging tunnel of love. Once inside, instinct and the expertise of her teaching wiped out any faulty technique, and he began to ride. He snaked his limber dick back and forth in the lovely hole, feeling and loving the wet walls that confined him so beautifully. His balls slapped noisily against her ass with each forward plunge, and he felt the semen begin to gather at the gate. It excited him to watch her face. Her hair was a wild fan around her head on the pillow, her eyes were half closed so he could only see a thin rim of white under the lid. Her mouth was open, the red tongue darting frantically over the white teeth and glistening lips.
"Yes, give me more. OOOOOooo more. I'm hot, so hot. Fuck it up there! Harder. Harder!!! Ohhhhhh, NOW!" Her scream was as loud as the one that had pierced the afternoon in the meadow, but Peter was too worked up to even notice. His belly was a burning pot of molten lava, searing his flesh, demanding release. Her twitching muscles tightened around his cock and broke the final barrier. The volcano erupted, and the hot cum lava, thick and spurting, shot out into the waiting cunt. He pumped until the last hot sticky drop was gone.
Then he fell back in satisfied exhaustion.
CHAPTER THREE
Emily arrived at Delefield the next day about four. She hadn't gotten as early a start as she'd planned, since Peter Falk had become a star pupil, one eager to practice the new fuck lessons she taught him. They'd spent a good portion of the night in sex play and erotic performance. And again in the morning, after the few hours sleep they managed, he was eager to be at her again before she moved out of his life. She smiled as she thought of how quickly he had learned to enjoy each new position or method. His firm young body surpassed her wildest dreams about what a man could do and make her feel. Several times, remembered guilt of Ramdon and the possibility of the same type of thing happening in Cedar Rapids haunted her. If she were to be caught with a young boy again, she might not be as lucky in getting off without legal action. As Hester Lawson had said snidely and repeatedly, there were laws to protect young boys from predatory women like her.
Despite all this, however, she'd succumbed to the very next temptation that presented itself--Peter Falk's peter. She'd been unable to resist the lure of his youthful body. But she had to control it from now on! She couldn't afford to lose this new job and be left out in the cold again.
Where had it all started? She really didn't know. In college she had dated boys her own age and gone all the way in several cases. She had never felt herself seriously involved with any of them, and when the terms or seasons changed, she was ready to move on to new conquests. Her student teaching days had been so filled with worry about doing a good job and getting her teaching certificate, she hadn't become involved with anyone around the school at all, she'd only dated the college boys she saw occasionally.
But then the job at the junior high school in Ramdon had been offered to her. She jumped at it, not stopping to think what life in a small town would be like. For one year, she'd taught the English classes and led a very lonely life. Most of the other teachers were married or local folks who'd returned to the old home town to teach. She was an outsider. And she was very lonely. There had been a few dates, but the men had been rough outdoorsmen or meek merchants that she'd been unable to find any common interest to spark the evenings. In sheer desperation, she'd said yes to the dry-goods-store manager when he stutteringly asked her to climb in the back seat of his car with him after a movie one night. His pitiful attempts at sex had almost made her laugh, and she tried to help him along only to discover he was offended by her worldliness and his own ignorance. They had eventually managed the copulation, and it had relieved some of the painful frustration bottled up inside Emily, but it had not given her the full release and relief she had to have.
When summer vacation finally came, she escaped to her college town and the blessed meeting with two of the men she'd dated regularly before going to Ramdon. One of them was married, but had slipped out twice a week to meet her in the tiny apartment she had off campus. The other was still in school, and used the apartment for a convenient stopping place whenever he went by. The summer had passed in a beautiful haze of sexual fulfillment and bed-time fun.
All too soon September returned, and since she hadn't had the foresight to apply for jobs elsewhere, she returned to the school and the dull life. When she found herself alone with Joey in the office, it was too much to resist.
Resist. I can't let it happen again! she thought desperately. I have to stay away from the boys even if I have to live like a nun! If I lose another job for the same reason, I'll be out on my ear. Ill never be able to get another teaching job anywhere. And this is the only way I know to make a living. I have to teach until I can get married and have a husband to support me.
Emily glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't unattractive either. Her wide-spaced blue eyes gave her a young, innocent look. With her hair long and on her shoulders this way, she looked five years younger than her twenty-four. Her skin was good, her features pleasant. Add that to her well-proportioned body, with measurements of 39-24-36, she was generally considered good looking. Even though she tried to play down her bust by the clothes she wore while teaching, many times she had caught the young boys of the classes staring at her and even snickering behind her back. She knew they talked about her breasts in the locker rooms, but it hadn't made any difference--until the Joey incident.
She glanced down at the summer linen dress she was wearing. It was cut high across the neckline, hiding all cleavage and diminishing the protrusion of her breasts as much as possible. She'd even crammed the heavy domes into a tight bra for the occasion, one that tended to flatten the globes to some extent. The short bolero jacket over the dress cut off the profile of the bust. All in all, she felt she'd make a good impression.
When she'd heard about the possible opening at Delefield Academy, she'd called the headmaster long distance. She didn't mention the job she'd just lost at Ramdon, but said a family illness had made it impossible for her to apply for positions last spring. She'd had to spend the summer taking care of her dying mother. Now, poor mother was gone, and she was in need of employment and something to keep her mind off her recent tragedies.
The man, Dr. August Damien, had not sounded too sympathetic to her supposed plight, but he had admitted that he had an unexpected opening in his English department. The teacher who regularly taught the class had been killed in an automobile accident. Yes, he would consider her for the post if she would come down at her own expense for the interview and to see the school. He made no promises, but he didn't have anyone else coming to apply either.
And now she was here. The small sleepy town was set in the rolling hills of the northern Illinois countryside. She'd asked directions at a filling station and was told the school was four miles out of town, set on its own acreage a quarter of a mile back from the highway.
She saw the sign and turned her car into the drive that spewed beyond the white pillars of the gate. The road wound through wooded and shady spots that were hushed in the September afternoon. Several times she caught glimpses of figures moving in the distance, but they were never close enough for her to make out. Finally, the drive came out into a large clearing at the summit of a hill and circled around a huge court in front of a red brick and white pillared colonial building. Beyond it, she saw several other buildings, smaller but of the same architecture and design. There were no other cars in the turn-around where she parked hers, smoothed her dress, picked up her purse and got out.
She rang the bell at the side of the white door. After several moments, the door opened. The man behind it was incredibly handsome and somehow not what she expected at all. For a moment she couldn't talk. She stared at the man. He was older, perhaps forty, with faint touches of gray at his temples which gave him a sophistication and charm that was emphasized by his warm smile. His gray eyes studied her face.
"You must be Emily Zestrow."
"Yes." The word sounded shaky as it came out.
He smiled again. "I'm George Bevin, instructor in mathematics. Dr. Damien said you'd be arriving today. Come in, come in. You must be warm after driving so far."
She moved forward into the cool dimness of the entry hall. Bevin closed the door behind her and the drier air-conditioned atmosphere was an immediate relief. The man smiled and motioned with his hand. "If you'd like a chance to freshen up, there's a powder room down the hall." The statement rose in inflection slightly to make it a question. Emily murmured her thanks, and he indicated the door for her to use. Inside the room, Emily took a deep breath and looked at herself in the glass. There was a smudge of dirt across her cheek, and she realized that Bevin had tactfully indicated this to her. She felt grateful to him already. She quickly repaired her make-up, smoothed her dress and washed her hands. Then she was ready to face the headmaster of the academy.
George Bevin met her again in the hall and took her to the office. He knocked on deep walnut paneled doors. A muffled voice answered, and Bevin swung the door inward. "Miss Zestrow is here, sir."
"Good, send her in."
Bevin stepped aside and let Emily pass. Just as she went by him, hidden by the partially opened door, Bevin winked broadly at her and shot her another smile. She felt her spirits lift as she entered the headmaster's office.
There was no gold-lettered nameplate on the big desk. Dr. August Damien wasn't the kind to need one. He sat behind the wide expanse of wood and glass, with neat small piles of paper arranged carefully as though he had been hard at work on them and set them aside only temporarily. He didn't rise, but sat looking at her as she crossed the five yards of carpet to his desk. His white hair was combed back in soft waves to frame his rugged, angled face. His eyes, so dark that they seemed almost black, studied her from under bushy white eyebrows. His skin was smooth and tanned, without age wrinkles that should have accompanied the white hair. Emily decided he couldn't be over fifty, despite the hair. His voice strengthened her belief. It was deep and filled with vitality.
"Come in. Have a chair." He tried to smile but it was more of a dutiful turning up of the corners of his mouth. He looked at the single piece of paper he had in an open folder before him. "You said on the phone the other day that you've had no experience in actual teaching."
"Yes," she lied. "My mother was taken ill just as I finished my degree and practice teaching. I had applied for and been accepted at a school, but of course I had to ask them to release me from my contract." She looked at her hands in her lap so her lie wouldn't show in her face. "The doctors thought mother would--well, she went very suddenly. I hadn't applied anywhere for this year."
His voice was softer. "Yes, of course. Where did you do your practice teaching?"
She filled in her background information, giving him the names of college teachers and friends who would vouch for her--names of people who knew nothing of the misadventure in Ramdon.
The interview was brief. Damien was not one to mince words or delay decisions. "Very well, Miss Zestrow. As I explained on the phone, the opening in our English department came very unexpectedly." There was a hint of something in his tone, but Emily couldn't figure out what it was. He went on quickly. "I am willing to take you on a trial basis. I need a teacher and you need a job." He looked directly at her. "I run this school. It is mine. I founded it twelve years ago, and I am very proud of its reputation and standing in the academic community. I expect high quality work of my students and my staff. I do not tolerate disobedience or lack of discipline. If you can't live up to the standards, you will not be kept on. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir." Emily's voice was a frightened whisper.
"Very well. I'll have Mr. Bevin show you around the campus. We have several buildings in which we hold classes as well as the dorms where the boys live. We are not a military academy, but our boys do wear white shirts, blue ties and slacks. Not a true uniform, but a conformity of dress. Our teachers dress as they please but we expect conservatism in all things." He paused to let the statement sink in. "Your room is in this building. Most of the teachers live here, except for those who also act as housefathers in the boys' dorms. From time to time you may be asked to put in several hours of night watch for curfew in a dorm. We have a bed check each night at ten. The boys must have lights out by then." He looked at her with his dark eyes. "Do you have any questions."
She cleared her throat softly. "When will I start teaching?"
He drummed his fingers lightly on the desktop. "You may begin in the morning. Mr. Bevin will explain our routine. You will have three hours of teaching to start. If you are suitable, later we can add enrichment courses. We have some very fine students here at Delefield." He beamed at his own accomplishment.
George Bevin was waiting for her in the hall.
"Not too bad, once you forget his pomp." There was a conspiratorial tone in his voice.
Emily smiled, glad to have his warm friendship. "Yes. And I'm hired, on trial of course."
"You won't have any trouble. The old man's bark is bad but he doesn't bite very often. He's been upset lately and sounds worse than usual." He glanced back toward the door she'd just closed behind her. "His wife died."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Matter of fact, that's what created the vacancy on the staff. She was the English teacher."
"Oh." Emily felt very awkward and ill at ease. George Bevin seemed not to notice.
"Well, come on, I'll show you around. I'll have one of the boys bring your bags upstairs later." He slipped his hand under her arm and steered her along the passage that led away from the office.
The building was the central one of the school, Offices for staff and counselors were on the first floor. The basement was a huge, paneled auditorium at one end and the dining room at the other. Since the building sat on a slope of land, the rear of the dining room was a wall of glass that overlooked the back acreage of the campus. Students had access to the eating place from outside or in. Off to one side, the gleaming stainless steel kitchen already gave off delicate aromas of the meal for the evening. White uniformed kitchen help were busy at work.
The upper floors of the main building were teachers rooms. Emily was delighted to find that the one assigned to her was airy and light, well furnished and hardly the austere decor she half expected. The bed was covered with a bright blue print spread. Pale chiffon curtains in blue fluttered slightly in the air-conditioned breeze, and heavy silk drapes of a much darker blue were ready to be pulled to shut off the outside world whenever she chose. Two spacious windows faced a court, and across it a smaller building's windows faced hers. Bevin said it was one of the class-dorm buildings. The students lived on the upper floors of the buildings while classrooms filled the lower ones. This made it possible for the students to use any of the special facilities of the school, such as laboratories and study centers, any time they wanted to. There were no special buildings except for the one they were in now and the gym-pool complex.
Bevin told her that the kitchen help, groundskeepers and maintenance crew occupied the living quarters in a separate dorm off the gym. Nine teachers roomed on this floor. At the far end of the corridor, Dr. Damien had his apartment. Since his wife's death, his young daughter Alicia lived with him. She had not returned to the boarding school where she was enrolled, but took classes at the Academy instead.
This news surprised Emily who had not expected the headmaster to have a child. But there had been so many surprises already, she absorbed this one quickly.
Bevin said he'd show her the rest of the campus after dinner, which was promptly at six. He paused at the door. "I hope you'll like it here, Emily. It's not really quite as formal as it all sounds at first. I think you'll fit in fine. If there's any way I can help, be sure to let me know."
"Do you live here?" Emily asked.
He smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm the warden over there." He pointed across the court. "That's Mentor Hall, my esteemed domain. The math classes meet there, so Dr. Damien felt I was suited to guide the hearts and minds of the mathematicians of Delefield." His smile became a wide grin and he winked again.
Emily had to laugh.
"But if you ever need me, send up a distress flag at your window or come over and throw rocks at mine.
I'm on the first floor, right above that rose bed." He waved airily and departed.
For the first time since she'd left Ramdon, or even the horrible days that had preceded her departure, she felt at ease. George Bevin made everything sound so comfortable, so easy. She could forget the past and start over again. In these pleasant surroundings, she could be herself and find happiness. She smiled as she thought of the man who'd just left. She liked him. She felt a bond of friendship, even a flicker of more than friendly interest. But she caught herself quickly. She could not afford to become involved with anyone! She had to move slowly, make sure of her job first. She simply had to put her work before her own pleasure. She had lived through the year at Ramdon, she could do it here. She had to! Another scandal or even any hint of wrongdoing on her part would get her thrown out very quickly by the straight-laced headmaster.
She stood at the window looking down to the court. After several minutes, she saw George Bevin come out and cross the path to the other building. She smiled at his retreating back, mentally thanking him for all he had done for her. When he disappeared inside Mentor Hall, she studied the windows facing her. She saw the flower bed he'd mentioned, and the curtained windows over it. She couldn't see inside the room or even tell if the drapes were pulled.
Idly, she glanced across the rows of glass of the upper floor. Directly across from her, she caught a glimpse of motion. At first she couldn't tell what it was, but gradually her vision focused and identified the form.
It was a boy. A young boy about thirteen, still slightly plump with childish fat but already stretching upward from his growth spurt. Her gaze became riveted on him as he approached the window. He was stark naked. She could see his genitals clearly, his dangling boy-penis over its bed of new growing sparse hair. His white flesh was etched against the semi-darkness of the room behind him but illuminated by the sunlight that still hit the window and splashed into the room. He had a towel around his shoulders. Straining forward, Emily saw tiny glistening beads of moisture on his body. He'd just emerged from the shower. He vanished for a minute beyond the edge of the window, and Emily drew in a sharp breath and held it. Her belly quivered and she could feel the growing twinges in her uterus.
Stop! Stop! Stop! she screamed silently. She tried to avert her eyes, but couldn't. She stood and watched and hoped that he would reappear.
And then he did. He now held some clothes in his fist and he tossed them on the bed. He yanked the towel from his neck and began to dry himself. He toweled his chest, the expanse of not-quite-flabby skin that had not yet begun to grow hair. The towel and his hands moved down over his belly and finally to the genitals. Fascinated, Emily watched him lift the tiny cock and dry it carefully, then reach the terrycloth under it to dry off his tiny scrotum. He bent down to dry his legs, and his rounded ass faced her for a moment.
Emily realized that her hands were gripping the drapes tightly. She let go and wiped her sweaty palms on her skirt. Abruptly, she turned from the window and began to open her suitcase.
"Remember Ramdon!" she told herself aloud. She could not, would not, allow herself to become involved with any students here! She pulled clothes from the case and began to sort them. She worked feverishly, trying to forget what she had just seen across the court, but failing. She tried to remember the shame of Ramdon, but all she could recall was the joy of Joey Martin's young eager dick in her hungry slit. Tears welled in her eyes and she grabbed her housecoat and ran to the bathroom.
She stood under the shower for a very long time, finally turning the tap to cold and letting the icy prickles beat away all thoughts of passion. She was on trial, probation. She had to meet the rigid standards of the school and keep the job.
CHAPTER FOUR
By the end of the week, Emily had settled in at the Delefield Academy and knew the routine. George Bevin had shown her all the buildings, the grounds and introduced her to the other teachers and staff. She met the pupils in her classes, managed to be friendly without getting too close to any of them. The first few days, she held herself in tight rein, concentrating on the boys' names and faces. Each class hour was a torment as it brought back memories of the luscious young bodies she had known so recently and the guilty knowledge that she also wanted these boys. But she would not permit herself to think about them. She concentrated on the subject matter she was to teach, threw herself into plans for the course in the hope that she would please the headmaster and he would keep her on the staff.
If it hadn't been for George Bevin, she might not have succeeded at all. Whenever she was really low in spirits, he seemed to sense it and offer companionship or conversation to cheer her.
The rigors of the first week had tired Emily, and after dinner on Friday in the dining room, she was not looking forward to a solitary weekend with her thoughts. George stopped her on the way out of the dining room.
"Well, you survived the week. How about a little celebration?" he said.
She looked surprised. "Why thanks, it sounds like fun. I have to admit I've kept my nose to the grindstone all week."
He smiled. "Great. I'll meet you out front in half an hour. We'll drive into town and have a drink to your new appointment."
"My-?"
He nodded. "It's still a secret, but Damien told me he was going to keep you on. I think he plans on announcing it Monday." His voice was low so it would not carry beyond the spot where they stood.
"Oh, George!"
"Shh! We'll celebrate in secret. Then we can celebrate again when the formal announcement is made. Go on now, get yourself ready and I'll see you in half an hour." He tapped her arm to send her on her way.
With light steps, Emily raced up the stairs and to her room. She was excited and relieved. She had done a good job! And she had resisted the temptation of the flesh. She was going to be kept on the staff. Security and a chance to live down her former shame.
And added to it all, was the bonus of George Bevin's friendship. She felt very lucky.
She showered and dressed with care, choosing a rust-colored linen dress that brought out the red highlights in her hair. The dress was snug fitting with a neckline that curved gracefully across the mounds of her heavy breasts. It had a short jacket that covered the decolletage, and in keeping with her new image, she buttoned it over the sheath. Her firm body needed no girdle, and she slipped on pantyhose over the beige lace briefs. Matching suede pumps completed the outfit, and she inspected herself in the mirror. She felt pretty. Maybe it was the excitement that brought color to her cheeks and the sparkle to her eyes. She touched a thin coat of pale amber lipstick to her mouth, collected her purse and hurried downstairs.
George Bevin was waiting outside the main entrance in his white Buick convertible. The top was up, but all the side windows were open to let the remnants of late summer warmth penetrate. George jumped out and held the door for her. She slid across the cool leather and tugged her short skirt over her thighs. George smiled appreciatively at the glimpse of nylon-encased flesh.
He drove easily and expertly, swinging onto the highway and heading away from the direction Emily had come from town. She settled back and enjoyed the ride, the warm breeze on her face, ruffling her hair. She was glad she hadn't pinned her hair up. She liked the feel of it blowing in the wind. It seemed to rid her body of tension. For the first time in two weeks, she felt completely relaxed.
"I thought I'd take you to a little place a few mild out," George said without taking his eyes from the curving road. "If you came through the thriving metropolis of Delefield, you know it isn't the liveliest spot in the world." He glanced at her and grinned.
"It was rather small," she agreed.
"There's a roadhouse about fifteen miles out. It's just off one of the major highways, so it does enough business to make it pretty lively. Anyhow," he added, "it's the only decent steak house within miles, so people come from every direction to eat there." He twisted his face in a scowl. "I should have thought of it sooner and taken you to dinner there!"
"Oh, that's all right. I'm glad to be going at all." When he laughed, she realized how her words sounded and laughed too. "I mean I'm glad to just get out for an evening. I've never been so well disciplined for a whole week in my life!"
This time his laughter filled the car and drifted through the open windows into the darkening sky. "You're delightful, Emily. It's refreshing to hear such honesty."
"I wanted to have Dr. Damien like me so I could keep the job. Honestly, I don't know what I'd have done if he said I couldn't stay. It's hard to get a post after the term's started." She looked out the open window at the racing landscape, forcing back thoughts and memories that wanted to haunt her. They were past, she could forget them now. She was safe.
"You're a good teacher. Your boys like you."
She faced him eagerly. "They do? Oh, I'm glad!"
"Everyone likes you. Including me." He gently put his hand on her thigh and she liked the warmth of the friendly touch. His fingers tightened slightly and she smiled at him when he said, "I'm very glad you came to the Academy."
He left his hand where it was and she made no attempt to escape it. It gave her a pleasant feeling, a feeling of nearness that she had not felt for a long time. She knew she liked him--a lot. She wanted to move across the seat and sit close to him, but she was afraid she might be reading too much into his words. She'd wait, and hope the friendship would ripen to something more. After all, Dr. Damien had not officially announced her appointment, and she couldn't take a chance on blowing the game now.
The roadhouse was a low, rough-timbered building set far back from the road and dimly lighted with one yard light near the door and the red neon sign which proclaimed it was DANNY'S. Dozens of cars were already parked on the graveled lot next to the building.
George had to drive almost the full length of the lot to find a place. "Mind walking back?"
"No, of course not."
He helped her out and locked the car. Then, taking her arm, he led her along the gravel toward the club. Beyond a grove of pines, Emily made out the shapes of several small buildings out back. Muted sounds of activity came from the lighted doorways and windows along the back of the club, and the aroma of broiling steaks tinted the air. They went under the light and into the front entrance.
For a moment, the darkness seemed complete inside. Then as her eyes adjusted to the pleasant gloom, the room came in focus. To their left was a long bar, with high stools already filled with drinkers. A partition separated the bar from the rest of the dining room, and small booths lined the wall. Ahead, Emily saw the large dining room where almost every table was filled. The acoustics were good, and only a slight hum of voices and a low throbbing piano swirled in the air.
George spotted a booth in the corner and led her to it. He signaled the waitress. "What do you want to drink, Emily?" he asked.
"Scotch and water, please."
"Make it two," he said to the girl in the skimpy skirt, low-cut tight black blouse and black net stockings.
They sat enjoying the atmosphere until the girl brought the drinks. George raised his glass toward Emily. "Here's to you and a long career at Delefield."
"Thanks, and cheers."
They drank and engaged in small talk. George ordered refills, and then a third round. Emily began to feel gay and lightheaded. She laughed a lot and suddenly everything seemed casual and pleasant.
On their fifth drink, a man stopped at the booth and spoke to George. "Hello, Bevin. Haven't seen you for a while. How's it going?"
George looked up. "Oh, hello, Dave. Fine, everything's fine."
The man let his glance linger on Emily until George was unable to ignore it. "This is Emily Zestrow. She's joined our staff at the school."
The man's eyebrows rose in high arcs and he smiled at Emily. George completed the introductions. "This is Dave Harper, Emily. He owns the Club, or at least half of it."
"Delighted, Miss Zestrow. I hope we'll see you often now that you're in this part of the country." His smile was almost too friendly.
"Thank you. You have a very nice place, Mr. Harper."
"Thanks, but call me Dave. Danny and I like things to be informal."
She smiled back at him, glad of the new warmth and friendliness that had come into her life in this town. During the past week, she had suffered the pangs of desperation at the thoughts of another setting like Ramdon. But everything looked brighter now. George liked her well enough to take her out. And now Dave Harper seemed pleasant and friendly too. Maybe it was the Scotch, but Emily didn't want to believe that.
Dave looked at George and said softly, "I have one left if you're interested."
George's expression altered slightly. "I think so."
Dave's eyebrows lifted in surprise. Then with a grin at Emily, he turned to leave. Over his shoulder he said to George, "I'll have to know soon. After all, it is Friday. I can't make any promises, even to a regular customer like you." He moved off into the crowded dining room.
"What was that all about?" Emily wanted to know.
George chewed at his lip thoughtfully and didn't answer right away. Emily began to feel awkward "I'm sorry, I guess it's none of my business. I didn't mean to pry."
To her surprise, George leaned close to her and laughed. "You couldn't be more wrong, Emily. It is your business."
"I-I don't understand."
"Okay, I'll lay it out. If you don't like it, okay Somehow I don't think you're the type to slap my face or walk home."
She was more confused than ever and tried to make sense of his words. The smile was still at the corners of her mouth as she waited for him to continue.
"You heard what Dave said about my being a regular customer?" She nodded.
"Well, he didn't mean just here at the bar or the restaurant." His gray eyes held her gaze. "Out back Dave and Danny have several cabins. They rent them out for people who want to relax with their drinks."
"A motel?" she asked, recalling the outlined ; cottages in the darkness beyond the parking lot.
He studied her face. "No. The cabins are part of the service to the patrons here. No one else uses them. Look, Emily, we're not kids, and I'll be frank with you. If you say no, that's okay, but I'd like very much to tell Dave we want the last cabin. I want to take you to bed."
Emily's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't dared let herself think about sex for over a week, and now she was suddenly confronted with an outright proposition. Her belly tightened and her conscience blanked. She couldn't deny her physical and emotional need. George watched her and waited a long time before he interpreted her silence. "You don't seem shocked. Would you like to go to bed with me?"
Numbly, she nodded. He smiled and his hand touched her thigh possessively. "Then it's settled." He looked up and finally caught Dave's eye and signaled him the acceptance.
Dave smiled, and a few seconds later was at the table again. He deftly passed a key to George. "Have a good time. If you want company, just call me." His glance swept over Emily with approval as he merged back into the crowd at the bar.
"Want to go now?" George asked.
Again, she could only nod. George seemed to sense that her silence was in no way hostile, and he slid from the booth and took her arm gently. He led her toward a back exit that brought them out at the side of the parking lot closest to the cabins. A concrete path connected the group of cabins with the restaurant. George slipped his arm around her waist and led her down the path. There was just enough light from the back door for them to see their way. He unlocked the door of cabin 4 and snapped on a light.
Emily stood inside the room in amazement. She hadn't formed a mental picture, but she half expected that the cabin would be similar to hundreds of other cheap motels all over the country--merely space with a bed. Most one-nighters provided nothing more. She stared at the spacious room. It was done in tones of orange and brown, rich vibrant colors that were carried through the entire scheme of the decorating. The floor was carpeted in thick dark brown shag. A huge circular bed dominated the center of the room it's covering a rich study of bright orange flowers against a darker background. A chaise lounge in muted rust-orange stood to one side. A low dresser was close to the bed, and on top of it, a tray with a bottle of Scotch and an ice bucket and water and empty glasses waited.
George touched the light switch and the glow from the recessed lights dimmed to a soft mellow tone. "Like it?"
"Oh, yes, it's beautiful!" She couldn't hide her enthusiasm. He used her arm to draw her around to face him. "Dave and Danny want customers to be comfortable."
"I never dreamed--" She broke off as she realized he was staring into her eyes and not listening to her words. His face was very close, she could feel his warm breath move across her lips. And then, he closed the space between them and put his mouth over hers.
Her response was immediate and electric. Shock waves of pleasure coursed through her as his mouth worked hungrily on hers, his lips caressing hers, his tongue probing between her teeth and into the hot waiting cavity of her mouth. She surrendered herself completely to the ecstasy of the moment, and he held her body tightly. She could feel the hard angles of his body press into the soft curves of hers.
His crotch was firm against her and she could already feel the hard bulge of his hidden sex organ.
Her own need began to stir. Eagerly, she met his oral thrusts with her tongue, rolling it over his stabbing weapon and tasting the delicious flavor of his passion. His hands were on her buttocks, pulling her body into even tighter embrace, forcing their pelvic areas to fuse. His fingers manipulated the firm flesh of her ass, prying the rounded spheres apart as though eager to search between them, then tucking his palms below the roundness and lifting her almost off her feet with the hugging motion. Her breasts were twin cores of fire on his chest.
Emily would have continued the kiss endlessly, but George finally broke it. With a smile, he stepped back just far enough to get at the buttons of her jacket.
"For a whole week you've kept those beautiful big tits hidden under those school-teacher dresses. Now I want to see what they look like."
"Mmm." His hands were swift flames against the cool skin above the neckline of the dress. He had the jacket unbuttoned and let his touch linger a moment on the exposed flesh. He dipped his fingers into the deep valley between the mountain peaks, stroking the humps of flesh as he moved downward.
"I knew they'd be like this. Velvet smooth." He smiled gently. Then he pulled the jacket free of her arms and dropped it onto a chair. His arms went around her again and expertly found the zipper that he quickly pulled down the length of her back. He skidded the rust-colored cloth from her shoulders.
"Mmm," he said in approval. "No bra. That's the way I like my women." To underline his statement, he leaned forward and kissed the rosy nipple that capped one breast. His lips were incredibly soft on her body, yet they sent violent shivers through her as they brought instant passion. His lips caught the sunken bud inside the bed of coral and nibbled at it until it popped to rigid attention. Emily gasped and felt the heat flow through her body, starting under his lips and streaming through her belly to the fire of her uterus. She could already feel the growing moisture between her legs.
"Let's get the dress off first," he suggested.
She helped him by stepping out of it, and while he hung it carefully over the back of the chair, she quickly stepped out of her shoes. Clad only in the bikini briefs and the pantyhose, she waited for him to return.
"My god, you're beautiful!" he said. His hands were on the huge tits that sprang out to meet him. He cupped their fullness, lifting and loving their weight. He touched his lips to the nipples and sucked gently, then eagerly. Slowly, he moved her toward the bed. "I want you where I can see and touch all of you." He laid her back gently and made good his word. His hands became explorers, searching, climbing and lingering at the summits of the mountains of her breasts. Then he went on to new territories, her waist and the elastic band of the pantyhose. With his palms flat and loving against her skin, he rolled the nylon down over her hips, slowly and sensuously, enjoying each stroke and the newly exposed flesh it showed. He kissed her flat belly, ran his tongue in swift delicious circles in her navel, and finally reached the mat of hair above the juncture of her thighs.
Emily had been unable to speak during the entire process. She'd been caught in the tight emotions that surged in her, the naked desire that was a hot flame in her belly. As George had leaned over her, she watched the thickness between his legs grow and press outward against his slacks. She wanted to undress him, to feel his nude body hard against hers, to taste the heavy richness his bulging penis promised. But somehow, she felt a hidden need to hide behind passiveness. Her body was too excited for her to think clearly, but she was still afraid that to admit her eagerness might somehow expose the raw lust that lived in her belly as a constant threat to her security. To free the dragon again could jeopardize all that she'd gained by her primness this past week. It might resurrect the ghost of Ramdon.
George had skinned her stockings and briefs off and discarded them quickly. She was a length of naked beauty before his eyes. All week he had thought about her ripe body, wanting to see it just like this. Now here it was. He smiled and separated the fleshy thighs so he could see her fragrant snatch. She was very quiet, but he knew she was not shocked by anything he'd done so far. He had the feeling that nothing would shock her, that she was a practiced and expert lover who would provide delight in sex play and copulation. He used his fingers to part the thick folds of her vulva. He licked his lips at the sight of the glistening wetness. He probed for the small outcropping of flesh of her clitoris and grabbed it between his thumb and forefinger to rub it.
"Oooo." The sound escaped despite her caution.
"Baby, this has to be the loveliest cunt I've ever seen! It's like red satin, all shimmery and soft. Mmmm, it's gorgeous." He bent his head and touched his tongue to the now-swollen clitoris. Rockets fired through Emily's belly and she began to shiver. She could no longer control the vast emotions that filled her. Her mind was blank to everything but the moment of need. Her fingers grasped for his flesh but encountered the hampering clothing he still wore.
"Take off your things, please! I want to see you and touch you!" she begged him in a hoarse voice.
He smiled. "I hate to let go of you for one second." He got to his feet and began stripping off his shirt and pants. When he was down to his shorts, Emily couldn't stand the suspense. She was sitting up ready to reach out for the golden cock as it sprang out of its hiding place. And then it was in her hands, heavy, thick, smooth and powerful. She grasped it and pulled him closer to her, breathing deeply of his heavy man odor, watching the foreskin slide back when she moved her hand, watching the mushroom head pop from its stem in glowing red silkiness. She was breathing heavily and moved in a dreamlike trance, closer to the beautiful offering until it was between her lips and then in her mouth. Her hands went around his hairy ass and held his ripe crotch against her while she tongued the throbbing organ wildly.
But unlike the boys whose cocks she'd sucked recently, George was not content to stand still while she ate him. He made a harsh growling sound of pleasure and eagerness and flung her back on the flowered spread. Quickly, he climbed next to her, his face between her legs, his cock back at her waiting mouth. "Now we can both enjoy some good eating!" he said. Then he plunged back to the feast he'd left so reluctantly a little while before.
His tongue speared high inside her cunt, searching and tasting the thick muscular walls of her vagina. Her body writhed and twisted as he began to drink the juices that ran from her uterus and vagina, lapping them thirstily with huge gulps.
Emily rammed his full-grown prick into her mouth, pushing its end to the soft palate of her throat, almost gagging as it cut off her air. It was so long and fat! So different in size and taste from the little boy pricks she'd known. It was somehow very enticing and exciting. She rimmed it with her tongue, pushing back the foreskin and letting her teeth scrape across the bulging head gently. George's hips moved toward her as he asked for a repeat of the action. She ran her tongue along the tiny crevice that scarred the head of the smooth perfection of the organ, forcing her own need and heat into the small opening. She could taste the saltiness of the preseminal fluid that seeped out to soothe her throat.
But then his tongue was a spearing firebrand inside her cunt. All the frustrations and restraints of the past week which had been bottled inside her broke loose. Her passion soared to a mighty peak. Her whole body quivered as need consumed her. She was powerless to hold back the orgasm that was building. She tried to warn him with quick motions of her tongue and hard thrusts of her mouth around his cock. But then it was too late. Too late for anything but the explosion that went off inside her and sent her over the edge of reality into a world of bliss. Streams of hot juice gushed from her sex organs and were quickly sucked up by his waiting mouth. She wanted to scream and tell him how wonderful it was, but her mouth was filled with his pressing manhood. Instead, she soared on the wings of passion, savoring each tingle of pleasure that shot through her.
"Oh, baby, that was a good one for you, wasn't it?" he said as he finally broke loose from her cunt.
She still had his full cock in her mouth, but he pulled away. "I've got someplace else for that now." he swirled his body and straddled her hips. "Now I want it up there in that hot, hugging hole!" He spread her labia with his hands and aimed his warhead to the velvety curtained doorway.
"Oooo, that's nice." Emily was still breathless from her orgasm, but she smiled as the fat spit-slick cock moved effortlessly between her legs and into the valley of her cunt. It was hot and felt enormous as it entered the wet haven which had just experienced such a beautiful climax.
"God, how I need this! I've been waiting too long! I'm so damned hot I may fuck you all night!"
"Oh yesss. Yessss!" Emily shared his need. She was on fire again, her entire body aching for the thrill of a man's dick in her, the explosion of satisfaction that would catapult her into repeated orgasms. She looked up at the man humping over her and smiled. "Mmmm, I need it as badly as you do!"
"Jeez, you're a hell of a lot of woman," he said without breaking the rhythm of his piston-drives inside her cunt. His cock thrust high into her each time he came forward, straining against the inner walls of her vagina, forcing open the tight little circle of muscle that led to the passage of her uterus. She was on a new pinnacle of need, hovering breathlessly each time he threatened to push her over the brink. Only his voice hypnotized her and held her captive until he was ready too.
"You have the most beautiful cock-hugging cunt I've ever been in. It matches the rest of your gorgeous body. Those big tits bouncing down there! God, how I wish I could suck them and fuck you at the same time! I should have been a gym teacher instead of a mathematician!" He grinned at her. "Maybe then I could twist myself into better positions!"
"I like you exactly the way you are!" she declared. "You're tearing me apart. You're up where it really counts. Ooohhhh, I'm so hot! I'm so hot!"
"I like my women hot!" He humped harder into her, feeling his foreskin pull all the way back to shoot the head of his prick outward like a flagpole. His balls slapped hard against her body each time he came down, dragging through her damp pubic hair and sending new fires into him. He felt the pressure building inside his balls, the semen straining against the muscle that trapped it. He couldn't hold it back much longer.
"I'm so hot I don't think I can stand it," Emily said with a gasp as a huge wave of fire spread through her. Her uterus was a tight ball of passion, her juices flowing, her climax imminent.
"Okay, honey. I'm ready. I'm going to blow my head off. Now!" He jammed his cock hard into her.
"Ahhhhh! Yessss! I'm cuuummmiiinnnggg!!!" Her voice keened with the rising pitch of her orgasm, screaming out into the dimly lit room and being lost in the violence of their mutual need and climax. They pounded their bodies together, Emily's legs coming up to capture the hard-hitting maleness between them, holding it and coaxing from it every hot sticky drop of liquid offering it held. Even when they were both satiated and drained, they clung together in satisfied fulfillment. Finally, George eased his slimy cock out of her gash and placed himself next to her on the bed.
"God, that was good."
"Oh, yes. It was."
He rolled on his side and put his hand to her tit and held it. "I really needed that. It's been a long time."
Emily smiled at him, suddenly feeling braver than she had earlier in the evening. "I thought Dave said you were a regular customer," she teased.
His mouth laughed but his eyes were somehow remote. "I was, but--well, I haven't been around lately." He squeezed the tit. "I'm glad you're here now, Emily. I'd like to become one of the regular customers again." His eyes asked her the question frankly.
And in honesty, she answered, "So would I."
He grinned and kissed her. "Great. And it's a date." He fondled her breast, flipping his finger across the dormant nipple and arousing it again. "Now, would you like a drink? A shower? Or more fucking?"
She didn't even have to pretend to think it over. "More fucking," she said quickly.
He pulled her close and the lengths of their nude bodies came together in instant heat and desire. He pressed his hairy chest to her tits, forcing them to dig into the maze. In answer she wiggled her hips to make her crotch meet his. Even the limp sticky warmth of his cock excited her. She knew it would only be limp for a little while. She worked her hand between their close bodies and grasped the toy organ eagerly. She would pump new songs from it.
George matched suit by prying her thighs open and sinking his hand in her cunt once more. It was very wet, the thick sludge of their mutual climaxes filling her and overheating the opening. He played in the fragrant love juice. He felt his own response under her hand.
"Let me sit on it," she said, almost pleading. She didn't have to ask twice. He rolled over to his back quickly and she boarded him, aiming the half-stiff cock between her legs with her hand, opening her own vagina at the same time. The prick slithered into the wet hole and was swallowed by it. Emily let her full weight down and the penis entered her completely. She could feel his pubic hair scrape against her ass and tickle deep inside the crevice each time she moved. It was exciting, and she felt new heat growing in her belly. But this time there wasn't the violent urgency that had spurred their first copulation. This time she wanted to savor the delight of his body for a long time. This time, she didn't want it to be over so quickly.
In the office of DANNY's, Danny Glade hunched forward toward the small closed circuit TV screen. The two figures on the bed were hot at it again. He pressed his folded arms over his jutting penis where it pushed against the cloth of his tuxedo. "Damn!" he said aloud to the empty room.
The door opened and Dave Harper entered. "Watching the peep show?" he asked with a grin, noting his partner's bulging sex organ.
"Jeez, who the hell is that dame? She's stacked like five grand in one dollar bills! Where'd old George latch onto her?"
Dave laughed. "Believe it or not, she's a new teacher at the school."
"Hell, I'd give a week's receipts to be a school boy again!" He looked back at the screen where Emily had climbed onto George's prone form and was pumping his sex organ inside her cunt. "It's not very often I get a hard-on just watching this old familiar scene, but she's okay. I'd like to get a piece of the action myself. Think there's any chance?"
Dave shrugged. "George didn't have any trouble rolling her into bed. You should be almost as good as him."
The other man shook his head at the good-natured teasing. "What's her name?"
"Emily Zestrow."
"That's a pretty homely name for such a delightful piece of ass."
"What's in a name?"
Danny laughed. "Right. It's what's between the legs that counts. And hanging out in front. My God, did you ever see such tits? She's really got 'em." He shook his head in wonder as he watched the girl on the screen in action.
"Just don't get so involved that you forget why we bothered to install this high-priced TV equipment. Did you remember to snap the recorder on?"
Danny nodded. "I got too hot listening to them so I had to turn the volume down."
Dave didn't care about that. "I'll run a check on her tomorrow and see what I can some up with. I have the feeling that we're going to hit it lucky this time. George Bevin is going to turn out to be a real little gold mine for us. The boy with the golden cock!"
The two men laughed at the private joke. Danny argued, "I'd hardly call him a boy, but his cock is going to be pure gold for us, no mistake about it!" He looked up at his partner. "Fix us a drink and let's watch a little more of this show."
CHAPTER FIVE
Emily slept very late the following morning. She and George had not gotten back to the school until almost four a.m., after their final bed session at the cottage behind DANNY'S. Emily had slept swiftly and deeply once she got to bed. The tiredness from the prolonged sex play and the unaccustomed amount of drinking she'd done had hit her suddenly. Now it was noon as she leisurely dressed and made her way down to the dining room.
Weekend meals were far more casual than those during the regular school week. Many of the boys went home for the weekends, and the rules were slackened for those who stayed. Emily saw none of the other teachers about and only a few boys. She was content to eat alone and relive her memories of last night.
Just as she finished her second cup of coffee, Emily noticed the girl watching her from the door near the kitchen. For a moment, the look of hatred on the child's face startled Emily, but the girl turned away quickly and vanished through the doorway. Emily frowned, deciding she must have been mistaken. The girl was Dr. Damien's daughter Margo. Emily had caught glimpses of the child from time to time in the halls, but hadn't actually met her. Why had she been standing there staring like that?
Emily dismissed the thought and finished her brunch. She had a stack of papers to correct, but somehow she didn't feel like settling down to work yet. The pleasant glow radiating through her body from last night's sexual excitement and satisfaction, the absolute relief she felt at no longer being repressed, filled her. She wanted to find George, just to be close to him and enjoy the enveloping warmth of his nearness.
She left the main building and crossed the path to Mentor Hall. The campus was strangely quiet after the five days of noisy chatter and shouts that had filled it. It was peaceful and restful, but in a way disquieting too. She supposed all schools were like this when students were gone. She'd never lived at one before, had as a matter of fact spent as little time around the school as possible at Ramdon. Ramdon. Quickly she pushed the thought away. She didn't have to worry about it any longer. She was safe at Delefield.
Inside the cool math hall, she stood a moment to let her eyes accustom themselves to the dimness after the bright sunshine outdoors. Then she mentally traced a floor plan to locate George's room which she had previously only seen from her window. It had to be this way. She started down the corridor that ran along the east side of the building. At least there were no students rooms on this floor, so she could not blunder upon any of the boys.
The row of doors were impersonal and unidentified. She tried to think how many windows down George's were, and estimate the location of his room this way. Finally she selected a door and rapped softly.
There was a quick muffled sound inside the room and she could picture George rousing himself from sleep. With a smile, she turned the knob and swung the door inward.
It was not George's room. For a moment she thought it was empty, a lounge or discussion room. But then she saw the boy.
He had pulled a table over to one wall and was standing-on it, his face close to a ventilator screen. He gaped at her in guilt, his neck and face reddening with a quick flush.
Emily's gaze was drawn down his lean body to the small narrow hips in their tight jeans. His rounded boy ass pulled the cloth tight, and she could see the straining bulge of his young penis at his crotch. She swallowed the dry sensation in her throat.
"What are you doing there?" she asked. Her voice was softer than she'd meant it to be.
The boy looked uncomfortable. "Nothing." He started to climb down from the table.
"Just a minute," Emily said and entered the room, closing the door behind her. "Now, tell me what you're doing there or I'll have to call Mr. Bevin."
The boy looked frightened. "I didn't mean any harm, honest, Miss Zestrow."
He knew her name. She searched her memory for his but decided he was not in any of her classes. The expression on her face softened. She didn't want to terrify the child. He was only about twelve, one of the younger students at the school. His dark hair fell in a long shock across his forehead and his liquid brown eyes stared at her, pleadingly.
"Don't be frightened. I just want to know why you're up there. Were you listening or looking through that ventilator?"
His expression admitted his guilt even though he didn't answer.
"You'd better tell me about it, or I'll have to see for myself."
Again he didn't or couldn't answer. He stared down at his tennis shoes in confusion. For a moment, Emily forgot her threat as her attention was again caught by the boy's body. Facing her this way, she could see his budding manhood under the jeans quite clearly. A beautiful memory came of Joey Martin in that school office. A warning pain flashed through her body, and she forced her thoughts away from the memory.
She moved to the table. The boy moved to one side as she stepped onto the chair and then to the table itself. He stood very quietly as she put her face to the ventilator to find out what had interested him so strongly.
For an endless instant, the world hung in a void of motionless silence. On the other side of the screen was George Bevin's room. And George was in it. But he wasn't alone.
George was still lying in bed clad only in pajama trousers. His naked, hair-covered chest was dark against the white sheets. On the edge of the bed, very close to his partially propped-up body, sat Margo Damien. She was leaning over George, her hand caressing his bare chest, her body touching his pelvic region. Her eyes were bright and glassy, her body twitching in spasms as her excitement grew.
Emily watched in horror. George! How could he? She felt sick, but she couldn't tear her gaze from the unfolding scene before her. She was dimly aware that the young boy had moved very close to her and he, too, was watching the tableau in the other room.
The muffled voices of the couple wafted to Emily through the ventilator.
"Please, George, I want you! I'm not a child, so stop saying that!" The girl pouted and insinuated her hand into the top of the man's pajamas. He quickly pulled her wrist away and tried to sit up again, but she shoved him back with the weight of her body. "Stop this nonsense, Margo. You know it's impossible! Are you trying to get me fired?"
"I swear I won't tell, I swear!" she vowed quickly. "Oh, George, I know what I'm doing. Don't make fun of me!"
"It's impossible. Out of the question."
Emily let out the breath she'd been holding. Her belly was a knot of fear combined with a physical need for this man she watched. How dare that upstart of a kid try to seduce him.
"No it isn't," the girl said so softly that Emily barely caught the words. "I won't tell, you know that." She scooted her hips on the bed and pulled up the short skirt she wore. Her entire lower torso was exposed in it's nudity. The flat white belly, the dark triangle of youthful pubic hair, thin and barely hiding her most private parts.
The boy next to Emily gasped. Tears burned behind Emily's eyelids and she felt ill.
"Darling," the girl was cooing. "Look, I'm a woman, not a child. Touch me, feel how ready I am. How can you not help me become a full woman?" In slow motion, the girl began to unbutton the shirt she wore. Fascinated, Emily and the boy watched. The buttons slid from their holes and then the blouse was open, pulled back, exposing the small firm up-tilted breasts.
The boy next to Emily made a funny sound and bent forward slightly as the pain shot through his loins. He'd never seen a girl's naked tits before, and he was full of wonder and awe. And that enticing dark spot at the juncture of her thighs was a hidden promise of which he knew nothing. Yet he felt a stirring in his scrotum where so very recently his testicles had dropped.
Emily was in acute pain. She could no longer deny the physical excitement that had grown in her at the sight of George in bed, and then this strumpet child teasing him. She was revolted but somehow strangely excited. She felt the seeping dampness on her panties.
The girl pulled off her blouse and dropped it to the floor, then quickly she unfastened her skirt and let it fall. Her tight young body was only a foot from George's face, partially blocking Emily's view of him. But she remembered his lips and tongue on her body last night, the stimulating and tantalizing kisses and touches he had performed all the way down her body. She trembled now.
Suddenly, she couldn't stand it. She turned, ashen-faced, to the boy at her side. Her voice was barely a whisper.
"We can't stay here!" She let him hold her arm and help her down from the table. She had to steady herself on his shoulder as they walked to the door.
"How awful!" she murmured.
"Gee, I'm sorry, Miss Zestrow. Are you all right?" He sounded concerned.
She couldn't answer, she couldn't utter the lie that would get him away from her. Her knees shook and her entire body trembled.
"Maybe you'd better lie down," the child said. He looked scared.
Emily nodded. "Not here. I couldn't stay here."
The boy hesitated. "My room is right up these stairs. Do you think you can make it there?" His fingers were tight on her arm to keep her from falling.
All she could think of was to get away from the horror of what she had seen--what they had seen. Numbly, she let the boy lead her up the steps slowly. George! And she had dreamed her foolish dreams all night of his loving her and providing the security she needed so badly. And all the time she was just a toy, a plaything that passed an evening for him. No wonder Dave Harper had called him a regular customer! How many women--or little girls--had he taken to the back cabins behind the restaurant?
The boy pushed open his door and half-carried the woman into the room. She sank gratefully onto his bed and closed her eyes, swallowing the huge wracking sobs that rose in her throat. They tore through her body, leaving her shaking helplessly.
"Miss Zestrow?"
She opened her eyes slowly. The boy was leaning over her. "I brought you a cold washrag. Maybe it will make you feel better." He placed it gently across her forehead.
The cool cloth felt good, and Emily smiled at him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have broken down like that. I don't even know your name."
He tried to smile but couldnt manage it. "Tony Amory."
"Tony. Thanks." She closed her eyes for a moment and she actually felt better. It had been the hopeless and helpless rage of her own stupidity that had shaken her. She had been a fool to think George's attentions were serious. He had been absolutely blunt about it being an evening of sex--something he obviously wanted quite often.
She opened her eyes again and looked at Tony. "Sit here, Tony," she said, patting the bed near her. He sat, still looking scared. "Why were you watching Mr. Bevin's room?"
He avoided her glance and his face flushed again.
"Tony?" She reached out and touched his leg.
He finally looked at her. "I saw Margo go in there." He shrugged helplessly. "I knew what she wanted."
"How did you know?"
"I've heard the boys talk."
"Talk about what?"
He had difficulty getting the words out, "About Margo wanting to make it with Mr. Bevin. Everyone knows that she's got a real thing for him."
Emily's throat thickened. "Has she been in his room before?"
The boy shook his head. "I don't think so, but she corners him in the classroom or halls every chance she gets. When I saw her try his door and find it open a little while ago, I figured--"
"Yes?" Emily had forgotten already about the man and girl downstairs. Her entire interest was focused on the boy at her side. His obvious discomfort intrigued her. She instinctively knew that he was a virgin, a child who was eager to learn the secrets of sex, taste the forbidden fruits. He had come upon an opportunity to peek on an interlude, and he hadn't been able to resist. Gently she coaxed him to talk. "What did you figure?"
"Well, I mean, I thought maybe... "
"You thought you wanted to see what was going on?"
He nodded.
"Would you have liked that?"
He stared at her, speechless.
"Would you have liked to watch Mr. Begin make love to Margo?" she persisted.
He licked his lips in a hurried motion and then looked away.
"Tony, look at me." He obeyed. "You wanted to see it, didn't you?"
He nodded.
She smiled and she was very aware of the warmth of his firm flesh under her hand. She patted his leg. "Don't be ashamed of it. That's only normal for a boy your age."
He looked relieved. "You won't tell?"
"No, of course not. It's our secret, okay?"
He smiled for the first time since she'd entered the room downstairs. She returned his smile and let her fingers tighten on his tantalizing leg. She dropped her glance to the taut flesh her fingers touched. Only inches away was the mound of his child cock hidden under its swaddling of clothing. She took a deep breath. Her hand moved up the inches. The mound was soft, unbelievably and incredibly tender. She squeezed gently and felt his body tremble with awareness.
In a hoarse whisper, she repeated his name. "Tony?"
His voice was barely a squeak. "Yes'm?"
"Would you like to learn about sex?" She didn't look at his face but kneaded his dormant penis gently while she talked. She waited for him to answer.
His answer was a long time in coming. Then it was a breath in the quiet room. "Yes'm."
"Would you like me to teach you?"
This time the pause was much shorter. "Yes'm."
She looked up at him and smiled. "I'd like that too. I don't want you to get any wrong ideas about me or about sex. After what you went through downstairs, I'd like to show you another side of the picture--the beautiful side. Sex really can be very pleasant, very nice." She was still smiling. "Yes'm."
"And it will be our secret, just like my finding you peeking through the ventilator?"
He nodded willingly to the blackmail. She smiled and raised her hand to the zipper of his jeans. "Is the door locked?" she asked quietly.
"No."
"Lock it."
He got up and obeyed, returning to the bed with haste. She was sitting on the edge, waiting for him. He sat beside her and she continued the interrupted motion of unfastening his pants. In dumb awe, he. watched her skid the pants back on his hips and open the fly of his shorts. Her cool hand snaked inside the opening and closed around his little curling penis, yanking it gently from it's nest and pulling it through' the tight opening of the cloth. Her touch was gentle but firm. She held the organ carefully as though it were something fragile that might break. She was staring at it, her lips parted and the tip of her tongue flicking behind them. He felt his whole body quiver.
She fondled the penis, pulling back the doubled folds of the foreskin to push forward the budding head. Tony felt that funny sensation come back, the same one he'd had as he watched Mr. Bevin and Margo Damien downstairs. It had something to do with sex, he knew. But he didn't know enough. Eagerly, he watched Miss Zestrow.
She had forgotten everything but the joy of once again holding a boy like this. Joey Martin, Peter Falk--now Tony Amory. She pumped the tiny penis lovingly. Under the soft, tender boy skin, she felt the quivering muscles relay her message to his body. What a beautiful child. What a beautiful penis. And it was all hers!
She said softly, "Stand up, darling." He did as he was bidden.
She turned him so he faced her, then she carefully pulled down his jeans. He stood there a moment, his small cock dangling half-heartedly from the fly of his jockey shorts. She smiled and carefully pulled the underwear over his hips and the organ, and slipped them down his legs. Then she put one hand on each of his hips and pulled him gently toward her. He gulped but said nothing.
She had to bend forward slightly to reach him, but ever so gently she lifted the tiny, fragrant sex organ and placed it to her lips. She felt his body shiver. She closed her pursed mouth around the tip of the lovely prick tasting its unwashed flavor, squeezing the soft head gently between her lips. She ran her tongue over the tiny morsel in her mouth, touching each part of it, letting it move slowly forward until she had the entire head on her tongue.
"Aww!" The boy shivered again.
Her answer was to lick the round head lovingly and force the foreskin back with her tongue, cleaning some sediment from behind the bulging crown. Even as she did it, she felt the newly awakened response begin. The tiny muscles struggled valiantly to raise the organ to erection. She helped them with rapid kisses and cleansing sucks on the savory morsel.
"Oh boy! Wow! Hey, that's something!" His whole body was shaking with delight and new-found need. His hips began to move a bit, pressing the growing penis into her waiting and willing mouth. She accepted it gratefully.
It was sweet, delightful, a sugar-tit of youth. She rolled it over her tongue and licked hungrily at the tiny crevice, hoping to find some drop of boy nectar there. Her hands were tight on his body, creeping around to his boy ass and pulling it toward her, forcing his penis and sparse pubic hair heavily against her face. Her fingers found the dividing line between the spheres of his buttocks, and she pried into the fiery slit eagerly. Slowly and gently, she fingered a line to trace the path the full length of his trembling rump. She paused for a moment at the tiny puckered anal muscle, teasing it slightly but unable to penetrate it. Then she moved on, downward, between his legs, which he now had apart to hold his balance as she hugged him furiously. She was between his legs now, prying into the sweat-smelly tiny curls of hair that were just beginning to spring forth there. She had his balls, those fantastic sacs with their tiny hidden treasures. She squeezed them tenderly.
"Oh, gee whiz!! Oh boy! Wow!"
The prick was growing all the time. It was filling with the boy's first erection during sex, and now she could taste the preseminal fluid as it seeped from the tiny opening. She knew that she had to be careful or she might send him off and he would be through. So often, too often, the first burst of cum drained a child of all his power. And she didn't want that to happen.
She let go of the spit-slick lollipop in her mouth.
"Aw, don't stop," he said quickly. "Just for a minute. We're not quitting. Here," she stood up. "Help me get undressed."
His eyes widened and his fingers fumbled with the blouse as she undid it quickly and removed it. Her white lace bra intrigued him. He couldn't take his eyes off the heavy breasts trapped behind the almost transparent lace. He could see the dark circles in the centers, where her nipples were. He swallowed the quick rush of saliva in his mouth as he thought momentarily of Margo's boobs sticking out when she pulled off her blouse. This was even more exciting. These were big! Not firm girl tits that had interested him before. These were big, and he knew they were going to be beautiful.
She undid the fastener of her skirt and let it drop.
Now she stood in front of him in the fabulous bra and a pair of lace panties that barely covered her crotch. He swallowed again and moistened his lips. His little penis was throbbingly stiff and he could feel the tight muscles ache for her touch again.
She turned her back. "Undo the hook for me, Tony." Her arm twisted behind her creamy smooth shoulder and pointed to the concealed latches. Tony put out his trembling hands and worked at the tiny hooks. They wouldn't come undone, and he fumbled with sweaty palms. Finally he felt the elastic pop as the hooks loosened and the bra bounced away from his hands. The white straps lay like cake decorations on her tanned shoulders and Tony watched her snake them down her arms and then flip the white lace cloth out of her hand with an impatient gesture. Then slowly, she turned to face him again.
He sucked in his breath. The sight was more exhilarating than he ever had imagined. Her gorgeous breasts were big domes of golden flesh, hanging like ripe melons on a sun-drenched vine. The ends were wide pools of cool amber, rippled like the dark waters of the pond after he dropped a stone in them. He stared in wonder.
As he watched, she tugged at the elastic of her panties and drew them downward with her thumbs. Tony's eyes quickly darted to the new expanse of uncovered woman. First the wide flat golden belly that looked like it had lain naked in the sun with her entire body. The golden high-lighted triangle of hair where her thighs met. The smooth downward sweep of her long legs.
"Uuuuhhh." He wanted to speak but only the strangled meaningless sound emerged from his mouth. His body was rigid with the sharp pain that stabbed through him from his crotch. In surprise, he looked down and saw that his penis was jutting straight forward from his body. He stared at it in wonder.
Emily closed the gap between them. She took him in her arms and pressed her naked body to his pulsating flesh.
"Uuuuhhh."
"Shhh, darling, it's all right," she said softly at his ear. Her warm breath sent shivers through him. Then her lips were on his ear, kissing, nibbling and her tongue dipped into the opening and teased to make him shudder with painful delight.
She rubbed her tight heavy tits against his hairless chest, rotating her body so the breasts drew circles on his flesh, twin circles of scorching desire.
"Jeeeezzz!"
"Mmm, you're so warm and nice. So very nice." She pulled him toward the bed and eased him down to sit on the edge. He was beyond thinking. He was willing to let her make any decisions that had to be made. He was eager.
She pushed him back on the bed and crawled up beside him. "Such a big boy! Mmmm," she said as her hands coursed up and down his body.
"Yeah." Even as he uttered the childish exclamation, he felt big indeed. Especially in his cock. It felt like it was going to blow right off his body. He ached with its throbbing need.
Her hand found it and held it lovingly, pushing back and forth on it as her mouth had done before. She put her hand to his head and pressed him toward her breast. He opened his mouth eagerly and took the offered nipple. At first, it was cool and soft to his lips and tongue, but suddenly the tip popped out and filled his eager lips. He grasped it firmly and sucked. She moaned and pressed harder to him, never letting go of his rigid little prick. Her leg moved over his hip to trap his body close to her. She squirmed and twisted but he held on to the delicious nectar-laden tit on his tongue. Then he felt something new.
She was wagging his stiffened cock against her body. No, against her own crotch. He felt hot, wet soft flesh. He sucked hard on the delight in his mouth and tried to help her with whatever she was doing. He felt her slip the head of his prick on the velvet skin. My God! He couldn't stand it. He felt like he was on fire.
She moved suddenly then, and the burdened cock jammed up between the heavy hot folds.
"Ahhhhh!" His cry made him let go of the tit, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the white heat that was pouring through his young body. His cock was surrounded by her boiling, lava-laden cuntal flesh. She rolled onto her back, dragging his weight with her so he lay on top of her. He felt the hard pressure of her breasts on his chest. He was looking into the deep blue eyes that were alight with a strange fire.
"Oh, yes," she told him. "Yes, yes, yes! Now very carefully pull yourself up onto your knees.
"Carefully! Don't pull your cock out."
He moved like a robot, but one of hot steel. He finally got his knees under him so he could hold his weight on them. She smiled.
"Good. Now begin to move it. In and out. Yes. Slowly first. Mmmmm." She closed her eyes for a moment and savored the feeling of the little engine moving inside her vagina. It was tiny, but it was firm and willing. He pushed forward eagerly.
"Faster now. Yessss, yessss, faster."
He no longer needed instruction. His body took over for the mind that could not instruct it. He was no longer a child, a virgin boy who peeked through ventilators! He was a fucking man!
"Owwww, yeah! Boy, does this feel good! Man, does this feel good!!!" He pounded his throbbing prick in and out of her hot, hugging tunnel. She did something with her muscles that pulled at his guts fiercely.
"Oooohhhh," he exclaimed, too breathless to say more.
She knew. She felt the power in his thrusts increase, felt the final swell of the mighty little cock inside her slippery snatch. He was ready. She raised her legs and clutched his flailing hips, trapping her body to his for the final throes.
"Yessss! Noowww! I'm cuuummmm-iiiinnnnnggggg!!!!" She held him so hard he could hardly breathe. Her body rose and hung in midair as she plummeted over the edge of a glorious orgasm. He didn't know what had happened, but it set off a fire bomb inside his guts. From deep in his balls, fire erupted and spilled out through the end of his prick. The hot sticky liquid poured into the demanding, sucking cunt which drank it greedily and sucked for more. Every muscle in his body strained to squeeze out the final blast of boy cum.
He fell against her sweating body, gasping for air. The fire had torn through his lungs as well as the rest of his body. She wrapped her arms around him and held him like a child.
"It's all right. You were wonderful, just wonderful. You shot a load as big as any man's!" She lifted his face gently and smiled at him. Then she kissed his lips gently. "You were wonderful, Tony. Did you like it?"
"Jeeezzz, I'll say. It was--well it was something, let me tell you!"
She smiled again. "Better than peeking over transoms?" she teased.
He nodded and tried to still his heavy breathing. It was better than anything he had ever felt in his life. He no longer felt like a boy but a man.
Very gently, she rolled sideways and let him slide to the bed beside her. She kept her arm around him protectively, holding him close to her body. She liked the warmth that emanated from him, the sexy aroma of his first cum, the glazed pleasure in his eyes. She wanted to hold him, to let him make her forget the other things that had happened earlier. If George Bevin wanted to play with that stupid little Damien girl, that was all right with her. She had this lovely manchild, lovely Tony, who had found his first sexual experience through her to be completely satisfying.
He wanted more, she knew. She knew by the way his flesh still quivered as she ran her hands along his skinny chest and across his small genitals. She knew by the way his gaze gobbled up her naked breasts and the way he moistened his lips, anticipating the taste of her nipples again. Yes, he wanted more. And she would give it to him. She would trade it for his silence.
Slowly and deliberately, she began to play with his sticky prick again to arouse it to a fresh hard-on.
CHAPTER SIX
In the room on the first floor of Mentor Hall, George Bevin tried not to stare at the naked girl standing boldly before him. But it was impossible. Her youthful, firm body was a picture of loveliness, an object of desire. He felt the twinge in his groin.
"Look, Margo," he said in what he hoped was a firm voice. "Get out of here. You're going to get us both in trouble. You don't know what you're doing and-"
"I do know! I know exactly what I'm doing!" She flung herself on the bed, her arms around him, the high-pointed tits hot against his bare chest, her face buried in his neck. "I love you. I want you to make violent love to me!"
"Margo!"
Her face came up and she pressed her eager lips to his mouth to cover his protests. He struggled and tried to elude her but she clung tightly, working her body against his, coaxing a response despite his reluctance. Wild thoughts of the luscious body under his hands and tongue raced through George's mind unbidden. His prick stirred and began to swell. It did no good to deny that he wanted her.
God! She'd pulled some dumb stunts before, but this was the craziest! If anyone saw them--He pushed her away and sat up quickly, keeping her at arm's length and forcing her from contact.
"Now listen! I'm telling you for the last time. Get out of here. Put your clothes back on and get out!" He saw her glance at his penis which was lifting his pajamas away from his body. A tiny smile lingered at the corners of her mouth, but he ignored it. "I realize you're a big girl now, you've made your point. But I'm not going to give in, so you might as well leave now. Go find one of the boys your own age and try this trick on him." His expression softened. "I don't think you'll meet with any resistance."
"I don't want a boy my age," she said sullenly. She was still lying where he'd pushed her. "I want you."
"Well, you can't have me, so that's that." He swung his legs over the opposite side of the bed and stood up.
"Then I guess I'll just have to go and talk to my father."
He whirled! Her face was serious but her eyes betrayed her deep hidden emotion. "What are you talking about?"
She shrugged. "I could tell him you lured me in here and raped me."
"He wouldn't believe it." George's voice was strong but his knees were weak. The little bitch would probably be able to convince her father of most anything.
She smiled. "I think he would if I also told him about you and Miss Zestrow."
George's mouth fell open but no words came out.
The girl smiled evilly. "I know where you were last night and what you were doing."
"Liar."
"Cabin 4 behind DANNY'S?"
He stepped closer to the bed with a threatening motion. The girl, still smiling, stretched her lithe body like a cat, forcing her tits to stand up in the air like twin nosecones on rockets. She bent her knees and spread them slightly to expose a small portion of the pubic hair between her legs.
Her tongue moved across her lips slowly and sensuously. "Not only that, George darling, I could also tell him about you and my mother."
Her voice was so calm, for a minute he couldn't believe what he had heard. But then it hit him, she wasn't lying. She was threatening him, blackmailing him, with facts! He'd been so sure no one at all had known about Stella Damien!
The girl on the bed let the V of her knees widen slowly until her bent legs were completely outspread, almost flat on the bed. The hidden valley of her crotch had become an open pasture of fertile grazing land. He stared at the ruby red lips of her vulva, the dark beckoning crevice between them that held promise. He felt the sharp pain race through his loins. He stood at the edge of the bed, wanting to shake her, hit her, beat some sense into her; but even more, wanting to touch her and take the prize she offered.
"Make love to me, George," she said softly. "Make me a woman."
He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "You know some pretty cute tricks already. I don't believe you're a virgin."
"How I wish you were right! But I am. Some of these things come naturally to a woman." He couldn't help noticing her casual use of the word to describe herself. He smiled inwardly. She was a woman, all woman. Her arms were still out, pleading for him to come into them.
"Where'd you learn the rest of them?"
She hesitated. "Watching people."
"Who?" His throat was very sandy.
"My mother mostly. You weren't the only man she went to bed with. I used to hide in the bathroom and peek through her bedroom door when she brought friends there when my father was away. I even used to listen and watch when she and my father made love." She smiled at the expression on his face. "They did, you know. A lot. Mother needed a lot of sex."
How well he knew that, her demands on him were persistent and frequent after their affair had begun. Once started, he was trapped, in a lovely trap of human flesh that gave him supreme pleasure each time he took it. And when he had tried to end the affair, in his fear of Damien growing suspicious about his wife's constant absence, she had become violent. They'd argued, fought, loved, and argued again. When he finally said he had made an irrevocable decision, she'd stormed out of the cabin at DANNY'S and careened off in her car. She had never arrived home. The car had gone off a curve about six miles from the school, and she had been trapped and burned inside the wreckage. He'd lived with the fear and horror ever since. How much of that truth did this girl know or suspect?
She moved her hands along her own flesh to entice him, cupping her small breasts and squeezing them so the nipples rose from the peaks. Then her flat palms swooped downward, across the unlined abdomen to the triangle of hair and then between her legs. The girl's breath rate increased as she tried to transmit her excitement to him. She used both hands to spread the hairy folds of her cunt and expose herself to the inner depths. "Look," she whispered. "It's wet. It needs you. I need you, just like my mother needed you.
Come to me and screw me like you did her. Look at this beautiful twat waiting for you."
It was too much. Everything blanked from George's mind except the girl before him and her tantalizing body. He didn't even realize that his hand untied the cord at his waist and let the pajama bottoms slither down. He stepped out of them and onto the bed in a single movement.
"Goddamn bitch!" he snarled as he buried his face in the lovely hot cunt. He licked furiously at the damp folds and lapped up the thick white, creamy juice that soaked them. He found her clitoris with his tongue and wagged it until it was a swollen bud of need.
"Oooohhhh, uuummmm!" The little girl twisted and wiggled with hot passion as he ate her virgin pussy. "No wonder mother liked it so much. Do it again. More, more!" She humped her hips and pressed her cunt against his face. His tongue shot up between the folds and sucked at the heavy walls of her vagina. Her young undrilled cunt was sweet and juicy, a golden goblet of nectar from heaven. He was dimly aware of her cries but lost himself in the moment of his pleasure. He squirmed his body and got his prick and balls as close to her as possible. If she'd watched him and her mother often, she should know that he liked to have his cock sucked!
She took the hint and grabbed the heavy hanging sex organ. Her hand was hard around it and he moved again to let her have a better grip. Finally, after yanking inexpertly a few times and slapping his balls lightly, she began to rub it.
He took his face out of the heavenly innocent cunt. "Goddamn it, put it in your mouth. I want my cock to be sucked!" Quickly he got into a position where she could accomplish the act. He watched, through his spread legs over her chest as she tasted the throbbing flesh column for the first time. She hesitated, licked at the glossy head, then finally let it slip into her tiny little mouth.
"Careful," he warned. "Suck nice and don't bite. That's the way. Yes, like that." His body tensed as new fire swept through him. He'd have to be careful not to ram it too hard into her mouth. But he was hot, would he be able to hold his cum? What the hell--she'd asked for it! He bent to her lovely cunt again and began to eat the strongly-fragrant slit.
Her entire body quivered and shook as passion mounted in her belly. She'd hoped and dreamed, but never had those indirect experiences prepared her for this. She felt light and floating, a being apart from herself. Yet every inch of her flesh throbbed with heat and need. She hurt where his mouth was sucking her dry, forcing itself into her tiny vagina. But she liked the hurt, wanted more of it. The pain somehow carried the knowledge that blessed relief was to come in a beautiful way.
The huge smelly sex organ in her mouth was thick and it almost choked her. She had seen her mother do this so often, and it looked easy and fun. It was so different now that she was doing it herself! But it was good! The throbbing prick was a huge shaft of delicious flesh on her tongue. She tasted it, running her tongue around it, feeling some of the skin move back as she pushed at it. The oral contacts at her vagina were heating her steam, and she could feel a tremendous pressure growing inside her belly. Oooohhhh, it hurts! Oooohhh, it feels so good!
George felt the warning of her guts and knew she was close to her first climax. She was a hot smelly hole of hell under his mouth, and his cock was being driven crazy by her little spearing, darting tongue. He pulled his face out of her little crotch and twisted quickly, pulling his slobber-streaked prick away from her mouth.
"No!" She tried to grab his slippery cock as it slithered from her tiny mouth.
"Shut up!" he said and whipped his leg over hers and crouched between her wide-spread thighs. "You asked for it, baby, and now you're going to get it. I'm hotter than a pistol and I'm going to shoot my load of cum right up that pretty little fucking hole of yours!" He jabbed forward, and the swollen, pulsating shaft of slick hot flesh whipped into her tight, tight pussy.
"Aaaahhhh," he moaned as he pushed his weight forward, bursting through her hymen and sinking his rod all the way. His balls were hard on her ass and he began to pump it into her incredibly-gripping cuntal mouth.
For a moment, she was too stunned to do anything but enjoy the sheer wonder of this new thing ripping her tight flesh apart. He'd moved so quickly, that she had been taken by surprise. The first pain of her tissues tearing apart at the forced entry gave way to a consuming heat that sent Shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Even her toes tingled. She gasped for air in her tortured lungs.
He stroked his huge plundering cock in and out of the hugging tunnel of love. It was tight and small, a virgin cunt. Yet it was warm and soft, loose with love juice that was pouring from her belly. He rammed his dick up as hard as he could and smiled at the way her eyes rolled back in delight. He could see only a thin band of the whites of her eyes under the long dark lashes. He fucked his dong into her slit hard again. She groaned and her arms flopped wildly as though she were trying to grasp the meaning of what was happening. Her beautiful little girlish boobs jounced with each jolt he gave her.
My god Vm hot! When this kid grows she's going to be more of a cuntful than her mother!
"Something's happening!" She whispered between labored breaths. "Oooohhhh, I--I--, aaahhhh!"
He grunted. "Okay, doll, this is it. You're ready to cum. I'm going to blast off up inside you and we can both cum together!" He speared his broad-headed javelin into her tight hot cunt, snaked back for another thrust, speared it in again. "Ooohhh! Mmmmmm! AAAHHH!" He felt it. Her body tightened, then suddenly poured out its violent message of love. He felt the quick spurt of hot lava pour over his plunging prick. It detonated his explosion. The hot sticky semen shot from his firehose and filled her belly. He felt his enormous cock slipping through the mixed juices and slathering them over both of them. And still he came, fucking hard into the tight, wet, juicy hole.
The girl sucked huge gulps of air into her lungs, trying to control the demons that had been loosed in her. She was quivering and shaking all over. It had been Fourth of July, skyrockets and bombs, sparklers and glaring lights. Her head whirled as she spun out into the dizzy heights of orgasm.
It was a long time before she realized that George had stopped fucking and pulled his slimy cock from her drooling, numb cunt. He climbed off of her. She opened her eyes and grabbed him quickly.
"Stay, don't go."
"God, girl, we both came to beat all hell."
"I want to feel you close to me."
He lay on her, only half-supporting his weight with his arms and legs, letting the rest of his body enjoy the warm pressure against her. "You're a hot little number."
"Mmmm. It was so wonderful, I don't want it to end."
He looked at her. "You really mean that?" She nodded and bit her lip. "Yes. I--I feel so different, so wonderfully different!"
"You liked it?"
She took a huge breath and her tits rose up into his chest. "Loved it."
"Okay, tell you what. I'll make a bargain with you."
"Anything."
"Promise?"
She frowned. "You'll do it again? Fuck me some more?"
He nodded. She paused, then nodded her agreement. "I promise."
"I'll give you some of the fanciest fucking any girl's ever had if you swear that you'll never say a word to your father about me and your mother--or Miss Zestrow. And of course, not a word about today, this." He twitched his body on hers. The heavy odor of their sexing surrounded them both.
"Oooo."
"Is it a bargain?" He twitched his slick penis atop her thigh again.
"Oooo, yes. I promise!"
"Okay," he said with a smile. "Now we can get down to business." He started to climb off again and she protested immediately.
"You said-" He grinned. "And I meant it. Come on, you have a lot to learn. I guess you didn't peek through enough keyholes to learn everything." He took her hand and led her toward the bathroom.
"What are you going to do?" she wanted to know.
He smiled. "We need a shower. Can't you smell us? We'll do it together."
Her face broke into a huge grin that was elfin and appreciative. "Oh, that sounds like fun."
"It will be, I promise."
And he kept the promise. Under the tepid water streaming over their close bodies, he roused her by soaping and lathering every section of her anatomy with his hands. He spent a lot of time making sure her full breasts were taken care of, then he moved to cleanse her cum-filled genitals. She fell back into a corner of the shower stall as he wedged the bar of soap and his hand between her thighs and began to scrub.
"It may burn a little, but not for long," he told her.
She nodded. Already the slight sting of the soap had been washed away by the new flow of secretions from her uterus. She felt the now-familiar tension begin to build in her belly again. It surprised her, but delighted her because she knew she would cum again. With Goerge as a teacher, she was sure she would cum many times.
"Just relax, Margo. Relax and enjoy it." He slid his hand between the foamy folds protecting her delicate cunt and up into her.
"Oooohhh."
"Nice?"
"Yessss."
"I'll send you off this way."
"With your hand?"
"Sure. Why not?"
She laughed. "I didn't know."
"I told you, there's a lot of things you don't know." His hand scored high inside her, digging at the hot pulpy walls of her tight little vagina, searching for the tiny spot that sealed off the entrance to her uterus. If he could get his fingertip in it, she'd cum so damned fast she wouldn't know what hit her. His forefinger probed, and the hot touch of the pussy wrapped around his hand made him forget the water cascading over them.
She'd forgotten it completely. Her hair was wet, plastered against her head and cheeks. Trails of water ran down her face, dripped off the bridge of her nose. Her mouth was open and her breath escaped in short gasps.
Then his finger found its target. The small spot yielded, resisted. He pushed into it.
"Owww." Her eyes glazed and her head fell back. "Oooo."
He jabbed into it harder. He felt the soft flesh open for him and felt the tip of his finger in the tiny canal. He waggled it and poked. His thumb, still outside her body, found her clitoris and pinched it to her soaped flesh.
"Ohhh, it's happening again." The words seemed to float from her open mouth.
With his free hand, George pinned her sliding body to the wall and grabbed a tit. While the finger inside her and the thumb on her trigger of passion played their tune, he fingered the tit and played with its nubby tip. He watched her face. When he knew she was there, he jammed hard into her cunt, tearing open the tiny inner hole and making her shriek with pain and passion. Huge sobs shook her and she fell forward against his wet naked body, clinging to him in desperation, needing the violence of the climax he was carrying her to. She screamed muffled words into his wet shoulder, and he plunged his hand up and up into her.
When he finally slowed the movements, she calmed and became quiet. He began to wash the soap off her gently. His own cock was a stiff ramrod again, excited by the obvious throes of delight the girl had gone through. She watched him speechlessly as he finished cleansing both of them, even spread her legs willingly to let him clean off the soap and the traces of her secretions.
When he finally turned the water off, he stepped out of the stall and grabbed a big towel: "Come here."
She did as he bid, standing close to him on the furry mat. Tenderly, he dried her. Each tit, patted, rubbed, then kissed the nipple and brought it to turgid attention with his tongue and lips. Her belly, her rump, each crevice toweled carefully. Then he got to his knees before her and worked on her crotch. Her labia were swollen and red, but she made no complaint as he gently dried them and laid his lips to them once more. But he didn't stay there long.
He stood and faced her. His cock jutting between them like a stiff pole. He pointed to it. "Look."
She looked and returned her gaze to his face. "Can I suck it for you? Or do you want to put it in me again?"
He shook his head. "No."
She frowned. "Why not?" She was surprised by his refusal.
"Your mother liked something special after a lot of playing."
"What?" She was eager to know and learn.
He looked at her for a long time before he answered. "Asshole screwing." He paused. "I want to shove my cock up your asshole."
She swallowed her surprise. She looked down at the huge fat organ sticking out from his body. She remembered how it had torn its way into her tiny vagina. Her asshole would be tighter and smaller. But she also remembered the ecstasy the big cock in her had brought. She looked up and smiled. "I want it too."
Back in the bedroom, he instructed her to lay over the edge of his bed so her rump was in the air and her knees on the floor. "I'll get you hot first so you'll be loosened up. Don't fight me, just relax. It'll make you cum better than before."
"I'll cum too?" She was amazed.
"You're damned right you will. Most women think it's the sexiest kind of fucking."
"Ummm."
"Here, shove this pillow under your tummy."
She did and she felt him kneel behind her and touch her buttocks. She tried to find something to look at, spotted the mirror across the room on the closet door. She twisted her head so she could watch him on the floor behind her.
He crouched on his knees and looked at the beautiful young ass. He rubbed his palms over the smooth downy flesh, and pulled at the two spheres so he could investigate the crevice between them. The small puckered anal opening was a bronzed spot on the flawless skin. He leaned forward and kissed it before he put his tongue into it and began to rim it.
The girl shivered and said, "Mmmm, it is sexy."
He was too busy to answer. His tongue pried at the tight tasty muscle, wetting it and trying to open it. Then he knew he had to get in there. He was too over-heated to wait any longer. He had endured the growing pain in the shower so he could save it for this. Now he wanted it.
He got up and quickly opened the nightstand drawer. He uncapped the jar of Vaseline and dabbed his finger into it.
"What are you doing?" The girl raised her head.
"You'll see. Just relax." He got back close to her and poked the cold thick jelly around the rosebud asshole.
"Ooo."
"Cold?"
"Uh-huh."
"I'll warm it up in a minute." He gently forced his finger against the glistening creamed muscle until it gave way and his finger slid inside the hot dry tunnel of her ass. Carefully and gently, he worked the Vaseline into the opening. When it gave a little, he penetrated deeper, forcing the petroleum jelly upward.
"Ohhh my. Ohhh."
He extracted his finger and filled the tip with another gob of jell. He pushed it into her.
"Ohhh. What's that?" She couldn't be sure in the mirrored reflection.
"Only my finger with some more goo, baby. I'll have you ready for my prick in a minute."
She moaned with delight and fear. The finger felt like a steel beam in her, how would he ever get his enormous cock into the tiny opening?
He felt her body quiver and his own already was shaking with heated need. He pulled out his finger and aimed the head of his grease-coated cock at the spot. Gently, he pushed the glistening damp head into the place his finger had vacated. He had to begin all over again, pressing the stiff organ against the muscle to force an entry. His cock was dribbling preseminal fluid, and the slimy juice spread on the Vaseline to help him skid into the hole. The muscle gave enough to let the ruby red tip in, then it squeezed shut behind it quickly. George almost went off as the pressure of his semen was spurted back into his balls.
"God!"
"Ooohhh, that feels so--" She couldn't complete the sentence. She concentrated on the scene in the mirror, wanting to see everything that happened as it happened. She had never been hotter in her life. No wonder her mother had liked this form of sex!
George pushed forward and his slippery rod finally opened the passage and got inside. The Vaseline was like hot oil, boiling him alive. Sharp pains shot through his groin and scrotum, not to mention the fiery carnage in his penis. Then his slick dick was all the way inside her hot little ass.
The small girl stifled a cry and licked her lips. He saw her eyes roll again, knew she was hot.
Deftly, he worked his hands under her belly and pressed them hard upward so his ramming cock from the rear would beat against the uterus he pushed back from the front. He had discovered this trick with Stella, and she always claimed it was the ultimate climax of all climaxes. Like mother like daughter.
He pumped his over-heated penis up into her ass, mindless of the tight restraints her asshole placed on them. "Here it comes, baby, I can't hold it back!"
He ejaculated violently into the innermost recesses of the dark hot hole, past the slathered Vaseline into the dry desert of her rectum. He filled her with his storehouse of hot sticky cum, draining himself completely until he was dripping with sweat and satisfaction.
Slowly he pulled his shit-streaked prick out of her asshole. She was only semi-conscious, draped over the bed. She tried to smile at him.
He grinned. "Now the lesson is over. You got what you wanted and then some, didn't you?"
She nodded mutely.
He laughed. "Okay, now as soon as you catch your breath, run along and find some nice little kid to teach your new language to. And don't forget the promise you made." He hurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower, eager to wash her waste off his limp penis. He didn't want her to see how much he'd enjoyed the action with her. He wanted her to leave him alone, bought her silence with an hour of his body. But he'd learned his lesson with Stella Damien, and he vowed he'd never risk his position that way again. He would stay away from the headmaster's family--all of it. Besides, there was Emily. He smiled at the thought.
' In the bedroom, the girl lay where he'd left her. She watched his retreating figure in the mirror and then studied her own naked, humped form. George had fulfilled her beyond belief. She was going to like being a woman. Yes, she was going to like it very much. She thought aboutj the promise. She smiled anew as she reviewed it mentally. She'd sworn not to tell her father about George and her mother, or the new English teacher, or about today. She had made no promise not to come back to his bed again. No promise like that at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Emily returned to her room through the back door of the building. She was still weak from the delights of her encounter with horny little Tony, and she didn't want to meet anyone or have to make any explanations. In her room, she showered and stretched out on the bed to relax.
She was dozing lightly when the tapping sounded on her door. She sat up, grabbing the blue satin robe and tying it around her nude body as she walked to the door.
To her surprise, George Bevin stood outside. "Hi," he said with a smile.
"Hello." Her tone was cool.
"Sorry if I disturbed your rest," he said, glancing down at the satin pulled across her high breasts like a blue scar on her golden flesh. In a much lower tone he said, "You're even more beautiful than last night." His gaze lingered on the neckline of the robe where it clung between the mountains of her tits. "How about having dinner at Danny's with me tonight?"
She stared at him, trying to make up her mind what she felt and what her reaction should be. He was so casual, so forthright about it, it was hard to believe that he had just come from his bed and that wanton little girl. "I thought you'd be all tired out." She had uttered the jab before her reason took over.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, still grinning. "I could never be too tired of you!"
Emily glanced at the empty hall behind him. He caught her quick check and turned to look. "What's the matter?"
She shook her head. "Nothing. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just being bitchy."
He stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him. "Okay," he said in a whisper. "What's it about? Tell me." He put one hand on her arm and pulled her close, tilting her face upward so he could look into her eyes.
She felt confusion sweep over her. Now that he was here, holding her, nothing else mattered. What a fool she'd been to let the incident at Mentor Hall bother her. He'd made no promises, and they had enjoyed each other's company last night. She moistened her lips, and he bent immediately to catch her open mouth in a kiss before she could escape. She let herself melt into his arms. He hugged her warm body close and enjoyed the feel of her incredibly-soft flesh in his arms. Finally, he murmured in her ear. "What's wrong?"
She signed. "I was a fool. Forgive me?"
"Only if you tell me about it."
She leaned against him and let him slip his hands inside the opening of the robe to clasp a heavy breast tenderly. She liked him to hold her. It made her feel secure again. He played gently with the nipple as she talked.
"I went over to Mentor Hall to see you a little earlier."
His eyebrows rose to high arches over his gray eyes. She tried to smile. "I saw her, the girl."
"Margo." She nodded.
He swore softly. "That little bitch has been in heat ever since she got back here this past summer. I wish to hell her old man had sent her back to that damned boarding school where she belongs." His fingers tightened on her breasts and his thumb plunged into the soft cone of the tip. His mouth softened and he smiled. "But she's nothing to us. Surely you didn't let that bother you."
"I - " He bent and kissed her again. "Margo is a child who needed someone to pop her cherry. She was so ripe she was letting it all hang out."
Emily couldn't help but notice his use of the past tense. So the girl had succeeded in her ploy.
George's hand worked at her breast. "Emily, you're a woman. You're the kind of woman I've been waiting for for a long time. Don't let's spoil it before it begins."
"And Margo?"
"What about her?"
"Does she fit into the picture?"
His face sobered. "As a matter of fact, I sent her packing after we were through. Not because she wasn't good. Damn it, she was plenty good for a beginner." He grinned. "I haven't had a virgin cunt for a long time." He squeezed the tit and pulled her face to his mouth. "Not that I'm complaining," he added after the kiss. "I sent her packing because I like my job here, and I like your job here. I don't want to mess around with Damien's kid and jeopardize all that. What happened today bought her silence for us about last night."
Emily gaped at him. "Last night?"
He grinned and nodded. "That's right. She knew all about us and where we'd been. I got the feeling that there isn't much going on around here that that little tramp doesn't know. She threatened to go to her father unless I played her game." He shrugged. "So who am I to argue?"
Emily started to laugh. Softly, at first, but the sound grew and bubbled from her throat.
"Shhh! Old man Damien will hear you and come to see what's so funny. If he catches me in here, the jig is up!"
"Oh, George, I'm sorry, but it is funny! Everybody has so much to hide! It's like a big guessing game!"
"What do you have to hide?" he asked very softly and kissed her again.
Emily felt her cheeks redden but didn't answer the question. She knew now that she no longer felt guilt-ridden by her association with the boy who had spied on George. Why then did she act so foolishly about George's time with the girl? It was something she couldn't explain.
A sound from somewhere outside the room startled them, and George whispered. "Will you have that steak at Danny's with me tonight?"
She smiled. "Yes."
"I'll be out front about eight."
She nodded.
"Will you stay for after-dinner-sex, madame?"
She laughed and nodded again.
"Good," he said with a quick kiss. "I'll call Danny or Dave and tell them to reserve us the best bed in the house!" He kissed her once more. "Now I'd better get the hell out of here before the monster down the hall rears his ugly head."
"George?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry."
"Hey, no more serious stuff. We have a lot of getting to know each other to do. Let's tend to the fun things first and worry about the serious ones later." His thumb rubbed the now-hard nipple of the breast in his hand. "God, I want you already! You've got a special something no kid can offer."
She didn't want him to go, but she let him slip away and leaned against the door, waiting for her heavy breathing to still. It was all right. He did like her--maybe even love her. The security she sought and needed was still within reach.
The dinner at DANNY'S was perfect but Emily barely tasted the food or drinks. George's hand lingered on her thigh under the table, sometimes slipping upward toward her crotch suggestively or poking under her short skirt and kneading the firm flesh of her thighs. George ordered a bottle of Scotch and got a room key from Dave, who grinned at them as they went out the back way. Emily was surprised at her lack of embarrassment at the knowing look the man gave them. In twenty-four hours, her entire life had changed.
They had cabin no. 2 this time, and it was done in deep rich purples and golds. The entire effect was close to regal, and Emily couldn't restrain her exclamation of admiration.
"Quite something, isn't it?" George said. "I think I like this one best of all of them. There's something about the dark purple color that really makes a woman look sexy." He smiled at her and held out his arms.
She moved to them. "Mmmm, I'd feel sexy any place in any color with you." She lifted her mouth for a kiss which he gave willingly.
"Get undressed and we'll have a few drinks," George suggested. He watched her from the table as he poured the drinks over the ice and she removed her clothes. He stood, drink outheld, until she was naked before him. "God, you're beautiful!"
She walked to him and accepted the glass. He set his own on the table and began to remove his coat, slacks and other garments. By the time his nudity matched hers, his cock was already rising from his dense haven of wirey hair to reach for her. She looked at it, remembering the thrill it had brought her last night, anxious and wanting more. When he had stripped completely, he took up his glass again and took Emily's hand to lead her to the circular purple bed. On it, they half-reclined with their drinks. George pointed upward.
"Look, the ceiling is done in mirrors. We can watch ourselves screw."
She nestled into his arm. "Mmm, if I don't get too busy!"
George fell back on the high pillows and pulled her beside him. His hand with the glass rested on his flat stomach, the other lightly on hers. They drank some of their Scotch and George's fingers began to move sensuously over her flesh. "Look up there," he instructed.
In the mirror, she saw his hand inch its way over her belly and reach the hair line of her crotch. As it sneaked downward, she moved her legs on the purple spread so they formed a golden V on the cloth. The hand quickly found its way to the apex of the letter and slid easily into the pubic covering. "Mmmm," George said. "You get sexy fast. You're already nice and wet."
"I've been wet since this afternoon when you came to my room and did nothing but kiss me a few times."
He grinned at their reflections in the mirror above them. "Good, let's see what we can do about it." His hand fondled the thick lips of her vulva, probing and separating the heavy flesh.
Emily didn't know why she had told the fib. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to tell George about little Tony Amory earlier in the day. Even though she knew it wouldn't matter between them--how could it after he'd spent equal time with Margo Damien!--she remained silent. She turned her complete attention to the moment. The fingers at her cunt were knocking a quick message on the door of her body. She finished her drink, not caring about the liquor but needing to rid herself of the glass so both hands would be free to roam his gorgeous body. He sensed what she was up to and followed suit.
"So much for my plans for a couple of drinks," he quipped.
"We can have more later," she said.
"Remind me," he said. His body made a quick twist and he pressed his face to her cunt as they assumed the 69 position. She didn't need any instruction to take the luscious fat cock in her hands and mouth. She sucked the rounded ball of the head eagerly, licking the tiny traces of preseminal fluid that had already gathered on it. Her tongue circled his bloated cock, trapped it, sucked it hungrily. She was dizzy with excitement as he flamed her hot ass and cunt with his mouth. His tongue was everywhere, at her clitoris, inside her vagina, along the thick folds and as far back as the crevice between her buttocks. She couldn't lie still under such a tongue lashing, and her body twitched and jumped all over the bed.
"Ooohhhh! Please!" Her cries were muffled by the huge load her mouth held, the full grown cock that speared in and out of her gasping throat. Her mouth was a blast furnace, his cock the white-hot steel being poured into it! He speared his tongue far up inside her flavorful pussy and she moaned.
"Ummmm, hot! So hot! Uuummmm!"
George lapped greedily at her cunt, savoring its rich nectar and swallowing every tasty drop of belly liquid he could find. The slow steady stream of secretions began to flow more rapidly, and he knew that she was close to cumming. He jolted the firebrand tongue as far in her as he could.
"Suck! Ohhhh, yes! Suck me!" She cried the words at his throbbing prick, drowning them with her eager lapping on the beautifully-tasty organ, not caring as she rose to the crest of passion and rode over the top to a trembling orgasm. She wanted to draw his steaming cum from him, but he was no yet ready to let it go for her.
George's mouth was a forest fire seeking the quenching of the stream of her love waters. Her cunt steamed with the heat of the contacts and the violence of her climax. Emily's body trembled and twitched as she experienced the first joy of his mouth on her. She wished it would never end, but accepted its end knowing more would come.
"Why didn't you cum too?" she asked when he paused and turned himself again on the bed.
He grinned. "Saving it."
"For what?"
"Come here, I'll show you." He pulled her closer and reached for the big pillows above them. He rolled her onto one so it raised her hips from the bed, arching her back and letting her hair spray out behind her like a fan. "That's not enough. Here, let's put another one under there." He helped push another pillow under the small of her back. "That's better."
She watched him in the mirror as he moved her legs apart and squatted between them. He studied the view appreciatively, opening her fragrant pink pussy with his hands and touching each trembling spot gently as though testing its readiness. It didn't find any unpreparedness! She was already building new jets of love spray to release for him. Her shocking pink tissues, sucked dry only a few moments ago, began to lubricate with new oils as her body responded to his loving. In the humped back position, she was at a delightful angle for his probing hands and face. His fingers seemed to slide into the gaping hole of her cunt without instruction or hesitation. He used both hands, prying apart the heavy-lidded opening to expose the pulpy red flesh beyond. He traced the patterns of the throbbing veins near the surface, and Emily shivered with pagan delight. It was wonderful to be handled by an expert, to be brought to such heights so quickly. It was so different from the kind of excitement she brought herself to by ministering to young boys! Then, she had the excitement of touching forbidden treasures, heating her own need and flaming her own desires to conflagration. But this--this was heavenly! She'd already cum once, and she was very nearly ready to do it again.
"I'm hot," she whispered to the man between her legs.
"Mmmm," he was intent on his work. The problem before him was fascinating in its simplicity. How would he get the most enjoyment from this lovely, gorgeous pussy? One and one always made two, but he wanted more than that this time. He wanted a complex equation of body plus body to equal ecstasy.
He looked deep into the gaping hole he'd opened before his eyes, inhaling her strong sex odor. The throbbing red lips that framed it with curtains of beauty were wet and glistening, as though soft lights shone to highlight them. His fingers touched the ripe wet flesh and slipped around the fragrant, slimy opening. How beautiful it was, how inviting. He worked a finger into the space and wiggled it back and forth.
"Ohhh, you're making me sexy."
"Lovely hole. Okay, baby, here comes the prick you've been waiting for!" He lifted his weight and aimed the spear of his swollen prick toward the opening. His fingers held the hot lips open as he moved forward and pressed the glittering swollen head of his cock between them.
"Oooo. Yes. Yes."
"Goddamn it, that's hot."
"I know, I know. I need it so! Yes, push it in, push it in!"
He pushed and she groaned with new delight. His satiny wet cock plunged deep into the hole of the volcano. It was immediately swallowed by the fire inside.
"Jeez! That's something. Worth waiting for," George said with a smile.
Emily was busy watching the show on the ceiling. She could see the complete penetration in the reflection, see each inch of the gorgeous heavy man equipment as it moved between her swollen labia and penetrated her hidden recesses. She could not only see, she could feel the deep thrust as his full weight pushed the very long organ as far as it would go inside her slippery cunt. She felt the forcing of the inner muscles as the talented cock forged its way along the passage to her uterus, prying her organs apart and opening gates to heavenly bliss.
"Oh, god, I'm hot!" Her eyes beseeched him.
"Cum if you want to, baby, I'm enjoying every minute of this!" He rasped the heavy shaft higher into her belly and she squealed. He was enjoying it, having her spread open in front of him this way, watching her face and body while she watched them in the mirror. He was glad Dave had given them this cabin, his favorite. He fucked his dick up into her gash again.
"I can't hold back any longer," she whispered hoarsely. He knew it without being told, since her body was a hot squirming mass of passion, twisting in an attempt to ram the laden cunt onto the steel column of his cock. He let her ride it at her own pace, not working too much with her for fear of losing his own control. He had one more thing he wanted to try before he let his load go. So he waited for her orgasm to pass in a burst of flame and quivering delight.
"OOOoooohhhh, mmmm, fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Her breath caught in a strangled sob as she catapulted into a frenzied orgasm. Her tits bounced and jumped with delight as she let herself enjoy the abandonment of any pretense, loving the glory of the moment.
"More?" he asked, still pounding his rigid organ toward its target.
She nodded in desperate need. He scored high into her belly, feeling the walls bulge and move under the heavy cock thrusts. He was so hot he almost lost his load, but saved it at the last minute.
"Oh my, Oooohhh, that was something." Her eyes were still half closed.
He grinned down at her, his penis throbbing hotly as it lay totally inside the inferno of her cunt, still unquenched. Now he was ready for his own blast. He intended to turn her over and penetrate her from the rear, his hands under her belly and his fingers inside her cunt right along with his cock! He looked at her ecstatic face.
"That was wonderful," she said again.
"Yes, it wasn't bad,"' a strange voice said from behind them.
George whirled, his hands still gripping the naked hips in front of him, his hard cock still inside the cunt it loved.
Emily started to sit up but her arched back stopped the movement, and instead she looked quickly to the mirror above her. In the doorway, leaning against the closed panel, stood Margo Damien.
"What the hell--?" George was paralyzed by shock.
"Don't let me interrupt anything," the girl declared with an impish grin. "I enjoyed watching the whole thing."
"The whole--" George suddenly realized he was still inside Emily's hot pussy and drew out his slimy prick. He squatted between her legs and stared at the intruder across the room.
The girl moved toward them. "Don't stop screwing her, I told you, I like to watch." She licked her lips and smiled at the naked woman on the bed.
Emily was shaken by confused emotion. She didn't know if it was anger at being interrupted in the sex act or anger at the girl who had dared to interrupt. She also felt strangely agreeable to Margo's suggestion that George do not stop what he was doing. It didn't seem to matter that they had an audience, as long as she had him in fucking positions and eager to please her. She could still feel the hot wet trail of wet warmth along her crotch and thigh where his prick had moved out of her belly. She looked at him now.
"How'd you get in here?" he asked Margo. She laughed and held up a key on a string. "This."
"Where'd you get it?"
She laughed again. "I had it made last summer when you and my mother used this place regularly."
"Her mother?" Emily gaped at George.
He looked embarrassed, then angry. "You damned little slut!"
"Tut tut! That's no way to talk to a nice girl who's just come to join the party." Her voice and smile mocked him.
"Join the--!" Once again words failed him.
"That's right." To prove her words, she quickly began to peel off the skirt and blouse she wore--the same ones she'd worn this morning in his room, and the same ones that left her naked in a brief moment. George tried to get up from the bed but stumbled over Emily's still outstretched leg.
"Get out of here!" he snarled at her. Emily was frightened and quickly pulled her feet to her chest and rolled off the stacked pillows. She sat up and watched George dive for the girl's arm. The girl was too fast for him, and instead of catching her, he merely rolled sideways on the bed. The girl moved like a flash and threw herself onto him, rubbing her nude body along any area of exposed flesh she could find like a cat arching and rubbing for attention. Emily smiled and moved to give her more room.
Margo trapped George under her cat-like body, pinning him to the purple bedspread with her young, firm tits and throwing her muscled leg over his thighs. She lurched toward him and grabbed his wrists to pin them down, all her effort concentrated on the task. She was laughing softly the whole time, enjoying her fun and the man's obvious discomfort. George could have thrown her off his body but he dared not in fear of hurting her. And a strange sensation persisted in his guts, an excitement that went beyond the one he'd felt a few minutes ago as he looked forward to fucking into Emily's hot cunt hole.
He glanced up at the mirror. Emily was watching the scene eagerly, her lips parted, a small smile turning their corners up slightly. The young girl's tanned body lay across his own paler one like a question mark. Then she began to move her leg, brushing the thigh on his, touching it to his crotch hair and across the still jutting, slimy shaft of his throbbing prick. During the rough attack, he had lost none of his hard-on. The child was doing nothing to make him lose it now!
Her soft, smooth thigh insinuated itself onto his belly, forcing the cock to flatten as it moved over it, then letting it spring upward after it moved by. Then she bent her knee and caught the thick organ behind it to trap it in the vise.
"My God! girl! Where'd you learn a trick like that?" His voice held a genuine note of appreciation.
The girl giggled and quickly swung her body onto his, sitting up and directing the thick throbbing column of flesh between her legs so it sank into her wet little pussy.
"Ohhh!" The protest aborted and became a sigh of pleasure. "Ahhhh!"
The girl sat up proudly on the flagpole. "Mmmm, you're way up there again."
"Jeez!"
Next to them, Emily stared in fascination. She was too caught up in the strange new feelings that washed over her. Instead of being horrified by what had happened, she was enjoying it. It was like the second chapter of the dirty movie she'd seen this afternoon through the ventilator screen. This was the second act, taking up where she'd been unable to watch before. The girl, the headmaster's daughter, the slut and whore of the younger set, had accomplished her mission again--and this time right before Emily's delighted eyes. And before her hungry cunt. She'd lost none of her own sexiness during the encounter. She moved close now. "Let me in too!" she said quickly.
The girl was so busy riding the cock horse she could only laugh and bob her head. Emily quickly straddled George's head and presented her dripping cunt to his mouth. He opened it to receive the prize, lapping and licking the hairy morsel above it. The slick lubrication he had so carefully prepared for his prick now dripped into his waiting mouth. And all the time, his slippery cock was jammed up inside that tight, freshly-popped virgin cunt that was trying to squeeze the life from it.
The room was a confused babble of shouts and groans. The three bodies humped, rose, fell, twisted and throbbed.
"Ooooo, uuummm."
"Jeez!"
"Ahhhh, yes, drink more."
"Harder!"
"Do it now, I'm cccuummiinnggg!"
Emily heard the girl's cry and her own belly poured out its horde of secretions to make George gulp in frantic efforts to get every drop. His tongue lapped furiously at the dribbling love juice that filled him with a second fire. It met the first one in his belly, in the stem of his manhood where Margo was still jacking her body furiously on him. He exploded and ejaculated his hot juices violently into the hot hugging tunnel into which his cock had sunk. For a minute, everything was a whirling passionate huge cum.
Danny Glade had sprung from his chair in front of the TV set as sOon as he saw the kid enter the cabin. How the hell had she ever gotten a key and who the hell was she? He dashed from the office and out the back way, slowing to a walk while he passed the spot where he would be on view from the bar. He made a furtive signal to the bartender and hoped the man would relay its urgency to his partner. Then he was outside, running lightly across the damp grass so his shoes wouldn't ring against the concrete. At the door of cabin no. 2 he stopped and fumbled for the key on his ring. No sound betrayed the occupants since all the cottages were throughly sound-proofed. He slid the key into the lock and turned it. His palm closed around the doorknob and he swung the door inward.
For a moment, he was paralyzed by the tableau before him. His anger and fear were wiped out by the deliciously-sexy confrontation. The dame with the big boobs was sitting on Bevin's face, her gushing pussy hidden in his gulping mouth. She was humping and riding just as though she had a big cock up there instead of only a tongue. He could almost taste the sweet delicious flavor of her.
And the little kid, the one who had sneaked in here only a few minutes ago, was stark naked and riding Bevin's big old cock like a Derby winner in the home stretch. He watched her bouncy young tits fly as her tiny body flailed back and forth on the massive dagger.
None of them heard his entry. Quickly, he closed the door behind him so no one else would see the performance. Jeez, he could sell tickets to this one! He felt his own need strengthen and stir between his legs. He was getting old. It was too easy for him to turn on by watching that goddamn TV screen or something like this. God! How he wanted a piece of the action. The whore he'd slept with the past few nights had been nothing compared to this. He licked his lips and pressed his thighs together to try to stop the wet hot trickle of semen that came from his stiff cock unbidden. Then the kid screamed that she was cumming. It was all Danny Glade needed, the trigger point. His load shot out and ran in a sticky stream down his leg under his pants.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Emily was the first of the trio on the bed to notice the man watching them. She was still smiling widely from the sheer joy of the climax she'd gotten from George's lashing tongue. Danny Glade smiled at her and savored the hot look in her eyes.
Suddenly, the woman backed off the hungry mouth that was still catching the last traces of her cum. Her eyes widened and she stared at the man across the room as horror began to cross her face. Margo was snuggling downward on the deflated cock in her cunt, still thrilling to its weak thrust inside her. For a moment, she paid no attention to the other woman, but when Emily's hand rose to cover her stifled exclamation of surprise and fear, Margo turned to see what she was gaping at.
Margo's surprise was only momentary. She grinned at the man and her red tongue flicked across her glistening lips in invitation. Her quick glance had caught the more-than-normal bulge of his slacks where his thighs met. She was ready for more partying and more than ready for a new partner. The more the merrier.
George sensed the change in the atmosphere of the room and struggled to sit up. He was jolted with surprise at the sight of Danny Glade.
Danny looked from one face to the other. "What the hell is going on here?"
George frowned. It was a stupid question from a man who made a nice bit of cash renting out these cabins for parties just like this. Then he saw the other man's stare on the young girl sitting on his cock. He'd been enjoying the double wonder of the two bodies so much he'd forgotten how Margo had barged in unexpectedly and without explanation.
"Who is she?" Danny's head dipped a fraction of an inch toward Margo.
"Come here and I'll introduce myself," the girl said suggestively.
Danny felt his palms grow moist. Jeez, she was something. Bold and beautiful. But still a kid. A little kid! Damn it, he told himself, get her out of here before there's trouble. He could feel the matted sex juice that had wet his leg and was already drying slightly. He could also feel his prick stirring anew at the lewd suggestions of the girl and the undeniable knowledge that he was eager to accept it.
"How'd you get in here?" he asked, trying to keep his voice firm.
She laughed. The musical note floated into the room and danced around in the silence. Under her, George was still pinned by the weight of her body sitting on him. His gaze was fastened on Danny Glade.
Margo moved in slow motion. She leaned forward, her tits jutting like twin rockets, and kissed George lightly on the lips. Then she backed off, sliding her body very slowly from the now limp cock it held. She stood at the edge of the bed and bent once more, this time kissing the tired, cum-soaked prick in thanks as she left it.
Then she walked slowly across the room toward Danny. He couldn't take his eyes off the slim sensuous body that swayed in graceful invitation.
"I'm Margo," she said, extending her arms toward him. "Wanna play with me?"
Danny's tongue wetted his lips and he forced back the tight knot of desire that was building in him. "You're a kid, a goddamn kid. What the hell are you doing here?" He had nothing against kids, especially anyone stacked like this broad, but he didn't want them in his cabins where the law might swoop down and get him on a morals charge.
The girl's eyebrows raised and her mouth smiled. "Am I?" she whispered sexily.
His mouth was dry again. Danny gritted his teeth. He looked away from her nude body only inches from him. She tried to close the gap and put her arms around his neck, but he shoved her arms away quickly. He looked at George.
George was sitting on the edge of the bed, his face a little pale and shaken. "I didn't ask her here, Danny. She just burst in."
Emily, still squatting on the bed, nodded. She was frightened. The look on the man's face spelled trouble. She had never seen him before but he seemed to have authority here. He must be the other man's partner. George had said there were two of them. This must be Danny.
Margo laughed again. "Hey, what's the big deal?" she asked, suddenly sounding very young and no longer the woman of mystery. "I came by myself. I knew George and the woman were here, and I wanted to be with them."
Danny looked from face to face. Margo was almost leaning on his chest now, and he tried to push her away but the touch of her hot flesh on his hands made him pull them away as though he'd been burned. If he touched her, he'd never be able to keep his mind on business. He side-stepped so he no longer had the door at his back, then he retreated and evaded the girl. "Where'd you get the key?"
For a moment, she was surprised. Was he guessing she had entered with a key or did he know? She shrugged. She was too far into this to worry about details now. "I stole it."
Danny grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm slightly. "Where'd you steal it?" His voice was very hard.
"Hey, that hurts!" There was a whimper in her tone. He loosened his grip but continued to hold her. "I borrowed it from my mother's purse last summer and had a duplicate made."
Danny's eyes narrowed. "Your mother?"
She nodded. "Stella Damien."
Danny's mouth fell open as he stared at the girl in shock. Then very slowly, his mouth twisted in a smile and he threw back his head and laughed. "Damien! You're the Damien kid!" She scowled. "I'm not a kid. I'm a woman!" She sounded like a pouting child.
Glade laughed louder. "The Damien kid! Good God!"
George was on his feet now. "Listen, Danny--"
"Shut up!" Danny glared at him and at Emily in warning. He turned back to the naked girl in front of him. He was still gripping her arm. Now he loosened the fingers and slid his arm down the fleshy curve of her waist and hip. It was almost a casual gesture, accidental looking but purposeful. He liked the warm glow of her skin on his coat sleeve. He was eager to handle this one, touch her with his own flesh. But not yet. He had some business to take care of first. He looked at Margo. "How old are you?"
She didn't answer right away and he repeated his question with more demand.
"Fourteen."
"Jail bait. Listen, kid, you can make a lot of trouble pulling stunts like this."
Margo had regained some of her assurance. "I can make a lot of trouble even without coming here. Matter of fact, unless you let me come whenever I want to, I may just do that!" Her tiny mouth puckered to a childish pout.
Danny studied her face a moment. "What do you mean?"
Margo smiled. "You'll see," she threatened.
Danny's face grew dark, then quite suddenly he began to laugh again. "No, I don't think so, sweetheart."
Not only Margo was surprised by his quick change of attitude. Emily felt a cold tingle of fear race down her spine and she hugged her arms to her bare breasts. George's head jerked up and he stared at Danny. There was something ominous in the pleasant tone.
Margo watched him and waited. Something inside her brain told her she hadn't fooled this man, and that he had one ace up his sleeve more than she did. He was not frightened by her threat, so he must have a bigger one himself.
Danny looked at each of them. "I guess the time has come."
"What time?" George's voice was hoarse.
Danny's face was suddenly very hard. "I'm through playing games. The fun is over."
There was a sound at the door and the knob turned. All four faces turned to see Dave Harper enter the cabin. His eyes made a quick survey of the room as he crossed to stand by his partner.
Margo's body quivered with a mixture of apprehension and need as the new man's glance moved over her nude form with appreciation. She enjoyed having men look at her, especially when their desire for her so quickly became evident in their eyes.
"What's up?" Dave asked quietly.
"Everything," Danny said cryptically. "This is the Damien kid. She swiped herself a key and barged in here tonight because she wanted to play grown-up games with her teachers."
Dave's eyebrows arched and a slow smile spread over his face. "Yeah? How about that? She looks like she'd be a good player on anyone's team."
Danny grinned. "She was really going to town by the time I ran over here. She's quite a little piece of ass."
Margo couldn't suppress the smile that sprang under the compliment. A tight growing desire was burning her belly and her mind raced in an effort to find a way to get these two men to go to bed with her. George's cum was a thick drying glob between her thighs and her vagina was already hot and wet with new love juice. Her tits tingled and she could feel the nipples rising from their beds of coral to stand erect under the glances of the men.
George moved slightly. "Listen, Danny, let me take the girl away from here. We don't want the kind of trouble she can make."
"You're a little late thinking of that, Bevin. How come it didn't occur to you when she was humping your cock a while ago?"
George stammered in shame and confusion. "I-listen-"
"No, you listen to me," Danny said harshly. He glanced around the room at the other faces. "All of you listen. Dave and I have a nice little business going here. We've had a great year, and now we've had an offer to sell out. We're thinking of taking it." He grinned at his partner. "We both think we'd like to move to a warmer climate. Right, Dave?"
"Right."
"But it costs a lot of dough to move, and we figure we'll need more than what we get out of selling this place." He looked around at the silent faces. "So we've decided to cash in on our sideline."
"Sideline?" George heard the word as if it had come from someone else.
Danny bobbed his head. "Yeah. A year ago, we installed closed circuit TV recording equipment in these cabins and the office. It's complete with video tape gismos that make a tape of all the shows."
"Oh!" Emily gasped.
"You dirty bastards!" George sprang forward but Dave caught him with a quick jab to the chest and sent him sprawling back toward the bed. Emily covered her face with her hands and a heavy sob racked her body. Then she quickly dropped her hands and forced herself to watch and listen to what was happening. Her whole life was at stake, she had to know.
"We have a beautiful set of films of you, George. Some really good ones."
Air hissed between George's clenched teeth but he knew he could not fight them, not physically. He tried to think.
"There are dozens of them of you and Stella. You two were some of our best stars. Of course you'd had some practice with a few other chicks before that, George. It was no wonder you were good. Experience always tells."
"Goddamn-"
"But we weren't interested in a lousy teacher's salary," Danny went on as though George hadn't spoken. "No, when Stella made her big play for you, that was more like it. Her husband has dough."
"You mean blackmail?" George sounded incredulous.
Emily was horrified but somehow not surprised. It had been building to something evil, she knew. But films! And she was on them. That was how Danny had known that Margo entered the cabin with a key. He'd been watching her and George on his monitor! Watching the exciting and wonderful sex that they were enjoying. He'd seen everything! And more, he had a permanent blackmailing record of it. The horror of Random had reared in another form. If these two men planned to blackmail August Damien, they would use tonight's film of his daughter's sexual activity. And to do that was to expose her own part in it. The comfort and security she thought she'd found in George Bevin's interest in her and her growing feelings for him would vanish in an instant. She was finished as a teacher, as anything respectable. Dimly she was aware that Danny was talking again.
"Blackmail is an ugly word and I don't like to use it. Let's say we'll just be handling a business transaction."
"You'll sell Damien the films?"
"That's right."
George chewed his lip. "Why not sell them to me?"
Both Dave and Danny laughed. "Some of the early ones might fit in your price range, but the ones with Stella and little Margo, here, are too big for your pocket!"
"How much do you want for them?"
"We were thinking of about twenty-five grand."
"You're crazy!" George was stunned.
"You think so?" Danny grinned at him. "Maybe, but I think when Damien sees the film of you and his wife the night she got killed, he might think it's worth that much. And add the bonus short feature of his darling little girl screwing her math teacher--" He nodded wisely, and he left the sentence dangling, unfinished.
George couldn't answer. He knew that these two weren't kidding. Twenty-five thousand dollars! He couldn't get that much money together if his life depended on it. He laughed silently. His life did depend on it! Danny Glade was threatening to cut him off from his entire future. His mind refused to function. It was too filled with hatred and fear.
Danny looked at Emily. "I hate to do this to you, chick, but business is business. I like the way you operate. I've had fun watching you these past two nights, and I like what I saw. Maybe we can work out something later. But I can't edit you out of the film, you realize that."
Emily was paralyzed with terror. It was like a nightmare, a horrible nightmare from which she couldn't waken. She was horrified by the thought of making any kind of deal with this evil man, but her mind refused to reject the idea completely. She felt his cold eyes sweep over her huddled nudity and felt the admiration in them. He was talking again.
"You probably ought to quit teaching, baby. It doesn't seem to be the right job for you. You fuck so beautifully, you should do it for a living."
Her gasp was shock and outrage. Dave and Danny laughed. Dave said, "I wish we had some film tapes of you and that kid in Ramdon."
"Shut up!" Danny warned, but it was too late. George and Margo turned to stare at Emily. Her face reddened in shame and new fear. Her mouth was dry and she felt quite cold all of a sudden. They know!
They know about Ramdon, they know everything. Hot tears filled her eyes and spilled over the lids.
The room was too quiet. The silence wrapped around each of the people to hold them together yet separate them forever. It was Margo who finally spoke.
"Danny?"
"Yeah, kid?"
"When are you going to my father with these pictures?"
He looked surprised. "Soon," he said, evasively. "Wait until tomorrow."
"Why?" he asked guardedly.
She shrugged. "One day can't make any difference."
"Suppose these two skip out?" Dave asked.
She laughed. "It wouldn't change the price of the films. Daddy would still have to buy silence for me and for the memory of my mother."
"She's right," Danny said in a slightly surprised tone. He looked at Margo suspiciously but found her smile disarming.
"Please?" She stepped close to him again and said very quietly so the two near the bed couldn't hear her, "I'd like to visit your office later. Maybe we could have some fun."
He glanced down at the high, tight breasts poking out toward him, and below them the flat tanned expanse of the girlish belly to the sparse triangle of forthcoming pubic hair. His mind reviewed the TV picture of her jocking on Bevin's cock, and his own cum at the sight of it. He could taste her instead of watching the lousy film that had gone on reeling in the camera. She'd be a hell of a lot better in person! And tomorrow was soon enough. Damien would need time to get the cash together for them.
"Okay, kid," he said finally. "But don't you think you can outsmart us. We've been in business a long time and we know all the angles." He looked across the room at the other two, still near the rumpled bed. "I go to Damien tomorrow. If you fly the coop, I'll find you and I'll show those goddamn films in the biggest theater in town. You have until tomorrow to think about whether or not you want to buy any dirty pictures for yourselves."
He jerked his head toward the door and he and Dave left with only a quick backward glance at the naked trio they left behind.
When the door closed, Margo stared at it for a long time before she faced George and Emily. She smiled.
"What was that all about?" George wanted to know.
She blew him a kiss. "I may be able to save the day if you two play along." Her voice was so quiet they barely heard her.
"What do you mean?"
"Shhh, remember we're being watched." Then she raised her voice for the benefit of the hidden cameras and microphones. "Well at least we have until tomorrow. I wasn't ready to quit the fun we were having, darling. You showed me so many wonderful things today, I want a chance to try some of them out. Let's get out of here, though." She shuddered in mock horror. "I don't like the idea of being filmed like this. Let's go home." Her smile gave away nothing, but the warning in her eyes told them to play along.
"Yeah, we'd better."
"Yes," Emily said weakly. "I want to get far away from here."
In silence they dressed. Only Margo acted as she had earlier. She stopped once to touch George's bent figure with a sensuous stroke that ended on the rounded humps of his ass. He jumped with surprise and when he turned, she looked quickly to his dangling penis and made a face of displeasure at its limpness. George tried to laugh but the sound was a strangled gasp.
In a few minutes, the two women combed their hair in front of the mirror and picked up their purses. The three people left the cabin and slammed the door behind them. In silence, they crossed the dark path toward the parking lot.
'How'd you get here?" George asked Margo.
"Hitched."
"Come on, my car is over here." He led the way across the gravel.
Margo climbed into the front seat before Emily had a chance to protest. She moved very close to the driver's seat and made room for the older woman. Emily swallowed her anger and got in beside her. George slid behind the wheel and switched on the ignition. The car purred to life and he put on the headlights and swung toward the long drive that led to the highway.
For several minutes, they rode in pained silence, with only the soft hum of the motor to break it.
Again, it was Margo who spoke first. "I may be able to get us out of this with our necks."
Both heads turned to her, the question unasked.
She smiled in the gloom of the car. "Maybe after this, you'll all stop thinking of me as just a kid. It seems I'm the only one with enough brains to come up with a possible answer!"
CHAPTER NINE
On the highway, George headed the car east toward the school and pressed his foot on the accelerator. The speedometer hovered at sixty and the big car hugged the road.
"Okay, what's this idea?" George couldn't believe there was any real answer to their problem but he was willing to listen to any suggestions.
Emily stared at the girl through narrowed eyes. She felt a new kind of apprehension filling her, based on the sureness in the girl's manner. How could she have' a solution? But Emily wanted to believe. She'd felt the quick surprise in both George and Margo when that Dave Harper had so casually thrown in the tidbit of wishing he had a film of her and the 'kid' in Ramdon. Neither of them asked any questions about it, but she knew they hadn't forgotten the remark. She knew too that her past was not behind her. It had followed her right here to Delefield.
Margo snuggled down in the seat and laid her hand on George's thigh intimately. Emily swallowed hard.
Margo said, "Well, the principle of blackmail is that someone has something he doesn't want known, right?"
"Yes." George didn't see the point.
"Okay, everyone has something to hide. If we can be sure that my father has a bigger secret than the one Danny Glade is threatening to tell on us, we won't get hurt by the blackmail."
George frowned. He wasn't sure he followed. But he did know that what this kid was saying was going to require his full attention. He spotted a dirt road and swerved the car into it with a squeal of brakes. They bumped along the rutted path for a few hundred yards, and then George stopped and set the brake. He looked at Margo.
"Let's have the whole idea."
Margo seemed to snuggle closer to him, but he made no move to evade or encourage her.
"Well," she said, "you're both afraid daddy will throw you out, right?" She barely paused and it was obvious she didn't need or expect an answer. "Suppose the three of us know something special about daddy that he wouldn't want known?"
"We blackmail him?" Emily's voice betrayed her shock.
"Sort of. We trade Danny Glade's blackmail news and your jobs for our silence about daddy's secret. Then he can't send you two away, can he?"
George leaned forward. "What kind of a secret does your father have?"
The girl laughed. "Oh I suppose he has plenty of them, but I was thinking that we can help him have a brand new one tonight. One that will give us the bargaining power we need."
Emily felt a faint stir of nausea in the pit of her stomach. The child, the woman-child beside her, sounded so cold and calculating. She was after something, and Emily had a feeling it wasn't going to be pleasant.
George's voice was soft and cautious. "Go on."
Margo smiled at each of them. "Daddy is a sexy man. I told you that he and mother really had some good times. Because of her constant need for sex and the good name of the school and everything, daddy pretty much behaved himself while she was alive. But since mother died, he's had a hard time controlling his sexual appetites."
Emily spoke in a whisper. "That's only normal for him."
"Sure, but is it normal to want to fuck his own daughter?"
"What?" The single word boomed inside the closed car as George grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face him. "For God's sake, do you know what you're saying?"
She laughed without humor. "I know."
Emily was aghast. "You mean he's--?" she couldn't complete the sentence.
"I said 'wanted to,' " Margo emphasized. "Oh, he thinks I haven't noticed, or that I'm too young to understand. But I know why he's kept me here since mother died. He likes having me in the apartment with him. I remind him of her." She turned and smiled at Emily. "Everyone says I look like her." Then she turned back to George. "Sometimes I catch him watching me in a way that's pretty far from fatherly. And twice I caught him peeking at me when I was dressing. He didn't know I saw him, but I did. I watched him in the mirror and from the corner of my eye. He was actually licking his lips by the time I got all my clothes off." She looked at each of them smugly. "He had a hard-on."
For a moment there was complete silence in the car, then suddenly George began to laugh. The sound surprised Emily and threw her into confusion. She was still trying to digest the information the girl had disclosed.
A smile lifted the corners of Margo's mouth as she watched George. Then softly, she began to giggle. Her hand moved over George's thigh toward his crotch and she gave the bulge of his sex organs an intimate squeeze.
George finally said, "Here I've been thinking you were nothing but a sexy kid. And all the time you've been smarter than all of us! Nothing gets by you!" He bent toward her and grabbed her head to pull her close so he could plant a quick kiss on her mouth. She tried to make the gesture into something more, but he pulled away with a grin. "Oh no you don't, you little sexpot. We have a big night ahead of us. We can't waste any time here."
He looked at Emily. "Well, I think we may get out of this with our necks and jobs yet."
Emily hadn't sorted the muddled thoughts in her mind. "You mean...?"
George had already turned back to Margo. "Let's hear the rest of it, kid."
Like a child telling Santa Claus what she wanted for Christmas, Margo quickly recited her plans. They would return to the school. George and Emily would wait in Emily's room while Margo went to the apartment she shared with her father. She would undress and put on a provocative robe and then go to him with an imaginary problem. From there on, she would follow instinct, making sure she encouraged the lust that was already dormant in her father. Within a half hour, she would be in his bed or he in hers. George and Emily could enter the apartment and listen for the opportune moment to barge into the bedroom and the action.
It was as though Emily were in a dream world. She listened to the planned incest and heard herself agreeing to it. George started the car again and backed around and out of the lane. The few miles to the school went by too rapidly.
Margo left the two teachers at the door of her apartment with a wink. "Half an hour," she whispered. George nodded, put his arm around Emily and led her to her room.
Inside the apartment, Margo listened for any sound that would tell her where her father was. She heard the tinkle of ice against glass and smiled. He was drinking. Good. That would make it even easier. He'd done a lot of drinking since her mother died, but only on weekends when there was no chance of it interfering with his running of the school. She knew that her father knew his wife had been with another man the night she died. He'd always known about his wife's affairs but they hadn't mattered. She was more than he could handle anyhow. But now it had been more than two months. And he hadn't had a woman, Margo was sure. He'd been in the apartment every night, alone. Except for her.
She hurried to her bedroom, calling to him first so he would know she was home. He answered, and she knew that he would look in on her soon. She hastened to make sure there would be something for him to see. Now that she was actually carrying out her plan, she was excited. She recalled vividly the many times she had watched her father and mother perform their sexual antics in the bedroom. She especially remembered the big, thick cock that sprang from her father's loins. She remembered how her mother squealed with delight as it moved up into her.
Margo grabbed a nylon peignoir she had swiped from her mother's bedroom after the funeral. It was pale pink, sheer and sexy. She entered the bathroom without closing the door behind her and quickly stripped her clothing off and discarded it in a heap on the floor. She leaned into the shower stall and took a long time to adjust the temperature of the water, just in case she already had her audience. Then she stepped under the spray and began to bathe, lathering her body carefully, paying special attention to the erotic areas of her breasts and genitals.
In the bedroom August Damien was indeed watching. When he heard his daughter come home, he'd finished his drink quickly and made himself another very strong one. It had been a long evening, and his body ached with repressed sexual need which he tried to dull with alcohol. His brain felt groggy, but the pain in his groin had increased rather than decreased. It grew even more intense as he watched Margo take off her garments and stand naked in the bathroom. She'd forgotten, or not bothered to close the door, and he had a full view of her now. He stood very still and let his hungry eyes roam over her tight young body--the firm up-tilted breasts that were still girl-like but so very womanly. The smooth rounded ass between the-sensuous swelling hips. She turned slightly, and he saw the tantalizing mat of pubic hair that hid her young cunt.
God! How he hurt. He almost doubled forward with the spasm of pain as his erection jolted him. He held his breath and waited for it to pass.
She stepped into the shower, and he moved to one side of the door so she wouldn't see him if she glanced this way. He watched her hands touch her own flesh, and he wanted desperately to let his hands do the same. His palms tingled as though he could actually feel the creamy skin under them. She cupped her breast as she lathered them, forcing them upward and out. August Damien licked his lips. When she began to work her soapy hands between her legs, he had to open his mouth to breathe. Each gulp of air was a tortured spear of fire passing through his throat and lungs.
When she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, Damien forced himself to leave the bedroom silently. He was shaking violently, and he quickly downed his forgotten drink and poured himself another. He sank into his big chair in his bedroom and closed his eyes. He had to get control of himself. He couldn't go on like this, being a voyeur with his own daughter, wanting her, being aroused by the sight of her. But neither could he deny his need.
"Daddy?" Margo half whispered the word.
He opened his eyes. She was standing very close to his chair. She was wearing a filmy pink thing that let him see everything she owned. Her firm, coral-peaked tits were pressed hard against the thin cloth. He could clearly see the tiny poking uprising of the nipple buds. A dark smudged triangle of faint hair showed at her crotch.
His voice was a squeak as he tried to answer, and he had to clear his throat before he managed to get "Daddy." Her voice was close to his ear. He concentrated on the whiskey. "Yes?"
"Please look at me." the words out. "Hello, dear."
She moved so she was right at the side of his chair, her bath-fresh body only inches from his face. If he turned his head, he would be looking right into the enticing hidden crotch. He felt a cold sweat begin between his shoulder blades. He crossed his legs quickly to hide the bulging cock that was beginning to stir again.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I'm worried about you."
His surprise made him turn his head before he thought about it. "Me? Why?" Even he heard the quake in his voice. He was looking up at her, but the high wall of her jutting tits made it difficult to concentrate on her face above them. He let his glance slither down her length. The gown or robe had fallen open slightly, and between the gossamer curtains, he saw the tightly-curled pubic hairs. Pain shot through his belly and he felt the hard tug of his penis as it sprang and tried to escape the pajamas that bound it. He looked away from her quickly, and he lifted his whiskey glass and drained the contents in a single gulp. Quickly, he rose to his feet and crossed to the table that held the decanter. He poured himself a liberal amount of straight bourbon in the glass.
He swallowed hard and turned slowly, keeping his eyes on her face. She smiled. "Daddy, I'm so lonesome. Please don't shut me out."
She put her hand on his arm. Even through the cotton of his robe and pajama sleeve, her touch was hot and exciting. "Shut you out? I don't understand."
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. Then she buried her face in his shoulder and held him tight. His hard prick was forced against her body. The sweat began to roll down his back. "I worry about your drinking so much," she said, the words muffled in his shoulder. "You're lonely, I know you are. And I am too. You had me stay instead of going back to school, but I sometimes think you really don't want me here. I think maybe I remind you too much of her, and you don't like to think about it. That's why you shut me out all the time."
Damien felt a stab of pity and love for the girl. His left arm went around her waist. He rediscovered the whiskey glass in his right hand and swallowed the liquid quickly so he could set the glass down. Then he embraced her warm, wonderful body. He closed his eyes and let the wonder of her hot flesh searing the length of his body seep through his being. Stella. Stella. Stella. Margo!
"Forgive me, darling," he whispered into her hair. She lifted her face to him.
"Love me too, daddy." The words were a plea, an agonizing plea that he could not ignore. Her parted lips waited.
He answered. His open mouth came down on hers and tasted the hot sweetness of her lips. Her tongue darted into his mouth, searching and making oral contact. The twin hot pokers met and tried to surround each other. She curved her body around his hard masculine angles and he no longer resisted the heavy pressure of her crotch at his loins. He pressed his body back against hers, loving the hard thrust of her cunt to his prick. His hands began to move on the nylon gown, rubbing the flesh and exploring her contours. Margo's hands moved sensuously down her father's back, holding him close, encouraging him. She found the twin mounds of his ass and used them to urge his body even closer. The kiss had grown beyond soul and was now a hot, flaming demand. His hand came between them and grabbed a tit and fondled it almost roughly, first through the cloth and then sneaking under it to the bare flesh. His thumb played at the nipple, exciting it and making the tip spring out in hard readiness.
He gasped and broke the kiss. She thought she caught a moment of hesitation and moved quickly to erase it. "Oh, daddy, daddy. I love you so. Hold me close!"
Mesmerized, he was beyond resistance. The ache of his body and the liquor haze of his brain wiped away all inhibitions. "Oh, my God!" he said, looking at his hand on her lovely young breast, and the tiny rosebud nipple popping between his fingers.
In a swift motion, she undid the fastened robe and shrugged it from her shoulders. He watched it slither to the floor. She stood before him proudly, naked and beautiful.
"Oh, my God!" he repeated.
She began to undo his robe, then unbutton the pajama top and the waistband of the trousers. The bottoms fell down over his hips and his aroused cock jutted between them. Drunkenly, he watched her skin the robe and top from his shoulders and arms. Then she held out her arms to him again, and he moved slowly to the circle of their warmth. The contact of their naked flesh was the brand of their desire. She stood on tiptoe and maneuvered the jutting shaft between her thighs so it lay against the hot folds of her vagina. She pressed her tits to his white-haired chest, rotating her body slightly so they drew patterns of fire on his skin.
"Love me, daddy. Please." Her lips mouthed the words their bodies screamed.
He was an inferno of need and lust. He could no longer resist her. She was Margo and she was Stella and she was everything he wanted and had to have. He grabbed her wrist and flung her back on the bed. She lay unresisting, her legs splayed in a wide V, her invitation open and clear. He could see the peeking red lips of her vulva.
He made a strangled sound deep in his throat and jumped on the bed. He straddled her, and she grabbed his pulsating column of hard flesh and directed it between her legs. It moved into the wet, warm portals easily. With a groan of relief, he pressed forward and let his snarled old cock sink into the savory delight of her drooling hole. The heat of it surrounded him immediately. Her legs came up to clutch his body and force the union closer. Her hips began to move, and he began to pump his prick hard into her. He forgot everything but the absolute joy of having a willing woman under him.
"Oooohhhh, that's so good! Yessss. Harder! Harder!" she whispered the instructions that he no longer needed.
"My God! I'm hot!" The fire was consuming him, burning his guts and threatening to spill out through the firehose of passion he had rammed inside her. He wanted to cum, but he wanted the joy to last, to be prolonged so he could savor it and anticipate the relief.
"Oooohhh, I'm so sexy. I can't stand it! Oooh, fuck me! Fuck me!" Margo didn't have to pretend. Her body was inflamed with need. The big cock she had watched fuck her mother was in her now! She didn't have to pretend any longer. It was so big, and so wonderful. It was everything she had dreamed of and hoped for. It was more. It was a hot ramrod spearing into her belly and making her secretions flow to meet it. She was wet and ready. She felt the cum building up inside her, a hot kettle of boiling love brew that was waiting to be poured. She even forgot to glance toward the door to see if George and Emily had come in on cue.
They had, and they stood now in the bedroom doorway entranced by the two on the bed. They had both showered quickly to remove the traces of their earlier escapades at the cabin. George had redressed in his slacks and shirt but left his coat off and the collar open at the neck. Emily, at his insistence, had donned the robe of dark green satin that highlighted her voluptuous body.
Emily watched the father and daughter fucking on the bed. She had expected to be revolted by the incestuous sight, just as she had been shocked by the idea. Instead, she watched eagerly, finding the incestuous performance more exciting than the play she'd seen between George and Margo earlier in the day. She felt the faint stir of new passion begin in her belly, and the warning moisture develop between her legs.
Beside her, George watched Damien and Margo with delighted interest. Margo's humping body was taking everything the old man had. Damien's face was twisted with the agony of need, the pressing threat of his explosion. He was grunting and gasping for air as he rammed his fat, full cock into the baby cunt of his very own daughter. His white hair whipped across his forehead and in his eyes, but he seemed not to notice. He was past noticing anything but the delightful fuck hole he'd found.
She's as good as her mother! he thought. Better! My God she's the best damn fucking I've ever had! So slim and smooth. My own virgin kid. God, I'm going to cum!
Aloud, he said, "Here it comes! I can't hold it! I'm so fucking ready I'm going to explode!"
"Yesssss, give it to me. I want all the cum you've got! Now! Now! Ooohhh, Aaahhh! Yesssss, I'm ccuummiinnnggg!" Her words were a wail in the otherwise quiet room. The two bodies humped and smacked together in passionate ecstasy, giving and taking what they had to have from each other. Margo's secretions spurted into her vagina to bathe the hot prick and lather it. It in turn ejaculated its full heavy load of thick stringy cum into the hot hugging tunnel. And still they pounded together in mutual lust.
In the doorway, George slipped his hand under Emily's robe and found the damp haven of her crotch. His fingers gripped the hairy twat and separated the lusty folds until he could rub the wet, sensuous lips of her vulva and enjoy the growing heat. They both had just about forgotten the purpose of their being there. Other things had become more important--and more pleasurable. George felt the growing hardness of his penis. Maybe... just maybe... this whole night might work into a permanent future for all of them. He slipped his arm around Emily's waist and they moved toward the bed.
The man and girl were panting heavily, their mutual climaxes met and recognized. The man lay across the young body, his eyes closed, his mouth a wide smile. The girl cradled him in her arms, but her eyes were open and bright as she spotted the two nearing the bed. She smiled and winked.
"Daddy?" she said softly.
"Mmm?"
"We have company."
For a moment he seemed not to understand. Then suddenly he bolted up, fell back as though to hide their nudity, then finally rolled to the girl's side and sat up guiltily. "What the hell are you doing here?" The question died as he caught sight of the exposed portions of Emily's anatomy and the caressing hand George still had on her crotch. Again, he was hypnotized and couldn't tear his glance away. He had been starved for sex too long to let anything escape him now.
"We came to tell you that we're getting married," George said. Emily was so surprised she simply stared at him. "But you seem to be quite busy."
"You're a little busy yourself," Margo said with a laugh and pointing at his hand in Emily's snatch.
George grinned. "You two sort of turned us on. That was quite a show. You were really going to town."
Damien buried his face in his hands. "Oh, my God, what have I done?"
Margo sat up and put her arms around his waist, one hand slipping readily to the limp cummy cock draped over his balls. "Don't worry, daddy. It's all right. I don't regret a second of it, and I don't want you to. You were wonderful, just like I knew you would be!"
He looked at her in pathetic eagerness, his face worried and drawn. "But--" He looked at the man and woman next to the bed.
George and Emily smiled at him. Emily said, "It's all right, Mr. Damien, we understand. Really we do." The shadow crossed his face and deep lines marred his brow. He was torn between shame and the pleasure that still coursed through his torso. He watched George Bevin's hand playing in the woman's cunt. He could hear the small wet smacking sounds that told of her readiness. He licked his lips.
"Mmmm," Margo said from the bed. "Come on, you two, let's have another party!" She pulled her legs up under her and squatted behind her father. With pagan delight, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her tits to his back and letting her hands find the willing wet organ between his legs. She began to jack it in her fist, pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go, forcing the slippery head to protrude from its smooth bed of skin. It glistened wetly and grew redder as the blood poured to it as she played. "Take your clothes off, George!" Margo sourlded eager and impatient.
Emily was eager and a little impatient herself. She helped George unbutton his shirt and skim it from his muscular body. He dropped his pants, and she snaked his shorts down over his hips to let them fall too. His cock was wakening, already filled with hot hope.
"Oooo, look at that!" Margo squealed.
"Uh," her father grunted as she took out her excitement on the plaything in her hand. She pumped violently on the stiffening cock, bringing it to a full head of steam. He had cum so delightfully, he'd thought he was finished. He already had other ideas. The woman, Emily, had dropped her robe and stood in front of him in her full and glorious nudity. She had the biggest boobs he'd ever seen, big and full and hanging. He could almost taste the sweet nectar he knew would flow from them.
"Let me at that big prick," Margo said and made room on the bed for the two newcomers. They ringed in a circle, and Emily found herself close to the lovely thick rod jutting up between August Damien's thighs. She smiled at him and reached for it. It was as warm and wonderful as she expected it to be.
"It's beautiful," she said sincerely. Her fist closed around the hot member and began to stroke it and pet it lovingly. She shoved back the heavy folds of foreskin and pushed forward the ruby red glistening tip that was still wet with his cum and Margo's cunt juice. Tiny flecks of white foam clung to the gleaming satin skin. "Mmmm." She touched the tip of her tongue to it and licked it gently. It tasted like honey, sweet love honey. She lapped it eagerly.
"Jeez!" Damien was shaken by new passion. His hands went for those big hanging gardens of loveliness and cupped them quickly. They were more than he could hold, overflowing his huge hands and stabbing their gigantic nipples into his palms.
"Oooh, daddy, you're all hard again! Look at her eat your cock!" Margo leaned close to her father and the woman on the bed, urging them to keep their hands and mouths busy.
George's hand returned to Emily's wet cunt and continued the play he'd begun at the door. She was wet and ripe, his own cock was throbbing to penetrate a sucking cunt. But Emily was covering Damien's cock with her mouth. He swivelled his body so his prodding prick jutted in Margo's face. "Get busy, baby. My cock is cold and needs some warm kisses."
The girl giggled and wrapped her baby lips around the sweet, juicy organ. She ran the tip of her tongue along the tiny crack in the pulsating, swollen head, and George shuddered with delight. The hungry tongue licked around the edges of the mushroom-shaped head, pushing back the already tight foreskin. Quick darts of fire shot through his belly.
With a few quick movements, George brought himself around so he could get his face where his busy hand was--at Emily's cunt. When Margo saw his big tongue spear up into the other woman's vulva and start lapping the cunt juice, she almost went wild.
"Oh, I need some of that too! I want to be eaten!" She pushed her shivering body close to her father's face, spreading her legs wide so her young pussy was right before his eyes. For a moment, the older man seemed stunned, but he couldn't resist the gorgeous sight or the tempting morsel. He dived to it, stabbing his tongue into Margo's hot, dripping cunt, licking the thick fleshy walls of labia, tickling her clitoris with jabs of his tongue, then finally spearing it hard between the pulpy lips and up into her vagina.
She moaned and her body quivered. But she was too busy eating Bevin's prick again to bother with talking. For a long time, the room was a mass of lapping, slurping tongues on sex organs. The foursome on the bed writhed and clung to each other, coaxing closer contacts from their partners, demanding and giving total response with every part of their bodies.
Emily was torn with sexual need and the haunting memory of the threats to her safety and security. This plan, which she had thought so cold and calculating at first, had become a thrilling sex marathon that she hoped would never end. She wanted to stay at Delefield, never leave the new security of sex she'd found here. She knew now that this was what she'd really been searching for, what she'd been in need of when she pursued the young boys. She had never really been completely and thoroughly fulfilled before, and she had been seeking not youth but experience!
George's tongue lashed at her like a whip of fire. She clamped her pursed mouth around the beautiful cock it held, ramming her face close to the masculine crop of hair surrounding it, finding Damien's balls with her hands and massaging them eagerly but gently as her body tensed and readied itself for what was to come. Somehow George sensed her readiness, and he worked furiously with his lips and tongue, plunging deep into her vagina and scoring trails of fire along its pulpy walls. She shook with paroxysms of animal lust, and her need climbed to the mountaintop of fulfillment. With a great sweeping thrust of George's mouth, she was flung over the top into the ecstasy of orgasm. Her body let go of the pent-up frustrations, the stored cum in her belly. George had to swallow rapidly to get it all. It made him so hot as it poured down to his throat, his own load popped.
Margo's eager young mouth caught the thick semen that ejaculated from his penis. She pumped the organ in her hot hugging mouth so it buried itself to the hilt, her lips hitting his balls with each stroke. She was no longer a child in any sense. The woman in her had taken over and owned her body. George's hot cum shooting down her throat ignited new fires to the already hotly-burning ones in her belly, and her uterus tightened and then exploded.
August Damien tasted the love juice that flowed from his daughter's snatch and it was sweeter than any he'd ever drunk. He had been transported to a new world, out of his loneliness and misery. His sexual fantasies about Margo had become realities, he was no longer an old man sitting alone with the memories of his wife and the life they'd had together. He was young again, a young lover enthralled with a new sexual encounter. For the first time in months, his mind was light and untroubled. He drank Margo's cunt juice as fast as it poured into his mouth, licking and savoring each drop that he finally licked from the wrinkled muscular lips.
The woman was still wildly eating his cock. It had grown back to full dimensions under her skilled manipulations, and he felt the new pressure of the semen building behind it. Her hands were at his balls, urging them to produce the load she wanted. They answered the call. Just as he enjoyed the last drop of Margo's cum, he shot off in Emily's licking, lapping mouth. He heard the strange sound fill the room.
"Aaahhh--uuuggghhh!"
His body shuddered and shook with his orgasm, and he suddenly realized that he was making the sound. It was his own desperate cry of fulfilled need, coming alive, pure pleasure. He pressed his face into the sweet-smelling pussy and kissed it lovingly.
CHAPTER TEN
Once again, Margo was the first to break the silence. She sat up on the bed, leaning forward so her young tight tits were right before her father's eyes.
"Daddy, that was wonderful!"
The older man had trouble meeting her frank gaze. After all, she was his own child, his flesh and blood. Now that the acts of love had ended, a haunting guilt hovered in his mind.
She rubbed his hairy chest with her smooth palms. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "We want to talk to you about something," she said with a smile.
A cold finger of fear traced a path along Damien's spine. Her casual use of the word 'we' had not been an accident. The three of them had been together before. He realized with new shock and horror that it had been no accident that these two teachers had suddenly appeared in the apartment! He looked from one to another of the faces.
Slowly, the girl began to relate some of the facts of the blackmail threat they had received. She withheld the few that might pain him and make him unsympathetic. She didn't tell him about George Bevin and his wife, or about her seduction of the math teacher. If he wondered, he was too shocked to ask.
"And so," she said softly, her palms still making small movements on his naked chest, "That man, Danny Glade, wants to blackmail you for a lot of money because he figures you'll do anything to preserve the good name of the school. He wants twenty-five thousand dollars." Her last words hung in the room like tattered curtains waving in a breeze.
The white-haired man lying under her young body looked at her. His brow furrowed with deeply etched lines. He glanced past the incredibly smooth - silky skin of her tanned shoulder to the other two people sitting on the bed. George Bevin nodded his head slowly to give truth to the girl's words. Emily Zestrow looked pained and her eyes still held a hint of fear.
"Twenty-five thousand dollars," Damien said to no one in particular. "And now you've involved me in your escapades so that I have no choice. Is that it?"
No one answered.
He went on. "Whose idea was it to--to come here tonight?"
The silence was very heavy for several seconds, then Margo looked right at him. "Mine."
He studied her face, trying to find answers to questions he didn't dare ask.
"Daddy?" She compelled him to meet her gaze. "That was only part of it. I really wanted to come in here tonight. I've wanted to for a long time."
The silence waited.
"I know how lonely you've been since mother died. It's not right for a man as young as you to live with only memories." Her hands moved down toward his flat belly that showed no traces of flab. "You're young and virile. You need love and to give love. I wanted to help you out of that silly shell you've been living in."
He frowned and looked at her. What she said made sense, wonderful sense. He was a new person, different, and happy. Behind her, Emily smiled her approval.
"I will admit," Margo said, "that my first idea was to fix things so that you couldn't fire George and Emily, but now... "
"She's right," George Bevin said. "We did have ulterior motives in the beginning. But I think we all feel a little different now. I'd like to apologize, sir. Maybe we can think of some way to stop Glade."
August Damien's lips tightened to a thin line. He said nothing for several seconds, then quite suddenly he began to laugh. It started as a low chuckle, but the sound quickly grew to robust proportions and rocked through the bedroom.
"What's the matter, daddy?" Margo asked.
The laughter subsided. "Danny Glade is going to blackmail me for $25,000!"
"That's funny?" George didn't understand.
The other man nodded. "It is when you know that I haven't got anywhere near that kind of money. I couldn't raise two-thousand dollars if my life depended on it!"
The three stared at him. Margo gasped. "The school! What about the school?"
He was still smiling. "Mortgaged to the roof. I've borrowed so damn much money on this place that it's a wonder the bank hasn't taken it over!"
"But why?" George was flabbergasted. "The enrollment is up, student fees and tuition should bring a tidy profit."
Damien's face grew serious and he looked at his daughter. "I spent far more than I could afford on... your mother. She was ah expensive woman. She wanted a lot of things, a lot of expensive things. I was foolish enough to think that if I gave them to her, she'd be happy. By the time I realized she'd never change, I was so badly in debt it was too late to climb out. I'm hanging by a thread as far as this place is concerned. I can barely pay the teachers' salaries."
"Oh, daddy!" The concern in Margo's voice was genuine.
"It's all right," he said. "I guess it was all worth it. I've learned a hell of a lot these past months. I condemned your mother because she had such huge sexual appetites. Now I know that she was just all woman." His hand went cautiously to his daughter's breast. "I learned something about myself tonight. Sexual appetites are normal and healthy. You three showed me that." He looked at them and his hand gently squeezed the young tit and felt its full warmth. "I'm not saying I condone incest. Maybe I should be ashamed of what I did with you, Margo , but how can I be when I loved every minute of it?"
"Daddy."
"I'm not going to make excuses for myself," he said. "I simply took what I wanted."
"What I offered," the girl said quietly.
"Either way, it wasn't right. And I'm not going to cling to you, Margo. You're young and have your whole life ahead of you. You deserve a chance to have your fun and do your own thing."
"But I-"
"Shh! You don't want to tie yourself to a middle-aged man, especially your own father. There are plenty of young bucks out there waiting for a nice girl like you. I want you to make yourself a life of your own. I was selfish to try to keep you here as part of mine."
Emily smiled at the headmaster. "I guess we're all guilty of selfish motives. You're no worse than any of the rest of us."
"That's right," George added.
"May I make a suggestion?" Emily asked softly.
They looked at her. "Of course," Damien said quickly.
She chewed at her lower lip in concentrated thought a moment, then said, "We can't change the past. We all know that now. By tomorrow we can all start anew. If there's no money to be had, Danny Glade would be a fool to try anything. He's only interested in cash. Once he knows we don't have any, what can he do? Expose us? Would he be better off? No, I don't think so. He's a businessman, strictly out for himself. He has nothing to gain by ruining any of us."
"You're probably right," George said thoughtfully.
She smiled. "I'm also sexy. And as long as we're going to have to forget tonight ever happened, would a few more rounds of sex be any harder to forget than what's already passed?"
George stared, Margo grinned, and Damien looked surprised. He finally said, "I think you're right."
His daughter's hand inched to his crotch and was fondling his penis and balls. "I'll get you all nice and hard again, daddy, then you can screw Emily. She's really good, isn't she, George?"
"You can say that again! And you're not so bad yourself, Margo. You've learned a lot in a very short time. You'll set the world on fire when you get out there!" The four bodies rolled together on the wide bed. Hands moved eagerly and sensuously over bare skin, probing, feeling, investigating. Flesh tingled under flesh and excitement mounted. Emily felt delightful hands pull apart the heavy curtained doorway of her vagina and grasp the tiny bud of her clitoris. She squirmed and found a crotch with an erected cock waiting for her lusty manipulations. She was ready for a night of love-making, a night of sex, a night of fulfillment. She felt eager hands roll her to her back, and August Damien smiled at her as he climbed between her legs and sank his long thick cock into her pulpy wet vagina.
"Ooohhh!" The exclamation of delight made Damien smile again.
"It feels so damn good to get inside a cunt again. God! I've waited too long!" He began to jack back and forth in a steady rhythm. The terrible frustrated need of his earlier cums had subsided. He was ready now to enjoy the prolonged play that made sex so very enjoyable. He was in no hurry. He wanted this night to last forever. Tomorrow, with its threat of blackmail, would take care of itself. Even if he had to leave Delefield, he knew life would be happy from now on. He had found himself again. He fucked harder into the delightful warm haven. He was home safe.
George had spread Margo's legs and entered her willing hole. She was wet and waiting, and she clung to his hips like a drowning child. He almost drowned in the cum-soupy wetness of the golden hot passage. He reached over and took one of Emily's tits in one hand and one of Margo's in the other. Both women grinned at him as he flicked the hard nipples back and forth under his fingers.
"Ohhh, I love to be fucked!" Margo gasped. "Go faster, George, faster. I'm getting all hot and juicy again."
"Mmm, I'll say."
"Uuuummmm, I'm almost ready to cum," Emily gasped.
"I can hold a while now. I have a lot of stamina now. I may fuck you two all night!"
"Yesss! Yessss!" Emily's eyes rolled as her passion filled her and made her oblivious to everything but the consuming fire in her body. Her breasts were being enveloped in hot flames, her belly was about to erupt in burning spasms. She too had found her new life, the new self that no longer had to hide her sexual appetites. She could scream them from the rooftops. George had said he wanted to marry her, and she knew now that the words had not just been part of the plan to catch Mr. Damien off guard. He did love her, he did want her! And he didn't mind if her body was shared by others. Right now, Damien was claiming his prize.
"What a hot spot!" he said as he humped and jacked his prick into her cunt.
"I'm hottt! Sooo hot! I'm-I'm-"
"Let it go!"
"Cuumminnngg!"
Margo flung her legs around George's flying hips and let her own excitement explode in tune with the cries of the other woman. "Yesss, me too! Give it to me, give it to me!"
George didn't need any encouragement. He smacked against the young body with its hips lifted to meet him. He felt his balls hit her ripe round ass with each stroke. Like Damien, he could hold his cum, save it for repeated thrusts into those two lovely cunts.
"Aaahhh! Ooohhh!" The girl's body stiffened with the final throes of need then lunged at him as she reached a glorious climax. He felt her hot load bathe his hard prick and make the tunnel a slippery hole of slush.
When he finished, he saw that Damien and Emily had rolled over. Emily was lying atop the man now and her beautiful white rump was open in invitation.
"Jeez!"
Margo saw his glance.
"Go ahead," she said, giving him a shove. "Do it! I want to watch--I want to see her take both of you!" That was enough to convince him. He quickly climbed off Margo and came up behind Emily's ass. He pulled the buttocks apart and directed his dripping wet cock at the tiny puckered asshole.
"Oooo, don't you need any Vaseline like you did for me?" Margo asked as he pushed his cockhead against the tight muscle.
"No, my dick's slimy enough now. God, I'm so wet I could fill a jar of my own!" He pressed onto the spot.
Margo licked her lips and hunched close to the three forms on the bed.
Emily groaned and mashed her mouth against Damien's eager lips. His tongue thrust into the cavity and excited her. His hard cock was still jammed into her cunt, pulling at the muscles because of the upside down angle at which he entered her. She could feel the tight pull of his crotch hair on her clitoris. She was ready to scream with delight.
Then she felt the new sensation. George was forcing a penetration of her asshole. She tried to relax to help him. She let go of Damien's tongue and gasped deeply for air, deep breaths to calm her and let her muscles loosen so George could complete the anal penetration. His cock opened the tight hole, hovered, slipped in. His cock juice and the cunt juice from Margo burned her rectum, but then the burn was soothed by the instant wash of preseminal fluid that wet the narrow tunnel. George pushed deeper.
"You're all the way in!" Margo said with surprised delight. "Right to your balls!"
"Yeah!" George felt like his cock had been sucked into a sausage machine. Her rectum trapped his cock and held it tightly. He let his liquids lubricate the canal and then began to rock slowly.
Emily could only gasp. Damien enjoyed the pleasure-filled face and twitched his cock inside her cunt. Even he could feel the pressure of the other prick bulging and slipping against his own.
Emily groaned. The two cocks almost touched inside her. She was more excited than she had ever been, ever would be. She was at the supreme moment of life and love. Never had she experienced anything so violent as the need she felt now. Yet she was helpless to move, helpless even to cry out her need. She was caught between the two throbbing, pulsating cocks.
Then, as though sensing the pitch she'd reached, both pricks exploded in her. They poured out their wonderful hot semen, filling her vagina and rectum with molten lava of love. She swirled on dizzy heights of excitement and then plummeted over the brink of violent and complete orgasm. She felt the rush of her secretions to answer the burning, filling cum that the two men poured into her.
Her cry was like an animal in heat caught in the finality of copulation. "UUUuuuhhhhh!" The two pricks pounded and met inside her. The world swirled and spun around Emily until her orgasm finally ended. Even then, she lay in limp exhaustion as George climbed off and Damien rolled her gently to the bed.
"I've never seen anything so wonderful!" Margo declared. "Before this night is over, I want you both to do it to me!"
The two men looked at her and laughed. "Okay," her father said. "But you'll have to give an old man time to recuperate." He winked at her and at George. "Shall we say ten minutes?"
They laughed, and Margo fell across the two men, pinning them to the bed with her slender young body. "Okay, but I'll make sure it's not any longer than that!" Her hands and lips were already on their bellies, searching and encouraging. She looked at George. "One of those nice showers you give might pep us up!"
He grinned and nodded. "Think there's room for all of us in one shower stall?"
She shrugged. "Who knows, but it will be fun to try. How about it, Emily? You're not quitting, are you?"
Emily opened her eyes and saw the three smiling faces. "No, I'm still in the game."
With quick leaps, they were on their feet and headed for the shower. Tomorrow was a long way off.
