It is really rare that a manuscript quite like Balling Her Neighbor's Son reaches any publisher's desk, and rarer still when it happens to be accompanied by a writer like Iris Bright.
Because no one could be like Iris Bright. And if she did exist, no one could think and act like Iris Bright. Miss Bright (she isn't married and we can't somehow bring ourselves to use the term Ms) has a teen-aged son and a teen-aged daughter and, totally speculative of course, they have an "understanding" going between the three of them. As a matter-of-fact, Miss Bright freely admits to the information that she and her children sat around several late evenings plotting Balling Her Neighbor's Son, and that her children read her manuscript pages as she finished them ... and offered her suggestions for changes and helpful little hints as to how she can really "soup it up" here and there.
A most peculiar home and hearth arrangement. They've promised to let us watch next time. Perhaps we should prevail upon Miss Bright to write her own true story for Surrey House, Inc. It would have to be far different from Shelly's story.
Shelly is the super-sex-star of Balling Her Neighbor's Son ... the nice neighbor lady who fell in love with that very same uncommonly well set up young man, shortly after she had the thorough pleasure of copping the kid's cherry.
A nurse in her professional life, she has no end of men to take care of ... or parts of men's bodies that need the most special, localized, attention. Even if one of those same men happens to be the father of her virile, ever-up, little boy lover.
And, of course, the big dog with his devilishly clever twists and turns.
You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey Collectors Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult reading will want them, side by side on their private book shelves for definite re-reading and ready reference.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
She saw him standing there just outside her front door, just like she frequently saw him, only now she took a closer look. Shelly had always liked Bob, the rangy sixteen-year-old son of her closest neighbor, and he was a frequent visitor to her house. Only today he looked different.
Bob stood a good six-feet tall and had enough meat on his frame to qualify him for the high school football team. Yes, sir, he didn't look like any sixteen-year-old Shelly had ever seen before. Damned few sixteen-year-olds had a crotch on them like Bob had, sticking way out there like that and practically bulging in her face, and the outline of it-his thing, his pecker; for some reason Shelly was having difficulties framing the word cock in her mind-reached way down his thigh, hanging heavy and tightly against his leg and almost twitching sex signals at her tired body and aching mind.
She remembered coming home from work just minutes before Bob's loud knock on the door ... her body aching in every muscle as she dragged herself up the three wrought-iron steps to the double glass doors of her duplex. She slid the key into the lock-his ... pecker ... would slide in just as easily-and turned it. Man, what a day, those old farts don't need angels of mercy, they need longshoremen for their needs!
"Oh, hi, Bob," Shelly said, trying to smile. "Come on in...."
Shelly made her way into the cozy living room and collapsed on the sofa. I love the work and those people sure as hell need help, but Christ, they sure do a body in.
Shelly worked as a nurse's aide in a medical hospital in the geriatric ward. She'd no intention of doing nursing work until she literally fell into it a year ago when she found herself divorced with no formal training in which to support herself. She had applied for work as a secretary, but her typing left something to be desired. She had applied for work as a waitress, but found she was not much of a glass balancer. She had applied for work as a barmaid, but didn't know one drink form another as she had never been much of a drinker. Then out of sheer desperation she had applied for work in the hospital as kitchen help, because she could cook, if only to supply her basic needs. The administrator of the hospital had interviewed Shelly and decided she had not had the experience in mass cooking that was necessary for such a huge establishment. In despair, Shelly walked out of his office and nearly fell over a wheelchair loaded to overflowing with an obese lady decked out in her best geriatric finery. She wore a pink satin quilted robe covered with ropes and brightly colored beads. On her head was a bright pink hat with a sagging brim loaded with flowers of assorted colors. Her fingers were loaded with cheap rings of mock diamonds, rubies, and emeralds.
"How pretty you look!" Shelly exclaimed.
"Have you seen Herbert?" the old lady smiled, "I can't find Herbert and it's time for bed."
"Who's Herbert?" Shelly questioned.
"Herbert is my husband, dear. I wouldn't go to bed without Herbert. Have you seen him?"
"No, but I'll help you look for him. Where would he be?"
At that moment the administrator called to Shelly, "Mrs. Wooten, would you please come back in here a moment?"
Shelly smiled at the old lady in the wheelchair, gave her a peck on the cheek, and promised to return and help her find Herbert in a minute. Then she hurried into the administrators office.
"Do you like older people?" the administrator questioned.
"Yes. Why?" she asked with a smile.
"Not everyone does, you know. Now Sadie, there ... that's who you were talking to ... can be quite trying at times, but you seemed to enjoy her. Have you ever thought of working with these people?"
Shelly shook her head.
"Why don't you report in tomorrow for the seven-to-three shift and we'll see how you like the work. We just might make a nurse's aide out of you: The main requirement is love and concern for these people."
Shelly readily agreed. At the door of the administrator's office, she found that Sadie was nowhere in sight. Shelly looked questioningly at the administrator.
"Sadie went looking for Herbert," he explained, "he's dead you know-has been for twenty years. Sadie looks for him every day; that's how she spends her time."
That was the beginning of Shelly's career as a nurse and she loved it, although she now lay completely pooped, looking and feeling worse than any of her patients ever could have felt.
Bob followed Shelly into the kitchen where she poured coffee into the guts of her perculator. He opened the refrigerator in search of a Coke. Shelly kicked off her white nurses shoes.
"Be back in a minute, Bob, I gotta get this damned uniform off." She left tugging at her front zipper. "Damn!" she muttered.
"What's the matter?" Bob yelled from the kitchen.
"This stupid zipper is stuck," she ansered, returning to the kitchen. Rummaging through a drawer, she searched for a pair of plyers to loosen the zipper. Bob turned her around by the shoulders and reached for the jammed zipper.
"Don't break it, Bob. I'd hate to try and put a full-length zipper in this dumb uniform. Sewing is not one of my talents."
"What are your talents?" Bob looked up from his struggles with her uniform and gave her a smile and a wink.
Smart alec! You're a doll, but Mama's too old. Damn good-looking kid. Very mod, but definitely too young. Shelly continued to survey Bob. He had the most beautiful brown eyes and at times they had a definite twinkle, a knowing twinkle, for only being sixteen. His hair was about the length of a lady's shag, but he was no lady. Shelly noticed the very masculine hands that were tugging at her zipper.
Bob gave one last tug at the zipper and it gave way, like all the way down to the hem line of Shelly's uniform.
"Thanks, Bob," Shelly muttered and turned to leave the kitchen. Only Bob stood directly in her pathway to the hall.
"Pretty slip," he said, almost in a whisper. His eyes rested on the lace network that did not fully cover the fullness of her breasts.
"The only way I know I'm a woman and not a heavy duty operator is to wear something feminine underneath my uniform," she said as she stepped to the side to go around Bob. He side-stepped too, and was again in front of her.
"I can see you are feminine, and not only by the lace. But I don't know if you are going to need any more help or not, like with getting out of that dress," and with those words he took the neck of the uniform and peeled it down and backward, far enough to pin her arms to her sides.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? Let go, I want to get out of this damn thing" Shelly's eyes were snapping now.
Bob looked down at Shelly's jutting breasts, which were forced forward and upward to the point of bursting all that lace.
"I want to see what's under there!" He released her abruptly. He thrust his big hands into the front of her bra with the inexperience of a virgin sixteen-year-old boy suddenly hit with the urge to screw.
Something had to give and it did. With the thrust of Bob's big paws into Shelly's already bursting bra, the lace split, the bra snaps gave way and all that lace fell to her waist leaving nothing to Bob's imagination. There were those big tits, capped by nipples that caused Bob to moan low in his throat, "Oh, God."
He could not take his eyes off Shelly's immense olives, but he made no attempt to touch her. He'd expected a hell of a good feel, but here she stood with full-rounded boobs pointing straight back at his rounded eyes.
"You ever felt tits before?" Shelly asked.
Bob shook his head no.
Reaching for his hand, she placed it on her breast. Bob looked into her eyes and shivered with awe. Shelly took one of his fingers and guided it around and around the pinker part of her breast and finally put his finger directly on her nipple, which by now was eagerly awaiting his young touch.
"Far out," he whispered.
"Pinch my tits, Bob ... only gently, not like you were playing football."
Bob took her pink buds between his fingers and ever so gently he pinched her tits.
"Okay, sonny boy, play time is over. You've had a look. You've had a feel. Now go home!" Shelly shrugged his hands away.
"I feel like messing around!" Bob enveloped her in his young strong arms.
"Well, I don't. Not with you! Now beat it!"
"No, ma'am!" He crushed her half naked body to his and slammed his lips down on hers.
Shelly squirmed. She couldn't move! Bob held her so close to his body, she couldn't get away. His lips released hers. "Let's go in the bedroom and get it on," he gasped.
"Get out of here, Bob. I don't intend to get it on with you!"
"Come on, baby," and he dragged her toward the bedroom.
"Sonofabitch, Bob, let me alone!"
Bob bent over and whispered in her ear, "I am going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you, chick. Either with or without your permission!"
"You little bastard! You're going to let me alone! Go get a chick your own age." Then more softly, Shelly coaxed, "Go home, Bob."
Bob decided since the couch was closer than the bedroom, to use it. He firmly pushed Shelly down on the couch, her naked breasts jiggled at the quick movement.
"Kids are not my bag, now get lost!" Shelly was furious at being slung on the couch.
"Why the put-down, Shelly? You don't know what I've got in my pants. I'm a hell of a long way from being a kid!" Bob pivoted Shelly on her ass so that she was long-ways on the couch. Like a cat, he was on top of her. She kept her legs together. He held her head between his big hands and brought his lips down hard on hers.
She turned her head to the side! He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. His lips burned into hers. Shelly whimpered under the hardness of his kiss.
He looked into her eyes and whispered gently, "I'm sorry. I didn't really mean to hurt you, Shelly."
"A real man doesn't bruise his partner."
Shelly was wriggling herself to the side of the couch. Bob was right on. Her leg slipped off the side of the couch and she made a quick attempt to slip out from under him. Bob saw his chance. Her leg dropping was his change to move in. He pressed between her legs.
"Hey, Bob, this isn't right." He felt so warm to her love spot, even through their clothes. "You gotta quit this. Man, this is wrong," she whispered. His lips came down on hers, gently this time.
Shelly felt herself begin to weaken. She felt flushed. Bob nibbled her lips. He tongued his way to her ear and thrust his tongue in.
"No, no, no," Shelly begged.
"Yes," he breathed into her ear.
Shelly knew if she didn't stop Bob short, she would be past the point of no return. She had to get away! She squirmed under his body. Bob paid no attention to her protesting gestures. He was kissing and tonguing her neck. His hot mouth moved down to her breasts. Kissing her nipples, his hands slid to her hips.
Since he was working his way down, the best escape was up and away. Shelly give one last lunge upward and wound up flat on the floor. Bob fell with her.
"You want it on the floor? I'll ram it to you wherever you want it."
"Bob, I can't seem to get through to you, baby, I don't want it at all!" Shelly snarled.
"You want it, chick! You're cunt is hot enough to burn a hole in my pants! That won't do at all." He slid her uniform, slip, and pantyhose off in one easy motion.
Shelly's fight was about over! She felt him press down on her nude body. He was hard and warm. His hands ran exploringly over her hips, her breasts, and up to her neck. He cradled her face in his hands and so gently his lips parted and he kissed her with all the warmth and passion of an experienced lover.
Shelly responded by tonguing his teeth and she thrust uncontrollable jabs of her tongue into his moist cavity. Her hips pushed up to meet him. She flung her arms around his neck with wild abandonment. He pumped his hips to meet hers. He breathed into her ear, "Now the bed?"
She nodded. He released her and helped her up.
Together they walked to the bed. Shelly slid onto the cool satin spread to await her lover. Bob eagerly pulled his velour shirt over his head. He unbuckled his wide leather belt. Tugging at his pants, he panted, "Now see if I'm a kid!"
Shelly stared at his prick! Wow! What a magnificent dick! It was huge! He was no kid! This was a man coming to her. She lifted her arms to him. His hot young body slid between her wide spread legs. Their bodies pressed together. He kissed her wetly and passionately.
Shelly felt the heat of desire fill her body. Her breath came in short gasps. Her cunt was wet. Right or wrong, she wanted this young stud, NOW!
Bob's mouth opened wildly, slurping kisses from her. He made his way to her neck with his tongue.
"Take me, Bob! Give it to me!" Shelly cried.
Bob's rigid flesh found her drooling slit and plunged into her cuntal mouth.
Her body was hot against his. He began to pump it to her with strong jabs of his shaft. Shelly met his every thrust with an eager lunging of her sex cavity. She sucked up his dong with her cunt! Harder and harder he jammed it at her. Faster and faster he rammed it to her. Shelly's head was reeling. She could barely get her breath. What a good fuck! Her arms clutched at his back! Her nails bit his flesh. She screamed with his penetrations, "Faster, faster! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Her cunt met every thump of his rigid pole, thump after thump after thump.
"I'm going off, baby, here it comes...."
Shelly's juices met his in the wildest orgasm of her life, AAAAIIIIEEEE!
They clutched each other in a moment of torrid ecstasy.
"Oh, God, what a balling!" he panted.
They lay there hooked up with the cum oozing from her tunnel. She felt the juices run down her crack. Bob's organ lay spent in her sopping cave.
In complete exhaustion, they dozed.
Shelly awoke to the throbbing of his shaft in her vagina. It was hard again! Her vaginal muscles snapped him up as she snaked his rod deeper and deeper into her cave.
He felt the pull in and in and in. Shelly's hands grasped his ass and tried to pull his dong in further.
"Christ, it's going to come out my mouth!" she whispered.
"You sure fuck good!" Bob breathed hotly.
He began spearing her tunnel slowly. In and out, in and out. Slowly and deeply. Her hole met his dick in matched rhythm.
His mouth came down hotly on hers. He thrust his tongue into her. She eagerly returned her tongue to his mouth for him to suck.
His strong young hands slid under her ass and lifted her cunt to his prick. He jabbed her faster now. She could feel his balls hit her with every bang he gave her.
He began to speed up his screwing of her hole. He rode high in the saddle so with his every thrust his body hit her clit!
This clit hitting sent shots of burning fire through Shelly. Bob was grunting his prick home. The animal desire beating in his dong pushed it harder and faster into her cunt.
"Jam it, jam it! Come in me. Come in me. Fuck me, fuck me," Shelly begged. She was on a sex-trip that wouldn't stop. She was hot enough to have melted that pole inside her. Her head twisted fervently side to side. Bob's body was wet with perspiration. He jammed it to her, thrust after thrust after thrust. He felt the hot sticky cum shoot out his prick, shot after shot....A AAA AIIIIEEEEE!
She slurped up his cum with her cunt and went off with him ... A A AIIIIEEEEE!
"God, what a shaggin'," he moaned, rolling off her, his limp cock unplugging from her cum-filled slit.
They lay side by side, done in. Shelly gazed at Bob. His young body so firm and tan. His chest was covered with curly brown hair, all wet with perspiration. His wide chest tapered to a narrow waist. His hard hips housed that magnificent prick that now lay limp and pussy-wet. That dick covered with cum and well spent was more a pole than most men had with a full hard-on.
Shelly's eyes darted up his body to his young face. His eyes were closed peacefully, fringed with long, curling lashes. The straight nose rose majestically above his carefully trimmed, full mustache. He had full lips still wet with saliva. His chin was firm. His face reflected hard youth, yet, when he smiled, it was a boyish tenderness.
Regret hit Shelly hard in the gut. I shouldn't have let him do it. I couldn't have bodily have fought him. I guess I really wanted to try that young prick. I'm terrible! I could have put him down verbally. God, he was good, but that's no excuse! I should have known better. He's so young. He was so innocent! Damn, what got into me? It was wrong, wrong, wrong! I can't blame him; he wanted to fuck, oh, God. I wanted him, too. I should have kept control of the situation. After all, I'm older and I knew better! It'll never happen again! Women my age just don't go around screwing sixteen-year-old boys!
CHAPTER TWO
Bob left Shelly shortly after dusk. He had a football game to participate in that evening, and as a necessity he had to report in to his mother for dinner and high-tail it to the high school.
Shelly lay depleted and naked on her satin spread staring at the ceiling. Her eyes began surveying her surroundings as if to wipe out the screwing that had just occurred. Her bedroom was plush and in good taste. The lavender spread was dotted with furry-shag throw pillows in various shades of lavender and purple.
Shelly rolled her lovely naked body over on her belly and felt the cool satin caress the length of her body. I could kick myself in the ass for those little antics. Sonofabitch, what will Martha think if she ever finds out?
But Bob would never tell Martha what had happened that afternoon, but then you never know what a youngster will gloat about. But certainly not to his own mother.
Guilt seized Shelly in the belly. She raised her body from the king-size bed and darted across the bedroom, her boobs swinging gingerly with her rapid race to the bathroom. She felt nauseated at the thought of Bob telling his mother, Martha, that she, Shelly, was teaching him the ins and outs of fancy fucking. Shelly raised the toilet seat and her gut heaved forth a spray of vomit.
Shelly dragged herself over to the sink, picked up the avacado colored glass, filled it with water followed by a good stiff shot of mouth rinse. She gazed at her nude body in the mirror over the sink. Breasts that were full and rounded tipped with pink buds, a waist that was slim and hips that offered pleasure to the feel of her hands. That nest was covered with long sikly black hair and covered the entrance to a valley of paradise. "Not bad for a woman my age," she said and sighed, "but of all the men looking for snatch, why did I decide to take on a sixteen-year-old boy?" She mused to herself, He sure as hell isn't built like a sixteen-year-old boy. Hell, he isn't built like a thirty-year-old-man, that kid is built like a brick shithouse. Fantastic! She remembered his spent pole was bigger than most men with a good hard-on.
Shelly couldn't help but think of Martha.
Martha had been a high fashion model in her youth. She was conscious of every new wrinkle. Her main occupation in life was to tell everyone within earshot of her many operations. She had a face lift one year, a nose job the next. Then came the silicone shots to push her boobs up and out.
Martha had long bleached blonde hair that was always done in a French twist. Her make-up was perfectly applied. Her blue eyes were emphasized with blue eye-liner and blue eye-shadow. She was a health food nut. Wheat germ was a must in her daily diet.
She was not gung-ho on sex as she was sure her one child, Bob, had ruined her shape. It was all Mike's fault. Mike was Bob's father and if he hadn't have wanted a child, Martha never would have been pushed out of the modeling business. True, Martha had gone from a size three to a size seven, but she still had a figure that would catch anyone's eye.
And besides, sex ruined her hair-do. Her hair caused Martha several hours work when it had to be redone.
Still, Martha was Shelly's best friend and had been for several years. It was Martha that had been Shelly's witness during her divorce. Martha was johnny on the spot for any imaginable reason.
After the arrival of Bob, Martha took it upon herself to protect Bob from his father ... the beast that had ruined her career. Martha protected Bob from his school teachers, employers, friends, life in general and if need be, from the whole United States of America.
Martha saw to it Bob had all the latest fashions (another love of her life was clothes), a new sports car, money and whatever he wanted. Martha was in complete control of Bob's life.
Shelly flicked her tits with her forefingers, jumped up and exclaimed to herself, "Let's you, tits, and you, cunt, go looking for an experienced lover and get it on!"
She strode into the bathroom and began running her bath water. She ran it hot and steaming and full to the top of the tub. Before stepping into the tub, she decided she better douche and get Bob's cum out of her feverish hole before she filled it with someone else's. After her douche, she slid into the tub and submerged her body, all except her peaked tips seemed to insist on floating on top of the water.
She allowed herself time to soak and then began sudsing herself from her full domes, down her soft belly and into her cunt. Rinsing herself, she stepped out on the orange bathrug and roughly towled herself dry. This towling turned her whole body a rosy pink and she trod her rosy self into the lavender bedroom to dress.
She chose a black lace bra that cupped her full breasts but left her rosy tips peering eagerly over the top of the scanty lace. Her black lace bikini panties scantly covered their black nest. She pulled on a sleeveless, black mini dress. The neckline clung lowly to her curves. She slipped into gold sandals and carelessly flung on a gold chain around her neck. She combed her hair loosely below her shoulders and, for a final touch, applied a dab of heavy cologne.
Picking up her gold crushed velvet coat, she sauntered out the door.
Her old Ford quickly sped her to a bar that was recommended for singles. She pushed the heavy Spanish doors open and flipped her way up to the bar. She managed to flip herself onto a barstool between two very attractive men. She took a cigarette from her gold case and held it to her full lips. The big man on her side immediately went into attentive action and offered her a light. She smiled in appreciation. The bartender took her order for a vodka collins and the big man slid a $20 bill out to pay for Shelly's drink.
"And thank you again, kind sir. I seem to be indebted to you twice now," she smiled up into his deeply tanned face.
He smiled back, lowering his eyes to the lowness of her neckline and appreciating the view of the half domes that were trying to escape the bondage of that tight black mini.
"Are you from around here?" Shelly turned slightly toward him to present him with a full view of her fabulous breasts.
"I'm working on a job just outside of town. I work on heavy equipment. Construction, you know."
Shelly put her elbow on the bar and leaned closer to him. "How interesting," she said and smiled. "That explains the deep tan."
His eyes were definitely blue, even in the dim light of the cocktail lounge. With all that blond hair he looked more like a lifeguard with muscles ready to spring into action.
He turned to face her and also improve his view of the deep valley that beckoned from between those two magnificent mounds. His gaze slipped down past the narrow waist to the full hips that were barely covered by the mini skirt.
When he asked her to dance it was mainly to see her' climb down off the high bar stool ... and it was worth it. She slid one lone slim leg to the floor and with this action, her mini skirt clung tight around her firm buttocks and hips. The black lace from her panties was exposed against the whiteness of her thigh. She hesitated a moment to give him full benefit .of the sight, and then brought her other leg down off the bar stool rung to the floor. They walked hand in hand to the dance floor, he slightly behind her to survey the gentle swaying of her hips as she walked.
Once on the dance floor, Shelly melted into his arms. He was a fabulous dancer. He engulfed her body with his muscular arm so tightly that his hand could feel the gentle rising of her breasts on the other side. They swayed to the soft music and their bodies were seared together as one. His lips brushed her cheek. Her arms entwined behind his neck. His breathing became heavy and Shelly could feel his stiff rod poking against her belly.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered in a hot breath.
Without a word, Shelly picked up her coat as the big man guided her out the door.
He guided her to his gold Challenger hard top, and she slid into the deep bucket seat and was enfolded by it. She noticed the big man smelled good, must be Jade East after-shave lotion.
They sped off into the night, the lights of the city sparkling against the black velvet of the night. He's about my age, and really ruggedly handsome. This ought to be a piece that will blot out that young buck.
The car purred along the freeway to the off ramp that housed one of the most plush motor hotels in town. "Ever made it on a water bed?" he questioned.
Shelly motioned in the negative, but the thought was provocative. "One jab and you can rock home on the tide," she mused.
The man made the necessary arrangements and escorted Shelly to a room at the far end of a long row of motel rooms. They walked in and he flicked on the lights which cast an amber glow on what had to be the biggest water bed Shelly had ever seen. It was a King size mass encased in a wooden frame that rested on the floor. The covering was a golden brocade spread and upon turning the spread back, gold satin sheets gave all the invitation that was necessary.
Shelly sat on the edge of the bed and as she did so, the satin sheets rippled from the movement of water underneath. "Bitchin," she whispered.
The man joined her, causing larger waves because of his weight. He encircled Shelly's body with one strong arm and gently pulled her back on the satin sheets. So cool and slippery. He leaned over her and took her mouth in a gentle moist kiss. "Baby, you're beautiful," he murmured. His hand caressed her breasts, lingered on the exposed flesh just above the neckline, and moved on down to caress her rounded hips. She felt all warm and comfy and encircled his shoulders with her bare silky arms.
He slid his hand under her back and found the zipper and quite deftly pulled it down. He raised on his shoulder and slipped the black mini down to her waist. Shelly wiggled and lifted her ass so he could slip the dress completely off. Her peaked breasts pushed and strained at the scanty lace enclosure and he could see the pink buds spill over the top of her bra. He lunged hungrily at her tits and as his hand cupped one full breast, his mouth eagerly sucked the whole peak while his tongue made darting motions across the erect nipple. As he sucked, Shelly's hips started to sway gently side to side to the touch of his other hand.
His hand worked her panties down over her thighs and as soon as the black lace fell to the floor, his full lips released her tit and he began tonguing his way down her belly. He nibbled and kissed her soft body that was responding with more definite sways of the flanks. He continued to tongue his way down to her bush and buried his face in the silky hair, nuzzling her.
Shelly threw her arms up over her head in absolute submission and spread her legs so he could claim paradise. His tongue slid into the hot wet slit and found her clit. With both hands he spread her labial lips wide to expose her cunt in all its glory. His tongue darted over her clit and his teeth gently nibbled the protruding bud.
Shelly felt the tingles begin in her toes, felt them work their way up as he sucked and nibbled at her clit. Then just as the tingles burst into the heat of passion, his tongue thrust into her eager cunt and she thrust her box forward to meet his jabbing tongue and her vaginal muscles went wild with contractions and ... AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE....
Her juices gushed to bathe his lapping tongue. Her knees closed against his head as if to hold him there forever. Her hips leaped up to his face and fell. She lay exhausted.
The man stood up and with the sudden movement, the waves of the bed made Shelly woozy. She opened her eyes and her gaze followed the man, partly so she could steady her seasick head and partly to .watch him as he began to loosen his tie. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off the arms so firm with muscles. His chest was covered with curly blond hair that did not succeed in covering his hard muscles. He unbuckled his belt and in one movement slid pants and shorts to the floor. His pecker rose tall and hard as he stood over Shelly. His blond pubic hair was curled tightly and his balls were full and well rounded.
He stood there letting Shelly take in the full view of his naked body. He looked like a bronzed god in all his splendor, the amber lights of the room illuminating his beautifully developed body.
Shelly reached her arms to him, palms upward, in a pleading gesture. He bent to her, his balls firm between his legs. He lay down beside her, took her in his mammoth arms and drew her to him. He kissed her gently as their bodies touched and the warmth melted them together. His arms held her close and their kisses became more passionate as their lips parted in mutual need and Shelly tsngued his teeth and then began jabbing into his warm moist cavity. His answer came immediately as he thrust his tongue into her warm, succulent mouth, promising more pleasure to come.
His big hands began caressing her full breasts, resting his fingers momentarily on her hard nipples to give a gentle pinch to each erect peak. His hands slid down the velvety soft body to fully curved hips. After caressing her full buttocks, which by now had begun gently to move to his hard body and fall away in rhythmic motions, his hand came to rest on her nest. He gently stroked her fur and as the passion of their kisses mounted, he slid his hand into her slit, down to her hole and thrust in two fingers. He began to work his fingers in and out of her cuntal mouth which was already wet in anticipation. His every thrust of fingers was met with her response of a forward thrust of hips.
"Baby, I don't want to finger-bang. Man, I want your dick in me," she whispered.
"In a minute I'll give you the fucking of your life, but first, let's do it differently."
The big man in one wild motion flipped Shelly on her belly and spread-eagled her legs. He mounted her from the rear and began to dog it to her. He snubbed his huge cock to her rectum and pushed. Gently but rapidly, all the while kissing and tonguing the back of her neck and smooth white shoulders. He slid both hands around her hips to her pussy and slid fingers from both hands into her crack and spread her apart. While he plunged and retracted his pecker in and out of her anus, his fingers massaged her clit.
Her hands clutched at the amber satin sheets and her head twisted from side to side, the water bed joggled furiously under the jabs of the big man. Shelly's hips moved in torrid jerks, not knowing from where she received the most pleasure, the jabs of his cock in the ass or the clit tickling in the front.
The man hunched up on his knees, lifting Shelly's ass high in the air via prick and he slid his fingers into her hole and as he thrust his dong in and out, he could feel his own movements through the skin that separated her cunt from her back hole. This seemed to give him an added thrill and his breathing became heavier. His tonguing of her neck and shoulders became small bites of her soft flesh.
Shelly was in her own world of ecstasy as she squirmed passionately under his movements. Her hips worked side to side as well as alternating frontward to his hand in her cunt and backward, to his pole in her ass.
"Fuck me in the ass! Fuck me in the ass, oh give it to me, harder, harder!" she screamed.
"I'll give it to you, baby, and here I go ... AAAAHIIEEEE." His last thrust sent Shelly soaring into bliss and she exploded into her own cum.
"AAAAAIIHIIEEEEEE."
He lay there on top of her, depleted and spent. "Oh, honey, that was tight and good," he mumbled into her long black hair.
"I never had an ass-fucking so good," she said.
The water bed, too, seemed to be relaxing as the rough water subsided into gentle ripples and finally quieted to full rest.
The man gently pulled his juice-soaked fingers from her cunt. He pulled his spent brown-streaked rod out of her rectum and rolled off her onto his back. Under the shifting of his weight, the water beneath them surged into motion again.
"This damn water bed is going to rock me to sleep," the man muttered. "The evening is young yet, I want to give it to you again, like several times more."
"Go to sleep for a while, we'll wake up and ball some more." Shelly smiled and rolled over so her body caressed his and she put her head on his shoulder and was encircled by his massive arms. "Good night, Bob."
"Sonofabitch, lady, my name isn't Bob!" The man reared to a sitting position, letting Shelly fall flat on the jiggling sheets. "I give you a hell of a good fucking and you're laying there thinking about some other bastard. What the hell is with you, you got so many men you can't keep them straight? You two-bit slut, thanks for nothing." And with those choice words, the big man leaped out of bed, donned his clothes in one hell of a hurry, slammed out the door, and left Shelly stunned.
"What the hell did he think he had, a thirty-eight-year-old virgin?" Shelly said aloud.
CHAPTER THREE
Shelly's alarm burst forth it's scream at 5:30 A.M.
"Oh, shit! Already another day!" she moaned as she dragged herself out of bed, trod through the thick purple carpeting over to the dresser and snapped the alarm clock to silence. The bedroom was chilly to her skin so she quickly went down the hall to the warmer living room. Shelly seated her bare ass on the smooth softness of her gold velvet couch, snapped on the antiqued white lamp and picked up her pack of cigarettes from the glass-topped coffee table.
She poked a filter tip cigarette into her luscious mouth and struck a match. The match burst into flame, shooting sparks in every direction, even into her pubic hair. "Sonofabitch, a goddamn brush fire!" she shrieked, jumping up, slapping at the hot spark that lit on her mound. She sat back down, caressing her nest, feeling the pain subside. She dragged on the cigarette, French inhaled it while her hand slipped from her pussy down into her slippery crack. She sat there enjoying her smoke while she ran her finger down her slit.
"Hmmmmmmmm," she hummed to herself and brought her heels up on the couch and spread her legs to enable her to run her finger into her cuntal slit. She decided to increase her enjoyment and slid two fingers into her cunt and began to gently move them in and out. She could feel herself all warm and begin to juice up her fingers. Her fingers slid out of her hole and up to her clit, which she ever so softly squeezed and released. A little twinge went all through her naked body. She snubbed out her cigarette, deciding to give herself the full treatment of a joyful cum.
While one hand massaged her breast and flicked at her tits, the other hand twitted her clit. She was really beginning to turn herself on and in her anticipation of cumming, she took the hand from her clit and tasted of the juices that came from her cunt. The saliva of her warm mouth mixed with the wetness of her cunt had served to further excite her. She took some saliva on her fingers back to her clit and added the wetness from her mouth to the wetness of her slit. She repeated this routine until she felt herself all hot and ready and then she flicked her tits again and eagerly rushed her fingers from her clit down her crack and into her cavity and began thrusting her fingers in and out. She moved her hips to each thrust and the surge of cum burst into her fingers.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE," she gasped and the jazz ran through her fingers and down her crack. She lay her head back to enjoy the full effect of her self-imposed orgasm.
Fully recovered, she picked herself up and went to the kitchen to go through the morning ritual of making coffee. While the coffee was perking, she went to the bathroom and began to run her bath water. She stepped into the cold bath water with the hopes it would revive her to a lively self after her cum and then, too, after taking on two men the night before, she was a little flaked out. The bath did it and she stepped briskly out of the tub and brusquely toweled herself dry.
She strapped her full melons into a new lace bra, remembering the young hands of Bob that had torn her other lace bra to shreds.
The thought of Bob's young strong hands touching her breasts brought on a wave of hotness. No you don't. You are not going to think about that young stud. You were a dumb turd to act like you did. Dumb Shit. Today you are going to go to work and concentrate on work. Forget that kid. You are a stupid ass! If Martha ever found out what you did to her son, even if he was ripe and ready, she'd have your skin. Sure, you enjoyed his prick like no other prick you've had, and he had been more than willing to stick it to you, but he's a sixteen-year-old kid and you are damn near middle aged. Stupid. Sonofabitch he was good! That damn dong of his nearly ran up and out my mouth. Bet he'd taste good to suck off. Shut up! You are going to work! Shelly fought with herself mentally.
She pulled on white pantyhose over her smooth skin. "No need to wear panties under pantyhose," she reasoned and tossed on her lacy slip and fresh uniform.
Returning to the kitchen, she slipped white stockinged feet into white nurse's shoes, drank a quick cup of coffee. Nearly 6:35. Better get my ass in gear.
Picking up her clean white sweater, she dashed out the door slamming it to a close and scurried to the car. Damn cold, she thought as she donned the sweater and switched on the motor. In minutes the car had warmed up and she drove at her usual mad pace to the hospital.
At morning report given by the charge nurse, Shelly had difficulty concentrating on which patient had what ailment during the night shift.
Shelly's thoughts kept going back to Bob and his young hard pole. The man she bedded on the aqua bed faintly crossed her mind, but it was Bob who occupied her thoughts. Wonder how he'd ever get that penis into my ass for an ass-fucking? Probably hurt like hell. Sure would like to feel that hot young tongue of his on my clit. Son of a fucking bastard, he turns me on.
Shelly's ears picked up the R.N.'s last words, "Trays are coming up. Now, Mrs. Wooten, if you have any trouble with Mr. Baker, you let me know and I'll help you." With a smile the R.N. returned to the nurse's station which was her exclusive domain. Morning report was given in the nurse's lounge.
Shelly Wooten could have kicked herself. What kind of trouble am I supposed to have with Mr. Baker? Shit, if I'd have been paying attention I'd have known.
The breakfast trays came on a cart from the kitchen. The nurse's aides took the trays to the patients whose names were on the tray; some patients had to be fed while others could manage by themselves. By the time the last tray was served, it was time to start picking up the first trays which had been completely cleared of food.
"No wonder some of these patients are so heavy. They eat like horses," Shelly remarked to one of the other aides.
After breakfast and all the trays were carted back to the kitchen Shelly picked up her assignment sheet at the nurse's station window. She had the usual seven patients, all of them men today. She made her initial rounds of her seven men and decided they all looked as normal as could be expected. They were all men from 50 years to the oldest patient in the hospital, 104. They all had a variance of ailments from alcoholism and cancer to just plain old age. She especially studied Mr. Baker, wondering what she was supposed to do for him that was so special.
Mr. Baker was a man of 50 and an on-and-off alcoholic. At the present, in addition to taking the cure, he had a kidney infection. A kidney infection meant a Foley Catheter, "and I'll bet you dollars to dog turds his catheter needs changing," Shelly muttered under her breath.
Shelly pulled back his covers and sure as hell, the bed was wet. The damn catheter was leaking. Mentally, Shelly surveyed all she had to do in the forthcoming hours and decided to attack Mr. Baker's catheter immediately.
She hurriedly walked to the utility room and took the catheter carton from the top shelf. She stopped to pick up some Normal Saline and a couple of emesis basins from farther down the shelves and returned to Mr. Baker's room.
"Always preserve the patient's privacy and dignity." She smiled at Mr. Baker as she closed the door and pulled the curtain around his bed. "We wouldn't want your neighbor to see what's going on, would we?"
Now Mr. Baker wasn't all that bad. He was a well-built man about 5'10", 165 pounds, beautiful blue eyes and dark hair that was graying at the temples.
"I'll bet you were a real heartbreaker before you came in here," Shelly winked.
"Oh I don't intend to stay, Mrs. Wooten, and when I get out I'll break a few more," he winked back.
"I'll bet you will," Shelly remarked.
Shelly was all business now, as the insertion of a catheter must be a sterile insertion. She pulled back Mr. Baker's covers and lifted his hospital gown to expose his genitals. The penis lay limp on his balls between his legs.
"Please spread your legs, Mr. Baker," Shelly ordered.
Mr. Baker was quick to obey. Shelly opened the kit and took out the plastic coated napkin with a hole in it that encircled the penis. She then put one emesis basin under the side connection of the catheter tubing and cut the tubing. The teaspoon of water that held the catheter in the penis dripped out, enabling Shelly to gently pull the tubing out of Mr. Baker's penis.
Efficiently, Shelly swabbed off Mr. Baker's sex organ and lay the new tubing still on it's sterile cardboard holder, on the napkin that encompassed his penis and balls. She expertly squeezed the lubricant the length of the new tubing when she felt Mr. Baker's hand feel up her leg, up under the white uniform until it came to rest in her crotch.
"Mr. Baker, stop that, you know I just put on the sterile gloves and can't bodily move your hand without messing up this whole catheter kit," Shelly was a little perturbed.
"I just want a feel," he said. "Who knows, you might like it."
Now Mr. Baker's hand was feeling the warm pussy that was housed in Shelly's white pantyhose.
"Mr. Baker, please, I have work to do."
"I'd like to work on you. Now that damn tubing is gone, are you going to deprive me of a few minutes pleasure? I'm a sick man, you know, and you are an angel of mercy. Are you going to be mean about it?" Mr. Baker was almost begging.
Shelly thought a minute and figured it wouldn't hurt to let him have a short feel. Mr. Baker had no intention of making it a short feel and he slid his hand between Shelly's thighs. Her cunt was warm to his touch and just what he needed to urge him on. He pushed his hand up into her crack and the pantyhose split the whole crotch out.
"Don't any of you nurse's wear undies?" Mr. Baker queried.
He was pleasantly surprised to feel his hand in direct contact with the seething hotness of a damp slit. Shelly permitted him to feel her hair and slide his finger in her hole and back his finger went to her asshole. He took his finger and shoved it into her asshole and began wiggling it around. Shelly was standing by his bedside and spread her legs as far as was possible in her uniform. She had thought of giving Mr. Baker his charge for the day and found she was enjoying it as much as he was. She looked down at Mr. Baker's dong and it had risen to the occasion and he definitely had a hard-on.
"How in the hell am I going to insert a catheter into that?" she asked.
"You're the nurse," he murmured, fully concentrating on his wiggling finger in her asshole. His finger slid out of her anus and worked its way back to her vagina. He began pumping his fingers in and out and her juices began to flow. She was wet and hot to his fingers. She just stood there, sterile hands gloved, and looked down at his purplish pulsating organ and could not hold back any longer. She bent to his crotch and began to kiss the curling hair that was his pathway to heaven. She nibbled at his balls and tongued her way to the tip of his dick. She kissed his throbbing pole and stuck the tip of her tongue into the opening of his prick. She kissed and nibbled the very tip of his organ and then as he gave a thrust of his fingers into her cunt, her beautiful mouth slid down to take in as much of his rigid flesh as she could. She began sucking wildly, almost like an animal.
Mr. Baker had some of his fingers working her channel and he thumbed her clit. Her hips swung forward to hit the side of the bed, while he continued to finger-bang her from the rear. She sucked and tongued his dick until....
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE," he moaned and one last thrust of his hand into her cunt sent her reeling."
"A AAAIIIIIEEEEE," she whispered and slammed her hips against the bed.
She lay there bent over the bed with his hand still in her hole and her face in his crotch.
"Let me lick you off," now it was Shelly begging his permission.
"Only if I can lick you off, baby," and he swung around until his head was hanging over the side of the bed.
She straddled his head with her thighs, her feet planted wide apart on the floor and baent to his wet prick. She began slurping and licking his shaft and trying to sucj more juice out of that spent pole.
His head was up under her uniform and his tongue searched for her slit cradled in all that long silky pubic hair. His tongue slipped easily into her crack all runny with cum and he began lapping and nibbling her clit. His tongue left her clit and moved to her hole and he thrust it in as though trying to crawl inside her. She felt his hot breath inside her and she breathed a little heavier and sucked his rubbery dick harder.
They were hooked up in this 69er position until he slid his tongue to her asshole and forced it in the tight opening. She could take no more of this tongue-fucking and she went off in shot after shot of juice all over his chin and down his neck.
AAAAIIIIEEEEEE....
They were both spent. But Shelly could not afford the luxury of leaving her face in his crotch any longer. It was only luck the R.N. hadn't come to check on her progress anyway.
She moved away from Mr. Baker's penis and took her thighs from the sides of his head. She shook her head as to clear her thinking as Mr. Baker straightened himself on the bed.
With that spent peter, Shelly deftly slid the catheter tubing into his relaxed muscle, took the syringe and inflated the ball that was in his bladder and completed the insertion of Mr. Baker's catheter.
Shelly Wooten cleared and discarded all the used materials, opened the curtains and prepared to leave.
The door opened and in stepped the R.N. and quizzed, "Are you finished already?"
"No trouble," Shelly muttered and left to check her work sheet for further duties.
Upon checking the work sheet, Shelly had to give Mr. Baker's roommate an enema. Her heart just wasn't in it but she began filling the enema bucket with soap suds and water that was exactly 105 degrees. One thing for certain, Shelly was a good nurse's aide and she was very careful not to do anything that would in any way be detrimental to the patient. The enema water was always a perfect 105 degrees.
She marched herself back into Mr. Baker's room and he smiled and asked, "Back for more?"
"No, man, I have work to do. Your buddy here gets an enema."
From the other bed came a beller, "You ain't gonna give me no damn enema, sister."
"Now, now, dear, it's to make you feel better."
"I feel fine now and I shit all night. Those dumb night girls said they'd mark it down. I don't need no fuckin' enema," the old man stormed.
Shelly put the enema bucket on the night stand, slipped on a disposable glove and pleaded, "Let me check your rectum and see if you need an enema or not. If not, I'll take my bucket and leave."
The old man was raging and clenching his fists. He was in his 70's and although he was small, when he became angry, he was a tyrant. Shelly surveyed the situation, debating whether she should restrain him during the enema procedure or get the help of another aide to hold his hands so he couldn't belt her. While she debated the situation, the old man growled, "You gimmy what you gave him (nodding to Mr. Baker) and you can check me out for piled up shit."
"Whatever do you mean?" Shelly asked.
"I want to feel your ass and pinch your tits, sister. While I do that you can run your whole arm up my ass," and the old fart giggled.
Shelly pulled the curtain around the old fart's bed and took down his bed clothes. He lay there grinning at her hungrily.
Roll over on your left side, please, and bend your knees up."
The old fart did so.
Shelly faced him and bent over his hips and spread his buttocks apart. As she ran one experienced finger into his rectum to examine the old fart for impaction, his hand went up under her uniform and a finger penetrated her ass.
"You are not impacted," Shelly stated. All she could feel was the soggy warm flesh so she withdrew her finger. She looked down at the old man who was nearly frothing at the mouth and giggling his head off at the feel of a young asshole. Get your kicks while you can, fella, you haven't got much longer, she thought, as she knew he had a month at the most to enjoy here on earth.
Shelly let the old fart feel her cunt, thrust his hands into her and feel her pussy. She felt pure pity for this old man for she knew this would be the last time he felt anyone up. She pulled away from his anxious hand, bent and kissed him on the cheek and left the room with a smile.
During the day as she went about her duties, she couldn't help but compare the old man's withered and spent dick to the young prick of Bob's. It is hard to imagine that some day Bob will be in that old man's condition. Never happen, she meditated, when Bob is one hundred years old, he'll be able to give anyone a man-size fucking that they won't forget long after he's gone.
CHAPTER FOUR
The holidays approached and were upon Shelly before she realized it. She was in the midst of preparations for her holiday party when Bob burst in the door.
"Hi, chick," he beamed.
Shelly nodded and continued preparing the various spreads for her guests.
"How come I wasn't invited to your shin-dig tonight?" he quizzed.
"The party is for the people I work with. It's just a get-together between Christmas and New Years. No husbands and no wives are invited. Mates tend to inhibit. I can't have the party on the holiday because people are with their families. This is just a little gathering of my co-workers ... And besides, you're too young. We're going to drink," she smiled.
"I may be too young to drink, baby, but I'm not too young for playing games." He winked. He put his hands on Shelly's hips and began to nuzzle the back of her neck.
"Knock it off! I'm busy. Don't start anything again! I made a mistake and took you on once, but that's all, buster!" Shelly snapped.
Bob stopped short. "You made the mistake of taking me on? Listen, chick, you loved every minute of it. It was no mistake, lady. It was good! Damn good, and you know it! I gave you one fine screw."
Bob's hands caressed her hips, moved up to her waist and came to rest on her breasts. He gently pinched her tits.
"I meant the mistake was taking on a man young enough to be my child."
"You're child is hungry," he mocked and bent to bite her nipples.
Oh, no. Not this time. I won't let this get out of hand! No more screwing around with him!
Shelly whirled around and promptly dumped the whole bowl of dip on his head! "Now go home!" she screamed.
"Fuck you!" and out he stomped.
The first guests arrived sharply at nine. Before the first drinks were distributed, the remainder of the guests had arrived. It was a large gathering for her to compress within the walls of her duplex.
As the evening progressed, the party became more boistrous. The talk was of mutual concern for all the people seemed bent on discussing work at the hospital.
"Hey, what about old Mr. Johnson wanting Katie to jump in the bathtub with him while she washed his balls?" one shouted.
A pier of laughter broke out as everyone eyed Katie, one of the aides, who was blushing.
"Did you hear about Sadie? She's forgotten about looking for Herbert now that Bruce is around. Hey, Bruce, what do you do for Sadie?" The crowd roared.
Shelly remembered Sadie from the very first day she was at the hospital. Sadie was the patient she nearly fell over when she applied for the job. Shelly had a special feeling for Sadie. Sadie had run a speak-easy when she was younger. She was a lovable old soul. Bruce was an orderly and had helped Shelly lift old Sadie into the bathtub. Old Sadie liked the feel of Bruce's hands on her body and now old Sadie pursued Bruce up and down the halls.
No one was feeling any pain by now and the party games began. Shelly suggested playing "Under the sheet."
Since Bruce, the orderly, didn't know how to play this game, he was first in line to play it. Shelly sat Bruce on a chair in the middle of the room and covered him with a sheet. The others that knew how to play the game crowded around. The people that didn't know how to play the game were confined to the bedroom.
"Now, Bruce, you have something on that I want. As you name articles of clothing wrongly, you have to take them off!" Shelly explained.
Hoots and ohhhhs and ahhhhs rippled through the group.
"Shoes?" Bruce questioned.
"Take them off!"
"Socks?"
"Off, off."
"My tie?"
"Take it off!"
"Belt?"
"Take it off, baby."
"My shirt?"
"Take it off, take it off, take it off!"
Bruce wiggled free of his shirt. He hesitated. "Gees, guys, this could get wild."
"We hope so!" a voice shouted.
"How about my pants?" Bruce asked almost in a whisper.
"I don't want your pants, fella, take them off," Shelly giggled.
"I know what she wants, Bruce. You gonna give it to her?"
The group roared with a knowing laughter. The drinks continued to pour.
"All I got left are my shorts, Shelly, you don't want them, do you?" Bruce asked.
"No, man, take them off!" Shelly shrieked.
Bruce snaked out of his shorts.
"This game is crooked. What the hell do you want, Shelly?"
"The sheet!" she screamed and jerked it off him wildly.
The crowd whooped and hollered at the joke played on the naked orderly. There he sat. Naked as a jay! Not to be outdone, Bruce jumped up and began to do a wild dance to the joy of the crowd. He swayed his hips sideways and his dong flipped side to side. His balls rolled and hit thigh to thigh. With every sway of the hips, his dick stiffened more. The crowd clapped in rhythm. Bruce's pole was high and hard. Now his hips made jabbing motions in the air and his prick searched for a hole.
"I'll get you, you little wench," and Bruce and his stiff rod lit out in a chase after Shelly.
She fled through the crowd with Bruce in hot pursuit. He cornered her up against the refrigerator.
Shelly was breathless. Bruce stood in front of her, blocking escape. The group waited in anticipation. Bruce smiled wickedly. "You know I ought to screw you." he hesitated.
Shelly stared.
"I'll let you off, this time. Just kiss my prick and you can go," he smirked. "Kiss it, Shelly. Suck it!"
"Tongue it, Shelly."
"Bite it, baby."
"Eat it!"
"Suck his cum!"
"Kiss it!"
The crowd jeered and clapped and closed in.
Bruce pushed her head down to his genitals.
Shelly gave his penis a quick peck on the tip.
"Oh, no, baby. Not a peck. I said a kiss. I mean a French kiss. That's suckin', baby!" Bruce teased.
Down on her knees Shelly went. She encased his balls with her hands and put her lips to his pecker. She opened her mouth and began to tongue the end of his pole.
"Put it in, put it in!" from the group.
She slid his dick into her warm mouth and began to suck. Bruce's hips jabbed gently at her warm cavity. She rotated his balls in her hands and tongued his prick.
Bruce jabbed. Shelly sucked. He jabbed. She sucked. Faster and faster he pumped it to her. She sucked faster and harder as if to eat all of him, even his balls.
"Oh, baby, that's good, good, good!" One last jab of his throbbing shaft and zowieeeee.
AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!
Shot after shot of hot jazz blazed its way into her mouth and down her throat! She swallowed his cum and sucked for more. She drained his peter. When she released him, his pecker hung loose.
The crowd applauded and whistled and shrieked.
With the announcement of the next game, all the nurses quickly shed their panties. The orderlies and male attendants lay on the floor, head to foot in one long line. Each man was equipped with a flashlight. All the nurses lined up at the foot of the line of men when the lights went out. Now the men flicked on their flashlights. One by one, the pantsless girls straddled the line of men and moved up the line. The first nurse straddled the first man's shoulders and he shined his flashlight up to her crack. He could see the fullness of her thighs, and between the thighs, he saw her crack, surrounded by black silky hair. He stared at her slit and announced, "This one must be Shelly."
The first girl, tentatively identified as Shelly moved up to the second man's flashlight. Straddling his stream of light, she waited for his guess of her identity.
"Spread it a little, honey. I identify by the hole itself." Shelly hiked up her skirt, took her fingers and spread her labial lips to reveal her hole.
"This ain't Shelly. It's got to be Katie."
The girl moved up to the third beam of light. The other girls were following in line so each man was shining his flashlight into someone's hole.
The third man couldn't even guess who the girl was until he stuck his fingers into her cunt. His fingers came back all juiced up. He tasted of the juice on his fingers and decided the girl was Shelly.
Approaching the fourth beam of light, Shelly spread her slit for this man.
"I want to taste, baby. Get down here!"
Shelly knelt, straddling his face. He took his tongue and stuck it in her crack. He slid his tongue to her clit. He tongued her clit and began to nibble. He sucked her clit. Shelly was hot! "Move on, Baby, I don't know who you are, but you taste good!"
On to the next man. This man felt her ass. His light was focused on her asshole. "Maybe I can tell, I'll have to see how tight you are in the ass!" He stuck his finger in her asshole and began to finger-bang her. Shelly's legs began to quiver. She was beginning to perspire. The man unhooked from her asshole and stated, "It's gotta be Shelly."
On to the next flashlight. As she stood straddling his shoulders, she felt fingers up her cunt. He was thumbing her clit. Shelly's breath was short. She was hot! This man was holding his flashlight in his mouth because he had fingers in her asshole, fingers in her cunt, and he was thumbing her clit. He was wiggling all of them. Shelly could feel her juices run. She shivered. She quivered. She had to have this man!
"Game called. Everybody screws!" Shelly screamed.
Shelly sank to the floor and the man climbed on. He must have removed his pants before. He rammed her hole hard. She clutched at his hair.
He violently ripped her halter-top off and bit her nipples. He was as hot as she! He rammed with his pole! In and out, in and out. Faster and faster. He bit her tits! He sucked her tits. Shelly rammed her crotch to his pulsating shaft. She breathed hotly into his ear. "Cum, baby, cum. I'm ready!"
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" They hollered in unison.
He lay there on top of her. She was satisfied. Quietly they listened to the sounds around them.
The sounds were sounds of mass fucking! "Give it to me, harder!"
"Feel that, baby? You are getting screwed, screwed, screwed!"
"Suck off the cum!"
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!"
"Fuck me in the ass!"
"Hey, chick, bite my balls again, that was far-out!"
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!"
"Anyone for a beer?" came a voice from the kitchen.
The lights went on and the floor was a mass of bodies. Groans of protest came at the intrusion of light.
Katie and Bruce were in the corner. Katie was lapping at his prick. She sucked up the last of his jazz. She sat up next to him. She was naked. She was shimmering in sweat. Her gigantic boobs glistened in the light. "Change partner time?" she whined.
Shelly headed for the bathroom. All that booze wanted out. Opening the bathroom door, she was confronted by a couple. The nurse was nude and sitting on the toilet. Her legs were spread. The man in front of her was kneeling. His dong was pointing at her crack.
"Ever had hot piss on your clit, Shelly?" The nurse asked.
Shelly shook her head.
"If he can ever let go of his pee, I'll share with you," she giggled. "Hardest thing a man can do is to piss after he's just cum."
Other people in a hurry to take a leak joined Shelly at the bathroom door. The guy was making a valiant attempt to piss on the nurse.
"Relax, fella. You can do it," the nurse whispered.
The piss started to spray out of his penis. He aimed his pecker so the hot fluid hit her clit and ran down her crack.
"Ooooooh, that's nice," she purred. "Save some pee for Shelly."
The man pinched off his spittle. The nurse climbed dripping off the toilet. Shelly, naked as the nurse before her, sat on the toilet.
"Spread, honey. It feels good shot in the crack."
Shelly spread her labial lips with her fingers, exposing her clit. The man moved in close. His pecker aimed at her slit. He let go with the piss.
The hot juice hit her clit and ran down her slit. She was surprised pleasantly at the feel. It was beautiful! The spray was hot. She was really enjoying the feeling of hot pee when his penis ran out of it.
"That's it for now," he shrugged.
The group left the bathroom and followed the sounds that came from the bedroom. They stood agasp surveying the scene.
On the bed lay Fred. He was completely naked. His legs were spread-eagled and dangling from the hips over the foot of the bed. Between his legs, his prick stood tall and thick. It was a beautiful prick. His balls hung loosely over the edge of the bed.
Shelly, seeing that thick stump with no one on it, volunteered. "You want a piece of tail, Fred?"
Fred didn't hear. He was hot! He lay on the bed alone. His rigid flesh throbbed. The purplish head of his dong looked ready to burst! His hips moved forward and back, forward and back. His eyes were closed. His head swayed. His dong stood erect!
Shelly looked questioningly at some of the men.
"Just watch," Bruce whispered. Fred was moaning. He needed a hole. A guy appeared from the kitchen loaded with oranges.
Everyone watched.
The guy stood six feet from the foot of the bed. He stared at Fred's gigantic prick. The guy took one orange and tossed it at Fred's sex organ. The orange hit to the right of the prick.
The guy took the second orange and tossed it. The orange hit too high on the belly.
The guy took another orange and tossed it. It hit Fred's prick head on. Nothing happened. Still Fred moaned. His hips thrust his pole into the air.
The guy moved in two feet. He took another orange and tossed it. The orange again hit Fred's throbbing shaft. Fred stabbed his pole into the air. His moans continued.
The guy took another orange and tossed it carefully. The orange landed forcefully on Fred's testicles. Fred let out a scream of pain ... and pleasure...."AAAAAIIIIIIIII...." The cum shot out his penis in spurts. Fred grabbed his balls and squeezed. The jazz spurts ceased and his belly was a wet pool of cum.
"What in the hell was that?" Shelly whispered to Bruce.
"Fred can't cum unless pain accompanies his orgasm," Bruce explained.
"Bet me I can make him cum. I can lick him off and give him pleasure without pain," she argued.
"You're on," Bruce wagered. "I'll get to him sometime when he's horny. You just wait."
It was five in the morning when the last of the guests had left. Shelly fell into bed completely pooped. She closed her eyes to sleep and all she could see was Bob's smiling face. She opened her eyes. Bob wasn't there. She closed her eyes and saw Bob. His smile was telling her something.
"Hey, chick, you can have all the sex you want. You'll come back to me. You are hung up on me. You say I'm too young. I'm the best stud you've ever had. You will never find a better prick than I've got. Man, you want me. You want me. You want me. You want me." Bob's face faded into Shelly's sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
During the months that followed, Shelly threw herself fervently into her work at the hospital. She would not even permit Bob into her home. Daily he knocked at her door only to be turned away. What used to be a lovely friendship was now a daily frustration to Shelly.
She eagerly awaited his knock at the door. She relived the time he gave her such a good screwing. His prick had felt so good deep inside her.
Then when he knocked at the door, Shelly cooled him at the door.
Her frustrations rose daily. In all her years, she had never been fucked like Bob had fucked her. She wanted that dong again. If only she could find a man her own age that turned her on the way Bob had. No, she would not ball with Bob again! He was a kid! There was no future with a fellow that young. Future or not, she argued with herself, he was a damn fine stud!
Bob's seventeenth birthday was approaching. Shelly knew she had to make plans for that day. Every other year Bob's parents invited her to their house for ice cream and cake to celebrate. Shelly could not go this year. She could not sit there and ignore the passions that would rise in her. She could not look at Bob's young muscular body without animal waves of heat flowing through her. No, she could not be with Bob at all.
The night of Bob's birthday, Shelly fled her home before party time. She went to the singles bar. Her heart wasn't in sipping her vodka collins. Her mind was on her young stud. God, what a fantastic body!
"Would you care to dance?" Shelly's thoughts were interrupted by a handsome man. He was distinguished looking with his hair fringed with silver. He wore an expensive suit and had the mannerisms of the well educated.
Shelly rose to him. Her looks pleased him. Her hair was done high on her head. The black hot pants suit fit her like a second skin. Her gold boots emphasized the shapliness of her legs.
The suave gentleman put his hand on Shelly's back and guided her onto the dance floor. His steps were marked precision. Shelly followed his lead perfectly.
When the dance finished, he joined her for a drink.
"You aren't really here, are you?" he quizzed. "Oh I'm sorry," she apologized. "I was thinking of a problem I have."
"Could I help? I am an attorney here in town." He handed her his card. John Mason, attorney-at-law, the card read.
"No, thank you," she said and smiled. "This isn't a legal matter."
Shelly noticed John Mason's hands when he lifted a drink to his mouth. Must be real diamonds in that ring.
He signaled for more drinks. "Perhaps you are in financial difficulty?"
"Isn't everyone?" She giggled now.
"Pardon me, but I do not mean to pry, it's just that if I could help in any way?"
"You mean you'd give me money? You don't even know my name! Maybe I am a poor credit risk."
"My dear, money means nothing to me." He put his hand over hers.
His hand was warm and caressing. He must be twenty-years older than I am. Maybe he wants to be a true friend-never hurts to have a lawyer for a friend, I might need him sometime.
Mr. Mason motioned for more drinks.
"Shall we try another dance?"
Shelly nodded. On the dance floor, he held her close. His arms were protective. Maybe he's the kind of man I need. Good looking, a professional man, money, security, and very affectionate. I need a good man to settle down with. I wouldn't need to feel guilty balling this guy. I sure wouldn't be robbing the cradle.
Back at the table, over more drinks, Shelly told Mr. Mason her name and where she worked. He smiled warmly at her every word. He encircled her shoulders with his well clothed arm and toasted her beauty with a fresh drink.
This guy is really it! A true gentleman! Or am I impressed by the fact he is obviously very well to do? No, he is really a nice guy! Shelly snuggled her curvaceous body to his well developed chest.
Mr. Mason gently tilted her chin upward and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. "I mean it when I said you are beautiful," he smiled as his eyes dropped to rest on her bosoms.
Shelly's head was beginning to reel. She put her hand to her forehead.
"Are you all right?" he whispered into her ear.
"A little too much to drink, I guess."
"We'll have one more if you like, and then perhaps you'd care to join me for breakfast?" He patted her knee. Her honeyed skin was soft to his touch.
"Only one more."
Shelly really enjoyed John's attention. He was a fantastic dancer. The liquor flowed without ceasing. His pats and gentle kisses were genuine affection, not the mad pawing she usually received.
In John's Porsche, he suggested several places for breakfast. They agreed to the Purple Bull and John sped them off. The Purple Bull was the place the most elegant people frequented. It was plush from the red carpet entry to the black leather booths. Their table was lighted by a huge candle of red encased in a gold holder.
The waitress took their orders for steak and eggs and left them. John took Shelly's hands in his. "I need someone like you," he whispered.
She was dizzy from the grandeur of the evening. His hands were possessive and protective.
"Shelly, I like everything about you. Maybe in time, we could make a go of it. I would be very good to you. You could quit working. You could have anything you want. I have a beautiful home. If you like it, fine, if not, I will get you anything you want. We can travel, if you like. We can go any place you want," he bent to nibble on her neck.
Over their steaks, John gazed into her eyes. She had soft brown eyes, fringed with thick curling lashes. Her skin was satin. Her lips were full and inviting. His gaze went down the curve of her neck to the fullness of her breasts. His eyes lingered on her melons and then traced down her rounded hips to the honey of her thighs. "Beautiful, beautiful," he murmured.
John signaled for another drink for himself. Shelly had refused the past several as she was reeling from the booze as well as all the attention. Just like Cinderella. This guy has everything.
John took her hand and lifted it to his lips. He gently kissed each finger. He caressed her palm with his cheek.
Shelly felt all warm and glowing. This man's touch really turned her on.
They drove away from the restaurant into the moonlit night. She put her head on his shoulder and he laid his hand on her thigh. Shelly tingled to his touch.
John drove his Porsche to the most elegant motel in town. Driving directly to his suite of rooms he explained, "I own this place and have my rooms here for when I want to get away from the hum-drum of home."
"Are you married?"
"No. At home I get all kinds of phone calls and problems from the office. Then the servants interrupt at times. Here I can truly relax."
John flicked on the lights in his home away from home. In the center of the room was a massive round bed suspended from the ceiling. It was covered by a black fur spread. The carpeting was thick white shag. On the far wall was a white stone fireplace flanked by huge black fur chairs. The mirrored walls were covered with heavy white drapes. To the left was a gigantic black bar with black bar stools. The seats of the bar stools were red fur. There were several red fur pillows placed casually around the room.
The ceiling was one big mirror. Hanging suspended from the ceiling was a large white television set. There was no phone in the room.
Complete luxury and relaxation would describe John's room.
John mixed himself a drink while Shelly excused herself to go to the bathroom. The bathroom was a picture done in red fur. Every wall of the room was mirrored. The tub was sunken and of white marble. Shelly was almost afraid to take a piss in the white marbled toilet. She did. The sinks were white marbled with gold faucets. She walked back through the red fur carpet to the bedroom.
"Like it?" John asked opening his arms to her.
"It is beautiful!" she exclaimed.
John gulped his drink and fixed another. "Anything you want?"
She sat on the edge of the bed. "Not a thing!"
She lay back on the soft fur and waved her arms against the cool softness of black. John came and stood over her.
"It can all be yours. This place, my home, cars, servants, whatever you want."
John flipped a few switches on the master control center at the head of the bed. The lights dimmed. Soft music filled the room. John lay down beside Shelly and took her in his arms. He kissed her passionately. He nibbled her lips. He tongued her cheeks. He nuzzled her neck. His hands caressed her breasts.
Shelly felt a glow of warmth envelope her body. She began to remove John's suit jacket. He took his tie off, followed by the removal of his shirt.
She watched his movements reflected in the wall mirrors. He rolled Shelly over and unzipped the one long opening of her black hot pants suit. He unsnapped her bra and flipped her back over to expose jutting tits. He moaned and cupped her domes in his hands and buried his face in her breasts. He tongued her nipples. He nibbled her tits.
"Take off your pants," she begged.
"I want to make you happy first," he breathed tonguing her ear, "I want you to come first. I want to feel your cunt." His warm hand slid down her belly and found her crack. He pinched her clit and fingered it gently. His fingers moved into her hole and jabbed her.
Her juices began to flow. He stuck his thumb into her asshole and wiggled around the softness of her anus.
Shelly's hips pressed to his hand. Her crotch lifted and fell to every punch of his fingers. His lips encircled her nipples. He moved his tonguing down her belly to her pussy. He nuzzled his face in her mound. His tongue slipped into her slit and he sucked her hole. She felt his hot breath deep inside her. This thumb was jabbing her asshole.
He watched the ceiling mirror as she reached for his pants and undid them. Anxiously she tugged them down. Her eager hands reached for his dick!
God! It's limp! He came in his pants and not in me!
John sucked and slurped her cunt. He thrust his tongue in her! She pushed her crotch into his face. She pulled his dong. The fire burst in her and she spewed cum into his mouth....
AAAAAEEEEEEEIIIII!
He licked her crack free of all her juices. He moved up to her silky hair and breathed heavily. "Shelly, make it hard for me." He was begging.
Shelly was a bit confused as she lay spent. His prick was soft. It wasn't wet! He hadn't even had a hard-on!
"Make it hard for me, honey. Try! Try! Suck me! Make it hard," he begged.
Shelly took his balls in her hands. She bent her mouth to his genitals. She kissed the tip of the rubbery dick. She tongued his penis. She opened her mouth to take his dick. She sucked and tongued. Harder she pulled his prick into her mouth. He lay motionless. There was no erection!
"Make it hard, baby, make it hard!"
Shelly squeezed his balls. She sucked him into her mouth as far as she could. She threw her leg across his top and thrust her crotch into his face. He tongued her crack. She sucked his cock.
Nothing!
She whirled around and faced him. She straddled his chest and slid her juicing cunt down his chest. Slowly ... slowly ... slowly ... her hole came closer to his pole. She kissed him wetly and fervently. His hands carressed her hips. Slowly ... slowly ... now she could feel his hair in her crack. She slid her cunt to where his prick was snubbed to it. She pushed down. It wouldn't go in!
"Sonofabitch," she moaned.
Shelly's fingers moved to his dick and she tried to push the rubbery flesh in her. Her vaginal muscles pulled on his cock. Her fingers were all juicy. She pushed and prodded his soft pole into her tunnel. Her hole begged him to jab her.
NOTHING!
She sat up straddled on his belly.
"Hey, man, don't I turn you on?"
He looked at her peaked breasts. His hands caressed her hips. Tears came to his eyes. "I can't fuck."
"What's with you?" she asked.
"I plain can't get a hard-on. I thought with you I could."
"You offer me all your human possessions. You offer me love. You offer me money. You have everything ... except you can't screw!"
"Maybe in time, if you help me, I can fuck you," he sobbed.
"I wish I could help you. You are suck a nice guy," she bent to kiss him gently on the lips.
"Will you help me?" he begged amidst tears.
"I can't, John."
"I'll give you anything, only help me."
"John, do you drink every day like you drank tonight?"
John Mason nodded.
"That's your problem, isn't it?"
"I can't quit drinking. I've tried. My work, the pressures, I come here to drink and relax. So I drink too much," he sighed.
"You are an alcoholic?" she asked.
He nodded.
Shelly moved to the edge of the bed.
Shelly walked into her home and slumped on the couch. Happy Birthday, Bob. Hope you had a better celebration than I did. If only you and I had been in bed tonight. God, what a let-down I got from John! I wouldn't have been let down if I'd have had you, Bob. That prick of yours is fantastic. Bob you are a real stud! Oh, Baby, why are you so young? I wanted a fuck so bad tonight! I want a good screwing like you. Oh, no. I gotta quit thinking about you, Bob. That one time was all wrong! I can't have you! This damn society! It's all right for an older man to have a young chick. Sure, that's O.K., but for an older woman to screw a young stud, she's awful. Oh, Bob, you were so good, with that hard cock.
Shelly unzipped her pants suit and stepped out of it. She tossed her bra and panties to the floor. Naked, she caressed her jutting breasts capped by nipples all rigid. Her hands slid down her narrow waist and came to rest on her rounded hips. I will have a fuck tonight. Looks like it's finger banging time again! Oh Shit! That's not what I want! I want to feel a shaft in me!
Nude, she walked out to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and took out a large cucumber. That's about Bob's size! This ought to do for tonight!
Shelly straddled a kitchen chair. She took the cucumber and slid it into her crack. It was cold to her cunt. Taking the cucumber, she slid it back and forth in her slit. Her juices began to run. The cucumber was difficult to control covered with wetness. She ran it over her clit, side to side, up and down. She was beginning to feel all tingly. She raised her buttocks off the chair. She put the butt end of the cucumber on the chair seat. The cucumber pointed up to her eager hole. Snubbing the vegetable to her tunnel, she began to sit down on it. Goddamn! Not enough juice on it! Can't get it in!
She hurried, tits swinging, to the bathroom for a jar of Vaseline. When she returned, she greased the cucumber. Resuming her position on the chair, she held the cucumber to her hole. Gently, she lowered herself on it. When the thing was half way in her, she stood up. She pushed with her vaginal muscles and the cucumber gently slid out. Can't afford to get it stuck in there! Again she positioned herself above the cucumber. Slowly she sat. It was hard! It was good! Damn near as good as Bob! Down, down she went. Now the cucumber was three-fourths in. Shelly began to twitter her clit. Her hips began to sway. Her nipples were erect!
Her clit begged for more. Down, down on the cucumber! She sat flat on the chair with the cucumber deep inside her. She tried to contract her vaginal muscles. The cucumber had her so stretched she couldn't. It felt so good! Her fingers massaged her clit faster. Heat surged through her body. She wiggled her ass all over the chair! The tingling started! Faster she wiggled! Faster she fingered her clit....AAAAEEEEEIIIII!
Her juices flooded the cucumber. Draping her breasts over the back of the chair, she gasped for breath.
She dragged her body to bed. She lay there, the cucumber still deep inside her. Not as good as you, Bob. A cucumber is great, but it can't hold me in its arms. Sonofabitch, you ruined me, you young stud! I will not take you again, but I'll remember you always! As much as I want you, I'll never fuck you again. She closed her eyes to sleep and saw Bob's young face smiling down on her.
CHAPTER SIX
The summer months caused Shelly more frustration. Bob was always going to or coming from the pool. He wore bikini swim trunks that were always tented by ihat young prick. His muscular body rippled under the drops of water that clung to him as he dashed somewhere from the pool. Shelly watched from her patio as he strutted to the end of the diving board. Muscles in complete control, he jackknifed into the pool. The water barely rippled. Bob's deeply tanned arms cleared the blue of the water and knifed into it as he made his way the length of the pool. Springing gingerly out of the pool, he stood, dripping, in that suit that hardly covered his protruding dong.
I'm not going to spend the summer being tormented by that young stud strutting around flexing his muscles. I'll get away for today, anyway. Shelly donned her fire-red bikini, combed her long black hair loosely over her shoulders and jumped into her car. She sped to the beach.
Lying on her psychedelic beach blanket, her thoughts were still on Bob. He doesn't have to prance around in front of my home! He could get to his duplex just as easily from the other pool gate. That dude is just trying to torment me! He's doing a damn fine job of it, too.
Shelly lay soaking up the sun. Her eyes were closed to the brightness. Suddenly she was conscious of a shadow across her face. Opening her eyes, she observed a tall dark man standing over her. She sat up. The beach was nearly deserted.
"The water is beautiful. Have you been in?" the dark man asked. "Not lately."
"Want to join me for a swim to the floating dock?" he motioned to the center of the bay.
Shelly followed him to the water's edge. The water was cold to her body as she submerged.
The dark man followed her into the water. They swam together. Reaching the dock, he pulled a winded Shelly up to join him.
"That's farther than it looks from shore," she panted.
He smiled, showing white teeth against black skin. His black hair glistened with wetness. His black skin was taut across bursting muscles. "I'd have helped you if you couldn't have made it."
He sat beside Shelly. They rested while viewing the white sails of the boats against the blue sky. Overhead seagulls squealed.
"Ready to go back?" he asked.
"It's getting dark. The water scares me at night. It looks so cold and black. I shiver when I see it," she shuddered.
Once back on shore, Pete, as was his name suggested they build a fire to warm themselves.
"We need to cook something, Pete. Why don't I go to the store and get some goodies while you build a fire?"
Pete doled out money to her and she left.
At the store she carefully chose two steaks, ears of corn, and a bottle of wine. This is a first for me. I've never been with a black man before. He is one fine looking buck. Hope he likes red wine.
Gathering her purchases, she returned to Pete. He had a roaring fire in the fire ring. He eagerly jumped to help her with the bags.
"Great fire, Pete."
"I used to be a boy scout," he grinned.
"Damn, Pete, I forgot paper cups. Well, guess we'll have to rough it." She took a drink of the red stuff and passed him the bottle.
"We're going to have a hell of a time toasting each other," he laughed. His laugh was low and full.
They sat together on the beach blanket gazing into the fire. The open blaze died to embers while they demolished their food. A cool breeze rushed across the bay and Shelly shivered.
Pete got a pile of blankets from his car and carefully wrapped her in them.
He threw another log on the fire. The night was full of moon. Shelly lay back and could see the sky dotted with stars. Warmth from the fire touched her face.
Pete sat by her side.
"Are you afraid?" Pete asked.
"Of what?" she looked up at his handsome face.
"The beach is deserted. You are alone with me. What if I should kiss you? No one would hear your screams."
"And how do you know I'd scream?" she smiled.
The big black man hovered over her. He looked into her eyes. "I'd like to kiss you," he whispered.
She closed her eyes. He bent to her. His lips came down warmly on hers. Laying beside her, he rested on one elbow. His other hand turned her face to his. "Why are you here with me?" he asked.
"Why shouldn't I be? I like your company. The beach is beautiful at night. The fire is beautiful. The sky is beautiful, and man, you are beautiful!"
He kissed her tenderly. His lips surrounded hers and she felt devoured by his warmth and wetness.
He cradled her body in his arms. They lay together enjoying the closeness of each other.
The blanket covered both of them, sealing in the warmth.
The fire was dying. Pete got up and threw on another log and returned to the blanket.
"I believe the breeze is done for the night," Shelly stated throwing off the blanket.
Her body looked all rosy in the fire light. Pete looked at that tiny bikini trying to hold in her full breasts. Her nipples were barely covered. The rosy fullness of her mounds beckoned him closer. He put one large arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her passionately. She responded by thrusting her tongue into his warm mouth.
His hands encircled her waist and slid to her hips. She pressed to his body. He kissed her neck and tongued his way to her ear. Jabbing and breathing into her he rolled her over on top of him.
Shelly surged with wickedness. She knew he wanted her. The devil in her took over. Jumping up, she squealed, "Catch me if you can!" She ran down the beach with Pete on her heels. She darted around a palm tree and back the other way. Pete was gaining on her. The sand made it difficult to gain any speed. Her toes sprayed loose sand back to Pete. On and on she ran! Pete closed the gap between them. He lunged at her and together they fell in a heap. She was giggling hysterically. Pete pulled her to him and buried his face in her neck.
"You little devil," he muttered. "Now what are you going to do?"
"Get up and run!" She squirmed and giggled. She playfully fought him off. He kissed her. She pulled away and laughed.
"Stay put, lady!"
"Make me if you can!" And she rolled away from him.
"I can!" He pounced on top of her pressing her to the sand. His big body was warm to her. The fun was gone. She had urged him on to this moment. She closed her eyes and lay in complete submission.
"You give up too easily," he laughed and got off her.
She had teased him, now it was his turn to tease her.
He sat beside her gazing out on the bay. He appeared to be completely disinterested. She leaned her warm body to his. He ignored her. She kissed his cheek and nibbled her way through his long sideburns to his ear. He shivered. His skin seemed to ripple, but he did not touch her. She tongued his ear with the wetness of her mouth. He remained cool.
"Okay, Pete, resist me if you can!" Shelly slowly unhooked the small flaming top of her bikini and dangled it in front of his eyes.
No reaction.
She slid her ass out of the tiny squares that made up the bottom of her suit. She straddled his sitting body forcing her pussy down on his organ. She jiggled her boobs in his face. She could feel his pole rise to full attention!
"Not interested, huh?" she chided.
His massive black arms began to encircle her, Shelly jumped up and darted down the beach. Pete pulled his trunks off and was in hot pursuit. His rigid flesh was throbbing. His balls hit his thighs as he chased.
"When I catch you this time, I'm going to give you a fucking you won't forget!" he panted.
"If you can!" she squealed and dashed into the cold bay water. The water slowed her down and Pete was on her. His huge black body pulled her down until her ass hit sand in knee-high water. His beautiful black shoulders pressed her white body back into the water. Her hair floated freely on the surface of the water.
"Fuck me. Fuck me if you can," she giggled.
"I can, baby!" He pressed his dick to her cave. The coldness of the water had not shrunk that huge dong of his at all. He pushed his shaft into her cunt. He began pumping it to her and with every thrust he pushed her rounded body to more shallow water. Her back hit solid sand. The water trickled around her body. With solid resistance behind her, he jabbed it to her. In and out went his shaft. The hotness of her cunt clutched at his prick. She lifted her hips to his every thrust. Tiny waves rolled from her ass. She grabbed his big body to her. Her arms pulled him in. Her wet hole sucked in his dong. Her legs encircled his ass. He banged it to her harder and harder! She could feel that he-man-fuck deep inside her! He sucked her rigid nipples. He jabbed her cunt. Faster. Faster. Harder. Harder. She smacked her hole to his prick!
AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEE ... They went off together!
The water rippled and gurgled around limp bodies. They lay motionless together in the shallows of the bay.
Pete followed the sway of her naked body up the beach. His dong hung loose over his balls. The large black man and the small white woman walked through the sand.
They sat in swings at the play area. Their naked bodies rested while they talked.
"Damn, that was a good screw," Shelly moaned.
"When this stick of mine gets hard, I'll give it to you again, and it won't be a floating fuck! It'll be on solid ground without the help of the bay."
"Hey, Pete, come stand in front of my swing."
Pete swung his ass out of the swing and walked in front of Shelly. "Now back up a little." He did.
Slowly he began to swing, forward and backward, forward and backward. She spread her legs apart so Pete could see her pussy come closer to his organ with every forward swing.
"Do you want me?" she asked on a forward swing.
"I want you." His tall black body craved her.
Shelly's swing made wider swoops to reach for his still limp body.
"See my pussy?"
"Yea, babe," he breathed.
"My hole wants you." She swung forward.
"My prick wants you." His black eyes followed her bush as it came to him and left him in the slow easy swings.
Shelly spread her legs farther apart.
"Can you see my slit?"
Pete nodded.
Forward she swung.
His pole began to tingle.
Backward she glidded.
"Can you see my hole?"
He nodded. The light from the fire made her body glow. Her long hair trailed her forward swing. Her breasts pierced the air. Her nipples were hard and ready for his mouth.
His eyes devoured her body. That luscious cavity swung to him again. He stood tall and handsome in the firelight. His organ muscles were forcing that dick upward. His black pubic hair curled around the base of his shaft.
Backward she glided.
Her crotch beckoned him to her forward swing.
His belly muscles contracted. His hips thrust his cock to meet her tunnel.
Closer and closer to his now throbbing prick she swung.
He was jabbing at the air. His hips pushed his cock to the moment of ecstasy.
Forward she came, legs wide spread.
His pole reached for her cunt and ticked it.
Backwards she swung.
Her juices began to flow. Her slit was wet and sobbing for him.
Forward she swung.
His cock met her clit for a split second.
"Aim that rod lower, baby," she cooed.
He braced his body for the impact that would come.
Forward Shelly swung gaining momentum. Her whole body was pushing to meet her black man.
Rigid flesh met her hole for an instant. Beads of perspiration stood out on his forehead.
"One more time, baby, put it the same place." He dug his heels into the sand. His flanks quivered. His pecker was eager. His body was rigid.
Forward she urged the swing.
His rod reached for her vagina. In it went to the joy of both!
Backwards and away Shelly glidded.
His hot flesh was beginning to drip. "This time, babe."
The swing thrust her cavity to his throbbing dick. Into her deepest being he plunged! Her legs clamped around his hips. His prick was home!
The impact of prick meeting hole loosened his foothold, which he quickly regained.
Shelly loosened her grip on the chains of the swing. Her head fell backwards and down to his feet. Her long hair caressed his toes. Her legs clamped tighter around his hips. Her breasts jutted. Her arms fell over her head and her hands dug at the sand.
Pete dug his heels into the earth. His rigid .flesh punched her cunt! Once, twice, three times, again and again! She hung from his pole. Her slit was slick with wetness. She clamped her legs tighter. He thrust and retracted, thrust and retracted. Her ass pressed on his thighs. His dick pierced deeper and deeper into her vagina. His body muscles flexed to hold her weight to his.
Her head hung loose at his feet. Her face was flushed. Heat raged through her body.
He stabbed her cunt again and again....
"AAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIIII!" he bellowed.
"AAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII," she screamed.
Gush after gush of cum surged into her hole. Pete flinched with each shot of jazz.
His pole softened slowly. Gently he let Shelly to the sand. The cum drenched her crack.
She put her mouth to his cock. She tongued the rubbery dong. She lapped at the cum and swallowed each bit she could lick up. She lapped at his nuts and ate all the cum off them. His black dick glistened from her saliva. She kissed his prick. She fell asleep with her face nuzzled in his pubic hair.
The fire had died. Dawn was peeking over the palm trees. Shelly awoke cradled in Pete's arms. He had covered them both gently with a warm blanket. He still slept. She looked at that beautiful black man at her side. She felt all warm. His eyelids were fringed with the blackest lashes. His wide forehead was smooth of any wrinkles. His straight nose and high cheek-bones rose above squared jaws. His body was hard with muscles, yet warm with tenderness.
"Damn fine specimen of manhood," she murmured. She touched his lips with hers. Beautiful. before he awoke.
She sped onto the freeway and her thoughts took over.
Pete was damn good stud. Great lover! At least I called him Pete and not Bob! Maybe that's a good sign. I must be getting over Bob! He never once entered my mind with Pete around. I'll have to go to the beach more often. Jesus, Pete was good. Her body felt a glow of warmth as she remembered the good screwing Pete had given her. The last screw was the best! It lasted longer. Besides, upside down is a great experience! Of course he wasn't too shabby in the water either. Only I like to feel the cum in my crack or down my legs and hell, the bay got it before I could feel that hot juice on me.
Shelly pulled off the freeway and onto her street. Her thighs felt like she had been riding all night. That guy really spread me for me to feel like this. Her legs ached.
She coasted into her driveway, careful not to disturb Bob or his folks at that early hour. If she hurried, she just might make it to work.
"Hi, chick. Man, you must be pooped after swimming all night," Bob leaned on her car door and winked.
Wordless, she pushed her way out of the car.
"I like the way that suit almost fits," he grinned.
Bob followed her to the door. "No, you can't come in!" she snapped.
"Just for a cup of coffee? I won't touch you. I'll be a good little boy," he jeered.
The coffee perked while Shelly ran her shower.
"Need any help?" Bob shouted over the noise of the running water. He had come into the bathroom while Shelly was in the shower.
"Will you get the hell out of here?"
"Just trying to be neighborly and helpful." He made himself comfortable on the toilet seat.
She turned the water off and asked him to hand her the towel. Wrapped in the towel, she emerged from the shower.
"What are you doing up so early anyway?" she asked.
"Football practice begins today."
He followed her tightly wrapped bod to the kitchen. They sat together over cups of steaming coffee.
"May I have the cream?" he asked, reaching for her breast. "If you'll just shake your ass over the cup I'll have the sugar too!"
"Damn you, Bob. You'd better behave yourself!"
"I said I wouldn't touch you, but I can look, can't I?" His eyes pearched on the fullness of her mounds sticking over the top of the towel.
Shelly pulled the towel higher, self-consciously.
"Don't take all the joy away," he begged.
"Drink your coffee and go home."
"I drink a lot of coffee. May take awhile."
"Coffee's not good for growing boys," Shelly sneered.
"You mean I am still growing!" he exclaimed. "Wait till I screw you the next time, chick. Take the coffee away, cuz next time I'll screw you so deep you can suck me off the same time!"
After Bob left, Shelly scampered into her uniform and headed for the hospital.
No, I guess I'm not over that young stud yet! I'd still like to get him. It's not right. I better stick with guys older, though they're not nearly as good. Well, Pete was good. But, Bob is fantastic! I have no future with Pete anyway. He told me he was married. Anyway he is black. That really isn't important anymore. People are finally realizing beautiful people come in all colors. He sure was a beautiful person. I have no future with. Bob either! Except maybe the morgue, if Martha finds out I balled her little boy. I didn't seduce him. As a matter-of-fact, I put up a good fight! It was his fault! He is just a young stud that wants to try out his shaft and I was handy. He has a fantastic body and that prick of his is out of sight!
Deep within her thoughts, Shelly knew she could have put Bob down. She could have insulted him to the point he couldn't have got a hard-on from the fact she'd freeze him out. I don't want to screw a kid! He isn't built like a kid, but he is too young! I'm going to have to think of my future and get me a man to have and to hold. Bob's too young! Christ, if I ever did marry Bob someday, people would swear I was his mother! No, no, no! Bob is not for me. Besides, Martha would kill me when I came down the aisle. That damn bastard sure upset my life with his young cock!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Autumn gave way to winter. Shelly was dedicated to her work. She was also dedicated to keeping Bob out of her house. She always spoke to him and his folks, but she kept it cool. Martha, Bob's mother, visited Shelly regularly for coffee and chit-chat. Martha and Shelly continued a beautiful friendship. The only time Bob got into Shelly's duplex was if his mother was there.
Shelly was determined not to be tempted by Bob. Her mental fighting of him continued.
During Christmas vacation Shelly headed for the mountains. She left the highway and followed the curving road to the crest of the coastal range. The snow was deep. Piles of the white stuff edged the road. She drove carefully on the slickness of ice. Upon reaching the lodge, she toted her luggage to her room.
She unpacked and decided it was time to have lunch. She entered the lounge and took a table near the fireplace. The fire roared a warm welcome. The lounge was filled with people of assorted sizes and shapes in various phases of eating. She surveyed the population and decided her fun would not be with these people. Maybe I'll find some fun and single people when I explore the sports offered. These people are all couples loaded with families. Kids everywhere. I suppose I came up here at the wrong time. I should have known the holidays mean family.
Shelly sighed. She had no family. Her parents were dead and her only brother had been killed in Viet Nam. She could not have children herself. This had been determined after she and her ex-husband had both been through a series of tests. She felt a pang of envy as she watched the happy family groups at the round tables that dotted the dining area.
The waitress appeared to take her order, and left. Shelly felt really out of it. She was all alone and would be the rest of her life.
I don't think I'll ever marry again. I didn't really like being tied to one person. The only thing is, I do love to ball and in marriage I could ball every night. But the same guy gets old, too. After a while and the same approach, sex gets boring. This way I can ball a different guy whenever I want. Screwing doesn't get routine. But, in a few years I may have to settle for one fellow, cuz I don't imagine there's much demand for old ladies to ball. Oh, well, time will tell.
Shelly's thoughts rambled, but her eyes rested on the young dude at the next table. Early twenties, I'll bet. Her eyes appraised his body. Well built. Wonder how he is at balling. I like those sideburns. Moustaches are great, too. Looks cute in that sweater. Wonder how he'd look out of it? God, I'm getting terrible! It's getting so they all look good to me. The young ones really turn me on. Shelly, you are developing into a dirty old lady.
The waitress brought her hot beef sandwich. Even this piece of meat looks good. Oh, lady, what you need is fresh air and exercise. Work off a bit of your sex-drive. Next I'll be attacking.
A Navy bus pulled up in front of the lodge. Shelly could see the fleet was in through the plate glass picture windows. Must be a chartered tour. There we go! How about gang-banging all of them? I could take on the whole damn Navy!
She continued to eat as she watched the sailors file into the lounge. They were laughing and beating the cold out of themselves. All through their meal roars of laughter burst forth from the little groups of men seated at several tables.
She left the lounge and challenged the mountain air. Her white fur coat did a good job of keeping out the cold. Her boots crunched the snow as she climbed to a plateau that held a small cabin. Inside she asked about the activities offered. She chose to investigate ice-skating in preference to busting her butt on skies. Armed with rented ice skates and directions to the frozen lake, she trudged off. The wind blew her breath away. She sniffed the air and her nostrils stuck together. Damn, it's cold!
She joined the group around the huge fire beside the lake. Sitting on a log she thrust her stockinged feet into ice skates.
"Ever skated before?" a husky voice asked.
"No, but I'll learn," she laced her skates with determination.
The man knelt at her feet. "Better lace these tighter. Otherwise your ankles will be flat on the ice." He laced them for her. He reached for her mittened hand and assisted her to the edge of the ice.
"That's not so hard," she smiled.
"Walking through the snow on skates isn't difficult," he agreed. "Now the ice is a different thing."
His arm encircled her waist and he helped her onto the ice. Her ankles flopped side to side. "This is a chore," she panted after several attempts to glide. The other skaters whisked around her.
"Let's go down to the other end of the lake. There's not so many people and you can concentrate better. Just keep your legs straight and I'll do the work." He gently pulled her the length of the skating area.
"Are you a skating teacher?" she asked.
"No, I'm one of those sailors that came in on the bus."
"Where did you learn so much about skating?"
"I know a lot about a lot of things," he grinned.
"Are you from back east?"
"Baby, I've been everywhere. I've been around the world several times. You ever been around the world?" he asked knowingly.
Shelly ignored his question.
"I thought there wouldn't be many skaters down here," he said.
Several men skaters were buzzing around. They skated closer with every circle they made.
"These are my buddies from the navy."
"Those guys aren't navy! The sailors that got off the bus were younger. You aren't Navy either," she accussed.
"I got navy ideas, babe!"
The skaters were closer now. Shelly shivered with fright. She was at a definite disadvantage in her skates. She could hardly move at all. With so many men around, if they had evil intentions, she'd had it! These guys weren't the laughing group she'd left at the lodge. Even if she didn't have the skates on, she was up shit creek. She was outnumbered ten to one.
"I think I've had enough skating for today. I'd better get back now," she smiled at the man fearfully.
"I haven't had enough of anything for today," he grinned.
"Really, I have to go now." She sat down on the ice and started to unlace her skates. Better to run on frozen feet than make it no where in skates.
"My buddies want to meet you, chick." He motioned the skaters in.
Shelly was shook! She rapidly pulled her skates off and stood.
Taking one glance at the approaching skaters, she ran to the snow and started to the other end of the lake.
She struggled over a highly heaped snow bank at the ice edge. Her hands scratched at the snow. Her bare feet dug into the avalanching snow. The skaters raced up to the snow bank and skidded to a halt spraying scraped ice.
Shelly toppled over the top of the bank. The ten men climbed rapidly after her. Their skates dug into the snow making their chase easier.
Once over the top, Shelly ran as fast as she could. Her feet were freezing. Her breath came in pants. She turned to see the men gaining rapidly. Facing front, she came face to face with the man that was trying to teach her to skate. He caught her frenzied body in his arms. She screamed!
He threw her to the ground. The other ten men circled around her.
She stared up at them in panic!
"Why'd you run?" asked one.
"She's scared!" exclaimed another.
";'Of what?" from another.
Chuckles came from the men.
Shelly looked at one and then another. "We just want to be your friends," one laughed.
"Yea, we're a very friendly group!"
"Who wants to be friendly first?"
"Me! I'm not crazy about sloppy seconds ... or thirds ... or fourths."
"Picky, picky, picky," sneered another.
"I always figured anywhere, any time, any how," chuckled one.
The men closed in on Shelly.
She looked pleadingly up at them.
"Look, fellows, one at a time at the lodge. I promise. Not all of you here. Really, just let me go," she begged.
This brought a peel of laughter from the men.
"You got to be kidding, chick," one man knelt beside her in the snow.
Shelly squirmed away from him.
"She wants me first! See, she came over closer to me."
Shelly slid her butt up a small embankment.
Her try to get away was closed off by another man at her head.
"Please, guys. I don't go for this rough stuff."
"Who's being rough? We haven't even touched you ... yet."
The men just stood there looking at the helpless female.
"She's kinda pretty."
"I can't see that much of her."
One man pulled off her mittens. "Her hands are pretty."
The smell of alcohol pierced the brisk air. Shelly backed into the snow as far as she could.
"Think you can escape through the snow?"
"Hey, chick, if you don't fight, nobody's going to get hurt."
One man pulled off her socks. "Pretty feet, too."
"Please!" Shelly screamed.
"Oh, she's in a hurry. She's begging us!"
"No, don't hurt me," she pleaded.
"Look, babe, if you relax ... and relax those muscles of yours, maybe you can take two of us at a time and you'll be done faster."
"Unless she's so good, we come back for seconds!"
A tall man tugged her ski-pants off.
"She's hot, men. Look how her ass burns into the snow!"
"Not a bad looking bush!"
"How's her hole look?" Two men spread eagled her legs and the men all filed past eyeing her hole.
"Looks tight enough to be a good screw."
"She looks a little blue around the ass."
"Frost bite. I'll bite her and see if she prefers me to frost bite."
"Let me go. I won't say a thing to anybody!" Shelly screamed at them. Her voice was carried away by the mountain wind. Her pleads were in vain.
"You'd look funny running bare-assed through the snow, doll." They all laughed.
Shelly was panicked! Goddamn, taking on one man was one thing. An orgy was another thing. Taking on ten men at a crack was something else! Shelly had never been much for force or gang-banging. Now she was in the midst of both!
Another man stripped off her coat. Another pulled off her sweater. Another stripped off her bra.
Shelly kicked and scratched her protest. She was terror-stricken.
The men closed in on her. They pushed her naked body back into the snow. Shelly shivered and shook.
"She's all excited," one grimaced.
"She's hot to trot all right. Look at the snow steam!"
"I'm not! I'm not!" she shrieked. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"Her tits look good enough to eat," one laughed.
"Anyone for a box-lunch?" This brought roars of laughter.
Shelly lay freezing in the snow. She began to sob uncontrollably. She shook violently. "God, help me," she murmured.
"You don't need God, doll, we're all going to help you!"
"Spread her, guys, I'm going to fuck the hell out of her now, I don't want my peter to get frost bite," and he whipped out his dong.
Shelly's arms and legs were held wide apart. Her head rolled side to side in wild screams!
"Somebody shove a prick in her mouth and she'll shut up!"
Shelly closed her eyes to what was about to happen.
A dick was shoved in her mouth. "Suck, you bastard!"
Someone's shaft jabbed at her cunt! Hot mouths came down on her nipples! Large fingers forced into her asshole. Someone sucked her clit! She tried to scream but that friggin' prick filled her mouth. She swallowed cum and one dick left her mouth and another pierced in. The cum was running down her slit. One pole pulled out and was replaced by another throbbing organ!
"Cram it to her!"
"Fuck her in the mouth!"
"Her nipples are sure hard! Wonder if they're frozen!"
"I'm going to piss in her hair!"
"Right on! I'll piss on her belly!"
Shaft after shaft penetrated her hole! Shelly was soaked from cum in her mouth and cunt. She was drenched with piss from head to foot! Someone shoved his asshole down on her big toe.
"Let's all fuck her in the ass!" Shelly felt herself being rolled over in the snow and then she passed out.
"Over here, here she is," a voice blazed into her mind.
"God, what a mess!"
"Who ever got to her did a fine job of it."
"Is she alive?"
Shelly's mind was fuzzy. The voices came out of oblivian. She vaguely felt her body encircled with warm blankets and lifted up. She passed out again.
Shelly awoke to the wail of sirens. The world was a haze. She hurt so bad. She laid her hand on her belly. It was all puffed to a pregnant condition. "Are we on the way to the hospital?" she asked.
"Yes, we'll be there soon." The man sitting next to her was in white. He was watching dials and tubes connected to somewhere.
"Am I going to have my baby soon?" Shelly patted her protruding belly.
The man stared at her.
Shelly passed out.
When Shelly awoke, the doctor smiled down at her.
"You had a bad time of it, little lady."
"Was it a boy or a girl?" she asked.
The doctor looked at her quizzically. "Do you know why you are here?"
"I had a baby, finally. I've wanted a baby for so long." she smiled. "Where is my husband?"
"Mrs. Wooten, you did not have a baby. Can you remember what happened?" Shelly was confused.
The doctor motioned to the nurse to let in Shelly's visitors. Two policemen entered.
Shelly looked questioningly at the officers.
The doctor continued, "Mrs. Wooten, you were up at the mountains. Some people found you in a snow bank. Apparently you had been attacked. I have done the necessary repair work on you. Now these gentlemen want to ask you some questions."
Shelly's mind reeled. It all came back to her in a flash! She sobbed. She hurt all over. The horror of her episode in the mountains flooded over her. She became hysterical!
The doctor ordered a sedative and suggested the officers wait outside.
When Shelly had quieted down, the officers returned.
Shelly related to them all she could remember about the ordeal. She couldn't help them much with descriptions as there were so many men involved and she had been in such a panic.
Shelly went home the foil owing day. She spent several days and nights recuperating. The days were spent in pain. The nights were spent in reliving the horror in her dreams.
By the end of January, Shelly had sufficiently recovered so she could attend Bob's graduation. He looked so handsome in his suit. He looked fabulous in his cap and gown. He's not a little boy any more. He is a man. No more is he a high school kid. He's still too young for me. My, he is a handsome young man! Wonder if I'd be in any condition to take him on. No, I don't want to take him on. I really do, but I swore I never would again! He sure is a doll. A doll for some young chick. Not for me! Shelly surveyed the young man as he strode out the door of the high school, diploma in hand.
Back at the duplex, Bob offered Shelly his arm and walked her into her home. Shelly no longer rebuffed Bob. He knew she was in no condition to participate in sex of any kind since her ordeal in the snow.
They drank coffee together on the gold velvet couch.
"What are you going to do now, Bob?"
"I'm not sure. I could go on to school. There are all kinds of colleges and trade schools. I've been thinking of going for welding."
"Good money," Shelly muttered over her steaming coffee.
"Yea, and it only takes six-weeks of training. I could get out on my own."
A pang hit Shelly. "Would you move away?"
"To a pad of my own. I want to be independent," he smiled. "Do you hurt much anymore?"
"No, not really. I suppose the repair work the doctor did was the same as after childbirth. Sort of fancy stitchery on the bottom side."
"I've never seen fancy stitchery, lady, mind if I look" he grinned.
"Same old Bob. Back to your old tricks, huh?"
"Been a long time, chick," he patted her knee.
"It'll be a lot longer time, too. Just because you graduated today doesn't mean a thing. You are still too young for me."
"Oh knock it off, Shelly. You know it was great. Why fight it? I was good and you were damn good. Have you had any since you know, up in the snow?"
Shelly shook her head.
Bob put his arm on the back of the sofa. "Really scared you, huh?" Shelly nodded.
He took her chin ever so gently with his index finger and turned her head to him. He looked at her with pure desire in his eyes. He bent to kiss.
She pulled away from him and rose to move.
"Honey, I won't force you. You've had enough of that. I don't want to scare you ... I just want you." His eyes pleaded his case.
"Oh, Bob, I'm so scared! What if it hurts unbearably?"
"I won't hurt you, honey."
"I can't do it with you. It's wrong you know."
"What's so wrong? I'm sorry, Shelly, but I don't see it that way."
"It is wrong, Bob. You are my friend and neighbor. Your mother and I are best friends. She wouldn't approve. I'm so much older than you are. In my mind, it just isn't right!"
"Look, Shelly, sex is here to stay. You will have it again. I will have it again. Why not together? We like each other ... or did."
"I'm old enough to be your mother."
"Do you feel like my mother when I hold you in my arms?"
Shelly shook her head.
"Come on then, I won't hurt you. I'll be very gentle."
Shelly hesitated. Bob took her hand and led her to the bed. They sat down. Bob slipped his flair pants off and his patterned shirt fell to the floor.
Shelly studied his young hard body. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit.
He put his arms around her and she melted in his arms. He kissed her passionately. They fell back on the bed. She was lost in his arms. His hands caressed her breasts. She ran her hands over his full shoulders. Her hands slid down his chest to his hips. She grasped his rigid flesh and began to work the skin back and forth.
Then, quick as a flash, she regained her senses!
"I can't do it, Bob. I promised myself, never again!"
"Why?"
"Maybe I can't give you an answer that will satisfy you. I can't do it, that's all there is to it." She reluctantly released his hard peter and went down the hall.
Bob came into the living room shortly, fully dressed.
"Baby, I won't force you. Remember this. Our fuck was good! We can do it again any time you want to. I'm ready. I want you. I want to feel those tits of yours. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to feel you up against me, and baby, I want to screw you. You really turn me on! I think I turn you on, too, or you wouldn't have kept me out of your place. If you were sure of yourself, no matter what I did, you'd be in control. You are not sure of yourself, Shelly. You want me as bad as I want you! Any time, honey, just let me know. I've got the permanent hots for you." He left.
Shelly cried! Never again, Bob. Never is a long time. Too damn long!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bob started welding school. He left early every morning and returned just before dinner. Shelly didn't see much of him since she had been changed to the P.M. shift at the hospital. The P.M. shift was better for her as the work load was easier. She didn't have to lift any of the patients as the A.M. girls put all the patients to bed before three. Besides, Shelly didn't want to go out at night. She had enough sex in the snow to scare the hell out of her. She was going to play it cool.
When she got off work at eleven, she made a habit of stopping in at a coffee shop. She knew all the waitresses and there was time at that time of night to chat with them.
"You really had a time of it," Ann, the head waitress, commented one night.
"It was rough. I've always liked balling, but that force bit is too much."
"You'll meet some nice guy. You'll get over this fear you have," Ann comforted in a low husky voice.
"I keep pretty busy most of the time. I work the evenings, sleep late, and have taken up bowling in the afternoons. I get lonesome sometimes. This hacking it alone can get to you," Shelly sighed.
"I know. I've always been alone." Ann was a middle-aged woman. She appeared neat and very self-sufficient.
"You've never married?" quizzed Shelly.
"No."
Maybe if Ann wasn't so independent and capable she could get a guy. She isn't the truly feminine type. As a matter-of-fact she is a bit on the masculine side. Her hair is duck-tailed. Her features are definitely coarse. Her eyebrows are too bushy. Her nose is straight. If she wore lipstick and plucked her eyebrows, she'd look more feminine. Longer hair would help her too. Shelly surveyed Ann's body. Not bad. Full rounded breasts pressed against the green uniform. Her arms and legs were taut with muscles. That comes from years of hard work, thought Shelly.
"Do you want to get married?" Shelly asked, sipping her Pepsi.
"I do, but I never will," sighed Ann.
"How can you be so sure? You meet guys in here all the time."
"I have this problem. I have a hell of a time coping with it."
Goddamn, she's a fag. She sure as hell meets men here. "What's this problem you have?" Shelly asked lighting a cigarette.
"I'll tell you about it sometime. Looks like we're filling up. I gotta get back to work." Ann took off for the counter leaving Shelly alone in the booth.
If she's queer, I'd never know it. She's never been out of line with me. I come in here enough she'd have surely said or done something to give herself away. What the hell is her problem? Maybe she's had some terrible experience. Shelly shrugged and left for home.
Ann's problem crossed Shelly's mind several times in the days that followed. Ann never mentioned any problem again when Shelly stopped in the coffee shop.
Maybe she's just bitter. Probably deserted at the altar in her youth. Shelly pondered what could possibly be bothering Ann.
She returned to her home after her usual stop at the cafe. She shucked her uniform in the dirty clothes basket. Shelly turned on the shower and stepped into the steam. She sudsed her tired body and remained under the stream of hot water. Tired muscles fully relaxed, she stepped out to towel herself. Surveying herself in the mirror, she analyzed, all the bruises are gone. If I'd have had a baby, I'd be all healed up. The doctor says I'm A. O.K. Wonder if I'll ever feel completely free to screw again. Something like that deal scares the hell out of a person.
Hmmmmmmmmm, she mused, I don't look any worse for the wear. The full bosoms stared back at her from the mirror. Her nipples perched pink and perky on well rounded tits. Great for someone's mouth. I wonder if Ann is a queer? Maybe I could get her to suck my tits. Maybe she'd suck my cunt. I wouldn't have to be afraid of getting jabbed and maybe tearing my insides hose. I'll bet Ann is a lesbian. She packs a lot of muscles in her arms and legs. Her voice is pretty low, too. My hole is beginning to itch for a jolt. Her tongue would feel good. I sure don't need a prick yet. How about me? Premeditated queering? I'd just take her on for a change. Soon as I'm sure of myself, it's back to the studs ... or at least a dildo.
A rap sounded on her door. Grabbing her red satin robe, Shelly admitted Bob.
"Do you know what time it is?" she asked him sternly.
Bob fell into the arm chair giggling. "It's screwing time."
"You have been drinking!"
"Lady, I'm spaced! I've been drinking all day. Today I graduated. I'm a full fl-edged welder. Got anything you want welded?" he roared.
"Let me fix you some coffee."
"If you ever wear that red thing again, I'd recommend you wear something underneath."
He followed her to the kitchen. "Knock it off, huh?"
"I intend to knock a little off, Baby, with you ... TONIGHT!" he grabbed playfully at her.
"I told you before, Bob, No!"
Bob started dancing around the kitchen ... with a bump here ... and a grind there...."Thought you might have changed your mind, chick."
"Well, I haven't! Now drink your coffee and go home!"
"Love thy neighbor, but don't get caught ... Love thy neighbor, but don't get caught ... Love thy neighbor, but don't get caught ... especially by thy neighbor's mother ... Love thy neighbor, but don't get caught," he chanted.
"Man, you are out of it!"
"I'm snockered," he panted and sat down. "If you won't screw, let's talk."
"About what?"
"Sex, baby, sex." He doubled over in laughter.
"If you'd drink up, I could go to bed," she informed him.
"Don't let a cup of coffee stand in your way. If you want to go to bed, ler's go!"
"Alone, friend."
He eyed her crossed legs. Her robe parted at the knees exposing curved calves.
"Red really turns me on. Let's face it. I'm horny as hell!" He gave her robe a flick up to show honeyed thighs.
"Down, boy." She pulled her robe to cover most of her legs.
"Down, boy, hell! The boy is up! I got a hard-on that's paining me. How 'bout a little?"
Shelly scowled.
"O.K., O.K., I'm leaving." He threw his hands up in defeat.
Shelly watched his young body bounce gingerly down the steps.
He blew her a kiss and disappeared around the bushes.
She fell into bed. Some gal will sure be lucky to get him. He's a damn fine stud. Now he's graduated, he'll make good money. Good looking buck, too. Wish I could knock off about twenty years.
The next night after work, Shelly decided to test Ann. She ordered her coffee and sipped it. Ann came over to Shelly's booth to rest a minute.
"Pretty slow tonight," she sighed. "Guess I'll go home early. I've got a headache."
Couldn't have worked out better. "Want me to drop you off at home?"
"Gee, Shelly, that's sweet of you. Sure you don't mind?"
"Not at all." Shelly watched Ann dissappear to get her coat. I suppose if she is queer, I'll have to suck her cunt, too.
Ann returned and Shelly finished her coffee. The two women left and Shelly sped Ann to her apartment.
"Can I help you? I've had patients with headaches and sometimes a good back rub helps relieve tension."
"Boy, my head feels like it's going to fall off. Yes, if you don't mind, anything to help."
She didn't turn me down. I'll get into her place and we'll see what turns her on. If she's queer, I'll damn soon know. If she is, great!
Ann's apartment was confusing to say the least. The entry way was a long tiled hallway to the living room. The living room was done in various shades of brown. The couch was heavy leather flanked on either end by huge wooden tables. The easy chair across the room was done in a lighter brown. One wall had shelves of books. Upon examining the contents of the shelves, Shelly decided Ann's taste in literature ran to mysteries and furniture repairing.
Shelly followed her to the bedroom which completely opposed the decor of the living room. The bedroom held a white canape bed decked in pink flounces. All the furniture was white antique. The pink fluff carpeting was damn near knee deep. Flower arrangements topped the dresser, bedside table, chest of drawers. Flowers hung from the ruffled curtains.
Ann excused herself to go to the bathroom and Shelly wandered out to the kitchen. She heated some left over coffee. Ann joined her for a aup. Shelly looked at what Ann had changed into, to be more comfortable. From the frilly green waitress mini, Ann now wore blue jeans and a man's flannel shirt. Shit, this gal has a split personality! She's not queer. She's just a skitso. Well, I guess I'll not proposition her.
"As soon as we finish this," Ann motioned to the cup, "We'll go for the back rub."
"I think I better get home soon." Shelly was a little disappointed. She wasn't a lezzy but she had planned on a little with Ann. Now, why bother to act interested in her headache? If Ann took a couple aspirin and went to bed, she'd survive.
"What's the matter? I didn't think you were in a hurry?"
"Work tomorrow, you know."
"What do you think of my apartment?" Ann quizzed carefully.
"Well, it's a little confusing. If I didn't know better, I'd swear a man decorated part of it."
"That's part of my problem." Ann was sullen.
"A man decorating your apartment?"
Ann shook her head.
"What did you do? Did you have a shack job and he ran out on you?"
"Shelly, it's more serious than that."
What could be more serious? Shelly waited for Ann to continue.
"I have this terrible problem. You're a nurse. You can guess what it is."
"Well, at first I thought you might be a queer. Then I changed my mind. With the man's living room and the woman's bedroom, I thought you were a skitso. Now the possibility of a simple shack job has been shot to hell ... I am sure I don't know what to think."
"Let's have a drink of booze." Ann got the bottle of vodka out of the cupboard and mixed damn strong screwdrivers.
"I told you I had a problem. I told you I'd never marry. Are you ready for this one?" Ann asked.
Shelly nodded.
"I'm a hermaphrodite."
Complete silence.
"You're kidding!" Shelly laughed.
"It's not that funny. Do you know what it's like to be a man and a woman at the same time? I am so ashamed I keep my privates covered all the time. I live in daily fear of having an accident or going to the hospital and having to expose myself. I am mortified at the thought of having someone see my body!" Ann was nearing tears. "Do you know I have never known love or sex? I wouldn't know who to go after, a man or a woman. I have never experienced a climax. I have never screwed a woman ... and I can, you know. I have the same desire to have my breasts caressed as you do, but what man is going to caress my breasts with my peter looking up at him? I tell you, Shelly, I live a life of horror." Ann sobbed.
Shelly was shocked!
Ann continued to sob uncontrollably.
Shelly went to her and put her arms around the heaving shoulders. "Poor Baby."
"You better leave now," Ann said trying to control herself.
"I can't leave you now."
"What do you want to stay for?"
Shelly poured them another stiff one. "Do you want to know sex?"
"Oh, yes," Ann was tearful again.
"Go put a robe on," Shelly demanded.
"I can't. You'll think I am repulsive."
"Look, Ann. If I thought you were repulsive, I'd go home. Yea, this is new to me, but lady, you have never known sex? That is terrible! How old are you?"
"Forty-five."
"Ann, do you know you are hiding a beautiful body? Think! You can give a girl a fuck and suck her tits. Not only that, she can suck your tits and finger bang you at the same time. Lady, you have it made!"
Ann looked blank.
"You don't know what I'm talking about. Go get undressed and I'll show you a good come. You'll feel better for it. Maybe you'll get over your self-consciousness and be able to enjoy life ... not run from it."
When Ann left, Shelly poured herself another double. I'll need it. I've never screwed a hermaphrodite. It's not fair to her. She's such a nice person to carry with her the pain she is. God, never to have known sex! Unbelievable!
Ann returned to Shelly who was now in the living room on the leather couch. She sat down. Shelly peeled back Ann's robe to reveal her naked body. Ann had full tits capped by rose buds. Her hips were well rounded. She had a tiny waist. She looked perfectly normal. If she says she's a hermaphrodite, I'll have to take her word for it. I can't see the difference. Of course she appears to be a normal woman. We'll soon see.
Shelly stood in front of Ann and took off her nurse's uniform. Ann watched as Shelly slipped out of her bulging bra. Shelly was watching Ann's body for a sign of a peter.
Shelly slowly lowered her bikini panties to show her pussy. Ann spread her legs. From between her labial lips, a dick poked out. Shelly peeled off her panties.
Ann's pole was fully visible. It was a perfect prick. Fantastic.
Shelly straddled Ann's lap and kissed her tenderly. Shelly tweaked Ann's tits and bent to nibble them. She moved her mouth to tongue Ann's nipples. Ann threw her head back on the couch and closed her eyes. Ann was experiencing a joy she had never known.
Shelly nibbled and tongued her way to her friend's ear. She thrust in her tongue and panted, "Are you enjoying it?"
"Yes, yes."
Shelly tongued her way to Ann's mouth and jabbed in her tongue. "Suck it like you would an orange, baby."
Ann sucked and returned her tongue for Shelly.
Ann's prick was beginning to throb. To this point Shelly had not touched the shaft. Now Shelly's hand went to the dong and began to pull and push.
Quite naturally, Ann's hips moved forward and backward to Shelly's every pull and push.
Shelly sucked Ann's nipples as she snubbed Ann's cock to her hole. Slowly Shelly sat down and inched the huge shaft into her cunt. The prick went deep into Shelly's hole. Shelly began to move up and down on the rod. Ann was in ecstasy. Her breathing was heavy. She whimpered with joy.
Shelly felt below the pulsating pole to find Ann's slit. She slid her fingers into the wet crack and plunged her fingers into Ann's hole.
With Ann's prick deep in Shelly, and Shelly's fingers probbing Ann's cavity, both girls sucked each others tits.
WOW, this is fantastic.
Shelly plunged and retracted at Ann's hole. Ann jabbed and thrust her rigid flesh in Shelly's cavity. They tongued and sucked the others nipples. Heat ran wild through Shelly. Ann was perspiring and panting! The passion mounted. The jabs Ann gave her increased, harder and harder! Shelly finger-banged Ann faster and faster!
AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEA! Ann screamed with delight. The cum spurted shot after shot after shot into paradise.
AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE! Ann screeched as she went off in Shelly's hand.
Shelly took out her fingers. They were covered with jazz from Ann's tunnel. She lifted her crotch off Ann's pole and felt the cum leak out her hole.
"Damn, Ann, you get twice the kick. Lady, you just came twice at the same time!"
"Oh, Shelly, that was good, good, good. To think of what I've been missing!"
They lay sprawled and depleted.
Shelly fixed them another drink.
Ann's eyes followed Shelly around the room like a devoted cocker spaniel.
Shelly handed her a drink. "You liked that, huh?"
"I have never felt so good in my life," Ann murmured.
"Now, do you promise not to be ashamed of your body?" Ann nodded.
"You have a lot to offer someone, honey. You are a good person and I don't want you to go through life thinking you are one of a kind." Shelly finished her drink, patted Ann on the bare ass, dressed and left.
She had a pretty good cock. It didn't hurt me a bit. Of course I had no fear of her and she didn't ravish my body like those guys in the snow. I guess I can return to having sex. I helped her to realize her body was good and she helped me to know I can now go out and have some fun again.
Shelly guided her car into her driveway. Going up her steps she noticed a box on the top step. She took it into her duplex to open it. Inside was a single red rose. A small piece of paper read: I LOVE YOU. No signature.
Shelly pondered. Who could have done such a sweet thing? I have no one that really loves me. Oh, yes. I'll bet that damn Bob is up to old tricks. He doesn't really love me, he just thinks he does. It's just puppy love. I gave him his first piece of ass and he thinks that's love. So sweet of him I don't want to hurt him. Damn him, why doesn't he pick up with some girl his own age? I've told him and told him. Shelly took the rose and put it in her bud vase. It was so beautiful and so simple. Bob had said with one beautiful rose plainly what he felt.
Shelly trotted to the bedroom and stripped her clothes off. She went to her window and peaked out. Bob's bedroom light was still on. It was passed two in the morning. Why isn't he sleeping? He should be in bed early. He said he was going to look for a job tomorrow.
She took a quick hot shower and fell into bed. Relaxed and warm her mind wandered. Bob is so sweet. Only the young would think to give her one rose. Most guys would think a dozen roses would more express what they thought. Bob said I love you so perfectly with one rose. He's getting sly, though. If he thinks he can worm his way into my bedroom again by sending me a flower, he's sadly mistaken.
She closed her eyes to sleep. Bob's face appeared over her in her dreams.
"I do love you, Shelly. Some day we'll be together. I want you so much. I need you. Some day you will beg me never to leave you. We'll go through eternity on the wildest sex-trip. We'll fuck and fuck and fuck forever." Bob's face faded and penis's came from everywhere in the darkness.
Shelly reared up in bed. What a hell of a dream. I can control the days, but the nights are full of Bob and that damn dong of his.
CHAPTER NINE
"Bob has tried to get a job all over town. He just can't seem to make the right connections," Martha was rambling on to Shelly. "There is a job on a pipeline. The pipeline is coming down the coast from San Francisco. He is going up there to see if he can get on. I think I'll go with him and visit my sister for awhile. Besides, Bob hasn't been himself lately. He doesn't eat well and he doesn't sleep well. I can visit my sister and keep an eye on Bob."
You've kept an eye on Bob for years, Martha. That guy can't take a crap but what you are checking on him. Who do you think you are kidding? You want to visit your sister, or you can't let Bob go? Bob hasn't had a girl friend, so he chases me. Could it be that you won't let him have a girl? He can come over here without you causing a big stink. He should be dating and have some freedom. Now, you are going to follow him to Frisco. That poor guy will never be free.
"Mike has never liked my Bob, you know. Mike is too possessive and you know how that is. Mike will just have to let Bob and I go for awhile. Mike can make it on his own while I visit my sister. Bob needs me," Martha continued.
Bob needs you like he needs a hole in the head! thought Shelly.
"You don't know what I've had to put up with all these years. Mike is mean to my Bobby. That poor boy has suffered so much due to his father."
He sure has. A new car that Mike is paying for. Bob has everything he wants. It's like he's suffered more from your domineering. His father would like Bob to be on his own and a man, but you won't permit that, will you, Martha?
"I think we'll leave tonight. Bob can apply for the job in the morning. I'll write you later in the week," Martha planned.
"I really have to get ready for work, now, Martha. I hope you have a nice trip and Bob gets his job."
Returning home from work, Shelly found another box on her top step. The one red rose inside bore the note: Good-bye for now. I love you.
Shelly cried as she slipped the rose into the bud vase. I've known him for years. I guess I do love him. I think of him as if he was my own son. He is gone. I will miss him. He is a doll. Poor Bob. I wonder if he will ever shake Martha? She is good in her own way, but she has to let go of him. I love him and because I do, I want him to be free and happy. He thinks he could be happy with me, maybe because I'm old enough to be his mother. He is a damn fine stud. That prick of his really turns me on. Now I won't have to fight him off any more. He's gone. Someone knocked.
"Come in," she called drying her tears. "Hi, Shelly." It was Bob's father. "Hi, Mike."
"Say, I'm all alone at home. Would you like to go have a drink with me?" Mike asked.
"I sure would. I'd like to go hear some good music, too. It's been a rough day. You're just what the doctor ordered." Shelly glanced at the red rose and left with Mike.
"Did Martha tell you how long she would be gone?" Mike questioned. They were driving slowly through the night.
"No. She just said she was going to visit her sister while Bob looked for a job. He wants to go to work on the pipeline."
"Where do you want to go for a drink?" Mike changed the subject.
"Some place different. Let's go into the city. I've gone to the singles bar so much, it's boring."
"I know a place that's different. It's out on the high-way. I want to see what you think of it," he smiled.
They picked up speed once out of town.
"Slide over here next to me," Mike urged.
"Down, fella. You are the husband of my best friend."
"I just want you to sit next to me," he patted her thigh. "Shell never know anyway. She's out of town, remember?"
"But shell be back!" Shelly argued.
"Maybe yes and maybe no. She has to be where Bob is. If he comes back, she will. If he doesn't come back, who knows? Come on, Doll, over here next to me," he coaxed.
Shelly hesitated. "No, I better not."
"I don't bite."
Shelly looked over at Mike. He was a big good looking guy with black hair. He was tanned from working outside. His eyes were jet black like his hair. He had a rugged appearance in his levi's and white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and showed arms bursting with muscles.
He glanced at Shelly and grinned devilishly.
"How far is this place?"
"Just up the road."
He drove the buick into a large parking lot. The name on the neon sign said, THE PLACE.
The front door of THE PLACE was an out house door, complete with a half-moon carved in it. They walked in and approached the bar.
Shelly cracked up. "Jesus, Mike, the bar stools are toilets!" She laughed hysterically.
Seating themselves on adjoining toilets, they ordered their drinks. The bartender ripped off squares of toilet paper instead of napkins.
"Really different?" Mike asked.
Shelly giggled and nodded.
The bartender brought the drinks complete with douche nozzles to serve as swizzle sticks.
"UGGGGGHHHHH," Shelly moaned. "God, I can't drink that with that douche nozzle in it!"
Mike roared! "You wanted to go some place different, honey."
Shelly wrinkled her nose at the drink and fingered the glass.
"It's all right. Drink it." Mike picked up his Tom Collins and downed half of it.
She removed the douche nozzle and laid it on her toilet paper napkin. Hesitantly, she sipped at her drink. "Laying the atmosphere aside, it's a good drink."
"You get to keep the douche nozzle to use later," Mike jested.
Shelly choked on her drink. "Thanks a pile."
Music blared from the stage behind them.
As everyone came to attention, the music beat out a rhythm of bumps and grinds. On stage stepped a cute little farmerette. She was all decked out in blue jeans tied over her plaid shirt with a rope. She bumped her way across the stage to be joined by a handsome young farmer. She faced him and began grinding her hips to meet his. The farmer rotated his hips and jabbed at her grinds.
"Take something off!" came from the audience.
The farmerette slowly untied her rope and dropped her blue jeans to the floor.
The crowd laughed at her ... as she stood there in her long underwear.
She gave a coy look to the farmer. He dropped his drawers to the floor and grinned back at the farmerette. His shirt came off next. The cutie stripped her shirt off. They stood looking at each other in their long Johns. Her pig-tails bobbed as she began to bump away from the farmer. He followed close behind her. With a flick of her fingers she dropped her trap-door and bent over to reveal her round ass. The farmer gazed at the asshole and promptly pulled out his dong. He backed clear across the stage. Holding his pole in his hand, he lined it up with the farmerette's asshole and ran full-gallop to sock it to her. She stood up with an "OHHHHHHHHH." Hooked up they waved and bumped and grinded off the stage.
Everyone clapped and whistled.
The farmer and farmerette returned to bow. His dong hung loose over his balls where his long Johns were unhooked. She bowed frontwards and backwards to reveal her hole to the audience.
Mike ordered another drink.
Shelly smiled at him as he slid his toilet closer to hers.
Mike put his hand on her thigh. "I want a little piece of ass tonight."
"You have Martha."
"Martha is no good in bed. I'll bet you would be. They have a place in back of here we could go."
"Maybe later. First I have to have another drink."
"You are really racking up the douche nozzles, lady," Mike grinned.
Mike ordered more booze.
"Why isn't Martha any good in bed?" Shelly asked.
"She doesn't like sex."
"Why don't you get someone that does like it?"
"I'm trying to," and he slid his hand under her skirt.
"Mike, you have lots of sex-appeal. You are really far out. But you are Martha's husband. I really wish you'd let me alone."
"I have stepped out on Martha for twenty years. She has never found out. She won't find out about us, either. Just gimmie a little."
Shelly moved his hand from her thigh and belted down her drink. "If you really want it, you can go to the city and get it easy."
"I want you."
"Goddamn," muttered Shelly.
Great, take the kid on first and now the father? Jesus, I am really a friend to Martha. Of course, Mike can't tell anyone and neither can Bob. I'd hate to have Martha ever find out about this.
"Where is this place?" The booze was hitting Shelly.
Mike helped her off her toilet and led her by the arm out the back door. A line of small cabins huddled under the trees.
"I made all the arrangements at the bar," Mike stated. "It's cabin number three."
Mike opened the cabin door. He flicked on the lights.
"This is different," Shelly stated looking at the almost bare room.
The floor was slick tile. In the middle of the single bed against the wall lay a bottle. The walls were all mirrored. The walls were banked with large pillows about a foot high.
Shelly walked to the bed and picked up the bottle. "Mazola oil!"
"Get out of your clothes," Mike demanded as he dumped the thick oil on the already slick floor.
Mike kicked his shoes and socks under the bed. He stripped bare in a matter of seconds. Shelly looked at the mass of curling hair across his huge chest. His prick was already erect. His balls were taunt. His body was mirrored from every wall. She could see his ass as well as his prick from every angle.
Shelly peeled her clothes off. Her boobs called to Mike's mouth. He came to her. He cupped her domes in his large hands. He bent and sucked her nipples. He slipped and fell!
Shelly laughed hysterically.
Mike pulled her down to the floor. They laughed and rolled in the oil. They were slippery.
The oil curled Shelly's pubic hair. She slid her ass over to the far wall. Mike tried to catch her. He slid on his rump. He grabbed for her and his hand slid off her shoulder. She laughed and tried to get up. She was on her hands and knees. Mike skidded up behind her to dog it to her. His knees slipped and his rod slipped the length of her crack and missed. She went sprawling. Her long hair was shinning in the oil. Mike crawled on all fours, his dong rigid, his nuts swinging. She scurried to escape. Mike approached apprehensively. Shelly lay on her belly, her tits dripping oil, and slid up against some pillows.
"I gotcha!" He laughed and slid into the pillows nose first.
Shelly rolled over on her side and slid away.
Mike stood up with difficulty and skated on bare feet to fall over her.
They hugged each other and rolled over and over together. His rigid flesh punched into her soft belly with each roll.
He opened his mouth to engulf hers. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and tongued her teeth and tongue.
She sucked and thrust her tongue into him.
His hands slid down her side and found paradise. He jabbed in two fingers. Her juices joined all the oil. His mouth came down on her tits and he lapped the oil off her nipples.
She reached for his dong and began to pull and push. Her hand slid off his prick. "This could get complicated," she mused.
"Let's fuck!" Mike panted. He climbed on her belly. He slid off the other side. "Son of a Bitch!" He clutched at her shoulders and slid his oily body onto hers. Her legs grasped his ass ... and slid to his knees ... and off he slid.
"Sit up and spread your legs. Well try another approach," he gasped.
Shelly slid to her ass and spread her legs. Mike, on his rump, put his legs over hers and slid his purplish knob into her crotch. He thrust his cock to her hole and bumped himself backward on the oil. His legs slipped off hers and he found himself a foot away from her cunt. His prick stood high and dripping.
It was funny! Shelly was ready! Mike was ready! and the damned oil kept slidding them apart!
"You sit still. I'll come to you," Shelly said.
Mike sat as Shelly slid on her ass to him. Her legs straddled his. Her crotch slid up his legs. She grabbed a handful of black curly hair on his head. She balanced herself on her knees over his dick. Her knees slipped and she came down hard on his pole!
"Don't move. I'll lose you," she breathed in his ear.
Neither of them dared move. His penis was deep in her moist cave. Shelly could not get her knees for any traction. Mike couldn't move or his prick would slide out. Shelly sat on his throbbing shaft. She felt him flinch the rigid muscle. Her tunnel tightened and loosened on his rod.
Shelly contracted her vaginal muscles as Mike flinched his dick in her. Shelly loosened her hold on his shaft. He bit her nipples. She tongued his ear.
"Can you cum, honey?" he whispered.
"Give me a couple more flinches of your prick and you'll have it in your lap."
He flinched. Her tunnel tightened. He flinched. She tightened.
AAAAAIIIIEEEEE! He shot hot jazz into her cunt, spurt after spurt.
AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! she sprayed his dong with cum.
She hung onto his hair and rode his penis as he slid his ass to the bathroom. They stood up on solid carpeting.
Mike turned the shower on to hot. They both climbed in and the hot spray chased the oil down the drain.
Shelly wrapped her long black hair in a towel. She stood naked before Mike. "How in the hell do we get our clothes and get out of here?"
"Good question," Mike answered looking around the bathroom.
There was nothing of any help. There was a button on the wall. It was labeled "Panic Button." Mike pushed it. A voice boomed through the bathroom from the intercom, "Got a problem?"
"Yes. My girl and I are stark naked. Our clothes are in the other room. How in the hell do we get them and how in the hell do we get out of here?"
"Why are your clothes in the other room, sir?" the voice boomed.
"Because we took them off so they wouldn't get soaked, you dumb bastard!"
"Walk in and get them, Sir. And next time you have an orgasm, try not to spray all over the room. Try to hit the mark!"
Laughter filled the bathroom from the intercom.
"Where is this friggin' thing hooked up to?" Mike asked.
"To your local bar, sir. I'll send in the rescue squad. Hang in there, fella." The intercom went dead.
Shelly looked at Mike and Mike looked at Shelly. Both burst into the giggles.
The rescue squad entered the cabin and threw saw dust on the floor.
"You can come out of there now, Sir. Watch your step. We are leaving now," the booming voice shouted through the bathroom door.
Shelly and Mike trod to the bed and jumped into their clothes.
Once in the Buick, Shelly laughed until her sides hurt. "That was really bitchin' Mike!"
Two weeks passed and Shelly didn't hear from Martha or Bob. Then one day after work, there was a box on her top step.
Bob's back. That must be my red rose!
Martha came to have coffee while Shelly put the rose in water.
"You have an admirer, Shelly," Martha teased.
"No, I brought the rose from the hospital." I sure as hell can't tell her Bob leaves me a rose every day.
"Things didn't go too well in Frisco," Martha said, patting her freshly done hair. "The pipeline work won't start for a while yet. Bob put in his application. They will call him, they said, when the work begins."
Martha examined her long well manicured nails for a sign of anything less than perfection.
"How much of a job is this? I mean, how long will Bob be away from home?"
"I'm not sure. It will be a rather big job." Martha took out her mirror to check for new wrinkles. "You know, that face job, it is really amazing! Makes a person feel years younger."
You are the picture of perfection, Martha. Even in your forties, you are a beautiful person. Not a single hair out of place. Make-up expertly applied. A ravishing figure. You could still be a model if you wanted to. Only you'd have to model fashions for the middle-aged and that would never do for you. Shelly eyed the thoroughly modern clothes Martha wore. She envied the way Martha wore her white knit-pants suit. The flaired pants clung to her well proportioned bottom.
Her accessories were gold hoop earrings, a gold chain belt, and gold sandals.
If only you didn't think so much of your looks, Martha, Mike would be screwing you instead of me. But he might mess up your hair or bust one of your nails. I can just see you sliding around in that Mazola oil on your round ass. If a drop got into your hair you'd shit a hairy squeal! Of course, the oil up your ass would guard against those imaginary wrinkles of yours. Shelly chuckled to herself at the thought of Miss Perfection in a puddle of Mazola oil.
CHAPTER TEN
Shelly was not at all pleased with herself. For years she had been a respectable married person. She had not even flirted with a man. She had loved her husband. Then when she found he hadn't been so much in love with her, and had been carrying on an affair, a divorce was the only solution. Here she was. She had not pnly screwed the neighbor boy, but now she had screwed the neighbor boy's father! And she had to face Martha every day. Martha didn't know Shelly had balled her son and her husband. This didn't make it any easier for Shelly to face Martha. Shelly was always afraid something would be said and she'd give herself away to Martha. With the return of Martha and Bob, Shelly didn't want to hang around the house and face Mike, Bob, and Martha.
She decided since-it was her day off, she'd take a long ride. She put on her gold stretch pants, tank top with matching stripes, her moccasins, grabbed her Indian purse and marched herself to the car.
She decided to drive through the back country. She left the highway and turned onto a narrow two-way road. The countryside was beautiful this spring. It had been a wet winter and now everything was green and bushy. The warm air was sucked into the car and blew her long hair.
It's great to be out here and away from my loving neighbors. I'll just stay gone all day. When I get home my neighbors will be too busy with dinner and television to come calling. I don't need to see them today.
A red light burst forth a warning from the dashboard. Now what is wrong? she pondered. Here I am in God's country, no one to figure that red light.
She slowed her coupe down and eyed the countryside for a farm house. None in sight. You dumb car. What is wrong with you?
The car dragged it's tail in shame and crawled along the road.
Her nostrils picked up the smell of heat. The red light continued to warn her something was wrong. Probably needs a drink of water.
Up ahead, on the right, she spied a rickity house. She coasted into the front yard. A huge dog yapped her arrival. She looked at the size of the beast and decided to remain in the car until someone from inside came to her rescue.
The torn screen door squeaked open and a large dirty woman emerged. She had on a spotted apron and dried her hands on it. "What can I do fer ya?"
"My car is hot and I need some water, please," Shelly announced.
"Come on in fer a spell and cool yerself. I'll get Hubert to fill er up fer ya."
The big dog was running around the car barking.
"Does the dog bite?" Shelly asked.
"Naw. He's friendly. Come on, dearie."
Shelly cautiously approached the wooden house. The steps strained under her weight. The old lady announced, "My name is Maude. Hubert is my son."
Maude proudly ushered Shelly into the parlor. The parlor was her pride and joy, only for special visitors. The parlor was a disaster area! "Set yerself down, honey. Now what dyou want?"
Shelly repeated that her car needed water. She sat in the over-sized arm chair with the stuffing falling out.
Maude scratched under her sagging boobs. "Water, huh. Well, we'll have to haul it from the well."
"I thought Hubert would fill it."
"Who's Hubert? You bring a man with ya? Well, he can haul the water."
"You said Hubert was your son," Shelly stated.
"How's come my Hubert is in yer car?
Besides, I ain't got no son." Maude pulled at her stingy hair.
"Perhaps I'd better get some water and leave," Shelly said squeamishly.
"Ya want a drink of water? Why on earth didn't ya say so? We got water in the kitchen." Maude pulled up a drooping stocking.
"We?"
"Oscar and me. We live here alone. Do ya know Oscar?"
"We've never met."
Maude stuck her paw down her neck and felt around. "He's here some place!" Shelly was uneasy.
"Here ya are, you little vixen," and Maude hauled out a tiny mouse. "That is Oscar?"
"Oh, ya know him?"
"No," Shelly smiled. She's a real ding-a-ling!
Maude plunked her large butt on the flowered sofa. "Now, what can I do fer ya?"
"Water? Do you have some water?"
"Gotta conserve water. Been a dry year. Looky over yonder. See how dry them hills is?" Maude stroked the mouse's fur.
Shelly glanced out the dirty window with the torn curtains.
"Here, you hold Oscar and I'll fetch ya a drink. I can only give ya a sip, though. Water's hard to come by, here in the desert."
Shelly shuddered as Maude thrust the dirty mouse in her lap.
Maude left to get the water.
The mouse curled up in Shelly's lap. Ye Gods, what a mess. Her sight fell to the shabby rug. Must be one hundred years old. This is for special people? Wonder what the rest of the house looks like?
Maude returned empty handed. "Yer mouse? I got one jest like 'em."
Shelly rose, handed the mouse to Maude and stated, "I have to go now."
"Don't run off, dearie. Stay and have tea with me," Maude begged. "Get's lonely out here in the swamps. Nobody comes out here much. What is a perty thing like you doing out here. There's snakes and lizards in the swamps."
"I'll have tea with you and then I must leave." Shelly patted Maude's fleshy shoulder. Hope to hell she's harmless.
Maude pushed Oscar in between her heavy boobs and motioned for Shelly to follow her. They went into the kitchen. Dishes and pans were piled on every surface. The floor had last year's mud on it.
Maude cleared the wooden table with one sweep of her fat arm. Dishes and cups clattered to the floor. "Ain't often I get to entertain," she smiled. "Well need these." She bent and picked up two coffee stained cups. Wiping them dust free on her ass, she asked, "Do ya want to taste my cider?"
Shelly nodded, not knowing if she could down anything.
The big dog romped in the back door which was propped open with a milk can. The flies were having a feast on left-over food from a month ago.
"What brings ya to these parts?" Maude asked reaching to the top shelf. The cupboard door was missing and the jug sat high. Not waiting for an answer, Maude continued, "Ever tasted home brew? I make it myself."
The big dog was sniffing Maude's ass. "After tea time, Buster. Jest wait a while ... he gets so impatient. Wants it all the time," Maude stated matter-of-factly.
Shelly sat in awe watching Maude.
Maude poured the liquid into the cups. It was filled with sediment. "Drink it down in one gulp. Better that way." Maude pulled up a wooden crate.
The dog was sniffing Maude's crotch. "Later, Buster. Can't ya see I've got compy?" She brushed the dog's nose away.
"Now, ya was sayin'...." Maude said.
Shelly shrugged her shoulders.
"Ya better watch that fergitfullness, honey. Pay attention." Maude swallowed all the home brew and poured another. "Ya ain't drinkin'. Ya don't like it?"
"Yes, it's very good," Shelly choked the brew down.
"Yes, sir. Sure looks like rain. Here have some more." Maude filled the cup again. "Guess I better put out the rain barrel. Back in a minute." She left with the dog's nose in her ass.
Shelly went to the sink and poured the brew in. It was plugged and the brew lay there. She glanced out the window. The clouds were dark and menacing. Drops of rain hit the windowsill. Shelly reached to close the window. Oops, I should have know, no window.
"It's like I was saying, boys, sure is nice to have compy. I never git ta talk, cept to youse guys." Maude was muttering to herself as she came in and plunked herself on the crate. "Here ya go, dearie. Have some more." Maude filled the empty cup again.
The rain pelted down. The car ought to be cool enough to drive. I gotta get out of here. She isn't with it enough to give me any water.
"Maude, I thank you very much for your hospitality, but I really must leave. It's a long ride back to town and I want to get there before the storm gets too bad," Shelly smiled and forged into the rain.
"Honey ... oh, honey ... you got a flat tire. Ya can't leave now," Maude hollered from the door.
Looking down at the rear tire, Shelly muttered, "Sonofabitch!" She returned to the house and a smiling Maude. "I have to get it changed and leave ... somehow."
"Come tomarrie, Luke, next door, will change it fer ya. Have some more brew?" Maude was beaming at Shelly. "Luke comes over to check on me twicet a week. He thinks I'm crazy," She chuckled. "Jest as long as he keeps comin over cuz he thinks I'm crazy, I fuck him twicet a week. I'm not so crazy. I git sick of screwin the dog."
"I knew ya couldn't drive that buggy away if I pounded the nail in far enough. You thought I fetched the rain barrel," Maude cackled, "but I killed yer tire!"
"Why would you do a thing like that?" Shelly asked, just a little bit exasperated.
"Cuz I like ya. If I hadn't of did it, ya would of left. I don't get no compy out here in the desert." The rain was pouring down. "Now, cuz yer so nice, I'll share Buster's prick with ya."
"God, thanks a lot," Shelly despaired. "That's all I need!"
"Oh, I'll share Luke with ya, too. I ain't piggish 'bout dongs. See, and Luke thinks I'm crazy. I ain't crazy. Am I crazy?"
"Oh, no, Maude. You're in great shape," Shelly said filled with pity.
"That damn friggin' mouse is biting my tits. If he don't be good, I'll put him to bed!"
She likes her animals. She likes Luke. She likes me. She does her best to make me feel at home. Really quite harmless, but she's way out! The only rotten thing she has done is flatten my tire, and that's because she's lonesome. Poor thing. She's dingier than a hoot owl.
Night set in.
"I'll get us some vittles. Would ya please mess with this dog while I get us something to eat?
He's had a hard-on all day. I usually give it to him every afternoon. But today was different ... Why was today different? ... Oh, yeah ... I had compy ... Who was here? ... You been here all day, who came to visit?" Maude rambled on.
Shelly called the dog and petted it.
"Naw, that's not what he wants. Grab onto his dick and jerk it a couple times." Maude opened a can of beans with a screwdriver and hammer. "I'm gonna use my best china fer ya ... Yer somethin' special."
Shelly was honored.
The dog put his front feet up in Shelly's lap. He rode her leg.
"Now, now, boy. I'll help you out," Shelly cooed.
She reached under him and grabbed his dong.
"Don't get him too hot, honey, he likes to crawl on a real hole," Maude remarked over her shoulder.
Shelly held the dog's prick in her hand and the dog did all the work. He was hunching his back and punching it to Shelly's hand. She felt his shaft throb. The dog whined and grunted. He moved faster and faster. His tail came forward between his legs. Shelly held his dick tighter. The dog was wild! He stuck his nose in Shelly's crotch and began to lick her pants. He punched and punched. Faster and faster the dog thrust. He sniffed. He licked. He whined. He grunted.
OOOOOOUUUUUUHHHHHH! the dog howled and juice spurted and spurted and sloshed in Shelly's hand.
"Damn him, that dumb dog will be pooped for a while. I was gonna let him crawl on me after supper. Now we'll both have to wait fer a while," Maude sighed.
The dog crawled off in the corner to recuperate.
Shelly washed the jazz off her hand in the brew in the plugged sink.
Maude served the beans on her best china ... cracked and chipped as it was, it was china.
"I don't know how good a screwin' Buster can give ya tonight. He's plum petered out. I'll let him fuck you first so you gets the best. Unless ifin I start the smudge pot a burnin', Luke will come a runnin' and you can have him first." Maude chewed open mouthed.
"This is too much," Shelly sighed.
"Well, ifin it's too much, maybe you better take on the dog. Oh, hell work up a good hard, but he ain't nothin' compared to Luke. That stud as young as he is, can holda hard-on longer than anybody. Hell fuck all night if you let him." Maude blew her nose on her apron. "This wet weather in the desert really bothers my nose."
Maude carried the kerosene lamp to her bedroom. Shelly followed.
"Strip off them clothes, dearie, and jump in bed. I'll call the dog."
Shelly tossed her clothes onto the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed. The springs squeaked and sagged. There were no sheets, just a straw-filled piece of material. A blanket was hanging over the bottom post.
Maude appeared at the door with Buster. He lunged on the bed and sniffed at Shelly's tits.
"Lay down and let him go to work on you. Be with you in a minute."
Shelly laid down and the dog sniffed her nest. She spread her legs and the dog's nose pried into her moist cavity. The dog began to snort. Buster lapped her slit. He licked her asshole. He licked her clit. He stuck his nose into her hole and whined. His flanks punched the air. Shelly grabbed his dick and pulled forward and pushed backward. The dog crawled between her legs and pushed his dick up against her moist cavity. Hot lips came down on Shelly's nipples as Maude joined the party. Maude sucked and nibbled Shelly's tits. The dog jabbed his rigid flesh into her cunt and banged and retracted. He hunched over her and jabbed and jabbed. Maude sucked and nibbled at Shelly's peaked breasts. Shelly thrust her hand into Maude's cavity. Faster and faster they worked. Harder and harder the dog fucked.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" Shelly yelled as the cum gushed from her vagina.
The dog's dick throbbed in her soppy hole. Faster and harder he pumped! He snorted and let out a howl...."OOOOOOOHHHHHHGGGGG!"
Shelly's fingers were working inside Maude. Back and forth. In and out. She stuck a finger in Maude's asshole and pumped it to her. Her thumb twitted her clit. In and out. In and out!
AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! and Maude went off in surges of juice.
The two women lay beat. The dog was busy licking the cum out of Shelly's crack. When he finished, he jumped over to Maude and licked her slit with long laps of his tongue.
The dog slept between the two women.
The sun came up brightly. Maude dressed and took Buster to the kitchen. Shelly lay naked and sleeping.
A tall man entered the kitchen and swatted Maude on the ass.
"Mornin' Maudie," Luke said.
"Sssshhh. I got compy. She ain't up yet."
"Who'd come to see you?" Luke asked pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"I don't know who she is...."
"She? You mean you got a woman here? ... Is she perty?"
"See fer yerself. She's in the bed," Maude urged.
Luke set his cup down and was followed by Maude into the bedroom.
Luke thrust his hands into his overalls and whistled slowly. He looked at the round domes with pink tips. His eyes followed down the slim waistline to full honeyed hips. He stared at her nest.
His hands clutched his prick from inside his pockets.
"Boy, I'd like fucking that snatch. Got a hard-on, too," he moaned.
"I'll start breakfast for the three of us. Go ahead and screw her. I'll call ya fer eatin'," Maude stated, walking out of the room.
"I'll just eat her. Fergit the vittles," Luke whispered.
Shelly woke up and looked at the man over her. He was fortyish. He was slim and hard looking. His hair was auburn and he hadn't shaved.
"You must be Luke."
"Yep."
"If you'll leave, I'll get dressed. I wish you'd change a tire for me. I have to get back to town."
"Fuckin' time first," he drawled. "I thought you came calling on Maude. Aren't you hers?"
"Nope, I'll fuck you first. I'll get to fuckin' her later."
Luke unbuttoned his overalls and dropped them His shirt offered no resistance and he didn't wear skivvies.
He had a hard-on for sure. His prick was tall over his balls. "You ready?" he asked.
"No. You just think you are going to jump on and wham, bam, thank you ma'am? You haven't even touched me yet. I'm just supposed to come from looking at you?"
Luke sat on the bed beside Shelly. His rough hands caressed her tits.
He slid his hands to her buttocks. With strong fingers he spread her cheeks and lowered his head to tongue her asshole. He kissed her asshole and stuck his head between her legs. He slid his tongue to her vagina. His tongue darted in and out of her tunnel. His hot breath shot up her channel. He flipped her on her back and continued to tongue his way to her clit. Back and forth on her clit, he tongued. Up and down. He nibbled at the bud. He sucked her clit.
Her juices ran hot. He lapped at her cunt. He sucked her hole. He thrust his tongue in and out, in and out.
Shelly flushed. Heat burst through her body.
Luke was breathing groans. His nostrils quivered. He tongued up to her clit. He buried his nose in her pussy. He nibbled up her belly to her neck. He sucked her tongue. She thrust her tongue back into his mouth. He threw her legs up over his shoulders and snubbed his rigid flesh to her hole. He pierced into her promised land and grunted with every stab. He stabbed and stabbed at her moist cave. Her vaginal muscles pulled him in farther. He hovered over her tits and bit her nipples. He punched his prick home!
AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE! he went off in her.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" her juices joined his.
The cum dripped off his dick as he pulled out. "Let's go see what Maudie has to eat," he said nonchalantly.
Luke ate breakfast off the tin plate with his dong hanging over his nuts. "If I put it away, I'll jest have to git it out to scew Maudie after breakfast," he jested.
Shelly ate her side-meat on thick slices of bread. She kept an eye on Luke's tool for signs of resurrection.
"We better screw now, while we're eating, Luke. Ya gotta fix her tire and git back to yer wife," Maude reasoned.
Maude slid her wide ass on the table. Luke held his bread in one hand and the other hand jabbed and prodded at Maude's hole. He took a bit of side-meat and chewed while watching his hand slide in and out of her cunt. Maude lay on the table, her legs wide apart. Luke's fingers jabbed.
"You ain't juicin' up too fast, Maudie," Luke stated pulling his fingers out of her tunnel. "Look, honey. Nothing on my hand."
"There's some honey, put some in my slit."
Luke dug his fingers into the honey-pot and lathered her crack with the sticky stuff. "That's better. Feel how easy I glide in and out?" He took another bite of side-meat.
"I'm about ready," Maude announced.
"Slide on," he said munching his bread.
Maude slid off the table and on to his rigid cock. She proceeded to slide up and down on his pole while he filled his mouth. The dog came to Luke and put his nose to Luke's balls. The dog began to lick the hot honey that ran from Maude's hole onto Luke's nuts.
Maude jumped up and down on his rod. She came down with such force Luke went off ... A A A AH I IE E EE E!
Maude followed ... AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!
The dog lapped up the cum and honey mixture. Maude climbed off Luke's prick and the dog licked his rubbery dick clean.
After Luke changed Shelly's tire she started out the driveway. She heard Maude say, "Wonder what she stopped here for?"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The summer night was still hot when Shelly returned home after work. As usual, on her top step, was a box with one red rose. She took it in the trailer and carefully put it in water.
Poor Bob. He's really got a case on me. I'm sure I don't know what to do about it. I don't want to screw him again. Once was too much. He's so young ... and well hung! God! But, I'm not hung on him. I've known him so long. Or am I hung on him? No. I'm too old for him. I've got to talk to someone about this situation. I don't want to ruin his life ... or mine. He is one fine looking dude and a terrific lover! But I'm old enough to be his mother. If he was good then, I'll bet he is out of sight now. He's had a couple of years to practice on someone. I wonder who he's been with? Surely he hasn't sat around doing nothing. He's bound to have screwed around with someone. I'll bet he's the best stud around!
She picked up the phone book and thumbed through the yellow pages. Under Physicians and Surgeons she looked for a doctor that specializes in psychiatry. She located a doctor in her neighborhood and vowed she'd call him the first available opportunity. She would talk this problem out. There were doctors at her hospital, but she didn't care to involve her personal problems with anyone at work.
Shelly walked up the brick sidewalk to the Doctor's house. She rang the bell. She waited. The door was opened by a short pudgy man with glasses.
"Mrs. Wooten?" he asked.
"Yes. Are you Doctor Pritchard?"
"Yes. Come in." He led her to his office off the hallway. The doctor motioned for Shelly to sit in the large leather chair facing his desk. "Now, Mrs. Pritchard, you wanted to talk to me?"
Shelly was nervous. She had never been to a head shrinker. She was quite queezy about the whole thing. "Yes. I have a small problem."
"Would you like to tell me about it?"
"I thought I wanted to tell someone." She hesitated. "I guess it's really too petty to discuss."
"Whatever it is, my dear, it must bother you quite a bit ... or you wouldn't be here." He smiled.
Shelly glanced around the book-filled room. "Well ... I don't exactly know where to begin."
"Just take your time." The doctor settled himself behind the massive desk. He folded his fat hands and waited.
"There's this young fellow ... and he thinks he's in love ... with me."
The doctor nodded.
"He's just a kid!" She burst forth.
"How old is the young man?"
"Nineteen."
"What's the problem? Are you in love with him?"
"Definitely not!"
"Why does it bother you that he's in love with you then?"
"I don't want to hurt him."
"If he's going to get hurt, that's his problem. He should be coming to me."
Shelly twisted her hanky.
"You have no control over his emotions. It's your emotions we are concerned with," the doctor smiled understandingly.
"I have no emotions about it," Shelly lied.
The doctor sat quietly.
"Well, I don't!"
The doctor patiently waited.
Shelly got up and walked to the window.
"Why are you looking at me?" she wheeled around.
The doctor said nothing.
Shelly paced. "I guess I have some feeling for him."
The doctor said nothing.
"He's a neighbor. I've know him since he was a child ... He's not much more than a child now. I'm old enough to be his mother."
"Have you ever slept with him?"
She ignored his question. "He sends me flowers. His mother is-my best friend. She'd have fits if she knew."
"Knew what?"
"That Bob is in love with me. Bob is her only child. She worships him. She wouldn't like him to be in love with me. I'm forty-years-old."
"She doesn't like you?"
"Oh, yes. But she wouldn't want me to mess around with her son."
"Do you mess around, as you phrase it?"
Shelly made no comment.
"Usually in a case like this, if you have not encouraged the lad, he will find someone else."
"I haven't encouraged him. I have gone with many men. He knows that."
"There must be some reason he thinks he loves you. A young man of nineteen is in his best years, sex wise. Now if you haven't had sex with him, why is he in love with you?"
"I had sex with him once." Shelly lowered her head.
"Did you enjoy it?" Shelly nodded.
"Then he must have known what he was doing ... to be able to satisfy an experienced woman. At nineteen, most of them are concerned only with themselves."
"He wasn't nineteen when we had sex."
The doctor looked at her quizically.
"He was a sixteen-year-old virgin."
"That would explain his strong attachment. You were his first experience. He feels he did wrong and owes you something ... or did you seduce him...?"
"No, I did not!"
"You must have done something to encourage a youth of that age. Are you saying he raped you?"
"N ... n ... no," she stammered.
"Then you were cooperative."
"You make it sound dirty ... and it wasn't!"
"I don't make it sound any way. I am merely trying to get the facts," he corrected.
"He came to my house. I had a broken zipper. One thing led to another and he got carried away. He was forceful ... but not to the point of being brutal."
"This episode seems to be very vivid in your mind, for having occurred so long ago," the doctor remarked.
"I remember it like it was yesterday. I relive it whenever I see him."
"Why?"
"He lives next door. I can't help but see him!" she snapped.
"Even seeing him every day, you do not have to relive an experience that happened years ago. Do you relive every experience you have?"
"Of course not!"
"Why are you so upset about one sexual experience?"
Tears came to Shelly's eyes. "I guess it's because every time I see him, I think how great he was that day. Doctor, I've tried to forget him, honestly I have! I've been with men, all kinds of men since then. With every man, I try to blot out this young stud! I can't do it."
"What makes this young man so different? Is it his technique?"
"No. I've been with men with all kinds of techniques. I've been with men of all ages. I've had sex every way there is to have it. But with Bob, it's different!" she sobbed.
"Do you enjoy sex with all these other men?" the doctor asked.
"Yes, but with him it's different. He is so sweet ... so kind ... and really a good fellow ... he's just great."
"Would you say love enters into it at all?"
"I think a lot of him ... I've known him for years...."
The doctor waited.
"If I do permit myself to love him, it's an impossible situation!" she screamed. "His parents would never stand still for it!"
"Who can determine what is right for anyone else? Can his parents live his life for him? Who is involved here? You and the young man are the only ones concerned in this problem."
"His mother tries to live his life for him," Shelly said.
"Then he will have to stand up to her. That's another problem. We are here to help you."
Shelly was wrought. "I know I am in love with him," she confessed.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know," she sighed.
"Anything a person cannot have, is what that person wants most. Have you thought of going with him for a while? You both will find out if you really want each other. Want each other enough to take on the condemnation of his mother ... and others who might not approve."
Shelly pondered the idea.
"My dear, you are quite upset about this whole problem. I think we have made remarkable progress today. What you need to do is to relax. Release your problem for a while. You can think about it while you have dinner with an old bachelor, me. If you have nothing else to do for a while, we can take a swim in my pool and then bar-be-que some steaks. Would you like that?" the doctor asked.
Shelly was quite tired from their talk. A refreshing swim and something to eat would hit the spot. She agreed and he led her to the back yard. His pool was kidney-shaped and shimmered in the twilight.
"You do not need a suit here. I have no inhibitions and you shouldn't either," he assured her.
Shelly slipped her mini over her head. The doctor looked at the round bosoms that overflowed her tiny bra.
"I think you have too many inhibitions, my dear," he remarked as he eagerly removed his suit.
Shelly stripped off her bikini panties.
The doctor gaped at her bush. Quickly he pulled his shorts off.
Shelly unhooked her bra and released her tits.
The doctor didn't look at all professional as his prick pushed up into his sagging belly.
Shelly pranced to the pool edge, her breasts bouncing gingerly. She dived into the blue water.
The doctor flicked on the underwater lights and hurriedly joined her. His fleshy body splashed into the deep water. He frantically swam three lengths of the pool attempting to quell his protruding dong.
Shelly swam gracefully to the shallow water to join him.
The two naked bodies porpoised their way several lengths of the pool. The water was well lighted and the slick bodies glided smoothly.
Shelly's curves shimmered provacatively before the lights. The doctor swam close to her rubbing his round belly on her ass. His dong swung loose under his protruding gut. Shelly's jutting breasts gleamed. Her nipples were hard. The doctor played little games. He swam around her. He swam away. He did a surface dive and swam between her spread legs. He nibbled her cunt on the way through her legs. A chill went up Shelly's spine.
She swam between his legs and gave his rod a gentle nip.
The doctor's flesh became rigid.
The next time she swam between his legs she pressed her face to his nuts.
The pudgy man was delighted. His shaft pressed into his belly.
Shelly swam to the edge and leaped out of the pool. The doctor was fascinated by the wiggling of her ass as she climbed out.
She strutted to the diving board. Her pubic hair clung to her skin. She poised herself on the end of the board. The doctor looked up at her crack. Shelly jumped spread legged into the pool. The doctor glimpsed her hole as she jumped. She swam the length of the pool and jumped out. The water cascaded from her body, body.
When she approached the board again, the doctor positioned himself below it. He took his rigid flesh in his fat hands to hold it out from his belly.
"Can you hit my stump?" Shelly eyed the purplish knob, jumped spread legged into the water. She missed his rod. The water rushed in around them. They laughed and spit the bubbling water from their mouths.
"Let's try it again," the doctor panted.
"How about the slide?" Shelly asked gingerly climbing the ladder.
She sat on the top of the slide. The doctor stood at the bottom in the water. Shelly spread her legs. The doctor gazed at her promised land.
Shelly hesitated, to give the doctor a good look at her cunt. Down the slide and into the water she came. The doctor watched her approach and adjusted his position to snag her hole on his prick. Contact!!!!
Her vagina encased his dick.
"Jesus," muttered the doctor.
"Fuck it to me, man," Shelly squealed.
The doctor jumped up and down in the water sliding his penis in and out. Shelly rode his dick. She clamped her shapely legs around his plump ass.
The doctor held her tightly to his body. He bent to suck her nipples and scarfed up a mouthful of water instead. Her cavity sucked up his prick. He speared her hole again and again.
"Can you cum?" he said hotly into her ear.
"Before you, baby," she breathed. The pumping he gave her made her frenzied. Her hips met his wildly. It was animal the way she dug her heels into his ass and bumped his prick.
AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE! she went off.
One last jab of his rod and AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!
They floated free of each other. Shelly's melons bobbed above the water. Her long black hair floated on the surface.
The doctor's belly was a huge balloon above the water. His dick floated limply.
"I certainly do envy that young stud of yours," the doctor said, eyeing her crotch.
Shelly lay on the lounge, knees up, legs apart, in complete relaxation.
The doctor sat at her feet.
Shelly was dreamy. "You think I should go with him, huh?"
"If you should decide you want him, marry him. Standards are changing. Happiness is what counts." He ran his hand up her leg to her pussy. He fingered her nest. He separated her lips and slipped his fingers into her slit. Gently he massaged her clit. He leaned forward to taste of her tits.
A woman emerged from the house and walked to them. "Hello, Henry."
"Oh, hello, dear, Mrs. Wooten, this is my wife, Mrs. Pritchard," the doctor explained. He never stopped twitting her clit.
"Hi," Shelly murmured.
"Is this one of your clients, Henry?"
"Yes, dear. Mrs. Wooten has a problem I am helping her with," he explained.
The doctor slid a finger into Shelly's hole. He was quite unconcerned that his wife was watching.
"Mrs. Wooten," Mrs. Pritchard addressed her, "My husband is an excellent doctor. If anyone can help you with your problem, I'm sure he can."
Shelly nodded. The doctor fingered her asshole. Mrs. Pritchard left with a wave.
The doctor continued his fingering. Shelly couldn't tell if he had a hard-on or not. His belly hung over his genitals. He sucked her nipples. He moved up to straddle her pelvis and poked his prick up against her breasts. He moved his dong back and forth on her nipples. Her nipples were hard. His rigid pole pressed her tits.
"I'd say the doctor has a problem. You are horny as hell, sir."
He thrust his fat dick to her face. "Suck it for me.
Shelly tongued the tip of his cock. She was getting interested in giving him a good blow-job.
"Oh, my God!" he jumped off her and grabbed a bottle of pills from the table. Quickly he popped one. "Nitro-glycerin," he explained. "I have this heart condition and I can't take a blow job." He excused himself and retreated into the house.
Shelly waited a few minutes. When he didn't return, she dressed and let herself out the side gate.
When she returned to her duplex, there was the red rose. Tears came to her eyes. Now I have the doctor's go ahead, I can release myself to Bob. I have fought him for years. Now when he comes over, I won't fight him anymore. I do love him. Maybe if I go with him long enough I'll get enough of his He-Man-fucks. Maybe he won't like me. Maybe I won't like him. This is a deal that I'll either marry him or get over him, once and for all.
Shelly went into the bathroom and douched. She then ran a warm tub and submerged her honeyed body. She allowed herself time to soak up the warmth of the sudsy water. Her olive tipped domes peered out of the suds.
After she got out of the tub, she primped for an hour in front of the mirror. She brushed her long black hair until it shone. She carefully applied the palest pink lipstick to her lush lips. She brushed on blue eye-shadow and covered her long lashes with mascara. She surveyed herself in the mirror. Her breasts jutted. Her hips housed paradise. She walked on air into her lavender bedroom. She hummed a happy tune to herself, Everything is beautiful in it's own way, like a summer's starry night and a snow plow on a winter's day. Everything is beautiful ... for Bob and me from now on.
She was happy and at peace. She chose an orange lace bra and pushed her tits into it. The buds were covered, but she rounded over the top. She slipped into orange bikini panties. She donned her orange hot pants suit with the low neckline. She gave her hair several more swipes with the brush and walked to the kitchen.
She absently went through the process of mixing herself a screwdriver and sat her round butt on a kitchen chair where she could easily see Bob's car if and when it rounded the corner.
Everything is beautiful, in it's own way ... and, baby, your prick is beautiful, in any way! To hell with Martha, to hell with Mike, and to hell with society! I'm going to have my young stud. I'm going to have you, Bob for as long as you want me.
She finished her drink and made another.
She waited. No Bob came home.
I don't want to be smashed when he comes home. I want to tell him how I've wanted him for so long. No other man turns me on the way he does. His looks, his body, everything about him is so bitchin'. I want him tonight, tomorrow night, and forever.
It was getting late. Shelly mixed another drink. She was glued to her view of the street. No Bob rounded the corner.
I wonder where he is? He's probably at his buddy's house. He'll be smashed when he gets home. Oh, well, that stud could screw if he was two-thirds dead. Hope nothing has happened to him. I could call Martha and ask where he is ... No, she's going to be pissed off enough when Bob tells her about us. Be patient, be patient. I have the rest of my life to hold him. His young hard body is always hot with passion. He wants me as badly as I want him.
Shelly fixed another drink.
That throbbing prick of his will feel so good. I've never sucked him off. I bet he'll like a blow job. It's so good, especially when you love someone. He'll hold me in his arms and kiss me. His warm tongue will find mine. He'll kiss my tits and bite my nipples.
Shelly drank another drink and waited.-No car came around the corner. No Bob came home. Shelly dozed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Shelly woke the next morning still sitting facing the window. She had to go to work. She quickly chose a uniform and had a cup of coffee. Her head hurt! Damn drinking! All I need is a hangover at work today.
When she backed her car out, she noticed Bob's car wasn't in his driveway. He must have a job. That's it! He was out last night celebrating his new job. I'll tell him tonight how much I want him. With him working and me working, we'll really have it made!
The day dragged for Shelly. She looked at the clock a hundred times an hour. Her mind was not on her patients. She did her work the best her mind would let her, but all she could think about was Bob ... Bob ... Bob.
When she got home, there was no red rose on her step. She was down-hearted as she walked next door. She knocked.
Martha answered. "Come on in, Shelly. You look tired. Rough day at the hospital?"
"Yes. I'm pooped."
"I just made some lemonade. Would you like a glass?"
Shelly nodded and lighted a cigarette.
"You'll never guess what happened to Bob," Martha hollered from the kitchen. "That job, you know the pipeline in San Francisco? Well, they called him yesterday and want him to be there this morning. He took off yesterday. You weren't home yet. He came over to tell you his good news. Now he's gone for a while. Hell be back on a week-end. Here's your lemonade."
Shelly's heart fell. Now I'll have to wait.
The rest of Martha's conversation went in one ear and out the other. Shelly was thinking about Bob. How long would he be gone?
Finally Shelly excused herself and went home. She had built herself up to having a ball with Bob and now he was gone. But not forever. He'll be back on the week-end. I'll see him then. I'll love him and he'll know I love him by the good screw I give him. I'll wait. It won't be forever. It'll be better this way anyway. When we get married, we'll move to San Francisco and be away from his mother. We won't have any static from anyone. Great. I'll wait. He's waited for me for three years. I guess I can wait for a week.
One week ran into two weeks and two weeks ran into a month. Bob did not come home. Shelly waited. She asked Martha how he was doing up the coast. Martha said he was really busy. He didn't have time to write to her much, but he called every Friday night. Shelly waited.
It was a Saturday morning when Bob knocked on Shelly's door. She was in her robe and her hair was rolled.
"Come in, Bob," she beamed.
"Hi, stranger." He grinned that impish grin of his.
They sat together on the gold sofa smoking.
"Tell me all about your job," Shelly pleaded.
"It's welding. We're putting in a pipeline. The weather up there is colder than down here, but I like it."
She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I missed you."
"Hey, what's this? I chase you for years and you turn me off every time. Now, cuz I've been gone a while, I get a kiss?"
"Bob, I have so much to tell you. It'll take me a while to tell you all of it. Now I want to make love to you. Then we'll talk. Will you love me?" she asked.
"Right on, chick."
She took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
She peeled back the satin spread. The lavender silk sheets gleamed.
Bob undressed her slowly. He unsnapped her robe and stripped it off her shoulders. She stood naked before him. Her crack was hot.
Bob slipped out of his pullover shirt. His chest was more developed than before. He had more hair curling on the muscles. He unbuckled his belt and slid his flared pants to the floor. His prick must have grown. She remembered it as huge, but now he was gigantic!
Her juices began to run. Sonofabitch, I'm going to have an orgasm just looking at him.
His big hands slid around her waist. He pulled her to him. His dong pressed against her belly. It was a burning rod. He bent and kissed her warmly and wetly.
Shelly melted. He was better at kissing than he had been.
He tongued her cheek and went to her ear. He kissed her warmly on the lobe and thrust his hot tongue in her ear.
She sank to the bed. He crawled on beside her. He took her in his husky arms and held her close.
Her whole body pulsated!
His mouth went to her tits and he kissed her nipples. He sucked her nipples. His hand went to her mound. He caressed the pubic hair. His fingers slid into her crack.
Her juices ran wild. Heat burst in her. Her head reeled. She tingled to his touch.
He slipped his fingers into her cunt. He moved them side to side sending frantic vibrations into her soul.
Shelly lay panting. Her eyes closed. She was in heaven.
Bob tongued his way from her nipples down her belly. His mouth was hot and wet.
Shelly moved her hips to press his fingers deeper into her cavity.
Bob buried his face in her nest. His hot breath penetrated to her clit. She was in a state of ecstasy.
Bob slipped his tongue into her crack and gently slid his tongue to her hole.
Shelly shuddered with delight.
He thrust his tongue into her cavity. His hot breath scorched her cunt. He sucked her juices and lapped her crack. He moved his tongue back to her asshole. He kissed her and thrust his tongue into her hole.
Shelly moaned.
Bob crawled between her legs while he tongued his way back to her breasts. He pushed his huge cock to her hole.
Shelly was wildly begging, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I've waited so long for this moment. Give it to me! Give it to me! I want you! Ram it to me! Hurt me! Do anything and everything to me! Fuck me! Screw me!"
"I'll give it to you, baby." And he rammed his cock deep into her vagina. He pumped and pumped.
"I can't take much of this," Shelly gasped. Bob held her ass in his hands. He thumped his dick into her.
She was crying in pure delight. Her crack was wet. Her cunt cried for more ... more ... more!
"AAAAAIIIIEEEEE!" she screamed.
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" he roared and sent shot after shot of cum into her hole.
He rolled off her perspiring body. They lay together spent.
"Bob, You know I've wanted you ever since that first time," Shelly sighed. "This was better than I ever remembered."
Bob lay quietly, eyes closed.
"I have tried to fight you, honey. I can't. I love you, Bob."
Bob opened his eyes and looked at her. "You what?"
"I love you. I want to be with you forever. I want you to fuck me the rest of my life!"
"You love me? Better late than never I guess."
"What do you mean, better late than never?" she asked.
"I don't know how to tell you this, Shelly. I've been gone a while. There's a girl in San Francisco. She has an apartment in the same building as I do ... I took her to dinner a couple of times."
"That's fine, Bob. So you have taken a girl to dinner. I love you, though. We mean so much to each other. I have always known it, but wouldn't admit it. Oh, Bob, at last we can be together." She leaned to kiss him tenderly.
Bob pushed her away and sat up. His dong lay lifeless between his legs. He hesitated ... "Shelly, this girl means more to me than a dinner companion."
Shelly sat up. "I'll understand if you've had sex with her. Over the years I've had sex, too, you know. I'm not that much of a prude."
Bob put his hand on Shelly's thigh.
She tingled at his touch.
"I'm going to marry this girl," Bob stated.
"Marry her? Bob, you can't! It's going to be you and I! You can't do this to me! ... to us! ... What we've got is good!" Shelly cried. The tears streamed down her cheeks. "Honey, I'm sorry I made you wait so long, but I didn't think it was right for me to love you. Now I know it is right! There is nothing left for me but you. I tried to fight my feelings for you, but I can't! Don't you understand, I love you?" Shelly argued. Her hand went to his young face. "Tell me you don't love me! Tell me you didn't like this last screwing! Tell me I don't turn you on! Tell me!" She was screaming.
Bob stood up. He picked up his clothes. Putting on his pants, he said, "Okay, Shelly, I'll tell you. I do not love you. I love Meg. I am not going to marry you. I am going to marry Meg. I wish you'd understand. I want you to meet her. I've known you so long. You are like a part of the family, almost like my mother."
"Now I'm like a mother to you! You sonofabitch, when you fuck me, am I like your mother?" she screamed.
"Shelly, you are a bit ... too old ... for me. You and my mother are bosom buddies. You are the same age as she is ... lacking a few months."
"That didn't seem to bother you up until now!"
"I'm not going to argue about it. I love Meg and I'm going to marry her. She is flying down here tomorrow. I want you to accept the fact you and I are ka-put ... done ... finished. I hope you'll like her. I want you to be at the wedding. For years you've had a hand in my life, like graduation, my birthdays, and all major events. This wouldn't be complete if you didn't come," he begged. He slipped on his shoes and walked to the front door. Looking back at Shelly's nude body, he smiled. "See you tomorrow?"
Shelly threw herself on the bed and sobs flooded her body. Boy, what a put down! As old as his mother! ... well, I am, hut that never bothered him before! Sonofabitch ... I want him ... She won't get him ... I love him! ... What the hell does she know about love? ... He's mine ... mine ... mine ... That young stud can't want her....Shelly's body was racked with pain. She sobbed herself to sleep.
Meg arrived. Bob brought her to Shelly's apartment.
"Shelly, this is Meg. Meg, this is Shelly, she is my mother's best friend. Whenever my mother isn't around, Shelly is like a second mother to me. I think the world of her." Bob hugged Shelly's shoulders impersonally.
"So glad to meet you," Meg said and smiled sweetly.
Like a second mother indeed! He sure is putting me in my place ... makes me feel like Grandma Moses. Then out loud, "I have some cookies and milk, would you children like some?" There, you bastard, that's what you are to me, a child!
"Sure would," Bob smiled, ignoring the dig.
Shelly invited them into her kitchen. She put a plate of assorted cookies on the table and poured milk. "Bobby always has liked my cookies, ever since he was in grammar school. He'd come over here and tell me all his little stories and eat my cookies. Of course, he is still a baby to me. He just isn't old enough to be a husband, in my estimation," Shelly gouged.
"Older people just can't realize that the younger generation can assume responsibility," Meg reasoned innocently.
I don't like this girl. Shelly was furious! Older generation, younger generation, crap!
Shelly appraised Meg. She was about eighteen. Her long blond hair hung straight below her shoulders. Her eyes were clear as a blue lake. She wore no make-up. She didn't need it, damn it! Her body was lean. Her small breasts were well covered by a high necked sweater. Her hips filled her navy flairs to perfection. There was nothing sexy about her. She was the picture of innocence. She's so damn little. She's not really skinny, she has boobs, but certainly not full ones like mine. Her hips are inviting, I suppose, if you like half grown girls. Now I am a woman, she's a child. What the hell could he see in that kid?
Bob put his arm around Meg and beamed at her. She smiled at him.
"Isn't she just beautiful, Shelly?" Bob patted Meg affectionately.
"She's a pretty child," Shelly stated flatly.
"You will come to the wedding? It will be a small one at Bob's house. Just members of the family. You being Bob's second mother, we both want you there," Meg smiled sweetly.
"Yeah, I'll be there. I always wanted to be at Bob's wedding." Of course, I thought I'd be the bride. You think I ought to come in a wheelchair, you little shit.
"We better go, honey. We have a lot to do before the wedding," Bob squeezed Meg.
"Whatever you say, Bob," Meg held his hand.
Whatever you say, Bob, Whatever you say. God, she is sickening. She's so damn sweet and agreeable. The way she looks at him, you'd think he was Christ! Shelly was green with envy.
Bob and Meg left arm in arm cooing at each other.
Sickening, sickening. I can't see why he's so hung on her! She's nothing! Half grown little runt! A guy like him needs a full gown woman, like me! Shelly threw the glasses in the sink.
Wedding plans were in full swing. Everyone was going to and fro. Martha ordered flowers. The minister was notified. Bob bought a new suit. Meg's dress had been delivered.
Shelly watched with tears in her eyes and a broken heart.
Bob and Meg were in a world all their own. The love-birds were oblivious to everything but each other.
The day before the wedding, Martha and Meg had some last minute shopping to do. They left in a bustling hurry.
Mike was at work. That left Bob at home alone taking a nap.
Shelly was not about to give up on Bob so easily. She put on her red mini dress, combed her hair to a sheen and dashed over to Bob's duplex.
"I thought Martha would be here," Shelly lied.
"Come in." Bob held the door wide.
"How are the plans going?" Shelly asked. That was a stupid question, for Martha had included Shelly in every gory detail.
"Fine. Just fine." Bob seated himself in the rocker.
"Bob, don't go through this wedding with her! Can't we get together? I love you, baby," Shelly pleaded.
"I told you before, I love her."
"What's to love? She is just a little girl. She can't do for you what I can do." Shelly came to the side of his rocker.
"She may be a child to you. To me she's a young woman," Bob argued. "She can do anything you can do. She loves me. I love her. That's it, Shelly!"
Shelly bent to kiss him.
"Knock it off, huh? Meg and Mom will be home any minute. I don't want them to catch us now." Bob pushed Shelly away.
Shelly came back at him like a yo-yo. "You have wanted me for years. Now here I am."
"And you refused me for years. Now I'm refusing you." Shelly grabbed him around the neck. "Kiss me, once for old times sake."
"Damn it, Shelly, Meg will walk in here and see us."
"I'll lock the door."
"That will look great! You and I in here behind locked doors. No, ma'am."
Shelly locked the door despite his protests.
"Just one kiss?" she begged. If I can get him turned on, maybe he'll see what he'll be missing. He'll want me and not that dumb chick he thinks he is going to marry.
Shelly slid onto his lap.
"One kiss and that's all!" Bob announced.
She took his face between her hands and put her full lips to his. She tasted his moist cavity. He responded by jabbing his tongue into her mouth.
She nibbled his lips. "Baby, one more screw. Just one more," she whispered.
"No. I don't want it."
Shelly's hand fell to his lap. "Yes, you do. You have a hard-on." She fumbled with his zipper. He took her hand away. She kissed him passionately and reached for his zipper.
His arms went around her and held her tightly.
She pulled his hard dong out his fly. She slipped to her knees and began to kiss and tongue his prick.
He offered no resistance.
His hands stripped her mini up over her head. He unhooked her bra and her full breasts burst forward.
She pushed his hard cock into her moist mouth and sucked. She held his nuts in her hand and gently massaged them. She tongued his prick.
He jabbed at her mouth. His hips pushed his rigid flesh deeper.
His hands reached for her tits. "Baby," he panted.
She sucked harder. She sucked to pull his pulsating shaft in ... in ... in.
The heat was burning in her. She gave him the tonguing of his life.
He pulled her to his lap. He ripped her panties off.
She straddled his pelvis and lowered her cunt to his prick.
He bit her nipples. His hands slid to her ass. He pushed his knob into her hole. He rocked back and forth in the rocking chair. The chair did his work for him. Each rock forced his pole deeper into her tunnel.
Her juices soaked his rod.
"Bob, you fuck so good," she panted.
"You're a good piece," he breathed.
Faster he rocked.
His organ pumped it to her.
She was perspiring. "Baby, baby, baby, it's so good."
He tongued her tits wildly. "I'm going to cum," she cried. "Bob, Bob, open this door!" his mother called.
Bob jumped up, jerking his prick from Shelly's cunt. "Sonofabitch, get out of here!" he panicked.
Shelly grabbed her clothes. She started to slip a leg into her panties.
"Bob! Bob! Open this door!" Martha pounded on the door.
"No, don't get dressed! Go out the back door," he pushed her frantically down the hall. "Here, put this on!" He grabbed Mike's robe from the door-knob.
Shelly was pushed into the large robe. She clutched her clothes and Bob shoved her out the door.
"Your dong's out," she whispered before he closed the door in her face.
Shelly ran to her back door and let herself in. Her heart was racing. "Sure bunged up that fuck," she told the walls.
Shelly tossed her undies into the blue suitcase. She was sobbing. I've tried everything to keep Bob. If he wants Miss Prissy-Ass let him have her. I don't need him! I sure can't go to his wedding. I couldn't bear to see him marry her. I'd crack up! To think she's going to have him the rest of her life. She'll have his children. She'll screw his rod every night. I can't stand to think of it!
She jammed as many of her clothes into the bag as it could hold. She slammed it shut! I gotta get out of here. The wedding is today! I have to go someplace! Anyplace! Tears flooded her face as she ran to her car.
She rammed the gears into reverse and shot out the driveway. She threw it into low and burned rubber to the corner. She sped onto the main street. She could hardly see through her tears. Gaining control of herself, she slowed the car to the speed limit. Now where do I go? I guess I'll go up the coast. I can spend a while up there.
She sniffed and dried her tears. She headed the coupe for the freeway.
She started up the on-ramp. A young boy was thumbing his way. She stopped the car and he crawled in.
He must be about sixteen. Well built. Good looking stud.
"How far are you going?" she smiled at the young buck.
"Just up the coast aways. I don't know how far I'll go," he answered.
"I'll take you as far as you want to go ... and as fast as you want to go." She winked at the young man.
