Since 1953, when Alfred Kinsey published his monumental work Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, our customs and standards may have changed, but biological facts cannot change. That is, in spite of the so-called "Sexual Revolution" taking place in the United States, there are certain innate sexual characteristics of the human being that cannot be altered by changing times and attitudes, characteristics that will remain the same regardless of whether the country's sexual mores are liberal or conservative.
Kinsey discovered one of these innate characteristics, namely, that while the human male reaches the peak of his sexual performance in his teens, the human female does not arrive at her maximum sexual interest and energy until she is in her mid-thirties. That rather unfortunate fact is the subject of this book.
"Unfortunate" because a little thought will reveal to the reader the problems created by this difference between the sexes. The adolescent boy requires a sexual outlet more than he ever will again in his life, but society does not permit him one. Even in our seemingly "enlightened" age, we do not encourage teenage boys to marry or (even worse?) to have sexual relations with their female peers. Just as frustrating, if not more, is the plight of the older woman, the woman in her mid- and late thirties, who is coming into her sexual prime but cannot find sufficient satisfaction. Her husband, in the vast majority of cases, is her age or older, and he is beyond his years of peak performance and therefore unable to gratify his wife's needs. If the older woman is unmarried, she is even more frustrated.
Considering these facts, the magazine Sexual Behavior (April 1972) made the following bold suggestion: "This, combined with life expectancy figures, would surely argue for marriages and love affairs between seventeen-year-old men and thirty-two-year-old women." That is, the adolescent boy and the middle-aged woman, both at the height of their sexual careers, ought to be allowed to get together and enjoy each other. But our society frowns on such liaisons. In our peculiar moral code, it is all right (or at least no one is terribly shocked) if an elderly man has an affair with, or marries, a teenage girl, but if a middle-aged woman has an affair with a teenage boy, she is considered some kind of sex fiend.
This book deals with the problems of such an older woman, specifically an unmarried schoolteacher in her late thirties, who must find a socially approved outlet for her peaking sexual needs, and who, moreover, is daily surrounded by adolescent boys with the same problem. She encounters great difficulties in her search because of the restrictions laid down by society and by her own conscience, and her eventual solution is, to say the least, hardly a conventional one. But our sympathies must be with her, because for many such women, the choice is between unconventional behavior and total frustration.
The author, a former schoolteacher, is well acquainted with the teaching world "behind the scenes" and has known personally many women like the protagonist of this book, Anne Harper, though few of them have found such an unusual solution to their sexual problems as she does. Perhaps as our sexual attitudes become more enlightened, there will be no need for women to experience the frustrations and guilt of Anne Harper.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Naked, Miss Anne Harper, teacher of English, paused suddenly as she stepped from the shower and stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. It had been a long time since she'd given herself such an inspection. She'd felt there wasn't much worth looking at, but now she was thinking, Say, I'm not over the hill yet!
She was right. For a woman of thirty-seven, she was by no means an old hag. Anne was tall, around five-feet-eight, and voluptuously built, on the lines of Sophia Loren or Anita Ekberg. Her legs were long and well-shaped, her waist tiny, her skin a smooth silky tan. But what made men turn in the streets and gawk were her very large, perfectly firm breasts that pointed aggressively straight ahead, without the aid of a bra. Anne was always a little overwhelmed to be the owner of a pair of knockers like that; absently she caressed the light pink nipples, then blushed as she realized what she was doing. She gazed at the dizzyingly beautiful curve of her body from breasts inward to waist and outward to sensuously rounded hips and thighs, her round smooth belly was firm and taut as a young girl's, her almost childish snatch was small, silky, a little heart-shaped thicket of golden brown curls.
What a shame, she was thinking, that this lovely body has to be wasted. An incredible shame that no eager, lusting male could seize it, fondle and explore it, and satisfy its cravings with the fierce thrusts of a burning-hot cock.
Again Anne blushed at her own thoughts, but she was also bitter. Damn society, that condemned her to a life like a nun's! She was a woman, all woman, yet because she was also a schoolteacher, she was required to behave with all the caution and respectability of a saint. She almost fainted with longing as she recalled the last time she'd had a man. My God, it was nearly five years ago now, that summer vacation she'd spent in Canada . . . the burly, rough French-Canadian trapper who'd taken her like an animal in the forest behind the lodge. He'd spoken no English and she'd spoken no French, but it sure as hell hadn't stopped them in their rutting, squealing, sweating orgy of love-making! Remembering it now, Anne sank back against the shower stall, her eyelids drooping shut, her face flushed, and hardly knowing what she was doing, she ran her hands over her tingling swollen breasts, down the silk of her belly, to the aching lips of her pussy that throbbed with delightful sensations at her touch. She inserted one finger between the wet hairy lips, gasped. . . .
Stop it! she told herself. My God, stop it! You must be some kind of sex fiend, you can't keep your hands off yourself!
She felt like crying. For years she'd been able to control herself, to ignore the demands of her body, but lately, especially in the past year, her desires seemed to have increased beyond the point of endurance. Day and night she was obsessed with the need for a man. She did not know how much longer she could hold out, and yet she blushed with shame at her own lustiness. She wondered what had made her that way.
Her childhood, her family life, had been nothing unusual except, perhaps, for her parents' strictness. Anne had never been allowed to date boys or even to wear make-up or jewelry. When she'd gone to teachers' college, she was determined to start living her own life, a more normal life, yet by then the damage had been done: she didn't know how to behave around men, she was awkward and shy, and most men mistook this for coldness and avoided her. She'd had a few dates, even one affair in which she lost her virginity to an engineering student who said he wanted to marry her but dropped her when their love-making ceased to be a novelty. By the time she was graduated from college and began teaching, she'd resigned herself to being an old maid.
There had been a few affairs after that, but not many. Anne had returned to teach in her home town, Elmsville, pop. 15,800, where she'd gotten a job as an English teacher in the junior high school. She lived with her younger brother Eldon Harper, the head librarian at the City Library, and on the whole she'd been content with her life. At least up to this year.
This year had been disturbingly different, she didn't know why, but she was constantly tormented with her sexual urges, with the agonizing need for a man. She had trouble keeping her mind on her work. As she stood before her classes she would suddenly blush with shame to find herself staring at the boys' crotches, wondering breathlessly if this one or that one was as well hung as he seemed. . . .
Now Anne straightened up, forced herself to keep her mind on getting ready for work. It was nearly 8:15; she'd have to hurry. In her bedroom she dressed in a modestly cut light blue suit, and she brushed her long chestnut hair and pinned it up in a bun. She checked to make sure her slip was not showing (the class always broke up in giggles if it was), then hurried out to her car.
It was only a short drive to Madison Junior High. Anne kept telling herself she should walk, she needed the exercise, but like most Americans, she automatically found herself driving everywhere, even if her destination was only a block away. She parked and walked quickly to her classroom, began to organize her notes for her first class, English Poetry.
"Good morning, beautiful!"
Anne looked up from her desk to see Scott Caldwell, the principal, leaning in the door grinning at her. What a sexy guy, she thought, not for the first time. She had a wicked impulse to reply, "Hi, Scott, how's it hanging?" just to see him gawk. But she knew she'd never do that. Instead she answered gravely and primly.
"Good morning, Mr. Caldwell."
Scott Caldwell was around forty years old, a tall, muscular, athletic man with rugged but attractive features. He was friendly, down-loose, and very popular both with the faculty and the students. Naturally every female teacher on the staff had a lech for him, but up to now there'd been nothing they could do about it, because he'd been happily and faithfully married for fifteen years. But that summer his wife had been tragically killed in an automobile accident. His grief didn't show in his face any more, he'd had time to repress it, but only now was he getting back his old bounce and cheerfulness.
"Maybe we could grab some lunch together later?" he was asking Anne.
Well, well, she thought, then replied, "Sure, I'd love to."
He grinned at her again and was gone. Anne smiled to herself in pleasant surprise. Mr. Caldwell had never shown any special interest in her before, but then, of course, he'd been married. She wondered what the possibilities were with him. . . .
The first bell rang, and a herd of students drifted into the room, chattering away and only reluctantly taking their seats. Anne stood before them and waited patiently till they quieted down. She noticed with distress that Tom Austin, who sat in the front row, was wearing an especially tight pair of jeans that day. Come on, old girl, she told herself: eyes forward!
"Now, class," she began, when the last talking had died down, "your assignment for today was to read and analyze the poem 'The Last Sonnet' by John Keats. I'm going to ask just a few questions, to see how well you've done it." Everybody groaned, but Anne only smiled and went on. "Here is a quote from the poem: 'And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite.' Tom, what does 'Eremite' mean?"
Tom Austin, a lanky handsome blond of fourteen, jerked straight up in his seat and turned red. Obviously he hadn't been listening. "Uh?" he began. " 'Eremite'?"
The class giggled. "Yes, Tom," said Miss Harper.
" 'Eremite,' a word from the poem you were assigned for today. What is the meaning of that word?"
As Tom struggled to think of something to say, Anne found herself doing it again, staring at his crotch, the very sight of that tight bulge making an answering tingle in her cunt. She fought the urge to blush, made herself look him in the eye.
"All right, Tom, better luck next time." She looked around the class. "Candy, can you define the word?"
Candy Green, a nubile fourteen-year-old with enormous brown eyes and perky little tits, stopped chewing her gum and frowned in concentration. "I looked it up," she said, "I'm just trying to remember. Oh, yeah, it means a hermit."
"That's right, Candy. Good. An Eremite is a hermit, a man who chooses to live alone in the wilderness. But an Eremite is also a special kind of hermit. What kind? Walter?"
Walter Quackenbush, an owlish, near-sighted, skinny boy, was the smartest person in the class; to everyone else's disgust, he always had the right answer. "An Eremite," he pronounced in his nasal voice, "is a religious ascetic, a person who lives alone and allows himself no physical comforts, as a way of serving God. That means he has only the most primitive food and shelter, the simplest clothing, and he allows himself no fun, no booze and no sex."
Everybody guffawed, and Anne, who could not help laughing, said, "Thanks for that little touch of humor, Walter. And for your perfectly correct answer. Now let's get on to the rest of the poem."
Later, when she had set the class to work on a written assignment, Anne thought to herself: I am an Eremite in a way, I suppose. No fun, no sex. I might as well be living alone in the wilderness, for all the sex I get! But I certainly don't live this way by choice!
She watched Tom Austin as he worked, frowning and chewing his pencil. Tom was certainly not one of the better students in the class, but he was the one she kept looking at. She stared longingly at his young smooth-muscled arms, his broadening shoulders, his trim tight hips, and then down again to the place she could not help concentrating on, the place that fascinated her, the hard protruding line of his crotch. She wondered if that boyish prick was man-sized yet, if it had ever stiffened and reddened and hammered into a woman's thirsty wet cunt, how it would feel, hot and pulsing, ramming into hers. And she felt a sudden gush of juices from her vagina, telling her she was hot, she was ready, oh, so damned ready!
I've got to have him, she thought wildly, I must have that beautiful boy in my bed, I must see and touch and suck and lick that big young cock. . . .
The bell rang, and Anne almost yelped with surprise. She hadn't noticed the time at all. She got up to stand by the door and collect the papers as the students left. When Tom Austin passed her and handed her his paper, his thigh accidentally brushed hers, and she felt dizzy and burning with the urge to throw her arms around him, put her hand on that tantalizing hard lump in his pants. She forced herself to stand still, to smile calmly at the students as they passed her in the doorway. My God, if they knew what she was thinking!
When they had all gone, Anne closed the door and locked it and sank back against the wall, the blood rushing in her head. She couldn't help it now, she just couldn't stand it any longer, she had to get some relief! Raising her skirt, she reached down inside her panties to her little mound of hair, wet now with the juices of lust. She parted the furry cuntal lips and ran her fingers along the satin-smooth dripping folds of her slit. She gasped with pleasure at her own touch, and she reached farther back, rubbing and stimulating herself, till her fingers touched her wildly contracting cunt-mouth.
Trembling now, flushed red all over, sweating a little with the heat of her horniness, she pushed two fingers up her burning vagina and groaned with joy at the marvelous feeling of being penetrated. She worked her fingers in and out, faster and faster, pretending it was Tom's young stallion prick that made her moan and gasp and twitch her hips helplessly. Her fingers, her whole hand, were soaked and slippery now with her own juices, and her tits, so sensitive to sexual feeling, were swelling and tingling. She thrust harder and deeper into herself and felt the first throbbing contraction of orgasm.
Oh, yes, yes! she thought as she frigged herself wildly. Yes, pretend it's him, his big dick's in me, he's fucking me so hard and so good. Oh, my God, how I love it! How I need him! He's screwing it into me deeper and deeper, he's like a young bull, splitting me, piercing me, pounding me, Oh, God, and I'm cumming, I'm CUUMMINNG! Oblivious now of everything, she screamed aloud, writhing and jerking up and down on her plunging fingers, "Ohhhh! Uhhh! O, 0,0, God! Ahhhh!" She sank to the floor, her fingers still moving to buzz the very last bit of sensation from her wildly contracting, squeezing cunt.
A moment later it was over, and she sobbed with shame. She, a grown woman, a supposedly decent woman, masturbating like a sex pervert, how could she live with herself? What made her do it?
Then she remembered her lunch date with Scott Caldwell, and she dried her eyes and went off to the ladies' lounge to clean up and get ready. Somehow, she told herself, she must stop this insane behavior.
CHAPTER TWO
Twenty-four hours later Anne Harper was sitting at her desk watching the class work on another written theme. Nothing had changed, she thought grimly, and all her resolve had failed to prevent the return of that wicked, brazen desire, that disgraceful lust which seemed centered on a young boy, Tom Austin. Again she watched him as he wrote, again her eyes strayed irresistibly to his crotch, and in her imagination she undressed him, touched his beautiful prick, did unspeakably licentious things to it. . . .
The lunch the day before, with Scott Caldwell, had been pleasant, but not very productive, at least not in the way Anne wanted. She'd been hoping, as she went to meet Mr. Caldwell in his office, that he might be the answer to her problems, might be interested in her enough to become her lover, and then her passions would find some steady relief.
He'd taken her to Ginselli's, the best restaurant in town-that was a good sign. But as they drank their martinis and ate the rare roast beef which was a specialty of the house, he'd only been friendly, chummy, and apparently not interested in pursuing things. Too bad. He was one hell of a sexy guy, and she wouldn't have minded getting involved with him, not at all.
And, God, how she needed somebody steady! Now as she forced her eyes away from Tom Austin's crotch for the fiftieth time that morning, she felt the familiar burning in her cunt, the familiar trickle of juices over her slit that signaled her readiness, her aching need to be penetrated, fucked, and fucked roughly and mercilessly. She felt dizzy, not in control of herself, and as the bell rang and the students rose to leave, she impulsively jumped up and stood in front of Tom.
"Tom," she said shakily, "I want to talk to you about something. Would you mind staying here a few minutes?"
Tom shrugged. "Sure, Miss Harper. Whatever you say." He sat down again.
Anne watched the rest of the class file out of the room and thought to herself, My God, what do I think I'm doing? What am I going to say to him? She fought to keep herself from trembling, tried to control her voice when they were alone together and she had closed the door. She walked over to him, took the seat beside his.
"Tom, I don't want to alarm you, it isn't really too serious, but I am concerned about your work." That, at least, wasn't a lie-he was barely passing the course. And not because he was stupid, either. He just didn't seem interested. "You know you've gotten mostly 'D's' on your papers so far, even a couple of flunks. And yet you certainly have the intelligence to do 'B' work, maybe even better. I'm wondering what's wrong. Is there any particular problem, something I might be able to help you with?"
The boy looked down at the floor, blushing a little. "I'm really sorry about all that, Miss Harper. I know I should be doing better. But the thing is-well, this is going to sound kind of funny, coming from a guy who's in eighth grade already, but I just don't know how to study. I can read okay, that's no problem, but I just don't dig how you're supposed to remember all that stuff."
Anne's heart pounded as she thought of an outrageous plan. She couldn't do it! It would be crazy! And yet she heard herself saying eagerly, "Tom, I have an idea. I think I can help you. I could tutor you on the side, after school. It would only take maybe an hour a day, for a few weeks, and I could show you how to study. You just need a few pointers, that's all. If you care to spend the time?"
He was staring at her, amazed. "Gosh, Miss Harper, that's really swell of you! I really appreciate it!"
You bet you'll appreciate it! Anne was thinking. She smiled at Tom. "Oh, it's nothing. I like to help my students as much as I can. Why don't you come over to my house-we'd be more comfortable there-say, around 4:00? Today?"
"You bet!" replied Tom gratefully. "I'll be there!" He went out of the room whistling.
* * *
Now it was nearly 4:00, and Anne was so nervous she could hardly keep from trembling. She'd rushed home from school that afternoon to make sure the house was presentable (though, thanks to her brother Eldon's finicky neatness, it nearly always was), to get a snack ready in case Tom was hungry, and to dress in something more inviting than the suits she wore to class. She'd chosen a floor-length lounging dress, bright green with yellow flowers, with a deeply cut neckline that showed the deep crease where her two bulging breasts pushed against each other. The dress was sleeveless and very low cut in the back, too. She took her hair out of its severe bun and brushed it out to flow over her shoulders.
To calm herself a little, she'd had a stiff drink of Scotch, then another, and she was just beginning to feel the effects, rubbery knees and the urge to giggle, when there was a knock at the front door. She went to the door, looked through the spyhole, and saw Tom Austin standing on the steps holding an armload of books.
For a moment she told herself to call off the whole insane plan, but then she opened the door, gave him her best smile, and said gaily, "Well, hello! I didn't know if you'd come or not."
"Oh, I wouldn't pass up a chance like this," answered Tom, returning her smile. "I can really use the help."
He glanced over her quickly, wanted to tell her how nice she looked, but was too bashful to say it. But for an older woman, wow! She was really built!
Anne ushered him into the living room and motioned for him to sit on the couch. "Are you hungry? I've made some sandwiches and lemonade."
"Well, yeah, I am, now that you mention it. That would be swell, thanks."
Anne went to the kitchen to get the tray of food, and into her own glass of lemonade she poured a very generous dollop of vodka. Otherwise, she thought, I'm not going to make it! In spite of all she'd drunk, she was still very nervous.
She set the tray down on the coffee table in front of the couch, then took a place beside Tom, as close to him as she could get without being indecent. They made some small talk while they ate, and then Anne got down to business.
"Now, Tom," she said, opening one of the books he'd brought, "we might as well start with the lesson you were supposed to do yesterday, Keats' 'The Last Sonnet.' First of all, did you even read it?"
He turned red all over. "Oh, yeah, I did that much! I read it, all right, but somehow when I was finished, I just didn't remember anything about it."
"I see. Well, there are various tricks to remembering things you've studied. For instance, if you make it a habit to use your dictionary, to look up every word you don't understand, that helps you to remember. Like that word we were discussing yesterday, 'Eremite.-^do you know what that means now?"
"Yeah, a hermit, some kind of religious nut. I remembered because of the way Walter explained it. Wow, I just can't believe a guy could live like that! I mean, why would anybody want to? Punishing yourself all the time, never doing anything normal, not even having a woman your whole life! Isn't that kind of crazy?"
"Yes," replied Anne sincerely, "it is kind of crazy. And it isn't good to repress your normal, human needs, like the need for sex. It can make you pretty neurotic." Look who's talking, she thought. You should know! She found herself inching closer to Tom, and now she could smell the good young boy's smells that came from him, soap and skin and hair and healthy sweat. She longed to reach out and touch him, to bend to him and kiss him open-mouthed and push her tongue against his, to feel the smooth hardness of his body. Somehow she must do it, must create an opportunity to touch him, and then she was sure the rest would be easy. He didn't seem at all aroused, his mind seemed entirely innocent, but if she could caress him, touch him in the right places. . . .
The telephone rang, and Anne went to answer it, annoyed. Why did the damned thing have to ring just then? She'd take it off the hook after she answered this call, so they wouldn't be disturbed again.
It was her brother Eldon, calling to say that he'd be home late from work, probably wouldn't get there till around 8:00. Good! Now she had plenty of time. She wouldn't have to rush things and risk scaring Tom off.
As she came back from the telephone, she got a sudden inspiration. Passing in front of Tom to return to her place, she contrived to trip over his feet and went sprawling full-length onto the rug. She just lay there, pretending to be stunned, and he gasped and hurried to kneel beside her.
"Miss Harper! Are you hurt?"
She didn't answer, lay still and kept her eyes shut, and the boy took her by the shoulders and rolled her over on to her back. How his touch burned her flesh, made her sick with the longing to grab him, kiss him frenziedly! But she must be careful, take it slow.. . .
"Miss Harper! Oh, Jesus, she's out!"
He still held her by the shoulders, and she knew he was trying to think what to do. In a moment he would decide to call a doctor, and she couldn't let that happen. Moaning now, as if she was having a dream, she reached out, eyes still shut, and put her arms around his neck.
"Ohhh," she murmured, "what happened?"
"You fell. You were out for a second. How do you feel?"
"Dizzy." She tightened her grip, pulled him closer to her. "I don't remember what happened, who you are. . . .?"
He tried to pull her up to a sitting position, but she countered his force, pulled him harder toward her, and he lost his balance and fell on top of her. As he fell, she opened her eyes at last, saw the astonishment on his face, and then kissed him, her arms tight around him, and at the same time his hand accidentally came to rest on her breasts. Unthinkingly, he left it there, as she kissed him fiercely, forcing his mouth open with her ravenous lips, thrusting her tongue stiffly into his mouth.
For a moment the boy quivered, hesitated, seemed about to push away from her, but as she played her tongue against his and got her hands under his shirt, hotly caressing his naked back, as she shamelessly writhed beneath him and rubbed her famished pussy against his cock, he sighed and went limp on top of her, letting her do what she wanted with him. Anne was joyous: she was actually holding him, holding and touching and exploring his superb young body, as she'd ached to do for so long! Rolling onto her side, taking him with her, she reached greedily for the part she wanted to touch most of all, that enticing crotch where the big secret was held. She found it, cupped it, kneaded it gently but eagerly, and the boy sighed again.
She kept stroking him there as she broke off the kiss and looked at him with languorous half-closed eyes. She whispered huskily, "Do you like that, Tom? Does it feel good?"
"Oh, wow, yes!" he breathed back. He had closed his eyes now, to concentrate on what she was doing to him. Christ, it did feel good! He hadn't known it was possible to feel so good.
"I know something even nicer," she said softly.
She knew she should take it easy, go more slowly, but she couldn't hold herself back now. There was one thing she wanted to do more than anything else, and she couldn't wait. She fumbled with his belt, got it unbuckled, then with trembling hand she unzipped his jeans, eased down his shorts, and then she was touching it!
She looked down at her prize. The boy had only a partial erection, of course he was nervous, but even so, it was impressive. His smooth white cockshaft was probably a good seven inches long when stiff, and it definitely wasn't short even now. Breathlessly she curled her fingers around it, ran her hot hand the pulsating length of it, admiring the hot silky skin, the slick rosy cockhead that was beginning now to swell. Gently she pinched the foreskin between her fingers, played with it, and the boy moaned. She explored him excitedly, running her hand down the long rubbery shaft again and underneath, to feel his tight young balls. Her avid caress there brought his prick up stiff, and Anne bent to it eagerly, her tongue flicking out. As Tom rolled onto his back and lay there passively, captivated now by all she was doing to him, Anne had her first taste of that surging young cock. She lapped the tip, slid her hot tongue the long length of his delicious shaft and back again, inserted the tip of her tongue under the foreskin and licked around the cockhead in a circular motion that made Tom writhe and groan with undreamed-of pleasure.
"Ahhhh! Ah, Christ! Miss Harper, I-" he could find no more words, could only sigh and moan. All these new sensations, pleasure he'd never known was possible-it made his cock so stiff, it felt like it was going to burst, and, by God, it would burst, with cumming, if she kept that up!
Anne made no reply to his noises because her mouth was busy now. She had licked and kissed his prick all over, till it was slippery and glistening now with her saliva, but she wanted more of that slick salty taste, more of his cock in her mouth. She took the tip between her lips, tickled the glans with her tongue, then slowly sucked in the whole organ, a delicious slow slippery slide into her wet burning mouth. Tom wriggled delightedly as he felt himself drawn in. As she sucked, she rapidly circled the shaft with her tongue, and when she had drawn it all the way in, she just as slowly and deliciously discharged it in and out, in and out, always with the sensuous lapping and circling and licking of her tongue. As she worked, she glanced down at his cock with bright wicked eyes, her mouth contorted in a frenzied smile of lust.
"Oh, God! Ohhh! Miss Harper!" Tom was almost crying with joy now, he could not control his own urges, and he began instinctively pushing his cock in and out of her sucking mouth. "I-I'm going to CUM!"
She only gave him that lewd grin again, then started sucking all the harder, noisily now, faster and faster, her eyes rolling back in her head as she savored his sweet young essence. She groped between his legs, and one hand began to tickle and gently caress his balls, while the other hand strayed back even farther, found his anus, explored, and then she circled the anus rim rapidly with her finger. Tom felt almost faint with sensation, so many great new sensations coming in from so many places, and when she gently inserted her little finger in his asshole, playing softly and teasingly inside, he knew he couldn't hold out, this was it!
"Miss Harper!" he groaned again, a last warning. "I'm going to cum!"
For only a second she lusciously spat out his prick and raised her head to reply, her eyes shameless and gleaming. "Yes, Tom, yes!" she panted. "I want you to cum in my mouth! I want to taste it!"
Then she bent over him again, sucked in his cock like a vacuum, at the same time tickling his balls and continuing that teasing play with her finger n his asshole. It was too much for Tom! Bucking furiously now, ramming his cock against the plush roof of her mouth, back into the slick hot folds of her throat, he felt it happening, felt a blinding, pounding, dizzying shock of pleasure wrack his whole body as he began to pump out his cum in jet after jet into her eager mouth.
"AHHHH!" he screamed. "O, o, o, Jesus! Yes, I'm CUUMMINNGGG! AHHHH!"
It seemed to go on and on, that wracking, writhing, jolting shock of joy that made him cry out again and again, made him sob with release, gasp, buck frantically against her to wring the last drop of cum from his pulsating, squirting cock. He felt he must have jetted out a ton of the stuff before, at last, his nuts were drained and he fell back limply, panting and satisfied.
Lazily, through half-closed eyes, he watched her face as she released his now-limp prick and gurgled happily, swallowing his cum, all of it, then licking her lips and grinning at him lasciviously. She fell down beside him, sighing, her hand resting softly, reassuringly, on his depleted prick.
"Well," she laughed softly, huskily, "how did you like THAT lesson?"
"Ummmm," was all Tom could say for the moment. He felt absurdly happy, and he was wondering, with a drowsy smile, whether he could technically be considered a virgin any more. True, he hadn't actually screwed her, but nobody could say he hadn't cum in a woman! He felt like giggling, but, no, that would be childish, and he was a man now. So maybe he ought to start behaving like a man, only he wasn't very sure what to do. He had no idea how to proceed, how you went about it. Propping himself up on one elbow, he looked at Miss Harper as she lay beside him, still playing with his exhausted prick and balls.
She was built, all right, and he'd never noticed before how really pretty she was, but then she'd always worn her hair in that horrible tight bun, not loose and shining and beautiful like it was now. But what caught and kept his gaze were her enormous tits, so swollen and firm and thrusting that they threatened to break out of her skimpy dress. He thought of a phrase used by some of the boys at school, to describe well-endowed girls-"the watermelon type." That was Miss Harper, for sure. Fascinated, he timidly placed a hand on one of her breasts, feeling the hard erect nipple through the cloth of her dress.
"Pull my dress aside," she said softly, "it's nicer that way."
Hardly believing what he was doing, Tom seized the neckline of the dress and eased it down over her tits on both sides. There was no problem: her huge jugs popped right out of the dress, flushed and quivering. He stared at them a second, then sighed and ran his hands all over them, cupped and gently squeezed them. Jesus, he thought, this is too much! I can't believe it, but I'm actually squeezing Miss Harper's tits, and oh, wow, she's digging it!
She was. She smiled lewdly at him, sighed, lay back like a great lazy cat and let him play with her body. Instinctively Tom bent over her and flicked her nipples with his tongue, and the response was tremendous. She moaned loudly, writhed beneath him, curled her fingers in his hair, and he saw her breasts swell up even bigger. Now he took one nipple in his mouth, sucked it, caressed it with his tongue, and she groaned again.
"Ohhh, ohhh, Tom, I have to have you!"
He wasn't quite sure what she meant, but he was pretty sure it had to do with his cock, and he thought, Well, sorry, lady, I'd like to help you out, but I've shot my wad!
But Miss Harper knew a lot of things, more than he'd ever dreamed. She knew what the problem was, and she knew how to take care of it. Bending over him again, she tenderly picked up his limp prick and stroked it gently, soothingly, then more vigorously, and finally she abruptly sucked it into her mouth, giving him a jolt of pleasure that made him gasp. Swish, swish, slurp, suck, went her expert mouth, and to his wonder he felt his cock quickly growing hard again. He wondered what she had in mind for him this time-did she just want to suck him off again? Somehow it seemed unlikely that she'd be content with that.
When his dick was erect and stiff again, she released it from her mouth, giving it a departing kiss and tonguing that made him shiver all over with horniness. She stood and reached up under her dress and slipped off her panties. She was too eager to bother with the rest of her clothes now, she only lay down again on her back, raised and spread her legs wide, giving the astonished Tom a perfect view of her golden curly mound, the pink bud of her clitoris, the gleaming red wetness of her slit, and her gaping, thirsty cuntal mouth. Christ, it was the first time he'd seen any of that stuff, and he couldn't help gawking at it, open-mouthed!
"Do you know what to do now, Tom?" she asked huskily. "Have you ever fucked a woman before?"
"No, he gasped, "but I'm sure as hell ready to learn!"
She laughed and held out her arms to him, and he knelt between her legs and eased down his pants and shorts to leave himself free for action. Now that he was bending over her, supported by his arms, he didn't know where to stick his cock, couldn't tell what was the right place, but she took care of that, too. Seizing his prick, she guided it down the length of her slippery parts, moaning delightedly as she did so, and then he felt the tip of his cock enter her cuntal mouth. It was juicy and pulsating, and very hot.
"Now," she panted, "all you have to do is push!"
He pushed, felt a fiery liquid warmth embrace his cock as he slid all the way up her cunt.
"OOOHHH!" Anne screamed. "OOHH, God, you're in me! In me at last! I love it, I love it!"
She turned into a wild woman, squeezing him to her breasts, wrapping her long legs around his waist, jerking her hips frantically to urge him deeper into her. She was weeping and laughing at the same time, it was so good, so incredibly good, to have a man's cock in her again! Her grateful cunt convulsed and contracted madly around his stiff young shaft, and she knew her joy was long overdue, that it wouldn't take her long to find the release she craved.
Tom at first had wondered what he was supposed to do, once he had it in, but now he saw it was automatic, instinctual-he obeyed the need for friction, for plunging his cock in and out of her writhing cunt as fast as he could go. That was just what she wanted, and now they were both bucking, sweating, panting, and crying out like rutting animals as they jerked together in perfectly matched motion.
Tom was only too happy to obey. He hadn't imagined it could be this much fun, every thrust sending a stab of buzzing pleasure through his prick, and, oh, Christ, the mind-blasting pleasure of raising himself up and watching the action, watching his slick hard cock slipping in and out of his teacher's sucking cuntal mouth, watching her face contorted with sensual excitement, her adoring eyes on his. She was going crazy with joy, and he, Tom, was doing it to her!
But Anne Harper had stored up her passion too long, had hungered too long, to spin out this moment. She didn't want to cum so soon, she wanted to go on forever feeling the rough plunging of his fine young prick, but she was helpless to stop the wracking, devouring orgasm that began to shake her body. "AARRRR!" she screamed, clawing at his back, sobbing, "I'M CUUMMMINNNG! OH, OH, GOD, Ahhhh!"
She flung her legs out lewdly wide to get his prick into her depths, to let him screw her into orgasm, and she screamed and screamed as the spasms rocked her. Her cunt tightened, squeezed, and Tom felt his cock burst with cumming. He yelped, joyfully pumping his little boy seed into her gaping, receptive womb. The pleasure was thunderous, stunning, and he briefly passed out.
When he came to again, he was lying with his face on Miss Harper's warm firm breasts, and she was stroking his hair and sighing. His prick was still in her cum-filled cunt, but it was limp now, slowly retreating and slipping out. They rested a while longer, and then she whispered, "I really hate to break this up, but it's almost 6:00. Maybe your parents will wonder where you are."
"Oh, Jesus, yes!" He had completely forgotten about the time, of course.
They got up and pulled their clothes back into place, and Miss Harper walked with him to the front door. Before opening it, she smiled at him and said, "Will you come back tomorrow for-well, another lesson?"
"You bet I will!" laughed Tom.
She let him out, and he felt so exhilarated, he ran the whole eight blocks home, laughing out loud. Oh, Christ, nobody would ever believe it, even HE didn't believe, but it had happened, all right, he'd balled Miss Harper! Too much! And it was certain now, even technically he couldn't be called a virgin!
Alone in her house, Anne Harper felt the satisfied soreness of her cunt, but swiftly she felt something else, too-an overpowering shock of guilt and shame. Now her madness had passed, her lust was appeased, and she thought, Dear God, what have I done? I must have been out of my mind to do a thing like that! To squeal and writhe and open my legs like a whore, to a mere boy, to my own student! She thought of how she had shamelessly, wantonly, sucked him off, and she collapsed onto the carpet sobbing, wondering how she could live with herself or ever face the world again.
CHAPTER THREE
Earlier that same afternoon, while Anne was still nervously awaiting Tom's visit, the principal of Madison Junior High School, Scott Caldwell, had sat in his office contemplating problems of his own. And he thought very often of Anne Harper and how she might be the answer to those problems.
Scott felt he should consider himself lucky to have been happy, unthinkingly happy for so long, all during the fifteen years he'd had with his wife Betty. She'd kept the house perfectly, had been an asset to him socially, and treated him like a king in bed. Nobody could have asked for a better wife, and yet he'd taken her for granted. Now that she was gone, he missed her terribly, missed the way she'd kept things in order and running smoothly, the way she'd listened patiently and intelligently to all his gripes and ideas, and, with special urgency, he missed her warm supple body in bed. It had been three months now since he lost Betty, three months since he'd had a woman, and he was so horny he couldn't stand it.
He remembered how his friends in other lines of work used to tease him about his job: "Say, Scott, with all those cute little nubile girls running around, aren't you ever tempted?" As a matter of fact, he never had been tempted, not while he had Betty. Oh, he'd looked and admired all right, a man couldn't help doing that if he was in daily contact with 400 young fresh-looking girls, but he'd never felt even the faintest desire to carry things any farther than looking. It would have been a stupid thing to do anyway, in his position. The principal of a school must be above reproach, must avoid scandal at all costs. So he'd never given a thought to the possibilities of making it with any of his pupils.
But now things were different. His unappeased horniness, his aching need for a woman, had changed his outlook entirely. He was ashamed of himself, yet there it was. He could not walk down the halls of the school, could not talk to a girl in his office, without mentally undressing her, seeing in his imagination her firm young tits, her fledgling pussy, wanting desperately to throw her to the floor, rip off her panties, and screw her, fuck her roughly and unrelentingly, despite her cries and protests, till he had pumped her full of his pent-up cum.
He knew the idea was crazy, could cost him his job and the profession he loved, and that he must find some other way out of his dilemma. Obviously he needed a mistress, a woman more his age, mature and discreet. He'd looked over the unmarried women on his staff and unhesitatingly chosen Anne Harper. She was much more attractive than the others, he liked her personality, and he found himself powerfully turned on by her, especially by her statuesque figure and those incredible knockers. His lunch date with her had confirmed his choice, and he planned to ask her out for an evening soon, hoping she'd be equally turned on to him and they'd end up in the sack.
Meanwhile, all he had to do was be patient, maintain control of himself-but, Jesus, it wasn't easy. He had to struggle to keep him mind off the girls he'd seen in the hall that morning, their trim little bodies, the way their skimpy skirts hugged their hips and ass, showing the outline of their panties, the way their round, bra-less little tits bounced and swayed under their sweaters. . . .
Okay, Caldwell,, he told himself, snap out of it! Back to work!
He shuffled some papers on his desk, started to read over a report he was writing for the school board, when his secretary knocked at the door.
"Come in!" he bellowed irritably.
"Candy Green wants to talk with you," the secretary said. "She seems pretty upset."
Oh, shit, that was just what he needed now, little Miss Sex-On-Wheels! If the other girls were attractive, Candy Green was a knockout, a mind-blaster, with her baby-doll way of talking, her wiggly little way of moving, her whole body an invitation to sex. But he had his job to do, and one of them was listening to students' gripes and problems.
"All right, Peggy, show her in," He said.
Candy Green sidled in, closing the door behind herself, and flopped into a chair beside his desk-of course she would choose that chair, the closest one to his, so their feet were almost touching! The little cock-teaser! Even slouching didn't detract from the incredible slimness and daintiness of her young body. He saw that her nipples were erect and pointed under her blue sweater, and her skirt was so short he could see the edges of her lacy pink panties.
Scott cleared his throat before speaking, to make sure his voice wouldn't come out in a horny squeal. "Well, Candy, what's your problem?"
He could see now that the girl had recently been crying, and she looked as if she might start in again any minute.
"Oh, Mr. Caldwell, I just feel so hopeless, that's all!" she pouted. "I study and study, till I practically drop, and I'm still hardly passing my courses. Maybe I'm just too dumb to be in school!"
"Now, Candy," Scott said, "you know you're exaggerating. You're not just 'hardly passing,' you're doing mostly 'C work, and Miss Harper says you're improving so much in her class you might even get a 'B.' You're certainly not stupid."
Candy blushed. "Well, I guess I did kind of exaggerate, I'm feeling so low. But I KNOW I'm going to flunk chemistry!" She suddenly began to bawl, and Scott sighed, handed her some Kleenex, and waited for her to finish her cry.
As he waited, he allowed himself to look her over carefully (she had her head turned away, she wouldn't notice), and he decided what attracted him most was her tight round little ass with its two globes about the size and shape of cantaloupes, impudently thrust toward him now as she sat turned in her chair to hide her tears. If ever he felt due for a real treat, a big reward of some sort, what he'd like most would be to have a girl with an ass like that, lay her down naked on her belly, and give her a good screw from behind, maybe even get his cock into her tight little asshole. He felt his long old dick grow hot just thinking about it, and he began to talk, to get his mind off the subject.
"Well, Candy, I hope you feel better now that you've had a good cry. Let's talk about that chemistry course-if you can't cut it, why not drop it? Take something you'd like better, maybe art or music."
"Oh, Mr. Caldwell," she answered tearfully, "I wish I could drop that awful old course, but I need it, because I want to be a nurse, and you have to have chemistry for that! I just don't know what I'm going to do!"
"Well, crying won't help, we know that much. Tell you what, I'll talk to Mr. Fitch, your chemistry teacher, and see if he can't arrange some special tutoring for you. That ought to do it."
She beamed with gratitude. "Oh, Mr. Caldwell, you're the greatest! I just don't know how to thank you!"
I could think of a way, thought Scott, but he quickly suppressed the visions that followed, and rose to walk to the door with her. As usual, she managed to brush against him a couple of times, her thigh rubbing his. He wondered if she did it on purpose.
Candy was looking at him in a peculiar way through half-lowered lashes. He would have dropped his teeth if he'd known what she was thinking at that moment, that supposedly innocent little girl. For Candy was thinking how really groovy, how really sexy, Mr. Caldwell was, and how she always got so hot around him, and how she would like him to kiss her and fondle her. Impulsively she said to herself, Oh, wow, I've just got to try it, try to turn him onto me!
Scott reached out to open the door, but Candy squeaked, "Wait!" He turned to her in surprise, she jumped at him and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him, rubbing her hard little tits against his chest, grinding her saucy young pussy against his cock.
He was so stunned, he only stood and stared at her as she ended the kiss and grinned at him, still clinging to him. "Hope I didn't freak you out, Mr. Caldwell," she purred, "but I just had to show my appreciation for your help!"
Scott could move now, but not very well-he only stumbled backward into the nearest chair, and Candy followed and hopped onto his lap and put her arms around his neck. "You're really nice, Mr. Caldwell," she whispered, sticking her pink pointed tongue into his ear and tickling him with it. "You really turn me on, you know that?"
He moved now to get her off his lap, but in getting a hold on her, he accidentally laid his hand on her breast, and she squealed and giggled and kissed him again, this time darting her tongue inside his mouth, and scrunching down more in his lap so that her beautiful little ass rubbed provocatively against his cock.
That did it, goddamn it! He had a hard-on as big as an elephant's, or so it seemed, and if she left his lap now, she'd see it! Oh, Christ, what was he going to do? He knew what he'd LIKE to do, of course, knew how he'd really enjoy getting rid of that cock-stand, but the idea was crazy, he couldn't do that with a fourteen-year-old girl, one of his own students!
He cleared his throat embarrassedly, took his hand off her tit, put his arm around her waist in a fatherly fashion, and said, as calmly as he could, "Well, now, Candy, I think you're just a little old for sitting on laps, but if it makes you feel better, you just go on sitting there a while." (At least till I lose this damned erection, he added to himself.)
"Oh, yes, Mr. Caldwell," she cooed, cuddling against him. "It DOES make me feel better!"
She kissed him again, using her tongue vigorously this time, and simultaneously reached down and began rubbing his rampant cock. Scott made one last effort to escape, seizing her arms and trying to put her off his lap, but she cooed, "Oh, don't make me get off, Mr. Caldwell, this is so nice!" Then she went back to kissing and rubbing him, and Scott groaned and gave up.
He couldn't fight it, and why should he? The girl was innocent, didn't know what she was doing, probably just wanted to neck a little and then would go away and leave him alone. No harm in that. As she kissed him, he let his tongue answer hers, darting it in and out of her mouth, and he did not try to stop her as she explored his hard muscular body, getting her hands inside his jacket, under his shirt.
"Oooo, Mr. Caldwell!" she squealed. "I feel so hot!"
"Umm," mumbled Scott, "that's understandable." He allowed himself to return a few of her favors, caressing her slim body, then reaching under her sweater to touch and squeeze her bare tits. God, they were sweet, apple-sized and round, the tiny nipples erect and nudging the palm of his hand! He lifted her sweater, bent to her, and circled the bright pink nipples with his tongue, and Candy gave a gasp and tightened her grip on him. Suddenly he felt a warm moisture on his lap-the girl's love-juices were beginning to flow, soaking right through her panties. Scott licked harder, and Candy moaned and lay limp against him.
He realized now that he could probably do anything he wanted with her, he wasn't sure he could control himself, and he was actually relieved when there was a knock on the door. He quickly lifted Candy off his lap, opened the door, stuck his head out. It was his secretary.
"I'm going home now, Mr. Caldwell," she said. "Do you want me to lock up?"
"Uh, well, no, I guess not, Peggy," he stammered. "I'll take care of it. I have a few more things to do."
"Well, don't work too hard!" she said gaily, and was gone.
Now, he knew, he was alone in the building with Candy. If he was going to do the right thing, he'd better do it quickly, before it was too late. He closed the door, turned to the girl, and said resolutely, "Candy, I must apologize. I'm afraid I let things go a little too far. Of course we have to stop. You'd better run along."
She looked like she was going to cry. "Oh, please don't make me go! I was having such a groovy time!" Still he looked firm, and she rushed to him and knelt before him. "You'll really dig this, Mr. Caldwell!" she cried, and before he realized what she was up to, she had his pants unzipped and had pulled out his swollen cock. With one hand she'd reached underneath and was tickling his feverish balls.
"My God, Candy," he exclaimed, astonished. "Where did you learn things like that?"
She only giggled, and then she popped his prick into her mouth, gave it a vigorous suck, and began lashing it with her soft wet tongue.
Scott staggered, had to grab her shoulders for support. How much could a man take? Really, this was more than he could stand, she was pushing him over the edge! She sucked loudly, hotly, now, taking the whole shaft in her mouth, then firmly sucking upward on it with a dizzyingly rapid licking that almost brought him off. She reached the tip, nibbled playfully at the foreskin, tickled it with her stiff slick tongue. She put the tip of her tongue into the glans, tickled swiftly in a circular motion, at the same time very gently cupping his balls and rubbing them.
This had to stop! He was going to cum in a second if it didn't, and yet he wanted her to go on, he wanted her to bring him off in her mouth. But, no, that would be too much, school principal getting a blow-job from one of his students!
"Candy," he said hoarsely, "let me do something for you!"
He raised the girl up, lifted her, carried her over to his desk, and laid her face down there, her legs dangling over the side. Now her saucy little ass was pointed at him, he could do as he liked with it. He raised her skirt, grinned at the adorable twin mounds of her ass making shining globes in her pink panties. Slowly he drew her panties down, and he heard her breathing quickly, excitedly. Now the panties were down, he drew them off, tossed them on the floor, and turned again to admire the sweetest little ass he'd ever seen. He touched it, and, Christ, her skin was soft, like velvet, but young and firm! Candy sighed as he stroked her, and when he let his iron-hard prick stray softly and slowly over her ass, she shuddered sensuously.
Now he spread her legs a little to inspect all the goodies concealed down there, her rosy little asshole, her gleaming pink slit, the childish brown fur of her pussy. She was hot, all right. Her slit was creamy and wet with juices, and he could see more drops forming and glistening as she grew increasingly excited. He aimed his cock, ran it stiffly and slowly along her slit, and the girl cried.
"Oh! Oh, Mr. Caldwell, that feels so good! Oh, yes, do that!"
He knelt between her legs and found her tiny pink clit and lashed it with his tongue. Candy squealed and began jerking her hips instinctively in the motions of fucking. As he lashed harder and harder, ever faster, she began to squeal "Eee, eee, EEE!" and her love-juice squirted out now, and then suddenly he thrust his stiff tongue right up her tight narrow cunt, and she shrieked, "AAAaaaahhh! Oh, oh, oh, Mr. Caldwell, yes, yes! Make me cum!"
But by now Scott had other ideas. He was beyond reason, beyond decency, beyond the point of no return. He knew only that he was going to ball this little chick, yes, and ball her now, hard and good, whether she liked it or not!
He withdrew his tongue, Candy sighing in disappointment, and stood again between her legs. He was oh, so tempted by the tiny pink asshole, he'd really love to stick it in there, but, no, it would probably hurt her, and her tight little cunt, which he had explored with his tongue, would certainly be good enough.
"Oh, Mr. Caldwell," Candy was panting, "please put your tongue in me again! That was so good!"
"No, Candy," he growled hoarsely. "I'm going to fuck you instead!"
"Oh, no!" she screamed, frightened now. "Please don't do that! I'm a virgin!"
All the better, he thought. And he'd love giving this little prick-teaser a lesson she wouldn't forget! "Sorry, sweetheart," he laughed mercilessly, "but you asked for it! You sure as hell asked for it!"
Candy groaned, trapped, and gritted her teeth, and Scott aimed his huge engorged prick at the tiny mouth of her cunt. Grasping her thighs, he pulled her legs farther apart, and the girl gave a helpless sob.
He rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, and the girl screamed and pounded the desk with her little fists. He'd only gotten it in about an inch, there was a very tight barrier there, and he drew back, aimed again, and stabbed with his cock, brutally this time, ignoring her screams. He was in a little farther now, one more good shove should do it, and, grunting and setting his teeth in a grotesque grin of lust, he shoved right through the protesting membrane, right up the length of her tight juicy cunt. Blood spurted out of her cunt, stained the base of his shaft, and poor Candy howled, but Scott exalted. His cock was in now, deep in her, and really digging it because, oh God, was her little girl pussy tight! His big man cock was gripped so snugly in that burning slick child's fuck tunnel, he could hardly move!
Sweating now, he slowly drew it back, sliding it almost out of her, then rammed it in again, not even hearing her cries of pain and fright, working his hard cock in and out in a steaming, pounding, grunting frenzy, knowing he couldn't last long, not the way that tiny cunt was tightening around his dick with its red hot sucking walls. He banged her furiously, laughing now with the delight of it, plunging his cock deep into her little girl's cunt till his hairy balls slapped her youthful ass.
"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. "You're sweet, you're so fucking tight, so good!" Ramming his prick faster and faster now, running with sweat, tearing slickly right up into the depths of her, knocking her womb with the blazing head of his angry cock. "Uhhhh! AHHHHH!" he shouted. "AHHHH, I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUMMMIINNNGGG!!"
And he jabbed it into her so hard she was moved forward along the desk, but he kept plunging, pushing, pumping, and his cum flooded into her, filled her, overflowed and gushed out of her cunt. Scott fell half-conscious onto her back, dripping sweat, gasping for breath. Oh, sweet Jesus, he'd never cum like that before, with a blast that nearly made him faint!
The girl lay quietly now, numbed beyond pain, letting him rest on her. As his senses returned, as he felt his shrinking cock bathed in a warm mixture of blood and cum, he suddenly felt contrite, realizing the ordeal she'd been through. The poor kid, he certainly hadn't been gentle, and it must have hurt like hell! Gently he withdrew his relaxing prick from her torn cunt, stood up, and gathered her up in his arms. Her face was white and tearful, but she clung to him, huddled against his chest.
"Candy," he whispered, "you're a very brave girl. I'm sorry I had to hurt you, but it's that way for every woman, the first time. You'll grow to like it, there's a lot of things you'll grow to like, things I'm going to teach you. But not today. Just one more thing today. I think you deserve a little reward."
He laid her down on the desk again, on her back this time, and laid her legs over his shoulders so that her red swollen parts were open to him. He bent and began very gently and slowly to lick and kiss her blood-and cum-coated clit. At first she didn't respond, was probably too dazed and numb, but after a minute or so he heard her sigh and felt her begin to move her hips languidly. He licked faster, giving her pink bud an occasional suck, and she began to moan and jerk her hips faster now. Then he started sucking hard, noisily, licking her vigorously, and she began to give little shrill cries of pleasure, wrapping her legs around his back and thrusting her pussy up to his mouth.
"O, O, O!" she squeaked. "Yes, beautiful! That's beautiful! O, O, Oooooh! And I'm cumming, yes, yes, I am, I'm CUMMING! AAAHHHH!"
She twitched, shrieked, felt herself wracked with convulsions of pleasure, a mind-blasting sweetness, as she came for the first time in her young life. Scott continued to tongue her, prolonging her orgasm, and he saw her parts suffuse with red and flood with the cream of her cumming. Only when she lay back limp and panting did he stop.
When she had rested, he helped her dress. She was his now, soft and yielding and obedient, hugging him and begging kisses, very reluctant to leave. But he persuaded her to go, promising to take her to his house the next day and teach her the things he'd promised.
When Candy had left, Scott sat exhausted in his chair, his feet on the desk, smiling to himself. Well, old buddy, he thought, you've really gone and done it this time! Burned your bridges all right! And was it worth it? His tired, satisfied cock told him yes, yes, yes.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next afternoon was a busy one for both Scott Caldwell and Anne Harper. Both rushed home after work to change their clothes and make certain preparations, and at a quarter to four, both were waiting anxiously in their respective living rooms, having had a quick drink to steady their nerves.
Caldwell was perhaps the less nervous of the two, however. His predominant feeling was devil-may-care. A good thing had chanced to come his way, and he was going to make the most of it, no matter what the consequences. Hell, he thought, you only live once, and it's crazy not to go for all the fun you can. For the first time in months he felt again like a lucky man-in fact he could still hardly believe it, that a beautiful fourteen-year-old virgin should give herself to him, beg him to make love to her. Well, he certainly intended to satisfy her, and himself, too.
Promptly at 4:00 the doorbell rang-probably the only time in her life that Candy Green had arrived anywhere on time-and Scott hurried to answer it. He opened the door and grinned at her. What a doll she was, in her little red mini-dress! He could hardly wait to get at her! But he knew that, like most women, she'd appreciate a little attention and courtesy first, so he led her to the sofa and gave her a drink.
Candy, also for the first time in her life, was tongue-tied. As she sipped her gin and tonic, making a little face at the unaccustomed taste of alcohol, she only stared adoringly at him, so vulnerable he almost felt sorry for her. He had a great sense of power over this willing, inexperienced girl, and he promised himself that he'd be gentle and patient with her as he taught her all the things there were to know about love.
When she had finished her drink, Scott strode over to her, picked her up in his arms, and carried her down the hall to his luxurious king-size bed. She seemed to come alive then, and while he slowly undressed her, kissing and touching all the parts of her sweet young body, she undressed and played with him, too. Above all she seemed to love sucking his cock, tasting, nipping, licking, kissing it. She couldn't leave it alone, she lapped and mouthed it hungrily, and when she gently and teasingly tweaked the foreskin and wriggled her tongue inside, Scott was perilously close to cumming in her mouth.
But he didn't want to cum now, not so soon. There were a lot of things he wanted to do with her, so many things to teach her. Gently, with plenty of encouragement and praise, he taught her to lick and suck his balls which swelled and grew horny-hard under her willing mouth. He taught her all the delicious things she could do around and in his anus with her tickling little fingers, her stiff darting tongue, her hot soft mouth. Oh, God, if he could only hold on, hang in there, prolong this unbelievable pleasure! He felt her eager tongue racing slickly, probingly, around his asshole, and he groaned and dug his fingers into the pillow. . . .
* * *
Meanwhile, as four o'clock came at Anne Harper's house, there was a knock at the door, and a breathless, trembling Miss Harper opened it and admitted Tom Austin.
"Hello, Tom," she stuttered, blushing.
If she was nervous, he wasn't. In his innocence, he seemed to have accepted their whole surprising scene without qualms, without guilt, without any of the fears Anne felt. She saw him staring with unconcealed excitement at her big breasts, and she wished she could be as cool about it all as he was. But, damn it, she was as skittery as a bride.
"Would you like something to eat, Tom?" she asked as they walked from the foyer to the living room. "Something to drink?"
"I can think of something I'd like a lot better," he said and grinned.
He had stopped in the middle of the room, hands on hips, and she turned to stare at him, amazed at his boldness, his transformation from the gangly innocent of the day before. And her gaze was arrested by the brazen bulge in his crotch. The little kid had a hard-on already! Well, she thought, there's no doubt that he'll cooperate!
Encouraged now, she walked back toward him and knelt in front of him. He continued to stand there with his hands on his hips, loins cockily thrust forward, grinning down at her as she unzipped and unbuckled him and drew down his jeans and shorts, and as she did so, his cock sprang out at her, stiff, blue-veined, and ready.
"Oh, Tom," she sighed, all her anxiety forgotten now. "You've got the most beautiful prick, I just have to play with it a while, taste it. . . ."
"Sure," he said jauntily, "help yourself."
Eagerly she cupped his balls in her hands, stroking and caressing them, and at the same time she darted out her red wet tongue to tickle the tip of his cock. Then she leaned closer, tweaked the tip with her burning lips, sucked the foreskin up and down, gently squeezed and kneaded his balls. But she could not be content for long with these little games. With a moan of lust, she took the whole head of his cock in her mouth and slowly, deliriously, sucked it in, all the way into the soft juicy folds of her mouth, right down to his almost hairless balls.
Tom had meant to be cool, manly, silent, about it, but when she did that, sucked his dick clear in, tongued him with dizzying swiftness, he couldn't help groaning and twining his fingers in her beautiful hair. "OOoooh, Miss Harper," he gasped, his eyes closed now, "that's so good! Oh, Christ!"
She kept it up, sucking and slurping and swishing her tongue around his prick, as if she couldn't get enough of it, as if it was the best taste in the world, and Tom felt himself flush all over with warmth and horniness and pleasure, knew he was close to cumming. . . .
* * *
While at Scott Caldwell's house, in a hot tangle of sheets on his massive bed, things had gotten pretty furious. Candy had nearly brought Scott off by sucking his cock, and he'd had to make her stop for a while. This was one thing he didn't want to rush. He wanted to string it out, dig every sweet second of it.
To give himself a chance to cool down a little, he'd started to play with Candy. He had her get on her hands and knees, her lovely little ass in the air, so that all her parts were well exposed to sight and touch, and he amused himself by using his tongue, his mouth, his fingers, even sometimes his achingly stiff cock, to probe and caress her centers of pleasure, her rosy clit, the tiny hole of her cunt, the pink circle of her anus. By this lazy experimenting, he'd found out what really turned her on. He had his little finger inserted just inside her asshole and was gently manipulating her there, and at the same time he gave her clit a forceful sucking, and Candy had begun wriggling and making those shrill little cries, almost like a kitten, that signaled an approaching orgasm.
"Eeee!" she squeaked. "EEEEE! Oh, oh, you're going to make me cum, yes, yes, yes, AHHHHH!" And she collapsed onto her belly, writhing in convulsions of release, squealing, moaning.
Scott watched her, grinning lewdly, until her writhings and noises had ceased. "Okay, sweetheart," he said, "that was just for openers! Now let's get down to business!"
He turned her over, kissed her hard, using his tongue, squeezed her tits with one hand, and began diddling her clit again with the other. With all that action, it didn't take him long to get her eager, flushed, and breathing hard again. Now was the time, he intended to give her a good long screwing, he had only to decide now. Momentarily he was tempted, as on the previous day, by the certain tightness of her untried asshole, but no, he didn't want to hurt her again so soon, didn't want her to associate screwing with pain. Instead, he got up, sat in a chair near the bed, and beckoned to the panting, rosy-faced girl.
"Come and sit on my lap, like a good girl," he said and grinned. She hurried to him, smiling naughtily, and he turned her so her back was toward him and had her spread her legs and straddle him, so her dripping little cuntal mouth was poised right over his stiff hungry cock. "Now sit down, baby, ever so slowly."
She obeyed, and he gasped as he felt his hard thumping dick slowly being enveloped in hot slick tightness. . . .
* * *
At the same moment, halfway across town, Tom Austin was shuddering and sweating uncontrollably as Anne Harper continued her furious hungry sucking of his bursting cock. He didn't know how he'd held out this long, except that maybe he wanted it to go on and on, didn't want to give up those jolting stabs of pleasure he was getting every time she sucked his dick inward or nibbled his foreskin with her lips or teasingly squeezed his swollen balls, but he'd just about had it. One more strong hot suck like the last one, and he'd blow his nuts, he'd jet cum endlessly into her mouth.
Anne knew so much more about that old game than he did. Just as he was sure he was going to cum, she slowed down, took it easy, making it just as pleasant but drawing him back from the edge of his climax, and finally she spat out his cock and grinned at him.
"There's something I want to try," she said, getting up, "that is, if you don't mind learning something new."
"Shit, no," Tom replied eagerly, forgetting his language. She didn't seem to mind the obscenity, though, and only laughed.
Quickly she undressed him, then threw off her own clothes, and for a moment they stood there admiring each other's body. Anne was thinking: Oh, he's going to be a mensch all right, look how broad his shoulders are already, his belly so firm and flat, that nice tight ass, and Oh my God, that beautiful big prick! And Tom was thinking: I just can't believe it, that anybody could have jugs that big and yet so beautiful, and Christ, what a great body she's got!
Then she had him lie on his back on the soft plush rug, and she straddled his loins, squatting over him, and took his cock in her hand and fitted it into the mouth of her cunt.
"You won't have to do any work at all," she said. "You might say that I'm going to fuck you!"
And she began to slide slowly down his shaft. . . .
* * *
Scott and Candy were bouncing furiously in the chair now, every savage thrust of his ramrod cock sending them briefly up in the air and then down again with a thunderous slap. Through the streams of sweat that coursed down his face, Scott could see the big mirror of his dressing table opposite them, and in the mirror the naked girl was reflected in all her abandoned passion. Her hair flew wildly around her face, her eyes rolled, her teeth were clenched in a distorted grin, and her little tits bounced and flapped as she was tossed by the upward plunging of Scott's prick. God, what a turn-on, he was thinking, to watch her in that mirror, to see his gleaming white cock snake in and out of her little girl's cunt!
But it couldn't last much longer. He could hear Candy beginning to shrill with approaching climax, and he knew he'd go with her, he could feel it for sure now as his maddened cock rammed upward once again through the steaming folds of her cunt and blasted the door of her womb.
"Oh, Mr. Caldwell," the girl was in tears of joy, "it feels so beautiful, I love to be fucked, oh, Oh, OHHHHHH!" She began to shriek, rocked and shaken by her cumming. And her excitement was contagious-Scott groaned deeply, squeezed the girl hard against him, as her wildly contracting cunt muscles brought him off, milked his cock of its load, and he filled her with a flood of cum. . . .
* * *
Tom Austin lay gasping with mounting pleasure as he watched Anne Harper laboring above him. Her cunt was as skillful as her mouth, it squeezed and sucked and caressed his cock so deliciously that he could only moan and gaze at her admiringly. And what a view he had, in that position! He could see her great boobs flopping and swaying as she bounced rapidly up and down the length of his prick, he could see her face twisted with wild passion, he could see his own cock stabbing up into her and then pulling back again covered with her juices. It was all too much, he still couldn't believe it was happening-Miss Anne Harper, his dignified and reserved English teacher, naked, rutting, shrieking with unashamed delight as she felt his great stiff cock plunging in and out of her cunt.
Suddenly, though, her shrieks became words, incredible words to come from her lips, "Oh, Tom, yes, darling, fuck me, screw me hard, stuff me, yes, yes, Oh, Oh, I love your sweet cock, Ah, Ah, AH, AHHHHH!" And she fell forward onto him, and he felt her cunt contract so strongly his prick was held fast in its grip. Her vaginal muscles rippled with her cumming, hugged and milked his cock, and he was drawn along with her, grunting, groaning, spurting his cum into her in jet after steaming jet, crying, "Oh, God, Miss Harper, it's so good, UHHHH, OHHHH!"
Half an hour earlier, as Anne had knelt before Tom and sucked his cock by way of greeting, they'd both been so absorbed in it that they hadn't heard the back door open and shut, nor had they noticed how the keyhole of the dining room door suddenly went dark. And later as Anne squatted over Tom and let herself down on his prick with a squeal of delight, as she fucked him, as they came loudly together, they hadn't heard the harsh breathing from the dining room that accompanied their performance.
Eldon Harper, Anne's younger brother, had come home early that day from his work at the City Library and, as was usual with him, had entered the house quietly through the back door after parking his car. At first he'd thought the house was empty, he hadn't heard anything, then he detected faint voices from the direction of the living room. He crossed the kitchen, the dining room, and was about to open the door to the living room when he thought: Maybe she's listening to some student's problems and wants privacy, I'll just check. He knelt, looked through the keyhole, and almost fainted! My God, no! It couldn't be true! His sister Anne was on her knees before a little boy, a mere boy, and the boy was grinning and Anne had his penis in her mouth!
Perhaps the boy was an intruder, was forcing Anne to commit that disgusting act! But, no-as Eldon watched, he saw his sister smile at the boy, leisurely and happily to do other lewd things to him. It was gross, awful, but Eldon continued to stare through the keyhole in fascinated horror.
Eldon Harper was thirty-four years old and had never married and had never been particularly interested in a woman. His chief interest was his work at the library, that and his garden and his weekly attendance at church, where he was a deacon. Eldon did not believe in frivolity and self-indulgence. He believed a man should work hard, pull his own weight in the world, and set a model of pure, decent life. He had been a model child, and he believed everything his parents had told him about the evils and dangers of sex.
Since sex was a snare of the Devil, Eldon had banished it from his life, permitting himself no sensual thoughts. At least he had banished it from his conscious life. Unfortunately, he could not prevent the occasional wicked dreams that came to plague him as he slept, dreams in which big-breasted, brassy, painted women tried to force him to have intercourse with them, played with him, manipulated his sensitive cock in shockingly lewd ways, and finally forced him to cum in his sleep. Eldon regretted those dreams, but he did not blame himself for them. Obviously they were visits of Satan, who was trying to tempt him into sin, but he, Eldon, could not be tricked.
Up to now he'd always had a great deal of respect and regard for his older sister Anne. He'd felt she was as virtuous as a woman could be, given the imperfect nature and weak will of the female. She had many traits he approved of-her devotion to her work, her neatness, her good sense, and especially the fact that she hadn't married. Eldon highly approved of celibacy, and he'd assumed that his sister had rejected marriage because she, too, regarded sex as evil and degrading. Now what was he to think? His whole concept of Anne was shattered!
As he gazed pop-eyed and stunned through the keyhole, he saw his supposedly virtuous sister sucking loudly and happily on the little boy's penis, caressing his testicles, grinning at him like a harlot. How could she degrade herself like that?! How could she bring herself to commit such loathsome acts? And yet she seemed to be enjoying it all!
But the worst was yet to come. Before Eldon's horrified eyes, his sister stood up and undressed the boy and then removed her own clothing. They stood there smiling at each other's naked bodies. Eldon's mind reeled-there was so much he hadn't known about her! For instance, the skimpy, lacy underthings she wore, too tiny and delicate to be practical, it seemed. And, oh God, the voluptuousness of her body! Only Satan could have created a woman like that, a woman whose swelling hips, tiny in-curving waist, and huge jutting breasts could drive a man to sin. He'd never seen his sister naked before, not even when they were small children. His parents had feared even then that the sight of each other nude would pervert the children's minds. So it was a terrible shock to Eldon now. And yet a greater shock was to come.
In response to Anne's eager gestures, the boy lay down on his back, and then Anne squatted over him and-Eldon almost choked as he watched-she lowered herself onto his stiff-standing penis. It penetrated her and she began moving up and down on it, grinning like a whore, grunting and squealing like a rutting animal, a bitch in heat. Eldon had to turn away for a moment, he thought he was going to be sick. Oh, dear God, how could it be? His respectable sister voluntarily, even joyously, engaged in sexual intercourse!
But he turned to the keyhole again, fascinated, somehow hypnotized, and watched the whole filthy performance. He watched, a curious feeling came over him. First he felt himself growing very warm, flushed all over, although he knew it was not the temperature of the room, he always kept the house at a constant 69�. Then he began to feel a kind of itching, a plaguing demand, in his crotch, and he absently scratched himself there as he spied on the rutting couple. The scratching felt good, so he continued it, rubbing and caressing himself, when suddenly, with a shock, he realized what he was doing. Good heavens, how easily he had been tricked! The ways of the Devil were strong, all right! He'd been unconsciously masturbating, of course, and he indignantly snatched his hand away from his hard throbbing cock.
A minute later he was doing it again, he just couldn't help it, and he found himself opening his fly, taking out his cock, frigging it rapidly with his fist as he gazed through the keyhole. Damn that itching, why wouldn't it go away? At that moment Anne gave a particularly lascivious moan and he saw her raise herself on the boy's cock and then slide merrily down on it again, licking her lips, grinning, the wicked whore! And Eldon frigged himself even faster.
He'd lost the power to control his hands, they were possessed by wicked lust, and now he was losing control of his thoughts, too. As he watched the wildly copulating couple, he was mesmerized by the sight of the boy's prick, that long stiff gleaming instrument of evil, and he began to imagine what it would be like if that were his prick, if he lay in the boy's place, his sister grinning and working up and down on him, imagined the burning wet tightness of her cunt, how it would feel to have his prick slide up there, plunge into her cunt again and again.
Yes, yes, that would be good, yes, it would be a very pleasant thing, even if it was wicked, he would like that very much. He began to breathe hoarsely, frigging himself faster and faster. Yes, he would like to stick his cock in there, into that velvety tunnel of Hell, close and smoky and burning as Hell, yes, yes, but even more he would like it if his sister did for him what she had done earlier for the boy, if she would kneel before him, adoringly, take his lusting cock in her beautiful hands, pet it, play with it, suck it ravenously into her slick mouth.
His cock was giving out its own lubricating juices now, making his flying hand slick and hot, like her cunt would be, like her mouth would be, just like it would be if that disgusting whore were to suck his dick, suck her brother in her harlot's mouth. His prick flew with lightning speed now in his tightened palm and he felt a strange, dizzying weightlessness come over him. He wanted to moan. Yes, I will have her, I'll ram my cock down her throat, I'll bugger her, I'll get her in the ass, that filthy, stinking WHORE!
The world spun before him and his cum spurted out in stinging pleasure. He sank slowly to the floor.
Moments later, Eldon opened his eyes, sat up, and tried to collect his thoughts. He remembered what had happened, what he'd seen and done, but quickly he forced it all from his mind. He listened. They were quiet now, probably finished and might come into this room any minute. He must get out.
Then he saw the door, the one he'd been spying at. It was splattered with his cum, ludicrously covered with creamy squiggles and streams. He reddened, grimaced in shame. Quickly, silently, he went to the kitchen, got a rag, returned to the dining room and cleaned up the mess. He could hear their low voices in the other room, but, his lust assuaged, he couldn't bring himself to look through the keyhole again.
He crept out of the house and out the back way. He put the soaked rag into the garbage can, pushing it down under the other refuse so no one could see it. He opened and slammed the garage door. He walked to the back door of the house, opened it, went inside, slammed it. He walked heavily, then called out. "Anne! I'm home! Are you there?"
There were scurrying noises, whispers-they thought they were deceiving him, the fools-and Anne called back, "Yes, Eldon, in the living room!"
As he walked slowly toward the scene of crime, he heard more scurrying, then the gentle opening and closing of the front door. So the boy had escaped, and now Anne would greet him a little nervously, smiling too much, her body still hot and stinky from love-making. Well, he would have to fake it too, pretend he knew nothing. He hadn't had time to consider it all yet, to decide what to do. Surely he would have to do something-he could not let her behave that way, carry on filthy orgies in their own house!
Eldon opened the connecting door and entered the living room with his usual grim greeting. Yes, just as he'd suspected, she was sitting there, on the couch, blushing, twisting her hands nervously. He pretended not to notice.
"Good evening," he said coldly.
"You're home early," she said. .
"So, I might add, are you."
That shut her up. Eldon took his favorite chair and opened the newspaper. More sensation mongering, disgusting stories of sex and violence. The Devil was everywhere. . . .
Anne watched him, waiting for her fear and guilt to die down a little, till she had the self-control to get up calmly, go to the kitchen, and start preparations for dinner. She knew, vaguely, that while she'd been with Tom she'd enjoyed it wildly, had succumbed completely to pleasure, but now she only felt wretched shame and disgust with herself. She wanted to die. Her thoughts were not unlike her brother's, that she was a lewd, filthy whore. She had to stop living like this, had to break things off with Tom, control herself, find the strength to live a decent, pure life.
CHAPTER FIVE
Later that evening, after they'd had dinner, Anne and Eldon Harper sat in the living room, both pretending to read. Behind her copy of Cosmopolitan, Anne was trying to figure out a way to break off with Tom and insure the boy's silence, wondering if she could even bring herself to let him go. And behind his copy of The Librarian's Quarterly, Eldon was wondering when and how to speak to his sister about the scene he'd witnessed that afternoon.
The longer he sat there, the angrier he got. As he reviewed what had happened (conveniently suppressing the memory of jerking himself off), he was more horrified and indignant than ever. Something must be done! Anne could not be allowed to prostitute herself, to endanger her soul, and she certainly could not be allowed to turn his home into a den of vice! She must be stopped, and she must be punished. My God, a woman like that belonged in jail, not in a classroom before a crowd of impressionable students! Eldon ground his teeth, gripped his magazine till his knuckles turned white. How could a member of the Harper family have done such a thing? They'd always been decent, clean-minded people. His parents, in fact, had been saints. Eldon had kept himself entirely free from the taint of sex-well, almost entirely if one had to count that regrettable episode when he was very young, in the service, and had been tricked by his so-called buddies into drinking alcohol, getting so befuddled that he'd actually accompanied them to a house of prostitution and had engaged in intercourse with one of the whores. He could never think about that incident without wanting to weep-it had spoiled his perfect record. Otherwise he had kept away from the opposite sex.
And all their lives he had thought his sister was pure, too, that she shared his repugnance for sexual matters. Dear God, how wrong he'd been! She was despicable, a wanton creature with the passions of an animal. . . .
He stood up, flung aside his magazine, outraged now and trembling. "Anne!" he barked, "I want to talk to you!"
She looked up in astonishment. What was he so angry about? My God, he was furious, and it was so unlike Eldon to lose his temper or show any sort of passion about anything! Secretly, for her own amusement, she'd long ago assigned him a nickname, Mr. Iceberg, because of his cold, logical, rigidly controlled style of life. It would take a major crisis to upset him like this.
"What is it, Eldon?" she asked wonderingly. "I've never seen you like this! What's wrong?"
He glared at her contemptuously. "Don't play the innocent with ME, you-you-you filthy slut!" "ELDON!" she gasped.
"You act shocked, of course!" he bellowed. "You're trying to trick me, but I can't be tricked! I'm on to you, you whore!"
"Eldon, for God's sake, explain yourself! Why are you calling me these terrible names? What have I done?"
"What have you DONE?" he shrieked. "How can you ask? I SAW you, I saw you and that little boy this afternoon, saw every filthy thing you did!"
"Oh, my God," Anne cried weakly. She turned white, sank to her knees, stunned by the horror of it.
Eldon strode over to her and seized her by the wrist, dragging her to her feet. "You will sit in your chair like a lady," he snarled, "and you will listen to what I say!"
He pushed her back into her chair, and sat there meekly while he spoke. She was too frightened to protest, too scared to cry.
"You must be punished for the horrible thing you have done," her brother was saying, his face cold and stern. "First I'm going to expose you. I'm going to the school board and tell them what I saw, how you were corrupting that poor child's morals. You're not fit to teach."
"Oh, God, Eldon, no," she pleaded. "Don't do that to me! I'll never get another job!"
"That's exactly what I intend. It pains me to do it to my own sister, but I must make that sacrifice, for the good of the community. And you needn't plead with me, because nothing will change my mind."
Anne hung her head. She knew he meant it, and she knew that her career was over. She'd be disgraced, forced to move far away, change her name . . . Suddenly she started, looked up to- see her brother standing in front of her, his eyes gleaming strangely.
"Get up!" he ordered. "There must be more punishment for your unspeakable crime! You must be punished like a wicked child, I must take the place of your father!"
Again he seized her wrist, gripping it painfully hard, and pulled her to her feet. Dazed, she stumbled after him as he dragged her to the couch. There he sat down and pulled her with him so that she was lying over his lap like a child about to be spanked. He raised his hand, palm flat, and brought it down in a stinging slap on her buttocks.
"Wicked!" he screamed, spanking her again and again. "Whore of Babylon! Emissary of the Devil!"
Anne shrieked and tried to struggle free, but he held her down with lunatic strength and continued to spank her. She sobbed, even though it didn't hurt much through her clothing, she felt so humiliated. Finally he stopped, apparently not satisfied, and she felt him fumbling with her skirt.
"Eldon!" she squeaked. "What are you doing?"
He didn't answer, but she felt him pull her skirt up roughly, exposing her panties, and then it came again, his frenzied spanking, stinging her now that the protecting skirt was out of the way.
"Stop it, for God's sake, stop it!" she cried, but he kept at it, and she collapsed, sobbing on his lap, more in shame than in pain, and presently he stopped again. She felt his cold fingers sneak under the elastic waistband of her panties, beginning to slide the garment down over her hips.
"NO!" she shouted, and giving him a push with all her strength, she managed to break away, to fall off his lap and onto the floor, and then she was up and running down the hall to her bedroom. She could hear Eldon panting as he ran behind her, almost feel his hot breath on her neck. She reached her room, ran inside, started pushing the door shut, leaning against it with her full weight, but he was there too quickly, pushing from the other side. At first it was a stalemate, her strength equal to his, and the door remained a few inches open as they struggled. Ultimately Eldon was stronger, and Anne felt herself weakening, felt the door slowly opening.
"Oh, Eldon," she sobbed, "please leave me alone! Please don't punish me any more!"
"No!" His voice was more under control now, a kind of low excited growl, because he knew he would win. "You must have more punishment!"
He gave the door a violent push, and Anne was sent stumbling backward across the room, coming to rest with a crash against the opposite wall. She stood there panting, her eyes wide with fright, as her brother faced her, flushed and victorious.
"Now do as I say," he commanded excitedly. "Go to the bed and bend over it."
"Oh, no, Eldon, no, please," she whimpered. She was terrified now, not so much because of the punishment that was coming, she could certainly endure a spanking, but because of what she saw in her brother's eyes. No doubt he was unconscious of it himself, but it was plain enough to her, his audience. Eldon was not angry any more, he was turned on, lusting! The act of spanking her, his sister, had pleasurably excited him. She looked for proof, and, oh, God, there it was-his crotch bulged grotesquely, he had an enormous erection! He seemed not to notice it, but Anne blushed with shame.
"Move! Get over there!" he barked, some of his anger returning when she did not obey his command immediately.
Fearing to enrage him, Anne crossed the room and bent over her bed, resting on her hands. She heard Eldon breathing heavily as he approached behind her. She shuddered as he raised her skirt, pulling it up over her back and leaving it there, shuddered again as he ran his hand over her panties, the tight hot bulge of her buttocks.
"The work of the Devil," he muttered, his voice shaky now, "the beautiful, wicked creation of Satan!"
Anne began to sob again as he seized the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down over her ass. He took his time. It seemed minutes before she felt the caress of silk slipping down over her thighs, her knees, her ankles, coming to rest on her feet.
"Step out of them." His voice was almost a whisper.
Sobbing, she raised one foot, then the other, felt the panties slip off, felt her brother's hot breath on her legs as he bent, snatched the panties, examined them, tossed them aside.
"Now," he hissed, "you will be properly punished!"
Anne braced herself, clenched her teeth, and the first blow came, a resounding slap that left a white bloodless mark on her ass and then quickly turned fiery red. He slapped her again and again, she lost count, grew too numb to feel it. She was conscious only of his loud excited breathing as he spanked her. At last she was too tired to prop herself up any more, and she collapsed onto the bed. Eldon stopped spanking her then.
"Cover yourself, you hussy!" he ordered.
Wearily Anne pulled down her skirt over her bare ass. She'd forgotten about that, didn't really see how it mattered. She only wanted Eldon to go away and leave her alone, but instead he collapsed on the bed, too, a few feet away from her, giving a big sigh. His face was red and sweaty and he was breathing deeply, noisily, as he lay on his back and closed his eyes. His prick bulged menacingly beneath the cloth of his pants. Maybe he would fall asleep and give her a chance to escape. She would lock herself in the guest room, the bathroom if she had to, anything to escape his mad attentions.
Carefully, slowly, she began sliding off the bed, but just as she thought she was free, he abruptly opened his eyes, glared at her, and seized her wrist.
"Oh, Eldon," she begged, "no more! Not now! Please let me go!"
"No," he growled softly, his eyes lighting up, "your punishment is not finished. You've done a very bad thing, and you must pay for it."
He sat up, then gave her a push that sent her spinning into the center of the room. "Undress!" he commanded.
"ELDON!"
"Shut up! Do as I say! Or do you want another spanking, with a switch this time?"
Bursting into tears, Anne pleaded with her eyes, but his expression did not change. No, she wasn't up to another spanking, certainly not a switching. She began to remove her clothes.
Eldon Harper sat very still on the bed and watched her almost goggle-eyed, his hands clasped tightly together, his expression a mixture of lust and horror. It was the first time he'd seen a woman undress, would be the first time he'd seen one naked, barring his brief glimpses of his sister through the keyhole that afternoon. He did not know what to think. He knew he should be repelled by the gross sexual attraction she exerted, it was clearly a trap laid by the Devil, and yet he found her beautiful. But above all there possessed him the intense desire to humiliate her, to make her submit to him, serve him like a slave.
The weeping Anne slowly unbuttoned her blouse and drew it off to reveal her enormous firm breasts barely supported by a flimsy black lace bra. Eldon's feverish eyes traced the deep dark line between her tits, and his mouth dropped open as she unhooked the bra and drew it off, and her swelling breasts, liberated now, flowed outward, quivering and swaying. With her panties gone already, there was only one more thing to remove, her skirt, and Anne tried to take it as slowly as possible, blushing all over as she unzipped the opening. Finally it had to come off. She let it slide leisurely down over her hips, her thighs, her calves, till it fell in a heap on the floor, then she stepped out of it, trembling and flushed, and stood before her gawking, heavily-breathing brother.
Eldon had glanced briefly over her body as the skirt fell, making her totally naked, but now his gaze was rooted to one spot. He could not take his eyes off her curly little snatch, its golden gleaming hairs, its small valentine shape. It looked so innocent, so pretty, and yet he knew it was truly the gate to Hell, for behind and underneath it were the wicked enticing parts that could seduce a man into surrendering his purity. Cunt, he thought, that's the danger, the sucking all-enveloping cunt that swallows, squeezes, holds ... He realized now that he was sweating heavily, and there was that itching again in his crotch that demanded relief. He must ignore it, must get on with his duty, to teach this whore a lesson.
He rose, walking with military stiffness, and stood before his sister. "Undress me," he said coldly.
"Eldon," she sobbed, "this is wrong-"
"Don't you dare tell me what's wrong or right!" he screamed. "You're not fit to decide! Now do as I say!"
Anne obeyed. She had almost stopped being afraid now, because she was beyond feeling any more. She only knew that whatever happened, it could be no worse than what had already happened to her, Eldon's threat to drive her from her profession and disgrace her. So what did it matter what happened now?
Eldon was wearing his usual work clothes, a dark suit much like an undertaker's, black shoes, a stern dark gray tie. She removed the tie, the shoes, the socks, then the jacket, thinking absently to herself that even if her brother was not exactly Charles Atlas, he was in good shape for a man his age, trim and slender, no sag or fat. She unbuttoned his white starched shirt, drew it off, and saw that his undershirt was drenched with sweat, the sweat of his nervous lust. His cooperation was minimal as she pulled the undershirt off over his head, mussing his sparse brown hair.
It was the first time she could recall seeing him without a shirt-he didn't even swim or go bare-chested on hot days, disliking any display of the body-and she was rather surprised to see that his chest was hairy and well muscled. But her curiosity was really aroused when she began to unbuckle his belt, her face only inches away from that stiff bulge of his crotch. Somehow she had always imagined that Eldon's genitals would match his personality-spare, small, weak. She wondered if her guess would be proved correct. Removing the belt, she unzipped his trousers, pulled them down over his white hairy legs, and he stepped out of them with an animal growl. Tremblingly she grasped the waistband of his Jockey shorts and pulled them slowly down. . . .
Eldon could not look now at what was going on, he felt too dizzy, too excited. Why was it exciting him like this? He only meant to humiliate her, to embarrass her, to force her to perform demeaning tasks. Yet his prick, at least, knew better, was so engorged and stiff it threatened to burst. He did not understand, he closed his eyes, clenched his fists, shuddered half in horror and half in excitement as he felt her draw down his shorts and expose his agonized cock.
She had been right, in a way. His prick and balls were smaller than average, more like a boy's than those of a man in his thirties, but they were certainly not weak. His balls were swollen and rock-hard, his cock standing straight up, stiff as steel. She wondered dizzily how he intended to get rid of that erection. Could he possibly be thinking of using her, his own sister, for that purpose? God, no, that was unthinkable! She forced herself to look away from his rampant parts. She stood up.
"I've finished, Eldon."
He opened his eyes and glared at her. "I did not tell you to rise! Get down on your knees again, slut!"
She sighed, obeyed, coming to rest with her mouth only inches from his hard little prick with its bulging blue veins, its fiery-red engorged tip.
Eldon swallowed hard, clenched his fists till his knuckles were white. He knew, oh, so clearly, what he wanted now, what he wanted her to do to him, yet could he give the command? He must. . . .
His voice was shaky but distinct: "Take it in your mouth. Do to me what you did to that boy."
"Oh, dear God!" sobbed Anne. It was like a nightmare, she couldn't believe it was happening, her own brother forcing her to suck him off!
"OBEY!" he thundered.
Choking back her sobs, Anne reached out and cupped his hard little balls in her hot hands. Eldon shuddered and swallowed noisily. Then she bent closer to him, put her burning lips around the tip of his cock, and very slowly, slickly, sucked inward, drawing the length of his shaft into her mouth, in deeper and deeper, into her juicy hot depths, till her chin rested lightly against his balls and his dick was lodged in all the way. Her tongue began to play around his shaft, swishing softly, wetly, over the sensitive skin, slowly at first, then faster and faster, snaking up to the tip, nudging the foreskin, sucking, tickling, caressing, then down the length of the shaft again.
Eldon groaned in unashamed pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head, his mouth twisted in an obscene grin, and he rested his hands on his sister's shoulders for support. Dear God, it was good! He'd never dreamed this kind of mind-blasting pleasure existed on earth! He wanted her to go on and on sucking his dick like that. . . .
* * *
Outside the bedroom window, Mr. Alfred W. Holznagel, city councilman and respected owner of Holznagel's Hardware, scrunched around to get more comfortably seated in his hiding place behind the camelia bush and smiled delightedly. In his twenty-five years of peeping (a hobby he practiced with professional caution and had kept secret from the whole town), he'd never seen anything like this!
Holznagel, a rosy, balding, fat little man of 57, sighed contentedly and took out his cock to diddle while he watched the performance. All things come to those who wait, he thought happily. Years of patient peeping were at last rewarded. Oh, he'd seen quite a few eye-openers in his long career-couples screwing, guys jerking off, beautiful women undressing, once even a middle-aged woman who was in the habit of lying nude on her bed, her legs spread ludicrously wide, while her pet spaniel licked her to orgasm, but nothing compared to this! Eldon and Anne Harper, two of the most respected, solid citizens of Elmsville, brother and sister, above reproach, naked together while she sucked him off! Holznagel could hardly believe his good fortune, and he stared unblinkingly and diddled himself furiously as he watched Anne suck Eldon's swollen white cock into her knowing mouth. . . .
* * *
"Ahhhh," moaned Eldon, "ah, ah, ah, oh, that's good, that's so good, yes, yes, keep doing it, oh, yes!" He gripped her shoulders frantically, digging his nails into her warm soft skin, as she began to suck his cock more vigorously now, bringing his delighted cock swiftly in and out of her mouth. At first some distant part of his mind, sounding very much like his father's voice, kept telling him frantically, no, no, Eldon, you bad boy! That's naughty, wicked, you mustn't do it! But the voice had faded, gone away entirely, with the luscious sucking she was giving him, and he knew nothing but the exquisite pleasure of it.
Briefly she drew back on his shaft, drew it out of her mouth, and attended to the foreskin, nipping and sucking it with mobile lips, teasingly inserting her tongue underneath, slipping and nudging around in there, making a rapid little circling motion that caused her brother to grunt like a rutting animal, jerking his hips swiftly in the motions of fucking, and as he did so, she opened her lips again and he plunged juicily into her mouth, all the way in again, jamming the swollen red tip of his cock against the silky soft folds of her gobbling throat.
Anne worked faster and faster now, giving him all the delicate, pleasant little attentions she knew with her tongue and mouth, and she felt a strange transformation in herself. His cock, his dear hard slick little cock, was all she could think of, and her body was responding to her excitement, her great tits beginning to swell and tingle, her clit going stiff and sensitive, the love-juices beginning to run now in a steady trickle from her aroused cunt. Dear Eldon, yes, she would give him all the pleasure she could, all the little tricks of a cunning mouth and wicked tongue . . .
Eldon, too, felt a strange sensation coming over him, vaguely like the shuddering release that seized him when he came in his sleep, but this time it was much more powerful, more blinding, more shudderingly beautiful than he had dreamed was possible. He began to moan, growl, his hips pumping madly, forcing his frantic cock down her throat, and then he began to yelp, howl like a baying dog, "Ooooo! OOOOOO! Make me cum, MAKE ME CUM! YES, YES, YES, AHHHHH!"
He groaned with joy as he felt his cum spurt out in sizzling streams, jet after endless jet of it, into her gaping eager throat. He pumped furiously, happily, sending it into her, and she swallowed and seized his buttocks and squeezed him hard against her to get all of it, to lap up every drop. . . .
* * *
In his secret nest behind the camelia bush, Mr. Alfred W. Holznagel, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, gawked as he watched Eldon's frantically twitching hips, watched .the town's respected head librarian pump his cum into the eager mouth of his schoolteacher sister. He heard Eldon's abandoned howl, saw his face contorted with cumming, watched as Anne grasped her brother's ass and pressed him hotly against her and hungrily swallow his jetting seed. Mr. Holznagel pumped his little cock, too, frigged himself joyously, and he gave a little squeak of delight as he reached orgasm, pleasure jolted him, and he shot his cum in a white spraying arc into the night air. Ah, God, that had been one sweet experience, a performance he'd never forget! He sighed, mopped his brow with his silk hanky, stared lazily in the bedroom window, expecting them to leave off now and go to bed . . . but, no: what was this? Christ, after action like that, could they really continue? It didn't seem possible, he couldn't be that lucky, and yet, before his astonished eyes, that's what was happening.
* * *
Eldon was momentarily faint, out, falling into his sister's arms and resting there, limp and gasping. Anne held him, thinking that this was it, end of performance, and in a way she was sorry. Sucking him off had aroused her terribly, and there was a nagging demand in her throbbing cunt. She needed him badly, needed a man's prick inside her. Could she arouse him again? Or if she did, would he do what she wanted? She didn't know, but she had to try, had to get some relief.
She gently laid him down on the floor, crawled on top of him, kissed him. No response-he was still in a daze. "Eldon, Eldon," she whispered, "wake up! I need you!"
He blinked, stared at her. "Need me?" he muttered. "What for? What's wrong?"
She smiled, kissed him again tenderly. "You got me pretty worked up, little brother! I brought you off, so maybe you could return the favor!"
The wicked slut! Oh, he'd been right about her, she was an animal, perpetually in heat, couldn't get enough! Now she was shamelessly begging him, her own brother, to make love to her! Well, then, he would play along, pretend to do what she wanted. He had an idea. . . .
He smiled engagingly at her, then he took her great swollen tits in his hands, squeezed them, tweaked the nipples and began to suck them noisily. Anne gasped delightedly, closed her eyes, and her mouth spread in a blissful smile as he played with her. He lashed her nipples with his stiff tongue, and her breasts swelled and flushed in response. Her grateful hands strayed down his chest, his belly, and found his played-out prick, began to stroke it encouragingly. Continuing to suck and tongue her nipples, Eldon reached around her, explored downward, found her tight little anus, insinuated a curious finger. Yes, it was as he'd hoped, very tight, yet lined with silky moist walls that would ease his passage.
He pumped his fingertip in and out of her asshole, gently so as not to alarm her, and she seemed to like it, of course she would, the harlot! She sighed, stroked his prick faster, more insistently, trying to get him up again, wanting his prick stiff and swollen and lodged brutally in her demanding, unfulfilled cunt. Eldon continued to play along with her. He reached between her legs, tweaked her clit, making her squeal with delight, got a finger up her soaked vagina and wiggled it, making her gasp and flush and jerk her hips.
"Oh, yes, Eldon," she moaned, "that's what I want, that's where I want you, but not your finger!"
"Oh," he teased. "Really? Just what is it you want me to do?" As if he didn't know what the whore wanted!
"Oh, Eldon," she gasped, pumping his cock in her hot little fist, "I want you to fuck me, please fuck me, Eldon, I need it so badly!"
He had to admit the scene was getting him pretty excited, in spite of his contempt for her shameless behavior. She took his foreskin between her fingers, drew it up and down rapidly over the tip of his cock, and it was suddenly erect again, his balls swelling and hardening, too. Yes, you whore, he thought eagerly, I'll put it in you all right but you've got a surprise coming!
He took her by the shoulders and guided her to lie on her back, and then he separated her legs and knelt between them, taking his cock in his hand and aiming it at the thirsting mouth of her cunt. Anne sighed happily and spread her legs even wider, inviting his thrust. After a brief, gloating glance at her pleading, grateful face, he stuck in his cock, rammed it brutally up her with a force that made her gasp. He began poking her as hard as he could, roughly, cruelly, meaning to hurt her, but to his annoyance, she seemed to want it that way.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she cried. "Oh, yes, darling, yes, that's great, you do it so well, yes, yes, oh, how I needed this!" Her teeth were bared in a snarl of rutting, she had grasped his buttocks with digging nails to force his cock deeper into her hungering cunt, and she kept spreading her legs wider and wider to get as much of his hard pulsating cock as she could.
Eldon was disgusted with her shameless delight in being fucked, but he must keep it up a moment longer, must encourage her, in accordance with his plan. "Yes," he said and grinned lewdly at her. "You love it, don't you? You love me to stuff you with my cock!"
"Oh, God, YES!" she cried joyously, in tears of release now, her legs flung high in the air, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared orgasm.
Abruptly Eldon withdrew his cock from her snatch and stood up. She gawked at him, aghast, for a second, then screamed frantically, "Oh, no, please! You couldn't be so cruel! Don't leave me like this, just when I'm about to cum! Please, Eldon, finish me!"
He laughed contemptuously. "I am not your servant, Anne. You are mine. From now on, if you don't want me to expose you, to tell about you and that child, you will do anything I want."
Anne writhed in misery and frustration. So that was his plan, the little prick! He wouldn't expose her after all, no, not if she endlessly gratified his lusts! But which was the lesser evil? Should she let him ruin her career and hound her from the town; or should she become his sexual slave? At least if she chose the latter, she'd still have her job, her good name.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked wearily.
Eldon's face flushed with cruel triumph as he stood there, hands on hips, his cock stiff with anticipation. Now her punishment was nearly complete, her humiliation final.
"Go to the bed again," he ordered, "and bend over it."
Now what, for God's sake? Was he going to spank her again? Screw her from behind? Anne hoped for the latter-at least she'd get something out of it, too. Obediently she walked to the bed and bent over it, resting on her arms. Eldon followed, breathing heavily, and she felt his hot breath on her back, felt his sweat-slimey hands come to rest on her hips.
"Now, whore, the final punishment!" he croaked madly.
He stabbed forward with his cock, and Anne shrieked, "Oh, no, not that! Please, I can't bear it!"
But Eldon ignored her shrieks and sobs, grinning ecstatically as he pushed his brutal cock up her narrow, protesting asshole. It was hard work, all right, and he began to sweat as he gave shove after grunting shove, hardly able to get in more than an inch, though the passage was slick and smooth. He drew his dick back, took in breath, and gave a tremendous searing push that made Anne scream in agony-and his hard dick was in, oh, God, all the way in! Blood trickled from her wounded flesh, staining the base of his prick, his balls, and Eldon wriggled delightedly, squeezed tight by those hot, hugging asshole walls. The friction and heat was so intense, he hardly needed to move, he only wiggled and nudged and shivered inside her. Electric jolts of pleasure began in the sensitive tip of his prick, radiated down the shaft, communicated with every nerve in his body.
"Yes, yes," he exalted, throwing his arms around her waist and squeezing her up against him to get his dick even farther up her ass, "I am in you now, dear sister, in you the way I wanted! And now I am going to fuck you hard in the ass!"
The initial pain was so intense that Anne's body rallied its defenses, quickly made her numb and faint. Beneath Eldon's cruel labors, she lay limp and swooning, not feeling it any longer, not caring. He was right: this was the final humiliation, he could never do anything worse to her than this.
He was moving faster now, and as the pressure of his prick gradually enlarged the passage, it became easier to slide in and out, though the fit was still deliciously tight. Oh, God, why had he denied himself this exquisite pleasure for so long? What a fool he had been, how many delights he had missed, in his stupid prudery! But things would be different now! She was his, her whole beautiful body was his, and he would enjoy her in every way he could imagine!
Balling her furiously now, grunting, sweating, beginning to yelp and pant, he found he wanted to possess more of her, rape every orifice he could, and he slid his hands around to the front of her, down her belly, over her soft little bush, between the wet swollen lips of her pussy. All of it would belong to him! With one rapidly stroking finger he palpitated her clit, and as he did that, he felt back farther between her legs, rammed two fingers up her burning juicy cunt and frigged her brutally.
Anne gasped, came out of her coma, and responded delightedly. Yes, that was what she needed, his rough masterful fingers wringing spasms of pleasure from her greedy little clit, duplicating the stiff lunges of a cock in her thirsty cunt. Yes, oh, thank God, he was going to satisfy her after all! It would be all right now, she could take anything and take it joyously!
"Oh, my darling," she moaned, "that's wonderful, keep doing it to me, I love it!"
Eldon grinned triumphantly as he masturbated his grateful moaning sister and rammed his cock ever faster, ever harder, up her virgin asshole. She was completely in his power now, giving herself to him utterly, holding nothing back.
She needed it so much, was digging it so much, that she felt herself mounting swiftly toward orgasm, every tickle and wriggle and plunge of his fingers sending jolts of pleasure through her shuddering body. Her cunt convulsed, exploded, rocking her with light and release, and she screamed, "OH, SWEET JESUS, I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG!"
She sobbed as her climax shook her, stung every nerve in her body, and in impulsive gratitude she did something for him, contracted the muscular walls of her asshole, squeezing his cock deliciously, pumping and milking it.
The squeezing hot walls of her little tunnel were bringing him off now, wringing out his cum in powerful blasts that filled and flooded her, gushed out her ass, spilled to the floor. Eldon sobbed, his body rocking with convulsions of pleasure, he could not even stand up, and he fell writhing and yelping onto the bed, Anne still hugged tightly to him as he pumped her full with his last exhausted streams of cum. . . .
* * *
Mr. Alfred W. Holznagel sighed. The show was over. He held his dripping little prick in his hand, still flushed and tingly from the frantic frigging he'd given himself, his second orgasm of the night, and he thanked whatever powers there were, perhaps a god of peepers, for this marvelous piece of luck. He'd felt sorry for the woman, Anne, at first, when her devilish brother had pulled his cock out of her snatch just as she was obviously about to cum. He'd felt pity again when Eldon had begun to rape her asshole, causing her excruciating pain. Nobody could say that peepers aren't all heart. So he'd felt a lot better, very very good in fact, when Eldon had done the gentlemanly thing, had frigged his sister and brought her off in obvious rapture. That was when Mr. Holznagel began frigging himself, too, when he saw they were both digging it and about to cum. He liked happy endings.
Mr. Holznagel leaned back on the grass and lit a cigar, deciding to rest and smoke a while before he went home. Nothing to hurry home to, after all, only his fat nagging wife. Very infrequently, maybe a few times a year when he was exceptionally horny, he'd overcome his repugnance and give Martha a poke, but her grim silence, her total lack of response, turned him off. How much better it was, how really beautiful, to sit under the stars and frig himself in just the way he liked it, while he watched the various citizens of Elmsville do their thing, oblivious of his appreciative observation!
I am, indeed, a fortunate man, concluded Alfred Holznagel, as he watched Eldon and Anne fall asleep in each other's arms. . . .
* * *
As she drifted into sleep, Anne felt her brother's cock still snugly fitted in her asshole, and she smiled, sighed, and contracted the anal muscles once more around his prick, giving him one last little stab of pleasure. Eldon acknowledged her gesture with a satisfied grunt, and softly rubbed her wet warm slit to return the favor. Little waves of pleasant sensation radiated through her as she finally fell asleep.
* * *
The next morning Anne awoke with a start, knowing that something wild had happened to her last night, but not immediately able to recall it. Then she stiffened, blushed, and reacted with shame. She remembered now, she couldn't help remembering, because her snoring brother's arms were around her, and her asshole was stretched by his cock, stiff and hard again with a morning erection. The sheets, the blankets, the pillows were stained with his cum and streaked with blood. Oh, yes, she remembered, and she awoke to the awful soreness in her violated anus. She tried to suppress her thoughts, but they were too insistent. At last she said wearily to herself, All right, face it, you let your brother fuck you last night, you let him screw you in the ass. You can't sink any lower than that. My God, she thought, what have I done? And what am I going to do now ?
CHAPTER SIX
Over breakfast that morning, Eldon Harper had almost nothing to say to his sister except routine requests to pass the sugar or to pour him another cup of coffee. That was fine with Anne. She didn't really care what mood his silence concealed-anger, shame, or bewilderment-so long as she didn't have to talk with him, didn't have to discuss the shocking thing they'd done the night before. Anne just wasn't ready to think about it yet.
But as the day wore on and she absent-mindedly conducted her classes, Anne Harper could not avoid thinking about it. Her sense of guilt was so great, her horror so gripping, that she could think of nothing else. And above all there was the fear that Eldon would break his promise and report her to the school board after all. With his prudish sense of values, she wouldn't put it past him. By the time classes let out for the day, Anne was near collapse. She couldn't deal with the problem alone-she needed help. And that was how she found herself in Scott Caldwell's office.
Scott looked up from his desk to see Anne Harper standing in the doorway, pale and shaking. She'd entered without a word and couldn't seem to speak even now.
"Anne! For God's sake, what is it?" Caldwell jumped to his feet and hurried to her side, seeing clearly that she was distraught about something.
She fell into his arms, and in spite of his concern for her, Scott couldn't help glancing down as her great soft breasts nuzzled his chest. He put his arms protectively around her and repeated, "What is it, Anne? I'll help you!"
"Oh, Scott-" she began, then burst into tears. "I-I'm sorry! I know I'm not making any sense! Just give me a second to collect myself, then I'll tell you."
"I'll give you more than a second. You need to relax, and you need a drink. We'll go to my place. You don't have to say a thing till we get there."
Scott went with Anne while she got her coat, then they drove to his house, the silence interrupted only by her sobs. Inside, he made her lie down on the sofa, and then he mixed stiff drinks for both of them. Anne gulped hers down frantically, and he made her another.
At last she seemed to be calming down a little. She sat up, sipped her drink more slowly, and dried her eyes with the Kleenex he offered her. Even in tears and obvious distress, she was beautiful, Scott was thinking. Her healthy shining brown hair, her magnificent tits poked proudly forward through the soft material of her blouse, and her long gorgeous legs were revealed far up the thighs by her short skirt. This is for me, he thought-but first he'd have to find out what was bothering her, try to help her.
"Ready to talk now?" he said and smiled.
She returned his smile. "Yes, I think so. Thanks for being so patient." She sighed, took another sip of her drink, then said solemnly, "Scott, you won't like what I'm going to say. You'll probably have to fire me, but I can't keep it bottled up any longer. I have to talk to someone, or I'll go crazy." She blushed deeply and lowered her eyes, unable to meet his gaze. "I-I've been having an affair with one of my students."
For a second Scott was outraged. What the hell did she mean by doing an irresponsible thing like that? A middle-aged woman and an adolescent boy! But then he was rocked with the realization that he, too, was just as guilty as she was. He'd been having an affair with one of his students also, and the only difference between him and Anne was that she'd had the guts to admit what she was doing. He felt ashamed of his anger.
"Go on, Anne," he said encouragingly. "It may not be hopeless. Just tell me about it."
She glanced at him gratefully. "Oh, Scott, I knew you'd be sympathetic! But I'm afraid that's not the worst of it. It must seem bad enough, seducing a boy young enough to be my son, but something else happened-something really terrible!" She choked, unable to continue for a moment. When she resumed, she was blushing again and looking away from him. "Scott, I don't know how to tell this, except to keep it short and simple. The last time I was with my-lover . . . well, it was at my house, and I didn't know my brother Eldon was home. Apparently he spied on us through the keyhole. Later that night he-he took advantage of what he'd seen. He threatened to expose me to the school board unless I made love to him. I-I had no choice. Oh, God, my own brother!" She sobbed helplessly.
"That lousy sonofabitch!" growled Scott. He was shocked. He hurried to Anne's side and put his arms around her, holding her comfortingly as she wept. The poor kid! Scott had always thought Eldon Harper was kind of a creep, and now his suspicions were confirmed. Forcing his own sister to commit incest-how low could you get?
"Anne," he said hoarsely, "this is awful! But I'm with you, all the way. What do you want me to do?"
She kissed his cheek and huddled closer to him. "Scott, I don't know that much can be done. I wish there was some way to make him leave me alone, but with his hold on me, I doubt it. What worries me now is that he'll go back on his promise and report me anyhow. And that would be more than I could take. I can put up with his-attentions, but I couldn't stand to lose my job, be forced out of my profession. I wish there was some way to stop him."
Scott pondered the problem. He got various ideas, including beating the shit out of that little prick Eldon, but nothing seemed very feasible. Then he hit on it: "Anne, I think I know what to do! Eldon values his profession and reputation, too, doesn't he? Wouldn't he do anything to protect his position in the community, his good image?"
"Of course! Eldon would die if anything ruined the respectable image he's built up."
"Then that's the answer! Whatever you've done, it's certainly no worse than what he's done. Eldon Harper, guilty of incest! How long would he last in this town if he was exposed? All you need is a witness!"
"A witness?" Anne frowned for a moment, then gasped. "Oh, I see now! I can't report him, because he has too much on me-but a third party, somebody to get the goods on him! Scott, I think it'll work!"
Caldwell was enthusiastic, confident, now. "Of course it'll work! All we have to do is entice him into repeating his attack on you, and have me concealed in the house. Ill catch him in the act. Then if he dares report you, I'll report him-and he won't risk that!"
Anne gave a sob of relief. Scott squeezed her, grinned, and said, "Let's have another drink to celebrate your rescue, okay?"
She nodded happily. As they sipped their drinks, Scott let his eyes move freely over her lovely body, hoping that her gratitude would include a few special favors for him. What he wouldn't do to get that big beautiful woman into bed! He wondered how to manage it. One thing he could try, he knew that some women were turned on by talking about sex.
"Anne," he began in a friendly tone, "maybe you'd feel better if you told me all about this whole business. For instance, the little boy-your lover. I'm not condemning you, because I'm no saint myself, but I wonder why you picked someone so young?"
She blushed again. "I know, I must have been crazy! But I found him so attractive, and he was so easily available to me, I saw him every day. I guess that was a large part of it, just having him available. I don't know what's been the matter with me lately, but I just can't control my desires like I used to. It's been-well, it's been unbearable, this whole year. I've been wondering if I should see a doctor, even a psychiatrist."
Scott snorted with laughter. "Are you kidding? See a doctor because you're normal? No, Anne, there's nothing wrong with you. On the contrary, you show normal, healthy sexual drives for a woman your age. Haven't you ever read the Kinsey Report?"
"Why, no! I always wanted to, but I was too embarrassed to check it out of the library."
"Well, you should have. It would have saved you a lot of worry. The fact is, the Kinsey Report shows that in their mid-thirties, women experience the strongest sexual needs of their life. That's what's happening to you."
Anne's shining eyes showed her relief. "Then you mean there's nothing wrong with me? I thought I was some kind of sex fiend!"
Again Scott guffawed. "No, my dear, there's nothing wrong with you!" He looked her over appreciatively, lustily. "Nothing at all." He set down his drink and took away Anne's glass, too, and then he leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, pulling her tight against him. He made the kiss last, working his eager tongue inside her lips, caressing the length of her firm shapely body. For a moment she did not respond, and he was afraid he'd moved too fast, but then her arms slid around his neck, and her pointy little tongue twined slickly, hotly around his, and she seemed to be rubbing her great hard breasts against him on purpose, provocatively.
Scott was thinking, Oh man, I'm in business!
And Anne Harper was thinking, A real man at last! Some part of her mind was rebelling, telling her that she was a slut, a nympho, but that voice became weaker and weaker. Scott's words had liberated her, told her that it was right to respond to her body's needs, right to enjoy the best thing a man and a woman could do for each other. With Scott she felt pure and free and right. This was a love she need not be guilty about.
She let him kiss her freely, let him slip his firm commanding hands inside her blouse and mold her willing tits. As he did so, her nipples sprang erect to his touch and tingled with excitement. He broke off their kiss and leaned down to strip away her blouse and bra, to suck her red pointing nipples hotly into his mouth. Anne groaned delightedly and her cunt-juices spurted out, wetting the crotch of her panties, signifying her readiness to let this man do everything he wanted with her. Dear God, she thought wildly, to be fucked by this wonderful man! She had no doubts about his ability, his experience: here was a man who knew what to do!
He proved it by easing her gently down onto the sofa and expertly stripping off her clothes, so that she was naked before him almost before she knew what was happening. Scott gazed in delightful disbelief at her magnificent body. Christ, if he'd known before what a prize she was, he'd have had her long before this! She had all the good features a woman should have-great boobs, tiny waist, jutting hips, soft little belly, and a sweet golden snatch-but somehow she was bigger than life, everything was magnified, like a huge doll to be played with. And he meant to play with her, all right, to give her a screwing she'd never forget-But before he could touch her again, Anne was in action. Unable to remain passive any longer, she was rapidly unbuttoning his shirt, and she soon had him naked to the waist. Slipping onto her knees in front of him, she had his pants off in record time. She eased his shorts down slowly, with a saucy glance at him, as if to tease. Scott felt the shorts slipping roughly over his rising cock and he closed his eyes and shivered with anticipation. It looked as if Anne Harper knew exactly what she was doing, and all his previous notions about old maid school teachers were shattered. She slipped his shorts off around his feet, then came the hot soft touch of her exploring hands on his prick and balls. Scott sighed and leaned on her shoulders, taking in the fresh flowery smell of her hair as she played with him.
She took her time. First she touched and massaged the whole surface of his cock and his balls with her gentle but teasing fingers. That alone got his dick as hard as it'd ever been in his life, his prick engorged and swollen and swaying slightly under her touch, but it was just the beginning. The grateful woman wanted to give him the time of his life, and she knew just how to do it. Scott jerked convulsively at the sensation of her tongue as it probed the head of his cock.
Her burning, probing little tongue-tip worked its way insistently under the foreskin of his jerking prick, and he felt his balls stiffen and tingle in response. Around and around she circled the hidden flesh of the glans, making Scott's head spin with pleasure. Then her tongue withdrew, skittered deliciously in spirals down the length of his shaft, kissing and nibbling and licking. It progressed to his rock-hard balls now, even the heat of her panting breath felt great, but she did more, giving his balls a feathery tickle, then sucking them as if they were the fruit of the gods. He'd never had his balls sucked before, not even by the willing Candy, and he was glad he'd waited for an expert! Anne Harper knew just how to do it, gently yet vigorously, so that he shuddered all over with joy.
"Oh, God, Anne!" he moaned, gripping her shoulders fiercely. "Christ, that's good! Oh, oh, baby, you're going to bring me off if you keep doing that!"
She spat out his balls and he heard a wicked chuckle. Then he gasped as her knowing little finger poked into his asshole and began to caress him there with a circular motion. Almost at the same time, she got her slick hot lips around the head of his prick, and with one powerful hungry suck, she pulled the whole long hard shaft all the way into her wet, silk-lined mouth.
"UUUHHHH!" groaned Scott, feeling for a second that he would faint with pleasure. "Anne, oh, God, you'll make me cum!"
She paid no attention to his warning, only began to suck his cock noisily, firmly, as if in imitation of the slightest hottest little cunt in the world. As he felt himself squeezed, pumped, and palpitated in her juicy slick mouth, Scott was hopelessly lost, could not turn himself off now, and he waited joyfully for his cock to explode in her throat. That seemed to be what she wanted, too, for she grasped his buttocks, imbedding her nails in his flesh, and pulled him hard against her laboring lips.
Yes, yes, she was thinking, dizzy now with her passion, cum, my darling, cum in my mouth! I want you to have the greatest joy there is, I want to taste and lick and swallow your joy! She adored this brawny, virile man, and most of all she adored his fine stiff throbbing cock! The taste was nectar to her, she was the willing slave of his commanding prick!
As if her passionate thoughts had somehow communicated with his own seething brain, traveling like an electric impulse up his fiercely jerking shaft, making every cell in his body tingle, Scott felt a warning jolt of pleasure, the signal of oncoming orgasm. He yelped, his body shook with excitement, and then it began to pour over him, wave after wave of intense, blinding pleasure. "Anne! OHHHHH! Jesus! I'M , CUUUUMMIINNGGG!" he bellowed, and he drove his hips brutally against her mouth now, feeding her his cum, pumping his prick until his balls felt drained, yet he kept cumming! She swallowed eagerly, leading him on, clawing wildly at his buttocks and pumping him against her, until the very last drop of his seed had spurted into her greedy throat.
As his exhausted prick slipped at last from her mouth, Scott slipped to the floor, utterly spent, and pulled Anne with him. As they lay on the soft carpet hugging each other closely, he could not find the words to tell her the great thing she had done for him, and he knew he could not describe his experience in a million years-it was beyond the powers of any language. He had never experienced such intense pleasure in his life, and though he could not tell her adequately, he was sure as hell determined that this big beautiful woman would be rewarded.
But how to reward her? He knew from her mad, abandoned love-making what it was she needed, but in bringing him off, she'd also spoiled her own chances of satisfaction, at least for today. After the way he'd cum, Scott was certain he wouldn't be able to get it up again for hours at the very least. Somewhat apologetically, after getting his breath back, he reached for her, determined to bring her off manually rather than let her go unsatisfied. It would be better than nothing.
"Hey, baby," he said softly, "that was fantastic! I just wish I could do something for you."
She smiled lazily. "You will."
He didn't reply, only smiled back at her, concealing his regret that he'd be unable to give her what she needed. Well, he'd just do the best he could. He kissed her gratefully, then moved his lips slowly down her incredibly beautiful body, pausing to kiss and lick and suck at her throat, her blazing nipples, her navel, her sweet soft belly, and finally her golden pussy. Anne lay languorously on her back, a great lazy cat enjoying his petting, and she willingly let him part her legs. Scott was surprised when he got his first look at her inner, hidden parts. He'd imagined they would be big like the rest of her, but in fact he'd seldom seen such dainty equipment on any female.
Her snatch itself was smaller than average, a tiny soft bush of gold, and as he parted the furry cuntal lips, he discovered that her clit was proportionately small, a mere glimpse of pink but stiff and throbbing. Her slit was bright pink also and well-moistened with the cream of her desire. Gently he inserted a finger into the tiny opening of her cunt and found it to be wet with readiness but narrow and girlish. Clearly she hadn't been fucked very often in her life-so how did she know all those delicious little tricks she'd just performed on him? With a shock he suddenly realized the truth. The girl was a natural, she knew it all instinctively! She was made for fucking, and there was no need to teach her a thing. Scott knew then and there that he wanted Anne Harper to belong to him for good. She was one woman in a million.
But he had no time to think of the future now. There was more pressing business-Anne's swollen hungry cunt demanded satisfaction, and he intended to give it to her. To reach her more easily, he straddled her body, his knees resting on each side of her thighs, and then he lowered his face to her aching parts and gave her tiny clit a vigorous sucking.
Her reaction was immediate and intense. She began to squeal with delight, jerking her hips rapidly, and her cunt-juice flooded out again to moisten her parts. He ran his tongue over the fiery swollen flesh and Anne gasped and sighed. Then, as he plunged his stiff tongue all the way into her hungry little cunt, she shrieked, "Oh, my God, yes, yes, yes! You sweet darling, yes, stuff me with your tongue! I need it so badly!"
Christ, she was really hot, and he felt sore as hell that he couldn't offer her anything better than this! How he'd love to ram his cock up that slick little tunnel and hear her scream with joy! He'd like to ball her till she fainted with the pleasure of it, make her cum till she dropped! Angrily he thrust his tongue harder and harder inside her, and she writhed and squealed beneath his blows.
But abruptly she was silent, and at the same time Scott felt his depleted prick being sucked hotly into her mouth. Well, he thought, I'll have to give her "A " for effort! She's trying to get my cock hard again, but it's no go.
So he thought. But as he continued to tongue-fuck her, occasionally drawing out to flick and suck her pulsating clit, he became aware of a stiffening sensation in his prick, and was digging her sucking more and more. Now her tongue went into action, too, stroking and tickling his shaft even while she sucked him, and before long he was moving his hips involuntarily to get more friction of his cock against the silky walls of her burning mouth. He heard her chuckling even with her mouth full, and he thought, Okay, lady, you win! Because she'd done it, brought his dick up hard and stiff and ready again. He wasn't sure just how she'd managed the miracle, but he was ready to give her the reward she deserved.
Pulling gently away from her, Scott reversed his position, got between her widespread back, her shame gone now, only her eagerness remaining. Okay, beautiful, he thought, prepare to get stuffed! And he drove his hard-on into her cunt with a force that made her gasp, and began to fuck her with savage energy.
Anne Harper went wild. Completely abandoned now, she wound her long beautiful legs around his pumping ass, hugged him to her fiercely, digging her nails into his broad muscled back, biting his huge shoulders like a rutting animal. She shrieked and squealed, her eyes rolling wildly, her tongue licking her fevered lips, and she humped against his slapping loins, matching his rhythm, instinctively opening her vagina to get as much as she could of his hammering cock.
"Ohhhh ..." she moaned, nearly in tears now with the approach of her fulfillment, "Oh, my sweet darling Scott, I love your big cock! Dear God, how I love it in me! I want to eat your big hard cock!"
Scott couldn't help laughing, in spite of the serious work he was doing just then. "Well, baby, you can't eat me and get fucked at the same time, so which will it be?"
She laughed, too, at her own wild words, but as he continued to ream her with his steel-hard prick, she came under his spell again and cried hoarsely, "Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, I love it!"
A moment more and she was shrieking with her first cum, convulsing beneath him, her cunt contracting so tightly and fiercely that he had to stop his movement and wait for her spasms to pass. He gazed down at her as she writhed and sobbed with release, proud of his efforts. And when she was quiet and still at last, he began to move his cock around in her again, slower this time, moving patiently while she returned to arousal.
As she felt his unselfish, sensuous probing of her slick burning cunt, Anne sighed blissfully. Here at last was the lover she'd prayed for, the man who could satisfy her completely! She would belong to him, need nobody else ever!
After so many frustrated years without a man, she could not keep still for long. She was soon at a peak of excitement again, gasping, digging her nails into his back, flinging her legs out wide now so that his pounding prick could nose all the way to the door of her womb. Oh, yes, she loved to fuck, loved to be pinned and skewered and pounded like this! She felt another orgasm begin to tingle and throb in her happy cunt, and she started to yelp and shriek.
Scott's body dripped with sweat now, his breath coming in loud gasps, and as he felt her amazingly tight cunt grip his prick, squeeze it and convulse around it, sparks seemed to go off in his brain, a stunning shock of pleasure shook him, and he cried out, "Jesus, Oh, Jesus, I'M GOING TO CUM NOW! YES, YES!"
His sperm shot out of his cockhead in wild jets, flooding her gasping womb, overflowing her constricting cunt, squishing out onto the carpet as he continued to bang her, draining himself joyfully of his load. Anne squealed with pleasure beneath him, loving the hot bath of his cum. They bucked furiously against each other, spinning out their mutual orgasm, and when at last Scott fell exhausted onto her heaving breasts, Anne slipped quickly from beneath him, rolled him over on his back, and sucked his spent cock till it was cleansed of the last drop of cum. Then she nestled contentedly in his arms.
"Oh, baby!" Scott sighed at last. "I guess I'm not ready for Geritol yet!" He wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed, "That was some workout you gave me!"
"Nothing compared to what you gave me," Anne said and giggled. "I never felt so well fucked in my life!"
Scott squeezed her, suddenly overcome with tender feelings for this magnificent woman. She made him feel so good, made him feel like Super-stud, and he'd never had such a great lay in his life. "Anne," he said huskily, "you and I-well, I think we're very good together. I-"
"Ssssshh," she interrupted. "I know. I feel it, too, but let's not rush it. If it's good, it'll last."
She hoped it would. She wanted this wonderful man for her husband, but she did not believe in taking advantage of a man in the heat of passion. Let him wait and speak when he was calm again, and then she'd know he really meant it. She felt very happy. There was only one worry now-Eldon. Could they really defeat Eldon?
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next day was Saturday, the day of the annual Madison Junior High School picnic. It was always held in the beautiful setting of the county fair grounds, along the wooded shores of Maple Creek. This year everyone, students and faculty, was surprised when Mr. Caldwell and Miss Harper arrived together in his car, and even more surprised when they strolled over to the refreshment tent holding hands. Gossip spread quickly, but there was little to base it on. No one had had any idea that the two were even interested in each other, but it looked as if a hot romance was under way.
Most people were amused, but two were not. From a corner of the tent, Tom Austin and Candy Green watched with surprise and jealousy as their respective lovers held hands and looked lovingly at each other. Tom was the more resigned of the two. He was thinking, Damn, I wanted to keep her all for myself, but I guess I can't blame her for preferring an older guy! But Candy was furious: What does he want with that old bag?" She resolved to do something about the situation before the day was over.
Meanwhile, despite their happy appearance, Scott Caldwell and Anne Harper were having rather disturbed thoughts themselves. They had sat up late the night before, at Scott's house, confessing a great deal to each other and making certain resolutions about their future. Above all, they had decided to end their liaisons with Candy and Tom-the whole thing was foolish and dangerous. They promised to be faithful to each other. But now, confronted by the two young people, Scott and Anne were thinking that their resolution was much easier said than done.
Anne decided to move into action so she wouldn't have to think. "Miss Burden," she said to a gray-haired, thin math teacher, "you can't make four hundred sandwiches all by yourself. Let me help." Determinedly, Anne let go of Scott's hand and moved behind the refreshment table to help Miss Burden.
Scott realized the wisdom of her action, and he looked around for something to do. Soon he was outside on the big grassy field organizing a softball game. Most of the students, including Candy, went with him, but Tom Austin lingered behind in the refreshment tent watching Miss Harper as she made chicken and tuna sandwiches. The sight should have made him hungry-there weren't many times in his young adolescent life when he wasn't hungry, but today he could not think of food. He could only think he had lost Anne Harper, and the idea was tearing him up.
What's the matter with me? he thought. Am I in love or something? No, he rejected the idea. He could not be in love with a woman old enough to be his mother. What he felt was lust, a rampant horniness that he could not suppress. Damn it, she was his! She'd made it so clear in her moments of passion, in those times of complete surrender to the overpowering motions of his young cock, that she was his to use as he wanted. Yet now, she'd thrown him over for a guy three times his age! Tom felt angry and betrayed. He thought: I suppose they think Fm just a dumb little kid! Well, I'll show them different!
Meanwhile, Candy had the same idea. She waited until most of the kids were involved in the ball game, then she marched determinedly up to Mr. Caldwell. Looking him angrily in the eye, she snapped, "I want to talk to you!"
Oh, God, thought Scott. This was just what he'd feared, that Candy would be outraged at his betrayal and threaten him in some way. What could he do except go along with her? He couldn't risk exposure. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching them, he nodded to her and followed as she led the way into the trees that lined the creek. He couldn't help feeling a little turned on as he watched her saucy little ass bouncing in her tight jeans. Damn, he hated to give her up! But Anne was right, it was too great a risk to take, for a man in his position.
Candy tramped along the trail for a few minutes without saying anything, and then she stopped in a small clearing by the water. Furious, she turned to him, her voice shaking with indignation as she spoke: "What the hell do you mean by dumping me for Miss Harper? I won't stand for it! If you think you can just ball me till you get tired of me, and then leave me for somebody else, you're fulla shit! I'll tell everybody what you did!"
"Now, Candy, take it easy," Scott murmured, trying to keep his voice calm and persuasive. He moved closer to the girl, put his arm around her waist, but she held herself stiff against his side. "Look, let's sit down and talk this over," Scott continued. "I want you to understand why I've acted this way. There's a good explanation."
She still looked stubborn and angry, but Scott led her to a mossy log and got her to sit down beside him. "Now, just listen," he said, putting his arm around her shoulder and giving her a reassuring squeeze, "I think you'll understand when I've told you everything.
"I'm very fond of you, Candy, you know that. And I certainly don't want to 'dump' you-quite the opposite! I'm going to miss you like hell! But I thought things over, and I realized that what we were doing was crazy and dangerous. I'm much too old for you, and you're much too young to get seriously involved with anybody. Consider what would happen if you married a guy my age-in ten years I'd be an old man, unable to do anything for you, and you'd still be young and beautiful. You'd have missed out on all the fun in life. And from my point of view, it's bad, too-I could get fired, get chased out of my profession on account of you. So the whole thing is bad. I need an older woman. I've decided to marry Anne Harper. And because I'm engaged to her, naturally I have to stay faithful to her-you can understand that. I'll never forget you, Candy. There'll never be a substitute for you."
The girl began to sob. "I understand," she wailed, collapsing against his protecting shoulder, "but I just don't think I can take it! I love you!"
Scott kissed her forehead affectionately. "You think you love me, yes, but it's only a crush. You'll get over it in no time, as soon as you start dating boys your own age."
"Maybe," she sobbed, "but I can't give you up, just like that! It's too sudden! I have to have you, just one more time!" Desperately the girl was thinking, If I can just make it with him one more time, I'll do it so great, he won't be able to let me go! Her words had had no effect on him, and now she was ready to use the powers of her sweet young body. Quickly she escaped from his comforting arms and knelt before him on the mossy forest ground. With deft and eager hands, she opened his trousers to expose the already stiffening cock she worshiped, that ramrod engine which had taken her to heights of pleasure she'd never dreamed possible. It was hers, and she meant to keep it!
Meanwhile Scott was telling himself, No, no, don't let her do it! You'll just get hooked again, and you promised Anne you'd stay away from her! But as the slim girl knelt before him and reached for his fly, he was already imagining the delicious things she would do to his hard dick and he thought, One more time can't possibly hurt.
So it was that Scott Caldwell, principal of Madison Junior High and fiance of Anne Harper, leaned back with dreaming glazed eyes and let a fourteen-year-old child draw out his erect, blood-gorged cock. Her frail little smooth hands played over the surface of his huge full sized shaft, and he heard her breathing quickly, excitedly. Then came indescribable sweetness as her knowing little girl lips took in the enormous head of his throbbing prick, lapped it, drew it slowly into the furnace of her silky little mouth . . .
* * *
Back at the refreshment tent, Anne Harper had finished helping with the food and was preparing to go look for Scott Caldwell. She felt nervous and depressed because of the peculiar actions of Tom Austin. The little boy had stood in the tent the whole time she was working, standing not twenty feet away from her, looking at her steadily with mournful eyes. He said nothing all the while, and that was even more unnerving than his reproachful gaze. What did he have in mind? What was he thinking? Did he intend to rat on her, expose her? Anne had to find Scott and warn him of the danger.
She wiped her hands, removed her apron, and started for the door of the tent. Without looking behind her, she knew that Tom was following her. Damn, she thought, why can't he leave me alone? Why does he have to be so obvious about it? She hurried out of the tent, toward the field, but Tom was quickly at her side.
"Miss Harper," he said huskily, "please talk to me for a minute! I don't understand what's going on! I thought you and I. . . Well, I think you owe me some explanation." He saw the sudden terror in her eyes, and understood now what she was afraid of. He continued softly, "Oh, I'm not going to bother you, if that's what you're thinking. All I want is an explanation."
Anne stopped and sighed. The boy was right. She did owe him something. It was cruel, unfair, to just drop him without a word of explanation. And he was being so good, so manly, about it all.
"All right, Tom," she said. "I agree. We'll talk about it, but not for long-I'm supposed to be helping with the refreshments. Let's just stroll off into the woods for a minute, so we can have some privacy."
Miss Harper led the way and Tom followed gloomily. He supposed, now that she had consented to talk to him, that the idea was really silly. After all, what could she say, except that she preferred Mr. Caldwell to him? And who could blame her? Caldwell was built like a pro football player, a tough, hairy, controlled kind of guy, and he must seem a thousand times more attractive than a skinny fourteen-year-old kid with the big dick. And yet Tom knew that he, a mere boy, had excited this beautiful older woman, had driven her to an abandoned frenzy of passion. Perhaps he could awaken that passion again.
Anne stopped by the river side and turned to Tom with a sympathetic and affectionate smile. She felt great tenderness for this handsome, gentle boy, and she knew it would be very hard to give the child up. Yet it had to be done-she was moving on now to a sane, sensible adult life with Scott. She sat down on a flat boulder and motioned Tom to sit beside her. When he had done so, she began to speak, her tone warm but firm.
"Tom, I won't deny that I got carried away with you, or that I still find you powerfully attractive. There's no point in lying, because you'd know I was lying, but I got my senses back, and I realized, as you must realize, that there's no future for us, only trouble. The difference in our ages, the fact that I'm your teacher-it just wouldn't work out, and if anybody found out about it, we'd be in a terrible mess. So we have to break it off. I've decided to marry Mr. Caldwell-it's a much more sensible thing to do. That doesn't mean I don't care for you-far from it. I'm very, very sorry to have hurt you. I just hope you can understand all this."
"Sure, Miss Harper, I understand," replied Tom. He understood her words, all right, and he understood more than that. He knew from the trembling, sentimental tone of her voice that she would be generous with him, do him a last favor. And if he played his cards right, she might give him more than she'd bargained for. Of course, she was right. The affair was ridiculous, and they should break it off before they got into trouble. But he was conditioned now to grow hot at the sight of her, and as he'd sat there listening to her explanation, he'd felt his cock rise up and stiffen. He just had to get his rocks off, he couldn't stand it, and he was thinking, Okay, lady, you can drop me, but you have to pay first!
"Miss Harper," he said, trying to make his voice meek and tender, "I see your point. You're right, and I won't argue. But could I just kiss you good-bye?"
Anne smiled in amusement: she hadn't realized that this gangly silent boy could be sentimental. "Why, of course, Tom," she said.
Trembling now, he inched closer to her until their thighs were touching warmly, and he slipped his long arm around her shapely shoulders, feeling the soft smooth thin material of her blouse and the warmth of the flesh underneath it. Keep control of yourself, he thought, don't rush it, don't scare her off! Still playing the part of a blushing, bashful boy, he leaned slowly toward her and touched her lips with his. He kissed her very softly and timidly at first, and when she seemed to be enjoying it, he increased the pressure until her hot lips parted and he could ease his tongue into her mouth. She sighed and snuggled against him, and, growing bolder, he explored with his free hand and found his way inside her blouse to mold the enormous throbbing shape of her tits.
Anne's cunt-juices began to flow, and she thought, Oh, oh, look out! Don't get carried away! What about your promise to Scott? But she felt an intense longing for this boy, a longing she could not just turn off like a faucet. She wavered, thinking maybe she would let him caress her a moment longer, then break away. But as his hand suddenly burned her thigh, slipped up her dress, found its way inside the crotch of her panties, and came to rest knowingly on her moistened clit, she knew she was not going to break away at all . . .
* * *
"Yes, baby, yes! Oh, Christ, that's good!" Scott Caldwell heard his own harsh voice but could hardly believe it was himself. It seemed incredible that he, the school principal, was getting a blow-job at the school picnic, from the cutest little girl in the eighth grade! And yet pretty little Candy Green was there, all right, on her knees before him, sucking his huge hard cock noisily and juicily, making him quiver all over and clench his teeth to keep from cumming in her little girl mouth. She was sucking him all the way in, pumping him out, in and out rapidly, all the while shooting him lewd glances of pleasure and tickling his balls mischievously.
"Honey, let me put it in you!" Scott gasped. If she didn't take hers now, she wasn't going to get any, he was so close to cumming.
Candy spat out his cock and grinned up at him, continuing to tickle his balls with one hand and rub the sticky shaft of his prick with the other. "Oh, no, Mr. Caldwell," she said and laughed. "This is my treat! A little good-bye present you'll never forget!" And then she quickly sucked his cock into her little mouth again, and she compressed her cheeks and tongue around his cock so tightly and sweetly that he groaned aloud . . .
* * *
Anne was lying on her stomach in the grass, hardly aware of how she'd gotten there, and she gasped with disbelief as she felt warm, sure fingers fasten around the waistband of her panties. Tom's hands, yes, but how had it happened? One moment she had been swooning, dizzy, from his kiss, and in the next moment her body had surrendered, Tom had eased her to the ground, pulled up her skirt. . .
"Oh, no, Tom!" she moaned. "This is wrong! I promised Scott I wouldn't!"
So that's it? Tom grinned to himself. She was supposed to be faithful to Caldwell, was she? Well, he'd put horns on the principal for sure, because the way she was panting and writhing, the way her big beautiful white ass was twitching, he knew his dick was as good as in. Roughly he pulled down her panties, crawled on top of her, and stabbed blindly with his cock at the hair-darkened slit between the globes of her ass. If only he got it in the right place before she summoned the will to resist!
"Tom, noooooo!" shrieked Anne, as she felt his painfully hard prick jabbing at her ass. She bucked up against him, trying to throw him off, but that was her big mistake. The movement only aided his search, and she gasped loudly as she felt her cunt invaded, rammed, and stuffed. Oh, dammit, it felt so good, she needed it so much, how could it be wrong? Just this one last time! "Oh, yes, darling!" she murmured. "Yes, fuck me!"
Tom grinned in his victory. He'd give her a fucking she'd remember the rest of her life, the fickle bitch! He hammered her mercilessly, not bothering to be tender now, rammed so powerfully into her that every thrust brought the head of his cock into stabbing collision with her cervix. But he could not be too rough for Anne. The rougher the better, she thought wildly . . .
The two frenzied couples would have been very surprised, indeed, to know that they were only a few yards away from each other, that they had failed to hear each other only because of the intervening trees and bushes and because of their own wild preoccupation. But they would have been even more astonished, had they looked up above them and seen a human figure crouched high in a giant oak tree, a figure that craned to observe them . . .
As head of the city library, Eldon Harper was always invited to the school picnic, and he attended out of a sense of civic duty, though he didn't think much of the goings-on. The young girls in their skintight jeans, their braless little tits bouncing under their sweaters; couples disappearing into the bushes; the faculty getting increasingly relaxed and loud, thanks to the hip flask of bourbon annually supplied by Bud Franks, the football coach. No, thought Eldon, it is certainly not a time of innocent merriment; it is an excuse for licentious behavior! He generally kept himself aloof from all these activities.
Well, he couldn't be more aloof than he was now, thirty feet off the ground in the branches of that tree! Damnit all, what an embarrassing predicament to get into! Bored with the picnic, he'd gone off for a solitary walk in the woods and had almost stumbled onto a courting couple. They hadn't seen him, and his quick glance at them hadn't given him their identity. He only saw a shocking thing, a girl kneeling before a man sucking his penis. Not waiting to see who they were, he'd hurried off into the bushes, intending to go around them and get back on the trail again. But, of all the rotten luck, just as he was about to step back onto the trail, another couple happened along, right in his direction. He was trapped between the two couples, and he had no choice-there was nowhere to go but up. Cursing, he'd climbed the tree till he arrived, panting and scratched, at the highest branch that would hold him. And now he was stuck. He'd have to sit there, in that ridiculous posture, until the two couples finished their disgusting activities.
Eldon removed a silk handkerchief from his vest pocket, mopped his forehead, and neatly folded the handkerchief before returning it to its place. His glasses were a little fogged with the effort of climbing, and he had to wait for them to clear up before he could look around him. He made a silent resolve never to attend another school picnic. Last year he'd gotten into poison ivy and had itched like a mad man for a week; the year before that, someone's cocker spaniel had taken an instant dislike to him and had torn his pant legs to ribbons, but this year-this was too much! Perched in a tree like a goddamned owl!
His glasses were clear now, and he looked angrily down in search of the couples who had forced him into that ludicrous position. Yes, there was the first couple, the young girl still on her knees sucking furiously at the man's huge stiff organ. Eldon saw with shock that the man was middle-aged, apparently a teacher, although from directly above he could not make out his features. What was the world coming to? Eldon peered to the right and discovered the second couple. He could hardly see the woman at all, for she was on her stomach and almost covered by the frantically humping body of a young blond boy. Eldon wondered wildly if he was screwing her in the ass, then checked his own obscene thoughts. He must look away, pretend not to notice. It would not do to gape like a schoolboy at all that fornication!
Resolutely Eldon closed his eyes, but it only made him dizzy. He opened them again, tried looking straight ahead, but he reeled with vertigo, and his sweaty hands tightened on the branch, slithered, almost lost their grip. He must look down, or he'd fall.
He saw them again, the fornicating couples, the boy possibly ass-fucking the woman, the girl giving the man a blow-job. His eyes darted back and forth, he grew more and more titillated, and soon his hand strayed to his crotch, began to massage his own rising prick, producing little jolts of pleasure. He watched avidly now, imagining himself in place of the males below, and hastily he unzipped his fly and brought out his twitching little prick. His hand closed around it, slid deliciously down the length of the blue-veined shaft.. .
* * *
Lost now to everything but the mind-blasting contortions of Candy's fiery cock-sucking mouth, Scott tangled his fingers in the girl's silky dark hair and pulled her harder against his loins, forcing his pounding cock right down the tight folds of her throat. "Baby, baby!" he moaned. "Jesus, you suck cock so well, Oh, God, yes, I'm going to cum!"
He groaned, closed his eyes, hugging her to him and pumping against her fiercely working mouth, and he felt the first sting of orgasm sizzling from the head of his plunging cock, up through the shaft, to invade every nerve and pore of his body. "I'M CCCUUUUMMMMMMIIINNNGGG!" he bellowed, not caring who heard him now, and he almost cried with the beauty of it, the fierce fire that raged over him as he squirted out the first floods of his cum, feeding jet after jet into her hungry throat. She sucked him even more ravenously now, her tongue working, too, to drain and wrack and pump him. She swallowed eagerly, wringing more and more cum out of his cock, and he thought he would faint before he was finished. At last a final shudder passed over his muscular body, a final volley of sperm arched from his satisfied prick, and he collapsed onto the smiling girl . . .
At the same moment that Scott Caldwell bellowed out his climax, Anne Harper shrieked like a crazy woman as the first wave of cumming pounded up from her cunt, wracked her fevered body, and made her brain spin with pleasure. Tom Austin's still-vigorous iron-hard cock kept snaking up her vagina to pound the uterine mouth, and in his furious pounding his belly slapped loudly and obscenely against Anne's bouncing white ass.
Yes, he was giving it to her, all right! Showing her no mercy, fucking her senseless, the way a man should fuck! He'd like to see Scott Caldwell do better than this! He laughed harshly as the shrieking, writhing woman collapsed beneath him with a grateful sob of fulfillment.
Tom had been so intent on giving her a good screwing, he'd hardly thought about himself. So he was surprised when Anne slipped quickly from beneath him, rolled over on her back, and popped his still erect cock into her mouth.
"Hey!" exclaimed Tom. But he never said another word. Damnit, she knew what he liked best, and she had him bucking and moaning in no time at all! As she sucked him with powerful vacuum sensations, she grinned at him lewdly, and Tom fell to the grass beside her, let her possess his cock, surrendering to her expert strokes and tonguings and suckings. It wasn't long before he clawed at her shoulders and moaned deeply as she sucked and swallowed the cum right out of him, milking him dry . . .
* * *
Eldon Harper, from his perch in the tree, watched Scott and Candy straighten out their clothing and go away down the trail toward the picnic grounds. Now was his chance. He could climb down the tree quickly and leave in the direction away from the other couple. He had to get home, have a drink, and forget the shameless way he'd frigged himself at the sight of all that nasty sex, forget how his anguished cum had spurted out into the forest air, down among the leaves . . .
Eldon reached the ground, found the trail, and was just coming around a turn when he walked straight into the sight of Anne and Tom. They were up and dressed now, but Eldon could tell from the boy's blond hair and lanky body, could tell from his sister's flushed and frightened face, who the second couple had been.
"Why, hello, Eldon!" Anne croaked.
He only glared at her and pushed his way past them. Oh, God, thought Anne-he saw us!
"Hey, wasn't that your brother?" Tom asked bewilderedly. "What's eating him?"
"He's a prude!" said Anne viciously. "Prudes always look like that!"
Her words were defiant, but inside she felt terrified. Her mind reeled when she thought of the reception she would get at home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
At five o'clock that evening, after the last of the crowd had left the picnic and the clean-up was over, Anne Harper managed to exchange a few hurried words in private with Scott Caldwell. On the way back to town in his car, they discussed the situation-discussed Eldon, that is. They had admitted their mutual indiscretions with Tom and Candy, but both were too confused and ashamed for the moment to say very much about this lapse from their resolution. In any case, the immediate problem, the immediate danger, was Eldon Harper. Having once again caught his sister making love to Tom, there was no telling what Eldon would do. Scott was determined now to carry out his plan, his supposedly-perfect plan for shutting Eldon up.
"We can do it," he assured Anne, who looked doubtful. "It's true, I've got this damned school board meeting, and it might last till 8:00, but all you have to do is hold him off till then, leave the bedroom window unlocked for me as we planned, and I'll catch him in the act. We'll have him right where we want him!"
But Anne still looked uncertain when Scott dropped her off at her house. It was 5:30 by then, which meant she must hold off her brother for two and a half hours till Scott could come to her aid. She doubted very much that she could do it, considering the way Eldon had looked at her that afternoon, but she must try.
When she and Tom had gotten back to the picnic, there'd been no sign of Eldon, and to Anne's inquiries, several people replied that he'd emerged from the woods, headed straight for his car, and driven off in a hurry. Anne shuddered to imagine what he'd been thinking and planning all that long afternoon alone in the house. If he'd even gone to the house! Possibly he'd gone right to the president of the school board and reported the whole thing! Please, God, Anne thought, don't let it be that!
Her hand trembled as she turned the knob to open the front door, and her knees almost buckled under her as she stepped inside and saw her brother standing in the center of the living room looking right at her, as if he'd been waiting for her. He had his hands on his hips, and his eyes were murderous his thin lips set in a deep scowl.
"Well," he barked, "what do you have to say for yourself? You realize, of course, that I observed your entire filthy performance this morning?"
Anne blushed deeply and hung her head. "I have no excuses, Eldon. I simply lost control of myself.
You're perfectly justified in being angry with me, but I swear it won't happen again."
Eldon laughed harshly. "Do you expect me to believe that? To take the word of a born slut? I know perfectly well that you 'lost control of yourself'-that's because you don't have any self-control and never will! You can't resist anything in pants! You'd open your legs for any man who asked you! So don't make promises you can't keep, you disgusting whore!"
"Eldon, please!" Anne struggled not to cry. Her only hope lay in keeping him calm, getting him to listen to her. "Things will be different, I can guarantee it. I have something important to tell you, something that changes everything. Let me make us some dinner, and we can talk about it while we eat."
She seemed so sincere, so certain of what she was saying, that Eldon decided to go along with her, at least till after dinner. He would hear her out. He allowed her to change her clothes and go to the kitchen to cook, and at 6:30, when they sat down to eat, he listened to her news, not interrupting, wanting to know how she was going to wriggle out of her predicament.
Anne was a lot calmer now that Eldon had failed to make any immediate attack on her, and she felt sure that she could talk him out of any assault at all. Surely he would have to respect her after she told him her plans for the future.
"Eldon," she began, smiling affectionately at him, "I have some very good news, something that will solve our problems for good, I think. I'm going to marry Scott Caldwell."
Eldon gawked and dropped his fork. He stared at her a full minute, trying to take in her words, and then he asked dazedly, "But this is so sudden, Anne-when did it happen?"
"Just last night. It had to be sudden, because of course we never had a chance to date each other before-he was married to Betty. But as soon as he was free, we knew we were right for each other. Oh, Eldon, I know I'm not as good as you, as self-controlled! I'm only a woman, and I need a husband. I think you can appreciate that, but now that my need is satisfied, perhaps I can be more the kind of woman you expect me to be."
"Anne." Eldon, too, hung his head. "Forgive me. I was expecting too much of you, I suppose. Of course you have a right to a normal, married life. And I must say, you couldn't have made a better choice: Scott Caldwell is a fine, decent, respectable man. I'm very happy for you."
He looked up then and smiled at her, and Anne saw that he was sincere. She was overcome with relief, and she jumped up and ran to his side and kissed his forehead. "Thank you," she cried, "thank you, my dear brother!"
The rest of the dinner was calm and happy, as Anne and Eldon discussed her plans for the future.
Afterward Eldon went off to his favorite chair and opened the evening newspaper, and Anne took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and began to wash them. It was 7:00 when the telephone rang, and Anne got it on the kitchen extension.
"Hello?" she said cheerfully.
"Miss Harper? This is Tom Austin. I just had to call and tell you how sorry I am about what happened today. It was all my fault, and I know you were very upset. I hope your brother wasn't too angry?"
"No, Tom," said Anne, "everything's just fine now! I managed to make him forget the whole thing. So stop worrying."
"That's a relief! But-" Tom's voice became sad. "-I just have to say one more thing, Miss Harper. It's tearing me up, letting you go like this! I mean, right now I'm so horny I can hardly stand it! I don't know what I'll do! Couldn't I see you just one more time? "
In her happiness and relief, Anne didn't think to be careful with her language; she only wanted Tom to find a way to be as happy as she was. "Tom," she answered warmly, "I know how it is to be horny, believe me! That's why I seduced you in the first place, because I couldn't stand it any more! But we have to find more suitable partners, people our own age. I've found Scott, and I want you to find a beautiful girl your age. You won't have any trouble, that's for sure, because you're one sexy guy. I mean it. And if you come on to her the way you've been coming on to me, you won't be horny for long. Know what I mean?"
It was almost as if Miss Harper had winked at him. Tom laughed appreciatively. "Yeah, I know what you mean! I'll give it a try-right away! Good luck."
"Good luck to you, too, Tom," said Anne Harper softly. She cradled the phone . . .
* * *
In the next room, still holding the receiver of the living room extension, brother Eldon stood open-mouthed, his face undergoing a rapid change of colors, from shocked white to enraged purple. By God, the nerve of that filthy whore! Talking like that to a mere boy, suggesting that he go out and get himself laid, admitting that she'd seduced him! And intimating that she'd fooled him, her brother! Well, dammit, she had fooled him, had made him think for a moment that she was a good and moral woman after all, but he wasn't fooled any longer. The over-heard phone conversation with Tom Austin had shown him the truth. She talked like a slut because she was a slut! And now she would pay!
Angrily he slammed down the receiver, crunched his newspaper into a ball and flung it to the floor. He stamped into the kitchen where his sister was washing the dishes.
"Anne!" he bellowed.
Instantly, without even turning around to see his face, she knew what had happened. How could she have been so stupid? She should have waited when she heard the phone, let Eldon hang up first, anything but let him hear that conversation! Because there was only one way he could interpret it. . . Slowly she took her hands from the dishwasher, dried them on her apron, turned to him. Let it come, then, let him do what he had to do. There was no escape this time, no way to talk him out of it.
As she stared numbly at him, the enraged Eldon unbuckled his belt and drew it off. "You thought to fool me, you dirty cunt?" he hissed. "You should have known better than that! I had planned to punish you when you arrived home this afternoon, but the punishment I'm going to give you now'll be much worse!"
He raised the belt, whipped it at her, and caught her across the cheek with a stinging bite that made her scream. Oh, God, she couldn't let him do that, scar her face! She'd been prepared for punishment, but not that! She would resist! She ducked his next blow, charged him, and, taking him by surprise, knocked him to the floor. While he was still gasping for breath, she jumped over him and ran out the kitchen door.
Anne thundered up the stairs, reached her bedroom, slammed the door shut and locked it. Thank God she was safe now from that mad man!
All she had to do was wait till 8:00, when Scott would arrive with his ladder and enter her bedroom window. Together they could take care of Eldon. Remembering this plan, she went to the window and unlocked it.
Meanwhile Eldon Harper got painfully to his feet, cursing and rubbing his bruised ribs. He'd heard her on the stairs, knew she'd locked herself in her room, but if she thought she was safe now, she was wrong! Eldon took his time on the stairs, getting his strength back, letting his anger fester and erupt till he had the power and single-minded will of a lunatic. Then he was standing outside her door, and he called in a low husky growl: "Anne, you will open this door at once, or I'll break it down!"
"No!" she screamed in terror. She couldn't really believe it-that her puny intellectual brother could break down a door-yet he terrified her anyway. "Go away, Eldon! This is crazy!"
" 'Crazy', am I?" he shrieked. "You'll pay for THAT, too!" He walked off till he was halfway down the hall, then set his shoulder and charged the door. The collision was thunderous. He didn't even feel the pain, he felt only exultation as he heard wood crack and splinter. He hadn't quite done it that time, it would take one more blow, but he would bring that door down if it killed him!
Inside the room, Anne held her hands to her cheeks and sobbed in horror and disbelief. It couldn't be happening, but it was! Already the hinges of the door were pulled loose, and if he hit it again . . .
There was a deafening crash as Eldon charged the door a second time, and it shot open to reveal him crouching there, his breath coming in animal snorts and growls, his hands clenched menacingly, his hair falling in wild strands around his angry red face. Slowly he walked toward her.
"No," sobbed Anne, "no, please!" She felt paralyzed, helpless to resist him now, yet she could not stand another attack with the belt. Still Eldon advanced, till she could almost feel his hot breath on her face. "Oh, God, Eldon, don't! Please, in the name of mercy, don't hit me again!"
He stopped and looked at her curiously, then chuckled. The sinister sound of his laugh made her blood freeze. "Hit you? Hit my own dear sister? Why? Anne, that wasn't what I intended at all!"
He straightened, seemed to grow menacingly tall, and looked down at her with slitted evil eyes. "I'm not a brute," he said icily. "My punishment for you is much more subtle than physical blows." His eyes began to gleam now, as he thought of what he intended to do with her. "Undress," he commanded. "You will undress in front of me and then perform every action I desire."
Anne sobbed desperately as she bent and began to remove her shoes . . .
Almost at the very moment that Eldon Harper began the fiendish punishment of his sister, a much different scene was taking place on the other side of town, a scene that would have delighted Anne, had she known of it. For Tom Austin had acted on her advice.
When Tom telephoned for a date earlier in the evening, Candy Green had been reluctant at first. She'd never dated Tom before, didn't even know him very well, and didn't like being asked at the last minute, but she had to do something to take her mind off Mr. Caldwell. She knew that her efforts at the picnic, much as he'd enjoyed them, had failed to win him back, and she was seething with jealousy and anger. But why sit at home and brood? She decided to accept Tom's offer of an early movie.
Candy hardly watched The House of Vampires. As they sat in Tom's car (or, rather, his father's car, which he'd taken without permission) at the drive-in movies, Candy stared blankly at the screen while in her mind she reviewed her affair with Caldwell. Where had she gone wrong? She felt humiliated and rejected. These feelings would not pass, and before long, in spite of her best intentions, Candy began to cry.
From the corner of his eye, Tom saw the tears running down her pretty little face, and he turned to her in surprise. "Hey, Candy, what's wrong?"
"Oh, you wouldn't understand!" she sobbed.
"I wouldn't be too sure of that," smiled Tom, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder. "I may look like a kid, but I've been through a lot."
"Not as much as I have!" Candy wailed.
"Hey." He cupped her chin in his hand and made her look at him. "You wanta bet? You tell me your problem, and I'll tell you mine. Then we'll see who has the best reason to cry. I bet I'll top you."
Challenged, Candy wiped her eyes and frowned at him. "There's not a chance that you'll top me! You probably won't even believe it, but I've been having an affair with Mr. Caldwell! And now he's dumped me for Miss Harper!" She started to sob again but stopped when she saw Tom's face. He seemed shocked, astounded.
"Oh, wow!" he exclaimed. "This is heavy! Because I was having an affair with Miss Harper! And she dumped me for Caldwell!" He laughed, almost hysterically. "So what do you think of that?"
For some reason, perhaps because both young people were overwrought, it struck them funny, and they began to scream with laughter. Candy fell limply against Tom's chest, and they hugged each other and howled till the tears came. At last Tom dug out a hanky and they both wiped their eyes. It was only then that he realized how really beautiful Candy was, with her enormous brown eyes and her sweet little body . . . and, he thought, maybe Miss Harper was right. I could really dig a girl my own age, if she looked like Candy!
And at the same time, Candy was gazing at Tom's handsome young face and thinking how she liked his smooth tan youthfulness, preferred it to the rough and whiskery middle-age of Scott Caldwell. Wow, she thought, how did I ever overlook Tom?
"Hey," said Tom softly, huskily, his face very close to hers, "at least we got one good thing out of this deal-we met each other."
"I know," breathed Candy, "I was thinking the same thing."
And she smiled bashfully as Tom leaned closer to kiss her, a tender and timid kiss more suited to their youth than to the adult passion they had experienced with Scott and Anne . . .
* * *
In stark contrast to the gentle teenage romance taking place in Tom Austin's car was the scene in Anne Harper's bedroom that same night. The two young people would not have dreamed that such depravity was possible, but Anne had no doubts, because she was the victim of that depravity. She was lost to terror now. It was still almost an hour before she could expect Scott's arrival, and already her maddened brother was commanding her to strip naked before him!
She must obey or risk another beating with Eldon's belt, so she had slowly removed her clothing, till now she stood trembling in her matching blue silk bra and panties, having discarded everything else. Eldon stood a few feet away, watching her intently, his eyes bright with lust.
"Go on," he said softly.
"Oh, Eldon, please!" she begged.
"I COMMAND'IT!" he shouted.
Seeing the look in his eyes, a look of madness that threatened to burst into unrestrained violence, she obeyed. Off went the bra, and her huge swaying tits burst forth, the nipples bright pink and pointed. Slowly, in tears, she slipped off her panties, and again her brother's eyes were welded to the dainty golden triangle of her snatch. Eldon shivered at the sight. The Gates of Hell, the doorway to evil! Strangely, he wanted to touch it, to bury his face in that sweet smelly fur and kiss it, but he restrained himself. No reason to give the bitch any pleasure!
"Remove my clothing," he ordered with military abruptness, and the sobbing Anne obeyed again. She was not surprised to find his small prick taut and ready to burst with horniness. The fool thought he was administering punishment, but in fact he was only creating an opportunity to get his rocks off. When, she wondered wearily, would her brother grow up and learn to accept sex normally, in a loving, happy way? In spite of all her grudges against him, in that moment she quickly prayed that someday this good thing would happen to him.
When she had removed all his clothes, Eldon dragged her to the bedside. He reclined on the bed, on his back, his stiff little cock wagging menacingly, and he ordered Anne to kneel on the rug beside him. His commands came rapidly, hoarsely, then, and Anne could scarcely believe the filth that poured from his lips, the incredible things he was telling her to do-but she was beyond any chance of escape now, and she numbly set about doing his bidding. According to his instructions, she first inserted her little finger into his anus, as far as she could, and began to wriggle it teasingly. Eldon whinnied with pleasure. Then Anne began to stroke and gently squeeze his swollen balls with her free hand, and as her brother sighed and rolled his eyes abandonedly, she began to nibble the tip of his cock. The gentle working of her white teeth could not hurt him, but it was enough to give him little stabs of sensation that set him groaning and slowly moving his hips in the motion of fucking. Eldon was in ecstasy now. She had obeyed every command to perfection, teasing and stimulating all his sensitive sexual parts, but the plan must progress to its fulfillment!
"Now," he moaned, "lick my cock! You are the slave, I am the master!"
Obediently she stuck out her hot slick tongue and used it stiffly to circle the glans, working deliciously under the foreskin, then out again and down the length of his shaft in buzzing, burning strokes. Eldon snorted lustily, closed his eyes to concentrate on the marvelous feeling of having his cock licked by a beautiful slave, his sister!
"Suck my balls!" he commanded breathlessly. "Suck me, slave!"
He almost fainted as he felt his swollen testicles drawn slowly, gently, into her soft wet warm mouth. At the same time her finger kept up its teasing wriggle in his asshole, and her wise hands played swiftly, dizzyingly, with his prick. As he writhed in the mind-blasting pleasure of it all, Eldon was tempted to cum then, to blast her in the face with contemptuous spurting seed-but, no! He had something better in mind! The whore must be totally humiliated!
"Stop!" he barked. "Stand up!"
She rose bewilderedly. "But, Eldon! Didn't I do what you wanted? Didn't I do it right?"
He laughed evilly. "You did it to perfection, dear sister, like the harlot you are! But there are other duties you must perform!" He rose, and Anne could not help staring wide-eyed at his engorged prick, fiery-red now from the exercise she had given it. "Go to that chair!" Eldon barked. "I want you to squat on the seat, holding onto the back."
What new humiliation was this? His orders were so precise, so sure, that she knew she had worked them out long ago in some private sexual fantasy.
Well, she thought bitterly, at least I'm helping him to realize his boyhood dreams! She turned without protest, walked to the unadorned wooden chair, climbed onto the seat and squatted there, clutching the back of the chair to maintain her balance. It was a difficult and uncomfortable position, and she hoped that whatever Eldon had in mind, he would finish it in a hurry.
But Eldon had to pause for a moment and admire his dream come to life. It was just as he'd wanted it, a faceless, submissive woman, her back turned meekly to him, nothing but streaming hair and ample white buttocks-his to use as he pleased. He strode to her, seized the soft round cheeks of her ass, plunged his ravenous cock forward with brutal indifference . . .
"AHHHHHH, GOD, NO!" Anne screamed as his iron prick tore into the tight delicate tunnel of her anus. . .
* * *
Poor Anne would have given anything to change places with Candy Green just then, had she known what was happening across town. For after the movie, Tom and Candy had wanted to continue exchanging notes about their affairs, and had driven to a quiet spot beside the river. Somehow there had been a lot more kissing and timid but eager exploring of bodies, than talking. The two teenagers were powerfully turned on by each other, and it seemed as if an irresistible force drew them together in languorous, breathless kisses, until, hardly knowing how it had happened, they found themselves stretched out in the back seat of the car, holding each other tightly and kissing with all the slick hot work their tongues could manage. Tom was on top of Candy, feeling her hard little tits nudging his chest, and helplessly his prick rose, swelled, hardened, and protested the tight prison of his jeans. Candy felt his sudden hardness, felt the tight bulge of his crotch against her excited pussy, and she squeaked with arousal as her cunt-juices spurted out to make her ready for him. Only for a moment did she hesitate. What was there to fear or be ashamed of? She was no longer a virgin, she knew the delights of fucking, and she wanted to experience them with this gentle but strong boy.
Obviously Tom had the same thoughts. "Baby," he murmured, rhythmically sliding his hardened prick across her swelling mound. "Oh, baby, I love your sweet little body! Oh, yes! Let me put it in you!"
In reply the swooning girl only moaned and placed her hands on the rock-hard swelling of his prick. It was as good as saying Yes. Tom lost no time now. He pushed up her miniskirt, raised her unresisting hips, drew off her tiny bikini panties. In another movement he had his cock out, ready for action, and Candy stared down at it and licked her lips in anticipation. Hesitantly she reached down and stroked it, tweaking the tip, and she felt a drop of lubricating moisture ooze from it. But Tom, much as he loved her attentions, was too eager now to wait. He gently removed her hand, spread her legs, and placed a hand under each of her tight little asscheeks. As he maneuvered his cock around to find the right hole, Candy shivered delightedly and sighed, "Oh, yes, Tom, I want your cock in me! It's going to be so good!"
And then it was in, his long hard cock snaking slowly but commandingly up her tight, pulsating cunt. Tom and Candy groaned together, shot each other one delighted glance, then closed their eyes to enjoy their first fuck together, their young sleek bodies moving instinctively in perfect rhythm. No passerby, no observer, was there to see how, at the height of their passion, the car began to rock gently, or to hear their young voices mingle in wild cries of newly discovered pleasure. Candy thought she would die of happiness when Tom's jabbing prick began to convulse and throb and flood her with his hot creamy cum. And Tom could not believe the tightness, the delicious snug fit of her young cunt, as the girl squealed and sobbed beneath him in her wracking orgasm.
For a long time afterward, they could not even move or talk, they were so drained; they only lay there hugging each other, grooving to the continuing pulses of Tom's shrinking cock which still joined them. When he could speak at last, Tom chuckled happily and exclaimed, "Jesus, that was great! Who needs grownups?" And Candy answered with a throaty laugh...
* * *
The young people's scene was concluded then, but Anne Harper's torment was just beginning. Her agonized shrieks pierced the air as her brother drove his cock savagely into her torn asshole. He was grunting and snarling like a beast, his hands pouring sweat as he gripped her buttocks painfully. She was impaled, stabbed, humiliated as she had never been before. She did not know how long she could take it.
"Ohhh, God, Eldon!" she wailed. "Please show some pity! You're hurting me more than I can bear!"
"Silence, slave!" he shrieked, furious at having his fantasy interrupted.
He drew back for another sadistic thrust into her violated anus, but he was stopped cold by a voice from the window.
"Sorry to interrupt your sick little game, Harper, but if you don't let her go right now, I'll kill you!"
Eldon whirled toward the sound, his shit-streaked prick whipping out of his sister's ripped-out asshole. In his frenzy he had not heard the window being opened, and he gawked at the sight of an enraged Scott Caldwell stepping into the bedroom.
"How did you-?" Eldon squeaked.
"Never mind how I got here." Scott's eyes blazed with fury. "The point is, I saw what you were doing. I saw you raping your sister in the most brutal manner. And I intend to expose you, beginning with the police."
Eldon's prick shriveled right before their eyes, and they saw him change, as though magically, from the sadistic swaggering bully of the night to his meek, prissy little daytime self. "Please," he whimpered, "please don't do that, Caldwell! It would ruin me! I'd die of shame!"
"You're breaking my heart," Scott growled. "Why should I feel any pity for you, after the way you've treated the woman I love?"
"God forgive me!" Eldon cried, falling to his knees before the furious Caldwell. "Don't report me! I'll do anything!"
"Anything?" Scott grinned at Anne who was standing now, rescued and no longer afraid. She smiled and nodded. "All right," Scott continued, "I won't tell anybody what I saw, but only on one condition."
"Anything," Eldon repeated meekly.
"Okay. Here it is."
As Eldon stared up at him in fright and utter submission, Scott said sternly, "You will swear never to tell on your sister. Not a word to anybody. You know what I'm referring to. One word from you, and I tell the whole town what I saw tonight."
"I promise," Eldon replied abjectly. He hung his head, unable to look at them, "I feel so ashamed," he muttered brokenly. "I've been behaving like a fiend." He began to sob.
Anne could not stand it. Maybe he was right, maybe his actions had been inexcusable, but he was still her little brother and she still loved him in spite of everything. She hurried to him, knelt beside him, and put her arms around his quivering shoulders. "Eldon," she said tenderly, "you mustn't punish yourself like this! It's all over now. You couldn't help it if you had a sick, strict upbringing, parents who made you think sex is evil. They distorted your whole view of things, so the only way you could make love to a woman was by hurting her, humiliating her. But you know now that that's perverted. Sex requires love, not cruelty. You see that now, don't you?"
Eldon raised his pale face and looked at her wonderingly. "Yes," he answered softly, "I do understand that now. But how can you be so kind, so forgiving, after the horrible way I've treated you?"
"Someday you'll understand that, too," his sister said and smiled. "But right now I want to show you something. I want to show you how a real man makes love." She looked meaningfully at Scott Caldwell.
Scott could hardly believe his ears, yet he got the message. Anne wanted him to fuck her in front of Eldon! He was a little shocked, but he knew what she was trying to accomplish-to show her brother that good sex does not require sadism. And Scott was willing to cooperate. He was ashamed to admit it, even to himself, but, frankly, he'd gotten powerfully turned on by the scene between brother and sister, the rutting, snorting Eldon, the naked beauty of Anne. Already his cock was stiff and needy. He glanced once more at Anne to be sure she really meant it, and when she grinned at him, he whipped off his clothes and stood naked and ready.
Eldon Harper gawked. He was overcome, speechless, at the sight of this powerfully muscled, vigorous man whose enormous pulsing cock swayed gently in its erectness as if to beckon Anne to its service. And Eldon felt ashamed. There was no force involved here, no humiliation. Without being commanded or threatened, the eager Anne ran to Scott Caldwell with open arms. The big man held out his arms, too, and when she came up to him, he seized her by the waist, lifted her high into the air, then plunged her down with incredible precision, so that her gaping ready cunt was pierced to the depths by his huge stallion prick.
Anne Harper moaned in ecstasy as she felt her starved cunt stuffed nearly to bursting; and wrapping her long lovely legs around Scott's waist and her arms around his neck, she bounced and wriggled gleefully on his enormous shaft. But her movements were minor compared to the thundering, slapping lunges of his powerful prick as he tore into her, bouncing her wildly in a bucking sensuous ride. "AAA A AHHHHHHH!'' she shrieked. "OOHHHH, DARLING, YES, YES, FUCK ME TILL I FAINT!"
Scott snorted and growled in his masterful work, plunging deeper and harder with every stroke of his massive cock, and Anne wailed with delight as she felt her cunt-juices streaming out to ease his way, to let it hammer into her most secret sensitive parts. The admiring Eldon watched intently, began at last to see what it was all about, this mutual pleasure, this unequalled ecstatic cooperation, that was so much superior to his puny fantasies. He writhed in sympathetic movement as he watched the couple approach their simultaneous orgasm, saw the big man's tight trim ass begin to twitch and jerk as he pumped his cum into Anne's adoring, surrendered cunt.
"EEEEEEE!" shrieked Anne as her gorgeous body convulsed with cumming. "AHHHH, GOD! IT'S BEAUTIFUL!"
Her frenzied cunt contracted powerfully around .his still-pounding cock, and Scott groaned loudly as he felt his big hairy nuts being milked of the last floods of sperm, filling her, overflowing her narrowed vagina until streams of creamy liquid splattered out of her cunt to the floor. With his last burst of strength, Scott carried her to the bed, his cum-spurting prick still twitching inside her, and they fell down exhausted together.
Slowly Eldon walked to the bedside, seeking words to express his wonder and admiration, his new knowledge. He could not find adequate phrases, but he blurted out anyway, "That was a much better game than the one I was playing."
Anne chuckled and smiled up at him from beneath Scott's powerful sweat-glossed body. "Yes, it was, little brother," she answered with a lazy, satisfied smile. "And if you're very, very good, someday we may let you play, too!"
CHAPTER NINE
Twenty-four hours later, on Sunday evening, the Harper house was a calm and happy place, in contrast to the wild scene of the night before. Scott Caldwell had come for dinner, and afterward he, Anne, and Eldon sat in the living room, well-fed and relaxed, while they talked of the forthcoming marriage. Anne and Scott announced their intention to be married on Christmas Day, and Eldon congratulated them heartily and sincerely. He had a surprise for them, too, an iced bottle of champagne, and by 8:00 they were all a little drunk but very happy.
Eldon sat in his favorite chair opposite the sofa where Anne and Scott snuggled close together, unable to stay out of touching range even for a moment. They held hands and frequently paused in their talk to kiss each other. Eldon was glad for them, of course, but inside he felt sadness and envy, too. He wished he had someone to dote on him, admire him, make love to him, the way Anne did Scott. And who would take care of him, keep his house and cook for him, after his sister left? No doubt about it. It was time he got married himself. Of course he'd never considered the idea before, so he hadn't looked around for a suitable woman, so he was surprised when an image came to him instantly-there was Miss Sherrill, the shy little blonde who assisted him at the library, Miss Sherrill, who'd always been so patient and sweet even when her boss was icy and bad-tempered. Eldon had long suspected that Miss Sherrill had a crush on him. If so, he had a pleasant surprise for her. And she might have some surprises for him, too. He felt a happy twitch of anticipation in his balls as he imagined a passionate, yielding Miss Sherrill in his arms, envisioned slipping her dainty clothing off with gentle expertise, spreading her lovely legs as she smiled in readiness for the first stab of his masterful cock . . .
"Eldon!" Anne said and giggled. "You're daydreaming!"
"Uh?" Eldon blinked, then blushed. "Oh, sorry! I guess I did wander off just then."
"It must have been to somewhere pleasant," said Scott. "We've been talking to you, and you didn't hear a word, just sat there grinning to yourself."
Eldon blushed again, deeper this time. "Ahem!" he coughed. "Yes, uh-I, uh-Oh, well, nothing."
Anne and Scott burst out laughing at him, and Eldon had to laugh, too. He felt very good tonight, and he knew he would feel good from now on, now that he had been relieved of all his terrible perverse feelings about sex. Indeed, he felt like a new man. Chuckling to himself, he decided it was time for his second gift to the happy couple.
"Excuse me a second," he said and grinned, getting up from his chair. "I have another surprise for you."
He was gone from the room for a minute, and then he returned carrying a large beautifully wrapped box. "I hope you won't think me too forward," he began, "but I wanted Anne to have this in time for-well, her wedding night. I saw it in San Francisco a long time ago, and it seemed so perfectly suited for Anne, I had to buy it. But," he chuckled, "you'll soon see why I never had the nerve to give it to her. However, I think she can make good use of it now!"
"Eldon, for heaven's sake!" Anne laughed. "I'm going to die of suspense! What is it?"
Eldon only smiled mysteriously and handed her the box. Quickly she tore away the ribbons and wrapping paper, raised the lid of the box, and drew out a soft filmy garment of bright blue. She blushed all over.
"Why, Eldon!" she gasped, then began to giggle. "I didn't know you had it in you!"
"You'd be surprised," retorted her brother.
"Well," asked Scott, "aren't you going to model it for us, Anne? Just a little private showing for the family?"
Anne gawked at him. "Why, Scott Caldwell!"
"Oh, come on, Anne!" urged her brother. "I'd like to see if I was right about it being just the thing for you."
Still giggly from the champagne, Anne replied, "Oh, all right, if you two insist!" She took the costume and left the room.
When she returned a few minutes later, both men straightened suddenly in their seats and stared goggle-eyed and open-mouthed like schoolboys. Eldon had been right. Anne's magnificent height, her statuesque body, were perfect for the nightgown he had selected. It was so sheer, so airy, as to be indecent, lending a soft blue glow to her stunning body but concealing not a single feature from the huge dark-nippled melons of her breasts to the sweet furry snatch between her long beautiful legs. The dress was floor-length but hardly demure, being cut naughtily low in front and back. Anne twirled around before them to show off all angles of the dress, but the two men could not help looking through the filmy material to observe the heavy sensuous swaying of her enormous tits, the stunning curve of her body from waist to jutting hips.
Anne sailed over to her brother in a dazzling cloud of blue cloth, bent and kissed him. "Thank you, Eldon, dear," she murmured. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever owned!"
Eldon swallowed hard. The way she was bent over him, his face was practically pushed against her tits, and he inhaled their intoxicating perfume, stared straight ahead to the dark middle line where the huge soft globes squeezed swollenly together. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
He heard his sister laugh gaily. "Why, Scott, I believe my little brother has a hard-on! Isn't that naughty of him?"
"Disgraceful," Scott agreed, laughing.
Hardly conscious of what he was doing, Eldon slowly raised his trembling hands and cupped his sister's big soft breasts. She shivered pleasantly at the gentle explorations of his hands, and when he softly rubbed her hot nipples, making them tingle and spring erect, she sighed out loud.
"Naughty Eldon!" she purred. "You're making your big sister horny!"
"Hmmm," added Scott's pleasant baritone, "maybe we ought to do something about that!"
"Yes!" cried Anne, springing back out of Eldon's reach. "I just thought of a nice little game we can play. Come on, you two!"
Before their startled eyes, Anne Harper, spinster schoolteacher, winked lewdly at them and beckoned them to follow as she ran up the stairs. Scott and Eldon stared at each other for a second, then jumped up and nearly collided as they raced after her. They found her standing in her bedroom, flushed and panting, her eyes mischievous.
'What's this little game about?" grinned Scott. "You'll see," she laughed. "Now, I want both of you to undress. I'll help."
Scott and Eldon again glanced at each other, then laughed and shrugged and began pulling off their clothes. Anne flitted from one man to the other, removing a tie, a shoe, a shirt, a belt, and soon the two eager men were naked before her, both with wildly erect pricks. Scott's body was powerful, bull-like, matted with thick hair, his cock enormous in length and girth. Eldon's body was almost as attractive but in a different way-slim, solid, sleek, his small organ stiff, white, silky, inviting her touch.
Anne drew back with a mysterious smile, drew the nightgown off her shoulders and let it fall slowly to the floor with a soft rustle of cloth. She had not told the men that she was about to act out her deepest, most compelling sexual fantasy, a vision that made her hot all over, a thing she had yearned to do ever since her first girlhood stirrings of sexuality. Shivering slightly with anticipation, she stepped from the discarded gown and knelt before her brother and her fiance. The two rampant waiting cocks loomed before her ravenous eyes like two tall white stern gods to be worshipped. Yes, this was her fantasy. Often enough she had done this thing for one man, but the dream was to have more than one to serve . . . She only wished she had a whole circle of men with their pricks stiff and ready for her skill!
Out flicked her hot red tongue, and she played expertly back and forth between the two trembling organs, swiftly like a humming bird from flower to flower, probing the tips of the men's cocks, nipping the foreskins, lathering the whole shaft with her saliva, in an ecstasy of worship. Eldon and Scott gasped at first, with disbelief, but readily surrendered to her attentions, sighing, closing their eyes. Soon this delicate play was not enough for her, and she progressed to sucking in each cock whole, far into her juicy expert mouth, and the two men began to shudder and groan. Still not enough for Anne-urging the men closer together, she held their cocks side by side, then opening her mouth as she could, she sucked in both cockheads at once, swishing her tongue frenziedly around them, compressing her mouth to give an exquisitely tight fit. She felt the men begin to move their hips irresistibly, working their pricks together in her moist, willing throat. . .
* * *
Outside the Harper house, Tom Austin and Candy Green stood hesitantly, still debating about their idea.
"I think it'd be the right thing to do," argued Candy. "I mean, we know they're both worried about whether we'll keep quiet. So wouldn't it be thoughtful if we told them? That we have each other now and aren't angry with them any more?"
"Sure," Tom replied, "I agree, but maybe we should just send them a note or something, and not barge in like this. After all, it's supposed to be their engagement dinner, and we weren't invited."
"Oh, don't worry about that!" Candy said impulsively. "They'll be glad to get the news!"
Waiting for no more argument, she seized his hand and forced him to follow her up the walk to the Harpers' front door. When Candy's timid knocking got no response, she tried the door and found it open.
"They're probably still eating," she suggested. "Let's just look in."
The boy and girl entered the house quietly, listening for voices. They heard faint sounds but could make out no words. "Upstairs," said Tom.
Quietly they climbed the stairs, their steps muffled by thick carpet. They saw the open lighted doorway of Anne's bedroom, advanced to it. . . .
* * *
"Oh, my God!" gasped Candy. Tom stared in shock, his eyes wide. In plain view before them, in the middle of the room, were three naked people: two men were standing-the young couple recognized them as Scott Caldwell, the principal, and Eldon Harper, the librarian-while a woman, Miss Anne Harper, knelt rapturously before them, both the men's cocks in her mouth at once!
In the next moment the trio became aware of the young couple's presence. Anne gasped, and both stiff cocks popped from her mouth. Eldon and Scott stared open-mouthed.
Scott was the first to regain his composure. Flashing a confident grin, he said, "Well, hello! I bet you've never seen an engagement party like this, have you?"
Candy was inclined to look outraged, but Tom began to snicker.
"Come on in!" urged Scott. "Join the fun! We can show these kids a good time, can't we?" He grinned at his companions.
"Uh, by all means!" seconded Eldon-he saw no other way out of this extraordinary predicament.
"Of course," purred Anne. She hadn't had a taste of Tom's delicious young cock in a long time, and she was eager to make him part of her fantasy.
"Hell," laughed Tom, "why not?" He began to pull off his clothes, but Candy hung back in the doorway scowling. "Oh, come on, baby," Tom urged, throwing aside the last of his clothing.
"I'll just watch," Candy replied sulkily. She walked quickly over to the bed and sat down.
"Whatever turns you on," Tom shrugged. He walked across the room, hands on hips, his slim but muscular young male body exciting Anne terribly. His long capable boy's cock was already up and ready.
"Stand right there by Eldon," Anne directed him. The boy took his place in the row facing Anne, and with a sensuous chuckle she bent again to her work, the fulfillment of her deepest erotic dream. Now she had them all-the still-growing smooth white shaft of the boy, the smaller but expert little machine of her intellectual brother, and the enormous menacing man-size prick of her fiance. Drawing the men close to each other and closer to herself, so that she hardly had to turn her head to attend to them all at once, she darted out her stiff but thrillingly soft tongue and played with it rapidly over each prick in turn as if they were the keyboard of a piano, a divine musical instrument to be sounded with her loving skill. Faster and faster she rippled her tonguetip across the row of swollen red cockheads, nipping and nibbling and probing, and her willing men groaned in chorus now, wondering only who would be the lucky one to cum in her lusting mouth . . .
Meanwhile Candy Green had sat rigidly on the edge of the bed, biting her nails in envy. She really had wanted to join the fun, but had feared she would look like an amateur compared to Miss Harper. The things that woman was doing, and to three guys' cocks at once! Candy felt she could never learn all that. And yet as she watched, as she saw the obvious pleasure on Anne's face, saw the men stiffen and tense in a prelude to release, she grew hot, and the narrow crotch of her panties grew moist as instinctive, knowing juices seeped from her young girl's cunt, telling her that she was ready, ready enough, by God, for all three of those men!
With a sudden cry, half of desire and half of impatience, Candy leaped to her feet and tore off her clothes. There wasn't much to remove, only a minidress and panties, and then she ran to the sweating, moaning trio of men, mischievously coming up behind them, and stuck her little finger in Tom's asshole, wriggling it around in a way that made him snort with pleasure. Seeing the effect, she reached over with her free hand and did the same to Scott, who reacted with equal delight. But what to do for Eldon? If only she had three hands! But there was only her stiff pink tongue, and she snaked it teasingly between the thin cheeks of his ass, found the anus and began to circle and suck it with dizzying speed.
"OHHHHHHH, GOD!" shrieked Eldon. "Such pleasure, Oh, Jesus, I didn't know it was possible! AHHHHHH!"
No one else felt called upon to make a speech, and the only sound in the room now was the hoarse panting and moaning of the delighted trio of men. Sweat gleamed now on their bodies, their hips jerked spastically, their nostrils flared, as they approached their cumming. Candy and Anne never slowed the pace of their labors, in front and in back, and suddenly the room was filled with Eldon's ecstatic bellow as his twitching flailing prick shot streams of cum into the air. Anne watched him only a second, smiling, and then she signaled to Candy. The girl withdrew her teasing fingers, ran around to the other side of the group, and with dizzying swiftness sucked Tom's cock into her mouth just as Anne took in Scott's. The dazed, drained Eldon had sunk to the floor, and now he watched with a lazy grin while the other two men clenched their teeth in cumming, pumped jets of spasm into the hungry swallowing throats of the two lovely women . . .
Snuggled securely in his secret nest behind the camelia bush, Mr. Alfred W. Holznagel hugged himself and sighed blissfully. He had been right to stop by the Harper place in his evening round of peeping! By God, this was something he'd never seen before, was probably (he thought a little wistfully) the climax of his peeping career! He was still so astounded, he hadn't even begun to frig himself yet. He only stared. Yes, it was true, there were five of them, and he knew them all. Eldon Harper, librarian; Scott Caldwell, junior high principal; and Tom Austin, son of the banker, stood there having their cocks sucked by the schoolmistress, Anne Harper, and her student, that sweet little piece of ass, Candy Green. As he finally began to accept the reality of this fantastic scene in the bedroom window, Mr. Holznagel gurgled with delight and drew out his fat stiff little prick to begin his evening's jack-off play . . .
* * *
"Well, Candy," laughed Anne Harper, "I'm glad you decided to join us after all!"
The rosy-faced girl only giggled in reply. Now the five people lay temporarily exhausted on the plushly carpeted floor of Anne's bedroom-but no one was thinking of calling it a night. Presently Anne got up and went downstairs to fetch refreshments, returning soon with a tray of tall iced drinks. Scott passed around cigarettes, and they lay languorously sipping their drinks, smoking, and lazily studying each other's bodies. Presently Anne had an idea.
"While we're recuperating," she said, "I suggest that we all reveal a secret. Each person tell the sexual thing he'd like to do most." No one objected, and in fact several chuckles and giggles were heard, so Anne continued, blushing a little to reveal her secret for the first time. "I'll start off. I-I hope this doesn't sound too far out, but the thing I always wanted to do most was what I just did, to suck off several men at once."
Scott laughed appreciatively. "Well, I'm glad you got your wish, sweetheart! And I'm glad I was on the receiving end!" He dragged deeply on his cigarette, then continued, "I know damn well what I've always wanted to do! To screw a woman in the ass!" Candy and Anne looked alarmed, and he laughed, "Don't worry, girls, I'm no rapist. What about you, Tom? What's your goal?"
Tom was frowning in concentration. "Wow, I don't know! I've been lying here thinking about it, and it seems like I just want to do-well, everything."
"That figures," Scott replied, "since you're new at the game. Candy?"
The slim girl blushed deeply. "You promise you'll never tell, all of you?" When they nodded and smiled encouragingly, she went on in a shy voice, "Well, you'll probably think I'm crazy, but what I'd really like to do is make it at school sometime, I don't care how, but it would have to be during classes. Partly just to be daring, but also because-well, sitting there all day long, I get so hot. Sometimes fucking's all I can think about!"
Tom Austin had been watching her with glowing eyes, and now he said softly, "I think I can help you out, baby. Like tomorrow!"
Candy giggled. "You're on! But what about you, Mr. Harper? What would you like to do most?"
Eldon snickered and shook his head. "I can't tell you, I really can't! It's too-well, as Anne said, 'far out.' But it's just possible that later tonight I'll demonstrate ..." He trailed off, leaving them in suspense.
Meanwhile the group was gradually recovering, especially the as-yet unsatisfied women. Anne was lying between Tom and her brother and had begun to play idly with their still-lazy pricks, one hand on each, and Scott had wriggled commando-style on his belly over to where Candy was lying, and the girl suddenly squeaked as he eased between her legs and flicked her swollen pink clit with his tongue. Then she sighed deeply and curled her fingers in his hair, drawing her legs up and outward to give his tongue access to all her gleaming secret parts.
"Ummmmm," she murmured tremulously, "O, o, o, yes! Yes, put your tongue in my cunt!"
The others watched in fascination as Scott's head bobbed between Candy's trim little thighs and the girl suddenly threw her head back, her eyes rolling wildly, her bright white teeth clenched in cumming, low groans sounding from her arched throat.
"That was just for openers!" Scott said as he withdrew from her furry nest. Her excitement had stimulated him more than he'd dreamed possible. His great cock reared its head again, wagging and insolent, as he looked down at the panting, flushed girl. And on the other side of the room, Anne now played with two erect eager pricks while her own hot juices flooded down from her cunt to puddle on the carpet.
Unable to remain passive any longer, Anne leaped to her feet, her great breasts swaying and heaving, and cried huskily, "I want to give Scott an engagement present like no man ever got before! Let's have him fuck Candy in the ass!"
There was loud applause from everybody but Candy. The girl's eyes widened in fright, and she squealed, "Oh, no, please! That would hurt, I just know it!"
She jumped up and looked ready to run, but Anne walked over to her confidently and held her, stroking the girl's incredibly smooth firm body until Candy shivered and leaned limbly against the older woman's cushioning breasts.
"It doesn't have to hurt, darling," Anne crooned. "Trust me-I'll make sure it doesn't."
Meanwhile Scott Caldwell stood with twitching cock and pounding heart, trying not to reveal his intense excitement or his fear that Candy would refuse to grant his deepest erotic wish, but now Anne seemed to have the girl calmed down.
"Eldon," she said to her brother, "get me that Vaseline from my bedside table. And, Tom, bring all the pillows."
The men obeyed quickly, and Anne spread the pillows on the floor to make a soft nest for Candy. Then she tenderly laid the girl down on her belly and knelt beside her. With one hand she stroked Candy's hair and back, gentling her as one would calm a nervous filly, and with the other hand she got a generous amount of Vaseline from the jar and reached slowly between the girl's buttocks. The men watched with increasing lust as Anne inserted a finger into Candy's tiny pink asshole, spreading the jelly inside.
Candy's sweet little body shivered, then relaxed completely, and she cooed, "Oooooo, that feels nice!"
Anne looked up and winked at Scott, who could hardly contain himself by now. Damn these preparations! He wanted to leap right on the girl, right on that tight enticing ass, and ball her mercilessly! But he knew Anne was right-no sense in hurting her. The other two men watched, too, enviously. Candy's white glowing bottom was so incredibly small yet rounded.
After Anne had inserted more jelly and left the young girl sighing and wriggling with pleasure, she stood and grinned at Scott: "Happy engagement, darling! Go ahead and open your present!"
With one grateful glance at his fiancee, Scott Caldwell hurried to straddle Candy's delicious tiny ass, and, using all his self-restraint, he found the little pink dot of her anus, placed the tip of his greased cock there, and very very slowly glided it into her. Her response showed Anne's wisdom.
"EEEEEeeeee!" squealed Candy, her tousled head jerking up to reveal a delighted grin. "OOOOOooooooo! That's great! Oh, WOW!" And as Scott's mammoth cock continued its delicious slow invasion of her little girl asshole, she squeaked and squealed and pounded the carpet with her little fists in a fit of rutting.
Scott was ready to pass out with the sheer unexpected joy of ass-fucking that tiny little child. The passage was so tight, silky, burning, that his prick already buzzed with the electric joy of near-cumming. But he forced himself to go easy, to wallow in her. This was one pleasure he wasn't going to rush! He clenched his teeth and pushed his cock in a little farther . . .
Anne Harper stared down at them, a little envious now. Her cunt ached with need, her juices streamed unendingly down her long legs, and she felt ready to jump on the nearest man and force his hard swollen cock up her thirsty vagina. Then she abruptly gasped with delight as her brother Eldon sneaked up behind her and plunged a jelly-laden finger up her asshole.
"I hurt you before," he whispered, "but you're going to love it this time, I promise!"
As he rolled and dipped his finger in the sensitive little opening, Anne sighed and nearly fell over from dizzying pleasure, but strong arms grasped her from the front, and she felt her tingling tits softening and flattening against hot smooth male flesh. Opening her fevered eyes, she saw Tom grinning at her as he pulled her closer and thrust his big hard tool between her slippery thighs.
"Hey," complained Eldon, "you're interfering with my work!" Tom's thrusting young cock had slid right between Anne's legs and nudged Eldon's busy fingers.
"Sorry, Mr. Harper!" laughed Tom. "Let's ease her down on the floor-no reason why we both can't ball her! You take the back and I'll take the front!"
With a sharp intake of breath, shocked by Tom's wicked plan, Anne began to struggle and protest, but the two men held her firmly now, and before she knew it, she was laying on her side and felt hot loud breath both at the back of her neck and on her breasts. Simultaneously she felt painfully hard pricks stabbing, seeking entrance, at the seam of her buttocks and against the fur of her tender mound.
"Oh, no!" she cried. "Not both at once! You'll kill me!"
"On the contrary, dear sister," Eldon whispered nastily, "you'll have double the fun!"
Her struggles were useless, for Tom held her firmly around the waist while Eldon gripped her shoulders. Anne went limp and resigned herself to the perverse events to come. She felt Eldon find the mark, and with a little squish of jelly, his small fierce prick eased into her narrow asshole, wriggling steadily upward till she was hopelessly impaled. Her brother whinied and wheezed as the delicious tightness gripped and soothed his searching tool.
A moment later Tom's big stone-hard cock found her cunt, and he thrust it into her so hard, his bloated tool stuffing her so tightly, that she had to spread her legs to accommodate him. The boy moaned and gripped her waist more tightly as he steadily worked his tool up the length of her stretching, violated vagina.
Anne was prepared to keep back her screams, to let them enjoy their rape of both her passages, but she found the effort unnecessary. On the contrary, the sensation of being rammed and stuffed to bursting, of having two cocks at once plunging and seeking inside her pelvis, brought her a stunning joy, a blasting pleasure, she had never felt before. She shrieked lustily, spread her legs even wider, and threw her head back, her strong white teeth bared in a smile of utter lasciviousness and abandon.
"Dear God," she moaned, "this is too much! I'll die of it, it's so good! Oh, yes, my darlings, get into me, stuff me, ball me as hard as you can!"
The man and boy gladly answered her agonized command, both going at her with all their strength, their plunging cocks rippling against each other through the thin hammered membrane between cunt and colon. It was a race to see who could screw deepest into her, find the hidden waiting spring of her orgasm^ touch her off and send her flying. Eldon of course had ass-fucked his sister before, but it had never been so good, so unbelievably thrilling to him, as now. For not only was she willing at last, completely open and begging for it, but every thrust of his wicked little tool brought him into barely-separated collision with Tom's fine young thrusting cock, sending shivers of pleasure through his shaft, into his hammering balls, all through his tense, laboring body. Tom, too, though he knew much less than Eldon about these kinky things, got a charge out of it when their slapping balls collided, when their swollen racing cocks slithered side-by-side in the furious banging they were giving Miss Harper. And, Jesus, was she loving it!
Anne's whole body was tingling, afire, now, as she felt herself mercilessly invaded by the two sweating, snarling men. Briefly she opened her eyes and saw that she had been placed close to Candy, that she could look over Tom's bent head and see the girl's contorted joyful face as Scott continued his deliciously slow penetration of her ass. Suddenly Candy's eyelids fluttered open and she was looking directly into Anne's eyes. The girl grinned naughtily.
"Ooooo, Miss Harper!" she cooed. "He's getting so far up my ass, and I just love it! What are they doing to you?"
No longer shocked by her own words, Anne said it like she felt it, grinning lewdly at Candy, "Tom is balling me, O, Christ, he's so good and hard! And my brother's fucking me in the ass!" Impulsively she reached out and eased her hand under Candy's body and began to rub the girl's hard little nipples. Candy squeaked with delight and returned the favor, only she didn't have so far to reach-Anne's huge tits were thrusting swollenly out from her heaving chest, and Candy had no trouble cupping them, tweaking the long nipples, while Anne smiled encouragingly.
Fortunately the Harper house was set back from the street and well away from the neighboring homes, or the neighbors would have been treated to some rather astonishing noises. The group was totally absorbed now, working and rutting with maximum energy, and the room resounded with grunts, moans, squeals, bellows, and abandoned shrieks of pleasure. The very floor rocked beneath them, the maddened pounding of the men, the crazed hip-jerking of the women. It must all climax soon, it could not go on at this wild sweating peak-and Scott Caldwell was the one who set it off.
He had been patient, he told himself, damned patient, getting his cock into her slowly, causing her no pain, letting her wriggle and squeal happily beneath him and suck teasingly at his hard slick dick with her tight-muscled anal walls. Yes, he'd controlled himself, but he could do so no longer. He felt the frenzy mounting in him, felt his brain captured by animal instinct, trembled to the first tingling jolts of orgasm, and with a growl that drowned out all other noises in the room, he pulled back, raised his hips, till his slick-sliding cock was nearly out of her well-greased ass, and then rammed forward with everything he had, piercing the length of her colon till his balls slapped thunderously against her hot wriggling buttocks. Again and again he pounded her without mercy, not caring now if it hurt her, able only to plunge and plunge till he was drained of his fiercely squirting seed.
"I'M CUMMING!" he bellowed, humping the small helpless body beneath him. "AAAAHHHHHHHH!"
But Candy had been aroused so much already by his slow, snaking penetration of her virgin asshole, that she ground her swollen little pussy against the carpet, loving every brutal thrust of his angry prick, and began to squeal, "OOOOO! EEEE! OOO, YES, YES, I'M CUMMING TOOOOOO!"
In sympathetic observation of their bucking bodies, Anne gasped as she felt the familiar but ever beautiful waves of cumming radiating from her own cunt and asshole. She shrieked and jerked as her cunt pumped floods of juices, her big gorgeous body shook with release, every stab of the two invading cocks giving her another jolt of orgasm. "AAAHHHHH!" she wailed, and as the instinctive muscular action of her body caused her cunt and ass to contract to pinpoint narrowness, the two men felt their pricks seized and pumped with sweet fury. Cumming overtook them with blinding force, and Tom's hoarse young cries of "OH, JESUS, YES, BRING ME OFF, BABY!" were mingled with Eldon's shrill squeals of release. Anne felt her whole pelvis washed over with hot cum, every part bathed and flooded with the sizzling bath she adored. . . .
* * *
Outside the window in his fragrant hiding place, Mr. Alfred W. Holznagel pumped the last quivering droplet of cum from his exhausted little prick, then fell back onto the grass with a happy sigh. Dear God, what a scene that had been! He hoped his heart had been up to it. At first, when the adults seemed to be forcing the girl to accept anal intercourse, Mr. Holznagel had been somewhat disturbed, and he was even more indignant when the powerful hairy body of Scott Caldwell covered the frail helpless infant Candy. But then Mr. Holznagel had caught a glimpse of her happy face, had seen how deeply she was enjoying Scott's ass-fucking, and the little fat man was quickly aroused. And when the other two guys went at Anne Harper, the kid getting her from the front, her brother behind, ass-fucking her-my God! Mr. Holznagel wondered wildly, briefly, if his wife Martha would like him to do it to her that way. But, no, it was an impossible dream. Martha didn't like to do it, period, but who the hell cared about Martha at a time like this? Mr. Holznagel had stared goggle-eyed and gurgling, frigging himself with delight, as he watched the incredible orgy in the Harper bedroom. Now he lay back exhausted, lit a cigar, sighed ... He daydreamed, did not count the passing minutes, when suddenly he sat up with a start and flung aside his half-smoked cigar. Good God in Heaven, what were they up to now?! He stared. He gawked. He let his mouth hang open and damned near swallowed a mosquito.
There it was, he could see plainly enough what was happening, but he simply could not believe it. . .
* * *
After their exhausting bout of fucking, the five friends had collapsed in a heap of damp bodies, nobody much caring where they fell. It was some time before Anne and Candy had the strength to crawl out of the tangle and go fetch fresh drinks for everyone. Then they sat around and talked excitedly about the possibility of doing the whole scene again sometime, preferably soon and with some interesting variations. Nobody voted No. And somehow everyone was coming alive again, reluctant even now to end the extraordinary party.
Again it was Anne who suddenly had an inspiration. "Eldon," she said excitedly, "you promised us a demonstration, remember? When we were talking about our fantasies, you held out on us, but you said later in the evening you might show us . . ."
"Oh, my, yes." Eldon blushed and tittered. "I guess you're right. But, golly, I don't know ..."
"Come on, Eldon!" Scott laughed. "Everybody else told their secret. It's your turn now."
"Yes, yes!" added Candy and Tom.
Eldon, blushing red all over, rose and started for the door. "You asked for it," he muttered.
They had waited only a minute or so when the furiously blushing Eldon returned with something hidden behind his back. He couldn't have been too uptight, though. His cock was up and stiff again. He grinned at the others and asked, "You're quite sure you want to see this? Nobody will be hurt, but it is kind of-well, weird, I guess you'd say."
"Come on, Eldon!" they chorused. He shrugged and walked to the center of the room, then turned to Candy.
"I think I'd like it to be you," he said, his eyes mischievous. "Please lie on your back."
Candy giggled excitedly and obeyed, drawing her legs up and outward to expose her exquisite young pink cunt.
"Now close your eyes," requested Eldon. "I want you to guess what's happening. And nobody else tell her!" When Candy had closed her eyes, Eldon knelt between her legs and from behind his back he produced a jar of strawberry jam. He dipped his fingers into the jar, then proceeded to layer the girl's gleaming slit with the sticky red jam. Candy giggled and squealed but kept her eyes closed.
"Eldon Harper!" cried Anne, watching her grinning brother incredulously. "I never dreamed you had such a fantasy life!"
"Oh, I'm not finished yet," replied Eldon happily. He laid aside the jam jar. "Well, Candy, can you guess what I did?"
"No!" she laughed. Then she opened her eyes, looked at her jam-fragrant pussy, and gasped. "Why-it's-OH, MY GOODNESS!" She began to shriek with laughter, but just as suddenly she stopped, for Eldon had bent his head to her slit and begun slowly to lick up the jam. Candy's face lit up with an ecstatic smile, and she sank back and shivered excitedly as his tongue lapped her sweetened pussy.
The others watched with amusement, until finally Anne said, "Well, what should we do for kicks while my brother's having his midnight snack?"
Scott chuckled. "Christ, I don't know! I've about had it, myself!"
Anne glanced at him and Tom, realizing that unlike Eldon, they had not gotten another hard-on. She smiled to herself. "Both of you come and sit here," she said. "I've just thought of something that might amuse you."
She made Scott and Tom sit side by side on the floor, their backs resting against the wall, and then she seized the jar of jam and knelt in front of them.
"I'm hungry, too," she said and grinned. And she stuck both hands in the jar, then began to smear their cocks with the jelly simultaneously. At first the men laughed, but soon the expert massage of her firm little hands and the wild cold feeling of the jam brought them up hard and fully swelled. Anne gazed hungrily at the two huge swaying pricks that glistened now with bright red, tempting her hovering lips. With a throaty gurgle of lust, she lunged forward, swallowed Tom's berry-bright cock, and gave him a thunderous, vigorous cocksucking that made him gasp and dig his nails into the carpet. My God, how that woman could suck cock! He'd never dreamed it could be done so forcefully, so swiftly, and yet with such delicate care. As Anne slurped and sucked and swallowed the jam from his wildly jerking cock, Tom felt himself driven rapidly to the brink of orgasm . . .
"Hurry, baby, hurry!" Scott growled homily. "Eat mine, too!"
Tom wailed and butted his cock deep down her cushiony throat as he shot out his cum. No sooner had she swallowed it, than she spat his dick out and plunged her mouth around Scott's twitching, impatient tool, making him bellow with pleasure. Again she cleaned a big jerking prick of jam by forcefully sucking it in and out of her tight wet lips, pumping it, lapping, squeezing, and licking it. Oh, God, she was thinking wildly, I can never get enough of this, never taste enough of his great sweet cock!
She felt his blazing cum blasting down her throat, and she sucked lovingly, adoringly, twice as hard and fast as before, and Scott fell exhausted into her arms as he squirted the last hot stream of his seed into her grateful mouth.
"My God," he muttered into her ear, "you're going to make one hell of a wife!"
But his endearments were cut short by a piercing wail, and they turned to see Candy flinging her legs straight up into the air as Eldon Harper sucked her off into insensibility. As the girl fell back writhing joyfully, Eldon raised his proud jam-smeared face and grinned appreciatively at the results of his dream. When at last Candy had writhed and moaned out her climax, she sat up abruptly, threw her arms around Eldon's neck, and adoringly licked and kissed all the jam off his smiling face.
Meanwhile Anne had come to rest between Tom and Scott, her arms around both of them. She grinned now at her brother, then at everyone else.
"Well," she chuckled lazily, "I think it's safe to say that we've all become very good friends. Very intimate friends, in fact."
Their exhausted but happy smiles told Anne Harper that she was right. Overcome with good feelings, she hugged Scott wordlessly and thought of the wonderful future they would have-she and Scott and all their friends . . .
* * *
Mr. Alfred W. Holznagel wiped a sentimental tear from his eye as he watched the five friends smiling at each other. He loved happy endings. After that final round he'd observed, that incredible episode with the strawberry jam, he'd just about frigged himself to the point of fainting. He was weary, very weary, yes. But he was also the happiest and luckiest peeper in the world, or so he felt.
As he watched the five friends embrace and bid each other good night, he took his time about zipping up, straightening his clothes, brushing the grass and camelia leaves off. He'd get his breath back, relax a little, let Martha stew at home. To hell with her! He'd come here every night now, to the Harper house, the finest Rated X show in town. He'd sit under the stars, smoke his cigar, and watch extraordinary scenes of love and friendship. He couldn't ask for more.
The town clock chimed midnight, and Mr. Alfred W. Holznagel sighed, got to his feet, and crept off into the night . . .
