In their book Fundamentals of Human Sexuality by Herant A. Katchadourian and Donald T. Lunde, medical doctors at the department of psychiatry at Stanford University, they both point out that children of both sexes have been exploited sexually by adults in all cultures. " ... adult females can much more easily conceal their sexual motives and get away with sexual approaches to children than can men, for we generally find it more 'natural' that a woman be physically affectionate toward children," say the doctors.
Experts say no one can possibly know the extent of such activities by women. Psychology isn't sure why such a drive exists, or how it comes about. There are many theories, but most experts agree that once the pattern is set, it is an extremely difficult one to break and prevent in the future. Technically, in many states a woman can be charged with molestation, with contributing to the delinquency of a minor, and in a few states if the boy is under eighteen, she can be charged with rape.
But even the resulting publicity and shame is not enough to curtail a woman's lust for young boys. And if she is caught again, she may end up in prison. What causes this?
We do not really know. There is no given pattern, no formula, and no type of size of woman who might be called typical. The drive seems to be there in all types, and is evidently rooted deep back in the sexually-psychologically related events that took place during the woman's own sexual development.
As with Joan, the woman The Boy Trap centers around, the problem is deep, complicated and multifaceted, almost always resulting in conflicts and problems with the husband and older children in the family. So Helen Henderson shows us the rough side of such a sociological problem also, not just the optimistic, happy side. Her writing retains the mark of objectivity, which is rare when a person herself has created the character she's writing about from her imagination.
Then, as with all fine fiction, the book you are about to read contains more than just a story. It probes the life and mind of a woman who is attracted to young boys. It makes no pretense of knowing how to solve the problem of young boys being exploited by older woman for sexual purposes, but it does give us some insight into the mind of such women-and thereby leading us down the path toward enlightenment of the problem, and its ultimate cure, whatever it will eventually be. In this lies the sociological and literary importance of The Boy Trap.
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CHAPTER ONE
It was another Monday afternoon and with a touch of panic I remembered that I hadn't cleaned the bathroom yet. Yes, I clean on Monday, at least I am this month to try to give my days a little change, some difference.
The bathroom it is, I'd get it cleaned and then fix my hair just a little and start supper. Ralph always liked to eat early on these daylight-savings spring evenings, gave him longer to work in the yard.
I pushed the bathroom door open and stopped in surprise. Suddenly I remembered I wasn't alone in the house. My fourteen-year-old nephew had just brought over a pattern I'd been bugging his mother for. Now he stood in front of me, the lid of the stool up, and his right hand firmly gripping his stiff prick.
"Aw ... hell," he said and turned away from me.
I felt a tidal wave of hot blood surge through me, my breasts were suddenly sensitive, throbbing and I knew my crotch had begun to moisten and warm.
"Tom, I'm sorry," I said.
"Yeah, I bet." He still faced away from me.
"What on earth are you doing, Tom?"
"What do you think?"
"You weren't just urinating?"
I reached out toward him. At least I could scold him a little. The little twirp, masturbating in my bathroom! To scold him I'd have to look at him. I put my hand on his shoulder.
"Tom, you know you shouldn't be doing this."
"Why not? I won't get warts or grow hair in the palm of my hand."
"Of course not, who said you would?"
"Couple of the guys at school. Said if you jack-if you did it you'd get warts."
I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled on it so he had to turn around. As I saw the purple head of his shaft coming I had to gulp. It was beautiful! So perfect, with the strong pointed head, the stiff, red and purple pole he held in his hand. He was still as hard as when I blundered into the room.
"Tom, don't let the boys fool you, there is almost no way you can hurt yourself by masturbating." As I said it I felt a new surge of desire. Tom was so beautiful! And his penis was bigger than I expected, maybe five inches.
"Hey, no kidding? Won't go crazy, or not be able to get married or any of that crap?"
"Right, Tom." I laughed and I felt my voice go too high. Ever since he had turned around I had been watching his long pole, staring at it, and now Tom realized it. Slowly he took his hand away from it and I sighed softly so he couldn't hear me.
What on earth was happening to me? This boy was a blood relative of mine. But he was marvelous, his dong was ... I blinked and looked up at him, and saw a smile on his face, a quick understanding in his eyes.
"Tom, has your mother talked to you about sex, girls?"
"You kidding? She still tells me a stork brought me."
"Your dad?"
He shook his head.
"Maybe I should, Tom. You're sure getting old enough to get some girl into trouble."
"You mean knock-up some girl?"
"Yes, Tom, it can happen so quickly."
"Aw, no. I'd have to screw her to make her pregnant."
"So don't fool around with girls."
"But...."
"Just wait, Tom. You've got lots of time."
"But I thought, the way you looked at me...."
"I ... I was admiring you, the way you admire a girl's well-filled bikini bra at the beach. You're very well built." What was this kid doing to me? I wanted to rip his clothes off, to fondle his soft, tender young male skin, to play with his boy-nipples and then at last to touch and caress his long throbbing penis. I felt wetness soak through my panties. My breasts throbbed until I didn't think I could stand it.
He pushed down on his tool and let it snap back up against his little belly which was hairless.
"You think it's okay, then? My old buddy is made right and big enough?"
"Yes, of course." I knew what I was going to suggest and it shocked me but then the blinding surge of desire hit me and I went ahead. "Tom, have you ever seen a woman's breasts? I don't mean in a picture, I mean real ones? Artists think a woman's breasts are her best feature."
Tom licked his lips and shook his head.
"Would you like to? I mean if you wanted me to I could let you look at mine, right here. We wouldn't say anything to anyone of course. It would be just education, and it's something your mother should have shown you before now." I was jabbering like a nervous teenager. But I couldn't stop. He watched me, and I saw his head nod. He'd forgotten about his penis for a minute. I licked my lips and began unbuttoning my blouse. I had all the fasteners open and he stared at my bra.
"Tom, this will be our secret, right? You won't tell anybody, and I won't tell your dad I caught you pulling your pud."
"Yeah, sure, Aunt Joan." I reached both hands in back of me and unhooked my bra.
"Remember, Tom, a woman's breasts are very special, and tender. Never hit them or slap them, don't even hug a girl too hard around her breasts or let her fall on them, do you understand?"
Again he nodded. Now his hand was on his tool and I could see it begin to pulse faster.
I slid the blouse off my shoulders but left the bra in place. "Tom, don't expect every girl to be the same. Some women have small breasts, some huge breasts. My bra size is thirty-seven D, which is bigger than most. Now, you understand you're just to look?"
"Yeah, damn, that's fine!" I let the bra fall down on my arms. "Wow! Jeeeeezzz!" He shook his head in wonder. "Terrific! Damn but they are whoppers. Biggest ones I've ever seen!"
"Thank you, Tom. A woman likes to hear compliments. And I think you have a very manly, sexy penis."
Oh, damn!" he tried to hold back. "I'm cumming!"
Quickly I pushed in front of him, dropped to my knees and caught his prick in both hands as he humped his little hips toward me.
"Ooooohhh damn!" He moaned. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" He panted. "Damn, but that was good. I hurt you?"
I laughed and milked him down one more time forcing the last of the cum from it into my hand.
"You were loaded, that's a lot of jism."
"Aw, that's nothing. I cum four times in an hour once. I got hold of a Playboy with all them pictures...."
I didn't reply. I was so choked up, so sexed up I could hardly move. I held his penis as it sagged and softened. I wanted to lick it, to bring it back to full size, then eat it all the way! But I had to do something or I'd go wild!
I went to the sink and washed my hands, then turned back.
"Tom, would you like to touch them? A girl likes to be touched and petted sometimes."
"Holy cow, you'd let me?" His face broke into a grin and I saw youth bursting out all over him. Fourteen, with such a good sex tool. But I wanted his hands on me.
I took his hand and put it over my breast. He shivered and I could see his penis rising again. I sat on the closed stool and put his other hand on me and he laughed and nodded and rubbed my breasts.
"Rub harder, darling," I said and he looked at me.
"You like it too?"
"Of course, a woman likes her breasts to be played with when she's in the mood for it. You got me in the right mood."
He became bolder, playing with my nipples, tweaking them.
I reached down and caught his penis, reached inside and touched his scrotum, it was almost hairless. He groaned.
"Hey, I like that. Feels wild."
I liked it too. His hands were learning. With just a little practice he would be a wow with a girl. With a good teach. My crotch was screaming for some attention, but that was out of the question. I played with his testicles until I knew he was getting ready again.
I waggled my breasts at him. "Tom, how would you like to see the rest of a girl, to play and take off your clothes and really have an afternoon to remember?
His hand played at his crotch, and he nodded. "Good, that's exactly what we're going to do, but remember, it's our little secret."
Less than four hours after Joan began Tom's sexual education, a shadow crept up a ladder at the back of a store in the small town about a mile down the street. The old ladder had been put there when the roof was resurfaced and never taken down. The shadow became a man and he went over the lip of the store roof and walked quietly to the skylight. It would be easy. A double-folded cloth went down on the glass, then the man smashed down with the side of his fist, shattering the glass.
He smiled in the darkness, put the cloth to one side and with a gloved hand, reached through the broken glass and unlatched the skylight cover. It came backward, folding neatly. He tied a piece of inch-thick rope to the cover hinge and dropped the coil down into the store below. It was plenty strong enough to hold his weight.
It was nineteen feet to the floor, and only twelve to the tallest display rack. Fortunately the rope fell between the island and onto the floor. It had knots tied in it every two feet. He went over the edge of the opening and, using the knots for traction, slowly slid down the rope into the store.
He knew exactly where to go. The store cash register was open, and contained no cash or checks. The company safe was in an unlighted section of the store. He scanned the front of the safe with a pencil flash, grunted in satisfaction and then twisted the dials according to the numbers he had found. It clicked and came open on the first try.
The day's receipts lay in the bank bag all ready for deposit. He picked off the checks and threw them down, since they were all marked for deposit only. The cash he needed. It seemed quite a bundle. He took the change that had been counted out for the morning till. There should be about fifty dollars in change for the morning rush. He took it, then with gloved hands, closed the safe and twirled the dials.
Next he went to the case that contained the watches. There was some good ones. These too were locked. He lifted his boot and kicked at the bar-and-notch type lock and broke it easily. He scooped up a dozen Timex watches, the new electric calendar type, and another one that sold for fifty dollars and stuffed them all in his pockets. Then he moved silently toward the rear of the store. He had what he had come after. The rear door was guarded by a simple night lock that could be turned inside, opened, reset and closed from the outside. Getting out was simple. There was no burglar alarm that he knew of.
The man went out the back door, closed it solidly, listening to the snap of the lock. He glanced down the alley, then walked out to the end, turned to the right and walked another two blocks where a Volkswagen sat at the curb.
The man got into the car and relaxed. It hadn't been a bad night's work, not bad at all. He drove off smiling, and wondering what the store workers would think when they arrived bright and early to open up the place in the morning.
CHAPTER TWO
When I got supper underway, I sat at the kitchen table and stared at my hands. God, they were shaking. That was stupid, dumb, silly. Tom was gone, no one would ever know, and of course I would never do anything like that again, ever.
But as I went back over it, the whole thing seemed so natural, so simple. Neither of us had any bad intentions. The whole thing had simply ... happened!
I looked in on the two girls in their room where they had spread out the cardboard blocks to make a road. They were fine. At last I admitted it. That hour alone with Tom this afternoon had been the wildest, most thrilling experience of my twenty-six years of life. Not that I was a jet-setter or a play-girl, or filthy rich. But damn!
For me just getting through high school had been a big thing, with the football games, and the senior prom. Then getting a job and going to work had been great, for a while. I clerked at Barth's Five and Ten here in town, but after three years that was a drag.
Sure, I had dates, and boys, and a wild experience or two in the back seat of a car, and once on a blanket in the woods, and twice in a motel. Once I actually took my shoes off and enjoyed it! But that was all part of growing up, of learning.
I knew I could never describe to anyone else exactly how I felt during that hour with Tom. It had been tremendous, exciting, marvelous. It wasn't just the sex play. In six years of marriage I'd coupled just about every way I had ever heard about or read about in all those marriage manuals. I wasn't turned off on sex, but, well ... it didn't seem to be exciting anymore. Sex with Ralph had become sort of a duty, a little act I put on. And I knew every damn time he wanted to get laid. The capper would be when he came to bed without his pajama top. He said one night why put it on just to take it off again. Dumb? Right, but he always did it that way.
And I am not one of these women who gets interested in every delivery man who drives down the block. I haven't cheated on Ralph once since we've been married. I'm proud of that. I mean, to me a marriage is a contract, an exclusive contract, and I'm holding up my end of it to the letter.
Maybe it's because the men I know don't entice me, don't interest me. I thought for a while that's because the guys are all working stiffs, slobs without a lot of education or nice manners, but, hell, I'm no Park Avenue dame myself. It isn't the men. I know some of them are real pistols in bed, the girls tell me, so is it me?
Then today I go ape over this kid, fourteen damn years old!
I gave up on trying to figure it out and checked the meat. It was brown on every spot I could see, so I turned down the heat and let it cook.
For a while I thought I might be turning into a Lesbian, a woman homosexual. I worried about it a lot for two months. Then one day I knew I wasn't. I have a neighbor girl down the street who comes in on Fridays and helps me clean up. We can't afford it, but they are worse off than we are. She's just fifteen now, and I help her sew sometimes when she gets stuck on a pattern. It's been almost six months ago now that she was here. She looked at me in the afternoon and scowled.
"Mrs. Haller," she asked me. "I've got a boyfriend now, and he gets more pushy on every date. How can a girl tell him to cool it?"
"I wish I had that kind of problem, Sue. What I always did was set certain limits. You know, I'll kiss and smooch a little but no petting."
"Did it work?"
"Sometimes. Usually. I did have to walk home once, I remember, but I jumped out of the car. He had my blouse half unbuttoned before I knew it."
Sue laughed. "I know that feeling. But sometimes I feel like I wish my guy would go a little farther. I really don't know how it feels, you know, to be petted."
"I'm afraid I can't help you there."
"Why not? I mean, if you wouldn't mind. I mean, could you pet me a little, just so I'll know how it feels?"
I hesitated.
"Look, it doesn't mean anything to you, just pet my breasts a little, then I'll know without running the risk of ... well, you know."
Before I could move Sue had pulled up the heavy sweater she wore and unhooked her bra. She pushed it up away from her breasts. About a thirty-five, I thought. She took one of my hands and put it on her breast.
"Go ahead, warm it up, play with it a little. I'm starting to get a warm feeling, sort of squishy."
Mentally I shrugged. What could it hurt? So I rubbed her breast, watched her nipple grow and harden and stand tall. I felt her breast get warmer until it was almost burning. At the same time Sue began to breathe heavily and move her legs. Her eyes smoldered. Quickly I took away my hand. I had felt nothing, just flesh on flesh, no surge of sexual desire, no thrill, no thought of continuation, of disrobing or pressing my body against hers. That's when I wanted to thank Sue for showing me for certain that I was not a Lesbian. Sue recovered, thanked me, and we finished cleaning the house.
She hadn't mentioned the incident to me, but she does say now and then that my 'draw the line' policy has been working for her.
Ralph Haller kissed his wife Joan good-bye the next morning and got to work right on the dot, half an hour before opening time. It was his job as assistant manager to get any merchandise out on the sidewalk for sales, to open the safe and take out the change for the two registers, and get the stock boy to sweep down the whole place before the 9 a.m. opening time.
He went through the front door, whistling, and let it close and lock, then took a dozen steps down the center aisle when he saw the broken glass on the floor. He looked up, saw the broken edge of the glass and the rope which hung straight down.
Ralph ran for the telephone.
Ten minutes later, Norm Warnick tapped on the front door glass. Norm was the day man on patrol for the five-man police force. Ralph ran to let him in.
"Norm, I came in, saw the glass on the floor then the rope, and I called you first off. Looks like a break-in. I ain't touched a thing. You gonna dust for prints?"
"You called your boss, Paul Landis, yet?"
"Oh, no. Right away."
"Sure you ain't touched nothing?"
"No, very sure."
He phoned Mr. Landis and the store manager was down there ten minutes later. He hadn't even taken time to shave.
"Now what the hell, Ralph, you get me out about some cock-and-bull story...." That was when he saw the glass on the floor and the rope through the open skylight. "You check the safe?"
Ralph shook his head. "No, first I called the police, then you."
The three went back to the safe and Mr. Landis twirled the combination from memory. He pulled the heavy door open and began swearing. Damn it to hell, Haller, didn't you make the deposit last night? Didn't you drop it in the night deposit at the bank?"
"No, I was out on that delivery, to the party out on Belmont Road. You remember the one. I had a carload of stuff and didn't get back till after eight o'clock."
He nodded. "Well we got cleaned out. They took the cash from the deposit sacks and the change for the cash registers. At least they left the checks which they couldn't cash anyway."
The patrolman frowned. "Robbery, right? Breaking and entering, second-story man. I better call the chief." The lawman looked at the safe. "How'd he get the safe open?" He looked at the big safe, swung the door closed and checked it again.
"Damn, just like at the academy. They told us most safe's weren't cracked, they were opened with the combination. Look. Right here, is a number, here two more and here two more. Is the combination to the safe, 7, 24, 13?"
"Haller, you numbskull! Why did you write those numbers up there for anyone to see?"
"I didn't, Mr. Landis. Swear to God. I memorized that number three years ago. Must have been somebody else. Sure as hell wasn't me."
Mr. Landis calmed. "Well, it's done, too late now. Better change the combination." He looked at Norm Warnick. "We supposed to be filling out some kind of a report?
"Yeah, sure thing. I'll call the chief then we can get to the report."
A few minutes later Jerry the stock boy came, and Ralph put him to sweeping up the glass and taking it out of the display case.
"Check around," the policeman said. "See if anything else has been broken or is missing."
Jerry found the broken lock on the watches and showed it to Mr. Landis.
He swore again. "Fifteen watches gone at least. Get that down. Retail value about eight-hundred dollars. They got twelve-hundred and eighty-seven dollars in cash from the safe." He scowled at the patrolman. "You sure as hell better get it back for
"How can we identify cash? That money's probably a hundred miles away by now. If the watches show up, we might be able to find them. You have serial numbers?"
"Why, no, they were in the boxes."
"Great."
It was a crime wave for the small town. A real live burglary in the five and ten. Their walk-in traffic that morning was double usual, and they took in well over twice the normal register sales.
Mr. Landis didn't seem too concerned.
"Hell, Haller, we're insured. So the insurance company shells out some cash, we been paying in long enough."
"But won't it go down on your managerial records?"
"How'en hell can I control some jerk who breaks in and robs the store? Fate, coincidence. Sure it's in the file, but don't mean a damn thing. Hey, you about ready to get your own store?"
"I keep hoping. But I don't think Mr. Halverson likes me. He's Division now and approves all new managers."
"Yeah, I know that bastard. Just don't cross him."
All day Ralph tried to figure out who in town could have done it. The police said the local hardware store, Miller's, didn't sell the rope. It had to be from out of town somewhere. The police seemed to think it was a professional job, a hit and run.
But Ralph wanted to find out who did it.
At his lunch break he was in the alley searching, looking for something the thief might have dropped, or overlooked. He even went up on the roof and took the piece of cloth that the police weren't interested in. While he was up there Ralph lifted up the rope and unhooked it. Later that day he replaced the small pane of glass and glazed it in solid. The piece of cloth and the rope fascinated him. They were the only real clues and the police ignored them.
Two days later I was still thinking about my nephew Tom, and the delicious time we had that afternoon. Unconsciously I was wondering when he got out of school. I guessed around three sometime, since Mildred had mentioned once that they had to start so early, some classes at seven a.m. I wanted to call him, talk to him, see if he was all right. But what if Mildred answered? I would ask about the pattern, it was a tough one with a lot of fancy facing and linings ... I dialed.
"Mildred, this is Joan. You sure did send me a hard pattern. Is that the one I really asked you for?"
"Sure is Joan, what's the trouble?"
"Oh, no real trouble. Fact is I haven't started it yet, it just looks hard."
"It is, but I thought you could cut it down...."
"You're kidding."
"I do have another one that's a quickie kind, you'll have to make it a little fuller in front."
"That I can manage."
"Tom said he was going to play baseball in the park over that way. Want me to have him drop it off?"
"Well, if it isn't any trouble."
"So he misses two minutes of throwing a ball. I'll send him over. We still going to have that camp-out next weekend? Tom is all set and my Sam is getting his fishing tackle ready."
"We hadn't decided." I did decide in a rush. "But it does sound like fun. "Count us in. I'll need some help with the girls."
"You just leave that up to me. I might just borrow one of your girls for that weekend."
We chatted a few more minutes, then I hung up. I went in to check on the girls. Beth was still sleeping, but Becky was playing in her crib. They should be fine for a few minutes.
I began to comb my hair. It looked as good as it ever did. I had on pants-too late to do anything about that. Before I got to the front door I saw Tom park his bike at the steps. I opened the front door for him before he could ring the bell.
"Kids are sleeping," I said.
He nodded and came in. As soon as I looked at him I felt my "nipples harden. It was wild. My whole body simply seemed to rev up, to get warmed up for sex. He handed me the pattern envelope and grinned.
I didn't say anything for a minute.
"You sure look good in those pants," he said.
I had to take a deep breath to slow down the surge of emotion that soared in me. His face was so smooth, not a pimple, no acne. His eyes were blue and he had hair over his ears, like lots of the kids do now.
"Thank you, Tom. Are you all right? I mean your mother didn't find out?"
He shook his head. His hand came to his crotch and rubbed. I was sure he never realized he did it. But his hard-on was plain to see crowding out his pants fly.
"Got any more cookies?" he said.
"Sure...." I stopped and giggled. "Your mom told you what I said?"
"Yeah, but I didn't tell her."
I was moving toward him. I couldn't help it. By now I knew I was breathing hard, my breasts burned into my bra and I wished I had my hands all over him. He just stood there rubbing his fly.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"Standing here, watching you."
"Yes, but you're rubbing yourself too." His hand jerked away, then went back and he smiled.
"Do you suppose:...."
I shook my head. "Absolutely not. I don't care how much you set me on fire, Tom, we just can't. I mean what if somebody found out?"
"Who could find out?"
"I don't know, a neighbor, maybe." I couldn't stand it any longer. I reached up and scratched my breast through my clothes, then I slid my hand inside my blouse. Damn that felt wonderful!
I was moving toward him again. He stood still. I came very close, then leaned against him, put my arms around his slender body and pulled him to me. His hand moved and the heavy swell of his hot dong pushed into my belly. Good Lord, but it felt wonderful!
My arms went around his back, under his loose shirt and I began rubbing his soft skin. Then I caught one of his hands and pushed it down the top of my blouse. He knew what to do then.
"Oooohhhh, Tom, that's wonderful. I could stand here all day and let you play with me."
"Not me, I'd rather lay down."
"Tom, I told you, we simply can't."
"Okay. Wow, what great ones. Can I open your bra?"
"Never ask that question, Tom. A lady has to say no, even though she is aching for you to open it. Here, I'll help you."
Then his hands explored my whole breasts, every sensitive inch of them and I melted completely. I had to sit down fast before I fell down.
"Maybe we could sit a minute or two on the couch." We were still in the living room, the drapes were open, the sofa was well back in the room along the side wall. Anyone walking up to the window could see right in. But who would do that?
We walked to the couch arm in arm and I sank down. He played with my boobies for a minute, then unbuttoned my blouse and folded it back. "Goddamn, but you've got good tits."
"Tom, don't talk dirty, a girl doesn't like that.
See if you can make my nipples stand up taller."
He toyed with them, snapped them, one came up.
"Kiss them, that always helps." He stared at me. "That's okay?"
"Yes, of course. A girl likes to have her breasts kissed and chewed on and appreciated."
He went down on my boobies. I was squirming beside him. My crotch was so soaked I was sure I was leaking onto the couch. Both breasts were burning up. Only his mouth held down the scorching inferno that boiled there. I had to keep it inside, not let it spill over!
Then before I knew it my hands were at his crotch. He moved his hands and unzipped himself, then left it open to me. I squirmed inside, finding his bent, stiff pole behind blue jeans, but no shorts. Quickly I had his hardness pulled out and was playing with it. It seemed bigger this time, and redder. All at once I wanted to eat him, give him some head. His long pole looked so damn good, like a big hot dog, like a pink and purple banana. God, I wanted to pull him into my mouth and eat him until it was gone completely! To chew on him until he rewarded me with a mouth full of cum.
He came off my breast.
"Do girls really like it, you know, to screw?"
It took me a minute to get my mind pasted back together.
"Tom, a virgin probably doesn't. But after a few times, most girls like it as much as most boys do. It's natural. Right now I'm probably enjoying this more than you are. You know what I really want to do right now?"
He grinned. "Screw."
"No, I want to take your penis in my mouth and let you cum. I want to suck you off until you shoot your load right down my throat."
"Goddamn! You'd do that?"
"Just take your pants off, and I'll show you."
And I did. We spent fifteen glorious minutes playing and then I showed what head was all about. He was a very quick learner. I thrilled through every second of it, but my own good sense came to my rescue again.
"Look, little lover, your mom said you were going to play baseball. If you don't show up, some of the guys might call your place. They would ask where you were, and you'd have to make some excuse. Let's not get you in trouble."
He jumped up and grabbed his pants. "Yeah, right on. I forgot about that game today. Just a pickup game but we're getting pretty good. Might even get a league going of some kind."
I watched him as he zipped up his pants. He hadn't even taken off his shoes.
Before he got off the couch I leaned toward him and he reached under my bra and petted me again. I don't know how I ever let him go.
Then he waved and ran out the front door. I checked my watch. He'd only been there for twenty-five minutes. What a wonderful batch of seconds!
I hooked my bra and buttoned up, then sat on the couch a moment longer thinking about him. He was some little man. God, what would he be when he grew up? He'd be so super smooth with girls that he'd probably have a dozen kids before he got out of high school-or a batch of fathers with blood in their eyes and shotguns in their hands.
I checked on the girls. Both were up now, so I played with them until it was time to get supper ready. Somehow today I felt like a teacher. I was always teaching the girls to do something, and then today I had sure explained and taught a little to Tom. I wondered if that would be the last time? Suddenly I was sure that it wouldn't be. I would see to that. But I was going to have to be so damn careful. To cover everything, every way. In a small town like this it wouldn't take much to get a rumor going, and even a rumor would blow everything sky-high. Ralph was sure he was in line for the managership of the little store where he worked. He'd been there for six years and was over due. But thinking back I wasn't sure if Ralph would ever make manager. That depressed me for the rest of the evening.
CHAPTER THREE
I cooked a very good meal for the family that night. Even Ralph commented on it, and usually he can't see anything but the business section of the newspaper and a copy of Business Week which he gets a week after Mr. Landis throws it away at work.
Ralph is a good man, and I love him, but, damn! sometimes he is so square, so old-fashioned. He's almost six feet tall, and is in good shape from jogging and tennis, but he's really kind of dull.
I met Ralph at the store, Barth's Five and Ten, when I worked there. He had been there a year before I started but was still a stock boy. Three years later he became assistant manager, which doesn't mean much, but he got a raise and expected to get his own store within two years.
Barth's is a small five and dime chain, with twenty-one stores in our part of the state, but somehow the call never came for Ralph to move up to manager. He didn't have any college, no business courses, and the snooty managers didn't like that at all. So there he sat as assistant, right where he had been the day we got married over four years ago.
Maybe I was the one who hadn't pushed him, given dinner parties and all for his boss and the district man? I didn't want to worry about it now. After dinner I got the kids put down, and we watched an hour of TV. Then I couldn't stand it any longer. I guess I was still sexed-up from this afternoon.
I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off, then sat in front of the TV screen and turned off the set. Ralph looked up. "What's going on?"
I began wiggling my shoulders, making my breasts bounce in my bra, then I reached behind and unsnapped it and shook until the bra fell off my breasts onto my arms. I let it drop to the floor. "What in hell-?"
"Just my woman's lib coming out, I guess, darling, but I want to go to bed with you and have a wild, wild time. Got a couple of minutes to spare?"
I'd never tried this before, but I saw the gleam in Ralph's eyes.
"Yes, sure. But you aren't juiced up are you? You haven't been smoking pot or anything?"
"I haven't," I said, then giggled. "Hey, how about a quickie right here in the middle of the floor?"
Ralph blinked, then shook his head. "I'm not sure I'll ever understand you, woman. But when you waggle those two at me, I guess I don't need to." He sat down beside me and we made love, long, and slow and deliciously.
But every time he touched me, I thought about Tom. When his hands fondled me, I wished it were Tom. And when his big, thick pole rammed into me hard the way I like it, I groaned and cried and screamed a little and all the time I kept dreaming that Tom was over me, ramming it into me until I came and I melted right into the cheap carpet.
At the store Ralph tried to keep his eyes open for anyone who showed too much curiosity about the break-in, or anyone who knew too much, but he caught no one out of place. He stared at the rope and the cloth like it could talk. He had put both in a box and kept in the back of the stock room. For a moment he thought he had seen the cloth before. It was a heavy drapery or upholstery fabric, he was sure of that, but what kind or where it came from, he had no idea.
One afternoon he had a delivery near the town's only used goods store. It really was a pawn shop, but since that type of store was illegal in town, it was called a new and used store. Marty, who ran it, had been in high school with Ralph upstate. They talked about old times, about the Viking football team and how it always lost. Then Ralph asked him about the Timex watches, the electric with calendar month and date.
Marty showed him one. And Ralph wanted to screech, because it was exactly like the ones stolen. He remembered because he had considered buying one, and allowing for his 17% employee discount, it wouldn't have been too much. He had looked at the watches very carefully. Only now he couldn't say that it was one of the ones stolen.
"Some kid came in with it. Said he'd found it at first, and I told him watches like that had been stolen, and he said no questions and he'd take ten bucks. I bought it."
"Who was the kid, Marty? Tell me or I'll go to the police."
"Easy, buddy, you don't have to get tough with me. It was the Simon kid, Hank, I think his name is. Lives down there by Ash somewhere."
Ralph grinned. "I know the place, and the kid. Thanks, you may have helped solve our crime wave."
"Come on, Ralph. No ten-year-old kid is going to do that job at the store. That was brains behind that."
"Maybe Hank will lead us to the brains."
Right after work, Ralph drove past the Simon house. He didn't see anyone, so he stopped and opened the hood of his car. Two kids came out across the street. Ten minutes of tinkering later, Hank Simon came out of his house.
"Trouble, I'm a good mechanic."
"That so? Not much I can't fix. Automatic choke butterfly valve is acting up a little. Take off the air cleaner and loosen it up, see. Now she should work fine."
The other kids faded. Ralph got Hank leaning over the fender, then pinned him there with his shoulder.
"Hank, I want to know straight out where you got that watch you sold Marty."
"I got no watch."
"You had one, a Timex, with calendar, electric. Brand new. You tell me where you got it or we go talk to your dad."
"No, not him. He'd say I stole it and beat me again. He's mean when he's mad."
"Where did you get the watch?"
"From a guy, said he found it. Gave him a dollar for it."
"Who was the guy?"
"A hitchhiker down at the Highway Cafe. Figure he swiped it off somebody."
"No lie?"
"No lie. How much was it worth?"
"Sells for fifty bucks."
"Fifty, wow! I lost out on that one."
Ralph relaxed. The kid sounded straight. He was too scared to lie that well.
"You see any more of them watches, you call me, hear? I'm at the store."
"Yeah, I know."
Ralph closed the hood and drove home. There was another good idea shot. He still figured it was somebody in town. Maybe even somebody who knew the money was still in the store. That could be a couple of dozen people.
The next day I didn't get dressed until noon, lying on the bed, glad that Ralph had fixed his own breakfast. I felt ashamed, like I had cheated on Ralph two nights ago, when he was right inside me. I'd never felt that way before. Was it all over between Ralph and me, or was I just getting my panties too hot for this "manlet" who enjoyed his sex lessons?
Right after lunch I dressed and took the girls for a ride. We have a 1965 Plymouth we kept when Ralph decided he needed a newer car two years ago. It runs well, and it is "my" car whenever I need one. I put the girls in the safe-seats, buckled them in and went for a short ride before nap time.
I came past the junior high school just as the ninth graders were getting out. On the corner I saw one couple kissing. The boy's hand had clamped over the girl's small breast and rubbed slowly. The girl didn't object.
Curious, I parked and watched them. Their bodies were pressed close together. A minute later I saw the boy's hips hump twice and he stiffened. He had climaxed, right there in front of dozens of persons. No one seemed to notice the two.
I saw three boys coming down the sidewalk, all talking. All three had obvious hard-ons. Suddenly I wanted to get out of the car and follow them. I stopped myself before I could reach for the door. What in the world was the matter with me? Was I that wild for sex that I have to go out and chase little boys down the street? I started the car and drove home fast, running one stop sign and jolting to a stop in the side drive a foot over from where I always put the car. No, I wasn't that sick. All I needed was to get to work, to do a good day's housecleaning.
I did. I cleaned everything I could find without waking the girls. And right after supper I fell asleep in the big chair. After the eleven o'clock news Ralph woke me and said it was time to go to bed.
I had a fine night's sleep and the next day I was ready to take on the yard work. But I never got to it. Beth had a little cold and was fussy. Then about two the delivery boy from our neighborhood grocery brought over a small sack of food I had ordered on the phone. His name was Wally, and he was black, one of four families in our town. He grinned and set the sack on the kitchen table.
I don't know how it happened, or why, but suddenly my fingers were shaking so that I couldn't get my purse open.
"Wally, will you help me with this?"
He moved up beside me and I looked closely at his soft chocolate skin. Was it different with a black? Would it be more fun? Suddenly I was boiling hot, sexy hot. That day I hadn't worn a bra, just to try it out, the feeling. I liked it. My breasts did sag a little but I've got a lot to sag. I pushed closer to Wally as he tried to open my purse. My breast touched his arm and he looked at me. Then he looked down. My blouse fell forward a little as I leaned toward him. He could see half of each breast.
Wally laughed softly but didn't move. "Motha, but them are a nice pair," he said softly.
I laughed. "Why, Wally, what a sweet thing to say." My hand crept over to his leg. He felt me touch him. "If you really like them you can do better than just talk." My hand had worked up to his crotch where I could feel him getting hard.
He started to move back. "I don't want to get in no trouble."
"Wally. you won't. What kind of trouble could you get into?" I kept my hand on his crotch, he was getting harder and bigger.
"How old are you, Wally?"
"Almost fifteen."
"Like to work at the store?"
"Sure."
"I'll tell them you're the best delivery boy they've ever had."
"Yeah."
I moved back, caught his hand and put it down the open neck of my blouse. It hung loose, my breasts were burning, my nipples hard.
His touch was like silk, so gentle, hesitant. I was rubbing his hardness through his pants. He grew less hesitant, exploring. His hand toyed with a nipple, moved down under, grasped it and lifted, then came back to the valley between them and tried to go both ways at once.
"Mudder-fooker, I must be dreaming," Wally said, letting his black hands curl around the big breasts he found there so ready, so waiting.
"Darling boy, you're not dreaming," I said, knowing my tits were ready to burst. "Why don't you open my blouse, get a good look?"
I waited. He did nothing. I pulled the blouse open and" shrugged it to the floor, standing before him topless, my nipples both dark purple and pulsating so loud I knew he could hear. I caught his hands and covered myself with his chocolate brown skin.
"Oh, yes, that feels so good." I kept my hands busy, and at last I found his zipper. I pulled it down and worked my hand through his shorts to the glory pole.
"Oh, Wally, he's so strong, and hot!"
The black boy didn't say a thing, just grinned and played with me.
"Why don't you have yourself something to chew on, Wally, either one, or both of them?"
"Mudder-fooker, I think I will." He bent and sucked pn my breasts, nibbled, chewed on my nipples. It sent me through the ceiling.
I kept working on his shorts, at last I pulled his long penis out of his pants. Damn, but it was big!
Bigger around than Ralph's and longer. What a sex pole it was! And it was black. I'd never seen a black one before. It looked just like a white one, except it was brown and purple. It looked so good, so beautiful.
For a moment I missed his hand, then I felt it, low on my crotch, massaging. He knew just where to reach.
"Oh, God, don't do that again, Wally, or I'll flip on my back right here on the kitchen floor."
His hand rubbed again and again, then he reached down both hands and began to pull my panties off. I had on a skirt that day, I'll never know why. But he got them down, halfway, then I was helping him.
Lord, I was wanting it! I've never been so worked up in my life. He was leaning over me as I sat down, then chewing on my breasts, then he pushed my skirt up and went on his knees between my spread legs.
"Wally, hurry! Push that pole up me so far it comes out my mouth! Rush, Wally, rush. The girls might cry or get up or something."
It was fifteen minutes later that he rolled away from me and stood up. I was still feeling over-sexed and satisfied.
"How was it, Wally?"
"Mudder-fooken good."
I laughed. "I'm not sure I know what that means."
"Oh, yeah. It means mother-screwing good."
We both laughed. It had been good, so deliriously, wonderfully good. Twice as wild as with Ralph. No, I had to stop thinking that way.
"Oh, I forgot to pay you for the grocery order," I said moving toward the table where my purse lay. I took out enough money to cover the sales slip and told him to keep the change.
"Wally," I said, touching his hand. "About what happened here just now. I mean...."
"Oh, wow. You don't have to worry none about me, Mrs. Haller. There's still too many big-ass guys in town who say I'm a good niggah. They'd like nothing better than some reason to beat me up, maybe cut off my prick. Damn, I won't even breathe until I get back to the store."
I felt myself relaxing a little. "Wally, we both know it will never happen again, so let me tell you, you're a very nice boy, and you're fantastic with that penis of yours and I wish you every happiness in the years to come. I shook his hand and pressed a five-dollar bill into it. When Wally saw it in his hand his eyes widened. Quickly he slipped off his shoe and tucked the bill into the sole then put the shoe back on.
Wally grinned. "Us niggahs can't be too careful."
"Don't use that word, it's ugly."
He shook his head. "Not when we say it. It's the 'in' thing to say right now. Next week we'll be back to black or brother or fellow slave. It don't matter a hell of a lot to me." He waved and vanished from the kitchen.
I sat down in the nearest chair and shivered. Then I felt a wetness at my crotch and I knew I had to go empty out. God he must have had a bellyful that he shot into me.
The more I thought about it the rest of the afternoon the more surprised and mystified I was. What was this sudden thing I had for boys? I could go to the beach or to the river and see the he-men in their skivvy swim suits and not even feel like thinking that they were sexy. Then just a hint from a teenager and I was flat on my back pulling him into me.
Was I going out of my mind? I looked around, the house was cleaner than usual, the kids well taken care of, my husband trying his best at the store. No, I had a normal if not spectacular family life. So why this sudden interest in the swaying penis between every teenager's legs?
It wasn't because I had an overly strict upbringing. Not that you could notice. My parents were careful, and protected me as most parents did. But my first roll on a blanket with a boy was little more than a mutual treasure hunt. He at last got his hands inside my blouse and played with my growing breasts, and I got a hand down his belt and touched his hot penis. That was it.
I didn't lose my virginity until our senior class prom. My date spent twelve dollars on it and had his dad's car. We went double date with some other kids we knew so our folks said we could stay out until sunup. What they didn't know, and what I didn't know, was that the boys had got together and planned to make out that night or else. They came with blankets and six cans of beer and a windup record player and radios. It was a warm night and first thing I knew Ron and I were all alone. The other two kids were fifty feet away behind a log.
That's when Ron got down to his serious work of seducing me. I'd already had a half a can of beer and before he actually had me ready I was helping him. It was wild. I cried and Jenny, the other girl cried and we ran to each other, both in various stages of undress. Then we went back to our own blankets and by morning I'd been screwed three times and it was starting to feel good. I'll never know how I missed getting pregnant.
No, it wasn't my early sex life, that had been tame compared to most of it in our town.
Then I thought about the store, and how Barth's Five and Ten was also known as Barth's, the place for a girl to get married from. The four girls before me at the store left to get married.
I had no intentions of getting married right away. I was eighteen and worked there a year before I even had a date with Ralph. He was just promoted to assistant manager, so I said sure I'd help him celebrate. He planned it like it was a big deal, so I went along with him. I really had no idea what he had in mind.
CHAPTER FOUR
We drove ten miles to the nicest restaurant around, and he actually ordered champagne and I had steak. It was a marvelous meal, then we danced and he held me very close. On the way home he asked me if he could come home with me so we could dance some more. I said my folks would be up. He scowled and said why didn't we go up to his apartment. We could be sure nobody saw us. It was sneaky, and wild and fun, and as soon as we got inside the door we began undressing each other. It was a mutual thing, I wanted to get laid as bad as he did.
A month later I stayed after quitting time to help him finish marking some stock. We were in the back room and our fingers touched. I reached out first, and the next thing I knew we were kissing and feeling up each other. Ralph put it in me right there in the stock room on top of a lounge pad. He was just climaxing when Mr. Halverson walked in. We hadn't undressed, just taken off my panties, but Mr. Halverson didn't seem at all mad.
"Mr. Halverson, it's all right, we're going to get married," I blurted out.
Ralph had caught my hand and squeezed it so hard I almost cried. Mr. Halverson laughed and looked at Ralph who confirmed it. Then he told Ralph to go on home. He had the morning shift. I could clean up the rest of the marking things.
As soon as Ralph left Mr. Halverson told me he knew that I had trapped poor Ralph, and he approved, but first he had to see what Ralph was getting. He undressed me, right down to skin. He told me to lay down and he opened his pants and made me take him in my mouth. I was shocked at first, then angry. I told him it would be better if he took his pants off. He did and before he finished with me I had cleaned out almost eighty dollars from his wallet.
He never asked me if I took it, and neither of us spoke about it again. But now Mr. Halverson is division manager, and I'm positive that's why Ralph never has been given his own store.
A week after Mr. Halverson caught us in the back room we announced our engagement. We had talked about it most of that week. I kept asking Ralph if he thought I tricked him or trapped him, and he always said sure, then he'd reach out and grab my boobs and say it didn't matter. He'd never thought in a dozen years that he'd ever marry any breasts like mine. He wasn't concerned about my personality, or my mind, just the old boobs.
Right then I decided we'd announce it and plan a long engagement and in six months or so I'd break it off quietly and get another job. But I never did. Maybe I 'was the one who had been trapped!
That was almost four years ago. I had adapted.
Ralph got over mooning about my breasts and settled down to making good at the store, which he never really had done. I think he has a good record, but as long as Mr. Halverson is upstairs it will be tough for him.
I guess I have made some adjustments too, settled down. I mean with two babies and all those diapers and little dresses and formulas and washing, washing, washing.
Then Tom came and blew the whole damn thing apart. Why? I don't know. I just didn't know. And this was Friday and tomorrow we were going up to Beaver Lake Falls for an overnight campout. All of us Hallers. Tim, and his mother Mildred and husband Sam. Sam is Ralph's brother, the one still in town. He's a mailman and happy as a clam. Tom was bringing a buddy along. I felt a sudden surge of excitement. The woods really turn me on. After we went to bed in our tent, I'd have to have a good balling from Ralph. If I could talk him into it. He usually fished about ninety percent of the time we were camping, and he was so tired he couldn't eat. But not this time.
Tom would be there. So what, who cared? Tom would be with his little buddy, fishing or boating or swimming. I and Milly would knit or play with the girls, or cook and wash the dishes. Sure that would be all there was to it. But somehow I had the feeling it really wouldn't turn out that way at all.
Ralph wasn't about to go up to the lake without another try to solve the crime. He felt a personal involvement, since he knew the combination and had to be automatically considered a suspect. Only he had a door key, too, so why would he break in?
He kept going back to the cloth. It had to mean something. And the more he thought about it the more he remembered seeing it, but where?
He gave up on that tack and tried to figure out who could be involved who knew the money hadn't been deposited. The stock boy Jerry might have known, but he was too slow witted to figure it out. And Ralph was sure he didn't know the safe combination. That left Carol, their full time clerk, and Joyce the part timer. Carol had worked until closing that night. Mr. Landis had cleaned out the cash registers and made out the deposit slips. Why didn't he make the deposit?" Easy, Mr. Landis was very rigid. Taking the money up to the bank night depository was Ralph's job, so he should do it.
He thought about Carol. She was unmarried. He knew only a little about her, a big girl, redhead, slender but with a good figure. She lived in an apartment and drove a Volkswagen.
How could he check up on her. The bank. He knew one of the tellers. He could have her check the deposit record in her savings and checking accounts. The teller would do it on the sly for him, Ralph was sure.
Friday night he took a detour on his way home and went past the house that had been cut into four apartments. Carol's was the right front, ground floor. He had taken her home one night when her car had been broken down. He parked across the street and sat a moment. As he watched a shade in the bedroom went up, and then another. It wasn't quite dark yet. Lights were not on. Two or three minutes later a form of a man came out her door and walked down the street.
He was little more than a shadow, with a hat, which was unusual since almost no one around there wore hats. Ralph watched the man until he turned the corner, then he started his car and tried to follow him.
By the time Ralph got to the corner, the man had vanished. He let the car slow at the curb, then fifty feet ahead of him he saw a car spout exhaust as it started. It must be the same man. Ralph moved his car ahead quickly and caught the license plate number, GFU-009. The car was a Mustang, yes, about a 1970 model. He wouldn't forget it. Ralph stopped and wrote down the license number in his billfold, then drove around the block and stopped in front of the apartment. He hesitated, then got out.
At the door he pushed her bell and felt a little nervous. He wasn't used to calling on single women at their apartments at night.
Carol had always been all business at work, proper, efficient, and dressed conservatively. Now when she came to the door her long hair was down, and she wore a pink flowered robe which could have been thicker it seemed to him. She seemed surprised.
"Oh, Mr. Haller, come in, come in." She pulled the robe more closed at the top but still left a generous portion of her throat and upper chest exposed. "My sister left a few moments ago, and I thought she was coming back."
"No, I just got to thinking about that robbery at the store. Did you notice anything unusual when you locked up?"
She shook her head and forgot about holding the robe.
"No. I put the lock on the front door, hung up my smock and told Mr. Landis goodnight. He said he'd clean out the till and close the back door." She moved toward him a little, and the robe swung open more, now showing the swell of her left breast. Ralph swallowed and looked away.
"I've been trying to figure out who could have known the money was there, and it's bugging me."
"Can I get you a drink, or coffee?"
"No, I can't stay, just got to wondering about that night again."
She moved and the robe swung sideways, showing the left breast right up to her nipple. He saw the pink circle around the nipple and again looked away.
"If you want to sit down, I might be able to think of something else that night that was important."
He shook his head. "No, thanks, I've got to be going."
She took a step toward him and her leg came through the front opening of the robe, flashing soft pink thigh more than halfway to her crotch. She stood very close to him and leaned forward.
"Look, I know it gets rough at work, and sometime if you need to relax, have a drink and talk, I'm almost always here. Just give me a call or tell me at work. I think of you as my second boss, and if I can do anything...." She let it hang, then pushed in close and touched her lips to his cheek. He felt her breasts brush his shirt. "Any little thing at all, you just let me know. Promise?"
He knew he couldn't speak. He nodded, stepped away from her and grabbed twice before he got the doorknob in his hand. He waved and vanished through the opening.
All the way home he was sweating, he had a pounding stiffy that wouldn't go away. The woman had propositioned him for God's sake! He could have screwed her right there. The more he thought of it, the more he decided she had just been laid by the guy she had followed around the corner.
Damn! He sure as hell was going to check out that license number and see who it belonged to. He could tell Norm that the car was seen in the alley the night of the robbery. It couldn't hurt anything. He'd tell Norm to keep it confidential at least for right now.
Before he got home Sam began thinking about the lake and the fishing. It was the first weekend he'd had off in six months. Saturday was thenbiggest day at the store. He said the day would count as part of his vacation. Mr. Landis had agreed.
They left at 6 a.m. Saturday morning and drove the hundred miles to the lake. He didn't see why they called it Beaver Lake in the first place, and the falls had long since vanished. But the lake was pretty and the fishing excellent. It had both pan fish and lake trout. Ralph was looking forward to two days of non-stop fishing. Sam and Milly had driven up Friday afternoon to get the tenting spaces and had the camp all fixed by the time they arrived about eight on Saturday.
It was beautiful, with tall pines coming down almost to the edge of the lake. We were the last tent in the tents-only section, and could look out on a mile of lake and not see a soul. It was one huge green living room.
"Ralph, it's marvelous," I screeched, hugging him the minute he stepped out of the car. "The air is so fresh, and the sky so blue. Let's move up here and live."
He pushed me away and pulled the tent from the car. It took him half an hour to get the tent set up and all our gear stowed inside. Then he ran for the lake to find Sam who he was sure had a dozen fish already.
Milly had waved from a hammock strung between two trees.
"This is where I'm going to be for the duration," she said. "Just me and my book and a long, tall cool drink."
It was the first time I realized that Milly was hitting the juice. I shrugged, everybody is allowed one little vice.
"Those two boys took off at dawn to fish and swim. We probably won't see them until it gets dark."
I took a ball of binder twine from the tent and began stringing it around the area, looping it around trees about two feet off the ground. I made two circles before Milly saw what I was doing.
"It's the corral."
"A what?" she asked, abandoning the hammock.
"A pen for the girls. When they get tired of playing in the tent I'm going to have a pen all set up for them. Whenever they come to the string they can't go any farther."
"Beast."
"True, but a practical one."
"Any trouble finding us?"
"No."
She offered me a drink, a very light Canadian Club and ginger ale.
"That son of mine has taken quite a shine to you, Joan. He says his Aunt Joan is his favorite aunt."
I laughed, mostly to cover up the sudden rush of feeling that shot through me. "That's really something, since I'm the only aunt he's ever seen."
"True. Usually he groans when we tell him we're coming fishing. But his buddy Mark is with him and they are actually fishing. At least they started fishing. Most likely they'll end up talking about girls."
"Do boys still do that? I thought with all this sex education they get in school, girls were old hat to a fourteen-year old."
"Joan, you got to be kidding. I find more pictures cut out of Playboy in that kid's room."
"At least he's liking girls, not boys."
"Thank God for that."
"Fish for dinner," Someone shouted behind us.
We both turned and the boys came running into our clearing. Each carried a string of small fish.
"We each caught four," Tom said holding up his stringer. "Mine was the biggest. Can we have them fried for lunch. We're both starved."
"You clean them, I'll cook them," I said. Just seeing Tom had shot that old thrill through me that I couldn't understand or explain.
"Right-on!" he said and pulled a hunting knife from a sheath on his belt and looked for a place to ready the fish.
I pan fried them in butter and they were delicious, if you could get around the bones. The men didn't come back for lunch. Let them starve. After the boys finished the meal they worked on the fire pit, lugging in some rocks, then Tom ran into his tent and came out in his bathing trunks.
"Come on, Mom. You promised to take us swimming, remember."
Milly wailed. "Not just after lunch. I've got this magazine I'm reading." She looked at me. "In half an hour your Aunt Joan will take both of you swimming. She said she wanted to get some sun and this will give her a good excuse."
"Hey, neat, how about it, Aunt Joan?"
I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but I saw a sparkle in his eyes which said he knew damn well I would take them.
"There's this little stream with a falls up the lake shore about a quarter of a mile or so. It's a great spot with some flat rocks that soak up the sun. Water's cold but it's a great place to splash."
"Well, okay, but we have to be back in plenty of time to get dinner started. I've got a fish stew recipe I want to get started."
"Fish again?"
"Three times a day." I grinned at them. "I'll get my swim suit on and be back out."
Inside the tent I pulled down the door flap and stood there shaking. I didn't know what to wear. I brought two suits, one the modified bikini with the bigger bottom and skimpy top. At last I laid out the two piece with the big shorts and larger halter style top. I put on a terry cloth shortie top over my suit and carried a towel. On my feet I had sneakers.
It took us a half hour to walk around the edge of the lake and find the place. It was "upstream" on the lake, away from the other campers, away from everything. We didn't see a soul as we walked, then Tom pointed to a small stream and turned into the thick woods. I don't see how they ever found the place. We struggled through brush for what seemed like a block, then broke into a clearing. The stream was not over a yard wide here, flowing through rocks and a grassy little glen. Ahead a four foot falls chattered and splashed. There was no place to swim, but we could get wet.
"It's delightful!" I said, smiling at the two boys. "Just wonderful, I don't see how you found it."
"We looked," Tom said. He pulled off his shoes and splashed into the water at the falls, ducking under it and came out sputtering. "Damn, that's cold!"
I laughed.
"You be good or we'll throw you in," he said. I laid out my towel and sat on it, letting the sun soak into my pale skin. I had to get more sunshine.
It felt marvelous. As I sat there I studied the other boy, Mark was his name. He was a little shorter than Tom, heavier, with broader shoulders and thicker legs. He had a good suntan and the beginnings of black hair on his legs and chest. Probably at his crotch too, I thought.
They came running out of the water and put towels down on each side of me snapping wetness at me just to see me shiver. Just watching Tom walk up made me shiver. His bathing trunks were the new mini kind that almost covered him.
"This is really the life, isn't it, boys? Just splashing and then warming up in the sun."
"I'm warmed up already."
"Now, Tom, you stop that and be good, or I'll tell your dad."
"Aw, you wouldn't do that. We were hoping you'd tell us about girls. Just what is menstruation, anyway?"
I looked at him. He seemed sincere. Mark had turned toward me now and seemed to be staring at my breasts, then he looked up.
"Yes, ma'am, we'd sure like to know." Mark said.
"It's really simple. Each month a woman produces an egg that can be fertilized and developed into a baby. If the egg does not become fertile, at a certain time it is loosened and is discharged with a certain amount of blood from the woman's vagina. It usually happens about every twenty-eight days. There is nothing unusual or secret about it. During these times a woman often feels irritable, gets angry easily, and upset. Some girls don't go out for gym classes when they start their periods. It's all a very natural process which you should know about."
"Do you do it?" Tom asked.
"Yes, of course, every woman does, unless she's pregnant, or until she gets to be about forty-five. Then the process stops."
"Yeah, see, dumb-nuts, I told you so," Tom said to Mark. "Now tell him that jacking off doesn't hurt a guy."
"Tom, now you stop talking that way."
"Oh, come on, Aunt Joan. He doesn't have a great aunt like I do to tell him things, teach him things."
I shivered as Tom touched my side. I turned to look at Mark. His hand was over his crotch and I was sure he had a hard-on.
"Mark the polite word is masturbation. No, it doesn't hurt a person, physically. Of course it shouldn't be done very often or it can slow up a boy's normal social development."
I knew the boys were looking at my breasts. I glanced down quickly, saw my halter was in place. They were burning again. Damn, Tom looked delicious. I simply had to keep my hands off him or I'd be lost.
"I thought maybe you would tell us some more about girls," Tom said. "You know, about breasts."
I flushed, Tom saw it and grinned.
"Tom, don't." I said sharply.
"Hell...." he turned away.
I couldn't stand it. "Tom, it's all right. I touched his shoulder and he turned back. I couldn't take my hand away. I rubbed his shoulder, then his neck. "Tom, would you like to see a woman's breasts? If you boys promise not to tell your folks, I'll let you have a quick little look."
Tom nodded. I looked at Mark. His hand was rubbing his hardness through his suit.
"Swell, I won't tell," Mark said.
"You sure there's nobody else around?"
Tom nodded. "Remember how we crashed brush to get in here? Nobody, but nobody is anywhere near us."
"Okay, but if anyone shows up, we run, right?" I looked at Tom, he was such an attractive boy! But I had to keep myself in check, especially since Mark was there. I had to!
"Mark, Tom, a woman's breasts are special. A man doesn't have any, right? So boys get curious. They're glands, that develop because of female hormones. Some are larger than others, but just because a woman has small breasts doesn't mean she isn't sexy." I reached in back of me and began to untie the halter. "Mark, breasts are sensitive, so never pinch them or hit them, you could injure them quite easily. But most women do like it when a man tells her she has good breasts or that they attract him." The knot came undone and I sat there with the cloth hanging on my tits by its own weight.
"Now remember, boys, I'm not doing this for any sexual reason, it's like a class, I just want you to understand about a woman's breasts so you won't be just curious." I let the cloth slide down to expose the tops of my breasts. It wasn't supposed to be a strip tease, but it turned out that way. I stopped the cloth. "Remember, if anybody says I showed my chest to you I'll deny it, and I'll find some way to pay you back if you do tell. Understood?"
Both heads bobbed. My breasts were both on fire now, I could hardly wait to get the halter down. I let it drop to my lap.
"Great sucking guns, look at them!" Mark said. "Like wow! I've never seen any that big, I mean...."
"Yeah, Aunt Joan, you've got great ones. Could I touch one, just to see how soft they are?"
I wasn't sure if I could talk. My breath came in ragged gasps and I knew my crotch had leaked through the thin material of my swim suit bottom. Slowly I nodded. Tom put his hand on me and began a slow practiced caress that drove me right up the nearest pine tree.
I picked up Mark's hand and put it on the other mound and then I did go through the sky. It was remarkable, so wonderful that I couldn't even try to describe it. My mind floated a foot off my head, it was gone somewhere else. But I could feel my body responding. Both nipples jerked up like they had been inflated with a tire pump. My breasts burned and throbbed. I saw Mark had his hand on his crotch. Tom's other hand had his penis out of his pants and he slowly pumped it back and forth. Mark saw Tom and grinned.
"Hell, why not?" He opened his pants and pulled out his, a long one, and skinny but ramrod stiff and ready.
"Tom, you aren't suppose to expose yourself that way."
"Yeah, Aunt Joan with the big boobs hanging out, tell me all about it."
"Tom, I'll have to leave."
"No, damn no, don't leave," Mark said.
I tried, I really tried to get up the courage and the strength to push them away and stand up and get out of there. But I couldn't even reach for my bra top. Slowly I moved my face until I was closer to Tom, then I kissed his lips. Full and hard on his young boy lips, and I shoved my tongue down his mouth and into his throat. He groaned and dropped his hand to my crotch. His fingers seemed to know what to do. They pushed my legs apart, then rubbed right on my clit until I knew I was going to climax.
He broke the kiss and moved my mouth to Mark, who seemed surprised but met my lips with a furious kiss. As it hit me I knew something else was happening, something wild, delicious. Then I knew. Tom had moved his lips to my tit and was chewing, sucking on me. It felt so good I wailed right through Mark's mouth. My hands found Mark's dong and I played with it. He was groaning and I knew he was cumming. I caught the goodness in my hand and rubbed it on my breasts. I'd heard it was good for the skin.
Tom kept chewing my other tit, then he pushed me down on the blanket and I pulled at the ties on my panties until they came lose and fell away.
"Keeeeerist! Real girl meat!" Mark said softly.
Mark's hands were back on my boobs, rubbing them, playing with the nipple.
"You ever made love with a girl before, Mark?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Just a little messing around, you know, tit pulling in the dark. Once it got hot and she let me get my hand into her panties, but I never even got into her fur."
"You ever been given a head-job, sucked off?"
He giggled. "No. A man offered to do it once. He was queer."
"It's all right if a girl does it, Mark. Want me to?"
"Oh, great sucking guns! Would you?"
I went down on his tool. It had collapsed, but now was beginning to stir. I licked him from tip to roots and before I was done he was stiff. I kissed his mouth and smiled. "Just relax, little Mark, this won't hurt at all."
He was beside me, I was still on my back and reached over toward him. Just as I did I saw Tom go between my legs and lift my knees.
"Hey, Aunt Joan, how about twice at once?" He was playing with my juiced up, anxious crotch. I nodded and he lowered toward my hole.
I got Mark's long dong into my mouth just as Tom slid into me and I thought I was going to go into hysterics. I climaxed. Tremor after tremor shattered my body. I shook and rattled and moaned as it built and built. Just as I surged up and over the top I dropped his penis from my mouth and screamed. A second later it was done and I fell into their arms. Both were looking at me in surprise, with a touch of fear.
"Aunt Joan, you okay?" Tom asked.
"Wow, of great screwing wow!" I took a dozen deep breaths and then opened my eyes. "Am I okay? Hell yes! That was one of the best climaxes I've ever had. A woman keeps building and building and sometimes it never comes, but when it does, look out, I exploded."
Tom was still inside me, he grinned and began stroking into me. He was slow.
"You jerk off this morning, Tom?"
He laughed and nodded. "I thought so. Save it for some girl, don't waste it in your hand or some tissue."
Then I went back to Mark who had softened a little, but soon he was hard again and I had all I could do to keep his long dong from choking me. Somehow this time I couldn't let it slide into my throat cavity. Instead I began nibbling at his sensitive head with my teeth and making it slant off the roof of my mouth. Four more strokes and he exploded, shooting jolt after jolt of jism into my mouth. I lapped it up, marveling how each shot tasted a little different than the last. Then he was done and came away.
Tom was pumping his little boy tool into me. hard then.
"Goddamn, goddamn," he said. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his torso locking them over his back. He slid into me a little deeper, then dropped his mouth to mine as he began to gasp and suck air and pound into me half a dozen times, firing globs of cum inio my wet, hungry hole.
Tom marveled at the way this woman made him perform. He'd jerked off twice last night, and twice this morning, and still he was shooting the old juice like crazy. It was Aunt Joan, it was woman Joan. Those big boobs of hers made him almost shoot his wad every time he looked at them. Damn he had it made with an aunt like her. He figured the least he could do was share a little with his best buddy Mark.
Mark said if they did make out, they would take a shot at Mark's older sister. She was eighteen and he knew she'd been laid. For a while she kept popping into his bedroom without knocking. Once he was just stepping out of his pants. She had grinned and told him to go ahead and take off his shorts. He did, then took a step toward her. She said to give her a week, she was on the rag. But she had promised!
Now Tom shot the last of his seed deep into her and all at once he wondered how she'd keep from getting pregnant. She was probably on the pill. He relaxed and felt her push his tongue out of her mouth and uncoil her legs. Damn, that had been the best one yet!
Joan lay there beside him, and Mark didn't know what to think. Tom told him she was twenty-five or twenty-six. She sure knew how to cum, and suck. Goddamn, he'd been sucked off by a real woman! He almost got another hard-on. He looked at her, she was on her back. He reached out and played with her boobs, so big, so beautiful. He was going to have to get her. to lean over him and drip one of those glorious globs of girl meat into his mouth. Goddamn, that would be something.
I felt the boy playing with me. It was good. I knew I was still on fire. The furnace was still burning hot. As I looked back on what had happened just now I couldn't even remember the boys taking off their trunks. Maybe they just pushed them down.
"Let's all get wet," I said, sitting up suddenly. "We can wash off and then have a little play time while we dry out in the sun."
The first time I put my toe in the water I yelped. It was that cold. None of us had bothered to put back on swim suits. It just didn't seem like we needed to. Gradually I stepped into the little pool under the falls. It wasn't much bigger than a bathtub, and about three feet deep. I got used to the cold water gradually until I could stretch out in the water. I floated on my back. When I do that just a V of brown cunt hair, and about half of each breast and my face shows out of the water. The boys went into hysterics over it.
Tom walked in beside me and played with my cold boobs.
"Hey, you ever been made in the water?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I don't think it can be done."
"Why?" Mark asked.
"Look at your tools, both soft and shriveled up."
"I can get mine hard," Tom said. "Do it all the time in the swimming pool. Even felt up a girl under water once."
"But that water is warmer than this." Even as I said it I watched his penis rise. A moment later it stood hard and hot and ready. I spread my legs, and he went between them.
"We can't here, you'll sink," he said.
I floated over to a big rock near one side and got my ass on it, my hole was still under water. "Go ahead," I said. "But I bet it won't work."
He got me where he wanted me and then put his hot dick under water. I expected it to sizzle and steam but it didn't. He probed between my legs and I realized my cunt was shriveled up too. I got my fingers down there and rubbed it and pulled at it until it began to relax, to open, then he was inside me! I hardly believed it. He was pumping at me, and each stroke sent a little wave of water at my nose. I had to lift my face out of the water and push up with my hands.
Tom stood in about two feet of water and met my ass at exactly the right angle. I wanted to laugh, but I knew not to. Damn, but it felt funny, not like I was getting screwed, more like I was getting my hole pumped out. He stroked a dozen more times, but couldn't cum and came out of me. I was cold then. I patted him on his prick and told him it was all right, we'd make up for it later.
The three of us lay in the sun, bare-assed on our towels, and side by side, letting the sun soak into our bodies. The boys were on their stomachs, then turned over and each began caressing a breast.
"I think you guys are tit happy," I said.
"Hell, this is heaven," Mark said. "I never expect to see anything like this again, so I'm gonna make it in the sun while I can. Hey, if I lay on my back would you get on all fours over me and drop one of those goodies into my mouth?"
"Yeah, I like that, like I'm feeding you grapes." I moved up and did as he asked and he lay there moaning and jerking off. I didn't stop him.
Suddenly I knew I had more company.
"Hey, how about a dog-fashion one?" Tom said.
"Now how do you know about that?" I asked.
"Hell, it's in all the marriage manuals. Says it's the basic way for man before he learned to walk erect. Also says it's tough but very productive, whatever that means."
"You'll come in a hell of a hurry," I said. "Go ahead." I felt him behind me spreading my asscheeks, checking out my bung.
"It's the bottom hole, not my asshole," I told him.
"Yeah, yeah." He probed, bent his knees more, then found the angle and glided into me like silk. Not even Ralph had ever given me such a good dog go. The kid was a natural. But it was fast. He pumped exactly eight times before he shot and came out of me almost at the same time.
He lay down beside me panting hard.
"Wow, like I don't feel too well," Tom said.
"Your gut kinda upset?" I asked.
He nodded.
"How many times you climaxed in the past 24 hours?"
He thought a minute, then held up his hands.
"Eight times! You little cockhound. No wonder you've got an aching stomach. Only it isn't there it's a little lower and farther behind. You just lay still for about ten minutes, then have a drink of water and you'll feel better."
I pulled my breast out of Mark's mouth. "Chow time all over for today," I told him. "Time we got some swim suits back on and then soon we'll hike back to camp. We can't be gone too long."
They both protested, but I told them to shape up or I'd say they tried to get fresh with me. I knew Tom's dad Sam would knock the kid down if I even suggested he tried anything. I knew I wouldn't have to say anything, just a threat was enough. We dressed, splashed in the water some more to get our suits wet and then walked back to the camp. We made good time, since I felt we had been gone too long already. But when we got back the men were still fishing, and Milly had gone to sleep in the hammock. Her drink had dropped from her hand to the ground. I rescued the glass and put the boys to getting some wood for our bonfire that evening.
When Milly came around I had half the things ready for dinner. I had foresaken the camp stove and had made a small cooking fire with rocks around it. An aluminum coffee pot sat on a hot rock with a bubbling brew all waiting, I called it my back burner.
I'd changed my mind about fish stew, instead I planned to cook the fish sealed up in aluminum foil right over the small grill that we always take when we camp. I guessed at three minutes per side for the fish. Since I had time I made a test. We took one of the small trout the boys had caught that morning, buttered it and put in salt and pepper, a tomato ring and an onion and green pepper ring, then sealed up the foil and put it over the coals. The three minutes were not quite enough for the heat of coals we had, so we gave it another minute and it was perfect.
"Not bad," Mark said taking a bite of the fish when I opened the foil. He was shielded from Milly and put his left hand down my loose blouse front. I sucked in a breath, then lifted my knee and tapped his crotch with it, demonstrating what I could have done to him. He pulled his hand back and winced.
The men came back a few minutes later. They each had their limit of big lake trout, one of them going five pounds. Ralph began filleting the bigger fish and gave me the rest. By the time he was done I had dinner on the picnic table. Boiled potatoes in a cheese sauce, green beans, a tossed salad and about ten foil fried trout. We ate till we busted!
Sam is a nice guy, not at all like his brother Ralph. Sam is quiet, really a smart man, and a history teacher at the high school. From what I hear he does a good job. We used to play pinochle, until Sam got interested in bridge, but Milly has no head for cards so that went down the drain in a rush. But Sam is a strong man, who knows what he wants and goes after it. I wish some of that had rubbed off on Ralph.
That night we had a sing around the campfire, and the men began to tell stories about mountain lions and bears that always came swooping down out of the hills to carry off a spare arm or a leg. They really got the boys scared. They had planned on sleeping above camp about a hundred yards, but when we turned in the boys were snuggled up next to the campfire, and they asked if they could let the Coleman lantern stay on until after they went to sleep. Sam grinned and said sure.
Now that I thought about it, I was surprised that Milly had gone to sleep while she was supposed to be watching Beth and Becky that afternoon. But the girls had gone down for an early nap when we left and didn't wake up until well after our swim and play time was over and we were back in camp. But I knew that I couldn't trust Milly to watch the kids again, not while she had a bottle with her.
That night in our big double sleeping bag, I rolled over and felt for Ralph's crotch. I knew he wasn't asleep yet. The girls were bouncing around in their fitful way of sleeping in the port-a-crib at the side.
Ralph chuckled. "This woods and outdoors really turns you on, Joan, doesn't it?"
"Yes, you too tired?"
He didn't say anything. Instead I played with his penis. He really goes for that, and before long I had him stiff and hard. He turned over and kissed me, then got his hands into my breasts.
"Babe?"
"Yes."
"Hey, why don't we just kind of fool around tonight? I'm so damn tired I can't even crawl on top of you."
"Sure," I said, not really liking it. "You just got my rocks off anyway by playing with me."
"Want a couple of fingers on the clit?"
"No. I'm kinda tired too."
So I went to sleep still holding his big cock in my hand. I don't know when it relaxed, but it was gone when I woke up the next morning. In fact the whole man was gone. One more day of fishing the lake.
Milly had been up and got breakfast for the men. The boys had moved into Milly's tent for another hour of sleep. I came out scratching and yawning. I was surprised the girls weren't screaming for their breakfast.
Most of the morning was used up with the girls, getting them fed and washed up and changed. Then we went on a walk down to the lake and I let them splash for a while in a shallow near the shore. I had on my bathing suit bottom and an old blouse without a bra. Oh, that felt good. The boys got up and ate, then went exploring.
By noon both Beth and Becky had seen enough of their string domain inside our little campsite. They kept getting out. I had been chasing after them all morning. Milly volunteered to take them for a walk down to the end of the tent campsites and back. I thanked her and went into our tent and started to pull off my blouse.
Suddenly I wanted to laugh. The two boys had pulled up the back tent stakes and slipped into our tent. Both had their pants open and dicks in hand pumping away for dear life. It was a race. I turned toward them and slid out of my blouse.
"Maybe this will help," I said softly. They both nodded and came at the same time. I turned back to the front of the tent and let down the door and zipped the netting. When I turned back, I was wiggling out of my shorts.
The boys were gone, I had dressed again and taken a short nap when Ralph nudged me.
"Hey, no fair sleeping when you're out camping," Ralph said. "You can sleep at home. Come out here and get us hard-working fishermen some lunch. Checked to see how those trout fillets are holding up in the dry-ice box?"
I shook my head, trying to wake up. Then I was out in the muted sunshine and shade, trying to find something for the men to eat. They settled for Spam, fried and put into sandwiches. Sometime along there I reminded Ralph that the fewer times we opened the cold box, the longer the dry ice would last.
"They said it would hold for thirty-six hours, so we should just about make it," Ralph said. He showed me ten more big brook trout they had caught. It was to be a straight split with Sam as soon as we got them home to the freezer. We'd wrap them and then divide. We would be eating fish twice a week until it was gone.
Milly came back with the girls. One of them was crying when I first saw them. It was Beth, the oldest. At three she could find more problems. This one proved to be a bee string. After we got the soda on it she felt better, then I brought out the big all-day suckers and got both of them under control. Both of them were mean tired, so I put them down for their nap.
It was almost three before the boys came back. They both had been hiking it looked like and were bushed. They ate whatever they could find and flaked out next to an old pine log.
"Damn, wish we had one more day out here," Ralph said. "Wonder what the boss would say if I came in a day late and told him I had car trouble?"
"He'd do the same thing my principal would do, fire me! So when do we pack up?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Monday morning before work, Ralph stopped by at the police station and talked to Norm Warnick, the patrolman who came on at 8 a.m. Warnick said he sure would check out the license with the state vehicle department. He telephoned on a special line and in five minutes they had the owner's name, Jennings Auto Lease.
"Great," Ralph said. "We still don't know who's the driver, who leased it."
"Find out easy enough, just give Jennings a call," Warnick said. "It's only in the next town, ten miles away."
Ralph nodded and turned. "Probably not important anyway. Anybody could have been in the alley that night." But as he left, Ralph was figuring it. Could it be a pattern? A kind of double life somebody in town was living? Why have a leased car? It cost more that way, he knew; he had checked out the cost figures. He would find out as soon as he had time. He'd have to pose as an insurance man or something. That wouldn't be hard.
Work went as usual, but at noon, Ralph went to the hardware store and talked to Mr. Miller. He had cut off a foot of the robbery rope and showed it to him.
"Where would rope like that come from?" he asked.
The old hardware store man fingered it a minute and sighed. "That is one nice piece of line. Haven't seen anything like that for a couple of years. It's pure nylon, used a lot around boats for tie downs and for big spars on some sailing rigs. Beautiful material, and costs like the devil. We don't even stock it."
He glanced up and grinned.
"You still playing detective on that robbery?" the man asked. Ralph nodded.
"Look what I got in the mail today."
The store,, owner held out a Timex wristwatch with month and day calendar and a black band. It was identical to those stolen. Ralph checked it carefully.
"Brand new."
"Never been worn, no crease on the band." Miller said. "Could it be one of the stolen ones?"
"Sure looks like it. Have you touched the back of it?"
"Not yet. Fingerprints?"
"Should be. Put it in a little sack for me, Harry."
This time when Ralph went to the police station, he took the watch and asked the policeman to look for fingerprints. Warnick just shook his head.
"Not here, no equipment. I'll send it into the county and we'll get a report in two or three days."
"If that's the best we can do," Ralph said and went back to work.
He didn't know how to act around Carol, but as the day went on it seemed that nothing had happened. She called him Mr. Hallar as she had been told to by Mr. Landis the manager, and smiled and didn't mention the other night. Once they were both in the back room looking for some merchandise. Mr. Landis and the other girl were busy with customers.
She moved over beside him. "Hey, Mr. Haller, I didn't mean to come on too strong the other night, know what I mean? I was just feeling a little squirrelly." She caught his hand and pulled it up on her breast. "But any time you need some ... help, just let me know. It would be a pleasure." She reached up and kissed his lips hard, pushing her tongue against his lips, then pulled away and went out of the stock room smiling.
His hand still tingled where it had touched her. I'll be damned, she really did mean it, he thought.
All day Monday I was in a daze. I got a good night's sleep, and the girls were not as much trouble as they usually are. They even took a long nap. But deep down in my guts something felt wrong.
Little boys.
I was balling little boys, and I was loving it. Not just making love to them, I was enjoying teaching them, playing with their pricks, telling them about girls, showing them how to give a girl more pleasure, demonstrating all the ways of making love and giving enjoyment to a sex partner. Was I turning into some kind of a strange person?
I'd heard about women who go for boys, but that was just a wild thing you "hear." It never happened to anyone that I knew.
I tried to analyze it. I mean, I'm no head shrinker, or shrink, as the kids say today. But at least I know what I like and what gets me excited, and what makes me climax. Right now the only tag I could put on it was sex. Hell, I'd made it in bed several times with Ralph since I'd first touched Tom. He didn't turn me off now because of Tom, and I still loved the guy and wanted to stick close as glue to him, so it wasn't that. I couldn't even be having the seven-year marriage itch because we hadn't been married that long. I wasn't bored or stale or depressed or anything. I simply liked to play around with little boys, and touch their soft young skin and play with their darling little tools.
Damn, maybe I should go see a shrink. Maybe that's what I need after all. He is the professional, maybe he could get me turned around.
Not that I think it's anything wrong. So far I've been a teacher to the boys, just the three. And Mark was a kind of accident. I never would have played with him if he hadn't been along with Tom.
While the boys troubled me, they didn't put me out of commission. I kept the house sparkling clean, and had time to work on the lawn when the girls had their nap. I had put in some spring flowers and they were up and needed weeding and some cultivation. I'd have to save the grass clippings to get the soil loosened up a little. It was far too heavy. Maybe I could get some sawdust.
The paper dropped almost at my feet. I looked up and smiled. It was Pete, our paper boy.
"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Haller, but I'd like to collect for last month. I'm a little late."
"Sure, come on inside and I'll get my purse. How about a cold Coke? You can take it with you."
I was still thinking about where I could get some sawdust when I noticed that Pete had followed me all the way into the bedroom where my purse was. I didn't intend for him to do that. I reached for the money and shrugged. As I gave him the money I noticed the bulge at his fly. It seemed all teenage boys walked about with hard-ons these days. I'd tease him about it.
"Pete, I'd be glad to give you the money for the paper, but now I wish I hadn't. I see you've got a problem."
"Huh, what problem?" He had the three dollars safely tucked into his billfold and it slid into his back pocket.
"Pete, don't you know? You've got a strange swelling there near your waist." I stepped toward him and reached down and rubbed his stiffy through his pants.
"Yeah," he said and laughed. "I don't get in many pretty ladies' bedrooms."
I moved toward him again, now my breasts picked up the scent and began to warm, to tingle, and to burn. "You have a couple of minutes to fool around? I bet I could reduce the swelling."
He stood there, not knowing what to do. I was sure he'd never been propositioned before. I knelt in front of him and kissed the bulge, then I rubbed it hard and hugged him around his slender boy hips. He was just under fourteen, he had told me he was going to buy a new bike for his birthday. Now he stood rigid. I found his zipper and pulled it down, then unhooked the fastener at his waist and pulled down his pants. His legs were hairless and strongly built. He wore boxer style shorts, and the swelling was still there.
I couldn't keep my hands off his legs, rubbing them, playing with them right up to his crotch. He coughed and looked up.
"Pete, you know I'm not going to hurt you, right? But you came into my bedroom, and that's like asking a girl to screw you, did you know that?"
He blushed. I didn't think kids could do that today. Slowly I began to pull down the long shorts. I got them over his navel and he started to say something.
Maybe he wasn't ready. I pulled him down on the bed and sat beside him. Then I unzipped the blouse I had on, and let it slide off my arms.
"Pete, this isn't a one-sided deal. You get to look at me too. Would you like to see my breasts?"
He cleared his throat, his eyes darting, alert. He nodded.
I reached behind me and undid my bra hook, and pulled the flopper-stopper off. "Oh, my ... wow!"
He stared at me, just looked, his eyes as big as full moons, and he began to shiver.
Well, I undressed him and found his long rod, and we had a long, sweet playtime. When we were both done, he lay on the bed beside me a minute.
"Damn, I never would have believed it." He got up and put on his clothes, then looked at his watch.
"Holy cow, I'm late. I got to go."
I watched him, so soft, so tender, so delicious.
He looked at me and I spread my legs wider, humped up my crotch toward him. He shook his head, came back and kissed my breasts one last time and ran out of the room. I heard the front door bang and went to the window so I could see him jump on his bike and pedal away as if the circulation manger was after him.
I lay there thinking. It had been marvelous, again. It didn't seem to matter who I was with. If he was a young boy, even if he was black, he turned me on like a tornado. I didn't care if it was a white or a black tornado. I rolled over and pulled on my panties. I wasn't about to question any of it now. I was still in glorious after-glow. I knew I could cum again with about two touches on my electric button, but I didn't want that. All I wanted to do was lay there with my legs spread and my breasts hanging loose ,and free and remember Pete, and how he had made me so tremendously happy for a few minutes.
CHAPTER SIX
I didn't want to get up. I just lay there thinking. What did I know about sex when I was fourteen? Not very much. I had started my periods, and I had been on a few dates. My boobies were already 35 inches-I was as big in front as my mother, because I had to borrow one of her bras one night. I'd been felt up once or twice by then, and I was curious but not too curious.
It was my next date after the senior prom that we got a little wild. I got screwed the first time after the prom, on that "safe" double date. So the same two couples decided to have another date. I talked with Barbara, the other girl. She was my best friend and she was known as being kind of wild. We decided that if we went out with the same boys again, together, they would want to do the same thing. We could arrange to prevent it, or to let them have their way.
I was a little scared. I told her my period was coming up and she said if I could arrange to stay over at her house she could help me if I thought I was in trouble.
At last we both decided we might as well have one more fling, get the rest of our sex education. I was nervous the two days left until Friday night. Then Friday I seemed to have decided whatever was coming, was coming.
My date's name was Jim and I liked him. He was on the baseball team and had been in football too. He was almost six feet tall and really built, I mean strong.
I had arranged to stay over at Barbara's house after the date and got it cleared all around, just to be on the safe side. It was Jim's car and he picked me up first, then the other couple at Barbara's house. First we went to a movie, only it was a drive-in movie. We could hear all sorts of things going on in the back seat but I never looked back. Partway through the show Jim and I started necking. Then he got his hand down the front of my blouse and petted me. He kissed me a long one and put his tongue into my mouth and said it would be a lot more fun if my bra were unsnapped. Without waiting for me to answer he pushed me away from the seat and unhooked my bra. I could have stopped him, but I felt fairly safe in the car, in the theater. Jim's hands were under my blouse now. He had pushed up my bra and had his hands all over my breasts. At first I tried to stop him, then it started to feel good. I mean something strange happened way down deep in my tummy, and I began to sweat and even breathe faster. I wanted to kiss him again. His hands rubbed and rubbed my breasts. I knew they were getting warmer and warmer, and my nipples were even reacting. He bent his head and tried to kiss my boobs, but the blouse was buttoned too high. He undid the buttons and held the cloth over one breast as he kissed the other.
It sent me out of this world! It was the first time I'd ever been kissed on my breasts. I wanted him never to stop.
"Watch it, the manager is coming," Barbara whispered from the back seat.
Jim sat up and I closed my blouse. We were watching the movie when the little man with the flashlight came walking past. Just last week he'd caught a couple of kids from another town making out like crazy on the back seat. This guy had it stuck in her and the doors locked. The manager jumped on the bumper until they came apart and he threw them out of the place. Somehow a big spray of paint got on the trunk lid, it was a big red letter "A."
We watched through the first movie. Jim got his hands on me again, had his arm around me and his hand under my blouse, and I didn't mind. But I didn't know what to do with my hands. I thought of touching his leg, but he might get the wrong idea.
At the end of the first feature Hal in the back seat asked if we were ready to cut out.
Jim said sure, so we unhooked the speaker and drove out. I'm not sure where we went next. We drove for about fifteen minutes. It was some kind of an old house with weeds grown up over it. Abandoned. We went inside, and Jim had a pocketful of candles. We found the living room and set up the candles. It looked almost cheery. The boys laid out two blankets and we all sat on the floor. At once the boys began taking off our blouses.
"Hey, that's not fair," I said. "If we take off our blouses, you guys have to take off your pants." I never thought they would do it, but they pulled them off so quick it caught me by surprise, and I let Jim take my blouse and bra off.
The four of us sat on the floor. It was light enough to see everyone. Both Jim and Hal had lumps under their skivvy shorts. I could see that my breasts were much bigger than Barbara's. Then we were busy, Jim was all over me, petting, caressing, then kissing and chewing on my boobs.
I began to feel all squishy again, not really understanding why. But it felt wonderful. The more he petted me the more I wanted him to. The boys had some cans of beer but I didn't want any. It was so high on petting alone that I didn't want to spoil it.
Suddenly I knew I had to touch him, to take off his shorts and look at his penis. I'd been hearing about them for so long, now was my chance to see one, up close.
My hand went down to his crotch and he moved slightly to give me more room. I rubbed his lump and knew it was long and hard. Then I went to the top and pulled out on the elastic and forced my hand down.
"Oh, yeah, baby! Oh, yeah!" Jim said.
I found him, all hot and slick and actually pulsating. It scared me for a minute, then I grasped the long slender shaft and held on.
Jim came off my breast and moved my hand. In a quick little hump hump with his hips he had his shorts off. I saw his penis swing out as the shorts left it. Lord, it was huge! Bigger than my finger. I remembered how it had hurt once when I pushed my longest finger up my hole. But this thing ... it never would go in me. Then I realized that it had been inside me, just a week ago. I was amazed. He sat still in front of me and let me touch him, to look at him carefully. He put my hand down low so I could touch his beautiful little warm genetalia.
After that it all came together. It was a wild time, first the two, then three and finally all four of us wound up together, petting, loving, eating.
About 12:30, Barbara sat up and yelped.
"Come on we've got to get out of here and home. I've figured my period wrong and I'm so ready to get pregnant I could almost cry. I've got to use that damn douche bag in a big rush!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
A week dragged by. Ralph had called the police station every day and at last they had a report on the prints.
"You trying to make a fool out of me, Haller?" Warnick thundered as soon as Ralph went into the office.
Ralph frowned and shook his head. "No, why?"
"Those prints on that watch were put there by the man who owned it in the first place, your boss, Mr. Paul Landis. We got a check on his prints through the state."
"Landis. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. He didn't put out the stock, but he could have picked them up when showing one to a customer. He has a key to that lock box, of course."
Ralph shrugged. "Well, back to the old drawing boards. I thought for sure that we had found something important."
"You leave the investigation of crime up to us, Haller," Warnick said.
"Exactly what have you done so far?" Ralph asked. He stared at the cop for a few seconds, then left the office.
Back at work, the store was in a hubbub. They were taking inventory all week, and were set to finish up that night if it took them until morning. They had checked all the down and back stock, and tonight they had to count and estimate every damn piece of merchandise in the store. They must have ten thousand different items. It would be a backbreaker. They had brought in a special team of workers to help them.
It was monotonous, routine, boring work, and as they plowed away at it, Ralph kept trying to reconstruct the robbery, to figure out who it could be, but he got nowhere.
He had a lot of nothing. A rope that could be from a ship or boat. A piece of cloth that he thought he had seen before, or a similar pattern, but he couldn't remember where. Some fingerprints from a watch that could be one of the stolen ones that had been mailed to Mr. Miller. And a license plate of a man's car who had come out of Carol's house, which probably had nothing to do with the robbery at all.
As a detective, he was batting almost zero.
A week rushed by. I promised myself that I would never again get sexy with a young boy-or an old boy for that matter, only my husband. I turned the house into the best kept spot on the block, washed up all the clothes I could find, kept the girls so clean they began to complain, and had some of the best dinners I've ever cooked. I spent hours reading cookbooks and trying to figure out good meals that would not break our budget, but that would be a little different.
But when the kids began walking by toward the junior high school in the morning, and again in the afternoon, I found myself out by the front window watching them. The girls were just starting to bloom, but the boys were almost there, rangy, awkward looking, with long arms and legs. For too long I stared at one boy's crotch. I could almost see his hard-on. For just a moment I rubbed my warming breast through my blouse, then turned, furious, and went back to the kitchen.
I have been very good trying to figure out why I do things. Yes, I liked the boys, but I also like big, rugged men, with hair all over them and a sack of heavy balls below a long, thick pole. Men, boys, what difference did it make? A lot of difference. They could throw me in jail for molestation, for, what did they call it, contributing to the delinquency of a minor!
Why, what did it hurt? Not a damn thing. Certainly not the boys, not a young stud like Tom. Tom, my delicious nephew, now there was one nice little guy. Before I could stop it my hand was at my breast again. God, but he was good. That go-round at the lake had been absolutely wild.
I went to the phone and called Tom's mother. I didn't have any reason in mind. When Mildred came on the phone we chatted for a minute.
"Say, Milly, do you have those good pinking shears? Mine are a mess. Looks like Ralph has been cutting tin with them or something. I could sure use them for a couple of days. Could Tom run them over here on his bike, or should I wait until the girls get up and drive over there?"
"Wait, why wait? I'll send Tom over. He's probably going to do nothing but go and play ball anyway. He came home a minute ago, I'll get him right over there."
"Thanks, Mil. Hey, what about that new kind of shampoo you were going to use? Does it work any better?"
Milly is nuts about her hair, so I let her talk about it whenever I can. I hung up a couple of minutes later and went to check on the girls. Both sleeping like gems. Now if they could hold out for an hour or so....
I was at the front door when Tom came. The door was open.
"Hey, Tom, wheel that thing around back, would you? Then it won't drip oil in my grass."
He looked up grinning. "It don't drip no oil."
"I'll meet you at the back door," I said turning. When I closed the front door I locked it. Hearing the lock click in place sent a little thrill through me. My breasts came alive again, pulsating, throbbing. Oh, damn, what was I doing? I shouldn't even go to the back door. But my long legs were moving me. He was at the top step when I opened the door.
"You didn't really need them scissors, did you, Aunt Joan?" He asked it with a grin on his face.
I nearly came apart. "Of course I do. Come on in, the least I can do is give you a Coke."
"Don't want no Coke."
I turned toward him and looked down at his crotch. There was a bulge in his tight jeans, a long bulge behind his buttons.
"Now what you looking at?" he asked.
"Tom, you know what I'm looking at, your penis, and I'm trying to remember how beautiful it was." My eyes closed for just a second, then I caught his hands and pulled them to my breasts. It was fantastic, the things he did to me.
"You really don't have to go play ball do you, Tom?"
He shook his head.
I unbuttoned my blouse, and quickly unhooked my bra, then as his hands touched my sensitive flesh I worked my hands down his sides to his hips.
"You got time for a little playing around?"
"God, I'm gonna cum!"
"Hold it, just relax. Hold it!"
I was kneeling in front of him opening the buttons on his fly gently. Smoothly I went inside his shorts and pulled out his throbbing penis. So beautiful! A work of art. A woman's breast is ugly compared to the sweeping thrust of a hot prick! I held it tenderly, then kissed it.
"Oh, Dammmmmnnnnn!" he crooned.
I knew he was going to shoot off, so I helped him. Then we went to the bedroom, and tried out a few tricks that I had never showed Tom before.
He went out of his mind, and so did I. It was almost an hour later that we lay on the bed, totally exhausted. J-o-a-n.
My heart stopped. It was Ralph calling from the living room. I jumped up, grabbed my robe and put it on, then pushed Tom and his clothes into the closet and tried to straighten the bed. Then I changed my mind and lay on it.
Ralph came into the bedroom a moment later.
"Oh, sorry, didn't know you were having a nap." He looked around. "Guess I didn't wake the girls." He began to pull off his tie. He looked at my expression of surprise.
"You forgot, right? This is the night of the sidewalk sale until midnight the downtown merchants are sponsoring. I'll be on from six until twelve, so I'm taking off two hours this afternoon. I thought I reminded you at breakfast."
Oh, damn! I thought to myself. He did remind me at the table this morning. How could I have forgotten that? I was functioning on reflexes.
"Huh? Oh, that's right. You did tell me. Well, I'll get dressed. Had a shower and then a little nap while the girls were down. Check on them,-will you and I'll get you some coffee."
"Can't I hang up my tie first?" Ralph asked.
"I'll get it, I thought I heard Becky whimpering."
He gave me the tie and frowned, then went out of the room. I looked in the closet. Somehow Tom had got into his clothes. Stark, undiluted terror clouded his face. I pointed to the bedroom window which was open. We'd taken the screens down to clean them. Tom went across the bedroom floor like a ghost, pushed out the window feet first and jumped to the ground.
I hung up the tie and went past the girls' room. Ralph stood watching our sleeping girls. He grinned at me and shook his head.
"So damn innocent. It's great. Let's keep them that way as long as we can. They'll find out the harsh facts of life soon enough."
I nodded, barely able to keep my chin from quivering. I went on to the kitchen and put some coffee on. Checking out the window I saw that Tom's bike was gone. For just a second I wanted to giggle. I mean how would it look to find me naked with my own nephew? Ralph would have blown his stack and put me on such a tight chain I'd have to get his permission to urinate.
But now I felt as-sexed up as I had been when Tom first came. As the coffee brewed I opened the top of my robe to let part of my breasts show. Ralph came in and stared at me a minute, then he laughed.
"I caught you in a sexy mood, right?" He came to me and bent to push aside my robe with his nose and suck a breast into his mouth. "Let's have a quick one before the girls wake up," he said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was almost a week later before I got myself into trouble again. All morning I had been watching the ninth graders walking past the house on their way to school. Most of them were fourteen. Damn they were big and sexy. And some not so big and sexy.
Suddenly I called Sue's mother and asked her if Sue could sit with the girls for a while right after school. She said she was sure Sue could. I kept the girls up later that day so they would sleep in later. I wasn't sure exactly what I would do. I had the old car for mobility. Whatever it was I wanted to get my hands on a precious young male. Maybe that's why I liked them so much, because they were unused, maybe I was a born teacher at heart, but like to teach only one thing.
Sue came quickly after school and I drove away, circled the junior high once, then found that all of the kids were gone. I drove two miles to the high school and put up the hood of the car. The kids were just getting out of school.
The first two boys who came by looked and went on past. I got out and stood in front of the open hood.
"Trouble?"
The word came from a slender boy with broad shoulders and a tight waist. He might have been fifteen. I smiled my best dazzler I used to reserve for boys I wanted to impress.
"Oh, boy, I sure am. I can't seem to get it started." He looked under the hood for a minute, set two books down on the fender and frowned.
"Looks all right in here. Is the key inside?"
I nodded.
He got inside and turned the key. The car gunned into life, as I knew it would. I went to the door and shook my head. "Now what in the world? It just ground and ground for me."
"My touch," he said, grinning. "I specialize in older cars." He hesitated. "Well, it seems to be running nicely now."
"I'm so grateful. Look, can I pay you? I was about ready to call a tow truck. They would have charged me fifteen dollars at least."
He shook his head. "No way. I also specialize in helping pretty girls."
I saw his eyes drift down to my breasts. I had on my tight blouse, and no bra. I was sure he could see the bulge of my nipples.
"Well, let me do something for you. How about a lift home?"
He shrugged. "Why not?"
I got his books from the fender and closed the hood, then got into the driver's side and saw he had slid over.
"Where do you live?"
"About half a mile."
I glanced at him. He was beautiful. I risked a look at his crotch, but could see no swelling. "Say, would you mind if I stop by at a store on the way? I know it's imposing on you, but it'll take just a minute."
He smiled. "I'll still be home before I would if I walked."
I didn't even remember where a store was in that part of town. I drove out toward the outskirts of our small town and then stopped.
"Oh, damn, now I'm lost. I never watch where I'm going, and you got me flustered."
"Huh?"
"I'm not used to driving around with such a good-looking boy." He grinned.
I had stopped at the side of the road near the edge of a new housing development. "What's your name?"
"Dan."
"That's a nice name. I'm Joan. Dan, I noticed you were staring at my breasts, is anything wrong?"
He blushed slightly. "No."
"Well, I think you should explain."
He laughed. "Nothing to explain, you're a pretty lady, and you have a good figure. Men always look at good breasts like yours."
"Oh, and you like mine?"
He wiggled in the seat and lifted his brows. "Sure."
"That's not much of a compliment."
"What?"
I pointed to his crotch. "You don't even have a hard-on yet."
Dan laughed and moved his legs. "That's what you think. It's been up ever since I saw you." He looked at me. "Now isn't it time we start for home?"
"Only if you really want to. Dan, I could show you some new sights."
He stared at me. His eyes were light green with flecks of brown in them, beautiful eyes for a man.
"You're not trying to get me into trouble, are you, Joan?"
"No trouble, but maybe some fun." There was no one around. I reached over and took his hand and put it on my breast. "That's no trouble, is it?"
"It could be."
"Not with me, it won't be, Dan." I unbuttoned the two bottom fasteners and moved his hand under my blouse onto my bare skin. I gasped as he closed his hand around my mound.
"Damn, you really mean it?"
"Sure, we could have a little fun, mess around."
"Where?"
"I didn't think about that. How about up there in the new houses. We could walk in to one that's almost finished."
"Somebody might see us."
"So they would think we were looking at the houses." I drove half a block closer to the houses, then we walked over the dirt road and into the project. The curbs were in but not the streets or sidewalks. I took his hand and we found one house with doors and walls up, and went inside.
As soon as the door closed I kissed him. He stepped back.
"You are one sexy lady, do you know that?"
"Thank you, Dan. I don't want to scare you, to go too fast. Have you ever screwed a girl?"
Dan laughed. "You get right to the point." He nodded. "Once, and it was a disaster. She said I raped her and threatened me unless I promised to go steady. I don't think I really got inside."
"Want to, right now?"
He nodded. "I'd like to see those." He touched my breasts.
Slowly I took off my blouse and he whistled softly.
"Wow, now those are breasts. My girl's are peanuts compared to those."
"Play with them, Dan, they want you to."
His hands caught me, and I exploded. His hands felt as good as any man's. Or did I say that the last time? Was I falling into the boy trap? Was I addicted, hooked on boys? Then the logic of it evaporated and I could only feel his strong young hands massaging my breasts. I got my hands down to his crotch and found his beautiful tool. Fantastic! It felt bigger than anything I had used for a long time.
I shouldn't. God, I knew that I shouldn't, but I had to. Quickly I unzipped his pants and rubbed, then wedged down from the top of his shorts and found the glorious penis. Oh, it had to be a good one! I shivered.
Dan bent and kissed my breasts, then his mouth closed around one and I groaned.
"Oh, Dan, that's delightful, marvelous. So beautiful, it's the most satisfying feeling on earth!"
He chewed and kissed and worked on first one then the other breast. I wanted him to get his hand down below. My crotch was almost ready to drip. I wore a short skirt and no panties. It gave me a hell of a boot to run around that way sometimes, instantly available.
I caught one of his hands and pulled it between my legs.
"Wow!" Dan said. "It's ... it's right there."
"Want some of it?"
It was almost a half hour later before we sat up on the edge of the plasterboard and sighed. It had been a marvelous session, but it had lasted too long. We left and I drove Dan home, then tried to work up a story for Ralph. Just in case he came home early.
On Ralph's coffee break, he telephoned the Jennings Auto Lease. He wasn't sure what story he was going to use. When the phone was picked up, he thought fast.
"Could I speak to your manager, please?"
"Yes, I can put you through. His name is Mr. Armor."
The phone buzzed and clicked, then a voice came on.
"Armor here, what can I do for you?"
"I'm Jim Anderson, Anderson Insurance. We've had a damage report by one of our policy holders against a Mustang, and all we have is the license number. This was a transient vehicle moving through and he creased the fender or something and wanted us to settle for him as his representative. We couldn't find the car and all we had was the license number. So we checked with the police thinking we'd get a name and address, but all we got was your firm."
"Yes, not surprised, this happens from time to time. You say it was a damage report to our car?"
"Right, and we want to settle as quickly as we can. If I could have a local address of the lessee...."
"You have the license number?"
"Yes," Ralph said, and gave it to him.
"Just a moment."
It was only a minute, maybe two, before the same voice came back. "Yes, here it is, that's almost up on lease and about ready for a buy-out. Our records show it is leased by a Mr. Paul Landis, of 187 Sycamore Lane, Hillsboro."
"Right, that was 187 Sycamore Lane. I guess that's all we need from you. You'll be hearing from us about the claim report, estimate and settlement. We like to clean these up as quickly as we can."
"Fine, thanks for calling."
It wasn't until Ralph hung up that he started to shiver. Paul Landis was screwing Carol. At first he couldn't believe it. Then he began to nod. It did make sense. Carol was certainly no wallflower. For a moment he pictured Paul and Carol on her bed, both naked, just going at it. At last he grinned and then started to laugh. He might be a lot closer to having his own store than he had thought!
He chuckled all the way back to the store. When he went past Carol, he patted her on her round little ass and watched her jump. He grinned over his shoulder at her and she winked.
That was when he remembered that Paul always drove a different car to work, a red Volkswagen. He'd seen it a hundred times. And his wife used the Mustang. That's why he didn't recognize it in the dark.
When the whole crew had been over to Paul's for the annual Christmas binge, he remembered seeing the Mustang. He sighed. So he had a good bit of back-fence gossip and maybe a handle to use on the boss, but it didn't tie down the robber. Ralph at last admitted to himself that he was bound and determined to find the thief because he himself felt he was a suspect. After all, he had a key, and knew the combination of the safe. Nobody had said a word to him or even hinted that he was under suspicion, but he knew they could some day, as long as it went unsolved.
What else could he do? He never had checked into the account of Carol. The bank was just closing. Good. He took the phone in the store room and dialed the bank and asked for Peggy. She had been a friend from way back.
"Peggy, I've got a bit of undercover work for you to do on the sly."
"Great, you want me to seduce some visiting dignitary, right, while you steal the secrets?"
"Almost, Peggy. What I need is the average balance and deposit record on Carol Halney for the past month. Can you do that?"
"Hell, yes. I'll call you back."
They got busy then, and it was almost five before Carol called him to the phone. It was Peggy.
"You sure this phone isn't tapped?"
"Right, 006V6 hard, give it a go."
"Okay, first two weeks she made normal deposits, about half of her weekly check, then on the 16th she deposited twelve-hundred dollars. It was in ones, fives, tens and twenties. Just happened that I took her deposit. I remember I said, wow, her great aunt must have died or something. I remember we joked about how call girls didn't do as well as they used to, working nights. We even compared prices. I said my top take had been ninety-three cents. She said forty dollars was her average. It seemed hilarious at the time."
"I bet it was. But she never gave you any reasonable explanation for the cash?"
"Nope, most people don't. We don't ask questions you know, or get nosy."
"You always do with me."
"You're different. You're my lover."
"Swell, when?"
"Any time, how about tonight?"
"No, I've got a meeting of the anti-sex league."
"Bull feathers."
"Thanks a lot, Bull. Take care of your pennies."
He looked at the phone for a long time. He knew the exact amount of cash stolen,-twelve-hundred, seventy-three dollars. Had Carol engineered the robbery and break-in? He looked at her in a different light as he went back to work. He was off at six, then back until closing at eight that night.
On the way home he thought over what he had. The boss' fingerprints were on a watch mysteriously sent to Mr. Miller, the hardware dealer. But it was logical it could have been one of the stolen watches, but the owner's prints would naturally have been there in any case.
Carol Halney's bank account grew by twelve hundred dollars two days after the robbery, with no logical explanations.
Carol Halney and the boss were lovers, knowing her current mood and his perpetual sex urges, it seemed the most logical of his circumstantial evidence.
From there he was still out in left field. What he needed were some suspects, not two people he worked with. All the evidence pointed to it being an outside job, a smash and down through the skylight. Ralph had taken the rope off, he knew the knot on the line had been pulled very tight, as if it had been used as a man of 160 to 200 pounds lowered himself on the rope, tightening it. Ralph was sure the robber, probably a man, had come into the store from the skylight. Proving it, and proving who it was, was a far harder job.
What he had to do was keep on trying, keep on working.
All the way home I worried over it. Not the story, I simply had some car trouble and got stuck for a while, then something cooled down and it ran well again.
What I worried about was me. Was I caught in a boy trap? Could I get out of it? Today for instance. Dumb. Just plain, damn dumb. I could get arrested as easy as hell. And that would ruin Ralph, and the girls. Oh, God, what was I thinking of? Maybe if I grabbed Ralph every night for a while it would work off my edge. I didn't know. It might be worth a try.
When I sailed into the drive, Ralph's car wasn't there. I breathed a prayer to the Roman unknown god, and dashed into the house. Sue was watching TV with the kids. She simply waved, took the money and ran home.
Now dinner, supper, I always called it, but to Ralph it was fancy dinner. I settled on something fast, but good, and got it moving.
I was too jived up to think straight but I had to get some good solid thinking done, and soon. I didn't know how long I had. Just one little slip, just one mistake, or just one boy who shot off his mouth at the wrong time. Oh, God, why did I have to think about that? Now I had something else to worry about. Not one something else, at least four or five of them. Now I knew I was in trouble. If the word ever got around the schools that I was a fast, easy lay ... I couldn't think about it.
I sat down and stared at the range as it heated up the dinner. How had I got into this mess? The more I thought of it, the more I came back to Tom. That first day he came and we ... we got sexy. But why, damn it, why? That was what I couldn't tie down. Got along great with Ralph. He was all right in bed, and we'd made it before we got married. So what was the big sex deal?
I wasn't going into the change. I didn't have to prove anything to myself or anybody else. I stopped. Or did I? Was I still playing the high school cheer leader with the cheer emblem on my sweater over my big boobs and liking the way the guys watched them bounce? Was that it?
My head hurt. Damn, what was going on? Maybe I needed something else to do. The kids didn't take up all of my time. Obviously, I thought remembering the big black boy. I shivered.
Stop! Enough of that! I could handle it. Tonight I'd take Ralph to bed and make him happy, then I'd ignore those immature little boys, and try to get some kind of community service work to do. Martha could help me. She was on half the committees in town. She could get me something if it was only Red Cross work. Suddenly the world looked better. I caught the pot on the stove just before it boiled over and I had a delicious dinner ready when Ralph came in. He had to work the night shift to eight tonight. I told him I'd wait up for him and have a surprise when he got home. He came up close and asked me what kind of a surprise. I got my hand between us and rubbed his crotch until his prick came up hard and strong. He kissed me, laughed and went back to work.
Bright and early the next morning I got the house cleaned up and make my telephone call. Martha had just the job for me, she thought. But she would have to check with a few people first. She said she would get back to me. So I waited. First I sat by the phone, then I dusted the living room. At last I decided I might just as well get at cleaning the oven. That's one job I really hate, but this was get-it-done-day.
I felt great. I knew the phone would ring any minute with the word that I would have something to do that would be a real community benefit, and it would keep me busy and all would be well as I watched our two little girls grow up and start going to school, and dating.
For a moment I sagged. They would be getting married and leaving home and having kids of their own! I laughed. That had been a very fast life I just lived. I quit dreaming and went back to the oven. Damn, but it was a dirty job!
When I finished the oven I moved to the tub and bathroom, and when that was finished I had to spend an hour taking care of the girls, who had got into a terrible mess in their room. Lunchtime was over and I put the kids down and still the phone hadn't rung.
In a small panic I ran to it to see if I had put it back on the hook. I had. Then I picked it up and listened for a dial tone. It was there, so the phone must be working.
A book, I'd start on a book and before I knew it....
But it didn't work that way. Before I knew it I was over fifty pages into the book and was looking at the clock every ten minutes. When it hit two-thirty I thought I heard something at the back door. But when I looked there was nothing there.
I went back to reading. Then I heard the shower go on. Oh, no, it must be one of the girls up. I ran into the bath and was ready to scold one small brown-haired girl with smiling face, but there was no one there. I turned off the shower and stood there with a puzzled frown on my face.
Our bedroom door closed. I turned, now alarmed for the first time. Was there someone else in the house? I rushed out of the bedroom and down the short hall to the girl's room. The door was still shut. I eased it open and relaxed, both little sleepyheads were there, snoring away.
I relaxed. I had been imagining things. The door could have closed by the wind. That happened all the time. And I must have left the shower dripping and the faucet gradually worked open. It could happen.
In a split second all my theories went out the window. I heard a low, unfunny laugh from the bedroom. Then another came from the living room. This was insane. Was I hearing things?
I ran for the bedroom, sure that anyone in there couldn't get out. I closed the door and looked around the room. The rug was moved. I pushed open the sliding closet door. For the first time I realized the curtains were closed and it was half dark in the bedroom. I could see only shadows in the closet, but I was too far from the light switch to get to it without moving past the closet doors.
A laugh came from behind the bedroom door, somewhere in the hall. I began to shake. Then as I looked at the closet I saw a hand come out slowly.
It was holding something. As I looked I wanted to scream. Then it all became clear, and I saw the hand held a male penis, one hard and ready for action.
"Oh, God, no!" I choked out. "Oh, yeah, Joan baby," a voice said from under the bed.
I looked down, then back at the closet. There were two of them? The person in the closet jumped out. He was naked, had long red hair below his shoulders and he began doing a dirty dance. I screamed, but not nearly loud enough. Another boy jumped from the other end of the closet. He was about the same size, maybe fourteen and naked as well. The third one came from under the bed. I didn't know any of them. One caught my hand and pulled me away from the door. He opened it, and there stood Tom, naked and with a roaring hard-on.
CHAPTER NINE
"Well, if it ain't my favorite fucking Aunt Joan. How's it going there pussy?"
"Tom, get these boys out of here or I'll call your mother."
"Yeah, Tom, darling. Get these naked ruffians out of your good old fucking Aunt Joan's bedroom," one of the boys said.
There was no place for me to go.
I had to outclass them. I had to talk them out of it. I pushed at Tom to get past him, instead he reached out and grabbed my breasts. "Man, thirty-eights, aren't they, fucking Aunt Joan? Beauties. Good eating stuff too, men."
The redhead began jacking off.
Tom began undressing me. I tried to slap him. He slapped me back. I fell on the bed crying, begging them not to do anything. The next few minutes were a haze of hands and clothes and at last I lay there naked on my own bed, with four boys looking down at me.
"Biggest ones you ever seen, right?" Tom asked.
The boys nodded.
"And I tit-fucked them, just like I told you, and I've had them beauties into my mouth until I couldn't eat no more. And talk about eating it, good old Aunt Joan can take as much goo as your pricks can dish out. Right fucking Aunt Joan?"
I tried to sit up. One boy pressed me down, but the redhead pulled me up.
"Makes her tits look better," he said.
"Look, little boys. I don't know what Tom has been telling you. He's just a kid who knows nothing about women, nor even girls. So I showed him a breast one day. If he told you anything else, that's his wild make-believe."
"Yeah, yeah, come on, Tom, who's first?"
"I am, naturally. I don't bring you to a pussy party and then take seconds or thirds. Hold her."
I wanted to die. Four naked boys were playing with me. One held my legs apart. One held each of my hands over my head, and Tom went between my thighs, his prick hard and hot.
He jammed me hard and fast, showing off. I wanted to hit him, but I couldn't. My hands were held. I wanted to scream at him, but that would only wake the girls and they would come in and that would really complicate the thing.
But I could talk. "So this is the thanks I get for giving you some facts about sex, Tom. You turn on me and bring three buddies to help hold me down while you rape me. Do you know what rape means in this state? You'll all go to the Juvenile Authority, that's a kid prison."'
"Shut up, Aunt Joan," one of them said. "Shut up and fuck him. You just lay there."
"You expect me to feel sexy when I don't want his cock? You expect me to come unglued just looking at your under-developed little boy bodies? Sure I like naked men, but they have to be men, not little boys with their cocks hanging out."
One boy let go of my hand and turned so his prick swung out over my face.
"Look at that lady, that a little boy cock?"
"Yes, I've seen men with bigger fingers than that." I doubled up my free hand and swung it against Tom's head. It hit his ear and he fell sideways.
"What in the hell? Hang on to her, you guys."
"Why, and let you have all the fun?"
"You'll get your turn."
"When, man, when? When you get satisfied?"
"How about right now, big mouth?"
He pulled out of me and I felt one of the boys let go of my legs. Tom moved away and when the other form came near me I pulled up my legs and kicked out as hard as I could. I caught him in the stomach and doubled him over. Tom caught my legs and scowled at me.
"What's the matter with you, the other times you went wild for my cock? This time, nothing."
"Tom, it isn't just sex, it's the whole thing. It has to be done right, with respect and feeling, with love and understanding. I was trying to help you. Sure I had a ball too, but not this way. Don't you see?"
At last he nodded. "Okay, you guys, put your pants on and get out of here. Party's over."
"What? You promised us all we could fuck."
"So I lied, now move it before I give you a knuckle sandwich. You got two minutes to dress and split."
"There's three of us," the redhead said.
"And two of us, sonny," I shot back at him. I had sat up on the bed now and found my blouse. By the time I got into it two of the boys were dressing. The third one waited, then when I covered up, he at last got into his clothes.
"It wasn't a damn bit of fun," the redhead said. "Wait till we get you alone, Tom. Your ass is gonna get busted."
"Wise up, you kid. When you learn something about sex you come around and see me."
Tom made sure all three of them left by the back door, then he came in and sat on the bed. He still hadn't dressed.
"Get into your clothes, Tom."
"I thought maybe...."
"No, Tom, not now, not here. I've done a lot of thinking too. It was too easy for you. You got the wrong idea. Sex just isn't that easy, it shouldn't be."
"Not even just once?"
"No, Tom. I guess I've figured out one thing, and that is that when I make a mistake like with you it hurts the other person as well as myself. Can you understand that?"
He scratched his head. "Hell, I guess so. So sex isn't supposed to be that easy. I can dig that. But I'll go slow and be understanding and...."
"That's not what I mean, Tom. It's something that has to be earned. I mean we're people too, more than a couple of dogs mating out in the street."
He rubbed his hand over his face, then nodded. He pulled on his clothes. I was fully dressed again. When Beth cried I went in and got her before she could wake up her sister.
"Hey, the lawn looks like it needs cutting, want the job?"
"How much?"
"Same as last year, a dollar. "For all that work?"
"You're bigger now, it won't be so hard."
"You don't and I'll get Mike next door."
"Yeah, I'll take it. Need doing today?"
"Right now."
I watched him walk out the hall and into the kitchen. God, it had hurt to turn him down. My whole body was aching for a good fuck, but I knew it was over. It had to be. I was hurting him, giving him a distorted picture of a woman. Let him find out the hard way that he can't go around fucking every female in sight. He'd get his face slapped a few times the way it was. I grinned. I would love to be a little mouse somewhere on Tom's next date!
I played with Beth as I thought about it. I'd almost been gang raped. It was a terrible feeling, to be at the mercy of four, even young, boys. They were so damned strong! And they knew how to get what they wanted. How long could I have held out without giving in to them, then encouraging them, and at last suggesting new ways and positions? I didn't know. I hoped that I never found out.
I went into the living room and twirled around with Beth. I had beat it was out of the boy trap. Never again would I get hot panties over some teenage cock walking by on the sidewalk, or one mowing my lawn or bringing in groceries.
I scurried around the house, tending to the girls, getting dinner started, and watching the progress of the lawn work-from inside.
The phone rang. I picked it up before I remembered I had waited all day for the call from Martha. It was her.
"Dear, I've been busy, busy, busy, since I talked to you. We've been trying to fit you into precisely the right position, and I think we've found it."
I said something muffled and uncontroversial.
"We want you to be second in command for our Belle Arts Charity Bazaar. It should be fitting for your many talents. When can we get together and go over the details?"
I made a date for two days from then and said I'd call her about the time later. I hung up in a rush before she could change her mind. This was one of the biggest charity events in our little town. It would be loads of work, and lots of time, but I could swing that. I simply had to tell someone.
Before I thought about it I ran out the back door to the garage. The power mower was silent, so I decided Tom was putting it away. I went in the side door of the garage and stopped in surprise.
Tom stood there, his hard cock in his hand as he banged it again and again.
"Oh, Tom."
"Yeah, it got hard. You expect me to walk in and see you that way after you turned me down."
I stared at his prick. It seemed better looking every second.
"Tom, I didn't mean that you were not...." Then I was walking toward him. He didn't move. I came to him and closed my hand around his beautiful young penis. "It's just that not every woman wants to make love all the time...."
My breasts were burning, the same way they did that first day in the house when Tom came. I looked at him and saw he was still frowning.
"Darling, I didn't mean to put you down, you're a very good-looking young man, and I love you dearly, but it's just that you shouldn't get the idea that women are going to rip open their blouses for you every time you look at them."
He turned away from me. I pulled him back.
"Tom, sweetheart. I'm trying to be fair with you." As I said it I felt my cunt oozing juices. It knew what it wanted to happen, even if I would not recognize it. "Don't you see, Tom...."
I reached out and kissed his lips. Then my tongue washed his lips until he opened them and it went inside, probing deeply. I caught his hands and brought them up to my breasts. He went under the fabric and his hot fingers startled me as they caressed my tender tits.
"Darling, yes, oh, yes, Tom, sweetheart. I love it when you do that."
We kissed for a long time, and his hands completely massaged my tits, turning them into twin peaks of fire. His mouth came away from mine slowly.
"Joan, let's fu-let's make love."
I grinned, he was learning. "Darling, I can't. It's late and if the girls would come out or if Ralph...."
He was kissing me again. One hand swept down to my crotch and went under my skirt. He rubbed my crotch, found my pussy at the wet spot and tried to trundle my clit. I knew I was on fire all the way down.
"Oh, Tom, when you do that to me...."
He was unbuttoning my blouse. He knew I didn't have on a bra. Then his lips went around my breast and I knew I couldn't stand it a second longer.
I leaned back against the wall. "Right here, darling. Pull off my panties and take me against the wall."
He got the nylon fluff off, then I leaned back and humped out my crotch.
He had his prick out. I caressed it, bent and kissed it once. "I'm doing this all for you, you big luscious stick of prick," I told him. Tom grinned.
It took him a few seconds to find the key, then he humped his hips forward just right until we matched and he slid into my juicy, wan ting-it-cunt. I climaxed as he bored into me on the first stroke. It was over the rainbow for me, no silent shot, I groaned and moaned and rumbled there with my ass against the wall for a good two minutes before I stopped. Tom had stopped too, and stared at me in awe.
"How do you keep going so long?"
"I'm a girl, we can do that. We don't blow sky high in a second and then want to roll off. We blow sky high for two or three minutes sometimes."
Then we got moving again. I worked against him and he pounded hard in the semi-upright position. The wild angle made me go bananas, and he was affected too. He shot a minute later and we both wondered what to do next. I let him come out and pulled on my panties.
I gave him two dollars for mowing the lawn and he grinned, said he'd be back next week.
As I stood there looking at the wall where I had just been fucked, I shook my head. I was on the way back, I thought. I had a handle on it. Maybe I had to talk it all out with Ralph. Not tell him everything, of course, but I could throw in that I knew he fucked one of the clerks up at the store. That would make him hold still.
I wasn't about to divorce him, but he should be a little more careful.
CHAPTER TEN
After dinner that night I got the girls to bed, then went in and turned off the TV set at the end of some show. Ralph looked up annoyed. t
"Hey, a rerun on Star Trek is coming up."
"So we can see it the next time, we've got to talk something out. Remember, you told me when anything was bothering me that we should get together like adult human beings and talk it over calmly?"
"Yes, Joan, I remember."
I saw this was not going to be easy, but I had to do it.
"Ralph, I've tried to be a good wife to you, given you children, a home, food, even a little sex when you want it."
Ralph grinned. "When it comes to bedding, I got no complaints about you at all, Joanie."
"Good, but that's where I'm afraid I do have some complaints, or, well, hell, I guess some kind of a problem."
He frowned, leaned forward. "Yeah, what do you mean?"
"Well, it's hard to describe. But usually it's when I see some teenage boy walking by I suddenly want to run out on the lawn and strip for him."
I had caught his interest. "Well, uh...."
"Of course I never do anything about it, but it bugs me. I mean maybe the night before we've had a wild three-hole job, or a real good go round in bed, and still when some kid walks by I want to start rubbing my crotch, or feeling myself."
"Well, I guess part of that is natural. I mean maybe you really want another kid or something. I sure do get interested when some girl walks past with her braless breasts jiggling and swaying around. Hell, that's natural. And some woman comes in and writes a check or bends over and I can see right down her blouse and both boobs just hanging there. I mean just because you're married you aren't dead, right?"
"No, Ralph, I think it's more than just that. Like I read in the paper about this woman who must have felt this way. She got playing around with her teenage son, and then had him invite in his buddies and she put on a show for them, then gave them her own brand of sex education. They caught her and sent her away. I mean, Ralph, I don't want to get to the point where I do that."
He was getting concerned now. "Maybe if we hit the old sack earlier and have a little party every other night it would help."
"I don't know, I'm willing to try. Maybe I should ask Doctor Bill to give me a shot of something."
"Or you could take some kind of downer, a mild tranquilizer."
"No, I don't want to get on drugs, any kind."
"Then you've got to control yourself. Just don't get in that kind of situation. Like don't open the front drapes until the kids are all gone past on the way to school. Then work in the back yard in the afternoon when they're coming past."
"Yes, Ralph, I'll try that. I saw a letter in the paper advice column about this woman who was afraid of losing her husband, so she played around. I'm not going to lose you, am I, Ralph."
"Hell no, never get rid of me."
"Then tell me, Ralph, why have you been messing around with that clerk down to the store? Carol is her name."
"What?"
"Ralph, don't play dumb with me. I'm not going to make a big deal out of it. If I were I'd have walloped you after the first time. I know you're a man and sometimes you might want to mess around a little. So no big deal. Only it looks like I should have the same rights."
"What? I've never even petted that woman. Somebody has been spilling rumors again. About six months ago her car was busted and I drove her home. She got out at the curb and I never even turned off the engine. She got out and I came right home. That's all there was."
"Ralph, honey, I worked at the store with you too, remember? The good old stock room. Don't give me that driving her home crap. I've seen how she looks at you. She's divorced and has an itchy vagina."
Ralph stood up and I was afraid he was going to hit me.
"Knock off that crap. I haven't laid a hand on a girl since I married you. The subject is closed. And you better watch yourself with the boys. I find out you've actually been balling them, I'll divorce you so fast your tits will twitch."
I watched him. I've never seen him more angry, more tense. "Okay, maybe I did put it a little strong." I backed off.
"Honey, I still have this little problem."
"Hell, maybe you should see a doctor. Maybe he can give you some anti-female shots or something to slow down your desire. But you say grown men don't affect you so much?"
"I can't even get the hots for Burt Reynolds."
"Yeah, I guess you are in trouble."
I sighed. "I'm working on it. Really." I told him about the call from Martha today and that she had me set up on the Bazaar committee. "So I'll be very busy for the next four or five months."
He sat down beside me. "Look I got a little mad when you said you were getting the hots ... sorry. All this talk about sex has got to me. Want to read the marriage manual for a while?"
I looked at him and giggled. "We've been through all the positions. Why don't we try to come up with a new one."
He laughed and pushed his hands inside my blouse.
"Now that I like, no damn bra to mess with." We settled down to a long spring evening of sex games and related married type happiness.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next day at work, Ralph tried hard to concentrate; he had to notice the little things. Like that rope. Where could it have come from? There wasn't a lake or a river good for sailing within a hundred miles.
It was a hunch, but he had to play it. He took the box with the cloth and the rope in it and went to Mr. Landis's office.
"Mr. Landis, what should I do with these? I thought the police would want them, but they don't seem interested."
The manager looked at them a second and shrugged. "Do anything you want. The rope might be useful around here. If you can get those knots out."
"What kind of rope is it, anyway?"
"Looks like the kind of nylon line we used to use on a racing sloop I worked one summer. I had some smaller stuff like it on my power boat, but that's long gone."
"Okay, I'll save it."
As Ralph walked out of the office, a new seed began to develop and grow in his mind. So Mr. Landis knew about this kind of rope, and owned a boat once. Interesting. He also had a fingerprint on that watch that was mailed, and ... Ralph didn't like to think about the suggestions he was making.
He tore into his work and shortly before noon he had to take some paper plates and napkins and things up to Mr. Landis' home. A birthday party was coming up.
Ralph took the big box of things to the front door, and Mrs. Landis greeted him and asked him to bring them into the living room.
"Just set them down over here, Ralph. No, not there, that's the chair we had re-upholstered a couple of months ago. How do you like it?"
Ralph looked at it and stumbled.
"Oh, sorry," he said, finally putting the box down where she wanted it. Then he said good-bye and left as quickly as he could. Too many things were piling up. There had to be only one way to explain the whole mess.
When he got back to the store he took the watch, and the fingerprint report, and the rope and cloth and went to see Mr. Landis. His boss was working on some books, but looked up as Ralph came in. Ralph carefully shut the door and snapped the lock, then went to the desk and laid out, one by one the three items on the desk.
"I think you owe me an explanation, Paul," he said. He'd never used the first name before.
"What in hell are you talking about? I said keep the rope."
Ralph ignored it. "The watch, Paul, recognize it? It's one of the ones stolen from the store. It mysteriously showed up, mailed to Millers Hardware. Look at the report, it's from the sheriff's department and shows that your fingerprint is on the back of the watch. Now why would you mail a watch to Miller? They never ordered one."
Ralph looked up at the man who had dropped his pencil.
"The rope, Paul. It had me fooled for quite a while. Why would anyone leave a rope like that? Fine evidence. No fingerprints, but still evidence. Only a boat man would have a chunk of that expensive stuff lying around. Like you, Paul, you said you used to own a boat."
"Kid, I don't know what the hell you're-"
"You'll find out, Paul. Just sit tight, you will. Two weeks ago I decided to go over to Carol Halney's house after work and ask her about what happened here the afternoon of the robbery. You see, I've been kind of shook up about this, because I was a natural suspect, but nobody even asked me if I did it. I thought Carol might have seen something that would give me a clue. Do you know what I found, Paul?"
Paul had lost his look of impatience, now only a faint attempt at being civil was left on his face. He scowled.
"I found you, Paul, coming out of her front door, and then I saw you get into your wife's Mustang and drive away. I went back and talked to Carol and she was still all sexed up. She obviously had just been screwed, and not too well."
"You can't prove anything. You're guessing."
"No, I've got evidence. I got to thinking what would a guy like you do with twelve hundred dollars if he had it all in a chunk, and no accounting. Carol is getting a little expensive for you, isn't she, Paul? Two days after the robbery, Carol deposited twelve-hundred dollars in her checking account. Now where do you suppose she got money like that, all in ones, fives, tens, and twenty-dollar bills?"
"You still can't prove a thing."
"The hell I can't." He took out the piece of cloth. "This really tied it, Paul. How could you have been so damn stupid? This is a piece of the upholstery fabric that was left over after the upholsterer re-did that rocker in your living room. You took it from home along with the rope that night, climbed up on the roof by the old wooden ladder, smashed the glass and opened the sky light. You're good with ropes so you tied the chunk on and went down through the skylight. You were setting up good breaking and entering evidence so you wouldn't be a suspect. You didn't even think about me having a key, too. Then you got so excited or contemptuous that you left the rope and the cloth."
"Ralph, I can explain...."
"Yeah, I bet you can. Should I call the police right now, or do you want to wait until Norm comes on duty?" Ralph didn't give him a choice, he picked up the desk phone.
"For God's sakes, no, Ralph!" Paul said, holding his hand over the phone. "Let's talk about this. Look, I got myself into a hell of a jam with Carol. You know how flirty and easy she is. Hell, she must have rubbed against you and offered her ass to you in the store room more than once. I bit, and she bit back. Two hundred a month for starters, and then she wanted little trinkets, pearls, a necklace...."
"Paul, just type it all out, right there on your machine. You can type well, get it all down. How you needed money, and how you make it look like a robbery."
"Why, Paul? We can work out something. A raise, yeah, and I'll put you in for a promotion to manager."
"Write it down, Paul, and do it right now or I call the cops."
Paul watched him a minute from frightened eyes, then he began typing. It took him almost ten minutes and he used two sheets of paper. When he was finished, Ralph read it over, then pushed it over the desk. "Now sign it and put on today's date. I'll witness it."
"Ralph...."
"Sign it, Paul, right now."
He did, then Ralph witnessed it, folded it and put the paper in his pocket.
"Now, Paul, you mentioned my promotion to manager. I know you want to leave town, so why don't you suggest strongly that I take over here almost at once. You want a month's vacation, then you'll take on a new store."
"Impossible, it's never done...."
Ralph took out the confession. "Either you MAKE it happen this next week, Paul, or I'm gonna have your ass spread all over the newspapers, and the rest of you locked up in the county jail, waiting trial."
"Aw, Ralph, be reasonable."
"I was, for four years. Now I want some action. You better call the district manager right now, Paul, and tell him you want out of here. You might hint at a problem with a woman who won't stay quiet. Halverson would understand that, and be sympathetic. Call him, Paul, right now, I want to listen."
The next day was Wednesday. I had to go to a committee meeting at ten for the bazaar. I would leave the girls with a friend and pick them up after the meeting. We swap-sit for each other when the girls are in school who usually sit for us.
The meeting turned out to be about what I expected, a lot of work, a long list of phone calls to make to select sub-committee chairmen, a lot of organizational work. It was just what I needed. Martha was the chairman and a powerhouse of how-to. She masterminded the whole thing. I had never seen her in action before. I wondered why she never became a general in the women marines. She certainly had the snap and push for it.
After the meeting broke up about two-thirty, I stopped down town for some groceries I wanted. I steeled myself as two teenagers walked by. Nothing. I felt absolutely nothing. Maybe I was cured!
I went into the store and picked out the items I needed in a cart and was heading for the check stand when I ran head on into a big moving platform of cases of food the stock boy was pushing.
There was no reportable damage, but I broke up laughing when I saw the shocked expression on his face. He was about sixteen, with large brown eyes, and brown hair and a nose that looked like it had been broken once already and set a little slant-wise.
"Sorry, I didn't see you coming," he said.
"Oh, no, it was my fault. I put my hand on his arm. "I'm really terribly sorry, I should have been more careful." In that short time I felt my whole body surge forward, fly out to this young man. My breasts were tender and warm, and almost at once I was sweating at my crotch and the glory lubricant was rising. I blinked and stepped back.
"Well, I guess there's no damage. I'll let you by."
He nodded and went on by, probably wondering about my eyesight or my sanity.
Slowly I realized that I wasn't on the road to recovery at all. I could run into teen age boys anywhere, anyplace at anytime. Like just now. If he'd asked me to, I would have stripped right there and let him throw his prick into me any place he wanted to.
Maybe I should see the doctor.
"No, damn it!" I shouted it to myself inside my skull so I would really pay attention. You can beat it, I told myself. And as I thought back, I did beat it. I didn't give in to the moment, to the temptation.
I smiled as I went on to the checkout stand. I had beat it! I saw the brown-eyed boy as I left pushing my cart of groceries. He grinned and made a big detour around me with a row of carts from the parking lot.
By the time I got home and put away the groceries, I knew I had won. The girls were impish as ever but not even the terrible twos were going to throw me off stride today. I had dinner going when the phone rang. It was Tom.
"Lawn need mowing again?" he asked.
"I thought we set it up for once a week," I said.
"Yeah, but I just wondered, you know if it was growing faster with all the watering."
"No Tom, once a week will be fine. Anything else?"
He said no, and hung up. Another point for good old Joan. Oh, I was racking up points so fast I didn't know where it would stop. I might even refuse to let Ralph touch me next time. I laughed at that and went to play with Beth and Becky.
The next day I was making my phone calls when the back door chattered as someone knocked. I finished the call and went back. Tom stood there, a T-shirt in his hands and bare to the waist. My eyes slid over his young, firm body and I felt a rush of wanting him. No, I said. He was outside the screen.
"Sure the lawn doesn't need mowing today," he asked.
I shook my head. He opened the screen door and stopped inside. He knew the girls were down for their naps. He put his arms around me and crushed my breasts against his chest, then his hips came forward and his bulge pressed against my crotch.
OH, DAMN!
What in hell should I do now? My whole body screamed for him. My breasts were so tender I felt his chest would crush them to nothing. My crotch was wetting through, a river of fire poured through every vein and artery of my body.
I could only cling to him.
Gradually he lifted my chin until he could kiss me. I knew my mouth was open at the start. His tongue came in so easily, so naturally. It dived, explored, battled with my own tongue, then his mouth left mine.
"Just once, that's all I need," he whispered. His hands found my breasts and he petted them gently through the thin blouse. "You're fantastic, Joan, just great."
His hands were searing my flesh, burning me up, sending me into a puff of smoke.
He took my hand and led me into the bedroom. We sat on the bed and kissed again, then he pushed me back gently and took off my blouse. His kiss was marvelous on my breasts a hot, creamy, wonderful, contented feeling. I closed my eyes and let him do everything to me I had taught him. I was soaring, sailing so high, on such a wild sex trip that I knew I would never come down.
His hands moved to my slacks, and gently he undid them and took them down along with my panties. His kiss came on thighs, and I groaned. Then he kissed closer to my crotch and I climaxed. I don't know how many times I moaned and humped and shook as spasm after spasm tore through my body.
Tom grinned and touched my pussy. I was sopping wet, he parted the wet hairs and pressed my clit and I almost climaxed again. Then he stripped off his pants and came to me. Just the two of us on my bed, rolling and bouncing, thrusting and groaning and at last he came in a glorious bursting of passion that almost matched my own.
As we lay there locked together he whispered in my ear. "Aunt Joan, I've got a favor to ask. You see, I've got this buddy, not one of the guys here the other day. He's younger and a good friend, and he's never even seen a girl before, would you mind?"
My first reaction was to scream at him. Then I felt his little tool loosening inside me and I closed my eyes. Dear God, what was I doing? But the sex trip wasn't complete yet. Slowly I nodded.
"Poncho." he called softly.
I didn't look to see where he came from. I didn't want to know. He must have been watching us.
I sat up as Tom rolled away from me. He gave me a tissue and I looked at the boy, Poncho. He was smaller, maybe just fourteen or just under it. He was dark, with black hair and black, sparkling eyes. His hand was over his fly.
"Hi, Poncho, you ever look at a girl's titties before?"
He shook his head.
"Come on over here, I won't hurt you. Look at me, then if you want to, touch them. They won't break."
I reached for his belt and opened it. His hands touched for my breasts and I knew then I was on a treadmill.
I knew that I would never outgrow, or overcome my desire for little men. There was no way I would ever understand their hold on me.
Maybe it was that I wasn't strong enough. All I had to do earlier was lock the door and keep Tom outside.
But I didn't.
A lot of things I didn't do. But in the next half hour I taught Poncho a lot about girls and sex. He was a good student and I responded the way I always do.
I went to the bathroom and peeked out at the two naked boys. Poncho found his pants and took out his billfold. He gave Tom some money.
"Two?" Tom whispered. "I said three."
"All I got, man."
I nearly fainted. Tom had charged Poncho. He had said he could get him some sex if he'd pay? It was the only explanation.
I sat down quickly on the John seat and put my head down. For a few seconds I couldn't face it. Then when I did it came as a heavy, heavy burden.
I wasn't exactly a prostitute, I was worse. I worked for it and didn't even get the money. Someone else, my pimp, got the cash.
I wanted to scream, to run back out there and strangle both of them. But I knew I wouldn't. I wiped the tears from my eyes and put on a robe I had hanging in the bathroom, and when I went out I sent both boys home quickly, quietly.
Then I lay down on the bed and cried until Beth's yelling wakened me.
What now? What could I do, whatever could I do? How could I even face myself?
I walked Beth into the front room and stared out the curtains. The grass was green, the trees were leafed out, Spring was here.
Then a pair of young boys came swinging down the street. Just past fourteen, my computer told me. One rubbed his fly, then looked around quickly. The second one hit him on the shoulder and laughed. Then rubbed his own bulge behind his fly.
The boys would always be there, and I knew that I would always want them. It was simply something I would have to live with.
Maybe I could get some kind of a pill from the doctor. Maybe if I told the doctor my problem. No. That horny old bastard would tell me to strip again and pretend to be examining my breasts. He climaxed the last time he examined my boobies for cancer. I know he did.
I'd never beat it by myself, I knew that now. I was in the boy trap and I couldn't find any way out.
Three more boys came past from school and I watched them. I was getting able to tell those who really wanted it, and those who didn't. The one in the middle, the smallest one, he was ripe. Give me five minutes alone with him....
Tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow I'd really start trying to fight my way away from the boy trap!
Ralph came home early that afternoon.
"I decided to let Paul close up tonight," he said, and laughed. He didn't tell me what he was so excited about.
Just a week later we got the telegram telling Ralph that he was appointed manager of the Hillsboro store at once. Paul Landis was taking a leave of absence and would be assigned to a new store.
I hugged Ralph and he grinned. I had no idea what had happened, but I suspected something serious had. I took Ralph to bed that night and gave him a three-hole treat and he couldn't have been happier.
Then I thought about the young boys, and just as Ralph was climaxing, I wished it was Tom, or Pete.
I sighed. Tomorrow I was going to have to try to do something about it. Tomorrow.
