The subject of sexual impulses in young boys and girls has long been a matter of debate among psychologists and sexologists. Although experts disagree on many points, it is generally conceded that almost all children experiment and indulge in some kind of sexual activity. This ranges from the simple erotic daydreaming by the child who has little knowledge of true sexual matters to the experience of true intercourse and even sexual deviations.
The major difficulty in amassing data on the subject arises in the unwillingness of many young persons to talk about their experiences for fear of punishment-by their parents or even their peers. In the twentieth century, sex has become a symbol of adulthood, and because of this, the child who admits his ventures out of the bounds of his years is often considered "strange" or "bad."
In a recent study by Dr. Marjorie Parrintoll, four hundred boys between the ages of seven and twelve were interviewed on their sexual activity. The boys, all students at a private school in Michigan, were prepared for the interviews by frank discussions in health classes about auto eroticism, masturbation and sexual intercourse. They were questioned one at a time and by instructors in whom they had complete trust. No outside interviewers were brought in.
The results were surprising and revealing. Ninety-seven percent of the students admitted readily to fantasies of sexual contact with girls and/or women-mainly their mothers, relatives or teachers. Ninety-two percent said they masturbated frequently, while ninety-five percent said they had masturbated at least once. The most surprising statistic came from the admission by eighty-one percent of the boys who confessed to having some kind of sexual relations with a female. Another seventy-nine percent admitted to homosexual relations with boys close to their own ages.
The investigating team delved further into the group of students admitting sexual contacts. Of the eighty-one percent, some three hundred twenty boys, one hundred seventeen said their experience was limited to touching or being touched by members of the opposite sex. The contacts here were generally playing with the genitals or experimenting with feeling under the guise of play. However, sixty-one boys had actually experienced insertion of the penis into the vagina of a girl or woman. Again, experimenting and curiosity were given as the major reasons.
Perhaps the most surprising facts came to light with the remaining fifteen boys in this group. Not only did they admit to insertion of the penis but they were knowledgeable in the terminology of intercourse and the parts of the body (both technical names and common usage street names) and they considered their activities of intercourse with the female involved .Seven of these claimed vast relief similar to orgasm, even though their testicles had not yet descended and they were incapable of producing sperm.
In the light of this study, Dr. Parrintoll concludes that orgasm, at least in young males, is often an emotional as well as physical state. Since boys can attain erections of the penis almost from birth, and since they are definitely aware of sexual stimulae, Dr. Parrintoll points out that to consider them unready for intercourse until they pass the age of puberty is unrealistic. She neither advocates nor disapproves of such activity, but she says that a more honest approach to the matter must be considered by adults.
Further investigation with the same group of boys brought forth the fact that more than half of those admitting to intercourse and sexual satisfaction say their experiences were with older females. Of these, all but one was a mature woman.
Dr. Parrintoll concludes that: "Sex education in our schools today is sadly inadequate or lacking' we treat the child of ten as though he is a newcomer to the entire idea of sex, while often he has already surpassed the knowledge offered to him. It is time to increase the scope of our attempts to provide this much needed education-time to face realistically the idea that young males are very much interested in all aspects of sex-including the performance of the act. Let's stop guarding our outmoded morals and begin thinking of the welfare of the child."
-THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter One
She stood in the center of the room, rooted with a mixture of fear and wonder. The man had appeared in the doorway from the bedroom without warning, and Jean Purvis's breath caught in her throat as she stared at him. He was naked, and she could not force her gaze away from his incredible body. She had glanced at the insolent smile on his handsome face and immediately lowered her eyes, only to discover that his genitals were even more insolent. His cock was in a state of semi-erectness, jutting from his nest of dark pubic hair like a crimson sword. Below the swelling column, Jean could make out the darker shadows of his balls, still swaying slightly from his movements. Her mouth was very dry and she was having trouble breathing. Her fingers clutched the casebook she was holding and her palms were sweating.
"Who's your friend, Tony?" the man asked the boy.
The blond child shifted his weight in the chair and shrugged. "She's from the welfare department, Pa. She come about that trouble at school."
The man advanced from the doorway, oblivious of his nakedness and the impression it was having on Jean. She tried to retreat toward the door of the squalid apartment, but her feet would not obey the command of her brain. She was still hypnotized by the naked flesh of the man in front of her. My God, it was worse than it had ever been before. Why couldn't she control herself? At forty-two, Jean had never known the intimate company of a man for more than a very brief time. She had never been pretty, and dates had been few and far between as a girl. She had devoted herself to a career, hoping to alleviate some of the sexual frustrations that grew in her belly during the lonely nights she lay alone. Once in a while the physical need for a man drove her to bars where she met-no, picked up was the real truth-men and went with them to a hotel room for an hour or two of sex. In these sporadic sessions, she was wild with need and desire, filling herself of the lust and driving power each of the men seemed capable of giving.
Afterward, she was guilt-ridden and filled with remorse. She never saw any of the men again, despite the pleading of several of them to arrange second trysts. She hurried away from the hotels, went back to her own apartment, and scrubbed at her body under a hot shower for long periods of time as though to erase the pleasure her own body had betrayed her with. Each time, she swore she would never again let herself become that desperate-and for a while she would throw herself into her work and push all other thoughts out of her mind. It had been seven months since she had last wandered into a bar .. . and she had thought the lust was dormant for good. Yet the sight of this man's body brought it all rushing back with a violence that surprised her and frightened her.
The man knew he was shocking her, but he only smiled. Jean tried again to break the hypnotic power of his naked flesh. Finally, she pulled her gaze away, turned it back to the child. Tony Oberin seemed unconcerned by his father's appearance on the scene and gave no indication that he saw anything strange in the man's lack of clothing. Jean found herself staring at the child's small bulging crotch under the too-tight jeans he was wearing. Her face flamed red as she realized that she was wondering what his boycock and balls would look like in comparison to the man's.
"Tony been in trouble again, huh?" the man said.
Jean nodded and flicked her tongue over her dry lips. "I spoke to him last month, didn't he tell you?" She forced herself to meet the man's look. The smile was lifting the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah, he told me." He looked at the boy. "I thought I warned you about skipping and smoking. What's amatter with you? Stupid kid, can't you behave yourself?" His words were scornful but surprisingly lacking in anger. It was more as if he couldn't really care less about the boy or his problems.
Jean felt her chest tighten. It was her job to evaluate the child's home situation. Tony Oberin was a border-line juvenile delinquent, all he needed was time to polish some of his attitudes. Jean's job was to try to prevent this from happening, and she felt her responsibility greatly. It hurt her, physically and emotionally, to see a child left to drift for himself like this one. It was a wonder that Tony had not already run afoul of the law more seriously than he had. Maybe that was why she was so interested in his case. Too many other twelve-year-olds already had juvenile records in the city. If she could set one child on a better road, she felt she had accomplished something worthwhile. She was determined to do that with Tony.
The man looked back at Jean and smiled widely. "He's gonna try, ain'tcha, Tony?" He didn't look back at the boy as he added this last question.
"Sure, Pa, sure." Tony's head bobbed in quick motions. The child smiled at Jean.
The man grinned. "See, it'll be okay. Can you report that to the department? Maybe the school too?"
Jean frowned. She knew the man was simply trying to get rid of her, making idle promises that meant nothing. She could not let it go so easily. She had believed Tony's promises the last time she talked with him, but they had been empty.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Oberin, but I must fill out a complete report. Can we talk?" She was surprised at the steadiness of her voice. She was far from steady inside.
"Hey, sure." The man motioned toward the couch and Jean moved weakly and sat down. Oberin turned to Tony. "I'm outta beer, kid. Run down to the deli and get me some, huh?"
Tony seemed anxious to escape. He was on his feet in seconds, running toward the door. "Sure, Pa, sure." A moment later he was gone.
Oberin turned back toward Jean and approached the couch.
My God! Jean felt the tight pain in her chest and the quick surge of wetness between her legs. The stabbing cock was almost right in front of her eyes. It was rigid now and she could see the pulsing, throbbing vein along its length. She had to get out of here, but- He stood in front of her for a few seconds, enjoying her obvious discomfort. She was staring at his cock, bug-eyed with hot desire. She was really turned on, he could tell. He watched her pink tongue edge between her teeth, and took another step closer. For a second he thought she was going to grab him, but she got hold of herself and clasped her hands in her lap tightly. Grinning, he moved and sat beside her.
"Now, what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked in a low voice.
Jean felt her heart pounding behind her ribs. She was sure it could be heard by the man next to her-she was almost dizzy with the heady sensation his closeness brought her.
"Tony-he's-" It was almost impossible to think! The man was sitting so close, pressing his warm naked thigh along the plaid cotton of her dress where it was stretched over her plump thigh. His hand lifted, came to rest on his black hairy leg for an instant then moved the few inches to Jean's leg. Her sharp breath was audible clearly.
She could not look up at him. She had to push him away, tell him she was here on business, tell him to leave her alone, but she could not. Not with the heat coursing from his hand through her thigh and into her body. Her vagina was soaked now; she could feel the hot rush of thick sex juice under the nylon panties she wore. She could feel her clitoris throbbing, sending out distress signals of need as he tightened his fingers on her leg. She stared at his prick, a ramrod of ruby-red flesh now, standing upright between his loins, stabbing into the air and quivering as though it were anxious to find a handy haven to hold it. She could see the tiny bead of moisture forming at the tiny crevice at the domed head. She felt the quick rush of saliva in her mouth.
His hand moved to capture one of hers. He pried her fingers loose, and she did not stop him. Carefully but firmly, he moved her hand to his cock The first touch was electric. Her hand closed around the hot throbbing cockshaft convulsively and a moan escaped her lips. "Ooooohhhhh...."
"Feel good, baby? Yeah ... that's the way, rub it nice. I woke up with a goddamn hard-on, and I need a little loving ... yeah...."
She shook her head, trying to deny her need and lust, yet her hand began to pump slowly on the fabulous fuck tool she had so close ... so close ...
My God-"I--" "Jeez, don't talk, baby, just do it. Man, yeah ... harder. Holy shit, I need a cunt-" She looked up, dazed and frightened. Her tongue flicked over her dry lips and she almost choked with the cloying lust filling her. She saw the hot desire in his eyes, half closed now as she played with his hard cock. He wanted her. He wanted her.
And she wanted him. Nothing mattered any more except getting the gnawing need met. She looked down at the swollen shaft of male flesh in her hand. She snaked her fist back and forced the loose layer of foreskin as far as it would go. The heavy helmet-shaped head sprang out like a javelin. The single bead of preseminal fluid had oozed to a spreading film of wetness now, and the cockhead glistened temptingly. She heard the noise and finally realized she was making it. She was whimpering, vocalizing her lust and pain.
Her hand moved faster and faster as she watched in a daze. The thick ridge of the cockhead caught at the loose skin when she came up, tried to halt it, but finally was partially covered by the sheath. Immediately her hand reversed its direction of pressure and pulled the skin taut so she could see the web of veins below the mushroom cap. Her other hand moved to his balls, the lovely hairy sacs that were filled with the hard cores of need. She worked at the cock gently, lifting and cupping, kneading in soft urgent motions. The man threw his head back and groaned.
"Christ, baby ... holy shit-" He grabbed her then, forced her head down on him. "Blow me-for crissake, blow me!!!"
He shoved her down and the stabbing cock hit her cheek. She turned her head, her mouth open, and took him. The first taste of his hot fuck flesh almost drove her crazy. She felt the Shockwaves of lust course through her body, stemming from both the hot tool between her lips and the hard pressure on her clitoris as she pressed her legs together in agony. She began to suck him, doing now with her eager mouth what she had done moments ago with her hand. She pushed and pulled at his foreskin, ran her tongue under the heavy ridge of the cockhead, tasted and savored the dribbling pre-cum stuff he could no longer hold back. Her whole body was on fire now, and she could not control her desires. Her hands rubbed at the naked flesh of his hairy legs, delved into the nest at his crotch. She sank his tool all the way into her mouth, managing not to gag as it cut off her breath.
He was big. and his cock was thick and hot. He smelled male, and it aroused animal instincts in her. Her belly was a twisting, writhing knot now and her hips would no longer stay still. She was arching her body and pressing it closer and harder to him each second, yet she never lost the hot, steady beat on his cock. She really liked blowing a man-one of the itinerant hotel contacts had taught her the technique-at least he had gotten her started. The refinements and pleasure were her own as she caught onto it and found her own delight in it. Now she attacked Oberin's cock with an expertise that surprised and pleased him..
Her mouth was working at his prick like a vacuum, pulling and coaxing his load closer and closer to the surface. Christ, she was good! He'd woken up to the sound of voices, still half-drunk from his spree the night before and not thinking clearly. He'd had the vague thought that maybe Sally had come home-Sally, his wandering, sex-pot wife. In his stupor, he'd begun to think in terms of balling her-the one thing she was so damned good at that he could not get her out of his mind. Any time she decided to come home, he wanted as much of her hot cunt and loving as he could get before she took off again. So he'd staggered out to the living room only to find the women's voice he'd heard was not Sally but some plump middle-aged broad he'd never seen before. Now, by God, she was going down on him as good as Sally had ever done-jeez, his nuts ached-he was going to cum- - Jean felt the quick surge of pressure in the rigid swollen column of passion flesh. She knew he was going to shoot his load, pour it all down her throat, and she knew that in a small way, she would cum with him, feel the excitement of his lust fill her and bring her to a self-imposed climax of sorts. She had a fleeting thought that she might be able to stop, pull away and somehow get his prick into her more-than-ready cunt, but even as she had the thought, it was too late. The first spurt of his hot love juice began, teasing her palate and making her tongue lick eagerly for more.
Her hot lips caressed the pulsating, thrusting cock, her teeth scraped lightly over the heavy ridged surface. Her mouth pulled and sucked at the ready load of cum. She could not stop herself, nor did she want to.
Martin Oberin could not hold his cum back another second. He felt the hard pulling sensation, the tight coiling reaction of her lips that made him shudder as the wracking lust in his guts exploded. He felt the triggered warning, the quick spurt of his cum. It gushed from his bursting cockhead, spilling into her hot little mouth, sliding around in its own wetness before she could down the load. He felt the convulsive movement of her mouth as she swallowed in rapid succession, taking all he had to give her.
Jean felt the hot slimy stuff fill her mouth. It rushed past her teeth, swelled over her tongue and palate. It was salty and tart, making her shudder for an instant before she could come to her senses and push the slime down her throat with quick swallows. It seeped into her stomach, filling the rest of her body with the same white heat of his passion and setting off her own. A thick sludge of her own body juice erupted in her uterus and was forced downward into her cunt. The jerking spasms of her hips pushed downward, and the thick slime seeped through the empty gate of her pussy and sopped her cunt hair and smeared on her panties.
She squeezed her thighs together hard, without conscience awareness, and the tingling passion of her clitoris sent shivering orgasm upward into her body. And all the time she gulped his hot load of cum. It was as if he would never stop-she kept sucking more and more fuck juice from his hard pecker.
He gave voice to his release. "Aaaarrrrgggghhhh, oooohhhh, yyyyeeeeaaaahhhh!!" His body was jerking and jumping, driving the cock up into her hot mouth and feeling her lips and tongue along its entire length. He'd never had a better blow-job-even from sexy Sally. Christ, this little chick--old hen might be a better description--was good for what ailed him. It was a hell of a long time before he slowed his motions and sank back against the couch. Still she was working at his cock with her mouth, taking the past promises of cum from it. Her tongue ran circles around the cockhead and thick ridge, licked the solid length of the shaft over and over. When she finally pulled her dribbling lips from him, she paused to inspect and lick over the entire cock one more time. She didn't want to miss a goddamn drop of his tasty cum.
She looked up at him breathlessly. There were little flecks of saliva and his cock-stuff clinging to her lips and the corners of her mouth. As though she knew he'd seen them, she flicked her tongue to capture them too. She was breathing like a steam engine and her eyes were wild.
"Christ, you really come on strong, lady. You're a hot little number."
She panted. "I'm sexy-oh, God-take me. Fuck me, please-I need it-fuck me...."
He laughed. "Hey, you don't fool around, huh? Hell, I don't even know your name!" He was teasing her now. He liked the wild hot look on her face. He laughed softly, but even that did not stop her.
She was too far gone to care. Her body cried for release, and her need boggled her mind. She forgot why she had come here, actually where she was. She knew only that she was with a naked man, and her lust for his cock had only been spurred by his first cumming in her mouth. She was far from satisfied. She began to explore him with her hands, hot quick motions designed to excite him again. His cock had not gone soft, only slackened its intense thrust for the time. She knew she could bring it up again, and she would not let go of him until she had the fucking she craved. She could not stop now.
Chapter Two
Tony hung around down on the street, waiting and wondering about what was happening upstairs. Christ, his old man walking in like that naked! It was a wonder the dame from the welfare department didn't have a heart attack. Tony had watched her, seeing the way she looked at his old man's big dong. Pa woke up with a hard-on, like always. Tony had long ago accepted the fact that his father was a horny bastard who would screw anything he could get his hands on. How often Tony had listened and even watched-secretly, of course-while his father and some woman did it in the bedroom. He'd watched his ma and pa first, then his pa with other women when Sally began running around more and more. Tony had even seen Sally fuck guys who came to the house. One of his earliest memories was seeing his mother get that door-to-door salesman all hot so he couldn't keep his hands off her. The next thing the four-year-old kid knew, he was seeing the man strip off his clothes and fall atop the naked woman right there on the living room floor. He remembered his mother giggled and pulled at the man's prick.
Tony had been surprised to see how big the thing had grown, compared to his own small dingus. It made him feel strange watching, but he could not move away. After that, whenever his mother bathed him he half held his breath when she washed his genitals, and she seemed to take more time than necessary to do it. She always lifted his little cock, washed under it, smiling the whole time.
He remembered that now, and every time his old man had some dame upstairs.
But a welfare caseworker. Jeez ... it could mean trouble. Maybe the woman would scream rape and run-but no, he'd been out of the apartment fifteen minutes already, and she hadn't come out. She was still in there-with pa, with his cock all hard and aching for a woman.
He walked back up the stairs and listened outside the door. He heard sounds, but they weren't clear enough to make out. He turned the knob and slipped inside the apartment. He stood close to the door and the big chair and the floor lamp next to it screened him from the couch. He could see the two people on it, but they were far too engrossed to notice him. His old man was unbuttoning the woman's blouse, pulling it back from her white shoulders. The woman helped him, working her way out of the skirt and shoving it away from her body with an impatient kick of her foot once she got the cloth down past her legs. She sat there in her bra and underpants, panting like she'd been working hard.
Her hands were all over the man, feeling him, rubbing him and playing with his big cock. Pa's dick was still hard and thrusting-or maybe this was the second time around. Tony knew that the man was capable of marathon sexing when he was in the mood.
The woman was not very pretty. Tony couldn't see the reason for his father's interest. She was a little on the fat side, with a thick roll at her middle where the elastic of her panties made a deep mark in her white flesh. The bra held her big tits, and he could see his father staring down into the deep crevice shadowed between them. Pa licked his lips
"Get your goddamn clothes off-" the man said She struggled for an instant with the hooks at the back of her bra, then finally managed to free her tits. She yanked the bra off with a quick motion, shrugging her shoulders and letting her breasts spill out of the traps that held them. They danced and bounced on her ribs. His father made a dive for them. "Holy shit," Martin said as he fell on her tits, forcing her back and scrambling onto her so he could maul at the huge white domes of flesh, one with his hand and the other with his mouth. He licked at the circle of the areola, stabbed his tongue at the sunken nub of the nipple and brought it to instant arousal. The end popped like a thimble onto his tongue and he grabbed it between his teeth and lips, sucking and tugging, and all the time his hand was crushing and rubbing at the smooth white flesh of the sister boob alongside his head. He was getting hot again... this dame was like fire-
Jean struggled to pull the panties down without dislodging the man's body from her own. She wanted to feel his naked flesh along the length of her own, feel his warmth and his incredible prick on her hot skin and have it drive her even more crazy than she was already. She had lost all reason, all caution now. She had to be fucked-she could not turn back now. She yanked at the flimsy cloth of her underwear, heard the nylon rip and quickly pulled the offending garment out from between their thrashing bodies. He was sucking her tit wildly, and she writhed and wriggled under him. Now she could feel his coarse crotch hair against her belly and thighs. She arched her back, pushed herself downward so their pubic hair patches met.
"Ohhhh, God! Put it in! Put it in!"
She opened her legs-wide, trapping him between them and forcing the hot poker of his prick to slide down her pubic mound and slap between her legs. He let go of her tit with a sigh of need.
"Goddamn hot little bitch-you wanna get fucked? Huh? Is that what you want?" He gasped and forced the words out. Her wet cunt was reaching for his cock, trying to suck it in. She got her hands down between them and grabbed the huge blood-filled organ and stabbed it at her own body.
"Yes .. . yeeeessss ... put it in!" Her pussy was wet and slimy, soaked with her own need and the juices that had collected between her legs during the sex play they had engaged in. She felt the hot tip of his prick electrify her body as it touched her thick throbbing labia, and she forced the head of the loving tool between the gulping lips of her erotic passage. Then she grabbed at the man's hips, yanked him toward her and forced entry of his cock before he realized what she was up to. He gasped, then grinned.
"Hey, holy shit! Hot and tight-what a cunt!" He wasn't sure if he'd really thought about it far enough to expect anything in particular, now he knew that he was surprised. Surprised by the tightness and sureness of her pussy. Despite her age-Christ, she had to be at least ten years older than he was-she was as tight and sweet as a virgin cunt. All grabbing and pulling with her cunt muscles, sucking his dick into the hot hole instantly and making him like it and want a hell of a lot more. He found a spot to brace his hands next to her body and began to fuck her. Christ, she was hot and deep. He could feel his cock hit the end of her slimy vagina, sucked into the pulpy wall like a fist in a warm sponge. He knew his next load of cum would be ready very soon.
Jean felt the plunging tool stab deep into her cunt and air expelled from her lungs in a sigh of relief. It felt so wonderfully good, she could already feel the hot signals from her body. She was building to a wonderful climax. Her hands were sliding over his ass, and she got her feet up so she could let her heels drum on the bouncing hairy buttocks as he drummed his dick into her. Her hips would not stay still, thrusting upward each time he stroked down and forcing his prick penetration to the hilt. She felt his heavy hung balls slap against her ass-it drove her wild.
"Oooohhhh, goooodddd! Harder-fuck me harder-ohhhh, yeeeessss!" She clawed at his back and shoulders, trying to ease her own need by the contacts with him. Her body was on fire, alive with pulsating nerves that could only be quelled by the huge impending orgasm in her guts. Her whole belly was a tightly coiled spring now, ready to be set off when it reached the final stage of tautness. It was not far off....
"Your cock's so hard-and so big-" She could hardly breathe or get the words out. She was close to orgasm ... very close.
He wasn't doing so bad himself. The hot twat had gobbled up his cock, and he could feel the soothing yet fiery balm of her love juice slathering his prick. Even his balls were soaked with it, and each time he plunged his dick into her cunt, a loud wet smacking sound filled the room over the harsh rasping of their breathing. She had a way of squeezing his dick with her cunt muscles each time he came down on her that drove him crazy. Her cunt was even more talented than her blowing mouth. His pecker was throbbing with need again, filled with the hot blood of passion and straining with a new load of cum. He was going to give her all he had-he grinned-no, she was going to take it!
She was setting the pace, driving at him, demanding and insisting. He'd never had a woman quite as forceful in sex, although he'd had plenty who kept up with anything he offered. But this one was something else again, a wildcat who wouldn't be denied. He slammed his prick into her again and again, pulling at the weight of her body as she kept her legs wrapped around him and rode him from underneath. His balls ached for release.
Tony was fascinated by the spectacle. In all the times he'd watched either his mother or father-or both-engage in sex, he'd never seen anything like this. This welfare lady was wild! It made Tony's belly ache watching her and seeing his father's cock inside her. From where he stood, Tony could actually see his father's huge prick driving into the woman's body. He had glimpsed the deep red wet slash between the woman's legs when she spread them and raised them to bring the man's tool into her valley, but now all he could see was his old men's thick round hairy balls beating against the woman s white ass. But the way she was whimpering and moaning, Tony knew that she was getting fucked damned good.
He put his hand down to the aching pain in his groin, then looked down quickly as he felt the hardness in his own prick. He clamped his hand over the mound that was throbbing now and looked back to the couple on the couch. He'd gotten horny watching them! He licked his lips and breathed through his mouth. God, his dick hurt-Jean hurt too. Hurt with the violent pain of the climax that was ready to burst in her belly. She raised her hips, held him tight, rode the glorious cock to fulfillment. "I'mmmmmmmm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!" She thought she was screaming the words with abandon, but they were hoarse whispers above the slapping sounds of wet flesh meeting wet flesh.
"Here-it-comes! Jeeeeezz, here-it-comes!" Martin felt the hot load pulled from his balls and out along the length of his stabbing prick. He felt the heavy pressure of the semen against the tight muscle at the tip of his cock, felt the strain conquer the resistance, then the hot wad of cum spurt from his tool. He shot one wad, then the rush of juice came violently as he loosed the rest of it into the swampy hole of her cunt.
She felt it too, and it set off the explosion she had been readying since she first saw the huge glorious unsheathed prick. He was fire and force, sinking into her with a fury that could only come when a man's hot sticky cum was finally spurting into her cunt. She let the huge waves of orgasm wash through her, and she moaned with delight as they filled her.
"Aaaahhhh, uuuummmm, oooohhhh, yeeeessss, I'mmmm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!" Her fingers raked his naked flesh, her legs clamped him inside her, her heels pressed hard into his ass. The molten lava of her cum met his and fused them together in the passion of mutual orgasm. It was a hell of a long time before either of them slowed or paused for breath.
Tony whimpered with the pain in his young cock. He had watched breathlessly, listened with growing immature passion of his own. The memory of his mother washing his baby cock flooded his mind ... and he knew now that he wanted to have a woman touch him, show him the pleasures of his body. He knew too that that was what he had wanted all those times as he sat in the tepid water of the tub while his mother smiled and handled his cock and balls so gently yet firmly. He was still a child, but he knew he wanted his first taste of a woman. He wanted to experience the wondrous thing his father had just found so enjoyable with the lady from the welfare department.
Jean came back to life slowly. She had let the orgasm carry her into her secret world of love and need. But it was over. The man was pulling his deflating prick from her cunt. He was gasping and heaving from breath, and she let her legs flop from his warm and perspiring body.
"Holy Christ!" he said as he climbed from her supine body. His cock dredged through the wet tangle of pubic hair and slid over her cunt curtains one last time before it flopped weakly against his wet thigh. "If you ain't something!" he said.
Still breathing hard through her mouth, Jean licked her lips and sighed. Now that it was over, now that her body had given and taken the fullest measure of sexual pleasure, she was again shy and tongue-tied. It was like all the times in the hotels-she was ashamed and confused and could not look at the man who had a moment before been part of her.
Her belly was a swirling mass of pleasant sensations, her legs quivering with the wild radiating Shockwaves of delight that had filled her. She swung her legs to the floor and pushed herself up to a sitting position. She did not look at the man's face but she could not help stealing a glance at the wet cock that lay on his leg. It was coated thickly with the mixture of their cum juices, white with heavy creamy lather of love. Even now, sated and drained, she longed to touch it, cleanse it with her tongue and comfort it in its weakness.
She forced her eyes and thoughts away. My God, she didn't even know this man! How could she-? She looked for her clothes. Then she saw the child near the door. Her breath escaped in a gasp. "Oh!!!"
The man looked up and saw what had startled her. To her surprise, he laughed. "Hey, you been watching all the time, huh, Tony?" the father asked.
The boy nodded but said nothing. His face was tight and pained, and then Jean noticed he was bent forward, leaning on the back of the chair.
"Is he-are you all right?" Even in her confusion, she responded to the child's dilemma.
Tony nodded and whispered something that was only a mumble of sound. His father laughed and got to his feet. Jean watched the boy and the man's tight firm ass sprinkled with dark hairs as he crossed the room.
The man put his hand to the boy's shoulder and yanked him from behind the chair where he was hiding. "I thought so!" the man chortled. He spun the boy around and laughed loudly. "Look at that!!!"
Jean saw the pale face of the child, the startled look at what his father had done. For a moment she did not know what the man was talking about. Then her eyes moved down to where the boy's hand was still clutching his throbbing boy-tool. She saw then that the child was aroused-his baby cock was hard and pushing against the cloth of his blue jeans.
He had a hard-on!!
Chapter Three
Jean's breath caught in her throat and refused to move. The man was still standing next to the boy, pushing him now and trying to move him across the room. The boy glanced up at him once, then stumbled forward to a spot almost directly in front of Jean. His father was right behind him.
"Hey, yeah, look at him. I thought he was a kid but it kinda looks like he's getting damned grownup ideas, huh? Look at that cock!!!"
The boy looked confused and embarrassed and would not meet his father's eyes. Jean felt a flush of shame rush to her face. She was embarrassed for the child and for herself. She wanted to flee, leave this crude man and wipe out the memory of the events that had taken place here in the dingy apartment on the wrong side of town, but she could not.
Even as she struggled with her thoughts, she felt the heavy flow between her legs and knew that the man's cum Was pouring from her cunt. She had to clean up. She looked around desperately, eyes eagerly searching for the bathroom. The man understood and laughed again.
"Had enough, huh? Too bad, Tony, lady's all fucked out. You gonna have to find yourself another cunt somewhere. Ain't you got a little girl friend somewhere who'll play doctor with you?" He laughed uproariously at his stupid joke and slapped the boy on the shoulder.
Jean scrambled to her feet. "Where's the bathroom-?" Her voice broke and she felt the hot sting of tears at her eyelids.
Still laughing, the father pointed toward the bedroom, and Jean stumbled away. She moved past the unmade bed and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and fastening the small latch that had been nailed to the door. Her face was flaming now, and she felt slightly sick to her stomach. She began to clean herself up.
In the living room, Martin Oberin rummaged in the litter on the table for a cigarette. His nakedness did not bother him or the boy. He was thinking-something he was good at, at least this kind of thinking. The welfare dame had come here to make trouble. Instead, she spread her legs and got herself fucked royally. She was human after all... not like some of the cold tomatoes who'd been here other times from the agencies when Tony was in trouble. Maybe Martin could use the woman to solve his problems once and for all. He was sick of having some stupid government people try to tell him how to live his life and what was good for his kid. Why the hell didn't they leave him alone? And Tony too? Christ, it wasn't as if the kid had committed a robbery or anything. He was just a kid being a kid. A little trouble was part of growing up.
He cupped a match to the cigarette and inhaled deeply. He turned to look at Tony, and he saw that the kid's cock was still hard under his clothes. He grinned.
"That was some sex, huh? The old dame's quite a lay."
Tony didn't move. He wasn't sure what his father wanted him to say or do. At first he'd thought his old man only wanted to make the woman uncomfortable by drawing attention to Tony, but now he wasn't so sure. He knew the signs, knew when his father was cooking up a scheme, and he had the feeling it involved him.
Martin Oberin scratched at his crotch absently. His cock was all the way down now. The dame had taken care of him but good. She might still rush out of here and do something stupid-like file a report against Tony, say his home environment was unsatisfactory. Martin's pride wouldn't let that happen. He took another deep drag on the butt and held the smoke in his lungs a few seconds before he let it out. Yeah, he'd make sure she didn't do anything dumb.
He knew how, too. He'd seen the look in her eyes when she got a gander at Tony's bulging crotch. She was like all the rest-she'd love to get her hands on kid stuff, feel the smooth belly and balls of some male who hadn't grown up all the way yet.
Grinning, he grabbed Tony and shoved him into the bedroom. Without talking, afraid the woman might hear through the flimsy fucking door of the bathroom, Martin pulled the sweat shirt over Tony's head and yanked open the snap at the waist of the jeans. Tony looked at him with startled eyes and he motioned impatiently for the kid to take off the pants. Tony did as his father commanded, afraid not to and shaking with the thoughts of what was to happen. When he had his pants off, his father shoved him back on the bed, making him sprawl on his back. The old man grinned at the still straining boy cock that tried to stand up from the boy's crotch. Then he leaned down and tugged off the shoes and socks from the boy's feet. He jabbed a finger toward Tony and whispered, "Stay right there."
He glanced at the bathroom door as the sound of the toilet flushing gave its muffled roar. He went out the bedroom but stood close to the open doorway, watching. The woman had rushed into the bathroom without picking up her clothes, and Martin was betting the sight of the naked aroused boy would be too much for her. A hot little number like that twat wouldn't be able to resist the lovely tanned flesh of the kid-not if he'd read the signs right. If she took the bait, he'd have her right where he wanted her-in a spot where she couldn't do a damn thing to him or the kid. He'd show the goddamn welfare department they couldn't push him around.
Jean scrubbed at her crotch with the dingy wash rag that was hanging on a peg. It was the best she could do until she could get home and douche. God, the full impact of what she had done hit her now, and she didn't know how she would be able to walk past the man and the boy and get out of the apartment. She realized then that she had stumbled from the room without her clothes, and that she would have to -walk past them naked! Her cheeks burned and she could not meet her eyes in the mirror over the sink.
She unlocked the door and paused a moment before she opened it. The apartment seemed quiet. Had they gone? Oh God, could she be so lucky? She opened the door and glanced at the door to the living room which was directly across from her. No sign of either of them. She could see the end of the couch and her skirt and blouse where she had dropped them in her haste. She walked out of the bathroom.
She was directly at the foot of the bed before she saw him. Lying there, staring at her, his pinched face tight with emotion, and his boy cock half erect from his naked crotch.
She sucked air into her lungs and clutched her hand to her nude breast. "Ooooohhh- The child's eyes followed her swaying tits and she saw the deep pools reflect some smoldering need that he did not know how to handle. She took a step toward him stopped. Glancing at the door, she tried to force herself from the bedroom, to get herself dressed and out of the apartment. The boy said nothing but his eyes were intent on her, like hot coals. She hesitated, changed her direction and moved toward the bed.
"Where's your father?" she asked. Again, her voice came out a shaky, hoarse whisper. It gave an air of conspiracy to her question that she had not intended.
The boy did not answer.
"Did he leave?"
Still no answer. Jean felt the pulse pounding in her temples, felt the quick rush of blood to her guts. The lovely naked child lay quiet and stared at her. She sat on the edge of the bed, and his eyes were hypnotized as her breasts swayed close to him. "Are you all right?" she asked.
He didn't move except for the pink tongue which made a slow course over his parted lips.
A pain stabbed at Jean's chest. He looked so innocent, so helpless lying there. Her hand touched his warm thigh and the contact sent a shiver through her. She moved her fingers along his leg toward his torso. She could not stop herself now. The first feel of his incredibly smooth flesh had captured her totally, and she could not remove the gentle caressing fingers. She stroked his belly and still be did not move nor did he take his eyes from her.
She leaned forward and her breast dangled close to his body. She heard the sharp little breath he took. Her hand inched toward the wondrous crotch, so hairless, and smooth. With the tiny budding cock struggling to attain an erection over the empty sacs of his scrotum. Poor baby. She did not realize she was talking aloud. "Poor baby... poor baby...."
Her hand cupped the tiny tool, squeezing firmly but gently on the small flagpole of latent desire. It was warm and semi-hard, not yet knowing the full power of which it would someday be capable. He was a small child for his age, and his diminutive dick was perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body. She began to move her clenched fist up and down slowly.
His eyes grew round and bright. He liked it. She smiled carefully at him to show him she would not harm him. She just wanted to touch him, to feel his smooth flesh and to ease his pain.
As she worked at the lovely little cock, she stared at the budding flesh that was growing with each touch. The creased layers of his foreskin popped over the dark head, covering it completely and drawing the noose of flesh to a tiny circle over it. Then, as she pulled back, the glistening smooth pinker head popped out of the cocoon like a rabbit from a hole. She felt her chest tighten as the beautiful sight thrilled her. She leaned closer, let her breast brush across the child's thigh. He made a small sound but she did not look up. She was too fascinated by the beauty of his unfolding maleness. She studied the tiny glistening tip of his prick, pulled gently at the slit at its crest and inspected the deep pink wet flesh inside it.
Her heart was pounding, her blood racing. She lifted the cock and put her other hand under it to find the soft, wrinkled skin of his empty scrotal sacs. She prodded gently, delving into the depths of them to search for the hard nuts of manhood, but they were not there yet. He was only a child. A boy ... a lovely creature. She did not realize she had bent all the way over him until she felt the hot tip of his cock at her kissing lips. She stroked and kissed the tiny tool, rubbing it all the while to maintain the hardness that had grown in it. It was only half the size of the cock the man had displayed and used so pleasurably on her. This was a toy compared to the man tool she had had, but it was a tempting and lovely toy, and she wanted to hold it and love it.
Her belly rumbled with new emotions, her uterus began to contract with spasms of need. She was getting herself excited with the child. Her newly-scrubbed crotch and thighs were again growing moist with anticipation and need. She knew that she wanted to have the boy's flesh in her, feel his young strength inside her cunt. The idea horrified her. and thrilled her at the same time. She could not stop now.
She opened her mouth and took the boy's prick. It was smooth and delicious, and she tongued at it with growing passion. The boy wiggled under her probing tongue, and she pressed her hand to his belly to flatten him to the bed. Her lips and tongue worked at the bulging flesh of his cock, exciting it and bringing it to full steam. The organ swelled and extended, delighting her palate and tickling her throat. His dick was only half the size of the choking man cock she'd had earlier, and her delight knew no bounds as she captured the entire length of the prick without trouble. She could press her face all the way to his body, feel his warm skin against her nose and mouth, her cheeks and eyes.
The aroma of sunshine and outdoors filled her nostrils. Her hips were arching and falling as she could no longer sit still. She turned and pushed the child's body across the bed without letting go of the treasure in her mouth. She angled herself beside him, moving around so her eyes were below her contact point of the working mouth. Now when she came down on him, her nose pressed into the soft loose sacs of his balls and her sight was graced by the beauty of the rough skin that would someday house his manhood. Her mouth filled with saliva and it dribbled around the shaft between her lips. She moved faster and faster on him, trying to get him and keep him in her hot mouth. He was wild and wonderful, a smooth, hairless child who wanted her to do all the lovely things that men had taught her.
Tony was going crazy. Ever since his father had walked from the room, Tony had known what would happen. His old man set it up, knowing the woman would come to the boy and begin her ministrations on him. At first, Tony had been scared. The idea of really finding out what sex was all about-really experiencing it himself instead of watching others furtively-was a frightening thought. Yet it was exciting in other ways too. He and his pals had kidded around about girls often enough, even speculated what it would be like to fuck someone. But none of them had ever tried it-at least he was pretty sure they hadn't. Some of the older boys, sure, but they laughed and wouldn't pal around with the "kids" of eleven and twelve. They talked about balling chicks, getting blown by talented mouths, and fucking up a storm every chance they got-but Tony suspected a lot of it was just talk.
This was the real thing. The lady from the welfare department was showing him what it was all about! God, he felt strange feelings he'd never had before. Her mouth-was all hot and wet on his cock, driving at it and licking and teasing. He could feel the deep stirring in his guts, the desire and physical need. It was different from his mother touching him-there was no love for this woman, only the need for her touch and the experience of having her at him. He let his breath out in a huge sigh.
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh...."
"Mmmmmmm." She moaned against his balls, lapped at the juicy wet prick in her mouth. If she could get it all the way up ... yes ... oh, God, she wanted to have him, wanted to feel the small young male cock flesh slide between her legs and thrill her sex nerve endings. His dick would be lost inside the cuntal cavern of her body, but he would give her a thrill no man could deliver. He would be hers and virgin. A virgin cock inside her cunt. Oh, God, she had to have him.
She had forgotten about the child's father who now watched from the doorway. Hey, look at that dame go at the young stuff. Had he been right or had he been right!!! Holy shit, she was eating the kid's cock up! His own cock bounced and stirred at the sight. Go to it, lady, fuck him ... he said the words silently in his mind.
Jean broke from the delectable boyfuck tool with a loud popping sound. She turned and looked at the boy, her eyes glazed and her lips full of spit. She moved over him, brushing her heavy tits along his thin chest and then crouching over him and straddling his hips.
"I won't hurt you...." she whispered.
He watched her wide-eyed, not moving but breathing hard. She had gotten him more excited than he had ever been in his life, and he wanted the next part as much as she did, but he was afraid to say so. He knew what she was going to do. She was going to put his stiff cock up inside her-she was going to fuck him.
She positioned herself over his crotch, staring down at her open body and fingering the thick mat of hair to part the curtained doorway. He lifted his head and looked. He saw the glistening ruby red lips of her vagina spread open as she tugged at them with her hands, saw the darkish hair part to expose the deep red throbbing tissues beneath it. It was like a huge red mouth about to gobble him up. She was making funny noises now, whimpering sounds almost like she was crying.
Jean felt the hot surge of her own desire swamp her pussy as she readied herself for the boy. She grabbed at his pecker, aimed it upward into the dribbling, flaming cunt, moved it back and forth against her erotic flesh to arouse herself even more. She found her clitoris with the tip of the organ and slapped it against the tiny bud of passion. It was a 200-volt shock and she almost pitched forward onto him that instant. She moved her hips and the cock at the same time, forcing the hot little male thing to waggle against her tingling trigger. Then she couldn't stand it any more. She spread the vulva, came down hard on the kid's tool. The penis shot up into her and she was fucking him. Her cunt swallowed him whole. Her labia licked at the length of his boy cock, taking it deep inside her and still cupping around the sacs hanging under it. It was almost as though she might be able to take them into her, too, and she rubbed her cunt hard against his ass as she sank deep between his thin young legs each time she fucked down. He was breathing hard now, moaning as she began to initiate him into the rites of coitus.
His strength and might surprised and delighted her. Even though she knew that his size was small, it felt as if he filled her completely, swelling against the walls of her vagina and pressing all the instant start buttons of her passion. She humped and rode him, supporting her weight on her knees and heels so she would not hurt him. She flailed her body like whiplashes at his golden-tanned, youthful torso, beyond anything but finding the pleasure she knew her body had in store for her. It was a driving force, more powerful than any she had ever known and that she would never have admitted lay inside her like a sleeping dragon.
In the doorway, the man lifted the small camera and focused on the woman and boy on the bed. It was hard to keep the dame in the small sighting window, she was moving so damned fast on the kid. She was really going to town on him, and the boy was loving every second of it. Martin Oberin had seen the kid's cock swell up like a balloon and throb for the first intercourse of his young life. When that dame had begun sucking the kid's cock, the father knew the kid was going to get it, and that he wanted it. No two ways-the kid was growing up. It wouldn't be long until he was balling the neighborhood girls on the roof or in the halls. A chip off the old block. Martin Oberin grinned and snapped the shutter of the camera. The flashbulb popped, lighting the room with a glare for an instant.
Jean felt the explosion of her body and it seemed to explode with a brilliant light in her brain. She gasped, as the rigid boy cock in her cunt spurted a hot drop of fluid into the huge cavity of her thirsty body. It triggered her orgasm, filling her with the light and the shivering hot flashes of pleasure that were like huge waves washing over her.
She let the relief and release flood her. She felt the boy's twitching cock inside her pussy, and she tightened her cunt muscles around it, pulling at it and trying for the load of cum she knew did not exist. Surprisingly, she came as good or better than when she had a hot sticky load spurting into her pussy. She came with a heady violent orgasm that left her breathless and panting. After a long time, she slowed her driving motions on the child's prick and came to rest.
Looking down at him, she was suddenly horrified by the violent betrayal of her own body. My God, what had she done?
The boy was grinning at her and he didn't look the least bit unhappy.
Chapter Four
"Wow!" the boy said, still grinning. He felt different yet very good. He had enjoyed his first adventure into the world of grown-up sexual activity. It sure as hell beat holding onto himself and trying to make the damned thing go down. She had made him feel wild and wonderful all at the same time. The feeling of his cock slipping around in that wet tunnel of lust had made him tingle all over, and for a minute he'd thought he was going to manufacture a load of cum and shoot it into her. He thought he'd felt something shoot out into her hot sucking hole, but maybe it had been his imagination. Whatever, he sure as hell had no complaints about her taking him the way he'd been taken. Man, real fucking. He still couldn't get over it.
He looked up at her big tits dangling over him and then at her face. She looked funny, kind of scared again and also kind of pleased. She'd liked fucking him. The idea pleased him immensely.
"Oh, poor child...." she said with a smile.
"Wow!" he said again.
In slow motion, she climbed off him, letting her wet cunt scrape across his hip as she did. He saw the quick flicker of delight flash in her eyes. Then she stood next to the bed.
"I-I'm sorry," she said softly. "I-I-oh, you darling child, you were wonderful!" She bent quickly and caught him in her arms, pulling him close to her naked body and cradling him in her lap. His face pressed against the heavy hot boobs and one of the nipples was right in front of his mouth. He opened his lips and flicked his tongue at it. She hissed air between her teeth and pulled him closer. She was very warm and smelled of powder. Even after all the hot sweaty sex stuff, she was womanly sweet. Tony let her push the nipple into his mouth. He sucked it.
She sat holding him in her arms, rocking slightly as he took the breast. Dear sweet child, the baby she had never borne. The child of her heart.. . and body. His tender lips working at her breast excited her and pleased her, made her realize that what had happened between them was not a thing she could dismiss and blot from her memory. She wanted to hold the boy, keep him close forever.
The laughter startled her and she jerked her head up and looked toward the doorway. She had forgotten all about the man; now she saw with shock that he was still naked and leering at her. He had never left the apartment at all! He had watched her with-Oh, God! What had she done?
He was laughing at her. Very carefully, she took her tit from the boy's mouth and laid him back against the pillow. He protested slightly and she patted his hip reassuringly. She got to her feet and confronted the father.
"You did this-" she glared at him.
His laughter was a rough sound in the quiet room.
"You knew-you did it deliberately-!" Her rage was almost out of hand.
He shrugged his naked hairy shoulders. "I didn't do nothing compared to what you did, doll. I didn't fuck the kid." He laughed cruelly again. He lifted his hand and she saw the camera in it and the flashbulb still in place. "Now, what do you suppose the welfare department's going to think when they see the little picture I've got in here?"
The rage exploded. She lunged at him, grabbing for the camera, but he twisted away and held it out of her reach. He laughed again. "Now let's not do anything dumb-I'd hate to slug you, but I will if you don't behave!" There was menace in his tone.
Jean backed away, aware that she was pressed almost full length along his naked flesh. The thought of him disgusted her now, and she could not bear to touch him. She bit her lip and choked off the sob that threatened to erupt.
"That's better," he said. "Now why don't we just go sit down and talk about this, huh?" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with him. She stumbled and almost fell, but he dragged her to her feet. She was too frightened to protest again. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. No man had ever treated her this way, and she had never had so much to hide and be ashamed of in her life! She wished she were dead!
He shoved her onto the couch, and Jean picked up her bra with nervous fumbling hands. She tried to struggle into it while the man took his place in front of her, his big heavy cock still dangling like a warning beacon. She turned her eyes from it. She would not look at him again.
"Gettin' kinda modest all of a sudden, ain't ya?"
She managed to fasten the hooks, then reached to the floor for the panties. When she saw the shredded nylon she suppressed a whimper and stuffed them onto the cushion beside her. She found her blouse and skirt and began to work her way into them.
He waited for her to finish. If she had to cover herself, it was okay with him. He was through with her body for now, and so was Tony. Yeah, they'd both had enough pussy to last them a little while. Let her worry a bit....
She said nothing but when she finally found her shoes and stockings and managed to get them on, she looked up at him. He grinned and swung the camera before her face.
"You and I're going to make a little deal, baby."
She licked her lips nervously.
"You are going to make that goddamn report to the welfare department sound beautiful-we ain't got no troubles at all, you got that?"
She could only stare. She was numb with desperation and inner panic.
"You fix that deal with Tony and the school-you hear?" When she didn't answer right away, he took a step toward her and raised his hand.
She cowered and pulled back. "Yes... ."It was barely a whisper and she nodded her head to emphasize the word.
"That's better. Okay, now, you make out your report so's no one's gonna come snooping around and making trouble. I don't want any more stupid jerks from your department bothering us." He paused and an evil smile curled his lips. "But we want you to come back and check up on us often. You got that?"
She moved her head in agreement again. He was blackmailing her, forcing her to falsify her reports and whitewash him. In exchange, he was offering his silence about her lusting attentions to the child. There was something else too-he was saying she had to return! She had to come back for more sex! Set herself up for more blackmail... it was a frightening thought that had its sting removed only by the thought that to do this also meant more sex. She bit her lip.
"I see you know what I mean. Yeah, me 'n' Tony want you to come back and play games with us. We like your style, lady. We like the way you come on nice and strong and hang in there riding a man's dick until there ain't no more rod to ride. You're gonna be the answer to a lot of problems around here. Ha!" He looked down to his dormant dangling cock and waggled his hips so the organ flapped noisily against his balls. "You're gonna take care of papa's dink in fine style. And at the same time you can show Tony a few more things from your bag of tricks." He threw his head back and laughed loudly.
Jean struggled to her feet. She had to get out of there before she was sick. She grabbed her purse and moved around the man, giving his naked disgusting body wide berth. She could not stand the sight of him now, and she only wanted to escape. She had to get away so she could think. Her mind would not function under this terrible pressure and strain.
He blocked her way, shoving his arm across in her path. She looked at him with frightened eyes.
"You're in a mighty big hurry, baby. I'll let you go, but first let me hear you say you get what I mean. Do you?" His eyes were dark and his face scowling. "Say it!" he demanded.
"I-understand...." Her lips trembled.
"Good," he said, smiling. "Now just to make sure, you write down your name and address there on that paper." He pointed to a pad in the litter of the coffee table. She picked it up, considered for a moment trying to fun, but finally scrawled her name and address on the paper with a stub of a pencil lying on top of a racing form. He held his hand out and took the paper.
"Jean Purvis-that right?"
She nodded.
"6213 Holly Drive. Where's that?" He frowned.
"Near Archer Street." She was afraid of him and answered automatically and truthfully. It did not occur to her to try to lie.
He nodded, recognizing the name of the larger street that was a main thoroughfare in a nice section of the city. "You got a phone?" he asked.
Again her head bobbed and she said, "Should I write it down?"
He clutched the paper away from her as she reached for it. "No, I can find it when I want it." He moved the paper to the same hand as the camera, which he had still not set down. Was he afraid she would grab it? Would she?
She wasn't sure of anything except that she had to get out of there. She skirted past him and went for the door. This time he did not try to stop her. She pulled the door open and fled into the hall and down the stairs.
Behind her, she heard his laughter through the door she had not taken time to close. She felt her cheeks flaming and her breath rushing wildly.
When she reached the street door, she stopped and leaned against the wall of the grimy hall of the tenement. She snapped open her purse and dug for a comb. A few moments later, she emerged from the building and hurried along the sidewalk. She wanted to put as much distance between her and the scene as possible. She was shaking all over now, trembling with the jumbled emotions that had assailed her.
My God! What was she going to do?
She caught a cab at the corner and gave the driver her address, then settled back, eyes closed to survive the twenty-minute ride.
In the privacy of her own house, she broke down and let the tears flood freely. It was horrible! What was she going to do? She peered at her swollen, tear-stained face in the mirror and tried to see some evidence that she was still the same woman who had left the house that morning. Was she some kind of monster to have let such a thing happen? Had she lived alone so long that her fantasies had taken over her life? My God! First the man-a total stranger! Then the boy-a mere child who was not yet developed in body or mind!
She walked into the bathroom off the large bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She stepped under the shower and soaped her entire body lavishly, scrubbed at it with the soft washcloth and bath sponge until it glowed pink and warm. Guiding her hand between her legs, she worked at her vagina, parting the thick lips and scrubbing between them to remove the last traces of the man's semen and the boy's small spurt of fluid. Still not satisfied, she reached out for her douche bag and filled it from the running shower head, then inserted the nozzle into her cunt and let the warm water flow into her body. She leaned back against the shower stall wall, letting the warm spray fill her and remind her of the orgasms she had experienced. Rather than wash away the memory with the traces of sludge, the douche brought back the throbbing thrill of her cumming.
Her labia were slightly swollen and sore, but each touch to them sent shivers racing through her body. After a long time, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. She patted herself dry with a huge gold bath towel, then dropped it and studied herself in the full-length mirror behind the door.
Her figure was all right, slightly overweight. She should diet and lose the roll of fat around her middle. The rest of her was not too bad. She pressed her hands to her hips and flattened her fingers on her belly, spreading them and trying to touch the tips together as she spanned her girth. She was overweight-how and when had she begun to let herself go? Her hips were wide but her belly did not sag. She'd never had any children to flab the muscles. If she lost ten pounds, she would get her shape back quickly.
She moved her hands up along her waist to her breasts. They were large and pendulous, full swinging spheres that men found sexy. She'd always been proud of her tits-and she always enjoyed men's reaction to them. Even with the extra weight, they were not overly fat and not at all flabby. Her muscle tone was fairly good, and since her menopause had not yet begun, there was no deterioration of her breasts. They were firm and hard as they had been when she was a girl.
She cupped her hand around them and lifted their weight and forced them out. The child had sucked one-God, that had felt frighteningly good! She closed her eyes and threw her head back and let her fingers work at the nipples and hard flesh until she could imagine him-Tony-at the tit. Oh, God, how she had liked that!
Abruptly, she dropped her hands and stared at herself in the mirror. "Stop it," she told herself aloud. "You've got to get hold of yourself!"
Her logical side of mind encouraged her to do that, but her emotional side struggled against the idea. Her cunt tingled with the memory of the boy and the man, and she cupped one hand over her crotch and pressed hard on her clitoris. My God, she had liked it!
Almost breathlessly, she ran from the bathroom and threw herself across the wide bed, face down, and cried again. Only this time they were not tears of shame, they were tears of longing. She hated being alone. Her body wanted and needed the love of-- She sat up. Whom did she want? Suddenly, she laughed out loud. The man frightened her. She would not care if she never saw him again.
The boy was different. He had been more scared than wild, and she had unfolded his need like the petals of a flower coming into bloom. With the child she had been completely at ease, completely loving. She had enjoyed taking the dominant role and doing things to him.
She sat forward and leaned her chin on her upraised knees. Yes, the child had been better. Men were harsh and vulgar in their eagerness, but the boy was an apt pupil-a willing and wonderful creature who had delighted her and let her delight herself. It was him she wanted.
She examined the thought with new insight. Had been in her mind all along or had it been born of the situation today over which she had no control. Does it really matter? she wondered. No, not as long as she understood it now.
She wanted the child again. She wanted to have her fill of his wondrous body and budding manhood. Yes, it had been far more satisfactory loving the boy than the man. She wanted young boys for bed partners, not men her own age. She wanted the smooth skinned, hairless crotched, round-assed youths with whom she worked every day.
She fell back on the bed and hugged her knees to her. My God! There were dozens of pre-adolescent boys she could approach, could entice into situations where she might be able to feel them up or have them....
She would have to be very careful, of course ... That went without saying. She was wiser now than she had been a few short hours ago. Now she would watch carefully, spot the signs of willingness and eagerness to learn in the child's face before she went far enough to commit herself. And if it was here-like it had been in Tony's face earlier that ay-then she would take matters into her own hands.
Often she found children alone in apartments when she went on case calls. She would not dare try anything with parents around. She wanted no more blackmail schemes hatching in men's minds.
And there were other children ... the child who lived next door with his working parents. He was often alone for hours at a time while the babysitter watched TV. The girl, a high school student who came in after school, never went looking for nine-year-old David until it was time for his mother to come home. Yes, Jean knew that she would be able to entice David into her house. He loved her dog, the huge boxer she called Ranger. She could get him over on the pretext of playing with the dog.
All she had to do was arrange her schedule so she could spend more time at home between three and six when the babysitter was in charge.
She sat up, smiled at her new face in the mirror. She no longer felt alone and frustrated. She had discovered a secret that would put new meaning in her life!
She could almost forgive Martin Oberin for arousing the animal in her. Sitting there, she remembered suddenly that she had rushed out of the apartment without her casebook! In her haste and confusion, she had fled without the thick black notebook with her records.
Damn! She couldn't go to work without it the next day. She would have to return for it. She glanced at the clock. It was past four. She would wait until after supper, until she felt better-and even more important, until the man was gone. His type went out at night, drinking or sitting around with his cronies. Oberin didn't have a job, she knew that much from her investigation, but he managed to get along. He probably hustled rich women in bars at night. He was good looking enough to do it, and she wouldn't put it past him. He'd be very good at it. She flushed with the memory of how good he had been with her, then immediately shoved the thought from her mind.
Tony's mother was a tramp who ran around and did not show up at home for weeks on end sometimes. She would probably not be around either.
That meant Tony would be alone in the apartment. Jean smiled and got to her feet. Yes, she'd go pick up her casebook that night.
Chapter Five
Tony answered the door when she knocked. She glanced quickly behind him, into the apartment, but saw no one else there. He stood staring at her frankly.
"Hi," he said.
"Hello, Tony. I forgot my book when I left this afternoon."
He said nothing but stared at her. After a few seconds it got on her nerves and she frowned. "May I come in?"
He stepped back, letting her into the apartment and shutting the door behind them. She looked around again and saw the table full of dirty dishes in the small kitchen, the still-unmade bed in the bedroom beyond the open door. There was no sign of Martin Oberin or the elusive Mrs. Oberin. She saw her casebook on the floor next to the couch. She picked it up.
Smiling at him, she said, "I can't work tomorrow without this. All my cases, my records are in it."
"Oh." It was the first sound he had uttered since he'd greeted her.
Jean's mouth was very dry and her heart was racing foolishly. Had she really been planning to do anything if she found the boy alone? She had avoided thinking openly about it, but the idea had always been just under the surface of her mind. Alone ... his father not around ... they could- "You gonna do what my old man sez?" the boy asked. His face was somber and his eyes huge. His blond curls, almost to his shoulders, made him look something like a skinny cherub.
"I-" She looked away. Was she? Could she dare not to?
"Yeah, I guess you are," he said sagely. "He's got you in a trap, hasn't he?" It was more of a statement than a question, and it sounded very wise and old coming from the small child's mouth.
"I-could report him-" she said carefully.
The boy smiled. "For what? Rape?"
Again she had the feeling that the child was far wiser than his years. The boy had watched the intercourse between her and the man. He knew that she had entered into it willingly, even eagerly. And he knew what she had done to him....
"I guess I won't report him," she said, looking away for an instant. "I'll do what he wants."
"You mean I won't get in trouble at school?" He sounded happy, and she turned to look at him again.
He was smiling, and looked relieved. "Does that mean a lot to you?" she asked.
"Yeah. I don't like answering a lot of questions and stuff, and I don't want to be sent away."
"Oh, dear, you won't be sent away." She felt a pang of remorse that she had worried him so.
"No kidding? Boy, that's a relief. I was afraid you were going to try to put me in some kind of foster home or something."
She shook her head. "No, I think not. Are you happy here with your father?"
He nodded. "Sure. He's okay. I mean he likes dames and stuff, but he's okay."
Jean glanced at the kitchen. "Who does the cooking?"
"My pa. I help a little, but he does most everything. He used to work as a cook in a restaurant."
"I see." She pointed at the dishes. "And you're supposed to clean up the kitchen, right?"
He made a face. "Yeah. I always get it done before he comes home."
"Does he go out often at night?"
"Sure. Every night. He goes for a few drinks, and...."
"Women?"
The child nodded. "Most of the time he goes to their places afterwards, but sometimes he brings them here. That's why I gotta have the place straightened up. He don't want to bring them into a messy place."
Jean frowned. "He brings women here?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Does he-I mean-there's only one bedroom-?"
The child grinned. "I hafta stay out here when they want the bedroom. I sack out on the couch."
My God, the man openly flaunted his sexuality in front of the boy. It was a wonder that the child had survived as well as he had. It sure explained how knowledgeable Tony seemed on the bed that afternoon. He had watched a lot of sex activities already. She probed, needing to make sure she was the only one to really touch the boy. "You-I mean, you don't-take part-?" She couldn't find the words but he understood, and he laughed again.
"I don't fuck with them," he said simply. "My old man never asked me to do anything like that before. Until today." His large eyes were serious. "You were the first one."
Jean felt the sudden clutch in her chest as the idea excited her. She had been right-the child had been a virgin, and she had discovered his secret. She smiled and could not hide her nervousness. Her pulse refused to slow and the tiny ripples of pleasure between her legs made her weak-kneed.
She moved to the couch and sat down. The boy turned and looked at her, but did not move. Again she had the feeling that he was thinking far more than he was saying. She lifted her hand and beckoned to the boy. He hesitated, then came over to her. She put her hands on his hips and looked up at him. "Did you ... enjoy what we did...?"
The room was very quiet for what seemed like a long time. She could see her image reflected in his dark eyes along with an expression she could not read. His lips drew to a thin line for a moment, then he said, "Yeah, it was great."
She let her breath out in a long sigh and realized how desperately she had wanted to hear him say what he did. She admitted to herself that she had been planning all along to try to have sex with the child again. Oh God, she wanted him. She could not deny the lust that was growing in her belly, the need that was dampening her panties again, the craving to taste his little dick that filled her mouth with saliva. She rubbed her hands slowly along the sides of his jeans, squeezing his flesh and bones under her palms. She could feel his warmth radiate through the harsh cloth, and she heard the small whimpering sound that escaped from her own throat.
"Ooohhh-" He stood very still. He knew what she wanted and he knew he wouldn't stop her. She was going to start touching and exciting him. He licked his lips and stared down at her bent head and roaming hands. She was going to excite him. He'd never had that before. Any times he had gotten his cock hard, it had been by watching his father and some naked woman on the bed, or his mother and some strange man. This was different, and he wondered if it would be all the more thrilling because he was not only a watcher.
Her hands crept across his body toward the snap and zipper on his jeans. He didn't move and she didn't look up. She had his pants open and was pushing the denim back from his bare belly. She was making funny little noises over and over now, breathing very hard and fast.
She ran her hand inside his pants, forcing the jeans all the way off him and down to his thighs. He wasn't wearing any shorts, and that fact seemed to surprise and delight her. For several seconds she just stared at his sex parts as if she couldn't move.
It was a paralyzing sight. His lovely tanned flesh exposed so suddenly when she moved the pants. She had expected concealing underwear that also had to be removed, but instead her reward had been instantaneous. Very slowly, she cupped his boy ass with one hand and moved the other to his genitals.
The lovely little cock lay like a limp cord over the pink empty sacs. The foreskin covered the head completely, drew together like puckered lips at the tip. She could see the small ridge under the almost translucent skin where the crest of the cockhead pushed against the covering layer. She lifted the lovely tool and fondled it gently. His boycock was so incredibly silky and smooth, so soft and childlike. So tempting.
She used her fingers to urge the skin back and let her see the tip of the head. It was darker than the rest of the organ, already pink and glossy even though his dick was not hard. She pushed the foreskin farther back and the tiny cap popped from the sheath like the cork from a bottle. She smiled and bent to kiss it.
"Your dick's so lovely," she murmured. "So very lovely." She brushed her lips over the silken skin and nuzzled her mouth against the still dormant prick. Even soft and without lust, it excited her and thrilled her. She cupped her hand under his scrotum and worked her fingers into it like dough. Lovely child, so innocent and exciting. She let her fingers trail between his legs and along the crevice of his ass. His warmth almost drove her crazy.
Her playing began to excite him. She could feel the first straining pulls of the crotch muscles, the first signs of growth in the little pecker. It was going to get hard!
Tony felt them too. Christ, he was already feeling the funny churning sensation in his guts, like they knew what was going to come next. It wasn't quite so easy to breathe, either. He felt like there was a heavy weight on his chest or a band tightly pulled around it. She was feeling his ass and balls and cock, her hands going faster all the time like she couldn't touch enough of him. It made him feel good, better than just watching his father fuck some cunt. Maybe it was because he knew he would get the fucking too. She was just warming up to it. She probably had hot pants when she walked in, and she was going to make sure he had them too, and then fuck him. Jeez, God, his dick was getting hard! He felt the tugging in his loins, the strain of muscles as his cock began to swell and grow, only now instead of pressing against his clothes or his hand, it was pressing into her prick-hungry mouth.
She had taken it, kissing it first, over and over along the whole length and especially on the enlarged cockhead. Her mouth opened and she slipped the smooth head over her tongue. She licked at it as though it were an ice cream cone, very delicious and refreshing. Her tongue flicked at the tip, delved into the tiny crevice and forced it wide open. It sent shivers through him and he felt the goose bumps rise along his arms. Then she slipped the pulsing organ into her mouth, closing her lips around it and sighing with pleasure. Her tongue slapped and licked at it. She pressed her teeth lightly along the shaft, pulling at the foreskin each time she moved back for another thrust. Jeeez! His dick was getting harder by the second.
He could feel the hot, boiling sensation deep in his loins, the strain of muscles drawing toward the passionate tongue and being devoured by the hungry lips. She began to move on his dick with rapid strokes.
"Aaaarrrrgggghhhh-" He could hardly breathe.
She pulled at his dick, using her palms and fingers on his ass. She was crazy for him, insane with the taste and heat of his child sex flesh. The memory of the earlier experience of his lovely cock in her cunt sent her into spasms of ecstasy. His dick was getting harder by the second, and she wanted it more and more. Her excitement lay in her belly like a tightly coiled spring, waiting its release by some signal from the child. He was so good, so wonderful, so tasty and sexy. How had she ever existed all these years without the delights of young cock? My God, she wanted him-lots of him.
Her thighs were damp with cunt juice and she pressed them together to force her clitoris to rouse her. As soon as she had his dick hard enough ... yes ... now....
She let go of his prick and looked up at him with shining eyes. He started to say something but she did not let him get the protest out.
"Let's go into the bedroom...." Her voice was thick and hoarse. Her emotions were out of control and she could only think of the pleasure of the child's naked flesh against her own. She wanted him to touch her, to bring her to white heat by sucking her tits and cunt....
She got up, letting go of his ass slowly and reluctantly. She took his hand and led him toward the open door to the bedroom. He had to lean over and grab his pants and half pull them up to keep from tripping, and she smiled gently.
At the bed, she sat him down and then bent to remove his sneakers and socks before pulling the jeans down and off. She snaked the T-shirt over his arms and head. Her breath was audible as she viewed the lovely naked child.
Without taking her eyes from him, she kicked off her shoes. She'd worn sandals and no stockings to save time. She unbuttoned the cotton dress she'd changed to after her shower, then straightened and let him gaze at the visible dark patch of hair under the thin nylon. He licked his lips and smiled. She bent and removed the panties, then unhooked the bra while she was still bending and let her tits fall out of the domed cups.
"Wow!" It was a whisper of awe. Those big beautiful boobs again. He had watched them this afternoon, and finally gotten to taste them for a few minutes before his father interrupted the session. Now they were dangling right in front of him again like twin melons on a vine. Holy shit-he grabbed for them.
She smiled and moved onto the bed, letting him hold her and dig his fingers into the sunken nipples. It sent quivers of delight through her. She pulled the boy back, sprawling with him onto the rumpled sheets.
"Oh, my darling, yes ... play with them. I want you to touch me and love me...." She pulled his head to her breast and forced him to take the nipple in his mouth again.
He felt the hard pip rise and strain against his tongue. She tasted of perfume and flowers, and he wondered if she had dabbed something on the tit to make it taste so good. It was sweeter than candy and he gobbled at it eagerly. She seemed to like it, and she moaned over and over and tossed her head from side to side, but held him tight to the tit.
"Yes ... yes ... oh, harder ... eat it-" Her body twisted and writhed on the bed. He felt the hard hot pressure of her legs around him and her knee between his thighs. She was pushing up on his cock and balls and using her knee to keep him excited. He sucked her tit harder and arched his back to force his crotch deeper onto her. She was rubbing his back and ass, feeling him up and down, clawing at him with digging fingers that excited but did not hurt. Then she grabbed his hand and forced it down-He felt the wet hairy patch and knew where his hand was. She pushed it, forced it into the brush and along the wet hot waiting tissues. He didn't need any more urging then. He curled his small-boy fingers right into the dribbly wet vagina, sticking them between the slimy hot tissues and sinking into the thick-walled fuck hole beyond.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh-" Her hips moved and started to set a rhythm on his fingers, and he knew that she wanted him to play inside her pussy with his hand. He did, and it was very warm and wet. He could hear the slurping noises as he wallowed in the swamp of her cunt. He was still sucking that delicious tit, dragging at it as though he were inhaling the aroma and taste. Her hand had his cock and was pumping at it again, making it harder by the second.
She was humping on his eagerly working hand, riding it like she was fucking a cock. Her tit bounced and jiggled and he had all he could do to hang onto it. His teeth and tongue lashed at it, dragged, sucked.
"Ohhhhh, my God! I'mmmm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg! Don't stop! DONT STOP!"
She thrust downward on his hand, forcing it into her pussy so that all four fingers sank out of sight. His thumb was hooked over her pelvic bone and pressing very hard against her clitoris. His hand was wet to the wrist.
She was cumming, beautifully and gloriously. The hot little fingers had beat an urgent tattoo at her need and brought her to white heat. She could not hold back the orgasm and it raced through her with huge waves of pleasure, making her moan and rock with new-found delight. The child was making her cum far better than any horny, hurried man ever had.
When the waves began to subside, Tony was still playing his fingers inside her cunt. She smiled and cradled his head to her breast and stroked his hair.
"You are an angel... oh, you sweet, adorable child ... so gooooood!!"
Chapter Six
After a long while, Tony let go of the sweet tit and looked up at her face. She had his dick very hard now, and he wanted to feel the pleasures he had learned this afternoon under her. She smiled at him.
"Are we gonna fuck?" he asked.
She laughed softly. "Yes, my darling child, we are going to fuck-" She tugged at him and brought him up close to her body. His hand was forced out of her wet pussy and he saw the thick creamy slime all over his fingers and under his nails.
She laughed again. "You made me cum very good," she said.
"Yeah?" He liked her telling him.
"Yes. Now get between my legs-" She pushed back and spread the V of her thighs. "Yes, that's the way-" He crawled over her leg and positioned himself where she indicated. He had never seen a cunt up close like this, and it fascinated him. He leaned over and looked at the spot where his hand had been so warm a moment ago.
"You can touch it-look at it-aaaahhhh-" He put both hands to the dripping wet tissues now, spreading the thick creamed lips open and exploring the inner folds of tissue with his fingers. She groaned and wiggled passionately. "Yeeeessss...."
He took each lap of erotic flesh in his fingers, slid them along and pulled them slightly out from her body. She liked that and she moaned again.
Then he saw the small hard bud of bright red flesh in the tiny capsule. He got hold of it, tugged at it.
She cried aloud. "Ohhhh, uuuummmm!"
He grinned. The little piece of flesh seemed to trigger her excitement, and now she was having trouble lying still. She was all over the place, twisting and lifting her hips and bouncing them down. Her hands were at her breasts, mauling and squeezing them and forcing the hard cones of the nipples to jut out between her fingers. Her brown hair had come out of its pins and was all over the pillow like a fan around her head. Her eyes were only half open, and he saw only white beneath the lids.
"Lick it-please-oh, please...."
"Huh?" He wasn't sure what she meant.
She jerked her head up and her lips pulled back tightly from her teeth. "Suck my cunt. Oh, God, lick and love it with your tongue-please, PLEASE!!!"
"Sure-" Her request surprised him but he moved his head down to where his fingers had her pussy spread open.
"The clitoris-" He wasn't sure what that was, but he took the hard little flap of flesh he'd discovered in his lips and ran his tongue over it in quick motions.
"Yeeeessss, YES, YEEEESSSS!"
He guessed he had the right spot and he went to work on it. The way she kept bouncing around, he had a hell of a time hanging onto it, but that didn't seem to matter to her, not as long as she had his face between her legs. Hey, he was eating pussy! He'd heard his old man talk about it, even seen his old man shove his face right up some dame's cunt like this. This was what it was all about-eating pussy. He liked it. Her cunt was very juicy, very wet from all the playing around he'd done and from the cumming she'd done. He was sucking up all the juice, drinking it down and lapping around in the tunnel for more. He liked the unusual taste of it... and the warmth. Most of all he liked the way she was so fucking hot that he knew it would not be long until she really made him blast off again. She wanted him to fuck her and he knew that these other things were foreplay that would lead up to the big thing.
She was whimpering and crying now, trying to lie still but unable to. His hot little tongue and his eager sucking lips were in her, loving her cunt and driving her crazy. He had gripped her thighs and was trying to hang onto her, and she was going crazier by the second. Her guts were tied in knots, her cunt was burning under the tongue lashing he was giving her. She was going to cum again, she could not help it. Nor did she want to... .
"Eeeee, oooohhhh, aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" She shoved her body to him, clamped her legs tight around his blond head. She beat her fists against the bed and wept for joy. "I'mmmm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg! Don't stop! Don't stop! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!"
The orgasm ripped through her body like a tidal wave, carrying her to heights of ecstasy and tossing her over the brink of reality. She drifted on the heady wave of pagan pleasure, was pulled in the undertow of its power and then washed ashore to the sands of sated fulfillment. She lay limp and gasping, her breath tearing from her lungs and throat in loud rasping gulps.
The boy looked up. He knew this time that he had pleased her very much, made her cum. He grinned, but she was still lying with her eyes closed and trying to get her breath. He squatted between her thighs and raised himself just enough so he could poke his cock at the hot steamy jungle of passion. He flicked the end of his hard cock over the little bud-the clitoris, she had called it-and stabbed at the small protrusion of flesh with his own. The pattern of her breathing began to change and her eyes opened. She smiled. He rubbed his prickhead harder at the clitoris. She sighed and smiled again.
"Yes ... anything you want...."
He slid his feverish dick along the thick curtains of her doorway of lust, felt her tense and squirm under him. He spent a few minutes playing and teasing her until she was heaving for breath again and her eyes were alive with fire.
"Yeees...." She licked her lips and whispered the plea.
He grinned, came up a little higher on his knees and sank his cock right in between the thick lush cuntal folds. They swallowed it in one huge gulp and he fell against her body.
For a moment, she hugged him close, not letting him move. The glorious feeling of his boycock slipping into her hot needy pussy was soul-shattering, and she wanted the moment to last for a very long time. She tightened her cunt on him, felt the pull on his cock.
"Hey-" he exclaimed in pleasant surprise.
She twitched her cunt again... and again. It excited and pleased her as well as it did him. She smiled and lifted his head. "All right, darling, now fuck me. You've watched your father-you know how to do it?"
"Yeah." He nodded and was already getting himself in position astride her. The cunt felt warm and welcoming, and his cock was throbbing like it had that afternoon. His guts ached, down deep where his undescended testicles lay buried. He began to fuck, sitting atop her legs and plunging his prick as deeply into her as he could. She smiled and encouraged him with her hands on his hips.
"Yes. That's the way. Oh my yes. Harder, ummmmm, faster ... oooohhhh, that's so good, so sexy. I'm getting very hot again, you know that, don't you?"
"Yeah-" He could hardly get the word out. His own need had gripped him in its vise of urgency, and he lashed his boy's body at her woman's cunt. He felt like he was being sucked right into her, that if he didn't hold on he would sink into her cunt and descend to its depths ... maybe never be able to climb out again. God, he was hot and horny! He no longer felt like a child. He had a man's wants and a man's lust. And he had a man's woman! He fucked fast and furiously at her juicy dripping pussy.
She rolled her eyes, panted through her mouth like a dog. "Yes, like that-that's the way-oh, my God. My God! I'm cummmming, I'm cummmiiinnnggg!"
He saw the rapt look on her face, saw the tension reach a breaking point, then saw the relief flood her. She moaned aloud, crying and whimpering telling him he was wonderful and better than any man.
He grinned and kept fucking his hard cock into her. He felt great, and he had no desire to stop. He was warm and breathless, but there had not yet been any release from the tightly wound pain in his guts. He had not cum, and he had not yet reached a point where he could stop with any measure of relief. She didn't mind, and he kept riding her. He had never felt better in his life.
He grabbed for her tits and fondled them as much as he could without losing his balance and letting his dick slip out of her pussy. More than anything, he wanted to keep his pecker warm in her toasty oven. Man, he liked fucking-and he wanted all he could get. He'd been missing a lot just watching all these years, and now he wanted to make up for it and get some of the real fun and joy of manhood-even though he was still a kid. At least she liked him as well as any man-she'd said so. She'd said he could fuck as good, too.
Jean lay in rapt awe of what the child was doing. She had known it would be good to feel the hard little prick in her, to have it fuck her, but this was even better than any dreams she'd ever had. His dick was still hard, and she had already cum with wild abandon. He was going to make her cum again. She could feel the pressure rising where the tip of his cock spurred against the thick walls of her cunt. She could feel his hard lithe body slam hard against her clitoris each time he came forward on her. He was sitting on her with his whole weight, and it helped press his dick deeper into her cunt. It was an ecstasy she had never known.
The sensations boiled, churned in her belly. "Ooohh, yes, darling, yes. You're making me hot. I'm going to cum again!" Her body jerked in a spasm of lust. Her cunt gripped his driving spear of fucking flesh. Her thighs tightened and forced more pressure at their point of contact. The undulating waves of her climax rushed and filled her. Her mouth opened, her breath struggled; she moaned and let it happen.
"Aaaahhhh...."
Tony grinned down at the humping, thrashing woman under him. Jeez, she'd cum again! She was really turned on. No wonder his old man had taken such delight in her this afternoon. With all the spying Tony had done on sex antics, he'd never seen a woman quite as sexy as this one. They usually lay exhausted after one or two fuckings, but this one was ready for more cock all the time. She was something. And his pecker was still stiff and willing.
Jean touched the boy's belly, rubbing her hands over it and working down toward his crotch. His skin was smooth and silky, with no coarse hair to mar it. He was a delight to her hands and body. She felt his smooth ass rub over her legs and at her crotch, the empty scrotal sacs swish against her erotic flesh. Everything about him excited her.
"Sweet Tony," she murmured and stroked him again.
Usually if a dame talked to him that way, Tony resented it. He hated to be babied and coddled or talked down to. Somehow it was different with her-at least different when it came during fantastic fucking sessions like this. It made him feel kind of good, like he was grown up instead of a kid. He had the feeling that women often said things like that in such intimate moments, and he liked it.
"My cock's still hard," he said.
She smiled. "I know, you're terrific. I've cum so many times already." She caught her breath and let it out in a sigh as he stabbed downward at an angle and caught a new spot of eroticism. She raised her eyebrows and blinked rapidly. "Nice...."
"Your pussy's all wet and slippery." He didn't mind.
She laughed softly. "You did that to me, darling. You and that lovely little cock. Oh, God, you're wonderful!" She smiled at him and twitched her pussy around his dick. "Would you like to try something else?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
She chewed her lip for a moment. "A man likes to feel his cock held tight, really grabbed and pulled-not roughly, of course, but firmly."
He kept looking at her with a puzzled expression. "Yeah?"
She nodded. "Sometimes... I mean, there's another way-" "How?" If it was half as good as what he'd already had, he was willing.
She licked her lips, and her hands caressed his body. "You can put your dick in my asshole."
"Huh?" He was taken by surprise. "Are you kidding?" She shook her head. "No, really. As long as it's nice and hard like this, you can just push it up. You'll like it." Her eyes were glassy and bright. "It's warm and dry ... and tight. You can fuck it as long as you want...."
He frowned. "You like that?"
Her tongue flicked over her lips again. "Yes, it's very exciting. You can make me cum that way too."
"Yeah?" He didn't understand how, but her expression told him she wanted him to do it. He was willing. She made it sound exciting and fun. Besides, maybe it would ease the tight pressure in his guts. That afternoon, he had ejaculated some small wad of fluid that made him feel good. So far tonight, it had been all tension and no relief. He wanted some.
"Sure, let's do it," he said with a shrug. "Tell me how."
"Uuummm, yes." She patted his leg. "You'll have to pull your prick out-" He climbed off reluctantly. His cock was still hard and jutting and they both looked at it and smiled. She raced her tongue over her mouth in tiny thrusts. She looked like she was considering eating it instead. Then she scrambled to her knees and pulled the pillows down and stuffed them under her belly. She lay atop them, her ass propped high, legs splayed behind her.
"Get in back of me," she instructed.
He moved where she indicated, coming up behind that creamy white ass. He put his hands on her and felt her flesh. She was warm and nice. He was getting excited again.
"Okay," he said, "what now?"
"Feel me up, spread my cheeks apart so you can find the right spot." She was panting again.
He ran his hands over the ass, pushed into the crevice between the two round halves. He traced the line with his forefinger until he came to the tight puckered muscle.
"Yes, that's it!" She sighed and let her breath out in a quick rush. "First you have to wet it a little."
"With what?"
She smiled. "Rub your cock on it and smear my juices all over it." Her eyes were very bright and expectant.
He grabbed his tool and shoved it at the spot. He had to raise up on his knees and arch his body forward to reach her, but he got it on target. He smeared her cunt juice all over her asshole. His dick was already getting a little dry and sticky. She seemed to know this.
Gasping, she said, "Put your hand down to my cunt and wet your fingers with more of it-" He moved back and put his hand between her legs, coating his fingers with the thick sludge of her vaginal secretions. He brought the hand up dripping and quickly slathered the juices to her asshole.
"Inside," she whispered, "push some inside-" He poked at the tight drawstring with a small finger. There was a lot of resistance from the muscle, but he knew he would get his dick in. He was excited now and his breathing was harsh and irregular. He pushed the finger against the asshole and shoved inward gently. The muscle relaxed as Jean took a very deep breath through her mouth.
He was inside the entrance now, and he rimmed his finger around the walls. They were hot and dry and very tight. She didn't have to tell him what to do next. He knew and he was impelled by his own growing lust.
He fingered her for several moments, forcing her cunt juice to dampen the hot hugging tunnel of her asshole. The tight muscle gripped his finger and promised a lovely haven for anything else he wanted to shove up her.
"Jeeez!" He pulled his finger out and grabbed his prick again. He came up at her, cock stabbing and hands holding her buttocks apart so he could zero in on his target. The tip of his pecker touched the hot sphincter and made him shiver with expectation. He pushed against her. At first the head of his tool merely flattened and went nowhere. He remembered the resistance his finger had met, and pushed harder with his sex organ. A moment later he was rewarded with passage into her body. She had taken another very deep breath, and that seemed to do the trick. His cock forced its way through the tight portal.
It took his breath away. She was right-it was hot and tight and very good. He leaned into her, curving his body over her ass and driving the cock deeper into the arid shit passage.
She moaned. "Easy-oh, be careful-slow-for a little while-" She could scarcely talk and seemed to have trouble breathing. But she hadn't told him to stop, and he knew that she wanted him to fuck her all the way.
Gently and slowly, he began to push his dick in and out of her gripping asshole. It was like sinking his thing into a fire pit, sliding it alone burning rocks or into a pool of lava. It was the most exciting thing he'd ever felt.
He could see her face where she lay sideways and turned toward him. There was a mixture of tension and pleasure in her expression and there was lust in her eyes. "Fuck me ... " she whispered, and her voice seemed to come from very far away. "Fuck me...."
He did then, driving his hard boy cock as far as it would go into the rectum. She no longer begged him to be careful or to go slowly. She was hot and ready now, excited and demanding.
She felt like she was on fire. The child's dick in her asshole was a thrill of a lifetime. She'd been fucked in the rear gate by men, and it had been a wild and thrilling experience, but one that always left her rather sore and raw. The child's cock was just the right size-big enough to drive her crazy and make her cum, and small enough not to rip her asshole apart in the process.
His warm flesh rubbed against her ass and added even more thrill to the encounter. Her belly was a light knot of need, her cunt was pouring out new streams of love juice. His cock seemed to dig right through her body and penetrate her vital sex spots. He was laying right on her now, curled over her like a skin. His hands were at her waist.
"My cunt," she said. "Your hand-" He grunted and moved his hand under her body, she was still on her knees and he had easy access to her crotch. The fingers dug hard into the thick mat of wet hair, inched downward through it until they found the wet, hot tissues. He grabbed at them, not caring about being gentle now, and forced his and harshly inside the hellhole of her pussy. Her clitoris was smashed under the driving force and spears of urgent passion raced through her flesh, his hand was clawing and his prick was driving, somewhere deep inside her, they met to explode her into an orgasm of bursting fury that left her breathless and wordless.
"Aaaahhhh, aaaarrrrgggghhhh, uuuuhhhh!" Her chest was molten steel, fusing her breath, sealing off all thought but the wonder of her cuntal pleasure. She came and came . . . and still came more.
Tony felt the hot tunnel wrap around his dick like a vise. He was panting and sweating now, and he no longer cared about anything but finding relief for his aching cock. His guts swirled and tore at him, his mind a hot mass of lust. He had to feel the blessed release of letting his stuff go into her, letting his tensions explode even though he did not have a true load of semen to shoot for her. He knew that this tight cock-hugging asshole was going to take whatever he had.
She no longer cared that he was not a man. She didn't give a shit if he had no thick wad of cum to give her. She was demanding what he had-a hell of a lot of fucking energy and a promise of pre-seminal stuff. He slammed his cock into her, hugged her ass and pried at her cunt with his hand under her body. God, she was so damned wet and slimy. Her cunt juice was like hot oil and his hand was slipping and sliding inside her. He could hear her moans of delight and the passionate readiness that preceded her climax. She was going to cum! She was cumming by his fucking her in the asshole. Her cunt was pouring out stuff and she was whimpering and groaning like she was dying with delight.
The whole idea and the wonderful tight gripping pull on his cock in her back door did it. He felt the hard pressure surge suddenly, felt the strain of his guts, the pushing sensation along the path of his balls and cock. Then it happened.
It felt like an explosion of dynamite. Something let go inside him and hot liquid gushed through his cock and into the woman's asshole. He felt it scald his tool, wet both of them so that she became almost as loose and wet as her cunt. He forgot everything then and grabbed her hips and kept sinking his slippery cock into her with wild hard dives. His hands slipped and he dug his fingers into her thick flesh to hold on. They were both covered with her cunt juice and sweat. He pounded his prick into her until the very last drop of his stuff had been sucked out and drunk up by her asshole.
It was a long time before he finally fell across her hunched body and tried to get his breath.
The bedroom was silent except for the hard breathing of the woman and the child. Both were sated and exhausted and they lay limp although still connected by his dying dick in her asshole. Her asshole began to tighten around it, and he made a noise deep in his throat and rolled off her. He sprawled on the bed, eyes closed.
In slow motion, Jean rolled from the pillows and tossed them aside. She looked at the boy and smiled. She could still feel the spreading rays of pleasure fanning her body. She had never in her entire life cum quite that good. And a child had done it. A boy-not a man.
A tight pain caught her chest. Lord, would she ever want a man again? Could she ever settle for the carnal knowledge of a rough, demanding adult when she now knew what infinite pleasure a young boy could give her?
It was a very long time before she got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom to clean up. It was an even longer time before she finally left the apartment, promising to return very soon and see Tony again.
Chapter Seven
Her street was dark and quiet by the time she got home that night. She let herself into the house and walked through the dark rooms in a daze. She could still not quite come to task with the new knowledge of herself. She had fucked a child. She had deliberately and knowingly gone to the Oberin apartment for the purpose of having sex with the boy again. She had wanted him, and he had come to her with only a little encouragement. She tried to tell herself she was not totally to blame, but her mind would not accept that lie.
She had done it, and the horrible part to admit was that she would do it again! My God, it had been a sex session to remember. Never in her life had anyone pleased her so. Why? Was it because he was a child instead of a man?
Did men pose some kind of threat to her? Was she inwardly a bit frightened of the men she had picked up and gone to bed with? The boy certainly had been good. He had done everything she told him, and even added a few ingenious touches of his own. He had been a willing pupil. Maybe that was it. Maybe she enjoyed the role of teacher, master instead of the mastered. Yet, every sexual experience she'd ever had with men had also been good-at the time. She simply had found a new way to get her kicks and a new way to fulfill her dreams and fantasies of sex.
She heard Ranger whimper at the back door and opened it. The huge boxer came into the dark kitchen, his tail wagging and his head pressing against her legs.
"Hi, boy. Guess I kind of ignored you today." She patted the animal's massive head and scratched behind his ears. The dog made low whining sounds in his throat.
She did not have to walk the animal because of the huge fenced yard she had fixed for him. Once in a while, she took the dog to a deserted beach or field and let him run until he had exercised fully and toned up his muscles, but most of the time the activity in the yard was enough for him.
She had bought the dog as a pup and he had been her companion now for two years. She adored the animal, and he had been a very important part of her life. It was the dog to whom she talked when problems burdened her; the dog provided companionship on very lonely nights when she lay alone in her bed. She had spoiled the animal somewhat, letting him lie across the foot of the king-size bed in which she slept. His presence and warmth comforted her and took away some of the pain of living alone.
She snapped on the light and prepared the animal's food and water, then set them on the plastic mat near the door. Ranger wolfed the food greedily and slurped at the water until the large bucket was almost empty, then Jean let him out again and went to ready herself for bed while he had his final run.
When she was showered and clad in a gossamer nightgown that revealed her breasts and the dark triangle of hair at her crotch, she padded back to the kitchen and whistled at the door for the dog. Ranger bounded in, tail wagging, eyes bright. Laughing, Jean snapped off the light and took the dog to the bedroom.
She lay awake a very long time, with the dog sprawled near her feet already asleep. She thought about Tony and the things the boy and she had done together, the thrilling climaxes he had brought her to, the ecstasy she had found with his body.
She no longer tried to avoid the truth, that she had planned the intercourse and executed it deliberately. Once accepted, she could live with the idea. It was dangerous, of course. She would have to be very careful not to get caught. The boy's father already knew-at least about the first encounter, the one he had manipulated. That was enough to blackmail her, even destroy her if he wanted to. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced that the man was only trying to protect himself. She had intruded on his life style and threatened it. She represented a danger to his existence and the boy's. She was the "bad guy" from the welfare department who might break up the small measure of happiness he had.
She considered that. Did she really have the right to say the boy was not in a good environment? Did any person or government agency have the right to dictate what was right or wrong for others? After all, the child was fed and clothed. He had a roof over his head and one parent who looked after his wants. What more could the welfare department promise him? The business at school had been a kid's prank, not planned nor serious trouble.
Jean had seen too many broken homes, too many welfare agencies and foster home situations to fool herself about the ideality of them. Some of them were bad-far worse than the conditions under which Tony and his father lived. She would not do anything to change the situation, she decided. In the morning she would make out her report, and she would let it show that she and Tony had worked out the problem and he was to be dismissed from the investigation rolls. She would lie if she had to, certainly bend the truth dangerously, to make sure no other case-worker checked into the matter.
That was what Martin Oberin had demanded. Was she giving in to him or was she doing what she believed was right? Either way, it was best for the boy, and it would keep him where she could go to him often. Have sex with him when she wanted to. She was already thinking in terms of future times of love between them. Love? No, she knew that had nothing to do with it. What she and Tony had together was sheer animal lust and craving. They had needed and wanted each other, and they had experienced the culmination of that need and desire. Very well.
The dog stirred at her feet. She smiled. He was a beautiful animal and she felt a deep affection for him. Quite suddenly, another thought crossed her mind. A long time ago, one of the men she'd shacked up with in a hotel had given her a book. He had claimed he was through with it and that she might get a kick out of it. She had taken it, not really wanting it, but anxious to escape the hotel room now that the wild and stormy bed tricks were over. She had been exceptionally horny that night, and she had pressed the man to do and teach her many things about fucking. He had done it eagerly, and surprised her with his considerable knowledge of variations and deviations. When they had finally called it quits, she was sore and exhausted and wanted only to get away and forget the man's face.
So she had taken the book. When she got home, she glanced at it and was shocked to find it a pornographic collection of very unusual pictures and descriptions of sexual antics. Some of them had even shocked her. One of them-or a series of them-came abruptly into her mind. There had been pictures of a woman with a dog. In the first ones, the woman was playing with the animal, rubbing it and feeling its sex organ. As the series progressed, the dog was excited and his wet penis unsheathed. The naked woman rubbed her body on it, finally put it between her legs. In the final ones, the dog was fucking the woman expertly, and from the expression on the woman's face, she was enjoying every second of it.
Why had such thoughts come to Jean now? My God-she'd never do anything like that! She buried her face in the pillow and held her breath until her heart was pounding and the air tearing at her lungs. She turned and forced herself to be calm. Of course she wouldn't do anything like that.
She had believed she would never entice a child into sexual activity either. God, she had to stop this! She was a normal, middle-aged woman! Just because she had never formed any long-range attachments with men, just because she had never married or even had a serious affair, there was no reason for her to think she was anything but normal, and her sex instincts were normal too.
She had been carried away today with the boy and the surprising wonders of his body. That was over . . . that was the end. No dogs-no more wild adventures. She fell asleep after a long time and spent a restless night with dreams of sex. She rolled in a swamp of semen, licked eagerly at passing red tools only to find that they belonged to a variety of creatures her imagination dredged from the depths of her tortured mind. Yet the dreams were strangely satisfying too, and she awoke feeling refreshed of body, as though she had gained pleasure from the weird rites of her unconscious.
When she awoke, she was no longer obsessed with the thought that she might be abnormal in any way. Nothing that gave her such pleasure could be bad. Not if she was still in control and could dictate her daily activities.
She sat up and stretched. Ranger yawned widely and elongated his sleek body until it stretched almost clear across the bed. He was a beautiful animal. Jean found her gaze going to his belly, to the dark furry protrusion between his haunches. She stared, and the dog seemed immobilized for a moment. The dog dick was encased in the outer sheath, completely hidden from sight. She had seen it often, when the dog was aware of a bitch in heat or when, during female heat seasons, the dog could not control the pushing, prodding, slithering tool, and it slid out all or part way. She had always taken it for granted, part of life and an unchanging pattern of nature. Now she wished it would slip out so she could look at it in the new light of her thoughts. The dog thumped its tail on the bed then jumped up with a bound and padded out of the room. Jean got dressed quickly and went to the kitchen for breakfast. She let Ranger out, put on the coffee pot and fixed herself an egg and toast. Only one egg today, and no jam on the toast. She really was going to take off a few pounds-starting right away.
She glanced at the clock and saw she was due in the office shortly. She would have to hurry if she was going to catch her bus. She dumped the dishes in the sink, grabbed her casebook and hurried out the door.
The first thing she did at her desk was make out the report on her investigation of Tony Oberin's home situation. That taken care of, she checked her schedule and set out on her calls for the day.
It was easy to keep herself busy, but from time to time she found her mind wandering-either to Tony Oberin or to the dog at home. Several times, she had to ask people to repeat things when she hadn't been paying attention. She finally got through the day and called it quits about three-thirty. The last family she was to visit lived clear across town, an hour's ride by bus. Often no one was home when she got there, and they had no phone, so she couldn't call to check beforehand. She'd just skip them that day. The next day her car would be out of the shop, and she would put them first on her list. She was tired and it would do her good to relax the rest of the day.
She showered and changed to a lounging robe as soon as she got home. She fixed herself a tall Scotch and soda and settled onto the davenport with it. She stared at the windows and tried to relax, but couldn't. She got up, snapping on the stereo as she passed, and went into the bedroom. She opened the dresser and rummaged in the drawers until she found the book, then carried it back to the living room with her. She sat on the sofa with her feet up and began leafing through the pages.
It was more explicit than she remembered. There were pictures of men with young girls and women with young boys. Had she ever noticed them before? Was this where the idea had begun in her own mind? She turned the pages slowly, studying the sensual poses and details of each photograph.
She was totally absorbed in the book, and the doorbell startled her so that she jumped. Quickly, she stuffed the book under the cushion and went to the door.
David Canners grinned up at her.
"Hi, Miss Purvis. I saw you come home and I-can I come in and play with Ranger?" The child loved the dog and often came to the door with this request.
Jean laughed. "Sure, Davy, come on it. I'll call him in. He's missed you; you haven't been around for a few days."
"Yeah, my mom had a whole bunch of things for me to do after school-dentist and stuff." He made a face, then grinned engagingly again.
Jean rumpled his hair and closed the door. A moment later she let Ranger in from the yard and the boy and dog began wrestling on the floor. The dog seemed to understand that it was a game, and he never hurt the child. They tugged at opposite ends of a rolled-up newspaper, fought over a rubber bone that Ranger had teethed on years before.
Jean sat sipping her drink and watching. She had a new awareness of Davy. He had always been just the child next door, but now he was a body, a lovely boy-body with the same kind of promise that Tony had. She found herself staring at the slim hips and waist, searching out the wrinkles of his pants at the crotch and trying to find a mound to show where his budding sex organs might be. He was even younger than Tony; David had just turned nine. There was no chance at all that he was approaching puberty, yet she wanted to see his equipment, touch him and try to make his little penis hard. Could she? My God, she had to be careful! The child lived right next door and Jean knew his mother well. She had to move slowly so she did not frighten him and cause him to panic and run home.
When he finally got up and the dog moved to a corner to lay panting from the rough-housing, Jean smiled at David. "How about a glass of lemonade?" she said.
"Hey, great!" He was a nice-looking child, with a small round face and pale blue eyes and very dark hair.
She went to the kitchen and returned a moment later with the lemonade for him. She fixed herself another Scotch and soda. They sat on the sofa and Jean let her hand rest on the cushion beside his chubby leg.
"How's school?" she asked.
She didn't listen to his answer. She was aware of his words but her mind was occupied with other things. Like the lovely little mound between his thighs where they joined. His baby cock was right there, right under the thin cotton pants he wore. Unlike Tony, David would wear Jockey shorts, she knew. She almost giggled at the thought and looked up when she realized the boy was directing a question at her.
"How come you're home from work so early?" he repeated.
She drummed her fingers on the cushion and moved them closer to his leg. "My car's in the repair shop and I can't get around very well without it," she said. She smiled at him. "So I'm sort of playing hooky."
He laughed at her joke. Her hand touched his leg and she was aware of the warmth under the cloth. He had played hard with the dog, and he was filmed with a thin sweat. Her hand came to rest on his thigh and he did not seem to notice. She began to talk to him again, to keep him diverted.
"We never did go on that picnic I promised you," she said.
"Yeah, but I know you have to work." He sounded very adult and logical.
She laughed. "But we will-I promise again. I've been thinking about it a lot. I was just thinking about it yesterday. I met a boy-someone you might like. I thought maybe we could invite him along on the picnic too. The two of you could play ball-or something."
"Hey, that would be great," he said, his eyes shining. He drank half of the lemonade in a gulp, then licked his lips.
She was fascinated by the little pink tongue and wanted to grab him and kiss him, feel the tongue on her own, but she didn't. Her hand moved ever so slightly toward the small mound of his sex organ. He was wiggling and bouncing now, anxious to be in motion. He was an active child who enjoyed everything he did and had a hard time sitting still. Her hand slid across his thigh and brushed the swelling between his legs. Her breath caught like fire in her throat and for a moment she was dizzy with pain and need. She felt the quick spurt of wetness between her legs and she knew that she was getting excited over Davy.
If he noticed where her hand had strayed, he gave no sign. He had already launched into an account of an incident that had happened at school and he was carried away with the telling. Jean smiled at him and kept her gaze locked with his, but her hand cupped the soft thickness of his baby prick. Shivers ran up and down her spine and the hairs at the back of her neck prickled. Her mouth was very dry all of a sudden.
She kneaded her fingers lightly at the swelling, her imagination running wild with visions of the precious little prick growing harder and harder with her loving caresses. She traced the outline of his dick with her fingers, trying to define and measure its size. The smile was frozen on her face as she pretended to listen to his story, while all she could think of was this little boy treasure she was holding in her trembling hand. She was paralyzed with fear that he would pull away. Yet she could not stop, she had to try ...
Just then, the doorbell rang and she pulled away from his guiltily. She felt her face flush as she frantically struggled to regain her composure. The boy jumped to his feet. "Gosh, what time is it?" he asked, glancing around to the large clock that hung over the fireplace. "Yipes! I was supposed to be home a five-thirty! Mom's coming home early and we're going to grandmother's."
Davy set down the empty glass and ran to the door. He called over his shoulder, "Thanks for the lemonade, Miss Purvis. And for letting me play with Ranger. Is it okay if I come over tomorrow?"
Jean managed to utter a casual "Sure, Davy," hoping the babysitter didn't notice her flushed face and trembling hands.
She stood there, numb, for several minutes. She had come so close! If only that stupid girl had not come for him just then!
She sank onto the couch and covered her eyes with her hands. She had been so close-actually touching him-and now he was gone. But she had made the first overture and what she had feared most hadn't happened. He hadn't been frightened off! That was a good sign. Yes, now she knew she would see him tomorrow, and she would touch him again. Soon ... as soon as she could possibly manage it, she would have sex with him.
She felt the cold muzzle of the dog press against her hands and she looked up into the animal's plaintive eyes.
Ranger.
Chapter Eight
She took the dog's head in her hands and rubbed him absently. She was still thinking about the child who had just left, thinking about the quick arousal just touching him had brought to her. The lounging robe clung to her damp skin and felt very warm.
Ranger whined and pressed his head into her lap. For a moment, she sat very still. Then, carefully, and deliberately, she unfastened the robe sash and the hook that held the waist. She pushed the cloth back from her naked flesh, exposing her thighs so that the dog's head rested on them and his snout was at her crotch. She continued to stroke and animal's head, and he lay content in her lap. She could feel his hot breath on her belly and when she looked down, she could see her bristly crotch hairs fluttering under it. The coil in her chest tightened and she closed her eyes for a moment. The pictures from the book came to mind, and she caught her breath. Her cunt was suddenly very warm and wet and her clitoris began to tingle.
She pushed the robe back and wiggled it off one shoulder, then the other. She sat before the animal, naked and lusting. She moved her legs slowly, widening the space between them until there was enough room for the dog's head between them. Ranger looked up at her and she imagined she saw understanding-and perhaps even a sharing of lust-in the expression. She pushed his muzzle down into her pubic bush.
The dog snuffled, then speared his huge tongue out and licked her cunt. Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through Jean. She shivered and moaned softly. "Oh ... God...."
She fell back to the cushions, spreading her legs wide and still holding the animal's head between them. The dog was eager now, lapping at her body and licking up the creamy wetness she had covered herself with. The rough tongue scraped along her sensitive tissues and drove her crazy. It was more exciting than a lover's touch... the tongue surpassed any smooth finger and excited her very quickly. The dog was taking care of the need that the child had begun. The thick tongue curled, forced between the thick layers of her vulva, and found her clitoris. Ranger made nuzzling motions at her, mock bites-like the ones he made at Davy when they played. The dog teeth nipped lightly at the hot flesh and Jean moaned and thrashed.
"Good dog," she crooned. "Good dog-" She was on fire. Her cunt was hot and slimy, sexy and ready to be fucked. Oh, God, what was she doing? She couldn't stop now. How was she going to get the fucking she had to have? Could she get the dog to-?
Panting, she sat up, and the dog lifted its head and looked at her expectantly. She crawled from the couch and got on the floor. Ranger stood up and looked at her again. She patted the rug beside her. "Down, boy, lie down...."
Ranger whimpered and flattened his body onto the rug beside the woman. She patted his flank and pushed him over so he sprawled on his side. His dark eyes never left her face. She kept her tone low and her voice soft.
"Good boy-" She began to rub the animal's belly. He liked that and he stretched to enjoy it, rolling slightly to his back and lifting one hind leg in the air.
Jean chewed at her lips and worked her hand down the sleek flat belly. The fur felt rough under her palm and she quickened her motions as the pain in her uterus gave her warning that her lust would not be denied much longer. She had to find a way-She put her hand over the hard swelling of the dog's cock. Ranger lifted his head and looked at her, then lay back and let her play with him. She held the hidden tool, the fuzz-covered dick, and rubbed back and forth over it with a scrubbing motion. She stared at the dark closed tip of the organ casing, waiting breathlessly for the first appearance of the treasure from its depths. It took about twenty seconds-and she was rewarded by the tiny sliver of pink slipping from the tube.
"Ohhhh ... good dog...." She played harder and faster at him, encouraging the slimy tool to emerge. It came slowly at first, then popped quite suddenly in full glory. It took Jean's breath away. She gasped and almost cried at the sight of the wet thing. It was quite different from a man's-lacking the domed head and foreskin that had excited her so. This was exciting in a different way-a growling, heavy lusting that demanded quick satisfaction. The sight of the dog's dick sent new waves of blood rushing to Jean's head and making her dizzy.
She had to feel that dog dick-feel its wetness on her own slimy tissues. The dribbling cock was made for quick entry and fucking-not for the protracted sex play that she knew with men and the boy. This was immediate.
So was her need. She held onto the cock sheath, not daring to touch the wet organ itself lest it catapult the dog into the quick release of which he was capable. She got to her knees, hunched over and pushed her hand between her legs.
"Up, boy, come here...." She dipped her fingers in her cunt and waggled them toward the dog's nose. He hesitated, then sprang up and licked at them.
"Up, boy-" She patted her ass, trying to show the dog what she wanted.
It didn't work. He nuzzled her ass and whimpered, but did not try to mount her. Frustrated, she rolled over onto her back, half crying with the need that wracked at her body. "Come here-" she ordered the dog.
Obediently, the animal moved between her upraised legs. Crying, she struggled to find a position that might work. She raised her hips toward the dog's belly, trying to capture the wet cock in her cunt. That didn't work either, and she sank back in tears.
The dog was watching her now, panting heavily and with saliva dripping from its jowls. The dark wet eyes were very bright and he seemed to be waiting-Frantic, she got back onto the couch and sat at the very edge of the seat, her legs spread wide and her body almost lying flat. Her head was propped against the couch back and she called the dog close again. He started to shove his snout at the exposed cunt, but she grabbed his forelegs and brought him up onto her body. She shoved her ass down so she was hanging over the edge, and it moved along the dog's belly. She was shaking with passion now, needing to feel the most important part of the animal's body on her- "Ohhhh, God, help me...."
She felt the hot slithering tool brush her labia. She cried aloud. "Yes-oh, God-yes-" She angled her hips, pushed toward the dog who was now panting and growling deep in his throat. She held the dog's body and pressed her own to it. The cock touched her cunt, the first hot wetness almost making her pass out. She moved her hips again and at the same time the dog growled deeply and thrust upward. His slimy dog tool entered her cunt and catapulted her into an ecstasy of shivering delight.
The dog was excited now, the way she had seen him go after bitches in heat. He knew what she wanted, even more, he knew what he wanted. Saliva dribbled from his jowls and wet her naked flopping tits. She clung to him, forcing the hot dog dick as deeply into her pussy as she could. The dog moved it back and forth, using his powerful back legs for leverage as he plunged the sex tool in and out of the woman's gash. The growl had become a steady rumble and the cock seemed to swell and fill her cuntal mouth with white heat. The dog was going to shoot its load!
She held her breath as her own dynamic passion swelled and readied her for the thrusting climax. When it came, she cried aloud, shrieking her pleasure and reaching a pinnacle of orgasm that seemed greater than any that had gone before it. Her body throbbed as the hot load of animal cum spread through her vagina. The dog spurted the thick wad into her cunt, spewing it deep into the valley of her uterus and flooding her with the volume of the liquid. For several glorious moments it seemed like the flood would never cease-and she grunted and groaned and took the offering with thanksgiving of her own. She felt the sweet hot heady orgasm pour through her like a tide, and she was unable to contain her joy.
The dog snarled and dug his claws into her flesh at her waist where his paws had wrapped around her. The rough hair of his underbelly scratched at her naked flesh, making her shiver all the more with the throes of passion and lust. It was violent and frightening, yet it was more exciting than normal sex. She humped at Ranger, not wanting the ecstasy to end.
For several seconds after the hot slush stopped gushing into her, the dog continued to fuck in her hole. He was panting heavily now, and his eyes were incredibly bright and knowing. Then his motions slowed, ceased altogether. It was over. The animal backed away from the woman's naked body and got down from her. He stood, head between her legs, breathing heavily and looking at her. She could not move. She was numb with the shock and sheer pagan pleasure of the cumming. She, too, was breathless, and still unable to talk. Except for the few shrieks that had escaped her lips at the peak of the orgasm, she made no sound. It was all too wonderful and she was dazed with the impact.
The dog whined softly and then moved away, crossing the room and standing by the door to the kitchen, waiting for her to let him out. He was through with her now and he wanted to be outdoors again.
Numbly, she got to her feet and walked naked across the room and through the kitchen. She opened the back door and let the dog out. She was surprised that it was still light, and then she remembered that it was still early evening. She had lost track of time and of life itself in those glorious moments of bestial intercourse with the dog.
She was brought back to reality by the wet passage of the animal's semen through her body. She could feel it passing down, collecting and readying to spill from her. She hurried to the bathroom and squatted on the stool. It was a long time before the last of the load dribbled from her.
She readied the shower and stood under the needle spray for a long time. She could not think, nor did she want to at that moment. She was afraid to examine her thoughts and motives. Not now ... not while she still tingled from the pleasures of her flesh.
She lathered her body and worked at her flesh with the soft washcloth until she was pink and glowing. She reached for the douche bag, filled it from the tap and added some of the hygiene liquid in the plastic bottle on the shelf. The warm rush of water in her vagina removed the last traces of the dog's passionate embrace. She refilled the douche bag and repeated the process. The warm water felt soothing and pleasant to her tender tissues. She'd really been giving them a workout these past two days. Martin Oberin, Tony ... Tony a second time, and now Ranger. She was well fucked.
She lathered her entire body again and rinsed for a long time. When she emerged from the shower, she was tingling from head to toe. She wrapped the huge bath towel around her and walked into the bedroom. She did not want to dress. For some reason, the air felt like a cooling balm on her tortured conscience instead of her naked flesh. She patted herself dry in front of the big mirror, then discarded the towel in the hamper and walked to the kitchen. It was still light enough so she did not have to turn on any lights, and she fixed herself a steak and salad, then sat at the formica table and ate. She rinsed the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher before she poured herself a cup of hot coffee and carried it back to the living room. The stereo was still playing softly although she had not been aware of the music for a long time. She sat in the big chair by the window and drank the coffee slowly. She stared at the thick hedge of greenery that surrounded the house and shut her off from the rest of the street. No one could see her if she chose to walk naked all night. She smiled.
That was too bad. It was also too bad that Davy had to go visit his grandmother. Already she was planning ways to get him over tomorrow. She would come home right at three tomorrow-that would give her plenty of time before the child had to make an appearance at home.
Davy ... still unconquered. Davy ... next she wanted him.
Chapter Nine
She picked up the car on her lunch hour. It felt good to be mobile again and not have to depend on buses and waste hours waiting and transferring. Now she had the freedom of movement she needed, and she accomplished her day's work quickly. It was an easy matter to be home a few minutes after three.
As she parked at the curb, she looked toward the Canners' house in search of Davy. She saw him near the back steps, munching a cookie and with a mustache of white milk still around his mouth. She waved to him and he raised a hand in greeting. She motioned to him and he came toward her. She had the door open by the time he got to her door.
"Hi, thought you might like some ice cream or something." She smiled at him. "I see you've already had cookies and milk."
"Sure, but I'm still hungry." He came inside willingly. She dropped her purse and casebook on a hair and went into the kitchen. She fixed a dish of ice cream. "It sure got warm today," she said.
"Ummm." He was already busy with the ice cream and merely smiled at her to show he'd heard.
She smiled back. "I'm going to change into something cool. Help yourself to more if you want any. There's lemonade too. Or milk."
His head bobbed and the spoon came away from his mouth empty. Ice cream suited him fine.
She went into the bedroom, stripped quickly and slid into a caftan. She wore no bra or panties under it and no stockings. She slipped her feet into open strap sandals and then combed her hair and washed her hands and face. She touched a lipstick to her mouth, then on second thought dampened one finger with cologne and rubbed it on her nipples.
She walked back into the living room. He had carried the dish and was sitting in the big chair by the window. He grinned at her and spooned more ice cream into his mouth.
Jean went to the stereo and turned on soft music. Her pulse was already racing as she considered the idea of touching the boy. She had been able to think of nothing else all day. Davy was an adorable child, and she longed to hold him and love him. He would be soft and gentle, she knew. She turned and saw that he had finished eating his ice cream. She went over and took the empty dish from him.
"You gonna let Ranger in to play?" he asked.
"After a while. I want to ... talk to you first."
"About what?" he asked.
She smiled. "Come over here to the couch." She took his hand and led him to the couch then sat beside him. She sat close enough so her thigh brushed his and their body warmths mingled. Her breasts ached with the sudden rush of passion inside her. She could feel her nipples strain and surge forward.
He looked at her, still smiling, and she put her hand to his leg. "You spend a lot of time alone, don't you, Davy? I mean your folks are hardly ever around."
He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. Mom works every day and dad has to travel a lot." "Do you like the girl who baby sits?" He made a face. "Naw, she just eats potato chips and watches TV. She's just a dumb girl."
He sounded so solemn that Jean had to laugh. The boy grinned, then laughed with her, his small body rocking back and forth with the appreciation of the joke. Jean's hand moved quickly up his warm firm thigh and nestled in the crevice of his crotch. He glanced down but said nothing.
Her heart pounded like a hammer. He was so warm and soft, so delightful! She could not let him get away this time. Her belly was churning and twisting with the lust that had already begun to grow in it, and her cunt was beginning its outpouring of juices in readiness for the sex activity it anticipated. Jean flicked her tongue over her lips.
"Do you like me?" she asked carefully.
The laughter faded slowly from his face and left a curious smile. "Heck, sure. You're different."
She smiled. "Do you tell your mother that you come over here?"
"Sometimes. I mean, she knows I like you and come to see you and to play with Ranger, but most of the time when she gets home from work, she's tired and we don't talk much."
Jean nodded. "I see. Do you tell her what we talk about or what we do?"
"Naw." His eyes went serious again and Jean knew that her suspicions were confirmed. The child was lonely and rarely communicated with his parents. Good .. . she would open the lines of communication with the child herself. She tightened her hand very slowly and slightly, not wanting to scare him but unable to control her need to touch his flesh. She thought she felt a slight twitch in his cock, but she couldn't be sure. She racked her brain to recall at what age a boy child was able to get an erection. She had studied child care, a bit of medical and nursing studies too. Sometimes infants attained erections-purely muscular, of course, but definitely stiffening of the genitals. At nine, would Davy be able to sustain an erection very long?
She would be gentle and slow the first time....
"I think a lot about you when I'm alone, Davy, did you know that?"
He shook his head.
"You're one of my favorite people. That's why I'm planning that picnic-you know, the one I promised you."
"Yeah. Have you talked to the other kid yet?"
For a moment she didn't know what he meant, then she remembered that she had considered the idea of taking Tony along on the jaunt. Two lovely delightful boys....
"No, I haven't seen him, but I will soon. I thought we could go out in the country somewhere, far out of town. I know a small lake where we could swim and be in the sun with no one to bother us." His eyes were shining. "Would you like that?"
"I sure would. I hardly ever get to go swimming except at the Y pool. I think lakes are keen."
"Someone once told me that boys swim without suits at the Y. Is that true?"
He looked embarrassed for a moment. "Yeah."
She laughed. "I think that's marvelous! I love to swim nude."
He looked at her and she kept the smile fixed on her face. Her hand began to make soft kneading motions on his slumbering dwarf cock. "You do?" he said.
She bobbed her head. "Yes. The water's wonderful on the skin, so cool and refreshing, especially on a hot day. Maybe when we go on our picnic, we can swim nude."
The room was very quiet for a moment and Jean held her breath. This was the moment of truth. If he balked now, she might have trouble getting past his inhibitions and she would have to backtrack some, move even more slowly than she already was doing. But if he accepted the idea....
After a long time, he said, "Sure, if you think it's okay."
She let her breath out in a sigh of relief and grabbed the boy and hugged him to her. "Of course it's okay, darling. There's nothing wrong with taking off your clothes. The human body's a beautiful thing." She released him and quickly undid the front zipper of her caftan. Her huge breasts spilled from the edges of the cloth and swayed like lanterns in a summer breeze.
Davy looked down and stared. He had never seen anything like it! His mother was so careful about her body, he had never even glimpsed her naked-except one time when he had dared to peek through the window of the bedroom when she was undressing. He had been so scared that he had not even been able to stay and watch after he glimpsed her naked breasts for the first time. Just a quick look, and he'd darted around the house and sat, heart pounding, against the garage. He'd felt very wicked and daring.
Now his friend Jean had uncovered her bosom and she was close enough to touch. His hand started up, then retreated immediately to his lap.
"It's all right, darling, touch me...."
He lifted his hand again, touched a fingertip to one of the smooth white spheres hesitantly.
She reached for his hand and pressed it to her tit. She forced him to rub it, excite her. She was having trouble breathing. Her lust had grown to major proportions and she could not bear not having him touch her and letting her touch him. She pressed his palm to her nipple and urged the tiny hard bud against it. She saw the tight lines of worry around his mouth begin to relax and she knew he was enjoying it. She had jumped the first hurdle ... now she could have him....
Her breath spurted warmly over his face. He dared not look up at her. Her skin was so warm and so slick, except for the funny rough patches at the domes of the tits. Even they were somehow soft and smooth in spite of the bumpy skin. He pressed one of the nipples and saw it pop forward. Its crown was a series of tiny lines and holes. It made him think of a picture he'd once seen of a woman nursing a baby. He knew that most mothers gave babies bottles now, and it seemed impossible that milk might come from something as strange as this thing he held in his hand.
She lifted her hands and pressed them to the sides of his head and drew him close. She was smiling, sighing. "Darling ..." She pressed his face against her breasts and for a second he could not breathe. Yet he did not struggle. She held him there. "Take it...." she said very softly.
He knew that she meant for him to put her nipple in his mouth. He opened his mouth and the hard red cone slid across his tongue. It was warm and soft and fragrant. It tasted like honey, and he began to suck on it.
She sighed and stroked his head. It felt so good to have him loving her tit that way, so very good. Her hands roamed his back, found the space between his T-shirt and jeans, and delved under the waistband. His flesh was smooth and warm. She forced her hand deeper under his pants and found the start of the crevice between his buttocks. She felt him tense slightly, and she hugged him closer to the tit he sucked. She had to have him, he was driving her crazy....
She cupped his ass and tried to get her hand under his body but couldn't. The tight pants trapped her arm and pinned her to him. She did not want to let go of his head for fear he might release her tit, so she pulled the hand from his jeans and worked it around to the front of his body. She fumbled for and found the snap at the waist, then the zipper and undid both quickly. Her hand was inside, on the warm cloth of his shorts. She struggled with the fly, then grabbed the top elastic instead. She wanted her whole hand on him, and she pushed down until her fingers encountered the heavenly warmth of his crotch. His boy cock was trapped at the leg of his jeans and she felt him move slightly as she worked it free. He made a noise at her breast, and she let her breath out in a long sigh.
"Oh, darling boy, you are so sweet. . . ." She punctuated her words with tiny spasms on his soft prick she had captured. They sat together that way for endless moments, the child sucking her tit and she fondling his little boy cock. After a bit, she released her hold on him and let him come up for air.
She smiled at him, her hand still gripping his genitals. "Take off your clothes, Davy...."
He stared wordlessly and licked his lips, which were damp with his saliva from sucking her tit.
"Go ahead, I want to see your body. I know it's beautiful. Please... I want.. . you." She whispered the last word. She hadn't intended to say that, not just yet, but it came out unbidden. She did want him, and the darling child probably didn't even understand what she was talking about.
She lifted him and began to pull off the blue jeans, sliding them over his slim hips and along his firm thigh. He stood very still and let her do it, but he did not help her. He only watched with huge solemn eyes.
Davy didn't understand what she'd said. He knew it had something to do with his being a boy, and her being a woman, and with the mysterious thing called sex, but beyond that, he was in total ignorance. His sex education had thus far been limited to a few giggled words and exchanged ideas with boys his own age behind the garage. He knew nothing-had never ever touched a girl or seen a woman. Somehow, the whole idea was frightening, but the actuality of Jean Purvis undressing him was not. It was exciting. He knew she would not hurt him. They were friends.
She had the jeans down around his ankles now, and she coaxed him to lift one foot so she could pull off his tennis shoe and the pants at the same time. Then the other foot. He stood before her in his T-shirt and shorts ... waiting.
She took off the shirt first. She wanted to have the unveiling of his sex organs last so she could devote her full attention to it. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her breasts felt like taut leather shrinking in the sun. In a moment she would see him, have him.
She flicked her tongue over her lips and reached for his shorts. In slow motion she pulled them down over his small hips and ass, rolling the cloth lovingly and dramatically, her gaze fastened on the flesh as his belly was exposed. Another inch ... my God, she could see the slight mound of his pubic area ... another inch ... the clear lines indicating the start of his boy cock.
She could not control herself, and she jerked the Jockey shorts down impatiently. His genitals came into view in their full glory. Absently she shoved the offending, masking cloth down past his knees and grabbed him. The lovely little boy cock lay limp and short from his crotch, hanging over the small baggy sacs of his childhood. She whimpered and lifted the cock, laying it in her palm and starting her love strokes on it. It was so tiny, so soft, so delicious looking. It was only about two inches long and not much bigger around than her thumb. Yet is was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
She was aware that the boy was kicking his feet free of the shorts, and she smiled. Leaning forward, she lifted the pretty prick into her mouth, kissing it with her lips and then licking her tongue over it much the way he had licked her tit. Oh, God ... his dick tasted so good....
She pushed the tip of her tongue into the tiny noose of skin at the head where the foreskin shrouded the cockhead itself. She forced her oral organ inside the puckered hole, felt the even smoother and more delectable cockhead there. She struggled to breathe and put her other arm around the child's body and drew him very close. She had his entire little pecker in her mouth now, and she was making smacking, loving sounds as she gobbled and devoured it.
Davy looked down at Jean's head. She was sucking his dick! Her face was pressed right up against his belly and her eyes were closed. She was moaning like it was the most delicious treat she had ever tasted. It surprised him, and he kind of liked it, too. Wow, she sure hadn't wasted any time. He still wasn't used to the idea of taking his clothes off, and here she was doing all sorts of even more daring things to him.
He liked it, too. That was what surprised him the most. He kind of thought he'd be scared, about the sex and all, but she made it fun. He liked the feel of her wet warm tongue on his private parts. He liked the way she stabbed at the loose skin over his cock and forced it back with her teeth and tongue. It made him feel all funny inside, like a man instead of a child. He wondered what she would do next?
She looked up at him, her lips moist and glistening. "Darling...." She got up and the loose dress flapped open so he could see her bare belly and her tits too. He swallowed hard.
She put her arm around his bare shoulder and led him to the bedroom. The music swirled softly around them and the house was very still. Outside a bird trilled a song of summer.
She laid him on the bed and quickly dropped the caftan from her body and kicked off her sandals. She came to him, easing herself beside him and caressing the full length of his small body as she moved her body and brushed her tits over his thin chest. The corners of his mouth curved up in a smile and his eyes were bright. Her hand went to his crotch and began to fondle the still-damp cock. "We're going to have a lot of fun," she said very quietly.
He didn't doubt her for a moment.
"But you mustn't tell anyone, not your mother or father or the sitter-no one, understand?"
He nodded. Boy, he'd be scared to talk about it! He wasn't scared of her, though. Not when she made him feel this good. He felt warm and trembly all over, and there was a very different kind of feeling down there-inside his body near her hand. She played with his peewee, rubbing it and making it feel important all of a sudden. She also put her hand under his balls and worked at them gently . . .
and that gave him goose bumps. Everything she did was exciting him.
She pushed his leg between her heavy thighs. When he let her push it right up as far as it would go, he was astonished at how hot and wet her crotch was. He lifted his head to look down, and she laughed. She made room for him to look better. He could see the dark triangle of curly hair right on top of his leg. Under it was where the wetness was ... and the hot spot. She moved her hips and the wet spot rubbed hard against his flesh. She smiled and sighed, and he knew she liked it. He began to move his leg between hers, pressing hard to her body.
"Uuummmmm, yes, that's nice. Feel how hot and ready I am for you."
"Ready? What do you mean?"
She laughed again, and she hugged him to her breasts. "You adorable thing. We're going to have a wonderful time together. I'm ready for you-down there." She backed away from him and half sat up. "Look-" She spread her thighs wide and turned the gaping space toward him. "Look at it. That's called my cunt... my vagina. Sometimes men call it a pussy because it's so soft and warm."
He heard her but he was too busy looking at the thing to answer. The thick walls of springy hair had parted to show layers of red wet lips of cuntal flesh. They were sleek and smooth, dripping with fluids and quivering as he watched. She moved her legs again and he thought he saw a darker, deeper hole under the inner layers. He bent closer.
"Touch me-go ahead-" She sounded breathless.
He put a finger to the spot experimentally. It was like sticking his hand into boiling oil. Her pussy was hot-and very slippery. He rubbed his finger in the slime. It was just like oil, and even as he touched and watched, more of the stuff came from the small dark opening. He probed into it.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh-" "Can I get in there?" he asked.
"Yeees-oh, God, yes-put your finger inside."
He shoved deeper and his finger was swallowed in the yawning pit. He wiggled the digit and she moaned again.
"Ooooohhhh."
He began to enjoy himself. He prodded inside her wet hot body, fingering the slimy walls of the cavity. He tried to think of things the boys had joked about, about the words she had given him to describe her body. Cunt. He liked that one. He was in her cunt- She couldn't stay still, her excitement had gone out of bounds. The waiting, the longing, the need had surfaced and exploded now. The child was hers. Oh, feel the way he was playing with her passionate pussy. Her hips bounced and she tipped her body so his hand had to touch her clitoris.
"Yeeesss ... there ... do it there-" He was so willing and so wonderful. He pressed at her, dug his tiny hand into her cunt, set her clitoris on fire. She gasped and heaved and enjoyed it for long minutes before she was willing to pause and instruct him in something new. Now that she had gotten this far, she knew that she wanted him to do many, many things to her ... and she to him....
"Davy," she said, "Davy...."
Chapter Ten
He looked at her. He had never seen a woman look that way before. Her eyes were glassy and bright, her lips parted and moist. She was breathing in tiny little gasps, like maybe it hurt her to do it. Her face was flushed and her tongue kept darting out and over her lips.
She held her arms out and he moved toward her. His hand pulled out of her wet pussy with a plopping noise. She took him and pulled him to her, her face coming down over his, the open mouth searching for his lips. Her kiss was wet and unlike any kiss he'd ever had before. Her tongue forced its way between his lips, between his teeth and onto his tongue. It was like a hot spear darting around in his mouth. His first thought was to pull away, but it vanished quickly. He discovered that he liked it when she did it. He liked the wet insistent kiss that somehow reminded him of the hot wet hole between her legs he'd just explored with his hand. The kiss had something to do with sex, he knew.
Gasping, she rubbed her tits against his body and put her hands to his ass. He was so small and wonderful. She cupped his buttocks easily, and pushed his body against hers. She could feel the small hot crotch on her pubic mound, feel the pressure of his undeveloped sex organs on her overactive sex parts. She had to give him a hard-on and put his golden prick in her cunt. She couldn't live without him....
She went to work on him in earnest, rubbing his skin, kissing trails of fire along his naked flesh. She worked her way from his face and neck to his chest and belly. She pressed her palms at him, urging more heat from him. She kissed his baby cock and the scrotum below it. She took them in her lips and munched them gently, flicking her tongue at the heavenly young flesh. She raised his legs and kissed his ass before riding her tongue down the groove and searching for his anus. When she found it, she rimmed it with her tongue, probing with firm strokes and forcing it open a tiny bit and entering it.
The boy whimpered. His excitement had begun to grow when the kissing started. He felt the surging unfamiliar feelings in his belly and under his hot lips. When she fooled around with his prick and stuff, he felt the first pulling of the muscles down there, like maybe he was going to get a hard-on. He knew how that felt-once in a while his cock got hard for no real reason. Until now it had always embarrassed him, even if he was alone in his bed at night when it happened.
Now he wanted it to happen. It was what she wanted, too, he was sure. She stopped kissing and licking him, but before he could say anything or protest, she had lifted his legs and turned him so she could get at his ass. That really surprised him, and more, it drove him the final way to sexual awareness. His cock struggled up and tightened when she began to stick her tongue in his asshole. He shivered and thrashed, not quite knowing how to cope with the myriad feelings that assailed him. He felt her force her tongue into his body, and at the same time he felt his penis jerk to attention. It was hard!
She seemed to know it, and she brought her face through his legs and back to his crotch. She was gobbling at the tiny flagpole now. She laughed with delight, felt his flesh as though she couldn't get enough of him. Heavy sighs escaped her lips as she sucked at him. It made him want to suck her. He told her so.
"Let me suck you-" She whimpered with pleasure. She had been so carried away with the taste of his wonderful flesh and the discovery that he had indeed attained an erection, she forgot for the moment that he could add to her pleasure. Now she smiled and moved around to the sixty-nine position. The boy looked surprised, reached toward her tit. She shook her head and pointed to her pussy.
"There-try that-" She opened her legs to a wide V and fell back to enjoy his stiffened little cock. She already had it in her mouth when she felt the first tremulous touch of his tongue at her cuntal mouth. She held her breath and smiled. A moment later he was dipping his tongue deep inside her pussy as he had done with his finger. She was amazed at his eagerness.
He was amazed too. His first shock gave way to curiosity, then delight, as he tasted and tested her juicy pussy. The wet oily slime was delicious, and he began to lap it up quickly. He ran his tongue along the thick and thin layers of tissues, then pushed into the dark hole he remembered his finger had found. Her body moved and he pressed deeper into her. She was pouring out that hot stuff so fast he had a hard time lapping it up quick enough!
All the time she was drawing at his prick, sucking it like soda through a straw. He felt like he was going to explode.
Jean came. She could not help it. The hot spurting tongue in her cunt drove her crazy, and the heat in her belly burst into flame. The tight knot of passion split, and an orgasm shuddered through her. She moaned and felt the tears of pleasure fill her eyes. She did not let go of the stiff little dick in her mouth, but for several moments she could not even work at it while the undulating, pulsing waves of pleasure coursed through her. It was better than ever. What was it about a child's tongue or body that did this to her? Tony had ... now Davy . . . God . . . she wanted to cum over and over ... by his mouth ... his hands ... his cock.
She began to perform vigorous fellatio on him and he twitched and made strange noises that were muffled by her pussy. She knew he was excited, as much as a child of nine could be. He would not have a load of sperm for her, but she would fill him with all the delight his young body had ever known. Almost without warning, his talented little tongue skyrocketed her to a second orgasm. Oh, God ... she let the tears spill over her lids as she moaned and sucked his boy cock. "Mmmm-uuuuhhhh!" Her body thrashed with the hot rays of lust.
She let go of him then and threw herself across his body. "I can't wait-" "What?" He looked at her in shock.
"I need you-" He let her move him flat on his back. He stared at her flushed face. Her hair was messed and wild about her face, her eyes shining. She climbed over his hips, her legs spread wide over his crotch. Smiling, she reached for his little upright penis.
"I'm going to put it in my vagina," she said. She brought her spread body forward and down, aiming the stiff organ toward her. She smiled as it touched her tissues the first instant.
The boy watched in fascinated wonder. When he felt the first contact of his tender cock on that hot slimy stuff, he sucked air into his lungs hard. He'd never felt anything so surprising in his life. It was as if his whole body had touched her and spurted into flame. He shivered and groaned softly. She looked at him and smiled.
"It's all right.. . wait.. . ." She lowered herself on him, supporting her weight with her knees and sitting back on her haunches gently. The hard little boy cock slithered into her dripping sex hole. It was her turn to groan.
"Oooohhhh, that's so good! It feels so wonderful.. . darling child ... do you like it?"
She sat still for a second, catching her breath after the first shock of pleasure settled to steady excitement.
He moved his head and tried to tell her how much he liked it. "I-ohhhhh, boy-I-yeah-" "So warm ... and wet-" She crooned the words, half to herself, half to him. She felt the tiny organ in her cunt and it somehow was as exciting as any large dick she'd ever ridden. She felt the hard pressure of his young erection, felt the rough pressure on her clitoris when she pulled back and raked the base of his prick through her cunt hair. She felt the shivery tremors race through her body, felt her own tension and readiness to cum again. She knew she would. It was so easy to cum when she had a hot boy cock inside her....
She gasped. "I-oooohhhh, it's-I can't wait-let me-oh God! Aaaahhhh, aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" She flailed her body at him, forgetting to hold up her weight and letting it slam onto the child's turgid sex organ. The prick dug deep into her flesh, slammed into the thick walls of her cunt and forced them to push and give under the pressure. Her orgasm rumbled deep in her uterus and exploded with the fiery passion of the Fourth of July. She closed her eyes and humped at him with wild fury, riding his masterful little dick as powerfully as she had ever taken any in her life.
She came. Huge waves of passion washed over her, the heat rose in her body and she was dizzy with ecstasy. The pulsating, pounding passion sent aftershocks that made her tingle all over.
She heaved and sighed, opening her eyes and looking down at him. His face was strained as he still worked for his own pleasure. She was surprised, and delighted, at the length of time he held his hard-on.
"Oh, Davy, that was wonderful," she said. "Just marvelous. You made me cum so good-you know what cumming is, don't you?"
He shook his head and chewed his lip.
She laughed gently. "Darling-" She began to move again on him, letting the little hard cock stab into her with its own need.
"We'll just keep doing this-or anything else you want. Soon, you'll know what cumming is. You'll have the wonderful feeling of relief, a big pull-and some stuff will spurt from your penis and into me. It'll be your cum." She touched his cheek. "You don't have the thick white stuff a man has, but you'll shoot out some liquid and you'll feel much better." She rocked and twitched her cunt muscles on him.
"It-hurts-it's so hard. I never had anything like this-" "I know, darling, I know, but it'll be better soon. You'll see. In a few minutes you won't be able to hold it back-it'll just cum." Smiling, she increased her tempo on him. His tiny body tensed and arched toward her. He was so anxious, trying so hard ... poor baby....
Just looking at him made her damned hot. She was so fucking hot she could no longer control her emotions. She raked her body over the child, pulling and tugging at her own lusty desire and almost forgetting his. She would make him cum, but first- "Ohhh God! I have to cum again! I-" She gasped, sucked air deep into her lungs and threw her head back as the next climax bubbled in the volcano of her body and spouted suddenly.
"Mmmmm, uuuummmm, aaaahhhh, I'mmm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg. I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!" The explosion made her dizzy and sweat filmed on her face. She was drunk with the wonder of the child and her own passion. She felt the hot spurting flow of her cunt juice and it bathed his slipping, pushing tool-and still it was hard and thrusting.
He whimpered-"It hurts-" She saw the tortured look on his thin face.
Gasping, she pulled herself off his golden treasure of boy cock and twisted her body so she could grab it with her mouth. She had to help him, had to give him the first cum he needed. She wrapped her lips and tongue around the stiff slimy cock. Her own cunt juice was sweet and tangy and she felt the flavor of it mix with the strong maleness of his sex flesh. Her lips caught on the ridge of his cockhead and pressed along the length of the narrow band of flesh that connected it to the shaft. It was an erotic spot, she knew, and now she worked at it until the child was bouncing wildly under her.
"Help me-ohhhh, aaaawwww, make me cuuuummmm-!"
He was clawing at her hair, trying to force her head deeper onto his body. She already had his entire prick in her mouth. She could feel the head press against her palate, feel the entire length of the lovely little cock on her moving tongue. She pounded up and down, smelling her own cunt juice on him and knowing he was straining to give her the promise of his manhood.
"Ooooohhhh-" It was a warning cry as the child thrashed and gave in to the final twisting agony that preceded his release. She felt it, knew she had brought him to the moment of truth. His hips came up to meet her, his back arched. She sucked and dived at his crotch. She pulled the foreskin back as far as it would stretch, forced the bulging little cock to strain upward under its own power as well as the force she exerted. And then it happened.
"Eeeeeeeeeiiiiiiii!!!"
He felt the tremor of warning and the quick rush of hot fluid in his sex organs. It spurted from him, feeling like a geyser as the pressure eased and left him limp.
Jean drank his virgin stuff fast and sucked for more. She had made him cum! His sweet smooth fluid poured into her hot mouth and soothed her throat all the way down. She could feel it settle in her stomach like a wonderful hot toddy on a cold night. She sighed heavily and sucked to see if she could coax another drop from him. Then she backed off, slowly, licking all the way. The last traces of his cum juice were mixed with the remnants of her cunt juice and the saliva from her mouth. She licked it all up. She ran her tongue over the lovely organ one more time, reaching under the dwindling head and catching the vagrant drops that clung in the hidden crevices. After she was sure she had not missed any droplets anywhere, she sat up and smiled at him. He was lying back, arms thrown out like a crucified martyr. His eyes were closed and his lips parted. He breathed heavily through his mouth, small fluttery gasps that seemed to come from his soul. She smiled and watched him, her hand still cupping his genitals and soothing them. The cock had gone down already and was a limp pile of flesh in her hand.
He opened his eyes slowly and looked at her in a daze. "I told you it would be wonderful," she said softly. "You did cum-and you liked it, didn't you?"
He bobbed his head and his lips moved soundlessly.
"It's all right, darling, you don't have to say anything. I understand." She leaned forward and kissed his lips gently.
She got up off the bed and went into the bathroom. She wet a cloth under the warm tap and brought it back to the bed. She sat beside him and began to wash him carefully, using her hand and the cloth lovingly on the small tired dick and the empty sacs below it. He sighed and let her do what she wanted. It felt good, and he was too tired and too dazed to protest. When she was finished, she stood next to the bed and moved her feet wide apart so she could use the same wash cloth to clean herself down there. He could almost see the wet red tissues and he smiled. After a while, she tossed the cloth aside and sat beside him again.
"That was very wonderful and special to me, Davy," she said. "Can you understand that?"
He nodded.
"You liked it a lot, didn't you?" He nodded again.
She smiled. "Then we'll do it again some time? Would you like that?" "Yes, you bet."
A new light shone in her eyes. "Good. We can do it as often as you want. Come over any time, all right? But you mustn't let them know-" He understood. What they had done and might do in the future was just for them, and he had no desire to tell his parents or anyone else.
"Good. We can have a wonderful time together, Davy. I'd like that."
Davy felt her warm hand on his belly, the fingers curling slightly and pressing just over his cock. He smiled. He knew they were going to have a lot of wonderful times together. A lot of them.
Chapter Eleven
Jean stopped by the dingy apartment building where Tony and his father lived late the next afternoon. No one answered the bell, and she stood in the dark hall feeling annoyed and frustrated. She had gone to a lot of trouble to square the report with her office, and she wanted to tell Tony herself. He was no longer in trouble and no further investigation would be carried out.
She pressed the doorbell again out of sheer irritation, and she was just turning to climb back down the long flight of steps when she heard the voice call from behind the door.
"I'm coming, for crissake-" She recognized Martin Oberin's voice, and new panic filled her. She had not expected him to be home and she did not want to see him. She stumbled, and behind her the apartment door opened and she was caught in the slash of light from inside.
"Yeah?" The man peered around the edge of the door. "Oh, it's you, doll. Come on in." He motioned at her with his hand and jerked his head toward the room behind him.
She tried to stammer a refusal, but no words came. In slow motion, she moved into the apartment and the man closed the door behind her. She did not turn to look at him right away, and she heard his soft harsh laugh behind her.
"What'sa matta, baby, you shy all of a sudden?"
She knew he was naked before she saw him. She could feel his animal presence in the room, the magnetism of his flesh and the heat of his lust. He walked around her and stood close. She tried to keep her eyes on his smiling face, but it was difficult. She knew the attractions that lay a bit lower.
"I-I came to tell you that I took care of the report." It was hard to get the words out. "If Tony doesn't get in any more trouble, everything'! be all right...."
He was grinning at her and she lowered her eyes-a fatal mistake. His slim tawny body drew her like a magnet. The dark hair on his body was coarse and tight, and it formed a wide triangle on his chest, then tapered to a narrower band at his belly before flaring again at his groin to form the arrowhead pointing to his sex organs. He was not aroused now, the long heavy cock lay over his huge balls and swayed slightly from his movements. He took a step backward as if to give her a better view of his equipment, and she found she could not pull her gaze from it. He was magnificent! The cock was eight inches long even in repose. It was veiled by the foreskin which draped over it and hid details but left the outline of the inner parts clearly visible. She could see the huge ridge bulge where the head ended, a good two inches up the shimmering soft flesh. His large corrugated balls hung like twin balloons behind the penis, swaying and looking like they could barely contain their weight. She could see the ridges that marked them, the narrow lighter lines traversing the horizontal. The thin film of black hair on them made them even more enticing.
"You like 'em, baby?" His voice was low and insinuating.
Jean's throat felt very thick and clogged. She opened her mouth but no words came out.
He laughed again and stepped closer to her. "Don't deny it, honey, that's what you came back for, isn't it?" He put his hand on her arm and pulled her close in an embrace. The steamy maleness of him assailed her nostrils and made her dizzy. NO! She had not come to see him-or his obscene body! She had come to see Tony; the lovely child who was gentle and smooth and- His fingers gripped her arm. "Come on, let's go in the bedroom."
"No-you're hurting me!" She tried to pull away but he was too strong for her.
He looked surprised for a moment, then amused. "No? You don't want to fuck? Funny, I thought you dug the screwing scene. You were plenty hot the other day."
She felt her face flame and she shook her head. "No, I have to go."
"You just got here."
Her tongue flicked over her lips. "Let me go-" Laughing, he forced her toward the bedroom. The bed was unmade but the sheets had been freshly changed, she could tell by the color. The indentation of his head was still on the pillow. He pushed her toward the bed and she stumbled backward and sat on the edge, almost cowering from him as he came toward her.
"I'll tell you what, baby. I'll make a deal with you. I ain't never forced no woman to fuck in my whole life. I like my women hot and I want them to want me, you know what I mean?"
She did not move and stared at his face, terrified to look lower and find her own resolve crumbling.
"We'll just relax a few minutes. I won't touch you, so relax." He frowned and shrugged his hands. "We'll wait to see how you feel, okay? If you decide you don't want to bang, okay. You go on about your business and I'll go back to bed." He sounded so reassuring that she almost relaxed. He had to be up to something, but she didn't know what.
He turned and went to the dresser, and her glance went immediately to his tight firm ass. He had a beautiful body. He glanced back over his shoulder as he slipped a cigarette between his lips and caught her staring at his body. He grinned.
"Want a cigarette?"
She shook her head. She had never taken up smoking. She watched him cup his hands around a match and inhale deeply. She wasn't aware that he had turned until she realized she was looking at his genitals again. His cock seemed to have grown larger-or was it her imagination?
He came back to the bed and stood in front of her, just clearing her knees with his legs so that his sex organs were very prominent. His cock was longer! It had begun to stir and rise from the nest of black hair. She looked away.
"Relax, doll. I'll keep my promise. How you been doing since I seen you?" He blew smoke casually.
"All right...."
"Hey, that's great. So's your fixing that trouble for Tony. I appreciate that. You okay."
The prick danced slightly on the mound of his scrotum and began to lift from the launching pad. Jean licked her lips and tried to pry her eyes from it, but could not keep them averted for very long. The moving organ was like a wand, commanding her attention and instructing her thoughts. It had swelled and the heavy ridge under the skin was very prominent now. The foreskin was beginning to stretch back in preparation for the head to emerge. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes for a second.
His voice went on softly. "I'd like to show my appreciation. In bed. I'd like to see your naked tits and body, you know? You got a gorgeous cunt, baby. I remember how hot and tight it was. Really something, no kidding. Remember how it felt when I shoved my cock up it? You liked it, you almost went crazy, didn't you?" He laughed very softly. "How many times did you cum? I lost count. And the way you sucked me off! Holy Christ, I've never had a hot mouth like that, never. You are the best." He was talking in a low even tone, but his words struck Jean like blows.
He was exciting her with his words. His words and the sight of his body before her. His sex organs, right in front of her face, were taking on new dimensions, growing and becoming more compelling by the second. She no longer could look away and the desire to was fading quickly. Her belly twisted in a hot rumble of growing lust and she felt the first heat of dampness between her legs. God, he had a fantastic body- The penis was jutting straight out from his crotch now, a flagpole with its red dome exposed. The gorgeous cockhead had emerged from the tube of skin and pulled to full length. Its smooth glossy surface looked incredibly pink and tempting. The small slit at the crest pulled open slightly as the organ strained and a tiny drop of fluid began to collect in it. Even as she watched, the fluid oozed out and spread downward in a slow wide path.
Jean did not realize that she had opened her mouth and was breathing through it in short puffs.
"I sure would like to fuck you, honey...." he crooned softly to her. "I'd like to feel my dick slip into that hot hugging tunnel of love you've got. Jeeez, I'd like to push it up there and feel the end of the hole, feel the way you squeeze that cunt around my dick and pull out my load of cum. You've got a talented cunt, baby, a very talented cunt. And those tits, man, would I like to taste them again-" She whimpered and her hand moved from her lap toward him. She could not think of anything except the promise of his flesh. His words had turned her on and she was very wet now. Cunt juice was thick inside her and dribbling out to wet her panties and heat her body. She could feel the coiling need in her guts, feel the quivering excitement through her torso and down her legs. He moved slightly and her fingers flamed against the cockhead. His juice scalded her skin and she lunged at him. In the next instant, she was holding his cock, pulling him toward her with it and opening her mouth. Then she was sucking on it and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.
His cock was so good, so delicious, so full. He stood in front of her and grabbed her shoulders, using her for leverage as he humped his hips and fucked her mouth just as though it were a cunt. She gulped and struggled to breathe around the massive man tool clogging her throat. Yet she was in her glory. Breathing seemed unimportant in comparison with having his cock in her mouth and tasting the heady maleness of its flavor. She wanted him to cum and quench her thirst, put out the first fire of her lust.
"Yeahhhh, go to it, baby, suck my dick-God!"
He was on fire now, his own self-arousal had quickly been converted to demanding intercourse need. He helped her perform fellatio by doing most of the work. All she had to do was keep breathing and keep sucking his cock. He was crazy with hot need now, and his balls ached with the ready load of cum that had gathered in them. He wanted to shoot the whole thing right down her sweet prick-gulping throat, give her the stuff he had and then go on to making more. He dug his fingers into her shoulders and yanked her back and forth on his prick. She was good-Christ, she was good. She was taking his whole tool, devouring it like it was candy. Man, he was going to cum!
She felt the hard surge of final desperation, felt the first spurt of preseminal fluid and then the straining, pulling thrusts of his cock as he groaned.
"Ooooohhhh, b a a a a b b b b y y y y , here-it-cccoooommmmeeeessss!"
His fingers dug into her flesh, his crotch hair scraped against her nose and cheeks. His slamming, driving prick stabbed into her throat and the first wad of his fuck cum exploded into the back of her throat. He slashed his cock back and forth in her mouth, not letting up for an instant. She gulped and managed to get the first hot mouthful of slime down without gagging. She could not breathe, but it was not important now. His hot sticky cum was spurting again, a steady hard stream of it pouring down her throat and spreading its delicious warmth through her whole body. The musty thick flavor made her drunk and she worked at his cockhead feverishly for more. She never wanted to stop-she wanted everything he had!
He gasped for air, letting the sweat cool his hot flesh. Christ, he'd cum like crazy, and she'd gobbled up every drop of it! What a talented broad.
After a long time she let go of his prick and looked up at him through glazed eyes. "I-need you-oh, God, fuck me-" She was struggling with her dress, unbuttoning it and fumbling to get it off.
He leaned over and helped her. "You're hot, baby, real hot. . . ." He spoke to her caressingly, and his words enflamed her even more. He pulled the dress over her upraised arms and tossed it to the floor.
She had her bra unhooked and he shoved her back on the bed and hooked his fingers in the elastic of her pants and pulled them down and off in a single sweep. She tossed the bra away impatiently and held out her arms to him. "Fuck meeee-" Her face was twisted with desire now, and she panted erotically. She spread her legs in a wide angle and pulled him toward her. "Is your cock still hard?" It was almost begging.
"Let me eat your pussy first-" He was down at her, licking and exploring her wet cunt with his mouth. He pressed his face hard to her, lapping at the moisture and sucking the heavy thick sludge from her hole. His tongue danced over her clitoris and drove her crazy. He probed inside the thick doors with the speared oral organ and she moaned.
"Oooohhhh... mmmmm . . . I-yes-ohh-" Her hips bounced and her body twisted. She was having her first orgasm.
He knew it and he stabbed as hard as he could, sending her into the abyss of pleasure her body sought. His hands mauled at her belly, pressing hard and trying to find the knotted ball of her uterus. When he did, he mashed at it with the heel of his hand. It did what he knew it would, and she cried out with the rushing second orgasm.
She was still whimpering when he pulled his mouth from her and stuck his hand into the swampy hole of her loving pussy. His fingers took up a hard, steady beat, dug deeper than his tongue had been able to, began a new passion in her. The Shockwaves of the other climaxes had not even faded when she began to get hot again, felt the thick gathering of her need in her guts. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
He was smiling. "You still want to run away-huh?" His hand dug deep into her cunt, feeling the slippery slimy walls and wiggling into them as deeply as he could.
She shook her head violently. "No, oh God, no! I want to fuck! Oh, God, I'm cumming-" She thrashed as he brought her to a quick orgasm with his searching, driving hand. She gasped and struggled to breathe. He climbed over her, his cock very hard again and, with his fingers still inside her cunt, he grabbed his prick with his other hand and showed it to her. "Ready for this, baby?"
Her eyes went very round and her pink tongue flitted at her lips. She could still taste his cum on her mouth, and seeing the heavy-headed cock in his tight fist made her whimper. "Put it in me-put your dick in my pussy. Fuck me-oh, God, fuck me!!"
He slid it into her open snatch, not pulling his fingers out first. He left them up in her, guiding his tool into the dark tunnel. He grabbed his cockhead as it passed through the portal and squeezed it and lathered it with her cunt nectar. Jeez, he was hot and ready! He waggled his fingers along the length of his hose as he shoved it into her. It made her hole even tighter than ever and she was going crazy under him. When she began to fuck up at him, he let go of her with his hand and dug the cock all the way in. Then he humped her in a hard steady rhythm.
It took about thirty seconds for her next orgasm to gather enough force and explode. Oberin grinned down at her as she moaned and thrashed with the violence of it. She was really turned on, and was good for a dozen or more climaxes, he figured. Jeez, she was hot in there. She would drive him crazy- "Again-" She warmed to her loving task and let the good things happen. Another orgasm spurted and carried her to heady heights. Her whole body was alive with the talented cock in her, and she lost track of how many times he made her cum. Each orgasm rose and burst quickly, making her shiver with delight, yet not finishing off her lust because she knew that there was a very large prize at the end of the rainbow. He had another pot of gold up in his balls, waiting to erupt inside her. With it, she would find her ultimate reward.
His dick was hard and hot, and he wanted to make sure she had everything she could desire. He pulled his slippery wet cock from her cunt and she cried out. Grinning, he slid up her body, dribbling a trail of her cunt juice along her belly from his wet prick. He shoved the sticky wet tool at her mouth. "Suck it again-" She took it willingly, licking her own cunt juice from it and teasing it with her tongue. It bulged in her cheeks and throat and he fucked down at her again. She grabbed for his ass, found the tight puckered muscle of the opening of his rectum and rimmed it. He sucked air into his lungs with a gasp. She pushed her finger hard to the hole and entered the hot dry tunnel. He jerked back, pulling his cock from her mouth.
"Christ-you'll send me off-" He scrambled down again, between her legs, into the waiting maw of her hungry vagina. There was no time for anything but the fucking need of the moment. The man and woman came together in hot, thrusting drives, she raising her hips to meet his lunges downward into her body. Her mouth poured out murmured need and obscenities, her blood raced wildly through her veins. Her uterus tightened to a hot ball of fire and her cunt spewed forth its readiness.
He felt her demanding heat, and it took the last barriers from his tremendous lust. Her cunt swallowed him whole, sucked at his filled prick, took his newest load of cum.
The stuff showered into her hot cunt, thick wads of cum that burned both of them as it exchanged between them. He gritted his teeth and held onto her hips so he could hammer the load deeply, and she raised her feet and her heels drummed against his ass. The room was filled with the groaning, gasping need of them, the final throes of their passion being met.
She lay back on the blanket and looked up at the sun beyond the fluttering leaves of the tree. The picnic had been pleasant and the two boys had enjoyed it thoroughly. Now they were running along that bank of the lake playing with the dog.
Jean propped her arm under her head and thought about the past few days. Her entire life had changed ... and it had begun such a short time ago. The trip to Tony Oberin's house which should have been a routine call in her work had somersaulted her into a delightful new existence that exceeded her wildest dreams. That second day at Oberin's-when she had lost all her inhibitions with Marty and finally admitted that she did want him and his loving body, want his fucking-had marked a turning point for her. Never again would she have to cruise bars hoping she would not be recognized and hoping to pick up a man who would give her some small measure of satisfaction. Now she could face the reality of her lust, admit that she had an abundance of female animal need and that she could cope with it openly.
She and Marty had talked after the wild sex session that day, talked about sex and lust and physical need. She had realized then that what she had thought at first was crude in him was really a kind of honesty that she had to admire in him. He was a sensuous man, and he flaunted it openly. He had shown her that she was a very sensuous woman and it was foolish to be ashamed or to hide it.
They had talked a long time and then come together again in mutual need and desire. She told him of the pleasure she'd found with Tony and also with Davy .. . she even told him about the single encounter with the dog... but not until after they'd fucked still another time and she was sated and weak with joy. Together they had planned the picnic, for all of them. He could not get away as early as she, and it was decided that she would take the two boys to the lake and he would join them later, coming out by his own car and helping her put her partially formed plan into action. Because she had admitted to him that she hoped to have both the lovely boys bring her joy.
She lifted her head as the children ran toward her. They were both beautiful creatures, and together they had flowered into a strange friendship and openness that pleased her. Without asking, she knew that they had been talking about her, comparing experiences that had introduced them to the wondrous world of sex. They were both flushed and sweating. The day was warm and the sun high overhead. Crickets droned in the distance and birds sang high above in the trees. The isolated lake was so far from the beaten path that no sound of traffic or humanity reached them. It was one of her favorite places . . . and this was the first time she had ever brought anyone else to share it with her.
She sat up. "How about a swim?" she asked.
Davy blurted, "I didn't bring a suit."
She laughed. "That's all right, we don't need them. No one will see us." She began to undo her slacks and shirt.
Grinning, the boys followed suit and moments the three raced nakedly toward the warm water of the lake. It sparkled blue in the dancing sunlight.
It was colder than she'd thought it would be, and the first shock made goose bumps rise on her flesh. The hardy youngsters were already splashing and diving into the water. Their bodies flashed and glistened, and Jean stood in the shallow water watching them with great pleasure. Davy swam clumsily then rolled to his back and floated, arms outstretched. His crotch surfaced and she saw the tiny little loose cock float and bob. She felt a tight pain in her belly. It was beginning. She was getting sexy and ready for them. Both of them ... the thought sent her into quivering ecstasy. Finally she swam too, chasing the boys and playing tag with them. Whenever she could, she caught one and held him close, closing her hand over the most important part of his body, the lovely swelling budding boy cock and balls. By the time they tired of the game and the water, they all knew what was ahead when they gained the shore.
Laughing, Jean pulled both boys down to the blanket on top of her. "Sweethearts- mmmmm, so cool and damp ... love me...."
In accord, the two boys swarmed over her. Tony pushed her legs apart and began to finger her clitoris and cunt. Davy nestled his head on her ribs and began to suck the huge wonderful tit. The nipple was turgid from the cold water and Jean could feel the straining flow of her hormones begin. Davy's tongue was very warm and very delightful. Tony's hand was exploring her cunt cave eagerly and exciting her quickly.
"Oh, yes, you two darlings, I like that...."
"Your pussy is all wet and hot...."
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
"Go in deeper-yes, oh, that's wonderful-" "My dick's getting hard-" "Good, we'll fuck soon-" "You taste so good! Your tit's like a rock-" "Here, taste some of this stuff-" Tony held his dribbling fingers out to the other boy and the child licked them eagerly.
"Wow-let me down there-move over-" "Do you think we could both get in her?"
"With our hands?"
"No, dummy, with our cocks-wouldn't that be wild?"
"Oh, God-try it," she whispered. "Try it-" She twisted her body and spread her legs even farther for them.
"How? We get in each other's way-"
"Let me move up." Jean wiggled around and pulled her legs high over her head, almost doubling her body and until her feet touched the blanket behind her. She moved her feet as far apart as she could get them.
"One of you get up here." Davy scrambled into place in the V of her body, his young prick already hard and aiming. He shoved it downward and forward at the same time and felt it slip into the red wet tunnel of her cunt.
"Ooooohhhh, boy-" Tony pushed hard to him, holding the other boy in his arms so he could get his cock close to the woman's cunt. Davy's dick was in her and the pressure of his tool pulled the hole open so it looked like there would be plenty of room for the two of them. Tony's cock was hard and aching. He'd thought a lot about this ever since the last time he'd been with Jean. He liked the idea of fucking her and playing around. Now he grabbed his cock and tried to aim it into the hole.
"Stay still-Jeez, I can't-" "Oooohhhh, try-yes-you can do it-" "Hang on to me-" Jean could see Davy's smooth lovely ass through the arch of her body and legs. Her cunt was very hot and wet, and just thinking about the second little very lovely cock sliding into her almost made her cum. Then she felt the tip of Tony's prick force its way into the already occupied vagina. She took a deep breath as the trembling passion jolted her. "Yeeeessss-" Tony shoved down. "Hey, I'm in-I'm in-" But almost as he said it, his cock slipped out of her again. "Awww, damn!"
"Turn around, try it the other way."
"Naw, that wouldn't work, my ass'd get in the way."
"Maybe if you bent forward-" Davy liked the idea of Tony's naked ass coming up close to his belly.
Tony backed off. "You fuck her-Jeeez-I know!!" "What?"
"Ha! Watch-I'm gonna fuck her asshole while you're in her cunt!!"
Jean's breath coiled hotly in her chest. Tony gathered some of the wetness from her cunt with his fingers, making Davy giggle as his cock encountered the hand. "Hey-do it again-" For several seconds the two boys played childish games inside her twat, Tony handling and exciting the other boy's slippery dick inside the wet cavity. Tony used his wet fingers to dampen her asshole, pushing one finger inside the tight muscle and lubricating the inner wall a bit. He got some more cunt juice and spread it all over his hard prick.
When he was ready, he came up behind her and aimed his cockhead at her asshole. She felt the soft yielding pressure of the head against the muscle and tried to relax, breathing deeply through her mouth. She was so hot and throbbing from Davy in her pussy that she hardly knew what she was doing, but she knew what Tony did. The lovely little cock forced an entry in her asshole, hot and hard and tight. She could hear the two boys talking and exclaiming over their accomplishments, but she was beyond sorting out words. Her whole body was caught in the fiery lust and need.
"Fuck me!!" she moaned, and they did. The twin pricks slipped in and out of her passionate spots, fusing deep inside her where the core of her need lay. She felt them separately at first, then as a unit. Two fucking screwdrivers pounding into her lust. She was happy-she was being fulfilled-and she did not have to hide her pleasure.
The quiet lakeside filled with the groaning sounds of the woman cumming. Muffled and urgent, she whimpered and cried her need and pleasure until the two boys finally came to rest, out of breath and laughing with glee. They had to pull out of her then, and, without talking, they raced toward the lake again and plunged into the refreshing water. Jean uncurled herself and flopped on the blanket. Through half-closed eyes she watched the clouds scud by above the tree tops.
She felt a cold touch on her leg and looked down. Ranger was nuzzling at her, whimpering and whining slightly. Jean's breath coiled again as she saw the dog's sex organ glistening wetly between his legs. It excited her instantly and she moved toward him.
The animal's huge eyes were glittering like deep pools of instinct. Jean's heart pounded as she remembered what Marty Oberin had told her-"Now that you've let the dog fuck you once, he'll want to do it again. They know instinctively, the smell or something-it turns them on fast-You'll have to be careful or he might attack-" Seeing Ranger, Jean was surprised by the menacing look in the animal's eyes. It was as though she were a stranger, something he was after, instead of the dog's loving master. Slowly, she rolled to her belly and raised her ass, moving her legs and hunching down so she would be at the dog's level. The animal snarled and lunged at her, teeth bared and deep growls bubbling in his throat.
He scrambled onto her rump, clawing at her hips and ass with his long nails, raking her flesh and driving her wild. The hot slimy dick slithered on her ass, found the crevice, probed. She angled her cunt upward. The hot tip of the tool touched her and she caught the sob that erupted in her throat. Then the dog found his target and plunged the dagger of his lust into her vagina. The next instant, he was fucking into her with all the fury of age-old instinct. Saliva dripped onto her back, the claws ripped her skin, and the stabbing plunger of hot lust filled her cunt. Her entire body came into white heat like a bitch in season, she wanted him ... wanted to feel the quick rush of his hot animal load.
She didn't have to wait long. It spurted and spewed to fill her hole and dribble out along the hot wet lips of her cunt. She exploded in a paroxysm of pleasure that filled her every cell. Her nerve endings tingled and jangled in utter delight. She was still cumming when the dog backed off her and went whimpering to sit on the grass a few feet away. Jean collapsed in a moaning heap and hugged her belly.
The voice surprised her. "That was quite a show-real sexy fucking, baby-" She turned and saw Marty Oberin grinning down at her. The hard bulge at his crotch told her he had been watching for some time. She rolled lazily to her back, her tits flopping.
"Mmmmm, wow-" He began to unsnap and unzip his pants, dropping them to the grass while he skimmed his T-shirt over his head. Then he bent and pulled off the pants and his shoes in the same motion. Balancing on one leg, he yanked off one sock, then the other. Naked, he grinned at her again.
His prick was gorged with desire, standing out from the brush of dark tangled hair, aimed at her like a pistol ready to fire. She licked her lips.
"Yes ... I'm ready...."
"Come on down to the lake-we'll wash out the dog cum and I'll fuck you underwater-fill your cunt up again-you like that idea?"
She was crawling to her feet. "Yes, I like it very much-" She let him put his arm around her and grab a tit and squeeze it as they walked. She put her hand down and held the ramrod of his cock, enjoying its heat and the knowledge that the cold water would not discourage it. The two boys splashed and laughed, turned to watch the adults approach.
Davy murmured, "Jeez, look at the size of his dick!"
Tony's eyes glittered. "Hey, Pa, can we watch-?"
The man grinned. "Sure, come on. Not only can you watch, you can play too-Jean would like that, wouldn't you, baby?"
Dazed, Jean nodded. "Yes, I want you all-" She had them. They cleaned her out, the man filled her with his body, filled her with another hot fucking load of cum-man cum-then the boys used their hands to rinse her again, wash out her cunt, cool her flaming tissues with the cold lake water.
Back on the blanket, she lay with her head in Marty's lap, sucking his cock while the two boys examined and played with the rest of her body. She sighed contentedly. She would never again be lonely, she knew.
From the shade of a thick willow bush near the water's edge, Ranger whined and gave a low yip.
