Traumatic incidents in one's life have a way of hiding themselves once they are over. We tuck them away somewhere, in our past, in our unconscious memory, convincing ourselves they are gone, finished, forever uninfluencing. ...
But psychologists have refuted that theory for centuries, and often it has been the "meat" on which writers base a story or the development of a character. Liz Turner has done just that with Young Knights Well Spent. Here we have Mrs. Jane Reynauld, recent divorcee, a seemingly quiet, average woman in her thirties. She has moved to a small resort town in the state of Wisconsin, to fix up a little cottage and start a needlepoint shop. But there is something in Jane's past, one of those secret traumatic incidents which eats away at her consciousness until she is forced to come to terms with it, deal with it, and accept a new understanding of herself and her way of life-indeed, she will finally realize just why her wedding night had turned into such a shambles and why the divorce was inevitable.
Here we have such until-recently-taboo subjects as teenage rape, frigidity, a woman's awakening desire to make love to boys young enough to be her children. These are heavy, deep areas of interest, but Liz Turner is no psychologist, she doesn't preach-she leaves that up to the text books.
What she does do is present a simple story, with simple characters and insights into the deep special psychological problems and causes of those problems which affect the actions of her characters. She does what all good writers should do-she tells a good, interesting, moving story, with just enough "meat" to qualify the story as being important. It is a book you don't forget once you've closed the cover.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Jane Reynauld came to a slow stop at the toll booth on Interstate 94. She threw her coins into the hungry mouth of the booth and waited for the red light to change to green, revealing the words thank you.
You're welcome, Jane thought as she drove on through.
The weather was crisp and cool and Jane decided to leave her window rolled down to catch the breeze. She lit a cigarette, leaned back and felt herself relaxing more than she had done in quite some time. Of course, she always felt better behind the wheel of her white Gremlin X with the blue denim interior. It wasn't a luxury car by the standards of society, but everyone agreed it was Jane, and to her it was luxury beyond compare.
And in that same car, Jane always seemed to do her best and brightest thinking, which is what she was doing as she sped along.
This had been the first summer that she had found little time to enjoy her cottage by the lake, but now, as fall approached and before winter set in, she wanted a chance to climb into her old clothes, kick off her stylish shoes and just do nothing.
As she approached the sign showing the cut-off for Kenosha-Lake Geneva, she glanced at her watch. It was noon, and she would be there within the hour. She wondered if she should stop and do some grocery shopping, but decided against it. She was anxious to put the key in the door and close it behind her. She turned left onto Highway 50 and headed for Williams Bay-nestled between Lake Geneva and Fontana-in Wisconsin, the land of cheese and beer.
It had been quite a year since last summer and one that she wanted to forget, though she knew there would always be scars to remind her of the wounds she had received.
Jesus, she thought, what beauty! Highway 50 was a nature lover's delight-the trees were orange, green, red and yellow, the farms were ready for winter, with their harvested corn stalks and cows grazing contentedly, making Jane feel a trifle jealous of them. She knew that something in her life had ended, which meant that something new had to begin. And as she turned off of Highway 50, she knew the time had come.
* * *
Inside the cottage, Jane threw her purse on the coffee table, looked around the room, and then stretched out on the rattan couch. She felt good, alone in the room, the pain of the divorce behind her, and knowing she'd never again share these rooms with John. He was out of her life-for good this time!
She got off the couch and mixed herself a vodka gimlet, looking around at the welcome sight of the rooms. Put it out of your mind, Jane, it's over.
* * *
In the bedroom, she opened one of her suitcases and removed some old blue jeans and a flowered blouse. As she stepped out of her clothes, she glimpsed her body in the mirror and pleasantly noted that she still looked young and very attractive. She looked at her reflection, as most women do, and yet felt as though she was seeing herself for the first time. Her light blonde straight hair, covering the shape of her fair-skinned face and the fullness of her firm breasts under her lace bra, along with the rounded curves of her buttocks, that were outlined by the bikini panties she wore, made her all the more aware that she looked more like a young woman in her late teens, rather than her early thirties. She stepped into her comfortable clothes, shot another glance over her shoulder into the mirror, and walked back to the living room.
I'll have another drink, she thought, putting down the empty glass and mixing one more gimlet. She could feel herself relaxing more each minute, and she was looking forward to the next morning, when she could really start enjoying the cottage.
When Jane had first seen the cottage, one Sunday about five years before, she immediately fell in love with it. She and John had been visiting some friends at their summer home on Powers Lake, and while driving around, looking at the sights, they found the little white cottage with a small lake right outside their back door, and Jane prayed that nothing would go wrong to keep them from getting it. And as soon as John located the real estate agent and talked terms, Jane took up summer residence in Kenosha County, which to her was the most beautiful part of Wisconsin. John had been making the payments on the cottage, but now with the divorce, it was agreed that if Jane wanted to keep it, she would pay for it out of her alimony checks and a small needlepoint business in the city. And Jane was determined to keep her little sanctuary.
Every time she thought of John, she could feel her muscles tighten and form little knots, and she had to remind herself that it was really over and she was a free woman.
She didn't want to think about it and yet, somehow, her memory seemed to glide down the road of her past. Looking back, it was hard to believe that the marriage could have turned out so bad. She and John had felt that they were truly in love and the whole world belonged to them alone. She thought about the day they had eloped to Crown Point, Indiana, because they just couldn't wait any longer. They had wanted to be together.
Her mind drifted to their wedding night-a horror she hated to recall. Jane was in tears and John was enraged and angered. The following morning they talked it over and realized it had been "nerves." They felt the tension of the elopement that had caused the night to become a fiasco, and they told each other that each day would get better. Jane had one thought that raced through her mind, but she didn't want to tell John ... she didn't even want to admit it to herself ... she was frigid.
Her fingers held tightly to the near-empty glass, as she recalled all of these things. She cried to herself, just as she cried aloud to her husband many times before. I can't help it, it's not my fault! But soon they had to face the facts, and by that time it was too late. John's ego was brutally bruised by his rejected advances to his wife, and soon love gave way to hostility and resentment. After each session of unsuccessful lovemaking, his frustration would show and he would throw his misery back at her with words . . . words she could still recall vividly . . . frigid, cold bitch . . . stony woman .. . iceberg wife.
Jane wondered at times how she could stand it. Even now, just thinking about it, she wondered. She found herself losing weight and drinking more. To drown her sorrows, she told herself. As time went on, she refused to have John touch her, and soon he gave up trying. Their lack of lovemaking was affecting them both.
Even in her unhappiness, she was able to see how this marriage was affecting her young and vital husband. His work was suffering, and his confidence in himself was shattered. His patience finally ran out and he began having affairs with other women. This was the worst time for the young blonde wife. She didn't want to lose her husband, but his affairs began to bother her and he took no pains to conceal them from her or anyone. He started staying away overnight, and sometimes, his female friends would call him at home.
Every so often he would again turn to Jane and try to set things right between them, and at those times, she would close her eyes and try to will her body into accepting his advances. Her deception was obvious. John suggested she see a psychiatrist and even went so far as to set up appointments for her, but she refused to keep them.
Suddenly he was asking for a divorce ... he had found another woman. Jane thought about taking one more drink but decided against it. Right then, going to sleep sounded like the best idea, and tomorrow she would start over, not thinking about the past any more. The divorce had been a messy one filled with name-calling on both sides, and when it was over, she felt relief, but wondered if she had gained anything. Her husband was a broken man and Jane couldn't help hoping his new love would restore all his self-confidence and enthusiasm once more.
As for herself, she knew she would be okay. She had so many things to look forward to and she didn't intend to spoil any of them by getting involved again. She wanted to leave all that behind her. Right then all she wanted to do was relax and throw herself into her other interests and pursuits, and maybe even open another needlepoint business right there in Williams Bay.
Jane had become quite an independent person since John moved out, shortly before the divorce proceedings began. She found, during that time, a renewed pleasure in the every-day things she had taken for granted. She felt reborn and she had no intention of making a mess of things a second time. She was glad she had found out that marriage was not for her, while she still had most of her life ahead of her. Too many people found out after it was too late.
She often wondered why she was the kind of person she was. She wondered why the intimate side of marriage was so distasteful to her. Even John had tried to find out-without much success. Jane was sensitive and gifted, but self-insight was not one of her best attributes. Over the years of her married life, she had become accustomed to closing her eyes to anything she chose not to see. With all these thoughts in mind, Jane drifted off to sleep, pushing everything into the back of her mind, to be brought out again another day.
But this night, she slept fitfully, as she dreamt the same dream she had on many occasions... a dream that years before had really happened.
She saw herself coming home from a party-a typical teenage gathering of boys and girls. Jane felt very proud and quite grown-up, and particularly pleased because a special boy had paid so much attention to her. All of the girls liked Jimmy Kirk, including herself, so she was floating on a cloud when he had paid so much attention to her during the evening. She was the envy of everyone there. Jimmy was a fifteen-year-old's ideal-one year older, brown hair, good looks and piercing deep brown eyes. He was also the neighborhood rebel, always in bad company, and because the parents warned their daughters about him, it further enhanced his attraction. Jane knew that all eyes were on her that evening as Jimmy singled her out. After walking part-way with one of her girl friends, she continued on alone and was surprised to hear footsteps running behind her. She turned to see Jimmy, who wanted to walk her home. She could feel the same excitement she felt at the party when he had touched her and told her how pretty she was.
She heard a car driving slowly behind them and pulling up along side them, but she found no reason to worry, being with Jimmy. She recognized some of the rougher element in the neighborhood-Mike Davis, who was driving, a dropout at sixteen who was, for some reason, friendly with Jimmy, and Mark Vega and Tony Paige, two rough little guys.
Jane didn't care to ride home with them, but Jimmy kept insisting and Jane didn't want to do anything to displease him. Little did she know that would be a start of a nightmare to compare with no other, and even in her dream it became so real, it was as terrifying as when it first happened.
The boys had been drinking wine all night and they offered some to Jimmy, who accepted it gratefully. He tried to get Jane to drink some too. She was getting uncomfortable when she realized that Mike was not driving toward her house.
"Jimmy, please take me home!" Jane could feel her fears growing.
"Now take it easy, doll," he slurred, from the effects of the wine. "The night's young, baby. It's only beginning!"
This was a different Jimmy than she had seen at the party and he frightened her. Was this the boy that all the girls in the class were skipping heartbeats over? Was this the boy she had wanted her parents to meet, the boy she had wanted to kiss her, when they reached her front door? He didn't look like the same boy. His words were unintelligible and his rough fingers were painfully tangling her neat long hair.
"Hey, let's find another party," Mike said, with a strange grin on his face.
"Yeah, let's have our own special party!" Mark said, excitedly.
Everyone else seemed to understand what was meant by that, except Jane, and when she tried to protest, she found no one would listen. She couldn't jump out of the bashed-up Volkswagen, they were going too fast, and she was pushed in between Jimmy and Mark. Besides that, she had no idea where they were. Nothing looked familiar to her.
When they finally pulled to a stop after what seemed an eternity of driving, Jane looked around at the darkness. She was now a very frightened young girl, but didn't want them to know.
"Please tell me where we are," she cried.
"Can't you tell, baby, we're in Party Land, and we're gonna have a ball!" Mike laughed and the others joined in.
"Hey, what about me, can I have a ball, too?" That was Tony Paige, who sounded more than eager. Jane recognized Tony. He was considered a little slow, which was why he did so badly in school. But he was harmless, everyone said, and truthfully, no one paid much attention to him.
"Yeah, Tony, you too," Mike said and laughed. It was obvious he was the leader and the others were the followers, and Jane was frightened of him. He was eighteen and the oldest of the boys. She pulled herself together and faced him.
"Please, Mike, I'd like to go home now," she announced.
"Sure, when I get good and ready to take you home," he menaced her with his voice.
Jane turned to Jimmy. "Jimmy, please tell him I have to get home. My Mom'll...."
"You heard what my buddy said, didn't ya?" Jimmy didn't want to upset Mike in any way, and that was how Jane found herself in an old, broken-down, deserted cottage with four half-drunk teenagers.
The dream continued, like watching her life on a movie screen just as it had happened many years before, omitting not one detail....
The boys continued drinking wine, quickly, silently. Jane huddled miserably in a corner, trying to hide from their looks. The candles they had lit made them look even more distorted than they already did from the wine.
"Come on, when's this party starting?" Tony was all excited. Everyone looked at Mike for approval.
Mike proudly stood up, swaggering and swaying. "Why, right now, I guess," he said. To her horror, Jane saw him coming straight at her.
"Jimmy, Jimmy!" she called, trying to run over to the boy she had admired just a short while before. But Mike grabbed her roughly and before she could regain her senses, he was kissing her-his lips brutal and demanding on hers. It knocked the breath out of her and she knew she couldn't fight him off. He was much too strong for her and she could feel the fear rising up in her.
She could feel his hands rubbing harshly over her young breasts and she tried to break free, but to no avail. As she realized the position she was in, a new wave of fear engulfed her. She was alone, miles from anywhere, so far as she knew, with four drunken teenage boys, and no one at all to help her. She knew now that Jimmy was of no help, he was as bad as the others. She couldn't believe she was crazy enough to have been smooth-talked by him. His flattery and her enjoyment in seeing the envy of the other girls had brought her to that place this night.
"Bring her closer, so's we can all get a good look at her," Mark suggested, and his thoughts were echoed by Tony.
Jane was dragged over to where the other three were sitting. Her mouth felt tender and bruised and her arms ached from being held so tightly and forced back.
"Hey, Mike, let's see what she's got under those sexy blue jeans," Mark said, as he took another swig of wine.
"Please, Mike, let me go," her eyes implored him, begged and pleaded.
But he was not about to listen to anything but his buddies and their ideas. He was their leader and they looked up to him. He wasn't gonna disappoint them.
Jane felt her blue jeans being torn from her body, at the same time that her flowered blouse was being ripped away. She stood there trembling in her brassiere and panties, listening to the heavy breathing of the boys as they stared at her almost naked body. She couldn't look at them, especially Jimmy. He, too, was staring at her, his mind dazed with wine, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Mike started kissing her again, while he fumbled with the clasp of her brassiere, and soon that was lying on the floor, exposing her supple young breasts to the eyes of the young boys. Mike's fingers tightened around the trembling circles of her tits. She fought back the cries of pain, not wanting to anger the ruthless boy any more.
"Hey, let's see her pussy, Mike." Mark was anxious to get started.
"Yeah, let's get a look at it, and then let's have that ball we've been talking about!" Tony joined in, anxious to keep up with the other boys.
All hope drained out of Jane. She knew she'd be leaving the shack a much different person than when she had arrived. My God, how did this happen to me? Why can't this be a dream? What's gonna happen to me? What are they gonna do? Thoughts raced through her mind.
Mike's hands were clumsy and rough as they tore at her panties. He rolled them in a ball, and threw them toward the boys, like a bride throwing her bouquet. It was Jimmy who caught them. He held them up to his face sniffing, gently and tenderly. "Wow, what a souvenir!"
The other boys were standing around her as she was held helplessly by Mike's powerful arms. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her and humiliation engulfed her body and her brain. She wished she could die.
"Who's first?" Mark asked.
"Let's give the honor to Jimmy," Mike decided, " 'cause if not for him, we wouldn't be having this private little ball."
Jane felt a ray of hope. Maybe Jimmy would refuse, and then she'd be safe and they would all change their minds and take her home.
"Well, I.. .." Jimmy gulped and looked uneasy.
"Hey, ya chicken, or can't you get it up?" Mike said and sneered.
Jimmy didn't answer.
"Well, say something. If it's too much for you, we'll let a man do the job!" The older boy was jeering and offensive.
"Hey, Mike, I gotta hard-on!" Tony said excitedly, and even though she was repelled, Jane couldn't help looking at the bulge in the boy's pants.
"Hell, Tony's more of a man than you are, you yellow punk!" Mike spit out the words.
Jimmy turned to Mike. "Shut your fucking mouth! You've had your say. I can fuck her as good as any of you can. I was being nice. Thought maybe you wanted to go first."
"Why? Afraid to be the first?"
"Like hell I am. I'll show you who's afraid!" Suddenly, Jimmy was very aggressive. He reached out for Jane with a sudden roughness and she felt his tight grip around her. Strange, she thought, this was the moment she had been dreaming about being with Jimmy, kissing Jimmy, having Jimmy holding her. Only it wasn't quite the way she wanted it to be. Here she was totally naked, and he wasn't reaching out to give her an innocent kiss. She could feel the hardness of his stiff penis rubbing against her bare leg and she could see the shivers of lust coming from his body as his mouth ground against hers.
She could feel herself being pushed down onto the cold damp rug in the middle of the rundown cottage, miles away from anywhere, and she was watching Jimmy removing his pants.
"No, Jimmy, please don't," Jane begged and pleaded, her eyes filled with tears. He was too aroused with passion to even hear her pleas. He had to go through with it, or be branded a coward by the others. And to Jimmy, losing face with the boys would be a greater disaster than what he was about to do.
There was terror in the girl's eyes, as she saw his hard prick hovering between her legs. Roughly, he pulled her legs farther apart, catching a glimpse of the pink slit of her vagina cradled in a nest of blonde hair.
"Shit, guys, I can see her cunt," Tony gasped, expressing the same excitement they were all feeling.
"Okay, lover boy, ram it on home, Mike ordered, his eyes glued to the girl's body. He could feel his own cock throb stiffly beneath the material of his pants. He slid down the zipper and released it from its confines. While watching the girl, he started to rub the swollen length with his fingers.
In a mind-shattering daze, Jane could feel the bloated rod of Jimmy's flesh, shoving between her shaking thighs, and then....
"Nnnnnnoooooo . . . Gggggoooodddd, nnnnnoooooo!" Her whole body seemed to split in two as Jimmy forced his big hard dick into the tight opening of the virginal muff. The pain that raced through her body sent her brain whirling. She could vaguely hear the gasps of delight from the other boys as they stared at the wine-induced rape, and she could feel Jimmy's hands on her hips as he rammed the blood-swollen fuck shaft between her ripped cuntal lips. She could hear his moans of pleasure and somehow she felt that this was his first time too. And for Jane, worse was yet to come.
"Holy shit, what're you doing?" Mark was speaking, his voice filled with awe, his eyes on Mike who had moved closer to the girl and boy on the floor.
"I'm gonna give her a treat... a taste of my prick ... so she can see what a real cock's like!"
Jane heard the words but they didn't have any meaning, until she opened her eyes as something nudged at her mouth.
What she saw made her gasp and try to turn away, but she couldn't. "Oh, noooooo, please, God! NO!" She knew her words would do no good. A few inches from her face, and heading for her mouth, was a thick red cock-longer and thicker than the one which was busy between her legs.
"Open your mouth, baby ... wide," he ordered her.
"Please, Mike, no. Please," she pleaded.
"Open that fucking mouth, before I break your jaw!" he roared and Jane knew she had no choice but to comply. As the thick smelly hardness of the boy's cock filled her mouth, she felt herself nearly choking. She could feel it pushing against the back of her throat. Mike started to thrust it in and out between her lips and each time it felt thicker and longer.
"Suck it, you asshole, goddamn you! Suck my prick nice, and don't stop sucking till I tell you."
Her lips felt numb around the flesh between them. Her brain was reeling and she felt debased by all that was happening to her. And she felt beyond any physical feeling. There was nothing in her life to prepare her for what was now happening. She felt divorced from her body, as if she was standing back and watching another young blonde girl being tortured.
She could still hear the sighs and moans of the other two boys as her naked body was being mauled by two cocks, one up her cunt, and one in her mouth.
"Hey, what about us? Don't forget we're waiting!" Mark called out, while rubbing his big stiff cock.
"There's time enough for everyone," Mike assured him.
Suddenly Jane felt totally subhuman, numb and desensitized, and in a way that made her glad, because she no longer had to feel the pain and the mortifying shame of what was happening to her. She knew even at that moment, there would be plenty of time to feel the pain and shame long after that night.
Now a new feeling. She could feel Jimmy's hot young sperm emptying into her viciously raped pussy, and at the same time, Mike was emptying his endless load into her helpless mouth.
"God, my cum's going right down her throat," Mike gasped as he watched in disbelief. Jane could feel the burning of the hot sticky boy-juice as it flowed from the endlessly ejaculating cock down her throat, and she knew as long as she lived, both the taste and the sensation would not be forgotten.
She prayed this long night would be over, but those prayers were crushed immediately.
"Well, it's my turn now," Mark slurred, moving to the girl, his pants already down to his knees. Desperately she tried to cry out, to scream at the new horror awaiting her, seeing the trembling hard penis jutting above her. No words would come from her, she could only stare, her face frozen as Mark hunched down between her legs and, without warning, thrust the blood-engorged cock roughly up her raw, cum-flooded pussy.
"Hey, while you're doing that, I'm gonna put my prick in her mouth, like Mike did," Tony said happily, and no one argued with him.
And so it began again and again... the boys seemingly never getting tired as they continued to fuck her in every way they could think of. She felt like an animal in a cage being attacked by larger animals with no place to run. Her pussy was soaked from their cum, and from the virginal blood she had shed as their eager cocks tore into her pussy flesh. And again they ravaged her body.
After tormented hours, it finally seemed as though their appetites had been sated. Her body was encrusted with dried sperm and the odor of sex permeated the room. The boys hurried her into her blouse and blue jeans and bundled her into the car. The effects of the wine were starting to wear off and they rode back in silence, thinking now about the consequences.
Without a word, they left her off at her house and drove away. Every bone in her body ached and she felt completely demoralized. She dragged herself up the stairway, longing to be within the confines of her house-her own room....
* * *
Jane awoke, remembering everything quite vividly. Her mouth was dry, her skin soaked with perspiration. It took her a few moments to realize where she was. She felt as though she had actually gone through the whole ordeal again.
Relief raced through her when she realized she was at home in her little cottage, safe from the ravaging hands and bodies of the four horny young boys. She was no longer that teenage girl of years before. She sat up in bed, trying to relax. She got up and mixed another vodka gimlet and sat in bed, letting the memory slowly fade away.
But even fully awake, she thought of the aftermath of that night. When her mother discovered what had happened, she was shocked and called the police. Then came the hints of blame and insinuation. Why had she been in that car with four rough boys? Why hadn't she known what could happen? Her superficial friends gave descriptions of how she flirted with Jimmy at the party, leading him on.
People looked at her on the streets until she thought she would go crazy. Nobody seemed to understand, nobody tried to understand it wasn't her fault. They wouldn't believe her when she said she trusted Jimmy. Everybody felt that what happened was her fault.
Even her mother grew less sympathetic. The ordeal was not yet over for the young blonde girl. And worst of all, she was getting asked out for dates by boys who obviously wanted only one thing-to fuck her. She felt as though her life was in ruins.
But that's over now, she told herself. It's all over and I'm free of everything, including John. I'm free!
She had weathered rape and she had weathered a broken marriage. Soon after the rape, her family had moved away from that town and that made things easier for her, and now once again, she was going to a different town to forget something else.
She pushed down into her bed, feeling ready to sleep. The gimlet had helped ease the tension. The nightmare was over and she was wiping the slate clean to begin a new life.
But, still, she remembered the excitement of a teenager, even the rough boys who had raped her. She remembered what a teenage cock looked like, what it felt like. She remembered the wonder and awe she experienced each time she had "dirty thoughts" about the boys' dicks at school. She had never stopped having them; she had grown older but she was still thinking about boys in their teens. And the hard thumping cocks and heavy balls in their pants.
CHAPTER TWO
Early the next morning, Jane was surprised to wake up to the sound of the doorbell. She slipped out of bed and walked to the door in her nightgown, not stopping to put on a robe.
Two young teenage boys stood awkwardly on her doorstep as she answered the bell.
"Hi, we were hoping you might like some odd jobs done, seeing that this place's been closed for so long," the long-haired blond said anxiously. "My name's Marty and he's Bobby, and we really don't charge much and we do a good job, honestly."
"Well, now I don't know
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"We'd mow the lawn for you and clean up the grounds. It'd save you a lot of trouble," Marty went on and Jane could feel herself ready to give in. She had really planned to do all the chores herself, but looking at the lawn, she saw it was a mess, and if Marty and Bobby did the outside, she could concentrate on getting the inside all fixed. It seemed to make sense to her.
"Well, I guess I could do with some help now that you mention it. Maybe you two could mow the lawn and clean up the back yard."
The two boys looked at each other with delight and immediately began to make their way to the back yard. She told them where the lawnmower and garden tools were kept. Then she went back inside.
She put on some clothes and made a fresh pot of coffee. When it was ready, she sat sipping her coffee, thinking about beginning to live in the present with an eye to the future.
Looking out the window a few hours later, as she dusted the living room, Jane could see that the lawn was almost finished. It looked smooth and clean and she was glad she had decided to have the boys' help.
When the boys finished, she poured each one a Dr. Pepper. Though the weather was crisp, she could tell they had really been working hard. They were hot and perspiring.
"You boys did a good job," she praised them, as she took the money from her purse to pay them.
"Maybe we can come back later and do some more odd jobs," Marty sounded hopeful.
"Well, I don't really think.. .."
"Bobby's busy this afternoon, but I'm not, and your garage doors look like they could use a coat of paint. I'm great at painting, really I am."
"You're really anxious for work, aren't you?" Jane asked.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm saving money for college," Marty revealed.
"College? So soon? Why you're probably just fourteen right now!"
"No," Marty said, pulling himself up straight. "I'm fifteen already, but I need money for other things too." He blushed and looked down at the floor.
Bobby spoke up for the first time. "He's talking about girls and things like that."
"Oh, yes, I see," Jane finally said. "Well, I guess you're right about the garage doors. They could use a painting and I'm sure you could do a fine job. Could you come back this afternoon?"
Marty's face lit up and Jane was glad she had decided to let him come back. In all honesty, the doors of the garage were in bad shape and could use a coat of paint. She really hadn't planned to do them yet, but why not? He really didn't charge much, so she'd be crazy not to take advantage of it.
* * *
Marty was just finishing up the final corner of the door, when he heard Mrs. Reynauld calling him. The long-haired youth was glad he had listened to his friend and rang the bell on this house early in the morning. This was a small town and odd jobs were hard to find. Maybe if he had waited until later, the job would have been filled.
And Mrs. Reynauld was really nice. Most women would be standing over him, not trusting him to do the job he was being paid to do. But not her. She left him completely on his own, as if she trusted him implicitly and he liked that. It made him try to do a better job, to impress her.
Of course, he thought, it wouldn't be so bad to have someone like her standing over me. She sure was a great looker, not like some of the wrinkled faces he had worked for. He'd never have known she had been married and now divorced if he hadn't heard his mother and her bridge players talking about it the other day. She didn't look old enough to have been through so much. And she certainly had a nice figure, as her tight blue jeans revealed. It was even better than Connie Perz. Of course, Connie was only fourteen, a year younger than himself. Connie was one of the reasons he was working so hard. He wanted to take her out that weekend to a rock concert.
But he knew people were more impressed if he said he was saving money for college, so he always told them that. He found they were bound to give him work. If he said he wanted to spend it on a girl, they'd laugh and think he was foolish. And Connie was the kind of girl you had to spend money on to impress. Marty never would have thought he had a chance with her, if she hadn't told him specifically about the rock concert and that she wanted to see it. It was more than a hint, and he'd taken it and now he was glad because it looked as though he would have the money he needed and maybe a little extra.
He felt that Bobby might have spoiled it by telling Mrs. Reynauld what he really needed cash for, but she had laughed. This woman was really all right. Marty had struck it lucky.
He heard her calling him again, and he put down the roller and brush and hurried into the house.
"Hi, I went and got some supper ready for both of us. I hope you can stay," Jane said warmly. Her spirits were soaring today. The first day in the cottage had started out well and she was pleased with all that had been accomplished. The cottage was already showing signs of being lived in, and to celebrate, she had made a big pot full of spaghetti, knowing how teenage boys never could refuse it.
Marty thought about it. His mother wasn't expecting him for quite some time, and the thought of having supper with this beautiful woman was an idea he liked. His mother wouldn't notice if he didn't have much of an appetite when he got home. In fact, she would think it strange if Mrs. Reynauld didn't give him something to eat after he had finished working for her.
"Would you like to have some wine with the spaghetti?" Jane said as she brought out a bottle of Burgundy.
Marty nodded, happily. Jane felt it would make the first meal in this house a celebration, and for the first time in a long time, she felt a reason to celebrate.
Marty didn't refuse the glass she handed him. He wasn't allowed to drink anything at all, at home, but wine didn't really count. After all, he told himself, French people drink wine all the time, even as kids. And it wasn't as if he had never had a drink before. He and Bobby were sometimes able to get beer.
"Jesus, this spaghetti's fantastic," he said appreciatively, and he really meant it. He wasn't quite sure if it was the meal or if it was being there with the divorcee. It didn't matter which. He knew it was the best meal he ever had.
"Bobby will sure be sorry he missed this meal, Mrs. Reynauld," he pondered out loud.
"Please call me Jane, Marty. I feel so old when you address me by my last name."
"Anything you say, Mrs. Reyn-I mean, Jane."
After dinner, she brought out two slices of apple pie and Marty felt on top of the world. It was his favorite pie. He could never get enough of it. But he was more excited that she had told him to call her by her first name!
Wait until Bobby hears about this! He'll never believe me anyhow. If she was that friendly, she would probably let him come over and do more odd jobs around the house. He no longer remembered that Connie had been his real reason for looking for extra money. Suddenly, his only reason for being there was Jane. He wanted to be there again, to have spaghetti and apple pie.
"C'mon, Marty, let's finish this off," she said, pouring the Burgundy into his glass. It had been a half bottle when they started, and now it was all gone. Jane didn't care. She felt happy and relaxed for the first time in ages. Did that mean she was really free at last-free of John and the memories of the past that often shocked her? It might just mean that.. ..
Marty knew he shouldn't take the second glass of wine, but he felt like having it, so he just didn't refuse. He was having a great time with Jane and it would be bad manners to refuse. He felt light headed and pleasantly dizzy, and he grinned foolishly each time he looked across the table at the silky blonde-haired woman.
God, he's good looking, Jane thought as she gazed at the young boy. One day soon, he'll be a real Don Juan!
"Go in the living room, Marty, and I'll bring in some coffee," she said at length, after they had finished the wine.
When Marty stood up on his feet, he was surprised to find he was very wobbly. His steps were hesitant and rubbery. He had to put out his hand to steady himself and he was relieved when he finally got to the sofa. Boy, he'd need that coffee just to clear his head. . . .
Oh well, the next night he would take Connie to the movies. Of course on short notice, she might be busy, but if his luck held out, she'd be free and more important, willing to go with him. That would be great. He could hardly wait. He'd hold her hand, and if she didn't object, he'd put his arm around her shoulder. Maybe by the second feature, he could kiss her. She might want him to. Ever since he first became aware of Connie, he thought of her. He felt shivers running down his spine, thinking what it would be like. Her soft and yielding lips under his-and if she didn't mind, he'd put his tongue right into her mouth. Boy, the thought of it. . ..
Jane came in with the coffee. Marty sure needed it, between all the wine and thinking about Connie. But it was hard to think of a kid like Connie with a woman like Jane sitting right beside him on the sofa. And those tits! God, they looked so big and soft and round ... he was sure they'd be fabulous to squeeze and pet.
Jane was aware of Marty's intense looks and she felt herself blushing, as she shifted uncomfortably on the couch. She felt his eyes boring through her body as if he was undressing her. But he couldn't be thinking of those things-he was much too young . .. wasn't he?
Marty looked up and saw Jane watching him. His face turned white and a shiver of apprehension ran through him. Was she going to get mad at him? She knew he was staring at her tits .. . what must she be thinking?
"Uh, do you ... I mean, would you have any more work for me to do?" he blurted out, for lack of anything else to say.
"I'm not really sure, but why don't you come back next Saturday if you're free and we'll see if there isn't something else you can do. After all, we can't let that college fund get too low!"
He felt a surge of relief. She didn't mind. She really liked him and was even making a joke about the money. Boy, was he lucky. He'd hate it if she got mad at him and didn't want him around any more. All the Connies in the world wouldn't make up for not seeing Jane any more.
"Have you a date tonight?" she inquired, sipping her coffee. "Or don't you have a special girl?"
Marty could feel himself blushing.
"No, no date tonight, but, well. .. maybe tomorrow."
"Oh, you do have a special girl. Is she pretty?" "Not as pretty as you." Marty couldn't stop the words.
As soon as he had said it, he was sorry. Jane smiled. In fact, she seemed very pleased by the compliment. And the thought of her being pleased made him do what he did next. Without thinking, the wine-dazed boy reached over and wrapped his arms around the woman.
Slowly he moved his head closer to hers and then his lips met her full ripe mouth. A shiver of convulsive pleasure rippled through him as he touched her softly yielding lips. His head began to spin as the new happiness surged through him. Suddenly he realized she wasn't pushing him away.
Jane was just as dazed by all that happened. Her first impulse was to push the passionate boy away, but somehow she didn't. She too, was dazed from the effects of the wine and she allowed herself to be held in his embrace. Jane could feel her body melting against his as he continued to kiss her. What harm can it do, she told herself, innocently kissing a boy half my age?
But Jane knew there was nothing innocent in the way his tongue slipped between her teeth, and it wasn't harmless when her tongue rose up and began to play with his. A thrill of suppressed pleasure ran through her belly and she found herself surrendering to the teenager's persuasive caresses.
She hadn't felt that way in a long time. She felt protected and in no way threatened, and at the same time particles of forbidden arousal curled around inside her love-starved body. She wanted to cast caution to the wind and abandon herself completely to whatever happened. She might have obeyed her impulse if Marty suddenly hadn't allowed his hands to stray to her firm, full breasts.
The boy's heart was in his mouth as he felt the precious mound beneath his hands and he couldn't stop himself from squeezing and fondling the firmly pliant breast flesh. He was actually stroking her breasts! He knew this was crazy, he knew he should stop ... it wasn't even right to try, but he couldn't help himself. Especially when he felt the hard nipples like stiffened buds under his fingers.
For a long time, Jane allowed his hands to roam freely over her pounding breasts while her brain was immersed in horrible memories of other hands, other caresses, other teenage boys. A shudder spasmed through her and, summoning her strength, she pushed the boy away.
"I think you'd better leave now," she said coldly, pushing down her sweater.
Marty's face was blushing red and, with his eyes downcast, he muttered something and hurried out of the room. Jane sat motionless on the couch, trying to quiet her thoughts. Then, when she heard the front door slam and realized that Marty had left, she inexplicably burst into tears.
CHAPTER THREE
Marty Anthony was feeling really miserable. He sat in the booth of the drug store, facing Bobby glumly. He picked away at his ice cream soda, not caring for the moment that it had cost him precious hard-earned money. Connie had told him she wouldn't go to the concert with him the next night, and probably not even next week. She was wrapped up in Peter Rein, a member of the junior football team. She had no time for Marty. And after what had happened with Mrs. Reynauld, Marty was ready to give the whole thing up. He felt he had made a mistake in kissing her the way he did, and then he had to go and make it worse by playing with her tits. He was certain he must have been out of his mind to do those things, and he'll never forget his humiliation and embarrassment at being told to leave the house.
"Hey, pal, quit worrying about Connie. She's a typical broad ... no damn good. She's not worth it," Bobby consoled his friend. He was getting bored with Marty's preoccupation.
"Connie? Who's worrying about her? I've already forgotten Connie, the stupid bitch. It's Jane I'm thinking about now."
"Jane! Who the hell is Jane?"
"Jane. Mrs. Reynauld, that's who, stupid!"
Bobby stared at his friend in disbelief.
"Why should you worry about Jane?" Bobby asked.
"Because of what happened!" Marty let the words slip before he could stop himself. And he really wasn't sure he wanted to keep this secret to himself. He felt his ego needed a boost and this was certainly the way to boost it.
"What happened?" Bobby was all ears now. And to prove what a friend and confidant he was, he called the waitress and ordered two Cokes.
"Well," started Marty, "I don't know if I should tell you or not. It's really between Jane and me."
"Jane? You call her JANE?"
"Oh sure, she wants me to call her that!"
"Hey, come on, what happened?"
"Well, maybe I'd better not talk about it." Marty was being very cagey.
Bobby was getting slightly irritated but he knew his friend well and knew how to get around him.
"Ha, nothing happened, I just know it. You were just saying that to arouse my curiosity."
Marty could feel himself turning red. It was bad enough that the whole thing happened and now to have his best friend call him a liar . .. that was too much.
"Listen, you asshole, I said something happened and I meant it!"
"Okay then, tell me what happened, if something did, or are you-?"
"Listen, big mouth, I'll tell you just to shut you up." Marty still wasn't sure he should tell, and yet he really wanted to.
The Cokes were put in front of them and Bobby paid the girl, then leaned confidentially across the table.
"Okay, shoot, I'm ready to listen."
"Yeah, but don't tell anyone else. I went back to the house to paint the garage, like I said. When I finished, she called me in for supper. We even had some wine and that was when she asked me to call her Jane." He stopped for a minute to sip his Coke and think back.
"Is that all?" Bobby asked, disappointed. "Shut up for a minute and I'll tell you." Marty could feel his anger rising.
"Yeah, okay, take it easy," Bobby soothed his friend carefully. He could see that Marty was all riled up about something and he knew it wasn't Connie's refusal to date him.
"Then while we were sitting on the sofa ... I put. .. my arms around her and kissed her!" His voice dropped to a dramatic whisper and Bobby stared at him open-mouthed. "You're kidding!" he gasped. "Does that sound like kidding? And not only that, but I kissed her . . . well you know . . . with my tongue-the French way!"
"FRENCH KISSED! Wow, what did she say?" "Say? She couldn't say anything. She was busy kissing me back!"
Marty saw that Bobby was staring at him with obvious admiration tinged with envy. He knew his friend was telling the truth, but he didn't understand how such a thing had come about. "How come she let you kiss her?" Marty felt a touch of anger at Bobby's question. He felt the whole thing had happened because of the wine, but he would really have rather believed it was because of a mutual surge of passion.
"Because she likes me, ya dumb asshole. Isn't that obvious enough for even you," he retorted, trying to believe it himself.
"What happened then?"
Marty was getting irritated. He wanted his friend to be impressed by the fact that he had kissed the beautiful woman not to even think of anything else happening.
"Oh, just the usual."
"Usual!? What's the usual?"
"God, you're a dumb asshole. Don't you know what happens after you start kissing?"
"No, tell me!" Bobby answered.
"You really need everything spelled out for you, right? I've got a good mind not to tell you any more."
"Well, you're the guy with the experience. At least clue me in." Marty liked Bobby's appeal. He knew his friend didn't date much, that he was a little shy and even though he knew he wasn't entirely innocent, still Marty was flattered.
"Well, then I squeezed her tits and played with them!"
"With no brassiere on?"
"No, 'cause we didn't have time for that!"
"And then what?"
Marty hesitated at this point. He could tell the truth about what happened. He could tell how Jane got angry and told him to leave. But that would spoil this moment for him.
"Well, then I touched her. ..."
"You .. . you really touched her pussy?"
"Yeah, her pussy." Marty was surprised at how easy the lie was becoming.
'Tell me what it felt like, huh?" Now Bobby was very impressed and looking at his friend with a new admiration.
"It was soft and wet, you know."
"Wow, that must've been something. Then what?"
"Then we had to stop," Marty explained. "She was expecting company and I had to leave."
Bobby accepted that easily.
"It's a fucking shame you had to go. You might not have that chance again in a million years."
Marty rose to the bait.
"What d'ya mean? I can go there any time I want and take up right where I left off!"
"Are you kidding?"
"I told you before, I mean what I say."
"You could even go there right now? Could you go there right now and fuck her!?"
Marty couldn't stop himself. He was being swept into this fantasy and he couldn't draw back.
"Sure, any time!
Bobby leaned across the table. "Okay then, let's go there now. You can do it to her and I'll watch!"
Marty's first reaction was to tell Bobby he was crazy, but he held back. After all, he had led his friend to almost believe he was the woman's lover. He couldn't retract now.
"Didn't I say she was expecting company?"
"Yeah, but maybe they left. C'mon let's go there. We've nothing to lose anyhow."
"Marty's heart was racing. He had put his big fat foot in his mouth. Why can't I keep my trap shut? Why did I have to lie like that?
"The whole idea's stupid and a waste of time. She's got company!"
"Maybe you're scared to go over there!" Bobby taunted him and Marty could feel the anger. He felt like punching his friend in the jaw.
"All right, fucking smart ass, we'll go over. But remember I told you, it's a stupid waste of time."
"Then again, maybe it won't be," Bobby insisted, "and then you'll get a chance to fuck her good. If I had that chance, I'd jump at it."
So would I, Marty thought miserably as he followed his friend in the direction of the woman's cottage.
* * *
Jane was measuring the vodka into a glass to make another gimlet. This is the last one tonight, she told herself. It was her fourth already, but she couldn't help herself. Since the incident with Marty earlier, she had been on edge and very nervous. It was only hours ago, but it felt like days. And then to cap it all, Larry Simon had called. He worked at the real estate office where she had bought the cottage and he seemed to think, since her divorce, she could be fair game for his attentions. He had thought so even before the divorce. She tried to let him know she wasn't interested, but he wouldn't give up. He had badgered her on the phone that night to take her out, and she had managed to put him off by agreeing to go out for a drive with him the next night.
She didn't really want to, but there was no other way out. He just wouldn't take no for an answer, and she knew no other way to get rid of him. But the evening would be the first and last date with him. There was no doubt of that.
She knew she" was depressed and she tried to chalk it up to loneliness after a full day in the cottage alone. Or maybe it was even a hangover from that terrifying nightmare. Whatever the reason, she was unable to shake the feeling of misery and unhappiness. And even more surprising, she couldn't stop thinking about Marty. He had seemed so nice and harmless. She couldn't understand what had made him change so suddenly. She didn't know what made him start kissing her. Was it the wine? It certainly wasn't anything she had said or done. She certainly hadn't given him any indication at all that she was the kind of woman who would submit to his kisses and caresses, this teenage schoolboy. But she might as well face facts... she had submitted. She had allowed him to kiss and embrace her. And she had even enjoyed it. She had even allowed him to fondle her tits, while she was temporarily out of her senses.
She took another swallow of her drink as she wondered what came over her. Why did I allow myself to submit to a boy half my age? she wondered. Her mind refused to find an answer and her brain felt muddled. Between the wine at dinner and the gimlets, it was too much for her, and she decided on an early night. That would clear her head and, in the morning, she would see things in their proper perspective.
She turned off all the lights except the small one next to the bed, hoping she could just lie there quietly and then turn off the light just as she felt ready to drift off.
She quickly stripped off her clothes and, when she was naked, she put on a long nightgown and lay back on the bed, breathing in the cool night air coming in from the half-open window. It was so quiet and peaceful-definitely soothing for her troubled thoughts. Tomorrow, she would really start afresh, maybe even get some painting done in the little cottage. And in the coming week, she would look around for an empty little store to house her needlepoint business.
And if Marty showed up to do any work for her, she'd just send him on his way. It wasn't very likely he'd even come over again, after what happened. But one never knew and it was best to be prepared and decide beforehand what had to be done. It was better if they had nothing to do with each other after the episode of that afternoon. It wasn't that she didn't trust herself-it was just that he might start getting ideas again. And that would never do.
She stretched out on the soft bed, pushing her toes down as far as she could, trying to infuse her dull brain with life. Part of her brain felt dazed and sluggish and yet another part of it teemed with tingling sensations. She ran her hands down her smooth, fabric-covered sides and brought them up again to cup the full hard mounds of her lush firm breasts. A quiver of excitement ran through her belly as she thought about the boy's touch on her tits earlier in the day. Her nipples had been startled into sudden life in the few seconds before she pushed his hands away, and even at the thought of it, they were hardening once again. She felt them tighten under the touch of her fingers. Her lips began to burn suddenly as if Marty's mouth was still pressed down on them, and, at the same time, her blood began to race through her veins.
What's happening to me? she thought confusedly. I've had too much to drink today. But she knew that something else was causing the flames burning irritatingly at her insides, making her tremble with suppressed sensations. Her hands were still playing lightly up and down her quivering body and the feelings that were rushing around inside of her seemed to be getting stronger with each passing second. She felt warm all over and suddenly her mouth was dry. She wanted to get up and have a glass of water, but she couldn't convince her body to obey her.
Her nightgown seemed to be clinging to her body in wet patches and, without hesitation, she pulled it off. The cool night air felt refreshing around her heated skin and she spread her shapely legs and raised her arms to let the air permeate her entire body.
But after a few moments of bliss, the suffocating feeling began again. Oh, God, what's happening to me? she wondered. Why can't I fall asleep? She wasn't afraid of her nightmare again, because that only happened occasionally. No, there were other reasons for her insomnia. The liquor should have sent her right off to sleep, she reasoned, but other, more sinister feelings were keeping her awake.
Again her hands reached up and cupped the throbbing mounds of her heaving tits and she experienced a curious relief as she began to instinctively knead them. The blood-hardened nipples seemed to strain into her palms and a rush of pleasurable warmth swept over her lewdly incited nerve endings. Automatically, she dropped her hands and let them slide down the sinuous length of her naked body until they brushed fleetingly against the blonde triangle of her hair-hidden vagina. A shock of sensation shot through her and, as if drawn by a magnet, her right hand slid back to the enticing spot. A low, deep moan escaped her lips as she trailed her fingers along the burning surface of her moistly awakening pussy furrow. Oh, Jesus, I can't stop myself... it was as if some other force was guiding her hand and making her stroke and caress her pussy. There was no denying that she derived a strange relief from touching the warm, seething vagina and nothing could make her pull her hand away.
Slowly, she parted the cream-white thighs, her breath coming in gasps and gulps. She felt a rush of air on her hotly churning cunt and, with less than a moment's hesitation, she thrust her finger into the outer folds of her wet, quivering pussy. She couldn't help moaning aloud from the incredible sensations which raced through her aroused womb as she continued to titillate her swollen, hair-flanged fuck flesh. Pushing her finger deeper up into the secret creases and recesses of her hot, wet vagina, the reasons for restlessness and depression were beginning to penetrate her drink-confused brain.
Her body had been denied love in any form for so long that it barely knew how to respond any longer-except on occasions such as that. But the boy's tender embraces and passionate yet youthful kiss had awakened desires in her that she was sure were long dead. But obviously they were just dormant, and now she was left to cope with sensations which were new and almost frightening to her.
She spread her trembling thighs as far apart as she could, revealing the entire moist slit of her very-aroused vagina, opening it to the rampage of her questioning fingers.
* * *
"Hey, look, there's no light!" Bobby said with bated breath. That meant there was no company, but it also probably meant that the beautiful woman was in bed.
Relief flooded through Marty like a deluge of water. He didn't know what he would have done if she was still awake, and alone. He couldn't go through with the bravado he had assumed in the drug store. He would have to confess that he had lied to his buddy and that would leave him in disgrace. Yes, Marty considered that he had gotten a lucky escape.
"C'mon, let's make sure she's in bed. Maybe she's gone out and won't be back till later."
Marty agreed. He felt safe now and he was in a good mood-good enough to try anything. Well, almost anything. They moved closer to the cottage which was in total quiet and Marty led the way to what he knew was the bedroom.
"Hey, there's a small light in there!" Bobby said excitedly.
A surge of many feelings ran through the long-haired boy. Maybe she was still awake .. . and maybe he wasn't safe yet! Or maybe,, just maybe, she was in that bedroom with someone! That thought sent his heart thudding down to the ground, and he thought if she was in there with another man, he'd go clear out of his mind.
Bobby had already reached the window and was carefully peering in. With a strange look on his face, he motioned to his friend excitedly, to join him.
"Quick, Marty, get a load of this!"
With his heart beating wildly, Marty moved up to the bedroom window. He didn't know what he'd see and he didn't even know if he wanted to look at all. But he forced himself to. It was all part of this stupid game they were playing.
He peered through the window, trembling with apprehension.
"Wow, Jesus! Holy fuck!" He couldn't help gasping as he stared in disbelief. There was Jane, stretched out on the bed stark naked.
"Look, Marty, she's playing with herself!" Bobby's eyes were bulging out and his voice was breaking with excitement at the unexpected sight. He was right! Marty could see the slender finger probing frantically at the soft pink folds of her moist, glistening cunt. He could see the light triangle of the pubic mound and just below it, the gleaming furrow of her pussy. He could hardly believe his eyes. His gaze traveled up the length of her magnificent cream-white body until it came to the matching peaks of her full breasts. The turgid knobs of her nipples stood erect and the swelling white mounds themselves were palpitating with obvious arousal.
"Wow, isn't she something?" Bobby breathed, his eyes like two coals in the dark. Marty felt resentment that his friend was seeing her naked, but he reasoned that if it wasn't for Bobby, he wouldn't be there either. After what had happened at dinner, he couldn't help thinking of the blonde woman as his property, even though he knew that was crazy. Well, at least there wasn't another guy with her!
Her whole body was twisting and flailing as Jane drove her wildly thrusting fingers up into the wet, throbbing folds of her hungry vagina, circling the clasping hole of her release-craving cunt. She reached up and squeezed the burgeoning bud of her taut little clitoris, sending spasms of agonizing sensations cavorting throughout her sensitized body.
''Aaaaahhhhhh, mmmmmnnnn . . . ooohhhhh.. .." the overwrought blonde cried helplessly, her brain spinning with pleasure, her voice uncontrolled and abandoned. She was grinding her firm buttocks into the bed as her fingers drew ever nearer to the enticing circle of her warmly grasping pussy.
Outside in the dark, Marty and Bobby were hypnotized by the scene they were witnessing. They didn't speak to each other and their attention was riveted solely on the quivering body of the lovely woman on the bed. Marty could clearly see her blood-swollen cuntlips as they throbbed around her moving fingers and he could barely glimpse the forbidden hole of her vagina. He was warm all over and he found his hips jerking in rhythm with the thrust of her fingers.
Jane had reached a peak of passion. She was completely abandoned to her lustful manipulation. She didn't care about anything but her wild desires. Her fingertips grazed the edges of her throbbing cunt, and suddenly, without hesitation, she rammed them right up the passage of the openly receptive vagina.
"Ahhhhhh ... aaagggghhhh .. . ooohhhhh...." she moaned as two fingers slid into the warm cock crevice, feeling the strong walls closing in on them as they glided up into the greedy dick-draining depths.
"Shit, she's got her fingers right up into her cunt!" Marty breathed, hardly daring to believe the evidence of his eyes. Jane's moans of pleasure had sent a chill of arousal running down his spine and it was all he could do to stop himself from rushing in there and throwing himself on top of her beautiful body.
"Now look at her go!" Bobby said, just as aroused as his friend. His prick was stiff and throbbing against his leg, but he tried to ignore it. He didn't want anything to detract from the incredible sight he was watching and he was half afraid that if he looked away, the spell would be broken and the sight would disappear.
Jane hadn't been this aroused in a long time. Her entire body was afire and she was writhing on the bed uncontrollably in insane passion. Every inch of her squirming skin was hot and she thought of nothing but sex. Her vaginal walls were convulsively milking her fingers as they thrust desperately up her aroused cunt. Her asscheeks were flaring and clenching wildly on the bed and her back was arched up almost painfully. At the same time, she was aware of the crazy jiggling of her tits and the nipples so stiff and tight that they were ready to burst.
Oh, God, it was crazy, wrong and perverted-what she was doing, but she couldn't help it and couldn't stop. If it hadn't been for that teenage boy kissing and embracing her, none of this would be happening. And if she had the strength to push him away right then, none of this would have happened. But she hadn't done what she should, and now she couldn't help herself. She had to get relief somehow....
Pressure was building up inside of her fire-raged body and she had the sensation that she would explode at any minute. She continued to ram the two moist fingers far up into the accepting vagina while her knuckles lustfully titillated the bud of her tense little clitoris. She couldn't last much longer, because the sensations were threatening to overcome her and she would soon be weak and helpless.
"Ooohhhh... God! Ooohhhhh!" she cried suddenly as her body stiffened almost unbearably. She was quivering all over. She was crashing her trembling buttocks down on the bed while her strong interior muscles were pulling and sucking at her obscenely imprisoned fingers.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh . . . oooooohhhhhh . .. mmmmmnnnn...." she sobbed over and over, completely at the mercy of the passion which controlled her.
Marty's eyes continued to bulge as he stared into the room. She was cumming... from her own masturbation. He knew guys did it. Shit, he did it himself and so did Bobby. But he never knew girls could do it as well. And wow, she went just as crazy as he did when he jacked off, maybe even more so.
He thought she'd jerk herself right off the bed, the way she bounced around. And the moans nearly made him shoot his rocks off right then and there. He stole a look at Bobby and, by the bulge of his cock in his pants, he knew he had quite a hard-on. Boy, was he glad he came there. Otherwise he would have missed all the show. And if Bobby had come alone, Marty never would have forgiven him. This was certainly much better than a date with Connie Perz.
At last the tremblings in her body subsided and Jane felt normalcy returning. Slowly and carefully, she withdrew her fingers from her wet cunt and was aware of a feeling of gnawing emptiness. She lay there quietly, getting her breath back. In a few moments, she would put on her nightgown and go to sleep. In the morning. .. well, things would look different then.
Strangely, she wasn't overcome with feelings of guilt and self-disgust the way she usually was when she succumbed to temptation and finger-fucked herself. She just felt relieved and less troubled than she had earlier. The cleansing pleasure of her orgasm had washed away her worries and fears and she felt fairly untroubled. Of course, she wouldn't do it again. The only reason she let it happen this time was the feelings that the boy had awakened in her. She would make sure that wouldn't happen again.
It was over and Marty and Bobby moved silently from the window. Neither spoke. They had their own thoughts. Marty was trying to suppress a hard-on, because he didn't want to jerk off in front of Bobby. And he figured Bobby felt the same way.
The teenage boy felt he would never forget what he had seen tonight. It was etched on his brain forever. But he also knew there was no one in the whole world like Mrs. Reynauld. Nobody could compare with her, not even Connie. He hoped he could still go and do odd jobs for her... and maybe a few other things.
CHAPTER FOUR
Marty still hadn't decided whether or not he should go back and see Mrs. Reynauld. Automatically the following afternoon, he found himself heading toward the little house. He hadn't seen Bobby since they had silently left together the night before. After watching the masturbation scene, they didn't have much to say to each other.
Marty had found sleep difficult the night before and had spent hours tossing and turning, his brain throbbing with the image of the lovely divorcee trembling and writhing in self-induced lust. He had sort of hoped to see Bobby this morning so they could talk over what they had seen. But his friend wasn't around and that is probably what made him subconsciously decide to go visit the blonde woman.
He was afraid she wouldn't want to see him. Maybe she'd close the door in his face-tell him she didn't want him around any more after him kissing her the day before. But maybe, he thought, he would hint at what he had seen last night.. . that should change her mind. Then again, he was doubtful about trying that, he could land himself in trouble for trespassing and being a Peeping Tom.
He reached the cottage and, before he could hesitate, the young boy mustered his courage and rang the bell.
Jane heard the bell and thought it might be Larry Simon. She was so relieved to find it wasn't, she forgot her resolutions of yesterday and ushered Marty into the cottage. The relief the woman had experienced from her orgasm the previous night seemed to restore her equilibrium, and her sleep had been deep and untroubled. This morning she was full of pep and ready to face the world again. The only cloud in sight was her reluctant date with Simon, but she intended to make that short-lived, and then she could really start looking forward to the future.
She was even able to look at Marty with total composure. After all, the events of yesterday had been nothing more than a schoolboy's prank, and he had gotten carried away. And she had to admit, she did too. It would be crazy to send him away now when he had been so useful around the little house. All morning she had been making a mental list of things he could do. She liked the idea of having the sweet boy around to help her.
"I'm afraid I've got nothing for you today, Marty," she said. "And I have to go out in an hour or so."
"Well, I just. .. ."
"Sit down anyhow. I was gonna have a bite to eat. Can I fix you one too?"
Marty nodded happily, thrilled with the reception he was getting. And to think he'd been worried about coming here. But he'd better not try anything this time, he warned himself. That would be pushing his luck too far. He was happy just being near her and knowing she didn't hate him after all for what had happened.
Jane returned with a sandwich for each of them. She also had a tall glass of beer for each.
"I guess you're old enough for beer now and then, huh, Marty?"
The young boy was speechless with contentment. She was treating him as if he was a man, and it certainly felt good.
"This sandwich is good, Jane," he said excitedly, throwing glances at her shapely figure. She was wearing a cool summer dress, the first time he'd seen her in one, and he couldn't help but notice how shapely her legs were. Watching through the window last night, he hadn't gotten around to noticing her legs.
"Maybe you could come back tomorrow after school, if you're not too busy," she suggested casually. "There are some things you could do for me."
"Sure, Jane, I'd be glad to," he readily agreed, gulping down the cold beer.
"Say, don't you have a date tonight?"
"No," Marty said, shaking his head at the same time. "That fell through, and besides, I'm not really interested in her any more."
"Well* I have a date, and truthfully, I'm sorry I do. But there's no way out of it. Larry just won't take no for an answer."
"Larry? Not Larry Simon?"
"Yes, I'm sure you know him. I think everyone does."
Marty could feel the pangs of anger tighten up in his stomach. He wanted to smash Simon in the face. He wanted to wipe away his leering grin with a sock in the jaw. Unreasoning jealousy raced through the boy and filled him with teenage rage.
"Why not tell him you just can't make it?" he suggested bluntly.
"God no, I tried everything, but it was no use. He's determined to take me out on a date!" . "I'll bet!" Marty muttered under his breath.
"Another beer?" she smiled at the boy.
He nodded his head.
"And then you'll have to go!" She went into the kitchen.
Marty felt good that he had at least gotten to see her. But he thought about Larry Simon and their date. He couldn't understand why she was going out with that bastard. Everyone knew he was a sex maniac, as they fondly referred to him. He wondered if he should warn Jane.
Jane returned and handed him the beer.
"Hey, why so glum and sad .. . ?"
"Oh, nothing, just thinking about Simon. Maybe you shouldn't go out with him. He has such a lousy reputation, if you didn't know."
She nodded her head to show she knew. She didn't seem to be worried or to care. . "Don't worry about me, Marty. I can take care of myself!"
The woman was touched by the boy's concern. It felt good to have someone, even this young boy, concerned about her. It made her feel she wasn't quite so alone in the world.
"Listen, I hate to rush you, but you'd better leave soon. Larry said he'd be by about five."
"Yeah, okay, I'm going," Marty said. He didn't like being pushed out of the way for someone like Larry. He had a good mind to stay right where he was until the older man arrived. Maybe if he saw Marty, he'd change his mind about taking Jane out.
The beer was making him a bit belligerent and he could only think of his jealousy of the older man. Then he looked up at Jane. She looked so radiant all made up for her date. Her long hair framed her face and her dress was a soothing shade of blue which suited her exactly. Once again, the fiery teenager couldn't help himself.
"Jane, I.. .." he began, then suddenly swept her in his arms, crushing his mouth against hers. For a moment she stiffened and her disapproval was obvious. But he ignored her first reaction and kept on kissing her full, luscious lips. After a few moments, he felt her body relax in his arms and then, like a dream, she began to respond to the kiss. Her tongue actually slipped between his teeth and now she was kissing him in the same wild fantastic way. His hands slipped down and grabbed the firm voluptuous breasts and this time, she didn't object. He felt her nipples stiffen with obscene desire against his palms and he longed to release them from the bra so he could feel them unencumbered.
Marty could hardly believe it was happening this way. Jane didn't seem to mind his kiss this time-in fact, she seemed very much to like it and want it to continue. It was fantastic, sitting there like that, kissing and touching the woman-he wanted it to go on forever. Carefully, he dropped one hand to brush against her thigh and he heard her gasp softly with pleasure. This made him feel bolder and he began to slide his hand up and down the smooth upper leg.
Jane knew what she was doing was madness, but that didn't stop her from allowing the boy to kiss and caress her. She knew it was wrong to encourage him, but somehow she couldn't help herself. Heaven knows she didn't want it to happen. She had sworn only yesterday that it wouldn't. She had promised herself to have nothing more to do with the young teenager. But there she was, locked in a passionate embrace with him, allowing him to run his hands all over her trembling, responding body. She wanted to stop him, to push him away from her, but somehow she didn't... or couldn't.
Marty was shaking all over and his breath was coming in rapid pants. His hand had worked its way beneath the dress and was inching upward on the surface of her thigh. He could hardly believe this was happening. It was a dream, it just had to be. And he didn't want to wake up.
He heard Jane's quick breathing at the same time he found his wandering fingers had reached the nylon material of her panties. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of himself. If he slid his fingers inside the panties to feel her cunt, would she get mad at him? Even more important, would she let him do it? He knew he had to try, come what may.
With stilted breath, he eased his middle finger slowly under the elastic band of her panties, feeling the soft warmth of her hot trembling flesh. His head was reeling and his mouth felt dry and for a moment, he couldn't catch his breath at all. His fingers came in contact with the first stray wisps of her pubic hair, and a rush of blood surged through his head, making him dizzy. Only a little more to go and he would be able to feel her cunt! With a tortured slowness, he edged his way up into the mysterious darkness of her throbbing pussy and....
"No, Marty, stop it, please! Stop it!" Her voice was pleading and the young boy was so frightened, he immediately pulled his fingers out from inside her panties and slipped his hand down from under her dress.
His face turned red as he pulled away from her. Shit, he'd really done it now. He'd been crazy enough to try it a second time and he ruined everything.
"Please, Marty, you'd better go now. Larry will-"
Larry! Was that all she could think of? Resentment burned the boy's face as he got to his feet. Without another word, the youth fled out of the cottage, slamming the door roughly behind him.
Jane sat on the sofa, stunned into immobility. Oh, no what have I done? She had lured the boy along and then stopped him abruptly when-but why had she submitted to his kiss? What had made her yield to his intimate caresses?
Tears welled in her eyes. Was there something wrong with her that she encouraged a young boy's attentions? What kind of a woman was she? Why couldn't she repel his advances the way any normal woman would? She knew her behavior was inexcusable. She had no right to tease and torment that boy like that when he was in the dangerous formative years. Maybe her behavior would ruin him while he was still a teenager, the way she herself had been ruined as a teenager. How could she wish that on anyone!
The sound of a car in the driveway brought the divorcee back to her senses. Straightening her dress, she blinked back the tears and forced herself to look composed and relaxed for her date.
* * *
Jane was relieved when they pulled up at her little home again. The drive with Larry had been boring and she found it hard to concentrate on what he was saying. She was too worried about Marty and about what had happened earlier. She knew she had to talk to the boy and straighten everything out once and for all. For his sake and for hers.
Although she didn't want to, Jane invited Larry in for a drink. It was the least she could do, especially when he had taken her for a nice early dinner. He really wasn't a bad guy, but just not her type, and he just refused to see that he was wasting his time with her.
"Well, you've certainly improved this place," he said admiringly as he made himself comfortable in an easy chair. He was disappointed the way things had gone so far. Jane had seemed preoccupied and not at all interested in anything he had to say. She certainly wasn't much of a boost to a guy's ego. But she had invited him in for a drink, and things were looking up. All of his experience with women told him that was a good sign.
* * *
As she handed him a bourbon and water, Larry couldn't help thinking how beautiful this divorcee looked. She was the best-looking woman to come his way in a long time. She had an air about her that he found appealing, and because she didn't seem to be wildly interested in him, it aroused his appetite even more.
Jane, on the other hand, wasn't really thinking about this man at all. If she was, it was only that she wished he'd hurry up with his drink and leave. She needed time to sort things out in her mind, to rehearse what she wanted to say to Marty. She didn't want to frighten him away because she could really use this help around the house. But she had to make it clear to him that anything else was out.
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be so deep in thought," Larry joked, putting his drink on the coffee table and moving over to make room for Jane on the sofa.
She stiffened and tried to move away from him, but he was too quick for her.
"Hey, hold on, I'm not gonna bite ... not yet anyhow, that is," he said and laughed, pulling her toward him in a rough embrace.
Jane decided to take the bull by the horns. "Look, Larry, I think you have the wrong idea about me. I'm just not your type, and there's no point in starting anything between us."
Larry's face stiffened but he tried to hide behind a cheery smile.
"How can you say that, Jane? We hardly know each other."
"On the contrary, I think we know each other well enough to realize we have nothing in common."
"There are certain things every man and woman have in common," he hinted.
Jane felt her patience slipping away and, for the second time that day, she heard herself saying, "I think you'd better leave, Larry. There's no point in your staying any longer."
This time the man couldn't hide his irritation.
"Don't you think you owe me something?" he inquired crudely.
"For what?" she asked with a rush of dislike for the man.
"Do you think I took you out for dinner to hear you talk ... or for the pleasure of your company? I'm used to better treatment than that, baby, for my time and money."
"Let me tell you once again, I think it's time you left." Jane remained cool and collected. She wanted this man to leave without having to make a scene.
"Why, you stuck up bitch! I'm sick and tired of broads like you. It's high time someone taught you a lesson. You think you're too good for the likes of me, don't you? Well, I know you divorced dames are all alike."
"What does that mean?" Jane gasped.
"Don't play innocent with me. All divorcees are easy, everyone knows that! You're all just dying for cock, baby. You get a fucking as regular as the beauty parlor when you're married, then when it's over, you become like a bitch in heat!"
A wave of revulsion swept over the woman. Her head was again reeling from the disgusting things he was saying. How could he or anyone else even think such things? No wonder he was so anxious to take her out. He thought she was gonna be what his concept of a divorcee was. How wrong he turned out to be!
"Well, Larry, this's one time you've made a big mistake," she went on, hoping the coldness in her voice would turn him off. He had to see that she just wasn't interested.
"Well, we'll just see about that!" he said as he reached over and pulled her to him in a suffocating embrace.
"Larry, let go ... or I'll scream."
"So what, there's no one in hearing distance, and besides everyone knows what women like you are. They'll think you're screaming in ecstasy."
Her head began to swim. If she heard once more from him about what divorcees were like, she'd go mad. She tried to struggle free, but he was no match for her.
"Oh, Larry, please ... please let go."
The man sensed her distress and it gave him a surge of power.
"Not until I've had my little reward!" And with that he clamped his mouth on hers, bruising her lips. He crushed her heaving breasts against his hard chest and she could feel the length of his hard prick pushing against her thigh. She moaned through clenched teeth, misery swarming through her. Why did she have to get into this situation? Why couldn't Larry and men like him just leave her alone? Why were they always forcing their attention on her when she didn't want it?
"You're a regular little spitfire, aren't you? Well, it's time someone tamed you!" He laughed as he dragged her forcefully into the bedroom. Panic swept through the blonde, but no sounds would come from her. Her mouth shaped wordless screams.
"What... what are you gonna do?"
"I'm gonna give you a taste of what you really want, what you're really dying for, if you only knew it!" He threw her down on the bed. "Maybe you go for the rough kind, is that it?"
Rough! If he only knew. An image of her teenage body being raped by many hands and pricks ran through her dazed brain. No, she didn't like it rough!
"Now take off those damn clothes fast. I gotta hard-on that'll kill a horse!"
With terror in her eyes, she watched him pull his shirt off first and then his pants, and she couldn't help but gasp when she saw the thick, throbbing penis erected to its full length and its head covered by a foreskin. My God, she thought, it's too big for any woman. It'd split me in two.
He saw her staring at his dick and misunderstood her thoughts. "Beginning to change your mind now that you got a look at how a real man's hung, huh, baby?"
Jane stared at the man's face, her eyes filled with hate.
"No, I'm not changing my mind. I'd do anything before I'd let you touch me. You're disgusting and you make me sick."
The man's face turned to fury. His eyes bulged and he stared at the defiant woman.
"You damn bitch, I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget. You'll be sorry you ever said that!"
For a brief moment, Jane thought the man was going to hit her. She wished that would be all he would do. Instead he started to pull at her dress. At first she tried to stop him, but she realized quickly that resistance was a waste of energy and might even make things worse for her. She didn't try to plead with him. He had no mercy and her pleas enraged him more.
When she was down to her bra and panties, he stopped for a moment to stare at the lush body in his power. His eyes bulged with lust and a shudder of new fear ran through the woman's loins. Then without a word of warning, he pulled off her brassiere. She instinctively reached up with her hands to cover the quivering mounds, shielding them from his view. But he hardly noticed. With one grunt, he reached down and pulled off the last bit of protection-her panties. She was completely naked and totally at his mercy.
"Now we'll see if you've changed your mind any!" he roared, settling himself next to her on the bed.
She tried to turn away.
"Still don't want me to touch you, huh?" He reached out and grabbed her roughly, his eyes devouring her nakedness hungrily.
"No! Why can't you leave me alone? Just get out of here!" she sobbed, trying to pull away from him.
"No, by God, you'll get what's coming to you, you little prick-teaser!" The name stung her. That was exactly what she hadn't done-she never gave him the slightest indication that she wanted him, let alone wanted to make love to him.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him playing with his blood-swollen, impatient cock, rubbing it lovingly with his free hand.
"Think you're enough of a woman to take care of this for me?" he said, as he pushed the rod into her stomach. She pulled away thinking she had to escape from this man.
The man was becoming more enraged. He could stand the rejection no longer. Ever since the first time he had seen her, he wanted her, and now when it looked like he might get what he wanted, she was rejecting him. Well, he knew how to deal with bitches like her and she would get hers.
"All right, baby, you've had your last chance," he snapped as he grabbed her roughly by the arm and turned her over so that her face was pushed into the bed. Her ass wavered weakly in the air, and she felt the lewd helplessness of her position. His eyes were glued to the full wiggling asscheeks and, without hesitation, he reached over and began to squeeze them with savage movement, pulling them apart, straining her anal opening almost unbearably. Yes, he had ways of dealing with stuck-up bitches like her....
CHAPTER FIVE
Marty couldn't help it. When he saw Simon's car in the driveway, he became enraged and ran back to the house, going around to the back entrance. He had been hanging around anyhow, since she told him to leave. He had seen Simon drive up then watched them both leave for the date. For a long time he waited, but they didn't return. Marty had wandered off in search of Bobby, but couldn't find him, so he strolled back around the cottage. Then he found that Jane and Larry had returned in his absence.
He knew he shouldn't be spying on her like this. He knew it was wrong. Nobody liked a Peeping Tom, but he just couldn't help himself. He felt compelled to discover what was going on. A quick peek was all he would do. He would try the bedroom first, knowing they wouldn't be in there. Jane would never go into the bedroom with a guy like that. She didn't even like him. She as much as told Marty that. But he might as well make sure.
He edged his way around the familiar path to the bedroom. He felt very low and sneaky doing this, but he just couldn't help himself. He had to find out all he could about the woman and nothing would stop him. He could hear muffled moans as he got near the window, and when he looked in, the sight that met his eyes made his hair stand on end.
It took him a minute or two to make out what was actually happening. He could see Jane crouched on her hands and knees, and then he saw that Larry was squeezing her naked buttocks, pulling them apart. It looked as though he was hurting her, and Marty couldn't understand why he would do that.
A shiver ran through the boy as he watched in disbelief at the happenings in the blonde divorcee's bedroom. From where he stood, he could see the dark split between her asscheeks, and he could make out the circle of her tight little nether opening. He wasn't quite sure what was going on, but one thing he knew for certain. Jane wasn't happy about what was happening. The boy was torn by indecision. He didn't know what to do. The sound of her moans meant the bastard was hurting her. What should he do? Could he do anything to help her?
If he tried to break in to help her, Simon would beat him to a pulp. If he hurried off for help, it would probably be over by the time he returned. But he couldn't leave her to the mercy of that man. Besides that, he remembered reading about people with different tastes. People who wanted to hurt others and people who liked being hurt. Maybe Jane was one that liked being hurt-a masochist. If so, he'd be doing the wrong thing by trying to help her. Maybe he shouldn't do anything at all.
A shock ran through the woman when she felt Larry's middle finger probing at the tight opening of her upturned ass. She tried to pull herself away, but his other hand was clutching at her vulnerable flesh, holding her in place. She felt bruised and sore all over and every bone in her body ached. She felt as though she could barely breathe from her face being forced into the bed, and all she could do was hope the ordeal would be over soon. She stifled a moan when she again felt the probing behind her and, with a final forceful jab, he twisted his finger right up into her resisting anus.
"Oooohhhh . . . aaagggghhhhh......." The kneeling woman cried in pain and she managed a few weak struggles to try and evade the agony. Without stopping, Larry screwed his finger into her retreating anus, forcing it past the opposing outer sphincter. He planned to teach the divorced woman a lesson she wouldn't forget.
Outside in the dark, Marty could feel himself turn white with each sob of pain from Jane. I'll kill the fucking bastard, he threatened silently. He could feel his hands turn into clenching fists, but he still didn't move. He could see clearly, Simon's finger inserted tightly into the anal ring. He felt a strange chill of depraved pleasure watching the action and he couldn't help his feelings. He was disgusted by the vile act being done to this beautiful woman and at the same time he was becoming aroused just by watching it. He could forget those feelings if he only knew what to do!
Larry's finger rotated in the tight rectum for a few seconds longer and then he suddenly pulled it out. He watched with pleasure as the nether flesh closed to form a tight defensive ring against him.
Once more he began to massage the satiny buttocks. Jane was resigned to her fate and Larry liked that. It made him feel all the more dominant and yet didn't lessen his sadistic lust for her. She was in his power and he was planning to take advantage of his masterful position.
With one hand he reached down and began to stroke his stiffly sprouting cock, encouraging it to even greater length and thickness. The head was red and rubbery, flaring out obscenely from the purplish stamen. His balls were filled with cum and a fire raged through them. Desire flooded the man.
"Well, baby, after you get a taste of what ol' uncle Larry's got for you, you'll be sorry you weren't a good girl from the start! Or maybe you're already sorry!"
She didn't answer and that infuriated the man even more. All right, he would show her. He had given her every chance and she still showed him nothing but contempt. But now he no longer cared.
Very slowly, he guided his blood-engorged penis toward the tiny rectal opening, where his finger had previously been. He felt a sadistic smile cross his face when he realized the difference in the tiny pink opening and the huge bulging cockhead. He positioned the large waiting head of his throbbing prick at the small tight ring and smiled to himself. He could feel the woman pull back in horror and fright. She was finally realizing what she was in for!
Meanwhile, outside the window, Marty couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing. It was obvious to the boy what was happening, but he didn't want to believe it. A chill ran through him and he felt sympathy for the woman. Again the impulse to run in there raced through him, but still he hesitated. Jane might need his help, but then again, she might regard it as interference. After all, she had told him in no uncertain terms only a few hours before to leave the house when he put his fingers in her panties.
He decided he'd better just hang on and wait and see what happened. Although he felt pretty sure about what was happening, he figured he'd wait and be definite. Besides, he couldn't believe Simon would really do that to her.
The woman crouched on the bed was thinking pretty much the same thing. This was even worse to her than when she had been forced to submit to four teenage boys-this was a real violation of her helplessly humiliated body. She trembled without control when she felt his huge thick cock again nudge her anal opening and she cried out.
"Larry, please, I beg of you, don't...."
But he didn't even listen.
With one deep grunt, the man surged forward, his hand planted firmly on her quivering buttocks. He forced the hard, big, rock-like cockhead against the rectal opening and, with brute strength, he managed to insert the swollen head into the tightly clenched anal opening that previously had contained his finger.
"OOOOOHHHHHH, GGGOOOODDD, NNNOOOOO. . . ." The woman screamed desperately, trying to release her asscheeks from the man's vicious grip. Her body felt as though it had been split in two from the unnatural intrusion and her consciousness was flooded with a deep shame. Jesus, I wish I was dead, she thought weakly, tears running down her cheeks.
Watching the lustful scene, Marty was excited. Hearing Jane call out to Larry, it had taken all his will power not to rush inside and help her. When he watched the cruel perverted penetration of her defenseless asshole by the man's huge swollen cock, he was hypnotized by the sight. He was held in an obscene spell and nothing seemed to be able to break it, not even the sounds of the woman's moans. Without wanting to, he could feel a stirring in his cock and his young balls began to churn with growing arousal. He didn't want to get turned on by what he was witnessing, but he just couldn't help it. He really wanted to run in there and help the woman, rescue her from the bastardly man, but he couldn't do that. Instead he just stood there, gaping salaciously. He couldn't help himself. He had to keep watching the depraved anal rape of the beautiful blonde.
"Well, baby, I bet you're sorry now you've been so fucking stuck-up with me." Simon belly-laughed, looking down at the woman beneath him. He was enjoying the feeling of power he had over her, and her agonized gasps and moans only added to his sadistic pleasure. He continued to force his hardened prick up her resisting anal passage, feeling the strong inner walls closing in tightly on his impaling shaft.
"Oh, God, Larry, please stop. You're killing me!
She couldn't stop her pleading, even though she didn't want to give him full satisfaction of the extent of her misery. But she couldn't hold back the words. She felt as though she would go out of her mind from the pain permeating her body. She was sure she would never walk again and she was even more positive she would never hold her head up again. She felt ruined, just as she had felt long ago when the four boys raped her virgin body and stole her self-esteem.
With another grunt, he managed to insert the last inch of his throbbing member into her protesting depths, and he held it there firmly, watching lewdly as her trembling white asscheeks closed in around his sturdy cock base. His sperm-filled balls rested snugly beneath the crevice of her buttocks and he could feel the slight moistness of her hair-lined outer vaginal flesh. Then he began to withdraw his pounding flesh, pulling out the palpitating length with a swift, sure movement. When just the broad head of his big cock was still enclosed in her tight shit opening, he surged forward again without hesitation forcing his hard prick all the way to the hilt into the helpless asshole.
"Ggggoooodddd, nnoooo... ." Jane gasped again, but this time she was certain of the helplessness of the situation. She knew she could expect no mercy from this man, and that he wouldn't stop until he considered himself repaid for the insult of her refusal. She had damaged his ego and he resented that more than anything, and now she was paying for it.
Marty continued to spy shamelessly from outside the window at the pain-demented blonde and her savage lover. Without thinking, he pulled down the zipper on his pants and gave relief to his pounding cock. Any thoughts of rescuing the woman were forgotten. He was getting a lewd kind of thrill from the sound of her moans of pain. He could still hardly believe he was watching something like this. Even he and Bobby watching the woman masturbate yesterday was overshadowed by this, and he was glad he was alone, because now he could boast to Bobby about the whole thing. Still it was so weird, maybe Bobby wouldn't even believe him.
He continued to watch as the throbbing length of Larry Simon's cock thrust roughly in and out of the woman's rectal passage. It looked so big at first, he was sure the man would split her ass in two, but even though it was hurting her, she still managed to take it. She looked like the epitome of dejection as she hunched over, sobs bursting forth from her bruised lips, her kneeling body contorted from the unnatural act being performed upon it. Marty could get a glimpse of her pink-fleshed neglected vagina before it was obscured by the dangling sac of the man's hairy scrotum. Her battered asscheeks were strained far apart and her abused asshole seemed pressured beyond all endurance.
But the staring teenager was conscious of no other feeling besides vicarious lust as he watched the perversion taking place in the bedroom. His prick thrusted rhythmically into his hand in time with the older man's savage thrusts, and he was hypnotized by the woman's lewd position. He couldn't take his eyes away from the sight of the thick, pulsating cock as it rammed far up into the hidden depths of her violated asshole and he began to wish he could be in the man's place ... that it was Marty and not Larry fucking this woman in her ass.
The woman began to wonder if it would ever be over. She was past the point of feeling physical pain. Her brain had numbed under the pressure of humiliation and mortification. AH she wanted was for the man to leave her alone.
Now that she resigned herself to his savage assault, some of the spice left the man. He continued to thrust his pumping prick into her tightly clenched ass, but he knew he would get no more pleas of mercy from the defeated woman.
I've taught her a lesson she won't forget, he told himself soberly as he continued to fuck her tortured anal depths.
"Move your ass back here, damn you! Fuck with me, baby! Do something!" he commanded in sudden anger. He was enraged at her sudden tameness. She had no strength to do anything but just crouch on the bed.
He could feel the pressure building in his bloated balls and in a way he was sorry. It meant the end of his sadistic fun-filled evening. He increased the force of his furious fucking, ramming his full thick stiff cock right up into the elastic, tight, unresisting anus, sinking it right up to the hilt in her flesh.
"Hold on ... I'm cumming ... you fucker ... I'm cumming!" He spit out the words roughly, his whole body shaking from the force of the spasms which were soaring through him. He battered his hips against the woman's strained buttocks, driving his bloated fuckshaft all the way into her seared rectal depths, ejecting a hot stream of sticky cum into the cock-clutching passage.
The burning liquid filled her tender anal flesh but Jane was past caring. This last indignity was more than she could bear. Her whole body was racked with humiliation at the thought of his sperm forming a pool in the darkness of her bowels and she felt utterly soiled.
The man continued to pump furiously against her retreating buttocks until at last his jerking cock began to deflate. He had emptied it completely in her ravaged asshole and now he withdrew it from the wet, slippery, cum-filled shit channel.
The only sound in the room was Larry's uneven breathing. Jane scarcely breathed for fear of arousing the man once more. At last, to her relief, she heard him putting on his clothes.
Even when the door slammed and his car drove off, she still didn't look around.
Nobody saw the shadowy figure of the young boy as he slipped off, his whole body shaking with lust and his brain swimming with the lewdness he had just witnessed. He didn't want to be discovered at his shameful act, so he forced his throbbing cock back into his pants.
His head alive with images, he made his way quickly home. It had been one hell of a day for the boy, he thought. I sure am glad Mrs. Reynauld moved to town!
CHAPTER SIX
Jane thought the night would never end. For hours she tossed and turned, her brain alive with images of her humiliating position as she submitted to the debasing act of sodomy and she seethed with shame. Her body still ached all over and once again she felt like the teenager of long ago who had undergone so much one dark eventful night.
Shortly before dawn, she couldn't stand it any more. She got up and made a strong pot of coffee. She sat drinking the coffee laced with a little whiskey as she watched the sun rise and life begin another day for so many people around her. She didn't know what she should do. Her first impulse was to pack and leave, but she couldn't run away again. This is where she wanted to stay and she would.
Her big worry was that Larry would bother her again and she knew no way to keep him at bay. She couldn't tell the police-she had a feeling that Larry's opinion of "divorcees" was more or less universal, and who was to say she hadn't participated willingly in the vile act. She was also afraid that Larry would spread lies all around town about her and what kind of woman she was in his eyes. If he did that, she would definitely have to move. Larry was a respected man in the community. She dreaded the thought of moving. She really liked the cottage and she felt she could accomplish a lot in the town.
The day dragged by and Jane just couldn't seem to pull herself out of her lethargic mood. She finally managed to get dressed, but couldn't perform more than a mild housecleaning. Her thoughts kept returning to the assault of the night before. She hadn't known what kind of lecher that man was, and she had tried to keep him at bay. But he had his mind made up to take her out and now she knew why. She only wished she had had enough insight to realize that teasing him and letting him know she had a low opinion of him had been no way to turn him off. If she had only flattered him, he might have left her alone and maybe nothing more than a few harmless kisses.
Now other things ran through her mind. Before Larry, she had given into the young boy's caresses. She had allowed him to kiss and fondle her to the extent that he even got his hand under her dress and inside her panties! What more would have happened if she hadn't had the date with Larry? she wondered. Maybe it would have been better than what actually did happen.
I've got to make a new start, she said firmly to herself. I've got to put Marty in his place. That would mean having that talk she'd already planned ... for his own good and hers too. As for Larry-well, she'd have to do her best to keep him away from her door if he did come around again. But she wasn't sure he would. He knew she had no time for him and he wouldn't keep barging in . . . would he?
Just then the doorbell rang.
Jane froze with fear, her face frightened with horror. Jesus, who can that be? She didn't want to see anyone at all. She thought first of hiding, pretending she wasn't in. But somehow she just couldn't move.
It rang again, more insistently. And she knew she had to answer it.
Fear raced through her body, and like a robot she made her way to the front door. Her palms were moist and her knees were shaking when she finally opened it. It was Marty.
"M-marty! What are you doing here?" Jane didn't know if she was happy or sorry to see the long-haired boy standing there. She was afraid it might have been Larry and she was glad it wasn't him. On the other hand, she was in no mood for dealing with the young boy. She had to fortify herself with a little more whiskey-laced coffee. Maybe she should tell, him she's busy.
"I'm sorry . . . I'm really ... I mean . . . I. . . ." She tried to talk sensibly, but she was so dry-mouthed the words wouldn't come.
Though he tried not to show it, Marty was a little frightened standing there, too. Now that he was there, his plan no longer seemed feasible. Besides that, his plan was a little mean, but he had to do something or he'd go insane. He couldn't get the blonde divorcee out of his head. He couldn't keep his mind on schoolwork all morning. In fact, he felt he should .have skipped school altogether, but then he decided against it. He knew if he had done that, he would have run right to Jane early in the morning.
He couldn't help noticing that the woman looked a little strange, and he could smell whiskey on her breath. However, she let him into the cottage and sat down beside him on the sofa. She waited for him to begin.
The seconds passed and the boy found it more and more difficult to put his plan to her. It sounded so cruel. She had gone through enough since last night without him horning in and telling her he'd seen her. Then he planned to hint that if she didn't do what he wanted, he'd tell everyone in town what he had seen. And he knew she'd guess right away what he wanted. He couldn't think of anything else. Ever since the night that he and Bobby had seen her stretched out on the bed playing with herself, she had been on his mind. Yesterday he thought he had come close to what he wanted, when he found his hand nestled in her panties, but that bastard Simon had come along and spoiled everything. Then last night-at first he was disgusted watching what Simon was doing, but he realized he was excited at the same time, and watching it all the way through had made him want to fuck the woman even more. So that was his plan and now he was ready to execute it except for one thing-he didn't have the guts.
And it wasn't only that. Jane looked so hurt and miserable, he hated to be the one to add salt to the open wound. Not that he didn't want to fuck her-far from it. But maybe he'd wait a day or two to spring his plan on her. That would only be fair.
"Did you want to talk to me about something, Marty?" she asked. Her initial surprise at seeing the boy had died down and she only wanted to be left alone with her thoughts.
"Well, actually I only wanted to see how you were," he lied, not knowing what else to say.
The depressed woman felt herself warming up toward the boy. At least someone cared about her and what happened to her, even if it was only a love-sick teenage boy.
To her surprise, tears began to run down her face. She felt unable to control herself. Blindly, she groped for a handkerchief.
Marty wondered what she should do. Instinct came to the rescue.
"Are you all right?" he asked solicitously. "Is there something I can do for you?" The kind tone in his voice made the woman sob all the more.
Marty put his arm around her shoulder. "C'mon now, it's all right, don't cry," he heard himself say soothingly. He felt as though he were comforting his younger sister when something went wrong at school.
"You'll feel better soon," he continued, and suddenly Jane stopped crying. The boy felt a tender rush of sympathy for her. Then he thought about Larry Simon and he felt reborn fury . . .That fucking bastard.
"I'm sorry I'm acting this way, Marty," she sniffed. "It's just that. . . well, that..."
"Maybe if you talked about it, that would help!" The boy suddenly felt very grown up and in full charge of the situation.
"Oh ... no, I couldn't.. . it's too terrible to talk about!" But Jane knew she'd very much like to talk about it and unburden her problems and troubles, but this little boy wasn't the right one. He'd be shocked for one thing, and for another, he was far too young . . .far too young. She'd have to keep her troubles to herself the way she had over the past few years.
"Really, you can tell me," he insisted. "I won't tell anyone."
Jane hesitated. She knew she shouldn't. It was wrong to reveal a thing like this to a boy. He was only half her age and probably didn't know such things existed. Then she remembered his expert groping of the day before when he managed to get his fingers into her panties, and she knew he wasn't really young after all. But it still wasn't right to unload her trouble on him.
"Is it. . . I mean, does it have anything to do with Larry Simon?" he questioned.
At the sound of the name, Jane couldn't hold back any more. She had to tell someone or she'd go insane. Tears cascaded down her face again.
"Yes .. . God, yes, it is, Marty ... she sobbed, leaning against him for comfort. His arm tightened around her and he soothed her.
"What did the bastard do? Tell me!" he insisted.
"Marty, oh, God, Marty ... it was awful. He's an animal, not a man at all. He . .. raped me!"
Marty tried to remain shocked and scandalized the way he would have been had he not witnessed the whole act. He decided he didn't want Jane to know he had seen it, at any cost.
"That dirty sonofabitch! I'd like to kick his teeth in for doing that to you! Did you go to the police?" he screamed.
"No, Marty ... I didn't.. . and, Marty, it was even worse than that! I don't know if I can tell you!"
"Tell me what? Is there more? What more could have happened?"
"Well, he didn't rape me in the usual way ... he ... he raped me anally ... through the rectum!" And at the sound of her own voice, she started sobbing again.
Marty couldn't control himself. As she said those words, he could feel himself becoming aroused just as he had when he saw the cruel anal rape. But he had to keep up the pretense he was enacting.
"Jesus, he's a pig ... an animal! But why didn't you go to the cops?"
"I couldn't. They'd never believe me. You don't understand. When you're divorced, people don't believe it wasn't your fault as well."
"Hey . .. that's not fair!" Marty said with a twinge of guilt when he recalled he had the same feelings while watching the blonde being assaulted-he had wondered if maybe she wasn't some kind of masochist.
"No, you're right, it's not fair, but not much is, I guess!"
"God, Jane, you've gone through living hell!" he said as he soothed her long hair with his hand. It felt good to hold her. Marty felt very grown up and manly and he was proud to be helping her out in his small way.
Jane's body shook as she collapsed in a new fit of tears. Somehow the boy's sympathy and tenderness was releasing her locked-up feelings. The best part was that he seemed to understand and not condemn her, the way a more mature person would. He seemed to believe it wasn't her fault, that she couldn't help what happened, and that she was just a helpless victim of the older man's lust. Marty understood .. . and it felt good to be understood.
The woman's body felt warm and yielding against his and Marty tightened his embrace around her pleasing form. She was leaning on his shoulder and seemed to have surrendered herself completely to his arms. His hand continued to stroke her blonde hair and he lightly reached down and planted soft kisses on her cheeks and then farther down on her neck. In fact, the woman didn't seem to notice and this made him brave enough to reach up with his other hand and lightly hold the shapely mounds of her full breasts. She seemed to move closer to him as if she got some comfort from his touch.
"Don't worry, Jane, it's all over. He's not coming near you again!"
The woman felt lulled by the boy's soothing words as well as his soft caresses. She wanted to believe him when he said that Simon would never bother her again. If only it was true! She knew she liked being held that way and comforted. It made her feel like a little girl rather than a woman twice his age. He was her strong, powerful protector, and she was the young helpless one. If only this could go on forever!
"God, Jane, I don't know how anyone could hurt you. You're so beautiful and good."
It made her feel good to know he thought she was beautiful. His words sent a thrill through her. And it made her feel even better knowing he thought she was good too . .. after what happened.
"Marty . .. you don't know what I'm really like," she said and sighed.
"Yes, I do, and I think you're fabulous!" he praised her, and before the woman had time to say anything, he leaned over and pressed his lips against her soft mouth. He felt the pressure of her unyielding teeth for a moment, then slowly they parted and he was able to slip his tongue up into the moistness of her mouth.
His arms tightened around her and he could feel the pulsating fullness of her firm breasts against his chest. Her tongue began to play with his as she returned his kiss.
This is wrong . . . I shouldn't be doing this . . . I shouldn't let him kiss me. . . she thought helplessly, as she submitted to the strength of his young arms. It felt so good and safe being held like that, and she didn't want it to stop. There was no harm in it. She'd tell him to stop in a few minutes and she wouldn't let him go too far. But for now, she wanted this scrap of pleasure which was being thrown her way.
Marty was in heaven. Things were working out for him much better than he expected. Jane seemed to definitely like him, and what's more, to like being kissed by him. He allowed his hand to slip under her blouse and up her back, were he quietly unhooked the clasp of her bra. She didn't seem to notice, so he slid his hand in front and steered it to the heaving flesh which he cupped in the palm of his hand. The tit felt so soft and tender in his hand and a shiver of pleasure coursed through his spine and exploded in his brain.
She's fantastic, he thought as he continued to knead and fondle first one pulsating breast and then the other. The nipples felt like hard knobs in his hands, straining to rub themselves against his fingers.
A small voice in the back of the woman's brain told her the whole thing was wrong . . . she should stop before it was too late. She tried to listen to her inner voice, but she knew she didn't want to stop. She liked what the boy was doing. She liked his kisses and even more, she liked his touch on her throbbing breasts. . . .
She did manage to whisper a feeble protest. "Please, Marty, this isn't right... we mustn't!"
But the boy could sense the hesitation in her voice and knew she didn't mean a word she was saying. He decided to take advantage of that hesitation.
"Now, Jane, you just relax, take it easy. I'm gonna make you forget that bastard, Simon. Just relax and let Marty take care of you."
The words were reassuring to her liquor-crazed brain. The woman didn't think them strangely mature for a young boy .. . she was more than glad to do as he said. Why should she care anyhow? Simon had dulled her senses. Why shouldn't she grab pleasure wherever she could?
With his heart rapidly beating, Marty carefully helped the confused woman out of her blouse and bra and then started to open her skirt. She hardly knew what was happening. In truth, she didn't want to know. She felt herself entirely in the boy's hands ... to do with as he pleased.
He sucked in his breath at the sight of the lovely blonde, wearing only her light colored panties. His eyes opened in surprise as he eased down the last piece of clothing, carefully, revealing the light-haired triangular mound. Even though he'd seen her naked the night he and Bobby spied on her, it was different this time. Not just because he was up close to her, but because he was there with her knowledge and her consent.
He was sure she could hear the beating of his heart and he didn't want her to think of him as a clumsy school kid. She looked so damn beautiful lying there that it was all he could do to stop himself from taking her right then and there. But he held back. If he rushed things now, he'd mess it all up. Slow down, he advised himself, as he gazed at the naked woman.
Jane felt apprehension. One part of her brain was shocked, that she was lying naked under the gaze of this schoolboy, but the other part blocked that fact out. She didn't want any self-recrimination; she wanted nothing but the feel of the boy's arms. She didn't care any more about the rights and wrongs of what she was doing-she wanted freedom from worry-the sweet pleasure she knew would come.
Marty hesitated in a moment of indecision. His problem was one peculiar to his age and inexperience. He wasn't sure of what to do next. It wasn't that he was all that new to the game, because he wasn't. One time he and Bobby and some of the other guys went to the weird woman who parked on the outskirts of town in a caravan. Everyone said she was a whore -he didn't really know. She looked like a gypsy to him. All he knew was that he paid her two hard-earned dollars and before he knew it, it was over. He didn't have time to think. But at least he wasn't a complete novice.
No, his problem was different. He didn't know for sure if she wanted him to fuck her right then. Maybe she wasn't ready for it, and she was sure in a strange mood. Maybe he'd be best off just kissing and petting her and then see what happens. Anyhow, he wanted to get a taste of those luscious tits!
Carefully, he bent down over her, his hands stroking her sensitive, squirming skin, his mouth working over the upthrust nipple of her full breast. A shiver ran through him when his tongue come in contact with the hard bud of her nipple, and then he enclosed it completely between his lips. A slight groan escaped the woman's lips and it encouraged the boy to continue licking and sucking her firm breast while his other hand fondled the other breast.
Carefully, he began to cover her whole body with his hot kisses. He couldn't seem to get enough of her flesh near his lips. He felt as though he was bursting with passion for the lovely older woman.
His mouth magically drew closer to the quivering vaginal mound. He could see a faint gleam of moistly shimmering flesh and almost amazingly he reached down with the middle finger and touched the glistening furrow.
"M mmm mm mm . . . ooohhhhhh...." the woman groaned and spread her smooth thighs slightly, giving the young boy a better glimpse of the fleshy hair-lined split. He probed deeper with his searching finger, exploring the moist folds, discovering the power he had over her when he stroked and fondled the sensitive slit. Suddenly, his finger came in contact with the throbbing bud of her tight clitoris and she jerked back as if stung.
"Yyyyessss, God... yyyyessssss. . .." The relaxed woman gasped through passion-clenched teeth, spreading her soft thighs even further apart. The excited boy looked down and saw the openly receptive cunt being revealed to him. Beneath his finger, he could see the tip of her clitoris and beneath it, the petal-shaped opening of her forbidden pussy, surrounded by the hair-lined folds of her outer vaginal lips.
Then he knew what he wanted to do. It was clear to him, and like someone in a dream, he moved closer to the enticing spot. He lowered his face between the columns of her full shapely thighs. For a moment he hesitated, savoring the thought and anticipation of what he was about to do, and then he reached out with his tongue and ran it up the length of her hot, wet, trembling pussy.
"Aaaaarrrgggghhhh! Oooohhhhh .. ." she gasped from the sudden unexpected contact. Conflicting feelings raced through her body. She didn't want this to happen. She hadn't planned on this-she knew it was wrong, terribly wrong, with a boy half her age. But dear God, she was weak. Even then, when she should be pushing him away, she was lying back, spreading her legs, allowing the boy to stick his tongue between them and eat her cunt. She felt like a lost, condemned woman.
In a frenzy of excitement, Marty continued to lick away at the soft moist outer lips of Jane's trembling vagina. He took the folds in his mouth, tasting their exotic tenderness while he grew drunk on the odor of her feminine scented pussy. As he grew braver, he penetrated the secret creases and recesses, all the time drawing nearer to the circle of her hot clasping cunt. He again found the hardened tip of her clitoris, swollen with blood, and took it between his teeth while he licked it with his tongue.
"Oh, Jesus! God, oh, God," was all the aroused woman could moan as her body began to twist and turn while excitement ran riot through her. She ground her wriggling buttocks into the sofa and gave herself completely to the obscene pleasure of Marty's expert cunt-lapping.
The suddenly mature boy was completely lost in his work. His hands were clasped tightly around her full thighs, holding her firmly in place, and the edge of her hot pussy was tightened around his nose and mouth as he buried his face in the dampness of her twitching cunt.
He began to tease the flower-shaped edges of her hungry pussy, dipping the tip of his tongue up into her moist writhing hole, taunting her with the lewd promise of what was to come. He could hear her soft sounds almost incessant in pleasure and her hips were moving around with a deep, insistent rhythm. She was almost completely abandoned to his oral lovemaking, every nerve in her body alive. Then without further warning, he stiffened his non-stop working tongue and plunged it into the depths of her warm, helplessly aroused cunt.
"OOOOOHHHHH, GGOOODDDDD, AAAAAHHHHHH . . .!" she gasped wildly as her entire body flailed and twisted from the sensations plunging through her from the unexpected penetration. She could feel the inner walls of her invaded cuntal passage closing in tightly on the boy's thrusting tongue, and each deep instroke sent new shivers of excitement plunging through her aroused loins.
Marty felt as if his tongue would be pulled right off from the strong inner contraction, but he continued to thrust it right up into the moistly grasping depths and then to slide it out again with a rhythmic, teasing motion. His face was wet with the freely flowing juices which misted down from the helplessly squirming pussy, and the flesh of her thighs was clamped tightly against his cheeks, imprisoning him in his own obscene caress.
"Oh, God, Marty, yes ... keep sucking my cunt, just like that. . . ." Jane begged, lost completely to any recognition of right and wrong. She no longer cared. She was experiencing sensations she never knew existed, and in so doing, she felt herself transformed. This little boy, just past being a child, was able to elicit responses in her that her husband had never been able to do. She was, for the first time, beginning to know what it was like to be a woman-a woman sharing something with a man-and it was a heavenly feeling.
The divorced, responding woman ground her lust-filled pussy against the boy's face, opening her aroused cunt to happily receive the thrusts of his laboring tongue. She pressed her throbbing clitoris up against his nose and that increased the spasm of pleasure inside her sweating, quivering body. Her face was damp with perspiration and her hair clung limply to her brow. Her tits, with the hard, upraised nipples, wiggled wildly as her body danced with sexual abandon. She had never felt like that before in her life. Relief flooded through her, washing away the misery of the night before. She was transformed into a new woman!
Marty had never for one minute thought he would be able to get Jane this excited. She was like a woman gone crazy and he felt proud that he was the cause of it. Not even watching her masturbate that night when he and Bobby had looked in her window, had she been this far gone. She was pretty wild that night, but nothing like this! The boy looked up briefly, unable to resist the temptation. She looked like a goddess, glorying in her own obscene sexual pleasure, and the boy thought he had never seen her looking more beautiful then right at this moment. God, it was great how things were working out. If he'd tried his little plan on her, he decided nothing would have worked at all. But because he had played the "good guy" role, and sympathized with her, things had gone his way after all. Man, he could hardly believe it. . ..
"Oh, Marty baby, this is fabulous... I had no idea it could ever be like this!" she gasped in sheer delight.
The young boy thrilled to the tip of his toes. Her praising words filled him with pride and for the first time, he felt like a real man. He knew at that moment, that there was nothing in the world he wouldn't do for this woman.
Jane was swept along in the tide of emotions greater than anything she had ever known before. Her whole body was grabbed out of her control and she was glad to lose the power. She was willing to abandon herself completely to the result. A fire was burning deep in the pit of her loins, fanned by each exciting stroke of Marty's tireless tongue stuck up into the depths of her warm, wet pussy.
Then she felt the explosion inside her and her mind went blank for a moment before bursting into blinding colors of frightening intensity. Her body, soaked with perspiration, was jerking out of all control, and spasms of almost unbearable pleasure were convulsing her voluptuous body.
"Ooohhhhh ... oh, God, I'm cumming, I'm cccuuummmming! Aaaaarrrrgggghhhh . . ." she gasped, conscious of nothing except the waves of sensation pouring over her heated loins. Again and again, she battered her buttocks against the sofa while her vaginal walls tugged viciously on the boy's working tongue, still plunging into the steamy cock passage of her greedy pussy.
Marty's face was drenched by the release of her warm orgasmic juices, but still he kept on licking and lapping at the twitching folds, thrusting his non-stopping tongue into her sucking cuntal canal. Her thighs were still clamped around his face and the outer edges of her satisfied pussy still locked around his nose and mouth.
Then the force of her hurricane-like climax began to die down and the tremors were replaced with tremendous pleasure combined with a lulling sense of bliss. Gradually her thighs fell apart, releasing the boy's juice-smeared face, and Jane fell quietly back on the sofa, enjoying the peaceful aftermath of her incredible orgasm.
For a moment there was silence as the boy regained his breath, at the same time admiring the quivering body stretched out in front of him.
As sanity returned to the woman, so did doubts and regrets. She tried to fight it but habit was too strong. A wave of fear swept over her, and she had to fight to keep from crying out her misery and guilt. Why did I let him do it? The thought gnawed at her conscience. But I enjoyed every minute of it! She couldn't deny that thought. But the voice of guilt was stronger than the voice of reason. The woman wondered what kind of creature she was.
She pulled herself into a sitting position, staring at the boy. For a moment the boy didn't understand the look. He was too impressed with his performance and thought she would be too.
For a minute the woman was tempted to scream out her guilt at Marty, to tell him to leave her. But she controlled herself. "Marty, honey, I think it'd be best if you left now."
"But, Jane..."
"No, not now. We can talk things over tomorrow, but for now, please go!"
Her voice told him it was best to do what she wanted. He got his jacket and got ready to leave. He was getting tired of always being told to leave her house, but he knew it was better not to argue.
For the third day in a row, he left her house, his feelings and thoughts confused.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After the second sleepless night in a row, Jane Reynauld felt absolutely terrible. And her feelings of guilt and self-hating were intensified on this occasion by the fact that she had definitely enjoyed the earlier events. At least yesterday, she had the consolation that the assault of the night before had been forced on her, and instead of enjoyment, she felt only hopelessness and humiliation. But she couldn't hide behind that fact this morning. There was only the stark realization that she had allowed a young boy, half her age, to make oral love to her, and that she had enjoyed the wanton act.
That was the part that the young woman was unable to come to terms with. For so long she had thought of herself as frigid-a woman apart from others, inflicted with a disability which made her unable to live a normal married life. Her marriage had broken up on account of it. But now it was starting to look as if she wasn't quite so cold after all. Or did Marty have some special power that kept her in a spell? She didn't know-all she knew was that she had given in to him. What she was going to do about it, she still didn't know.
Her first impulse was to cut off all contact with the boy, just as she wanted to do with Larry Simon. Then she remembered that in her haste to get rid of him yesterday, she had told him to come back today to talk it over. She knew she'd be forced to face him again. Therefore, she had to decide what stand to take. Obviously, the thing to do was to tell him they shouldn't see each other any more. She'd find someone else to take care of the back yard, but that would be a small sacrifice. The fact was, she couldn't go on seeing him like this, never knowing what was going to happen. Or to be more specific, knowing exactly what was going to happen. There was no denying that she felt strangely attracted to the little boy. From the first day when she allowed him to kiss her, right up to yesterday when he was eating out her pussy, she felt powerless in his presence.
She couldn't understand why she suddenly was so weak, why she didn't have strength to say no to him, why she felt so good and so protected in his arms. She felt all the pleasures of sensual arousal without the overpowering victimization that she had felt with other men, including her husband. But even though this boy had broken the barrier, she couldn't go on seeing him. Why not? she asked herself.
Because it's immoral. . . it's all wrong. . . you're twice his age .. . her conscience spoke back. She shook her head to lose the thoughts. She didn't know exactly what to do. ...
The distressed blonde rehearsed what she was going to say. She'd tell the boy what they did yesterday was all wrong and that she was completely to blame. She would tell him it was never to happen again and that it was best that he didn't come over to do any chores around her house any more. She would say she was as sorry as he was that it didn't work out, but it was best to put it behind them and make a fresh start. . . .
It all sounded great mentally, but when the boy was finally seated on her sofa, she couldn't bring herself to deliver her little speech.
Marty was hovering on the brink of extreme anger. He'd taken as much as he could and he felt ready to explode. He began to feel that Jane was teasing him, leading him on. She'd let him kiss and touch her and even go farther yesterday, but then she got all worried and guilty and sent him packing. He didn't want any more of that crap. The worst thing was knowing she was attracted to him, just as he was to her. If she didn't like him at all, he could understand, and yet in his mind, this grown woman was acting like a kid. He didn't want to put up with that much longer, and he'd tell her right now.
"Look, Jane," he began roughly and his voice slowly petered out. He realized he had no right to tell her anything. If he pushed it too much, she might decide to go see his folks and tell them he was pestering her. Then where would he be?
"What were you going to say, Marty?" she questioned the boy gently, looking for some way to break the uneasy silence.
"Oh, well nothing much," Marty mumbled, his face turning red.
"I'll get us both a glass of wine, then we can talk!" she suggested, feeling it would be best if they were both relaxed.
While they drank their wine, Marty decided to try again.
"Listen, Jane, I'm ... I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. .. ."
"No need to be sorry, Marty dear, it was really my fault. There was no excuse for my behavior . .. and to tell the truth, I'm ashamed of the way I acted."
"Ashamed? But why should you be ashamed?" The young boy was shocked at this turn of events.
"Well, I'm older than you are and I should know better. You're just a little boy and. . .."
The boy could feel himself growing tense.
"Are you saying I'm not man enough to satisfy you?"
"No, no, I'm not saying that at all. I thought it was obvious that I was enjoying what you were doing, but that's not the point." Jane smiled a little at his aggression.
"Well, what's the point then? I enjoyed it and you enjoyed it, so what else matters?" The boy interjected. "Isn't that enough?"
"No, it's not enough and you know it! It was wrong, Marty, all wrong, and it can't ever happen again. Do you understand?"
The boy felt tears of rage in his eyes. "No, I don't understand at all! You think I'm a kid, not man enough for you in bed or any other way. You think I can't keep a secret, don't you? You're wrong!"
"Please, Marty, please. You've got it all wrong. I'm really very fond of you. In fact ... I, well, never mind. But it's you I'm thinking of, believe me. You don't need to be mixed up with someone like me."
"Well, I want to be," he answered tearfully and swiftly moved beside her, taking her in his arms.
"Jane, I love you! I don't care if it's right or wrong. I want to save you from people like . .. Simon!"
Jane was touched by his words and she felt herself weakening. But she had to hold firm this time ... or she never would again.
"Now look, Marty, you've got to be reasonable. We can't go on like this!" she said sternly.
"Why not? No one'll ever know. If we stop . . . well. .. I'll tell everyone what we did and then I'll run away!"
Jane was shocked by the sound of the threat. Would he really tell what had happened between them? If he did, it would be all over for her in this town, and probably even back in Chicago. He might only be bluffing.
"You wouldn't do that, would you, honey?"
Marty could sense her worry and he knew he had the upper hand.
"Yes, I would, I'd do anything not to lose you," he said defiantly.
The blonde was worried and silent. The boy's arms were wrapped around her and she could feel him trembling. She didn't know what to do next. Should she call his bluff? What if he wasn't kidding?
"Jane, why can't you be my girl friend? No one would ever know, honest. And I'd keep you safe from bastards like Simon and his kind and anyone else who might try and hurt you."
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes. She knew he was a wonderful boy and she couldn't corrupt him. She just couldn't!
"And you wouldn't have to worry about me any more. I'm not interested in Connie Perz at all. Really, I'm not!"
The blonde's arms went up to him and held him close to her breasts. I can't hurt him by saying no . . . yet I should for his own sake. . . .
"So, please .. . will you be my girl.. . ? My own special girl!"
Marty looked at her with questioning eyes and she thought she could hear the hammering of his heart.
She didn't stop and think. "Yes, Marty my darling, I'll be your special girl. . . ."
She knew there was no turning back, as she led the way into the bedroom. She felt as though she was in a dream. Carefully, she closed the door behind them and turned around to look at the young boy.
His eyes were alive and shining. He was staring admiringly at her. He couldn't believe his good fortune. It was happening in a way he never thought possible.
"Can... I touch your tits and your pussy again?" he asked, not knowing how she would react.
"Yes you can, darling, and lots more than that, too," she said and smiled.
The attractive woman found herself trembling with excitement. She felt alive and warm. If someone had told her one hour earlier that she would be willingly leading this boy into her bedroom, she would have said they were nuts. Yes, she had just done that very thing. And now she was beginning to take off her clothes and, as she did, she was aware of a pleasurous tingle such as she had experienced yesterday when Marty had started to kiss her cunt. In a moment she'd be naked and Marty would be looking at her body. The thought of that aroused her further, as she removed her brassiere and rolled down her panties.
"God, Jane, you're so fantastic looking!" Marty gasped, his eyes open wide as he took in every inch of her creamy, soft body.
"Now, get your clothes off too, honey, so I can see your naked body," she suggested, filled with desire to see his slender young body.
Awkwardly, with his eyes downcast, he began to remove his clothes. It disturbed him to find that his cock was already throbbing with life and jerking out in front of him, when he dropped his shorts.
"Mmmm, what a luscious prick you have," Jane said softly, her eyes glued to the rigidness of the boy's up-thrust cock. Marty felt a surge of pride as he stood there feeling slightly unsure of himself. But Jane simply moved closer to him and then without a word, clasped the throbbing member with her gentle fingers.
The awkward teenager gasped at the contact of her flesh touching his and he could feel the aching cock almost double in size. Then she began to stroke and caress the pounding stiffness, running the tips of her fingers up and down the sensitive rubbery surface while her other hand dropped down to cup the sac of his hairless, sperm-filled balls. The aroused boy felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat, and for a moment, he thought he was going to cum right there in her hand. If that happened, he'd never forgive himself . . . never.
The woman felt a strange hypnotic spell as she gently stroked the boy's cock, and pulled back the foreskin to reveal the gleaming head. She stroked it carefully, encouraging it to grow between her fingers. It looked so inviting, but not too strong or powerful like John's... or Simon's brutalizing weapon. No, Marty's cock was slender and lovely and just right.
"Would you like that lovely prick of yours to fuck me?" she asked lewdly, a wicked smile on her full lips.
"Huh . . . ?" he gasped. Marty couldn't believe his ears.
"Well, I'm your girl, right . . . your special girl?"
The boy nodded dumbly and followed the blonde divorcee to the bed.
He was actually going to fuck her and he couldn't believe his ears. He was gonna put his hard stiff cock right up her warm wet pussy, just the way he did with that whore for two bucks, only this time it would be much better and more fun.
"Have you ever fucked anyone before? Tell the truth, honey," Jane asked with a smile.
"Yeah, sure I have," Marty was glad to be able to say that honestly.
"Well, I didn't know you were an experienced man of the world!"
"Well, it was really only once," he admitted, his face turning red. He hoped Jane wasn't making fun of him, because he couldn't stand that.
"I'm sure you'll be just great, honey . . . and I can't wait to feel your nice big prick inside my pussy. .. ."
She was a little amazed at the new role she was playing, completely unlike anything she'd ever done before-even using words she'd never been able to use and always thought of as obscene. But now they were coming naturally. She felt as though she had cast away all inhibitions, with her new decision to become Marty's special girl. Just the decision alone had already transformed her.
Seeing that the boy looked slightly unsure of himself, Jane reached down and held him in her arms, drawing him onto her firm ready breasts. She could feel the hardness of his penis digging into her quivering thigh and it sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through her lust-ridden body. Her lips found his and she immediately thrust her tongue wildly into his mouth. He responded without hesitation and his arms tightened around her form, his lips bruising her as he pressed his chest against the softness of her excited mounds.
CHAPTER EIGHT
He couldn't suppress a gasp of intense pleasure when he felt her take his hard throbbing cockhead once more between her fingers.
"I'm sure you'll be a marvelous lover, darling," she whispered, pulling away from his kiss. "And now, I'm gonna guide your sweet hard cock into my aching cunt! Are you ready?"
Again he could only nod, not trusting himself to speak. His body was on fire with unbelievable feelings and he felt as if he were sailing along in an erotic dream. Her fingers were like fire on his painfully swollen cock, and he could already feel the wisps of pubic hair as his turgid rod came in contact with the soft folds of her tender outer vaginal lips.
"Aaaahhhhh ... that feels good already," Jane crooned, spreading her shapely thighs farther apart and flexing her hips to expose fully, her hotly aroused pussy. By this time, Marty realized he didn't need any more guidance and he tightened his fingers into the flesh of the woman's hips and thrust forward with his young alive shaft.
"Aaagghhh . . . ooohhh. . . ." Jane sighed as the round cockhead glided past the outer lips of her cuntal passage.
Overwhelming excitement raced through Marty as he surged forward again, driving his hardened cock right up into the moist, hot passage of her welcoming pussy.
"Aaarrrgghh . . . aaahhhh . . ." she gasped as she felt the engorged throbbing member slide up into her hot seething vaginal cavern.
Marty felt her inner walls closing in on his tightly driving shaft, sucking it eagerly up into the wet interior until at last the trembling balls were wedged firmly between the upraised, fully molded buttocks.
"Mmmmm ... it feels good all the way in me like that," Jane said, feeling herself filled in a new and pleasant way. Not stuffed the way she had been whenever John fucked her, but pleasurably satisfied by a firm young cock that wouldn't overwhelm her completely.
For a long moment, Marty exulted in his new-found role of lover. He held his throbbing boyfuck shaft deep up inside Jane's greedy cunt, before slowly pulling it out. When just the swelled heat was tightly enclosed, he would surge forward again, this time plunging his cock into the depths of her responding pussy in one single smooth stroke. Wow, it felt even better than he had imagined it would. And much better than the time with the old whore. There was nothing compared to this. And the most important thing was that Jane was his girl ... all his.
He started at a slow, even dick-sliding rhythm as he fucked his cock up into the deepest part of her receptive belly while she started to flex her hips upward to receive his energetic inthrusts and her strong inner walls clung wetly to his prick. Her full, swollen breasts were bouncing freely and the dark nipples stood up taut and erect. Her head was thrown back, her blonde hair framing it perfectly. Her red lips were parted and the boy could see the tip of her tongue flicking over them occasionally. Her eyes were half-closed and glazed with lust, and Marty thought again how beautiful she looked.
The passion-filled woman was unaware of the scrutiny of her young lover. Her newly alive body was being controlled by sensations unlike any she had ever experienced before, not even yesterday when Marty had sucked and licked her pussy until she climaxed. Today it was different again . . . and for the first time in her life, she was enjoying the act of fucking. From the time when the four teenage boys raped her one after the other, till the present day, it had always felt like an ordeal at best, sometimes downright misery. But all that was behind her now, thanks to Marty. He alone was responsible for setting her free from her inhibitions or whatever block had stood in her way.
"Oh, Marty darling, you're fabulous . . . just like I knew you'd be. . . ." she gasped. All her reservations were gone. Marty was right -if they both enjoyed it, what harm was it? They didn't hurt anyone else. On the contrary, she was being helped in a way that no one else had been able to accomplish, and maybe the experience was good for Marty too. Purists would argue that it was wrong for her to take a lover half her age -morally wrong, but what did age matter? She was a woman, and even though technically Marty was still considered a child, physically he was very much a man, and wasn't that all that really mattered?
The woman's young lover wasn't thinking of rights and wrongs of what he was doing. He was absorbed in the happiest moment of his life. It was fabulous, fucking this woman, feeling her body completely in unison with his. So this is what it felt like to be a man? He felt all the misery and uncertainty of the last couple of days was worth it. He didn't even feel jealous of Simon any more. He was Jane's lover and that was all that mattered.
Their two bodies rocked and moved together and the bedroom was filled with the sounds and scents of their mounting pleasure. The boy wanted it to go on and on, but he knew he couldn't last much longer. Maybe when he had had a little more practice. . . .
Jane felt waves of heated pleasure building up in the depths of her loins and her head began to feel pleasantly light. God, she thought, I'm gonna cum soon! My God, I'm gonna cum from my little lover's wonderful fucking.
The boy could sense the quickening in her naked body and matched it with his own deep thrusts into her wildly grasping cunt.
"Oh, baby, keep fucking it to me like that . . . don't stop, I'm ready to cum . .. soon, baby, keep fucking. . . ."
Her voice was hoarse and she was jerking insanely on the bed, her face contorted with spasms of lust.
Marty felt he couldn't hold out either . . . they were going to cum together.
"Aaahhhh . . . Jesus, yesss. . . ." Jane felt her body stiffen completely from head to toe. For a long moment it hovered there, almost suspended from the bed before she came crashing down in a series of shaking convulsions, every inch of her trembling body alive with electrifying sensations.
"Aaaaarrrggghhh ... oooohhhh. . . ." Marty gasped at that moment as he felt an explosion in his head and then lost track of where he was. He kept pumping wildly between her thrashing legs, driving his throbbing young cock far up into her hungry, grabbing pussy. But his mind was somewhere else, and his body had never felt such ecstatic pleasure before in his life.
He felt as if every nerve was alive and trembling with surging hot life and it was as if someone could touch him anywhere at that moment, and he would shriek aloud from the contact.
He could sense the trembling deep in his blood-swollen balls and then he felt the hot rush of the seething sperm as it rushed into the passage of Jane's sucking cunt.
The aroused woman felt the first flood of her young lover's sperm and a feeling of unexplainable happiness rushed through her climax-heated womb.
She could feel the hot boyfuck liquid shooting deep up into her welcoming belly, forming a wet pool in her deepest interior. She was thrilled to receive his young love-offering and her accepting cunt continued to milk on the ejaculating shaft of his spent young prick. When at last she felt his dick begin to deflate inside her, she was aware of disappointment. She knew there would be other times and the thought of that brought a smile to her face as the waves of pleasure began to subside in her body.
Marty was slumped over her, his strong body bathed with moisture, his long hair clinging to his flushed face. She looked at the new young lover admiringly, feeling nothing but satisfaction ... for the first time in her life. This time, she wasn't going to tell him to leave ... he could stay forever. She was only afraid that forever wouldn't be long enough for her.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hey, what are you so happy about?" Bobby grumbled. "I didn't hear Connie Perz say she'd go to the dance with you!"
Marty couldn't keep from laughing.
"Hey, I never even asked her."
"Why? Afraid of being turned down?"
Marty wasn't at all disturbed by his friend's mocking tone.
"No, I'm not even going to that stupid thing."
"Not going! Why? You been saving your dough for it."
"Who says I been saving?" Marty laughed.
"Well, you sure ain't been spending any of that money you're making from Mrs. Reynauld! What're you doing with it?"
"I'm not getting any money from her."
"You mean you've been working for free this whole week?"
Marty smiled. He was enjoying his little secret from his best friend and it was obvious that Bobby had no idea what he was talking about.
"Well, it hasn't exactly been work-more like a pleasure."
Bobby looked at his friend, apprehensively. He sensed he was on to something, and he intended to find out what it was.
"Well, what've you been doing there all this time?"
"Oh, just fooling around." A blush spread over Marty's face.
"Hey, whad'ya mean fooling around?"
"None of your fucking business, is what I mean!"
Bobby was getting slightly irritated again. He didn't like playing games like this and his curiosity was getting the best of him.
"Look, Marty, I thought you and me were best of friends. Don't forget we went there together the first time, and it was even my idea. Do you mean," he hinted, "she's paying you at the end of the month?"
"Nope, I mean she's not paying me at all."
"Well, why the fuck are you going over there?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you!" Marty smiled again.
Now Bobby was really curious. He hadn't seen much of Marty this past week, but he figured it was because he was busy with football practice.
"Well, try me and see if I believe you." Bobby urged, anxious to get to the bottom of this mystery.
"Well, how do I know you can keep a secret?"
"Hey, do you think I'm a fucking goddamn kid or something?" Bobby was getting annoyed.
"Well, I don't know...."
"Look, do you want to tell me or don't you. I've gotta get to practice...."
Marty gave in. He had played the game as long as he could, getting all the mileage out of it that was possible. Now he could feel his friend losing interest.
"Well, the thing is ... Jane and I... are making it!"
Bobby's mouth dropped open.
"You've gotta be kidding!"
"See, I said you wouldn't believe me," Marty said, somewhat put out by Bobby's attitude.
"You mean, you're really making it with her? Are you fucking her, is that what you mean?" His eyes were falling out of his head as he stared at his friend with a whole new feeling of respect.
Marty nodded. He was really proud about his accomplishment, but he wasn't sure he should have told Bobby. It was supposed to be a secret, he had told Jane. But he just had to tell someone. Since the first time last week, he had been over to Jane's every spare minute and he was really nuts about her. She seemed to like him too and she certainly proved it. Marty was glad that she wasn't feeling guilty any more or crying all the time. Even better, Simon hadn't bothered her any more and it was Marty's guess that he wouldn't. Not after what he had done to her.
"But how did it happen?" Bobby asked.
"Whad'ya mean, how?"
"Well, how did you two get started?"
"Well, if you don't know by now, I sure as hell ain't gonna tell you," Marty answered rudely.
Bobby was stung by his friend's remark. He could, at least, act like a friend and clue him in.
"You mean to tell me, you just started fucking, without even talking about it or anything?"
"No, I told you the first day we kissed and I got my hand inside her panties," Marty explained, believing his own lie.
"Well, I guess she really likes you," Bobby conceded.
"Yeah," Marty said proudly, "she's my girl now."
"No wonder you don't want to bother with that little bitch Connie now," Bobby said. They were both silent for a moment.
"Could I get some too?" Bobby said slyly.
"Some what?" Marty didn't think he heard his friend correctly.
"A little pussy, too. Listen, if she likes you, she might like me, too."
"I ought to bust your fucking nose for a remark like that! Jane's my girl and I guess I didn't make that clear to you. I'm her lover!"
"Yeah, but how do you know she wouldn't like me to fuck her too?"
"Because she only likes me, you prick!" Marty was enraged. Now he was sorry he told the stupid asshole anything about him and Jane. He should have known he would try and horn in.
"And don't forget," Bobby continued, "if it wasn't for me, you probably wouldn't have gone around there at all. You probably wouldn't even know her, so I think I'm entitled to some consideration for that."
"Listen, prick, fuck off, okay?" Marty was seething with fury and he felt like hitting his best friend.
"Hey, take it easy, pal," his friend soothed him. "Maybe I could at least go with you some time and just peek through the window, the way we did when she was making herself cum! That wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?"
Marty thought for a moment. He didn't want to give in at all to his friend, but at the same time, if he refused him completely, he might go shooting his mouth off to everyone in town.
"Well, maybe not," he finally consented.
"Does she let you do other things to her besides fuck her?"
Marty could feel his anger fading at the interesting questions he was now facing.
"She sure does. I even get to eat out her pussy!"
"Jesus, you're such a lucky sonofabitch! Are you going there again today?"
Marty nodded his head, smiling.
"Then maybe I can go with you and take a look! I promise I'll stay really quiet. She won't even know I've been there."
Marty felt it best not to oppose his friend any more. It wouldn't do any harm to have him look, as long as Jane didn't find out. Besides that, Bobby would know for sure that he wasn't kidding.
"Okay, but only this one time. And don't come with me. Wait until I've been there for a while and give me a chance to get into the bedroom."
"Hey, thanks, you're a real friend," Bobby said, happily. He wished he was in Marty's shoes, but even getting a look was better than nothing. And he didn't even mind missing football practice.
They went their separate ways. Bobby had to run home to change clothes and Marty ran down the road leading to his mistress' little cottage.
"Well, you're late today. I was beginning to think you'd found yourself a new lover," Jane joked as she led the young lover to the living room. She kissed him warmly and then left him to bring in a snack she had prepared.
She had been feeling and looking like a new woman since she had started the affair with the young schoolboy. She seemed to radiate happiness. Her skin took on a new glow and even her figure seemed more curvaceous. She was happier than she could ever remember being before. Whatever the reason, this boy had a definite healing effect on her. Her mind seemed finally at rest and she felt as though she had come to terms with herself and her sexual involvement with the child.
She didn't really know how or why, but she did realize that her earlier experience with the four boys had thrown her emotional stability out of whack, and this involvement now with another teenager had righted her thinking. When she thought out the problem more deeply, she was surprised because she thought it would have the reverse effect on her. If the experience with the young boys in her teens when they had cruelly raped her had by some chance been a pleasant one, then her current feelings would be more understandable, at least to her. She guessed it would take a head shrinker to figure it all out, and one thing she felt sure of, she didn't need any shrink. She had straightened the whole thing out herself-with Marty's help, of course.
Marty had finished the snack and some wine by this time, and was looking at her in a way she knew she couldn't resist. Her heart fluttered and she gave him a flirting glance.
"It looks like you have something on your mind, young man," she joked, leading the way to the bedroom.
"How could you guess?" Marty felt his heart pounding.
"Well, I have a special treat for you today," she said, looking at him provocatively.
"What can that be?" the boy wondered aloud. "Well, let's both get out of our clothes, and when we're naked, then well find out
"
Jane didn't bother to close the shades because the bedroom was in the back of the house and nobody ever went around there. Besides that, she liked to be able to see her young lover's body ... and she felt he liked to see hers, too.
After they were both undressed, Marty turned to her with a smile.
"Okay now, what's the big surprise? It better be good after all this suspense."
The lovely woman gave him a playful shove that sent the naked boy sprawling on the bed, his big boycock flopping in the air, and then she climbed in after him.
"You just lie back and relax, honey, and let this old lady teach you a thing or two!"
"W-what are you gonna do?" he stammered excitedly.
"Don't be so nosy, darling, just wait and see."
She bent lovingly over him and, reaching down, enclosed the length of his stirring prick in her hand. His body shivered from the contact and then he leaned back contentedly, his eyes half-closed.
Jane began to fondle the almost rigid shaft between her fingers, caressing the smooth surface, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the glistening head. She cupped the balls in her other palm. She could see the turgid member growing and stiffening under her devoted helpfulness at the same time as her young lover began to moan with arousal.
Slowly she bent even lower over the up-thrust cock and in a moment flicked out with her tongue and ran it down the pulsating length of the throbbing fuck instrument.
Marty's eyes flew open and he stared down at his beautiful lover. God, he couldn't believe it! She was actually licking his cock! He could see the wet length of her tongue as it darted in and out, washing his throbbing dick with her saliva, while at the same time, her other hand kept up a rhythmic squeezing of his cum-filled, boyish balls.
Sensing his excitement, she looked up at the boy.
"Do you like that, darling?"
Marty could only nod. He couldn't speak at all.
"I'm glad you do, darling, because now I plan to put your beautiful cock right in my mouth. Would you like that too, baby?"
"You ... mean you're gonna suck my prick?"
"That's exactly what I mean, dear ... I'm gonna suck it until it explodes."
Marty lay back, overflowing with happiness. God, was he damn lucky. There was nobody else anywhere who could have a woman like this to himself. There was just no other woman in the whole world to match her.
She bent over the blood-swollen boy's cock again and, parting her red lips, slipped them over the bloated head.
"Wwwooowww.. .." the boy gasped as shivers" of lewd pleasure danced through his belly. The feeling of Jane's lips around his cock was indescribable-unlike anything he'd ever known before. He couldn't resist opening his eyes to see how she looked while she sucked the stiff prick stuffed in her mouth. There was a look of pure pleasure on her face as her oval mouth was clamped down over the rubbery shaft and it was very obvious she was enjoying it almost as much as he was-if that was at all possible. Jane continued to slide her lips up and down the throbbing piece of meat, feeling it expand in the warmth of her greedily sucking mouth, while her teeth titillated the webbed underside, making her handsome young lover squirm with unbearable excitement.
"God, Jane, you're ... well, you're fabulous," he sighed in perfect ecstasy.
Bobby saw that Mrs. Reynauld's little cottage was in darkness except for the back bedroom. He had been a little uninclined to believe what his friend had told him, even though he told him with an air of conviction. Anyhow, it wouldn't hurt to investigate. He was sure to see something of interest. He went quietly to the back of the cottage. The last thing he wanted was to be discovered.
When he finally got around to the back window, he gave a quick look around to make sure no one was in sight, and then he stared into the bedroom.
His eyes opened wide and his mouth fell at the lascivious sight that met his eyes. His first reaction was one of deep jealousy. He saw his best friend, stretched out naked on the bed, his legs far apart. And the beautiful blonde woman was bending over him, with his dirty old cock stuck in her mouth. She was actually sucking his prick!
Bobby could tell from the look on Marty's face that he was in another world. And what a world to be in! He watched the woman's working mouth slide up and down the thick throbbing shaft of his friend's cock. She was taking it all in her mouth. It's a miracle she doesn't choke, he thought.
As he watched, he could feel his own prick stirring against his leg and he tried to calm it down. He wasn't succeeding. He was watching his friend and thinking what a lucky sonofabitch he was.
Through his envy, he couldn't take his eyes off the scene being enacted before him. He was glued to the boy's throbbing cock as it disappeared into the woman's rounded lips almost to the hilt. Then she let it slide out again until just the swollen head was buried in her mouth. He could see her hand pumping Marty's balls in rhythm, and he wished that someone could be doing that to him, because right then he felt as if his own balls would explode. It was obvious that the woman was enjoying her task. She had a look of complete enjoyment written on her face as she sucked and licked Marty's cock, and Bobby wished it was he lying on the bed. But all he could do was watch and imagine...
CHAPTER TEN
Jane let go of the boyfuck shaft for a moment and began to run her tongue over it once again, leaving its hardness glistening and alive after her tonguing. She dipped her darting tongue under and over it, nestling it into the pubic hair at the base and bending it still lower to lick the scrotum of his balls with her warming saliva. Then she returned his wet cock to the hot inside of her mouth and continued her voracious sucking.
Marty's moans filled the room and he couldn't help flexing his hips and driving his jerking prick far up into her hungry mouth. He wanted to push it even farther in, to feel the head nudging against her larynx, even though he didn't know how she could take it without choking. He reached down with his hands and pushed her face hard against his heedlessly plunging member. He was going crazy from the mad sensations rippling through him and from the pressure building up deep in his balls.
"Jesus fuck, Jane, I'm gonna cum soon ... I can feel it... you're the greatest cocksucker...."
The happy woman continued her frantic sucking of the little boy's throbbing cock, her tongue swirling and probing, slipping into the little glans opening at the tip of the rubbery head, the foreskin pulled back, giving her young lover as much pleasure as she could manage.
She was very much aroused herself, waiting for the moment when he would empty his love nectar into her abused mouth. She wanted to swallow it all, and keep on sucking until she had drained his boyballs dry. Then she would be really happy.
At last, Marty couldn't stand it any longer. He felt that his cock was going to explode from the pressure. He began to thrust wildly, forcing his pounding shaft far into her throat, his youthful voice hoarse as obscene words poured out one after another.
"Shit, baby, keep sucking my cock ... keep on sucking, baby, you're a great cocksucker... aahhh...."
He was almost there.
Jane could feel the tremor in his testicles and she continued to knead his jerking balls at the same time, as she tasted the first gush of his hot boycum as it bubbled out of his ejaculating shaft and foamed into her greedily drinking mouth. Oh, fuck, it tasted fabulous ... young and alive like the boy himself!
Hungrily, she gulped it down, not letting a single drop escape, taking it all as if she were parched with an obscene thirst. Her lips tightened around the pumping organ and her hand continued to beat at the evacuating scrotum.
Marty could hardly believe that she was drinking it all. Her lips were clamped firmly against the jerking shaft, and she was extracting every drop. He was covered in moisture and his head was spinning pleasantly. He loved having his cock sucked-even better than he thought it could be. But that was because it was Jane doing the sucking. He felt disappointment now that he had shot his load into her mouth. He felt his cock grow limp and start to deflate. But Jane's lips still clung to his member, unwilling, even now, to release it. Finally, she allowed it to slip from between her lips and she lay happily beside her exhausted young lover, proud of the great pleasure she had just given him.
Bobby felt as if he was in his own world. He had watched the whole thing in open-mouthed wonder. He had seen his friend climax in the woman's mouth. He had watched her drink up the spurting semen, had seen her cheeks fill as Marty emptied his semen between her lips. He had seen the look of sheer pleasure on her face as she accepted the love offering at the same time he had witnessed the pleasure his friend was experiencing. And through all this, his own ignored prick was jutting out like a spear, stiff and hardening in the confines of his pants. His balls had a dull ache, and all the while he stood there motionless, watching his friend's cock being sucked on until the kid reached orgasm.
He couldn't stand it any more. He didn't care who saw him or what anyone thought or said. He felt pushed beyond the point of endurance and he was no longer responsible for his actions.
With his eyes filled with lustful fire, he hurried to the back door and silently let himself into the little house.
* * *
The voluptuous woman could feel the presence of another person in the room and, quickly, she looked up. She was startled to see the other young boy there, with burning desire on his face and large bulge between his legs. In her new-found state of relaxation, surprise gave way to amusement.
"Bobby, what on earth are you doing here?"
Pangs of fear shot through Marty at the sound of his friend's name. He looked toward the door and immediately became enraged at the sight. I should break the sonofabitch's neck, he thought.
"You motherfucker, what're you doing here? Get the fuck outta here," he screamed, his eyes ablaze.
The dumbfounded boy just stood there as if his feet were planted to the ground. He was torn between lust and indecision.
He didn't answer.
"You lying bastard, you promised you'd look and nothing else!" Marty accused.
The woman looked at her angry young lover.
"So you knew he'd be here," she challenged.
Marty could feel the blush rising in his face. Shit, what could he do now? Jane didn't seem angry, but that was because she thought it was all an accident. Now she was finding out the truth. But the real truth was that Marty had totally forgotten about Bobby while he was having his cock sucked by this beautiful divorcee. He'd really forgotten the asshole was watching through the window.
"You must've planned it all between the two of you," she continued. She wasn't all that angry about the whole thing, but she was determined to get to the bottom of it.
"It was really a joke," Marty finally stammered. "Bobby wouldn't believe me when I told him we were ... lovers, and he wanted to watch, to find out for sure. But the bastard promised to just watch and not come in." Now Marty was mad and wanted nothing more than to hit his friend in the mouth.
"But, honey, I thought this was going to be a secret between the two of us," the blonde chided.
Marty felt remorse at the whole situation and, at that moment, he wished he could turn back the clock and not tell Bobby about it.
"Please don't be mad, Jane. We really didn't mean anything by it. Bobby's my best. .. friend, and...." Hearing this declaration of friendship, Bobby felt it was time to say something.
"That's right, Mrs. Reynauld," he said, choked up. "It was mostly my fault. I made Marty tell me all about it, and I begged him to let me come and watch."
Jane looked at the two boys.
"You've both been naughty, and I'm really disappointed in you, Marty. I thought you could keep a secret better than that. I do believe you deserve a little punishment for what you've done."
"Jane, I'm sorry, please ... I didn't mean it and I'll never do it again ... please."
"The truth is," the woman said severely, "the damage has already been done. And as long as you chose to include Bobby in our secret, I think we should include him all the way!"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Marty gasped, fearing the worst.
"I mean, I think I'll make it up to Bobby for being forced to stand there and watch, while I licked and sucked your cock."
Marty didn't say anything. He couldn't believe what he was hearing and he didn't know what to say. Did this woman mean she would suck Bobby's cock too? Was that the punishment she had in mind for Marty? The very idea of his friend being included made the boy squirm with resentment and anger, but he didn't dare say anything for fear of upsetting the beautiful woman.
"Let's see how you like watching," she said over her shoulder to the enraged boy as she moved closer to his best friend.
The new boy was in a state of shock. He thought this must be a dream and he couldn't believe that this naked woman meant what she said. She was going to let him be her lover? If that was so, what would Marty say? Would he get mad at both of them? Would he start a fight?
Bobby couldn't take his thoughts any farther because, in front of his eyes, stood this naked woman, and he was hypnotized by the blonde pubic mound. Jesus, her tits were so close, he could reach out and touch them-if he dared. He could see the pert nipples were hard and he could feel a cold sweat surrounding him.
"Well, Bobby, it looks as if you were enjoying what you saw," she said and smiled, looking at his bulging erection. "Did you like seeing me suck Marty's prick?"
"Yeah, well. .. well, I..."
"Sure you did, honey. You must have, because you certainly have quite a hard-on from it!" The woman was getting carried away with her own lust.
Her words made Bobby blush even more and, to his embarrassment, his prick leaped into more stiffness.
"Hey, you'd better get those pants off, before you burst right through them." Jane laughed.
Marty was speechless with rage. How could she talk like that to Bobby, using those words. He'd like to kill the bastard for horning in. He was disgusted to see his friend comply with such readiness to the woman's suggestion, and in no time at all, the boy was standing there completely naked, with his hard, throbbing boycock jutting out in front of him.
"Well, Bobby, it doesn't take you long to get ready for action!"
"Well, yeah, I... I guess not...."
Bobby thought it best not to waste any more time. If the woman meant what she said, she might also change her mind at any moment.
"Well then, come on over to the bed, Bobby darling," Jane crooned, leading the aroused boy by the hand. She was enjoying her little game, all the more because she knew too well that Marty was being cut to the quick. It'll do him some good, she thought.
She had been a little hurt by what he had done, letting Bobby spy on them, and she felt she had to get back at him if things were going to run smoothly between them. Besides that, she had to admit she was excited by the sight of the new boy's strong young cock thrusting out invitingly from his young pubic hairs. She felt a tingling deep in her loins and was beginning to be glad that things were happening this way.
"Come on up here beside me, Bobby," she suggested as she got into the bed, aware of Marty's jealous eyes burning into her.
The divorcee felt a thrill race down her spine when she felt this new adolescent body beside her and, without hesitation, she reached over and grabbed the length of his throbbing prick in her ready hand.
Bobby felt as though he had been struck by lightning as a thousand volts raced through his inexperienced body. His cock felt as if it had been jolted by an electric prod and, for a minute, he was afraid that he'd cum right in the woman's hand.
"God, what a nice cock you have," she murmured, running her fingers up and down its throbbing length. "I can't wait to feel this one up my pussy."
"What... what?" Bobby gasped, not believing what his ears had just heard. Did she really mean it? Did she really say he could put his prick up her cunt?
"Would you like that, Bobby?" she asked. "Would you like to fuck me with that beautiful prick of yours?"
Marty couldn't stand it any more. He felt tears stinging his eyes and anger knotting his stomach. It just wasn't fair... she shouldn't say things like that to someone else ... she was his lover .. . and she should only say things like that to him. And she certainly wasn't gonna let this young punk fuck her, was she? She just couldn't do that!
"Jane, I'm sorry, please, let's..." he began.
"Now, Marty, don't be selfish. Just sit back and watch like Bobby watched a while ago." She sounded almost vicious. Marty wanted to shout out his anger, but the knowledge that he was much to blame for all this kept him silent. Plus the sound of warning in Jane's voice helped maintain that silence.
The enticing divorcee was really getting wrapped up in her game. She knew it was cruel and she couldn't help it-it gave her a feeling of power to be able to manipulate two young boys. Besides, she'd make it up to Marty later.
"Now, Bobby dear, you get on top of me," she instructed the shaking young boy. "Yes, that's right, put that foot on the other side of me, straddle me like you're doing
" The excited boy did as he was told and suddenly, he didn't need any more instructions. He reached down, locking his strong fingers in the tender flesh of her full, firm breasts and clamping his lips against her half-open, searching mouth. His tongue shot between the full half-circle of her mouth and began to dance around in the inviting inner warmth while his hands frantically searched out her throbbing breasts, massaging her pink hardened nipples with his muscular finger.
Marty watched his older mistress and his pal with disgust and fury. He wished he could walk those few steps to them, push Bobby away from Jane and take his place. He wished it was him kissing and playing with her big boobs ... not that asshole Bobby. But he was powerless to do anything. Jane would really get pissed off if he butted in now. Yes, she certainly had picked a hard punishment... there could be nothing worse than having to watch her, the woman he loved and his asshole friend, Bobby.
"Now, Bobby, put your prick in your hand and guide it up my pussy," Jane said lewdly, her whole body tingling with anticipatory pleasure. She could feel the exciting sensations at the first contact of the hard, teasing cock and her moist outer vagina.
Bobby was breathless with excitement. He had to fight to keep from slamming his prick right into her, because he still thought, at any moment, someone would yell "stop," and he wondered if it would be his friend or this woman. He felt this was too good to last.
Across the room, Marty was watching with tear-filled eyes. How could he do it to me .. . my best friend and my girl? From his vantage point, he could see clearly the pink-edged outer flesh of the woman's trembling pussy and the opening of her twitching cunt. In spite of his anger, he felt himself becoming aroused. He could feel it in the region of his scrotum and in the jerking, flickerings of life in his inert prick. He moved a step closer to the bed to get a better look at the two of them fucking.
Bobby was in a state of unbearable excitement, as he hovered over the small moist opening of the woman's eagerly awaiting cunt. This was a dream come true... he was really going to fuck this beautiful woman, and it wouldn't be like that broad in the caravan. This time he could take it easy and take as long as he wanted....
He tightened his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips and surged forward with all the power in his young loins. Then he drove the swollen head of his blood-filled boycock right up into the moist canyon of Jane's eagerly receptive vagina.
"Aaaggghhh ... yyyeeesss...." the woman sighed, spreading her trembling legs farther apart and arching her back off the bed.
Bobby continued to shove his hips against her upraised pussy, plunging his pounding prick far up into the warmly clinging tunnel.
"OH, YES, darling, that's it..." she purred helplessly as shudders of pleasure ran through her and she allowed her greedy grabbing pussy to flower open to receive his pounding, slender young cock.
She moaned again as with a final lunge forward, he managed to sink his penetrating cock to the very hilt far up in her aroused and fiery belly.
At the end of the bed, Marty stood motionless, his eyes falling out of his head as he stared at the lewdly fucking couple. His anger was beginning to fade-it was still there, but not as strong. It was gradually being replaced by desire... a slow arousal which he really didn't want right then. He would have preferred the soothing comfort of his self-righteous anger. It was safer and made him feel superior as well. Instead, he was losing that crutch and realizing that he was getting excited by the sight of these two people fucking. The sight which only minutes before had infuriated him, now sent spasms of pleasure racing through his spine and his cock was getting stiffer at the sight. It was filled with the same urgent lust that was rushing through him all over. He didn't want that reaction, but he couldn't help it. Involuntarily, he moved a little closer to the bed, his eyes straining to get a better look at his friend's impaling cock burying itself to the hilt in the fleshiness of the woman's hot, wet cunt. He could see the outer edges of her flower-shaped orifice, clinging to the hard rod, just a trace of which was visible thrusting out of the blonde tangle of pubic hair.
The sounds of pleasure coming from Jane didn't help Marty either. At first they enraged him, to think she was enjoying being fucked by little Bobby. But now they began to excite him; just the idea that she was naked and flat on her back, being fucked by his best friend and moaning with animal pleasure. The whole scene titillated him in an obscene way. Again he wished that it was him positioned between her legs with his cock working its way up her pussy. But it wasn't his-it was his friend's cock, and he had to stand there watching, alone and neglected. Again he felt the surge of anger at the punishment he was undergoing. He was enduring what his friend had gone through earlier in the evening. But it was Bobby's fault to begin with, insisting on being where he wasn't wanted. Bobby broke his promise and he was getting the reward ... the supreme prize of fucking this woman! It wasn't fair!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bobby had his hot throbbing cock buried to the hilt in the softness of Jane's clinging cunt and he held it there a moment longer and then slowly began to withdraw the boyish hardness. He felt the warm inner cuntal walls sucking on his departing rod with exciting tenacity, and he stopped when the flaring head, only, was still enclosed.
Then he rammed his dick forward again, plunging it into the hungry depths, all the way up until his boyish balls were wedged tightly against the woman's upraised ass. Then he began to establish a slow in-and-out rhythm, driving his blood-filled shaft right up into her waiting belly and then pulling it out again with a swift smooth movement. He looked down at the beautiful flushed body beneath him, still hardly able to believe this stroke of good luck. He had just about forgotten his friend. He had really forgotten everything except the pleasure of his turgid, aching cock shooting into the inner depths of this woman's womb and the almost unbearable sensation which danced along his spine.
"Oh, Bobby baby, you sure know how to fuck... ."Jane mumbled through passion-clenched teeth as she swung her hips up in time to his boycock thrusts. Her head felt light and dizzy and her whole body felt filled with pleasurable feelings. She was consumed with a feeling of satisfaction from knowing she was being fucked by a boy other than Marty. She loved his slender young cock driving up into her. She enjoyed the almost painful feel of his fingers on her grinding hips. She loved the pleasure she was feeling in her body and the pleasure in knowing that Marty was watching, eaten up with envy. She didn't know why she had indulged in this game, but she was enjoying it, whatever the reason. Maybe she just wanted the sensation of having two teenage boys at odds over her favors.
With a hungry moan, she reached up and pulled the passionate youth down to meet the greedy circle of her mouth and, without hesitation, she slipped her tongue between his lips and let it flirt with his, mixing their saliva. She could feel his pounding chest hard against her firm nipples, which were digging into him like two little spears. The woman was in heaven . .. she loved it with every fiber of her being. There was no pleasure on earth like this. . . .
Marty still watched. He felt that he endured just too much and his brain was seething with desire to get his mistress back and get even with his friend. They had both let him down. He'd pay them both back-he'd make them sorry for what they'd done. But he couldn't maintain his fury for long, not when he was confronted with the sight of those two bodies fucking together in a frenzy of depraved sexual abandon.
He forgot all about revenge as he watched the hard stiff cock of his very best buddy slam into the wild orifice of Jane's wet, gyrating cunt. He couldn't think of anything except watching the two fused bodies, especially when Jane started to kiss him like that. When he saw how much she liked Bobby, Marty's feelings got the best of him.
The bitch, he thought. How can she do that? Jealousy flamed through him, making him clench his fists. She deserves everything that Larry Simon did to her!
His mind drew an image of that night when he spied through the window. He recalled the helpless crouching woman, her moans of pain and pleas for mercy. Maybe she teased him, too, and that's why he fucked her in her asshole!
As he stood thinking, a daring new idea darted through his lust-filled brain. He was thinking of a way to pay back this woman. As the idea took hold, the excitement began to mount in him and, almost without thinking, he began to climb onto the bed. His eyes were staring and he moved as though hypnotized. He knew how to pay her back!
The highly excited woman was unaware of the new movement on the bed. She was aware of nothing except the tension overtaking her body and making her moan like an erotic animal in heat. She knew it had to come to an end soon, but she wanted it to last forever, this fucking with a little boy half her age who was capable of giving her so much pleasure.
"Jane, it's me, Marty. Turn over.. . turn over now!"
The surprised woman felt as if her heart had stopped. It was Marty ... but what did he want? What did those crazy words mean?
"Marty . .. what...?" She was puzzled and tried to play for time.
"Okay, you've left me out long enough ... now I want a piece of the action, too!"
Her face turned white and she wondered if she'd heard the boy right. There was only one thing he could mean, but....
"C'mon, baby, don't keep me waiting."
Before she had time to think, Bobby was moving around and at the same time pulling her around so she was finally on top of him, face downward. Bobby had heard Marty's order and thought it best to obey.
That was exactly what had happened. Bobby, not knowing exactly what was happening, decided that he had frustrated his friend enough and was really afraid of how Marty would react if he didn't cooperate. Besides, he didn't really care what was happening as long as he could go on fucking the blonde divorcee. And the best way to insure that was to go along with whatever his friend wanted.
Marty stared at the lovely rounded buttocks directly under his gaze, and his brain etched out a picture of what he had seen the other night between her and Simon, and he reached down and began to caress the molded half-moons.
Apprehension chilled through the kneeling woman and she wanted to tell her young lover to leave her alone. But she was really afraid to do that in case he really got angry . .. there was no telling what kind of mood he was in.
Marty pulled Jane's asscheeks apart, revealing the dark sweaty crevice of her forbidden anal crack. Immediately his eyes glued onto the nether circle and, as if he were a robot, he reached out and jabbed at the puckered ring with his middle finger.
"Oh, God, no, Marty... don't... go away...." Jane sobbed, as the memory of the other night flared up inside her brain. Why was Marty doing this to her? Had he gone crazy too?
Suddenly the boy thrust his probing finger right in through the circle, ignoring her pleadings and moans of pain. He could feel her hot anal flesh closing in tightly around his screwing finger, already buried to the first knuckle.
"Aaarrggghh! Please don't, Marty. ..." the helpless woman begged, her body contorted with pain and tears glistening in her eyes. Why was he being like this? Was he paying her back with his own form of punishment? Didn't he know that she really loved him and no one else? God, why did things always have to go wrong?
The young boy continued to push his finger into her tight anal passage, then pulling it out, he watched the aperture close firmly in unyielding defensiveness.
Then, as if hypnotized, he took the fully erect length of his teenage cock in his other hand and began to guide it toward Jane's strained anal split.
A shudder of real fear raced through the crouched woman when she felt the unmistakable cockhead against her defenseless nether opening. She couldn't believe Marty was going to do that..
"Please, Marty, don't... you'll tear me apart, please...." she sobbed, trying to escape what she already knew was inevitable. Beneath her, Bobby was thrusting his boycock up into her writhing cunt and she was imprisoned by his stabbing prick.
"Shit no, I won't tear you apart... Simon didn't when he assfucked you ... he had the right idea!"
Jane's head was reeling. She never should have told him about Simon. Here was this boy fucking her ass and she herself had given him the idea by telling him about Larry Simon doing this very same thing to her. She had to stop the boy!
But it was too late!
Blinding pain surged through her belly. She tried to scream, but the sound trailed off into an obscene groan of despair. All she knew was that she felt as though she were being split in two.
"Aaaggghhh..." she managed finally to cry, "Please, Marty. Noooo...."
The sadistic boy was secretly thrilled by the woman's cries of agony. It was just like when he watched Simon assfucking her. He stared down at the protruding shaft of his cock with just the head of it buried in the tight resisting anal ring, then with a grunt he surged forward again, driving his stiff cock into the violated passage.
"Oh, God, please . .. aaarrrggghhh...." Jane moaned again, feeling herself split in two as the force of his shaft impaled her back passage. She blamed herself completely for the debasement she was suffering now. If she hadn't tormented him, this wouldn't be happening. She had brought it on herself by her terrible treatment of her young lover and he was paying her back. And she deserved it. He was having his revenge in an agonizing, humiliating way.
With an animal grunt, Marty managed to bury throbbing shaft completely to the hilt in her strained and sore rectum. He held it there, gasping for breath, feeling the tight confines of her inner walls almost choking his rod. Then he began to pull his organ out slowly, listening at the same time to the woman's cries of misery. He kept thinking that it served her right for embarrassing him in front of his friend.
Without warning, he surged forward again, sending his hard dick far into the depths of her asshole. He could feel Bobby's cock sliding against his, thrusting up into her greedy cunt from below, and without thinking, he began to fuck her ass in unison with his friend's cunt-fucking so that the two hardened young cocks plunged as one far into her twin passages, brushing and pleasuring each other through the thin dividing membrane. Drops of premature cum seeped from the tip of Marty's cock and moistened the clinging interior of her cringing anus, allowing him to swing easily in perfect timing with Bobby.
Jane was in a daze. Although the pain was beginning to clear, her brain was lacerated with debasement and unhappiness. Why did she have to endure such humiliation? Here she was sandwiched between those two teenage boys, a receptacle for their lust and anger. She counted for nothing in their eyes at the moment-just an object in which to vent their various emotions. She knew that she deserved what was happening-she had tried to play one against the other and now her lover was taking his revenge. He was paying her back for flaunting his authority in front of him. If she hadn't instructed young Bobby to fuck her right in front of Marty, this never would have happened. So she couldn't blame anyone but herself.
As the two boys continued to fuck her dual openings, the woman noticed a change taking place in her body. At first she didn't want to believe what was happening, but the truth was becoming more and more obvious. There could be no denying it. She was actually enjoying the lewd rhythmic fucking!
Yes, the depraved woman was starting to respond to the two cocks driving up her belly. Swirls of pleasure were starting in the pit of her stomach and soon her body began to churn with sensations of its own.
"Ooohhh ... hmmmmmm...." she chanted suddenly after one last attempt to resist. Then she abandoned herself completely to her lewd desires.
It was hard to say which boy was more surprised. Bobby had been astonished. He thought that Marty had cracked up. But when he realized that his friend was actually fucking Jane in the asshole at the same time he was screwing her cunt, he felt a new admiration for the boy. He sympathized with the woman's moans of pain, but he wasn't about to jeopardize his own position by doing anything about it, besides the sensation of his buddy's big hard cock rubbing against his was far-out good!
Now it was obvious that the woman was beginning to enjoy the two cocks at the same time. Bobby thought she was really incredible to enjoy being fucked in the asshole like that. As he fucked her, he couldn't help thinking what a fantastic woman she was.
Marty couldn't believe his ears either. He had started out to punish this woman and humiliate his friend, but it was backfiring. All he could think of for a moment was that she didn't act like this when Larry had been assfucking her. He couldn't understand what was happening or what change was coming over the beautiful woman. All he knew as that it was crazy being in a threesome like this, with Jane sandwiched in between him and Bobby and both of them fucking her at the same time! It was crazier than any dream he'd ever had ... but then, this woman was different from any woman he could dream up!
Jane felt that this was the moment she had waited for. She was being punished, but only because she deserved it, her masochistic instincts allowed her to enjoy it. She was being punished for letting those four boys rape her, for failing at marriage and for taking a little boy lover half her age. She accepted her punishment!
And yet, she preferred to call this punishment a pleasure. It was in a way! Even though she was almost ready to cum from the incredible experience of accommodating those two boycocks at once, she knew inside that she was also being defiled in a way she would never forget.
"Goooddd, aaahhh... yes, my sweet lovers, keep fucking me, both of you...." she gasped, all inhibition banished forever.
"Oooohhh! I'm cumming!" she cried suddenly without warning, as a spasm convulsed her writhing body, making her tremble and shake all over. Her two dilated passages clutched greedily at the young cocks thrust into them in unison.
Her head began to spin and she was hardly conscious of the twin spurting of white sticky cum into both her cock-milking channels. She was conscious of nothing but a feeling of reconciliation, helped by the security of being protected by these slim young boys in front and behind her.
Bobby and Marty both reached orgasm at the same time, their jerking bodies above and below the woman, as they shot jets of hot sticky cum into the depths of her belly.
She didn't even notice the two deflating pricks slipping wetly from her twin passages, now drenched in fresh boycum.
She sank back happily on the bed, a seductive smile around her lips, satisfied with the knowledge that she had finally solved the riddle of her unhappy experiences. She had found out her true inclination . .. and she refused to count the cost.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jane was getting ready for bed. It was after midnight. The boys had long since gone home, but the woman didn't feel tired any longer. For hours she had just sat there, going over the puzzle of her life, fitting the pieces in where she could.
She had finally figured out that she had a definite revulsion toward adult males. At least it didn't really require deep thought for her to realize that-she knew it from experience. But she had always maintained a shred of hope that the right man just hadn't come along yet.
Well, she now knew he never would. The right man had turned out to be the right boy. Depraved some might term it, but that was the way it was and she couldn't change now. However or whyever, her teenage rape experience had left her this unnatural legacy.
As she crawled beneath the sheets, she thought warmly of Marty. If it hadn't been for him, she might never have discovered this truth about herself. She might have lived her life a parody of what it could be, forever searching for something she couldn't name.
Instead she had discovered her true bent. It was a bit unnatural, granted, but people were known to have worse quirks. She wasn't harming anyone with her tastes. Actually, she was helping Marty, and even Bobby, by giving them vast sexual experience before they went out into the real world. And she would be careful not to hurt them. She knew that wouldn't happen again.
She finally felt untroubled as she snuggled down in the sheets. Life had dealt her a hard blow, but now at least she was beginning to find solid ground. She would continue to indulge her passion for young boys, and who could blame her. After all, if it wasn't for some young boys, so long ago, Jimmy Kirk and the others, she wouldn't be this way, would she? And now she wasn't sure if she wasn't downright glad that things had worked out the way they had.
Now she had Marty and, to her, life without him wasn't even worth contemplating.