In all of man's existence there is no factor which probes so deeply, which has such a long-lasting effect, and which can cause such extensive psychological upsets as sex.
As psychiatrists have learned ever since Freud, each individual reacts differently to similar experiences, depending on that person's experiences, training, education, and psychological makeup. What to one woman may be a slight sexy annoyance, to another can be enough to cause a serious mental problem.
At first evaluation, it would seem that the woman in this novel, Beth Warnick, is one of the strong ones. She has a craving for young boyflesh, and she finds it wherever she is, with the boys at this age always ready to help her in her sexual quest.
The urge by women to eat the forbidden fruits of fourteen-year-old boys is not new-it has been with us from the dawn of man. The ancient Greeks called it pedophilia, a word that literally means "lover of children." By lover of children this word means those who use children for sexual gratification.
The definition of a pedophile depends upon the definition of a child. The laws of many states define "child molesting" and related offenses like "statutory rape" to include victims up to the ages of sixteen, eighteen and even twenty-one.
Sexual involvement with a fifteen-to sixteen-year-old boy, however, usually is a different sort of activity. In fact, often it is mutually desirable, and if not, the attacker is often the victim of the overzealous young male.
No matter what the experts say about older women being attracted to young boys, it is a fact of life that is continuing. Often the problem is with both sides, but more often than not the woman is in some way trying to compensate.
The reasons for this need to compensate can be as varied as the women involved. In some cases a woman's husband will be unresponsive. Sometimes she feels she must break out of her normal sexual patterns to reassure herself that she is still attractive to males, and since she is too embarrassed to approach adult male friends, she often looks to younger boys as a source of excitement and fulfillment at the same time.
Some women get plenty of sex at home but have some other craving, some other unknown force moving them into the field of younger boys.
Such a woman is Beth Warnick. She does not actually know why she craves boys, and indeed she never finds out, but in this case we are allowed to know through secret files. Beth is a happy and terrified woman. She is ecstatic when in the thrill of a sexual conquest or climax. She is at the rock bottom of despair the next hour when she realizes what she has done.
Beth is a strong willed person. She also is enticingly built and has no trouble luring teenagers into her fold. After her flings, her own private hell begins.
There is no end to the variety and scope of her quest for sex with boys. It varies from a mountain top to her own back yard, but along the way, trouble pops up to distort and to taint most of her escapades.
Beth does not try to reason it out completely. She does not realize why, and by the end of the book the reader is satisfied that she never will ... he hopes.
This is a book with a case study of a woman who simply couldn't leave young boys alone, and the strange and revealing answer about her own individual "why," and how it had affected her and would continue to do so for the rest of her life.
This book is not intended to be pure fiction. Rather it is a study of a woman who has a problem, but at the same time it gives the reader a small game.
Problem: As you read, discover what Beth Warnick's past is and decide how she will deal with it.
Any psychologist will be fascinated with Beth. She is all woman, yet with tinges of characteristics that will leave you guessing, right up to the last half of the last chapter. We challenge you not to read ahead!
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Beth Warnick stood behind the counter at the Tip Top trying to get the serving area cleaned up. It was eleven twenty-five and they closed in five minutes. But she couldn't take her eyes off the couple in the back booth.
Sure they were just kids, maybe fifteen, but that boy really knew what he was doing. He had made their Cokes last for almost an hour, and his hand had worked up her leg so neatly, so slowly, and now Beth could almost hear the little twat panting. The kid's hand was under her dress and Beth could guess just how far her legs were spread.
The thought made Beth reach down and scratch her crotch. No one else could see behind the counter, and it did give her a little jolt. Then the girl groaned so loud Beth could hear. She had her eyes closed and her body shook once.
Beth knew damn well the kid had his finger on her clit, or maybe his fingers up her cunt. The nerve of that guy, right here in a public place! Somebody should teach that little prick a lesson. She moved almost before she knew what she was going to do.
Beth marched around the counter and straight for the back booth. There was no one else in the place. Helen, the other clerk, had asked to leave early and Beth would clean up and close up as usual. She stood over the young couple now and saw them straighten up a little, move apart.
She stared at the girl. "You're real proud of yourself right now, little girl, letting this guy rub you off that way right in public? Oh, I saw what was happening."
Before she could say anything else the girl darted out of the booth and ran for the front door. Beth watched her go, knew she couldn't catch her, then sat down in the place where she had been, trapping the boy.
"You probably got your rocks off, too, huh?" she asked.
He was sweating, scared right down to his balls. She watched him, not fifteen, maybe fourteen. He shivered.
"Hey, you ain't gonna call the cops or anything, are you?"
"I should. You trying to use this place as a cat house, a place to finger fuck your girl? I should call the Juvies, let them put you in the home for a while."
"Yeah, but you won't." He got braver. "You can't prove anything. It's just your word against mine."
"I sure as hell can keep your ass out of this place from now on, you like that?"
"Lots of Coke joints."
"Yeah, name two you can walk to." She waited. Beth realized he was a very good-looking boy, blond hair, a round face and with clear skin. His eyes were blue and his hair was not too long. His clothes looked expensive, even for a teenager.
When he didn't name any other eateries, she laughed. "So you're stuck with the good old Tip Top." She smiled at him. "Look, I don't want to be too hard on you. Know what I mean? But I can't let you guys get the idea you can bring some little cunt in here and finger fuck her. Doesn't that make sense?"
"Yeah, I guess, but I didn't plan on...."
"She's a pushy broad, I guess. Pushed your hand right under her dress?"
He grinned, shook his head.
She relented. "Look, I'm tired. You help me clean up this rat's nest and we'll forget about the whole thing, okay?"
"Sure, sure, just tell me what to do."
She looked at the clock, eleven thirty-one.
"Go snap the night latch on the front door and turn over the sign to say 'Closed.' "
He scooted out of the booth and ran to the front door. For a minute she thought he was going to run away like the girl did. He shrugged and fixed the door and came back.
"Now what?" he asked standing in front of her.
She ignored him, and turned out the front lights, then the ones over the booths. Work lights on the counter left enough light to see for the cleanup. She looked at him now. He was two inches shorter than her five-feet-eight, and slender with shoulders that would fill out beautifully. He had a grin and seemed honestly ready to go through with the bargain.
"We don't have to mop out, but everything else. Get the rest of those dishes washed and put in the steam cabinet."
He dived into the work and she cleaned up the fountain and the small grill and had it done about the time he did. She surveyed the area, moved two jars of pickles into the refrigerator and turned off the coffee pot, dumping it out and rinsing it.
"That does it out here, now let's take a look at the outback."
As they went through the kitchen into the small storage room, she killed the last of the lights. The storage area had little to take care of, just straightening some stock on the shelves. It was done. She looked at the cot they had wheedled the boss into buying so one of the girls could lie down for a while if she got sick or too tired.
Beth went and sat down on the cheap sofa then pointed to the spot beside her. The kid frowned, then shrugged and sat down.
This one was very big on shrugging, she decided. "Now, I want you to promise that you won't ever bring a girl in here again and start petting her. I don't want your hand on her tit or under her dress, understand?"
He nodded, a grin spreading on his face.
"Why the silly grin?"
"Just, that ... well, you don't mind using the right word, in the right place, like finger fuck."
"Well, that's what you were doing, wasn't it? You had your fingers inside her panties, rubbing her cunt?"
He laughed again, nodded.
"And you found her clit and made her climax. Did you shoot your prick's load into your drawers then,too?"
"Yeah, wild, it felt wild."
"With that tiny-titted little bitch?"
"They felt big enough outside."
"Anything feels good, goddamn it, to a hot prick." Beth felt her own breasts aching. She knew they were getting hot, wanting some attention. Her thirty-eight-inchers had taken a lot of pawing and petting in their day. She should show the kid some real tits.
"Look, I don't mean to run down your little friend, but she's just a little girl, her tits are only half grown. When she gets to be eighteen, her old knockers will be grown up." She smiled looking at his pants for any bulge.
"What's your name?"
"Harold. Call me Hal."
"My name is Beth. Hal, have you ever fucked a girl?"
"Hell yes."
"Hal, I'm not one of the boys. I'm asking you true. Have you ever had your prick up a cunt and climaxed?"
He laughed nerviously. "You won't tell anybody?"
"Of course not."
"Well, not really. I shot my load between a girl's thighs one night, but I never got her panties off."
"That's just jacking off. Don't count." She watched him closely, then.
"One more question, Hal. Have you ever seen any real live, grown up, bare tits?"
"Almost. My sister was feeling sexy one night, but she wouldn't let me see."
"Want to see a pair of beauties right now?"
He shot a glance at her breasts, covered by her white nylon waitress uniform. Hal's eyes went back up to hers.
"You mean it? I mean right here, right now?"
"Unless your mother will be worried about why you're staying out so long." She grinned. "You mean your tits?" She nodded.
"Yeah, oh, damn but I would like to see them! Bet you're at least thirty-six inches. The guys were guessing one day...."
She laughed. "Keep them guessing. So you want to see Beth's boobies, huh? What are you going to do to make me want to show them to you?"
He frowned. "Like what?"
"What did you do to make your girl let you get your hand up her cunt?"
He nodded. "Oh, I see. I kissed her."
"That's a good start, Hal." She moved over closer to him. "You might try some of that kissing stuff. Every girl likes to be kissed, romanced a little. We don't go for that 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am,' stuff."
He leaned toward her, found her lips and kissed her. He pulled away and looked at her.
"Like that?"
"Yeah."
"Come here." She caught his mouth with hers, jammed her tongue against his lips, then his teeth forcing his mouth open and pushed her fire-darting tongue deep into his mouth. Beth let her tongue come back slowly, urging his to follow her. A moment later it did, and as he tongued her, she took one of his hands and put it on her breast. When they came apart a minute later, Beth was starting to breathe heavier. She saw a lump behind his zipper now and smiled.
"Now that, Hal is the way to kiss a girl when you're trying to get your finger up her cunt. It's called tongue kissing, Frenching, spit-swapping and fuck kissing. Like it?"
She hadn't taken his hand off her tit. She looked down. "Don't let your hand grow fast there, honey. Move it around a little. Rub the merchandise; see if it's soft enough."
He grinned at her, nodded and began.
"Let's try that fuck kissing again, you might talk me into showing you some titties yet." The next kiss was longer, and his tongue did the work. As he did his other hand came up to claim her second breast and she heard him groan softly. She pulled away from him and checked his prick. The long lump was bigger now. She reached over and patted it.
"Got something growing there. Every boy should have one. How long is he?"
"I don't know."
"Come on, every kid your age uses a ruler every time he gets hard just to measure his cock. How long?"
"Five inches."
"Good, I'm glad you didn't say eight, I would have made you prove it to me. Rub harder."
He laughed and did, then she told him to unbutton the front of her uniform. It had buttons to the waist, then a zipper up one side. When he had the nylon uniform open, she spread it back so he could see her bra.
"This much tit you can't let wobble around without some support," she said. "If I did my tits would be sagging down to my cunt in no time, like the old women you see in Africa when you scour the National Geographic for naked women."
She rubbed his hot cock again through his pants.
"Hal, I don't think this is fair, me showing you my boobies, and you not showing anything." She left it hanging there. He looked at her, then looked down.
"I could take off my shirt," he said, and grinned. Then his hand went to his pants and he unzipped them all the way.
Beth nodded. "That's what I like, a smart kid." She patted the lump again through the open zipper, then reached behind her, shrugging the nylon uniform off her shoulders and unhooked her bra.
Hal watched it like an eager spider about to capture an elusive fly. His mouth came open, eyes staring at the loosened bra.
"Do you think you could get my bra out of the way, Hal?"
He nodded, one hand reaching up. He pulled the bra a little until the large swell of her breasts showed. Beth felt her tits pound harder with fresh blood. She was sure that her nipples were hard and extended, rising up to a full half inch to welcome this new visitor. She willed him to pull her bra off, all the way.
His hand tugged again and she opened her arms letting the straps come free and suddenly the big bra was in her lap. Jutting free of their prison, her thirty-eight-inch tits swayed into the open. They were heavily nippled with large brown areolas two inches across. There was no sag; they thrust out proud and wiating for action.
"Holy hot damn!" Hal breathed. His eyes went wide with amazement. He looked up at her, then down at her twin peaks and he shook his head. "I thought girls had them like that only in Payboy magazine." He blinked his eyes closed and then open and she laughed. "Damn, they're all real. Some of the guys bet that you wore falsies."
"A girl wears falsies so she can get better fucking. I don't need them."
He sat there, staring, his eyes going up one side and down the other, stopping at her nipples which were swollen and eager to be petted.
She reached between his legs and fished through his open fly, got inside his pants and grabbed his hard cock.
"Hey, easy! I'm kinda close!"
"Well, we want to save it all. You pull him out, and then we'll let him relax a minute."
Hal's hand did the job, and Beth looked down at his prick, five turgid inches as advertised, purple-pointed and red-necked, vanishing into his pants. She wondered if he had much pubic hair.
Hal moved a little closer to her breasts and she grinned.
"Go ahead, touch them, they won't break."
He did, one hand, touched and pulled back. He looked at her. "So warm, it's warm, and soft!"
"What did you expect, a cold, frozen ice cream cone?"
They both laughed and he reached out again, his hand touching her breast, then moving over and around it. He squeezed gently.
"Oh, yes, I like it."
"Your nipples are so hard, so tall."
"You made them do it, Hal. They do that when somebody fuck kisses me and pets my boobies. They like it."
He played with the nipple, tweaking it back and forth, then rubbing it and watching it throb. She leaned back against the wall, letting him move both hands over her boobs, massaging them, stroking them, playing with the nipples as the heat built up and up inside Beth.
"Hal, honey, would you like to kiss them?"
"Huh? Kiss them? Could I?"
"Please, they'd like it."
As he kissed her tits, she reached for his cock and held it gently. But all of a sudden he began to hump his hips.
"Oh, damn, I'm cumming. I can't stop it this time!"
She pushed off the couch, turned on her knees in front of him, frantically scrabbling for his spasming hard-on, and just before the first shot of cum squirted out his prick, she had her lips around him to suck up the milky hot jism, pulling hard at his cock for the next jolt of juice. He hardly noticed her lips around his cock. All Hal could think to do was hump his hips forward, to jolt the seed as far as possible in the primitive thrusting action that perpetuates the race. At the last thrust he blinked and looked down, saw her head at his hips and yelped in surprise when he realized his cock was in her mouth.
"Oh, for-I mean you really took my prick in your-Wow, I've never even dreamed anything like that before! Now it's happened!"
She licked the last cum drops from his still pulsing cock and grinned up at him. "Bet your little girl friend didn't do that for you, did she?"
He could only shake his head, still amazed.
"How ... I mean what does it taste like?"
"You've never jacked off in your mouth? I thought all kids did that. At least taste some of your own cum next time you beat your old meat in the bathroom at home. Taste? To me it is a glorious taste, a little salty, kind of musky, a little like a good parsnip, I think."
He laughed. "Parsnips? You ever push one of those up your cunt in a pretend fuck?"
Beth laughed, too. "I think so. I've had up there from candles to broomsticks, I guess, at one time or another, mostly when I left home and was living alone, before I was married.
"You married now?"
She nodded.
He tensed.
"Don't worry, I never get home on time and he never worries about me."
"I sure would."
"Well, thank you, Hal. You're sweet. And your cum is sweet, too. Now please, pet my boobies some more, they feel left out."
He moved back to them, his lips closing around one and both hands on the other. He chewed and petted and Beth felt her crotch start to juice up.
Damn, she was getting hot. Jonas had put his meat to her good just that morning, but she sure as hell had a hot cunt tonight again.
He kept at her breasts, shifted his mouth to the other one, and as he did, she caught one of his hands and pushed it down between her legs.
"Honey, kind of rub down there would you? It sure would feel good."
He looked at her and grinned, as his hand snaked down to her crotch and under the hem of the knee-length nylon uniform. He pulled it up around her waist, and his fingers explored her inner thigh.
They were like twin rakes of fire moving toward her secret heartland, like two dynamite fuses snaking toward the case of TNT that would set off the whole powder magazine. When they hit her crotch and the thin pantyhose over her twat, she moaned.
"Oh, lordy, Hal But you've got educated fingers. Is that what you did to that little pussy tonight? Damn, I see how you got your finger up her juicy twat. Rub it, darling, rub my cunt and make it want to cum."
But he couldn't find the right spot. She cursed the pantyhose, and at last pushed his hand away. "I've got too damn many clothes on; help me out of this fucking dress."
He did, assisting as she took it off over her head. Now all she wore was the thin pantyhose. He marveled again at her tits, kissed them both again, then put his hands back to her cunt. She watched him rubbing her, then reached out and kissed him.
"Darling, I think you'd better take off my pantyhose so you can find my little cunt bird with your finger. Then I want you to get a hard-on again so you can fuck me.
CHAPTER TWO
Hal looked up at her and grinned. She was serious. This grown woman was not joking, she wanted him and his five-inch prick to fuck her. TO FUCK HER! For a moment he couldn't believe that he had heard right. But she would be bare assed naked with her pantyhose off and she had let him do everything else. Her damn cunt must want some action too. Jeez, he hoped he had some cum left. He'd shot twice already in the past half hour. He'd draw it out for a while, get some more cum in the old tubes.
She lifted her round little ass then and he realized what a tall, well built woman she was. She was taller then he and weighed more, but all shapely and fucking good woman.
"Darling, just pull them straight down off my hips, that's the way. Then roll them down and pull them off my toes." She waited while he did it keeping her legs tightly closed. When he finished she spread her legs and showed him her red pussy lips, vibrating, juicy, just waiting for him.
"Like the looks of that, Hal? That's grown woman's cunt, all ready to be cock-fucked by a man like you. Want a little chunk of that action?" She moved her hips so her pussy swished back and forth.
"Want to see how that swing would work in your back yard? Like to throw your old cock into that cunt and see who comes out on top?" She lay on her back on the couch now and held out her arms to him. She was naked, every feature of her beautiful body open for him to see, to revel in, to be amazed at. He was surprised the way her tits squished down into themselves when she lay on her back. They weren't nearly so long.
And her hips, her soft black cunt hair and that pussy, a beautiful red eye winking at him, urging him onward, downward, INWARD!
"Darling just lie down on top of me, it isn't hard. I'll help you all I can, and that's a fucking lot!"
They both laughed. "Darling, don't you want to take off your clothes?"
He shook his head. "If I have to leave in a hurry, I don't want to run out without my pants."
"You won't have to leave until you want to. Both doors are locked and nobody is expected." She saw the firm set of his jaw. "Darling, that's fine, however you want it. Just push your pants and your shorts down a way, you have to have some room to get into the old cunt hole."
He did as sshe suggested, then lay down on her. His mouth went around a tit.
"Hey, that comes later. You hard again?"
He showed her that he was. She grinned. "Yeah, that's the way. Now just nose him down between my legs and push it forward until you find a good hole."
He did, but hit nothing but her leg. She shifted a little and he pushed again, this time he felt her cunt hairs. They both laughed. Beth put her hands down and guided his turgid cock and a moment later it hit a soft, yielding spot. Hal stopped.
"Is that the place?"
"Fucking right!" she said.
He pushed harder, then came out a ways and pushed again. This time her lubrication gushed out and covered him and his cock slid into her in one long steady stroke.
Beth groaned. It felt so damn good. Twice, three times as thrilling as when Jonas screwed her. Why? She had no idea. She leaned up and kissed the boy's lips and he grinned.
"Does it hurt?"
"No, of course not. It's the greatest feeling in the world."
"No lie?"
"No lie. You like it when you climaxed. Getting fucked is helping a man to climax, it's having the joy of a man saying good things to you, kissing you, petting you, rubbing your tits and then entering you. After that a woman still has the joy of climaxing to look forward to. Fucking is about the best thing that ever happens to most women."
"Even you?"
"Especially me. I was tired enough to shit when it was almost closing time. Now I'm on top of the damn world, just because you're on top of me and your sweet, long, thick hot cock is up my twat."
"I guess you like it. Doesn't your husband fuck you?"
"Sure, this morning before he went to work he decked me in the kitchen, threw down my panties and fucked me twice on the kitchen floor. I loved it. But this is even better. You know why?"
He shook his head.
"Because the last fuck is always the best ever."
"How many times you been fucked?"
She laughed. "One thousand, four hundred and thirty-eight, no, thirty-nine counting this time."
"No lie? You keep track like that?"
"I just made it up, the number because I like to fuck. Which is what you should be doing. Jam it in and out of my old cunt like you really mean it. Do it like you do when you fuck your pillow at night."
"You know about that?"
"All boys do soon or later. Now shut up and fuck!"
He did. His hips kept pumping at her, and for a moment she wondered if she had taken him too fast since the last one, but soon she felt his rhythm pick up and his breath come hotter and faster on her cheek. Soon he was rutting and grunting and when he exploded this time his little cock nailed her ass to the couch with five long hard strokes that ended each with a hot spurt of cum which she felt. It had been a long time since she'd felt cum in her twat like that.
She tried to come up to meet him, but his slashing stroke drove her ass back to the couch each time until he fell on her with the final thrust and lay there, panting, not able to speak, gasping in enough air to replace the surging power that had left his body.
Her arms came around him protectively. He lay there for five minutes, then stirred and blinked as he looked at her.
"Damn, it wasn't a dream. I really did fuck you."
"The best fuck I've ever had," she said quietly and he nodded and put his head down on her big tits and went to sleep.
She grinned and woke him five minutes later. His cock came out of her and she rolled him off.
He woke up and sat on the edge of the couch, not bothering to pull up his shorts or pants.
"Hey, Hal, you better get your pants on. Time to go." She had pulled on her pantyhose, her bra and the nylon dress and fastened it. She collected her purse from the hook by the back dooor and came back to the couch. He was just putting his pants on.
"Past your bed time."
He nodded. Then he looked at her tits, reached out and rubbed one through her bra. "Damn, real live woman tits."
She stopped him. "Hal, I want you to forget all about this. I mean that it was me. We can never do anything like this again, and if you so much as suggest it, I'll accuse you of everything including mass murder. Do you understand?"
He nodded. He damn well did. He didn't want any problems with the Juvies, and she could cause him big ones.
"Now remember, you can come into the Tip Top, but no funny stuff, and no talking with the boys about me. That's very important. It could cost me my job, Hal. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"
He shook his head. She opened the back door, asked him how far away he lived. When he said a mile and a half, she insisted that he get into her car and let her drive him home. He was so late now that his parents would be mad.
Hal didn't bother telling her that his parents had been dead for five years. His older sister took care of him, and she didn't give a fuck when he came in. Just so he delivered his damn newspapers and paid his half of the rent and food.
When Beth got home that night she sat in the driveway for a few moments thinking back over the past hour. Damn, but she had put her foot in it that time. That kid could bleed her dry if he tried. He could threaten to go to the cops. He'd have her left tit in a wringer and he could tell her what to pay, how to act. But he wouldn't try. In the first place he didn't know he could. In the second place he didn't seem to be that pushy a kid. She sighed and got out of the car. Well, it was all over. She probably wouldn't see him again, and if she did she'd cut him off so quick he'd think it was all one of his wet dreams.
She let herself into the locked house and eased into the bathroom. Jonas was sleeping quietly on the big bed. He wore his shorts to bed. She couldn't change this habit from his Army days. Now she didn't even try. She washed up, then decided on a quick shower and then got into bed. His hand came out automatically and rubbed her tits. Jonas always did that before he went to sleep. By now it must be some sort of reflex action with him. Beth wondered if she should reach over and play with his cock, just to compare the two, but decided against it. Her cunt felt strangely satisfied, at least for the rest of the night.
She didn't think she would be able to go to sleep, but two minutes later her eyes fell shut and she drifted off.
The next morning Jonas didn't wake her. He fixed his own breakfast and left for work. His short note on the blackboard said only: "See ya tonight." She went back to bed for another half hour, then crawled out about nine o'clock. She had another shower, and ended with a cold tingling one that left her skin feeling vibrant and alive.
She remembered her fling with the kid, and now it seemed so outrageous that she could hardly believe it. She walked around the bedroom nude for half an hour. She wished she had the kind of a house where she could do the housework nude. One summer they had gone to a nudist camp three times, and she enjoyed it. Sure the men said nice things about her body, but mostly it was just fun in the sun, no sex, she never saw a hard-on in the whole place, just lots of nice long swaying pricks and balls, and enough tits to stock a dairy. But it had been fun.
She walked down the hall and scooted across where the front door window showed. In the kitchen she left the drapes pulled over the window to the side yard and looked out the sink window into the back yard. That was safe enough. Someone would have to stretch up and look over the backyard fence then stare in the patio window so they could see her. That was fair.
She hummed as she turned on the news and fixed breakfast. She didn't have to be to work until three, so it gave her a nice long morning and half the afternoon. She thought about Hal again and before she realized it she was rubbing her breast. It glowed warm and responded so quickly she pulled her hand away. If she were going to walk around cunt-naked, she'd have to make up some rules. She brought her long bath robe from the closet and draped it over the kitchen stool. If someone came to the front door she'd put that on. Otherwise, it was houswork as usual.
She had a load of washing to do, but that was in the garage. She peeked out the door and saw that the big door was closed. The one window had a thin curtain over it, so she had another safe room. This was wild. She'd always thought about doing it but never got around to it before. The washing machine cooperated by running, and she went back in the kitchen to finish her breakfast. When she sat down in the maple chair at the table she yelped in surprise. The damn thing was so cold it gave her a jolt. After she had breakfast cleaned up, she swept the floor, and then looked in the big living room. It was about sixteen by twenty-four and had a fireplace at one end and an eight foot sliding glass window. No one was looking. She walked to the window and pulled the drapes. Now she had the whole damn house nude proof! She could swing her tits and bounce her sweet ass all over the house and not worry about anything.
Beth settled down to cleaning the living room, then the bedroom, and was almost done when the doorbell rang. She headed for the door and had almost reached for the handle when she remembered she wasn't dressed. She laughed and scooted into the kitchen for her robe.
It was someone looking for handouts for the disable vets thrift store. She told him she didn't have any, and suppressed a wild thought to let one boob slip out of her robe. She closed the door and grinned. This naked-at-home game had so many possibilities! She finished her cleaning, and had a light lunch, then went into the bedroom and lay down on the bed, still naked. It was all she could do to keep from thinking about Hal and the fun time they had last night.
CHAPTER THREE
When Hal got out in front of his house he waved at Beth and watched her drive away. He couldn't believe her, a grown woman going down and sucking his prick, then letting him undress her and fucking her. Actually climaxing inside her cunt! He shook his head and went into the apartment, locking the door after him.
When he came out of the bathroom he wore only his shorts and on the way by his sister's bedroom, he heard her turn over in her sleep. Her door was open. Her name was Marsha, and she was twenty. She'd been married once for almost a year, but was divorced now and working in a bank. Hal peeked in the door and saw his sister lying on her back, a thin little nightie on. He stared hard but couldn't see her tits. Carefully he turned on the hall light. Back at her door he could see her plainly now, her two tits bulging up from her nightie. His prick jerked, growing instantly hard. He could take a closer look. Hal slipped out of his shoes and moved into her room, along the dresser then to the bed where the hall light shone on half her body.
He sucked in a quick silent breath as he saw her, almost naked, lying there. She had a beautiful body. Smaller than Beth's but delightful.
He walked closer. She stirred, moving her hand from her chest throwing it to one side. Hal stood over her then, looking down at her tits, at the swatch of brown fur over her pussy. Her cunt had been fucked lots of times. He reached out to touch her breasts. What if she woke up?
He'd tell her he just got fucked. His hand went down and brushed softly her arm, then over to her side and at last stroked up toward her tit. A smile came over her face and she mumbled something, then smiled again. His hand closed around her tit, and Marsha kept smiling. He left it there. Then when she didn't move, he began to rub it. As Hal did, he watched her nipple and sure enough, it did get bigger, stand taller. He pulled at it and Marsha laughed softly, still sleeping. He bent to kiss her. breast when she moved again, scaring him, but she only drew up her knees and slowly spread them wide.
Hal looked at her crotch, her wide open pussy, and shivered. He stroked her cunt lips for just a minute then he turned and walked softly out of the room. She wanted it! She wanted to get fucked. Of course, when she woke up it would be different, but right then she sure was looking for cock in her juicy hole.
Hal lay in bed for half an hour thinking about it. His wild fuck with Beth, and the feel of his sister. That had been a night to remember. He wondered if he could do any good with Beth again? She seemed more than eager to fuck, even to show him how, and she had sucked him off! Damn. Hal went to sleep still smiling.
Beth didn't think about Hal again until it was eleven-thirty that night and closing time. This time there were five couples in the Tip Top. Helen stood at the door, letting them out, but no one else came in. Hal had been here last night at this time. Beth snorted, she'd never see him again, scared the shit right out of him. She grinned, and began cleaning up the fountain side. She was almost done when Helen got the last customer out the front door, locked it and turned off the outside lights and most of the inside ones.
"Another day, another half a dollar," she said, slumping against the counter. "Beth, don't you ever get tired of this rat race? I mean you got a man who's working. Why not stay at home and take care of him twice a day to keep him happy to support you?"
"I tried it. You know, I felt like a whore?"
"You really did?"
"Sure as hell. I mean we don't have no kids, and we just fuck for fun, right? For kicks. What do the whores do? They fuck for fun and for money. So I was, too. Getting my three meals a day and a new dress now and then, but most whores had it better than I did. So I decided to go to work so I could have some good clothes, too."
"You could have worked a little during the day, you know, picked up some extra money taking on some Johns around your neighborhood."
"Then I would be a real whore, and I'd be damn near dead. If Jonas ever caught me fucking around, he'd break me in half. Really, he said he'd kill me if I ever fucked anybody else."
"Yeah, but he plays around, I'll bet."
"I don't think so. He screws me regularly, and if he didn't, then I'd start to worry."
"Kidding yourself, kid," Helen said. She was heavy, about forty-five years old and had one boy left at home, the rest of her kids and her husband had moved on. She needed the job.
Beth shrugged. "Let's close up; there's a late show on TV I want to see."
At home Beth tried to watch the show, but it wasn't that good. She went to bed beside Jonas and lay there thinking. Why had she taken on Hal that way? Did she think she had missed or was missing something in life? She didn't see how. She had finished high school, taken a year of community college work before she quit to marry Jonas. They had been a steady duo ever since, almost fourteen years. It was her lack that made it impossible for them to have kids. She'd wanted to adopt one, but Jonas said he didn't rent kids, if they had one, it would be one of their own. They tried for three years, went to doctors, she quit work to try to relax, Jonas had his sperm count made and it was much higher than normal. Somehow she just couldn't conceive. So they gave up. The doctor said a lot of times when the stopped trying to have a kid so hard, that they would have one. But it didn't work for them that way. Now she was thirty-four and Jonas was thirty-six.
He was in heavy construction, did mostly bridges and highways, and hadn't missed a day's work in ten years. She drifted to sleep.
When she woke in the morning she felt hot, worked up. She looked over at Jonas and saw he had one hand on her tits and his other one at her crotch, with one finger strumming her clit, the other jammed into her stick-wet cunt hole.
"How about a good fast fuck, baby?" he said.
Before she could even nod, he'd thrown back the covers and plowed into her pussy. She gasped and screeched in a quick sudden pain as he pulled some hairs, then it was past and he humped her hard until he climaxed.
Jonas left her on the bed as he took a fast cock and hand wash, then he dressed.
"Don't bother with breakfast, pretty," he said. "I'll grab some coffee down the line. Take care of things for me, and I'll see you when you get home tonight."
That was when she realized again how fleeting their contact was any more. She was home when he was working. He got home when she started the second half of her work day. She should get on a day shift somewhere, some fancy restaurant where she could be a waitress and get big tips. She could take a few pinches on the butt for a three-dollar tip.
That afternoon about five she saw him.
Hal came to the counter and ordered a Coke. She rattled the glass as she drew it from the fountain stand, and almost spilled it when she set it down in front of him. He gave her fifteen cents and grinned. Her nervousness vanished and she let a coolness drift in. He was just another customer.
"Hi, Hal. Ever see that little girl friend of yours?"
"Naw, no more. She got scared the other night. You won't see her around here no more."
She had wanted to ask if she'd see him any more, but she didn't. She let her eyes feast on his clean young body as she went down the counter. She stopped and stared at him. He was nothing special, just another teenaged boy. She saw them every day in here, hundreds of them sometimes, after a basketball game. They were all the same, loud, brassy and crude. About half the little bastards were trying to feel up some girl. He'd buy her a shake or a hamburger and think it gave him tit privileges.
"I said I'd like the number two dinner, with salad," the man at the counter repeated. "Miss?"
"Oh, yeah, number two with grass," she said flashing him a smile and turning so he could see her bustline profile for just a moment before she went to turn in the order. Hell, if you got them, use them, that was what the girl in college said when they were talking about big tits one day. The girl had a thirty-nine measurement and admitted that she had used silicone:
"A girl is crazy these days to walk around with a thirty-four inch bustline. For a few hundred dollars she can be a thirty-eight and take her pick of the men. So they sag in twenty years, I'll have it stashed away in the bank by then." Beth grinned and went back to work. She hadn't stashed any away, but at least she had security. Jonas was a tit man, she knew that from the start and on thenfirst date he told her so and got his hands under her sweater. She had played him just right and got a ring on her finger before she let him get his cock up her cunt. She had been lucky.
Then it was eleven-thirty, and Helen was rushing the last few drinkers out the front door. She came over to Beth. "All out but one kid. Says he's sixteen and wants to fill out an application for work. That's your department, night manager. I'm going home."
When Helen was out the back door, Beth locked it, then turned off the lights and hurried Hal through the kitchen and into the back where no one could see him. She finished the cleanup in front and went back to the couch. Hal was sitting there watching her.
"You really don't want to apply for a job, do you?"
"Seemed like a good idea. I can work part time after school."
"Forget it, we got a man who cleans up early in the morning." She sat down beside horn. "Damn, but I'm tired."
He reached out and touched her breast, then began rubbing it through her uniform.
"Hal, don't do that. I'm not in the fucking mood."
He went right on rubbing and she grinned. "Damn it, Hal, you get to a girl in a rush, don't you? You hoping to mess around a little?"
His fingers opened the buttons on her uniform, pushed inside and played with her bra.
She sighed. "Yeah, you're hoping to get fucked." She sighed again. "I'm tired, Hal, I told you that. If you can get me into the idea of fucking in five minutes, you got a deal. Otherwise, we're both going home."
"Five minutes? Lots of time," he said.
Now her uniform front was open to the waist and his arms went around her inside, unhooking her bra so his hands could play with her boobies. She sensed the warmth building, but was sure it wouldn't work fast enough. He opened his fly and pulled out his cock.
She gave a little cry when she saw his throbbing bone and caught it with one hand, jacking it back and forth six times, then stopping, watching it jerk and surge. She put her hands lower to his balls and felt them with just a little hair coming along.
Beth wasn't sure when the sex beat out the tired, but suddenly she was hot. He had pushed the uniform off her shoulders and taken off her bra and was sucking hard on her breast when she bent and kissed his lips.
"You win," she said. Only this time I want you bare assed and raw."
She helped him undress, kissing his shorts off, sucking on his cock for just a minute, so it wouldn't explode. They lay together on the couch and he grinned.
"You're fun to play with, you know that? And to fuck. How long has this been going on?"
She laughed. "Did you know there are sixty-four basic fucking positions?"
"Sixty-four? You've got to be joking."
"No lie, sixty-four. Of course, some of them are variations. Which kind do you want tonight?"
"You pick one."
She lay back on her back, then got up and put him down on his back.
"No hold your prick straight up." She got up on her feet straddled his slender body, and holding herself up with her hands, began to move and adjust her body so her cunt came directly over his stiff cock. She sensed the right place and lowered an inch, making contact. Again Beth moved slightly, then let her body weight go down, and she ate up his prick in her juicy cunt.
"Hey, no lie, I'm in you?"
"Up to your fuzzy balls, Hal," she said. She lifted now and then dropped down, lifted and dropped until he made a strange face.
"Damn, but that gets me going in a rush. I'm almost ready to cum!"
Then he blasted into her, strange from this angle and she bounced down on him harder. When he had finished, she backed a little and twisted, then a moment later lay flat on top of him, his cock still up her pussy hole. "Like that?"
"Yeah, yeah. Wild, the craziest."
"Good, now rub me off. Your finger on my clit. I ever show you that?"
He shook his head. She took his hand, worked it between their bodies to her cunt and above, found the sensitive node.
"Put your finger right there, feel that little hard place?"
He nodded.
"Just start rubbing it back and forth with your finger." He tried. "No, higher, so it feels more solid. There, that's it. Oh, darling that is it. Yes! That's sensitive like your penis. The harder you rub, the hotter I get until I explode and cum all over the place."
"No lie? That I want to see."
She lay there panting and wanting to hit the roof. Her temperature kept rising, as his finger did the work. At first she thought she was on fire, then the steam put out the fire and she expanded until she knew she would burst. When the first faint traces of a rumble began, Beth didn't know if she could stand it or not. It felt like such a cunt blower of a climax.
Then she was over the top and her body shook with an intensity that made Hal wonder what was happening. Her knees drew up, and her hands clawed at the couch, then wound around the boy and crushed him to her as the spasms tore through her one after another.
Her mouth opened and her panting turned into a moaning, then she screeched in a low mournful tone that left her unsatisfied. When the dam broke and she billowed over the far side and rushed down with the raging water, she knew she would fall, but never expected it to be so far down. She dropped and kept on going until she thought she had fallen off the edge of the universe. She had. The sky turned black, strange white-hot objects slashed and whizzed by her. She seemed to be suspended, hung out there in the blackness and nothing would make things brighter.
"Damn, my finger is tired. My hand's about ready to fall off."
The words made no sense, total gibberish. She fell again, downward, back into the water and miraculously she floated, the water quieted and she came to rest at the edge of a small flower-covered shore where there was music and singing, laughter and food.
"I've never seen anything like that before."
More words, unrelated, nonsensical.
When the fantasy bubble burst, she wanted to close her eyes and keep it, to stay there, but she was back to reality. She lay sweating on the bed, the couch. The boy was beside her now, his hand just coming from between them, his face filled with quickly relived anguish.
"Goddamn, but you sure did explode," the boy said.
She smiled and nodded, her head still not pasted back together. She wouldn't be whole for ten minutes. She knew it simply took her a while. She was totally at his mercy, if only he knew it. The experience was so intense, so sharp, so wonderful that it simply reduced her physical ability to zero.
He sat up and played with her tits. At least that was normal, and it still felt good. She could recover yet. He said something and she frowned, looked up at him. The words came again, plainer that time.
"What can we do now?"
"Rest, give me a minute," she said.
He helped her sit up and bent in front of her so he could play with her titties. This kid sure did like her boobies. Every man did. Yeah, and she liked every man. She tried to touch him, but he was gone. His head hovered under one of hanging tits, then he gulped it into his mouth, and she felt her heat rising again. She kept reaching until she caught hold of his cock, soft now, but she could fix that. She played with it, rubbed it, scratched his nearly hairless balls until his prick began to grow.
"Here, what're you doing to my cock?"
"Getting it hard," she said.
He laughed. Then she had to piss. She grabbed his hand to help steady herself and walked with him to the dirty little toilet. She left the door open, sat down and pissed out the rest of his cum. He stood there watching her, playing with his cock. She wiped her twat and got up unsteadily.
"You piss," she said.
"Can't. Too hard, I want to keep it that way." She had fully recovered by the time they got back to the cot. It was almost twelve-thirty. She didn't care. Jonas wouldn't wake up no matter what time she got in unless she played with his cock. She kept pulling his prick and getting an itch, and all at once she knew where she wanted it.
"Hal, you ever fucked anybody in the ass, up the old bung hole?"
Hal giggled and shook his head.
"Fuck, it's about time you got started." She grabbed him and quickly pulled him across her lap, his butt up. "Now remember a bung hole is not like a cunt, it don't just automatically stretch out when a prick comes in. You got to go slow and easy." Her fingers spread his asscheeks and she began to worm one finger into his tight little bung.
"Ouch," he yelped.
"See, what I mean, Hal? You got to go slow and use lots of spit. Go slow, work in and then start reaming it around and around, and as the muscles relax, the hole gets bigger and bigger. That's when you nose your cock up my shit tube and give me a low down and dirty shit-fuck."
She watched him. Beth turned him over and grabbed his prick as he sat beside her again. "Want to give it a try?"
"Yep." His eyes glued themselves to her hand deliciously, jacking his young cock up and down.
She took his hand down to her cunt, rubbed his fingers in her pussy juices, then spread her legs farther.
"Now don't get the wrong hole, man, they're only an inch or so apart down there. It's the small brown one." As she said it, she rolled over on her stomach and pushed her shapely ass into the air.
"Get up there and start with your finger, and take it easy," she said. Beth put her shoulders down on the couch, letting her tits rest there, too, and waited for his finger.
His hand rubbed her cheeks first, then spread them, and slowly he began playing with her bung. She almost willed it to open without his help. When his finger at last touched the bung, it was soft and relaxed, and the more she relaxed the better he poked into her.
"Not so far inside," she said. "Try to get it loosened up more. Your whole cock has to go in there." She waited, and felt him going around and around.
"Yeah, boy, that's it, that's the way to open up a shit hole." She groaned. "Damn that feels wild, strange, good. Get your little dick up there and try to ram it into me."
He got up on his knees behind her, then stood up and bent over and nosed his cock forward. She groaned when she felt it slip by the outer muscle and knew he was inside her.
"Easy now, you're in, but you can't go too far, there isn't much room in there. Take it slow and easy. In a little, and then out."
But she didn't have to worry. Her assbuns kept him far enough away so he couldn't hurt her. He pounded in and out and it gave her that special thrill she always had when she got shit-fucked. It was wild, it was low-down and dirty, and it satisfied some wild urge. She would never climax this way, but it did get her hotter than any other single sex play method. Slowly she lowered her ass until she lay cunt down on the couch and Hal lay on top of her trying to fuck up a storm. He was a little slower this time.
"You shot all the lead out of your pencil?" she asked.
He shook his head and drove in harder, then without warning he began to climax, and he spurted milky white jism deep in her asshole. He pulled out of her at once, and she rolled over to look. His prick had a brown sheen of shit on it, and she laughed.
"Yeah, now you've had your initiation, a real shit-fuck." She laughed. "Go to the John and wash it off, and he'll be a good as new."
When Hal came back from the washroom, Beth had her clothes on and the backroom goods all stacked and cleaned up. He grinned and pulled on his pants and shirt, then his shoes, and he was ready to go.
"Hal, you know you can't come here any more, don't you?" she was frowning. "Helen has seen you, and she wouldn't forget you, so don't show up again at closing time. She'd catch on so fast it would make your cock whine."
He frowned, too, and reached for her covered tits.
"Why couldn't you leave the back door open after Helen leaves? When she's gone, I could come in ... you know, once in a while. Maybe once a week."
She watched him. It made sense. Certainly a lot safer than at her house. She picked up her purse and waved him toward the door. "We can talk about it on the way home."
She drove him again and now it was a pattern. Halfway there she shook her head. "No, Hal, it's no good. We can't see each other any more. You've got to go out with kids your own age, to grow into sex normally, slowly and naturally. I've showed you too much about it already."
"Aw, no. I feel comfortable around you. We get along great together. I like to fuck with you. You don't want me to knock up some young girl, do you?"
She shook her head. He was the limit, the last straw, but his logic was damn good. "Hal, I know how you feel, but we just can't see each other any more. It's too dangerous. I don't want you to get into any trouble."
"I won't. You won't. We've pulled it off just great so far. If people don't think you'd have the guts to do something, then you've got it half done already. The surprise element."
She let him off on his corner. "I'm sorry, Hal, this is absolutely the last time, and I mean it. If I see you up there at the Tip Top again, I'll call the cops."
He waved at her as she left, and for just a moment, Beth was angry with herself. Why did they have to break it off? But she knew; she knew damn well. He was a kid. She was old enough to be his mother and what was she doing ... shit-fucking him.
When she pulled into the driveway she saw that the living room lights were on. Jonas was still up. At the front of the car she reached underneath until she could get some grease on her hands, then she put some on her face and a smear on her nylon uniform.
She went into the house by the kitchen and heard Jonas coming to meet her. He was yelling before she saw him.
"By God, you're an hour late getting home, and I damn well as going to have a good explanation."
He stopped when he got to the kitchen door and looked at her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Where the hell have you been, Woman?" His angry eyes matched his words.
"Working, and trying to make that damned car start." She hoped she was convincing enough.
"Christ, you've used that one so many times...."
"I've got the old car, remember? You've got the new one that runs when you want it to."
For the first time he seemed to see the grease on her face, uniform and hands. He frowned, went closer and sniffed it and then his anger faded.
"Hey, looks like you did have some trouble."
"At first it wouldn't start, and I was looking under the hood and somebody came along and tried to help, and I got grease and junk all over me. Finally some high school kid got it started. He said I needed new points or something like that. I'm so mad I could cry."
"Hey, don't do that, honey. Get all cleaned up and I'll tell you my good news."
"What news?"
"I got promoted today. I'm lead man now at all the dirt moving and fill on that new ten-mile highway stretch."
"That's great, Jonas, just great! You get more money, too?"
"Naturally." He kissed her right above the grease spot.
As she washed the grease off her face and hands, Beth breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she was in trouble when the light was on. Jonas did not like to be kept waiting, especially to tell good news. When she came from the bathroom, he was in bed sleeping. Beth went back into the master bath and got ready for bed.
The next morning Beth was up before the alarm went off and had a good breakfast ready for Jonas. Fried eggs, toast, hash brown, coffee, jam, orange juice and half a cantaloupe.
"Cantaloupe for breakfast?" he asked.
"Try it; it's good. Why does it only have to be for dinner?"
He shrugged, ate it, and kissed her as he left for work. She couldn't remember how long it had been since he had done that. As soon as he was gone and she had scanned the morning paper, Beth started shedding clothes. First her slippers, and then her blouse. She had on a bra, so that left her with a skirt and panties. When the kitchen was cleaned up, she pulled the bra off and carried the excess clothes into the bedroom. For the flash of a second she remembered Hal and looked at the bed, then she shook her head and turned away. She put in one load of laundry, making sure the garage door was down, and then spent half an hour cleaning up the garage. She couldn't decide if she was having more fun cleaning or letting her tits swing and flop around as Mother Nature had intended.
She had just slid our of her skirt and added it to the wash when the phone rang. It was Ronnie, a girl she had worked with at a cocktail bar for a while. They talked and what it turned out to be was a question. Had the boss ever made a pass at her?
Beth admitted that he had. "He got his hands on my breasts one night after closing. He had me in the office and said all I had to do was relax and enjoy it and there would be a nice raise in it for me. I told him I liked him too much to see that happen. He frowned and asked what I meant. Then I said I'd like to get the raise and wouldn't mind fucking him, but I was a lousy person about keeping secrets. My husband said he'd kill any man who got in my twat, and so I really hoped he didn't try. I said Mr. Johnson was too nice a man to die so young."
"Wow, what did he do then?" the caller asked.
"Oh, he let go of me and straightened my dress and said I just might get that raise anyway."
They both laughed and then Ronnie turned serious.
"Honest, Beth, I don't know what to do. I've used every stall I can, last night it was a sick mother. Tonight I'm fresh out of ideas."
"Go to the last resort. You've got some sanitary napkins?"
"Sure."
"Just before closing time put one on and drip some red food coloring on it at the right spot. No way he's going to bother you if you can prove you got a rag on. And he'll probably make you prove it."
"Crazy. Beth, that is simply brilliant. I think I should be safe for another day. Then I've got to invent a wild, tough, and jealous boy friend."
They talked a while more then said good-bye. As the phone conversation ended, Beth had stepped out of the panties. She stretched. "Damn," she said out loud. It felt that good to be rid of all those confining clothes. She enjoyed being nude. There was nothing wrong with it at all. That's the way people should be. But what about the door? It depended. She could just get brave and answer it that way. She could hide behind the doorframe. But in case of callers, she draped a bathrobe over the stool in the kitchen.
Just after lunch the bell rang and she peeked out to see who it was. It was the paper boy. Why not? She reached around from the kitchen door and opened the door and swung it inward. She stepped into the kitchen before he could see her.
"Paper boy? Come in here so I can get you the money. I'm in the kitchen."
She heard the door open and slow steps came in when he stepped into the kitchen she held out a five-dollar bill.
"I'm afraid I don't have any change. Do you?"
She reveled in the expression on his face. The boy was about fifteen and had run the route for a short time. He had his little receipt book and was about to tear out her page when he looked up at her. His face went blank, then his eyes glued on her slowly bouncing tits, darting down to her brown-furred pussy and back to her tits. She walked toward him making her boobies bounce even more.
"I hope you have some change," she said.
His face blushed a deep red and he dropped his receipts, then his billfold fell from his hand, money rolling all over the kitchen. The boy sat there, shaking his head.
"You don't have much on," he said at last, embarrassment and fascination all but strangling him.
"Nothing. I like it that way, and it's my house; I can dress any way,I want to. Now, should I help you find your money, or do we just sit here talking about clothes?" He moved to find the errant quarters and she crawled after him on all fours, trying to get in front of him as often as she could. They found the last quarter near the living room door, and she sat down on the rug and pulled him down beside her. He found her receipt and gave it to her with her change.
"Do you object to my being nude?" she asked.
He looked at her face, dropped his glance to her breasts and then back to her eyes.
"No ... no ma'am. Especially when you've got such a good figure. They sure are big!"
"What are, my ears?"
"No, your t-your breasts."
"Yes, they are, and nicely proportioned, too, don't you think?" She turned more to the side and dropped her arms. "And look, not a bit of sag. Big tits always tend to droop a little, but not mine. I do exercises to keep them high."
She had been watching his crotch and now saw the bulge she had been hoping for. Beth glanced at her receipt; his name was Kirk.
"Kirk, you seem to have a serious swelling there, mind if I look at it?" He was still sitting beside her and she spread his legs more then put her hands on his turgid prick behind his pants.
"Oh, for goodness sakes, a bad swelling, very bad, indeed. Do you have this problem often?"
"Every time I see big tits like yours," he said smiling.
"What do you think we should do about it? I mean is there any medication you take, any physical therapy that might relieve the pain that must go with a swelling like that?"
Kirk laughed. "Were you waiting for me to come?"
"You can cum any time you want to, Kirk, although I kind of hope you'll want to wait."
He laughed. "You are wild, you know that, just wild. How old are you?"
"That's not a nice question to ask a naked lady. I'm over twenty-one and I'm not a virgin."
He laughed and put down his receipt book. "You were dressed the last two times I collected. Why the switch?"
"I'm a natural-born nudist." She grinned at him and rubbed his prick through his pants. "Besides, I also like sex. Kirk, how would you like to fuck me?"
"Wha ..? You mean that I could...?" He shook his head, not believing it.
She took both of his hands and pulled them onto her tits.
"Feel around there and tell me if you find anything you like," she said. He closed his eyes, and she saw his prick jump. Her hands went back to it, talented fingers caught his zipper and jerked it down and a moment later she had his big prick, throbbing and turning purple in her hand and outside his pants.
"Hey, I found that damn swelling. I've got just the cure, but first you'll have to take off your pants."
He nodded, and she helped him strip down his pants and shorts in one stroke. He had cock hair, brown swirls and a heavy sac of balls. His prick was over six inches, and she grinned.
"Hey, right on. Go ahead, play with me, feel me up, do anything you want that turns you on. I'm gonna have me a little head-to-head conversation with big prick."
She lay down, her face at his crotch, her hand gripping his pulsing, hot cock. Her first kiss took him by surprise and he jolted, then her tongue slid wetly out and washed his cock from pubic hair right up to the slot in the hard tip.
Kirk moaned as she washed him, then she moved away and kissed his lips. He returned the kiss and pushed her over backward onto the carpet, his hands finding her tits. She got her mouth off his and pulled him on top of her.
"Come on, Kirk, sock it to me. Fuck me good. Go ahead, jam your pole into me, I want it right now!"
He went between her legs, spreading them, nosing down, trying for a quick thrust, but having to wait for the juices to smother his hot prick a little at a time before he lanced inside her steaming body.
"Oh, yes, darling, yes, a good stroke. A good fuck, so fine, so straight, now pump it to me, sweetheart. Fuck me good? show me how your kid prick can be a man!"
He did. Kirk had screwed before, she decided. He knew some of the refinements and ended his pounding with a corkscrew motion that touched her clit and built up his desire and at the same time moved him down the road.
He shot his wad into her cunt before she was ready, and she wrapped her arms around his torso and wouldn't let him leave.
"You might be done, darling, but I'm not. You got your rocks off, but what about me? Aren't you going to help me?
He nodded.
She let him come out and caught his head, then moved it down toward her cunt. "Then lick me off, you motherfucker. Go down on my juicy cunt and get your tongue in it and twang me until I cum. Go on, you had your fucking fun, now help me enjoy it, too."
He eyed her for a moment, then began lowering his head. When his face came to her cunt she thrilled at the thought, and a moment later something touched her cunt and she immediately went into a hard-driving climax that bounced his head out of the way and turned into a sudden, sharp climax. She rolled over and over on the floor and when she stopped he was there to chew on her tits.
"How did you ever grow them so big," he asked.
"Talent, and exercises. My momma was a big-titted broad."
They lay there petting and kissing and relaxing. Then he sat up.
"Jesus ... I got to finish collecting." He ran for the hall, found his pants and shoes and pulled them on. His billfold lay where it had dropped. He scooped it up and found his batch of receipts and ran out the door.
A second later he was back. "Hey, thanks for everything. I'd like to set up your account so I need to collect every week." She threw a pillow at him and he dodged out the door.
Beth lay there on the carpet, her twat starting to ooze his cum. She pulled another pillow under her head and spread her legs. Now that's what sex should be, casual, at the time it's natural, whenever two people are in the same mood. This whole marriage ritual was for the birds. Still, it was nice to get fucked regularly without any hassle.
She thought about the kid again, and then it hit her full force. She had made love to a teenager again, another fifteen year old! Why? Why was she doing this? Maybe she did need to go to a shrink and let him tell her why she loved teen boys.
She shook her head, no, no shrink. In the first place, Jonas wouldn't stand for it, no way. She got up, wiped up a spot on the rug where she had been and went of the shower. It seemed like she'd been taking a lot of them lately. A shower a fuck. After the shower, she still didn't dress. It was two o'clock before she got into her uniform and sat before the television until time to go to work.
Work went as usual. She did make a dollar eighty-five from tips, mostly from single men regulars who had dinner there every night. She got to know a dozen or so, and they always left tips. She'd have to try to get a uniform that would let her show her tits off better, or some cleavage. With a little peek now and then, she knew she could double her tips.
Beth kept up a close watch of the kids that afternoon and evening, half expecting to see Hal show up. She double checked the alley door twice to be sure it was locked and stayed that way. By eleven she began to think she must have been mistaken.
At closing time they cleaned up in record time, and she let Helen out first, then locked the door at once. Five minutes later she had her bookkeeping entries made and the cash put away and went into the alley. They were only two doors from the street, but she walked gingerly to her car. She parked it in almost the exact same spot every day. It was on a side street, but not deserted and a light showed half a block away. There was little foot traffic past this place, but the car had always been safe here.
She slid into the car and fumbled in her purse for the keys. As she did a hand came from behind her head and closed over her mouth and nose. She sat there, tense, scared into near panic. Another hand came down and rubbed her breasts and as it did, she heard the voice.
"You weren't very nice tonight keeping that back door locked, Beth Big Tits, now were you?"
The hand came away from her mouth and Beth wanted to scream. But who would hear her? And she knew who it was. The voice was distinctive, low with words a little slurred-it was Hal.
"Hal, I told you, no more. We're through." She hoped he believed her. "Look, Hal, I like you. I told you that, and I'm thinking of your best interests, trying to figure out what's good for you, what's best for you. Maybe you're the kid I never had. I want you to grow up strong, and straight, and full of life and fun. Too much sex right now, well it can twist you and give you a false sense of values, a distorted picture of how men and women are supposed to relate."
"Damn, you learned some big words all of a sudden."
"And so will you. You'll go to college, maybe be a doctor or a lawyer even."
She sensed movement but knew she didn't have time to knock his hand away from her throat and get the car door open. At least she didn't have the seat belt on yet.
Hal squirmed over the front seat from the back and landed beside her. At once he began unbuttoning her blouse.
"No, Hal."
He hit her. Not hard. He slapped her cheek and gave her a warning with his eyes not to say that word again.
"Hal, I'm old enough to be your mother. I'm thirty-four. You could have been conceived when I was eighteen, born at nineteen. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Hi, Mom, left fuck." He chuckled at his sinister little joke.
She turned away. His hand slapped her again and pulled her face back toward him.
"Don't look away from me that way. I don't like it."
She stared straight ahead. "You could ruin your life right here, Hal. If anyone sees us-anyone at all-it's going to be reported and the police will come. I'll say you raped me before, and tried to again tonight. You'll go to prison, Hal, and you'll stay there until you're middle-aged. Your whole youth will be gone, finished."
"Yeah, tell me about it." He pulled the blouse back down her shoulders and found the bra hook behind her. It fell open, and he pushed the bra up around her neck.
"Now them are damn fine titties. Hot damn, I'd like to have a set of them at home to play with." He tried to kiss her but she turned her head. "Hey, hey, why so touchy? You usually like to get fucked. 'Anyway Any Time Beth' I hear they call you. Asshole, mouth or cunt if it isn't full. Hell, Beth, you like to fuck so much you d do it dog fashion in your front yard at high noon."
Beth tried for the door. She got it open and she was half out before he grabbed her and dragged her back into the car. He slammed the door closed and slapped her hard.
"Don't try that again, Beth, or I'll get mad. You've never seen me really mad, have you, Beth?"
She shook her head. Now as he talked she could sense a change. He was softer, more courteous, and his hands kept working over her breasts, trying to warm them up. to break down her resistance. Well, this time she wasn't going to fall. She would be strong and resist him. But even as she said it she felt her bare nipples begin to respond to his caresses. His hands played on her tits like a harp, demanding from them and receiving. She felt her whole body tense and shiver as his hand dug between her legs. Not down there, no! Don't let him get his hand down there! But her legs seemed to have a mind of their own. Her body was responding to this fifteen-year-old boy who wanted to fuck her again right there in the car, and her mind couldn't make her body obey.
He was going to rape her, of this she was sure. God! Raped by a hard-cocked young boy-young enough to be her son! Yet beneath the surface of these horrifying circumstances, Beth's libido was revving, pushing lust to the fore, and her pussy began to itch and burn as the sharp mental pictures of this pubescent boy's burning young prick thrusting savagely into her violated pussy hole ran through her racing mind.
Why, oh, why did young cocks do this to her? Beth had only to see, it seemed, or even imagine a teenage prick, eager and pulsing with young blood and lust, and she went right over the brink of her own passions. But no, she wouldn't give in to this horny kid. She had to fight his forced advances ... and her own desire to fuck and suck his throbbing young prick!
CHAPTER FIVE
For what seemed like hours, Beth fought him. She countered his every move, but her body kept responding. When he got his hand between her legs and worked up to her crotch, she knew the battle was lost. His hand pressed hard right on her pussy and she melted a little.
When he got his finger under her panties and brushed her clit, she wanted to cry. A moment later his finger had found her hole and jammed in deep, fucking in and out, and she moaned. She didn't stop him then as he unbuttoned her uniform top and loosened her bra. His hands felt like twin claws of fire when they touched her bare tits. And all at once she shuddered and then sighed.
"Okay, you fucking little bastard, I guess I can't stop you. You know how to fuck in a car?"
She watched him shake his head.
"Then how the hell do you expect to do it?"
He reached over and tongue kissed her, probing deeply, rubbing her tits at the same time until she moaned again. When his lips came off her, she was half lying across the front seat with him on top of her.
"You'll show me, fucky bitch. You want cock so bad you'll figure out something."
She shook her head, but had to grin at his spirit. Damn, what he wouldn't be in five years-even three years! She pushed lower on the seat until her head hit the driver's door and her legs would bend, and one pushed against the heater duct on the passenger side.
"That's about it for this car. Think you can get into my pussy that way?"
"Wouldn't it work better to put your feet out the open door?"
"Sure it would shit-head, and the first person to come within a block of the car would know what was going on. Some jerk might get in line for seconds and thirds."
"Oh."
"Maybe you should suck me off instead."
"No, now lay down and get my panty hose off and fuck!"
She was getting superheated by that time. She jerked open his zipper and pulled out his hot, throbbing prick. It looked bigger tonight. He'd probably been stretching it again. She helped him get her panty hose down and off one leg, then he pushed toward her on the narrow seat trying to get his cock into her. It slanted off her leg on the first try. Then a car went past, it's headlights turning the front seat into day for a few seconds, then it was gone.
Hal tried again. He had just got his prick into the entrance of the slot when he looked up the street and swore.
"Four guys walking this way," he whispered.
"Lock the doors and sit up," she said in a rush. They did and in the darkness she knew she wouldn't have to arrange her clothes too well. She got her hand on his cock and stroked him slowly as he reported the progress of the boys. As they came next to the car one of them ran over and looked in, yelled something at the other three larger ones who ignored him. At last he rejoined his buddies and they walked out of sight down the block.
"Now!" she said and slid back down in the seat. This time her position was different and his cock slid into her cunt on the first try. He groaned and pumped hard twice and shot his load. She felt nothing, still just as worked up and hot for cock as she had been. When he stopped panting, she pushed him off her and pointed to the door.
"Out, and I really don't ever want to see you again, Hal. You're a snotty kid, you're pushy, and you don't know how to act like a man. You better go back to fingerfucking thirteen year olds in the bushes." She pushed him out of the car before he had his pants zipped up, then slammed the door and locked it. He grinned and waved and walked off down the street.
She turned and drove the other way, taking the shortest route home and the fastest. Jonas was in bed when she got there. She stripped, pissed out the last of Hal's cum and washed her twat good, then sprinkled on some perfume and crawled into bed beside Jonas.
As he slept she reached over and put her hand on his thigh. She was hot at once. She caressed his slender, naked thigh to his crotch and felt for his limp prick. When she found it Beth held it for a moment, then began to rub in, to stretch it and play with his balls. It came hard in half a minute, and the next thing she knew Jonas was all over her.
"Goddamn, that's what I like, to get raped once in a while!"
Then Jonas went to work on her. She whispered that she wanted a very long one, two or three times at least and he grinned and settled down to a night of fantastic lovemaking.
The next morning she lay in bed until after ten. It was her day off, she remembered that. She and Jonas had been making love and dirty-fucking until almost three. He would be a bear on the job today. She rolled over, brushed her breasts with her hand and luxuriated in her nakedness. Oh, but last night had been a good one, a long one, in her own bed. She wouldn't think about Hal who had triggered the whole thing.
She slid out of bed and showered, then dried only her feet and her cunt hairs, walking around the house nude and letting the water dissolve from her sleek skin. She closed the front door and checked the patio curtain, then she was free.
Just after two she remembered the movie she wanted to see that Jonas didn't care about, so she dressed in a short skirt, white blouse with no bra and panties and sandals. It was a warm day for May. She drove to the theatre which had the show on and went in. There were only a few persons there. She saw a row near the back with one lone teenage boy, and on a sudden impulse she went in and sat down one seat away. He glanced over at her, and as her eyes got used to the lightless theater she saw he was maybe sixteen. She edged down in the seat, letting her short skirt ride up and watched him. He noticed. She stretched, making her tits push out against the soft white blouse and she knew her nipples were out-lined plainly by the fabric. Again he noticed.
"Hey, Miss."
She looked around and saw the boy whispering to her.
She smiled. "Yes?"
"You know what time it is?"
She grinned, looked at the clock at the front of the theater and nodded. "Looks like two-fifteen from here."
"Thanks, he said, then grinned. "Mind if I sit beside you?"
She watched him a moment in the semi-darkness, then nodded. "Why don't you try it, it might be fun."
He moved over and his knee at once touched her knee. He didn't move it.
"What's your name?" she asked, looking at him.
"Joe." He looked down at her legs, the skirt was high on her legs almost showing her crotch. "What's yours?"
"Beth, but call me Liz."
"Yeah, Liz, you're built like her, I mean, a damn good figure I noticed."
"Thanks." She watched him and saw that he was looking more at her than the movie. He was staring at her exposed legs.
"You like my legs?" she asked.
"Caught me, I guess. Yeah, I like legs."
She smiled. "Legs are just legs." She inched her short skirt up higher. "I mean you see more leg than that at the beach."
He laughed softly. "Sure, but not your legs. Damn they are nice!"
"You're nice, Joe. I like you." She put her hand on his thigh and watched him jump. "What do you do, Joe. Work?"
"Yeah, now and then. I dropped out of college."
She smiled, and he h-edged.
"Well. I dropped out of my junior year in high school."
"Honesty is the best policy. She moved her hand up his leg. "Joe, do you mind my hand being there?'"
"Honest, I don't."
She took his hand and put it on her exposed thigh half way to her crotch. She looked at him and his level eyes held hers. "That feels good there, Joe. You like it?"
He nodded.
"Joe, if you like it, kiss me."
He bent forward and their lips met in a soft kiss and his eyes sparkled. "Hey, you want to go out to my car?"
"I like it here, Joe. It's wild, you know messing around right out in public, it's kicks."
"Yeah, if you don't get caught."
She looked around the theater. There was no one within ten rows of them. They were six seats from the far wall.
"Let's move over to the wall, I'll be inside."
They went. She sat down and pulled her skirt up to her waist showing the blue panties she wore.
He sat down beside her and turned toward her. His back shut out everything.
Joe looked at her breasts and lifted his brows. "Hey, how big are your ... breasts?"
She told and he gulped, then he looked down at the soft mound bulging against the panties. "Goddamn, but this is wild."
"You like the ... merchandise?"
"Damn right."
She pulled the short tail of the white blouse from her skirt and unbuttoned the bottom two fasteners. She caught his hand and pulled it under the blouse to her warm skin.
"Go treasure hunting, mountain climbing."
He laughed and she reached toward his crotch. She got the zipper down easily, then moved her hand inside his pants and rested it on the bulge in his shorts.
"Jesus H. Kerist!"
Beth felt his hand reach one of her tits. It moved slowly, then moved around the mound and caught it.
"Goddamn, I don't believe this. You got more tit than any girl I've ever seen, and I've got a hand on them. This is crazy."
"If you don't like it, Joe...."
"Oh, shit no! I mean I love it, just stay put, play with my cock, anything you want," he whispered.
She laughed. "Now that's my boy. Tell me how it feels, Joe, playing with a strange woman's big tits, in a movie with dozens of other people around."
"Wild, absolutely wild!" He jumped as her hand wound around his long prick inside his shorts. "I mean, this is the sort of thing a kid dreams happening. When he's thirteen and jacking off in his bed some night, he dreams about how some big-titted broad will sit down beside him in a dark theater and rape him. But it never happens."
Beth listened to him talk and as he did and his hands worked on her breasts she began to charge her batteries. Her breasts tingled and began to burn. His hand on both of them made her want to gasp and pant a little. She gripped his cock harder and got it out of his shorts. It popped through his pants.
"Kerist, what you trying to do, get us busted?"
"Darling, just turn toward me a little more, there, now nobody can see."
"Honest?"
"True."
She felt his other hand move up to her tits. Now both of them throbbed and burned like fire and she knew she was getting wet down below.
She looked at his cock in the semi-darkness and began to stroke it up and down. Then she let go of it and wormed her hand in deeper and found his balls, a heavy, hairy sac. She rubbed the gonads together gently, and he groaned. Then she went back to stroking him.
"Damn, I wish I could kiss those goodies. Now that would be a first."
She looked around. Some of the people who had been at the show had left. No one sat in their one-third of the theater at all. She shifted lower in her seat so her breasts were below the top of the seats in front of them. Carefully she opened the last two blouse buttons and held out one flap. Her bare tit winked at him in the half light.
"Go ahead, big sucker, eat me," she said.
His eyes bulged, and he wanted to look around, but he didn't. This was something too good to pass up even if they did get thrown out. He lowered his head slowly, then moved over to her and inside the flap of her blouse she had opened. His lips closed around her tit and he thought he was going to cum. He reached down and tried to stop her hand, but she sensed his situation and pumped him harder. He was panting and moaning as he chewed her tit and his hips humping toward her. She caught his first shot of jism in her hand, then let the five other blobs jet out and fall onto the cement floor of the show house.
Joe had been groaning with each jolt, and when he finished he sat up and left her breast, sat in the seat for a minute, panting and trying to get his strength back.
"Jesus!" He shook his head. "I mean I've jacked off in here before, you know, with a hole in my pocket and my hand through it, but never anything like this. Goddamn!"
She stroked his leg. "Joe, honey, when you get rested up, I've got a job for you. I mean I know you can't get your prick in me in here, but you have got a finger that can work."
He turned and stared at her, a grin shooting through his first frown. "Oh, wow, give me a minute to get my head on."
When he looked at her next she licked something from her fingers.
"What's that?"
"Oh, some candy got on my fingers. Want a lick?"
She held her hand out to him and he shrugged and licked, then made a face. "Damn, that tastes awful. What is it?"
Beth grinned and watched him closely. That's all that's left of your cum." For a moment she thought he was going to be sick right there. Then he weathered the first impulse and laughed. "You little fucking bitch! You tricked me."
She took his hand and put it over her crotch and the softness of her cunt hair against the nylon panties. He rubbed it and then dug his finger under the edge and looked for her hole. He stretched them more but couldn't find it.
"Just a minute, honey," she said. Her hands went to each side of her hips and she leaned back in the seat. A moment later he saw her panties slide down her legs and she kicked them a row ahead of them. "Now you should be able to find the juiced up place easier."
She slid down more and spread her legs wide. Joe laughed and moved his hand toward her. He had looked around and saw no one on their side of the house. They were as safe as if they were parked in a lover's lane. His fingers rubbed her whole hairy, pubic area, then he zeroed in on her slippery cunt hole and drove one, then two fingers into her up to his knuckles.
"Oh, damn, yes!" Beth swore softly, her hips trying to pump forward. She let him fingerfuck her for a couple of minutes. "Darling, work my clit, please."
He frowned. She took his hand, showed him where the tiny node was and explained about it. Then she leaned back, watched some kid trying to kiss a girl on the screen, and saw nothing but a hazy, hot, pink wonderfulness as his finger trounced the sex button time after time. She was so fast she didn't believe it. He hadn't twanged her clit more than ten times when she clung to his hand, her body shaking in a long series of spasms and she was gasping for breath so hard that she couldn't entirely disguise it. She played it to the end and then fell back in the seat exhausted, ready to laugh or cry or fuck again, anything anybody might suggest.
But the boy leaned back now, too, looking at the screen, now and then looking at her tits and her spread open legs. His hand came to her tits again and she purred as he petted them. He buttoned the top four buttons and went in underneath. She saw that his zipper was up now.
She half lay in the seat for fifteen minutes, letting the glorious afterglow soak into her body and her mind, closing out everything else. At last the boy beside her shook her shoulder.
"Hey, Liz, you got time to come for a ride? I know a place where we can have room to stretch out and really fuck."
She was tempted. She'd like to see him naked, to feel his good cock up her twat, to make, him beg for it, to have him chew on her tits agin, and maybe take her dog fashion. It had been a long time since she'd played with a real dog. But slowly she shook her head. She wasn't completely insane, just a little. She knew exactly what she could get away with and what she couldn't. And this was as far as it went.
"Darling, I've got to go. A hair appointment, and you simply don't keep those girls waiting.
Maybe another time."
"Yeah, how about tomorrow afternoon? I spend most every afternoon here. My mom still thinks I'm going to school. Hey, what's your last name?"
"Swartz," she said quickly, the lie coming easily. "Next time I want to go to the movies I'll make it in the afternoon and right in this seat, the old finger-fuck seat." She stood then, and he stood. "You stay here for at least ten minutes so no one outside can connect us. A detective may be following me." She noticed his surprised expression. Always leave them wondering, she thought.
It wasn't until she was back in her car and half way home that the reaction set in. Damn, another kid. She had practically raped Joe right there in public in the movie. She felt the air blowing up her legs and into her cunt and she laughed. This was another first. She had never driven in this short a skirt without any panties on. She decided she had better not stop by for gas. Her light mood soon passed. What in the world did she do that for? She had been fucked half to death last night with Jonas' good cock, and ten hours later she's out looking for a young boy. Yes, she went to the movie just to find some kid like him.
She parked in the driveway and put her head in her hands. What was going to happen to her? Sooner or later she would make a mistake and it would all come out into the open. Then what would she do? Christ, she must be going crazy, picking up young boys in movie houses and jacking them off. Adult married sex was good, and it always left her satisfied, so why this incurable yen for fucking and sucking young boys?
CHAPTER SIX
The rest of the afternoon she puttered around the house, fully clothed. She had a complicated dinner cooking for Jonas, and followed one of the soap operas on television. There had to be some way out of this tangle. Sure, she loved the sex, loved sucking and fucking and messing around with young cocks, but the afterwards parts, they were so low, so mean. They tore her apart so badly that she knew it wasn't worth it.
And there was the probability that she would be picked up by the police after a while. How long could she go on getting this young cock and balls and not be nailed? She sighed and adjusted the heat on the stove, then turned on the radio news.
Of course she couldn't tell Jonas, not a hint, not a word. Jonas had broken a man's jaw once in a cocktail lounge. The man had kissed her cheek and started to reach for her breasts.
"How about a little feel, baby?" the drunk had said and-Wham, bam, slam!-Jonas hit him three times so fast he never saw the floor coming up at him. They took him out on a stretcher and he tried to sue but his lawyer backed out of the case when he heard the witnesses.
No way could she let Jonas in on this.
That night she had the best dinner for Jonas she'd cooked in six months. He ate too much, sat back and waved.
"Now that's what I'd call a damn fine meal, baby. Just great. Wanta go out to a movie or something?"
They did the dishes, then went downtown to a first run picture whick she loved and came home early. For once he didn't feel like making love so they watched late night TV and then crawled into bed. He didn't touch her. Maybe he was still tired from the night before.
The next day Beth made up her mind she was through with the boys. There was no way she would be teased or cajoled into a bedding with a boy, and she wouldn't start one, so it should work out fine. She cleaned up the house again, even though it didn't need cleaning, and was about to start on the garage when the door bell rang.
Probably some salesman. She opened the door and looked out at Kirk the newspaper boy. Her surprised withered into a frown.
"Yes, Kirk, what do you want?"
He handed her the paper, his eyes going down to her breasts. Kirk cleared his throat. "Nothing, Mrs. Warnick. Just wanted to say hello and ask you something."
"The answer is no, Kirk, now just deliver your papers." Her tone was harsher than she intended and she saw him wince and turn quickly away.
"Just wanted to ask something." He complained, starting down the walk.
"Kirk, I told you it was all over, no more. Now I hope you won't bother me, or I'll just quit taking the paper and get another one."
"I won't bother you." He turned and she saw real fear in his eyes. He came back a step. "It's just that I want to ask you something. I mean something is wrong with my ... you know. And I wondered if I should go to a doctor about it."
"You mean you think you might have ...?" She stopped and motioned him inside. His bike wasn't in front so that was a break. She pulled him inside and closed the door."
"You mean your penis, right? Does it itch, hurt when you urinate?"
He shook his head.
"Well roll it out here and let me look, and you'd better be clean and pure." She waited a minute, then when she saw he hadn't even opened his pants she found his zipper and pulled it down.
"Well get it out; I can't look through clothes."
He self-consciously pulled his cock out. It was soft and she took it in in her hand and looked at it. She stripped it down four times, but nothing came out. Then she looked more closely. On the shaft she found a red ridge, a blister of some kind.
"Does that hurt?" she asked scratching the blister.
"Yeeeeowwww! Yeah, that hurts." She laughed. "When did you jack off last, this morning or this afternoon?"
"I didn't...."
"Kirk, this is Beth you're talking to, right? That's only a blister on your cock you got jacking off into a pillow or some cloth. It's just a minor irritation and will be gone in a day or two. Don't worry about it." As she talked, she had been playing with his cock and to her surprise it got hard. She looked down at it and smiled. "At least he isn't scared; he's all ready for action again."
She watched his hips pumping behind the cock, looked at his clear blue eyes and slender hips. His chest would just have a few hints of hairs on it with good shoulders....She realized she still held his cock, and his hips pumped it in and out. Her breasts burned. She brushed one with her arm, but it didn't do any good. When his hand touched her breast, she jumped then looked into his clear eyes. She left it there. He began rubbing it and moved closer. Slowly he leaned in and kissed her lips. It was just a peck, but it boiled her blood. She dropped his cock and pulled him to her body, pressing him against her big tits, trying to kiss his face again. After the third kiss, she came away so she could see his face clearly. "Kirk, please fuck me!"
He nodded and she grabbed his hand and ran down the hall to the guest room. She jumped on the queen-sized bed and waited for him, then she changed her mind. She jumped off the bed, took his hand and ran with him to the patio. They had a good back yard, a row of trees across the back, high fence on both sides, secluded.
"Have you ever fucked anybody on the grass, outdoors?"
He shook his head.
"Then strip. We're going to grass-ass fuck right now. She beat him getting her clothes off. Beth sat down in the soft green of the grass and checked the fences. No one lived on one side. It was owned by an estate that wasn't settled yet. On the other side an old man lived alone. He seldom got into the yard.
A moment later he sat down beside her and she played with his stiff prick. "Anything you want me to do?" she asked.
He held up his cock. "Kiss him."
"Sure. All you have to do is kiss my pussy first." She spread her legs and let her pink pussy wink at him. "Go ahead, you ever kissed a sweet juicy cunt like that before? Get your face right down there and say howdy to twat."
He bent over, grinned, and then moved in deep toward her open, inviting cunt.
Andy Franks had lived in the house beside the Warnicks for over two years now, and they seemed like a nice respectable young couple. He had been trying to get some gardening done this noon and when he heard voices next door, he thought nothing of it. He knew he should say 'Hi,' and wave over the top of the fence, but it was hot enough to make him sit near the flower bed and pull weeds.
When he heard the man's voice, it tweaked his curiosity, but he still didn't look. The voices sounded closer now, and he guessed they had moved toward the seven-foot redwood fence separating his place from theirs. He shrugged, a body had a right to a little privacy.
He paused a minute and wiped sweat off his brow and it might have been the lack of any other sound that let the woman's words come through.
"Sure, all you have to do is kiss my pussy first. "
He heard it and frowned, did she really say that? He moved silently to the fence and cautiously moved a long sliver of the fencing that had splintered out one day when his hoe got a little bit wild. By taking it out, he had a perfect view of half of the Warnick's yard. Now as he moved his eye to the hole he sucked in an amazed breath. Lying not five feet from the fence on the grass was Mrs. Warnick-and without a stitch on her body. He looked again and couldn't tear his gaze from her breasts, jutting up and outward, tow red-nippled peaks.
Andy Franks was sixty-four. His wife had been dead for two years and last summer he'd met a woman he liked. The second time he took her out she smiled at him and said why didn't they go to her place for a drink. She was only fifty-six, and they had made love that night. He thought he'd lost it all, but she knew how to get him up and performing.
Now he felt his cock rise and harden as he stared at the glorious young tits. Movement below attracted him and he saw her cunt staring straight at him, a pink froth half covered by brown fur. He licked his lips and put his hand on the bulge in his pants. Damn this was wild! More fun than reading Playboy and trying to get cum on the month's centerfold.
A man's head moved forward and down toward the pussy, but he watched as the lips twitched. He saw the man's face bury itself in her crotch and a slow gurgle of delight roll from Beth. She wailed softly, and he heard every word.
"Oh, yes, Kirk, one more time, easy now." The head bobbed in again and she squealed this time, then pulled his face to hers and kissed if. He turned and spread his legs, showing her his long, hot cock. She only grinned and began going down on his turgid cock.
Andy pulled his pants open and took out his hard prick. He knew it wouldn't stay that way long. He began to jack off as he watched, and dreamed. Damn, what he wouldn't give to have Beth on this side of the fence and feeling sexy and about to go down on his cock! He looked back, adjusted his position so he could see the action, as well as get a good long stroke on his prick.
She was sucking him, taking half his prick in her mouth, milking his balls at the same time with her fingers.
"Oh, that is nice," Kirk crooned. "That's just beautiful. But don't take it all. Leave me some for your cunt."
She came off and moved on her knees, then went forward on her hands. Andy gasped silently at the way her breasts hung down, so long and full and pointed! He hadn't seen any tits in the flesh like that for forty years! Damn they were beautiful.
His hand kept pumping and he was hard and solid. Just a few more licks. He looked back at the hole.
"Darling, come here," Beth said. "You ever fuck dog fashion?"
Kirk shook his head.
"It's easy, pretend I'm a bitch dog and you come up behind, find my old cunt and slide it in. Then you can lean over me and play with my boobies while you fuck."
Kirk tried it. He moved up behind her on his knees, but found he wasn't quite high enough. He got on his feet and squatted, then lifted up and found her slit. He edged in, then juiced it up and pumped in and out until he was in solid, balls tight.
"Yeah," Beth said. "Now lean over me and play." He did.
Andy watched them a minute and knew he wasn't there yet. He loosened his belt, worked his left hand inside his pants and shorts and found his bung hole. It took a little time to drive his finger inside, then he began pumping his finger in and out of his ass and jacking off while he watched the pair next door humping away. The finger did the trick and he jolted twice, the cum barely oozing out of his cock and falling into the flower bed. He let his prick twitch and shake and he tried to calm his breathing.
The kid hadn't made it yet. He did a minute later, and they both giggled and laughed and then fell flat on the grass.
"Now that will be tough," Beth said. "How will I be able to explain grass stains on my tits?" They both laughed again.
Andy stood up quietly and went into his back door without making a sound. When he came out his pants still weren't zipped up but he carried an expensive 35-millimeter camera. He sat down at the hole again and focused through the slot, then with the lens against the fence, he shot six pictures of the pair on the grass. Some showed them mated, some as they were coming apart, and a last one as they kissed, his hands fondling her tits. Andy smiled, they would be dramatic pictures, even if he would have to develop and print them himself. He began dreaming what he could do with them.
He bent over and checked the fence hole again. The pair were putting back on clothes. He watched the woman, sad when she slid into her blouse and covered up those beautiful boobs.
He went back into the house and sat in front of the air conditioner. Sometimes he wondered why he had retired. There were plenty of jobs he could do. And a man who could still jack-off surely wasn't worn out enough to put out to pasture.
He washed carefully, shaved and sat down with the afternoon paper. There would be several good jobs he could qualify for, especially now that business firms were finding out they could cash in on a man's experience without having to pay him what he was worth twenty years ago.
Back inside Beth's house she stood with her arms around Kirk for a long time. He was taller than she was, she liked that, and he had a longer prick than Hal did. She liked that too. She had an hour before she had to leave for work.
"How long is your cock?" she asked him suddenly.
He shrugged, "Six-and-a-half inches."
"Prove it."
He grinned and nodded. Thev found a ruler and she helped him get it hard.
"Kiss him again, he likes it," Kirk said. She did, then sucked it into her mouth, relishing the salty cum-flavor of it. When she let him out they measured.
"Six-and-three-quarters inches," she read. "You lied."
"I didn't want to scare your little cunt."
"Ha! How much do you think I can take in my 'little' cunt?"
"Seven inches, maybe eight?"
"Come on, unbeliever." She took him into the bedroom where she took a candle from the top shelf of her dresser. The bottom of it was perfectly smooth. It tapered to a gentle point where the wick had been cut off. It had never been lighted. The candle was a fifteen-incher.
"Your fucking candle?"
"True. Want it up your ass?"
"I'm not queer."
"Of course not, but you can still get a little thrill out of a finger up your butt. Think what it would be with a candle. But that's another story." She lay on the bed and lifted her skirt. She hadn't bothered to put her panties on.
"You think eight inches, huh?"
She spit on the candle base, then nosed it into her cunt and began fucking it in and out, each time probing a little deeper. She probed again and again, then grunted and blinked and said she'd hit bottom. Kirk stared in amazement. There was no more than three inches of candle left in the air. She marked the point with her thumbnail, then pulled the candle out of her cunt in slow reverse fucking motions.
They measured it.
"Twelve-and-a-quarter inches," he said. "I'll be damned."
"You will if you keep fucking around with married women. My husband ever finds you here, zappo!"
Kirk's eyes went wild for a moment, then he zipped his fly and ran for the front door. She caught him just as he was going out. She pulled him inside and kissed him once more, putting his hands on her tits.
"Now that's a fucking better way to say good-bye. And, Kirk, don't come back any more. You don't get inside this door ever again."
He nodded and ran out the door. She saw him come back that way a half-hour later, and he remembered not to throw a paper on their porch. She already had one.
Beth watched him go past and pushed a tear from her cheek. There was no way to explain it. She must need some kind of help. She'd been fucking so much lately it seemed like she was a damned whore.
She stopped. Maybe she was and just didn't know it? Maybe she was a natural prostitute who had missed her calling? Beth laughed. Nothing so dramatic. She just liked to fuck, what was wrong with that? And as long as she wasn't hurting anyone? She was really a teacher. She took sex education from the classroom and gave advanced courses in show and tell and do. That seemed simple enough.
Beth showered and put on her uniform, discarding the pantyhose for panties and bobby sox. Her shoes were sturdy with crepe soles to take some of the strain off her legs. She combed her hair and put it up in the hair net required, and drove to work.
For some reason it had been a wild, hard day. Lots of kids and lots of regulars. She worked steadily until ten o'clock before she took a five-minute break. She'd earned over three dollars in tips so far. It was going to be a fine night. But as she worked she was aware that she had been sizing up every kid who came into the place. She tried to guess how big each boy's cock would be, or tie down for certain if he had fucked or not. It would be fun to check her answers with the facts.
By eleven the Tip Top was thinning out. She hadn't seen Hal and she had no idea if that was good or bad. At eleven-thirty Helen did her work and finished ahead of Beth.
"Hell, Beth, that's why you get paid more, more responsibility. I wouldn't touch your job. See you tomorrow."
Beth waved as she counted the money again, she couldn't get it to come out the same twice. In desperation she wrote a note and put it all in the safe.
As she clanged the safe and spun the dial she realized that she hadn't locked the door after Helen went out. It was too late now. Hal wouldn't come back; she was sure of that.
As soon as .she stepped into the back room and killed the front lights, she saw him. He lay on the couch, smoking a cigarette and rubbing his hard cock.
"Hi, fucker," he said.
She stopped. There was no sense in running out the front way. She looked up and frowned as two more figures rose up from behind the stacked paper goods and moved toward her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Now, good old fucker Beth, we're gonna have ourselves a little party, and you're gonna be the star attraction." It was Hal talking, and she would not have guessed it were he except for the fact he was standing there and his mouth was moving.
"Let me introduce my co-fuckers. Over there behind you is Lincoln Jones, he's our nominal nigger in this deal. And beside him is that cold bitch, the only fourteen-year-old cunt in Hanover High who ain't been fucked yet, Miss Priss herself, Nobody's Pulaski."
Beth thought there should be a girl back there, and as she stared into the shadows she saw one pair of blue jeans that had a bigger ass than the other one. That would be Nobody's.
"Shut your shitty mouth, Hal. We know you talk big, now show us them thirty-eight-inch tits you claim you fucked." That was Nobody's.
"Nobody's, that's no way to talk to a lady. You got to have class, you got to talk pretty and work up her sex glands, you got to say nice things about her boobs and rub them soft and gentle like."
As Hal talked, the tall, thin black boy came up behind her and wrapped one black arm around her neck in a strangle hold. Beth didn't struggle. She knew he would simply tighten his hold and cut off her air. Hal stood in front of her along with the girl. She wore a tight shirt and blue jeans. If she had any breasts they were bound tightly.
Hal made the first move, unbuttoning her white uniform at the top.
"Now, Nobody's, this is what a girl's chest should look like. We call them breasts; that's T ... I ... T ... S."
"I can spell, stupid."
Beth caught Nobody's eye and tried to hold it, to make her see what was happening. But she looked away. Hal rubbed her breasts a moment, then pushed the uniform away and reached behind her to get at the bra hook. She struggled.
"Mamma, you do any more of that and old Lincoln gonna take out his slicer and cut that mothafucker bra off you."
She stood still after that and let him take off her bra.
"Now there, Nobody's is a set of Hoppers, look at them tits and eat your cunt out."
The girl moved up closer as Beth's breasts fell out of the bra. Her eyes went wide. "Damn, that's a lot of tit. You use silicone?"
"Course she didn't, dumb-dumb. You never ask a lady a question like that." His hand melted around one breast and Beth fought the touch.
"Now tits are the first thing that a guy works on when he wants to fuck a girl, right? So, Nobody's let's see your tits. You've got to have something in there."
She shook her head and backed away.
"Shit, we're all friends here. We're all gonna be bare-assed naked in a few minutes. You want me to pull out my cock or something in trade?"
"Yeah."
"So all right." Hal unzipped his pants and reeled out his hard cock.
"Hey, it's hard already."
"Yeah, I'm ready to fuck you, Nobody's."
"Don't call me that no more. My name is Lani."
"Lani Pulaski?"
"Yeah, my folks went to Hawaii that year."
"So peel, Lani."
"Lani, don't listen to him. Don't do anything that you don't want to do. He can't make you," Beth said in a rush.
"Shit," Lani said. She looked at the older woman. "I really want to. Nobody'd take me seriously before." She pulled off the tight T-shirt and under that unhooked a bra so tight that it left red marks around her sides. Her small breasts, wrinkled and pressed down by the tight wrapping, began to lift a little. She rubbed them with her fingers and soon they were up to where they belonged, maybe a thirty-three-inch bust, Beth thought.
"I'm shit on," Hal said. "The little cunt does heave some tits. Look at that."
As they looked Beth realized another hand was playing with her boobs. She looked down and saw the black fingers rubbing her, playing with her nipple, and at first she wanted to scream. A black man, even a black kid. She didn't want any part of sex with a black. Any black.
She looked back at Lani, and the steady rubbing on her breasts turned into a steady warming trend. Hal took over again.
"So, we got two braods with tits, will anybody wager that these same broads also have cunts hidden away in some dank, deep, dark place?"
"Yeah, man, Lincoln said. I've got ten bucks that says seven to nine that this big titter here has a cunt."
Hal looked around. "Sorry, Sir, no takers on that bet. What about the little broad?"
Lincoln shook his head. "I don't know man. She could really be a guy hooked on smoking pot. You know what pot does to the male breast, enlarges it.
She could have enough to be a he, know what I mean?"
Hal laughed. "Well, she uses the girls' can at school, that's all I know. Never proved nothing with her myself. We'll check out the old broad first. Just keep up that good work on the tits, then she'll be warmed up good."
Lincoln moved and Beth went with him. He moved her to the couch and sat her down. His hand came away from her neck but clamped tightly on a tit.
"Now, mamma, you don't move and you don't get your tit stretched out none, right?"
Hal worked on the dress from behind, then they stood her up and in one quick movement, pulled down her white uniform and her pink panties all in one swoop.
"And there we have cunt, tits, a whole woman," Hal said. "Lovely little Lani, my dear, you are next. Shall we assist you?"
"I can strip by myself. How about you peeling?"
They both took off their clothes, and then Lincoln did the same. Hal moved in on Beth and pushed her down on the couch. His cock swung over her mouth and she looked away. He lowered it until it hit her nose and came to a stop resting against her lips. "Chew, anyone?" Hal asked.
Beth lay there, not sure what to do, or say. How could she get away from three of them? And the girl seemed as bad as the boys. She frowned and wanted to swat away his cock, but she knew he'd hurt her right back. She turned her head and his cock fell away.
She felt her legs pulled apart, but she wouldn't look. Hands wormed up her legs, smoothing, caressing, wound around her cunt hole and built her fires higher. In spite of herself she felt her cunt begin to seep moisture. She wanted to scream at them, all of them, but she couldn't. Then a finger played with her slit and she felt her body violated, but she couldn't look down. It was probably Hal; he'd want firsts. But she wasn't sure.
She tried to turn, but someone held her. She wanted to get up and run out the door, even naked, she'd attract some attention, and get out of this trap, this boy trap!
Then she sensed that knees had gone between her thighs, and that a heavy something poised over her, ready to thrust deep inside her. Was it Hal or the black? She couldn't look.
She closed her eyes as the cock probed her crotch. That had to be Hal. She was about to say something to him when she felt it slide in and keep on going. Hal had grown. Then she opened her eyes and wanted to scream. A dark, black body hovered over her, his hips glued to hers, his prick sunk deep and true into her lily white and pink cunt that had never known a nigger cock.
Beth tried to faint. She couldn't.
She tried to scream, but a hand clamped tightly over her mouth. She looked up wildly. What could she do? She saw the eyes staring down. Lani's. Lani's hand also held her mouth and one hand, so there was no hope there.
The big black cock slapped in and out of her. His hands massaged her tits roughly; they hurt. She listened to his pitch mounting. He was young, no staying power, nothing like Jonas who could hold off a climax for an hour. An hour!
Yes, she should think about Jonas, so good, so true. He had stood by her even though she couldn't have any kids. When she had only enough education to get a lousy job running a small restaurant.
The hand came off her mouth.
"Take it easy now, Beth, just relax. Nobody wants to hurt you, none of us do. Just play the game and we'll get along fine. Remember, we're juveniles, underage. You'd really get your tit in a wringer if we told the law you were having us in here for sex parties, and you smoke pot, too, and everybody knows that's a felony, so just cool it."
She had listened to Hal, and almost believed him. But three of them testifying against her. How could she beat that? She lay there as the big black cock slammed in and out of her and all at once she realized that it felt exactly the same as white meat. Exactly the same. His hands on her boobies were the same as well. Hell, skin wasn't all that different. A fuck was a fuck. She felt her juices soaring then, and she knew that they wouldn't have any more trouble, because they weren't going to do anything she didn't want them to do.
She began to grind her hips against the black prick.
"Go, mamma, go!" Lincoln said, panting.
She heaved harder at him and he broke in two, his cum splashing hot and sticky inside her twat on six hard thrusts.
"Damn, Lincoln, that all the better ass you can throw? Let Hal in the saddle there, he can outfuck you any day. Watch him, Lani, and see how a natural born fucker works."
Hal shook his head. "Now, I want you on top. Get off there and go piss that black cum out of your twat and wash it. Then you can have the honor of fucking me silly. Move it!"
She jumped up. She saw Hal sit down beside Lani who stood near the couch. He pulled her down beside him and began rubbing her tits.
"Well, Lani, now you've seen a fuck. What do you think?"
"Damn, I think she liked to fuck, after a while." He rubbed her breasts more, trying to get some rise out of her. At last he saw her nipples begin to glow to rise. He showed them to her.
"See, I told you, you could be a good fucker. You just got to try stop being a torn boy. Wear your T-shirt, but not with that dam tight bra. I'm going to tear it into shreds. Let your old boobies show, and your nipples. Hell, guys really dig seeing a girl's nipples through her clothes."
His hand had dropped to her bare legs and he eased it between her thighs. They were quivering.
"Hey, baby, you scared?"
"Sure. I ain't never done this before."
"Look, it's easy. Nothing to it. Didn't you see Beth get fucked?"
Lani nodded. "But watchin' and doin ... that's different."
"Nothing to it, baby. Nothing."
"Will you help me, slow?"
"Sure, sure. You ever been kissed?"
""Course, dummy."
"Then kiss me."
She reached out and put her lips on his and kissed him, then pulled back.
"Yeah, well there's more to kissing than that. Now when I kiss you just open your lips and your teeth, okay?"
"He have to watch?" she said pointing at Lincoln.
"He's your buddy. Now pucker up." He kissed her and drove his tongue into her surprised mouth and into her throat. She tried to back away but he had his arm around her and drew her down to the couch. Before she could protest he eased her to her back and kept up his kiss, his hand gently smoothing her breasts. When he let go of her mouth, she looked up at him with a new wonder. "That's a kiss?"
"Frenching it, fuckkissing. You like it?"
"Well, I guess. I mean it was funny, made me feel all funny."
He kept rubbing her breasts and put one hand on her leg, his fingers busy inside her thigh, working up. He kept talking to her, softly, gently.
"Baby, making love is like becoming another person, it's doing something for someone, helping somebody to experience pleasure, it's having enjoyment yourself, it's growing up damn fast and knowing what love and sex is all about. You're ready, just let go with all those things, you've heard. Just let your body take over and feel."
His hand was at her crotch now and gently he pushed her legs farther apart. His fingers went around her cunt hole and worked closer as he droned on, a soft voice made comforting and reassuring. When his fingers brushed her outer cuntlips she jumped.
"What was that?"
"Baby, relax, you know what that was, my fingers touched your outer lips. Did it feel good?"
"I don't know; do it again."
He did, letting his fingers stay there, rubbing softly. Lani sighed, looked at him and nodded. She kept her lips tightly together like she didn't trust her voice. Hal grinned and rubbed her lips again, then worked up to her clit and twanged it once and moved on.
Lani gasped. "What in hell?"
"Your clit." He explained it to her.
"Do it again!"
He did, then again and again. He had hit it a few times when Lani let out a small cry, yelped and began to shiver and shake in a sudden sharp climax. It was over in about twenty seconds, but she had wrapped her arms around him and her lips glued to his. She held him long after the spasms were gone.
"Oh, shit! That was fine. I climaxed, right? Heard the girls talking about it. Christ, but that was wild. Do it again."
He shook his head. "You're ahead of me. One for you, and one for me."
She frowned at him, then looked down where his prick lay hot and ready against her thigh. "You planning on ramming that big rod up my little cunt?"
"No, I'll do it gently, and just if you ask me to, okay?"
She nodded.
He moved closer to her, his hand working her cunt now, one finger plunging in and out, spreading the lubrication, getting her ready. She watched him.
"You about ready to poke me?"
"Yeah."
"You going to ask me if you can?"
"God, already, all right, can I fuck you?"
"Shit yes!"
He moved over her, easing down to her crotch and letting his prick nose around for a moment, then began urging it forward, letting it find the hole. She shrugged as he missed, then her eyes widened as he struck the hole, eased in then out and in again. On the third stroke he sank into her deeply and rested on her, pelvic bone on pelvic bone.
"I'm in," he said resting.
"I should say to fuck you are!" She turned to Lincoln. "Hey, Line, I'm getting fucked! Me, Lani, getting my cunt fucked!"
"Rah." he said.
Hal began moving in and out, and she moaned and groaned with every stroke.
"Saw some broad do that in a sex movie once."
"You feel that way?"
"No, I feel great."
"Then get ready, because I'm about to fuck it to you harder." He gritted his teeth, his hands balled into fists and his toes curled in as he rammed her again and shot his wad.
She grunted as he belted into her again and again, then she grinned.
"Now can I have your baby?" she asked.
He had dropped on her, spent, but that brought him up short.
"You do and I'll kill you," he said.
"Sure you will, you shit-head. You talk big, but you fuck good. Let's fuck again."
"For Christ's sake, girl, a guy can't just fuck and fuck again. You got to let me rest a little first."
"Chicken, huh."
"Line, tell this broad about the birds and fucking."
"Your bird, you tell her," Line said.
Hal gave up and pulled out of her. She sat up and looked at her twat as the cum began to run out.
"Hey, what do I do now?"
"Go take a piss," Beth said who had been standing by the door. She could have left, but not with any clothes. She had decided to wait. Now she moved up and watched them all.
"I'd say the party is about over, men. You both got fucked, which was your big idea. Now why don't you both get out of here and let me have a talk with Lani."
The boys pulled on their clothes, waved and left. When Lani came out of the John, Beth was dressed and trying to let out the bra. It was about five years too small for Lani. Beth threw it into the trash and flipped her the other clothes.
"Put these on, then you and I are going to have a long talk."
They did. Beth explained a lot of things about being a girl, and found out Lani lived with her widowed father and three brothers. Beth told her to get a padded bra, one that would give her a little more shape. They talked all the way home. Beth let her off and asked her to come in and see her at the Tip Top after four, any time. Lani promised to come.
At home Beth found Jonas sleeping. She crawled in beside him, careful not to wake him up.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Beth settled into her new work hours. She was now on from one to seven. She had to take a pay cut to get the better time, but it would allow her more time with her husband. She was worried about him. He thanked her for the change and banged her for two hours steady when she told him. She loved it.
The first week on the new hours everything went smoothly. She didn't see Hal, waved at Kirk when he brought the paper, and had no idea if Joe were still going to the theater instead of school. The idea did seem interesting. When the movie opened the next day at their little neighborhood theater she sat in her car near the entrance and watched for him. He didn't come before one and she was late to work. The next day she did the same thing and found him just after twelve-thirty starting to go in. She called to him, and he hurried over to her car.
"Like the movie?"
"Looks good. It's new."
"Getting any?"
He laughed. "No. You?"
"I could use some excitement. Could you meet me somewhere tomorrow morning about ten?"
They arranged a place and he said what should he wear. She laughed and said as little as possible, and drove off to work. Of course she wouldn't be at the meeting place. It had been a spur of the moment thing. But it would be nice to see him naked. All that young boy flesh.
She shivered.
The next morning at nine-fifty she was waiting at the street corner where they had decided to meet. He was there five minutes later in walking shorts and a T-shirt. She drove at once to the wilderness park at the edge of town and they hiked up a trail for half a mile, then cut into the dense undergrowth and woods and sat down. He didn't even kiss her, just reached out and began petting her breasts.
"I guess I know what part of me you like best," she said.
"This is the only part of you I've seen in the flesh."
She looked around. They were over half a mile from the nearest road, and a hundred yards off the nearest trail, with dense brush and trees all around them. It was safe.
"How would you like to see some more of me, right now?"
He grinned. She wore a sun halter which looped around her neck and tied low in back covering her breasts, yet only casually. She pulled the tie at her waist and a moment later had slipped it off revealing her twin towers of tits.
"Mother, mother, mother ... now those are tits!" He reached for them, but she held up her hand.
"Strip something off, a T-shirt, for instance."
He did. She put her hands on his young skin, fingered his man tits and bent to kiss them. His hands were busy on her breasts and before she knew it she was lying down on her back, he moving over top of her.
"Hey, hey, slow. We've got two hours." He had lain on top of her, and she felt his hard cock press against her. They sat up, moved a little to a spot of warming sun and played with each other. She unzipped his pants and saw that he wore no shorts. She unbuckled his pants, too, and folded them back so she could find his balls and probed and pulled and played. He laughed and fondled her breasts, getting her warmer than she wanted to think about.
She sat there pumping his cock, wondering why in hell she was there, flat on her ass fucking around with some teenager she didn't know? Maybe that was it, because she didn't know him. She gave up thinking about it and helped him pull of his walking shorts and shoes. Then she slid out of her skirt and panties.
"That really got to me when you kicked off your panties in that theater. Damn sure like to be the cleanup man who found those. He must have split a gut."
She sat on his shorts, and her skirt and kept her knees together. Her hand kept pumping him back and forth. Then she couldn't stand it, she turned and went down on him, pulling his cock into her mouth. She pushed him around until his head was next to her crotch. She took his prick out of her mouth and smiled.
"Darling, I'm going to suck you off until you shoot your first load into my mouth. See what you can do about having a box lunch at my Y." He looked puzzled. "Sweetheart, just put your head into my crotch and eat my cunt, tongue me good."
She didn't wait for an answer or reaction, simply returned to his pulsing, pounding cock and took it back into her mouth. Her head pumped up and down on his glans until he began to pant. She didn't think it would take long with this kid. His hips started to jam into her, thrusting his prick deep into Beth's mouth. She put her hand around his cock so it couldn't go too deeply, then rode out his excitement. The first jolt of juice caught her by surprise, almost gagged her, but then they came regularly and she was ready, gulping each down as it shot into her mouth. He sighed, and she licked his prick clean, sucked the final bits of juice from it and pulled it out.
She hadn't felt him at her cunt at all. "Get your nose in it, Joe. You'll never really know how good pussy is until you've eaten a little. Go ahead, damn it."
He looked at her, shrugged and moved between her thighs. His kisses hit both sides of her legs, working down, then he planted one on her cunt and she yelped, spurting some lubrication at him. He laughed and kissed around the edges of her lips, then nibbled at them, and she almost climaxed.
"Your tongue. Bet you can't push it down into me.
He tried, but it folded. At last he pushed a different way and edged his tongue into the opening of her vagina. She gave a little cheer and he came up, his face dripping with her juices.
She used his T-shirt to wipe off his face, then kissed him.
"Now, darling, it's your turn. What would you like me to do for you next?"
"Asshole me?"
She grinned. "Why not? Just a little finger-fucking up the old rectum, right? You're not queer, are you?"
He laughed at her this time and shook his head. I like cunt too much for that. But if it's a girl messing around, it's okay."
She got her finger juiced up in her twat, then bent him over and played with his bung.
"You know about the little trigger down in there?"
He shook his head.
"Some damn little gland. It actually has something to do with a man climaxing. I've heard that doctors can go up a man's rectum and massage that gland, and the guy ejaculates, blows a load."
"Crazy, try it."
She worked to get into his ass, but at last she had his tight hole loosened up enough, then she turned around so she was pointing her finger toward his stomach, and tried to find something to rub. She probed and probed and at last he said deeper, push in deeper. He thought she found something.
He turned and kissed her and she pushed hard and watched his prick. It jolted. The finger scraped something and pressed it again and again inside him, and Joe moaned.
"What the fuck, it's just like a cum."
He shot another load, spurting it six inches from his prick, dripping into the grass. He nodded and she pulled her finger out of him.
"Damn, that smells like shit," she said.
"Now how do you suppose that could happen?"
"What was it like? How did it feel?"
"Not quite like a good fuck. I mean it was more like jacking off. You know it's there and it's about ready to cum, but there's none of that overpowering urge, that animal lust that makes you want to drive your cock deep into a pussy and really plant the old semen. Just not the same. But a cum is a cum."
He looked at her, bent and kissed her breasts then began petting them, his arm around her.
"Hold it right there, you two, don't move. I've got a gun on you. Move and I'll shoot."
The unexpected voice came from the rear. Neither had heard anything, no movement, nothing. Beth began to shake. She was trembling and only Joe's strong right arm held her in a sitting position.
"Who are you?" Joe asked.
"I'll ask the fucking questions, kid," the sharp reply came. "First, you two married?"
"Yes," Joe shot back.
"Liar," the voice said. "That bitch is old enough to be your mother. She's way over thirty-five, but she's got good tits, right?"
"Right, man, right!" another voice said from in front of them. The man stepped out from behind a tree. He was in his mid-twenties, had a bottle in one hand and a brown paper cigarette in the other.
"Now, you two have a fucking permit?"
Joe chanced a turn and saw the person behind them did have a gun, an old .22 rifle, but even a .22 can kill. He was younger than the man in front and seemed to have about half of his teeth missing.
"Shut up, kid, let's get on with the important stuff."
"Aw, you said I could play cop first."
"You did, you did. They both scared spitless and shitless. Look at the cunt shiver."
The one behind kicked Joe in the side. "Stand up, assholer. You like assholes so much maybe I give you something to remember me by."
Joe stood. The other man wrapped his belt around Joe's throat twice, then buckled it around a tree and over a high limb.
"Hold out your hands, naked nature boy," the younger one said.
Joe did, he had no choice. The older one tied them with monofilament fishing line, using an unbeatable end knot. They put down the rifle and turned back to Beth. She hadn't moved.
"Now, old mama cunt, we gonna have ourselves one fucking good cunt time here with fucks and sucks and pokes and everything. You a three-hole girl, I know. We been awatchin'."
Beth still shook so hard she couldn't talk. She tried to remember that class she took in unarmed self defense. She had forgotten most of it. Genitals. Hit their stiff prick or kick them in the balls. That much she remembered. But they had a gun!
She watched the older one come toward her.
"Stand up, cunt, let's look over our surprise package. You a real find, you are. Big tits. Look at the size of them swampers, kid? Now them is tits!"
Beth was trying to figure it. Maybe one would fuck her and then, while he was tired and before the second one got on, she would have a chance. But until then, play scared.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice quavering.
"Pussy. You got any?"
They both laughed at that.
The bigger one came up and touched her tits. Could she kick him now? No, he'd see it. He turned his head to say something to the younger one. It was her chance. She swung her foot with all her might. Her aim was true. The top of her foot smashed into his crotch full force, driving his balls upward until they hit his pelvic bones, smashing one, shattering the sac and flooding his body with pain so awful that he could only crumple and pass out before his voice expressed it.
Beth was closer to the rifle now than the younger man. She rushed toward it, almost before the kid knew what had happened. She picked it up. and turned the muzzle toward him.
"Careful with that, ma'am, I filed a hair trigger on that cunt."
She was breathing hard. She put her finger near the trigger but not on it.
"I know how to shoot, mister. I was on my college's rifle team. So get over there and untie Joe."
She waved the gun at him and he moved, a look of surprise still on his face. He looked at his big friend still unconscious on the ground.
"How'd you do that, put him down?"
"I kicked him in the balls. You want the same?"
"No, no, just wondered. You one of them female cops?"
"No, then I could kill you without getting into trouble."
She watched him he unhooked the belt and took it off Joe's neck.
"You have a knife?" Joe asked him. The man nodded.
"Put it on the ground right over there." The man did. Joe waved at Beth to bring the gun. She did and it slid into his hands easily. He checked for a safety, there was none, it seemed cocked and ready to go, a little gun for hunting squirrels. Beth got the knife and standing to one side carefully cut the fishing line, then threw the knife deep into the woods. Joe gave her the rifle again and took the belt. He duplicated the tie job, wrapping the belt tightly around the small man's throat, then lifting it over a branch and buckled it around the tree. He had to stand very straight to keep from choking.
Joe went to the older man who was starting to come back to consciousness on the ground. He found the roll of fishing line and tied his hands and feet.
As quickly as they could then, both he and Beth dressed and stood looking at the pair.
"Come on, you can't leave us here this way. Nobody might find us for days," the smaller man yelled.
"Tough shit, man. Next time don't jam your ass into other people's business."
They turned and walked through the woods to the trail, then paused. For a while they could still hear the shouts for help. They got into their car and that was when Beth remembered the rifle.
"Oh, I took it apart on the way down the hill," Joe said. "I threw it in sixteen different directions. Nobody will ever put that one back together again."
She drove out of the park and at the first phone booth she stopped. "We better tell the cops about that pair," she said. She made the call. .
"Police should go to the end of trail four in the Wilderness Park on High Street. You'll find two men there who tried to rape a woman. One may need medical attention."
She clicked the phone down sharply breaking the connection. Beth thought through what she had said. Yes, it was all there. They got back on the boulevard and five minutes later met a police car, its red light and siren flashing as it charged up the hill toward the park. There were dozens of cars on the street by that time and the officers in the car paid no attention to Beth and Joe.
Ten minutes later she drove back to her usual parking spot just down from the Tip Top and sighed.
"Well, it was an experience."
He laughed. "You were cool. I've never seen a woman put down a man the way you did. It was perfect."
"I decided if I didn't do something we were both dead. They didn't give you a chance. You were a threat. They didn't think I was any problem."
"But that kick. You waited until he turned away, and your foot must have been going fifty miles an hour when you hit his balls."
She looked at her watch. "I have to be to work in twenty minutes. I don't know how you feel about this, but I am too old for you."
"Hell, I don't care."
"Just what did you think, an old broad like me jacking you off in the movie?"
"Crazy, I thought it was wile. I thought maybe you needed a thrill and picked me out because I was the only young guy in the place."
"Yeah, that's about it." She sighed. "Well, don't count on any more thrills from me. I've about had it. At least I learned not to do any more outdoor fucking. It can get downright dangerous."
"How about one more little tit feel?"
She laughed, checked the street and leaned over. She had her uniform in the back seat. He slid his hand inside her halter and rubbed her tits, pinched her nipples and then came away.
"Best damn tits I'll ever get to play with, I'll tell you that."
"Thank you, kind sir. Now, Joe, why don't you go home, tell your folks you don't dig school and can't stand it, and that you want to go to work and start paying board and room at home. Your mom will understand that."
"Hell, my old man makes fifty thousand a year."
"So they don't need the money. Your father will like it, think it shows initiative, and that you take after him."
"Yeah, I'll see; I might try it."
He got out of the car and waved. She took the sack with her uniform in and headed for the back door of the Tip Top. Another day, another fucking dollar.
She changed and took over ten minutes early. Helen wasn't on duty yet. She handled the work quickly, easily. Maybe it was time she moved on to a better job. Hell, she was solving everybody's problems but her own around here.
That afternoon Beth Warnick decided she'd had it with the food business. She was going to go back to the community college and take some typing courses, maybe even shorthand. She could get a job in a minute as a receptionist. All she'd have to do would be wear a tight sweater or a low cut blouse and she'd have a front office job quick. Probably make more money than she did here. She'd tell Jonas about it as soon as she got home.
CHAPTER NINE
At nine a.m. the next morning, Andy Franks walked down his driveway, along the sidewalk and up the drive of his next door neighbors, the Warnicks. He rang the bell and waited, knowing that he looked at his best with a fresh shave, hair combed neatly and wearing slacks, and a sport shirt. He put on his best smile as Mrs. Warnick came to the door.
"Beth, do you have a minute? I've got a kind of small domestic problem over at my place, and you said one day if I ever needed any help. . ,."
"Hi, Andy. I'll be glad to. Let me turn on the washer first and then I'll be along. Wait for me." She ran away from the door and Andy Franks loved the way her tits bounced.
Three minutes later Beth and Andy Franks walked into his house. When his wife had been alive it had been spotless, now it looked the same, and she knew he hired no cleaning lady.
"I'm afraid the place isn't cleaned up very well, but what I wanted to show you is in my den. It's down here. It used to be the guest room, but since we don't have many guests any more...."
She followed him and thought she caught a stolen glance at her breasts. But that was un-likely; Mr. Franks must be over sixty.
He opened the door and let her in, then switched on the lights and closed the door behind her. At first she couldn't make out the room. Then she saw it was a kind of gallery-but the pictures! The first straight ahead was an oil painting of a beautiful nude, but not the kind you see in galleries. This one was a full front view with the girl winking and displaying both breasts and her pink cunt, juicy and with what could only be a string of semen running out one side.
She looked away only to find other pictures of the same type. It was a room filled with erotic art.
"Mr. Franks, I don't see...."
"Oh, my dream room, I call it. I'm having trouble getting one picture set straight, if you could stand back and help me, I'd appreciate it."
Beth lifted her brows. She had a dirty old man living right beside her, and she didn't even know it.
Wild. Crazy! She moved back where he pointed and looked ahead. She saw a black man pushing his cock into a white girl. The picture was a close up showing his prick bigger than life size, and showing how her cunt was stretched and red and swollen and some cunt hairs pulled inside with the big cock.
"Mr. Franks, I really don't think I want to help...."
"My dear, it'll just take you a moment. The picture I'm interested in is right over here." He snapped on a light switch and a small spotlight shone down on an 8x10 inch print, and the color wasn't very good, but as Beth walked toward it, she sucked in an involuntary gasp of surprise.
There on a green lawn a woman and a man were making love, and the woman's face was clear. It was her, Beth Warnick!
"How on earth ...?" She turned to Mr. Franks who stood there slowly rubbing an enormous lump behind his fly.
"I mean, where did you ever get my head to put on a pasteup composite picture like that?"
Mr. Franks unzipped his fly and began tugging at his stiff cock. "My dear, I hoped you weren't going to take this stupid reaction. You can't deny it, I saw you fucking him with my own eyes, and my own lens. I printed the picture myself. There's no way you can deny it. Now what I had in mind is a simple trade."
Beth ran for the door and pulled at it, twisted the knob, but it came off in her hands.
"A simple expedient, my dear. The door is locked. I'm going to insist that you hear my suggestion." He stroked what now seemed to be a twelve-inch penis. She recoiled.
"I won't lie to you, I have only six negatives, from which I can make six color enlargements. One of which you see. I'll be glad to surrender each of the color negatives to you and guarantee that I have no other prints, copies or negatives of that shot."
"For what?"
"Why, my dear, you're beginning to see the light. Yes, I rather thought you would. You're a very attractive girl, woman, and I haven't had the delight of a young woman like you for, say, forty years. So just one session with you here on a morning when none of your young friends will be coming around, and the bargain would be complete."
"You want to fuck me, a straight trade."
"Well, yes, an hour or so, we might elect to have one of several interesting experiences." He still rubbed the big penis.
"And you want the first one right now?"
"If it would be convenient, yes."
"I don't see any other way, do you?"
"Beth, my dear, I quite agree with you. I don't see how it should bother you. You like to fuck; you seem to get away with it, so why not with me?"
She didn't want to say what she was thinking: because he was an old man, wrinkled, pot-bellied and generally all around disgusting.
She stalled by looking at the porno display. She'd never seen so many fucking pictures in her life. He had every color and size and age. One showed what looked like two five-year-olds fucking until she saw they were midgets.
"Why don't we get started," he said and touched a panel in the wall. One section opened and a bed rolled out. He sat down and began taking off his clothes. "May I help you undress, Beth?"
"If you need to get your prick hard." Then she got curious. "How old are you, Andy?"
"Sixty-four."
"And you can still fuck?"
"Naturally." He chuckled. "And sometimes unnaturally."
She watched as he pulled off his shirt. He was tanned, and not as shrunken or wrinkled as she expected.
"Yes, I guess I am." She took off her blouse, and let her breasts swing free.
"Ah, yes, beautiful. I imagine you get tired of men telling you how tantalizing your breasts are."
"For Christ's sake call them tits!"
He laughed. "Yes, your tits. They are magnificent, the ultimate in womanly beauty."
"Thanks, and no girl ever gets tired of hearing that. Now how do you want to fuck?"
"I thought we might be a little more romantic." He had taken off his pants and shorts and stood, thin, pot-bellied and showing some wrinkles on spindly legs. His real cock still hung down, cold and soft. "Some music, perhaps?"
She nodded.
He flipped a switch she hadn't seen and a record player began. She guessed it was an eight-track tape. The music flowed over her like a strong wine, sure, sultry, exciting.
She let him watch her as she took off her house skirt and then her panties.
"How many different women have you fucked, Andy?"
He stared at her delicious form, her tiny waist, bulging bone-bound hips and her beautiful tits. The heavy swatch of cunt fur seemed to fascinate him.
"Oh, not many. I was faithful to one woman for over thirty years. Let's see, actually fucked, two, three, four. You'll be the fifth."
"Only five in all those years?"
"Yes, that's right." He stepped toward her and she saw his cock was still soft. That was something new for her. Usually a man was hot and ready to go by the time she got her blouse off, let alone her panties.
He sat down on the bed and nodded. She sat beside him.
"Hadn't we better get that hard?"
"That's your job, Beth. Any ideas?"
She nodded, sighed and brought his hands to her tits. He left them there. He began to rub and a glint showed in his eyes.
"You're really a gung-ho sex fiend, aren't you? Ready to fuck at the drop of a universe."
"It takes me a while to get started." He fondled her breasts again, then pushed her down on the bed and crawled between her thighs.
She spread her legs knowing he couldn't do anything yet. But miraculously she felt the hard cock touch her leg, then find the hold and slowly bore into her.
"Now that's what I call fast, you were soft only a minute ago."
"You do things to me," he said. She felt the prick stroke into her and then out. Somehow it felt strange, but she couldn't say why.
He didn't seem too big, and she hadn't expected any big prick. The one he showed at first had been some kind of a joke, a phony just to scare her.
He paused in his fucking and looked at her. "A little break, my right knee gives me trouble some time." He reached down and massaged it, then his hands came back to his waist and he fussed a minute, then spread out over her again and went on stroking into her.
Again it felt different, strange and deep! That was it, his cock was probing into her farther than before, a good ten inches. She'd had a candle in that far before and knew how it felt. He couldn't possibly have ten inches.
Then his hand covered her clit and he began rubbing her. For one long delicious moment she wanted to stop it all and find out what was going on, but her clit pounded and screamed at her to let him go and a moment later she was lost in the fast build of a climax so strong and powerful that she wasn't sure if she would ever come down.
She soared up, up, up again, and then did a flip and came back down, scattering lovers on the way, staying just out of reach of their hands and their three-foot-long swaying pricks. She'd never seen them so big, so long. You could play baseball with them and hit home runs every time.
She sailed back to a soft landing and there was Andy, also with a three-foot-long cock, his eyes vacant, empty holes in dead skin pulled over his fleshless skull.
Beth gurgled out a scream.
She blinked and gasped and came back to reality. What in the hell was going on down there? He couldn't have a cock that big!
"Hey, what the hell you doing to me?"
He looked up, and his face was tight, eyes almost closed. She felt his body shudder and then he gasped. He had cum. She felt nothing but the long prodding thing inside of her.
"Get it out!" she demanded. "Get that thing out of me. I know it isn't you."
He panted hard, wanting to lie down on those delicious soft tits, but couldn't. He pushed up and pulled out of her. She leaned up and watched.
"A dildo! A goddamn plastic prick! You jammed that in me and didn't even let me know?"
"It's all right, I came inside of it. You can't get pregnant."
She scowled. "I should knock your head off for pulling a dumb trick like that. I could get hurt that way, torn up inside by that damn plastic."
She looked at it. It was a perfect replica of a ten-inch prick, and it was hollow. It fit down over Andy's own prick and lengthened it, made it bigger, but gave him control over it with his hips. The action sure had felt real.
She pushed him away and sat up.
"Okay, you've had your fuck, now get me a match so I can burn that damn blackmail picture." She looked around the room. She was sure there weren't enough lights on to take any pictures in there. Not even with high speed film. She scowled at him.
"Don't just stand there, give me my clothes."
"We're not done yet."
"I'm done, you're sure done for at least two days."
"You have to suck me off, Beth." He was pleading now.
"Why try? You couldn't cum if Raquel Welch sucked you."
"No, but I'd sure as cunt try."
"No. You said a fuck; you got a fuck. Now I'm going home."
He pushed her back down on the bed. Beth simply rolled to the other side and jumped off. There was no weapon. She was nearly as tall as he was, and knew she was stronger. She picked up one of his shoes and held it like a club. "Now open the damn door and get out of my way."
"The front door is locked, too."
"I don't care, I'll jump through a damn window. I paid you, now get me that picture and film."
He sighed. "I guess a deal is a deal. But next time it's going to be for an hour. Anything I want to do, for an hour."
"When?"
"Next week."
She pretended to let down her guard. He jumped at her, trying to grab her arm, and she swung the heavy shoe at him. It hit his forehead and he fell to the side, hitting his head on the corner of a glass display cabinet. It made a thudding sound as his head hit, like a ripe watermelon being smashed by a rock. He fell on the floor, rolling on his back, and didn't move. He was unconscious. Good. Now she could find those damn films, all of them. She looked around the room, found only one drawer. He should have the keys in his pocket. She went back to the old man, expecting him to be groaning and sitting up. He still hadn't moved.
She looked at him again, then touched his wrist. Where was it you tried to find a pulse? She tried. Nothing. She touched his temple, no pulse there either.
Panic, pure and simple coursed through Beth. She pulled on her panties, then her skirt and blouse. She hadn't worn any shoes. Furiously she tore the picture of herself off the wall and then ran to the door. It was still locked.
Hesitatingly she went back to the body. She hated even to look at him. At last she pushed one hand toward him before she realized the keys would be in his pants. She blinked, she was losing her mind, trying to search a nude man. She found a set of keys and tried one in the lock, then another. The fourth one opened the door. She threw down the keys and ran for the back door. Panic flooded her brain. She found a pile of trash next to the rear of the fence and jumped over the wall into her own yard. What did she do now?
Call Jonas. That was all she could do. He would understand. Or would he? Would he simply kill her as well and that would end it all? She looked at the picture in her hand. She tore it in two, went in the house and burned it in the fireplace, being careful that the ashes were all broken up and burned again. The film went up in smoke as well.
Beth paced the living room. What should she do now? Act like everything was fine? The police would come and....She didn't even know if he were dead. He might just be hurt. And he might be dead. If he were dead, police would look for clues. Find the puncture wound, blood on it, fingerprints?
"Damn," she said. Her fingerprints were all over the place. She had seen enough police TV shows to know what to do about that. She put on a pair of cotton gloves, took an oily dust cloth and brought a short ladder up to the fence. When no one was looking she went over the fence and jumped into his yard. A moment later she was inside his house, dusting with the cloth every possible place she had touched, starting with the front door knob, going to the knob on the floor in the den, and then she wiped off every key.
That was when she remembered the other pictures. Where were they? She took the keys and tried each in the locked drawer. At last one worked. Inside was a loaded pistol, rolls of film, and an envelope. Inside she saw more pictures of herself and Kirk. The strip of film they had been enlarged from lay there, too. She took both, closed the drawer and locked it, then wiped everything again, and let herself out the back door, wiped the handle again and went over the fence.
It was almost nine-thirty. What was it the guilty guy on TV always did? He tried to do everything the same, the usual routine. Nothing out of the ordinary. Why wouldn't that work for her?
She dressed for work, then sat around for a while. She went into the bathroom and cried. She didn't mean any harm to the old coot. But why did he have to use that damn dildo? And why try to capture her? She decided she was the first woman he had tried to blackmail. And why not? She gave him such a damn good chance. The pictures must have been taken through a hold in the fence. They had been near his side of the yard.
She looked at them again, all the pictures, and one by one burned the eight-by-tens in the fireplace. They made a neat little pile of ashes which she brushed down the ash bin and covered it up. Now she was free and clear.
She went shopping as she had planned, put the groceries away and went to work, getting there ten minutes early. Now that was about as normal as it could go.
Twice that afternoon she found herself having to ask for an order twice. Then she made a mix-up on another order, and it was an all around lousy afternoon. It was just a little after six-thirty and she was looking forward to quitting when a man in a dark suit sat down at the counter.
She put up a glass of water for him and took the pencil from behind her ear. "What's for you today?" she asked.
"Coffee."
When she brought it and took his fifteen cents, he caught her eye. "Are you Mrs. Jonas Warnick?"
"Yes, for the past sixteen years, why?"
He held out a small silver shield. "I'm from the police," he said.
CHAPTER TEN
"Good for you," she said walking to the register and ringing up the sale. She put the slip away and went back to him. "So what's happening? Did I double park, you hungry, or do you want to see the boss?"
"No, I want to talk to you. Can you spare a moment?"
"That's about it. I'm off duty in half an hour if it's going to take long."
He shook his head. "Just routine. A neighbor of yours said she saw you talking with Andy Franks this morning. Is that right?"
"Sure. He came over about, what?-nine, maybe a little later. Wanted me to look at some recipe in a book he has. You know he wants to be a fancy cook. We never did get out the book, talked about a house plant of his instead. But I was washing so I went back about five minutes later."
Beth grinned at him and tried to give him a good side view, but he wasn't looking. She congratulated herself on being cool and casual. Inside her heart was roaring a hundred beats over normal and she was scared shitless.
"Then you didn't see him after about nine-thirty-five? "
"I guess so. Something like that. I did some more wash, then did a week's grocery shopping. You realize just how much prices are going up? Then I had to be at work at one. I got here about ten till, I usually do." She stopped and frowned.
"Hey, what's with old Andy? He rob a bank, or maybe you found a still in his back yard?"
"No, Mr. Franks is dead."
He watched her carefully as he said it, and she shook her head.
"Naw, you must have the wrong guy. Andy looks strong as a bull, he's only a little over sixty."
"He's dead, all right. Your neighbor. Looks like an accident, but we check out every angle."
"How, heart attack? Somebody robbed and shot him? How?"
"Not certain, but it looks like an accident. Fell and hit his head from the way it looks. Like I said, just routine for us."
"Sure not routine for poor old Andy," she said.
"True." He sipped the coffee. "Oh, one more thing. Have you been in his home much?"
"Not lately. Used to go over once in a while when his wife was alive. Haven't been over there for-what?-six months before today." "Ever go in the den?"
"Den? Well he had one room with a big leather chair and a couch. An old set of horns on the wall and some bookcases. That's where Andy watched football. That the place?"
He shook his head. "No, the one I'm referring to is much different. Slightly more erotic that that."
"You must have the wrong guy. Andy Franks erotic? He's about the farthest thing you'll ever find from a dirty old man."
"You're probably right." He drank the last of the coffee, made some notes in a small book, thanked her and left.
Helen gave her the eye, but she had to wait on some customers at the counter. Later she told Helen about the talk.
"Gee, a real cop. He didn't look like a cop. And he paid for his coffee."
"He was probably a detective sergeant like on TV."
"Just the facts, ma'am."
"That's the one."
The rest of her work time flashed past, and then she was in her car headed home. Jonas was there, at the front door talking to a neighbor. He left when she drove in and Jonas rushed her into the house.
"Damn, everything happens when I'm gone. You know old Andy got himself killed?" She nodded.
"May said you were over there this morning. What'd he want?" he asked.
"Something about a recipe for a dish he wanted to make, then we talked about his house plant. I talked to a policeman at work. Did Andy really die from a fall?"
"Yeah, and guess what? He had a whole room full of dirty pictures, a place to run movies and show slides of people fucking."
"Jonas, you've got to be kidding."
"No, it's true. May didn't see him for six hours and took him over a piece of pie and found the door open. She went inside and discovered the body. Cold as a mackerel."
"But dirty pictures? I just don't believe it. I mean, Andy was always such a gentleman."
"Honey, you'll never learn about men. A stiff prick has no conscience. A hot dick isn't a gentleman, it's an animal."
"Then they've taken him away?"
"May said they got him about three. Police didn't leave until half and hour ago."
"See all the excitement you miss by not staying home?" He kissed her. "Why don't you quit that greasy spoon job?"
"I've been thinking about it. I want to be a receptionist in one of those plush, thirty-story office buildings. Sit behind a big desk and smile and say hello to people and direct them to offices. Now, that sounds like real class." She smiled. "Then, too, I could get a lot of new clothes. I'd have to have them to work like that."
"Damn, I thought maybe you'd just stay home."
"Baby, if I stayed home, I'd go crazy."
They made love that night, and Beth began to relax a little.
The next morning she got Jonas off to work and watched some early morning TV. By ten she was jumpy. She called the Hills Theater and found out that they had a morning show starting at ten-fifteen.
Quickly she dressed and drove to the theater. Inside she found Joe in the same seat near the side of the far wall. She sat down beside him and stroked his leg. He looked over.
"Damn, what you doing here?"
"Just window shopping."
They watched the show a minute, then she slid down in the seat and unbuttoned the blouse she wore. His hand snaked under it and came up to her tit and she sighed.
"You don't know how good that feels, Joe. I mean really. I could sit here all day and let you play with my tits."
"I couldn't. I'd run out of cum. You know, I'm about ready to blow a load right now?"
"See how long you can hold it."
"Why?"
"That way it's sweeter when it comes, builds up more pressure, and when you blow out you really go."
"Shall I take it out?"
"Only if you'll suck on my tits."
He stood up and moved past her, then sat down so he was between her and the aisle. He counted fifteen persons in the theater, mostly in the middle section. Nobody was within fifty feet of them.
By the time Joe sat down she had her last buttons open and had slid even lower. His head vanished and closed around one of her juicy, pulsating tits.
"Darling, that feels so good when you do that. Joe, that's just the most, I dig it. I'd really like to have your big cock digging into my pussy right now. Can you do something about that? Darling, can you finger-fuck me, too? Pull that damned nylon, stretch it. I wore some old panties I thought were about to tear, anyway."
She felt his hand go between her legs and find her crotch. Beth watched a man come down the aisle like he was a manager or something, then he went into the center section and sat down. As she panicked, Joe was pulling, jerking at the nylon. At last a leg seam parted and the fabric tore. His fingers moved up and smoothed her pussy and Beth gasped.
"Oh, Joe, darling, that's just heavenly. It makes me want to fuck all day. That's so thrilling. And your mouth there, it makes me want to strip and lay down in the aisle, or here between the seats."
Her teeth nibbled at her nipple, and she groaned. "Oh, damn, but that is the most. I wish I could do something for you. You hold off as long as you can. Think about something else."
She groaned again as his finger slid into her cunt, probed then darted upstream and began wiggling around. A moment later he pulled out and two fingers jammed up her tube. She moaned and he looked up at her and grinned. She sat there that way for over ten minutes, his mouth over her tits, his fingers probing up her cunt. Then he found her clit and he trundled it. Again she was so fast she didn't believe it. There was a bombing attack in the war movie on the screen and just as a big series of bombs went off she did, too, shouting in delight, but her voice had been covered by the soundtrack.
The boy lifted off her tits, and pulled his hand out of her cunt. He wiped his hand on his pants and grinned at her.
"I blew one load already, did you know that?"
She shook her head. "Got another one coming?"
"Always have."
"Get back on that side of me. No," she put out her hand and it touched his pants where the lump was, "just stay right there and kind of turn your back to the aisle. That's it, you make a very good shield."
She put out her hand again and unzipped his pants.
"Hey, what you going to do?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Play with him."
"Right. But you sucked on me, so the least I can do is suck on you. Just relax, it won't take long." She bent down in the seat, scooted lower, rested her head on his shoulder, then a moment later had moved over into his lap with her head. She had his cock out and it slid neatly into her open mouth.
"Damn," he said. He couldn't describe how it felt. It was so out of sight. He'd jacked off before, and fucked, but wow, being sucked off by a big-titted lady in a movie theater, that was really far out. He felt her lips slide over him, hold him, lick him, suck and he nearly lost his mind.
She was right about one thing. It didn't take long. She started pumping her head up and down on him, a kind of traveling pussy, and his hips wanted to pump, too, but couldn't.
Joe knew it was coming, he felt it way back upstream and the gate closed and the pump started and there was no way to stop it. She felt his tension, and speeded up her bobbing until she felt him shoot. It hit the top of her mouth and ran down and she couldn't swallow. She waited and when it was all there, all done, she swallowed. Damn, it tasted good.
"Hey, I think somebody is coming," he whispered through his panting. She pushed his dripping cock back into his pants and zipped them, and as soon as she was done she buttoned up her blouse. Then she lay her head against his chest and pulled his arm around her. That's the way they were when the assistant manager walked into the row ahead of them and deftly flashed his light at their laps. The light went out at once.
Beth come up as if from a sleep. "What the hell?" she said softly. "Who is this dumb jerk flashing a light around?"
The man had sat down and was looking at them over the back of the seat.
"I'm sorry, but I had a report that you were causing a disturbance down here."
"Causing a disturbance? You are the one causing a disturbance. Anything says I can't buy a ticket and have a little cat nap in here? Damn right there isn't. Now get your ass out of the way so I can see the fucking movie."
The manager nodded and retreated, hurrying back up the aisle to talk to two women who stood waiting for him. They looked down the theater, shook their heads and left.
Beth giggled. Then Joe laughed. They both laughed out loud and someone turned to see them, and he grinned.
Five minutes later they both got up and left. They used the bathrooms, then went out the door. She had fifteen minutes to get to work.
She turned and looked at this boy, this sixteen-year-old.
"I probably won't be seeing you any more," he said.
"Oh, why?"
"I'm leaving for school next week. I talked it over with my dad, man to man. And he saw my point. Said he wanted to know what I wanted to do. Always before it's been waht he wanted me to do. I told him, and he agreed. I'm going up to Montana to work on a farm this summer, then go to a prep school, a military prep school. I asked for it. I figure I better shape up pretty soon, or I won't be able to get into Harvard. Dad already had me admitted when he got out. He just wasn't sure of the date."
She held his hand for a moment. "Joe, it's been fun knowing you. I mean, you had a little problem. I'd like to think that maybe I helped you work it out."
"You did." He squeezed her hand.
"Hear anything about those two in the park?"
"Just a small bit in the paper. They claimed they were attacked by a wild bunch of homosexuals who tried to rape them, got scared and left them to starve."
She giggled. "We're a pretty wild bunch at that, I guess."
He nodded. "Pretty wild." He sniffed and rubbed his nose. "Hey, thanks again. I'll always remember the beautiful lady with the big tits who likes to finger-fuck in a movie."
She reached out and kissed his cheek, then turned and walked away, trying to stop the tears from spilling out over her carefully made up eyes.
She got to work ten minutes late. It was a slow day. She had a lot of time to think and even look at the paper. There were almost no jobs for receptionists. Those were the plums, the ones the agencies kept for the pick of the crop. When she went into an agency, she was going to be the next one hired. She knew how to dress. A sleek dress with a low cut front showing a band of tit on each side. She'd have the personnel man falling over his own stiff cock.
She worked hard all afternoon, happier than she had been in a week. Now she had a new direction. She had been in the food business for ten years; that was long enough. Now the new direction fascinated her.
About four the detective came in again. He sat down on a stool and she brought him a cup of coffee.
"Courtesy of the management, Sergeant," she said.
"Why do you think I'm a sergeant?"
"Got to be a detective. You must be a detective, or else your one blue suit is in the cleaners and you didn't get paid yet to get it out. I think you're a sergeant."
"Why not a lieutenant, a captain?"
"Naw ... you're too good-looking for that. You got to be ugly as hell to be a lieutenant. Everybody knows that. I mean look at Lt. Columbo on TV."
"No, Miss, you look. I don't like fairy tales."
"They haven't had no queers on there for a long time," she said and the cop laughed into his coffee.
"Okay, copper, like we say in the movies, whatcha want? I got work to do."
"Wondered if you remember anything more about yesterday with Mr. Franks?"
"No, don't think so. Just what I told you. I hear he had a wild porno type room, I mean dirty pictures and shots of people in actual intercourse. That right?"
"Yes, that's right. But what interests us more is the little problem we ran into."
"Problem?"
"Yes, the medical examiner told us that the fall killed the man. The corner of that case punctured his skull and created massive brain damage. He was dead by the time he hit the floor. But the curious thing is that they found a secondary bruise. This one was more on his forehead. He can't figure out how that one occurred."
"Search me. Maybe he got that when he hit the floor."
"Possible. We're working on it. Now, after you left Mr. Franks, alive and well, did you see anyone else come into his house until you left to go get groceries?"
"Nope."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Just am. Our house faces the wrong way. Our garage is between our front door and his front door. Our kitchen window looks out on a fence that shuts off his back yard from ours. I'd have to be out in the driveway, or around by the bedroom windows, to be able to see his frong walk."
"Mmmmm, that's right, your house is set that way." He sipped the coffee.
"Anything else?"
"One other thing that bothers us. Most rooms and doorknobs are in a position to pick up dozens of fingerprints. But on the knobs at Mr. Frank's house, at least the front door and the den door, we found absolutely no prints except those of the neighbor who found him. Any help for us there?"
"Sure. Look at the rest of the house. Andy had nothing to do all day but clean house, watch TV, and evidently play around in his sexy room. It just might be that he polishes his door knobs to keep them bright. You ever look at a brass door knob? It gets darker every year. But not his; he kept them so good and clean you could see yourself in them."
She smiled at the officer and turned to go. "I've got a bacon, cheese and tomato just waiting for me back there."
The cop waved and she scurried for the waiting customer.
So they had dusted for fingerprints, and they weren't satisfied yet that it had been entirely accidental. Well, she was clean, safe. She had an hour's alibi, and that should hold up. She was sure Lt. Columbo would have enough to continue with an investigation, but she was almost positive that the cops here in town would call it accidental and forget it.
She hummed the rest of the day, and by the time she got home there was a small delegation in the yard. It looked like a protest meeting of some kind. Jonas seemed to be in charge.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By the time she parked in the driveway two neighboring women were at the car yelling at her. Jonas waded through them and took her hand and led her back to the group.
"Now let's have it quiet here," Jonas roared. "I say this is a damn foolish idea. You won't do any good by launching a march on the police station. If you're all so all-fired sure Mrs. Joerden is innocent, the best thing you can do is start passing the hat and get her the best damn lawyer in town. The cops don't come out and arrest somebody for suspicion of murder without some pretty good evidence."
Two or three people spoke out, but Jonas had seemed to touch on a reasonable solution. They faded off each way until the sidewalk was clear.
Jonas and Beth went inside through the front door and he was shaking his head.
"Well, the damn plot thickens. Seems like the cops didn't buy that story of Mrs. Joerden simply walking in and finding his body. Oh, they think she did, all right, but they think there was some hanky-panky going on, too."
"Between May Joerden and Andy? She's almost fifty."
"So what? I've known of men in their seventies still fucking away. Anyway, the word is that about two years ago, May Joerden's husband and Andy got into a fight, came to blows, and Andy spent a week in the hospital. Jeff Joerden didn't like the way Andy couldn't keep his hands off May during their bridge games. Some of the other neighbors around here evidently have seen May going in and out of Andy's house at various times and at some strange hours. May did admit that she knew all about his porno parlor as he called it. After her husband died a year ago, she's been a frequent visitor at Andy's place."
"So that's what he was digging about. The detective came by today again. Said they found a second bruise on Andy's head, besides the one that killed him. So they must think somebody hit him before he fell, which would mean another person there."
"Hey, this is getting wild," Jonas said. "The cop said, too, that someone had wiped clean the door knobs going into the house and into the sex room. Only May's prints were on those two knobs."
Jonas nodded. "So she could have wiped them clean, then realized she should have her prints on there since she found him so she went back and put them on as she did find him."
"I don't know, it's getting too fuzzy for me." She went into the kitchen.
"You eaten yet?"
Jonas said no, so she began opening cans and checking out her larder. They ate at about eight, and heard on the early radio news that Mrs. May Joerden was being held in connection with the death of Andy Franks. The newscaster went on.
"Police aren't giving out much information about this death except that it happened in a strange porno type sex play room, and that a sexual device found near the body contained live male sperm. We'll keep you posted on the sex-in-the-sixties strange death in days to come."
Beth had no love for May Joerden, a sharp-tongued woman who once tried to run the whole neighborhood, and who had more money than she deserved, and spent it less wisely than she should. But if she wasn't guilty, May couldn't be proved guilty. At that point Beth decided that before she saw May go to prison, she would go forward and admit what happened. She might get a prison term herself for lying to an investigator, but she was certain they wouldn't be able to prove anything against May.
That night Jonas was still talking about it as they got into bed. She turned over toward him, which was usually the signal that she wanted to sex play, but he didn't seem to notice.
Jonas grinned. "It is amazing how these old broads are still charging around trying to get themselves fucked." He shook his head, turned over and went to sleep.
The next day Beth called in sick. She hadn't taken an extra day off for six months and decided it was time. She had slept in until almost ten, then put on a house coat and had breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen. She was looking out the front window when she saw Kirk riding by slowly. She rapped on the window and waved. He turned in to the sidewalk and rode up to the steps.
"Hi, Mrs. Warnick. You sure have an interesting neighborhood."
She nodded. "Come up to the screen like you're talking to me, Kirk," she said. He did. When he got there she opened her robe to show him she had nothing on under it. He stared. "Kirk, take your bike down the street a way and come up between our place and the Harrises next door. Go over the fence and in the patio door. I need you to fuck me, Kirk."
She closed the door and he turned and rode away. Five minutes later she hread the patio door open. He stood there just inside, rubbing his hard prick.
She had taken off the robe and stood beside the hall door watching for him. Now she stepped out posed and needing him. He ran across the room and took her in his arms. She crushed herself against him.
"Oh, Kirk, that awful man next door took pictures of us fucking on the lawn. I got them all back. Isn't that awful. He was blackmailing me."
He didn't understand. His hands played with her tits and she didn't try to make him understand.
She led him down the hall to the bedroom and into the bath. She undressed him slowly and pointed to the shower. It was a small shower stall but they both got inside and turned on the water.
"Darling, soap me all over, please?"
He grinned. He'd never done this before. What a fucking wild woman she was! He spent ten minutes on her tits alone until she grinned and moved his hands down her tummy. When he found her cunt he went wild again, soaping it and finger-fucking her until she was so hot she almost came.
"Take me standing up, Kirk," she said, panting now.
He turned off the water and soaped her again, then aimed his well-soaped prick into her cunt. He lifted her higher and bent lower and probed and punched.
"That's it." she squealed. "Just a little more, now, ram it up me."
He did and he was in. It seemed awkward and strange, but he fucked her bent-knead and was delighted when he at last unloaded his jism into her. They both laughed, washed the soap off and went into the bedroom. He dried her, taking much time on her breasts and her crotch, then she dried him and they lay on the big bed.
"Darling, just straight and hard, fuck me that way, please."
So he did and again they laughed and she let him rub her off twice in a row, so that each time her lust built higher and higher.
She lay on top of him now, waiting for his cock to get up again.
"You told me you could cum four times an hour. It's only been twice and you're still soft."
"You're too much fucking woman for me," he said. "Give ma a half-hour between, and I'll pump you silly."
She made him get on her dog fashion the next time, on the soft rug. He bent and groaned and when he was at last in, he pumped and pumped and knocked her down on the rug twice so that they wound up laughing more than fucking. He pulled it out of her cunt and slid it directly into her mouth and she didn't flinch. She licked him off and sucked him for a few minutes. Then she heard a car in the drive. She ran to the unused bedroom and spotted Jonas coming up the walk.
A cold panic gripped her. Beth ran back to the bedroom, turned on the shower, told Kirk it was her husband and put him and all his clothes into her side of the big closet. She stepped into the shower and tried to get the water cooler. She was still working on it when she heard Jonas open the bedroom door.
"Hey, honey, I'm home early," he said.
She cracked the shower stall door. "Just got in the shower, I'll be a few minutes. I didn't go to work today, too beat."
He went out and she could only hope he didn't spot any bit of clothes she missed. Then she remembered the two towels that were on the floor. She turned off the shower and got a towel and dried her feet, then padded into the bedroom dripping, ready to take his mind off any old towels. He wasn't there. She grabbed the towels from the floor and threw them into the hamper, then wrapped the dry one around her and went into the kitchen.
Jonas was making coffee and digging out an apple.
"Hey, damn it, I got good news," he said. "You got a raise."
"Better than that, but that, too. I'm now the foreman of the grading crew, and I get a raise. I'm home early because I had to drive one of the rigs back to town for repairs."
"So we should celebrate, right?" She unfurled the towel, showing her naked body.
"Oh, yeah!" He reached for her.
"First let me put some perfume in the right places." She ran out of the kitchen. Stopped. "Hey, how about right there on the kitchen floor. Show me you're a cave man."
He roared at her.
She ran into the bedroom, opened the closet door and stared at Kirk. She kissed his lips.
"I'm going to ball him in the kitchen. When you hear us humping away, you sneak out the front door. Got that? If you don't make it, you're as good as dead."
She kissed his lips again, splashed some perfume on her cunt and ran back for the kitchen, the towel flapping.
"What took you so long?" he asked. He had stripped to his shorts and was pulling them off as she came in. She dropped the towel and pumped her hips out at him, her pink cunt winking wetly at him. She kicked the door shut that led to the front door and ground her way over to him. He tried to get her standing up, but he was too tall. He sat her up on the table and spread her legs, put them around his waist and gradually lowered her until he could ram his cock into her pussy.
Beth squealed. "Damn it, Jonas. You're the best fucker in the whole damn world." She put her arms around his neck and pushed off the table. She hung on him, impaled by his cock, and held up by her arms and legs. He tried to ruck but could get no motion, no action. He snorted. Slowly she let her feet down to the ground and he bent his knees. Then he pushed her against the kitchen cabinets and in spite of the cupboard handle poking her in the ass, she smiled as he plowed into her. She panted before he was done. She had almost forgotten what it was like to have a grown man jolting his cock into her soft cunt, storming in where he belonged, where he was at home, and to make his woman really understand it. She braced for his climax and still wasn't ready. He pounded her so hard she winced and yelped in pain from the handling of her asscheeks. But he never noticed. More times his heavy ass thundered his prick into her and each time a hot jet of cum hit her pussy back wall. She fell against him when he was done. He picked her up, still nailed to her and carried her into the living room and lay down on the couch, with her on top. Now that was a man!
"Baby, I've missed your fucking," she said.
"Hell, you sure have. But with this new schedule you're on, we'll have lots of fucking time."
She told him she had to go to the toilet, and he nodded, taking a tissue from her for his wet cock. She ran into the bedroom and looked in the closet. There was no one there. Kirk had made it out the front door, she hoped.
She used the bath, then put on a robe and went back into the living room. Jonas sprawled on the couch, still naked.
"Hey, Tarzan, can Jane fix you some lunch?"
"Had mine at the Y," he said and laughed. "Sure, dig up something."
Jonas was hard at work on comparative anatomy between two Playboy centerfold bunnies.
Beth got into the kitchen and almost collapsed. Gawd! But that had been close! So fucking close. If she hadn't heard that car door slam!
She closed her eyes and breathed deeply six times, then snapped on the kitchen radio and tried to decide what to get for lunch. She fixed something blindly, letting her instincts take over.
One thing was certain, she was not going to get involved with young guys again, and certainly with no one here at the house. It was too dangerous.
By the time she got the lunch ready, Jonas had put on a pair of pants and T-shirt. He grinned at the table.
"Still can't get over that old bitch up the street trying to take on Andy. Wild. She'll have more cock than she knows what to do with when she gets out of jail. Don't see how they got enough to hold her. Bet they don't, anyway."
He shook his head and took a bite of the sandwich.
"And how about that old Andy? That old fucker. Hear he's got pictures of people screwing all over. Not just men and women, but men and men, and women and men, and women and young boys. Now that is wild! Suppose he missed his wife's cunt that much, or if he was a wild-sex guy all the time. Some of us are that way and it doesn't show on the outside." He winked.
"Hey, baby, how about you and me getting into a wild three-way."
Later that night they played cribbage, something they hadn't done for five years. She won.
"Hell, I'm out of practice. Maybe I can get a game of crib started on lunch yours, play for a penny a point, make it interesting."
They watched TV together. It seemed almost like they were a married couple again, sharing things, doing things together. Jonas was still enthusiastic about his new assignment. He said there was a chance that he might have to move, but nothing definite.
The next morning was chilly. It rained some, then tried to clear off. She tried to pick up some gossip around the neighborhood. All she found out was that May Joerden spent the night as a guest of the city-she wasn't home by eleven that morning.
Once in a while Beth wondered if she should have told the police detective what actually happened. No, it was no real problem of hers. She didn't kill the old goof.
But what about the kids, the boys, the young pricks. What was she going to do about them? That was what got her into that problem in the first place. If it hadn't been for that wild hair to get fucked in the grass, it never would have happened. And old Andy and May could have gone right on fucking whenever they wanted to.
She threw down the dish cloth. Hell, May had it coming. All the shit she'd been dishing out around the area the last few years. Let her suffer for a while.
But the kids. Were they suffering? Lani sure as hell wasn't. Hadn't she got her first prick, gotten a bigger bra and turned from a boy into a girl with one stroke of the cock?
And Joe, she'd helped him, put him on the right approach to his parents. She didn't know about Hal. He seemed to have gone overboard with the sex stuff, but he'd come around. And Kirk. Now there was one who already was well adjusted, more so than the damn teacher.
That morning before she changed her mind she phoned two employment agencies and told them what she was looking for. Both said she would have to fill out an application in the office and have a picture taken for their files. She said that was fine, and she made an appointment with the second one for the next morning at ten. That should give her time. She'd wear that blue smart short dress she had with the choker and the small pendant. She'd have her hair all put up high, to take the eyes away from her hair and concentrate them on-her cleavage.
She would wear those three-inch wooden clogs she had, and the sheerest pantyhose....Then she had to hustle to get to work in time. She called and said she'd be there for sure that day. The owner had just grunted.
On the way to work she decided something else. She was absolutely not going to fuck around with young boys any more. If she needed more cock, she could get it every night from Jonas. He said once a man couldn't do that forever, but he never said no when she asked, or even hinted. Maybe she'd start doing that, getting fucked every night for a while and see if that helped. It would be better to rub off twice a day than to get involved with these kids.
All day at work she barked at the kids, gave a few of them a bad time and ran out two couples she found feeling up each other in the booths. They said they'd never be back, and she gave them the old fuck finger salute.
It made her feel better. Maybe she was holding too much inside.
That afternoon she made another decision. She'd been wanting someone to talk to for a long time, not a shrink, just a good friend, but she honestly didn't have that kind of a friend. And she wouldn't go to a shrink, they did wild things to a girl. But what she could do was talk to a psychologist. They were kind of junior shrinks, and could at least help without trying to make one over, ruin a marriage and make one think about suicide.
So that was it. Tomorrow morning she would call up two psychologists and decide which one to go to. Once a week, that should be good enough. Maybe she could get it all straightened out. She bit her lip thinking about it and got the hamburger mixed up with the hot beef sandwich. She apologized and switched them. Hell, she just shot a fifteen-cent tip, she decided. She looked out the front window just in time to see Hal walk by. He didn't even look in or wave or anything. Good, she didn't have to worry about him any more.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Beth sat in the big chair and looked out over the city. She was thinking back, trying to answer the question Dr. Rothcamp had asked her. She was perfectly at ease, resting in the big chair, looking at the skyline. But he was probing so deep, back so far. She went on talking.
"Well, of course I liked my brother. He was a year older than I was and we played together, then fought together. And when he was fourteen and I was thirteen, it all seemed to come apart. I don't know why. I mean. I remember everything else. Maybe when he went to Australia to live with his father it hit me too hard. I just don't remember."
She paused, and the psychologist, a large bear of a man with black hair and a full beard nodded distractedly. He didn't really like the beard, but so many of his patients seemed to expect it. He made some notes on a yellow legal pad in front of him. He sat behind her at his desk, with a soft light on. The rest of the room was in darkness except for the late afternoon light from the floor-to-ceiling window. I
"Yes, go on, Beth. You were telling me about Erick before you thought about your brother. Who was Erick?"
"Well, Erick is another bad thing. I had no intention of ever talking to a teenage boy again, but you know how teen boys turn me on. We were camped in the mountains, Jonas and me in the camper and pickup we rented. We both just loved it and had so much fun. Jonas went fishing every day, and it wasn't until we got back that I found out he'd been making love with one of the women down the way. But he said it was just twice and she wasn't nearly as pretty as I was or as good a fuck, so I forgave him. He was good after that. But Erick was fifteen, and with his parents in the trailer next to our space.
"One afternoon his folks had to go into the little town nearby to wash some clothes and he went fishing but he came back before they did. I saw him and told him that his folks would be back soon, and invited him over for a cold Coke. He liked it." She fell silent.
"Yes, Beth, about Erick. And then what happened?"
"Well, Erick kept staring at my breasts. I wore a skimpy bikini so I could get as much tan as possible. At last I sat down next to him and smiled.
"You don't have a sister, do you, Erick?"
He looked up and shook his head.
"How old are you, Erick?"
"Fifteen."
"Erick if you don't have a sister, you don't know much about girls, do you? Especially about a girl's breasts?"
He blushed but shook his head.
"Well, to start out, every girl has two of them."
He laughed at that and it made her smile, but she knew it also got her juices running.
"Erick, let's get out of the hot sun and go into the camper."
He followed her in and she sat down on the low bed. Erick stood by the door. Beth had a clear view of the road out of camp and the trail to the lake.
"Erick, a girl's breasts aren't so different, they just grow a little more than a boy's. They are no big deal. I mean, I could take my top off and show you all of my breasts. So what? It wouldn't hurt you, or me, right?"
"Right," he said.
So she reached up, unsnapped the front of the bikini bra and dropped it off her tits.
He stared in wide-eyed open admiration. "Jessuuuu...."
She felt the boy staring at her, and knew her breasts were heating up.
"Erick a breast has a nipple, and the brown ring or pink ring, called the areola. That isn't so hard, is it?"
He shook his head. "But yours are so big. Every time I look at them I get stiff, you know, a hard-on."
She laughed. "That's a compliment to me, Erick. It's nothing to worry about, natural, entirely natural." She paused. "Come here, Erick."
He walked over, eyes wary.
"Have you ever touched a breast?"
He shook his head.
"Want to?"
"Sure, but ... you mean yours ... now?"
"Right, you won't hurt them." She took his hand and placed it over one breast. "See, it doesn't hurt you at all, does it?"
He shook his head. He knew he couldn't talk. Jesus, he had his hand right on her tit! He felt his first shot of cum squirt out of his prick when she'd taken off her bra. Now he didn't know what else he could do.
"Feel of it, if you want to. You know, rub or pinch, or grab gently. They are a little tender right now." His hand began to move slowly, and a moment later he put his other hand up on her breast.
"How does that feel, Erick?"
He grinned. "Great, and, well. They are harder than I thought they would be. More solid, you know."
"Any questions?"
"Yeah. I mean, does it feel good to you when I rub your ... your tits this way?"
"Yes, Erick. A woman's breasts are one of the erotically sensitive areas of her body. So it does feel good. I'm feeling nice and warm, and all snuggy right now. The more you rub, the more my breasts react. See how my nipples are bigger now than they were? More blood flows into them and they perk up, stand up taller."
"Do you mind?"
"No, I kind of like it." She let him rub more, and watched his prick jerk and jolt under his swim trunks. His body was beautiful, sleek and young, tanned a deep brown, and his hair long enough to look good without being too long.
She had been watching the road. "Erick, don't worry about Jonas coming back or your folks. We can see right out the little window."
He nodded and grinned.
"Erick, would you like to kiss my breasts?"
His face went down and kissed one, then the other. Slowly his mouth opened and she turned so her nipple went into his mouth. "Chew, Erick, but gently. Don't hurt me."
When she looked out the window the next time she saw a car coming. She pointed it out to Erick. "Is that your folks' car?"
He looked and nodded. She patted his trunks, then rubbed his cock. "Well, you'd better get outside and into the woods. We don't want them getting the wrong idea." She bent and kissed his surprised lips, working her tongue inside. When she came away from him he grinned. "Now you Scott; maybe we can have a talk about girls again before the week is out."
Beth sighed and looked at the city again. A few lights were coming on down there now. She had been coming to Dr. Rothcamp for three months. Sometimes she thought it was all a waste of time and money.
"Erick seemed to remind me somehow of my brother. Is that a good sign, Doctor? I don't know what it means. I can remember my brother and I messing around before we knew the score. Like he was ten and I was nine and we'd pretend fuck. But he couldn't get hard, and I'd have to push my own finger in my hole. Strange. Sometimes I remember at the last we fought hard, I mean physically. He was bigger and would try to throw me down. Maybe he was trying to get his hands on my boobs. They were big even then. I had a thirty-eight-inch bust when I was fourteen. Before I was fifteen, I know. It caused me some trouble."
The pause came again. "What else do you remember about your brother, Beth?"
"Well, I don't know. It seems to come back in little pieces. Mom says someday we'll go to Australia to visit him, but we never do. Costs too much. She hasn't spoken of him for a while now. My mother lives in a little apartment on the other side of town. We have lunch together one day every two weeks."
"She never mentions your brother?"
"No. Right toward the end, she seemed to fight with him a lot. I'd hear them yelling and she'd tell him to go to his room. Then, later, she'd cry and tell me she was too hard on him. So she'd take him up some ice cream and a soft drink. When she'd come down again she would be smiling and say everything was all right again."
The pause came. Dr. Rothcamp was used to them. Some patients had to have them, a kind of silence therapy all its own. He made some more notes on the pad, then cleared his throat.
"So, did you see Erick any more that last summer?"
"What? Erick? Yes, I did." She smiled. "Erick and I got along very nicely together. He showed me a little hideaway camp he'd build in some brush where you had to crawl to get into it. It was marvelous and all secret, nobody else but us knew about it.
Her mind drifted back again.
"Like it, Beth?" Erick asked. "Like my hideaway?"
"Oh, yes, it's perfect. You can see in but nobody can see you."
She sat down and saw he had brought his sleeping bag in and unzipped it opening it out. It took almost all the space in the small cleared place. She sat on it and smiled.
"Could you tell me more about a girl's breasts. You know, like you were the other day before the folks came back?"
"Did you like that?"
"Oh, yeah, I sure did."
"Good, then we'll go on. Where were we? Oh, yes, I was showing you about a girl's nipples. Take my halter off so I can show you the change."
She let him help her slip out of the halter, and allow her big tits to swing clear.
"Oh, that feels so good, just to be out in the open." She watched his shorts and saw the lump show at once. "You were feeling my breasts, watching my nipples grow. They grow just like your cock does when it gets hard. Is your cock hard already?"
He nodded.
"Well, let's take it out anyway, and you'll see the comparison. It won't matter, no one else but us can see." He hesitated, so she reached over and pulled down on his shorts, he got on his knees and she pulled them on down and he took them off. His cock was hard, a good six inches long, and faint fuzzy hair clothed his scrotum.
"Now see, you're hard already, and so is this nipple, the one you've been playing with."
She reached over and caught it and his face twisted. When she pumped it once she felt it throb.
"Don't do that. God, I'm going to cum!"
She saw his hips thrust and leaned down, kissing his cock. She was ready for him. He watched in astonishment as she slid his cock into her mouth and caught his ejaculations, swallowing once for each thrust of his hips. When he was done, he shook his head as she sucked out the last drop of cum.
"I don't believe it. You sucked me off?"
"No, I just caught it as it came out. Don't want to waste it now do we?"
Beth was back in the office, looking at Dr. Rothcamp. She liked him, she trusted him. "Is my time up yet, doctor?"
"No, Beth, not yet."
"Funny, doctor, but the more I was with Erick, the more he reminded me of my brother. Erick was taller, and heavier, and I think much better looking. I remember my brother's skin was always full of pimples. But a lot of fourteen-year-old boys have skin problems.
"He did scare me one night. He came into my room when I was sleeping and when I woke up, he had his hand under the covers and under my pajamas and on my breast. I didn't move. I didn't know what to do. I guess he had his other hand on his own ... his cock and was masturbating. I lay still and he panted for a minute, pulled his hand out and left."
"Do you remember any other kind of intimate contact like that, Beth?"
"No." She sighed. "But it's been so long ago. I remember he used to come and ask me, say he just wanted to look, what would it hurt if he just watched while I dressed or while I had a bath. I always told him no."
Dr. Rothcamp nodded and stood. "Time's over for today, Beth. Next week let's make it for an hour again if you can spare the time. I think we're getting someplace now. How are you feeling?"
"Oh, fine. Jonas says to say hello. I'm not working now, the receptionist job didn't work out. And I'm resisting the young boys. I've slipped only once all month."
"That's fine, Beth, just fine. You keep up the good work." He let her out the door into the other office and went back and finished his notes. At the top of the yellow paper had been printed with a stamp:
"THIS DOCUMENT IS RESTRICTED TO MY EYES ONLY. NO ONE OTHER THAN MYSELF IS AUTHORIZED TO READ, FILE, COPY OR POSSESS. Violation of this order is grounds for immediate dismissal and a critical letter to your professional group."
He sighed and looked out over the city, watching the lights come on. Beth Warnick. He knew from the start that he should have referred her to a psychiatrist. It was in so deep. And after the first month he knew to cure the evil, he would have to kill the patient. So he was working on the outer edges of it. Not daring to probe at the heart. If only he could help her to live a happier life, that might be enough.
He picked up her file marked "THIS DOCUMENT IS RESTRICTED...."
As he dug into it, he found a complete file, and obtained a court order to release a copy of it in his care.
The case went back twenty years to superior court. It had been kept quiet because she was a juvenile. The record showed that Elizabeth (Liz) Warnick had been admitted to the hospital for a routine accident, a broken wrist. Examination proved that she was pregnant. She miscarried two days later of natural causes. As the investigation continued juvenile authorities learned that her fourteen-year-old brother was the father, that he had been violating her in every imaginable way since he was able to hold an erection at the age of eleven and when she was ten.
Further probing indicated that the boy had sexual knowledge, understanding and experience far beyond his years, and it came out in the investigation that his mother had been his teacher and partner from the inception of his ability to ejaculate. She was convicted of child abuse and served two years in prison.
The boy ran away, was captured and attempted to kill the arresting officer. He was later remanded to the state mental hospital where he died four years later in a violent fit of anger. He died of a mentally induced heart attack.
Elizabeth could not be shielded much from after effects, and when she was certain about her brother and her mother having intercourse, she could not accept it and mentally blocked it out, going into a mental state of depression.
For a year she was at a private mental care facility, where, under excellent care, she recovered gradually, kept up with her studies in school. When she was released her mother was granted a parole and they moved to this new city to start life over.
However Elizabeth, who was now called Beth, had not solved the riddle of her blank years. They still remained blocked out of her mind. Her mother invented the Australian trip for her brother, now only a dim memory of the five to nine years, and Beth developed normally in other areas as a happy, well-built young girl.
Dr. Rothcamp sighed. Two more sessions that would be all he could dare with her. She was already remembering too much about her brother. No wonder she had an affinity for teenage boys! He slammed the file closed and put it in his wall safe, locked it and set the silent alarm. It also contained a small charge that would dye-stain anyone tampering with the safe or the lock.
He stood at the safe thinking. Two more sessions had to be the maximum. Every two years she had this urge to seek mental help, never remembering the first times, the other doctors. Her case was on file as a "dangerous" patient in the central bureau. Every new patient was run through the computer to clear this file. He had most of her history before she came for her first session.
Two years from now some psychologist would get a visit from her. And she would have totally forgotten her times with him here.
He went to the door and let himself out of the office. With luck she would go right on remembering her brother hardly at all. And she would delight in "teaching" and "explaining" sex to young teenage boys the way her brother had taught her. He tossed his lucky silver dollar in the air and caught it. Who knows, she may be performing a service to the community. Dr. Rothcamp smiled. He would have been damned pleased when he was sixteen to have had a woman like Beth show him the ins and outs of a sexy woman.
